#if i just left and never came back nobody would've noticed

[c28hunter]

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[jeansplaytoy]

‘ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 .

part four !

part three here. > if u didn’t read it. no proof read , sorry for the wait 😣 this parts kinda boring butttt i gotchu later.

you were confused. really confused.

“what’re you doing at my window?” you whispered after opening it. “can you let me in? this ladder ain’t that sturdy.” armin muttered, glancing down.

you glanced back at your door and sighed, shaking your head and stepping back to let armin in. you went over to your door and locked it. “you should be happy we’re friends, because if we weren’t-“

“i know. i know.” armin mumbled, stumbling through the window and closing it behind him. he placed his backpack to the side and sat on the edge of your bed. “fuck.” he whispered to himself, resting his face in his hands.

“you okay? what happened?” you frowned a little and stood in front of him.

“what doesn’t happen at that dumbass house?” armin mumbled, laying back on your bed. you pursed your lips together. “was it your dad?” he looked at you. “hell yeah. it’s nobody else but him.”

you didn’t know much about armin, or learn much about him that night, other than the fact that his dad was a complete asshole and his mom was basically helpless when it came to him.

“you know.. theres not a lot i can say about the situation. but i think you need to talk to somebody about that. because it goes left.”

“tryna get me killed?”

“i’m tryna help.”

armin scoffed. “yeah, ‘cus telling somebody that my dad got physically with me is gonna help.”

“i didn’t know that.”

he stayed quiet after your statement. you couldn’t do anything but sit beside him and stare at the wall. “ion wanna involve you in nothing but…. you think i can stay here?"

you frowned. "what? are you… dumb?"

"no. or i would've ran away by now. but im asking someone thats actually willing to help."

"how do you know if im willing to help?"

"you cant say no."

you smacked your lips. "armin, you really piss me off sometimes. but i’ll help, just because i don’t want you to get in trouble or sum shit.” you stared at him with bored eyes. “but we gotta keep this a secret. if you’re gonna stay here, you have to stay in my room, unless you wanna go home.”

“believe me, i don’t.” he yawned.

as you looked at armin, you couldn’t help but notice the small bruise forming on his collarbone. “is he always like that?”

you could tell the question surprised armin, like he didn’t know you were gonna even bother to ask more about what him and his dad had going. but he answered anyway.

“he never got physical as in punching and shit like he did today. but ion really care.”

“well you should care because that’s not something a dad does.”

“well it’s something my dad did so what.” armin sat up and looked at you. “just because your dad doesn’t do that to you means my dads not gonna do it to me?”

“i never said that.” you stared blankly at armin.

he started back before resting his eyes. “right.” he muttered before standing up and reaching in his backpack. “there’s a shower in this room? or i gotta risk going out?” he looked at you. “there’s a shower in here, but make it quick. it’s already late, and my moms knows i don’t shower late.” you said.

armin nodded in response, taking his clothes in the bathroom. he stopped at the door. “is there men’s soap in here?”

you looked at him for a second.

-

“you fuckin serious?”

you couldn’t even get your words out from how long you were laughing at how armin smelled.

“you smell like a babyyy.” you said, wiping the tears that formed from laughing so hard. he basically used your soap instead of whatever soap you told him to use.

so there he was, standing there with shorts on, no shirt, pursing his lips together at how awkward it was.

“it’s literally not even a problem armin. you used my soap, i didn’t tell you to do that.” you shrugged as you got up to get your clothes ready for a shower. “you’re annoying.” he raised his eyebrows and sat down on your bed.

“well you’re gonna be here for a while, so you might as well get used to it.” you poked his head.

as time passed of you showering, armin looked around your room.

“peculiar ass room.” he mumbled, standing up to look at your dresser for things to cure his boredom.

you had random things on your vanity, like a random journal that he didn’t really care for looking in. or he did, he just didn’t wanna invade your privacy. and then random little glass figures like angels and stuff.

as his eyes glanced over almost everything, he picked up a bottle of perfume. he opened it and smelled it, it smelled good. like you, most of the time you were together. but as he shook it he saw it was almost gone. he bummed and put it back down.

then there was a picture. looked like you as a chubby little toddler. and someone else. armins eyes softened. he knew what he was thinking. he just didn’t wanna ask. yet.

that was until you walked out of the steamy bathroom, sighing loudly. “i’m done. after boiling for forty minutes.” you mumbled, waving yourself to cool off. he didn’t look up until you went over to him. “whatcha lookin at?”

“who’s this?” he pointed.

you tilted your head before raising your eyebrows. “that’s my dad.” you said, staring at the picture. “what happened?”

you thought about it. what did happen? “my mom ran him off. but she tells me he left because he didn’t want anything to do with a kid anymore.” you muttered while turning around to lay across your bed.

“fucked up.” armin said, picking up the frame. he looked at it. it looked like there were more pictures underneath. as he took the main picture out, smaller ones started to fall out. like little polaroids and cut outs.

“ain’t then when we was little or sum?” he held up another picture for you to see. “why’re you looking at those?”

“cause you’re life’s more interesting than mine.”

“so.”

“so tell me about it.”

part 5 soon.

[not-5-rats]

bodie, marco and/or timmy headcannons? maybe?

Hmmm okay, a please would be nice though /j, you didn't specify what kind of hcs sooooo you're getting silly ones :3

!!!Nonsense Gator Boys HCs ^^!!!

Bodie:

He is the only one that can navigate the swamps, nobody else has any clue where they're going

His posture is...not amazing, he's so used to bending down slightly when around Timmy...his posture has never been the same

He enjoys cooking with people, it's a nice way to spend time together

Dude would love Paddington, I feel no need to elaborate

An issue he has is his willingness to put others' needs above his own, it came out slightly when Bug arrived with their injured leg but it becomes very obvious when somebody he cares for is ill. He won't sleep, or look after himself properly because he needs to ensure they're doing alright.

He's fully prepared to die in the arena, he couldn't stand losing anybody else atp...he's ready to throw himself in dangers way at a seconds notice if it means everyone else will be alright

I don't think he could live with himself if he let anybody else die in the arena...if he lost the only people he had left, he'd probably lose himself as well

He has a vast knowledge on which fungi are edible and which aren't

Timmy:

Lost. He's constantly loosing his path, but he always finds his way back in the end

He spends most of his time climbing, whether it be trees, vines, piles of rocks, anything

Adding on to my last point, if you & him were together he would randomly drop from the trees and give you a lil kiss on the forehead/ cheek

Floor time - y'know when you're super burnt out and lie on your back, on the floor, just lie there for a few hours? Yeah that's Timmy

He doesn't always properly analyse the risks of certain activities, luckily he's nimble enough to often get out of these tight situations but he's received a couple injuries due to his impulsiveness

He's so overwhelmed right now, what the fuck is going on with his life. His parents are alive, his mother's a dragon, he's part dragon, Bodie's his uncle...everything is suddenly so different...he feels...lost

At points he wishes the Hunters had just went through with killing him when they found him...things would've been so much simpler then

He makes friendship bracelets, like the bead ones, he puts people's names on them

Marco:

Enjoys the rain, idc what you say, they're a rain lover

Why is Marco fruity? I can't quite put my finger on what type of fruit, but like...undeniably some sort of queer (I love them)

They would have had such an intense emo phase (which then evolved into kinda gothic adult)

They have like a mini museum in their bag, so many random things from such odd places, it's admirable

They could have stopped this from happening. Well maybe they could have, if they were around more maybe there was something they could have done that would've stopped Timmy from being taken...stopped this whole mess from happening

The guilt. It's fucking unbearable. Why did they constantly have to be gone, why couldn't they just stick around for 5 bloody minutes!

They want to change, they want to be there for their friends...but at this point, they feel like it's too late. Bodie and Timmy are so close and now it's revealed they're actually related!...is there even space for Marco anymore...are they even wanted at this point?

They like frogs

[whumpy-wyrms]

Blood Runs Cold #1: You’re All Mine

masterlist | next

content: death, gore, dead bodies, blood drinking, cannibalism, cold whump, claustrophobia, nonsexual nudity, begging, manhandling, invasion of privacy, drugging, defiant immortal whumpee, creepy possessive vampire whumper

NEW SERIES!! very excited about this :D i explained a bit about it here if you wanna read that, but you don’t have to!

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It was just another normal night at the morgue for Silas. There must’ve been an accident earlier, leaving two humans dead and transported straight to his doorstep, lifeless and completely at his mercy.

Two humans. One male, one female, both seemingly in their early 20s with no obvious signs of death. Their clothes and possessions were tossed to the side, discarded and unneeded. Silas began his work, filling the air with the sounds of pens on clipboards and scalpels on skin. His work was meticulous, practiced, quick. The causes of death was something he had never cared to ponder over; just an observation, just another thing to write down in the reports.

No, there was something else about this work that captivated Silas, something that was only reinforced by these two humans. The work was morbid, dark, disturbing. He wasn’t in it for the money, or for some strange fascination he had with the human body, no. He was in it for the blood, and these humans would provide him with more than enough.

Two perfect humans. They had been delivered by the hospital, but there was nobody here to claim them, to name them. These bodies were without a family, without anyone to identify them, or plan a burial for them. These bodies had been abandoned by their own kind. And that’d only meant they were free for the taking.

Two corpses: flesh, guts, bones and all. Nobody would come looking for these poor souls. They were all for him.

Just like every time he had finished the proper paperwork and preparations, Silas dug into his new meal. In ravaging hunger, the vampire teared through the flesh of the corpses, savoring every moment. His glowing red eyes turned to slits, wild and monstrous as he fed, losing every sense of humanity he had left. Nothing about this was clean, tidy, proper. Silas was a vampire– a monster– and he would feast like one.

As he sucked both of the corpses dry of their sweet blood, he couldn’t help but savor the shorter one’s taste. It was delicious. It was divine. He couldn’t imagine what it would've tasted like when they were alive. But it was too late now, he supposed.

Silas picked up the smaller human’s body, brushing his hand over the other’s cold, unmoving face. The thing’s eyes were wide and lifeless, but full of color in this dull place. Silas stared for a moment, noticing something unique about this human; that one eye was green, the other blue. What fascinating, yet helpless creatures, they never ceased to surprise him. He laid the bloody body in one of the mortuary freezers, gently shutting their eyelids closed, and did the same with the other.

Silas licked his lips, relishing the last of his free meal. Sure, the blood of all the corpses that came here was always stale, old, dead. But it was far safer than hunting for humans in town and risking getting killed by the vampire hunters that lurked in the shadows. Of course, Silas couldn’t always hold back his yearn for fresh blood or the thrill of the hunt, but the corpses here held him off and kept him safe.

Silas, well fed for the night, went to sleep as the sun rose over his graveyard.

. . .

Aspen woke to dead silence. And cold. His limbs felt frozen, numb, hard to even move from their position. He was so cold that he felt like it was a miracle he was even alive.

The next thing Aspen noticed was that he was laying flat on a hard surface, which was also ice cold to the touch. He blinked his eyes, but found nothing but complete darkness all around him. Trying to sit up, Aspen bumped his head on a surface only inches above him.

Aspen’s heart started racing. He felt around with his arms, and realized his entire body was completely enclosed, metal walls surrounding every side of him. He was trapped.

“H-hey!” Aspen called out, his voice feeling strained with disuse, but loud and echoey in the quiet air. “Help! L-Let me out! Is anybody there? Hello?” Aspen’s pleads were met with nothing but an eerie silence.

Tears pricked in Aspen’s eyes when he realized nobody was coming to help. His chest heaved rapidly, breath hitching in his throat. He needed to get out of here. Aspen panicky kicked and scratched against his cold prison, but nothing budged. His heartbeat quickened when he realized he wasn’t wearing any clothes.

He was covered in nothing but a thin white sheet that was draped over his head and ran all the way down to his ankles. It did nothing to drown out the chill, so all he had left was to weep in despair. “Let me out! Anybody! Lyle! Please!” Aspen continued to kick and struggle, but it was no use.

Nobody answered his calls. Nobody answered his pleads for help. Aspen was all alone.

. . .

Silas woke to blood-curdling screaming. And living in a morgue that was always filled with lifeless, decaying corpses, this was a bad sign. Silas made sure nothing ever made any noises in this place because he preferred the dead silence. Nobody else was even supposed to be here.

Silas slowly climbed out of his coffin, covering his ears from that annoying, incessant screaming. He pointed his nose upward and sniffed through the air. Human.

Well, whatever poor soul that had happened to wander into this place after hours was fair game to him. It was the vampire’s dinner, now. Silas licked his lips and began making his way down the stairs.

Once he reached the main floor, Silas could hear the human’s rapid heart, beating through his ears. He could practically smell their fear, but they were nowhere to be seen. Surveying his surroundings, Silas realized the banging and scratching was coming from one of the freezer cabinets, the ones that stored corpses.

But whatever was in there was alive.

Well, that wasn’t right. The two humans from last night were long dead, and Silas had made sure to bleed them both dry. There was no possible way for another human to get in here without alerting him, especially since those freezers were locked shut.

Silas walked through the room, his footsteps echoing off the walls. The vampire couldn’t help but smile; the soft whimpering and cries for help sounded like music to his ears, he almost wanted to leave the human locked in there for a little while longer. It wasn’t often he had live prey.

Silas plucked his keys from the wall, and walked lazily to the freezers. The human’s helpless little noises came to a stop, as if whoever was in there noticed there was someone else in the room and was waiting patiently to be let out. Now standing right outside his little accidental captive, Silas recognised their scent as a corpse from the night prior.

Silas was a few hundred years old. He’d seen the undead– he was the undead– something like this wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibilities. But he’d usually be able to tell if someone was a supernatural creature like him. They looked human, smelled human, tasted human, but may have just cheated death itself. Something strange was happening here, and Silas was thrilled to get to the bottom of it.

He clicked the key in place, unlocking the freezer and hearing the human’s heartbeat speed up in anticipation. Silas quickly pulled out the drawer with a whoosh, the sudden motion causing the human to shriek in surprise, falling out of the shelf and landing roughly on the floor.

Silas tilted his head, intrigued. This was the human from last night, without a doubt. But their body was completely intact, to the looks of it. Their heart was still pumping, blood flowing through their body and eyes filled with more life than Silas had ever seen. His little snack really had come back from the dead.

“Agh! H-hey…” The human stammered, holding the white sheet tightly over their body. They looked around the room with a wary expression, eyes wide and alert. Using the wall for support, they stumbled up on shaking legs and slowly started backing away from Silas. “Wh-what’s going on? Where am I? Who are you?” The human asked in their soft, shaky voice.

Silas ignored their questions and started slowly creeping towards them. The human’s breath hitched and they scurried away in fear, sheet dragging behind them. Despite it being mid-day, the room was completely dark; windows covered in thick curtains to keep out the sunlight, but Silas could see everything just fine. The human ran blindly through the room until seemingly tripping over their own feet.

Silas smiled as his captive gasped in pain, landing roughly on the cold floor. He flicked on the light, and watched their wandering eyes land on a small piece of paper attached to their foot. They ripped it off, looking it over in their hands confusingly. It was a tag. Silas could almost see the gears turning in the poor thing’s little head as their eyes went wide in horrified realization.

Once the human had noticed Silas stalking towards them, it was too late; they were already cornered. They pulled the sheet tighter over their body and curled up in a trembling ball.

Silas loomed over his prey, taking in their shivering form, and they looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes. “What’s a little thing like you doing in a place like this?” Silas teased, face filled with mock sympathy, already knowing the answer.

The human cowered under the vampire’s predatory gaze. “I– I don’t… I just woke up in there…” They whispered. “What’s going on? Wh-Where are my clothes? It’s– It’s freezing in here.”

Silas smiled and crouched down in front of them, making his prey squirm under his stare. “Aww, you don’t remember? I ripped you to shreds last night.” Silas hummed, smiling menacingly. “I tore your body inside out. You should not be alive right now.”

“What–”

Faster than the human could comprehend, Silas ripped the sheet away, needing to get a look at their body. To his surprise, they were completely healed. No wounds, dried blood, or scar in sight. It was as if they had never been dead in the first place.

“Hey!” The human exclaimed, horrified, and yanked that flimsy thing back– as if that would keep them safe. “What the fuck?!”

Silas smirked. “Feisty one, aren't you?”

“What– just stop! Tell me what’s going on!” The human looked around the room in a panic, seemingly searching for something– or someone. “And where’s– where’s Lyle?”

“Who?”

“My friend.” They seethed, but their anger couldn’t hide their fear. “S-Something happened. I don’t… Just– tell me why I’m here! I wanna go home. Tell me what’s happening!”

The human let out a gasp as they felt a sudden sharp sting on their cheek. Silas had slapped them. “Shut up.”

The human brought their hand to their cheek, fresh tears forming in their eyes. “B-But–”

Silas wrenched his fist in the other’s hair, yanking their head back. “You want me to tell you what happened? You died, human,” The vampire hissed. “You’re in a morgue. You were brought here yesterday by the hospital. Nobody identified you, nobody claimed your body, nobody came to pay respects. So I drained your blood like I do to every corpse.”

Silas smiled and poked his captive in the stomach playfully. “As well as take a bit more than what I normally do. It was the most delicious blood I've ever tasted, and it smells even better now that you’re alive. I can’t imagine what it tastes like now.”

“Wait, y-you… You’re a–”

“Yes. I’m a vampire. Took you long enough.” Silas grinned, showing his fangs. “And you wanna know what? I can hear your little heart racing, human. I know how terrified you are of me right now, and that fear is intoxicating.”

“You– You’re lying. This isn’t real, I didn’t die. Just leave m-me alone.”

“Oh, human, but that’s where you’re wrong.” Silas said in a sickeningly sweet voice. “This is as real as it can be. You came back from the dead, and I am going to savor every moment of draining the life back out of you.”

Silas crawled closer, gaze turning predatory and deadly. Despite being locked in a cold freezer all day and night, the little thing’s heart was still pumping warm blood through their veins. All for him. Silas couldn’t wait to get another taste.

His prey scrambled backwards, wincing as they backed themself against the wall. “St-Stay away from me.”

“You’re in no position to make demands, little one. I can do whatever I want with you. You’re all mine.” Then, the vampire pounced, eyes wild and animalistic. Silas dug his nails into the human’s back, holding them close and making them scream in agony. With his other hand, he gripped onto their hair and wretched their pale neck to the side.

Being this close to a live human, it was hard to resist the warmth that radiated off of them. Silas’ usual prey was cold, dead corpses, and he’d never had enough time to relish in the warmth of the human body while hunting outside. But this? This was a real treat. And hearing the little thing’s heart flutter in terror was always the best part of the hunt.

His human struggled against Silas’ grip, kicking and scratching in a futile attempt to get away. That only made this feast more thrilling. Silas clamped his fangs into their neck, tearing into their flesh as if they were nothing but a piece of meat made to be eaten.

His prey screamed in excruciating pain, pushing their weak arms against Silas’ body, fighting with everything they had. Which, unfortunately for them, wasn’t even close to enough. Silas yanked his hand from their back, licking the blood from his fingers and using that hand to muffle the human’s screams.

Silas bit down again, sucking more blood from the human’s veins. They were sobbing into his hand, salty tears running down their chin. This only made Silas squeeze harder, his nails breaking their skin and drawing more blood.

He couldn’t take it anymore, it was time to dig in. Silas pushed the human flat on their back and crawled over them. He clawed into their chest cavity with superhuman strength, tearing through flesh and muscle and bones until he got to the heart. Silas paid no mind to the human’s sputtering breath as he reached into the viscera and pulled out their beating heart. He slowly squeezed the life out of it, watching the light fade from the human’s wide eyes, and took a bite.

After a while, Silas stood, panting, and wiped the blood from his face with his equally bloody sleeve. He laughed softly to himself, it had been a long time since he’d experienced a feeding that exhilarating. He needed more.

Silas left the corpse slumped against the wall as he fetched the little thing’s belongings, the sound of blood splashing under his boots echoing through the room. Only a couple things arrived with them the day prior; their phone, wallet, glasses, and of course the clothes on their back. Silas grabbed their phone and walked back to the corpse. He held their head up with their hair, and unlocked their phone using face ID. Silas smiled; he was in. This human was making this so easy for him.

Silas had usually never cared about the bodies that were transported here, and the lives that they had lived. They were nothing but food to him. But this was a special case. Silas wanted to learn as much information about this human as possible, and what better way to start than their name?

Aspen. Aspen Marlow. Cute.

Looking through Aspen’s phone, Silas found no new messages or calls, nobody checking in to see if they were okay despite being gone for well over two days now. In fact, the poor thing only seemed to have one close friend; a girl named Lyle Berkley. Neither of their names supposedly reflected the names on their legal documents, but that didn’t matter. Looking through Aspen’s photos, Silas found that the two of them did everything together.

They were inseparable, even up until their mysterious deaths, the two of them never left each other’s sides. It was obvious now that Lyle had been the other body transported here with Aspen. But unlike Aspen, she had never woken up.

Silas sauntered over to Lyle’s body, but before he even arrived, he could tell just from the smell that she was still dead. Ah, no matter. Silas only needed the one human anyway. He locked the taller corpse away in a freezer and went back to the main attraction.

Silas sat and observed Aspen’s corpse for hours, watching in morbid curiosity as their body began to heal itself. The blood eventually dried over his wounds, and the flesh mended itself back together. It took all day, but when all the scars but one faded, the human looked good as new.

Aspen was still dead, though. Silas picked up the body and moved it away from the puddle of blood. He retrieved their clothes— a green dinosaur hoodie and baggy blue jeans— and put them on Aspen.

Then, Silas continued scrolling through their phone, waiting for his little human to wake up.

. . .

After only a few more hours, the human began to stir. Silas dropped everything he was doing and kneeled beside Aspen, staring at the boy intently. His heart had started beating, slowly and faintly at first, hardly noticeable. But now, the little thing’s heart was racing.

Aspen turned over in his sleep, groaning in pain and mumbling to himself. Silas scoffed and roughly shook the human awake, watching him blink up at him with those weird eyes of his.

Aspen immediately flinched back, eyes going wide in the terror Silas loved. “Y-You! Get away from me!”

Silas only inched closer, the maniacal look on his face filling Aspen with dread. The vampire was giddy with excitement. “You’re awake. You’re alive!”

“Y-yeah, I am! So- so just leave me alone! Please! I don’t know what you want from me!” Aspen had barely been awake for a minute and he already wished he could disappear. His head ached, his memories felt foggy and far away. Thinking back, all he could recall was pain and agony. And…

Death. He had died.

Aspen blinked. His death hurt to think about, so he didn’t. He’d also rather ignore the vampire’s ecstatic expression and blood red eyes piercing into him.

Looking past the vampire, Aspen realized he was still in the same room, just stuffed in a different corner. He was thankful to have his clothes back, though. Aspen pulled his hoodie strings tight, relishing in the small comfort it gave him. Though, nothing could beat the cold.

“Aspen,” Silas hummed. “You’re not going to just ignore me and expect to get away with it.”

“Huh?” Aspen mumbled into his hoodie. “How do you even know my name?”

The vampire chuckled deeply. “I know everything about you, Aspen.”

Aspen looked up. “What? H-How?”

Silas smiled mischievously and pulled out Aspen’s phone from his pocket. “I’ve seen what you post on social media, human. And I have your wallet.” Silas’ smile widened as Aspen’s face warped in horror. “Aspen Marlow. Age twenty, born and raised here in Toronto Canada. You were born July 25–”

“Hey!” Aspen exclaimed with a shaky voice, sitting up. “That’s private! Give it back! It’s mine!” Silas stood, towering over him.

“--And you died yesterday, October first. You’re supposed to be dead, Aspen,” The vampire said in a sickeningly sweet voice. “Dead people don’t have possessions.”

“Please just give it–” Aspen tried to grab his phone, and Silas swiped his hand away, lazily walking around behind him. Aspen turned, glaring at the vampire in a fiery anger. Silas looked the human up and down in consideration. “Still have some spark left in you, do you now?”

“I– Just give me back my stuff!”

Silas tapped Aspen’s phone with his nails, and continued talking in his smooth tone. “Your entire life’s in this thing, huh? Seems so. I know all about you now. All your darkest secrets, all your deepest desires. Your hobbies, your dreams, what you love, what you hate.” Silas smirked wickedly. “Your nightmares, your weaknesses, your fears…”

Aspen’s voice wobbled. “Hey–”

“You wanna know what else I know, Aspen? You’re a nobody. A complete fucking nobody. Nobody’s looking for you. Nobody cares that you’re dead. I’m surprised you managed to have such a close friendship with, ah, who was it? Lyle? I feel bad for her for–”

“Stop!” Aspen shouted, attempting to push Silas to the ground. The vampire didn’t even budge.

Silas blinked. “Wow. Okay. Here you go.” Silas held out the human’s phone in his hand lazily. As Aspen reached out for it, the vampire swiftly snapped the thing in half before Aspen could grab it, dropping the pieces to the ground.

“Hey!” Aspen cried. Silas smirked as the human dropped to his knees, picking up the remains of his phone. “No! Why did you do that?!” The human babbled incomprehensible nonsense about his friend, looking up at Silas with tears in his eyes as the vampire circled him. It was pathetic.

Silas sighed and knelt down, cupping the human’s face in his hands. “Calm down. Everything’s going to be fine.”

“What– what happened to Lyle? Where is she? What did you do to her?”

“Nothing,” Silas cooed, patting Aspen’s cheek. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Don’t worry about her.”

“Just let me go. What do you even w-want with me?”

Silas grinned. “Don’t you see, Aspen? I finally have a solution to all of my problems. You can’t die! No matter how much blood I take, you’ll just keep coming back and giving me more.”

Aspen’s face fell in despair. “N-No. You can’t.”

“I won’t have to drink the disgusting blood from the corpses anymore, or hunt and risk being killed by those incessant hunters. I have an infinite source of the most fresh, tastiest blood I’ve ever had right in the palm of my hands. Nobody will be coming to look for you because you’re dead, Aspen. I will never let you go.”

“No, p-please,” Aspen cried. “You can’t do this. I wanna go home.”

“Shhh,” Silas cooed. “You’re mine. This is your home now.” Silas chuckled deeply, voice getting darker. “And you’ll learn to like it here.”

Silas grabbed the human’s wrist and yanked him forward. Aspen whimpered, feeling a deep sense of dread in his stomach. Silas considered him a moment, and gently sunk his teeth into his veins. But this feeding felt different to Aspen. His neck started to feel numb where he had been bitten, and that feeling slowly spread to the rest of his body. After a moment, Aspen slumped forward against Silas’ body, mumbling broken pleas under his breath.

“Wh… what’s happening to me?” Aspen whimpered, eyelids drooping. He pushed weakly against the vampire, but he was far too cold and sleepy to fight back.

“Don’t struggle, Aspen. Let me enjoy this.”

“P-please…”

“You like it, don’t you? I told you you would. Just relax, Aspen. Let the venom do its work.”

Aspen struggled to keep his eyes open, blinking rapidly through tears. He shivered against the vampire’s cold body. Then, the poor thing finally succumbed to the venom, all the fight left in him completely drained. His head slowly lolled to the side as he lost consciousness. Silas continued drinking, basking in his sweet blood, until he felt Aspen’s little heart beating no more.

Silas smiled, licked the wound closed, and ruffled the corpse’s hair. He had almost never used venom on his prey, but playing with his food was all part of the fun.

Silas hauled Aspen over his shoulder and walked across the room. He wrenched the door to the basement open, and shoved the corpse inside. The thing toppled down the stairs like a stack of bricks, blood painting its path. The corpse landed on the concrete floor, pale and lifeless.

The vampire shut the door. The sound of a lock clicking shut echoed through the room, and Silas once again trapped Aspen somewhere cold and dark, all alone.

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hope everyone likes the first chapter!! i have sooo much planned for this series so stay tuned :) i don’t mind being sent requests about what you wanna see with these characters either!

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[pendarling]

Power Imbalance 2

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Villain walked to Henchman's desk. Their second in-command's office was in a building further from their own, primarily because it overlooked other rooms where most of Villain's staff worked. The room buzzed with excitement as Villain approached.

"Good afternoon, boss." One of them said as they opened the door for Villain. They waved them off and walked inside. Each person who met Villain's eyes had either straightened up stiffly or greeted them warmly. The mixed reactions were genuinely strange. Usually, they wouldn't come this close to lower-ranking members who weren't the first five people after Henchman.

Villain lifted the smooth slip of paper from their jacket and read the number as they entered the escalator to the highest floor. They'd never physically been in this building before, but at least the numbering system was similar to their building.

"Room 2-18D." They kicked their lips and saw the large white entrance. In bold letters, the name of their Henchman was plastered on the wall, followed by their in-office schedule. However, what caught Villain off-guard was the brutal spray-painted words. A large image of a hand flipped off what was supposed to be directed at Henchman. Villain furrowed their brows and looked around the floor. It was almost empty, and nobody nearby looked to be suspicious.

Villain unlocked the door and entered the quiet room; large window panels were left untouched, and they stared at the scene below them of the city as it bathed in the evening light. Villain stepped toward the desk and gathered the paper Henchman was supposed to work on for that day. They could only hope it would be enough to make their right hand feel better. If they had known sooner— no, if they were more actively involved in what happened, they would've put a stop to it. Hopefully, this hadn't been going on since the day Villain first employed Henchman.

As for the spray paint, they'd need to call someone over to clean it up and find the perpetrator behind it.

Villain shut the door behind them and walked back to the elevator, their mind racing with ideas on how to counteract the unexpected bullying. It was strange to see that even the highest ranking of the group could still be a victim. The elevator paused at the third level, and a group of what looked to be new members froze in their spots.

"I'm so sorry! We didn't know you occupied this one!" He of the girls said as she bowed her head in shame. The others followed suit.

"Not a problem," Villain stepped off. "This is my stop anyway." A look of relief came across all their faces. It wasn't Villain's stop at all, but convincing a loyal team like that to join them would take forever, and Villain didn't feel like putting up a fight. They've already had enough of their subordinates fear them.

As the silver doors closed behind Villain, they walked around to search for a different exit. "Should be some stairs here…" they mumbled and briskly strode against the solid black tiles until their shoes met soft carpets again and glass windows. "Damn." They were really lost this time. All of the halls looked the same. Plain whites and cream-coloured carpets followed by glowing green signs at every turn.

"Boss?" Their name was called from behind, and Villain turned around. To their relief, they had met their fourth highest-ranking member.

"Sharp-Shooter!" Villain's face lit up as they walked up to them. "What're you doing here?"

They laughed, "I should be asking you that."

Villain took notice of the large gun strapped around them, which matched the black suit they wore. Their red visors reflected the light, and Villain couldn't be more impressed.

"Did you just come back from a mission?"

Sharp-Shooter slung the tall gun over their shoulder. Villain didn't recognize it at all, and their subordinate could tell. "Nope, just practicing this new model right here at the shooting range downstairs.

'We have one of those?" Villain held their tongue. "Interesting."

"And you?"

"Well, I just came to collect some of Henchman's stuff and get out of here."

"Let me get that for you." They reached up and collected the papers from their hands. "C'mon. I'll walk you to the exit."

Villain had to withhold thanks in order to maintain their presence. Instead, they gathered up the courage to ask something else. "Say, you don't know anything about what's been happening with…" they shrugged.

"With?" Shooter responded and glanced back at Villain as they descended the steps.

"General things that might be a problem I should know about." They clarified, now feeling the weight of the conversation. This should've been easier. It has always been easy to speak with someone of a lower rank than them, but for some reason, talking about topics in regards to Henchman felt like an impossible task. They wanted to help. But it felt a lot harder than they expected it to.

Shooter remained silent and led them further, "I don't see any problems, boss."

Villain nodded; either Shooter told the truth, or they were also a part of it. All of this was still hard for their minds to wrap around. Their own Henchman? Was the second person in charge deliberately targeted? It didn't make any sense. Maybe Villain was overthinking this, but then again, Henchman wasn't always this upset when they first started.

"You know anybody who might cause trouble?" They probed. By now, they were certain that Shooter was probably going to talk amongst the rest of the team about their leader catching on. If they were going to stop the harassment, it would be because of their actions, and in order to set things straight, they needed answers. Shooter took a long time before responding to each question. Perhaps think about the outcomes of each answer thoroughly. Even their walking speed has significantly slowed.

"Sorry." They repeated, "I honestly can't tell. I don't socialize much. Always trying to improve my aim."

"I understand." They murmured half-disappointingly. Villain knew they weren't going to receive an answer they liked, but having nothing at all didn't help.

Villain cooly followed behind Shooter until they arrived at ground level and reached the double doors.

Villain took the stacks of paper from them. "Good luck at practice."

Shooter fixed their hair awkwardly. "Just my job."

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[katxxgrace]

ArthurTv - I Wait For You

Warnings: Swearing/Adult Humor, Fluff.

Chapter One - Arthur Frederick POV

Birds Don't Sing

She was so beautiful, not only in the way that I found her physically attractive. She was attractive in every sense of the word. Angelic featured that fit her face perfectly - her warm, compassionate smile she rarely allowed to spread across her face, making it all the more wonderful when she did, her shaded, eyeliner-surrounded eyes that lit up when she heard a song she particularly liked, or when she received a compliment. Her soft, silky hair that flowed from her scalp like a beautiful brunette waterfall, the way she dressed how she wanted - nobody could sway her opinions of how she wanted to represent herself which I dearly admired and respected about her.

And of course, her wonderful [in every single way] personality, her humor - the jokes she told, the way she could make me laugh at her own annotations she would add to things she thought no one would notice or find funny. The level of raw emotion she felt and put into things she did - an unrivaled, unapologetic passion for things she loved.

She was perfect in every sense of the word - charming, and funny, and gorgeous, and smart in her own ways, and a million words more I wish I could say to her-

"Arthur! Jesus Christ..." Georges voice rang through my whole head, waking me from my thoughts and bringing me back to whatever planet I lived on.

"Did you actually watch any of that or were you daydreaming the whole time?" Chris joked next.

I spoke meekly, "No, I was just thinking about something that's all."

A light chuckle left George's lips, "What about, I wonder?" The sarcasm thay ran through his voice made it painstakingly obvious of what he meant.

"I wasn't- I'm not thinking about Y/N, okay?" I defended myself, knowing what was coming next.

"You so were," Chris teased, sighing out a low laugh.

I looked down at my lap, "I swear I wasnt."

"What were you thinking about then? Chess?" George grinned.

Chris let out a loud laugh at the statement.

I stood up, "Whatever," walking out of the room, hearing their continued teasing of me, I made my way towards Y/N's room.

Knocking on the door, I waited for her to come open it, smiling up at me as she always did. As the door opened, I heard faint music from her television, Spotify open to a song I didn't recognise.

"Arthur!" She wrapped her hands around my waist and I jumped my arms back slightly, suprised at the sudden show of affection.

I placed them around her shoulders, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair and the contrasting muskier scent of - my cologne?

"You... smell nice- is that my cologne?" My heart hurt a little. I wasn't sure why.

"Yeah, sorry," She smiled shyly, "My perfume ran out and any of the others would've killed me. I hope you don't mind?" she looked up at me, slightly concerned.

"Hey it's okay, I don't mind! You should've just asked."

Smiling again, she grabbed my hand and brought me into her room. It wasn't unusual as we often just sat in eachothers rooms and just talked for a while.

I closed the door behind me with my foot.

My heart fluttered from the contact between out hands, long, bony fingers wrapped around my palm. Her hands were soft but incredibly cold, which didn't suprise me.

I watched her skip the song, eyeliner around her eyes heavily smudged.

Leaning over, I warned: "Stay still," wiping the makeup with my thumb. Electricity ran from my fingertip, down my arm, and rested in between the butterflied in my stomach and the loud, erratic beating of my heavy heart.

She looked perfect as she beamed up at me, "Thank you."

A song came on and she immediately seemed excitable, turning it up by four.

I listened as the song started:

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She said, "How could you joke at a time like this?"

I know why, because this is what you wanted all along now, isn't it?

I think that all you ever really ever wanted was a reason to complain,

That never stopped you before, don't let it get in your way,

Those are her words, not mine,

As far as I'm concerned, we could've had a good time, so,

If you walk out that door in disgust,

I guess there's nothing more to discuss.

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Y/N stood up from the bed, walking around it before stopping in front of me and grabbing my hands, removing them from my lap and attempting to pull me from my position, clearly not strong enough.

I helped her by standing up, hands still entagled with her own.

She started to move on her heels slightly, dancing awkwardly.

I smiled, seeing her anxiousness to dance properly in front of me, letting go of one of her hands, holding it high above her head and twirling her around.

Giggling softly, she moved elegantly but somehow clumsy and disorganised at the same time, laughing and spinning and looking oh so stunning. I felt a warm spread across my chest and up my neck, forming a blush on my cheeks.

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Birds Don't Sing,

They just fall from the sky,

Girls don't call,

And they never tell you why,

That's just how they say goodbye,

Goodbye.

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The world slowed down as she whirled in front of me, a blur of uncoordinated, beautiful movement. The smell of her hair filled my nose and kissed all the way down to my lungs before fluttering and resting as peaceful, humming butterflies lower in my stomach.

"Your hands are so cold," I blurted out - of course that was the most romantic thing I could've said. 'Wow, temperature'. I mentally scolded myself after saying it.

She eased my nerves when she had laughed, "Sorry," she batted her eyelids at me as I widened my own.

"Why are you apologising?"

"I don't really know."

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Don't listen to my music, don't lie in my bed,

Don't listen to the references to things you might have actually said,

'Cause those are my words, not yours,

As far as I'm concerned, it could've been a lot worse,

I wasn't trying to avoid the confrontation,

She isn't crying, she's just making conversation.

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She collapsed onto her bed, looking up at the ceiling with a giddy grin plastered across her beautiful face. Patting the space next to her, she let out a sigh.

I took the spot gratefully, imitating her position. She bent her knees, bringing them up so her feek lay flat on the silky sheet beneath her.

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Birds don't sing,

They just fall from the sky,

Girls don't call,

And they never tell you why,

That's just how they say goodbye,

Goodbye.

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The end of the song had me drifting into a warm, inviting sleep. Looking over at her, I floated into a shallow nap, breathing deeply and eyes growing heavy.

My dreams welcomed me with open, loving arms. I saw her, Y/N, god she looked beautiful. She waved me over to where she was lay on her side in my hoodie and a pair of my boxers. Her other hand lay rest between her thighs.

Her warm presence enough for me to walk over to her, I looked down at her. She stood up, not much taller than chest level compared to my height.

Fluttering her eyes at me endearingly enough I leant down to kiss her, she wrapped her arms around my neck and tangled her fingers through my hair. She was stood on her tiptoes, smiling into the kiss.

Waking up cuddled into her pillow, seemingly tucked in, with Y/N lay next to me sleeping was almost beyond belief as my dream.

I imagined we were in this situation romantically, and we loved eachother and had a future together.

Next chapter: I Wait For You.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED LOVELIES <33

[moonlight-tmd]

IDEA-

So I wrote about Bumblebee being born on earth so to speak in different scenarios... but what about Blitzwing?

I say that instead of Blitz, it was Strika and Lugnut who came to Earth. Team Prime had a whole lot of trouble dealing with them, they're big and cause a lot of damage- them messing shit up on the military grounds happened more than Team Prime would've liked. And so- once the Allspark shards start sprouting up from the ground then there's a real issue.

One time the shard appeared on the aforementioned military grounds- the mess was unimaginable, vehicles and aircrafts smashed left and right. Missiles and bombs exploded due to the small earthquake Lugnut caused. Team Prime barely got the tiny crystal before booking it out of there to put away to safety.... but that wasn't the end.

One tiny spec of the shard broke off during the impact and landed in the smaller pile of broken machines. It was hours after everyone had left the scene that something happened; the tiny spec of a crystal pulled what it could from the broken pile, aircraft and vehicle parts alike and some other stuff and put together one giant war machine.

Nobody was allowed on the military grounds until it was cleaned up... but Bee, being the rule breaker, snuck into the closed off zone in hopes to scavenge something cool... and cool he did find.

He was roaming around the broken buildings when he noticed something big moving between the piles, he called out but nothing happened, feeling of being watched settled in and confirmed as he saw more movement in the piles as he traveled further. At some point he got startled and bumped into some stuff... which led to the whole wall collapsing on him- or so he thought. The impact never came and he was looking up at this giant mech holding up the rubble before throwing it off to the side effortlessly. Bee only caught a glimpse of the Decepticon emblem and it made him run, but not far off as he was caught very quickly. He tried to break free but the mech didn't seem to wanna hurt him, it was only curious.

They managed to talk calmly after the big con made sure the tiny one was not hurt- his name was Blitzwing. He didn't know where he was nor anything about the Cybertron n such. Bee was fascinated by this new mech- two vehicles put together to make one powerful beast of a mech, it was so interesting- especially when the mech's face spun and another came into view, completely switching his behavior.  (i would imagine that there were multiple computers and their pieces smashed and piled together so that would explain the multiple personalities, just different machinery computers put together into one processor)

And so Bee befriended Blitz very quickly. So from then on Bee would say he was gonna hang out with a new friend and sneak in to visit Blitz at the military grounds, he never told anything specific about his new friend, Team Prime assumed it was a human so they didn't bother checking.

I guess in between the meetings Blitz managed to cause quite a bit of trouble for the soldiers trying to tame the mess the bots made (they were not allowed back in the grounds for that one);

One time Blitz somehow managed to take a nap at the used part of the grounds and got himself into the soldier training with tanks. He woke up when the crew started riding around and he thought it was fun enough to blast off into the sky for a joy ride with them before going back down... surprisingly the suspicious tank disappeared before the mechanic could take a look at it. The other time he was trying to figure out his alt modes functions and accidentally blew up something in the ruins which caused an alarm.... that is when the bots are invited back in to deal with whatever happened.

Bee is suspiciously quiet and as the team searched for the reason of the explosion the same movement between the ruined piles caught their attention. Before they could take battle stances an oddly large tank rolled out from one of the makeshift trenches in front of them- it turned its double cannons towards them and they saw it- the same con insignia shining on the- glass? of the cabin.

"Wait... that's a-!" Ratchet couldn't get the sentence out before the machine started shifting and transformed into a giant mech. Bigger than any of them.

All of them except Bee whipped out their weapons- to which the mech just stood there silently curious but also startled by the sudden movement of the new friend group. It was Bee who stepped in between before any of them could strike.

"You know the new friend I've been tellin' you about?" Bee prompted.

"Yes- why is that important right now??" Optimus asked, too alarmed by the giant mech to think why this was important right now.

"Well, it's him, this is my new friend." Bee said, gesturing to the giant mech who said in a happy tone "Hallo!" and gave then a small but excited wave.

So Bee is being questioned about why the frag is he friends with a con and where this mech even came from- they're all angry at him for putting himself in such danger but at least the mech doesn't wanna hurt them... that much.

See, Team Prime being angry at Bee angers Blitzwing, and Bee is the only one who can talk Blitz into not hurting anyone so really, they're all on Bee's mercy here.

They're a little weirded out about the mech's behavior switches- they are very much surprised when they refer to him as a tank and Bee snickers and tells Blitz to "go show them" and they see what they thought was a tank mech turn into a jet and him laughing with Bee at their expressions.

Ratchet knew about the Triple Changers existing and that they were extremely rare and difficult to make- never has he seen one pop out naturally. He never heard of them having fractured processors either but this one seemed to have that issue.

Nonetheless, Team Prime decides to leave Blitzwing there and just keep everyone out of the area he resides in. Bee of course insists on visiting him so he gets permission (forced out Op by Blitz's death glares)

I dunno where to take it from here but yeah, there you go.

[zishuge]

Today I gave myself feels thinking about Fang Duobing, Di Feisheng, and Hulijing moving on and aging in a world without Li Lianhua. A world where Li Lianhua isn't there — but then again, he is there, in Lianhualou, and in the townspeople who flock to it, bearing gifts for the miracle doctor who once saved a life, fixed a roof, exposed a conman, comforted a child. Young Fang Duobing used to want to know every little detail about his hero, Li Xiangyi. Now Fang Duobing wants to know every detail about his beloved friend, Li Lianhua. The years pass and fewer people come. But if they remember him, Li Lianhua lives on.

(long post, half meta, half fic, bittersweet)

They travel together, with Hulijing, in Lianhualou. Fang Duobing has nothing better to do, so he takes up detective work again. Di Feisheng has nothing better to do, so he comes along. Everywhere they go, they look for Li Lianhua. And in their journeys, it seems like everywhere they go, someone is talking about Li Xiangyi. Li Xiangyi, who had always been something of a legend, but ever since his reappearance and subsequent (re)disappearance, has seemingly been elevated into something approaching godhood.

you should've seen him, people say, floating across the rooftops in red, cold and beautiful, like an avenging hero out of some novel. wasn't he dead? no — of course he wasn't, li xiangyi would never have been so easily killed. but it was bicha poison, i heard nobody could survive bicha poison. yes, he was definitely dead, and came back to life through dark magic. no, he'd been alive the whole time, just held captive by di feisheng. he tried to kill his shixiong ten years ago and failed, and came back to finish the job. no, his shixiong tried to kill the emperor and li xiangyi came to stop him. the emperor? impossible. yes — don't you know, li xiangyi is the emperor's long-lost son?

All of it only amuses Di Feisheng, but it irks Fang Duobing. The same Fang Duobing, who, when he was younger, would've hungered for every little detail about Li Xiangyi and begged to hear more, now finds it maddening to listen to these strangers talk about him as if they knew him. The world might have known Li Xiangyi, but it had never known Li Lianhua.

Li Lianhua, who could wield Shaoshi like it was a natural extension of his arm, but regularly cut his fingers clumsily slicing radishes and onions. Li Lianhua, who would invariably try to shrug off an attack of bicha poison, but yelped and jumped back from hot oil splatters in the kitchen like a child. Li Lianhua, who frowned when a passing carriage splashed mud onto his robes, but knelt carelessly into the dirt and grass to play with Hulijing.

None of them knew any of that.

But as Fang Duobing and Di Feisheng continue their travels, they begin to encounter other people as well. People who come running when they see Lianhualou in the distance tottering their way. People who come bearing gifts — a woman looking for the shenyi who had helped her with her back pain and also exposed the con artist who had tried to trick her daughter into marriage. A young man coming to thank the doctor who had given his father herbs for stress while uncovering the corrupt official who had falsely accused him of theft. An elderly couple looking for the young man who had helped them thatch their roof before a rainstorm and had given them some medicinal cream before he left. (One middle-aged man with a club, looking for the wangba quack doctor who had exposed his infidelity to his wife — he had left after one look at Di Feisheng, standing silently in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest and dao strapped across his back.) People who greet Hulijing like an old friend.

Fang Duobing listens eagerly to every story they tell him, and in return, he tells them about his brilliant, kind, exasperating friend. Di Feisheng rolls his eyes every time, but Fang Duobing notices he never walks away either. They don't talk about it. But it’s as if Li Lianhua returns, however briefly, during those visits; in those moments, Fang Duobing can almost see him standing there, bending down to pet Hulijing alongside these old friends as she grins her little doggy grin and wags her tail. She escorts their guests to the door, and sits in the doorway after they leave, looking out at the world as though waiting. He doesn't ask if Di Feisheng can see him too. They sit and share wine after these visits, and eat the fruit that the visitors bring, until Di Feisheng can stand the heavy silence no longer and pushes Fang Duobing outside to spar. Hulijing follows faithfully, as always.

(fang duobing had brought home a puppy, once. he can't remember where he found it, but he remembers that he had held it in his lap in his wheelchair, eager to show it to his uncle before taking it home to his mother. his uncle had glared, and told him that dogs were only useful to guard the house, and tianji manor already had guards, human ones, and that fang duobing would do better to focus on his swordplay rather than waste time on such useless and frivolous things. he had taken the puppy away and fang duobing had never seen it again. it wasn't until those blurry months as he rode across the countryside looking for li lianhua, hulijing trotting along ever so loyally at his side, that he realized this was just another way that shan gudao and li xiangyi were opposites.)

The years pass, and there are fewer and fewer people who come. One day Fang Duobing wakes up with the unbearable realization that he is now older than Li Lianhua had ever been, would ever be, and is unable to get out of bed for a good half a shichen. Di Feisheng leaves him be.

The years pass, and Di Feisheng grows older too. There are lines on his face, snowy white beginning to thread through his jet-black hair. Fang Duobing wants very much to tease him about it, but the words catch in his throat when he looks too closely at the signs of time on Di Feisheng's face. What a precious and altogether rare thing it is, to age.

The years pass, and Hulijing grows older too. Fang Duobing finds that more and more often, Hulijing can no longer keep up with him when he goes riding. He stops going riding. She gets cold more easily now too, and more and more often Fang Duobing wakes in the morning with Hulijing curled up under the covers next to him, her wet nose shoved into his armpit. He holds her close and thinks about Li Lianhua shivering in his arms.

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It's been nearly a year since their last visitor, but today there is an old man. He comes in the morning, bringing a basket of plums. A long time ago, he says, a young man who lived here saved my life. I had been poisoned, he says, by my son who wanted my money and my lands. The doctors said there was no cure. But then the young man came and performed a miracle. He saved my life. He saved my life.

Fang Duobing knows it was no miracle that saved him. He asks for the old man's hand and it is given readily, albeit bemusedly. He presses his fingers to the inside of the man's wrist, and is greeted with a whisper-faint, gentle thrum of yangzhouman — a soft hello from a much-beloved friend. You fool, he thinks dazedly, caught somewhere between overwhelmed that here is someone, inside whom a piece of Li Lianhua lives on, and so bitterly angry. What had it cost? Some hours, days, weeks? He doesn't let himself think of what another week might have afforded them in those wild final days, in their desperate search for a cure. Fang Duobing gives the old man back his hand and blinks back the sting of tears. He cannot talk about Li Lianhua today. He apologizes and tells him that the man he is looking for is traveling and won't be back for a few days, but that Fang-mou will pass on the message. Before he leaves, the man leans down to rub at Hulijing's ear. My old friend, he says, like me, you, too, are truly old now.

After the man leaves, Fang Duobing folds himself into a sit on the floor of Lianhualou and gathers Hulijing into his arms. Gently — her joints are stiff now, and he can't haul her around, can't roughhouse with her the way he used to. Di Feisheng comes down the stairs from where he had been listening; he stands behind Fang Duobing and places a warm, steady hand on his shoulder. At the edge of his vision, near the door, Fang Duobing can see the hazy hem of green robes. If he looks up, he wonders brokenly, what would he see? The face of a man forever frozen in youth? Or a face lined with age, snowy white beginning to thread through jet-black hair? He suddenly finds that he cannot bear to find out.

Fang Duobing knows. He knows that the myth and the outlandish rumors about proud, arrogant, beautiful Li Xiangyi will never die. But he also knows that one day, there will be no one else who comes to Lianhualou; no one left who remembers gentle, sly, infuriating Li Lianhua. One day, the old man will pass on and the piece of Li Lianhua that he carries with him will fade as well. And one day… Fang Duobing presses his forehead against the soft fur of Hulijing's neck where it has gone white and thin with age. He closes his eyes and breathes.

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Years and years and years later, Fang Duobing is awakened from where he has fallen into a light doze reading in his chair by a soft knock on the door. There is a woman standing outside, holding a small basket of pears. I think I remember this building, she says. I must've only been six years old, but I had run off and lost my parents. I fell down in the street and skinned my knees. A kind gege helped me and gave me a piece of candy. He said he would walk me home but I said I didn't know whether I should tell him where I lived. He laughed and asked if it would help if I knew where he lived. He pointed to the most fantastical and wild house I had ever seen. I think it was this place. Xiansheng, does he live here? Who was he? Do you know him?

Fang Duobing smiles and invites her inside. On the bed, the small white dog that Di Feisheng has named, ridiculously, Baigujing, raises her head and thumps her tail a few times in hello. Di Feisheng looks up from where he is writing a letter at the table. Fang Duobing leads the woman over and waves at her to sit down. He sits across from her, ignoring Di Feisheng's eyeroll, and offers her a piece of candy. He always keeps candy around. Fang Duobing smiles once more and says, if you'd like to know — there is so much I would like to tell you.

[clockworkcheetah]

not me coming here with an analysis on the 2x07 brotzly arguement that nobody wants. this kinda fell into me going and aNOTHER THING, but i'll try and keep it vaguely coherent

also these are just interpretations/theorising- they're just ideas to chew on. obviously i'm coming to todds defense a little bit here (lbr he gets the most flack for a scene where i dont think anyones to blame) and at the end of the day its just a bit of fun innit

firstly and the main take here:

dirk did not want to be comforted right then and there. sounds a little odd, right? when you're upset you expect someone to hug you and tell you everything's fine. well... not always. especially when you're angry. especially when you're someone who needs time to process everything. he didn't want to be touched- throughout s2 he flinches away from todd (2x03) and he often uses something to shield himself- a cushion/the filing cabinet (2x03 and 2x04). he also distances himself from everyone when obviously upset. aka he wants space. the point is, todd picked up on that. he isnt gonna try and give dirk a comfort hug because how well would that go down, really? also i will point out in that scene todd never does try and touch dirk- when he notices dirk's upset, he kneels down close and speaks softly, but doesn't go further. it's similar to other times- close, but doesn't touch- dirk actually puts the distance between them. compared to how beast is with dirk, how BW treats dirk too, and how miserable he is the entire time with unwanted touching.

what todd normally does- and what seems to have worked before, is words of encouragement- they inspire him! except... he didnt want todd's words of encouragement or pep talks this time. at that point they would be just empty words, completely meaningless. he very clearly wasn't in the state of mind where any of that would've helped to me, i think dirk just really needed to vent and rage and eventually cool off and be in a better enough mental state to actually talk it through. but it's entirely possible even then he wouldn't wanna talk to todd- he clearly has a lot of self-blame to what has happened to him, even if todd doesnt blame him for that. and thats not todd's fault for not knowing that (todd not knowing will come up alot). hes not a mind reader, he has other priorities, and todd's own mental state isn't exactly great in s2, either. (another reason that occured to me why dirk might not talk to todd even afer he had time to process is the simple fact that todd was there. he spoke to francis and beast about the events of either the spring or cardenas case. hell! he even unloaded onto hobbs within knowing him a few hours. yet with todd, he doesn't... he could've told todd about the timeloop, the spring case, ect, but he knew todd was going to be there. maybe i'm reaching but its interesting- and falls back onto dirk keeps todd at arm's length (this will also come up alot). might make another post on that specifically)

so lets talk about todd now. a lot of flack he gets is that he shouldn't have left dirk, his words were harsh and his frustration came out of nowhere

i've already dived into the leaving thing (although he didn't abandon dirk. i kind of hate that narrative- he didn't tie dirk to a tree in the middle of the woods and drive off) dirk didn't want to go, wasn't in the state of mind to go and todd had a motivation to go. todd didnt force dirk to come with- even though he very much wanted him to- and dirk didn't force todd to stay. (and amanda at this point was still his main priority- was this a good priority? no! his arc was learning to let her go. dirk wasn't todd's main focus throughout s2 and this isn't a revelation. dirk still mattered- todd didn't stop caring for dirk just because he went off on his own.) and yes maybe he should've indicated he was coming back more clearly, because like todd, dirk isn't a mind reader either (but i'll come back to the communication thing)

todd's words were harsh. they were, i'm not pretending they weren't and they're supposed to be, because the brotzmans tend to be harsh when angry. i'm not justifying, but i can think of reasons: 1. self-projection. pretty much all of todd's really angry moments (directed at patrick and dirk in 1x07 and also suzie in 2x10) you can tell he's talking about himself at the core of it. with 2x07, i'll admit this falls into fanon speculation, but this line: 'Friendship isn't just about someone being there for you. It about you being there for them too.' there's weight there. there's no way this was just said on a whim, imo. todd is friendless at the start of the show, and yeah his selfish choices fucked them all up- but i think people tried to be there for him, and he pushed them all away (and probably hates himself for that.) I don't think dirk's being selfish, but todd had a point in indicating people have been trying to help and dirk wasn't accepting it. from the audience's pov yeah, we know why. todd's pov? he's given speeches, coaxed dirk into talking to him, or to engage with the case (dirk's indicated plenty of times he's a detective and wants to do cases). he is trying in the friendship, but dirk keeps him at arms length. for todd this would eventually become frustrating. (once again, i'll come back to this) 2. the blackwing line. hoo boy. 'I'm sorry they didn't teach you that at Blackwing' like i said, i doubt this was suppose to be favourable to todd here. but, a thing to consider: he doesn't know how bad blackwing is. '"Blackwing," it's a defunct CIA program that's after Dirk.' (1x06) 'Well, they don't exactly let us just wander around the halls' (2x02) 'I was in a government prison for psychics.' (2x02) todd was def given a watered down version of BW. todd wouldn't have known dirk was small in there- he says he hasnt seen mona in 15 years, we dont know dirk's exact age, probably early-mid 30s, though. todd is likely imagining dirk to be late teens-early 20s- and no context to how long he was in there the first time. another thing is, dirk talks about BW in a particular way- with humour, he downplays the trauma, and plays up that ~he was in a psychic prison~ to impress people. so in todd's pov, BW almost sounds like a very strict school (like how teens describe school as a prison). of course dirk doesn't- and shouldn't- have to traumadump anything, but todd has a specific idea of BW that he's been holding to for two months with no corrections to it and no real context provided. to add to that, todd is woefully optimistic. all throughout s2 he was desperately holding onto hope for things to be what they were. at the end of s1 he seemed ok(ish) with letting amanda go, then he got her phonecall and he spiralled- to a near delusional degree, basically in denial with the idea things can never go back to what he wants- until amanda tells him that is reality. self-improvement isn't smooth and linear, so him reverting isn't too shocking nor is it ooc of him. he needed to be called out and he was.

his frustration came out of nowhere. no it didn't. won't lie i'm not entirely sure how to word this one without being really blunt, but it very much was building up, dirk wasn't making it easy. ultimately i think there was some compassion fatigue- he had been trying to motivate and encourage dirk throughout s2- this wasn't a one-off time, at some point it was going to wear thin. todd has finite patience- but he did try. not to mention, todd never got openly angry with dirk in that scene, he stays relatively calm. the only time the frustration really came out was at the end, when he realised dirk wasn't coming with. also the whole yet again, dirk keeping todd at a distance thing. eventually that distrust is also going to wear todd out.

next thing, priest. todd's not stupid i mean he is but sometimes he's smart he would've picked up that priest did something to dirk- nobody knows what specifically, but there's obviously something. the only info we get (from todd's pov) is:

'-that man, Mr. Priest, I've met him before, Todd. He kills people.'

couple things to take from this: - 'i've met him before' suggests they didn't interact all that often- it sounds like they met once and a lot can happen in one meeting, of course. could be dirk downplaying his trauma again, pretending priest wasn't his childhood monster, or that he's in denial that priest did something really bad to him. but we don't know! todd isn't going to know that either - the 'he kills people' line doesn't really hold much weight for todd. how many people does he know who kill people? quite a lot at this point. priest is just another guy on the long list of guys who kill people- he doesn't know much more than that.

something else i picked up on is this scene parallels quite well with 1x01. aka dirk givig a motivational speech and todd responds with: 'No. You know what, no, I don't want to hear all that from you right now.' whilst dirk never directly says he doesn't want to hear what todd had to say in 2x07, it certainly read like he didn't want to. maybe todd recognised that (the whole self-projection thing) and decided to back-off. yeah, he was bitchy about it, but giving breathing room isn't bad and honestly? seemed like the smartest move in the heat of the moment- the whole dirk wants space when upset. not too mention, todd 100% knew what dirk was doing- pushing people away, trying to make todd hate him- see him as a bad person who hurts people, because todd does the same thing. tbh that's probably why todd got bitchy with his response- he likely saw through it and the brotzmans when they sense shit aren't gonna be that soft in their replies

i think that's all the main things i noticed about that scene. but i have a few smaller ones that link back to previous points:

dirk is dismissive, keeping todd at arm's length- he is in s1 (brushing away todd's questions) and moreso in s2 (the wet circles, not wanting todd to be in the house within a house with him,ect). the constant dismissal is going to start becoming discouraging. how is todd supposed to help someone who wants help but also doesn't want help? plus todd wants to help dirk! finding amanda is his main priority, yes. but he is down to be his assistant

todd knows dirk cares for him- doesn't know just how much- but being told that to dirk 'he's just a guy whose life he ruined' we can 1. add a big old dose of guilt on todd's end, and 2. that probably feels like a slap to the face, even if todd likely knows dirk did that on purpose. (also a smaller detail, that admittedly might be reaching a bit, during dirk's rant he mentions that '-And then I end up alone!' despite the fact todd hadn't actually left yet, hadn't given any indication that he has given up on dirk. but it reads as dirk rejecting todd already)

they don't actually know eachother that well. one week, then a two month gap, then s2 was around a week long. they absolutely haven't worked their footing out yet.

to add to that- their communication sucks. especially dirk tbh. he probably was keeping todd at arm's length in a misguided way of protecting him. and tbh i don't think dirk was ready to let todd in yet. this is nobody's fault- todd wanting to be let in, and dirk shutting him out. this could be a sperate post but i think the 2x08 rescue, and the 'don't spin out' in 2x09 was dirk finally letting todd in.

self-recognition through the other. or todd seeing himself in dirk (but not in the sexy way) the way dirk was talking, even the words he was saying, his attitude, his anger... todd's been there. and who does todd hate most of all?

todd put all his faith in dirk. granted, this is todd's own undoing and nothing dirk could've done. but dirk quitting being a detective maybe have been a reason why todd got mean. at this point todd's got no money, no job, no home, no purpose. dirk gave him a purpose that he threw away right in front of him. however, to consider- todd didn't lose faith in dirk. despite the anger and the words said, todd had total faith dirk will work it out. and he did. (this comes back to my thoughts on 2x08/2x09, so i won't delve into them here)

that's all i got for now. it's very easy to fall down a rabbit hole with this scene and these characters. and i can easily do a follow-up on this because i've def missed things. but this is getting so long. ultimately, i don't think either was in the right headspace in that scene- they had differing motivations. and neither was the villain for that.

tldr: messy situation between two messy people is messy on both ends

[kairiscorner]

bc i have no life, i made (and will expand):

dialogue prompts list or something

REMINDERS! imma use these on fics if y'all want, though you guys can use these too for your own fics, just make sure to give me credit and tag me, attaching a link to this post is also appreciated if you use this ^^

(btw, i can also repeat some prompts, though please be patient, i might not be able to post so much this month ^^'')

1.) "you're a bad influence on me, y'know that?" (miles 1610)

2.) "yeah, i risked my skin saving you. i don't care if you wouldn't do the same for me, i'm not you."

3.) "mind using your eyes AND brain next time?"

4.) "my heart beats all the time, shouldn't be a big deal, but i can't help but notice how loud the beating is when you're around." (teen!gojo)

5.) "never really understood poetry, but when i read a few lines from this... you were the image that came out of the words." (noir)

6.) "if you really wanted to drive me insane... you'd hold my hand for more than 5 seconds, then you'll see me insane with love." (noir)

7.) "please, for the love of GOD, never shut up."

8.) "my hands are cold... wait, what are you doing, i thought you brought mitt--never mind, this is nice."

9.) "something tells me you aren't happy about it. and something tells me you'll be angrier if i keep asking. it's okay, take your time. just know i'll be right here for you."

10.) "if you can't believe me, then i'll have to show you that i'm serious about you."

11.) "sometimes, you don't have to worry about loving me enough--you do that too much already. what you should worry about... is giving me too much love that you forget who you're supposed to be loving first: you."

12.) "man, after 5 shots of whiskey and a good laugh, i think i've made up my mind--you're gonna be the one i'll marry." "we just met." "and i just fell for you."

13.) "they came to get their shit back without even getting their shit together, how nice."

14.) "i would've thrown a brick in your window if you didn't answer, and y'know, i was going to, but then i remembered you hated getting stuff on your carpet so i left and did it in my mind."

15.) "i want a platypus. and yes, i want you, too."

16.) "your place is filthy." "it's gonna be yours too, one day." "you mean ours."

17.) "why are my eyes gross right now?" "it's... you're crying." "nu-uh." "y'need a tissue?" "yes please"

18.) "you're so stupid, and reckless, and a literal danger to my very way of life--and yet i love you to bits!"

19.) "if i could just go back in time and see you again, maybe then i'd tell myself to love you for a long, long time. even if i never knew it at the time, i regret all the years we've lost together, i regret living my life without you in it."

20.) "now before you ask why i beat the shit out of him in the locker rooms, it was because he was gonna ask you out before i could, okay?" (soccer captain!miguel)

21.) "i am a fully grown adult. i am capable, i am independent, i am strong-willed." "and you lose your shit when you see me come home with a mcdonalds' kiddie meal."

22.) "nobody loves me..." "..." "ahem, i said, NOBODY LOVES ME" "and i'm nobody?" "yay"

23.) "i just wanna bash their head in, but... it's so distracting. their eyes get me lost and i'm, i'm out of it."

24.) "man, they're a lost cause. and yet i keep busting my ass trying to save them. i love being your spouse and curse being your spouse, dammit."

25.) "i wanna kiss... right now... but my spouse'll... hate me." "i am your spouse." "oh damn, then you'll... hate me if i... if i kiss your pretty face, love..."

26.) "go to bed right now." "no." "i guess i'll give your plushie all my kisses." "ok on my way."

27.) "again, would it be me or them? me who's been with you this whole time, me who's took you in when you're so used to being refused, me who's... who's loved you, all this time?"

28.) "where are my--" "keys? here, scatterbrain." "damn, i'm so glad i married you."

29.) "kids, go to your room." "as your co-parent, i say protect me from the dragon about to breathe fire on me."

30.) "i may be his wife, but i'm not his lover."

31.) "i think you have me confused for someone else."

32.) "it's because i care about you that i push myself away, don't you get that?"

33.) "we'll never be okay again, will we...?"

34.) "the noises in my head keep getting louder and louder and louder, but only you... only you help calm them down."

35.) "oh, i get it, fine. i'll fuck off."

36.) "i want that though." "it's a waste of money." "you got it for me anyway."

37.) "how could you say i don't love you when all my life, you're all i come home to and kiss a good morning and good night?"

38.) "what a stupid man i married."

39.) "don't... fucking move... not unless you want me to do it..."

40.) "you went in my ROOM?"

41.) "i accidentally broke the bed."

42.) "i love you." "what?" "ah fuck, i mean, i'll see you."

43.) "GOD, I HATE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH." "is that why you draw you and them kissing together all the time?"

44.) "i can make a mean burned down house and scorched lawn."

45.) "i'll admit it, fine, i can't win your heart. because your heart isn't any prize to be won, you're not an object. you're... you're you. and i LOVE you."

46.) "what, why're you staring? can't handle how hot i am?" "no, it's just that you've got a shit-eating grin on your face i'd love to punch off you."

47.) "i actually hate summer vacation... i won't be able to see you everyday for 3 whole months."

48.) "ooh, you drank from my cup, you know what this means, we had an indirect kiss."

49.) "just tell your crush you like them already and stop being a big baby about this." "okay, fine. i like you." "wait--"

50.) "i know it looks stupid, but... i tried."

51.) "it's funny, because i had you in mind while making it."

52.) "you think infinity is real, or... are we just living every day hoping tomorrow will come, despite all odds?"

53.) "you're so fucking stupid...! stupid, stupid, stupid... why did you... dammit, why?"

54.) "i don't even know who i share my bed with anymore."

55.) "bite me and get what you want, what we both want."

56.) "we'll never have to see each other again after this."

57.) "quit making promises you can't keep."

58.) "tell me to shut up one more time. go, i'm waiting."

59.) "ah, sorry, i... oh, your hand's really soft."

60.) "what are you doing?" "just capturing the moment in my mind when i'm with the most perfect person in the whole multiverse."

61.) "and you know what your problem is? you can't stand seeing me happy, that's your fucking problem."

[phantomlemon348]

Ok, I've only just watched Broadchurch and haven't even finished it yet but I said this from the first episode.

Ellie and Alec's relationship. It is very divided, a lot of people ship them, then again a lot of people don't.

But this is my theory: Since the first episode, when they started working together, you could see they don't stand eachother but at the same time get along great, but never would either think to admit it. A sassy duo, inseparable but can't stand eachother. Always fighting and throwing around pointed spiky comments. But you see how much they actually care for eachother.

Especially in the last episode of season 1, when he directed the phone signals to his mobile. Ellie just thought he was being a dick, like he always is, and I missed it at first too... But he directed the signals to his phone because he already had a suspicion who it was, he was quite certain and he wanted to be the one to tell her.

In season 2 as well, he tries to warm up for her.

When he offers her a hug, Alec is not a huggy person, we all know that, he will go out of his comfort zone for her.

But Ellie said no and it made him more cautious I find. In several scenes you can see the look he gives her. You can see it makes him unhappy to see her sad, but all he does is ask if she's ok and nothing more because she rejected him last time and doesn't want to make it awkward again.

Ok but I just want to say, I don't ship them too hard, romantically. They are best friends, Ellie's a person he trusts completely, someone who shows some fondness and affection for him. And she's grateful for him being there, especially during the trial in season 2, when Beth, who she would have usually talked to, turned on her, she had someone to talk to -(who wouldn't always listen and be a bit of an arsehole but generally, he was halfway understanding).

And aaaaaaarrrrrggh, the last episode of season 2. I think we can all agree here the "I'm not hugging you" hit hard. You could see he wanted a little bit more, maybe...? We all know our man Hardy is awkwardly affectionate, it's not exactly his strong point now, is it? But y'know, if he's leaving Broadchurch, maybe never to return (we know that he does, or at least they meet again. There wouldn't be a season 3 otherwise but we're thinking in-character here) he might want something more because she does mean more to him. She helped him find himself again, showed him some affection or fondness when he needed it most and nobody else would. She helped him back onto the path when he was alone aimlessly wandering through the foggy woods.

And when Ellie said: "Don't be kind to me, that's not how it works." That was cute how she didn't want to leave yet, wanted to wait for the taxi. Yes, that is what friends do. But my theory (could be just a hope cuz I ship them a bit and they need to be fucking fluffy or I will not survive) at the moment is: Ellie is used to him being an arse and she won't admit it, at least not to him but she will miss him. And I think she doesn't want him to be nice because she's trying not to show how much it means to her. Cuz that's I dunno, how them two are. Slightly confused, huh? Oh ye, can say that again. But he has been nice to her in subtle ways that she hasn't noticed and vice versa.

I'm sorry to all the non-shippers but I do think there have maybe been a few sparks between them. You can't deny it.

Alec is touchstarved. He loved Tess you could see that. They still care for eachother and he wanted to go back and tried to fix it. Stitch it up because he wanted someone to love and someone to love him. He fell for Tess and was happy falling. Would've loved to fall forever. But Sandbrook brought by some turbulence on the way. And it was like Tess smashed the ground into him. It came too soon. He wasn't looking. He wasn't expecting it. And it left a bloody mess on the floor and a broken man recovering from it.

But this accident leaves him scarred and he's scared of falling again. He is literally dying of a broken heart.

But I see him wandering towards the edge for Ellie. He's close, I think. But not wanting to, not letting himself make the same mistake again.

I see them as being fluffily awkward and sassy to eachother. But maybe - just maybe - in one scene where Alec says: Oh, Miller, I could kiss you. Yes. I admit, I was hoping for something.

They would kiss like once or twice but find it fucking awkward and never do it again.

As in besties but a slight bit more? But not too romantic?

I don't know if that makes sense but that's how I would describe their relationship.

My sister and I have come up with a simple way to put it: platonic romantic.

[the-artistic-animal]

The more that you say, the less I know - Steddie

Prologue

“And if it was an open-shut case, I never would've known from that look on your face”

Warnings: none

Steve knew it was coming, the calm and steady life wasn’t one for him, and just like the cursed town, he could never know peace. So it didn’t surprise him when Will said it was back, the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach had never left, he was always on ease, never relaxed, couldn’t quite tell why. PTSD, maybe? Now it was very much clear.

Eddie laid beside him, fast asleep, soft shirtless chest slowly rising and falling against his sweating hands. He felt jealous, caught himself wishing he could just close his eyes and fucking sleep peacefully beside his boyfriend.

They had gotten together after Starcourt, falling in love so quickly that the lines between being friends and actually calling each other boyfriends had gotten quite blurry. Steve got closer to the kids and Dustin adored this Eddie guy. Steve was not informed when Eddie was invited to movie night, and he felt a soft wave of betrayal and quite pissed the little shits had the nerve to bring a stranger to ‘their thing’. He was also quite flustered by the beauty and the easy going of this total nerd. But Steve was friend of a bunch of fourteen years old, so who was he to judge? By the end of the night, kids were asleep and the two of them had the chance to talk. They also had the chance to share a cigarette. And a couple of movie nights later, they had the chance to fall into awkward first kisses.

They gotten along pretty well. Too well if you ask, given that said nerd was, at this very moment, sleeping in his bed. Which brings Steve to the fact that he could not close his eyes, for the love of god. Eddie came over most nights, they rarely slept at the trailer, since Steve’s house was always more private because his parents were never home. But this afternoon Steve confirmed what he already knew, Vecna never left and nobody was fucking safe.

Steve wanted to call Eddie and tell him not to come. He also wanted to tell Eddie to rush home and never leave him again. But he chose not to say anything, and Eddie noticed something was off, and Steve had to lie and say he was just tired.

You see, he wanted to protect Eddie, he could not be the reason the love of his life was brought into the freaking apocalypse. He talked to the kids about this, the less he knew the better. In fact, he wouldn’t know anything if Steve could help it. As much as he wanted to share the shit the whole town was going through, Steve could never bury his lover’s future when there were already enough people he loved into this mess.

The less Eddie knew, the better.

Right?

Hello, everyone! After over a year I am back into writing. Steddie is been my obsession for the past few months and it’s what’s gotten me back, I had forgotten how much fun this is! Anyway, hope you liked this, and if you did let me know! I’m planning on this being a series, I just have to stick to it! Thank you, love you, bye!

I also have some Daryl Dixon works on my page, so take a look there if you want!

[kookie-doughs]

Happy Meal

Hawks / Keigo Takami x Reader

-As a young mother YN didn't know what to do when the number 2 hero had taken the last happy meal that her son so desperately want.

Chapter 16: Pep Talkin

"Hawks..." Rumi approaches. "Sato's..." She hesitated looking at him.

Hawks... didn't look... well. He had an extremely exhausted appearance. His once strong and upright posture had succumbed to fatigue, resulting in a noticeable slouch. Every movement seemed to require an extra effort.

His eyes, usually bright and full of life, now appeared dull and weary. Deep, dark circles framed his eyes, evidence of countless sleepless nights and overwhelming exhaustion. The spark that once illuminated their gaze had faded, replaced by a distant and vacant expression.

Their skin seemed pale and lackluster, devoid of the vitality he had. Fine lines etched themselves around their eyes and mouth, revealing the toll that stress and fatigue had taken on their face. It was as if time had etched itself upon their features, prematurely aging them beyond their years.

Even their movements conveyed a sense of weariness. His steps were slow and deliberate, lacking the usual grace and energy. His hair, once styled, now appeared disheveled and unkempt, as if they had little energy to spare for self-care.

It was clear to anyone who looked at them that he's been through or even going through a lot.

He lumbered towards the other room to where Sato was.

The boy upon seeing the hero slowly came to him knowing that a sudden weight would topple him down.

"Haws..." He hugs the hero's leg.

Hawks sits down on the ground to level with him to pull him in a hug, "I'm looking baby," he runs his finger through his hair. "I'll find her i swear."

Its been a month since your abduction. The president wanted nothing to do with helping you. Hawks was left to find you on his own.

Villains had been quiet the entire month which where the president reply was a thank you for your sacrifice.

Hawks had quit being a hero after that though so... not so good. Tsunagu and Rumi threatened to leave too but Hawks didn't want their unemployment on his shoulder too so they only took a leave on their duties.

Rumi took care of Sato, Tsunagu, occasionally Enji and Chuuya, would go around looking for evidence of you.

Hawks... what hasn't he done...

The number of hideouts of even nobody villains, he scoured. Each and every feather of his separated from him to slip into every little gaps.

Only option left was to get to All for One but the president forbade it the moment he told her that you were taken.

Enji, Rumi and Tsunagu all lost their right to visit him knowing their connection with him. They've asked Toshinori for help, which wasn't much since asking him information about Shigaraki never would've worked.

He was at his witts end. He was exhausted. He just wanted you back... He needed you back.

Sato placed a hand on Hawks' cheek. "Eat...?"

Rumi smiled, "Yeah tell him to eat Sato. He's not listening to us. He hasn't eaten, slept, even shower!"

Sato looked at Rumi worried then turned to his father figure. "Mama sad if Haws sih for her..." He pats the man's head. "Sato will tae care of yuu while mama not here."

Sato tried pulling the man much heavier than him up, Hawks got up and was immediately dragged to the dinning area.

"Auntie-Umii, can yuu help me mae food fo Haws ples?" Sato huffs infront of the kitchen after Hawks settled down.

Rumi smiled, "Sato take him to the bathroom instead so he can bathe while we cook how about that?"

Sato blinks then nods. He turned to the man who understood and got up letting the child lead him.

"Sato will wash your bah. Unwel-Nagu thought me it!"

While Hawks sat on the bathroom stool he watched Sato carry water and poured it on him barely getting the man wet.

"Sato..." His voice trembled. "I'm sorry..."

The kid being to busy getting more water to dump on him couldn't really reply.

"I'm sorry I can't find mama... I'm sorry I couldn't protect her... I'm sorry..."

"Ah!" Sato having carried a bigger scoop accidentally drops it on Hawks. When he looks at the man and sees him crying he immediately thought he was crying because of him. "Sato is sorry!!! Don't wryyy!!!"

"I'm sorry..." Hawks bit his lip to hold back his sobs.

Seeing Hawks crying was making Sato cry, but Sato was a big boy. His mom wouldn't want Sato and Hawks both crying at the same time.

"Haws..." He pats the area where he dropped the scoop on. He placed a kiss on the area. "Pain pain go away!"

Hawks smiled at Sato. "Sato why aren't you upset at me..."

"Why would Sato be?"

"Because... I lost YN..."

"Haws didn't. Mama was taen by bad man. Haws is looing for mama. Why Sato angry at Haws?" Sato looks at Hawks and holds his cheek. "Mama would be sad if you wry. I don wanna wry becuz mama would be sad too. So Haws... don be wry and tae air of you. So when mama here she doesnt have to worry!"

Hawks was surprised at the child's maturity. He wipes his tears and nods.

"Right... I'm sorry. Thank you Sato. " He ruffled the kid.

And just with that pep talk, Hawks huffs.

I'll find her. Moping around wouldn't help.

He then continues with his shower with Sato. When finished, they head back to the dining room and Rumi had the tables set, with take out set on the table.

"McDonald's?" He raised his brow.

Rumi smiled, she knew her friend was back, "Im not a chef. Be glad I prepped something." She rolled her eyes.

"Thank you..."

Before their sappy moment continued the door slammed open. Tsunagu and Chuuya came in catching their breaths.

"WE FINALLY GOT SOMETHING!!"

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he was sitting with his legs stretched out. he smiled at me and said, "come, sit here" gesturing towards his lap. blood rushed fast in my cheeks. i looked away but i knew he had a big grin on his face. i was still not looking at his face when he stood up and said, "i think my sister is calling me." he made his way to the edge of the terrace and peered down but apparently nobody was there so he came back. instead of sitting back in his place, he came up behind me and held my boobs. i gasped. deep down, i knew he was pretending that he heard his sister calling. he stood up because he wanted to this. his lips were touching my cheek when he whispered, "you're not flat, after all." oh, that was when i melted. he's been calling every girl flat since i've known him. no matter what, he never says otherwise. i felt like i had a new position in his heart.

i was enjoying his touch when he suddenly pulled back. i was disappointed. i turned back to look at him, a question in my eyes. he went to a corner of the terrace and sat down, leaning against the wall, again his legs out stretched and he beckoned me to join him. i don't why, i was still shy. i went over to him but remained standing. then suddenly, i saw my neighbor standing on the terrace of my apartment (which is right next to his) so immediately i ducked down. he raised his eyebrows and i said, "that aunty knows my mum." he smirked. gods, he smirked and i am a sucker for his smirk. he asked me again to sit on his lap and i didn't want to disappoint him. so i crawled over to him, with my shirt hanging low to show a bit of my cleavage. that was intentional.

i crawled over and hugged him, my head resting on his chest. i wrapped my arms around his back and breathed in his scent. he smelled good, too. i wanted to hug him for ages and finally i got the chance. he rested his hand on my back and occasionally he patted. another thing i noticed was that he didn't just grab my ass like most of the guys would to any girl if they had the chance. at that moment, i fell more in love with him. he has that affect on me. after a while, he asked me to sit up, but i didn't want to. if the world let me, i would've stayed in his arms forever. i squeezed him tight and took a deep breath. i knew he had something planned so reluctantly, i sat up.

he asked me to turn over, which i gladly did. my back was resting against his chest when he slipped his hands under my shirt. i took a sharp breath. his hands moved up and up and he was squeezing my boobs and then he took hold of my nipples. ah, the feel. then his lips were touching my ears when he whispered, "you want fingering, don't you?" and i don't know what got into my goddamn head, i whispered no. i was an idiot. he said, "yeah, you want it." and i shook my head no again. then his lips were on my neck and he kissed me there. oh so good. he sucked and i closed my eyes. enjoying the feel. his face was at my cheek when he whispered again, "say yes. say you want it" and he pinched down my nipple and i moaned out a yes.

that was all he needed. his left hand was still on my boob but his right hand travelled down to my pants. his palm slipped under my pants and my underwear and before i could react his finger was inside me. i moaned out his name. my hands flew up to his hair. gods, his hair was so silky. he started moving his finger in and out and i started whimpering. my hands were lost somewhere in his hair. he whispered, "gods, you're so wet" and i smiled though he probably didn't see it. i wanted to say, "yeah, only for you" but i seemed to forget how to speak. he was still exploring when he hit that spot. i moaned out his name and pulled his hair so hard, he was probably hurting. he whispered, "found your weak spot" and i could hear the smile on his face. he started moving his finger faster, hitting my weak spot continuously and his left hand was pinching down on my nipple. so hard. i was a whimpering mess in his arms. i moaned out his name for like a million times and he whispered "yeah, that's right. call out my name." when i didn't, he moved his finger so hard, i moaned his name. his lips were on my cheek when he said, "good girl." and i melted there. again. then he put his index finger of his left hand in my mouth and for i moment i didn't do anything. then i realized he wanted me to suck it so i did. i recalled the moment, months ago, when i was in my too-horny mode, i told him my imaginary scenarios and one of it included me sucking his finger and i wondered if he remembered that too and that's why he was doing this. after a while, he removed his finger from inside of me and also the other finger from my mouth and we just stayed there for a while. i was breathing hard. i checked down my watch. we were up on his terrace for almost 1 and half hour. he said "we should probably go". i nodded, too exhausted to speak. i stood up. my feet felt wobbly. he said, "you go first. i'll come down in a while. if we go together, they'll probably doubt" and i nodded again and headed back downstairs. i still blush at the memory.

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Suck Torture | 17 PART II 🩸

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By the time we'd gotten back to our town, it was dark but far from being late into the night. Mother, Yeji and I were silent. It was hard to speak since we'd left our house as five and came back as three. I assumed we'd talk it over at a later time after everyone went to their respective rooms and I heard Yeji's door slam.

I was numb. My plan and proposal to the council wouldn't have ended in such a way. And I fully understood why Mother told me to keep my guard up. Father had a plan that would doom us all. I wasn't sure when I'd be able to forgive him.

Alas, I couldn't let my dull numbness keep me trapped in my room. I did promise to visit Beomgyu and Taehyun after all. So I drove into town and to their apartment building.

When I stepped out of my car, Beomgyu's woodland scent filled the air. It was nice to smell something associated with only warmth and fondness after the gruesome day I had. As I got closer, his scent was mixed with purely sour epinephrine. I ran around the building and to my surprise, he was falling out of his apartment window.

I dashed under him in time to catch him. Had I been a second late, his body would've hit the ground. His eyes were closed and his breathing was shallow. I also noticed the hand print on his neck and his bare skin as he was shirtless. He shouldn't have been that exposed with the weather being just above freezing.

With him in my arms I carried him up to the window he fell from. I rested Beomgyu on the floor and studied the room around him. Taehyun was on the floor crying while two other humans stood in shock in the door way. The sight that turned my concern into anger was Felix standing proudly in the middle of the room.

"What have you done?"

"Nothing obviously." Felix rolled his eyes.

His snarky tone made my hands twitch. I wanted nothing more than to tear him apart.

"You tried to kill him."

"Only to protect you." He muttered, eyes closing and fists rumbling at his sides, "Mortals will never see you as anything but a blood sucking monster. But me? I see you for what you are, what we are. And unlike them, I'll be with you, by your side, forever. Nobody can promise you that luxury, Hyunjin. Nobody. So why do you keep choosing these weak, pathetic humans over me, huh?"

His voice was booming through the room, causing Beomgyu to wake up from his shock-induced sleep. I've never heard Felix's confident voice crack until that moment. I never saw his facade crack until that moment. The tears were streaming uncontrollably and his pale skin turned pink with raging passion. I couldn't help but wonder if he was right.

Was I wasting my time with mortals like Beomgyu or Taehyun? Perhaps I was. Then again I never understood how my time could be wasted if I lived forever.

"I would rather spend a few moments with a human whose love is rooted in trust," I said quietly, "As opposed to spending an eternity with a manipulative, obsessive vampire like you."

"He may as well be a vampire," Felix said, glaring at Beomgyu's vulnerable body, "Since he can't die."

"Felix, I think you should leave."

"I'm the only one for you, remember," He cried, "We're engaged, Hyunjin."

If I had a ring, I'd throw it out of the window he tossed Beomgyu out of.

"You blackmailed me and all for nothing. My father ruined my family more than you ever could. Our engagement serves me no purpose," I breathed out, "So, Felix, I really mean it when I say that you should leave."

Felix only blinked his red, teary eyes at me. For the first time ever, he looked truly weak and defeated. A part of me felt bad for him. The other part, the larger part, found a tad of joy in his misery.

"He was right then..." He muttered.

You'll never love me.

My gaze didn't waver and my expression didn't falter. He knew I was serious.

He jumped into the form of a flying bat and flew out of the window. I watched him leave, making sure he was out of sight before letting my guard down to tend to Beomgyu and Taehyun.

"What the hell just happened?" One of the humans asked.

"It's a lot, Soobin." Taehyun groaned as he began to stand up. 

"And how much is it gonna cost to fix that fucking window?" The other one asked.

When Taehyun was steady on his feet, he approached the other young men. He shooed them out of the room and locked the door.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"I'm fine now that Beomgyu's okay... And you're here." His big, kind eyes looked up at me.

Thank you.

I simply kissed his cheek.

"I didn't die?" Beomgyu asked from behind us.

He still seemed to be in a state of shock, frozen in place and looking to the floor for an explanation. I couldn't tell if he was shaking from his thoughts or shivering from the cold. With his bare back against the open window, I imagined both. I grabbed a blanket from the top of one of the beds and wrapped Beomgyu in it.

"I wouldn't let you." I said, holding him under my arm and squeezing his shoulder.

His head crashed into my chest and I heard faint cries coming from him.

Taehyun came down with a t-shirt for Beomgyu.

"It's okay."

"I'm just so fucking tired of this shit." Beomgyu's voice was muffled but I could tell how he meant it. His pronunciation was strong and irate.

"I know," I said, "It's over... Everything is sorted out with the council. Everything will be okay."

"You promise?"

Looking back, it probably wasn't in our best interest to promise something so vague and unpredictable. The state of being okay is too subjective and to promise that everything will be is painfully broad. He didn't know, but I tweaked his request in my head.

I promised that he would be okay.

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Someone that feels like family

Authors Note: I saw a Video on Instagram about who would've written the personalities and lives of the members of Stray Kids and I was really touched by Chan's Story. So I decided to write a little short story about it. The video where I got the Picture from is from fe_lix.io on Instagram, please give them lots of love. I hope you enjoy my twist on this🤗. Constructive critiscm is highly appreciated ❤️

Little Connor was always left alone. His parents couldn’t afford to raise a child, so on one warm summer night, they left baby Connor on the doorstep of the local orphanage. Growing up, the only person that would talk to him was Mrs. Guillaume, one of the caretakers at the orphanage. The other children would always ignore Connor and leave him alone, because the rumor spread that he was a bad friend to play with. Children can be cruel. Connor learned that at a very young age. He was so sad that he barely came out of his tiny room at the very back of the huge, old mansion in which the orphanage has always been. His room was originally built as a time out-zone for naughty children but as the years progressed the caretakers thought less of that method and the room was always empty. Conner moved to the room a little while after his birthday, because his roommates didn’t want him anymore.

Mrs. Guillaume pitied him and as an act of motherly care, she tried her best to get Connor to learn, to eat and drink properly and to be nice even though nobody was nice to him. One day in the beginning of winter, he was rejected by a group of girls again after he tried playing tag with them. He sat on his fluffy bed in his room and cried his sorrows away.

Suddenly he felt the bed dip the tiniest bit and a sweet and calm voice rang through his ears. “Hey Kiddo, don’t be sad. These girls really aren’t the best pick when it comes to finding new friends.” Confused, as to how someone came into his room, without him noticing, he looked into the direction where the voice was coming from. Next to him sat a boy, maybe a couple years older than him, with an encouraging smile. He had little crinkles around his eyes when he smiled and he wore a very similar outfit to what Conner was wearing. Black cargo pants and a gray sweater.

“Who are you and how did you get in my room?” Conner asked curiously. The boy answered, but completely ignored the second part of the question. “I’m Chris and I’d like to be your new friend!”. Conner did not expect that. Never before did someone want to be his friend. Excited at the thought of finally having someone by his side, he immediately asked Chris to play with him and Chris agreed while speedily nodding his head and widening his already big smile. Conner took Chris’ hand and made his way to the orphanage's play room, never noticing that he couldn’t even feel the weight of a hand in his tiny one.

From now on Connor always played with Chris. They were stuck together like glue on a stick and never parted. The other children always asked who Conner was playing with but Conner always shook his head and answered “Come on, I know that you can see Chris, he is right there. Stop lying to me.” The kids, too scared to ask further, just let him be. Mrs. Guillaume had already experienced this before, so she was the least concerned. She knew that nothing bad would happen and that soon, Conner would be adopted into a loving family. All the kids with an imaginary friend would be placed into the best households in town. It was like a good omen to her.

And Mrs. Guillaume was indeed correct. After a while a lovely couple was searching for a young boy to add to their family, since they were unable to create their own but wanted a child so badly. The couple fell in love with Connor, the first time they saw him and Connor did find a liking in them too. After a couple more meetings between Connor and the couple, it was settled that he would move in with them. It was hard for Connor to say goodbye to Chris, cause Chris said that he’d love to go with him but he couldn’t. So, on the day his new parents came to get him Chris stood by the door and waved him goodbye. “Come and visit me when you can, ok?” Chris shouted. Conner turned around one more time and nodded while whispering “I will, I promise.”. The newly made parents, confused as to who their child was talking to, just looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. After that short lived moment, they sweetly urged Conner to get to the car.

Years later, Conner had grown into a respectful, young man. He was living like every other person on this planet. He was very busy with his university studies and his part time job at a local market place that sold fruit and vegetables. But he never ever forgot about Chris. His parents held him back from going to the orphanage at first, as they were told that every child there did not treat their son well. But at a later age Conner persisted on going. On one warm summer night, during his break from college, his parents finally allowed him to go.

He immediately went to the big, old mansion standing in the center of the city and ran to Mrs. Guillaume. The by now pretty old lady knew why he was there and gave him the keys to his old room, along with the information that he was the last boy to ever live there. Others were too scared to even walk by that door because the room was allegedly haunted. Connor accepted the keys while having to let out a chuckle and speedily walking to his tiny old room. Opening the screeching door, he found his old friend Chris standing in the middle of the room not having aged one bit. When Chris saw him, a big smile began to form on his face. “You finally came to visit me. I missed you.” Chris said, at the verge of tears. “Me too” Conner answered, kneeling down and opening his arms to hug Chris.

“Chris, it’s great to see you again. Thank you for making my childhood less miserable. Because of you, I can live normally. Thank you for always being by my side. I really needed that.” “That’s what I’m here for. Therefore my time here is now over. You were the greatest friend I possibly could have wished for. Goodbye.”. Realizing what Chris just said, Conner released from the hug they were holding, but Chris had already vanished. Now, Conner was alone in his old room, with a small smile on his face as he mumbled to himself. “So that was why the children couldn’t see you…”.