#i hope one day it gains traction with y’all

[the-traveling-poet]

okay so i’m not gonna shut up abt this simply because it brings me joy—

Ch. 6 and 7 of The Rose is nearly complete!!

i have a few things left to proof read, but i wanted to stack up a few chapters before posting the continuation of my fic, simply so that i have content to post and not abandon it for months again yknow??

i’m really really psyched for this since it’s been ages from the last update. and maybe i’m the only one, but that’s okay too. there hasn’t been much Levi x OC action yet, but that’ll change, and i can’t WAIT to show those of you who’ve read the fic before! also thanks to those of you who have, it literally had me giggling like a fool to see notifs :)

hope to see you there soon! 💛💛

[nieceeee]

"MATTERS OF THE HEART"

P/S credited to @wttcsms

"pro athlete character who gets featured on a tiktok for the team where the social media manager asks to see what’s in the players’ lockers. he opens up his and everyone is shocked to see stick figure drawings from y’alls kids & printed out selfies of him, you, and your kids. the domestic display is so different from his in-game personality that it almost feels like a prank, but when questioned further, he just tells the viewers, “my locker is full of reminders for who im playing and winning for."

I saw this and the story automatically popped into my head I hope you dont mind!

PAIRING: footballplayer!ony x reader.

A/N: So much fluff it will make your teeth rot! Sweet sweet Ony! This one came to my head to fast! I hope yall like it!

Being the social media manager of a football team kept you on your toes. You were used to all the antics: trash talking, flexing, the hype. It was like second nature for these guys. Your goal has always been simple, keep the fun and relatability. With this new trend, you were sure that this was going to be the perfect opportunity to showcase some of star players. 

Especially Ony.

Onyankapon AKA Ony AKA The Beast always carried a different level of mystery. Literally known as “The Beast” to his opponents. Ony was a quiet storm. Through all the post-game interviews, fan interactions, and behind the scene content, Ony normally kept to himself. He was reserved, leaning more in the background instead of the spotlight. The way he saw it, the field was his stage. Ony was the ghost outside of his highlights and the people wanted more. 

“Where is Ony?”

“Why is Ony never apart of the videos?”

“We need Ony on the screen!”

Week after week, the fans were restless. They wanted to see the beast outside of his natural habitat. And today was the day, little did you know, that it was going to happen. And not only that but it was going to break the internet in a way you never knew possible. 

You had pitched the idea for this part of the series a few months ago. The “Get to know us” playlist you had created on the team page had gained a lot of traction and the next video up was the “What’s In Your Locker?” trend. A TikTok video where the players give their fans a peek into their personal lockers to get a glimpse at their personality and lifestyle outside of the field. “It's not going to be anything too crazy. Just the basic snacks, routines, lucky charms, etc.” you explained in the meeting. 

It was going to be a piece of cake. 

Little did you know what Ony had in store for you and for the fans. 

You walked into the locker room, camera crew right behind you. They had the lighting set up and ready to go for the series. The team had finished another practice and they were doing their daily shenanigans, joking and messing around. “Okay boys! Cameras are about to start rolling!” you call out, giving them time to settle down before the red button popped up, indicating you were rolling. You grabbed the mic and started your rounds. This series would be a little bit different since it was live so everything had to flow well.

You start off slow walking over to Reiner, his southern slang and calm demeanor always setting a good tone for the videos. Chats start rolling in of women cooing over him. “Okay big Rei, my sweet guy. What’s in your locker?” you start. “Hey there darling.” He greets you. Hearts fill up the chat. He opens his locker door.  Everything is neat and organized. Clothes folded and tucked away. There was a small Texas magnet in the door holding a picture up of a young Reiner and his “nana” as he called her. Clean cut and to the point just like he was, “Sorry it's not all fancy. I’m a simple man sweetheart with simple taste.” his southern drawl croons out. 

Comments erupt in the chat “Raw. Next Question”

“Can he be anymore perfect?”

“Ain't nothing like a good ole southern man.”

“Thank you Rei.” you give him a smile and move to the next one. Your next player was Connie. He smiled big at you, legs bouncing with excitement as you approach. “Oh Lord here we go.” you giggle. “Connie Springer, do I want to know what’s in your locker today?” you ask him as you approach. “Come ooon, don't do me like that mamacita. I got some good stuff in here.” He bounces over to the door and swings the door open. If Reiner was all things order, Connie was everything chaos. 

His locker was packed to the brim, clothes stuffed into the corners. “And you wonder why you can never find anything for practice.” Jean said from across the room. Laughs echo across the locker room as Connie smacks his lips. “Whatever man. Your locker sucks. Mamacita, mira.” he turns your attention back to him. His locker door held chains with different charms, one holding the number 13. A horseshoe hung on the other side. “Y estas aquí son mis milagros. My charms from mi abuela y my tio. Son las cosas más importantes para mí.” he explained showing each charm to the camera. Again comments roll in.

“I don't know what he said but yes.”

“Can I have him please?” 

“BOOMSHAKALAKA YES LAWD!”

“Thank you C Springz. That's beautiful.” you say to him. You continue through several other players who give you different glimpses of themselves. Eren showing you his collection of skull jewelry to Armin sharing his favorite reads. You were just about to wrap up when your eyes landed on Ony. He leaned back against the bench watching you work the room. Your heartbeat thrummed in your chest as you did you best to keep your composure. His massive frame stretched out, relaxing and a small glint in his eyes. You took an unsteady step closer to him. “You can come over here. I won't bite.” his deep voice rang in your ears. 

“What I wouldn't give to be her right now!”

“OH MY GOD IS HE GOING TO DO A VIDEO!?”

“I’m so glad I didn’t scroll.”

“God, it's me again.” 

Comments scroll so fast it was hard to keep up with them. “Whoa, look who’s being a team player today.” Connie lets out. Other players try not to be so obvious with their shock but they mask it poorly. “Okay. Looks like we get a special treat today. The Beast himself is coming out of hiding.” you say softly. A small smirk curves at the corner of his lips. “Care to share what you’re hiding in there?” you ask nodding your head towards his locker. “Bet.” he says, standing and walking to his locker door, effortlessly drawing attention to himself. 

The door of his locker opens with a clank and squeaks open and the room was silent. 

The camera zooms in and widened eyes fill the room, no one expecting what they were seeing. Bright wonky stick figures drawn on white printer paper with old crayons littered the door. Scribbled names of “me and daddy” and “our family” written on the bottoms of each little masterpiece. Handmade “#teamony” craft magnets holding them together. 

“OMG ARE THOSE KID DRAWINGS?!”

“DOES HE HAVE CHILDREN?!”

“ONY WHY YOU CHEATING ON ME?”

Comments blur the screen at rapid speed. But when the camera zooms in closer, there is an eruption of energy underneath your skin. Because right underneath the lens of the live footage, pictures of his most kept secret were revealed. Images of him with a little boy holding a tiny football, selfies with a brown skin girl with slick back puffs, and then there they were. Pictures of Ony with his arms wrapped around none other than…you.

Printed selfies of you and him decorated the door. Selfies of you from date nights to casual Sundays at home during the offseason. Your face was plastered all over his locker room door. Beautifully captured domestic life shots of you, your kids, and your husband were being revealed across social media. Your cheeks heat up and skin tingled at the moment. The view count tripling. 

The locker rooms was dead silent. 

The revelation was jaw dropping. The sweet energetic social media manager they’ve grown to love and their number one player they respected and adored. Together? “W-wait…so y’all are…” Connie tries to find the words but for once was rendered speechless. “This.” Ony speaks up. “Is my motivation. These people right here. My kids Ocean and Oryan, and my beautiful wife Y/N. That's who I’m playing for.” His eyes find yours.  “Every Sunday, I put my all on the field but my heart is forever theirs.” Your chest rises and falls and you have to will the tears away. The man they knew as the beast, a tough no nonsense type of player revealing a piece of him he held so dear to his heart.

“So this is not like…a prank or anything? This is real life. Y/N is your wife?” Eren speaks out, trying to wrap his mind around the truth. Ony’s gaze stays locked on yours, pride and admiration sparkle in his irises. “Nope. This is who I play for. Who I win for.” he emphasizes walking closer to you. You try to keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay as he nears. His teammates look at you both in awe, a blanket of tension building between the two of you on camera. The views continued to sky rocket, reaching the highest the social media team has ever seen but the only thing you were focused on was your husband. The man formerly known as the beast, a feared titan amongst men, was no beast at all. He was a father, a partner, a simple being behind all the physical prowess. 

“Damn O, you been hiding a whole family from us. That’s crazy.” Jean called out. The live content that was mean to be used for snippets later slowly shifted from a what’s in my locker to all things Ony and the followers were eating it up. Comments ablaze with questions about this newfound discovery. 

“How long she been with my man?”

“How old are the babies?” 

“Chat, is this real?”

“So, what’s up? How long has this been going on?” Eren asked. “Yeah, and have we met your kids? CAN WE MEET YOUR KIDS?” Connie jumps up and walks closer. Ony chuckles to himself. “If that's okay with wifey,” he says walking up to you and wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into him. “Then y’all came meet them after the next game.” He looks down in your eyes. “That fine with you beautiful?” he asks softly. “Y-yes. That's okay.” you respond. Gone was the gung ho attitude from before replaced with a bashful softness only your husband normally sees.

His teammates stood there taking in the moment. Seeing a new side of Ony was something they weren’t expecting but in their hearts, they felt a shift. The leader of the team whose tough exterior stepped in the room before he did was revealing a deeper side of him resonating not only with his teammates but with every follower that was on the live.

THE LIVE!

Your mind was so wrapped up in your man that you didn't even register that you all were still rolling. You quickly turned towards the camera. “Well I hope y’all enjoyed this segment and we will catch you all in the next video.” you start to end it. Comments rushing in to tell you to keep it rolling but you knew that  you needed to wrap up and do it quickly. “TEAMNAME Signing off. See yall next week.” Ony finishes it off for you, arm tossed around your shoulder.

As the video finished, you tell the team to cut off the cameras but the energy in the room still buzzed around, still vibrating off your skin. Ony let you go and closed his locker door softly. He tosses his bag over his shoulder and walks back to you, planting a gentle kiss to your forehead. “So…that was unexpected.” you say meeting his gaze. “What can I say? Got to keep things interesting. Don't want you to get bored of me.” he smirks at you. “I could never get bored with you.” you say softly, your lips pressing against his. 

Connie walks up behind you clearing his throat. “A-aye Ony man.” he starts. “I just wanted to say eres una inspiración big bro. We all go out and do what we gotta do on the field. But this,” he swipes his hand out gesturing towards you. “This is real shit amigo." “I appreciate lil bro. Forreal.” Ony daps him up and pulls him into a hug. You bite back your smile at the overwhelming love he was receiving. Being a football player’s wife was not easy but things like this made it all worth while. 

For the first time in a long time, your husband allowed himself to be truly seen and it made your heart swell with joy. Slowly the room starts to settle down and people begin to head home. You wait for Ony to finish packing his bag so that you could leave together. “Oh shoot my phone.” you say to him. As he waits for you, you rush into your office to get your phone from the desk. The minute you picked it up, your screen was flooded with notifications.

The video had went viral. Shares, comments, and memes overtook your feed. People had found your personal page from the video and were following you. Comments about brand opportunities and business along with outpourings of love filled your inbox. You stood there for a moment to take it all in. Several sports pages showcasing headlines about

“The Real Ony” 

“Ony’s Family Revealed”

“Onyankopon and Y/N: The Beauty Behind the Beast.”

That one made a laugh escape your chest. Major sports networks were sharing all about this small encounter. “Hey, you good baby girl? I lost you in here?” Ony’s head peeked around the corner of your office. You slip your phone in your pocket and meet him at the door. “Nope. Right here with you baby.” you say to him.

Later that evening, after tucking your kids into bed, you lay up under your husband and clear out more notifications. “This is going to be a field day trying to get through.” you mumble, mind already working overtime. Blogs wanted inside scoops about everything, your relationship, your kids, etc. Everyone wanted to know the story. “Uh uh. No working in bed.” he says snatching the phone from your hand and putting it on his nightstand. “But…” you start to argue but he pulls you close and kisses the disagreement from your lips. “No buts. We handle it tomorrow. Together.” he reassures you. You cuddle in close to him. “I still can't believe you did that, you know? I thought you were okay with keeping it quiet. What made you change your mind?” You ask laying on his chest. 

He was quiet for a moment. 

“It was about time I showed everyone my heart.” he shrugs, puling you closer. 

And as you lay there, listening to the gentle beating of his heart you settled with one thing. No one. And you mean no one would ever forget this. The day Ony, the beast who played for his family, showed that his heart was as big as his game.

[doctor-caparty]

I absolutely was not expecting this to take off as quickly or as much as it did. I got into The X Files back in 2016 just before the revival came out and just demolished it as a whole and sort of just dove in but I was a baby so I didn’t have the preferences (or diagnosis’s lol) as I do now. With the show being moved to Disney + and needing something mindless but not totally mindless to watch I thought a rewatch was in order unaware it would reawaken my hyperfixation/special interest.

The best way for me to get into any fandom is by reading fanfiction to continue my interest without depleting my interest (I hate endings the amount of series books or tv that I have just dropped because I got too close to the end is too numerous to count). Currently in my rewatch I’m still in season 2 and I adore the baby agents and I like to read in conjunction to my rewatch I was hoping there was someway to filter fics more specifically than ao3 can allow.

I’m also VERY picky when it comes to the fics I read and since I do know the show has been pretty much the reason fanfiction and fandom as it is today exists and has been around for 30 some years I thought that there might be some archive or spreadsheet that had been made over the years. The only reason I thought it might be a possibility is because another fandom I’m a part of has made one (granted it is a much smaller fandom time wise and population wise).

For some reason when making the original post I had completely ignored that the show predates/grew with the internet and that would affect accessibility to the content. Since I’m sort of re-jumping into the show and fandom I had no idea where to begin, which blogs were still active, which tags got the most traffic, if the fandom itself was even still alive considering the revival ended 6 years ago.

I am actually so shocked and pleased at how much traction my original post has gained in like one day and I am so grateful to everyone who shared their own lists and tried to help me find what I was looking for despite me not being totally clear or knowledgeable about what I wanted. I would love to continue to chat and learn in this fandom with all of you. I just wanted to come back and actually thank y’all for the effort.

ISO an msr fanfic spreadsheet. There are so many fanfics which I love and adore but it makes it hard to sort through when I’m looking for specific tropes and ao3 filters aren’t specific enough. Can anyone in here help me find one? This fandom is over 30 years old there must be someone who made one. And if there isn’t one are there any people who would want to team up and take the time and effort to make one?

Also is there a discord or group I could join?

THANKS!

[earthstellar]

oh god I’ve been so so busy lately, I promise I have some long posts in the works to post soon because I will never run out of Transformers analyses lmaooo 

in the meantime, here’s me testing out more design apps on my phone lol but of course I had a whole idea about this so here you go y’all:  

I like to think that early in Megatron’s efforts to organise his fellow workers and encourage those around him to explore subjects and areas that were believed to be off limits or impossible for them, he likely tried to set up small events for his fellow miners and any other industrial workers on site 

and because this is early days Megatron lol, 99% of these sort of fell flat, others weren’t quite as willing to listen to him yet, he wasn’t making these grand speeches after gladiatorial victories etc. 

so I imagine him creating like a handful of basic posters for events, which at the time, almost nobody attends 

but then once he DOES get popular, and that popularity starts to build and gain real traction and people start to read his work and actually engage with what he’s trying to achieve 

suddenly these little events with the university student style after class club sort of vibe start getting more attendees and bots from other nearby worksites start showing up 

and eventually, as one of the first major Decepticon events, it’s not a protest or a street rally or anything like that 

but it’s one of Megatron’s very first ideas, a literary event designed for lower class/lower caste bots who would never otherwise have the opportunity or support or encouragement to write or attempt to express themselves in a more public way 

and so once he gets enough social capital that he can get more help sorting out his literary festival, and once Kaon essentially becomes Decepticon territory with increasingly little outside influence from Iacon / the Council as they start to lose control of the lower classes, 

finally, in that sweet brief timeframe after his rise to cultural power but before his ideals became derailed and he lost his way, 

he got his dream: 

a simple concept, the very first literary event on Cybertron purely for lower class/caste bots of all designations or industries, is arranged at a larger scale than he ever imagined possible 

the poster is the same basic one he created in five minutes on a datapad given to him by Terminus so long ago 

and instead of a handful of flyers stuck on ragged mine walls, where they inevitably got ripped down or fell anyway as the wall behind it was drilled through or shaken apart during a day’s work 

suddenly every street in Kaon is covered in posters and banners encouraging writing submissions from anyone and everyone, no cost, no fee, no requirements other than wanting to speak on the common struggle 

and every worker’s canteen is hosting small stages for local poets or performers to test out their writing or material and tables are being set up down the pavement to provide free zines 

pamphlets in multiple forms of Cybertronian alongside literacy software patches are distributed, to increase the accessibility and understanding of words and expression to as many bots as possible 

books are being printed in the millions to distribute across Kaon and beyond, the words of the workers will reach the hands of anyone and everyone, even through the sheer force of volume, the amount of people speaking up for the very first time has fostered the hope and desire to change conditions for the better and let all of Cybertron know:

that in every worker, in every living bot, in every single spark, there is a collection of experiences and feelings and memories and thoughts that are deserving of expression

and they will be listened to en masse, because you cannot ignore the entire industrial region of your planet purposefully grinding to a halt in order to perform poetry, ash and dirt covered servos gripping cracked data pads and with a shaking vocaliser, they speak the truth one after another 

and suddenly those shaking vocalisers are no longer shaking as their words are met by the cheers of thousands 

no longer afraid of the heavy hand of the Council, the festival goes on interrupted, the other city-state polities of Cybertron watching underground broadcasts on secure channels across the planet

and it is the first indicator, the first time the rest of the planet truly understands the scale and nature of class struggle on Cybertron 

the Council frantically tries to shut these broadcasts down, but fails, as the communications infrastructure was almost entirely manufactured in Kaon or Tarn, and as a result, the workers are able to use their superior knowledge of these systems and equipment to thwart any censorship efforts 

all at once, the working classes achieve even greater solidarity, there is a near-tangible hope for the future, growing belief that the Council can be overthrown and the people can build a better society, a better world, where nobody lives three million years to die in a collapsed adit without ever having seen Cybertron’s moons as they rise along the curvature of the planetary atmosphere

all at once, Cybertron as a whole begins to listen, even if purely out of shock, to the voices of the oppressed many-- and sympathisers begin to reconsider a great many things, questions are finally starting to be asked by those who may have greater ability to affect or influence more direct change in other polities or regions or branches of Consular government

all at once, Megatron sees his ideals coming to fruition 

and without any knowledge of what the future holds 

he finishes his speech, to overwhelming applause 

and looking to where Terminus should be seated 

where he would be seated if the world had been kind 

the glory of the festival is inevitably still tainted by a sense of pervasive bitterness and loss 

and while he remains present, engaged in the words of his people, the new collective class, the “Decepticons” 

he hopes, silently to himself, that Terminus would be proud, that Terminus would approve, that he is doing right in spearheading what has potential to become real, tangible change for the better 

and he watches the next bot take the stage, a small electrical substation worker who has written a piece on “shared electricity”, the connection between Cybertronians and the electrical impulses that keep their planet thriving, how they are one, how every alloy of a bot’s frame was forged from raw elements and materials and how life is inseparable, it is universal, we are all Of Primus 

and it is wonderful, evocative, creative, a work of art 

all the things the Council has said they cannot be and cannot do 

and with that heavy burning sensation in his spark 

he, and thousands of others, rise to applaud the author, to applaud creation and expression as acts of direct defiance, as acts of compassion for one another, as actions being taken to create a better Cybertron, finally, the crowd itself embodies a wave of revolutionary thought and progress 

and pushing his better judgement aside, sitting down as the next speaker approaches, he decides not to investigate that pang of heaviness behind his chestplate 

where it will fester for centuries, where it will corrupt and distort the beauty of his ideals 

instead, out of fear that this will somehow instantly fade, fear that the Council will find him again underground in the night and he will awaken to the sensation of thin metal dragging softly against his helm as Terminus coughs and sputters behind him and fear becomes overwhelming, doubt becomes pervasive

it is not a battle that starts the path to eventual despotism 

but rather 

it is at the first literary festival of Kaon

that fear becomes fuelled into furious righteousness

as he comes to understand that hope is a fragile thing 

and if Terminus were here 

he would explore, he would ask, he would risk feeling 

but Terminus is not here 

and for now 

Cybertron is still unkind 

and his people are still vulnerable 

and every night is still uncertain 

and he would do anything 

anything 

for nobody to feel the fear and loss

that he feels 

ever again

and it is not hatred 

or rage 

but fear 

which brings Megatron to rise

and to close the festival 

he recites from Towards Peace 

and the applause is so great that it vibrates his massive frame 

as it shakes loose the last of his self-imposed restrictions

as his thoughts are drowned out 

by cheers and shouts calling for the change that must now happen

before it is all taken away 

it is in this moment 

not in a gladiatorial competition or a battle field 

where even though he speaks of a better future

his spark is frozen in time

long ago, back in the mine

where all he can think of 

over the raucous noise

is how Terminus should be here 

and isn’t. 

[yellowsuitcase]

In the Prefect’s Bathroom Part 3 // Draco Malfoy

A/N: Hi guys! I’m so excited for y’all to read this. This series has gained a lot of traction and tbh it’s a bit scary but I really hope you guys like this. There WILL be a Part 4 and it WILL be the FINAL part! Look forward to it! Thank you so much!

Summary: Y/N deals with the aftermath of her breakup and Draco comforts her. The pair grow closer and Draco can’t ignore his feelings, but is Y/N able to accept them?

Warning(s): Swearing, mention of breakup, lots of crying, violence

Word Count: 3.8k

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Y/N didn’t know where Harry had gone. Three hours had passed, and he'd never come back to his dorm. Y/N knew she ought to leave. She couldn’t stay in his room, not anymore. Luckily, it was Saturday, which meant no classes. Y/N slid off Harry's bed, the same one they'd cuddled on almost every week, and walked over to his mirror. Her reflection didn’t surprise her; her hair was knotted, and her eyes were bloodshot from all the tears. They hadn’t ceased until an hour after Harry left. While letting out an exhausted sigh, Y/N rubbed her hands down her face. She just felt so disappointed in herself. And not to mention her newfound sense of loneliness. It was crippling.

But when she felt well enough, she stepped away from the mirror, walked through the wooden door, and all the way down the familiar stone steps. The closer she got, the louder the voices were. Of course, she thought. It's Saturday; it makes sense that everyone would be in the common room. Once Y/N was near the last few steps, she could see fellow Gryffindors hanging out by the fire while others were doing their schoolwork. But when Y/N emerged into the room, all conversations quieted, and all eyes turned to her. It seemed as though word of the breakup had already reached their ears. She did her best to block out the whispers and avoid eye contact with anyone as she continued walking to her bedroom. Once she arrived, she was surprised to find that her roommate was inside.

“Oh, there you are. I was wondering when you’d be back,” she said. Y/N stood still in the doorway for a moment, debating whether or not to reply. Ultimately, she decided she didn't have the energy to fake a smile. Instead, she stumbled to her bed and collapsed on top of it, face first. “Did you get breakfast?” her roommate, Stephanie, asked. Y/N groaned in reply. Of course, she didn’t get breakfast; she wouldn’t be able to stomach anything in such a state. Stephanie stood near Y/N's bed, wondering if she should say or do something. Eventually, she decided she was uncomfortable with the tension in the air. “Well, I have some Charms homework, so... I’ll just… leave you to it,” she said awkwardly. Y/N heard her footsteps, then the sound of their door opening and closing. Tears instantly rushed to her eyes. Not even her roommate wanted to be around her. And based on the reaction of the students in the common room, nobody did. But Y/N couldn't blame them; she wouldn't want to associate with a cheater either.

The Gryffindor turned over on her plush mattress, her back now pressed against it. Upon opening her eyes, she noticed she’d stuck a photograph of her and Harry onto the ceiling. A jolt of pain struck her chest, but she forced herself to her feet and jumped. Her legs propelled her high enough to rip the picture down in one swift motion. It felt heavy in her palms. She breathed in shakily as she examined it. Her head was on Harry’s shoulder in the photo, and his arm was around her waist. It was from one of their trips to Hogsmeade earlier that year. The Y/N in the picture was smiling brightly as Harry squeezed her tight. Y/N gripped the paper, and with tears falling from her eyes, she ripped it down the center. The sound of it caused a painful cry to escape her lips. But once her hands stilled and she saw the destruction clutched in them, her suppressed anger took over. Forcefully, she put the pieces on top of one another and ripped through them again. And again. She kept going until the image of her and Harry was reduced to tiny little shreds of paper.

Y/N then cried for a couple minutes, wetting the shreds with her tears as she mourned what once was. But when she got a hold of herself, she clutched the pieces in one hand and slid off her bed. Stephanie had left the windows open, so Y/N walked over to them and stuck out her closed fist. With a heavy heart, she opened her palm and watched as the pieces scattered into the wind. 

When all of them were out of sight, Y/N grasped the windows' handles and pulled them towards her, shutting out the late morning air. Defeatedly, she sunk into the seat below the windows and breathed in a shaky breath. She felt so broken, so stupid. Even though Harry hadn’t been the perfect boyfriend, Y/N knew she was the one who fucked up; she was the one who cheated. And despite everything that happened between them, Harry didn’t deserve that. Not at all.

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Later on in the day, Y/N’s hunger finally got the best of her, so she dragged herself out of bed and cleaned herself up. She threw on a comfy sweater, a simple pair of sweats, and pinned her hair back with some clips. It was late in the afternoon, surely the Great Hall would be nearly empty as it was Saturday. At least, that was what Y/N was hoping for. The idea of the entire school staring at her made her feel uneasy. But she shook the thought away, grabbed her wand, and headed out the door. The people in the common room, once again, looked up upon her arrival but said nothing. Y/N could feel their judging stares on her back as she rushed through the archway, closing the Fat Lady portrait behind her.

The hallways were pretty deserted, save for a few wandering Slytherins. They were always rather fond of slinking around corridors. Y/N paid them no mind as she walked down the stairs to the Great Hall. It was, as she suspected, nearly empty. The Gryffindor table was clear except for some first years. Y/N started to walk towards it when her elbow was grabbed. She instinctively whipped around and wrenched her arm from the person’s grip. Her heart clenched when she saw who it was. 

“Hey… I heard about you and Potter,” Draco said. He looked sheepish as he fiddled with a loose thread hanging from his dark green sweater. 

“Is that all?” Y/N almost whispered, her voice scratchy from all her crying. 

Draco’s eyes seemed sad when they met hers. “I… don’t know what to say. But I do know that if I were you, I’d want someone to check up on me, so...” he paused, looking away from her. “Are you okay?” he finally asked. Y/N stared at him for a moment. She was not expecting those words to come out of Draco Malfoy’s mouth, but when they did, and when they registered, she couldn’t stop the sob that fell from her lips. 

Draco froze in shock. He had definitely not been expecting the girl to burst into tears right in front of him. But now that she was, his instincts screamed at him to comfort her. It was just...he didn’t quite know how. Draco was unfamiliar with girls. All he knew was how to have sex with them, and usually, that was a fun activity with no strings attached. Well, except with Y/N. Something about her was simply different from the others. The first time they did the deed, he’d pushed away the fuzzy feeling in his chest. The second time, however, he cleaned her. He cleaned her. Usually, he’d leave the girl to do that on her own time, but for some reason, with Y/N, he had taken it upon himself to fulfill that gesture. And not to mention the fact he kissed her. Twice! Granted, they were only on her temple, but they were still kisses for Merlin's sake.

But here he was, facing the girl responsible for all his confusing emotions, and she was crying. Draco glanced around the hall and noticed people beginning to stare. He shot them mean glares without thinking twice. They averted their eyes. When he turned back to Y/N, he found that she was looking at him. Her eyes held so much sadness that they made Draco’s heart physically hurt when he looked into them. So he did what his mother would always do when he cried. He lifted his arms and gently took Y/N into them. She hesitated at first but then buried herself into his chest, still heaving heavily with sobs. Draco rubbed her back in a soft, soothing motion. But then he quickly remembered where they were, so he put down his right arm, leaving his left on her back, and led them out of the Great Hall. 

Once in the corridor, Draco wasn’t sure where to take Y/N. He couldn’t take her to his common room. His housemates would likely be doing all kinds of illegal shit, and he didn’t want to surround Y/N with that while she was in such a fragile state. And, of course, her common room wasn’t an option since Harry and his friends would probably be there. It was too dark to go outside, and they wouldn’t be able to talk properly in the library. Draco was beginning to panic, but then it hit him; the Astronomy Tower. It was one of his favorite spots, and it was relatively likely that no one would be there. He wrapped his arm tighter around Y/N and began walking towards the tower. 

After a few minutes of walking and climbing the long staircase, the pair came to the top and shuffled into the Astronomy Tower. Y/N’s cries had died down already, she was only sniffling now, but Draco still kept his arm around her. “Why are we here?” she asked. Draco said nothing; he only walked them over to the railing. Y/N stared at him, perplexed, but Draco remained silent as he turned his nose up towards the sky. He loved looking at the stars. They reminded him how small and insignificant he truly was. And for someone like him, who had what felt like the weight of the world on their shoulders, it was comforting. 

When he was finally able to tear his eyes away from the sky, Draco dropped his arm from Y/N''s back and turned to her. She, too, had been staring at the sky. But when the blonde faced her, she tilted her head towards him and raised an eyebrow. Draco cleared his throat as his fingers found that loose thread. “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked. Y/N scoffed. “Talk about what? How I’m the shittiest girlfriend ever? Or rather, was the shittiest,” she asked, her eyes shifting back to the stars. Draco sighed. “Well, I’m at fault here too, you know…” he said. Y/N rubbed her fingers on her forehead; she looked exhausted. “Draco, I appreciate it, but I made the decision to have sex with you. I knowingly and willingly cheated on Harry. You may have been the one I did it with, but that doesn’t put you at fault for my actions.”

“But I knew you were—,” Draco cut himself off with a sigh. “Well, why’d you do it then?” he asked. Y/N gave him an unimpressed look. “I already told you why. He didn’t satisfy me in the bedroom. Point, blank, period.” Draco shook his head. “But you obviously loved him, so why did you go through with it?” he pressed further. Y/N said nothing as she sunk to the floor and stuck her feet out so that they dangled off the edge of the tower. Draco didn’t join her initially, but after a minute or two, he sat down beside her and leaned his arms against the lower rung of the railing. Y/N played with her fingers anxiously for a bit before responding. “I guess…I felt like he and I were growing distant from each other. We stopped going to Hogsmede, we stopped studying together, we just...stopped,” Y/N said quietly, her voice deep and rough from her tears. “But that doesn’t make it okay; nothing makes it okay.” Draco’s eyebrows furrowed together. He could hear the pure pain in her voice, and he didn’t know what to think of it. All he knew was that it made his fists clench and his heart squeeze. 

Draco gazed at the girl beside him. She was so beautiful in the moonlight. Her skin looked soft. He so wished he could reach out and stroke her cheek, but he knew that would likely put her off. Instead, he unclenched his fist and wrapped his hand around hers. He felt her jump slightly upon feeling his touch, but then, she smiled at him. God, how he loved her smile. It made him feel warm. He wanted to share that warmth Y/N, so he scooted close to her. Their shoulders were now pressed together. He gazed down at her, studying her face. “How do you feel?” he asked tentatively, not knowing quite where the question came from. Y/N hummed and replied with one word. “Alone.”

“Well...for what it’s worth, I’ll be here if you need someone,” Draco replied in an uncertain tone. He still wasn’t really sure what he was doing, but he trusted what his gut was telling him. And it seemed like it was the right thing to say because out of nowhere, Y/N’s arms wrapped around Draco’s neck, and her body pressed up against him. Instinctively, Draco returned the hug. He pulled her close and nestled his face in the crook of her neck. Nothing was okay, not yet, but at the very least, they now had each other. 

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A few weeks later…

Draco twirled his wand between his fingers while he strolled through the stone corridors. He had a free period this school year and would often spend it by riding his broom around the quidditch pitch and trying out new tricks. He was on his way there now. He’d even asked Y/N to meet him there, considering she too had an open slot in her schedule. 

After their night at the Astronomy Tower, they started spending lots of time with one another. They played gobstones, hide n seek around the castle, and had recently begun studying together. Surprisingly, the two of them had become pretty good friends despite having only started talking about a month ago. But when Y/N had mentioned to Draco that she hadn’t ridden a broomstick since first year, he had insisted she join him for one of his joyrides. She resisted at first, but Draco promised her he’d let her choose another activity for the two of them and that he wouldn’t protest, no matter how stupid he thought it was. He was quite proud of himself for thinking up that one. Truth be told, Draco had gone soft for Y/N and would probably do whatever she wanted to do, but she didn’t need to know that.

While Draco was walking down the corridor, he heard the faint sound of laughing as well as a thud. It seemed like it was coming from ahead, so he increased his pace. When he turned the corner, he was surprised to find Y/N sprawled out on the floor with some Gryffindors standing above her, snickering. “What a piece of shit. Fucking slag,” one of the girls spat. The rest of the group laughed at her words and even began to kick Y/N’s sides. Draco felt anger rising in his chest. How dare they. How fucking dare they. 

Without thinking, he ripped his wand from his pocket and shouted, “Stupefy!” A shot of bright light flew towards the group. It knocked them off their feet and into the air. They each landed with a loud thump, but Draco couldn't care less. He ran over to Y/N just as she was getting to her feet. “Are you alright?” He asked her as he scanned her body, looking for injuries. Y/N nodded, but it was clear that she was frightened. Before he had the chance to comfort her, Draco’s attention was taken by the sound of a soft chuckle. He looked past Y/N to see the Gryffindors back on their feet. 

“Would you look at that? The man-whore came to save you Y/N. Why don’t you drop to your knees for him and give us a little show?” said a tall, light-haired boy. Draco’s shoulders heaved with fury, and he raised his wand again. “Draco, no!” Y/N shouted desperately, but the Slytherin was already casting the curse. “Petrificus Totalus!” Draco bellowed. Instantly, the boy’s body froze in place and fell over, causing his head to hit the stone floor. His friends jumped to his defense, raising their wands towards Draco, ready to strike. But Draco was smarter. He pointed his wand towards a pile of books on a nearby bench and whispered, “Oppugno.” The books quickly shot into the air, and with another wave of Draco’s wand, they were directed towards the two remaining Gryffindors of whom were confused at first. However, when a book slapped one across the face, they realized these objects were attacking them. Hastily, they scrambled for their previously discarded items, grabbed them, and bolted down the hallway, screaming as they went. 

Once they were gone, Draco marched up to the frozen boy lying on the floor. He glared into his eyes and lifted his foot. “Draco, don’t you dare,” Y/N warned as she followed after him. But all Draco could see was red. There was no way he'd back away from the chance to give the boy a taste of his own medicine. So, he pretended he hadn't heard Y/N, and rammed his foot into the Gryffindor’s side, just as he had done to Y/N. “Stop!” Y/N shouted. Draco continued to ignore her. He kept slamming his foot into the boy with absolutely no remorse. But to his dismay, his rampage was stopped by Y/N grabbing his arm and yanking him backward. He flailed for balance as he stumbled back. “Draco, that’s enough,” Y/N stated firmly before she quickly cast the counter-curse, effectively freeing the boy. He jumped to his feet, shooting daggers at the two of them. “Just go, Jack,” Y/N mumbled. The boy hesitated, but an angry look from Draco ultimately sent him on his way. 

When Jack was out of sight,  Y/N let go of Draco. “What the fuck was that? You could’ve seriously hurt them!” she yelled. Draco gaped at her, absolutely shocked. “They were hurting you! I was only giving them what they deserved, those arseholes. How dare they call you such things; who do they think they are?” he grumbled. 

Y/N sighed softly and rubbed her fingers against her temple. “By doing all that rubbish, you only proved that you’re no better than them. You should’ve just let me handle it,” Y/N retorted, trying to get her friend to understand. But Draco was not having it. “Y/N, you were lying on the floor getting kicked. I had to do something. I couldn’t just watch you get harassed—”

“Well, you know what, Draco? Not too long ago, you were the one harassing me, or did you forget?” Y/N screamed, her eyes welling up with tears. 

Draco paused. He didn’t know what to say; she was right. He only watched as Y/N rubbed her eyes and mumbled, “Fuck,” while she slid to the floor, her back against the wall. “You always treated me like shit Draco. Always... And besides, they were giving me what I deserved. I cheated on someone, and if that isn’t deserving of kicks and harsh words, then I don’t know what is,” she said sadly, her face in her hands. She couldn’t see that Draco was adamantly shaking his head. “Don’t say that; you didn’t deserve any of that bullshit,” he said through gritted teeth.

Y/N’s head shot upwards, and her fists clenched. “That’s rich coming from you. Since when did you become my protector, huh? You hated my guts a month ago, did you not? Why the fuck do you even care, Draco?” she shouted angrily, her eyes boring into Draco’s back since he had turned and begun walking away from her in frustration. But then, suddenly, he spun back around. “Because I like you, okay!? It’s because I like you.” 

A few awkward seconds passed before Draco found the courage to look up from the floor and to Y/N instead. She was staring at him with a look of panic on her face. The dreadful feeling of guilt began to swirl in Draco’s stomach. Nevertheless, he breathed in deeply and started walking over to his friend. She said nothing as he neared her, but when he crouched down beside her, she turned her head away from him. “Y/N...” he started. “I’m sorry if I scared you. I just...I couldn’t stand to see you hurt. I acted on my anger without thinking, and for that, I apologize.” 

Y/N maintained her silence. Draco took a chance and hesitantly put his hand on top of her knee. When she didn’t push him away, he continued to speak. “Y/N, I really like you, and I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I know that sounds cheesy and probably a bit unbelievable, but I promise you it’s true,” he said while stroking her knee through her corduroy pants. She still didn’t meet his eyes, but Draco was in too deep, and he didn’t know if he’d get another chance to say this. So he inhaled sharply and spoke his thoughts into existence. 

“I think I want to be with you, Y/N.”

For what felt like hours, neither teenager said a word. Draco’s heart was pounding nervously in his chest. He felt like he might cry if she didn’t reply. But then, she turned her head. By the look on her face, Draco knew whatever she had to say wouldn’t be good. Y/N glanced at his eyes momentarily but couldn’t keep the contact. “What is it?” Draco asked gently, trying not to upset her but also wanting her to break her silence. Y/N breathed in deeply and scooted her feet forward, causing her legs to straighten and Draco’s hand to leave her knee. He pulled it close to him, feeling as though he’d been punched. 

“Draco, I..." she started. “I can't. I’m not ready for a relationship, not after Harry. I’m sorry.”

Draco felt his hands begin to shake. This couldn't be happening. “Y/N, please, I promise I—”

“No, no, I can’t do this, Draco. Not right now,” Y/N said firmly as she got to her feet. Draco stammered to find the words that would convince her to stay, but she was already breaking into a run. All he could do was watch as her figure grew smaller and smaller as she traveled down the corridor. Draco considered chasing after the girl he wanted so desperately, but he knew he had to let her go. He closed his eyes, regretting his decisions. When his eyelids reopened, she was gone.

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[honey-coloured-passion]

It’s A Secret (Sapnap x Reader)

first fic first fic!

summary: Dream convinces you and Sap to join a competition where the loser gets exposed, but nothing ever goes as planned when your favorite boy is involved : )

“That’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard in my life.” you laughed, rolling your eyes at Sapnap and Dream’s antics. “C’monnn it’ll be so funny the viewers will eat it up!” Dream cooed while you groaned “you say that cuz you always get like more views than Sap and I combined!” To which Dream choked out laughter through his familiar wheeze. “Oh come on, how much money for you to do it?” you heard Sapnap die from laughter over the call at Dream’s bribe before he piped up, “whoever gets exposed you’re buying dinner Dream,” and Dream immediately agreed. “Absolutely worth it, you in y/n?” and you shook your head, “why the hell not I guess.”

You started up your stream, adjusting your headset nervously as you watched chat speed up at the title “Least viewers gets exposed vs Dream and Sap” all confused as to what was going on as their three favorite streamers all went live simultaneously. “Gooooood day chat what’s up!” you grinned, thanking a couple gifters and waiting to see Dream pop up in team speak to give the challenge information. “You guys better stick with me today, I don’t wanna lose the secret challenge,” you laughed, noticing Sap and Dream joined the channel.

“Ready to learn the rules dear viewers?” Dream laughed maniacally. You watched your chat going absolutely crazy. 

“Here’s how it works, we are gonna stream for thirty minutes doing everything we can to get the most viewers, then the person with the least at the end has to tell a secret they wrote down on stream, and trust me guys they’re all sooo good.” Dream wheezed while Sapnap chuckled before continuing. “We all told our secrets to George who didn’t want to stream with us cuz he’s lazy but it works cuz now he’s our keeper, so it’ll be fair and George can confirm all the secrets are crazy,” Your chat was losing it’s mind asking you what your secret was. 

“So let the view-competition begin” and with that, Dream left the call. “Sap you gonna stay and hang or leave?” you asked, racking your brain to find a way to get hella viewers as soon as possible. “I’ll hang” Sapnap answered to your relief. “Good I can farm your viewers then,” you teased with a giggle. Then your phone started to buzz, and you saw Dream was tweeting out the information and begging for people to come to his stream. “Oh hell no, chat help me out!” you laughed, going to tweet on your own account. 

10 minutes in: Dream 68k, You 43k, Sapnap 39k.

“Sapnapppp I’m so excited to learn your deepest darkest secret” you cooed with an evil laugh while Sapnap punched your minecraft character. “Whatever I’ll clutch up, work smarter not harder dear y/n,” you could hear the playful tone in his voice, swallowing the butterflies that kept trying to surface. “How can you work smarter if you barely have a braincell dork!” you teased, beginning to crit out his character when he realized, pearling away with a screech. “You do NOT want to play this game with me I’ll destroy you,” he ate a golden apple then began running towards you axe in hand while you screeched, running away. 

15 minutes in: Dream 65k, Sapnap 45k, You 44kk.

“Sapnap how the hell did you convince four different channels to raid you in the past five minutes WHAT” you pouted with a laugh, knowing you could beat him in viewers if you just got one or two more raids. “Mhm a magician never reveals his tricks,” you rolled your eyes though your chat kept spamming “why is y/n blushing so much?” and “SIMPNAP SIMPNAP” because Sapnap was helping you decorate and finish the design of your house. You had to agree with chat, he was adorable, bringing you flowers, collecting the exact type of wood you needed, helping to fill your chests, you were beginning to forget about the competition and just enjoy his presence. 

20 minutes in: Dream 68k, Sapnap 46k, You 45k.

“Oh my god it’s so close between you guys” Dream wheezed as he joined your voice channel. “Hey Dreammm wanna send me some stray viewers?” you giggled while Dream denied you. “Mhm no but maybe you can ask Mr. Simpnap to send you some of his? Heard it’s not the only thing he’s been giving you and I figured I’d crash the date.” Dream teased, his tone dangerous while Sapnap exclaimed, “hell no I’m not losing this competition and I am not a simp, especially not for y/n” Sapnap drew out your name, you could hear the smile you adored dancing on his lips. Chat was going crazy, though it was pretty well known how close you and Sapnap were due to the two of you always being on call together and just being found on the SMP hanging out, it was rare the two of you gave the fans this much flirting in one stream. Not that there weren’t hundreds of Y/N x Sapnap compilations on youtube of people pointing out how you and Sap had been in a TeamSpeak room together alone for five hours straight, or him getting defensive of you on the SMP, or him constantly complimenting your skill during MCC’s. Not to mention you always asking where Sapnap was, or someone else asking and you answering quickly, showing how frequently the two of you talked. Needless to say, he was one of your best friends, but that wasn’t gonna stop you from destroying him in this competition. 

25 minutes in: Dream 78k, Sapnap 54k, You 51k.

“Hello to my new viewers! Glad you came back to support! Huge shoutout to Niki for the raid and all the raiders who stayed I love y’all!” Your palms were getting sweaty, you needed to get 3k viewers in five minutes or George was gonna drop one of your most embarrassing secrets to the world. “How are you feeling Miss Y/n?” Dream teased, he knew he was safe. “Shut up Dream if I lose I’m ordering some expensive ass food for you to pay for,” you shot back, making him die of laughter. “At least I’m not the one who’s gonna get exposed in front of like 180 thousand views,” you flipped off the camera with a grin, hoping he was looking at your stream. 

28 Minutes in: Dream 78k Sapnap 55k, You 51k.

“Man I think it’s over what do you think Sap?” Dream teased while you laughed, still hopeful that something could happen in two minutes. “Eh I say give it another minute then we call it. You never know” Sap replied cooly. “Shut up you’re like 4 thousand people ahead it’s over for me” you pretended to cry, making Sapnap and Dream break into laughter. “You really don’t wanna lose huh.” Sapnap said, “um duh, this sucks,” you answered, quickly refreshing your view count. 

Then something crazy happened. 

~Sapnap is raiding with a party of 55k~

30 minutes, time up: You 110k, Dream 78k, Sapnap 0.

“WHAT” Dream was the first to scream. You did a triple take before screeching into the mic “SAPNAP WHAT ARE YOU DOING” to which he quietly replied, “I didn’t want you to be sad.” making your cheeks flush to an ungodly warmth. “Oh- uh does this still count? What’s happening?” you reached for your water bottle when George joined the call. 

“Interesting ending, but I know the secret so I guess I’d say it makes sense” You froze. “What the hell does that mean?” You said, noticing Sapnap had turned on his camera function in the call. “O-ok, George you gonna announce his secret?” Dream tried to take control, noticing his chat was spinning out of control. George piped up, "I think it’s better Sapnap says it. I’m just here to make sure he doesn’t chicken out,” Then Sapnap cleared his throat. “Well so uh, I guess my secret is...” You saw him look straight into the camera, his eyes felt like they were meeting yours.

“I like you y/n. Like a lot.”

Your jaw fell open, George and Dream began screaming and whooping, and your chat absolutely lost it’s mind, going so fast your chat function crashed. Your immediate reaction was to mute yourself on stream. “I’m muted now- Sap- Nick, are you serious?” you gulped, staring at Sapnap’s video while he couldn’t stop grinning. “You really think I’d do all this just to lie? No chance in hell. We can talk about it after stream but I thought it’d be fun to do it live. I can help you end stream if you want?” Your brain was flying high, your heart beating out of your chest, and your mods were begging for help. 

“O-okay. Uh hey chat! Nice stream today, record high viewer ship thanks to uh- Nick- Sapnap, thanks to Sapnap um, I’m gonna get off now,” You took a few deep breaths, gaining your traction before continuing. You hovered your mouse over the end stream button but decided you had one more thing to say. Leaning close into the mic with a smile you whispered, 

“Oh and Sapnap, I like you too” 

~live ended~

checkout my other sapnap fic!

[falconcoast]

happy one year ! | @falconcoast ‘s one year celebration !!

first of all, I’d like to say a big thank you to you all !! i never thought i’d keep this blog here so long, nor did i think i would find enjoyment in writing fan fiction. it means a lot that you all stuck around, and i hope to keep doing this for as long as i can!

second of all! let’s get to the celebrationsヾ(｡･ω･)ｼ

today - 1/19 - vote for the comeback fic !! !!

this ties in with day 7 !! you’ll vote on a series or a fic that you want to see an update on :)

any completed work (so no thin ice or wedding planners) is up for grabs !!

day one - 1/20 - giveaway begins!

i’ll be holding a giveaway tomorrow through next wednesday !! the prizes will be drabbles or fics written by me :) i’ll be sending out a google form where you can write your username and a few other questions.

please note! blog rules still apply, and if i feel uncomfortable writing something, i still have the right to deny it. additionally, as i’m still in national qualifying and state tournament season for speech, please be patient with me :)

1ST - full fic !! (1500+ words)

2ND - semi-fic (1000+ words)

3RD - drabble (500+ words)

there will be one winner for each place, except for third :) there will be three winners for third !!

day 2 and 3 - 1/21 and 1/22 - q and a !!

since these days are going to be incredibly busy for me, i’ll be holding a q and a !! <3 you can ask me anything (blog rules willing ofc)

day 4 and 5 - 1/23 and 1/24 - headcanons and brain rot !!

this day will be purely dedicated to sharing your favorite character headcanons (whether from one of my own series or in general!)

it’ll be be pretty laid back and chill! if you send in a headcanon that i particularly like, then i may write a drabble for it!

day 6 - 1/25 - wip sneak peeks !!

you guys can send in a series or fic or character, and i’ll copy and paste a line from it !! i can’t promise that they’ll all be juicy (ahem, thin ice spoilers), but i’ll do my best!

day 7 - 1/26 - updates and revivals!

i’ll be updating the wedding planners !!! additionally, i will take the responses from the comeback google form and make a fic out of it :)

grace, i’m so confused !!! - no worries! send an ask in my inbox and i’d be more than willing to help out :>

thank you all so much for sticking around, y’all !! please reblog this to let it gain traction :>

[graveyardpoppy]

gearsberg and more pictures of ballora and mangle plz!! you're amazing at drawing!! >w<

*cutely comes out of the ground like a zombie*

Uhh hey!! Thank you for the nice comments! Unfortunately a lot of my old SCP drawings are gaining traction once more. I’m unfortunately not into SCP anymore, my hyperfixations have changed and now are more towards horror games and analog horror! There’s a chance for me to create more FNAF, but that’s all if I have the motivation, confidence, and time to put it up for you people to see! I’ve been working on school and counseling, finding motivation to really draw anything that would interest anyone. I would like to show art I’ve made during this, but I feel like not a lot of people would be interested in it since it’s a lot of kinda personal disorder art for myself as a system.

Will I post original/fanart content? Maybe one day!

Am I out of the hiatus? We’ll see!

Will I come back? Yes! Absolutely, I still want to create and make a career out of my art and accept commissions, but you can’t do commissions if no one is commissioning you.

I just have to go through the steps to get better mentally and get inspired again to create something I like. Thank you for all of your patience.

Maybe you followed me for SCP, FNAF, BATIM, or any content like that. To those people; thank you for staying here for so long. Thank you for putting up with my frequent inactive upload schedule and for liking my artwork! I have gotten better I believe!

Alright, that’s enough typing from me! Thought I’d give y’all an update. Thank you for the ask, I’m sorry it took me so long to get to it. As a treat, here’s some new drawings of what you wanted me to draw for you! I hope you like them!

[demogorgoned]

GOOD MORNING MY BEAUTIFUL DOODLES AND HAPPY THOR’S DAY.

I have work today, as per usual. HOWEVER. I did snag tickets to see Thor tonight so I’ll be around after that if I’m not exhausted. I’m hoping to find one of the cool popcorn buckets but I’m not holding my breath. 

I just wanted to say HELLO AND I LOVE YOU to all my new followers bc I honestly didn’t think Maddox would gain as much traction as she has and I’m just floored that you all love her as much as I do. She’s quickly become one of my favorite oc’s and I just... idk its been awhile since I’ve felt so comfortable in a fandom.

I’ll be on wire and discord today if you need me SINCE TUMBLR DM’S HATE ME. IT’S A CRIME.

discord: slap that baby, make him pee!#0001 wire: demogorgoned

Wire is probably the best way to get interactions going. It’s quick and easy for me while I’m at work and you get a feel for connections and how two muses get along. Just *chefs kiss*.

ANYWHO.

I hope everyone has an amazing day! AND AS ALWAYS. Please take your meds and hydrate! Eat if you can and enjoy the sunshine if it’s safe to do so without turning into a crisp. LOVE YOURSELF BC I LOVE ALL Y’ALLS FACES. 

You are beautiful! You are stupendous! You are amazing! NEVER FORGET THAT. xoxo

[apollostears]

Bubbles | K. Hongjoong

Request: Bath time with Hongjoong when he comes back from tour that leads to something more.

Fandom: ATEEZ

Pairing: Hongjoong x blasian!reader

Warning(s): this a lil spicy and got a few swears

Creator: Maya

A/N: to whomever requested this, I hope you enjoy and i’m so sorry for the wait!!! love you xxx

*gif not mine*

A hundred and six days...that’s how long it had been since you’d seen Hongjoong. That’s three and half months worth of phone calls, consoling texts, and endless longing while your boyfriend toured the world.

But today, those three and a half months of waiting would be no more. Joong was coming back today and you were so damn excited, but incredibly anxious at the same time.

Knowing that he’d get dropped off here instead of the dorms, you made yourself busy with tidying up your apartment. It wasn’t dirty but your hands needed to be busy.

He wasn’t going to get there until late and you were going to cook him a meal when he had told you that they would eat before heading out.

So, you settled on dessert. Joong had a sweet tooth and you knew he wouldn’t able to resist your chocolate chip cookies that were made with extra love.

It was now nine pm and thinking you had time, you decided to draw yourself a bath. Joong probably wouldn’t want to spend such long time in the bath, preferring to shower and be done.

Sighing contently, your fingers aimlessly played in the jasmine water as you waited for the tub to fill. In thought, you found yourself thinking back to how y’all met.

You came to Korea to visit your dad’s side of the family. Being half black and half Korean meant that you were always trying to embrace both cultures equally. Done with your first year of college, you deserved a break to visit family.

That’s how you came to meet Hongjoong. One of your family members worked at KQ Ent and when you had went to meet them for lunch, you met Joong by chance.

Ever so shy, it took a minute for y’all to gain traction, but once y’all did! Later that summer you made the decision to do study abroad and transferred over to stay in Korea a little while longer.

That was almost two years ago as you were now in your third year of college and living in an apartment in downtown Seoul. A smile came on your face as you realized your two year anniversary with the man would be coming up and you felt giddy inside.

Turning off the water, you stripper yourself of your clothing and slowly eased your way in the tub of relaxation. Not even fully submerged, the sound of your door slamming shut alerted you of another presence.

“Baby?!” Hongjoong shouted, looking for you as he set his stuff down.

With a wide smile on your face, you called out to him. “In the bathroom my love!” You called back, hearing his steps get closer to you.

A knock was heard and then the door to your bathroom slid open, revealing your tiredly gorgeous boyfriend looking like a kid in the candy shop.

“Hi princess.” He greeted softly, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

Water sloshed around you as you moved to the railing. “Hello Joongie, i’ve missed you.” You cheesed, excited that he was home.

Chuckling softly, he crouched down in front of you and gave you a passionate kiss to your lips. “I’ve missed you more.”

Eyes still closes, you hummed in content and slowly leaned back. “I’ll be out soon so that you can shower.” You told, reaching to grab your body wash.

Hongjoong stopped you by gently placing his hand over your wrist and bringing your arm to his chest. Placing a chaste kiss on the inside of your wrist, Joong spoke.

“No need, I hope to join you in this relaxing bath.” He confessed, looking at you for permission.

Softly smiling, you nodded. “Of course.”

With one last kiss to your wrist, Joong released you and stood. As he stripped, you moved yourself out the way so that he could get in.

Not a moment later you heard water sloshing and soon felt his body behind you. His arms found their way around your waist and he pulled you in between his legs.

A deep sigh tumbles past Joong’s lips as he grows content in his position with you. Your back is pressed against his chest and his arms are slowly rubbing—occasionally squeezing—the sides of your body lovingly.

This was an intimate moment and as you relaxed even more, you found yourself playing with his thighs like he was doing with your sides.

“I missed—this, all of this.” He murmured softly into your neck, hands wandering up to your chest to massage your boobs.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you felt the slow burn of arousal fill your body. “Joong, you need to be relaxing. You’re tired baby.”You gently tried to stir him away.

It wasn’t because his advances weren’t wanted, but because he really did need to rest and he could become insatiable when it came to your body.

Pressing light kisses to the blades of your shoulders and dips of your neck, the man behind you decides to firmly cup your breast, causing you to gasp in surprise.

“I am relaxing, i’m sitting here with you aren’t I? Besides, I have two weeks off from work. Sleep can wait while I worship this gorgeous body.”

Knowing that there really wasn’t anything you could do, you allowed yourself to enjoy the way he made you feel.

His hands softly tweaked your nipples at the same time he began sucking the sweet spot on your neck. The arousal you trued to hide, was becoming more present the more you shifted and moaned.

“Joongie.” You moaned breathlessly. Pleading his name like a prayer, but you had no idea what you were praying for.

“Yes my love?” He hummed, casually grinding his hard cock against your ass.

You moaned again, gripping his thighs more tightly as he pulled at your nipples more.

“Please kiss me.” You whimpered out, desperate to feel him on your lips.

You could feel the grin on your skin as he pulled from you and tilted your neck just a bit.

“Anything for you.” He whispered lovingly, just before dipping down to claim your lips as his.

Your lips were a weakness for him and the way you sucked his bottom lip and the tongue, had him spilling moans like water.

“Fuck, I need to touch you. It’s been so long since i’ve been inside baby, please.” His words were incoherent at some parts as you attacked his neck in kisses.

With hooded eyes, you peered up at him. “Take me Joongie.” You seductively whispered, licking the line on his jaw that connected his ear and chin.

That was all he needed to hastily get out the tub and take you to the bedroom where he had his way with you for days.

[33skeletons]

This is a list of all the people currently available

If this blog gains any real traction, I’ll add more... but until then, I don’t want to get too carried away until I’m 100% sure that the effort is worth it. I hope y’all understand

Name: Deydra Age: 18 Likes: ice cream, yaoi, drawing, roleplay dislikes: rude people, coffee, people putting words in her mouth, XP, Punk Bio: She’s in an open relationship with Scruff. she’s mute, but doesn’t know sign language, so she communicates via charades. She’s a low key perv, but tends to feign innocence.

Name: Friday Age: 22 Likes: flirting, coffee, making people flustered Dislikes: tea.... that stuff’s too mild, spicy food..... are you fucking insane!?! Bio: This tall drink of water is not for the feint of heart. He knows all the right buttons to push to reduce you to a blushing puddle. He has a goofy sense of humor and will often make a complete fool of himself just to make people at least crack an amused smile.

Name: Manga Age: 24 Likes: being pampered, the finer things in life Dislikes: getting dirty, being treated like a commoner Bio: This Miss Priss is a purebred with a pedigree. She believes herself to be an aristocrat and deems those of lower standard to be “plebian filth” and below her. Quick witted with a sharp tongue to boot, she’s not the nicest person to be around unless you can meet her high standards.... or give her a bottle of fancy ketchup. She has a weakness for tough guys that can match her mental capacity and hold intricate conversation with her.

Name: Punk Age: 32 Likes: What’s it to ya? Dislikes: Like you’d like ta know! Bio: he’s quite stand-off-ish and likes to keep people at arms length as much as he possibly can. He gets along with very few people and likes to shroud himself in mystery, the less you know, the better for him. He’s a wild card that enjoys throwing people for a loop at every turn.

Name: Scruff Age: 19 Likes: protecting Deydra, spicy food, tea, cuddles Dislikes: sushi, bone broth Bio: he and Deydra are in an open relationship. He cares more about Deydra than his own life. He’s a tad stand-off-ish towards anyone he doesn’t know. He tends to act as a translator for Deydra when someone doesn’t understand what she’s trying to say. All the scars on his face and his gold fangs are all from fighting to keep Deydra out of harm’s way. Wherever Deydra goes, Scruff is never very far.

Name: XP Age:15 Likes: destruction, being an asshole, getting what he wants Dislikes: being told no, having to be nice, things he destroys being fixed Bio: This edgy teen just wants the world to burn. He strives to hurt people any way he can and often ends up getting beaten senseless by Scruff when he targets Deydra. Being an Error Nightmare, he can use both Error strings and Nightmare tentacles to bring about destruction and pain, though he normally keeps the tentacles hidden as not to instantly rouse suspicion from his targets seeing as most actively avoid Nightmares, but are okay with Errors, though he can’t hide the goop that covers his right eye, which gives away his other half if anyone’s attentive enough to put two and two together in time

Name: Hokori Age: 23 Likes: food, blood, peanuts Dislikes:..... meh Bio: With his hood up, he appears to be a Dust Sans, but with his hood down it reveals a large gash in his skull and allows him to pass as your average Horror Sans. He’s volatile and unpredictable, but the fastest way to this skeleton’s proverbial heart is lots of food. He’s a bottomless pit with an insatiable apatite. If he’s out on a killing spree and has decided to target you, your best bet at escaping is to toss a handful of some kind of small, easily scattered snack such as peanuts. He’ll stop and start picking up and eating whatever you threw like James Woods from Family Guy. He’s also a bit of a perv once he’s deemed you not worth the energy of killing.

Name: Calibri (left) Age: 21 Likes: shredding sick riffs on her guitar, rapping, beating the snot out of assholes that need a checkup with karma Dislikes: Assholes, people calling her fat... I’m a queen with more curves than you know how to handle!!! get it right, fuckers!!! Bio: This badass, bodacious babe is one of Gears’s twin daughters. She’s got a sailor’s mouth with an alcohol tolerance to match. She’s hot-headed, but also mediates when her sister Chiller is too angry to see straight and starts edging too close to the line when putting her foot down. Calibri is sexy and she knows it with a ride or die attitude. She don’t need no man to take care of her, no sir! She’s perfectly capable of paying her own tab and fighting off a group of thugs that don’t know how to take no for an answer! She, her sister, and her mom can play Through The Fire And Flames on their guitars. Name: Chiller (right) Age: 21 Likes: playing guitar with her sister Calibri and mother Gears, reading Dungeons and Dragons books Dislikes: movie adaptations of books, live action adaptations of animations, assholes, being angry Bio: Chiller’s a badass babe in her own right. She survived being hooked up to a car battery and has the scars to prove it. She’s a lesbian and proud, and prefers taking on the dominant role in a relationship. Her pain tolerance is incredibly high. She enjoys hip hop, interpretive and break dancing, and is one heck of an archer with nearly dead shot aim. She’s normally stoic and very blunt with her words, preferring to only speak when necessary. She’s a natural born pack alpha.

Name: Sparkle Age: 41 Likes: anything sweet, bright colors, J-pop, K-pop Dislikes: anything bitter, having to get violent, seeing others get hurt Bio: she may look all sunshine and rainbows, but she can punch like a freight train and sometimes forgets her own strength. She suffers from hypoglycemia and has to keep sweets and candy on her person if she leaves the house, though she will gladly share them if you ask. She enjoys baking, and can often times be found doing just that out of boredom, not that anyone has been complaining. She may appear frail, but she can tank hits like a champ so long as said hits don’t come from a sharp object or gunshot. Her twin sister is Shade. She has a problem with producing more magic than her body can handle, so her sister comes in handy for that issue.

Name: Shade Age: 41 Likes: star gazing, dark colors, bitter and robust flavors, Evanescence (she knows all of their songs by heart) Dislikes: sweets, bright light, satanists Bio: Miss Doom And Gloom here is a wiccan highly skilled in her practice. She has the ability to leech magic from other monsters because she has no magic of her own to use, so she uses the magic of others, though mostly the excess magic her sister overproduces. She doesn’t enjoy getting her hands dirty in a fight,.... good thing she wears gloves! She’s rather soft spoken, but make no mistake, she has an outside voice and will not hesitate to use it if someone’s getting on her nerves. She mostly uses defensive magic to protect others, though she knows attack spells purely for the defense of herself and others should it be absolutely necessary. She also knows basic healing magic, though she can only heal minor injuries.

Name: Aiden Age: 40 Likes: pain, meat, grunge and screamo Dislikes: pop music, allergy season, Bio: This sharp toothed masochist ADORES pain, both receiving and inflicting. She got so mad once, she ruined her voice, so now she sounds like she smokes a pack a day. She’s very fast, agile, and super flexible since she’s double jointed EVERYWHERE!!! She has three rows of those razor teeth and a tongue which is so long it can act as an extra limb, which she enjoys showing off to freak people out via picking up objects such as cups, keys, pencils, and even going so far as to balance on it. She has very bad allergies, so she smells by flicking her tongue out like a reptile. Her spit and other bodily fluids are highly acidic. She’s normally chill, but it’s still obvious she’s a bit unhinged.

Name: Gears Age: 40 Likes: hot sauce, children, playing his acoustic guitar, working on cars, blacksmithing, learning new things Dislikes: sitting still for too long, sweets, water, cold, rude people, being alone Bio: Gears is a country boy that enjoys staying in top physical shape and keeping his hands and mind busy at every chance he gets. He’s just as strong as Sparkle, but slower. He has fire magic that when not fighting to keep others safe, he uses to forge metal as a freelance blacksmith. He carries a ridiculously enormous wrench forged from the hardest metal known to man that he uses as a melee weapon. Fire doesn’t harm him, but water sure as heck does (but he can drink things like koolaid and soda and be perfectly fine... just no water on it’s own or saline solution)!!! He bleeds ferrofluid, which he can manipulate, harden, and liquify at will as a last resort in a fight or to keep his injuries from deterring him too badly. He’s a bit of a himbo, but not as dumb... he just has his moments where “me brain am no werk so gud” and it’s evident when he starts having Freudian Slips in whatever he’s trying to say or his response to a question is “uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhm...... wait one...... run that by me again?”. Gears was around during the great human monster war, which in his AU the humans sealed them in the mountain, but chased them till they were backed against the barrier, but the monsters hit a massive stroke of good luck and managed to take back the underground with the help of Frisk. Being a war veteran that has seen things no one should ever have to, he suffers from PTSD. Gears has a soft spot for children, and will often babysit for others if they ask.

Name: Sketch Age: 40 Likes: drawing, painting, coloring, blood, sketching,..... what? Dislikes: ......... what were we talkin bout? Bio: Sketch is an unhinged scatterbrained clutz of an aspiring artist.... with a dark side. She’s a low-key sadist that’s developed a taste for blood. Once you piss her off, stopping her is like trying to stop the Doom Guy.... just... stay out of her warpath and pray to whoever you pray to that you’re not the one she’s storming towards. She’s a MASSIVE perv and will openly stare at whatever she sees that she likes a little too much, even known to get handsy when the person doesn’t take the hint. She often loses track of important things like her phone, keys, ect and loses her train of though every now and then or feigns it to skillfully dodge questions and conversations she’d rather not be having.

Name: Rave Age: 42 Likes: singing, dancing, fashion and most importantly BOOOOOOOYYYYYS~ Dislikes: ..... depends on the situation, really~ Bio: A flamboyantly gay vigilante is also a medic with powerful healing magic. Rave is fleet of foot and deathly quiet when sneaking up on someone and with enough stamina to outrun most of his targets. His weapon of choice is a glowstick staff. Wanna hear what he sounds like? Go to youtube and look up any nightcore male version of any Ke$ha song and that’s what he sounds like. Rave likes looking hot AF and can frequently be found rocking women’s punk, pop and grunge style clothing and looking damn good in it and some eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. He prides himself in keeping himself as healthy and fit as he possibly can at all times. He unironically likes pumpkin spice anything, peppermint bark lattes, and kale chips. 

Name: Dante Age: 42 Likes: children, Italian food, guns, cigars, wine, bourbon, being a wise guy mobster, Helping others.... so long as they help someone else in return that is.... sorta like.... paying for the person behind you in a drive thru where it starts a chain reaction of people paying for the next person’s meal..... little acts of kindness make the world go round, y’know.... and I’m a charitable man. Dislikes: rude people, having to go “Melancholy”, Bio: This Mafiatale Ganz (GZTale Sans) is the don of his own mafia that deal in guns, alcohol, and providing protection to those who come to him on the day of his sister's daughter's son's niece's nephew's grandmother's sister's wedding-..... pffffft hahaha!!! Just kidding! He has no blood relatives besides his brother Leon, but this group of people (everyone in the two pictures above this) are like.... illegitimate family.... adoptive you could say. Dante’s great with kids. He and Gears are the best at babysitting and often work together to help lost children find their families again when they’re out and about. Dante enjoys giving back to the community as much as he possibly can, even spending his free time doing volunteer work and donating funds to the city. When Dante gets a custom order on a gun, he has Gears forge it for him and focuses on the fine details, dip dying, engraving and making custom bullets to match.

Name: Anomaly Age: immortal, frozen at age 23 Likes: helping others, traveling to other AUs, fruity alcohol, karaoke, JAPANESE FOOD!!! Dislikes: spicy food, beer, celery, mushrooms, country music Bio: Anomaly has ben around for god knows how long. They are bigender. They have wings and horns (cause They’re a fallen angel) but prefers to hide them away. 40 years ago, they decided to create their own AU as a safe haven for anyone trying to escape danger, though danger seems to find their little safe haven more than they’d like to admit. It was around this time they discovered forgotten AUs and ones being destroyed or deleted and decided to try to rescue as many people from them as they could, bringing them back to populate their AU Crossroads, aptly named due to it being a meltingpot of the multiverse and still growing in size and population to this day. The 9 skeletons listed above were the first 9 they ever rescued and they became like their own kids. They’re a goofball, but make Them mad and you’ll feel their wrath! Skilled in a multitude of weapons and fighting styles, they’re a formidable force of nature. They can shift between male and female at will, though they prefer their female form due to them being able to fit in smaller spaces, being lighter weight, and being able to doe eye and bat their eyelashes out of most situations.... plus free drinks at the local bar on Thursdays.

Name: Eros Age: 19 Likes: long walks on the beach, cuddles, his family, oreos Dislikes: rainy days, confrontation (cause it makes people afraid of him) Bio: This 10ft tall, frightening behemoth is actually Aiden’s son! Out of all the second generation, he’s the youngest of the adults, but the most responsible of the four boys, often being the voice of reason amongst them, especially when it comes to the well being of children around his idiotic cousins Etch and Scribble and often being the one to get little ZJ to listen to what he’s told by telling him going to bed on time and eating vegetables will make him grow up big and strong like him. He’s actually a little on the shy side and very humble, only hamming things up around ZJ and other small children present. He suffers from early onset arthritis and has to take medication for it to keep his joints from locking up and grinding together, but he doesn’t let it hold him down. He and his uncle Gears work out together because it helps his aching bones and because Gears turns it into fun little challenges for him to keep him going with it instead of giving up.

Name: Etch Age: 21 (but a few months younger than Chiller and Calibri) Likes: mEmEs!!!, weed, being annoying, prank wars Dislikes: being forgotten, being ignored, pain (has a very low pain tolerance) Bio: One of Sketch’s sons and Scribble’s twin brother. He’s just very lonely and wants people to pay attention to him to stave off being alone for as long as he can... whether said attention is positive or negative. When no one pays attention to him or there’s no one to keep his thoughts from wandering to dark places, he steals his brother’s weed stash and gets high... which his brother hates because Etch could easily go to a doctor and get his own prescribed to him, but Etch fears the doctor’s office more than death and adamantly refuses to go, even hiding or running away at the mere mention of it. Etch tried to get a tattoo once.... he went into it screaming like a badass Viking, but before they could even roll up his sleeve to start, he ran out blubbering like a baby. He’s the most irresponsible one in the entire family and is always the one to cause major problems because of a bad idea he thought was good at the time. He ends up in bad situations a lot and finds himself with the wrong crowd more often than not, but lucky for him he has a family full of badasses that come to bail him out of any situation before he ends up hurt too badly.

Name: Scribble Age: 21 (but a few months younger than Chiller and Calibri) Likes: memes, weed, hanging around Etch, Eros and ZJ, cuddles Dislikes: when Etch steals his weed, when Etch gets into trouble, pain (another with very low pain tolerance, looky there! But he has literally no tolerance for pain.... he screamed when he got those piercings)  Bio: Scribble suffers from anxiety and clinical depression and was prescribed marijuana to treat it. He and his brother were home schooled after freshman year of high school due to Etch pissing off the entire football team and them all ambushing the brothers in the locker room after gym class and um... let’s just say Etch got over it and Scribble still fears .....backdoor intimacy after what the football team did to them. Scribble is unable to protect himself and is a firm believer in pacifism. In times of battle, Scribble acts as a messenger, able to write notes in magic ink that can only be seen by it’s intended recipients. He normally just rolls with whatever Etch is doing or does what he’s told to avoid a conflict.

Name: Spritle Age: 20 Likes: Cheesy romance, dark humor and morbid jokes, rainy days Dislikes: removing her death touch nullifying necklace, people sexualizing her right off the bat, people underestimating her because of her appearance Bio: This brightly colored reaper girl is one of Sparkle’s daughters. She prefers to blend into the background and not be the center of attention if she can help it. Yes, her freckles are rainbow colors. She’s more on the proper side like her aunt Shade and enjoys a relationship if it’s not centered around perversion. She’d rather spend the day cuddled up on the couch watching disney movies, eating pizza and sharing a drink with two straws. She really likes nostalgic and retro things like 50′s diners and drive in movies. If you’re with her and intend on asking her out, doing old school gestures like laying your jacket over a puddle so she won’t step in it is the quickest way to win her over.

Name: Pixie Age: 19 Likes: when any guy is interested in her, when soon to be reaped souls try to run from her sister (It gives her something to do), sushi Dislikes: When people think she’s a child because of her nearly flat chest and high pitches voice, How her big sister has a bigger bust than her (Sprilte: Hey, if I could switch with you, I would! These things hurt my back!) Bio: Sparkle’s youngest daughter. Her father was an ErrorFellSwap Papyrus. She works with her sister as a chaser. Her job is to chase after, disarm and detain souls that refuse to be reaped when their time comes via trying to fight death or outrun it and thus trying to fight/run away from Spritle. Pixie is the first ever chaser on record and was the one who proposed the idea to the reaper council to keep reapers from tearing their bodies up to do their job. Chasers can be identified by a little white cross on their clothing or accessories and are required to be fast runners and ferocious fighters. Pixie has the speed and ferocity of a FellSwap Papyrus and is able to use her error strings to easily take weapons from your hands and tie you up to await the cold bite of Spritle’s scythe or claw blades. Pixie enjoys puzzles, her favorite being rubix cubes.

Name: ZJ Age: 4 Likes: coloring, playing outside, hanging out with the older boys, spending time with uncle Gears and uncle Dante, when his momma reads to him, hide and seek, COOKIES, CAKE AND CANDY!!! Dislikes: When people are mean and hurt others, vegetables, bed time Bio: Shade’s adopted son. ZJ is shy, yet a hyperactive ball of energy that likes to hang around with Etch, Scribble, and Eros. He has wisdom beyond his years thanks to his mother reading college level literature as his bedtime stories, but he has trouble articulating his words from the first three years of his life being spent with everyone baby talking him. When he doesn’t know how to respond to something, he just reacts by screaming “I DUNNO WHAT’S GOIN ON!!!” the same happens when he gets overwhelmed, but it’s accompanied by him hiding behind the nearest trusted adult.

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[morrowzoranov]

I wasn’t expecting my shitpost to get any traction but I guess there’s an audience for everything, even if it’s just like five people on tumblr.

anyways more BTD x HS shit it is! I drew the three best boys in godhoods the other day and I will now give my explanations for their classpects because I put genuine thought into this and I have no one to talk to about it because no one I know is as deep into both fandoms as me.

Anyways, first off we have everyone’s favorite greasy german as a Knight of Rage. Rage, as an aspect, is associated with themes of anarchy, performance, chaos, and the destruction of lies. With Mister Strudel being not only a literal full-blown anarchist but also quite a fan of putting on a show, it was a pretty easy fit. Rage is also the most violent aspect, often associated with cruelty and emotional outbursts. Knights are an active class (at least in my interpretation, as we have very little solid canon surrounding the classes) that serves their aspect or serve through it for their own gain. They’re very skilled with their aspect but also quite blind to the flaws that come with it. It’s not unusual for them to get way too worked up, obsessive, even. They can get carried away very easily. Who does that remind you of? I also thought that his snuff streams fit into this quite well, since he’s literally killing and raping people so others would give him money. He’s serving people chaos for his own gain. The “Strade stabbed you back“ ending is a great example of when a Knight of Rage goes a bit off the shits, not just because he gets mad and pulls your eye out but also because who else but a Rage player would leave drawers full of knives unlocked? That’s a very easy way to get murdered.

My fave out of all the BTD boyfriends, Lawrence, took me quite a while to pin down. I kept switching between a couple different titles before settling on Maid of Doom. Doom is, as the name suggests, death. But also decay, suffering, and the concept of inevitability. Our corpse-fucker embodies the more negative sides of the Doom aspect with his tendency to be quite “bitter, resentful, and fatalistic”, to quote the extended zodiac entry. Maids are known for two things: The punny way they encompass their aspect (being made of it in some way), and the fact that, just like Sylphs, they refuse to fucking die. Law is made of death since he’s constantly rotting and he repeatedly comes back from the dead. Even though I would’ve liked to give him a more passive class, Maid was too perfect in my eyes. And, though an active class in my view, Maids are quite low-key and take a while to learn how to properly deal with their aspect. “Lawrence stopped holding back“ is what you get when any Maid is done with everybody’s bullshit. And, as a Maid, he’d create and repair doom or through doom. He creates Doom by, ya know, killing people from time to time. And he creates through Doom with his artwork. The “repair“ part is more so with the metaphorical parts of Doom, helping MC in the “You both know the truth“ ending. He will presumably be there for them to talk about what they’ve both experienced, highlighting the sympathy common in Doom players, one of the few positive traits of the aspect our blonde baby represents. I was considering making him a Bard of Doom, due to him allowing the destruction of Doom by refusing to die, but he doesn’t have as many traits associated with Bards as he does with Maids. Though it would be hilarious to see him in the Bard godhood, codpiece and all. Also, he shares a class with Aradia. The two Maids can go out into the wilderness and watch something decompose in complete silence. Absolutely vibing.

Ren also almost became a different classpect, a Page of Rage (passive counterpart to Knight of Rage, mirroring his connection to Strade, it seemed perfect), but I decided to go with Witch of Heart. The Heart aspect is represented by the concept of soul, identity, and masks. Heart players are often very imaginative. They like costumes and roleplaying and the like. Combined with their overbearing and inflexible nature, we got a pretty close match to our favorite furry fuckass. The aspect is also often associated with passion and romance for obvious reasons, which I think goes well with Ren’s anime levels of thirst and excitement. Witches are, first and foremost, manipulators. Not necessarily always in a bad way... Just this time. They’re often considered to break the rules of their aspect, bending it to their own will. They’re also very high energy and cheerful, as well as confident. A Witch will often think they know what they’re doing, that they’re using their abilities in a smart way, and they will often be wrong. Ren is great at lying and drawing people into a false sense of security, he also has the amazing ability to switch between attitudes depending on his situation. He drops his desire to be kind very quickly if the MC isn’t kind back, becoming cruel and vicious. He manipulates his identity, often in an attempt to be more like Strade, which is what originally drew me towards the Page of Rage interpretation for him. Also, a few more things. These aren’t really reasons as to why I made him a Witch of Heart, they’re more so just interesting coincidences. Nepeta is a Rogue of Heart and Jade is a Witch of Space. Both are fucking furries and if Ren knew what homestuck was they’d probably be two of his favorite characters. Also also, though the Heart aspect color scheme is mostly shades of pink and magenta, its accent color is green. Even in a different fandom, Strudel Man leaves his imprint on our foxy boy. Speaking of the two of them, a Rage player taking advantage of a Heart player who they’ve also been in a romantic/sexual relationship with and the Heart player is heavily associated with an animal... Kurloz and Meulin, that’s all I’m gonna say.

I hope the god awful art didn’t ruin this uninvited rant for y’all. Lawrence, Strade, and Ren belong to @gatobob Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie

[babyspiderling]

Darth Vader x Diabetic!Reader

So two loverly anons requested a diabetic!Reader x Vader, and I’ve gotten a few Vader x reader requests. Y’all really thirsting out here for some of the chosen one. But anyways, I did some research for this one, and I hope I conveyed it properly. If there are things I need to change or correct, please let me know. I want to be as inclusive as possible. (This is pretty recently after Anakin went dark, and Luke and Leia are still very young children.)

Walking quickly down the corridor of the Death Star, I make my way to Lord Vader’s summon. The Empire has been working the crew of the massive star destroyer to the bone. I overslept on accident after staying up all night reviewing treaties with planets, as well as rumors of the scum who rebel against the very organization meant to help the galaxy reach balance. I had forgotten to grab my watch off the counter, instead deciding that I would be able to keep track of my glucose checking times by the clocks posted around the base. Finally I reach Lord Vader, and deeply bow to the intimidating figure. “You summoned me, Lord Vader?” I hear his oxygen sizzle and pop as he takes a breath to respond to me. “Yes, Commander L/N. You have the briefing on the rebel alliance?” I nod. “Yes sir. The rebels are slowly but surely gaining traction. They are especially popular on Curassant and Naboo, strange as it seems.” With a nod, I am dismissed and am immediately called away by Grand Moff Tarkin. “Commander L/N, I need you to send these reports to the Stormtrooper Captain.” I take the reports and deliver them to the Captain, and am summoned by Lord Vader. As I make my way back to the Sith Lord, I feel myself grow dizzy. I push through, not wanting to lose my head over a dizzy spell. Bowing my head, I await his need. He starts speaking to me in his modulated tones, but it starts to fade in and out. I do my best to power through and pay attention, but my vision starts to swim as well. I don’t even feel myself sway as my vision goes black before I hit the floor. 

I wake up in the pristine white of the medic office. Groaning, I do my best to sit up, but am pushed down with some invisible hand. Shaking my head, I try again, but it is more forceful than the first time. Then I hear his respirator. My eyes widen in shock, “Lord Vader is here? Oh stars, he’s followed up to berate me for being unprofessional.” I open my mouth with my head down. “Lord Vader, I am so sorry I collapsed while you were speaking. There is no excuse and I am terribly remorseful. Please forgive me my Lord.” He stops me before I can continue to ramble and plead for forgiveness. “Commander L/N, why was I made unaware of diabetic condition?” I am shocked at his brash question. No force chokes, no threats of violence, only what seemed like… Caring? “I am not sure my Lord, I did not share with you because I didn’t find it important and did not want it to get in the way of my work. I wanted to be seen like any other commanding officer.” Nodding, he leaves the room. Unsure of what to do, I gather my things and return to my quarters after being released. 

The next day it is just as I feared, I was being treated as if I was fragile, about to tip at any moment. But what was strange was that it wasn’t other co-workers, it was Lord Vader himself. He summoned me at least 6 times that day. Inviting me to sit, to eat, to rest, to just talk about anything and everything. I indulged him the first couple of times, but as the day went on, I grew frustrated. “My Lord, all due respect, but this is exactly why I kept my diabetes under wraps. I wanted to be seen as equal, not as something fragile and breakable. I have survived years and years of this condition and I am perfectly fine. Yesterday was a fluke situation, and it will not happen again. I would appreciate it very much if you would forget about it and let me do my job.” My chest heaves with the adrenaline administered during my long winded rant, and as I cool down, I imagine the repercussions of my outburst. Sighing, he lifts my chin to look into the eyes of his mask. “Commander L/N, I only started treating you like you were fragile because I was scared. I once lost someone near and dear to me, and because of that, I didn’t want to lose you too. I understand you hiding your condition, if I could hide mine, I would too. That’s all.” I nod and slowly reach for his gloved hand. “I understand, thank you for explaining your feelings to me.” 

We slowly came together as a pair over time, becoming engaged about 3 years after the “incident”. As I get ready to climb into bed, I hear my fiance rasp. “Don’t forget to check your levels.” Rolling my eyes, I look at him over my shoulder as I take my test. “I’m not fragile you know.” As I climb into bed, he pulls me in close to him. “Oh, I know you’re not.”

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Bend The Rules {1}

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski x Original Female Character

Word Count: 7,163

Warnings: None (yet)

Author’s Note: Yes I know my moodboard is pictures from American Assassin, and yes Stiles will still be his awkward clumsy self but he’s also kind of a bad ass so *shrugs*. Anyway this fic is one that I had started in another fandom last year but didn’t really love the plot I had planned so I took the concept and 100% revamped the plot. It’s a little dark, a little morbid, and I love it. It also happens to be a soulmate AU so y’all are in store for a lot with it. Message me to be tagged (or send an ask)!

Codie sat on the cool tile floors of the New York Police Department Special Operations Department’s K-9 Kennel, her legs bent at the knees and feet planted firmly on the ground as she held tightly to the end of the red, white and blue Kong rope that the dog in front of her had firmly grasped between his teeth. Her bike shorts weren’t helping her gain any extra traction and her sneakers were slipping on the tile allowing Maverick to pull her around easily. 

She felt some of the skin on her hands starting to become raw from all the pulling she had been doing but it wasn’t anything that her almond butter lotion couldn’t fix once she returned to her apartment later that night. She felt the sable German Shepherd give a particularly strong pull on the rope and her butt lifted off the ground while the rope was pulled out of her hands. She landed back on the floor with an ‘oof’, and a dull pain in her tailbone. However, before she had any time to think she had a hundred pound mass of sable fur on top of her.  

“Maverick!” She laughed, gently pushing the dog’s face away from hers, but it didn’t help her situation. Codie already had a wet pink tongue covering both her face and the lenses of her glasses in copious amounts of doggie slobber. She let out a long groan and tried to roll away from the dog, silently cursing at herself for foregoing contacts that morning. She found herself trapped under Maverick’s body, her right cheek pressed into the floor and her left still being covered in kisses by the large dog. To anyone else the sight of a twenty-year-old face down on the floor with an over excited German Shepherd on top of them would have probably been quite odd, but it was considered pretty normal for Codie. 

Growing up with a father who worked in one of the most esteemed parts of the New York Police Department, Codie got to visit many of the animals that worked for the department and would often get attached to many of them. She had spent her fair share of time meeting and playing with many of the dogs at the SOD kennels and had also gotten to spend time at the Mounted barn with the horses on a few occasions. Her dad had also adopted a few of the dogs who had retired but couldn’t say living in small New York City apartments for the rest of their lives and they now had plenty of space to play and live out the rest of their lives on the family’s spacious upstate property. 

“Maverick! Platz!” Codie suddenly felt Maverick’s weight pull off of her back and rolled over, pushing herself up on her forearms, wiping at her face with the sleeve of her hoodie.

She pulled the hem of her hoodie down over her slightly exposed stomach and squinted through her smudged glasses to see who had walked in. Across the room Maverick now laid in front of two pairs of work boots. Codie could make out that one pair of boots seemed to be old and worn, days of working on the streets and chasing criminals down the alleyways of the city had clearly been spent in those boots. The other pair appeared new, shiny even, the few scratches on the boots signaling to Codie that they had seen the streets but they were yet to be truly used for their intended purpose.

Carefully, Codie reached up to wipe most of the slobber off her lenses before letting her eyes trail up the legs that belonged to the owner of the relatively new boots. He wore the same uniform her father would come home every day in when Codie had been younger, the fabric pulled tight over the bulletproof vest worn under it and across his broad shoulders and rather large biceps. The name tag on his chest plate read ‘Stilinski’ and Codie was sure she had heard the name before, but had never been able to put a face to it. Not until this moment of course. He also had a K-9 badge on his uniform and Codie assumed he would be Maverick’s new partner.

On the other hand, Stiles found his eyes trained on the girl who happened to still be on the floor of the Kennel. Stiles had heard laughing from down the hallway of the kennel as he had been walking to meet his new partner with Commissioner Buchanan at his side. “You know how much money the city put into these dogs?” He asked Stiles with a straight face. “You should consider yourself lucky that you’re getting one of these new dogs fresh into K-9, Stilinski.” 

Stiles Stilinski happened to be one of the newest officers on the force and had moved from his first precinct in Queens into Special Operations K-9. Stiles knew it meant someone had put a very good word in for him, and he would forever be incredibly thankful to be offered the opportunity to be promoted to K-9 so early in his career. At only twenty-three he had already started to work his way up the chain of command, a number of future promotions already clear in his line of sight. 

As Stiles and his higher-up got even closer to the end of the hallway, he realized that the sound of their heavy work boots thumping on tile floors and the clinking of their gun belts had easily begun to be drowned out by high pitched laughter coming from inside the kennel walls. “Must be Codie again,” Officer Buchanan sighed as he scanned his ID to unlock the doors to the kennel.

Stiles knew that Codie was the Commissioner's daughter, he had heard plenty about her and had seen the countless pictures of her hung up in the Commissioner's office, but he had never met her face to face. When the heavy doors to the kennel were pushed open, Stiles walked into arguably one of the most adorable sights he had ever seen. On the floor a girl with a head of straight, jet black hair, laid on her stomach; a large German Shepherd on top of her licking at her face, the dog’s tail wagging wildly. She tried to playfully push the dog away but he kept lapping at any available skin he could find to cover in slobber.

“Maverick! Platz!” Stiles heard the Commissioner say sternly from next to him. As soon as the words were spoken the dog pulled off the girl and he trotted over to lay at Buchanan’s feet. Stiles watched Codie wrinkle her nose and roll on to her back before pushing herself up on to her forearms before aggressively wiping at her face with a sleeve of her hoodie. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he watched her grab the hem of her hoodie, a small amount of the smooth skin of her stomach being exposed, while she wiped a majority of the slobber off her face. She had a wide smile and looked up to the Commissioner with a shy shrug while she stood up.

“Sorry Dad,” she mumbled, fishing a foil packet out of her pocket. Stiles’s eye followed her hands and read the label on the packet, ‘disposable lense wipe’, not a condom. He bit his lip to keep from laughing at his own thoughts before he looked up and watched Codie pull her glasses off her face. He watched her pink lips move as she had a conversation with her father, although he wasn’t quite sure what they were talking about. He got too easily distracted by the spots of slightly darker skin that dotted her face, he noticed she had the most freckles around her nose, the dotting becoming less crowded as his eyes trailed across her cheeks.

“It’s Stiles right?” Hearing his name caused Stiles to look in front of him where Codie stood, sliding her glasses back on to her face, pulling her hair into a low bun at the base of her neck. Stiles nodded feeling the blush creep on to his cheeks. Had they been talking to him him this entire time and he just didn’t realize?

“Me? I- umm, yes!” Stiles stumbled over his own words. The moment he met a pretty girl he just had to revert back to his awkward teenage-ness, it always happened. “Sorry, yes I’m Stiles, Stiles Stilinski,”  he quickly pulled his hand out of his pocket and held it out. He heard Codie let a small breath of air followed by a quiet laugh slipping past her lips while she shook his hand. He hoped she didn’t realize how nervous he felt, he didn’t think his hands were clammy so he had to be off to a good start.

“Well, Stiles,” she dropped his hand far too soon, “I’m Codie.” The smile she wore seemed kind and genuine. It made Stiles feel a type of warmth inside he had never really felt before, the kind he would call butterflies in his stomach when he had been younger. It fell silent between the two and Clint Buchanan cleared his throat causing the pair of young adults to turn and look at him.

“I have other men to introduce to their new partners,” he looked between Stiles and Codie before his eyes landed on his daughter. “I think if anyone here is qualified to tell you anything about Maverick it's Codie,” Clint raises his eyebrows at his daughter.

“Dad,” she groaned, her eyes rolling as she kicked the ground in front of her with her Nike sneakers.

Clint gave his daughter a small nod and she just let out a long sigh. “Stiles,” Clint started, “don’t let her convince you otherwise,” Stiles looked over to where Codie stood, still looking at the ground while they talked about her. “She has been at this kennel with him every day since he got dropped off here eleven months ago. Actually,” Clint trailed off for a moment, “she asked if we could name him S’mores.”

Codie’s head snapped up and she glared at her father, “dad!” she whined. “We agreed we would never talk about that again!” Her cheeks were also becoming red. Stiles realized that her blush made the freckles even more prominent, it seemed to make her even more attractive than he first thought, absolutely breathtaking.

“Imagine that one,” Clint clapped Stiles on the shoulder while he turned towards the door, “Officer Stilinski and his partner S’mores, it actually has a nice ring to it” he laughed loudly while pulling the door open. “If you have any more questions about him ask Codie.” With that the metal door of Maverick’s kennel closed, leaving Stiles and Codie alone. The two were barely three feet apart, yet neither made the effort to move further away from the other.

“S’mores?” Stiles’s eyes widened realizing he had said that out loud and he immediately reached a hand up to cover his mouth. Codie’s head snapped up after hearing Stiles snicker the word. Her eyes narrowed at him before she stepped closer, closing the gap between the two of them. Her hands found their way to his chest and with a gentle shove Stiles found his back against the wall, his hands bracing himself on the cool tiles. His breath hitched when Codie left one hand on his chest the other falling to her side.

“If you ever, and I mean ever tell Derek about that, because I know for a fact he was the one who put a very, very good word in for you, I promise you they will not find your body.” She spoke in a smooth tone. She still stood close to Stiles, too close, even after she finished speaking. Close enough for Stiles to start counting individual freckles on her nose and cheeks, the ones around her lips too. He found himself resisting the urge to reach up and trace the marks across her soft skin with his finger, to watch her blue eyes flutter closed under his gentle touch. 

He looked down to where her hand rested on his chest, it was firm but not at all threatening. She put just enough pressure for him to feel her touch through his bulletproof vest. It had him hyper aware of the fact that she currently stood in front of him, touching him. Stiles found his eyes trailing down to her right wrist, where a soul mark would appear if she had already met her soulmate. However, the skin there appeared just as pale and smooth there as the rest of her body. 

“I umm– wow,” Stiles choked out looking up into Codie’s eyes for the first time. “You’re pretty, strong. Pretty and strong. Can we– lunch?” Stiles squeezed his eyes shut after he had finally gotten some form of his question out, absolutely embarrassing himself in the process. 

Codie moved her hand off his chest, “you wanna go get lunch?” She smirked while repeating a clearer version of his question, glad that she could get a man much larger than her nervous.

“Only if you want to!” Stiles replied a little bit too fast. “You don’t have to get lunch with me! Only get lunch with me if you want to.” Stiles closed his eyes again and took a deep, long breath in, just like he and Scott had practiced in high school. Scott would be so disappointed in him right now though. 

Stiles held the air in his lungs until it started to burn before letting it out his nose in a steady stream. Soon Stiles was speaking with his eyes still closed, “what I meant to say was if you want to get lunch one day I would like that.”

When she saw Stiles’s eyes open again Codie had been met with one of the most beautiful shades of whiskey brown she had ever seen. His eyes were searching her’s nervously, waiting for her to answer his question. Before she could assure Stiles that he didn’t need to be this nervous around her a big, furry body pushed it way between theirs, stating that they had not paid attention to him for the past two minutes and that he was now on the verge of death from lack of pets.“Maverick,” Codie groaned as the sable dog jumped up to try and lick her face.

“Beruhigen,” Stiles spoke, still slightly nervous. Codie smiled watching the dog settle between her and Stiles’s bodies, listening to the command without a second though.

“See!” She looked from Maverick to Stiles, a wide smile on her face, “your training paid off! You are one of the first people I have ever seen who has gotten their dog to listen that fast and you haven’t even done the partner training yet.” She saw the grateful smile Stiles gave her, his shoulders relaxing slightly with the compliment. “Maybe I should get lunch with you,” she spoke thoughtfully, “you can teach me a few of your tricks.”

Codie walked over to where her backpack sat near the door, opening the front pocket to pull out a post it, “wait,” she cut herself off and turned around. “You haven’t met your soulmate yet have you?” She narrowed her eyes at the man in front of her and he pulled his sleeves down, showing his clean wrists. “Okay good,” she held her own wrist up before holding stack of post its between her teeth, unzipping another pocket and pulling a pen out. “That’s my number,” she held the paw print shaped piece of paper out to Stiles, numbers written neatly in blue sparkly ink. “Text or call me and we can make plans.” She picked her backpack up before turning around to where Stiles was running his hand over Stick’s head. “Just so you know, I usually have a policy of not dating my dad’s officers.” She saw Stiles’ eyes widen and waited for his response.

“I can- we can forget this happened,” Stiles mumbled. Codie saw the frown growing on his face and shook her head as she walked over to the officer again. She rested a hand on his forearm before leaning in and placing a quick peck on his cheek. She watched as his cheeks heated again and he cleared his throat, looking anywhere in the room but at her, definitely a catch.

“No, sometimes you gotta make exceptions,” Codie shrugged and turned around, walking towards the door. “Ya’ know you’re pretty special Stiles Stilinski, hope you know that.” With that Codie walked out of the kennel , leaving Stiles alone and flustered with his new partner and a pink paw print post it with his boss’ daughter’s phone number on it.

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“Why can’t you just tell me!” Codie walked into The Club when she heard a familiar voice fill the mostly empty space. She had been greeted by the usual bartender who handed her a glass with her usual drink in it, a spiked coffee. She set her backpack down in the coat room and pulled off her hoodie before walking through the lobby and into the main dining room.

At their usual table, the last row to the left in the front corner, Codie saw Derek, Allison and Scott already digging into appetizers, their first drinks almost empty. “You know that we keep work at work Alli,” Codie watched as Scott moved a hand to Allison’s thigh and let it rest there, his thumb rubbed gentle circles into her leg and Codie felt herself smile, wanting to finally meet her soulmate so she could have a relationship like theirs. 

She had grown up with Derek, he had been aware of her presence in the universe well before she had been born, and with Derek came Scott once he had been turned. The werewolf had quickly been accepted into the new pack Derek started forming out on Long Island and he had quickly become a large part of Codie’s life. Then with Scott would come Allison. During her first year at Columbia University Codie had shared many classes with Allison, and the pair quickly became close friends. Eventually, Codie introduced Allison to her ‘at home’ friends and Allison and Scott had almost immediately discovered they were soulmates. Codie often reminded everyone that she would take all the credit for their relationship until the day she died. 

Once the trio realized Codie had entered the room Derek looked over and gave her a smile while Scott continued to talk to Allison who had a fake pout on her lips, but her hand came to rest over the one that was on her thigh. “You okay Pup?” Derek asked as Codie sat down, sliding her chair into the table.

“Me?” Codie checked her phone, looking for a text from Stiles before setting it face down on the table. Derek’s eyes carefully followed her motions before flicking back to her face and he sighed. Scott and Allison both offered her a small greeting after she sat down and Codie turned back to Derek.

“Yes you,” Derek playfully rolled his eyes, well aware that the twenty year old wasn’t paying much attention to anything going on around her. “Which boy do I need to talk to?” He asked, watching Codie take a sip of her drink before she looked to him again, her eyes narrowing.

“Nobody, you say that like I talk to random boys all the time or something. I am in fact dedicated to finding my soulmate Mr. Hale,” she responded smoothly. Codie grew up around all types of police officers, but one thing she never learned how to do was lie. She had always been and always would be absolutely awful at lying and she knew it. So, when Derek narrowed his eyes at her himself she took a deep breath, “don’t worry Uncle Derek.”

“You and I both know it’s not nobody Codie Grace,” he sat up a little bit straight while Codie leaned back in her chair, “where’s he from.” Now Scott and Allison both seemed turned into the conversation themselves. Great, even more people to air her dirty laundry to.

Allison's eyes lit up and she folded her hands on the table, Scott reaching up to cover hers with one of his. “You met someone?” She asked, her voice laced with enthusiasm. Ever since Codie had introduced Allison to Scott when the pair had been eighteen, Allison wanted nothing more than to do the same for Codie. So far though, there had been no success.

Codie half snored out a laugh, “no Al, I haven’t,” she turned to Derek, “and not from here, that’s for damn sure.” Codie knew exactly what Derek had been trying to do and she would not be happy if she let him win that easily. Derek had managed to guilt trip her into plenty of confessions in the past, she knew better now.

Scott decided it would be his turn to join the conversation and spoke up, “he just worries about y’know?” He added, “he just wants what’s best for you, trust me on that one.” Codie knew if anyone wanted the best for her it would be Derek, Allison and Scott. Derek had played the role of big brother for Codie’s entire life, and Allison had become the sister she had never had growing up. Allison and Codie had been navigating undergrad together since their first day on campus, and they lived together until Allison had decided to get an apartment with Scott before her junior year started and right before Scott went into the Academy. Codie also had managed to grow a pretty solid relationship with Scott and trusted him with many of the things she knew that Allison would share with him. 

“You’ll know who he is,” Codie downed the rest of her drink and went to stand up to ask for another, but Derek shook his head and motioned for her to sit back down.

“You’re still only twenty, lucky they let you drink here, and you know my one drink rule.” Derek would not be playing today apparently. Codie went to respond but Derek cut her off, “don’t try and pull the ‘but you’re interrogating me like one of your suspects’ card. I’m telling you up front it will not work today.” Codie let out a frustrated groan before turning to Allison and with pleading eyes.

“If Derek knows him he’ll be able to at least tell you if the guy has good intentions, Codie,” Allison offered.

Scott nodded along with his girlfriend, “Yeah see,” he leaned over and pretended to pull a hair out of Derek’s head, “Derek already has enough gray hair don’t make it worse, and I don’t want a grumpy Alpha to deal with later on.” Scott rolled his eyes when Derek flashed his red ones at his Beta.

Codie tried her best to slam her empty glass back down on the table in a manner that would show her frustration, but she would be too nervous to break the glass if she actually did. “Fine,” Codie crossed her arms, “he works in Special Ops.” Codie knew only giving that away wouldn’t be too much and could still leave her wiggle room to talk herself out of the conversation if she needed it.

“Thank you Codie,” Derek ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated with her. He had clearly come straight from overtime on his night shift and had his uniform pants on still, one of his work t-shirts on his top. Maybe she shouldn’t be giving him such a hard time. “Now we’re dealing with bomb squad, coastguard, the pilots, counter-terrorism, ESU,  should I keep going?” Derek added afterwards.  Allison pulled her hands out from under Scott’s and pushed them out flat in front of herself, signaling Derek to take a deep breath before she glared at Codie. Codie couldn’t hear what Derek said, but he closed his eyes and mumbled something under his breath before he nodded slowly, taking a deep breath.

“Codie, c’mon,” Scott started, “he just talked about how he had a long day and stressful shift at work before you got here, you should know how it goes.”

Allison nodded in agreement, “and we really don’t need to walk circles around something that is just going to be discovered regardless,” Allison’s eyes softened as she watched a crease form between Codie’s eyebrows. Codie pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and started gnawing on it, a very clear sign she had building anxiety.

“Fucking fine but-”

“Language,” Derek tiredly pulled on the roots of his hair, his eyes still closed.

“Fine!” Codie huffed annoyed that this conversation had even been started, but she still felt bad for causing Derek extra stress “but first you promise not to tell my dad!”

“Codie, I hardly see him anymore and I have too many cases right now to even consider getting you in trouble with him,” Derek steadily grew more and more tired of the attitude he had been getting from Codie. He felt tired from work, he felt tired from holding his pack together, he was just tired, and all he wanted to do was go home and take a much needed, extended nap. He didn’t need the added stress of this conversation.

After realizing just how tired Derek was Codie looked to Allison with a sorry expression before sighing,  “he works in SOD K-9, Officer Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski.”

Derek suddenly stopped pulling on his hair and a small smile grew on his face while he looked across the table to Codie, “you’re kidding?” He asked. “The one I put a good word in for before he transferred out of my precinct?” Derek wanted to make sure he had the right Officer.

“Yes,” Codie felt her cheeks growing hot under everyone’s gazes. Codie had a few boyfriends in the past, but none of them were around long enough for her to introduce them to her family, let alone her extended, supernatural family.

When Derek nodded before leaning back into his chair Codie watched the smile on Allison’s face grow, her hands coming up to hold her own cheeks. “Oh my god, he’s so sweet, I worked with him at the range for training one day!” Allison spit out the words a mile a minute, and Scott laughed. Codie watched as Scott smoothed a hand down Allison’s back, trying to help ease her excitement slightly. “I was helping my dad that day and he’s just so level-headed-”

Derek cut Allison off, “he’s twenty-three, Codie,” he pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. Codie bit her lip, she knew Stiles would clearly be older than her, but she also knew that three years wasn’t really much of a difference, “you’re twenty.”

“You’re thirty and that new girl you’re seeing from One Police Plaza is twenty-four,” Codie shook her head, “your argument is therefore invalidated.” Codie watched as Derek tried to process what he wanted to say to her next and he took a minute before he actually settled on what he wanted to say. He knew Scott and Allison were present and didn’t want to argue like he and Codie used to when they were younger. The only good part being that since they were in a public place it couldn’t get physical at all. Codie and Derek would have often resolved their conflicts with wrestling matches when they had been younger. However, with Derek being a were and Codie not, she had gotten her fair share of scrapes and bruises.

“She’s out of school and the academy Codie!” Derek pointed out with a disappointed laugh and a shake of his head.” The gap means less when you’re older.” Codie wanted to respond, she wanted to keep arguing with Derek, but she understood that he had been stressed at work lately, that new cases had been flowing at an alarming rate, and he had more than his share of cases on his desk at the moment. He closed some relatively quickly but the trail of leads had run dry on others.

Deciding to give Derek a break, and deciding the argument wasn’t their best use of time, Codie let out a long breath. “Okay,” she just nodded afterwards, waiting for someone else to start up a conversation. She thought Stiles would be everything anyone wanted in her significant other, but apparently he wasn’t.  

“This may not be the best time,” Scott started, “but Stiles is actually one of my best friends from the Academy, we still talk pretty often.” He nervously swirled his drink around in it’s glass and Codie watched as Allison put her hand back on Scott’s forearm and leaned in to kiss the shell of his ear, helping to calm any nerves he had about potentially arguing with Derek. “And he’s one of the most polite guys you’ll ever meet, Der,” he looked directly at his Alpha now. 

Codie let out a long breath and watched some of the cinnamon at the bottom of her cup swirl around in the remaining liquid while she waited for Derek’s answer. “I still don’t think it’s a good idea, Scott,” Derek but it’s rather simply. Feeling the words settle in, Codie realized she had lost her appetite and she no longer thought about what she would be wearing on her first date with Stiles, but now tried to figure out how to tell him she wasn’t interested anymore. If her pack didn’t approve, if her Alpha didn’t approve, then the relationship wouldn’t be viable.

A few seconds later Codie pushed her chair out and stood up, setting her napkin down on the back of her chair. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” she addressed the trio in front of her before picking her phone up and darting to the closest women’s restroom. Allison sighed as she watched Codie disappear and she looked between her boyfriend and Derek before speaking.

“You were a little bit harsh on her Derek,” Allison mumbled, “I could tell how excited she was when she walked in.”

Scott nodded along with his girlfriend, “I could smell it,” he added with a nonchalant shrug, really not wanting to get on Derek’s bad side.

“I know she was,” Derek angrily pulled on his hair again, a dissatisfied groan rolling past his lips, “I saw her face fall as soon as I said I didn’t think it would be a good idea, and I knew I fucked up.” Allison just offered Derek a sad smile but nodded.

“I know work is stressful right now, so please don’t beat yourself up about this,” Allison knew if she or Scott didn’t say something to Derek now it would become a bigger issue later when they all gathered at the pack house for a long weekend. “I’m gonna go talk to her,” Allison kissed Scott’s cheek before pushing her chair out and walking towards the bathroom.  

Codie heard the door to the bathroom open and she set her phone face down on the marble counters before starting the sink, she quickly squirted soap into her hands before sticking them under the faucet. Her hands shook under the warm flow of water as she felt someone walk up behind her. “You know he just wants what’s best for you, right?” Allison asked, leaning on the counter next to Codie, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Everyone wants what’s best for me,” Codie pointed out. “Everyone just has different versions of what’s best for me, so I can’t be mad at him because he has the right intentions. Right?” She raised an eyebrow and Allison let out a long sigh. 

Allison unfolded her arms and let out a long sigh while Codie dried her hands, “it’s not like that Codie. If Derek recommenced him for the K-9 position and he actually got it,” she shook her head, “he has to be a good guy!” Codie almost laughed at the statement, well aware that Stiles had to be a ‘good guy’, her dad went through  all the K-9 applications personally. Clint wouldn’t just hire anyone for the position, they had to be reputable, smart, caring, all around the best guys in the department.

“I just hope Derek realizes that I’m still going to lunch with Stiles, and if it doesn’t work out then he was right,” she trailed off and looked at Allison. “If he’s not right, well maybe he’ll be my soulmate, kind of getting tired of the whole empty wrist thing.” Codie nodded towards the soul mark on Allison’s wrist with a shrug. 

Allison just rolled her eyes and pulled her sleeve down, “I was going to tell you to just go out with him,” she offered a smile to Codie. “That, and if Scott is saying he’s friends with Stiles from the Academy, he has to be a pretty great guy, you know what a good judge of character he is.” Codie started chewing on her bottom lip for a moment but settled on nodding. 

Scott had been one of the best judges of character Codie had ever met, maybe the wolf aspect of him played into it, or maybe it was just his heart telling him the right thing. Whatever helped Scott judge people so well helped solve quite a few big cases since he entered the force and a promotion would be in the cards for him soon as well.  “As for Derek,” Allison started, “I just think he doesn’t like watching you grow up, it’s hard for him”

“It can be hard, and I understand that,” Codie let out a long sigh before looking over to Allison again, “but he knows how tough I’ve had it with relationships, he should be happy I’m interested in someone! Someone he knows for fuck’s sake!”

“Shh,” Allison just didn’t want Codie raising her voice too much where Derek would actually hear her through the bathroom, “you have to talk to him, Codie,” she pushed.

“Will he even listen?” Codie asked. “Because he hasn’t been lately, and I get work is stressful but he can’t take that out on me!” Codie took in a sharp breath and closed her eyes before letting out a long breath.

“We’re all stressed, Codie?” Allison reached out for one of Codie’s hands and squeezed it gently. “I’m stressed dating Scott right now, it’s a dangerous job, and if you think you won’t be stressed if you start dating Stilinski, you’re crazy,” Allison said it very matter-of-factly. “You of all people should know the stress the job has, the stress that being close to someone with that job being.”

Codie let out a long sigh and just nodded, knowing Allison wasn’t doing talking yet. “Some nights when Scott gets called in for an emergency shift, I’m up until he’s home and I know it’s the same with your dad.” She reminded Codie, the statement not meant to stress Codie out further, but to serve as a reminder.

“Yeah but Derek shouldn’t try and stop me from dating him,” Codie pointed out. “If I know about the stress then he should have no problem with me dating Stiles.”

“You’re right, he shouldn’t, but he doesn’t want you getting hurt, you are like another little sister for him he and he just wants you happy, he doesn’t want you stressing. When we go back out he’s probably going to apologize, let him, and don’t argue because he means it.” Allison told Codie sternly.

“Fine,” Codie didn’t argue this time.

“Sometimes you two are the same person, I swear, it isn’t easy dealing with both of you and Scott on top of it,” Allison mumbled while she pulled Codie into a hug before walking over to the bathroom door and raising her eyebrows. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Codie confirmed, she refused to drop Allison’s hand as the pair started walking back into the dining room where Derek and Scott were waiting with the main course in front of them, the food so far untouched.

Once the pair reached the table Codie dropped Allison’s hand and walked around the other side to wrap her arms tightly around Derek. “I love you Uncle Derek,” she mumbled squeezing him tighter, “thank you for everything you do for me.” Codie swore she heard Derek stop breathing for a minute when she squeezed him extra tight.

“I-I love you too Pup,” Derek pulled back slightly to kiss Codie’s temple before she moved back to her seat across the table. “I’m sorry I overreacted, Stiles is an amazing Officer and I’m sure he'd make an even better, err, potential partner.” Codie felt a smile spread across her face with Derek’s words and she laughed lightly looking at him, slightly shocked.

“You’re kidding?” She asked, shocked with Derek’s confession. “What changed your mind?” Codie was genuinely curious and wanted to know how a few minutes alone had changed Derek’s thought process so drastically.

“Scott,” he glanced at the other wolf across the table and Scott offered a sheepish smile. “I have respect for Officers their age who are able to see so much so young and still stay composed and still come to work every day and tackle whatever they’re given,” Derek sipped his second drink. “I was in their position once Codie, and I know someone like him can only want what’s best for you.” Codie noticed that Derek hesitated, that he wanted to say more but wasn’t sure if he should. It had been one of his signature moves since they were younger, his eyebrows would knit together and a small frown would form on his face while he considered if saying how he felt was worth it.

“And?” Codie urged him to continue, wondering what he was holding back on.

“ I think that you two-” Derek got cut off by Codie’s text tone ringing through the empty dining room. Her eyes flickered briefly to her phone which was face down before moving back to look at Derek, her heel tapping anxiously on the ground. “Check it Codie,” Derek rolled his eyes. Codie let out a breath and her left hand reached out to pull her phone off the corner of the table.

Codie saw that the message displayed a picture from an unknown number and unlocked her phone, opening her messages. The image that she saw caused her to ‘aww’ out loud, confusing Derek, Scott and Allison. The pictures showed Maverick, laying on a large dog bed, a stuffed hedgehog under his chin. The text bubble signaling that the person who had sent the picture wasn’t done typing. A second later another chime rang in the otherwise quiet room.

‘Mav wanted me to tell you he misses you and can’t wait to see you soon for lunch!’ A second message followed, ‘If it’s not too soon I’d love to see you again tomorrow!’ Codie bit her lip to contain her smile, knowing the messages had been from Stiles.

“It’s definitely Stilinski,” Derek mumbled over his glass of Scotch, his hands gripping the glass tightly. “What’d the fucker say, Codie?” He asked. 

“Probably doesn’t dumb, Stiles does that,” Scott offered. Codie sighed and handed Allison her phone letting the couple across from her see the picture and message. She carefully watched for both their reactions, Allison being the first to have a wide smile spread across her while Scott just nodded. 

Codie handed the phone to Derek after, she had been most nervous for his reaction as she knew her father had already expected her and Stiles to get together when he first left them alone in the kennel. There had been absolutely no question there. Codie already had approval from the most important man in her life, now she just needed it from the second.

Derek slid Codie’s phone back to her a few seconds later before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, “God Codie, Stilinski is more of a dork than I first thought after Scott talked about him.” Allison laughed lightly and leaned her head on Scott’s shoulder, happy that Derek finally accepted that Codie was growing up.

“Oh my god,” Codie looked down to her phone again, her thumbs hovering over her keyboard, “what do I tell him?” She had gone out on a few dates, but nothing ever too serious, and she had surely never been this nervous to accept a lunch offer from someone before. “Do I just say yes?”

Derek’s soft smile told Codie that he truly had been happy for her and his response assured her that he would also be happy to help guide her through this part of her life, “tell him that tomorrow isn’t too soon and ask where he was thinking you could do?” Derek suggested. Allison’s nod confirmed that it was a good response and Codie looked over time Scott knowing he would know who Stiles would like best.

“Stiles will be happy with any form of yes,” Scott just shrugged.

Not even a minute later Codie’s phone dinged again and she picked it up, “He said that he was thinking he could cook for me!” Codie looked up and both Derek and Allison looked shocked, Scott had a smirk on his face. She had never had a boy offer to cook for her. “Oh Stiles is whipped already,” Scott laughed.

“Oh my god, Codie. God has gifted you with an amazing man,” Allison replied. Codie looked over to Derek who rolled his eyes. Allison kept speaking, “ask him if twelve thirty is a good time for him.”

“Twelve thirty?” Codie asked. Unsure why Allison would be so set on that time.

“It’s not too later but still early enough to give you both a little extra time to get to know each other,” Allison gave Codie a playful eyebrow wiggle causing her to look down with a slight blush, typing out the question.

“Not like that, Al,” Codie mumbled out while she watched the dots that indicated Stiles was typing pop up. “Perfect”, Codie started to read his response, “‘just wear something comfy! No reasons to dress up.’” She locked her phone and looked up to Derek with a grateful smile. “Thank you Uncle Derek, for always wanting what’s best for me.” Derek just nodded in response while reaching a hand out across the table for Codie to take. He had seen her get her heart broken before and if he trusted anyone with his Codie’s heart it would be the kind hearted, K-9 Officer he had helped promote himself the month before.

“And thank you Scott for convincing Derek’s stubborn ass Stiles was a good guy,” Scott mocked in a high pitch voice, causing the entire table to laugh. Maybe something finally would work out for Codie, but she knew it couldn’t be that easy. 

[winniedevereux]

( LAURA HARRIER, 26, CIS FEMALE ) I just bumped into [ WINNIE DEVEREUX ] the other day while walking down [ WEST ] Kingsboro, where [ SHE/HER ] live. I hear they can be [ AMBITIOUS ] and [ ALOOF ], but when I think of them I immediately think about [ CALLIGRAPHY, WINTER EVENINGS, PIANO MUSIC ] ( robin, 20, she/her, gmt ).

TW : DEATH, DRUG ABUSE, ADDICTION, OVERDOSE.

hi, hi !! i’m robin, your local virgo, star wars enthusiast, and struggling uni student. i’m never too good at these intro things, but lemme introduce y’all to winnie !

STATS:

full name : winnie renée devereux. age : twenty six. zodiac : aries. mbti : infp. residence : west kingsboro, new york. hometown : baltimore, maryland.

BACKGROUND:

growing up the youngest of four siblings, winnie resided in the city of baltimore for the first portion of her adolescence.

it only took a few years for winnie to soon realise that she was, albeit contrary to the stereotypical notion of the youngest child, definitely not the favourite.

despite it all, she had a relatively content home life, and got along with her oldest sister, alanna  extremely well; the only prominent issue being that she was constantly stuck in the shadow of her siblings.

her oldest sister was a prized academic with a mind of gold, whilst her brothers ( twins, consequently ) showcased immense talent through their involvement in american football. winnie struggled to hold a candle to their flames.

struggling to decide what to do with her, her parents enrolled her into figure-skating and ballet lessons as a child, mostly as a means of keeping her distracted on the weekends.

this grew, however, into winnie excelling in figure-skating, and her coach soon realised the talent displayed by the girl–– she continued skating all throughout her childhood with the most prestige of training.

she continued ballet for a solid period of time before she dropped out to focus entirely on the sport, for it was encouraged by her coach to improve her technique.

nonetheless, this didn’t stop her from sharing the ice with alanna where she could, and they bonded over frequent lighthearted skating sessions.

alanna and her brothers left the nest one by one, tickets in their hands for the most pristine of universities, and winnie was left to count the days until it was her turn.

she continued skating, competing and practising extensively once she realised that this was the path she wanted to go down; she travelled in order to compete in various championships as she grew older, scoring impressive standings that gained her fast traction. she became obsessed with the ice, and if her talent was any indication, the ice seemed to be obsessed with her back.

in all aspects, she was set for a bright future in the sport, finally feeling as though she was able to hold her own ground against the massive pedestals her siblings were placed on.

that was, until disaster struck.

TW : DEATH – DRUG ABUSE – ADDICTION – OVERDOSE // on a cold day in baltimore, a phone call left a fatal mark on the devereux family, and cost them the life of their beloved alanna. unbeknownst to them, alanna had been suffering with substance use for a considerable time, and an overdose had left her lifeless. winnie’s world was turned upside down, and she was left to pick up the pieces, all the whilst holding a heavy void that her sister left. // END OF TW.

where her family should have leant on one another, they instead fell apart.

winnie soon distanced herself from everybody and everything, as did her parents and brothers, which lead to her dropping out of ice-skating on the brink of her career peak. she was unable to look at the ice in the same way since it was the root of so many shared memories.

eventually, she moved to west kingsboro, new york, at the age of twenty in hopes of healing. she left her whole life behind, as well as what she once was, and has resided there ever since. 

she currently works as a ballet teacher at beaus dancing academy, at least putting some of her experience to good use; it’s not the same, but it pays the bills, and provides some form of creative outlet as close as she can without actually tying up her skates again.

PERSONALITY:

winnie is pretty reserved and fairly independent; it takes time for her to open up to you.

distancing herself from those around her is her form of comfort– if she can keep her circle small, she absolutely will.

though bleak at times, she tends to see the best in people where she can.

if she can help somebody, it is her first instinct to do so.

regardless, as she grew older, she definitely worked on coming out of her shell a bit more. though still difficult, she definitely improved as she progressed through adulthood.

[wolvesofinnistrad]

Buck signs up for a YouTube video where he judges people's kissing skills while blindfolded.  He has no idea who the contestsants are, and they have no idea who they're kissing until they arrive.

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Buck is standing, blindfolded on a set, waiting for the rest of the participants to come in.

“So, can you tell us your name and also if you don’t mind, your sexual orientation?”

Buck smirks, grin blinding as he mugs for the camera.

“Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley. And I’m straight.”

“Alright, and you know what you’re doing today?”

“I’m gonna be kissing some random people right?” Buck gives the camera another cocky grin, like if you could see his eyes he’d be winking.

“That’s right. The competitors are coming in now and-”

Buck tilts his head a bit, noticing the cameraman’s voice trailing off followed by hushed whispers.

“Really, 2? That’s a first.”

“2 what?” Buck’s turning his head, as if he could see the people, not sure what’s going on.

“Well it seems, and this is completely random, but two of the five people know you.”

 “I was a bit of a slut back in the day so that doesn’t even surprise me.” Buck laughs, high and bright and there’s a chorus of laughter and shrieks from his left which he figures are the competitors. “As long as it’s not my sister I think I’ll be good. Just don’t feel bad if I don’t remember you, these lips have been around the block.”

 Buck makes a pouty face to show off his lips to more laughter from everyone on set.

 As they continue setting up Eddie stands there, wishing he hadn’t agreed to this today. He had no idea Buck was going to end up being in this video. Of course when he’d heard about the casting had been the same day they had taken Christopher to the mall, so he guesses maybe Buck had seen the same flier.

 It seems like Buck isn’t at all nervous though so Eddie tries to push down his fears. He signed up for two of these today, and while he was a bit curious how it was going to be kissing a guy for the first time, he never suspected it’d be Buck. Of course Buck clearly thought it was one of his ex’s or casual hookups that was who knew him, not Eddie.

 “Okay, we have everyone lined up, they’ll get two tries, but after the first time we’ll switch up the order to make it fair.”

 “Alright, let’s get this going!”

 The first girl is the one that said she knows Buck, and she kisses him with a ton of passion, making out with him and sticking a second over the time limit.

 A smirk plays on Buck’s lips as she steps away. “She’s a great kisser. I’ll give that an 8, because it was really good, but I think there’s always room for improvement.”

 Eddie chuckles as quietly as he can as the girl heads to the back of the line, clearly upset she didn’t get higher marks.

 Next up is a dude, and Eddie wonders how Buck is going to react. He knew Buck was straight, the man had just confirmed it, but he didn’t seem nervous about kissing a man so he guessed Buck was just really comfortable.

 The man kisses Buck, he’s very tentative at first, but starts gaining a bit of traction just as the timer goes off.

 Buck turns a bit towards the camera, still smiling.

 “Well, that was definitely a dude. Not bad, but yeah, I’m still definitely straight. I’ll give that a… 3, 3 and a half.”

 The guy rolls his eyes and Eddie grimaces. He’s not sure what he’s going to do, there’s only one more person in front of him and his nerves are starting to really take over. A smile is plastered on his face, but it’s shaky as he tries to get the courage to do this.

 Of course one thing that helps is hearing the girl ahead of him get a 6. His competitive streak starts to flare to life and he pushes the thought that this is Buck further back in his mind and just thinks about how to kiss and what he can do to at least beat the other guy’s score.

 Rolling his shoulders as Buck signals for the next guy he steps forward, and when they tell him to go he grips Buck by the waist, dragging him in to a deep kiss. Their lips meet, sucking on the bottom one, his hands still holding Buck’s hips tight and he can feel the air coming out of Buck in a shudder as they pull apart.

 Eddie touches his fingers to his lips as he walks back, not realizing Buck’s doing the same thing.

 “Wow that was...” Buck breathes deep, shaking his head. “Ok, maybe I’m not so straight because that was definitely a dude, felt that stubble man,” they all laugh, “but that was really good. Love the confidence, just grabbing me and drawing me into it. I really dig that contact and no fear to just dive in. I gotta give that one an 8 too. Shit, can’t believe that.”

 The first girl, who also knows Buck, turns to Eddie and gives him a dirty look before quickly smiling at the camera once more. Eddie holds in his laughter, feeling his own cheeks get warm at the thought that Buck of all people, self professed sex addict and horn dog, ranked him at a tie for first.

 The last girl takes her shot, being a bit more aggressive, hiking one of her hips up against Buck and Eddie cringes a bit.

 Afterwards Buck turns to the camera again, taking some questions. “That was… Intense, but a little sloppy. I think I’m gonna have to give it a 5. Sorry girl.”

 The girl just laughs, clearly having fun with this more than anything.

 They all get set up again, rearranged with the guy at front, followed by desperate girl, then Buck’s hookup, the very middle girl and finally Eddie at the end.

 “So, Buck do you have any tips for the kissers before the second and final round? How to score big with you?”

 There’s a bit of swagger to Buck as he turns from the camera talking directly to them.

 “Listen up girls, you’ve gotta knock it out of the park, cuz one of these guys is really doing his best to turn me and, not gonna lie, he might just get me to apply for a transfer if you don’t step up your game.”

 The entire set erupts in laughs, Eddie feeling a blush redden his cheeks again as he drags a hand down his face. Clearly Buck is joking, but it does make something weird in Eddie’s stomach flutter and he tries to just ignore it.

 It’s just because he wants to win.

 “Anyway, be confident, touch me if you want, trust me you can do whatever you want I won’t bite. Unless you like that,” he must be winking because he does something then says “fuck. You can’t see that. Imagine me winking right now. But yeah, confidence, touch, you can be a bit aggressive if you like, don’t be shy. Just not sloppy. Technique is important.”

 “Alright then, we’re going to start round two.”

 The first guy goes once more, this time he grabs Buck’s shirt, hands fisted in the fabric as he presses deeper into the kiss.

 He still only gets a 4 for his efforts.

 “Sorry man. It was better but you’re just not doing it for me. And I can’t even give you the excuse it’s because you’re a dude anymore cuz that other guy was really fucking good so.”

 That makes Eddie smile and shake his head, trying to hide how much Buck’s words are affecting him. It’s not like he’s attracted to Buck or anything. Even if that kiss was really, really good for him too. Eddie tries to chase that thought away though, right now he just wants to concentrate on winning this silly little contest. He can rib Buck about this for so long back at the station once he does.

 Of course that means they’ll also know Eddie made out with Buck, but he guesses that’s somehow less mortifying than if Buck actually picks Eddie as the winner.

 He really hopes he does.

 Desperate girl fully jumps in Buck’s arms this time, hips around his waist and he nearly drops her before the timer goes off and she jumps down.

 “Love the confidence once again, but still a bit messy. And not like, fun messy. But I’ll give you a 6 for effort.”

 It’s Buck’s former hook ups turn and she confidently struts towards him, placing one of his hands on her ass as she kisses Buck with gusto. She clearly slips him some tongue which he meets with eager enthusiasm, and if the sounds of her moan are anything she’s enjoying it as much as Buck if not more.

 “Fuck, okay she didn’t come to play!”

 There’s some wolf whistles from the crew and Eddie suddenly feels a surge of something he can’t quite understand bubble up in him. He takes it as desire to win, to beat the girl that’s staring at him with a smug look as she walks to the back of the line, one finger tracing over her smeared lipstick and wiping it clean.

 “That’s a solid, solid 9 girl. Like Dang!”

 There’s one girl between Eddie but he just wants to shove her out of the way so he can get his shot at Buck’s lips.

 Those gorgeous lips he plans to kiss off his best friend so he can win.

 That’s totally the only reason he’s going to make sure this is the best kiss he’s ever given.

 The final girl goes, and Buck seems into it, humming along as she scratches down his back with her nails, if the sound is anything to go by. Everyone seems to be revving up in this final round and Eddie only feels the urge to do better grow stronger.

 “Alright, okay I see you girl. 7 and a half. A strong 7 and a half though, to be sure.”

 “Last one!”

 “Oh, y’all saved the dude trying to turn me for last huh? Listen buddy, give it all you’ve got. I don’t think you can beat the girls this round, the shock from the fir-”

 Eddie doesn’t listen to another word he says, signaling them he’s going without waiting for Buck to finish. His hands slide up the man’s shoulders and neck before cupping both sides of his face. He kisses him slow, then deep, then faster, letting it grow, even if he doesn’t have the time to let it simmer like he wishes. His tongue slips out, teasing at the entrance of Buck’s lips, and when he lets one hand drop to grab Buck’s ass, groping the firm muscle he hears him gasp. That gives Eddie an opening, sliding his tongue in beside Buck’s, caressing it the same way his thumb is rubbing circles against the smoothness of Buck’s cheek.

 When the timer goes off, way too soon Eddie feels like when he was just getting into that kiss, he pulls back and can’t help but grin as Buck’s lips follow after him a bit, body tilting forward trying to find him again.

 “So, what’s your score Buck?”

 Buck seems out of breath, panting and standing there without saying anything for long moments. Finally when he speaks he seems to have a confused expression on his face, even seeing just his mouth.

 “I… Just, wow. Like, holy fucking shit that was a KISS! Damn dude! You are making me think I might be bi, what the fuck!” Buck laughs afterwards, trying to make it out as a joke, but Eddie knows him well enough to notice the stutters in it, the way his lips curl up at the ends when he’s telling a truth he’d rather not admit to.

 “So score Buck? What’s the final verdict.”

 “Shit. Fuck, uh,” Buck contemplates for a moment, and this is the big decision, whether Eddie or his ex wins. Not that Buck knows that yet. “It’s gotta be, shit, it’s gotta be a 9. A strong 9. Really strong.”

 Eddie can’t help the way he feels when he hears that. His cheeks are definitely red and you couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. He’s biting his lip, feeling how his mouth tastes of Buck, and it’s such a strange concept, but he finds it’s also nice.

 Maybe nicer than he ever thought it could be.

 “Buck, that mean’s the top two both received an 8 in round one, and a 9 in round 2”

 “Oh shit, a tie?”

 “So Buck, before we reveal the winner, I think you should know that your top two just so happen to both be the people you know.”

 Buck laughs, nodding his head. “That makes sense considering they know me b-” He pauses, turning from the final two and then back towards the camera. “Wait, but the top has a guy in it. The guy knows me?”

 “Yes, a guy and a girl are your top two, and both have said they know you already.”

 Buck looks a bit nervous for a second, then he laughs. “Michael that better not be you, Athena will murder both of us if you’ve been making out with me.”

 The girl looks at Eddie and he shakes his head. She scoffs at him, waiting for the producers to tell them what’s happening.

 “Well Buck, you’re right that there is a tie. So that means we have to have a final round. One last kiss between both of them to tell who is the best kisser of the bunch.”

 “OK. OK.”

 Eddie should feel weird about this, he’s about to kiss his best friend for the third time, and Buck doesn’t even know it’s him. This could ruin their friendship, but Eddie feels like he can’t back out. He wants to win.

 Or, more accurately, he wants to kiss Buck again.

 He’d tried to tell himself that wasn’t it, but he was usually pretty honest with himself, a few minutes of denial was enough to tell himself that it felt really, really good kissing Buck. That combined with their history and well, Eddie wasn’t sure if ruining their friendship might be worth it to feel this again.

 Besides, he could always write it off as just a weird, funny incident between good friends later.

 Not that he’d want to, but he could.

 “Alright, final round, tiebreaker! Let’s go! Last chance to impress Buck!”

 Buck smiles as he looks at them, not that he can see, but he’s anticipating it. These have been some absolutely amazing kisses and after a bit of a dry spell he’s had with all the trauma in his life lately it feels good to do something fun and sexy.

 A little part of his brain is really going overdrive trying to think of what guy might be kissing the living daylights out of him, but he doesn’t have a lot of time to think because the last round is starting and the girl is on him once more.

 He knows its her because her hands are soft and delicate, nothing like the rough, callused hand that held his face before, that groped his ass and left him panting for more. Nothing like the stubbled chin that scratched at his face in just the right way, so new and different in a way he didn’t even know he liked.

 The kiss is over before he really even realizes it’s started, his lips barely kissing back as he was so focused on thinking about that last kiss from the guy. Buck’s never thought of guy’s like that, but he’s not opposed to the idea either. He thinks, idly, that maybe he should be a bit concerned by how easily he’s accepting this, but then again sex is sex, and he’s never had anything against Hen or Michael or anyone else that liked the same sex, it just didn’t seem like it was something for him.

 Until this fucking guy was stealing his breath with each kiss.

 He hears a question being repeated and he realizes he’s supposed to be giving a score. “Um, 8, yeah, good. Really good.” He stumbles through the words, probably more generous than he needed to be since he didn’t even register the kiss, but he’s got to give the last lingering threads of his heterosexuality at least a chance here.

 “I’m ready.” He says it with more confidence than he really has, and then there’s a hand in his hair, carding it at first, before strong hands are tugging at it as the man kisses him. It’s so good, warm and hard and hot in all the best ways.

 Then the guy starts using the hand in his hair to pull him back and suddenly he’s being dipped, the sound of shock giving the man the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth, making Buck moan and dart his own tongue into his mouth.

 The kiss just keeps deepening, and he has to admit the way the guy’s manhandling him is really getting him off.

 In fact, he’s pretty sure that not only is he at half mast against the other guy’s thigh, but he thinks he can feel the other’s bulge pressing against his leg as well.

 Why is that so fucking hot?

 He doesn't get an answer though as the guy bites on his lip, tugging on it and Buck whimpers, fucking whimpers, hands’ coming up to grip strong biceps and wow he’s fallen into bisexuality so fast his head’s spinning.

 Or maybe it’s just the kiss making his head spin.

 Either way he’s suddenly wrenched up, can feel a bead of spittle connecting their lips before breaking and falling over his chin as the guy pulls away. He hates the loss of contact, his hand almost reaches out for the man again because it was so good he wants another taste before he remembers he’s being recorded.

 And this is a guy he knows, and he’s not even sure who it could be.

 “So, final score Buck?”

 Buck doesn’t even think before answering.

 “10. Fucking, 20, fuck, a hundred. Fucking shit, best kiss of my life!”

 He hears a laugh, and his stomach twists because that feels way too familiar for his comfort. He’s sure he knows that laugh.

 “Alright then, Buck take off your blindfold and see who won.”

 He hears the girl’s heels clacking as she storms off, but he doesn’t care. His fingers are trembling as he starts to remove the blindfold, blinking his eyes to adjust to the light.

 And then his eyes settle on Eddie, who looks just as blissed out as Buck feels, lips kiss swollen and red, matching the blush in his friend’s cheeks.

 “Eddie?!”

 “Evan...”

 Eddie’s voice sounds choked off and so fucking soft. Buck doesn’t even care that it could ruin everything, all he wants is to capture those lips, feel them against his skin once more. He watches his eyes, seeing how Eddies keep dropping to Buck’s lips and he almost growls low in his throat.

 “uh, well, if you’d like to do one last kiss in slow-mo then we’ll be done!”

 He doesn’t wait to be told twice or for anyone to get things set up, he just marches towards Eddie and grabs him, one hand behind his head before crashing their lips together.

 there’s a stuttered gasp he feels across his lips from Eddie and he licks into the man’s mouth, finally able to be the aggressor in the kiss like he’d wanted, finding that they easily flow back and forth. It’s a few moments later, when he feels Eddie’s hand reaching under his shirt, splayed wide across his abdominals and his own hand just about to rub over Eddie’s bulge when a loud cough and a cry of “Cut!” breaks them apart.

 Reluctantly.

 “Fuck...”

 “Yeah...” Eddie breathes, pupils so dilated Buck can only see black when he stares into them.

 “Well that was, great! Thanks for everything guys!”

 “uh huh.” “Yeah” they both say dismissively towards the production assistant.

 “Wanna go-”

 “Yes!” Buck doesn’t let Eddie even finish before he’s grabbing Eddie’s hand and leading him out of the building.

 If they end up making out in Eddie’s truck, cumming in their pants like fucking teenagers no one else has to know.

 They decide to wait until the video is posted to tell the fire house, watching the video with them all and soaking in the shocked expressions on everyone’s faces as things ramp up higher and higher.

 When the video ends everyone stares at Eddie and Buck who have been inconspicuously grinning the entire time watching everyone else’s reactions before busting out laughing. They’re holding hands and when everyone notices there’s a chorus of shouting and applause and demands to know when they got together.

 “You already got to see our first three kisses, that’s as much as you get to know,” Eddie says, and he grabs Buck and turns his mouth towards him, kissing him gently to more cheers.