#y'all i lived in the library bUT I still took an L

[littlechaoticwitch]

Winx Club Rewrite: Season 1

I understand this is me being very late to the party, but that's pretty on-brand for me at this point lol

A few years ago, I started to work on a possible rewrite for Fate: The Winx Saga but it soon became this monstrous project of rewriting the entire franchise. Because while this series is one of my beloved childhood series, it is also very messy with its world-building and plotlines, as well being done dirty over and over again by its countless reboots. As much as I would have loved to create a full-on alternative universe like the ones I've seen on tumblr for years, it just took up so much of my time that could have been spent on other projects and it was starting to feel more like a chore than anything else. Eventually, I did create some fashion boards for how to translate their outfits from the show into real life, and wrote up some concept ideas for their live-action costumes, which led to me just writing up the notes I had for the rewrite to share them with y'all.

Some of these ideas were inspired by other people's rewrite of the series, some of these ideas came to me while writing this up, and a lot of these are my attempt to make sense of Winx Club's fucked-up lore. While these were originally written with a live-action reboot in mind, these could also work for an animated reboot targeted for teens/young adults.

This is probably the extent I'll do for any sort of Winx Club rewrite, but it was still fun!

-Bloom is not a princess, but instead the daughter of Priestess Marion (the last Keeper of the Dragon Flame) and Bishop Oritel

-Daphne was twenty years old when her aunt and uncle gave birth to Bloom. She was best friends with Crowned Princess Politea, who betrayed her own kingdom to the Ancestral Witch in order to gain the throne, but she was killed soon after she led Marion and Oritel to their demise. Daphne was not killed when she sent Bloom (and the Dragon Flame) to Earth, but instead viciously tortured, ripped of her wings, and cursed to live inside her mother's mirror, which was thrown into the depths of Lake Roccaluce. From there, she uses her remaining magic to speak with Bloom once she realizes her cousin has returned to the Magical Dimension.

-Domino's demise did happen sixteen prior to the series, but the destruction was more thorough, so the other girls truly believed all hope was lost in trying to revive the kingdom. Only a few hundred people (either those who had moved away from Domino prior to its destruction or actual refugees), Bloom, and technically Daphne (as well as Valtor) managed to survive the attack. When visiting the frozen Domino palace, Bloom discovers she can either bring her realm back to life or break Daphne's curse, but the spell will only work with an Enchantix-level fairy dust bottle.

-Flora is the plus-sized daughter of Professor Palladium (who would also be of Hispanic descent), and due to being half-elf, she does have a normal lifespan as the others

-Tecna is a former Specialist with a prosthetic left arm, who joins Alfea after realizing she has magic, but she suffers severe social anxiety and finds comfort in the library, where she becomes close with Headmistress Faragonda as a result.

-Musa starts off the series dating Riven, but they break up right before the Day of the Rose festival

-Aisha takes over Mirta's role as the witch-turned-fairy. Coming from a long line of witches, Aisha never felt comfortable practicing witchcraft as her negative emotions stem from her controlling parents and isolated childhood, even though she advocated for witches to be treated fairly. Despite having a friendship with Stormy, she was never afraid to stand up to the Trix and this led to her being turned into a pumpkin. After being brought back by Flora's magic, Aisha decides to help the Winx after Bloom loses her magic and she ends up gaining her wings as a result.

-Sky has an older sister named Jade, who is heavily based around Diaspro's design, powers, and personality (leaning more into the comic version of the character). An overprotective sister who wishes to keep her people safe, she is the crowned heir of the kingdom but their parents are trying to force her to give the crown to her brother instead. Due to her attending a private academy on Eraklyon, she has no idea her brother is using a fake identity.

-Timmy is more of a social butterfly than Tecna, with him having chaotic mad scientist vibes when it comes to machines. Their relationships starts off as academic rivals, with Timmy being the only person who can beat Tecna in some subjects, causing her to show more her emotional side as she is determined to beat him fair and square.

-The Trix disguise themselves while causing havoc, with only the viewers knowing the connection between their civilian identities and their witch forms. Their cover is blown when the Army of Darkness is defeated, with the fallout resulting in them being sent to Light Rock for their sentence.

-Stormy takes over the roles of both Lucy and Anne, mainly through her friendship with Aisha and her being the one to compete in Miss Magix. She is a native of Andros with a Linphean mother, and she has vitiligo. At first, she was forbidden to have a friendship with the princess due to her low status but after showing potential to become a great witch, Aisha's parents allowed her to stay around as they thought she was a "good influence". She ended up running away from home due to neglect, where she met Darcy and Icy on her way to join a coven. She has no real interest in the Dragon Flame but enjoys causing mass chaos.

-Darcy's storyline with Riven remains, but it has more depth once they get to know each other. Darcy is a Melodian native who spent the first few years of her life on Solaria, but after her mother abandoned her for a noble man, she ended up in the care of Headmistress Griffin. Riven is also from Melody, but grew up in the poorest district, where he was tossed between boarding schools, right until he was found by Professor Codatorta during a boxing match. Despite originally using him to get under Musa's skin, the two ended up falling in love and Darcy truly felt guilty for using him, but she was too desperate to gain the Dragon Flame to never feel powerless again.

-Icy was once the daughter of Aster Dell's leader, until the village was burned to the ground by an unknown force. Adopted by a noble Eraklyon man, she grew up in high society as Duchess Elisa Smirnov, the childhood friend of Prince Jade and deep down, she was less than thrilled upon she would be become Schuyler's arranged bride after her older sister ran away from home. Much like Jade, she had no idea about Sky using a fake identity, as she preferred to keep her distance from the prince unless she wanted to use their arrangement as a way to cause drama between him and a certain redhead fairy.

-Instead of an identity switch, Sky goes from a scrawny, pale prince with short hair, a designer preppy "old money" wardrobe, and an elegant way of speaking to a muscular, tanned Specialist with long hair, a more casual skater style, and a surfer-like accent while using a ton of teenage lingo incorrectly. While under a different name (Sam Harvey), he tries to fit in, but his cover ends up being blown at the Day of the Royals, where his sister reveals the truth.

-Stella explains she came to Earth by accident, as she was trying to teleport away from the troll but her ring glitched out and sent her to Earth instead of home. Bloom does not take someone else's identity, but Faragonda tells her not to let anyone know she is from Earth (which is considered a forbidden realm for magic users)

[wizardfrog69]

*SLAMS FISTS ON TABLE*

sigma teaching reader to dance

. . . please?

Maybe a prequel to the masquerade one you did. Reader got invited to the dance but doesn't know how so their practicing alone in their room with music and heels and stuff and sigma comes in and reader thinks their going to be made fun of but instead he's just like "I'm a better partner than that broom, I'll teach you"

🍪🍪🍪 please, take these emoji cookies as payment

I don't need payment but thank you so much!!! ♡ I'm gonna make cookies for you as thank you for the cookies and the request <3

you're in luck cuz not only can I write (poorly but y'all read it anyway) I can also poorly do the waltz >:) the mens part only, I never bothered to learn the other part. I CAN FINALLY PUT MY HORRIBLE DANCING SKILLS TO USE.

'•.¸♡teach me to dance♡¸.•'

Sigma x gn!reader

Victorian era, England au but it isn't historically accurate.

Also since sigma doesn't have a surname the two of you are married to make matters less confusing regarding names and living together.

Fluff

This is a prequel to masquerade

Enjoy! :)

You got an invitation to a masquerade ball, the invitation was printed on thick cream coloured paper with a design in gold on the edge, "pleasure ball, while we live, let us LIVE, Mr/Miss/Mrs y/n and Sigma l/n is requested to attend the ball at [address] on Saturday, 11th of February current at 4 o'clock p.m...." was written in a black, italic font on the paper.

This was bound to happen but you didn't expect it to be so soon not only that, you also didn't know who to dance. That evening you went to a library to find a book on dances, to your misfortune there weren't any books about how to dance. You also met your friend later in the evening to ask them how to dance.

They were a good friend of yours, you met them in a coffee house which was opened past the hours of day. You two talked for a while and they told you the basics of the waltz and gave you instructions which read "put your left foot forward, move your right foot parallel to your left foot and move your left foot to your right foot." the instructions seemed a bit complicated and confusing but your friend told you that the key to dancing is to count to three, which made less sense but you decide to give it a try anyway.

When you got back home it was late in the evening so you decided to practise doing the waltz when Sigma left for work. While the day was still young you decided to decipher the instructions giving to you earlier and so you began. Standing in your living room, broom in hand and proper wear for dance on you lead with your left foot as the instructions indicated and followed the steps continuously hoping you were doing something right.

Due to the music which played throughout the whole house you haven't heard the front door open nor the steps coming down the hallway and into the living room.

When you were dancing and twirling your eyes met Sigma's who was leaning against the door frame enjoy the scene infront of him of you trying to dance with a broom. You could feel your cheeks get warmer by the second, 'wh-what are you doing here, I thought you were at work.' Your body couldn't be stiffer as you stood there clearly embarrassed. 'I was told I didn't need to come into work... May I ask what you are doing?' Realising you were still holding the broom close to your body you quickly moved the broom away from your body and set it on the floor indicating a sweeping position. 'Sweeping?' Sigma chuckled a bit by your actions and transparent lie, he walked over to and swiftly took the broom out of your hand "I'm a better partner than that broom, I'll teach you how to dance." He said while setting the broom aside, you thought your face couldn't get any warmer but to your unfortunate surprise it did.

Sigma took a hold of your waist placing one of your hands on his shoulder and the other he took in his own and told you to lead with your left foot while he moved his right foot back a step. And so the dancing commenced, his body oscillated to rhythm of the waltz while yours moved more tensely. Sigma took note of your bodies state and decided to relax you by giving you a short kiss, it was short and sweet working in the way which he wanted, your body relaxed more and the two of you swayed to the music for the rest of the morning.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

So did you like it? It was fun to write so I hope you'll enjoy it!

Here are the cookies I made with Mikołaj (the clown on the left) as a thank you to all of you for requesting and all your love! Thank you alot for reading the stuff I've written hear and understanding when I was unable to write for a while, thank you all so much and I know these cookies won't be enough to show you my gratitude but I hope you all understand how much you make my day and make me feel happy everyday just by simply reading the stuff I write here and by liking it, it means a grate deal to me and I'm forever grateful.

I added way too many raspberries so they turned out too soft and a bit too sour but they were still nice.

As always, don't forget to drink a glass of water! Have a wonderful day/night! :)

-with lots of love, Az the wizard frog and Mikołaj the clown. :) ♡♡♡

[victusinveritas]

From the Dull Men's Club on a different Hellsite:

"We've been living in Northern France for ten years now. Before we lived in Southern France, which was after we had been living in - while restorating - an old windmill in Flanders, the working part of Belgium (couldn't unsay that one).

Without searching for it for any reason in particular, the old farm we bought here is located right on the Western Front, German side to be precise.

We learned very fast that the past was very palpable in our new environment. First time we got a glimpse from it was when one of our dogs dug up a piece of what was without any doubt a nice pebble to him, but appeared to be a fragment of a German shell - yes l dug a hole of 4m wide and almost 2m deep to get most of the other parts of that explosive - that's how l got to know who fired it in the first place.

His name was Fritz, Frank or Gunter, probably, maybe Mark, and since he was a fresh new recruit in the herd he fired his howitzer way too short, right behind the lines of his outraged fellow brothers in arms. At least, that's how l imagine the story. l apologize for my lack of evidence tho, despite it looking highly plausible to me.

Whatever, lots of artifacts came out of our ground since - bullets, fragments of pipes, an almost completely rotten away army boot with the nails still in its sole, more shell fragments, shrapnel bullets etc, all sorts of elements from military activity in and around our - probably - completely shot into pieces old farm.

You know, l've got a soft spot for old stories and maps. The National Library of Scotland did an outstanding job by digitizing the so called 'trench maps,' used by the allied forces in their daily struggle on Western Front. They are online, and a pure treasure chest for me, seeing our region with a more than 100 year old eyesight every day a little bit more. Allied trenches, less detailed, in blue, and German trenches, highly detailed, in red.

I'm not a souvenir seeker, l'm not an historian, l'm just a no name witness of something l'll never understand.

About this photo. I took it this morning, and y'all agree there's nothing more dull than a muddy road on a rainy day in an almost featureless landscape.

This is today, but more than a hundred years back this was about a few ten meters behind the first German (attack) trench. If ever the Allied forces managed to cross that trench, a flat zone of about 1000m soaked clay, craters, barbed wire, bodies and gear layed in front of them before they got into what would have been the real hornet nest - a second, extremely well defended trench system located on top of that tiny 'ridge' at the horizon of the picture. Well designed, barbed wire, machine guns, everything, and a whole bunch of cannons in the back country that covered the apocalyptic landscape between both trenches (that yellow dot indicates where the photo was taken, looking south-east).

These tiny ridges - ancient dunes during the glaciations - were the key of the whole Western Front north of the Somme. Strategic advantages in a lowland landscape, they defeated Allied leaders and superiors to throw thousands of young men to it.

This region is literally sprayed with war graves. New houses, residential areas, shopping malls and industrial areas are been built, transforming these fields with their ditches into concrete and bitumen, gradually erasing these tiny details in the landscape that remind us of what once was happening here.

When l got back in my car, track 11 of Phil Collins Best Of cd started playing - l'm a child of the eighties. I love good ol' Phil and every time l put another cd in my player, it stays there for several weeks.

Track 11, can't remember the name of the song, started with bag pipes and drums.

Bagpipes and drums. That's how l'm imagining them, storming the enemy lines.

Lest we forget.

Bart. 48 year old Belgian expat in France."

[greektravelblog]

Day... whatever?

Y'all thought I was slacking on my last post.

Weelllll

Alright most of you know I had covid and had to quarantine for five days, and I thought I was going nuts quarantining in my house two years ago when I was exposed.

This. Sucked.

I was stuck in a 20x20 room, thank god with a balcony, and the only bright spot was that I didn't have to share a bathroom with anyone. Although I have been released from my tiny room, I still have to wear an N-95 mask until Sunday. It sucks but I am just so thankful WHO changed the quarantine requirements. Otherwise I'd be bored to tears. So not much to talk about for those days.

I finally got out yesterday and went to my classes. Nothing spectacular for the day, nor today most likely, but I did learn some cool things.

So my art class is easily my favorite, the professor is descriptive and gives us more than the technical view of ancient Greek art, she provides us with the classical stories and events that influenced it as well. We discussed this piece below:

So, this piece is located in Delphi and was a statue dedicated for their panhellenic games. It's made of bronze (ya girl was the only one to answer that question, dad) and it's obviously missing a few pieces. It would've had horses as well! We have very very few bronze statues left because they were often melted down to make new statues, weapons, or currency. But the rarity and material isn't why I love it.

IT HAS EYELASHES

LIKE THESE SUCKERS ARE MADE OF BRONZE TOO!!!!11!1

AND THE EYES? NOT BRONZE!

THEY"RE STONE

LIKE THE MASTERY AND BEAUTY AND SKILL REQUIRED FOR THIS!

The eyes are a mix of white and brown stone and provide a beautiful contrast to the rest of the piece. The statue would've been decorated with gold and silver as well, since silver remnants were found in place of his headband!

(Also the man has freaking sideburns, this is just a masterpiece on every level!)

Anyways, I took my midterm so I'm praying that that went over well. I'll get my results by monday.

Not much else happened yesterday, other than seeing this lil guy (he ain't little though lemme tell you.)

My second class was another reality check into just how much the western world has screwed over the Middle East. Like, Lord it's no wonder some of them hate us. WWI consisted of the British and the French forcefully drafting Arabs into fighting a war they wanted nothing to do with. Not only that, but the Ottoman Empire were friends with Germany. Germany was the only western country to actually create a friendship with them and a mutually beneficial relationship that treated each party fairly. So when the war came, Muslim was fighting against Muslim and around 60,000 of them died by disease (brought by the invading Britain and France) and frostbite alone. The professor for this class isn't the best, and he's obviously extremely biased whether he realizes it or not, but the documentary he's showed us is wonderfully informative. More so than him.

Today will consist of me cranking out my midterm paper for my Middle Eastern History class. It's not too bad, only 2000 words, and I will be doing so in the library. Hopefully next to that rad fish tank they got. I'll let yall know if something cool happens, but today is likely to be chill. Tomorrow, though, I'm going to the Acropolis museum again with my class so I'll likely have more to share.

See y'all later!

Things I've taken away from today:

Greeks don't cut down trees if they can help it. They build around them.

I love art history when it's taught with competence

I'm increasingly angry about the treatment of the Middle East by the western world.

(Don't take that to mean I'm not supporting women. But since I don't live there and it's not my religion, it is not my place to begin the movement that may not be wanted or needed. It IS my job to support those of that culture who start it and ask for help.)

I'm pissed at myself for forgetting to pack tylenol cold.

Greek people are intimidating, but all of them are nice. (Looking at you, Mr. Barista at Starbucks. Thanks for remembering my exact order even after not being here for a week)

[poppinisperfection]

Cool. || Peter Maximoff x Reader pt. 1 ||

Peter Maximoff x fem!human!Reader

(Y/n) is history teacher.

Requested.

Word Count: 3543

Notes: Peter acts a little strange in this, he's not being cold on purpose - so keep that in mind. Let's all presume (Y/n) is an independent woman who doesn't let an aloof guy ruin her day 💫 it's more of an introduction, so sorry if that dissapoints y'all. I hope you enjoy this extremely long piece of writing, let me know what you think. Requests are open 🙌

Taglist: @amourtentiaa @scorpionchild81

Masterlist

I flicked the indicator, as it clicked rhythmically and signaled my next turn. Grasping the steering wheel tightly, I wondered whether the direction I was heading in was the right one. My eyes drifted down to the small business card that was beginning to wrinkle from the amount of times it had been read and re-read.

‘Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

407 Graymalkin Lane, Salem Center, Westchester County, New York’

With a deep breath, I pushed my foot gently on the accelerator and turned the wheel - solidifying my decision. I drove down the graveled driveway as the evening sun pierced through the acres of fields and forests that dotted the landscape. This place was unlike any school I had ever seen. I had taught at various institutions of all kinds during my training, but something about this place was like something out of a fairytale or Jane Austen novel.

The old academic building grew closer as I prepared to slow down my vehicle and stop at the entrance. I peered around, trying to see if there was any places dedicated for me to park; but as far as I could tell, this was the only appropriate place for me to stop. 

I pulled out my key and felt the car’s engine fade to silence. I didn’t notice how comforting the gentle grumbles of the vehicle had been until they were gone. Now, all that was left was my mind and the thousand worries that crashed around inside it. I'm not a mutant, but I often wonder if being anxious about everything is some sort of weird useless mutation that I unfortunately had. 

Before I could become consumed by my menial fears, the vintage wooden doors opened up as if on cue. A man in a chair wheeled out as his familiar face smiled at me, and I was honestly quite awe-struck by his sudden appearance. I had spoken to Professor Charles Xavier on the phone before (for the job interview), and I had watched him on television a few times, but something about actually being near him was so incredible. This man changed the lives of so many people, possibly even the world.

I took a deep breath in and returned the kind smile, opening my car door and placing my feet onto the ground - the gravel crunching underfoot.

"Professor Xavier, it's so good to meet you." I spoke nervously, unsure of what I should do with my posture. Should I shake his hand? Should I high-five him? Should I bow? Okay maybe those last two were a bit far-fetched...

"The pleasure is all mine, (Y/n)." A voice rang through my head, as if it were my own thoughts speaking to me. But I recognized the voice, a smooth English accent that belonged to the world's most famous telepath.

"Incredible..." I breathed. Some might find it intrusive or freaky, but I was quite honored and honestly dazzled by his abilities. A figure appeared behind the wheelchair-bound man, distracting me from my child-like awe.

"Don't be a such a show-off, Charles." my attention turned to a tall man wearing a pair of glasses and a smart checkered shirt. "Good Evening, I'm Hank McCoy." he piped up cheerily, holding out his hand for me to shake. I absentmindedly took it, a bit starstruck by the world-renowned engineer, scientist, blue-furry man, and genius.

"(Y/n) (L/n)." I eventually spoke up, causing Hank to raise an eyebrow at my words.

“’(L/n)’? You're the new history teacher?" I nodded at his question, "Oh wow, you came so highly recommend that I presumed you'd be a bit more... experienced?" he chose his words carefully as to not offend. I know that most people picture an old greying woman who wears outdated fashion when they think of a history teacher...

"Oh, I'm young, I know." I explained with a bashful chuckle. 

“Hank, you of all people should know greatness is not defined by age.” Charles turned to his colleague. 

“I read that you graduated Harvard at 16.” I blurted out. 

“15, actually.” McCoy mumbled humbly. Xavier gave a satisfied smile as his point was proven. 

“(Y/n) here was top of her class, and I have no doubt that she’ll be a wonderful addition to the school.” the wise mutant stated, assuring Hank and giving me a boost of confidence. “Come inside, Hank can carry your bags for you, won’t you?” the professor inquired cheekily as McCoy threw him a look of slight distain. 

“Somedays I wish I wasn’t born with super-strength...” the academic man shook his head - the comment laced with light-hearted sarcasm - before heading to my car and pulling out my two bags, not even giving me a chance to politely object to the offer. 

“Ignore him, he’s just grumpy because he’s not on the mission.” Professor Xavier chuckled, turning his wheelchair around and beckoning for me to follow him inside. 

“I only trust myself to pilot that beauty.” Hank mentioned wistfully, probably referring to his famous aeronautical creation.

“’The mission’?” I questioned with intrigue, trailing behind him and entering the grand entrance.

“The X-Men are on a routine escort mission for the President at the moment,” my attention turned away from the antique décor as I choked on my breath slightly at his words. Of course I had heard of the famous troop of mutant heroes, but it just suddenly became so real. I was living where the X-Men lived. You know, the same X-Men that saved the world from complete destruction. “I was hoping they’d be here to show you around - but duty calls.” Charles finished. 

“Oh of... of course, duty...” I managed to mutter out eventually, earning a slight laugh from the Professor. He didn’t need to be a telepath to read my mind right now. I was so obviously astonished at the whole situation. I couldn’t believe that I was finally here, after months of thinking, considering, and second-guessing. I knew it was a risk, and I couldn’t even return to my parents if it failed.

Let’s just say that my folks weren’t very supportive of my decision to teach at a 'mutant mansion', as they would call it. Maybe it was stubbornness, maybe it was bravery; but I ignored their advice and became determined to come to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngers. Now it was my only chance, since my family won't be welcoming me back anytime soon.

I followed Charles around, as he showed me all the rooms and explained some of the history as Hank make the odd comment or interjection. Most notably that the house was actually only a few years old, owing to the fact that the school had been blown up and rebuild a year ago. That was a fact that I could’ve gone without knowing. All I could do was hope that it didn’t blow up again, or at least not when I was around anyway. 

"Your classroom will be right next to the library," Xavier motioned towards a pair of wooden doors that lay open for students to walk freely into, "and feel free to check out any of the books as well - I have a few secret shelves for teachers, with some unregulated research papers on pre-20th century mutations, if that sounds interesting to you?" he added with a playful smile, as I nodded my head in admiration. This place sounded like an absolute dream, and I've only been here for less than an hour.

-------

As we strolled (and wheeled) down the wooden hallways, I noticed the students disappear one by one. By the looks of it, the early night had truly set in, and the majority of children were either in their rooms studying or hanging out in a common area.

"I suppose there's nothing more we can show you until the class starts tomorrow morning, I was really hoping that the team would be back by now..." Xavier gave a short sigh and furrowed his brows slightly, "But I suppose I've prolonged your tour as long as I could. Perhaps Hank, you could show (Y/n) to her room and she can rest in preparation for tomorrow." his smile returned as he asked his colleague for another favor. McCoy nodded his head and gave me a polite smile, still carrying around my bags from earlier. Maybe he didn't anticipate the Professor giving such an expansive and detailed tour of the mansion, so the bags must've been getting burdensome at this stage.

The spectacle-wearing teacher walked ahead of me and strolled towards the grand staircase that lead to the upstairs area (which we had previously travelled to earlier, but it's mainly bedrooms that we couldn't intrude into). I trailed my fingers along the carved bannister of the staircase, admiring the craftsmanship. Considering the school had been blown apart; this place looked as though it was straight out of a historical drama. The Professor could've went for a more modern update, like the ones you see in magazines and government buildings - but something about the simplicity of 1980s architecture just seemed cold and clinical. I'm glad they kept the historical charm alive.

"So you're really not, well, you know..." Hank broke me out of my daydreaming as he turned his head slightly and paused at the top of the steps. It took me a second to register what he was asking, but then it hit me.

"A mutant? Oh," I gave a meek smile before answering, "No I'm just a regular 'homosapien', completely boring." my sentence ended with a light chuckle at my own expense.

"Then you'll be the first non-mutant teacher here, you're making history." McCoy replied with zest as he began to walk down the hallway again.

"I thought I was supposed to teach history, not make it." I chirped from behind him, earning a snort and chuckle from the nerdy fellow (I know, I know - I'm a superb comedian).

As we passed by the student rooms, I could hear the various sounds emerging from behind their doors. One was gossiping loudly to their friends, another was blasting ABBA and singing along, and I could've swore that I heard some quiet sobs escaping through the keyhole of one door. My face fell into a frown as we passed by, and Hank paused slightly, before turning to me.

"That's Sophie Smith's room, she's homesick a lot." he whispered to me, his features showing concern. "You might have her for a class, so maybe keep an eye out if she's struggling." Hank suggested, as my heart went out for this student. I gave him a nod before we continued on our neverending journey towards my room.

Eventually, we stopped at the end of a corridor and my guide dropped my bags carefully on the wooden flooring. He twisted the door knob with one hand, and I watched as the door opened and revealed my bedroom.

"’Home sweet home’, as the saying goes." Hank uttered with a light tone. I stepped into the room and took my bags from the floor, carrying them in with me.

"It's so..." I breathed, observing the room.

"I know, we were supposed to get the curtains changed last month, but there was a mix-up and it's been dela-" he tried to explain, but I cut him off.

"Oh no! I was going to say, 'It's so perfect'." I clarified, brushing off his embarrassment at the state of the curtains (which were beautiful anyway). I stepped forward and placed my bags at the end of the bed while gazing at the beautiful room. This place was growing on me more and more with each minute that passed. 

“I’ll let you get settled in for the night then, there’s a copy of your timetable on your desk - it has all the information you’ll need for classes and etcetera.” Hank gestured to the neat pile of paper sheets on the wooden desk, “There’s always food in the kitchen, feel free to eat whenever and whatever you want.” he added, as my attention turned to my empty stomach. I will definitely be visiting the kitchen after I get settled in. 

“Thank you, for everything.” I beamed, unable to truly express my gratitude. He returned the smile and nodded, before shutting the door and returning to his business. As soon as his footsteps disappeared, I fell flat on the quilted bedsheets and sprawled out, giving out a pent up sigh. It was the kind of sigh that released anxiety and replaced it with assurance. From the looks of it, things were going to be alright - and there was nothing more satisfying that knowing you made the right decision. 

My brief escape into my feelings was cut short, as my stomach audibly warned me that it was running low on fuel. I turned my head and looked over to the beside alarm clock, reading the time; ‘8:24p.m.’

“Hmm,” I mused as I considered my options, “I should probably read you first...” my eyes drifted to the timetable that sat untouched on the desk. My belly did not agree with this decision, as it grumbled once more. “Okay, alright... yeesh.” I placed a hand against my abdomen, trying to settle the noise. “Food first, read later.” I threw my legs over the side of the bed and resolved to make my way towards the school’s kitchen. 

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Finding the kitchen was no problem, as the Professor showed it to me at least three times earlier. I guess he really was trying to stretch that tour out as much as possible. A few of the older students who were hanging around glanced at me as I entered the room. I couldn’t tell if they knew I was a teacher, or if they just thought I was a new student; either way, they didn’t stick around to find out. The group of teenagers grabbed their snacks and left the room once their privacy was interrupted. Honestly, I just think they were gossiping about some pop music band and didn’t want a stranger listening - so I didn’t mind their swift exit. It left me with some privacy as well, which was nice. 

I noticed a small radio sitting in the window sill, and decided to switch it on to break the silence. A static noise rang out as I extended the antenna and turned the knob carefully. Soon a voice grew clearer, and I had reached a station playing something. I just let the song play out, since I didn’t want to bother with searching the airwaves for something else. 

I stepped over to the pantry and surveyed the contents carefully. I was starving, but I couldn’t figure out what for. I picked up a loaf of bread and placed it on the counter, deciding it would have to be a PB & Jelly sandwich. Grabbing a plate, I began to craft my makeshift dinner. Absentmindedly, my head began to sway gently to the tune that played through the tinny radio speaker. It was one of those cheesy love songs that are always playing these days. There was something so catchy about those songs, and instinctively I began to mouth the words and drift into an MTV daydream. 

My brief escape from reality faded away as I noticed a clinking noise coming from the glass and cutlery. It was almost like an earthquake, but I knew that New York was unlikely to experience that kind of disaster (well I hoped so, at least).

A bright light shone outside the window, and I stepped closer to peer out. The basketball court had opened up and revealed a massive basement beneath it. A few seconds later, a black jet descended gracefully from the dark sky and lowered itself underground while the whole mansion trembled with the power it created. I swiftly grabbed the jam jar as it almost slipped off the edge of the counter, and stared in awe. 

“So that’s where they keep it...” I breathed out as the basketball court returned to its normal state, as if nothing had happened. I stood in wonder for a few seconds, still holding the jar tightly in my hands. That was probably the most of the X-Men I’d be seeing tonight. I’m no expert on presidential mission debriefing, but I presumed the team of elite heroes wouldn’t be mingling with the common folk upstairs for at least an hou-

“Ugh, this song’s a real bummer.” 

I nearly jumped out of my skin as a voice suddenly quipped from beside me. My attention hastily turned to a combat uniformed young man - quickly flicking through the radio stations. I stared at him, half confused and half terrified of his sudden appearance. Slowly I began to recognize his features; silvery hair, aloof attitude, and of course, the recognisable X-Men uniform. 

“Hey - you’re that guy...” I tilted my head slightly as I spoke without thinking. In a split second, he appeared at the fridge wearing an entirely new outfit, this time more casual. The music had changed to something more rock-y and alternative, matching his aesthetic. I was almost certain of it. I couldn’t remember his name, but I’ve definitely seen him with the X-Men on the news. I was almost certain of it.

“Nah, you’re thinking of a different guy.” he responded without second thought, while lifting out a can of some kind of soda. I felt my mouth contort in confusion, bemused by his comment. 

“I...” my thoughts paused to phrase my words correctly, “You were just wearing an X-Men uniform, you’ve got to be him.” I managed to retort, causing the confident fellow to raise an eyebrow. With the blink of an eye, he had disappeared from my sight again. 

“So, you don’t even know his name - and you’re convinced he’s me?” the silver-haired guy stated nonchalantly from behind me as he sipped on his drink. I gasped and grabbed my chest in surprise, not expecting him to sneak up behind me like that. I gave a sigh and prepared to answer the question. 

“I know, I’m sorry.” I closed my eyes and wracked my brain for a moment, “Peter, right?” I sighed, finally recalling the speedy mutant’s name. I looked up at him and expected some sort of witty remark. Instead, he just stared at me for a few seconds. I avoided his gaze awkwardly and looked down at the jam jar that still sat in my hands. Clearing my throat, I placed it carefully onto the counter beside me - trying to distract from his sudden silence. 

“Oh.” I mumbled at the change of topic, “I am. Only arrived here a few hours ago. The Professor showed me around earlier, with Hank, I saw all the classrooms and it was really quite-” I harped on, “I'm sorry, I'm rambling..." my voice lowered, as I watched the casual fellow open up a bag of pretzels and munch on them absentmindedly. He gave a soft chuckle at my apology.

“So, you’re new here?” for the third time, he appeared in a different location, leaving me to turn around one more time. He faced away from me, opening a drawer and surveying its content silently. 

"Cool." he replied simply, placing a few more pretzels into his mouth.

"Cool." I repeated gently, trying to decipher his aloofness. This 'Peter' was blunt, distant, and almost cold. It was as if I had offended him somehow. I stared at my surroundings for a brief moment, before deciding to get off of the wrong foot.

"I'm sorry if I was rude earlier; or was it that I couldn't remember your name?" I tried to find the reason for his indifference, wringing my hands with nerves. Peter raised an eyebrow and scowled slightly at my question.

"Rude?" he asked with a shocked tone.

"Yeah, I thought I offended you?" I explained.

"Nah, nah, we're good." he shrugged my theory off and zoomed over to the bin, throwing the crumpled wrapper in it. "I gotta go now, X-Men stuff." Peter turned to me and excused himself. I gave a soft 'oh' in surprise, and held out my hand for him to shake (just a teacher habit, I guess).

"Nice to meet you anyway, Peter." I smiled at him. The silvery guy just stared at my hand and then looked back up to me - but for some reason, avoided my eyes.

"Cool." he said again, before disappearing from sight; leaving me standing there, alone, holding my hand out for no one. Slowly I lowered my wrist and cleared my throat.

"Cool..." I said to myself, still entirely confused by the interaction. My attention quickly turned to the change in music. The radio suddenly shifted from the grungy tunes, back to the end of love ballad that I was listening to earlier. He must've changed it back. I tilted my head and stared at the little radio in the window, listening and thinking.

Maybe he wasn't as cold as I thought. Maybe I'll try and get a better conversation from that silver-haired boy tomorrow. Maybe I'll get that handshake from him. Maybe.

Still, the only thing that matters right now is that I eat that PB&J sandwich.

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[salemorbit]

Between Bookshelves

[Izuku Midoriya x genderneutral!Reader]

warnings: none! just cute shit hehe

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in which you meet midoriya by chance in the library before midterms, and thus blossoms some romance ;)

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note: aw omg 50 followers?? in only two weeks??? thank u so much i'm glad y'all like my content enough to follow!! :D

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It was the middle of the semester, a busy time for any student who was looking to do well before finals and then break. It was integral that one studied for the midterms at UA, mainly because they were that much more grueling than those at a regular high school

Which was why you had been holed up in the library for nearly three days straight, only leaving for bathroom breaks or the occasional snack. You had two classes that you needed to do well in for midterms, and you weren't about to take any chances with them.

Being in the support course was barely any different than being in the hero course. The only notable difference was the lack of real-world fighting that anyone in the hero course did compared to the support course, but the classes were just as tough.

You were near the top of your class, but being near the top wasn't enough. You often strived for perfection only to fall short just by a small margin and get beat out by the best of your peers. This frustrated you, so you aimed to get the top marks during midterms and really skyrocket to the front of your class.

Izuku Midoriya was similar to you in mindset, but he knew he wouldn't get to the very top of his class. There were plenty of smart kids in his homeroom, but he still wanted to get at least top five in his specific class.

Which was why he was also holed up in the library, though not as much as you had been. He kept it as casual as he could, studying here and there but not necessarily learning anything new about the topics. The boy took scrupulous notes.

One particular day, blame it on the burnout if you will, you just couldn't keep your focus on the notes and books in front of you. It was nearly the end of day three of living in the library at UA, and you were starting to feel it. The weight under your eyes, the burning feeling from barely blinking, your stomach rumbling at the thought of a late dinner. You couldn't do the best on your tests if you didn't take care of yourself first, so you had to get up to stretch and grab something from the vending machine.

Being the only other person in the room, Midoriya couldn't help it when his eyes caught onto your movements as you left the immediate library space. His gaze traveled to your table just across the room from him.

Midoriya had seen you around before. You were in the support course, number three overall. And that was impressive to him. Many kids were in the support course, so being in the top three was quite the accomplishment.

He had never spoken to you directly, but he wasn't a stranger to who you were: [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. Third best in support, amazing strategic skills, outstanding marks in the entrance exam, charismatic personality. What's not to admire?

You came back into the room and plopped down in your chair, opening up a bag of a snack Midoriya couldn't see from this distance and popping a piece in your mouth. You settled yourself in again to read entries from the textbook in front of you, but you felt eyes on you.

Looking up, you locked gazes with the boy across the room. He hadn't seemed to notice he was staring, so you sheepishly smiled and gave a small wave. Almost immediately he snapped out of it, going red and burying his nose back into the book on his own table. You smiled gently to yourself, still looking at him.

You knew him; everyone in UA did. If you didn't, you weren't paying attention to literally anything going on. Izuku Midoriya wasn't someone to scoff at when it came to hero work. You understood the difference between you and him, maintaining your distance pretty well over the last year. He wasn't someone you for sure wanted to know, but he had his fair share of secrets you were interested in.

You looked around the room and confirmed no one else was there but the two of you. What was the need to be quiet, then?

"Midoriya, right?" You spoke up. He looked up, surprised at your sudden voice. After a second, he cleared his throat and nodded, face going slightly pink.

"Y-Yeah. [Y/L/N], isn't it?" He replied. You would be lying if you said you weren't shocked he even knew your name. You nodded, closing the textbook in front of you having lost all interest in midterms for the time being.

"It is," you smiled. "What brings you here for the second time in a row?"

"Midterms," Midoriya chuckled, shifting his attention to you as well. "You?"

"Same boat," you shrugged. There was a beat of silence. "How do you know me?"

"Well-Well I don't, really," Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck, looking off to the side, "but I've heard of you. In the support course. Top three."

"Amazing observation," you said, actually impressed. "I'd be stupid not to know who you are. Everyone knows who you are."

"Apparently so," Midoriya said. Another beat of silence.

"What are you studying?" He asked. You glanced at your textbook and piles of paper.

"Costume mechanics. Boring shit."

"Sounds fun, actually."

"What are you studying?"

"Emergency strategies."

"God, talk about a snooze-fest," you laughed out. Midoriya cracked a smile. Another beat.

"What's, uh, what's your quirk?" Midoriya cleared his throat a second time.

"Breaking up machines and melding them into whatever I can visualize," you explained. "Cool enough to get into UA, but not cool enough to get into the hero course. I've come to terms with it, though."

"That's pretty useful," Midoriya replied thoughtfully. "It makes sense why you excel so much in support. That's a really cool quirk."

"Thanks," you felt your ears warm. "Yours is super cool, too. Really unique."

"Thank you," he smiled. Your heart skipped a beat at his lopsided grin, but you chalked it up to the exhaustion playing with your mind.

The two of you fell into a bout of silence for another hour until Midoriya packed up his things and bid you goodnight. You kept studying after he left, but your mind wouldn't stop wandering to thoughts of a certain green-haired boy...

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Meeting in that small study room in the back corner of the library became ritual for you and Midoriya, even after midterms. When he had a break or wasn't busy, Midoriya would pop his head into your usual room to see if you were there.

And you typically were, though you weren't there to study most of the time. You rarely actually studied for tests, using your time in class lectures to absorb information, so at this point spending time in the study room and doing nothing of substance was more to stall for time that anything else. You would wait for Midoriya to catch a break, enticed by your first interaction.

And the two of you bonded over the weeks, hanging out in the study room to both study and talk about whatever. You had conversations about all the different heroes you idolized, villains he had faced, and hopes for the future of both of your heroic careers. The two of you became fast friends, and it wasn't a secret that perhaps you wished for something more.

You noticed that you began to see Midoriya a little more frequently in the hallways or on breaks. He would pass by and always smile and say hi, cheeks almost always flushing whenever he did so. You also noticed the small things like when he started to sit next to you at your table in the study room, or when he started to bring you books he thought you'd like to read. The way his knees knocked into yours mid conversation, or how he always asked how your day went. All of this just made you fall harder for the boy.

One day, you were in the study room and looking at the shelves of books lining the walls, looking for a particular research study about the effectiveness of aesthetic in costume design. You were assigned a paper on it earlier in the day and wanted to get a head start on it.

Midoriya popped his head into your usual spot, initially frowning at your absence but then brightening up when he saw your bag and books set at your table. He set his own down next to it and scanned the room for you.

Seeing movement behind some shelves, Midoriya trotted over to the tall shelves and pulled out a book in front of you, revealing his smiling face. You jumped slightly, but sighed in relief when you saw who it was.

"Thank you for scaring the crap out of me, Midoriya," you shook your head, continuing to look for the book. "Gimme a second, I'll be over soon."

"What are you looking for?" Midoriya asked, gliding around the corner and joining you on the other side of the bookshelf. His eyes scanned over your profile, noticing the way your fingers tapped your chin as you searched.

"A book for my research paper," you mumbled. "I had one in mind and it should be- Damn," you sighed, "it's on the top shelf."

"Oh, here," Midoriya craned his neck to look at the top. "Which one?"

"The one with the blue binding," you pointed. Midoriya wasn't too much taller than you, but he had some reach. He steadied himself on the shelf and stretched to the top, grabbing the book and handing it down to you.

When he grounded himself, he was closer than before. Close enough that you caught a whiff of his cologne and could see the flecks of color in his eyes. Close enough that you could reach out and run your fingers along his freckles--

"Here," he breathed out, holding the book to you. "Got it."

"Thanks," you said softly, taking it from him and glancing down shyly. Your eyes made their way back to his, him looking at you intently.

"We should, um--" Midoriya started, but broke off and cleared his throat. "You should get started...on your paper."

"I should," you said, with no intention of moving. You felt your heart pounding in your chest and realized that you were now close enough to hear his own heartbeat over the sound of yours. Midoriya swallowed thickly, face gradually turning red.

"Your eyes are really nice," he said. You smiled at his shy compliment, setting the book in your hands on an empty spot in the shelf next to you.

"You're one to talk," you grinned. This just made Midoriya's face go brighter as he looked away nervously.

"I-I don't want to sound too forward or anything, so stop me if I am, but..."

There were a few seconds of silence between the two of you, Midoriya looking like he was turning an idea over and over in his mind. Intense silence that only grew as your heartbeat got faster. You started to lean in, looking at his eyes then his lips, then his eyes again and--

"[Y/N]?"

You jumped back, peering through the books to see one of your friends looking around the study room. Frowning, you looked at Midoriya apologetically before popping your head around the corner and smiling at your friend.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"You forgot one of your textbooks in class," she said, producing it from behind her back. "Thought I'd drop it off."

"Oh, thank you," you smiled. "Just leave it by my stuff."

When you turned back around, Midoriya was gone. Your heart dropped at the sight, worried that you had frightened him off. Had you read the room wrong? Were you just that desperate that you had overstepped a boundary? Did he hate you now? Think you were overbearing?

You sighed and picked your book back off the shelf next to you, walking forward to round the bookshelf and get back to your studying. Just as you stepped into the aisle, a hand grabbed your forearm and twirled you around so your back was up against the wall.

Blinking up, you saw those familiar flecked eyes and freckles of Midoriya staring down at you, a new confidence in them that wasn't there before. Your racing heart started up again, hands coming to your side free of the book you were holding before.

"Before we get interrupted again, can I..." he trailed off, searching your eyes and flicking down to your lips. "Can I kiss you?"

Your breath hitched in your throat as you smiled, nodding.

"I thought you'd never ask," you said, leaning up and meeting him halfway.

It was soft and sweet as Midoriya slid his hands around your waist and secured you against him. His lips were soft and knew what they were doing. Your back arched off the flat of the wall as you wrapped your hands around his neck, moving with him.

He didn't overstep anything without asking, being tentative with each hand placement and going slow if you had a point in which you wanted to stop. His fingertips grazed the edges of your shirt as his hands moved to your hips, dancing over slivers of skin. Your hands found their way into the mess of green hair atop his head, curling your fingers into the soft locks as he chuckled against your lips.

It was bliss; soft and reassuring and comfortable. Your chest warmed at his thoughtfulness and care, causing you to push into him a little harder. He reciprocated easily, keeping you close to the wall while also having a tight hold on you himself.

With one last twist of your fingers in his hair, you pulled away. Midoriya, eyes half-open as you ended it, chased after your lips, smiling.

"You have no idea how long I wanted to do that for," he muttered, eyes widened now and looking into yours with a softness that just made your heart melt.

"I'm glad you finally did," you smirked, nuzzling your nose against his, "or else I would've had to have a serious intervention."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He pulled away further, a playful look in his eye. You just laughed and pulled yourself toward him, pecking him on the lips again.

"You worry too much."

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AHDLFISHWBELDPSHWHDKF

requests are welcome!

[sardinesandhumbugs]

30 "when you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart" with Ratty and Mole?

(Also, I haven't actually watched any starkid musicals those were suggested by @residentofskinnymandria but I will be looking into them this weekend :D)

A/N: Thank you for the prompt and for your patience! I procrastinated somewhat on this because for my other OTPs, I would usually go straight for the romance with a starter like this, but by now y'all know that when it comes to Ratty & Mole, the line between romantic and platonic tends to be up to reader interpretation :)

Also a shout-out to @wolfiethewriter for unwittingly providing inspiration for this ficlet, by getting hilariously drunk a few nights back during our Midnight Sun readthrough. I only hope you fared better the next morning than Rat :D

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Categorically, Rat knew there were worse ways to wake.

But, as Toad started on his fifth verse of 'What Shall We Do with the Drunken Sailor?' Rat found he could think of no such examples.

He muttered something unsavoury and buried himself deeper into the recesses of the caravan, far from the prying, headache-inducing light of day, and far, far away from Toad's over-exuberant singing – for what little good it would do him. For Toad had inherited his mother's operatic lungs, if quantifiably not her pitch-perfect tone, and both were on full display that morning.

(It could not be said that Toad was a bad singer. It was simply the case that enthusiasm preceded vocal form, and he cared little for meddling things such as keys or sharps and flats when the mood took him. Regardless, even if Toad's voice had been flawless, Rat wouldn't have had the patience for it. Not today. The careening key changes were just the icing on the cake.)

The song briefly rose as the caravan door opened, and Rat recoiled as much from the intrusion of light as he did from Toad's blasted singing. Then the aroma of eggs and bacon hit him, and he begrudgingly shuffled his snout out of the cool, dark safety of the bedcovers.

Mole stood before him, fried offering in paw, and looking significantly less the worse for wear after their previous night's inebriations than Rat. He grinned, and set the breakfast down on the table beside the bed. "Well," he said, "I've never seen you sleep in this late."

"This isn't sleeping in," Rat muttered. "It's suffering."

"Maybe you should have thought about that before drinking so much yesterday," Mole said, the faint admonishment in his tone outweighed by the amusement.

"I'm not a lightweight," Rat grumbled. "It's just whatever Toad puts in his damn drinks to make them green always knocks me out."

"And makes you very drunk, apparently."

Rat hesitated, unsure whether he wanted to know the answer to his next question. "How drunk?"

Mole grinned again. "Nothing too embarrassing. You mostly just gabbled and then got distressed when you couldn't pronounce a word properly."

"What word?"

"I believe it was library."

"...Library?" Rat echoed. "How–"

"You kept saying 'liblary' instead."

"Libla...?"

"Liblary, hm-mm. The second 'l' kept creeping in, however hard you tried otherwise." The humour in Mole's voice betrayed that Rat's efforts, while in vain, had been quite the show.

Rat considered this as best he could while the sensation of galloping horses gallivanted between his ears. Eventually he located what he hoped would be a safe question. "Why were we talking about libraries?"

"Oh, we weren't – just you. Goodness knows why, and we thought it best not to ask."

"DON'T LET HIM STEER THAT CARGO FREIGHTER, DON'T LET HIM STEER THAT CARGO FREIGHTER, DON'T LET HIM STEER THAT CARGO FREIGHTER, URL-EYE IN THE MORNING!"

With a wince, Rat turned a reluctant ear to Toad's questionable shanty rendition, trying to figure out if the words were indeed what he was hearing, or whether it was simply the effects of the hangover. "What verse is Toad on now?"

Mole chuckled. "Ones of his own creation. I think he ran out of official verses he could recall a while back."

As if to compound that fact, Toad skipped the refrain entirely and overshot to the next verse, of which the origin was undoubtedly a Toad Special.

"PUT HIM IN THE LIBLARY 'TIL HE'S SOBER, PUT HIM IN THE LIBLARY 'TIL HE'S SOBER, PUT HIM IN THE LIBLARY 'TIL HE'S SOBER, URL-EYE IN THE MORNING!"

Rat winced again. "I'm not living this one down, am I?"

"Oh, Toad will forget in time," Mole said, with surprisingly surety for someone who had spent only a day and a half in Toad's presence. But, then again, Toad was not the most complicated of creatures. However, Rat noted that Mole didn't make any mention of himself forgetting any time soon.

Mole nudged the plate closer to Rat. "Eat up. You'll feel better for it."

Rat had half a mind to make a comment about food being Mole's solution to everything, but then he caught another whiff of breakfast and his stomach gave an audible rumble. He pushed himself up and made a start on the meal.

"Just out of curiosity," Mole said, "why did you drink so much of Toad's cocktails if you know you always suffer the next day?"

"Honest answer?" Rat asked. "I forgot."

"You... forgot?"

"I had..." and Rat paused as Toad butchered another verse, "more pressing issues on my mind."

Both animals waited out Toad's latest crescendo, enduring the new volumes before he petered out to more acceptable levels.

"Would those issues be green and singing?" Mole asked.

"Usually."

Rat had worked his way through a rash and a half of bacon before Mole spoke again, and the distance between the words belayed an uneasy deliberation. "You didn't have to come along," Mole said. He sat on the bench that ran along the inner of the caravan, which served as table space and seating as the need arose, and the ledge was set just a smidgen too high so that his paws only brushed the floor. "You know, out on the open road. Not if you didn't want to."

"Ah, well," Rat said, "then who would keep you and Toad out of trouble?"

"I think we would have managed."

Rat squinted. "No offence, Moley, but I know you, and I know Toad–" he gestured to the window from which Toad's performance was still going strong, and then immediately regretted it as the alcohol residing in his system sent his head spinning "–and you are both many things, but 'out of trouble' is not one of them."

"We survived this morning without mishap."

There was a crash from outside, followed by a cry of, "It's alright! Everything's good! No need to check!" from Toad.

"Mostly," Mole amended.

"Definitely sounds like you have everything under control here," Rat deadpanned.

"I'm sure everything's fine."

There was another thump, this time accompanied by the unimpressed whinny of the horse.

Mole and Rat exchanged glances.

Mole closed the window. "Look, Ratty, all I'm saying is that you needn't have felt obliged to come along if you'd rather have stayed on your river." He glanced to the wicker luncheon basket that was still half-full from yesterday, and which had seemingly swayed Rat in his decision to accompany the caravan. "We could have had our picnics on the riverbank instead."

"We?" Rat echoed.

"Well, of course. Do you really think I would have gone off on the Life Adventurous without you?"

Rat didn't immediately respond. The horses in his head had calmed, but the outcome was simply that he had more space to think properly through the last couple of days. Truth be told, he hadn't quite been sure which Mole would have chosen – him or the open road – and he hadn't been interested in putting it to the test. His mind played back the eagerness with which Mole had rootled through the caravan, exploring the compact living wagon and settling in with an ease that made Rat wonder whether the caravan's claustrophobic space reminded Mole of his own beneath-ground home. It certainly was a far cry from Rat's riverbank abode, where the house had the space to sprawl along the shoreline and the freshwater breeze meant the air was never still. Not like being underground, he was sure.

"Ratty?"

He had been lost in his thoughts for too long, and now Mole leant into his line of vision. Rat had to think quickly to recall what exactly Mole had asked.

"No, of course not," he said. "Only – well, I would have hated for you to have stayed on the riverbank only on my behalf."

"Like you came along here on mine?"

“And for the picnics,” Rat added. “Don’t forget the picnics.”

“Right,” Mole said with a laugh that said he wasn’t buying Rat’s offhanded dismissal any more than Rat believed it. “How could I forget the picnics?” He patted Rat’s paw and swung off the seat. “Well, you can put all thoughts of picnics from your mind until you’ve recovered — and maybe in future we stick to drinks we’re familiar with, hm?”

“Maybe,” Rat conceded.

It was as Mole threw him one last grin and disappeared out of the caravan that Rat came to the reluctant conclusion that, whether or not his housemate was aware of it, Mole had him wrapped around his little claw. He set the emptied plate to one side and collapsed back into the bunk, thankful for the small mercy that at least Toad had stopped singing—

“Feeling better finally?”

Rat jolted back up, and had to steady himself against the table as his head swam. He located Toad at the window. “Toad! How long have you been there?”

“I don’t know; I wasn’t keeping track.” Toad leant in against the windowsill conspiringly. “If I had known all it’d take for you to join me would be the smile off an undergrounder, I’d have dug him out ages ago.”

Rat grumbled but decided he was still too hungover to bicker over it.

Besides, it was somewhat difficult to argue with when it was true.

[kyber-kisses]

Too Soon (Part 1)

Dean Winchester x Reader

A/n: This is my rewritten/edited part one to Too Soon! Since Season 15 is coming back soon I thought I would go through and edit the chapters. I hope y'all enjoy! ( Also I will only be tagging the spn taglist for the first part, as not to annoy some people. If you want to be updated on this series just send me an ask!)

Warnings: Worried!Dean, character death, season 14 spoilers.

Summary: When the reader is suddenly killed by Jack, a series of events unfolds that leaves both the alive and the deceased stunned.

“Hello Y/N, my name is Jessica.”

The voice was sudden, making you whirl around on the spot, hands reaching for your gun purely out of instinct. Your eyes instantly locked on a lone female before you, eyebrows knotting together in confusion. Just a moment ago you had been talking to Jack.

Now. . .well now he was nowhere to be seen.

“Forgive me for asking but where the hell did you come from?” You questioned, taking a step closer to the unknown woman.

“I’m a reaper. I’m here to lead you to your next life.”As she said it, you could see a gentle smile slip onto her face, for an instant you swore you caught a hint of sadness or pity hidden within her eyes as well. You took a step back, mind reeling with the answer she had just given you.

“That- that can’t be right. Because if that were true. That would mean- that would mean I’m dead. And I-I can’t be dead.” You stumbled over the words, trying desperately to make sense of what was happening.

No. No you couldn’t be dead. That didn’t make sense.

“I’m sorry. I understand that you're shock.” Jessica stepped forward, reaching out her hand, waiting patiently for you to take it, clearly prepared to take you through the veil-- But you didn’t notice. Your mind was trying to piece together what had happened.

Jack. You had been talking to Jack. He was upset and angry and you had been trying to calm him down. He was yelling, god he was yelling so much- and then there was a blast.

Blast.

“Oh god.” Your hand flew to your mouth as your mind caught up to you. You knew deep down Jack never meant to hurt you, but you also knew he could still be unpredictable at times. You felt the burn of oncoming tears in your eyes as your body sunk the the ground, heels pressing hard into the eye sockets.

Fuck, fuck, fuck-

Your head was spinning at a million miles an hour until it hit a brick wall of one solid thought that towered above all the rest.

Dean. Oh no, Dean didn’t know. Neither did Sam or Cas. A choked sob left your lips as the tears finally spilled over your lashes. That one person repeatedly flashing in your mind. Dean. You had known him practically all your life, and loved him for at least half of it. You always told yourself that one day you would tell him. Except now with your current situation, that was clearly never going to happen.

Dean. Dean with his big green eyes, and freckled splashed face,Dean with his dumb jokes and secretly dorky personality.  There were so many things you loved about that man, from the way he laughed to the terrible jokes he cracked and everything in between. His rare but big smile and his even bigger heart. You were never supposed to fall in love with your best friend, but its a difficult thing not to do when that person was Dean.

You flinched slightly when Jessica knelt down in front of you, forgetting the reapers presence.

“Don’t worry. He loved you too, and for a very long time I might add.”

You looked up into Jessica’s eyes, your own slightly glazed with confusion.

“How do you know?” the question leaving your lips in barely a whisper as you fought to ignore the hot tears trekking down your face. Jessica stood up, waiting for you to rise to her level.

“I’ve been watching over you and the Winchester’s for a long time. I pay attention.” She smiled. You nodded, immediately seeing that she was telling the truth. She reached out her hand again.

“Are you ready to go?”

Ready to go? That was such a heavy question. You had never exactly feared death. In truth it was just another beginning, right? You paused, thinking it through. There was nothing else for you to do here. You couldn't just stride back into the land of the living and back to your life and family. The only option was to take her outstretch hand.

“As long as you promise to do something for me.” You stated firmly, sliding your hand into hers before rising to your feet with a shaky breath.

“Of course. Anything.” She smiled. You nodded again, finally accepting your fate you reached out and took her hand.

*. *. *. *.

Dean knew something was wrong the moment you didn’t pick up your phone. You were the type of person to always answer no matter what. It was a rarity if you didn't answer. So when the phone went through its cycle of rings eventually getting to your voicemail, he took a deep inhale to calm himself.

“Hello, you have reached the voicemail of Y/N Y/L/N. I’m sorry I didn’t answer your call. I’m just waiting for more important people to call. If I hear your message and deem you worthy or the title “important,” I will think about calling you back, but for now. Bye!”-Beep-

Lowering his phone from his ear, Dean looked down at the screen, your profile picture staring brightly up at him. Your face scrunched as you stuck your tongue out. In any other occasion he probably would have smiled, but instead he just let out a light “Damn it-” before slipping it back into his pocket.

He hated that you had ventured out alone to go find Jack. He should have gone with you. He should have dropped everything and just gone with you. Now you could be in trouble and in need of assistance. What if you were injured . . .or worse?

The Winchester brothers then proceeded to launch into action the moment they agreed something was not right. They had Rowena going through every page of the Book of the Damned looking for a tracking spell, and Cas was trying to find Jacks last known whereabouts.

“Anything?” Dean huffed, momentarily stopping his continuous pacing to look over at his brother, who was currently hunched over his laptop trying desperately to track Jacks phone. They had tried tracking yours earlier, only to find your phone sitting on one of the vacant tables in the library untouched and almost out of battery . He expected Sam to respond with yet another Nope but was surprised when he heard something else.

“Dean, check this out.” Sam swiveled his laptop around to face him, pointing at Jacks icon.

“Wait- is he flying?” The two brothers watched as the icon pinged to another location, and then another before landing firmly on an empty area in Nebraska. After a minute of no change, Dean was rushing towards the door, wrapping his jacket around him and grabbing the keys to the impala.

Sam knew there was no holding his brother back, especially when it came to your safety. The younger Winchester exhaled before slamming the laptop shut and following the fading heels of his brothers boots.

*. *. *.

Dean had practically been white knuckling the steering wheel since he slipped into the drivers seat. He was silently trying to calm himself down, but it just wasn’t working.

You were fine. You were fine. You were safe and alive and completely out of harms way. You were fine.

“Oh crap.” Sam's sigh of frustration yanked Deans eyes away from the road.

“What?” His voice thick with worry as he watched his brother flick through his phone.

“I lost Jacks signal. His phone must have died.”

The older Winchester let out a string of curses before slamming his foot harder on the gas. And with that a two hour drive was cut down to a smooth 45 minutes.

Dean immediately made out your car when the slowly pulled to a stop at the end of the old dirt road the gps had sent them down, the vehcile parked alone in front of an old run down cabin. The impala had barely been put into park before the older Winchester was launching himself out of his seat and running foreword, flashlight in hand.

“You go inside, I’ll check around back.”

“Got it.”

It didn’t take long for Dean to find something out of the ordinary, as he stepped through the trees his eyes widened, jade irises filled with confusion and worry. He didn’t have to call for Sam before he heard the loud footsteps running towards him. No words were exchanged as Dean knelt down, running his fingers along the earth, pulling up ash. The light of their flashlights panning over the charred and blackened earth that stretched out for several yards.

Dean needed to find you, and quickly . . .

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[magushq-blog]

hello everyone ! i’m officially back and ready to run the main at full speed ahead. i’ll be posting an activity check ( just for any members we have lost while i had to take a breather ) but hopefully we can carry on again. i’ll be releasing a plot drop later tonight as well as activating the ultio blog over the next few days.

[b00bconnoisseur]

60 questions for @not-my-brain

1. selfie.......Ugghhhh ok. Imma take one rn

Ok here u go (yes thats a bmth shirt)

2. what would you name your future kids?.....Ooo hmmm well when i was a kid i really liked the names disney, and mesiah. I didn't know at the time that mesiah was another name for god i think lol. I liked it cause of handlers mesiah. I still do. Ooo and maybe Tj too

3. do you miss anyone?......Yeah. My friends on Pinterest from a year ago. My friend lucas. Stan lee. Bob ross. My cousin who died from cancer some years ago. Snape. Sirius. Lupin. Tonks. Dobby. *continues to name every unfortunate death in hp*

4. what are you looking forward to?.......SE-YA next month!! Its the south eastern young adult festival at this college. You can have meet n greets with authors and alot of stuff its the besstttt

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?......DEFINATELY. @dirtysocke @mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye @cristal-kyd1280 @sammchenry my friend lucas and @septembersbloom. ^^

6. is it hard for you to get over someone?..... What like...romantically? Or like a death? If romantically uhhh idk it took over a couple weeks but im ok now. Ive never had another relationship so idk. If death oof yeah idk maybe. Ig it depends on how much i knew them idk. Like when my nanny (great grandma) died i was sad for days (is that alot?)

7. what was your life like last year?.....Sucky af. Still is. But the highlights of my life last year was getting and making friends on tumblr, going to the tøp concert and going to warped tour, volunteering at the library, going to seya and meeting some of my favorite authors, reading, changing and improving my art, listening to all the bands i listen to now, getting into more fandoms, going to a friends house for the first time

8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?.......Yes lol. Some years ago when i couldn't find smtn id be so annoyed and pissed id start crying. I dont now but still lol

9. who did you last see in person?.......Hm ig family doesn't count....? Wait do u mean a friend? If so uhh my friends rebekah, anika, and Judah at a TAB meeting at the library sometime last month.

10. are you good at hiding your feelings?......I think so? Like i mean I can hide whenever i get my....time of the month from my mom (talking abt stuff like that with her makes me uncomfortable) and i hid a breakup. And other p big stuff too. So imma say yeah

11. are you listening to music right now?........*pops on earbuds after reading this* yee im listening to bitch lasagna by pewdiepie xD (do i have the best spotify playlist or what?)

12. what is something you want right now?.......To hug @mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye but SOMEONE has to live so far away

13. how do you feel right now?........Happy that my earbud still works cause they got washed in the wash yesterday....oops. Its not my fault. I told my dad to remind me to take it out of my jacket pocket before they threw it in but noooooo he forgot

14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?.......Uhhhhh fuck idk it was probably from my lil 4 yr old bro sometime last week. Other than him (hes my favorite sibling) i dont let them hug me too much

15. personality description.......Nerdy. Fangirl. "Emo". Tomboy. Hotsause obsessed. Book lover. Music lover. Black. Blue. Harry potter. Introvert. Fall. Sports. Values friendship. Loyal. Uhhhh i cant think of much lol

16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?.......*sigh* yes. Yes yes yes. Theres some things abt me, or my life really, that i havent told anyone on here or my irl friends that i sooooo want to so bad but i haven't cause i feel like they'd feel bad and pity me and i don't want that

17. opinion on insecurities........I dont really understand this one. Everyones insecure abt something. Is this askin like if i think its ok or not? I say its ok. Im insecure about literally everything about me. My face. My personality. My socialness. My art. What i do. What i say. Basically my whole body. The things i feel good abt are my books, music taste, and my friends (ily fuckers)

18. do you miss how things were a year ago?.........Hmm this time around a year ago....idk its sorta the same but all the stuff i mentioned abt my year from last year didn't happen yet so nah tho my life sucks rn its better than this time last year

19. have you ever been to New York?........Nooo but i want too soo baddd i wanna visit @septembersbloom !! Im coming for ya soon gramps *does the eye watching thing* my dads been to nyc before tho cause he does construction and he had a concrete job to do there. It was a 23 hr drive for him

20. what is your favourite song at the moment?........Uhhh idk!!! So hard! Maybe.....the whole thats the spirit album by bmth ;)

21. age and birthday?.....15 yrs of age and September 27th 2003 (whats yours brainy? I'll put it on my calendar)

22. description of crush......Its weird idk im not sure if its a genuine crush or not but uh....They like hp :).Thats all u get

23. fear(s).......Losing my best friend @dirtysocke and my other friends. Death. Failure. Momo chasing after me then killing me slowly keeping my eyes open to look her dead in the eyes while i die

24. height......5'6 call me short and I'll fuck u up with THIS *pulls out trusty potato peeler named now steve* dont test me boi

25. role model......Hhhhhhhh so many! But uh gosh one of them is @superraedizzle (youtuberrrr) and vexx and bob ross and da vinci and aaaaaaa so many

26. idol(s)......First person that immediately comes to mind is @sammchenry cause he's super cool and he's really nice and his art's reallyyy good (if u havent seen it w-w-what are u even doin with your life?) And he has a great sense of humor and *continues to ramble about why samms the best*

27. things i hate.......Dabs. Transphobes. Homophobic ppl. Basically any hate on the lgbtq+ community. Bullies. The ship starker. Umbridge. Snape haters

28. i’ll love you if….....U you'll eat pizza, draw, and rp harry potter with mee

29. favourite film(s)......Fantastic beasts. Every hp film. Twilight. The maze runner 1-2. The hunger games. Spiderman homecoming. Kingsman: secret service. Into the spideyverse tho i havent seen it yet

30. favourite tv show(s)......Inkmasterrrrr. B99. The mick. The middle. Uhhh idk mostly ink master xD

31. 3 random facts........Ive never had shrimp. I had a beta fish for over a year once. Im eating pizza crust rn

32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?.......G i r l s. I have all girl friends irl and one boy. And on tumblr it seems like i just meet girls? Likei agree with @cristal-kyd1280 its like alot more gals then dudes here. But i do have some guy friends on here too. But mostly girls

33. something you want to learn.......TO DRAW ANATOMY DAMMIT

34. most embarrassing moment........Every moment of my lifes an embarrassing moment. Idk of i can pick a "most" embarrassing one. But one time i i sent my crush (now ex bf) a hey fuckface and like some hearts or whatever for an ask game that meant like "i have a crush on u" "youre adorable" etc and said Hewo but i did it all anonymously. But he confronted me askin if i sent it cause im the only person he knows that actually says hewo lol. Then later on i finally admitted i really liked him and well y'all know the story after i think. Unless you're new

35. favourite subject.......A R TTTT OFC

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?........meet my friends on tumblr. Get into mtsu (college i wanna go to) and study art. And go skydiving

37. favourite actor/actress........favorite actor uhhhhhh probably thomas brodie sangster or tom felton and my favorite actress? Hmmm idk maybe evanna lynch (luna lovegood)

38. favourite comedian(s).......probably kevin hart lol he's p funny

39. favourite sport(s)........basketballllllll and football

40. favourite memory........uhhhhh idk?? One oh my favorite memories was when we went to see tøp in concert

41. relationship status.....single as a pringle

42. favourite book(s)......harry potter and the order of the pheonix. Harry potter and the half blood prince. Simon vs the homo sapiens agenda. Divergent. Maze runner. Twilight. Fangirl. Fallen. Red queen

43. favourite song ever.......TOO HARD DONT MAKE ME CHOOSEEEEEE

44. age you get mistaken for.........16 and 17 sometimes lol

45. how you found out about your idol........i was watching someone on yt and superraedizzle always poped up in my feed and my mom turned on one of her vids cause she always saw her vids too now ive seen most of em i love her. Id heard of vexx but never watched him and i was watching a collab from anthony miller art and shrimpy and i checked out shrimpys channel and was lookin at comments and alot of ppl said his art is like vexxs so i checked out vexx. At first i was like eh ok. Now i cant click fast enough when he posts a vid. And i actually fpund out about bob ross from my grandpa on jan 20 2017 when trump was getting sworn in or whatever. We turned on pbs and my grampa told me to look and bob ross was on and i was IN. I loved it. I even started watching full episodes on YouTube of the joy of painting after that. Wonderful man. My first painting i ever did i think was when i followed one of his tutorials xD (i didnt know it was popular at the time)

46. what my last text message says......."ok your turn"

47. turn ons.....uhh nerds ig idk um book lovers, music lovers, art lovers, potterheads, idk and nice ppl

48. turn offs......jerks. Homophobia. Idk ig whatever i said in things i hate

49. where i want to be right now......uhhhh idk wait didn't i already answer this? Ok this ones different ig so uhh with my friend lucas

50. favourite picture of your idol.....oh shit...favorite? Idk xD i have a fave of vexx but not of rae or bob. But heres pics of them any way

51. starsign......a libraaaaa boiii

52. something i’m talented at......drawing and speed reading. Thats about it lol. Oh and procrastina

53. 5 things that make me happy.......ooooo art, my friends here on tumblr, books, harry potter, and music ^^

54. something thats worrying me at the moment.....if my friend thinks im being annoying

55. tumblr friends......hhhhh so manyyyyyy. @dirtysocke @mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye @cristal-kyd1280 @chinesewaffles2 @kingantlion @queen-baelin @sammchenry @septembersbloom and more

56. favourite food(s)......green beans, pepperoni pizza, and vanilla madelines

57. favourite animal(s).......basically any reptile. Puppies. Cats. Any animal really but my #1 are snakes

58. description of my best friend.....well she's a tiny bean (5 feet) and she has dark hair, she wears glasses, she doesnt take shit, she's in love with Josh dun, she's awesome, funny, nice (YES youre nice jackie) and shes the best friend ive ever had. Oh. And she has a weird obsession with spaghetti

59. why i joined tumblr.......well i heard abt it on Pinterest over a year ago but didnt want it. Then @mrfastbass-deactivated20181231 on DeviantArt said he got tumblr so i made one then followed him and figured id just post art and that's it cause i thought tumblr was boring as hell when i first got it. Now im p much obsessed with it

60. ask me anything you want.......go ahead brainy shoot. Give me smtn good

[bestfriends-0212]

Trust me! Ch.1

- Y/N pov first day of freshman year

My alarm went off I shot up looking around crazy. Ugh the first day of school, I got up and got ready. I decided to keep it simple and not too flashy. I was looking around for my backpack when I heard a knock on the front door. I ran towards it and opened it to see Riley standing there looking pretty as always.

 "Hey Riles help me find my bag, " I said pulling her into a hug

 " of course, " she said chuckling a bit.

 We searched the whole apartment and found nothing. I groaned falling onto my couch.

 " how do you lose your bag on the first day of school " Riley asked falling next to me " I'm not even sure " I replied closing my eyes "come on we got to find your bag before Maya gets here " she said pulling me up " check your room again I'll check the living room " she said I nodded I went to my room and started looking . I looked under my bed and saw one of my heels

I thought I lost. I looked in my closet and saw nothing from the ordinary. I sighed where is it. I heard a knock

 " welp Maya is here and I don't have my bag, " I said walking to the living room. Riley opened the door to reveal Maya and my bag. 

" how ?" We both said

 " you left it at my house last night you just left and forgot to grab it, " she said handing it to me. 

" thank you for bringing it for me "

 " no problem ." She said giving us a hug.

 " Y'all ready for freshman year? " I asked closing and locking the door. We walked to Riley apartment

 " NOO" yelled Matthews once we stepped in

. " good morning, " I said chuckling a bit.

 " IM NOT READY FOR MY THREE GIRLS GOING TO HIGH SCHOOL "

 " there-there it's going to be okay, " said Auggie patting his back. 

" Auggie " I yelled he ran towards me and jumped into my arms. I sprung him around till we both got dizzy and fell on the couch 

" girls breakfast, " said Mrs. Matthews 

" not hungry " Maya and I said

 " didn't ask, eat now " we sat down and ate breakfast

 " y/n where's your dad now ?" Asked Riley " not sure he was already gone last night I'm sure he'll let me know throughout the day ." I said shrugging " oh honey he's doing this for you, " said Mrs. Matthews " I know it just sucks " " it does " agreed Maya I gave her a small smile . We have had this conversation before and we both have gotten fairly emotional about this topic. "Well it's time to go, " said Mr. Matthews we all said goodbye. The girls and I took the subway while Mr.Matthews drove. I couldn't help but think life and how's it's changing. We arrived at school and went to go pick up our schedules. We were just standing in line when we heard some girls talking.

" Y'all heard there are two new students " 

" oh yeah? Boy or girl ?"

 "Boys both of them ."

 " did you hear that " asked Riley l nodded 

" so interesting, " I said rolling my eyes Maya laughed

 " come on they could change our lives who knows, " said Riley with hope in her eyes which I haven't seen in a while so I just agreed with her "you are right Riley who knows what can happen" we grabbed our schedules and locker information. We had history, chemistry, a gym and a free period together. I had Ap language arts and AP calculus. I knew I'll be with Farkle for those classes. Our lockers were in the same hallway so we weren't that far. My first class was AP calculus I said bye to the girls and walked to it. I sat in the middle row took out what I knew I would need.

I saw Farkle walk in, I sighed I miss him but he just doesn't understand. He sat next to me. "Hey y/n " I just ignored him " I don't know what I did for you to hate me, " he said with his voice cracking a bit " you abandoned us. We went through hell and back you weren't there for us Farkle" I said quietly trying not to get emotional. " I'm sorry " I nodded I can't forgive him. The rest of the class went by fast. The bell rang I shot out and left like I was flash.

The girls and I have a free period so we were going to meet at the library and just chill there. I was at my locker putting some of my books away and grabbing the clothes I needed for gym later. I closed my locker and started walking towards the library.

This cute tallboy comes to me and as soon he speaks his voice is like an angel. When I realized what he asked I told him no as fast as I could and ran to the library. Riley and Maya came up to me

 " something happened ?" They asked worried 

" no, " I said softly

 "then why did you run ?"

 "It's nothing " I mumbled

 "it's something you look like you saw a ghost, " said Riley 

"Guys it was nothing okay just drop it " they both shrugged

 " can't you believe that my dad is going to teach us history again ?" Asked Riley I chuckled a bit

 " yeah riles I do he's been teaching us since middle school "

 " Yeah, we are stuck with him till senior year," Maya added in while starting to draw

 " Preach it, sister, " I said while laughing, they started laughing too.

 " did Farkle tried to talk to y'all this morning ?" I asked getting serious they nodded their head yes 

" I miss him " Riley replied sadly

 " I know me too but he kind of abandoned us for his grades," Maya said numbly

 " he wasn't there for us when we needed it, we were drowning, screaming for help and he still didn't notice. We only have each other " I said sadly

Don't get me wrong I do miss my little genius. He was our best friend since first grade but he always put his intelligence before anything. When we needed him the most he wasn't there. When we were in our darkest times he didn't notice, when we were drowning gasping for air he didn't save us. We saved each other. He never knew what happened and he probably won't know either. I don't like holding grudges but how could you say you are our best friend but wasn't there when we needed you the most. When Riley finally realized that the world isn't as great as she thought it was. When Maya finally broke down and went into a dark place. When I got my heart broken into tiny pieces and was made a huge fool out of. When the three of us were robbed at gunpoint going home after our extra activities were done. When our world did a full 360 and he wasn't even there to tell us we were going to be okay. He was too busy getting straight A's. Don't get me wrong I love that about him cause I do believe in him and his dream of world domination but there's more in life than that. He didn't stay up at night with Maya full-on crying in my bay window asking why was she broken while swallowing your own tears telling her she wasn't because she's a great girl. He didn't stay with us when we had nightmares of the robbery because we feared our lives being taken away from us. He wasn't there and I don't think I can forgive him for that. 

" earth to y/n !" Whispered Maya in my ear making me jump

 " sorry what ?" I responded slyly

 "dinner my place ?" Questioned Riley

 " always plus my dad is in Washington for the month so your parents have to sign my syllabus, " I said laughing at the end,

 " I think mom is making spaghetti, " Riley said while closing her book

 " yum, " Maya and I said laughing the bell rang telling us that free period was over and history is next. Thank god I have them in there. I grabbed my bag throwing it on my shoulder

 " can this day hurry up so I can sleep, " I said turning around to see the guy from earlier staring at me while his friend waved in front of his face, I couldn't help but giggle. I heard two gasps from behind me and that's when I knew I messed up.

 " did I just hear a giggle from Miss. Always Serious " mocked Maya,

 " I think we just heard the famous giggle from our lovely best friend, " said Riley a little too loud for my liking from the Corner of my eye I saw the guy smirking. Damn it, Riley .

 "Nope y'all hearing things let's go to history now please, " I said pushing them out the library.

 "No we know what we heard and it was a giggle, " said Maya

 " we haven't heard that giggle in a year y/ n. It's a good thing. You can't keep hiding your emotions in. Remember what happens when you do that " she said sternly I groaned

 " Riley that was one time please don't remind me about that day. " I murmured quickly I really didn't like talking about that day. I exploded on everybody even my dad and told him that I hated him.  Which lead me to have a panic attack it wasn't a great day.

 "Sorry but still don't hide your emotions it's bad for you, " she said pulling me in a hug.

 "Moving on my tall plant we are about to be late and I don't think your dad will like that one bit "

 "oh he'll have a fit, " said Maya laughing 

" oh yeah he would that'll be funny can we be late I want him freaking out on the first day of school, " I said laughing evilly

 " see I love this y/n the one who likes doing bad things, " said Maya returning the evil laugh.

 " I hate it when Y'all do that. Now let's go we have a minute till the bell rings and we have to walk all the way to the other side. " Riley said.

 "We are going on a trip on our favorite rocket ship, Zooming through the sky, Little Einsteins. " I sang randomly

 "the hell was that, " Maya asked laughing

 " I have no idea, " I said bursting out laughing, Riley was laughing as well. We looked like a mess laughing in the middle of an empty hallway. We were definitely late oh Matthews is going to kill us. Once we got in front of the door, Riley looked at us scared

 " who's going on first ?" She asked 

I opened the door

 " sorry, we late Matthews, " I said walking in not really caring.

 " -am from Texas " I heard a voice that doesn't belong to Matthew. Oh fuck I just ruined someone introduction. I looked at the girls and they were laughing quietly. Little fuckers. 

"Ah glad you ladies could make it to class, " said Mr.Matthews 

I turned around and was met with the guy from earlier right in front of me looking straight in my eyes. Wow, he has some pretty eyes. Dang, I could swim in that water. Snap out of it y/n.

 "Please take a seat we will have a talk about this later, " Mr. Matthews said 

" yes sir " I replied while turning around for a seat

 " and don't you dare sit in the back miss y/l/ n " 

" yes sir, " I said rolling my eyes. I sat in the middle row, Maya sat in front me and Riley sat next to her.

 " you can continue your introduction Mr.friar. "

 "right uh I'm from Texas and I move a lot because of my dad's job. I like to uh play sports " he said stuttering a bit aww he's nervous that's cute.

 "Thank you, Mr.Friar, you can sit next to miss Y/LN, " Matthews said 

I gave him a what the fuck look. He just winked at me. What is trying to do play Cupid? I don't need him meddling in my love life. I glared at him. I just notice Farkle is sitting in front of Riley and he was smiling at her. God, I ship them so hard but he had to ruin it. I also notice that guy friend is in front of Maya. Friar finally sat down. Mr. Matthews gave everybody a sheet with questions about what we should know from middle school. I was about to start it when a note landing on my desk. Sighing I opened it.

 Hi :) 

I rolled my eyes what is this 6th grade I looked at friar cause I have a feeling it's him. He was already staring once he notices I was looking at him he smiled and waved. What a dork. I decided to reply what's the worst that can happen.

 Hello there :P

 I threw it back at him. I answered a few questions when the note landed on my desk again. Damn boy, did you write a paragraph? 

Thank you for running away from me earlier. It was a great welcoming gesture. I felt like home. I'll also like to thank you for interrupting my introduction.

 I couldn't help but chuckle.

 No problem I'm here all week free of charge. Welcome to Abigail Adams. ;P  

I threw it at him and it hit his face. I burst out laughing. 

" is there something funny miss .Y/l/N, " Mr. Matthews asked I tried to stop laughing but his face was so priceless and I kept replaying it in my head. Maya and Riley turned around with an amused expression. Which made me laugh harder I looked at the guy next to me and he had a small smirk.

 "Do you need to step outside? " asked Mr. Matthews I shook my head no. "Then get it together " I nodded finally stopping from laughing. I finished the sheet when the note landed again. 

Seriously out of all the places you could have thrown it at you hit it my face. Like seriously do you have bad aim. 

I smirked at him

 I'm sorrryyy my bad.

 This time when I got up I put it on his desk and gave Matthews the class work. "Behave " he whispered sternly. "I am"I whispered he shook his head. I went and sat back down I notice that the note was already there. I smirked at him.

 I'll have you know I play softball so I have great aim.

 Our conversation continued I found out he plays baseball, basketball, and football. I told him I do gymnastics and cheerleading. He said not to let his best friend hear about that cause he's obsessed with cheerleaders. He reintroduced himself and asked for my name. I told him I like to keep my name mystery for now. Before he can respond, the bell rang. The rest of the day went by like a blink of an eye. After walking home with the girls I went home to shower and sleep before going to Riles for dinner. My nap was cut short when I was woken by the FaceTime ringtone. I saw it was my dad . " hey daddy" I said happily " hey sweetheart how was your first day of high school " he asked I couldn't help but to smile he always cares about me even when he's tired . " it was good shocking news Mr.Matthews is my history teacher again. " we both laughed . "That's good darling listen I have to tell you I won't be home for a couple of months... I know that it's a lot but we need the money I need to make sure you get to college, " he said I felt like my heart was just ripped out of me. He usually gone for a few weeks tops never months. "Honey ?" I just hanged up and put my phone in do not disturb. I locked my bay window and the front door. I can feel myself starting to cry, I miss my dad I wish he was here right now but he wasn't he was in Washington for a couple months. Next thing I knew I just broke down sobbing holding my pillow as if it was my only hope. I just let everything out until darkness took over me. 

-End of y/n pov-

Feedback is welcomed!-Kat

[lovelylunarwriting]

Ravenclaw!Wonwoo x Hufflepuff!Reader

It's a day like no other; you're just chilling in Care of Magical Creatures when all of a sudden you see Hufflepuff!Seungkwan running full force at you from across the grounds.

And you're like 1.) Is something chasing you that I should be concerned about, and 2.) Shouldn't you have already been here?? You're in this class??

Seungkwan explains (once he reaches you, winded af) and is like, “one of the librarians wanted a student to make a replica out of books in the library, to celebrate the anniversary of Hogwarts, so I said I would do it”

You're thinking, “this explains literally nothing. I don't understand how that connects to you flailing at 60 mph directly towards me”

Seungkwan just keeps going though, saying “I had to run all the way here because I lost track of time working on the replica! I don't know why I said I'd do it, I didn't realize how clumsy I am, l mean I keep knocking books over and it's a mess and I'm a mess. And the librarian only gave me a week! I really need your help”

You're agree immediately because it’s creative and sounds like fun, and you'll be working on it together so that'll make it even more enjoyable. Also- who wouldn’t want to hang out with Boo Seungkwan??

After your classes for that day and after dinner, you and Seungkwan meet in the library and it’s like 9 pm but y'all are determined af to make this the coolest book sculpture ever.

You: “Seungkwan, what shape do you want it in?? Like what is the sculpture supposed to be”

Seungkwan: “it's supposed to be a replica of Hogwarts”

You: “it's just… a pile of books so far…”

Seungkwan: “I toLd yOu I neeDeD hELp”

First, you go and find a picture of Hogwarts because Seungkwan did not think to get a reference photo, his plan was to ‘wing it as I do literally everything else’

Next, you and Seungkwan get to work, and a few hours later, you have something that resembles the base of Hogwarts.

You two agree that it’s too late at night to work on this any more, and that you'll meet up the next few nights to finish the Hogwarts book replica thing.

The next day goes on normally, until you meet Seungkwan back at the library that night. You walk in and hear a piercing shriek that you just know has to be Seungkwan.

You rush in and are like “Seungkwan are you okay!?”, but he's just standing there in front of your incomplete replica, completely unharmed.

Seungkwan: “Y/N, someone took a book”

You: “of course they took a book, this is a library”

Seungkwan: “no no, they took it from the middle of the freaking base of the replica”

You: “Well… Someone probably needed that particular book for a class”

After you calm down Seungkwan’s overly dramatic outrage, you make your way to go find a book that will fit in that particular gap. It takes you almost 20 minutes of trial and error, having to find the perfect sized book to fit in that section, but you eventually find one and slide it in, completing the base of the sculpture again.

As the two of you keep working on the sculpture, by the end of this night, you’ve managed to get some of the walls of book-Hogwarts built up.

The both of you keep coming back after dinner every night to get this replica finished.

And every single night you come back, a book or two are missing. In the most inconvenient spots, too, like who the hell would be able to reach these?? You and Seungkwan backtrack at least an hour every night trying to find a replacement book that’s the correct width, length, and depth that could fit in those particular spots, and then having to place the book in the gap without knocking the entire replica over.

Basically, it sucks and you guys still don’t know who the heck is doing it.

Seungkwan is getting increasingly frustrated with the “Book Snatcher”, as he likes the call the culprit, and you’re getting more and more tired of having to go back and put so much effort into fixing the holes being created.

Five days into this project, you and Seungkwan conclude that trying the replace the handful of books that go missing every day is taking up too much time, seeing as you only have two days left to finish the replica.

You're like “Boo, don't worry, I've got this”, and you go into the library at like six in the morning the next day, which happens to be a Saturday (which means no classes, turn up), planning to stay all day and catch the culprit.

You’re sitting at a table far away enough from the replica to not be suspicious, but still be able to clearly see anything that happens near it. The only fault in your plan is you didn’t anticipate how boring it is to just. s i t  t h e r e. And have to pay attention to what’s directly in front of you, for hours and hours.

Basically, you fell asleep in your seat, with your face pressed against the table you were sitting at.

Someone shoves you awake some time later and you’re thinking “Where am I?? What year is it?? W h a t  t h e  h e c k”

You jolt up to see a very concerned Seungkwan, who first asks if you’re okay, then if you realize how big a mark you have on your forehead, and lastly, if you found the culprit.

You: “Ahah funny story, really…”

Seungkwan: “You’ve been asleep this whole time, haven’t you”

You: “I’m sorry” T-T

Seungkwan is like “alright let’s just both go tomorrow, and hopefully at least one of us will stay awake”

So that’s exactly what the both of you do the next morning. You’re dressed normally, and even brought a few books over to the table you’re at, so you blend in well. Seungkwan is another story.

Seungkwan struts into the library with sunglasses on, and three family sized bags of Doritos in his arms. He gracefully slides into the seat next to you, handing you a bag of chips.

You’re like “Seungkwan wtf is all this for”

He explains his logic to you, which is that if he wears sunglasses, no one will know he’s staring at them (he’s gotta keep an eye out for the book snatcher), and that if you two are going to be in the library all day, you need to have snacks.

You decide it’s not worth it to try and explain to Seungkwan that he’s drawing more attention to himself by wearing sunglasses indoors.

So you’re like “Seungkwan there’s no food permitted in the library, at least stash the chips in my bag”, to which he gratefully complies, not wanting his chips to be confiscated my one of the meaner librarians.

This ‘steakout’ (if you can even call it that), is basically the two of you just playing cards, chatting, and not really remembering why the two of you were there in the first place.

That is until you happen to glance over to the replica, and see a tall Ravenclaw boy standing right in front of it, his body facing the replica, back to you.

You give him the benefit of the doubt, thinking that he might just be admiring the almost-complete replica.

That is until you see his slender fingers wrap around one of the books making up the walls of your sculpture

You nudge Seungkwan and point frantically at the boy, which apparently was bad idea because Seungkwan jolts up so fast, he knocks over his chair, and screams (in this otherwise dead silent library), “HEY, YOU BOOK SNATCHER!”

This seemed to startle the Ravenclaw boy (but let’s be real, who the fuck wouldn’t that startle), who hadn’t completely removed the book from the replica. With the book only halfway out, the Ravenclaw boy flinched so hard at Seungkwan’s battle cry, that the whole replica went tumbling down.

The boy immediately dropped the book, and his hands flew to cover his mouth, obviously horrified that he just ruined someone’s hard work.

Seungkwan marched straight up to this kid, you following less aggressively behind him, and spun him around so hard you’d think he’d have gotten whiplash cough cough nct 127... sorry I’ll leave

Seungkwan: *pulls down sunglasses* “Oh. It’s just Wonwoo”

You step out from behind Seungkwan to get a better look at this Book Snatcher/Wonwoo, and to put it bluntly, you are s h o o k.

Like how the heck does someone manage to be that good looking?? His pretty face is one of the 7 wonders of the world. Like who the heck has cheekbones that sharp, they look like they could cut diamonds. (or the hearts of carats… honestly idk how you Wonwoo stans live when he’s that attractive like fr how are you not deceased)

But you snap out of it like “oh yeah he #wrecked our freaking replica and we only have one day left to finish it”

Before any of you can say anything, a librarian kicks the three of you out of the library for being “loud and disruptive to your peers”

After getting kicked out, Wonwoo is pouring out apologies to Seungkwan, who cuts him off and is like “You should apologize to Y/N, they’re the one who’s been working the hardest on this replica”

Wonwoo only then seems to notice that you’re even there, but when he does, it seems like his gorgeous eyes pierce right into your soul. He then starts pleading to you that he’s really sorry, and if there’s anything he can do to help.

Seungkwan butts in and is like “um heck yes you’re helping now, meet us tonight after dinner in the library so we can try and complete it by morning”

So after dinner, you make your way over to the library, which is only lit by a few scattered lights and candles, seeing as no one is usually in there around this time of night. You spot Wonwoo, who’s sitting criss-cross in front of what is now just a giant messy pile of books, smiling to himself while reading a book.

You silently go and sit down next to him and ask what he’s reading.

At first he’s like “holy hell” because he did nOT see you there, he was so into his book.

But then he goes on and explains what book he’s reading, and all the things he really likes about what the author has written, and basically goes on the cutest rant about why he really loves this book so far.

You don’t even realize you’re smiling so hard until he glances over to you and is like “why do you seem so happy??”

“Because you’re cute, that’s all”

If it weren’t so dark in the library, you would’ve seen his face turn bright pink so fast.

“But why were you taking books from the replica?”

Wonwoo looks away from you, like a kid getting in trouble with their parents, and he explains that some of the books you used were ones that he really wanted to read, and that he wasn’t trying to sabotage your replica or anything.

You heart just melts, because all this sweet boy wanted to do was read these books, he wasn’t being malicious at all.

Seungkwan suddenly barges in and is like “if Wonwoo isn’t here I stg I will-”, but then he sees the way that Wonwoo is lowkey blushing and looking at you, completely entranced, and Seungkwan kind of just backs out of the library and leaves. Because he also remembered how flustered you were when you met Wonwoo earlier and he was thinking… maybe they’re catching feelings ;D

Seungkwan, getting back to the Hufflepuff dorms: “I’m the worst project partner but the best match maker”

Soonyoung: “Yup, sounds about right to me”

Joshua: “What the heck have you done now”

Anyway, you start to get worried after Seungkwan doesn’t show up (neither of you actually noticed him briefly enter the library earlier), and it’s obvious, with you checking the door every couple of minutes to see if he’s there.

Wonwoo: “Maybe he forgot?”

You: “I guess so…. Either way, we need to get to work on this”

After about an hour straight of rebuilding this replica, Wonwoo can see that it’s stressing you out, so he tries to cheer you up in the way he knows best.

Wonwoo: “Hey, Y/N”

You: “Yeah?”

Wonwoo: “Two windmills are in a field. One asks the other ‘what kind of music do you like?’. The other windmill says “well, I’m a big metal fan”

With all of your heart, you did not expect this boy whose expression has been mostly a cold, deadpan stare, to be cracking stupid jokes. You laugh so hard you almost end up knocking down a wall yourself.

Meanwhile Wonwoo’s all smug, like “heck yes, this cute person thinks I’m funny. Mingyu never laughs at my jokes”

So you two repeat this pattern of you getting a little overwhelmed, Wonwoo noticing, and telling you dumb jokes to cheer you up.

Most of the time he ends up laughing at you laughing, and you notice that when he laughs, he scrunches his nose up and it’s just so adorable.

It’s dawn when the two of you finally finish the replica, and tbh it looks a lot better than the one you and Seungkwan made.

You both are about to part ways, go to breakfast, and then your classes, when Wonwoo timidly grabs your hand to keep you from leaving.

You look up to him and are like “Yes?? Are you okay?”

He’s looking at his feet and says quietly, “I… know that this was my fault, for taking books and knocking it over… but I had a lot of fun spending time with you. And I was just wondering if you ever maybe have free time, if you’d like to meet up with me and go to Hogsmeade together?”

You’re like “assdfjghkl yes, of course”, and pull him down a little, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, before bolting out of the library.

Wonwoo just stands there for a moment, completely frozen by shock, before he grins really wide, and makes his way out of the library and to the Ravenclaw table for breakfast.

Jeonghan: “Why do you look so happy this morning?”

Wonwoo: “Ahh, it’s nothing…”

DK: “That means it’s something. You haVe tO teLL uS”

Wonwoo: “plz let me liVE”

So in the end, even though pulling all-nighters usually are awful, when you’re with the right person, they can end up being worth it.

[there-is-more-to-westerburg]

Story Post

It all started with a stupid text. Lilith somehow found herself in a big ole group chat with a whole bunch of people. Sure she had texted in it before since her mom was in it but not for as long as she had this time. Still she conversed with Kurt and he decided to talk about how JD and all of them were.... ghosts. Lilith didn’t really like ghosts all that much, it’s a long story for another day. She accused him of lying and they soon made plans to meet up at the school.  Lilith had no idea why she agreed to meet up with Kurt. It would be useless, ghosts weren’t real they couldn’t be. Still she changed into somewhat warm clothes, threw on her trench coat, grabbed her set of keys and snuck out the window. Her mom didn't like her going out so late especially to meet up with a stranger. She climbed down the side of her house and landed on the grass. She got in the car and started it before pulling out of the driveway and heading towards the school. Okay so maybe she also grabbed her pocket knife but it was for safety. Just in case.

Westerburg would have usually been locked but Kurt had already unlocked the front door to the school and went back to the library where he and Lilith agreed to meet up. He didn't sit down as he thought that he would fall asleep again, and then Lilith would think he was joking. He wasn't quite sure why he cared. He hadn't really crossed paths with her except for the party and JD's fucking obsession with all things Sawyer. Pacing the library floor seemed good enough, so he decided to do that until she showed up.Lilith made it to the school quickly, parked and got out. As Kurt promised the door was unlocked so she opened it luckily not making any sound. She made her way through the school’s hallways towards the library. Her footsteps quiet as she neared the room. She got to the room only having gotten lost once and walked in slowly. "Hello?" This sounded like the beginning to a really bad horror movie. Once she spoke Kurt flipped lights on and visualized, appearing before her. "Yo. What do I have to do to get you to believe?" He punctuated the last word with sarcasm and an eye roll. Lilith, not expecting him to pop out of nowhere, screamed and jumped back as he appeared in front of her.

Kurt couldn't help but laugh a little. "Hey. You good? There's a chair if you need to sit down." He gestured to the chair lazily. "So what's up?" Lilith was silent was she stood still, almost frozen. She kept her eyes locked on Kurt, this had to be some sort of hallucination from her head hitting the wall a couple days ago. Kurt frowned and waved a hand in front of her face. "Yoo-hoo, anyone home? I promise you ain't dreaming." Lilith snapped back to reality and took a step back. "This isn't real. You aren't real. I'm going crazy. I'm insane, I'm fucking insane." She mumbled to herself over and over. "No, L, I guarantee you I'm real. You aren't going insane. Don't pull a McNamara on me. You're fine." Kurt shifted a chair over to her. "Sit." Lilith took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. This wasn't real so why not just go along with it? She walked over to the chair and sat down. Kurt grinned at her. "I mean, at least you can hear me. But you might think you're hallucinating? How do I ~prove myself~ to you?" Before Lilith could answer a voice cut her off.

"A party? And I wasn't invited?" A raspy voice suddenly piped up. Its owner materialized a few minutes afterwards, with her hands on her hips, her milky white eyes judging her. "Well, Lilith. What a pleasure seeing you. Has anyone told you you look just like your mother?" Heather Chandler decided to join the conversation. This caused Lilith to scream, once again, and jumped back almost tipping the chair but luckily it didn’t. "Nope not real. This isn't real. My head is just messed up from what happened. You are not real." She said quickly as she stood up and walked backwards towards the door. Kurt sighed and scowled at Heather. "Look, you went and scared her! Even more!" He turned back to Lilith. "Sorry, L. But we're real and even if you think we're not, because you hit your head really hard, doesn't change the fact that I'm a ghost." Lilith shook her head repeatedly. "Ghosts aren't- they can't be real." Kurt frowned. "And why not?" Lilith ran her hand through her hair. "Because they can't!" She snapped as she glared at Kurt. Kurt stepped back, hands raised. "I mean, I'm kind of living- or should I say dead, proof that they are real? No need to get snappy, L." Lilith took a shaky breath as she shook her head again. "Wait- you said JD is also a ghost in the chat?" She said quietly, doing a complete 180 in the conversation remembering the conversation before making plans to meet up. Kurt raised an eyebrow at this sudden topic change. "Yeah? Big cloud of smoke? Blew himself up? Meridel knows this already."

"JD as in the JD my mom was friends with back in high school?" Lilith asked as she ran her hand through her hair nervously. "....yes?" He said it cautiously. "Jason Dean. Class of '89. Dickhead extraordinaire." Lilith widened her eyes as she covered her mouth with her hands. She was freaking out. "No. No this isn't- it can't be true." She was muttering to herself as she continued backing up. "Well, it is. Sorry to burst your bubble, L. I'd call him up myself but he disappeared." "Disappeared?" Lilith leaned against the wall, it steadying her, after hitting into it softly when she backed up. "You know what I don't care. I don't care about any of this. I'm gonna go home and forget about this. I'm done, I'm fucking done." She quickly pushed herself off the wall and walked towards the door. "You can run, but I'm still dead and you aren't insane! That sounded stupid. Sorry for upsetting you." Kurt didn't try and stop her. She wasn't his responsibility.

Slushie, JD’s ghost hamster that had been chilling in the library for the past couple days, dived in between two books that were propped against one another. Letting out a squeak as he landed and scurried his little feet to try and push his round blue butt through the space in between the books. Lilith heard a small squeak and looked around. She shook her head. "I- this was a mistake. I'm- I'm sorry." Lilith had no die why she was apologizing. She quickly turned on her heel and quickly made her way out of the library.

Heather who had been unusually quiet throughout the whole ordeal finally spoke up. "Wait!" she called out. "Believe me or don't believe me. But tell your mom that I'm counting on her, okay?" What was she talking about? "Fuck off." Lilith called back as she made her way down the hallway. Kurt wasn't quite sure why he had thought this would be a good idea. Clearly it wasn't. And JD was gonna kick his ass to hell, but oh well. He just sorta stood there.

Heather wasn’t going to let Lilith leave so quickly though.

"No!" The lights in the hallway Lilith were walking through flickered. "You don't get to just leave.” Lilith skidded to a stop as she looked up at the lights. Her breathing started to get heavier and uneven. Kurt made his way into the hallway and crossed his arms. "Yes she does, Heather. Chill." "Or what?" Heather floated to Lilith's side, stroking her back gently. "Your mom made a deal with me," she whispered in her ear, "and if she's not going to come through, then you're just going to have to suffer the consequences." Kurt popped over to them, even though it was entirely unnecessary, and pulled Heather away by the wrist. "Jesus fuck, Heather, let her leave! She's not gonna do anything if you threaten her, she already thinks she's going insane! Just leave her alone." Lilith stayed silent as she watched the two ghosts in front of her. She couldn't say anything and if she could she would have idea what to say.

"You will tell your mother to make good on her promise." she commanded. "Or else." "You don't get to threaten me or my mom you stupid bitch." Lilith had no idea where the surge of confidence came from but she was going with it. It was the only confidence she has had in the last week. "Can y'all maybe chill? Please? Heather stop being a bitch to the kid. L, just go home." Kurt sighed as he watched the girls in front of him. "I do!" Heather shouted back at her, ignoring the pain of straining her weak, damaged vocal chords and also ignoring Kurt. "She    ▩▩▩▩▩▩ ▩▩!" Once again, whatever force that kept the ghosts tied to Westerburg censored Heather's attempts at exposing her killer. She slapped her hands over her mouth and tried (and failed) not to cry.

Lilith's confidence drained from her and was replaced by confusion. "Why is she crying?" She asked quietly to Kurt. "After all your mother put me through," Heather wheezed, "you could at least expect her to do one thing for me. Just one thing." Kurt sighed and answer Lilith's question. "Because of frustration that we can't straight up say that ---- --- went and killed us." The words were fine except for the two words that came out like mangled garbage. "See?"Kurt crossed her arms. Lilith sighed and shook her head. "I guess thank you for meeting up with me Kurt. I'm sure this will never happen again." She nodded her head and she turned again, starting to walk away again. Her hand ran through her hair nervously. "Tell her," she called out. "Tell her I'm expecting her to follow through." Then she fell into an aggressive coughing fit. Kurt waved at Lilith's retreating form. "Bye, L! See you around!" He then turned to Heather, awkwardly patting her on the back. He didn't want to get bitchslapped right now. Heather piped in before Lilith could get too far away. "You know, why don't you take the scenic route? Maybe going by the football field will give you some deja vu." "Deja vu? Uh alright?" Lilith said confused as she turned yet again and made her way out of the school and towards the football field. She had no idea why she was going but now for some reason she couldn't stop. It was like her body wanted to be at the football field.

Kurt popped over and kicked the football field. "Wake up you stupid fuck!" Then he left. Heather sort of just left. She took a deep breath as she squeezed through the gate and walked onto the football field. It smelled like cigarettes and gun smoke. A light smog covered the field and she jumped when Kurt appeared suddenly but was soon gone. "This is a weird ass town." She got to the middle of the field and looked around. "Hello? After no answer she sighed. "JD? Are you here? You have to be. Fucking show yourself you coward. You liar, you fucking liar!" Lilith snapped as she yelled at nothing. "Where are you, you absolute douchebag!? Are you the reason Danny won't wake up?! You're that sick and emended that you had to hurt an innocent kid! You had to hurt more innocent kids!" Lilith scream as tears pricked her eyes. "Was this a whole scheme to fuck me over?! To get me to trust you and you stab me right through the back by hurting him?! SHOW YOURSELF AND FUCKING TELL ME!"

JD locked down in slumber, surrounded by darkness that came with limbo started to twitch. Damn who was making so much noise.

After a few moments of silence Lilith screamed out in frustration. "FUCKING COWARD. I TRUSTED YOU. MY MOM TRUSTED YOU. YOU FUCKING STABBED US RIGHT IN THE BACK. WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE THIS WHAT DID WE DO?! I THOUGHT I COULD TRUST YOU AND YOU THEN OUT TO BE A FUCKING GHOST. I TRUSTED YOU. WHAT WERE YOU JUST GOING TO STRING ME ALONG AND TRY TO KILL ME LIKE HE TRIED TO DO?!" Lilith screamed, she could feel her voice already getting raspy.

Kurt chilled a good distance away. Fuck you, Jason Dick.

JD started to stir, who the hell was yelling so much. And why were they saying his name. "-USTED YOU. MY M-M TR-ED YOU." What the heck was going on. JD started to pull out of his slumber. He didn't think he would come back this soon, didn't think he would come back ever. But as he reached his senses out to the world of the living he could sense it. Lilith 'Shit! Shit' he started to force himself away. Returning from limbo. Black smoke starting to lightly pool out of the football field. 'FUCK! FUCK! I swear if Kurt fucking told her he is going to wish he was slumbering away. "WHAT? WERE YOU JUST GOING TO" 'No! No!' He wasn't just going to do anything to her. She was apart of Veronica. He wanted to stay with them. Not drive them away. He wanted to destroy every fucking asshole who ever hurt them. But they wouldn't let him do that. "TRY TO KILL ME LIKE HE TRIED TO DO?!" 'WHO TRIED TO WHAT!!!' At Lilith's last proclamation JD fully burst from the ground. Dark thick smoke covering the football field. Spread out, layering the field in about a foot thick coat of ash and smoke.

Kurt promptly fucked off as far away from the field as possible. Not today, Satan. Not today.

Lilith screamed in fear as the smoke covered the field, quickly. She fell back and started to crawl back as fast as she could. "Oh god." She was going to die. She didn't get to say goodbye to Danny or her mom or to any of the people she meet while she was living here. She scurried back trying to outrun the smoke but she wasn't fast enough and soon it was all around her. JD quickly pulled himself back together. Gathering the smoke back into his more condensed form. The thick smoke pooling together, his body reforming with in. He moved one foot, then the next. Once getting used to "walking" again he stretched his arms out. Palms facing outwards and tilted downward. "Nonono. Lilith please don't be scared. Don't be scared I swear I'm not going to hurt you." He tried to talk as soft and calmly as he could. "I'm... I'm just here. Ok. You.. you were calling out so I came." He used his right hand to gesture to himself "I swear I'm the same person you've talked to in the past... I just look a little different."

"You're fucking dead! I should have listened to Kurt the first time he said it." Lilith said quietly as stood up and keep walking backwards. She couldn't trust him, not anymore. She couldn't let him near her or her mom anymore. "Kurt! He.. that conniving little son of a...." JD ran his hand through his hair trying to calm down. "Nope. Nope. I'll deal with him later he isn't important right now." JD tried to get closer to Lilith "Please Lil I swear I'm the same person you talked to before. Please! I'm the same person that hasn't changed! The state of my existence doesn't change any of that! I'm still the person you go to get slushies with. And the person who has hung out with you while your mom has been out." He was freaking out on the inside. This can't happen. This can't. Not now. He was doing so good. He thought it would get better. He thought leaving would make everyone happy. "Please, Veronica doesn't let this change how she has handled me."

"My mom knew! Oh my god." Lilith ran both her hands through her hair. "I- I can't. Not again- not fucking again." She muttered to herself and a thought came to mind. "Did you hurt him?" Lilith asked venom and fear seeping in her voice. He rippled back in shock "Hurt who? I don't know who you are talking about?" He took another step forward. 'Shit can she see me see me.' He glanced down at his ruined body. Parts fading in and out of existence, blood occasionally dripping down. Lilith widened her eyes as she noticed how JD looked, she felt like she was going to faint. "Danny. Did you hurt him?" She tried to look away from him but like a terrible car accident she couldn't look away. "Danny?" JD shock his head. "No. No. I didn't." 'Fuck what happened to Danny? I disappear for three days and the world goes to hell' noticing the horror in her eyes JD tried to drag his smoke in closer. Trying to conceal his true form the best he could. "I don't even really know the kid why would I hurt him?" "I don't know! You hurt innocent people already so why not hurt more?!" Lilith exclaimed holding her arms out to the side, her voice cracked as tears pricked her eyes once again. "What all do you even know about me?! Some stuff you've read on the internet from a group of kids!? Who know jack shit about what happened. And if I was really going to hurt another person do you think your mother would let me around you?"

The air started to smell heavily of cigarette smoke.

"You seem like the manipulative type. Get my mom to trust you, get me to trust you. Get everyone to, even a small bit, trust you and go under the radar when someone accidentally gets hurt. You're psychotic." Lilith dropped her arms as she kept eye contact with JD. JD phased. Slipping in and out like static. "Lilith I promise everything I do I do for you and your mother. I lost Veronica once. I'm not going to lose her again! I haven't even done anything! Ever since Veronica came back I've been trying to do better! So why? Why are you acting like I just killed someone!? Why do you hate me so much when not a week ago you were perfectly fine with me?! Veronica knows I'm like this!! She has seen me like this!! Heck she is willing to work with Kurt the rapist and Heather the bitch! So if she is willing to try and work with us why won't you?" JD's hands were clenched. A pain burning in his chest. Yes he killed and he would do it again. But Veronica didn't want him to and if he did he would lose her. So he would work not to. Besides no one had given him reason to anyway. He would be damn if that blackmailing bitch Heather would be able to be redeemed in Veronica's eyes but not him. Not when he had been trying and all Heather has done is complain. "My mom must be insane if she's working with ghosts! She must also be psychotic if she knew you were a ghost and let me fucking near you!" Lilith couldn't deal with any more ghosts. "Just stay away from me, and my mom, and everyone." Her voice was quiet as she looked down at the ground. "You should've burned in hell."

"Why do you hate me so much??!! I haven't done anything against you!! And do not talk about your mother like that young lady!!! She has done everything she can to try and keep you safe!" JDs voice swelled in anger, hurt and confusion. His voice commanding as he reprimanded Lilith for talking ill about her mother. Lilith took a step back in fear. She was quiet as she just looked at JD. Her hand instinctively went up and traced the scar on her left cheek. "Lilith. Please. You can hate me forever. You can never speak to me again and wish for me to burn in hell. But please. Just tell me why you hate me."  He almost felt like collapsing. He had been out of a physical state for a while. And this was far from comfortable. He just wanted to sleep. But how could he. When Lilith hated him and he didn't know why.

Lilith actually didn't really have a reason to hate him. Was she just overreacting? "Danny. He's hurt and the only person I can think of who would hurt someone like this in this town is you."

"I've never even met Danny, and I never hurt someone without an actual reason. Granted they weren't the best. But I don't know the kid, and I don't even know what's wrong with him." JD tried to defend himself as he spoke to Lilith. "Then what happened to him?" Lilith sounded desperate, she wanted an answer but she knew JD couldn't give her it. He didn't know Danny, why would he hurt him? She sighed as she looked down at the ground. JD slow walked over to Lilith. Standing in front of her he slowly placed one hand on her shoulder. Granted it wasn't tangible, but it was more for the habit of the motion. "Well, what do you know happened to him? How is he hurt? Broken bone? Cuts? What?" Lilith flinched at the touch but didn't move away. "He's in a coma JD. A coma." Tears fell from her eyes as she looked up at him. She noticed how JD looked similar to Danny and that made even more tears fall.

"A coma... what happened?" Shit now he was making her cry. Couldn't he do anything right. “I don't know. He was on his bike and the doctors say he just passed out. He wasn't drunk, he had his helmet on, he didn't even hit anyone. And he just won't wake up." Lilith couldn't stop herself from crying, god she was a mess. Shit. Man this town really did seem to fall apart. Lilith was standing there crying and here he was less than a foot away standing there. It felt awkward. Back when Veronica used to cry he would hold her, but this is different. But still he wouldn't just stand there. Taking a gamble JD wrapped his arms around Lilith and slowly pulled to two of them together. Even dead he was still tall. Towering over the smaller girl who only came up to his chest. He pulled his smoke back. Trying to keep the young girl from breathing any of it in and concentrated to hold his form together. "Lilith I'm so sorry. I'm sure he will wake up." Lilith didn't even do anything to get out of the hug. She just continued to cry as JD hugged her. "The doctors have no idea when he'll wake up. I've been visiting him, he has a younger brother. I can't watch that little boy lose his older brother. I can't watch Danny's mother lose him." She held onto JD tightly somehow, weird ghost shit. "Lil, do you want to go sit down. Standing in the middle of a football field probably isn't the best place. Umm.." he thought for a moment "ah! I have a friend of mine I want you to met! I think it might cheer you up! Trust me you'll love him!" Lilith was still cautious of JD. "Who is it?" She asked quietly as she wiped away the tears from her eyes. “Um... it's kinda a surprise. But I swear he won't do anything wrong. Mer has met him and actually really likes him! Veronica thought he was pretty cute! He is just up at the school. It will take me like two seconds to grab him real quick. I left him in the library." Lilith furrowed her eyebrows. "Uh okay?" Maybe she'd be able to run when he leaves. Get to her house and tell her mom that she knows everything. "Ok!" JD had a huge grin on his face "just wait right here! I'll be back before you can count to 10!" He quickly speed off to the school twisting as he made his way to the building.

Lilith looked around and started to walk backwards, not running just yet ready to do it.

JD quickly twisted into the school. Zooming into the library and quickly picking up the small little blue hamster that was laying between two books. "Gotcha!" He quickly turned around zooming back through the halls and through the door. "Don't think I'm not coming back for you Kurt!" He twisted through the air as he headed back to the football field. JD landed back on the grass, reforming his body as he touched the ground. Slushie gripped in his hands. He looked up the find Lilith several feet away from where they had been standing before. His face fell. "You were trying to leave weren't you?"

Lilith looked over quickly and swallowed nervously. "I- no. No, why would I do that?" She asked trying to sound like she wasn't actually trying to leave. She should've ran.

Kurt groaned. This was fine. Totally fine.

"Heh" JD let out a small laugh. "Should have figured. It's not like you suddenly wouldn't hate me any more." He held out his arms. "Anyway. This is Slushie. Thought you might like to meet him." He lifted his left hands to reveal the small blue body of the hamster. His nose twitching Slushie stood up on his hindquarters and sniffed around. Lilith gave a confused look to JD. "Slushie?" She took a hesitant step forward. "I'm guessing he's a ghost too." "Um.. yea. He is my hamster. Was my hamster. Back when I was alive. He died not too long after I did." Slushie turned to Lilith. His little eyes looking up at the girl. He let out a little squeak. "My dad wasn't the best. Really neglectful. Never thought a hamster could come back as a ghost, but one day there he was. Crawling around on my chest. I really like slushies. So when I got him I named him Slushie. It's a pretty lame name but I was 16 at the time." JD nervously rubbed the back of his head. “To be honest I'd probably do that." Lilith put her hands into the pockets of her coat. "Uh he's really cute... for a ghost hamster."

Kurt was trying and failing to knock himself out by hitting his head on a desk. Fuck this.

"Um.. yea. He is a Teddy Bear Hamster. They are pretty fuzzy. Ironically he is pretty fat. Considering how he died." He stretched his arm out and expanded the smoke allowing Slushie to move along it. "You can hold him if you want. Oddly enough he can touch people. Or I guess people can touch him." Lilith hesitantly held her hand out to allow Slushie to climb on her hand. She was still freaking out on the inside but she found it best not to show it now.

Slushie moved his small little body onto Lilith hand. His little feet moving over her palm. His nose traced along her hand as he sniffed her. His swishers brushing from side to side.

"If you don't want to hold him you don't have to... Mer and some of the others liked him. So I thought maybe he might make you smile." JD glanced at the ground then back at Lilith. "Look if you want I'll go away again. I wasn't really planning on coming back. But if you really want me out of your life. I'll go. You'll never hear from me again." 'Well not me me at least.' Lilith cupped her hands and looked at Slushie with soft eyes. He was really cute. She looked up as JD finished talking. "Look I just can't deal with this ghost bullshit anymore. Not anymore." JD gave Lilith a confused look. Had the others been messing with her? "What do you mean anymore? Have Kurt and Heather been giving you a hard time. I swear those two they can't ever just leave people alone and shut their-" "No. Not them." Lilith cut him off. "Well I mean Heather has been sort of a bitch but I guess she's always like that. Look forget I said anything." "No. Lilith. You can't just ignore this. What are you...." realization dawned upon JD "you've dealt with something in New York haven't you? Did something try to hurt you?" Lilith looked back down at Slushie and sighed. "It's nothing. Done and dealt with."

"You don't seem done with it. Not if it's still affecting you. Does your mom know?"

Lilith laughed dryly as she gently petted Slushie. "I thought if I told her she'd think I was crazy." "Heh. Trust me. After everything your mom has seen she would not find you crazy. If it's still bothering you you need to talk to her about it. Talk to someone about it..." JD watched as Slushie leaned into the petting. Letting out little squeaks of content. "look I'll go. I won't bother you unless I find it absolutely necessary. As for your mom. I can't promise anything. It's up to Veronica. But I'm not alone here. Heather is kinda a bitch and has already threatened to hurt you if your mother doesn't do what she wants. If Heather does come after you I am going to interfere. You can hate me all you want, but I'm not going to let you get hurt." Lilith was silent for a couple moments. "Why is my mom roped into all of this? Sure she was friends with Heather and all of them in high school but why is she in all of this?" She asked as she looked back at JD. "We... your mother.... your mother and I were dating at the time that this all went down. Heather, Kurt, Ram they all hurt her, they made her and others cry and I killed them for it. Your mother did not agree with my methods and we ended up fighting. I killed myself shortly after." Well it wasn't exactly a lie. JD looked Lilith dead on as he spoke. Not backing down as he admitted what he did to her. "I made each of the deaths looks like a suicide. Added some irony into it. Heather, who was all about possession and titles lost all her things and while becoming famous in the school, lost her position of power. Kurt and Ram, who bullied and picked on people and tried to rape your mother where made out to be gay lovers. The two where homophobic so I thought it was poetic justice. The two sexy crazed homophobic jocks dying and being remembered as gay lovers. Your mother was far from pleased when she realized what I had done." Jd sighed as she looked around. "And now here we are." JD gestured around them. “Nearly three decades later and all of us are still stuck in this hell hole. Imagine my surprise when instead of Fire or icy plains I came to on the football field. That was a shock."

Lilith almost dropped Slushie at JD’s confession but luckily didn't. "You killed three people and my mom knew? She knew and it didn't turn you into the cops." Her eyes were wide as she looked at him. "Nonono!" JD gestured widely "there was no point I was dead!" He paused. "I mean what would have been the point! The killer was dead so why tell. Let the town go on a use the deaths as a lesson, they became lessons to the school, heck Kurt and Ram's death helped this town open up more to being gay! In Sherwood Ohio!" "Not that. Not that that makes it ok." He hit his head with his hand. "They were still bad! But your mom didn't do anything wrong. I did. It was all me!" "Awesome. The first person, thing, ghost i don't know, I became friends with is a murderer. And I found that out today. That's great, so great." Lilith said nervously as she petted Slushie again. “Look I'm far from perfect. I Don't exactly regret what I did to them yet. I regret that I hurt your mom. But Heather, Kurt, and Ram. They were the kind of people who drove others to kill themselves. The assholes you made the world hard for decent people they..." JD stopped and took a breath "look I could go all day into why I did what I did. But I know Veronica doesn't agree with my point of view and that you won't either. But I'm trying to earn back your mother's trust. To prove to her I can be better. If you'd let me. I'd like to prove that to you too. However I can. Whatever I have to do for you to start to trust me again. And I did want to tell you. Kurt telling you is far from what I wanted." "You fucking killed people. My mom- how could she even start to trust you again? You killed people, you shouldn't have died you should have rotted in jail." Lilith looked at him with a hopeless expression. "It's been 28 years I have been stuck here, with the people I hate the most don't you think that's prison by itself." He said exhausted, gesturing up to the school. "Besides I wouldn't have been in there long. I would have gone on death row soon enough. I may have been legally a kid, but they would have tried me as an adult. But I guess it's pointless explaining it to you. Just." He gestured with his hands facing his palms to the side facing inward. His arms bent as he spoke. "Think about this. It's been 28 years. I am dead," he pointed to himself "I don't leave behind evidence and I can't be punished." He counted off on his fingers "If I was still the same as I was back then then why haven't I killed anyone else? Why haven't I killed DJ or Laura, who are like clones of the morons from when I was a student here?" He pointed to the ground "I have the perfect ability to get away with it. Yet since that day in 89 I haven't killed anyone."

Lilith sighed as she placed Slushie on her shoulder. "Everyone has a breaking point. You'll snap one day or another and kill another person. History always repeats itself." She laughed softly as she ran her hand through her. "You'll kill again. You can deny it all you want but one day you will and my mom and Stella and Meridel and everyone will have seen it coming. But you're right you will get away with it and just like Heather, Kurt and Ram their deaths will go unavenged.  That's why they're here still right? Because you didn't get the punishment you really deserved? Because you offed yourself before anyone could figure out the truth." Lilith sighed once more before moving and sitting down on the ground. JD glared down at Lilith. Frustrated with her. "I'm not here because of that! I'm here because if your mother.” Lilith laughed dryly again. "What because you still love her? You think you can get her back, be back in her life. Have the life you always wanted together." Lilith leaned back and laid on the ground looking up at the sky as she spoke. "Fuck no!" JD started to pace "I lost that life a long time ago. I'm here because all throughout my shitty life. Through my mother killing herself, to my pops drinking and beatings, from always being on the move. Through all of that Veronica was the only good thing to come into my life. Out of all those schools I went through she was the only person who ever gave a shit!! And I hurt her! I took the best thing in my life and hurt her!" JD turned to Lilith. "I took the only thing in life that made me feel alive and I hurt it. Instead of protecting her like I should've I only damaged her! That's why I am here. Because I damaged Veronica and I have to make sure nothing ever does that again. Because after what I did to her I have to make sure she has a good life, that nothing hurts her! That is why I am stuck on this planet. That is why I'm stuck in this town. And that is why I am right here, right now!!! Not because I want to kill more people, not because I need punishment. I'm here because your mother has to have a good life. Because if she doesn't then I will never be able to let myself rest and move on to hell." Lilith sat up and looked down at her lap. "Look, you seem very passionate but I can't believe anything you say. I know I probably sound like a dumb bitch but I've already heard those things before. Sure they were in a different context but same difference." Lilith sighed as she ran her hand through her hair. "History always repeats itself." She muttered to herself. "Look. I know I'm not gonna convince you of anything. So" he leaned over and picked up Slushie "I'm going to go. Why don't you go see that Danny kid. All alone in the hospital the kid probably needs someone to visit". With that JD turned invisible no longer allowing Lilith to see him. Dissolving back into smoke he flew over the field and threw the stands. He had a host to find.

Lilith took a deep breath before standing up. She brushed off her clothes and made her way back to her car. She just wanted to go and see Danny. He was the only person in this godforsaken town she could trust anymore.