#i'm in a rambling mood but love to all xx

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hello hello, are there any tumblr blogs u wanna talk & interact with more?

answering this slightly late - sorry about that, anon!

this is an interesting question because i genuinely am. Terrible at interaction lmao. trying to get Better but i am. forgetful

but people such as @mutantmanifesto @disastrouscanasta and @kafka-ohdear are all people i see around A Lot that are very very lovely that i don't speak to all that much, but are all very talented and kind <3

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Pt 1 Pt 3

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 5.2k

Summary: This is part 2 of 'He is not!'

Warnings: Smut x2 🫢, angst, fluff, slight argument

Notes: This may not make too much sense because it's jumping a lot. Also I got a bit carried away eheh. Always struggling with pt 2 of stories but loved writing pt 1 so I gave it a shot! And thank you for all the love on part 1, really thankful! xx

You were sat on the couch once again, but this time it was so much worse than this very morning.

Jack was yet again rambling but now you had done something, in his eyes very wrong and you couldn't really defend yourself. You'd tried but it wasn't very popular with your brother when your argument was that Mason was hot.

You swore you could see his eyes darken when you tried to reason with him that he was a good fuck and after that you'd just kept quite knowing it would be for the best.

"You promised!" he close to shouted, pacing back and forth in front of the couch you had slumped down into after he'd ushered you home from the club. You could still feel the remainants of alcohol in your blood even though you began to sober up and had been for the past couple of hours.

"Well I didn't fucking know he was in England! I was just happy I'd found a hottie who wasn't in City" you mumbled quietly

"Y/n" Jack whined, running his hands over his face.

He was done rambling now, never being able to keep angry at you for too long but sadly enough disappointment seemed to take longer to vanish. "Couldn't you've asked him?" he sighed out, sitting down in the love seat opposite you.

"What was I supposed to ask huh? Like hi i'm y/n you're really hot and I want to fuck you but firstly, are you possibly teammate with my brother?"

"That's one idea" he muttered, knowing it wasn't something you naturally asked someone but you still broke your promise and he would keep you to that for a long long time.

"It's not jack! I'm really sorry okay, I didn't mean to break my promise" you sighed, leaning your head back. You where really tired, it was late as hell, you'd been up early, you'd watched a very shaking game, you'd dranken a lil too much plus a good fuck on that, exhausting was a light word.

Jack sighed, looking at you with his deep brown eyes and a serious expression "Okay, okay just promise me that you wont do it again"

You closed your eyes, not wanting to promise that.

"Y/n" Jack glared at you in warning "no Jack, please"

"What, no no no. Never again" he argued, standing up again looking pissed.

"I'm not gonna promise that" you said lowly, refusing to meet his eyes. "What y/n! It was just a one-night stand, right?"

Your eyes fleeted around the floor trying to look at anything but him. "Yeah?" Realization dawned upon him and his eyes narrowed "He's already contacted you hasn't he?" he spoke darkly making you wince "What would you do if I said yes?"

"Show me!" he barked making you jump, snatching your phone tight in your hand. "Not a chance!"

"Y/N!"

"NO! He just said... that he... that he had a good time and wondered if I wanted to see him again sometime"

"And you of course said no"

"Uh... no?" you winced again, his look killing you.

"You've already said yes" he deadpanned, throwing his head back in absolute annoyance.

"Yeah" "Ah fuck you! And fuck Mason!" he grunted out, gesturing with his hand in the air.

"Come on Jack, it's already happened so the promise is already broken" you sighed "What's once or twice more?" He didn't answer your question but sighed instead, resting his eyes heavily on you

"Y/n If you see him again you're gonna make me really disappointed" he said lowly before gathering his stuff and walking out the door, probably going back to the club to find a shag. You heard him shut the door harshly behind him, leaving you groaning on the couch.

A week had gone and Jack had been in a little better mood since that day but he was still not as regular with you. It was strained and you hated yourself for betraying him like he felt you did.

Today you'd followed him to his England training, he was really reluctant to let you but when Mason mentioned he couldn't train with the squad because of a sore ankle he had said okay.

What he didn't know was that Mason still would be there, smirking at you as you walked past. He had been texting you all week, even calling a few times to just chat. Obsessing over you. (In a good way, not a perv/stalker way, just had to clear that up)

The training was a couple of hours but you loved watching them. They had a lot of fun and it was a good change from watching the serious games when it was die or survive.

You had only sat in the stand for about half an hour when Mason texted you.

You grinned at your phone before sneaking off, sending a text to Jack just in case he would see you not there to let him know you had gone to greet the staff and get something to eat. But in reality you where hurrying into the building and around the corner.

Mason stood with a huge grin on his face, leaning against the wall waiting for you.

He didn't even say hi before gripping your arm and pulling you into some type of closet or equipment room.

He immediately towered over you with a soft grin, his hand resting on your chin.

"We really shouldn't" you sighed, tilting your head up to look at him. he was standing so close you could kiss him if you wanted to but you restrained yourself, Jack's voice repeating in the back of your mind.

"I really couldn't care less about Jack right now" he breathed, his breath fanning your face, eyes literally boring into yours. It was impossible to resist him, to resist his gorgeous eyes and inviting lips. Something just dragged you towards him. "I should care... but I don't right now" you sighed before closing the space between your lips, attacking his with yours in a heated and desperate kiss. He met you with the same hunger, lips bruising as your tongues fought for dominance.

He pushed you against the door of the small room. A moan escaping your lips before you could stop it.

Both of your clothes were gripped, desperate hands grasping the items of fabric off, desperate to feel what was underneath. Your shirt was pulled up over your breasts, your bra pulled down enough so he could grasp at them without any fabric in the way.

Your jeans were gone just as his shirt, his jeans undone showing his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. His fingers were over your panties, rubbing your clit the best he could through the material. The touch made you whine, the lacy material causing even more friction against your sensitive nub sending your mind into mush.

"You like that huh? Can feel you soaking through" he whispered huskily against the shell of your ear causing a shiver through your body.

Your teeth chewed through your lip, trying to keep sane as he pushed his hand inside your panties.

He properly teased you, flicking one finger in and out of you, his thumb rubbing over your clit and back up over your thigh and stomach, creating a pattern to drive you crazy.

"Okay, okay" you breathed, reaching for his hand to stop his movements. He got what you signaled and stopped his fingers instead lifting you up by your thighs, pushing your back against the door further so that you were in the same height. Your arms tangled around his neck for support as he quickly swiped your underwear to the side and pushed his hips forward, teasing your slit with his tip. Anticipation coursed through your body, making you needy for him to just fuck you but Mason was a tease, and it obviously didn't matter if it was in a public restroom, an open cupboard or a bed.

Finally, finally you felt him slowly push into you, your eyes fell close as deep breaths escaped from your mouth. Your neck craned itself, resting against the door as he bottomed out inside of you.

You wanted to look at him so badly but it was hard as he began to move, instead you marveled in the small sounds he let out. Small huffs of air and small breathy moans left his lips whenever you pushed back onto him or clenched around him.

His hands were gripping you hard, nailing into your flesh as he pounded into you. It felt so much better sober, you could feel his every movement and ravel in it with a clear head. Your back hurt with every thrust as you were slammed up and into the door but it only made the whole thing better. His mouth was leaving sloppy kisses up your neck, nipping and licking over your exposed skin.

"Fuck" he mumbled into your neck as you squeezed around him again, "I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that" he breathed out.

You forced your eyes open only to see him looking at you. His lips where slightly parted and eyes shiny. He looked proper fucked and it made you grin, your hand coming up to his cheek to stroke over his scruff as he continued to pound into you. "Do it, cum for me" you whispered against his mouth. You loved the way his eyes closed momentarily, a deep breath coming out of his mouth before he started to move even harder against you, letting himself go and search for his release.

You reached down to rub your clit as you sensed he was close. Mason loved when you did that, his eyes moving back and forth from your eyes to where you were connected, watching your face contort in pleasure and your fingers brushing over yourself.

He couldn't hold himself back any longer, groaning as he came inside of you, letting himself ride out his high before slowly pulling out.

You were breathing hard, looking into his brown eyes as he kissed you slowly, sensually, intertwining his tongue with yours. We was still holding you up against the door with determination.

He searched your eyes but you weren't sure for what as he slapped your hand away that was still absentmindedly rubbing circles over your clit, replacing it with his own fingers.

You gasped at the contact, his fingers being much rougher and picking up the speed immediately, feeling much better than your own.

"Mason" you breathed out, eyes closing again "it's okay, you don't have to" you tried but he huffed out a 'no'

"If you don't want me to, tell me to stop but if not i'm not gonna let you go without making you cum."

You moaned at his words feeling the high almost snapping already. It was not like you had been far from coming before and now you where tethering over that delicious edge.

"I-I'm gonna" you tried to warn him but he already knew, watching your face and hearing your whining sounds. "I know, I know, It's okay, cum" he murmured against your jaw loving the look on your face as you let go, squirming in his hold.

Once you'd come down from your high he helped you down on your feet, both of you cleaning up as much as possible before zipping up and straightening clothing.

Masons lips were on you all the time, not wanting to let go, desperate to feel the taste and softness of your lips.

"I have to get back" you said lowly, brushing away the hair in his eyes. "Do you really?" he asked with a whine making you chuckle "I do Mason"

"Can I see you again?" he asked desperately, eyes staring into yours with need.

And just like that Jack popped into your head, a tinge of guilt settling in your stomach as you nodded slowly. "I guess" you murmured, not convinced but Mason seemed to be satisfied with that answer, kissing your lips once more "I will text you" he smiled before leaving the small room.

The guilt only grew as you slipped into the bathroom to clean up properly before grabbing something from the cafeteria and settling in the stands again. Meeting Jack's worried look turn into recognition as you waved the coffee and sandwich at him, feeling like crying at his smile.

"Bro"

Jack ignored his shout, looking the other way while walking onto the pitch, already in a sucky mood after ignoring you that morning, hating to argue and not be close.

"Bro come on can we at least talk about it?" Mason tried, jogging to catch up with his long strides.

"No Mason, don't talk to me" Jack gruffed, speeding up even more but Mason had no problems catching up while running.

"Please"

"Mason just fuck off!" he grunted out, making heads turn as they where close to the others by now.

"No I want to talk to you about this" Mason huffed stubbornly, not expecting Jack to fly around, aggressively bumping into him with force.

"I said fuck off" he grumbled warningly.

"Hey hey hey, what's going on?" John stepped in, holding a hand on each of their shoulders to separate them.

Either of them answering, Mason looked down while Jack stared daggers at him.

"What is going on?" John repeated, not asking this time.

"What is going on is that Mason here is fucking my little sister!" Jack close to shouted, all heads turning to them now.

"y/n?" John asked in confusion, Jack only getting more annoyed "Yes y/n!"

"Bro what the fuck" Kyle stepped in, looking at Mason. "You fucked y/n?"

"I didn't even know he had a sister called y/n!" Mason defended, he unlike John and Kyle didn't share the club with Jack meaning they didn't meet that often and he didn't know him as good.

"I didn't even know who she was" Mason sighed, tired of it.

"When was this?"

"At the club after the City/Chelsea game, she was there. I met her first at the stadium then again at the club and we fu-hooked up in the bathroom. I just knew her name, I didn't know she was Jack's sister" he sighed dropping his head. Kyle nodded, understanding the situation. "Jack, listen to him. He didn't know" "I don't give a fuck, if he hadn't been with her again maybe I could have thought about it but now no" "You slept with her again?" Kyle sighed, John just stood quite beside them, letting Kyle sort it out, he was better at it.

"Uh-yeah"

"Man what the fuck" Kyle groaned "Why would you do that, I get you didn't know who she was the first time but surely you must've the second time"

"He did, I saw them both after the first time" Jack grumbled, glaring murderer still.

"I did"

"So why again? You know the rule bro"

"I-I don't know, She-I" Mason stuttered, not knowing how to phrase it for Jack's ears. "She is just really intriguing okay?! I needed to check in on her after or... hookup and then we just kept on texting"

"When was the second time?" Jack groaned, not liking to hear about it at all. "When she came for training" Mason mumbled, looking down on the ground. "Fucking shit" Jack grunted "You fucked her in a fucking closet or something?"

Mason winced, giving the answer away. "Fucking shit" Jack repeated, glaring hard.

"Bro" Kyle sighed, closing his eyes like if he was dealing with two fighting children. "I get you okay, I do I would be pissed too if he slept with my sister but you gotta keep it civil at training" Kyle stated calmly.

"Ah fuck of Kyle" Jack scoffed, moving away from the group to continue with their training instead, fed up by Mason and the whole situation.

Mason felt defeated, he didn't know what he could do or say to make Jack talk to him.

You where sneaking.

You'd never sneaked with something in front of Jack before but you convinced yourself that you would hurt him more if you told him straight to his face that you were sleeping with Mason. Deep down you knew you hurt him even more by sneaking around and risking he found out about it but you couldn't stand to see the pain you would have to cause him face to face.

"Where are you going?" Jack huffed from the couch making you stop dead in your track, your brain racking for some excuse but nothing came to mind.

"y/n?"

"Uh-I'm going out..."

He raised his eyes from the tv to look at you with furrowed eyes "What's the matter with you?" he chuckled, studying your nervous stance.

You could see the exact second the penny dropped, his smile disappearing and eyes narrowing

"no"

"I'm sorry okay!?" you exclaimed, not being able to take the disappointment in his eyes as he rested his heavy look on you. "Why, just why. You know I don't want you to be with my teammates because it will stir things around in the team. How could I go there and act like nothing happened when I know he's been fucking my little sister." "I understand you, I do but just... why is it such a big deal?"

"Because!" Jack almost shouted out, frustration tearing on his every part of being.

"Because I know how he is! I know how they all are! Searching around for quick fucks, arseholes! All of them ar arseholes!"

You couldn't help the smile that tugged at your mouth at his outburst.

"I know that Jack. Come on, I know you and you are just like them but I am an adult, I promise I can care for myself. That first time I was just searching for a quick fuck and forget but then he reached out to see me again." "Don't trust him y/n, it doesn't matter if he texted you to see you again that's probably just because you were a good fuck.... oh my gosh I can't believe I just said that about my baby sister" Jack cried, rubbing his face with his hands.

You couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled out from your mouth at his dramatics, patting his leg in a try to reassure him. "I can take care of myself Jack, I'm sorry that I fucked your teammate... twice but I can take care of myself. It's not like I'm in love with the bloke"

"I don't know y/n..." he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest like a stubborn child making you sigh at him, rolling your eyes which made him sigh too, giving up this argument. "Okay okay, you do you but please, I'm warning you now and I'm not about to pick up the pieces when he does what he always does"

"It's not gonna happen Jack"

"we'll see" he huffed, standing up and striding to his room. You collapsed back on the couch, you hated arguing with him, hated making him disappointed. You felt your heart drop as you heard his door slam shut and the lock turn, he only locked when he was seriously mad.

"I'm sorry Jack" you sighed for yourself before grabbing your wallet and exiting the house.

It wasn't long to Mason's hotel, maybe it was a little too close you thought as you stepped into the elevator up to his room floor.

You were excited to see him again but you couldn't shake off Jack's disappointed look and his pleas for you to not see him anymore. But as previously all those thoughts flew away as Mason swung the door open, meeting you with his charismatic smile as he gestured you into the room.

"I didn't think you would show up" "I'm sorry, I got into this whole thing with Jack" You sighed, slumping down on the couch with a grimace. "Oh, sorry" he mumbled, looking almost timid by the way he watched you.

You waved it off observing him as he walked closer to you "Don't worry bout it he is just dramatic" you smiled a small pang of guilt settling in your chest as you uttered the words. You knew how he felt about this yet here you were, in the middle of the night in Mason's hotel room for a booty call.

"He is really not okay with this huh?" You sighed, looking into his eyes "No, not really"

He looked down on the floor, guilt settling in him too. Jack was a good friend and it was well known that relatives was off market but he hadn't known who you where that first day and then he was hooked, obsessed with the way you felt, not having it in hm to stop whatever this was.

"But let's not think about him now huh?" You smiled at him, reaching out for him as he stopped right in front of you with a soft smile playing on his lips.

"No? So what do you want to think about?"

"Hmm" you teased, feigning thinking over the question.

Your fingers tangled together behind his neck, bringing his mouth down to yours. You let your lips faintly brush over his in a teasing manner, locking eyes with his. "Your dick?"

Mason groaned quietly at your answer, a smirk taking over your face. His lips melted into you fully this time, taking control and dominating the kiss despite your tries to put up a fight.

You were pretty desperate to get to the point, wanting to forget all rational thoughts and just get lost in pleasure but Mason stopped you before you could unbutton his pants.

"No way we are doing this in the couch when we for the first time have the chance to do it for real, in a comfortable bed"

You giggled at him, pushing him off of you and standing up. "Okay then"

You sprinted to the bed, Mason close behind you before jumping into it in a fit of giggles.

Mason quickly moved over you, hovering over your face with a foolish grin, hand coming to wipe your hair away from your eyes before meeting your lips hungrily, desperate to have you for real this time. Be able to take his sweet time and love your body for real, not just fucking you quickly and messily in a club bathroom or a closet at the training ground.

"You are so so beautiful" he whispered, mouth ghosting over your lips and down your neck, your body craning back to give him more access. His lips ghosted over your ear and down to your mouth again.

"I know you said you wanted to take your time but is that really necessary?" You whined, bucking your body upwards to get in contact with him.

Mason chuckled at you, pursing his lips "It is"

You couldn't help but whine, feeling the need to get some type of relief. "It's fine" he chuckled, sliding his hands up under your shirt to grasp at your boobs. Softly squeezing them over the material.

"Just fucking take it off" you grunted annoyed, pushing him up so you could sit before ripping the shirt of your body prompting him to do the same.

You almost salivated at his naked torso, flipping him around whilst he was focusing on tossing his shirt away, catching him off guard. If he was gonna take his time you would at least be in charge, not be the one getting teased but being the one teasing.

You moved down slightly, straddling his thighs as you slowly licked a stripe up his torso over his chest. His breathing caught in his throat, eyes closing as you littered small sensual kisses all over his chest, teasingly going lower before abandoning and working upwards again.

When you teasingly licked a stripe from the edge of his jeans up his navel he grunted, painfully hard at your ministrations.

"Okay stop it now, I get your point" he breathed, trying to reach for you.

You giggled against his skin, kissing up his body until your lips met his again.

"It was you who wanted us to take our time so that's what i'm doing love"

"Okay okay but I was wrong, let's just get to it" he rushed out, a light bubble of laughter escaping your mouth. "Aww"

You grinned before moving down again. Licking teasingly over his navel and down his small happy trail whilst you unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Helping him out of them.

A sigh of relief left his mouth as he was freed from his jeans but he was still straining in his boxers as you teasingly trailed your fingers under his boxer band.

"Stop fucking teasing!" he grunted, sitting up and taking off his jeans and boxers as you chuckled at his impatience.

You leant down, looking up at him teasingly through your lashes as you licked a stripe up his dick. You slowly and teasingly licked his tip, kissing down the base before licking your way up again.

He could almost not contain himself, his erection only getting harder and harder at your teasing movements.

"I'm gonna cum if you keep going" he gruffed out between his teeth his hips moving on their own accord. You finally took pity on him, taking him in your mouth for real, bobbing your head and sucking at his tip.

"Y/n y/n, stop stop" he panted out, clawing at your hair to get you off his dick.

You grinned at him as you released him with a pop, kissing up his chest before meeting his mouth in a needy kiss.

Mason huffed as you moved back from his lips, moving you around in a swift movement, hovering over your face.

He mirrored your previous teasing, kissing down your body, stopping at your breasts to lick and suck over them. Your eyes struggled to stay open, you teeth desperately trying to keep your soft sounds in.

Soon your jeans and underwear where discarded and he was teasing one finger through your folds, teasing your hole before softly dragging them over your clit.

"Just fuck me Mase" you whined, bucking your hips up to prove your point further, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest as he moved up to your face again.

"Hm that's what you want?

"Yes Mase" you said lowly, rubbing your thumb over his scruff. He looked at you patiently, waiting for something more and you knew exactly what. Your eyes rolled as you clicked your tongue

"Please Mase" you muttered, slight sarcasm to your voice but Mason didn't care just narrowed his eyes at you before directing his tip to your entrance.

He didn't do anything else though, just teasing his tip at your entrance, rubbing it over your clit. His hands came to your hips as you tried to buck up to him, holding you still.

"Mason" you groaned, looking at him with a glare but that only got him to chuckle at you.

Instead of giving you what you wanted he started to tease you with his fingers again but this time he actually did something. Slowly pushing your walls apart he slid two of his fingers inside of you. Slowly moving them among your walls before hooking them to press on that perfect spot against your wall. Your eyes rolled back as your lips parted

"Yes Mase, keep doing that, keep going" you murmured, ignoring his smirk as he made you feel good.

He didn't do what you said though, stopping only a few moments later to your annoyance but this time he was done teasing, again running his dick against your sex but only for a few seconds before he slowly pushed into you.

The stretch was delicious, making your eyes shut close and breathing get heavier.

"Fuck" Mason grunted as he bottomed out "you just feel better every fucking time we do this"

You snickered at his comment, rubbing his chin lovingly as he slowly started to move, loving the way you pushed back against him every time.

He stuck to his words, taking his time. There were no desperate pounding, no messily sloppily quick fuck. He was slow in his movements, savoring the moment and you didn't mind it. Meeting his slow kisses and slow thrusts, bashing in the feeling of him. His strokes were firm, determined but slow, meeting your hips with an obscene sound.

His hands and mouth were everywhere, teasing your clit, twisting your nipple, stroking your hips, he was everywhere at the same time, overwhelming you with pleasure.

You lost track of time as you rocked together, both so into your own little bubble to think of anything else. Pleasure slowly building until it snapped, slowly dissipating before you came back to reality, your eyes opening to meet his.

-

You didn't wanna stay for long, a tinge of awkwardness settling as you sipped on your coffee, looking at him over your cup.

"I really should go" you said softly, his nod of recognition was pretty cynical as you stood up, placing the mug at the sink before grabbing your things.

"I'll text you" he said lowly, barely looking at you as you moved towards the door. You couldn't help the way your eyes rolled at his behavior, like he just a few hours ago hadn't cuddled up to you and told you how amazing you were.

"Bye Mason" you muttered, the whole thing really feeling like goodbye.

"Jack" you tried but he was relentless, pacing with such fury and determination you almost didn't dare look at him.

"How could he?!" he shouted angrily, his hands gesturing like they always did when he was angry.

"It's nothing" you tried but Jack was not giving in.

"What do you mean it's nothing y/n! It's all over the internet"

You sighed, looking down. Things haven't been going that great since you spent the night at his hotel. He had texted you to say sorry for his behavior the morning after and you'd started texting just like before. But then only a few days later there had been tabloids everywhere of him with some girl.

"Have you seen the pictures?" he asked, his voice lowering as he saw your face. It wasn't like you'd fallen head over heels for him but it still stung, it really stung.

"No"

"Ugh" he groaned "I said this was gonna happen, didn't I?" he sighed, sitting down next to you on the couch, wrapping his arms around you, your head resting on his shoulder whilst his rested on yours.

"You did" you said lowly

"But you also said you wouldn't be here when it did"

"I know" he sighed, kissing the top of your head. "But I lied, I will always be here, regardless of what I say" he said softly, making you smile.

"Thank you"

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【KagePro】 Kuroha Acrylic Charm (2017) Colour Edit 🖤💛🐍

Kuroha Acrylic Keychain (2017) 🖤💛🐍 Illustrated by Highspeed Fujimori (@/highspeed_f) on Twitter

1st Image: Colour Edit (Upscaled Version) by Me

2nd Image: Original (Finalized Version)

3rd image: Rough Sketch (Draft Version)

Rambles

Kuroha colour edit by me 🖤💛🐍

Fujimori's Kuroha/Saeru acrylic keychain charm illustration, originally released in 2017.

So, this started cuz I wanted to find out who the merch artist for the KagePro chibi (SD) merch was, and I eventually found out that it's Fujimori.

Fujimori has a very cute chibi style ^^ Fujimori drew for a LOT of the KagePro chibi (SD) merch. I feel like their chibi style is very recognizable.

I love how they do colours and expressions... They're very cute. I love the gold highlights on the hair too hehe

I made a colour edit for fun ^^ These are just my personal prefs for his colours ^^

Source

Mr. XXX tends to get referred to as XXX/XX or Black Konoha (黒コノハ) in merch ❌

Also Idk why the official MekaDan Twt account's tweets don't embed properly. It might not show to people who don't have Twt or aren't logged in? Idk.

Discussion

Concept Arts by Sidu from .dsd –Sidu illustration Works 2011-2015–

Scans by @/ayara-resara

Edit by Me

I'm in the process of sorting Kuroha and Ene's refs cuz their official arts + merch arts can be inconsistent in colours, and I'm trying to make it easier for the artists I commission. Since I wanna comm more arts of them...

I started getting into archiving arts in the past few years, so it's something I'm doing for fun in my personal time ^^

I edited Ene to get a sense of scale, though it's not perfect.

Inchresting that she used to have asymmetrical thigh highs in her concept arts... It definitely fits her design better that they're both symmetrical

My main focus is on 9/6 and XX/6, and anything related to them. I started archiving their arts in my free time.

Depending on the arts (official arts + merch arts), Kuroha's clothes either get coloured with the same black colour, or with the inner clothes as a darker black.

I prefer when his inner clothes and boots, etc., are a darker black cuz it has more visual contrast against his design. It also differentiates the clothes more to have the outer clothes as a lighter gray black vs. the darker blacks in his hair and inner clothes.

His entire design is in dark colours (black, gray), and the gold in his eyes and facial markings cuts away from that. Yellow is a bright vivid colour.

Though it makes sense in MVs like Outer Science and some official arts/merch why his outer and inner shirts are the same colour to not distract from the mood/atmosphere, and also in pieces/merch that use a limited colour palette.

...

I personally like having his clothes as gray outer clothes, and dark black inner clothes (undershirt) since it adds more visual contrast to his design.

I also like keeping his headphones and neckwarmer/neckband arrows as gray, Sidu's canon colours for him.

Since his design is in all dark colours (black, white, gray), the contrast then gets drawn to his yellow eyes. It breaks away from all the dark colours, since it's a bright warm colour.

Adds a splash of gold colour to his overall dark colour scheme.

But the idea of his headphones glowing yellow as an HC is cool, too!

Iirc it varies depending on the official arts + merch arts whether his black clothes are coloured gray shirt + dark black shirt (underneath), or his clothes are all black (like in Outer Science, where it looks better that way to have his hair/clothes as pitch black, due to the limited colour palette, and for visual contrast reasons)

[milkywaybottles]

Smile - Papa IV / Copia (The Band Ghost) x Reader Fluff

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Hiya! Thanks to the amazing response on the last Ghost post (Thank you all so much by the way <3), I'm back, but this time, with Copia! Please enjoy and don't forget to interact if you feel like it xx

Reader's Pronouns: Unspecified but typically more feminine descriptions. (Is labelled as ‘Sister’)

Prompt: 'There it is, there's that smile'

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The gardens of the ministry were by far the most peaceful area you had access to. The soft sound of water running from the pond complimented the streaming lights through the trees and the fresh smell of blossoms. The garden terrace was home to many arches of dahlias and vines, draping over the greenhouse beautifully. You were sure that even the resident birds had gotten used to your presence. It was times like this that you took to reflect or create art alone.

If someone needed you, they definitely knew where to find you.

In fact, Sister Imperator was so insistent in your involvement in that side of the ministry that she essentially made you Sister of the Satanic Garden, if there was such a thing. But it wouldn’t have surprised you if the kind woman simply wanted to keep you busy while Copia was away performing rituals. Nevertheless, you enjoyed tending to the flowers in all their glory, chopping the heads off of roses to keep the stems or watering the nightshade.

Though, this time around, you were swept with a wave of loneliness. Even the flowers appeared to be in sync with your emotions, the trees groaning with disapproval. The watering can you held clung loosely to your side due to slumped shoulders. Sighing, your eyes flickered across the garden beds, mood deflating. It had been weeks since you had seen Copia, felt his embrace or delighted in his conversation. It was always hard, especially as the job of Papa was so taxing on him, but this particular ritual cycle took everything out of you both. With little time for letters or any other form of communication, you felt yourself begin to drift from the members of the ministry and spend more time outside. Even when he was home, he tended to be distant.

It hadn’t been for lack of trying, of course. Many of the ghouls and ghoulettes had attempted at cracking through your hard shell but did not succeed. Cumulus would bring plates of dinner to yours and Copia’s room, only to find yourself curled in layers of his blankets, fast asleep. She would place the plate on the bedside table, stacking a pile of untouched food as high as the sky. Aether, who believed he would be the one to get through to you, would come on walks with you in the garden, eager to hear your ramblings about your latest endeavours. He would smile and nod, occasionally engaging in a handful of inquisitive questions. Even Rain, Fire and Mountain had their fair share of attempts.

To find the motivation to get out of bed, you would count the days. With each sleep, the number would fall ever so slightly, much to your satisfaction. When the number reached seven, your mood had lightened, coming down in the morning for breakfast. After indulging in a conversation with one of the Sisters, you found yourself in the garden again, picking a bouquet of flowers for the morning sermon held by Sister Imperator. The number echoed through your mind, taking a permanent seat there.

“Just seven, then there will be rest period” you repeated, grumbling and mumbling as you worked. Unbeknownst to you, Sister was peering through the window of the ministry, arms folded while watching you, face twisted with concentration. Your heart ached for companionship. Even if one of the ghouls had approached you, you would have never turned them away. And the company would have been lovely on such a harsh day, wind whipping against your face and your hair flying wildly. The clouds had darkened, shadows cast over the ministry. You were partial to this type of weather, the untameable and unpredictable kind. It was the kind that meant you could sit on the windowsill in your room with a hot drink and a book, shrouded in a blanket and Copia resting between your legs while brainstorming songs.

Without him, you felt as though you were suffocating, Copia was your air. You understood well that his religion was crucial to him, meaning rituals were a top priority, as they were to you, but the man worked tirelessly with little to no reward. Even when he was home at the ministry, you would catch him in the library or in his office at godly hours of the morning, face lit by candlelight as he studied Latin. The corner of your mouth turned upwards at the thought of him sleepily making his way back to bed.

Too entranced to notice the subtle crunching of leaves, you pursed your lips and continued working. A patter of rain beat against your body.

"Cara mia, what are you doing out here, eh? You're going to catch a cold". Your heart skipped a beat at the voice, the pet name, the inflection of the words, the speech pattern. You whipped your head around at the sound, eyes landing on a familiar figure. Barely able to hide your beaming smile, you observed the man. Copia still had the same salt and pepper hair, makeup smudged across his face and was still in the more relaxed ritual clothing. "There it is, there's that smile"

"Copia! What are you doing here?" You quizzed, suddenly feeling awfully insecure about your appearance. Since you thought you had a week before his return, you hadn't prepped to look your best to give him a proper greeting. Upon seeing this behaviour, Copia shook his head and stepped toward you, his gloved hand snaking up to your cheek.

"I am the Papa of this ministry, am I not, bella?". His innocent statement prompted a fire to break out across your skin, your cheeks covered in a hot blush.

"You know that's not what I meant"

"Si, the rituals ended early". You paused at his hand on your cheek, embracing the man with haste. The scent of fresh incense filled your nose, warmth radiating across your body. The desire to hold your partner and never let go was strong. His face found its way into the crook of your neck, hot breath against your skin. "So pretty, as always. I see nothing has changed"

"I missed you so much" you mumbled, pressing your hand to the back of his head to savour the hug.

"I missed you as well, Cara Mia. Sister told me you would be here... and oh my, the gardens have flourished under your care". He always knew how to compliment you in the right way to make you blush. His arm pulled out yours, extending it and his lips briskly brushing against the fabric of your sleeves. Soon, he left a trail of kisses in his wake, making his way up your arm and to your shoulders before placing a peck on your lips. A fire burned in your belly.

"I needed something to do while you were gone" you replied bashfully, squinting as the rain fell into your eyes. "I do get rather lonely sometimes". That was perhaps the biggest understatement. His eyes flickered with an unrecognisable emotion, eyebrows arching as he took his hands in yours, holding them to his face.

"Come with me next ritual, please" He begged.

You timidly smiled, "I don't think Sister will let us"

"We will make her listen". Another peck was planted on your drenched forehead.

From the window of the ministry, Sister could barely make out two figures, silhouettes blissfully reuniting in the haze of rain. Under the branches of a willow tree, the figures took each other's hand and the smaller figure was spun, falling into a twirl in the other's arms. Their devotion was sealed with a kiss.

Satan had blessed you with a smile once more, and Copia thanked him gratefully for it.

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[pascalpanic]

Here for the sentence starters!! "I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater" and "I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do." Feel free to do both or either or whatever you prefer with either of the Marcuses! I'm in such a fluffy mood rn and these will make my day :)) (PS I adore you and I hope you have a good day xx)

Making Moves (Marcus Moreno x f!Reader)

Summary: Your neighborhood superhero, Marcus Moreno, is being nagged by his daughter to find love. Lucky for him, just the right woman moves in down the street.

W/C: 2.7k

Warnings: language, brief talks of death (just to refer to Marcus’s wife who passed away), brief mentions of sexual stuff. it’s tame.

A/N: THIS WAS SO FUN. I love some good Marcus Moreno. He’s such a cutie and these prompts made it so fun! You can still send me prompts from this list with a character, just mind the taken ones! p.s. my emotional support Brit @maxlordsgf see how I used patio/backyard??

The Moreno household was cozy. You wondered if it was Marcus who’d decorated the beautiful home, or if his late wife. You supposed it didn’t matter. You would’ve liked the former Mrs. Moreno, if Marcus could love her like he did. 

He lived a few houses down from you. You’d moved in a couple of months ago, into the nice Craftsman style home you currently rented. The best thing about the house was the beautiful front porch, which exposed the lovely suburban neighborhood. The porch had come with a swing, and you’d decided that it’d have to be your new morning coffee spot. After all, this is California, where the sun was plentiful and the air was just cold enough to be refreshing in the mornings.

The time that you drank your coffee on the porch also happened to be the time that your neighborhood Heroic, Marcus, went for his morning runs. He’d been excited to see that the house was sold, and Missy was too. They planned on bringing over some sweets once you were settled. Several weeks after the sold sign went up, he saw you for the first time. 

You looked like an angel, he thought. You wore a fuzzy robe with patterned capri pajama pants peeking from beneath it. Your glasses rested on the bridge of your nose, slightly fogged from the steam of your coffee. You sat on your porch swing, knees pulled to your chest, reading from your tablet. He was immediately caught off-guard. Your new home was at the beginning of his running path, but his breath was already gone from his lungs from your beauty. 

Pushing his own glasses up his nose, he gave you a little wave as you looked up. You’d smiled at him, a grin with your teeth visible. The man was handsome, you’d noticed. Dark hair, a little scruff, eyes that scrunched when he smiled at you. He was fit, too, his muscles evident beneath his tight t-shirt and running shorts. He kept running, unsure what he could say to you. 

Marcus returned home some thirty minutes later to find Missy awake. “Hey, the new neighbor moved in,” he told her as he walked to the counter, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Ooh, tell me all about them.”

“Well, we didn’t talk. I still don’t know if it’s a family or anything,” he admitted. “But there was a woman sitting on the porch.”

Missy’s eyes lit up. “How old?”

Marcus shook his head. “I don’t know, muñeca,” he told her and kissed her head as he walked past her to sit at the table. 

“Old enough to date?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and stuffing her mouth full of cereal. “Did she seem single?”

“Stay out of it,” he teased her and poked her forehead, right between the eyes. 

She flinched back a bit but laughed. “Dad, come on.”

He shook his head. “We can bring over a housewarming gift tonight, huh? Then we can see.” -

Well, it turned out that night was too busy to do so for the Morenos.

You saw him the next morning as he ran past again. You wore different pajamas but sat in the same position. You’d waved back.

That’s how the next couple mornings went for the two of you. Every day, Marcus could swear you looked prettier. With you looking like that in your pajamas, he couldn’t imagine how beautiful you’d be at any other time. 

Finally, Friday night, he and Missy put on some music and got to baking.

“What does she look like?” Missy asked curiously as she cracked an egg into the bowl- she’d learned the hard way that her father was not to be trusted with egg duty.

Marcus described you to his daughter, his eyes far off and a small smile on his face. “She’s very pretty.”

“Well, duh. You’re simping over her, of course she is.”

“What’s a simp?” He’d asked, brow furrowing.

-

The knock came an hour or two later. You’d gotten home from work an hour or so earlier, so you were in relaxed clothing, the remnants of your makeup on your face. 

Behind the door stood the handsome runner you saw every morning, and a miniature, carbon-copied version of him with longer hair and more feminine features. “Hi! We’re the Morenos. We live in the blue house down the street. I’m Missy, and this is my dad, Marcus,” she introduced herself cheerfully. She held a tray of brownies. He held a bouquet.

“We just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood,” the man- Marcus- says with a warm smile on his face.

“Oh, thank you!” You grinned and took the tray Missy held out. “Well, come in, please,” you invite them. “Do you drink, Marcus? I was just having some wine. Oh, and Missy, I have some soda if you’d like that.”

The three of you sat in your half-constructed living room for a while and chatted. You learned about the former Mrs. Moreno and how she’d passed a few years ago. You shared that you were living alone and single, due to a bad breakup that led you to move here. The two were good company, you learned quickly, bantering back and forth more like siblings than a father and daughter.

As they stood up to leave, you apologized for the mess. “Sorry. I’ve been trying to hook up my TV lately, and I haven’t done anything else yet. I want to get the TV up first, but I’m practically useless with electronic stuff,” you admitted with a chuckle.

“Oh, Dad is great with electronics,” Missy told you with a grin.

“Not great. Competent would be a better word,” he chuckled. “I could help you set it up, if you’d like that.”

“I would, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“No trouble at all. Here, we can exchange numbers, you can text me when you’d like me to come over,” he offered and pulled out his phone.

“Sure,” you said and told him your number, which he enters into his phone and sends you a text. “Perfect,” you nodded and saved his phone number. “I’ll see you two soon, hopefully.”

They said goodbye and you heard Missy giggling as the door shut behind him. It’s muffled, but you thought you can hear Missy anyway: “That was smooth, Dad!”

-

That was months ago now. You’d developed a relationship with the both of them, visiting each others’ houses often for dinner or just to chat. 

When summer rolled around, Missy invited you over for days at their pool. You two had enjoyed yourselves, Marcus playing the role of your butler for the day, serving you mocktails and teasing his daughter. It became a common occurrence during the summer. You even had a reverse day on Marcus’s birthday (July 12th) where Missy served the two of you. It was almost like a date. That was the day you both realized you’d fallen hard for the other.

As much as you spent time with Marcus, the girl positively adored you, and always sent you texts from her father’s phone.

We’re having pizza tonight! Wanna come over?

Dad says he sucks at math. Can you help me with my homework?

My friends canceled on me. Are you free to eat Ben and Jerry’s and watch Mamma Mia with me? 

You’d become like a mother figure to her, helping her when she got her first period, taking her shopping for middle-school dances, giving her boy advice.

Marcus liked you just as much, if not more. You liked him too. He was a funny man, kindhearted and warm. He’d listen to you talk when you’d had a shitty day, bring over a bottle of wine when he needed some comfort, cook dinner for the two of you when Missy was at Anita’s.

One night, you’re eating dinner with them on their patio. It’s nice, overlooking their backyard and their pool. Missy is going to a friend’s later, to sleep over, but Marcus had cooked food for the three of you on the grill, something you’d learned he was fantastic at, and you’re inside getting more food. The door is slightly cracked, and you can hear the two of them talking. 

“Dad. You have to make your move, and you gotta do it tonight! Otherwise, she’ll go for Kent a couple doors down. You don’t want that, do you?” she asks in a hushed voice.

“It’s not that easy, muñeca. I’m so in love with her I don’t know what to do.”

Your heart catches in your chest, fluttering. Marcus likes you. Not only that, he’s in love with you. The past few months race through your head, and you hyper-analyze every little interaction the two of you have had. It’s clear now, in hindsight. You swallow hard, putting back down the skewer of vegetables.

He’s been the only thing on your mind the past few weeks, you have to admit. Your visits to each others’ homes had increased, with you spending more and more nights a week at the Morenos’. His laugh makes your stomach flutter as Missy says something else to him outside. You bite your lip. Tonight’s the night. If he doesn’t make his move like Missy insisted, you’ll do it first.

The conversation is light for the rest of dinner, and you’re a bit detached. Marcus can tell, but he doesn’t comment on it. You simply stare out into their pool, listening to Missy ramble on about the plans that she and her friends have for tonight.

A while later, her friends’ parents pick her up. You stand in the driveway and wave a thank-you to the girl’s parents as they drive off with Missy and her friend in tow. “Love you guys,” she shouts out of the window. You grin and shout it back, in sync with Marcus.

The two of you return to the backyard. You walk a little farther apart from Marcus than normal. “Hey,” he says and stands right next to you, his shoulder nudging yours. “What’s wrong? You’ve been off all night,” he mumbles softly.

You shake your head. “It’s nothing, really,” you chuckle, looking down at your feet. 

Marcus is oblivious to the fact that you heard the two of them earlier. You and Marcus have always had a playful relationship, and the idea strikes him to help cheer you up. “Hey, vecina.”

“What- ah!” You squeal as Marcus lifts you in his strong arms. He walks the two of you to the side of the pool as you wriggle in his grip, laughing. “Goddamnit, Marcus! Let go of me!” You screech as he holds you over the pool, though you’re giggling the whole time.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” he laughs, your feet kicking as they dangle over the chlorinated water. 

“No, you asshole!” You laugh, wriggling. “Put me down, Moreno, or God help your poor soul when I-” 

He sets you down on the edge, backing up a bit. “There, fine. Just trying to help,” he teases. He did, he thinks to himself. You’re smiling again. 

You’re painfully close to him. Your hands find his hips and he looks down at your hands in confusion as you pat the pockets of his shorts. No phone. Perfect. There’s a devilish grin as you wrap him in a bear hug and fall backwards into the pool, taking him with you.

You let go once you’re underwater, shooting up to the surface from under him and laughing. He comes up moments later, wiping his eyes and pushing his hair back. Your laugh is maniacal and loud, completely content and proud of yourself. “There, I cheered you up at least,” he shakes his head and smiles. He walks to the shallower end of the pool, and you follow.

“I wasn’t in a bad mood,” you shoot back.

“Well, something was off. Will you tell me now?” He asks, your eyes wandering to his- oh, he’s ripped, goddamn- abs beneath his wet t-shirt. His eyes remained trained on yours, ever the gentleman.

Swallowing hard, you nod and walk closer to him with a smile. “I heard you and Missy when I was inside getting more food,” you tell him, biting on your lip to hold back an excited giggle.

His brows furrow in confusion then lift in surprise as it hits him. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” you nod, wading a little closer and then even closer. You can hear his heavy breathing and look into those big brown eyes with a grin. 

“Well, I-” he starts stammering, unsure of what to say, until you place your hands on his shoulders.

“It’s okay, Marcus,” you mumble soothingly, your arms wrapping around his neck. “I know you said it’s not that easy. Why don’t you let me take the reins then, hm?” You ask teasingly, bringing your face close to his. 

He grins, taking the opportunity as he sees it. His lips crash to yours happily, his hands finding your waist over your sopping wet clothing. You smile softly against his lips. They’re so soft and warm, the very lips you’ve been staring at for a long time, imagining this. He’s gentle but loving and you deepen it. He follows immediately, parting his lips against yours and he sighs into your mouth. 

The two of you stand there, in his pool, making out, for quite a while. Finally, when he breaks away, looking at you through his water-drop-stained glasses, you grin. “This is your fault, you know. I’m gonna have to go home and change into dry clothing.”

“Or you could borrow some of mine,” he offers with a shy smile, and you grin.

“That works too.”

He kisses you one more time. “Will you stay the night? We don’t even have to… to do anything. I don’t even really want to yet. I just want to keep holding on to you.”

You nod and kiss him softly, for just a moment. “Of course I will.” -

You awaken in the morning to the smell of cooking. You live alone, and it makes your brow furrow in confusion, eyes still shut, until they open and you find yourself in Marcus’ home. His bed, specifically. 

You smell like chlorine and your hair is damp still, but you’re wearing a big black sweater that smells like detergent and cologne and sleep. It’s Marcus’s, you realize with a smile. 

Last night was truly perfect. No, you didn’t sleep with him yet, but it was still perfectly intimate, the way you held each other and whispered sweet words and pressed soft kisses all over each others’ faces and torsos. You’d made out for a fair amount of time too, just like teenagers again, but it was meaningful. 

You pad down the stairs, wearing just your underwear and one of Marcus’s big sweaters. He’s cooking breakfast in the kitchen, and your heart melts as you see him. “Good morning, superhero,” you coo as you wrap your arms around him from behind and press a kiss into his neck.

His body warms and melts into your touch. “Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?”

“Amazing. Your bed is insanely comfortable,” you chuckle and snuggle in against him, resting your head against his back. 

“I’m glad. Go sit down, breakfast will be ready in a bit.”

You nod and do exactly that, sitting across the kitchen island from him. He puts some pancakes on a plate, drizzles them with syrup, and slides it to you. “Bon appetit.”

“Thank you,” you grin and waste no time in cutting into them with a fork and taking a bite.

You sigh happily and Marcus’s heart can barely take the sight of it. “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

“I can’t get over how cute you are,” you tease and pop another bite in your mouth. “The good news is that you can get over it, because I’m coming over here for breakfast in your clothes every day now.”

“Or you could live here.”

The proposal is so quiet, so sudden and nonchalant that it takes you aback for a minute. “What?”

He shrugs. “I know we’ve only been together for, what, 10 hours now, but Missy and I both adore you. You’re over here all the time anyway. Why don’t you? Save us both some money, too.”

You bite your lip to hold back a grin. “I might have to think about it.”

He nods. “I get that, I-“

“Done thinking. I’ll do it,” you grin happily. 

“Really?”

“Really,” you nod, giggling excitedly. 

Marcus leans across the kitchen counter and kisses you softly. “Be prepared for a lot of Moreno loving. Missy’s a cuddler.”

“I think I can take it,” you smile and press another kiss to his lips, with all of the love in your heart. 

-

translations:

vecina- neighbor (female)

muñeca- in this context, doll

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I have a lot of thoughts about the Slaters

namely, I've been wonderin why the Fairfield Survivors got thrown off the boat in Death Toll

in this panel of The Sacrifice comic, Francis confirms the fates of three of the rescue vehicles:

Image ID:

A panel from The Sacrifice: Part 1. Francis is sat in the rescue vehicle from Blood Harvest, speaking to Louis. His dialogue is as follows:

"Louis, I hate to be the one to break this to ya, but we been heading to the safe zone four times now. Helicopter: crashed. Plane: crashed. Boat: kicked us out and left us to die."

/end ID

the chopper from No Mercy was confirmed crashed in Crash Course, and as for the plane from Dead Air, it was pretty easy to guess (and would have been confirmed in the cut campaign Dam It).

but the part about the boat? that's the Slaters' boat from Death Toll. this is the first time we learn this information.

so...why? what happened?

(more under the cut, ended up writing wayyyy more than I expected over these past few days and don't wanna clog people's dashes lol)

so. let's take a quick dive into the last chapter of Death Toll, to see what we can discern about the Slaters from their dialogue.

the rescue vehicle in Death Toll is a civilian boat, Saint Lidia II, owned by John and Amanda Slater, a married couple. Amanda is never heard in-game, but John's reactions to her can be heard over the radio.

the Slaters are explicitly looking for "anyone out there with firearms". John later adds that "once you get on this boat? Your job is keeping our asses alive". it appears that their motivation for saving the Survivors is selfish from the get-go.

this is undoubtedly true in Amanda's case, however, some of John's lines betray a more selfless attitude. he will berate Amanda for not "think[ing] about the little guy". he will ask, "So what, then? We leave 'em to die? I can't do that, Amanda." whilst Amanda is thinking purely of their own survival, John still feels compassionate towards his fellow survivors. despite this, he says that "I don't want our first act of kindness to be our last", acknowledging the conflict between his compassion and his self-preservation.

so. these are the Survivor's saviours in Death Toll. a conflicted married couple looking for bodyguards, offering to take the Survivors upriver to a military safe zone in exchange for protection.

as for why they get thrown off the boat...well, the easiest explanation would be Amanda.

but, stay with me here, because I think it's a little more complicated than that.

this boat? fulla tension. there's the obvious tension between the Slaters, who we've established seem to fight and disagree regularly. then there's the inevitable tension between them and the Survivors. I reckon Louis, with his generally positive and friendly attitude, wouldn't have much of a problem with them, might even attempt some friendly conversation or something. however, he's about the only one.

the comic fully establishes Bill as caring about nobody except the Fairfield Survivors - the most obvious evidence of this being the words he lives and dies by, "we look after our own". he isn't particularly interested in other people, unless they can help the group out. and he'd likely recognise the unstable and conditional nature of their rescue. while I'm sure he'd try and keep the peace, in any reasonable disagreement or fight Bill's likely to take his friends' side, and if anyone's getting thrown off the boat Bill is going with them. this goes for the whole group, to be honest; I don't think they'd want to split up at this point.

Francis hates boats, hates water, and can't swim, so (and I'm getting a little speculate-y here) would probably be in an even sourer mood than usual on the journey. being as abrasive as he is, plus this additional stress, it's fully possible he could piss off the Slaters enough to get himself (or all of them) thrown off the boat.

as for Zoey? well, I don't imagine a married couple who constantly argues is gonna sit well with her, considering her backstory. similarly to Francis, the situation they're in would make her far more stressed, making it more likely for her to lash out.

Amanda didn't want to save the Survivors in the first place, so while I think that John wouldn't throw them off the boat without reason, I reckon she could persuade him to throw them off if they 'caused trouble' - and they would get into an argument with her far easier than they would with John.

in short: yeah, I can see them getting thrown off the boat by the Slaters after some huge fight or disagreement. I think that's a reasonable interpretation of canon, and definitely an interesting concept.

...however, I do wonder if this tension would really be enough to destabilise their mutual need, after everything they went through to come together.

which is why I'm going to bring up The Last Stand!

I gotta quickly address something before this segment: yeah, I'm totally aware this campaign isn't canon. this evidence works with the fact that it exists in an 'alternate timeline'. also, I am missing a few citations for this section - if anyone can provide them I'd really appreciate it, but just a disclaimer that I currently can't prove some of the things the wiki claims members of the Last Stand Community Update Team have said. here and here are the wiki pages where I got this information. in short - the above explanation is simpler and more canon compliant, the conclusion I draw at the end of this post is backed by shakier evidence but I believe is more interesting, and you can make of all that what you will.

allegedly, members of the Last Stand Community Update Team confirmed a strongly-suspected fan theory about The Last Stand: that it branches off from Death Toll in some way, in a non-canon alternative timeline. as well as this, they allegedly confirmed that in this alternative timeline, the Survivors still end up in Newburg for Dead Air. even without the confirmation, this remains a solid fan theory, due to the constant references to Riverside and re-use of many of Death Toll's assets.

who rescues the Survivors in The Last Stand? John Slater. no Amanda - just John. despite her lack of voice actress, if she was still present John would give some indication of this at some point. it can be speculated that whatever happened to her contributed to the lack of rescue at the boathouse that forced the Survivors to take an alternative route. either way, he ends up at the lighthouse when the Survivors call for rescue, alone, and picks them up.

and then later...throws them off the boat. into Newburg.

what reason would John have to do that? without Amanda, surely he wouldn't have that push, as he wanted to rescue the Survivors for multiple reasons in the first place. without his constant arguments with Amanda, Zoey wouldn't be nearly as stressed. and between the three of them I'm sure the other Fairfield Survivors would stop Francis from pissing John off enough to get them thrown off the boat. in short, less Amanda = less tension, and no reason for the Survivors getting chucked off the boat.

...right?

I'd like to remind you that a symptom of the Infection is paranoia.

what if, in both The Last Stand and Death Toll, John and Amanda are infected by the Survivors on the way to the military safe zone? after all, the virus is confirmed to occasionally be airborne, and I doubt two civilians have completely effective, sustained protection against that. likely the only reason they hadn't already been Infected is because they got out on the water early on in the pandemic, and hadn't come into contact with anyone else since. it's unlikely that one of them is immune, and even more unlikely that they're both immune (especially considering those with XX chromosomes may be genetically less likely to be carriers). wouldn't Francis have mentioned it if their rescuers turned or were obviously Infected? yes, but it's possible that the airborne strain works slower as well, meaning that the Survivors are thrown off of the boat after the symptoms kick in but before the Slaters fully turn. even Church Guy had at least an hour from being Infected to turning, and he was bitten. Newburg isn't too far from where the Survivors are rescued in Death Toll anyway (the burning city in the background of the finale is Newburg), so the Survivors clearly didn't last long on the boat anyway. as a result, the Survivors wouldn't realise it was the Infection intensifying the Slaters' paranoia - they'd just think the Slaters were being dicks. Francis also explicitly mentions that they were "left to die", implying negativity or even hostility from the Slaters as the Survivors were being thrown off.

so yeah. that's why I think they got thrown off of the boat in Death Toll - a combination of the intense tension between the two parties, and the Slaters falling victim to Infection-induced paranoia. but an explanation minus the Infection is equally as plausible. it all depends on what you find most interesting, I suppose, and both feel like they fit pretty well into the world.

lord this is a long chunk o text. I know most fandoms prefer art and fanfic over this sorta thing, so please let me know in replies or something if you're interested in more stuff like this. also if any of this makes sense because I like to ramble.

oh and if you'd like to use any of my interpretations in fanworks like art or fic, I'd love to see it :)

[kinglivv]

Hey lovely can i Request either Fluff 7 or 9 or 14. OR Random 7, 8 16 or 19 x Only if you are able to and its entirely up to you. Sending you lots of love xx

Another Bullet

Dhawan!Master X Fem!Reader

Summary: The reader gets shot. The Master walks in on her nursing herself.

Warnings: Bullet wound, blood.

A/N: I ended up going for prompt 8 from randoms. I know I've done a fic quite like this before, but I just lovee the concept of it. :)

You tug off your shirt, wincing as the soft material brushes over your wound.

Another day, another bullet.

You hoped it was just a graze - it sure felt painful enough to be a through and through, but you really were not in the mood for stitches tonight. You take a sip from your already opened bottle of vodka and peer in the mirror you've got set up on your kitchen table next to you. There was a lot of blood, but you luckily it appeared to be a graze.

No stitches tonight, just a lot of gauze and tape.

You take another swig, letting the clear liquid burn your throat and numb the pain. You pick the rubbing alcohol out of your first aid kit, wetting a cotton pad with it and hissing as it makes contact with your skin.

As you begin to dab at it, you hear the unmistakable groan of a TARDIS landing in your front hall. You roll your eyes. You didn't think you could deal with the Master and a bullet wound at the same time.

"Master, I'm a bit busy-"

"Busy trying not to bleed out, love?"

Your head snaps up to look eyes with him standing the doorway. You quickly look away when you see the disproval in his eyes.

"I leave you on Earth for a week to find you... shot and trying to play Doctor in your bra at your kitchen table?"

You take another swig of alcohol, picking up the gauze.

"I really don't need this right now," You say, more to yourself than him. "Don't you have a planet to be taking over?"

"I was actually - you're doing it wrong!" He makes his way over to you, pulling your hand away from the wound so he can examine it properly.

"I'm not doing it wrong!" You protest. "This isn't my first time getting shot."

"That's sort of the issue," He tells you sternly, pressing the gauze against the graze and taping it on. After a few minutes, he's done.

"Keep it dry." He instructs. "Change it everynight - don't lift your arm too much."

"I know," You reply, sounding like a bratty teenager.

"Right then," He stands back up, rubbing his hands. "You're coming with me."

"Why?"

"Because you're injured, and I need to look after you, and I found a very cool city on a planet not too far from here which I thought you might like to invade with me."

You raise an eyebrow at his ramblings, but the invitation does sound rather nice. You were bored of Earth life anyway.

"Fine then, let's go." You push yourself up, wobbling a little, and begin to make your way towards the TARDIS, where it's disguised as a closet in your hallway.

Suddenly the Master reaches out and catches your good arm. "Wait."

"What?" You ask.

"Can you please...? Hmm, I don't know. Maybe put a shirt on?"

You roll your eyes. "Surprisingly, my shirt's all covered in blood. And anyways, you like me with my shirt off."

You get another eye roll in response.

"TARDIS. Now."

[born-to-lose]

And They Were Roommates

Pairing: John Deacon x fem!reader

Requested by anon

Summary: When you found out you're going to share your dorm room with a boy, you hoped you'd be good friends. But it doesn't take you long to realize you might feel more for John...

Tags: fluff, roommates, bed sharing, friends to lovers

Words: 4,026

A/N: I know it took me some time *cough* because of school drama and stuff, but here we have this big mama, which I think turned out pretty good. Thanks anon for requesting a Deaky fic! Haven't written for him in a year or so xx

Tip me if you want!

It was your first day in London. You didn't know anyone in this city and none of your friends moved here to study with you, so you hadn't really been able to choose the person you'd have to live with for the next year at least. You had no clue who it would be, but you had gotten an email two weeks prior that it's possible you'd have to share a room with a boy due to space issues. As long as he wasn't an asshole you were fine with it. Not ideal, but better than having to stay in your hometown and go to community college where your possibilities to become a writer would have been very slim.

On your way through the dorm, you were scanning for your room. When you finally found it on the fourth floor, you opened the door with much difficulty and dragged your suitcase and two bags inside.

"Hello!" You looked up and saw a smiling boy with shoulder-length brown hair sitting on the bed to the right with an open book in his lap. "Oh, let me help you with that," he blurted before you could even greet him.

He jumped up and rushed over to you, taking your luggage and closing the door behind you. "I'm John." He stuck his hand out and you took it, shaking it awkwardly. It was a bit weird for you to shake hands with someone your age, but at least he wasn't obtrusive like other guys.

"Hi, I'm (y/n). Nice to meet you!"

You both sat down across from each other on your respective beds and you looked around. The room wasn't huge, but a good size for two people. The only problem was that you didn't have separate bedrooms. You really hoped you two would get along well, especially because you couldn't even retreat to your own room when it got too much.

"We can go buy some additional furniture and decorations tomorrow if you like," he offered shyly as he noticed you inspecting the room.

"Thanks for the offer," you smiled and nodded. "Still looks quite spartanic."

He laughed in agreement and combed a hand through his hair - probably something he did when he was nervous. "So… what are you majoring in?"

"English, I want to become a writer. I'm currently writing a book and I hope that someone will publish it when it's finished," you explained, but stopped yourself before you'd start rambling about your book and all your detailed plans for the plot. "How about you?"

"I study electrical engineering," he replied.

"Cool! I mean I couldn't do this, I have two left hands when it comes to technology, but that's really interesting."

And another pause before a breathy chuckle escaped John's mouth. "God, we're so bad at small talk! Wanna go out for coffee and unpack our things later? I pay."

He was right - you were both terrible at keeping up a conversation. Hopefully getting coffee together would lift the mood a little and bring new talking points. Definitely better than sitting on your beds and awkwardly talking about college at least.

You gave him a genuine smile. "Would love to."

By the time classes started, you and your new roommate had created a room you both actually liked. Now the beds weren't standing so close together anymore, the desks were located by the foot of each bed and you even had a small sofa and a coffee table along with a microwave and some other kitchenaids. Both of you had decorated your desks with some family photos and personal items. Whereas you were the basic polaroids and fairy lights type, John's wall by the bed was plastered in posters of rock bands and a bass was on a guitar stand next to the window. Admittedly, you had a weakness for musicians and now you really wanted to hear him play...

You and John had become really good friends in a fairly short period of time. When you'd gone out for coffee, you had found you had a lot in common and he was a good listener which earned him some bonus points. You weren't used to having someone outside of your family who was willing to listen to you gush over something you were passionate about. He was a real sweetheart and you were slowly getting worried you might develop feelings for him. One of the reasons you didn't want that to happen was because if he only liked you as a friend - which you were pretty sure about - or things ended between the two of you, you'd still have to live together for the rest of the year at the very least and that would be incredibly awkward. Second, he probably had a girlfriend already because why the hell should someone like him still be single? Besides, you hated how cliché the whole thought was. You hoped it was just a little crush and you'd forget about it after a few weeks.

One day you were sitting at your desk, working on your book when the door opened. "Room service," John called jokingly as he stepped in. "I just did some shopping and got you something."

You closed the laptop lid and turned your head, raising your eyebrows. He grinned and placed an iced coffee next to your notepad along with a dark chocolate bar. "Heard that helps when you're a writer," he added sheepishly before sitting on his bed.

"Thanks, that's really thoughtful of you, but you don't have to buy me things," you said, taking a sip of the coffee. Iced white mocha. He actually remembered what you'd ordered at Starbucks on your first day together. These were the moments you wished he could stop being so adorable because it only made you fall more in love with him just when you thought you'd gotten over your feelings.

The brunette looked up from his textbook and smiled, showing his tiny tooth gap. "No problem."

You opened your laptop again, but as you tried to continue writing, Word crashed right when you were about to save your progress. "Fuck, really?!" You yelled, tugging on your hair in frustration.

"You okay?" John asked worriedly.

"John!" you whined, throwing your head back and kicking your legs, nearly knocking your coffee over, but you caught it in time. "The fucking program crashed!" You'd had a similar problem before, but this time you really didn't know how to fix it yourself.

He climbed off his bed and stood behind you, propping his left hand up on the desk as he tried to figure the situation out. "Did you save the document?"

"No… I wanted to," you murmured, feeling dumb for not clicking one damn button over the course of one and a half hours.

"Alright, wait a minute." You scooted away to give him more space. You watched him as he fixed the glitch, but you rather focused on his concentrated face and how angelic he looked in profile than on how to solve the problem. If someone had asked you, you couldn't have recalled a thing of what he did. Soon he was done and your work was back in its entirety. "Here you go!"

"Oh, thank you! You're an angel!" You half-hugged his torso from the side and he wrapped his arms around your shoulder, chuckling softly.

"You're welcome." When you let him go, he sat down on the couch. "What's your book about?"

That question made you want to melt into the chair. You loved talking about your stories, but no one would listen to all your thoughts. John, on the other hand, seemed genuinely interested. You turned in your chair to face him and smiled. "I start rambling when it comes to writing, you know?"

He nodded. "Got no problem with that."

"Alright, don't say I didn't warn you!"

John listened intently as you talked about the basic outline of the plot and he even asked questions about the characters. How could you say no? You apologized multiple times for babbling, but he just smiled reassuringly whenever you did.

"Can I read a bit?" he asked when you had told him every single character trait and detail about the storyline.

"Er, no... I haven't finished it yet," you stammered as you tried to come up with an excuse. You were a perfectionist writer and never let anyone read a work of yours without editing the whole thing at least twice.

"Come on, I've already read some of it while fixing your computer issue! It's good," he insisted. "Don't you want to give me the honour to be your first reader?" He dramatically put a hand on his chest and feigned a hurt look.

It was only the fifth ring of your alarm at quarter past seven that woke you up after John had already been gone. He usually got up much earlier than you so you didn't have to wait for him to get done in the bath and sometimes when he had to talk about something important with professors before class, he left before you. You figured today was one of those days.

You looked at him skeptically for a few seconds and gave in, hating that you could never resist him. "Only because it's you."

You scrambled to get ready in the bathroom and just when you were getting dressed, you couldn't find any of your pullovers. It was too cold for a shirt and all your other warm clothes were either in the laundry or somewhere in the depths of your closet. You scanned the room for something you could throw on and your eyes fell on John's yellow sweatshirt. No, you can't just steal his clothes! That's only something girls do with their boyfriends! After contemplating for a second, you thought fuck it and quickly put the sweater on - you were in a hurry, after all. Anyway, it wasn't like you were stealing it; you'd give it back to him after school. It still smelled like him and suddenly, you really wanted to know which perfume he used because you loved it. You grabbed your bag and rushed out of the room, praying under your breath that you wouldn't be too late.

Later that day, you met John by the stairs outside the building to walk home. A smirk appeared on his face as you came up to him. "I see you're wearing my sweater?"

You started blushing - you had almost forgotten you were still wearing it. "Uh, yes… I slept through and mine were all in the laundry and this was the only one I could find. Sorry, I barely made it to class in time," you apologized frantically.

John laughed, biting his tongue. "It's fine, really. Actually, it looks pretty cute on you! You can keep it if you want."

"Thanks- I mean, no! You can have it back, it's yours." Did you just hear that correctly or were you fantasizing? He said you looked cute and offered you to keep his sweater? Why did he have to be the literal perfect man at all times? You didn't understand.

He shook his head and grinned. "Well, now it's yours. This is not the only one I own, y'know?"

You stopped arguing and made your way back to the dorm, chatting about your day. Apparently John had tried to wake you in the morning, but you'd been sleeping like a log.

Even when you were sick, he was a real sweetie - even more so than usual. The first thing he did after coming back from class was to make you chicken noodle soup and tea with honey. Most of the time you were sleeping when he came home, so when he was done cooking, he gently woke you up to tell you you could eat. You've gotten into kind of a routine, even though you had told him multiple times he didn't have to do all this and you could get by on your own. He refused. He knew you needed at least some help, but "some help" quickly turned into full mother hen mode.

This time when he came home, you couldn't sleep, so you were sitting on his bed and listening to the unlabeled CD that you had found lying on it. You wondered who the band was because you really liked the music and you'd never heard of them before. Probably some newcomer indie band, you assumed. John was quiet as he opened the door and looked at you in confusion upon noticing you were awake. It was unusual and he was starting to worry if everything was okay.

"(Y/n), what are you doing in my bed?" Not that he minded, he was fine with it as long as you didn't sit on it when he wanted to sleep - and as long as there wasn't someone else in his bed with you.

You pulled your earphones out and put your laptop away. "Oh, just listening to this one CD you left here. It's really good!"

When he understood which one you meant, his face went pale and he climbed up in an attempt to get it back. "No, no! Give it back, you shouldn't listen to it," he stammered nervously, stretching his arm out.

You frowned and lifted the laptop in the air so it was out of reach for him. "Why not?"

"Um… it-it's my band's demo tape," he explained shyly.

"Aww, Deaks! Wait, you're in a band? Since when?" You had so many questions.

John plopped down on his chair, running a hand through his hair. "Since last month. They've written a few songs before with their old band, but they were looking for a bassist and I met the guitarist, Brian, at a party and… yeah, he asked me to join them and that's that."

"What's you guys' name?" you asked and coughed, shifting in the bed so you were lying on your stomach.

"Queen."

You smiled. "That's a cool name! Have you had any gigs yet?"

He shook his head. "No, that's why we recorded the demo with five songs first. We want to send it to a couple of clubs in London, hoping we get some offers. Roger might be able to get us a gig in Truro this summer because his mother lives there. He's the drummer, by the way."

"Tell me when you play a show? I'd love to come!"

"Of course, you'll be the first to know," he said with a wink.

You felt like your heart stopped at his wink, but you quickly got those thoughts out of your head. He was probably just being friendly because you were his roommate and he could use any support he could get. Nothing personal. "Say, who's the singer? Do I know him?"

"Freddie Bulsara. He goes to Ealing and runs a market stall with Roger."

"Hm… don't know him," you murmured and decided to continue asking him about his band because he obviously liked talking about it. "Do you write songs?"

"The others do, but I don't. I only write for myself, but I'm not really good at it," he replied sheepishly.

"C'mon I bet your songs are good, even if you don't think so! Just show them to somebody."

John gave you a warm smile. "Thank you. Maybe I can show you a draft sometime."

Your eyes lit up in excitement. You couldn't believe he actually offered you to be the first to listen to one of his songs. To you, it felt like you had the honour to witness the first steps of a rockstar. "Really? Will you sing it then?"

He laughed and covered his mouth, shaking his head. "I can't sing!"

You made puppy eyes at him. "Okay, maybe I can try, but don't judge me! I've never had lessons, y'know."

The way he looked at you right now almost made you melt. He sounded excited while talking to you about his new project and he always held eye contact, never finding any distractions. His eyes and ears were glued to you and his voice was so soothing, you wished you could fall asleep to it every night.

You yawned into the back of your hand and turned in his bed. "Why is your bed so much more comfortable than mine? That's not fair!"

"Perks of being the first to move in, I guess," he smirked. "I tested the beds and decided this one is better."

You shot him a playful glare and pulled the covers over your head. John chuckled and dragged them back down. "You can take a nap in it if you want, but please don't suffocate yourself. I can't have a dead body lying around in my bed."

"Can I?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I'll just do homework in the meantime. Are you hungry?"

"No, thank you." You rolled over to your side, wrapping the duvet around your body. "Goodnight."

"Night." Unbeknownst to you, John stayed by the bed for a couple of moments, smiling dreamily before finally sitting at his desk and getting to work. Every now and then while doing his homework, he checked on you if you were okay. It was getting a little longer than a small nap, but he didn't want to wake you up because you were sleeping so peacefully.

He was already done for today when you murmured suddenly, "'M cold."

John stood up and grabbed the blanket from the sofa, walking over to you and tucking you in. He slightly rubbed your back, whispering, "Good?"

You shook your head. "No."

"Do you want me to get in and warm you up?" he joked.

"...Please?" You only turned your head a bit, opening one eye.

He hesitated for a moment and almost considered saying no, but you literally asked him to and he could tell you were being serious. Personally, he didn't have anything against it either. It really was pretty cold and the heater hadn't been working properly in the last few days. John turned the desk lamp off and climbed into his bed, careful where to put his hands while wrapping his arms around your waist. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable. It felt strange to both of you, his warm breath tickling your neck as he pulled you close to his chest to warm you up. You were just friends.

"Thanks," you mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

The next morning you woke up with your head on someone's chest. You were confused for a second before remembering what you had asked your roommate to do last night. Your breathing pillow was John and the hand on your back was also his. As well as the hand on your hip... You felt embarrassed for ending up with your legs tangled together because it looked like you had just hooked up, but when you sleep the whole night through, you change your position a lot, right? Anyways, he wasn't awake yet and you used this opportunity to cuddle up to him, burying your face in his Hard Rock Café hoodie that he'd been wearing since yesterday morning, but still smelled of his perfume - Hugo Boss The Scent, as you'd found out recently.

After a moment you noticed him move, but he didn't get very far with half of your body lying on top of him. He tried to open his eyes and murmured, "Morning."

"Morning." Your voice was muffled against his pullover and you didn't bother removing your head. It was just too cozy.

"Slept well?" he rasped, smirking down at you with his eyes at half-mast.

"Yeah. Thanks to my very own heater," you replied nonchalantly, finally looking up.

John nodded and slowly moved his hand from your back up into your hair. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes, resting your head on his chest again. You weren't actually tired anymore, just too lazy to get up. Besides, he practically initiated it and he didn't tell you to get up.

"Oh, sorry!" he apologized and removed his hand from your hip, clearing his throat. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I-"

"Shut up," you muttered and shifted to your back. "It's alright."

To be honest, you were sad that he ruined it by awkwardly apologizing for nullities. You weren't mad at him, you only wished he could have let you stay like this a little longer as you weren't in the mood to get out of bed yet. You rubbed your eyes and looked at the clock above the window. "Shouldn't you be in class right now? It's past eight…"

He shook his head and turned to the side, propping himself up on his elbow. "Nope, all classes are cancelled for today. My professor said we get the day off to work on our battery charger project, but I'd rather lie around for a few more minutes."

You rolled over to face him, surprised by his suggestion to stay in bed. "C'mere," he offered sleepily, pulling you closer.

"Does your girlfriend approve?" you teased, secretly thankful for him to finally do something like making a move. To you, it seemed unrealistic, but why else should he voluntarily cuddle with you in the morning? That's not exactly what friends do.

"Don't have one." He shrugged, adding barely audible, but loud enough for you to hear, "Yet…"

You smiled internally, but it soon faded. Maybe this was the right moment to tell him. Either it would end well or you'd ruin your friendship. Was it really worth the risk? You didn't know; your mind couldn't properly function this early.

"Is there someone specific you're thinking about?" God, this was such a dumb way to approach the topic!

"Maybe." John stared at the ceiling, then glanced over to you. "How about you?"

"Actually… yes," you started carefully.

"Do I know them?"

"Definitely."

He laughed. "Is this gonna be a quiz show? You know you can tell me everything!"

Yes, but not this. You nervously bit your lip. Whatever, go big or go home. "It's you."

"I knew it." He turned his head away, a smile of satisfaction on his face.

Your head shot up and you looked at him in confusion. "W-what do you mean?" Honestly, you didn't know what was going on. Was he just kidding or had he known about it all along? Had somebody told him? But then again, you hadn't told anyone how you felt about John...

"Love, you think you're good at hiding it, but you really aren't," he chuckled, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

You huffed and wiggled out of his arms. "Don't be mad at me! I love you too," he said sincerely. "Really. Sorry for laughing, it's just kinda funny how your signs are obvious, but you're so clueless."

You wanted to be angry at him for laughing, but what really got you was the 'I love you too'. And he meant it! It felt sort of surreal.

"Hey, are you still sick?" he asked all of a sudden, drawing circles on your upper arm.

You raised an eyebrow at the change of topic. Why would he bring this up right now? "As in too sick to go to class or…?"

"As in too sick to get kissed without infecting me," he whispered. "I'd rather not be sick for the next week, even if that would mean spending more time with you."

When you shook your head, he leaned in closer to you, holding your face in one hand and softly brushing his lips against yours. You were too dumbfounded to kiss back at first, but you eventually did, although he ended up doing most of the work. He was really sweet and gentle with no intention to get any further. You could tell he was focused on making this kiss as enjoyable as possible for you and he certainly succeeded.

Even the moment you pulled away made the butterflies in your stomach flutter in delight. John was grinning mischievously. "May I quote the Vine at this point?"

"May I say that would totally ruin the moment?"

[hotchzier]

louis hadn't exactly planned on waking his boy up until it was exactly half an hour before he had to leave. but with how entangled they were it was deemed impossible to get out of harry's bond without waking him up.

"darling." louis called softly, turning his head a bit back so he could look at him.

"darling, i need you to wake up." louis continued softly, reaching out to move his boys hair back and out of his face. he left his hand to gently rub circles in harry's temples.

he really didn't want to leave.

louis leaned over and gently layed his lips against harry's forehead, attempting to wake him up with his kisses.

"hmph", is all he got out of him.

"baby, i gotta get up."

"mmm". harry dived his nose into louis' neck, inhaling deeply.

louis smiled fondly and moved his hand into harry's gorgeous curls. he always loved playing with them, especially during small moments like these where the both of them are intertwined deeply into their bed. voices never higher than a whisper.

louis gently pulled on his curls in order to lift harry's head up a bit so he could move his lips down to his ear. he nudged it a bit and then whispered at him to wake up once again.

"nnnh-not going to." harry mumbled, still nestled into louis' neck.

louis let out a breathy sound, somewhere remotely close to a chuckle.

"and why is that, my boy?"

"if i keep sleeping, you wont leave." harry eventually whispered with his smallest voice he had.

louis' fond smile slowly morphed into a small frown. he knew how hard these moments were on not only harry, but himself too. he quickly turned the mood to a happier setting by letting out a small chuckle after thinking about the "logic" behind harry's words.

"i wish it worked that way, love." he said quietly, and then leaving a peck on the top of his head to seal his words.

"wanna stay here forever". harry whispered as he moved his head to nose louis' cheek.

louis' chin tilted down a bit so his and harry's noses met to rub against eachothers.

butterfly kisses.

their lips eventually found each others as it seems it's impossible for them not to when their faces are this close.

the first kiss of the day, and most definitely not the last.

they layed there and kissed for a bit. as corny as it sounds, the time always feels endless and that their souls have suddenly turned to immortality when their lips have morphed into each others.

when louis reluctantly pulled pack, harry finally opened his eyes. his usually bright green eyes were a bit dull today but they never failed to catch louis' breath.

their eyes didn't pull away until the realization that the time for louis' departure would be here sooner than later.

louis pulled back to look at the analog clock that rested on their bedside table.

9:22 AM the digital, red letters read out.

he'd have to get going at the latest by 11 and considering how this had been going, it'd be a struggle to get him out of the door until he absolutely had to.

when he turned back to harry his eyes layed upon the frown that had came across his face in the past few seconds. he felt himself frowning shortly too.

god, he hated this. he hated leaving his boy.

louis leaned into leave a lingering peck against harry's lips.

"i love you." he whispered against their touching lips.

all harry did was let his lips curl up to a small smile. he knew he was choking on his emotions deep down inside and he was trying his hardest to conceal them.

"gotta take a shower, love." louis started to get up but harry caught onto his arm before he could even swing his feet off the bed.

"lay with me for a bit longer, please, louis."

his hearth ached. his boys voice was so small and sad. he longed to just quit his job as the aspiring journalist he was becoming and lay with harry in a bed forever.

"can't, darling."

water came across to filling the already glassy, emerald eyes of his.

fuck.

louis didn't realize how hard it would be this time. he'd only be gone for five weeks into the states in order to research on a piece he was doing for the different ways life is lived. but it would be the longest they had ever been away from eachother in the span of the 4 years they were together. he wanted nothing more than to take him with him but they just couldn't.

he leaned in to quickly wipe harry's tears, but he refused to lie down again, knowing he wouldn't get up if he did.

"we'll facetime every fucking day. you can call me whenever you need to, no matter what. and we'll text every minute we can. i promise you, my love." louis stated as his hands held onto harry's face.

harry's hand came up to wrap around louis' dainty, but firm wrists. he continued to look louis in the eye as he nodded slowly. "okay." he whispered softly.

"okay?" louis wanted to hear it again to confirm harry got it.

"everyday." is all harry whispered back.

-

as louis stepped out of the steamy bathroom, he found the still ruffled sheets of the bed to be empty. he followed his feet to the kitchen to see the coffee pot incessantly boiling and harry at the table with his journal.

he seemed to be stuck on his thoughts and aimlessly writing in it, more than likely to calm him.

louis came up behind him from where he was seated and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, inhaling harry's scent and then kissing him once more.

"let me make you some coffee before you leave. or tea? you always prefer tea in the mornings, i just thought maybe you needed some caffeine as you do have a long trip ahead of yo-"

"coffee's fine, sweetheart." louis cut his frazzled rambling off with yet another kiss to his lips.

harry turned around to pour louis a cup and handed it to him as he sat back down with louis.

"nothing for you, babe?" louis asked, genuinely curious as harry usually had a cup as well.

"dont think i'd keep it down to be quite honest". he said as his voice trailed off into some distant land of his mind.

louis sighed and turned his body towards harry's seat. he sat there, drinking his coffee, while reviewing all of harry's features. he never, ever could get over how unbelievably lucky he got with this godly gorgeous boy of his.

"stop staring at me". harry said, his voice fining entertainment.

"i cant". louis knew harry could hear the smile in his voice.

harry disregarded the comment, even though is knowing smile stayed on his face as he turned to asked louis if his toothbrush was packed.

"yes, darling, everything i need is ready to go." he said a but, exasperated. he knew harry was just stalling louis' time but they'd gone over his packed bags at least a million times in the past few days.

"okay, love, just checking." harry said, his voice seemed a big lighter now that he was fully awake, but it still had a sad tinge to it.

10:39 AM the clock hanging against their wall now read.

his ears picked up on harry's breath faintly hitching as he turned to see that harry looked at the same time as he did to.

"still got a good 20 minutes, baby. you'll be okay", he said trying his best to calm his boy down.

he got up to put his cup in the sink he turned back around to harry already standing. his eyes had trailed him the few steps to he sink and now to where louis was walking in his direction.

louis slowly wrapped his arms around harry's long and thin torso. harry felt a bit tense in his arms but he slowly relaxed as louis held him tighter once harrys arms wrapped around his neck and his head fell into his shoulder.

they stood their wrapped up into eachother tightly for a good while, both pulling back with glossy eyes.

it really would be a good time to get going then, but louis couldn't find himself to doing it. he wanted to stay here with his boy as much as his boy wanted him to stay too.

when he looked back up again his face contorted into a frown and his eyebrows pulling together at the sight of a tear rolling down harry's face.

louis took his hands and squeezed them. he leaned up to kiss all over his boys face even has the taste of his salty tears made his way into his mouth.

"i'm sorry." the end of harry's words were slightly cracked by his emotions.

"no, don't be, baby. i just hate seeing you so sad."

"i feel selfish for crying. this is your thing that you've been looking forward to for so long and i just- i don't know we've never been away for this long and im gonna miss you so fucking much." now harry's voice cracks were surreal and tears were unstoppable as he chocked on his sobs.

louis' heart was breaking and he felt his eyes fill up to at his darling boy who was a whole emotional wreck. he wasn't any better himself though.

"you're breaking my heart, baby", louis let go of their intertwined hands to wipe harry's tears out of his face. his hands stayed there to rub circles into his cheeks to calm him down. "i promise you i'll be back before no time and when i get back we can lay in bed and watch movies the whole day like we always do, okay?"

harry just nodded as he tried to suppress his sobs even more. it was pretty much time for louis to be leaving, as he should've been at the airport about ten minutes ago.

"i'm so sorry, darling, but i really gotta get going. ill text you the soonest second i can and you can text me every damn time you want to. these five weeks will fly, my boy."

harry was still keen on saying the bare minimum as he leaned into louis' touch and closed the gap between them to kiss louis' lips for the last time in awhile.

they wrapped eachother into their arms one more time, squeezing extra tightly before louis turned to grab his bags to put them in the car.

harry insisted on helping him but louis refused. he just wanted his boy to rest up for now.

as soon as the doors to his taxi closed his phone dinged with a message from harry, he smiled to himself at how extra his boy was.

"miss you so fucking much already xx"

[verooquieremimir]

I never updated this, I wasn't in the mood. But now I am, so... (perpare for my rambles, I need to express my frustation somehow)

The math exam wasn't that hard, I think I did good :) And about the history exam...

It was cancelled.

There was a lot of chaos because of the protest against this exam (I actually don't think this exam is the best way to see your abilities and... I'm gonna stop cuz this isn't about this selection sistem, but I'm aganist the protests that happened during the exam, that made the spanish, math and science exams to be postponed in more than 80 locations). So in this chaos, one of the versions of the history exam was leaked I heared that the math one got leaked too but idk why it was't cancelled And the organism in charge of this exam decided to cancell it in the whole coutry and there's not going to be another one.

I studied very hard for this exam: I continue going to school for whole a month after the classes ended for us just to have history classes alone coz nobody went (12th grades finish school before the rest to prepare for this exam so I had classes thanks to my teacher that continue teaching me in hours between her other classes, bless her♡♡♡), I spent weeks making a time line of chilean history and it is now twice my legth (and my letter is very small, a friend calls it ant-letter), I made another time line of XX century world history, I listened to podcasts, I watched lot of documentals, I hanged out with friends just for studying, I read a lot of stuff, and even the few movies I watched for the last months were about things related to this exam (few because the rest fo the time I was studying or trying to study). Even when in my class chat someone sent like an hour before the 17 questions that were leaked, I didn't read them because I was very confident in all my effort and I wanted to do the exam by myself *laughs with sorrow in spanish* (If it had been the math one, I would have seen it haha) The good thing is that I dind't pay for one of this courses for perparing this exam but lots of my friends did, I feel terrible for them Dx

aNd It WaS fUcKiNg CaNcElLeD!

Being more positive, I love history so I actually enjoyed the study and I learnded a lot. And also for replacing the history score they are going to repeat the best between math, spanish, school grades and ranking, so I'm not going to have trouble at getting in, I hope so But it's very frustating anyway, I'm a nerd and I rlly wanted to do it like you know, to close this whole process and all :p

Well, I was very frustated last week but now I'm very calm. If I had write this a week ago it would be pure desesperation. I just hope now that my scores in math and spanish are good but I'll have to wait two months to know; a lot of ppl weren't able to make the exam becuase of the protests so they still have to actually do the exams so they can start with the score calculation.

Aaaaaa I want this whole thing to be over so I can forget about it! pLeAsE!!!

Sorry for the typos and grammar mistakes, I'm in movile so grammarly isn't helping me rn xD

Tomorrow I start my college admission exams and I’m kind of sick. I almost never get sick but when I do is always at the worst moment possible *sobs while coughing*

I’m very nervous too! but happy coz I’ll be totally free from this nightmare by Tuesday afternoon… At least until the day they give me the results. But that’s in a month so I’ll be totally free this whole time :D

[likeshipsonthesea]

bro i'm so far down in your nursey tag it's like 3 am i got class in a few hours but instead of sleeping i'm bawling into my pillow over all the wonderfully written nursey angst. the only reason i'm stopping is so i have more to read tomorrow, but nonetheless thank you for being so talented and sharing it all w us. take care xx

Oh wow, thank you! Nursey makes me really sad when I think about how he grew up and even if he had super cool parents and stuff like boarding school would have taken him away from them and I hc hard that his parents are business moguls whose work is their lives and like, there’s more to them than just that and like reasoning why they neglect Nursey so much, BUT I STILL HATE THEM FOR IT like this small bean only wanted to share his enthusiasm with other people and he was so continually shot down and told to be quiet and ignored that it left him unable to get excited without worry and he restrained himself so much BUT NOW AT SAMWELL no one will put up with that shit like Lardo makes him rant about poetry at three in the morning and Chowder listens attentively whenever Nursey talks about the rainforest and Bitty comes back to their conversation about fashion after arming himself with questions and information and like

They indulge his interests to the point where they’re interested too and I just love the idea of Nursey finally opening up and letting himself get excited about things without thinking that people will shun him for it.... which is completely irrelevant to what you said, but I guess I’m in a rambling mood.

Thank you so much! I’m sorry you lost sleep over me- which I’d tell you is bad, but you probably already know that, and I’d tell you not to do it again, but I try not to be too hypocritical if I can avoid it- but I’m glad you enjoy my Nursey hcs and writings and angst. My goal is to make everyone as sad about him as I am. And then happy about him again, of course, but mainly the sad thing. :)