#violent boii

[oblitum]

                       Lips  purse,  her  gaze  assessing  as  she  waits  for  his  reaction  to  her  words,  pleading  silently  that  he  might  unburden  himself  and  just  talk  to  her.  However,  his  words  make  it  clear  it  won't  happen  and  she  deflates  briefly  but  swears  she  won't  give  up.  Not  on  him.  Not  again.  The  guilt  of  leaving  him  in  Niklaus'  hands  has  never  left  her  but  the  confrontation  after  she'd  tried  to  un-dagger  him  and  Kol.  .  .  it  had  been  too  much  to  remain  under  her  brother's  almost  tyrannical  rule.  But  still,  she  worries  about  him  ever  since,  the  distance  he  holds  between  him  and  his  siblings,  including  her.  It's  not  like  she  doesn't  understand  it,  at  least  the  best  she  can.  They'd  betrayed  him,  stuck  him  in  a  box  and  he'd  missed  out  on  centuries  of  living.  She'd  be  angry  too.  .  .  but  she  hates  the  thought  of  him  being  angry  with  her.

              She'd  never  handled  any  of  her  siblings'  anger  well,  except  perhaps  Niklaus'  whom  she'd  become  accustomed  to.  Accustomed  to  fighting  against.  Bryn  lets  out  a  soft  sigh,  acknowledging  the  gesture  with  a  slight  nod  before  turning  and  following  him  to  the  kitchen.  "  Black,  please.  "  she  responds  simply,  still  mulling  over  ways  to  get  him  to  talk.  She  perches  herself  on  one  of  the  stools  by  the  kitchen  counter  and  watches  him  make  their  drinks.  

All this time he had believed to be invisible. His problems unnoticed and private, just for him to know. The impact of suddenly being seen like this caused his head to scream riot, because feeling watched made it worse. Made it harder to turn off his thoughts the way he had been managing so far.

Her words cause his defenses to lower and his muscles to relax visibly though. He understands her reaction and part of him feels regret at turning her down the way he had, but at the same time he feels like there is just nothing to be done about it. Burdening his baby sister with the knowledge he had been stuck awake in that coffin for as long as he had? Not going to happen. “Thank you. I'll be okay though, don't worry.” He offers a smile that does not quite reach his eyes and then walks passed her, his hand briefly touching her shoulder while he goes. “I'm going to make coffee. Do you want some?”

[socheckitout-mikey]

OMG HI HI!! i not sure if you still write for the outsiders but I was wondering if you could do hc for going to a carnival/fair with the boys individually (like you're their s/o)

heya hun, yeah i still do! you can find out what fandoms i write for in my navi! ^-^ tysm for requesting this, it was a cute idea and y'know i always love writing for the outsiders! i hope that you enjoy what i came up with and sorry it took me a million years to write! - mae

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Carnival/Fair Dates With The Curtis Gang and Shepard Brothers Hc's:

Curly Shepard:

° In typical Curly fashion, he's getting up to no good, which doesn't change even when you're dating him. His number one priority is to show off to you in order to get a reaction – preferably a laugh. He's such a dork dfnsdjkfdsj! Sometimes you've just got to cringe during the storm instead, but it's okay, the rest of Tulsa is too lmaoo.

° He definitely cheated when the carny was temporarily distracted by some wise ass kid (another one his gang members), which resulted in him rigging the game in his favour to win you that plushie you so desperately wanted for ages now! Hey, you weren't too bothered – the man who ran the game was a damned cheapskate anyway. Sometimes it is better to fight fire with fire.

° Deadass wolfs down so much food with you that both of your stomachs hurt like utter hell for the next few hours. To say that y'all are immobile, lying in the back of Tim's car on the ride home with the window rolled down looking green is an understatement. However, it was all worth it for those mini corn dogs and donuts!!!

° You do blame each other for influencing the other until Tim goes, "I don't give a flyin' fuck who influenced who, just don't yack in my car, or else."

° Ngl he's a little prick because when you both sat on the top of the Ferris Wheel, he "violently" shook the stall you were in to freak you out just a little. He took the smack on his chest like a champ before pressing a sloppy kiss to your forehead. He steadied the stall.

° "I'm only screwin' with ya..." He grinned softly against your temple. He really was soft and made it up to you for scaring you so much.

° As payback you made him go on the massive roller coaster. He genuinely wasn't hyped for it, but he was acting like it wasn't a big deal at all. Holy crap was he relieved to be back on solid ground after it was over. Boii even kissed the dusty tarmac when he thought nobody was looking. Poor guy turned green, but he lowkey cussed you out under his breath bfddjdjfdsfdjd.

Dallas Winston:

° Is it much of a surprise that he's also not up to any good, as per usual? There are prominent ways for him to get into all sorts of trouble, and he does it openly as well. He's not afraid, but he's also making sure it's not so much of a hindrance so you can enjoy yourself too. Believe it or not, but he has these mindful moments. He likes to mess around and see where the chips lie – bonus points if you're up for causing a little bit of trouble with him!

° Expect to have the funnest time with his hand slid into your back pocket and amping up the flirting. Man, is he a showoff when he's up to have a go at all of the stalls. Some he wins and others he loses, but if he's cheating, he's sneaky about it. It kinda makes you laugh at this point ngl.

° "Whatcha laughin' at, chicken shit?" He grins at you as you clutch your freshly won teddy bear. "You! Hey, I thought I told you to stop callin' me that?!" You gripe back at him. "Call you what?" He teases you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

° Dallas genuinely took the water gun he had and sprayed you with it instead of the bulls eye. Man were you mad as hell at him, and rightly so! "I got good aim, sweet cheeks. For ten bucks, I'll let you squirt me." He winks. "I'm leaving..." Bc ew cringe Dally! "Awe, don't be like that, sugar!"

° His favourite pastime? Scaring the shit out of all the little kids for the hell of it. He's literally such an ass, but you love him anyway. That kid who tried stealing dough outta your purse had it coming for him anyway hdfhjjdhj.

° Dally's deffo tried to do things a bit legally just for your benefit – as mentioned above. Hey, he only cut the line ten times this trip! "You snooze, you lose, man!" (Insert the most obnoxious eye roll ever from you dfhsjfhfhfhfdhjn) "It's for cotton candy, babe!" Never mess with Dallas Winston and his damn cotton candy, lemme tell you that!

° Deadass punched a guy for saying something nasty about you. Lmaoo y'all got kicked out, but not before he snuck you both back in! It was warranted for Dallas to do the right thing. If you both get chucked out again, he'll just take you out into town. It's quieter that way and hey! You guys have a whole diner to yourselves. "Don't even think about it, Dal!"

Darry Curtis:

° Okay y'all, these are a rare occurrence, but boy does Darry take this opportunity when he gets a shot! Darry being off in the summer? Unheard of! But somehow fate has aligned in the stars and you've been blessed with an opportunity! It may be one day, but it's so much fun. It brings him back to his highschool days. He's beaming! It's just so wholesome, man.

° Darry played football in high school so you know his aim is literally no joke. Watch him bust every rigged game with flying colours, because he's smart. You're going home with a carnival haul! And you know what? None of the carny's can be mad at you, because when they see how much of a gentleman Darry is to you, and how your eyes glitter when you look up at him, their hearts melt! You guys are literally the cutest!

° He definitely tries to avoid going on all the rides, because and I quote, "That looks more rickety than the scaffolding I was on yesterday. Ain't no way in hell I'm goin' on that thing, and neither are you. We ain't even got medical insurance to cover it!" Y'know, old man stuff!

° But he does eventually go on it after all of your incessant begging. He's a grumpy old man as he boards onto it. The rides aren't his favourite, but he endures them – they're more Soda's shtick! He goes along with it because he loves you.

° But the food? He loves it! With all of his, "Let's be mindful about money," shtick, he kind of bends the rules a little bit and indulges some. He's more focused on getting more grub into you than into him though, because he likes to treat you though. He doesn't have a whole bank's worth of money to spend, but he makes it work. He's happy when you offer him half of what you have, despite trying to decline a thousand times. This is why he loves you.

° "I think you're really beautiful when you smile." You grin up at him as you rest your head on his shoulder.

° "I think you must've hit your head." He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. (AAAAHHHH I CAN'T!! Y'ALL ARE SO CUTE!!!!)

Johnny Cade:

° Man, do his eyes light up like the sun at the prospect of going to the fair/carnival. Thanks so much for asking him to come along! There’s so much to do and explore, it’s a little overwhelming. He’s a little timid at first, but once he gets going on the different rides and games, Johnny is grinning like a chessy cat, from ear to ear.

° He isn’t the best at games, but hey, that’s okay because y’all laugh at the fact he completely missed the ring from the duck so badly that it looped around a Soc’s hand.

° “Man, I got the aim of a cat brawlin’ in the alleys!” He admits with a blush coating his tanned cheeks.

° His least favourite ride is the haunted house, because he spooks too easily. He can hide it, but when things pop out at him, it spikes up his anxiety. Poor baby! However, his favourite ride is the spinning tea cups. He’s relatively gentle, but do not make the mistake of going in one with him, Dally, Steve, Soda and Two-bit: You will be hanging on for dear life and barf. It’ll be all your fault for trusting them too lmaoo.

° Total bonus points if there is a rodeo at the same time. Johnny is crazy about them. He loves seeing all of the animals and action going on. He’s a little bit bouncy as he holds your hand. It’s very wholesome, and honestly, you’re probably bouncing with excitement beside him just as much.

° Johnny will treat you with cotton candy or something else you wanted to eat. It’s not much, but with all the gang giving him money here and there, he’s got more than he’s used to. So he doesn’t know what to do with it other than spend it on as much food as you can both stomach lmaoo.

° He’s a true gentleman and walks you home after all is said and done. He hangs about on your front porch, fidgeting a bit until he goes, “Thanks for spendin’ the day with me. It’s honestly been the best I’ve had in awhile…” and your response? A kiss on his lips before you wish him a safe walk home. To say he’s frozen on the spot for a solid ten minutes blushing like crazy is an understatement! Once he comes to, he’s grinning all big as he walks off of your porch. He’s so grateful to be dating you.

Ponyboy Curtis:

° Ya’ll can’t tell me that Ponyboy doesn’t watch the sunset with you on the top of the Ferris Wheel. It’s cliche, but I don’t give a crap. It’s cute and it happens. I’m willing to fight anyone on this! Just imagine his precious head leaning against your shoulder, both of you bathed in a spectacle of sunset colours. (I CAN’T IT’S TOO CUTE-)

° He’s a little shit™️ and goofs off with you because although he’s sweet, he’s not a saint. Expect lots of laughter together as you explore the entire place. You tend to bring Ponyboy out of his shell, and you know the gang catches you two trying to sneak into the circus tent to get into the show for free!

° Y’know what? You win him something at the bean bag stall. He’s a track star, but you’re the one with the better aim – even though his isn’t half bad. He’s a little abashed as he holds the duck plushie in his hand. He’s adamant when he gets home that it’s yours, that you just left it at his house. But it never moves and he gets teased for it.

° Ashfujdshjds he loses you 20 minutes in and pretty much has a panic attack but eventually finds you challenging Steve to an arm wrestling contest behind the bleachers.

° “I thought you got eaten by a lion! This whole time I’m panickin’ I lost you and you were there with dumbass Steve.”

° “Well someone’s both mouthy and has an overactive imagination! If it helps any, I totally kicked Steve’s ass!”

° He tripped way too many times to count, and each time you laughed. That is until you walked into a pole, which was flat out hilarious. You have a wounded ego, but Ponyboy’s is elated! “Man, that’s- I can’t believe you-,” He gasps between fits of laughter as he clutches his stomach. “Oh bite me, Curtis!”

Sodapop Curtis:

° You’re dating the poster child for hyperactivity. Maaaaaaan good fucking luck having a moment to sit still. Rip to your legs man! Steve basically has to drag you along like a soldier at war because you gave up on walking long ago. He begs Soda to let you sit for at least five minutes fgjgjfkdgjd.

° But in all seriousness, Sodapop is making sure to be considerate of you. He’s just sooo excited!!! There’s sm to see and do, and you bet your ass he’s doing back flips just to show off because mans is a spider monkey, lmaoo.

° Overall it’s such a cute and thoughtful day/night. Although there’s some stuff planned out, Sodapop is also winging things, because he’s a spontaneous king! So expect lots of flirting and some romance, because although he doesn’t have much, he’s giving you his world! Awwww so cheesy gjdfjffjd.

° If you love stuffed animals, then you’ll be buried in a mountain of them by the time you get home! If you don’t, too bad! At least you got free stuff. (Yes, Darry did end up getting mad at him for spending his wages on the carnival but yee yee I guess!)

° You guys go on all of the rides. Though he isn’t the type to push you to go on any ones you’re adamant not going on – like if you’re deadly afraid of heights. He either won’t go on and keeps you company on the ground, or he’ll come right back once the ride’s finished. He’s vvv supportive, softening out any of your anxieties or worries by making you laugh and feel loved <333 He’s proud if you do decide to face your fears though!

° At the end of the day when you guys are out of breath and a little tired, you’ll be sitting in the cab of Darry’s Ford pickup truck. There’s the sounds of crickets chirping and it’s cooled off some due to nighttime casting across Tulsa. You’re both sleepily smiling, Soda’s palm flat against your knee. It’s quiet as Elvis plays softly in the background: Sodapop knows when it’s time to let the chill vibes commence. “Thanks for takin’ me along.” You murmur all dopey up at him. He’s enamoured by your cuteness.

° “No worries, baby. Did you have fun?” He grins back at you. All you can do is muster a nod before slipping into a deep sleep. He laughs softly, “I ain’t carryin’ you inside your house.” But he does.

Steve Randle:

° You can’t handle the Randle sfudfhdujdhjd (I will never stop saying this, guys). But on a serious note, Steve loves going to fairs and carnivals, because similar to his best buddy, Sodapop, there’s so much to do! He’s spontaneous and likes to show off how strong he is, so expect him to show anyone up at the bell tower. He’s strong as hell and enjoys the little crowd developed around y’all. He seems to win most of the time!

° Steve is rather thoughtful and romantic. He thought out the entire date, and you’re probably on a double date with Sandy and Sodapop. It’s very cute, and Steve is always silently checking in with you when everyone else isn’t paying attention. “You good, doll?”

° At night time, when it gets cold, you bet your ass he gives you his jacket to wear. Even if it’s heading over into autumn, the last slivers of summer mourned: He doesn’t care. It’s the right thing to do and he’s so soft for you fdjfjd. He even drives you home and walks you to your porch. Man, he’s so crazy about you, and he doesn’t stop flirting until the very end.

° “You know, you’re kinda sweet?” You hum against his lips, the tips of your noses brushing together.

° He breathes a little chuckle, “Who said anythin’ about bein’ sweet?” Before diving in for that mind blowing kiss!

° Steve doesn’t really have much of a favourite ride: He’s up for anything – especially if it’s fast and takes a lot of sharp or sudden turns/drops. He likes the swing rides, grinning widely because he feels as free as a bird. Your exhilarated expression only makes him happier.

° Y’all are beat by the end of the day. It was such a fun time, though!!

Tim Shepard:

° Saddle up bucko, because this is one wild ride! Going to a carnival or the fair with Tim is a lot of fun – if you’re looking to cause a decent amount of trouble. He likes to goad you a little, to see how far he can push you and loves when you snap back at him a little sassy, “Alright tiger! Easy does it. Don’t wanna get ahead of ourselves.”

° Tim will have his arm draped over you in some fashion: Always has to have that contact. It’s how he flirts with you. He’s like a calm, cool and dangerous panther slinking through the fair – all eyes of the carny’s on him like hawks, “Sheesh! You’d think they’d know how to make things more welcoming. I an cut the tension with my switch.”

° It takes a bit of prodding, but eventually you convince him to ditch “looking cool” in favour of having fun. He’s relaxed, and he may even win some prizes at some of the games – as long as a carny doesn’t get wise with him. Tim doesn’t fare well with being told what to do. But he keeps himself cool, will get payback later when you’re not around to witness it lmaoo.

° Much like Curly, Tim will do something just to frighten you a little. It’s really so you come sit in his lap or hold onto him. There’s that wild look in his eyes, a mischievous simper donning his features, “Don’t even fuckin’ think about it!” You warn with a pointed finger.

° “S’that supposed to fend me off, tuts?” He says, backing you up slowly against a wall.

° A chase will ensue and Tim always wins. His prize? Throwing you over his shoulder and slapping you ass like a champ, lmaooo!

° Everything is spontaneous, but Tim tends to be more relaxed when you’re around. You wanna grab a bite to eat at The Dingo after? Sweet, let's do it! But you’re buying since it was your idea fjdjdfjkfjdjffdj.

Two-bit Matthews:

° Oh, pray to whatever God exists, because this will be eventful! Two-bit is a social butterfly, so not only is he chatting to you, but making others laugh in the process. He’s also extremely slick so he’s buttering up unsuspecting stall managers for good deals, but they know him by now. They aren’t fooled.

° Can’t go to the carnival or fair without Two-bit stealing something and plonking it right into your hands a ways away. “How did you-. Babe, take this back!”

° “Is that an order, officer? I say, if you handcuff me in the backseat of your car, I might just do what you say.” He grins all funny into your ear. “What am I gonna do with ya?” You inquire with a laugh. “Beats me. You’re the one with the stolen goods. I didn’t do zilch. Hey Officer!” He calls over the heads of the crowd, only for you to grab his hand and yank him down a small opening. “Shut the fuck up, Keith! That ain’t funny.” But Two is already rolling around on the ground laughing.

° He probably takes you into the House of Mirrors, and you guys just spend most of your time either hiding from and scaring each other, or doing that to other people. Two-bit loves the mirrors where you stand a certain way and it makes you super small and wide or tall and skinny. He pulls the dumbest faces in the glass. He's so easily amused (and so are you).

° Yes, he did walk into a mirror and almost knock himself out cold. Call in the cavalry, a.k.a. The gang: We got a man down! fuijdkfhjsdfbjdfdfkj

° You spent the next eight hours in the ER waiting to get his nose set because he broke it. “Talk about a knockout…” You mumble halfway through a yawn.

° “Aw shoot! This ain’t shit. Y'should’ve seen me in a dance off with Steve three years back. Now that guy can kick like a donkey!”

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[snake-queen7]

You draw Snape so well! I just wanna cuddle him, stroke his hair, let him cry in my shoulder and violently kiss him!!

Hahah awww ohh myy so lovely!! He definitely deserves all the hugs on this world and more love!! 😭🙏✨️🥹 Poor baby, so good you want to take care of him! ♡

Thank you and ahh I'm so happy you like my Sev boii~☆

[art-tesla-edition]

I gotta redraw this one (´∀｀*)

[medleyofswag]

Person: “Why aren’t you dating? You don’t like anyone?”

Inside my head:

Me: “Oh, you know..." *shrugs*

[OP ft Samuel Drake]

[simpfordemetri]

Hiii

Gurl can you do Felix personality

And why he looks so flirtatious with women cuz I've thinking why this gentleman is flirty like chill my boii

Hi love,ofc!!

Gif is not mine credit to the owner

-When he is working he has to keep a serious face.

-Yk he has a reputation.

-But when he is done with job BOI IS HILARIOUS.

-He wasn't that flirty but

-He got close to Demetri and boom.

-However i don't think he is a casanova.

-He just like to embarrased people with flirty comments.

-Yup i said people cause there is no way he is straight sorry.

-Apart from that flirty personality

-He loves to make people laugh.

-Only the closes ones to him ofc.

-I always see hc about how Felix loves playing videogames

-But no,i don't think so,i mean ofc he knows about modern technology and stuff.

-But i just don't see him getting mad bc he lost in COD or smh.

-HOWEVER

-Don't you dare to win against him in a chess play.

-Will hate you forever.

-He is a hugger,again,just with the people he is closes with.

-From the guard/kings,i think he is better at dealing with his emotions than anyone there.

-You could think he would destroy everything when he is mad.

-But no.

-Only is violent when the kings ask him.

-When he is feeling sad or angry just like to sit on the top of a tree.

-Thinking about what is bothering him.

Hope you like it<3

[moon0fairy]

Currently reading „these violent delights“ and oh boii do I love these two

[nuemilee]

“I want June to live” Says Nick Blaine, as he interrupts any chance she has to live and proceeds to make her a pow and subjugates her to some of the most violent atrocities known to man. But he still an uwu babee boii I guess 🤷‍♀️

[hollow-pride]

'Hit it' Hank and Connor

Send a ‘Hit it!‘ for a headcanon on our muses’ relationship! Can be romantic or platonic! - ACCEPTING

» Nines wants the other to be his mentor or well father figure, he wants to have a little family and they seem like the right choice, but he is also extremely jealous of Connor, like he is Hank’s son and he is just the weird duplicate of Con. A cheap copy. There are probably a lot of fights between them because of this especially once Nines becomes a little more violent/harsher thanks to Gavin or work stress. “Oh yeah, sorry, Lieutenant! I am so sorry for bothering you! I’ll make sure to stay out of the way of your little perfect family!”

Puberty oh boii

Nines will often try to be better than Connor at everything and sneer a lot at him because he is envious. Also snitching constantly if Con screws up. At one point he stops calling him Connor and just says RK800 or my co-worker to him. Poor boy.

[galaxy-of-me]

I have a headcanon that i love about Takao which is that he's waay stronger than he looks (I mean did you see his arms?? Boii) and he could actually kick ass but he himself doesn't like to be violent bc he can't control his strength and end up inflicting more damage than he expected (I also hc that he used to do boxing before he got onto basketball and he even won a medal in his category)

i like how you think, anon,,,,

takao really be using every opportunity to flex his arms though huh

(and his legs definitely got stronger from pedaling the rear cart so often. oh no.)

[jamesdeerest]

dad-approved

PAIRING: fred weasley x muggleborn!reader

REQUEST: @im-eating-rn asked “Oh! What about Fred falling for his classmate who is best friend with practically everybody,she's really sweet and intriguing, and her dad is a toy maker, she's a muggle born and she always brings them something awesome.One day Fred and George coming home with roller skates "look what our fine best friend gave us dad, muggle skates" "those are actually roller skates" "cause they roll" Being best Bros with Arthur also, and him pumping Fred up to ask her out finally so she can join them for real,”

WARNINGS: probs swearin

NOTES: cuteeee requesttt ilyyy

WORD COUNT: 1.2k boii my fics are getting longer!! heres to actual story arcs lol

“Fred! George! Over here, guys!” you yelled from the other side of the Great Hall, waving the twins over. Once they approached, you chucked a box at Fred, laughing as he nearly dropped it, before he set it down on the table and opened it, pulling out... shoes? He looked at you, slightly puzzled. “Y/N, I appreciate the thought and all, but why did you get me shoes... is that wheels on the bottom?!”

You grinned at his excitement, before giving George his pair, Fred already ramming his feet into the roller skates. He beamed as he stood up, before his legs slipped, his arms windmilling as he clattered to the floor. Fred sat there, baffled, before valiantly trying, and failing, to get back up. This carried on for about five minutes, George soon joining him, you literally crying with laughter. Finally they both lay on the floor, defeated. You bent down to untie the laces on them, and the twins stood up, picking them up. Fred turned to his brother. 

“You wanna skip Potions and figure out how to use these?” George grinned and high fived Fred, nodding before turning to you and hugging you, mumbling a ‘thank you’ in your ear. Fred followed, although his hug lasted longer, and he kissed your cheek at the end of it, which came as a shock to both you and him. George wasn’t surprised at all, but soon got impatient, dragging Fred off by the arm to test out the skates. “You’re the best, Y/N!”

From weeks after that, it was a common sight to see Fred and George whizzing down the corridors, and a first-year swore he saw Dumbledore using them too. As Fred’s skating skills had been growing, so had his crush on you: he had been skating down the hall, saw you and crashed into a crowd of third years because he was so distracted. It was really becoming a problem, that was the fifth time that had happened. Thankfully, you hadn’t caught on yet, although Fred didn’t know how- he wasn’t exactly subtle.

After a couple weeks of Fred being a stuttering mess around you, it was approaching the Christmas holidays, and for the first time, you were staying at the Burrow for the festive season. You were over the moon to finally meet Mr and Mrs Weasley- they had been sending you jumpers for years now, but you had only heard Molly’s voice through the howlers she sent to the twins.

You were just pulling in to King’s Cross, and you shifted from where you’d been sleeping on Fred’s lap, rubbing your eyes as Fred grinned down at you. “Hello, sleepyhead.” You smiled lazily, stretching. “Sup, ginger ninja.” He snorted, shaking his head. “Never call me that again, L/N. Or I’ll have to bust out some of my snazzy ninja moves on you.” You laughed, before George kicked Fred from across the compartment. “Oi, lovebirds, we’re here. Quit making googoo eyes at each other, I can see Mum and Dad.”

Quickly sitting up, you refused to make eye contact with Fred, embarrassment burning your face. You stood up, mumbling an excuse about needing to talk to a friend, and grabbed your backpack, slinging it over your shoulder and hurrying out. 

Fred groaned, kicking his brother. “Arsehole.” George laughed, shoving him back. “Oh I’m sorry, were you having a moment?”

“Shut up, George!”

From the start, you hit it off with all the Weasleys. You already knew Percy, Ron and Ginny from Hogwarts, and had briefly met Charlie from your first and second year- Bill, however, was a new face, and you got on well. As soon as you met Molly, she suffocated you in one of her infamous bear hugs, and Arthur- well, it’s safe to say he liked you.

More often than not, you and Arthur could be found testing out some of your dad’s products. Arthur liked to enhance them magically- your personal favourite being when he charmed the space hopper your dad had sent you to go much higher, Ron nearly having a heart attack when he saw his dad above the house. You also liked to explain muggle things to Arthur, him fascinated with the most mundane things. On Christmas Day, you gave him a whoopee cushion, and when Harry came to visit he was convinced Arthur had a gas problem.

Of course, you got your Christmas jumper, with [initial] on the front, and you got all the Weasleys muggle chocolate, except for Fred and George. You got George a box, crammed with muggle pranks, and Fred? You wanted to get him something special. Shyly, you handed him a slim rectangular package, wrapped in golden snitch wrapping paper. He looked at you curiously as he opened it; he was expecting the same as George.

As soon as he saw the contents, he smiled- it was a photo of you and him on a broom, zooming around the Quidditch pitch, Colin Creevey taking the photo from the stands. He watched the two of you go round and round, you resting your head on Fred’s shoulder as you laughed, your hair blowing about in the wind.

He pulled you into a hug as Molly took it from him, wanting to get a look at her son and the girl he so obviously liked. 

“Do you like it?” you mumbled into his chest, nerves still coursing through you. He laughed into your hair, squeezing you tighter. “I love it, Y/N. Thank you.”

Molly stood up to put the photo on the mantelpiece, sharing a knowing look with Arthur- their boy was whipped.

It was the day before you headed back to Hogwarts, and the Burrow was a madhouse- everybody was running around, trying to pack. Arthur only had one thing on his mind, however- to talk to Fred.

Finally he cornered him in the kitchen, Molly having distracted you. Arthur sat down at the table with a cup of tea, looking innocently at his son. “So, you and Y/N, hm?” Fred flushed, shaking his head violently. “What? No. Me and Y/N- we’re not- I mean not that I wouldn’t want to- no. We’re not... just no, Dad.”

Arthur raised an eyebrow knowingly. “She’s a nice girl, Fred! We all like her, you like her, she likes you, why not?” Fred snorted, looking down. “She doesn’t like me.”

Arthur frowned. “Oh yeah? How do you know?” Fred laughed bitterly. “Just trust me on this one, okay?”

“Trust me on this one, Fred. Just- talk to her tonight, okay? For me. For your old man.” Fred groaned, grabbing his dad’s tea. “Fine. But I warned you it was going to go wrong.”

But it didn’t go wrong, if the kiss you shared that night was anything to go by. If the next few years of happiness were anything to go by. If that one night, that one wonderful night where Fred got down on one knee, and asked you to spend your life with him, was anything to go by.

It all went right.

aww i actually liked how that turned out!!

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[harley-style]

Voltron AU but its BUYBUST

so ive been watching this movie for film analysis modular classes and i chose to watch buybust

anyway Manigan is Keith. very lone wolf, has a bit of a temper but is also quite serious.

Yatco is Hunk but sweeter ANDNFKCKDMZMF HE GETS HIT BY TWO SHOTGUN BULLETS OML

dear sweet elia is fuckin,,, lance bc im all about the whump lance

santos would probably be pidge... poor babe she died too early

AHHH IGGY HIZON WOULD BE MATT OML

fuckin asshole de la cruz is lotor im sorry bb lotor you also fit the role of an antagonist

shiro is bernie lacson

allura, as old as shiro bc shallura, is alda lacson

okay so spoilers for buybust but its basically about this squad trying to bait out a drug cartel and its boss. its a film set in manila philippines so uhhhhhh yeah DRUG WARS PRETEND ITS GALRA BULLSJIT OKAY COOL COOL

so the galra is running this illegal drug trading ring and their base is somewhere in the slums. the voltron taskforce is called to be the beta team to lotor's alpha team who are going to go in and hopefully bait the big boss in

keith has like history with being the bad luck for his old squad's death so shiro feels bad for him and takes him in his own squad. keiths a downright loner tho

yes i know this is a little similar to a certain military au BUT THE CHARACTERS WERE WELL SUITED TO VOLTRON CHARACTERS PLS LET ME HAVE THIS

so in the slums, the exchange happens and it happens very wrong. apparently someone was tipped off to voltron's presence and the entire slum basically turns into a maze stronghold while they are slowly hunted down one by one

sorry for matt but he dies first followed by pidge. following buy bust's story plothere so bare with me.

matt is like...ganged upon by a bunch of druggies and slummies since its a galra controlled place

OH WHAT IF IT WAS CYBER PUNK NEON SHIT THAT WOULD BE COOL

pidge is shot down bc bad luck and being distracted by matts death (she like, witnessed it first hand so sucks to suck i guess). shiro tries in vain to help but she dies in the end. keith is the one to watch her die bc shiro, as commander, has to cut his losses and stuff

you bet im gonna sneak some klance stuff here but only very brief because next to die is our fav blue boii!! but before that our heroes take a moment to catch their breaths and like, strategize.

what happens is lance catches keith while running and works up the nerve to kiss him, saying "You don't have to answer now, I just wanted you to know and I also wanted some good luck. Answer me once we get out of this hellhole."

some good luck that turned out to be bc lance is separated by some well placed molotovs and he's quickly engaged by a horde mob of angry rioting slum dwellers. poor him.

so now its just....shiro, allura, hunk and keith left. also lotor because surprise that fucker's still alive and kicking. keith's immediately suspicious because he's actually WORKED with lotor before and ended up thinking lotor was the traitor bc he just Knows, okay?

so theyre trying to escape alogn with their bait whom i actually cant place yet bc teban is....a really big coward?? i wanna place him as slav before i realized that just wouldnt work so. nameless failed bait to lure galra out it is.

anYWAY shiro's like super injured and cant walk but they have to travel through the roofs and like. both shiro and allura die bc they woke up the ppl sleeping below and they were immediately shot at. these poor people. anyway before shiro truly dies he tells keith to put lotor in custody or like arrest him or something and since keith promised shiro he'd do anything he said he agrees.

so its hunk and keith now. ouch. keith just fucking kills lotor bc fuck that bullshit they need to get out and keith just...wants to survive at this point

i havent finished the movie yet, its two hours of pure brutal violent fun so...yeah

[rulerofsilence]

Opinions on stranger things season 3

Finally watched the new season and I am devastated from the last episode and I have a lotttt of thoughts. Not theories not criticism just feelings and thoughts.

Oh and spoilers duh (though I think by now you all watched it)

• first and for most Millie is amazing

•MILLIE IS AMAZING

•her acting is A++++ and I just loved El this season. Wow. Top notch performance well well well done.

•ma boii Mike is doing his best

•and he just cares with all his heart

• the way he was terrified of hopper at the beginning was hilarious and the way he tried to figure out how to be back on El’s good graces was hilarious

•I loved how he manged to solve everything and come up with all those solutions! His mind is incredible

•also I loved the storyline of Mike and Will

•it was a little to short and they could have wasted a little more time on it (especially the “not liking girls” comment)

•but I think it was smart to make them go through something every childhood friends go through- which is seeing how your friendship can continue and evolve as you grow old.

•And I loved that they came out of it stronger.

•there was not enough Will and Lucas.

•fave parts of the season has to be Jopper and the chaotic bffs that are Steve&Robin

•Steve is my dad, my mom and my son wrapped up in one person

•and I fell in love with Robin

•not gonna lie- I wanted them to be together but then I loved the gay twist and now I just wants them to be best friends forever and ever.

•Their dynamic and chemistry is INCREDIBLE

•those high AF scenes were absolutely amazing and hilarious

•plus steve and dustin father and son dynamic is on point and still is the best thing the show did

•now Jopper... oh be still my heart.

•jopper jopper jopper jopper

•their bickering was EVERYTHING

•and I loved that bald eagle dude (forgot his name) called them out on their bullshit and yelled at them non stop

•I just loved all their storyline so muchhhh

•and that scene in the final where they decided to date had me screaming

•and than the scene where she killed him had me screaming louder

•oh god i was a mess

•okay now Billy.... sorry Tumblr but I just don’t give a shit about Billy...

•I mean yeah his acting was nice.. and he made a convincing villain

•but was I the only one who was glad he died?

•I mean did you all forget he is a violent abusive bully ?!

•just cause his dad is also one doesn’t justify it...

•plus he had like zero screen time?

•or maybe it’s just cause I don’t love him so I forgot but he is just not as important as ya’ll make him to be! he’s just... there? I guess? 🤷🏼‍♀️

•also Max... im abit on the fence with Max

•cause I loved El and Max friendship and their day of fun at the mall was everything.

• “there is more to life than stupid boys” - HELL YEAH

•but I hated that she was reckless with El’s powers

•and I hated her know it all attitude

•she pretended she knows El the best even though theyv’e been friends for two sec

•plus I didn’t like how she talked about Mike and that they spied on the boys...

•i LOVED the Karen and Nancy scene

•and i loved (and hated) Nancy storyline at the office because it was just too real and my badass queen deserved better.

•i don’t like Nancy and Jonathan together but I also don’t hate them.. I just don’t care.

•I enjoyed more when ma girl was alone or when they were with the kids.

•oh and I really missed Dustin with the kids!!! When they finally reunited I sighed of relief

•Im so sad about how it ended

•and that El lost everything again

•and that they moved awayyyyyyy nooooo

•I’ll miss my man Hopper forever

•also a shout out to Smirnoff for being The cutest and making me tear up when he died

•bravo for all the kids on their acting!!!!! Just unbelievable

•the Stevd and Robin chairs scene- wow! Max crying over Billy- wow! Mike yelling worried about El and letting it slip that he loves her - wow! El and the bite- wow!

•will miss it so much and am so mad at myself for finishing it in like a day

[mary-tudor]

“Celts and Slavs in Poland.

Below, a map showing the approximate extent of the Przeworsk culture in Poland. Named after a modern town where discoveries were first made by archaeologists, ‘Przeworsk’ is the name given by them to trends in the material culture of southern and central Poland from 250 B.C. to c. AD 450

.The Przeworsk culture evolved from the previous Lusatian culture of Poland, which probably represents early Slavic or proto-Slavic peoples. The Lusatian culture had evolved locally starting around 1,300 B.C. and was heavily influenced by the Celtic Urnfield culture (1,300 to c. 750 B.C.) of Central Europe. Starting from around 350 B.C., intrusions by bands of Celts into southern Poland kickstarted a process by which the local Lusatian culture evolved into what we now know as the Przeworsk culture.

Celts first arrived in Poland around 350 B.C., arriving from the area of Bohemia, in what is now the Czech Republic (Gediga, pp. 86-91). These groups probably came as refugees from upheavals occurring in Central Europe among the Celts themselves. At around that time, a group from Switzerland appears to have invaded Bohemia, resulting in the destruction of the Celtic hill-fort of Zavist (Cunliffe, p. 79).

These first Celts settled to the south of Wroclaw and around Mount Šlęza, while another group settled in the Glubczyce highlands. These two groups remained settled there until about 120 B.C., when for unknown reasons, the Wroclaw settlement dispersed and the Glubczyce group migrated southward (Gediga, pp. 86-91).

Two more groups of Celts arrived in Poland at around 270 B.C. settling in the San river basin and around Krakow. This last group mingled with the locals of Lusatian culture derivation and began the development of what we call the Przeworsk culture. At around 60 B.C. more Celts arrived in the Krakow area from Slovakia, probably after having been displaced from their homeland by the Dacians, who, led by their king, Burebista, defeated the Celtic Boii and Taurisci kingdoms of Central Europe in a particularly violent war (Poleski, p. 13). Thus, in southeastern Poland a new polity began to form, which consisted of mixed populations of Celtic migrants and local Slavs. 

The Przeworsk culture spread quickly westward, absorbing other Slavic and Germanic communities and eventually reaching Kujawy, farther to the north. By the 1st century AD, Przeworsk was the dominant culture of Poland and greatly influenced other neighboring peoples, such as the Oksywie culture of northern Poland (Godlowski, 1970 & Makiewicz, pp. 94-7), and the Zarubintsy culture in the Galicia region of Poland and west Ukraine.

Przeworsk culture settlements consisted of small, unfortified farming villages with square or rectangular wooden houses. The people of the Przeworsk culture practiced both agriculture and animal husbandry. Wheat, barley, millet, rye and oats were all grown and fields were alternated between cultivation and grazing. Cattle, pigs, sheep, horses and goats were also an integral part of the agrarian economy. Wells, a concept introduced into the region by the Celts, were also dug so that settlements no longer had to be built near rivers (Naglik, 2005). The people of the Przeworsk culture also mastered iron smelting and extraction from bog ores, working with techniques introduced by the Celts (Andrzejowski, 2010 & Gediga, pp. 86-91). Additionally, the Przeworsk culture people mined salt and benefited economically from the Baltic amber trade (Adamczyk, 2005 & Gediga, pp. 86-91).

Early burial practices followed the old Lusatian/Urnfield custom of cremation and burial in clay urns. This is in contrast to the Celts who had first migrated into Poland, who‘d been more inclined to inhumation burial (Gediga, pp. 86-91). Grave goods often included horse gear and Celtic-style (La Tène) weapons such as spears, swords and characteristic oblong shields.

Turning to the historical sources, the identity and historical role of the Przeworsk culture people can perhaps be further defined. Roman sources such as Tacitus, Strabo and Claudius Ptolemy, all wrote of a powerful tribal federation existing between the Oder and Vistula rivers, the area occupied by what we now call the Przeworsk culture. This tribal federation was referred to in the sources as “Lugii” or ‘Lugians’. 

According to Tacitus’ treatise “Germania”, the Lugii consisted of five tribes: Helveconae, Nahanarvali, Manimi, Helisii and Harii (Tacitus, “Germania” XLIII). Of these tribal names, “Lugii” and “Helveconae” are unquestionably Celtic. “Lugii” derives almost certainly from the Celtic god of commerce and money, Lugus (identified by the Romans with Mercury), while “Helveconae” would appear to mean “prosperous hounds/wolves” (from Gaulish “elu” meaning “gain”, “prosperity” and “con”, meaning “dog/wolf”). 

One need only to compare Helveconae to other known Celtic tribal names, such as that of the “Helvetii” of Switzerland, or of the “Helvii” of southern France, and the connection is clear. In like manner, “Helisii” has a Celtic ring to it, being similar to that of the Ligurian “Elysices” tribe of southern France, though a connection to Celtic languages is far less certain in this case. 

Speculation abounds as to whether the modern place-name Kalisz, in central Poland, might be derived from the ancient Helisii tribal name. Other tribal names mentioned by Tacitus, such as “Harii” and “Nahanarvali” are clearly not Celtic. The former is Germanic, being connected to the word “here”, meaning army. As the Harii were described as a fierce group of warriors who fought at night with black shields and black painted skin, it is possible that this wasn’t so much a tribe as it was the military aristocracy of the Lugian tribal federation. Other than this terrifying bit of information about the “Harii”, the only other insight Tacitus gives us into the culture of the Lugii is his description of a cult to the Indo-European horse-twin gods, known locally as “Alcis”. 

The sanctuary was located in a sacred grove of the Nahanarvali tribe. No images of the gods were kept there, and the worship was presided over by priests “appareled like women”. Worship of the horse-twin gods is more familiar as a Germanic tradition, reflected in later Anglo-Saxon lore about the brothers Hengist and Horsa. On the other hand, that the gods were attended by priests appareled like women is reflective of Scythian practice (Silk Road Foundation, 2000). 

The mysterious Nahanarvali were almost certainly not of Celtic extraction.Tacitus’ tribal names are not repeated in other sources. Ptolemy for example, has the Lugii made up of three tribes: the Diduni in Silesia, the Buri to the east of them, and the Omani at an unspecified location (Ptolemy, II, X). In the area of Silesia, Ptolemy locates the settlement of “Lugidunum”, another clearly Celtic name, meaning “hill-fort of the Lugii”. “-Dunum” is a uniquely Celtic word to describe a fortified settlement and so here, once again, we find clear evidence that at least some of the Lugii were speakers of a Celtic language. The Buri on the other hand, were known to be Germanic, while the Omani have been speculated to be the same people as the Atmoni, a branch of the probably Slavic Bastarnae tribal federation. 

The Bastarnae would appear to correspond to the neighboring Zarubintsy archaeological culture (250 B.C. to c. AD 50). Like the Lugii, they were probably of Celto-Slavic origin, with heavy influences from the neighboring Sarmatians as well.That the Lugii were a force to be reckoned with is evident from the historical record itself. According to Tacitus’ “Annals”, in the year 50 AD, Vannius, king of the Germanic Quadi and Marcomanni tribes (who inhabited what is now Czech Republic and Slovakia), was overthrown by his nephews, Vangio and Sido, with help from Vibilius, king if the neighboring Hermunduri tribe (Tacitus, “Annals”, XII, XXIX). Vannius had been appointed through Roman patronage and the Marcomanni-Quadi alliance he ruled over was the dominant political, military and economic force of Germany at that time. 

During the coup, Vannius gathered a large force of Germanic foot-soldiers and allied Sarmatian horsemen. Being outnumbered, he retreated and shut himself up in a fortified settlement. A large force of Lugians had invaded the kingdom to take advantage of the chaos and plunder Vannius’ riches. Seeking to reverse his fortunes, Vannius sallied out with his army to deal with the Lugians and Hermundurians. The ensuing clash resulted in the destruction of the German-Sarmatian army, with Vannius himself escaping badly wounded to a Roman fleet, which lie waiting for him on the river Danube. Later, Cassius Dio’s “Roman History” records other events involving the Lugii in the years 91-92 AD. That year, the tribal federation was embroiled in a war with the Germanic Suebi and sought an alliance with the Roman empire (Dio, “Roman History”, LXVII). Emperor Domitian dispatched a small detachment of 100 horsemen to participate in the war on the side of the Lugians. Thus, it appears that like many other Celtic peoples in Central Europe, the Lugii opted for alliance with Rome, in order to counterbalance the formidable power of both the Germanic peoples and the Dacians. However, the alliance does not appear to have lasted long, for by 279 we find the Lugians (called “Longiones” by Zosimus’ “Nova Historia”) raiding deep into Roman territory and plundering the province of Rhaetia (part of modern Austria and Switzerland). 

Here, the Roman Emperor Probus repelled their attack and captured their king, named as ‘Semno’ (Zosimus, “Nova Historia”, I:LXVII); Semno was released upon accepting terms from the Romans. This is the last known historical mention of the Lugian people. By the 5th century AD, the Przeworsk culture disappeared from Poland, probably as a result of the invasions of the Asiatic Huns.

As archaeology is unveiling more about Poland’s ancient past, lost bits of history come into the light. Not only does it appear that ancient Poles formed a formidable and highly successful polity in Central Europe, but also that Celt and Slav both coalesced to form a hybrid culture with a high degree of vitality.

Sources:

Adamczyk, Kazimierz. “The Archaeology of the Transit Gas Pipeline”, Living Archaeology, English edition. 2005

Andrzejowski, Jacek. “The Przeworsk Culture, A Brief History (for the Foreigners)”. Worlds Apart? Contacts Across the Baltic Sea in the Iron Age: Network Denmark-Poland 2005-2008. Copenhagen-Warsaw. 2010

Barry Cunliffe, “The Ancient Celts”. Oxford University Press, 1997

Cassius Dio, “Roman History”.

Claudius Ptolemy, “Geography”.

Cornelius Tacitus, “Annals”.Cornelius Tacitus, “Germania”.

Gediga, Boguslaw and Makiewicz, Tadeusz. “Foundations of Poland (until year 1,038)”. Wydawnictwo Dolnoślaskie. 2002

Godlowski, K. “The Chronology of Late Roman and Early Migration Periods in Central Europe”. Crakow. 1970

Naglik, Riszard. “Archaeological Motorway”, Living Archaeology, English Edition. 2005.

Poleski, Jacek. “Chronology of Polish History”. Wydawnictwo Dolnoślaskie. 1999

Silk Road Foundation. “The Scythians”, 2000. Link: http://silkroadfoundation.org/artl/scythian.shtml.oldZosimus, 

“Nova Historia”.

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[lovablepiece-of-toast]

@thatonedudewithasnzkink 's adorkeble ocs Nolan and Caden ~♡

Suprisingly, emeto

Me: What is the best way to whump Nolan?

Ya boii Theodore: Food poisoning

Me: Food poisoning it is.

And then I made it extra fluffy because these bois deserve the Best. Love'em

Thank you @thatonedudewithasnzkink for asking me if I could write about Nolan and Caden. You're amazing. This has been a wild ride.

Mentioned: emeto, vomiting, food poisoning, some swears.

Enjoy my attempt :)

☆~~~~~☆

It was an absolutely lovely warm summer day. And a day off on top of that. Caden was scrolling on his phone, sitting cross-legged at the kitchen table. His eyelids fluttered everytime the breeze from the turning fan hit his face. He had gotten over the coldsneezes a while ago. He smiled. Caden had an idea.

Nolan sat across from him, scribbling on a notepad, trying to figure out what they should eat for lunch and dinner. The week had been extremely busy for the two, with both working extra. At the end of May, the cafe was catering many gratuation parties and people frequented the pharmacy to stock up on all kinds of things for long vacations. So, neither Nolan nor Caden really had time to run errands, icluding buying groceries. Jasper had gone to visit his sister (the only nice relative) , so now they were left with a near empty fridge.

"Nolan", Caden looked up from his phone.

"Yeah", Nolan's curious eyes met his smiling ones.

"I think we deserve a date".

"A date, you say?", Nolan hummed. "Anything specific in mind?".Caden pulled a proud grin and handed the phone over. Nolan took a good look at the website presented. It was for a new sushi eatery and on the top of the page read in big, Asian-style letters:

Grand opening May 23rd

We roll with costumers orders!

"It's just down few blocks from here", Caden explained, leaning over the table, "And they say it's organic. We haven't seen eachother all week. I missed You Nolan Anderson!". Suddenly, Nolan's smooth lips were firmly pressed against his. Caden's eyes fluttered shut with suprise and he found himself akwardly tilting his head to get the best of his lover's embrace.

"Sounds good", Nolan said when they parted. Caden just noded, caught off guard.

"Le-let's go then!", he stood up and padded away, blushing madly and giggling. Gosh he loved that man.

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Their walk home was uneventful. But while holding hands, Caden couldn't ignore how Nolan hastily squeezed his hand tighter every now and again. He tried not to think much of it, seeing as his giant boyfriend was very protective over him.

Caden concern grew quite a bit when Nolan muffled a burp into his fist. Sure, there was nothing unordinary about burping after eating if it wasn't for the grimace Nolan pulled as Caden glanced at his face.

" 'cuse me", Nolan smiled sheepishly, feeling his worried gaze. Caden puckered his lips and faced forward.

"You seemed to like the sushi", he stated casually.

"Yeah", Nolan took a deep breath and swallowed,"Of course. Thanks Cay, that was a great idea". He leaned down and pressed a kiss into Caden's crimson hair.

"You liked it too, didn't you? I was worried you'd eat yourself sick from all that dango".

"They're sweet. What can a man do!?", Caden shoved him playfully. Another full sounding burp rumbled off Nolan's chest and Caden huffed as it was right up his ear.

"Sorryh", Nolan chuckled, "Guess that's my stomach agreeing".

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But Oh the-ever-loving-scorching-sun was he lying. When Caden finally fished out the home key from his pocket, Nolan's not-at-all-agreeing stomach had creeped up to his throat. Caden opened the door and he quickly pressed past him, handing his phone and wallet to his boyfriend.

"Na-ture's call!", Nolan managed to say before swiftly dissappearing to their bedroom.

"Okay", Caden was left standing in at the doorway. He blinked and shook his head. Nothing weird about needing the toilet, he comfirmed and went to put the take-out into the fridge.

Next he went to his and Nolan's bedroom. As Caden was plugging his own phone to charge, a sudden massive belch coming from the bathroom nearly shot him out of his skin.

"No-Nolan!?", he yelp at the sound of a thick liquid hitting water. Caden's heart puonded in his chest. He tried to swallow the panic. As someone who often felt sick because of medication and seizures and just because, he damn well knew vomiting when he heard it.

And, as proven by the sheer volume of his boyfriend's sneezes, when Nolan was sick he was loud.

"Nolan?", Caden quietly knock on the bathroom door. The answer he got was sickly burp followed by more splattering.

"D-Don't-blah-com' in...", a strained voice echoed back. That's it. Caden ignored the request and opened the door...

And clapped a hand over his mouth to not get overwhelmed be the smell and suppress a gasp of shock. Nolan was hunched over the toilet still standing, gripping the top of the tank with white knuckles. Shirt absolutely drenched outlining every toned muscle of his torso, upright hair pointed all over the place and the blue-ish green eyes showed an emotion the redhead had rarely seen; Fear? Confusion? Definately shocked.

Shaking himself into action, Caden quickly moved to Nolan's side. Hand on his partner's back, he felt the back muscles jolting with abortive heaves.

"Oookay...", Caden helped Nolan onto the floor just in time as another wave of projectile vomit gushed from his lips. Caden swore he started to look a little green.

"Do-Do I need to call The Priest?", Caden winced, frow growing deeper. He rubbed Nolan's back, other hand smoothing stray strands of bleached blond hair off his clammy forehead in an effort to bring some comfort. It hurt Caden's heart watching his boyfriend, his guardian angel, get kicked in the gut by an out of nowhere puke-demon.

The violent wave of sick started to tapper out. Nolan dry heaved a few times and rested his head on his forearms on the dirtied rim of the toilet, panting like he had ran a marathon.

"Oooouuuu", he groaned with no voice left after purging. Caden rested his plam over Nolan's forehead.

"Hmm...I don't feel a fever", he stated.

"Nah, not a virus", Nolan breathed out," M'fine. Food poisoning just~ ", he wrapped his arm tightly around his midsection and heaved a trickle of puke.

"Well, good to know, but you still seem pretty bad", Caden continued gently massaging Nolan's shoulders, "You must be getting dehydrated by now".

Nolan whimpered and pushed himself away from the mess. Caden reached to flush the toilet and held back a gag as the dirty water whirled out of sight.

"Hey,Feel any better?", he asked softly. Nolan nodded slowly.

"Bit nauseous still. But think I'm done, for now", he swallowed and allowed Caden to lean him back against the tiled wall. The touch of cold through his sweat-soaked shirt made Nolan shiver. Yet it felt so good. Even without fever, the warm, humid air didn't exactly aid the warm, queasy feeling shifting in his stomach.

"I feel discusting", Nolan moaned.

"I believe", Caden unrolled some toilet paper and handed the wad to him. Nolan lazily mopped the strings of sick off his chin, threw it into the toilet and hugged his knees, eyes squeezed shut. He could finally take a breath, a deep, shaky breath. Caden patted his arm lightly.

"It's okay, Nolan", he assured. "I'll go get you some water, yeah? Do you need anything else?".

"M'good", Nolan was fiddling with the bottons of his shirt. The task seemed difficult with such shaky firgers. Caden offered to help and quickly worked them open.

"There we go. Let's get you into something more comfortable, too", he glanced at his poorly boyfriend once more before leaving to fetch the supplies.

And as soon as Caden was out of the room, he was again startled by sounds of merciless puking. Wanting to go back, he decited agaist it. Nolan must definately need water after being so sick. Caden made his way to the kitchen and filled one of Nolan's sportsbottles. The entire time he kept telling himself; "Don't you panic, don't you panic. Nolan needs you right now."

On his way back, Caden stopped to get a fresh set of clothes. A gym t-shirt and sweatshorts should do. They are light and comfortable.

Caden re-entered the bathroom and nearly dropped the things he was holding in shocked. Nolan was doubled over in front of the toilet, crying. He had a wad of toilet paper in one hand, firmly gripping the rim with the other. While tears rolled down his flushed cheeks he slowly moved the wad back and forth on the seat, spreading the vomit around.

"Nolan? What are you doing?", there was a mix of worry and confusion in Caden's voice. Nolan seemed to switch from autopilot to awareness before looking up.

"Mmm-made amess... I cle-hic-clean", he explained hoarsly through sobs; "Don'worry". Nolan looked utterly defeated and not at all up for the task.

Caden sighed, danced around Nolan to the cabinet and pulled out a rag.

"I'll clean it up while you rest", he dropped to Nolan's level. Nolan looked like he wanted to protest but Caden bopped his nose to stop the words.

"It's okay. I might be a little squeamish, but I puke often, it's hell. And I can't exactly carry you if you do deside to wipe yourself unconscious", he said affectionately.

Nolan seemed to get the hint but before neither of them could do anything, his face twisted in pain and he lurched foward, coughing up bile. Caden was quick to pat him on the back. More tears poured from Nolan's eyes and he thumbed them away.

"Shh, you'll be all right. Just let it happen and try to breath, I'm right here".

After several more minutes hacking and gagging Nolan collapsed into Caden's arms, breathing heavy and shallow. Caden held him and rubbed his arm. Nolan was a foot taller and more bulkier build, but at that moment as they sat on the bathroom floor, already gone nose-blind to the smell of sick, he seemed to fit just nicely onto his lap.

"Mr.Becker, I don't feel so good", Nolan mumbled, making Caden chuckle.

"I know. But don't you dare turn into space dust. Want some water?".

"Ye-yes", Nolan answered reluctantly. Caden reached for the bottle and unsrewed the cap. He wet a corner of Nolan's open shirt and used it to his boyfriend's face before bringing the bottle to his parted lips, tilting it just enough for small sips. With each gulp Caden felt Nolan relax and his breathing even out.

"There we go, you good?", he asked when Nolan moved away from the bottle.

"Mmm...tired", Nolan hummed, "Can we go to bed?".

"Of course!", Caden quickly set the water aside and carefully moved out from under him. "Can you get up?".

Nolan pondered a minute, hid his head and held out one hand; "Sorry."

"No problem". Caden grabbed it and the doorframe.

"And up we go". Using the frame as support, he slowly but surely levered both of them off the floor. It wasn't that difficult even. Most people might be deceived by his petit apperence but Caden had suprising hidden streght in him.

He hugged Nolan by the waist while the latter found his footing.

"Good to go?"

"Think so", Nolan let Caden dug under his arm and allowed himself to lean on him quite a bit.

"Let's get you comfy, yea? ".

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If anyone would walk in at that moment, they might get the wrong idea. Nolan sat at the end of the bed, elbows pinned to his knees, one hand clapped over his mouth, near in tears and just looking generally drained. Caden was on one knee in front of him, biting his lip nervously peering up at his face, Nolan's other hand sandwiched between his own.

"Are you going to throw up?", he broke the silence.

Nolan nodded. He pointed at the small thrash can in the corner. "Ple-Please? I just need to this over with"

Caden moved fast and in no time the container was on Nolan's lap. He clutched it tight as a nauseas burp came screaming out with empty gags and saliva for days. Caden could only hold him and rub a soothing arc across his broad shoulders, all the while whispering soothing words.

Seeing there was nothing left to bring up, he took the thrash can and placed it on the floor.

"I'm sorry your tummy got so upset".

Nolan shook his head. "Not your fault. Tasted funny. And if you're okay...", he trailed off.

"Me? I'm fine, don't worry", Caden hadn't had time to think about himself, but nothing seemed off so far.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just worried about you. Now you just get comfy and rest. And let me take care of you. Okay that shirt needs to go", he rambled as he helped Nolan out of the damp shirt and jean shorts.

"I'll go throw these with the laundry. Here's a clean one", Caden patted the folded shirt next to Nolan and left.

When he came back a minute later, Nolan had managed to fall asleep. He must have been just that tired. A little smile crossesd Caden's lips. There was nothing to smile about in his boyfriend's misfortune, but c'mon, he slept like a baby. Arms outstretched and head tilted much like a toddler.

Quietly tiptoeing to the bathroom and putting on a mask and cloves, Caden was ready to face the toilet seat. It wasn't a huge mess but since Nolan had vomited from a standing height, the rim was splashed. For starters he flushed it again. The gushing of water suddenly sounded very loud and he hoped the other didn't wake up. Didn't seem like it. Good.

-

Caden was finishing up scrubbing, when the suffling of bed sheets and a deep groan could be heard. He rinsed his hands and peeked over to see a very drowsy Nolan sitting up, cradling his bare stomach. He whimpered with a pained grimace crumpled on his face.

Heart melting from sympathy and pity Caden crawled onto the bed and sat up against the headboard;"C'mere".

Nolan dragged himself and sluggishly snuggled up to his small lover. Caden guided his head to rest on his shoulder and began stroking his hair. The sweat and gel had mixed, making it a messy mop, so Caden took to smoothing down complitely. His other hand wordered to Nolan's stomach and rubbed gently. Nolan whined but pulled the hand back when Caden stopped.

"Oh, Does this help?", he obliged. Nolan's abs were rock hard from cramps and strain and it couldn't feel pleasent.

"Aha", Nolan shivered and huddled closer.

"Hey are you cold?". Caden's worry was growing greately. Sure the midday heat had died down since their date but it was still warm and most certainly not chilly.

"A little. Must be some draft. Ouu... hurts", Nolan cried out and broke out in cold sweat.

"Fuck I forgot how bad this feels. Had the stomach flu when I was 7 but that's about it. No upset stomach since then", he recounted.

"Well poor little Nolan", Caden teased and kissed Nolan on the cheek.

"Shut up", Nolan chuckled. Caden was happy to see him cheer up. After a fit of muffled giggling and like some little kids and "oh drop it" and "sorryyy" here and there, Nolan sighed and stared into space all melancholy.

"I guess all those classes and courses and lectures about food safety and foodborne illnesses they had us take weren't for nothing"

"Well what did they they teach you?", Caden was eager to know what was making his very healthy and frankly very protective boyfriend so, so sick yet let him, Caden, stay and care for him.

"Food poisoning or foodborne illness is caused by consuming food products contaminated with bacteria, parasites or other toxins and can range from mild to life-threatening", Nolan started as if he was giving a lecture, "Anyways, I seem to have to deal with the bacteria Staphylococcus aureus. The most common and 'harmless' type. Solves itself in a day or two. There's really nothing to do except vomit it out then rest and most importantly stay hyderated", Nolan put great emphasis on the last part. "Meds like Pepto Bismol can also be taken to ease the symptoms".

"So Pepto, more water and naps", Caden counted with his fingers and nodded. He got up to get the medicine and to refill Nolan sportsbottle.

"You can put that on", handed Nolan the t-shirt.

-

Caden found the hot-pink Pepto bottle and brought it to him. Nolan, who now had the shirt on, downed the pink liquid and washed it down with the cold, refressing water. After giving the bottles to Caden, he hummed relieved and laid down on his side, curling up a little.

"Naptime", he informed.

"Okay", Caden smiled warmly and stroke Nolan's messy hair until he was comlitely asleep.

With Nolan comfortable and sleeping, Caden figured there wasn't much to do but wait and hope for the best. He took his laptop from where it was charging, desiting to work on a few papers he had write for university before the summer break started. Before doing so he texted to Jasper:

Caden thanked him and put the phone aside.

He leaned over and pecked a kiss on Nolan's forehead.

"Schlaf gut, mein liebling", he whispered.~♡

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Ps: also tagging @rachthecool who wanted to see this prompt in action (or a variation)

[houseki-no-suffering]

THAT DOG, BOII THAT DOG, 1000 POINT IN THAT LANDING,100% BEST CHARACTER, GOODEST DOG, THE'RE SO TALENTED, WHY ARE YOU HERE AND NOT HEAVEN? WE DON'T DESERVE YOU. ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN DON'T THEY? (LOUDLY AND VIOLENTLY CRIES IN GAY) GOD DAMN IT CAIRN DON'T THROW DOGS. YOU'RE GOING TO JAIL FOR BAD TASTE, ANGSTING PHOS, DOG YEETING AND NOT YEETING AECHMEA IN TO THE SUN

cutest little guy