#let's plop him in the outer world :D

[dustbon]

Welp, should've thought better about having kids being an ageless man. Tiarnan is growing up fast and we're not feeling hot about having him live the jungle life for the rest of his days.

[ellecdc]

The Drink Snob

mafia!Remus Lupin x fem!reader | 3200 words

p1 // p2 // p3 // p4

CW: mentions of spiked drink (no one drinks it), reference to past spiked drinks, complaining about misogyny, bad reputation of American tourists in the UK (I'm sorry!)

The short of it was: it had been a long day.

The long of it though, by God, was that you really, really needed a drink.

You got to your favourite pub which was only a brisk 7-minute walk from the university; a tiny, hole-in-the-wall Irish pub which probably had several thousand identical pubs lined across the UK but that didn’t matter, dammit, because this one was special – this one was yours. You chuckled at the irony that you had moved half-way across the world to England only to sit yourself in an Irish chain pub that you’d likely be able to find back home a mere 6000 kilometers away.

You relished the feel of the warm air hitting your rosy cheeks after marching your ass down to the pub in the biting wind in naught but a long coat and a scarf. The warm air stung but in all the best ways as you shucked off your outer-layers and plopped down on a stool by the bar, unawares of anyone else within your vicinity other than the bartender promised to serve you your drinks.

“Alright there, Lass? What can I get for ye?” The fellow asked and you could have kissed him right then and there.

“Can I have a negroni and your tallest pint please.” You asked, hoping the desperation in your voice wasn’t noticeable – the fact that the bartender didn’t comment on the odd combination of drinks let you know that is was noticeable. No matter – you were desperate, what did you care?

Turns out you should have cared more.

“I’m sorry but I must tell you, that is an awful combination of drinks.” A lilting voice came from your left side. You groaned audibly and held your hands up to your temples like blinders to avoid even looking at the voice who dared to speak to you after such a day.

“S’pose its good nobody asked you then.” You muttered darkly. You didn’t make a habit of speaking to people this way often – people already spent enough of your time in the UK mistaking you for an American on account of your accent anyway, you needn’t add fuel to the fire by adding to an already bad reputation.

“Please tell me that you’re ordering for a friend. You’ve surely just ordered for someone who’s meeting you here?”

You knew better – you really did. You don’t let strange men in bars know that you’re alone; make them believe someone could show up to save you at any minute. But dammit, you’ve been fending off jackasses all day – what’s one more?

“Apparently, I live to disappoint men, sir, so no – both drinks are for me. Is that quite alright with you? I didn’t realize I had to pass this decision by the board.” You spat, finally turning your what you were sure was a burning gaze to this mystery guy on a stool to your left.

You hesitated in your ire for a moment: the man was quite a bit larger than you had pictured in your mind – not large in a particularly broad way but the man seemed to be excruciatingly tall; he sat basically spilling off his stool, while still managing to look elegant in doing so. He was dressed sharply but not in a way that made him stand out – respectable but forgettable, he blended into this bar well. Or he would if he hadn’t been so fucking handsome.

He had warm, honey-coloured curls that seemed to artfully fall in front of his face, and eyes to match. You’d never seen amber coloured eyes before, but you couldn’t seem to pull your gaze away from them. You did – by god you did – because the rest of the man was too enticing not too. He had a chunk missing out of his left eyebrow which was arched mischievously at what you assumed was your attitude with him, and his crooked smirk matched. He had a few scars littering his face – most were small, but there was one large one that crossed the bridge of his nose, and another nick on the right of his upper lip that may have continued onto his lower, but you didn’t want to get caught staring at his mouth. And of course, of-fucking-course he’d have a dimple. Why wouldn’t he? Could this day get any worse.

“What was the thought process, then?” He asked, his smirk growing deeper.

“What?” You guffawed. He couldn’t seriously be doing this; people didn’t do this, right?

He gestured between the two drinks sat in front of you with his own – a rum and coke if you guessed correctly. “Why those drinks, specifically? They don’t exactly pair well together.”  

You stared dumbly at this hot, audacious man. You hoped he’d decide you weren't worth the breath and move along. He only stared back at you.

“There wasn’t any.”

“Hm?” He queried.

“There wasn’t any. Thought process, I mean.” You muttered, taking a sip of the negroni. “I like both drinks – usually separately, but I’ve been dreaming about getting my ass down here since practically 9:30 this morning and I couldn’t choose which I wanted first and I knew that I planned on getting at least a little bit tipsy in order to pretend I didn’t have a completely mind-fucking day so I thought ‘fuck it, I’ll order both’ and I thought since it was no one’s business but my own what I put into my body that I could get away with it but clearly, I was wrong.” You felt winded after your mini rant as you looked back at the man. He seemed genuinely entertained at your story, though his eyes grew a bit softer.

“Thinking of drinking at 9:30 am, hm?” He pondered out loud. “You know, that’s usually the sign of a problem; one might call it alcoholism.”

You barked a laugh. “Yeah, you call it alcoholism, I call it Gilderoy Lockhart.”

“Ah, so boy-problems then, is it?” He asked in a laugh.

You shot him a warning look. “It is not like that.”

“I didn’t mean to offend.” He offered with his hands in the air in mock surrender. “Tell me what it’s like then.”

You sighed dramatically. “It’s really not that big of a deal, I’m just mad about stuff at school.”

“Ah, you’re a student, then?”

“PhD candidate, but technically, yes.” You offered, downing the rest of the negroni.

“Very neat. What’s your focus?” He asked again as you began sipping on your pint, trying not to grimace at the change in drink. You're sure you failed.

“Music.”

“Hm, I didn’t know one could get a PhD in music.” He queried.

“Music theory, but yeah.” You offered, moving your drink back and forth between your hands.

“And that brought you here? To England? Why not stay in Canada – if that’s where you’re from, pardon my assumption.” He quickly apologized.

You smirked at his correct assumption – thankful that you didn’t come off ‘too American’ today.

“She goes wherever the wind takes her.”

Your statement was met with silence, so you turned to see the man had frozen in his movements and stared at you incredulously.

“Are-are you quoting Disney movies to me?”

“So, you did get the reference.”

“I did, I just fail to see how Pocahontas relates to a PhD program in England on music theory.” He mutters, looking up at you from the rim of his drink.

“I finished my Masters, then the wind changed.” You offered with a shrug, “It brought me here.”

He seemed to study you for a few moments before coming to the conclusion that you weren't going to elaborate further. “And what does this Gabriel fellow have to do with the winds of musical theory?”

You snorted indelicately. “Nothing. He just, I don’t know, it sounds stupid now that I try to say it out loud.”

“None of that, now.” The man said gently with the same smirk on his face, “a smart girl like you doesn’t strike me as the type to overreact to male foolishness.”

He seemed honestly interested in your answer, at least, the most interested anyone has ever seemed in your ramblings about your toe headed fellow PhD’er. You tried facetime’ing your friends from home about him many-a-times before, and they listen but they don't get it. And your schedules don’t align and with the time-difference one of you is always either just waking up or going to bed. But this random, handsome guy in your bar making fun of your drinks has done nothing but listen so far and you really wanted to get it off your chest.

So, you did.

You told him how your morning started terribly as you ripped a hole in your stockings and only noticed once you got to campus and you usually don’t dress this formally to campus, but you were guest lecturing for Minerva and you know professors didn’t technically have a dress code, but she always looked well put together so, dammit, so were you. You explained that your mother always was the superstitious type and had you carry an emergency pair on you at all times, so you were thankfully able to change, but only after you spilled coffee on your blazer and had to shrug that off for the day and the lecture halls are ridiculously cold always; you know these stone buildings were built before electricity but surely with the great minds this school has churned out, they could find a way to keep the warm air in and cold drafts out?

And if all that hadn’t been bad enough, the other PhD candidate working under McGonagall is this absolute bell-end that you're almost positive has plagiarized half of his written work because everything he spews is absolute nonsense. He’s rude, and condescending, and spoke over you throughout all of your lectures to wax poetic about different Opera’s he’s performed in across the world - that you swear to God you will fact-check one of these days - that had absolutely nothing to do with the course content. And then, and then, he had the audacity to suggest you were only here because the school was required to accept a minimum number of foreign students and since you were, quote, just a woman, you also checked off their minority requirements too.

“People don’t get accepted here because of their nationality or their gender or their status as a minority. They’re supposed to get here because they’re good.” You muttered, finishing your pint you hadn’t realized you had guzzled during your rant

“And how’d Gavin get in, then?” He asked. You choked on the last of your beer.

“Fucked if I know.” You sighed.

A few more pints were placed in front of you as you continued to rant about the ins and outs of being a scholar in the world of music [for Christ’s sake, what was I thinking? I’ll never work a day in my life.] The man interrupting only to say that switching back to liquor would be a choice you would regret in the morning, and who were you to argue?

And he listened. He scoffed at some parts when you quoted Gilderoy suggesting something ridiculously altruistic that he’d done for the less fortunate while being nothing but condescending, he sprinkled in a few you’re kidding me’s, and even asked you to repeat something he couldn’t fathom the first time.

“See? I knew it. A smart girl like you wouldn’t overreact like that. Sounds like you’re perfectly justified in your ire.” He said.

You hummed as you finished your last pint. You felt thoroughly warm and heavy which was your intention of coming to the pub in the first place. You looked over to notice that the man – whose name you still hadn’t got – was still holding the same drink he had when you first arrived.

“Who are you here waiting for, then?” You asked him.

He looked confused for a moment. “How do you know I wasn’t just in desperate need of a drink myself?”

You nodded toward his still half-full cup in his hand. “Because you really haven’t been drinking.”

He narrowed his eyes and smirked at you. “Observant, aren’t you? Clever girl.” You rolled your eyes at the compliment.

“I was supposed to meet a business associate, actually.” He offered as he looked behind you towards the bar door. You turned to take in the rest of the bar yourself; it didn’t seem like the sort of place one would meet a business associate. The bar was dimly lit and somewhat claustrophobic; it didn’t offer a lot of privacy to talk business. You liked it because it was small - you’d be able to see everyone who was currently in the building with one sweep of your gaze save those who may be in the washrooms, and you could see out onto the street from your seat at the bar.

“I think it might be safe to say they stood you up.” You offered with a smirk as you turned to look back at him, only to find him already looking at you.

“I think you might be right.” He offered, looking you up and down.

You couldn’t help but admit he was quite attractive – and not just in his honey-blond curls and mischievous smirk and long limbs way, but he seemed clever, smart, and clearly he was a good listener. You sort of hoped he’d offer you his name, maybe even his number. You wouldn’t mind waiting around for a business associate of his with him again sometime.

You had no such luck.

He began to stand with an expression that bordered regret crossing his face.

“It appears I must be off.” He offered with a sad smirk as he placed some bills down on the table. You weren't quite familiar with the bills in the UK yet, but it seemed like an awful lot of money for the one drink he had at the bar that was still unfinished. You took notice of said drink as you came to this conclusion and got a weird feeling in your gut as he took the drink by the rim and brought it to his lips.

“Wait!” You said as you grabbed his arm. He tensed immediately and you pulled your hand away as if it burned. “I’m sorry. Just, is that the same drink you had when I first arrived?”

He looked from the drink back to you with furrowed brows. “Yes, why?”

You pointed to the drink he still held in his hand. “It’s old.”

He smirked. “Are you a drink snob, miss orders-two-incompatable-drinks-together-and-drinks-them-at-the-same-time?” You rolled your eyes and snatched the drink out of his hand as he brought it to his lips once again, which earned you an indignant ‘oi!’

“No, you berk, what I mean is, this drink is old. It’s warm to the touch, the ice has all melted and it should be as flat as a board but it’s bubbling, like, a lot.” You said as you held it in front of his eyes. He watched you for a few moments before you continued.

“It looks like someone put something in it.”

His gaze shot back to his drink where, sure enough, his should-be-flat diet coke was fizzing wildly as it began to turn a slightly murky shade.

You watched as he gently plucked the drink from your hand and casually put it back down on the bar and shrugged on his jacket.

“It appears you’re right.” He said in monotone. “Looks like we both ought to take our leave, hm?”

You nodded and followed suit; replacing your jacket and scarf you had ripped off unceremoniously as you had entered and headed for the door. The alcohol made you wobble for but a moment, but you were quickly righted by a gentle hand pressed to your lower back. Mortified, you put your best foot forward and marched out the door, hoping your embarrassment wasn't to evident in your cheeks.

You had to admit, you were beginning to panic. Why were you trusting this man? You had spent the last – you checked your watch – nearly two hours talking to this man whose name you still don’t know completely unaware of what was happening around you, and it turned out that there was someone here drugging drinks.

What if it’s him? An unhelpful part of your brain supplied. Why would he spike his own drink and then almost drink it? You argued back.

“You should be more careful.” You offered in what you had hoped to be a playful manner, but it came out strained. “Do you know of any reason why someone may want to spike your drink?”

He seemed to consider your question as you both walked somewhat briskly down the busy street to the subway station.

“No reason that would be suitable to share in the presence of a lady, I’m afraid.” He offered with a wink, leaning down slightly with his hands in his pocket. This answer didn’t make you feel any better.

“Any particular reason why you’re familiar with the signs of a spiked drink?” He offered back.

“I have a feeling most girls would be able to answer that.”

“Hm, perhaps. But I do not believe all would be as quick to catch it as you were.”

You didn’t answer him; you decided you had shared more than enough with this stranger tonight, and you were officially feeling all sorts of uncomfortable with the situation. You were mostly uncomfortable with how not uncomfortable you felt. It felt easy, walking with this stranger, as if you’ve been walking down dreary streets of London together for ages and this was just another Tuesday.

He stopped suddenly and flagged a taxi. You scowled at how quickly a cab stopped for him and his long as arms.

“Here, it’s too muggy for such a lady to brave the underground.” He offered as he opened the door. You began to protest, you had a tube pass through school for a reason, but his hand was on your lower back again as he gently led you into the car and closed the door before sticking his head in the window of the front passenger seat and tossing a handful of bills at the driver.

“Anywhere she wants to go.” He said, stepping back to the middle of the sidewalk and waving you off.

Between the alcohol, your nerves and being disarmed by the attractiveness of this man, you simply spouted the address of your flat to the driver and turned your face forward. The whole evening seemed otherworldly – like you were missing a big chunk of information of what happened tonight, even though you could account for every minute of it.

Your suspicions would have been proven correct if you had turned around to see your mystery man again, who was now accompanied by two other similarly dressed men - one with an unruly mop of brown curls and a shorter man with long black hair tied back haphazardly - who began chasing a fourth man in earnest down the street in the opposite direction.

Continue to part two here.

[wheeier]

no taking back

summary: it was only fun and games. but steve had other plans.

warnings: modern au, tooth-rotting fluff i guess, little but of swearing

+ olivia rodrigo’s sour album (stream besties), the movie tangled at the end because it just radiates as a comfort movie

yes a modern au !!! i just saw this on tiktok (the sour part, but the rest was my idea!) and thought it was so cute so it gave me an idea to make it as a fic, enjoy !!!

steve harrington x fem!reader

olivia rodrigo’s new album just released and you were thrilled to listen to it and stream it the whole day.

when you finally got to listen to it, you asked your friends—robin, nancy, and the party, if they listened to it and which ones were their favorites.

robin told you that her top three were hope ur ok, jealousy, jealousy, and brutal.

nancy said she really loved favorite crime.

max said hers was also brutal.

el told you that she played good 4 u and traitor on repeat that hopper had to go into her room to turn it down.

when mike comes over to the cabin he can assure that el does indeed play them on repeat and get pissy about it (but he secretly loves the album, but he wouldn’t let her or anyone know that).

and lastly lucas and dustin are fans of deja vu and 1 step forward 3 steps back. max even told you that they would sing the bridge of deja vu on the top of their lungs.

you slightly laughed at the memory of them telling you about it.

however, there’s one more person that you haven’t talked to about it yet.

steve.

your smile faltered and faded when he came across in your mind.

your feelings for him had deepened over the time and listening to the sour album made it feel like you two had broken up, which in fact, is not true because you were never together in the first place.

suddenly, an idea popped in your head. instead of being sad about steve, you thought about texting him, although it’s almost 1AM, you knew he’d still be up.

Sailor Man

You: hey

You: u up?

Sailor Man: duh

Sailor Man: this has been our nightly routine u always bother me when i’m about to go to sleep

You: fuck off

You: don’t pretend that you’re not binge watching outer banks until 4am

Sailor Man: i’m not?!?

You: yeah right

You: anyways

You: can u do me a favor

Sailor Man: will i get free pizza afterwards

You: no

Sailor Man: k

You: what the fuck

You: fine

Sailor Man: hehe

Sailor Man: what’s the favor ;)

You: dont get me started with that winky face i swear ure so dead when i see you at the wheeler’s house tomorrow

You: have you listened to olivia rodrigo’s new album

Sailor Man: ohh the bitter album?

You: ITS SOUR DUMBASS

Sailor Man: I DONT KNOW?!?

You: I CANT DO THIS HJAGSK

Sailor Man: shut up

Sailor Man: i’ve heard some of the songs but i haven’t fully listened to them

Sailor Man: why

You: can you like

You: ask me to be ur girlfriend then break up with me right after so i can experience and actually feel the whole sour album

Sailor Man: what

You: just do it !!

Sailor Man: you’re so funny (y/n/n)

Sailor Man: okay

Sailor Man: will you be my girlfriend?

You: yes !!!

You: ...

You: hello

You: dont tell me u fell asleep

Sailor Man: i’m not doing the last part you might as well forget about it

You: wjat

Sailor Man: :D

You: wtf

You: okay steve cut it out i’m not doing this anymore u’re not funny

Sailor Man: nope

Sailor Man: go to sleep we’re dating now that’s how this works

Sailor Man: okay i dont know if you’re still reading this now and i am terrified to say this to you in person like TERRIFIED. might piss my pants if i did. so (y/n/n), my favorite dumbass, my favorite person to talk to at night even if it interrupts my binge watching marathon, you make me so happy to the point that even when i sleep you’re still in my dreams. i like you. i have like the biggest fattest crush on you. and thank you for doing that sour album thing or whatever, because of that i get to finally ask you out

you rolled on your back after you read the message, facing the ceiling as your mind processed what just happened. was he playing with you? was he actually serious about asking you out?

Incoming video call...

Sailor Man

you took a deep breath before tapping the green button and placing it back down on the bed.

“hey,” you can tell that he was tired based on his voice. “can you show your face, please? i miss you.”

ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you hesitantly lifted the phone and shifted your position to lay on your side. “hey.”

“hey yourself.” steve grins. that stupid grin that makes your stomach turn, that grin you always want to see everyday.

“what’s..up?” you avoided looking at him and started to admire your surroundings and the posters placed on your wall. this was the only time you were glad you weren’t with him in person.

“i just wanted to see if you’re okay.” of course he will ask that. he's steve. he cares about other more than himself.

“i am, thanks.” you showed a smile that doesn't reach your ears and steve knew something was bothering you. “hey, look. i'm sorry about my confession- if it made you uncomfortable i'm sorry-”

“no,” you cut him off, looking back at his face on the screen. “i’m fine, really. you don't have to apologize. i was just, surprised.”

there was silence between the two of you for a few seconds, before you spoke again. “did you mean it?” you voice was only above whisper but steve managed to hear them. “of course,” he answered almost too quick, without any hesitation. “i've been trying to find the perfect opportunity and had been asking god for signs because i can't make a move myself-”

“asking god?” you chuckled and steve smiled hearing them, glad that he somehow lightened the mood. “well, more like begging.” he continues and you giggled.

once your laughter died you both fell into silence again. you still couldn’t believe that out of a fun joke, it would turn into a whole another situation. “so, um.. just so you know, i’m not mad, or upset, or anything. i really was just surprised. it felt like a dream because i didn’t know that you like me back and all i did was just supposed to be a fun joke but—”

“hold on, back?”

“what?”

“like you back. you said i like you back.” steve sat up on his bed and fixed his hair as his eyes widened. “i did...” you said slowly, not catching up.

“does that mean you..”

then it hit you. “oh, right. yeah. i- i like you..too.” you waited for his reaction and once you saw him smile you couldn’t stop yourself from doing the same.

“i knew it. and well, i guess that confirms it. we’re dating now. no taking back.” he smirks then laughs when your rolled your eyes. “don’t flatter yourself, harrington. i did not say shit.” you pointed your index finger on the screen, barely containing your giggles.

“based on your beautiful smile i think you don’t need to say it. i like you, and you like me. we’re dating.” steve gives you a teasing smile. you tried keeping your serious face but it won’t last longer so you finally smiled again. “alright, fine. no taking backs. we’re dating.” you said then laughed as he whisper-yelled ‘yes!’ while fist pumping the air.

he soon joined your laughter and you stayed like that until your jaw was pretty much in pain because of your smiles. when it was all quiet again, you both just admired each other’s presence through the screens of your phones. “i wish i was there with you.” he mumbles. “yeah, me too.” you hugged your cold pillow beside you, closing your eyes for a moment and imagining it as steve.

“are your parents home?”

you snorted at his random question. “i’m actually alone right now, they’re out because dad got promoted at his work so he and mom and i think a few friends went out to celebrate. they should be home by an hour or two. why?”

“nothing.” was all he said before hanging up. you were left confused but then he’s your best friend after all, so you knew right then and there that he’ll do something stupid. after you turned your phone off you suddenly felt watching a movie so you went to the kitchen to make some popcorn.

when it was finished and had been put in a bowl, that’s when you heard your doorbell rang—in a pattern which you recognize, and only one person does that.

you let out a quiet laugh when you realized who it was and set the bowl on the counter before opening the door.

“hi!” steve greeted you with a smile. “uh, hi?” you laughed nervously and stepped aside for him to go in. “i smell popcorn, are we having a movie night?” he says as he steps inside and shrugged off his jacket. “actually yeah, i’m planning on watching—”

“tangled.” he finishes off, you subconsciously smiled upon hearing your favorite movie. “how’d you know?”

steve snatches a few popcorns from the bowl as you both arrived in the kitchen. “(y/n), you have watched that movie 7 times this week and always gush to me about it.”

“well, you’re the only one that is around my age that i can talk to with that movie. robin and nancy aren’t that into it.” you replied, grabbing the bowl and making your way back to your bedroom, steve following your heels. “and you think i’m the best option to talk to about that?” he asks, plopping down on your bed and resting his back on the headboard.

“you’re not complaining.” you shrugged as you grabbed your laptop and sat beside steve.

“yeah, probably because i like you.” it came out of his mouth casually. you froze in place and felt your cheeks heat up, finally nodding your head slowly, “..probably.” as you typed in the movie in your laptop you felt steve scoot closer, making your breath hitch.

you were both in a comfortable silence while watching the movie, except for a few jokes and comments that steve makes and him explaining how similar he was to flynn rider.

“you know, since i’m eugene, you could be rapunzel.” he suddenly says. you eyes were still on the screen but your eyebrows furrowed. “why? i’m nothing like her.”

finally looking at steve, you almost screamed how he was already looking at you. “oh, you are so rapunzel. you may not have the longest hair in the world, but you are pretty much similar.” he replies, smiling and not taking his eyes off of you.

you paused the movie and shifted your body towards him, intrigued by his explaination. “how so?”

“well, first off,” steve starts, resting his hands on the soft mattress. “you’re both sweet, you’re both a huge ray of sunshine, have gorgeous eyes and smile, and eugene is head over heels over you — and since he doesn’t exist in real life, i’d like to be the substitute.” he finished with a confident smile.

after about three seconds, you burst out of laughter. you laughed. as much as he loves the sound of your laugh, he can’t help but pout. “(y/n), i’m trying to be sweet here!”

“i’m sorry!- it’s just- i can’t help but laugh at your flirting.” you managed to say between your laughs. you know he’s kidding but he looked at you like he was offended.

your laughter died down and held steve’s face. “it’s cute, sorry.” you mumble with a little laugh. when he finally smiled you turned to your laptop and continued the movie.

steve gazes at you for a few more seconds before watching the movie with you again. “thank you.” you whisper, glancing at him.

“you’re very much welcome, my rapunzel.” he says smiling before he slides a bit down on the bed so his head could reach your shoulder and rests it there.

you giggled as you heard him whisper,

“thank you, olivia rodrigo.”

[gr0vndz3ro]

Object of Desire

Demon!Bakugou x Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Dub-con, public, barely plot??, swearing, dirty talk, degradation, choking, mentions/use of alcohol, semi public?, oral, unprotected sex

Word count: 2,459

A/N: im soRRY but ya girl is  i n s p i r e d. I started writing this at 5 am and im convinced that is when I get my best writing done, and that's on a fucked up sleep schedule. If you want the same effect I had when I wrote this listen to Leviathan by G-Easy. Art is not mine, if you know the artist let me know pls. 

It was late and you were way to drunk to be walking the streets by yourself. Your friends had begged you to come out with them to go partying, you knew you would come to regret it in the morning. You and your friends slammed drinks after drinks without a care in the world, it was Halloween night after all, what else were a bunch of single ladies suppose to do. So this is how you were now carrying a pair of heels by your side, in a dress that was just a little to short, and a headband with fuzzy black ears now digging into your head because you can’t go out without a costume according to your friends. 

Your feet patter against the rough concrete, the only thing protecting you from the ground is the pantyhose you threw on earlier in some attempt to be modest. The street lights in your neighbor hood shine a dim yellow light across the street, the only other light coming from decorations from houses you pass. No body was out on the street except for the other occasional drunks, seeing as it was some ungodly hour in the morning. 

You would have called a cab if you had any clue what had happened to your phone, you faintly remember your friend taking at the beginning of the night so you couldn’t ditch them. Smart, because you NEVER did stuff like this. You’re considered the “mom” friend of your group. At this point you just wanted to plop down in your bed and forget about tonight.

Suddenly you’re taken out of your thoughts by the sound of foot steps behind you. You end up ignoring it, assuming it’s just another person trying to get home after a long night of partying, like yourself. You keep your pace and decide to take a short cut wanting to get out of your ridiculous “costume”, dipping into an alley you were very familiar with, never realizing how poorly lit it was, seeing as you were never out this late. 

Red eyes, unknown to you, watch your every move. A smirk growing on his face as he enters the alley.

Walking down the road, you suddenly start feeling like you’re being watched so you quickly turn around to calm your nerve. Not seeing anyone behind you, you continue on your walk. You make the turn around the corner and confusion takes over as you face to face with a wall. Did I take a wrong turn? I could have sworn this was the right street.. You shrug your shoulders turning around to exit the dead end when you feel your heart stop. The only light in the alley was the moons glow, but that was all you needed to see those vermilion eyes staring into you. You go to let out a scream but are stopped as a hand covers your mouth.

“Hey, hey, we wouldn’t anyone to hear you and think something is wrong...” The man infront of you pauses, breaking your eye contact to let his eyes roam over you. A smirk takes over his face and you can see sharp canines peek out from his lip. He tilts his head to the side and reaches to your head fixing your ears “...now would we kitten”.

Your eyes dart behind him to see if there was any way someone could see what was happening and come help, but you knew deep down, no one was going to make the same mistake you did and walk into an empty dead end. The man infront takes a step toward you slowly closing the gap.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone huh? Don’t you know there are bad men out walking the street at this hour.” He voice sending chills down your spine as you do everything in you power to keep your eyes off of him. Looking all around you for something, anything to get you out of that alley. You let out a gasp as you feel a hand make its way into your hair, “I asked you a question, you going to answer me?” His eye brow quirked as he waits. 

“I was heading home from a party my friends invited me to, we all ended up getting really drunk. I was going to call a cab but I think one of my friends took my phone and she went home with some guy, even though she told me the reason she was taking me out was to get laid.” The truth spilling from you mouth without missing a bet. You hadn’t meant to say a that to the stranger but between the alcohol and his enchanting gaze, you couldn’t stop yourself. Your mouth drops open as you slam a hand to your lips, mortified at what you had just said. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“You meant it though. Here I thought you were a good girl but all you want is some dick, such a dirty little slut.” His head dipping into your neck, licking a wet strip from your collarbone to just under you ear, stopping to nibble on your ear lobe. “I can make you feel so good you just got to say the word and I’ll make it happen.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the mans lewd words. All you could think of was to push him off of you but the growing heat in-between your legs prevented you. You felt as his hands traveled you body lightly, sending all types of chills down your spine and into your core. Quickly, you grab his wrists when they dip under your dress to your outer thighs.

“Oh what do have here, are you going to stop me princess. Go ahead tell me to stop, I dare you to try.” You open your mouth but no words come out. You were frozen between the wall and his gaze. You couldn’t find the words to make him stop. But honestly you didn’t want to. The burning trails his fingertips left as they dug into the sensitive skin on your legs was enough to make shiver in anticipation. “That’s what I had thought, now your going to be a good little girl for me now aren’t you? Going to do everything I tell you too”. 

“But I-I don’t even know your name” you let out as a feeble attempt to get him to stop.

“It’s Katsuki and you can bet it’ll be the only name you remember when I done with you.”

He shakes his hands from your grasp and moves them to inner thigh, nudging your legs apart. Your leg open without you even thinking and a warm jolt gets sent to your core as you feel him rip open your pantyhose. He moves his head from his assault on your neck down your torso until he is met with your lacey underwear now on view. A blush crosses you face as you watch him lick his lips when he sees how wet you are from how little he has done to you.

“You’re soaked and I haven’t even touched you yet. You really are just a dirty little slut aren’t you.” Now on his knees he brings your legs further apart as he brings his face to your heated core. Locking his eyes with yours, he runs a long strip with his tongue against your clothed core. A wine escapes your lips at the action causing your already damp underwear to now be soaked. His teeth catch hold at the top and rips the garment off of you, you gasp as the cold air hits your newly exposed area. His warm breath fans across you as he sticks out his tongue again. You soon realized the situation you were in and how dirty it made you feel.

“I..I never do stuff like this” trying desperately to clear your image. You look down at the blond between your legs and notice two horns that stick out of each side of his head. Your eyes travel down his body taking in his large build and to the large black and red wings that come out form his back. “W-wait are you supposed to be the devil or something?” His eyes light up underneath you and he smirks

“Oh you have no idea” A load moan rips from your mouth as he plunges his tongue past your lips deep into you. You squirm as you feel it travel up inside of you, what the fuck no normal tongue can do this, but you are taken out of your thoughts as it brushes against your soft spongey wall. Just as quickly as the overwhelming sensation had came it left, his tongue retreating out of you as you let out a whine at lose of contact. “Quiet now, you don't want anyone to hear how desperate you are now do you?”

You nodded your head and bit down on your lip as the familiar feeling sends warm surges to your core. His tongue was going to be the death of you. The things you’d sign away to feel like this forever. The way it moved inside of you like no other, pressing against all the right spots perfectly. With how hard you were biting down on your lip you were sure you would draw blood but it was to good for you to handle. If this is just his tongue imagine if...the dirty thought causes you to clench around him. His moan vibrates against your clit at the feeling making you roll back your eyes at the sensation. The warm knot growing bigger as you felt yourself coming closer by this stranger.

“I-I’m so close” You barely manage to get out, not able to think due to the pure pleasure seeping through you. He lets out a groan against you, giving you permission to come undone. And that final vibration was all you needed to release that building pressure in your core. You bit down most of your moan but a small whimper still manages to make its way out. You feel his tongue leave and lick up every drop that may have escaped.

“You taste so good angel, wouldn’t want any of this to go to waste.” He moves to your thigh leaving light kisses that soon turn into harsh attacks, his sharp teeth grazing your skin. Finally he manages to peel himself away and moves back up to your face, just inches away you can see his once bright red eyes darken with lust. “Now I am going to fuck you so hard you wont be able to walk the rest of the way home.” His hand finds its way around you neck lightly giving it a squeeze “But I bet a little slut like you would love that huh?”

You feel your airway constricting, not only from his hand but the words that he said, a throb surging through your already sensitive core. You hear him shuffle and then move his hand from your neck to the back of your thighs, giving them a squeeze making you jump. He lifts you up with that momentum and you instinctively wrap your legs around his hips. A whimper leaves your lips as you feel his head slide against your folds, coating in your slick.

Suddenly he drops you onto him, as he plunges fully into you. You throw your head onto his shoulder, biting at the fabric of his shirt as he stretches you out. You weren’t expecting him to be that big, but he filled you up perfectly. You can feel his smirk against your skin as he lets you adjust to his size. The cold feeling of rough brick against your back as you try to get used to it.

“Pleease… move” you let out, barely louder than a whisper.

“Oh with pleasure” He moves out of you completely, with just his tip at your entrance before slamming back into you. A groan escapes his lips at how tight your walls hug him. “For such a slutty girl you’re so fucking tight kitten” 

His movements speed up sending you into a state of euphoria. His dick hitting your g-spot with every rut. He dips his head into your neck, searching for your sensitive spot. As a moan rips from you mouth he knew he had found it, and starts his attacking, earning all kind of noises from you. 

His speed was starting to pick up even faster and you don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to with stand this. His dick moving in and out of you at an inhuman speed. Sensitive to every move he made, you could feel the way his thick veins rubbed against your walls causing your toes to curl as you felt a burning sensation start to build back up.

“I-I don’t think I c-can last much longer” was all you can say as he slams into you.

“Let everyone know who is making you feel this good, let them know who you belong to now.” He growls against your neck, teeth drawing blood due to his bit.

“You! God, you Katsuki. I’m all yours!” You scream out, pleasure starting to completely take over you, note even caring about your volume. A devilish smirk takes over his face.

“Then cum for me.” His says as he slams deep into you. His words making you come undone for the second time that night. This was so much more intense then the first one, your legs squeezing around him hard as you loose all control. His pace starts to falter as he watches you come apart in front of him causing him to reach his own high. He twitches within you, hot ropes filling you up as he moans at his release.

Your breathing rough as you try to regain your senses. He hold you in place against him and the wall as you catch you breath, as he does the same. Eventually he pulls out of you and lowers you to the ground, your knees wanting to instantly give out but they don’t. You eyes meet his as you realize what has just happened. 

“Am I ever going to see you again?” You feel dumb even asking the question, until you hear him chuckle infront front of you.

“You’ll be seeing lots of me” His gaze drops down and you follow it to your wrist. Gasping as you seeing a binding mark on your wrist with a red glow to it. You quickly look and lock eyes with him, the same red glow meeting you. He lowers his head back to your ear once again as his next words send chills down your spine.

“You’re mine now.”

[trensu]

Episode 34: The One where Detective Wangxian is on the Case!

WWX IS RUNNING FOR HIS LIFE!!

From Fairy the wonder dog, lol. The pupper just looks so pleased to be chasing after wwx.

Poor wwx gets himself cornered tho and jin ling looks all smug about it, the little brat

OMG I AM D Y I N G

Wwx: LAN ZHAN HELP MEEEEE

Lwj: *backflips into the scene with his scabbard held high totally ready to throw down with a kid*

Chill out, lwj, the kid’s like twelve

And as soon as lwj places himself in front of wwx to protect him from the big bad kid, wwx LATCHES ON TO HIM, 

GRIPPING LWJ’S SHOULDERS WITH ALL HIS MIGHT

AND HE’S ALL PRESSED UP AGAINST HIS BACK 

AHHHHHHHH

But lol, jin ling seems to seriously be weighing his options here?

Like, hmm, this is the great hanguang-jun so my odds aren’t the best but i got fairy the wonder dog and also my dad’s awesome Magic Ghost-Busting sword so…

Wwx: i’m so glad you’re here!

This is when lwj notices that wwx is actually cowering from the dog, not the child, and lwj levels a glare at the dog. Like, he really Glares at fairy.

Fairy NOPES right out of there bc animals have better self-preservation instincts than humans

Jin ling lets out this cute little gasp when fairy ditches him and then he glares at lwj

(pretty ballsy move coming from a kid, tbh)

Lwj, obvs, is completely unfazed and just gives him a cold stare in return

THEN JIN LING POUTS LIKE THE ADORABLE BRAT HE IS AND KICKS AT SOME BASKETS BEFORE STORMING OFF

LOVE THAT KID

(i mean, if i met a kid like that irl i’d probably hate his spoiled little guts, BUT BC THIS IS MAKE-BELIEVE I CAN ENJOY HIS BRATTY BEHAVIOR LOLOLOL)

Once the dog is gone, wwx makes this nervous little giggle (SO FREAKING CUTE) and peels himself off of lwj

Pretty sure lwj is like wait no come back, but like internally bc god forbid he express himself verbally

Wwx goes back to the mountebank and starts interrogating him about Plot Things

We’re gonna ignore all that chitchat and just watch his pretty face get all animated in detective mode

*dreamy sigh* wwx, so pretty so pretty

Lwj hasn’t stopped staring at him this whole time either! I FEEL YOU BRO

AHHHH WE SEE NHS BEING ALL MR. KNOW-NOTHING

“I DON’T KNOW, I DON’T KNOW, I REALLY DON’T KNOW. PLEASE DON’T ASK ME ME. I REALLY DON’T KNOW ANYTHING.”

LOVE THAT GUY

GIVE HIM AN ANCIENT FANTASY CHINA OSCAR.

Now we’re in a forest! This is MUCH better than the last time we were in a forest!!

OUR BOYS ARE WALKING SIDE BY SIDE TOGETHER LIKE THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO BE AND I AM OVERJOYED

They’re chatting about the nie bros, like omg can’t believe nhs is sect leader and his big brother dropped dead???

SUDDENLY THERE’S BARKING!

Wwx: DOG!!

AND IMMEDIATELY DUCKS BEHIND LWJ, GRIPPING HIS UPPER ARMS LIKE HIS LIFE DEPENDS ON IT

HE’S MAKING HIMSELF ALL SMALL BEHIND HIS HANDSOME HEROIC SOULMATE WHO WILL DEF PROTECT HIM FROM ALL THE BIG MEAN DOGS IN THE WORLD

Lwj: wei ying, there’s no dogs here

Omg wwx is clinging so close that his chin brushes up against lwj’s shoulder aND I AM SWOONING

Oh, but he lets go, all embarrassed and awkward

Lwj gives him a Look

Wwx: don’t look at me like that

Lwj: why are you afraid of dogs?

Wwx: don’t ask me why either

HE SOUNDS SO CUTE AND SULKY SAYING THAT AND HE’S GOT A LITTLE POUT

AND I’M JUST LIKE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SO CUTE I’M GONNA DIE

Lwj is a perfect gentleman tho bc he just accepts that wwx doesn’t want to talk about the dog thing and goes on ahead

But before lwj can get even 3 steps away, wws LUNGES for him and grabs his arm

Wwx: lan zhan! Alright, i’ll tell you, i’ll say it

He says this like lwj twisted his arm and forced him to or smth lol

Wwx: i was a street kid when i was little and often had to fight stray dogs for food

POOR BB!WWX :( :( :(

Wwx: thankfully jfm took me to lotus pier but he also made jc send away his puppers, just like i made jin ling do…

Wwx: they really live up to their blood; he hates me so much. Just like jc.

HE SOUNDS SO SADDDD

And then he sighs like resigned to the fact that his brother will hate him forever??? WHICH HURTS ME SO MUCH, LET MY YUNMENG BROS RECONCILE AND BE HAPPY, DAMN IT

Wwx: lan zhan, let’s go

2 seconds later he hears barking again

Wwx freAKING YANKS LWJ IN FRONT OF HIM AND THEN COWERS BEHIND HIM IN THE MOST ADORABLE WAY

Wwx: that really is a dog, right??

HE CLINGS SO TIGHTLY TO LWJ’S ARMS, I CAN’T

Lwj: it’s still far. Why are you hiding?

He asks like he's not absolutely LOVING having wwx cling to him

We get a wonderful close up shot of wwx’s face here, so please take a moment to admire it (so pretty, so pretty, i love him!!)

Wwx: just let me hide!!

Lwj: *lets him hide* it sounds like jin ling’s wonder dog. It’s barking, something must’ve happened

Wwx: let’s...let’s take a look?

Awww, wwx stutters that out and he’s all pale with fear but he’s still willing to go investigate BC HE WANTS TO MAKE SURE HIS NEPHEW IS SAFE DESPITE THE BIG SCARY DOG

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Wwx: h-hanguang jun, move. How can i move if you don’t move?

BC HE’S STILL ALL CROUCHED BEHIND HIM, SO CUTE SO CUTE

Lwj purses his lips here and looks back at wwx

Lwj: let go of me first

It comes off as kind of annoyed BUT WE ALL KNOW HE’S JUST UPSET THAT WWX IS GONNA HAVE TO UN-CLING FROM HIM

And now we get beautiful close up shots of wwx’s hands gripped ever so tightly on lwj’s fancy white outer robes and watch as they very reluctantly loosen and let go

He’s laughing all nervously aND CRINKLES HIS NOSE WITH A BASHFUL SMILE AND I’M GONNA DIE FROM THE CUTE OMG

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

HAVE I MENTIONED?? BC I DO. SO VERY MUCH.

As soon as lwj forges ahead, wwx grabs him by the shoulders again and follows close behind lol

Oh great, more fog in a forest

Wwx: this is a disorientation trap! It must’ve been set by a human

Lwj: looks like the legends of walker ridge are not unfounded

(oh yeah, plot thing about a man-eating ridge which is why we’re in the forest)

Wwx: lan zhan look!

AND NOW WE GET TO WATCH THEM WORK TOGETHER

I LOVE WATCHING THEM WORK TOGETHER

LOOK AT THEM BEING BEAUTIFUL AND IN LOVE AND DETECTIVE-ING ALL OVER THE PLACE

And now we’re at a mysterious creepy bunker in the middle of the forest!

Fairy barks again and wwx hides behind lwj AGAIN and everything IS GREAT

Wwx: why can i hear the dog but not see it???

Lwj: the disorientation trap must be keeping it out

Wwx: would jin ling be kept out by the trap too??

Lwj: nah, if jin ling were out, the dog wouldn’t be freaking out

Wwx: makes sense *does that nose tap thing THAT I LOVE* sooo how do we get in?

Lwj goes to investigate and wwx lunges for him again

Wwx: ah! Lan zhan, wait for me!!

I AM LOVING EVERY SECOND OF THIS

Our boys find that the bunker’s been busted open and figure that jin ling must’ve done it so they go inside to look for him

We hear screechy noises of resentful energy

Oh no! Wwx gets all woozy from it!

Lwj: how is it?

Wwx: noisy

HE KEEPS HAVING TO PAUSE TO CATCH HIMSELF, MY POOR SUNSHINE BOY

Oh, he pulls out the evil-detecting compass to help guide them through the bunker

Following the compass, following the compass, compass tick tick ticks away

BLADES SHRINE

WE’VE ARRIVED AT THE BLADES SHRINE

Wwx starts calling out for his nephew and he and lwj start cracking open caskets like graverobbers, shame on them!

Wwx: weird. Why are they all blades?

GUQIN TIME

I LOVE GUQIN TIME

IT’S INQUIRY GUQIN TIME!! EVEN MORE FUN!!!

Wwx gets all excited: you’re associating with the spirit?

Lwj: *nods* he’s here

Wwx: ask him for me - what is this place, what is it for, built by whom?

Omg wwx take it easy, one question at a time plz

Ofc lwj just goes ahead and does exactly as his wei ying asks him

The guqin lets out a couple of notes from the spirit (FOREVER THE COOLEST WAY TO COMMUNE WITH SPIRITS)

Wwx: what did he say?

Lwj: idk

Wwx: ??????

Lwj: the spirit said ‘i don’t know’

Wwx: good for you lan zhan, you even know how to make me speechless now

Lwj keeps playing his guqin for answers

EEEEEEEEEE WWX JUST CLIMBS UP AND PLOPS HIMSELF ON TOP OF THE COFFIN THAT’S HOLDING LWJ’S GUQIN AND JUST SCOOTS HIMSELF CLOSER TO LWJ

I LOVE MY SUNSHINE BOY

So they keep interrogating the spirit and find out that the spirit knows nothing

Wwx: a spirit confined here and he knows nothing? It’s the first time i’ve ever seen a spirit like that

Wwx: lan zhan, could the spirit be...nhs?

HE SAYS WITH A HUGE SUNNY SMILE ON HIS FACE AAAAAAHHHHHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Wwx: lol jk, don’t mind me. Lan zhan, how about asking it’s gender. He should know this

Lwj: male

Wwx: FINALLY a decent answer

They keep asking questions and determine that jin ling is in fact in the room even tho they haven’t seen him anywhere!

Wwx: could the spirit be lying??

Lwj: i’m here. He can’t lie.

Look, i know he means it bc spirits can’t lie through inquiry or whatever but i LOVE the implication that people simply cannot lie in the presences of the great hanguang jun

Lwj starts guqin’ing again while wwx searches the blades shrine again

We get a shot from outside the bunker and see the robes of a ~mysterious figure~

Ooooh, and we get an absolutely GORGEOUS close up shot of lwj’s eye (lovin that eyebrow, man) as he listens to the spirit’s response

Wwx: what did you ask him?

Lwj: his age and where he’s from

Wwx: what did he say?

Lwj: 16, lanling

WORRIED UNCLE!WWX (also, i guess jl is not twelve, but whatever)

Aaaanndd we find out jin ling is inside the wall of the blades shrine!

Lwj goes and cuts the wall to pieces with bichen like a badass

And wwx immediately starts digging his little nephew out

HE’S SO WORRIED FOR HIM

He’s calling his name out and lwj goes and gives the boy some spiritual energy since he’s all unconscious from being stuck in a wall

Lol while lwj is doing that, wwx grabs bichen and starts poking it into the dirt

Seems kinda disrespectful to bichen, if you ask me...but lwj and bichen don’t seem to mind so whatever

Wwx gets all woozy from the resentful spiritual energy again

He’s starting to piece things together when jin ling suddenly wakes up (kinda)

Jin ling like, zombie-walks himself back into the wall

Lwj and wwx look at each other like what the heck??

They decide they probably shouldn’t stick around so get out of the bunker

They spot someone running away from the area and wwx is like go catch them, lan zhan!

Lwj: i’ll go. You and jin ling…

And wwx is all, i’ll get him out of here and we can meet up at the tavern after

Lwj stares at him BC HE DOESN’T WANT TO LEAVE HIS SIDE, HE JUST GOT HIM BACK LAST EPISODE!!

But wwx is like, lan zhan go catch the bad guy before he gets away!

Wwx: i’ll be there. Lan zhan, take care

Chase scene!

Huh, nhs is pretty nimble on his feet, isn’t he?

Lwj chucks bichen at him but only manages to slice off a piece of his robes

THAT’S SOME NICE LOOKING FABRIC THO

I’D BE MAD AS HELL IF SOMEONE CARELESSLY SLICED UP MY GOOD FABRIC LIKE THAT OMG

Oooh, wwx got jin ling back to his room and noticed a curse mark on jin ling’s leg

He pulls open jl’s robes to see if the mark spread to his chest (it hasn’t)

Ofc jin ling wakes up just as wwx finishes doing that

Jl: whAT ARE YOU DOING WHY ARE YOU TAKING OFF MY CLOTHES

Good boy, jl, that is exactly how you should react if some strange guy tries to undress you when you’re unconscious

Wwx: why are you freaking out bro, i just saved you from that man-eating wall

And jl is all IMMA KILL YOU!!

And wwx is like been there done that, don’t really want a repeat…

Wwx sees jl’s jade lotus pendant and asks him about it

Jl: my mother left me this! Don’t touch it!!

See, jl is such a brat but then these little moments happen and i just want to hug him and bundle him up in blankets and make him hot chocolate…

HE’S SO STARVED FOR LOVING FAMILY AND AFFECTION, THAT POOR KID ;_;

We get a flashback to jyl giving wwx a similar pendant and wwx clutches at his robes in AGONY at the memory

Lol

Jl uses this moment to put on his boots and FUCKING BOOK IT RIGHT OUTTA THERE

GOOD FOR YOU KID, GOOD FOR YOU

DEF THE RIGHT RESPONSE AFTER ALMOST GETTING UNDRESSED BY SOME STRANGE MASKED DUDE

Cut to street view, wwx is wandering around trying to find jin ling but instead he hears jc’s voice and dives for the first hiding place he can find

LOL I LOVE LISTENING TO JC AND JL INTERACT

Jc is scolding jl ofc

Jl: don’t grab me like that, i’m not a 3yo!!

Jc: you think i can’t discipline you now?? EVEN IF YOU’RE 30, I CAN STILL DISCIPLINE YOU

Omg this is freaking hilarious, i love these two

Then jc asks him where Fairy is

Wwx is all smug thinking to himself: lan zhan must have driven it away

And the world is like, PSYCH FAIRY’S ACTUALLY RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF YOU

Wwx almost avoided a jc encounter

He would’ve gotten away with it too if it weren’t for that meddling dog

At least we get to see jc use zidian. I love zidian.

We get a big reveal scene and jc finds out that mo xuanyu is Wei Wuxian, surprise!!

Oh no, sad/angry yunmeng bro time (I MISS MY HAPPY YUNMENG BRO TIMES, GIVE THOSE BACK)

They’re back at an inn or whatever and jc is really just tearing into wwx

We’re not gonna go into detail except for this bit - 

Jc: 16 years...and lan wangji STILL wants to protect you

He’s so mad

It’s giving me Emotions™

Jc: maybe he’s not doing this to protect you. Someone with such integrity couldn’t possibly tolerate you. Maybe he had a deal with the guy who saved you.

Wwx: JC! Watch your language!

LOOK AT HIM DEFEND HIS SOULMATE FROM SLANDER

Yikes, they keep arguing and jfc they really know how to hit where it hurts, don’t they?

A wild Jin Ling appears!!

He lies through his teeth to JC. like yeah, i totally saw wen ning in an abandoned shack really really far away from here, for real :D

Now jin ling is in charge of guarding wwx after jc ties him up with zidian (seriously the COOLEST spiritual tool)

Jin ling takes it right off 

I LOVE THAT THE ZIDIAN LISTENS TO JIN LING OMG

We get a lot of fun uncle wwx and nephew jin ling interaction here bc jin ling helps wwx escape into the forest

Oh look, another moment that makes me like jin ling

He helps wwx escape since wwx saved him from the killer wall

He has honor!

Also wwx apologizes to jl here for that time he stuck his foot in his mouth way back at the start of the series

Wwx demonstrates his A+ acting skills by pretending to have been caught by jc and jl whirls around in a panic and wwx knocks him out

He inspects the curse mark on jl and is all, hmmm, can’t undo that curse rn but i can totally transfer it onto myself to save my nephew

And that’s the end of the episode!

LOOK AT ALL THE QUALITY WANGXIANTICS WE GOT!!!

THANK GOD, WE DEF DESERVE IT AFTER ALL THAT PSYCHOLOGICAL TORTURE WE ENDURED IN THE LAST FEW EPISODES

*hugs episode to their chest, sobbing* I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH, DON’T EVER LEAVE ME AGAIN

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[thewitchandtheassassin]

A Party Worth Remembering (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Prompt: Hey!! Are requests open? Because I would love to request a Wanda x reader with some fluff and pining over each at a tony stark party. Bonus if you incorporate some very drunk actions. You write wanda so well btw!

Words: 2195

Warnings: Alcohol and slight language?

(Currently taking requests)

(F/D) stands for favorite drink

Tony Stark was a pain in your ass. You loved him like a brother – you were always in his lab, helping him and Bruce with the occasional project – but right now, you hated him like he was the Devil incarnate. You didn’t want to be here, dressed up for a party you had no interest in being a part of. Being an Avenger wasn’t an automatic reason to show up, but here you were.

You were standing at the bar with Maria Hill and Natasha, (F/D) in hand as you looked upon the crowd. They seemed equally as bored and you were certain that they’d rather be doing something other than this. He threw so many parties that they’d lost their appeal.

Your eyes found Wanda and Pietro standing across the room chatting with some government official. They didn’t look too pleased with whatever he was talking about and you were concerned. It wasn’t your place to worry about Wanda the way you did, but you couldn’t help it. Your crush on her had only grown since you’d gotten to know her and now you were like a fifth grader with puppy love. She was too perfect for this world and all you wanted to do was protect her. Her powers made her strong, and her personality made her stronger, but you couldn’t help wanting to keep her safe.

Wanda felt your gaze on her and couldn’t stop a smile from breaching her lips. The man before her was rambling about Sokovia and it hurt her to think about her home, yet he just wouldn’t shut the hell up! But, she was far too polite to tell him off. She was a strange girl in a strange place.

She glanced over at you and your eyes met. She smiled shyly at you and waved, cutting off the official. You returned the gesture with an awkward smile of your own. She was so damn pretty.

Blushing, Wanda’s attention fell back on the man in front of her. She’d accidentally caught a glimpse of your thoughts. But she knew there was a difference between thinking you were pretty and wanting to be with you. She desperately wanted to know if you liked her in that way, but she refused to snoop through your thoughts. It was an invasion of privacy and that bothered her.

Natasha rolled her eyes at your antics and signaled the bartender for another drink. “You two are so obvious. When are you going to just ask her out?”

You flushed bright red, ears glowing as you muttered out, “Never. She doesn’t like me like that.”

“Oh please,” Maria laughed, nudging you. “We’ve all seen how she looks at you. You’re crazy if you think she doesn’t have feelings for you too.”

Your blush deepened and you hurriedly downed your drink before asking for another. Natasha and Maria had been pushing you for weeks to ask her out, but you were terrified of ruining a good thing. You didn’t want to lose the bond you’d formed with her. She wasn’t very outgoing – her powers made her frightened to get close to the others – but you’d never once been scared of her. You trusted her implicitly.

“I swear, I’m going to ask her out for you if you don’t do it soon,” Natasha threatened.

Your eyes widened. You wouldn’t put it past her to actually do that.

Walking away from the bar, drink in hand, you wandered over to the twins who were progressively getting more and more uncomfortable and frustrated. Your hand fell to Wanda’s arm comfortingly and you gave a fake smile to the man still running his mouth.

“Excuse me, Sir, I hate to cut in but do you mind if I borrow my teammates for a moment?” you asked, cutting off the rest of his sentence.

He seemed a little put off by the interruption, but what could he do? Deny an Avenger? That would look so bad on him and he couldn’t handle that. The press would have a field day.

“Of course,” he replied through gritted teeth, watching enviously as you walked away with two very powerful people.

When you were far enough away, a breath of relief broke from Wanda’s lips and she squeezed your arm gratefully. “Thank you for that, (Y/N). I don’t know how much longer I could have stood talking to that smarmy man.”

You chuckled, offering Wanda the untouched drink in your hand. “I’m just glad I could get you away from him. I would have blasted him into outer space if I’d been you.”

“Oh, I thought about it,” Pietro admitted with a shrug. He used his power and stole the offered drink, downing it in one go, smiling cheekily at you when you just stared at him.

Deciding you’d had enough Pietro in your life for a moment, you walked Wanda over to the bar, her hand still gripping your arm as you did so. It made butterflies fill your stomach, as clichéd as thought was, but you didn’t mind. Being in the company of this beautiful woman was all you wanted.

Wanda tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as you ordered her a drink and smiled. She liked being able to touch you. Maybe it was the selfish part of her that liked staking her claim in public, even though she had no right to, but you didn’t seem to care so she continued hanging onto you.

The bartender passed you the drink and you gave it to Wanda, grinning as she sipped it from a small, black straw. She was too damn cute.

A little further down the bar, Natasha and Maria watched you curiously. They’d already devised a plan to get you to admit your feelings, but they were hoping it wasn’t needed. Maybe you’d get the courage to do it now. They hoped.

Wanda leaned into you as you stared out at the ocean of people filling the room. There was a comfortable silence hanging over you and you appreciated that. It was nice feeling comfortable enough with someone that you didn’t have to talk. Wanda’s free hand fell atop yours and her fingers flexed like she wanted to hold your hand but couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, but you were going to do it. You were going to tell Wanda how you felt. The worst thing that could happen was that she didn’t feel the same, but you’d never know until you tried. Turning to look at her, you opened your mouth, trying to form the words that would hopefully change things for the better but before you could say anything, the billionaire whose insane, extravagant party this was saddled up beside you and cut you off.

Wanda deflated. She was so certain you were about to say something important – something that would change your relationship forever – but of course Tony freaking Stark had to ruin it.

Natasha nearly face palmed in her corner of the bar and sighed. It was time for their plan to be enacted. You were a terribly honest drunk, so if they supplied you with enough liquor, you were bound to admit your feelings, company be damned. You’d announce it in front of everyone if given half the chance and that’s what they were hoping for.

Tony whisked Wanda away from you and you had to bite back a pout. You were so irritated with him in that moment. You’d been so close to spilling out your heart. Why did he have to come over now?

Natasha strolled over to you and called out for the bartender.

You sighed.

-X-

A few drinks later, you were feeling great. The world was a fuzzy and your stomach was really warm, but you felt amazing. Most of the guests had left already, but a few stragglers were scattered about the room, chatting quietly amongst themselves.

Wanda was on the couch, her drink still in hand as she talked with Clint and Thor. Pietro was beside her, his face flushed with alcohol. He’d drank quite a bit too throughout the night, so he was feeling the warmth in his stomach too.

You were all smiles as you walked over to the couch. You glanced around. There were no open seats but you wanted to join them. You pouted, but then a brilliant idea popped into your head. You stopped in front of Wanda and grinned. She smiled back, a brow arched inquisitively. You grabbed her drink and set it on the table in front of her before plopping down in her lap. She squeaked in surprise, but her arms encircled your waist anyways.

Pietro snickered. He could see how flustered his sister was and it amused him greatly.

You wrapped an arm around Wanda’s neck and pressed a sloppy kiss to her hot cheek, a wild grin upturning your lips and eyes glassy. Her eyes widened. She’d never expected you to be such an affectionate drunk. You were cuddly and sweet and she’d never thought your first kiss on any part of her body would be while you were way past tipsy.

Leaning in, you whispered in her ear, “I really like you.”

Chuckling, her hold on your waist tightened. “I like you too.”

“No,” you whined, your bottom lip jutted out pathetically as you stared at the woman embracing you. “I mean I like you.”

Everyone around you froze. Wanda’s arms went slack and she stared at you, green eyes so light and soft that you just wanted to lean in and kiss her, but you didn’t. You had some self control. Besides, you had no idea if your feelings were returned. She still hadn’t said anything.

When the silence grew awkward, your face flushed with embarrassment and you stood up from her lap, suddenly very very sober. You bowed your head. “I’m sorry. Uh, I think I should go get some sleep.”

Rushing from the room, you fought back tears. You’d definitely just humiliated yourself in front of your team – but more importantly, Wanda didn’t feel the same and that really sucked. You weren’t sure you’d be able to face them again for a while. Maybe Nat would let you hide in her room for a few days. Or maybe you should go visit your parents. You didn’t know.

Back where the party was, Natasha was glaring at Wanda. She knew the witch had feelings for you, so why the hell hadn’t she said anything? Why did she let you leave? Wanda peered over at Natasha, confusion and disbelief etched across her features. Did that really just happen? And had she really just let you walk away, hurt and possibly crying?

“Go after her,” Natasha mouthed, gesturing at the door.

Nodding, Wanda stood up and fled after you. You were already in your room, but that didn’t matter. She was going to talk to you one way or another. You meant too much to her.

The elevator to your floor wasn’t fast enough and Wanda impatiently tapped her foot. She needed to see you now, dammit. Before it was too late.

When it opened up, Wanda hurried to your room and knocked.

“Go away,” you croaked, your face buried in a pillow as tears trickled down your cheeks.

“Please open the door,” Wanda called out softly, startling you. You sat upright abruptly, your head snapping over to the door. You didn’t know if you should open it. You’d already embarrassed yourself once tonight. Why willingly do it again?

“Please,” Wanda begged, her palm pressed to the door.

You swallowed hard but got out of bed. Opening the door slowly, you studied the nervous woman before you.

“Did you mean it?” she wondered, eyeing you. She was blushing, but her eyes were so bright. They said so much and a little hope bloomed in your chest.

You nodded cautiously.

“I like you too,” Wanda whispered, an anxious look on her pretty face. She reached out for you, her hand finding yours. She squeezed it.

“You do?” you yelped, lacing your fingers together. It was the first time you’d ever been able to hold her hand like this and you were going to take advantage of it.

She shook her head and smiled. “Yeah…”

You tugged her close and cupped her cheek, staring deeply into her eyes. They sparkled with emotions you’d never seen in them before and it warmed you in ways alcohol never could. You leaned in for a kiss, but she pulled back. You must have had a hurt look on your face because she leaned forward and kissed your cheek, soothing the pain in your chest.

“You’re drunk,” she explained, “I won’t kiss you and have you regret it tomorrow. If you still want one tomorrow, I’ll happily give you a kiss.”

A huge smile broke across your cheeks and you nodded. “Okay. But be prepared for the best kiss of your life,” you smugly joked, pecking her forehead.

“I’ll hold you to that.” She sauntered off, an extra sway in her hips that you’d never seen before. It was tantalizing and hot and honestly, you couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

[subzerobts]

Willing

A/N: I got in my feels and wrote a lil thing. Inspired by the song If the World Was Ending by JP Saxe feat. Julia Michaels. Not as sad of an ending as the song.

Warnings: none(?), mildly suggestive moment(if you squint really hard), there’s some angst

Word count: 2033(not a lot)

I saw him across the room when I walked into the party. He looked so good standing there, lazily leaning against the wall, a can of soda in his hand as he laughed at something one of his friends said. My eyes trailed his figure for one second too long. Our eyes locked for a split second before I looked away. I tried not to let the outfit sway my mindset, but it was too late. My mood had dropped.

His outfit was startlingly familiar, in that it almost mirrored my own. A dark long sleeve shirt that I was sure should have been threadbare by now. Black denim jeans with tears in the knees. His hair was grey again, just like when I first met him.

Without thinking about it, my sense of style had become almost indistinguishable from his. Darker colors, in his case, black. In my case, a dark grey.

A wave of nostalgia hit me as I walked to my right, looking for familiar faces; trying to ignore him.

I had thought that keeping away from Yoongi was the right thing. That letting our communication dwindle and die was for the best. That pushing him away would help with the spiraling fear that he wouldn’t want me anymore.

I moved further into the house and someone handed me a can of something fizzy and I opened it before taking a swig. I sat on a couch in the corner of the house trying to tamp down on the dread filling my chest, laughing at something one of my girl friends had said.

And yet, Yoongi kept coming back to mind. His smile, specifically. Every time I thought about him, it felt like my chest was crushed for a moment.

I got up to go grab myself something that would make me dizzy enough to forget the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed, his bangs falling into his eyes; which was currently happening across the room.

I got into the kitchen and found the alcohol. I chewed my lip as I concentrated on pouring some into a cup. Just as I was picking up the drink, someone bumped into me almost full force. I dropped the cup, and the drink plopped onto the floor, spreading into a puddle from the split sides.

I turned to immediately lay into the person that had bumped me, but my words died in my throat. Instead they retreated and festered like bile at the back of my throat. Yoongi looked at me surprised, that adorable pout shaped into an ‘o’ as he saw the mess on the floor. I just sighed and turned to grab a towel.

As I crouched to fix the spill another towel dropped next to mine and I looked up only to find his nose touching mine. I almost flinched back, but looked down, instead focusing on mopping up the mess with Yoongi’s help.

“Long time no see?” His voice was soothing after not hearing it for so long and I glanced at him with a polite smile. “Sorry for spilling your drink.”

“It’s fine, Yoongi.” I didn’t choke on his name, but my throat wanted to. Once the drink was cleaned up, I reached out to take Yoongi’s towel and go find a garbage or laundry basket. His hand touched mine, by accident, and I actually flinched this time. He took the rags, careful hands avoiding mine, and dropped them into the sink. He washed his hands and gestured that the sink was free with a slight smile.

“I assume you were trying to make some sort of alcoholic beverage, right?” He smirked and I sighed nodding.

“I guess it’s the universe telling me I shouldn’t drink tonight.” I shrugged with a chuckle, sticking my hands in the pockets of my jacket.

“I have an eight a.m. class starting tomorrow, so I can’t drink either.” Yoongi explained as he grabbed two fizzy drinks from the fridge and handed me one. “It’s nice to have someone else sober to talk to.”

“Yeah,” I said, my face growing warm from the way he smiled at me. “Sure.”

“Y’know, I was wondering just yesterday what you were up to, it’s been so long.”

“Oh, uh classes take up most of my time, pretty much the same as before.” Before you.

“Sounds lonely.” He said before taking a sip and a brief memory knocked into me.

Light chuckles and a warm bed. The window was open and my table lamp was on. Yoongi sat beside me on my bed. Textbooks and papers, long forgotten, laid around our legs as the slight breeze blew through the room, pushing the both of us closer together, hands clutched between us, sweater paws meeting-

“-Uh yeah.” I nodded. “It is.” I took a sip from my own.

“I remember our study nights.” He said, a mirthful smile gracing his lips, a hint of a memory a little less than innocent dancing behind his eyes. I nodded and wiped a sweaty palm on my thigh, doing my best to look nonchalant.

“Yeah, no actual studying getting done.” I nodded again and laughed, more like scoffed. “I remember- But I mean, you’re probably doing better.”

“Sure.” Yoongi shrugged, wincing as someone yelled in the living room not too far from us. “Being the only calm one on a day to day basis. I’m an RA now so I suppose things are good.”

“Oh, dear.” I felt my lip curl, a bit more nostalgia hitting me as I thought about his dorm mates. Namjoon’s late night DnD games with Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok. Taehyung’s loud jazz music and Jin’s windshield laugh.

“Yeah, no it’s the same as always, except worse, now that they think they can get away with noise after lights out.”

“-and they can.” The two of us said at the same time, laughing a bit together. He shook his head as he took another sip.

“Still a bit soft, I see.” I smirked. The idea that he was still the gentle grumpy guy I fell in love with made me feel every bit worse than I did when I first saw him tonight.

“Aish.” He shook his head. “Not at all.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Nope.” But he broke into light laughter as soon as I raised an eyebrow at him. His mouth opened and that shoulder shaking quiet laughter hit me like a wall. I ignored the warmth filling my chest. “That isn’t fair, you can still get to me.”

My throat constricted.

“After a full year, too.”

“Has it been that long?” My teeth found solace in chewing the inside of my lip as I brought my drink up.

“Around that, yeah…” Yoongi nodded and I could feel his eyes all over my face, even though I had mine trained on my drink.

“I hadn’t noticed.”

“No?” He asked, already frowning. “I did.”

“Yeah but we both know we weren’t-“

“We were meant for each other.” He said easily with a shrug. “But it’s fine that you weren’t ready.”

“We weren’t built to stay together, Yoongi.” I said, meeting his eyes. He studied me and I saw his eyebrows furrow.

“Maybe you didn’t think so, but I knew we were supposed to stay together.”

Yelling broke out in the dining room and I winced as they started setting up a game of beer pong.

A hand gripped gently onto my arm and I turned surprised as Yoongi leaned down just enough so I could hear him. He was only inches from me and his breath hit the outer shell of my ear.

“Do you maybe want to talk outside?”

My answer at that moment could wreck things, completely, yet I only took a half a second to answer.

“Yeah.” I answered nodding and he led the two of us out into the empty backyard, his hand holding mine, sending a pleasant tingle up to my elbow and a chill down my spine.

Despite the back light being on, the colorful lights still spilled onto the grass. Once the door closed, the music muffled and we were suddenly very alone. We stopped next to an outdoor table and I set my can down, still holding onto it.

“You didn’t want to stay together.” Was the first thing he said.

“You weren't in it for a long term relationship, Yoongi.” I shook my head.

“You didn’t know that.” He said immediately after I finished.

“I distanced myself before you could break it off because I knew it was coming.” I said, continuing.

“You couldn’t have known that was coming.” He still protested. I could see that I may have been wrong, but I was still denying it; still justifying.

“You had a history, Yoongi.” I sniffled before I even realized I was close to tears.

“Was it my history? Or that maybe I was willing to stay and the thought of something good, something being ours, scared you?” His eyes pierced mine and I shut my mouth, clenching my teeth as I saw my eyes growing watery.

“I d-“ I sniffled, turning away because I couldn’t stand to see him look at me like that. That upturn of his brow, his lips in a subtle pouting frown. Like he cared. “I don’t know.”

“I do, y/n.” His voice was soft and he came closer. “You were afraid of the idea that we were so close. You pushed me away because you fell in too deep. I know because that was my first instinct too.”

I looked up at him again, his eyes covered from the backyard light with his bangs. Pink and blue lights danced in a sheen. My breath felt like it had been stolen.

“But I stopped myself before I could because I knew I wanted you. I knew that what we had was good and I wanted to nurture it and then-.. and then you pushed me away.” I saw the tear drop off of his chin and it took a second to sink in. He was crying. “I couldn’t understand why, but then I realized… we weren’t so different after all.”

“Yoongi…” I shook my head and my voice sounded ugly, close to tears.

“We were both terrified and I pulled myself away enough mentally to handle it, but I didn’t stop to think about what you were thinking. How you would deal with it.”

I picked up my sleeve and swiped it at my chin, looking anywhere but at him to give the water works a break. But they came right back because Yoongi reached out to touch my chin. The tremble in my lip was noticeable now.

“I haven’t been with anyone else… I didn’t even try.” He let a watery laugh escape and my chest clenched. “I was waiting for you to come back to me, as dumb as that sounds.”

I tried to calm the lump in my throat, taking a breath and blowing it out to my side. I pulled my hand off of my drink and shook it out before gripping my sleeve, hard. Still, I couldn’t help the pain I felt with the thought of Yoongi waiting for someone that would’ve never come.

“But if the world was ending you’d come see me, right?” He asked and I nodded, maybe a bit overzealously. “You’d stay with me and hold me one last time before the end?”

“Yoongi, of course.” I shook my head coming closer. “... but does the world have to be ending for us to be together again?”

He shook his head, the corners of his lips turning up and then down and then up again, like he wanted to believe what I said, but still unsure. I sniffled before we both surged forwards. His lips were just as soft as I remembered, though we kissed with an almost bruising force.

“As long as you’re willing so am I.” He mumbled against my lips, the subtle vibration tickled. I nodded subtly and my arms circled his neck. His fists clenched in the back of my shirt underneath my jacket. I felt the tremble in his jaw as I spread my fingers over it.

“I am.”

[bazzledazzled]

Fierrochase; realization.

Warning: A little bit of transphobia

You never realized how much you needed someone until they where gone. You never really appreciate how important they are in your life, until they’re taken from you, making you feel like all the oxygen has left the room, leaving nothing behind for you to continue on with your life. Sadly, we don’t fully appreciate people or what they’ve done for us, until it’s too late.

They’ve known each other for who knows how long. Neither of them could remember a time before the other, when they where stuck alone or with people that never truly understood them. But it probably was sometime during the early years of middle school or the last few years of elementary, and it lead to a series of events, each one better than the other.

Magnus was thirteen and lost his mother in a fire. Alex was thirteen and a half and a new student at a new school, ready to just shut everyone out and live his own life. They where destined to meet.

“Is this seat taken?” Alex asked, noticing the boy sitting at a table all by himself. Really, it’s not that much that he felt bad for him, it’s that he’d rather be away from all the other loud and obnoxious teenagers. Plus, he sat next to this kid in Chemistry, and he didn’t seem so bad.

“N-no.”

“Good,” he sat down, plopping his tray on the table, eyeing the food.

“What is this?” he asks. Holding up a chicken nugget that in no way looks appetizing.

“I have no idea. That’s why I pack.”

“I don’t blame you. I’ve only been here for… let’s see…. three days and all the cafeteria food has made me want to vomit.” The side of the boy’s mouth quirked up just a little.

“Yeah it’s pretty awful. I ate everything in the house the first time I bought. My mom packed me food from then on….” he sighs sadly, taking another bite of his sandwich.

“Why are you sitting alone?” Alex asks. Everyone here seemed to have at least one friend they sat with, which made it harder to work him way into it. But for some reason, this kid was the only one without a click.

“I’d rather be by myself. Less effort in trying to act like I’m okay.” Alex nodded his head, understanding. Sometimes, he was tired of putting on a sunshiny smile and pretending that everything was gumdrops and rainbows when he got home.

“To be honest, I’m not okay either.”

“Of course you aren’t. Then you wouldn’t have sat by me.”

“What’s your name anyway?”

“Magnus. Magnus Chase.”

“Alex Fierro.”

“Higher!” Alex screeched as Magnus’ warm hands press against her back, pushing her higher and higher on the swing set as laughter bubbled out of their throats.

“Alexxx if I push you any higher you’ll fly into outer space.” Alex snorts.

“That’s the plan, Mango.”

“And leave me here?”

“Of course not, you idiot. We’re going to collect the stars together.”

“Alex? Alex!” Alex kept walking, trying to wipe the tears off her face. Nobody can see her like this. No one.

“Alexx,” Magnus says, putting a hand on her shoulder and spinning her around. Her eyes are red and puffy and her cheeks are still wet. The sleeves of her green long sleeved shirt are soaked with the tears she desperately tried to wipe away, trying to act like she was okay when all she wanted to do was sit on the couch with a bucket of ice cream.

“What do you want Magnus,” she snaps.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Do I look okay? God how stupid can you be?” Fresh tears start to stream down her face. Magnus pulls her to him, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her head. It’s a height difference that Alex has always hated, but now finds comforting. She grips Magnus’ shirt tight, soaking it with her tears.

“Don’t listen to them Alex. You’re the most amazing person I know.”

“But what if I’m not? You heard them, everyone thinks I’m a freak just because I can’t choose a gender and stay with it.”

“Alex… that’s because they don’t know the real you. They don’t know how amazing you are and total badass, for that matter. Don’t let those weirdos get to you because you’re more beautiful than I can even describe.” She looks up into his blushing face, sniffling.

“You really think so, Maggie?”

“I know so.”

“Whatcha doing Maggie?” Alex asks, sitting down beside him. They where in the middle of a forest, and Magnus was spread out on his back, his eyes closed and his face turned towards the heavens. His long blond hair was in desperate need of cutting, but he was too stubborn to get it cut. It was a mess right now, with leaves sticking to it, but he still looked beautiful.

Magnus opened his grey eyes, flashing him a sad smile.

“My mom used to love just sitting out here and listening to the trees whispers.” Alex layed down beside him.

“What are they saying?” he asks.

“I don’t know.” They sit in a comforting silence, watching the trees sway in the light morning breeze and the blue sky carry puffs of white through it.

“I bet your mom was amazing.”

“She was. And she was an amazing artist. She saw the world in ways nobody else did, and I would always sit on her lap as she painted, telling me stories about the animals and the trees.” Alex closed his eyes, smiling.

“I wish I could’ve met her.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

“Truth or dare?”

“Really Alex? You know I hate truth or dare,” Magnus whines.

“Shut up Maggie. It is the best game to ever exist and you know it. Truth or dare?”

“Ugh fine. Truth.” Alex frowns.

“You’re no fun.”

“You’re no fun.”

“Whatever. Who’s your crush?” Magnus’ eyes widen.

“I don’t have one.”

“Please. I know you Mango. You’re definatly crushing on someone. Now spill.”

“I do not have a crush on anyone,” he says, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice. He won’t meet her eyes.

“You’re saying lies through your teeth. C’mon it’s not like it’ll hurt. I told you my crush.”

“You told me a fictional character from Supernatural.”

“That’s not the point Maggie.”

“It kinda is.”

“Whatever. So who is it? You’ve been acting like a lovesick puppy for months now.” Magnus looks at the ground, playing with the sleeves of his sweatshirt like he always did when he was nervous. He started to blush fiercely as he murmured, “You, Alex.”

It took her breath away. She started to tap her foot nervously, like she did on the rare occasion that she was nervous, and whispered, “I like you too.”

“Can I kiss you?” Magnus says, catching both of them off guard. They where hanging out where they always did after school; in the back of a small little cafe that rested right in the middle of both of their houses. They had math textbooks and science textbooks spread out over the table and each of them where on their third cup of coffee. They had tests tomorrow, and neither of them had any idea how to do math or science.

Alex looks up from the math problem she’s been trying to work out for three hours. Magnus is burying his head in his arms on the table, muttering, “Oh god why did I say that oh god–”

“Sure,” Alex says with a shrug. Magnus looks up at her.

“Really?”

“We’re together, aren’t we?” Magnus’ ears turn red. Realising that he wouldn’t be doing it any time soon, Alex grabs his collar, and pulls him to her, planting a kiss on his lips. He runs his long fingers through her hair, and then she pushes away, looking at him with a small blush on her face.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Maggie.”

“Me neither.”

It was three in the morning. There was a tapping at her window that woke her up, and for a moment she thought it was demons. Then she realised it was Magnus.

Groggily, she got out of her bed, rubbing her eyes and sat up, opening the window.

“What do you want Magnus? It’s three–am.” She stops because his face is stained with tears and he’s standing in the rain, soaking wet. He probably ran all the way from the care center he was staying at.

“Magnus?”

“C-can I come inside?”

“O-of course.”

Magus was sitting on her couch with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a mug of his favourite brand of tea in his hands. I couldn’t calm down enough to tell her why he was crying. So, instead of pressing him, she wrapped her arms around him, letting him lean into her until he was ready to say what he needed to say.

It was almost four am when he finnally told her.

“The-the home that I’m staying at thinks I’d be better somewhere else. They-they want to send me to V-virginia.” No. They wanted to take her Maggie away from her. They wanted to take away the one person that made her feel at peace. They–They–

“They can’t do that, can they?”

“I-I don’t know. It sounds like they c-can.”

“NO. They can’t. They…. can’t…..” Tears are starting to stream down Alex’s face as well. This isn’t how their story is supposed to end. They where supposed to finish high school together, then move away from her awful family…. together. They always did everything together. There wasn’t a time before Maggie. They can’t–

“I’m going to try and find a way to stay. I will.” He didn’t find a way.  

*whispers* i just ruined the fluff. I ruined it. This kinda went off prompt but ye here ya go frien!!!!

I have an alternate ending to this that I might post some other time but I’m gonna leave this here for now…….

Happy Slaughter Saturday!!! :DD (this is only the beginning >:D)