#ew fanfiction it’s actually so embarrassing

[ryan-howard]

I wrote a Merlin fic and you should totally read it 🙏🙏

[wasawattpadkid]

Idk really how to ask for a request but could you maybe do a randy × reader at some point. Fluff, Smut idc i just love him and theres not enough fics of this man

There really isn't enough fanfiction for that boy so I'm happy to help! Hope you like it 💕

Be Kind, Rewind

Pairing: Randy Meeks x reader

Warnings: none just fluff

"Back again I see," Randy said happy to see your face. You pursed your lips handing him your tape. "Did you remember to rewind it this time?" You huffed leaning on the counter. "Yes, smartass." He smiled setting the tape on the return cart. "Well don't keep me waiting." Randy had been waiting all weekend for you to come back to give him a review on his movie. "I hate to say it but you missed with this one."

"What! Prom night is a classic." His voice was loud making the store look at the both of you. "Sorry." You mouthed to the people around you getting embarrassed by the man. "It was a total Carrie rip-off. I like Jamie Lee Curtis as much as the next person but that movie blew." Randy plugged his ears walking around the store humming so he couldn't hear you. It was a childish move. You laughed following him around. "I can't believe this right now. I thought we were friends." Randy was dramatic and only part of it was acting.

"We are! What'd you think about the movie I gave you?" Hearing that he stopped in his tracks turning to face you. "Career Opportunities really?" The tone of his voice let you know that for the 6th time in a row, your hints went right over his head. You sighed as Randy prepared himself for a rant. "I don't understand how you can watch that crap. It's not realistic. A nerdy loser never has pretty girls pining over them. It's just a trope in romantic comedies to get men hopeful that some babe would ever like them back."

You pursed your lips with a nod. "Guess that means I'm not pretty." Randy grabbed a handful of returns putting them back where they belonged. "You're beautiful I've told you that. Why would you say something like that?" You could laugh at how oblivious he was. Sometimes you wish you were some cheesy horror babe in a movie so he'd actually understand you for once.

"You said, "nerdy losers never have pretty girls crushing on them." So that must mean I'm not pretty." Randy's brain malfunctioned as he replayed your entire conversation. He didn't understand what you were getting at.

"Randy you geek, I like you. God, do I have to spell it?" The poor boy froze as a woman walked up behind him. "Excuse me sir do you know where the Clint Eastwood movies are?" Randy didn't respond. "Um, they should be over in the western section." You walked the old woman over to the aisle. "You like me?" Randy shouted causing the whole video store to go silent. Every customer in there looked at the crazed teenager. "Here you go, ma'am." You ignored Randy pointing towards the movies.

Your friend ran over to you not paying attention to the newfound attention. "Thank you, sweetie." She replied quickly getting away from Randy. "You like me like a brother right? I've gotten that a lot over the years." You shook your head letting him figure the rest out on his own. "A cousin then? Maybe even a step-sibling?"

The questions made your nose crinkle. "Ew no." Randy still needed to narrow it down. "You like me like a best friend then?"

"Are you brain dead? She has a crush on you." A random customer chimed in annoyed with the boy. You laughed at the bystander. Randy just stood there bewildered. "Wait so I'm a nerdy loser?" Confusion washed over your features. "You said that I said, "nerdy losers never have pretty girls pining over them." So what I'm some nerdy loser?"

"Do you seriously want me to answer that Prom Night?" Randy gestured with his hands as he spoke. "It's a classic ask anybody!" You simply squinted saying everything you needed to with your eyes. "Okay maybe I am a nerdy loser but what does that make you for liking me?"

"According to you, it makes me ugly." You laughed setting the poor boy up for failure. "N-now that's not what I meant. I didn't know you liked me when I said that." Your hand covered your chest. "Does that make me the exception then?" In movies, there were rarely exceptions to the rules. They were plain and simple. In romance movies, the ugly chick never gets the hot guy. The exception is if she has a makeover that removes her glasses and straightens her hair. In horror movies, there can only be a final girl if she's a virgin. The exception in that scenario is if the movie has laid out basic rules just to show the audience they can break them.

In this case, however, he could make an exception to make an exception. "I'm not sure. It makes me the luckiest nerdiest loser ever I know that much." You leaned forward pressing a quick kiss against his lips. His eyes grew wide as you pulled away. "You're going to kill me aren't you?" He said breathlessly.

The bell on the desk rang grabbing Randy's attention. He walked over helping the customer with their tapes. "Do you want me to kill you?" You asked with a laugh not worried about the customer overhearing your conversation. "I would say I have so much to live for but your just about all I have so it's up to you." The guy at the desk rolled his eyes as he grabbed his things. "I think that's romantic." You walked away from the desk making Randy follow you.

"Are you being serious about liking me?" Unfortunately, Randy has been played before. Stood up just for others' entertainment. You two had been friends since you were kids and he didn't expect you to be that way. That being said the alternative made less sense. "I literally just kissed you." Randy thought about that for a second. "Can you do it again just so I can make sure?" It was a pathetic attempt at being smooth but Randy made it work. You cupped his face in your hands taking your time to kiss him. His eyes closed focusing on your lips.

"Randy!" His boss barked making the two of you jump. "Don't make me fire your ass again. I don't pay you to make out with customers." You smiled at the man earning a dirty look in return. "Y-yes Sir." He stuttered out in fear.

"We can talk about this later if you want?" Randy shook his head. "I get off at seven could I pick you up at eight?" Neither of you had discussed what movies you'd watch. "I don't have any new movies at my place." Usually when the two of you hung out you'd force each other to watch movies you both picked out. "I was thinking dinner." He said almost nervous. You could tell him a million times you liked him and he would never believe it fully. You were way out of his league.

The idea of a date made butterflies hit the walls of your stomach. "I'd like that but we're seeing the new Robin Williams movie afterward. You pay for tickets I'll pay for snacks." Normally he'd argue about your choice in movies but this time he was over the moon. The bell rang once again making Randy regretfully walk away. You followed him walking in front of the counter. "I'll see you at eight for our date." It was adorable seeing the way he lit up at the word "date."

"I'll see you then Y/n."

[jiminy-crickets]

working on WIP: Lake House here's a "lil" excerpt as a treat

its quinn brady, "secret dating" (everyone.... EVERYONE KNOWS) and its gonna be a bunch of scenes from a few different summers at the lake house <3

(i need social pressure to finish any WIP, so by looking and liking this post you are genuinely helping me finish it) [also I need SOMETHING to work on that i feel like i can actually finish while I slowly chip away at WIP: Obsessed)

“Ew,” Jack mumbled. “What?” Matthew turned back towards Jack and followed his eyes towards the house, where illuminated from behind the sliding glass doors like shadow puppets were Quinn and Brady, making out like horny teenagers. “Eaugh ew, jesus fuck” “They’re getting bold early, it's barely July.” Jack is right, usually it's well into August before they get this loose with guarding their affections from prying (and unwilling) eyes.  “God how long do you think they will keep up the act?” Brady and Quinn have been together since their time at the development program, and now they’re 24. Eight years they’ve been together, seven years their siblings have known, six years since the rest of the Hugheses knew, five since the Tkachuks found out, four since they spent a year moaning to anyone who would listen about how much they missed their ‘best friend’, three since they threw themselves into work both trying and failing to make it into playoffs for the north division, two since they both fretted over Quinn possibly being chosen in seattle's expansion draft, one since they bemoaned over how it was supposed to be their year, and instead wallowed away in Quinn’s apartment watching the playoffs in self pity (and support of Jack and Luke), and exactly zero years (and one month) since brady watched from a box high up in Rogers Arena and watched Quinn as he hoisted the Cup. [why yes i AM manifesting a canucks win via fanfiction 💅 and what about it??]  “If no one calls them on it?... well into their 30s at least” Jack says, tearing his eyes away from the slightly horrifying scene playing out in front of him. “And if someone did call them on it?” They wouldn't, Jack, Luke, Matthew that is. The three of them had made that decision seven years ago, partially out of respect, but mostly out of fear, fear for the nasty ways that the world could crush their brothers spirits once it was out in the open, and also, it seemed easier for them to simply ignore it back when they were both at different colleges, playing in different leagues, then drafted to teams across the country from one another, but as time went on, it became harder and harder to ignore as Quinn slid effortlessly into Tkachuk Family trips, and Brady got an invite to Passover two years in a row. It became impossible to ignore once Quinn and Jack bought the lake house, when guest bedroom with the best view of the lake slowly became populated with more and more of Brady's things, even when the bedsheets rarely seemed slept in. “I genuinely don't think they would know how to cope being ‘out” Jack responds truthfully, all of Quinn and Brady's adult lives and the tail end of their teenage years have been spent in a 'secret' relationship, all of their routines, and behaviour are based around secrecy, a secrecy that has failed spectacularly. "they'd probably like, die of embarrassment." “Yeah that tracks”

[schrodingerstoad]

killing yourself is CRINGE and i am COOL. imagine someone finding your body that would be so embarrassing. the ick. They probably wouldnt even feed me to the forest because no one listens to me in this house. ew. I dont even want to kill myself its like i imagine it being so awesome and then when i get to the party im like "oh yeah i dont like parties" like its just overhyped tbh. But a guy can dream. Its like fanfiction for the media that is bad and problematic. u watch the movie and youre like oh man this is garbage actually im turning it off. unfortunately in this scenario you are horny for the characters

[iirexenii]

i lvoe giving myself thrid options i make the rules

summer or winter (secret third option (fall)) // coffee or tea // straight hair or curly hair // fiction or nonfiction // necklaces or bracelets or my third option again earrings // marshmallows or whipped cream or none ew // night in or night out // sunset or sunrise // pizza or pasta // cold drink or hot drink // vampire or werewolf what if im both // crop top or oversized hoodie // be able to fly or run at super speed // speak many languages (i struggle to speak to my grandparents its so embarrassing) or able to speak to animals // be invisible or read minds // phone call or text // laundry or dishes // pool or beach // flats or heels or platforms // stay home or go out // coke or pepsi or sprite // cook dinner or do dishes cry // books(fanfiction) or movies // dogs or cats // chocolate or vanilla // facebook or instagram or who cares none // over-dressed or under-dressed // morning or late nights // always late or always early // dancer or singer or talentless // always eat only dessert or always eat only savory or i like spicy actually// shopping or museum // art gallery or zoo //parties or picnics // white lights or multicolored lights

Thank you for the tag, @s0lavellan 🤍

summer or winter // coffee or tea // straight hair or curly hair //fiction or nonfiction // necklaces or bracelets // marshmallows or whipped cream // night in or night out // sunset or sunrise // pizza or pasta // cold drink or hot drink // vampire or werewolf // crop top or oversized hoodie // be able to fly or run at super speed // speak many languages or able to speak to animals // be invisible or read minds// phone call or text// laundry or dishes // pool or beach //flats or heels //stay home or go out // coke or pepsi // cook dinner or do dishes // books or movies // dogs or cats // chocolate or vanilla // facebook or instagram// over-dressed or under-dressed // morning or late nights // always late or always early // dancer or singer // always eat only dessert or always eat only savoury // shopping or museum // art gallery or zoo //parties or picnics // white lights or multicolored lights

No pressure tags: @polskasroka @beardedladyqueen @harpyhunting @elfroot-and-gooseberries @solasisms and anyone else who'd like to do this (:

[nctstar]

jealousy, jealousy

You should’ve known better than to have taken dating advice from Lee Donghyuck, but the green-eyed monster inside you was growing restless.

pairing: idol!taeyong x fem!reader 

other members: lee haechan, suh johnny, jeong jaehyun, lee mark, and the rest of the dreamies. Ft. giselle of aespa. 

word count: 2.8k 

genre: romance, fluff, slight angst 

warnings: suggestive scene and references (minors proceed with caution)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my imagination. I do not know the nct members (or giselle) and do not claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. 

a/n: wow this took me a long time to get through, sorry about that. I also feel like it’s not my best :( but it’s something. Only the title is inspired by olivia rodrigo’s song, not anything else in the story. Thanks for the love <3 

You should’ve known better than to have taken dating advice from Lee Donghyuck, but the green-eyed monster inside you was growing restless.

“I’m not jealous, Hyuck,” you rolled your eyes as he laughed, not believing you for a second. Donghyuck was born with a naturally low attention span and had the permanent personality of a pre-pubescent child, but somehow, he always knew exactly how you were feeling.

“Look, I came here to talk to you tonight, and after Chenle came and told you that he thinks Giselle has been flirting with Taeyong, that’s all we’ve been talking about for,” he swished his head dramatically, flicking out his phone from the front of his jeans, “um, exactly 28 minutes. So yes, you are in fact, jealous.”

You couldn’t help the cloud of disappointment that shrouded your expression instantaneously, proving him right. Gritting your teeth, you exhaled, exasperated. “Okay, fine!”

He sucked in his front teeth, shaking his head rhythmically from side to side. “Oh,__. The first speed bump in her otherwise perfect relationship. Just how will she manage?”

This earned him a slap on his forearm from you, but it didn’t stop his giggling. He was right. Again.

You and Taeyong were known to be the perfect couple, even amongst the tiny group of people who actually knew about the relationship. You were far from perfect, but you could attest to the fact that Taeyong was beyond flawless. Just like the untouchable standard he maintained in his rapping, his dancing, his leadership, he kept that same standard as a boyfriend. You were extremely lucky to be dating someone like him.

But sometimes, it felt like he was…too perfect.

You know that sounded ridiculous to say out loud, and whenever the thought even crossed your mind, you pushed it away. You felt guilty and spoilt, like a rich girl who, with the snap of her fingers, could get anything she wanted at any time, no questions asked.

But of course, Hyuck understood you immediately.

“Yeah, Taeyong-hyung’s no fun. Too responsible all the time.”

“Maybe cos he has to look after brats like you,” Johnny retorted, winking at you at the same time. You smiled back, but the bad feelings remained brewing in the pit of your stomach.

“It’s not quite that, though. I know like,” you gulped, suddenly worried about what the next thing you wanted to say would sound coming out of your mouth. “jealousy can definitely be toxic, especially if people get possessive or controlling.”

“Are you trying to tell us,” Hyuck leans in, a mischievous spark lining his eyes, “that you want him to be kinky?”

“Ew! Johnny, help me out here.”

Johnny shrugged his shoulders, sipping on his iced coffee, suddenly a clueless bystander.

“I just want him to…like,” heat rushed to your face in embarrassment, by both the thought of what you were going to say next and Hyuck’s kinky echoing around your head. “really want me, you know? Like, ‘hey, this is my girlfriend, __.’ Not act so…neutral around her.”

Johnny nodded, interested again. “That makes sense, you should just tell him that. I don’t think that sounds crazy.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” You were done listening to Hyuck, you remember telling yourself as you started walking towards Taeyong, but he gripped your forearm, holding you back. You turned around, giving him a death stare that didn’t faze him at all, probably because he was used to it. Lifting a single finger up, he smirked, “You could make it far more interesting than just a boring conversation.”

After hearing Hyuck’s idea, even the ever-so nonchalant Johnny was riled up.

“Okay, now THAT’S toxic. There’s no way that would work in the right way.”

“Yeah, yeah, communication is key to a happy relationship, blah, blah.” Hyuck rolled on his heels. “But so is fire, and passion. They lack that. I’m simply helping them light the spark.”

“This is crazy, __. Tell me you’re not actually gonna do that. Taeyong’s gonna get really upset.”

You weren’t listening. Johnny and Hyuck’s voices suddenly faded out in the background and became white noise for your brain, which was focused on only one thing. Your eyes stuck onto the scene, the sides of your vision blurry, irrelevant. Your heart pounded harder at every passing second, and in that moment nothing else mattered but Hyuck’s idea, which your brain gripped onto like a lifeline.

There she was, her arms wrapped around your boyfriend’s shoulders, her face turned towards him. His face towards hers, inches away. He was smiling at something she said, and you wished you could’ve erased the picture from your memory forever.

“Truth or dare!” Hyuck rolled out the dare at the end, looking right at you. Amongst the dozens of partygoers who immediately began to form some sort of haphazard circle, he nodded at you ever so slightly, and you averted your eyes to right in front of you, where Taeyong and Giselle sat side to side. Taeyong didn’t even meet your eyes, too busy listening to her, swirling his drink around his cup.

Two could play at that game.

“Hey, Jae.”

“Hey.” He replied at once, as if he was waiting for you to say something the entire time. He was, probably.

“Everyone and their mother knows that Jaehyun-hyung has a crush on you, __. It’s so obvious, even Taeyong-hyung can’t ignore that. You’re gonna use that to your advantage.”

His dishevelled hair rested against his forehead, deep brown eyes peeking out from underneath. “Glad to see you here.”

“You too,” you smiled as wide as possible. You sucked at flirting – Taeyong had done most of the flirting to get you – but it didn’t matter with Jae. He always had his eyes on you.

“Remember, don’t be afraid to turn the heat up.”

You plucked at an imaginary ball of lint on Jaehyun’s blue sweater, pitching your voice slightly higher. He jerked away a little, looking surprised, and confused. Good.

“Oop, sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.” You blinked up at him, trying to mirror the distance between Taeyong and Giselle. “Lint balls annoy the crap out of me. Do you wanna be on the same team?”

“For…?”

You threw your head back, laughing just a bit too obviously. “Truth or dare, silly!” Your hand rested on his upper arm, and he chuckled nervously, obviously still a bit surprised at your demeanour. You had never acted like this in your entire life.

“S-sure.”

“Alright, Jaehyun-hyung!” Hyuck pointed at him, and together with the grandeur of his voice and the magnetic pull of everyone’s eyes, it felt like he was shining some sort of imaginary flashlight onto Jaehyun’s stunned frame. “Truth or dare?”

“Um…” he glanced at you quickly, but you caught it before he could look away. Leaning into his ear, you breathed, “Truth.”

“Truth.”

“Excellent. So,” Hyuck made a great show of looking onto his phone, on the supposed app with all the questions and dares on them. You knew the real plan.

“Who in here do you think is the best kisser?”

Some of the girls hollered at the question, and the boys, unbeknownst to what was really going on, cheered in response. In the midst of the mayhem, you looked at Taeyong for just a second, but he didn’t seem bothered at all.

“Um…”

Poor Jaehyun. You could practically feel the nervousness radiating off his frame as he fumbled.

“You gotta answer honestly, hyung. Otherwise, you lose the point.”

“Right, okay, um, well, I wouldn’t know. Can’t I pass it?” Of course Jaehyun wouldn’t answer that.

“What’s the point of starting with him if he’s not gonna mention me?”

“The most important, yet commonly overlooked part of a great story is the description of the setting. The reader doesn’t think twice about it, but it sets the mood for the rest of the story. If you want to tick someone off, you gotta set the mood first.”

“Yeah, okay. We all know you were thinking of __, though.”

Oh damn. He really went there.

At the sound of your name, Taeyong finally perked up, his head turning towards Hyuck. He looked like he wanted to say something, but Hyuck was already moving on.

“__. Your turn. Truth or dare?”

Taeyong’s eyes were boring holes into your skull now, going deeper and deeper the more you avoided his persistent gaze. Confidence and the thrill that came with doing something dangerous flooded your systems, and you spoke. “Dare.”

                                                          ∞

The ride home was painfully silent, but you felt like that spoke volumes. Taeyong was never quiet. He always had something to say, bringing out the little extroversion you did have. Instead, his gaze remained steady on the road, hands gripping the steering wheel, and you kind of wished Johnny had driven you both home like he was Hyuck and Mark.

Anything to cut the tension in the car, which was getting more suffocating by the minute.

When he finally pulled the gear into parking, you wasted no time getting out, dropping your purse in the process, which slipped out of your lap. Bending over, you quickly realised that Taeyong had noticed, but his expression read something like it took everything in him not to comment.

The silence between you two only broke once he closed the door of his apartment. “Yong, I-“

Before you could even take a breath in, his lips closed in on yours. Your body froze in shock at first, but the feeling of his arms wrapping around your hips was irresistible, and you soon melted in his arms, your eyelids drooping in response. Your mind empty, body ablaze, you two stumbled to his bedroom. No words, only sounds.

Afterwards, you lay in his bed alone while the shower ran in the background. Your body felt cold and empty, but your mind filled once again with thoughts of the night. What you had done. The look on everyone’s face. The look on Taeyong’s face. In all honestly, all that thrill and exhilaration disappeared into thin air mere seconds after it had happened. All that was left was a simmering pot of guilt, the heat of shame evaporating you from the inside out.

So deep in your thoughts, the sound of the sliding door opening almost made you jump out of your skin.

Apologise.

You opened your mouth to say something, and then closed it again. You couldn’t bear to look at him, even though you two had been so close only moments ago.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what, __? Kissing my bandmate in front of everyone?”

You had never heard Taeyong speak like that before, and his voice felt like poison in the lining of your stomach.

You choked in a breath. “I don’t know what came over me, I swear. It was a stupid dare. Of course, it wasn’t supposed to mean anything. It was Hyuck’s idea.” You felt stupid saying that last thing, because it didn’t excuse the actions of a grown woman with her own bodily autonomy, but you couldn’t quite help yourself.

Taeyong looked appalled, his eyes wider. “I don’t quite follow?”

Okay, fix this.

“Okay, okay,” you sat up on your bed, looking directly at Taeyong. His hopeful eyes stared back at yours, and you noticed a droplet of water dripping down his right eyebrow onto the lid below. “I need to tell you something.”

You wrung your hands, a nervous habit you had. “I…was jealous.”

He only furrowed his brows, and you sighed.

“Of Giselle. And Hyuck said that I needed you make you jealous back.”

Taeyong looked as stunned as your cat when you caught it roaming around your kitchen in the middle of the night. But as soon as the expression flashed across his face, his features softened, and he smiled gently. You braced yourself for another blow anyway.

“You took relationship advice from Haechan?”

“I don’t know what came over me, Yong. But,” and for once you didn’t want to hold back anymore, “my feelings were valid. She was all over you, and I didn’t feel like your girlfriend anymore.”

He looked at the ceiling, slowly dragging the towel down his shoulder and walking towards you. He sat next to you, and your legs felt the bed dip under his weight.

“You’re right. Your feelings were – are,” he emphasised, “valid. You should’ve told me sooner.”

“I just, didn’t want to have to tell you, you know? I wanted you to be like ‘hey, this is my girlfriend, Giselle’. Not just let her be.”

“__, you are my girlfriend. Not Giselle, never her. And you're right, I shouldn't just let her be, and I'm sorry I hurt you because I didn't."

He continued. “And I don't know, maybe it’s because I have a lot of eyes on me which is why I don’t naturally announce you that much. But I so want to. I don't have doubts. I’m so happy I’m with you, and you’re not anything less than special to me. I’m just constantly worried people are gonna find out and spread it to the public, which we already talked about is something we don’t want right now.”  

You nodded, remembering your first conversations with him at the beginning of the relationship, and the way you yourself had emphasised that. “That makes sense. I didn’t think of it like that. But I’m glad you understand me anyway.” Somehow, even though you had thought this conversation would be like the greatest mountain you would climb, coming out on top, it didn’t feel like it was that bad.

You look through the wet tendrils of hair that adorned his forehead, the way the overhead light was reflecting off his perfect nose, those soft lips you wanted to kiss again so bad. “Thanks, love.”

“Yeah, of course.” He leant in to peck you on your lips, and you felt okay again.

“And also, I’m gonna keep an eye on Jaehyun from now on.”

You laughed. “Honey, you are terrible at being intimidating. And who’s jealous now?”

“I’m not,” he pouted, dragging out the syllables. “Honestly, this is all Haechan’s fault.

“So true.” You agreed, leaning into his shoulder before closing your eyes.

                                                        ∞

“Boys, time to pay up!”

The slam of the door shook the floor, signalling the young men to venture out of their rooms looking dreary and confused. “Geez, it’s so late.” Jisung yawned.

“Whatever, you all owe me.”

“I just can’t believe,” Mark scratched the back of his head, dropping his phone and keys on the benchtop, “that she would do that.”

“Well, jealousy makes people do crazy things. Even someone as level-headed as __.”

Chenle grabbed Haechan’s hand, stabbing the notes into his palm. “I’m going back to bed.”

Haechan winked. “Thanks for the tip, Chenle.”

Jeno scoffed, legs dangling off the handle of the couch. “This kid is unbelievable. Jaemin, can you spare me…”

Jaemin didn’t even look up from his phone, but his body moved up out of his seat of its own accord. He strode over to Haechan, the wires of his earphones dangling side to side with his steps. “Here, from me and Jeno.” Haechan went to grab a wire, but he jerked his head away just in time.

“Hyung, how much was it?” Jisung looked puzzled, sleep still stroking his face as he rummaged through his wallet. Haechan sighed. “It’s fine, you can buy me food sometime.”

“Where’s Renjun?”

“Out. But he voted yes, so he’s fine.”

“Damn, okay. I feel stupid now.” Mark rubbed his eyes as he flopped down in the middle of the couch, and, almost as if on cue, Jeno got up and left. He realised he was the last of them to do so.

The room suddenly felt quiet, not only because of the silence, but in the sudden lack of energy too. Haechan sat in the seat in front of Mark, leant over, sliding the notes through his fingers. It was dark, the light barely making out his shadowy figure, but Mark could sense that something was off about him. Somewhere underneath the pride, the unwavering confidence, the casual demeanour, he sensed something raw and honest hidden inside. He had an idea of what it was, but he had to think twice before asking.  

“She has no idea?”

Haechan laughed so bitterly that Mark kind of wished he wouldn’t answer any more than that.  

“Yeah,” he muttered, staring at the notes in his hand now. Mark shuffled awkwardly in his seat, looking away. “I mean, for someone so smart, she is really stupid sometimes. Can't tell who really has a crush on her.”

He chuckled, and for once it felt forced out of his throat. “It’s fine. I’d like to keep it that way anyway.” He flicked his hand, as if trying to will the hurt away from his body. “Besides, who else will keep their relationship in check if not me? Johnny? Most certainly not that giant man.”

“You really are unbelievable.” Mark let out a low whisper, shaking his head side to side.

Haechan only smiled wistfully in response, pocketing the money. “I know, Milk.”

[deaneverafter]

There's a post asking casgirls if they were deangirls or samgirls during s1-3 and most of them say they were deangirls and I fucking hate it

Ho boy, I have so many thoughts about this.

1. Ew, imagine the lack of taste needed in not having Dean as your favourite, embarrassing as fuck, couldn't be me. When someone goes out of their way to offer the information of someone other than Dean being their favourite, I have to wonder what's inside their funny little heads 😬😰🤭

2. I have to be honest, I can't imagine anyone genuinely loving him and then just stopping, I simply can't, so I would have to believe that these people never really loved or appreciated him despite what they say. And, you're right, this sort of betrayal sucks and is frankly, revolting, but, I guess quality over quantity for the Dean girls 😔

3. I don't know if this makes it better or not, I don't know if the results have been shown or if they've been told, but if they've been told, I'd be wary of them, since some factions here have a habit of "exaggerating" the truth.

4. In the same vein as the above, in that it's still from the research point of view, but let's say the results really haven't been falsified. Even then, it's a biased sample to begin with. They might be trying to present it as "oh, look at all the Dean girls leaving for Cass", but that's inaccurate because the sample wasn't Dean girls who left. The sample was Cass girls, who had to say someone was their favourite before Cass was in the picture (plus, we know the shippers on both sides hate the "competition", so they could hardly say Sam. I know they try to pretend that Sam is the number # 1 heller king, but uhh, I think we all know that's a laughable idea, to out it kindly). And, as we know, most Cass fans are aware that his association with Dean is what makes him relevant. Plus, now that I think about it, any time I've heard someone claim to be a Cass fan, they almost always have also started watching the show because of the ship. And what I've realized is that people who start watching the show with the expectation of this ship or because they're waiting for Cass, they only see the fanon version of Dean they've seen in fanfiction. Even when there's no Cass, they can't see Dean, not really. I was talking to a friend about this, that shippers tend to only see the fanon version of Dean, and I think this is especially true for those who have never watched the show without knowing the fanon version. They can only see the repressed, violent, needing-to-be-fixed man that they're waiting for Cass to "fix" and then own, so abandoning the fanon version isn't really too hard for them. Additionally, when Cass shows and Dean doesn't follow the script they were told from fandom, he becomes public enemy number one (incel behaviour much?), so it's a double whammy. Plus, even on top of that, they're not invested, because they simply don't care about Dean as his own person and about the story. They're just waiting for a character who came and long overstayed his welcome.

I guess that all makes the sting a little less, knowing that they never really cared about Dean to begin with, but I agree absolutely. It's rude and, not to be dramatic, but it's disloyal. I wish they'd just own up to the truth, that they never really cared about Dean, nor the story, just the version that lives in their heads, instead of giving actual Dean girls a bad rep. Because frankly, especially after everything that's happened, I don't really understand Cass (or Jack, for that matter) being someone's favourite as they're presented in canon. But then, I have taste, so maybe that's my issue

[hannie-dul-set]

who in svt would agree to platonically kiss you

maybe you're a writer and would want to know how it feels to have peppered swipes of love gently sprinkling your face for the piece you're trying to write. or maybe you're trying to fake having a boyfriend to get your ex off your ass. or maybe you're just weird and/or read too much fanfiction and hope for your own 100k f2l love story with your best friend. whatever your dumb reason is, here's a list of who will agree, who will smack you upside in the face, and who will permanently delete you from his contacts!! let's find out!!

seungcheol: dude he'd agree to (platonically) marry you in order to get your nosy relatives off your ass for being single for so long. just give him a signal and he'd be ready to make out in the middle of a bunch of greasy bodies in a club just to get some weirdo to fuck off because duh?? that's what friends do?? right??? | rating: 9/10 minus one point simply because he'd probably fall in love with you and that would ruin the platonic bit.

jeonghan: "about time you gave in, babe ;))" a little shit. would tease you relentlessly about your apparent, subconscious desire to punch him for him. angel is all talk though, because once you're already inches away from him, he'd panic and chicken out because holy fuck ahaha this shouldn't happen. pulls away from you last minute. would tell you your breath stank of cilantro as a cover up | rating: 3/10 he's a fucking loser don't even try.

joshua: he'd laugh, crinkling his nose and say wow that would be wild haha, but proceed to ignore you. he may have turned into the bare-armed, testosterone monster that he is now, but joshua still wouldn't want to kiss anyone he isn't in a relationship with. that's what his mother taught him and he isn't gonna disobey her cause of you. maybe try asking him out first <33 | rating: 1/10 the one is there because wow you might get him as your boyfriend.

junhui: sorry, but jun would ask you first. you'd be sitting in his living room, watching netflix at god knows what the fuck am and he'd be like "hey. movie's boring. wanna make out?" and you'd be like sure until all of a sudden oops you're not only platonically kissing anymore wow what a slip up | rating: 10/10 you're both a matchmade in horny heaven.

soonyoung: look. soonyoung is wild. soon is down for anything. soonie will probably stab himself with a fork just because you told him he can't. but that's the thing— he'd only do it if it was a challenge. ask him to kiss you because you've been lying to your friends that you had a boyfriend and they wanted evidence? his cheeks will start flaring. tell him "oh i that's fine. i knew you'd be too much of a pussy to agree" then damn you've just unleashed the tiger | rating: 6/10 because of the extra effort you have to put in.

wonwoo: jeon is a simple man. he is a classy man. a simple "no" without even looking at your direction is the only thing you're getting from him. you'd whine, telling him please— i wanna write this story for one of my classes perfectly and the main guy is a nerd and you're the only loser i know. he'd close the book he was reading, leaning into your face ever so slowly, right before smacking the fucking book on your head because wow. the audacity of you | rating: 0/10 but 10/10 if you wanna come back to your senses.

jihoon: what the fuck why would you even consider asking him you evil monster you just wanna watch jihoon shrivel up like a dried grape painted in a fresh coat of red | rating: invalid. error. don't even try unless you want to get guitar smacked when he finally recovers from shock.

minghao: if you were a stranger, yes he'd agree. but you're not. you're his friend and he knows about your gross habits and that's just a no for him like ew. unless you're desperate for whatever the fuck reason. only if you agree to be his poor PA during his monthly, ig outfit photoshoot this weekend and you start to wonder if this is really worth carrying three bags of outfits, one for his accessories, and the amount of muscle pain? thought so | rating: 4/10 if you're crazy and actually go through with it because if he's gonna do it, he's gonna do it right.

mingyu: he'd agree. mingyu is a sweetheart of course he would. the only drawback is that he'd be a huge fucking mess and be like "kiss??? kiss me?? you want?? ahaha o-oh yeah sure totally i'd love to ki— i mEAN since u asked haha" his brain would start whirring like a broken microwave when you do and start thinking is this okay?? do friends do this?? oh my god?? | rating: 7/10 but i doubt he'd even be able to look at you in the eye after this lmao. you got to kiss him but at what cost ://

seokmin: "omg!! sure!!! let's kiss :D" okay, maybe you suggested it because you're a demon and you wanted to see him flustered but oops, seokmin is actually down for it because he is so full of love and would kiss you again if you asked. you're like???? wait i didn't plan it this way, seokmin i— OOPS he already gave you a tiny smooch. he's smiling, asking you if you want another one and smoke is literally emitting from your head rip | rating: 8/10 your brain is fried but at least he's cute.

seungkwan: "excuse me?? you want to kiss me?? know your place, loser" kwan isn't gonna tolerate this kind of troglodytic behavior. you haven't even asked permission from his parents, court him with a million bouquets, chocolates, and vitamins and you're expecting him to agree to kiss you?? wow the sheer shamelessness of some people smh | rating: 2/10 tiny chance that he'd agree if you tell him it was for attention.

vernon: he didn't hear you the first time. second time. wait is this the fifth? until you're literally up at his face asking him for a smooch because you wanted your roommate to believe you actually went out to get laid instead of playing animal crossing at vernon's place because the vibe of his room matched the cozy atmosphere. she would start clowning you if she found out. poor vernon is surprised. frozen. but he manages to stammer out a "sure" and you've already left but vernon was still thinking of you | rating: 6/10 bcs oops haha didn't mean for it to turn angsty

chan: would say yes without giving it much thought until he realized what you were doing and he's like oh shit you were actually serious okay we're doing this. but wait we're in public y/n what the fuck. and you're like shut the fuck up the guy that's been bothering me is here and he's like oh okay. would be embarrassed for the next few days but let's say you got into a petty argument and chan would be like "ooh you wanna kiss me so bad" and you're like "fuck no" and he'd say "you already did" and you're like god damn it | rating: 7/10 because he's gonna use it against you lol.

[nonbaznary]

ao3 tag game ✨

thank you so much @wellbelesbian for tagging me in this! i really liked reading your answers, lol. sorry it took so long to post this, but here it is!!

how many works do you have on ao3?

currently i have 28! i deleted a few last year, unfortunately, but i’ll work this year to get that work count higher 🤲

what’s your total ao3 word count?

31522! weird number but i’ll take it

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

on ao3, five. or, i guess, technically four, because two of them are Carry On Series and Simon Snow & Related Fandoms. the other three are BIG BARF EW EW EW Voltron: Legendary Defender, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe and Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. ew. ew. i have this thing- sticking to fandoms for authors and sometimes even works i now hate. anyways, i want to start writing for other fandoms too. i used to do stuff for riordanverse (mainly percy jackson, and i still have some WIPs), miraculous ladybug (not the greatest, but im watching it with my lil sis and its fun to try to fix that shit) and uhh i think it was the dragon prince? and she-ra and carmen sandiego? which were fun. so yeah!

what are your top five fics by kudos?

5. Maybe we just lived between hurting and healing

Gen, m/m, snowbaz

After a whole life of hurting, Simon and Baz finally get to healing. Baz adores it.

4. Of queer weddings and family parties

Gen, m/m, snowbaz

Baz and Simon are loudly queer in family events, especially now that they're engaged.

3. Move, I'm gay

T, gen

Inspired by the tweet: "sobbing at this lil girl at target. dad tries to get her a dress and she just YELLS “no I’m GAY I CAN’T” and her dad just sighs so loudly and goes “no you’re not gay, I’m gay. You’re five.”" Or: bad gay humor is generational, and often unintentional! - for @sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire

2. Here, kitty-kitty…

T, gen + m/m, snowbaz

Simon adopts a cat. Baz pretends to hate him. It's probably safer for everyone this way… - for the @carryon-anon-fest

1. (Spend my days) Dreaming 'bout you

Gen, m/m, snowbaz

Life has been amazing for Simon and Baz. Simon can't stop daydreaming about their future together. He has a million questions to ask Baz. That's easier said than done, though. Written for the Carry On Exchange (Baz's Birthday Flash Round!) - for @letraspal

do you respond to comments? why or why not?

yeah, totally! i mean, at least i try to 🥲 im not really active on ao3 (and not always logged in because i forget to check that) but every time i get in i try to check my inbox and answer as much comments as i can, even if theyre just replies. i LOVE feedback on my fics and i think chatting about fics is really cool

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

👁👁👁👁👁 uhhh

ive had some pretty bad angst fics. all hurt, no comfort, definitely no happy endings. a lot of main character deaths and shit like that.

BUT none of these are still up, so i’ll go with one that is and i actually remember- recently, (I'll shut my mouth) I'll let you go, which is my least read and interacted fic ever (i mean, FAIR) a nicodemus & fiona fic from when he was Turned. yknow, the nice stuff

have you ever received hate on a fic?

no, i dont think so? not that i recall. ive had people whod send me like . personal hate? but still loved my fanfiction and told me so lol. but i dont think ive ever gotten hate on a fic. if i have, i completely forgot about it, or just straight up never saw it

do you write smut? if so, what kind?

not really? ive experienced and tried to get into it some little time ago but its not really my sort of thing. guess its still too awkward and embarrassing for my developing queer little brain. a few friends keep reminding me to try my hand at that because we do have fun talking about it lol, and im curious to see how itd turn out. and id definitely like to try to write some fics with more of a hint of seggsual stuff and not feel like crap for it!

have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope! (or not that i know of…)

have you ever had a fic translated?

ive been asked if people could translate my fics to spanish (and one in english when i wrote more in portuguese) but ive never actually seen my translated fics posted? 🤔 im fairly sure someone sent me, like, in DMs, a translation of one of my fics, but i dont think it ever saw the light of day

what’s your all-time favourite ship?

i dont really do those! i mean, that definitely are some ships that i will treasure for a long time, but i dont really choose all-time favourites for basically anything fandom-related. my taste changes very often, so thats not reallt a thing for me fkkdkdkd right now, its snowbaz, obviously (snowshaz is also starting to grow a lot in my lil polyamlm heart)

have you ever co-written a fic before?

i have! i used to do that ALL THE TIME when i first got into fanfiction, but lately not so much. i miss it though, it was such fun, and it helped me get even more ideas for fics. we'd have groupchats for fics, and sometimes even go like RPG-wise to develop scenes / dialogue. when i stopped co-writing often, i would still pitch in with a few chapters / scenes for my friends’ fics, and they’d do the same for mine. i loved it, and i think the readers thought it was fun too!, but i stopped writing frequently altogether so its harder to do that, i guess. maybe now that im getting back into writing in general i’ll get back into that too. also, renée and i are planning to co-write something soon, so !!

what’s a wip you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

wow, so many of my WIPs fit into this... my post break up art teacher simon fic. my band au. full like the moon, which is an exes-to-friends-to-lovers thing i think i posted the prologue to. the watford drama society au. most of my longfics, probably. lol

i have a bunch of fics that i might not even actually start writing. like, self indulgent fics that arent coherent at all and dont make any fucking sense. fics that are basically just a few random scenes splashed together and left aside. i like them, but... eh

what are your writing strengths?

queer stuff. angst angst and angst, i guess. people usually say im good with humor, and dialogues, so these!

what are your writing weaknesses?

as it probably became clear, if it wasnt already obvious; long fics! planning, actually writing a BUNCH of shit, and getting to the end. endings, in general, aren’t really my jam

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fics?

i like it! dont really have a problem with the concept in general, but i do think its decent to leave the translations in the notes (or make it really, really obvious from context if possible)

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

harry potter, i think! i discovered fanfiction with harry potter, more specifically the marauders fandom, bc i used to look things up about them and only fanworks wouldve touched the subject 🥲 so thats what started my interest in fic

what’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

this is a hard one, because all my current favorites are still WIPs ✨✨✨ as in, do you want me (dead)? and my golden AU, mostly. but im really fond of And if you have nightmares, we’ll dance on the bed. i loved writing it, i love baz and penny’s relationship, and i think people should pay more attention to penelope’s trauma, because it's definitely there. it felt good to adress it. also note how literally all of these are named afted songs / lyrics LMAOOOO

tagging @thesebookishdelights / @aqueeriano / @punkjuliandiaz because i said i would 😌😌

[too-scared-to-do-this]

Of the Devil’s head

Chapter eleven - Hell’s fire couldn’t beat this

Sander’s sides fanfiction

Wordcount: 2851

Ship: prinxiety  (*cracks nuckles* This is going to be fun BJ)

TW: cursing, a bunch of flirting, friendly banter, naked torsos, a lot of flustering and a very shitty-ly described kissing scene. If I’ve missed any, let me know. <3

Summary of the whole story: They say, the one that wears the crown rules all - the living, the dead, the walking, the crawling, the rooted, the sane and the mad. They say, once you own the crown, you become the  most powerful being on Earth and beyond. Roman’s stolen bigger things - a measly little crown won’t present a problem, even if he has to steel it straight off of the devils head!

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Chapter eleven - Hell’s fire couldn’t beat this

“You know, for being the Devil, you aren’t such a though guy.” Roman grinned, holding Virgil a little tighter to himself subconsciously. He knew that was a lie, but couldn’t help but tease.  

The demon just chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Oh please. Have you seen my fangs?”

Ro smirked. “Yeah. Sharp and pointy. But don’t make you scary.” that was a lie as well. But it did bring him over to his next point. He’s green eyes got darker, eyelids lowering. “They make you look rather hot.”

A shower run up Virgil’s back at the purr. Yap. Nope. This was not happening. He immediately pushed up, away from the Human and darted out of bed. “I’m gonna go take a shower.” he stammered out.

Roman blinked at the red-faced Devil running around franticly, pulling out drawers left and right. He blinked again, as V pulled out a bunch of different pieces of clothes. He watched as he turned towards him, fabric flying through the air, and he couldn’t watch anymore. His sight was obscured by endless darkness - Virgil managed to hit him square in the face with a shirt. (He had a really good aim when stressed or embarrassed.)

“You need a change too. You can wait until I leave if you wanna shower - I’m not sure what Humans do… Is it like cats? Like, do you lick yourself clean? Because, ew, disgusting. But anyways…” that whole thing was rushed out in one nervous breath, deep voice pitched a lot higher. Cheeks a deeper red then before.  “Shower.” he quipped and slammed the door behind him.

And that’s when Roman just… started laughing. “What? The devil can’t handle a little flirting?”

The demon, redder than Hell’s fire at this point, let his forehead fall against dark wood. Oh, almighty Hades, why did this thief have such power over him? This was unhealthy.

Roman was still laughing his ass off. Lucky he hasn’t fallen off the bed yet, from how he was trashing around. Yeah, he was a complete goner. But at least now he knew how to get the devil flustered! Oh damn it, the demon was cute when red!  

And obviously, Virgil could hear it even through the sick lock door. He sighed and threw his close on the closed toilet. “A shower? Really?”

This was getting harder by the shortest passage of time.

What was the point anyways? He didn’t even need to shower! He could just snap his fingers and be done with it! The bathroom was built only because the running water seemed to calm the king down when he was in the midst of a panic attack. Yet he couldn’t think of a better excuse then a dumb shower! He was the Devil for dark’s sake!

“Hades, let’s just get this over with.” he rolled his eyes, and for once, actually got into that shower.

Meanwhile, Roman was still trashing around on the bed, laughing like crazy. It physically hurt at this point.

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It wasn’t a long shower, but it seemed like forever to both creatures. One laying on bed, still kind of getting over post-laugh giggles and the other wrapping a towel around himself and leaning on the sink. Dark hair dripping purple from the die (he’ll have to touch it up later) and body still glistening from droplets.

Virgil wasn’t really sure what he was going to do now.

there was a man in his bedroom. One he literally slept on top of. A very, very gorgeous man! Infront of who he just completely humiliated himself. How will he now show his face?

The devil glanced into the mirror and bit his lip. Maybe not literally naked - he should really get dressed first. And then worry about facing the liveling.

He grabbed the clothes he threw aside, pulled all the pieces on. Just to find that in his hurry, he threw his own shirt at Roman.

“Shit… This is just great.” he sighed. All his former clothes were long gone, down the laundry drop.

Now. He could just snap his fingers to make a new one appears, or…

The glint was back in all six of the king’s eyes. He grinned to himself, fangs showing. “You mess with me…” he hummed, leaning closer to the mirror fixing his damp hair over his eye. “…I mess with you.”

Roman was on the bed still, trying to get his mind to stop coming back to how cute the demon was with red cheeks when the door creaked open.

He sat up immediately, about to say something snarky to tease the poor Devil, but he didn’t get to that. Mind completely short-circuiting, heart in his throat and words nowhere to find he eyed to exposed torso of the pail demon walking around in front of him. Did this man really not know what effect would this have on Roman?!

Oh, Virgil knew, believe me. He knew very well. Walking out like nothing, half naked with a towel around his neck, hair still wet and droplets of water still glistening on his skin here and there. He didn’t bother to look at the thief. Those holes that were being burned into his torso were enough to go by. And also, the fact he acted oblivious would make Roman even more flustered. That was a bonus.

Don’t get him wrong, it wasn’t like he was so proud of his body. But when you have time on your hands, why not work out, Eliminate at least one of the many insecurities. So yeah, he had a sixpack. Big deal.

Big deal indeed! Roman was dying on that bed! Mouth hanging half open, fully entranced by the beautiful chiseled entity in front of him. And then there was a shirt - again. Muscles moved as the delicious stomach got covered completely, only arms exposed.

The thief shook his head. “Why would you do that?!” he hated how clipped his voice sounded.

Virgil finally looked up at him, fully grinning on the inside. On the outside though, he just bit his lip and blinked innocently. “What?”

“T-that!” Roman moved his hands around rigidly, gesturing at Virgil whole.

“Oh that. I forgot my shirt.”

“Uhm. Yeah, yeah. You just so happen to forget your shirt. And then walk out looking like Michelangelo’s David!”

And that was all Virgil needed. His inner grin reached the poutside, wider and more menacing than ever. He latched onto those words like a lifeline. “Oh, liveling, you think I’m as hot as David?”

Roman’s cheeks grew even redder. “For you, information - I was talking about how pail you look. Not how hot he is.”

“Oh, so you have a thing for statues. Good to know.”

“No! Zeus! You were the one to bring it up!”

“I knew the guy personally; I can say he’s hot. You on the other hand, thiefy, you didn’t. What’s your excuse?”

“Wait, you knew David? How old are you?”

Virgil stopped to think for a second. Well… he didn’t really have an answer to that. “I’m not really sure.”

“Old enough to know him apparently! Man, you’re old!”

“And you apparently have a thing for old folks and stone-carvings.”

Cue offended thief noises. Virgil just snorted, walking towards the Human. “You didn’t deny it. So you admit you have a thing for me?”

“What?! No! You’re too old for me.”

“And you apparently can’t say anything other than old.“

“I’ll let you know! I can do and say a lot of things!”

“But escaping Hell isn’t one of them.”

“Low blow man!” Roman gasped dramatically, hand flying to his chest.

“I’m just saying… I could show you all the good hiding places.” Virgil grinned to himself, fangs showing again. This was way too much fun. The frustrated look the thief wore was priceless. He propped his hands on the mattress, leaning slightly towards Ro. “That way you might actually have a chance to succeed.”

“Hey!” Roman grabbed the first thing he could find and threw it at the crownless king. Hit him perfectly square in the face.

And then Ro remembered that this was still the Devil, he just threw a pillow at.

Oh no…

Virgil blinked. What just happened? He looked down at the pillow that plopped down guiltily between his hands and then back up at the reddening creature. “Did you just… throw a pillow at me?” he frowned in confusion.

The sitting one gulped. “Mayyyyybeee….?” he smiled nervously.

Virgil blinked again with eyes bigger than saucers. He looked back at the pillow.

And he burst out laughing. The low rumbled of baritone climbing under Romans skin like a parasite.

The Human didn’t know what to do! He couldn’t help but watch the creature. Fangs glistening in the dim light, cheeks hiding his already sunken in eyes. He was so adorable.

Virgil looked up just in time to catch Roman averting his eyes. His cheeks were getting pinker than before (which was saying something). And the king couldn’t help but smirk. “Are you blushing, Roman?”

Gods, hearing his name from the devil’s mouth! “What?! No! You must be hallucinating!” Roman turned his face away completely, cheeks getting dark red at this point.

Virgil bit his lip to keep him from grinning (it didn’t help). This was just too funny - watching this helpless human squirm.

“I’m pretty sure you were blushing.” he leaned even closer to Roman, watching him coolly.

“No, I wasn’t!” Ro peeped up, cringing at the sound of his own high-pitched voice.

By now Virgil was a mere breath away from the boiling thief. He bit his lip again, grin loose. Eyes sparkling with a mysterious glit. “Then why are your cheeks red?” he whispered, running his knuckles along Roman’s cheek.

The liveling was speechless. He was pretty sure he swallowed his tongue. “I-I did not notice.”

Virgil’s grin darkened. He could just kiss him right now. Lean in and kiss him right here. No one would know.

He had no idea where this newfound confidence was coming from. Maybe the ages of being alone. Maybe the feeling of this rush. Maybe even the fact that Roman was coming undone under his touch the same way Virgil felt himself fall apart under his.

And maybe it was the whole situation they were in

He didn’t realize he was staring at Romans lips. But Ro did notice. Every time he glanced up from V’s.

Funny how little time these two needed. But Hell was timeless after all. It could have been three days, or even three years Roman was stuck down there. There was no way to tell.

What he could tell though, was that ‘stuck’ was so far off from the way he was feeling down here. With this demon.

Who was looking at him as if he was his last wish.

Roman couldn’t take it anymore. It was now or never.

And suddenly Virgil wasn’t thinking anymore. Instead, he was pulled on top of Roman, pushing him into the pillows. Lips on lips.

Why did it take him so long?

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Why was this so hard?

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it :)

I’ll be back as soon as possible. Big ending’s coming up, so get ready!

Tag list:

@romano-hottopic

@vpow

@a-formless-entity

@lovelivingmydreams

@alice-only-me

[hyperpsychomaniac]

Who Says You Can't Go Home - Chapter 2

Darkwing Duck (90s series) fanfiction

Sequel to my recent fanfic The Other Side of Me

Summary: Down on his luck, the Negaverse Launchpad crashes at Launchpad’s parents looking for help. Launchpad, who has avoided visiting his family since he started working with Darkwing, returns in a panic to ensure his double isn’t causing trouble. And then it gets awkward.

Read Chapter 1 first

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Doing nothing but sitting in the roadside diner, situated on the road leading up to his hometown, made Launchpad want to squirm. Someone was going to come in and recognise him. There was no one here he wanted to talk to – apart from his parents. To top it all off they were wasting time. The Thunderquack was parked a few miles away, out in the desert, where it wouldn’t be found. It was close enough they could call it if needed. Drake had driven the sedan the rest of the way in. After Launchpad had tried to rouse him from sleep. And after Drake had said he wasn’t moving until the sun came up.

Then Drake had insisted they stop for breakfast. “If we tear in there,” he’d said. “Your parents are going to wonder how we drove here so quickly. Just relax. A couple of hours won’t make a difference. I need coffee; my sleep schedule is way out.”

Not that coffee had been a bad idea. On his third cup, Launchpad was finally starting to feel the effects. He’d managed to grab a nap whilst he waited for DW to wake up and then again as he’d driven into town, but the caffeine, now that was really doing the job. Being a bit more awake didn’t make him any less apprehensive about waiting though.

“Launchpad, you haven’t touched your breakfast,” said Gosalyn. “It weirds me out when you don’t eat your food.”

Launchpad prodded a short fat sausage around his plate half-heartedly.

“Yeah, I think you need to level out the caffeine, buddy.”

“Huh?”

Drake pointed to Launchpad’s leg, which bounced up and down under the table.

Gosalyn snorted. “Yeah, better eat something before the diner thinks a T-Rex is coming. Rar.”

Launchpad forced his leg to still. Why did this whole thing make him so nervous? But he couldn’t even explain what he was doing with his life over the phone. In person? He wasn’t sure whether he’d rather his parents realised he was hiding something or thought him a failure and a deadbeat. He’d wanted to come visit. And that was the worst part. He’d wanted to, but still hadn’t made the effort. They made it difficult, and DW made it difficult, and he’d wanted to find some way to make it work but it had always been impossible to broach the subject. Either with DW, or his parents. Now, he was here and he wasn’t ready. But still, helping his parents with whatever trouble the Negaverse Launchpad had caused was plenty good enough reason to put up with all the stress. He could deal.

The bell above the diner’s door dinged. Launchpad cringed down in his seat just in case it was someone who might recognise him.

A young woman entered. She was decked out all in bright pink, inclusive of her armoured motorcycle jacket. She removed a hot pink helmet and shook out her hair, then looked inside the helmet, sniffed, and made a face. “Bleh. I hate long rides.”

Launchpad shot to his feet. “Loopey!”

His little sister, not so little anymore, turned at the sound of his voice. “Ee! Launchpad!” She pelted across the diner. They met in the middle of the floor and Loopey threw her arms around her brother’s neck. “Mom and Dad didn’t tell me you were coming too.”

“Short notice,” Launchpad mumbled into her hair. Even with the definite smell of motorcycle helmet he caught the scent of her cherry blossom shampoo. He’d always thought of it as what pink should smell like. He squeezed her tight for good measure then set her back down on the floor. “Wait, coming too? Mom and Dad invited you? Now?” Surely, they didn’t want his kid sister’s help with some weirdo from another dimension.

“Yeah, they’ve been bugging me to come visit for the last month of two. But you never seem to come when they invite us so I just assumed…” She shrugged. Then slapped him on the shoulder. “But this is going to be so much fun! We can go out flying together. There’s this real neat place I can bet you haven’t flown yet and I’ve got to show it to you.”

Gosalyn stepped around Launchpad’s hip and looked Loopey up and down with a frown. “Launchpad, is this your girlfriend?”

Loopey grinned. “Ew. No. This stinky weirdo? I’m his sister, Loopey.”

Gosalyn’s face brightened. “He is stinky, isn’t he?” She stuck out a hand. “I’m Gosalyn Mallard. Pleased to meet you.”

“This is Drake, my housemate,” Launchpad said, as DW wandered over to the join them. Better make things clear before Loopey got any ideas into her head like his mother seemed to.

“You didn’t tell me you had a sister.”

“You’ve never asked me about my sister.”

“LP, how can I ask you about someone I don’t know exists?” Drake cut himself off with a huff. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. I’m going to grab a bagel and a coffee then head to Mom and Dad’s. If you don’t mind waiting we can arrive together. I think they’d like that. And, you know, if you want some extra backup. Though I see you made sure to bring some.” Loopey winked.

Well, he had already resigned himself to waiting, what was another few minutes? Launchpad retrieved his coffee then trailed Loopey up to the counter. He waited while she ordered her breakfast then reached out and brushed her sleeve. “Hey, did Mom and Dad tell you they had someone visiting?”

“Yeah, they said it was someone you knew. But they didn’t give me much details beyond that.” Loopey studied his face for a moment. “Okay, big bro. You going to tell me what’s going on? We’ve got a guy visiting whose name is also Launchpad, which is weird, especially because there aren’t too many families who give their kids aviation themed names. And you look like you’re a thousand feet up and just remembered you forgot to fill the fuel tank. What, is he like your evil twin or something?”

Launchpad pushed his nearly empty coffee cup around the counter. His hand trembled against the white ceramic. Which was totally from the excess caffeine on an empty stomach. “Not quite. More like my severely messed up and slightly dangerous twin.”

“Mom and Dad never said we had another brother.”

“Not like that. It’s like, well, the entire universe has a twin. It’s complicated, and I’ll try and explain it to you, or maybe get Drake to. He’s better at it.” And smart enough to make it sound plausible whilst leaving out all the Darkwing stuff. “But I came back because I was worried about Mom and Dad. I just want to make sure he isn’t causing them any trouble.”

Loopey put an arm around his shoulder. “Well then. You’ll definitely want me for back up, huh?”

***

Launchpad let Drake drive again. He was still tired and he could feel his hands trembling. Stupid caffeine. The grass and gardens greened as they pulled up outside his parents’ house, to that little circle of garden that everyone who lived on a large property out here had decided was an acceptable radius to maintain. The house itself was low-set, with a big wrap around porch. It was a strange mix of nostalgia and pure dread that sat in the bottom of Launchpad’s gut.

Beside them, Loopey’s motorcycle rumbled to a stop. Gosalyn stared longingly at the machine. “Would’ve been funner on a motorcycle.” She was pouting because Drake hadn’t let her ride with Loopey. Which apparently she should’ve been allowed because she rode a far more powerful bike all the time. Drake had pointed out that was with her own helmet and Loopey had only brought one.

With any luck, the Negaverse Launchpad would just need a good talking to and DW wouldn’t need to get involved at all. Launchpad drew in a breath, steadied his hands, and got out of the car.

The front door slammed and their mother came barrelling off the front porch. “Launchpad! Loopey! You’re both here!”

“Mom!” Loopey saved him from the embarrassment of the first hug. She pelted past him and threw her arms around Birdie McQuack.

“Hey, sweetheart. Launchpad…” Still clinging to Loopey, Birdie reached out a hand towards her son.

Launchpad felt a smile tug at his lips. “Hi, Mom.” He wrapped his arms right around the both of them. Then introduced her to Drake and Gosalyn.

“You are both welcome here anytime. Any friend of my son,” Birdie said with a knowing wink, “is like a son to me.”

Launchpad flushed. “Mom.” He had to forget the awkwardness. There were other things to deal with. “Where’s the other Launchpad? What’s he gone and done? If you need me to talk to him, or move him on out of here just let me know and…”

Birdie put her hands on her hips. “Now, Launchpad. That poor man needs help. Not to be tossed out in the cold. I think he’s still dealing with a lot of things. He seems to be getting better this last month of so, but…”

“Wait, last month? How long has he been here? I… I thought…”

Birdie bit her lip and, suddenly, she didn’t seem to want to look her son in the eye. “Um, well… it’s probably been about… two months now?”

“Mom! I thought… well, so he was okay, and then he’s done something just now like…”

Birdie shook her head. “I told your father this was a bad idea. No, he hasn’t done anything. Well, just minor things. Like mess with my rosebushes. I don’t know what got into his head but I gave him a firm talking to and he seemed to get the message.”

Launchpad’s fists tightened. “You said on the phone he was making you uncomfortable. If he hasn’t actually done anything why’d you call me out here?” Not that he didn’t want to grab the other Launchpad by the collar and demand to know what he’d been thinking. But he’d been worried! He’d been stressed the whole flight here.

“You know, I really do think he could use your help again. He couldn’t stop talking about what you did for him back in Saint Canard. I feel like your father and I have done all we can for him. But that’s only part of the reason we wanted you here. The other, well, it was mostly your father’s idea…” She trailed off and lowered her gaze.

“Mom,” prompted Loopey. “I thought you told me you just wanted us all back here to spend some time together and all you had to do was convince Launchpad and…”

The gears ground and grated into place in Launchpad’s head. Far too slowly. How could he be such an idiot? “Convince Launchpad,” he said, coldly. “You mean by lying to him and telling him you were worried his potentially dangerous double might do something to hurt you?”

Drake put a hand on his arm. “Okay, LP,” he said, voice low, and a cheesy fake grin on his face like he was trying to convince everyone else that it was, in fact, definitely still okay. “We’ve been here like five minutes. Cool down. Give your parents a chance to explain, and maybe, you know, maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.”

Launchpad fists unclenched a little and he forced himself to breathe. His mother opened her mouth to say something, but then the growl of an engine cut into the morning air. It wasn’t a plane. A heavily laden down Gator buggy - twin seater, offroad with rollover bar - struggled over the crest of the small hill leading up to the house. The struggling engine let up as it made its way down the gentle slope towards them and grumbled to a halt.

“Okay, buddy, if we both go for the seatbelt at the same time we are never going to get out of this thing.”

“Hang on, Mr McQuack. I’ll get yours first.”

Ripcord McQuack and the Negaverse Launchpad were both crammed into the Gator. It was designed for two people but they were clearly pushing it to its load limit. Launchpad stuffed his fingers down between their legs to find the seatbelt release.

“Ow!” Ripcord just about rolled out of the driver’s seat. He rubbed at the side of his leg. “If you insist on wearing those things could you at least file the blasted spikes down?”

Launchpad’s double pushed the studded bracelet around his wrist self consciously. “Sorry.”

Launchpad swallowed and his hand went to his beak. Gosalyn had patched him up good and those wicked looking spikes hadn’t left any permanent marks. But it was hard to forget the sting when they'd torn into his beak, wrapped around his double’s fist.

Ripcord smiled faintly. “Come on. I’m just kidding, son.”

Son? Launchpad felt his fists tightening again.

The other Launchpad caught sight of him and grinned. “Hey, if it isn’t my better half! Didn’t think I’d get to see you again.” He undid his seatbelt and swung out of the Gator. The whole machine rocked.

“Yeah. Me neither.”

Ripcord stopped just short of Launchpad and flexed his hands down by his sides, like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with them. He forced a smile. “Hey, son.”

Launchpad swallowed. All he had to do was open his arms; that’s all his father was waiting for. Ripcord wouldn’t barrel into a hug if it wasn’t something his kids wanted. All he was waiting for was an invitation. Launchpad kept his hands stubbornly at his sides. “Hi, Dad.”

The faint smile faded. “It’s good to see you again. How long has it been?”

Yeah, try and make him feel bad. “You two seem to be getting on really well. Which is great, but Mom kind of gave me the impression you were worried he was going to cause trouble.”

The Negaverse Launchpad held up his hands. “Hey, woah. I told you guys, I know I’m a bit rough around the edges, but if I do anything you don’t like all you’ve gotta do is tell me.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” said Birdie. “You haven’t done anything.”

Ripcord locked his gaze with Launchpad’s. “Well, we had to do something to get our son to actually come visit us once in the next decade.”

Birdie put a hand to her face. “Rip, no.”

Ripcord jerked at the sound of his wife’s voice, and then flushed.

“I knew it! I came because I thought you guys needed my help. Now I find out its just Dad trying to trick me!”

Drake winced. “LP…”

His father wouldn’t quite look at him. “I wasn’t trying to trick you, it’s just… well what was I supposed to do? And seriously, how fast did you drive here? Your mother called you yesterday. So apparently it isn’t that difficult to get your butt out here.”

“Because I was worried! I can’t believe this!” Launchpad stomped past his father.

The Negaverse Launchpad raised up his hands. “Hey, listen, I never meant to cause any trouble. I just needed somewhere to go, and…”

He’d been heading for the Gator. But Launchpad stopped and glared at his double. “Why are you even here,” he growled, voice low.

“You told me not to go back to Saint Canard! I needed help, I couldn’t think of anyplace else to go.”

Launchpad stabbed a finger into his chest, hard, and didn’t really care that the jab brought a very dangerous look to his double’s eyes. Yeah, go on. Get violent in front of his family. But it stayed just that, a look. “Stay away from family. You’ve got your own, don’t you? Maybe go back to them.” Then he hoisted himself into the Gator, started her up, and tore back over the hill, towards his family’s hanger. He needed to clear his head. And there was only one surefire way to do that.

***

“Dad, this is super awkward,” Gosalyn whispered.

Her father flushed. “Gosalyn, shush!”

Everyone ignored her anyway. Loopey made the first move. She went over to her father and put her arms around him. “Hey, daddy.”

At least, as far as she could get around his broad torso anyway. Ripcord broke into a smile, one that was not forced like the one he’d given Launchpad, and engulfed his daughter in his arms. “You’re trying to be cute to make me feel better, aren’t you?”

“Totally.”

It was probably the right thing to do. The poor guy definitely looked like he needed the hug. Gosalyn wasn’t sure what had gotten into Launchpad. Sure this was awkward, but he was kind of being a jerk to his father. She fought with her dad her all the time. But if she hadn’t seen him in ages she’d at least give him a hug and be happy about it.

Loopey turned to the Negaverse Launchpad. “I’m still not real sure what’s going on here. But I’d… I’d like to talk to you. I just think I need to go talk down my actual brother first.”

Launchpad smiled faintly. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Well,” said Birdie, “Lets go inside and we’ll get your something to eat.” She gestured for them all to follow her. Ripcord trailed inside behind her. He still looked down in the dumps.

The Negaverse Launchpad fell into step beside her father. “Um listen… ah… Drake. I’m real sorry about, you know, trying to light you on fire. We’re going to have to spend time together here anyway so… we don’t have to be friends. But I’m not your enemy is all I’m saying.”

Drake scowled up at him. “Well, I guess you’ve managed to behave yourself here for the last few months. As long as you don’t do anything that requires a certain dashing superhero get himself involved, I’m willing to give you a chance.”

Gosalyn huffed. Her father may have been fooled but she was not so easy to trick. She shouldered past the Negaverse Launchpad, which kind of hit him in the back of the knee, and just resulted in spinning her around. She recovered, and fixed a glare on Launchpad’s startled double. “I’ve got my eye on you,” she hissed, and then turned and ran into the house.

“She doesn’t like me, does she?” she just caught Launchpad saying as the screen door slammed behind her.

Well, he wasn’t so dumb now was he?

The next half an hour was… weird to say the least. First Birdie showed them pictures of Launchpad as a kid. Which was about the only interesting part. Gosalyn grabbed the pictures off her and shuffled through them. Baby Launchpad was so cute, and chubby, and falling over in nearly every photo she imagined that, at that age, when he crashed out of something, he’d bounced. “Dad, where are your baby photos?”

“In a box. Which I burnt. Then sunk.”

Ripcord was pretty quiet but every couple of minutes he’d fidget, get up, and ask something like: “I’m going to the kitchen, does anyone want another cup of tea. Or a snack?” Then go and push a few things around in there, even through no one actually wanted anything. Then he’d come and sit back down and stare forlornly at the centre of the table.

Birdie and her Dad seemed to be having a fairly normal, if boring, adult conversation. At least until Birdie asked: “So, do you and Launchpad have any plans for the future?”

“Er…” her father absentmindedly stirred the tea he’d finally let Ripcord get for him after he’d asked for the third time. “Pardon?”

Ripcord put a hand to his face. “Birdie,” he said, voice low. “For the last time they’re not a couple.”

Drake turned pink. “Wait… what?”

Gosalyn shot to her feet. “Mr McQuack, I think I will have that snack after all.”

“Sure, kiddo. You want me to come and…”

“No, I can get it.” Gosalyn ran into the kitchen. Her shoulders slumped and she let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.” She made her way out the kitchen door and onto the porch. She breathed deep the desert air. It was a little dry, but better than awkward adult conversations. She rubbed her hands together. “Now, what trouble can I get into around here?”

***

Chapter 3

[prompt-a-klainefic]

Why Kurt Hummel HATES Werewolf Stories

by @grlnxtdr30

I originally posted this as a prompt, but since no one filled it, I wrote it myself!

Why Kurt Hummel HATES Werewolf Stories

“Please tell me that’s not another werewolf movie?” Kurt asked as he entered the Warbler’s Commons for their weekly Friday Night Movie Marathon, his voice dripping with contempt as he saw the video playing on the massive flat screen TV.

“It’s The Howling,” Jeff replied, not looking away from the screen. “It’s a classic. What’s your problem with werewolf movies, anyway?”

Kurt let out a delicate snort. “They’re just so unrealistic!”

David laughed a little at that. “Yeah, cause werewolves aren’t real.”

Kurt just rolled his eyes and took his seat next to Blaine on one of the couches. He put his earbuds in and opened his book, ignoring the movie completely. After The Howling, they put on Fright Night II, and Kurt actually pulled out his earbuds and closed the book to watch.

“So, werewolf movies are unrealistic, but vampire movies are okay?” Nick questioned when the second film had finished. Kurt just shrugged.

“It’s not just werewolf movies,” Kurt said. “Werewolf books are just as bad. And don’t even get me started on fanfiction! Do these people even know how pack structure works?”

Several pairs of eyes were staring at him. “You seem to be an expert, so tell us what’s wrong with werewolf stories?” David demanded.

Kurt let out a snort. “Fine! First off, the movies always get the graphics wrong. The way they depict a werewolf shifting is physiologically impossible. Bones and tissue would snap and rip apart if that was how the transition worked. And what is with all the slimy liquid flowing off the body during the shift? Just ew!”

No one answered as he went on. “But that’s only the half of it! All those so called romance novels and fanfictions talking about The Alpha male searching out a submissive omega mate is just a bunch of bull! In a true wolf pack, there is an Alpha pair. Generally the Alpha Female chooses the strongest Alpha Male to mate with, so they can produce healthy, strong pups, but in some packs, the Alphas are siblings, or even two males that have, for one reason or another, been forced out of other packs and have to form their own. In those rare occasions when there are two Alpha males, they find a surrogate female to mate with.”

“And just how do you know so much about wolves?” Thad asked.

Kurt shrugged, picking up his book and beginning to read again. “My mother was a biologist. She spent years researching wolf packs in the region.”

“You never told me that about your mom,” Blaine said, watching his best friend. He could see the tension in Kurt’s shoulders that he knew meant the paler boy was holding something in.

“It’s never come up in conversation,” He said, still staring at his book, but Blaine could see the tear in the corner of his eye that he fought hard not to let fall.

…

Two and a half weeks later

“Hey Kurt! Blaine! Wait up!” Nick called out as they were walking to the parking lot after Warbler practice, heading to the Lima Bean for their weekly coffee-not-a-date.

“What’s up?” Blaine asked, turning towards his friend.

“You guys know Jeff’s birthday is Saturday, right?”

“Yeah?” Kurt said.

“Well, I’m setting up a surprise party for Saturday night, and I want you two to be there!”

Blaine grinned. “Of course I’ll be there!”

Kurt frowned. “Sorry, I can’t make it. Have a family thing this weekend.”

“Oh come on, Kurt!” Blaine teased. “That’s what you said last month when Wes called for a Warbler bonding game night. And the month before, when David’s dad got that promotion and treated the Warblers to a pizza party to celebrate. Can’t you get out of it for one night?”

“Believe me, I wish I could, but it’s an important family tradition. I can’t miss it.”

…

Three weeks and a couple of days later

“So what is this sacred family tradition?” Blaine asked, sitting in the chair at Kurt’s desk in the auburn haired boy’s dormroom, watching as he packed his overnight bag.

Kurt just shrugged. “It’s not really that big a deal. My family owns a cabin near Lake Cody. We go up there and hang out and watch the local wolf pack.”

Blaine’s eyes went wide. “Really? That would be cool. Maybe I could go with you sometime?”

Kurt’s head jerked up. “No!” Blaine was startled by the fear in the other boy’s voice. Kurt took a calming breath. “Sorry, I just meant it might not be safe for you. The wolves are used to us being there, but I don’t know how they’d react to an outsider. I wouldn’t want you getting hurt. You understand, right?”

Blaine studied his best friend, knowing Kurt wasn’t telling him the truth, but not knowing what about. “Oh. Well yeah, I guess I understand. Have fun!”

Kurt gave him an awkward smile. “Thanks.”

Blaine glanced at his watch. “Oh, gosh, I’m late! I promised Trent I’d tutor him in calculus!”

…

Blaine sat in his car near Lake Cody later that evening, wondering why he was here. So Kurt had lied to him about something. It wasn’t like it was that big a deal. Maybe he was just embarrassed about some silly family tradition he didn’t want Blaine to know about.

Why couldn’t Blaine just accept that fact and move on? As Blaine got out of his car and moved into the woods towards where he had seen Kurt pull off the main road, he noticed the moon just beginning to peak over the horizon. The sun hadn’t even fully set yet. He hadn’t really thought about the fact that there was a full moon tonight.

Come to think of it, Kurt’s mystery family get-togethers always seemed to happen on the full moon, even if it was mid week. Blaine paused mid-step. The thought that filled his mind was so ludicrous, he almost laughed it off. Sure he was insane to think that Kurt might actually be a werewolf? Was that why he hated werewolf movies and stories?

“Get a grip, Anderson! Kurt is not a werewolf!” he muttered to himself.

Shaking his head, he began trekking through the woods once more, but had only gone about twenty feet when a sound brought him to a halt once more. A low growl seemed to reverberate through Blaine’s spine. He turned slowly towards the sound, fear and dread filling him as he came face to face with a large dark grey wolf.

The animal was beautiful and terrifying at the same time, as the low growl continued to rumble from the creature’s throat.

“Nice doggy!” Blaine said, slowly raising his hands to show he was harmless. “I’m not going to hurt you! Please have the same consideration!”

“Luna!” a familiar voice called out from close behind Blaine. Kurt spoke harshly in a language Blaine didn’t understand, but the wolf seemed to. It stopped growling, and dropped to its belly, letting out a little whine. “Go back to the hunt, Luna! Now!” The wolf let out a little yip, and then ran off.

Blaine lowered his hands and turned to face his friend. 

“What are you doing here, Blaine?” Kurt asked, sounding wary.

“I…” He couldn’t think of one plausible excuse for his presence, and didn’t think Kurt would believe a lie. The pale boy let out a little sigh.

“I told you it might be dangerous. Luna might have attacked you if I hadn’t come along.”

“Thank you for saving me. What language was that you were speaking?”

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest. “Shoshone. My mother taught me how to speak it, along with French. You’re lucky, Luna is young. She probably wouldn’t have hurt you too badly, at least not on purpose. The younger wolves are on a practice hunt tonight.”

Blaine studied the taller boy. “How do you know so much about the wolves, and what they are doing?”

Kurt sighed again. “I really wish you hadn’t come tonight, Blaine. Any other night, I might have brought you out and introduced you to the pack, or at least half of the pack, anyway. The natural wolves. But tonight the rest of the pack is here, and it’s too late.”

Blaine looked at Kurt in confusion. “Why is it too late, and what do you mean by the natural wolves?”

Kurt’s lips turned up in what should have been a smile, but seemed off to the curly haired boy. “It’s the full moon, Blaine, and I’ve been fighting my nature around you for months. I’ve wanted to stake a claim on you since the moment we met, to put my scent on you so the others would know you are mine.”

“What are you talking about, Kurt?”

“I can’t hold him back, anymore, Blaine. He wants you. I want you!” The last words were shouted on an inhuman howl, as the form of his best friend seemed to shimmer as a moonbeam broke through the trees and caught the pale boy in its light.

Blaine’s eyes went round with shock and disbelief as the distortion around Kurt shifted, and changed shape. Suddenly, instead of a human boy, there was a large, red wolf standing just inches away from Blaine.

Blaine’s mind had barely comprehended what it had just witnessed when the creature lunged at Blaine, knocking him flat on his back, and powerful jaws latched onto his shoulder, biting down, piercing flesh, and causing Blaine to scream as pain filled him. It was too much for him, and the world faded to black.

…

Two weeks later

“Oh please! Not another werewolf movie!”

“Why not?” Wes asked. “Besides, it’s not technically a werewolf movie.”

“No, it’s worse,” Kurt said. “It’s Twilight! As much as I love looking at Taylor Lautner and fantasize about letting him deflower me in a meadow of lilacs, there is no excuse for the horror of this film!”

“I agree with Kurt,” Blaine piped up. “Werewolf movies are so unrealistic.”

“Oh for pete’s sake!” David shouted. “There are no such things as werewolves!

Blaine shared a secret smile with his new boyfriend. “Whatever you say, David.”

[harrystylescherry]

Hey need some help!!! Lately I’ve been hooking up with this guy who’s older than me (he’s 27 and I’m 22) and yesterday we were talking about fan fictions bcs we saw a meme on tt lol and he started saying that these stories are just for kids/teenagers and all of them are awful which I disagreed and told him ofc there’s stories that are bad but there’s so many good writers who’s start writing fan fictions, and that’s not only for kids!! I told him that I like reading them sometimes and then we just dropped the cvs But now I’m thinking... do you think that can come off somewhat immature? Like reading these fics about celebrities when you’re an adult. bcs sometimes I already feel like I’m too old to even be in the fandom :( I also think that being in a “relationship” with a older person makes me evaluate that even more. Do you think I’m crazy for thinking that way? 😖

so like, im going to be completely honest with you:

at first, when i got back into reading and writing fanfiction i felt really weird about it and kind of embarrassed? Because so often it’s talked about as a joke, as though it’s only something teenage girls do--and anything attributed to teenage girls always comes with that shame attached because society cannot stand young women and refuses to acknowledge that they are capable of having great taste and understanding society and culture and music and literature, etc. For a really long while, I kept my fanfics a secret and my blog a secret because I was SO embarrassed about it. 

I used to openly write fanfic in high school and no one cared because i was 15, but it feels like it comes with extra baggage now which is fucked up and not fair. Because YOU’RE RIGHT--there are a lot of good fanfic writers out there! a lot of us don’t just write fanfic, but poetry and short stories, some of us are going to school for creative writing (me) or lit and take this shit very seriously--which no one ever seems to think about? We very easily get written off as being immature and talentless because if we had actual writing ability then we would be writing something different--it’s all bullshit. 

my bf (i’ve been with him for 6 years) knows I write fanfiction and doesn’t care. Like, the man literally could not care less and it’s the only kind of work of mine he doesn’t read because its harry fanfic, not because it’s bad or he thinks i should be embarrassed. 

im in a nonfiction workshop right now. a few nights ago, we ALL admitted to writing and reading fanfic at some point and that some of us still do! we then started buddy reading fucking 1d fics--there was no shame attached. we had fun. people were sending links to their star wars fics and 1d fics and other shit. 

the fact is, whoever you’re with is the immature one. They’re writing all fanfic writers off as not being good simply because they’re not writing something he deems as important or interesting. How many fics has he read to know they’re bad? Is he a writer? you know how many writers have written fanfic at some point? a fuck ton. it’s not an uncommon thing at all. no offense to your mans, but he sound a little high and mighty and he has no right to be. and the fact is...i’ve read fanfics that are written better than published novels. 

basically: you’re not crazy for feeling that way. i think at some point we all have. but you have to realize that you aren’t the problem and that you shouldn’t be embarrassed. fandoms and fanfic aren’t for everyone but they aren’t inherently bad or immature. a lot of fics on tumblr could be fucking published, they’re that good. just because Harry is in it, does by no means make the work any less valuable or intelligent. like, isn’t it better/nice/fun to read a love story about someone you’re actually attracted to? sometimes i read romance novels and the guy is described and im like: ew no thanks. THAT DOESN’T HAPPEN HERE! Frankly, I think your dude sucks for saying that and that he’s completely wrong. 

you and i are the same age and harry’s older than us so like....we’re chillen (not that theres anything wrong with people who are older than him who write and read fics bc there isn’t) but in my mind im still a teenager writing about the older hottie, you know?

[stormhawksplanb]

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Chapter 7

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The next few hours were quick. The terra was cleaned up, and the art exhibition was cancelled. No winners, no anything. The damage caused by the attack was surprisingly small. Houses were destroyed, and the ground we walked on had dips and small shallow craters. No one was badly hurt which was the good part.

It took a while, but when we accounted for everyone, including the COGA members, The Storm Hawks had taken off on their skimmers to search the terra for any other invaders. Leaving me, Stork, and Junko to deal with the wreckage. Usually that would be no problem, but I don't think any of them want to talk to me after my "This was my war long before any of yours" comment. But like with any negative situation, I try and correct it. After all, it'll make things easier if I at least try.

"Junko! There you are erm- doing... What are you doing?"

I caught him at the center of the town, pulling out the broken canvases and left over art utensils.

"Well the building structures are useless now. But a lot of the art work and other stuff is only partially damaged... So you know..."

My heart sank a little bit. He wouldn't even look me in the eyes. Was what I said that bad?

"Hey uhm. I just wanted to try and apologize for my behavior earlier. I shouldn't have said what I said..."

Junko turned to me, his head tilted. Then all at once it was like a lightbulb went off in his head.

"Oh that! No, yeah, it's fine. We've all heard worse. No need to apologise."

I was almost dumb founded by his reaction. He seemed so mature about it. Then it dawned on me.

"So... How long have you been a storm hawk?"

"Oh uh, since I was 15... I'm 16, going on 17 now..."

"Oh... That makes sense."

Despite how well put together the team was, I seem to have forgotten that they were in the same predicament I used to be in. They were all dealing with the carnage of a war they never started. My only other reaction was to give a quick nod goodbye and head to my next target. Why I did that I don't know.

Upon seeing the condition of the Condor, I cringed. There were scratches on the outer material, burn marks on the paint job, and some cracks in the glass. Glued to the hip of the Condor was Stork, working away at some patch work. Taking a deep breath I stood beside him, and hesitated to tap his shoulder. I jumped a bit when he grunted and glared at me.

"Heeey, do you need any help with repairs? I uh, I know how to paint and I can even get out most of those burn marks!"

All he did was turn away from me, and scoff. I gave an audible groan, wanting to get this done and over as quick as possible.

"Ok! Fine! I'm sorry for being a brat earlier, and I'm sorry for getting in everyone's way! But you can't just keep on ignoring me like this-"

I was silenced by a paintbrush being swung out in front of my face.

I felt embarrassed as the heat stroked my cheeks. He still didn't look at me, as I took the paintbrush and started working beside him. Something tells me he didn't really care about what I said. Or what I did...

After a few hours of hard labor, and helping Junko find the owners to the left over artworks, consoling some children who were lost on their way to the bathroom, the rest of the Storm Hawks squadron came back to the terra. All of their faces covered in mud and dirt. I held back a Chuckle since none of them were very pleased with their new look.

Soon enough the whole Terra surrounded us, hoping to hear about what had happened to them. Aerrow had looked away from the bombardment of "Are we safe?" And "Who was that?!". He Seemed, uneasy.

"It was... Cyclonians..."

Aerrow seemed defeated for a split second, and he faced the crowd again when the murmuring and disbelief subsided.

"It's not Master Cyclonian herself. But one of her lackeys had taken her thrown… Recently."

I locked eyes with Piper and muttered Ravess’ name in hopes the current spectators didn’t notice. She nodded at me, acknowledging my hypothesis to be true, and Aerrow continued.

"I know today was supposed to be important to everyone here. It was supposed to be a step towards our recovery as Atmosians... But today..."

It was like he froze on everyone. We all just stared at each other. My brain kicked in and I stood beside him, a sorrowful look across my face replaced with a sincere smile, and he gave me a grateful one in return.

"Today is the day we prove to everyone who dares question us. And that we now keep what was once taken by the Cyclonians."

It was a short statement, but not false. The crowd cheered and I looked back at Aerrow. A small smirk and a nod my way as another thanks.

Eventually, this part of the Terra was cleared out. Thankfully some neighboring Sky Knights arranged for people to stay at their own Terras while the properly qualified went to work to restore buildings. I had other plans. One of which was to try my shot again at convincing Aerrow to let me bum a ride to my home terra.

Walking on the drop down ramp to the condor, I more or less physically bumped into Piper. Arising a small squeak from her.

"Oh! Sorry!"

I shook my head at her, and playfully rolled my eyes.

"It's fine. It's not like you snapped my arm in half. What's up?"

She rolled her eyes back at me.

"oh you know. Navigating maps, saving a whole Terra, just normal Sky Squad stuff. And what are you up too?"

I shrugged at her, not wanting to disclose to her that I was looking for Aerrow.

"Well if you're not doing anything, could you help me with something?"

"Yeah, what do you need?"

I followed her off and away from the ship as she explained her plans for the terra.

"Well, the unexpected Bombing left us vulnerable, and out in the open. So we’re setting up a temporary Shock Wave Crystal tower. I'm not sure of how aware you are about the war against Master Cyclonis, but-"

She gave a heavy grunt as she moved a box of unmarked Crystals from a table to the floor, then taking out an old map.

"Terra Atmosia had a Sky knight named Carver who betrayed them, and joined an alliance with Master Cyclonis herself."

I grunted and scrunched my face up at the name, Carver. It rang a bell, but I decided not to press on about him. And Judging by her attitude, I'm guessing no one's a real fan. Least, not anymore.

“That also means the Terra is still without a Sky Knight. What's left of his squad still helps out, but it's hard to have a Squad without a leader."

"Why is that?"

She gave me a slight judgmental face. Shaking it off and smiling at me, deciding to humor me anyway.

"Without a Sky Knight or some kind of leader, the Squadron loses their title and rights to their Squad name. The Sky Knight is responsible for not just leading the team. They keep it together, and take responsibility for the whole squad. Those rules can be bent and flexed but the concept stays the same."

I gave a quiet "Ah" in response. It made sense. Something still bugged me though.

"If that's true, Then why don't they just recruit a new Sky Knight?"

I got the idea of what she needed help with, which was moving crates and sorting maps. My mother showed me how to organize maps, so I could do that much.

"It's not a hard thing, but because of Carver's stunt, people are scared to be the new Sky knight. It's an old wound. Some Atmosians have gone as far as to threaten the Ex-Squad members. Some people think that the whole team was involved, and carver freezing his crew mates was just for show."

"Ew."

Piper let out a huffy laugh, shaking her head.

"Storks right. You really are different from other Sky Knights. Speaking of which. Can I ask you something?"

I nodded my head, finishing up on the last map. It looked like they were creating blueprints for new energy launchers, and a radio scrambler.

"What Terra are you the Sky Knight of? Stork said you mentioned something about being a sky knight yourself."

I gave a deep sigh, making sure to look her in the face. The obvious tone mocking Stork, all whilst hinting at her curiosity.

"It wasn't my choice..."

"Is it ever really a choice?"

I gave another sigh, (Just now realizing that I’ve developed a nasty habit of doing that).

"I was designated to become a Sky Knight when I was 10. I live on Terra Argonia. I was actually hoping that you guys could swing round that way and drop me off..."

"Terra Argonia! But that Terra was swept out clean by the Original Cyclonis! That was YEARS ago."

I chuckled at her.

"Terra Argonia is home to the Nova Crystal. Why do you think they call me Nova?"

Piper was looking at me in amazement, blinking rapidly. I could tell right off the bat she was going to mention Dusty.

"That means you're the daughter of the infamous Dusty of the Raving Vultures!"

Yup. There it is.

"Ta da? I think. I don't know why you're so impressed. He's infamous for a reason."

"I know, I know! But do you know why?"

I felt an old wound open up in my chest. My face must have given away my anger because Piper was quick to apologize.

"O-oh. Right. You'd know. Can I ask what happened?"

Before I could speak a hand was placed on my shoulder. Arrow had joined us in our little circle. His face was serious.

"You're gonna have to hold that thought. We're receiving a stress signal from Terra Rex. We might also have a lead on where Ravess is hiding currently".

[kyazairoki-kun]

Todoroki × Reader Fanfiction (so this is my first fanfiction, am sorry for the quality but, here he is, ENJOY!) ((disclaimer: wasn't really writing this to be 100% accurate with details from manga/show so things will be kinda different based on how I wanted to write it)) ❤💙

I never imagined that anyone from class 1-A would take an interest in me, a student from class 1-C, until Shoto Todoroki. My eyes laid longingly at the right side of his face, showing off his snow-white hair but hiding the deep red-colored half. Something about him brought a sweet peace to my heart. He made me feel safe, calm, adored. He noticed me staring and cast a sly grin down at me, pulling me closer into his side as we sat on the couch watching some late-night shows in my classes dormitory. I nestled my head into his side until he moved his arm up and around my shoulders so that my head could lay softly on his torso. I gently placed my hand up onto his abdomen, slowly stroking my hand up and down his shirt. He smirked as I did this and began tracing my waist with a cold finger. 

As our night continued I began to grow incredibly drowsy. Slowly my eyes began to shut and my hand slipped from his shirt down onto his thigh. This action must’ve shocked him as he quickly looked down to make eye contact with me, only to realize that I had fallen fast asleep. Carefully he repositioned himself on the couch so that I was gently resting upon him while he lay on the couch. With gentle fingers, I could feel him stroking my hair as I slipped further into my sleep.

I woke up as Todoroki tried his very best to lift me up and off of him so that he could head to his first class of the day. 

“Oh I’m so sorry love, I didn’t mean to wake you!” he whispered as he brushed back my hair and laid a gentle kiss on my forehead. 

“Oh no it’s really okay, I need to get ready for my classes anyway.” He shot me an endearing smile and slowly rubbed my back with his heated hand. We have only been dating about 5 days now, but we haven’t actually kissed yet, but at this moment, I really wanted to. I slowly leaned in, trying not to make it too obvious so that I could see how he would react. He grabbed my chin with his thumb and index finger and pulled my face close to his so that I could feel his warm breath on my lips. He smiled sheepishly at me, laid a soft kiss on the tip of my nose, and got up to grab his backpack.

“I have to head back to the dorms so I can grab my uniform for class, would you like me to come back after to walk you to your first class?”

“No that’s alright I’ll walk myself,” I said in a half sleepy half disappointed voice. I really worked myself up for that first kiss for nothing. I slowly looked up at him to find him giving me a concerned look.

“Love...what’s the matter?” he said walking back over to where I was sitting so he could take a seat next to me. 

“It’s nothing,” I groaned, “you need to go get your uniform now or you’ll be late to class.” At this he shot me an endearing glare, grabbing my waist and pulling me on top of him so that I was straddling his waist.

“I can’t sit in class and pay attention properly knowing that there is something bothering you.” He whispered as the sound of my classmate’s footsteps coming down the stairs was heard. I stared deep into his eyes, one gray and one blue and I couldn’t help but smile. I took my hand and brushed the red side of his hair gently back so that I could admire his whole face a little longer.

“Ew guys, no PDA in this dormitory!” one of my classmates screeched as she ran into the commons room. Todoroki shot her a sly glance that made her retreat almost immediately. As he turned back to me his wicked glance became very soft and kind as he lifted me up and off of his lap, resting me at his side. Taking my chin in his hand once again he leaned in close to me so that I could feel that same warm breath on my lips again. 

“We’ll talk later, okay?” he said as he placed a kind kiss on my cheek. But I wanted an actual kiss. A kiss that came equally from both of us. 

“You got it.” I smiled up at him as he stood up from where he was seated. He placed his cold hand on the top of my head and slowly traced down my cheek and smiled as he made his way out of my dormitory. 

After the day’s classes were finished I made my way back to my classes dorm so I could eat dinner with the rest of my classmates. As I made my way down the road leading towards the student’s village, I felt a warm hand grasp onto my arm and spin me around a few times before pulling me in close. As I opened my eyes to lock onto who it was, I could see those two different colored eyes.

“Todoroki? Shouldn’t you be in training right now?” I asked as he placed one hand on my hip while firmly grasping one of my hands with his free one, slowly swaying the two of us from side to side.

“Nah, it got canceled for today so I thought I’d head on over to see you early.” He let go of my hip for only a second so he could gently lay my head on his shoulder before returning to my hip. We stood there in the middle of the village road quietly swaying together without a word. Just holding each other. After a few moments, he kindly let go of me and took a step back so he could look into my eyes. 

“We should probably head to our dorms now, huh?” he mumbled taking my hand in his as he walked towards our dorms.

“Wait, Shoto.” I said pulling him back towards me. His body forcefully knocked into mine but I held my ground. Wrapping my arms around his neck I pushed his head towards mine and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Realizing what I was doing I pulled away and began crying. Before he could say a word I bolted around him and headed towards my dorm, embarrassed and worried that I had just ruined everything. I ran straight into my classes dormitory, up the stairs towards the girl’s side and headed straight for my room. As soon as I shut the door behind me I fell into my bed and began to sob. Why did I have to be so impulsive? Why couldn’t I have just waited until I knew for sure that this was something he wanted? Was I being selfish? What was wrong with me? I could feel my phone vibrate and I knew it was Shoto, but I couldn’t talk to him now. Not after what I had just done. Laying there in bed, my eyes began to grow heavy, tired from all of the emotions that my body had just gone through. As soon as my mind began to shut down, I heard a quiet knock on the door before it slowly crept open. Too tired to get a good look, I noticed a figure with two different colored eyes walk towards me and sit beside me on my bed as I slipped into a deep sleep. 

The sound of my alarm forced me to pry open my eyes so that I could once again be apart of the world. As I turned to shut it off, I got startled. Todoroki was here. Laying in my bed with his arms wrapped around me, fast asleep. As I gasped at this sight he slowly began to stir until he opened those sweet eyes of his. Tears filled my eyes as I remembered last night’s incident and I moved to get away from him but he tightly grabbed my arm, pulling me into his side.

“Just lay here with me.” He said in a tone I had never heard before. It was almost as if he was scared. I laid my head on his chest and wrapped my arm around his stomach as he rested his head on mine and reached over to lay his hand on my back. We laid here in silence for a few minutes, just holding one another as we did last night. 

“Todoroki?” I mumbled as I shifted my head so I could look at him.

“Hmm?” he said as he cast a glance down at me, slowly beginning to rub my back with his hand. 

“I’m so-” but before I could finish he grabbed my chin, pulling my face towards his, and left a kind kiss on my lips. As he pulled away he looked into my eyes and smiled. 

“I just wanted to know you were ready, that’s why I waited. But now I know you are,” he smirked as he pulled me back in for another, this one more passionate than the last. As we kissed I slowly shifted my body so that I was hovering over him, my hands resting in his hair while his hands gently laid on my back. As we shared our moment together I had almost forgotten that we still had class today. At this realization I quickly pulled away from him and gasped, leaping away from his body.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” he whined as he moved to grab for me but I was too quick.

“Shoto Todoroki! You almost made me forget that I had classes today and now I might be late.” I barked as I scrambled about my room in search of my backpack and uniform. 

“Wait, so you regret having that moment we just had?” he asked in a shy voice, feeling guilty for almost making me miss my classes. 

“Love no, of course not,” I said as I located my backpack and uniform at the foot of my bed, “I just wish we had more time and I didn’t have classes today.”

“Wait, isn’t it the weekend?”

“Yeah, but I missed a test last week so I need to go in for a little while to do a make-up.” Todoroki let out a deep moan as he threw himself back down on my bed. Placing my uniform in my backpack, I walked over to him and smiled.

“Will I see you later?” I questioned as I put his cold hand in mine. He smiled up at me as he remained to lie down on my bed. He looked up at me and a sly grin appeared on his face. 

“Can you show me what I have to look forward to later?” he laughed at his snide comment. I shot him a sly smile as I bent over, letting my hands sift through his hair. I planted a soft kiss on his forehead and let my body fall the rest of the way to grab him in a tight embrace.

“Looks like you’ll just have to wait and see Shoto Todoroki.” I whispered softly into his ear before pulling away. 

“Well, then I look forward to seeing you later love, as I always do.” With a soft smile, I stepped out of my room and quietly closed the door. As I turned around I was met by 3 of my classmate’s faces. 

“Is Shoto in there?” one girl asked, looking behind me to obviously stare at my door. 

“You know we can’t have boys stay the night in our rooms, right?” another said as she began to make her way towards my room.

“Hey! Don’t go in there!” I said, slowly growing nervous that they would walk into my room to find Todoroki laying in my bed. Even though nothing happened, they’d assume the worst and spread the fake gossip like there was no tomorrow. With one last glare, the girls threw open my door and gasped in shock. I hustled over expecting to see my boyfriend resting in my bed, but instead, there wasn’t anyone, but my window was wide open. Good thing I was only on the second floor of my building and Todoroki was an excellent athlete. The girls apologized to me for their assumptions and permitted me to head to my class. With an eye roll, I made my way to my first class of the day, hoping that this day would go by fast so I could be with Shoto once again.

“Alright, class 1-C. Today a few students from class 1-A will be coming into our homeroom to discuss their work-study experiences with you.” our homeroom teacher Midnight grinned brightly. I wonder what students would be coming in to talk with us? Usually, when it comes to the lesser classes, they don’t normally let the important 1-A students waste their time with us, so they send around the less known students instead. We all sat in anticipation, waiting to see what students would be speaking to us today when we finally heard a small knock on the door. They were here. Midnight opened the door and 3 1-A students sauntered in. Izuku Midoriya was first, followed by Tenya Iida, and at the end of their group was Shoto Todoroki. 

“Woah!” The entire class of 1-C was shocked to see such popular students enter their classroom. This was unheard of. I watched as Todoroki scanned my class, as though he was trying to locate where I was seated. As soon as he locked eyes on me, an endearing smile spread across his face as he winked at me. 

Each student took turns as they shared their work-study experiences, discussing battle strategies and ways they learned to get in touch with their own quirks. Each talk was moving and inspiring. In the end, Midnight asked the students from 1-A to take a seat in the class so she could give us all a quick summary and review before releasing the students back to their own class. Of course, Todoroki headed straight towards me as he took a seat in the empty desk behind me. As Midnight wrapped up, I could feel him gently tugging on my hair, calmly playing with each strand. Slowly both of his hands crept up and onto my shoulders, rubbing them softly. A smile grew on my lips as I quickly threw a hand to my mouth to try and hide my blushing cheeks. I could hear him shift in his desk as he moved closer to my ear.

“I love you.” he whispered into my ear. Just as Midnight was finishing her speech and informed the students from class 1-A that they were permitted to leave now, Todoroki planted a soft kiss on my ear and made his way out of the classroom. My body was still, but my mind was racing. Did he, really just say that he loved me? And, I said nothing in return? Suddenly I could feel my arm shoot into the air as I asked to be excused to the restroom. As I rushed out of the room my legs began running, faster and faster so I could catch up to him before he got back to his class. What was I going to say? What am I doing right now? What is happening? It was too late to think up a plan as I could see him just about to reach his class.

“TODOROKI!” I shouted down the hall as I came to a screeching halt halfway down the hall so he wouldn’t notice how out of breath I was. 

“Hey, love what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” he questioned as he hustled over to where I was standing. Without any hesitation, I threw my arms around his neck and set a big, passionate kiss on his lips. After a moment I released my grip and gazed up into his eyes.

“I love you too.” I softly mumbled as I grew shy and cast my eyes down onto my sneakers. Suddenly my chin was cupped in the palm of his hand as he moved my head up so that I was looking into his eyes once more. He smiled at me and pulled me in for another passionate kiss. His hand moved from my chin to my hair as his other arm wrapped itself around my waist. I wrapped my hands in his hair as he pulled me closer to him. The scent of him and the warmth of his presence brought a new sense of love to my heart. I felt safe, peaceful, loved. I never wanted this moment to end. We loved each other, we both truly did.

After about a minute or so he pulled away from me smiling.

“We can continue this later love, but our classes are waiting.” I groaned at this statement because he was right, but I didn’t want to leave him. I grabbed him in a tight hug, his body pressing up against mine as he hugged me back even tighter.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” he whispered back.

[spidermando]

Oh, Merlin {9.0}

Pairing: Eventually Sirius Black X Reader, Readers!daughter x Fred Weasley

Word Count: 1.7K +

Warnings: FLUFF

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”Aren’t they a bit close?” Hermione asked quietly, nodding in the direction of Morgan and Fred. His hand laid on her knee, rubbing up and down soothingly as they both ate breakfast.

“Well, after the whole Max thing, they’ve been all over each other.”

It was true since George cleared everything up with Fred, he’d been smothering the poor girl. Of course, it wasn’t all touching, it was even just him sitting next to her in the Gryffindor common room while she read, or helping her study in the library. She hadn’t complained though; she quite enjoyed the affection. She did, however, wish she could talk to her mother about it.

Y/n would never admit it out loud, but seeing Fred and Morgan together stirred up painful memories. Every time she saw them, she was reminded of the relationship her and Sirius used to share. She was then reminded of his crime; the 12 years he spent in Azkaban, reminded of the complete heartbreak and pain she felt, reminded of how she couldn’t sleep in her bed; because it was too big- too cold, reminded of how she burned half her clothes; because he had brought them for her and reminded of how she lived off minimum sleep for months on end; as her dreams were constantly plagued with the thought of him and her friends dead bodies. She couldn’t help but play out the situation with the young pair, how Morgan would collapse of heartbreak, when she would fall onto the floor and begged that it wasn’t true and then how she’d then destroy their house while she screamed. 

“We better go to class,” George said, drawing the attention of the pair to them.

“Yeah.”

“Probably.”

So as usual, they bid each other goodbye and headed in the opposite direction with their friends. “I’m looking forward to Mrs Trelawney predicting your death again, Harry.” She commented, heading down the hallway with the pair.

“And for her to predict that ‘your heart will break’ for the hundredth time.” Ron laughed, missing the look of concern flood Morgan’s face.

Not that she told anyone, but just like Harry, the teacher’s visions concerned her. A broken heart? Why would her heartbreak? Who would do it? The only thing that crossed her mind was Fred Weasley, the ginger who now held her fragile heart in his hands. She hoped with all her might that he’d continue to treat it frailly because the thought of a slip up destroyed her from the inside out. 

The day went along as normal until the four sat down in the Great Hall for lunch. They were in the middle of eating when Hermione noticed Morgan’s confused stares around the hall.

“What’s wrong, Morgan?” 

Morgan snapped out of her daze, turning back to her friends. “I haven’t seen Fred or George anywhere.’

“I’m sure they’re fin-”

Hermione was cut off by yells in the hallway, Morgans eyes instantly crossed to the doorway, where she found a circle of students gathering. She quickly got up, running ahead of her group and into the people, curious as to what was happening and wondering if it had anything to do with the missing twins. When she finally made it in, she sucked in a breath at the sight that met her.

Fred was standing in the middle, having a yelling match with a short and angry first grader. 

“STAY AWAY FROM HER.” He had yelled, his ears as red as his hair and fists clenched so tight that his knuckles were white.

“I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!” The younger one screamed back, eye’s glazed over with tears begging to escape.

“What’s going on?” Ron’s voice came from beside her, just as confused as she was.

Morgan simply shrugged, also wondering what was going on with the two men. McGonagall suddenly appeared, having pushed her way through the crowd.

“Fred Weasley!” She said, staring at the bright-haired fifth year. “Max Michael!” 

Morgan suddenly understood what was going on but struggled to understand. Were they really fighting over her? Professor McGonagall pulled the two away and towards her office. As the crowd slowly disappeared Morgan spotted George’s familiar hair and made her way over. Deciding it would be easier to play dumb, she fell into step beside him.

“What happened?”

George let out a laugh. “Fred’s been trying to find your mystery gift giver.” He pointed to her bracelet, which she continued to wear every day. She covered it with her hand, blushing slightly. “And finally found a Max in the Gryffindor house. Thought he would have a ‘calm’ conversation with him.” He did quotation marks with his hands.

Morgan sighed and shook her head. “What was he thinking?”

“Probably wasn’t. You know what he’s like when he’s jealous.” George laughed again, also shaking his head. “He started off quiet but it got out of control pretty quickly.”

They continued to talk about class until the bell rang, where they then wished each other goodbye and headed off to their next classes. Double potions was always Morgans least favourite part of the day, especially since Snape glared at her with all his might. She had never understood what was so bad about her but never the less, he hated her as much as he hated Harry.

When the bell finally rang, Morgan ran out of class so Snape couldn’t torture her anymore. She went to her next classes with Harry, Ron and Hermione and eventually the final bell of the day went off. 

They all went down to the Great Hall for dinner, slipping into their usual seats. Morgan smiled as she sat next to Fred, instantly wrapping him in a hug.

“You’re such an idiot.” 

“Yeah,” he laughed into her ear. “But I’m your idiot.”

She pulled away from him, lips tilted up in a smile. “So, what was your punishment?”

“Two days of detention.” Fred shrugged, acting as if he didn’t care that much.

Morgan slapped his shoulder lightly, “that isn’t a good thing.” 

“I know, but I don’t regret it. I’m sure that was the guy.”

Y/N was sitting at the head table, watching the pair as they talked. She couldn’t stop her mind from wandering, even though her heart ached and she started to find it hard to breathe.

They sat at the Gryffindor table, Y/N between Sirius and Remus, James and Peter sitting opposite them. 

“Do you guys have to be so lovely-dovey?” James grimaced, stabbing a piece of bacon. 

“Yes,” Sirius said, hand coming to lay on Y/N’s thigh. “It’s our one year anniversary.”

Morgan smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder. 

“And?” 

“Let them be, James.” Remus responded, rolling his eyes. 

Y/N shot him a thankful smile and continued to eat. A group of Hufflepuff girls walked past the table, giggling as they waved at Sirius. He smiled back but otherwise paid them no attention. That had always frustrated Y/N, Sirius used to be the biggest player in the school and despite the two being together for 365 days (and Sirius putting a stop to any flirting) girls still swooned every time they saw them. Y/N could understand why, he always had been and still was the most attractive boy in the school, but it she still resented anyone who looked at her boyfriend twice. 

“Calm down, love.” Sirus whispered into her ear, still rubbing her thigh.

She didn’t realise she had gone so tense but relaxed as his other hand took hers. “Sorry, it’s just so annoying. They act like I’m not even here!” 

“It doesn’t matter, because you’re the most important and the only girl in my life.” 

His eyes bore into her own and she felt the soft and passion in each word that left his mouth, slowly she began to lean in. Wanting to capture his lips with her own, she could practically feel his lips already against hers before he backed away. It wasn’t a lot, but it was still enough to send the message to her. She realised her mistake, quickly standing to her feet to flee this embarrassing scene. Only for a tug on her wrist to bring her back down and into the lap of Sirius, his lips pressed against hers. His hand coming up to brush some stray parts of hair behind her ear. She felt a little light-headed from the kiss, so her vision wasn’t completely fine once she pulled away to scan his expression.

“You really didn’t think I’d let you go that easy did you?” He chuckled, his eyes always seemed so different every time she got the chance to look into them. Was it wrong that he wanted to stay like this? Because to him, everything felt so right in this moment.

“I don’t know, you didn’t exactly give me a chance to go.” Y/N teased, she went to stand and walk away only for him to pull her in for another quick kiss.

“How are you always so unbelievably, extraordinarily beautiful?” He sounded so unsure of his question she thought he was asking himself that.

“Ew, seriously stop.” James whined.

Y/N smiled despite the ache in her heart. Sure, Sirius was responsible for his best friend’s death, but before all that happened, she truly, utterly and completely loved him. He was perfect, the man who had not only the most stunning looks but the biggest heart; even if he did keep it hidden. She had always felt honoured to be one of the few people who say the real him. 

Apparently, she didn’t though, as he was actually Voldemort’s right-hand man. After everything went down, she had constantly beat herself up. How had she not seen it? Surely there were signs, how had she missed them?

How could she possibly love a man who was so cruel? How could she sleep next to him in bed and feel safe? How could she lay her head on his chest and not feel the poisoned, cold heartbeat? How could she stand in front of him every day, give all of herself to him, to a death eater? How could she?

“Y/n, are you okay?” Remus asked, breaking her from the painful chain of thought. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She knew she was lying and so did he. 

His hand came to rest on hers, which had long since dropped the fork onto her plate. “It’s not your fault.”

Her words were croaky, throat aching and eyes watery. “Wasn’t it?”

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