#this is my first story

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No Good Deed || Damon Salvatore || 1

>>pairing: Damon x oc

>>genre: l2e2l, angst, smut

>>warning: Damon is so annoying but he does love his kids, Amalia ain't in this one yet, pregnancy, unsaid miscarriage, infidelity, arranged marriage, blood (duh), gore, mention of alcohol poisoning.

>>notes: bro, idek man lmao, but im just trying something that popped into my head a while ago, btw i see Amalia as jessica alba, Alexander as chase crawford, Angelica as Alexandria daddario, Aurora as Alexis Bladel.

Mystic Falls, 1864.

Amalia stared blankly as the midwife droned on, her words fading into a muffled haze. She nodded occasionally, feigning attentiveness, but her mind was elsewhere. She should have cared more—after all, this was her child—but a different ache consumed her thoughts. Damon's indifference toward her had become an unrelenting shadow over her days.

Her gaze wandered past the midwife to the window, where sunlight cast long, dappled patterns over the garden. There, Damon stood with their daughter, Angelica, his dark hair catching the late morning light. Dante and Dolce, the family's two Irish water spaniels, frolicked at their feet. Amalia remembered how Angelica had fallen in love with the dogs at the town square fair two years ago, refusing to leave until Damon bought them. Now, Damon crouched to Angelica's height, pointing at Dante and saying something that made the little girl laugh—a sound like tiny bells on a breeze.

But the moment soured when a woman approached them, her smile radiant as she kissed Angelica's cheek.

The midwife's hand on Amalia's shoulder startled her. "Signora Salvatore, did you hear me?"

Amalia blinked, forcing a smile. "I apologize, Miss Hilda. My mind is elsewhere this morning."

"Tis' normal for a woman so close to her due date," Miss Hilda replied with a knowing smile, resting a hand on Amalia's slightly swollen stomach.

"Of course," Amalia murmured, adjusting the folds of her dress. She was always expected to present herself impeccably. As the wife of Damon Salvatore—a man from one of Mystic Falls' founding families—her duties were endless. She chaired the Miss Mystic Falls Committee, orchestrated every town event, and was mother to three children, with another on the way. Expectations dictated she do all this while looking flawless. Her life was a performance, every gesture choreographed, every smile rehearsed.

Rising from the bed, she smoothed the bodice of her dress. "If you'll excuse me, I'm suddenly desperate for some tomato soup."

Miss Hilda chuckled as she gathered her things. "Oh, before I go, Signora, this one will be a boy."

Amalia paused, her lips parting in surprise. "You're certain?"

"As certain as the sun rises," Miss Hilda said with a wink before departing.

The midwife had been uncannily accurate before, predicting Angelica's gender before Amalia even knew she was pregnant. This boy would bring Damon joy, perhaps even restore some warmth to their marriage. She allowed herself a small, hopeful smile as she stepped into the garden.

"Mama!" Angelica's tiny voice rang out as she toddled toward Amalia, nearly tripping over the hem of her pale pink dress.

"Attenta, amore mio," Amalia called softly, kneeling just in time to catch her. She pressed a kiss to Angelica's flushed cheek, her heart aching at how much she loved this child.

"Fiore di mamma!" Angelica exclaimed in their native Italian, holding up a tiny blue flower in her chubby hand.

Amalia's smile widened. "È bellissimo, tesoro." She took the flower, holding it up. "Fiore in English is?"

"Flower!" Angelica chirped, beaming with pride.

"Molto brava, il mio angelo," Damon interjected, his deep voice warming the air between them.

"Where is Alexander?" Amalia asked curiously for her son, Damon looked at her face, "He's with Stefan, Father wanted to see the boy, and I left Aurora with the nurse."

Angelica squealed with delight, raising her arms toward Amalia to be lifted. Amalia obliged, cradling her daughter on her hip.

"You shouldn't be lifting her in your condition," Damon admonished, stepping forward to take Angelica from her arms.

Amalia sighed. "Damon, I'm only two months along. It's hardly—"

"Still," he insisted, his tone brooking no argument.

She hesitated, then relented. "Miss Hilda says it's a boy this time," she said, testing his reaction.

Damon's stern expression softened, his blue eyes lighting up. "Un figlio?" he repeated a rare smile gracing his pale features. "My father will be overjoyed."

Mystic Falls, 2009

"Haven't you already read that book?" Alex asked his younger sister when he saw her pull out Pride and Prejudice for the second time during the car ride. Rory turned her head to look at him from the passenger's seat and smirked. "Reading heals the mind, brother," she told him before burying her nose back in her book. Alex rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the road.

"So, why are we going back to Mystic Falls again?" Angie asked from the back seat, her eyes glued to her phone. Alex glanced at her figure in the rear-view mirror before responding, "Anna called. She told me they managed to open the tomb." Angie and Rory perked up in sync.

"Was Katherine—" Rory began, but her older brother cut her off. "You know she wasn't," he told them, his expression slightly frowning. "So, we're going to Mystic Falls to make sure Dad doesn't kill himself along with Uncle Stefan."

The three Salvatore siblings parked in front of their family boarding house, and as Angie locked the car they had ironically stolen, they prepared to go inside. However, before they could proceed, they heard the sound of breaking glass in the distance. Alex was the first to rush toward the source, followed closely by his two sisters. They caught a glimpse of a fight in progress, and without hesitation, Alex grabbed a broken leg of a mahogany chair and swiftly stabbed a female vampire in the back, freeing Stefan and Rory from her grip. Rory helped Stefan to his feet, while their father flung the other vampire across the room, sending them crashing near the fireplace.

The unknown vampire quickly got up and realized he was severely outnumbered. He scanned the room before deciding to flee. "I remember them, from 1864. They were in the tomb," Stefan shared with the rest of the group, as if they didn't already know.

"Yeah, about that," Alex interjected, his face sporting a smirk. "Why do we always have to save your asses?" Stefan and Damon rolled their eyes before looking at the three younger vampires. "How come you three are here?" Damon questioned his children suspiciously. The siblings exchanged glances before Angie spoke up, wearing a small smile. "Oh, come on, Dad. Can't we just visit you guys?" Alex and Rory nodded, agreeing with her.

Damon narrowed his eyes at the trio, their slight smiles not escaping his notice. He then focused his attention on Rory, whose eyes widened in panic under the weight of his gaze. She swallowed nervously before trying to deflect the attention away, disregarding Alex and Angie's tired groans of her name. "Well, we heard the tomb was opened and that Katherine wasn't in there, so we wanted to make sure you didn't do the impossible and be the first vampire to ever die of alcohol poisoning," she spoke rapidly, her words barely decipherable to anyone but vampires in the room. Damon rolled his eyes and replied, "I don't need any more babysitters, but thanks for the thought," before walking out of the room.

"Still can't keep a secret from your parents, huh?" Stefan asked his youngest niece with an amused smile on his face. Rory shook her head in response. "Not a chance."

//

Alex walked through the door, blood bag in hand after his visit to the hospital. He had been about to go up to his room to call Anna and arrange a meeting, as he hadn't seen her since his arrival. However, his curiosity got the best of him when he overheard his father talking to someone in the living room. "I'm not blaming you, Damon. I've accepted the fact that you're a self-serving psychopath with no redeeming qualities," he heard his father respond, eliciting an "ouch" from him. With a smirk on his face, Alex announced his presence. "Who's the brave human?"

The girl turned around, and he immediately recognized her as Elena Gilbert. Instead of shock, the vampire smirked. "You're Elena Gilbert, aren't you?" he asked, taking a sip from his blood bag. Elena nodded hesitantly, glancing at Stefan for reassurance. Stefan nodded, giving her a comforting smile, and then turned to address his nephew. "Alex, how did you know her name?" Alex sped over to the couch, plopping down on it and relaxing before taking another sip from his blood bag. "Oh, Anna told me," he replied, his focus back on the blood bag. Damon's interest was piqued at the familiar name. "Pearl's daughter? You know her?" he inquired, but before Alex could answer, his two sisters walked in.

"He's been sleeping with her since the fifties," Rory blurted out, quickly covering her mouth. Alex narrowed his eyes at her in suspicion. "How do you know that?" Rory shuddered, "Trust me, you do not wanna know how I know that," while Damon rolled his eyes.

Stefan smiled slightly, "Huh, that's weird."

Alex narrowed his eyes toward his uncle suspiciously. "And why is that?" he asked, now looking confused.

"Well, because Anna was kind of your babysitter back in the day."

Alex's eyes widened, "You're kidding."

"Nope."

Damon laughed, "Oh yeah, got her because Flora was in charge of a pageant and had to stay out late."

"Well, that is quite unfortunate," Rory said with a teasing smile on her face.

"Shut up, Aurora." Alex told her while rolling his eyes.

"By the way, the 'can't keep a secret' thing is really becoming a problem," Angie commented.

"Seriously, we can't tell you anything."

Rory let out a sigh. "I just can't lie to Mom and Dad. They probably got a witch to put a spell on me."

Damon rolled his eyes, "I can assure you, we did not do that."

Elena glanced at Stefan, then turned her attention back to Damon. "Mom and Dad?" The three younger vampires looked at her, and Angie pointed to the only human in the room. "Elena?" she asked, and Alex nodded. Stefan stepped forward, taking the liberty of introducing his brother's children to his girlfriend. "Elena, this is Alex, Angie, and Rory," he paused, smiling as all three of them waved simultaneously, "Damon's kids." Elena's eyes widened slightly before she looked at Damon, who raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, that reminds me," Angie chimed in, looking down at her phone. "Mom said she might come down here next week." Damon groaned loudly. "Why?" he asked, suddenly sounding very stressed, getting up from the couch and heading toward the staircase. Angie glanced back at her phone before responding, "Uh, she said she still needs to kick your ass for killing Lexi." Damon winced slightly. "Damn it," he whispered to himself before speeding up the stairs.

Angie looked at the close proximity between her uncle and the doppelganger and smirked before plopping down on the loveseat.

"So, uncle Stef, how did this happen?" she gestured between Elena and her uncle.

"Yeah, how come you're dating a girl that looks exactly like your oh-so-hated ex-girlfriend?" Rory questioned curiously.

"Elena's different. She is nothing like Katherine." He answered, smiling lovingly at the girl next to him.

He then turned to his niece and smiled. "How do you know what Katherine looks like?" he asked, amused. "Weren't you a year old when she got here?"

Rory smiled at him, scrunching her nose. "I've seen photos, okay?"

"Wait, so you were born in 1863?" Elena asked, shocked.

Rory nodded, still smiling. "Yup!"

"So Damon had you guys when?" Elena asked inquisitively.

"Well, I think Damon married Flora in 1859?" Stefan answered. "Alex was born nine months later."

"Wow," Elena said, still partly shocked.

Alex then suddenly got up, looking at his phone. "Well, I'm off. Got places to go, people to see."

Angie smirked, looking at her older brother. "By people, he means Anna, and by places, he means a hotel room up the road."

Alex glared at her and laughed mockingly. "Ha ha, shut up." Before speeding out the door in a rush, ignoring Rory and Angie laughing in the background.

//

Yh so thats the first chapter, okay so Amalia had Alex, Angelica and Aurora (in that order) and then she got pregnant again in 1864 but Katherine turned her when she was pregnant and the baby died obviously, Amalia took her children and ran and left Stefan and damon, ofc they met up over the years but they never stayed together and after the kids turned 20 they had a choice of staying human and turning a vampire, except aurora who got sick and damon turned her against her will when she was 18.

I also want to emphasize the salvatores Italian heritage because I think its beautiful so Amalia is shown to be Italian too, and Amalia's name is pronounced Amelia, thats just the Italian spelling.

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Chapter 1: Am I Really Going To Do This?

Licea Looked Out Her Window With Bore.... She Just Couldn't Put Herself Too Sleep.

She Tried Counting, Breathing, Zoning Out and everything else but nothing seemed to work.

But Something Caught Her Eye.

A Cat And A Rabbit?

"How Peculiar?" She Questioned, She Wanted To Ignore It But Her Curiosity Got The Best Of Her.

She Turned Around Away From The Window.

"My Mind Just Playing Tricks On me" She Said As She Went To Sit On Her Bed.

And there she sat with her eyes closed debating with her mind.

"Stay Home And Try To Sleep"

"Go Out And see"

"Come On Licea Just Leave, You're Only Going To See A cat and rabbit.... Nothing Else, What's The Harm in that?"

"Licea I Think we Should stay home, you don't know what's out there and what If we get caught!"

"GO LICEA!"

"STAY LICEA!"

"GO!"

"STAY!"

They Started Yelling at her.

She went back to the window to see if they were still there.

And they were, she looked back at her bed and at the window once more.

Then she cracked her room door open and saw the guards sleeping as they rested up against the wall with staff in hand.

"I'll Just Go To See them, Then Come Back To Bed"

She Opened Her Closet And Got Her Coat Because It Was A Very Cold Night.

Once She Put It On, She Took A Breath In And Went To Open Her Door.

She Slipped Out The Door And Proceeded To Quietly Make Her Way Down The Hallway And Not Wake The Guards At The Same Time.

As She Made It To The Beginning Of The Stairs, She Stood And Thought.

"Am I Really Going To Do This?", She Looked Back At Her Cracked Door Then Back At The Stairs.

She Took Her Chances And Quietly Walked Down The Stairs, She Felt Adrenaline Pulp Through Her but She Didn't Know Why, All She Is Doing Is Going To Look A Cat And Rabbit.

After Awhile Of Her Being In Her Thoughts She realized she Made It To The Bottom Of The Castle Stairs.

And There She Stood In Front Of The Castle Doors.

"Am I Really Going To Do This?" She Questioned Herself Once More.

She Took A Deep Breath In And Opened The Doors And When The Whiff Of Air Hit Her She Let That Breath Go.

She Can't Remember The Last She Was Outside With A Guard Or Someone Watching Over Her.

She Looked Down And saw The cat and rabbit.

"Hello" She Me Greeted Them but they Ran The other way.

"Hey Wait!" She Yelled And Ran After Them As Well.

They Ran Into The Woods And She Seemed To Be Becoming Farther And Farther Away From Home But She Didn't Care To Notice.

They Running Finally Comes To A Stop When She Reached A Hole In The Ground, The Cat And Bunny Stopped Directly In Front Of It And Looked At Her.

"Why Have You Lead Me Here?" She Asked, They Said Nothing nor did any gesture.

But Turned Around And Jumped In The Hole.

She Gasped And Looked Down Hole And Saw Darkness.

Something Told Her To Turn Back And Go Home, While The Other Said Said Jump.

She Looked Behind And Saw Nothing But Trees.

She Turned Back To The Hole Took And took a Deep Breath In.

"I Got Nothing To Lose"

She Said As She Let Herself Fall Forward.

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casa de dulce. - prologue; part one.

Raphael Castañeda may be a lot of things, but he never expected that a petite Political Sciences student would become his roommate and a person who'd make his sweet life even sweeter.

prologue. - part one.

"Order for table 26! Takeout!" A click of the bell, pressing numbers on the counter, proceeding to take the next order, creating their orders, calling them, and repeat. This was Raphael Castañeda's usual routine in his coffee shop that he named "Casa de Dulce" or House of Sweetness. The name was coined in his high school days, dreaming to take up culinary arts. He is currently taking up the course in St. Dominic Institute, the best university in the area, and in his second year; a vacant building space near the school was gifted to him by his parents in his eighteenth birthday, but it's his allowance that got him to where it is today. It's a hit in the area since it's nearby a train station, a lot of schools are around, and office buildings as well. They find Raphael's desserts and pastries enticing, in which he always gets flustered when they compliment him face-to-face. 'There was still something missing,' he often thinks, 'and I don't know what it is.'

He doesn't really know that the answer to his thoughts came inside his café with a chime to the bell, although this setting is more of a cliché perspective. The wide-eyed girl, with medium length brown hair and round frames sitting on her nosebridge, looked really tired and wary of her surroundings that she kept looking around, clenching on her luggage tightly until she reached the counter. She was unfamiliar, he thought, probably someone new.

His train of thoughts is interrupted when it was her turn to order, but rather he became momentarily flustered at how her brown orbs scanned the menu, as if she was trying to memorise its entirety. "Dine in, please. A strawberries-and-cream frappuccino, the tallest cup, and half of a whole NY cheesecake."

Raphael's eyes widened at the peculiar order. Was she serious. . . ? "Sorry, I didn't get the last part. How many slices of cheesecake?"

"Half of a whole." She confirms. "I haven't gotten a wink of sleep as class starts the day after tomorrow, and my parents only let me out last night. I just arrived."

"Oh, really?" He hums, punching her order. "Do you want espresso shots to come with your frappe? I could arrange for that." The brunette shook her head and formed an X-sign with her arms. "I do not handle my caffeine well." She giggles, taking out her credit card. "I'd rather run on sugar rush than on a caffeine boost, I guess?"

Usually tired people wouldn't pass up the idea of a booster in their drink but somehow she declines it. That made Raphael curious in a way, but then as he swiped down her card he could really sense the tiredness in her voice. "What's the day today again? I lost track."

"It's a Saturday, ma'am. . . . what's your name?"

"Ion. To spell it, I-o-n." He faintly blushes at how seemingly innocent her tired voice is, while writing her name down the cup. "Your order will be up in a few. Please be comfortable here, and thank you for choosing Casa de Dulce."

The girl gave him a grin before settling down on one of the window seats. He found her to be quite odd, stealing glances at her whenever he can while making her order, plating four slices of cheesecake in a large platter, even putting fresh strawberries on top of each, before chiming the bell, signaling that her order is ready.

Perhaps he would like to admit to himself that he finds her adorable savouring the cheesecakes and the frappe. It shows a bit of her personality, from his perspective. From swinging her legs in every bite, the excited sounds she makes as she pops a strawberry in her mouth. A part of him hopes they go to the same university, but there are a lot of universities in this area. While his café is not yet busy because of the early time, (5:45, he notes as he glances from the clock) he didn't realise he was still staring at the cheesecake girl.

"I'll just make more cakes at the back." He glances at his coworker before entering the kitchen. It might be enough to clear his mind.

His phone buzzes in his apron before preparing what he has to do, stopping him in his tracks. It was one of his older friends, Charlie, who was overseas at the time due to work, and thus he answers the call. "What's up?" He asks, rubbing the sleepiness off his eyes. "Remember the bet we agreed on and I won?" The other line instantly said.

"Yeah, I do." He mumbles. "You told me you'll probably be needing my help when the time comes. What do I have to do now?"

"Well, there's this cousin of mine. She'll attend your uni, first year in Political Sciences. She could use my apartment but I forgot to give the key to her, and I have to be away for like, 6 more months."

"Uh huh. So what do I do. Break in?"

"No, idiot." Charlie sighs through the phone. "I want to ask you if you could take her in while I'm gone. Just six months. I'd even pay you if needed."

"Are you serious? You used female pronouns so of course it's a girl. You know how I already told you guys I never let girls stay, or even come, into my apartment."

"It's just for a while. She can cook and tend to herself, you don't need to babysit her. I'm just asking you to let her stay." His friend tries to persuade. "She's a total introvert despite her sugar rush, and if you had anyone over they wouldn't even know thst she's there. Please?"

"Sigh. Give me her name and phone number."

"Yes!" The worried tone of Charlie's voice became a relieved one. "I'll text you. Thanks a lot."

"Yeah, yeah, sure. I owe you big time anyway."

It was quite true, the older became the latter's emotional support and was one of his first friends.

midget brother figure:

her name's marion, eighteen, really pretty. you have to get through me first if you like her, though! her phone number's ****-***-****.

giant younger brother:

i'm not interested in relationships, you know that. but thanks anyway. less hassle

Typing the phone number and dialing, the other person picked it up immediately. There was both a sense of familiarity and unfamiliarity with her voice. "Hello, who is this?"

"I'm your cousin's friend, mayhaps he entrusted you to my care. Where would you like to meet?" He responds rather immediately. She hums, trying to remember her location. "I'm in Casa de Dulce Café. Is that near your location, or should I move to a different place?"

"No! It's okay. It's convenient." He steps out of the kitchen. "Perhaps you could tell me which table you're in?"

"Hm, table. . . 13." She quips. He scanned for the location of the table in his shop, and found himself walking towards an unexpected person.

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okay i finished part one!! yay

drop by at my curious cat [ curiouscat.qa/kyeeoot ] if you have suggestions or comments or anything aaaa

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A new beginning: An OC story

Small intro

Remedy and Nightshade had just boarded the Lost Light, who are Remedy and Nightshade you might ask. Remedy was a simple nurse back on Cybertron. During the war she had helped a large Decepticon seeker who was close to death, her name was Nightshade. The two then fled Cybertron after being caught and they were announced as traitors. After the war the two wound up stranded on a barren planet with a broken ship and a sliver of hope. Rodimus and his crew found the two femmes and brought them on board in hopes they could start all over.

Chapter 1

It had been about 2 weeks since Rodimus and a few of the other’s found Remedy and Nightshade stranded on a small planet in the middle of smack nowhere. Apparently the two had fled Cybertron during the war so they pretty much wandered from planet to planet for the past few thousand years and finally breaking down on a small barren planet with having no luck contacting for help until the Lost Light came around.

Nightshade was a Decepticon seeker, a little larger than most seekers but undoubtedly had the biggest heart of any con out there. Due to personal issues involving her fellow seekers she had become rather quiet and kept to herself when she meets new bots. Remedy on the other hand was a bit more social, always has been. She was also a nurse wanting to become a medic. She had experience during the war which is what led to her and Nightshade leaving in the first place. While the war was going on Remedy got the privilege to help the wounded on the battlefield, however she had saved the life an injured decepticon by the name of Nightshade. Remedy was accused of betrayal by helping the enemy so she and Nightshade fled Cybertron together to avoid arrest or worse, death. To this day they wandered around here and there trying to avoid everything pretty much the entirety the war went on. But then they were welcomed aboard the Lost Light with open arms.

After settling in Ratchet had allowed Remedy to set up some of her stuff in the medbay. Remedy was like a daughter to Ratchet, he practically raised her since she was a sparkling so he was happy to see she was safe after all these years and he agreed to mentor Remedy so she can become a medic. Nightshade didn’t exactly adjust as quickly as Remedy did, she was very shy never really left the room she shared with Remedy. The only other Bot Nightshade had actually talked to was Rung and it was usually about her personal issues. She also became pretty good friends with Whirl of all bots which kinda worried a few of the others. Remedy was pretty much friends with just about everyone on the Lost Light she wasn’t particularly fond of Rodimus due to his constant flirting. She and Swerve were pretty much best friends, She talked to Rung on quite a few occasions, she was just a social butterfly.

Today was.. what would be considered normal on the large ship. Swerve was running his bar and chatting away as he does, Ratchet was busy working in the medbay and Rodimus was most likely spinning in his chair and annoying Ultra Magnus. Nightshade was talking with Rung and Remedy had been given some time off from her medical work for the day so she decided to go hang out at Swerve’s for a little bit. On the way there Remedy hadn’t been paying much attention and suddenly collided with a large chassis and falling to the metal floor in the process. She then heard the voice of the one she so stupidly walked right into. “I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” Remedy looked up making optic contact with who was in front of her, it was non other than the ex decepticon and now overly spiritual mech known as Drift. Remedy had only seen Drift one other time. She was helping Ratchet in the medbay when Drift walked in to talk to Ratchet, Remedy had looked up from her work simply giving him a small smile but then he suddenly left in a hurry. Remedy simply shrugged it off and hasn’t thought about it since.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Drift continuing to ask if she was ok, she then noticed he had offered to help her up so she put her small server in his larger one and he helped her to her pedes. The two just stared in silence for a few moments until Remedy suddenly spoke up. “I’m sorry for running into you like that, I should’ve been paying attention. I guess I been working myself too hard lately.” Drift gave her a weak smile, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s fine. By the way I’m Drift, I never got to actually meet you.” Remedy smiled back at the larger mech before her. “My name is Remedy.” It was that moment the two looked down and noticed their servos still intertwined together, a tint of blue spreading across their faces as they pulled their servos away from one another.

A few more weeks passed and Remedy and Drift had gotten pretty close, they weren’t a couple but they did spend a lot of time together. Meanwhile Nightshade was having one of her scheduled sessions with Rung. She felt safe enough to finally start opening up to the crew’s psychiatrist so he made sure to make time to see her at least once a week. “So yeah my own siblings basically bullied me my entire life. despite me being larger than all of them they always managed to abuse and manipulate me.” Rung sat in silence processing what all he had just heard, a look of sadness on his face. “So this is why you’ve kept to yourself this whole time?” Nightshade simply nodded her helm and stared at the floor.

“I’m just worried I’ll be treated that way again. All I ever wanted was to be with bots who actually care about me. Remedy was there when I was close to death but I worry that some of the other bots here might judge me.” Rung placed a servo on Nightshade’s shoulder plating and gave her a reassuring smile. “As your psychiatrist and your friend I can assure you that you are perfectly safe here and to be honest I’m pretty sure your crimes are nothing compared to some of the others here. Have you socialized with any of the other misunderstood bots on board?” Nightshade shifted her gaze back to Rung: “I have talked to Whirl quite a bit, he seemed like the only one I could relate to. Some of the stuff he says can be pretty violent but I guess that’s just his sense of humor and how he deals with everything.”

Rung gave a nervous chuckle. “Yes Whirl is rather.. unique in my perspective, very straightforward and sometimes terrifying.” Nightshade gave a weak smile thinking about the few occasions she had seen Whirl stalking through the hallways like a creeper, it was just something he did to get a reaction out of whoever would run into him in a dark corner. “He’s just weird like that I guess, I really find it unbelievable that he would truly hurt anyone. I think he just enjoys intimidating everyone.” Rung laughed at her comment but agreed nonetheless. “Well as much as I would love to continue chatting with you Nightshade, I’m afraid our time has come to an end. You are more than welcome any time but I still wish to continue with these weekly sessions if that’s alright.” Nightshade gave a warm smile and thanked Rung for listening to her problems and agreed to come back the following week. She then left Rung’s office and went about the rest of her day.

On the way to Swerve’s Nightshade could hear Remedy and Ratchet talking in the medbay, they were mostly talking about medical stuff but then Remedy asked the one question she and Nightshade were terrified of finding the answer to. “Have they forgotten? You know about the incident?” Ratchet gave a long sigh, not even looking up at the young femme. “I’m afraid they haven’t, Everyone on Cybertron, Autobot and Decepticon knows what happened that day. No one really talks about it these days but that doesn’t mean it’s been forgotten entirely.” Remedy felt her spark sink, she had hoped after all these years and especially with the war ending that everyone would’ve completely forgotten about her saving Nightshade’s life. “What will happen to us if we return?”

Ratchet suddenly stopped his work to look up at Remedy, his face showed signs of worry and uncertainty. “You were wanted for Betrayal, a search went on for a while. Everyone was demanding you be arrested and Nightshade be killed with other Decepticon prisoners, that being have them rounded up and strap bombs to them.” Remedy could feel her frame rattle in fear from the mere thought of her dear friend being blown up and the thought of being arrested and treated as a criminal made her wanna cry. “They wouldn’t still do that to us now right? I mean after all this time and the war being over surely they might could look past that and everyone can be happy.” Ratchet placed a servo on Remedy’s shoulder, looking straight into her orange optics. “I can’t guarantee you’ll be pardoned for your previous actions, what you did was a serious thing. Saving the life of the enemy? That’s not just something you can forgive so easily Remedy.”

Remedy sighed and made her way out of the medbay, her helm pounding with the information given and her anxiety building up at the thought of being arrested or killed. As she left the medbay she was stopped by Nightshade who looked as if she had been crying. “Say it isn’t true. Tell me they’re not gonna kill me and arrest you for the dumbest thing imaginable! That whole war was bullshit and you know it!” Remedy was shocked by Nightshade’s sudden outburst but tried to keep a calm demeanor. “Look, Ratchet said he doesn’t know if they would punish us or not, maybe now that the war is over we’ll be forgiven and we can live normal lives like we did before it even started.” Nightshade then pulled Remedy into a hug and began to cry. Remedy patted her on the back to reassure her that everything would be ok. “I promise things will get better.”

[ditzy-daydreamer1]

Tfw u post a story u wrote on ao3

[reaperroadkill]

My Grandpa Sends Me Kisses From Heaven.

Summary: Y/N gives her husband Grayson a very special gift after having their baby. 

Warnings: fluff,  angst 

Word Count: 833

“Baby, come here please!” I called out to my husband, Grayson. He was in the kitchen while I was putting our three-week old son, Sean Junior down for his evening nap. Soon after, his heavy footsteps were heard throughout the house. 

“What’s wrong? Is everything okay with bubs?” He asked in a  panic as he entered the nursery... Always so so so protective of the new love of his life. As soon as he read the words: “I’m going to be a daddy!” on a cake I got him for his birthday, he was worried about everything. By the time I was just eight weeks pregnant I could not do anything. Grayson refused to let me tie my shoes, pull up my pants by myself, he even moved everything in the cupboards on the lowest shelf possible so I wouldn’t have to reach very high. And it only got worse from there. He followed me everywhere. It got annoying after a while but once I asked him for a little bit more space, he agreed. 

Our little boy was born on the same day that Papa Sean was. Grayson was so upset that entire week. He couldn’t believe that it had been seven years since he last got to celebrate his old mans birthday with him. But when your water broke at eight o’clock the night before and you both heard the first cries of your little boy directly at midnight, Grayson knew that it was his father who had blessed him with a baby. That night, he looked up to the stars and prayed to the man that meant everything to him, raised him to be the gentleman he was and he thanked him for blessing him and his wife with  a baby. 

You had hired a professional photographer and editor a few days after Sean Jr. was born. You gave him  pictures of you, Grayson, Lisa, and Ethan when S.J. was first born. You wanted to have Sean photo shopped in those pictures because it was a dream of his to have grandchildren. He would’ve loved your little angel with everything in him. 

Ethan even made the giant picture frame. You wanted everything to be perfect for Grayson. After all, he gave you everything you’ve ever wanted and more. 

When Grayson saw the giant box like thing wrapped in paper he was beyond confused. “What is this? Please tell me you didn’t carry this? Hun you’re supposed to be resting, not carrying things around? How much does it even weigh?!”  

“Gray calm down. I didn’t bring it up here, Ethan snuck inside through the back door a little bit ago. It’s for you. Open it please.” I grabbed his cheeks and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips. I knew he was going to cry and I was trying my best to brace myself for it.  

He went and sat down in the rocking chair and patted his lap, gesturing for me to come sit. After doing so, he rested his forehead against mine. “Thank you for everything. I love you so much and my biggest dream wouldn’t have come true if it wasn’t for you. I know I tell you this everyday but I can never say it enough.” He whispered with tears forming in his eyes. 

He quietly opened the gift, not wanting to wake up the baby. And when he saw it a gasp fell from his lips. 

The outside of the frame had ghosted pictures of Sean in the hospital room. He had his arm around Grayson, both of them smiling down at the baby. Lisa and Sean together looking at their grandchild, with the absolute biggest smiles on their faces. It was their love, their love created two amazing little twin boys and one of those twins created another little angel. 

The two photos that really got Grayson teary? Him, his father, his brother and his first born son all in one image. He wished all of these pictures were real. He wanted to call his father so badly and ask him how the fuck he’s supposed to be a father because he has no idea. His father made it all look so easy and he feels like he’s not doing a good enough job at parenting. All he wants is to make his old man proud. The other photo? The family portrait. All of Graysons most loved one’s are in one photo, it was taken in their living room after being able to take Sean Junior home for the first time. The entire Dolan Family was there, but his dad was in the back with a set of angel wings and halo. 

And in the middle of these photos is a letter Sean wrote to his future grandchildren when he found out he was sick. The last line he wrote was: “I may not always be with you, but just know that I will always love you. Papa sends you kisses from Heaven.”   

[cjwallflower]

Philip’s duel

Word Count: 2514 words

Genre: Angst

Warnings: TW, death, blood, swearing

Philip sighed as he looked up at the overcast sky. It was a boring day, but he knew tomorrow would be better. He was planning on proposing to his long term girlfriend, Theodosia Burr Alston, after 3 years. Philip smiled as he felt the small box in his pocket, but his smile dropped when he heard his father’s name. He turned to see a man he vaguely knew as George Eacker up on a parapet, preaching to a crowd, and abusing his father’s name. Philip grew angry and stormed over.

“Hey! What are you saying about my father?!” he yelled, silencing the crowd and even the man who’d been slandering his father’s name.

But the corners of Eacker’s lips turned up into an amused and all the more aggravating smirk. “Your... father?” he asked, placing a hand on his hip and sneering at the shorter boy, who glared more.

“Yeah. What. Did you say. About. My. Father?!” Philip growled through gritted teeth.

Eacker suddenly burst out laughing, as did a few others. “You’re telling me, that you’re the son of that cowardly, good for nothing piece of shit who doesn’t deserve to live?!” he asked, wheezing.

Philip’s eyes were ablaze, and he only saw red as he punched Eacker square in the jaw. The whole crowd went silent. “Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is, then?” he growled lowly, and Eacker glared.

“Let’s talk over there” he said, and dragged Philip away from the crowd.

Philip would’ve usually been intimidated by that gesture, but he was too fuelled by anger. He growled up at Eacker, whose jaw was now bruising. “You. Me. Tomorrow at dawn. For a duel of gentlemen” he said through bared teeth, but was more infuriated when Eacker had that same shit eating smirk on his face and nodded. Furious, he glared hotly at Eacker, and pushed past him, going home. He had a duel to prepare for.

The door to Alexander’s study slammed open. The aforementioned man looked up from where he was grading tests, and was concerned when he saw his son with a murderously angry look in his eyes.

Philip only uttered three words as he met Alexander’s eyes. “Where’s the guns?”

Alexander’s eyes widened and he shook his head, as if awakening from a dream. “What?” he asked softly, and flinched as Philip got more angry.

“Where. Are. The. Guns?”

Alexander realised he’d heard his son correctly and started to shake a little, honestly terrified. He pointed to a safe in the wall. “I-In the s-safe..” he managed out as his son advanced to the safe. “Ph-Philip, wh-what’s going o-on?”

Philip spun the lock, glaring at it. “A man named George Eacker was smacking you around in the streets. I challenged him to a duel.” he cocked a gun, clicking it into safety. “And I’m not going to lose.”

Alexander’s mouth fell agape and he stood up. “What?! No! You-“ he tried to reason with his son, but Philip definitely wouldn’t let up on this one. “Just because someone says something bad about me doesn't me-“

Philip cut him off by meeting his eyes. Tears of anger were streaming down his face. “No! He went too far dad, I’m not gonna let it slide!” he exclaimed, making his father flinch again. This was scarily unlike the Philip Alexander had known for 19 years.

A beat of silence resonated between the two as they stared into each other's eyes.

In Alexander's eyes, there was fear. People often died in duels if shot in a really bad area, and Philip was only 19. He didn't have training, and though he was definitely smart enough to figure it out, Philip didn't even know how to fire the gun. But then he read the look in Philip's eyes, and tears welled in his own.

Philip's eyes had so many different emotions in them. First, foremost, and most prominent was anger. He wasn't angry at his father for trying to stop him, but he was too angry at Eacker to be stopped. Secondly, spite. This one was subtle, almost nonexistent, as Philip was never spiteful. The only reason Alexander recognised it was because that look was no stranger to Alexander's own iris, and he suddenly knew how it felt to be on the other side of that terrifying gaze. Finally, there was a flicker of fear, and Alexander realised that Philip didn't want to duel Eacker, but he wasn't going to let anyone hurt his father's name. Not whilst he was alive, that is. Alexander came to the realisation that he couldn't stop Philip no matter how much he wanted to, no matter how hard he tried, and pleaded, and reasoned with his son. Philip was going out to those duelling grounds, and not even God Himself could stop him.

Alexander sighed, hugging Philip tightly. "Take my guns, be smart" he warned.

Philip hugged back, bearing a smile. "I'll make you proud, Pops."

"You always do."

The next day, Philip awoke before the sun peeked over the horizon. He contemplated resuming his previous sleeping state, but as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he sat up. The barrel of his father's pistol glimmered in the moonlight.

Philip got up with a soft sigh, looking in the mirror and smoothing down his wild curls and looking in the mirror as he got dressed. He slipped the small velvet box into his pocket, thinking to himself, 'I'm going to win this duel for the Hamilton name. I may as well if I'm going to bring another person into it'.

Philip pulled on his jacket, looking around and making sure he hadn't woken anyone up. He stopped in front of his parents' room, looking at them cuddling and sleeping peacefully. He smiled softly, sighing silently. "I'll make you proud, Pops. I love you, Mom. I'll see you after the duel" he whispered in the silence, and set off into the cold November dawn.

Eacker and his friend were there when Philip arrived with his friend and a doctor that both friends knew. George looked nervous in his eyes, but he still had that cocky grin on his face that made Philip's blood boil over. Despite his apparent anger, he attempted to be cordial with the man he'd soon shoot. "Mr. Eacker! How was the rest of your evening?" he asked, but glared when his attempted kindness was spat to the ground.

"I'd rather skip the pleasantries, let's go" Eacker growled.

"Fine by me."

Philip sighed as the pistols were mixed around and given to the men. Philip's friend looked at him. "Philip, can we just call this off?" he whispered lowly, but Philip didn't budge.

"Under no circumstances do you let him win this argument, got it?" Philip asked, and his friend sighed, approaching Eacker's friend.

As the two tried to negotiate, Eacker and Philip glared into each other's eyes. George was a little unsettled by the look of hatred, malice, and pure, unbridled rage in Philip's eyes, but George stood his ground like a man. In reality, Philip was more scared than Eacker, but his father had taught him the basics that he needed to know in order to win this battle. Both friends came back with the news that there would be no peace, and they were clear to duel. Philip took a deep breath as the men started counting to ten.

One.

Philip passed Eacker as they both took their first step. He closed his eyes, thinking about the advice his father gave him. 'Look him in the eye, aim no higher. Summon all the courage you require. Then slowly and clearly aim your gun towards the sky' Alexander's voice rang in his head.

Two.

Philip thought of said father, and how proud he'd be when he came home with his head held high. He'd pat Philip on the back, and tell him he did a good job. His father was already proud of him, but this would validate it even more. He smiled to himself. "I'll make you proud, Pops" he whispered.

Three.

Philip's mind flashed to his mother. She was already feeling down because of recent events. Most prominent of those events was grieving over the loss of her father, whom Philip was named for. A brief spot of doubt flashed in his mind. 'What if I end up dying in this duel?' he asked himself, but straightened up, nearly slapping himself. 'No. I'll come home for breakfast, and she'll cry with pride. I'm not gonna leave her.'

Four.

Philip then thought of all his younger siblings. He was the eldest, and when they needed someone to fight the monsters under the bed, he was always there. He was their brave soul who cradled them when they couldn't sleep, and sung them lullabies and told amazing stories during dinner. They all looked up to him, and he knew he'd live to protect them another day.

Five.

Philip thought about Aaron Burr, his girlfriend's father. Burr never liked him, and just tolerated his father. Philip was constantly threatened by Burr, and once almost lost his life due to a misunderstanding where Theo Jr had been crying over a book where an innocent's life had been taken, and Burr had thought Philip had hurt her. If he saw that Philip could hold his own, and defend against opposition, maybe he'd finally have Burr's stamp of approval. In that case, he had to make Burr proud, too.

Six.

Philip saw Theo Jr in his mind. The wind blowing her beautiful curls, the sun kissing her beautiful soft skin, her brown eyes sparkling in the sunset. He imagined her face when the moment came for him to get down on one knee. As he raised his gun to shoot to the air, he smiled. 'I have people to live for. I'm gonna win this. I'll make them all proud, and later, I'll propose to Theo, and it's gonna be so perfect. I love you so much, Theo'

Seven.

Eacker turned around and fired his gun.

Everything seemed to stop, the world stopped turning. The men stopped counting, the duelers stopped pacing, and Philip stopped thinking. Philip felt the bullet fly into side and get stuck in his right arm. He shakily looked down at the bullet wound, the blood oozing out, and he collapsed to the ground, quickly losing consciousness as the doctor rushed to his side.

The phone at the Hamilton household rang loudly, as Aaron Burr and his small family of three sat with Alexander in his living room, having tea. Eliza was still sleeping, so Alexander answered quickly before it woke his wife up.

"Hello, is this Alexander Hamilton?" asked a soft female voice. Alexander was uneasy.

"Yes, may I ask who's calling?"

“This is the receptionist at Orlando Hospital. I’m calling in regards to your son, Philip Hamilton. He has you listed as his emergency contact”

Remembering Philip had gone dueling, Alexander's eyes widened. "What's happened to Philip?"

The receptionist's next words felt like a spear had pierced his heart.

“He’s been shot in the side. We think it may be fatal”

Alexander dropped the phone in shock. Hearing the noise, Aaron looked over into the kitchen. "Alex? Alex, are you alright?" he asked gently.

Alexander turned to them, trembling with wide eyes that were welling with tears. "Ph-Philip's been.. shot.." he managed out.

Aaron's eyes widened and he jumped to his feet. "What?!" he asked. Theo Jr covered her mouth in shock, getting to her feet as well, tears pouring down her face. Aaron quickly pulled her and Alexander to his car to drive to the hospital.

As they approached the hospital, Theo tried desperately to wipe her tears, and she only had one thought on her mind.

'Stay Alive, Philip...'

The trio rushed into the waiting room, two of the three crying desperately. Alexander saw the doctor that had been at Philip's side at the time of the duel. Holding back a sob, Alexander rushed forward to see the doctor.

"Where's my son?!" he asked, gripping the doctor's shoulders. "Where the fuck is my son?!"

The doctor flinched, but recognised Alexander. "Mr. Hamilton, come in, they brought him in half an hour ago, he lost a lot of blood on the way over.

Theo ran over and joined them. "Is he alive?!" she cried desperately.

The doctor hesitated. “Yes, hes alive, but you have to understand, the bullet entered just above his hip and lodged in his right arm-“

Aaron cut him off, holding his daughter tightly. "We need to see him. Now."

The doctor led the three to Philip's room. "I’m doing everything I can, but the wound was already infected when he arrived" he said.

Theo sobbed into her father's chest. "Will he stay alive?!" she asked, but the doctor didn't answer her. If it weren't for Aaron holding her up, she'd have collapsed by now. It didn't help seeing Philip's blood splattered across the doctor's uniform.

They entered the room to see Philip in the hospital bed, festering and weak. He had a thin stream of blood leaking from his mouth, and his hands and clothes were drenched in his own blood, a terrifying sight to see. What was most unsettling was how leaking through the bandages was more blood, accompanied with a strange yellow colour. Theo cried and rushed to his side, holding his bloodstained hand. Philip's hazel eyes weakly opened. As he tried to talk, he choked out even more blood. He finally managed one word that broke Theo's heart when she heard his normally soft, cheerful voice now breaking as he lie on the brink of death.

"H...Hey..."

Theo sobbed harder, her heart clenching as she stared at him. Philip managed a weak, bloody smile, and he squeezed her hand, wincing in pain. Theo cupped his face gently, tears clouding her vision. "O-Oh... O-Oh dear god, Ph-Philip... Philip why..?" she asked softly, her heart aching as she stared at her dying boyfriend.

Philip's smile only widened painfully. “I-I showed h-him.. u-us H-Hamiltons.. w-we aren’t w-weak..w-we...aren't..c-cowards...” he whispered, closing his eyes.

Theo's eyes widened and she started sobbing. "Ph-Philip! No, don't go yet!" she cried.

Thankfully, Philip’s eyes opened a little. “I-I’m... still... h-here...” he croaked, coughing up more blood. Theo smiled softly at him, trying to stay calm. She couldn't control the flow of tears streaming down her face however.

Suddenly, the door burst open again. There, shaking and sobbing, was Eliza. “Philip!” she cried, hugging him tightly. Philip hugged back. “Wh-what happened? Wh-who shot you???” she sobbed.

“I-I.. got i-into a d-duel.. a m-man.. talked.. b-bad about.. P-Pops..” he managed out.

"M-Mom, I love you.." he wheezed weakly, and the room felt a bit brighter. He felt weaker. Lighter.

His pulse slowed to a stop, and the room was filled with sobbing.

[sassy-tripleh]

Thanks all of you who have been reading my story. I feel very honored that you’ve been using your precious time to read my story.

[corvid-apologist]

hey so I don’t know how many of y’all from unh are on tumblr, but i’m doing a main street article about how people’s parents influence what they end up majoring in, and I’m look for interviewees. pm me if you’re interested and available within the next week or so :p

[babbbyygurlll]

denied | jungkook

member: jungkook

genre: me don’t know yet

POV (point of view): jungkook pov until the end, then reader pov

- summary: She liked him and he didn’t like her. He was everything she wanted and she was everything he didn’t ask for. He was the only person she had eyes for and she didn’t even exist in his mind. However, this wasn’t the beginning for the two

note: this is my first story so lol show some love. dis is for my peeps, you know who you are. Also this is just the starter for the series, there will be real writing later on

+61 4568820: aye papiiiii

You: uhh

You: who the fuck is this

+61 4568820: your babygirl duh

You: I have a lot of babygirls

You: be more specific 

+61 4568820: wow daddy

+61 4568820: such a man whore

You: what u say

+61 4568820: haha don't worry

+61 4568820: I already knew that

You: shut up 

You: you don't know me

+61 4568820: I actually do

+61 4568820: but whatever kook

You: don't call me kook

You: who the hell r u

+61 4568820: ahhhhh

+61 4568820: since you wanna know so badly

+61 4568820: im in your modern history class

You: Jessica?

+61 4568820: nope

You: Tiffany?

+61 4568820: nuh uh

You: I swear if this is that baekhyun guy who keeps slapping my ass

+61 4568820: nah dad I aint a dude

+61 4568820: I do have two balls

+61 4568820: but they come with a basket as well ;)

You: u a chick?

+61 4568820: nah im a rooster

+61 4568820: damn kookie you a little slow today

+61 4568820: did you have your morning protein shake?

+61 4568820: you need food to stay focused if you don't know

You: bitch how did u know I drink protein shakes

You: do u stalk me

You: ahh

You: I get it

You: u r one of those girls who want round two

You: Sorry honey, I don’t do second rounds

You: Does it look like I use used items?

+61 4568820: hell no dad

+61 4568820: I just like to admire your beauty from afar

+61 4568820: damn jungkook gets all the ladies

+61 4568820: oh also

+61 4568820: you always wash your shaker at the sink near my locker

+61 4568820: man the shaker isn’t the only thing you get wet

You: thats what they all say darlin

You: but I still don't know who u r

You: Are you taeyeon?

+61 4568820: HELLL NOO

+61 4568820: hate that bitch

+61 4568820: the other day I was at the canteen

+61 4568820: and that ugly ass squirrel was behind me

+61 4568820: but I went to go get a large choccy milk

+61 4568820: and when I was gonna wave my hand to ask the lady

+61 4568820: that skinny rat called her and got the LAST ONE

+61 4568820: and pushed infront of me to pay

+61 4568820: and when I asked if they had anymore

+61 4568820: they said they still need to order the next batch

+61 4568820: I HAVE TO WAIT A WEEK FOR CHOCCY MILK

+61 4568820: SHE’S SUCH A BITCH

+61 4568820: SHE WAS STANDING THERE SIPPIN THE CHOCCY MILK RIGHT IN MY FACE

+61 4568820: WHY COULDN’T THAT SID THE SLOTH BITCH CHOKE ON THE STRAW

You: why couldn't u just get the strawberry

+61 4568820: AHHHAHA

+61 4568820: dad you are so funny

+61 4568820: “get the strawberry” he said

+61 4568820: kook are you sure you had your protein shake this morning? you aint making any sense

+61 4568820: I saw you eating a sandwich at lunch

+61 4568820: but a sandwich can only last so long

You: don't call me kook

You: why do u know so much about me

You: by the way you are speaking

You: I don't think I know someone who talks like u

+61 4568820: here is the thing kookie

+61 4568820: one, I aint speaking im texting

+61 4568820: two, you don't know me

+61 4568820: if you did know me I would shit my pants so hard it would be a global warming issue in Greenland

+61 4568820: I can’t have my ass being exposed today

+61 4568820: but if you into booty pics I can arrange something ;)

You: I have side hoes for that

You: They would lose their shit if they knew I had extra booty pics

+61 4568820: lol kookie

+61 4568820: I was being sarcastic

+61 4568820: guess you can’t tell thru text

You: anyways u have babbled for 2 long

You: its time to tell me who u r

+61 4568820: wHAT KOOKIE I THOUGHT YOU WERE HAVING FUN

You: I told u

You: don’t call me kookie

+61 4568820: you said don't call you kook

+61 4568820: I THOUGHT WE WERE BONDING

You: I was waiting for you to tell me who u r

You: Or at least send nudes

+61 4568820: aHAHAHAHA

+61 4568820: I thought you said you had girls for that?

You: I have girls for booty pics

You: Im low on nudes

+61 4568820: aren’t booty pics nu-

+61 4568820: actually

+61 4568820: im not gonna even ask

You: okay im getting annoyed

You: tell me ur name

You: or else im blocking

+61 4568820: AHHHHH JUNGKOOK

+61 4568820: WHY YOU DO THIS TO ME

You: now

+61 4568820: I can’t

+61 4568820: sorry kookie

+61 4568820: I aint that easy

+61 4568820: unlike your other girls

You: fine then

You: bye bitch

You: thanks for wasting my time

                               Do you want to block +61 4568820?                                                        Yes No

                               Do you want to block +61 4568820?                                                                       YES No

                                                        ENTER

+61 4568820: damn so harsh Your message is not delivered

+61 4568820: seriously Your message is not delivered

+61 4568820: out of all people Your message is not delivered

+61 4568820: why you? Your message is not delivered

[btsmstxsvt]

How Minghao got his nickname.

Pairing: Gyuhao (Mingyu x Minghao) 

Word count: 166

Genre: tooth rotting fluff

Minghao met him in elementary school. One day, Mingyu had been playing tag at recess and, he has never been good at controlling his long limbs and accidentally ran right into Minghao who was about to get on the monkey bars. Minghao had cut his hands and knees open on the gravel, Mingyu had felt so bad. He went with him to the nurse and cried more than Minghao did.

“Hey what’s your name? And Why are you crying? I am alright look.” Nine year old Minghao held out his hands to show Mingyu the cool bandages that the nurse had given him.

“I hurt you, and I am really sorry.” Mingyu sniffed.

“I’m fine! Look they gave me 8 cool bandages. I am ” Mingyu smiles.

“Okay. I’m Mingyu. Sorry...”

“Oh. I am Minghao.” he says,

“Mi..ng..heo... hao.” MIngyu tries to repeat the Chinese name but struggles.

“I am just going to call you the8 instead.” Minghao smiled at the nickname.

“Okay sounds good.” They hug and went back to recess, where they pretended they were famous singers and dancers.

[identitynuisance-blog]

Drop: Prologue

The particles illuminated in the light, emitted from the window. They danced in her breath. Her pupils were still and focused.

They glistened with the abysmal lull of a marble statue, and her eyes shed tears with the anguish of Casa De Greene Tablosu.

water gleamed on the cheeks. The tears stung the medial furiously; but she was immune to the destruction of the anatomy of her tear ducts, caused by carelessness. her arms were scratched, and her legs were bruised and bloody. Her foot was swollen, and her hair sheen with sweat. She couldn’t yawn. Her uvula swelled up due eating too many hot meals. Something on the inside of her mouth was pulled, and started bleeding, so she can’t open her jaw fully either.

Often, she’d walk barefoot or with sandals. She’d only wear sandals when she need to buy food, but never bothered protecting her feet, when it came to taking out the trash; and she’d often step in glass or crumpled cans.

It doesn’t hurt as much as it used to. Her feet buit calluses over the years.

Although she’s used to dragging herself through stone, nails, glass, and taking any infliction like  breeze through her hair, that’s not enough to render her body useless. The blood on her sheet-less mattress, that dripped from her arms and legs, had gone from red to brown. As she sank inside her body, with thoughts that could shroud the wrath of Neptune, real clouds intervened, from outside the window, and darkened her face.

The door of her bedroom creaked opened, and an anonymous hand lingered over the light switch next to it.

Those thoughts carried on, till she slowly slipped, into a sleep that would turn into fasting.

[ponderingaboutpancakes]

Dreamers, Lovers, & the Lifeless

Chapter One, Nico's pov

I start sprinting to her small, cozy cottage that rests on the hillside next to the flowing stream. I just know she will be just as excited as I am for the new fawn that is about to be born. I jump over a log and into the meadow of wildflowers that are scattered across the hill. While I stumble to a stop in front of her cottage, I notice that there is a sweet scent in the air. Suddenly, she puts a big, freshly made apple pie on the table near the open window.

"Oh, hey there, Nico!" Her voice. It's music to my ears. Butterflies erupt in the pits of my stomach as soon as she speaks.

"Hiya, Lena! I have great news of the doe that has been living near the swimming hole; she is finally giving birth!" Finally, Lena rushes out the front door. My god, she is breath taking. If only i could pick her up by her waist and twirl her into a kiss. Maybe I could just casually take her hand and pretend to hurry like I always do, but I don't know if that will be enough. How much longer am I going to hide my feelings for her? I wish I knew the answer. These feelings are like no other I have experienced. My heart hurts. I love Lena.

I bow, as if I were a knight and she were a princess, however, she always will be a princess to me. When I look up she isn't there. I turn around and spot this blur of brown and blue running down the hill, Lena.

She stops for a moment and yells up to me, " Are you coming or not?"

I begin my journey down and catch up to Lena with ease.  

[squirrelygirl7]

My friend asked if they could maybe write part of the fic I'm currently working on. In my head: "NO! GODDAMN, MY FIC IS MY BABY. STAY AWAY FROM IT. YOU'LL MESS IT UP!!!!" What I really said: "Maybe? We'll see how you do." Does this ever happen to anyone else??