#his first impulse was to bite the apple and put it back as a joke

[blckbrrybasket]

ᯓ★ 𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

MDNI

SFW

- Soap listens to The Northern Boys religiously.

- Soap is a firm believer in gold star stickers. He can and will be bribed with them.

- Soap has the coldest feet known to mankind and constantly puts them on everyone. No one is safe.

- Soap will do something dumb or cheeky and grin at someone until they notice what he did. (Ghost is usually the victim of this)

- Soap jumps up and smacks the door frame even when he can just reach up to tap it. He stumbles more times than not when he does this. (Ghost comes behind him and just raises his arm to hit the frame)

- Soap is an avid apple juice lover, but NEVER eats whole apples. He’ll strictly eat apple slices or drink apple juice.

- Soap mindlessly does the angry mom lips when he’s focused on something or spacing out. He also sticks the tip of his tongue out the corner of his mouth but accidentally bites it.

- At night Soap stretches and sticks his feet out of the blankets then jerks them back because ‘something might touch grab in the night.’ When he was a kid he refused to get off the bed at night so the ‘bed monster’ wouldn’t get him. He stills shuts the lights off and runs to his room.

- Sprawls out on any surface; floor, bed, couch, you name it and his entire body is covering it. Even you. He’s a big guy, perfect to be your blanket! (Please let him be your blanket he gets so happy when you do)

SFW (serious)

- Soap was catholic for a long time as a kid. He had a hard time sitting still during services which led to him getting into trouble often. Nowadays he still labels himself as Catholic but he doesn’t actively practice anymore. He isn’t sure if he can after what he’s done in the battlefield. If Soap took the time to sit down he’d realize he isn’t very religious, but he still wears a cross necklace. He feels like he needs to.

- While he likes keeping things lighthearted he understands the importance of being serious. If you have a problem he jumps on trying to fix it immediately, slipping a joke or two to lighten the mood, but he never undermines your feelings.

- When he gets home from being deployed he needs to take the first day to be near you. If you’re on the bed or couch you will not be getting up for hours. When you do he has his arms around your waist and shuffles after you. Soap is a lot quieter, but is usually closer back to normal the next day. He needs to grow back into being himself at home.

- Soap enjoys being the funny friend but when he slowly realizes to some people that’s all he’ll ever be he hates it. He so badly wants to be seen as a multilayered human being, but he feels that he’ll only be seen as the “funny/impulsive one.” Soap isn’t proud of his impulse issues. It reminds him of his dad.

- Soap is a huge family man. Lots of sisters, close to his mum, yet when his dad left he wasn’t too torn up. There were too many mixed feelings to navigate it. Some nights when he was younger he laid awake loathing his dad for leaving. Other nights he wanted the ideal version of his dad that had once been in his head to be real. No one took the absence easy, but if he said it didn’t bother him still, he’d be lying.

- ADHD. He was undiagnosed as a kid and got into trouble frequently, but when it didn’t go away it became a problem. Eventually he was diagnosed with ADHD and it explained some of it. Soap has trouble navigating with it. He can be too upfront sometimes and has scared off a few people by not picking up on social cues. Soap truly doesn’t mean to and it becomes one of those memories he thinks of late at night, filled with regret. On those nights he longs to be ‘normal’ or adjacent to.

NSFW

- Soap is the easiest to get hard out of 141. He has a high sex drive, but not to the point its overbearing. You want to fuck? He’s always down.

- Soap turns around all the stuffed animals you own when you’re going to have sex. He also covers their eyes, or where their ears would be, at anything he deems to be ‘unholy’. Most the time its when you’re playfully cursing at him.

- He’s also the most open to new things. Soap tends to get rough sometimes, but he always knows the line. Anytime he wants to be rough he walks through whats good and not. It’s honestly funny seeing him clasp his hands on his lap all serious like when he asks if he can fuck you rough.

- He craves to hit it raw. This man is the definition of “doggy style, sideways, frontwards, upwards, backwards, upside down, tilted, 69, from the back, 360 degrees no condoms, skin on skin.”

- Give him an inch and he’s running a mile. You mention a toy you want or a kink you want to try out? He’s on it!

- Soap does have a small secret though…and if you request for him to dress up in a pretty lingerie set you’d discover it. The delicate lace straining against his bulging muscles as he squirms to not rip or tear it. Chefs. Kiss. It’s one of the quickest ways to get him to sub. He’s so pretty he doesn’t want to go to waste!

- He’s lowkey nasty - in the way that if your makeup or hair isn’t wrecked he hasn’t done a good enough job. Soap doesn’t care how ‘messy’ you look in his eyes you are as beautiful as ever. When tears of pleasure collect in your eyes he could cum from that alone.

- Have I mentioned yet that he can cum untouched? It’s happened multiple times where you’ve talked a big game only to end up in bed with him shooting ropes of cum across the sheets at you kissing his neck. Don’t worry though, he recovers quickly and has stamina for days. He would never leave you hanging.

- He does aftercare, there’s no way would he wouldn’t, but he also is quick to fall asleep. Once he’s set you up and made sure you’re doing the best you can he’s out. If you turn away for one second you’ll hear snores coming from your side, where he lays on the bed.

[pvremichigan]

Oh, God… Autumn stopped his car in the middle of the traffic after noticing a small clumsy dog was about to cross the street, turning his little paws back and forth. Probably, the little creature was overwhelmed by all the honking and lights, which intensified when Autumn made such an abrupt movement.

But, at least he had done something. Even the cop agreed with him and let them both go, shaking the puppy’s paw as a goodbye.

“Alright, my little friend, you gave me a good scare over there, but your owner must be petrified by now. Let’s see who you belong to.”

Autumn drove to the address on the dog’s collar plate, but he first stopped at an apple store for the sake of the tiny little creature biting on the seat belt socket like there was no tomorrow, trying to jump on it, and then hitting his head with the handbrake.

With the puppy in his arms, Autumn knocked at the door. But the answer came from behind. It was rude at first, expected, but then there was relief all over the woman’s face. Riley wagged his tail like he was about to fly from his arms like a helicopter.

“You’re a terrible owner.” Autumn began but stopped. He knew that regardless of the nature of their relationship, Mich must have been scared to death about losing her puppy. Besides judging the dog’s behavior, it might not have been her fault. In the end, she can be mean and impulsive, but she doesn’t seem the type to put her beloved in danger for fun.

“But accidents do happen. Please, don’t take it on yourself. All it matters, Riley is fine.” Autumn offered a smile and let them have their little reunion. 

“Oh, here.” He threw the apple box at her in a casual swing. “He seems a bit of a rebel. This is an airtag, so you can track him if it ever happens again.”

Hearing a knock at the door, she set down the dish she was rinsing off - after a moment of hesitation to avoid socialization - and made her way towards the door. Beaux seemed to sniff at the door with a wagging tail and nervous composure. Almost anticipating something.

Opening the door, she looked tired as ever. However, that fatigue quickly formed into confusion as she saw the boy holding up a now very excited and wiggling Riley. She looked back in the house to assure herself that he was, in fact, not there. Her confusion now stemmed from the forming question of how the fuck he managed to get out.

No joke, she saw him about 10 minutes ago.

“How the fuck did you manage that, dumbass?”

She directed the question to her pup, leaning in to look him in the eyes with a squint. It was like there was no thoughts behind his own eyes. Which she was... Entirely correct on.

“This ain’t the first time. Usually his brother watches him but I guess he managed to sneak out somehow. Thanks for returning him. Surprised you didn’t try to sell him or somethin’.”

Glancing up at Autumn with accusing eyes, it was more a ‘playful’ jab than an actual belief.

Mich reached out to take the pup from his arms. She managed to hold him for about half a second before he flailed about, causing her to drop him from his obsessive wiggling. Once he hit the floor, he ran circles around the living room with a burst of energy. The pup spun rapidly, unfortunately knocking his skull on the corner of the wall to the kitchen. Mich just looked at him with tired, disappointed eyes and sighed out. The movement of Autumn’s toss caught her attention, raising her hand up to catch what was thrown before she even got a chance to turn and look. Upon inspection, she noticed it was some tech shit.

Oh great, don’t let IJ touch this...

“I’ll see what I can do about activating this thing. He usually finds his way home. Today must’ve been a particularly stupid day for him.”

She turned to shut the door, shutting it halfway before opening it partially again for a moment.

“Thanks, though.”

“I mean it.”

“You’re not terrible.”

And thus... She shuts the door.

What ensues beyond the door is some crashing, barking, and Mich yelling. Oh Riley...

What a dumb, dumb dog.

[harveywritings92]

Welcome home!: Hawks x Older! OC

Summary: Keigo (Hawks) age 23 pro-hero #2 and a model who can't cook for crap! so one night after patrol he's wandering back home with his convenience store dinner, and notices a lady, Tsukino Akibara age 27 occupation: Librarian; walking home by herself when he noticed a man was following her, he decided to intervene and walk her home, and as a thank you she makes him dinner, now Keigo can't seem to stay away, though a lot of people are wondering if it's the food or the pretty girl that's keeping him around.

Kino's quirk is called Push-pull: she can telepathically pull people or objects towards her or push them away, the drawback is that is she overuses her quirk can cause temporary blindness.

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"Whoa! you seriously need to eat six bowls of rice for dinner?!" The brunette said gawking at Hawks who nodded downing his fourth helping of rice, he just got done telling the older woman the strict diet the commission had him on since childhood a healthy light breakfast, lunch was always his call, and end the day with a hardy dinner, they're starting to not really care what he eats so long as he does his job! Kino gawked at the winged hero in astonishment she knew Keigo ate lot... but six with every meal?

"How much food should I even cook with that much rice..." she muttered then looked at her tiny blue rice cooker that she's had for years. *The poor thing will never make it...* she mentally shuddered then snapped out of it when Keigo held his bowl out for another helping to go with his hamburger steaks, Kino complied and watched in awe as Keigo downed the half the steak in one bite. *He kind of reminds me of my old dog Poro...* she hummed having mini flash back of her late childhood pet... then was brought out of her reminiscing by the blond holding his bowl out to her. *Another?!* You smiled tightly and went to the kitchen while thinking back to how this all started...

[Tsukino was walking home late after a long day of work walking this late in the night would invoke fear and wariness over every movement creeping in the shadows... Kino however was numb to it all it had been three years since her ex husband left her... the empty silence and loneliness seemed to be her only companions... The brunette didn't even noticed the sleazy man eyeing her, from the bus stop she passed nor did she hear his footsteps coming up behind her...

She was almost in his grasp when a chipper voice called out. "Hey honey! Sorry for not meeting you at the station I fell asleep!" a blond man with red wings smiled sheepishly as he walked up to Kino who looked at the young man bemused, before his gold eyed glanced behind her and he frowned. "Who are you?" he asked briskly the brunette women turned to see her stalker gawking like a deer in the headlights, before putting his hand in his pockets and walking away with his head down. "You gotta be more careful being out this late, I saw him tailing you from the bus stop." Tsukino eyes widened as her hands gripped her bag.

"Thank you...I" she was cut off by the man's stomach growling he blushed putting he hand on his belly. "It was no problem I should probably grab some dinner now." you saw him walking away with bag convenience store bentos, and in a moment of pure impulsiveness Kino grabbed his arm."Say eating premade store food all the time isn't really good for you, um why don't you come over to my place? I'll make you something."  

She wasn't expecting him to say yes, but next thing she knew was making him homemade onigiri which the blond man who introduced himself as Keigo ate in under 30 secs and was getting ready to leave when, Kino stopped him again. "Why don't you comeback whenever you feel hungry after I've grocery shopped of course." again you weren't expecting Keigo to say yes. "All right gimme your number." and with that an odd friendship began....]

That was nearly six weeks ago...

Kino was slack-jawed as she was watching the winged hero still in awe as he asked for another bowl of rice, only to find the cooker completely empty. "I'm outta rice!" she said eye twitching, Keigo said that was fine and continued eating the rest of his food, after his plates were clear; Kino still felt guilty for losing the battle to his monstrous appetite, so she cut up some apples and sprinkled them with some cinnamon sugar and brought them out to Keigo. "Hey, I know you're still hungry sooo..." she trailed off seeing Keigo slumped over her table with his head resting in his arms as his breaths came out steadily. "Huh...ya gotta be kidding me, he fell asleep?" she said surprised putting the bowl of apple slices on the table; Kino went to get a spare blanket and draped it over Keigo's shoulders the wing man didn't even twitch.

"Hero business must really take the wind out of you..." Kino hummed patting him on the head before going back to the kitchen to do the dishes as she was finishing up she heard Keigo wake up. " mm, *checks clock* Oh crap! it’s already this late!?" he sputtered quickly grabbing his goggles and jacket. "Well it looked like you were sleeping well, I didn't want to wake you." Kino said wiping her hands on her apron. "Oh by the way I left some apples..." Hawks cut mouth full. "Aw rlawredy tate em'! (I already ate them!)" he tossed the bowl her way which the brunette caught with her quirk she gawked at the empty bowl astounded and gently set it down on her counter and went to meet Keigo by the door and the winged hero turned to her.

"Thanks for meal Kino, I'll text if I can come again?" 

"You don't have to ask my answer will always be the same."

With that Hawks took off for his night patrol, and Tsukino when to look through her mail pile for that electronic store catalog she saw earlier... 

The next day the silver eyed brunette arrived to a large electronics store, intending on buying a brand new rice cooker, but first decided to have a little fun. testing out video games, playing on the display tablets and lounging in a massage chair for few minutes, Before finding her way to the small appliances aisle.

Kino felt a little overwhelmed by the different Rice cooker brands and tried to remember when she bought her old one and how much it cost, but then remembered she was a broke high schooler living on her own bought it at a yard sale, that was like eight years ago! and she didn't know how long previous owner had it for!

 Eventually a clerk noticed her looking lost and decided to help her, unfortunately the clerk was obviously looking out for their quota and Kino found she'd gone a bit over budget with her new toy..."Looks like I'll be taking double shifts..." she mumbled to herself patting her new Rice-cooker while continuingly telling herself it was a very necessary purchase, and as it turned out it was able to meet all of Keigo's rice needs when he stopped by for dinner again that night! 

a month later...

Kino was woken up by a text from Keigo. {Hey I'm pretty busy tonight, so I won't be able to come over sorry 😞] the short woman blinked as she re-read the text. {Okay! don't push yourself to hard! 😊] she sighed before rolling over to looked at the ceiling wondering what she'll do today... Keigo told her he's interested in western cooking and has never tried pulled pork before she was gonna make that tonight! even searched the internet for a slow cooker recipe that she'd been dying to try out! she puffed out her cheeks as she got up and her vacuumed her living room, then went to do the laundry...

{not noticing the little red feather following her around.} 

"Hmm, maybe I should go visit auntie's grave." She said to herself it had been a while since she went to clean the headstone, she got on the phone with her friend Shun. "Yeah I was thinking of going this Tuesday… yeah I can meet you there, haven't been there since school!" she hung up and looking at the tv to see a KFC Commercial with Hawks flying around eating a bucket of chicken and her stomach growled. "It's lunch time!" She cheered deciding not to cook and got some cup noodles and peach juice, before sitting down to read something...

"I've already read this book." She huffed decided to go to the library (the feather from earlier snuck into her bag) and went to get a few new books and she spied a few magazines with Hawks on the cover, but decided it was too weird reading about someone that she cooks dinner for almost every night and left them alone... 

On her way back the owner of the butcher shop she frequents called to her. "Say missy those Chicken legs you were asking about are on real cheap today!~" Kino smiled at him. "that's okay I'm fine today!" the man looked at her like she grew three heads. "Hey... ya better not be cheating on me with another meat vendor!" he joked the brunette giggled and waved him off.

"Tonight dinner will be whatever I want." she mumbled as made her way home as soon she got home Kino sat down to read a book on the rules soccer as her cousin's son had joined a club was curious. "Holy crap!...I never thought kicking a ball around would be so complicated!" she sputtered gawking at all the rules and regulations. "Urhg, all this sports jargon making my head spin, think I'll take a bath." she said getting up from the beanbag she was sitting in and going over the a pink drawer and pulling a purple bottle out of it.

"Shun gave these bath-bombs for a birthday gift, never really used them before." she said getting the bath ready as Kino was opening wrapping on the bath bomb, nearly choke on her spit when she saw it was Easter themed it was supposed to looked golden chicken but instead "hehe.. it-IT LOOKS JUST LIKE KEIGO! HAHA!" the feather that was chilling outside her bathroom bristled as she burst out laughing as she put it in the water. "Oh wait... I should've taken photo, dang!"

Now that she got a few minutes to think to herself quietly Kino didn't realize how lonely she was feeling. "Spending the whole day alone like this... feels long and tiring." she sighed then noticed her arms and belly were looking kind of gummy... "Jeez... A month of eating the same meals as Hawks and without excising I'm starting to get pudgy..." she huffed getting out of the bath, later when she was getting ready for bed Kino stayed up to do a word search puzzle when she heard something on her balcony... scared she looked around for a weapon as using her quirk would be a bad call in this situation, as she didn't want to accidentally kill someone; grabbing a random object she crept towards her balcony door.

The short woman swallowed hard as she opened the door only be greeted by Hawks sitting on her railing sipping a can of coffee. "Keigo?" Kino blinked bemused as the blond turned to look at her. "Oh hey you are awak...why are you holding a toaster for?" he asked brows scrunched up in confusion, the silver eyed brunette looked down at what she was holding, sure enough! in her frazzled she grabbed the toaster to defend herself with. "Uh.. I was just putting it away..." she said using her quirk to put it back on the counter, the wing hero hummed as the brunette cleared her throat.

"So what are you doing here?" 

"I'm taking a break from mid-night patrol, figured I'd see if you were awake.."

"Oh, so you going back out?"

"In about five minutes, why?"

Hawks cocked a brow as Kino was quiet for a moment he frowned mentally preparing for her to try and kiss him or try and drag him to bed with her, (like all the other girls that just wanted to be friends...) instead he was confused when she told him to sit tight for a second, and disappeared in inside she came out couple minutes later. "Hold your hand out." she said Keigo complied and Kino grab his hand the blond felt shock go through him, and his wings fluffed up a little as the brunette woman gave him this a small bundle wrapped in a cloth. "A bento!" she chirped as Keigo's jaw dropped slightly he looked down at the bento then back at her stunned.

" I don't have anything warm other than onigiri though..." she said apologetically as Hawk kept looking at her wide-eyed then shook his head. "Urm, it's fine thank you...I gotta go." he muttered avoiding eye contact his ears were burning as he took off into the sky. "Goodnight Keigo! be safe!" Kino called after him before turning in for the night.

{Meanwhile the head of the commission received pictures of Hawks frequently visiting as certain brunette and did not take kindly to this one bit. and decided to put an end to to these little trysts at once. "I look forward to meeting you miss Akibara." she smirked confidently... Not realizing just who she was threatening.} 

[britishboystm]

It’s Always Been You (Tom Blake Smut)

warnings: angst, smut, death

word count: 4,723

a/n: I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve written for Tom

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Tom had always been a good friend. His family did cherries and yours did apples.

Before the two of you were born, your fathers went into business together and shared a booth at the Saturday market in your town. Both your mothers were thick as thieves and had gotten pregnant around the same time, and you were born a month after Tom. It was safe to say you were never going to leave each other’s sides.

You did everything together, well until your father became worried that you were becoming too much like a boy by spending so much time with Tom. You’d fondly remember the times the two of you would go down to the river and stand in the water up to your knees trying to see who could catch the most tadpoles. The two of you would usually come back to yours or his farm around dinner time covered in mud and dirt up your waist. Your mother always complained that she couldn’t see your pretty face due to the muck that was often smeared on it. Because of all this you ended up being sent to a private girls school a few miles south, where you weren’t allowed to see Tom unless it was Christmas.

You secretly wrote to one another though during your time at boarding school and when his father passed away from pneumonia you were his only real support system other than his brother. His mother went into a bad depression after his father's death so he was left to grieve his father's passing alone.

Once your learning was finished, you did not hesitate to come home and help on Tom’s farm again. Tom’s mother would pay you to pick cherries since your father had sold his orchard.

But things had changed when you came home. Tom was no longer the little chubby boy who you could mess around with and make mud pies and pretend to eat with. His hair had darkened and his shoulders had broadened. Not to mention he now towered you. He was a man. And a handsome man at that. You never noticed that about him before.

The glances you shared now didn’t hold the same innocence it once did. There was something different in his chilly blue irises. His gaze would last a little too long when you would bend over to pick up the barrels of cherries and whenever the two of you rinsed them by the big well, he always found a way to sneak a small graze of your hand so you wouldn’t forget he was there beside you.

But those flirtatious moments didn’t last forever when war was declared in Britain. Almost immediately, Joe was sent off to fight for king and country. Tom didn’t need to but because Tom had to always be the same as Joe or one up him, he had kept saying he was going to enlist as well. You didn’t take it seriously until one day Tom came running down the driveway to meet you and his mom, who were depitting the last batch of the season.

“I did it, I did it!” You frowned in confusion at his obvious excitement as he hopped around with a letter in hand. His mother grabbed the letter from him quite quickly and nearly fainted after reading the first two lines. The two of you quickly grabbed her and called it a night, bringing her into the house.

His mother was in shambles and was now seated on the couch while she sobbed into her hands. She didn’t even have the desire to cook dinner. That’s when you knew things were bad.

“What did you do?” You say to Tom as he sorrowfully watched his mom cry.

“I enlisted, I’m leaving next week to fight in France.” It was now your turn to almost faint as you grab the kitchen table beside you.

“Have you gone mad?” You breathe out as you take a seat to steady yourself.

“No I haven’t. If Joe can do it so can I!” His voice raised in anger as he crossed his arms over his chest, obviously upset at the double standards that were set for him and his older brother.

“That is not what this is about Tom. Joe is gone, there is nothing we can do about that. But you? It was so easily avoidable but you’ve gone and ruined everything. How selfish can you be? Who will your mother have if both you and Joe don’t return home? Who will I have?” You begin to choke up near the end and let a single tear slip down your cheek.

Tom sighs and storms out of the kitchen, probably heading upstairs to freshen up while you prepare the dinner since Mrs. Blake clearly wasn’t well enough to.

You focused on making dinner as Mrs. Blake and Tom sat in the living room, not speaking to one another. What was there to say? Tom knew yours and his mother’s thoughts on it all and he was too stubborn to be convinced to not leave.

Once dinner was ready everyone sat at the table and ate quietly. Again no words were spoken and the tension was so thick amongst the three of you. None of you were able to finish due to the unsettling feeling you all shared so you finally gave up and collected the half eaten dishes and placed them into the sink.

“I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” Mrs Blake said as she slowly got up and weakly walked up the stairs to her room. She looked so frail and worn out that it made you even more mad at Tom for the pain he was already causing.

You stood at the sink and faced away from Tom as he stayed put at the table. The only sounds that filled the room was the clashing of dirty plates and running water.

This was all such a mess.

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Later that night you found yourself sitting on the haystack in the Blake barn with the doors wide open as you stared out at the navy night sky. Stars adorned the sky. They continued to shimmer, unaware of the fact that your world was falling apart at the seams. Funny how time and space works, you thought. So many other thoughts rattled around your brain, all of them making you want to cry.

You were so deeply focused on your little world that you didn’t initially hear Tom walk in.

“Couldn’t sleep either huh?” He said before walking up and taking a seat beside you on the hay.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” You don’t respond but rather stare out into nothing with an emotionless expression.

“The least you can do is talk to me.” He says, nudging you lightly to lighten the mood.

“I wanted to marry you.” You blurt out of nowhere in a montone way. There was a good chance he was never coming home so at this point you felt as though you had nothing to lose.

He bowed his head in shame and twiddled his thumbs, clearly trying to absorb this big bombshell.

“Really?” He says finally looking at you and trying to hide his excitement.

“Yeah but at this point it’s foolish to think like that, considering I may never see you again.” You finally look at him with hurt in your eyes which he matches almost immediately.

“Y/N I-“ He tries to say something but you are quick to cut him off.

“Why is this so important to you?” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair before getting more comfortable in his spot.

“I don’t know. I feel as though I have lived my entire life being the lesser of the two brothers. Joe has always been the golden child that I wanted to prove myself. That I can be courageous and brave just like him.” You bite your lip from saying anything that may hurt him. It made sense why he would do this but you still hated the idea.

“Aren’t you afraid?”

“Of course I am. I’m scared shitless. But I’ve been scared shitless my entire life.” You sigh and the two of you sit in silence for a while, nothing but the sound of crickets and the warm night breeze floating by.

“Promise you won’t laugh?” He says out of the blue, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. You nod in return, silently telling him there is no reason to feel judged by you.

“There is one more thing I’m scared of.”

“And what’s that?”

“I shouldn’t say. It’s so bloody embarrassing.”

“What? No! You have to tell me now! That isn’t fair!”

“Okay fine.” He sighs.

“Spit it out then.” You say with an urgency to your voice.

“I’m scared of dying a virgin.” Your eyes go wide and you look over to him to see if he is joking or not. When you see him looking down at his lap shamefully, a blush creeps upon your face. You had never really discussed those things before. Especially with him.

Girls talked about it when you were in private school but you didn’t usually have anything to contribute.

“Oh.” Is all that you are able to get out.

“I’m sorry, I should have just kept that to myself. Forget I said anything.” He begins to ramble, clearly trying to backtrack on his last comment.

“There is no reason to feel ashamed of those type of things Thomas. Those are normal worries people have.”

“You think so?” He says hopefully.

“Of course. I also get scared by the idea of never being able to feel that way with someone. It’s natural.” It was now his turn to blush. Oh to be the one to make you feel that way, he thought.

“Tom?” You finally say, bracing yourself for his response.

“Yes?” He says back.

“You know. If we both share this fear, we could always… get rid of it together.” He is speechless and his jaw drops as he stares at your nervous expression.

“Do you really want to?” He finally gets out.

“Well, we know each other and we are good friends. I also feel very comfortable with you which is important.”

“Right but we aren’t married.”

“At this point Tom I don’t really care about that. I need to vent all of these emotions somehow.”

“Oh.”

“What?”

“So that’s what this is about. You want to fuck out your feelings because I’m leaving?” He seemed a little hurt by this. Like this was simply an impulse or an itch that was aching to be scratched. That was part of it but it was mostly the fact that you’ve wanted him to be your first the minute you returned home and saw just how much of man he had become. You loved him and he was now giving you a free pass to finally fulfill your desires.

“No, Tom that is not it. I want to lose my virginity and to be quite honest, I couldn’t think of anyone else I would want to lose it to.”

“Really?” A cocky smirk came upon his lips as he leaned in and nudged you slightly. You rolled your eyes in response and scoffed.

“Okay you don’t need to get all cocky about it.” He laughed before trying to start something by catching your gaze in his.

And with no warning Tom pounced on you and began kissing your neck roughly which caught you off guard.

“Tom get off! What are you doing?” You squeal as you push him away.

“What? I thought you said you wanted to lose your virginity to me. I leave next week remember?” Your glare is piercing as you stood up.

“I didn’t mean here at this very moment! God can you at least give me a warning before you try and pull something like that?” He falls back a bit onto the hay bale with an exasperated sigh, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

“Sorry.” He says realizing his wrong doing. You weren’t just an inanimate object that could just be used whenever. Contrary to what your father always believed, you were a person of integrity and if you needed time, then by god you were doing to get the respect you deserved.

“I think I will go to bed now.” Your words are soft as you turn around and hesitantly head out into the vast land of the Blake farm. You couldn’t help but look back to see Tom sitting there, embarrassed. Millions of thoughts swam around but one kept finding itself coming back again and again. That specific feeling that came whenever Tom did chores around the barn that made his muscles flex was coming back and even though you had just rejected him, the feeling was growing more and more.

“Fuck it.” You say under your breath before you quickly turn around and plop down onto his waist in a straddle, causing him to let out a groan at the sudden impact.

He looks at you in confusion, and right before he could say another word you quickly attach your lips to his. The kiss was aggressive and feverish as your hands threaded through his hair, gripping it tightly to get him to part his lips. As a result he let out a small gasp at your fingers tugging at his roots and your tongue swirling around his mouth. This was your first ever kiss and soon to be first ever time so you weren’t going to hold back. Not if it was with Tom.

Everything felt so right in that moment. Just two nineteen year olds using the last bit of time together before probable tragedy. You had a gut feeling that Tom was never going to walk up that long gravel driveway ever again. You shooed those horrid thoughts away.

“Tom.” You sigh against his plush lips. He pulls away and intently looks into your eyes, worry evident on his face.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked. You couldn’t help but giggle at his puppy like demeanour.

“Of course not. You are being so kind Tom.”

Your gaze then suddenly becomes transfixed with his white button shirt. Then without a second thought your hands grazed up and down his covered chest before you began to unbutton the first three, exposing his sternum. You look up to see him intensely watching your actions, his breathing beginning to increase.

“Are you sure Y/N?” He says while his hands run up and down the sides of your basic grey dress.

“Only if you are.” You whisper back. Taking this as affirmation he flips you around and lays you gently on the cushiony yet scratchy hay that held the both of you off of the dirty ground of the barn.

“You know I have always, thought, you were, so beautiful.” He says in between kisses along your face. You smile softly at his words and sigh, allowing yourself to fall deeper into the hay.

“Thomas Blake you always knew how to make a girl blush.” He chuckles at this and stops kissing you, holding himself up above your body.

“You remember the time your parents invited the Darby’s to Christmas Dinner. How it was your first year back from St. Clares and because they were the richest family in town, your parents tried to set you up with their son Richard?” You roll your eyes.

“Tom what does this have to do with us having sex right now?” You were growing slightly impatient.

“Wait, let me finish love.” You sigh and shift slightly to grow more comfortable. This may take some time, you thought.

“I remember I was so mad because your parents wouldn’t let me play with you. They basically threw you to Richard and I had to watch them try to play matchmaker. At the time I believed that I was angry because I wasn’t allowed to play with my best friend since you had been away for so long. But years later I looked back at that moment and I realized that I was jealous. Jealous at the fact that you were paying all of your attention to Richard and not me. Of course your parents made you but I remember making Richard my sworn enemy that day. Stupid huh?” You smile and run a hand down his cheek.

“No not at all. I can’t believe you remember that.” His words made you think for a moment. He had been in love with you for so long and you didn’t even notice.

“Tom?” You ask.

“Yes Y/N?” Your body almost turned to jelly at his readiness to do anything for you. The adoration was so obvious that “in love” could easily be stamped on the slightly older boy's forehead.

“Would it be crazy to say I am, whole heartedly, absolutely, in love with you Thomas Blake?”

“No it wouldn’t.” He laughed.

“And would I be absolutely mad to say that I am, insanely, crazily, in love with you Y/N L/N?” You shake your head with a smile and with that he leans in once more and continues the eventful night with a loving yet lustful kiss.

His hands begin to have a mind of their own as they roam your body. After exploring most of your many curves, his left hand slowly made its way under your dress, lifting it slightly and beginning to touch you over your knickers.

“Oh my.” You gasp out as he places a tad bit of pressure on your clit.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, watching your reactions intently.

“Very tingling, ve-very g-good.” You try to get out in between gasps. He smirks proudly at this and begins creating circles against the fabric that covers your centre.

“Off. Off Tom, please.” You slightly beg. Wanting to make you feel good, Tom begins to slide your knickers down your legs and chucks them off to the side.

“Can I see?” He asks sheepishly. You curve your neck so you can see him down between your legs.

“Yes.” You respond. With a steady hand, Tom lifts your dress, dropping it up around your waist and groans at the sight of your exposed, glistening cunt.

“Wow.” Is all he can say.

“Tom!” You whine, unable to bear the throbbing feeling between your thighs.

“Sorry, just got distracted.” He mutters. Tom then leans in and lets out a hot breath. Your legs clench at this and Tom becomes aware with just how sensitive you really are.

“I’m going to kiss you here. Is that alright darling?” You nod weakly and with that his lips attach to your centre. A moan is drawn out of you almost instantly.

“Fuck. This cannot be your first time.” You blurt out, clutching his hair. He smirks against you before he sits up again and places a long kiss on your awaiting lips.

“Just you darling. It’s always been you.” You giggle in response and wrap your arms around his neck and pull him flush against you.

“Y/N I don’t know how much longer I can last without putting my cock in you.” He spurts out in pent up frustration.

“Charming words there.” you scoff before he begins to unbutton his dirty work slack and push them down his legs.

“Can I unlace you’re-“ you sit up, already knowing what he is about to say. Your hands swing to the back of your dress and you quickly begin to unravel the back, letting it fall off your upper body. Your breasts were perked to the air from outside.

“Christ.” He says before leaning down and taking one breast into his mouth. He is slow and gentle with his actions, clearly showing you how important this moment was for him. With small mewls leaving your lips every once in a while, you ran your fingers through his hair again. This time you made sure to be more soft on his scalp.

“I’m ready, are you?” He whispers as he moves his mouth up to your jaw, hands still caressing your bosom. You nod slowly which makes him smile. It was finally going to happen.

He brings himself up again and places his hands on either side of your head.

You take a moment to take in his member. The only time you had seen one was when you snuck an anatomy book from the library when you were in school. Seeing one in real life was a whole new experience

He notices your stare and smirks.

“Everything alright?” He asks.

“I don’t know. It’s so different from the books. This is all so new to me.”

“It’s alright darling. We will learn together.” You nod in response and before you knew it, he was beginning to insert himself into you.

The feeling was so forgein and awkward that you had to smack him to stop.

“Ow fuck, Tom stop!” He quickly removes himself and holds you into his chest.

“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” You grab him tighter in thanks and lean away a tad to look at his concerned face.

“It feels so tight. Could you maybe use your fingers first?” He nods and slips a hand down your dress again. One finger is dipped inside and you let out a sigh of relief. This was a lot easier to manage, you thought.

“Oh Thomas that feels so good.” You say. He smiles and takes your praise to allow himself to enter a second finger. Your legs clench a tad as he moves his fingers in and out, every once in a while, spreading your increased wetness along your slit.

“I think I’m ready now.” You say. It didn’t take much for him to remove his fingers and lick off your wetness. Then he positioned himself the same way he did not that long before. His member slipped into you and this time around it felt a lot less uncomfortable. It still caused a pressure but not enough for you to scream bloody murder.

“Should I move?” He asks. You were doing it. This was no longer a dream or a fantasy. Thomas Blake was staring down at you with his cock inside at the hilt.

“God yes.” You moan while throwing your head back and closing your eyes. Tom began retracting his hip and then swirled them around before pushing forward again.

“Fuck me.” He cries out.

“I’m so happy we did this.” He says. You grip his shirt and open up the rest of the buttons, allowing the rest of his torso to be revealed to you. Your hands ran up and down his chest and soft stomach.

“Slow down.” You whisper gently. He nods and his movements start to calm. His eyes are entranced by yours and you can’t help but notice tears in his eyes.

“Are you crying?” You ask.

“I’m going to miss you so much.” He whimpers back, as he continues to move back and forth within you. Tears began brimming your eyes and as you both let tears fall through your orgasms, you pulled him flush against you.

“Come home to me.” You kept repeating.

“I promise.” He would say back with as much of a clear voice he could muster up.

And with that your legs begin to shake and you let out an elongated moan. His seed spills deep inside of you and as he removes himself from your core you can't help but feel it drip down your inner thigh.

“I love you Thomas Blake.”

“I love you Y/N L/N.”

———

You stared blankly out the kitchen window as you dried off the plates from lunch. The sky was a gloomy grey but no rain fell. Mrs Blake sat silently in the living room, knitting a small bonet with yellow yarn.

Your mind was somewhere else that you hadn’t initially noticed a car pull up and a soldier stepping out, letter in hand.

The plate you had been drying crashes in the soapy water beneath you and you quickly dry your hands on your apron as you attempt to run out the front door.

��Mrs Blake?” The man asks as you open the door rather frantically.

“No but she’s in. Iris!” You call out. She walks slowly from her chair and situates herself beside you.

“I’m Mrs Blake.” Her words were shaky. It was almost as though she knew exactly what was about to come out of the man's mouth.

“We regret to inform you that Thomas Blake was killed in action on April 6th. His belongings will be sent to you in the next couple of weeks. We are sorry for your loss and the rest of the information given will be found in this letter.” And with that the man looked down at your stomach and sighed with sorrow before handing over the letter and walking back to the car.

Your legs went numb instantly. The only sounds you could make were loud gut wrenching sobs. You clenched your stomach as you held onto the door frame for support.

“He’s gone Iris! My beautiful Tom is gone!” She grabbed you and mixed your sobs with hers. Myrtle and the puppies were now at your feet, grazing your calves in a calming matter, almost as though they had known what had happened.

“My boy!” She lets out.

“My baby boy!”

————

Dear Y/N,

I can safely say that this is one of the hardest letters I have ever had to write. I am sure you have gotten the news before this gets to you so I want to say that I am so sorry for your loss. Tom was nothing but a good, selfless man who cared for others so deeply. Before he died, his only wish was that I wrote to you and his mother. He talked about you every chance he could. The stories from when the two of you were little, how you were the most beautiful being that he had ever seen. How him replaying your laugh in his head was the only way to get him to sleep at night when things were tough here in the trenches. He didn’t die in vain. He died knowing that he fulfilled his duty of loving you each waking moment, even if it saddened him he couldn’t do it alive for much longer.

I remember his last words to me so very clearly.

“Tell my beautiful Y/N I love her. That I will always be with her.”

He handed me this picture of the two of you together. There is some blood on it but he would have wanted you to have it nevertheless. I hope this gives you peace during these trying times and god bless Y/N.

Sincerely,

William Schofield

“Mommy, mommy look!” A small voice calls out. You drop the letter and picture of you and Tom staring longingly at each other that you had read and looked at so many times before to see your son holding a small pool of water in his hands.

“What do you have there?” You call out. He then runs up from the river and drops down beside you under the willow tree you were situated at.

“I caught a tadpole!” He says proudly.

“That’s amazing Thomas!” He smiles at your encouraging words before running back down to the water. You watched him intently as he giggled in entertainment. Sometimes you had to let out steady breaths to stop yourself from crying. He was truly the spitting image of his father, a mini Tom if you will. The icy blue eyes and the chocolate wavy hair gave him away so easily. It pained you so much to wake up and see your Tom in him every day, but it was also a blessing in disguise. Even though Tom was no longer around, he had left you a gift that you could never thank him enough for. Tom Jr was so sweet and kind and loved making friends with everyone he came across, just like his father. He was your support system and you both adored each other. He was your best friend.

And for that, you were internally grateful to Mr. Thomas Blake.

[dumb-hat]

D&D Class Traits - Evander Winsome

Bold what definitely applies to your muse. Italicize what somewhat applies to your muse.

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽   »   toothy  grins,  stories  around  the  campfire,  clothes  covered  in  pet  hair,  hot  temper,  old  jeans, heartbeat  in  head,  potatoes  and  steak,  beaded  jewelry, bruises  like  galaxies, mementos, backpack  stuffed  full,  craigslist  furniture, spontaneous  road  trips, air  ripped  from  lungs

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳   »   homemade  bread, white  lies, easily  excited,  trying  on  hats,  band  geek, pep  talks, no impulse  control,  sunsets,  vintage  fashion,  long  showers,  selfies, following  dreams (Not always his own), rosy  cheeks,  song  mash-ups,  pink  lemonade  with  tequila,  loves  easily, animated  storyteller,  full  of  comebacks

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲   »   list  of  wishes,  biting  their  tongue, band-aids  and  neosporin, shoulder  to  cry  on,  morning  sun,  necklaces, trial  and  error,  homemade  quilts, formal  clothing,  astrology  fan, messages  in  bottles,  pleated  braids, speaking  up  for  friends, feathers, motivational  quotes, vivid  dreams

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳   »   bird  watching, shy  kid,  wind  chimes, trying  to  whistle,  summer  camp, apple  orchards, lost  in  their  head,  glow-in-the-dark  stars  on  the  ceiling,  hoodies, thrift  shopping, saving  worms  off  the  sidewalk, pig  latin, bare  feet, thunderstorms, numb  fingers,  braided  hair,  naming  potted  plants

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁   »   goosebumps, leather  jackets,  adventure,  chewing  nails,  cares  deeply  but  can’t  show  it,  bronze  locks,  no  sleep,  taste  of  iron,  netflix  binges,  never  forgets, combat  boots,  stories  behind  scars,  table  for  one,  official  soundtracks, sore  calves, trusts  themselves  the  most

𝙼𝙾𝙽����   »   always  trying  to  be  better, wanderlust,  meditation, sweat  pants, old   photographs,  yoga, sleeping  in  hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist  design,  a breath  of  fresh  air, baby  animals,  volunteering,  perfectionist,  doesn’t  care  about  fashion,  healthy  snacks,  noticing  the  little  things

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽   »   school  uniforms, thick  jackets, sleeping  with  the  windows open, logical  advice,  scrapbooking,  compasses, i  fight  for  my  friends (may put up a token resistance; will cave every time),  sculpture  gardens, cold  morning  air, big  soul, likes  routine, secret  romantic, last  to  get jokes, sunflowers,  practical  presents,  misty  weather

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁   »   herbal  tea, smell  of  rain,  blinking  away  tears, camping  trips, collecting  bones,  swiss  army  knives,  first  impressions, anxious  thoughts,  bobby  pins (for locks, not hair),  burnt  marshmallows,  too  competitive,  clothes  lines,  messenger  bags, holding  grudges,  gets  along  better  with  animals  than  people

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴   »   flirtatious  sarcasm,  candid  photos, lost  phone chargers, adrenaline  rush, picking  dirt  out  from  beneath  their  nails,  social  chameleon,  clashing  clothes, self-deprecating  jokes,  claw  machines, sits  in  chairs  wrong,  smudged  eyeliner,  has  too  many  sunglasses,  eats  nothing  or  everything

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁   »   infectious  laugh,  family  trees,  shivers  down  their  spine,  lipstick  and  roses,  mood  swings,  clumsy,  believing  in  destiny,  high  expectations, sleeping  in  darkness,  collection  of  nail  polish, passionate,  good  grades  but  never  studies,  poetry  books,  blowing  kisses,  not  knowing  their  own  strength

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺   »   knowing  everyone’s  secrets,  backpack  covered  in  pins,  envy,  being  in  walmart  late  at  night,  earl  grey,  selective  memory,  conspiracy  theories  and  cryptids, key smashing, need  to  know  basis,  can’t  cook,  bags  under  eyes, experimental  art,  flickering  bulbs,  black  clothing  all  year  long

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳   »   piles  of  textbooks,  cat  in  lap (sheep, crab, drone),  keeping  a  diary, indecision, scented  candles, studying  alone  in  a  café, lingering  touches,  museum  dates, unanswered  questions, taking  on  too  much  responsibility,  collections, chalk  dust,  comfy  robes,  unnecessary  apologies, coming  home  after  a  long  day

Tagging: I’m leaving this one open. If you wanna do it, consider yourself tagged. Just make sure to tag me back or let me know so I can see it!

Tagged by: @kestrelvylbrand, @luck-and-larceny, @1morefairytale

[himbowelsh]

hey! can i request the valetine’s day prompt for joe liebgott!! 🥺💛 thank u friend!! :)

@noneofurbusinez asked :   i am asking you for some liebgott valentine alphabets. do you accept?

valentines day alphabet  ( accepting! )

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

He’s got a very carefully guarded tender side, and Joe’s affection is exactly that  ---  softer than expected. Physical contact is easy for him, so he loves that; he definitely shows his affection through touch, whether claps on the back or more sensual caresses.

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

Oh god, he’s absolutely not a bouquet type of person. The only reason he’s ever been in a garden was because he got lost and literally couldn’t find his way out. He tramples flowers and thinks they’ll grow back fine. Florists have him on a watchlist.

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

Bitch, he doesn’t have a favorite. Give him any chocolate, give him all chocolate. Once someone left a box of Hersheys’ bars in the sun for hours; Joe claimed them before they could be thrown out, and had the time of his life just slurping hot chocolate sauce.

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Definitely not your stereotypical romantic date. He’d love to just...  explore somewhere new, to be honest  ---  to make off with his partner and see what kind of hell they can raise. Joe’s got a naturally intrepid and curious nature, interested in other places, other things...  he likes just wandering sometimes, and seeing where they end up. Having someone who’ll do this with him is just living the dream.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

For the love of god, please hug him. Joe wants hugs more than he knows how to admit; he’s thirsty for them. When given the opportunity, he will be a complete cuddlebug, but nothing makes him happier than having someone else initiate it first. However prickly his exterior might be, he loves physical contact, and really loves holding and being held. His hugs can be a little playful  ---  he might make a dirty joke or press cold hands to his partner’s back  ---  but overall he just wants to hold someone for a long time.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

He’s got this wink that leaves whoever’s on the receiving end feeling mildly dirty and a little overheated all at once. Joe knows he’s a handsome guy, knows the sort of effect he has, and carries himself with confidence. Flirting isn’t something he has to try hard at; it comes easy to him, and he’s shameless with it.

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

Well...  he tries. He gives it his best effort. That’s the absolute most generous thing anyone can say about him, because showing up to a kid’s birthday party with a pack of socks or rocking up to Christmas with grill charcoal is not good gift giving, Joe. He tries to be thoughtful; his gifts always seem like good ideas at the time.

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

That’s the thing. Joe’s lived and learned enough to know that he shouldn’t...  but it’s not something he ever means to do. He’s a passionate guy, and doesn’t realize he’s falling in love ‘til he’s already too deep to get back up. It should scare him, but when he loves, he loves hard.

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

He has a gross soft side which comes out whenever he lets his guards down, and he feels comfortable doing this with no one moreso than his partner. Joe will say it a thousand times, just for the two of them alone. He’ll whisper it in their ear in public; he’ll trace hearts in the back of their hand while watching a movie; he’ll pull them close and mutter it over and over into the crook of their neck, just inhaling their presence. Joe loves saying “I love you”, but for him it’s a private thing. He doesn’t need to put it on display, because no one gets a piece of their love  ---  no one gets to love his partner the way he does.

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Yeah, and he’s not subtle about it. He’ll straight-out ask his partner, “hey, what’s up with that guy? what’s he think he’s doing, touching you like that?” or, if he’s in a pissy mood, “what are you laughing with them for? I’m not funny enough for you?” It’s something he’ll grumble about, but there’s a line with Joe between sulky and genuinely upset. Once that’s crossed  ---  like, if something’s been going on too long, or he feels like someone ought to know better  ---  there might be fireworks.

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Joe Liebgott has a dirty, dirty mouth, and he knows how to use it. He’s rough with his kisses, very passion-fueled, impulse driven; it’s all about taking and giving in return, a fragile equilibrium that Joe subconsciously understands how to tread. He never leaves his partner unsatisfied. All about the lip bites, and he definitely never restricts himself to mouth-to-mouth for long  ---   he’s a traveller. If he can kiss someone’s neck, their ear, their collarbone...  Joe’s kisses happen in four different places at once. He can be overwhelming sometimes, which is just how he likes it.

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

He loves his Ma to death  ---  would literally murder for her, or at least help her hide the body, because she’s more than capable of doing it herself. Joe’s very devoted to his family; to everyone he loves, really. That can have its downsides, too  ---   if he feels like he needs to put distance between himself and his loved ones, he’s more likely to do it fast, like ripping off a band-aid, because he thinks it’ll hurt less.

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   is morning or night a more romantic setting?

He’s a morning person, regrettably, but that doesn’t mean he wants to, like...  have sex and stuff. No way. There’s stuff to see, things to visit, places to do... he’s more tired at night, but a tired Joe is at his softest and most romantic.

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

Again, it’s all about the mouth, baby. He’s everywhere at once, just...  exploring. There’s really no stopping him; once he sets his mind to pleasuring his partner, he’s gonna make it good, and no one gets to rush him. Really into hair pulling  ---  his own, not his partner’s  ---  and loves to fight for dominance in bed. If his partner is putting up a good fight, trying to wrestle with him for control, it’s a huge thrill. Don’t get him wrong, Joe loves enthusiastic consent. He craves it  ---   getting to get under his partner’s skin, get them to make those noises, to gasp his name until they’re screaming it, so out of their mind with pleasure that they don’t stand a chance of keeping quiet...  Joe’s a dirty talker, sometimes rougher than he means to be, but very enthusiastic in bed.

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

He...  jesus, fuck, he doesn’t know. Shit. He tries? Yeah. Fuck. Fuck yeah, he tries, he gives it his damn best, stop fucking questioning him, huh?

(Boy’s got a filthy mouth.)

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

B o o b i e s .  No, okay, Joe likes...  he likes something to hold onto, okay? He’s a skinny bastard as it is, but wouldn’t like that in a partner at all. He needs something, be it muscle or softness or something else.  Curvy girls and muscley guys are both exactly his type. Aside from that  ---  Joe needs someone who’ll scream at him, okay? It’s not a kink, except maybe it is, except he needs it sometimes. He needs it like he needs to remember to eat and sleep and pee; he needs a partner who’s not afraid to deck his goddamn halls, and remind him to get his head out of his ass. Joe will holler back, and he needs someone who won’t be intimidated by that; it’s a massive catharsis for both of you to just scream sometimes.

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

He’s got this, guys. It’s okay, he’s got this. Joe has cycled through about a dozen Perfect Ways to pop the question. Inevitably, when he does, it will be nothing like he had planned; it might even be spontaneous, like over a bucket of chicken wings, or in the middle of an argument. It just comes out, because it’s been on his mind for so long, that he can hardly believe he and his partner aren’t married at this point. How fast can they fix that?

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

He’s not...  a romantic guy, definitely not. He’s not good at all the “candles and gondola rides” cliches...  but Joe’s romantic in his own way. He’ll think up surprises just to get a grin out of his partner, watch their favorite movies to cheer them up, make some elaborate breakfast-in-bed because he was “just up early, okay”...  he’ll go out of his way to learn an entire Broadway-class wedding dance, just for them. Don’t expect love poetry from him, but he does his absolute best.

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

He had a few girls who thought he was a cutie, but Joe was stuck in the “girls are icky” phase for years  ---   he had a bunch of older sisters, he was prejudiced! ---  so it definitely wasn’t something he wanted to entertain. 

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

Nah. He believes in love, sure, but he’s too much of a cynic to think there’s anything “true” about it. Nothing’s certain like that.

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

In...  multiple ways, at various points in his life, most of them not even romantic. Yeah, he’s got a very bruised apple in there.

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

It’s commercial garbage. His favorite thing to do is raid all the convenience stores the day after, and buy a horrifying amount of chocolate at half-price. He’ll share if someone asks nicely, because he’s a saint like that.

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

Oh, hell yeah. He craves that domestic bliss, okay? Even before meeting the right person, he’s got plans, he’s got ambitions, he’s got dreams...  and Joe’s not much of a romantic, but when he meets that person, then he just knows. You know the teenage girls who plan their weddings on Pinterest boards and flowery notebooks, right down to the silverware they’ll use and the types of flowers they’ll carry? Yeah, that’s Joe. He’s ready.

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

He uses pet names in German, and knows exactly how damn cringy it is, but it sounds better than English somehow. More romantic, y’know? He carries a lot of pet names from his own childhood, like “liebling” and “Mausebär” (his mother’s favorite, always used with Joe when he was a kid  ---  “mouse-bear”) forward, eager to use them on his own kids. Also very fond of, like...  “baby”, “sweetheart”, “doll”, stuff that sounds kind of ridiculous to his own ears but feels right in the moment.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Do you even have to ask? He’ll kick anyone’s ass. He’ll kick his own ask. If someone he loves is in trouble, Joe’s there and he’s already swinging. He’s ride-or-die for the people he loves, until the moon falls from the sky.

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

Well, the Torah doesn’t say it’s wrong, does it? Like, does it explicitly say, “no, you’re not allowed to do that”? Is his dick gonna fall off? No? Okay! That’s all Joe needs to know. He’s very open to sex, and is usually willing  ---  so long as the mood is right and the partner’s a good match, he’s down for anything. So...  yeah, there’ve been a good few.

[bnhaclaimedmysoul]

how would the boys be around an s/o who is a phenomenal baker?

@zebrabaker Your fave 1A kiddos with an s/o who's a phenomenal baker? Triple tiered cakes and intricate pies and batches of French macaroons and napoleon like it's nothing, but her speciality is stunning weddong cakes.

and another one @ anon who said “Hii may I request a head canon for Bakugou Katsuki where he is sort of unmotivated to study for the upcoming exams and how he deals with the unmotivation or like how he gets back the motivation?? ( yes I know it is extremely rare like very very rare for him to lose motivation ever) omg I am so sorry it is so specific I just have exams coming up and wanted some motivation too. Thank you! 

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki

Note: @zebrabaker I’m so sorry for delaying the request and for the anon I hope your exams go well! 

and I have no favourite boys in class 1a, I lob them all which is why I just decided to go for the three main characters in the series. and for anyone who wants me to add someone else to the entire thing, just send me a request~

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Todoroki Shouto

-he’d just be in in awe

-he’s so respectful about your talent

-constantly encourages you to open your own grad scale patisserie and cake decoration boutique

-although he doesn’t admit it

-he wants to be the first one to see your ideas and designs

-loves it when you hug him after a long day and just ramble about your experiences

-and when you brainstorm about ideas

-on rare occasions, he’ll just insert his opinion

-and when your face lights up from your suggestion

-a bright red hue taints his face

-and whenever you require an honest opinion

-our boi shouto is here

-he wouldn’t be afraid to speak his mind out about the taste or the colour schemes

-although your specialty may be wedding cakes

-he absolutely loves it when you make warm, crumbly green apple pies

-there was an incident where you just made this pie because you were bored and topped it off with cold creamy ice cream

-and you just stated “ah shouto, it’s icy hot like you”

-he would just cutely quirk one of his eyebrows up

-before proceeding to bend down waiting to try some of it

-and when you put a spoon of it in his mouth

-a small smile forms upon his lips

-surprised by the analogy, he’ll just gently ruffle your hair

-and then swallows the bite and then snatches the plate from your hand

-and when he sees the shock on your face

-he’ll just bend and puts his cold lips against your velvety warm ones

Midoriya Izuku

-first thing he’ll probably ask you when he meets you is “Is baking your quirk?”

-and when you chuckle and reply that it’s not

-he immediately feels this connection with you

-because he was quirk less and made something which he thought was impossible possible

-and he sees that you’ve worked incredible hard to flourish this talent

-he’s a very proud babe

-loves it when you pamper him in freshly baked macaroons, or slices of decadent vanilla frosted sponge cake

-he’d just hand around in the kitchen after a really long day of practice

-and would immediately reach out for his grip builders as usual

-but once he heard your voice call his name

-he’d drop it and go to the kitchen to find an entire stack of eggs and a huge bowl and a whisk on the table

-“Izuku, would you mind separating the whites and the yolks and beating the whites up for the wedding’s order?. I thought with this way you could train your arms while talking to each other”

-and even before you could finish, this soft boi was so overwhelmed with emotions

-over the fact that you had managed to incorporate your schedule with his and make time for him

-the cinnamon roll would immediately hug you from the back and nuzzle his nose into the crook of your neck while thanking you

-he’d never let go of you if it weren’t for you turning and kissing his cheek to break him from his reverie

-and once he gets started, he’d just blaze his way through the entire thing

-while also enquiring about you upcoming orders and why you chose a plain vanilla cake for the couple

-you’d just mention “love doesn’t have to be complicated”

-this boi would be smitten

-and he’d probably think about what kind of a cake would you bake for their (izuku and yours) wedding

-before turning into an unresponsive blushing mess

-and you’d have to kiss him on the lips to elicit some sort of reaction from him

-“W-w-why did you do that?”

-and when you nonchalantly answer “there was cream on your lips”

-he’d just hide his face in his palms thinking about how he’d love to do this every single week for the rest of his present and married life

Bakugou Katsuki

-your number one advocate of your talent

-(behind your back)

-he’ll probably go dig himself in his grave if he ever finds you advocating your work

-jokes aside

-his initial reaction is just “hot damn”

-like it’s unbelievable how such a puny teeny tiny person could even build such professional tier cakes and desserts

-you liked him because his fiery determination rubbed off on you, making you work harder than ever

-and ever since you met him, you’ve been dishing out treats and cakes which have never disappointed your acquired clientele

-on days he’s bored, he’ll just silently sit on the chair and watch you bake away

-when you can’t reach the top of the shelf to grab the flour

-he’ll just silently walk up behind you

-hold your arms and pull you closer to him and reaches out for the jar and places it on the counter

-and will just walk away as though nothing ever happened

-you’ll store pieces of trials and errors of batches in the refrigerator

-and this impulsive eater will even wake up at 3 am in the morning to gobble up whatever is in there

-if he’s feeling hungry

-and he’ll never forget to leave small post it’s on the fridge giving his opinion

-“it was too sweet” “too moist” “why did you even keep this batch aside you dunce head?”

-although the boi is just really really really frigging smart

-there are days where he just feels hopeless

-days he feels worthless and underserving

-behind that façade of confidence and relentless passion

-he’d just come home sombre, with no squeak of voice leaving his throat

-and seeing this unmotivated persona of his really breaks your heart, you never wanted to see him this way

-because after all his notes of encouragement is literally what fuelled you to become that phenomenal baker you’ve always wanted to be

-so you put this task upon yourself, rejuvenate the noisy katsuki and get him geared up

-so you whip a nice fresh batch of cinnamon dusted banana bread with a cream cheese frosting

-and once you put the batter on the oven, the soothing scent of cinnamon wafts throughout the entire house

-the calming properties of scent immediately has his stress wearing away while making him sleepy

-he reluctantly forces himself out of his room to walk downstairs and finds you sitting on a chair, smiling at him

-“what is this? why are you making cake at 10:30 in the night?”

-and not a second later you hear his stomach grumble

-a light shade of pink flourishes on his cheeks as he turns away in embarrassment

-before (surprisingly) asking you to slice a piece of it for him

-and when you do, he silently chews, letting out a huge sigh of exhaustion by the end of it

-you proceed to slice another piece out for him, he pulls you into an tight embrace

-he’ll just grab onto you for a while

-before silently saying “thank you for taking care of me all the time”

-we love a soft katsu in this household

-“also why haven’t put this on your bread/cake options? those idiots really are missing out on something”

-and when you cheekily say “that’s for the secret menu for my occasionally dejected boyfriend”

-he’ll proceed to click his tongue and pull you into a firm elongated kiss

-and ever since this incident, it became a tradition to treat him to this “katsu speciality” any time he felt out of the entire thing

-and he loves it

[luna-almighty-god]

Comfort a Little Dream N°7 [That sweet dream I have to protect]

This story is obviously not canonical, please do not refer to it if you are looking for canonical information.

Careful, there are explicit scenes in this story (violence) !Have a good read!

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First Chapter

Previous Chapter

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“How can we be friends, you don't even have a soul.”

    His phalanges tensed on his crumpled scarf, like a meagre attempt to find comfort. To find comfort in this piece of cloth he had been dragging for so many years, which he thought he was attached to. But... (Sighs) 

“You don't even have a soul.”

    Was he really attached to it? Where did he see only in this scarf a way to protect himself, to be sheltered from the cold while having a support to write down his thoughts, his ideas that he forgot so quickly because of his short memory.

“You don't even have a soul.”

    Ink slid his hand over his chest, grabbed his shirt in the very place where a soul should have been. But there was nothing there. There had never been anything.

“You don't even have a soul.”

    What had he thought of Dream all these years? What had he thought of Blue, of Error? Was it all a lie? If he couldn't even trust himself anymore, to what point should he turn, what could he be sure of?

“How can we be friends”

    They'd never been friends. They were never friends, were they? Ink... had lied to Dream? Was he lying to himself? 

    He turned his head and looked at the pale reflection in the window pane, the window that was in the room that Nightmare had kindly lent him. He looked pathetic, the Creator. This mediocre Creator unable to protect his loved ones. How could he claim to protect the multiverse after that? How could he dare to walk with his head held high after his bitter failure towards Dream, after his inability to keep him happy and healthy?

“How can we be friends, you don't even have a soul.”

    He saw his reflection distort, wince with pain, and only escaped this vision by the intervention of his vision that had become blurred, of his tears of guilt that had come to drown his face in silent sobs, sobs that made him close his eyes, bury his face in his scarf, as if to hide, to conceal himself from the outside world. To create a shell, an abyss between himself and the others, to keep the burn that twisted his body in silence.

    And cry. Crying like a child, feverish and helpless.

“Ink.”

    He jumped, petrified, and did not dare to make the slightest movement. That glitched voice that he would have recognized among a thousand had been heard behind his back, cold and bitter. That voice he would have preferred not to hear today, at this moment, while he was letting his weakness come out.

    Ink clenched his teeth, silent, his scarf soaked by his tears.

    He shivered.

    He shuddered when he felt two arms hugging him gently from behind, pulling him gently against a familiar torso, hugging him possessively and comfortably, imprisoning him in a warm embrace, a cocoon of softness.

“... What happened?”

    Ink didn't explain anything. He couldn't say anything, he couldn't accuse Dream. He couldn't put the blame on the guardian of Dreams, but he knew Error and his way of getting carried away. He knew his opposite would blame the Keeper, that he'd make him pay. But surely Dream didn't deserve that, let alone in a situation like this.

    Then, for any answer, the Creator gently let go of his scarf, turned slowly towards the other skeleton without daring to look him in the eye. He loosened himself up in his arms, hid his face in his neck, and cracked for good.

    He wept his tears, letting his regretful moans resound, and Error squeezed him tighter. Error did not let go of him at any time.

*** ***

    Dust leaned a little more against the wall, silently watching Dream's drowsy body. This body that seemed to him to be on the verge of shattering despite the care that had been applied to it. Because Dream didn't need bandages, compresses or any kind of magic care.     Dream only needed support. Support and attention. And Dust felt disheartened that no one had ever thought about it, as if everyone had taken it for granted that the Dream Keeper didn't need anyone, that it was others who needed him.

    He stumbled, confused and confused in his feelings. 

    He loved Nightmare as a friend, a brother even. The master of nightmares had been able to reveal a softer, more loving part of him, a part that Dust had been quick to appreciate and protect. A part that had helped him to regain hope, to open himself up to the other Bad Sanses, to see a family. And he knew that Horror, Killer and Cross thought no less of him. 

    But damn it, ....Nightmare had crossed the line... and Dust couldn't entirely blame him. After all, he could have stepped in and tried to stop his master, he could have supported Dream and helped him escape. But instead he had just stood there, sniggering at the physical and psychological tortures, mocking the pathetic Dream keeper.

    And those memories gripped his soul. So that was guilt and remorse? Oh, Dust knew these terrible feelings so well. Feelings he'd had since he'd killed his friends, killed his brother, all for what? For nothing, nothing at all. Just to leave his world a desolate, desolate world, only full of dust.

    What a cruel irony. 

    Dust had had the crazy hope of becoming a real monster, the kind that no longer felt anything, no longer thought anything. Just taking pleasure in the killing, the barbarism. Just to indulge his impulses and forget his actions the next moment.

    But it didn't work like that. The memories stayed there, rooted deep in his mind, in his bones, in his soul. Anchored in his pupils, anchored in his L.O.V.E. His memories that kept him awake too many times, that made him sleepless nights, that made him cry alone in the kitchen, talking to his ghostly brother, his brother who was only a figment of his imagination.

“Dust…”

    He jumped, looked up at Dream. But he was still sleeping tight, with the difference that he had gently frowned. The killer almost had a tender smile: even in his sleep, the guard felt his negative emotions? Even in this state, he continued to worry about him?

“It's all right, little warden.....”

    He delicately caressed his skull, covering it with a gentle glance, before turning his back and walking away. He didn't want to impose his bad emotions on her... He came into the living room and slumped on the sofa, joining Horror who was reading quietly. There was a short silence between them, before the cannibal looked up from his book: 

“So, how's he doing? - He's bad. Injured and exhausted. He really needs to rest. - Have you started enjoying your nanny role?”

    What looked like a joke was taken very seriously by Dust, who leaned his chin on his hand while looking into the wave.

“... He reminds me of Papyrus. Young and innocent, trying to support others despite his weakness.”

    Horror tightened its grip, its soul tightened. He understood perfectly what his comrade meant. And then Dust said:

“I want to help him. Really help him.”

    The other didn't know what to say, just nodded.     Silence fell again.

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    Dream opened  his eyes to wake up as always in this room that wasn't his, this room he was struggling to get used to. But it was nice, that room. So he didn't feel sorry for it, just taking advantage of the rays of light that filtered through the shutters.

    The young skeleton was feeling strange, in a kind of a state. That kind of state when you haven't slept enough to be rested, but when you've slept too much to be really tired. That kind of strange, unspeakable in-between.

    He rubbed his eyes, yawned softly, and took time to smell the air. A smell caught his attention, a smell that contrasted with the smell of freshness and cleanliness. He turned his head with curiosity, saw a new tray on his bedside table and was surprised: there were only pastries, from chocolate bread to apple pie. The quantity was far too much for his poor little belly, but he still felt salivated.

    Shyly he grabbed a piece of chocolate cake and took a bite. The flavor crept into his mouth and spilled onto his puck, making him shiver with pleasure. He quickly took one bite, then another, and in a few minutes the slice was finished. Only a few traces remained on his phalanges, the only evidence of his misdeed, which he hastened to erase with skillful strokes of his tongue.

“You seem to like it.”

    He hiccupped, turned his head to the doorway and became embarrassed at the sight of Dust. Dust approached, with a slight smile on his face:

"Horror wasn't sure what you liked, so he did a little bit of everything. Don't force yourself to finish. »

    The goalkeeper nodded his head timidly before lowering his eyes, unable to sustain the gaze of the other. But he already felt more comfortable in his presence than with Nightmare's one. 

    Suddenly he squealed as he felt a hand resting on his head and gently caressing him. If he was suspicious at first, Dream quickly let himself go to this pleasant contact, intensifying it even by daring to rub himself with it. Dust swallowed. The young guardian almost looked like a little kitten in his attitude, he could almost hear him purring with pleasure under his phalanxes.     Embarrassed, he looked away without trying to move away. He wasn't used to being the one to give comfort...

    There were timid knocks at the door, which surprised the two skeletons who suddenly moved away, as if they had been caught at fault. Their faces blushed, and they turned their attention to the entrance, where a visibly amused Horror stood.

“Hey Dust, I'm waiting for you.”

    The concerned one grunted:

“Oh, yeah, that's right…”

    Dream looked at them shyly, confused:

“Are you going somewhere...? - Yeah," Horror replied. We're going to visit Lust. - Didn't he live in the castle? - Yes, but he left the badlands some time ago, to resume a 'normal' life. We're still seeing him anyway.”

    The young caretaker was surprised. Even knowing that the Bad Sanses were close, they didn't think he would keep in touch with each other in this way. It was heartwarming: Lust was emitting many more positive emotions than before, he understood better why now. Finding people who didn't denigrate him for his perpetual heat must have been a great help to the purple skeleton.

    Dream gave his two comrades a lovely smile:

“Have fun then.”

    This petrified Dust and Horror, their faces taking on a beautiful red hue as they wondered how on earth this little one could also be ....so ....there was not the slightest adjective to qualify him. Cute was a real euphemism to describe Dream! Dust exchanged a glance with the cannibal before clearing his throat:

“... Mm... you want to come with us?”

    The guard widened his eyes. Coming with... them? To finally get out of this gloomy castle in which he had been locked up for days, to reconnect with the sun, to feel free again? He would have liked, he would have liked ....so much, but he hadn't forgotten his brother's words.

“I'm serving as your 'catalyst'. It only works if you're close to me.”

    He couldn't leave the castle, otherwise corruption would gain him. Corruption could turn him into Shattered ... or even his brother. And if that happened, he would put others at risk again. He would hurt again. He didn't mean to.

“No, it's okay…”

    He had lowered his eyes, attracting the worried looks of the other two. Dust insisted:

“Dream you can... - Don't force yourself, the guardian cup. You don't need to bring me pity. I'm fine here.”

    After all, that was the reason he asked  him to come, wasn't it? He felt sorry for himself. He felt sorry for the kid who had started crying in his arms, too feverish to even walk properly. He pitied this being who served as a brother to the nightmare master, pitied this guardian who was unable to do his job properly. 

“Dream…”

    He hiccupped, turned his back on the other two for fear of showing them his tears. But it was too late, they had seen. They had seen that grimace of bitterness, his tears of rage, which had once again come to undo his face.

“Dust, Horror.”

    The trio froze in terror. Horror and Dust turned around sharply, uncomfortable. The last thing they wanted to do at that moment had just happened: Nightmare stood behind them, as terrifying as ever, and shot his two subordinates with his eyes. But soon he turned his attention back to his brother with his back to him and his expression softened.

“... I'll accompany you to UnderLust.”

    Dream was the first to react, turning around abruptly with a livid expression:

“Q... Wha...? But if you go...

- You're coming with us, get ready.”

    Nightmare left as quickly as he had come, leaving the other three with a stunned expression, especially Dream who didn't know how to welcome this news. 

    Horror turned to him:

“You've got clothes in the cupboards. Take whatever you want.”

    With that, he left in his turn, and Dusty followed suit. At least, before he stopped in the doorway, addressing Dream without looking at him:

“I never felt sorry for you, little warden.”

    And the young skeleton was once again alone, confused by the attention and kindness that was suddenly given to him.

    He decided to get out of bed after a few minutes for fear of keeping the three skeletons waiting. He didn't want to attract their lightning by taking too long, who could they do to him? But after this morning, he could hardly see Dust and Horror coming after him. But could he really say so? He didn't know them well enough, he couldn't know if... if they were really being nice to him. And as far as Nightmare was concerned, it was no better. His brother's attitude didn't make sense to him anymore: one time he hurt him, then he saved him, then he yelled at him, then he hugged him... 

    Dream shook his head. He got lost in his thoughts, wasting only more time. He approached the closet and cautiously opened it, took a shy look inside, and his soul missed a beat. He opened the doors even wider, so that he could see the outfits, his outfits that he thought he would never see again. His outfits that he would recognize among a thousand, even though he hadn't seen them in years.

    These were his brother's outfits before he was corrupted. Magical outfits that had grown over time, so that they would always fit the wearer. 

    Dream feverishly grabbed a midnight blue shirt, shivering on contact with the silk, the silk so soft that he used to touch it when he was little. He didn't have the slightest hesitation when he put it on, leaving his wealthy clothes on the bed. He then grabbed a pair of purple trousers which he put on in addition to a jacket of the same colour.     Thus dressed, he felt ... strange. He couldn't look at himself properly, the absence of a mirror didn't help him, but he knew that at that moment anyone could have confused him with the Nightmare of the past. Anyone who had seen his brother when he wasn't corrupt. 

    But all those people were dead. Only Dream could still remember those days.

    He grabbed the jacket trembling, clutching it at the place of his soul. How would Nightmare react when he saw him?

    Suddenly he froze, the incomprehension reading on his features. Now that he thought about it... Why were Nightmare's clothes in that room? 

    He turned around and looked around the room as he always did. Apart from these clothes, there was no personal belongings here, nothing that could prove that this room belonged to anyone. It looked like a simple unoccupied room, reserved for guests. But then... why did he have that strange feeling?

“Are you ready?”

    He jumped, looked at Horror who had just returned to the room. There was a brief silence during which the cannibal looked at him, visibly astonished, before he spoke again:

“Wow, it's weird to see you dressed so darkly. But it looks good on you.”

    He approached him and suddenly held out an object. An object very familiar to Dream: his crown.

“It was damaged, Horror explained. But Cross managed to repair it.”

    The guard tensed up. He lowered his eyes to the object, looked at it as if he had discovered it for the first time, before turning his eyes away :

“... I don't want it anymore.”

    Horror made no secret of his astonishment, but even though he wanted to insist, Dream's defeated face silenced him. He sighed and shrugged:

“Okay, suit yourself. We'd better hurry, the others are waiting for us.”

    Dream nodded and left the room first. Horror pretended to follow him but stopped in his tracks. He gently placed the crown on the bedside table, praying that the little skeleton wouldn't take it the wrong way.

    After all, that crown meant a lot to the keeper. Far too much...

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Credits =

Dreamtale -> Joku

Shattered Dream -> ErroredArtist’s

Cross ->  Jakei

Error -> Lover The Piggies

Ink -> Comyet / Myebi

Dust -> Ask DustTale

Killer -> Rahafwabas

Color -> Superyoumma

Sugar Plum -> undertale Community (formerly NSFWShamecave ?)

[nightwingshero]

Claws and Fangs

My werewolf au!!! My first shot at it, but here it goes!!

Montana wasn’t the top of my list of states to visit, let alone live.  It never would have crossed my mind. I dreamed of the shiny lights of LA, Atlanta, New York, or even Paris. Never some town nobody has heard of in a state many people didn’t talk about much. Don’t get me wrong, the idea of at least seeing the National Parks was enticing, a part of nature that not many people got to see in their lifetime. But living here? Never crossed my mind.

Rowan had been right though, like she was about most things. Part of me wondered if her being just a bit older had anything to do with it, or the fact that she had seen more than I had to truly understand the reasoning behind why. I couldn’t say that Montana was terrible. Growing up in Oklahoma, farming country wasn’t exactly foreign to me. I’ve seen it, I’ve lived it. I guess it had made being what I am easier, kept the secret where it needed to be. Rowan hadn’t been so fortunate. Her brother dying only eight years prior, hunted down by our own kind.

That led us together, ironically. My father punishing me for years for what I was, or what I wasn’t, and my snapping. Rowan’s loss and her wondering without direction. She found me that night, terrified out of my mind for what I had done. She was there to clean it; she was there to make it okay. And we’ve stuck together ever since.

I sigh and shift in the passenger seat, staring off into the fields and forests that passed us by as we drove. My feet propped on the door as wind whipped through the open window. It smelled so differently here, causing my heart to race in excitement. The promising freedom of it, all this land to run on, was refreshing to think about. It smelled like sunshine and clean water. It had me practically begging for a run in ever which direction. The freedom it promised…was so tempting. A certain scent lingered in the air that I couldn’t put my finger on, a spice that tickled my nose with a hint of…sandalwood? A shiver went down my spine as I reveled in it. I wanted to follow it, roll in it, and embrace it. But we had both agreed before we got here: no changing until we got a feel for the place and settled. We couldn’t risk anything before we could have a chance to actually have a home to call ours.

The scent began to fade quickly as we crossed a bridge, the sound of the river music to my ears before something sweet floated into our car. I rubbed my nose after sneezing, trying to adjust to the sudden change. We slowed before Rowan pulled into a gas station, shutting the car off at the pump with a sigh. Being cramped up in a small space for hours on end was hard, even with me being claustrophobic. It was never good for anyone, making their joints sore and themselves stir crazy. It was even worse for us; it drove us insane. We weren’t meant to be in confined spaces, it was against our very nature. I could feel the desperate urge to whine and pace, to hide in the woods and never come out. But I knew better. And if I had to be fairly honest, the other side of me liked car rides. They just never last long.

“I’m gonna go pay for gas. Want to grab some snacks for us?” Rowan asked, her dark brown eyes meeting my blue green once, and I can see the toll this has on her, too.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” I replied, the dryness in my throat becoming more and more obvious. I opened the door, tugging at the cut off shorts that Rowan insisted would help us fit in. Which was why I had a blue flannel tied around my waist, instead of wearing the leather jacket that was now packed away. We didn’t want to appear too suspicious, and if that meant a change in wardrobe, then so be it. She rolled up the sleeves of the red flannel as we walked towards the store, and I could feel the heat of the sun on my exposed arms as the cool breeze swept in to soothe it.

The bell above the door rang as we entered, a blast of cool air washing over us. I could hear the unit running raggedly in the back, and I didn’t think it would last much longer. The old man at the counter looked up from his outdoors magazine and narrowed his eyes, but we pretended not to notice. Rowan moved to the counter, taking some cash from her back pocket. I made my way down the aisles, noting the jerky and off brand pastries that I knew had to be somewhat stale at this point. I sneered slightly at the smell of the preservatives. I could almost gag.

Finally making it to the back, I pull open a cooler door to grab a couple waters. I raised a brow at the lack of a biting chill before letting the door slam shut. I weigh my options as I eye the snacks one more time, feeling the gaze of the old man on me as Rowan waited. I caved, grabbing the jerky and some chips. Something was better than nothing, and I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of here. I round the corner and come up on a shelf of brochures on my left. I slow, taking them in. Some were for the national park in the Henbane, the hiking up North in the mountains, an apple orchard in the Valley east of us, and a haunted house tour of an old hotel.

A colorful pink one in particular caught my attention enough to grab it on the way. I stuff it in my back pocket before approaching the counter, setting the rewards of my hunting trip down for the cashier. His eyes narrow again before he starts scanning, grumbling, and his eyes drop to the line of my tank top. I almost growl and make a show of my teeth to give this man something to really look at, but I know better. So, I just clear my throat and glare back.

He rolled his eyes before telling Rowan our total. She hands it over with a smile, thanking him and telling him to keep the change before we’re finally making our way back outside. I settle back in the passenger seat while Rowan pumps the gas. I stick my Converse out the window as I lean back, pulling the jerky out of the plastic bag. My mouth waters, but I know that as soon as I eat it, I’ll be disappointed. It had been too long since we last hunted, not daring to take the risk of being tracked down. It made me restless.

The driver’s door opened as Rowan sat back in, fastening her seatbelt as she went. “There. That should hold us for a while. At least it can give us time to find somewhere else to go where I won’t have to be worried about being killed or kidnapped. Was I the only one getting a Cabin in the Woods vibe from that guy?”

I hum before I pull out the brochure from my pocket. “I pity any serial killer that tries to pull that shit on us. We bite back.” I flip it open, scanning and reading.

“Not really my taste.”

I chuckled and turned to her. “Hey, check this out.” I show her the hot pink trifold.

“Drubman Marina?” Rowan asked with a crinkle of her nose. “Like, I know you like the water, Wren, but I think we should probably find a place to live before we think about buying a boat. And I’m not really down for a houseboat. I’m sorry, I draw the line there. We agreed.”

“No, I know.” I flipped it open, pointing as I go. “She’s a real estate agent, and she’s right in the Henbane region. I don’t think she’s that far…” I trail off as I pull out a Hope County map that we had gotten at the visitor’s center right out of the county line. My eyes wondered over the Holland Valley region briefly, the memory of the scent there. Curiosity gnawed at me as I traced a road the small town, Fall’s End.

“It looks like she’s actually on the border of the Whitetails. Maybe she’ll know of some lodging up that way, something that can tide us over until we find something more permanent. It’ll give us a chance to get to know the area, too.”

“Yeah.” I replied, breaking from my trance. “I wonder if she takes walk ins.”

Rowan turned the key, the engine coming to life. “Guess we’re going to find out.”

 “This is exciting! Y’know, we never get newcomers. I always have to deal with people who’ve lived here all their lives. Never get to show people the wonders of this treasure state of ours.” The blonde goes on as she shuffles through the bottom drawer of her filing cabinet, her back to us and bent in her chair. She pops her gum, the smell of cotton candy strong and I have to find my happy place. I could handle sweet, it wasn’t an issue, but it was so heavy in the Henbane. Mix it with the sweetness of Adelaide Drubman, and suddenly I was overwhelmed by it.

Seeming to find what she was looking for, she straightens and turns back to us, dropping the file heavy on her desk, making Rowan and I jump. “There we go! I have all kinds of stuff in this damn thing, let’s see if I can find what y’all are lookin’ for. Let’s start with regions. Now, each one has a special charm, and I’m Henbane’s.” She joked with a wink and a smile on her pink-painted lips.

“We actually did some research beforehand and had an idea of where.” Rowan chimed in with a polite smile. I could see just a hint of disappointment in Adelaide’s crystal blue eyes, but that doesn’t deter her.

“Which one did you ladies settle on?” The itching came back, that little gnawing at the back of my mind, and as Rowan answered, I impulsively blurted out mine, too.

“Whitetail—”

“Holland Valley.”

Adelaide’s brow raised as Rowan whipped her head around, her eyes scanning my face as I glance back at her. Her eyes show confusion and just a bit of concern. She cast a look at the blonde. “Can we…?”

“Oh, you go right ahead, darlin’.” Adelaide turned away, looking through her stack as Rowan’s attention fell back on me.

“Wren…I thought we talked about this. We both agreed. The Whitetails are better for us, it’s more…isolated. There would be more privacy, and it could be better hunting.” Rowan whispered, eyeing Adelaide here and there, the blonde humming lightly to herself.

Guilt bubbled inside, because she was absolutely right. We both agreed, it was a part of our plan. The Whitetails would offer us the sanctuary we needed. The Henbane was the second choice. Rangers and hikers to the north and east. Protected land that we desperately needed. Holland Valley was never an option, the chance of there not being enough cover for the both of us there. It was too open. But for some reason, I couldn’t get that damn scent out of my mind.

I leaned closer to Rowan, dropping my voice. “I know, and I’m sorry. But…did you not smell that on our drive through?”

Her dark brows furrowed. “Smell what?”

I sigh lightly, contemplating and frustrated. This wasn’t something that happened with us, being on different pages. Doubt began to eat at my insides. “I know it sounds crazy, but I smelled something strong and just…god, it was so enticing. I’ve never smelled anything like it before.”

Adelaide coughs a bit as Rowan tilts her head in contemplation. “We can check it out when everything is settled, I promise. But I think we should stick to the other two.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“You know,” Adelaide gave us a look with her brow raised. “Some of these dipshits out here might still be ignorant, but there are still a good majority of us that support your lifestyle, dears.” She smirks, a knowing look piercing us and the hairs on the back of my neck raise.

“Oh, no,” Rowan laughed before gesturing between us. “We’re not a couple. We grew up together.” Adelaide only hums, but I can tell that her words held a double meaning, I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

Her face becomes a mask of shock, something ingenuine about it as it doesn’t truly meet her eyes. She shrugged and continued. “Well, I’m just saying. So, any special fellas out there for yah?”

“No.” Rowan asked with a frown, both of us a bit shocked at the question.

“Really? You two are gorgeous, I’m shocked.” She laughed, and we give each other a quick glance. We say nothing, but we both know it’s not without some sort of effort. Packs, wolves in general, were dwindling in America. Or so we’ve gathered. They migrated North or overseas, or just died off. Being rogues put targets on our backs, but being unmated females made it so much worse. Female rogues that were unmated didn’t last very long, either claimed quickly or killed. The fact we made it this far was a miracle within itself, and one that wasn’t without bloodshed.

I smiled in response. “Dating isn’t really our thing. We decided to travel and just focus on what we want to do.” I lied smoothly. Adelaide sighed wistfully.

“Oh, to be young again. I envy you girls. What I would give to just pick and go wherever.”

“It’s freeing.” Rowan replied, and I nodded. It was freeing. Not being tied to a pack, or a male with too much testosterone for his own good. I think that was what made my lip curl the most. The males reeked of testosterone. Some made me gag more than others. Rowan said it had something to do with compatibility. A female’s sense of smell had a tendency to be more…sensitive than males. While all females smelled sweet to them, some were too sweet. That’s how her brother described it. Males smelled too musky sometimes, the less compatible, the worse it was. The more compatible, the stronger the pull. But at the end of the day, they were so full of themselves that even without the smell, they were repulsive. I enjoyed tearing into each and every one of them. “So, we’re thinking the Whitetail Mountains—”

Adelaide held her hand up, stopping Rowan in midsentence. “I love the mountains, dear. Absolutely. Any other time, I would be the first to suggest it.”

“But…?” I asked, eyeing her as she leaned forward.

“But I’m going to be real honest with you, girl to girl, I don’t think it’s the best fit for you right now.” I raised a brow, my pride and wrath clawing up at not liking to be told what to do. I fought to keep my teeth from showing. I counted to ten, did everything I could to calm the beast. Rowan threw me a side look, a shocked warning in her eyes. Careful. I knew that, and I was just as shocked as she was. I hadn’t been this worked up in a long time. I had long since gotten a control of that side of me. Now, the littlest thing was setting me off into a frenzy. Adelaide’s eyes looked at me curiously before continuing. “Not that I don’t think you strong, independent girls can’t do whatever you wanted, I’m just saying that the mountains and valley might be a bit…dangerous.”

“Dangerous? How?” Rowan asked with a slight scoff and hid my smirk behind my hand. Little did Adelaide know, there was nothing in this county more dangerous than the two women in front of her.

Adelaide shrugged. “Some people don’t take kindly to new folk. And you said you wanted to go somewhere isolated. The mountains are unforgiving, ladies. Things go bump in the night there and in the valley. This region offers both decent isolation, and great views. The sheriff’s station is also in this area, so if anything happens, you have a faster response. Besides, anything out of this region, you’ll have to go through John Seed when it comes to land. A lawyer makes things a bit more complicated, dears. Makes the process go a bit longer. And I don’t know if y’all want that. Trust me, I think you would love it here. Besides, we could be neighbors!”

Rowan and I share one last look, contemplating. The doubt was there, for sure. Trusting a total stranger, someone who would have absolutely no idea as to what we were and what we could do, over our own paranoia. But getting a lawyer involved was out of the question. It raised too many flags, and we needed to stay as off the grid as possible. We needed safety; it was the whole point of being here. To find a home we could reside without being discovered, and we were in an unknown territory. The choice was obvious, and we both came to that understanding without a word.

  It took us a week to get everything settled legally and moved in. I eventually got used to overly sweet scent, my nose only burning here and there. Adelaide and her boy toy, Xander, had graciously offered to help us. She was starting to grow on me more and more as time went on. She showed us the best place to go shopping, to get fresh meat, and highly recommended a pizza place not too far off the way. Our first night running was short and cautious, getting a feel for the land.

We stocked up on supplies, not having anything else better to do. Rowan applying for the newest park ranger posting, insisting it would help us blend in and establish some sort of roots here. I didn’t know how I felt about that, having been on the move all these years. I felt dizzy while everything seemed to finally slow down around us. I didn’t really think we could ever be able to do this, to have some sort of semblance of normality in our lives. It gave me hope.

The air was crisp, the sky full of stars as we got out of the car. The 8 Bit Pizza bar was busy and in full swing, even at eight in the evening. Outside, we could see Addie’s son and nephew, Hurk Jr and Boshaw, drinking beer and laughing away. They had helped us move furniture in, Adelaide not taking no for an answer. I opened my mouth to say something, but I froze, my feet coming to an immediate stop as the scent hits my nose. My mouth twists in distaste as Rowan’s nose crinkles. We both look, our guard up and prepared for anything.

I spot a cruiser at the end of the parking lot, closer to the forest. Two men, one older and the other younger, stood close and whispering urgently to each other. Even with my enhanced hearing, the noise from the establishment made it nearly impossible to hear what they were saying. Before Rowan and I move to leave, the older man caught our eyes and his head tilted to the side. His companion whipped his head around, taken in what had caught the old man’s attention.

He’s not unattractive, his tan skin and messy, swept back hair. He rolls his shoulders back, his chest puffing out a bit in the process. I sigh internally, because it was a show we’ve seen before, and I wonder who is the first one to die. Males didn’t typically take rejection well, despite how desperately we wanted peace. I’m trying to figure out a way to get out of this unscathed when the younger wolf turns and flashes his teeth, teasing and showing off.

My reaction is instantaneous. It wasn’t as much of an aggressive move as it was a way for him peacock. His way of putting himself on display while still in his skin. His way of flirting and an attempt to impress, a common move for most males. It wasn’t new to me. But the wolf was clawing inside, offended and aggravated at his audacity. It’s disrespectful to her, and she won’t stand for it. I’m shaking, fighting the instinct to go for the throat, and not for a mate’s mark. My teeth flash, promising violence and death if he dares to take another step.

Rowan squeezes my arm firmly, looking around to make sure no one is paying attention, but everyone is pretty much inside. Hurk and Sharky too plastered to comprehend what’s going on this far away. “What the hell are you doing? Wren, calm down.” She whispers harshly, softly pulling at my arm.

I wished I could answer her, but I couldn’t. I was consumed with rage and I honestly had no fucking clue what was wrong with me. I just knew this male was beneath us, unwanted, and he deserved to be put down until his throat was bare in submission. I wince, doing what I can to rein it in. I didn’t want a scene or to start off on the wrong foot. Something was wrong with me, and I needed to get my shit together. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

The older man stalks towards us with purpose, his eyes hard, and it reminds me of a time when my father did the same. The everything, the anger and offense, evaporates immediately and fear replaces it. I hated males with a passion. I hated their need to be in control, feeling more powerful than anyone else.

“Rogue females? Don’t see that every day.” His voice is gravely as he grumbles, and he spits to the side. “Name’s Dutch.”

“Didn’t think there were any more wolves around here.” Rowan replied icily as she glared at him, and he shrugs.

“There are more wolves in the North, girl. Don’t know where you come from, but we’re around up here. Maybe should’ve thought about that.”

“Noted.”

His friend finally came up to join him, and I fight to snap at him. His eyes are twinkling in amusement, as if I was nothing but a piece of entertainment for him. “Unmated females, at that. You know, that won’t last long with you being on your own.”

I sneer at him and his taunting. Dutch rolls his eyes. “Forgive this dumbass here, Pratt isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.” Pratt shot him a look, but the older man ignored him. “He’s right though. You passing through or staying?”

Rowan and I share a look, unsure of how to respond, before she throws her chin up high. “Staying. And we don’t intend on leaving anytime soon.”

Pratt let out a low whistle as Dutch rubs his bald head thoughtfully. “Ain’t no one asking you to leave, girlie. Relax.” He held his hands in surrender. “Just thought you could use some friends, I’m sure you’re a bit short on those.” When we don’t say anything, he sighs and continues. “Look, we aren’t the only ones here. I’m offering you a friendship, here.”

“You don’t know us.” I blurted, eyeing him up and down, trying to size him up as my instincts kicked in. He was a strong beta and could possibly pass for an alpha status. He carried himself as if he was a leader, more than what was pumping through his veins. Pratt was no better; except I knew that beta was all he could ever be. “What’s in it for you?”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “Everyone starts off not knowing each other real well, don’t they? I figured maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have a makeshift pack. Rogues don’t last long on their own, which is why I’m sure you two are running around together.” I shift uneasily, because he’s not wrong. When my father died, I had felt it. I had felt the loneliness of being without a pack, or at least someone. Rowan and I had stuck together ever since, but it wasn’t enough. I could feel the pull, the desperate need for more than what we had.

“And what? Are you supposed to be the head of it?” Rowan asked genuinely, and I held my scoff to myself as he smiled at her.

“Of course. And I take care of my own.” He reached his hand out. “Friends?”

We both hesitate, unsure of what to do in this situation. Both of them together is making me want to gag, their scents mingling and making me want to hurl. Maybe at one time, Pratt would’ve smelled more appealing to me, his pine undertone with a crisp scent I can’t pinpoint. But it’s not good enough, not anymore. I can feel myself looking down on him, despite him being a bit taller.

Rowan sighed, her hand grasping his. “Friends.” I follow suit, offering him, and him alone, a polite smile. This male is no threat to us, not showing a bit of interest like his partner. It’s easier to make friends with strangers who haven’t offended you.

“Word of the wise, ladies.” He said, holding up his pointer finger. “Stay clear of those mountains and that valley. Like I said, we’re not the only wolves around here. I have some land, an island in the center of the county. You’re more than welcome to stop by whenever you want.”

Adelaide calls to us, making Rowan and I jump out of our skins. The blonde eyes Dutch with a sickly-sweet smile, malice shining in her bright blues. I’m taken aback by it, knowing nothing but kindness from the woman. She motions us forward, beckoning us to join her and her family inside. We part ways with the males, eager for the escape, and Addie doesn’t follow us in until she sees them leave. She turns to us, lips pursed.

“Be careful, ladies. You’re better off in the Valley or Whitetails than to hang around him. Trust me, he’s not what he claims to be.”

  “So, we agree?” Rowan asked on our drive home. “That we keep our fucking heads down. I do my job at the springs, you do whatever. I heard of a deputy posting at the jail, wouldn’t hurt. But either way, we stay the fuck away from whatever is going down. Right?”

“Why don’t we just leave?” I ask, glancing at Rowan. “It’s been a week, and we’ve already stepped into a werewolf soap opera. I don’t know about you, but I could do without dramatics. Or that pup sniffing around.” I sneer.

Rowan scoffed. “Is this about the drama or the male?”

“Why can’t it be both?”

“I like it here.” Rowan admitted. “I think it’s pretty and it could do us some good. There’s an older wolf here that seems to mean well. And it wasn’t like we were running eager to Holland Valley or the Whitetails. Sure, we contemplated it, but we know the area better now.”

I frowned and I picked at the edge of my t-shirt. “What about that scent? The one I caught when we were driving through the valley?”

“It could’ve been a fluke, Wren. Maybe it’s best to stay in the Henbane, you know?” she sighed and glanced at me. “You wanna talk about what happened back there?”

I turned, looking out the window as I shrug. “I have no clue. I haven’t lost control like that in a long time. It just bothered me, you know? I felt like he wasn’t…good enough.”

“When hasn’t that been the case for either of us?” Rowan laughed.

“It was different this time.” I turned back to her; my brow furrowed. “I, my wolf, got offended, Rowan. In the worst possible way.”

Rowan frowned. “Wren, he didn’t really do anything…insulting. It’s a typical practice in our nature, especially with males.”

“I know. Ro, I think there’s something wrong with me.” I glance at my hands, the dark vine tattoos contrasting on my light skin. “I was so ready to rip this guy apart, to make him submit. I’ve never felt like that before, you know?”

“And you’re sure you don’t have alpha blood in you?” she joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Positive.” I sighed with a roll of my eyes. “Maybe…maybe I’m just stressed from the long drive and the change of moving, you know? I just need time to adjust.” I couldn’t tell who I was trying to convince more: Rowan or myself.

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Amazing Spider-Man: Full Circle #1 Thoughts

Well...this was odd.

I’ve never read a Round Robin before, not in comics or any other medium.

I think the first thing to acknowledge is that this wasn’t intended to be taken strictly seriously (let alone canonically) and certainly wasn’t treated as such by the creators. It’s more a creative exercise or experiment, the reading equivalent of a theme park ride I suppose.

That makes critiquing it weird and tricky. Thus I’m going to treat this more like an anthology book than one big story as the creative teams were not put in the best position to make everything hang together. I’m going to briefly talk about if I liked the art, the characterization of Spidey (and any other regular characters who pop up) and really that’s it. I don’t think it’s fair to lambast a this comic for taking Spider-Man into space or into a mystical direction as it’s supposed to be weird, wacky and fun, not taking itself seriously.

Also I’ll be writing about each part immediately after I’ve read it and before I’ve read the next part.

Awaaaaaaaaaaaay we go!

Part 1

Didn’t care for this one. Perhaps it’s because it’s the opening chapter and gets to set the stage, I can’t give it as much slack as everything else.

I’ve never liked Hickman and whilst the stuff about his work that annoys me wasn’t present here, his characterization of Spider-Man was very off. It felt ripped straight out of Brand New Day in how buffoonish and infantilized Spider-Man was (he even unmasks in the corner for no reason), the art not helping in this regard.* The art itself wasn’t very good because...well it’s modern day Bachalo and he’s literally leaving panels blank for no reason. Plus in some scenes I genuinely couldn’t tell what was happening.

The final thing to not about this part is that it might be set in the 1980s as Spider-Man is wearing his black costume and the recap page claims this to be an untold tale for Spider-Man. plus it features Hasslhoff Fury instead of Jackson Fury.

Big take away.

Hickman shouldn’t write Spider-Man in the future.

*Not to mention other people were treating Spider-Man as a joke.

Part 2

I liked this one much better. There was one moment of buffonishness with Spider-Man where he was in his underwear, but the other gags (like Spider-Ham and Fury shooting a ferret) I thought were earned enough. I also liked that Duggan provided a way to allow for the black and the red costumes to appear in the story. I adored the reference to the Florida Spidey theme park ride and the art was beautiful.

The only questionable parts were Spider-Man’s webbing working in space (how, there is no gravity?) and the werewolves kind of coming out of nowhere. Maybe that’s a little too harsh on my part given the nature of this story though.

My takeaway is that Smallwood should draw more Spider-Man and Duggan might deserve another shot at Spider-Man as this wasn’t all that bad.

Part 3

Wow.

In a project that was supposed to just be silly fun Nick Spencer put in way more effort than he had to.

First of all the art is lovely even if the human faces are a tad stiff.

Second of all, if you were in doubt that Spencer is qualified for the job as ASM writer, this should dispel those reservations.

Whilst the story has some wacky comedy ala Superior Foes it also has a dash of depth and plot development too.

In a story that thus far has featured Spider-Ham, falling from space and wacky hijinks, BAM, Spencer organically brings up Spider-Man’s origin in a way that’s logically consistent in a story inherently illogical in the first place.

More than this he throws in another brief yet organic reference to Man-Wolf and even uses the continuity of the book itself by referencing the previous two stories.

He ties this all together with the theme of choice and the random unintended consequences of those choices, thus delivering a meta commentary upon the inherent premise of this comic book. It’s actually rather ingenious and he did it in like 10 pages!*

Also I hope and suspect that werewolf MJ will become a fondly referenced moment in the future of the fandom.

*It also touches upon similar themes of quantum theories present in the current 2099 centric storyline in ASM.

Part 4

Mixed feelings.

I really liked Thompson’s Rogue/Gambit mini-series and whilst I’ve not gotten around to checking out her Mr. And Mrs. X ongoing, I made a point of buying the book.

But she’s never written Spider-Man before to my knowledge and whilst this isn’t awful...my eyebrow was raised.

Putting aside how we’re in Forest Hills when the last story clearly didn’t leave off there, there are some lines early on which don’t ring true to Spider-Man at all.

Case in point.

Spider-Man treats his problems like nails he has to hammer because he’s an Alpha super hero. Um...what character has Thompson been reading for 55 years? How many times has Spider-Man NOT tried t resolve problems via simply punching it, even in the Ditko days?

Peter feels like he’s always been alone? Aunt May and Mary Jane are literally in this story!

And where did the man in the box’s psychoanalysis randomly come from?

A part from that the art was beautiful here and I loved Peter’s upset over werewolf MJ and his consideration in subduing her. I also really liked the ending and the main action set piece.

Maybe Thompson could do better with a second bite at the apple, but this wasn’t a strong first impression for her grasp of the character.

Part 5

Holy shit that was awesome.

Al Ewing to my knowledge has never really written for Spider-Man before but goddam I’d love for him to do it more often!

This was fantastic, the first story in this comic book to dive into who Peter Parker is.

It retained the wacky humour the rest of the comic possesses via the inclusion of the Spider-Hams, but it used them for deeper purposes.

Classic Spider-Ham represented Peter’s more positive impulses, or positive assessments of himself.

Black Spider-Ham represented the more negative impulses, the times Peter has questioned himself and wondered if he’s nuts or doing the right thing.

Bag-Ham represented Peter’s humours side.

Seeing Ham and Black Ham argue over Peter’s nature was rather meta as it has often been debated in fandom about whether Peter’s driven by guilt or by the desire to be good, whether he’s fighting the good fight to make him feel better about Ben’s death because he can’t move on, or if he’d do it regardless. There is an answer to that, but I’d rather not dive into it here.

But it is simply brilliant writing on Ewing’s part to include it at all, and he continues the character exploration in the form of Peter’s conversation with ‘the man in the box’. Apart from some funny dialogue and the further debate about Peter’s life style, the conversation lays new layers of intrigue into the story. Could the Man in the Box be the weapon? Or could it be Peter? What if the Man in the Box isn’t real at all?

Ewing also takes the weird wacky situation thrown to him and actually brings things together a little more with a plan for world domination and world order that, whilst comic book mad science, kind of makes sense. It’s impressive that he made such great lemonade out of the lemons handed to him frankly. I also liked he made the werewolves thinking and rationalizing rather than feral animals, as that’s something you rarely see in werewolf stories.

Aaron again, brings it all back around to Spider-Man’s character though because Peter’s presented with a situation that echos his origin story. He has the chance to stop bad people doing a bad thing, but this time the end result could be something positive.

Like Spencer’s story it’s just brilliant and demonstrates a writer who cares enough to put in way more effort than they had to.

The art was quite nice too.

Part 6

Nice art off the top.

And a funny ending.

Considering this was Zdarsky this wasn’t that bad. The worst stuff I could say involves the idea that Peter was psychoanalyzing and second guessing himself earlier, but of course those stories were not written with the intention of being a future version of Peter.

I guess that makes Zdarsky bad for retroactively screwing stuff up but really I’m not holding that against this type of story.

What did make me confused though was that the idea of Nick Fury being an imposter beginning at the end of Part 3 seems weird because, the story lines up. Fury’s eyepatch was on the wrong eye but does that mean this comic was more planned out that it was letting on??????????

I don’t know.

I do know that I’m not fond of Fury and Logan turning this into a Marvel team-up/Zdarsky Spec Spidey story.

Also I don’t get why Fury was unaffected by the transformation and why Peter randomly reverted to normal.

Finally...fuck...I hate the High Evolutionary in Spider-Man stories. I really do.

Part 7

I don’t know how to feel about this one.

I’ve never been fond of Aaron, and his take on Spider-Man is very much from the BND era of ‘he’s a loser we can trash on’ camp.

He does however embrace the Round Robin nature of this comic book like perhaps no other author before in this story.

He does this by simply upending half of everything up until this point (the man in the box is retconned again and dispatched with little ceremony) and then he throws a hell of a cliffhanger for the next person to resolve.

Essentially he did random stuff that ignored the random stuff before him then did more random stuff to make it harder for whoever to bring it home.

You also got the impression that he was throwing shade at how dumb and insane everything had been up until this point, hence he summed up most of it in the final lines of his story.

All of which can be forgiven due to his utterly hilarious Kraven’s Last Hunt homage.

It totally doesn’t jive with what came before but it’s so great I do not care.

The art though, whilst getting the job done, is the weakest after Bachalo’s.

Part 8

Jesus Christ!

I wasn’t expecting that at all.

Walking into this I thought I might get some good art with some funny moments and wackiness upon wackiness due to everything becoming deliberately convoluted.

I wasn’t expecting great craftsmanship like Spencer’s story or a an outright GEM like Al Ewing’s story.

And I certainly wasn’t expecting a grand summation about Spider-Man as a person or life in general.

Now look...it doesn’t really make sense, let’s not pretend it does. There are plenty of loose ends.

But whilst I was never expecting this story to deliver a coherent narrative (that was if anything the opposite of the point), I was equally not expecting the whole thing to wind up being as good as it was.

Al Ewing’s story set up a debate about the nature of who Spider-Man as a person is and as weird as it is to say once you’ve read through the whole comic book, this final instalment essentially answered it. It folded in the convoluted nature of it’s premise and tied it in with Spider-Man’s origin.

Having read the e-mail chain at the back of the comic the resolution to the story makes a lot of sense.

Essentially Ewing provided the basis for a resolution that Spencer tweaked and then made work via Spider-Man’s character and emotional journey. The hypothetical dialogue he proposes as a resolution is almost identical to the finished product.

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that the best element of this final part, the part that nails Peter as a person, came from Spencer but there you go.

This story, whilst honestly not worth $10, is very much worth a read.

[rogerina-is-hotter-than-me]

You’re freezing, love: Prof!Gwil

Synopsis: y/n is neighbors with her professor Mr. Lee, but their relationship is changed when her feelings and actions threaten to be jeprodised the initial unorthodox friendship. Who could stand such close proximity with such a handsome man? Trick question, no one.

Warnings: fluff? Smut? Angst? (I have no idea this is the first time I’ve ever properly submit anything) age gap? Who knows

A/N: hi this is my first submit and the beautiful and extremely generous @rogerina-is-hotter-than-me encouraged me to. She is such an amazing author and my work is inspired by her delicious fics. My obsession. I hope y’all like it :’)

First

“You’re freezing, love.” said the voice next to me. He grasped my hand gently, grazing his thumb softly against it, causing me to let out a sigh and watch my breath turn into a frosty mist. I enjoyed his touch far too much. Breath floated in the air above us for a moment before being lost into the dark sky. The cold hung around as we both reclined on the roof of our shared apartment building. The royal blue colour of the clear sky showed a few pearly stars. The lack of clouds meant there was nothing to keep any warmth around us from floating off to comfort those lucky stars. But, on that roof, I had Gwilym next to my side radiating warmth and comfort while being surrounded by biting air.

We always did this. We would always after an extremely long or hard day sneak away together and rendezvous on the roof where no one else ever came, just us. To rejuvenate, together, secretly. The stars twinkled cheekily at us as if they knew we were out here in company that wasn’t quite allowed. Gwil leant against the strong concrete banister that encircled the roof, with his arms crossed over his chest to maintain body temperature and his face turned up to gaze above us. His throat exposed to the cold without a scarf as he tilted his head. I angled my body ever closer, maybe not even consciously so our sides were pressed together, shoulder to shoulder and leg to leg. The surprising warmth that radiated off him was enough for me to use an excuse to keep pushing my luck. I linked my arm through his and turned so I could face him and didn’t think twice before pressing my rosed lips to the soft but scratchy skin under his jaw.

I knew I shouldn’t have kissed him, but the pull I had toward him was not singularly admiration, sexual or emotional any more, but the simplest physical comfort of warmth against the freezing air was enough to encourage the action. It felt right.

The plume of cold breath that escaped his lips stopped as soon as my mouth connected with his skin. The numbed surface was shocked by the gentle and hot touch of an exhaled breath fanning over his throat and warm soft lips. On the roof, his nose turned pink from the cold, his cheeks shared the colour too as he looked at me. My eyes still focused adoringly on his Adam’s apple before traveling up to his lips to stare into his unknowing eyes. Their blue as rich as the colour above them. I didn’t know if he was going to say something, perhaps “What was that?” Or even worse, tell me off and say “That is inappropriate miss y/n, I understand that our friendship is unorthodox due to our schooling situation, but there is no reason to ruin that friendship on the whims of a fleeting impulse.”

I think I would have cried if he had done that. I felt like through my actions I had put my young heart in his strong hands and was just hoping he didn’t drop it in disgust or throw it off the side of the tall building to splatter on the road.

The pale glow from under the door to the roof was all that illuminated the space around us, apart from the interested stars and the round moon. But I didn’t need light to know his face, I was familiar with the hard line of his nose and his rounded glasses that framed his eyes. They always looked at me with kindness and interest. Calculative eyes. The angular shape of his cheek bones and his knitted brow that slowly unknotted with the more time we stayed on that roof. His mouth opened slightly as if he didn’t know what to say, and I couldn’t help my eyes flicking back to them longingly. I had no idea what he was going to do, I think a storm of mixed feelings - suppression and nature raged behind his beautiful eyes. I wished I could kiss them too. Standing so close always made me feel dead to the world, everything apart from him.

He watched me, like he usually did in our long secluded talks on the roof. Meeting up there most nights after he had finished his day of lecturing know-it-all literature students and mine of listening to pretentious professors telling me how to communicate through expressive forms. We found solace on that roof, it was always comfortable up there in his company.

The dynamic of our relationship was natural up there. But I think we both knew the strain that was felt in the class room. Scandles happened all the time in the media. ‘Inappropriate relations’ they were deemed in the headlines. I respected Gwil too much to put him in any jeopardy by acting too friendly with him in our lectures so no one would get chins wagging and throw blame that wasn’t deserved. I had been good. We had been good. We would talk for hours, about life, and school and people and experiences. In the class he spoke with conviction and strength. He was important and brilliant and we could all bask in his knowledge and gain from it. The power role was his in that situation. Not to be trifled with. Something about watching his confidence and hand gestures. His arse and respectable dress. When I had him alone i had to keep a tight grip on myself, though I think we both slipped at times. A blarze hand on the thigh or a too long lingering touch to the back. Only innocent thing. But when the slightest touch was enough to set me off. God, once we were discussing a film that I had demanded him to watch and as I was enthusiastically describing the plot his eyes were watching me without registering my words. When I caught him I called him out on it and laughed, scolding him.

“If I did that in one of your lectures you’d fuck me up! I’d be in so much trouble. Ah, the audacity you have!” I was kidding and my tone was light hearted as I teased his disinterest but my breath caught in my chest as he continued to just look at me. His hand lifted slowly as if he was afraid to scare off a wild animal and place it on my cheek. I didn’t dare move. My heart hurt from just how hard it was beating in my chest. His thumb gently glided across my cheek bone and he pursed his lips. His breath blew out over my face and as unexpectedly as it had come, he dropped his hand.

“Eyelash.” He offered as explanation for his actions. Then went back to staring across the other roofs of the buildings in the distance. “You can continue, y/n. I promise I’m listening.”

I was intoxicated.

He used to knock on our shared wall and we’d both meet in between our front doors and walk up together. We looked just like two neighbors spending time together, friends. Not professor and student. Not a scandal.

He listened when I talked, I laughed when he joked and comforted him when he needed it. I knew his heart better than my own from all our conversations on that roof.

But just after I let myself indulge in a feeling that made me drunk with pleasure he looked at me, like he was trying to figure me out. I wasn’t hiding anything. He turned to me, the collar of his large jacket up to keep back the cold, his familiar face only centimeters away and my body hyper aware in anticipation of his reaction. I felt his body move too, so he was facing me. I lost all sense of the world when he silently, eye contact never wavering, gently slid his large cold hand under my coat to sit pressed against the fabric of my dress. My thick sock covered toes curled in my shoes.

I couldn’t speak as his eyes followed the path his thumb took on his other hand as he raised it to cup the side of my neck and traced a line from my chin across my jaw, back up across my cheek to rest his coolly on my bottom lip.

Under his strong look, his attentive eye and the fact that although his touch was reserved it was still a touch with intent. I grew back my confidence that I usually had in his presence and my tongue darted out between my parted lips to lick his thumb. I felt his pressure on my back pull me closer so I was flush against him.

He exhaled deeply as he watch me do that, his breath on my face made my eyes close and he lowered his lips to meet mine. He kissed me so softly that I couldn’t think, holding my face in his cool hands, leaning over me. When I felt him start to pull away my reflexes acted without thought and one hand shot up to hold fast to his brown hair and pull him back to me. I wanted more. I had tasted him now and nothing had ever been sweeter.

His low voice chuckled and I felt it rumble through my chest when my spare hand snaked down to his lean waist, hooking my finger through the back belt loop of his trousers and pull him closer, desperate for a tighter proximity.

One of his thighs slipped in between mine and I opened my mouth to him, infatuated with his taste.

In any other situation I would have sold my kidney to know what he was thinking in that exact moment - to be fair I didn’t even know what I was thinking. All that worry in class about even being seen as too friendly and now I was weak kneed and helplessly trying to stop myself grinding on his strong thigh. All I knew was just how badly I wanted him. Fuck consequences. I had never allowed myself to act explicitly on my feelings. Tirelessly trying to crush my tiny flirting actions that come naturally when you’re attracted to someone. In conversation licking my lips when I noticed him looking, or hand on the bicep, fleeting and teasing mention of his sweet arse, standing close to him, undressing him with my eyes when he wasn’t looking in class. The only time I had ever acted on the impulses I couldn’t control was when there were so overwhelming my only hope was to suppress them until I found myself alone and in the dark with my thoughts that had turned to Gwil and my hand traveled down between my pressed together thighs.

I didn’t need to know what he was thinking - he was showing me. Maybe he had always felt the same way. He dipped his head and his arms pulled around me, drawing me in closer if possible. I sucked his bottom lip and pulled it into my mouth. God he tasted so good. His hand gripped the back of my head and I felt his hot tongue slide into my mouth. Again I sucked this time on what he was giving me and I felt in his surprise his leg push further in between my own. Finally some friction! I definitely wasn’t feeling cold anymore.

I believe if anyone found themselves in this situation like I did, it’s not hard to imagine the acceleration of the moment. From a simple little kiss that was not allowed, it opened the floodgates to wild and desperate actions of two people finally giving in to what they wanted but thought they couldn’t have.

He pulled my hair and bit my dark lips and I gripped the back of his neck and threw an arm to drag him impossibly closer over his broad shoulders. His stubble scratched my soft cheeks but that abrasion pushed me harder - I was finally feeling something that I had been secretly longing for since I first met him. In his apartment over blaringly loud and malfunctioning music in sweat pants and worn jumper. And in the open lecture hall the next day watching him passionately stride across the floor, glasses slipping down his nose with his lean body in a crisp and respectable button up shirt and trousers that captured the curve of his arse in a not very respectable way. It made me curse under my breath and boil with frustration noticing all the other girls pineing over him too. I daydreamed about marking him with hickies visible even above his collar to keep those girls off him. I haplessly imagined him becoming me innocently over to his desk at the front of class and whispering the dirtiest things into his ear or licking his ear lobe delicately to make him shiver. I’d blush when he’d compliment me on my diligence in class in his friendly manner knowing full well within my heart there was little being absorbed into my brain apart from imprinting into my memory the image of his crotch with his pants taunt over hard thighs and the swell agains the seam of his cock when he sat. I would always jolt and scold myself for my behaviour since that is not just friends behaviour.

Notable, one time when sitting on the front of his desk I choked when he absently rubbed his thighs as he spoke and slapped them before getting up to keep moving. I kept scribbling a large hand spanking an arse hard on the glossy top of the desk with a pencil before freaking out when the girl sitting next to me glanced over. Rubbing it off in a hurry and burning hot in the face.

Those secret glances he seldom threw at me when he couldn’t stop himself I held thightly onto, though even more importantly the conversation and ciggarettes shared on the private roof.

He picked me up and dropped my arse on the concrete rail, my leg spread to accomodate for him to position between them. My dress rode up to my knees and he pushed it further, his cold hands on my hot thighs made noises escape me. I locked my ankles behind him and pulling him closer again. His grip squeezed my thighs. I couldn’t get close enough and I thought I might die if I didn’t.

So I bit him. And he froze. Our bodies were still haphazardly entwined together, neither one of us wanting to create distance from the other. His lips left mine and I almost whined at its loss. He only pulled back far enough so I could see his face. I blushed and he devilishly grinned me, his beautiful teeth framed by his kissed lips. Lips kissed - by me.

“Y/n … did you just bite me?” He asked, still grinning. An eyebrow arched, raised like in class when a shit student gives him a smart-arse answer. That rise of the eye brown usually was followed by Sir in academic talk tearing that student a new one and outsmarting the smart-arse to put him back in his place. It alway got me flustered when I witnessed it, like a show of mental power that for some reason got me wet. That raised eyebrow meant trouble, but this was the trouble I wanted to be in.

I uncoiled my arms and gently removed his glasses, tucking them into my pocket before turning to him. I leant in again so my lips only just grazed his and smiled myself.

“Maybe..” I teased. I gently brushing my lip against his. His thumb pressed at the base of the hollow of my throat in response. Teetering there, on the edge of a building with this man pressed between my legs, one hand close to my throat and the other up my dress - I was so vulnerable to him, and it excited me.

“Gwil - god, Gwil…” I mumbled. My eyes closed under his attentive watch. I knew he was going to do something, there was no way I was imagining what was happening on this rooftop, the anticipation was killing me.

“You have absolutely no idea how bad I wanted this, Sir.” I admitted, letting my head drop back to expose more of my neck to him which he lazily and purposely slowly kissed. Far too delicate for what I wanted - and I needed. He was enjoying toying with me, playing with me and seeing my reaction to his blazing touch.

He chuckled, he nose dragging from my collar bone up to my ear lobe. I was coming apart from his teasing - I could feel him smiling when I quivered and a gasp escaped my stretched throat.

“This is the type of stuff I think about when I’m alone -“ I started again, my mind to hazy with over situation to grasp what I was confessing.

“Alone?…” he asked and stopped his agonising advances. “You mean you really are…” he was unable to get the words out. He hand on my thigh squeezed hard, his hand pushed up so his thumb was enveloped in my thighbrow crease and his fingers splayed over as much of my arse has he could reach. The tips of his fingers digging in. He breathed deeply and pushed himself against me harder.

“When I’m in bed and I think of you, I don’t have any choice do I? How could I possibly fall asleep with the thought of you like this on me. Or in me… me on you or spread across your desk or table and I … well, I have to release that tension some how.”

It was my turn to play with him now, so I let him watch me draw a line from my chin down my breast bone, past my navel to settle between my legs. His eyes feasted on me. His chest heaving.

“So…” I said, still holding his undivided attention, “I play these little situation in my head, most of the time I can’t even get to the end because pretending my hand is your tongue is just too much for me sometimes.” He licked his lips and watched my fingers as they pressed practiced against the burning nerves and the slow circular motion I drew across them.

His jaw tensed “I know what you’re doing, miss.” He informed me. I fluttered my eyelashes and blew out a soft ‘O’ from between my parted lips, rolling my head back and pretending to ignore him.

He roughly grabbed my wrist, stopping my movements. He brought my hand up to his mouth and kissed the tips of my fingers.

The intensity of his gaze contrasting with the softness of his actions further heated me up.

Fuck - if he wanted to throw me onto the floor and pound me into the cold ground, the only thing I could do would be thank him. That thought made me smile so I flashed my pearly teeth at him and leant forward to drag them across his ear lobe.

“You are so damn naughty, you know that?” I felt his fingers catch the edge of my underwear. He tugged just ever so slightly.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to want to screw your brains out, practically all the time? You standing too close to me in class or when I catch you giving me one of those looks - god. How am I meant to behave and not blow a circuit?”

His grip was so strong I thought I was going to defiantly bruise. My breath quickened at the thought of him leaving marks on me.

“How am I able to do all these terrible things I want to do to you and not wreck this?” He continued.

“Y/n, what we have now? It’s driving me up the wall. I want to pin you down and make you cum on my tongue and I think about you riding my cock whenever I hear you making those dirty, dirty moans through the walls. I’m conflicted all the fucking time, it’s just a balancing act. I can’t take that pressure anymore. Fuck it. Let me fall.”

I almost ripped my dress off over my head when I heard him say that but his hold on me wouldn’t let me move an inch away. Both his hands on my lower back pulled my against him, I felt his hard outline through his pants press against my heat.

All I could say was “Oh-” hopelessly lost in the feeling of him where I wanted him so badly. I shifted myself on the dangerous edge to allow me to grind against him. Hard. His hand fisted in my hair as he growled. I couldn’t believe I had ever been cold from the intense and feverish heat that the friction did to me - or the sound of the carnal urge vibrating out of Gwil.

Only three layers of clothing between us. But hey, who was counting?

Must have been reading my mind because he scooped me up and placed me on the ground so he was back looming over me with his towering and intimidating height. He walked serged forwards and I stumbled back on wobbly legs until my back hit the door to the staircase back down to the apartments.

I gulped.

His eye glinted. His whole body pressed against mine, he was all I could see and feel. Hands either side of my head, leaving me no where to look but into his blazing stare. There was nothing else in my world but him.

I grabbed his loosened tie and pulled him down to my eye level.

“I honestly think I may die, Sir, if you leave me like this a second longer.” I confessed my need for him. My body was pumping with the sweetest pain of utter desperation and anticipation. For a second I thought of him pushing into me, hot, hard and throbbing. I wanted to be a complete mess underneath him. On top of him. In front of him. I wanted him to bruise me. Feel like cock slid through my slick folds and twice inside me.

His voice was so deep and he licked the lips of his cunning smile.

“You have nothing to worry about, miss y/n… I promise I will -”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence because I wasn’t lying. I seriously thought I may die if I didn’t get more of him. All of him.

He blindly pushed the door behind me open and we stumbled into the corridor.

[ravenclawshavemorefun]

Monstre Aux Yeux Verts 《a miraculous ladybug fanfiction》 chapter 5

Adrian can't stop thinking about the night before. Supper at Marinette's was the most fun he'd had in a very long time. Adrian was young when his mother disappeared but he still remembered how she made everything fun, even boring every day tasks. He remembered going to the park with her, movie nights, and even cleaning his bedroom, but he never remembered having a meal as a family like they did at Marinette's. They joked and laughed with eachother during and after the meal while they all cleaned up together. Adrian had been more than happy to help out, they treated him like part of the family. Although Luka was there also, he felt closer to Marinette than he had ever felt before.

"What are you thinking about?" Plagg asks packing away some camembert in Adrian's backpack for the school day, "you're smiling and laughing at nothing like a crazy person over there."

"Last night." Adrian laughs.

"What was so great about it? They didn't even have a cheese platter."

"All you think about is your own stomach, Plagg. When i have my own family, we'll have all our meals like that."

"Cheese-less?!" Plagg gasps.

"No!" Adrian laughs, "together and fun."

"Whatever you say, kid."

There's a knock at the door and Natalie opens the door a crack, "Adrian, your breakfast is getting cold and you have 10 minutes before you need to leave for school."

"Thank you, Natalie, but I'm not very hungry." Adrian says packing up the rest of his things and heading to the door.

"Is everything alright?" She asks in her usual way: deadpan, like it didn't matter to her either way, but Adrian knew her better.

"Don't worry," he smiles at her, "everything's great, i just had a large supper last night."

She nods, "i hope it was a pleasant evening." They start walking to the front door where his bodyguard is waiting to take him to school.

"It was so fun!" Adrian gushes, "Mr. Dupain is so funny! He played a prank on us with wasabi flavored macaroons and had us laughing all night! Mrs. Dupain-Chang is so nice and Marinette-" he blushes, "she's just really great. Do you think father will allow me to go out like that more often?"

"I'm not sure, Adrian, that is a question for him."

They reach the front door. "Right." He says deciding to not get his hopes up.

"Have a productive day at school." Natalie says as he and his bodyguard walk out, he waves goodbye.

"Marinette!" Her mother calls up the stairs, "if you don't hurry you're going to be late!"

"Coming, mom!" She calls back, throwing her stuff in her bag.

"Last night seemed like a success." Tikki states optimistically, "Adrian looked very happy."

"I hope so, Tikki. I had no idea he was dealing with so much at home."

"It really makes you appreciate what you have, doesn't it?" Tikki asks getting into her hiding spot.

"It sure does. I hope the advice i gave him works and things get better for him." Marinette says nervously.

"Don't worry so much, Marinette, it was great advice."

She runs downstairs and grabs an apple to eat on the way to school.

"Marinette, tell your friends i can make more wasabi macaroons if they'd like!" Her father laughs.

"Oh, dad, you're not that funny!" Marinette says despite laughing as well.

Alya was standing with Nino and Adrian on the steps of the school waiting for her. "Hey, girl, we were about to give up on you being on time today!" Alya says smiling.

"Sorry, guys!" She says hurrying up the steps. In her hurry she misses a step and flys forward. Adrian catches her in a hug. "Ugh! Sorry!" She blushes, "honestly, it's beyond surprising I've never broken a bone considering how 'graceful' i am."

Adrian pulls her into a standing position chuckling, "you okay?" He pulls away a little but keeps a hand on the small of her back.

Marinette puts a hand on his arm and moves away to a more appropriate distance for 'just friends'. "Yeah, thank you." She self consciously looks away at Nino and Alya who both have a strange look on their face that she can't read. "Are we ready to go in?" She asks. They all walk towards the door, Adrian holds it open for her. "He seems happier, at least" she thought to herself.

Waiting for class to start, Alya nudges Marinette, "what happened after Nino and i left yesterday?" She whispers.

"Well, Adrian and Luka stayed for supper..." Marinette whispers back.

"And?"

Marinette's confused, "and that's it. Why?"

"Adrian's acting a little different today is all, i was just curious." Alya smiles like she knows something Marinette doesn't.

"How's it going, dude?" Nino asks Adrian then adds in a whisper, "what was the deal with you and Marinette earlier?"

"What do you mean?" Adrian asks feeling a little warm.

"Did you tell her?" Nino asks.

Adrian shushes him even though he was already whispering, "no, she doesn't know, but... I'm going to tell her." He decides impulsively.

"Everything?" Nino asks eyes wide.

"Probably not the stalking and spying stuff but yeah, I'm gonna tell her i love her."

"Woah, dude! Too soon!" Nino hisses, "you can't just tell a girl you love her out of nowhere!"

"You can't? Why not?"

"Well... 'cause you can't. You gotta start slow. Like asking her out first. Is her date with Luka still on?"

Adrian gets that burning sensation in his stomach, "how am i supposed to know?"

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class, Adrian? Nino?" Startled, they shake their heads. "May we start class then?" The teacher asks amidst giggles from the rest of the class. Adrian looks down at his books a little embarrassed. And class begins.

"Adrian seemed to have a good evening at the Dupain-Chang's." Natalie states to Mr. Agrest.

"I'm aware, but it's only a matter of time before his heart brakes." Mr. Agrest says certainly.

"Are you sure Miss. Dupain-Chang wouldn't want to be in a relationship with Adrian? We won't wait that long to akumatize him will we?"

"Of course not, Natalie, i have back up plans to be sure he will be akumatized before the week is out. Then i will have the miraculous and our family will be one again." Mr. Agrest gazes at a photo of his wife and Natalie nods feeling conflicted.

School passes quickly, at lunch Alya, Nino, Marinette, and Adrian are all sitting together talking and eating when Alya says, "it's been a really long time since anyone has been akumatized, hasn't it? I hope that doesn't mean something big is coming."

Marinette and Adrian realise she's right and their eyes widen. Nino says, "yeah, it's been almost a week. Maybe Hawkmoth gave up." He adds hopefully.

The room quiets a little then hushed whispers give the illusion the room was full of snakes. The four of them look around to see what's going on. "What's Luka doing here?" Alya asks.

Adrian looks at Marinette and watches her cheeks get pink, "i don't know, maybe he has to drop something off with Juleka."

"Most guys don't bring their sister flowers at school." Nino scoffs. Adrian quickly looks at Luka, sure enough he was carrying a medium sized bakery box and just a single pink flower.

"Hey, guys, i have a long lunch break so i thought I'd stop by and eat with you." He sat next to Marinette and held out the pink flower to her, "this is for you, Mari, i saw it and thought of you." She took the flower and thanked him, blushing furiously.

"What's in the box?" Alya asks.

"Oh, i stopped by the bakery, your parents said these are your favorite dessert, and i made your dad swear they aren't wasabi flavored." Luka laughs. They all laugh with him and grab a macaroon from the box. They were red strawberry with chocolate filling and dark chocolate with mint filling the colors of Ladybug and Chat Noir. Adrian gets an idea, as Chat Noir he's much more confident, he could tell Marinette tonight as Chat Noir. Feeling more confident, Adrian takes a bite of his dark chocolate and mint macaroon. He'll just have to bide his time until then.

Marinette felt very self conscious with the whole room looking at her and Luka sitting together. Luka seems to read her mind, "i hope it was okay that i came here," he takes her hand and whispers in her ear, "i didn't realize it would cause such a scene."

Marinette gives his hand a squeeze and whispers back, "I'm glad you came."

Once everyone got used to Luka being there everything went back to normal and the rest of the school day was mostly uneventful.

That evening after the meeting with Jagged Stone Marinette and Tikki decided Ladybug should go around the city and check things out. "It's strange that Hawkmoth hasn't made any moves lately." Tikki says suspiciously.

"I agree. He wouldn't just give up, he must have something big planned." Marinette says setting her stuff aside on her desk. "Let's make our rounds, Tikki, spots on!"

Nothing seemed out of ordinary around Paris, after a couple hours flying around the city, Ladybug decided it was time to go home. She lands on her rooftop terrace and feels a presence there with her. "Who's there?" She calls swinging her yoyo.

"Woah, milady, it's just me." Chat Noir steps out of the shadows.

"What are you doing here?" They both ask at the same time.

Chat Noir laughs, "i just wanted to talk to Marinette."

"'Talk to Marinette'?" Ladybug repeats, "why?"

Chat looks uncomfortable, "well... i just... why are you here?" He changes the subject.

"I am... checking things... around the city." She says carefully, "don't you think it's strange that Hawkmoth hasn't made a move lately?"

"The thought has crossed my mind. Did you find anything?"

"No." She says half relieved but still a little apprehensive.

"Well, i guess all we can do is wait." Chat says sitting in one of the lawn chairs.

"What are you doing, Chat?" Ladybug asks crossing her arms.

"What? Nothing. Waiting." Chat says nervously.

"Here? You're up to something, i can feel it." Ladybug tapps her foot waiting.

Chat gives her a long look. "Okay, look. I've been waiting so long for you to love me like i love you, and I've realized that it's just not going to happen."

Ladybug sits in the other lawn chair. "I'm sorry, Chat-" she begins but is interrupted.

"No, let me finish. You are a great friend and partner, so I'll always care about you, but I've decided i need to move on."

Ladybug is surprised to feel a little stung, "but what does Marinette have to do with it?"

"I have feelings for her." Chat says quietly looking away.

Ladybug mentally facepalms. Of course that stupid cat would "move on" to the same dang person except without the mask. "You know you can't reveal your true identity to her, right?"

"Yeah." He sighs.

"What kind of relationship would that be if she can't truly know you?" Ladybug cuts herself with her own double edged sword. How could she be in a relationship with Luka if he couldn't truly know her?

Chat Noir interrupts her thoughts, "so what? We can't be in relationships ever? That doesn't seem fair! Everyone has secrets! Everyone!" He has a point, she thought to herself. "I don't care if you think I'm selfish, i have to tell her. Tonight." He adds stubbornly.

"What about Luka?" She asks before she could stop herself.

Chat looks at her suspiciously, "what about him?"

"Well uhhh... she uh... told me about this boy Luka- i think that's his name. She said he asked her on a date for friday and she agreed." Ladybug hopes that sounded convincing.

"Maybe i will sweep her off her feet and she'll forget all about that guy." Chat grumbles.

Ladybug giggles, "oh, Chat, i love you, but you have the worst timing."

"I have the worst timing? I tell you I've moved on and THEN you tell me you love me? It's like I'm cursed!"

"You're not cursed. Maybe you should find someone in your normal day-to-day life."

"She is from that part of my life, but i can't talk to her- what are you doing?"

Ladybug had clapped her hands over her ears and started humming, "i can't know anything about your identity, Chat!"

"I didn't say anything... unless you know Marinette out of the mask too! Do we know eachother?!"

Ladybug jumped up out of the chair, "let's just stop there! We can't know anything!" She meant what she said but she couldn't stop herself from wondering.

"Maybe we can talk to Master Fu, it would just be easier if we knew everything about eachother."

"Yeah! Easier for Hawkmoth! All it would take is one little slip. It's not just about us, its about our loved ones too. You have to think about someone other than yourself, Chat!" She says out of frustration.

Chat looks hurt, "you think i don't?"

"I didn't mean-"

"I know what you meant, Ladybug. But maybe if you knew who i really was you'd understand that this mask helps me be the real me. The people i care about are the same in both lives, so is it really safer to not know eachothers identities or are you just afraid to let someone know the real you?" Ladybug is stunned into silence and Chat scoffs, "go ahead and run away. I'll wait here for Marinette."

Ladybug isn't sure what to say and stands there awkwardly for a few moments before taking off around the corner and de-transforms. "This is going to get really awkward, Tikki."

"Speak from the heart, Marinette, he'll understand." Marinette takes a deep breath and walks down the street to the door beside the bakery that lead straight to the rooms upstairs.

Chat spots Marinette walking down the street alone and watches her step towards the side door just below. He takes a deep breath and tries to figure out how to say what he needs to say. He hears Marinette shut her bedroom door and he waits. Should he knock? Should he wait to see if she comes out to the terrace? He quickly grabs the bouquet of flowers he had left in the shadows when Ladybug surprised him. He was about to knock on the trap door when it busts open and hits him in the face. He groans and covers his bleeding nose. He can't even see Marinette with his eyes streaming but he could hear her.

"Oh my god! Chat Noir! I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were there! Oh my god! Your bleeding! Don't move! I'll be right back!" Chat sits there trying to clear his vision and stop the bleeding. Marinette returns less than a minute later with a first aid kit and tends to his sore nose. "I don't think it's broken at least. I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine, princess, I'm fine." Chat held the tissues Marinette gave him to his nose.

"What are you doing lurking around by my door?"

"Great! Starting off on a bad foot." Chat thought to himself. "I wasn't lurking! I was about to knock like a gentleman when you threw it open like the room was on fire. Is your room on fire?" He asks mockingly.

"No!" She says shortly. "I just... it doesn't matter, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." He cuckles and hands her the bouquet, "these are for you."

"Oh. Thank you. What are they for?" She asks surpised.

Chat laughs, "well not for breaking my nose, that's for sure."

She slaps his arm playfully, "oh its not broken! Don't be a baby."

Chat stands and offers her his hand and pulls her up. They walk to the chairs and sit. "There's something I want to talk to you about." Marinette's face gets very serious. "I came to tell you that..." Chat pauses looking for the right words, "I... I... really like you, Marinette. I think you're really awesome and beautiful and..." Marinette blushes.

"That's really sweet of you Chat but we don't really know eachother."

"But we do-"

"You can't tell me your identity!" Marinette interrupts him. She sighs and keeps her eyes closed, Chat takes the opportunity to study her face without judgment, "i wish things were different, but they aren't. If i were akumatized i would get you hurt, or worse and i never want to hurt you, Chat."

Moved, Chat caresses her cheek and she opens her eyes, "i understand, princess, but i felt like if i didn't tell you i would burst. When Ladybug and i defeat Hawkmoth maybe things will be different for us."

She delicately lays a hand over his, "i hope we'll be able to get to know eachother, but until then i hope you find someone that makes you happy, even if you can't tell them you're a superhero."

Chat fights an overwhelming urge to de-transform and show her who he really was, but decides he has to confess his love for her as Adrian. "Maybe i will."

"How did you think that was going to end?" Plagg asks bluntly.

Adrian bellyflops onto his bed "I don't know." He sighs, "but now that I've said it as Chat Noir i know what to say. Tomorrow's the day. Ive got to tell her before it's too late."

[neonbluewaves]

2, 3 & 4 for the Mc and Jacob's Ask, pretty please 🤗💖 ( u sure u don't bite? 👀 )

Wooh I wrote a lot, i think

Anyways, thanks for asking! hope I don’t bore you, under the cut because it a lot

2. How did you come up with your MC and Jacob’s backstory (family, where they’re from, their relationship with each other, etc.)?

Well, since I gave her an English surname and it was pretty randomly chosen, I looked it up to see what could I do with it. Welkin means sky, the heavens or the celestial sphere, so from here I imagined that her family was pretty free spirited, open minded, you kinda get the idea. I planned to make them all very light in palette, pale skin, blonde or light brown hair, and clear eyes. But since I wanted her to be half Spanish, put a little bit of me in there I gave them a second surname, Prieto. Which is a variant from “preto” , dark. And that gave me the idea of making her mother’s side of the family the opposite. Kinda like the Blacks, they’re purebloods proud of it, mixing with the dark arts and having a bad reputation. And that took me to the family drama, because I liked the idea of having some hypocrisy going along. They’re very protective of family, but they’ll destroy each other if they see fit. So we get a muggle grandpa mixed in, to let in that “oh no, they’re not ALL bad” and then you got in the pshyco racist uncle nobody likes.

I wanted to put in one dangerous relative so Neon would have a shadow always lurking, something not only driving her to be better, but that connected Neon’s hogwarts’ adventure and her life outside of the school. When jacob goes missing, their parents try to find him and their uncle strikes in. So in Neon’s mind finding Jacob is the key to getting her parents back. It ties it all together and makes Neon looking for Jacob even more desperate. I added the family book to give Narcisso a motivation to set after his own family, him being evil just to be evil is too much simple. There’s something in that book he wants so bad and I like to keep alluding to it until I finally reveal why ( I don’t wanna spoil it yet).

As for the relationship with each other, I made Jacob and Neon close, loving siblings. Neon needed a reason to be worried and sad. She loved his brother with all her heart, they had fun, they teased each other and fought. That special close bond that only siblings have. They are so loud and annoying to each other, when Jacob dissapears it feels like there’s a hole in Neon, there’s so much silence it’s unbearable, and music only does so much.

At first I thought that her being alone in the world was a bit too cruel and obvious, so I gave her two cousins that act as sisters and two uncles, who although I haven’t really showed much, you can tell they love her as much. I’ll admit this later gave me more material for family drama, so I have that there.

I kinda wanted to make a ”Go ahead, bite the Big Apple. Don’t mind the maggots.”

3. How did you come up with your version of Jacob?

I took inspiration from two people. One my own brother, who will forever annoy me and who I would kill for. The thing is I could only take inspiration from his personality, because when I was thinking about his design I new I couldn’t draw my brother when he was little. HE LOOKS SO FUCKING MUCH LIKE HARRY POTTER IT’S SURREAL. I’M NOT FUCKING JOKING, WE HAVE PHOTOS AND HE WORE ROUND GLASSES, I’VE HAD FRIENDS COME OVER, SEE HIS PHOTO AND BE LIKE “WHY YOU HAVE A PICTURE OF HARRY POTTER AS A SAILOR?” “BECAUSE THET’S MY BROTHER THE DAY OF HIS COMMUNION”

The other person is a childhood friend of mine who was just as much of a brother, I swear people thought we were siblings because of the constant bickering. We always played together and we told each other our secrets and shit.

Both my friend and my brother had a couple of things in common, so it made his personality easy, smart, fun, shy, loyal and thoughtful. I thought making him charming would give him an advantage on how he convinced people to help him and give him what he wanted. Of course he also has his negative traits, like being pretty lazy, bossy, cynical, selfish, paranoid and irresponsible. These last two are specially important to me because I feel like they are the main reasons as to why everything goes to shit and gives the start to MC’s story, and more specifically Neon, since it’s his paranoia of everyone dying what drives him to run away.

I also wanted him to be kinda opposite to Neon to balance them. Jacob is composed, calm, thinks before acting, is shy and Neon is loud, impulsive, acts way before thinking and is bold. One’s ice the other’s fire, and they make a warm home and a horrible lukewarm wet mix when arguing

4. How does your MC cope with everything they’ve endured with Jacob, R, and the Vaults?

I’m pretty sure it’s obvious that Neon’s a mess. The kid gets into fights 24/7 for fuck’s sake, she needs help. She smokes and she drinks. And it all roots to the fact that she almost died once. Remember the river accident? The one were she almost drowned? Yeah, in Neon’s mind she should have died that day, and the fact that she gets strangled by the devil’s snare in first year just proves her she’s right. Do you know Hamilton’s lyrics in Hurricane? “I couldn’t seem to die” that’s what Neon hears in the back of her head. She’s so goddamn reckless because that’s her unconscious way of running away and giving up, she feels like she deserves it, so she self-sabotages, because she won’t actively surrender. And the person who used to help her, be there for her and know when she needed someone is her father, and he’s in a coma.

me @ myself: You fucked up a perfectly good witch is what you did, look at her, she’s got deeply rooted issues

[whosjunglejim4322]

A Bitter Taste-JJK

Summary- Your new roommate happens to be a vampire. He also happens to have a peculiar distaste towards humans, ironically. What happens when he realizes, that you're the only person he’s sorta liked in over a century?

Genre | vampire!Jungkook x reader, best friend!Taehyung x reader, angst, some fluff between bff Tae and Y/n

Warnings | slight nsfw content, mentions of blood

So a vampire and a human walk into a shared apartment..." 

The joke will never be even remotely funny, not even when it is passing the pink lips of your best friend Taehyung, his eyes transforming into crescent moons as he laughs exuberantly at his own wit. 

You roll your eyes with the ghost of a smile still lingering on your pout, chin in your palm as your metal straw clanks against the melting ice in your empty glass. You finished your Bloody Mary an hour ago, but you just can’t bring yourself to leave the company of Taehyung. 

Mostly because the creature who has been your housing mate for the past three months, sort of despises anything that has an actual heartbeat. 

You don’t exactly blame him, considering what humans have done to vampires in the past, and the fact that in some other parts of the world vampires are still hunted and killed rather than accepted. 

Your city, in fact, is one of the only ones that actually considers vampires as common folk, even having functioning blood banks filled with volunteers ready to help cater to them as to create a safe and healthy environment for everyone involved. 

Of course, there are a few bad apples, just as humans, which is why your city does things the way it does. 

If they have a safe place to get their meals, there are less rampages or hungry vampires going rouge. 

Not that vampires really scare you, which is why you had little to no inhibitions when signing the lease to become Jeon Jungkooks roommate. 

Though, it was safe to say that he wasn't exactly thrilled to have you in his quarters. But he was desperate, and honestly was willing to accept anyone. Even people like you, with your rose scented hair and bright, blinding smile. 

Disgusting, he had thought to himself. Who even are you? To come waltzing in smelling sweet, to have such warmth within your aura. You didn’t flinch, not even when he was telling you the rules you’d have to follow when living with him. 

“First and foremost, keep all of your refrigerated food on the bottom shelf. My meals stay on the top at all times, to keep them colder, and fresher.” 

You felt your skin crawl at the mention of his meals, but it’s no like you hadn't expected it. He’s a vampire for god sakes. It still doesn't mean that trying to make yourself a sandwich and seeing a bag of blood is very pleasant, though.

He met your eyes for the first time since you met him, the almost obsidian irises feeling as if they were boring into your soul. You are sure he could hear the beating of your heart, the pounding of your pulse. Maybe it’s because he looked like a walking, fallen angel; dark hair shadowing the sharp planes of his face, eyes hooded as if even looking at you is a task. 

Or maybe it was because, quite frankly, biting your tongue was becoming difficult, especially with the tone of his next statement. 

“And for no reason should you ever go into my room or study, no matter how urgent your mundane mind thinks the situation might be. Understood?” 

You grit your teeth, remembering that he simply is a disgruntled creature and that you shouldn't let it get to you. “Of course, your majesty.”

You aren't quite sure what compelled you to think that a being like him would find sarcasm to be even partially amusing, but it was already to late to take it back. 

“Your room is down the hall.”

His face remained stone cold, pink lips set into the same, straight line as they had been throughout the entire introduction. You leaned down to grab the handle of your suitcase, and gave him a jubilant grin as you turned on the heels of your boots and trotted off towards your room. 

He grimaced, suddenly feeling as if he needs a drink. He really didn’t know how he was going to put up with you. 

“I think I’m gonna head home, feeling woozy.” Taehyung pouts as you push your empty glass to the side, stretching your limbs before you slide out of the booth. 

He stands with you, gently grasping your wrists and pulling you towards his lithe figure. You let out a sigh as he looks down at you with puppy dog eyes. “Why don’t you stay over? We can have a movie night and eat our weight in snacks, for old times sake.” 

You smile warmly as you wrap your arms around Taehyungs middle, feeling contentment when surrounded by his warmth and sweet, lavender scent. You remind yourself to steal a dollop of whatever lotion he uses the next time you visit his place. 

“I wish I could, but I don’t want to piss off grumpy pants by coming home any later than midnight. Isn’t it you and Jimins anniversary anyways?” 

You look up at him through your lashes, watching his expression change from one of disappointment, to giddiness at the mention of his lover. 

“Yeah but he loves you, and so do I. Besides, why are you worried about coming home too late? Does someone have a crush on Mr. Cullen?” 

You groan against his chest before pushing yourself off of him, giving his broad shoulder a swat as you glare up at him, his dark eyebrows wiggling about. 

“First of all, he’s much more of a Dracula and-hey! I don't have a crush on him! I’d never-he’d never even look at me like that.” 

Taehyung pulls you back into him with a goofy, boxy grin, chuckling at your tipsy state as he whispers in your ear.

“Whatever, lightweight. Just remember who your first and best kiss was.” 

You squeal as the mint haired boy begins to assault your face with a series of loud, obnoxious smooches, causing you to push yourself off of him with a grimace as you wipe your face with your sleeve. 

You giggle as he throws up a finger heart, your eyes rolling for the tenth time tonight as you pull your phone out of your back pocket to call an Uber. 

It is, in fact, true. Taehyung was your first kiss all the way back in sixth grade, underneath the sunset at an empty park after band rehearsal. 

There was a time you had a helpless crush on the boxy smiled boy, how could you not? He’s all soft, honey colored skin, long eyelashes shading chocolate irises, and plump pink lips serving as the centerpiece of his canvas. 

But, you soon realized that he is much more of a platonic soulmate than a romantic one, and you were more than ok with that. In fact, you were thrilled when you found out that he and your universities most famous dance major, Jimin, began dating. 

“Uber is here, gotta go.” 

Taehyung groans, reaching over and giving your hands a squeeze. “That was fast, want me to walk you out?” 

You smile, shaking your head. “I think I can survive one night without TaeTae’s protection. Plus, your lover boy will be here any minute.”

His lips turn upwards at the mention of his childhood nickname, given to him by you, and his grin only grows at the thought of Jimin arriving shortly to begin celebrating their anniversary early. 

“Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow? I’ll have to tell you all about tonight.” he gives you a playful wink as you walk towards the exit, your eyebrows wiggling mischievously. 

“Of course, use protection!” you shout at him from across the bar, both of you ignoring any stares or expressions of distaste, You and Taehyung have always been like this, shameless around the other. It’s refreshing, having a best friend like him that seems to break you out of every shell that you are trying to hide in. 

“Always, baby!” he shouts back, causing a boisterous giggle to bubble in your throat as you exit, giving him a small wave goodbye. 

When you push your key into the lock belonging to you and Jungkooks shared apartment, you realize Taehyung was right. You are a lightweight.

Stumbling through the cold and dark apartment, you begin to think about how obvious it is that you live with a vampire. Speaking of Jungkook, it really bums you out that he doesn’t like you. 

Maybe it’s just the alcohol and exhaustion that is making you feel this way, but the more you dwell on it, the more it gets to you. You have been nothing but nice and accepting these past three months since the day you met him, and frankly, its unfair that he treats you the way he does. 

So, instead of walking to your room, you decide to make an admittedly unwise detour. You know that this isn’t a good idea, but hey, fuck it, right? If he was going to kill you or drain you of your blood he would have already, it’s not like this is going to suddenly make him angrier than what he already is. 

It’s the moment before your palm touches the cold door knob, that a petulant sound graces your ears. 

Actually, the more you listen and the louder the sound grows, you realize its far more than just petulant. It’s a cry, sharp and enough for your fight or flight senses to kick in. 

All your last two braincells can piece together is vampire, girl, crying, and before you know it, you are impulsively swinging Jungkooks door open. 

There are a few things you are expecting to find. Perhaps, a girl getting her throat ripped out. A room covered in blood. A sight that would undoubtedly be Lestats wet dream. 

But, to your surprise, there are none of those things. 

Just Jungkook, with one knee propped up on his messy bed, fingers digging into a soft pair of hips as he fucks the stranger into his mattress with enough force to make the person hang onto his nightstand for dear life.

You don’t even realize how long you've been staring until you hear Jungkook yelling, one arm in the air as he uses the other to cove his still hard manhood with one of his beige colored sheets. 

“Get the fuck out! Didn’t I tell you to never come in here?!” 

One look into his raven eyes, and you seem to come back down to reality, feet finally moving as you run out, slamming the door behind you before scuttling into your room, out of breath. 

You close your eyes, back against your door as you try to figure out what in the fuck just happened. 

You thought Jungkook was murdering someone, but instead, you just found him clapping cheeks. 

You feel like crying, quite honestly. You have always been like that, too sensitive for being scolded, too soft to be yelled at. You should have taken up Taehyungs offer and just stayed with him and Jimin, it would have been a hell of a lot better than making your already irate roommate dislike you even more. 

You don’t bother to remove your clothes as you slip into your bed, underneath the weight of your comforter. You try to think of anything other than the sight you’ve just seen, but it proves to be even harder than you think when you hear his bedroom door creak open, footsteps padding towards the front door before it opens, and then slams shut. 

You are going to hear it in the morning. 

The sun warms your skin as its golden rays peer through your blinds, light being the only thing you can see from behind your eyelids. 

For a moment you almost forget about last nights disconcerting events. Key word, almost.

Dread fills your empty stomach as you hear rustling coming from the kitchen just down the hall, signaling that Jungkook is awake. 

You have three options. 

Number one: pretend it never happened, go on about your business. 

Number two: just wait until he’s gone, then go make breakfast, and continue to avoid him at all costs. 

Number three: talk to him.

In your head, none of these will go particularly well. Pretending it never happened just isn’t going to happen, considering Jungkook practically jump at every opportunity he has to scold you. He will definitely give you hell for this one. 

Avoiding him is also literally impossible, since you literally live with him and will have to cross his path sometime or another. 

Talking to him, even with all the options being bad, is the best one. Perhaps he will understand once you explain to him that you were tipsy and totally misinterpreted what was going on. 

Or maybe the situation is just as helpless as you think it is. 

You open your door just enough to make sure Jungkook won’t see you as you scamper off to the bathroom, only catching sign of his back before you are in the clear. 

Emptying your bladder and brushing your teeth gives you time to think. Not nearly enough, though. But you figure if you brush any longer your gums will start to bleed, so it’s time to suck it up. 

You hype yourself up enough to actually feel semi confident as you walk out, giving your reflection a sigh. You look tired and scared, an image you don’t like. 

You know Jungkook knows you have entered the room, he’s a vampire, a stubborn and irritable one at that. But still, he leans against the counter with his broad back facing you as you sit at a bar stool opposite of him. 

He is sipping something out of a mug, what most people would presume to be coffee, but with all things considered you know better. Although, it probably is sort of like a vampires breakfast, so it doesn’t really bother you as much as it used to. 

It’s quiet until you speak, and you are sure he can sense the lump in your throat, the pounding of your pulse. Sure, like you've stated, you aren't scared of Jungkook by any means, but you are most definitely intimidated at times. 

It’s funny, because his appearance can sometimes juxtapose his personality and nature so much, that any one else would think of him as a soft young man with a charming smile and sweet eyes. 

If they only knew. 

“Listen, I really want to apologize for last night. I-I should have respected not only your wishes, but your privacy above all.” 

You take a deep breath, some of the blood returning to your face as you finally get your initial statement out into the open. 

He doesn’t reply for a few minutes, which should freak you out, but instead honestly gives you more time to breath properly before he finally does. 

“I honestly don’t know if you are an imbecile, or just human. Did you not hear what was going on? Did you just decide to barge in anyways despite specific instruction to never enter my room?”

Despite his words being venomous, his voice is eerily calm. Still, you hate how it’s making you stammer over your own words, how it’s making you feel inferior in a way that's unlike any other.

“T-That's the thing, I didn’t know what I was hearing exactly-” he cuts you off, whipping around to face you with both of his palms flat on top of the granite countertop. A gasp passes your lips as his wicked gaze meets your meek one, your eyes instinctively flicking to his chest as to avoid his malevolent stare.

“Oh I’m sorry, was the please Jungkook don’t stop, not a clear enough of an indication?!” 

At his voices rise in octave, you find yourself shuddering, trying to fight back the tears that burn the back of your throat. You don’t want him to see you cry, that's the last thing you;d ever want, in fact. For people like him, you feel as if it will only give them more of a reason to call you weak. 

“Cat got your tongue?” he spits as you fail to respond. It’s only a few more moments before you manage to find your voice 

“You know what I really heard before I barged in? What I thought was crying. And for a moment all I could see was an image of you, ripping some innocent girls throat out. For the first time, I was scared of you. Terrified, even.” 

His countenance twists into one of disgust and confusion, as if you’ve just used a slur. 

“And the worst part is that, after I realized I was wrong, I felt awful. Awful for going against your rules, awful for thinking you could ever do something like that. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that I wasn’t too far off the mark. Turns out you don't have to rip some ones throat out in order to be a vile person. I will be out of your hair by next week.”

He’s stunned, for the first time in a long time as you scoot away from the counter while wiping your cheeks free of the tears that spilled from your eyes, hopping off of the bar stool and disappearing into your room. 

He feels odd. No, he feels sick, if this is even what sick feels like. He can’t really remember the last time he felt like this, like if he had a beating heart, it would be bleeding out. Ok, that's dramatic, but he can’t explain it any other way. 

He doesn’t care if he hurts you, right? No. He does care, that's why he feels like this, right? You have never even shown an ounce of fear towards him, yet you were actually scared last night? Of him? 

No. No. This doesn’t feel right. You are Y/N, with an annoying bright smile and sweaters that are two times two large for your frame and who always manages to annoy him to the highest degree with your loud ass laughing whenever you’re watching Brooklyn 99. 

In fact, he actually remembers being pissed off at first, at the fact that you never even batted an eye at anything he did that showcased his vampiric characteristics. He is a monster, he feeds on your kind. 

Why are you acting as if he is just like anyone else? 

Some where deep inside, Jungkook wanted you to see him as evil. That's what he’s thought of himself for an entire century. 

But having you cry because of him, admit that you were terrified, to see a dark cloud of sorrow above your head; it doesn't feel as satisfying as he thought it would. In fact, it doesn't feel good at all. It feels like it’s shredding his insides. 

What the fuck are you doing to him, and how does he make this right?

[firenationember]

Destruction, Everywhere (OC Fic)

8/?

Authors note: It turns out I love Draya and Katara content as much as I love Draya and Zuko content LOL plus a little Aang and Draya friendship blurb!

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The next morning, we were woken up by explosions. I remember feeling the ground rumble before hearing the first blast, shooting up in my sleeping bag and looking at the others who had similar expressions on their faces. Aang was already in the air, airbending the bombs away before shutting huge panels that surrounded the courtyard. Toph and Haru, another earthbending friend of the Gaang, created a tunnel and quickly ushered us all inside. I turn to run into the tunnel before I stop, turning back to scan the room for Zuko. Aang asked him what he was doing before I could and as Zuko finished his thought, I ran up to him.

“You’re not facing them alone.” I said, quickly grabbing his arm before he could run off. He swiftly snapped his arm out of my grasp as he turned to me.

“Draya, we don’t have time. Go. I would never forgive myself if Azula hurt you. I can deal with her on my own.” Before I had time to react, he ran off, jumping through the now crumbling panels. Almost in unison, Aang and I yell out for him as Katara and Sokka remind us that time is not on our side. The temple around us was coming down and we had to get out, now or not at all.

My mind was racing as I stood with the group, too busy thinking about what could happen out there with Azula. Was is even actually her, or just some Fire Nation soldiers? I was snapped out of my thoughts as Katara suddenly yelled. We had to split the group up, Team Avatar plus Suki and Hakoda with the others. Aang couldn��t get Appa to go into the tunnel, and this was the only way out. Katara and Sokka hug their dad, sadness clear on their faces as they had to say goodbye again so soon.

Appa flew through the air, protected by a rock shield courtesy of Toph and as soon as she broke it, my eyes scanned the area for any sign of Zuko. I held my breath until I saw him floating up on an airship, letting out a small sigh of relief. We watched as Zuko and Azula fought on one of the airships, fire and lightening flying in every direction. I sat on my knees, sitting as high up on the flying air bison as I could without fear of falling; I wasn’t going to lose sight of Zuko. In one swift movement, they caused an explosion that made them both fly back.

“Come on Zuko.” I say quietly to myself, praying to the spirits that he was okay. Azula tumbled over one side clumsily, Zuko rolled down the other and fell headfirst. Aang flew Appa underneath his body and I sat up, preparing myself to help Zuko fall into the saddle. As he got closer, we made quick eye contact, both holding out one hand. He grabbed my hand and flipped over my body, never letting go as he lands and sits up next to me.

“She’s not gonna make it.” Zuko says as we all watch Azula fall through the air before she shot out lightening from her feet to boost herself closer to the mountain. She slid down the side, holding herself in place and watched as we flew away. “Of course she did.”

We found a spot to set up camp for the night, enjoying how it felt now, being just us again after so long. As we were laughing at Sokka’s toast to Zuko for holding off his sister and her soldiers, Katara stormed off. Zuko walked off after her and we all just watched, unsure what was wrong with either of them. When Katara and Zuko returned, the others and I had already put the fire out and dispersed for the night. Katara went straight to her tent, and I just looked at Zuko, who sat next to the smoldering firepit, letting out a huff.

“Everything okay?” I asked, taking a seat next to him. He chuckled, shaking his head.

“With me or Katara?” I just stared at him in response, scooting closer and giving his arm a reassuring squeeze. He smiled, laying his hand on top of mine and returning the gesture. He was quiet for a few beats before speaking, as if he wasn’t sure what to say. “She’s your best friend, right? Do you know why she hates me so much?” It was my turn to chuckle and shake my head.

“I mean, you did chase and terrorize them for a few months. I’m sure that probably has something to do with it.” I said, as lightly as I could. I felt his body tense next to me and, before he could remove his hand from my arm, I place my free hand on top of it as I turned to face him. “She doesn’t hate you, Zuko. She just doesn’t trust you, and it makes sense why. She’ll come around.” He barely let the last words escape my mouth before he spoke again.

“Has she ever told you what happened to her mother?” I looked at him with wide eyes, shocked by his question.

“Only that they lost her during a Fire Nation raid. I don’t think she likes to talk about it in detail too much.” I say, not knowing what else to tell him. He quickly stood up, letting my hands drop back into my lap.

“Do you know where Sokka is?” He looked down at me, and I wasn’t sure what he was thinking. I stood up next to him and bit my lip as I thought about what I was going to say next. I’ve seen this expression, the night before he and Sokka went to the Boiling Rock prison.

“I think he went to bed Zuko, and maybe it’s for the best. We should all just go to sleep before doing anything impulsive, we’ve had a long day.” His expression went from one of preparing to annoyance.

“You don’t get it. They all trust you; she trusts you. I won’t feel like I belong here until she can trust me too.” He stormed off towards Sokka’s tent. His sharp tone stunned me, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about his sudden explosion. I decided to deal with it tomorrow, going to my tent for the night, hoping his anger probably wasn’t directed towards me.

The next morning, I was sitting with Sokka and we kept Aang company as he fed Appa when Katara approached him and told him she needed to borrow the flying bison. Aang tried to make a joke before realizing how serious Katara was. I held my gaze on Zuko, who was walking behind her and refusing to look anywhere else but Aang. They got into an emotional debate about closure, about revenge, emotions running high. Aang was trying to convince Katara to forgive the man who killed her mother while Katara insisted it was impossible. Sokka, Aang and I waited next to Appa that night, catching Zuko and Katara trying to sneak away. Aang tried to convince Katara to choose forgiveness, one last time.

“Aang’s right, Katara. Whatever ends up happening, I hope you find what you need.” I say, shooting one final glance at Zuko as he retorted back before they flew off. We stood there and looked up at the sky, Sokka walking to his tent with a yawn. Aang and I continued to stand there, even after they were long out of sight. Aang let out a deep sigh. I reached out and put my arm around his shoulder, Aang returning the halfhearted hug with one arm.

“They’ll do the right thing. I know they will.” He said, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy.

“I just hope they’re okay.” I say with a sigh, dropping my arm and walking back to the campsite with Aang. We walked back to our tents, knowing there was nothing else we could do. I laid in my sleeping back that night, staring at makeshift tent above me as I thought about Katara and Zuko. Their little fieldtrip will either bring them closer together, which would be great, or it’s going to drive a deeper wedge between them. I know Zuko is just trying to get on her good side, but something about Katara’s demeanor before they left is making me worry. My thoughts kept spiraling around until I fell asleep, listening to the ocean waves and winds surrounding us.

While Katara and Zuko were gone, the others and I weren’t sure what to do. Sokka, Suki and Toph took this chance to relax, Toph mentioning how it’s easier to do without “Mother Katara” around. I was sitting with my back against a big rock, away from the others while still being close enough to hear their chattering and watching the clouds, when Aang came over to me. I smiled at him and pat the grass next to me. He plopped down with a heavy sigh and looked up at the sky.

“Don’t you think that cloud looks like a turtleduck?” I asked, pointed to a shapeless white blob, not sure what was on his mind and not sure what else to say. Aang just sighed in response, causing me to turn my body towards him. “Aang, what’s wrong? You can talk to me.” I say, in the softest tone I can muster. He rubs the back of his neck with one hand before turning to face me.

“Do you want to do some firebending training with me?” He asked, clearly not wanting to talk about what was really bothering him. I offered him a small smile before nodding and getting up.

“Only if you promise you’ll talk to someone, even if it’s not me. Something is obviously bothering you Aang. You don’t have to deal with it alone. We’re all here for you.” I place an arm on his shoulder and he smiled at me, returning the gesture.

“Thank you Draya. Maybe after some training I’ll feel ready to talk.” He said, and in one swift movement we wrapped our arms around the others’ shoulders and walked until we found a good place to firebend without destroying greenery. We moved side by side for a while, working on moves that Zuko’s taught us. Aang even walked me through some of the forms for the Dancing Dragon, something Zuko hasn’t had a chance to do yet. It was almost sunset when we decided to stop, both of us sweating immensely and satisfied with our practice today. I walked over to the docks, laying on my stomach to be able to reach the water below us, cupping some in my hands to wash my face off with. I heard footsteps and looked over to see Aang walking towards me, an apple in each hand. He handed me one as I sat up and he sat next to me, taking a big bite of the other.

“Thank you for showing me some of the Dancing Dragon forms, those will be fun to surprise Zuko with later.” I say, trying to make light conversation so Aang didn’t feel forced to talk about anything he didn’t want to. After a few seconds of crunching, each of us enjoying the sweet fruit, Aang sighed.

“Draya. You have to promise not to tell anyone what I’m about to ask you about.” Aang said, sounding more serious than I was ready for.

“Of course, Aang. I promise.” I said, suddenly worried what it was he was going to tell me. Aang spoke while watching the water, waving his hand slowly and waterbending small waves in the water below us.

“Draya… you and Katara are close right? Has she ever talked about… anyone?” My sudden concern melted away at his question, and a small laugh left my throat. Aang’s head snapped in my direction and he threw his hand down, causing the water to explode as if a huge ball was just thrown into it. I gasped as the water splashed up at us, the coldness of it shocking me. “Forget I asked!” Aang said, starting to get up. I grabbed his arm to keep him from leaving.

“Aang, I’m sorry. I wasn’t laughing at your question; I was laughing at how worried I was that something was wrong when really… wait. Why are you asking about Katara?” I asked, looking at him curiously with a small smile. His face became pink as he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I- I don’t know. I was just curious, I guess.” He mumbled, obviously second guessing ever saying something. I wasn’t going to tell him about the time Katara asked me about Zuko and refused to tell me about whoever she was thinking about, whoever caused her to blush when I asked her if she had a crush. I knew I had to say something though, so I chose my words carefully.

“Katara has a lot on her mind right now, I mean obviously she left with Zuko to find the man who killed her mother. On top of having to be separated from her father for the third time she’s had to try to accept Zuko into the group, someone who’s betrayed all of you, multiple times. She cares about you a lot, Aang. Just be there for her, and she’ll be there for you.” I didn’t know how Katara felt about Aang, or the other way around; at least, they’ve never said it explicitly. I saw it in their interactions, the way she spoke about him when he wasn’t around, the way he looked at her all the time. My answer seemed to satisfy Aang as his once drooping head was held tall, chest puffed out, as he stood up.

“Thanks, Draya, I’m happy I get to call you a friend.” He smiled down at me as he offered a hand up. “Can I help dry you off? Sorry about that, by the way…” He chuckled as I held my arms out, holding my breath as Aang blasted me with air and drying my clothes instantly.

“It’s not a problem when you’re friends with an airbender.” I say, smiling at him as we walked back to our campsite. It wasn’t long after that that we saw a familiar flying blob in the sky, Appa’s shape taking form the closer they got. As soon as the flying bison landed, Katara slid off and walked over to the dock without any attempt to talk to anyone. Zuko was already walking towards the camp when I shot up and met him halfway, greeting him by wrapping my arms around his neck, having to stand on up on my toes. I felt him hesitate for a second, and before I could pull away in embarrassment, his arms wrapped about my torso tightly as he took a deep breath.

“I’m glad you didn’t kill each other while you were gone.” I say when I finally pull away from the hug. Aang and Sokka were standing near us now, Sokka chuckling at my comment. Zuko gazed into my eyes before looking over at Aang.

“Nobody was killed.” He said, maintaining eye contact with Aang. Aang looked over at Katara on the docks and ran over to her, Zuko following behind him. Sokka and I watched from the campsite

“I know my sister, and while she has a temper, she could never end someone’s life. I’m glad your boyf- Zuko was with her, maybe he helped talk some sense into her. You know, considering he used to be a bad guy, he has some good advice.” He said, looking at me and grabbing his arm instinctively, as if I already swatted him, which just made me laugh and shake my head.

“I’m proud of her, and him.” I said, watching as Katara walked up to Zuko and gave him a hug before walking back to camp. That night, as we sat around the campfire, we decided to leave our campsite and hide out somewhere else. Zuko suggested his family home on Ember Island. We all agreed that it sounded like a trap, but he insisted that nobody would think to look there because nobody in their family uses it anymore. Everyone else having already gone to bed, I kept feeding the fire slowly, not ready for sleep myself. I was sitting next to the flames with my knees up to my chest, head resting on top, when Katara walked over and sat next to me. I just turned my head towards her and smiled.

“You were right, about Zuko. He is a kind person. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that. You’ve got your eye on a good guy, Dray.” I rolled my eyes and laughed, rolling my head back to look at the fire.

“How are you feeling, Katara?” I asked, not giving her talk about Zuko any acknowledgement. She laughed a bit before replying.

“I actually feel a lot better. I don’t know if Zuko told you too but… I couldn’t do it. I don’t forgive the monster for killing my mother, and I never will. But I couldn’t take his life. I… I did bloodbend the wrong guy though.” This time, I picked up my head to look at her. I knew how strongly Katara despised bloodbending, and could see the pain on her face, confusion finally setting in from her words.

“Wait, wrong guy? I thought Zuko knew where to find him.” Katara then explained how the leader of the Southern Raiders retired a few years ago, and that she did bloodbending on the current leader.

“I… I didn’t think it would bother me so much to have that much power over someone who’s so rotten. Once I realized it wasn’t him, and I saw his body fall to the ground, I realized how awful that feeling truly was. I never want to do it again, nobody should.” She said, squeezing her hands together. I reached out, laying a hand over hers until her tension loosened.

“You’re so brave, Katara. One of the bravest people I know. And I’m proud of what you did. I’m so honored to call you my friend.”

“Best friend.” She corrected, holding a finger up and placing her hand on her hip for emphasis. I smiled at her and reached out, hugging her.