#everyone say thank you wingman jade

[cloudcountry]

Hi Auburn! Been thinking about the 1.8K event, and finally, after days of pondering; I have come to a conclusion.

For the Harveston Sledathon event, I think it would have been really cute if MC built a massive snow fort and absolutely SMACKED a sled boi of your choice in the face with snowballs. Just more fun winter hijinks and MC gets to start it. It can be platonic or romantic; whatever feels best/natural to you!

*aka it's hot here and I feel like Jack in the Tamashina event*

IDIA DESERVES TO GET SMACKED.

also i feel about its sooooo fucking hto in my room right nwo im so MAD.

its romantic bc i think it would be funny if idia crushed really hard on someone that just teased him constantly LMAO

once again if you see any typos NO YOU DONT

IDIA "WET CAT" SHROUD GETS PELTED WITH FROZEN WATER (1.8k details)

A cold shock smacks Idia right on the back of the neck, and he shrieks when snow falls into his warm coat. He hears you cackling from behind him, and as he whips around to face you, he comes face-to-face with another snowball.

Jade chuckles beside him at your antics, and Epel says something to the effect of “you’re on” as Sebek screeches, but all Idia can look at is you as you throw your head back and laugh at him. It shouldn’t be so attractive to him that you’re so competitive and start stupid competitions like this, but he can’t bring himself to yell at you like he would anyone else.

“Aren’t you going to join them? They seem to have singled you out.” Jade hums, staring at Idia with glittering eyes that scream danger.

Does Jade know? Or is he just pretending to know?! What would Azul do with the information that Idia has a pathetic little crush on the Prefect that enjoys teasing him relentlessly about the silliest of things?

“They just like picking on me, that’s all.” Idia shakes his head and huffs, trying to hide his hair under his hat (which is rapidly turning pink as he speaks), “You...You know, like normies do. I knew I never should have left my room, this whole trip was a bad idea.”

“Oh? Are you certain?” Jade hums, tilting his head to the side as he smiles his unnerving smile, “I was under the impression that their boldness and confidence had you enamored. Was I perhaps...incorrect?”

“Yes!” Idia yelps, a response that comes far too soon for it to be the truth.

Satisfied, Jade steps away.

“Well then. It would be a shame if the Prefect were to hear about you hating them.” Jade sighs mournfully, “If only your feelings were the opposite.”

Idia knows what he’s doing.

He knows what game Jade is playing.

And yet as the mereel walks away, he makes a noise that sounds like a strangled cough and runs to talk to you before Jade can.

[eoieopda]

My lovely Jade, you are hitting these milestones so quickly AS TOU SHOULD because you are a wonderful human being and everyone needs to know this 💜 My request for this milestone is Hobi + strangers to lovers love (lust?) at first sight 🥵 Please and thank you :)

so, i went in more of a cute direction than a spicy one, i hope that’s okay!! i just miss hobi and needed to be a lil bit dumb about it 😵‍💫

the one with hoseok and the palm reader

pairing: jung hoseok x gn!reader type: drabble (f) | wc: 1.5k | rating: pg15 au: university, house party, meet cute / strangers to ? summary: hoseok’s fate line says he has a luck problem, but when he meets you at a party, he begs to differ. cw: alcohol use, brief blood mention, wingman jimin is drunk (lol). 🔞 this drabble is sfw, regardless, my content is not for minors. minors and ageless blogs who interact with me or my writing will be blocked.

Hoseok holds his plastic cup to his lips, knowing full well he emptied it half an hour ago. As he does, he peers over the top of it at the keg in the kitchen. It’s no more than a few meters away; it’s already been tapped. It would be so easy to cross the living room and top up, but he’s frozen. Worse, he’s staring.

He can hear Jimin talking — his ears work just fine, thanks — but he isn’t processing a single thing being said to him. That staggered, surprisingly quick rate of speech can’t hold Hoseok’s attention, and somehow, Jimin doesn’t seem to notice that his captive audience is otherwise captivated. 

Well, Hoseok assumes he hasn’t noticed. 

Any idiot with eyes can see that Hoseok’s been holding that cup to his mouth for far longer than it would take a person to down its contents — if it even had any. Instead, he bites down on the lip of that cup with squinted eyes, focus zeroed in on the keg.

Well, the person standing directly behind the keg.

“Are you going to talk to them, or are you just going to drool?” Jimin smirks, jabbing his elbow impishly into Hoseok’s ribs. The elder hisses in response to the unexpected contact but says nothing; the sound of his expelled air multiplies as it echoes through his cup.

“Seriously, that look on your face is clinical. Blink twice if you need medical attention.”

Embarrassed, Hoseok jerks his neck to glare at Jimin. The sudden movement pulls the plastic cup from the vice grip of his teeth. A loud click erupts when it slips past his incisors, and it startles them both. 

“Fuck,” he mutters. Two fingers fly up to his lips, rubbing half-heartedly at the emerging soreness below them. 

Jimin’s eyebrows raise expectantly while he waits on a substantive reply; he isn’t likely to get one. Still, his blinks come in slow-motion, eyelids heavy under the weight of his intoxication. Slurring just a little, he offers, “Maybe it’s weird for you to just walk over and introduce yourself, but it’s way weirder to gawk at them for twenty minutes without saying a word.”

Jimin’s right, and Hoseok knows he’s right, but something is making his knees wobble, and he can’t bring himself to move. Not towards the keg, not towards you. Though he’s never been shy, he’s never felt this boneless before.

“I don’t even know their name,” he mutters, as if it’s a viable excuse. Even he doesn’t buy it.

Up ahead, you sit crooked on the kitchen counter without paying any attention whatsoever to the loudness around you. One leg dangles from the counter’s height while the other is bent, tucked comfortably underneath the hinge of your knee. Your elbow rests on the sill of the open window behind you, adjoining hand propping your head up. 

And because it’s somehow possible to look even more effortless, your hair flutters ever-so-slightly upon the breeze.

Your free hand grips a coffee mug — a Snoopy mug, no less — though its contents certainly aren’t coffee, and the ceramic rests gently upon your leg. Even from several meters away, Hoseok can see the condensation dripping down from that mug, down the side of your thigh. He watches a bead of water roll down, down, down, out of sight. He swallows hard.

Jimin snickers at the slack-jawed boy beside him. Pointing one hand lazily at you in the distance, he drops your name with an odd reverence. Somehow, it feels appropriate. Still, Hoseok’s own — frantic —  hand reaches out and pulls Jimin’s down to his side.

Subtlety has never been Jimin’s strong suit.

“Transferred here at the start of spring semester, so you just missed them, lover boy.”

Hoseok, whose graduation ceremony concluded mere hours ago, swats Jimin’s hands away as tickling fingers attack his side.

“They’re terrifying,” Jimin continues, unprompted. 

Hoseok wonders how the fuck this is supposed to be reassuring. If Jimin’s coaxing him to talk to you, why would he lead with this? 

Jimin course-corrects. “Not in, like, the kind of way that should make you fear for your safety, of course.”

Hoseok is puzzled and it’s palpable. His brows furrow as he questions, “So, what, then? They won’t hit me, but they might steal my wallet?”

Jimin hums thoughtfully before responding. Hoseok figures he’s trying to access the part of his brain not currently steeped in gas station rum.

“It’s hard to explain,” he sighs, unhelpful. “They’re a bit chaotic, and honestly, it intimidates the shit out of me whenever I find someone more charismatic than me.”

Hoseok shoots his friend a pointed look.

Jimin scoffs, “What? It’s rare.” He lifts his hands in self-defense, albeit lazily, then adds, “Not mean or anything, just a wild card.”

“If you’re scared to talk to them, why should I?” Hoseok asks, incredulous.

Jimin simply shrugs. Unhelpful. With a frustrated groan, Hoseok chucks his cup at the overfilled trash can in the corner. It bounces off the top of the pile and lands lamely on the hardwood. Hoseok frowns.

Tired of his stalling, Jimin stumbles behind Hoseok and pushes at his shoulder blades. Hoseok trips off towards the kitchen, wholly unable to stop his momentum before crashing into the table. Upon impact, several stacks of cups clatter down around his feet. The beer bank —  a jar full of loose change collected to cover the cost of the keg — wobbles ominously.

He can’t react quickly enough to catch it; it tips over and shatters on the floor. Behind him, someone pauses the stereo while everyone else boos. 

“Party foul!” A voice shouts from nowhere. It sounds a lot like Seokjin, to no one’s surprise.

Within seconds, Hoseok is pelted with empty cups, beer pong balls, and other assorted garbage. As the trash ricochets off him, his face burns, blushing beet red. That embarrassment bites at the tips of his ears, which poke out under the beanie shoved down over his hair. 

To be clear, Hoseok doesn’t give a shit or fuck about the people roasting him — loudly and with vigor — behind his back. He does, however, give a massive shit about your bemused gaze, which is now fixed squarely on him.

Your mouth is frozen in the shape of an “o,” but it quickly thaws when you hop down from your perch and grab the dish rag hanging off the oven handle behind you. You trot over to him like a field medic and, as you do, any grasp he has of the Korean language goes flying out that open window behind you. 

“If I had a won for everything I’ve broken, I could’ve paid for the keg myself.” 

The force of your giggle damn near knocks him prone. 

When you crouch down to assess the damage, Hoseok joins you automatically. He still hasn’t said a word by the time you begin sweeping shards of glass into the towel; and he’s still unwillingly mute when you prick your finger. The words are still missing when you press your tongue flush against the nick left behind, pink on red. 

For good fucking reason, you’re puzzled by his silence. Hoseok gets the impression that you aren’t used to one-sided conversations, but he’s having a hell of a time forming coherent thoughts.

You just walk around looking like this all the time? And what, everyone else just has to deal with it?

“Oh shit!” You suddenly exclaim, though your words are close to incomprehensible with your tongue indisposed.

Realizing this, you pull your finger away from your mouth and instead pinch it hard against the hem of your denim shorts. Your face is awash with embarrassment, and that makes your tone soften significantly. Almost whispering, you say, “Someone said there’s an international student here, doesn’t understand a word of Korean. Is that you?”

Hoseok snorts. “If it was, how would I know you’d asked?”

You cringe, sigh forlornly at your own fuck up, and drop into a seated position. Thankfully, you manage to steer clear of the jar’s remnants as you do — though Hoseok would’ve readily volunteered to help remove any glass that may have gotten stuck to the back of your thighs. 

Your breezy laugh floats into the distance between the two of you, smelling like pineapple juice and vodka. Hoseok has never encountered someone who embodied summer so completely. Now, he’s warm all over.

“Don’t ask how I made it three years into a bachelor’s degree while being this much of a babo,” you warn him. “It’s a mystery to me, too.”

You squint one eye and scrunch your nose. The smattering of freckles on your cheeks slips into the creases of your grimace. A smile tugs at Hoseok’s lips, though he tries very hard to conceal it. 

“But now that I know you do speak Korean, I don’t see any reason why I can’t know your name.”

Jesus.

Jimin was right.

You are a pistol — and goddamn, does he love it.

“Hoseok,” he says finally. He holds out a hand for you to shake, but you grab it, pull it, and nearly send him falling face first into your lap. He sputters, all the while, “Aish! What are you —”

You run your index finger over a crease in his palm, near his thumb. It tickles; his own fingers twitch reflexively under your touch. You chew on your bottom lip, deep in thought. Hoseok is enthralled. 

“Had a rough go of it, Hoseok?”

His eyes widen, brows shooting up into his hairline. “I – what?”

“The lines on your palm are telling me you’ve got a luck problem,” you explain casually, not looking up from his hand.

You offer nothing further except a thoughtful hum. Without letting go of his hand, your twinkling eyes blink up at him from under a thick curtain of black eyelashes.

“Better turn that around, yeah?”

All he can do is stare. He’s dumbstruck, and you haven’t even introduced yourself yet.

Tragically, you let go of his hand and flick your hair over your bare shoulder. As if you can read his thoughts, you beam and state your name. Then, with your head tilting curiously to one side, you smirk. “But you’re in my kitchen, so I hope that’s not news to you.”

“Nice to meet you,” he starts. And before he can stop himself, he finishes with, “I think I love you.”

[ahockeywrites]

The ABBA Series

From my love for ABBA comes my collection of stories based around some of my favourite songs. These fics will be posted approximately January 2023

Each story is an OC and they all occur in the same universe, so characters can and will cross between stories. However, each story can also be read individually.

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged in these!! I’ll probably make a google forms or something for this to make it easier

(*) indicates smut

Money Money Money - Tyson Jost - coming soon

Sabine Sabitzer never intended to be the centre of attention, in her mind at least. She dressed like everyone else, she did her hair like everyone else, she watched sports like everyone else. But the money her father had wasn’t like everyone else.

Tyson Jost never was the centre of attention, unless his favourite alternate captain have given him a few too many shots on a night out, but his unruly curls always got some attention from the ladies.

One fateful night, the two meet at a ball neither wants to be at. What happens when the pair escape out the back door?

Dancing Queen - Mathew Barzal - coming soon

Mat loved to party. Heading out after a big win to one of New York’s best clubs was his favourite way to relax. He’d order a few drinks, dance with a few girls, and pick one to take home. On the unlucky night he wasn’t able to take one home, he’d wingman one of his teammates, usually Tito.

Jade hated partying. She reluctantly went along with her friends to clubs and tried her best to enjoy the awkwardness of random people dancing on her and people drinking way too much alcohol. She was never one to take someone to bed after knowing them for a few minutes.

When Rosa drags Jade along to her not-boyfriend’s party and she catches Mat’s eye, maybe her hatred for clubs will change.

Gimme, Gimme, Gimme - Cale Makar - coming soon

Erik Johnson wasn’t shy about letting all the Avalanche players know that his sister was moving to Denver. He assumed they’d all take over the older brother status that he had over Leona. He also made sure that everyone knew she was off limits.

Leona struggled making friends with anyone not associated with the hockey team. She tried at work, but no one seemed to have similar interests as her.

The team are out clubbing one night and Leona might be drunk, but she still knows what she’s saying to Devon. That she likes Cale a little more than the way that friends do. Cale overhears and can’t believe his feelings are reciprocated. But her brother is the veteran defenceman for his team.

What happens when Erik finds out about the little crush both of them hold?

Voulez Vouz - Anthony Beauvillier (*) - coming soon

Growing up with a hockey player as a best friend meant making sacrifices and Rosa knew all about that. Early morning practice, Saturday and Sunday games, injuries. She was there for it all.

Anthony treasured having Rosa in his life, she was always his rock and that didn’t change when he moved to New York to play in the big leagues, she was still there. Just virtually for the first three.

When Rosa snaps up a job in the Big Apple and spends more time with Anthony, what becomes of their friendship?

Does Your Mother Know - Matthew Tkachuk (*) - coming soon

Sneaking out to see your summer hook up is fun when you’re 18. But it’s just god damn awkward sneaking out when Keith and Chantal are keeping a watchful eye over everything. Chantal spots the marks that litter Matthew’s collarbones and wonders who he’s heading out to see all the time.

It’s not like Jenna wasn’t taking risks either. She’d had a crush on Matthew since they were 15 and everyone was playing in her pool. He took his shirt off and she was really thankful that he had started going to the gym. And Matthew wasn’t small to hide at all, so when her parents stuck their heads in to check she was all good during the night, she had to pretend that it was someone else.

Eventually, the sneaking around gets to them and one parents spots them. But who was it and what will their reaction be?

Take a Chance on Me - Trent Frederic (*) - coming soon

Sierra never trusted hockey players. Not after her older sister had her heart broken by one to many. Not after she watched her brother have women going in and out of his room like a revolving door. So when she met Jack and his friends, she never expected anything to go further than just friends.

Trent’s eyes looked up and down Sierra’s body when she first entered the room wearing a bodycon dress that hugged her body in all the right places. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

After a night out in Boston, Sierra wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar apartment with an unfamiliar view. Glancing over, she saw Trent’s hair resting on the pillow. Without a second thought, she grabs her stuff and leaves Trent.

When Jack confronts both of them asking why they refuse to be seen with each other, maybe something will change.

Lay All Your Love on Me - Colton Parayko (*) - coming soon

Colton knew he had to stop. But she was just too enticing. Autumn was his perfect girl, aside from the six year age gap. He wanted to settle down with someone, get married, maybe have a few babies.

Autumn had just graduated from college and was trying to find her feet in St Louis. She liked seeing Colton, but just as a hook up.

When Colton gets her tickets to a Blues home game in the WAG suite, she feels out of place but the other girls welcome her as one of their own. How does she explain she’s nothing more than just a placeholder for Colton and how does he respond?

[opalmaplehibiscus]

Vice Dorm Leader Study Date HC

Hello Anon! Sorry for the wait! I wasn’t quite sure what you wanted to see so I tried my best trying cover a lot of ideas OTL If this wasn’t what you wanted, please do request again with what you wish to see! 

Trey

·       Study dates with Trey are very rare

·       He’s always busy due to his responsibilities as vice dorm leader while preparing to becoming a 4th year, so going on dates with you in general isn’t going to happen a lot

·       When you do end up going on with him though, he would cherish them and try to make it last as long as possible, trying to catch up on all the missed times with you

·       Usually, the study dates happen by Cater (best wingman ever by the way), who ends up stealing Ace, Deuce, and Grim from you on the days you’re supposed to study with them

·       Whenever that happens, Trey gets a message with a “U owe me~ ;9” from Cater as said guy drags the “interference” away

·       Trey: Cater, you shouldn’t be calling our underclassmen interference... Cater: Eh~ So, are you saying you don’t feel annoyed that they’re spending more time with you-know-who? Trey: …You don’t see me saying it up front now do you

·       He would do his best to help you study, teaching you whatever you needed to know  - tips, tricks, what topic that would be covered the most on the exam, etc

·       Would he try to make you flustered and blush though? Yeah. He thinks you’re adorable when you blush – endearing, cute, someone he wishes to cherish with all his heart

·       It’s why he would make passes on you, leaning towards you and brushing shoulders when he sits next to you as he helps explain something you don’t know or purposely having his hand graze yours as he points out something in the textbook or your notes

·       Expect to be spoiled with all types of sweets and desserts when with Trey

·       Cake? Cookies? Pudding? He would bring all sorts of things for you two to snack on when taking a break and studying, including tea. After all, you’re someone he happens to love so he has to somehow make it obvious one way or another

·       Trey has younger siblings. It’s why he naturally wipes the crumbs off your face since it’s habit to do so. Yeah. That’s it. Totally not

·       What isn’t natural is when, near the end of the study date, you would either hug or kiss him on the cheek, after finally understanding something or making progress, as thanks

·       Covering half of his face, he would turn his face away to hide his red face that could rival Riddle’s hair, trying to tell you he was fine with a small stutter and wavering smile when you ask if he’s okay

·       Now if only you would realize said study dates were actually dates and he likes you…

     Ruggie

·       Like Trey, Ruggie is a busy man. Busy doing Leona’s orders while chasing after all the money and food he could possibly get, so having study dates with him are also rare

·       In fact, the percent of having study dates with him are lower than Trey’s because of how much work he’ll be forced to deal with

·       It’s why, the only times he would be able to go on study dates with you are when you come visit Savanaclaw once every blue moon

·       Most often you would come over because of Jack, whether it’s to just hang out, give him a memo, whatnot

·       The thing is though, whenever you come over, you end up meeting Jack a bit later because something would always come up right when he’s about to meet you

·       And it’s totally not suspicious that it happens whenever Ruggie is coming back to the dorms. 100% true.

·       Don’t worry about Jack by the way. It so happens that a certain dorm leader kidnapped said wolf because he happens to be a good wingman when he’s bored

·       Also, he’s running low on blackmail on Ruggie. Might as well get a refill when he can

·       When seeing you alone at the entrance either being bothered by the other dorm members or looking bored, Ruggie ends up taking you to the lounge and chat with you

·       The conversation always  school orientated with school work and teachers coming up

·       While you’re in the middle of complaining about Trein and Crewel again over their ridiculous assignments (like seriously, what’s so important about hair-color changing potions again? And what about the history of the school’s chandelier, is this shade???), Ruggie teases you about not being able to do something “as easy as that”

·       He does his best to hide his soft side towards you when you sulk about it, seeing it as you pouting. Which is adorable and cute in his eyes and he loves  seeing it

·       Just as you’re about to get up and leave from getting annoyed, Ruggie quickly offers you his help on your assignments despite saying it in a teasing tone

·       Yes, he likes to troll with people a lot but he can be serious when he wants to, evidently seen when he helps you through the questions

·       His explanations aren’t great, yet he doesn’t give up trying to get you to understand and solve the questions

·       Will he tease you while explaining? Yes. Will he snicker at you and give his infamous infuriating cute smirk? Yes.

·       In the end, the assignment still gets done along with you feeling better with the concepts you weren’t so sure of thanks to him

·       It’s his turn to blush as you give him a surprise hug, ending up covering his face with both hands and sigh once you let go

·       As this happens, a certain lion continues to film the whole thing while covering the mouth of his “precious” kouhai with a smirk on his face. He’s not sorry when he shows it to Ruggie by the way.

  Jade

·       Having study dates with Jade happens more frequently than Ruggie and Trey’s solely because Jade would make sure he has one with you

·       By that, he means using the pretext of having to “tutor” you per request by one of the staffs to get to go on one with you

·       He will proudly say it’s his favorite excuse to use against Azul and Floyd since they wouldn’t be able to bother him nor interfere when he’s trying to spend some time with you

·       Yes, he enjoys hanging around them for entertainment but he has his own limits too. Plus, he wouldn’t have to use….some other methods to get them off his back though he wouldn’t hesitate to do so if they interfere (cough blackmail cough)

·       Studying with Jade is difficult no thanks to how much he enjoys teasing you

·       He’ll be kind, polite, and courteous but he’ll do everything he can to get to see you blush

·       Brushing shoulders and hands “incidentally” is nothing compared to the times he explicitly makes a move on you like gently cupping your hand whenever he takes your pencil so he could write some helpful notes in your notebook or sitting really close to you in general

·       The worst part is how he’s actually good at teaching you with whatever you’re struggling with

·       Makes good analogies, explains things thorough enough for you to grasp the foundation, surprisingly writes neatly and draw good diagrams – he truly lives up to his position as one of Azul’s hands and vice dorm leader

·       That along with the fact he would be providing hospitability such as teas and snacks that you enjoy definitely makes him seem like a kind gentleman

·       He enjoys teasing you during the whole time, having fun with your reactions his favorite other than seeing you blush being you being annoyed

·       Just needs to shade here and there to get a good grasp and push your buttons only to get amused in the end from seeing you huff and pout or chuckle at any smart remarks you make towards him

·       However, when you give him one your softest, genuine smile or initiate any physical contact yourself, it’s going to be his turn to blush and perhaps even tsun a bit

·       Will go wide eyes at first with cheeks dust pink to turning lobster-red if you point it out while covering half his face and look away a bit

·       Hugging is a whole different story though where you would be very successfully into getting Jade to go “Jade. exe has stopped working” after surprising him with one once you finally understand and get whatever you were confused with and do it out of happiness

·       Once the date ends, he’ll show you out before going back into the dorm and find Azul and Floyd who he knew was spying during the whole thing

·       He finds all the photos they took of him blushing and either would burn them or delete the files if saved on phone or PC

·       He does secretly keep the ones that includes you looking happy or being close to him

   Jamil

·       Study dates with Jamil happens a good amount of time thanks to Kalim who makes sure it happens

·       By that, literally Kalim would get everyone in Scarabia to help out but that’s another story for another time

·       Out of all the vice dorm leaders, he’s the one that takes the study date seriously

·       Wouldn’t really strike up a conversation because he would be focused on trying to get as much done as possible no thanks to how he’s busy in general

·       That being said, most of the time would be more studying orientated

·       Jamil would be attentive and help you with anything you need help with, going over them and making sure you get at least the foundations solid

·       His explanation and tutoring skills are nearly par to Trey’s probably because of his many years of experience with Kalim, his sibling, and now, the other dorm members

·       So, the idea of teasing you wouldn’t come up initially. Keyword: Initially

·       Just because he’s focused on studying doesn’t mean he isn’t aware of his surroundings and other’s behaviors, especially yours

·       He’s aware his attraction towards you is very much mutual since he practically caught you who-knows-how-many-times you looked at him, only to blush and stutter whenever he asks if there’s a problem

·       Cue the teasing like the rest but unlike the other three above, his is more subtle

·       He’ll be testing the water-  see how far he can go with teasing you

·       He honestly enjoys how you’re trying to keep a straight face, all cool and collected when he sits next to you to the point only a pencil case would slip through the space between you two

·       Acting innocent and nonchalant, Jamil struggles to not smirk when he sees your ears turn red and the corner of your lips twitch

·       Totally would pull “face too close for comfort” on you when he finds you getting distracted from whatever he explains something to you

·       It would only happen once and never again though during the next few study dates since he’ll realize he nearly lost his self-control when he unconsciously and nearly closed the gap between the two of you

·       What do you mean you heard him click his tongue? He did no such thing. It’s not like he was disappointed or anything because he wanted to-

·       When you hug him, he’s not going to be calm. Whatsoever

·       Pulls his head over his head and tells you not to come near him as he pulls his hoodie’s strings and try to cover his face completely

·       This is when Kalim comes out of his hiding place and tries to get Jamil to calm down while telling you that he was “just passing by” when you ask where he came from

·       It isn’t until he’s back at his room does he start calming down only to drag his hands down his face from realizing he messed up on trying to look cool around you

·       Kalim: You like them that badly, huh~ Jamil: Shut up

 Rook

·       Study dates with Rook is bad for your heart. Not because he does weird things to you or anything. It’s just that…he’s rather direct. Very direct

·       Although he does an excellent job teaching you, he doesn’t hide his attraction towards you at all

·       Calls you all sorts of endearment without any shame when you come over to Pomefiore to have the study date with him: mon cœur, mon chéri, mamour, and more

·       Like with everyone else he takes interests in, he very much likes to look at you. Even though it’ll distract you, he’s genuinely happy and in bliss getting to spend time with you

·       To him, getting to see the you studying with such calmness makes him think you look absolutely enchanting, loving to see you putting effort and trying your best

·       Despite being a hunter, he isn’t aware how you tend to look at him when he’s focused though nor does he know that you like seeing his serious side

·       …and you probably shouldn’t since the minute he realizes this he probably would take advantage of it and cause you more problems down the road

·       He spoils you a lot, mostly because he wishes to see you happy. Meaning, he would prepare all sorts of things to make sure you’re feeling comfy and happy when you’re with him

·       In all seriousness though, he does education justice when he’s the one tutoring/teaching you

·       Goes over everything thoroughly to the point where he would continue practicing and quizzing you until he knows you actually understand everything

·       Every time you get something right, he praises you a lot to the point you would probably feel bashful

·       When you’re feeling down or frustrated from the fact you can’t understand something or from anything in general, Rook is the one who’ll realize it first which often leads to him being the one to make you feel better in a short amount of time through words of encouragement

·       In fact, he’s one of the two people who would be the best comforter of the vice dorm leaders

·       By that, he’s the one you would probably pour your heart to without worries and end up feeling better after every single study date

·       Hugging can go two ways with Rook

·       When he senses you about to hug him (happens 90% of the time btw), he’ll hug you back with the same amount of excitement. He wouldn’t let go after you realize what you’ve done out of pure instinct and would instead hug you tighter while your face burns in his arms

·       When you catch him off guard, he’ll freeze and blush, completely not expecting it. Probably would be his first time ever getting flustered too as he tries to quickly recover once you let go of him

      Lilia

·       Study dates with Lilia is more like a hang out than anything else

·       He literally will pull the “immortal-being” card, where he’ll look over your shoulder and see what you’re doing before going on a long story-time telling of how each theorem, principle, historical event, etc. was discovered when he was whatever age-old at the time

·       When dealing with assignments, he would complain about doing them, muttering along the lines of “back when I was in school, we didn’t have to do these”, “kids aren’t going to even use what they learned in real life”, and so on

·       Don’t expect him to even attempt to study. He would ask you why he would ever need to when he lived who-knows-how many years and being at all those events that took place

·       With all of that being said, you would think it would be impossible to get anything done, doing a great job distracting you especially when he just name drops a famous historical person and tells you the guy/gal’s life from baby to adult all in one go

·       “That kid used to be so cute, as expected they would end up being this great”, “What’s this nonsense? How did that brat even did that when they couldn’t even answer 1+1 correctly”-

·       However, when you try to study and start struggling, he would always help you

·       There’s going to be teasing and he is very bold about it

·       When you stifle a laugh from his stories, he sulks first only to kabedon you in your chair

·       Leaning closer to you, he’ll ask whether you’ll take him seriousness now, gently holding your chin so you wouldn’t be able to look away

·       He does end up letting you go with a smirk, giving you some space and time to get over what had happened in less than a minute, thinking that you looking like a deer caught in headlights with a bright blush made you look extremely adorable

·       It’s not shocking that he teaches you well, especially when he’s the one that taught Sebek, Silver, and Malleus. How? He’ll never tell you how but the look their faces when you ask them makes you decide not to think about it further

·       Lilia also happens to be the other greatest comforter, probably even better than Rook

·       It’s because he raised three children on his own, he’s able to pick up any stress or sense the struggle you’re having when you do your assignments or studying before you say anything about it

·       When it happens, he has you take a break on studying and lends you an ear, making sure you say everything that’s in your chest since he knows you’ll be needing it

·       By the time he’s done helping you and you hug him out of gratefulness, he’ll be surprised and widen his eyes at first

·       He does quickly recover and hugs you back with a satisfied smile, rather seeing you happy and filled with joy than anything else

·       And it’s obvious that’s the case since once you leave, Malleus, Silver, and Sebek would ask him if anything good happened

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1, 3, 4, 8, & 10 for Master Monkey ~ rebeccaselfships

Ah! Thank you Rebecca!!  : D You’re F/os love you more than anything!! You’re very important to them !! ❤❤

I actually haven't talk at ALL about him here until now. A crime truly. This also got really really long as well because I like to go in depth. So uh, All the answers are under the cut :’ ) 

Ask game can be found here!

1. When you first met, what were your first impressions of each other? Did they start off positive right away or were they negative? Did your impression of each other change over time? If so, what made them change?

Pretty much almost instantly head over heels. He had accidentally tripped over something in my shop and had fallen. I helped him up since the store was pretty much empty ( and bet I was sending light glares to the people who almost laughed at him ) and I genuinely WANTED to make sure he was okay. Being one of the first people who had shown him that genuine kindness outside the Ja.de pal.ace? While standing over him you bet he's just staring with that goofy love struck expression and isn't actually processing what I'm saying. Going off his backstory, This meant A LOT without me even realizing though ( Basically giving him the compassion he never got 😔 )

I had heard about him before so the first expression was positive since before hand, going off gossip, I heard he was a pretty good guy although I didn't recognize him at first. When I did meet him, He fell and had spilt half my stock. He seemed nice, albeit a bit clumsy. The small conversation that followed after while cleaning up was at least fun while he tried to impress me which I assumed he was just doing because he really wanted to be friends with me and make up for the damage. I didn't realize what the expression meant at the time nor anytime since I assumed that was his normal expression cause that's the face I usually seen him making

3. Who confessed first? What drove them to do it? Did you immediately become a couple after that or did it take some time before you both became one officially?

It did take a while for me to come to terms with my own feelings since I'm very closed off where as Mon.key was swooning right off the bat. So it took even longer for anyone to make the first move since I read all of his advances as him just " being friendly " but in reality he was trying so hard to impress me, it was adorable and OH SO PAINFUL FOR EVERYONE ELSE.

Po played match maker/wingmanning for Mon.key so he ended up dragging us to hang out. But then he had " important drag.on war.rior " business so he dipped and it was just us two and THEN, while Mon.key was prepping the same question, I asked him out immediately before he could say anything which he was stunned by. He agreed to it and bam, we're dating. Also, based of one episode from LOA, He was totally doing a little victory dance and screaming " yes " at the top of his lungs while I watched

I wanted to leave it a little longer before becoming official incase for some reason we wouldn’t work out, But Mon.key can’t keep his mouth shut and just went on and on to everyone, regardless if they would listen about everything we did and how it was apparently the best thing ever to be dating me. So I GUESS I can forgive him since he said that 🙄 [/lh - /j]

4. What was it like when you started dating? Was there a lot of awkward tension? Did it take some time for you to both adjust? Or did it start out rather smoothly?

There was some awkward tension but not when we were just alone with each other, basically it was the same before we were dating just with more romantic gestures and dates but if there were any awkward silences and tensions since he’s great at easing those so it was just comfortable silences. But the rest of the people in the jade palace were kinda suspicious of me WHICH I UNDERSTOOD since yk yk evil people manipulation feelings, etc. and how most people they meet are usually trying to manipulate them, I couldn't blame them but it made things awkward just due to self doubt and turned me off from being all lovey dovey w/ him in their presence ( I'm not that into PDA but it would genuinely intimidate me from literally everything intimate w/ him if someone else was around ). But once they saw I was genuine with my intentions, it let up and it was a lot more smooth.

8. Is there any interests you two bond over having? Or are there any interests either of you now enjoy because of the other introducing it to them?

We both liked pranks prior to meeting each other. Although I'm more of the prank-ee than the pranker. I help him with the set up or work with him to get the victim in proper pranking position. Although I do kinda feel bad, It's all in good fun and I make sure he doesn't go too far. We both also really enjoy fruit !! so we tend to recommend new ones if there were any or just share fruit together a lot : )

Although at first I was not very good, He tried to teach me some kung-fu, Seeing as he’s one of the best in the valley and wanted me to be able to protect myself but damn I was horrible. I was good at the moves but the execution was bad because I wouldn’t give anything that was living and breathing, A light tap because I didn’t want to hurt anyone, regardless if it would be fine. 

I actually got him into drawing!! I draw a lot and although he genuinely wasn't interested in the process but supported me regardless. But at some point, he started to see some dumb doodles I did and was just like " Art doesn't have to all fancy ???? " which was funny to me because OF COURSE IT DOESN'T. So now we doodle and pass notes to each other, it's mostly just stuff you'd expect from a shit post and we find it hilarious. We don't show the notes to anyone else unless there's a reason to, and everyone is usually giving us confused looks while we giggle like kids at the tiny piece of paper we just passed each other. Then proceed to scribble on it before passing it to the other and the process begins again.

10. What are some things you associate with each other? Why those things? Are some of them just random or are they very significant things to that person?

I associate him with warm browns, reds and yellows, Just because that’s the colours he’s seen wearing a lot and it’s his primary colour scheme! Also bamboo reminds me of him? Specifically the yellow type since it reminds me of his staff, so in turn. Him! Also some pranks since he's a mischievous lil guy. Although it’s only certain ones and certain joke that do as it’s mostly the ones I’ve seen him to do to his friends ( which were all pretty harmless ! )

Paint, anything artsy really and he just starts to think about me and depending if anyone’s around, drone ON and ON about me too. That and tea since the little shop my sona has IS a cute little tea shop thing : )  Not sure if anything else would though.

[itsthejuggernautbitch]

cut + burn chapter 3

Pairing: Colossus/You -  Playlist

Summary: Wade decides that sixteen years of mutual pining is long enough. He’s appointed himself your new wingman, and he’s the best in town (or so he likes to think). Or, how the compound effort of Wade Wilson and total romantic frustration gave way to getting exactly what you’ve been waiting for.

Chapter 3: I’m on Fire

Author’s Note: From here on out, it’s smut and good feelings and a little bit of angst. But really, if you’re reading this, you already know.

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Sixteen years, you'd imagined this moment. No, really, perhaps it was closer to twenty years. Honestly, you couldn't remember a time when you'd been anything but head over heels for fucking Piotr Rasputin. 

 Fourteen years old - sent to the mansion for causing an electrical shortage that put out power to half your tiny town. No one to talk to, no one to go with you to the mansion. And he shows up to guide you through the school, show you around. He said he got stuck as the welcoming committee, but he was glad that he did.

 Sixteen years old - a silly thing, jaded without reason, surly and altogether adolescent. You'd convinced Colossus to follow you and Kitty out to the forest behind the mansion after curfew and gotten the three of you in such deep shit. He took the blame, but everyone knew it was your idea. You'd been so reckless, had such a disobedient streak - sometimes you couldn't believe anyone had ever let you be in charge of anything.

 Eighteen - sodden, drunk, laughing at Kitty for drunkenly falling in the lake while Colossus took shot after shot with frickin' Wolverine, who you'd somehow convinced to smuggle you a bottle of vodka. You'd gotten sick near the end of the night, vaguely remembered falling in the lake and being plucked out of the icy-cold water by large, silver hands. You'd never seen him touch another drop of alcohol.

 And about five minutes after you'd turned eighteen, you'd been assigned to your duties and effectively ripped away from a future that could have already started. Maybe you were partly to blame for that - you could have asked to be transferred to a different task team after five years of your cleanup assignment. But you were stubborn and relentless, and your powers were good for fuck-all else than mopping up wreckage and your personality only good for wiping up everyone else's mess.

 But here you were, sixteen years to the day you'd left home, ripping off Piotr frickin' Rasputin's pants like it was a goddamn race to see who could get naked faster.

You don't know how many times you'd imagined this over the years: Colossus, in your bedroom, hands sprawled out across your back, touching and tugging and tearing at you, ready to do nothing short of wear your ass out. How many times had you woken up from a dream only to realize it was a dream - that you would have to take care of it yourself. How long had you been pining daydreaming fantasizing? In every different scenario, every dark corner and bright place in your little reptilian brain - you'd agonized and brutalized trying to decide on what this would be like. 

You'd always suspected tenderness - gentle hands, rocking hips, flushed skin and awkward giggles. You'd finish and wake up next to him, damp and doe-eyed and drowsy with unbidden lust - all that romantic crap. 

This… was not that. This was better.

Tenderness was laughable, gentleness altogether forgotten. There would be time enough for tenderness later, maybe in the morning after you'd gotten all you could take and were just jonesing for the cherry on top. A long, drawn-out affair, capped off by sweet words and chills down your spine. 

But this was so much better.

This was heat. This was desperation. This was his teeth on your neck and your tongue in his mouth and your nails down his back, nerve endings scorched and flayed open by sheer need. This was the accumulation of two decades of absolute want, wanton desire, and pained frustration. This was long nights wondering if you'd come home a broken mess, if he'd make it home from his mission, if his last soft message would be his last to you. This was anger - that you'd kept running off on mission after mission. This was sheer elation that he'd made it to your bed - and that your bed would be the only one he'd sleep in again.

Stitches popped as he pulled your shirt over your head and threw it into the corner as if it personally offended him. You refused to detach yourself from him long enough to let him get your pants off - you dropped them yourself.

"Off - this needs to come off," you commanded, tugging at his shirt. He fumbled, jerking his shirt up over his head. You run your hands along the hard planes and lines of his chest, the softness of his stomach, and wrap your arms around his neck. "Bed, please."

He scooped you up into his arms and you swooned. Thank fuck for superstrength.

Colossus dropped you on the bed (gently) and stepped between your legs. You clutched at his belt, unlooped it from his waste, and dropped it to the floor with every other scrap of clothing. His pants and underwear were next, leaving him totally bare. He was all thick, bulging muscles; softness around the waist; strong chest and arms; and clear, unfiltered desire. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, and you would have drooled if it wouldn't have been totally gross.

You silently thanked whoever was listening in the Great Upstairs for this gift of a man.

You pulled him down to your level, arms around his neck, and all but hauled him onto the bed on top of you. He hovered carefully, taking absolute care not to squish you. Nevertheless, that's where the gentleness ended. You'd coaxed out all the desperation and raw hunger he held in his body, and you were very much pleased with the result.

You had never been one to let someone toss you around. You preferred to give the orders and be the one in charge. That hadn't changed and wouldn't, not even for this man. But this was no time to dwell on the intricacies of the ebb and flow of power; you needed him like you'd never needed another human before. Tenderness and an equal exchange could come later - now, you just needed him.

Colossus kissed you, cupping your chin in his hand. With one arm, he held himself steady so as to keep his weight off of you. With the other arm, and without breaking the kiss, he slid his hand down to your waist to pull you in closer. You needed to readjust, but he obliged for you and shifted you up closer to the head of the bed.

"Is this okay?" he asked. Good lord, if his dick alone wasn't enough to get you going, his voice surely was. It rumbled deep in his chest, low and thick with want. It didn't matter what he was saying - his tone was enough. "It's not - I'm not too rough?"

You took his face in your hands and pulled him back down so that his forehead was pressed against yours. "Believe me, I'll tell you if you are. No, this is perfect."

"As long as it pleases you." He pressed a kiss to your cheek. "What would you have me do next?"

"Well," you began, very much aware of what you wanted him to do next, "you are not a small man in any context. You've got some work to do before you're going to get that in."

He pressed another kiss to the line of your throat. "Then I shall get to work..."

Colossus shifted further down towards the end of the bed. His hand ghosted over your side, making you shiver, and came to grasp at the breast closest to him. His fingers trailed over your skin in slow, circular patterns, tickling you until your nipples peaked. He took the one closest to him in his mouth, sucking and flicking at it with his tongue. You grabbed at his shoulders, squirming underneath him. He pinned your hips down to keep you still - to keep you from gleaning any satisfaction before he could give it to you - and looked up at you, still rolling your nipple around his tongue.

"Who's wicked now?" you huffed. He moved to your other breast, taking your nipple between his teeth and nipping gently, gently. He worked his unoccupied hand down between you, cupping your hip. "Seems like it's you. Never imagined you'd be a tease."

Colossus moved lower so that his shoulders were positioned squarely between your thighs. He trailed his tongue down the line of your stomach, dipped into your navel, and looked up at you. "Normally, I am not. But I've..."

"Been waiting a while?"

"Yes," he hummed, working lower. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, lifting your legs over his shoulders. "I have thought about this for a long time."

You raised an eyebrow. "Is that right? And what did you think about?"

He sucked a slow bruise onto your inner thigh, then licked it to soothe the ache he left. "Taking it slow, mostly. I had hoped you would want it like that."

"I do."

He trailed his mouth a little higher, right to the juncture of your thighs, and looked up from his position. You could have died happy right there, with him looking up at you like he had torture on his mind. "I can go slow, if you would prefer?"

"Nope, nuh-uh, I will not last long enough for you to do that."

"Next time, then."

"Next time, any time, every time. Just not this time." 

You sat up on your elbows so you could watch him tongue the line of your slit. It was a simple movement, but from it bloomed the worst itch, like an unending, twisting fire brand to every single nerve. Your muscles tensed, hips flexing, but he held you steady. 

"Wicked, wicked man."

"Not for long, I promise."

Colossus trailed his fingers down your slit just behind his tongue. He dipped a single digit in and found you absolutely leaking for him already. He pushed a finger in, then two, chasing it with his tongue, licking and sucking until you could only groan his name.

You tapped his shoulder like you were tapping out of a fight, warning him to stop. He thankfully, yet still somehow unfortunately, obliged. His mouth was wet from you, his fingers soaked, but he really, really didn't care. He crawled back up your body and claimed your mouth, easing you on to your back.

You felt a bit guilty that you'd hardly done anything for him. "Get on your back and I'll-"

"You are already so close, and I cannot deny you relief after I took my time," Colossus said, hitching your legs up around his waist. You were struck by the heat of his voice, the barely-contained power behind his words. "Next time."

"Lot of next times on your mind?"

He pressed his forehead to yours and took your hands in his, lifting them above your head. "I have dreamed of you my entire adult life. I will take as many next times as you are willing to give me."

"I have a list."

"I will be overjoyed to hear every single item on it."

Keeping your hands trapped underneath one of his, he worked his other hand down to find the base of his cock. He dragged the tip along your slit until he found your opening, teasing you with the head of his cock. You bit your lip as he pushed in, every single inch of him filling you up. The groan of relief he made was unbelievable, low and deep in your ear and positively filthy.

He stilled just long enough for you to stretch comfortably around him, then pulled back and thrust back in. His pace was slow for fear of hurting you, but his control wavered as you lifted your hips to meet his. His thumb pressed against your clit, teasing the nub until you were all but biting into his shoulder to keep from crying out.

You were at the point where you could feel your hips giving out, but Colossus was clearly there, too. His quick, controlled pace started and stuttered, his grip a little too tight. Your name rolled off his tongue, broken and pleading, asking if this was okay, if you were ready. You clenched around him, falling off of that edge just before he did. He pulled out and came on your thigh, rutting against you as he rode out his own orgasm. 

It was a solid minute before either one of you could move. Colossus maneuvered you onto his chest and kissed the top of your head. You splayed out on top of him, unwilling to move more than absolutely necessary.

Five minutes of silence, five minutes of Colossus rubbing your back and pressing his nose into your hair, and you finally moved so you could look up at him. His eyes were soft, and he watched you as if he couldn't dream of looking anywhere else.

"We should probably shower."

"Yes."

"You may have to carry me."

"I will."

"You may have to hold me up in the shower."

"Assuming I can also stand."

"You can fuck me against the shower wall, if you want."

Colossus chuckled softly in your ear. "Language, love."

You kissed along his collarbone, right up to his ear. "You weren't complaining about my language when I was begging you to-"

He kissed you to cut you off. "Shower first, then tease."

"I can do both at the same time, you know."

“Of course you can, love.”

[golbrocklovely]

the chosen daughter // colby brock - chapter six

A/N: hey yall, here’s the next chapter! thank you for all the feedback on this story so far. please keep telling me what you think bc i love to hear it. alrighty, here yall go and i’ll see you later :)

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taglist: @far-to-many-bands , @idfk-tbh-oops , @muted-mayham , @ughwhyislifesohard , @justtanerd , @ashyoungxblood ,  @cmburgos

trigger warning: cursing???, mentions of blood and hunting

word count: 1617

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I squinted my eyes, looking around the bedroom slowly. The clock read 2:30 P.M., and the sun was shining bright through the window. I whined lowly as I sat up, gliding my legs out of my bed.

I barely remembered getting back to the apartment. I remembered Jake and I carrying each other up the stairs. Jake had crashed on the couch, and Sam never came back, deciding to hang with Katrina the rest of the night as we got drunk. Surprisingly my hangover wasn't too bad, just a light stinging.

I stood up slowly, feeling a little wobbly and dehydrated. I walked to the bedroom door and opened it, going into the living room and kitchen. As I turned the corner I was faced with Colby. He leaned against the counter coolly, scrolling through his phone. He didn't glance up when I walked in.

I rolled my eyes at his presence, stepping towards the fridge and opening it. I grabbed a water bottle and took a long gulp.

“You introduced Sam to Katrina?” Colby muttered, finally staring at me.

I placed the bottle on the counter and nodded my head. “Yeah. He said he liked her, so I figured I could be his wingman. Or woman.”

“Kat’s a vampire.” He stated.

“Yep. And your point?” I gazed up at his face, puzzled.

“He shouldn’t…” He trailed off.

I scoffed. “Date her? Hate to be the one to break this to you, but he can do whatever he wants.”

“Her power manipulates emotions. He’s probably not into her.” Colby insisted.

“That’s not what her power does. It’s the after effect of it.” I admitted.

“What?” He sighed.

I threw my hands up defensively. “That’s what she told me.”

“And you believed her?” Colby glared at me.

“Look, if she’s lying, I’d be more concerned about the fact that Mike and Kevin are besties with her than Sam having a tiny crush. If you really don’t trust her that much, why let her get that close to everyone?” I snapped.

Colby didn’t reply. He stared at the ground and bit his lip in thought.

“Don’t get pissy with me. I haven’t done anything wrong and you already hate me.” I grunted, starting to walk away.

“Jade wait.” Colby called.

I stopped and turned back to him.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been as rude to you as I was the first night you were here. I highly doubt this is a situation you want to be in either. I’ve just been in a shitty mood. It’s not your fault and I apologize.” He confessed, his shoulders dropping.

“Okay…” I rested my hands on my hips, looking at the floor.

There was a silence that fell between us, teeter-tottering on awkward and peaceful. 

Colby broke the silence bluntly. “You need to learn to fight.”

“What?” I chuckled.

“You don’t know how to fight or defend yourself against vampires. I remember how you were the first time I saw you. Jasper could have easily killed you and you did nothing to stop it.” He recalled.

“Was I supposed to know how to fight off a vampire? Is there a class I can take?” I jeered.

“I can teach you. I mean, you kinda need to know. Especially since Cyrus is still after you.” He reminded me.

“What did you find out about him?” I asked, leaning against the counter.

“Well, from some of the vamps I was able to talk to, Cyrus’ last known place in downtown LA was recently demolished, so he hasn’t been seen since then. He’s probably laying low because he knows I’m after him.” Colby speculated.

“Y-you’re gonna get him right?” I stammered.

He nodded. “Of course, but in the mean time you need to learn to defend yourself against a vampire if they attack you.”

Colby opened a drawer and pulled out a stake, handing it to me.

“You guys just have these laying around?” I joked.

Colby ignored my quip. “First off, you need to know the weak points of a vampire.”

He grabbed my right hand as it held the stake, placing the tip of it to his neck.

“Vampires heal at an extremely fast rate because we are immortal. The neck is one of the only places that can maim a vamp for longer than thirty seconds. Stabbing here is a good place to start if you’re trying to kill.” He informed.

He slid my hand down to his heart, the stake pointing at it.

“This is the only place that will kill a vampire. Nothing else can kill us, so you must aim for here if you want to kill us. You got it?” He inquired.

I confirmed. “Yeah.”

“There’s… one other thing that can hurt a vampire. Sam’s gonna kill me for telling you, but I think this is the only situation that warrants this.”

Colby grabbed gloves from the counter and opened a cabinet, pulling out a white flower. It was unusual; one I had never seen before. It was porcelain white and delicate. It had a long stem and the flower’s buds sprouted out in a circle, like an explosion of fireworks. It resembled multiple dandelions connected altogether.

“What flower is that?” I asked, stepping towards it.

“This is an Angelica flower. This is the only flower known to us that can poison vampires.” He described.

“What?” I exclaimed quietly.

“Not many things can hurt vampires. But this little plant and all of its kind can.” He hissed.

Colby ripped a part of it off and lightly brushed it against his skin. His skin burned from the brush and he winced hard. He clenched his arm as it slowly began to heal.

“Holy shit. How did you guys find out about this?” I uttered.

“A vampire Sam was interrogating told him about it as a peace offering. He was killed, and Sam investigated. He found that where these plants grow, vampires stay away. Then we kinda tested it on me and other vamps.” Colby divulged, smirking.

“Why is it poisonous?” I wondered.

“Who knows? Humans have used this for healing and for spiritual practices. Maybe that’s why it hurts us: because we’re dead.” He deadpanned.

I ignored his tone. “What happens if you ingest this?”

“Vampires can take a very small amount, but it weakens them. Anything over can cause a lot of harm. If it’s injected, it can cause memory loss in vampires. If it’s in a human’s blood stream and a vampire drinks it, it can kill them depending on how much. Most vamps don’t even know about this. The ones that do don’t want humans to know because then it will be in everything and we’ll be forced into exile.” He explained.

I gasped. “Wow… that’s crazy. I thought vamps were invincible.”

“We are for the most part. Just this little plant and stakes.” A soft smile came to his face. “I want you to have some. Take this.”

He grabbed a glass tube from the cabinet and passed it to me. “It’s a vile of it grounded up. I have my own that I use from time to time.”

“What, why?” I questioned.

“I – um… drink it.” Colby answered.

“How? Doesn’t it hurt?” I queried.

“Yeah, but it’s better that way.”

“What do you mean?”

“To stay alive, vampires only have to drink three times a week. Anything more is for pleasure. It's... very easy to fall into that bloodlust. I don't like to get to that point, so I drink this in a tea. It takes away the cravings because it hurts me.” He replied.

I chuckled. “I never heard of vamps not drinking from humans.”

“I haven’t for a long time. Since I met Sam, actually. I use blood bags now. But recently, I’ve had to drink a lot of tea.” He mentioned.

“Why?” I inquired.

“Because of you.” Colby blurted out.

I glanced at the vile. “Oh.”

“I’m used to being around humans, living and working with Sam and Jake have helped. But you… your blood… is unlike anything I’ve smelled before. It’s why I’ve been an ass to you.” He admitted, playing with the rings on his fingers.

I giggled. “I make you moody?”

He bit his lip, hiding a smile. “You can say that.”

A pause fell over us again, this time no awkwardness appeared.

Colby looked at his phone and then back up at me. “I’m gonna head out soon to look for Cyrus again.”

I hummed. “Alright. Where’s Sam and Jake?”

He revealed. “They’re doing some business with Mike, but they’ll be back later.”

I nodded, grabbing the water bottle from the counter and slowly starting to head back to Sam’s room.

“Oh, before I go, I want to give you one more thing.”

Colby reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver chain bracelet. A circle pendant rested in the center, a deep black color.

“This bracelet is a caller bracelet. It has a GPS tracker in it and a panic button. If you click the pendant, it will notify all of us that you are in danger. We’ll be able to find you in a matter of moments. In case anything were to happen...” He explained.

“Wow. Who made it?” I questioned.

“Sam did, but I had the idea for it.” He laughed. “Here, let me put it on you.”

Colby unclasped the bracelet, wrapping it lightly around my wrist. His fingers brushed my skin as he closed it, sending shivers up my arm.

I turned my wrist over to look at the bracelet, smiling at it. “Thank you.”

Two little dimples came to his face as he finally fully smiled.

“You’re welcome.”

<< CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 7 >>

[vickie-believe]

Soooo. Yeah. Ahem. This might be a long post but I’m gonna just put a read more after a point.

I redesigned an OC from last year. And this is a major change (I have her old design in one of my art dumps). And it isn’t just that, I did more for her in both writing and character development. I also have more art stuff I did on her past self but gonna put that as a separate post.

Anyhow, this is Mad Jack, the Wild Dog. My Dying Light 30-year-old-plus crazy  OC with a sorta like Chloe Frazer, Rachel from Animorphs and Junkrat mash personality, I created for my fanfic, The Descent.

And you can see a year between different styles, levels of art and all that. So I wanna say that no matter how many years, you’ll get even better. You’ll learn new tricks and techniques, new things every day by keeping at your passion. You’ll get better. Any form you did whether simple, stick-man, anything is still a good art because you’re doing it - you’re not stopping because someone says it’s bad, you’re doing it for yourself. And you keep going and seeing the improvements that prove those people, you can create something awesome. 

So keep drawing. There’s absolutely no stopping, not even for me. I’m still going to improve myself. 

Now then, more on the character. Boring stuff. X’D

SOOOO, the story behind this character creation. I really enjoy Dying Light and I wish the best and all for Techland on their release with Dying Light 2 (and PLEASE GOD BRING THE BROTHER TWINS BACK so that my friend can go “shiiiiit!” X’D I really mean it! He hates them! AHAHAHAHA) and the Following. It was thanks to the ending that got me to start a writing about what happens to Kyle Crane days after the ending. Which means he becomes a sentient zombie in the fic.

What got me into making Mad Jack was two things: one is I realized Crane would need a middleman because you know, he would kill people uncontrollably (and that person needs to be mad enough to even stick with infected Crane) and two, three characters in Dying Light got me thinking of Jack as a common person between them. 

So yeah. Fic’s summary is Crane’s back, he meets an ex-kickboxer from the Outskirts of Harran in the middle of a city named Scanderoon and he learns she and a group called the Ravs are trying to find out why the virus recently spiked up with new mutations, affecting the zombies and the survivors, in hopes that the virus isn’t adapting too fast for a cure to beat it. 

Now the read-more cuz I don’t want you ppl seeing me as a rambling idiot.

Alright. Let’s get to the meat. So for one, when I first thought of the fic, I was thinking Crane is, of course, the main protagonist but with a few elements: he’s kinda like the Mother (sorta, I need to make his character design now lol) but as a Night Hunter sort and would still be himself. His character development would be on the verge of struggle and insanity between himself and his other self. So I couldn’t see himself being able to fully control himself without someone helping him, regardless how strong his willpower is after going through everything. So he needed someone to keep him in his grips. Jack in my fic is sorta of a red-herring first protagonist but is actually a  deuteragonist.

There’s also another point that I wanted to tackle his struggles from the main game, that meeting someone who knew the people he met and learning they’re gone would be the ultimate, powerful and bittersweet development for him. Which is about the three persons I said earlier that is what I based around for Jack.

So the three people were Harris Brecken, Jade and Rahim Aldemir. When I first played the game, I always found it strange how protective Brecken was to both of them which made me wonder if they had a backstory before the outbreak. Sure, many could say, Rahim was one of Brecken’s students or Rais was after the Scorpion before Crane came into the picture. A lot of theories anyone of us could think of. I still felt like there was someone in their lives that crossed paths. The first person I went brainstorming more on was Jade and her kickboxing career.

I made Jack, aka Mad Jack, as Jade’s previous rival and opponent for the last martial arts championship. The Scorpion versus the Wild Dog. The professional 3-year world champion versus the rising star until Jade won and Jack retired. And since their first meeting, the two kids have been friends with her with Jack being that kinda guardian looking out for them. I made Harris be, surprisingly, Jack as that unwanted cousin who you both love and hate a lot. Cough. But with whatever happened to all of them in the past gave me a better structure of why Brecken would care more about the kids if they knew someone who cared about them. Not directly but enough that Brecken wouldn’t tell his cousin they’re gone.

An incident did also cause a bit of friction from Jade’s victory, and that’s something I’ll reveal in my fic later on. And it also did change Jack a lot. The current Jack is more ballistic, unhinged, daring, hungry for a fight and uh...kinda scary the more I describe her now that I think of it. She’s still a good person (sorta) who helps those in need because she’s used to it before, being a legend that inspired people in the past. I even had a small idea that she sings a lullaby to calm the Screamers or infected children before killing them. She thinks of wild ideas that don’t often go the way she wants, a trait Rahim picked up, which is what made him decide to blow up the nest. Go Wild or don’t, which is one thing why those two connected well in the past. Jack’s an unlikely character on the search for why the virus had a kickstarter and being Crane’s hired wingman. 

Moreover, it’s a slow trust building between these two. Jack’s philosophy is sorta kinda like Rais and Crane can see that in her. There are also secrets she has that will put that trust to the test but it won’t just be her but Crane testing that trust with his own sins.

What makes this fic so interesting to me the more I write isn’t just Crane’s constant regret that he has to work with this loony woman in a desperate hope of finding that cure and the funny banter development between a sane zombie and a crazy human but the fact Crane’s past will catch up to him and Jack will learn about Jade and Rahim’s fates. And it’s not just Jack herself but others he’ll learn had some connection to someone in Harran. And that moment he can’t keep the lies in anymore and has to tell Jack the truth, that will be something powerful and heartbreaking - that he met a person who knew them and has to give the grim news they’re gone. Because no one had told Jack yet. What’s more, this will reflect on Jack too - that her influence on the two kids was what got them killed like her way of thinking in going big for Rahim and her philosophy in kickboxing got Jade to sacrifice herself.

From there, well, there’s more I have up my sleeve. And hopefully not break these two in the process. :Y

I made Jack for a long of reasons but the one main thing is, I realized after everything Crane’s gone, he really needed someone, an emotional pillar of support for sure. And he hasn’t had that the entire time in Dying Light or the Following - everyone sought him as a hero and never questioned it. Which...I kinda thought was a little sad. So yeah, I made Mad Jack - someone who had fallen from grace and accepted her current self, be that dog of Harran who fully takes in the fact the whole world has gone to hell and has pulled off the chains. Jack’s history, which some parts I won’t go into details, sorta reflects his that she had done a lot and sacrificed a lot before and during the outbreak came. And with Crane being stuck as a monster for good with moments of losing his shit, he’d need support a lot more than ever. The same goes for Jack with her own problems to deal with that Crane decides to help her like he has always done for people in the main game. And how this will all end, I dunno. I know exactly what might be a fitting end for Jack but how all of this will end, that’s something I’m going to have to see towards the end and how Crane would rise back from his descent thanks to Jack. Whether good or bad.

And there you go, Mad Jack. She really had a huge development based on so many people, as well as Crane himself. And I really enjoy pushing that development further into her, to see how far her trials go on her moral and psyche. 

uh....hope you get it. Probably a bore though. :Y I’m open to anything btw if you think it’s silly or bad. Been editing a lot in this character, others and my writing.

If people are interested, there’s already 15 chps, 1 small intermission chp and the next one is being worked on. Here’s the fic.

I feel like a dork...Im gonna draw other DL fanart. Maybe like banter between the Wild Dog and Scorpion in the past or something...

[sinni-ok-sessi]

oh no I’m having feelings about Meng Yao again

(I’m up to ep 4 now)

I’d forgotten Meng Yao was there at Lan summer camp! regrettably, even knowing how everything’s going to go down this time round, I still like him so much. It is a problem. but just! his shocked little look when Lan Xichen goes out of his way to compliment him after the two background disciples have been chatting shit! the way their hands touch on the box, hello yes I am Xiyao trash thank you for noticing. see also: That Look when Nie Huaisang, wingman extraordinaire, whispers to him how the Twin Jades deserve their reputation The way he instantly puts Nie Huaisang protectively behind him (despite being unarmed himself!) when the Wens draw their swords!

Also just gonna be sad for a bit that while everyone else is in these fairly uniform robes, Meng Yao’s marked out in much darker, more functional robes. even when there’s a literal uniform, he’s still not allowed to be part of the group. (I know it’s cos he’s not a disciple when everyone else is, but that in itself is saddening, given his backstory. and again, this scene just visually reinforces that he’s allowed to get so close to the life he wants, but he can never fully be part of it)

we take a break from your regularly scheduled Meng Yao Feelings to comment that I fucking die every time the romance theme swells in the background music. I especially like its appearance in Wangxian’s first swordfight. love a show that recognises the inherent homoeroticism of duelling by moonlight

ok, back to Xiyao feelings because look, look, I can appreciate a complex platonic relationship as much as the next person, but their every single interaction here reads as high-key flirting. Meng Yao waiting specially to say goodbye to Lan Xichen! Lan Xichen’s fond little smiles! the unnecessarily Extra bow and Lan Xichen catching it and going ‘no need, we’re equals’ my fricking heart ok the way the camera l i n g e r s on their last vestiges of physical contact as Meng Yao leaves. like. this would be a compelling relationship whether romantic or not, but damn do the directorial choices make it feel like a romance

Untamed watchthrough 2: feelings boogaloo

I was just gonna watch the first couple of episodes to see what I missed while I was scrambling to figure out who everyone was, but uh, let’s be real, I’m not actually planning to stop

below the cut is a sort of condensed liveblog of Things I Have More Emotions About Now (apart from, y’know, everything)

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