#dead!hiccup au

[awii-lyn]

For all the rotbtd shenanigans who still alive. Can we talk about tb4 heights hc's??? Here are mine

Elsa tall queen and also Jack having the same height as Astrid or a short king cz NO ONE CAN STOP ME (im projecting lol)

[msphagime]

"But if the main characters in the WIP AU are mostly villains," you cry with much interest, "What are the Riders doing?"

They're unsuccessfully trying to solve a murder mystery.

[euphoritooth]

Damn. Pack it up y'all, I'm posting tri-monthly now.. Just kidding. Take my promises with a grain of salt. I have no idea what's next. Believe me, I was trying! The mental image is hardly there most of the time, but her music gets my brain going. Also obligatory Christmas thing I guess.

Lyrics/Theme: A Long, Unfortunate While by Ethel Cain.

[dragonnnfly]

Its been a while since I posted anything about the honorary sibling AU, and I know a lot of you like it so here’s a little canon fact in the AU

Tuffnut despises Dagur due to him calling Hiccup “brother”

There can only be one!

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

The Favorite - Chapter 3

Ego

Summary: Set after Httyd 2. With Hiccup captured by Drago, she intends to be his favorite if it means getting her ticket back home.

Warnings: Slavery mention, Child neglect/abuse

Rating: Mature

Dead Dove: Yes

Words: 1 380

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Drago, Griselda, Ragnar, Chaghatai, Httyd oc (child oc)

Whumpee: Hiccup

Whumper: Drago

Pairing: Dragcup

Author’s Notes: Couldn't update this fic last week because I was sick, lost pretty much four nights of sleep because of it and spiraled and hallucinated as a result of that.

But I'm back now. :)

Enjoy!

[dopscratch]

dropping dead space hiccup and toothless

The space vikings still have horns on their helmets, it's to discourage the dragons from biting their heads off hehe

The dragons themselves can live perfectly fine in space. Their gills now run down the sides of their body and are more like vents that they can use to control their movement. Instead of fire, they breathe superheated particles because fire doesn't play well in a vacuum.

Swords are still useful as they don't require ammo, which is very helpful for the space vikings who don't have a very reliable source of it. They also fight often enough that wasting a ton of ammo on the 15th petty dispute of the day isn't a very good option. Some fancier swords have augmentations that make them more like some of the plasma saws seen throughout the series, but the Endeavour is a simple sword because The Best Is Not Always The Most Obvious.

More info and story spoilers below the cut!

Hiccup is pretty similar to his canon counterpart. He's a nerd, likes dragon-watching, speaks four languages, and is pretty terrible at anything traditionally viking-like.

After the war breaks out, he starts seeing all of the dragons who he's killed so far as well as some others who have died in the war. They mostly fuel his paranoia and just stand there menacingly.

When Snotlout dies, Hiccup also starts getting haunted by visions of him, who try to mislead him near the final battle- especially problematic because he'd lost his memory at that time.

Toothless is a Stardragonus Giganticus Maximus hehe

[rheasforum]

ATEEZ 9th Member AU | WANTEEZ Ep. 10

Word count~ 1.8k

Warning: Hongjoongs fine shyt brother

A/N: ive been thinking about that video where hongjoong scolds atiny for looking at other idols recently LMAO

• —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Y/N was not okay.

She was fresh out of anesthesia, head foggy, lips trembling, and eyes darting around in panic. Everything felt unfamiliar—the bright lights, the cold room, the soft beeps—and worst of all…

She didn’t see them.

The members. Her boys.

Her breath hitched. “W-Where are they?!” she gasped, voice trembling as her eyes darted around the unfamiliar room. Panic surged through the fog in her head. She turned sharply—only to find Jongho lying unconscious beside her, peaceful and unmoving. Everything felt too quiet. Too empty.

A nurse gently placed a hand on her arm while draping a blanket over her. “They’re in the waiting room, sweetie. You’re safe.”

“Safe?” she whispered, tears already filling her eyes. “But they said they’d stay. They promised. They left us…”

The nurse moved quickly, giving a signal to the nearby staff—who sprinted out of the room.

Seconds later, chaos arrived.

“YNIEEEEE!” San’s voice boomed as he bursted through the door.

Wooyoung nearly collided into the nurse trying to comfort her. “DON’T CRY, WE’RE HERE!”

Seonghwa rushed in, gently cupping her face. “Oh, sweetheart… we didn’t leave. miane, we didn’t want to wake you.”

“I—I thought you left me… and Jjongie…” she hiccupped, blinking like she wasn’t totally sure where she was. “I thought—I got abandoned… like… like a side character or something… no lines, no screen time…”

She sniffled, eyes glassy.

“Just… cut from the script…” she mumbled. “Didn’t even make it past the pilot…

Yunho winced. “Oh, that’s oddly.. specific.”

“You’re not abandoned, aegi,” Yeosang assured, brushing her hair from her forehead. “We’re right here. We never left.”

“I held your hand before they took you away,” Mingi cried, dramatically offended. “You already forgot?!”

Y/N sniffled, blinking up at all of them. Her panic began to ease, comforted by the circle of familiar faces.

And then… the nonsense began.

She blinked at nothing for a second. Then slowly, she smiled.

“ATINY…”

The boys paused.

“ATINY said…” she mumbled, voice dreamy, “…Hongjoongie-oppa told them… they’re not allowed to look at other oppas.”

Hongjoong, standing at the foot of her bed, tilted his head proudly. “Mm, that sounds about right—”

“But…” Y/N giggled suddenly, her cheeks blooming red.

The boys leaned in, curious.

“But…” she slurred again, head swaying slightly. “He didn’t say… we can’t look at his brother…”

The room fell dead silent.

Yeosang blinked. Mingi gasped. Yunho slapped a hand over his mouth. San froze in place.

Wooyoung broke first. He screeched, dramatically sliding on the wall. “NO. SHE. DIDN’T.”

“She’s talking about Bumjoong-hyung!” Mingi cried.

“Y/N, NO!” Seonghwa laughed, eyes wide.

Hongjoong stood there, stunned, hand on his chest like she’d just stabbed him with a knife.

“She really said—” Yunho was doubled over, trying not to choke. “She REALLY said—”

And before anyone could respond—

Y/N blinked slowly… eyes fluttered…

And she knocked out.

Dead asleep. Drooling. Smiling like she knew she didn’t just wrecked Hongjoong’s ego.

“YAH!” Hongjoong finally shouted. “Y–YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT TO ME AND FALL ASLEEP!”

His voice cracked at the end, pure betrayal written all over his face.

“She really aired you out and left you hanging,” Wooyoung wheezed.

“I’m going to call Bumjoong-hyung right now and tell him to BLOCK HER,” Hongjoong muttered.

“It’s too late for that ,” San grinned.

Hongjoong just pointed at her sleeping form. “This isn’t over. When she wakes up, I’m revoking her princess treatment. Gone.”

And yet… he still grabbed a blanket and gently tucked it around her.

Hongjoong just glared at all of them while Y/N slept peacefully, completely unaware she’d just shattered her captain’s pride with a single half-conscious sentence.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mumbled under his breath, still betrayed.

• —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

When Y/N finally woke up again, she groggily sat up, prompting two nurses to rush over and help her. Her steps were shaky, eyes barely open, and her hair a mess from all the tossing during sleep

“She’s still a little drowsy,” one nurse said gently. “But she kept asking for you all.”

The boys immediately jumped to their feet.

“Aigoo, our aegi’s awake,” Seonghwa smiled warmly.

“Aw, look at her. She’s barely functioning,” Mingi whispered like it was the most precious thing ever, watching her shuffle in.

But their teasing halted the second they saw how disoriented she looked. Seonghwa walked over carefully, hands outstretched.

“Hi, baby,” Seonghwa said gently.

But the moment her eyes landed on him—Y/N shuffled forward and latched onto Seonghwa like Velcro, burying her face into his chest with a content sigh.

“Gwaenchana?” he asked softly.

“…Tired,” she mumbled into his chest.

The boys cooed.

Except for one.

Hongjoong.

Arms crossed.

Eyebrow raised.

Staring at her like she committed a crime.

“…Why are you looking at me like I committed a federal crime?” she croaked, confused.

“Oh, you don’t remember?” he said, tilting his head. “Interesting.”

She blinked. “…What?”

“Should we show her the video?” Mingi called out from the other side of the couch.

“What video?” she sat up a little, now alert.

“Oh, sweetheart,” San said, peeking in with a grin. “You told all your secrets.”

“Secrets?!” she panicked. “What did I say?!”

“You cried about being left like a second lead in a K-drama who didn’t even get closure.” Wooyoung offered helpfully. “You said you were ‘a walking subplot with no arc.’”

“That sounds like me…” she mumbled.

“And then,” Yunho added, entering the room dramatically like it was a courtroom, “You said ATINY aren’t allowed to look at other oppas… because Hongjoong-oppa said so.”

Her face flushed. “…Okay well. It’s true, right?”

Hongjoong leaned in.

“You then said…” he paused, for maximum impact, “‘But… he didn’t say we can’t look at his brother.’”

Y/N froze.

Mouth parted.

Eyes wide.

“NOOOOOOOOOO—”

She threw her hands over her face and collapsed into Seonghwa’s neck like she could hide from her own shame. “There’s no way I said that. I didn’t say that. I REFUSE to believe I said that out loud.”

“Oh, it was loud,” Seonghwa said, adjusting his arm around her as she snuggled into his side. “Crystal clear.”

“Verbatim,” Yeosang added, playing with the small yellow ball on his palms.

“And then…” Wooyoung giggled, “You fell asleep like this—” he mimicked her with closed eyes and a smug little smile, “‘Bumjoongie-oppa… heehee…’”

“I’m going to pass away,” Y/N groaned.

Hongjoong just stood there, fake wounded. “After all we’ve been through… That’s how I find out I’ve been side-eyed for my own brother.”

“I WASN’T EVEN CONSCIOUS!” she defended.

“You were honest,” Mingi corrected.

With a dramatic huff, she peeled herself away from Seonghwa’s side, limbs dragging like she was heading to her own execution. On shaky legs, she made her way over to Hongjoong and promptly flopped into his lap, clinging to him like a koala with a guilt complex.

“I was under anesthesia and clearly out of my mind,” she said, eyes wide with fake innocence. “You know I love you. Not your brother. Definitely not your brother. Like—95% sure. The rest was pharmaceutical betrayal.”

She peeked up at him, pout locked and loaded.

“Oppa,” she whispered, grabbing his hand as she looked up at him. “Please.”

“…You love me more than Bumjoongie?” he asked, dead serious.

She narrowed her eyes. “Well…” she started, but immediately trailed off the moment she met Hongjoong’s very serious death glare. Their eyes locked for a long, tense second—until she blinked and looked away, suddenly very interested in the floor.

He looked away too. Jaw tight. As if her gaze alone had personally offended him.

She swallowed.

“…He is handsome though,” she muttered under her breath.

“Mworago?!” Hongjoong snapped his head toward her so fast it nearly gave him whiplash.

He turned slowly to the others, expecting backup—only to find Yunho, Mingi, San, and Seonghwa already laughing, Yeosang covering his mouth to hide his grin, and Wooyoung giving a single, slow nod like, “I mean… she’s NOT wrong though.”

“Ha… ha…” she laughed nervously, practically sweating.

She huffed, words tumbling out in a panic. “Did he write our songs? No. Did he lead us through every comeback, every practice, every breakdown? Also no. Only you, Joongie. Always you.”

She grabbed his hand tigher, eyes wide. “You’re my favorite Kim brother—I swear.”

He stared at her for a long moment.

Then sighed… dramatically. His arms came around her anyway.

“Fine. You’re forgiven. But if I even hear the syllables ‘bum’—”

“I’m changing his contact name to ‘He Who Must Not Be Named,’ I promise,” Y/N mumbled, kissing his cheek.

The room erupted—San nearly launched off the couch, Wooyoung wheezing as he smacked him mid-laugh, Yunho clapped like it was an encore stage, Mingi full-on screamed into a pillow, and Seonghwa and Yeosang were laughing helplessly along.

“…Can I still text him—”

“NO.”

And Hongjoong? He was still petty about it.

But deep down?

He was just glad she still picked him.

[cameronsbabydoll]

BUFFALO 66 AU — CHAPTER TWO

WARNINGS — kidnapping, mean!rafe, creepy!rafe

the car reeks of cigarettes and something sharp — oil, maybe. gasoline. whatever it is, it makes your throat burn as you curl up small against the door, knees pulled tight to your chest like maybe you can disappear there.

but you can’t.

because he’s still here. he’s still driving.

and you’re still stolen.

your soft little sniffles turn into quiet, hiccuping sobs — hands shaking, wiping at your wet face uselessly, mascara smudging down your cheeks. the baby blue dress you'd been so proud to wear tonight feels stupid now — cheap and childish under his rough grip.

why.

it's all you can think. over and over.

why you.

why now.

why him.

“w-why are you—” you try, voice cracking — but the words fall apart around your crying, hopeless and messy and small.

you see it — the way his jaw tics. the way his hand tightens around the steering wheel, knuckles flexing hard enough to go pale.

“shut up,” he mutters. not cruel — just tired. tired in a way that sounds dangerous.

but you don't.

you can’t.

“w-why are you doing this to me?” you whisper, breaking on the last word.

and that’s when he snaps.

he grabs you — fast — a rough hand shooting out to grip your tear-streaked face, big palm curling around your jaw to force you to look at him. it hurts. everything he does feels like it hurts.

his eyes are so blue they almost look fake.

cold. mean. but there's something wild underneath them. something worse.

“i told you,” he growls low, “don’t talk. not unless i tell you to. not unless you wanna make this worse for yourself.”

your breath stutters out in a panicked little whimper. you flinch when he lets go — shoving his hand back through his hair like he hates that he even touched you.

the rest of the drive is dead quiet except for your shaky breathing and the roar of the shitty engine.

he pulls into a run-down, roadside motel hours later — flickering sign, soda machines out front, no cameras. It looks like the kinda place people go to disappear.

perfect for someone like him.

he kills the engine.

looks over at you.

his voice is low. steady.

“this is what’s gonna happen.”

you stare at him — wide-eyed, teary, pathetic.

“we go in there. you don’t say shit about tonight. you don’t tell them your name. you don’t tell them anything.”

a pause.

“you’re my girl. you’ve been my girl. that’s the story.”

it makes your heart drop.

he says it like it’s easy. like it's already true.

like it should be.

“and if you run?” he leans in slow — so close you can smell the sweat on his skin, the cigarettes clinging to his clothes. “if you fuck this up for me?”

that fake softness in his tone curls cold.

“i’ll find you. and i’ll be worse.”

you don’t say a word at the check-in.

you just stand there — limp and quiet, in your wrinkled dress and ruined makeup — while rafe gives some fake name and throws cash on the counter like it means nothing to him.

and then you're in the room — some gross little single bed, yellow-stained lamp, scratchy sheets. you stand there awkwardly by the door until he looks at you like you’re stupid.

“well?” his voice is rough, tired. “get in.”

you move slow — crawl onto the bed like a girl waiting for something worse.

but all he does is kick his shoes off and collapse down beside you — arm thrown over his eyes, like he’s the one stuck with you.

it’s quiet for a long time.

then — low, grudging, like it’s costing him something — you hear him rasp:

“go to sleep, angel.”

[1000dactyls]

my huge gripe w modern httyd aus is that it’s always set in the suburban midwest in podunk nothing town without taking it to its natural conclusion. As if berk would not be a steel mill town on the rust belt with the gas prices jacked sky high for tourists driving through the middle of nowhere. As if the barbaric archipelago would be the suburbs of a big city rather than rural towns in the Deep South. as if hiccup would not somehow end up hiking in the appalachias or turn up half dead after missing for 6months in the oregon wilderness. Cowards. Fools. if you’re setting it in america then you should take it to its natural conclusion 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[kpop---scenarios]

Whispers of the Night (2)

Pairing: Stray Kids x Reader

Genre: Vampire! AU, College! AU

Summary: You just want to live a happy life, but currently, that wasn't happening. It's not until you meet 8 strangers who turn your life upside down and you discover what they are.

Warnings: Language, etc [This is an 18+ ONLY story. Will contain smut in future chapters.]

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: Thank you again to @skzdust for helping me with this chapter!! It would not have been completed without you!!

Part One |

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@chloe-elise-2000

“Okay… okaaaay.” You slur, stopping dead in your tracks, outside what you can only assume is a beautiful house but you're so drunk your head is spinning, your eyes are squinting and you can't focus. “I need to know.” You mumble, holding up one finger to Chan.

You can see him trying to not crack a smile at your obvious drunkenness.

“What do you need to know?” He asks, cocking his beautiful head to the side.

“First…off.” You hiccup. “How come all of you look like pale Greek gods?” You whine. “Second of all, why did you help me? With… asshat back there?” You almost incoherently mumble. It takes Chan and Jeongin a second to understand what you just said, and before he can answer you're swaying, your eyes are closed and you're pretty close to being passed out. Chan motions for Jeongin, who comes and throws you over his shoulder to bring you inside.

“... we helped you, because you needed us to help you.” Chan whispers from behind a chuckling Jeongin. They bring you into the house, Jeongin laying you down onto the couch gently, covering you with a blanket as 6 other men emerge from other parts of the house.

“There's a human in our house.” Seungmin mumbles.

“Correction, she's our human.” Hyunjin smiles, admiring your peaceful looking face.

“I really don't think this is going to go as smoothly as you all think it will.” Minho murmurs. “It's not going to be that easy.”

“No, it won't. But whatever happens, we're there for her.” Chan announces. “It's not like we have anything but time. She'll come around eventually once we tell her everything.”

“You think she will? Even when we tell her we've been waiting for her for over a century?” Seungmin scoffs. “She's going to run for the fucking hills.”

“Do you want her to run? Or do you want her to be here with us?” Han asks. “Cause I personally want her to be here.”

“Of course I want her here.” Seungmin begins. “But I just know how this is going to play out. Not to mention, that stupid fucking boyfriend of hers, you think he's gonna let her go that easily?”

“I wouldn't worry about him.” Jeongin laughs. “I can't see her going back to him.”

“I don't know man, humans and their emotions… They crave familiarity, comfort and shit. She's not done with him. Not yet. She will be though. But it has to be her decision.” Minho pipes up.

The 8 men stand around your sleeping frame, wondering how in the world you were going to be okay with them and what they were.

You let out a big yawn, stretching your arms as you try to remember last night's events as you slowly wake up. You roll over onto your side, hearing the faint sound of a TV in the background, that's weird, you didn't have a TV in your room. And you were sure you didn't end up back at your apartment after that shit with Mark. You need to open your eyes but to be completely honest, you're a little scared too. You open one eye, seeing an unfamiliar living room. You look around with one eye, before feeling like you weren't alone. You dart up on the couch you were sleeping on, seeing the handsome men from earlier in the week. They were all scattered on the couch, trying to not be obvious at looking at you but most of them were failing.

“Um.” You begin, your voice is hoarse.

“Don't panic.” Chan smiles, getting onto the floor, in front of you. “You got into it pretty bad with your ex last night. You were really drunk, we brought you back here to keep you safe.” He explains. Flashes of your fight with Mark pop into your head. You nod, it made sense.

“I had nowhere to go.” You whisper.

“Yes that's right.” Chan agrees.

“So you brought me home… like an abandoned puppy.” You murmur.

“You could say that.” One smiles.

“Seungmin.” Chan snaps.

“You all know me.” You say, looking around the room. “But I don't know you.”

“Let's change that. I'm Chan, that's Hyunjin.” He says, pointing to the man he was with when he caught you. “Seungmin.” The man who pulled you back from getting hit. “Jeongin.” You knew from your class. “Felix.” The man in the bathroom. “Han and Minho.” The ones you ran into, literally. “And finally, Changbin.” he says, pointing to the last man.

“The one who made me a terrible coffee.” You say. Everyone erupts in laughter.

“Hey! I'm still learning! I also may have given you decaf.” He pouts.

“You've worked at coffee shops for years, you've never improved.” Hyunjin laughs.

“Well.” You say clearing your throat. “This has been informative… Thank you for last night. I really appreciate it, but I think I should be going home.”

“You're going back to him?” Jeongin asks.

“I don't…um, I mean yeah?” You whisper. “He's my boyfriend.”

“He cheated on you.” Jeongin reminds you.

“Relationships take work… You know? Ups and downs and shit. I shouldn't be talking about this with strangers. Fuck. I should be talking to him.” You mumble. “I need to go.” You whisper.

“Already?” Han asks, pouting slightly.

“He'll um… be wondering where I am.” You say. You look around the room and they all look disappointed in your decision to leave. While you appreciated the help, your relationship was in the trenches and being in a house alone with 8 hot as fuck men, wasnt doing anyone any favors.

“Guys, relax. We'll see you around campus. And if you need help… or a place to stay, let any of us know.” Chan smiles. “Minho can take you home.”

“Oh no, that's okay, really, I don't know how far I am from my place and I don't want to inconvenience anyone. You've done so much already. ”

“I'll take you. Let's go.” Minho says, grabbing keys from his pocket, heading towards the front door. You quickly get up and follow him, turning around to see the 7 men still sitting there watching you leave, almost like they were pleading with their eyes for you to stay.

But as it turned out you were only 5 blocks from your apartment and you got there too quickly. You weren't ready to face Mark and you had no idea what this morning was going to bring.

The second you opened the door, Mark was there, tears stains left on his cheeks, down on his knees as he cried, begging and pleading for you to give him another chance. There was something about seeing a grown man on his knees, crying and begging after being caught that just felt…right.

“Get up.” You scoff. “That's so embarrassing for you.” You murmur, walking around him and into the apartment.

You were raging. Seeing him made it all that much worse, especially down on the floor, and honestly made you question how in love with him you were… if you even were still.

“Y/n.” He begins, scrambling from his knees. “Please forgive me. Please, I'm begging you, I'm so sorry about everything. My attitude, the cheating, everything. Every single thing I've done in the last little while.” He huffs. Part of it feels genuine, but part of it feels almost forced, like there's an ulterior motive for his apology. “Please don't leave me. Please. I love you so much. I can't lose you!” He whines.

“You didn't love me that much when you had that girl in our bed, did you?” You laugh.

“It was a mistake! A stupid, stupid mistake. I love you and I'll change… for you!” He pleads.

No.

You loved him.

Don't.

You did love him.

Don't do it.

You loved him once.

Your inner voice was screaming at you to turn around and walk away, literally sleep on the street if you needed to but don't stay with him.

“Mark…” you pause. “This is out. I'm all out of fucks to give. You fuck it up this time and I'm fucking done.” You murmur.

Where the fuck was your backbone?

“Thank you baby, thank you. You won't regret it!” He smiles, wiping away his tears, wrapping his arms around you.

You knew you would regret it, but whether that was in an hour, a day or a year was yet to be seen.

“Good morning, beautiful.” You hear from beside you. You glance over to see Hyunjin standing there, a small smile on his face as he waits for the light with you.

“Good morning.” You murmur, your stomach fluttering and your heart racing. You could feel the redness creeping across your face. The walk signal begins flashing, Hyunjin reaches over, grabbing your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Seungmin told me about the first time you met.” He whispers. “Don't worry, I'll keep you safe.” He finishes, pulling you along the cross walk with him. Mark never did things like this, if you were walking with him, he'd be laughing and joking about the time you almost got hit by a car.

You're so flustered you can't respond to him. All you could focus on was the jolt of electricity that was flowing through your body, only that you'd never experienced before with anyone else. Once you're safely across the street, Hyunjin lets go of your hand, giving you a big grin, before taking off in the opposite direction of you.

You walk towards your class, glancing around the campus, when your eyes lock with Chan. He's leaning against a pillar, flipping through a notebook, and you almost start drooling. You watch him as you keep walking, the smile on his face never faltering as you walk past. He smiles at you, giving you a little wave before sneaking in a wink that makes your red face continue.

You got to class a little earlier than last time, praying there was more of a seat selection than there was last time. You open the door, it was almost empty. You smile walking in, picking a seat in the middle so you weren't too close but also not too far away. You unpack your backpack, setting up your desk when you hear the door open. Your head shoots up, seeing Jeongin walking in. Your heart starts racing as he sees you, flashing a gorgeous smile towards you. He walks up, sitting beside you again and this time you don't mind, but Jeongin sitting next to you made for a tough class. He couldn't not touch you. He had to have either his leg touching yours, or his arm touching yours, making you feel the jolts of electricity, just like you had felt with Hyunjin earlier in the morning.

Jeongin left class abruptly, while you took your time gathering your things. You weren't sure how many more interactions you could handle today. You walked out of the classroom, where you see one of Mark's best friends, San standing off to the side, twiddling his fingers. You watched him spot you, he takes a deep breath before he starts walking towards you. Suddenly his eyes go wide, he turns around and walks away from you. You're confused for a moment until you feel someone beside you.

“How was class?” Felix asks, a sultry smile on his face.

“I'm not sure.” You sigh, you barely remember a single sentence your professor said. Jeongin's cool body and the feeling of him beside you was extremely distracting.

“Jeongin?” He laughs.

“How'd you know?” You ask.

“It's the pull.” He murmurs. you wanted to ask him what that meant but he continued. “Ah, look at the time.” He laughs. “I have class. See you later.” He yells, rushing off.

You really didn't want to go to your last class but you did and when it was done you went home to collapse in bed. It was only Monday and Mark had sent you a text that he was out with the boys. So you knew you wouldn't see him for at least four days, if not more, that's if he was really with them. You didn't trust him, you didn't know if he was with them or the girl but you couldn't ask him. If you even joked a little about it he got so upset. That was a red flag and you knew it was, but you couldn't bring yourself to actually leave him because trust could regrow… right?

The next morning it was quiet. As you waited at the light, there was no one waiting there with you. As you walked through the campus for your early morning class you were alone and it felt weird. You walked to the coffee shop, desperately needing caffeine before your day truly started. You walked into the coffee shop, seeing Changbin behind the counter. You were going to keep it simple for him today, you did wonder how he kept his job if he couldn't make any coffee correctly.

“Hey, you.” He smiles. “What can I get you?”

“Can I get an iced latte… caramel.” You smile.

“Of course!” He says, turning around to make your drink. You didn't have much faith in him but you were hoping for the best.

“Hey baby.” You hear from behind you. Your heart sinks. You turn around, seeing Mark standing there with San, who was avoiding eye contact.

“Mark? What are you doing here?” You ask.

“I have class, too.” He says, walking towards you.

“One beautiful latte, for a beautiful girl.” Changbin announces, sliding a hot drink towards you with a smile, until he sees Mark. His smile drops, glaring at the man standing with you.

“Why are you calling my girlfriend beautiful?” Mark asks. He looks between you and Changbin. “Are you fucking the coffee man?” He scoffs.

“Oh fuck off, Mark. I'm not the fucking cheater here.” You spit, rolling your eyes. “Thanks, Changbin.” You say. He can see the sadness in your face and he can hear it in your voice. He watches you walk away, your mood completely ruined.

“Stay away from her.” Mark snaps at Changbin, who just smiles.

“Why? Are you scared she's going to leave you?” Changbin asks. “Because I'll let you in on a little secret.” He whispers, leaning closer to Mark. “She will leave you, because you fucking suck.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Mark scoffs. “She'll never leave me. Give me a coffee.” He demands.

“Sorry, all out of coffee for douchebags.” Changbin laughs. “Next!”

You just went through the motions of the day, your mind replaying the entire interaction from the morning over and over again. How could Mark think that you were cheating on him? You had never given him the slightest reason to doubt you. He was insecure. You knew that but he'd never accused you before, so why now? You shuffled through campus, ready to go home and hoped Mark wouldn't be there.

“Why so glum?” You hear from beside you. You look over and see Seungmin, shuffling his feet with you. “Is it about the whole thing this morning?” He asks.

You stopped in your tracks, looking at Seungmin. “How did you hear about that?”

“Changbin.” Seungmin says, shrugs his shoulders.

“You're all a bunch of gossips, aren't you?” You ask, glaring at him, making him laugh.

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “Sometimes.”

You keep walking, Seungmin continues to walk with you. “You shouldn't trust Mark, you know.” He mentions.

“Yeah, well he hasn't earned that back, not even close.” You mumble.

“Take care of yourself, okay?” He says. You turn to say something but he's gone. It feels like he was never even there. You go home to your empty apartment, thankful for the quiet you get that evening.

You cried yourself to sleep that night.

The next morning, you head to class, and all throughout the day you have no interactions with any of the men that have mysteriously come into your life. When you walked out of your last class, you're met with pouring rain. The sky was almost black, the wind slowly picking up. It made the knots in your stomach worse. All day you'd felt like something was wrong but you couldn't put your finger on it. You step out from under the shelter, deciding to brave the rain and walk home. You'd only make it a few steps before your arm is yanked. You turn around, seeing San, soaking wet, breathing heavily.

“What are you doing?” You yell.

“I have to tell you something!” He says back. “Mark…” He pauses.

“Is he okay?” You ask, worried for a second that something happened to him.

“He's fine but y/n… you need to know. He never stopped seeing Chae. He's still fucking around on you with her.” San admits.

You drop your hand to your side, it feels like your throat is beginning to close.

How could you have been so stupid to think that Mark was serious enough to stop cheating? Of course he was. You can feel the tears welling in your eyes as you sniffle. You're ready to collapse to the ground, hoping the earth would swallow you up and make you disappear.

“I'm sorry y/n… I really am.” San says, awkwardly putting his arm around you. You stand there, partially embraced by San as your head just spins 100 miles a minute. He says something to you that you don't really hear before walking away from you.

You feel your knees get weak, you're going to drop but before you can, you feel an arm tightly wrap around your shoulders, keeping you up right.

“I got you.” The voice murmurs. You look over to see Minho beside you, Han grabbing onto your other side, both men guiding you to Minho's car. They were both completely unbothered by the rain, whereas you were shivering like you were in the middle of a Canadian winter.

Minho opens the back passenger side door for you, letting you slide in before he rushes towards the driver's side and Han gets into the front. Minho starts the car and blasting the heat in the back pointing all the heaters towards you. You could feel the tears coming on but you didn't want to cry. Mark wasn't worth it to cry. He showed you who he was, all throughout the last 2 years and you just took it, you put up with it and gave him chance after chance. So now that he's fucked up again, it shouldn't hurt anymore. But it did, and you didn't know how to make it stop hurting.

Minho watched the road intensely for the short drive to the house. Neither of them spoke, thankfully. You couldn't do it right now. You were thankful he wasn't taking you back to your apartment because honestly, how do you tell someone you just met for the third time, that you can't go home because your boyfriend cheated on you, just like he did the second time you met. You felt so fucking stupid. The car pulls into the semi familiar driveway, turning off and the three of you sit there in silence. Not once did either ask you what was wrong, what happened or why you were so upset, but at the same time it was almost like they knew.

Of course they knew, they probably would have been able to spot what was going to happen next from a mile away.

“Do you want to sit in here or go inside?” Minho asks, breaking the silence. They both glanced back at you.

You weren't sure. You should probably go in, but you felt it to be a little strange. Going back into their house a few days later. You could just feel the “I told you so.” From Jeongin already.

You should have listened to the strangers. Before you can answer his question, the front door swings open, a pissed off looking Hyunjin stomps out onto the front porch. You watch as he and Chan argue, both of them looking like they were going to rip each other's throats out. For some reason, you felt compelled to get out of the car, like you needed to get in-between the two of them, so that's what you did. You left the car door open as you rushed up the steps, moving between the two fuming men.

“What the hell, you guys?” You snap.

Both their faces immediately soften as they look at you and your red, puffy face.

“Us? Why are you back? What happened?” Chan asks, grabbing onto your arm. His hand was like ice, it sent a chill down your spine.

“She just about collapsed in the rain.” Minho pipes up, closing your door for you. “We don't know why.” He murmurs, looking between Chan and Hyunjin.

“Come on, let's get you inside.” Chan murmurs, guiding you in. “We'll finish this later.” He says to Hyunjin, who follows closely behind you.

An hour, some hot coffee not made by Changbin, warm towels and blankets and some laughs later, you're dry with 8 men sitting around you, all of them desperate to ask you what happened but all of them waiting until you're ready to tell them.

“I guess you wanna know what happened?” You ask.

“Who? Us? Nah, if you're not ready.” Han smiles.

“Yeah actually, that's what we've all been waiting for. Spill it, L/N.” Seungmin says.

“One of Mark's friends… he uh, he told me Mark is still cheating on me.” You murmur.

“Are you surprised?” Minho asks. He seemed genuinely curious.

“I mean a little? He begged me like a little bitch to not leave him..” you mumble.

“I'm so glad I didn't serve him coffee.” Changbun murmurs under his breath.

“I'm sorry y/n.” Chan says. “What's your plan now?”

“Plan? I don't have a plan to be honest. I don't know what to do.” You sigh.

“You can stay here until you decide what you want to do.” Jeongin smiles.

“Yeah, as long as you need.” Hyunjin agrees.

“I have nothing. None of my stuff. Ugh. I can go back for a few days. When he hangs out with his friends he's gone for days at a time.” You mention.

“Well here, take my number, call me when he comes back and we'll come over and help you get your stuff out.” Chan says, putting his hand out for your phone. You give it to him, just in time for Han to mention something fun.

“You can come to the party!” Han smiles.

“Party?” You ask.

“Yeah, we're having a party on Saturday.” Felix confirms.

“A party sounds fun.” You say. “A good distraction.” And that's just what you needed. Was a night away from real life, something to take your mind off of the issues in your life.

But nothing ever works out quite the way you hope it will, does it?

[oh-no-its-bird]

Very rare nsfw Bird au !! Pls do not interact if ur a minor or I'll fucking kill myself, and then no one will get anymore Naruto content because I'll be dead

So, you know that one type of fic that's like "Tobirama sleeps Madara in an attempt to calm him the fuck down / give him something to focus on / tie him to the village so he will be less likely to leave or self destruct" ?

Ok so THAT. but now throw Hikaku in there to help. They are teaming up to try and tie Madara down before he doom spirals

Ok so. Hikaku and Tobirama talk about how they're worried about Madara's looming self implosion / mental state

Tobirama is like "don't worry, I'll take care of this."

And Hikaku is kinda press x to doubt but also kinda "alright, good luck"

Only for a couple days later Madara to seem to calm down / have become dramatically more smug and peaceful.

So, yk, Hikaku is like "woah, Senju-sama what did you do? Whatever it was, keep it up, this is wonderful I haven't seen him so level in months."

And Tobirama is like "Hmm. Yes. Letting him have his way with me certainly did seem to help calm him, didn't it?"

And Hikaku is like record scratch car crash noises "letting him WHAT."

So Tobirama explains that yeah, he let Madara fuck him. A lot. Also he would NOT shut up during it, which Tobirama also just kind of let happen which also seemed to help...? Double time therapy, I guess

And Hikaku is like. Head in his hands. If it works it works...? He guesses...? Oh my god he wish he didn't know this tho

BUT THEN.

Tobirama is gone for a week on a mission, and Madara is looking pretty bad. Like, sharp decline, he is in a bad way. And Hikaku, panicking, is like "oh fuck what would Tobirama do" and then ends up throwing himself at Madara out of desperation

It works !! Surprisingly well !! There were a couple hiccups at first maybe, but Madara and Tobirama were never exclusive or anything (and Madara might have partially agreed out of spite for Tobirama)

Madara calms down, Hikaku is left with his head spinning and very "fuckkkkk ok, too late to back out now. It worked, we are commiting"

Tobirama comes back and is pleased, less work for him. Good job Hikaku, he knew u were a real one

Now, this is purely tactical for Tobirama (at that point) it's a strategic fuck to calm Madara down, with a bonus of usually being good for him.

So he is pleasantly surprised Hikaku backed him up. He would have thought Hikaku might try and find someone else to throw at Madara, the fact he would sacrifice himself only further proves his loyalty to the village in his eyes

Hikaku one of the real ones fr, Tobirama's trust and respect in him is on the rise

Hikaku still has his head in his hands as he digests the fact this is his life now

Meanehile: In Madara's little world, rhe senju bastard AND his hot most loyal man in the world are throwing themselves at him. He is convinced he's winning.

And like, he is, to be fair. But only because of the mental illness

Madara is sitting around creating convoluted soap opera plot lines for the three of them in his head.

Like, he's imagining Hikaku and Tobirama office cat fighting over him, one of them getting jealous over the other, competing for his attention and affection. Two of Konoha's most powerful, well respected, high ranking shinobi... and they are fighting over Madara... he's so back..

Meanwhile Tobirama and Hikaku are telling eachother ab their recent Madara interactions and going "oh good, that should keep him calm for a few days" and nodding at eachother like "we are in this mess together, my brother in arms"

So, Madara ends up noticing the vibes in that corner and then he possibly ends up getting jealous of them spending too much time alone together (they are strategizing on what to do with/to him next) and gets even more pouty and mad even after they fuck, because "I bet this bitch was thinking about Tobirama/Hikaku the whole time >:(

(Meanwhile, Madara was the one thinking about the other the whole time. Mostly in the context of them joining them)

He finally snaps and rejects one of Tobirama's advances while saying something stupid shit like "why don't u just go sleep with HIKAKU, since I know thats where you REALLY wanna be. You think I haven't noticed you sneaking around with him, huh? Huh? Whore."

And Tobirama is like "are we seriously doing this now? Is this seriously what we are doing? Ok."

And Tobirama and Hikaku now have to strategize to come on to Madara TOGETHER or smthn, or at minimum put on some sort of production to feed into his sudden insecurities so they can guide him out of them

Madara meanwhile remains suspiciously fixated on the idea of them sleeping together (without him!!!! How dare they!!!!)

All of that is to say:

Tobirama and Hikaku end up sleeping together for Madara and having to put on a big show of it just to make Madara feel like he still has the power here.

Tobirama is largely indifferent to this turn of events, Hikaku remains "oh my god how is this my fucking life" but also "well. It's for the greater good, I guess. Not like it's a horrible fate for me."

So anyways: Hikaku and Tobirama alliance to try and calm Madara the fuck down via fucking and letting him fuck them. Pass it on.

[jube-art]

The man in his arms is crying harder now, holding onto Clark, sobbing out words in a tongue totally alien, grabbing tightly onto the fabric of Clark’s hero costume, of his family crest.

Oh.

“-El” the man in his arms gasps out a familiar word around the strange conglomeration of quick, flowing sentences and it makes no sense.

Krypton was dead. They had imploded under the weight of a dying planet years ago now, fallen under their own hubris. Now here sits a skeleton of an empire, sinking down onto his knees as Clark guides him down, sobbing into the stagnant, dusty air.

“Speak. Slowly.”. Clark’s own grasp on Kryptonian is self taught, rusty from missuse, and full of errors he doesn’t bother to knock out because the computer still understands his commands and Kara told him long ago to never butcher the langage near her again. He never expected to be able to speak with somebody. Never expected to have to.

“Is. It. Safe?” the man begs, curling into the wide breath of Clark’s chest. “Outside?”

Clark shakes his head. The man is in no condition to leave the ship, he’d freeze in an instant out there, even in the warming heat of the spring months. Antarctica is a fickle mistress and is more likely to throw a snowstorm than behave. “It is too cold” Clark tells him. “You need to-“ Clark doesn’t know the word for rest, so he goes with the second immediate problem. “Eat.”

The man just grips his hands against Clark’s chest harder, pressing against it, hiccuping against the tears. “My children first. Please.”

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an au where Bruce (and his children) survive krypton, and spend years trying to find a planet that is viable, slowly starving in cryptosleep, before finally stumbling onto the scout ship that landed on earth :)

[sillyboycam]

“I would bring you rings of gold, I’d even sing you poetry!”

“Oh would ya’?~”

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I told you they’ve been on my mind.

Oh yeah, I also watched one of my favourite movies httyd2 and y’know… got a little into it as usual..

I’ve had this idea in my mind for a while, definitely before I watched httyd2 but AFTER watching season 2 of Arcane I decided “Man, this would make a GREAT drawing” .

And here we are!

Anyways this is a sort of “Au” I’ve made, Viktor as Valka, leaving and everyone thinking he’s “dead”.

While I put Jayce as Stoic, because, in retrospect they’re both people of power. Leaders that have a pretty tough life, along with losing their loved one(s). Also, Jayce finally got a beard and you know what Stoic looks like.

Since Valka and Stoic obviously had Hiccup, in my mind I think Jayce and Viktor both adopted a kid to be theirs. (Also to be the next chieftain, since they’re both men of course.) His name is Jekkel, and he’s similar to each of them in terms of appearance. His personality leaning a little towards Viktor’s rather than Jayce’s.

They’d also adopt a little girl named Viyati. (They were especially happy with the name since they picked it themselves) Viyati is the youngest dragon rider of her tribe so far. Her personality is definitely more like Jayce’s as she’s always putting herself and her brother out there. With, of course, boundaries kept in place as Jekkel isn’t usually one to actually want to be out there.

So Viyati always respects him and his needs.

>>>>>>

Viktor’s dragon would be a LightFury,

Jayce’s would be a TimberJack,

Jekkel’s would be a DeathSong,

And (ironically) I think I’d give Viyati a Screaming Death. (ie, smallest little dragon rider gets a big ass scary looking dragon, and it loves her)

>>>>>>

In this Au neither Jayce nor Viktor would die, but, would come super duper close to it many, many times.

>>>>>>

Viktor’s clothes consist of a big white hood rimmed with white tipped red fur, and lots of designs traced onto the hood itself in an off-white.

A black Viking tunic with purple embroidery along the edges and the neckline adorns him, with armour on his chest. Black and scaled.

His arms would be wrapped in white leather from the forearm down, tied in neat bows.

Giant white fur boots with black pants is what he wears on the daily. A spiky belt adorns his sleek waist.

Last thing, he has black scaled arm warmers! In which the white leather wraps around. In a cute bow of course.

>>>>>>

Jayce’s outfit would be a bit more complex, as well as the kids, so if you’d like me to go more in depth I’d be happy too! (Just not in this post, I’m not one to make long descriptions lol)

>>>>>>

Viktor is actually married to Jayce in this one! Their wedding was beautifully done (weeps…) and their rings were gorgeous. This means, the whole family is a Talis!

So that’s; Jayce Talis, Viktor Talis, Jekkel Talis, and Viyati Talis. Also Jayce’s mother, Ximena Talis. She’s a very important figure in the village, a wizard with talents for medicine.

>>>>>>

I have tons of more ideas and I’d love to tell you them all. If you’re interested, let me know!

Anyways this might’ve already been done… but I’m not sure. If it has do let me know! I’d love to chat with that person ;]

Okay,

I hope you enjoy this one!

Love you all

as always art is by me —————> @sillyboycam

[writememysticfalls]

7 Minutes in Heaven | Damon Salvatore

Summary: You're stuck in the prison world with Damon Salvatore, college hottie and your worst enemy. You find yourself in a steamy situation with him...

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x witch!reader

Genre: Enemies to lovers AU, Badboy!Damon, Witch!Y/n, Set in S6 in the prison world

Word Count: <1k

You walked in to the Salvatore living room to find Damon breaking off pieces of the coffee table and throwing them at the wall to create tiny explosions.

“Great” he said without turning. “It's the fun police. Look, it'll all be fixed by tomorrow. Groundhog-Yay, am I right?”

You had been trapped in this other world, forced to repeatedly relive the same day, for over three months. It didn't matter what you did, as the world was reset every day.

Damon threw another piece of wood, and it burst into flame in the air.

“Witchy?” Damon said, spinning around.

You smiled. “If you're going to self-destruct, at least do it properly.”

You flung, burned and destroyed until most of the living room was a smoking mess. Sitting in the centre of it, Damon knocked back a bottle of bourbon.

“Gimme,” you said, sitting down next to him.

“Woah,” Damon said. “This place has officially broken you.”

“Ha-ha,” you said, grabbing the bottle. You gulped down some bourbon, then coughed, pressing your hand over your mouth. “Why do you drink this stuff?” you croaked.

“You're doing it all wrong,” Damon said, taking a gulp and holding it in his mouth. “Leave it on your tongue,” he swallowed, “then feel the burn in your throat.”

You followed his instructions, then sighed with joy. “I see. My chest feels so warm I almost forget that my heart is a cold, empty pit of sadness.”

“A-ha,” Damon said. “You've finally got bourbon.” He threw the empty bottle, shattering it. “I… told Elena I never wanted to see her or hear her voice again. I crushed her. And now… I’m dead. And that's how she'll remember me.”

You nodded. “You wanna talk crappy goodbyes? The last thing that I said to my boyfriend before getting stuck here was that he was a jerk."

You both laughed, so hard that you started hiccupping.

“You're such a nerd,” Damon said. “Honestly, what did your boyfriend see in you? I've seen the guy, he's jacked. He has options.”

“Um, Elena could've had Stefan. Why the hell did she pick you?” you said.

You rested your head on Damon’s shoulder. It felt so good that you snuggled into his chest. Slowly, Damon let a hand stroke your hair and then rested it on your shoulder. It was the first time you had touched since you had arrived here. Neither of you spoke for a while, just enjoying this moment of frozen time.

You felt Damon’s eyes on you, and slowly looked up at him. He had that rare wide-eyed expression on that made him look almost gentle.

“You might be an uptight - witch, but you're a decent drinking buddy,” Damon murmured.

“You might be a self-absorbed, murderous jerk… but you're not so bad yourself,” you replied.

Damon leaned into you, his face open and questioning. You let your eyes slip shut. Briefly, your lips met. Damon was clearly a good kisser. His lips were soft and sweet, surprisingly gentle. You wondered if Damon had kissed Elena and Caroline the same way - and you quickly pulled away.

“Nope,” you said, jumping to your feet. “Nope, nope, nope.”

Damon shuddered. “The phrase - ‘not even if we were the last people on earth’ springs to mind.”

You crossed your arms, gazing into the fireplace. “Mention this to no one?”

“No one,” Damon agreed.

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[sturnlsstuff]

Heyyy, I was the one that did the ghostface!matt request where he got hurt and I just wanted to say that it was so so sooo good.

If you’re still taking requests I was wondering if you could write ghostface!Chris this time and him being out doing his ‘thing’ but then he finds the reader absolutely hammered outside a frat party and he like physically carries her out… you can take the rest from there and make it angsty or smutty I don’t mind.

I’m so excited for the new au that you have in store!!>.<

well, this is longer than i intended 😭 and it's from chris's pov !! thank u for the request queen 😽

[ mentions of murder & blood ]

chris crept through the bushes at the back of the frat house, the muffled music and people's laughter echoing in his ears. he knew it wouldn't last long - he had about five minutes until someone noticed the dead guy covered in blood floating in the pool. the situation was, to put it mildly, not really looking good for chris, he had to evacuate from there quick. he was aware doing it in the frat house where the party was going on full swing was very risky, but he kind of enjoyed the adrenaline that comes with it.

he curses under his breath when he almost trips over a branch, his irritation increases, but he finally climbs the gate behind the large trees and jumps to the other side, getting out of the frat house property. he sighs deeply relieved, glad that it was dark enough so no one would notice him even if they wanted to. he just had to sneak up unnoticed to his car, which was parked at the end of the street, hidden in the shadow.

easy, right? right.

he's absolutely careful and ready to get out of here, but when he's near the entrance to the house property, he hears a loud curse and only sees two pairs of high heels thrown into the middle of the empty road while the girl falls with her ass to the ground, giving up and lying on the cement. he would ignore it completely, too worried that he literally had a moment to get away from the crime scene, when he hears another mutter and realization hits him like a wave.

it was your voice.

"what the fuck..." he whispers to himself as you keep laying on the ground, the wheels turning in his head.

he knew he had to get out of here as soon as possible, but first he had to find out what was wrong with you. chris wasn't at the party for obvious reasons, although everyone, including you, thought he just went on a trip with his brothers that weekend.

he curses under his breath and moves towards you, hiding behind cars and feeling like a complete idiot, but he had to be careful - so that no one would notice him even from a distance. the situation was awfully dangerous for him.

chris kneels beside you, looking around then back at you, "the fuck y'doing?"

your eyes flutter open finding him— well, his ghostface mask and you scream, urging him to cover your mouth with his hand to muffle it. "shut the fuck up, are you insane? jesus—" he looks around again, but clearly whatever noise you just made wasn't louder than the music playing inside the frat house. he looks back at you, his eyebrows furrowed in thought at your state, noticing the dilated pupils, flushed cheeks, smeared makeup and basically just you looking like a mess. "gonna be quiet? no screamin', yeah?" he waits until you nod and takes his hand from your mouth, trying to pull you up into a sitting position, but you were completely resisting, muttering something under your breath. "kid, c'mon—"

"leave— hiccup— me alone— hiccup."

something clicks in his head at the way you just don't want him to even touch you. he grabs your jaw, trying to get a better look on your face, "do you even know who i am?" at his question all you do is trying to push his hand away, a strange feeling spread across his chest, seeing that you were just completely wasted, not even being able to recognize him. "it's me," he mutters and tries to pull you up again. "-- chris," he adds.

"noooooo, he's not here..." you mumble with a cute pout on your lips, but doesn't fight him when he urges you to sit up. he looks around again just to make sure no one sees you two.

"m'here, dumbass. you completely out of it, huh? don't move—" he sighs and quickly grabs your shoes from the road, pushing them into your hands. "now let's get outta here..." he attempts to get you to stand up, but your body completely refuses to cooperate.

"you're noootttt chris..." your words slurring together. he rolls his eyes, "just get up— fuck, can you—"

then a scream echoes through the air, so loud it can be heard even over the music playing. and chris knows.

he doesn't have any time now.

"fuck—" a slight panic in his chest as you still aren't able to stand, mumbling gibberish under your breath, but he ignores it and simply picks you up bridal style, one arm under your knees, the other around your waist. your head immediately leans against his chest. "hold on tight," he mumbles and starts walking quickly towards the end of the street where his car was, hearing the music from the house turn off, which means he has a few minutes before someone calls the police and before they get here. "where am i goingggg?"

"home," he answers shortly, finally reaching his car. after opening it, he manages to wrestle you into the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt and quickly walking around it, getting inside. he takes off his mask and gloves, running a hand through his messy hair, not even noticing you looking at him, too focused on starting the car and driving as far away from this place as possible without getting noticed. "chrisssss," you mumble with a drunken smile, finally recognizing his gorgeous features, feeling much better when you're sure it's him.

his heart beats faster slightly at the way you say his name, so innocently and cute, like it's the most natural thing in the world to be sitting in his car, drunk out of your mind and looking up at him with those fucked up pupils. his lips twitch into a little smile as he looks back at the road. "stop starin' at me like that, it's creepy as fuck."

"creepy?" you let out a giggle, leaning your head back against the seat, eyes still on him. "mhmm," he hums, constantly glancing at the rearview mirror as he drove through some streets to make sure he wouldn't get caught by the police. well, they wouldn't know it's him anyway, but still, he preferred to be careful.

"i'm not creepy, you are."

"sure," he scoffs. "you scared of me now?"

you keep the smile on your face looking at him through half-opened eyes, "noooo..."

"so what's your point, hm?"

"you're just so hot."

his attention is drawned to you again, a small smirk playing on his lips. he knows you wouldn't be so eager to compliment him while sober. "yeah? think m'hot?"

you nod confidently, "yessss, soooo sexy in that mask and without ittttt—"

"damn, you're really hammered," he shakes his head in disbelief and looks back at the road. "i'm not..." your eyebrows furrow together. he's amused by your attempt to stay indignantly offended even while completely wasted. "a'ight, princess," he mocks. "jus' don't puke all over my fuckin' car."

"m'not gonna..."

"yeah, you better not."

"whereeeeee were you?" you ask out of sudden after a few minutes of silence, just as he parks his car in front of your apartment. "takin' care of business," he replies simply, unbuckling his seatbelt and removing the black robe he had on, hiding it under the seat along with the mask and his dirty knife. after getting out of the car, he tries to help you stand, but it's literally impossible so once again — he's carrying you inside the building.

"where's your key?" he asks as your fingers play with the heels you still had in your hands. "somewheree," a drunken smile on your lips when he curses and puts you on your feet, his arm still supporting you while his other hand searches through your purse, until he finally finds your keys. a moment later he's half-dragging, half-carrying you inside, slamming the door shut with his foot and walking straight to your room, where he turns on a small bedside lamp and lays you gently on the mattress.

"how much did you drink tonight, hm?" he asks, pulling you up to the sitting position, and starting to help you out of the jacket that's thrown on the chair along with your purse moments later. "m'not sure," you giggle as he takes the shoes out of your hands, putting them aside too.

"only drank?"

you shake your head with a smile, falling back down on the bed again. "no?" he looks at you, eyebrow arched up. "what else?"

"i don't knowww..."

"mhm, that ain't lookin' like weed only," he says more to himself than to you, your pulpits stil dilated. it makes you chuckle again, but he just rolls his eyes and disappears in the kitchen, moment later coming back with a glass of water. "c'mon, gotta drink a lil' bit. don't need ya to throw up all over y'self," he sits on the edge of your bed, helping you to sit up and putting the glass in your hand.

you take a long sip, a few drops running down your chin, chris shakes his head amused. "good?" you nod, mumbling something and giving him the empty now glass back. he wipes your skin with his hand, also messing up your lipgloss even more, at what he grimaces and tries to get this off his hand. "fuckin' sticky..." he struggles a bit, then after eventually getting his hand clean, he looks up at you again just to notice your big grin. "not funny," he mumbles slightly annoyed, but there was no real bite in his tone. when you giggle in response, he rolls his eyes. "you're fuckin' hopeless," despite himself, he feels a smirk tugging at his lips. "a'ight lay down—"

you huff, shaking your head like a child, "this off."

"what?"

"it's so tight," you complain.

"huh?" he questions, studying your flushed face more carefully. then it clicks. "your dress is too tight?" of course it fucking is, dumbass.

you nod with a pout. he looks down your body, the black dress squeezing you like a sausage casing. he sighs and reaches behind you, unzipping the thing. "how do you even breathe in that shit..."

he gets a shrug from you in response and after a little struggle, he finally manages to get you out of the dress, throwing it on the chair. you lay back, now only in your bra and panties, looking like a hot mess. he starts looking for some shirt for you to sleep in.

"chrisssss, c'mereeee...."

"be patient," he retors and finally finds some big shirt, only to realize that it was the one he thought he lost. he looks back at you with disbelief, "is this fuckin' mine?"

you can even see properly, mind fuzzy so you just shrug with another giggle.

"can't believe that shit," he sighs and helps you put the shirt on. you were complaining for some reason, not wanting to cooperate. "kid— just... jesus christ, what are you doing?"

"i don't wannaaaaa..."

"my shirt?" he raises an eyebrow, not understanding your problem now. then you give him that look, a smile playing on your lips, "i wanna fuckkkkk—"

"what?" he's taken back slightly, then tries to hold back a laugh. so not only you were drunk, but horny too. how nice. "yeah, no. now put this on."

"why not?" you pout, but give in, finally letting him help you, his shirt loosely hanging on your petite frame, reaching mid thigh. cute. "m'not pretty?"

"'n who said that?" he tosses a blanket over your body as well. "you're drunk off your ass, talkin' nonsense."

you settle more comfortably, watching him through barely opened eyes. "not true...."

"yeah, wanna fuck, but can't even keep your eyes opened. sure, kid."

"you just don't want me," the expression on your face clearly upset, makes something in his stomach flip. he runs a hand across his face at your stupid sulking. "don't be ridiculous," he scoffs. "just not now, a'ight? so shut up and go to sleep, would ya?"

"you leaving?"

"nah," he shakes his head, taking off his clothes.

"sleep with me?"

"that's my plan," he mutters, biting back a smile. once he's just left in his boxers, he slips under the covers beside you. a smirk tugs at his lips as he watches your pathetic attempt at maintaining consciousness. immediately scooting closer, you rest your head on his chest, arm wrapped around his waist, which catches him off guard. you both still weren't good at this cuddling shit, but he assumes you're too drunk to care.

it takes him a few minutes to realize that not only you're completely passed out now, but he was also playing with your hair without even realizing it. he scoffs at himself, adjusting the blanket over your shoulders and feeling like a complete loser. he wasn't planning on going all soft on you, but damn.

drunk you is too cute for his liking.

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[chebyshevptera]

So i know you said no destiny swap Cole leaks yet but… what about Morro wtehrbgdhd

No pressure your au just really interests me and i love reading you yap about it

okYESSSSA :33 THIS I CAN! Anything for u of course asrik I Know ur the Morro fan ever

the hiccup braids are courtesy of hellz and cappy btw . ok yayyyyy Morro stuff under cut !!

morro is the elemental master of ice, the oldest member of the team, and their leader. in destinyswap, he is a very solid, intelligent guy, … as well as the epitome of a 90s sitcom older brother that leans against the doorframe and makes stupid comments .

he prefers close combat and taking the time to think before he acts . even though he’s pretty impulsive by nature, he knows that he has to reel it in because his team is, frankly, full of idiot kids that need his guidance

backstory …..pretty similar to canon morro. financially unstable, living on the streets, yada yada …. except morro’s family is recently dead, so he’s all alone trying to survive. one day, he is caught attempting to climb the wall to the monastery , and instead of being scolded or threatened, his unkempt appearance … causes garmadon and misako to take pity on him . after a meal and some questioning about his home , he is taken in by the couple

n that’s basically it! morro adjusts to a new way of life, much more forgiving and exciting than what he was doing before . misako helps to homeschool him and catch him up to the grade level that he should be at for his age . lloyd becomes extremely attached to morro, viewing him as a brother of sorts, and morro feels the same way towards lloyd; they become inseparable . eventually, garmadon teaches him prophecies and elements and such, all the things that he has already taught lloyd, and morro soon learns that he , himself, is an elemental master

(and because morro staying at the monastery did not begin with a life of training and the promise of a destiny such as the green ninja’s, he didn’t develop the obsession that canon morro did , and his training as the elemental master of ice was a lot more stable and fulfilling)

somewhere along the lines, garmadon finds another elemental master, zane, who seems just as lost and uncomfortable as morro was when he was first taken in. morro does his best to soothe him. he understands. he learns that zane is one hell of a craftsman .

and then there’s another, kai, who is angry and stressed and constantly straining himself in an attempt to improve . his little sister has been kidnapped , and morro knows what it’s like to lose a sibling. he does his best to soothe kai. it doesn’t work , not at first , not really, but he tries anyway.

and when nya is saved , and when her fate as the green ninja is sealed, morro does his best to soothe her, too. she’s begun feeling like she has to do everything on her own, handle the world because that’s her situation now, and he gets it, because he was in her shoes once , too. maybe their situations weren’t the same, but he understands bearing the weight of your world on your shoulders

anyway

that’s all I can reveal for now <3

have some ds morro facts : )

- he’s the most agile on the team for a while !

- he’s kind of a jungle gym for lloyd and harumi . they beggggg him to carry them around and they cling to his legs while he tries to walk, so he has to stumble down the hallway like he’s stepping in snow .

- even though he tries to be calm, he has a pretty short temper, . however, he’s learned to …… cope with it (he once put his entire palm over kai’s face and then pushed him into the couch cushions because he was being rude)

- since unlocking his true potential , when he’s really emotional, snowflakes flurry around his face . he wasn’t aware of this for a while

- he likes to give gifts , so if he sees something that reminds him of someone when he’s out and about , he absolutely will make sure to buy it

- coffee addict …..

- he really likes LIZARDS! for his 18th birthday, he got a tattoo of one on his right side

- he has a fancy sword collection…… swords he never uses. They’re just hanging on his wall

- he’s kind of just, good at everything . which can be really aggravating… especially when he beats all of kai’s high scores

- his pokemon card deck consists of GHOST TYPES!!!!!!… this was not an intentional callback. but it gets me sometimes

blahblah yap yap

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