#edit: i see mistakes already but god damn it i am too tired to care

[wizard-laundry]

some recent sillies

[jitter-bug]

Just Like Me

Taglist: @artemisfowl11

Nines x Reader (Detroit: Become Human)

A/n: Did I hear costumes with a plot twist? And 10x scary???👀 so that the request wouldn't be too short ???🔫👀 I certainly fuckin' did. This one is too long. Sorry for rush. I love you :') plz enjoy(plz) I have so many request. And I am getting around to all of them. So don't worry for anyone that's waiting for your request, they will get done I promise! (Plz don't hurt me--)❤ enjoy- p.s I also had a hard time choosing the costume. I wanted something race neutral because as a person of color myself. There's not many couple costumes out there, that...you know. So 😌 uh. I had to run off a limb here for all my POC readers. (Gang gang 😩) (give me feedback if you any more of this, I know some people messaged me about continuing Fear. I don't do series. But I'll do em' we lit over here😩😪💅) p.s.s I edited it to gender neutral, so sorry for any errors-- (donthurtme)

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"What do you mean, no?" The defeated tone of the detective echoed through the bullpen. Arms crossed as they stared at Hank. He was sitting at his desk. A hand placed on the desk as he stared at the terminal. In a way so he wouldn't have to stare at the perplexed expression of Y/n. 

"Kid. I'm too damn old to be dressing up in costumes." Was his reply. 

Y/n had woken up that very morning. An idea engraved in their brain like their body threatened them to remember it and not let the wonderful idea go. 

The DPD was throwing a Halloween party. Which was really a celebration for Chris, he was finally promoted to being an official Detective, and for his celebration. There would be a themed party. Considering the fact that Halloween was creeping in around the corner. Y/n soon thought that they wanted to wear a costume, with someone that is. They thought sharing laughs or even going to the party dressed as characters would be fun and yet entertaining. Their first thought was Hank. But, he undoubtedly shot the idea down. And declined. Hank saw the unamused expression on their face when he tore his gaze from the terminal. Their fist was planted on his desk. As their hand was on their hip. Their eyebrows furrowed. Giving him a look that he was used to seeing when they helped him speak with suspects in the interrogation room. Though, their expression was not as hard and more so serious.

Connor, who was sitting at his desk. Across from Hank. Stared between the two. His LED teetering back and forth from yellow to stark red. 

"Go ask Gavin." Hank brought up the name that seemed alien to him as he scoffed slightly at his name. Y/n quickly lost their expression before shaking her head. They couldn't say Y/n and Gavin were enemies. But they haven't interacted with each other to a point where Y/n would see themself asking him to join them on their dress up crusade. 

"No." They replied. Hank has been staring at the ceiling. Arms crossed. Once hearing Y/n once again. He landed his gaze back onto them. His index finger tapping his arm. 

"Go ask your partner."

-

Nines stared at Y/n. The two staring right through each other, but Y/n could feel themself crumble under his steel gaze. His eyebrows furrowed slightly. In an attempt to see through Y/n. 

Nines originally was Gavin Reed's partner. Until Chris was recently promoted to a Detective and made to be Gavin's partner. Which pulled Y/n from Hank and Connor, into being Nine's newest partner. 

Before then. They hadn't really interacted with him. Occasional greetings and ludicrous jokes between Y/n and Gavin. In which the rk900 ignored, he never cared to learn much about Y/n- or anyone at the station at that. He was reserved, observant, stern and very stoic. He...lacked certain things other deviant androids had. 

Emotions. 

People around the prescient knew about him. But never spoke to him, reasons being his lack of expressing himself gave people the assumption that Nines was genuinely just a rude android. Which...Y/n could see why. He didn't tolerate childish behavior, at all. Rarely participated in any outings the station threw, such as celebrations if someone was promoted. Birthday parties. Or just a genuine outing to celebrate and catch up with one another. Nines was always at the station, he - In a way deemed to separate himself from others. His eyebrows were always furrowed. In a way to resemble a scowl of some sort...which he always did. 

Of course, Y/n could somewhat tolerate him, once they were paired together, Nines was non-stop pestering Y/n with things they needed to get done, things that weren't done right. He always pointed out the imperfections and mistakes rather than the good. Y/n couldn't say they were exactly friends with the rk900. He made it hard for it to be anything other than being partners. But, today was the day, Y/n decided it would be best to try and find a way through his cold exterior. 

Nines didn't say anything. Y/n held her hands behind her back. The slightest smile trying to make its way onto their face. "So...I was thinking." 

They started. They didn't feel nervous. But rather awkward from the sudden request. Nines didn't say anything. Instead keep his arms behind his back as Y/n slowly sat down on the desk. Planting their hands on their knees. "I was thinking, maybe me and you should go to Chris's celebration together tomorrow night, you know. As partners? Amigos? Buddies?" Y/n reached up. Placing a half-heartedly punch on Nine's shoulder. 

"And. You know. Dress up? Costumes? I'd think you'd enjoy it. You know, you've been really working your heart out for these past few weeks Nines, and I think maybe you would like a break. You know, wind down." They explained. In their head. The explanation was fool-proof. Nines had been working a lot. In fact. The whole station was. With the new cases of Red Ice popping up around Detroit. Everyone had constantly been on their toes. 

"I'm incapable of getting tired, Detective." Nines replied. He turned to fully face Y/n. His arms that were once behind his back, now by his side. 

Y/n felt themself run into a dead end. 

"I know that Nine's I'm not stupid." She muttered. Instead of replying. He only stared at her. Blinking once, that was so it took. Y/n could tell what he was thinking. They sneered.

"That's not funny, I'm serious."

"My apologies. I was unaware I was making a joke--"

"Anyway!" Snapping their fingers to get back on track. Y/n sighed. Rubbing their temple before looking back at Nine's form.

"If. You go to the party with me, and agree to wear a costume with me. I promise I'll stop fooling around on the field." They tried to compromise watching as Nine's was already turning away from her to walk over to his desk. 

"I'll even stop making those lame ass jokes for an entire week. I can't say for..forever, But I mean a week has to be at least decent." They spoke up. Raising their voice so he could listen. 

"A month." Nines said. His back turned from them. But Y/n could see him grabbing stacks of papers and placing them in their designated manilla folders. Y/n stared at his back. Eyebrows furrowed as they tried to piece together what he meant, the rk900 seemed to be aware of how perplexed she was. 

"You'll focus on the assigned case you have, without constantly getting distracted, for a month. If you can agree to that. Then you've found yourself someone to go to the party with."

He explained. Y/n jumped slightly, the excitement shot through them like electricity, sparking them to life. This was new! Certainly new!

"Wait, are you serious? Oh my god!" They squealed. Kicking their feet so hard Y/n was afraid their shoe would fly off, flying across the room. As funny as the scenario might sound, Y/n was too distracted with the offer to worry about anything else. 

"1 month?" They asks. 

"1 month." He repeats. 

"I mean...what about 2 weeks?" They bargained. A month, where they couldn't bullshit around at work. It felt like a sin to Y/n.

"1 month."

"But...Nines that's too long." They tried to whine. But Nines turned around. Holding the folders in his hands. 

"1 month." He repeats.

"2 weeks?"

"1 month."

"....3 weeks?"

"1 month."

"No! Come on. 2 weeks. Take it or leave it!" Y/n shoots their hands in the air. Drastically expressing their distress. But Nines didn't seem to show an ounce of sorrow or care for the matter.

"Do I hear 2 months?"

"Okay, no! 1 month!" 

With what Y/n assumed would be the end of the discussion to Nines. He nods. 

"Okay then. Now. What is it that you have planned?"

-

"Okay. So. I think maybe we should do something scary. 2 years ago. Me and Hank dressed up as clowns, and scared the hell out of Gavin. It was hilarious." Y/n absently spoke. They searched through their phone for ideas that may spark interest in them. Deciding on creating something new and from scratch. 

Nines was busy placing items in Y/n's bag so the two could leave the station and do whatever it was Y/n had in store.

Nines zipped up the bookbag before turning away from the desk to face. Only to find them already examining his form. 

The yellow soon took the place of the blue on his LED. His eyebrows furrowed. 

"What?" He asks. Y/n hummed. 

"I was thinking of what would suit you." They replied. As they spoke Nines handed Y/n their bookbag, which they thanked him before slipping it on over their shoulders. 

"We can head to my house and see ideas from there." Y/n started. Adjusting the straps onto their shoulders as they took several steps forward towards the exit. They didn't have much time from now till tomorrow night, the gears in Y/n's head were turning. What should they do? What should they dress as for their costumes? And most importantly. Make sure Nines had a good night out for his first ever outing. 

Y/n placed the phone back in theirpocket. Before reaching over to unlock the door. They felt Nines walk behind them, swatting and flicking their hand away from the latch to open the door. 

"I'm driving. You get to the passenger side and think about what your plan will be." Nines spoke. Y/n flinched their hand away from the latch. 

"Ow, okay, okay--" they made their way around the car to the passenger side. Y/n was positive the only real reason he wanted Y/n to sit out on driving was because last time they were behind the wheel, a favorite song of theirs that they vaguely remembered from some time ago came on the radio station when they were patrolling the downtown area of Detroit. 

All Y/n could say was how Nines was extremely pissed with their screeching out lyrics that he wasn't paying attention to. More of Y/n's abrupt screaming. Which is why he didn't want them touching the wheel while he was in the car with them.

Slipping inside the car. Y/n closed the door. Hearing from their opposite side that Nines was in the car as well. 

"Keys." He spoke up. Y/n automatically reached in their dress pants pockets in search of the keys. Once feeling the cool metal against their digits. They handed them to Nines. Where as he started the car. 

Y/n slide off their bookbag. And turned to toss it in the back of the car. Where a paper bag was seen lazily balled up on the floor. Seeing the Red Ice cases increased exponentially, there were many stakeouts that Y/n and Nines were assigned to. Sitting out in the car for long periods of time did spike up an appetite in Y/n's stomach every once in a while. Of course, Nines scolded them for not eating before arriving on the scene, but that didn't stop them from getting food. 

Once situated and Nines driving down the street. Y/n slipped their phone back out. 

"So. How do you feel being a butcher?" They asks. Nines stared at the road. Silent for a moment as he contemplated what Y/n said. 

"A butcher..? Odd, how would that in any way be a good costume?" He asks. Y/n placed their phone their lap. 

"Bloody butcher. You know. Kill people? Chop chop? Blood. Chains and all that jazz." They replied. Flipping through the many photos of cheap costumes that would wear out in later than a few months if they were to purchase one.

"I can't make a firm decision on what to wear. You do that." He spoke up. Y/n hummed in acknowledgment. As much as they wanted Nines to choose for himself. He often had a hard time doing so. Of course he did things his own way, but only for a purpose of doing his job. Completing his mission. 

"Well then. Butcher it is," they replied. 

Once making it into the warm house that groped around Y/n with its comforting warmth. Y/n dropped their bookbag on the ground by the couch. Plopping down onto the cushion. And letting out a long needed sigh. They heard Nines close and lock the front door. 

The tension in Y/n's muscles slowly eased its way into relaxation. This wasn't the first time Nines had seen Y/n's place. Only resorting to be at their doorstep to wake them up at ungodly hours for emergency crime scenes that so happened to pop up out of nowhere. Or to drive them home when they are tired to do it half the time themself.

The TV was still on playing from earlier in the morning when Y/n left. On the same channel and same soft spoken volume. 

"Alright. Come on. Sit." They finally mustered up the energy to speak. Nines - who was standing next to the couch, took a seat next to Y/n as they opened their phone once more. 

"So. I was thinking on the way here. A bloody butcher. Both you and I. I think that would be fun." They proclaimed it was some extremely good news. But to Nines, it was more of good news to Y/n, but he didn't say anything. His pale optics pierced Y/n's face. His eyebrows raised slightly. Y/n gave him a smile, one of reassurance. "Oh come on, don't worry. You'll love it. I saw you have a knack for violent things." They chuckled. Moving over to their coffee table to pick up the laptop that was sitting on it. Nines LED flickered a stark red. 

"I'm assuming you would think I'm a violent person because of how I handle things on the field?" It didn't sound like much of a question.

 "Well duh. You do tend to man-handle the hell out of the suspects." Y/n replied. Nines didn't say anything else. Instead, watch as Y/n typed into the computer. After a while. They sat back on the couch and glanced at Nines. 

"This should work out. Not to mention be a good sight for my budget." They said. Y/n turned the laptop around and showed a photo of the costume, which was just general ideas of what items they planned on looking for. 

Nines stared at the screen. His LED circling around. Once. Twice. Before turning yellow. 

"Are you purchasing these from a store?" He asks. Y/n nods. Nines nods as well. 

"Yeah. Tomorrow after work we both are going to go gather the materials to put together the costume. Oh, this should be fun! Believe it or not. Gavin is such a scary cat. I'm pretty sure you'll be able to scare the hell out of him!" They gave a laugh before setting the laptop on the table. 

"But, really Nines. Thanks for agreeing to do this with me. I promise. That when this is all over. I'll not goof around for 1 entire month." They said. Y/n lifted their hand, poking out their pinkie finger. Nines stared at their hand before looking at them.He lifted his hand before pushing Y/n's hand away with his back hand.

"I'll take your word on it, Detective." He says. 

"Oh come on. Don't be like that. Smile for once. My gosh." Y/n lets out a chuckle. Lifting one hand to pull at his cheek. Her thumb tugging at the corner of his right lip in an attempt to tug it upwards. Nines - once again, swatted their hand away from his face. A scowl interrupting his blank expression.

"Stop."

"Whatever, tomorrow. It'll be great, you'll have fun, I promise."

-

Nines watched as Y/n stated at the rack of clothes. Having trouble deciding what Nines would best fit his costume. They decided to purchase his first. The two left the station an hour ago, to get ready for the party that was only 4 hours away. And time was ticking rather quickly with Y/n staring at the rack of clothes as if they had a hard time finding what to wear. 

Nines felt his hand lift up. Rubbing at his temple. His elbow resting on his other arm which was across his torso. 

"Y/n..."

Y/n let out a hum, signalling they heard what he said but kept their gaze on the rack.

"I think this would go by much quicker, if I were to pick out the clothes, and when you get home. You can put them together." He spoke. Y/n turned to face Nines. He saw them cross their arms. 

"Are you calling me slow?" They asks. But, he could tell Y/n wasn't offended by their ack of anger that he so happened to be acquainted with. 

"More, indecisive." He corrected. He saw their eyebrows furrow. But they quickly rose up as they understood what he meant. 

"I'm not having a hard time picking...just--look, this is supposed to be a me and you thing. Partner to partner, friend to friend. You know. So we can spend more time together instead of always yelling at each other like at work."

It was true. Nines and Y/n rarely got a long at work, Nines being a reason for the constant start of an argument between him and Y/n. That being either working on a case. At the station. Or even at a stake out. He always seemed to feed the flame just to spark Y/n's anger into nothing more than a hungry flame ready to lash out at anyone. But that was because Nines wanted things done the way he wanted them done. And Y/n rarely gave him what he wanted...and that was being serious on the job. But the explanation did make sense. More time spent outside to get to know more about each other...or rather spend more time with each other, could lower their rate or going after each other's throats. 

"So, you know. Come on. Let's Both pick our stuff out together." A hint of hope was evident in Y/n's voice. Nines nods, taking several steps forward, to analyse the rack. 

"I think you can do something with this."

-

"Ow! Stop! Stop!" Y/n hissed in pain, feeling Nines peel off the face mask from their face. They tried lifting their hand up to push his hand away. But he was one step ahead. Smacking their hand away for the upteempth time that week. The two finished picking out the clothing and items for their costume, only had 2 hours left to get dressed and ready, a lady that was an entrepreneur and had a clothing line. Gracefully gave Y/n and Nines a discount on what they needed for their costumes. Finding the generous offer kind, Y/n paid more than needed for the clothes, and spent almost half an hour speaking to the woman. Which knocked off much more time than needed. And Nines didn't want any delays in getting dressed - so almost immediately once the two reached Y/n's house. He started laying out stuff so the two could get ready. 

The first step being to peel off the face mask for Y/n so once they put the make up on their face for the costume it wouldn't be mixed with any bacteria and dirt. Which also was a pain in Y/n's ass to feel the mask pulling at their skin. And how Nines didn't seem to care much, instead. Resulting in him snatching off the mask piece by piece.

"You asshole! You're doing that on purpose!" Y/n barked. They reached up to punch Nines in his chest. But was interrupted by him snagging at the mask on their face once again. Placing the pieces in a trash can he took from the kitchen. 

"It shouldn't hurt that bad, stop whining. Or else this will take much longer than needed." He finally spoke up. Y/n sneered slightly as they felt him tilt their head so he could get the rest of the god-forbidden mask that seemed to be glued to their skin. 

After finally getting the pieces peeled off and placed in the trash. Nines stood up to take the trash back to its original spot in the kitchen. Y/n rubbed at their face. The skin feeling somewhat smoother, her pores finally able to get air comfortably. 

"Okay. Happy? The horrible dreadful part, as you quoted, is out of the way." Nines said. As he spoke Y/n mumbled a 'fucking finally' - and stood up. 

"Okay, we have plenty of time, Oh my god, this is going to be fun. Okay!" Almost immediately, Nines saw the excited expression overtake their expression again. Watching as they grabbed one of the bags and tossed it over to Nines. 

"Get dressed. I'll come back in here when I'm done."

Y/n was surprised with how their costume came out. The idea in their mind wasn't as exciting as they once was thinking. But seeing the white knee length apron. Black dress shirt, the tattered jeans that were tucked into the dark rain boots showed that the costume was supposed to resemble some sort of butcher. A few things are missing here and there. But was still proud of how it came out. 

Deciding on going back in the living room to get the last back on the coffee table they remembered leaving on the table. Which contained the makeup and fake blood for the costumes...which of course was supposed to be added last. 

Walking down the hall and into the living room. Which was empty, in which Y/n didn't seem to take surprise. Thinking Nines went off somewhere in the house(such as the bathroom) , go get dressed. They didn't bother calling out for him. Instead, picking up the bag on the table to look through it. Seeing the many items in the bag, having a hard time choosing what to use first, they stared at the back in contemplation. Unaware of the sauntering figure that was creeping up behind them.

Deciding on finding it to be best, wait for Nines to come back and help with choosing what happens next. They places the bag on the table once again. They turned around to go and look for Nines. Only to quickly pause in their movement upon seeing the figure behind them Y/n jumped slightly. Their calves hit the coffee table. 

It was Nines, dressed in the costume, the black apron tied to his waist tightly, instead of a dress shirt that Y/n sported, Nines had on a black turtleneck, which really fit with the costume. Y/n could see the chains wrapped around his wrist, the sound of the metal clanking against each other. 

They saw the pig mask, the one Y/n picked out because Y/n found it oddly suiting Nines. The boar's head seemed pretty realistic, the blemishes and red markings on the facial area wavered Y/n's sense of security. They could barely see his eyes through the mask...where the eyes are of course.

"Jeez. You scared me there for a second." Y/n mumbled. 

But, Nines didn't say anything. The feeling of his form towering over Y/n, made them realize how some suspects the two brought in everyday had to face his wrath in an interrogation...or just a simple ass kicking. From what Y/n remembers. Nines never lost in a single fight. 

"Is this your way in trying to scare me? If so. It's not working." They let out a chuckle, which was half-heartedly. Nines - instead of replying. Let out a grunt. Which Y/n could deem animalistic. Y/n flinched. Shooting him a glare in a way to get him to knock off whatever he was pulling. 

"The hell? Did you growl at me?" They spat. Instead of - once again. Not replying. Nines turned around to walk off down the hall where the bathroom was located. 

"Where are you going?" They asks. There was no reply. Only the sound of the chains clanking against each other and the squeaking of the rainboots answered them question. 

"..." Y/n felt their eyebrow twitch. Almost a second letter. Nines came back out the hall. Looking the same, except holding the boars mask in his hand, which he didn't seem to have any interest in wearing. 

"Dude, what the hell?" 

Nines looked at Y/n. His LED flickering to yellow almost instantly. He raised an eyebrow; "is there a problem?" He asks. Y/n scrunched their nose up and nodded. 

"Uh, yeah. You were just out here - not even a minute ago. You just walked off. Not to mention, growled at me." They answered. Y/n saw the LED on Nines temple slowly circled to the stark red, his eyebrows furrowed. 

"I was in the bathroom all this time." He said. Y/n only gave him a blank expression. Which only remsebled an expression that they didn't believe what he said. 

"I was--"

"Anyway. Come on. Let's put this last bit of stuff on so we can leave."

-

"You're getting blood everywhere." Nines informed. Watching as Y/n drove down the ride they tried sitting themselves in the seat comfortably so the fake blood on the apron wouldn't smear on the car seat. It would be a pain to get it out. 

"I know that, Nines. Shut up, pighead. Besides, it's not even real." They muttered. Nines lifted the corner of his lip in a way to sneer. 

"Hilarious. I almost forgot to laugh at that one."

"You forget to laugh everyday." They quickly shot back. Nines only rubbed his temple with a sigh. "You truly are a mess." He sighs. Y/n laughed, keeping their eyes on the road. 

"You're damn right, a hot mess. Trust me. Tonight will be fun! Don't worry, really!" Nines didn't reply. Instead watched the road and the many buildings that passed by. His gray optics flickered over to Y/n. Spending an entire day with his partner did have its ups and downs. But it wasn't as life-threatening as he thought it would be. 

"So. Are you enjoying yourself so far? You know. Being costume twins and all. I think it's fun." Y/n asked. Nines tapped his index finger in his knee. 

"Rather childish. But if it can get you to stop quiping me about dressing up with you. I guess this won't be too bad." He responds. Hearing Y/n tap the wheel with their fingers. 

"Thanks for doing this with me, really. Maybe tonight you and I can go and get something to eat."

"I don't eat."

"....I mean. You could at least act like you do. Like jeez, what the hell." They muttered. Once again, complaining. Mumbling about. "Just stuff the food in your mouth and spit it out. Make it seem like you can or something--"

"Alright--okay. I'll take you out to dinner tonight. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Nines finally spoke up. Interrupting her from her charades of complaining. Almost quickly, a smile replaced their frown. 

"Yes, sir. That's exactly what I want to hear. You. Nines. My partner. Taking me to get dinner." They quipped. Nines glanced at them. Shaking his head slowly. 

"Holy shit!" Gavin stared at the two. Watching as Nines was busy behind Y/n speaking to Hank from behind the boar's mask. A smile graced Hank's lips. His hands on his hips. He didn't dress as anything like the majority of the people did. Instead...well...showing up in his casual clothes. 

"Wow. Next year. Me and you and dressing up together." Gavin nudged Y/n's shoulder. Causing them to chuckle. 

"I mean. I was going around the office asking people. And they either were dressing up as something already, or were dressing up as something already. Same thing. I know." They grinned, already knowing what Gavin was about to say. 

"You didn't ask me you little shit!"

"Oops?"

Gavin rolled his eyes. Swatting his hands in a way to shoo the conversation away. "Nines look terrifying as hell." He looked over at their partner who was still speaking with Hank. Y/n nods. 

"I'm not surprised. You're scared of everything." She said. Gavin shot her a look. 

"Hey, plastic-prick. Over here!" Gavin snaps his fingers. Y/n saw Nines look away from Hank. And over to Gavin. Hank looked over as well. Nines walked over to the two. Once in earshot he turned his head away from Y/n to look at Gavin. 

"Yes?" He asks. Gavin flicked the boar's snout.

"Sup." 

"I don't know what I expected wasting my time walking over here." Nines muttered. Gavin laughs. Almost immediately, Nines jumped towards Gavin. Which also startled Y/n. The two shrieked at the sudden action from Nines. Hearing Hank laugh in the background was what pulled Gavin from his pose. Which he moved to grip Y/n's shoulder. In a pose like he was hiding behind them.

"You Jackass!" Gavin shouts. Hank howled with laughter. Walking over to give Nines a pat on the back. 

"Good one!" 

Y/n felt their heartbeat in their chest like drums. They couldn't find an exact reason why they got jumpy. Letting out a sigh as they placed a hand on their chest. Hearing Gavin bicker in the background along the lines of "I'll fucking end you!"

Meanwhile, Y/n stared across the street. Which had a good view of an alleyway. Seeing two figures facing each other. Once being noticeably shorter than the other.  The short figure...which the two really resemble the silhouette from the lack of light in the area (considering the sun had set) the short figure seemed to be pointing its finger at the taller figure's chest. From the body movements the person seemed to be angry. As on the other hand the taller figure - standing still and stiff as a plank just stood there. 

Y/n watched for a few more moments. Whatever commotion they were hearing on their side of the street was muffled to them.

Soon, the short figure head turned towards the direction Y/n was in - across the street. Which the taller figure took notice of. The two stared at them. The tall figure seemed to tap its leg. Causing the short figure the scurry off somewhere in the shadows of the alleyway. 

Raising a hand. The tall figure that was left in the alleyway waved. Y/n furrowed their eyebrows. 

Who the hell was that?

"Y/n! Come on, get your ass in here before you freeze!" Y/n heard Hank shout from the door. Y/n quickly snapped from their clouded reality. Looking at Hank who was holding the door open. Shoot a gaze back at the alley, only to see nothing. 

-

"And I said. Give me my shit. Or I'll put a foot up your ass." Gavin said. The booth that was placed in the back of the room, either chuckled, laughed or said commented on his story. Which was Chris. 

"Honestly. I wouldn't be too surprised if she got a restraining order on your crazy ass." Chris chuckled. Gavin only shot him a large grin. Chris's wife smiled at the two. Shaking their head. The majority of the party dressed up. Either it being werewolves, vampires, zombies. It was something...despite the fact that one of the officers came with a macaroni box. 

The booth sat, Connor, Hank, Nines, Y/n, Gavin, Chris and his wife. Drinks were passed, and also laughs. (Will except from Nines of course)

The night was smooth. And not to mention fun. 

Y/n, still kept tethering back and forth from the odd altercation at home with Nines. And from what they saw in the alleyway. 

Nines sat next to them. Listening to Gavin speak. On and on. 

"So. Are you two still together or not?" Chris asked. Gavin's and his significant other had...somewhat of a toxic relationship. Constant fighting, either it be verbal or...from what Gavin didn't want to admit. But it was obvious. Physical. From both parties. But, Y/n never really intervened. It wasn't their business. So they didn't care much about it. Though the stories were funny. 

Digging into their pockets in search of their phone. They didn't feel it. Taking note they must have left it outside in the car. 

"I'll be right back. I have to go get my phone."

-

Sitting in the driver's seat. Y/n checked to see if the device was at a proper percentage. She closed the car door and sighed. Scrolling through it sees nothing new. They turned around to face the building to return. They stopped and looked up. Seeing a figure by the light pole in front of them The figure had the same costume as Y/n. The apron. The boots. Pants. Looking up they saw...the same face. It was Y/n!

The dark circles under the eyes were much noticeable. The blue surgical mask covered the lower half of the person's face. But Y/n wasn't stupid. They saw themself many times in the mirror to tell who it was. And every strand of hair on the person's head. Could tell that certainly was Y/n. 

The e/c eyes stared at Y/n's form. Boring into their face. A feeling they similarly got only from Nines.  But the gaze coming from..them, made Y/n freeze.

Staring at the person. It was like an exact replica, a doppelganger. 

Y/n could hear the sounds coming from the person. A muffled purr of some sort, scuffling shoes. It couldn't seem to stand still.

"...who are you--" Y/n was cut off by the doppelganger launching itself towards them - gripping the side of their face. It's nails digging into their skin. Y/n let out a surprised scream. Hearing the strained grumbles and grows coming from the thing on top of them.

Y/n felt themself land on the ground. The concrete knocking the wind from their body. Y/n was more surprised than scared. Of course they had many hand to hand combat on the field. But this didn't feel right at all.

Acting quick and raising an arm to shove off the doppelganger. Switching sides as they were now on top of the person, straddling it by the hips, Y/n felt it shift and swing an arm. Y/n quickly backed off of the person in an attempt to not get hit. It had a knife. Making it clear that it was meaning to harm Y/n. Y/n quickly backpedaled and stood up.  The sound of their huffing and puffing. And both of their shoes scuffling on the pavement. The person stood up. Shaking itself as if to remove the dirt that collected on its shirt from the pavement.

"Y/n. What's ta-"

"Okay, so Nines! There's some weird shit going on!" Y/n jogged over to the door that Nines held open. He was now staring at Y/n's doppelganger who quickly had stood up staring at the two. Once it made eye contact with Nines. It seemed to stop in its former actions and stare, before scurrying away down the sidewalk. 

"Who was that? What's going on?" He asks. Y/n shoved Nines into the building as he spoke. 

"I don't know! But we have to do something!" She shouts. The LED on Nines temple was flickering from red to yellow. Y/n was already making their way towards the booth. 

"Hank. You would not believe this. But I just got attacked by my own self. We need to find out what's going on." Y/n interrupted whatever conversation he was having with the group at the table. Connor was the first to look over. 

"Yourself?"

"Yes! Now come on. This is serious." Hank could tell whether or not Y/n was joking or not. Which...truly wasn't that hard to tell if they were. He stood up from the booth, luckily he was seated on the outside. 

"What's going on?" 

Nines soon made his way over to the table. 

"I was attacked by someone who looked exactly like me. Which, that can explain what happened earlier today. But! I have a crazy ass doppelganger!"

"Oh Christ." Hank muttered. Crossing his arms and looking at Y/n and then at Nines. And back at Y/n.

Gavin soon stood up.

"Oh, I have to see this." He spoke up. Hank ignored the man and looked back at Y/n. "Where did you last see this person."

"When I was outside. It attacked me--"

"The hell? Did you go after them?"

"No. They ran away before I can even do anything." Hank nods. Snapping his finger and pointing towards the exit.

"To the car. Let's go. Connor. Come on." Connor stoop up and stood next to Hank.

"Looks like we got some searching to do."

[somersetmummy]

(A/N) This chapter takes place right at the beginning of the story, prior to TNA Chapter 1. Some characters property of Pixelberry.

Original characters: Katie Hide (MC), Jenny Blake

New characters: Lucinda Hansen

Rating/Content Warning: Mild adult language

Word count: 2005

Summary: MC Katie Hide is an English rose, living in New York. She’s down on her luck and desperately needs a job before her visa expires and she’s sent back to London. A chance conversation with a friend leads to an unlikely opportunity. Little did she know that one little interview would change the course of her life forever.

- Bonus social edits at the end -

Just like any other Thursday morning of recent weeks, Katie and Jenny were killing time together in their favourite coffee shop just down the street from their shared apartment. It had become Katie's haven and her go-to place when she wanted to lose herself for a few hours people watching, letting the stories of their lives unfold around her.

She'd always had a knack for paying attention to the details, noticing things which passed by most others. It was a skill she'd relied on heavily in her work, always giving her the edge, at least it had until the time it led to her downfall at Panacea Labs.

Katie had recently walked out of her job after piecing together a scheme under the radar to roll out a costly new drug for treating MS, despite there being multiple warning signs that it was ultimately ineffective but instead just masked the symptoms. Anyone else would've just glossed over the signs, not even noticing, but to Katie, the anomalies jumped off the page unmistakably. It was when she tried to escalate her concerns that she was shut down and her life in the lab made a misery by the VP, Declan Nash.

It hadn't taken long for her to realise that the company was more concerned about profits than actually helping people and she knew that the battle to fall in line and keep her job wasn't worth it. After calmly and quietly sending a company wide report on her findings, she gathered her things and walked out before she could be accosted by security. Little did she know that Nash had already been keeping tabs on her communications, in his eyes she was a trouble maker, and the report never saw the light of day.

Unfortunately for Katie, the current opportunities for young women in the biotech and pharmaceutical world just weren't what they should have been and she spent the next few weeks furiously searching for something else to avoid her work visa being revoked. 

Having moved from London to attend the New York Institute of Technology and graduating with a Masters in Chemistry & Bio Engineering three years ago, she'd fallen in love with the city and the life she'd built. She didn't know exactly what the future held and couldn't put her finger on why, but she had a very strong feeling that she needed to stay in New York.  

Today, Katie had planned to work through all the job adverts remotely relating to her experience and qualifications, with Jenny on hand to offer moral support. Tiring quickly of hitting one brick wall after another, they'd long forgotten the laptop and instead had spent the last 30 minutes idly chatting about Jenny’s upcoming gallery event when Lucinda arrived, phone to her ear, her body tense and voice sharp as she wrapped up a call with her boss.

"Of course I've got someone Angela, I wouldn't put my name in the mix if I didn't. My candidate is going to blow the others out of the water, I just know Mr Dalton will be impressed....no not just impressed, he'll be awestruck..."

While waiting for her to wrap up her call, Katie heads to the counter to order Lucinda a much needed coffee and returns to place it down in front of her just as she hangs up. She tosses her phone onto the table and slumps back in her chair, defeated.

Jenny stares her down waiting for an explanation which she and Katie both know Lucinda desperately wants to give but is holding off for dramatic effect.

After a long sip of coffee and a moment of holding her head in her hands she finally exhales.

"I am so SO SCREWED."

Katie and Jenny share a look before returning their attention to Lucinda.

"I've just promised my boss that I have the perfect candidate for some billionaire business man's nanny position....." She glares at them both as if they should understand why that's a problem. "I never touch these sorts of jobs, I only ever look for candidates in finance, nannying isn't worth my time."

Katie chooses her words carefully, knowing how Lucinda can bite back pretty quickly when she's stressed. Speaking softly, cautious not to poke the bear, she looks Lucinda in the eye and internally braces herself for whatever might come next.

"So what made this one so different?"

Fortunately Lucinda seems to finally be relaxing, she replies more quietly.

"Filling this position will put me on the map, nobody in the firm has been able to secure someone for this guy, they only seem to last a few weeks before they quit so the sign on bonus never kicks in. If I could find the perfect person I wouldn't only get a great bonus, I'd be next in line for promotion to Senior Head-hunter."

Her demanding demeanour melts away and she's left looking almost vulnerable. Something Katie knows Lucinda doesn't find at all comfortable.

"Anyway, I'll figure it out, I always do."

She gives Katie and Jenny a soft smile, allowing herself to momentarily forget about her woes so she can refocus the attention back to them.

"So what were you guys talking about before I came in?"

As Katie opens her mouth to speak Jenny cuts in on her behalf.

"Oh Katie's just been trying to work out how to get a job before her visa renewal date comes up in a couple of weeks."

Katie lets out a sigh of her own, suddenly remembering how dire her employment prospects are and feeling equally as defeated as Lucinda.

"I can't believe I've worked so hard for my degree, I found the perfect job in the perfect city but now it's all gone down the drain and I'm going to have to go back home and never see you all again."

Jenny wraps her arm around Katie's shoulders, pulling her close. "Oh come on, like you'd be able to shake us off. Even if you are in another country!"

As suddenly as Lucinda dramatically entered the coffee shop she slams her hand onto the table making the others jump.

"THAT'S IT!" She cries, her idea almost exploding out of her. "This is just too perfect...."

Katie and Jenny share a confused look before turning back to Lucinda who is practically foaming at the mouth, clearly onto something, though they're not quite sure what.

"You need a job, I need a candidate." She says in her signature matter of fact style.

Katie still has no idea where Lucinda's going with this.

"It's win win. I'll put you forward for the nanny position, you'll get a great job which means you get to stay in New York, I'll get my bonus. Not to mention I'll look like a damn superhero at work!"

The cogs start to turn in Katie's brain as she begins to digest what Lucinda is proposing.

"But I'm not a nanny....and what about my visa, it's only valid for work in relation to my degree."

Lucinda waves her hand at her, dismissing her concerns. "No problem there then. This guy's family owns one of the biggest Biotech companies in the country, surely that's related to your degree? He's so desperate for a successful match I'll make sure the visa thing is part of the contract."

She cuts back in quickly just as Katie opens her mouth to object.

"And as for you not being a nanny, what about all those times in the lab when you had to pull rank and sort out the shit that went down between your useless colleagues? You've done more nannying of adults in the last two years than most actual nanny's do in their whole career with children."

Jenny suddenly chimes in "OH MY GOD, this is genius!"

Defeated, Katie turns to look at Jenny in disbelief. She may have had a chance saying no to just Lucinda but with Jenny on board with this idea as well she may as well give up now.

"This will solve both your problems, I mean come on, who wouldn't want to work for this guy..."

Jenny turns her phone to Katie, clearly having been searching while she and Lucinda were talking. On the screen Katie sees the most devastatingly handsome man she's ever come across. He's nothing like the guys she'd known before, this person, was a real man and the sight of him caused her stomach to flip.

While undeniably handsome, it's not just the physical attraction that she's drawn to. Her eyes move to the company bio underneath his headshot and in true Katie style, she scans all of the accolades and achievements the company has to boast about. Her mind races at the possibilities. There's no mistaking that working for this man could open the door to so many opportunities and experiences in the future.

With a sigh she resigns herself to the fact that Lucinda might actually be on to something, this could be the break Katie had been waiting for and would certainly solve her imminent visa problems if she could get it taken care of as part of the contract negotiations.

With a silent nod and slight shrug of the shoulders, she begrudgingly agrees, much to the delight of her friends who squeal at each other in delight. Lucinda immediately pushes her shoulders back, standing to attention, furiously beginning to type on her phone.

"You TA'd for your old professor right?"

"Yes, I did a year as their assistant after graduating. Mainly doing research and going to conferences with her."

Lucinda's eyes never leave her phone as she works her magic, spinning Katie's words into an impressive resume. After a moment she raises her eyebrows and flits her eyes over to Katie, a small gesture which Katie realises is an invitation to elaborate.

"Oh, yeah so that's actually how I got into Panacea Labs, I met a rep at one of those conferences."

Jenny rolls her eyes at the mention of Katie's old company, now affectionately known by them both as Pariah Labs. Despite what she felt about Katie's previous employer, she was immensely proud of Katie's achievements and wanted to make sure they were included.

"Weren't you the youngest lab boss thingy they'd ever had?"

"Senior lab technician." Katie corrects, knowing full well that Jenny hasn't got a clue about the finer details of her work. "Well, yeah eventually, after two years of working my butt off. But I hardly think they'd rave about that in any reference they give me. If they even give one to begin with..."

Lucinda waves a dismissive hand at her.

"With this resume, you won't need any reference from those bastards. Trust me."

Katie had no idea what Lucinda had written or how she'd managed to spin her experience to be more favourable for a nanny position but it must've worked because half an hour later Lucinda slammed her hand down on the table once again, causing everyone around them to jump out of their skin.

"YES! It worked...he wants to see you, you've got an interview tomorrow at the Dalton Enterprises headquarters".

She turns her phone to Jenny to show off the email and they fall into an animated conversation, no doubt planning how they're all going to celebrate once Katie inevitably gets offered the job. As they fall into a blur in the background, Katie looks back over the picture of Sam Dalton on Jenny's phone, not quite sure how she can be so hypnotised by someone through a photograph.

There's something about him which feels familiar, something drawing her in. It's almost as if they're viewing each other through a looking glass and she wonders whether in this exact moment he is feeling the same magnetic pull towards her, a stranger whom he hasn't even met yet. Tearing her eyes away from the phone, Katie's tries to steady the stream of unanswered questions flooding her mind and focus on how she's going to win this man over.

"Here goes nothing."

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- Bonus - pre-interview pep talk with the girls -

[carrotmakar]

Everything I Wanted

Pairing: Roommate!Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: A cute little 1.1k

Summary: You and Tom never fight, but you are right now.

Warning(s): Some swear words, horribly written angst and some fluff, not edited, probably a whole bunch of mistakes

A/N: I ahven’t written in what feels like forever so here we go, something short :) Hopefully the tags work this time, if not, idk what to do anymore ~Thank you Kriti for giving me the ones you would like to read, I love you~

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You and Tom never argued. Ever. It was something that you both took pride in. Most roommates that you knew were down each other's throats at least once a week, if not more often. 

But that wasn’t the case with you. The apartment that you lived in currently had been your shared home with Tom for a little over five years. There were a lot of memories in your humble abode, but not a single one of them had ever contained fighting.

Until this very moment.

You don’t exactly recall how you got here, everything’s a little blurry. 

All you know is that a girl, who you had never seen before, walked out of Tom’s room and it got you into a bad mood.

Which usually wouldn’t matter. Tom knows how to deal with your bad moods. Today, though, it seems as if he’s just as angry as you are. You don’t know why, however. What does he have to be mad at? Nothing happened to him.

And, yeah, one could argue that nothing happened to you either, but really, Tom did. He brought yet another girl home because he’s either oblivious to the fact that you’re madly in love with him, or he just doesn’t care. Either way, seeing her got your blood boiling.

“Why are you being so fucking rude all of a sudden y/n?” Tom screams, making you snap out of your thoughts. Tom had never once raised his voice at you, and it wasn’t something that you liked hearing.

“I’m not being rude, Tom. maybe I’m just over you being so damn inconsiderate.” You snap, not really wanting to answer his question. You were being rude, but it was because you wanted him. And you wanted him bad.

“Me? Inconsiderate?” He scoffs, “Okay, y/n, sure. I’m the inconsiderate one.” 

“You are!” Your voice had raised rapidly since this had started, and you didn’t like it. You hated screaming, especially at Tom. “You bring random girls home and you don’t even bother to be quiet, so all I hear at night is ‘oh, tom! Faster!’ and ‘oh my godddd’. I don’t want to hear you fucking somebody, so either soundproof your room or find somewhere else to do it.”

“What the fuck do you mean by that?” For a split second, he looks hurt, but then the scowl is set right back onto his face, “Do you want me to leave?”

“No! Of course I don’t want you to leave, that’s not what I meant by that!” Did he really think you wanted him to leave?

“Maybe I should leave, though.” His voice has lowered in volume, and he no longer seems angry, just tired. “Maybe it would be better if I left.”

“No, Tom, please, I don’t want you to leave.” You say, begging him to stay. “We’ll get through this, it's fine.”

“It’s not fine, y/n, and you know that. Even if we don’t fight, there are still the comments thrown my way whenever I mess up. The ‘why can’t you clean up after yourself’ and the ‘i wish i had a better roommate.’” He runs his hand through his hair, messing up the curls he worked so hard to keep in place. “We can’t keep this up, I’m sorry. I think this is better for the both of us. I’ll leave my share of the rent for the next couple months and I’ll keep paying it until the lease is up or until you get a new roommate.”

He turns and starts walking to his room. It only takes you a second to run after him and wedge yourself between his arm and the wall, coming to a stop in front of him.

“No, you can’t leave.” You can feel the tears threatening to fall, and you really don’t want them to, but your heart feels like it’s about to shatter.

“Y/n, please, look, I’m sorry. Really. I’m sorry that I’m not what you signed up for. You deserve a better roommate.” He closes his eyes and turns his head upwards for a moment. When he looks back at you, you can see the unshed tears waiting to fall. “I hope the next one treats you better. Doesn’t leave for months at a time and come back so tired that they can’t function. Really, it’s fine. I’m not what you wanted.”

You laugh, actually laugh at the boy standing in front of you. So he’s really just been oblivious this entire time?

“What’s so funny?” He asks, eyes narrowing.

“You’re so oblivious.” You start. “ And if this were any other time, I probably wouldn’t tell you this, but you’re already threatening to leave, so the worst that you can do is do just that.” You’re the one running your hands through your hair now, making it tangle around your fingers. “You’re everything I wanted, Tom. Everything, and more.” You inhale deeply and then breathe out, quite dramatically, before continuing. “I love you, Tom. and no, not like that. Not in the way we’ve been saying it for the past five years.” You can’t make yourself look at him at this point. “I’m in love with you, I got rude today because I was jealous. I’m sorry.”

You give him a minute to process, still keeping your eyes from meeting his.

After what seems like an eternity, he speaks up, “So, you don’t want me to leave?”

“No, Tom, please don’t.” You beg.

He cups your face in his hands and brings your eyes to meet his own, “I love you too, y/n. And not like that. Not in the way we usually say it. I fell in love with you a while ago.”

He pulls you into him, and you instantly melt into his chest. All of the stress from the prior actions leaving your body.

He lifts a hand from your back to play with your hair and mumbles, “Do you wanna go cuddle?”

You instantly pull away from him and grab his hand, running to his room.

“Slow down, no need to run.” He laughs.

‘Yes there is, I wanna cuddle!” You all but squeal, jumping on his bed.

He climbs in after you, pulling you into his side. You curl into his, resting your head on his chest, legs tangled under the covers.

You fall asleep in his arms, letting the events of the day be forgotten.

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[antigoneidk]

One last time|t.h.

a/n: seriously this was a random idea i had at 2 am in the morning.

(edit: how the heck you guys were reading this this entire time? i can believe that someone is able to make SO many mistakes like me. all i can say is thank from the bottom of my heart)

warning:fluff,angst

The day was shining and the birds were singing. The sky was blue, peaceful,making you feel like a whole new person. You wanted to get out,filling your lungs with fresh air,celebrating every moment with the love of your life.

Your boyfriend.

He was sleeping on the other side of the room. His wavy hair coming down to his face. Closed eyes and a slightly open mouth. His hands were hugging the pillow near him. His breathing was slow,heavy. The lighting in the room made him look like a angel.

Well he was a angel. A kind person, always there for you and his loved ones. A funny boy, making you laugh whenever you're feeling down. Silly and cute at the same time. Your fears were terrified of him, ‘cause he was the only one that could make them disappear.

You were in love and you couldn't deny it.

You smiled as you were approaching him and sat down next to him with this stupid smile still on your face. You ran your fingers through his hair and pulled some of them behind so that you can admire his beauty.

He was no longer asleep. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at you staring at him as you grabbed his face with your hands and leaned to him.

"Good morning"you said and kissed him on the cheek.

"Good morning love" he said back, his voice deeper than usual.“Can you please wake me up like this every day?"he added and looked at you with his still sleepy face.

You looked at him weirdly.

"What did I do?"you laughed.

"Staring out your window and then at me with this beautiful smile on your pretty face. I love that"his heavy morning voice made your heart beat faster. He leaned towards,grabbing your cheek and leaving you a soft kiss on your lips.

This. Your favourite. Your entire being melting at his touch and falling in love with him even more.

“Do you wanna get out? I mean the weather is perfect outside. We can go eat something and then go for a walk in the park. If you want to or else we can stay home and I can make you som-"

"I want to" he stopped you. He liked it when you were talking so fast like this every time you would suggest something to do together. He knew deep down that you cared for him, and time like these his heart flattered.

"Okay then. Get dressed and we're leaving"

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The air was hitting your face. You breathed clean and fresh air. You were looking out the window like a little kid,happy, excited to discover anything new. You knew the road very well, every inch of it, but it felt like the mother nature would do something, that would drive you insane.

Tom was amazed by your beauty. Your hair,your face,the way you placed your hand out the window, the expressions you made through out the entire road.He knew he made the right decision. He was in love with you. He loved you. Every single piece of you, from the way you talked to the way you remained silent when a situation was bothering you, or how you had the power to control your emotions when there were people around, or even how you turned red whenever you felt embarrassed and smiled shyly. For him you weren’t the girl next door but a creature to pure for this world. 

He parked in front of a little coffee shop. There were 2 little tables in front of it with plants decorating it. You already had the taste of the croissant and the coffee in your mouth, your inside getting excited with the idea of food, but as you tried to get out of the car a hand stopped you.

"I suggest taking something and go to the beach for a walk. Huh?"he smiled as he raised his eyebrows, waiting for your reply.

"That is an wonderful idea baby. Yes let's do that" you clapped your hands and looked at him with a smile, closing your eyes for a moment and placing your hands to your face giggling.

"Okay stay here. I want this day to be perfect just for you" he said making you curious. 

"I'm an independent woman. I can do this" you said pulled your hair back from your shoulders.

"I know pretty girl but let me do this okay? I want this day to be perfect for you"he kissed you as he opened the door making his way inside the store laughing just like you did. He was being such a lovely man for you.

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"This croissant is just perfection. Like,hmm,the chocolate and-oh my God I can't even put it into words. This is heaven and I'm not accepting other opinions" you said, letting your thoughts out loud in front of your boyfriend. You weren't thinking, just enjoying your food.

The guy next to you started laughing. This noises of his laughter and the way his eyes closed a little making him even more attractive to your eyes. No, this was perfection but you played along.

"No I disagree. Look at my face. This is perfection darling. Ohh yes" he placed his hands over his face,posing in front of an imaginary camera acting like the supermodel he was.

"Hands on the wheel sir"you demanded dying from laughter. His goofy expressions, even though he was trying to be a 'proper model' were funny to you.He placed his hands back on the wheel making fun of himself and how stupid he was, but you shut him off by kissing his cheek.

You connected your phone and opened a playlist. You two had time to get to the beach he wanted to so what a better way to enjoy this little trip than jamming to some songs?

Knights of Cyndonia came. This was your favourite song. The rhythm,the lyrics,the voices.

“No one's going to take me alive.Time has come to make things right. You and I must fight for our rights.You and I must fight to survive” you were dancing now to the beat of the drums ,screaming these words to each other and forget about everything else.

Your problems, fears, everything that could ruin this moment was no longer in your mind. You always had that problem of thinking about other things, distracting you from the present. That was something you didn't liked about yourself and tried to change.

But now you were dancing and singing,well actually yelling, full of happiness and joy. Little tears came down your face but you were quick enough to stopped them before him noticing it. You kissed your man on the cheek once more and kept acting like a foolish kid,not giving a damn about the rest of the world.

Tom was feeling the same way. His attention was all yours, enjoying every second as much as possible, but he knew that the two of you were about to have moments even better than that.

But the universe didn't give a damn about you either or your happiness in this car, but it was ready to destroy this wonderful moment. 

A car from the opposite lane came to your way.

None of you noticed anything,even thought the other car tried to warn you. You were paying attention to each other. You looked at him as he looked at you smiling and laughing like a little kid.

You were a fool for this boy.

His hair brushed all the way back, his black t-shirt around his upper body and his strong muscular hands that when they were around you, you knew you were safe. As you kept looking at them you remembered the first time he ever hugged you. A moment you could never forget and the feelings you got. Or how his eyes met yours before his lips touched your soft ones.

That was the last thing you got to your mind before black.

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"My little girl, my child, I love you. Please come back to me little angel. You have so much more to discover and see from this world. We missed your soft voice and your cute laugh. Oh dear God, why are you doing this to us? Please, I'm begging you, bring this little angel back to us. I love you baby. I love you so much. Please be strong and fight, I know you can"

Those were the first words you heard. Your head was hurting. You felt weak,alone,hopeless. You tried to open your eyes, trying to figure out what was happening, but the room was spinning making it even harder for you.

The first thing you saw was your mum and dad sitting next to you holding each others hands and yours too keeping it warm.

"Mum?Dad?" you whispered, to weak for anything else.

"Baby? Oh my God? My little girl" your mum said and left her tears all the way down to her face. She hugged you left a kiss on your forehead.

Your dad left the room running.

"How are you feeling? Are you okay? Are you tired? Do you want some water?" she sounded worried as she kept asking questions you did not have answers to. Your head started hurting even more trying to understand what was happening and why you were in a bed and not at the beach you were supposed to be.

"Its okay darling. It's okay I'll explain later okay?" she kissed your forehead once again, seeing you confused looking around at the room. Your dad got inside and ran to you, with a smile on his face that you were back to him. Soon an old man showed up and both of your parents step aside.

A doctor.

"What is happening here? Someone explain. Please" you begged your mum for answers but your powers faded away as soon as your words left your mouth and you just went back to sleep, even though you had been in a coma for 1 and a half week.

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"Mummy? Are you here?" you said as your eyes were still shut. Your pain wasn’t as bad, but still you felt exhausted, fatigue. This was the worst you had been since forever, sick without even knowing why. Is this your fault or somebody else caused it? How you got there? How your loved ones found out? 

"Shh.Im here now" she whispered as she was touching your hair looking at you the way moms do. With love you can’t have from another person in the whole world. You opened your eyes facing her and the white wall behind her body.

"Please explain to me. What is happening?" you begged and tears fell from your eyes. You couldn't help but cry from the pain and the confusion you were dragged to.

"You have to rest first and then we'll talk I promise"

"No mum. I wanna know  so please do me a favor and talk to me" you tried moving your hand but the pain became worse.

You looked at your body. Your mum was seeing bruises all over you face this entire time.Your right hand was  broken and scars decorated your legs all over. A white robe covered your whole body and you were sure underneath were also bruises or even stiches.

"You were in the car with Tom when a car crushed with yours. The other driver claims that he tried to warn you but you didn’t listened as it seems. So now you're here. You've been in a come for almost 2 weeks. You scared me baby. Please promise me you'll never do this again"

From all this the only thing that was in your head was Tom.

Where was he? How he was feeling? Maybe he was better than you.

You couldn’t think of the other scenario.

"How is Tom?Where is he? I wanna talk to him" you said and tried to stand but you collapsed back down.

"He is fine. Trust me he is, just stay here and relax, you can’t leave now"

"No I don’t believe you mum. You're lying! I know you do! Just let me talk to him. Or even see him. I want to make sure he is okay" you tried to scream a little with the hope of scaring her a little just so she can help you get to him.

"No honey I told you. First of all you can't even get up. He is okay baby, but please stau where you are" she wasn't longer looking at you. This was a sign that she was lying. She always did that, cause she was a person that never lied.

"NO!MUM JUST LET ME GO"you were crying now, your pain not only physically but mentally too. Your anger started to built up really fast, not only with yourself for not knowing it sooner, but from the fear that might something bad had happened to him.

You managed to stand up. Your mum was watching full of terror, that she even tried to stop you by grabbing your shoulders and pulling you back, but your anger was huge that it gave you the strength to stay still.

You were now through hallways trying to figure out where might his bed be. As you were searching you fell down on your knees. Your mum ran behind you and trying to get you up with a help from a doctor that just got out from a room.

You asked the doctor for his room with tears in your eyes, but also hope. You were breathing really hard and your body was exhausted from the walk you took,even for these 20 steps. It was a lot for you to handle.

"I'm sorry miss, but this young man passed away few days ago"

Those weren’t the words you expected.

This young man passed away

So that was it? You would never see his face again? His eyes, his smile? You would never hear him talk to you, or laugh, or whisper to you when you would need to? You would never ran to his arms just so you can feel him, or comfort him, or sleep knowing that you are secure?

Your heart was broken into billion pieces. The only thing that was left from him was memories, some clothes at your apartment, his smell on your sheets and the ghost of him following you for the rest of your life. You wished you were in his position. He had so much to do in this world, to share, to create. 

That last memory of him in the car was repeating in your head. You never got the chance to say goodbye properly.You had been in a coma, not by his side to hold his hand, whisper to him, telling him how much you loved him. But you also didn’t have the chance to share one more kiss. Make love one more time. Hug each other one more time. Hear him one last time.

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Stay home and stay safe:) *gif is not mine*

[fenth-eiria]

Incorrect quotes : Sifan family edition

Fenth: I am in charge of this disaster!

Eiria: I have a name, you know.

Eiria: *Answers phone.* Hello?

Fenth: It's Fenth.

Eiria: What did they do this time?

Fenth: No, it's me, Eiria. It's actually me.

Eiria: What did you do this time?

The Librarian: You disgust me.

Elder Cadia : *eating a kitkat sideways* I realize this and don’t care.

The Librarian: Elder Cadia , we tried things your way.

Elder Cadia : No, we didn't.

The Librarian: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

Elder Cadia : Damn, the power went out.

The Librarian: Don’t worry, I got this.

The Librarian: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up*

Elder Cadia : What-?

The Librarian: I swallowed a glow stick!

Elder Cadia , on the verge of tears: WHY WOULD YOU-

The Librarian: Sleep is the body’s best safety mechanism.

Elder Cadia : How so?

The Librarian: It keeps you from screwing up for 8 hours.

The Librarian: Elder Cadia likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.

The Librarian: I’m quick at math.

Elder Cadia : Ok, what’s 38 times 76?

The Librarian: 24.

Elder Cadia : That wasn’t even close.

The Librarian: But it was quick.

Elder Cadia : I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.

The Librarian: Mine just says "The Librarian no."

Elder Cadia : I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

The Librarian: Can you keep a secret?

Elder Cadia : Well, I'm good until I meet the next person.

Eiria: I could kill you if I wanted.

Onica: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

Onica: What? I'm not aggressive!

Eiria: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips?

Onica: Survival of the fittest, bitch.

Kidnapper: We have your child

Eiria: I don’t have a child?

Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich?

Eiria: Oh god, you have my sister..

Eiria: You remind me of the ocean.

Onica: Because I'm deep and mysterious?

Eiria: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.

Elder Cadia: Just be yourself. Say something nice.

Fenth: Which one? I can't do both.

Fenth: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go.

Elder Cadia : Those are wanted posters!

Fenth: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!?

Elder Cadia , sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.

Fenth: You want some leftovers?

Dot: What are those?

Fenth: You've never had leftovers before?

Dot: No, ‘cause I’m not a quitter.

Dot: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked*

Fenth: What did you do?!

Dot: NOBODY DIED!

Fenth: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Dot: I can never give Fenth shit because I’m jealous of them. They look at their life and say, “Sweet! This is perfect!”

Dot: I look at my life and say, “Welp. Time to get drunk.”

Dot: *walking around disappointed after visiting an aquarium*

Fenth: , what did you think a tiger shark was?

Eiria: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?

Fenth: Depends. Is your bed comfortable?

Eiria: Yes.

Fenth: I'd sleep.

Eiria: When I was young, I left a trail of broken hearts like a rockstar. I'm not proud of it.

Fenth: You're kind of proud of it. You work it into a lot of conversations.

Eiria: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Fenth: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Eiria: But you’re always acting stupid?

Fenth: ...

Fenth: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

The Librarian: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.

Elder Cadia : Marry me.

The Librarian: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Elder Cadia : Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

Elder Cadia : Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreashing.

The Librarian: Are you a software update? because not right now.

Elder Cadia : Fuck you.

The Librarian: No u.

Elder Cadia : I'm down.

The Librarian: You're like 2, what the fuck-

Elder Cadia : I AM NOT 2!

The Librarian: Is something burning?

Elder Cadia , leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

The Librarian: Elder Cadia , the toaster is literally on fire.

The Librarian: Are you sure Elder Cadia 's even gay? They barely even looked at me.

Elder Cadia : This date is boring!

The Librarian: This isnt a date. I said I was going to the store.

Elder Cadia : Then why did you invite me?

The Librarian: I didnt, I specifically said "dont come with me" then you said " fuck you The Librarian I'll do whatever I want!

Elder Cadia : Go fuck yourself.

The Librarian, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

Elder Cadia : Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

The Librarian: Aww-

Elder Cadia : With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

The Librarian: Bro, I had a dream we fucked.

Elder Cadia : Bro, relax it was just a dream.

The Librarian: Huh, gay, I wouldn’t fuck you.

Elder Cadia : You wouldn’t?

The Librarian: I mean, unless you want to-

Elder Cadia : Are you ready to commit?

The Librarian: Like, a crime or a relationship?

The Librarian: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Elder Cadia : ...Have you never taken a shower before?

The Librarian: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Elder Cadia : I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

The Librarian: But you’re always acting stupid?

Elder Cadia : ...

Elder Cadia : Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

The Librarian: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Elder Cadia : I wrote you a poem.

The Librarian, already crying: You did?

The Librarian: Are we fighting or flirting?

Elder Cadia : I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

The Librarian: Your point?

Elder Cadia : Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

The Librarian: What? Like J F K W S Q X-

Elder Cadia : No, like, U R A Q T.

The Librarian: Awwww!

The Librarian: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

Elder Cadia : Aren't you forgetting something?

The Librarian: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Elder Cadia 's forehead before running out.*

Elder Cadia : No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

The Librarian: Relationships should be 50/50. Elder Cadia cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

Elder Cadia : I like your new pants!

The Librarian: Thanks, they were 50% off!

Elder Cadia : I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

The Librarian: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Elder Cadia : Thats’s… not what I meant.

The Librarian: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Elder Cadia .

Elder Cadia : Know why I called you in here?

The Librarian: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.

Elder Cadia : *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

Elder Cadia : I’m in love with you.

The Librarian: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Elder Cadia : I know.

The Librarian: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

The Librarian: We have a problem.

Elder Cadia : No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

Elder Cadia : Did it hurt when you fell-

The Librarian: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Elder Cadia : No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

The Librarian: ...

Elder Cadia : You just laid there for 15 minutes.

The Librarian: *angrily presses Elder Cadia against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?!

Elder Cadia : ...

Elder Cadia : Are we about to kiss-

Elder Cadia : Look, last night was a mistake.

The Librarian: A sexy mistake.

Elder Cadia : No, just a regular mistake.

Elder Cadia : I love you.

The Librarian, not paying attention: What was that?

Elder Cadia : I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

Elder Cadia : I love you.

The Librarian, not paying attention: What was that?

Elder Cadia : I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

The Librarian: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Elder Cadia : But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

The Librarian: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Elder Cadia : Is it working?

Elder Cadia : Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

The Librarian: Okay.

Elder Cadia : And make out during the scary parts.

The Librarian: Th-

The Librarian: The scary parts.

The Librarian: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

The Librarian: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?

Elder Cadia : Depends. Is your bed comfortable?

The Librarian: Yes.

Elder Cadia : I'd sleep.

*The Librarian and Elder Cadia are in Paris.*

The Librarian: I'm...moved. I...I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel...destiny?

Elder Cadia : But...

The Librarian: I don't know what it is. I feel like... I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and...

Elder Cadia : This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception?

The Librarian: Yeah.

Elder Cadia : But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe.

The Librarian: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION.

Elder Cadia : Okay, alright.

The Librarian: Wow, Elder Cadia , you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Elder Cadia : We literally slept together yesterday.

The Librarian: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Elder Cadia : Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.

The Librarian: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

[just-another-author-i-guess]

The unholy

Warnings: she/her pronounced reader, mentions of blood and biting, some making out, but honestly there’s not much, I didn’t edit it through tho but what did you really expect

Pairing: bts ot7 x reader, nun! reader, princess! reader, vampire! Jin x reader, hybrid! Namjoon x reader, hybrid! Yoongi x reader, vampire! Hoseok x reader, vampire! Jimin x reader, hybrid! Taehyung x reader, hybrid! Jungkook x reader

Parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 -

Author’s note: so it’s currently really late and I’m just now finishing this, which I should have done yesterday but oh well. Anyways, since it’s so late and I’m so damn tired there’s probably a lot of mistakes and stuff and I’m really sorry, but it’s too late to edit it through and I’m sooo tired, and I have school tomorrow T.T damn this chapter just sucks. Anyways I hope you’ll still enjoy it, I would love to know if you did enjoy it!

(Updates; every Sunday!)

Summary:

The king and queen, your mother and father, rules the southern kingdom. The eastern and the western are ruled by kings and queens alike, but the northern are ruled by the most unholy of creatures. Or so you've been told.

Every citizen in the three kingdoms, have been warned about the creatures of the north, and it is with good reason they're all terrified. All your life, your parents have tried to keep the knowledge of the northern creatures from you, but that just made you more curious. Everyday, you would sneak down to the castle library, and read everything you could about the north, wanting to know the secret behind the unholy land.

That of course didn't go well with your parents, and when they found out they decided to send you to the most holy of places, to forget about everything you've read. One of the biggest church organizations in the south agreed to take you in, to rehabilitate you and learn you that you should never question such things as the northern creatures.

By day, you follow the strict prioress around as she lectures you about the holy and the unholy, and by night, you have to go on patrol alone through the church as a punishment for reading about the unholy. But one night, everything changes, when you find the prioress dead, with bite marks all over her body. Of course, you have read about this, and you know exactly what killed her.

But what happens when that exact creature you've read about, shows up right in front of you?

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It wasn’t the first time, you woke up in strange new surroundings, and it surely wouldn’t be the last, but this time it was neither the bathroom nor Seokjin’s bedroom, and you weren’t alone.

Slowly, you blinked your eyes open, definitely not missing the way your head instantly began to pound, as your eyes searched the foreign room.

Your eyes widened, and with a slight gasp and a startled expression, you met the scarlet eyes, of a girl dressed in a similar dress as yours, sitting on your bed and smiling down at you, pearly white fangs on display.

“Oh thank god!”

She exclaimed, and looked like she could jump on you and hug you at any moment, but she didn’t, she just kept smiling, and you were sure that her mouth would be aching by the time she stopped.

“Seokjin would just about have murdered Jeongguk, if you didnt wake up,”

She continued, never even giving the fact that you had no idea who she was a thought, as she continued to ramble on about Seokjin’s distress.

Carefully and with stiff limbs, you started to move up from under the covers, slowly sitting up and feeling you sore body as the girl looked at you with careful eyes.

Her smile was hypnotizing, your eyes seemed to be permanently glued to her pearly white fangs, as her mouth remained in the same wide smile.

Suddenly, a thought seemed to cross her mind, and her smile faded, but the gleam in her eyes remained the same, as she lowered the voice, and leaned closer into you, the smell of metal following her every breath.

“Is it true that Seokjin fed from you?”

The words were carefully punctuated, and just as quick as she leaned in did she pull away, leaving you with a rather confused expression.

“S-sorry?”

Your voice was hoarse, and your throat felt raw as you spoke, as if you hadn’t had water in days.

“You know, there’s a rumor going around, and it’s a great honor to have Seokjin drink from you, and even having fed from him,”

She continued, and your mind began to spin as you tried your best to remember, you tried so hard, but your memory was like a static tv. You furrowed your eyes brows, as the pounding behind your skull got worse, quick flashes of Jeongguk’s fangs flashed before your mind and you started to wonder if your whole interaction with Jeongguk actually happened.

“I-I can’t remember,”

You stuttered, as the intense pounding kept building up, making it hard to focus on the girls shiny fangs, as you shut your eyes hard and pressed your palms against your forehead, helplessly.

“But that’s what everyone is saying, that you’re Seokjin’s feeder, and he said himself that he gave you blood to keep you alive-“

“Aera, enough.”

Suddenly, the door was opened, almost violently, and Seokjin’s voice cut through the air like sharp knife, trying to cut into the girl, Aera as well.

Shocked almost, her eyes widened, and she stood up, head held low as she turned around to face Seokjin.

“I-I’m sorry your highness-“

She started, but only received a half threatening growl from Seokjin in response.

“Continue your chores for now, but don’t ever come in here unless you’re told to, understood?”

Seokjins voice was dripping with authority, the same voice he used to scold Taehyung, Hoseok and Jeongguk prior, and if it hadn’t been for the blinding headache a shiver would have run down your spine.

Aera merely whimpered in response, before scurrying out of the room, her quick footsteps could be heard down the hall long after she was gone.

“Drink some water,”

Suddenly, Seokjin was sitting were Aera had been sitting seconds ago, holding out a glass filled with icy water towards you, and with shaky hands you accepted, quickly gulping down the water like your life depended on it.

Slowly, the headache seemed to calm itself, and your brain was now only numbly bumping against your skull, easier to ignore.

Carefully you handed Seokjin the glass, arm tiredly lifting itself off the bed and reaching out to Seokjin.

“What happened?”

You demanded, as soon as the glass was set back on the table, searching Seokjin’s brilliant eyes for answers, but receiving nothing.

“What did Aera ask you?”

He shot back, and you shook your head, more careful than you normally would, as your eyes continued to search Seokjin’s.

“You didn’t answer my question, what happened with Jeongguk?”

You continued, not intending to give up. After coming here, you had gotten absolutely no answers from no one, and you were getting fed up.

Seokjin’s eyes seemed to harden, when you mentioned Jeongguk’s name and quick memories of the interaction with Jeongguk began to flash before you.

You remember how incredibly nice it felt, when you felt asleep against his chest, and how he didn’t feel cold and unwelcoming, unlike Seokjin and, what was the other boy called, Yoongi.

Both their eyes were cold and deep red, but Jeongguk’s was so much more human like, they were big, and brown and welcoming. They were everything Seokjin wasn’t, and you had to fight the shiver that went through you, when Seokjin leaned closer and you could feel the coolness emitting off of him.

Seokjin sighed, he sounded just as tired as he always did when you pried, and he looked the part too. He looked like he hadn’t fed in days; he looked like Jeongguk had before he fed on you.

Suddenly, the same strange sensation went through you. You wanted, no you needed to let Seokjin feed on you, you needed to feel his fangs sink into your skin and you needed to see how his cheeks would round and turn a more pinkish color than the pale white they were now.

“S-Seokjin, are you hungry?”

The question itself was an intruder in your mouth, but it escaped before you could even react, making Seokjin look at you with a shocked, almost worried expression.

“If you’re hungry, you should feed,”

You continued, the words escaping your lips without your consent, as you absentmindedly began to lift you tired arm, presenting your wrist to him, already with two, almost faded bike marks on it from Taehyung.

“(y/n), stop,”

Seokjin started, his eyes betraying him, as they followed the multiple bitemarks visible on you, and the tip of his pink tongue, coming out to wet his lips, fangs gently starting to protrude his botttom lip.

“You look hungry,”

You hummed, the idea of Seokjin sinking his fangs into your wrist, making you blood almost boil over with excitement and your body began feeling warm and fuzzy just at the thought, a weird contrast to Seokjin’s ice cold one.

“You lost a lot of blood already bunny,”

Despite his words, slender fingers began to gently curl around your wrist, making goosebumps appear as his cold digits met your skin.

Your eyes seemed lost in each other’s, as Seokjin gently brought your wrist to his mouth, furrowing his brows as the smell of blood started to take a hold of him, but still fighting against it with the little self control he had left.

Slowly, his tongue game out to taste your salty skin, and instantly a shudder ran through him, just at the thought of tasting your blood once more.

Truth be told, you were right; Seokjin was hungry. He hadn’t fed since the night in the church, afraid to take too much, and drain you too soon, but his brothers sure didn’t care for his worry. He had endured watching both Hoseok, Taehyung and Jeongguk drink from you, without ever having a taste himself, and he was getting fed up.

He brought you here to be his feeder, not theirs, his.

The thought made Seokjin growl against your skin, almost animalistic, as his fangs began to slightly poke at your wrist, without cutting into the skin.

His brothers weren’t supposed to drink from you, they should be drinking animal blood he gave them, the only exceptions being himself, Jeongguk and Yoongi.

The thought made him slightly retreat his fangs, it wouldn’t be safe for any of you if he drank from you now, you needed to have your bloodlevels up, and he should be in his right mindset, not just doing it out of raw jealousy.

“Bunny I can’t, it’s not safe,”

He let your wrist go, mourning the loss of the delicious smell emitting from you, as he watched your arm limply fall down on the sheets.

“But Jeongguk could-“

You started, feeling the unbearable loss when Seokjin let go, still desperate to see his cheeks full and well fed.

“Jeongguk doesn’t care about safety,”

Seokjin cut you off, voice sharp as his still protruding fangs, and you instantly quiet down, as he let out a long sigh.

“Besides, you don’t have to feed me, bunny, I’ll come to you when I need it,”

He spoke again, voice turning softer, as he looked at you with soft, caring eyes, fangs slowly disappearing.

“Jeongguk’s And Taehyung’s venom must still be messing with you, it’s never a good idea to combine it,”

Seokjin sighed, looking at you with worry in his eyes, as you let the past few days slowly weigh down on you. Some parts of your memory were still fuzzy, but slowly you were starting to vividly remember the way Hoseok and Taehyung had fed on you in the kitchen, and the way Jeongguk had growled when they had tried to pull him away from you.

You lightly cocked your head to the side, not completely getting what he was hinting at, but remembering him mentioning it when you were inside the lab room with Jeongguk.

“Don’t worry too much about it,”

He spoke again, voice a little more strained this time, and you noticed once again how tired he actually looked, you wanted nothing more than to offer him a space on the bed, cuddling up to him and sleeping until all your troubles went away, but before you could even open your mouth he spoke again.

“Namjoon will come in a bit, the two of you will go to the library so he can tell you a bit more about the different venoms,”

Seokjin sounded sounded so hollow, just as hollow as he looked, when he got up from the bed, making the wood under his feet slightly creek, and before you could even blink, he was long gone down the hall, and you were left all to yourself, to wonder who exactly Namjoon was.

Later that day, a tall boy, definitely taller than Seokjin and the rest, with a friendly smile and dimples, contrasting his pitch black hair and pale skin, knocked on your door.

“I’m Namjoon, Seokjin sent me to get you,”

He shortly explained, giving you another friendly smile, again making a big contrast to his icy cold skin.

You nodded once, and for up to follow him out the door, as you took in his attire from behind. He was dressed like Seokjin and the others, the only way you could describe it was prince-like.

He placed a protective hand on the small of your back, like Yoongi had done, but without pushing you, as he began to lead you to the library.

Walking down the many hallways, the castle was not nearly as empty as it had been the other multiple times you had been out in the halls. Now, the two of you would meet a servant almost at every corner, cleaning or doing other chores, and you couldn’t help but wonder if there were anyone down in the kitchens as well.

With the many new surroundings and people to look at, the walk didn’t seem to take long at all, and before you knew it, Namjoon had led you into a big, magnificent library, with books from all over the world.

He seemed pretty proud of the collection himself, as he went into explain about it, utterly mesmerized by the way your eyes would light up in excitement.

He let you to a group of comfortable looking, red chairs in a more secluded area of the library, and he gently patted one, indicating you to sit down.

“Here, Seokjin told me to give you this,”

Namjoon spoke, as he stood with his back to you, picking out books from the shelves. Suddenly he stopped, eyes focusing on a big, heavy book standing a little behind the others, and without the slightest struggle, did he pull it out and present it to you on the table.

‘The vampire anatomy’

Was written on it with big, bold, golden letters, and instantly your hands reached out to gently brush over the old looking book, afraid it might turn to dust in your grasp.

“You’ll need to know about us, if you’re going to stay here,”

Namjoon reasoned, taking a seat in a chair besides your, opening the book with less careful fingers, landing on a chapter about different venoms stored in a vampires fangs.

“Here, Seokjin wanted you to read this,”

You looked from the handwritten, cursive letters, to Namjoon with a curious expression, question after question just at the tip of your tongue.

“Seokjin mentioned something about Jeongguk and Taehyung’s venoms,”

You said absentmindedly, but Namjoon’s ears seemed to perk up, brilliant dark red orbs, searching yours.

“That would be because they’re fusing, when you’ve been bitten by different vampires in a small span of time, their venom’s will fuse and sometimes that can be very dangerous,”

He went onto explain, and you cocked your head.

“What about Hoseok then? Why didn’t he say anything about him?”

The questions came stumbling out of your mouth, but Namjoon didn’t seem to mind, happily lecturing you on what you needed to know.

“That’s because Hoseok’s venom is harmless, if you didn’t know about it’s existence it would be as if it was never even there, Taehyung and Jeongguk on the other hand both has dangerous venoms, and because they bit you in that short timespan they’re clashing, that is probably why you fainted when Jeongguk bit you,”

You hummed along, indicating you were listening, as you focused on Namjoon’s kind eyes, and the way his face lit up in a most endearing way when he was talking.

One thought was still bugging your mind though, you still couldn’t let go what the maid, Aera had said to your earlier.

It’s a great honor to have Seokjin bite you.

“Did Seokjin bite me while I was unconscious?”

The question slipped out of your mouth, surprising both yourself and Namjoon.

“Who told you that?”

His eyes narrowed slightly, and you sank the lump in your throat, slowly backing a little way when you realized you had leaned so much to the side that your head was practically leaning on Namjoon’s shoulder.

“A-a maid,”

You stuttered, and Namjoon just shook his head with a tired expression.

“Yes, yes Seokjin bit you, he didn’t feed off you though, he only bit you to balance out the fusion of Jeongguk and Taehyung’s venoms, and he also had to let you feed on him, but only to balance out your bloodlevels, Jeongguk almost killed you,”

Your eyes brows furrowed more with every new information, and you closed your eyes trying to grasp everything. Namjoon gently smiled at your confused expression, and handed the book back to you.

“Please read yourself,”

Carefully your hands grasped the book, lightly brushing Namjoon’s cold ones, and you placed the book in your lap.

-

Just half an hour into reading, did your mind start to get tired and the words you read were starting to make no sense.

From time to time, you would spare glances at Namjoon as he was deeply immersed in his own book, too immersed to really care about your boredroom, as you took in his sideprofile.

He was beautiful, there was no denying it, with his pitch black hair, slightly dipping down into his eyes, causing him to brush it away every few minutes, and his deep red, mesmerizing eyes as they scanned the book he was reading, along with his otherworldly proportions.

“Can I help you?”

A look, a little too cocky for his own good, adorned his features, and you realized in embarrassment that you had been caught, quickly looking up to meet his kind eyes, a subtle blush covering your face and ears.

“I-I’m sorry,”

You stuttered, as you began to realize just how close you were to him, noses almost brushing, when you turned your head.

Namjoon chuckled, voice noticeably lowering, making all sorts of emotions stir inside you. Long forgotten was the book, and whatever venom you were reading about, Namjoon being the only thing currently on your mind.

“No worries, bunny,”

He tilted his head a little, giving you a way too obvious invitation to his softlooking lips, and you couldn’t bring yourself to deny, slowly leaning forward again, lips carefully coliding.

Instantly, you sighed into the kiss, as his large hand came up to cup your rounded cheek, deepening the kiss, as you continued leaning forward, till you were almost halfway into his chair.

He felt like fire and ice, the kiss was soft and smooth, making your head spin, warm sensations shooting straight to your core as you felt his fangs slightly protruding, carefully poking at your bottom lip.

Testing out the waters, the tip of his pink tongue began to poke your bottom lip as well, carefully sliding into your mouth, dancing around your own tongue.

He tasted like metal and a certain sweetness that belonged to him, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, letting his tongue roam your mouth freely.

You did however need air, and sooner than you wanted to, you parted from him, a string of salvia connecting the both of you, making it clear how messy your kiss had actually been, and Namjoon looked at you with blown out pupils, fangs now fully on display for you and you felt your skin tingle.

He swallowed, hard.

“Can-can I have a taste?”

Without hesitation, you nodded, already offering him your wrist, like you did with Seokjin.

Instantly, his long fingers curlers around you, ice cold digits making contact with overheated skin, again feeling the wonderful feeling of fire and ice colliding.

First, his soft tongue came out to lap at your salty skin, followed by his nose, as he gently nosed around the area he intended to bite. He sucked and playfully nibbled at your skin, before finally biting down, sinking his teeth into the area he had already marked with a couple of hickies.

Your breathy moan escaped out into the empty library, as you felt his fangs sink in, instantly drawing moans and groans from him as well, as he slowly began to gulp down your sweet nectar.

You watched with hazy eyes as he drank, amazed by the way his Adam’s apple would bop up and down every time he sank another mouthful.

He was viciously licking at your bite marks the same time he was sucking, making sure no excess blood would go to waste as he fed.

Before long, he retreated with a satisfied groan, licking greedily around his mouth for any excess blood, two bite marks now permanently dug into your skin.

Your two wounds were still leaking the smallest amount of blood, but it was quickly fixed once Namjoon carefully dipped his thump into each wound, gathering whatever excess was left and greedily licking his fingers dry.

“Thank you, Bunny,”

He said, voice sincere as he gave your hand a squeeze, making your heart flutter when he didn’t let go, but only carefully intertwined your fingers, his big ones almost completely covering yours.

Much to your disappointment, Namjoon had to go sooner or later, leaving you to wonder around on your. You had just made your way out of the library, when a strange sensation filled you up.

It was the same feeling you had, before feeding Jeongguk, it was the same yearning to see his cheeks rounded and the happy satisfied look on his face, but he wasn’t there.

You could have sworn you were alone, except the couple servants walking around the castle cleaning and doing chores.

You felt restless, wondering around with the urge to find Jeongguk, but something told you that it was the last thing Seokjin would want you to.

You were torn, as you stood between the hallway that led to what you assumed must be a dining room, and the staircase you had talked earlier down to the kitchens.

“Bunny..”

A shiver ran down your spine, and you instantly turned around, upon hearing Jeongguk’s hoarse whisper in your ear, but nothing. The hallway couldn’t have been emptier.

“Bunny, I know you can hear me..”

Jeongguks voice continued, almost tauntingly as you stood there, confused in the hallway.

“Go to the dungeons, be a good girl and come down here for me, bunny,”

Your mind seemed to be made up, as you step by step, carefully began to walk down the stairs leading to the cellar and the kitchens.

“Come on Bunny, hurry up, I’m hungry..”

His raspy voice filled your senses, and instantly your only goal was to feed him, you wanted, no you needed to feed him, at the moment it was all your heart desired.

With your eagerness, it wasn’t long before you were stood before a big wooden door, looking like the kind of door you would never go through under any normal circumstances, but Jeongguk’s voice was egging you on.

“Come on Bunny, just open the door..”

He was persuasive, and you were sure you could feel him behind it, you knew he was there, and there was nothing you wanted more than to come to him, so it wasn’t long before your hands were gently placed against the wood of the door, and you pushed.

The door was heavy, but not so heavy you couldn’t open it, slowly you slid it open, revealing a dark room with multiple cages, all badly scratched up and clearly meant for something much stronger than a human.

Then you saw him, you gasped, and instantly forgot about the door as you ran to him, letting the door slam behind you.

“J-Jeongguk,”

The small amount of sunlight shining in through a tiny window, was just enough for you to see his state.

He was standing pressed up against the cage, looking paler than ever with hollowed our features and the most agonized look on his face.

Without even thinking, you instantly pressed yourself up against the cage as well, wanting to feel the small amount of warmth he emitted, and he instantly reached out through the bars, squeezing your hips trying to get your closer, closer, closer.

“Bunny..”

He rasped, looked down at you with dark eyes as he was towering over you.

“You found me,”

A cocky smirk crossed his features despite his state, and you instantly nodded, ready to do whatever he asked.

Gently, you let your fingers come up and hold his hollow cheeks, turning his face down so you could look into his brilliant eyes once more.

“What did they do to you?”

You whispered, worriedly stroking his cheekbones with your thumb, as you stood on your tiptoes, noses brushing as Jeongguk inhaled sharply.

“Nothing you cant fix,”

He reasoned, voice still raspy, boarding on a growl as he without warning leaned down and crashed his lips onto yours, almost violently, instantly igniting all sorts of flames in your lower stomach.

[bladekindeyewear]

HS^2 bloggin’ mainline 2020-05-31

Mainline upd8 before the June break.  More Terezi!  That should put me in a better mood. (1 edit (2020-06-01) since posting)

> CHAPTER 10. 1 WOND3R WH4T TH3Y T4ST3 L1K3

Wait, fuzzily waking up seeing the new planet?

Wait, why is the site background still black?

Wait, is this one of the new alien race members just created?

That would explain the chapter title.  (Especially if they were part plant, but Terezi would say that regardless, when you think about it.)

> ==>

Coming more into focus.

> ==>

Oh!  Back to the normal background.

TEREZI: W3LL

She’s not the one seeing this, so is this an alien perspective or does Rose’s visual processing take a while to turn back on post-warranty-breach?

> ==>

Huh?  It WAS her point of view?

So this:

--is just an attempt at rendering her smell-o-vision?

I know her sense of smell is supposed to be amazing, but this is MARKEDLY less paint-like than previous depictions of her smell-o-vision.  See for comparison:

Was this an intentional difference in clarity? Laziness? Her scent-vision being sharper?  They’re practically making us feel like her eyes are healed again, which would be disastrous, and not something even Ultimate Rose should necessarily be capable of.

(I’m inclined to give them less credit than usual today, though, so a poor visual choice most likely.)

TEREZI: TH4T W4S PR3TTY FUCK1NG STUP1D

Hate-screwing Rosebot?  Why?

I guess it’d leave you sore.

> ==>

TEREZI: F4LL1NG 4SL33P H3R3 1S JUST 4SK1NG FOR TROUBL3

Oh.  Are the new races - or their precursor “experiments” running around?

> ==>

TEREZI: NODD1NG OFF L1K3 TH4T UND3RN34TH 4N 4RBOR34L 4MBUL4TOR TEREZI: WHO KNOWS WH4T COULD H4V3 H4PP3N3D TEREZI: Y34H 4LR1GHT, 4LR1GHT TEREZI: G3T OFF MY C4S3 4BOUT 1T ALR34DY TEREZI: 1TS NOT L1K3 1 D1D 1T ON PURPOS3

Is Terezi talking to her other selves or something?  Or another brain ghost?

TEREZI: W3R3 JUST LUCKY TH3R3 1SNT 4NY W1ND 4T TH3 MOM3NT TEREZI: 1V3 3ST4BL1SH3D TH4T TH1S 1S WHY TH3Y MOV3 TEREZI: TH3 4MBUL4TORS 4R3 PL4NTS IN THE STR1CT S3NS3, BUT EXH1B1T LOCOMOT1V3 B3H4V1OUR DU3 TO TH31R UN1QU3 CONSTRUCT1ON

Ooh, moving trees.  Nice.

TEREZI: TH3 M41N BODY OF THE PL4NT CONS1STS OF A N3TWORK OF HOLLOW, TUB3LIKE GROWTHS THROUGH WH1CH 41R M4Y TR4V3L TEREZI: TH3S3 N3TWORKS 4R3 SO SOPH1ST1C4T3D TH4T TH3 SH1FT1NG PR3SSUR3 1NS1D3 TH3 TRUNK 4ND BR4NCH3S C4N C4US3 TH3 3NT1R3 PL4NT TO UPROOT 1TS3LF 4ND B3G1N "W4LK1NG", PROV1D3D TH3 COND1T1ONS 4R3 R1GHT TEREZI: TH1S PROC3SS, WH1L3 M4J3ST1C, C4N H4V3 DR4ST1C 3FF3CTS ON TH3 PL4NTS SURROUND1NGS

I know you like to eat them, but when did your analysis of plantlife get so clinical?  Do you have Aranea blabbing in your ear or something?

Oh.  OH, wait.  They have a Command Station.  Is Rose communicating with her remotely via that, and Terezi is just Dave-like vocalizing everything Rose punches into the terminal?  Then that would be Terezi arguing with HER out loud.  And the sudden transition of talk to “I’ve established that this is why they move.” is very Rose-sounding.

> ==>

That lil’ “hup” pose to jump over the gap Terezi’s making is adorable.  Also, those are bad failed experiments y’all have created and you should feel bad, Rose and Dirk.  (Rose is definitely to blame for this spider-bunny nightmare.)

TEREZI: HUP!

Hup

TEREZI: 1 WOND3R WH4T TH3Y T4ST3 L1K3 >:O

They look like they’d taste like bee spiders with inedible stuffing throughout.

Trolls do find grubs of most sorts appetizing though.

> ==>

TEREZI THOSE ARE NO REASON TO BE HAPPY

> ==>

Yeah, beautiful field-shot aside I feel pretty bad for that creation.  Looks miserable.

> ==>

Now they’re just mashing up consorts.  Are they TRYING to populate the planet with weird garbage for the final products to eat?  (Or fight? Hard-troll-childhood style?)

> ==>

THAT THING IS NO REASON TO LOOK SO HAPPY EITHER REZI

Gosh, at least she’s having fun though.

> ==>

You’re ignoring Onionsan, Terezi

> ==>

I wonder what lazy name this Horsisaur has.

Fun abandoned. Survival instincts fully engaged. Terezi runs.

She throws backward sniffs over her shoulder as she tears through the scrubby cling of the planet’s undergrowth, catching fractured impressions of exactly what has decided to chase her. A shuddering, 20 foot monstrosity that somehow seems to both scamper and glide, like a centipede, rustling like foliage as it moves, as if an entire goddamn forest is bearing down on her.

Between the game and Alternia, you shouldn’t be TOO rusty at this, right?

The problem with using smells to navigate the world is that the unfamiliar can be difficult to parse. Every whiff over her shoulder gives her another blurry glimpse of what this beast is.

Yeah, smell is a little slower on the pickup than sight.

Rose shared her books with Terezi when she was on the ship, and her favorite by far was the compendium of the zoologically dubious. Everything contained inside was just so unbelievably unlikely. This creature appears to be a combination of all of them.

Really? What we see of it doesn’t look THAT weird.  But we only see about half of it from this angle, so.

--Twisted ankle?  Come on, you’re not THAT rusty.

> ==>

It’s fear, pure and simple. Unsurprising, when being menaced by a monster, but it also doesn’t last for more than a second. A cold flame that instantly burns itself out, and all of a sudden she is just deeply, impossibly, indescribably tired. Down to her bones.

You’re already giving up??!?

Honestly, she really has no right to feel this... this fatigue. This crushing embrace of endless struggle. Terezi Pyrope has not had an easy life by anyone’s standards, but so much of her thirteen or so sweeps has just been standing still. Waiting. Huddling blind and half dead in her recuperacoon, the sopor burning the hideous mess that the sun has left her eyes, alight with a hatred so layered and intense that she couldn’t make sense of it.

Dammit, do we have to go SO EXHAUSTINGLY DEEPLY into EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER’S PTSD?!??

It was horrifying--that pain or fury--but also, admittedly, very boring. Then there were the sweeps on the meteor, the endless, gelatinous stretches of time in the chaos of the outer ring, searching for... Vriska, ostensibly, but also maybe just for a chance to dry up. To disappear. Go extinct.

Terezi doesn’t know if it’s an attribute of her aspect, or the sheer psychic damage of spending so long in the company of two humans with god complexes. Maybe it’s just an inherited symptom of being conscious. But sometimes it feels like none of them are going to get out of this, alive or dead.

Fuck, apparently we are.  These writers don’t know how to let up.  Can’t we get a little more retroactive dwelling on how FUN some of their lives up til now were?  And then... maybe NOT only do that to contrast with how depressed they are now??  There was SO much delight in Homestuck amidst the hardship, and if you’re going to show us more of the hardship you have to show us more of the delight, too, or everything just gets pointlessly dark.

--ah, Rose redirected the command console to point to the monster and stopped it that way.

ROSE: I am devastated to report that those are really more vines than tentacles, and even worse, they aren’t mine.

Pff.

...Poking fun at the terminology for Patron Trolls, at this late date of all times.

TEREZI: D4V3 4ND 1 H4D 4 LOT 1N COMMON B4CK TH3N, OR 4T L34ST 1T F3LT L1K3 W3 D1D ROSE: As I have come to understand it, for a while at least, we were all being steered in the right direction by a debatably benevolent force. ROSE: One imposed on us by the game itself, even if we had yet to enter it. TEREZI: ... ROSE: You don’t believe me. TEREZI: NO, 1 DO TEREZI: 1T SOUNDS 1NCR3D1BLY DUMB AND UNL1K3LY BUT SO DO3S 3V3RYTH1NG 3LS3 TH4T H4PP3NS TO 4NY OF US

Terezi, don’t you know at least half as much about Skaia as anyone else here? Isn’t that what she’s talking about?

TEREZI: SO YOU 4R3 DO1NG TH3 S4M3 TH1NGS TO TH3S3 CR34TUR3S TH4T SOM3 OTH3R CR34TUR3S D1D TO YOU 4ND YOUR FR13NDS ROSE: I suppose that is a fair assessment. Although we were not our own creators. It was John who— DIRK: I hate to break up the recap episode, but we need to deal with this situation before it gets out of hand.

Wait, she’s talking about the Exiles?  Terezi TOLD Dave about the exiles helping them.  SHE was the one who told us how that worked!  Although I guess you could chalk her questions up to her not knowing one of those “terminals” was involved.

TEREZI: 4ND HOW 4R3 YOU H3R3 4NYW4Y? DIRK: I have administrative privileges. TEREZI: YOU H4V3 4DM1N1STR4T1V3 PR1V1L3G3S TO MY P4LMHUSK DIRK: Yes.

Was Terezi dictating to her palmhusk earlier?  Why was she talking for Rose’s part of the conversation earlier, but not now?  Was that a mistake?  Or did Rose switch off the terminal, despite her apparent confusion with the terminal now???

Opinion of HS^2... dropping... keep it together stop judging the comic so hard... NOT dropping off in quality... shh brain! Shoosh!!!

(Seriously though, don’t put ANY asks in my inbox about HS^2 dropping off in quality, even as much as I’M starting to complain.  Gotta keep my hopes up to keep enjoying myself as I keep going.)

ROSE: Don’t let it get to you. My father has a habit of appearing in places he’s not wanted.

You’re seriously just CALLING him that now?!??

DIRK: I was saying that we should get Terezi down from there before continuing our mining of the core themes in our personal narratives.

Ah, that’s why you used the terminology.

DIRK: I was saying that we should get Terezi down from there before continuing our mining of the core themes in our personal narratives. ROSE: Of course. I’ll take care of it. DIRK: Appreciate it. TEREZI: 1 W1SH YOU WOULDN’T DO TH4T WH3R3 1 C4N S33 1T DIRK: Do what? TEREZI: TH4T TH1NG WH3R3 YOU G3T P3OPL3 WHO 4R3 NOT M3 TO DO WH4T3V3R 1T 1S YOU W4NT TH3M TO TEREZI: M1ND CONTROL

Oh, damn.  That was a creepy order, then.  And is Rose STILL not wise to it?  Can Terezi and Dirk just TALK about the narrative control IN FRONT OF ROSE and have her not recognize it because of said control??? :C

TEREZI: WH4T TH3 FUCK 1S GO1NG ON DIRK: You can make more boots. TEREZI: 1M NOT T4LK1NG 4BOUT TH3 BOOTS, NOOKBR34TH TEREZI: 1 MEAN TH3 M3N4G3R13 FROM H3LL DIRK: Well, we’ve encountered a couple bumps along the road. TEREZI: YOU DONT S4Y

This is fun, but I can’t help but notice that Rose has completely stopped talking.  Fuck having Dirk flaunt this even harder just ups the creepiness even more.

TEREZI: YOU GUYS R34LLY SUCK 4T TH1S DIRK: Yeah, agreed. TEREZI: ... TEREZI: WOW, TH4T W4S MUCH L3SS P41NFUL 4ND LONG-W1ND3D TH4N 1 W4S 3XP3CT1NG 1T TO B3 DIRK: What was? TEREZI: CONV1NC1NG YOU TH4T 4LL OF TH3S3 "D3S1GNS" TH4T YOU H4V3 COM3 UP W1TH SUCK SH1T TEREZI: 1 THOUGHT YOU WOULD T3LL M3 TH4T 4LL OF 1T 1S P4RT OF SOM3 "GR4ND PL4N" TEREZI: TH4T TH3Y SUCK ON PURPOS3 OR SOM3TH1NG L1K3 TH4T DIRK: Well, it is a part of the grand plan. And they do suck on purpose. DIRK: But not on my purpose. DIRK: It’s Rose. She is remarkably bad at this. Voluntarily. TEREZI: DO YOU M34N TH4T SH3 1S TRY1NG TO S4BOT4G3 4LL OF YOUR GR4ND CR34T1ONS TEREZI: OH POW3RFUL GOD PR1NC3? DIRK: No, she’s playing the game. That part hasn’t been a problem. DIRK: I mean she is just making incredibly nonsensical decisions and refusing to back down, even when I up the ante to preposterous levels. DIRK: You should see some of the shit she’s come up with. I’m pretty sure I watched a vagina on legs walk by this morning. TEREZI: 1 DONT TH1NK 1 S4W TH4T ON3 DIRK: Despite her initial resistance, Rose has gone completely feral. TEREZI: YOU M34N TH4T SH3 1S H4V1NG FUN DIRK: Yes.

You loosened her morals so she’d be conscience-free to go full zoological playground, and she’s GOING full zoological playground.  What did you expect?

TEREZI: 4ND WH4T 1S WRONG W1TH 4 L1TTL3 B1T OF FUN YOUR H1GHN3SS? DIRK: Nothing. I got absolutely no problem with having a good time while we see to the boring and altogether completely frivolous task of seeding the future of this planet. DIRK: But she really TEREZI: YOU 3XP3CT3D H3R TO B3 TH3 ON3 TO HOLD YOU B4CK, 1NST34D OF TH3 OTH3R W4Y 4ROUND DIRK: No, that's not it. TEREZI: YES, 1 TH1NK 1T 1S 1T

What?  “Holding her back”?  How did this suddenly become about Dirk’s insecurity at his ectobiological skill?

DIRK: By project, do you mean that I expect Rose to be too much like myself? TEREZI: NO, 1 M34N TH3 OPPOS1T3 TEREZI: YOU 3XP3CT H3R TO B3 B3TT3R TH4N YOU TEREZI: YOU W4NT H3R TO PR3V3NT 4LL OF YOUR WORST T3ND3NC13S. TH3 W4Y 1 US3D TO W1TH VR1SK4 WH3N W3 W3R3 MO1R41LS

--Oh, you meant hold them back from going TOO FAR.  I see.  And also, the way Terezi and Vriska were “moirails” is the WORST example, and thus quite fitting to relate to this situation.  For their brief pale stint, Terezi never really STOPPED Vriska from doing ANYTHING. She just supported Vriska, while Vriska spewed some flattery Terezi’s way... and then proceeded to do whatever the fuck she wanted. Sometimes without telling her.  It was an AWFUL example of proper moirallegiance, as I covered in the above link.

Dirk wouldn’t know about that, though.  And neither does Terezi, apparently, unless she’s just not admitting it.

(EDIT: Also, Rose never had the slightest chance of ever holding Dirk back like she might have wanted because DIRK MIND CONTROL OVERRIDES HER EVERY TIME SHE HAS RESERVATIONS. The only way a moirallegiance can work at all is if the one being held back is WILLING to listen. Dirk has deliberately and continuously suppressed Rose's ability to even THINK about dissuading him from literally any course of action.)

TEREZI: YOUR3 3XP3CT1NG ROS3 TO C4TCH YOU WH3N YOU GO TOO F4R TEREZI: SH3 1SNT GO1NG TO DO TH4T, 1 DONT TH1NK TEREZI: 1N F4CT, 1 TH1NK SH3 1S MOR3 L1K3LY TO GO TOO F4R TH4N YOU 4R3 DIRK: What makes you say that? TEREZI: 1 DONT KNOW TEREZI: JUST 4 F33L1NG, 1 GU3SS. 1 M1GHT NOT B3 4 GOD-MODD3D DORK 1N COSPL4Y, BUT 1M ST1LL A S33R TEREZI: 4ND 1 H4VE SP3NT W4Y MOR3 T1M3 W1TH TH3 TWO OF YOU TH4N 4LMOST 4NYON3 ELSE, WH1CH 1S 1NCR3D1BLY D3PR3SS1NG TO TH1NK 4BOUT

Guh.  A real pair of villains.  Is that REALLY why you brought Rose, Dirk?

TEREZI: 4NYW4Y, 1F YOU DONT L1K3 TH3 W4Y ROS3 1S DO1NG TH1NGS WHY DONT YOU JUST NOT-M1ND CONTROL H3R 1NTO DO1NG 1T TH3 R1GHT W4Y TEREZI: PROBL3M SOLV3D DIRK: I’ve made the decision to freehand this one. I’m not planning to influence Rose’s decision in any part of the contest. Otherwise it’s too easy, and barely worth doing at all.

Obviously.  And you can’t argue her down the normal way because she was NEVER someone to listen to someone like you in a direct confrontation without any misleading subterfuge.  You would’ve had to Doc Scratch it.

DIRK: So you’re saying you want me to mind-control Rose. TEREZI: NO, 1M S4Y1NG TH4T 1 TH1NK YOU 4R3 4 COW4RD TEREZI: P3RH4PS 1 W1LL T3LL H3R TH4T YOU H4V3 B33N WH1SP3R1NG YOUR STR4NG3 L1TTL3 1NC4NT4T1ONS 1N H3R 34R OV3R TH3 L4ST F3W SW33PS TEREZI: L1K3 4 CR33PY W31RDO DIRK: No, you won’t. If you were going to, you would have already.

Are you talking about the narrative mind control or are you talking about something else?  Something weirder?  Because calling them “strange little incantations” sounds like he’s been doing some creepily Doc-Scratchy grooming to her like how Doc kinda rage-controlled the trolls to write his genetic code on their walls in their most vulnerable moments.

DIRK: Unless you think I’m still projecting my "image" of what I think Rose "should" do, and she actually won’t give a shit. TEREZI: NO, 1 TH1NK SH3 W1LL B3 CONFL1CT3D TEREZI: UNL3SS YOU M1ND-CONTROL H3R NOT TO B3 DIRK: Not mind control. TEREZI: WH4T3VER!

And that’s just it.  Rose WOULD have been very conflicted about MUCH of this if you hadn’t used your narrative control to override all her inhibitions.  So instead you get the version of her who would have gone with your plans without hesitation, which is the WORST version of her.  And she doesn’t even have a choice to be better.

Alright, that’s the end of the upd8.  See y’all!  Maybe a bit after the commentary goes up for this (already has for the Influencers bonus) I’ll cover the commentary on both this and the bonus, but that’ll be in at least a few days.  Ciao

[thepeakyfckingblinders]

Răbĭēs || Michael Gray x reader

⤠ MASTERLIST⤟

Anon requested:  16 + 19 with michael please? xx Summary:  n.16 & 19 from my prompt list:  “Another’s hands on her skin” + “I’ll burn this fucking place down”. (Thomas being completely reckless here, shocker, I know)

Warnings: violence, heavy drinking, obviously swearing 

Author’s notes:

I’m sorry for being this late, so so so sorry! I also forgot to tag you @namelesslosers, forgive me babe

The title is actually a Latin word, I LOVE LATIN SO DAMN MUCH, indeed I added its meaning as an intro for the piece, please tell me if you liked this idea

In this imagine the boys didn’t destroy The Marquis pub (at least not yet), plus the Changrettas attacked Arthur instead of Grace.

There’s a quote written in Italian in the middle of the script, it’s marked by an asterisk and you’ll find its translation at the end of the page.

Let me know what you think and tell me if this is what you expected  ♡

I’m Italian, English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for every possible mistake I made. Also please, help me improve my writing by telling me if there’s something wrong

I FINALLY EDITED THIS IMAGINE, SO I HOPE IT’S BETTER NOW

I AM SO TRULY SORRY I DID SUCH A RUSHED WORK THIS TIME, FORGIVE ME, IT WAS A LONG AND HARD DAY, I NEEDED SOME OTHER TIME TO DO THINGS PROPERLY

ENJOY!

Răbĭēs feminine noun V declension 1. fury, rage, violence 2. madness, frenzy 3. amorous passion

“Tell me again why it had to be her” Michael���s voice came out in a growl, hampered by his clenched teeth, as he tensely moved on his chair, mechanically adjusting his classy pinstripe suit. He was unutterably furious because, that time more than any other, Thomas had seriously gone too far, to say the least. In fact, after John’s unpleasant encounter with Angelo Changretta, the Italian clan had started threatening the Peaky Blinders and, a few days later, two of their youngest recruits somehow managed to attack Arthur while he was alone on his way home, in the early hours of the morning.

Luckily, no grievous harm had come to the eldest Shelby, those inexperienced and undisciplined kids had only been able to leave a slight knife wound in his left side, but nevertheless, the whole family agreed that such an affront had to be punished. As a result, Tommy got to collect all sorts of information about the Changrettas thanks to his uncountable contacts in Birmingham and London, still that wasn’t enough to take actual action. He needed to hear what the Italians’ intentions were straight from their men’s mouth, so he inconsiderately decided to drag you in that dirty mess by asking you to charm one of their henchmen and obtain as many details as possible about their plans. It goes without saying that you immediately accepted his proposal, tired of not being helpful in any way, you were desperately longing for a chance to show them you were able to cope with that kind of business as well. For this reason, you didn’t think twice about it, not even when Michael found out and firmly objected to the idea of exposing his girlfriend to such a danger. So there you were: Tommy, John and Michael lurking in a secret room of The Marquis pub, two more blinders watching at the main entrance, while you sat alone at the bar, in all your magnificent beauty, patiently waiting for your target to show up. “ ‘Cause that fucking eyetie is almost a kid, we needed a young girl, a clever one, and that’s y/n, now just shut up ” Without blinking an eye at Michael’s totally justified rage, Thomas nonchalantly cleared his throat and spat that sharp answer with his typical adamant tone, then he opened his cigarette case handing it to his cousin, as if a simple smoke could repay him for the hell he was literally going through.

“That’s my girl, Tom! Christ, those people are dangerous!” Michael’s fists aggressively collided with the round table they were sitting to, and the crystal glasses full of whisky upon it alarmingly quaked, producing a disturbing tinkle that filled the room, together with his heavy breaths. “I don’t see much of a problem with that since she fucks you, a bloody gangster” Tommy’s lips, already tensed in a harsh grin, threw out that inflammatory remark as he lethargically played with the half empty cup in his right hand, his blue eyes fixed on the dark liquor swaying. And this time Michael definitely lost his temper, his face twitched with pure fury as he abruptly stood from his seat, without a second thought he would’ve rabidly pounced on Thomas, had it not been for John’s quick hands that promptly grabbed his shoulders in order to keep him in his place. “Hey! You’re acting like two fucking children” John blurted out, his low voice had the air quivering around their solid figures, then he moderately poked Michael’s neck in hope to put some sense back into him “Shit, you have to control yourself, kid! We need to stay focused on what’s important right now” As the middle brother surprisingly tried to act like the grown-up for once, they saw your elegant silhouette sneaking in the private room strategically located in front of them, so that they could have a clear visual on what was happening in there without being seen. You giggled in a flirtatious way, holding hands with the Italian guy -whose name turned out to be Salvatore- in order to lead him exactly where you wanted him to be. At that sight Michael rudely finished his drink in a single swig, before lighting the umpteenth cigarette of the night in attempt to calm his nerves, but then again he saw the bloke’s fingers ably linger your cheek and go down your neck while the two of you kept talking about only God knew what, and his blind rage inexorably erupted afresh. “You want me to stay here, nice and quiet, watching another’s hands on her skin without doing anything, that’s bullshit!” He angrily snarled, his fingers going through his short hair in a convulsive movement. John rolled his eyes at those words and boldly put on a taunting smirk as soon as the cigar he was smoking left his lips. “C’mon, Shakespeare, stop being so dramatic over this” But he immediately bowed his head in discomfort, when Thomas and Michael simultaneously sent him a menacing glare; in the meanwhile Salvatore tantalizingly leant towards your face, whispering in your ear with his strong accent something about how he’d like to feel your body against his, and you suddenly began to fear the potential developments of that risky situation. Michael, on the other hand, was now furiously walking up and down the place, it really felt like he was suffocating and he knew he couldn’t stand anything like that for much longer. “If that fucker gets that close to her again, I swear I’ll burn this fucking place down!” Exactly when his brutal voice came out in a frenetic shout, by sheer coincidence, he found himself watching one of the guy’s hands avidly grip your thigh left exposed by the slit of the glittering dress you were wearing; you instantly tried to push the stranger away, yet he was too strong in comparison and his filthy mouth overwhelmingly ended upon the hot skin of your neck.

John didn’t even have the time to fully pronounce the word “fuck” alone, that Michael already stormed in the room, he had raw hate burning in his eyes and sharp breaths shaking his body as he took heavy steps in your direction. “E tu chi cazzo sei?”* that was the only thing Salvatore was able to say, before your boyfriend roughly pulled him off you, punching him in the face multiple times and then forcing him to get down on his knees by holding a hand around his throat, nearly choking him on the spot. You had never seen him in such a state, your Michael was always sweet and caring, rarely nervous and even less violent, the one busy killing a man in front of your eyes was a complete different person, and that realization scared you to death. “John, get her out of here, now!” His tone brooked no arguments as he kept tightening his grip on the boy, despite your screams and prayers to stop; eventually Johnny obeyed to that severe order, dragging you out of the pub with no hesitation and leaving Thomas and Michael alone with their prey. “This bastard needs to learn a fucking lesson.”

*E tu chi cazzo sei? = Who the fuck are you?

[itscookieoverlordtoyou]

40 Questions — Meme for Fic Writers

Don’t you sometimes see those ask games and wish you could just fkg do them all? On this sunny Saturday, we make our dreams reality lolol

1.  Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Short fic, I usually get a small scene I want written so I write around it, plus I love short stories with interesting punchline.

2.  Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Probably, I don’t know them all ^^’

3.  Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

Writing about stuff that disgust me I guess.

4.  How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Like 5-6? I want to write about a restaurant but set in a world where people have powers I think the combo could be very funny. The main character has the power of insight, the plonge is a giant pool where you swim around cleaning. Backstories of characters with shitty and amazing powers and how they ended up here. Rival to lover character that has the power to see into the future.

5. Share one of your strengths.

Dialogues, subversion, and humor; classmates often said I have a touch to spin a sad story into something positive/happier.

6.  Share one of your weaknesses?

I get tired when I describe something for longer than 4 sentences.

7.  Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“In what kind of trouble have we walked right into?”, I ask my companions as they’re idly fixing their attire. Together, we’ve face many perils and this mission ranks among one of the most dangerous. Yet, the others had been…how should I say it…professional! Rescuing kidnapped princesses, vanquishing terrifying monsters, quests to restore mythical artifacts, save nations from insidious plots. Oddly enough, “Does this dress make me look fat?”, is not the answer I’m looking for.

Ribbon in my hair is the first time I wrote about my knights, I first dreamt about them when I as 18, my boyfriend at the time called my idea stupid and my world building pointless so I only started writing about them when I was 21. Now I write about them a little bit every year :)

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“Do you really want your last words to be complaints?”

“I die as I lived.”

“Will we become a fruit tree?”

“I don’t think so, it’s never been the case for my ancestors.”

“I’d love it if we could turn into a banana tree.”

“I’m not from the southern regions, plus I like apples more.”

“Just imagine, our fruits could have been banana flambée”

This death scene was a big finale to a story I wrote for a class in Uni, a story of war between clan of forest and volcano people, of the supposedly brutal death of a Goddess, of a mysterious apple tree whose fruit give vision of the past. I should revisit it.

9.  Which fic as been the hardest to write?

My analysis on D’Artagnan and the figure of the hero. Granted it’s an essay for school but I deeply loved it. I was too afraid to write or ask for help from the professor in charge of me (which made our relationship tense ^^’) but when I did, it was beautiful and I was very proud got 89% :D

10.  Which fic has been the easiest to write?

A play called Adelaide where an old couple reads their old fairytale book about a Prince on a quest to save a Princess. They bicker about the other misreading the story but we finally get to the part where the Prince tosses the princess apart to get a better view of the dragon of which he falls instantly in love. The book is actually their wedding album.

11.  Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

It’s one of my passions, but it’s not something I think I could live on so I delegated it to my hobby.

12.  Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

The wedding scene in Shrek 2, my mind was blown when I saw it in theaters and when I need inspiration to write, I rewatch it.

13.  What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Presentation is important. If trying to read you gives people headaches, they’ll stop. Choose a nice big font, space with paragraphs, be mindful of your spelling and missing words. Read out loud because some things written are bad said.

14.  What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

I must’ve been lucky in this regard, I don’t think I’ve ever received advice that made me go NO, but I did have to listen/read stuff that made me gag.

15.  If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

I would love to the Adelaide acted out, some adjustments would be required because I’m no expert in play writing but I think I’d be great.

16.  If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

Luyenor’a and Taram, names are placeholders as of now but they’re two of my knight, being the “only pairing I’m allow to write about forever” means I’d get more knight shenanigans done.

17.  Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I’m doing bullets point of what I want to happen and write stuff without much order. Some days I have no inspirations for what goes in the beginning but have loads for a later point. I surf the wave when it presents itself.

18.  Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

Word on my computer, a notebook in my bag, the note app in my phone.

19. Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

I have little trinkets all around my computer to invite inspiration.

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

Freshly woken up, having eaten, drinking something sugary and sometimes apple cider because the alcohol help lower my inhibition.

21.  How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

I read out loud at least once the whole thing, helps with missing words but dude I reread my stuff on ao3 and always find mistakes still ^^’

22. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).

I’m not going to put here because it’s in French and I don’t want to translate now but I wrote Vision of a world, mine when I was 16 and damn was I already depressed then?

23.  If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

The Princess and the Soldier, some gay fairytale I think my first one, I’m sure I can do better bow

I also have one about a janitor and it’s a murder mystery I could redo

24. Have you ever deleted one of your published fics?

Once by accident, I was so angry I never rewrote it.

25.  What do you look for in a beta?

I don’t really use beta (beta reader right?) but I guess I’ve had like 3-4 when I was in Uni and had to read people’s wip and they read mine. They’d talk about what they liked, links they noticed, things that seemed weak or to change

26.  Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?

I usually just point out the stuff I like

27.  How do you feel about collaborations?

For a class in college, we had to act out a play we wrote collectively. Ten sketches written in pairs/alone. I made sure I was alone so I wouldn’t be saddled with someone else to write my sketch

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

I don’t follow fic writers; I just am in a mood for a ship and read what’s available. I do like my friend @alumort ‘s fics tho ^^

29.  If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

There was a Phineas and Ferb fic focused on Perry I really loved. Their world building was something I’d never seen and they abandoned the story, so I did fanfic of a fic. Never dared to post it anywhere I mean it was their world to begin with.

30.  Do you accept prompts?

Of course, when inspiration is given I accept

31.  Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

I don’t care about canon but I do love using it when there are little trivia to enrich the character.

32.  How do you feel about smut?

Love to read it sometimes, would love to write it. Some I’m like………….youveneverhadsexhaveyou…………………

33.  How do you feel about crack?

Love it!!!!!!!! I’m too self-conscious to write it tho. Oh maybe that could be a never before written trope I could try?

34.  What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?

Rape I can’t, dub-con where underlying requited feelings exist but anxiety™ don’t let the characters express them but they’re drunk so it surfaces is okay

35.  Would you ever kill off a canon character?

Hell yeah! I do when/if the death makes sense (I am still pissed at Kishi for Neji)

36.  Which is your favorite site to post fic?

Ao3 is where I post,I used devianart when I had one

37.  Talk about your current wips.

Marry Me for the Love of Cake: God I’m so sorry to the few people who followed it, I said I’d pick it up before the end of 2019 and well……I have the ending in bullet points

Yours, with Love: I hope I’ll finish it…I have most of the ending in bullet points

I guess I’m into rom com at the moment lolol

38.  Talk about a review that made your day.

I made my best friend read All this for a Roll Cake, and she laughed so much at my work, I took a picture I look at from time to time to remain humble.

39.  Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

Thankfully I’ve never received a rude review. My professor once told me it seemed kinda unnatural how unlucky my protagonist was vs. how lucky his love interest was (All this for a Roll Cake) but that was the whole point of the story so I just ignored her.

40.  Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

Writing this I realised I lost my final version of All this for a Roll Cake T^T so I guess I’d rewrite the ending I have of the before the last version I still have.

Well this was fun ^^ got to revisit my works and remember many beloved pieces of fiction I wrote, I look forward to my next projects

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Barely Alive (Chris Evans) (Pt.1)

Characters: Chris Evans x short reader

Summary: A zombie apocalypse happened on earth. You've decided to do something impulsive which will lead you into a life or death situation. But despite that, an unexpected savior came to rescue you and he was far more scared for your life than his. (Part 1)

Warnings: Cuss words with a little bit of violence?

Words: 1,500 (Kinda short I think? For me? Hehehehe.)

A/N: Btw, English isn't my mother tongue. So, if y'all find some typos or wrong grammars please do correct me if I'm wrong. 😊 Thank you very much! 😊 FEEDBACKS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT AGAIN!

Disclaimer: PNG's used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. However, the edits and oneshots are definitely from moi.

Dedicated: @readermia​ @mcuclintasha​ @itsallyscorner​

"No, no, no, not my hand please--it hurts!--you fucktard!" You exclaimed, mentally weeping from the pain you were feeling. Basically crying out when the only last man standing was stepping on your broken hand to stop you from getting your pistol.

You have shot a bullet through his friends skulls because they were being disrespectful and when you say disrespectful then you meant that he had other wicked things in mind as he found you scavenging supplies for the whole team. Out of all the people that were left in your group, you were the most precised shooter than the rest and you decided to leave all on your own because nobody dared to.

They were too frightened to step foot out of the base besides the other set of people who comes in and out of the base to rescue survivors or bring in supplies which included you in that set of people who weren't scared for the outcomes of meeting an infected.

Target the head. That was all you guys needed to know to save yourselves from them. However, it's a different thing if you were about to encounter humans.

Nothing good happens when you leave alone, yes? Bad things always happen when you act impulsively without even thinking and you know this was karma for that.

"You little stupid bitch," The man seethed as he stepped on your hand a lot more. Igniting a brash scream out of you as drops of tears fell on the sides of your cheeks. It was stupid for other people to see however the pain was already too much.

It was tormenting.

Your body was already feeling all types of pain, from the way blood fell on your nose as the man named 'Caesar' kicked your face and stomach till the way he was torturing your broken right hand. You've made a stupid ass decision and deep inside you know it was.

In Chris's point of view, you surely did made a very big mistake.

"I've got eyes on the asshole," You've heard a very familiar tone in his voice. It was deep, low and sultry as it echoed out loud inside the huge abandoned mall. A helpless sigh left your chapped, bloody lips as you heard footsteps. Caesar's boots momentarily leaving your hand as he lifted his foot off the ground. Your eyes began to close, feeling the ache engulf on every part of your body.

A loud pitch scream left your lips when you felt somebody tightly grab onto the roots of your hair, tugging it rough enough till your head started to ache too. "Take your filthy fucking hands off her. I swear to God, I'm going to fucking kill you," Chris threatened as he slowly stalked forward. Voice frighteningly low. His gorgeous blue eyes turning a shade darker with the toughest expression that could make the earth wilt in fear.

The expression he had on his face became unreadable. From the way his eyes scanned your suffering body, he felt his blood run cold and felt his heart beat drop because of your bloody face. You were just fine before he last saw you, but because you were an impulsive one for not even listening to him, you were now in pain.

You were in pain. Chris bore in mind, watching you in the midst of fading.

He gritted his teeth as his jaw turned too tight to even notice, cocking the gun he had in his hand as another survivor suddenly came out behind 'Caesar'. Another healthy human who was included in your group and who came with Chris. He aimed the pistol at Caesar's head. Lips forming a thin line at the realization that some human actually hurt his friend to the bones.

Your savior uttered something incomprehensible before your eyelids fluttered shut and a loud shot of a gun came after. Subsequently, your head dropped on the floor with a loud thud and your heart began to soften its beat.

Indecipherable chatters and shouts followed. You could feel your face turning numb. Eyes never threatening to open because of how tired and painful everything felt from all the injuries you've gotten. The broken hand that was stepped was turning more insensible rather than the excruciating pain not a little while ago. Suddenly, you felt somebody hold you. Warmth wrapped you in a hug which made you moan out in pain, gibberish sounds coming out of your mouth as you couldn't form proper words because you could feel as if you were too tired and helpless to even talk.

"Hey? Y/N? Can you hear me?" Your body was lifted off the ground. Another incoherent moan was sent to the latter and with that, it made Chris more worried than he ever should. More worried than your boyfriend who happened to stay back at the base because he was too scared to even encounter an infected.

"She's not responding, Anthony! She's not responding, she's not talking, she's fucking bleeding! Damn it, she even broke her hand!" Chris panicked, his anxiety trying to grope him like he was being choked. There it was again. He was constantly checking your vital signs as he held you tight at the back of the truck, bringing a hand in front of your face to feel you breathing or even resting his ears on your chest just to check if you were still alive.

You were, but with the slightest beating of a heart. It was faint, certainly not normal for a healthy person.

"Chris," Anthony calmly started, yet driving faster than normal. He kept glancing at his rear-view mirror, keeping notice at how his close friend was going nuts for Y/N. A lass who was the same age as the kid named Tom Holland who happened to be his friend too and was staying at the base.

Anthony had his eyebrows cinched together as he drove as fast as he can. Never forgetting to look at Chris who had his fingers on her left wrist, checking her pulse. Both of his hands never letting go of hers which made Anthony grab his attention.

"Yo, Christopher."

Cuss words were on repeat, "Shit, shit, shit," he exclaimed like a broken tape recorder and Anthony repeated himself, his face serious yet calm. The actual opposite of what Chris had written on his face.

"Chris! Calm the fuck down,"

"I am! I am! I'm trying! But how can I?!" The panicked man replied with a threatened look on his face. Holding in deep breaths as he caressed your hair in the most tender way. You slightly groaned, hands weakly squeezing his which made him double-check your suffering state. His hands full of blood and dirt. Nevertheless, he never cared because all that mattered at the moment was keeping you alive and breathing.

You could hear everything, though you don't have the strength to do anything about it. Despite of the screams running inside your head, yelling a loud 'I'm okay,'. With how bruised you were, you just couldn't.

"We're close. Don't let her sleep. We don't want her risking a hemorrhage," Anthony Mackie uttered, his voice deep as he made a right turn. Entering an old, abandoned factory that had tents, gates and bonfires surrounding the place.

They were finally safe, yet Y/N was in critical condition.

COMMENT OR REBLOG IF YA’ WANT A PART TWO, TATER TOTS! Tell me what ya’ think about this one shot! 

XOXO, TATA

[udunie]

Okay, you guys, here’s the part of the Gerard fic that I love (it goes on to a sex scene that I don’t like, cause it doesn’t seem to fit the tone of this part)

Warning for: prostitution, drug abuse, addiction, generally heavy themes

Also, this is basically not edited or betaed at this point, I just want to pick your brains about how to go on with this, cause I feel like ‘monster cock and fake tits’ isn’t the way to go... Please let me know what you think :D

ETA: wow love it when tumblr fucks shit up, anyway, fixed now lol

***

Stiles was just a month or two over eighteen when his dad died. He didn’t like to think about it. Or all the things that happened after. It was like whatever self control he ever had was buried with his dad, leaving him destined to make one bad decision after the other.

Stiles just wanted to forget. Preferably everything; not going to college, not being able to pay his dad’s medical bills, being forced to sell the house, living in his jeep and turning tricks on occasion to survive… He just wanted to escape it all.

First there was the drinking and the weed, and when those were not enough anymore to get him through the day, he tried other things… ecstasy, cocaine, whatever. With his ADHD, drugs didn’t always work as they were supposed to. Sometimes a little too well, sometimes not at all, or in ways he didn’t enjoy. Nothing really stuck.

It was exactly on his nineteenth birthday when he met Kate. 

“Want to try something new?” she asked, slithering up to him in the club. Stiles saw her around before, he knew she was selling something, though never really checked to see what. Lately he didn’t have the cash to get anything serious. “You look like you could use a little pick-me-up. You’re cute, so I’ll let you have one on the house.”

Stiles was a bit drunk and a bit high and very stupid.

“Wha’s it?” he asked, voice slurring a bit. 

“Silver Bullet,” she said, holding up a pill. It reflected the strobe lights weirdly. “It will shoot all your troubles dead, baby. That’s a guarantee.”

Stiles popped it into his mouth without hesitation, chasing the bitter taste down with the vodka tonic he managed to flirt out of someone.

And the rest was history.

***

Silver Bullet wasn’t like anything he ever tried before. For one, it worked; getting him high and happy and horny every fucking time. He wasn’t hungry, he wasn’t tired or cold or lonely when he took it. Everything was fun and easy and sexy. It felt like being in love with every single person around him. 

At first, it was easy. Almost too easy. He took a pill and felt like he wanted to make love to the world. He picked up a few johns, had sex that felt way better than it had any right to be and by the time he crashed, he had the money for the next few pills. 

Even when he was sleeping, he dreamed about them, about having a whole palmful of those pretty, white pills. Even in his dreams, he could see the tiny, metallic looking particles in them. When he asked about it, Kate said that was the magic and he believed her. Stiles couldn’t imagine going for a day without.

Then Kate raised the price. Then she raised it again. And again. ‘Welcome to the free market, where demand sets the price’ she told him, laughing. He tried to look around for another dealer, but nobody was selling Silver Bullet, they all told him to fuck off if he even just asked about it.

It only took a month for him to start begging her. He sold the jeep, he sold his parents’ wedding rings, he had nothing more to give.

“I will do anything, Kate, please,” Stiles told her. The music was too loud in the club, and the lights too blinding and the shadows too deep. For a second, he thought about just… taking the little tin box of pills he knew she had on her with force, but it was a struggle to even hold himself upright. He was always so tired when he went too long without it.

She leaned back against the wall. Stiles wondered if her smile was always that cruel.

“Hm… Anything?”

“Anything, whatever you want, I will do it,” he said, the words rushing out of him. 

“Tell me I’m beautiful,” she said, fluttering her lashes. 

Stiles remembered seeing her through the haze of the drug. She’d looked like an ethereal being, like an honest-to-god angel.

“You… you are beautiful, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, I’ve never se-”

“Am I prettier than your mommy was?” she cut in.

She was standing so close, Stiles could almost taste the pill burning his tongue.

“Yes. Yes, you are, so much prettier,” he croaked, mouth dry.

She laughed, loud and harsh.

“Unfortunately, baby, flattery won’t get you anywhere,” she said. Stiles wanted to cry. “This is a family business, you know? What sort of a girl would cut her father’s profits?”

Stiles felt shaky and like he was about to throw up. He must have looked miserable, because Kate gave him a long, calculating look.

“But you know what? I can take you to meet him. Maybe you can dazzle him with your… talents.”

Kate was really the most beautiful woman in the world.

***

He was shaking during the whole car ride. He hadn’t had a high in three days, and he felt like he was about to die. Kate made him lie down, his head on her lap, and she stroked his hair, nails too sharp as they scratched against his scalp. The man driving the car - her brother, Stiles thought - gave him a few disgusted looks in the rearview mirror, but Stiles couldn’t care less.

He was going to meet Kate’s dad and fuck him and get high and everything would be fine.

Kate’s father lived in a huge house surrounded by a park and iron gates. It was like something out of a movie, but he was way too anxious to really appretiate it even as Kate led him inside. There was a double staircase in the entrance hall, and Stiles was told to wait there.

The place was big enough that he thought there should be an army of servants around, but everything was strangely silent. Stiles tried not to stare too much. All he could think about was getting his pills. Or maybe stealing something and pawning it off so he could get cash. But… Kate probably wouldn’t sell to him if he did that, right? It was hard to think with his whole body numb with need.

He spaced out instead, staring into mid distance, imagining how good it will be to get his pill and feel alive again. Stiles had no idea how long he just stood there until he finally heard Kate calling him from the top of the stairs. She sounded annoyed.

“Get your ass up here,” she bit out when she finally had his attention. “You don’t want to get him in a bad mood.”

Stiles didn’t. He ran up to her, not daring to touch the polished railing.

“Fuck, sorry,” he said, but she already turned her back, leading him to a set of tall double-doors. 

“Daddy,” she said, pushing them open. She sounded very different than when she was talking to Stiles. “Here he is.”

Kate’s father was an old, old man with short, white hair and a stern face that had Stiles shifting from foot to foot with nerves. He was lounging on a sofa in pajamas and a brocade house coat. His eyes were cold enough to make him shiver where he stood.

“Stiles, this is my father, Gerard. Daddy, this is the boy I’ve told you so much about.”

Stiles doubted that random junkies were a regular topic at the family dinner, but he didn’t say anything. He had a goal in mind, and Gerard didn’t look like he enjoyed people mouthing off.

The old man looked him over, like he was a piece of gum stuck on the sole of his shoe.

“Strip.”

Stiles swallowed, glancing quickly at Kate. She nodded her head at him, smiling in a way that made him second guess himself.

“Go on, baby, try to make a good impression.”

Stiles licked his lips, and got to it. He felt stupid and weird with her watching him undress for her father. Without the warmth of drugs in him, he was acutely aware of how boney and pale and… ugly he was.

When he was finished, he just stood there, eyes glued to a spot over Gerard’s shoulder, wanting to cover himself but knowing that he shouldn’t. 

“Don’t you like him, daddy?” Kate asked, sounding like she was pouting, but Stiles didn’t dare look at her again.

“I would have preferred a girl. You know that,” Gerard said. Stiles would have pissed himself if that much disdain was directed at him, but Kate just laughed, her voice sweet and light.

“But I don’t want to have a little sister or brother,” she said, teasing. “Chris is enough of a headache.”

Gerard barked out a laugh, sitting up straight.

“Damned right he is. Fine.” He picked up a shiny, darkwood box from the side table, opening it in his lap. It was lined with dark green velvet and there was an injection needle in it. It looked like it was antique, with little rings at the end of the crossbars. Beside it was a corked vial, filled with something that glittered like mercury, though lighter in color.

“Come here and get on your knees,” Gerard told him, not even glancing at Stiles. He clearly expected to be obeyed.

“I… What… what is that?” Stiles asked, watching him stab the needle through the cork and pulling some of the liquid into the syringe.

Gerard looked at him.

Stiles made the mistake of meeting his gaze.

Suddenly Kate was behind him, her breasts pressing into his naked back. 

“That’s the good stuff, baby. That’s the real Silver Bullet right there, the same one you love so much, just a thousand times better,” she whispered in his ear. “And if you want it, you better be a good boy.”

Stiles couldn’t take his eyes off the syringe. Just the mention of the drug made all his cravings rush back tenfold. He wanted it. He wanted to feel it so bad.

He dropped on his knees in front of Gerard without any more hesitation. He didn’t like needles, and he didn’t like him, but he wanted… He needed the high.

Stiles didn’t expect to be backhanded hard enough to make his ears start ringing. There was a dizzying moment when he forgot where he was or why. Gerard grabbed his jaw, his fingers biting into him.

“When I give an order, I expect you to follow, is that understood?” he asked, sneering into his face from up close. 

Stiles whined. His right cheek was burning. It would probably bruise… But it wasn’t even close to being the worst thing he ever got just to get high.

The man stared into his eyes for a long moment, maybe waiting for him to put up a fight, but all Stiles wanted was the Silver Bullet. 

“Good,” he said finally, patting his face where it hurt. “Open your mouth.”

Stiles did.

Gerard trapped his tongue between his knuckles and pulled it outward and to the side. His fingers tasted salty and a bit bitter.

“This way, it will get right to your head,” he commented, Stiles closed his eyes as he saw the syringe getting closer. He just wanted to be alive again. “Don’t move.”

Gerard injected him at the base of his tongue. There was a sharp bite of pain that made him suck in a breath. He could feel his mouth flood with saliva.

And then…

Stiles remembered how happy he was back when he was just a kid and his mom bought him exploding candy. It was sweet and sour and like he had a little firework going off in his mouth. This was like that, but he could feel it in his head, his skull was filled with exploding candy, popping and popping and throwing sparks of flavors and colors and shapes and smells in every direction, every nerve in his body sizzling and popping and popping… The world was suddenly and inexplicably beautiful. 

Everything was so pretty and bright and pleasurable that it almost hurt. 

He could feel his hips pumping into the air, body convulsing like it was caught in an orgasm that just didn’t want to end. There were still fingers in his mouth and he moaned, licking and sucking at them eagerly. He felt like he was a flame, radiating pleasure and everything around him reflected it back, just amplifying it even more until he was drowning in light.

***

“What a nasty little slut,” Gerard said, letting the boy kneeling in front of him suckle on his fingers, slurping around his knuckles like he was trying to give the blowjob of his life. His eyes were glazed over and he was twitching almost alarmingly. “It’s been… what? Forty seconds? And he already came twice.”

Kate laughed, leaning against the doorframe.

“You like him, don’t you?” she asked, crossing her arms.

Gerard did, but he didn’t want Kate to know. The girl had to learn to do better, even if she managed to do an adequate job with this one.

“Should have been a girl,” Gerard reminded her, pushing his fingers in as deep as they could go, nudging the boy’s tonsils. He didn’t gag, but his eyes did roll back. Ah, and he was coming. Again. “But I will take it.”

[crionsbelt]

This may or may not go up by the time midnight hits or slightly after for me, let’s see what happens! I’ve been working on this since 9:30 PM EST, I expect it’ll be done by 12:50 AM EST. Hopefully I’m right so it ain’t too late gjnhg

For starters: Happy New Year everyone! Hard to believe we lived in the decade where this beauty was created. Nonetheless, there are multiple people I want to thank -- along with a much needed personal note from me. Everything will be put into a read more, but trust me, it’s long. Thank you all for making the final days of this decade very welcoming for me!

@kiidreamu​ & @theabyssalmuses​

It’s rather silly for me to start with you two, because I’ve got quite a bit to say; so here goes! I’ve known you two for...quite a while huh? I can’t recall the exact time, but I know we’ve been mutuals since I went by Phantom -- which was a long while ago. Regardless, I’ve always enjoyed you two on my dash; and I’ve always really liked interacting with y’all OOC! I’ve always had a blast speaking with you two (specifically now w all this fuckin Bear Ass shit).  I really enjoy the way you two write your muses, I think you both should have a lot more faith in them because they’re very fun to see on the dash! It’s pretty clear y’all put a lot of effort into your writing, even if you say you don’t, I for sure notice it.  Hime, I know you said you admired me - but there’s nothing to admire! You and Kii are equally as good as me, but I’m definitely not much. However, I never posted it (because I had it in my drafts and still do) because it meant a lot to me. I’ve never been told something like that aside from Norgie, so it made me feel happy in a dark time.  Thank you both for continuing to be my friends, truly. 

@fantasyacrossworlds​

Awoo! You and I have known each other for a long time, too (most people tagged here I’ve known for 2 - 4 years hujhj)! I’m VERY happy that we’re mutuals again, I’ve truly missed interacting with you! I’m so glad that it seems Orion and Cass are going to have a chaotic friendship that will always end on Orion running to Artemis LMAO. I’m looking forward to more interactions! 

@sanzenxsekai​​ 

I already gave you a super long post explaining how much me and Norgie are thankful for you, so I’ll remind you in a tl;dr version. WE ALL LOVE YOUR STINKY GREMLIN + YOU!! Please keep writing Nobu in 2020! Thank you so much for being such a good friend to me. 

@mcphistcples​

You don’t even realize how much of a positive impact you’ve had on both me and my girlfriend. You’re absolutely hilarious and I’m incredibly happy you chose to start interacting with a disaster like me. As a Dies fan, I fucking love your Rein. You write him fantastically and it’s always fun to see your interactions with BB’s JAlter.  I am looking forward to the dramatic reading of My Immortal: Bear Ass Edition : ) 

@stxrdust-pxper​

We haven’t talked much OOC properly, but we’ve known each other just about the same time as me and Norgie have been dating - so almost 2 years! You’re a pretty cool person, I’m happy you joined my new server because it’s given myself and others a chance to chat with you more. Thank you for all the kindness you’ve given me throughout the time we’ve known each other, I’ve never said it until now, but it truly has stuck with me and helped me become happier.

@bloodsoakedsakura​ / @idoldragos​

There’s actually a lot I’d like to say, some I’ll leave out for now. For starters, thank you for having my back for three years straight. Seriously. You’ve been there for me through a whole lot, honestly surprised you’ve stuck with me for as long as you have.  You’ve stood up for me when the time came for it and I’m honestly so thankful you did. Every time you hop in call with us it’s usually always fun and stupid (in a good way), so thank you for being part of my band of misfits as long as you have Sades. Even though you’re a boomer who didn’t stop me rolling 200 of my Quartz, I forgive you... dontkillmepls

@yuichiroswife​

Speka, you’ve been a great help to me and Norgie a great amount of times as of late. Thank you so much, you’re an incredibly kind person and I’m glad we became friends!!

@muniificus​

I’ve known you for 3 years too I’m 90% certain, it’s insane how long I’ve known a lot of you - it feels like forever but it also feels like time has gone by so quickly! Much like Sades, I’m very thankful you’ve stuck around for as long as you have Icarus. Thank you for putting up with my dumb ass, and ultimately having fun in return! alsoihavethereplyforanastasiadraftedipromise

@fakepriest​

I’ve sent you an ask with a lot of what would’ve been said in here, but I want to let you know that I’m extremely grateful that you’ve kept being my friend to. I enjoy our conversations a lot, especially when we talk about things like Heaven’s Feel because they’re usually always such fun things to talk about. 

Much like the ask I’ve sent you, your Kirei is so scarily accurate it nearly simulates his actual personality flawlessly. That’s how scary good at writing this tofu loving fake priest. I’m so happy it’s you who’s writing him, not to play the pedestal game, but I genuinely can’t see anyone else (not even myself) coming close to how phenomenal your portrayal is.  #kireisquad

@arkdiia​

Though our first conversation first chatting again wasn’t expected, I’m super glad you came back to Tumblr and I’m thrilled to be friends w you again! Hopefully for 2020, you and I /both/ catch a break lmfao.

@saintguine​

Much like Anna, I’ve already told you what I wanted to here in the form of an ask a few hours ago - however, I do wish to say smth that I’m sure a lot of people feel. Regardless of how you think about yourself, you’re a very good person BB and we’re all very blessed to know you. You’re absolutely one of my best friends, and though there was a point where we lost communication for a bit, I’m very grateful our friendship is the exact same. 

We all care u BB, thank u for bein gud to all of us

Kayla & Sere

This post is incredibly long already, luckily I’m just about done -- but I’ve got three people to go starting with you two!

Sere, you’ve heard me vent a lot and you’ve known me (Kayla has known me this long too) for a pretty damn long time if you ask me, 3 years may not seem like a lot to people, but with all the stuff we’ve all gone through these 3 years? It’s been a LOT and I can’t say I’d be the person I am without you hearing my dumb ass vent and creating Cursed Night.  I appreciate all of your icons, thank you for giving us (Hell) special treatment with them. Seriously! While you are a best friend for sure, you’re also practically family to me. Thank you again for everything. 

Kayla, the same of what I said for Sere is said for you. You’re legit like my older sister, you’ve been there for me for just bout the same amount that Norgie has; you’re someone who means a lot to both me and Norgie, so thank you for giving talking to us a chance way back when you were shy (I think that’s what it was!). There have been a lot of ups and downs for all of us, but I’m glad the downs at least had the positive effect of giving me a second family who I love dearly. I actually teared up on this part, so god help me when I write for Norgie.

@letoborn​ / @uwuwrote​

I’m going to save a lot of what I want to say to you for our anniversary in June, but I will say a few things because I love you so very much.

When I met you, I was not expecting you’d turn out to be the woman of my dreams. You’re genuinely my better half, and I have never been as happy as I am than I am with you. You’ve truly had the biggest impact in my life Norgie, you’ve made me laugh, cheered me up when I’m sad, called me out when I was dumb and helped me better myself. 

I’m so incredibly happy I got to spend the rest of the last decade being your boyfriend, and now, going into 2020 - a whole new decade with you. Like I said, you’re my better half - I can’t see myself with anyone else but you. You’re the greatest treasure in my life, I’m so happy we’ve had all this fun with roleplaying.

Thank you so much Norgie, for giving me Orion/Artemiis, all of our other ships - being my soulmate (at least, I think so). I hope 2020 treats us both well, but I’m willing to go through whatever as long as it’s with you.

Now, that’s the end of that -- but I have a few extra things to say.

My 2019 has been...quite possibly the hardest year of my life, at least on the internet. For a very long time, I was fearful of interacting with others - I made mistakes that I wish I could take back, I got put through hell for nothing...man, I don’t wanna go back in and say what happened, what is and isn’t true -- the long story short is, shit happened, but it’s the past now. 

I want to go into 2020 just..as positive as I can be, I’m tired of the drama, I just want to have fun with my friends and my girlfriend you know? So, I’m finally choosing to move on and just...try having fun again. This choice would be impossible without the people mentioned in this post. 

From the bottom of my heart, thank you to all of you who have stuck around through it all for me. I’m so incredibly thankful to be part of the friendgroup I’m in, to know everyone I’ve met who’s put up with me. I’ve had so many times where I wanted to leave this site, but I wanted to keep trying to write with everyone -- to have fun with everyone. You all have no idea how genuinely happy you’ve all made me, just by writing with my Orion and Norgie’s Artemis. 

Though I couldn’t think of anything to say specifically for the others tagged below here, thank you all for everything as well -- just following me makes me happy. I’m sure I’ve forgotten some people, but trust me, I’m so very happy to know all of you.

@dekirukoto @wisesteyed @lacobscur @akhilleuskcsmcs

[rogertayloriskindacool]

an asshole who’s kind of funny at times - Ben Hardy x Reader

I don’t know what this is and there’s a big possibility I’ll hate this in the morning and delete it lol    

(it’s also 3 AM so I’m not accountable for any of the dumb grammar mistakes I’ve made. It’s also possible that none of the words I’m writing make any sense in any other way either. I’m so tired wtf) 

description: Your friend makes you a Tinder profile and to your surprise you match with Ben Hardy.      

word count: 1.8k

warnings: a bit of swearing as usual (this one's not gonna break your heart, though)

                      Moving to London had always been a dream of mine. It's finally happening and I couldn't be happier.

I'm carrying the last box to my new apartment and I can't wait to go out. The only friend I have in London asked me out to her favourite pub and she's coming to pick me up in half an hour. Let's hope I have the time to get ready. 

When the last box is inside, I grab my makeup bag to fix the makeup I did earlier today. Luckily that doesn't take long and I have plenty of time to choose an outfit. The hardest part of going out.

I look at a mirror and see myself wearing the tightest skinny jeans ever invented. I might die wearing these but they look damn good. The high waist of them hugs my body nicely and well, black looks good on everyone. I but a lacy bodysuit underneath and a leather jacket on top. I match it all with some leather boots and I feel like a badass. I bet I look like a badass too. 

My friend arrives perfectly in time.

"Oh my God, you look gorgeous!", she says to me and I do a little spin. 

"Thank you. You don't look half bad yourself", I say and close the door behind me.

                             "No! You gotta make a Tinder profile, you'll never meet anyone otherwise!", my friend argues with me about Tinder. We had a couple of drinks and she thought I really needed to hook up with someone. I don't think that's a good idea though.

"I prefer meeting people the old fashioned way. Not so desperately", I say and sip the third drink of mine. I was already feeling a little tipsy.

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen", she says and grabs my phone from the table. I don't really like the idea of having a profile on a dating website but I don't really care enough to fight her any longer. If she wants to make me a profile, she shall make me a profile.

It takes her around 10 minutes to finish the whole thing and she starts swiping not even showing me the profile. I still don't really care until I notice she's swiping right on everyone.

"Hey! There's no way I'll like all of them!", I take the phone away from her and check out the profile. The first picture is me showing off my new outfit and it's actually quite a cute picture. It really shows off my figure. The second picture is a random selfie and I have no clue how my friend even found that one. It's okay, I guess. The last one is a weird one and not gonna lie, I'm a bit embarrassed it's out there. It's me and my family dog cuddling. God, I miss the dog already.  

I read the bio and burst out laughing.

""Just a good girl looking for a nice time". Why the hell would you write something like this?", I ask my friend and try to edit it to something more... something more me. 

"Well, what are you gonna put there then?", she asks and looks at me waiting for me to come up with something better. I write something down and show it to her.

"An asshole who's kind of funny at times", she reads from the bio. "Do you think you're like quirky or some shit?"

"I mean that's a pretty accurate description of me", I say and start swiping. My friend follows my decisions carefully.

"What the fuck, you're only swiping left. Let me do it", she takes the phone from my hands. I would like to be mad at her for that but I'm just too lazy.

                           My friend gets lost in swiping guys left and right for me, but after 15 minutes she wakes up from the trance.

"OH MY GOD, YOU JUST MATCHED WITH THE HOTTEST GUY EVER", she shows me a few pictures. He honestly might be the hottest guy ever.

"That must be a catfish. Why would a guy like that match with me", I try not to get excited. He looks so familiar, though, they’re probably just some loner using some actors pictures.

"I'm gonna talk to him", my friend says and opens the chat.

"You better ask him to prove he ain't a catfish", I say carelessly and sip my drink.

 "What's his name again?"

"Oh, it's Ben", my friend says while typing. That really sounds so familiar. 

"Oh, wait shit. Show me the pictures again!", I quickly say, realizing something. "That's Ben Hardy. He's an actor, right?", I ask my friend to Google him.

"Yeah, that's him. I did ask him if he was a catfish, though. Hasn't answered yet", and just as my friend says this I get a message.

"People always ask me this, but you're the only one I find intriguing enough to prove myself to", I read the message and get a picture of him holding a piece of paper with my name on it. He's either really good at photoshop or he's the real deal.

"Haha, sorry for making you prove yourself. I guess you're just too hot to be real", I type.

"Well, you gotta prove yourself too then, love. Send me a selfie with your biggest smile"

"That's kind of lame way to prove myself. Everyone has pictures with big smiles on their faces", I still take a picture of myself with the biggest smile I could ever make appear on my face.

"Wow, you really are beautiful in more than just 3 pictures. Your dog is very cute, too", he flirts with me and I blush. I just blame it on the alcohol. I’m not into a guy I’ve just texted a few sentences to.

"Ooh, you like him. Isn't that cute", my friend teases me and give her an angry look. 

"I don't even know him, stop it."

                              I can't stop texting him the whole night. He is literally the sweetest but I still have a suspicion he only wants to fuck me. Isn't that what Tinder is for? I really don't care for hook ups. 

"I'm absolutely wasted and need to get some sleep", I text him when I'm already half asleep in bed.

"Get your beauty sleep, love, and we'll talk again tomorrow. Let's hope you'll remember me", I read his message and smile. It really makes me feel good things inside when he calls me 'love'.

I fall asleep right after reading the message.

                             I wake up to a headache. It's not the worst hangover I've ever had but it isn't fun either. I get up and go make some coffee.

"Good morning, beautiful. Still remember me?", I got a message from Ben. I don't even want to scroll through what ever we talked about last night. I might've said anything.

"Yes, of course. I never forget a pretty face", I type as I'm getting a cup for my coffee. I can't help but smile at everything he writes.

"You might not remember this but we DEFINITELY (no doubt) planned on meeting today. We 100% talked about going out later to have some coffee", I know we didn't actually plan anything but that's probably the cutest way to ask me out. I really don't want to trust him because who knows what kind of weirdos there are online but something in me wants to say yes. And that's what I end up doing.

"Let's do it. What time and where? I'm new to London so you better pick a place I'll find!" 

"Okay... how about as soon as possible and you can choose the place"

"Oh, don't sound so desperate. But okay, sure, let's meet in an hour (I literally just woke up and look like HEEELLL) at... I honestly don’t know where, you pick the place", I tell him and he does as I say. I hope I'll find the place. 

"If you don't find the café let's just meet by the station, okay love?", I smile at the last message he sent me and I can't believe that I'm meeting someone I met online. It's either awkward, amazing or I'm getting murdered. There's no other way.

                              The hour goes by way too fast and right when it's gone by, I realize this is when I should already be there, not just ready at home. 

I run to the nearest station and count how many stations there are in between mine and the one where we're supposed to meet. Luckily it's only a couple of stations away. I'm so nervous and terrified. I feel like he's gonna be so disappointed when he sees me in real life. And on top of everything I'm still hungover!

I look at my clothes and try to convince myself I look good. I'm wearing black leggings, the same shoes as yesterday and a black sweater with a camo jacket on top. My hair's up and I did as much as I had time to do with my makeup. I know it's not the hottest look in the world, but I really like being real with people, not pretending to be something I'm not. 

I walk outside and see a blonde standing in front of the station. My heart starts beating way too fast and I suddenly get more nervous than I was before. He really isn't a catfish but I feel like I am. I feel like I'm not half as pretty as I am in those couple of pictures.

I collect my courage and walk up to him.

"What is such a pretty boy doing out here all by himself?", I try to joke and regret every word the second they come out of my mouth. 

"What is such a pretty lady being so late", he jokes back and looks at his watch. He's right. I'm like 15 minutes late.

"I'm so sorry. It took me way too long to make myself look presentable", I look at him pouting and he just smiles at me. God damn, he's gorgeous. 

"I doubt that, I bet you just almost didn't come because I'm just so insanely handsome and intimidating", he's clearly joking and I laugh as we start walking. 

"No, seriously. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be late", I say and look at him in the eye. He's taller than me so it takes extra attention to do so. 

He turns left and bumps right into me. 

"Oh my God, I'm sorry. I actually have no idea which way we're going", I'm probably as red as a firetruck.

"It's okay, love. You can hold onto my arm and I'll show you the way", he puts his arm in front of me and I reach to grab it without a second thought. He smiles at me and we continue walking. 

I really like him already and I can only wish he likes me too.

[writeouttaluck]

Here is a story about my friend getting hit by a bus and then haunting said bus, per her request.

(this probably has a whole lot of spelling mistakes and stuff, but thats because i didnt feel like editing it. enjoy)

Two older men sat in their chairs in front of the bus depot. From their spot, they overlooked all the buses lined up beside each other. Today was a hot one, but otherwise, it was a pretty standard day.

All of a sudden they were both alerted to the sound of a Diesel engine. They glanced at the entrance to find a bus driving in pretty fast. The front of it was covered in something red and the driver behind the wheel looked really panicky.

When the bus stopped and the engine was shut off, the driver swung open the door and nearly sprinted out of it. He ran directly for the hose and bucket outside.

One of the older men just sipped their beer and watched, the other picked up a news paper. Neither of them seemed real concerned.

The young bus driver ran back over with the bucket full of water. In a quick motion, he threw its contents onto the front of the bus and started scrubbing the area with a sponge like his life depended on it. One of the old men set down their beer on the pavement and got up from their seat. He walked over to see what the bus driver was up to.

As he got closer, he quickly realized that the red stuff on the front was not quite what he imagined. It was thick, and syrupy, and it just swirled around on the surface instead of picking up.

The bus driver caught the old man watching him and in a quick motion, he spun around and faced him. He looked terrified.

The old man was still nonchalant about all this.

“What happened?” The old man asked.

“Oh, boss, it was horrible! I-I was doing my scheduled run around the city when all of a sudden this girl just ran out of nowhere!” The bus driver could hardly get the words out, he was shaking so bad.

“Ah, ok. I dont need to hear anymore. Well shit. Its been awhile since this happened…”

“Am I going to jail?!” The bus driver asked in fear.

“What? Of course not. Go grab the pressure washer from out back and use a lot of soap. Blood doesnt come off easy.”

The bus driver stopped for a second and looked at the old man in confusion. Was he crazy?

“S-sir… that woman was killed!”

The old man shook his head.

“She either killed herself or it was natural selection...did anyone see you?” He asked.

“I uh….I dont think so?”

“Great,” the old man started, “clean your bus and continue your run.”

…

It took longer than expected for Terry, the bus driver, to clean his issued vehicle. It was about an hour and a half washing job, and he was still pretty shaken up over it. He just couldnt get the image out of his head.

Like any other morning, Terry drove his bus down down hill to meet his first stop. It was a pretty quiet stop as not many people really used it. most people that lived in that area either drove or walked to work and other places. The bus just wasnt needed as much. Even though the stop seemed to be pretty empty, he figured he would stop there just incase someone was right by or running late. It happened sometimes.

What didnt usually happen though, was someone running into the street. Terry’s heart sank as he watched this small woman run directly in his line of drive. He slammed on the brakes though he knew he wouldnt be able to stop in time.

Everything slowed down as he watched the girl. She looked up at him from the road and smiled wide. She even moved her arms outwards like she was about to hug someone before it happened.

The bus hit her and her body flew out to the sidewalk, a crumpled heap of nothing. Blood had exploded all over his windsheild.

“O-Oh my god!” he yelled.

He knew that if he stuck around that he would get in trouble so he did what all people do when theyre scared and ran. He drove down the rest of the way and made a beeline for the bus depot.

The whole drive there he was gagging and crying and shaking and pretty much having a breakdown.

“W-what the fuck! What the FUCK!”

He shook his head and decided that before he went back to work that he was gonna get a cup of coffee. He hopped off his bus once more and went inside the building for the bus depot. The old man sat back and was doing something on the company computer. He looked away from the screen and watched Terry walk across to the coffee maker.

“Be careful about the coffee maker today. Its been a lot hotter than usual today. I think somethings wrong with it.”

“Yeah, sure” Terry responded.

Terry drank a lot of coffee so he was sure that it wasnt that bad. He grabbed a syrofoam cup and poured his coffee in before stiring in some suger and popping a lid on. He grabbed the coffee and actually started to feel the heat through the cup. It burned his hand a bit. Damn, maybe the old man was right. He wrapped some napkins around the cup before picking it up again. As he turned to walk out, he faced the old man.

“Well! Back to work!” He said sounding exhausted already.

The old man chuckled a bit.

“You will do fine, kid”

…

Terry was back in his bus and driving to his scheduled spots. He had the hot coffee sitting in his cupholder with the tab up so it could cool off. If it was too hot to touch, it was probably too hot to drink.

He went to stop on another hill across town. He slowed down before his brakes shuddered and his cup holder that extended outwards, broke free. Terry flinched as he expected boiling hot liquid to burst into his lap. But when non came, he glanced at the cup holder.

It had broke away completely. But his coffee cup and the napkins wrapped around it, stayed levitating in place.

He looked at it in wonder, trying to figure how tf his coffee was floating.

All of a sudden, he felt a cold chill run down his spine and he shivered. He grabbed the coffee cup out of the air. And like that, the cold went away.

Terry spoke out loud to himself.

“Well that was fuckin weird…”

…

Later on in the day, he was driving his bus with a few passengers scattered throughout. There was an old lady, a mother with her kid, and a teenage boy with his hood up listening to his headphones.

It was rush hour now and the streets were pretty busy. Terry was already behind schedule, but he had been rushing to make up for it all day. He even cut a few corners and took side streets when he could.

At the moment, he was speeding up the street. Not too fast, but not exactly safe either. He was going about 50 when a big pick up truck pulled out of an alleyway and right in front of him. In a panic, Terry swung the wheel to the left in an attempt to avoid an accident. As he started left, a car in the left lane beside him was almost shoved off the road and into a high curb. He quickly realized that there was no way out of this when he felt the cold again.

The wheel was yanked out of his grip and his first thought was that he had lost his power steering.

However, as he fought the steering wheel that seemed to be steering itself, the bus swung around the pick up and past the car beside him in a near miss of a maneuver.

When the bus straightened out, the cold faded away and he regained control of the steering wheel.

Once he realized that everything was fine, he looked in his overhead mirror to check on his passengers.

“Is everybody alright?”He yelled to the back.

The mom, while she looked a bit frightened, nodded her head quickly while the old lady just smiled. The teenager in the back didnt appear to realize what had just happened at all.

Terry let out a sigh of relief and kept on his way, making sure to stay the speed limit.

…

This was the part that Terry always hated about his job. The last stop was near a really bad neighborhood and, considering he was about an hour behind, it was now dark outside. He gave out a long sigh and drove through the area. Cars sat on cinderblocks, garbage fires raged about in the alleyways. Most of the streetlights had that old, orange glow to them. Most of them flickered.

The bus stop was right ahead and Terry noticed a group of young gentlemen sitting on by, watching him pull up intently. Something about the way they watched him come to a stop unsettled Terry. He didnt have a great feeling about this.

He stopped the bus and opened the door and the gentlemen climbed on. However, instead of moving to a seat, they stopped up near Terry.

Before he could say anything, one of them whipped out a large knife and aimed at him.

“Close the door and drive, fat man”

Terry, feeling now obligated to follow the mans request now that there was a large sharp object aimed at his neck, did exactly as he was told. As soon as the bus started moving again, One of the men moved to the money box and tried opening it.

“Hey bus man, open yo fuckin box here”

Terry now started sweating as he realized he cant.

“Uh, S-sorry fellas! I cant do that. Its locked and the only key for it is at the depot.” He spoke trying to keep his eyes on the road.

“Bullshit!” the 3rd man in the back said.

The guy with the knife tapped the blade on the box.

“Open this box, before i open you.”

Thats when Terry felt a cold chill for the 3rd time today. Only this time, It seemed to be coming from the door instead.

The blade in the mans hand suddenly bent itself all the way to the left, before snapping off completley and skating towards the back of the bus.

“What the fuck?” the Criminal said.

“Im tired of fucking around!” the 2nd one said. He drew his gun and aimed it at the lock box before he felt something hit his wrist hard.

“Fuck!!” he yelled in pain as he dropped his pistol.

The third man watched as all of this continued while he stood against the door, still on the stairs.

The door whipped open and he felt something grab his tank top from behind. He was suddenly thrown from the moving bus. The other two men turned to look at what was happening before the bus braked hard. The two men were thrown against the glass of the windsheild. Then, the gas got stomped down and the two men were flung into the metal bars behind them, getting knocked out cold.

They slumped to the floor of the bus.

Terry watched as they were flung out of the bus like their friend before. The doors slammed shut behind them.

At this, Terry wanted to know what the fuck was going on with his bus.

He drove up ahead a bit before pulling into an alleyway and stopping. He stood out of his seat and flipped on the overhead lights.

“Ok, What the fuck is going on here”

He felt like an idiot when he got no immediate response.

“I know theres something here. Dont play dumb with me. Ill have this fucking bus scrapped!”

Again, no response.

Terry was about to give up and drive back to the depot when a mysterious fog formed from nothing in his bus. The temperature dropped drastically. It wasn't just a cold chill, it was freezing.

The windows fogged over, blocking his sight to the outside world. He started rubbing his shoulders as he began to regret his thirst for knowledge.

A large puff of smoke plumed from the back of the bus and a figure moved through it.

Terry was one step from attempting a jump out of his windshield before he gave the figure a closer look.

The figure was the girl from this morning! The one that ran into his bus!

“Ayyy, what it do.” She spoke waving off the fog with her spector hand.

“Its fucking smokey in here, what is up with that”

Terry felt a mixture of fear and confusion at the sight before him.

“Y-y-youre t-t-t-that g-girl-!”

She cut him off real quick.

“Yeah, heh, sorry about that. I didnt realize what kind of mess my body would leave like that”

Terry was 90% sure at this point that he had finally lost his marbles.

“Anyways,” She continued on, “Im a ghost now, and since you were able to help me end my shitty existence like that, I want to help you”

Terry gained a bit of confidence at these words, for whatever reason.

“Help me with what?” He inquired.

“With your job, dude!”

Terry stood for a moment and thought about it.

“So let me get this straight, You want to help me with my job because you were able to kill yourself using my bus? Is that right?”

The ghost, unnecessarily leaned her shoulder on one of the metal poles in the bus.

“Yeah, thats pretty much it.”

“Huh...:” Terry thought aloud.

They both sat in silence for a minute before Terry shook his head.

“Wait, wait a second. How do i know youre really a ghost and that this isnt just some wild guilt hallucination?”

To answer Terry’s question, The ghost walked forward and moved straight through Him. Terry grabbed onto his own body and twisted in horror before The ghost walked back through the same way.

“Alright! I believe you! Enough of that!” He yelled.

“So, we got a deal?” The ghost asked as she raised her hand up to him in proposition.

He grabbed her hand, somehow and shook it.

“Whats your name, anyways?” Terry asked the spector.

“Jada” the ghost responded.

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Ready to Let Go (6/?)

Ready to Let Go (6/?) | Dan doesn’t want to go to India in February, just before Valentine’s Day, with his increasingly homophobic parents. He doesn’t want to be a lawyer, or settle down with some pretty girl one day. Dan wants to spend Valentine’s Day with Phil. He wants to be an entertainer. And he sure as hell plans on marrying Phil one day. But more than any of that, Dan just wants be himself. He wants to be happy. Sequel to Too Tense to Be Undone. | Phan | Explicit | Homophobia, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Growing Up, Explicit Smut, Rough Sex, D/S Undertones, Love Making, Rimming, Multiple Orgasm, Blowjobs, Skype Sex | 7,311 Words This Chapter

Written for the grand finale of my week of writing for the @phanfichallenge! I uh. Literally spent most of the day working on this and didn’t think I was going to get it up in time, but it’s happened! I did it! I’m so very proud of myself, and would really like to thank all of you for being patient with me <3 Sometimes writing it just very hard. Thank you to @imnotinclinedtomaturity for beta’ing though it’s only half edited as Kat is currently busy and I was too impatient to wait. Therefore, any remaining mistakes are my own, although Kat definitely helped to make a significant amount of this chapter actually WORK.

Enjoy <3

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Dan would never get tired of waking up in Phil’s arms.. The warm strength that Phil exuded always made Dan feel a little but safer, a little bit more in control. Phil may have made it clear last night that he was only human - that he had worries and insecurities of his own - but, of the two of them, Dan had always felt like the more fucked up one.

So to be able to lean on Phil, even just a little bit, even just in the calmness of sleep and half-morning, meant the world to him.

Especially today.

Yesterday had been a mess of emotions: both good and bad. But the worst had been finding out that Dan had scared Phil, not once, but twice. For the majority of the day, Phil had apparently assumed that Dan had cheated on him, or was about to leave him for someone else, and then when Dan had finally explained about his parents, Phil had jumped to the worst possible conclusion: that Dan was actually going to break up with him.

It had been painful, to say the least.

But thankfully, Phil had been determined to talk about it, and so long as Dan always had someone in his life in his corner, ready and waiting to hear what was going through Dan’s head… Dan thought they’d be okay.

A gap in Phil’s curtain allowed the early morning light to stream in, just enough that Dan could tell that it was morning without having to grab for his phone or roll over. Of course, it being England, Dan couldn’t determine exactly what time it was from the murky color seeping into the room, but it was enough knowing that it was day. Surprisingly enough, Dan even felt relatively well rested, for someone who’d gotten so little sleep yesterday.

Even more surprisingly, he’d woken before Phil.

Taking advantage of the quiet moment, Dan allowed himself to just look his fill. His hands twitched with the desire to reach out and touch, but he held still in the hopes that he could steal just a little more time gazing at the man he was head over heels in love with. The man he’d risked everything to be with.

The man Dan would do anything to make happy.

After yesterday, Dan swore that he’d do just that.

Reaching up, Dan placed the palm of one hand against Phil’s cheek, and allowed himself to stroke along the soft bit of skin with his thumb. He wanted to lean forward and kiss Phil as well, but he also didn’t want to wake him up when they’d been up so late last night. Phil had earned his sleep, and the last thing Dan wanted was to interrupt it.

Still. He craved the chance to remind himself that this was real - that Phil was real. So Dan lay curled up against Phil’s chest, staring up at his face, while he gently stroked his thumb along Phil’s cheek.

Then his phone rang, and Dan jumped so violently he actually shoved his head against Phil’s wall. Hissing as quietly as he could manage so as not to wake Phil, Dan pushed himself up on the bed, and practically launched himself out of Phil’s arms. He scrambled on top of Phil’s bed, desperate to find his phone before the deafening ringtone could wake his boyfriend up, and snatched the offending object up the moment his fingers made contact.

Before Dan could so much as check the Caller ID, he slid his thumb across the screen in an overly eager attempt to shut the damn ringer up.

“Hello?” he answered, yanking the phone up to his ear and speaking in a low whisper as he scrambled away from the bed.

Casting an unsure look behind him to make sure that he hadn’t already woken up Phil, Dan started to make his way towards Phil’s bedroom door.

“Daniel,” the curt voice of his father finally replied.

Dan’s blood ran cold in his veins.

Oh god.

Fuck, shit.

This couldn’t be happening. This was the last thing Dan wanted right now. He’d come to Phil’s to get away from his parents. Wasn’t it enough that he’d be home in a few days? Couldn’t they just leave him alone? Surely a bit of distance would do them all some good.

“Your behavior the last few days has been unacceptable,” his father said sternly.“I have never felt more ashamed to call you my son.” His voice went low, and was filled with venom.

The words struck Dan like a slap in the face. Last night, Dan had come to terms with the fact that his parents would never accept him, but hearing the words spoken aloud was Dan’s worst fear come to life.

He swallowed audibly, and tried not to let himself cry. Not now, not yet.

Not on the phone with his father.

“Your behavior the other night was completely inadmissible for a Howell, let alone a man. What kind of reputation are you expecting to gain with an attitude like that?” his father spit out, his words causing Dan to tremble as he worked a sweaty palm against Phil’s door knob. He couldn’t stand up for himself, couldn’t even talk. He was frozen in fear, completely unlike how he’d felt the other night when he’d faced off with his father.

Dan needed out. He needed out now, because he felt like he couldn’t breathe, and the last thing he wanted was to feel like a coward in the safe haven of Phil’s room. And Phil didn’t need to hear this. Phil didn’t need to know the way his father spoke to him when Dan got him all riled up.

He didn’t need to know how much of a failure Dan was.

Somehow, Dan got the door knob to turn, and practically bolted out of the room, leaving Phil’s bedroom door wide open.

“I expect more from you. You’re going to carry on the Howell name whether you like it or not, and I will not have my son looked down upon for being some faggoty cry baby who throws a tantrum every time he doesn’t get his way!”

Dan flinched as the words were met with a loud bang as his father presumably slammed his hand down on a surface of some sort.

Even through the tiny speaker of his phone, his dad was loud, and Dan didn’t want to disrupt anyone. His legs carried him frantically down the stairway, as Dan did his best to put as much distance between himself and the Lesters as he could.

“The fact that you thought you could treat me like that when your brother was home to see it is beyond me, Daniel, but I’ll have you know that I am the man of this house, and that means that you will do as I say! And if that means settling down with some broad to carry on the family name, then you will. I don’t care if you like men, but I will not allow you to destroy my reputation just so you can spend your days practicing sodomy.”

Dan felt a sob slam into his throat at the cruel words, and he did his best to keep it inside.

He wanted nothing more than to dispute his father’s words, to scream back at him, call him a homophobe and put him back into his place - but Dan didn’t have the energy for that. He didn’t have the energy for anything anymore.

He just felt defeated.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you,” his father muttered when Dan didn’t reply. Clearing his throat, he continued more forcefully. “But I’ve had enough. Where are you?” he demanded, even though he had to know exactly where Dan was.

Lips trembling, Dan rushed into the kitchen, thankful to find it empty, and collapsed into the first chair he found.

Dan fought to hold back the tears burning at his eyes, fought to keep the waver out of his voice, but it didn’t surprise him when he failed.

“At Phil’s,” Dan croaked out.

His father made a noise of disgust in response, the sound loud and harsh. Dan winced, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his bottom lip to hold back his own pained response.

“I told you to end it with him, Daniel, or did you forget the part where you still live under my roof?” HIs father made a derisive noise, a sort of snort, and pushed on. “Unless you really think you’re capable enough to go out there and survive all on your own, I expect you to abide by my decisions,” he replied, outraged and more than a little derisive. The way he spoke told Dan volumes - he wasn’t asking a question. He was pointing out that Dan would never make it on his own. “You better be there to say goodbye, or I swear to god, Daniel!”

Dan had never quite seen this level of homophobia from his father. He’d never seen this level of homophobia from either of his parents, really, but the combination of their more violent outbursts these past few days, and Dan’s father’s current explosive anger, Dan no longer knew what to expect.

Dan’s father was known for his temper. Despite being a lawyer, he’d never been good at tamping down on the explosive way his anger sometimes lashed out. It was both a positive and a negative in the courtroom, but for Dan, it was mostly just a negative.

As far as Dan knew, his father had never been this upset, though. He’d never been violent towards his wife, nor his kids, but right now… well, Dan wasn’t sure what to expect anymore.

In a strange way, Dan suddenly felt like he’d caused his parents to cross a line they’d never crossed before.

“Well?” his father demanded, when Dan failed to respond. He sounded so furious; Dan could practically see how red his face must be. “Is that what you’re there to do!?”

Dan squeezed his eyes shut, and squeaked out a small, “Yes, sir,” that he wasn’t sure he meant.

Somehow, Dan didn’t think his father bought it either.

“Your mother and I have had enough, Daniel,” his father shouted, enraged now. “I expect you home tonight, and we’ll discuss what to do about your - your - homosexual tendencies then. I will not have a faggot in my home. Do you understand me!?”

Dan’s heart was in his throat as he scrambled for some kind of answer, some way to deflect, to buy himself some time. His hands were shaking as he blurted out, “But I booked my train for Monday night!”

His father went stone silent on the other end of the line. Dan inhaled sharply, terror gripping him properly for the first time. He had no idea what his father was capable of, that much was now clear. Would he come up here? Would he hurt Dan? Phil?

Dan would do anything to stop that, even if it meant going home today.

Just as he opened his mouth to change his mind, his father spoke again.

“Fine,” he said, his voice so quiet, so low, so tight that it was almost worse than the yelling from before. “You have the weekend to sort out your - your - relationship with that Phil boy.” His father sounded utterly disgusted, spitting out the words. “And then I expect it to be done. This family comes first. If you aren’t free of that boy by the time we board that plane to India on Tuesday, don’t bother coming home at all.”

Dan didn’t so much as have a chance to respond before his father hung up.

Dan dropped his phone on the table with a clatter, and shoved his face into his hands. His chest was shaking with each heavy inhale he took, and the tears he’d been working so hard to hold back had started to drip down his cheeks, completely out of his control.

There was a mix of terror, and pain sat heavy on Dan’s chest. He didn’t know what to do. On the one hand, he was terrified of what would happen if he did go home, if he did break up with Phil, because he knew that doing what his father had said wasn’t going to be enough. There would be consequences to what had happened the past two days, that much was clear, but -

But if Dan didn’t go home, what the hell was he going to do then?

He had nowhere to go, and no ability to live on his own. Not right now. Not yet.

Suddenly, Dan felt nothing other than devastated.

The sudden clearing of a throat dragged Dan forcefully out of his slump, and he jumped in his chair. Tearing his face from his hands, Dan turned around, expecting to see Phil hovering behind him - but what he found instead was Kath, staring at Dan with the softest expression Dan had ever seen.

And if there was a hint of knowing in the way she smiled sadly, well, she wasn’t trying to hide it at all.

“‘M sorry,” Dan mumbled, scrambling out of the kitchen chair. “I didn’t mean to - I wasn’t - I’ll just be on my way,” he stuttered, and went to to stumble right past her.

Before he could take more than a few steps forwards, Kath placed a gentle hand on Dan’s shoulder, and pulled him into a hug. Face wet with tears, Dan felt his mouth fall open in shock as his body fell into Kath’s.

Just like when he’d hugged her last night, Dan felt small and warm. Kath’s thin arms were stronger than they looked, holding onto Dan so tightly that he actually felt safe. Her hands kneaded softly against Dan’s back as she pushed herself up so she could press her face into the crook of Dan’s neck.

The force of her embrace was enough to make Dan wilt into her arms. His eyes slipped closed on instinct as he gave into the comfort Kath always seemed to exude.

It took a long time for Kath to let Dan go. Her grip on him never faltered, even when Dan’s shoulders started to shake from the quiet sobs wracking his form. Dan just couldn’t hold the surge of emotion back anymore, especially not when someone as kind as Kath was holding onto him. But unlike Dan’s mum, Kath didn’t seem in the least bit bothered by a few tears.

In fact, Dan was convinced she held him tighter when his body began to shudder.

When she finally did release Dan, however, she didn’t move very far away. She shifted against Dan, releasing her arms from around his back, and reached for Dan’s shoulders instead. Putting the smallest amount of space between their bodies, Kath drew away and offered Dan another gentle smile.

“Would you like a cuppa?” she offered.

Who was Dan to say no?

Sniffling a little, Dan nodded his head and allowed Kath to lead him back to where he’d been sitting earlier. She got him settled back down in his seat, before squeezing his shoulder one last time and walking off to set about making some tea.

As Dan tried to get his tears back under control, he glanced down at the table top where his phone was sat glaring up at him, dark screened but menacing, and felt another well of emotion surge through him. Before he could stop himself, Dan reached for his phone and turned it upside down, shoving it away from him.

For the first time, he didn’t feel grateful for his parents getting him the newest technology. He just felt resentful, because it was just another thing his dad could use to hold over his head.

As Kath went about preparing them both a cuppa, humming softly all along, Dan put his arms down on the table, and rested his head against the light cushioning he’d made. His face was scrunched up in pain as he held back another round of sobs.

It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair.

Eventually, the sound of two mugs being placed on the kitchen table filled the near silence, pulling Dan out of his misery once again. He lifted his head to find that Kath had sat down across the table from him, and had left a steaming mug of tea in front of him. Immediately, Dan straightened up in his seat and reached for it, wrapping both of his hands around the warm ceramic and drawing the mug closer to him in order to inhale the comforting scent of tea.

His eyes fell closed as the smell of chestnuts filled his nose, and he lifted the mug to his lips for a small sip.

“‘S good, thanks” Dan croaked once he’d put the mug back down. His voice sounded gruff, and it was obvious he’d been crying. Dan would have been more embarrassed about it if he weren’t feeling as shit as he currently did.

Kath offered Dan a warm smile.

“I’m glad,” she replied, and reached out to sip at her own cup of tea.

They were silent, then, other than Dan’s occasional sniffles as he tried to work himself down from his crying spell. He felt like an absolute mess, but at least the tea was helping him to feel a tiny bit better.

As he and Kath sat together in silence, however, Dan found himself waiting anxiously for Kath to ask him what was going on. His fingers kept twitching against his mug, and more than once, he hit his teeth on the ceramic out of nerves. A few times, he came close to missing his mouth completely and spilling tea all over himself, but Dan managed to catch himself each time.

It was a relief, because he wasn’t sure he could deal with being covered in hot tea on top of everything else.

Kath never spoke, though. She was calm and quiet as she drank from her own mug, and didn’t look in the least bit uncomfortable, unlike Dan. She just looked like a mum - calm, cool, and collected.

It was nothing like what Dan was used to.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what’s wrong?” Dan blurted out, when he couldn’t take the silence any longer. Once the words were out, however, Dan bit his bottom lip. Why had he asked that? Why?

“Only if you want to talk about it, love,” Kath replied easily, finally glancing over at him. Her expression was still soft, and so fucking understanding that Dan felt a pang go through his chest.

How was this fair? How was any of this fair? His own mother had never looked as kind as Kathryn Lester did, let alone as understanding as she was just then. And while Dan’s mum never bothered to ask Dan what was wrong, Kathryn Lester was only not asking because she wanted to leave the option open to Dan. The knowledge felt so good that Dan nearly collapsed back into tears right then and there.

But he didn’t. He managed to refrain, biting harder on his bottom lip, and squeezed his eyes shut.

How many times had Dan’s parents belittled his feelings? How many times had they brushed him off, and insisted that he just do as they say?

And here Kath was… letting Dan talk - or not talk - about whatever he wanted. Somehow, Dan just knew that Kath wasn’t going to belittle him.

Sniffling as Dan felt the tears well back up in his eyes, Dan reached up and swiped viciously at his eyes. He didn’t want to cry anymore, not if it was going to make him look weak in front of Mrs. Lester.

As he pulled his hands away and reached out with shaking fingers to his mug once again, however, Kath reached out and took his hand between gentle fingers. Dan’s head whipped up to stare at her with wide eyes.

Kath was staring back with an expression filled with sorrow.

“Dan,” she said. “It’s okay to cry.”

The words were so unlike anything Dan had ever been told before that he found himself instantly falling apart. He burst out into wet sobs as he shoved his face back into his hands, doing his best to muffle his own noises while also putting as much pressure against his face that he could feel it. Anything to drown out the pain in his chest, the pain that came with realizing that not only was Dan’s life a mess, but he didn’t even have proper parents to help him through it.

Not like Phil did. Not like Kath and Nigel Lester, who’d done nothing but make Dan feel like he belonged every time he came to visit.

And now Kath was holding Dan, seemingly having come around the table to sit down next to him. She dragged Dan into her arms, pulled his face into his chest, and held him so tight that it didn’t even matter anymore if Dan shoved his face into his hands.

Because Kath was holding him like Dan imagined a mother always should, and it was almost too much.

As Dan cried, Kathryn kept whispering soothing words against his hair. “You’re going to be okay,” she’d say, and then, “Just let it out, baby. Let it all out.”

Somehow, it made the tears run faster, but it helped to relieve some of the pain sat on Dan’s chest.

For the first time all morning, he didn’t feel alone. Up until this moment, Dan had only ever felt like this with Phil - safe, protected, loved...

It took a long time for Dan to cry himself out in Kath’s arms, but Kath never once complained. She held him the entire time, arms warm and sturdy, and almost as wonderful as Phil’s. She kept her voice low as she murmured reassurances to Dan, and held him together while Dan felt himself fall apart.

When Dan finally felt like he had some modicum of control over himself, he dragged himself out of Kath’s arms and stared up at her with a tear stained face.

He had to do this. He wanted to do this. It was just like ripping off a plaster.

“My parents are kicking me out,” he blurted out, wincing as the words sent a sharp jolt of pain through his insides. He hadn’t anticipated how much worse it would feel when he said the words out loud.

Kath’s eyes widened just the tiniest bit, and her hands tightened where they’d moved to Dan’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry, love,” Kath soothed, “What’s happened?”

Dan closed his eyes as he fought to get the rest of the words out of his mouth.

“They don’t want me to see Phil anymore,” he explained as best as he could. He licked his lips, and squeezed his eyes shut tighter when he felt the tears prick once again. “They don’t want me to see boys at all,” he added, because it didn’t feel like enough to say it was just Phil.

“I wish they didn’t feel that way,” Kath murmured gently, her hand finding Dan’s cheeks and rubbing gently. Her fingers ran over Dan’s tear tracks, and dragged them away, wiping away his tears.

Dan’s lip trembled dangerously.

“I don’t want to give him up,” Dan admitted hoarsely. “I love him.” Dan was entirely helpless as more tears slipped down his cheeks.

“And he loves you,” Kath replied, pulling Dan back into her arms for another hug. Dan didn’t even hesitate to hold her back. “That’s all that matters, love. That’s all that matters.”

Dan let his eyes close, and felt himself wishing that Kath was right. If only loving Phil was enough.

But loving Phil didn’t pay the rent.

“But I have nowhere to go,” Dan croaked, hiding his face in Kath’s shoulder. “I don’t have any money. I don’t have a job. I’m not even a YouTube partner yet, and what if I never am? I can’t - I can’t go home, but I don’t have anywhere else to go,” he cried, feeling the words fall like vomit from his mouth. There was even the acrid taste pressing against the back of his throat.

Kath just held Dan tighter.

“Of course you have somewhere to go,” she whispered. “You’re here now, aren’t you? Did you really think you wouldn’t be welcome here?”

For a moment, the words didn’t quite register. Dan was so lost in his own thoughts, his own terror, that he didn’t quite hear what Kath had said. But eventually, the words struck Dan, and he felt his body stiffen as the words slowly began to sink in.

Here? With the Lesters?

Kath couldn’t possibly mean that, could she?

“I…” Dan tried, but he couldn’t find the words to express how he was feeling. There was a part of him that felt hopeful, like maybe his worst fears wouldn’t come true - he wouldn’t end up out on the street, or be forced to break up with Phil. “That’s not - I can’t -” Dan stuttered, tripping over his words.

Surely, surely even the Lester’s couldn’t be that kind, that understanding… right?

Before Dan could go on, Kath released him and pushed him gently away from her body so that she could look at him. Her expression was soft, and her eyes were softer.

“Dan, love. You’re family now. You’re not alone in this. Please, I want you to feel welcome here for however long you need,” she explained.

Dan could do nothing but stare up at Kath with wide, uncertain eyes, because this couldn’t be real.

“But -” Dan tried to argue, only for Kath to shake her head fondly and press a finger to Dan’s lips.

“But nothing,” she insisted, looking at Dan with the utmost determination on her face. The way she held herself like she’d just made up her mind and no one could deter her reminded Dan of Phil. “I won’t hear a word of argument. It’s settled. You’re staying here until we get you on your feet. So please, make yourself at home.”

Lips trembling, and unable to comprehend the offer that had just been given to him, Dan let his eyes slip closed in exhaustion.

“Thank you,” he said, voice just as soft and unsure as Dan was currently feeling. But he hoped Kath would understand the sentiment was appreciated. Whatever Dan ended up choosing to do,he would forever be grateful to Kath and her offer.

The sound of someone moving around behind them suddenly interrupted the tense moment, and Dan whiped around in his chair to find Phil stood in the kitchen doorway.

“What’s going on?” he asked, sounding half awake and yet very, very confused. He was rubbing at his eyes and looking far too sleepy for someone who was up and about.

He was also wearing his glasses, a sight that would have probably turned Dan on in any other circumstance, but now just made his heart swell. This was a sight Dan wanted to see for the rest of his life, and somehow, someway, Phil’s mum of all people was offering him that chance.

Another wave of tears welled in Dan’s eyes, and he turned away in the hopes that Phil wouldn’t see them.

“You weren’t in bed when I woke up, so I was worried…” Phil said, brow furrowing as he seemed to register that something was indeed wrong.

Before Dan could respond, or Phil could press the whole notion of something being off, Kath stood up from where she’d been sitting. Dan’s head whipped back around, teras slipping down his face, as Kath reached out and placed a gentle hand on Dan’s shoulder.

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” Kath said, releasing Dan’s shoulder and taking her warmth with it. Dan was surprised at the rush of disappointment he felt when Kathryn Lester moved away from him.

Taking her half empty tea with her, Kath walked away, leaving Dan to turn back to the kitchen table in an attempt to at least hide some of his tears. Behind him, Dan could hear Kath murmuring softly to Phil, and then Phil was walking over to join Dan at the table.

He took the chair his mum had just vacated, and just sat there.

Dan risked a glance over at him, only to find that Phil was beginning to look more and more alert, even without his usual cup of morning coffee. The tense atmosphere Kath had left behind was clearly getting to him, waking him up.

Phil was biting his lip and staring at Dan, worry evident in his features. Dan looked away quickly.

“Why’d you leave?” Phil asked after a moment, when the silence had stretched too thin. His voice was hesitant, like he didn’t want to push, but he wanted to say something, and had settled on this. “The bed, I mean. I - I missed you,” he admitted tentatively. “I was hoping we could have a lie in or something.”

Rather than responded, Dan shrugged his shoulders and sniffled a little, hoping that maybe he could hide the fact that he was crying for even just a little bit longer. Unfortunately for him, Phil was far too perceptive for that - even if he was sleepy.

“Are you crying?” Phil asked, suddenly sounding panicked. He reached out to press a warm palm to Dan’s shoulder, and squeezed, shaking it a little in a clear attempt to get Dan to look up at him. “What’s going on, Dan? Did something happen?” he asked.

“My dad called this morning,” Dan blurted out, still refusing to turn his head and look up at Phil. He could feel his hands starting to shake again at the mere mention of his father.

Phil inhaled sharply from next to him, his grasp loosening.

“What?” Phil asked, his voice hushed. Dan could hear the concern so carefully laced through the single word.

Dan nodded his head. “That’s why I came downstairs,” he explained.

“Fuck,” Phil cursed, dragging his fingers from Dan’s shoulder. Dan looked up to find that Phil had shoved the heel of his hands against his eyes. “What did he say?” he asked, voice muffled as he scrubbed at his face, looking distressed.

Dan’s hands twitched with the desire to reach out and comfort Phil, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. Not when his father's words were still rattling around in his head, and he knew he’d have to repeat them once more to Phil, just like he had to Phil’s mum. So instead, Dan let out a heavy sigh, and squeezed his fingers into a fist on top of the table.

“He told me that if I we weren’t broken up by the time I get home on Monday, that I’m not allowed back home.”

The sound Phil made reminded Dan of someone being choked, and he finally whipped his head up to look at Phil. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was hanging open in complete and utter shock. It was obvious that wasn’t something he’d been expecting any more than Dan had.

“Fuck, Dan. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. God, is there anything I can do?”

Dan shrugged his shoulders, because the reality was, not really. No practical solution could fix the heartbreak Dan felt; his entire world had just come crumbling down around him. Never in a million years had Dan anticipated that his parents’ reactions would be this, even though he’d known that they weren’t really okay with him being bi for years.

Despite Dan’s reply, however, Phil reached out and dragged Dan into his arms the same way his mum had done. While Kath’s hug had been warm and secure, Phil’s hug felt like home, even as he shoved his face into Dan’s neck and breathed harsly against the skin there, clearly just as upset as Dan was.

Or, at least, close to as upset, because Dan knew that Phil couldn't ever truly understand what Dan was going through. He had amazing parents who’d never threatened to kick him out for his sexuality, and who’d welcomed Dan wholeheartedly into their lives the moment Phil had introduced Dan as Phil’s boyfriend.

But that didn’t make his pain any less, and it didn’t make his sympathy any less appreciated.

“I’m sorry, Dan,” Phil murmured, his voice sounding thick with tears.

“”S not your fault,” Dan replied, wrapping his arms around Phil in return, and shoving his own face into the crook of Phil’s neck.

“But still,” Phil said, “If I’d just known -” he started, only for Dan to shake his head violently and cut him off, dragging his head back from Phil’s neck in an attempt to look at him.

“Known what?” he asked, peering pleadingly at Phil. “How my parents were going to respond? Or that I was going to tell them at all? Cause trust me, I hadn’t really planned it out,” Dan insisted. “It’s not your fault, Phil. Hell, it’s not mine,” Dan added, biting out the words as strongly as he could because it wasn’t. It wasn’t, and Dan wasn’t going to allow either of them to put that blame on themselves.

Even if a part of Dan’s brain did want to him blame himself.

“I just didn't want to go to India on Valentine’s Day. I wanted to spend our first one together…” he said, his voice trailing off as he deflated, and he remembered what had caused this whole mess in the first place.

Dan was 18 for fucks sake, shouldn’t he be allowed to make his own decisions by now?

Phil made a soft wounded sound, and held Dan even tighter.

“You didn’t have to do that for me, Dan. It’s not like this is the only Valentine’s Day we’re ever going to have together,” he whispered, pressing his forehead tightly to Dan’s.

“No, but it’s our only first. I wanted to make it special…” Dan whispered back, eyes falling shut as he held Phil tighter. “It was going to be the first Valentine’s Day you spent with someone you actually love…” he added, because it was true.

In the hours and hours they’d talked since they’d officially gotten together, Phil had confessed that he’d never actually spent a Valentine’s Day with anyone he even knew. It had all been one night stands at singles parties he let his friends drag him too. Sometime in early January, before Dan had known the dates of his trip to India, Phil had mentioned being so excited to spend the holiday with someone he actually cared about.

And Dan’s parents were determined to take that away from him.

Warm, gentle hands found Dan’s face and cupped his cheeks. The soft, soothing motions of Phil’s thumbs rubbing away the tear tracks streaking down Dan’s face helped to relax him some, and he opened his eyes to find Phil peering at him.

“Dan, did you really think I ever cared about the actual day?” he asked, his breath warm as it fanned against Dan’s face. There was something sad about Phil’s voice that tugged at Dan’s heart strings. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you if I have it my way. One Valentine’s Day wasn’t worth -”

“Don’t,” Dan interrupted him, voice hard and hoarse with a new wave of tears. He blinked, and felt them drip down his cheeks, but Dan didn’t care. He reached up to cup Phil’s hands with his own, and held on tight. “Don’t say that. You are worth anything, Phil.”

His voice was fierce, and his eyes even fiercer, as he stared at Phil.

For a moment, they stayed like that. Phil’s eyes were wide, and he blinked rapidly a few times like he was trying to take in what Dan had said. It was clear Dan had taken him by surprise, and that only made Dan’s feeling of gravity even stronger.

He stared hard at Phil until he thought that Phil had gotten the message, and then he finally pulled away. His hands fell from Phil’s face, and landed softly in his lap, where Dan turned his gaze.

“Besides…” he mumbled, his shoulders slumping, “Waiting wouldn’t have changed their minds. It was never going to be any different.”

The reality of the words sent a new wave of solemnity over Dan. He hadn’t been lying when he’d said Phil would always be worth fighting for, even for something as simple as the chance to spend a money-based holiday with him, but that didn’t change how badly it hurt to know that nothing could have prevented this.

Shaking his head, Dan reached up and wiped his own tears away as silence fell between him and Phil.

Then -

“But I could have been there, too,” Phil murmured, reaching out to tip Dan’s chin up to face him. His face was gentle, kind, understanding, in a way that made Dan’s lip tremble anew. He blinked back the never ending onslaught of tears, and nodded his head violently. “You didn’t have to do it alone.”

Maybe it was just the fact that Dan was feeling so fucking vulnerable today, or maybe it was just because it was Phil, but Dan practically launched himself into Phil’s arms at the words. He couldn’t help the way his mouth sought out Phil’s, slotting their lips together passionately. The kiss was chaste but intense, their mouths moving against each others like they were made for each other.

All the while, Dan felt tears drip down his cheeks, and found himself crying harder at the way Phil reached up to swipe them away. The movement was tender, intimate in a way that Dan hadn’t quite expected, but it was good.

All those years of Phil having nothing but one night stands, and he had this kind of love waiting inside of him, just trying to get out.

Dan was so lucky he was the one who got to experience it.

When they finally pulled apart, it was only for Dan to press his face into the crook of Phil’s neck and whisper, “Thank you.”

He’d never felt so entirely loved, and though Dan knew it would be a long road towards self acceptance, for the first time in his life he felt like he might actually be okay with or without his parents acceptance.

For a long moment, they just sat there, Phil’s arms wrapped tight around Dan’s body, and Dan with his face pressed to the crook of Phil’s neck. Despite the overwhelming feeling of affection Dan had in that moment, there was still a deep tug in his chest that made the tears continue to fall, even when Dan thought he should be well and truly empty of them.

“You can stay here, you know,” Phil eventually offered, his voice soft and low.

Dan’s head jerked up at the familiar sounding words, mouth going a little bit dry in surprise. He blinked almost owlishly up at Phil. He shouldn’t have been so surprised that both mother and son would think so alike, and yet he was. Dan was absolutely floored by the Lester family kindness, and he couldn’t seem to hide it.

“I’ll talk to my mum, I’m sure she’ll be fine with it,” Phil added, brow furrowing as he stared down at Dan. He reached up and stroked a calming hand down Dan’s back, a move that confused Dan. “It’s going to be alright. She loves you,” he continued, voice a mix of hushed reassurance. “I’m sure if we just explain the situation to her, she won’t mind.”

It took a moment for Dan to realize why Phil was talking to him like that, but when he did, he burst into laughter. He just couldn’t help himself. Phil thought Dan was worried that Katherine Lester would say no.

It was just so ridiculous how alike mother and son could be.

Maybe it wasn’t fair of Dan to laugh at Phil when Phil was just trying to reassure him, but he couldn’t help it. The Lesters really were all just saints.

“I know,” Dan eventually replied, still chuckling a little as he looked up at a very confused Phil. “You’re mum already offered actually. Well, demanded, really,” he added, shaking his head goodnaturedly.

“She did?” Phil asked, still confused.

Dan just rolled his eyes, and leaned in close to steal another quick kiss, sighing against Phil’s lips. There was a flutter of hope finally beginning to build in Dan’s chest, and for the first time that morning, Dan actually considered the fact that he might really be living with the Lesters.

And how wonderful a thought was that.

Shaking his head as he pulled back, Dan asked, “Did you really expect anything less of your mum?”

Mind clearly still reeling, Phil sat and thought about Dan’s question for a moment, before he finally shook his head with a small smile of his own. “No, I guess not really,” he agreed.

**

They ended up back in Phil’s bed an hour later, tucked against each other under the covers with the door closed and the curtain pulled all the way open to let the afternoon sun in. They were both fully dressed, and far too emotionally drained for any activities other than kissing and cuddling, but Dan didn’t mind. If the way Phil kept twining their fingers together and squeezing was any indication, Dan didn’t think Phil very much minded either.

Their legs were tangled as Dan burrowed into Phil’s chest, one hand held captive in Phil’s as Phil held Dan close.

The moment was soft, and intimate, and so comforting that Dan had even finally stopped crying. For the most part, he felt better, even though he knew it would be a long time before the sting of his parents rejection would cease to hurt.

“So,” Phil murmured, drawing Dan’s attention to him. “What are you going to do?” he asked, continuing their earlier conversation about Dan’s plans for the future, now that his parents had… well, kicked him out. “Do you want me to go down to Wokingham with you on Monday to pick up your things?” Phil asked.

“No,” Dan sighed, rolling over a little so he could stare up at Phil’s ceiling. While having Phil along with him would surely make Dan feel a little braver, he knew he needed to do this on his own.

“It’s okay, Phil. I think I need to do this on my own,” he explained gently, turning his head to stare into Phil’s concerned eyes. Dan managed to pull his fingers from Phil’s just long enough to reach up and cup his cheek gently. Phil’s hand followed his immediately, cupping Dan’s back. The feeling made Dan smile.

“But if it makes you feel any better, I think I’m going to wait until my parents have left for India before I go back,” he added, smiling when the reassurance caused Phil to noticeably relax. His eyes were closed, but his body had melted into the covers a little, and his hand didn’t feel like a death grip against Dan’s anymore.

Smiling affectionately, Dan leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to Phil’s forehead.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” he said, and then, because he could, added, “And then you’ll never be able to get rid of me.” His voice trailed off into a wicked impersonation of a horror movie villain, and he used the momentum he had over Phil to roll on top of him and pin him to his bed.

“You’re mine, Lester!” Dan crowed victoriously, and leaned in for a kiss.

Phil didn’t even try to fight back, but he did laugh, the sound coming deep from Phil’s abdomen, and so boisterous that Dan could do nothing but laugh too.