#lots of broken bones talk today it's following me around lmao

[lazylittledragon]

astarion smooshing tiny lil kit's lil face has broken my heart and my bones, thank you for your service

that's his BOY!!!!

[roseghoul26]

Cooper Howard x vault born reader. She's from one of the more messed up experiment vaults, when she uncovered the truth of the vault she runs away from it. The first interaction they have is when he tells her he fucking hates vault dwellers and she tells him "I don't really give a shit what YOU think of me". She's been in the wastes a good long while, has a lot of skills and they end up traveling together and getting close. The area she is naive in is sex her interpretation is it's boring, and hurts. He of course tries to explain that it's not suposed to feel like that. They become really close he asks if he can show her which she agrees, she cums harder than she ever has before he has to remind her to breath through it, maybe she squirts and is embarrassed he realizes it's new for her, tells her it normal and that he loves it. Bonus points for: squirting, choking, hair pulling.

Cooper Howard | The Ghoul x fem!Reader

Synopsis: A discussion with The Ghoul reveals things that you never wished to tell him, including your views on intimacy, and lack of experience. When he offers to show you what you were missing out on, how could you say no? Tags: Not Beta Read, Prompt Request, Backstory for Reader, Virgin Reader, Inexperienced Reader, Banter, This one might be even more OOC for The Ghoul, Soft Ghoul, Smut, Squirting, Doggystyle, Hair Pulling, Dirty Talk, Choking, Confessions (kind of) Author's Note: i know that vault 75 is actually like on the other side of the us from where the show takes place but this vault always stuck out to me so i needed to use it for the prompt lmao.  also thank you anon for the amazing prompt (and my first ever request :D) ! i hope this fulfilled it sufficiently!

If you’d told yourself a year ago that you’d be traveling the surface with an irradiated man dressed as a cowboy who only kept you around because you could make him his drugs, you’d call yourself insane, and rightfully so.

But here you were, following after him like an obedient soldier, just like you were raised to be. For the past few months, you had wandered alongside The Ghoul, searching for your purpose on the surface. There was a deal between you two; he’ll travel with you, and you’d make him the chems that stopped him from turning into a feral. 

It was a reluctant acquaintanceship at best, The Ghoul keeping you at an arm's length, and you didn’t blame him. The reason he had difficulty trusting you fully was because you were vault born, which he made abundantly clear when the two of you first started traveling. You spent the first eighteen years of your life in Vault 75,  where you were trained, both mentally and physically, to become the perfect soldier and scientist that would bring justice to the surface world. That had been your life’s goal, up until you turned eighteen. 

Along with the rest of the top peers, you were selected to make your way to the surface. But before you could leave they provided a vaccine, claiming that it would build immunity against the radiation that still plagued the earth. 

In actuality, it had been a sedative, and you remember awaking some time later, suspended in a glass chamber. For days, months, years, you weren’t quite sure, you were prodded, stabbed, cut open. It was pure agony, moments that you only remember in your darkest dreams, leaving you panting and shaking. To this day, you still weren’t fully sure what they had done to you, but you knew they had quite literally taken things from you that you’d never get back. 

Somehow, you managed to break free of the sedative that they continuously pumped into your body, keeping you alive yet without control of your body. You weren’t certain how you managed to escape, but you remembered that your hands and knuckles were bloody pulps, glass embedded into the flesh, fingers broken and mangled. Even now, you could still see the scars that still lingered, and the way your fingers looked off, bones not set right. It caused you issues and aches, but luckily today was a low-pain day. 

A gruff drawl snapped you out of your reminiscing, and you looked up from your hand into the eerily human eyes of The Ghoul, who had stopped in front of you. “What?” You had missed what he said. 

“The fuck you doin��?” 

“I… my hand hurts,” you lied. “Sorry.” 

He angrily grumbled something under his breath, yet you watched him dig into one of the pockets of his trench coat. He pulled out a small pill bottle, and after double-checking the contents he tossed it to you, and you caught it with your non-injured one. “Keep yer head on,” he added before turning to keep walking. 

You didn’t have to look at the bottle to know what he’d given you: painkillers. He’d always give them to you whenever your pain would flare, and each time you reevaluate your relationship with him. You couldn’t figure out if he detest you or cared about you, whether he saw you as a friend or foe. He was a confusing person, and his hard exterior and guarded responses to your questions made him hard to understand. 

“Thanks,” you mumbled, and if he heard you he didn’t respond, just continuing to walk away. Tucking the pills away, you jogged to catch up with him, keeping a few feet distance between the two of you. 

Looking around, you tried to make some sense of the dilapidated buildings and cracked roads, creating an image in your head of what you imagined the town to once be. Full of energy, full of life, able to roam without fear of being killed by man or creature, or fear of being slowly poisoned to death by radiation. 

There was a row of buildings on either side of the road, most caved in, but there were still a few that remained, windows shattered or boarded up. Rusted mental skeletons of cars littered the road, you and The Ghoul having to weave around them. Glass crunched underneath your boots, and you swore you stepped on a few bones. 

Glancing at the road, you noted how elongated the shadows were, and you didn’t have to glance behind you to know that the sun was setting, night right on the precipice of falling. Not wanting to become a late night snack for a deathclaw or some ferals, you cleared your throat, getting the attention of The Ghoul. He stilled, turning his head over his shoulder to look at you. “We should find a place to stop soon.”

You watched him debate it for a second, eyes flicking from the setting sun to the walk in front of him, then to the buildings on either side of you two. Eventually he came to a decision, sighing. “There’s a standin’ building’ down a little ways. We’ll stop there.”

You were eager to finally rest, the rifle in your hands was becoming heavy and the straps of your backpack were digging into your shoulders, so you had a bit more energy in your step as you continued down the street. As you reached the end of the street, you were able to see the building he had mentioned. It was an old shop of sorts, any signs long since gone, but it looked still relatively intact.

The Ghoul got there first, like he normally did. Opening the door with one hand, he held his gun in the other, raised and ready to shoot. He swept the room as he entered, and you follow hot on his heels, gun at the ready. 

In the dim light, you were able to see rows of shelves in the main area, a small desk with a register tucked into the left corner. There was a closed door behind the desk, and another on the rightmost wall of the building, also closed. 

Stepping further in, you were able to start making out the contents on the shelves: boxes and packages of food, no doubt beyond edible, labels faded away. But you also saw a few cans of food littering about, but you’d have to look through them once you’d cleared the building. 

Focusing back on the task at hand, you watched him peer into the far right room, before turning and speaking to you. “Check the desk,” he kept his voice low, as to not alert any possible dwellers. Nodding, you carefully made your way over to the desk, eyes rapidly scanning your environment. 

You tried to open the door, but it merely rattled against the frame, locked shut. If you had the tools, or the patience, you would’ve tried to pick the lock, but you didn’t care that much. Besides, if there was anything in there that was alive, it wouldn’t be able to get you. 

The desk didn’t have much to offer, either. Partial destroyed papers dotted the desk, and the register sat broken and open, robbed of the pre-war cash that once resided in it. You were a tad bit disappointed; it always made for great kindling. 

Searching through the rest of the drawers, you only found garbage, and after a few moments you gave up trying to find anything of value. You slowly made your way back over to The Ghoul, who had better luck than you with his door. You could hear him digging through drawers as you entered, and you were sure to make some audible noise so as to not startle him. 

It was a small living area, a twin bed tucked into the corner, as well as a kitchenette and small desk. A TV and couch sat in the center, and you saw another door, opened by The Ghoul, which you presumed was the bathroom. “Not bad,” you commented. This was truly one of the better places the two of you had stopped at; this at least had four walls and a roof. 

He grunted in response, still rifling through drawers. “Find anythin’?”

You shook your head. “I’ll go look again,” you responded, and before you backed out of the room you dumped your bag on the floor. You sighed happily at the relief, rubbing your shoulders as you began to look through the shelves again.

You didn’t bother to look at the boxed goods, heading straight to the few canned items you saw. The cans were still whole, thankfully, but the labels were long since gone. Shrugging, you grabbed the cans, about four in total, and brought them back to the other room, dumping them on the counter of the kitchenette. 

“What’s that?” You heard him ask, spurs clicking on the linoleum floor as he came over to you. The room was now illuminated by a small oil lantern placed on the desk. 

“No idea. But they’re still good. Probably.” You spoke as you moved to sit on the counter, legs dangling. Man, did it feel good to sit after walking all day. You reached for your knife, cursing when you felt empty space instead, your knife in the bag instead of on you. 

Before you could even get down, The Ghoul handed you his knife, the blade glinting in the low light. He pointed the handle towards you, and you took it from him, and you murmured a small thanks. You got to work opening the first can, hunger making your stomach rumble. The knife plunged in and out of the tin top, peeling back the rest once you got most of it cut. 

It was an almost gelatinous red substance inside, with darker red, round something suspended in it. It smelled sweet, sugary even, and you tried to tilt it into your mouth, but it didn’t budge. Maybe it had gone bad, then. 

Confused, you reached down to the drawer that was in between your legs, managing to get it open enough to reach your hand in. You grabbed the first utensil feeling thing you could find, and to your delight it was a fork. You didn’t waste any time, taking a decent-sized forkful and bringing it to your mouth. 

It was overwhelmingly sweet, and you’re sure you made some face, because The Ghoul was chuckling lightly. It wasn’t bad, but it almost hurt to eat, and the gelatinous nature of it made it stick to your teeth. “That’s whatcha get for eatin’ unlabeled food.”

You shook your head. “It’s not bad. It’s just… sweet.”

He hummed curiously, and you offered the can to him. You laughed when he eyed it suspiciously. “I promise you, it doesn’t taste bad. And I haven’t poisoned it,” you teased.

“I’m surprised you haven’t,” he grumbled, but he took the can from you. 

“I wouldn’t,” you grabbed and handed a utensil to him. “I rather like your company.”

See, as fun as it was to be out on the road, nothing but the endless horizon in front of you, it was the nights that you truly cherished. He didn’t talk much while you walked, keeping a literal and metaphorical distance between the two of you. It was like when he was on the road, he was The Ghoul, a cunning and vicious bounty hunter. But when it was just the two of you, secluded away in some abandoned house, around a fire, wherever, it was like the human side of him resurfaced, leading way to conversation and… friendship? 

You had no idea if he considered you a friend, but you knew you considered him to be one. It wasn’t like you had any other person in this wretched world, your “friends” from the vault turned enemy. As a wanderer, it was hard to build and maintain relationships with other people, so you chose to just stick with The Ghoul. 

And you wouldn’t lie, there was something beyond “friendship” that you felt for The Ghoul. It had taken too long for you to even admit that to yourself, so it was unlikely that you were going to admit to him. Besides, it went against everything that you were raised to believe, and even though you’d long since left the vault, their ideas were still ingrained into your brain.

“Not sure why,” he muttered before eating a spoonful of the mysterious substance. You were barely able to see it, but his upper lip twitched into an almost smile. You always liked when he smiled. It was rare for him, a genuine smile. He’d sneer and smirk, sure, but it was those true smiles that got your heart beating faster and your knees getting weak. You refused to name the reason why your body reacted the way it did, not wanting to face the reality that you felt something for The Ghoul just yet.

“It’s pie filling. Cherry pie filling, to be exact,” he lifted up another spoonful, one of the dark red balls on it, covered in the sheer red substance. 

“Cherry pie filling?” You said each of the words as their own question. You’d never heard of any of what he was talking about. 

He rolled his eyes, handing the can back to you, and you took another bite. You still weren’t used to the sweetness of it. “Fuckin’ vault dwellers,” he sighed. “Cherry’s a fruit. Pie is a pastry. Filling is what you put into pie.”

It didn’t clear up anything, but you nodded anyway, not wanting to annoy him further. “Interesting.” Taking one final bite, you set it next to you, moving on to the next can. You were in the middle of opening the second one when he spoke

“You mean to tell me they didn’t have pie in your vault?”

You weren’t expecting his question, and you halted mid-cut. He never asked you about the vault you grew up in, and you never told him anything besides the name and that you left. He made his opinion on vaults and vault dwellers abundantly clear when you first met all those months ago, back when your relationship was a tenuous allyship. You hadn't cared what he thought about you and your old life then, telling him straight to his face, and you certainly didn’t care now. But it was curious that he was willingly asking you about it now. 

“No,” you drew out the word, mildly suspicious. “If it didn’t have good nutritional value, then it wasn’t allowed. So no candy, no sugary drinks, no pastries. Nothing like that.” You answered while opening up the second can, and you recognized it immediately: sweet corn.

He didn’t ask any further questions, so you didn’t elaborate. Not needed to do a taste test of the sweet corn, you set it aside, then opened the other two cans, which were baked beans and tomato soup. Wordlessly, The Ghoul grabbed two of the cans, making his way over to the couch, and you followed behind him, the other two cans in your own hands. 

Sitting side-by-side, the two of you ate in silence, and you propped your legs up on the coffee table in front of you. The two of you would eat half the can before passing it off to the other. It was how you shared your dinners for at least the past month. 

It didn’t take long for there to only be the pie filling left, and you held it in your better hand. Even though you’d been free from the vault for some time, a part of you still felt wrong for indulging in a treat like this. Pushing those memories aside, you took another bite before passing it to the man next to you. You jumped when you felt his gloved fingers brush yours, and you missed the way he knowingly chuckled. 

Sighing, you sat back against the couch, ignoring the armor that dug into your shoulders, and you found your eyes flicking back down to your hand. You traced over the scars littering it, a familiar pattern to you at this point, and you flexed your fingers. They popped and cracked, bending unnaturally, and it caused a small jolt of pain to shoot through the nerves. You hadn't realized your eyes weren’t the only one on it until you heard the man beside you speak. “How’d that happen?” 

Now you were suspicious; he sounded like he actually cared. “Did you get replaced with a synth?” You asked, bewildered. 

He rolled his eyes in response, taking another bite before setting the can on the coffee table in front of you two. “I realize I don’t know a lot ‘bout you.”

“I didn’t think you cared,” you admitted. “But,” you added when he glared at you, “if you really want to know, I got it by punching something. Repeatedly.”

“If that’s your fist, I’d hate to see the other person,” he muttered. 

“Something, not someone. It was, well, glass.”

“Why the fuck were you punchin’ glass?”

“It was the only way I could escape.” You laughed humorlessly when he glanced at you, confused. “What, you think I left the vault freely?” You shook your head. “After my eighteenth birthday, they trapped me in a chamber so they could harvest stuff from my body, pumping me full of sedative and rapid-healing agents. Something about creating the ‘perfect human’. Eventually, the drug they used to keep me docile stopped working, and I was able to smash my way out. I’m pretty sure there’s some glass still left in my hand,” you chuckled, stopping when you realized he wasn’t joining in. “It’s fine. I’ve repressed most of the memories anyway.”

“Not well enough,” he muttered more to himself, and you couldn’t help the small bit of dread that washed over you at the realization that he knew about your nightmares. They made you feel weak, and you didn’t want him to think you were. 

“Well, I….” You trailed off with a sigh, finding it not worth it to try and disagree, sitting back on the couch. “Rude.”

“So you do have nightmares.” He chuckled at the glare you gave him once you realized you fell into his trap. “Are they ‘bout that?”

“Is this an interrogation?” You asked, getting defensive. “Why the fuck do you care? You haven’t before.”

“If ya paid attention, I said I barely know anythin’ ‘bout you. Figured if we’re gonna continue to travel I should know more besides your name.” He sighed before adding, “This ain’t an interrogation. You… you can ask me whatcha like.”

His reluctant openness made you feel more comfortable, and you relaxed a bit. “Really?”

“Sure, why the hell not. But answer my question first.”

There was silence for a few beats. “Fine. Yes, they’re about when they had me trapped. It’s… it’s mostly the pain I remember. And their faces, the people who raised me, who I trusted.  watching me through the glass. I forget most of the details when I wake, but that’s what sticks out.”

The Ghoul didn’t offer any verbal response, merely nodding his head slowly. You prayed that he couldn’t see the way your hands shook as you willingly brought up those memories in your brain. You shoved them away, forcing a light smile on your face. “My turn.” Adjusting so that your back rested against the arm of the sofa so you were facing him now, your knees tucked up to your chest. “What’s your name?”

He scoffed. “Out of all the questions, that’s the one ya go with?” 

“You don’t have to-”

“Cooper. Cooper Howard.” His response cut you off, and a small smile lifted the corners of your mouth. 

“A pleasure, Cooper Howard,” you smiled gently. It was hardly noticeable, but something shifted in him when he heard you say his name, but you weren’t quite sure what exactly. 

He cleared his throat while adjusting in his seat, his eyes flicking away from your own. “Better not make me regret tellin’ ya that.” 

Your slight smile fell at his semi-threat. “I’m assuming you don’t want me to call you that, then.” His responding silence was answer enough, and you didn’t press it further. “Do you got any more questions for me?”

“Plenty,” he seemed more comfortable now that the attention was off his past life. “Why the hell are ya still travelin’ with me?”

You thought of your answer for a moment. “I wasn’t lying when I said I enjoyed your company. And it’s not like I’ve got any place to go.”

“We’ve traveled to plenty of towns. Why don’t ya just stay there?”

“Do… Do you want me to leave?” It almost hurt to ask. You thought things were amicable between the two of you, and the thought of leaving your one “friend” was something you truly did not want to think about.  

He regarded you for a few moments, eyes dancing over your face. “I suppose not,” he finally sighed out, crossing his arms and resting against the back of the couch.

“Good,” you tried to not sound too relieved. “You’re stuck with me.” You swore you saw a smile tug at his lips.

“Unfortunately.” He didn’t sound too upset about it. “Anythin’ else?”

“Why didn’t you kill me when we met? I tried to rob you, and I’ve seen you kill people for less. You had the gun right to my head; why didn’t you pull the trigger?”

“That’s two questions.”

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. “They’re the same damn thing. Just… why didn’t you kill me?”

“I dunno why I didn’t kill ya right away. Somethin’ made me hesitate. And then once I realized you was a vault born, I figured I could get a good amount of caps for you, so I kept you alive.” The Ghoul sighed. “I expected to only keep ya ‘round for a week. But then you saved my life, even though I had ya captive, and I couldn’t bring myself to sell you. That’s when I set you free.” He chuckled as he reminisced. “But for some fuckin’ reason, you decided to stick around, and I thought I was gonna regret not killin’ or sellin’ ya.”

“Do you regret it?”

“That’s three questions now, sweetheart.” Your cheeks grew warm at the nickname. It wasn’t the first time he’d called you it, but it always elicited the same reaction from you. “But no. It’s nice, havin’ someone you trust enough to watch your back. After years of solitude, wanderin’ this godforsaken Wasteland with you has been a pleasant change.”

You don’t think you’ve ever heard anyone regard you so kindly, which was insane because of who it was coming from. “Thank you,” you responded, sincerely.

“Before I inflate your ego any more, it’s my turn. Do you miss life in the vault, back before all… that?” He gestured to your hand. 

“Honestly, you’d think I would,” you chuckled. “No danger around every corner, no radiation, no worry about dehydration or starvation. It was secure, but so constricting. Every part of my life was monitored, from the foods I ate, to the things I did, to the people I spoke to. If the higher ups didn’t like it, they’d make me change. If anything threatened the ability to become the most optimized person, then it was removed. I’ve had more freedom during the time I’ve spent up here than I did for the first eighteen years of my life.” You took a breath. “So, no, I don’t miss it.”

It went like that for a good while, you weren't quite sure how long, and eventually the two of you finished off the pie filling. Questions were shot back and forth, and you learned some things about the man beside you that you never thought you’d know. He learned more of the experiments led by Vault 75, and your role in it. You refrained from asking him about his life before becoming The Ghoul, and although he didn’t say it, you could tell that he was grateful. He had long since shed his coat, draping it across the back of the couch, down to only a once luscious blue button down. His hat was also off, sitting on the table alongside the now empty cans. 

You had asked him about the strangest person he’d met, and he was recounting this one “doctor” he’d met in Filly, with greased hair and a rotted cap, selling ailments for quite literally every predicament. “Pretty sure he was fuckin’ the livestock,” he added, and you gapped at him, horrified. “Strange fellow indeed. But, after that it probably has to be this vault born I met, who no matter what I do, refuses to leave.”

“I’m second after that? I… fuck you!” You’d never sworn at him before, but now felt like a good time to change that. 

His brow raised, shocked, and he grinned at you. “Looks like I’m rubbin’ off on ya, sweetheart.”

Rolling your eyes, you tried to hide your own smile behind your knees, which were still tucked up close to you. “It’s your turn. Although, I don’t know if I wanna respond after you insulted me like that.”

“My apologies,” he responded, not sounding sorry at all, especially with the way he continued to chuckle as he thought of a question. “Did ya have friends? Lovers, perhaps?”

If you weren’t blushing because of the nickname, then you certainly were now. It was a taboo subject in your vault, having lovers. Romantic companionship was seen as a hindrance, a liability. “I had some friends, sure, but they all turned out to be back-stabbers or were taken like me. I don’t know if they survived; I couldn’t stop to rescue them if I wanted to live.” You shook off the bit of guilt you felt when thinking of the others. “But I wasn’t close friends with anyone. As weird as it is, you’re the closest thing to a true friend I’ve ever had.”

“You only answered half my question.” Damn him. “Any lovers?”

“No.” Your hand was looking quite interesting now, and you traced over the familiar pattern of the scars again. 

“‘No’? That’s it?” If looks could kill, The Ghoul would be six feet under right now. “Touchy subject?” 

You realized that no matter what you said, he was still going to continue to ask. Groaning, you let your head sag back off the couch, not wanting to make eye contact with him when you responded. “We weren’t allowed to take… lovers. There were no romantic relationships allowed in the vault; they were seen as a liability. And I know that they’re not, but it’s been drilled into my brain that they’re wrong, that they’re… improper, and I’d rather not talk about it.”

When he didn’t respond, you thought he lost interest in the subject, and you slowly began to lift your head back up. “How the fuck did you guys repopulate?” And there your head went back down, face burning. 

“IVF. They took the eggs and sperm from the captives, as they were the best genetically, physically and mentally, and then put them in the body of one of the scientists.” You chose to not add the fact that there was an entirely real possibility that you had a kid or two.

“So no sex then?”

Something like a groan and a curse left your lips, and you squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassment and something else washing over you. How you wished for a raider or synth or anything to break down the door and kill you. “No,” you responded, and you missed the way his gaze locked on to you, intrigued by your answer.

“So you’ve never-”

“No!” You didn’t let him finish his question, not caring about what you just admitted to him.

“Not even after you left?”

“No.” You were getting really tired of your same responses. 

“Why not? It ain’t like you got your vault monitoring everythin’ ya do anymore.”

“Well…” you sighed, running a hand over your hot face. “It seems boring, from what I heard. I’m just supposed to, I dunno, sit there in pain while they use me for their own pleasure. It’s never appealed to me.” That last part was a lie, and you both knew it. You just wanted to hold on to some semblance of your pride that was lying in tatters around you.

He had the audacity to laugh, and you wished the couch would just swallow you whole. “I dunno who told ya that, but it ain’t like that. Not even fuckin’ close.”

Shakily, you exhaled, your heart feeling like it was about to beat out of your chest. You couldn’t believe you were having this discussion, with The Ghoul of all people. His next words had you going deathly still, staring wide-eyed at the mildewed ceiling. “Can I show ya?” 

In just one sentence, he managed to change the entire atmosphere of the conversation, of your relationship. You wouldn’t deny, the idea of being intimate with him was appealing, and definitely not the first time you’d thought of it. What made this time different, though, was that you didn’t push those thoughts away, disgust and shame not overwhelming you. And it was also different because this wasn’t just a scenario that you’d played out in your head, alone while you slept. No, this was actually happening. 

“What?” You managed to stammer out, sitting up slowly. Your mouth went dry at the way he stared at you, almost hungrily. You squirmed under his intense gaze, which seemed to please the man. 

“Can I show ya what it’s supposed to feel like?” He repeated again, and one of his gloves hands crept across the couch, resting an inch away from where your legs were. “If ya don’t want this, just say the word, and we can pretend like this ain’t ever happened. But I can promise ya won’t regret it.” For once, you were grateful for his self-assurance and cockiness, as it bolstered your own confidence in your decision. 

It felt like five hours had passed before you nodded, and you felt his hand brush up your clothed calf, gripping the muscle lightly. “Lemme hear ya say it, sweetheart.”

Even though it was far from the first time he’d called you sweetheart, the implications now made your face burn even more. He made it sound dirty, and you had to take a breath before speaking. “Show me.” Your voice barely came out as a whisper; any louder and you feared it would crack.

You let out a startled noise when he pulled you close to him using the hand on your calf, the action effortless; you’d forgotten how unnaturally strong he was. You were now laying down fully on the couch, hair splayed out around you. He moved between your legs, hands now braced on either side of your head as he leaned above you. His face hovered a few inches from yours, and you could feel his breath as he spoke. “You gotta let me know if ya don’t like somethin’, deal?”

“Deal.” 

You shivered when you felt him caress your cheek, a surprisingly gentle gesture from the rough man you knew. He smiled at your body’s response to him. “Finally,” he muttered out, but you didn’t get a chance to ask for further elaboration before his lips were on yours. 

Unlike his touch, they weren’t gentle, almost bruisingly strong against yours. You groaned, and you could feel him smirk. The hand that had been touching your face settled, grasping the side of your face in a warm, gloved palm. The other hand remained braced by your head, keeping him upright. You found yourself latching your own around his wrist, the other grabbing a handful of his shirt, trying to find some way to keep you grounded. 

Kissing felt even better than you’d imagined it would. You didn’t think it would be so enjoyable, feel so good, so right. It was like his lips were made to slot perfectly against yours. If you concentrated hard enough, you could taste cherry pie filling the both of you had eaten. You jolted when you felt teeth tug at your bottom lip, a droplet of pain in the sea of pleasure, and your grip tightened even more, threatening to tear the clothing. You didn’t think he would mind. 

Energy pulsed through your body, and you found yourself unconsciously beginning to move, your hips moving in small circles. A familiar tension began to form in your lower body, something you felt during your late night thoughts of The Ghoul. Even though it was only just forming, you’d never felt it this intensely before, and you were desperate for some kind of relief. 

An amused chuckle left him, pulling away slightly to do so. You almost whined at the loss of contact, and you attempted to pull him back down with the hand that currently had a fistfull of his clothing, but he didn’t budge. “Eager?” It was a rhetorical question, but you found yourself nodding anyway. 

“Please.” What you were asking for, you weren’t quite sure. Your words trailed off into a sigh when you felt his lips return, this time along your jaw by your ear. He left your cheek, running down the front of your body tantalizingly slow. 

“Where’s these manners comin’ from?” It sounded like his voice had turned raspier, and it elicited a shiver from your body, his lips still pressed close to your ear. “If this was all it took for ya to start actin’ all proper, then I would’ve done this weeks ago,” he teased, and his fingers ran underneath your breasts. 

Maybe it was his lips on your skin, or the way he pressed his body into yours, or the way he touched you, but you lost control of the words tumbling from your mouth. “I would’ve let you,” you admitted, and even though it was quiet you heard his breath hitch. 

“Yeah?” His voice had somehow gotten even raspier, and he groaned when you nodded. “Fuck, sweetheart,” his teeth nipped at your earlobe before moving further down your neck. You no longer felt his lips; instead you felt tongue and teeth leaving marks, growing more fervent as he descended. 

You let go of his shirt, your fingers popping uncomfortably, yet you paid it no mind. You rested your hand on the back of his head instead, almost immediately pulling it away, unsure if he wanted to be touched or not. But you felt him gently grab your wrist, bringing your hand back to where it had once been, making an approving noise when your fingers made contact. 

When he reached the strap of your shoulder armor, you felt him immediately get to work at losing the strap, and you sighed in relief when fresh air hit the newly exposed skin. He tossed it to the side somewhere, and it didn’t take long for your chestpiece to join it. The only thing left on the top half of your body was your bra and tank top, yet you felt completely naked, both because of the lack of armor and the way his eyes bore into your body.

His eyes trailed over the top of your chest, which was rising and falling rapidly, greedily taking in the swell of your breasts. You gasped when he took them in his hands, kneading and toying with the tender flesh. Even through the thick material of his gloves and your clothing, you could still feel his heat. But you wanted to feel him closer. You wanted to feel his bare hands on your body. 

Before you could even comprehend what you were doing, you were tearing off your tank top, throwing it somewhere in the room. You arched your back, your chest pressing further into his touch, and he groaned. Reaching behind, you had enough confidence to unlatch your bra and remove it, but not enough to look him in the eye. Your cheeks were burning, a flush creeping down your neck. 

“Fuckin’ perfect,” you heard him mutter, and his praise gave you enough confidence to finally return your gaze to his, expecting them to be locked on your chest. And they were, at least until he felt your eyes on him. His pupils were blown out, irises gone, and the almost predatory smirk on his face made you look away again, the tension in your body growing. 

“Take them off,” you whispered when his touch returned. His movement stilled, much to your dismay. “Your gloves,” you pleaded. “Take them off.”

When he didn’t respond, you forced your attention away from the ceiling, breath catching when you looked into his eyes. “And here I was praisin’ your manners,” he rebuked, and even through the lust in his eyes you could see a playful glint. “C’mon, you can do better than that.”

“Please take your gloves off,” you responded immediately, not caring if you sounded desperate. “I wanna feel your hands on me, please.”

“Much better,” he practically purred, and you watched him bring a hand up to his own mouth, tugging the glove off his hand with his teeth and letting it fall, landing on your body. It almost felt wrong to see his hands without gloves on them; it felt like he was more undressed than you.

He wasted no time in returning his now bare touch to your breasts, and it felt better than you thought it would. Fingers dexterously toyed with your now perked nipples, pulling little noises from you. You never thought it would be enjoyable to have someone playing with your breasts like this, but you were happily proven wrong.

It was when his mouth joined the fray that your noises turned louder, his lips wrapping around your other nipple. When his teeth grazed the sensitive bud, your hips bucked right against his, and you felt him groan against your chest. Wanting to hear that noise again, you repeated the action, and your ears were blessed once again. 

But your victory was short lived, and the hand that had been by your head the entire time finally moved, pressing your hips down into the couch. “Behave,” you heard him growl, not halting his attention towards your chest. But you did see his eyes flick up, making it look like he was glaring at you, and you found your mouth going dry. You nodded, not finding it in yourself to go against him just yet, to see how far you could push him. You hoped there would be a next time.

He continued to lavish your chest for a few more moments, swapping his hand and mouth, continuously building up that tension in your core. You fought against the desire to move your hips, his “threat” still ringing in your ears. Your hand was still resting on the back of his head, trying and failing to keep your nails from digging into his scalp. A particularly hard suck had them biting in deep, but any apology you had died on your lips at the sinful moan he let out, followed by a string of expletives. You took a mental note to do that again later.

With a pop, he removed his mouth from your chest, and he let you pull him up into a searing kiss. His hand sneaked down between your bodies, which you only realized when you felt his fingers run beneath the waistband of your jeans and underwear.

He pulled away, sitting back on his heels, and you weren’t quite sure who was panting heavier. You immediately missed the feel of his body over yours, the comforting weight of him, and you couldn’t help the small pout that formed on your lips as you tried and failed to pull him back down again. “Please,” you whispered, hoping that your words would convince him. And you could tell they almost worked, his jaw clenching as he grit his teeth. 

But he didn’t relent. Instead, you watched as he began to slowly unclip your gunbult, your armor, your kneepads. Every bit of protection against the Wasteland stripped from you, joining the pile on the floor, leaving you only in your clothes. It was freeing, yet a bit nerve wracking, your chest continuing to rise and fall rapidly. 

You tried to lean down to help with your boots, but he swatted your hands away, silencing any rebuttal with a look. It took a few moments, but he eventually was able to remove your boots and socks, but you barely heard the sound of them hitting the floor over the loud heartbeat in your ears. He practically ripped off your pants, his patience becoming thin because of the boots, but you were just grateful he didn’t actually ripped them. Good clothing was hard to come by.

His gaze was locked onto your lower body as he eased off your underwear, the final article of clothing on your body joining the rest. You were almost glad to be rid of them; they were cold and uncomfortable, and damp, for some reason. But it didn’t seem to put off The Ghoul. In fact, it seemed to please him immensely, an almost proud grin on his lips.  

You quickly grew embarrassed under his ravenous gaze, his eyes trailing over every inch of your body. You tried to close your legs, or at least tuck them to your chest to try and cover you, but he was having none of it. Two hands, one gloved and one not, wrapped around your ankles, pulling them back down and out. “None of that. Lemme see ya.”

Swallowing, you relaxed, at least as well as you could. It became easier when you saw how much he was loving your body. His eyes jumped around, like he was trying to memorize every detail of you. “Like I said. Fuckin’. Perfect.” You weren’t expecting the sheer honesty in his voice. 

The hands on your ankles began to slowly trail up, making goosebumps appear on your skin. It was like your skin was a million times more sensitive when someone else was touching you. You got lost in his touch, your eyes fluttering close, simply enjoying the feel of another person. 

They shot open when his touch suddenly left, and you gaped at him, confused. You watched him adjust so that he was now sitting normally on the couch, resting against the back of it. 

You understood, though, when he patted his legs, wanting you on his lap. With shaky movements, you complied, but were once again confused when he stopped you, hand resting on your shoulder. Wordlessly, he turned you so that your back was to him, and you let out a startled noise when he roughly pulled you onto his lap, his still clothed chest pressing into your bare shoulders. 

Moving the hair from your neck, you felt his lips return their ministration on your neck, and your head rolled back, giving him more access. Both hands were on your body, ungloved one returning to your breasts, the other skating down the side of your body. You gasped when it began to inch towards your center, and you felt him chuckle. “So sensitive,” he commented almost absentmindedly.

You felt him grip your thigh, spreading your legs even farther so that they went around his own, now using his knees to keep your legs open. It left you completely exposed and at his mercy, but you felt comfortable, safe even. Relaxing fully against his chest, your head now rests on his shoulder, and if you strained enough you were able to look at him. It was clear by the expression on his face that he was enjoying this just as much as you were, if not more.

He reached his hands around your body, and began to pull the glove off his other hand. You stopped him with a gentle grasp of his wrist, tugging his hand to your mouth. Just like he did, you took the material between your teeth, and he was able to free his hand with a tug. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Think ya can do one for thing for me?”

“Anything,” you responded, and you felt two of his fingers, the middle and ring, trace your bottom lip. 

“Anythin’?” You nodded, not caring what that might imply. “Well, I’ll have to keep that in mind. But first,” those fingers tugged at your lip, “get those nice and wet for me.”

Even though you weren’t quite sure what you were doing, you parted your lips anyway, taking the digits into your wet mouth. Slowly, you began to bob your head up and down, running your tongue along the textured skin, barely tasting the saltiness of it. Whatever you were doing seemed to please him, because you felt his chest rumble with a groan. 

Before you could build a rhythm, he pulled them out with a pop, and they glistened in the low light. He didn’t give you much time to observe them, though, because before you could process he was running them through your folds. The sudden touch in your most sensitive area made you try and shut your legs, but his knees made it impossible.

His chest rumbled with a light laugh, and you were confused as to what could possibly be amusing him. “Guess that wasn’t necessary; you’re already so damn wet for me.” You detected another hint of pride, this time in his voice. 

Another swipe had you moaning, but then you felt his fingers locate something between your legs that made you cry out, your legs jerking involuntarily. “There we go,” he rumbled, and he focused his attention on that area, fingers pressing firm and slow circles into it. You weren’t quite sure what he was doing, but it felt incredible, the tension that had slowly begun to rescind returning. 

You tried to tell him, but it came out as a garbled moan instead. “Feel good?” It was another rhetorical question, and you yet again nodded, and you watched his lips quirk up. 

“Ghoul…” you moaned out, one of your hands reaching behind to hold the back of his head, needing something to hold onto as he continued to pleasure you. 

For the first time since you’d met him, something like self-consciousness flicked across his face, gone as soon as it came. “That ain’t my name, sweetheart. C’mon, lemme hear ya say it,” he almost sounded desperate as he talked. 

It took a moment for your lust-addled brain to remember what he had told you earlier in the night. “Cooper…” you sighed out, and he bit back his own moan, and you felt his hips jump the tiniest bit. 

“And I thought I liked hearing ya say my name, but fuck, I like hearin’ ya moan it a hundred times more.” You realized that when you had seen something shift in his eyes when you first said his name was disdain, it was actually the opposite. That realization had you smiling, and you managed to pull him down into a messy kiss, the angle too weird to allow a proper meeting of your lips. 

But it wouldn’t have lasted long anyways, another few moments of his fingers making you cry out again, that tension beginning to become unbearable, like it was just on the precipice of snapping. “Cooper.” It came out as a moan, but with a hint of confusion and worry behind it, unsure of what was happening with your body.

“You close?” 

“Close?” You had enough focus left to be confused, and even though his fingers didn’t yield, you felt the rest of him go still. 

“You’ve never… oh, fuck,” his voice turned husky, almost like a growl, “am I gonna make you come for the first time?” He sounded elated. It just created more questions, but another swirl of his fingers made all thoughts go out the window.

You fidgeted and squirmed, trying to escape the onslaught of things you were feeling. “Relax. I promise ya, this’ll feel good.” And because you trusted him, foolishly or not, you did relax, no longer fighting against him. It felt like you were a dam that was about to burst, and you barely registered that your nails were digging back into his scalp until you heard one of those delicious moans escape his lips.

That sound triggered something in you, and all at once that tension snapped, exploding like something that was pulled too tight. Pleasure ignited your body, making it feel as light as a feather. Every nerve in your body was humming, and you swore you blacked out for a moment. 

His voice, gruff yet a bit concerned, brought you back to your body. “Breathe,” you heard him say, and you realized the dizziness you were feeling wasn’t just because of the mind-shattering pleasure you’d just felt, but you indeed had stopped breathing. Inhaling shakily, you felt some of that dizziness leaving now that oxygen had returned to your lungs. 

An uncomfortable jolt had you glancing down between your legs, where he continued to pull every last bit of pleasure from your body. “S’too much,” you managed to slur out, your voice quite hoarse. He halted, thankfully, resting his hand on your thigh, still close enough to your center that you could feel the heat from his hands. 

“You alright, sweetheart?” He sounded mildly amused, and if your muscles weren’t currently jelly you would’ve hit him. 

“I… what did…” you said between gasping breaths, trying to get your heart rate back down. 

“You just came. Rather loudly, at that,” he teased, and your incredibly hoarse voice made sense now. You were suddenly very glad that you were in the middle of nowhere. 

Turning so that you were able to face him better, you felt the material of his pants rub against your bare legs, which wouldn’t have been too weird if it weren’t for the fact they were wet, borderline soaked. The hand that had just been resting on your thigh was brought into view, just as soaked as his pants, and you watched as he examined his hand, almost transfixed. “And messily,” he added, and you felt your cheeks burn even more than they already were. 

You opened your mouth, ready to apologize, but nothing but an airy noise left you as you watched his tongue run from up from his wrist to his fingers. A pleased hum left him, his eyes never once leaving your own as he continued to clean his hand, like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, even better than the desert you had shared. There was a stir in your gut at the action, what you now assumed to be arousal coming to life as you continued to watch him. 

When he caught you staring, his lips twisted into one of those smirks that made your stomach flip. Turning fully in his lap so you were now straddling him, you tugged his wrist far enough away so that you could kiss him. You groaned when his tongue swept between your parted lips, his slightly damp hand holding the side of your face gently. 

With shaky fingers, you began to try and unbutton his shirt. You didn’t get far before he was suddenly standing, and even though he had an arm tucked beneath your thighs, you still clung on to him, legs and arms wrapping around him tightly. Not once did he remove his lips, even when he bumped into a few things on the way to the bed. It was like all that mattered was you and the way you felt. 

The bed, which was barely big enough for one person, let alone two, squeaked obnoxiously when he lowered you onto it, but neither of you paid attention to it. And it wasn’t like you had to worry about anyone else hearing. Like on the couch, he hovered over your body, arms braced on either side of you. His lips were back on your neck, giving you a few moments to take heaving breaths of air. 

For once during the entire night, you knew what was about to happen next, but even though you could feel anxiety threaten to grip your mind, you managed to shove it off. It was easier when you focused your attention on the man in your arms. His continued attention was nice, but you wanted, needed more. “Cooper, please…” you trailed off, hoping he got what you were asking for.

And you know he did, because you felt his lips curl into a smile against the skin of your neck, and he lifted his head up. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so care-free, and the sight had your heart swelling, a small gasp leaving you as well. He looked good like this, and a part of you craved to see it for days to come. 

“What was that, sweetheart? I didn’t quite hear what ya said.” For a moment, you retracted your previous stance, embarrassment making your ears burn. You either wanted to kiss or slap that shit-eating smirk off his face when he noticed how bashful you’d grown. “I’ll give ya whatever you want. All ya gotta do is ask.”

Your pride and embarrassment were at war with your desire, but a winner was quickly decided. “Please, I need you, Cooper.”

Apparently that wasn’t good enough, because he didn’t move. “You need me to…?” You groaned in frustration, and you tried to get him to just forget it with a roll of your hips, trying to make him break. It seemed to almost work, but you felt him press down firmly on your hips, pinning you to the bed. “That ain’t gonna help ya. Use your words.”

You sighed, finally relenting. “Fuck me, please,” you whispered out, and it finally seemed to do the trick.

“Atta girl,” he praised. “Go ‘head and roll over for me.”

As much as you wanted to be able to see him clearly, excitement had you turning over anyway, now on your hands and knees. The position was revealing and it almost felt degrading, but yet again you felt at ease, anticipation making your heart beat fast. Turning your head, you were able to see him a bit, and a moan slipped from your lips when you heard the sound of his belt being undone, the sound of a zipper following suit. This was really happening. 

One of his hands gripped your hips, and you felt his still clothed legs pressed up against the back of your own. His cock, warm and solid, pressed into your entrance, a low groan pulled from your lips when he breached it. It was only the tiniest bit painful, not as bad as you initially believed it would be, like a muscle being stretched, which was earlier overshadowed by the pleasure it brought. He let out a groan of his own, the fingers on your hips digging in harshly. 

Inch by inch, you felt him press himself fully into you, both of you letting out similar sighs when he was fully sheathed. Cold metal bit into your skin when his hips were flush with yours, the buckle of his belt no doubt going to leave imprints on your skin. He stilled once he was fully in you, giving you a chance to get adjusted to him, which you were grateful for. You could tell that it was taking every ounce of restraint in his body to just sit there, though, and it only took a few moments until you felt like you were ready for him to move. 

All it took was you wiggling your hips for him to get the message, something like a sigh of relief leaving his lips. Slowly, he pulled out of you, fingers never once letting go of their grip. The sensation made you moan, and you could feel him everywhere, hitting all the right spots as he pulled out.

You grasped at the barely-together bedsheets, probably creating new holes in the fabric. It was less uncomfortable when he pushed back a second time, and you felt your head go limp between your arms, his name falling from your lips. He started creating a rhythm, hips beginning to pick up the pace. His hips snapped into yours, slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed.

You could do nothing but take it, pleasure making you lose control of your body. Your cries were becoming increasingly louder, that familiar tension returning, and you tried to bury your face in the mattress. 

That was until you felt him grab a fistfull of your hair, yanking your head back up. It hurt, but it felt wonderful, and you felt yourself tense, a wanton moan louder than anything previous escaping you. “Fuck, ya like it rough?” His pace quickened, his cock spearing you relentlessly. It filled something in you that you didn’t quite know you needed, a craving satiated that you didn’t know you had. But now that you had it, you needed more of it. 

You nodded, at least as best you could, the grip in your hair keeping your head still. It took you too long to realize that he was using the leverage from his grip in your hair to pound into you. “D’ya know how fuckin’ incredible ya feel?” He panted. “This cunt was made for me. For me to ruin.” 

“Cooper,” you cried out, and he groaned in appreciation. 

“Fuck, that’s right. Who’s fuckin’ ya this good? Who’s ruinin’ ya for any other?”

You certainly weren’t expecting him to be this vocal, but you were far from complaining. His voice, which normally electrified you, was driving you insane, the tension building up tenfold. You tried to say his name again, but it came out incoherent. “Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed before laughing lightly. 

You were so close to your release again, and you could feel moisture run down your thighs, but you had little mind to be embarrassed now. “Cooper,” you were able to sigh out. “I’m… I’m close.”

His grip turned vice like, and you’re sure your neck would be hurting later because of the angle, but you didn’t care. “Let go. C’mon, lemme feel ya cum on my cock.” His words left no room for debate, so who were you to go against his orders? After a few more thrusts, you felt that tension snap again, pleasure once again washing over your body, making your arms turn to jelly. Panting, you collapsed on your arms, face squished against the mattress, the sound of slick skin on skin the only thing you could make out.

You didn’t stay down for long. Both hands wrapped around your front, pulling you flush against his body. He continued to thrust into you, and you felt another release begin to build, but it was too much. You made a sound of protest, something like you couldn’t come again, but he shushed you with kisses on your cheeks, which were damp with tears and sweat. “Just one more, sweetheart. You can do it.”

Nodding shakily, you felt his continue to fuck you, one arm wrapping around your stomach, the other holding right above your breasts. A startled noise left you when you felt his hand wrap around your throat, survival instinct kicking in immediately. With wide eyes, you twisted out of his grasp on your throat, panic evident on your face. 

He had let go as soon as he heard any sound of protest, but he still lingered close by. “You trust me?” He asked, somehow still able to form a coherent sentence. 

Your answer came immediately; you trusted him with your life. Why else would you travel the Wasteland with him? You nodded, a soft yes leaving you as you did. He pressed another grateful kiss to your cheek, a wordless thank you, and you felt his hand return to where it was. You still tensed when you felt his grip return, unable to turn off the instinct to be free of someone choking you, but you provided no further protest. 

Fingers squeezed against the sides of your neck, and like with your hair he used the leverage to snap his hips up into you. Even though it was harder, you were still able to breathe, your gasps and noises labored. Yet you still found yourself growing dizzy, the restricted blood flow making you so, which just heightened the pleasure you felt. 

Your third and final release of the night barreled into you, completely catching you both off guard. Your mind was so fuzzy; you couldn’t even get his name out. You were quickly snapped out of that haze when you heard him moan your name. Not sweetheart, not Vaultie, not any other nickname. Your name. 

He eased you to the bed, hand leaving your neck, and you let out a small whine when you felt him pull out of you. You felt empty, lacking, and even though you knew it would upset your overstimulated body you wanted him back in you. 

You had just rolled onto your back when you felt something hot splatter against your skin. You watched slack-jawed as he stroked himself to completion, his release painting your skin. The sight caused the flames of arousal to reignite, but you tried your best to snuff them out; you needed a moment. 

He sagged forward when he was done, arms once again bracing him from completely falling on top of you. Silence now filled the air, which was significantly warmer than it was a bit ago. It was you who moved first, grasping the side of his scarred face and pulling him in for a gentle kiss. It was short, but probably the most passionate of the night. 

When it broke, he sat up, getting up and off the bed and towards his belongings. You let out a noise of protest, and he just shot you a teasing look. “I’ll be back in a sec. We gotta get ya cleaned up,” he gestured to the remnants of him on your skin, and you watched as he fished out a canteen, before searching the area for something else. 

You decided to glance over your body as you waited for him to return. Your skin glistened with sweat, and you could see various marks littering your body; you didn’t want to know what your neck looked like, where he focused a lot of his attention.

The feeling of the bed shifting snapped you out of your examination, and you regarded the man who sat beside you with a soft look, and you were surprised when he returned it. It quickly turned into a scowl when you felt a damp cloth brush against your stomach and breasts, the cool water making you hiss. 

When he was done cleaning your skin, he handed you the canteen, and you took a few sips. You’d long since gotten used to the acrid taste of the Wasteland’s water, so it didn’t bother you, and you watched him finally kick off his boot. He was still fully dressed besides that, shirt sticking to his body.He set it beside the bed once you finished, before eying the bed that you were currently laying on.

“What?” You cringed at how raspy your voice sounded.

“Just dunno how I’m gonna fit.” In the back of your mind, you worried that he was going to push you away after all was said and done, so you were quite relieved to find the opposite happening. 

With a grin, you scooted back until your head rested against the thin pillow, before opening your arms to him. Shock crossed his features for a split second, before a grin of his own grew on his lips. He was still hesitant when he entered your embrace, but he relaxed almost immediately, especially when your hands ran soothingly up and down his back. When you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, he practically shuddered, his face nuzzling into your skin. You wondered how long it had been since someone showed him affection like this. 

You held him for a good while, your body calming down, and you thought over the events that had just transpired. Weirdly enough, you thought less about the things he had done and more of the words he said, especially right at the beginning. “Cooper?” You called out hesitantly, almost immediately regretting it. “Do… Can I call you that?”

He had raised his head when he heard his name being called, and you watched him debate it for a second. “Only in private. I’ve gotta reputation to uphold.” His response was gruff, but there was something warm in his eyes. 

It made you giddy, that he trusted you enough to call him by his true name, and you hoped you weren’t smiling like a fool. “Alright, Cooper. What did you mean when you said ‘finally’?”

He chuckled lightly, propping up a big so he could respond properly. “What, ya thought this was a spur of the moment decision?” He shook his head. “Sweetheart, I’ve wanted this for a while.”

You gaped at him, stunned. “You… you have?”

“How could I not? I mean, look at’cha,” his eyes trailed appreciatively over your still naked body. “But you’ve got a fire ‘bout ya. You ain’t afraid of this world, even though you damn well should be. You ain’t afraid of me, even though I’ve given ya plenty of reason to be. You’re a fighter, and I… I admire that ‘bout you. I-” He caught himself, like he said something he wasn't supposed to. “I’m too sober to be discussin’ my thoughts with ya. All ya gotta know is yes, I have.”

You were once again left stunned, so you let your action speak for you, pressing another kiss to his head, trying to ignore the way your heart soared. You felt him shift upwards, and he kissed your proper. It was another short yet passionate kiss, and when he broke away he rested his head against yours. 

“You wanna know somethin’, sweetheart?” His voice had dropped lower, and that familiar dark look was back in his eyes. So much for snuffing out the arousal you felt. He smirked when you nodded vehemently. “You wanna know the real reason why I always take first watch when we go to bed?” You felt his grasp one of your hands, loosely enough that you could pull it away if you wanted to, and he brought it between your bodies. You gasped when you felt the hard tent in his pants, having tucked himself away when he got up, but you knew it wasn’t going to stay like that for long. 

“It’s ‘cause you do this to me. You should hear me out there, moanin’ your name like I do, imaginin’ your hand wrapped ‘round my cock instead of mine.”

Your tiredness was completely forgotten, the pleasant ache in your muscles nothing more than a gentle distraction. “Can you show me?”

“Fuckin’ gladly, sweeheart.”

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[ part two of a new series called: ‘giving new meaning to bts moments by adding yn’… (really bad name lmao) - feel free to request your own! ]

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LOOKS SO REFRESHED.

friends with benefits is hard, but when he’s an international superstar... it’s much harder. so while you love his friends to death, spending the night holed up in his hotel room just sounds a lot more fun than a dinner party. // explicit. 3.4k words

warnings: cursing, dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), hickeys, fingering, yoongi has a lot of feelings... anal play, nipple play, biting, anal sex, this really turned out angstier than i intended lmao.

Yoongi is exiting the bathroom when you're entering his hotel room. Plush towel hanging low on his hips, dark hair appearing even darker from the water that drips from it. His lips stretch into a smile as he watches you make your way toward him. Amazed with how effortlessly beautiful you looked all the time.

A thin-strapped tank top covering your chest and stomach, stopping directly about your belly button. If he focused hard enough, he could see the tiny peaks of your nipples through the fabric. You've squeezed into a pair of bike shorts that do a great job n highlighting the gentle curve of your waist, the roundness of your hips.

He's nearly drooling over the sight of you as you make your way closer to his slim frame in the threshold, a soft hand landing on his bare chest. Yoongi reaches down to steady his palm on the small of your back while you lean into him, plush lips pressing against his.

“Hey, baby.” You're mumbling as you pull back, the tip of your finger tracing patterns over the skin of his peck.

His lips shift into a lazy smile, “Hi,” Voice sounding a bit dazed, drunk off the brief taste of your lips. A hand inching down toward the curve of your ass, giving the flesh a firm squeeze all while pulling your body tighter against his. “Are you gonna wear that out tonight?” Very unlikely he'd make it through an entire dinner with you beside him looking like that.

You're shaking your head, arms lifting to wrap around his neck. Chest paired against his. “Nope, I bought something when I went out with Jin,” He's nodding, barely taking in your words, his focus shifting to the push against his chest. And it becomes obvious with the way his lips curve into a dopey grin.

“I can feel your nipples through your shirt,” Yoongi says through a laugh, his hand reaching up to pinch it through the fabric. “Yoongi!” You say with a laugh, swatting his hand away from your body before wiggling out of his grip, crossing the room to flop down on the bed.

He's following behind you, fingers carding through his hair as one hand holds the edge of his towel up on his hips. “What else did you do today?” He asks while rummaging through his suitcase, picking out a pair of briefs that he slides on underneath his towel, letting it pool around his feet as he adjusts the band on his hips.

Yoongi nods along with the words you're saying as he pulls a hoodie from his luggage, shrugging it on before he's pulling a pair of dark jeans over his leg. “And then what happened?” He asks as he makes his way over to you, fists pinned on either side of your legs to lean down toward you.

The extremely hilarious story you were in the middle of telling him seems to become obsolete the moment you're being hit with the aroma of his cologne, pretty dark eyes boring into yours. His lips a pretty plush pink, looking enticingly soft. He must've noticed where your attention has gone, mouth shifting into a smirk. “Was that the end?” He laughs, brow arching as he urges you to continue.

“Mhm. That was it,” You're joining in on the laughter, hands lifting to rest on either side of his face. It's easy to pull him down toward you, mouth quickly molding with his.

He tastes heavily of mint, tongue pushing its way past your lips as he lifts his body onto the mattress. With a hand resting on your hip, he's laying your body back on the sheets. Your eyes flutter shut, fingers moving to knit in his damp hair. Kissing him was away so intoxicating, you could feel your head spinning even as he pulled back.

Smiling down at you with such adoration and appreciation in his eyes, Yoongi's lifting a hand to push the stray hairs out of your face before he's leaning in for another kiss. His hands slide down your waist, thumbs rubbing into your hip bones as he slots himself between your legs. 

The sudden drag of his teeth on your lower lip has a moan emitting from the back of your throat, teeth clashing as the kiss grows sloppier, more desperate. He's reached around to palm at your ass, free hand trailing back up your body until he's able to grip the top of your tank top. With one swift movement, he's tugging it out of the way, heavy breasts spilling over the fabric.

“Fuck,” He grunts, mouth falling from yours to steal a peek at the newly exposed skin. His middle finger lifts, tongue quickly swiping over the digit before he's rubbing it into the hardening bud. Yoongi feels the way his jeans stiffen from the soft you're letting out, head tilted back slightly to expose the length of your neck.

And he's diving in without a second of hesitation, lips latching onto the clammy skin, tongue, and teeth determined to leave a mark. Soft whines fill the room, he's rolling your nipple between his knuckles, cock pressed firmly against your thigh. You can feel the pound of your heart between your legs and it comes with an unmistakable wave of arousal.

Teeth nipping from your jaw to your chest, stopping only to allow his mouth to take the place of his knuckles. His teeth gently tug at the skin, mouth shifting into a grin when you're whimpering at the feeling. Heat spreading throughout your body, thighs tightening around his torso – effectively pulling his body closer to yours. You wanted him. Like always.

He's pulling back after a moment, boob bouncing slightly as he releases it. Yoongi's body shifts above you, arms pinned on either side of your head so he's able to hold himself up. Taking a moment to admire the features of your face, the glint in your eyes. Love was a strong word, but it felt like the only logical way to describe how he was feeling now.

You're shooting him an odd look, nose scrunched slightly and brows furrowed. The palms of your hands fall from his hair, gliding down to rest over the sides of his neck. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You say through a laugh to hide your concern.

It was not at all like Yoongi to stop what he was doing (especially if it involved taking your clothes off) to just look. And the way he was looking at you. As if he was moments from professing his love, that was unlike Yoongi in so many ways.

An easy smile spreads across his lips, lowering his body so that he's holding up his weight on his elbows. You're still caged underneath him and you like it that way, accepting the kiss that he places on your lips. “I miss you,” He mumbles, not bothering to pull back from your mouth.

You missed him too. Just like you always did when he was swamped or too busy to call you up. Something that he always tried to make up for whenever he had the chance, but that didn't take away from the fact that you did miss him. You had to share him with the entire world and sometimes it felt a little unfair.

But, he was doing what he loved. And no matter how stressful and time-consuming it may be, he insisted that he was enjoying himself. So who were you to rain on that parade? Whining about missing him wouldn't change a thing. “I'm right here, silly.” Laughing it off and enjoying the smile that pushes on to his features.

“You are,” He agrees with a quick nod, leaning down to cover your mouth with his again.

A much slower kiss that screams what he did not say before. His fingers in your hair holding your face to his. Your arms reach to cross behind his neck, pulling him down until he's laying flat against you. Not an inch of space left. His tongue teases the opening of your lips until your jaw is falling slack allowing his tongue to twist with yours.

He loved you. And it was insane because he knew he wasn't supposed to. This wasn't what casual was, no feelings, just two people having a good time. He had broken every single rule he had set in order to spare your feelings. Didn't want to stick you with that feeling of longing that came with being with someone always on the go, but that's exactly what he did.

It's worse because he could end it, he knew that he should but he was so stupidly in love with you that he couldn't bring himself to do it. Hell, even his friends loved you! When the lines between just hooking up and falling in love started to blur, he had no idea. It came all at once, one night when you were too tired to do anything. So, you just sat around and talked, he listened to you laugh and then went on to do things to hear it again. Gone after that.

And there was no way back.

“Should we skip tonight?” He's already working his hoodie over his head before you can get your answer out. Which is, yes, of course. While you loved his friends, spending the night rolling around the sheets with him seemed a lot more appealing. He's reaching over to grab his phone from the nightstand, typing out a quick message to Joon before he's setting it back down.

Not another moment is wasted as his hands curl into the waist of your shorts, tugging them off and tossing them out of the way. You're moving up toward the headboard, legs spreading wider for him. He's dropping down to lay on his stomach, arms looping around your thighs and easily setting them over his shoulders.

His eyes are zeroing on the wet patch staining your panties, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk. “Making a mess already,” He's mumbling out before he's leaning down, tongue flattening over your slit through the fabric.

Lips latching on to where he suspects your clit to be, he's instantly filling the room with the loud suction of his lips. Fingers clutching his hair as his tongue pushes out to lap at your skin through your panties, the soft whines you're letting out going straight to his dick. “So sweet,” He groans as he pulls back, tongue jutting out to lick the bit of your juices from his lips.

“More,” You're breathless, a dull ache starting in the pit of your stomach and he's hardly done much. He's flashing his upper row of teeth as he chuckles, fingers hooking into the thin band of your underwear before he's dragging them down your legs. Placing a line of wet kisses into your inner thighs.

With the grip you've got in his hair, you're attempting to pull him toward your dripping pussy. Which earns you a firm bite into your skin, tongue swiping across the forming mark. The slight sting of pain mixes deliciously with pleasure his tongue brings, you can't help but moan. Fingers tightening in his hair.

“Be patient,” Despite his words, he's moving to press wet kisses along your slit. His hand lifts to lay flat on your thigh, keeping your legs from closing as he drags his tongue toward your clit. He's sucking it into his mouth, lips pursing as he slurps loudly. He's making a messy, spit dribbling from his tongue and sliding down your folds.

Urged by the sweet sounds that you make, your fingers tugging at his hair and hips rolling, effectively grinding your pussy on his tongue. Yoongi pulls back with a loud smack, eyes focused on the wetness dripping down toward your ass.

He grins. “What a pretty fucking pussy.” Making a show of licking your taste from his lips. “Should I fuck you with my tongue, baby?” Dark eyes lift to take in the look on your face. The flush of your cheeks, eyes hooded as you try to focus on him. His gaze drops to your fingers that work at twisting your nipples into a peak. Cock hardening at the sight.

There's a mischievous glint in his eyes and it makes your core tighten in anticipation. “Or...” Middle finger lifting and pushing past your walls without an ounce of hesitation. Slipping in to the knuckle, his eyes focused on you as he curls it up, mimicking the 'come here' motion.

“Both, both. Please, do both.” You were always so greedy when it came to him. He's obsessed with the way you whine but still pulls his finger from inside of you. “But then...” The digit is wet with your arousal and he uses it as a lubricant on your asshole, slowly pushing his way through. “What about this hole?”

He's pushing his way past the tight ring, a glob of spit falling from his lips and landing directly on the hole. “Yoongi, fuck.” You're gasping. A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he leans forward, tongue pushing his way past your folds. Slowly, he's pushing past your entrance, finger loosening the grip around his finger.

You're letting out a soft gasp at the feeling of him pushing a second finger past your tightness. Holding his fingers firm against your ass, tongue fucking deep into you. Your feet slide against the sheets, wanton moans falling from your lip. Yoongi licks into you like a man starved, groaning against your core while pumping his fingers. Your feet drag over the sheets, toes curling as the pleasure washes over you.

The tip of his nose is smushed against your clit, nudging against it with every swipe of his tongue, applying just the right amount of stimulation to have the tingle growing in the pit of your stomach. Hips lifting as you're letting out a desperate cry of his name. Your orgasm is quick and it startles you, thighs shaking and back arching.

He feels the new tightness around his tongue, the gush of arousal that hits his taste buds. It has his cock twitching, moments from blowing his load despite the fact that he's hasn't even fucked you yet. Eating you out always had that effect on him, though. Enjoyed it so much he would be satisfied if that was all you wanted him to do.

Although, it never was. He can tell by the way you look at him when his head lifts from between your legs. Dark eyes taking in your fucked out expression as he sucks the taste of you off his lips. He looks so hot over you. Hair disheveled, your cum dripping from his lips and chin, nose glistening with your wetness. 

“Fuck me,” You're whining, legs spreading in hopes of enticing him. He doesn't need much convincing, though, moving quickly to shove his jeans out of the way taking them along with his boxers. His body fits nicely between your legs, thighs pressed on either side of his hips.

He brushes the head of his cock against your over your entrance, and your legs lift to hook around his back. You're about to push him into you when he's being reminded of something. “Wait, wait.” The pout on your face makes him laugh. “You're ovulating,” 

The fact that he has your menstrual cycle memorized teeters on the edge of endearing and terrifying. But you're too horny to think that deep into it, especially because you know he had given his last condom away to Hoseok the night before. “It'll be fine,” You say, but he's not the slightest bit convinced.

Birth control was never your forte and he was in no position to gamble with the whole pull-out method. “How about..” His hand wraps around his length, cock dragging from your pussy between your cheeks. Something you've only tried together once, but you've been eager to do it again. Just haven't said anything to him about it.

“Okay,” You're agreeing instantly, earning a surprise raise of the brow from Yoongi. He watches as you turn on to your knees, cheek pressed against the sheets. “Fuck. Stay just like that,” Sliding off the bed, he moves to rummage through his suitcase, plucking out a small tube of lube.

Your hands are stretched behind you, palms on either side of your cheeks to spread them slightly. He takes his time with making his way back over to you, taking in the way you look spread out and ready for him. God, he loved you so much. 

The bed dips as he moves himself to kneel behind you, cock wet with lube which he spreads over your puckered hole. He takes his time pushing forward, watching the way his length disappears inside of you. Fists tightening in the sheets as a drawn-out moan leaves your lips.

You're squeezed around him much tighter than usual and it takes a few experimental thrusts before he's slipping into a comfortable pace. Hands gripping your hips as you push back into him, ass jiggling with each collide of skin. You're whining and hissing, breathy curses falling filling the air. He won't last long, had already been on the brink of it with his face between your legs.

“You're so fucking... tight, shit. I'm gonna cum,” Yoongi reaches around you, fingers dipping into your pussy. The palm of his hand presses against your clit as he pumps in and out of you. He's losing it the moment your walls are tightening around his fingers, hips pounding into you so hard your body is crashing down onto the mattress.

He's settling into a slow roll, allowing you to feel every inch of his cock as he drags it in and out. “Fuck,” He's groaning, stomach caving as cum spurts from the tip and filling you up. The first few hot strings of cum are what pushes you over, paired with the steady pound of the heel of his palm on your clit.

Your body shakes as you cum, hips rolling back into him. He fucks you shallowly through it, ignoring the sensitivity that vibrates through his cock. Instead, he focuses on the desperate whines, until your body is going limp beneath him. Heavy breaths shaking your back. He pulls back slowly, grinning at the way your hole squeezes around him as if protesting the emptiness.

“We have to do that more,” You're panting, feeling the trickle of cum that rolls down your thigh. His eyes follow it, nodding in agreement as he flops down on the mattress. The pounding in his heart is ten times worse than before and the way you curl up into his side doesn't help. An arm wrapped around his torso and cheek resting on his chest.

He watches the way your features soften, fingers tracing random lines into his side. Your soft breath hits his skin and your blinks start to slow. Fatigue washing over you and him too, but he can't seem to look away from you. Allowing his mind to wander to what it would be like if you were together and he could tell you all the things that were constantly bouncing around in his mind.

His hand lifts, fingers pushing a few stray hands of hair out of your face. He's two seconds from leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead when his name is being called loudly from the other side of the door, followed by a firm knock. It pulls you from whatever half-sleep that you were in, eyes squinting in the direction of the sound.

It's Hoseok. And from the use of his stage name, it's safe to assume they're probably filming too. He shushes you as he stands, finding his boxers in the mess of clothes. You watch sleepily as he makes his way to the door, cute butt poking out as he walks. The encounter is brief before he's sitting on the bed beside you.

He looks so cute, hair sticking up all over the place, cheeks flushed as he leans over the takeout, mixing it up before he's holding out a bite to you. You're leaning forward, allowing him to push the food into your mouth. Laughing along with him at the pieces that you miss. It's so comfortable. And nice.

You can't help but wonder what it would be like if everything wasn't this complicated. If you could just be together and talk to each other. Enjoy each other. If only it were that easy.

[padfootastic]

hcs about miss pen coming right up—

(I'm so excited to type this cause it's like those art videos where they choose colours without light and then is skin is green kwim? )

1) can follow along with a recipe/good enough cook but don't do it often cause don't want to wash up (absolutely valid if tho– bartan are just not the vibe)

2) social actually like not daily put partying but have this group of 5-6 friends that you just have always have had you know

3) not teachers pet but also not a trouble maker. they used to have a soft spot for you but you were a bit sarcastic talkative in class or used to have longer nails or something that would make you occasionally get in trouble

4) either took 4 classes of art as kid or very good dancer.

5) I'm gonna go with favourite subject was EVS till 5th-6th

6) have never broken a bone but did have stupid injuries as a kid

7) type of person who complaints about it's too hot/too cold, says their favourite season is Mansoon but jab humidity hoti h you're like nah i think i actually prefer winter (it's a lie you don't like any seasons)

8) friends parents and relatives used to say like you're the role model (in the sense ki beta dekho ye kitni polite/ kitni achche se baat kar rhi h/ kitni helpful h/ basically auntie whisperer) and your friends/cousins would just look at the aunties that have they grown two heads cause ye ladki? ye — abhi do second phle hame aise harkaton ke ideas de rhi thi.

9) absolutely not a morning person (which If thai you are i would be so surprised cause your sleep schedule 😭)

10) like fashion to a reasonable extent like whenever you step out you're put together in an effortless way it's not a remarkable oh my god look at this person's style. but a second they notice you properly wow you look good today type.

!!!! omg ash, lowkey impressed at how right u are for some of these? like,,,now i’m frantically combing thru our conversations tryna figure out where i gave myself away lmao

1. is half correct—i’m a pretty good cook (if i do say so myself 💀) and i actually like washing dishes lol so that’s never stopped me—i am very chindi tho, so i reuse bartan all the time to minimise.

2. true!! i’m fully an extrovert and i have about 2-3 groups of solid friends from different periods of my life; 10/10 would recommend, esp girl gangs.

3. no but this is literally so on point?? i was a very well liked child but i also talked the heck out of everyone’s patience and i was always bouncing around to other classes + i’d exasperated many (including the principal) w my coloured hair & messy uniforms & general…rowdiness lol

4 & 5 are sadly incorrect :( i did take classes for almost everything as a child but i’m not great at any of it. and my fav class is and always has been english!! (until socio came & overtook)

6. beep! another winner!!! i have all sorts of scratches and cuts and scars bc i used to do so much stupid shit. i remember climbing this half-constructed structure once bc there were puppies somewhere inside and i rly wanted to see and ended up having this like. rebar rod thing fully slice into my forearm. u can still see the scar now, like over a decade later lol

and no yaar 😭😭 i like to think 7 is not me—i’m v accommodating and i try not to complain even when i rly wanna (growing up around whiny rich kids has instilled a fear in me to not be the same lol)

8 is very, very true. i take a lot of pride in being almost all my friends’ parents’ favorite; aunty whisperer is a v good name for it too bc grandparents love me ;) (and yes, i was also the one to corrupt almost every single of them. fun times)

u already know 9 is true lmao what can i even say

and 10–hmmmmmmmmmm i’ll give it a. 0.3. bc im a very. very staunch ‘grab whatever and put it on’ kinda gal which means i can (and have) live(d) off The Chair for months on end. it never looks terrible but yah. acceptable i’d say.

What do you think of me: HC edition

[nowoyas]

Edible Arrangements: Eleventh Bite: Doors

First - Prev - Next - Masterlist - Ao3

A/N: posted the last chapter and said “oh god oh fuck” and then immediately typed all this up lmao

Chapter Summary: You search for the missing book in Izuku's library. If anything else happens, you can't say.

Warnings: swearing as always, brief mentions of broken bones but nothing graphic, exactly one mention of stabbing

Word count: 2700+

"Hey." Hitoshi's shoulder rests casually against the wall, eyes focused sharply on the green-headed vampire sat a good few feet away. "Have you really never drank from their wrist?"

Izuku looks up, confusion written on his face. He's wary, on his guard when he realizes that your project partner is glaring daggers at him, with you nowhere in sight. "Huh?"

"You heard me. I don't have their quirk, so it's not like I can tell if you lie to me, but..."

"I... did something happen? Where's [name]?"

"They're waiting like I asked them to. I'll ask you straight out: did you enthrall them?"

Izuku pales. "What? You think someone enthralled them?"

"They've got bite marks on their wrist that they can't see. You're the closest vampire to them, and I obviously didn't do it."

"No, I've never drank from their wrist and I've never enthralled them. Other than their neck, the only other place I've ever tasted their blood from was when they cut their hand a week ago."

"I see. Well, sorry to bother you, then." Hitoshi turns to leave, casually, like he hasn't just dropped a bomb on Izuku.

Izuku's not having that. He stands, setting his work aside. "Wait. I want to take a look at them. Are they still in the library?"

Hitoshi shrugs and keeps walking. "Yeah. I get the feeling you're about to not like me very much, but whatever."

Izuku follows him up to the library, heart thrumming in his chest. When did you get enthralled? It can't have been recent, he doubts Tenya would have sat quietly if he knew you'd been enthralled, and he definitely wouldn't have let Izuku go without at least accusing him.

"Wait! But if it was recent, the fact that he was so adamant about getting [name] away from me would make a lot of sense... but then, why didn't he mention something to [name] or me about the possibility? Well, I guess I can't assume that he didn't mention the possibility to [name] at all, after all they had that huge fight last week, but—"

"I don't know what you're going on about, but is this 'he' the other vampire [name] mentioned knowing?"

Izuku nods as they enter the library, not speaking further in acknowledgement of the fact that you're sitting in the middle of the room and would know they're talking about you. Hitoshi, sensing this, snorts. "They're not going to remember this, so if you have anything else to say, say it. Does he seem like the type of vampire to enthrall them?"

Izuku raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean, they're 'not going to remember this'? How can you know that?"

In lieu of an answer, he nods towards your unmoving form. "Turn around."

You do so, almost robotically, and as you turn, Izuku's jaw drops as he sees your face, totally void of any expression. Eyes look at Hitoshi without seeing, dull and lifeless.

"Forget everything that's happened since I used my quirk on you today."

Unfocused eyes somehow focus even less as the words leave the violet vampire's mouth. Izuku barely restrains the growl in his throat, turning to Hitoshi with a distrustful look. "What the hell did you do to them?"

"Calm down, I didn’t do anything to them. I tried to see if I could use my quirk to lift the enthrallment. I could have tried to counter it, but somehow, I thought you'd be less happy if I bit them."

Ah. So he is another vampire. Izuku had had an idea of the fact, but the confirmation is useful. "Your quirk is...?"

"Brainwashing. If someone responds to a question I ask, they become like that and do whatever I tell them."

"R-really?" Izuku's eyes sparkle as he turns to Hitoshi. "That's so cool! Does it have a time limit?"

Hitoshi raises an eyebrow. "You went from looking like you were ready to kill me to praising my quirk. Yeah, definitely a weird one."

He blinks. "Wait, you're right, that's not important right now. More importantly..." He crosses the room to where you sit, motionless, and gently turns over your hands in your lap to inspect your wrists. "You're right. There is a bite mark there. I have no idea who put it there, though... Their other friend who's a vampire wouldn't be the type at all, based on when I met him."

"Hm." He looks at you as his footsteps slow. "Nod if you can use your quirk right now."

A single, short nod.

"Nod if he's lying."

Nothing.

"Okay. Forget that I ever mentioned bite marks on your wrist."

Izuku watches from up close as your pupils dilate, unblinking as your mind seems to do some sort of mental gymnastics to accommodate the order.

"Whether you want to tell them about the fact that they're enthralled is your door to open or leave closed," Hitoshi says to Izuku. "I think if knowing is going to make them distrust anyone, you'd be the most obvious target. Or at least, the most likely. They already don't really like me, and they're fighting with that other vampire right now, right?"

"Right. I... I don't think I'll tell them yet. At least, I should think about it first."

"I'm guessing that means you don't know how to deal with it, either, then?"

He shakes his head, hands lingering on your arms before he finally stands again. "As soon as I figured out how to enthrall people, I did everything I could to avoid it. I can't say I've ever had a reason to try to lift another vampire's enthrallment from someone before."

An aggravated sigh escapes him. "Didn't think so. I'll ask around, see if anyone I know has any ideas."

"Thank you. If I... if I decide to tell them, I'll ask if they want me to try reversing it on my own. In the meantime, I'll look into it, if I can."

Hitoshi nods. "Alright." He turns his eyes to you once again. "Turn back to the table and pick up your pen."

Izuku watches, a lump in his throat as you listen mindlessly. Hitoshi takes his seat across from you, then glances at Izuku. "They're gonna know something's up if I let them go and you're suddenly standing in their line of sight. At least stand behind them."

He nods, shifting until he's just out of your line of sight, and can no longer see your hollow expression. Moments later, you begin to look like you're breathing again.

"H-huh?" you squeak, pen slipping from your fingers as you rejoin the land of the living. "What were we..."

Izuku gently taps your shoulder from behind. "What do you want for dinner tonight?"

The squeal that rips from your lips is almost comical, and had you not dropped your pen moments before, Izuku's sure it'd be on the opposite end of the room by now. "How!?" you demand angrily when you see it's just him. "There is no way you entered the room and snuck up on me like that without making any noise, what the fuck?"

Your tirade is interrupted as Hitoshi tries and fails to stifle his laughter. "You really didn't notice?"

"No, he does this all the time 'Toshi, it's not fair! He's constantly sneaking up on me, I'm starting to think he does it on purpose!" You cross your arms and pout, glaring when Hitoshi only laughs.

"I mean, if I knew I could get away with making you squeal like that just by touching your shoulder, I'd definitely do it all the time."

"Stop making fun of me!"

"I'm not," he lies, closing his notebook.

You narrow your eyes in response. "Yeah, like I'm gonna believe that."

"I-I'm sorry?" Izuku apologizes meekly once he has the room to re-enter the conversation. Your glare softens when you look at him.

"You owe me."

He chuckles, ruffling your hair. "Anything you want."

"At least start announcing yourself when you enter the room or something, every time you do that I think I'm about to get stabbed again."

"R-right... I'll work on it."

"Thank you. Anyways, Hitoshi, we're good to call it a day on the project, right? I'll walk you out."

He bags his laptop and notebook with a nod. "Yeah. Thanks. And... Izuku, right? We got a lot done, so thanks for letting us use your library."

"Yeah, no problem!" Izuku waves as you walk the guy out, then finally sighs. It's about time to get started on dinner, he thinks—you'll be getting hungry soon.

~

When you return to the library, Izuku is nowhere in sight. Sighing, you set about your latest task: looking once again for that damn biography. You've probably got enough potential sources to work with, but the fact that you know where it should be and it's not there is what's bugging you. Izuku knew it had been removed from the shelf, so maybe he just put it back in the wrong place and was lying because he didn't want to admit that he forgot about your organization? Regardless, if this book is in the library, so help you, you're going to find it.

And so you get to work. Compared to the task of organizing the place, what's finding one book, anyway?

~

Alone in the kitchen, Izuku wonders.

How could he have missed something so clearly there on your wrist? The marks were obviously bite marks. They look almost identical to the ones resting among the freckles dusting his left shoulder, faded, visible but not quite scarred. If you weren't human (painfully so, he adds to himself in silence, eyes dark), he'd see them and think those were your marks from when you were sired. An easy place, an easy target. He'd be worried, even, because it's you. The wrist, after all, is difficult to really protect or hide.

But you're not a vampire.

You're a human, and you're in someone else's thrall.

(That fact hurts more than Izuku is ready to admit, for reasons he’s not sure he can put a name to just yet.)

But whose? 

No, but there's an option he overlooked. He knows, of course, that he didn't enthrall you—he'd remember if he did, and anyway, he'd never break your trust like that when you've given it so freely. He's sure there's been enough, will be enough occasions of your trust being broken. To be the one to break it... how could he live with himself? But if not him, then who? 

He knows of two vampires in close proximity to you (well, four, but he's not even sure you've met the other two, and anyway, neither seems like the type), but Tenya would never. He's too protective over you, like a father and his child more than a pair of friends. That's probably exactly why you ended up clashing in the end—no, not the end, there's still the chance for reconciliation once you figure out what to say to your friend—but nonetheless, Izuku simply can't see Tenya ever enthralling you. And for what purpose? Clearly it wasn't out of protection—if it was Tenya, and he was trying to protect you by putting you under his thrall, he'd have done something to get you to leave Izuku or stay away from vampires entirely. At least, going off of Tenya’s claims at the dinner party.

Of course, this is all assumptions made based on if your enthrallment was recent at all. It can't have been in the past week or so, given that the marks have already totally healed over, so it must have happened before your fight with Tenya. And putting that aside, he can't really recall noticing any changes in you recently. Not in how you act, not in any weird moments where you seem to not remember something you would have otherwise. You're just as you always are—hardworking, vulnerable, too kind for your own good (even if you're wont to tease him at the most inopportune times)—so either it’s a matter of being a very subtle enthrallment, or maybe it's not even recent at all. You could have been enthralled since before you ever met him, and he’d have no way to confirm the fact.

Gah, if only I'd gotten their friends' numbers when they were here! He could really use the insight right now. He's sure, if he can just figure out when you were enthralled, he could figure out the most likely perpetrator.

Unless...

It couldn't have been Hitoshi, could it? The vampire who'd come to work on the project with you. He was a little hard to read, but Izuku has no idea when you met him, and knows hardly anything about him. Being the one to discover your enthrallment would be a good cover, too... And Izuku has no reason to trust him. As for his motivations, that's anybody's guess, but—

Izuku's words die in his throat (his throat? had he been talking to himself again?) at a sound, just loud enough for him to hear from the floor beneath.

A shriek, and then a crash.

Lightning arcs like a heartbeat in Izuku's ears.

~

...Apparently, 'finding one book' really is just extremely difficult. After your first pass of the library with no sign of any books on the topic, you're starting to forget what you were even looking for. Still, you double back to make one final sweep in hopes of finding that book, or even anything like the book you're looking for. Some biographies, none on the subject of Toshinori Yagi or any actors. You’re starting to think he doesn’t even have any books on film in general, let alone the specific actor you’re looking for.

You furrow your brow as you systematically check the titles on the shelf you're searching, shifting your feet on the ladder. One of the spines isn't labelled—humming, you pull the book out to inspect its title.

Nope. Not it.

With a sigh, you go to re-shelve the book, leaning out to push it back in its place.

Two things happen.

In hindsight, they're clear in your head.

The missed step, the familiar drop in your stomach that comes when you realize you're falling, the way you feel moments before jerking awake from a half-asleep state. The hand clutching the book and pushing on something as your body follows the momentum created by your missed step, the shriek leaving your lips as you grab onto the side of the ladder.

The click click click as the bookshelf moves with your body, not even half as fast nor as far as you fall but twice as shocking, barely noticeable over the sound of you thudding against the floor hard until you realize that you've made the contact and your momentum is at an end. The fall’s over. The ladder clatters onto your legs, likely leaving bruises but breaking nothing.

Groaning, you open your eyes, looking with shock at the wall in front of you. 

As you crashed to the floor, the bookshelf definitely followed your movements. There's now a gap, about the width of a person or maybe a door, between the shelf you'd been rifling through and the one that had previously been flush beside it. And then, when you sit up and look around the corner of the shelf, a door, unassuming, looms over you.

Perhaps 'looms' isn't the right word. It's just a door, after all. No taller than any other door. No shorter, either. Flush with the wall, nothing to catch against the moving bookshelf that had hidden it or even to distinguish it from any other door. It's a banal thing, really. Just a normal, ordinary door. And beyond that?

Would there be a normal, ordinary room? Or something more, something suited to the hidden room in a house owned by a vampire?

Click click click goes the bookshelf as it shifts back into place. All at once, your pulse returns to you, breath coming steady as you watch the bookshelf slot neatly where it belongs. Your heart races, and then you can even feel it in your shoulder—th-thump, th-thump, th-thump—a steady stutter as you realize finally that you’re going to be in pain, are in pain, are lucky to have nothing broken, though really, it’s not that you’re all that sure of the fact, you should probably have someone look you over to be sure—

The library door opens, and in rushes a panicked Izuku. He must have heard your fall.

You leave the normal, ordinary door for another, more ordinary, day.

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[dingletragedy]

3, 4, 12, 15 and 21 💞

3. favourite line/scene you wrote this year?

woah what a question! i wrote so many words this year and i can hardly remember half of them lmao! 

but i remember being very proud of the cave scene in ocean blue:

Finally, they break through the treeline and stumble onto sand.

It’s a tiny cove of beach, just a thin strip of white-gold that’s bordered by cliffs on either side, rockpools stretching out to the water and meeting the waves, foam spraying. Ben drags him along the sand, already flicking his sandals off. Callum follows suit, and he barely notices the sting of hot grains on his soles, instead breathing out at the familiarity of it.

Ben stops them by the edge of the rockpools, just before the rock itself merges with the sand, and where the foam of the waves fizzles out to a dull trickle.

“Be careful,” he says, stepping up onto the rock. “Try not to step on the sharp bits, you’ll probably fall and crack your head open.”

“Oh, very reassuring,” Callum murmurs, almost slipping as fizzling seawater hisses over the gleaming rock. Ben holds onto him closely, and they start to tread out closer to the cliffs, where huge boulders of rock rest like tiny mountains, deep red and lined with cracks of blue where sea wind has sunk its claws in.

Before long, the seawater is lapping at their knees. Or rather, Callum’s knees and Ben’s waist. Ben drags him along quickly, and suddenly everything goes strangely dark, as they tread light feet into the entrance of a small cave.

Beneath them, the floor of the cave is dome-like, deep but still translucent blue, and Callum can see all the tiny details of it, the shadows of starfish and tiny crabs huddled close on the rocks, seaweeds and dark sponges that splay themselves out when the sun hits through the water.

It takes him a while to notice the etchings on the cave walls, the white scrapes that have been carved into the clay red, and he tilts his head up as he marvels at all the names that are engraved, that are part of this little tucked away place.  

Ben interlocks their fingers under the water, and they walk to the ledge of the rock and climb up, where the tide has dipped low enough for them to step carefully over the wet, exposed surface.

“I thought you said this place is a secret?” Callum says, reading over all the names, some faded, others fresher.

“It is,” Ben says. “Well, a local secret.”

The way Callum’s heart falls into his feet is a slow, gradual thing, a pull that turns his neck and the tips of his cheeks warm, that makes the wet air around them feel too hot. Ben just watches him for a moment, and then he steps forward slowly, eyes raking up the wall until he finds what he’s looking for, rolling up onto his tippy-toes and extending his arm up to point.

BEN MITCHELL.

It’s faded, worn down and almost lost against the rocks, but it’s there, large and bordered by tiny lines, almost like cartoon sunbeams. Just beside it, Callum sees JAY BROWN in an attempted cursive. He blinks up at them slowly, roams his gaze over the other names clustered there, the ones that are almost completely invisible, drawn over by someone else. Some he recognises, others he doesn’t, but there’s one, in particular, that stands out, brings Callum’s heart right back up and into his mouth.

PAUL COKER, it reads, directly below Ben’s name, accompanied with a tiny, wonky love heart.

“This place,” Ben starts, voice so soft that it’s almost lost under the distant swell, the muted lapping of the water behind them, “It means a lot to me. It’s where I first fell in love, I suppose.”

“Wow,” Callum breathes, and he tries to fully understand the scope of this, of Ben bringing him here, showing him this place he holds so close to his heart. He tries to understand how incredibly, intricately personal this is, and why Ben has let him see it. “It’s a beautiful place to fall in love.”

“Yeah,” Ben breathes, “it really is.”

“What was his name?” Callum asks, despite the fact he knows. But this is Ben’s story to tell, and he wants to give Ben every chance he gave Callum this morning.

“Paul,” Ben whispers, eyes wet with a sad smile as his finger brushes delicately over the caved name. He pushes his other hand along the tops of his thighs, curls his finger anxiously over his knee as he releases another long exhale. Callum stares, swallows thickly. He feels worlds away but like nothing could ever move him from this point in time.

“It was two summers ago, the best of my life,” Ben starts. Callum holds his breath against the intensity in his voice.

“Paul was special, Callum. So special, and his life was just taken from him as if he was nothing,” Ben continues quietly, wistfully, but his voice grows tight and panicked as he talks, eyes watering some more. Callum's heart spikes in his chest.

Darkness shadows across Ben’s face slowly, creeping in as his eyes grow dull, and he curls into himself again. He opens his mouth again, then snaps it shut, taking in a shuddery breath.

“You can stop if you want,” Callum whispers, gentle. “It’s okay.”

“Sorry, it’s just,” his eyes are misty again, “it’s hard to talk about him. But I want to. You—you opened up to me this morning, Callum, you told me your truths, and I think I owe you mine in return.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Ben,” Callum says. And he means it, more than anything.

“Maybe not,” Ben says. “But I want you to know every part of me, and this is the biggest.”

Callum gives Ben a soft, reassuring smile, and time, time to breathe, time to gather his thoughts and do this his way. The wind wisps its way into the cave, settles itself in Callum’s bones.

“Why don’t you start from the beginning, hey?” He says in the end, echoing Ben’s earlier words.

And Ben does, just as Callum had only hours earlier.

He tells Callum everything, from their first date, Ben running scared and hiding away for weeks, to their last moments, bright and brilliant until they weren’t, until they were broken down to splintering glass.  

Callum suddenly feels like the cave has shrunk down, like the walls are scraping against his skin and his shoulders are hunched in painfully, knees tucked up into his chest as he listens to Ben speak, the distant, detached way he’s running his palms over the rock. He wasn’t expecting to hear all this, and now he isn’t sure he wants to, isn’t sure he deserves these explanations, these stories that feel too personal and too deeply ingrained in history to be ripped into the present.

“That’s awful,” Callum makes an odd sound in the back of his throat. “Ben, I’m so sorry.”

“It was,” Ben nods slowly. His fingers are still tracing over the rock, following the natural rivets, tracing letters. “And there was a time I thought I weren't gonna get through it. Ever. But Jay saw me through, he’s been the best.”

“I’m glad you had Jay. And Paul, he—he sounds beautiful,” Callum whispers, Ben’s head rolling to loll on Callum’s shoulder. “I can feel his warmth in your stories.”

Ben’s face tucks further into Callum’s shoulder, and gradually, Callum lets his cheek rest atop Ben’s head, the two of them resting together, eyes wet, Ben silent as he breathes slow and measured. In the distance, Callum feels that oncoming wave again, can hear that warm fizzle, that buzzing in his fingertips.

“And I think he’d be proud of you, too,” Callum continues quietly, the words escaping before he can stop them, finds heat at his neck as he speaks. “The way you’re still going, that you keep coming back here. That you could have left and gave it all up, but you’re still here. Persevering, and not letting anybody tell you who to be, or what to feel. And you should know that I admire you for that, and I…I really like you, you make me feel like I have something to belong to, and to become.”

He finds Ben’s hand, rests his fingers in the gaps between Callum’s own.

Ben pulls away a little, facing Callum fully, and when Callum meets his eye carefully, he finds that Ben’s are shiny, full, brows pinched as he stares right back, something akin to a revelation passing over his features, something Callum feels in his chest when Ben blinks, lashes gone clumped.

“It’s been so long since I cared about anyone,” he says. “But I care about you, Callum. And that’s why I brought you here today.”

“I’m so happy you did, Ben,” Callum says, voice tight and eyes wet. “It’s beautiful.”

“This place, Secret Beach as it’s unoriginally known as now, it’s like the heart of our town,” Ben explains. “It’s hidden away and some of the locals don’t even know it exists, but that’s what makes it so special? And you deserve special, Callum.”

Callum stares at him, dumbfounded and flushed, almost shrinking under the intensity of Ben’s gaze, under the open and vulnerable wideness of his eyes, the earnestness of his shuddering chest, the refracting light on the water shimmering and dancing on his cheeks. Then Ben bends down, and he dislodges a small rock from the pool beside them, slippery and shining and sharp, and he loops his tan, calloused fingers around Callum’s wrist gently, places the rock in his palm and curls his fingers over the smoothness of it.

“Ben,” Callum breathes, staring down at the rock in his hand, at Ben’s fingers folding over his own.

“Go on,” Ben lifts his hands away, and he gestures his head towards the cave wall, towards years and years of traditions and secrets and heartache and grief. “Do it.”

“I can’t,” Callum says, and his voice is caught in his throat suddenly, overwhelmed and unsure of himself.

“I want you to,” Ben says, fiercely. “Really want you to.”

Callum just stares at him for so long, the rock in his palm seeming to weigh his hand down. He can’t help but feel that there’s something else here, something more that Ben isn’t saying, the most vulnerable and delicate parts of him are still hidden by that wall of glass, that Callum’s only just starting to crack through. Other things, though, have already shattered the glass completely, and it scares Callum somewhat, the thought that he’s managed to break down that barrier. It scares him because he doesn’t quite know what to do now that he’s smashed his way through.

Turning slowly, Callum runs his fingers over the damp wall, and finds a place to squeeze his name in, where there’s a smooth gap of deep red. Slowly, and carefully, he carves; CALLUM HIGHWAY, SUMMER ‘19, into the rock, fingers shaking as he scrapes the colour away and leaves white scratches, leaves his name imprinted here. It’s more than the lingering bruises on Ben’s neck, more than the borrowed grey hoodie on his back, more than the paint on Ben’s hands, than pencil marks and colour etched there.

It’s more than the Summer.

It’s a piece of him permanently etched here.

When he lowers the rock, there’s stuttered fuzziness to his heartbeat. Ben reaches for his wrist again, and he slowly pulls them back into the water, where it’s cool against their grazed knees, and they kiss slow, unhurried, wet lips, hair trailing rivets of water along their necks and shoulders.

Callum feels something shift between them, and he opens his mouth up wider, clings close, because he doesn’t ever want to let this go.

and ben and callum’s first kiss in weekend kings made me feel so much whilst writing it! 

Their mouths touch again, and it’s molten, soft and melty and cautious, Ben’s bottom lip caught wetly between Callum’s. Ben has to let out a shudder of a breath, toes curling up so hard it hurts as he starts to twist his fingers in Callum’s hair. Ben feels out of body, like he can register each touch and press, he can hear the rain tapping heavy fingers on the rooftop and the low buzz of the record player and the rasp of Callum’s breathing but it doesn’t feel real.

But it is real, so real. And it’s the most intimate moment of Ben’s life, standing in the dark, holding the warm body of this soft boy, kissing him, tender and so full of feeling.

It’s Callum who pulls away the next time, and when he doesn’t duck straight back in, Ben peels his eyes open slowly to look up at him, panics.

Callum’s chest is rising and falling noticeably, his eyes intense and gentle all at once, hooded but so open. They’re locked together for a beat, and time seems to stand still for them. All of a sudden, the rain is gone, and there’s just silence. It’s just him and Callum, standing on this invincible plane, bound together.

“How long?” Callum asks, their faces still pressed up close. He’s so warm, burning up under Ben’s touch.

“So long,” Ben answers honestly. “So fucking long.”

“I’m sorry,” Callum breathes past his lips, muffled by another kiss. “‘M so clueless. Is it too late? Please tell me it ain’t too late?”

“No,” Ben hushes him, tries to pull him closer again with a nudge to his hip, but Callum shakes his head lightly and just stares down at Callum “It ain’t too late. It couldn’t ever be too late.”

4. total number of words you wrote this year?

174,115 apparently 

15. something you learnt this year?

oh uh... that i write too much fic?

nah, joking, there's no such thing as too much fic!!!! i’m not sure if this counts exactly, but i think i’ve gotten a lot better at writing dialogue ... maybe! 

21. most memorable comment/review?

firslty, i literally remember all the comments people leave on my fics because it means so soooo much to me that people like my writing enough to leave a comment! and there’s been so absolutely gorgeous ones this year i couldn’t of ever imagined receiving! but any comment by the likes of @ballumory @eastendies @totallyradioactive15 always make me cry!!! 

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Does it annoy you when people make their default of them kissing someone? I don’t mind kissing photos or icons. But hmm, I can imagine being a little grossed out if it’s an image of them kissing with tongue or if it’s generally a little on the sloppy side.

Are there any names you can think of that just go well together? Well there’s...a lot of names in existence lmao, so there’s a lot of combinations out there that I like for sure. I just don’t rank them and I don’t have a name combination of choice just yet.

Do you enjoy museums? I’m obsessed with museums. In every single one of our family trips, my dad has always made sure to book at least one museum visit for me so I can return back home happy, hahaha. I also visit and revisit museums in my own time, and I’m open to going to any kind of museum whether it’s natural history, art, science, ancestral homes, etc.

Have you ever met anyone famous? One of my coworkers plays the drums for a local band that’s got a bit of a following, so it was definitely a shock when I first saw his name in our work group chat. Someone I used to be close friends with in the local wrestling community is now an actor/influencer and doing a billion gigs and photoshoots all day. We’re still mutuals so every now and then I’d comment on one of his posts and congratulate him on how far he’s come.

Describe the scariest dream you can remember? I never like it when someone I love is shot in my dreams. The scariest dream I had recently is probably the one where I watched three planes drop to the ground all at the same time and explode.

Have you ever been to a mint where they make money? Nopes. I think the BSP had been part of one of Nina’s field trips before, but my batch didn’t get to have the itinerary.

Do you ever get really, really hyper? Occasionally.

Are you left or right handed, or ambidextrous? Right-handed.

If ambidextrous, do you prefer writing with your right or left hand?

What is your favourite subject at school? Any history elective, biology, political science.

Do you ever use Yahoo! Answers? For seriousness or for trolling? I used to read both serious (when I have a legit question) and funny (when I was bored and just wanted to lurk on the site) items on it. These days, when I have a genuine question, Google usually pulls up a Quora link which I find has been more helpful than Yahoo! Answers ever was.

Have you ever stepped on a thumb tack? No, but my brother did when he was a baby and was first learning how to walk.

Do you have a username you use for everything? Or does it change each site? I use my first name + surname for more serious, professional websites. Then I have a go-to for everything else.

Are you in Miami bitch? :D No. Not really interested in going to Florida at all, to be honest.

How did you break the last bone you broke? I’ve never broken a bone.

Have you ever used Nexopia? Never used, never heard of it before.

What has been the best year of school for you so far? Junior year of both high school (2014-15) and college (2018-19) were really great for me. There was a string of good events that happened in both, and I was able to have a lot of fun, gain friends, and have a number of positive learning and growing-up experiences.

Do you have any disorders or disabilities? I’ve always worried that I have BPD, but from the time I started considering it until today I’ve only done self-diagnosis, so idk. There’s definitely a lot more to unpack when it comes to me, mentally and psychologically. 

Do you ever watch How To videos? Not really. How It’s Made videos are fun to watch though.

Do you enjoy trolling? It doesn’t even sound fun.

Have you ever been to an emergency room? If so, what for? Never been.

Which emoticon face do you use most often? Things like: :) :( :D :P :L D: Most of the time I’ll use the open- and closed-mouth smileys. I use the sad face as well, and occasionally I’ll pull out the :3 and :/ emoticons.

Are you a musical sort of person? I mean, are you musically talented? Yeah, not at all. I can’t sing, read music, nor play any instrument.

How did you break the first phone you broke? So my mom hooked my first phone to a lanyard that I was made to wear as it was the surest way I wouldn’t be able to lose it (I was 7, which really should not be an age for kids to receive their first phones lol). One day I was being a little more rambunctious than usual, and while moving around the hook to the lanyard suddenly came off, and the phone crashed to the ground. It messed up the screen a bit and the hook also got a little fucked from there; eventually the phone came off during my 1st grade field trip and I never realized, and I lost the phone.

Did you have a tree house when you were a kid? If so, did you ever fall from it? We did not have a treehouse. My grandpa surely would’ve been the type to make one for his grandkids as he’s great at building stuff and working with wood, but it just wasn’t plausible considering most trees here are crawling with fire ants and other weird and potentially dangerous insects.

Have you ever been on vacation to a snow field? I don’t know what that is but I’ll go ahead and say no as I’ve never seen snow anyway.

When you go on vacation, what mode of transport do you usually use? We take road trips most of the time because my dad likes to drive. But if it’s gonna be on another island in the country, like Palawan or Batanes, then we obviously have to take a plane.

What is the worst show, in your opinion on MTV? The best? I don’t care for any shows on MTV and I typically think most of them look like they suck. The few ones I’ve seen, like Teen Wolf and Scream, certainly didn’t help.

Do you like Jason Derϋlo? Eh, some of his hit songs are catchy but I’m not a fan fan.

Are there any movies that just creep you out so much? Aside from everything about it being creepy, Eraserhead is just so depressing to watch. Midsommar is also a freaky film.

Have you ever had a close encounter with a shark? I don’t think so.

Do you have any hotties on your walls? I have a poster of Nam Joo Hyuk that Angela got me when she went to South Korea, but he’s more cute than hot to me tbh.

Do you ever wish dinosaurs came back to life and there were cute and snuggly? Not really. But it would’ve been interesting to see how they would look like in real life, and know their temperament and things like that.

How many countries have you been to? Aside from having been around my own, 6.

How many states have you been to? In all the countries you’ve been to? We stayed in one city/state for each country I’ve gone to - Bali, Singapore, Johor, Shanghai, Jeju, and Fukuoka.

What is a song you heard long before it became popular and everyone liked it? Idk about songs, but this was me with The Crown lol.

Do you enjoy designing things? Anything? Not my thing at all. This is more of Nina’s specialty. Girl can make anything look pretty.

Do you know anyone who has gotten themselves into a serious accident? Yeah. Off the top of my head, I remember my aunt getting involved in a hit-and-run with a motorcycle and needing to get a number of stitches on her head. My cousin Joelle also got into a bad car accident a few Christmases ago that totally wrecked her vehicle.

Can you play anything on the violin? Nope, I never learned how to play. It’s one of my favorite instruments though.

Do you know what a raincheck at stores is? Never heard of that. I’ve heard some people say “I’m gonna have to take a rain check” whenever they abruptly have to bail on a plan at the last minute, but I think you’re talking of a different raincheck here.

Whose funeral was the last you went to? Nacho’s wake. Never been to a funeral.

Who got married at the last funeral you went to? That’s pretty fucked up.

What do you think of excessively long names? What about their shortenings? I don’t have an opinion on either.

Do you ever get hay fever? No.

Do you know anyone with the last name Pilbeam? Never heard of that surname before.

When you were little, did you have those magnet letters on your fridge? We may have had those? I’m not sure. I haven’t seen the fridge I grew up with for a while now. I do know Athenna had those magnet poetry phases on her family’s fridge and we used to try to make poems with them.

Have you seen the Techno Jeep video on YouTube? I have not, and it doesn’t sound familiar.

Does your house have a wood fire? No.

Do you know what a Pibgorn is? I don’t think so. I can’t recognize the term.

Can you learn the lyrics of a song by ear, or do you have to search them up? It’s 50/50 for me. Sometimes it’ll be easy for me to recognize the lyrics, and other times it’s incredibly difficult.

Do you like the name Amy? It’s a pretty name. I’d consider it as a second or third name.

Have you ever got an x-ray? How about a brain scan? Just an x-ray.

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October 25: 1x20 Court Martial

Now that Chopped is done I am free to watch TOS again. Today’s ep: Court Martial, a wonderful combination of two of my favorite things: Captain Kirk and Legal Stuff.

Look at that backdrop. I forgot how many Very 50′s backgrounds they had in this show.

The Intrepid is here for repairs! Such a lost opportunity to show more Vulcans in Starfleet.

I don’t entirely get why the Commodore has his own special transport pad. I guess it must allow him to beam himself places without the use of a ship but like... to where is he beaming?

Lol that absolutely terrible sailor suit outfit on the little girl. I can only assume it’s a school uniform as it’s the only thing she ever wears.

Can you believe how this whole episode is based, essentially, around allegedly broken regulations? I mean I know it’s more than that and they do a good job explaining why it’s bad to eject the pod early (”when there is no emergency”) but like, essentially, the underlying conditions of emergency are not in Kirk’s control. It’s possible to just skip officially calling the emergency while nevertheless acting in a way that is appropriate for an emergency, and so it comes down to “did he first declare the emergency officially and then act in accordance with the declared emergency or did he just skip the first step?” rather than “did he act too quickly?” since HE was the one who determined if the conditions warranted an emergency.

Having said all that I still don’t get what an ion pod is or where it was or why it had to be ejected at all. Or how Finney got out of the pod if it was ejected.

Vulcanian expedition?!?

Kirk’s default voice is just flirty; I’m sorry but it is. Even talking to his old school classmates, who are VERY quick to judge him harshly and hate on him, implying they were probably never friends, he’s All Charm by default. And he doesn’t drop the charm even when he starts politely fighting with them.

Bones using Jim to flirt--with Jim’s ex-girlfriend! “Did you see that guy over there, he’s pretty famous, and we’re friends!”

I love Areel Shaw and I’m just gonna say I think she’s my favorite Kirk girlfriend.

Charged with culpable negligence. As opposed to...not culpable negligence?

When he was a midshipman...

What’s with all these professor & student friendships??

I cannot believe part of the Finney & Kirk backstory is that he literally named his daughter after Kirk. Like that’s so intense! I feel like it kind of changes everything but I can’t entirely untangle how.

This “I can’t believe you filed a report about my error” backstory is literally the beginning of STID except Kirk is the Spock of this scenario.

Star Trek: Law and Order. Bum bum.

This whole idea of pitting Kirk against a computer is clever in that people to this day are like “but computers are infallible?” but also dumb because Kirk >>> Computer obviously.

Having drinks with the ex and he turns the charm up to 11.

All of this is wildly unethical, from her telling him about the prosecution’s case, to her BEING the prosecution.

I actually read an article recently about this isn’t, or shouldn’t be, her job as prosecutor, to drum him out of the service in disgrace. Her job should be to find the truth in a more neutral way.

Wtf are all these totally useless federal reporters doing here?

I’m a pro-book person but this is a HILARIOUS anti-computer speech. Like--the law is in the computer dude! It is! It’s the same law as in the books. Intergalactic Westlaw is available to you. And then he goes off on this weird rant about Moses, like--dude, Moses isn’t in the reporters OR Westlaw OR whatever Starfleet code is actually at issue here.

Kirk likes him though.

Shaw in the dress uniform with the long skirt hot damn.

Not even the computer can pronounce Spock’s full name. And he’s been demoted again.

Vulcanian Scientific Legion of Honor.

Spock isn’t having any of this. “I don’t dispute it. I just... actually I do dispute it because it’s nonsense.”

His entire testimony is the equivalent of “You don’t have all the facts.” / “Which are?” / “I love him.”

The defense doesn’t need to question him because he’s already testified for the defense.

This is such a hilarious use of McCoy. For the first time ever we’re told he’s actually a psychologist on top of being a surgeon and GP and then his whole testimony isn’t even really medical? It’s just like wild speculation, which being a doctor and an “expert in psychology” somehow qualifies him to provide?

I love how Kirk’s service record just goes on and on and on. Areel doesn’t do herself any favors objecting to it; that just draws attention to it. As the defense lawyer knows by insisting it continuing and then cutting it off for being comically long.

Kirk: “I can be level-headed in an emergency. This wasn’t my first rodeo.”

This chair design is SO BAD. I know it needs to be like this for the plot but omg putting the pod release button on the chair at all (like does the captain have to jettison pods a lot?) and then especially directly under the red alert button, and then putting both of them just out there without any kind of cover or anything--that’s just waiting for someone to lean on his chair arm and make a deadly mistake.

Also nothing else is even labeled lmao.

This is a very impressive deep fake.

This whole ion storm does not really seem like a scary emergency situation lol. It seems like Kirk and everyone else are basically keeping their heads.

“You may be able to beat your next Captain at chess” Kirk as chess master confirmed.

“I didn’t realize how close you and my father were even though I was literally named after you.”

Obligatory Bones accuses Spock of not caring about Jim scene.

“Why thank you, Doctor, my blood is very cold.”

I can’t believe Spock programmed the computer to play chess with him. Probably so he could practice for Jim.

The lawyer’s outfit is hilarious: little pocket for a pen in front. Is he... a civilian lawyer? Is that even allowed?

Here is talking about the Bible again. And the Magna Carta. First, it’s always funny when a bunch of real things are followed by some fake science fiction things. And second, he’s pretty obviously just talking about the Constitution, and like maybe a very tiny bit about the Magna Carta. There’s no right to counsel in the Bible.

Really glad to know the Martians care about the right to an attorney though. And that the Alpha 3 Colonies protect the right of confrontation.

I bet Spock is unimpressed with this Drama.

Why did they change out of their dress uniforms?

How convenient that Finney was one of only three people who could change the computer. I mean I guess this is a permissions thing--but why would the records officer have that? Not that I know what a records officer is.

“White noise device” you can’t fool me, that’s a microphone.

Also another hilarious use of McCoy. Do they really NEED the ship’s surgeon to put a microphone against people’s chests? “Don’t mind me, just stealing your heartbeats.”

Like the general concept of this is nifty story telling but some of the details are....uh.... funny.

Captain’s log: “We brought a young girl onto the ship even when it’s in a dangerous position so we could use her against her father.”

Finney really was playing the looooooong game of revenge lol. And yet it still doesn’t seem well thought out. What was the next part of his plan? Somehow get back OFF the ship once Kirk’s career is ruined, and then live the rest of his life under an assumed name? Never seeing his daughter again? No Starfleet career even though it’s allegedly so important to him? Seems a little bit like everyone loses.

Lol not letting Spock leave the bridge because the court martial’s not ever. “Sorry, we all might die, but court IS still in session.” Even though they ALREADY KNOW the alleged victim is still alive!

I love that Uhura is essential personnel. They didn’t keep the navigator on board, even though they apparently need one, but they did keep Uhura.

Oh no, Kirk’s flimsy shirt, falling apart again!

“Beaten and sobbing, Finney told me how to fix the ship.” Bitter much?

Kirk, being a badass, fixing the ship all by himself.

Honestly I just really love a narrative in which an upright man plays by the rules, does the right thing, and behaves in good faith and is ultimately vindicated and rewarded.

Now everyone agrees there’s no crime and thus no point to continuing the court-martial.

He’s defending Ben Finney! Good luck with that.

I love how Kirk’s face goes from full-on-romance to slightly-embarrassed-serious-Captain as soon as he remembers, hey, I really AM on the bridge!

“She’s a very good lawyer.” / “Obviously.”

This was such a good Kirk episode, both for showing off all his good qualities, and for getting some interesting insight into his character. He strikes me as the kind of person who, because he’s so by-the-book, and because he’s smart and successful, inspires jealousy in other people, and thus has a lot of strained acquaintanceships--like with the other men at the bar. But he also has these really, really strong friendships and relationships: Areel Shaw, Spock and McCoy, and even Finney. I feel like he’s probably rather awkward with most people, but then when the relationship is established, he’s ride or die. And, he doesn’t hold grudges. I don’t think he really knew how upset Finney was about what happened literally 10+ years ago--especially if he had any say at all about Finney serving on his ship, and I suspect he could have at least vetoed him. And even after Finney tried to disgrace him and then actually kill him, he still didn’t seem to upset about it, or about his lawyer turning around and defending Finney.

I think Kirk likes the military in part because it gives him this very strict set of rules about interacting with other people, so he doesn’t have to make up his own. I bet the intensity of the service also allows him to form these stronger relationships, which do seem to suit him better. And when he doesn’t have anything else to fall back on, he INVARIABLY pulls out the charm: he does it with old classmates, random 21st century pilots, immortal teenage girls, and actual love interests. It’s his default mode. I think that makes sense for someone who’s very ambitious, very precise, very nerdy, very rules-oriented, and whose default mode as a young man, by his own admission, was “grim.”

Wow it is so much later than anticipated... I need to get to sleep!

Next ep is Return of the Archons, which I’ve only seen once and don’t remember super well. I think it’s a ‘society ruled by computers’ thing, which is fine. Maybe not as much of a classic as some other S1 eps, but it should be fun anyway.

[youngjaelook]

Periwinkle

author’s note  — here’s yet another request for u guys!! shout-out to the anon that requested this imagine, thank uu and ilyyy <333 #UNEDITED!

summary  — Periwinkle is the color that reminds you of an old flame you can’t seem to forget. 

warnings  — mention of abortion, slight angst & language ofc lmao whats new?

word count  — 2.1K

Periwinkle is her favorite color.

Sometimes, on days like this, when the snow is crisp underneath your feet and the air is biting and cold, she tells you that she wishes her eyes were the color periwinkle.

It makes your heart twist, not because she looks agonizingly cute as she peers up at you through long, thick lashes, but because it reminds you a lot of her father.

Yugyeom used to tell you that his favorite color was periwinkle, too. Before you'd drift off into slumber, he would pull you flush against his chest, mumbling to you about how periwinkle makes him feel at ease, like he's at home.

Sometimes, when you're alone in bed, on top of unmade, cold cotton sheets, you wonder if he still means it. If he still wears that favorite, periwinkle scarf of his and thinks of you.

You're too lost in your own thoughts, drowning out the world around you as your head spins in the past, to even notice that your daughter was no longer beside you.

Your frame stills as panic sets in.

"Sunhwa?" Perhaps it was the freezing temperature, or the fear in your bones that makes your voice tremble.

You look left to right, twirling in a circle as you scan the entire place.

You're cursing to yourself. It's at least 2 degrees Celsius right now, and she had forgotten to put her gloves on today.

"Fuck!" You scramble to the direction of the playground, praying that's where she might be.

You search under slides, peek up at the playhouses and check the swing sets, even the porter potty, but she isn't there.

You don't realize it, but you're crying as you look for her; the overwhelming feeling of dread takes shelter in your chest, slumping your shoulders and making your heart race.

Fifteen minutes passed, your legs are burning and your head is spinning, still no sight of her.

You're on the verge of having a mental break down by the Han river. Your hair has slipped out of it's braid, flying astray as the wind blew hard. You could only imagine how cold she must be right now, and the thought only makes you cry harder.

You fish for your phone in your pocket, dialing Jaehyung to come help you out, but there's a voice that calls out to you before you can hit call. "Aeomma!"

Peering behind your shoulder, you nearly dropped your phone as you practically sprinted to your little girl with open arms.

"Oh my god," you sniffle into her hair, holding onto her so tightly, she nearly chokes for air. Handle your kids with care, people.

She pulls away, much to your dismay, though you're still just so happy to have her back in your embrace. You feel stupid as you see her flushed cheeks, and bare hands with hot packs in them — wait, what?

"Where'd you get these, cheonsa?" You ask.

Sunhwa is only three, nearly four, so her vocabulary isn't the best and she's still got that baby lisp when she talks, which you think is adorable, by the way.

She looks behind her, though your eyes still stays fixed on her small face. "Oppa!" Then your gaze lifts and it's like time stands still, and the blood in your veins turn ice cold much like the weather.

Yugyeom blinks twice at you, like a deer caught in headlights.

"Y/N?" He sounds breathless as if the sight of you knocked all the wind of out his lungs.

You don't know how to respond. Your mouth runs dry, and your knees are ready to give up on you as they buckle and tremble beneath you.

The flesh of his neck is exposed to you, splotches of red running along the expanse of his throat due to the cold. You wonder why he isn't wearing a scarf, until you glance at your daughter and sees that she's wearing a periwinkle scarf much like the one Yugyeom loves so much.

"Aeomma, look too! Oppa gave me periwinkle."

You swallow thickly and muster a small smile.

The only thing you can hear is the thrumming of your heart as you stand up straight. "Yugyeom, it's uhm — it's nice to see you again."

Yugyeom wants to think you're joking as you say this. "You — I just," he struggles to form his thoughts in his words, choking slightly on his own spit as he does so. "That's all you can say, after all these years?"

You straighten your posture, running your hands down your thighs in order to calm yourself, though it doesn't seem like it's working.

"What is there to say?"

Yugyeom notes that you're still stubborn, never giving in and always standing your ground; it's trait that he's learned to love and hate at the same time.

Yugyeom frowns and shakes his head, deciding to let it go. "Okay," he shuffles awkwardly before spotting the beaming girl that clings to your leg, his favorite scarf still bundled around her neck, well most around her shoulders because it's too big for her.

Then the question that plagued his mind the moment Sunhwa yelled out the words "Aeomma!" rolled off his tongue, "Is this your daughter?"

Yugyeom knows it's been years since the two of you had last seen each other, and it shouldn't hurt him to know that you've clearly moved on.

At that moment, you wished you and Sunhwa had stayed home, and binge watched Disney movies instead. You regretted ever stepping foot outside today.

When you're quiet, Yugyeom clears his throat and apologizes. "Sorry, I just thought — since Sunhwa called you aeomma, I just thought you were her —"

You don't know what comes over you; maybe it's the guilt, or the memories of nights spent taking care of Sunhwa alone, that prompts you to interrupt him.

"How long has it been since we've broken up, Yugyeom?" Your question takes him off guard for a split second. He's eyeing your face, slightly confused and surprised.

He shoves his hands into his pockets. "Five? Three years, maybe?"

Perhaps it's the cold wind that's blowing on your eyes that makes you start tearing up. "No," you pause to take Sunhwa's hand in yours. "it's been nearly four years now."

Yugyeom is still oblivious to what you're implying, eyes squinted and eyebrows furrowed together, as he ponders over your words.

"Are you alright?" He asks when he notices your tears slip down your cheeks.

You feel embarrassed for crying in front of him, for the public to see, but you're guilty, ashamed for running away from him, for depriving Sunhwa from knowing her father.

"Sunhwa's three, turning four next month."

It takes only a brief moment for Yugyeom to put the pieces together like a puzzles.

He can't move, frozen in his place as he stares at you in shock.

Sunhwa is clueless to what is happening, her gaze flickering back and forth between you and the kind stranger from earlier.

She remembers seeing a flash of pale blue in the corner of her eye, immediately catching her attention. She had slipped her hand away from your grip, and when you don't reprimand her, she continues to follow the pretty blur of periwinkle.

The man is tall, she muses. So she tugs on his jeans instead of his sweater because she knows she's tiny and can't reach that high.

Yugyeom is surprised to see a little girl standing before him, eyes bright and familiar. He bends down to her level and smiles, but she isn't interested in making small talk with him, instead she's straight to the point about what she wants — his scarf.

"Are you lost?" She blinks at him, not responding. Yugyeom thinks she's too young to understand, so he just takes her hands, which seem to be too cold so he pulls out the spare hot packs from his coat and puts it in her hands, and walks around with her until they find her parents.

To anyone from the outside looking in, people would think that the little girl looks adorable next to her father. They look a lot like each other; same nose, lips.

Sunhwa peers up at you. "Aeomma, no — don't cry!" Her lower lip quivers at the sight of your tears, prompting tears of her own to prick the corners of her eyes.

You gather her in your arms. "Sunhwa," you sniffle. "aeomma is sorry."

Yugyeom watches in silence, too afraid to speak himself.

Sunhwa plays with your hair as she pulls away. "Why?" She asks, softly.

You shake your head and motion to Yugyeom with your head. "Aeomma is sorry for not telling you that you had an appa for so long."

She turns to look at Yugyeom with those same bright eyes, now glassy because of her tears of empathy. "Appa?"

Yugyeom's heart flutters and his head spins.

He nods tentatively, still evidently shocked by your revelation earlier, but smiles at her nonetheless.

You set her down, watching in awe as she walks hesitantly into his arms. He holds her flushed against his chest, can't help himself as he cries a little when she nuzzles closer to him.

He thinks he's complete.

All the resentment he's held against you for leaving him is thrown out the window with his daughter slotted in between his arms.

The day is nearly over when you find yourself in your small apartment. Sunhwa's asleep on your bed, curled up against soft sheets and lavender pillows.

Yugyeom is there, too. He's leaning against the kitchen island, a cup of warm chocolate in his hand as he stares thoughtfully at the marble countertops.

You're on the opposite side of the room, the small of your back pressed against the sink as you stand in the thick silence.

You know he's thinking about why you hadn't told him before, so you speak first.

"I want to say I'm sorry for never telling you — I know it's a little too late for apologies, but I just want to let you know that I didn't do it to hurt you, Yugyeom." He doesn't say anything, though he nods slowly.

A silence falls between you two once again, this time more suffocating than ever.

He's still staring at the countertops, and you take this opportunity to study his features — he looks older now, a lot more refined. He still looks beautiful, you think to yourself.

"You left me the moment you found out you were pregnant, right?"

You slumped your shoulders. "Was it because you thought I wouldn't be a good enough father?"

"No, of course not, Yugyeom —" you stop yourself, pausing to set your mug down in case you're hands go limp and you'd drop it.

"JYP-ssi didn't even know that you and I were dating. Imagine if he found out you had gotten your secret girlfriend pregnant, he'd have your head, or maybe even kick you out of the group. I didn't, I didn't want that to happen to you."

Apart of your theory was partially right, JYP would probably start screaming his head off at Yugyeom, but he wouldn't kick Yugyeom out of the group.

"Thats it?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at Yugyeom. "Unfortunately not." You sigh. "I had told my mother a few days after I took the test, she uhm —" You blinked back your tears.

"She told me to just abort it, that way I could still stay with you and not have to run away." You bite your lip to keep you from sobbing. "I swear, I thought I was going crazy because I considered it —" You feel ashamed admitting all of this.

"I didn't go through with it, I just couldn't so I left you instead. I went through those nine months all by myself. I made a deal with myself that I’d give her away after giving birth, but I couldn't do it." You looked up at him to see that he was crying as well.

"I looked at her and I instantly felt magnetized. It was like love at first sight, touch — call it anything you want, but I've never fallen in love that fast, not even with you."

Yugyeom wipes away his tears. "I'm sorry you missed all of that, Yugyeom." You murmur.

Yugyeom rounds the kitchen island, stopping right in front of you, his hands reaching out to touch the underside of your jaw soothingly.

His breath is all you feel against your cheeks, and it's taking so much in you not to lean in to kiss him. You missed this, you missed being this close to him, basking in his warmth and presence. 

You missed him. 

"It's not too late, is it?" He whispers.

Your eyes flutter close as you inch closer, lips brushing against one another. "No, it's not."

[jamesniall]

Hey I’m not the anon that u talked about but I follow u on twitter and wanna let u know that don’t worry!!!! That happened to me a few days ago too djdnxjsn. Are you posting today?

ahhh HI OMG thank u for understanding :’)

IT WAS SO FRUSTRATING bc i got it all written but there’s lil things to edit and words to change a bit but it was basically done and then the power went out and refused to come back for 7 hours :/

as soon as it came back i got to it but im sleeeeepy and i have a family thing tomorrow morning (basically today wow it’s 4 am) so i can’t post it until the afternoon :( BUT YES TODAY IT’LL BE POSTED FINALLY. NOTHING WILL STOP ME FROM POSTING IT TODAY.

if u want, and for the other super patient and lovely anon as well, here’s a lil preview of it; the first out of the 5 + 1 things of this fic!

(as i said, it still needs to be proof read again so if u find mistakes pls pretend u didnt, im gonna get to them tomorrow sdkfhds but yeah there u have 1,5k of this monster of a fic that took over 2 months of my life lmao what started as a lil hurt/comfort fic ended up in a 18k monster of developing relationship hurt/comfort and angst with a cHEESY ending wow)

Having the night shift at the E.R onFriday nights it’s always a chore. Harry always tries his best to change itwith one of his colleagues, even if he has to take Monday’s morning shift whereeveryone comes with the silliest symptoms to get some excuse to get out oftheir jobs for a couple days.

This time, however, Liam has a familything he can’t get out of and Harry has to cover the night shift.

It goes as he expected it.

Drunk college students with alcoholpoisoning are the most common gig of the night, followed by guys withconcussions and broken noses that can only be attributed to bar fights.

It’s around 10 pm when he’s making a roundthrough the new arrivals when he sees a guy sitting in the waiting room withwhat seems to be a scarf wrapped around his left arm and a guitar tightlyclutched in his right hand.

He looks downright miserable. Soaked tothe bone – though Harry doesn’t recall it raining when he started his shift –hair plastered to his forehead and a bruise in his right cheek that he can tellit’s gonna swell and hurt as fuck tomorrow morning.

He takes a look around the room andfigures he’s the most interesting case he can get out of the night.

“Hello there, I’m Doctor Styles. Did thenurse give you the triage paper?” He asks, looking down at the brown hairedguy, who startles at his voice.

“Oh, hi, yes, uh,” he searches around hispockets for a bit, hissing when he disturbs his homemade bandage, Harry doesn’tknow if he’s hiding a broken, burnt or cut arm, but he’s sure the scarf it’snot wrapped up properly for none of those situations.

He finally finds a yellow crumbled uppaper in the pocket of his jeans, “thought the red papers got attention first.”He says, looking up to Harry and handing him the paper.

“Yeah, Friday nights are usually full ofyellow ones, though.” Harry says, scanning the paper quickly and seeing Niall J. Horan, 25 year old male, reportedbar fight, probable broken wrist, no signs of concussion, vitals on order, pain8/10. “How’s your pain right now?”

“Out of ten? It’s been simmering between 8and 9 for the last hour,” Niall replies with a shrug. “Nurse told me x-rayswere necessary but that I’d have to leave my guitar outside,” he continues, “Irefused, because have you seen the people around this place? They’re all drunk.No way I’m leaving it out here only to find it broken, so if you can tell mewhat to do or what to take for the pain I’d appreciate it so I can go home.”

“You could have a broken wrist, judging bythe pain I’m pretty sure that’s the case, isn’t getting the x-ray moreimportant than a guitar?” Harry asks, an amused smile making his way through asNiall splutters and shakes his head.

“’Course it’s more important, she’s one ofa kind. Actually my arm might be broken because I fell out of the stage toprotect her.” He states. A stubborn frown taking over his face.

“Alright,” Harry nods, “You can leave itin my office while we do x-rays and get you proper treatment. That way both ofyou will be safe.”

“Really?” Niall asks, “Hey, thank youmate! I hope it’s not a bother.”

“None at all, just follow me and we’ll getit done quick enough.”

-

Half an hour later Niall’s sitting in astretcher as Harry wraps up his broken wrist properly. His guitar restingbeside him. “I cannot help but ask, what did you mean you fell out of a stageto save your guitar?”

“Oh,” he laughs, “well, you see, I play inthis bar on Friday nights, to help a bit with the bills, you know? Being ajust-graduated-nutritionist doesn’t give you much, so I was there, justchilling, getting ready to finish the set, when a bunch of assholes startedfighting, throwing punches and chairs and tables went flying. My guitar was inthe direct line of fire.” He says, pausing a bit to swallow harshly as Harrymoves his arm to check the blood flow is alright and the bandages are justtight enough. “So I try to yell at ‘em to be careful but just as I was about toreach the guitar and leave a guy was pushed over, I can only guess he was deaddrunk, because he didn’t even try to slow down the fall, and I could only seehis ass was for sure gonna land on my guitar, so I jumped head first to grab itand he fell on me, I fell on the corner of the stage, thus the bruising.”

“Is that why you told the nurse the reasonof all this was a bar fight?”

“Well, technically it all started with abar fight, but as I was about to explain it all she just went and rolled hiseyes and gave me a yellow paper.” Niall says, a sour look on his face, “realrude of her, you know.”

“Yeah, you’ll have to forgive her,” Harrysays with a small smile, “we don’t get much of anything other than bar fightson Friday nights.” He continues, handing Niall a sheet of paper with hisprescribed pain medication.

“Do I have to come for you to take a lookat it again? Like, remove the bandage or something?” Niall asks, looking a bitforlornly at the piece of paper.

“Oh, yeah but not here, exactly. You cancall this number,” he says, handing Niall a small card that just says Liam Payne and two phone numbers. “He’sthe best orthopedist you’ll ever find in this hospital. He’ll do an x-ray,check everything’s alright and in about 4 weeks you’ll be bandages free.” Hefinishes, smiling despite the fact that Niall looks kind of sad. Disappointedeven. “He really is the best, you’ve got nothing to be scared of, he’ll takegood care of you.”

“Not as good as you,” Niall mutters underhis breath as Harry turns his back on him to open the curtain that wasseparating them from the rest of the E.R.

“What was that?” Harry asks.

“Oh, nothing, just. Thinking out loudabout whether I should try to find a bus or just walk home.”

“I can call you a cab if you’d like.”Harry offers. Helping Niall gather his guitar, papers and card without losinganything.

“No, that’s alright. I left my jacket atthe bar so I have no change with me, just my very loyal Oyster card and twowell-functioning legs.”

“It’s really late, Niall, really. I canlend you some, it’s no trouble.” Harry says, searching in his pockets for hiswallet, “I’d be no good of me as a doctor if I fix you up only to let you walkhome at two in the morning. Cab is the safest option.”

“Also the most expensive,” Niall remarks,“we’re in an alright neighborhood and I live like half an hour from here, it’llbe alright.” Then, with a bit more of spark in his eyes, he says; “If you wantyou can give me your number and I can text you as soon as I get home.”

Harry seemed too busy looking into hiswallet to notice, though, “Here, just a couple of bucks. Just in case youdecide your house’s too far and you’re too tired or cold to keep walking.” Hesays, handing Niall a couple of folded bills. “Or in case you have nothing inyour Oyster card. Can’t never be too safe.”

He’s just finished talking when a beepcomes from his pocket. Eyes opening wide when he sees a red alert from hispager.

“Well, look at that. You can have a couplered cases on Friday nights too.” Harry says, shaking his head, “Have a niceevening. Don’t forget to pick up your meds tomorrow morning. What I just gaveyou we’ll be enough for the night but it might get really achey if you movearound a lot.” Harry says, walking fast towards the nurses’ station. “No guitarplaying, for at least a week, let you hand heal nicely. If there’s moreswelling, your fingers get really cold, dark or you can’t feel them or there’sany fever at all, please come back to the E.R immediately.” Harry says in arush as he checks the new triage papers. “Any questions?”

“Thank you.” Says Niall. “Really, you werethe nicest doctor I’ve ever met and I promise when I come back for that check-upI’ll hunt you down and pay you back.”

“No need,” Harry replies with a smile,“I’ve got to run. Have a safe trip home!”

And with that he leaves, back towards theentrance of the E.R where an ambulance is pulling in someone in a really bloodystretcher.

With a shudder, Niall turns to leave, notbefore looking back at Harry for the last time and saying to himself, “nexttime I’ll get his number.”

[biancas8thsea-blog]

I thought this would be nice for the people remember my old blog

1: Name

Alex

2: Age

532 this year! :D

3: 3 Fears

SPIDERS, heartbreak, and homophobia (homophobiaphobic?????)

4: 3 things I love

Water, peace of mind, and acceptance 

5: 4 turns on

I’m asexual so let me just---

I find it really cute when people talk about what they love, are open, are very active, and smile a lot

6: 4 turns off

Still asexual~

I hate liars, disrespectful people, casanovas, and cringey people

7: My best friend

They hate me, so it would be wrong to tag them

8: Sexual orientation

Panromantic and asexual :D

9: My best first date

I just love being with them, I don’t really care about much else

10: How tall am I

5′4″

11: What do I miss

The ocean

12: What time were I born

10:20 pm

13: Favorite color

Blue~

14: Do I have a crush

I HATE LOVE SO MUCH! I do and it causes me so much pain, I’m good tho! :D

15: Favorite quote

“If you’re still bleeding then you are the lucky one because most of our feelings are dead and gone.”

16: Favorite place

The beach! <3

17: Favorite food

Ramen

18: Do I use sarcasm

Do I? Nooooooooooooooooo~

19: What am I listening to right now

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H9yjnVjgDjs&start_radio=1&list=RDH9yjnVjgDjs

Colour & Electricity 

20: First thing I notice in new person

Their eyes and scent

21: Shoe size

6 in women and 4 in men

22: Eye color

Green ring on the outside, blue inside with flecks of gray, and hazel ring around the pupil. It reminds me of the ocean

23: Hair colour

Blonde with natural highlights

24: Favorite style of clothing

Androgynous

25: Ever done a prank call?

Nah 

27: Meaning behind my URL

I formed my own sea :D

28: Favorite movie

Love, Simon

29: Favorite song

Youth by Daughter 

30: Favorite band

Yunomi

31: How I feel right now

Nothing

32: Someone I love

They hate me too, so I will not tag them either. They cause me too much pain anyways haha

33: My current relationship status

Single

34: My relationship with my parents

I don’t like talking about it

35: Favorite holiday

HALLOWEEN BIATCH

36: Tattoos and piercing i have

My ears are peirced

37: Tattoos and piercing i want

None please

38: The reason I joined Tumblr

I just wanted to one day

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?

I hate them, but they are indifferent towards me. I hold grudges

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?

I wish man 

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?

Nope

42: When did I last hold hands?

July 29, 2018 

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?

6 years

44: Have I shaved your legs in the past three days?

I shaved my legs for this post haha

45: Where am I right now?

Mon lit

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?

I’ll be dead before I can drink

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?

LOUD

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?

It’s always a fight here, we could replace WWE

49: Am I excited for anything?

A moment of peace

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?

I don’t have many real friends

51: How often do I wear a fake smile?

I hate fake smiling. I start to cry instantly, I’d rather frown (does anyone get the reference?)

52: When was the last time I hugged someone?

Like 2 hours ago (It’s 1:33 am now)

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?

Bitch slapped

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?

HELL YEAH A LOT OF THEM

55: What is something I disliked about today?

I haven’t slept yet

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

My doppelganger

57: What do I think about most?

Imperfections and heartbreak

58: What’s my strangest talent?

I can vibrate my eyes

59: Do I have any strange phobias?

Being chased

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

BEHIND

61: What was the last lie I told?

“I don’t love you”

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

Talking on the phone. I hate video chats

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

Yup

64: Do I believe in magic?

Yeah

65: Do I believe in luck?

I’m lucky I haven’t jumped off the bridge

66: What’s the weather like right now?

Dark and hella hot

67: What was the last book I’ve read?

The Lightning Thief, I think. I reread it not too long ago

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?

I’m iffy about it

69: Do I have any nicknames?

Alex, Bianca, Lexi, Mama, and Mika

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?

Bloody eye

71: Do I spend money or save it?

Spend lmao

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue?

Nah mate

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?

HELL YEAH MAN

74: Favorite animal?

Toads, frogs, fish, cats, and foxes

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?

Writing this post

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?

It’s Schnoes (It means gravedigger)

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?

ÑΣVΣR GΣ† U$ΣD †Ø PΣØPLΣ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqO8VgzrzHQ

78: How can you win my heart?

Get to know me and actually make an effort

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?

“I’m right behind you just smiling”

80: What is my favorite word?

Galaxy and Ocean

That’s more than one

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr

Everyone from my old blog ask me in pm

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?

“Get your shit together, everyone!”

83: Do I have any relatives in jail?

My grandma went to jail when my mother was a child, but that’s about it

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?

The power to throw up that shit and get no diseases (Water-breathing)

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

“You promise?”

86: What is my current desktop picture?

Legit the windows logo

87: Had sex?

Still asexual

88: Bought condoms?

Haha nope

89: Gotten pregnant?

Asexual noise 

90: Failed a class?

Probably would kill myself if I did

91: Kissed a boy?

Too ugly for that

92: Kissed a girl?

Yes

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?

No

94: Had job?

No

95: Left the house without my wallet?

All the time

96: Bullied someone on the internet?

Is swearing at them bullying?

97: Had sex in public?

Asexual scream

98: Played on a sports team?

Yeah

99: Smoked weed?

I don’t live in California

100: Did drugs?

Hell no

101: Smoked cigarettes?

Still no

102: Drank alcohol?

Accidentally a few times

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?

I wish

104: Been overweight?

Haha totally

105: Been underweight?

Never

106: Been to a wedding?

Nope

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?

Probably

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?

Most likely

109: Been outside my home country?

Yup

110: Gotten my heart broken?

Right now buddy. Hurts like hell, still good tho :D

111: Been to a professional sports game?

Nah

112: Broken a bone?

No

113: Cut myself?

Let’s not

114: Been to prom?

Too young

115: Been in airplane?

Yep

116: Fly by helicopter?

I don’t think so

117: What concerts have I been to?

I can’t remember

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?

Right now buddy

119: Learned another language?

Not entirely 

120: Wore make up?

A few times

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?

Asexual screeching 

122: Had oral sex?

Asexual pterodactyl screams

123: Dyed my hair?

Does Kool-Aid and sharpie count?

124: Voted in a presidential election?

Still a smol baby

125: Rode in an ambulance?

Nope

126: Had a surgery?

Yeah, and I was awake

127: Met someone famous?

I can’t recall

128: Stalked someone on a social network?

Haha totally 

129: Peed outside?

Not that I remember 

130: Been fishing?

I usually watch 

131: Helped with charity?

Yeah

132: Been rejected by a crush?

Hell yeah my dude

133: Broken a mirror?

Not that I can remember

134: What do I want for birthday?

An actual friend

135: One fact about you

I’m gender neutral 

If you need my new blog and you used to follow me, pm me

[niladmirai]

Do all the numbers. Do them all. I want every answer.

Geez, thats a tall order

1: NameDavid

2: AgeTurning 23 in March

3: 3 FearsHeightsRejection from family/friendsFailure

4: 3 things I loveMy loved onesVideo GamesArt

5: 4 turns onIntelligenceCommon interestsGenuine joy and happinessGreat listener

6: 4 turns offSmokingAsshole attitudeIgnoranceDisrespect

7: My best friendAt this point in time, it’s hard to say…

8: Sexual orientationStraight

9: My best first dateNever went out on a date ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

10: How tall am I5'6"

11: What do I missNot being tied down by the pressure of being an adult

12: What time were I bornExact time, 9:11AM; The date, March 12th

13: Favorite colorBlue

14: Do I have a crushLmao not at the moment

15: Favorite quote“Do or do not. There is no try.” -Yoda

16: Favorite placeMy hometown of NYC

17: Favorite foodFrench Fries

18: Do I use sarcasmWhen do I not?

19: What am I listening to right nowNothing. Its 8:30AM as I type this lol

20: First thing I notice in new personTheir face and hair

21: Shoe size11

22: Eye colorBrown

23: Hair colorBlack

24: Favorite style of clothingJacket, hoodie and jeans

25: Ever done a prank call?Once

27: Meaning behind my URLBased on the phrase ‘nil admirari’ but i missed the last ‘r’ lmao

28: Favorite movieBetween Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World and Speed Racer

29: Favorite songTo Zanarkand

30: Favorite bandNone in particular. But favorite musician would be Bruno Mars

31: How I feel right nowTo be honest, mostly indifferent about a lot of things

32: Someone I loveMy older cousin for being an awesome guy to hang around with

33: My current relationship statusSingle

34: My relationship with my parentsLove them to death!

35: Favorite holidayChristmas mostly for Christmas music

36: Tattoos and piercing i haveNada. If i did, my dad would flip and rip em

37: Tattoos and piercing i wantIf i was allowed to, a pink star on my neck like the Joestars or the Zanarkand Abes logo on my arm

38: The reason I joined TumblrFriend mentioned it when I was at a retreat and was curious to what it is.

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?Nah, we ended on good terms

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?Nope lol

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?No lmao

42: When did I last hold hands?Yesterday during Mass

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?Thirty Minutes tops

44: Have I shaved your legs in the past three days?How bout my whole life

45: Where am I right now?In my room on my bed

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?My cousin and brother

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?Resonable so its actually audible

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?Yea

49: Am I excited for anything?My said cousin before is coming to visit!

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?Yes

51: How often do I wear a fake smile?Usually half the time

52: When was the last time I hugged someone?Yesterday

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?I could care less at this point in time

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?Nope

55: What is something I disliked about today?It’s 8:30am. I didnt sleep yet.

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?My japanese cousins whom ive never seen or met

57: What do I think about most?Fire Emblem Heroes

58: What’s my strangest talent?My thumb is double jointed

59: Do I have any strange phobias?Nah all are kind normal

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?Both

61: What was the last lie I told?'I’m going to the car to get something’

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?Talking on the phone

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?Both

64: Do I believe in magic?Nope

65: Do I believe in luck?Yea

66: What’s the weather like right now?Clear

67: What was the last book I’ve read?Something in my college class 3 years ago

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?Hell no

69: Do I have any nicknames?Dabid or bid

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?My right index finger nail came off

71: Do I spend money or save it?Spend sadly. Its a bad habit.

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue?Nope

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?My RWBY Vol. 5 poster

74: Favorite animal?Birda

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?Playing Fire Emblem Heroes

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?Hercule’s last name is Satan

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?Right now, the Finesse with Cardi B

78: How can you win my heart?If we share some interests, maybe thats hos

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?A beloved by many, and loved to play games

80: What is my favorite word?Free

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblrLmao never cared about favorite blogs

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?The world will be ruined if we continue the path we follow. We need to change.

83: Do I have any relatives in jail?Thankfully no

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?The power of luck manipulation

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?How’s the job search going?

86: What is my current desktop picture?The intro screen of Xenoblade Chronicles

87: Had sex?Never haha

88: Bought condoms?From my brother LOL

89: Gotten pregnant?Im a guy

90: Failed a class?Yes

91: Kissed a boy?On the cheek

92: Kissed a girl?Yes

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?Lmao no

94: Had job?Nope

95: Left the house without my wallet?Yes…

96: Bullied someone on the internet?No

97: Had sex in public?Still no

98: Played on a sports team?Yeah, bowling back in elementary school

99: Smoked weed?Nope

100: Did drugs?Perscription drugs

101: Smoked cigarettes?Nope

102: Drank alcohol?Hella

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?No

104: Been overweight?I currently am lol

105: Been underweight?No

106: Been to a wedding?Loads of times

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?Five is an understatement

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?F I V E I S A N U N D E R S T A T E M E N T

109: Been outside my home country?Yea

110: Gotten my heart broken?Of course

111: Been to a professional sports game?Yeah!

112: Broken a bone?No

113: Cut myself?Papercuts

114: Been to prom?Yep. Loved it.

115: Been in airplane?Yeah

116: Fly by helicopter?Not yet

117: What concerts have I been to?The Eagles, Air Supply, my high school’s band

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?Admired, not crush

119: Learned another language?Java

120: Wore make up?Just nail polish

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?No lmaooo

122: Had oral sex?No

123: Dyed my hair?Nah

124: Voted in a presidential election?Yes. Still upset about the end result.

125: Rode in an ambulance?No

126: Had a surgery?On my tonsils

127: Met someone famous?Yeah! I met Julius Erving as a kid and recently Pewdiepie a few years back.

128: Stalked someone on a social network?Who hasnt lol

129: Peed outside?Had no choice

130: Been fishing?Yep! I wanna do it again!

131: Helped with charity?Yeah

132: Been rejected by a crush?All thd time

133: Broken a mirror?Naw

134: What do I want for birthday?Money, a Switch, games to play on the Switch, games to play on my PS4, and most importantly, happiness

Whew that took awhile!

[bbparker]

Echo (Peter Parker Imagine)

Summary: (Y/N) is a mutant with the ability to create sounds to manipulate the matter around her as well as use it to create echoes for locating people and learning her surroundings without even having to open her eyes. She has no friends as she wanted to keep her distance due to her vigilante lifestyle but also to keep herself safe. That is until she continuously had run ins with the Spider’s real life self- Peter.

A/N: No prompts or anything but it is my first imagine so any feedback is appreciated! I did twist the story line of the Hulk for this, but it’ll make sense during this chapter and later ones. (If I decide to do more 😜)

Warnings: Bad character writing lmao

I’m going to say REQUESTS ARE OPEN! (For the first time lmao)

// Masterlist //

“Hey, Ned! Wait up!” (Y/N)‘a voice carried across the courtyard, catching not only the boys attention but everyone within the vicinity. (Y/N) was a peculiar girl who didn’t have friends. She preferred to have people as acquaintances due to her circumstances of having a particular vocal skill set and abnormally good hearing- as she liked to say. There were smaller abilities such as slightly enhanced endurance and strength but nothing compared to the likes of Captain America or even Spider-man. In reality, she had mutated vocal chords which could shatter, warp or even hypnotise people and the objects around her. She also had the ability to echo sounds off of her surroundings a useful locating technique that could give her visuals of the world around her. However, due to her young age, she had a long way to go before she mastered her abilities. “Oh, hey (Y/N)! What’s up?” The Leeds boy smiled at her. (Y/N)’s eyes slid to the nervous slick backed hair boy next to Ned before returning. “I was wondering if you wanted to get a start on our history project today, after school?you mentioned you were free anytime so I assumed haha. I mean it’s totally cool if you can’t-” “No! No, I can, at mine or would you prefer yours? AlsodoyoumindifPetercomeswith?! We were going to study together this afternoon anyway.” Ned’s fast ramblings probably wouldn’t have been understood by the normal ear, however having advanced hearing assisted (Y/N). “No- yeah that’s cool, you guys can come to mine. As long as Peter doesn’t mind me crashing your study date.” (Y/N) kept her face straight while glancing at Peter. “W-what? N-no! We aren’t- we’re not-!” A laugh broke through (Y/N)‘s lips, cutting Peter off. “I know, I’m just messing.” She smiled over at Peter sweetly, causing a blush to crawl up his neck. (Y/N) smiled and waved goodbye to the fairly odd boys and said she’d see them this afternoon. “Ned…” Peter said while both boys watched (Y/N) walk away. “Yeah…” “Why didn’t you tell me you were partnered up with…her?” Ned laughed and turned to Peter, patting his shoulder. “I wanted it to be a surprise.” (Y/N) smiled to herself, having heard the whole conversation while walking away. ————– (Y/N) waited by the exit to the school thinking about her current friendless situation. She’d never actually considered having friends, only acquaintances, as she couldn’t take the chance of anyone finding out about her mutations. She was friendly and cautious enough but didn’t want to risk it, especially after the Sokovia Accords came out. Of course, it didn’t stop her venturing out during the night to stop the predators that lurked the streets- masked of course. So deep in thought, (Y/N) didn’t see the sweater wearing boy approach her. “Hey-” (Y/N) screams and instinctively threw her hand out hitting Peter in the face. Nobody moved for a minute before moving into action. “Oh my god-!” (Y/N) began, Peter continuing. “(Y/N)! I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-!” “Why are you apologising I-!” Each stumbling over each other to apologise. “- for startling you and not-” But (Y/N) eventually got her words in. “PETER I HIT YOU IN THE FACE!” Grabbing his chin, she turned his face to the side to inspect the red mark. He didn’t wince he just looked down at the girl who inched closer to his face to see the damage. If Peter was normal, her hit could have caused some broken bones but luckily he was very much beyond the word ‘normal’. “Am I interrupting something?” Ned pipes in finally, having witnessed the entire encounter. (Y/N) laughed softly as Peter moved out of her hold and scratched the back of his neck. “Nope! Anyways let’s get going, I have things to do at six.” The three made their way to the subway and jumping off at (Y/N)’s usual station. Peter discovered that (Y/N)’s apartment is was only a couple blocks from his own but in a more 'high class’ area. “(Y/N)… you live here?” Ned gasps staring up at the tall building as he follows her past the front doors. “Good afternoon Nina!” (Y/N) greets the door woman as said woman opens the door for the three teens. “Good afternoon Miss Banner. Made some new friends I see?” Nina raises an eyebrow at the two gawking boys trailing after her. (Y/N had known the older woman since she was a child so these questions weren’t that strange to her. “Hmm” (Y/N) stops to think glancing over at the boys who were inspecting the large red and gold themed lobby. Making eye contact with Peter, who quickly looks away, (Y/N) smiles while still looking at Peter. “Well, who knows. They’re a little different from the rest.” Smiling at Nina, (Y/N) ushers the boys the elevator and as the doors shut behind her, they begin their questioning. —— “So you’re telling me that your p-parents work as a top engineer and scientist for T-tony Stark?!” Peter exclaimed as (Y/N) explained her parent's wealth. (Y/N) glanced down, not exactly comfortable with people knowing about her parent's positions. “Well for Stark Industries, Pepper’s CEO so technically they work for her, but they’ve seen and talked to Mr. Stark before. Plus my dad is a bit of a free lancer as well.” The boys could do nothing but stare at the girl, how did nobody in her school know of this. Of course, it’s because she didn’t go out of her way to let people know, much like Flash Thomson did. “Okay so shall we actually study or are you guys wanting to gawk at any other part of the building?” (Y/N) raised one eyebrow. Ned was of course still gawking. “L-lead the w-way (Y/N)” Peter said softly seeing the discomfort on her face. Finally opening up her front door, Ned let out another gasp. “Ned, be cool man,” Peter whispered in his ear, but of course (Y/N)’s super hearing caught it. Ned responded just as quietly while she pretended to busy herself with her bag. “Yeah, you’re right. This is (Y/N) we’re talking about here. Do you reckon I’ve got a shot?” “Wait, what? Whatever just be cool man, I think we’re freaking her out with all the staring.” Peter whispers quickly, glancing up at (Y/N) who was looking through the mail on the bench. Before Ned could reply (Y/N) cut in. “Alright let’s study in my room, c'mon” she gestured to follow her and a slight squeak was heard from one of the boys. However, when she turned to find the source of the noise, both boys were looking in opposite directions pretending not to hear anything. “Okay…” Upon entering (Y/N)’s room, both boys glanced around, taking in what a girls room looked like. Peter instantly spotting a desk covered in a multitude of art things and sheets of scribbling. Something familiar amongst the drawings. Picking it up carefully he inspected the drawing of a mask that he had seen many times before. The Spider-Man mask. (Y/N) laughed lightly next to him. “You’ve caught me. I’m a bit of a Spidey fan.” Peter turned his head to look at her and smiled softly but nervously, (Y/N) returning the smile - both unable to look away. A crash came from behind them. Turning they catch Ned on the floor and a bunch of DVDs surrounding him. “You have a lot of movies (Y/N)” Ned laughed lightly from the floor. She laughed, helping him up. “Let’s actually study, shall we?” ———— A couple hours later and a lot of strange conversations that had nothing to do with their history projects or homework, (Y/N)’s parents arrive home. A knock was heard on the door before a tall man with glasses and an awkward demeanor enters. “Hey (Y/N) I didn’t know we had company” “Yeah sorry. They came to study and work on a project we have together. This is Ned Leeds and Peter Parker. Guys this is my Dad.” He held out his hand politely shaking Ned’s hand before replying as he shook a wide-eyed Peter Parker’s hand. “Bruce Banner, it's good to finally meet some friends of (Y/N).”Peter definitely knew who he was.

[6purplecats]

Got tagged by @fuckthiam​ ~ 

1ST RULE: tag 7 people you want to get to know better: Ahhh well rules were meant to be broken right?? Sorry I currently don’t have many people on tumblr I speak to regularly so would feel strange tagging xD By all means if you want us to get to know eachother better do this and tag me or drop by my askbox  

2ND RULE: bold the statements that are true. (and add extra remarks in italics! I just made that rule up, I like talking and you can’t stop me!)

APPEARANCE - I am 5'7 or taller (exactly 5′7) - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo- I have at least one piercing (not sure if earlobes count but oh well) - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined - I have or had braces

PERSONALITY - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny (granted, it’s mostly my family, but they’re people too) - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality (delete anxiety and indesiciveness...)

ABILITY - I can sing well (according to my friends and family, so wouldn’t go so far as to call that objective truth) - I can play an instrument (guitar, and it’s been years since I tried so I might be awful at it by now but I am technically capable of playing it... I think) - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory (it’s selectively good! Movie quotes and song lyrics stick wonderfully but I can lose what I was planning to say halfway through a sentence so I meannn) - I am good at doing math in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch (keep in mind that knowing how something is done doesn’t necessary make one able to actually do the thing)

HOBBIES - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority - I do some form of martial arts

EXPERIENCES - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol (though I hate it and I currently don’t drink) - I have scored a winning point in a sport (I scored one point in a lacrosse game during high school PE like once and I’m still proud of it okay) - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event  - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year- I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country (A lot of them, but to be fair, all I need to do to get out of the country is pick any direction, drive a couple hours and voila! Granted, you might end up in sea... but you will be out of the country) - I have been to one of my favourite bands’ concerts

MY LIFE - I have one person that I consider my best friend - I live close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling - I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smartphone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS - I am in a relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity (well it’s not really a crush-crush. It’s more like he’s handsome, a great actor, has splendid eyelashes and seeing his face makes me happy always) - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have had feelings for a friend (all the damn time that’s like all I ever do but I’m also a huge coward so my friends don’t find out lmao)

RANDOM - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone (but was too young to remember) - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life (I know aspects! I know I want an appartment high up with lots of windows, so it’ll be open and awesome but I can also dance around the house without the risk of ppl seeing me. I want to adopt an adult cat because kittens get adopted all the time and I don’t necessarily need a cat with boundless energy, I just want a buddy. I want to write and be good enough so there are people out there one day actually awaiting what I’ll bring out next. But what will I do to earn a living? Where will I live? How old will I be before I even earn enough to be able to move out the house? Where will I go to college and what course will I follow? Do I want to stay single or does part of me want a relationship after all? See these things make me go much too philosophical xD) - I speak at least two languages - I have made a new friend in the past year

[rikirachtman]

Tagged again for another one of these things by @jessyulrich. Thanks for all the tags dude! It gives me something to do on this blog, and I’m prone to oversharing personal information about myself lmao, so these little surveys are actually pretty fun to do

What’s your favorite musical? To be totally honest I really am not a fan of musicals generally. I respect the immense amount of work that goes into creating them, but if I want a movie/play I’ll watch a movie/play, and if I want music I’ll listen to music, so the narrative of the movie/play half of the musical being constantly interrupted by showtunes bothers me sometimes (also have this problem with one-song-per-episode shows like Phineas & Ferb). That said, Dr. Horrible was awesome in a campy way

How do you get to sleep? Not really in any one specific way, it always involves a lot of tossing and turning though

What happened at the last party you went to? My own birthday party in March, which was my first birthday party since I turned 10, and it was absolutely wonderful. None of the six people who came really talk to me any more but I’m very grateful they did come

Have you ever smoked a cigarette? Nope

What’s your hair like at this present moment? Post-shower wetness is freezing my neck to the bone

Are you more comfortable sitting or lying down? Laying down

What’s the worst film you’ve ever seen? I mean, what do we mean by “worst film”? If you mean “just plain bad”, then stuff like The Room and Birdemic and shit, but those are ENTERTAININGLY bad and I love them for it (think “the Ride to Hell: Retribution of cinema”). The types of films I consider truly “bad” are uninspired, boring, bland flicks that we’ve seen a hundred times before, even if they’re produced and acted well (think “The Call of Duty of cinema”).

Are you an untidy person? 

Definitely, things just get messier and messier over the course of weeks until I can’t take it and have to clean stuff up for my OCD’s sake

Have you ever been a fan of *NSYNC? Ha definitely not, though my dad allegedly partied with JC Chavez in Vegas once

Do you watch a lot of television? Not a lot, but a decent bit. Never really TELEVISION though, it’s usually Netflix and/or an illegal streaming site because Netflix in Canada sucks and has no shows pffft

Do you think you’re fat sometimes? Yeah except for the “sometimes” part. Working on it though, I’ve dropped from 172 pounds to around 150-155 recently, just a matter of not eating constantly like I used to, and going for runs every night. It’s really difficult to stick to it but I’m trying

Do you like to flex your muscles? I have, like, negative muscles so

Do you think you’ll ever get plastic surgery?                                                     No, as much as I dislike my appearance, I couldn’t do that

Have you ever completely misunderstood what somebody was saying?       Every single time I have a conversation

Favorite kind of cake: Chocolate and carrot are always good

Was it a boy or a girl to text you last? A girl

Name something you are doing tomorrow? Probably sleeping but that’s about all I have planned

Do you sleep on your stomach? Half the time, yeah

Where are you going to be at 4 PM tomorrow? 99% chance that I’ll be in my room, MAYBE I’ll go for a walk or something

Last time you saw fireworks, with whom & where? My mom tells me there was a time when I was like 4 and some fireworks scared the fuck out of me, so it was probably then (this was in Maryland)

Are you missing someone? Just saying “yes” is kind of an understatement honestly, but yes

Do you like horror or comedy? Both, it just depends. I like comedy of just about all kinds, horror I’m more picky with (I love mysteries and supernatural horror, psychological horror can be good if I’m feeling mentally prepared for it, but horror based on gore and guts is terribly uninteresting to me)

Who did you last share a taxi with? I mean, not including the driver, I think there was a time about a year and a half ago where me and a couple friends got a ride from this really cool Jamaican cab driver

Dogs or cats? Both

What were you doing at 12 this afternoon? Math work in preparation for school

Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now? I’m not entirely sure I’ll be alive in 3 months eheh (ironically BECAUSE I’m so lonely), but I’d like to think so

What’s your favorite season? Why?  Winter. The cold air, the soft snow, the cloudy/milky skies, the calm serenity of it all. It’s a beautiful time of year

When’s the last time you did something you knew was wrong? I tend to give as much change as I can to any homeless folks around town who approach me asking for it. A few nights ago a guy told me he needed just a few cents, and I didn’t have change, just a $20 bill. I really, really, really needed the $20 so I told the poor guy I had no money, and I’m still beating myself up for doing that, imagine how happy he’d have been if I’d given him twenty dollars. I hope he found the money he needed

Did you have any unread text messages this morning when you woke up? One from a tumblr friend I have, actually. Waking up to see someone messaged you is always really nice

Who was the last person you hugged? I truthfully couldn’t tell you, it’s been so long. Since I was rather young, I think the only people who’ve ever hugged me are my mom and one friend of mine who sadly doesn’t talk to me anymore. The few hugs I’ve had in my life felt really really good, but I wouldn’t wish having to touch me on my worst enemy eheh, so people tend to avoid it if they can

Do you think you would be a good parent? I’d really like to think so, I’m terrified that I wouldn’t be though

When was the last time you cried? A few hours ago

Who was driving the last time you were in a car? My mom

Does any part of your body hurt right now? Mentally but physically nothing really hurts

Do you like your bed? It’s decently sized so I’m happy to have it, I just wish I had a bed frame instead of a mattress on the floor sometimes eheh

Have you ever broken someone’s heart? Not to my knowledge, I certainly hope I haven’t though

When did you last talk to your brother or sister? Through Facebook, a week ago. In real life, not since maybe a little under a year ago?

Do you ever want to know who you are going to marry? Yeah, I don’t know if I’ll make it to “marriage age” like I said, but it’d be really nice to know. I keep thinking I finally found the one and then it ends, and I don’t think my heart can take any more of that, so I’d like to know

How much cash do you have on you? Usually some change if I have any, but seldom more than ten dollars (the twenty was a rarity).

Are you tanned? No, my body is kind of in different stages of paleness (my face is the most tan part because of exposure to the sun, followed by my arms due to occasional exposure to the sun, then everything else is milk-white lmao)

Did you get any compliments today? Yes, it made my day a lot better

Have you ever gone to court? No

Do you get jealous easily? H  o o oo oo o oo ly fuck I feel raging jealousy constantly. I’m the most envious, bitter little person I’ve ever known

Would you ever want to swim with the sharks? I’d need to learn how to swim first eheh but I think that would be fun, anxiety notwithstanding

What are you doing Saturday? Also no clue, probably also sitting around

What is in your back pocket? Nothing, wearing pajamas without back pockets

What were you doing at 3 AM this morning? Asleep, incredibly enough, since I’m usually wide awake at that hour

What do you usually do first in the morning? Try to process what planet I’m on and deal with the dryness in my mouth and eyes that I inexplicably feel upon waking up

Are you any good at math? I’m the absolute w o r s t. If someone shouted “QUICK WHAT’S 1 PLUS 1″ I’d probably actually have to stop and think for a minute

Any plans for Friday night? Shockingly, I will probably also be sitting around not doing anything

Do you have a little crush on someone? Yeah, those feelings are definitely not reciprocated anymore though

How old is the last person you kissed? N/A since I’m still a kissless failure eheh

Why did you kiss the person you last kissed? N/A since I’m still a kissless failure eheh 2: Electric Kissaloo

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Tag!

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Rules: you must answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

Tagging: @dragonjedihobbit @darkri97 @unchxrtedfan  @chapinfan69 @trash-daddy-adler @solarsystemus @vikabelieser @jkreutzer82 @everythinguncharted @rafeadderall and anyone else who wants. (Y’all don’t have to if you don’t wanna.)

THE LAST

1. drink: coffee

2. phone call: boyfie

3. text message: my friends ‘cause I’m homesick af

4. song you listened to: West Coast by Lana Del Rey

5. time you cried: a few nights ago... ‘Cause homesick...

6. dated someone twice: ahahahaha I also dated someone three times (:

7. kissed someone and regretted it: yeah...... My friend and I were drunk and since we were the only bis in my party, we ended up making out....... The moment I woke up with her boobs (we were both dressed, mind you) on my face, I already knew what went down. Plus, there were vids and pics from friends.

8. been cheated on: Not to my knowledge

9. lost someone special: :/

10. been depressed: I think I told this during my 700 followers thing...

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: Many, many times :)

3 FAVORITE COLORS

12. Red

13. Black

14. My soul (oh wait, that’s still black)

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

15. made new friends: haha no

16. fallen out of love: I mean, I was young and naive.

17. laughed until you cried: Watching a Shane Dawson video. He’s THE KING of comedy, I swear.

18. found out someone was talking about you: Ho, ho, ho (merry Christmas) the amount of gossip that goes around my school is incredible. They’re really bad at it too.

19. met someone who changed you: A lot of people tell me that they’ve changed since they met me, but I never really felt the other way around...

20. found out who your friends are: Erm, I’ve still got many years ahead of me, but that doesn’t mean I’m thankful to have my friends. (Who knows, we may be friends ‘till we die!)

21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: Erm... Yeah..........

GENERAL

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them except for a few.

23. do you have any pets: My little cute cat named Whiskey and I miss him so muchhhh.

24. do you want to change your name: I never really had a strong urge to do so. I did when I was like, 6. I wanted it changed to ‘Rose’.

25. what did you do for your last birthday: Last October, I had two: one for my close friends and the other for the whole class. The one for the whole class, we watched Ms. Peregrine Home For Peculiar Children, went to a karaoke bar and ended the night in my place drinking alcohol. The one for my close friends, we went to this park, played lazer tag and all that fun stuff.

26. what time did you wake up: 10:40 smth

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Playing Sims 4 ‘cause I just watched a paranormal storytime. (I’m a wuss, leave me alone)

28. name something you can’t wait for: SEASON MOTHERFOOOOKIN 3 OF OUTLANDER AND DUNKIRK WHICH I’LL WATCH WITH MY DAD TONIGHT!!! (Yayyy daddy-daughter time :D)

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: a few weeks ago...

31. what are you listening to right now: the sound of cars passing by my house lmao

32. have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I talked to a Tommy, but not Tom

33. something that is getting on your nerves: People self-diagnosing themselves when in reality, THEY’RE JUST BEING OVER DRAMATIC

34. most visited website: YouTube and Google

35. hair color: Dark brown. In May, I dyed it from black to blonde ombre.

36. long or short hair: It used to be very long (until my ass) but I cut it to half of my back ‘cause long hair sucks sometimes.

37. do you have a crush on someone: Does my boyfriend count?

38. what do you like about yourself: that I don’t mind being alone for weeks with no contact of the outside world.

39. piercings: I waaaant snakebites.

40. blood type: I know it has two letters... 

41. nickname: Ange, Angie, Sneaky Dicky (I’m actually a dick (mean person), but I’m sneaky about it)

42. relationship status: Taken (Long Distance Relationship)

43. zodiac: Libraaaa

44. pronouns: She/Her

45. favorite tv show: Outlander, How To Get Away With Murder, Rome, Orange Is The New Black, House, The West Wing

46. tattoos: I would looooove to have some. What I have in mind are small, but they have meaning to them (as one should). An empty heart on my top left collar bone; ying-yang on the top right of my back; semi-colon on my right wrist; g-clef somewhere.

47. right or left handed: Right

48. surgery: Nope

50. sport: Is badminton a sport..?

51. vacation: Scotland (and Korea ‘cause that’s where my boyfriend lives)

52. pair of trainers: I wear boots everyday and sometimes all black converse... I wear trainers when I jog or work out.

MORE GENERAL

53. eating: I actually barely eat...

54. drinking: I’ll always be a coffee drinker

55. I’m about to: Watch a YouTube video (Shane Dawson) after this tag

56. waiting for: Dunkirk and December for my boyfriend to visit <3

57. want: To walk around and be in nature ‘cause it’s actually sunny today

58. get married: By the age of 30, but it might change ‘cause that’s a long time ahead. 

59. career: Professional writer, but if that goes down the drain I really don’t know...

60. hugs or kisses: Kishessss

61. lips or eyes: Lips

62. shorter or taller: I’m... Short... Er...?

63. older or younger: I don’t have any siblings, lmao

64. nice arms or nice stomach: Both but if I had to pick, nice arms.

65. hook up or relationship: I’ve always been the hookup type, but I’m trying to change and be less slutty. So, relationship.

66. troublemaker or hesitant: I’m usually a troublemaker (I’ve done a lot of shit), but I can be hesitant on some things.

67. kissed a stranger: Yeah. Alcohol can make you do crazy things.

68. drank hard liquor: Yish about a week ago >>don’t insert song here<<.

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: Nope...

70. turned someone down: Ahah... Hahaha.... Yeah....

71. sex on the first date: Lmao, no.

72. broken someone’s heart: Yeah....

73. had your heart broken: hahaha yUP

74. been arrested: was about to......

75. cried when someone died: Well, no one that I know of has died, but I have when someone did on TV.

76. fallen for a friend: Ehehhehe... Yuuuup

DO BELIEVE IN

77. yourself: I’m gonna be honest here... No.

78. miracles: It’s amazing what the universe does sometimes.

79. love at first sight: nehhh

80. santa claus: neh

81. kiss on the first date: Yeah

82. angels: Oh hellzzz to the yass

OTHER

84. eye color: Dark brown (black?)

85. favorite movie: The Silence of the Lambs, Forrest Gump, Gladiator and I have another in mind but I can’t quite pin it.