#i know i reblogged the post bc i Would have liked a prologue to see the conclave but its not the hill i will die on either

[amatres]

for all my complaints of dai, i will still give it that the opening is it's strongest point, and that's main problem in my eyes is that it does not let you have much room to make different personalities through out the game you play. while i think it would have been nice imo to have been able to see the conclave before it was destroyed, the fact the game is both so listless and limiting past the destruction of haven is the part it really falls flat. for me.

[thelastofhyde]

prologue. rome.

pairing. tourguide!joel miller x fem!reader. series synopsis. on the brink of undergoing a life-altering change, you runaway from your problems in the only way any sane person can: embarking on a mediterranean cruise. there you meet joel miller, a grumpy, private tour-guide, who just so happens to be tasked with touring you through each stop on your cruise. from greek goddesses to roman ruins, you have ten days to avoid your fate. maybe a frowning, southern, sex-on-legs of a man is just what the doctor ordered. chapter summary. like all epic love stories, this one starts with a meet-(un)cute. series warnings. no use of y/n, set in 2015, cruise!au, rom-com, enemies-ish to lovers, sunshine!reader, tour-guide!joel, age gap, depictions/discussions of grief, angst, fluff, a whole load of smut, a lot of cheesy stereotypical romance tropes bc i just wanna see joel not suffer ( too much ) <3 chapter warnings. i’m pretty sure there’s no warnings this chapter. word count. 845. hyde’s input. & so it begins! my goal is to try post a chapter every other friday, but it may be weekly if i write + edit on time. likes and reblogs are appreciated <3 next chapter - series masterlist

Under the buzz of a dying light, you assess the damage.

Tousled hair, smudged mascara, bags under your eyes. Chapped lips, wrinkled clothing, a missing earring. Nail indentations, dry hands, a bruise on your knee.

You'd call yourself a mess, had you not been travelling at full-speed in the air, trapped inside an overgrown Pringles can that grew wings, for the past who-knows-how-many hours.

With a snoring seat-neighbour, a kid kicking at the back of you and the embarrassing sting of tears in your eyes, you'd not known peace until the plane had landed on solid ground. And, even then, the nightmare had picked right back up where it had left off, shapeshifting into a mile long customs queue and the overwhelming dread of watching the conveyor belt spin round and round with not a single sign of your suitcase.

It took a whole hour and speaking to an airport staff member later for them to find your case, right down the other end of the arrivals hall, sitting amongst luggage from a destination you'd certainly not arrived from.

But none of that matters, not now. At least you tell yourself that as you splash some cold water on your face. Looking back in the mirror, you try out a smile. It doesn't look genuine, but it's been a little harder to do recently, and so you give yourself credit for managing to at least have it meet your eyes.

There's a series of disgruntled, irritated faces that greet you as you exit the bathroom. You walk past them, head down, trying to count the beat in your footsteps and feel the roll of your suitcase's wheels.

Finding the signs that point to the arrival gate, you keep a low profile, as if anyone would know you here. Why would anybody know you here? Still, the need to stay hidden, out of sight, it intensifies, even as you take in the welcoming sign above sliding doors.

Buongiorno, benvenuto in Italia!

An overwhelming wave of loneliness hits you as you take your first step past the sliding doors, the usual hustle and bustle of an arrival's lounge greeting you. Couples embracing in reunion, families excitedly catching up on all that they've missed, strangers meeting for the first time, men in suits holding up signs with names and-

A different kind of wave hits you, physically, and suddenly you're on all fours, the sound of your knees smacking harshly into the marble floor taunting you with yet another bruise that'll be making a cameo in every picture you’ll take.

The world continues to pass you by, even as you juggle turmoil and pain. It’s a feat you’re trying to grow used to, but, for now, all you can manage is to not feel your stomach knot. You straighten your back, hands off the floor and your weight resting back against your knees. Pull a deep breath in, ignoring the tremble in your lower lip. In a moment of pure desperation, you wonder what more awaits you on this holiday from hell.

An awful flight, a lost-luggage scare, several bruises and now a public humiliation. What’s next?

You’re plucked up from where you sit, strong hands taking a gentle grip of your forearm. A simple tug and you obey the stranger’s signal, shifting to stand up straight. Turning on your heel to face your rescuer, you’re met with the back of a head, dark locks adorning it as the man reaches back down to grasp at your suitcase’s handle.

The man’s face is revealed slowly, undeliberately, as he rises to level once more, steadying your case back onto its wheels. Handsome, you notice the etching of laugh lines around his eyes and the peppering of patchy, yet fitting, facial hair along his jaw. A pair of headphones, big and chunky and sporting a wire, rest on the back of his neck and the strap of a backpack rests over his right shoulder.

You notice you’re staring a little too late, when there’s already a frown line splitting the skin of his forehead. Clear your throat, take back control of your suitcase and your senses.

Raised with manners, you rather clumsily thrust out your hand for the man to shake. “Thank you for your help, I appreciate it. So much. I'm-"

"You're in the way."

There’s no time to respond, not properly, as the man side-steps you with a grunt, his shoulder catching yours as he passes by. He doesn’t stop to apologise, simply readjusting the sliding strap of his bag and continuing his stride out into the sea of awaiting people.

Involuntarily, frozen where you stand, your eyes follow him as he comes to a stop in front of a uniformed man, a printed sign in his hand.

Signore Miller.

As you scan the crowd for your own name, spotting a casually dressed older gentleman carrying it upon scribbled cardboard, you repeat that name, over and over.

Miller, Miller, Miller.

Whoever the rude man may be, you pray for all those who cross his path on his trip.

[sorikkung]

I posted 8,689 times in 2022

That's 6,695 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 4,559 of my posts in 2022

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#bang chan x reader - 32 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#god i am enjoying writing ateez way too much in whats supposed to be a txt centric au 😭😭😭 they were meant to be side characters but 😭😭

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

good boy gone bad | 3: yeonjun does not hesitate, taehyun hates his friends, beomgyu narrowly avoids getting knifed in his sleep

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a/n: i heard somewhere taehyun throwing knives in the txt dorms is canon. i ran with it.

EDIT: i forgot an entire conversation that was meant to take place w felix in dms before this part, if you haven't read it already please go back and read it thanks sorry 🙏

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#4

good boy gone bad | intros

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#3

what goes on in neverland. ⇝ ch. 1: rivalry, a bitter past, and a whole lot to prove

word count: 17.4k

pairings: transmasc!reader x eric, reader x chan, reader x felix, eric x felix, wooyoung x mingi, minho x changbin, chan x felix (see masterlist for full series pairings)

genre: fluff, smut and lots of assorted shenanigans. hijinks, if you will

au: battle of the bands!au but make it gay and horny

warnings: (another) m/m/afab threesome, switch!reader, switch!felix, (physical and mental) power struggle, improvised handcuffs, mild exhibitionism, brief choking, unprotected sex, cumplay, anal (m recieving)

a/n: this only took way too long uh whoops?? apologies LOL anyway dont mind the sudden switch of past tense to present tense, the rest of the series will be present tense from now on, only the prologue is past tense cause its the prologue. hope that isnt too confusing LOL

please reblog and leave feedback if you enjoyed, it's what keeps us writers going :')

tags: @mingirn, @absentcaryatid, @honeybyunnies (apologies if you didn't wanna be tagged just lmk and i'll take you off the taglist!)

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#2

♕ of princes and princesses ♕ | s.mg, j.yh

✒ pairing: princess!song mingi x trans!prince!reader x prince!jeong yunho

✒ wc: 16.7k

✒ genre: royalty au, angst, romance, smut, heavy on the themes of queerness and identity

✒ summary:

"Only princesses like princes," you were all told. Mingi figured that must make him a princess, because he knows he loves the Crown Prince of Choeya, Jeong Yunho.

"You're a princess," you've been told, but you know you're a prince - and if it takes recruiting the estranged princess of Reuji to help you prove that point on your last stand, so be it.

Yunho is throwing a gala between the three kingdoms to forge alliances, and has no idea just how successful he will be.

✒ warnings! blatant transphobia and homophobia, verbal and emotional parental abuse, implied dysphoria, smut, anal (m. receiving), mirror sex, first times (mingi is a virgin), both of them have stupidly huge cocks, unprotected sex bc this is medieval times did they even have condoms? usage of the title "sir"

✒ a/n: this piece is very, very, very important to me, so i really hope you'll give it a shot! i especially invite cis readers to give it a chance to boost more marginalised identities within the reader insert community, to help even one other queer person out there feel more seen and normal. any reblogs or feedback would mean the world to me <3

as this fic is about queerness and acceptance, i will happily rewrite it for other queer identities upon request, whether that be trans woman, nonbinary, or any other shade of queerness, so just let me know!

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My #1 post of 2022

good boy gone bad | txt, skz & atz social media au [m.list]

genre: fluff, comedy, a pinch of angst but mostly just lots of pining, polyamory, suggestive content but (probably) no actual smut

au: non-idol au, fake dating au, bad boy makeover au

What's more outrageous to a conservative family than one bad boy rebel boyfriend? Five of them. Hell, why stop there? Sick of pining over your childhood bestfriends and wanting to stick it to your old folks, you decide its time to find as many fake boyfriends as you can to bring along to your sister's wedding. If they're too good on their own, that's fine - you can make them a whole lot worse.

a/n: if you enjoy this, please do reblog and/or give any feedback or reactions you might have! it makes a writer's day and keeps us writing :)

intros

1. two nerd best friends

2. felix is just, a really good friend :)

3. yeonjun does not hesitate, taehyun hates his friends, beomgyu narrowly avoids getting knifed in his sleep

4. hyuka isn't the best at keeping secrets - even his own.

5. y/n has bitches?!

6. felix lee joins the party!

7. bad boy makeover step one: fit check!

8. step two, taking "be gay, do crime" to a whole new level

9. call that the y/n effect!

10. realisations yet to be had

11. other side of the coin

12. one day. for now, welcome to superhell

13. taehyun remembers things and felix is a natural blonde

1. bickering like boyfriends already

15. thirst trapped in the gc

16. mutual blackmail.

17. just bros being bros (dancing gay little circles around each other)

intros [ii]

18. gay update: getting gayer

19. hongjoong likers club

20. intervention, interrogation, indirection

21. a queer indie production film. totally.

22. prove it.

23. for you.

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[nickfowlerrr]

keeping secrets -

prologue

series masterlist / chapter one

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: this is going to be a very angsty/sad/smutty series. 18+ ONLY. reader has to get a physical done, mentions of weight (not explicit).

words: 1.2k

notes: this isn’t edited. and don’t let the gif fool you, this is a bucky x reader fic lol. we’re just starting slow and steady. i wasn’t gonna start posting this series yet but everyone is so excited and so am i so i figured what the hell. but no one is allowed to rush me for updates now bc you were all warned and you all know it takes me forever to update lol.

anyway! i really hope you all enjoy this little chapter. as always, feedback and comments are more than welcome. thank you in advance for reading and reblogging. let me know what you think 🖤

It was a Monday. You arrived at the compound at 5 in the morning, greeted by Steve Rogers himself. To say you were a little star stuck would have been an understatement, but you kept your composure and introduced yourself to the way taller and way more gorgeous in person man stood before you.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he smiled as he shook your hand.

“Likewise, Captain,”

“Please, Steve is fine. We’re all like family here, no need for formalities. I’m sure you’re gonna fit right in,” he reassured you as he led you through the entrance. Still, the compound was expansive and just as intimidating as you thought it might be. You listened intently as Steve led you around, showing you the gym, the lab area, the kitchen, meeting rooms, med bay, training areas, the hangers, the common room, and everywhere else before he eventually brought you to your room.

“This is yours. It’s fully furnished, and feel free to decorate however you like. I know it seems kinda lifeless right now, but the other’s should be getting up soon and permitted staff start showing up around 8am, but they’re not always here. And none of them are allowed to just enter in our living quarters unless it’s an emergency. Guests are allowed, but they have to be cleared first, for safety reasons. Tony should be calling for you in a little while to get your gear all suited and then someone from med will get you to do your physical. We have a training scheduled for 10, you’ll get to meet everyone then if you don’t happen to cross paths before that. I’ll uh, I’ll leave you to get settled in then. Unless you need any help?” he offered.

“Really, it’s just clothes and toiletries. Thank you, though. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. Just tell FRIDAY if you need anything, she can call people for you, too. If you have any questions about it, though, I’d ask Tony. He knows a lot more than I do about it,” he said as he rubbed his neck almost nervously. “Well, I’ll be seeing you. Again, if you need any help, just call me,” he smiled again.

“I will, thanks,” you nodded with a smile in return. “See ya,” you said as he left your room.

Your meeting with Stark was quick, he seemed to be moving a mile a minute, not that you minded. He gave you your new and improved tact suit, explained the in and outs of it to you, had you try it on to make sure it fit well, and you said your thanks as he sent you on your merry way.

As you were walking back down the corridor to return to your room, you were stopped by a pretty blonde in a lab coat and glasses calling your name. You looked to her and she motioned for you to follow her back in the opposite direction you had been heading.

“Hi, my name’s Brittany, everyone calls me Brit, though. First day, huh?” she smiled at you.

“Uh, yeah. First day,” you laughed lightly. “Um..Where..are you taking me?” you asked confused.

“Oh, sorry! I should have led with that. Dr. Cho is waiting for you, just need to get your physical done and run some tests is all.”

“Cool,” you breathed, “let’s get it over with, then.”

You hated the doctors. You knew this was necessary, obviously, but that didn’t change the way you felt about having to get it done. You were thankful for Brit, though. Her chatter was distracting enough to help you not stress out so much. And she seemed really nice, you only hoped the rest of the staff would be, too.

As she walked you into the med bay, you were greeted by Dr. Cho who was waiting for you. After introducing yourselves, she led you to one of the back rooms to begin the exam.

You stepped out of your shoes before she took your height and as you were dreading the next part of the exam, she asked you a question you’d never been asked in a doctor's office before.

“I’m going to take your weight next, do you care to know it or would you like me to just record it and not show you?”

You stood there a moment, almost in shock at the simple question. You blinked a few times before you looked at her and finally answered.

“I- uh, I think I’d rather not know.. Thank you,” you said earnestly.

“Of course, not a problem.”

You stepped on the scale backwards so as not to see the number that in the grand scheme of things, you knew meant nothing. But you also knew how much damage knowing said number could do to your mental health. You breathed a sigh of relief as you stepped off and Dr.Cho continued on with the exam.

Before you knew it, you were on your way out of the med bay. As you walked into the lobby, you saw Brit talking animatedly to someone who leaned against the counter she was sitting behind. There were two cups of coffee before them and you saw a glimmer of metal as the person reached out to move the cups over so he could lean further without knocking them over. You pieced together from the hand and well built frame who it must have been. You didn’t need to see his face to know she was talking to the Winter Soldier. No, you corrected yourself, not the winter soldier. What was his name again? Barnes? Something Barnes. Sergeant something Barnes, you weren’t sure.

Not wanting to interrupt, or embarrass yourself, you slipped out of the office without saying a goodbye. You were sure you’d see her around, anyway.

As you left, your head was down while you stared at the floor, not wanting to draw any attention. Unfortunately, you didn’t see Steve walking right in front of you until you were already walking straight into him.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you were quick to apologize as his hands steadied you while you threatened to fall. He was a hell of a lot sturdier than he looked, it almost felt like you walked right into a wall.

“No, I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking, either.”

As you straightened up, he pulled his hands off you and gave you a sheepish smile.

“I actually was looking for you, though. There are a few things I forgot to show you,” he said.

As Steve was talking, you could feel eyes on you, but refused to turn around and meet them. From inside the med bay, Bucky was watching the interaction between you and Steve with intent eyes. He hadn’t seen you around before, yet something about your presence seemed familiar.. Your back was to him, so he couldn’t see your face, but the way Steve was smiling so much was making him even more curious about you. He continued watching and eventually caught himself admiring the sway of your hips as you and Steve left walking back down the hallway together. Brit came back around from Dr.Cho’s office and brought his attention back to her with more of her idle chatter, though somewhere in the back of his mind, he couldn’t seem to shake the nagging thoughts that kept coming back around to you.

[pianostarinwonderland]

Ooh just read ur timeloop theory post and I've always been a fan of the theory, and the details in ur two possibilities sound pretty solid to me, and also allows the story to smoothly continue in a way that let's us explore more of the world and characters. (Like the story would feel complete once chapter 7 is over and we defeat OB Grim, there wouldn't be much for Yuu to do other than going back to their OG world or staying and starting a new adventure). Plus, with the new lore dump from the chapter 6 part 3 release, there's a good chance of the time loop theory acc being true. (I found this theory from twt) but basically, in the new update Idia reveals that in the last 100 years only 10 NRC students have been recorded to OB, and yet in less than a year 5 incident shave taken place. So the theory goes that those 10 OBs from the past r acc from our 5 OB problem children from two previous loops, which was somehow saved into the Shroud system records. Also, another thing I noticed the lines from the beginning have a deeper meaning. We found out that the phantoms have been preserved in ice for centuries, which is likely a reference to "ice that freezes time" line from the prologue. And then it got me thinking of the first line Crowley ever says to us in the game, "my beautiful flower of evil". While blot is a byproduct of excessive magic use and negative emotions, I noticed that the process of OB to phantom is a lot like a flower blooming and how the flower that Crowley mentioned could refer to our 5 problem children, since we know that the phantom will keep consuming energy from the OB person, like the roots of a flower getting their nutrients from the soil, until it has enough and essentially blooms and becomes a complete phantom. I wanna say Grim too but he's a strange case since we don't see a little Grim anywhere with the beast, unless he's already been consumed by the phantom, but I can't help but think that may be bc he's a monster that he OB differently. It's interesting that Grim has eaten 5 little condensed versions OB and is fairly lucid when he isn't in the presence of blot, can't wait till we get more info on him.

[From here!]

Awww thank you!! 🥺🥺🥺 I honestly am proud of that theory, probably my most favorite thing I thought of to this day. I posted it on Twitter as well, and it has slightly more details.

I heard that theory on Twitter as well! It’s the main reason why I reblogged my time loop theory again. XD The idea of Ortho causing a time loop is really interesting, especially because of the reset feature of games. Frankly, though, I don’t think that the “less than 10” overblots in the past 100 years are the boys either who were somehow recorded despite the resets. I think that in such a magical academy where students generally don’t get along, overblots have a pretty good chance of happening compared to the rest of the world.

WAIT A MINUTE 👁👄👁 I LIKE THE ANALOGY YOU MADE ABOUT THE BEAUTIFUL FLOWER OF EVIL!!!! That’s so smart actually, that’s really so head in hands. That’s really really likely, and it’s scary to think about because how exactly then is Crowley controlling the circumstances of their blotting? Is it because he does indeed have the ability to reset time? And if he does, does he reset it all so that he can find out how to make these mages overblot?

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Shiver - Two

Pairing: Werewolf!Calum Hood x Reader

Summary: The seasons always have changed too fast

Warnings: Swearing(?)

Requested: Nah

Disclaimer: The idea of how the werewolves change form comes from the fantastic Wolves of Mercy Falls series by Maggie Steifvater, as does the title of the series, though the plot of this mini series is mine. But you should all totally go and check out this series bc it’s fucking awesome

A/N: sorry it’s been a bit of a break since I posted the previous part! I hope you enjoy this! Figured it would make sense to post the next part as the part of the 4K celebration I’ve got going on! Please remember to let me know what you think! Send me an ask, reblog or comment, I love this series and I love hearing what you guys have to say about it as well!! If you want to be tagged, then please send me an ASK - comments on this post or the series masterlist will be ignored and also remember what if you are already on the tag list and you don’t respond to this post (with a comment etc) I will be removing you out of the assumption you no longer want to be tagged :)

And if you wanna check out the other things that will be coming out for the Write Fest click here: 4K Write Fest

Prologue // One // Two // Three

Y/N paused outside of the nearly-closed door to her living room.

After going through the introductions and learning that the people who stood on her lawn were Calum’s pack members, Y/N had led the group of werewolves back through her house, leaving them in the living room to disappear and find them some clothes.

While she had been present, they hadn’t spoken much, instead acting rather aloof and closed off, despite Calum’s reassurances that she wasn’t a figure to be feared, making the point that if she had wanted to report him and his species to the authorities, she would have done it long before, rather than waiting for the rest of Calum’s pack to turn up - particularly since they were evidently far more fit than he currently was.

Even with those assurances, though, Calum’s pack was wary of Y/N. Ashton - who was clearly the leader - had surprisingly been the friendliest to her, even going as far as to thank her for looking after their friend in their absence.

Y/N had a lot of questions she desired to ask the pack of werewolves but, not only did she have no idea where she would start, she also had the inkling feeling that the likelihood of them being answered was slim.

She had a feeling, though, that Calum would tell her. 

Since their rocky meeting and the fear that had almost swallowed her whole after discovering who and what he was, Calum’s attitude had softened around her and he didn’t seem to mind her talking to him and asking him questions, despite his weak position.

So now Y/N stood just outside the door to her living room, piles of clothes in her hands for the currently naked werewolves to change into.

She could only hear murmurs of their conversation, the odd word sticking out to her: “control”, “cold”, “manage” and then finally “mate”. 

“Y/N? Are you going to stop listening at the door?” Y/N’s eyes widened at Calum’s raised voice which suddenly broke through the quiet murmurs of his pack, embarrassed at having been caught in the act, though she wasn’t sure how he had been made aware of her presence. 

Before she could think of what to do or say in response, the door was opened fully and she was met by the glowering stare of Michael, who had been the wariest of Y/N even despite Calum’s assurances.

“S-sorry,” she whispered.

“Are those for us?” Michael asked, voice seeping with contempt. Y/N shut her mouth quickly and nodded, swallowing thickly. Michael took them from her arms and went to shut the door on her but was stopped.

“Mike! Stop being a prick!” Calum snapped, he was laying on the sofa again, a grimace of pain on his lips as Sierra was tending to his wound better than Y/N had been able to. Ashton, Luke and Crystal stood nearby, watching. Ashton’s arms were folded over his chest and Luke’s expression was concerned. 

“Thanks for the clothes,” Ashton said, tearing his eyes away from Calum to give Y/N what was clearly a forced smile, his forehead was still lined, his worry for his pack member evident.

“It’s okay,” Y/N whispered, biting her lip, glancing nervously to Michael who was still glaring at her, his jaw clenched. She looked to Calum who was, in turn, glowering at Michael, pissed about Michael’s attitude towards her. “I’ll just…” Y/N began unsurely, gesturing over her shoulder that she was going to leave again.

“You can stay,” Calum told her, forcing his lips into what Y/N could only assume was supposed to be a reassuring smile.

“Calum,” Michael’s tone held a scolding worry. The two men glared at each other for a moment before both looked instead at Ashton who sighed, looking over to Y/N.

“Give us a moment to change.” He ordered.

Despite the softness, the weariness in his tone, it held a sense of command which Y/N knew she would never even think of doubting or going against. She gave an understanding nod, slipping out of the room, letting out a breath of relief.

Ten minutes later, an exhausted-looking but now-dressed Luke came to find her, entering the kitchen and giving her a small smile.

“Hey - thanks for… helping him,” Luke said to her as they walked back awkwardly towards Y/N’s living room.

“Why do all of you seem to think that I would have just left him out to die of hypothermia?” Y/N asked, laughing a little bit at the absurdity of that suggestion - she liked to think that anyone would have helped Calum had they found themselves in Y/N’s position, but the members of Calum’s pack seemed to have a far different take on it.

“Well I mean Calum was naked - and that’s enough to put anyone off helping him,” it took Y/N a few moments to realise that Luke was making an attempt at a joke, wanting to diffuse the awkward tension between them. Y/N laughed at his words, seeing the relieved smile that her actions brought to Luke’s face.

“So I’m sure you have some questions,” Ashton began once Y/N had re-entered into her living room and Y/N was hit once more with the surreal nature of her current predicament. Despite herself, she began to laugh, the usually joyful sound coming out helpless and unsure.

“You could say that, yeah,” Y/N agreed drily, her eyes passing over all the werewolves that were gathered in her room. To her surprise, when she looked at Calum, he seemed as though he was trying his hardest not to laugh at her.

“Calum thinks you’re trustworthy,” Ashton continued, though Y/N didn’t miss the doubtful look he shot to his injured friend. Y/N couldn’t help but feel a little flattered that Calum had read her in that way from just the short span of time which they had known each other in.

“Even though he’s known you all of five minutes,” Michael muttered bitterly. Y/N turned her gaze to him, hating the image of him wearing her brother's clothes. She didn’t want the hostile man who held a very clear dislike of her for no apparent reason to be wearing her brother’s apparel. 

“Thought we agreed you were going to stop being an arsehole?” Calum questioned, his voice dropping into a more dangerous tone.

“I’m just saying-”

“Just shut the fuck up, won’t you?” Luke sighed, falling into the armchair, rubbing his forehead.

“I’m confused,” the words broke out from Y/N’s mouth, but she immediately clammed up the moment she spoke them, clearly embarrassed at how obvious her statement was.

“I’d be worried if you weren’t,” Ashton responded, his lips twitching as he attempted to hide his amused smile.

“Sorry - I just… Calum said you change with the weather I just… I don’t see…”

“How we’re human now?” Crystal suggested and Y/N nodded, returning the smile offered to her.

“Well, what he neglected to mention is that it is possible to control it,” Ashton’s words were pointed, almost coming across as a warning to Calum who scoffed in response, moving his eyes away from where they had previously been meeting Ashton’s. Ashton rolled his eyes and looked over at Y/N as he offered her a further explanation. “After a while of being in our… situation, you can take the time to master it, to learn how to control yourself and your emotions and that gives some of us the power to control shifting back and forth. It takes a lot of effort to shift and remain in the ‘incorrect’ form for the weather but it’s possible. If you work at it,” the last sentence was once again aimed at Calum who was still avoiding looking at anyone in the room.

“Calum never-”

“Alright, I think she probably figured that much out for herself,” Calum cut Luke off, glaring at his friend, his cheeks tinted a little bit pink from embarrassment. 

“I think I’ve done the best I can from here,” Sierra spoke up, straightening up and stepping away from where she had been tending to Calum. She looked to Y/N with a gentle smile. “You did well considering Calum said you had no medical background.” Y/N returned her smile, trying not to let her embarrassment show. “But we need to get him back to the house.” She added, directing her words to Ashton this time who sighed and nodded, looking out of the window.

“Yeah… we should probably get back,” Ashton agreed slowly.

“But it’s late - and it’s snowing… how would you even get… wherever it is you need to go?” Y/N asked.

“That’s a good point,” Ashton murmured, sitting down on one of the sofas, rubbing his forehead.

“I can drive,” Y/N offered. “I mean… not tonight, my car wouldn’t last driving through snow… but… you can stay here, we’ve got enough beds, and then I’ll drive you tomorrow?”

“You don’t need to do that,” Calum told her but when she met his eyes she saw the warmth in them, conveying the idea that Calum was grateful for the offer despite turning it down.

“You wouldn’t mind?” Ashton asked, ignoring Calum’s words. Y/N shook her head. 

“Some of you will have to bunk together, though.”

///

“Sorry about… about Michael,” Y/N almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of Calum’s voice suddenly sounding through her kitchen. She turned to see him leaning heavily against the doorframe, watching as she prepared dinner for herself and a pack of werewolves.

“It’s understandable,” Y/N shrugged, forcing herself to smile at Calum, not wanting to show how scared she really was around all of Calum’s pack, but Michael in particular. 

There was something about Calum, though, that, since their initial rocky beginning, had comforted her and put her at ease, something she never would have expected to find from a werewolf’s company.

Not that she had ever put much thought into what a werewolf’s company would be like, considering that up until a few hours ago, she had no idea that they existed. 

“I thought Sierra told you you should be resting?” Y/N added, giving Calum an unimpressed look when he just laughed and rolled his eyes, pushing himself up off of the doorframe and slowly making his way over to her.

“It’s not really fair that you’re making us all food - let me help,” he said, finally reaching her and leaning heavily on the counter next to her.

“No part of me thinks that that would be a good idea,” she informed him, laughing.

“Hey! I’m a fantastic chef!” Calum complained. Y/N nudged him with her elbow playfully, not properly thinking through her action before she did it, too wrapped up in how familiar and cosy the whole situation seemed.

“I’m not disputing that - I’m just saying that you look like you’re about to kick the bucket any second and I don’t want a pack of five angry werewolves on my arse for letting you overexert yourself by helping me!” 

“I would not be overexerting myself!” Calum scoffed, nudging her back. “Let me help!” 

“No!”

“Ah, come on, Y/N/N, let me prove to you I’m not a total prick,” he pleaded. Y/N’s eyebrows raised at the nickname.

“Y/N/N?” She repeated. Calum shrugged and Y/N saw the pink tint his cheeks again. “Alright then, Cal,” he started to laugh at the defiant tone in her voice when she spoke the shortened version of his name, “but if any of your pack comes and gets pised at me for letting you help, you have to let them know that you were being a stubborn piece of shit.”

“But then I’ll get the blame!” Calum complained, feigning annoyance.

“Because you’re being a stubborn piece of shit!” Y/N reiterated, her cheeks beginning to hurt from how much Calum was making her smile. 

“Whatever you say,” Calum sighed, but Y/N knew that he wasn’t really annoyed. “So… how can I help?”

“Wanna do some chopping?”

“More than anything in the world - you know, since I first met you I have been hoping that you’d invite me to do some chopping, it has been my life’s dream to-”

“Shut the fuck up!” Y/N groaned, passing Calum a knife and he gave her a cheesy grin in reply.

“Just trying to show some enthusiasm.”

“God you’re annoying - if I was part of your pack I would not have come looking for you.”

“Fucking rude!” Calum exclaimed, but his words were laced with laughter, his eyes crinkled at the edges with a wide grin that Y/N was ashamed to admit set her heart racing. 

“For someone who said they wanted to help me cook tea you’ve done literally fuck all to do that,” Y/N informed him, nodding at the chopping board and the vegetables on top which still had yet to be touched.

“Sorry!” Calum rolled his eyes in fake annoyance, beginning to help her.

“Can I ask you something?” Y/N asked after a few moments of them working together in silence.

“Sure.”

“How come…” Y/N trailed off, shaking her head. “Doesn’t matter, actually,” she decided, ducking her head in an attempt to hide her embarrassment from Calum.

“How come I don’t have control of when I shift?” Calum offered, Y/N didn’t even need to look at him to know his eyebrows were raised.

“Yeah…” Y/N confirmed quietly.

“It takes a lot of time, and practice and… patience,” Calum told her. “And I don’t have much of that.”

“Which one?” Y/N questioned, looking at him and Calum gave her a wry smile.

“The patience.”

“Thought that might be the case.”

“Do I seem like an impatient person?” Calum asked in mock-offense.

“Oh no, not at all,” Y/N assured him, swallowing down her smile. “But you do seem like an impatient werewolf.”

“Fuck you.”

“What’re you guys talking about?” Ashton asked, coming into the room, his hair was wet from the shower he had just taken and he stretched out his arms. Y/N winced when she heard them crack, obviously unused to being used. Calum noticed her expression and grinned.

“We’re always a bit creaky after a shift.” He informed her.

“We were talking about how Calum’s a stubborn piece of shit,” Y/N said to Ashton, ignoring Calum’s remark. Ashton laughed at that, coming to join them.

“There another chopping board somewhere?”

“Cupboard over there,” Y/N nodded in the direction and Ashton got another one out, taking a knife and joining Calum in the chopping.

///

Y/N was certain that they must be lost.

She had been driving in the middle of nowhere for at least an hour by this stage, following Ashton’s directions to the ‘house’ that they were headed towards and she fully had no idea where she was at this stage.

But with five werewolves in the back of her car, another riding shotgun (who just so happened to be the leader of the pack), there was no way that she would ever dare to question them or ask where they were going.

She was fairly sure, however, that they had lost phone signal a while ago, so she was unsure as to how she was supposed to navigate herself back home.

She wondered how far they had left to drive. Despite having lived in the town her entire childhood and coming back multiple times a year from university in order to visit her family, all of whom still lived there, she had never ventured this far outside of the town’s borders. 

“We’re nearly there,” Ashton told her, almost as though he had known what she was wondering. “Just take a left here, straight down the road towards the woods and you’ll see it. It’s the only house down there.”

It was only then that Y/N noticed his shaking leg. It was bouncing up and down on the floor of her car and Y/N wondered what was making him so anxious. His nervous energy only seemed to increase with every second that they got closer to their house and Y/N used her centre mirror to glance back at the passengers in her car. 

Calum offered her a tiny smile and a quick wink when she caught his eye and Y/N bit her lip to stop herself from grinning. But that smile quickly faded when she saw Calum’s face drop into a grimace as they went over a bump in the road.

“Sorry,” she mouthed at him when he opened his eyes to meet hers again. He just shook his head though, his eyes soft.

“Where can I park?” Y/N asked Ashton when they reached the house, noticing no drive way for her to pull into.

“Just on the road - no one comes down here anyway,” Ashton was already half out of the car when he was answering.

It was then that Y/N got a proper look at the house, noticing how one of the curtains on the ground floor twitched just a little and Y/N felt the fear that had plagued her for most of yesterday come back and hit her full-force.

“Y/N/N? You good?” Calum asked as Luke placed his arm over Calum’s shoulder to support the injured werewolf as he climbed out of the car.

Y/N swallowed and nodded.

“Fine,” she croaked out, eyes still focused on the house as if daring the curtain to move again.

“Come in with us,” Calum instructed.

“No, no that’s okay,” Y/N rejected.

“Nah come on, come in and we’ll give you directions back to your place,” Sierra insisted, climbing out of the car to allow Michael out, who moved quickly over to Calum’s side to aid Luke in helping the injured werewolf walk towards the house.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course,” Crystal assured her. “Getting you a cup of tea and giving you directions is the least we can do after you saved Calum.”

“I would not have died,” Calum insisted. Crystal rolled her eyes at Y/N who giggled a little, taking out her car keys and joining the group of werewolves standing outside her car.

Ashton was already halfway up the long driveway to the house, practically running towards it. As Y/N watched, the front door slammed open and Y/N jumped at the sudden movement, ready to run but then a woman came running out of it. Y/N observed as she sprinted towards Ashton, who had paused, waiting for her with his arms out and she went barrelling into his chest.

“What… who’s that?” Y/N breathed the words, not quite having meant to ask them but the expressions on the faces of the other members of the pack left standing with her allowed her to understand that they didn’t much mind her questions.

“Kaykay. She’s… she’s Ashton’s…” Luke looked over at Calum, struggling to find the words.

“Mate,” Calum sighed. “Come on, lets go,” he insisted, not allowing for any further questions of the matter as he tried to move forwards on his own, only to stumble, Luke and Michael coming to his aid once more.

Y/N quickly decided that she liked Kaykay. While Ashton’s mate was also a werewolf, she had only been turned into one fairly recently, meaning that it took much colder temperatures for her to shift naturally than it did for the others in the pack. 

She was warm and welcoming to Y/N, getting her a cup of tea as Sierra busied about finishing tending to Calum’s injuries and the others went to change into some of their own clothes and light fires and the like.

Kaykay had a softer touch with the whole ‘explaining being a werewolf’ thing than the others did. 

Y/N found it somewhat amusing to see the pack leader around Kaykay. He followed her around almost like a puppy, eager to help her out in any way he could. Y/N had, of course, noticed similar traits in the other two couples, but there was something about seeing Ashton - who Calum had told her the previous night was to be feared amongst the pack - being so sweet and attentive to his mate.

She couldn’t help but allow her mind to wander and consider whether or not Calum had a mate - she supposed that he must have one, it seemed that all werewolves did (going off of what Kaykay had been telling her) but Y/N had seen no evidence of Calum having such a bond.

“You doing okay?” Calum asked her when Y/N walked into their living room, where Sierra had just left having finished doing her best to heal Calum. Y/N nodded at him, sitting on the edge of the couch that he was laying on.

“As alright as I can be - are you?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Calum assured her. “Thank you.”

“Stop thanking me - it’s not like I saved your life or anything,” Y/N teased, which made Calum laugh a little.

“Are you heading home now?” He asked and if Y/N didn’t know better she would have thought she saw a glimmer of disappointment on his face.

“Yeah - my parents are back tonight so I need to clean up their house, make sure it’s void of evidence that I had six werewolves staying there.”

“We were pretty tidy,” Calum mused. Y/N couldn’t stop herself from reaching out a hand and brushing a few of his stray curls out of his eyes.

“Yeah, you could’ve been a lot worse - the tidiest werewolves I’ve ever met,” she agreed.

“Sorry that you had to drive all the way out here.”

“I’ve never been one to turn down an adventure,” Y/N shrugged, trying to make her words come across as truthful, having an inkling that Calum would appreciate the sense of spontaneity in her.

“Is that right?” Calum asked, raising his eyebrows with a smirk.

“No, I’d so much rather be in bed with my book right now,” she confessed. Calum joined her in quiet laughter.

“Hey, Y/N/N?”

“Yeah, Cal?”

“Would it… be okay for me to visit you… once I’m healed and all?” He asked. Y/N tried to hide her excitement at his suggestion.

“You’d… you’d want to do that?”

“Yeah, of course I could,” Calum chuckled, shifting just a little on the sofa to get a better view of her.

“Well… you know where I live,” Y/N said, hoping that he would take the hint. “But only come once you’re healed - I’ve saved your life once, Calum, don’t make me do it again.”

[minijenn]

Universe Falls turns 5 years old this week

I was 19 when I started it and still in college, in the throes of depression bc I hated college and wanted out even during the start of my sophomore year. I was homesick and had only a handful of friends bc I was shy as fuck back then and terrified of rejection (and had gone from a small pond back in high school where I was fairly popular to being an absolute nobody in college). I really, really fucking hated it during my freshman year and in particular and begged my dad to let me come home and go to college there instead of thousands of miles away. But for better or worse he made me stick it out even though I was absolutely miserable. But if there was anything that got me through that horrible freshman year it was my discovery of two shows: 

Steven Universe and Gravity Falls

I binged SU first, having seen it when it first aired back in 2013 but then got back on the bandwagon for it around the time its first season ended, which was when I became a devout fan. GF was something I discovered through tumblr, I watched it not long after Not What He Seems premiered and fell in love hard and fast. I would spend hours watching and rewatching these episodes, reading fics and fan theories, speculating on what was going to happen next. Never before in my life had I ever discovered two shows that brought be so much joy and comfort until these two came into my life. I loved these characters, felt like they were the friends I knew I was lacking even though they were fictional. But they felt real, they felt alive to me. 

So fast forward to August/September 2015. I had just started my sophomore year and so far wasn’t having any better of a time than I had when I was a freshman. I still clung onto GF and SU as new, very exciting episodes were airing for both (that was the month we got the Last Mabelcorn and Catch and Release, for reference’s sake). And then, one night, while I was falling asleep in my cramp dorm room I shared with a roommate I couldn’t stand, the thought occurred to me: 

What if you brought these two things you loved so much... together?

It was a random thought, almost insignificant, but in the days that followed, I just couldn’t shake it. And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to see these characters interact, the more I wanted to see their plots intertwine, the more I knew I was the one who had to write this since GF and SU crossovers were pretty scarce back then (unlike they are now in the new wave of SUF and GF crossovers that I don’t much care for). 

I was in the midst of a writing funk at the time, my ongoing Zelda fics all on hitaus while I began a new year at college. I had more or less lost passion for most of them, with the majority of them except my HW fic receiving low numbers of reviews and feedback (back then I didn’t really know how to promote my fics like I do now). Even so, I started planning on this new project, but not without a bit of hesitation since I’d never really worked with GF or SU characters before. But I began plotting out a chapter list (the original UF chapter list has been lost to the ages, I wrote it in an old homework planner during class), and I had decided that I wanted to try my hand at making this thing a comic. A hand drawn comic. And given that my drawing abilities were... subpar at best, yeaaaaah it wasn’t the best idea....

Still, I got through two parts of UF’s “first chapter” and posted them on here (they’re still up somewhere if you wanna go back and cringe hardcore at my bad old art). Still, it had taken me a loooooong ass time to draw them and even more crazy was the fact that my laptop had crashed during that span of time, leaving me with only my shitty iPad to work with. Frustrated, I decided to forego the stupid comic altogether and write the damn thing as a fanfic, knowing I could get chapters out way faster than I ever would have by drawing it. 

So I wrote the prologue and posted it on September 29, 2015. And let’s just say right off the bat people were excited. I’d never seen so many reviews on the first chapter of one of my fics before and those numbers only started to go up the more I posted. I was jazzed up to work on this fic, pushed on by this encouragement as I decided to build my relatively reblogging-heavy blog up around it. Toward the end of the year, when I was nearing the end of arc 1, I decided to get myself a drawing tablet and download Sai so I could begin drawing my own art for the fic, leading to me first passes of character designs and UF’s old fugly cover lol

Still, I kept going with it into 2016, getting through both arcs 2 and 3 as the fic only began to grow more and more with more engagement from its fans. AUs were made, fanfics and fanarts of my fic were created, it was a glorious time to be alive, even going into 2017, 2018, 2019, and now. And all the while I kept at it, coming up with sequel plans, taking breaks every now and then to refresh and recoup, and to give the new pet project I started in 2019 (Keys to the Kingdom) some time to shine. But I’ve still never truly lost passion for UF. It’s something I tend to see through to completion, no matter how long it takes.

Fast forward again and now its 2020. I’m 24 years old and still going strong with it, having just completed RMD, an arc ender that I always hoped would be my magnum opus for this fic (and I’m so incredibly proud of how it turned out). Both GF and SU have ended, their stories both told and their endings inspiring me in so many different ways. And while those stories are over, I still strive to keep these characters, or perhaps, my own unique takes on them, living on to tell new stories, to have new adventures right alongside the canon ones. To keep their flames going in the same spirit and hopefully try to follow, even in some small way, in the footsteps of Rebecca Sugar and Alex Hirsch, two of my absolute heroes in the animation world. 

So UF turns 5 this week. It’s half a decade old and it’s nearing its 100th chapter. Its passed the 1 million word mark quite some time ago and I’m sure it’ll pass 2 million before its all said and done. It’s accumulated thousands of reviews, hundreds of followers/favorites, plenty of incredible fan interactions across the board. It’s 9th arc is about to begin, leading the way into 2 more before its all said and done. And from there it’ll only grow when I eventually write UF2 and UFF sometime way down the line. All things I could have never imagined doing as a lonely college sophomore back in 2015 when I was just starting this fun little experiment off. But as for where we are with it no, well, I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

So here we are in the future. And, well, for UF at least, I’d say it’s pretty bright. 

[sparringtondarling]

I’ve been working on a fanfic plot lately, i think it’s one of the best i’ve been doing, since i haven’t see much fanfics with the same idea/plot on Ao3 or Wattpad, for example.. so, yeah, can i call this thing original? i think that yes, so. 

well, since this shipp is my new addiction, as you can cleary see it in my name. i’ve decided to do a fanfiction, yeah, sparrington, what a suprise. but well, ilet me just cut to the chase of this post already;

so, on this, it’s more of an AU. passes on the late 70′s, in london. So, Jack is a few years younger on this, as well as Norrington. Why? Basically, when it comes to describing character’s feelings or passions, i tend to dramatize it very much, which on my perception, only works for more younger characters. Don’t get me wrong here, but is because i think that older characters could handle their own feelings and passion better than young ones. That’s one of the main reasons of why i reduce their ages. 

Knowing that, Jack is 20 years old and Norrington is 22 years old. Only a few years of diference, huh. So, Teague owns a assassination business, and well, Jack is one of the emplooyes there, of course. Then, some persons - which i didn’t decided who would be, but i think it’s going to be or Beckett or Salazar, i don’t know yet. - who Norrington its in debt, decide to contact this company. The job of killing norry goes to who? the dumbest motherfucker here, Sparrow. 

He accepts the little easy job there, and well, goes to Norry. On a first sight, Jack goes like “Oh, let me tell you Norry-dear, you’re in debt and deserves it, since you couldn’t even make it to pay it.” but, decides to give James a little “time” of 15 days to pay his debt, only because he thinks James doesn’t deserves the death - well, yet. - aand bc he’s kinda lazy. And also, i couldn’t forget to metion that Jack kinda likes having a nice talk with his victims just to, you know, give them a more.. idk, nice death? at least having a last talk. 

Well then, since James accepted the time he had - which the persons he had in debt obvously didn’t knew about it - and for 15 days, Jack goes to him to have a talk. Doing it, both endeds up well, falling in love. Huh, had to add a little bit of cheap romance to this history, i’m sorry. And these persons knowing that Norrington isn’t killed yet, they go for who? Jack, since it was his job in the first place. And of this point beyond, i don’t know what it’s going to happen. For now, that’s all i can tell y’all. 

Soo, i’m going to let here a “taste” of the prologue for y’all. And also, i’m so, so sorry if there’s any grammar mistakes y’all may see. English isn’r my native language and i’m still learning it. So, just going to let it here. If any of you like it, reblog this, comment or anything, just let me know. 

...

“I have a new work for you.” Teague voice came across the room, filled with authority. Jack stood up, his dark eyes walking to Edward’s face. A smile came across his face, and he made a sign with his hands, silently telling Edward to continue with his sentence. “Well, Jackie, you’ve got to kill James Norrington.”

“Oh, huh. I see. Am i going to get any money out of it? Because, if so tell me, d you have any information beyond his name?” Sparrow asked, arching an eyebrow. Edward took a few steps, giving him a piece of paper, which seemed to have an adress. “Huh. An adress? I assume he lives there, so? I know this place. I don’t think is going to be very dificult, also.” Smiled again, a smile who didn’t contained any emotion. “But in any case, i have to know the reason why someone would want he dead.”

“Why would be that? A job is a job. Isn't necessary to have a reason behind that." Teague said, again, his voice completely filled with authority. Still, the smile in Sparrow's face only widened. br>

“You know i don’t kill anybody without a reason. I don’t want the guilt of killing someone that’s innoccent on my back.”

...

[lily-wholockian]

introduction, prologue and chapter one

right, I don’t want to tell too much but some explaining at the start needs to happen. This is gonna be confusing, but please bear with me. I promise, it will come together by chapter 2 or 3.  That’s pretty much all I want you to know beforehand. If there is anything you would like to tell me about this, please do. If you have anything bad to say about this, please do, but don’t be unnecessarily rude - I know I’m not perfect but if you ask nicely I’ll work on it. If you like what you’re reading, please reblog and/or let me know (bc you only get more if i get the notion you might want more....) This will not update regularly but I’ll try to post new chapters before y’all have forgotten what I was going on about. There will be links. That’d be it, please enjoy 

PROLOGUE 

It had been too cold for too long. He was confused when he felt the warmth and energy rushing through his body. He looked down at his hands. They were stiff from the cold. It hurt when he tried to stretch his fingers. A calm golden light rose from them. He watched the light grow more intense. He wondered whether it meant he was going to die. Maybe he should be scared, but he wasn’t. He could see the lines on his hands fade, felt warm and alive. The golden light was gone now and she knew what it had meant. It hadn’t been death, it had been change. He had gone and now she was to take his place. She remembered this feeling. It had all happened many times before. She realised it would fade again. That now she knew what it meant to regenerate, she knew all about time and space and she could remember who she had been before and the people she had met. But for how long? It would all be gone soon and she would just be a woman, would be looking for a way to make a living, as she had done before. But just for now, she was the Doctor and she knew what she had to do.

ONE

Mr. Twelve drops his bag to the floor when he enters his flat and numbly slumps down on the sofa. “I’ve sold the guitar”, he says and hides his face in his hands. Missy sits down beside him, puts her arm around his shoulder. “No! Why did you do that?” “Earns us more than playing it, doesn’t it? It got me ninety-five quid…” “But you loved that guitar.” “What else should I do if no one wants to hear me play?”, he sighs, “And don’t tell me we don’t need the money.” “I guess you’re right. I’m going to miss you playing.” Mr. Twelve smiles at her. “Me too.”

***

The band are loud, all right, but they’re no match against heavy rain on a glass roof. Bill sits at the reception desk and watches people come and go. Well, mostly they’re popping outside for a smoke. They all come back after a couple minutes, drenched in water. She doesn’t even check their wristbands. Some of them drop a few coins in the donations box whenever they pass. Bill checks her phone for the time. 11:48, the band should be on their encore now. A woman comes through the front door and pulls off her hood revealing a head of short blond hair. “My stars, it’s pouring!”, she sighs and ruffles her moist hair. “I’m sorry, they’re almost done. I’d feel bad selling you a wristband. But you can donate, it’s for charity, we’re collecting for a—“ “It’s alright”, the woman cuts her off, “I’m not here for the band.” “Oh, but they’re good, they go to college over at—“ “I’m not here for the band”, the woman repeats, “I need your help.” “My help? Why?”, asks Bill. “Can we talk in private?” 

*

Except for the band, who are packing their equipment, everyone has left. Bill is collecting the leftover wristbands and puts them in a small box. “Now, what is it you want?” “Do you remember a man called the Doctor?”, asks the woman. “I work at a university, lots of people there end up being doctors. You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific.” “So you don’t”, she says in a matter of fact way. “Should I?” “Listen, do you trust me?” She grabs Bill by the shoulders, her golden-brown eyes staring fiercely into Bill’s. “No? I don’t even know you.” Bill dodges out of her grip. The woman sighs. “Of course not…” She pauses. “I am the Doctor” “You’re not a man”, states Bill “You said before ‘the Doctor’ was—“ “I don’t have time for that. I know what I said. Now, listen, we used to travel together, you and me, remember? I was someone else, a man, big hair, sunglasses, played guitar? Yes?” “You’re not making sense.” Bill takes the donations box under her arm and opens the front door. “No, don’t leave! I need you.” The Doctor reaches out for her hand. “Alright, then. Explain, clearly.” demands Bill, her hand still on the handle. “Just wait” she gently reaches beneath Bill’s wild afro to touch her temples with her fingertips. Bill wants to protest but before she can do anything, images start flashing in front of her eyes. Dead skulls in red hoods, an empress covered in green scales, small smiling robots,… a blue wooden box…. “Don’t forget me again”, the Doctor whispers. Bill recognises his voice.

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Shiver - One

Pairing: Werewolf!Calum Hood x Reader

Summary: The seasons always have changed too fast

Warnings: Swearing(?)

Requested: Nah

Disclaimer: The idea of how the werewolves change form comes from the fantastic Wolves of Mercy Falls series by Maggie Steifvater, as does the title of the series, though the plot of this mini series is mine. But you should all totally go and check out this series bc it’s fucking awesome

A/N: so this is the first official part of my werewolf!Cal series! I hope y’all are all as excited about it as I am! Sorry there was a bit of a delay in posting it on account of all the Valentines Day blurbs I was posting instead but I’m really proud of this and I can’t wait to see what y’all think so please remember to lmk - comment, reblog, send an ask, whatever! But please just let me know :) as always if you want to be tagged then please send an ASK - comments on this post or the series masterlist will be ignored and also remember what if you are already on the tag list and you don’t respond to this post (with a comment etc) I will be removing you out of the assumption you no longer want to be tagged :)

Prologue // One // Two // Three

Y/N pulled the blanket up to the man’s chin. She had taken off her coat the second she found him passed out in the snow, his lips turning blue and his fingers icy white from the lack of blood in them, and had draped it over him in a  somewhat feeble attempt to help him regain some warmth.

The whole time she had dragged him back to her house - a long, painful process seeing as though the man was much larger and heavier than her, complete deadweight in her arms - her head was spinning with the possible explanations for the situation she found herself in.

There was no doubt in her mind that the whimper she had heard had been of the animal variety, and there was no chance at all that the hunt would have shot the man knowingly. 

They were arseholes, yes, but none of them wanted a murder charge.

Once she had succeeded in dragging the man back to her house she had only managed so far as bringing him to the living room where she left him on the carpet in front of the fire, still with her coat draped over him in an attempt to preserve his modesty. She had then gone to grab a first aid kit, hoping to do the best she could with her feeble medical knowledge in an attempt to save his life.

Y/N had cleaned the wound and wrapped it as best she could but she knew that what she had done would not suffice but there was little more that she could manage with the man passed out. There was no way that she would be able to get him to a hospital without him being conscious.

So she had settled with her sloppy attempt at bandaging him and had placed a pillow under his head and piled blankets on top of him, desperately trying to get some heat back into his body.

Now, she looked at the man, allowing her eyes to drag over the features of his face. His messy brown hair, his darkish skin, his plump lips.

If Y/N wasn’t as terrified of what the man could be as she was she would have found him attractive.

If he was what Y/N thought he was then she was in trouble.

///

There was a crash from the living room and Y/N jumped up from her place sat at the kitchen table. 

The man was crouched in the corner of the room in a defensive position, his eyes wide and scared, staring at his hands. His head snapped up when Y/N rushed in and he immediately assumed a more offensive stance, his teeth bared.

Y/N held up her hands, hearing her own heart thumping loudly and wildly in her chest.

“Who are you? What have you done to me?”

The man’s voice was low and husky. Danger seeped out of every word.

Y/N swallowed thickly. She wondered if she had made the right choice in trying to save his life.

“I’m… I’m Y/N,” she said, her eyes searching his distrustful brown ones. There was an animalistic gleam in them which scared and intrigued Y/N even more. “I… I tried to help you,” the words were a plea for him to listen to her, to realise that she hadn’t done… whatever it was that he seemed to be accusing her of.

The man launched himself at her, his hands pinning down on her shoulders, forcing her to the ground. He snarled at her and Y/N’s eyes began to water, fearful beyond belief.

“I found you outside! In the snow! You were shot!” 

The final statement seemed to make something click in the man’s brain and he slowly moved away from her, his eyes dropping down to his bare stomach with its sloppy bandage.

“Did you do this?” He asked after a moment. Y/N swallowed again and nodded.

“I-I was going to take you to a hospital,” she rushed out and the man’s head snapped back up to her, his lips curled once more in a snarl, his eyes aflame with anger but Y/N could see the fear that floated in them as well.

“No hospital.”

“Okay… no hospital,” Y/N agreed gently, sitting up as slowly as she could. “Should I… should I get you some clothes?” She offered. It was only then that the man seemed to realise he was completely naked and he turned away from her, nodding, trying to hide his embarrassment. “Follow me.”

She led the man through her family home and to the bathroom, opening the door and allowing him to enter it.

“You can shower and… clean up and I’ll leave some clothes outside for you?” She suggested and the man nodded, distrust still lingered in his eyes but Y/N did her best to ignore it. She went to close the door but his hand shot out to stop her, shaking his head.

“Open.” He insisted.

It was definitely fear in his eyes as he spoke. 

Y/N nodded, closing it a little further, the man moving with the door to make sure that he could still see her.

“How about there?” She asked, the door most of the way closed but she knew that he would still be able to see out into the hallway. The man hesitated for a moment before nodding. Y/N formed the best smile she could manage considering the circumstances and she was surprised at the man’s attempt to mimic it.

///

“Y/N,” she turned at the sound of her name, smiling nervously at the man.

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry,” he breathed and Y/N’s eyes widened. “Thank you for helping me,” his words sounded almost pained and there was a grimace on his face. Y/N’s eyes trailed down, locking on how one of his hands was resting on his side in the place he had been shot.

“You need to sit down,” she worried, approaching him. She wasn’t thinking when she took him by the arm and led him into the living room, seating him down in front of the fire. The man didn’t fight her, though, just allowed her to maneuver him. Y/N placed a blanket on top of him, watching how he curled up under it.

“Thank you,” he repeated, his eyes closing, his hands pulling the blanket tighter around him.

“Are you warm enough?” She asked nervously, remembering how freezing his skin had been when she first found him. The man nodded wordlessly. “Do you want some tea?” He gave another silent nod.

When Y/N returned with two steaming mugs of tea, the man peaked his eyes open and held out his hands, clasping his mug to his chest. 

Instead of joining him in her usual space on the sofa, she instead sat on the armchair usually reserved for her father.

“Calum,” the man finally spoke up after a few minutes of silent observation on his part and silently pretending that she couldn’t feel the man’s eyes searching her on Y/N’s.

“Pardon?”

“My name’s Calum.” 

“Y/N,” she said again, for lack of knowing what else she could offer him. 

Calum’s lips curled up in a slight semblance of a smile, which made Y/N’s own lips quirk up in response. He had a nice smile.

“Calum…” it was Y/N who broke the awkward silence this time, having seen his eyes slip closed and the grimace of pain that his smile had morphed into. “I really think you need to go to the hospital.”

“I said no hospital,” Calum gritted out, his eyes still closed. 

“They could help you.” Calum’s eyes shot open and he glared at the woman.

“They think I’ve been dead for four years.” 

Silence fell between them again as Calum’s statement sunk in. 

“I haven’t done enough, Calum… I don’t have any medical training.” Calum allowed his eyes to fall closed.

“It will do for now… it will work as we wait,” he assured her and Y/N was taken aback by his calm tone of voice.

“As… as we wait for what?” Y/N questioned, it was a reluctant question, though, as though she was scared of what Calum’s answer may be.

Calum let out a content, relaxed sigh.

“They’ll come… they have to come…”

It sounded like he was trying to reassure himself more than anything and Y/N swallowed, no idea what she should respond to him with.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Talk to me?”

“What?”

“Distract me as we wait?” He asked, peaking his eyes open again.

“What are we waiting for?” Y/N tried again and Calum’s expression was soft as he smiled at her.

“My family.”

“Do you want me to call someone?” Y/N offered but Calum shook his head, a wry laugh leaving his lips.

“They’ll find me.” He promised.

“Can I ask what you are?” Y/N ventured and Calum’s smile broadened a little.

“Well… I guess I owe you some sort of explanation to thank you for saving my life.” He mused, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“I couldn’t have let you die.”

“Oh really?” Calum questioned.

“I mean I thought about it and then realised I had morals,” Y/N deadpanned. She was surprised by the laugh it brought from the wounded man on her sofa.

“I’m a werewolf.”

Y/N was clearly less shocked by the revelation than Calum had expected her to be.

“I thought werewolves changed on the full moon?”

“Some do,” Calum grunted out as he shifted in his spot on the sofa, his face contorting with pain. “But they’re from… other parts of the world,” he explained. “Around here we shift with the weather.”

“Seasonal werewolves?” Y/N asked and Calum shrugged.

“That’s one way of putting it I guess.” His voice was filled with laughter.

“So you change…”

“I turn into a wolf when it’s cold.” Calum deadpanned and Y/N nodded hesitantly, feeling a little light headed.

“Yeah… I thought that was what you were trying to tell me.”

Silence fell between them again as Calum’s announcement sunk in for Y/N. 

“How come you’re human now, then?”

“When we die, we die in our human form… my body must have given up on me. It couldn’t sustain my wolf form and so shifted me back,” Calum theorised, though it was clear that he was equally unsure about the reasoning. 

“That sucks.”

“Hm?”

“That even your own body has literally no faith in you,” Y/N supplied. Calum looked at her for a moment, taking in her sarcastic tone of voice before bursting out laughing.

“Yeah, I guess that is what happened.”

“Are you… are you warm enough now?” Y/N asked, clearly worried at the idea of Calum shifting back into a wolf in her living room. He let out another chuckle and nodded.

“Don’t worry - I’ll let you know if I start feeling particularly wolf-like,” he promised drily, shifting a little closer to the fire, his eyes dropping closed again.

“Should I put the TV on?” She offered quietly and Calum gave a stiff nod of his head.

They watched episodes of ‘Friends’ in silence, the jokes occasionally drawing a laugh from one or the other of them. About an hour in, however, Calum sat up.

“They’re here.” He looked over at her. “Help me up?” Y/N nodded, rising wordlessly from her seat, able, now to hear barking and growling outside her house and her heart thudded in her chest in fear and anticipation.

Calum’s arm rested around her shoulder, leaning heavily on the woman who had saved him. His other hand clutched at the blanket he had been under, keeping it secured around him. They half-walked-half-stumbled towards the glass door to her garden.

Y/N couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw five wolves congregated on the grass outside. In a split second, they turned all together, their eyes fixed first on her and her breath caught in her throat in complete fear when one of their lips curled up in a snarl. But then they slid across to Calum. The one stood at the front of the pack barked and leaned back on his back legs.

“This is about to blow your mind,” Calum’s words were a whisper, a proud smile curling at his lips as his eyes remained set on the wolves, the others having copied the stance of the wolf at the front.

Her heart was in her throat, her eyes wide and disbelieving as the wolves began to shift. Bones breaking and shifting from wolves to form a human structure, fur disappearing to be replaced with skin, paws replaced with hands and feet, firmly planted in the snow. 

The wolf - the human at the front of the pack, the one who Y/N placed easily as being the leader - lifted his head, jet black hair tousled and falling in his eyes. Hazel eyes which had so terrified her when he was a wolf looked at both her and Calum before a grin formed on his face, dimples slicing his cheeks as he stood, uncaring of his lack of decency.

Calum pulled away from Y/N as the man walked towards them, the rest of the pack not far behind - a tall blond man who would have been somewhat intimidating to Y/N even if she hadn’t seen him just change from being a wolf, followed by a beautiful woman with long dark hair and soft features. The other man who stood walked just behind the leader had almost white-blond hair and pale skin, his eyes shifted untrustingly at Y/N and she placed him as the wolf who had snarled at her but before he could do that again, the woman who stood behind him with purple hair placed her hand on his arm, calming him down.

Calum almost fell from the lack of support he had from Y/N after he had pulled away from her but the pack leader let out a quiet laugh, dimples deepening as he stepped forwards quickly to catch him. Calum joined in on his laughter, though his seemed much more pained to Y/N’s sensitive ears.

“Thank fuck you’re okay.”

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Shiver - Prologue

Pairing: Werewolf!Calum Hood x Reader

Summary: The seasons always have changed too fast

Warnings: Swearing(?)

Requested: Nah

Disclaimer: The idea of how the werewolves change form comes from the fantastic Wolves of Mercy Falls series by Maggie Steifvater, as does the title of the series, though the plot of this mini series is mine. But you should all totally go and check out this series bc it’s fucking awesom

A/N: This is the prologue of the mini series I’m writing for Calum! It’s kinda just a teaser for the series so the next parts will be longer than this one! Please remember to let me know what you think - like, reblog, comment, send asks, all feedback and comments are appreciated and encouraged! If you want to be tagged in the future parts then please SEND AN ASK, comments on this post or on the series masterlist will be ignored but yeah, I’m really excited for this series so I hope you guys are too :)

Prologue // One // Two // Three

Everything was wrong.

Calum’s breathing was heavy. The only thing breaking the silence of the forest around him was his quick, rapid, ragged breaths. 

It was cold. So cold. 

His head began to emerge from the post-shifting haze.

His hands were planted in snow. Calum’s eyes widened. 

Snow? Hands? 

His toes were buried in it, the coldness biting at his skin as he begun to get feeling back. 

He was crouched on the ground, nothing covering him after having shifted from his wolf form. 

He didn’t understand what was going on. He hadn’t seen snow in human form since before he was bitten. 

Calum gasped out in pain as his brain finally caught up to the situation and his legs gave out from under him, him falling to the ground.

Blood stained the perfect white canvas around him.

///

Y/N had heard the gunshot. 

They were, unfortunately, not uncommon. 

Many people in her home down were against the wild pack of wolves which roamed in the forrest. 

There were only a few, however, who were against them to the point of deciding to go hunting for them.

Normally, though, they would miss. 

This time, though, Y/N could hear the whimper of pain from the wolf. 

It was times like these, times when the neighbourhood arseholes would go hunting for the wolves, that she hated living on the outskirts of the forrest. 

She would regularly see the wolves and often she could hear the hunt. Which was how she knew that the wolves more often than not got away from the guns.

It was also times like these that Y/N hated herself for her curiosity. 

She lasted a minute and a half before she was standing up and grabbing her coat, rushing towards the back door of the house with the plan of looking for the wolf in the vain hope that it wasn’t injured and she could help it.

Though, she didn’t know how she would be able to help it seeing as though she had no training in that regard. But she was desperate to try.

It wasn’t far in the forest when she found what she was looking for.

Only, what she found wasn’t really what she was looking for at all.

A man, naked, face down on the ground. 

Blood staining the snow around him.