#but I like to be cautious and not accidentally spoil someone

[amethystjewel01]

OH MY HAND SLIPPED AGAIN-

[herotome]

What level of law breaking would the ros tolerate from an Mc who is perhaps more on the cavalier side when it comes to rules and laws?

LOL hmm great question. Related previous ask: Who would help MC hide a body?

Warden: .... He's so mcfreaking stressed out by this MC. This is going to reflect so badly on him as a leader? Right?? I can see him getting into a lot of arguments with MC like "DONT DO THAT >:(" but still being reluctant to pull the trigger n fire her until MC does something quite severe - so MC will be able to get away with shoplifting, but not arson or dealing hard drugs.

Griffin: If MC is bringing in the big bucks as a hero, Griffin is willing to help cover up and make excuses for a great deal of offenses. Granted, there are times where all press is good press! Speeding and public intoxication (but not BOTH at the same time) would be fine. Arson and hard drugs could be forgiven... but Griffin would be cautious about getting into a serious relationship with this MC, even if there's a chance she enables her. All this being said I can see a situation where Griffin's like "haha we're having fun right" in a casual situationship with a really destructive MC then accidentally falls for real in love and then has to hold interventions and stuff.

Mia: "Omg you can't do that???" She's gonna be a lot of talk and protesting, but she WILL step in if MC actually hurts someone and they might get into a bad physical scuffle. She probably already has some spoiled rich friends who break the law in various minor ways - she doesn't get super close to them, but she hasn't exactly cut them from her life either... so I can see MC getting away with similar things.

Dart: Zero tolerance. You get ONE warning for breaking any rule in front of him - then he refuses to work with you forever. (This being said he will speed illegally trespass if it's necessary to do his job lol-- MC is required to be a perfect law abiding citizen but he is allowed to bend the rules apparently....)

Jade: Laws are made up, who cares. Don't let the others catch you though.

[serxinns]

Yan! Fatgum vs Yan! all might (Both platonic)

•Now all might be Tolerable when it came to the teachers coddling you and being protective over you he was fine but with others it was a problem a Big problem, and fatgum was that problem At 1st all might not mind Fatgum, he just thought he didn't have the same thought at him and just was clueless but oh boy he was wrong

• he started seeing Fatgum giving you your favorite snacks and always pinching your little cheeks and carrying you around Seeing you happy and smiling with him made him sick he should be the one making you happy and spoiling you the final straw was when you accidentally calling fatgum uncle while fatigue eyes sparkle all might had a dark glint in his eye and a threatening aura surrounding him he was gonna have to do something about this

•So one day, while you and Kirishima were chatting with each other fatigue watched happily as the two of you were getting along until he felt a cold hand on his shoulder "They look like they're having fun right young hero!" there stood all might in his muscle form, Fatgum smiled "Yea they've been getting along well! It's almost liked they're dating!" all might smile twitch when he heard that last part even tho he knew he wasn't joking his blood was still boiling so he pinned the young hero in the wall his blue eyes piercing down on him the all might glared into his eyes

•"Listen here I'm tired of beating around this bush I want you to stay far away from them as possible and stop tryna influence that student of yours to get with them" To his surprise fatigue chuckled, "Thats funny hilarious even but no way just because your a worry some clingy ass number 1 can't handle someone touching what's "Theirs" doesn't mean im gonna back down" all might stared at the man in shocked but it quickly turned into a rage "Why you lit-" suddenly you and kiri ran up to the two heroes they both stare you in silence until fatgum said something

"Hey little buds back already?" "Yea! me and kiri were learning new tricks! kiri taught me how to block with your torso" the two of you eyes sparkle while fatgum chuckled to himself "Yea y/ns moved were super manly they even taught me their new power move you gotta see it!" "Alright you guys I'll catch up! Don't try to hurt yourselves!" when the 2 Teens left fatgum looked at All might with a smirk "also I recorded everything you said so be cautious with your actions" and with that fatgum happily followed behind the children like there was nothing wrong leaving all might angry and shocked he cursed under his breath but he was not gonna back down easily or even Never

•To this day the 2 mostly all might would compete to each other about whos better then who like how All Might would make you fly up in the sky while holding you to see the view and if you are scared of heights that's ok he'll carry you on his back while his fan are in awe

•Fatgum would just try to piss off all might By Giving you your favorite treats, Making you and kiri wear his costume while he just dies from happiness and taking pictures, Whenever all might spotted him he was spin you around or pinch your cheeks making all might glaring like he wanted to commit murder

• While all might has a trick up his sleeve he'll buy you anything you want unless it's other peoples merch he always sneak some matching all might merch for deku and you so that one day if izuku found out by stalking you that you were wearing the same clothes as him he'll want you to hold hands for the rest of the day

Bonus:

Fatgum and All might: Aruging about who's better

Kiri, Reader and Izuku: 👀

Reader: Yall wanna go get ice cream

Izuku: yea I don't think they'll stop anytime soon

Kirishima: well let's get some popcorn on the way as well then!

[angel4astraea]

strong believer that dottore has an opposite partner. . . but realistic version !

♡ to be honest, i don't think he'd purposefully look for someone who was different. he's a literal criminal who does vile things to other human beings

♡ everything in his personal life (if he has one) is locked up tight within his own confines of his chest. he's cold but logical, meaning that brain comes over heart. .

♡ with a person who is the complete opposite, things such as personality, style, habits, thinking, etc, he'd be so irritated at first lol. as he got used to your antics, maybe he'd find them somewhat amusing. . especially if you're working under him or beside him.

♡ if you were expecting an epic romance falling, you are sorely wrong. it takes so much to even have someone be in the same space as him when he's working. he's a high and mighty harbinger, he thinks that weaknesses (human emotions) would hinder the fatui's business.

♡ but if you do crack his first shell, you'll definitely know. he'll have you write notes while he speaks aloud when experimenting. . which is huge.

♡ as soon as you do make progress, he'll probably try to push you away. it's probably involuntary as he does it with everyone and thing. if you stay, his confidence with you rises steadily. anything that seems shaky will hinder the progress.

♡ when it gets to the point where he acknowledges something is going on, he talks with you directly. he's blunt with his thoughts and feelings, telling the truth instead of hiding it beneath tricks and tribulations. when that's over with, he'll let you make a decision over a couple days as he also needs to understand the gravity of what might happen to you if he doesn't succeed with his work and goals. pierro could use that against him as blackmail and he couldn't afford to be put down.

♡ when you two do eventually start dating, dates are meticulously planned between his trips and work. he tries his best and sometimes it isn't perfect like he anticipated. even though things can fall through, he still makes sure to make you feel appreciated and loved.

♡ if he's in sumeru, he's definitely cautious when you ask to come along. but that's the time he literally took two gnosis' from nahida so he declined that round. however, he does take you under disguise once.

♡ i believe that the whole "future" talk wouldn't come up until you two are trench deep into the relationship. i'm thinking six months? eitherway, he's clear on his wishes but is willing to hear you out; he doesn't want kids but he would like to marry you. the whole murderous father thing doesn't stick well with him. . you can't blame him.

♡ if you do want kids, he won't shut you down. i mean, he could literally make a child for you and him via his vast knowledge and DNA. that's if you couldn't carry one at the very least. he'll compromise with you about kids, the cutoff is two.

♡ strong believer in the importance of traditional marriages on his end. he might not follow any ethics in the lab but when it comes to something as sacred as this, he does want something normal. i'm thinking he'd want something related to his heritage and home country, sumeru but also something snezhnayian.

♡ would prob marry you around 3 years of dating ngl. even if it seems quick (at least in my opinion), he finds normalcy in this affectionate system you two have created.

♡ bedroom wise. . i think in the early stages of the relationship, he wouldn't initiate anything for the sake of not spoiling the reveal after months of building up bliss and curiosity. i don't care, he's not as big as a whore!

♡ when you do finally get into it, he's mindful about boundaries and whatnot. he also has to be careful with his teeth because they are both pointy and sharp. he hopes you won't kick him to the couch if he accidentally forgets one too many times about his teeth.

♡ i think he's a top but it varies. like, he can be soft when you ask but he can also be rough. his actions rely on your wants, icks and emotions. as much as he likes to say he isn't great with the whole "complex human brain immediately", he still can pick up whatever you're feeling based on faces, habits and even how you breathe.

♡ in my opinion, i believe that he is banned from giving head with teeth and sex in the lab. not explaining.

♡ overall, he's a decent person to be with but it is a LOT of work.

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

Hcs for CG Kotal Kahn MK11 with a baby regressor 🥺

Yes of course!!! :D

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Kotal Kahn Hcs

👑 Oh my goodness, loves baby regressors, but is also so scared to accidently hurt you!!! :(

👑 Your so precious and soft, warrior or not, now your his little baby

👑 Kotal's a big guy, and he's a little afraid of accidentally grabbing you slightly too hard or set you down wrong

👑 You gotta make sure to tell him that he's going to be okay hugging and carrying you because he's obviously being gentle and he's never hurt you in the past (he's just being cautious)

👑 But honestly, this man is a cuddle bug, he adores cuddling with you and squeezing you and oh my goodness you're just so adorable!!

👑 Adores tummy time but more specifically, when you lay on top of him

👑 Finds it entertaining if you try to eat his nose because of how small you are

👑 He finds a lot of things you do funny

👑 Holding into his finger tightly before he dared moved your bottle slightly out of your mouth? He didn't know you had such a powerful grip!!

👑 Getting fussy and the only thing that will calm you down is either your paci, or chewing on his hand (he's okay with it), how interesting

👑 If you go nonverbal or mostly just babble, his supporting of it!! And encourages it!!

👑 But uh . . . He wasn't the best with it at first.

👑 Got a bit confused with babbling, especially when you first do it

👑 Like, it's adorable, little one . . . But what are you saying??

👑 Don't worry, he gets better over time, and adores it when you just babble to him like it's a normal conversation

👑 Panics the first time you babbled because you wanted or needed something and ran around the room confused

👑 Treats you like royalty!!! You are his little prince/princess/Little royalty after all

👑 You saw something you wanted at the market? Already buying it, it doesn't really matter the price. Yummy food that looks delicious? It’ll already be in your hands

👑 Who's going to question a Kahn after all? Especially if it's during MKX, he gets a little less stricter around MK11

👑 Since your so young, you get away with a lot of things because your so small

👑 (^ Also you couldn't have MEANT do it, so there's no real need to take action)

👑 If your a bit older though, he'd probably give you a time out and no amount of fussing will change his mind (justice must be served and what not)

👑 Although if you begin crying . . . he'll most likely drop it

👑 I'm not sure exactly how his powers work, but I know he can do stuff with light?? Like, sun powers?

👑 He'll be your night light, don't you worry (or atleast keep a small beam until you fast asleep)

👑 If your a very sleepy little, that works out perfectly for both you and him

👑 You get to cuddle up to him and he gets to carry you around everywhere? Sign him up!! :D

👑 No one, and I mean no one, will ever judge you for regressing out in public (someone did once and they were ‘let go’ of their position)

👑 More MK11 Aftermath, but even if he isn't Kahn anymore, he still treats you like royalty

👑 I like to imagine him and Jade (or atleast him) were put back into General command so he still has some power

👑 Kitana adores you and not only do you have the General on your side, but the entire royal house

👑 No ones making fun of you, and you get spoiled >:3

👑 Kotal's favorite CG nicknames are Ko-Ko, Papa, Dada, and Ko-Ta

👑 So many nicknames for you!!! Mostly royalty related, but also likes calling you Pumpkin, Sweetheart, Baby Girl/Boy, Little One

👑 Favorite activity is to just cradle you in his arm

👑 Your just so . . . tiny, and small in his arms

👑 (^ is also really helps you feel small)

👑 He'll happily bottle feed you, or walk around the room and bounce you until you fall asleep

👑 Likes to help you with little activities!!

👑 You'll sit on his lap and try to figure out what blocks go into what

👑 Will praise you and give you candy when you've done it all correctly!! :D

👑 (^ Although if you just hand him the block . . . he'll do it for you, and still give you candy)

👑 Unfortunately, no thumb sucking allowed >:(

👑 Instead he gets you a paci or a teether

👑 But like, a really fancy decorated paci

👑 And one of the best tethers you can find

👑 Only the best for his baby, after all!!

👑 However, if your out in public or don't have access to your stuff, he'll allow it for now

👑 Will buy you 100 and 1 stuffies, and still buy you more if you request

👑 HE is slowly losing bedspace

👑 Why? Because the stuffies need a spot to sleep!! And his bed’s so big already!! 🥺

👑 Will play peek-a-boo with your stuffies just to make you giggle, it's music to his ears :]

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I really hope I got them somewhat right. I dont know a lot about Kotal, I just think he's super cool. :3

[9toji]

could i please request some kind of hc/drabble of what character/s you think would be good at being publicly protective of reader? coming from someone paranoid of men in public, what characters do you think would take a fear like that seriously and make you feel safe?

thank you 💗🙏🏽

‧₊˚✩彡 KEEP YOU SAFE ! — jjk & bllk boys

characters ; gojo, megumi, kunigami (post-wildcard), rin

rina's comments ; i hope you're okay anon! i made this extra fluffy for you <3 i didnt know whether to write for jjk or bllk so i did both! hope you enjoy!! <3

tags ; established relationship, they keep you safe wherever you go

gojo was always the type to make you feel safe and to protect you, there are lots of things he'd like to shield you from but he lets you do what makes you happy, he doesn't want to feel like he's suffocating you. satoru always wants to see you safe and happy after all.

always the type to squeeze your hand in crowds, to make sure you two pass through with ease. being that tall had its advantages, he looks back at you a few times to make sure you're okay and that you're still beside him before leading you out of the sea of people on the streets.

assuring you that you were safe, in case you felt a little worried. “i'm here pretty thing, you're okay.” he whispers into your ear before proceeding to walk to wherever he wants to take you, you two always go out just because gojo loves trying new restaurants that he spots whenever he's away at work but he brings you so you don't feel left out and you get to eat the food he also wants to eat.

satoru spoils you with gifts whenever you two go out, even if you insist that you don't need such things. now, you have keychains dangling from your purse than matches his, keychains of little sushi figures that you two bought from a restaurant that sells them. “now we match!” he exclaims with a cheeky grin and a kiss to your forehead.

megumi isn't protective unless you two are outside, asking you to cling on to his arm while you two walk. and for both your pleasure, he holds your hand which he rarely does at home because his hands get all sweaty but during dates he insists to, so he can keep you close.

even when his hands get sweaty, he grips on to your hand tight. “i'll keep you close, let's wipe my hand off later.” megumi is shy about it, the fact that his hand gets sweaty because even though he's been with you for a while, he still gets a little nervous and shaky about physical touch.

on dates, he takes you to art galleries and small underground cafes. and when you ask about how he knows about such places since they're pretty unknown, he murmurs gojo's name which makes you laugh. knowing that gojo offers him advice too. even when the places you go to have few people inside, megumi is cautious.

“let's go look around, hold on to me.. okay?” your boyfriend asks with a soft tone, placing a soft kiss on your forehead as you two walk around. your hand and his own sweaty hand keeping you two close to each other, wiping his hand down with tissues whenever you two rest and sit down on benches.

kunigami is very protective of you, even when his demeanor doesn't really show it. “stay close.” he huffs indignantly, but there's a faint blush tainting his cheeks as you wrap you arm around him. always the one to give accidental resting bitch faces as he walks down the sidewalk, making him look scarier than he actually is.

he's the type to bring you to cutesy cafes, just because you want to. even to plushie stores where he examines each and every one, keeping you close by with a slight grin. kunigami loves seeing you happy, and so he squeezes your hand, and when you make a little ow! sound, he apologizes. not meaning to hurt you in his little moment of having butterflies.

every person or more specifically men that approach you whenever he goes off to the restroom receives a dirty look or a glare, the severity depending on the situation. his muscular arm placed on the man's shoulder as he gives a very simple, but scary-sounding, warning. “back off, they're mine.”

and when the man leaves, kunigami blinks at him with a confused look. not meaning to make the man extremely afraid of him, he looks to you and smiles. “at least you're safe, let's go?” rensuke asks as he lets you drag him away, inspecting more cute trinkets that caught your eye.

as a soccer celebrity, which rin hated being called by the way.. came with its advantages. not that he gets swarmed by loads of soccer fans but he does ask his bodyguards to accompany you on dates, which is a little awkward but he insists, because it means it'll give you two more room to breathe and it'll mean you'll be safe a lot more.

the go-to dating spots between you two are always expensive restaurants, that serve good food but in miniscule portions. so one day, you ask rin if you two could eat out to somewhere where you can eat more without missing out on good food, and rin contemplates before agreeing. immediately calling his bodyguards to accompany you two.

even with them around, rin always had a hand snaked around your waist to keep you closer. “you're alright babe, we'll be safe.” he looks behind him and sees his guards coughing as if they weren't used to seeing rin display affection, which was true.. since he always has a frown on his face while training or when he's alone. rin scowls and goes a little red, looking down at his shoes before smiling slyly at you.

rin actually enjoys the food at the local restaurant much more than the expensive, really expensive gourmet that serves only little, almost drop like sizes. your boyfriend sighs as he eats with gusto and when he turns to you and grins a little, he says slowly “let's come here more often, love.” wiping away the small spill at the side of your cheek. putting him in a good mood and even smiling at his fans that wait for him outside the small restaurant.

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

Can you do a Bayverse Hot Rod headcanon on what he will be like as a dad?

I don’t know if this is similar to someone else’s request. I am just gonna request this

He's very protective. He loves his little sparkling so much and will not let any harm come to them. This can be a negative thing, sometimes trying to protect them from things that will never happen. He can often be seen as over-cautious and overprotective, sometimes not wanting to let his kid do certain activities.

It takes him a while for him to ease up and let go a little, letting his kid have experiences even if they may accidentally get hurt. It took a long time for him to accept that getting hurt is often just a part of life.

He's very playful and active in their life. Anytime he has free he spends it caring for and playing with his sparkling.

He plays softly with them, still having that small bit of fear that they will get hurt. So he likes activities and games where he can be gentle with them.

He loves doting on them with hugs and gifts.

He definitely spoils his kids, getting them whatever presents they want.

He hates being apart from them. If he has to go away, he makes sure to call them often because he misses them.

[bisexualchrissycunningham]

What tropes DO you like to see in hellcheer fanfics? Now I'm worried that I've been incorporating things that are harmful without even realizing it and I want to write things that won't accidentally trigger or upset a reader. Our fandom is small but strong and I don't want to contribute to any discomfort.

Oh boy. Firstly, it’s really lovely to know someone takes reader discomfort seriously and wants to ensure they’re not causing harm. 

But secondly, don’t avoid writing anything out of fear of reader reaction. That’s what tags are for! Here’s the thing: I wish more people would use too many tags rather than too little just to be safe. Or give a much better idea of what a fic will entail in the description. If they don’t want to spoil readers, one thing I’ve done in the past has been stating in my authors note that I would put a detailed description of any potentially triggering content in the end notes on AO3 and they can choose whether to read or not. Just something, you know? 

I hold myself totally responsible for what I choose to read, which means I have chosen to limit my fic reading much more than I originally thought I would out of an overabundance of caution. I think tags can only go so far if the writers themselves don’t seem to be fully conscious of what they’re putting out there with their writing. 

Which I guess leads to a thing I’ve been biting my tongue on cause my thoughts on it are still so unformed and I’m always scared of provoking hatefulness.. there is a pattern across fic in general (not just Hellcheer) of power dynamics being written naturally into all ship interactions without proper tagging. Sometimes BDSM is tagged, but nothing to specify non-sexual power dynamics, which in my perspective can often be MORE important to warn for. It seems like a lot of writers have sort of internalized this idea that there always has to be a dominant partner and a submissive partner in any pairing, and of course it almost always means the male or more masculine-presenting partner is the dominant one.

I think in normalizing this, some people started missing the fact that this is, in fact, a kink and something that HAS to be warned for. Readers should always be aware of any type of unequal power dynamic before reading a fic. 

A lot of writers are aiming for the sub partner as a fully-empowered character with their own autonomy who chooses to be submissive, but tbh, not all writers are successful at demonstrating this and instead recreate pretty fucked up dynamics that can lead to otherwise fine content being distressing for readers. 

An unrelated issue I’ve run into that a lot of people aren’t gonna wanna hear: B*lly showing up in fics without being tagged. Fucking ALWAYS tag this character. You KNOW he’s upsetting/triggering for people due to his canon behaviour, regardless of how much you personally like/relate to him. I recently read a Hellcheer fic where he showed up out of nowhere, played a prominent role in several chapters AND was in a relationship that made me super uncomfortable. If it had been in the tags, I could have at least made an informed choice about reading it without being completely fucking blindsided. 

Like I said above, I don’t think anyone should not write something cause of the way readers might react. I fully believe there is room for all types of fic– I dabble in writing pretty taboo stuff privately, and I really love darkfic. Obviously I am fine with simply not reading things that don’t interest me based on what the tags and synopsis tell me. I guess I just wish the fandom was a little more united and therefore friendlier, and had more of the kind of environment that welcomed sticky conversations like this, but it’s not and it doesn’t, so being cautious feels like my best option. 

To speak to your concern about your own writing and possible harm.. honestly, I have only seen a single other person express discomfort with some of the things I described above, and I’ve never felt comfortable discussing it one on one with anyone to see if anyone else experiences anything similar. Fandom friendships are so precarious as it is–often just expressing an opinion a mutual doesn’t like can lead to them no longer engaging with you, so the risk doesn’t feel worth it. 

I genuinely worry this is only a me problem, and other people simply don’t care and think anyone who does should just toughen up, or be less uptight or something. Maybe I’m just bitter or cynical about this fandom though. 

As for tropes I do like reading.. hmm. I feel like if I list anything right now, it’s just going to be a bunch of things that are the opposite of everything I talked about above. Is there anything in particular that sparked your message you wanted to discuss? I'm happy to chat more.

[froggiewrites]

if you'll entertain four:

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

love your writing, hope you have a great weekend!

I absolutely will entertain four!

Recommend an author of fanfic you love: There is a fic that feels genuinely like it's made to perfectly infiltrate my brain that I've reread like. four times since I found it. It's yandere, so if you aren't comfortable with dark content steer clear, but for people who love reading about obsession and the ways love can be pushed to the extreme I cannot recommend I'll Fucking Digest You One Kiss At A Time by StrawberrieMars enough. I can't stop thinking about it. I'm a sucker for a story that lets you see into the head of someone doing something they know is wrong and see how the justify it to themselves, and it's just done so masterfully here. Plus I just love Bartolomeo, and I haven't found many fics for him, so finding one so perfectly tailored to my tastes is SO good. If any of you end of reading and liking it please let me know, I'm SO obsessed with it.

What's the fastest way to become your mutual? Honestly I have no idea! I generally follow people who post art or fics I really love, so I guess just post what you like and I might see it? I've been pretty cautious with following people after I accidentally spoiled myself for something massive coming up (it was properly tagged, but I hadn't thought to filter the names of arcs I hadn't seen yet), but once I fully catch up and don't have to be scared of spoilers anymore I plan on going on a big following spree so maybe I'll see some of you there!

What's the weirdest topic you've researched for a writing project? Ahh this is a hard one. Most of the weird things I put in my writing I just know off the top of my head because I'm a fiend for trivia, but I've done a lot of silly searches for my OCs, and for my original writing. I guess it's probably a tie between getting really into the nitty gritty of how someone becomes a museum curator (because I have a character that's a museum curator by day and phantom thief by night and I REALLY wanted to be accurate to the education level she'd have) and when I was knee deep researching lightbulbs trying to figure out if they can burn out immediately if you turn it on and off too much and too quickly (for a character who had never seen electricity before discovering a light switch and immediately spam flipping it). That second one should have been a quick search but I immediately came across two sources that disagreed and I spent far too long trying to figure out which one was right.

Name one internet reference that will always make you laugh: This is another hard one because I have let a lot of internet references work their way into my everyday vocabulary and life. I think I have to pick a tie between two because I love them both for the same reason. One is the classic "hewwo??" not because of the original post, but because I got my (very not online) parents to start answering the phone with "hewwo?" when I was in college, and they still sometimes use it to say hello to our dogs, and it just makes me giggle. My older brother absolutely hates that voice, so I got them to start using it exclusively to mess with him, and hearing his reaction the first time he heard them use it is just. That's a treasured memory for sure. The other is from this stupid early ai video that ends with someone trying to say goodbye and it comes out "goo buh buh" instead. It's just so stupid that it makes me giggle and I've said it enough that my girlfriend and I always say goobuhbuh instead of goodbye when we get off call now 😭

Thank you so much, and I hope you have a great weekend too!! 💙

Writers Ask Game

[vynsvision]

Lots of Artem ssr card thoughts that evolves from analysis as to why i didn't like Artem (cough Atmospherics cough) to wait damn I enjoy most of his cards! (I am in fact Pro-Artem by the end of this, even if he is the last of my bias.)

As much as I dislike Artem's SSR card Atmospherics, his other ones Wandering Heart, Unusual Love, and Sunshine After the Rain have. Struck me. /pos

Maybe Artem is... good.

I know it can be annoying, to a degree, for MC and Artem to be oblivious or just very careful of boundaries. But considering the relationship dynamic is literally an authority imbalance (to a degree), i really appreciate that they are careful of each other. Also, Artem's gentleness to MC when, for instance, they accidentally walked in on him changing in Wandering Heart, he forgives them and reassures them that there's nothing to be embarrassed about.

Its just really gentle and cautious, but soft and genuine. There's no intentional flirting to accidentally be read into. They are work partners, and they have that superior/subordinate relationship that they have to be aware of. Artem is also. The LAST of the four boys to abuse that. Not that any of them would (cough Marius wouldn't care about it TO A DEGREE cough) but its just really special to me that they chose this personality and these characteristics for Artem to handle it professionally.

Maybe thats part of why I hate Atmospherics so much. It was hyped up so much and then he's very drunk and being... physically... possessive? It made me uncomfortable and disappointed that there was no warning. Sure, a kabedon (spelling?) moment is nice but when its consensual. MC was not able to leave the apartment as he was sure they wouldn't be safe if they left. But I didnt feel safe around drunk!Artem. Its not sexy. His possessive and protectiveness would have been better in a different situation. The art is nice, but ultimately the card is driving by a story and standards that make me uncomfortable.

Before I read Atmospherics, I read Entwined Fate. I think that honestly may have been the card to put him in second place in my bias originally. I really like how sweet and cute that card is, the clear "strings" connecting MC and Artem, but also as on brand, the pair are oblivious or refusing to believe that the other may be romantically interested in them. Its really cute, and I love the art.

I've been catching up on reading SSR and SR cards that I haven't yet read (so I can make a rating post about them :) ), and have generally seen lots of pro-Artem stuff, so I once again gave him a shot in Unusual Love.

That is protectiveness I can get behind. Maybe because there's a real threat, maybe because its fake-dating-to-haha-jk-...unless? or maybe because he really just does want to show MC that he cares about them by gifting them the earrings- and then, in true Artem fashion, saying he AND Celestine are gifting the earrings. Its really just. So sweet. Also I love being spoiled.

Sunshine After the Rain will probably be my sucker spot for a little bit- the concept of being stuck in a hotel castle on an island... my favorite movie of all time being The Scarlet Pimpernel (1982) isn't for nothing. That and the sweet moments of when he calls them as they're trying to have him rest (its vacation, dammit!) and then when he ties a string frOM HIS OWN SWEATER to each other's wrists to be able to pull if they feel nervous- still respecting privacy while reassuring that he's there for them. Gonna sob, gonna cry. For personal reasons, that's the sweetest thing someone's ever done for me at night to make me feel safe while I'm asleep but did it before I was asleep... anyway.

I don't personally care for Dreamful Melodies as I think I read it just for the illustrations and the s-chips? So I dont remember enjoying that story.

I have not yet Por Una Cabeza, but I have heard lots of good things about it. If he pulls a Vyn and teaches MC a dance, I will be quite pleased.

OH AND UUUUH FORGOT ABOUT Loving Memories !!! That card is SO cute. Its a little bland, maybe, as neither of them are very frightened by the haunted house, but the art is so freakin' sweet and its basically a fluff fic come to life. God bless. Love that card. HES SO SOFT AND CUTE IN THAT ONE.

Conclusion: damn maybe Artem is good.

[sigery]

Me thinking about my characterizations between AUs

Will I ever actually finish writing something?

Quick 'summary' of relevant AUs

SCP Nesting Dolls Pouch Passenger (Naga!Moon + Harpy!Sun fic) Brother Location (Megaplex burned down, Sun and Moon move to a new location with its own daycare attendants) MCRaR (Mythical Creatures Retreat and Research, from my Ao3 fic) Mega Angst Naga Thing (Just me traumatizing the boys, mostly Glitch) Mershark Attack AU (Based off an ask Mango got)

Sun

Doll- The first. Tries to be a sunshine boy. Anxious. Loves kids, picky about adult friends. Excitable. 10ft, has the power of 'imagination'. Pathological liar after killing his mother's death. Doesn't like being alone, all but physically attached to Moon

PP- Happy harpy boy. Murders two humans to feed Moon. Passive aggressive. Smarter than he seems. Kicked Monty's ass once and will do it again. Tries to be positive. Moon's ride or die. Affectionate.

MCRaR- Sweet. (Spent most of the time unconscious) Only one that really tried to connect with Glitch

BL- A bit wary (big changes in his life). Very excited to have Moon back though. Adopts Lunar almost immediately. Daytime/playtime attendant.

Mega Angst Naga Thing- He is reader's emotional support animal (that's the only thing I have so far)

Moon

Doll- The second. Mischievous at times. Protective, specifically of Sun. Can hypnotize/compel people (go to sleep, tell the truth, forgot this). Mostly level headed.

PP- Tired and stressed. He likes his siblings and maybe 2 other people. Protective and a little possessive (don't take Sun away, he will destroy everything)

MCRaR- Is a snake naga. (he is only mentioned currently)

BL- Virus free, but still doesn't trust himself fully. Anxious. Minor insomnia (so many nightmares). Also naptime attendant (2nd nap) as well as security.

Mega Angst Naga Thing- (probably exists)

Eclipse

Doll- The fourth. Mostly serious. Protective. Can harden his body to be unbreakable to protect siblings. Also has a pocket dimension to hide people or things in (probably will kill you if you aren't approved by him directly or knowingly stored by one of his brothers)

PP- Keeps unintentionally adopting children. Stoic, protective. Big.

MCRaR- Thinks humans are very fragile (Very very protective of human reader). Seems stoic. Warm dragon man.

Mega Angst Naga Thing- Pre adoption, he was in an underground 'dog fighting' ring. Missing an arm (down to 3) and an eye (down to 1) because of it. Previously very cautious... has mellowed out. Protective of reader as well as Sun and Moon

Glitch

Doll- The third. True Gremlin. Can't sit still for long. Keeps collecting animals (currently has 3 snakes and a coyote). Will accidentally destroy most tech probably (Pre incident he was more toned down and curious about everything… his sense of wonder was ruined from the incident).

PP- A sad baby. Very clingy at the moment. Will be a spoiled brat.

MCRaR- Feral and frustrated. Very attached to Sun. Can't speak English so can't really communicate with reader. A bit isolated due to being (mostly) water bound.

BL- (Previously known as Solar) A mess. Sometimes he is mischievous and fun… other times he is giggling non stop and just torn someone's limbs off. other other times he is a sobbing mess because he can't control himself. Good dad ("Do as I say, not as I do"), very protective. Kind of controlling (mostly to protect people from himself). Decent mechanic (built BM). Doesn't like the endos.

Mega Angst Naga thing- Hella traumatized. VERY controlling. Very possessive. Can get very aggressive. Lunar is basically his self control teddy bear. Probably cries himself to sleep a lot, if he sleeps at all. Major trust issues. Partially deaf. Will have a meltdown if he learns he hurt someone close to him ("oh god, I'm just like my abuser"). Definitely needs therapy

Mershark Attack AU- Nomadic, accidentally adopted two kids. Mostly chill, very protective of Lunar and BM as they are small and 'vulnerate'

Lunar

Doll- Newest/Fifth sibling. Can't speak yet. His personality is still developing but so far he is happy and excitable. Very attached to the others, can't be alone.

BL- Glitch's brother and previous partner at the daycare. Quiet time/naptime attendant (1st nap). Soft boi. Worries a lot. Excitable. Probably a crybaby. Possessive of anything relating to Solar Glitch after 'losing' him. Was anxious about Sun and Moon's arrival but he warms up very quickly.

Mega Angst Naga Thing- Was pushy in getting close with Glitch but also 'submissive' enough that he didn't 'threaten' Glitch. Codependent with Glitch, nearly starves himself when separated from Glitch. A people pleaser, will bend over backwards to conform to his chosen's needs. Glitch's pouch is his safe space. Also definitely needs therapy.

Mershark Attack AU- Was an orphan scavenger before becoming Glitch's taglong. Mostly self-sufficient. Small but quick. Is kind of a barnacle once Glitch 'adopts' him.

Blood Moon (BM/Scarlet)

BL- A lil shit but quiet? Technically programmed to be a child, he is also mature. Will kill for Glitch's honor. Adores Lunar. Likes Moon. On the fence about Sun (Kind of his dad's replacement). Cuddlebug.

Mershark Attack AU- A baby. Anxious and shy. Nervous about Glitch at first, warms up quick though.

[dweetwise]

since i already did the killers, here’s the survivors reacting to their newest addition!

Yun-Jin & survivors headcanons

Dwight tries not to judge people too quickly, as his hands aren't exactly clean either. He doesn't really care what Yun-Jin did before, the problem is that she only looks after herself in trials. When his numerous attempts at friendly advice fall on deaf ears because she clearly doesn't regard him as a leader, Dwight kind of gives up on and hopes that she might come around one day.

Meg is instantly wary of Yun-Jin, her story not painting the producer in a good light at all. She’ll "accidentally” lead the killer to Yun-Jin in trials, doubly so if they're going against the Trickster, seeing it as fitting punishment for someone willing to turn to a blind eye to the atrocities the idol committed.

Claudette always tries to see the best in people, but after Yun-Jin leaves her to die on hook several times, the botanist realizes her trust in the other woman might be misplaced. Her own morals refuse to let her treat Yun-Jin different from the others, but it makes Claudette sad to know the producer most likely wouldn’t return the favor.

Jake is downright hostile, as the cutthroat nature of the business world was one of the main reasons he put his old life behind him. He's annoyed when some of the others try to force him to make friends with Yun-Jin just because they happened to be born in the same country.

Nea is both intrigued and cautious, fond of Yun-Jin's unapologetic attitude but not a fan of the way she essentially sold her soul to be a corporate pawn. She teaches the woman how to be a pain in the ass to any killer, but usually keeps her distance since Yun-Jin is clearly only looking after herself and Nea is not about to be caught in a bad spot without back-up.

Laurie is pissed. Upon hearing about the producer's connection to the Trickster, she goes off, accusing Yun-Jin of creating a murderer. Some of the others intervene—though don't necessarily disagree—but Laurie doesn’t budge on her stance.

Ace isn't blind to the parallels between his and Yun-Jin’s lives, having to play dirty in order to escape their less fortunate upbringings. He admires her extravagant fashion sense and always makes sure to compliment her outfits, happy to notice it makes her hold her head up higher after a rough trial.

Bill writes her off as a stuck-up rich kid that never had to face hardships, but is proven severely wrong when Yun-Jin shows to fare well even without the comfort of her penthouse. When he sees her making a fire and she mentions she had to learn how to keep warm when their heat was shut off, the contempt is gradually replaced by respect.

Feng is also somewhat of a lone wolf and doesn't care that Yun-Jin cares mostly about self-preservation. She'll tell the woman that they won't have any problems as long as she stays out of Feng’s way in trials. The two end up working well together, exchanging strategies on the best ways to split up and rush generators.

David isn't impressed by the producer’s appearance, thinking she's a spoiled brat that will throw a tantrum as soon as she chips a nail. Will tease her in trials, scoffing “Careful ya don't get blood on yer fancy jacket, princess”. She never takes the bait, instead opting to survive to the end and leave David to die on his first hook, giving him the finger from the safety of the exit gate. David sees it as a playful rivalry, though in reality the woman probably hates his guts.

Quentin is familiar with the guilt of creating a monster and instead of being angry at Yun-Jin, claims that this is her chance to make it right. He gets her to tell them everything she knows about the Trickster that might benefit them in trials. He's not that bothered by her refusal to work as a team, knowing it won't be long before she realizes she has to help others if she wants to survive.

Tapp has some very unfortunate flashbacks to his last case before he died, a psychopath and his accomplices making his life a living hell. And that's what he sees Yun-Jin as; an accomplice and enabler of the Trickster. He doesn't bother to hide his distrust, keeping a sharp eye on the woman as if expecting her to turn against them at any second.

Kate is initially put off by Yun-Jin's stuck-up attitude, having been forced to deal with her fair share of money-hungry producers. However, when they slowly get to know each other and the Korean mentions her own buried aspirations of being a musician, Kate recognizes their similarities; both of them just wanted to share their music with the world.

Adam attempts to make hesitant small talk about Seoul, trying to find common ground. However, when Yun-Jin only talks about Michelin-star restaurants and luxurious boutiques, Adam resigns himself to the fact that the woman has little interest in anything not revolving around money or music.

Jeff is a firm believer in live and let live and doesn't have anything against Yun-Jin despite the woman being his polar opposite in almost every way. He can tell the producer is surprised every time he strikes up casual conversation or offers to heal her in a trial, clearly not used to kindness from a stranger.

Jane is no stranger to being in the spotlight and doesn't approve of Yun-Jin's corrupt methods of navigating fame. She’s persistent in trying to get through to the producer, going out of her way to help the other in the hope that Yun-Jin will one day do the same.

Ash makes some good-natured jokes that Yun-Jin looks fancy compared to the rest of them. He doesn't care that some of the others think she's a bad person, he admires her gutsy attitude and doesn't treat her any different than others, one of the few who happily trade his life for hers in trials.

Nancy isn't as quick as most of the others to judge Yun-Jin. She's curious to know the whole story, and eventually understands why Yun-Jin made the decisions she did. They’re on neutral terms and occasionally exchange stories of their lives before, but Nancy swiftly learns that when they’re in a trial together, it’s every woman for herself.

Steve is a little starstruck, the K-pop producer’s extravagant appearance a far cry from the monotony of his small town. He can't help but try to impress her, doing stupid tricks in trials and pestering her about whether she thinks he would ever have a shot at stardom. As soon as he hears her artist name, he insists on addressing her as Magnum Opus, and even manages to get a smile for his efforts.

Yui doesn't give two shits about the woman’s questionable morals, instead thinking Yun-Jin is a badass for managing to do so well for herself against all odds. She's quick to welcome the producer to their group, and when questioned by the others, says that it would take a lot more than that for her to throw away the concept of sisterhood.

Zarina asks a lot of questions, curious about Yun-Jin's connection to the Trickster. It quickly becomes apparent that their morals clash horribly, and Zarina is appalled at the way the woman threw away integrity for corporate greed. She doesn’t trust Yun-Jins promises about making the killer pay, knowing people don’t change overnight.

Cheryl tries to give the benefit of the doubt, but as soon as Yun-Jin tries to boss her around in a trial, she withdraws into her shell. Cheryl has unresolved issues with women in power and isn't about to let Yun-Jin use her as a pawn in whatever game she's playing.

Felix can tell at first glance that he won't get along with the woman. Yun-Jin's gaudy outfits and arrogant attitude scream new money, reminding him of difficult clients he hated working with. He respects her drive for her job, but that's where their similarities end.

Élodie, having the freshest memory of what it's like to be the newest arrival in this terrifying realm, is the first to befriend Yun-Jin. Though they're from completely different worlds, both are mature enough to recognize the other's struggles, gradually forming a hesitant friendship.

[atlafan]

Heal - One Shot

a/n: werewolffry is here!! I rewrote this like three different times because supernatural au’s are just not my thing, but I’m pretty happy with how this turned out. I didn’t research anything, I sort of just came up with my own lore, and based some of it off of the show Teen Wolf, but not by much. Feedback and reblogs are super helpful, I can’t wait to know what you think! I have some other Halloween requests, but keep them coming! I’m hoping to post one every week until Halloween. Enjoy! (not proofread)

Warnings: Fluff, a little angst, smut (pegging)

Words: 14.8K

Harry, Niall, and Louis are all werewolves; it was that simple. What wasn’t simple was they were university students, trying to live regular lives. The three of them all came from different families, but these families had truces, so they were allowed to interact. Over the years, hunters had started breaking their codes, and wolf numbers were starting to dwindle, so many families were starting to extend their packs to keep everyone safe.

Harry’s family was probably one of the most important; they were healers. Healers were a rare and special breed of werewolf. They were basically the wizards of their kind. All werewolves had the ability to heal themselves, sure, and they could take the pain away from others, but healers had the ability to fix broken bones, extract bullets and close wounds without stiches, they had herbs and “potions” to help humans when they felt so inclined. They were pure, kind, and empathetic. Anne was the head, the matriarch, and Gemma was next in line. However, Harry, needed to be protected at all costs. Male healers…they were easily persuaded, and often got a little too attached to the people they mated with. The women were much more reserved, careful, so when Harry was in secondary school, and started dating…Anne had Gemma give him a little talk about the birds and the bees.

Now, there were no rules saying that wolves couldn’t date or mate with regular people. Because of the dwindling numbers over the years, many partners were being turned. It was essentially like going through the process of converting religions. There was some studying involved, some promises that needed to be made, and some understandings on both parties’ sides.

The boys had all grown up together, and they all learned how to fight and protect themselves, although, Harry hated fighting. As a healer, he had his qualms about hurting other people. He’d always feel bad if he accidentally hurt one of his trainers, rushing to their side immediately to help them. Louis, once a very free spirit, had become hardened after becoming the leader of his family’s pack. No one blamed him, his immediate family got murdered by hunters. Now all of his cousins and other family members looked to him for guidance. It was why he took a gap year before going to university. He also wanted to wait to be able to go with Harry and Niall. Anne was grateful that Louis would be watching over her son. Niall was great and all, but he could be a proper dolt in his own right. He was a skilled fighter, but that was about all he had going for him.

They were going into their second year, and this year they had a flat all to themselves. Being in the dorms…well, it was nothing short of a disaster. They were in a triple their first year, and that was just not enough space for three young werewolves. Now they all had their own rooms so they could do as they pleased. Harry was excited to start his new semester. There was a girl he enjoyed the scent of that worked at the bookstore café last year, and he hoped she would be returning. She was the only one that made his coffee correctly. Not that Harry was snooty, but he was practically royalty, so he had his moments where he acted a little spoiled. He wasn’t sure how someone could fuck up a small black coffee with a little butter in it, but if it wasn’t her who made it, it was fucked up. She was American, so he had no idea if she had just been studying abroad last semester or not.

As much as he frequented the bookstore café, he didn’t say more than his coffee order to her. It killed him. He wanted to flirt with her, tell her how good she smelled, and god, did she smell good. It’s what drew him into the café in the first place, the scent of honey and vanilla. He didn’t talk to her because he didn’t know her, he didn’t know her family. Anyone Harry dated in secondary school he had known his whole life. He knew if they came from a hunter or not. He wasn’t sure how things worked for werewolves in the states. He had no idea if the codes were different, and anytime he asked his mother about it she just told it was something he didn’t need to worry about. The girl seemed nice enough, but Gemma had explained to Harry long ago that male healers were gullible when it came to the people they wanted to mate with.

That’s not to say Harry didn’t mate…he mated often, but mostly with people he had no mental attachment to. He didn’t like the idea of not having a lot of control over his mind, so he stuck to random hook ups. At first he didn’t believe Gemma when she first explained everything to him once he hit puberty, but when he found himself in the woods one night with a rabbit in his teeth that he had killed for his regular girlfriend, he understood. He dropped it out of his mouth. “She’s not a werewolf, she won’t want that.” Gemma had said as she put a hand on his shoulder. “I know you want to please her, but this isn’t the way.” She had chuckled. His sister had laughed at him. He didn’t want to give her a reason to do that again. Granted, he was fifteen, and in puppy-love, but still.

He had learned to control himself, as did Niall and Louis, when it came to the people he was attracted to. He was cautious and observant, and perhaps would just admire from afar. Much to his delight, and surprise, as he was walking around campus with Niall and Louis before classes started, he saw the girl in the bookstore window helping put out inventory. Harry smiled to himself. Even if he was still too shy to get to know her, he could at least sleep peacefully knowing he’d be getting a decent cup of coffee.

//

Working at the university bookstore was an easy gig. Sure, once in a while Y/N would get a disgruntled student who wasn’t pleased about how expensive a book or a sweatshirt was, but other than that things were pleasant. She loved seeing prospective students and their excited families come in to buy their first piece of memorabilia. The bookstore also house a small café for students to grab some coffee and a pastry, and sometimes they’d stay to do some studying. Sometimes she was behind the bar making drinks, sometimes she’d be working the register, and other times she’d be in the back taking stock.

One of her favorite customers was a boy she barely knew, but had seen around campus plenty. His name was Harry, and he’d order a whipped black coffee with butter every morning. She didn’t work every morning, but any morning she was working, she’d make it for him.  Or, that’s how it was last semester, anyways. She had no idea what year he was, he could have finished school last year for all she knew. Y/N chose to study abroad for the entirety of her college career. She had done some traveling in high school, and loved it. She felt way more independent going to school in England, and way more adult. She and her roommates had their own flat this year, and she was excited to really make the space her own. She was in a cramped dorm last year, so having her own room was a major step up.

It was syllabus week, but she was dreading her Calculus class. It was the last math class she needed, thank god. In her first year she had to take algebra, and then precalc. She was a biology student, so she needed Calculus. It was just a lot to balance with her other major courses. Taking bio, chem, and math classes all at the same time was a pain in the ass. Another pain in the ass was that there weren’t a ton of other girls in her classes. Just awkward boys who thought they were smarter than her. She can’t help her jaw from dropping when she sees Harry walk into the classroom. His eyes scan over his options and then widen when he sees her. He knew he smelt something good. He smirks when he sees her obviously flustered, and he walks over slowly to sit down next to her. He flashes her his award winning, shit eating grin, and takes a notebook out of his backpack. He could feel her heart racing, and he almost felt bad, but her heart did that every time he came into the bookstore café. At first he thought it just did that because she was busy, but he realized soon he just made her nervous. Another reason he didn’t say more than a few words to her, until today that is.

Harry turns slightly to look at her, resting his cheek on his fist. She does a double take and sees he’s looking at her. She furrows her brows at him.

“Sorry, you just look really familiar.” He says. “Don’t mean to stare.” He was trying to play it cool. He didn’t want to seem like a stalker.

“Oh! It’s okay, um, I…I work at the campus bookstore.”

“That’s right! You’re the girl who knows how to make my coffee. I think you’re the only one who works there that can do it right.” He sighs.

“It’s not difficult.” She mumbles. “Maybe it’s just the unusual order that throws the others off.”

“Adding butter to coffee isn’t that unusual.” He rolls his eyes. He was talking to her like they were old friends. Maybe in his mind they were. She blinks at him. “What?”

“Nothing…it’s just, well, this is the most you’ve ever spoken to me.” She blushes slightly and takes a pull from her water bottle.

“I could say the same thing to you, you know?” He smirks.

“I’m not the one with the intimidating eyebrows.” She points at his face. “You’re very serious looking.” She gives him a soft smile to let him know she’s only teasing and he smiles back.

“I’m a bit shy, nothing more to it than that. Promise I’m not some scary monster.” God, the irony could have killed him alone.

“Um, how come you’re in calc one? Like, what’s your major?”

“Art History.” She blinks at him again. “I’m an allied health minor, need stats and calc for that.”

“Oh!” She laughs. “Makes sense.”

“What about you?”

“Biology. This is the last math class I need, thank god.”

“Not a fan of math?”

“It’s not that I’m not, I’m just annoyed. I took calculus in high school, but I didn’t know about the math placement assessment last summer, so I had to start out in college algebra last fall. Big waste of time.” She sighs. “Art History and allied health, that’s an interesting combination.”

“Needed a backup, you know how parents can be.”

Truth be told, Harry would go off to be a doctor if he could, but he’d expose himself no doubt. People would catch on to him working “miracles”. It was the empath in him, he just wanted to help anyone and everyone. His mother allowed him the minor for a couple of reasons. One, to scratch his itch for wanting to help people, and two, to learn more about how the body worked so he could properly heal others.

“I totally get it.” She scoffs.

“What do you want to do with bio?”

“I haven’t quite figured out my specialization yet. I don’t think I want to be a doctor doing surgeries, maybe forensics? Working in a lab, that kind of stuff?”

“That’s noble work.” He smiles and she smiles back. “Are you working at the bookstore again this year?”

“Mhm.” She nods. “Sort of have to if I wanna afford things.” She chuckles.

“Cool, good to know I can still get my coffee how I like it.”

“Is that all I’m good for?”

His eyebrows raise as her lips curl up. Oh, she was flirting with him. He has to suppress every urge in his body to not just yank her out of the classroom and take her home with him.

“We’ll have to see how well you do in this class. You may also be good for tutoring.” He wasn’t bad at math, but maybe he could pretend to be if it meant they could start hanging out.

She rolls her eyes at him and shakes her head.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” She says as the professor walks in.

“Harry.” He whispers, and the class gets started.

//

Y/N bursts through her door later that day. Her roommates were getting lunch started.

“You’ll never guess what happened in calc! That hot guy that used to come into the café last year is in my class, and he sat next to me! He remembered who I was, and he remembered the way I make his coffee. I swear to god we were flirting, oh my fucking god!” She squeals and her friends giggle.

“Slow down, Y/N.” Talia says to her. “He’s just a guy.”

“But he’s not.” Y/N pouts. “He’s so fucking hot, and he seems really sweet.”

“It’s not a great idea to shit where you eat.” Georgie says. “I hooked up with a guy in one of my classes last year and it was super awkward.”

“Who said I was going to jump into bed with him?” Y/N scoffs. “Maybe I just wanna be his friend.” She shrugs and grabs a cheese stick out of the fridge.

“Mhm, a friend who you’d like to bone.” Talia smirks.

“Well…it’s not like I haven’t thought about it. He’s so handsome…he probably sees lots of girls. Although, I’m pretty sure if he snapped his fingers I’d take my pants off for him.”

All of the girls laugh as they eat. This semester would be interesting to say the least.

//

Harry started chatting up Y/N in class after that first day, and he went to the bookstore café every time she worked. Even if he wasn’t in the mood for a coffee, he’d pretend like he was, but it didn’t go much deeper than that. His life was complex, and he had to be careful about who he brought into it.

As he got older, Harry realized he had the ability to shift completely into a wolf, but only on full moons. All werewolves could do this, they just needed to reach a level of maturity to do so, and it was extremely dangerous because if they stayed like that for too long, it was difficult to shift back. However, Harry enjoyed going out on the full moon and just running around it his heart’s desire. It also served to satisfy many of his primal instincts. He could go out and kill a small animal, eat, and feel zero remorse about it. The catch was you had to be naked before shifting, and you’d shift back naked, so you had to leave yourself clothes. Niall thought it would be funny to steal Harry’s clothes after he shifted back.

It was extremely early in the morning, and Harry was standing in the middle of the woods naked. Normally it wouldn’t be a big deal, he could just hop from tree to tree, and get back unnoticed, but he found himself in a well-traveled runner’s path. Plus, he was tired from a night out of wolfing it up, so excuse him for not being thrilled with Niall’s prank. He had learned to control his body temperature, so it’s not like he was cold, he was just annoyed. He needed to listen carefully to every little thing. From afar he hears music and someone breathing heavily. Normally he wouldn’t be so phased, but the scent was familiar. Harry freezes when he realized it’s Y/N, so he quickly hides behind a tree. If she was ever going to see him naked it wouldn’t be like this.

Her music wasn’t up terribly loud, she wasn’t an idiot. Running alone early in the morning meant she couldn’t just zone out, no, she needed to be aware of her surroundings. However, it was fall and she was running in a wooded area, so she strips over a hidden tree root. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but it catches her ankle the wrong way, and Harry can feel the ligaments snapping. He winces for her. That wasn’t even the worst of it. Because of the way she twisted as she fell, her head knocked into the stump of the tree, and it knocked her out.

“Shit.” Harry says to himself as he peers at her limp body.

He had a couple of options. He could easily pretend he didn’t see what happened, and continue to get home unnoticed and let someone else find her, or he could go over there, pick her up, and take her to his place to heal her. He goes with the latter, physically not being able to just leave her. He looks around to make sure no one else was coming, and he strolls over to her. He kneels beside her, putting his palm over her forehead to make sure she was really knocked out. He didn’t want to startle her if she woke up. Something about seeing a naked man over your unconscious body…it probably work out well for him. He closes his eyes for a moment, just to take a little of her pain away, then he hoists her up, carrying her bridal style. He takes a deep breath, his eyes glow red, and then he sprints through the trees back to his flat.

“Took you long enough, what did you do, take extra-long to make me feel bad?” Niall says as he opens the front door. His eyes widen when he sees Harry carrying the girl.

“Got a bit side tracked.” He grunts as he walks in.

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything.” He scoffs. “She tripped, and got hurt. I need to take her up to my room to help her. Where’s Lou?”

“He went to the market, we were low on groceries.”

“Good, keep him occupied when he gets back. I don’t think he’d be terribly happy about this.”

Niall nods as Harry carries Y/N up the stairs. He lays her down gentle on his bed, and her eyes flutter open some as he walks to his dresser. She thinks she dreaming because she can faintly see a man’s ass, a perfect ass might she add, and then her eyes rolls back into her head, passing out yet again. Harry grabs some things from his closet, namely a first aid kit. He starts with her ankle. He wraps his large hand around it, taking her pain away. He couldn’t take it all, and he couldn’t fully heal her. That would be too suspicious. He’d need to leave her in a little bit of pain. He heals her ligaments, though, and leaves it to make it feel like she may have just twisted it the wrong way. He wraps a makeshift splint on her for show, and then he moves to her poor head. She had an egg growing out of it, so he takes a deep breath and pops it back in with his thumb. He rubs his palm over her skull to feel around for the potential of a concussion, but he doesn’t feel anything that serious. She’d have a headache at most so he gets up and grabs a water bottle from the case in his closet, and a couple of aspirin from the first aid kit. Since he’s dressed now, and she’s mostly better, he feels like he can wake her up now. He nudges her shoulder gently, and her eyes flutter back open. She flinches when she sees him.

“H-Harry?” She sits up, and winces, grabbing at her ankle. “What’s going on?” She whimpers, and he thinks it’s about the cutest thing he’s ever seen. Her bottom lip slightly jutting out as she assesses herself.

“I was going for a run this morning, uh, the same path you were on I’m assuming, and I saw you trip. You hit your head pretty hard, so I carried you back here, I hope that’s alright.”

“You…you carried me all that way?”

“You’re not exactly heavy.” He mutters, and her cheeks grow red. “Here, uh, do you want some aspirin?”

“Yeah, thanks.” She takes the two pills out of his palm and the water bottle. “My head really hurts.” She looks down at her ankle. “Do you make this splint?”

“I didn’t know if you twisted it or sprained it, so I thought it would be good as a precautionary measure. I think you caught it on a tree root.”

“I’m usually a lot more careful than that…I’m sorry if I troubled you, or ruined your run.”

“You didn’t.” He smiles. “I’m just glad you’re okay, Y/N.”

She gazes at him. Before she can speak his door flies open.

“Harry.” Louis says. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Hey, mate, thanks for knocking.” Harry grits his teeth.

“I need to speak with you and Niall, so take your friend home, now.” He leaves and slams the door shut. Harry sighs heavily and looks at her.

“Sorry about him, he, uh, gets uptight about house rules. Niall probably left the milk out overnight or something.” Harry shrugs. He could feel her worry radiating off her.

“It’s okay…you don’t have to take me home I should be able to make it.” She swings her legs over the side of the bed, and uses his shoulder to help her stand. She winces once her bad foot hits the ground.

“It’s really no problem. I’d feel better knowing you got back okay.”

“You’ve done enough, Harry.” She winces again as she takes a step. Maybe he should have taken more of her pain away. Now he feels guilty.

“I could give you a piggy back ride.” Her eyebrows raise at him. “Would you like that?” He chuckles.

“I…you’d really carry me all the way to my apartment?”

“It’s a flat, darling, we’re not in America.” He rolls his eyes and her face flushes at the term of endearment used so condescendingly. “And yeah, I’d carry you. I bet you’re not even that far away, c’mon.” He wraps his arm around her wrist to get her to stand behind him as he squats. She climbs onto his broad back and he lifts her effortlessly. “Light as a feather, you are. Now, where do you live?” He asks as he takes her out of his room and down the stairs.

“24D…Pine Street.”

“Pine’s barely a block away from here.” He looks over his shoulder and smiles at her on the way out.

“Won’t we look funny like this?” She nearly whispers as he carries her down the street.

“Nah, we probably just look like a proper couple. I’ve got no problem with that…do you?”

“No.” She rests her chin on his shoulder. She inhales some of his cologne and she likes what she smells. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but he just smelled really good to her. “You’re a proper cutie, Harry.”

“Look at you using our slang.” He chuckles. “I am pretty cute, huh?”

“Try being humble, hm?” She nudges the top of his head and it makes him laugh.

His grip on her tightens when they reach the front steps of her flat.

“Hand me your key.”

“I can make it from here.”

“I have to make sure you get inside okay.”

“I will, Harry. I…I’d like to run myself a bath, and I don’t need you there for that.”

“You don’t? Too bad, I’m an excellent bath buddy.”

“Put me down.” She says with a shaky voice, and he smirks. He gently lets her down to her feet and he turns to look at her. “Thank you for being so kind…”

“Do you often run alone?”

“Yeah, my roommates don’t really like it. I don’t blame them, running’s the actual worst, but I don’t really like lifting weights much, so it’s the lesser of two evils for me.”

“Text me sometime, I’d go running with you.” He fishes his phone out of his pocket and hands it to her.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He smiles. “We could be two proper cuties out running together.”

“Mhm, okay.” She scoffs as she puts her number in his phone and texts herself. She hands it back to him.

“I mean it, you’re very cute.” She rolls her eyes at him. “You are! Especially in calc when your brows are all furrowed when you’re concentrating.” He steps a little closer to her. “You get this very serious pout on your face, it’s adorable.”

“Why…why are you watching me in class, and not paying attention?”

“You’re distracting.” It wasn’t a lie, and it wasn’t meant to be sexist. He wasn’t a little boy getting a stuffy from a bra strap, but she always smelled so good, and anytime she moved he’d get a fresh whiff of her. She looks down at her tattered sneakers and then back to him. She felt like she could easily get lost in his eyes. “Will you let me know later how you’re feeling?”

“Yes.” He nods at that and starts walks down her steps as she keys into her flat. “Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m…working later if you wanna come by the café.”

He grins at her and turns to keep walking. She takes a deep breath as she gets inside. She had a lot of squealing to do with her roommates.

//

“Tell me again why you thought it would be a good idea to leave Harry, of all people, in the woods naked? I know you’re bored because you’re not allowed to be on the football team, I’m bored too, but that doesn’t mean you can prank him like that.” Louis was scary when he got mad at the boys. He didn’t yell, but you could hear the clear disappointment in his voice, and that was ten times worse. “Well? I’m waiting for an answer, Niall.”

“I guess I wasn’t really thinking.” He mumbles as he sits with Harry on the couch. The two of them looked like little puppies being scolded for shitting on the rug.

“No, you weren’t.” Louis huffs. “And you.” He looks at Harry. “You thought helping a girl, while naked, was an equally good idea?”

“I couldn’t just leave her there!”

“I know you couldn’t.” Louis sighs. “You just shouldn’t have been left alone. We’ve been lucky at this school so far, I’d like to keep things as easy going as they are. You brought a total stranger here.”

“She’s not a total stranger.” Harry mumbles as he twiddles his thumbs. “She’s that girl I’ve been crushing on from the bookstore, and she also happens to be in my calc class…so I know her.”

“We don’t know if she’s harmless or not.” Louis says.

“Looked pretty harmless when Harry carried her in like a limp noodle.” Niall chuckles, and Louis shoots daggers at him, getting him to shut up.

“Did she question anything?” Louis asks.

“No…I didn’t heal her fully so she wouldn’t be suspicious.” He runs a hand through her hair. “I had to help her, she smells to fucking good to not help.”

“You’ve mentioned that a couple of times, but I’m not smelling it.” Niall says. “Smells like any other regular person.”

“It’s because he likes her. You know how it is for us, we really like the way a person smells when we really like them. It proves the attraction.” Louis sits down on the coffee table in front of them.

“And I know she likes me back.” Harry says proudly.

“Yeah? How?” Niall inquires.

“Well, not only did she tell me I was cute, but she gets aroused around me all the time, especially today when I took her home. I could smell it. I’ve been trying to be careful and not act on anything, but I don’t think I can do that anymore.”

“No one ever said you couldn’t date.” Louis says. “You just need to be careful. You know how easily you lot can get attached.”

“I’m fully aware.” Harry rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry, I won’t be going out into the woods to fetch her a dead rabbit.”

//

Harry started coming by the bookstore even more after that. Y/N had told her friends what happened, that basically Harry was her knight in shining armor. She got excited every time he’d walk into the bookstore. Even if it wasn’t a shift where she was making coffee, she’d make his for him. A flirty friendship had started to form between the two of them. Sometimes he’d come at the end of her shift so he could walk her home, or they’d go grab a bite to eat. She wondered why the most they had done is hold hands, but she didn’t mind that he was taking things slow with her, it was actually a breath of fresh air. And the antics they’d get into in class…he’d pass her notes, actual notes! Sometimes they’d do homework together too. He was slowly swallowing her whole, and she didn’t mind one bit.

“Hello, love.” He says to her as her shift is ending.

“Hi, Harry.” She smiles. “How was your day?”

“Good, better now.” He sighs with a smile and she blushes.

“I just need to take care of some things in the back, and change.”

“Alright, I thought you could come over for a movie tonight. I could order us some food and we can just hang out.”

“I’d like that.” She smiles and goes into the backroom. About ten minutes later she comes out good to go. “Could we watch something with a Halloween vibe? Nothing too scary, of course.”

“Sure.” He loops his arm through hers and she giggles as they leave the bookstore. “You’re into Halloween and all that?”

“Into it? I love it! We decorated our flat yesterday with a ton of Halloween stuff. You’re not a fan?”

“No, I don’t mind it.” He shrugs. “Just think people can get carried away with their costumes sometimes.”

“I agree, some people ruin it for everyone else. I don’t like the scary aspects of it, like, you won’t catch me at a haunted house.”

“Oh, but I’d protect you, Y/N.” He smiles down at her and she blushes.

He gets her inside and he tells her to go up to his room, and to get comfortable. Louis always preferred if they hung out that Harry brought her over, so she was no stranger to their place now. He grabs some menus from the kitchen and meets her upstairs.

“What are you in the mood for?” He asks her. “Chinese, Italian…?” He furrows his brows at the menus as he looks over his options.

“You pick, I’m fine with whatever.” She says.

“Chinese then, do you like dumplings and stuff like that?”

“Yup.”

“Brilliant.” He sits down next to her and grabs his laptop so he can order everything online. He sets it on his desk, and turns his TV on. He sits up against his headboard and so does she. “Here.” He hands her the remote. “You can pick the movie, babe.”

Her heart fluttered every time he called her that. It was just like any other term of endearment, but she still really liked it.

“Hmm…” She flips on Netflix to look over her options. “Oh! What about Teen Wolf, the old one with Michael J. Fox?”

“Uh, that’s a little unrealistic, don’t you think?”

“Well…duh, it’s about a werewolf.” She scoffs. “The whole thing is unrealistic.”

“I just mean, um, oh, look…Hocus Pocus, now that’s a classic.”

“You’re absolutely right. Way better choice.” She hits play and he sighs with relief. “Besides, the show Teen Wolf is way better. I mean, the first two to three seasons were good, and then it just got really bad, but it was still fun.”

“Are you, like, a wolf fanatic or something?”

“No.” She laughs. “It was on MTV when I was younger and it was fun to watch.” She shrugs and looks up at him. “Don’t worry, I think you’re much cuter than the actors on the show.”

“You do, huh?” He puts an arm around her and she cozies up to him. “Good to know.”

She lets her arm fall on his waist as she gets comfortable, and her leg even goes over one of his. It was a proper Netflix & Chill and neither of them had any problem with it. About thirty minutes into the movie, there’s a knock on the door downstairs.

“That’s our food, I’ll be right back.” He pauses the movie and gets up.

“Do you wanna eat downstairs? I’d feel bad about making a mess up here.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s fine.” He chuckles and goes downstairs. He returns shortly with the food. “Alright, I got dumplings, sushi, egg rolls, rice, noodles, and veggies.”

“It smells so good.” She licks her lips and opens the sushi first, popping a piece into her mouth. “Which one’s your favorite?”

“The dumplings.” He mutters as he bites into one.

Eating a dumpling satisfied the more primal side of Harry. It was plump and juicy, like a small animal that he might be ravenous for on a full moon while he’s shifted.

“I like them a lot too.” She takes one and bites into it. She grabs a napkin to dab the corners of her mouth. “Mm, so good.”

“Want some water?”

“Please.”

He grabs her a bottle from the case he keeps in his closet. They eat a bit more while watching the movie, and then Harry puts everything away downstairs so they can go back to cuddling. He pops a piece of gum into his mouth, and offers her some as well.

“We’re gonna have a Halloween party, by the way.” She says to him.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, would you maybe wanna come? Niall and Louis can come too.”

“We usually lay low on Halloween…lot of freaks come out that night, you know?”

“Please?” She pouts. “I have a really cute costume planned, and I want you to see it.”

“What is it?” He blushes.

“I can’t give it away, then you won’t be surprised.” She boops his nose and he smiles.

“I’ll…I’ll ask them to see if they wanna go.”

“Great.” In a bold move she kisses his cheek. His eyes widen as he looks at her.

“C’mere.” He says, and pulls her onto his lap. She straddles him and wraps her arms around his neck. “I like you a lot, you know that, right?” He tucks some hair behind her ear.

“I think so.” She says shyly. “I like you a lot too, Harry.”

“Can I kiss you?”

She nods yes, and he cups her cheek with one of his hands while the other grips her hip. He presses his lips to hers, and her eyes flutter closed. Her hands slide into his hair and he tugs her closer. His fingers dig into the skin between her shirt and pants. Their lips move along each other’s. Her lips were so incredibly soft, he just want to-

“Mmph!” She grunts as he bites down on her bottom lip and sucks on it.

Harry had learned a lot of restraint over the years, so he didn’t need to worry about his teeth growing sharper or his nails growing longer, or even shifting slightly. He just needed to keep his breathing steady. She seems to like what he’s doing because she doesn’t tell him to stop. In fact, she rolls her hips down on his and tugs at his hair harder. She opens her mouth slightly, and he takes it as a signal that he can lick into her. His tongue swirls around hers, and she moans again. Her breasts press against his chest, and she continues to grind against him.

She tugs his head back to get some air and she moves to kiss on his neck. She mouths and licks over the area just under his earlobe, and his hands squeeze at her hips.

“Y/N.” He breathes. “It’s getting late, do you wanna spend the night?” She pauses her actions and nods yes against his neck, causing him to chuckle.

“What, um…” She moves to look at him. “What do you feel like doing? Do you wanna stop?”

“Do you?”

“N-no, but I feel like we should. I really do like you, and I don’t wanna mess anything up by moving too fast.”

“I feel the same way.” He smiles. “Want something of mine to wear to sleep?”

“Yeah.” She smiles. He pecks her lips again before she moves off him.

Harry grabs her a tee shirt and a pair of boxers. He also gets her a spare tooth brush, and off to the bathroom she goes. She gasps when she sees Louis waiting in the hallway when she’s done.

“Spending the night, pet?” He asks her.

“Y-yeah, is that alright?”

“Course it is.” He smiles. “You know you’re welcome here.”

“Thanks, well, goodnight.” She smiles and makes her way back to Harry’s room.

“I knew you’d look cute in my clothes, but wow.” He blushes.

“Oh.” She blushes too. “Thanks.” She looks him up and down. “You’re gonna wear sweats to bed?”

“I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Don’t be silly, you’ll sweat buckets if you stay like that. Sleep how you normally do.” She says as she slips into his bed.

“Can’t do that…”

“Why not?”

“Because I usually sleep naked.”

“M-maybe just your boxers?”

“You’d be okay with that?” She nods yes at him. “I’m just gonna go use the loo. I’ll be back.” Harry washes up quickly, and then turns the light off when he comes back in. He takes his clothes off, staying in his boxers, and then he gets into bed with Y/N. “Did you let the girls know you’re staying here?”

“Mhm.”

They both slide down and face each other. He slots a leg between hers and rubs at her side and back. Harry really liked being petted on, so he figured other people did too. He never got any complaints, anyways. She sighs slightly and moves closer to him. She nuzzles her face into his chest and she realizes it’s bare. It was pitch black in the room, so she couldn’t see any of his tattoos. He pets on her until she falls asleep. His eyes flutter closed, and he falls asleep holding her.

//

The next morning Y/N wakes up with an immense amount of pressure on her bladder. She was laying on her back, she never slept like that, and she couldn’t physically see Harry. She hears snoring from under the covers, so she pulls the blankets back to see Harry’s head in her lap, and his body wrapped around the rest of hers. It was a little bizarre, but not the weirdest way she had ever woken up with someone. She doesn’t want to startle him so she runs her fingers through his hair and scratches at his head. His hold on her thigh tightens and his eyes flutter open. He looks up at her dreamily, like a puppy, and then he flinches when he realizes his head is in her crotch.

“Jesus, I’m so sorry.” He says as he sits up and knuckles at his eyes. “I have zero idea how I ended up like that.” A lie, but he couldn’t very well tell her the truth.

“It’s okay! I just really need to pee.” She giggles and climbs over him to get up. “Be back in a second.”

Harry takes a deep, and gets dressed in some joggers and a sweatshirt as he waits for her. She comes back in, feeling much fresher, and smiles at him. Harry uses the bathroom next and walks in on her just getting her clothes back on.

“Do you mind if I keep the boxers?” She says as she zips up her jeans. “Men’s underwear is so much more comfortable.”

“Consider them yours.” He smiles and wraps his arms around her waist. She presses her hands to his chest. “I’m glad you stayed over. Can I make you breakfast?”

“I’d like that, but I have to get back to my place so I can shower before my shift in a couple of hours.” She bites her bottom lip. “But another time for sure.”

Harry nods, and walks her down the stairs to the front door. She kisses him goodbye, and he watches her walk away. He desperately wanted to go to her Halloween party, but he knew it would be tough convincing Louis.

“Hey.” Harry stands in Louis’ bedroom doorway.

“How was your night?”

“Good, Y/N just left.” Louis nods at that. “She invited us all to a party at the end of the month.” He mumbles.

“Oh, yeah? That was nice of her. When exactly?”

“Halloween.”

“Very funny.”

“C’mon, Lou, what better night of the year to blend in.”

“The hunters could be feeling the same exact way, Harry!”

“It’s not like we’d be party hopping.” Harry whines. “We could go, make an appearance, and then leave.”

“I think it’s a great idea.” Niall chimes in as he heard the conversation. “We could wear costumes that have masks or face coverings so we’re not as obvious.”

“What do you propose?” Louis asks. “The three fucking musketeers? The Justice League?”

“Well, we’d all look fabulous in spandex, so I’d be cool with that.” Harry smirks.

“No.” Louis shakes his head. “I’ll need to be able to see your faces. I’ll go as David Beckham.”

“Wait, you’re serious….we can go?!” Harry asks excitedly.

“We could use some fun.” Louis sighs. “And I know you really like this girl, and we’ve all started to trust her. She’s no threat. We can go for an hour, at the beginning of the night, and then we’re out of there.”

“Thank you!” Harry throws his arms around his friend. “I can’t wait to tell her.”

“Is she your girlfriend now?” Niall asks.

“I don’t know what we are. We only made out last night, I didn’t wanna take it too far in case I lost control. I didn’t think I would, but I could tell I was really fighting to keep my teeth from shifting. She smells so fucking good, I woke up with my head in her lap.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I feel really comfortable around her, you know?”

“Could you not be so stereotypical?” Louis smirks.

“Yeah, it’s literally puppy love.” Niall chuckles.

“Don’t make fun of me.” Harry pouts. “She doesn’t know that I know, but she sprinkles a little cinnamon into my coffee, literally giving me a treat. I’ll gladly be her puppy.”

//

Louis dresses as David Beckham, Niall dresses as a basketball player, and Harry dresses as Zorro, but without the mask, Louis wouldn’t let him. They all walk in, and plenty of people are there already. Harry scans the room and his jaw drops. Y/N was standing in front of a tapestry on the wall taking pictures with her roommates. The three of them were dressed like bunnies, classic 1960’s playboy bunnies. His mouth waters, she looked good enough to eat.

“How nice of her to dress as your favorite snack.” Louis nudges him. “Have fun.”

Y/N giggles as she looks at that photos. She turns in Harry’s direction and beams at him. They make their way to each other through the crowd of people.

“You made it!” She throws her arms around his neck and kisses his cheek, leaving a nice, red lipstick mark behind. “You look so hot like this.” She looks him up and down. “Doesn’t Zorro wear a mask?”

“Lou wanted to be able to find me easily.” He smiles nervously. “And…if anyone looks hot it’s you, I…this is the last thing I’d expect you to be wearing.”

“They were on sale at the costume store.” She blushes. “And the accessories were easy enough to find. We figured it would be fine to dress a little skimpier since we’re not leaving here.”

He circles around her, like he was checking out his prey, and he nearly loses it at the sight of the cotton tail at the base of her spine, never mind how perfect her ass looks with the nylons she’s wearing. He thinks of the thong she must be wearing.

“You’re not even revealing that much.” He clears his throat. “Still plenty left to the imagination.”

“Mm, well…” She tugs at the open collar of his shirt. “Hopefully not for long.” She says against his lips and then backs away. She smirks and walks away from him as his mouth falls open. He was a little shocked she’d deprive him of a kiss.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He walks after her.

“I need to mingle with all my guests, and be a good hostess, don’t I?” She raises an eyebrow at him. “Go on and have something to drink, Zorro.” She winks at him.

“Sure thing, Bunny Rabbit.”

She giggles and continues to walk away from him. Harry didn’t want to seem clingy, so he lets her go about the party, being a good little hostess with her roommates. He, Niall, and Louis all sip on the same drink to keep up appearances. Alcohol and drugs had zero effect on them, which at times was extremely annoying, but for the most part it was fine. They needed to keep their wits about them anyways. Y/N eventually finds her way to Harry, keeping her arm snaked around his waist. She felt special to have him as her guest. He was so fucking handsome, and she knew there were people looking at him, wishing they were the ones standing with him. His arm was draped around her shoulders, his thumb rubbing at her bare shoulder. She almost wanted to pull him upstairs, but she wasn’t the type to do that at a party. No, it could wait until everyone left, when they’d have a little more privacy.

“Hey.” She says to him, and he looks down at her. “I need to go use the ladies room, could you hold onto my drink?”

“Course, love.” He kisses her temple and off she goes with her heart fluttering.

After she’s done in the bathroom, which takes ten fucking minutes because the costume was impossible to get on and off, she makes her way through the party. She gets the distinctive whiff of weed coming from outside. She groans, and steps out and sees a group of people passing a blunt around.

“Guys, not to be a party pooper, but you can’t do that here…”

The group makes an annoyed noise, but they listen to her. Suddenly, she’s alone outside, and she realizes how fucking cold it was. She shivers, and moves to go back inside…

//

“Talia, have you seen Y/N?” Harry asks her. “She went to the bathroom twenty minutes ago, but she’s not in there now.”

“How do you know?” Talia slurs.

“Because Niall just fucked some girl in the bathroom, that’s how I know.” Harry says bluntly.

“Oh, then I don’t know.” She shrugs. “Maybe she went up to her room. You can go check if you want, she’s been dying to get you alone in there all night.”

“She has?” He perks up.

“Duh.” She rolls her eyes. “She’s crazy about you, mate.” She walks away from him.

Concern washes over his face because he knows she’s not in the building. He’d be able to feel her heart, he’d be able to smell her, but he can’t. He finds a freshly fucked Niall, and Louis and tugs them both into a corner.

“I think something’s happened to Y/N.”

“What do you mean?” Louis says.

“She’s not here anymore. She wouldn’t have just left without telling me, she had me hold her drink…she clearly thought she was coming right back.”

“I can feel how worried you are.” Niall sighs. “Do you think she might have gone outside for any reason?”

“No idea, but we could check it out.” Harry says, and they all make their way through the flat, and out the back door. All of their eyes glow red so they can see outside better. Harry takes a whiff, and his head snaps to the left. “Over there, there’s something…an object…” He runs towards it and the boys follow. It was one of he her heels. “Oh, no.” He picks it up and nearly wants to cry.

“Don’t worry, Harry, we’ll find her.” Louis takes the shoe and sniffs it to get her scent, as does Niall. “Hunters may have taken her to get to you, so we need to be smart about this. No fucking around, and no full shifting. Claws and fangs at best.”

“I don’t understand hunters.” Niall says. “If they just got to know us they’d see we’re not dangerous in the slightest.”

“We used to be.” Harry says. “But you can brush up on your history later, right now there’s a girl in the woods dressed like a bunny that we need to go rescue. Poor thing’s probably freezing.”

//

There Y/N was, cold, annoyed, and tied to a tree. She had tried to scream, but someone put their hand over her mouth. They dragged her out into the woods, and she lost one of her shoes. They were awfully expensive too. There were a few people with guns standing near her, and two others pacing around. She had zero idea what they wanted with her. She had cried out of fear, but she was quiet now.

“C-could I at least have a sweater or a blanket? F-fucking freezing out here.” She stutters through her sentence. “Not exactly dr-dressed for this sort of thing.”

“Be quiet, or we’ll gag you.” A man with a gruff voice says to her.

“G-gonna have to buy me d-dinner first if you wanna do that.” She musters up the energy to smirk, and a woman comes over to her with duct tape. She slaps it over her mouth.

“There.” The woman says. “Keep warm with that.”

Y/N tries wiggling her toes and fingers to keep her circulation going. It was only a matter of time until hypothermia would kick in, and she knew that.

“Where are they, hm? Bumbling idiots.” A man says to the woman.

“Maybe Harry doesn’t care about the bitch as much as we thought.” The woman shrugs.

Harry growls lowly when he hears that. He, Louis, and Niall had found the spot the hunters were keeping Y/N easily.

“How many total?” Harry asks.

“Ten.” Louis says. “Keep your emotions at bay. They may be willing to kill, but we can’t do that. Niall and I will knock out as many as we can, and then call for backup. You focus on getting Y/N out of there. Bring her back to our place, and give her something to fall asleep. Then in the morning tell her she was drunk and had a bad dream.”

Harry nods. All of their teeth and claws were out, but nothing more. He knew he had to look scary like this, but he couldn’t worry about it right now. The girl who he was seriously falling for was tied to a fucking tree. Her shoe fell off, but her bunny ears had managed to stay on, although they were a little dented now. The three take a deep breath, and jump up nimbly into the trees. Harry slips down the tree she’s tied to, and cuts through the ropes easily with his claws.

She looks down at herself as she feels the ropes loosen, but she stays put not wanting to bring attention to herself. Y/N sees two figures moves swiftly, knocking the various people around her over. They evade the bullets being shot at them (the guns have silencers). She has no idea what’s happening. The men around her suddenly fall, and she gasps. A figure with a broad back picks them up effortlessly and tosses them into a pile of other people. He turns to look at Y/N and her eyes widen.

“I’ll explain everything later, I promise.” His voice was deeper, and she felt sedated. “Need to get you out of here, trust me?” She nods quickly, and he wastes no time picking her up bridal style, he claws digging into the meat of her thigh, and he jumps up in the trees.

She felt like she was on a roller coaster ride as she clings to him. She didn’t know a person could move so fast, but clearly Harry wasn’t an ordinary person. He was a thing she had only seen on TV or read myths about. Once he gets her inside his flat, he retracts his fangs and claws, and his eyes turn green once more. He carries her up to his bathroom and sets her down on the sink counter.

“This is probably gonna hurt.” He says as he starts to tug on the tape covering her mouth. She nods and closes her eyes. She squeaks out a noise as he rips it off. “Took it like a champ, babe.” He rubs his hands up and down her arms and shoulders.

“Been getting my lip waxed for years, that was nothing.” She breathes.

He looks her up and down. Her nylons were all ripped up, and she had dirt all over her. Did they fucking drag her? He growls angrily just thinking about it.

“I found your other shoe.” He takes it out of his pocket, and she nearly melts. “Did they hurt you?”

“They dragged me through the woods, and slammed me against the tree when they tied me up.” She pouts. “Almost knocked the wind out of me, but I’m okay.”

“I can make you feel better.” He cups her cheek. “But I need to draw you a bath in order to do it. You’re freezing anyways, so it’s a good idea all around.” He moves to turn the water on, and he grabs some bottles from the linen closet.

“Harry…”

“Yeah?” He doesn’t look at her as he sprinkles whatever’s in the bottles into the warm water.

“Who were they? What did they want with you?”

“They either wanted to kill me, or take me as a prisoner.” He turns to look at her. He takes his jacket and shirt off, and her eyes widen. “M’not getting in with you, I just need to mix it all together once the tub’s full, and I don’t wanna get my clothes soaked.” He defends himself.

“No, I just…you have so many tattoos. I didn’t notice it the other night when we slept.”

“It’s really not a lot, Lou has way more.” He bends down to take her other heel off, and he puts the shoes together neatly on the floor. He stands back up and grabs at the bunny ears. “You’ll wear these again for me sometime, yeah? Be a shame if you didn’t.” She nods at him and he sets them down on the counter. “Good, bunnies are my favorite.”

“Your favorite what?”

“Snack.” He says as he grips her hips, helping her hop off the counter.

“Right.” She swallows, and her eyes rim with tears.

“What’s wrong?” He asks as he turns the water off in the tub and starts mixing everything.

“Are…are you going to kill me?”

“Now, why would I offer to make you feel better and then turn around and kill you?”

“I don’t know! Nothing’s exactly clear, Harry!”

“Okay, be cool, yeah?” He stands up straight. “There’s no reason to freak out.”

“No reason to freak out?! I was just taken from my own home, tied to a fucking tree, and then you come and you have these big teeth and these talons, and…shit, I need to text my roommates and let them know I’m okay. Or, maybe that I’m not okay…”

“They’re claws, not talons. I’m not a bloody chicken.”

“What are you then, hm?” She puts her hands on her hips.

“I’m a person, same as you.”

“My eyes don’t glow red, Harry.”

“They could, maybe you’re just not trying hard enough.” She makes an exasperated noise at him, and motions that she’s going to leave. “Okay, okay…I…I’m a werewolf. I was born this way, I wasn’t turned, but a lot of us these days are. The hunters want me because I’m a healer, and I come from a family of healers. They must have caught wind that I go to school here, and they must have noticed that we’ve been hanging out so…to get to me they took you. I feel absolutely terrible about it because the last thing I would ever want to do is put you in any danger. It’s why I barely spoke to you last year. I didn’t want you getting dragged into all this, and here you are now…literally being dragged into it.” He huffs.

“Great, so now I can add bestiality to the list of things that are wrong with me.” She shakes her head, more so saying it to herself. She looks at him. “I’m in a lot of pain, so I’m going to disregard a lot of what you just said, I’m going to not ask any more questions, and I’m going to chalk this up to being an extremely elaborate Halloween prank or something.”

“It’s not a prank, Y/N. I know it’s a lot to take in, I’m so sorry.” He shakes his head. “And being with a werewolf doesn’t make you into bestiality.” He chuckles softly. “You saw me out there, I didn’t grow any extra hair, my ears didn’t get all long and pointy, and I’m pretty sure you’re the only one with a tail on tonight. It’s not like what you think, we blend in really easily. I can shift so I can look like what you may have seen, but it’s rather uncomfortable and unnecessary.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Are you scared?”

“Yes.”

“Of me?”

“No.” He sighs with relief at that. “I’m scared that they’re going to take me again.”

“They won’t.”

“How do you know?”

“Because…we have ways of protecting ourselves and others. I have something I can give you to keep you safe.”

“Like what?”

“I…I have to bite off one of my claws, and put it on chain for you to wear.” She grimaces at him. “Don’t worry, I’ll do it in the morning, and it’ll grow back. I can even paint it a nice color, I have some nail polish.”

“Wonderful.”

“C’mon, the bath is gonna get cold. I’ll step out so you can get in, and-“

“I want you to stay in here with me.”

“I’ll come back, I just wanna give you some privacy.”

“I need you to unzip the back of this stupid thing for me first.”

She turns around and sighs heavily. She looks at herself in the mirror, and is shocked at how fucked up she looks. Her mascara had run down her face, and her bunny nose and whiskers that she painted on had smeared.

“Do…do you have any face-cloths?” She mumbles.

“Yeah, babe.”

He steps over to the linen closet after unzipping her. He hands her a blue cloth and steps out of the bathroom. He hears the front door open and close, and races downstairs to Louis and Niall.

“Cleaned up and taken care of.” Niall says. “I need a shower.”

“Y/N’s getting into the tub. I ran her a bubble bath so I could heal her.”

“I told you to put her to sleep.” Louis grits his teeth. “I really don’t like it when you don’t listen, Harry.”

“M’sorry, she…she just looked so scared, and I couldn’t lie to her. We can talk to her in morning, can’t we? It’s not like she’s the first regular person to get involved with a werewolf.”

“True, but you should really have ran this by your mum first. She’s not gonna be happy.” Louis says.

“I’ll deal with her in the morning too. Let me go tend to my bunny, yeah?”

He goes back upstairs, and taps on the door before entering. She was in the water, covered by the bubbles. She had pulled her hair up into a bun on the top of her head. He sits down on the toilet and faces her.

“I need to stick my hand in.”

“Excuse me?” Her eyebrows raise at him.

“To make what I put in work, I have to stick my hand in the water.”

“Alright.”

He leans forward, and dips his hand into the warm water. His eyes glow red, and she feels every cut and bruise on her body disappear. She feels better than she had before the night even started.

“Holy shit.” She breathes as he takes his hand out of the water.

“How’s the temperature, still warm enough?”

“Yeah…it’s…it’s perfect.” He nods at her and she sighs heavily. “So, you could literally rip me to shreds, and you’re choosing not to?”

“Why is it your first instinct that I’m going to kill you? It’s what the hunters think too, and it’s just not the case, love. Especially with my breed. Healers don’t like hurting others, even in defense. We’re too empathetic. I wanna keep you safe more than anything.”

“Are there others? Obviously Niall and Louis, but, like, in our classes?”

“Not that I know of. The three of us stick together because we’re all in the same large pack. Our three families came together for safety. Other packs just tend to leave others alone, you know?”

“No, I don’t know.” She snaps.

“I never meant to put you in danger, Y/N.”

“Do you have a towel for me, I’d like to get out now.”

He sighs and gets up. He grabs her a fresh towel, and hands it to her. He turns around so she can stand and wrap it around herself. She steps out of the tub and looks up at him. She groans and presses her forehead into his chest.

“I can feel how conflicted you are.” He says as he wraps his arms around her.

“Must be nice to just sense how someone’s feeling.” She scoffs as she nuzzles into him. A thought occurs to her and she looks up at him. “Is that why you curled up with me the way you did that night? Like…are you more dog than person when you’re sleeping?”

“Wolf, I’m not a fucking dog. And…I don’t really know. Sometimes we can do that when we feel really safe with someone.”

“You feel safe with me?” Her eyes widen.

“Well…yeah. And you always smell so good.” He mutters as his hands splay on her back, pulling her closer to him.

“I…I think you smell good too.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, but I can never quite put my finger on what cologne you’re wearing.”

“I don’t wear cologne.”

“What?!”

“It would fuck with my natural scent too much. I have to wear a scentless deodorant even.”

“So…you just naturally smell good?”

“I…” He thinks for a moment. He had read about this before, and from what Louis and Niall said about not being able to smell anything particularly special about her, some things were starting to connect. “Let’s go to my room, Niall said he needed to shower.”

She nods, and he grabs all of her clothes as they make their way down the hall. She sits down on his bed, after he sets her things down on his desk. Her eyes scan over the broadness of his back, and how his muscles flex while he digs through his dresser. She clamps her legs together after shaking her hair out of its bun. He stands up straight after getting a whiff of her. She was turned on? He turns to look at her.

“What?”

“Nothing, here, you can wear these.” He tosses her some boxers and a shirt.

“What if I wanna be like you and sleep naked?”

“Y/N, it’s late and-“

“That bath gave me a second wind.”

Harry wasn’t doing anything in particular, but healers had a way of bringing out confidence and truths out in others. Especially when they seemed to be this connected. They could be soulmates for all he knows, but he doesn’t want to say that and scare her off.

She stands up and walks towards him, reaching around for her bunny ears, and putting them on. She smirks at as he swallows.

“You’re really okay with all of this?” He puts his hands on her shoulders.

“I know I wanna be with you. Maybe I shouldn’t want that, but I do. I…I don’t think I could stay away from you even if I wanted to.”

“I feel the same way.”

“Is…is someone going to tell us we can’t see each other anymore?”

“No.” He scoffs. “I’m like a prince, no one tells me who I can and can’t see.”

“Good, because…” She presses her hands to his chest and lets her towel fall. “I got all dressed up tonight because I wanted to look cute for you, and I’m really sad it all went to waste.”

“It didn’t.”

He cups her cheeks and presses his lips to hers in a searing kiss. He backs her up against his bed, and lays her down. He gets his pants off, and climbs on top of her. . She wraps her legs around his waist and he grinds his clothed dick against her. She groans and scratches her nails down his back. He kisses down her body, and looks up at her to make sure it’s alright before he dives in. She nods frantically, and he goes for it. He licks all around her folds, essentially making out with her other lips, and then he sucks on her clit. Her hands fly to his hair, and she tugs harshly. He moans against her, and her mouth falls open. Her hips buck up towards his mouth. He thought she tasted so fucking good. He was nose deep, moving his face from side to side, and she loses it. He licks her clean and pops his head up.

“Holy shit.” She breathes. He chuckles and gets his boxers off. He moves to sit up against the headboard. His tip was leaking for her. “Are…are you that big because of the wolf thing, or…?”

“Nah, that’s just good genetics, love.” He grins. “C’mere, bunny rabbit, come bounce on my cock for me.” Her mouth falls open and does as he says quickly. She swings her leg over his lap, and lines him up with her. “Wait, uh, do you, like, want me to use a condom, or-“

“M’on the pill, it’s fine.” She smiles at him and he nods. “Thanks for asking, though.” The head of his cock pushes inside her and she bites down on his shoulder as she takes him deeper, inch by inch. She lets out a puff of air once he’s all the way. She looks up at him with big eyes. “Will you help me?”

He bites down on her bottom lip as he moves her up and down on his hard dick. She was so snug around him, he was starting to lose control a little. His claws grow and he scratches at her love handles. She gasps into his mouth.

“Shit, sorry, I-“

“No, it feels good, it’s okay.” She smiles and moves around in a circle on him.

“Here I was thinking you were this innocent little thing.” He smirks and runs his nails down her back. Her head rolls backwards and he notices goosebumps raise on her skin.

“I usually am, but you’re bringing something out of me.”

“Do you feel good?” He asks as he nibbles on her neck.

“Yeah, really good.” She bounces faster up and down on him. “I’ve wanted this for a while.”

“Me too.”

He slots his mouth over hers, and licks into her. She moans into him. This is exactly what they both needed right now. He retracts his claws and before she has a second to protest he snakes a hand between them to rub her clit.

“Oh!” She gasps.

“Gonna make you come again, baby.”

She moans out as she feels it bubbling in her stomach.

“You can come inside me if you want to.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yeah, I really wanna feel it.”

He nods and rubs her faster. She cries out into his neck, and then he bursts inside her. He fills her to the brim, and it has her panting. He kisses her tenderly as she whimpers. He takes the bunny ears off her and tosses them elsewhere before carefully lifting her off of him. He lays her down, and grabs the towel she was using earlier to clean her up.

“Thank you, that’s so sweet.” She says tiredly.

“It’s the least I could, I made a fucking mess inside you.” He chuckles. “There we are, all clean.” He tosses the towel in his hamper and knees back onto the bed. She rolls over onto his chest as he turns the lights off.

“That was really great.” She nuzzles into his neck. “I’ve never felt so confident with someone before.”

“I enjoyed it too.”

“So, do you get, like, animal instincts or urges sometimes? Like, do you ever randomly chase after squirrels, what am I dealing with here?”

“No.” He laughs. “Nothing like that, although I really enjoy getting my head scratched, like, behind my ears like a dog would.” He mumbles the part about the dog. “The only time I would chase after another animal is I’ve fully transformed, and I only do that on full moons. It’s liberating to just run free like that.”

“Will you be able to tell when I’m getting my period, or if I’m on it?”

“Yeah. I have a keen sense of smell. My hearing’s enhanced too.”

“Oh my god.” She sits up a little. “So did they just hear everything?”

“Probably, unless they’re asleep already.” He shrugs. “It’s not a big deal, no need to be embarrassed, alright?”

“Are…are you gonna have to transfer schools since the hunters know you’re here?”

“We shouldn’t need to. We’ll need to see how many of them are here and what not. My mum might send reinforcements if need be. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have fucked you if I thought I wasn’t going to be able to stay.”

“Okay.” She settles back down and he pulls the blankets over them.

“Do you mind if I sort burrow under the blankets again? I could just rest my head on your stomach.”

“Sure.” She smiles and he pecks her lips. He shifts under the blankets, and rests his head just above one of her hips. She mindlessly scratches at his head and he sighs. “Comfy?” She giggles.

“Very.”

//

The next morning Y/N sits comfortably in Harry’s sweats in the kitchen while Niall makes her breakfast. Harry and Louis were on a video call with Anne and Gemma.

“Does it bother you that they’re having you babysit me?” She asks him as he sets a bowl of fruit in front of her. He was making pancakes as well.

“Not at all, love. The conversation doesn’t really concern me. Harry’s talking to his family, and Louis is a pack leader so it makes sense for him to be in on the chat.” He sets a short stack in front of her.

“Thank you.”

“So…” He drums his fingers on the kitchen island. “You know everything?”

“I wouldn’t say everything, but I know the three of you are…a little special.”

“And you’re not scared?”

“The three of you rushed into the woods to save me. I’m more scared of the people who dragged me out with guns on their hips.” They hear a noise from upstairs that sounds like a puppy just got kicked. “Jesus, what was that?”

“Oh…Harry must’ve just ripped out one of his claws.” Niall gives her a soft smile and digs into his own pancakes.

“What will me wearing it do, exactly?”

“Alright, so basically, we’ve got this stuff all around the house that makes it so we can’t be tracked. I can’t really explain it, it’s outside my expertise. You may notice we all smoke a lot of cigarettes?” She nods at him. “They’re not normal cigarettes, they have the same stuff in them. It would kill you if you tried in inhale one, so we give normal people pieces of ourselves and it has the same effect. You’ll need to wear it all the time.”

“It won’t just decompose?”

“No, he has something to put on it so it won’t. It’ll sort of look like a shark tooth or something to the untrained eye.”

Harry and Louis come downstairs. Harry’s face is flushed, and he comes around behind Y/N to clasp the chain with his claw on it.

“I panted it black.” He mutters.

“Are you alright?” She asks as he sits down next to her.

“Yeah, it already grew back, see?” He holds his hand up for her.

“We’ve been given the greenlight from Anne, Harry’s mum.” Louis says as he pops a blueberry into his mouth. “But you need to be sworn to secrecy. You can’t say anything, Y/N.”

“I understand.”

“Do you? Because we’re trying to live normal lives, and-“

“She’s not going to say anything!” Harry slams his hands down on the island. “We literally just spoke with my mother about this for a bloody hour! I trust her, there’s nothing more to it than that!” His fangs peak out, and Louis growls at him.

“Do I need to remind you that male healers are extremely gullible? Or did your mother not drive that point home enough for you up there?”

“I-“

“H-Harry…” She puts her hand on his back and he looks at her. Her heart was racing.

“Oh, baby, we’re scaring you.” His fangs retract and he takes her hand in his. “I’m sorry, we’ll cool it.”

“You’ll need to stay here the rest of the weekend.” Louis says. “It may not be safe for you at your flat.”

“What about roommates.”

“I’m gonna go check on them.” Niall says. “I have a class with Georgie, shouldn’t be too weird.”

“Y/N, have you ever taken any self-defense classes or anything?” Louis asks her.

“No.” The boys all share a look. “Should I?”

“Harry will take you to the boxing gym that he goes to and show you some ways to defend yourself. You should be safe, but you can never be too careful.”

She looks at Harry and smirks at him.

“Wanna get into the ring with me?” She giggles and he giggles too. Louis sighs heavily rolls his eyes.

“I’m gonna take my breakfast to my room.” He grumbles and leaves.

//

Harry started going to the bookstore twice as often, setting up shop there for most of Y/N’s shift. If he could have curled up in her lap and sat on top of her in calculus he would have. Whenever he’d go over to Y/N’s place, he was always laying on top of her. Her hands were in his hair, and sometimes his foot would start shaking if she scratched him just right. He was in heaven. Her roommates, however, saw an extremely clingy and possessive guy taking up all of her time. So, they decide to talk to her about it.

“Guys, I can’t talk long. Harry’s gonna be here soon.” Y/N says as she packs her overnight bag.

“We know, it’s just…we’re a little concerned.” Talia says.

“With what?”

“He literally lives up your asshole.” Georgie says.

“He’s…clingy, but it’s not a bad thing. He gives me my space when I need it.”

“You told him to go home one night and I swear to god I heard him whimper, Y/N, whimper!” Talia says. “Also….he likes to call you ‘bunny’, and I I’m pretty sure that’s a weird BDSM nickname. Like, does he make you wear a collar or some shit, or-“

“Okay.” Y/N laughs. “You are so far off. He calls me bunny because I was dressed like one for Halloween, and sometimes I wear the ears when we have sex, but that’s the extent of it.”

It wasn’t the extent of it, but her friends didn’t need to know when they were feeling especially naughty, they would play a game of big bad wolf. Y/N had hot glues the bunny tail from her costume to a pair of lace panties, and she’d wear a lace bra, and Harry would hide somewhere in his room, and he pop out with his glowing red eyes, his fangs, and his claws. He wouldn’t scare her, it turned her on to see him so forceful. And then…once he “caught” her, she was in charge. She’d ride his dick, and tell him to be good for her while she squeezed and tugged at his curls.

“So, you’re both just a little kinky, but he’s not making you do anything you don’t wanna do, right?” Georgie says.

“Exactly.” Y/N smiles. “Look, I love you guys. I appreciate you looking out for me, I really do. I promise, if anything felt wrong with him I would tell you. We’re in a perfectly healthy relationship.” There’s a knock downstairs, and she slings her bag over her shoulder after getting her jacket on. “That’s him, I have to go.”

She goes downstairs, and opens the front door. She throws her arms around his neck and kisses him before he takes his bag for her. He laces his fingers through her hand.

“How’s my little angel baby?” He asks her and it makes her giggle.

“Good, how are you?”

“Good.” He nods. “Sorry I couldn’t be there during your shift today, I was a little busy with the boys.”

“Oh, it’s no problem. I don’t expect you to be there all the time.”

He gets her into his place, and he can’t stop grinning. She gasps when she sees a folding table set up in the living room, a nice tablecloth on it, and delicious food piled high.

“What is all this?” She says as she walks over to the table. Niall and Louis come out of the kitchen with biscuits and wine.

“You celebrate Thanksgiving right? Not like you can easily go home for that, so we cooked.” Harry says. “We looked up what all the best stuff is.”

“You…you did all of this for me?” They look at each other like they’re the only two people in the room.

“Well…yeah.” He takes her hands in his. “I…I love you, Y/N.”

“Oh, Harry, I love you too!” She throws her arms around him and slots her mouth over his. He groans into his kiss and pulls her closer.

“Ahem.” Niall says. “We’ve got hot food here…so…”

“Right.” Harry clears his throat and steps back from Y/N. “Let’s eat, yeah?”

Everyone enjoys the meal. Y/N giggles as they boys tear into the turkey and pretty much obliterate it. Usually they all had manners, but she thinks seeing the turkey ignited something primal in them. She eats until she’s the happy kind of full, and then she helps clean up. After cuddling on the couch (and making sure to go to the bathroom), Harry and Y/N go up to his room.

“I can’t believe you did all of that for me.” She pouts at him as she sits on his bed. He kneels in front of her and rubs his hands up and down on her thighs.

“Do you wanna do something for me?”

“Anything.”

He grins and pecks her lips as he stands up. He goes into his dresser and grabs a few things, keeping them behind his back.

“I’ve been sort of preparing myself all week for this, and I feel really close to you. These last couple of months have been incredible, and we love each other so…I was wondering how you’d feel about topping me.”

“Harry, I top you all the time.” She giggles.

“No, I mean, like…” He takes a strap and a bottle of lube out from behind his back.

“Oh!” She gasps. “Oh my god…you’ve been putting that up your ass all week?”

“No, I used a butt plug, and I got all cleaned out. Wanna give it a try, bunny?”

“Will you fuck me first?”

“Yes.”

She smiles and nods at him. He eagerly gets his clothes off, and he helps her get out of is.

“I just…l don’t wanna lick you down there like you’ve done to me, is that okay? I’ll use my fingers, but I don’t wanna stick my tongue up your ass.” She says as he kisses on her neck.

“Yeah, that’s fine. It’s why I got so much lube.” He smirks at her. “But you have no problem with me doing it to you, that’s cute.”

“That’s because your tongue works all kinds of magic.”

He growls at her and kisses down her body, getting between her legs. He sucks on her clit while he fingers her, knuckle deep. He throws her legs over his shoulders and relentlessly fucks her with his fingers. She was a heaving mess underneath him. She comes around him, squeezing tightly around his fingers. He takes them out of her and sucks them into his mouth. He takes her hand and sucks two of her fingers into his mouth. She groans watching him.

“Okay, I wanna fuck you now.” She says.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” She bites her bottom lip. “I’m really into it now. I wanna make you feel good.”

He kisses her quickly before grabbing the strap and the lube. He helps her into it, and she gets the lube on her fingers. He lays on his back with his legs spread for her. He had trimmed everything for her, which she greatly appreciated. Harry didn’t always manscape, not that she minded, but he clearly wanted to make things as comfortable as possible for her. She swirls her fingers around his hole and he spreads further apart for her.

“Wish I could have seen you with the butt plug in.” She grunts as she fingers him easily.

“I’ll happily wear it for you any time you want.”

“What made you wanna do this with me?” She asks as he gets the dildo attached to the strap lubed up.

“I’ve always wanted to try it, but I’ve never trusted someone enough.”

“God.” She breathes. “That is so sweet. Okay, I’m gonna start. Make sure to tell me if it hurts or something.”

“I will, go ahead.” He holds his legs back for her and she slowly pushes inside him. He tries to keep his breathing steady as she keeps going. Once she’s all the way in she waits for his signal. “You can move.” He grunts.

She slowly moves out, and then back in. She puts more lube on the dildo to add to his comfort, and then continues. Eventually she’s able to get a pace going, and she wraps her hand around his twitching, hard cock. His head falls back into his pillows and his mouth hangs open.

“Oh! Shit, do that again.” He groans. “Think you hit my g-spot.”

“Here?” She thrusts into him again and his eyes roll back into his head. She bites her bottom lip and she hits the spot over and over while pumping him silly with her hand.

“Feels so fucking good, Y/N.” He was starting to pant. “Will you sit on my face when we’re done? I wanna fuck you with my tongue.”

“Y-yeah, we can do whatever you want.” Her legs were shaking. She was extremely turned on seeing him like this.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, babe!”

She gives him one last good push while he comes into her hand. Some of his gets onto his lower tummy, but he doesn’t seem to care. She licks her palm clean of him, and he moans at the sight. She carefully pulls out of him and gets the strap off.

“Are you sure you wanna-“

“Get up here, now.” He growls at her, and his eyes flash red for a moment.

She didn’t dare fuck with him, so she crawls up his body, and he grips her hips harshly as he licks into her. She gasps, especially from the way he nibbles at her clit. She tugs at his hair as she starts riding his face. He moans against her, loving the way she tastes. She was dripping for him. No one had ever made her this wet before.

“H-Harry.” She moans and he presses her harder against him. “Fuck, oh my god, shit!” She comes on his tongue and he laps her up. He nips at her inner thigh before she gets off him. “W-wow, that was-“

“Wanna take a bath?” He asks, already getting up.

“Sure.” She shrugs. “How are you feeling?”

“Incredible, baby, you did such a good job. What about me? Was I good for you?”

“Yeah, Harry, you were really good.”

If his tail had been out he’d be wagging it. He grabs a couple of towels, and they head to the bathroom. Once the tub is full of bubbles and calming scents, they both get in. Harry sits in front of Y/N so he can rest his head on her shoulder, and so she can play with his hair.

“Are you going home for the holidays?” He asks her, turning slightly to make eye contact.

“Nope, can’t afford it. I just video chatted with my family last year, it was fine, why?”

“Well, how would you like to come to my house for Christmas? My family really wants to meet you, I want you to meet them too, of course.”

“I…I’d love to.”

“And you won’t be the only regular person there either, some of them choose not to be turned.”

“It’s nice everyone’s so cool about it.”

“Love is love.” He shrugs. “So, you really wanna come home with me?” He pouts up at her.

“Of course I do.” She squishes her nose to his. “Sounds like fun.”

“And we can travel a bit too, if you want.”

“I don’t care what we do, I’m just happy to spend time with you, Harry.”

He smiles and pecks her lips. After they get out they towel off, and go back into his room. They get cozy in his bed with his head laying on her chest.

“Do your parents know about me?” He asks as he fondles one of her breasts.

“Yes.” She giggles. “I told them I started seeing a very nice boy in my calculus class, and since my grades have been good they haven’t seemed to mind. They may come try to visit over winter break since it’s so long.”

“Would you let me meet them?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“I’d really wanna make a good impression.”

“I wanna make a good impression with your family too.” She whines slightly. “Your mom is this powerful matriarch.”

“Yeah, but she’s also like any other mum.” He kisses on her breast. “God, you are always as sweet as honey. I always wanna kiss you all over.”

“Mm, I like it when you kiss me all over.” She runs a hand through his hair.

“Your body is so perfect.”

“Harry.” She giggles. “No it’s not.”

“Sure it is. I love every little thing about it.”

“Thank you.” She leans forward to kiss his forehead. He yawns out and shakes his head. “Sleepy?”

“Yeah.”

She nods and reaches to turn the light off as he goes further under the covers to rest his head on her hip. It wasn’t the most conventional way to sleep, but he always made her feel safe, and he told her it made him feel safe to sleep like that. She wasn’t entirely sure what it meant to be in a relationship with a werewolf. It wasn’t too different from being in a relationship with a regular person, they just took more precautions than most. Sometimes being with Harry was like having a pet. He needed a lot of attention, and a lot of love, but it was okay, she had plenty of it to give him.  

[nicsalazar]

Old dogs, new tricks || Nicole & Victoria

TIMING: Current LOCATION: The Outskirts PARTIES: @natusvincere &  @nicsalazar SUMMARY: Pax and Winnie have an impromptu playdate, their owners navigate their newfound friendship CONTENT WARNING: None

Winnie was getting too spoiled.  Vic was starting to make a habit of getting her one of those disgusting take out burgers as a treat on Friday nights after her shift, and it was becoming a horrible habit for the both of them.  Winnie’s gratefulness made it hard to stop, but Vic knew she had to at least try to taper off- it had to be horrible for her health.  With the nice weather, they had been able to venture out on a lot more walks, lately, and she hoped it was helping the cause at least a little bit.  

Their typical walking route usually had very few passerbys, which was nice, because Vic didn’t have to worry about socializing or accidentally noticing someone didn’t have a heartbeat, and because Winnie didn’t get a chance to freak out when a new potential friend strode by.  She was normally extremely obedient, but that trait seemed to escape from her at the worst of times.  Like that very moment, when the Rottweiler went bounding toward a woman and her dog a few feet in front of them, the leash yanking Vic’s arm in the process.  “Winnifred!”, she scolded in a harsh whisper.  “Stop!”

Nicole had chosen the long leash for this particular walk, allowing Pax to sniff around and explore most of the trail before they settled for a place to rest. A small park with very few people nearby. Safe enough for the times they were living. Always trying to stay aware of her surroundings, she had noticed the other dog minutes before it surged towards them. And though she heard the woman’s scolding, she didn't think it was necessary. Pax was cautious at first, despite the Rottweiler’s friendly attitude. He sniffed around just a moment, accepting his new playmate quickly after. Nicole let go of the leash, letting Pax chase after Winnie. It was then when she could finally focus on the other dog’s owner, her eyebrows rising in surprise at the sight. 

Nicole stared at the familiar face, letting out a huff. “Good thing there are no bridges around us, huh?” it was a deadpan, but she wasn’t trying to joke. She really didn’t want a repeat of that adventure. And she was certain the other woman wanted it even less. “Vic” she said after a moment, a curt nod in acknowledgement. She turned towards their dogs, having the best of times a few feet away, “and… so that's Winnie, huh?” she pointed towards the Rottweiler’s playmate. “That’s my ugly dog, by the way” that part was a joke. “Pax” she clarified, because Vic looked like the kind of woman who would purposely forget the name of a dog she deemed ugly.

Winnie was an infuriating creature.  How could a creature that evoked so much love and affection from her otherwise stoic nature also be so incredibly embarrassing?  The only thing that might have been more embarrassing was if Vic somehow knew the person Winnie was approaching.  

That thought was quickly stomped as soon as Nicole turned around.  She bit her lower lip, looking anywhere but Nicole’s face.  But her words held familiarity and truth, and they gave her the courage to look back upon her friend.  “I bet the dogs would have ripped those rocks apart”, she said, a slight snarl to her tone.  She wasn’t afraid of facing the rock men again, and Nicole shouldn’t have been either.  She looked down at her feet, thankful she had elected to wear tightly tied sneakers that day.  “Nicole”, she said, nodding back curtly.  She turned toward the dogs, playing happily with each other as if they hadn’t just watched a  faux pas of manners in action.  She noticed Pax wasn’t intimidated by Winnie’s spikey collar, and wondered if he was as stupid as he was ugly.  She looked over to Pax, then, who surprisingly did have some cute features about him, despite being a mutt.  “It seems Pax is better behaved than Winnifred”, she commented, a small smile forming as she watched them play.  She turned to Nicole, then, pressing her lips together.  “I trust you’ve been well?”

Vic’s response made Nicole chuckle, quickly realizing she had misjudged the other woman. She should’ve expected more from the woman who attempted to fight three trolls with her bare hands. “You’re gonna let that go, are you? We had no chance” she shook her head but responded to Vic’s snarl with casual amusement.

It was easier for Nicole to watch their dogs play than it was to have a face-to-face conversation. Something to focus on was always nicer than eye contact. But she tried, glancing at Vic every now and then. She supposed there was somewhat of a bond between the two after fighting trolls and eating burgers. It wasn’t as awkward as it’d be to make small talk with a stranger. “Oh, he is– so good. I don’t get credit for that though” she said, making sure everything was still okay out in the field. “Already trained by his previous family. You know…before they gave him up” their fucking loss, she thought. Of all the things she could thank White Crest for, bringing her and Pax together was at the top of her list. It wasn’t a particularly long list, but still— “You’re too tough on her” she said with a nod, knowing Vic’s hard exterior was all for show. “She looks like the gentlest… most gentle– giant”.

Nicole remained quiet for a moment, pondering Vic’s question. The real answer was perhaps too dark to answer on a friendly encounter. But no one ever asked that expecting to get the truth, right? Common pleasantries, nothing more and nothing less. “Eh... can you be well in this town?” It was always better to turn the question into another question, gauge her companion’s disposition. “You?”

“They played dirty.  If it was a fair fight we would have left with their shoes.”  Did the rock trolls have shoes that day on the bridge?  Vic didn’t think so.  But metaphorical shoes or not, the point was still sound.  VIc furrowed her eyebrows at the new information offered about Pax, and she turned away from watching the dogs to look at Nicole incredulously.  “Wait, … someone elected to give their dog up?  On purpose?  What kind of monster does that?”  They must have been vampires, no one else could hold such cruelty.  

She couldn’t help but smirk at Nicole’s accusation, if only for a moment, before she turned back to the dogs.  “I’ve been getting her those burgers, you know”, she admitted as Winnie jumped an impressive three feet into the air.  “She’s becoming obsessed with them.  Perhaps I should petition the restaurant to use her as their spokesperson.”   Nicole was right, but Vic hadn’t realized she felt that way about things, or at least not that she was so forthcoming about it.  People had bad habits of faking optimism with their acquaintances to hold up some form of pleasantry, for some reason.  But she and Nicole were friends, anyway. “Can you be well in this world?” She countered, and figured it was as sufficient of an answer as any.  “You know, as much as I complain about this town, I could leave whenever I wanted, but for some reason I’ve elected to stay.  Do you think I’m a glutton for punishment?”

“Yeah, alright” Nicole breathed out a laugh, not even trying to stop the eye roll. Maybe it was a good thing Vic wasn’t willing to let go of her belief. That woman was proud of herself and her abilities, and maybe Nicole could use some of that confidence. Maybe. A half grin played on her lips when Vic spoke of Pax’s previous family. To call them monsters was harsh, but part of her quietly agreed. She couldn’t imagine ever giving him up. “Yeah… uh, I don’t have the whole story. Just– what they knew at the shelter. He had been there for two years”. Not long, if she considered some of the other animals who spent their entire lives there. They were lucky to find each other that day.

As Pax and Winnie managed to find a third playmate to join in, Nicole pointed at a bench nearby. It looked like they’d be there longer than expected. “Good, she deserves it” she said, as they walked over and sat, just in time to see Winnie leap into the air. “And– alright, maybe my memory’s fucked up cause– trolls, but… they were really good burgers so,” good for her, Nicole thought.

She lifted an eyebrow as Vic’s retort came. “Oh. Alright, we’re going there, huh?” Wallowing in self-pity it was, then. It was the type of conversation Nicole preferred to have with a couple drinks in her, but it had been a good hike, which was filling her brain with all the good stuff people always talked about. That and Vic’s reluctance to sugarcoat anything were reasons enough to let herself speak. Nicole took a moment to figure what glutton meant, but thanks to the context, she didn’t have to embarrass herself by asking. “We all are, kinda, no?” Everyone with some self-awareness would have to agree. 

She looked away, distracting herself with the dogs as Vic spoke, nodding faintly. “I used to think I could’ve done that, but– people happened. Pretty inconvenient, you know”. She didn’t look at Vic once as a new question formed in her head. Nicole thought it made it easier for the other woman to ignore it, if she didn’t feel like answering. “Where would you go? If–” she shrugged, trailing off.

“If I had the patience, I’d adopt all those dogs from the shelter.  Even the ugly ones”, Vic said earnestly, wondering briefly if anyone had the patience for that kind of energy.  “Animals are easier, sometimes.  They don’t expect anything from you, at least not the hard stuff.  So I think that means they deserve much more patience than the rest of us.”  As if on cue, the third dog that had joined in got a nice big string of slobber right on Winnie’s head.  Perhaps all of them didn’t deserve patience after all.  “I bought Winnifred as a puppy”, she said with a smirk.  “She was meant to intimidate my enemies.  Maybe she does, even.  But she certainly makes the quiet nights easier, I think.”

Vic smirked and shrugged at Nicole’s response to her nihilism, amused.  “You think?”, she asked, curious.  It wasn’t often she picked someone else’s brain on how they felt about themselves or others, at least not with authenticity.  “I think people certainly like to complain about miniscule things, but it's hard to figure out if people secretly enjoy the so called misery they’re complaining about.”  

“I don’t know”, she shrugged honestly, sitting back on the bench.  “It’s hard to say.  I’ve lived all over.”  There wasn’t always a rhyme or reason to the places she ended up living.  Sometimes she had to leave one place quickly, and run to change identities before her past caught up with her.  Others she just knew it was time to go, and had more time to plan out where she wanted to end up.  “Maybe Canada.  Or back to Sweden.”  There was always the maybe she’d go back home.  There was even once a few decades ago when she had all the plans to journey there.  But even after she bought the plane tickets and entered the airport, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.  Part of her wondered if she’d even recognize it as home, anyway.  “How about you?”

“That’s real nice of you to think of the ugly dogs” there was still a slight hint of humor as Nicole spoke, but she meant it. She hadn’t known Victoria for very long, but her wish to adopt every dog at the shelter said more about the kind of person she was than whatever tough exterior she put to protect herself. Sometimes she wondered if she was just projecting, but the woman seemed to have a lot going on internally. Maybe it was impossible for White Crest citizens to not look like they were being tortured by something.  “Your enemies,” her lips curved as Vic’s choice of words, before glancing at said intimidating beast, trapped under her other two playmates. “Yeah, seems like she’s exactly what you needed” she wasn’t joking anymore, Winnie was the perfect complement for someone like Vic.

“Pretty sure” Nicole nodded. It wasn’t the first time she heard people complain about the town. Wouldn’t be the last. She did it plenty herself. But they were all there still, when there were perfectly good towns all around them if they took self-preservation seriously. Maybe it was because she had just taken a hike, and those always helped her work things out faster, but there was clarity in her mind that she didn’t usually possess. “I think… we’re all here cause, maybe– deep down, we think…we deserve it” her brow furrowed, glancing at Vic. “The bad shit, all of it”. She wasn’t bold enough to ask, but she wondered what happened to her that made her believe she deserved to stay in this town and suffer. 

Nicole’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Sweden, huh. Is that… where you’re from? Thought you were… I dunno– your accent… british?” There was always something fascinating about those who had been in many places, yet chose to remain in White Crest. It backed her theory. But more than anything, it was jealousy that lingered in her chest. She never got to do any of that when she was younger. She would’ve loved to travel around before settling and becoming an adult. But she didn’t get to choose any of that, did she? 

She should’ve expected to hear the same question echoed back to her, yet Nicole still didn’t feel prepared to answer that.  She didn’t have a place to go, no home to get back to. Despite complaining, she had never allowed herself to truly ponder a future. Wherever she chose to go, it’d be a new beginning. Being put on the spot, she felt the heat rising to her cheeks. “I’d just– I’m not…sure. Um– I’d…” she rubbed her jaw, pressing her lips together to hide a smile. “Maybe I’d grab my truck…Pax and—” would Leah come along if she asked? She really hoped so. “A road trip. Wouldn’t settle anywhere for a long time”.

It was easier to talk about dogs than deep down, awful inside feelings, but somehow the course of Vic’s conversation with Nicole seemed to be heading in that direction.  “I don’t know, I think there are some people that are thrilled with this town and are getting the best out of it, somehow.”  Was it that those people deserved the best? “ And… if I’m being frank, there’s more keeping me here than my misery.”  Or there was, until Morgan Fucking Beck decided to make her question everything she’s believed in for 450 years.  

“It’s where I was born, yes.”  Vic didn’t often divulge to most people where she was from, mostly for fear of someone somehow figuring out who she actually was, but Nicole was harmless.  Still, she licked her lips, not used to the feeling of being the center of someone’s attention.  “I learned to speak English in the UK, so I suppose that makes sense”, she explained.  Before that, she had run around Sweden and its surrounding countries for decades, hidden in the night and worried that somehow, someone might recognize her.  Most of it she couldn’t even remember.  

Nicole seemed to wait a beat to answer, and Vic wondered if she was experiencing some of the same internal struggles that she was.  Both times she met the woman, she took her quietness for shyness, but perhaps there was something going on inside that the rest of the world didn’t know about.  “A road trip sounds positively miserable”, she quipped, but there was an amused smile playing on her lips.  “Boring and uncomfortable-... and stinky, I’d wager.”

Nicole shook her head. That didn’t seem possible. Even people who loved this town had become jaded because of it.  Even that guy on the tourism board had to hate this town. He had to. Nicole was sure of it. Even Leah, who proudly claimed to love White Crest, had to harbor some resentment. She should ask sometime. “See I don’t— then… Maybe we should find those people you talk about. Ask them their secret” delusion, she’d bet. That’s how she survived the first couple of years. Pretending that all the weird things in town were nothing but quirks. She could bet that the only happy people in White Crest were those who didn’t believe in the supernatural. Her thoughts were interrupted by Vic’s revelation. “Oh” there was surprise in her tone, “what’s that?” Probably someone. That was usually the case, wasn’t it? Maybe a curse. That was likely too.

“That’s… far away” No, it wasn’t the most insightful of statements, but it helped Nicole process the information. “But see, how the fuck does a Swedish woman end up in this…shithole?” she was mildly entertained by the thought, before realizing she had asked the question out loud. “I’m– I’m not asking… you don’t have to–” she was quick to add, fidgeting with Pax’s leash. “It just fits my… we all ended up here to suffer theory”. Sure, they weren’t exactly having small talk, but she would’ve hated to feel pressured to reveal anything about herself. She had to be fair to Vic and offer space as well.

Nicole only chuckled at her honesty. She preferred that bluntness to anything else. Much easier to understand. “It’s a good thing it’s my dream then, no?” There was no attempt at sarcasm, just the small hope that Vic would understand a different perspective. “I would make stops… by the way” she assured her, looking to appease any other negative commentary. “Food, gas, showers…that kinda stuff. Sleep too– maybe. But yeah… uh, not for everyone”. Considering she had only started planning now, she was sure she’d have a much better idea the next time someone asked her. She looked away, focusing on Pax. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she considered explaining herself. “Just– uh… always wanted to travel. Never really got the chance, you know?”  

“I’d rather not”, Vic said, her eyes focused on Winnie.  “They’re probably insufferable.”  Happy people were generally insufferable- that was just a fact of life.  Rubbing their happiness in your face like they earned it, or something.  She huffed, as if there were a happy person right there in front of her then.  Nicole’s question caught her off guard, though, and she looked back toward her.  She hadn’t realized how much she divulged before, and hadn’t expected a follow up question.  She sat up straighter, wondering the best route to go here.  “Uh, work”, she said, looking back toward the dogs again.  She raised her eyebrows at them, hoping it would turn Nicole’s attention away. It wasn’t technically a lie, but bartending wasn’t the kind of work Vic has stuck around so long for. Did she already tell Nicole she was a bartender?  “I stick around because the tips are so good.  The art scene isn’t too bad either, I suppose.”

“It is”, Vic agreed with a smirk.  “Like I said, I’ve been all over.  It wasn’t a straight trip from Sweden to Maine.  It was more like a zig zag all over the world.”  She barely ever spent more than 10  years at a time in a town, lest the few people she interacted with noticed that she never aged.  “I’d heard… rumors. About White Crest.  Miserable ones, of course.  But I think that adds to your theory, right?  Misery loves company.”

Vic found herself smirking again, and she raised her eyebrows with a shrug at Nicole’s response.  “Maybe another reason I’m choosing to stay is that I’ve done my share of traveling.  Doing it for fun like you say can’t sound more mundane.”  There was a beat of silence between them before she continued.  “I hope it brings you what you’re looking for, though… this dream.  I hope Pax doesn’t scare the little children you meet along the way.”  Because he was ugly, of course.  “What’s kept you away from traveling for so long?”  

“Right, of course” It had all been hypothetical, but she should’ve expected Vic to have something to say about it. Truthfully, the idea of approaching a stranger and randomly asking them things made her anxiety rise, so Nicole wasn’t too heartbroken about the other woman scraping her idea. She hated the fact that Vic seemed to tense at her question, even if she was the one who prompted it. She made sure to look elsewhere – to Pax and Winnie, who still hadn’t tired themselves out – and she accepted the woman’s answer with further questions. “Work’s important. Good that it pays well” it was a little odd, sure. But not odd enough for her to get stuck thinking about it.

Nicole nodded as Vic expanded on her journey to Maine, hands still fidgeting with the leash. She wasn’t the first person who spoke to her about traveling around before settling in White Crest. Maybe it was a pattern, something else to investigate. It always filled her with something akin to jealousy, though. One day it would be her traveling instead, she promised. But it was the mention of rumors that made her lift her head, eyes narrowed when she dared to glance at Vic. Rumors. She knew then. About the supernatural. Even if she brushed it off the first time they talked about it. Even if she was trying to brush it off now, with a joke. “Right. See, I’m onto something”.

“That makes sense,” Nicole agreed. Maybe it would be the same for her. After a few years on the road, it was possible she could start missing a roof over her head. She hadn’t thought that far ahead. Maybe she could settle somewhere else then. Maybe come back to White Crest, even. If the town finally decided to calm down. She had options, which filled her with hope she hadn’t felt in a while. “Appreciate that'' her grin faded quickly, a confused frown taking over her features instead. Why would Pax scare children? Almost as if he heard Vic utter his name, he came trotting towards them, tail wagging innocently. “You done?” she smiled at him, scratching behind his ear. It helped her gain some time while she pondered the woman’s question. “Life got busy, I guess”. Yeah. That was a lot easier than explaining she lost five years to a fucking jaguar, and then a couple more trying to put herself back together again. 

The dogs were barking and jumping and running, and Vic was sure that if they were children, they would have been giggling.  It was endearing to watch their innocence, and Vic wondered, briefly, if she had ever felt that carefree.  She finally looked back toward Nicole and nodded, glad that her explanation hadn’t prompted any more questions. She survived because people didn’t ask questions, and though she knew Nicole was harmless, there was always the chance someone was playing her in the same way she played them.

Before long, Pax and Winnie started sauntering over, panting and breathless after their playdate’s apparent end.  Winnie, for her part, sat in front of Vic, proud and tall and clearly waiting for a head pat.  It wasn’t long before she reached over and obliged.  She looked over at Nicole in understanding, sending a nod her way.  “That’s life, I guess.  Or time.  It rushes by you faster than most people realize.”  If anyone could speak on that with authority, it was Vic.  450 years, as they went by, had seemed like forever in the moment, but looking back on all her years made her realize how quickly they passed.  “I think it’s important to cherish your time as you get older”, she offered, clipping Winnie’s leash back on.  “With loved ones, and your interesting looking dog.”  She stood up from the bench, but smirked at Nicole as she did so, hoping she realized the playfulness in her tone.  “And, well… maybe we could do this again sometime before you go off on your travels, too.  Planned, of course, and not by Winnifred’s embarrassing methods she used today.”

At first It sounded like Vic’s usual nihilism. But somewhere in those words, behind her often cynical tone there was real advice. And Nicole stopped petting Pax and listened, really let those words sink in. Clearly there was more to Vic than meets the eye, as it was always the case with people in town. She was speaking from experience. Nicole didn’t have the knowledge then, to really understand why those words were laced with so much meaning, but she knew it was the most vulnerable Vic had been all evening. “Okay” she nodded, unsure what else to say to that. She would’ve liked to say that she was going to do exactly what Vic told her. That from now on she would have a new perspective on life, but it was easier said than done. She wasn’t going to lie to her. But she supposed she had to continue to try until change finally came. 

The impromptu playdate, for example, had been surprisingly nice. Even though some time ago she would’ve hated the idea of it. Of sharing a bench with someone she barely knew. But she did okay. She spoke full sentences; it didn’t fill her with crippling anxiety. And that was enough to make her appreciate Vic. She watched the woman get up, but Nicole stayed there, trying to get Pax back on the leash. “Maybe, yeah… that’d be–” she let out a laugh, feeling confident enough to give Winnie some goodbye pets. “C’mon. Her methods are perfect” she smiled, glancing up at Vic. She nodded, maybe too small for the woman to notice. Yes, they’d see each other again. It wasn’t often her encounters with strangers went so well, but as she watched Vic and Winnie walk away, she couldn’t help but to look forward to the next. 

[primergon]

Greetings!! I’m– new to the your blog but I was intrigued by the open matchups that were popping about so I’d like to ask if I can get a TFP Con Matchup

I’m a trans male, bisexual and 5’4. I don’t particularly have any unique besides the fact that I just tend to wear a lot of oversized hoodies (because it’s comfy) and have just– brown eyes and dark brown hair that often gets mistaken for black hair.

I am a man who tends to be very confident about myself but I tend to worry about what others think about me a lot. On the surface, I seem rather lazy about things but if there is work to be done, you can expect me to finish it immediately if I’m given the task. I also tend to be very protective of the people I love and will not hesitate to fight for them. I’m also very apologetic over small things I do, like accidentally brushing into someone or just touching them accidentally, even if it wasn’t my fault necessarily.

I tend to be a “switch” or two-faced when it comes to personalities, but it depends on the person that I’m acknowledging or talking to that allows me to gradually change around them, whether it is through first introductions or knowing me for a while.

On the surface, or normally I tend to be respectful, cautious, and really careful with my words in consideration to the person I’m talking to but I only tend to speak when they’ve engaged in conversation with me– so in short, mostly quiet. I tend to use a lot of sarcasm and sound tired a LOT, which can be accidental (but also because I don’t sleep a lot so it makes me kind of dead inside-sounding) but on the other side of me, I am a 180° sometimes. I tend to be either a silently vibrate in place, excited-type person or a person who is just moderately loud and tends to be very needy for attention (though I won’t ask out of respect). I sometimes just find entertainment out of the smallest things and details so to see me admiring something because of its design (like hands– particularly strange but I’m an artist so it fascinates me) with sparkly eyes is not much of a surprise. I like writing as a past-time hobby, and doing art whenever I please but I also enjoy listening to music, watching animated shows (that I can poke fun and laugh about but also ramble on for hours about), reptiles and dragons, and other such!

Generally, I can also be a “switch” or a “flip” as well when it comes to using my noggin sometimes, when it comes to speaking. You either get a dense and blunt version of me, who doesn’t acknowledge words quick enough and says something accidentally out of the question or you either get the literate version of me, who speaks with a tone that sounds like I’m writing a formative essay.

But with the benefit of both sides of that, you also get the two for one deal– where you’ll either hear me geek out about music, shows, or other such ORRR you get the part where I tend to be philosophical over the littlest of things, whether it’s about life or just something small.

But in both cases when I tend to ramble on or talk for hours, I tend to immediately stop at one point and just turn slowly back to the person I speak with and ask, “sorry am I talking to much?”

(But yeah that’s uh– for me, sorry if it’s too long and confusing.)

A/N : Hi Anon ! I hope you're doing well, thank you for sending in your ask ! (｡𓎆 𓎺 𓎆) I think I'll match you up with tfp dreadwing <3

TFP DREADWING

01| Ever since Skyquake's passing, things haven't been quite the same for Dreadwing. While he does put up this strong and fearless facade, the seeker finds himself overwhelmed by the current state of the war. There is no room for vulnerability within the Decepticon ranks, which is one of the many reasons why he gravitated towards you. It took you a while to finally grow comfortable around such an intimidating mech. While both of you were naturally reserved, Dreadwing was the first to engage in conversations with you. He does carry this sense of responsibility for the team, so he'd ask you about your wellbeing even if you were more or less a captive aboard the Nemesis. One thing lead to another and you eventually find yourself in a relationship with the commander.

02| If there's one thing you appreciate about Dreadwing is that he is honest. He doesn't beat around the bush and will tell you things in a straightforward manner, which makes him a very good source of comfort whenever you feel insecure about yourself. The seeker doesn't get tired of encouraging you and it makes you feel better, knowing that he is sincere with every word. ( You can't look at him in the eye every time he calls you handsome.) Dreadwing also appreciates how versatile you are with giving advice, knowing when to be curt and thorough.

03| Although his attempts at romancing you may come off as awkward, you appreciate the effort nonetheless. He likes spending quality time with you. Given his influence over Megatron's army, it's not often that he gets to have the whole day to himself. But when he does, he'll choose to spend it with you. Dreadwing likes to listen to you ramble. If you worry about boring him, you don't have to. He's captivated by the way your eyes shine at almost everything. The smile against his faceplates, whenever you're amused over small things, is the most loving you ever see the seeker. He finds it endearing that you get excited over certain shows or your new playlist. Dreadwing can also be somewhat charming, engaging with you in philosophical debates but never turning it into an argument. He's a true gentleman that loves to watch you draw and write. You'll even catch him getting invested on the show you're watching, remembering which episode you left off the night before.

04| He likes how respectful you are when it comes to everyone, although he would be lying if he said he didn't like your snarky side. The way you always seem to top Starscream's sarcasm making him smile to himself. Whenever you look or sound tired, Dreadwing will always be by your side, asking you what's wrong. You assure him it's all good. He may not be the most outwardly affectionate person, but he won't say no to you when you feel clingy. Spoiling you to the point where your cheeks start to burn.

05| Although arguments seldom arise, they do happen from time to time. Dreadwing is inflexible and stubborn, he likes to stay on track and can't stand watching you delay your work right before its due date. This would often lead to a lot of nagging from him, which would lead to disagreements from you. However, you always prove to him that even if your methods may be unorthodox, you get the work done. Saying sorry came easy for you, and it may be a bit harder for Dreadwing to do, but he's always trying his best to adjust. He understands that it's time for him to make room for another person in his life, and for you, he'd gladly change for the better.

06| Dreadwing values loyalty and so it warms his spark to see you stand up for him against a group of Vehicons. He quickly interfered to save you ( not before sending the rest of the mechs to the brig.) You were the catalyst that drove him into defecting the war. It took a while to convince him to fight with the Autobots, but in the end he accepted Optimus's offer. His loyalties have changed. He no longer wants to serve a cause that destroys everything in its path, now he wants to serve the one that'll give him a chance to create a life with you. A cause that'll keep you safe.

I hope you enjoy this Anon ! xx

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Twitter ー Reiji Sakamaki [2020 Compilation]

–> This post includes all tweets posted on the official Rejet Twitter account for Reiji Sakamaki (@DialoverReijiS) in 2020.

Shuu l Ayato l Kanato l Laito l Subaru l Ruki l Kou l Yuma l Azusa l Carla l Shin l Kino

February 14, 2020 (Valentine’s Day)

> This year, once again, I’m making chocolates after Kanato has come begging to me in tears.

> Time after time…Why do I have to do such a thing?”

> Oh well, it’s fine. Now that I’ve made the promise, I should hurry up and get started on it. I might as well challenge myself this year and make some chocolate lollies.

> Takoyaki has nothing to do with it. (@Ayato)

March 14, 2020 (White Day)

> I received some sweets from Kanato, miracles do happen after all.

> I wonder if he’s returning the favor of Valentine’s Day. I’m surprised he has this side to him.

> It’s a rare occasion, so I’ll give them a taste. I’ll hand them out to the other brothers as well.

> Could I have a minute?

> Oh dear, your expression became tense as soon as you saw me. I reached out to you, wanting to thank you for the chocolates from the other day, but did you think I was going to scold you, perhaps?

> Of course, there is plenty I want to tell you. However, that is only because I feel so strongly for you.

> Simply put, there might be times where I accidentally end up doting on you a little too much. It is embarrassing to admit, but that is just how much I love you.

April 1, 2020 (April Fools)

> For God’s sake, that man...He simply cannot act without having to show off.

> I’m talking about the eldest son of the Mukami family. He made a big deal out of it and even published a public announcement, believing their own lies are the most humorous. Showing off how cooperative his younger brothers are. 

> Simply ridiculous. 

> [Only today] We shall be hosting a haunted house at our manor. It is called ‘The Sakamaki House of Horrors’. The demons living at this manor shall try and lure you into a dark world of fear. Please do not hesitate to take on the challenge. For more information, click the link below. --> dialover.net. #SakamakiHouseofHorrors #AprilFools

> Please be cautious when setting foot inside the kitchen. One, two...You might hear the sound of someone counting plates. When you listen till the very end...Fufu, what comes next is a secret. #AprilFools

April 28, 2020

> The fact that a mere servant such as yourself dares trouble me is simply unacceptable.

> How could you nod off in the middle of your studies? It seems like you need to be punished. 

April 29, 2020

> I wish you would at least keep quiet during the commute to school.

May 5, 2020

> Just as Subaru informed me, illegal footage of us is going around. 

> Let us deal with it at once. I simply cannot look past being exposed in such a fashion.

> However, before that.

> It seems like Ayato and the others have been pulling all sorts of mischief behind my back. I shall take care of that first.

May 27, 2020

> Oh dear? What seems to be the matter? Can no longer stand? Your punishment is not over yet.

> I shall give you the same stimulus as before. It seems like you simply do not comprehend unless I teach it directly to your body after all.

> Although, I am doubtful how effective it will be on someone like you, who can find joy not only in pleasure, but in pain as well. 

> What a shameless woman you are.

> You should feel ashamed of yourself. I shall not let you go, until you fix that attitude, understood?

Juy 7, 2020 (Tanabata)

> I pray that one day, we will have less bills for reparation costs to pay. #TanabataWishes

July 20, 2020

> Who is the one who swapped Kanato’s glasses with my own?

> Good grief. What a ridiculous prank.

August 29, 2020 (Birthday)

> Are you satisfied with today? Well, I can tell just by looking at your face. Good grief, how come you seem to be enjoying it more than me every year? Seems like you are in need of a punishment to teach you some composure? Fufu, let us go to my room then. Even though my birthday has ended, I shall not let you leave my side.

October 14, 2020

> Shuu, when are you finally going to wake up? (@Shuu)

> Good grief. Fine, be late for school then if that’s what you wish.

October 20, 2020 (DL x Mayla Classic)

> Do you have a minute?

> On today’s grocery run, I came across something which might suit you at an accessory store which happened to catch my attention. Us brothers shall gift it to you.

> Yes, us brothers. I decided to purchase it after sharing a photograph with the others and asking for everyone’s opinion. Will you accept it?

> I am glad to hear that. Well then, please come and get it yourself.

> Why of course. Who said we would spoil you that much? I placed it in the room where I have frequently punished you, so please go ahead.

> Now where could that be, I wonder?

October 31, 2020 (Halloween)

> You truly have a particular fondness for holidays, no? Well, this is nothing new, so I shall be so generous to keep you company. Well then, between my baked sweets and these fangs, which one do you prefer?

November 20, 2020

> Seems like we’re actually in for a peaceful day for once.

> I shall make use of this opportunity to enjoy a cup of this high-quality tea I purchased the other day.

> I suppose I shall pour her a cup later as well.

December 18, 2020

> You broke the plate because your hand cramped from the cold? Did you truly believe I would fall for such an obvious excuse? Seems like I will have to teach you a thing or two about how to handle silverware...However, before that, show me whether you’ve hurt yourself or not. Come on, your hand.

December 19, 2020

> I suppose it doesn’t hurt to take a small break on the way back from shopping every now and then. For our beverages...How about this drink? The deep blue color is very alluring, and I am especially curious about the spicy aftertaste it is said to provide. Seeing as you still like to cause me trouble, I’d dare argue a little ‘kick’* is exactly what you need at times.

-> Literally he says that he needs to give you ‘the whip’ every now and then. However, ‘muchi’ is also a way to refer to punishment in general in Japanese, coming from the idom ‘ame to muchi’ which is the Japanese equivalent of ‘carrot and stick’. 

December 24, 2020 (Christmas)

> Merry Christmas. May I assist you in preparing the dinner? I assume it is uncommon for me to make such an offer, but I figured that today, it would be nice if we could do something together.