#Bae if you’re an alpha that’s okay

[mae-gi-writes]

If You’ll Have Me . Kevin Moon (Part 1)

You’re Kevin’s mate. But you also happen to be his best friend. 

Genre: werewolf au! friends to lovers! au, fluff

word count: it’s LONG. Buckle up BUTTERCUPs heheh ~

----- PART ONE ----- 

You're everything he's ever wanted.

Everything and more.

Kevin has never fallen in love.

Well, he's had a few crushes here and there. But they don't count. They'd been superficial and Kevin had been nothing but a child then. And when he finally got introduced to the wolf pack and realized he had canine blood running through his veins, his interest had faded with time. He doesn't even remember what his last date had looked like, only recalls smelling the grease of fries off her fingers long after they'd left the burger joint.

And it's just so...weird. because Kevin knows you. He knows you because you spend practically all day together; same courses, same classes... if you were his mate, he should've known from the moment he laid his eyes on you, from the moment he smelled you.

The realization hits him right smack in the middle of your Marketing presentation.

"That's so unusual," one of his pack mates and best friend, Jacob Bae, says upon hearing him recount the story, "it's usually marked upon first sight."

Kevin strings his hands through his brown locks in an attempt to halt himself from ripping it all off, "this wasn't...supposed to happen. It can't. I know her. That changes everything."

"It doesn't have to."

Kevin turns to see his alpha standing by the door. While Sangyeon has never been the tallest, his presence exudes of power alone and for that they all have his respect, "she's the one your wolf chose. And that's easier because you're friends. She trusts you already."

"Easier said than done," Kevin mutters, burying his head into the crook of his arms to hide the rising tide of emotions, "you're not the one who has to break it her."

"She cares about you too, you know.” 

A sob dies halfway through Kevin’s throat. He looks away and when he speaks, he can’t stop the break in his voice,  “I don’t want to hurt her.” 

“Listen,” Sangyeon crouches down next to his form as he lands a hand onto his shoulder, brown eyes understanding and swimming with sympathy, “it’s never easy. I know, I’ve been there. But--you also know her, that already gives you an advantage that none of us ever had.” 

Kevin thinks that his alpha is mad. Out of his mind for thinking that you’d be so willing to accept the fact that you’re going to be bound to him for the rest of your life because some shitty Moon Goddess had decided it to be so. And Kevin is mad, at himself, for going along with his alpha’s plan even though he doesn’t completely believe in not giving you a choice.

But you have a choice. And he makes sure to voice that out once his secret his out in the open. 

Of course, he is met by more than just surprise.

You’re shocked, practically falling onto your butt and scrambling back against your room door. The look on your face tells Kevin that he shouldn’t push it, that this was a huge mistake, but still, he crouches down so that he’s face to face with you and looks at you with pleading eyes. 

“I’m...I--I don’t know what to say,” you try to un-jumble the words coming out of your mouth, “I--you--a wolf? I mean--you’re--” 

“Y/N,” he searches your eyes in hopes that you don’t faint, “it’s okay--just...don’t panic.” 

“Don’t panic?” You laugh, though he can smell the fear rolling off you in waves, “how the fuck do I do that? My best friend just told me that he’s a huge dog and I’m....I”m...” 

Your lips struggle to pronounce the words and though he shouldn’t let that deter him, it still stings. Kevin lets out a soft sigh, trying not to sniff the air for another whiff of your scent.

(god, you smell like his favourite type of flower and he doesn’t even have one). 

Shifting a little closer to you, he continues in a soft voice, “I don’t expect you to understand, or to accept me. I--” he takes a slow breath before exhaling, teeth coming down to wedge onto his bottom lip in the process, “I just want you to know. If --If you reject me --and it’s fine if you do,” he adds hurriedly as shock fills your features, “then I don’t think...I don’t think I can see you. Anymore.” 

“W--Why not?” 

Kevin doesn’t say anything for a minute and you keep staring at him, trying to figure out the cogs working in his brain. 

When he speaks again, his voice is strained with effort, practically choking on a sob as he looks away, “I don’t think I can stand being close to you, it will...it will hurt too much, Y/N.”

His heart fills with sadness, squeezes in pain at the hurt that slaps you in the face and you can’t help but whimper. 

That’s enough for Kevin. He moves before he knows it, so quickly and barely making a sound that you don’t even have time to blink before you’re wrapped up in his arms and burrowed in his chest, smelling the scent of his laundry detergent mixed in with his natural odour that had always comforted you in so many ways over the past years.

Your arms snake around his middle to hug him close and he tightens his grip in return, a sign that he understands your turmoil, that it’s okay with him, whatever you choose.

“Hey,” he murmurs into your hair, already drunk on the thought of having you-- your warmth, your body, your heat -- so close to him. Sangyeon would’ve killed him for his imprudence, but Kevin doesn’t care. Not when you’re hurting. Not when you need him.

“I don’t--” you let out a sob as your hands claw at his t-shirt, “I don’t want you to go away.” 

“I won’t, I won’t,” he’s quick to reassure you.

“But you said--”

“I’ll always watch over you from afar, Y/N,” leaning back and cupping your face, Kevin ignores the sizzle of warmth that traces along his fingers and up his arm. You’re beautiful, how had he never seen it before? “even if you don’t see me--”

“But that’s not the same thing!” 

“I know,” one of his hands smoothes over the back of your head, “I know. I’m sorry. For everything,” the last part he mumbles into your hair when he hugs you once more, eyes closing while he relishes in what might be his last moments with you.

For you, he’d do everything. Anything.

-----

You seek him out a few weeks later.

Weeks. Weeks had gone by after that one afternoon where you’d lost control and started pummelling Kevin with insults. After that, he’d promised not to drop by until you were ready to talk it over, and from the dazed look you’d given him, Kevin had returned home with a heavy heart and a heavier step in his wake.

It had been torture, waiting and waiting and waiting for you to come by. All his days felt meaningless, his mate senses hurting because of the lack of intimacy with its significant other, his wolf even more restless at the thought of spending time apart -- wasting time apart -- from his mate. So much so that Kevin had to take it out on small breaks and even volunteered to take on more patrol shifts just to tire his wolf out.

“You should eat,” Sangyeon’s mate, Marea, murmured while placing another spoonful of rice on his plate. She’d been with the pack for ages now and all the boys treated her like a mother despite the fact that she’s a couple of years younger. Looked it too, with her short curly ginger hair and a small child’s face and barely above five feet. 

“Thanks,” Kevin muttered back absentmindedly. 

From across the table, Soa -- Jacob’s mate and also a good friend of his -- whistles to get his attention before speaking, “oh stop moping Kev. The girl needs time to think. You just told her you could transform into a man-eating wolf. Of course she’ll be a bit traumatized.” 

Kevin scowled at her and Jacob growled, causing him to shift his scowl to his best friend, “Chill out. I didn’t do anything.” 

“Don’t throw her that look. She’s trying to help,” Jacob answered snarkily. 

“It’s fine Jake,” Soa -- bless her soul -- pulled her mate back with a hand on his shoulder, “relax. It’s alright.” 

Understandable, considering that they’ve barely been mated. Younger mates wolves tended to be more possessive and aggressive towards potential threats and Kevin was no exception. 

Kevin wonders if this is the karma that they always talk about. After all, it's not like he's an angel. Far from it. Done pretty questionable things in his youth. But does that justify the constant ache in the middle of his chest where his heart should be?

It hurts.

It hurts so much that he spends night after night whimpering himself to sleep.

So when he finally comes face to face with you one sunny afternoon -- after absolutely no contact-- it's like ice cold water thrown in his face. 

Emotion rushes through his limbs, travels up his chest and all air in his lungs stick inside the back of his throat as he forces his legs not to give out underneath him. He leans against the hallway, breathless, forcing his eyes to the carpet lest he gets heartbroken by the look on your face.

"Hey," the sound of your voice makes Kevin want to purr. It's beautiful, a melody that causes shivers to rack up and down his spine.

He swallows. Hard. Then greets you back softly.

You smell fucking amazing. And it's taking everything in his power not to pounce and mark your scent with his own.

In his peripheral, Kevin takes note of Sangyeon's figure and he's glad that his alpha is looking after him. God knows what he can do in that delirious state.

He manages to get the slightest hold onto his sanity, Kevin manages to grovel out, "what are you doing here?"

You hesitate, bristling. 

"I wanted to know how you were doing."

" 'm fine."

"I brought you your favourite," that's when he takes note of the packet in your hands. Caramel-flavored chips. His favourite indeed.

Or had been. Until you.

"Can I..." his orbs slowly lift, heart pounding at the sight of your face. Those eyes, those lips... his fist curls into a ball, pressing against the wall, "can I come in?"

"I don't...I don’t think that's a good idea."

"W-Why not?"

Because I might do something unspeakable if you step through that door.

"Because I... because I can't--" Kevin shakes his head, the words knotting up inside his throat before his teeth finds purchase onto his lower lip. Turning his face away as if that will make things easier, he chokes out, "I can't be close to you."

And then he waits.

He waits for you to turn around, walk away.

Because that's what he would want. That is what you would want, at the end of the day.

He's a monster. And you, you need to live--

"I accept it."

Kevin freezes in mid-thought. What?

You must have made a mistake. 

A big, terrible mistake. 

Surely you haven't thought this over as you should. Do you realize the amount of setbacks that you'll have just because of him?

He smells you, feels you, before he feels your soft hands touch his arm. Kevin turns as if on autopilot, and with a shaky exhale, focuses his red-rimmed eyes on your brown ones simmering with a warmth that makes his heart melt and knocks the air out of his chest at the same time.

"I want to be with you, I--" your lip can't help but tremble and he reaches out, thumb stopping the action absentmindedly and trying to ignore the sparks shooting through him, "I want you, whatever way you'll have me so just-- please don't push me away, please--"

Kevin's arms shoot out to crush you to his chest, halting the rest of your sentence as he hugs you close and holy shit, it's better than he's ever imagined it. His body practically burns, overwhelmed by the memories of you two flashing through his mind like a movie on replay.

He's so grateful. So fucking grateful that he'll have you, and that you'll accept him.

However you want him. He'll be yours.

-----

"How does it feel?"

After you and Kevin had decided to try this whole mate thing out -- not before he practically begged you to just act like you would normally because he doesn't want you to force yourself in any way -- it had taken some time for you to get back to how things were before. You learnt that the rest of the boys were just as wolf-y as Kevin was and that the girls were chosen mates, just like you.

And it's overwhelming. You're drowning in complete confusion about the world that had just opened before your eyes.

Maera and Soa reassure you that it is always the case.

"Well it was a little different for me," Maera admits with a small blush as she busies herself with packing the utensils away in the kitchen cupboard, "I liked Sangyeon before he got marked with me."

"Did that influence his marking?" You ask.

"Not necessarily. The marking is weird. You never know who you'll fall head over heels for," Soa's nose wrinkles, "Jacob didn't even know me, nor did I. We just happened to click at a party and he invited me out on a date. It was after we started going out that he told me he was a wolf. And that he chose me as his mate."

"Didn't that upset you?"

"Hm, yes. A little. It stung, knowing that he didn't choose me because he genuinely liked me," Soa shrugs, "but it's not like I can control it. If you like that person, then the marking will definitely work well."

"And if you don't?"

You don't miss the way the two girls exchange glances.

"That doesn't normally happen," Marea says finally, adding a little laugh as though that will help.

But it doesn't. It only adds to your growing confusion.

So you decide to take the matter into your own hands and proceed to corner the said wolf in question one quiet evening when everyone else has retreated to their rooms. Lights have gone out, with only the kitchen light flickering over the room as you help Kevin wash up and put all the clean dishes away. 

“Can I ask you something?” you finally ask without looking at him. 

“Sure,” he laughs a little as he grabs one plate from you and tucks it on the shelf. 

“Do all mates fall in love with each other?” 

The question feels like a slap in the face.

He freezes up, muscles tensing and jaw clenching. Your brain backpedals fast -- had you said something you shouldn't?

And then, Kevin lets out a deep sigh and it feels like all the fight suddenly seeps out of him, "I don't know."

You wait patiently, not realizing that your hands are clenching around one of the plates. Turning to set it down onto the pile of others, you wait patiently for him to continue.

"The Moon Goddess doesn't usually make mistakes. Even if you don't start out to initially like the person like that, you do eventually."

Kevin's voice is a soft murmur washing through you, but you'd be lying to say you can't hear the pain laced in his undertone and that makes your heart squeeze in your chest.

"Why'd you ask?"

"Just curious I guess."

He of all people will be able to detect that it's not just curiosity you have, but apprehension and fear, though he decides to opt for silence as you wrap up the rest of the mess and head to his room.

You've grown up with Kevin at your side, so it shouldn't be a problem to be sharing a sleeping space. However, being the gentleman that he is, Kevin has opted to sleep on the floor despite your onslaught of protests calling him out to be 'stupid' and 'it's not like we never slept in the same bed before.'

"It's not the same anymore," Kevin replies curtly before turning away from you, "not for me."

That night, you don't get a wink of sleep.

You're not going to lie and say that there is nothing when there is something. For you, at least. And definitely for your mate. 

It's new, and weird, and enthralling at the same time.

Like when you're within physical distance of each other, there's a strong heat connecting your bodies that sparks through your limbs every time that you cannot explain. It's this constant urge to be next to Kevin, when you're cooking dinner, when you're taking a walk through the park near your house, when you're not doing anything special in particular.

It's like your own skin is tingling, itching for him to be near and not satisfied until you finally are.

The boys decide on having a movie night a few days after your discussion, where everything is still awkward and you’re bustling around each other like a pair of parallel lines. At this time of the evening, you’re usually already cooped up in bed, still trying to digest all the information that had been thrown in your face a few weeks ago, when the girls decide to drag you into their mess, insisting that it’ll be fun to spend some quality time with the family. 

"Come on, don’t be such a party pooper!" Soa tugs at your arm like an insistent puppy while dragging you down the basement stairs. 

"But why twilight?" You hear Sunwoo grumble from behind you.

"I know, couldn’t it have been anything BUT twilight?" You add, shooting a glare in Soa's direction, who giggles in response, "twilight is romantic okay?! And we said no judging!"

"It’s not judging, that’s fact," Chanhee quips as they reach the basement. The rest of the wolves had already set up the huge tv screen -- courtesy of Sangyeon's parents as a parting gift -- and an array of pillows litter the ground, ready to be occupied and pounced on. Juyeon, one of the older boys and whom you’re well acquainted with -- the two of you grew up in the same neighbourhood -- brightens at the sight of the popcorn in your hands. 

"Finally, we've been waiting for hours," He reaches over to snatch the bag of popcorn from your hand but you quickly retract, "nu-uh. You didn't even bother helping."

"Cute. But you don’t stand a chance," he grins cheekily and before you know it, has snatched the bag out of your hands.

"Hey-- that is not fair!" You follow him to where he has plopped down on the other side of the room, only to be stopped upon noticing Kevin's eyes. They are filled with something unexplainable, something warm and you can't help but gaze back to notice how pretty he is.

"Can we just get on with it?” Hyunjae groans, burying his face into his oversized pillow. 

"Yeah, whoever chose this movie really wants them murdered or something," Sunwoo adds snarkily, smoothly dodging out of Chanhee's slap, "last I heard, Twilight is just a way of making us feel bad about ourselves. We don't even act like that half the time."

"You mean we don’t?” Hyunjae snickers, “because you definitely do--” 

His words stop in mid-yelp as Sunwoo when the latter’s pillow slams right into his face, "ow-- the fuck, man?!"

"No swearing in this house," Sangyeon calls while settling himself next to Marea, “let’s keep it pg-15 please.” 

"Ha, says the one who gets it every night," Eric's mumble is loud enough for the boys to cackle. Sangyeon, on the other hand, doesn't hesitate to kick him off his pillow, "just because you don't get any doesn't mean you have to be salty."

You giggle,  meeting Marea’s eyes across the room. She rolls hers as if to say, bunch of losers. 

But it’s only when the room goes quiet and the movie starts rolling that you feel the same familiar heat engulf your fingertips, travel up your hand to cover your entire limb. You don’t have to glance to your side to figure out the source of conflict. Without a doubt, it’s the dark-haired wolf that you’ve been trying to avoid these past few days and, biting your lip out of nervousness, you quickly spare him a glance. 

Only to see that he’s been gazing at you all along. Your eyes flit away, heat exploding through the back of your neck. 

Damnit.

Why is he looking at you like that? And why does it feel so...so right? So caught up in your triad of thoughts, you jump in surprise when the softest fingers brush over yours. 

Beside you, Kevin chuckles. It’s a warm laugh, one that sends delicious heat through your cheeks as you keep your gaze on the tv screen before you. 

Your fingers are tingling where he’s touched them, but you don’t pull away. Instead allowing yourself to bask in the sensation of having Kevin’s touch on your naked skin as his fingers tentatively twine through yours. 

It's just a hand to hand contact and yet, it makes your heart squeeze, knocks the breath out of you. You try not to gasp aloud, eyes glazed and unfocused on the tv screen.

Still, you stay. Even when his hand engulfs yours completely. Even when electricity sizzles up your spine and makes your head spin.

Even when his thumb starts caressing your outer knuckles.

You're not quite sure what's going on. Whether this is just a figment of the bond or just your feelings towards the said wolf. But what you do know is that there’s definitely some kind of attraction between you and you’d be a fool to deny yourself of that fact.

Great. What happened to your plan of not letting yourself be dictated by the bond? 

-----

Funnily enough, holding hands becomes more and more natural as the weeks proceed and you find yourself getting more comfortable hanging out at the boys’ house since Christmas Break is drawing near. Kevin, on the other hand. is fluttering with butterflies at the progressed interaction. He feels as though he’s permanently floating on cloud nine and it’s safe to say that the wolf has fallen deeply and utterly in love with every single piece of you, despite his constant rebuttals that ‘you were just close friends’ and ‘he’s very comfortable with you’. 

"Says the one who holds hands like 24/7 now,” Jacob teases at the breakfast table one morning, causing both Hyunjae and Eric to snort into their coffee.

"Friends do hold hands,” Kevin answers with a scowl in hopes that he doesn’t sound too defensive, but Hyunjae’s loud laughter proves otherwise, “oh Kevin, look at you, trying to justify your actions. It’s so cute.” 

“I’m not-- ugh, it’s a fact!” 

“Hyung, anyone can see that you’re into her,” Eric chips in with a playful smirk, “why are you denying it to yourself?”

“Exactly,” Jacob adds, “it’s normal for mates to fall in love. Look at me and Sangyeon.” 

“Yeah but Y/N is different. I don’t think we can venture up that path,” Kevin mutters into his bowl of cereal, missing the pointed looks exchanged by his pack mates, “and I’m okay with that. As long as Y/N is happy.” 

“No, nu-uh, don’t friend-zone yourself before you even get started!” Hyunjae grabs onto Kevin’s shoulders to give him a little shake, “that’s not how it works man! If you want more, you gotta work for it.”

“But I’m fine with how things are now.” 

"Oh stop lying to yourself hyung. Anyone with eyes can see that you and Y/N have something,” Eric rolls his eyes for good measure.

‘Something’ is the right word, when Kevin can’t define it by any other term.

And it doesn’t seem like you mind so much either. Subtle finger caresses turn into full firm hand holding, which slowly ebbs into casual shoulder brushes until Kevin gains the courage to wrap his entire arm around you that one night he was showing you how to play a video game. 

Oh, that had proven a challenge for him all right. You smell amazing (as always) and it had taken every single ounce of his self-restraint to stop himself sniffing your neck out like a lovesick puppy.

He’s all too engrossed trying to hold onto his sanity to realize your heart is fluttering, skipping beats even. 

“Then you press down onto the x button,” Kevin continues as if he’s not imagining himself cuddling into the crook of your neck and nuzzling your collarbone. 

Meanwhile, you are also trying to solve your own dilemma. Because it is safe to say that though you try your best to stay focused on the task at hand, your gaze seems completely and utterly focused on the way Kevin’s hair seems to fall into his face, lips forming words you can’t quite grasp. 

You want to touch him. Reach out and press your finger onto the tiny mole right along his jawline. 

“--Y/N?” 

“H-Huh?” you snap back to attention, flushing with heat at the close proximity of his face, “Oh s-sorry I didn’t quite catch what you were saying.” 

Amusement dances across his eyes, “I was asking you whether you were hungry.” 

“Hungry?” Your eyes flit to the clock on his nightstand. It’s past eleven, “uhm, I could eat something I guess.” 

“Great,” and he’s springing away from you as if being that close is like nothing at all and you feel like kicking yourself for reacting like a child, “I’m craving for some asian pastries.” 

"My dear Kevin, I am always down for asian pastries.” 

Half an hour later finds the pair of you striding along the Han River, the horizon glimmering with Seoul’s city lights like a ring of stars blending into the night sky. You sigh, loving the sensation of the chilly wind blowing across your face. It’s cold, but it’s a refreshing sensation, enough to cool off the heat that had accumulated in your cheeks, the back of your neck.

You’re busy chatting about the latest idol groups that popped up for their debut, leading into a discussion on the various controversies surrounding the entertainment world when Kevin’s hand weaves through yours comfortably, squeezing and brushing his thumb along the outside of your knuckles.

You squeeze back, trying not to distract yourself from admiring how attractive his hand is in yours -- what the hell, Y/N?! What’s wrong with you? 

“You’d think that they would give up,” Kevin continues on. He clearly hasn’t noticed your odd glances, “considering how much torture and pain they go through just to stand on that stage.” 

“it’s quite sad now, especially since it’s a booming industry. People are bound to be exploited,” you look forward as you speak, eyes on the buildings, on the bridge, anything to get your thoughts away from-- "You’re cold.” 

Too late. Kevin is already cupping both your hands in his and lifts them up to his face. He blows warm air, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and just the sight has your heart squeezing, melting like butter straight into Kevin’s arms. 

“Jesus Y/N. You’re freezing,” he looks up at you with a scowl, “why didn’t you tell me--” 

Hands grab onto his jacket, pulling him down to meet his lips halfway.

You kiss him and Kevin freezes up in response. 

Your mouth is cold. Colder than his. But warm. Warm with feelings. 

It ends all too soon. Before he can even register that it’s ended, until you gape at him in horror and stumble back as panic takes over. 

“Oh,” your hands go up to cup over your mouth, “no.” 

Kevin knows. He reads your face before you do it, “Y/N, wait--”

But you’re already turning around and running away from him, from what could have happened between you two that night.

-- 

Part 2 up soon! ~ 

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[bae-science]

it’s t-t-t-t-time for another newt bae-science fic rec extravabonanza! same rules, same boys, same bullshit! let’s get into it:

a beginning; a second chance by @dykesword

other newt and i have a long and intricate ritualistic battle to become the alpha newt, but i gotta give credit where it’s due. if you like to annotate your books for fun, this fic will give you a looooong comment you’ll want to write, and for good reason! there’s a lot of really well done metaphor and character detail in here, while still keeping a very soft, melancholy but with a hopeful edge tone. and also, like, the care and detail in which newt’s mental state in the aftermath of the precursors’ abuse is depicted is so so good, and delightful to read

husbandly duties by @kingeiszler

i am soooo biased with this one bc technically it was made for me but GODDAMN it’s good. this shit has everything: gottlieb trio sibling dynamics, vanessa in giant femme earrings, hermann yearning, newt and karla infodumping together, newt’s terrible and accurate gaydar, gay crime, the newmann dynamic and why it works boiled down to its bare essentials, pride and prejudice glasses touch, and neon green acrylics. required reading for the vanessaverse

Say That Again by @robertfrobisherslover

WOOF. if you like mutual pining and lack of communication from men with rocks for their emotional processing centers, and guncle (gay uncle) newt and hermann and KILLER artsy sex scenes, and themes of words unsaid in a story about LANGUAGE..... oogoogogoogouhufug. the writing style is clear and well paced, i LOVE little mako’s scene she’s such a cutie, and there’s like. a line. that’s a play on the whole “it’s always been you” trope. that lives in my mind rent free forever.

speak right to my heart without saying a word by @thekaidonovskys

i’m just gonna paste the comment i left on it here, because that sums up what is so absolutely incredible about this fic the best:

so sometimes you stumble on a piece of fiction that you add to your little collection of stuff you would show a person if you wanted them to understand a part of you that you can't quite explain eloquently, or it would take too long, etc etc, and i've never really found something like that for my autism until now, which, like, poggers. and i'll be as straight up as i can while still being the biggest lesbian in the great state of ohio (not a hard feat but alan invented computers so i love continuing on the autistic tradition of being a living miracle), the chameleon effect hit me like a mack truck. catholic school in the deep south is the most potent and effective form of ABA therapy imaginable :/. so sometimes i wonder what i would be like if i didn't have such a strong ability to pass, and here's where we finally get to the part of this comment where i just vomit compliments at you: you nailed it. you got it. i don't know if you're on the spectrum, but either way, well fucking done. trauma therapy research talks a lot about healing fantasies, which are fantasies, usually in the form of daydreams, that abused/neglected/traumatized/etc people create that directly address a struggle they have and take the form of a scenario in which that struggle is helped in some way. it could be an abusive parent repenting and showering them with the love they never had, or someone finding them during a panic attack and somehow knowing how best to comfort them without having to ask, or being intimate with someone and having a scar or physical deformity they've been shamed for be given attention and care. and i think you have created the ultimate perfect healing fantasy for autistic people, or at least those with """"high functioning"""" autism. it has a character who is visibly and undeniably on the spectrum having the pain and trauma going through life like that causes being acknowledged and validated, they are purposefully paid attention to because person b genuinely likes them and wants to understand and respect who they are and how they function in the world, and thus get The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known as well as the eventual rewards of being loved, person b makes a genuine effort to help teach them social skills in a way they can understand and learn through and is there for them when these skills are being practiced, their space and boundaries are respected but they aren't infantilized or thought of as an emotionless robot, and they receive love and comfort on their own terms not despite of but because of who they are, even specifically being asked not to change the way they are because that way is lovable. they are openly desired. writing is my fucking JOB and it's still difficult to put into words how much you got 100000% right about the dream with this fic. i have been in the EXACT and i mean EXACT same situation as hermann when he asked newt if it was his personality itself that made people not like him, because i deadass made a spreadsheet of all my personality attributes i thought could be preventing me from making friends in college, and then asked my fellow nd friend to see if there was anything i was missing. so i guess what i'm trying to say is that this amazing, and i'm bookmarking it and putting it on my next fic rec post, and maybe one day way way in the future if i ever get a partner i want to explain the whole autism thing to, i'm gonna have them read this.

The Facts With Newton Geiszler, PhD by what_alchemy (NSFW)

storytime: i read this fic a few years ago, completely forgot the title and author, and ended up thinking about the part where hermann admits to having fucked a trailer hitch when he was a teenager, at least once a week. last november, i say to my friend samara on twitter, head of the BSHCU (buttslut hermann cinematic universe), hey this seems like something you’d have read, do you remember a fic where... and samara says FUCK i do know what you’re talking about lemme find it. so if the fact that i have been looking for this fic for like, two years, and that it contains a moment so iconic all i had to say is, “hermann says he fucked a trailer hitch” and she IMMEDIATELY knew what i was talking about, does not convince you to read this... go back to catholic school i guess.

Feeling Blue by TempusPetrichor

fics where newt goes back to work as a biologist, especially a xenobiologist, post pru are really interesting, and usually have something neat to say about recovery, how it isn’t linear, how it often involves us returning to things we love for comfort, etc. this one sure does! some good emotional and physical h/c, LOVE the use of the ghost drift, and it’s always fun to see post pru fics use dialogue very obviously taken from dbt, trauma-specific therapeutical texts, and anything that shows the author has experience with, or did their research on, ptsd therapies.

You’re Everyone That Ever Cared by KlavierWrites

you know a fic is good when it’s an only 9k slowburn and still manages to reach infinite regress levels of are you fucking KIDDING GO TO THERAPY. newt “acts of service” geiszler may have a little misplaced misogyny due to his broken woman-centric gaydar. as a treat. the fucking. post-drift scene where hermann subtextually screams “LOOK IN OUR BRAINS YOU FUCK I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU I JUST HAVE AUTISM AND CAREER IN STEM DISORDER” is soooooo. god just hermann in general in that scene is great. if you like classic mid 2010s era newmann, ghost drift romance, and good ole mutual pining, this is a treat.

Baby, You're Hotter than my Bunsen Burner by SkySongMA

moronosexual hermann representation is something that can actually be so personal

Times of Stress by RadioMoth

the boys are processinggggggg. man what a good, quick and powerful punch to the gut. if you like post-pr1 catharsis and physical h/c, AND are the one friend that likes to comment at the end of the movie that hey newt got beat the fuck UP, check this one out.

black tea by @faggotcas

okay first of all, god fucking tier url, lee. second of all, food as a love language is my SHIT. i love the very slow relationship development here, where you see them making a genuine effort to get along and that in turn leading to feelings reigniting. it’s such a sweet little moment of a fic, with a nice atmosphere and tone to fit it

now here’s the part where i usually drop my latest fic, but i haven’t written one this month because i’ve been busy launching an audio drama! you can find it here, it’ll be right up your alley if you like cryptids and gay scientists and enemies to lovers and good ole americana, but since this is a newmann post, i’m gonna recommend the pacific rim audio drama duology i did a while back! part one is called conversations from the brink, and it’s a little slice of the pr3 we better fucking get from streaming that godawful looking anime. love and lesbians to everyone ❤️

#pacific rim #pac rim #mine #newmann #pacific rim uprising #fic rec

[karakozakov]

Fic Rec Pt.2

Here’s more fanfics to make your weekend!!!

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

Haikyuu!!

Pokemon Stars by Sleepy_Dormouse

Relationships: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Amanai Kanoka/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou

Language: English | Words: 316,468 | Chapters: 88/100 | Warning: Work in progress

With fierce battles and aggressive trainers how will timid Yamaguchi Tadashi find his place in the Pokemon world. Traveling beside his best friend, Tsukishima Kei, hopefully he will find his calling and prove to himself and the world that he is more than just a shy boy from Poni Island. 

This Insignificant Pride and Prejudice by Mysecretfanmoments, Pouler (poulerslashes)

Relationship: Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi

Language: English | Words: 33,656 | Chapters: 3/3 

Oikawa Tooru graduated high school with the burning desire to succeed in his college career. He'd hoped that might include taking down his arch-nemesis along the way, but when he finds that his college team hosts an offensively familiar face, he can't help but think that the universe might be conspiring against him. After all, what could be worse than playing on the same team as Ushijima?

i'll fall with gravity by ebenroot

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Language: English Words: 146,920 Chapters: 14/14

'Iwaizumi finds a lacy pair of panties hanging on the banister when he enters the foyer with coffee, donuts, and files balancing on his forearms. He prays to God that it isn’t his boss’s.'

or

Iwaizumi Hajime's official title is 'Assistant to Oikawa Tooru, CEO and Founder of Aoba Johsai Enterprises'. It is not 'Supersuit Tester/Friendly Ear to Stressed Scientists/Babysitter of a Nineteen-Year Old Wall Crawler/Sugawara Koushi's Eyes and Ears/Official Merc Bouncer/Unwilling Person that Stumbles Upon a Plot involving Enhanced Children'. Really, he deserves a pay raise.

i don't like darkness by avenqelic

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi

Language: English | Words: 11,064 | Chapters: 7/7

It couldn’t be real. Everyone had heard of Oikawa Tooru, the legendary prodigy who had gone missing with the rest of the crew from the Seijoh ten years ago. They were out on a four-year mission, with the last transmission halfway through saying they were on their way home.

After that, nothing.

Oikawa Tooru is lost in space. Iwaizumi Hajime tries to bring him home.

cross my heart and hope to die by TripsH

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Language: English | Words: 58,331 | Chapters: 1/1

This summer was their last chance, their final stand—kill or be killed, destroy or be destroyed. Failure wasn’t an option. Not for them.

Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime had crossed their hearts over a promise written in blood and punctuated with the utter decimation of a life they had once known, had thrown themselves into a new life where death was a commonality, survival a privilege. But they had only their goal in mind, only thought of the promises that drove them forward: to fight, to survive, to beat Shiratorizawa and pay them back for all that had been forcibly ripped from them. To win.

No matter what it took, they would.

i'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you by baekuugo (insxouts)

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi

Language: English | Words: 22,504 | Chapters: 8/8 | Warning: Mature

Iwaizumi Hajime is a single father trying to raise a teenager (or three) on his own. He thinks he does pretty okay and things are going great until he meets the Oikawa Tooru (who isn't as great as people think he is, if you ask Iwaizumi) and his life takes a turn for the best worst.

it's tradition. by hicsvntdracones

Relationships: Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Kindaichi Yuutarou/Kunimi Akira

Language: English | Words: 5,577 | Chapters: 1/1

It's tradition, it's tradition, they all say as they gather up the second and first years. The second years have a look of hard determination, while the first years are simply confused. Oikawa claps his hands together.

"Let's begin this year's annual training camp truth or dare!"

Kunimi tries to run.

A Place to Call Home by the_madame21

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Terushima Yuuji/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei

Language: English | Words: 191,554 | Chapters: 44/44 | Warning: Explicit

Oikawa Tooru doesn't need an alpha. He's doing fine all on his own. And the past four years of being a single mother have proven that this is exactly what he wanted from life.

Of course, life has a way of not always going as planned.

the slow descent by pennyofthewild

Relationship: Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi

Language: English | Words: 7,127 | Chapters: 2/2

On the first day of university volleyball practice, Oikawa Tooru walks into the gymnasium, sees Ushijima Wakatoshi standing in the middle of the court, immediately turns on his heel and walks back out.

If you can't beat them, join them.

only for the weekend by project_ecto

Relationship: Oikawa Tooru/Iwaizumi Hajime

Language: English | Words: 33,958 | Chapters: 5/5

RENT-A-BAE FOR THE NEW YEAR’S Single and tired of your family and relatives asking when you’re gonna get a boyfriend? Shut them up with your very own fake bf – Iwaizumi Hajime (20 years old, 179cm, great arms)! New year’s packages available!

Platinum - stay all night - matching outfits - small talk - some physical display of affection - cute story about how you met - help with dishes after dinner - details about post-graduation plans - a kiss

CALL 03-0401-1020 FOR A QUOTE!

Complete with a cropped picture of himself stuck on the right side of the godforsaken flyer, typed out in fucking Comic Sans, Iwaizumi was dangerously close to socking whoever thought it was funny to advertise him as a rentable boyfriend.

or, what was a harmless prank somehow lands Iwaizumi with a fake boyfriend for the new year’s.

Open Tab by Mooifyourecows

Relationships: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Language: English | Words: 540,908 | Chapters: 56/? | Warning: Work in progress

To: Shimi hey, quick question, do you think I might be gay? From: Shimi Sawamura's thighs? To: Shimi oh wtf From: Shimi Am I wrong?

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All Sugawara wants is a little inspiration. All Daichi wants is for his regulars to finally pay off their tab. All everyone else wants is to drink good liquor and watch as their best friends struggle.

The Haunting of Oikawa Tooru by Esselle

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Language: English | Words: 5,685 | Chapters: 2/2

This is not how Tooru wanted to spend his day. It's not his fault he's so in tune with the spirits. He didn't ask to have his house haunted—he’s not even getting paid for this.

But unfortunately, they won't go away until he figures out how to help them be at peace.

"Okay," Tooru says, "so Chibi-chan, you foolishly summoned Tobio-chan's restless spirit, and he's still too clueless to figure out how to move on, hmm?"

--

Tooru prefers not meddling in the affairs of the dead. Sometimes, however, their spirits don't give him that option.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu fic recs #fic recs #tsukiyama #tsukishima x yamaguchi #bokuaka #bokuto x akaashi #amanai x tanaka #ushioi #ushijima x oikawa #iwaoi #oiiwa #iwaizumi x oikawa #ushiten #ushijima x tendou #kagehina #kageyama x hinata #daisuga #daichi x sugawara #kyouhaba #kyoutani x yahaba #matsuhana #matsukawa x hanamaki #kinkuni #kindaichi x kunimi #kurotsuki #kuroo x tsukishima #asanoya #asahi x noya

[geminiofpluto]

So I’m going to talk about Transformers Earthrise

I kinda just wrote each thing after each episode so I won’t forget much.

I’m writing what I remember from each episode

🚨SPOILERS AHEAD🚨

Episode 1: Elita is cool as ever, freeing Decepticons and pulling out “Freedom is the right of all sentient beings” on Jetfire when he was questioning why she wanted to free them.

And then Steeljaw :( He was in cassette mode when they were hurting him. Makes me sad thinking about it. If Blaster is going to make an appearance, I hope Steeljaw will be with him.

Also, I need to know what’s up with Megatron having Ultra Magnus’s head on his table and just talking to him like a normal conversation.

There’s a happy Red Alert moment when he talks about how happy he is to have someone on their team who can fly. I’m calling for a Red Alert and Jetfire friendship.

Megatron acknowledges that Elita is a good leader and saying she could’ve been leaderbof the Autobots instead,. He may have started a war but he still knows what’s good.

The bots at Section 12... I loved them, they were so nice to Megatron and were admiring him a lot. It’s easy to tell it hurt him very much to have to “sacrifice” them for the project. I’m pretty sure all of us were sad. Those three bots were very nice.

Episode 2:

Elita is once again acknowledged by Megatron she is a good leader. He even called her Ariel. I’m wondering if we’ll see the past between them.

When Megatron put them in the cylinder thingies, the Decepticons the Autobots frees the first episode came to save them.

The bot even said “Til all are one”

And Skyfire... this huge dude really did just fall against the glass wall while they were trying to escape all stealth mode.

Luckily Skytread let them escape. It was funny when he asked one of them to punch cause Chromia was like “on sight, bro” and went for it. Like I love Chromia. :D

We also get to see our bots on the Ark again! And we get to see the mercenaries too.

We get to see conehead seekers again dudes! And this is my first time seeing Doubledealer on the screen(might be his first time? I honestly don’t know)

What’s with the gray colored Bumblebee, Wheeljack, and Hound? But yet again, it could just be reusing the same models.

Where’s tiny man Prowl? Where’s Ratchet?

When G. Bumblebee said “Where’s the ugly looking one?”, I was like “sir, you looked in a mirror lately?”

Quintessons! And for some reason, blue spirit mask looking Deseeus just cut off all the Qunitesson other faces just cause she wanted a consensus? Damn

Episode 3: Oh no sad Optimus. D:

BUMBLEBEE!! HE’S GOT THE SIGIL NOW!!

Ooh Ratchet and Wheeljack are working together.

“Bumblebee is correct-“

“I am?!”

Ayyy more Elita and co, they even got a bunch of Decepticon with them. Oop the Reflector with the scars is named Scrapface.

Elita seems more chill with Jetfire now. More friendships! I really like seeing Elita and her group.

Also the Autobots found the Nebulon station.

THERE’S SOMETHING ON THE STATION! WHAT THE FAQ IS ON THE STATION

Bee and Prime walked through the space bridge, and the other side of beautiful. It’s got a similar terrain like Earth’s. It’s leafy and green and colorful.

Oop it’s a giant scorpion on the ship. Is it Scorponok?

Yep it’s Scorponok.

Elita and co are going to stop the remaining Decepticons from getting harvested by the Shockwave. How nice of them :3

ONEGA SUPREME! oh wait dangit it’s a mirage.

Damn Scorponok is tall. He looks like Devestator and RID01 Megatron had a baby.

So Megs finally caught up with the Ark.

Episode 4: I love Ironhide. He may have few moments, but he’s still my fav.

Optimus noooooo

Bumblebee was trying to help, but Optimus is over here being a worried dad.

Ooh, Megatron really shot Scorponok to say “Optimus Prime is mine!”

Soundwave has unleashed his cat :0

Prime’s just trying protect his kids.

So they got knocked out from the blast, and Ravage was sniffing Starscream to check if he was alive, but the dude shoved him off. Rude, he making sure you live.

He thinks Megs is dead so now he’s leader.

Now Prime and Megatron are stuck in a room together, and now they’re talking. Megatron’s got a girder in his chest and he slowly dying.

Here’s a picure I got of the scene ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

The bots and cons are working together now! S not for now though.

Then Starscream starts talking shit to Megs and when he’s done talking about how he’d be a better leader, he says “What’s your argument?”

Megatron just shoots him. Ravage then checks on him again, but he shoves him off again. Why is he so rude?

Oop bots be out here calling Megatron a Quintesson and he’s offended. Quite hilarious

Starscream is really taking command and tossing Barricade aside. Starscream I love you but push him again and I’ll fight you.

So now something happened to the Nemesis ship, or perhaps it was the Ark.

Episode 5: Alpha Trion and Sky Lynx!! Sky Lynx wants to be a Prime too.

So the Autobots are in the Dead Universe. Sky Lynx is still alive and can apparently hear all.

Andddd he’s got some spiritual power and talking to Optimus now.

Sky Lynx is now humbled, I think he’s gonna join the Autobots.

So Megatron alive and he’s boutta pimp slap him.

GALVATRON?! where’d he come from?!

Sky Lynx is really making sad.

And now Galvatron doing the same spiritual thing to Megatron.

OP, let Sky Lynx go with you! Let him be redeemed.

Now Sky Lynx seems to be mentoring OP.

Optimus, Elita isn’t dead! She’s alive!

Yes, Megan. Don’t trust Galvatron! He’s trying to make you kill the bae.

Damn I keep forgetting how much the arena hurt Megatron mentally. :(

Ah yes, OP comforting Sky Lynx

Dang Galvatron don’t got them lips.

Woah the hate plague appears again? Damn Megan what you doing?

Sky Lynx NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

What what Unicron and the golden discs! And now the bots are before Earth. It’s building up to Kingdom!

Episode 6: Megatron still after OP I see.

Wow Arcee strong enough to chokehold Starscream. ,,•^•,,

YES COG, QUESTION OP. Optimus, why you holding a gun to Megatron, trying to force him to accept your apology and forgive you.

COG NOOOOOOO

ah yeah more Elita and co screentime.

Shockwave stalking Elita with a invisibility cloak

And now OP and Megatron yelling and fighting. OP’s officially lost it guys

Ooh Bumblebee is taking charge

Ooh the mercenary gray Wheeljack is named Exhaust and the gray Bumblebee is named Bug Bite

Lol Elita tripped on air. Nvm it was Shockwave.

Shockwave actually believes Elita knew the Guardians.

And now Elita and her team have been compromised. :(

Doubledealer nooooo. Deseeus better let him go

COG, YOU’RE ALIVE?!

okay so Spinister caught Elita’s team, Shockwave has Elita.

COG NOOOO! cog :,(

ELITA NOOOO

EVERYONE NOOOOOOOOO :,,,,0

oh shit Megs got the Matrix, and he calling OP Orion

YEAH BEE! SHOOT MEGS

oh no he got away with the Matrix

Ooh Earth!

RAPTOR! RAPTOR! DINOBOT!!!!!

I finished it ;-; Hope you guys liked the show cause I think it was good.

I miss Cog and Elita ;-;

Also very sad there’s no Sunstreaker

#transformers optimus #transformers megatron #elita 1 #transformers siege #transformers skyfire #transformers earthrise #transformers post #transformers netflix #transformers #geminiofpluto

[voltrontranscript]

VLD S8E7: Day Forty-Seven

Season 8 Episode 7: Day Forty-Seven

Transcript by @dragonofyang

Summary: Kinkade and Rizavi film a vlog that follows a relatively normal day on the IGF-Atlas with its humorous moments and the stress of battle.

[Google Doc]

Kinkade: Hello. This is Lieutenant Ryan Kinkade, MFE pilot. The time is 0600 hours. It’s day forty-seven. And this is a glimpse at day-to-day life aboard the IGF-Atlas.

[Cut to Kinkade brushing his teeth as the camera floats over his shoulder.]

Kinkade: Last night, I unpacked my video gear and decided to document the crew. I know it seems strange, but before Earth was attacked, I didn’t go anywhere without my camera.

[Cut to Kinkade running on a treadmill.]

Kinkade: Back home, people asked me why I liked recording things. They also asked me why I didn’t talk that much. To both of those things, I’d always say… [grunts]

[Cut to Kinkade doing pull-ups.]

Kinkade: Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.

Romelle: You’re recording? Why?

Griffin: Kinkade has always been, uh… an individual who’s most comfortable observing and reflecting on life. Being a fighter pilot was actually his backup plan.

[Cut to Kinkade wearing a blindfold as he works on his blaster rifle.]

Kinkade: It’s true. I learned how to shoot with a camera before I learned how to shoot with a rifle. I guess filming is just a small piece of the larger puzzle that makes up the picture of who I am. Hm.

[Cut to Kinkade turning the camera on once more and walking to a fighter jet.]

Rizavi: So you’re really shooting another documentary? Please tell me this is going to be more exciting than that project you did for Mr. Pollard’s biology class about yeast.

Kinkade: That was actually about the process of fermentation. Yeast converts carbohydrates into carbon diox--

Rizavi: Boring! Okay, look, if this little documentary is how history will remember us, I’m gonna help you spruce it up! How many cameras do you have? What’s your visual effects budget? Do you have any smoke bombs?

[Cut to Keith and Pidge facing the camera as it focuses on Pidge directly.]

Kinkade: Okay. We’re set.

Rizavi: So, uh, catch us up on what’s going on.

Pidge: Right. Well, the Atlas is headed to the Grei-Aye system where we’ve identified the remains of a disabled robeast.

Rizavi: Oh! Those things are pretty dangerous, right?

Pidge: Do I need to explain that the robeast was one of the ones used in Honerva’s intergalactic ritual?

Rizavi: No, it’s fine.

Pidge: Okay. Um, so, once the Atlas arrives in orbit around the planet, the other Paladins and I will head down to the surface to secure the robeast and hopefully find its Altean pilot.

Rizavi: Ugh, okay. Keith! Why don’t you tell us about the dangers of this mission?

Keith: Well, every mission has some inherent dangers. For this one, we have to be especially diligent about the robeast. Even if it’s not fully functional, it can still pose an extreme threat. Combine that with the hostile Altean that’s probably still in the vicinity, and you’ve potentially got threats on multiple fronts.

Hunk: Hey, guys. What’s up? You making a movie? Cool. Can I be in it? Now, wait, if this is an action movie… is it? I don’t wanna be in it.

Rizavi: Hunk, we’re trying to do an interview here.

Hunk: Oh, sorry. Yeah, my bad. I just came by to see if you wanted to try this new recipe I’ve been experimenting with. This is just the first pass. The final version of it will be coming soon. No, Bae Bae! Not for you! I’m sorry I yelled at you. I’ll make you some doggy treats later.

Kinkade: What’s the recipe? Can we watch you work?

Hunk: Well, yeah! Yeah, this’ll be great! I’ve secretly always wanted my own cooking show.

Rizavi: What? No! Keith was just telling us about the mission and all the dangers! We’re not losing that to document cooking.

Kinkade: But, I like cooking.

Rizavi: It’s like you’re trying to make this boring.

Hunk: Whoa, first of all, cooking is not boring, okay? And it can bring people together. Some of the best times of my life were spent breaking bread with loved ones.

Keith: So, is this interview over?

Rizavi: No! Great, now the talent’s getting restless!

Iverson: Everyone, report to your battle stations immediately! I repeat… battle stations immediately! This is not a drill!

Rizavi: The camera!

Kinkade: Leave it! We need to go!

Rizavi: But this is gold!

Kinkade: Come o--

Iverson: MFE pilots, report to hangars alpha-bravo! Scrambling fighters in five! Paladins, stand by for launch.

[Scene change as Bae Bae finds the fallen camera and carries it around.]

Shiro: Where did it come from? Veronica, get me eyes on it!

Coran: That thing just appeared out of nowhere!

Shiro: Iverson, fire when ready!

Iverson: Target acquired! We’ve got lock! Wait. No… we lost it! Target has gone dark!

Veronica: Electromagnetic radiation from that planet is overloading our radars.

Shiro: Voltron, do you have a visual? I repeat, Voltron, do you have a visual?

Keith: Not yet. We’re going in now! Stand by! We can’t see a thing in here!

Griffin: Copy that. We have zero visibility as well. We need a visual.

Curtis: Roger. Trying another avenue. Scanning for biometrics. Visual acquired!

Coran: Incoming!

Iverson: Recharging all starboard cannons!

Curtis: Sensors are offline!

Iverson: What is that thing?

Coran: It’s massive!

Shiro: Iverson, open fire!

Coran: Direct hit! It’s coming back around for another shot!

Shiro: Veronica, prep shields!

[Scene change as the camera falls down a vent into Sam and Slav’s workstation.]

Sam: Whatever hit us just knocked loose the gravity generator! Grab the flaxum assembly!

Slav: I can’t do that! It’s red!

Sam: Is this one of your crazy probability, reality things?

[Scene change to a hallway as soldiers float through to their stations.]

Shiro: All crew, report to stations and prepare for Atlas transformation--

Atlas Crewmember: Go, go, go!

Shiro: --in T-minus thirty seconds!

[Scene change as Bae Bae finds the camera again and carries it.]

Colleen: Bae Bae, what are you doing out here? And what’s this in your mouth? A camera? Come on, girl.

Shiro: All crew, prepare for Atlas transformation sequence in five… four… three… two… one!

[Scene change as the camera dies, then powers on again facing Kinkade once more.]

Kinkade: Camera’s fully charged. We’re good to go. The time is now 0900 hours. We just experienced a minor mishap aboard the IGF-Atlas, but we’re back on track. In the future, we’ll hopefully be avoiding creature-occupied gas planets.

[Cut to Kinkade floating through a hallway.]

Kinkade: Hey, Seok Jin, where you headed?

Seok Jin: I’m transporting these samples back to Earth. Commander Holt thinks it can help with the recovery efforts there.

Kinkade: Well, they couldn’t have picked a better man for the job. Take care, man. Hey, Seok Jin… we’ll miss you, buddy.

[Scene change to the camera looking into the mess hall, where Vrepit Sal is cleaning tables and then rotates to face the hallway.]

Rizavi: There you are! Tell me this thing was recording during the attack! That was so intense! Oh, this documentary’s gonna be awesome!

[Cut to Kolivan sitting in a small office facing the camera.]

Kolivan: I believe our heading readout en route was 92254739.275. Wait, no. It was 9.265. Yes. That was our heading per our readout just prior to our deployment.

Rizavi: [mock snoring]

Kolivan: Our teams vary in size. Often we use the three-person unit, but it’s not unusual to have a four- or a five- or perhaps even a six-person unit. Seven seems rare, but... it could happen.

Rizavi: Okay, I like everything you’re telling me, but let’s just try it a little less like you’re reporting the facts to your commanding officer and a little more like you’re telling your friend an exciting story in the gym. You understand?

Kolivan: Yes, understood.

Rizavi: Okay, good. Why don’t you tell us about your last mission?

Kolivan: Our last mission took place on planet K-V Exus. The Blades divided into three four-person teams and we escorted approximately twelve rescue crafts to the surface. I believe our heading readout was 359.222--

Rizavi: Thank! Thank you! Okay, I think we got it!

Kolivan: But I wasn’t done.

Rizavi: Yeah, you nailed it. Yeah. We need to get someone more exciting in here.

[Cut to Coran leaning into the camera as it slowly attempts to focus on him.]

Coran: Then the Atlas started firing with everything it had! And don’t forget the white hole is swirling right next to us the entire time! Oh, no, it’s about to close! Meanwhile, not one, but two, yes, two, robeasts are attacking! Shiro’s shouting out orders. “Coran, get closer! Iverson, open fire!” Beams of quintessence energy are converging from all over the galaxy! Ah! You know, you could just imagine it.

[Scene change to Rizavi turning the camera on in Slav and Sam’s workspace.]

Sam: Welcome to the engine room. What you see here is just a tiny part of what keeps the ship functioning.

Rizavi: Slav, you’ve created some incredible technology. What do you think of the Atlas?

Slav: I can respect any engineering that extrapolates for transmutation, but I wish the writing was in Altean.

Sam: He’s mentioned that a few times.

Rizavi: So what are you doing now?

Slav: Right now we’re about to adjust the gravity generator, which was fractionally increased during our last battle.

Sam: Yes, our gravity generator is actually a fluid system, ever-changing depending on the specific needs of the location, so it requires recalibrating from time to time. Okay, adjust gravity generator back down to .12.

Slav: Copy. Adjusting now.

Sam: What did you press?

Slav: I don’t know! Which one is the two again? I can’t read these weird symbols you call numbers! Hey, big guy, toss me over! Oh, no. Directly on a crack!

Kinkade: Weird.

[Cut to the camera focusing on some juniberry shoots in a pot.]

Colleen: Beautiful, isn’t it? It’s an Altean juniberry. The first one to bloom in nearly ten thousand years. I managed to get it to grow by resequencing the genetic code of a similar plant. I wanna give it to Allura. These are our fertilizers. We have fish emulsion, worm castings, Kaltenecker manure. Just so much great recycled poop! And this is our lighting station. I like to say our lighting array is literally out of this world! You know, because we’re, you know, on a space ship.

Rizavi: Can I take a shot at this?

[Cut to the camera panning across the crops in the grow room.]

Rizavi: Welcome to extreme space harvesting! Where we have plants and crops and super fertilizers all under one roof! Meet Colleen Holt, the botanical genius behind it all.

[Cut to Colleen sitting in a chair in the grow room.]

Colleen: I guess I just liked plants all my life. I’ve done a lot of research, but I know I have much to learn. I guess… I like… the challenge. I’m sorry, where am I supposed to be looking?

Rizavi: Without Colleen, all life aboard the ship could perish. One bad crop, the introduction of one foreign pest, and it’s all over.

Colleen: I just like plants.

Hunk: Oh, sorry. Am I interrupting something again? I just--I just came in to see if Colleen had a very specific type of yeast.

Kinkade: Yeast? What for?

Rizavi: Oh, no.

Hunk: It’s that recipe I’ve been working on. I think I got the topping down, but I’m still trying to figure out the sweet bread.

Colleen: Well, I have so many strains of yeast, it’ll make your head spin. I got AB972, S288C. I even have O unilateralis. Don’t mess with that one.

Kinkade: Are you getting this?

Rizavi: Unfortunately, yes.

[Camera cuts to Kinkade and Rizavi floating through a hallway.]

Rizavi: The time is 1200 hours. We just got word that we are in the Grei-Aye star system. The Paladins will be heading down to the surface of the planet any second now.

[Cut to the camera facing Allura, Lance, and Keith in the hangar for Black Lion.]

Rizavi: Lance, how are you feeling about the mission you’re about to go on?

Lance: Oh, hey. I’m feeling good, I guess. Maybe a little tense. Maybe a lot tense. I don’t know. Why’d you have to ask me that question?

Allura: I think what Lance is trying to say is he’ll be fine. We all will.

Keith: Let’s move out.

[Camera cuts to Kinkade and Rizavi standing a ways away from Blue Lion as it launches.]

Rizavi: Right now, we’re headed to the situation room where we’ll be monitoring the Paladins in real-time.

Kinkade: By the way, you know we’re not gonna be able to bring our camera into that meeting, right?

Rizavi: Says who?

[Scene change to the situation room where Veronica, Coran, Sam, and Shiro are all facing a screen showing a no-signal symbol.]

Sam: Come in, Pidge. Are you reading us?

Pidge: Okay, we’ve just touched down on the surface.

Keith: We’re at the crash site now.

Pidge: That’s the robeast. It looks disabled, just like our intel reported. The Altean should be nearby.

Shiro: Paladins, brace for incoming!

Hunk: I didn’t know it could do that!

Keith: Take cover!

Shiro: Paladins, report! We’ve lost visual. Bridge, lock onto that ship now!

Curtis: Yes, Captain. Adjusting to long-range parameters. Locked on!

Shiro: Light it up!

Curtis: Direct hit!

Lance: Nice shot, Atlas!

Hunk: Yeah, thanks for the cover!

Shiro: Bridge, stay on alert.

[Cut to the Altean viewscreen of Pidge’s point of view through her helmet.]

Allura: Stand by, Atlas. We’re approaching the ship.

Hunk: Guys, there doesn’t seem to be a pilot inside.

Keith: Hey, guys. Over here.

Pidge: Keith’s found something. Let’s go! Give me a second. Just reconfiguring to this barrier’s isometric frequency. There! That should do it.

Keith: Atlas, our target is acquired.

Overlapping voices: Yippee! Alright! Yeah!

Shiro: Great job, everyone!

[Cut to Kinkade and Rizavi floating through another hallway.]

Rizavi: We just got word that the Paladins have returned from their mission. Maybe we can catch a glimpse of this new Altean.

Kinkade: This’ll be the sixth Altean pilot we’ve recovered from the powered-down robeasts left behind after Honerva escaped Oriande. Allura keeps trying, but she hasn’t been able to get any information from them as of yet.

[Camera cuts to Rizavi standing outside a room marked “Authorized Personnel Only”.]

Rizavi: Commander Shirogane said you two were needed on the bridge. We’ll cover your station.

Woman: Yes, Lieutenant.

Rizavi: There! Oh, man, I think we missed the beginning.

Romelle: Tavo, please. You and I grew up alongside one another. You must trust me. We’re here to help.

Tavo: We were told you are a traitor, and I can see now that it is true.

Allura: I’m done talking with him. I’m done with all of them.

Kinkade: Uh, what are you doing?

Rizavi: Sh! I got an idea.

Lance: Anything?

Allura: No. He was just like the others. A true believer in Honerva, and there’s nothing I can say that would make him think otherwise.

Lance: I’m sorry.

Allura: No, I am. These Alteans are the key to unlocking Honerva’s plan. They’re my people, but they won’t speak with me. You have no idea what it’s like to find out after ten thousand years that you’re not the last of your kind… only to be rejected by them.

Lance: I don’t. But I wish every day there were something I could do to change it all for you. You’ve suffered more than anyone should in a thousand lifetimes. But still you persist. Through the pain, you inspire. It’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you.

Kinkade: No, that’s private.

Rizavi: Kinkade, what are you doing? That was our love angle!

[Camera cuts out, then focuses in on Romelle’s face.]

Kinkade: Please don’t touch that.

Romelle: Oh, sorry.

Rizavi: So, Romelle, you know these Alteans from your time on the colony?

Romelle: Yes, I lived alongside them for many decaphoebs. They are good people.

Kinkade: What do you think would make them join forces with Honerva?

Romelle: I don’t know. But you must understand, my people were hunted nearly to extinction. They’re afraid. And this Honerva… she’s turned that fear to aggression. If there was just some way to get through to them.

[Cut to the mess hall.]

Griffin: I’ve never seen anything like it. All those tentacles… so nasty.

[Cut to the kitchen where Hunk is stirring something purple in a pan.]

Hunk: Oh, hey. You’re just in time. I was just about to add the yeast Colleen gave me. No, Bae Bae! Bad dog!

[Cut to Kinkade and Rizavi sitting at a table with Allura.]

Kinkade: First off, thanks for doing this, Allura.

Allura: You’re welcome.

Rizavi: Maybe we can start with the Alteans we have aboard.

Allura: What about them? They’re on the wrong side of this war and they refuse to speak with me. There’s nothing else to say.

Rizavi: So, you’re frustrated?

Allura: Yes, I am. Oriande was destroyed, Lotor is back, and we aren’t any closer to tracking down Honerva. She’s out there, right now, planning something, preparing, and growing stronger. And we’re here flying around in circles, searching for Fraunhofer lines that don’t appear and scanning for wormhole signatures that don’t exist!

Rizavi: Do you think we’ll ever find Honerva?

Allura: No. I think she’ll find us.

[Camera cuts back to Hunk in the kitchen, this time wearing oven mitts.]

Hunk: Okay, it’s been a long day, but I’m finally done.

Kinkade: What is it?

Hunk: It’s an authentic Altean dessert! I’m gonna give it to the Alteans. Coran helped me with the recipe, but I think his memory was, like, a little bit fuzzy, so, you know, I did some improvising. No big whoop.

Kinkade: You did this for them? Why?

Hunk: Well, I don’t know. Because food has a way of reminding people of moments in time. That’s why I made a dessert. Usually, when you eat dessert, you’re pretty happy, right? Who knows? Maybe this’ll help those Alteans remember some moment that made them smile. Something before all this madness. That could go a long way in building a relationship. Well, that’s just what I think.

[Cut to the Alteans in a holding cell as the camera zooms out and pans to face Hunk.]

Hunk: Please, eat. Look, it’s good! Mm, really!

Tavo: You made this? It reminds me of home.

Hunk: Well, I had a little help from someone born and raised on Altea. A-and I know you don’t wanna talk with them, but Allura and Coran know more about your homeland than anyone alive. They were on Altea until its final day. They both would’ve stayed and died to protect it if Alfor hadn’t sent them away. That’s how much they loved it.

Tavo: I heard Altea was one of the most beautiful places in the universe. Did your Alteans ever tell you about the zyo crystal springs outside of the capital? The stories say those cliffs were more beautiful than all of the stars combined.

Hunk: They never told me about them. But I’m sure they’d love to tell you themselves.

[Scene change to Kinkade sitting in casual clothes facing the camera.]

Kinkade: This is Lieutenant Ryan Kinkade, MFE pilot. The time is 2300 hours. Day forty-seven aboard the IGF-Atlas is officially done.

End.

#vld #voltron #transcript #hunk #pidge #tavo #allura #lance #keith #shiro #curtis #sam holt #slav #romelle #colleen holt #james griffin #ryan kinkade #nadia rizavi #coran #iverson

[rvmmm21]

. unpleasant reminders (3.0) .

small note : i don’t know how tipping works in other countries (i promise this is relevant), perhaps, but where i live it isn’t mandatory to tip your waiters? also i know it can be rather condescending to say ‘keep the change’ as opposed to ‘here’s a tip’, but uh i decided to stick with the theme, i suppose. anyway i don’t really know what this is, but the idea was fun to play around with.

tw : exhibitionism, public sex-ish? dubcon.

...

She knew. She just knew it wouldn’t go well, to let Seungwan talk them into going to that café. She deserved to be punished for even asking, in all honesty. But she’d just looked so… so happy that day, and she looked so cute bouncing up and down like she’d just gotten a gold star in class for best effort.

“Come on, please, baby?” the alpha had asked ever so sweetly. “It’ll be fine, and you already know Seulgi’s a beta. We’ve been friends for ages!”

And when Joohyun didn’t answer immediately, Seungwan all but relented, feeling extra brave and sidling up to her, making sure to peer up with those soulful, puppy-dog eyes she knows Joohyun just loves. “Hyunnie, I’ve been good, haven’t I? I’ve been extra good! No punishments this week!”

Is she serious? How is her girlfriend hellbent on visiting this café which apparently does ‘the best bangers and mash in the city’ when Joohyun herself is an adventure and a half? And seriously, ‘bangers and mash’? What a godawful name. Why is her innocent little alpha so intrigued by something that sounds like it has to be code for something lewd and lecherous?

“It’s just sausages and mashed potatoes, unnie… it’s nothing dirty like what you’re thinking!” Seungwan had reassured over and over, but Joohyun remained skeptical the entire drive up there.  

…

So now she finds herself forking begrudgingly delicious sausage bits into her mouth and chewing angrily, feeling her irritation rise as she watches Seungwan, her alpha.

Flirt.

With this beta.

Seulgi, or whatever her name is.

The other girl all but senses this, of course, too focused on catching up with her childhood friend to pick up on the waves of the woman who’s as good as a stranger sitting across her. Not that she hadn’t tried to, initially, however it seemed as though Bae Joohyun was content staying a brick wall.

Joohyun very nearly chokes on her drink when Seulgi insists Seungwan try a piece of something that looks exactly like what she’s already got on her plate. Seungwan doesn’t notice her poor girlfriend almost choke to death, but that’s because she’s got her lips around Seulgi’s fork. The omega doesn’t even feel her own incisors sinking into the inside of her cheek to keep them from sinking into this other girl’s fucking neck. How she mentally trembles, shakes in anger when she sees Seungwan blush at yet another thing Seulgi says. The blush that belongs to her and no one else.

That’s an indirect kiss. Sharing food off the same fork is an indirect fucking kiss, Son Seungwan.

Yeah how does she taste, Joohyun internally seethes, bet you’re enjoying that, aren’t you, beta. The way Seungwan tastes should only ever be reserved for her.

Everything about Seungwan should only ever be reserved for her. Sure, Seungwan and Seulgi have this funny childhood incident involving Pringles, but does Seulgi know things about her ‘best-friend’ like she does? Seulgi hasn’t the faintest clue about the real Seungwan. Not like Joohyun. Joohyun knows her – she can recite Seungwan’s order at any restaurant they’ve ever been to backwards and blindfolded, she knows Seungwan still needs to squeeze her little stuffed bunny to sleep, she knows where and when she’s had her first kiss; she knows if she’s having a bad dream based on how tightly she clings onto her during the night.

And…

… and she knows how to make her cum. Whether it’s pressed up against the counter with her tongue pressed flat against the underside of her cock or controlling the movement of her hips when she’s grinding into her, Joohyun knows every in-and-out of driving her alpha crazy to the point where it’s all she can do to just lay there and pant.

Seulgi will never know her like that.

Joohyun will just have to prove it.

She couldn’t care less about table manners, not now, anyway. Not when Seungwan hasn’t given her a choice but to remind her who she belongs to.

Seungwan’s too busy yapping with Seulgi to notice her girlfriend’s wandering hand – slipping down under the table and across to where she’s sitting – until she feels a light pressure on her crotch. Joohyun side-eyes her, watching as Seungwan shifts a little, probably wondering if Joohyun had meant to rest her hand on her thigh or her lap… you know, like many couples do. But a prompt squeeze tells her otherwise. Seungwan’s voice breaks in the middle of her reply to Seulgi and her lips fall open. She shoots Joohyun a quick glance but continues as though nothing had happened.

Playing tough, huh, puppy, Joohyun thinks. Easily sorted.

Her hand explores a little more. She feels her target through Seungwan’s favourite pair of sweatpants; it’s soft, but that’s something she intends to fix. She rubs her through the thick fabric, failing to conceal her growing smile at how uncomfortable her alpha looks right now. Good enough to devour; that’s how she looks. Focused eyes take a moment to scan the patrons of the café, who are all obliviously going about their day, all none the wiser. Joohyun can’t help it, she just knows every omega in this goddamned room must be brimming with jealousy that it’s her who gets to walk under Seungwan’s arm, that it’s her who gets to take Seungwan home every night.

She wouldn’t be surprised if Seulgi, beta as she is, hasn’t felt the same.

It doesn’t take two seconds before Seungwan is juggling between holding an increasingly awkward conversation and constantly trying to hide her raging boner from the public, lifting her knees, adjusting her chair, anything to get that hand away from her crotch. It’s tough luck, though, Joohyun’s found what she wants, and she isn’t letting go. One of them is going to have to give in at some point, and by the looks of Seungwan, it’s not going to be Joohyun.

Seems like things have taken an unprecedented turn, and Seungwan is looking like she’s closer and closer to asking for the bill.

“Are you alright, baby?” Joohyun asks casually as she tightens her grip on Seungwan’s erection through her trousers. “You look a little… flushed.”

Her hand is so soft, so supple, and it knows what it’s doing, much to Seungwan’s dismay. Then again, she really shouldn’t be surprised. Joohyun knows exactly how she likes it, where she likes it, and how the underside of her head gets so sensitive after it’s been teased for a while. Her omega’s favourite thing to do before letting her cum is to tell her she can’t. She loves hearing her whine all high-pitched when she rubs a thumb, or a finger, or a tongue over that spot on her tip; the spot which never fails to pull a reaction from the younger girl that Joohyun considers utterly delectable.

And this time is no different. Seungwan’s pleading little mewl is enough to get her panties slightly more damp, so she focuses all her pressure into palming the head of her cock through her sweats as a punishment.

Aw, sweetheart, Joohyun thinks, you can’t be so obvious, now. Seulgi’s going to notice.

It’s dreadfully noticeable; the way Seungwan’s knuckles are turning white from gripping the edge of her seat, and not to mention the fact that she has to find a way to surreptitiously bite her lip to keep from gasping every time Joohyun gives her a firm, downwards stroke.

Seulgi has no clue what Joohyun’s doing to her best friend under the table and continues to attempt to keep up the dying conversation (although the progressive confusion at Seungwan’s disjointed responses is showing more and more on her face).

Whether or not Seungwan had been ecstatic to get groped over her trousers in public, she can’t deny the swelling in her balls and the humiliating dark patch right at the seam of her crotch where she’s leaked enough precum to sink a battleship… and say if they were in a more private setting, that she’d be begging for Joohyun to take care of her.

The friction is driving her to the edge, Joohyun can tell by how it’s twitching in her fist that Seungwan is desperately trying to keep it in.

What do you think, she gauges Seungwan’s rapidly declining self-control, does my puppy need something better than a hand?

The alpha should be thankful her omega is feeling exceptionally merciful today. She decides not to make this lesson any more degrading that it already is, and with a final squeeze, she lets go completely.

But the sudden release of pressure doesn’t quite have the same effect on poor Seungwan. She doesn’t think she would’ve lasted another second. As soon as it’s relented, she feels something of a bolt of electricity shoot down her spine, and the muscles in her hand contract on impulse. The hand that she had decided to wrap around her drink so she could clench it, play with the condensation, just to overall lessen the intensity of what was going on in her lap.

And fuck! Now there’s sugary liquid all down the front of her t shirt, staining her trousers and dripping off the edges of the table.

“Oh goodness,” Joohyun exclaims, immediately retracting her hand from her lap to get her a tissue to soak some of it up.

Seulgi scoffs at her friend flushed crimson. “Well co-ordinated.”

“It’s okay, thank you, Hyun. I’ll just go clean up in the bathroom.” Seungwan hurriedly grabs the tissues from her girlfriend and awkwardly stumbles away from the scene, keeping them against her crotch in the hopes that no one can see how aroused she still is.

Joohyun is in the middle of paying (for their lunch and the inconvenience) when she catches Seungwan in the corner of her eye, waiting by the entrance of the bathroom. Her eyes are wide, watery and pleading, and there’s an unmistakable blush dusted over her cheeks. She recognises that look far too well, but she only ever sees it when Seungwan’s feeling particularly… needy, or in need of assistance in a special sort of way.

Does she mean… here? Now?

Joohyun feels a stir somewhere deep in her belly, and she turns to look up at the waiter.

Young-ish, just out of college, maybe. He looks like he could use what she’s about to give him to get himself a properly functioning razor.

She gives him her best, tight-lipped smile and hands him a single note, ignoring the way his brow quirks up. “Keep the change.”

After rat-boy slinks off with probably the hugest tip he’ll ever receive in his time working as a waiter, Joohyun stands up so fast she barely manages to catch her own glass from toppling over. Seungwan is already in the bathroom, and Joohyun makes to follow her, but she’ll be polite first.

Besides, it was Seulgi’s idea to meet up today, so she kind of has her to thank for what’s about to happen.

#red velvet #red velvet smut #yandere omegaverse #wenrene #wendy #irene #yandere #omegaverse

[punkscowardschampions]

Liam & Edie

Liam: [a picture of Rio with her eyes crossed out like 1. Miss you and 2. Guess who I just talked to]

Edie: ofc she did 😑

Edie: what’s the damage

Liam: 0 to us I deflected the - to Lexie

Liam: do you want her framed for jumpscaring herself or is there anyone else

Edie: That’s all she cared about?

Edie: Bitch

Liam: it just didn’t take no time to convince her we’re perfect for each other

Liam: bc we are

Edie: yeah we are 🥰

Edie: surprised she copped to anything of the sort though

Edie: clearly can’t resist being nice to you

Edie: Lexie needs to calm down

Edie: 🤔 I mean, be kinda fucking hilarious if everyone reckoned she was doing it to herself

Edie: but maybe I’ve been too mean already 🥺

Edie: what do you think?

Liam: I think it’s pretty close to showing everyone her true colours if we do, Lex has gotta have been talking to your sister about me, I could tell, she thought I was a dick before I talked her round

Edie: She wouldn’t be happy for me unless you were a total 🤓 with no dick

Edie: that’s just what she’s like, crazy

Edie: but also not a stretch to see Lexie being a gossipy cow, I’ve heard her on other people before so

Edie: why would I give a fuck if her life is ruined

Liam: she basically accused me of wanting to hit you up for one reason and then wanting to immediately dip, if she thinks that’s what I’m like that’s only coming from one person

Edie: She’s pathetic

Edie: it’s clearly her saying it because you didn’t sleep with her

Edie: it wouldn’t be hard to spoof some shit, make it look like her

Edie: and she has nothing to say it was me, or you like she thought, and it weren’t no one else so she’s fucked, basically

Liam: [send her some shit that you’ve already started to work on because you knew she’d agree with this plan and the bits of the Rio convo where you said you’d try and find out and made it sound like you thought it was her but obvs it couldn’t possibly be hehe]

Edie: You’re so smart

Edie: She deserves this, she was definitely bitching about you, you can tell from how hard Rih said she weren’t

Liam: don’t be upset with me, but I was thinking about how Lexie also deserves to see us together and you happy and I invited them both to your show

Liam: you did say you want your family to take your music seriously

Edie: I’m not mad

Edie: You invited Rih too so she isn’t going to think you’re trying to get back with her

Edie: and I get to rub that and the fact I’m talented in her face?

Edie: It’s a good idea, baby

Liam: still, if you wanna create me in game and spend your time testing out different murder options, I won’t be mad, I should’ve asked you if it was a good idea before saying yeah to having us all there

Edie: [an 8-bit Liam but obvs we’re making an 8-bit us to smooch him not murder him, a lil gif moment of this or whatever it would be]

Liam: you only want a play through where we 👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻

Edie: that might make the thread 🤮 but idk if they’d be 😱

Liam: we’ll keep it off thread

Liam: [send her the floor plan to where your dad lives/holiday cottages so she can build it in sims like my boo would, live your dreams kids]

Edie: don’t need to make 50k nerds jealous, I get you

Edie: [just nerd out with that]

Edie: I’ll show you how generic the 👶 is

Edie: very rude

Liam: if the mods and cc don’t fix it, I’ll pretend I don’t 👀

Edie: the 👀 are already insane colours

Liam: no match for yours in real life

Edie: [pics forever]

Edie: [obviously also make your enemies to actually kill and send that]

Liam: if you sent it to Lexie nobody’d believe she created herself looking that accurate

Edie: harsh reality of a sim

Edie: the alpha CC does look like her facetune attempts, tbf

Liam: at least you can make her try to seduce the grim reaper instead of me

Edie: she’ll have ample opportunity to meet him

Edie: [all the dramatic deaths cut with her sim when they get hysterical]

Edie: I’m still mad at her

Edie: Rih blatantly thinking it was me too, not surprising but still 🖕

Edie: how’s it been today

Liam: only bc she knows how smart you are and most people who Lex hangs out with ain’t, I barely had to cover for you so she don’t really wanna think it

Edie: story of her life

Liam: how 😡 are you

Edie: it’s exhausting being mad at her, there’s nothing to do

Edie: people like Lexie, you can fuck with, or care even less than that

Liam: would it make you feel better to fuck with Lexie more

Edie: I wanna make you feel better more

Edie: you must be feeling as bored and crazy as me, if not more

Liam: if I could feel anything it’d be 💔 you’re not happy or here

Edie: is it worse

Edie: nothing

Edie: maybe that’s stupid

Edie: nothing seems preferable sometimes but only sometimes, which is maybe what takes it over feeling too much

Liam: it’s isolating, everyone expects me to feel too much, that’s acceptable, even years after

Edie: acceptance would be easier

Edie: you have me

Edie: no matter what

Edie: idc if no one else gets me, you do

Liam: I dunno what it says about people that they’d be happy if I was going round punching holes in walls but I know my ma would

Liam: she looks at me like she’s waiting for it, watching for a massive crack or something

Edie: they’ve got their reason, they want the reaction

Edie: then they can link a and b and ???

Edie: problem solved, not really

Edie: but they understand it and can wash their hands of you

Edie: that’s what they give a shit about

Liam: yeah

Edie: enough sympathy and hot meals dropped off and you’ll be ‘fixed’

Edie: you weren’t even the sick one

Liam: get enough hobbies, a part-time job, a girlfriend, move the fuck on

Edie: right

Edie: it’s so

Edie: I can’t think of the word

Liam: “she’d want you to be happy/have a life” no she fucking wouldn’t, she wanted it for herself

Edie: dead people get sainted

Edie: no room for who they actually were, better and worse

Liam: she’d hate me having any of those things just to rub in her face

Edie: what was she like, between being sick

Liam: I’ll show you

Edie: do you reckon she’d want you to remember what she’d want for you then, instead of how she was at the end

Edie: not to be like every other cunt about it

Edie: not that simple, or at all

Liam: she was a teenage girl, she’d probably want me to do more fitting in too until I’ve completed the coming of age shite milestones everyone else is, instead of telling other teenage girls from the internet how fucked up I am 😏

Edie: I think that might be a milestone so 👏

Edie: the bullshit of your sister not having her own life to live dealt with then, in this scenario

Edie: we have to find what you want

Edie: even if that’s not 🤵👧🐶🧒👰 with me

Edie: not gonna be Lexie about it, you know

Edie: I’ll still help you find it

Liam: I want you, not to be gay about it

Liam: to see where this is gonna go, how far I can take it before it ends

Edie: then let’s do it

Edie: what can I do today

Liam: what would you be doing if you could do anything

Edie: that’s the problem

Edie: I wanna be with you

Edie: but I don’t know what we’d do yet

Liam: I said I’d show you what my sister was like, the quickest way to do it is to act like nothing matters, your behaviour has no consequences

Liam: it’s not about me at all, only what you want, what’s gonna happen

Edie: and I can’t hurt you

Edie: because you don’t feel anything yet, yeah?

Liam: you can’t hurt me

Edie: you promise

Edie: do that and then we can do what I want

Liam: how do you want me to promise

Edie: 🤏🩸

Edie: mine is 📫

Liam: [brb father he’s gotta go draw some blood and put it into something she can wear as jewellery like Angelina Jolie and record the endeavour to send to the bae]

Edie: [that’s exactly what we gonna send, I know you can legit buy them so I’ll find a cool pic tah, his poor father so confusion]

Liam: [great minds boo]

Edie: kiss it better for me

Liam: [send her another video boy we’re in this deep]

Edie: god

Edie: okay, what do you do to relieve stress, let go and let off steam

Edie: do that

Liam: what do I do or what should you, bc I have an idea that I think would make you feel better about your sister

Edie: you can start by telling me what I should do because I’m intrigued

Liam: she said she’d lose it at Lexie if she did anything to you, if you lower your IQ by at least 100 you could have fun trashing her room but making it look like she did it herself to frame you, you’d have to wait til she was forced out with her family and bc there’s no check in or selfie proof everyone would just think they’re covering for her, but that’d be the only boring bit

Liam: your sister would feel bad for falling for it and believing you might be involved at all

Edie: I definitely don’t want to see her at mine ever again

Edie: I’ll do it

Edie: Bet she has a shrine to you

Liam: a curse would explain me being dead inside

Edie: she has no ✨

Edie: so whilst I’m ripping the heads off all her 🧸s

Edie: you’ve gotta do…

Liam: 🏊 the only thing there is to do

Edie: your da didn’t come prepared? 🔥🪓

Liam: he’d be prepared with a 🧯 more like but I don’t need his help 🔥🪓

Edie: you should see if anyone is around, like anywhere

Edie: see how easy it is to 👀 them without getting caught

Liam: it’s like you know me inside out

Edie: I do

Edie: I’ve got X-Ray 👀s

Liam: next time you miss me you can do an artistic rendering

Edie: of all your vital organs

Edie: not to kill the mystery and show myself up as a fake fan on the forums

Edie: but I think the outside view of you is a lot prettier 😳🥰

Liam: ok I’ll not send you any in the 📫

Edie: only the non-vitals, tah 😏

Liam: what’s left Alexis hasn’t got in her shrine

Edie: she 🥺 so hard you gave her your gallbladder

Liam: 10% risk of shitting myself side effects after it’s gone, 100% chance of that putting her off wanting to jump me, I’d do it

Edie: no need to do that now I’m here

Edie: no one is gonna wanna jump her when she’s outed as 😵🥴🤡

Liam: I’ll keep the scalpel sharp for lads who wanna get with you when they realise you’re 🤩🤓😎😇😈

Edie: I’m not complaining

Edie: I only want you around, ever

Liam: I’ll be going nowhere without you ever when I get back

Edie: Good

Edie: because I feel like

Edie: it’s like I’m doing so much to fill my time but I still just think about and miss you constantly

Liam: I’ll climb a tree and call you from the top

Edie: Describe your view the best you can

Edie: like I’m there too

Liam: facetime’ll make you feel like you are

Edie: not quite VR but I’ll take it

Edie: talking to you feels like our own 🪐 anyway

Liam: [do climb a tree and call her because what a mood just like you’re Elizabeth Allen]

Edie: [save that tree henny]

Liam: [do we wanna skip to his bday now or is there anything else you can think of that you wanna do while he’s still away?]

Edie: [hmm, we probably know the vibe, she’s busy with all the things they’re gonna continue when he’s back, also finding the first house they can break into and stay in, fucking with Lexie loads more]

Liam: [yeah and if we do think of anything specific later we can skip back it’s chill]

Edie: [let’s do it]

[the-woundupbird]

moonrene a/b/o drabble

Byulyi nearly went cross-eyed trying to balance a pencil on the edge of her nose, leaning back to ensure that no wobbles would lead to the object clattering to the floor.

“Byulyi, would you stop being a dumbass and let me copy your notes?” whined Junghwan from his seat next to her.

“You should have finished it last night instead of playing video games.  I asked you to go to the library after cram school but you said no.”

“I didn’t want to have to get caught up in an enforcer patrol.  They always walk around our school because it’s integrated.”

Byulyi harrumphed as her pencil finally tipped off her nose and she caught it in mid-air.

“The enforcers aren’t that scary.”

“They’re the only branch of the police force that can freely carry guns in Korea.  How is that not terrifying?”

“They only are supposed to use them on alphas that go berserk.  You saw the news the other day right?”

She tipped her head back and met Junghwan’s sullen gaze.  Of course he had.  The whole country had watched breathlessly as the blurry images circulated all across South Korea.  Even though the schools had just started being integrated two years ago in an effort to lessen the bias amongst alphas, betas, and omegas, last week’s news made it a very hard sell.  Byulyi remembered seeing how even the grainy pixels of a handheld video had to be blurred as the alpha, clearly not on his scent blocker medication, had torn out the throat of an omega high school girl in broad daylight.  It’d gone viral in hours and trended globally by the end of the day.

So much for South Korea being the leader in cutting edge scent-blocking pharmaceutical research.

“I heard that alphas might have to start filing their teeth down now,” Junghwan murmured as he pillowed his head on his arms.

“Don’t they already?  I heard naturally they’re even sharper than betas’ teeth.”  Byulyi gave Junghwan a one-handed finger gun and he automatically curled his upper lip to show off the undeniable pointed edge.  But that was just his canines.

“Are they really all sharp? Like actual wolves?”

“Apparently,” Byulyi muttered as she wiggled her pencil in her hand, watching as the rest of her classmates filtered in for the first period of school.  She wiggled her eyebrows at her friend Heeyeon with a smile as the other girl took her seat near the front of the classroom.

“Heeyeon-ah, will you check math answers with me?” she half-shouted across the room.

“After! We’re getting a transfer student and I have to help Ms. Park settle her in.”

“Wait, really?”  Byulyi tilted her head curiously, startling a little when their teacher walked in.  She adjusted something at her desk before the class stood to bow and greet her for the morning.  Byulyi zoned out as she half listened to her teacher do a few cursory announcements.  Outside the classroom she caught sight of dark black hair in the periphery of the window.  If she wasn’t on scent-blockers she probably could smell her but it was mandatory for everyone to be on the medication to suppress as much of their differences as possible.

But, Byulyi could catch the faintest hint of something musky, like pine in the woods on a cold winter night.  It made her heart race a little in her ears.  The scent was untamed in a way that was clearly forbidden as the reintegration tapes had stated.  Wild and free—not for me!

“-Bae Joohyun.”

Byulyi blinked owlishly, tuning back in just in time for the prettiest girl she’d ever seen to slide the classroom door open and enter quietly.  She knew that every one of her classmates was straining a little forward, curious to try to tell what exactly was she.  Was she an omega? A beta? An alpha?

But of course the scent-blockers kept that a secret.  A gift for reintegration.

“Why don’t you introduce yourself, Joohyun-ah,” Ms. Park said with a smile, a hand gesturing to the eager students.

“… My name is Bae Joohyun.  I’m a transfer student from Daegu.  I’m… please take care of me.”  She bowed quickly and the rest of the class began a frenzy of curious questions despite the clear shyness tightening her face.

“What high school did you come from in Daegu? Angel High?”

“Are you an omega?  You’re so cute!”

“What’s your favorite food?”

Byulyi rolled her eyes a little and by chance her and the transfer student made eye contact.  She blinked slowly, nose twitching as she tried to put a finger on the faint scent.  It was almost like Joohyun knew she was trying to smell her because she flushed and silently sat in the empty seat behind Heeyeon, silencing the questions.

Ms. Park seemed a little flustered as she stared at Joohyun for a long moment before awkwardly shifting on her feet.

“W-well everyone, please be nice to Joohyun, okay? It’s hard transferring in the middle of the second year of high school so answer all her questions.”

Byulyi almost snorted because it’d be the other way around.  Joohyun would be lucky if she got through today with her identity not immediately revealed.

----------------------------------------------------

Byulyi usually left her classroom during break to bother Yongsun but she stuck around to watch everyone flock around the new girl.  She almost felt a little bad at the way they swarmed her, bombarding her with questions like they couldn’t tell she was getting extremely uncomfortable under the weight of them all.  Even Heeyeon looked a little terse despite her usual big smile.

She sighed as she stood and ambled over to the fray.

“-my cousin says that’s the best chicken place in Daegu!  That’s so cool your parents own that restaurant chain.”

Joohyun weakly smiled at the comment, ducking her head a little and letting her dark hair fall more in front of her face.  It was a curtain, Byulyi thought with a sad smile.

“Hey, everyone, class representative Moon Byulyi needs to talk to the transfer student.  So I’m going to steal her for a second.”

“Aw come on, Byul, can’t we have a little fun?”

“After I help her out.  Hey, Vice President Ahn, you probably need to go to the bathroom before class starts right? I’ll take care of the transfer kid.”

“Oh could you, Byul-ah? Thanks I’ll be right back!”

Joohyun raised her head, exchanging a smile with Heeyeon as the taller girl practically leaped from her seat and sprinted for the bathroom.

“Want to get out of here?” Byulyi stepped in front of the crowd of curious students.  She blocked them from Joohyun’s line of sight with her back, bracing her hands on the corner of the girl’s desk and chair.  Byulyi almost flushed at how close they were with Joohyun’s thigh almost brushing her knee.

“Where?”

Byulyi just smirked and grabbed Joohyun’s wrist, running off with a barking laugh to the dismay of her classmates.  She didn’t realize the transfer student was laughing too until they’d climbed a few flights of stairs to the empty music classroom.  Byulyi dropped Joohyun’s wrist as she stumbled into a chair, flipping her long bangs out of her eyes.

“Thanks.”

Byulyi looked up at Joohyun who was still uncertainly standing near the door, one hand clenching onto her wrist.  She looked uneasy as she glanced around the empty classroom.  It was like she was worried a chair was going to jump up and bite her or something.

“They’re all really nice.  We all basically went to the same middle school together so getting a transfer student is really fun for us.  But I can get how all those strangers up close might be scary.”

Joohyun tucked some of her hair behind her ear with a nod.  Noticing how stiff the other girl’s shoulders were made Byulyi feel a little guilty.  She seemed just as nervous as when they were down stairs.  With a determined glance around the classroom she ambled toward the only piano in the corner and gestured for Joohyun to join her.

“Can you play?”

“A little.”

“How about this one?”

Byulyi tinkered around a little, pulling a playful rendition of chopsticks from the old keys.  Joohyun bit back a smile as she tapped along, the two of them making a sloppy stream of music.

When they stopped, Joohyun turned to look at her and Byulyi swore her eyes were almost golden in the lighting.  But it must have just been her imagination.  After all, it was a lot having such a pretty girl staring at her like that.

“What perfume do you use?” she asked quickly, making a show of randomly pressing a series of lazy chords against the keys.

“Perfume?”

“Yeah.  Everyone wears it since the scent blockers sort of make you smell… sterile.  Like a hospital room.”

“I don’t wear perfume,” Joohyun mumbled as her eyes fell back to the keyboard, her profile solemn as she produced a sad string of notes from the piano.

“Oh sorry, you just smell-” Byulyi’s eyes widened at the way Joohyun’s jaw clenched so hard she could see the muscle twitch “-nice.”

“Nice?”

“Yeah.  Like have you ever gone hiking when there’s snow on the ground? It makes the trees smell so clean and fresh.  Especially the hour or two before it gets dark.  I think… I think you smell like that.”

Joohyun looked at Byulyi oddly before staring back down at her hands on the piano, small fingers almost engulfed by the sleeve of her uniform blazer.  Even though Byulyi was an omega, there was something about the other girl that made her want to protect the gentleness that seemed to ooze out of the careful way she touched everything.  If she touched me, would she act like I was made of glass, too? Byulyi wondered.

“You shouldn’t be able to smell me with the scent-blockers,” Joohyun muttered tersely, fingers tracing the piano keys but no longer playing.  “Are you an alpha? Your sense of smell is really strong.”

“No.  I’m not actually.  I was born with a good nose.”  Byulyi gave Joohyun a half-smile which the girl almost returned.

“You smell nice, too.”

“You can smell me?”

“Well, you’re standing right here,” Joohyun flushed, her cheeks undeniably pinkish at the way Byulyi leaned forward curiously.

“What do I smell like?”

Joohyun stopped trying to pull away, letting Byulyi be nearly a breath away as she let her gaze slide from her bangs to the slope of her jaw.

“Sweet.  Like candy.”

“Well don’t eat me.  I’ve read Little Red Riding Hood and I know how that story goes.”

“Do I look like the Big Bad Wolf?”

Byulyi lifted her head to laugh at the absurd question Joohyun was posing. This tiny person that looked more like a doll than a girl was asking if she was some monster from a story?

But then when Joohyun just stared back at Byulyi with not a hint of bluster, she found she couldn’t quite say no.  

#moonrene #mamavelvet #HERE IT IS #THE EVIDENCE OF MY SINS #fic #mine

[ionfusionpunk]

Hello 👋🏽 clone playlist anon here!

(olive branch accepted) Friends!

You are one of the nicest persons I’ve ever interacted with on the internet. Every time I send you an ask I check Tumblr constantly to see if you answered lol I always look forward to talking to you and seeing your responses! I wish you luck on your finals and that you get a chance to just chill out. Also which are your favorite Star Wars characters?

*whispers* Hi~ <3 You are. So awesome. Hello New Friend~ 😊

Ngl I’ve been checking my notifs constantly after I respond to one of your asks just to see if I’ll get a new from you haha. You’re absolutely one of the funnest people I’ve interacted with. You think I’m nice? Holy moly, my dude, you’re SUPER nice! Getting one of your asks is the highlight of my day ^^

Thank you! My finals are two tests and two papers, so I think I should be pretty okay grade-wise, but your support is appreciated. :)

Okay okay, now for the actual question, lol. Hm, this one is a little tough cos I’ve kinda cycled through a couple as I’ve gotten older and my opinions of them have changed - or I’ve learned about new people! A lot of what I know about characters - and solidly everything I know about any Legends character - comes from fanfic only. I haven’t gotten an opportunity to watch any playthroughs of the videogames, and I honestly have no desire to read the books, lol (I read about the comics all the time, so most of my knowledge is probably based on those, tbh). But. Here’s what I got 🙃

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Kenobae, lol, love of my life, and Ewan McGregor 💙)

Cody (Wifi Router Husband)

Fox (Sleepy!Angsty!Boi)

Plo Koon (Best Dad)

Alpha-17. Nuff said. 

Domino Twins (Echo and Fives, my beloveds, who deserved so much more, sarcastic and honorable and tragic and hnnn)

Rex (King)

Riyo Chuchi (Sweet Bean)

Crosshair (I think I have a type for sarcastic/cranky/sniper. Legit tho)

Jon Antilles (I want you to know I blame blackkat for this; they’ve written a solid half of all the Jon fics on ao3)

Leia (Dude. Just - Yes.)

Bail Organa (Ties for Best Dad)

Honestly, I love most of the characters. These are just the ones I’ve spent the most time ‘with’, I guess? The ones I read the most about/enjoy their appearances in both fiction and canon the most. 

How about you? Which are your favorite SW characters? Ooh! And do you have any of your favorite fics you’d like to recommend? I’m always looking for more 🙃 (even though I literally refuse to go through my bookmarks and opened tabs to read the ones I’ve hidden away, lolll)

#asks #Best Nonnie #favorite sw characters #(so many lol)

[cometcrystal]

rating every f/f zombies ship

except for the ones w lacey and stacey because i don’t care

addison/eliza - not my favorite but still good and cute. zom-baes. two revolutionaries who will punch someone unprovoked and will bond over their tendencies to rant. dates include decorating protest signs while cuddling 10/10

addison/bree - honestly the most canon one and SO sweet??? from day 1 they’re completely heart eyes over each other and they’d die for each other and they both think the other is just so beautiful. just imagine addy giving bree a buncha cheek kisses and bree getting all flustered and smiley. you’re welcome 10/10

addison/willa - they have such a deep mutual respect for each other and you know their first date would be very formal but they’d both be smiling from ear to ear the whole time. two leaders who will rule together 10/10

addison/wynter - wynter’s still a little odd about addy at first because of the whole great alpha thing but addison’s like “it’s okay wynter, it’s just me”. they do each other’s nails and wynter gushes on and on while she crimps addy’s hair for her and addy loves to hear her talk 10/10

eliza/bree - au where eliza zombies out and catches bree from falling just like zed did for addison. eliza’s heart softens up from bree’s mere presence and bree finds more confidence from being around her bold gf. they both support each other in every endeavor whether it’s sjw shit or flying 10/10

eliza/willa - eliza’s instantly smitten the moment willa says “you’re smarter than he looks”. willa thinks she’s cute because eliza doesn’t get flustered and blushy around anyone else but her. and willa finds herself acting the same way, as well, even though it’s unbecoming of an alpha. 10/10

eliza/wynter - both people with super high energy levels, their dates involve playing competitive fighting and/or racing games and screaming about wins and losses. then they kiss. 10/10

bree/willa - my OG willa ship. i love it because its cool, collected, gorgeous girl x awkward bubbly cute girl. willa becomes fond of bree’s reactions to when she gives her werewolf gifts like a cool rock she found on the ground and bree thinks willa is the coolest person alive. 10/10

bree/wynter - so sweet and caring. bree constantly fusses over wynter bc of the time she saw her coughing and weak, and wynter is like I AM THE NIGHT but instantly melts when bree gives her an ear scratch. acts tough but actually a big softie and bree knows it. 10/10

willa/wynter - they’ve probably known each other for the longest time out of all these pairings, so there’s no beginning butterflies, but it’s a trusting, slow love that built up over time. the tenderness with which willa told wynter she was going to be okay, she promised. 10/10

#disney zombies #zombies 2 #addibree #williza #addiliza #wynbree #wynlla #breella #breeliza #addiwilla #wynliza #addiwyn #zombies 2 spoilers #i GUESS #also i created all or most of these ship names you are welcome

[magicman-mephistopheles]

@mr-walkingrainbow

a/n: I’m so sorry it took a little while to finish, but here it is! WILLIZA FOR EVERYONE!!!! Also- Willa’s anxiety headcanon is 100% relatable and I really enjoyed writing this for you!! I ended this on a super cute note also note: it’s a bit lengthy because I tried to get in enough background detail but I didn’t try to overload it with detail💜💛🖤

Willa’s anxiety was her downfall. Whether it was a simple presentation for class, or being the alpha of her pack, she got the jitters. And not just a small, mild case. It was always like earthquake tremors. She couldn’t help it because the responsibility of being alpha came to her at a young age after her and Wyatt’s parents fell ill. She knew that the one person who would always be on her side and help her through the panic attacks was her twin brother.

Today wasn’t any different for Willa. She had a speech presentation in Oral Communications, and she wasn’t at all prepared. She had her notecards, her perfect bullet points, but she wasn’t mentally prepared to stand up in front of the class and give the presentation.

The assignment was to tell the class about herself in under five minutes. She couldn’t do that, there was too much to tell. She could feel herself shaking in her seat at the lunch table, her leg bouncing up and down as the normal hustle and bustle of the cafeteria barely drowned out her own thoughts. Sure she also had her girlfriend, Eliza, to help her through the anxiety, but neither Eliza or Wyatt had come in yet, and panic was starting to set in. Wynter had been sitting with her, but she’d been rambling on about how much she loved her art class and was showing Willa her newest painting.

“Willa!” Eliza’s voice snapped Willa out of her thoughts, and she quickly hid her trembling hands under the cafeteria table. “Hey Zom-bae.” Willa smiled as Eliza sat down beside her. Great, momentary relief for now. While it was some relief, Willa was still trembling. “You ready for your big speech today?” Eliza asked as she opened her can of soda. “Mhm...” Willa murmured, “excited for everyone to get a glimpse into my life.” her hands trembled as she finished her sentence.

“Hey, Willa, uh- not to be a bother, but can you hand me that art supplies box just right on the table behind you?” Wynter pointed to her wooden box that sat directly behind Willa. “Oh yeah, sure.” Willa smiled as she turned to the box, noticing as she reached out to grab the box, her hands were still trembling.

Was this speech really getting to her nerves that bad? She grasped the box, her hand shaking violently as she turned in her seat. Thankfully, Eliza realized the trembles, and immediately leaped into action. “Here, I’ve got it.” Eliza smiled, trying to pry the box from Willa’s hand. “No, no I’ve got it.” Willa smiled, “it’s fine.” The two fought over the box before Eliza lost her grip, which in turn caused Willa to lose her grip and make the box clatter against the tile floor. “I’m so sorry-” Willa quickly apologized to Wynter as her and Eliza started to clean up the mess of oil pastels, colored pencils, and paintbrushes. “Oh no, it’s okay!” Wynter quickly forgave her, “I know your speech is nerve-wracking!” Wynter scrambled to help them clean up her supplies.

The clattering of the box against the floor caught Wyatt’s attention from across the cafeteria. “Willa?” He rushed over to his sister. He already knew what was happening, Willa was minutes from another panic attack. Acting on pure instinct, he did what their mother would always do when Willa would start to get anxious. He took a small section of her hair and began to braid it until Willa started to calm down. Willa sunk down in the seat, feeling her body start to relax. “Is this a usual thing for her?” Eliza asked as she sat beside her girlfriend, “I tried to take the box from her to give it to Wynter but she wouldn’t budge.” Wyatt nodded, “sometimes when she gets really overwhelmed, she gets tremors and since we were kids, it was either me or mom calming her down by braiding her hair, but uh, now it’s just me.” Wyatt cracked a little smile, knowing that their mother would be proud of him for taking care of his sister, “you’ll just have to learn to drown out the stubbornness, that’s just Willa.” Wyatt finished as Eliza nodded, making mental notes so she could use that method in the future.

Willa was lucky that she had her class with Eliza. The first student finished their speech, and it was Willa’s turn. She nervously smiled as she got up from her desk and headed to the small carpeted stage at the front of the room. She nervously wiped her palms against the thighs of her jeans, “H-Hi,” she cleared her throat, “I-I’m Willa Lykensen and...this is me.” She smiled, stumbling over her own words, “I’m the a-alpha of my pack, and ever since I was y-you-” Willa stopped as she noticed Eliza standing up, joining her on the stage. “Eliza...what are you doing?” Willa whispered. “Helping you, you’ll see.” Eliza smiled, “don’t worry, we’ve got this.”

“Hello everyone, I’m Eliza Zambie.” Eliza started the speech, “and this is my girlfriend, Willa Lykensen.” Eliza noticed Willa’s smile, as she’d figured out what she was doing. “Willa has suffered from anxiety ever since she was a were-pup.” Eliza took Willa’s hand, “all she had were her parents and her brother to help her through it, but what she didn’t know is that she could find comfort in the arms of a zombie too.” Eliza smiled. “Having responsibility bestowed upon her at such a young age caused her anxiety to develop, and it helped to form who she is: Willa Lykensen, a brave, fierce, and maybe even a totally fearless werewolf who isn’t afraid to show who she really is.” Eliza stepped to the edge of the stage with Willa, “today has been one of her bad days because of this speech, but I’m hoping now that I’ve stood up here with her, she’s seen that it’s not so scary, and it’s great to let people get to see who you are.” Eliza cleared her throat, “she’s a monster, and so am I. But in the weirdest of ways, sometimes even monsters are human too, and we can’t treat them as if they’re different.” Eliza smiled, looking up at Willa.

“I’m Willa Lykensen, and even though I’m a werewolf, a monster, a vicious beast, or whatever you want to call me...I’m human too. I may not look completely human, but just like the rest of you, I have a heart, and sometimes even I need a little help, and I’m glad that now everyone knows who I truly am.” Willa smiled as she took a deep breath, knowing that her speech was over. Both Willa and Eliza had earned praise from their teacher and classmates.

“See, you’re great.” Eliza smiled, “everyone loves you and nobody sees you as a threat to them anymore. You’re one of us, Willa.” Willa gave a weak smile at the thought of being accepted, and she loved Eliza even more for stepping up and helping her, like a beacon of light on the darkest day. “I couldn’t have done this without you, and you know it.” Willa admitted as they took their seats. “I know, but now you’ll never have to face anything alone as long as I’m around.” Eliza smiled, doing her infamous little head wiggle, causing Willa to giggle, which was rare for her.

#williza #williza fics #willa lykensen #wyatt lykensen #wynter barkowitz #eliza zambie #zombies 2 fics #zombies 2

[iloveisaac-foster]

Okay part 6 MA13 WARNING GAY STUFF Got it! okay? Now read...

*class 1A eating dinner after school*(btw its monday)

Ochako: Hey bakugou uumm...I'm sorry about Saturday night

Bakugou: It's fine forget about it!

Iida: what happened?

Ochako: I heared deku scream so i went to check it out.... And

Deku: *mutters* Ochako no!

Ochako: i opened the door and there were having sex....

Iida: You can't do that in the dorms!

Bakugou: I'll do whatever I want in my room

Iida: did you atleast use a condom?!

Bakugou: HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF PRIVACY!

Deku: K-kacchan calm down *puts hand on his leg close to his crotch*

Bakugou: j-just forget about it alright

*blushes in embarrassment*

Deku:*sees jirou kiss kaminari* hey kami i thought you were with shinsou?

Jirou: WE are *smiles*

Bakugou: so all three of you are in a relationship?!

Kami: yeah... Its working out really well *smiles and kisses jirou*

Shinsou:*sneeks up behind kami and jirou* hey baes

Kami: hi*kisses cheek*

Jirou: hey hitoshi *kisses other cheek!

Mina:*shouts down from the other side of the table* omg are all three of you together?!

Shinsou: Y-yeah

Kiri: you didn't tell me man!

Bakugou: aight imma do the dishes *grabs empty plates*

Deku: do you want me to help?

Bakugou: na its good you can go on to bed babe or maybe pick a movie*kisses him*

Deku:*kisses back * okay... Do all you guys wanna watch a movie on the big tv

Everybody: yeah sure

*they all agree on a movie*

Bakugou:*puts deku on his lap and cuddles and kisses him*

*After the movie at 6pm*

Aizawa: KATSUKI BAKUGOU! IZUKU MIDORIA!

Deku: S-SENSEI??!

Bakugou: huh??! WHAT DO YOU WANT!

Aizawa:*pulls them too his office* I know you two had sex!

Deku:?!

Bakugou: WHO SNITCHED

Aizawa: that doesn't matter what does is that you are too young, it's not appropriate especially in the dorms and you don't know if your a beta,omega or alpha!

Bakugou: AND WHY DOES THAT MATTER TO YOU

Aizawa: It's my job to take care of you....

Bakugou:...*stands closer to deku and puts arm around him*

Deku:...

Aizawa: And i-its possible one of you is pregnant

Bakugou: Oi thats not possible we're both boys!

Aizawa:*explains how it works*

Bakugou: Shit

Deku: w-well i have been a having some morning sickness i didn't think it mattered

Bakugou: WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME BABE

aizawa:*disurbed*

Deku:*hugs bakugou* I-I'm sorry kacchan! *sniffs*

Aizawa: Tomorrow you two can have a day off so your parents can get you tested to see if you're a beta,omega or alpha

Deku: O-okay

Bakugou: Alright see you later *leaves carrying and kissing deku*

[softforcal]

listen i'm an absolute hoe for your headcanons and maybe one of a slytherin!cal and ravenclaw!reader?

SLYTHERIN CAL X RAVENCLAW READER

-this one is for all my Ravenclaw bae’s because ya’ll are the loves of my life. @notoriouslyhood and a few anons suggested this one too so i’m finally delivering

-4 k fam

-so Slytherin!Cal is the perfect mix of the strong silent type and the badboy

-but he’s also really smart

-its a running joke that Calum could have been in Ravenclaw if he’d chosen to be

-so to say that most Ravenclaws have a secret crush on this boy would be an understatement

-and he knows it

-this Slytherin fuck knows that he could have any Ravenclaw he wants

-he walks into the great hall every morning for breakfast and all the girls at your table turn to look at him

-”i heard he got another tattoo.” one of your friends whispers, “i’m friends with a Slytherin girl who plays beater on his team and she said she thinks she saw one after the game the other day.”

-you all know Cal is hardcore. most wizards go to get wizard tattoos that are less painful and in many ways (because they move across the skin) more beautiful as well

-But not Cal. although he mostly keeps them covered, everyone knows about his muggle tattoos.

-”i heard he has a pain kink, thats why he likes muggle tattoos so much.” another girl whispers, “can you imagine? a needle with ink? its barbaric.”

-you continue reading while the conversation continues

-you’d be the first to admit that Cal is hot, but that cocky side throws you off a little

-you’re in study hall and you know Cal has entered the room without even looking up because the girls around you start whispering again

-Cal takes a seat with his three Slytherin Pals Luke, Ashton and Michael

-”it will never cease to astound me the effect you have on those Ravenclaws.” Ashton laughs

-Calum just grins, opening a book to begin studying

-every time he looks up he can meet the eyes of at least one Ravenclaw

-he looks up because he gets bored and wants to look at something pretty, but also because he knows it keeps their interest in case he decides he’s lonely

-but he starts to notice one Ravenclaw whose eyes he never meets

-he continues to look at you for a while until another girl nudges you. he can see his name on her lips and waits patiently for you to look up and finally meet his gaze but you dont, you shrug and look back down at your book.

-okay, so this is new. he hasn’t noticed this before

-and he hasn’t noticed you either. well. he’s noticed you looking down all the time but he’s never really seen your face

-but looking now, he has to admit it’s a pretty cute face

-it doesn’t happen often, but when Slytherin!Cal has his eye on someone, it’s only a matter of time before they’re putty in his beautiful, tattooed hands

-after study hall, he goes to his other classes and begins to realize you’re actually in quite a few of them, and (as per classic Ravenclaw fashion) you sit directly in the front which is why he probably never noticed you from his seat way in the back

-”do you guys know who that girl at the front is? the Ravenclaw?” Calum asks at the end of his last class

-”that’s Y/N.” Ashton answers, looking up, “i was lab partners with her last year. she’s cute but she’s a classic Ravenclaw.”

-”nothing wrong with that.” Calum shrugs.

-the next day the girls at your study hall table practically combust when Calum Hood approaches, “ladies.” he grins, earning smiles from everyone… but you. you’re still looking down at your book

-”you guys coming to the game?” he asks. “of course we are Cal.” one of your friends grins. “And you girls will be cheering for Slytherin and not Hufflepuff right?” he teases. “of course.” another girl says

-you laugh slightly and all the Ravenclaw girls glare at you

-”who’s your friend?” Cal asks, he knows the answer but he’s never formally met you so…

-”oh that’s just Y/N, don’t mind her, she doesn’t come to the games.” one of your friends waves her hand

-”why don’t you come to the games?” Calum asked

-”well you see Calum-” “call me Cal.” “Cal. i would rather read a book than watch a bunch of people on broomsticks fly around and try to put balls in hoops and catch a small golden ball.”

-”ouch.” Cal laughs, that one hurt, after all, Cal is the keeper, “have you ever been to a game?”

-”once or twice.”

-”well have you ever seen me play?” he grins.

-”can’t say that i have.” you sigh, finally looking up at the Seeker.

-your eyes meet his for the first time and his heart almost stops because you are gorgeous

-”well there’s the issue.” Cal says, “you should come.”

-”i still think i’ll pass.” you say, breaking eye contact to look down at the book again

-”Y/N you can’t turn down an invite from the team captain.” one of your friends scolds, “she doesn’t mean in Cal, she’ll be there.”

-you sigh, closing your book and standing, “Calum, come talk to me outside the hall for a moment.”

-he grins and follows you out where your friends can’t hear, you turn to him, “look. i know you have every single Ravenclaw girl chasing after you because you’re cute. i get it. i really do. i get it because here you are, coming after me. the only one who isnt available and ready for you. Slytherins like the chase, they like a challenge, they like dominating things and that’s cool. just not with me. it’s not going to work. so just stop bothering me. stop looking at me all the time, it’s very annoying.”

-Cal stands there in shock. “woah.” he says, laughing slightly, “i don’t even know how to respond to that.”

-”good thing you don’t have to.” and like that, you turn and leave and Calum watches you go with a grin

-”she wrecked you pretty hard mate.” Michael says from his place leaning against the wall. “fuck were you there the whole time?” Calum asks. “yup.”

-”yo that girl was kind of a bitch to you.” Michael points out. “yeah. i loved it.”

-of fucking course this little shit did

-he’s used to girls bending over backwards for him

-but you just proved something

-you proved that you are actually his equal. you’re a boss ass bitch and you’re smart and quick on your feet and you know what you want

-yes, you don’t want Cal right now, but he knows he can change that

-the next day at class he sits next to you and doesn’t say anything. he just takes his notes.

-he even answers a question and the second you hear it’s his voice next to you, your head snaps up

-he doesn’t look at you the entire class and when it ends, he leaves, still without saying a word

-this goes on for a week.

-this beautiful boy sitting next to you in every class but not saying anything. he answers questions and takes notes which is actually getting to be super annoying because teachers are calling on him now more than you

-when the last class of the week ends and you stand to leave you sigh, “Calum.”

-he turns and looks down at you with a grin, “yeah babe?”

-”what will it take for you to stop being such a Ravenclaw?”

-”Damn, was that annoying you sweetheart?” he teases

-you roll your eyes, “okay. i get your point. what will it take?”

-”come to my game.”

-”but-” you sigh when his grin widens, “fine.”

-he turns to leave but stops, “oh, and here,” he pulls off his green scarf and tosses it to you, “wear this. can’t have you cheering for the other team.”

-and with that he’s gone

-and you’re left sitting there, holding Calum Hood’s scarf

-it even smells like him

-a musky, boy smell. kind of foresty and smoky

-part of you is like ‘well fuck’ and you want to talk to him about it but Cal is surrounded by his Slytherin friends that night and the next morning before the match so you don’t have a chance

-your Ravenclaw friends are shook because you have Calum Hood’s scarf

-a lot of bitchy Ravenclaw jealousy about it

-you show up to the game, sitting with your group of Ravenclaw friends in the Slytherin cheering section

-the scarf is folded in your lap

-the teams come out, Slytherin led by Calum the captain

-even from the distance you have to admit he looks pretty, all determined and alpha

-behind him and Luke and Ashton, the respective keeper and beater for the team

-the fourth member of their squad, Michael, is the announcer

-they all get on their brooms and begin getting ready when you notice Calum flying over to your section, he stops near you and you can tell he’s looking at you

-he makes a neck motion and you narrow your eyes at him

-”he’s saying to put on the scarf.” Michael’s voice booms through the speakers

-practically every eye in the stadium goes to you and you groan, taking your blue scarf on and putting on the green one “you happy now?!” you shout to him

-he grin and flashes the thumbs up and then goes back to where he should be

-you sigh and cross your arms but as the game starts you find yourself watching with interest

-you’d heard that Slytherin had really dominated this year, thanks to the Irwin, Hemmings and Hood but you hadn’t really believed it. but watching now, you definitely understand

-it’s almost like they can read each others minds or something because they are playing in complete unison

-Cal is less than a meter from the snitch the majority of the game and everyone is on the edge of their seat as he races after it

-you see a bludger flying through the air out of the corner of your eye and your breath catches in your throat as it flies towards Calum

-your heart is racing and just as it looks like Calum might get hurt, Ashton flies out of nowhere and hits the ball in the opposite direction

-you let out a breath and a few moments later Calum’s fingers close around the snitch

-the entire crowd jumps to their feet to cheer and after a moment you join them, clapping with a sigh and a smile as your eyes follow Cal who lands on the ground and is immediately surrounded by his team in a group hug

-it had been a good game

-”he’s so dreamy.” a girl next to you sighs

-you walk back to the school with your friends and continue your day

-as you’re walking into the great hall for dinner a hand grabs your arm and you turn to see Cal smiling at you, “what did you think of the game?” he asks

-”it wasn’t that bad.”

-he rolls his eyes, fingers reaching out, “see you’re still wearing my scarf.” he says, fingers touching the tassels, “you look cute in green.”

-you try to hide the blush that you know is creeping across your skin, “here,” you say, removing it.

-”you could keep it if you want.” he states

-”no, you should really take it back.” you say, forcing it into his hands

-he grins, lifting it to his face, “still smells like you gorgeous.”

-and with a wink he walks past you into the great hall and goes to sit with his buds, leaving you standing there like an idiot because you are SHOOK

-you manage to avoid Calum the rest of the weekend because you don’t know what to say to him. you didn’t want to become like one of those girls who melts under his gaze but hot damn that boy is making you feel things

-on Monday he sits next to you in class but doesn’t say anything and you’re like “i thought the deal was that you’d stop sitting next to me if i came to your game?” you sigh

-”no, the deal was i’d stop answering all the questions.” he corrects you, arm going around the back of your chair as he leans back and smiles at you, “i’m afraid you’re stuck with me babe.”

-”what will it take to make you go sit in the back of the class with all your buddies again? i’m sure they miss you.”

-he turns and looks directly at you, “a date. tonight.”

-you sigh, “fine. one date.”

-”okay.” he grins, “you sure you want me to go sit in the back sweetheart?”

-”yes.”

-he shrugs, standing up and grabbing his stuff he goes to the back of the class and finally you can let out a breath because you can focus on the class instead of the insanely hot guy sitting next to you

-you’re at dinner that night and as people begin clearing out, the entire pack of Slytherins approaches your table and your girls are freaking out

-Cal sits directly next to you and wraps his arm around you while the other three all begin to focus on other Ravenclaws sitting in your general area

-”ready for our date Princess?” he asks

-”yeah, let’s just get out of here.” you sigh

-he stands and as soon as you’re standing he puts his arm over your shoulders as the two of you leave, “so what’s the plan?” you ask

-”figured we’d just walk around, get to know each other.” he shrugs, “you’re cool with my arm over your shoulders right?”

-you’re a little shook that he would bother to ask but you nod, “yeah.”

-”good.”

-so you walk around and talk and it’s actually really sweet and soft?

-then Calum takes you to this random hallway and you’re confused when he stops and stares at the wall. but then a door appears and you realize, “you’ve found the room of requirement!”

-he grins, holding the door open for you and following you inside

-the inside is beautiful. it’s like a library but super cozy and quiet, with couches and a study area, “this is where i come when i need to focus on exams.” Calum explains, “i’ve only ever shown it to Luke, Ash and Mike but they all get bored in here.”

-this soft boy is showing you his study location. and it is heavenly

-all the books are making your little Ravenclaw heart soar

-you approach a shelf and look over some of the titles, they’re not all school books, there are some classical novels as well and you realize, if the books are here its probably because of Calum.

-”have you read all of these?” you ask

-you turn and see that he’s blushing, “yeah, i uh… i like books.” this fucking Ravenclaw mixed Slytherin boy is claiming your heart and there’s nothing you can do to stop it

-you flip through one of the old classics and realize there’s some scribbling in the margins. you realize it’s poetry

-and now this boy writes poetry

-there’s way more to this guy than you originally thought

-setting the book down you go and sit on one of the couches, he joins you, his arm going behind you again

-”i’m sorry i judged you at first.” you state

-”as a Ravenclaw i thought you’d know there’s more to a book than it’s cover.” he smiles

-”pretty cover.” you whisper

-”oh wow.” he laughs, pulling his arm from behind you as he puts his face in his hands a little, “i thought i as the suave one here.”

-in that moment you make a decision. you’re a Ravenclaw. but fuck it, tonight you want a little bit of Slytherin inside you. or maybe, hopefully, even a lot of Slytherin in you (why am i such a dork)

-you get up and get on top of him, straddling his hips as your hands go to his shoulders and his hands settle on your waist as he looks up at you, “what do you want from me Cal?”

-”want this.” he says, leaning up to try to capture your lips but you pull away and out of his reach with a teasing grin

-”clarify this for me Cal.”

-”want you.”

-and that’s enough

-your leaning down and one of his hands goes into your hair, keeping your face close to his as his lips dance over yours

-as per classic Ravenclaw fashion, you tell him exactly what to do and he’s sort of super into it

-tracing those beautiful muggle tattoos that stay in a fixed position on his skin

-”i want you to tell me the story of each one of these.” you say

-”not now.” he moans continuing to kiss your neck

-you are shook because you’re actually doing this

-the two of you probably falling off the couch at one point because neither of you are used to it, and then fucking amongst books scattered on the ground, half of them covered in black ink spelling out poetic words that all came from the beautiful Slytherin in front of you

-the two of you laying there after, amongst all the books

-you roll onto your stomach, opening a book and looking at the poetry written in the margins

-its beautiful poetry and as you begin to read it out loud, Cal’s lips trace over your back, “wait, Cal, is this about me?” you ask

-he groans, “hoped you wouldn’t notice.”

-the two of you just chill there for hours and you don’t even realize how late it is outside

-you talk about books and life and why Cal is even in Slytherin

-”i think it comes down to ambition.” he says, “i’ve always worked for what i want.” his fingers trace small shapes on your back, “then there’s the loyalty and confidence.”

-”yeah, you are a cocky bastard aren’t you.” you tease as his lips press against yours again

-you both realize how late it is and he walks you back to your common room, kissing you before you go in

-you get to your class the next day and notice him in the back of the class… so this time you go to the back and sit with him and he just grins at you

-all his friends smile at you and talk to you and they’re pretty welcoming for a bunch of Slytherins

-but you know they’re loyal AF to Calum and thats why they’re being so nice to you

-so the two of you sit together in every class, his arm usually around the back of your chair

-and whenever you can you find yourself in the room of requirement with him

-you’re already acting like a couple

-and everyone has noticed

-because he’s so smiley and cute around you and no one has ever seen him like that

-all your Ravenclaw friends are like wtf

-and when you show up to another Slytherin game in Cal’s scarf it’s pretty much a declaration of your relationship

-he catches the snitch and instead of landing on the ground, Cal flies over to the stands, hops off his broom and grabs your face and kisses you in front of everyone

-”Get it Cal!” Michael screams over the speakers only to be shushed by a teacher

-people are kinda shook. no. they hella shook

-Cal is in love with how smart you are

-he’s also a smart cookie too though

-and you two are intimidating as fuck

-plus, Cal and his friends are tight as fuck so not only do you have one protective Slytherin but four

-so many study dates in the room of requirement

-Cal is ambitious and determined to study but he also does get bored

-and he always gets super determined to distract you while you’re studying

-”read the textbook.” he demands, lips trailing up your thigh. when his actions make you put the book down, he stops, “did i tell you to stop princess. i have to study.”

-trying to read the book out loud while his tongue works magic in between your thighs is hard as fuck

-and this determined boy is hella into over stimulation. so… get ready for that.

-he’s such a mischievous fuck too.

-like sitting next to each other in class and his fingers are under your skirt

-forcing Luke to sit between you sometimes when Cal is too horny and you need to pay attention to class

-wearing that god damn green scarf because it smells like him

-he’s a biter

-his pals all calling your love bites ‘snake bites’

-”might wanna give Y/N your scarf, Cal, the snake bites are showing.” Ash teases

-the Ravenclaws all being kinda pissed because “we thought you hated Calum!”

-and if you’re a creative Ravenclaw that likes writing then this guy wants to read everything

-cuddling

-he draws lazy shapes on your bare skin

-and Slytherin Cal is horny all the time fam.

-all the time

-like, showing up to the room of requirement expecting to see your beautiful book shelves but instead finding Cal just chilling in a bed with a book

-”i feel bad using the room like this.” you say between kisses. “well, it decided to make the bed when i walked in so it’s choosing to let us do this here.” Calum points out

-this boy always manages to sweet talk his way into your pants

-he’s cunning like that. a true Slytherin

-that Slytherin tongue knows whats good fam. it knows whats good

-pet names 24/7

-long hugs

-he loves that thing where his arm is over your shoulders but your hand is up and your fingers are intertwined

-he’s down to come sit at the Ravenclaw table and his friends are more than down since all the Ravenclaw girls flirt with the boys

-but usually you go sit at the Slytherin table

-his boys are always grumbly about that

-”are you sure you don’t want us to come sit at your table today Y/N?” Luke asks, looking at the girls over your shoulder who are waving at him

-Cal laughs and puts his arm around you pulling you to his chest so he can kiss your forehead, “leave her alone guys.”

-you and Cal are such a power couple

-i just feel it fam.

#calum hood #calum hood smut #calum hood x reader #hogwarts!au #hogwarts!5sos #hogwarts!calum hood #hogwarts calum hood #slytherin calum hood #slytherin!calum hood #ravenclaw!reader #5sos #au #softforcal mobile masterlist #hc #5 seconds of summer

[rvmmm21]

. unpleasant reminders (1.5) .

small note : i know what you’re thinking. great titling. seriously, why can’t i title to save my arse? like i’d pay someone to title my stuff for me. i didn’t mention anything about currency, so go wild. again, please heed my warnings before reading. and uh... remind me never to write this much dialogue ever again, yeah?

*you do not understand how Elated i am to finally be able to pin half of this onto you guys*

i’ve said this in the tags before, but please don’t use shock-collars. save them for this au, okay?

(also... i... i do write soft stuff too. um, j-just in case you forgot... it’s okay to ask me for soft things. i’ll gladly oblige. rvmmm21 isn’t just a yandere bucket).

[yandere!omega!irene x alpha!wendy]

tw : choking, bondage, violence, noncon, implied use of shock-collar. (a very, VERY toxic relationship).

...

Bae Joohyun doesn’t need to be an alpha.

She’s already in control.

And Seungwan isn’t the only one who knows things. Joohyun does too.

She knows plenty.

But if there’s one thing she knows best, it’s that alphas who love their omegas unconditionally do not bolt at any given chance.

And if there’s anything Joohyun considers worse than an alpha who is unwilling to accept that they belong under her, it’s an alpha who actively does something about it.      

It is rather unfortunate that Joohyun, being an omega, does not possess those useful little pheromones alphas use to either overwhelm or calm. Life would be so much easier if she could just have Seungwan on her knees with a whiff of her scent. But when life presents her a challenge like an unruly alpha... a challenge like Seungwan, Joohyun would rather die than back down. She may have been cautious, hell, she may have even bothered to put on a coat before setting out after her fleeing lover. But it really doesn’t matter, not when Seungwan is as docile and harmless as a baby mouse. 

It’s at times like this where Joohyun really doesn’t think her girlfriend deserves her alpha status, or any of those knee-weakening pheromones. It’d be a surprise in itself if Seungwan was aware she even had them, let alone know when and how to use them.

But that isn’t completely her fault. She’s a young pup. Which means she has a lot to learn.

Luckily for her, Joohyun is nothing, if not a well-meaning trainer.

…

Joohyun is standing over her when she opens her eyes.

Even through the blur, it’s creepy. The way she’s just… observing.

She’s calm. Far too calm for Seungwan’s comfort. Not that there’s anything remotely comforting about being gagged and cuffed to the floor. She wants to kick and scream, because she recognises her surroundings far too quickly.

The basement.

Or as Joohyun insists it is, the ‘Training Room’.

For a few seconds she does nothing but quietly stare at the metal around her wrists, the taste of old rags seeping into her tongue anything but pleasant. Finally, Joohyun sighs, bending over to run her fingers along the knot behind her head as she breaks the silence. “Gag wasn’t necessary, but… I know you hate it. And I did catch you doing something very naughty, so I think it’s only fitting, don’t you?”

She fiddles around with the fabric before dragging it down and tossing the damp cloth to the side. Seungwan’s jaw aches when she flexes it a couple times. Stray tears roll down from the corners of bloodshot eyes as she opens her mouth to form some sort of apology. But as soon as her lips are parted, four fingers shove their way into her mouth, as good as choking her in an attempt to keep her from making another mistake.

“Don’t you dare.”

The tears are welling up and she can’t help herself.

“You ran. Again.” Joohyun’s tone is somewhere between a drawl and a snarl. The smaller girl impulsively jerks forward when fingers thrust themselves deeper down her throat. She coughs, gags and tries to twist away, but Joohyun just follows her, never leaving more than a millimetre of space between them. “How many times this month, alpha?”

“No, no, no…” Seungwan tries to say, but it just comes out as incoherent mumbling around Joohyun fingers, all subdued and useless. And it doesn’t help that her head is still spinning. Holding onto a simple train of thought is proving to be harder than the force Joohyun must have applied to knock her out and drag her back.

When the omega pulls her fingers out with a skin-crawling laugh, Seungwan scrambles to defend herself, pointless as it is.

“I wasn’t trying any – wasn’t running, I–”

A foot embeds itself into her diaphragm and cuts off whatever the end of that sentence was supposed to be. The hot pain concentrated in her chest slowly blossoms down her ribs, stomach, and her head. The impact of her back shoved further into the cement she’s slumped against sends agonising jolts down her spine, and it’s that instinctive wince that reminds her that she truly is at the mercy of her sweet, sweet omega.

The added pressure behind the heel serves to better restrict Seungwan’s breathing.

“Puppy’s learnt to lie now, has she?” Joohyun sounds lethargic, and it’s nearly twice as scary as that look of pure, animalistic rage Seungwan had seen on her face not two seconds ago. “You’d better tell me where you picked this charming little habit up… or you’re not going to like what happens next.”

She sounds unimpressed and bored and it’s terrifying.

“P-please…” It doesn’t cross Seungwan that she’s speaking out of turn, that she’s not answering her omega’s question, that she’s not thinking straight. It’s impossible. She can’t think straight. Not when she’s in such a compromising position. “I-I promise it won’t happen again, please… I don’t want to run, it – it was a m-mistake! I didn’t mean to–”

“I didn’t mean to plan an escape, I didn’t mean to keep running when I was called, I’m so sorry, Hyun, please don’t hurt me, Hyun.” Joohyun taunts her, mimicking the panic in her alpha’s voice with a sickening light-heartedness. “How many times do you think I’ve heard that, hm?” She pauses to chuckle at her own awful reminiscing. “Pretty much the first day we started training. And how many times has it worked?”

She kneels down again and wraps her hand around her alpha’s throat. She squeezes, smile broadening when Seungwan whimpers and chokes out a weak – “… none.”

Joohyun smirks. “None.”

Tiny black dots speckle Seungwan’s vision as the pressure on her throat increases, turning her laboured breathing into ragged pants. It takes everything she has to force herself still, if only to keep from encouraging the irate omega, who’s growling at her now, sounding more like an alpha than she can ever hope to be.

“Don’t make me wait for it, puppy.”

At this point Seungwan’s reactions are more reflexive than genuine. “I love – I love you!” Her words are clogged in her throat, but she forces them out in short, sharp gasps. “I love you! I’m sorry – sorry I tried to run, please, please don’t… please Hyunnie, you’re hurting me, stop please…”

Joohyun just grins and uses one more final burst of strength before she relents, keeping her alpha pinned up by her shoulders as she splutters and wheezes and struggles to stop the tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Don’t think you’re getting off scot-free. Seems like I haven’t trained you well enough, puppy. Outbursts like that are very rude, and they will not go unpunished.” She finally lets her go completely to reach for something Seungwan can’t see. It should soothe her, however the lack of pressure on her neck and the lack of a foot in her ribs does little to do so. Quite the contrary. It fires every nerve in her body up, because if Joohyun’s hands aren’t on her now, there’s no telling where they’ll be next.

When Joohyun finally turns around, it’s the familiar little remote she has clasped in her right hand and device in her left that kicks Seungwan’s legs into gear, weak as they are. It makes her forget. She forgets she’s tethered to a U bolt in the floor, forgets that if her omega can singlehandedly retrieve her mid-run, she stands no chance if they’re in the same room.

She forgets her place.

Still, she springs into action, aiming to lunge past her insane girlfriend and head straight for the door. But she never reaches it. As soon as she’s on her feet, Joohyun is straddling her back, knee digging into the base of her spine and forcing her face into the cold cement floor. Seungwan sobs harder, one hand grappling pathetically out in front of her while the other stays pinned under Joohyun’s knee.

“Bad alpha, bad puppy.” The omega patronises as she fumbles around with the contraption she had intended to put on her lover ever so nicely. Of course, Seungwan had to fuck that up too, didn’t she? The battered alpha goes rigid when she feels deceptively soft lips against the nape of her neck, kissing her so lightly and so comfortingly that she almost mistakes it as forgiveness. But that hope is quickly suffocated when she hears the click of a buckle and a lock, when there’s that tightness around her neck.

She suddenly realises that –

“I’m tired of false promises, puppy. If you can’t tell me the truth, then I think it’s better you can’t tell me anything, don’t you?”

– it’s much more painful to swallow in fear when there are two icy iron prongs burrowing themselves firmly into your throat.

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Sweetvee 41&61

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41. “Who the hell do you think you are? My dad?”

61. “I’ve had enough.”

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It was mid December when Veronica Lodge walked in the Whyte Wyrm looking, white snowflakes covering her black cape. She removed her hood and kicked the snow off her heeled boots. Her dark brown eyes scanned the bar, searching for a familiar blonde head but, she wasn’t present.

The raven haired girl sighed discouragingly. She had been searching for her best friend all night and the Wyrm was the last place on her list.

Where are you Betty?

“I think your chauffeur took the wrong direction.”

“Excuse me?”

“Northside is opposite way, Princess.”

Veronica turned around, catching sight of a very tall Serpent. “Sweet Pea,” she acknowledged.

“Mobster Princess.”

Usually, Veronica would’ve chuckled at the dark humor but, not tonight. Her night had been eventful and she didn’t have the heart for a laugh.

It took Sweet Pea one glance at the rich girl for him to catch on that something was up. He gave his cue stick to another Serpent and made his way over to her.

Sweet Pea wouldn’t call her a friend but she was definitely not a stranger. He had seen her before in the halls at school and at Jughead’s birthday party and always thought she was an uptight rich bitch that didn’t think farther than the tip of her nose. It was the vibe he got from her. His opinion changed when he found her crying in her fancy dress outside the school at Homecoming.

The reason of her tears: Archie Andrews.

That idiot had been making out with Valerie Brown backstage after his musical number and Kevin had caught them. Being the loyal friend he was, he immediately told Veronica about her boyfriend’s tongue jumping the fence.

Sweet Pea had sat with her on the cement stairs and let her cry on his shoulder, his unfinished cigarette crushed by his feet. He wasn’t good at comforting people and had no idea what to do but he couldn’t leave her by herself.

“Fuck him. It’s his loss if he want to trade a ten for a six.”

Later than night, they ended up hooking up in his trailer.

“Is everything okay?” Sweet Pea stood in front of her, raising a worried brow.

Veronica looked up and smiled tightly. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“Bullshit.”

She opened her mouth to argue but closed it. He already knew she was lying.

Eyes were on them as they stood in the middle of the Serpent bar. Her raven hair and the pearls around her neck gave her identity away. Or, maybe it was the fancy handbag resting in the crevice of her elbow.

Sweet Pea put a hand behind her lower back and led her to the bar, taking the attention away from them. “Want anything?” he asked her.

“The strongest you have.”

“We’ll take two shot of vodka and another beer,” he told Hog Eye.

The man nodded and poured their drinks, handing them to the young Serpent. Sweet Pea took the drinks in his hands and led Veronica to an empty table at the back of the bar. They sat down and Veronica immediately reached for the shot glass, downing its content without grimacing.

“What did Andrews do again?”

Veronica knitted her eyebrows. “How did you-”

“When is Andrews not the reason why you’re upset?”

“Thouché.”

“So,” Sweet Pea started, taking a sip of his beer. “What brought the mobster princess on snake territory?”

Chuckling, Veronica removed her cape coat, revealing a black top with an embellished collar. “It’s over. Archie and I. I came here in hope to find Betty but, clearly, she isn’t here.”

“Until when this time? Monday morning?” he joked, knowing Archie and Veronica always get back together despite their several breakups.

“No. I mean it this time. I’ve had enough. Archie is a boy, he’ll never change his juvenile attitude. We went on a movie date at the Bijou tonight and his phone went off during the movie. Moodkill, I know. I thought it was Jughead or his dad but no, it was a notification from Tinder. I almost let it slide because, maybe he had made a profile we were broken up and forgot to delete the app but then, I realized you don’t get notifications from people who swiped right unless you pay for the app. So, he’s still paying although we are dating. You’re probably thinking he’s done fucking up for the night but, listen closely, it gets worse. He opened the damn notification right there, in the middle of our date. This is totally unacceptable. I was furious.”

Out of all the shitty things Archie has done, checking Tinder during a date was probably the worse. It was beyond disrespectful toward Veronica - his girlfriend. To her, the betrayal hurt more than all the times he cheated on her behind her back. At least, then, she didn’t have to witness her boyfriend smiling at whatever that bitch on the other side was writing.  

“Andrews really surpassed himself this time, uh.” Sweet Pea laughed at the Bulldog’s lack of brain, shaking his head. “I can’t believe he opened Tinder right in front of you. It’s like he’s silently saying you’re his side bitch.”

Talking about the beast, Veronica’s phone went off, Archie’s name flashing on the screen. She flipped the device over and ignored it. She tried to but, Archie didn’t get the hint and kept calling again and again which infuriated Veronica.

She sighed dramatically. “Oh my god, will he ever stop?”

“He might have orange hair, he’s not the brightest crayon of the box.”

Veronica stifled a laugh, smirk curving on the Serpent’s lips.

“This is it. He’s gonna have a taste of his own money.” She grabbed her phone and for a second, Sweet Pea though she was giving in and answering Archie’s call, she pulled it up in front of the Serpent. “Please, hold the pose,” she said, and snapped a picture, adding a cute filter and posting it on Instagram with the caption: ‘fun night with my new bae’, knowing Archie has her social medias notifications turned on. “Should’ve known not to mess with a Lodge.”

She knew Archie despised Serpents but, mostly their guard dog Sweet Pea. The two strong headed teenagers had gotten into quite a few fights together over the past year. Jughead had tried his best to keep the peace between the two clans but, he couldn’t do miracles. They even got souvenirs from their opponent. A scar below the eye for Sweet Pea and a chipped tooth for Archie. The rivalry between the two sides of town is nothing new but, ever since they merged the two schools together, both boys started a secret contest for the most powerful alpha and, needless to say, it didn’t impress anyone. If anything, it got them to spend more time together in detention.

“I bet if we go outside we’ll see him fuming from here.”

She watched as Sweet Pea took another sip of his beer, his shot of vodka still untouched in front of him. “Are you going to take it?” The Serpent hummed. “The shot.”

“I intended to, yes.”

“I’ll go get myself another round, then.”

The raven haired girl stood and headed to the bar to order more drinks. A minute later, she come back to she and Sweet Pea’s table with a crimson colored cosmo.

“I thought you were getting more shots?”

“It’s coming,” she replied with a fierce smile, glancing back at the bar.

Sweet Pea followed her gaze, seeing Hog Eye pouring what seemed to be tequila in several shot glasses which was much less forgiving than vodka. Both will get you drunk pretty fast; vodka will make dance on tables for a few minutes before ending with your head down the toilet while tequila will increase your bad decisions and you’ll wake up in the morning, having no clue what happened the night before.

“Not to pop your bubble but, I’m not drinking any more shots. I need to take my bike home.”

Hog Eye deposed the tray on their table and returned to the bar, flashing Sweet Pea a knowing look. The younger Serpent ignored it. He could bet his life that more than half the population of the Wyrm expected him to take Hiram Lodge’s daughter back to his trailer tonight. They’re all gonna be disappointed because it wasn’t on tonight’s agenda. He wouldn’t oppose to having sex with Veronica but, it wasn’t what she needed tonight. She needed someone to listen to her rants and change her mind from the ginger Judas that is Archie Andrews.

She shrugged, picking one shot glass and downing it before biting into a piece of lime. “More for me.”

“You’re not drinking all of this.”

Veronica scoffed. “Who the hell do you think you are? My dad?”

In true Sweet Pea fashion, he would’ve responded with a dirty comeback like: ’Not yet’ or ’No, but I can be your daddy if you want’ but, he didn’t.

“Drowning your sorrows in alcohol isn’t the way to go. Been there, done that. You’ll feel like death tomorrow if you get shitfaced.”

Holding the Serpent’s gaze, Veronica tasted her cosmo. “Would you happen to have another solution to propose? I’m all ears,” she said, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she let her heeled boot crawling up Sweet Pea’s leg, stopping right by his crotch.

Sweet Pea hissed, grabbing hold of Veronica’s foot. “I wasn’t going to suggest it but…if that’s really what you want.” If she was looking for a rebound from Andrews, that was a role he’d willingly play. He had been looking for an occasion to bang her again ever since she left his bed the morning after Homecoming.

She grinned behind her drink, loving the grip the older boy had on her. One major thing she liked about sex with Sweet Pea was that he wasn’t afraid to be rough with her. Not too rough but just enough, something Archie was never willing to do.

Just like going down on her. The Bulldog was a selfish boy that clearly didn’t care enough about his partner to give her single pleasure.

Veronica wasn’t going to lie, the alcohol was starting to kick in, the mix of vodka and tequila feeling warm in her belly. She wasn’t drunk but, she had drank just enough to feel confident and sexy - more than usual.

“Shall we head out?” she asked, arching a perfectly plucked eyebrow. Sweet Pea let go of Veronica’s foot and slide out of his seat, waiting for the raven haired girl to do the same. She put her cape back on and downed the rest of her cosmo. “Lead the way.”

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