#then hopefully back and can do like one or two more hours of maths

[thursdayg1rl]

was so ready to slay absolute penis tomorrow but realised i forgor my lunch

[lunajay33]

Change Part.2

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Summary: Y/n is a loner but loves ballet but her family doesn’t have enough money for her to dance at the studio, Daryl is a redneck who hates people and prefers bikes, until one day these two run into eachother and their lives change drastically, will Daryl toughen her up? Will y/n soften Daryl? Or both? How will things go when people start coming back from the dead

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader

A/n: This is going to be a series, it’s gonna start with how they met eachother and their lives before the apocalypse, eventually it’ll blend with twd story line!!

Part.1

•Masterlist•

It had been a week since Daryl and I’s first time hanging out and things have been nice, if that’s the word that could describe complete peace and acceptance around him, he’s the first person to ever see me for me and treat me normally, like o wasn’t a burden or a weirdo quiet loner

At school we’d help each other throughout class, well mostly me helping him when he didn’t know the answer to a question on our daily biology work book, and he started to sit with me on the bench behind the school bordering the towns woods, same as today

“So what do you have for lunch?” I asked as I sat cross cross facing him

“Just a sandwich, sucks” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Here you can have my chips” I said handing him my little bag of sour cream and onions chips

“Nah it’s yers” he said waving his hand

“You’re having them” I said placing them down next to him so he couldn’t refuse

“I’m not that hungry anyways so it’s fine” I said as I took another bite out of my green apple, I don’t know why but I’ve just lost my appetite lately, maybe it was the stress at work plus home life plus school stacked on top of each other but I tried not to think about it too much

“Ya sure? Ya should eat more” he said squinting at me

“I’ll be fine I’ll just eat when I get home maybe…..maybe if you’re not doing anything would you like to come over?” I asked hesitantly, we haven’t hung out, outside of school since Sunday and now it was Friday and I was just crawling to be alone with him again

“Sure, I ain’t got nothing going on” he said as he ripped open the chips but I swear I saw a faint smile

The bell rang signalling the end of the day, I went to my locker, pulled on my coat and stuff my textbooks into my bag for the homework I had to do over the weekend, I closed my locker jumping when I saw Daryl already there with a smirk

“Jerk you scared me” I said laughing as we started heading for the exit, the gust of fall air felt amazing, fall was always my favorite the leave turning to burnt orange and falling to the ground, the wind with the aroma of wet leaves it was comforting

We got some weird stares from people like the snotty preppy girls but when I looked at the football team all huddled by the car lot by heart dropped, Jackson looked at me with so much hatred and I knew it was because he hated the dixons, I wasn’t embarrassed of Daryl, he’s my friend I was just scared of what Jackson would do

We continued walking towards my house, it was silent most of the way

“So….how much more money do ya gotta save for ballet lessons” he asked his hands stuffed in his baggy cargo pants

“Well the lessons are a hundred dollars a month so for a year it would be twelve hundred a year so I’m really far off, I only get paid 9 dollars an hour at the dinner and i don’t get that many shifts so it’s starting to become just a dream plus I’m probably too old now” I said upset knowing now that doing the math I’d probably never get to be that ballerina I always craved to be, to dance in those pink slippers and tights, to feel the music move me

“I can help ya, I got some extra money” he said with these hopefully eyes I’ve never really seen on him before and it made my heart thump

“Are Daryl I can’t have you do that, it’s your money you worked hard for, it’s okay I’ll just watch Swan lake over and over again” I said laughing pathetically trying to make this situation not as awkward and sad, but wasn’t that just me? Awkward and sad

“But it’s yer dream”

“Ya it’s just a dream but it’s fine Daryl, I’m sure I can find something else to make me happy” I said smiling at him as we finally made it to my house, we went straight to my room dropping our bags and stripping our jackets to flop down on the bed and just look at the ceiling

“Show me this swan lake yer always talkin ‘bout” he said as he laid his arm behind his head looking at me with a smile that warmed my heart, if this is what having friends was like I’m glad I finally had one

“Okay!” I said as I jumped up and put in the vhs into my dingy old tv hearing the tape wind up and appear on screen all grainy but beautiful, I sat back down next to Daryl as we watch the whole dance I knew every move, every turn of music notes it was amazing

The black swan was devastatingly beautiful, and the song change when she appears hits me deep inside and my skin shivers with amazement every after the numerous amount of times I’ve watched this, then it was over and the tape cut off

“So how did you like it?” I asked excited for his impression

“I ain’t one fer this kinda thang but it was…….cool”

“It’s kinda like us, I’m the white swan that everyone runs over and you’re the strong black swan, sad and beautiful” his face turned red as he cleared his throat and looked away

“Nah stop that” it was cute making him embarrased in a sweet way

“Well it’s true maybe you could learn it and dance with me” I said 100% joking knowing that would never happen but would be funny to see

“I ain’t gonna do that, but…..I’ll watch ya dance” he said looking back at me the pink tint still lingering on his cheeks

“I just need slippers first” I said laying back down next to him

We must have fell asleep because we were abruptly woken up to my door slamming open and Jackson and his one jerk friend coming in, we shot up in bed and I instantly felt scared

“Jackson what are you doing?”

“Really a Dixon, I knew you were a slut” he said as his friend laughed

“What no he’s my friend, just leave”

“If you’re gonna sleep with whoever what about my friend here” his friend came up to me grabbing my arm and trying to drag me off the bed but I held on tight to the sheets

“Leave me alone, let go” I said panicking, I felt his grip let go and when I looked Daryl had him on the ground punching his face in, Jackson grabbed him and threw him back

“Get the hell outta here, ya ever touch her again and yer dead, I swear I’ll kill ya” Daryl groaned as they both left shutting the door

Daryl led me back to sitting on the bed, his touch was comforting and warm compared to the harsh cold grip I was just in

“Are ya okay?” He asked making me look at him as he wiped my tears away

“I think I’m gonna be sick” I whined the anxiety so high I didn’t know what to do

“Shhhh yer safe now just breath”

He helped me relax but that thought of not being safe alone scared me, what if Daryl wasn’t here? What would’ve happened?

“Daryl….will you stay with me tonight?”

“I don’t know ya sure ya want me here”

“Please I’m scared to be alone with them here”

“If that’s what ya want” he said getting up and taking some blankets from my closet setting up a makeshift bed on the floor right next to my bed, the adrenaline crush was hitting me hard and I was exhausted, I laid down facing him, seeing him sprawled out just as tired as me

The moonlight from the window was bathing Daryl in a silver hue, he looked almost ethereal and I felt my heart thump again, I’m glad I met Daryl and that we were paired in class, he feels safe, he feels like……like my hope

“Goodnight Daryl”

“Goodnight ballerina” he said huffing a little laugh but my heart filled with joy hearing that, this was my first sleepover ever and it wasn’t how I thought I would start but I’m glad he’s here non the less

Part.3!

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[househrt]

Seeing as you have an amazing repertoire of house md fanfictions in your collection, would you happen to have any good ones where House is vulnerable or submissive? Asking for a friend.

YES here's a selection (I didn't know if you meant vulnerable or submissive in a sex way or a not-sex way so I gave you both, though turns out most of my fav vulnerable!House fics are hurt/comfort so that's the bigger list) below the cut bc this post is long

submissive/vulnerable in a Not Sex way:

Unintentional touches from Wilson made House realize just how touch-starved he was, but he’d be damned if he ever showed it. Wilson catches on and cares for House when he starts to spiral.

"You don't take personal da -" Wilson begins, scoffing, and then does the math. "Oh, shit. House." House spends the first anniversary of his father's death on Wilson’s couch.

House has a particularly bad pain day and hasn’t been able to move for over twelve hours. But just as he thought, his day would go like this, with cramps tormenting his leg and him laying helplessly in bed in his own pee and puke, Wilson suddenly appears at his apartment and helps him to get through. Because even if Wilson doesn’t have to take care of House, he wants to. And sometimes a comforting hug can be more effective than a large dose of morphine…

House finally registered two hands holding his face so softly it was like they were afraid he’d break. He wasn’t just staring at the bathroom tiles anymore, either. Now there was a body in front of him; rumpled shirt, slacks, dress shoes. A familiar tie he remembered hating. He hadn’t even heard the front door open. He held himself back from yelling. It’s not as if he didn’t want Wilson here. Christ, House thinks he’s the only person besides maybe Cuddy who he’d tolerate at that moment. But seeing him ached. — aka what if it was Wilson who showed up at the end of 6x22? and also what if there was even more pining and near missed kisses?

After the events of One Day One Room, House makes a drunken confession. Wilson turns to Chase for advice.

“What?” Wilson muttered with as much annoyance and exasperation as House expected at that hour. Briefly, he wished he could twirl around his cane to give his hands something to do. Too bad it was a whole two parking spaces away from him. “Come get me.” Wilson sighed deeply. “Where are you? It better be a ditch or something. Are you drunk right now? You sound sober enough to drive yourself home.” “I’m in the hospital parking lot.” A long moment of silence passed. Well, it would have been silent, but House heard Wilson shuffling around. Hopefully getting his ass out of bed and getting back to work. “House, I’m tired.” Or: Sometimes, accidents happen.

What happens after House tells Cuddy he's not okay.

A brain-eating amoeba has swept the halls of Princeton-Plainesboro, moving impossibly fast and striking seemingly at random. As House investigates, he realizes that this disease does not have a natural cause. There are two geniuses living in Princeton: one a cranky misanthrope with dubious morals in love with his best friend, and the other a mad genius who has developed an obsession with Gregory House. Wilson and House leap into action to find a cure, but the mysterious James always seems one step ahead... and he will stop at nothing to catch House's eye.

Unrelenting by l57371 [I hit the limit of links lol]

The pain is too much, Wilson tries to help.

submissive/vulnerable in a Sex way:

Maybe the reason Wilson lets House spend all his money is because he likes it.

^ this is tagged "Accidental (sugar) Baby Acquisition" and that's all you need to know

Gregory House had the bad luck to present as omega in a country where omegas had little rights. After his first heat ended, he was chemically sterilized. This is over thirty years later.

[luluwantstosleep]

“Agoraphobia” (1/5)

Micheal Gavey x Reader (y/n)

okayyyy, soooo i love micheal so much that i just had to write something to get this obsession out of my system. I’ve created this new blog for work related to Ewan centred fics as i can’t really post this on my main lmaoooooo. This will hopefully be one part of about five, a nice shorter story i hope. I don’t know that much about oxford but i have a few friends there who answered some of my odd questions without asking too many questions of their own. Might write part two tommrow on my long train ride as the production i’m on have put me in first class which means i get to sit alone 😈🎉🎉

You collapsed onto your bed with an exhausted sigh, knowing it had only just begun. Boxed possessions surrounded you in your new dorm room. The place smelt old but in a good way, like museums sometimes did, Despite not being able to stamp your own individuality on the place yet: it felt cozy.

Disbelief was the only suitable word for how you felt, disbelief that you were a student at oxford, about to study art history. Even if some people back home thought it was a waste of a degree, you were buzzing. There was something that you weren’t too thrilled about though, which was the whole freshers thing. You were not much of a partier or a drinker, you’d rather be spending your hours calm, exploring the buildings and reading in the libraries you had always dreamed about.

Dreading the mammoth task of unpacking, you laid on the bed massaging your temples and feeling your body go limper and limper.

*knock, knock*

You questioned if you had heard right at first. Did someone knock at the door? maybe it was a hallucination, a result of the nauseating headache all of the stress had brought. Alas the shadows underneath the door showed two feet stood outside. Nope, ugh, someone had definitely knocked.

Groaning, you slowly stood up; not too quick. Perhaps your mother had second thoughts about leaving you and she had already returned?

The heavy doorhandle clicked as you pushed it down and pulled the door open.

Upon its opening, a tall boy with dark golden hair, blue eyes and silver wire glasses stared back at you. He gave you an unsure but sweet smile as he stared.

“Hi, I’m micheal” He told you as he offered a hand for you to shake. You obliged in your almost woozy state of exhaustion.

“hey” you mumbled back, still wondering why he was at your door

“I think we are neighbours” Micheal stated sensing your bewilderment “w-well we are neighbours, I live there” He pointed to the door across the corridor, smiling hopefully at you.

Enthusiastic, He continued on talking before you had time to respond. “I do maths. and you were the first to move in…. well, after me; Obviously”

Unfortunately although you felt bad, you could do little but muster a few mhms and nods here and there. Even though you liked him and maybe even found him a little attractive, your lack of energy had other plans.

Micheal didn’t seem discouraged though, his persistence impressed you “I hope we can be friends, unfortunately i’ve already met some right cunts” he rolled his eyes, though he was still smiling, he was sweet “Im gonna go to the pub later, you should join me”

Micheal said the last part as more of a statement than a question and at any other time you would have gladly agreed, and been exited that someone wanted to spend time with you; even if it was because you were his only option. Finding yourself incredibly fatigued, you felt bad for using tiredness as an excuse. Rather stupidly you blurted the first thing that came into your head.

“I’m agoraphobic” The words left you, barely even a sentence, more a jumble.

Micheal seemed confused

You sighed “I can’t, I’m sorry, I’m um agoraphobic so i don’t leave’

You nodded as if to seal your statement, this was torture because you knew how bad of a liar you were. Why on earth did you say that?, god you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole.

It seemed almost as if micheal looked a bit sad, you immediately felt guilt after he had been so perfectly kind to you

“Oh” The air fell still for a second then Micheal looked down at the floor, finding words “Well I guess i’ll see you around then. Or, or not, of course. Because i guess you don’t go out then.”

It fell silent once again “Nice to meet you” Micheal then disappeared into his room, the door clicking shut before you could even answer him.

Great. Not only did you lose out on making a friend but now you’d have to orchestrate the next three years trying not to bump into him whilst leaving, or he’d know you were lying.

You had been at oxford for two months now. There was good and bad, it was hard to get used to but you found yourself falling into routines and comfort. Friends weren’t something that came naturally to you but you had managed to make yourself one good friend, Izzy, and even though sometimes your lack of a social life made you feel like a failure, you were for the most part; content.

The last lecture of the day had finished twenty minutes early this particular Friday, and you were glad. Even though you loved your course, your most recent study of modernism for a particular unit bored you greatly.

Clumsily, you fiddled with your keys in your frozen hands. Why on earth did you have so many stupid keychains when you only had one key?, you cursed yourself.

Aha, you managed to slip the key into its lock, hearing the dull thud of the mechanism before the door swung open. you heaved your heavy bag and tossed it into the room.

Content, you turned around to close the door behind you. You were startled as you looked up to catch two wide blue eyes looking back.

Fuck, it was your neighbour, the one you lied to about being agoraphobic.

“Micheal!” You gasped, shocked

He stood there, also having returned from his lesson early. You usually left ten minutes late after yours to make sure you wouldn’t bump into anyone. Wheels began turning visibly in his brain, he looked at you, it was clear to him as you stood there wrapped up in your winter clothing that you’d definitely been outside, not to mention he’d just watched you fiddle with your keys, oblivious to him being there.

“Sorry” was the next word that escaped your lips. The facade had fallen

The poor boy looked very confused. You shut your door so that it was just the two of you in the corridor.

“Everything I said the first day was,” pausing, you sighed “it was a lie.”

His brows met, knitted together in further blind confusion “Why would you lie about that?”

Oh god, you felt so bad “I.. I” You shrugged in a big motion with your hands “I don’t know. I was tired, I think a-and. I wanted an excuse to stay inside that made sense and for some stupid reason that’s what i told you.” You looked towards the floor.

You imagined he must think you as weird, or mean and this made it all the more worse.

“Why didn’t you just tell me the truth? that would have been fine” He asked, you missed the innocent smile he greeted you with when you first met him.

“i know, i know. I was just afraid you would hate me for it but instead i lied and made it a million times worse. It’s ridiculous I know” Great now you had to live next to someone who thought you were a massive lying freak for the rest of your degree. You decided you had to do something, it would be weirder to leave it like this and you wished for Michael not to think that the reason you lied and avoided him was his fault.

“feel free to tell me to shut up and go away but if the offer is still up we could go to the pub together tonight, first round on me to say sorry for being odd?” almost wincing as you asked him this, like prey ready to be devoured, you fully accepted that he would probably deny you and slam his door in your face. It would be deserving.

“Yeah, alright why not” He said

Your gaze that had once been planted firmly on the floor sprung up to look back at him. You were Unsure but you thought could almost see that smile coming back in slight.

“really?” you were filled with hope as your fingertips pressed into the sharp corners of the keys in your hand, trying to quieten your nerves.

Micheal adjusted his glasses then smiled like before and you swear it felt like a ton of weight had been lifted from you instantaneously. “yeah, I’ve not got nothing going on, and it seems as if we are both norman-no mates” He joked “Meet in the corridor at 8.30?”

Giddy, you nodded at him.

“See you later” Micheal turned around to disappear into his room

“see you later” you managed to whisper out before the door clicked shut and he was gone.

Anyone would think you had just received amazing news the way you jumped up and down, probably annoying those on the floor below you. Thank god, you thought, not only had you hopefully avoided what could have been the most awkward living situation ever but maybe you would even make a friend out of this, or more. You wouldn’t lie to yourself, there was something about him you just couldn’t ignore. Unable to deny you were a bit of a sapioseuxal, you wouldn’t close yourself off to thinking about Micheal in more than friendly ways.

I will link ch2 here later

[sissylittlefeather]

Time for a little brain break! I'll come back to How the Web Was Woven soon!

Lover Doll: A Danny Fisher Story

A/N: I know this is like the least creative name for a Danny Fisher (from King Creole) fic but whatever lol. This is a dirty (and borderline inappropriate oops) little thing I wrote just for the hell of it. Hopefully some of y'all enjoy it. I like to imagine this is where Danny gets his affection for older women 🤭

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI!, inappropriate relationship (BUT EVERYONE IS OF LEGAL AGE), kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f & m receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, swallowing

Word count: ~2.5k

Unfamiliar with Danny? Here ya go:

You were nervous to start teaching in the beginning, but by your third year you'd settled into your position fairly well. At 25, you finally felt like you had enough years between you and your high school students to make your authority legitimate.

And then they transferred Danny Fisher into your class. Danny had struggled in school, so he hadn't graduated when he was supposed to. That meant he was 19 when he sauntered into your math class and sat at the back. His heavily-lidded eyes and flyaway hair were enough to make you swoon, but you tried to look away.

He ignores you for the most part, until you call him by name to answer a question. You're determined to treat him just like any other student, despite the way your stomach flip flops when you look at him.

"Aw, Miss, I don't-" Just then he glances up and makes eye contact with you. Your cheeks flush and he loses the second half of his sentence. A couple of seconds pass and you realize what's happening.

"Never mind, Danny. Anyone else know the answer?" Class continues like normal until the bell rings at the end. He's in your last class of the day, so you're prepared to drop into your chair once all the kids leave, but he stays behind.

"Miss, you got a second?"

"Sure, Danny. What do you need?" You ask, heart in your throat.

"I didn't know teachers could be so young."

"Oh. Well, yes, I suppose."

"And pretty." You feel the blush rise in your cheeks again.

"Did you have a question?" He seems to be searching for something he can ask.

"Can you help me with those equations from earlier?" He smiles and his dimple catches you completely off guard. Then, he sits down at a desk in the front of the room and opens his math textbook.

"Oh, sure, Danny." Without thinking, you lean over the desk to see which questions he's talking about. When you do, he can see down the front of your dress. He takes a quick peek and then looks away, clearing his throat. You realize what just happened and stand up as quickly as possible. Now it's his turn to blush. He stands up from the desk holding his book in front of his lap, you suspect in an effort to hide himself.

"I have to get to work. We'll have to look at the equations another time." He smiles again and hurries from your room. When the door closes behind him, you can't help but laugh.

******

You continue this way for a month, with him staying after school as often as possible for tutoring. But what starts as a mild flirtation gets stronger and stronger every time.

At one point he accidentally calls you "honey" when he gets frustrated with a question. He instantly apologizes, but you just laugh. Secretly, you love it and wish he would do it again.

You know it's wrong. He's your student. But he's also a grown man and your reaction to him is uncontrollable. You're used to 17-year-old boys who are basically big toddlers. Danny is only two years older than that, but he's worked more hours than you have. Nothing about him feels like a boy.

******

One day, you stand looking out the classroom window while he's at the blackboard. You're feeling particularly sorry for yourself and the situation you're in with him. The attraction is undeniable, but nothing will ever come of it. He notices that you seem sad today, so he puts the chalk down and walks up behind you. He stands close enough for you to feel his breath on your neck. You can tell by the way he stands there that he wants to touch you, to put his arms around your waist or his hands on your hips, but he doesn't. Not yet.

"You alright, Miss y/l/n?" You take a deep breath before answering him. You wish he would touch you.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just..." You turn to face him and he's even closer than you thought. You look up into his face. All he would have to do is lean down a few inches and his lips would be on yours.

"Can I..." His eyes flick down to your mouth. You're just about to tell him yes when he leans in just enough and presses his lips to yours gently. His hands shake a little, but he reaches out and puts them on your hips. He pulls back for a second, checking to make sure you don't want him to stop and then kisses you again, more passionately this time, sliding his hands back behind you and pulling your body in close to his. You break the kiss and pull back away from him.

"Danny, wait. This is wrong."

"Wrong? It doesn't feel wrong?"

"I'm your teacher." You look down at your feet.

"Hey." He tips your chin up with his hand and looks into your eyes. "Listen. You're a woman. I'm a man. This feels right to me. Does it feel right to you?"

"Yes." You nod. "But that doesn't mean it is."

"Y/n... can I call you by your name?" You nod again. "Y/n, you make me feel things I've never felt before. That can't be wrong."

"Oh, yes it can. Surely you know..." Then a thought occurs to you. You look at him with your head cocked to the side. Then, you walk backwards away from him and perch on the edge of your desk.

"Danny, you say I make you feel things you've never felt before. Have you ever been with a woman?" You try to look into his eyes but he avoids you. He looks down and tries to hide the fact that he's blushing.

"No." He answers with a tone of slight annoyance. Then he looks back up into your face. "But that doesn't mean I can't or won't. I want to. I want to be with you."

"Oh, Danny. I'm just not sure that's a good idea. I am your teacher-"

"Then teach me." He wraps himself around you again and kisses you deeply, his tongue sliding into your mouth. "Teach me, please." He whispers when he pulls back from the kiss.

Your eyes flick between his and you want nothing more than to say yes. Your body is screaming at you to kiss him again and rip his clothes off. You know it's wrong, but you're not sure if you care anymore. Can something that feels so right really be wrong?

Finally, you nod and he looks at you eagerly. His hands go to your hips and he pushes against you as he kisses you passionately. He kisses down your neck and reaches behind you to unzip your dress. He pulls the top of your dress down so that you're only in your bra from the waist up. You push his t-shirt up and over his head and off. His chest has the smallest patch of soft hair and you're reminded how young he is. But just when you're about to back out again, he pulls your hips away from the desk and lets your dress fall to the floor at your feet. Now you stand there in nothing but your bra and panties. He takes you in slowly and looks at you hungrily like he might devour you if he could.

You nervously glance at the classroom door. It's closed and you know that by now the building is empty. And then a thought occurs to you.

"Don't you have to be at work soon?"

"No." He responds firmly and dives into a deep kiss, his hands running up and down your body. They tremble slightly, but he hopes you ignore it as he slides them up to hold your breasts. You reach down and feel his hard cock pressing against his jeans. When you touch him, he backs out of the kiss and whimpers a bit.

"Danny, do you know what happens next?" You ask quietly as you stroke him. He grunts and nods.

"Yes, I do."

As if to show you that he does, he slips his fingers, still slightly trembling, under the waistband of your panties and pushes one finger into you. You moan softly as he adds a second finger and pumps them in and out of you slowly.

"Yes, don't stop." You whisper. He nods and keeps working his hand as you close your eyes and continue to stroke him through his pants. After a few more seconds, you use both hands to undo his zipper and push them down his legs. He steps out of them and you look at him in just his underwear with his hand in your panties. He might be 19 and a virgin, but his body is that of a man and it elicits a physical response from you that he can feel with his fingers. He smiles and kisses your shoulder gently.

You reach back and undo your bra, letting it drop to the floor. He stops moving his hand for a second as he takes in your naked breasts. You put your hand back on him and feel his cock twitch. He whimpers again.

"I want to kiss you, but not on your lips."

"Where, then?"

"Everywhere." He looks into your eyes almost pleadingly.

"Then kiss me, Danny." He kisses your mouth once before leaving a trail of hot kisses on your neck down to your chest. He runs his tongue in a circle around one nipple and ghosts his lips across your skin to the other one, pulling it into his mouth gently. But he doesn't stop there. He gets on his knees and kisses down your stomach, pulling his fingers out of you and dragging your panties down your legs. Then, he leans you back against the desk a little and spreads your legs, kissing your center. He leans his forehead against your lower stomach.

"I've never done this before. How do I... what do you...?"

"Just kiss me. With your tongue. Here." You put your finger on your clit and rub it in circles, so he will know what to do. He nods and leans forward again, pressing his mouth to you. He begins to move his tongue over and around your clit and you have to bite your lower lip to keep from crying out.

"Like this?"

"God, yes, don't stop!" He smiles and presses a finger into you again while he licks you. He pumps his finger in and out while he moves his tongue feverishly on your clit. You feel the coil of your orgasm tighten in your belly and he keeps on licking you. The coil snaps and you gasp.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, Danny, yes!" You moan as quietly as you can, while you come hard in his mouth. He feels your walls flutter and pulse around his fingers.

"W-w-was that good?" He looks up at you from his place between your legs and you almost melt.

"Yes!" He smiles and kisses your hip and then stands up, wiping his face with his hand. You push his underwear down and watch his cock bounce free. He closes his eyes and bites his bottom lip when you reach out and palm his dick, sliding his foreskin back.

"You're sure this is what you want, Danny?" His eyes pop open and he looks at you desperately.

"Honey, I've never wanted anything more." He lifts you by the hips and sets you on the desk. You pull his hips in between your legs and line him up with your entrance. He holds you and pushes into you slowly, grunting when he fills you fully. His cock is bigger than you expected and you moan at the sensation of him hitting the most sensitive place inside you. He pulls back and pushes into you again deeply. Then, he picks up the pace a little and starts to slam his hips into you passionately. Your breasts bounce with his rhythm and he leans down and kisses your chest again while he fucks into you.

"Yes, honey, goddamn, that feels good." He puts his hand on the side of your neck and runs his thumb over your lips. His hips pound into yours over and over, his cock sliding in and out of you rhythmically. He looks down at the place where you're connected and groans. The sight of himself moving in and out of you is enough to almost push him over the edge. But you're not finished with him yet.

"Oh, no honey, what're you doing?"

You push him backwards out of you and then around to the chair on the other side of the desk. He falls into the chair and you crawl on top of him, one leg on either side of him, and sink down onto his dick with your hands on his shoulders. "Oh." He moans breathlessly as you begin to bounce on him. His hands go to your breasts, squeezing them gently and teasing your nipples with his thumb and fingers.

"Do you like this, Danny?" You ask, your voice dripping with desire like the sweetest honey. He nods and whimpers, leaning forward to kiss your neck.

"Yes, I love it." He whispers as he nuzzles you just below your ear. You switch to rolling your hips, pushing him deeper and deeper inside you. He puts his hands on your hips while you ride him. "'M bout to come, doll."

You stand up off of him and he whines desperately.

"No..."

But then you get on your knees and put your mouth around his cock and he inhales sharply. You bounce your mouth on him vigorously and then pull all of him into you, letting him hit the back of your throat.

"Oh, fuck, y/n!" He cries out as he comes hard in your mouth and you swallow it down. You lick around the head of his cock one last time and then stand up. He pulls you down into his lap and cups your face in his hand.

"Honey, that was..." You smile and he kisses you softly. He presses his forehead to yours. "Thank you."

You sit there like that naked together for a while before you speak again.

"Danny, we can't tell anyone about this."

"I know. We can do it again sometime, though, right?"

"I don't know. We probably shouldn't have done it this time."

"Shhh." He holds your face again. "Yes, we should've. You mean more to me than just this. I think I'm fallin' for you." You feel the tears gather in your eyes.

"Oh, Danny..."

"I am. So stop sayin' it's wrong." You kiss him again and he holds you tightly. Finally, you stand up and start to gather your clothes, tears falling down your face silently.

"Why're you cryin', doll?" He stands up and you look into his eyes.

"Because I'm falling for you too." He wraps you in his arms again and you cry against his chest. You know that nothing can come from this, but right now, he's yours and you're his.

In this moment, nothing else matters.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Taglist: wasn't sure on some of these, so sorry if I tag you and you didn't want to be tagged!

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[crimsonhydrangeavn]

Hi! I absolutely loved the demo of your game—it was amazing! I'm excited to see more of it. I have two questions: First, how would Garret or Teagan react if they were in a room full of yanderes with y/n? Second, I hope this doesn't come across the wrong way, but I'm genuinely curious—how long does it usually take to release a new episode? I'm really looking forward to continuing the game, and I appreciate all the hard work you put into it. I hope I'm not rushing anyone, and I'm truly sorry if it comes off that way. Thank you so much for reading!

Thank you so much for your ask! I'll go ahead and answer your second question first before moving onto the first one! lol

I wanted to start off by thanking you for asking your question in a kind and respectful way, I completely understand where you're coming from and I don't take any offense to it what so ever!

I know I really appreciate transparency when it comes to games/ things I'm a fan of, so I want to do what I can to make sure I'm as honest and upfront with you all as possible.

So I went through my logs and did the math. Day 1 took me about 6 months from start to finish and Day 2 took me almost a full year from start to finish. That being said, Day 1 was 11k words and Day 2 was 24.5k words total. So given the fact that Day 2 was more than twice as long as Day 1, I can see why it took double the time as Day 1. (That and I learned how to add animation into Renpy and spent a little over a month going down that rabbit hole and making a few animations for the game. I also spent some time refining Day 1 while working on Day 2 so that probably made the Day 2 release take longer than it would have otherwise)

The reason why it takes as long as it does is because I'm making this game entirely by myself. That includes the script, all of the art assets, the programming, the audio, and not to mention all of the social media, and patreon content.

On top of that I also have a pretty steady stream of freelance work that usually equals to about 30-50 hours a week. I've burnt myself out in the past and I'm trying to keep a sustainable pace where I'm making progress on CHVN but I'm also enjoying life and taking breaks as needed.

That being said, I do post monthly game updates on my patreon to discuss what I've finished that month, what I have left, and what the current word count is. ( ATM it's longer than Day 1 and I still have a lot planned haha)

I also think it's worth mentioning that this is my first game and I'm learning how to do everything from scratch. My background is in the visual arts so programming and audio stuff is completely foreign to me. That being said, I'm stubborn as hell and for better or for worse once I put my mind to something, I'll get it done one way or another.

Hopefully that answers your question! Once I finish up the script portion of Day 3, I can give a better estimate of how long it'll take me, but until then I really have no idea when the actual release date will be.

Now, onto the easier/ fun part of your question! lol

Garret would play nice at first, however he would make sure that he was never more than a step away from your side. He doesn't trust anyone to behave themselves around you, especially if they're anything like him.

Teagan on the other hand would immediately try to get you to leave the room. They don't deal well with competition and would want to remove you from the situation asap. If you refused/ couldn't leave with them, then they would make sure to talk shit about all of the other Yandere's and taint your view of them. While it would put an obvious target on their own back, at least they'd know you wouldn't talk to or go off with them out of your own free will.

Thank you again for all of your support! I really appreciate it and I can only hope that the next update is worth the wait!

[lemonmaid]

Video games that I think Vice Dorm Leaders would play.

Since alot of y'all liked the headcannons about the dorm leaders I thought, 'hell might aswell do the vice dorm leaders'. I'm glad that so many of y'all liked it, request are always open!

Here's part 1 with dorm leaders

Trey Clover : Cool Math Games

I don't think this guy has ever played a video game besides the one that was available on the Chrome-books, (when class got slow and boring).

"Trey what are you doing?".

"Not now, I'm on day 40 of Papa's Freeza".

Ruggie Bucci : Spiderman 2.

This guy only allowed to play it because Leona doesn't play his Playstation 5 that his family gifted him.

"Is that spiderman 2?"

"Yup..."

"How long have you've been playing that?"

"..."

"Does it meet your expectations?"

".."

Bro is in the zone, he's addicted, he has never had this much dopamine in his LIFE.

Jade Leech : Minecraft

When Jade doesn't want to go hiking or do Azul's dirty work, he would really enjoy a good minecraft game.

"Perfect look at what I found"

"Oh. That must have been an update, I don't think I've seen this Biome"

"Oooooh Perfect!! Look at what I built~".

"Floyd is that a penis?"

On second thought, he definitely keeps villagers prisoned for trading and... torture...

Jamil Viper : Walking Dead ( Telletale )

I like to think that Jamil is a casual enjoyed of Telltale games, why? Because no one else had given him this much emotional and power.

"Are you okay?"

"No..."

"Why.... I just finished the series..... and found out that Telltale is out of business"

"Oh... don't kill yourself"

Bro takes the choosing characters fate game too seriously.

Rook Hunt : Red Dead Redemption

This man, has replayed story mode so many times. Everytime, he gets Low Honor and the Bad Ending.

"Oh~ perfect, I don't know what I am doing wrong!"

"Okay... let me watch you play"

*two hours later of murder after murder spree*

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you".

Ortho Shroud : Project Sakai

Perfect combo after Perfect Combo after Perfect combo. Do NOT play in a room with him, because he will be the motherfucker to leave when everyone else has failed or just one.

"Ortho... I think you're taking this game too seriously".

*replays audio in mocking tone

Lilia Vanerouge : He's been around for a long time I think he's played most games in existence. Unless he is behind a few decades, I would say Mario Kart or Gutiar Hero.

"Am I hip perfect?" Lilia breaks down the weridest fuckinh combo behind his back.

"You're....something".

This man still has an Xbox 360 in his room and is still gaining Xbox points.

Grim: Fruit Ninja

This is the only game that he can play because he has no thumbs.

Otherwise, he is a tablet baby, that phone.... scratched, stained, cracked, and weird stench.

A/N

I'm finally mining away the drafts!!! I hope yall enjoy what's coming this week because I'm going to be do drained afterwards lol.

Hopefully more male reader povs.

[tranquilpetrichor]

the formula for late nights

cast: gunwook (zb1) x gn biochem major!reader

wc: 722

genre: college!au

warnings: food, mentions of yn drinking sometimes to deal with stress, descriptions of food, academic pressure

a/n: eris try to make a story where yn isn't slightly unhinged challenge failed. also the two could be interpreted as having a crush on one another. now that my finals are over, hopefully i can post more

sitting on an armchair in your suite, you sigh with relief as you finish your chemistry homework. you place the little pencil back into the iPad and shut the case. the device goes back into your bag, where you hope you won't have to see it until tomorrow's class.

you're glad that you've finished your homework for the day because you're sure as hell that you cannot handle doing another problem (no more stoichiometry, please!).

your friend, park gunwook, steps into the common room of your suite and greets you. he's been over for a while, but he was busy helping someone else in the suite with math homework and hasn't bothered you since.

he'd wondered if anyone would even ask for his tutoring help, but you assured him that there would always be someone agonizing over math. hm, maybe you should try it one day (if only you had the time)..

he glances at your packed bag. "so, you're finally done suffering through chem?"

you groan, stretching your muscles. holy shit, you worked for about an hour without getting up?

"i guess. for now, at least."

he chuckles and walks over to your snack cabinets. "for now."

you're not even tall enough to reach some of the shelves on the upper cabinets without the usage of a step stool, yet he has the audacity to steal food from there sometimes.

seemingly changing his mind, he walks to the freezer instead, opening the door to peek inside. you don't bother to ask what he's looking for because you already know.

"i can say goodbye to my chocolate ice cream," you mutter.

he protests. "what? it's good. and it's not my fault we like the same flavor."

perks of having a friend with way too much of a similar taste in food, you suppose.

"i guess we could share? we do have a lot."

not even thirty seconds later, two small bowls, two spoons, and an ice cream scoop are out, the latter item present because you never want to try scooping out ice cream with a regular spoon again.

there also happens to be brownies in the fridge that another friend of yours named jiwoo brought over yesterday.

"take them," she had said, "i won't finish them all anyways."

of course you took them, because who are you to say no to offerings of food?

you find the container and give it to gunwook, who's sitting on the couch across from the tv. there's six brownies left, but you'll probably save some for later.

"oh, we forgot drinks." gunwook says. he stares at you as your lips curve into a knowing smile. "no, y/n, not the alcoholic kind. we are not asking our neighbors for soju today."

you pretend to be disappointed and laugh. "don't worry, you know i only allow myself to drink in the dorms during weekends. it's only thursday. and it's an every-other-week type of thing."

(is it from stress built up through the week? perhaps. did you choose the life of a biochem major willingly? yes, so maybe this is your fault.)

gunwook looks for some chocolate milk instead and rolls his eyes.

"not the best habit, but at least you're more responsible than some other people we know."

you shudder. having to be the parent of the group along with gunwook and help drunk friends home from frat parties is a terrible experience, but you digress. tonight is a time for staying in, occupying the couch, and sharing treats.

he calls out to you. "do you want to watch tv?"

without a second thought, you perk up and join him on the couch. he's already unfolded the blue blanket that sits there, and drapes it over both of you.

"what show?"

he's surfing through the various programs on his tv, and you seem to sink a little further into the couch.

"how about the last of us?"

you nod. "i haven't even started it yet."

(you're known in the friend group for saying "i'll watch [insert show]" and never doing it.)

he smiles and navigates over to hbo max on the screen with your remote. "i think a little brain break is well-deserved."

"couldn't agree more."

with that, you allow yourself and gunwook the luxury of another late night spent in good company with each other.

[talonsaga-trash]

Hi, um, what if, there was a dialogue when between Garret and Tristan while at a bar, it would be kinda funny to see Tristan drunk🤣

(Takes place directly post-inferno epilogue)

Tristan won second place in the drinking contest between himself and two dragons. Garret did not know whether to be impressed or concerned.

At least Tristan was a calm drunk, though— something Garret had known since he was fifteen was that when Tristan finally made it back from a night in town, he was never upset or angry. He usually beelined for water and bed and passed out for a good ten hours without interruptions, and it seemed this night wasn’t looking to be an exception, considering he had his head tilted back, staring at the ceiling, thoroughly ignoring the world around him. Loud music coming from the speakers, Riley animatedly talking to Mist about something or another, Jade scamming the barman for more drinks— she had, well and truly, drunk both Riley and Tristan under the table— Ember trying to get an alcoholic drink without Wes noticing and failing for the third hour and counting.

Experimentally, Garret leaned over and gave Tristan a poke. Tristan didn’t startle, like he would when he was sober. Just blinked slowly and continued to stare at the ceiling.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Garret tried.

“I’m playing beer pong in my head,” Tristan responded, like it was a calm and logical statement to make, and a normal activity to do. “I think I could calculate the parabola to make a good shot, but it’d come down to hand-eye coordination.”

God. It was easy to forget sometimes, under all of his charm and wit, but his partner was a nerd. A nerd who was staring at the ceiling and calculating parabolas for an imaginary game of beer pong.

“Are you gonna name yourself Patriarch?”

Wait, what?

“I don’t… plan to, no,” Garret responded slowly. Tristan hummed in acknowledgement, still staring at the ceiling. “Do you think I should?”

“No,” Tristan replied. “I killed the last guy. Let’s… not have any more Patriarchs. Or Elder Wyrms.” He furrowed his brow slightly, and then his eyes widened in some sort of realization. “Oh, I killed both of those guys.”

Garret winced. “You did, didn’t you?”

“Huh.” Tristan said. He didn’t say anything else for a long time. Just stared, wide-eyed, until Garret almost considered poking him again, or trying to convince him to start drinking water to hopefully curb the hangover.

“Beer pong again,” Tristan announced.

“Playing beer pong?”

“Yep.”

“How’s the math going?”

“Do you actually wanna know? You can get me a napkin, I’ll write it out.”

Garret snorted. “I’ll pass.”

Hopefully Tristan would remember this conversation in the morning. It was, maybe, one that was worth continuing on a more serious note. What it meant to be a leader of St. George, after what happened to the last one. What it meant to have killed the last one, and still remain in St. George.

But it was definitely a conversation to have while sober.

[we-were-so-beautiful]

2. day six

holy shit hi! it's me! I'm back! I will be very surprised if anybody remembers me or this story given that it's been literally six months since I posted the first chapter. my motivation, interest, energy and amount of free time for this project all fluctuate, but... this story feels like it wants to be told, and I want to tell it. so hopefully I'll manage to pop up around here with an update for it every once in a while.

Content warnings for this chapter: box boy universe, pet whump, dehumanization, cages, blood mention. I'm still getting the hang of how to tag these so please let me know if there's anything I missed.

[masterlist] [chapter one] [chapter three]

Vanessa means to wait until an hour before closing time to go to the shelter. Really, she does. She wants to give this guy as much of a chance as he can get to go home with someone, literally anyone, who’s better for him than she is. But it’s lunchtime and she’s already practically vibrating. She’s not even used to being awake by noon anymore, much less having already been up for hours refreshing the site so often it’s making her nauseous. Or maybe that’s just the all-consuming anxiety of suspense.

What if the assholes at the shelter decide that six days is close enough, and take him away before she even gets there? What if she’s fucked up and counted the days wrong, and he’s actually scheduled to die today? What if the subway’s delayed, or the shelter closes early, and she’s too late, and another person dies because she made a stupid fucking mistake?

What if, says the voice in the back of her head that she refuses to listen to, somebody takes him who’s even worse for him than me?

“Oh, fuck literally all of this,” she says to the empty room, and grabs her coat.

—

“Uh, hey, I’m here to…”

“Sign in on the sheet.” The bored-looking shelter employee doesn’t so much as glance up from her phone. Vanessa looks around; the lobby is totally devoid of anyone save for the two of them.

“I just want to know if—”

“Sign in on the sheet.”

Vanessa breathes out through her nose until her hand stops ticking long enough to write. She scribbles her name and the time, and sets the pen down with a deliberate clack on the desk directly in front of the employee.

The woman barely raises her head. “How can I help you.”

Vanessa steels herself. “Is, uh… Do you still have…” God she hates talking about people like this she hates it she hates it she hates it. “Is pet number 414374 still here? I want to…” She wants to choke on the word. “...I want to adopt him.”

The employee’s affect goes duller than ever. “Oh, he’s still here, alright,” she mutters grimly.

Vanessa only realizes how much tension she’s been holding when it floods out of her so fast she almost loses her balance. “Can I see him?”

“If you really want to,” the employee sighs. “But I’m tellin’ you, lady, you’re not gonna like what you find.”

—

“That’s him?!”

“Told you you were gonna be disappointed, lady.”

Vanessa gapes. It’s not like she’s been expecting to be okay with seeing people in cages, but she sure as shit didn’t expect… whatever the fuck she’s looking at now.

The dude is filthy, caked head to toe in blood, dirt and worse. The hair that flowed around him in his picture is matted down his back now, littered with scores of dead and decaying leaves. His ice-blue eyes are dull and unfocused. His breaths are quick and shallow, and the way they rasp in his throat makes Vanessa twitch. 

He’s lying in a heap on the single layer of newspaper between him and the inch-wide mesh of the shelter-standard cage. Vanessa sucks at math, but she thinks it can’t be more than three by three by five. The shelter profile listed him at six foot two.

The employee bangs on the metal with the back of her hand, making a horrible clanging sound that makes Vanessa want to claw her own ears off. “Hey, look alive, refurb. You got one more interested owner. Maybe try to impress this one for a change?”

“Can he even—” Vanessa starts, but the guy surprises her by slowly, painfully lifting his head. The dirt that coats his skin cracks and flakes as he struggles to push himself up on his elbows. He reaches jerkily for the front of the cage, arms trembling violently with the effort, his breathing growing more and more labored as he tries to meet her gaze.

In the split second before he collapses again, she swears he manages it.

—

“I want him.”

The employee has already turned to go, talking over her shoulder as she ambles back toward the desk. “Yeah, so if you're lookin’ for a fancy one you could try the Manhattan shelter, they sometimes—hang on, you what?” She twists back abruptly as the words actually register.

“I want him,” Vanessa says again.

The employee stares at her for a long, long minute. Vanessa can almost see her fighting the urge to blurt out, “why?” Finally, though, she collects herself, with a wildly overexaggerated shrug of her shoulders.

“It’s your money, lady,” she says, and unlocks the cage.

[w33nies]

Qué Maravilla CH.7 - 'The Rhythm and the Blues'

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Miguel O'hara x SpiderReader rating: E for Everyone bby warnings: none? lots of angst tbh summary: desperate times call for desperate measures art is not mine !!! @xia_finger on twitter!!!

------------ Ch.7 - The Rhythm and the Blues -----------

Miguel sat in a low crouch while investigating the wreckage in the abandoned warehouse. He cradled his aching head in his hands. He had never gone this long without a rapture dose before and the withdrawals were proving to be horrendous. He was irritated beyond belief and all this running around was pushing him to his limit. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. Doing math, the last dosage was about eight hours ago, he had four hours. Maybe five before any serious consequences start arising. ‘I can make that work,’ he assured himself stubbornly, ‘All of this will be taken care of by then.’ He groaned quietly while fighting another incoming headache.

“For all we know this could have nothing to do with Miles” he stood up so quickly he got light headed. He managed to catch himself on a nearby broken pipe and took a few moments to steady himself, “And we don’t have time to investigate every crime in this city.”

Unperturbed, you keep looking, rummaging through piles and piles of debris and damaged infrastructure until finally, after moving a large piece of concrete covering the brick wall, you find a major clue. “Nobody from this place could’ve done this. Look. '' Fighting dizziness, Miguel immediately gets up and walks over to see where you're pointing. Covering the wall are scores of organic spiderman webbing.

“Hasn’t begun dissolving yet,” Miguel took a few steps closer to get a better look at the material, “has to be recent.” You release the tension you had been holding in your shoulders, briefly catching Gwen’s look from the dirty window she had established as her vantage point. 

Brooklyn was big, but at least now you knew you were on the right track. “It’s a start,” you said in a low mumble to yourself, running your fingers along the webs then pulling away to fiddle with a small sample between your thumb and pointer finger. 

Miguel turned away from the evidence to scan the disastrous scene before the two of you, “Yeah,” he whispered absentmindedly, “If we can figure out what the hell went down here…”

“...Then maybe we can find Miles,” you finish making eye contact with Miguel just as he turns to face you. 

Before either of you can speak, your body visibly tenses once more. You knew this feeling all too well. A shiver travels down your spine and a tingling feeling draws at the back of your head. The best way you could describe it was like an out of body experience like a fly, or a spider, on the wall. For a moment you could see yourself, but most importantly you could see the shadow that had just made its way to the door. 

“The door.”  

“What?” Miguel asks, slightly thrown off. 

“Someone’s coming.”

You both quickly turn toward the door ready to fight. Through it walks Aaron Davis with a cigarette in his mouth and distractedly texting a message on his phone with his free hand. A second later he looks up and is immediately taken aback by the sight of what were essentially two strangers in decorative morphs suits standing in his damaged hideout. 

“What the hell!?” He points his phone back and forth between the two of you, “ Who the hell are you guys!?” 

Miguel immediately takes the reins, “I’m sorry sir. I know this is weird. But there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for this-” 

“-Okay?” Aaron stood in such disbelief he almost seemed to be on the verge of laughter,  “Floor is yours.” 

“This may be a lot to take in, but we’re from alternate dimensions and we-”

“-Oh so there's more of you now?”

“More?” Both you and Miguel inquired at the same time, taking a moment to share a look with one another. 

“You saw another one of us?” You asked hopefully . 

“Yeah.”

Miguel brought a hovering hand to the side of his own shoulder, “Was he about yay high, black spider suit, one that kinda looks like he was bleeding out his armpits?” 

“...Um,Yeah.” Aaron straightened his posture and lifted his chin, taking on a sudden wave of defensiveness. “What about him?”

“It’s important that we find him.”

“Why?” 

“Because-” Miguel stops the urge he always has to ramble about the importance and sanctity of the multiverse whenever asked, “That’s classified.But-”

Aaron interrupts with a scoff, making his way to the heavily dented workbench,“-Look I don’t know who you think you are or what you think you’re doing here,” he spoke while rolling up his sleeves before carefully equipping his mechanical claws, “But I don’t appreciate people trespassing in my shit.” He finished, methodically cracking his knuckles to further illustrate his point. 

“Trespassing?” Miguel looks around in shock, “There's a hole in your ceiling.” 

“So? Is that supposed to be an invitation? What's the matter with you?”

“Look, this is way bigger, way more important than you could possibly imagine…” Miguel then falls into his bad habit of prattling on about “the need to preserve the sanctity of the multiverse” in an almost cultish fashion.  Aaron, thoroughly unmoved, makes a show of mockingly nodding his head taking care to throw in a couple of sarcastic, “Uh Huh” or a “Wow, really?” for extra effect as Miguel continued to ramble, “Either you help us out or-”

“-Or What?” 

Miguel takes a threatening step forward, “Do you really wanna find out old man?” 

“Miguel,” you tap him on the shoulder and loudly whisper in his ear “You're not helping? You’re actually making it worse.” 

“Old man?” Aaron follows suit with a sneer, “You wanna run that by me one more time?” 

“Okayyy,” You desperately wedge yourself between the two of them in an attempt to de-escalate, “Let’s all take a moment to calm down. Believe it or not, we’re all on the same side here.” 

“No we aren’t.” Miguel spat towards you, without taking his eyes off Davis. 

“Excuse me?” 

He fully turns his attention to you, “What are you gonna do when you find Miles?”

“What does this-?”

“-You can live in fantasyland with your heads in the clouds where we have everyone gather around the fire singing fucking ‘kumbaya’ on any other day, but right now the multiverse is in real danger. As much as it sucks to believe, there are real consequences if Miles saves his father. Are you going to detain him like I asked? Or are you gonna let your stubborn idealism get the best of you?”

“Detain? Consequences?” Aaron interjects while you stand taken aback, “What the hell are yall talking about?” 

“¡Cállate!” Miguel snapped his head towards Davis,  “This doesn’t concern you.”

“You think you can talk to me like that?” 

“Look old man, tell us where the kid is before we make you.” 

“Call me that to me one more time.” Aaron lifted a finger in Miguel's face which he immediately swatted away.

“Miguel!” you yell in an attempt to retain some sense of decorum, “We’re here to find Miles, not get into dumb fights.” 

“He started it!” Both men proclaimed loudly in unison. 

“Oh my god.” You drag your hands slowly down your face in frustration. “You’re being so-so-”

“-So what?” Miguel challenged. 

“Impossible.” 

“Impossib- Can you just let me handle this?”

“Can you just listen for one second?” 

 “Can you two get a room?” Aaron yelled exasperatedly “Damn!”

“I’m not going to ask again,” Miguel turned towards  Aaron, resuming his towering stance, “Tell us where he is.” 

“Over. My. Dead. Body.” Aaron made sure to hiss every syllable directly into his face. 

Miguel huffs annoyedly, “You’re gonna regret those choice of words pal.”

“Bruh,” you sigh defeatedly. “Like I said. Impossible.”

Amidst the kerfuffle your comrades assess the scene unfolding before them from their respective hiding spots, practically cringing with second hand embarrassment. 

“Yikes” Spyder-Byte said with her teeth chipping away at her holographic nails. 

“I can’t watch,” Porker turned away, attempting to cover his large comical eyes with his tiny hands. 

“What are they doing?” Peter gripped his hair in his hands anxiously.

“Should we jump in?” Pavitir asked, positioning himself in a low crouch ready to interfere at any moment. 

“Wait, give them some time.” Gwen whispered panickedly, “I’m sure they’ll come around.” With a focused sigh Gwen closes her eyes and drums her fingers methodically, yet softly on the glass. ‘I guess desperate times called for desperate measures’ the girl thought to herself. 

Hobie watched in confusion “What are you-”

“Shhh. I’m trying to focus.” She bit back.

You’re not exactly sure how it happens, but your annoyance seems to melt away. Your anger seemed to vanish. Just as soon as you got upset, the feeling subsided to neutrality. Miguel and Aaron seem to feel this wave or this clarity as well. Both now awkwardly avoid each other's eye contact, shuffling a few steps away from one another. Aaron sighs into a more relaxed posture, awkwardly tugging his shirt collar while Miguel looks to the ground and rubs the back of his head with his hand, clearing his throat. 

You turn your attention to the smaller of the two men in front of you,  “Aaron Davis, right?” The man looks at you startled before his face becomes a cross between skepticism and intrigue.  You take a deep breath and decide to keep going. 

“In every universe except yours, there are spider-men and women.” You motion to Miguel and yourself, “A group of vigilante’s with spider based superpowers who work to protect people. You were supposed to have a spiderman, but the spider that was supposed to bite someone from here ended up in a different universe and bit Miles, your nephew. Well not him but him in an alternate universe. Anyways, Miles was sent here-”

“-Earth 42-” Miguel interrupts.

“-Earth 42, by accident. We’re trying to get him home. And well…,” you gesture to Miguel for him to speak his piece. 

“We have…Let’s just say, different views on this issue,” he starts. He shoots you a glance as if to seek your approval, so you nod to encourage him to keep going, “ But it's important that we find him. Lives are at stake. For everyone, everywhere, including your nephew… So please, Just tell us where we can find him then we’ll be out of your hair, uh-” He uncomfortably glances at Uncle Aaron's bald “-Way. We’ll be out of your way.”

Uncle Aaron softly chuckles to himself, taking a moment to look despondently out one of the shattered windows. “Jeff. His father…,” he began, “What’s going to happen to him?”

“He’s…He’s supposed to die in the line of duty.” Miguel spoke grimly, “Similar to your own-.” 

Aaron interrupts him with a heavy sigh “Yeah that- that sounds like Jeff,” he gave a disheartened laugh while attempting to rub away the sadness from his eyes, “And Miles?” 

“We’re working on it,” you attempt to reassure him. “But the only way we can look after your nephew is if you tell us where he is.”

“One thing.” Aaron said, “Promise me you’ll keep them safe?”

“They? You mean Jeff and-”

“-No, Miles. Both of them,” he asserted “Mine and yours.” 

“Both Miles? Together?” Miguel asked with newfound intrigue, "Where are they?” 

“I need you to promise me man. Promise me you’ll look after them. I would do it myself but-” Davis swallowed hard, shutting his eyes to fight off the emotion in his voice, “Please. I can't afford to lose any more family.”  

Miguel sighed  “I’ll…I’ll be sure to do whatever’s best. For both of them, but you have to tell us where they went.” 

Aaron takes a moment to mull over Miguel's answer, “They’re at the Alchemex lab.” He speaks softly, examining the claw on his hand before slowly removing it and tossing it on the ground. “Under Fitz Tower. ” 

“Why?” 

“For the collider.”

You and Miguel share a look, lightbulbs simultaneously going off in both of your heads . “Thank you, this helps a lot.” you tell him, “ Really.” 

“Yeah,” Aaron Davis whispered dejectedly, never taking his eyes off his fallen Prowler glove. “...Glad I could help.”

You put your hand on Davis’s shoulder and he looks up at you with glossy, remorseful eyes. The best you can think to do is give him a sincere,reassuring nod which he reluctantly returns. You and Miguel then immediately depart through the hole in the ceiling in which you made your initial entrance. 

Aaron Davis, however, remains in place, completely lost in thought. He removed the cigarette from his mouth that he had all but forgotten about and examined it. ‘Was this really all he could do?’ He then threw the cigarette butt down on the ground, stomping it out with his shoe. Then grabbing his Prowler glove, he made his way over to his workbench and began diligently tinkering away at his arsenal. 

“What…just happened?” Porker asked dumbfounded, “Weren’t they just fighting?”

Pav let out a loud gasp of realization, “Guys don’t you see. Through the power of empathy, compassion, and friendship they were able to-”

“-Doesn’t matter.” Gwen said hurriedly, “We gotta get moving, before Miguel gets there first,” Before she can take off, Hobie stops her in her tracks with his arm placed out in front of her.  

“You changed the rhythm” He said matter-of-factly. 

“What?” 

“They were arguing before you drummed your digits.” 

“Yeah….”

Hobie raised a knowing eyebrow, “...So, you changed it, didn’t you?”

 “...Maybe a little,” She finally conceded. 

Hobie slowly breaks into a grin then he wraps his arm around Gwen’s neck so he can give her a playful noogie, “That’s why you’re my drummer, mate.” Then they, along with the rest of the gang, jump off into the night.

---thanks for reading, few more chapters to the end

[scham-wcan]

War AU baby XD

Miss our kids, check out the War AU Rookie and I write/create for some context I think it has its own tag

Jewellery: Oddly I think in the War AU Cinder likes jewellery, it reminds her of her station and her hierarchal position. Probably more leans to black than gold though, the weight of it to her is more important than the look. Winter though I think colour means a lot, silvers were dominant for who she was but studs of black in her ears mark her as Cinder’s.

Education; Winter is very intelligent, maths and social sciences came easy to her so she is likely in a class of her own. But she knows how to play the elites’ games and not the lower classes, she just never had a lot of crossover there. Cinder probably has a lot of intuitive knowledge, like she gets logistics, physics, and politics through doing things directly tied to them. She also probably knows more lower class’ lingo than many other generals because she was one.

Sad experience: Weiss going away is probably the first time in years Winter genuinely broke down. It’s something which they all agreed needed to happen but she was saying goodbye to her sister for as far as she knew forever. I think Winter cried every hour she was alone. It was also probably one of the first times Cinder saw Winter as something besides ‘the Colonel’, she isn’t a Schnee with ice for blood and she is far from the posters. She was still not about to grieve with Winter, not yet, but she could commiserate from a distance

Secret: I think Cinder knows that Salem and the Queendom have very explicitly put her there to one day stake a crisis between the two factions. Whether that involves killing Winter or doing something else both are pretty likely. It’s why she is building her own networks to sustain herself that when, not if, that order comes she can hopefully produce an alternative. I can see Winter hiring someone eventually to keep tabs on Weiss through four different back channels, she needs to know Weiss is okay but she definitely also knows that by no means can anyone know she cares; I think Cinder would be the only one who would even know about them being linked back to Winter through the whole thing just because they collaborated on sure firing the web of information so it couldn’t lead back to Winter.

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Return to origin chapter 9

Branch wakes up to Poppy groaning in pain. He knew it was only a matter of time before he would hear it and he is prepared and ready to help.

Heading over to his girlfriends sleeping bag he gently picks her up and brings her over to his bed and covers her up it's better to lay on something soft for when your in pain.

"Thanks Branch" Poppy says trying to smile at him before groaning. He heads over and gets the ice pack along with some berries and herbs that help reduce pain. Mixing them together he makes a mixture for her to drink.

"Here drink this it will help ease the pain" He says holding out a spoon for her to drink from. She smells it and grimaces. "Ugh why does it have to smell like that?" She grimaces before quickly swallowing it but it was obvious it tasted horrible.

He goes over and grabs the ice packs he had prepared and lays them on her legs,she jolts a bit from the cold at first but soon relaxes. "Thanks Branch really I mean it" She says giving her signature overbite that he loves and her fangs make him love her even more even though he though that wasn't possible but then again you can never love someone too much.

"I'm going back to sleep haven't been able to sleep well for a couple hours" Poppy says turning over in her bed. "I will be close by if you need me just call alright?" He says and she nods before closing her eyes and he quietly leaves the room.

He has around until lunch before the claws come in if his math is right so he needs to prepare. He could make that soup again it's simple but tasty and good for a person who can't exactly leave their bed at the moment.

Nodding he heads to his kitchen and begins to make himself some breakfast along with prepping the ingredients for the soup. He has himself a simple breakfast. After filling himself up he puts the ingredients in the pot and sets it to slow simmer to really bring out the flavor and so it would be ready near lunch.

After finishing up and cleaning up the mess he suddenly comes to a realization. Since waking up nothing hurts. Nothing felt weird well other than having a new appendage in the form of a tail but not like how it was yesterday. He felt completely fine.

"Is......is the transformation complete?" He asks himself. Giving himself a onceover maybe two or three times more just to be safe he was the same as he was as when he went to bed last night. No other new appendages, no pains,no aches nothing.

He wants to laugh,it's over this utter nightmare of a week is over. That means after today Poppy only has one more stage and then she is done. She can finally leave his bunker becuase he knows what she is like when stuck in one place for too long it's just not in her nature unlike him.

He just wonders how the other trolls are going to react to them. He knows he is probably overthinking and they are some of the most accepting trolls out there but still there is always that little thought in the back of his mind, if they could forgive and accept the bergens they can accept him.....hopefully.

Shaking his head and ridding himself of those thoughts for now he decides on what to do while waiting for the soup to finish cooking. He could hear Poppy was still asleep and wasn't in pain at the moment so that's good any second where she isn't in pain is good.

He let's his mind wonder on what to do when one rears its head. When he went out the other day he tried walking,well standing on all fours and when he did he remembered it felt wrong almost like something was missing. Maybe now since this transformation seems to be complete maybe he can try again.

Looking at his paws,his new legs and his tail he sighs and first tried the same position he did when he went out. To his surprise it felt.... good, better than last time because of the pawpads on his feet. He begins to walk a bit and to his surprise he felt fine,nothing set wrong or missing like last time. His tail swaying as he walked as if to help him keep his balance.

To be honest he sort of....liked walking like this....he really hopes this isn't just some sort of instinct that was telling him this.

He still preffered to walk on 2 legs but he might start doing this when he is alone,or out scavenging or collecting stuff for his bunker. Getting back up he decides to head to his bathroom. He needs to take a look at himself again.

Heading to the bathroom he closes his eyes before reopening them as he takes in his reflection. He looks himself again in the mirror taking a good long look at himself. He places a paw on the mirror and smiles.Even with all of his new features you could easily tell it was him. He wasn't unrecognizable like he thought he was going to be.

Despite everything that happened he was still himself.

After taking one last look at himself he heads out. He decides to finish working on the book now that the transformation is seemingly complete. Grabbing it he takes a seat on his couch only to wince as he sat on his tail. "Right have to get used to this thing,that means I can't sit the way I used to anymore" He complains as be adjusts himself,this tail was going to take some getting used to.

As if knowing that he was complaining the tail thumps on the couch. Glaring at his tail he gets back to writing. Now that he has all his data he can really get to work. He is at it for a few hours up until near lunchtime. Just enough time to give Poppy her lunch and then prepare for her claws to come in.

He decides to put away the book in a drawer near his workbench and head back to the kitchen. The soup is just about done so he decides to go check on Poppy and he can tell that she is starting to wake up.

"Hey Poppy how are you doing?" He asks even though he knows she is pain it's still good to ask. "Hurting but I'm doing alright for now,though I can tell its almost time for these claws to come out I just want them out already " She complains to him.

He places his paw in hers "Don't worry it's almost time until then how about I get you some soup? I made more of the one we had a few days ago" he suggests and she nods happily as she really did enjoy it.

Going to the kitchen real quick he quickly returns with a bowl of hot soup and it smells absolutely delicious. "Mmmmm that smells so good" Poppy says as she takes the bowl from him. His tail wags at the compliment but he ignores it. "You know Poppy I can feed you if you need me to,not that you aren't capable I'm just offering!" He says trying to explain himself.

She just laughs at her boyfriend being his usual self "Its ok Branch I understand what you mean. I'm fine for now really but thank you for offering" She says happily enjoying her soup.

"So I got some good news for us after your tail grows in I am 99.9 percent sure that will be the final stage after that it will be complete" He says excited. She looks up at him her eyes gleeful "Really? Are you sure?! She asks hopeful she has been getting just a bit stir crazy and she can't wait to get outside to see her friends again. She has no idea how Branch stayed in his bunker so much but then again she didn't go through what he went through when he was younger.

"Yep pretty sure I checked myself over and nothing hurts, nothing new is growing, nothing feels weird, I feel completely fine" He says gesturing to himself. "Alright! Only one more day to go and then we are out of here!" Poppy exclaims excited she wishes she could get up and express herself more but she knows better than to do that with the current state of her legs.

"Yep its almost over" Branch says having gotten over his excitement a while ago but is still happy for his girlfriend. She soon finished the soup but doesn't ask for seconds she doesn't want to loose her lunch on accident when her claws come in. She certainly lost hers when she saw......it happening so she wants to be safe.

Branch takes the empty bowl back to the kitchen when his ears shoot up in alarm as he hears Poppys breath hitches and he quickly runs back to his room almost running on all fours as he makes it back quickly.

"Are you ok Poppy are your claws coming out?!" He frantically asks. "No but it's just about time I can feel it" She says wincing. He nods and grabs the paper towels ready at a moments notice. She chuckles at how attentive he is being right now,how did she get so lucky? She asks herself that all the time.

While waiting the two decide to play some card games to pass the time but not long into the second game her breath hitches as she yelps in pain. "Its time!" She yells as she grabs her scratching board gripping it tightly with her claws.

Branch nods and gently pulls back the overs and right before his very eyes in a matter of seconds small white claws rip out of the slits that were on her paws dripping with blood. Quickly he cleans them off and they quickly retract back into her feet. While cleaning he sees that her feet are close to being the same shade of pink as her paws.

"There we go it's done" He tells her and she sighs. The easy one was done now they wait for the part they were dreading the most. "Wow that hurt alot, I can only imagine what's coming next" Poppy says slightly panting from the pain. "Yeah there is no true way I can describe it it was just pure pain for me agonizing pain" Branch winces at the memory of it and the sounds of his screams.....he didn't even know he could scream that loud.

"So what do you want to do now? Do you want to finish playing out game or....." Branch trails off awkwardly. "Hmmm oooh how about we finish our game and then I can go back to my scrapbook! I'm almost done I'm on the last chapter" She tells him but he just looks concerned.

"Are you sure your up to scrapbook with....you know this?" He gestures to her legs. "Yep don't worry I will stop when it gets to be too much" She explains but that didn't lessen his concerns much but relents and gives her the scrapbook along with the materials.

She goes to show him what she has done so far and he has to admit that it looks good and not overly violent. Like with the fangs stage she made it to where your teeth just comically fall out not mentioning pain at all and there isn't any blood to be seen. She doesn't show anything violent with the claws and just that they grew from your paws and she even managed to make the leg transformation not as bad.

For the next few hours she continues to scrapbook as he watches beside her content to just watch her do the thing she loves to do. His tail swaying in happiness at the tranquillity of the scene he even purred a few times when she pets one of his ears every once in a while.

Though he could tell the pain was getting to her as her wincing became more and more frequent,she would take longer breaks before going back but before long she can't scrapbook anymore and has to stop. He quickly puts away the materials and turns back to Poppy who is panting more often. It was almost time,his heart is pounding like absolute crazy at the moment. Quadruple checking making sure everything is ready for the inevitable.

He keeps pacing back and forth as he continues to rub his hands together, it was his sort of nervous habit as his tail keeps twitching showing just how concerned he was getting. "Branch" Poppy calls for him and he has never run so fast. "Is it time?! I will get the-" "No no it's not that" She tells him stopping him in his tracks as he tilts his head confused.

"Branch it's ok you went through this remember? We know what to prepare for we have everything we need right here we just need to be patient and wait that's all we can do" She says gently grabbing his paw and he nods.

He sits beside her and the intervals between her groans and winces were getting shorter and shorter. "Branch I think it's time we use that gag before it's too late" Poppy says before yelping. He nods and quickly gravity and wraps it around her mouth as she bites down. She gives a muffled thank you before turning her head sideways wincing again.

It's almost time he can feel it in his bones. He hands her the scratching board and she quickly begins to scratch at it trying to release some of the stress she is having right now.

With nothing to do but what he lays his head on the bed beside her she tries to stroke his hair but every minute or so she winces and when she does ends up grabbing his hair on accident. Only maybe a half hour passes before he hears her breath hitch as her grip on her scratching board tightens so hard he thinks its going to break, and begins to scream.

Even through the makeshift gag it was still pretty loud. Twisting and turning her head like crazy as she continues to scream as tears come out of her eyes. He can't stand seeing his girlfriend in such pain but it has to happen and there's nothing he can do to help.

*Crack*

*Snap*

*Pop*

*Crunch*

His ears pin back against his head. When he heard it it wasn't as loud due to his screaming but here he can hear it in all of its horrifying glory. Gulping at what he was about to see he lifts the covers and stares.

Just like what happened to him he witnesses Poppy's legs rearrange themselves and change shape all the while making those sounds. He has no idea how Poppy didn't pass out seeing this. He wants to throw up he really does but he can't he needs to be here for her.

After what seems like forever when in reality it was only 2 minutes her legs finally become the same digigrade shape as his and the sounds stop as does Poppy's screaming.

Going over to her he removes the gag from her "Is it.....finally.....over?" She asks while panting hard. "Yep its done no more pain the worst part is over" He reassures her and she smiles before soon falling asleep from the stress and adrenaline.

Now that the worst part is over he removes everything he had put in here for this situation and begins to put them away. All the while doing that he has to agree with Poppy. He doesn't know if he will ever be able to froget what he witnessed let alone heard.

He manages to hold in his lunch thankfully but only barely. He surely hopes nobody else eats that fruit,he doesn't want to wish that upon any troll. Shaking his head after making sure was back to its proper place he heads back into his room and he is going to have her leep in his bed tonight, she needs it and he can go one day without his bed besides he can just use her sleeping bag.

Quickly doing his nightly routine he turns off the light and lays down in her sleeping bag.

'One more day and then it's all over no more pain' with that final thought he falls asleep.

Bonus

I did each stage of branchs transformation enjoy I drew what his claws looked like unsheathed for those curious.

Can't wait to show you guys what Poppy looks like next chapter so excited :D

[yourkimjaejin]

Johnny x Moxy (Minny) Moments

Here's a couple of moments in the relationship between Johnny and his little sister Moxy, Enjoy!!! ~ Author Izzy

Studying

Moxy has a one track mind. When she’s focused on something, she won’t stop until she gets it done. 

That gets in the way when Moxy was in school at SOPA

Sometime’s the rapper would get frustrated at how things were worded, how they solved math problems, and the sheer amount of homework given was overwhelming. To avoid it, she would fake like she had dance practice. Dancing all night until she was forced to spend an all nighter finishing her work

After the fifth time Moxy wandered into practice with blood shot eyes that were barely open, Johnny stepped in telling Taeyong he’d handle it.

Johnny told her that his door was open no matter the time. He’d been through what Moxy was going thru but he didn’t have help. 

Anytime Moxy needed it, Johnny would stay up and help solve any question Moxy had regarding her homework

Eventually they formed a system where the two would take over a conference room and knock out her homework for the next day

Cute

When Moxy love’s something, she studies everything she can about it. She wouldn’t be a kpop idol if she didn’t want to know more about the Korean side of her.

But Johnny can’t get enough of Moxy’s little obsessions. He finds her one track mind sooo cute

Like when it comes to wrestling, Moxy loses her collective mind. She’ll start reacting like nobodies in the room with her. He has dozens of videos of Moxy practically hyperventilating at different segments from show

Moxy has a weird eating habit. She eats all the vegetables out of her meal before any rice or meat. Seeing her dig through every section of a meal for any veggies she forgot makes Johnny want to squeeze her.

Johnny could just shake her when Moxy reads something in Korean. It’s when she sounds out the words she doesn't know. 

The audible coo Johnny releases when Moxy’s pouts or glares in frustration

Johnny think’s Moxy is the cutest when she’s listening to music. It’s like she can’t control her body anymore. She’ll start dancing and singing no matter who's around. 

The best are when they’re in the car on the way back home from a schedule. It's those times when Johnny can tell Moxy is lost in another world while listening to her music. Sometimes the two will meet each others eyes. Johnny will smile and Moxy smiles back….yeah those are the times when Moxy is the cutest to Johnny

Awe

Johnny is in AWE of Moxy

Her Strength and Fearlessness. 

Johnny and Doyoung would frequently accompany Moxy to the gymnastics gym to keep an eye on her, making sure she didn’t get hurt 

Sometime’s Johnny couldn’t watch as she threw herself into dangerous trick after dangerous trick. Doyoung would laugh at his hyung hiding behind his fingers.

The couple of times Doyoung was able to get Johnny to look up, he couldn’t help but see why Moxy was considered one of the best from her high school’s cheer squad. 

The strength she held while flipping and cartwheeling across the mat. The fearless expression in her eyes as Johnny watched her do one last rotation at the last second to land properly. 

Her Mind

Johnny could listen to Moxy talk about her passions for hours. 

The best times are when she has an idea for music videos. Johnny can’t count the nights he’s stayed up for hours listening to Moxy’s ideas for NCT music videos

Johnny always encourages her to write them down. Hopefully one day she’ll share them with the company, he knows she will

Her Talent

Johnny is pretty sure nobody is luckier than 127 to have Moxy on their team. She has so much talent it's embarrassing 

Moxy can pick up lyrics in a snap. Choreography comes so easy to her. The versatility of her voice. 

Johnny could spend hours gushing about his little sister so make not to ask him about what’s his favorite thing about Moxy cause you’ll be stuck listening for HOURS

Sexy

There's one thing that all the 127 members know and its that Moxy is considered, by a large margin of male kpop idol’s, to be one of the sexiest female idols out there

A lot of guys take glimpses at her. She never notices because they’re stopped by her fellow members

Johnny has literally seen boys stop what they're doing and gaze at Moxy with so much longing. It makes him sick.

Johnny and Moxy will get into a ton of fights because he’ll want her to cover up  but not explain why. Most of the time, Moxy will change just to get him to shut his mouth

The worst era’s for this were Favorite and Faster. 

Favorite was bad because the stylist thought of the amazing idea “Let's show off Moxy’s body after YEARS of hiding it.”. 

Dresses that stopped right before the middle of her thigh, tight in all the right places(all the wrong places in Johnny eyes). She always wore shorts underneath so she was never afraid to dance full out. 

Faster was even WORSE! Moxy was walking around in leather crop top and pants that showed off just a bit too much for Johnny

Johnny and Yuta have mastered their glares due to this ‘problem’. Jaehyun doesn’t glare so much as he blocks the view of Moxy with his body. 

Moxy hasn’t run them down because of this but it’s coming

Driving

Whenever Moxy wanted to go somewhere, It was on Johnny's gas tank. He took her and anyone with her everywhere

The unofficial reason, Johnny wanted to practice driving in Korea. The official reason, Johnny didn’t trust Moxy alone on Korean Public Transit

But like most big brothers forced to lug their sister’s around Johnny got tired of it. So he began teaching Moxy to drive

In the end, Johnny took Msquared to take their driving test together. Marks loves to rub his higher score in Moxy’s face. 

To keep in practice, one of their older members will take them out for a drive late at night so they don’t get caught by a wandering camera. This usually ends up being Johnny and 

Side Msquared note: Mark and Moxy are saving up to buy a car together

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[mara-and-its-the-same]

CONGRATS DELLA!!!! IM SO SUPER DUPER PROUD OF YOU <3

🌷 I was wondering if I could have a fluff blurb with Eddie? I struggle with anxiety and things being too much for me, so I was thinking Eddie comforting reader who is overwhelmed with school and life. Maybe a prompt could be, "c'mon...let's take a break and come back to this when we're ready."

This is usually something I do to stop my thoughts from running wild and stressing out...hopefully this is helpful, but please let me know if it's too complicated and I could totally do somethng more simple!!!

congrats again, della!!! 💘🌸🌟

Thank you 🥰🥰😚

It’s not too complicated, it’s lovely 💕(not proof read 😬)

You’ve been looking at this one page for an hour and a half, trying to sit down and get it done, but your brain didn’t seem to get the memo this was work time, not intrusive thoughts time. You think you have to be shaking with all the thoughts running around your body, a discordant orchestra of anxieties in a thunderstorm taking over your mind. You try to tell yourself you’ll be fine, it’s only one grade, your teachers like you well enough, they can be understanding. Not if they don’t like you as much as you thought they did, if this is the one time Mrs. Donner decides against partial cred—

A rapid knock in your window pulled your mind from your thoughts but the smile through the glass calmed you instantly.

“Hey sweetheart, let me in will ya? ‘S freezing out here.” You stood in front of him and pretended to contemplate it for a second, but how could you not give in to that face? It took two big pushes since the ice practically sealed it shut but as soon as there was enough space for him to get through, he ducked under and took your face in both hands. “Mornin’ sweetheart,” he mumbled against your lips and you pulled back, taking him with you since the open window was bringing in all the cold. He slid it shut and locked it then shot you a concerned look.

“Morning? Ed, it’s like 10 o’clock.”

“Baby it's 3:30, why're you still up?" He tossed himself onto your bed, still made from that morning.

"I was just–" you vaguely gestured to your desk, littered with papers. "Doesn't matter, why are you still up? Shouldn't you be home?"

"Wow, that's one way to treat a guest.”

“No–I just mean how did you get here. If it is 3, which I doubt, what are you doing here.”

"Well first of all," he picked up your alarm clock and shook it at you as much as he could with it still attached to the wall, the flashing 3:47 taunting you. "And second, I was coming home from the hideout and thought I'd take a shortcut. Then I saw your light was still on." and I was worried about you.

"Edda," it started as a joke, he always joked with you about how many times you'd call him over then immediately forget what you were going to say, so it always ended up 'Ed-uhhh' Sweetheart, you call me that so much it might as well be my name. "We're nowhere near the hideout."

"I know but I wanted to check up on you. What are you doing up?"

Your essay, fuck– your essay. "Uh, nothing, don't– don't worry about it, I'm fine. Just some school work." You rushed to sit back at your desk and started rereading to where you left off. "Don't uh– You can stay just..." you trailed off and started scribbling again. The final draft was due tomorrow and you've never turned in anything less than an 85, but that was a one off circumstance. You still had 4 hours to get it done, so close to the finish line, just this one transition sentence needs to start cooperating. If only you'd stop procrastinating... well can it really be procrastinating if it's your math set and your science lab, all due the day after but you hardly have any time at all tomorrow and, and, and...

"—Hey, you still in there, baby?" You blinked as you came back to yourself. "Hey, sweetheart." Eddie was crouched next to your seat, a hand on the back of your chair and one over your knee. He must have taken his jacket and boots off while you weren't paying attention.

"Sor–sorry, I'll uh..." you turned back to the page and reached for your pen but he reached across you for your hand before you could.

He shook his head and rubbed his thumb back and forth over the back of your hand. "C'mon," he nodded back towards your bed, "let's take a break and come back to this when we're ready."

"But it's–"

"I know what it is, and I know it's great, and I know we're gonna talk to Kelley tomorrow and figure it out." He stood up now, but leaning over you now. "Yeah?"

"Ok, but–"

"Enough with the buts, no buts. Except yours, in that bed." He smiled on one side at his own lame joke.

"That was so bad." He smiled even bigger when you stood up and let him put his arms around your waist.

"Mmm, but you love it."

"I'm not sure about that, but I love you so that'll just have to suffice."

"Suffice, it does. Your bed, m'lady."

"Thank you, kind sir." He pulled the covers down for you and gave you a look when you didn't get in. "Stay over?"

"Your dad'll kill me."

"So? You're like a cat, you've got 9 lives."

"A cat? How?"

"You're very cat like. A lil stray," you pouted and slid your hand down a curl framing his face, then lightly tugged the end. "My lil stray."

That didn't seem to convince him any further, "Stay, we have warm milk? Please?"

"Quit it with the cat jokes and I will."

"Yay!"

He slid in behind you and nudged your shoulder with his cold nose then a warm kiss. You laid in silence for a few minutes, he stopped his restless movements and when you were certain he was asleep, "meow."

He was not asleep and the way he said your name sounded like a threat to leave he'd never make good on.

"Shhh, shhh, sorry, sorry," you giggled and he laid back down beside you.

"Good night," he said with joking firmness.

"Goodnight....my kitten."

And he purred, this boy purred, freakishly realistic too.

He felt your laugh more than he heard it with the way you were pressed up against him.

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Update: BLS class & Microbiology

Hi tumblr!

I just wanted to hop on here and give an update. So, I haven't touched the BLS course material since Monday, and I didn't even get to do as much as I had wanted :( It's okay though! That class isn't until January 8th, today is December 6th, so I still have plenty of time to get that done and be ready for the in-person portion of getting my certification :) I'll do at least an hour today, like I planned. Also, since I want to be a sonographer, that means either going to sonography school right away, or doing rad tech and then furthering my education for sonography. Either way, these programs are COMPETITIVE! I was looking up if my GPA (2.6) would even have be eligible to apply, and it can be depending on the program. However, I was reading an advice post from those who do admissions into these programs, and she was basically saying that while that is the MINIMUM to apply, most years the LOWEST that gets accepted is a 3.5

I can get to a 3.6, but I'm gonna have to retake several classes and get A's in them T_T It's okay though! I'm happy my GPA isn't a total lost cause, and also I feel much more ready for college now than I did when I was a freshman. This also means I NEED to get this BLS, so I can get some work experience in this field because the post also said that some students had even lower GPA's (like maybe a 3.3) but they had other strong things about their application (other degrees, work experience, and A's in the important classes like math and science).

She said it's dependent on the program obviously, but work/volunteer experience, your interview (if they do interviews), and entrance exam scores can help strengthen your chances.

So I need to be:

Getting my BLS so I can get some work/volunteer experience

Retake classes to raise my GPA (As preferably to raise my GPA as much as I can) Since I'm paying out of pocket, and only get 3 tries at a class, if I feel burnt out, then I will take a break. I am not ruining my chances at getting into this field because I want to rush it. Good things take time.

Look into strengthening my interviewing skills

Look into what is tested on in the entrance exams, and work on studying for those too

1 and 2 are my main priority right now though, and I'm not anywhere near being able to get into a program T_T There aren't even any good ones near me. There's two at two community colleges, which I thought were better than for profit, but these community colleges aren't CAAHEP accredited either T_T They are both JRCERT. I've heard if your school isn't CAAHEP accredited, then you shouldn't even bother because you can't take your exams T_T I'm gonna look more into this

I've been trying to register to retake microbiology, because I failed it :( However, the system my school uses keeps saying it's full when it ALSO SAYS there are 2 spots available...I didn't know you can register with an add/drop form (lol) so I submitted one of those. It says it'll take 2-3 business days so...hopefully I get in T_T Wish me luck! Also, I can't believe how many departments and people I have emailed about this issue and NO ONE has gotten back to me! My school is honestly really lousy when it comes to getting back to you. I sent out like 3 emails asking for a counseling appointment. Nothing. I went in and she made me an appointment right then and there. There was no one else waiting to make an appointment...yet no one could get back to my email. My sister said she's had them HANG UP ON HER! She was in high school at the time and doing dual enrollment. Her high school counselor said he'd call them, and they ended up hanging up on him too...smh.

Anyway, enough rambling, I am gonna go and I will be back later with hopefully good news that I got my class! :D