#I was eating chicken nuggets when I realized I was curious as to what people eat with their nuggets

[spikeisawesome456]

I had yet another amazing idea for a poll, so get ready for this super divisive question that WILL tear families and friendships apart.

#Don't even ask #I like these polls since my bizarre sense of humor can finally shine through #I was eating chicken nuggets when I realized I was curious as to what people eat with their nuggets #Since I usually either go plain or ranch

[chaeiimimi]

How I Met Your Mother

Timeskip!Kuroo x Fem!Reader

Fluff

Warnings: None 

it was a fine afternoon, the sunlight illuminated your whole house, the noise from the tv in the background and  Kuroo was on the coffee table catching up with some of his paper works he failed to finish during the weekend, he casted a quick glance at your five- year-old son who was reading a science encyclopedia, Tetsuya was basically his carbon copy, from his feline eyes, to his raven black bed hair not to mention the same love for science and hyena laugh, they would pass as twins. You were out with your friends (Yaku’s and Kai’s wife), therefore he was in charge of the house for the day.

Kuroo went back to his task when he saw his son immersed in his encyclopedia. Not even five minutes have gone by and his son was walking towards him dragging along his Brontosaurus plushie his Uncle Kei got him, his son tugged on his shirt and he tears his eyes away from his computer to look at his son

“hey buddy, you want a snack?” he lovingly ruffled his son’s hair

Tetsuya nod “want dino nuggies daddy” man literally had to bite the inside of his cheeks to stop himself from screeching at how adorable his son is

“alright, daddy’s gonna make you dino nuggies” he says taking off his reading glasses and going to the kitchen while his son trailed behind him like a lost puppy

He sat Tatsuya on the counter’s chair while he brings out the dino nuggies and some ingredients for a sandwich and lemonade as well

“daddy?” his son called out to him and he answered with a hum while taking the nuggets out of their container

“how did you and mom meet?” he looked at his son who was looking at him with the most curious eyes

There was an instant tug on the corner of his lips as he remembered that day, internally slapping his face for feeling like a giddy teenager again

He went back with his work on the chicken nuggets and started

 “well…”

Aside from the sound of the chalk screeching against the board and the voice of his Literature teacher, it was a rather quiet afternoon.

Time seems to be going by slowly for Kuroo, he was uncontrollably tapping his feet and drumming his fingers on his desk, he was eager to get out of this class which was the last class for the day, he was eager to practice, the pressure of the upcoming nationals weighed heavy on his shoulders, his mind was filled with volleyball and classes and college applications that he was barely eating and sleeping

When the resounding bell that marked the end of the class, he immediately got out of his seat and hurriedly walked towards the door only to be blocked by the class president

“where do you think you’re going Kuroo-san? You’re on plant duty today”

He inwardly groaned, how could he forget? Today was Friday

He dragged his feet back inside, placed his bag on his chair and proceeded to look for the water can

He found it on its usual place and walked outside to fill it up, once done, he went to the classroom’s backyard and saw you with gloves on, your hair on a clip as you patiently pull out weeds

Kuroo swears his heart skipped a beat when you looked at his way and gave him a small awkward smile

He walked over beside you, took the gloves in his pocket, put it on, and started pulling some of the weeds as well

“so, which class are you from?” he asked nervously trying to strike up a conversation

“the same class as you, see?” he looked up and saw that you were pointing at the sign with your class on it

A million thoughts were running in his head like, “how come I never saw her before?” “Has she always been in our class?”  “Did I come out as rude?”

Until he heard a chuckle coming from you

“don’t worry, I get that a lot” you say as you continue to pull out weed

“I’m L/N Y/N by the way, Ayumi-chan is sick that’s why you’re stuck with me for now” you said and gave him another smile

‘I don’t mind’ he wanted to say that but he decided to just nod

“the nationals, it’s next week right?” you asked still not looking at him

“yeah” he answers

“well, good luck to you and your team, I’m the only one in the class who hasn’t wished you luck yet” you said as you started digging some holes to put your new seeds in

“thanks, I need a whole lot of that stuff” he chuckled nervously 

“well, I never thought I’d see the great Kuroo Tetsuro get nervous” it was true, Kuroo always appeared composed and confident, the total opposite of you who was shy and demure

“I’m still human you know?” you watch him as he pulls out a particularly large weed

You chuckled and nodded

“you look like you need a break” you say and went back to your own work

It was now his turn to look at you and tilt his head in confusion

You looked at him and pointed your finger to his face

“the bags under your eyes are telling me you haven’t had a goodnight sleep in these past few weeks, your cheeks has slightly deflated implying that you haven’t been eating much, plus you don’t laugh at Tadashi-Sensei’s stupid science jokes anymore, meaning you’re not really having fun or something’s wrong”

You put your finger down after voicing out your long observation and went back to your task

Kuroo was stunned to say the least, he thought he was putting up a good façade, boy was he wrong

While realization was just hitting you and your eyes widen

“PLEASE  DON’T TAKE THAT IN A CREEPY WAY, PEOPLE RARELY TALK TO ME SO I LIKE OBSERVING THEM FROM AFAR!” you immediately blurted out

There was a long deafening silence before a hyena-laugh broke out

“its fine its fine” he said in between laughter while you stood there with a flushed face

“It’s just that you were the last person I expected to hear that from” he said after laughing

You gave him a small shrug

“I just don’t like to see people losing interest in something they’re passionate about” you look at him and smiled

“if you envision the ideal outcome of what you’re doing and it doesn’t spark you joy, then there’s no point of doing it” your words dug its way into Kuroo

You went back to your work and continued “I think that you are very passionate about volleyball and I can see that school is important for you as well, you just need to take a step back, look at the bigger picture and tackle every situation one by one, you can’t experience the dream you had for three years with that depressed look in your eyes”

He freezes on the spot, everything you said digging its way to his system, a flash of relief spreading throughout his body, he felt his vision slowly widening, and for the first time in two weeks he felt tired and hungry

The birds chirping, and the sound of water trickling from the water can were the only things that were heard, the setting sun illuminated your skin as it perfectly glowed and you happily planting the new seeds into the dirt will always be engraved in his mind and heart as one of his most peaceful memory 

“hey, I’m getting food after this, do you wanna come?” he asked his eyes pleading you to say yes

You were taken aback but you eventually nodded with a small “sure”

and so you spent the rest of the day eating at a ramen store with Kuroo (man was hungry he literally finished three bowls) and went to an ice cream parlor for dessert 

After walking you home, Kuroo laid in his bed his hair wet from the shower as he sends a chat to the volleyball team apologizing for skipping practice

           “good thing you did, you looked like you were falling apart”- Yaku

           “you looked like a zombie from the house of the dead”- Kenma

           “you badly needed it man”- Kai

He shook his head as he opens another chat box, his bright smile turning into a soft one

           “hey, thanks for today, I had fun”- Kuroo

      “i don’t even know what I did but you’re welcome? Thanks for the treat”- Y/N

 “… and that’s how I met your mother, we went hung out very often after that and I asked her out after the Nationals” he said as he placed the food in front of Tetsuya, the giddy smile still plastered across his face

“Mom talked a lot to cheer you up even though she’s shy” he says as he takes a bite of his dino nuggies

“well she did confess to me that she liked me since the first year of junior high on our wedding night” he says with a smug look on his face

“you could’ve just leave that part out” both of the boys turn their heads toward you

your son immediately got off his chair and ran towards you as you lift him up and hugged him tight, he started talking to talk about everything he discovered while reading and you listening to every word he says, with a mother smile plastered on  your face.

your husband stood there, staring at you, eyes filled with love and adoration. He was pretty sure he was a hero who died for his country in his past life. There was no other explanation on how he got this lucky, how he managed to get the most perfect wife the world could offer and how he was given the most perfect son he could ever ask for. 

staring at you as you smile gently to your son, he didn’t know it was still possible to fall even harder even after being together for fourteen years.

omg this is my first ever post, It’s kind of a mess but please bare with me I am still learning.

#haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #timeskip!kurooxreader haikyuu x y/n

[dudeandduchess]

“Hmm? Oh sorry- I kinda zoned out while looking at your face . . . what are we talking about?” and “I really love you” pleaaaaase? Tyvm!

Hope you like it, bby! 🥰🍉

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Cold Coffee (Fluff + Smut, Modern AU, Slight NSFW Scenario)

Warnings: Smut, Groping, Language, Biting, Marking

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On what could possibly have been the chilliest night of the month, Kyōjurō had absolutely no idea why his wife would even want to drink cold coffee out of all the things she could have had. It just didn’t seem normal to him.

Then again, he was someone whom had still kept on eating sweets despite his tooth already aching; so there really wasn’t any room for him to judge.

A soft chuckle passed his lips at the thought, and he shook his head as he went on to add the coffee ice cubes that (Y/n) had put in the freezer— all to feed her fixation on the cold drink, especially when it was raining.

When the drink was done to what he’d memorized as her preference, the blond cleaned up the mess he’d made— washing the French Press that he’d used, and putting things back in the refrigerator.

He then picked the metal tumbler off of the counter and padded over to where the light switch was, flicking the switch before he made a beeline back to where his wife had set up a futon right by the panoramic windows in their apartment.

It had been such a splurge to have gotten it in the first place, but the look on her face when they’d viewed the space was too heartwarming to even say no to.

So, he had insisted on getting the apartment— even taking his father up on his offer to pay for half of the mortgage, as a wedding present.

It was for (Y/n), after all; and he wanted to give her the world, if he could.

Slowly, he made his way around the coffee table— making a mental note to finish off the chicken nuggets that she didn’t eat earlier, while they watched a movie. And, with a newfound spring to his step, made his way over towards the silhouette of his wife, which was barely illuminated by the city lights outside.

(Y/n) really was too beautiful for her own good, and it was only made more evident by the soft smile that played at her lips.

She was too enamored with the falling rain outside, gently pattering against the windows, and washing everything out in a blurry curtain that provided some semblance of privacy from the world.

Kyōjurō felt his chest tighten up at the sight of her like that, smiling softly and barely blinking tears away when he started to realize just how lucky he really was to have her in his life— as his wife, even. She was the one whom had been destined for him all along; the other half of his heart that he’d long been waiting to meet.

And he couldn’t believe that she really was there, when so many people could only dream to be with their soul mates.

“Kyō, sweetheart.” The words finally pierced through the young man’s train of thought, making him blink away his stupor before he answered her.

“Hmm? Sorry, I kinda zoned out while looking at your face…” He admitted sheepishly, smiling all the while— especially when he heard her giggle at his blatant honesty. “What are we talking about?”

“I was saying that it took you long enough to make my coffee,” (Y/n) answered playfully, while stretching her hands out and making a grabby gesture with them— which prompted Kyōjurō to give in to her silent plea.

He then crossed the remaining paces between them— taking his slippers off at the foot of the futon— before handing her the tumbler of cold coffee. And, with puckered lips, he got down on his knees and claimed the kiss that she had been offering to him as thanks; even smacking his lips loudly and diving in once more for another one.

With their quiet laughter rising over the pitter patter of rain against the windows, Kyōjurō gingerly made his way to sit behind his wife; placing her between his legs, and wrapping an arm around her waist, as she leaned back against him.

And when her back was flush against his chest, the young man pressed his lips to the back of her head, before perching his chin against her shoulder.

“Cold coffee in this weather? Are you sure that you won’t get a cold, my love?” He was worried about her, but he couldn’t reprimand her for it. Or anything at all, really.

“I’ll be fine, Kyō,” She brushed it off with a laugh, then took a dainty sip of the drink— licking her lips as she bit down on her bottom lip to suppress the grin that wanted to tug up at her lips.

“See, you’re even smiling for no reason. You always do that.”

“Of course I would smile, since I have a reason to do it.”

“Which is?” He couldn’t even deny how curious he was, even if he tried. So, he deigned to just go along with it, especially since he wife was in such a playful mood.

(Y/n) took another sip of her iced coffee, looking out at the rainy sky before glancing back at the tumbler in her hands. “It reminds me of you, because on the day we met… you’re going to think it’s so dumb.”

“Never.” His answer was instantaneous, as he began playing with the hem of her shirt; twisting it between his fingers, all to have something to do to stave off the anticipation that ate at him inside.

“Remember how it was raining then? I was having an iced coffee in that coffee shop right by the university, and…” The young woman paused, scoffing in place of the flustered giggle that wanted to bubble free from her lips; only to yelp in surprise when she felt her husband’s cold hands on her stomach.

In retaliation, and out of sheer impatience, Kyōjurō bit down on the side of his wife’s neck; latching his lips to her skin as well, and moving to suck a love bite right there— all to teach her a lesson. Since it was also one of her weak spots, which was only proven true when she moaned, before practically melting against him.

“Alright, alright, no more teasing,” (Y/n) piped up with a grin, but made no move to pull away from Kyōjurō— whom had begun to leave little love bites all over her neck and right shoulder.

“Good. Now, tell me… please.” His gentle words were so at odds with his hands, which had trailed up beneath her shirt to cup her bare breasts; pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers, all in an effort to tease her.

A moan spilled from her lips at that, as she twisted her legs together, in an effort to clench her thighs to alleviate the lust that was building up between them.

“Okay, fine,” The young woman gasped out, while gripping her tumbler in one hand— all so she could hold on to one of her husband’s hands, which was still pinching her nipple.

And with one last teasing tug on the hardened nub, Kyōjurō settled for merely cupping her breasts in his hands. He punctuated his actions with a gentle kiss to the crook of her neck, even taking the opportunity to leave one last love bite on her skin— as a smug grin played at his lips.

Silence stretched between them briefly, while (Y/n) tried to calm her heart— and her lust— down from Kyōjurō’s teasing. And, eventually, she composed herself enough to continue.

“I was having iced coffee during my break, and you came up to me then… asking if we could share a table,” She whispered with a fond expression crossing her face, as she looked out once more at the city before them. “And I swear, when I saw you smile, it was like you chased away the chill I felt— because you were so warm and bright like the sun. And… I don’t know… it just made me like iced coffee even more, especially on rainy days.”

Deciding not to ruin the mood with his perverseness, the young man let his hands trail down to either side of (Y/n)’s waist; gently kneading her skin with his thumbs, as he tried his very best not to melt right on the spot.

However, that was proving to be such a hard feat to do— what with his heart already beating so fast in his chest, and butterflies already fluttering around in his stomach.

The goofy smile that made its way onto his face was automatic as well, and he didn’t put in any effort to suppress it at all. Especially as he began to press soft and adoring kisses to (Y/n)’s shoulder— trailing up her neck, her jaw, and eventually the corner of her lips.

“I really love you, (Y/n)...” Kyōjurō whispered reverently, in a tone that was only reserved for her. “More than I can ever say.”

And really, even if it took numerous lifetimes for him to get her to understand the real extent of his love for her, then he would do it in a heartbeat. Because it was (Y/n), and she was everything to him.

#kyoujurou rengoku x reader #rengoku kyoujurou x reader #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku kyoujurou #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #rengoku kyōjurō #kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kyojuro rengoku #kyojurou x reader #kny kyojuro #demon slayer kyojuro #demon slayer fanfic #kny imagines #demon slayer imagines #jen writes

[hermannsthumb]

Idk if you doing requests or not rn buut, feriowind has been posting a bunch of vampire!Hermann and I needs some modern vampire Hermann and professor Newt...

uwu ily

SO I feel like I should open by saying a WIP fic with this concept by @coloredpencilroses exists and I Love it, so read High Stakes for something much better than this lol (and leave a nice comment). HAPPY OCTOBER!!!! warning for very mildly implied sexy stuff. EDIT: and of COURSE I forgot to tag @theloccent for my extremely belated fill for the “Vampire” square on my bingo card :/

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Newt has always been an extremely persistent type. He considers it, naturally, one his greatest strengths—no theory goes untested, no question goes unanswered, no experiment goes…well, unexperimented. You don’t get more PhDs than you can count on one hand if you’re not persistent. You don’t get a date with the hot new engineering professor down the hall if you’re not persistent, either, but Newt is finding this venture is taking a little more effort than usual. That’s fine, though. He likes challenges.

Dr. Gottlieb was hired by the university at the start of the semester, after the head of the engineering department—who’s nearing her seventies—finally decided she’d had enough and announced her retirement somewhat last minute. He is, frankly, unlike anyone Newt’s ever seen before, a weird combination of cheekbones, wide lips, and a turn-of-the-century old-fashioned air that carries over into everything from his wardrobe to the stiff way he carries himself. He wouldn’t look out of place in a black and white photograph, Newt thinks. Or maybe even the illustrations of a Dickens novel. That’s not why Newt’s into him, though—well, not the only reason why.

In the entire month and a half Gottlieb’s been here, he hasn’t spoken a single word to anyone his contract doesn’t require him to; when he is forced into conversation, he scowls and snaps and mumbles his way through before making a polite excuse as to why he needs to leave the room right now, immediately. No one knows anything about him other than the bare minimum—that his name is Dr. Gottlieb, he lectures in engineering, and he exists. Shit, Newt doesn’t even know his first name. The little plaque outside his office just says Gottlieb.

The mystery just makes Gottlieb all the more alluring to Newt.

Anyway, his continued failures in winning Gottlieb over aren’t a result of a lack of trying. On Gottlieb’s first day, Newt stopped by his office to introduce himself. He didn’t bother knocking. Maybe that was his first mistake. “I’m Newt,” he said. “My office is a few doors down from you. You’re the new department head?”

Gottlieb looked stricken, but he nodded. “Yes,” he said. He didn’t say anything else.

“Cool,” Newt said. “Anyway, I’m technically in the bio department, but I teach a few interdisciplinary courses with engineering, so I requested they stick me over here to get a bigger office.” He cracked a grin. “I guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

“Hm,” Gottlieb said.

Newt tried again the next day.

“Your office is so dark,” he said, conversationally, because it was—lights all off, books stacked up everywhere, maroon drapes drawn tightly in front of the single small window. Dark and stuffy. “Feel free to stop by my office whenever you want a break from it. I have a corner one, so I have two windows.”

“I requested this office,” Gottlieb said, not looking up the article he was marking up.

Newt became desperate by his third attempt and did something that’s left him burning with shame even now, weeks later, and that would probably warrant the immediate transfers of sleep-deprived engineering majors out of all his courses if word ever got out it was him: he deliberately broke the department coffee machine. “Man, I can’t believe that thing is busted again,” he declared to Gottlieb. “Good thing I have a Keurig in my office.” Newt had gone out and purchased a Keurig immediately before destroying the coffee pot. “Seriously, come by whenever you need caffeine.”

Gottlieb blinked at him, long and slow, and Newt had the strangest sense that he knew exactly what happened to the coffee pot. “I never drink… coffee,” Gottlieb finally said.

For all Newt’s troubles, the list of things he knows about Gottlieb has expanded by two pitiful points: that his accent is English and posh, and his voice is low and sexy. Helpful.

It’s a chilly day in late October when Newt finally decides to enlist the aid of his interdisciplinary undergrads. Some of them—he learned after poking around their registration records—have a seminar with Gottlieb, and they seem his best bet at learning anything. A spouse—a first name—Newt would take Gottlieb’s favorite color, even. “So,” he starts class, unwinding his scarf off his neck, “that Dr. Gottlieb sure is weird, huh?”

In Newt’s firsthand experience, undergrads love to gossip about their professors, and his certainly don’t disappoint. Gottlieb’s classes are all held in the basement of the engineering building. All run well into the evening, after the sun’s set—most not finished until nine—and Gottlieb hustles out of the lecture hall the moment he can. He walks with a cane and a slight limp. He always dresses like that. He’s never mentioned any sort of family, and wears no wedding ring. He’s scary good at math. No one knows his first name.

“You’ve been an invaluable help,” Newt tells them all seriously.

He mulls the new information over in his office later as he grades some tests. So Gottlieb is a bit of shy, reclusive, genius. No surprise there. Well, his apparent hatred of sunlight is kind of weird (if unsurprising, given how pale he is) but maybe he just has sensitive eyes or something. Who is Newt to judge? At least he knows how to improve his next plan of attack—he just has to ask the guy to come over and sit in a dark room in silence with him. That’s probably Gottlieb’s dream date, actually.

There’s a knock on Newt’s office door. Newt looks up and drops his pen: it’s Gottlieb.

“Uh. Hey, dude!” he squeaks, unsure of how to proceed in this entirely unfamiliar territory. Gottlieb, willingly interacting with him? Willingly leaving his office? “Is there…can I help you with something? Did you want that coffee after all?”

“Most definitely not,” Gottlieb says coolly. He’s standing far enough back from the door that not a single sliver of lamp light from Newt’s office hits him, instead shrouded by the shadows of the dark engineering department. Newt didn’t realize how late it had gotten. “My students informed me that you were interrogating them about me.”

It’s not a question. Newt is struck by a wave of nervousness that he doesn’t quite understand—maybe it’s the sour expression Gottlieb is giving him, something in those dark brown eyes that are piercing through Newt. He feels, foolishly and briefly, like cowering under his desk. He swallows. “Yes,” he says, and adds, stammering, “I mean—I wasn’t interrogating them. I was just asking a few questions.”

“Why?” Gottlieb says.

“Uh,” Newt says. “I guess I was…curious, about you?”

He works up the guts to look Gottlieb in the eyes; he sees Gottlieb’s eyebrows jump the tiniest fraction of an inch. “You’re attracted to me,” Gottlieb says, another non-question, though Newt hears a flicker of surprise.

“Yeah,” Newt admits.

“I see,” Gottlieb says. Then, to Newt’s surprise, he suddenly smiles. “I’d like if you invited me over for dinner, Dr. Geiszler.”

“Dinner,” Newt says. He feels strangely dizzy; but, shaking himself, he quickly gets over it. “I mean, dinner! Yes! Shit! When?”

“Tonight, I should think,” Hermann says.

Tonight is Friday, which means they don’t have work tomorrow. By the time they make it off campus it’ll be almost ten—way later than people eat dinner—and besides, Newt already had a sandwich at around seven. Is dinner a euphemism? Is Gottlieb propositioning him? God, why didn’t he wash his sheets with the laundry this week? “Tonight,” Newt says. He stands up abruptly and grabs his leather jacket with trembling fingers. Why is he trembling? Nerves, he guesses. He’s about to hook up with total hottie Dr. Gottlieb, he’s allowed to be nervous. “Fuck yes. Let’s go now.”

Gottlieb is not impressed with the messy state of Newt’s apartment, and even less impressed with the state of Newt’s refrigerator and freezer. “Dinosaur chicken nuggets and canned Lime-A-Ritas,” he says with a sniff. “Hm. You ought to be getting more vitamins, Dr. Geiszler. I’m certain you’re deficient in something.”

“You sound like my dad,” Newt snorts. He throws his car keys on the counter and shrugs off his jacket. “There’s some leftover Chinese on the second shelf if you want it—just some lo mein. Or I could put a frozen pizza in the oven. Or I guess we could order something too?”

Gottlieb shuts the fridge door delicately. “How kind of you to offer,” he says. He doesn’t sound like he means it. Newt is suddenly struck by how bizarre a sight he is in the midst of Newt’s chaotic kitchen: buttoned up to the throat with his stupid shirt and blazer, prodding at the fraying lime lizard-shaped rug by the sink with the end of his ornately-handled cane. Out of time and out of place. 

“It’s Newt,” Newt says. “Please don’t call me Dr. Geiszler, it makes me feel ancient.”

“Hm,” Gottlieb says.

“And what,” Newt says, deciding to test his luck a little, “uh—what should I call you?”

Gottlieb considers him. “Hermann,” he says.

The name rings a bell in the back of Newt’s head. He swears he’s heard it somewhere before—an article, maybe. A book. Has he stumbled across Dr. Gottlieb’s research before without even realizing it? He’s on the verge of asking what publications Gottlieb’s been featured in when Gottlieb suddenly snags hold of his hand; then, raising it to his mouth, he kisses it. His lips are as cold as his skin. “Would you like to show me to your quarters, Newton?” he murmurs.

Newt shivers; he nods.

“Hermann Gottlieb,” Newt says aloud later, while Hermann redresses himself. “Now I know where I’ve heard that name before.”

“Yes?” Hermann says. He’s lacing up one of his Oxfords.

“I worked with his research in one of my dissertations,” Newt says. “Another Dr. Hermann Gottlieb, I mean. He was a brilliant mathematician from—God, 1830-something. German. His work was groundbreaking for the time, or shit, for our time, too.” He remembers seeing a portrait of that Hermann Gottlieb in one of his sources; the whole of the similarities between him and Newt’s Hermann Gottlieb (the dark eyes, the mouth, the cheekbones) are a little too much to be entirely coincidental. “You must be related to him, right? Like, he’s your great-great-great—”

“Yes,” Hermann cuts him off quickly. He turns to Newt and smiles. “A distant ancestor, certainly. I believe you are the first in some time to have made that connection.”

“Always thought he was cool,” Newt yawns. “Man, I’m tired.” The romp with Hermann had been fun, if not unexpectedly exhausting, and a little…out of the ordinary. The dude apparently has some sort of weird biting kink that left Newt’s neck stinging a little bit, but it’s cool, Newt doesn’t mind. It was like boning a vampire or something. Kinda hot. “Do you need me to show you to the door, or can I just stay here? I’m serious about spending the night though. I really don’t mind.”

Hermann fiddles with the laces of his other shoe, then, slowly, draws the whole thing back off. “If it’s not an imposition,” he says, and smiles again, shyly. “Though, I warn you—I’m a bit of a late sleeper.”

“Good, so I am,” Newt says. “Could you toss me the sweatshirt hanging on that chair? You can grab one for yourself too, if you’re cold, I’ve got another hanging in the closet. No, not--yeah, that door.”

They dip under the covers and get cozy, Newt taking on the task of big spoon, because Hermann is a cold sonofabitch and could use a little insulation. The last thought on his mind before he drifts off to a comfortable sleep is how strange it is he can’t feel Hermann’s heartbeat—though, he realizes, it’s probably just muffled by their clothing.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #Anonymous

[luvdsc]

hi cat! i love your work! i’m going into university this year as a business admin major w/ a double concentration in acct and mis !! i was going through your about page and i was so happy when i saw that you were majoring in acct + is!!! i was wondering if you had any tips for my first year in college? also, how did majoring in both acct and IS benefit you and your future career? was it hard to manage your time? sorry for asking so many questions 🥺 i’m just rly curious!! thank you, cat!

hi, lovebug! 💕 omg thank you so much for loving my fics!! 🥺💞 and also oh my gosh you’re double majoring in the same studies as I did!!!!! aaaah that’s awesome 🤩🤩 tbh I didn’t start off in those majors though; I changed my major twice, but the first year of college is mostly gen ed classes, aside from some core classes specifically for your field of study, so hopefully, my tips will be useful for you, honey bee 💕

create a four year class plan — I looked at the class requirements I needed in order to graduate, the number of units I needed, etc. and using that information, I planned out what classes I will be taking every quarter for all four years. I actually made five different plans because I didn’t know which major I’d ultimately stick with, but that was incredibly helpful because doing this ensured that I was taking the right classes needed to graduate. Nothing sucks more than reaching senior year and realizing you forgot to take some crucial lower division class that’s required in order to take the other required upper division classes. So check your class requirements, check the requirements for upper division classes, and plan your classes accordingly for each quarter/semester for all four years.

check if your classes can double dip — some classes count for more than one requirement. my school had core class requirements, which are types of classes that all students had to take regardless of their major. I chose to take core classes that also fit under my major’s class requirements. That way, I was able to take one less class necessary since my class counted for two requirements instead of taking two classes: one for each requirement. this means you have less classes to take!

don’t slack off — it’s easy to get caught up in the party culture; remember that you’re here to get your education, not go to as many parties as possible. do not skip class!!!!! also, people think the first two years are so easy because it’s all lower division classes, so they slack off or take less classes, like three lower division ones instead of the usual four. Don’t do that. You rather take four lower division classes now when they’re all easy than overload later on in your last two years that are already filled with really hard, upper division classes. Also, even though lower division classes are quite easy, don’t slack off in those classes either. Those classes will boost your gpa; I had a 3.9 for the first two years because I made sure to get As in those lower div classes since I knew for sure I’d struggle more in the difficult upper division classes.

take morning classes — this is my personal preference, but I always signed up for the 8 am classes because if I didn’t do that, I’d sleep in all day until my afternoon class. The early class forced me to get up early, go to class, and that meant I was awake for the rest of the day, so I could be productive for the rest of the day, like study for other classes, go to the gym, or do my homework then instead of pulling an all nighter. There’s also less people in those classes so you can form a better teacher-student relationship with your professor and it’s easier to get the classes you want if you choose morning ones.

get eight hours of sleep — do not pull all-nighters !!!!! do your work ahead of time, do not procrastinate, and go to bed at a decent time. You don’t have curfews or bedtimes anymore, but still set one for yourself. Having an irregular sleep schedule is super unhealthy for you. It disrupts your body’s normal cycle. You’re also guaranteed to fall asleep in class, and that’s not only disrespectful to the professor, but you’re wasting money and your own education. Sleeping 6-8 hours every night is necessary, and you’ll be alert in class and healthy.

apply for summer accounting externships — I didn’t do this because accounting wasn’t my major at the time, but my friends all applied and got in, so they told me about their amazing experiences. The big 4 accounting firms all host summer externships, and you should definitely google this and apply for them! it’s a good way to learn more about the industry, and they even fly you out to New York City and show you around their offices there. since you’re a freshman, I recommend the externship and not the internship, but if you have questions about a summer internship at a big 4, I can answer those too!

exercise regularly — i went to the gym five days out of the week and rested on the weekend. i don’t know if other universities have this, but mine had a free gym for students along with fitness classes. i fit in at least an hour of gymming in between my classes monday through friday. first off, freshman twenty is real, and there is a high possibility that you gain weight from eating all the dining hall food rip. secondly, I’m not trying to promote underage drinking, but it happens because well, college parties and whatnot. alcohol makes you gain weight a lot. thirdly, exercise is just overall good for your mental health. it’s a good stress reliever and makes you feel good about yourself after a hard workout. it’s a healthy way to take a break from studying, too!

maintain healthy eating habits — so I touched upon this in the exercise tip! there’s no parents here to stop you from eating fast food or junk food everyday. you can order like forty chicken nuggets and eat them all in one night because you can. But just because you can doesn’t mean you should. Please, please take care of yourself and be kind to your body. Make sure you’re still getting a balanced diet with fruits and veggies.

be careful with alcohol — okay, I also touched upon this in the exercise tip, but you really do need to be mindful of drinking alcohol. again, I’m not promoting underage drinking, but i know it happens in a college setting. alcohol addiction is no joke. there are also so many health issues. one of my friends was a heavy drinker, and they found out their liver had serious issues now because of that. now, they can’t even drink any alcohol at all. drink in moderation. don’t ever drink so much that you black out in a random party. if you want to try what it feels like to be completely drunk like that, do it in a safe environment like a small group of trusted friends who you know. don’t do that in a place full of strangers because bad things can happen, like rape. don’t accept drinks from strangers, watch what you’re drinking. if you put your cup down, don’t drink from it again. get a new one. someone could have put something in there. I’m not trying to scare you away from experiencing college things, but you have to be careful and aware of your surroundings.

don’t walk anywhere alone when it’s dark — it’s dangerous to go out alone at night, especially if you’re a girl. buy pepper spray and carry it with you everywhere; I always had one on my keychain with me. save campus safety’s number on your phone. call them to walk you to your destination if it’s dark out even if it’s only a short distance or call a trusted male friend to walk you back to your dorm safely. there’s safety in numbers. don’t go anywhere alone and don’t go to a non-public space with a stranger. stick with your friends, even if the super cute boy that you never met before just wants to take a romantic walk with you under the moonlight away from the party. this is also why I advocate for picking classes that start and end before sunset so you have ample time to go back home when it’s light out. stay safe!

as for how double majoring in accounting and IS helped me, I chose a job that integrated both of them, but more on the tech side! to put it bluntly, a job in tech pays you more and you work less hours in comparison to a job in accounting. Those two things were a huge factor in my decision, but I also just really love learning about tech, AI, and programming, which is mainly why I chose my majors and career path. Also, companies will always need accountants, and IS is a hot major; you can always find a job, especially if you have both of those majors. You’re basically a double whammy. Those two majors also open doors to other careers, like I received offers for engineering positions, too.

time management personally wasn’t difficult for me! I had to overload classes since I switched majors and added a minor, but I scheduled my time appropriately and did fine! Procrastination is my worst enemy, so as long as I forced myself to sit down and do my work, it all went well. I have specific tips for studying and note taking on my blog that go more into depth and touch upon how I managed my time if you’re interested in that, sweetpea! 💓

It’s totally okay to ask questions, you don’t have to apologize, honey bee! 💞 I was in the same boat as you before, and it’s always good to ask questions because this is your future, and it’s better to have more information than not enough. I don’t want to go super in depth about my job and whatnot on my blog, but if you’d like, I can dm you and talk about my experiences more with the big 4 or answer any more detailed questions you have, lovebug 💛

#asks #anonymous

[connorspiracy]

Fangs and Fries || Connor & Rio

Timing: Current Location: Rio’s hospital room Parties: @connorspiracy & @3starsquinn Content: References to violence, injuries, death and abuse Summary: Connor visits Rio in hospital after the werewolf attack and Rio opens up to him about things.

Rio hadn’t talked too much about the Winston situation or his parents’ death or much of his life at all, and now that he was living by himself, Connor was pretty worried about him, and not just because he’d been in a fight with a werewolf. He got a selection of burgers and chicken stuff and fries from McDonalds, skipping the deserts because he figured they’d melt and taste like arse before too long. “You alright mate?” he said by way of greeting as he walked in. “They’ve not got you on too many painkillers?” He put the bags of food on the little tray in front of Rio, pulling up a chair, then he took off and unzipped his backpack, pulling out some other stuff. “I also brought my Switch and some comics so you have something to do ‘til you can come home.” Hospitals were loud. Connor could hear the screaming from a room next door, someone who’d just left their body and was yelling at the doctors to please bring them back to life. He could hear crying and faint whispers, and he could feel the particular brand of heaviness in the air, but he needed to focus on Rio right now.

Orion had some preparation time when he heard Connor coming down the hallway. He had been occupied staring at the TV screen, waiting for news to break about another attack by the wolf. Nothing yet, but that hadn’t meant that nobody had been hurt. Connor had done Rio a service by not only bringing him food, but launching right into the conversation without too many questions regarding his wounds. The bruises across his face were bad enough, but add onto it the IV’s didn’t make it possible to wear his usual hoodies. He stuffed his arms under the blanket, then attempted to position them under the swinging table once Connor set the food down on it. He had no reason to hide it, but it still wasn’t his favorite conversation to bring up. “I’m fine. Probably not enough painkillers honestly,” Rio laughed, trying to sound convincing. Connor had brought an entire assortment of options, and even as Rio stared at the food and realized that he didn’t have much of an appetite, he still wanted to eat. He grabbed a handful of fries first, plopping them in his mouth one by one as Connor pulled the game system and comics out of his bag. “Woah! Thanks dude, that’s so nice holy crap. I appreciate it. I’ll be out of here in a couple days though probably. So not too much time to kill.”

Connor usually played it cool. He was a curious person, someone who liked to have all the answers and would do as much digging as it took to get to the bottom of them. There were some things you didn't ask questions about though, so while he knew not all of the scars on Rio's body could have come from the wolf attack, he didn't mention them. "Are you wearing one of those hospital gowns where your arse hangs out? Damn, if I knew, I'd have brought you some pyjamas too," he snickered. "And a couple of days sitting in a fucking hospital bed is more than enough. At least this way you'll have Pokemon and Mario." He helped himself to a serving of fries and a quarter pounder. "So," he said, after taking a copious bite. "Werewolf? Tell me about it. What'd it look like? Was it huge?"

If it wasn’t bad enough that the hospital gown was already embarrassing, Connor’s comment drug a blush out of Rio almost instantaneously. “Uh -” Rio started, a nervous laughter escaping his mouth, “Yes, but I have like underwear and stuff” Rio eventually found the words and mumbled them quickly. There was no way he’d ever be caught dead completely exposed out in public. He already felt naked enough without something long sleeve to cover his arms. “It’s fine, my sister brought some clothes to me. I just haven’t put them on yet because nurses keep coming in to check the claw and bite marks.” Connor was right, regardless of how long he was here a game or comic would do wonders to help pass the time. It may even distract him from watching the news so much. “Thanks. Seriously this is awesome. I really appreciate it.” He had certainly said that a lot recently. “The wolf? Uh-” Rio tried to think of the wolf in relation to the other werewolves that he had seen. His experience seeing them transformed in person wasn’t as high as many other hunters, but he had definitely seen his fair share by now, “I mean he’s definitely bigger than a normal wolf or a human. They weren’t the biggest one I’ve seen, but they were definitely the scariest.”

"What, it's not an arse out kinda look?" Connor teased gently, but he could tell Rio was embarrassed. Hopefully knowing Connor didn't take any of this seriously would help him feel better about the whole thing. "What'd you tell them?" he asked. "Do they think it was just an out of control dog or something? There's no actual wolf-wolves in Maine, right?" He remembered reading that. "I haven't seen a normal wolf in person. Or a werewolf," he said, chewing the inside of his cheek. "At least not a transformed one. Did it--are you--" His throat was dry. He took a sip of Diet Coke from one of those McDonalds cups that always made it taste like shit because it went flat so fast. There wasn’t really a polite way to phrase this. "Will you turn? Did it like, bite you?" 

“Nothing about me is an ‘arse out kinda look’” Orion laughed again, copying Connor’s statement and bubbling them around quotation marks that Rio made with his fingers. Rio’s own style was very much covered, for multiple reasons. The scars didn’t help, but they certainly weren’t the only thing contributing to Rio’s irrational fear of anyone seeing him shirtless. “I didn’t tell them anything, honestly.” Rio shrugged, taking a bite of a burger and chewing before speaking again, “I sort of played the whole traumatized victim card. I just sat outside the restaurant until I got in the ambulance. But I heard some others talking about a wolf. I’m sure the police report is just going to say it was a wild animal attack.” Connor’s next question baffled Rio for a moment. Admittedly, he had never even considered the possibility. He had known his entire life that he couldn’t turn, so the fear had never crossed his mind during the fight last night. But at the mention of it, Rio thought of the bite mark on his leg beneath the blanket. It would be easy to say that he hadn’t been, but Connor was one of the closest friends that Rio had. He was also one of the few that Rio hadn’t been forced to show his hunter heritage too. He had taken advantage of that blessing for too long it seemed. “Oh uh- I guess technically yes they did bite me. But I’m not going to turn.” Rio spoke slowly and carefully, unsure exactly how he wanted to word it, “I can’t turn, actually.”

"Oh, c'mon. You're proper cute. If you weren't taken, I'd flirt the heck out of you," Connor said, dipping a chicken nugget in some BBQ sauce and practically swallowing it whole, flashing Rio a big grin. "I thought you were massively hot that time I first met you when you broke a lock with your bare hands." He was sure that would make Rio blush a bit more, but he hoped the fact he was shoving McDonalds down his gullet with no concern about looking attractive reassured Rio that he just meant it as a compliment and wasn't looking to make a move. Connor watched Rio's face when he answered the question about being bitten. He'd had a few curiosities about him ever since Nell had insisted Rio come with them to apprehend moon-murder Adam. Like she knew something he didn't. "Ah," he said, simply nodding. "You're immune." Now the easy padlock breaking made sense. "Sick." 

“So I’m supposed to believe that the whole time we’ve been friends you haven’t been flirting with me?” Orion teased, fully aware that Connor couldn’t get through an entire conversation without flirting at least once. He was that way with most people. Rio didn’t feel the need to mention that he technically wasn’t taken anymore. Doing so might imply that he was anywhere near to being over Winston or ready to be in a relationship again. Neither were true. “You’re a natural flirt, dude. It’s very charming.” He knew that by now Connor was aware that any complement towards Rio would immediately result in blushing. By some miracle, none of those made Rio dizzy anymore. The two were clearly close enough to talk like that now. “Ha ha. Well, I wouldn’t say hot. But we had to get in somehow.” The fact that Connor even remembered that factored into what Rio was trying to tell Connor now. Connor’s specialty was ghosts, so Rio had no idea if telling Connor that he was immune to the bite meant anything to him. It wasn’t exactly common knowledge, especially since only certain types of hunters were immune to it. It really only left Rio the option of just coming out and saying it. “Right. Yeah. Which uh- in case you aren’t aware… is because my genes carry certain abilities. That I got from my mom. Who was a werewolf hunter.” Talk about beating around the bush. He just didn’t want to claim that word for himself. Not out loud. “So I guess technically speaking, I have those genes. But I’m not a hunter. Just to be clear.”

"Trust me mate, if I was flirting with you, you'd know about it," Connor teased. He usually sounded a lot less confident when he was actually trying to flirt and not just... flirting as a friend. "Yeah, but it's just me being English and charming. Not actually trying to get into your trousers." He chuckled softly, flashing Rio a wink. "Cute as you are in that hospital gown." He stopped joking around for just a moment, listening to Rio talk. "Yeah, I know about people with abilities. Not a lot, but... enough. Adam talked to me about it too." Adam was no secret. They'd all seen his powers with their own eyes. It made him feel better that Rio was so quick to clarify that he wasn't a hunter. Connor gave him a small smile, nodding. "I know. You're a librarian."

Despite Orion’s lack of an appetite, he found himself eating far more than he had originally intended as he got lost in the conversation with Connor. Soon he had downed a burger, most of a ten piece nugget and the entire thing of fries. Maybe he had been hungrier than his stomach was letting him acknowledge. “Yeah, well I sure hope you’re not. Because I’m not even wearing any trousers.” Rio used an appallingly awful british accent for the last word. It was good being able to have talks like this. Even after what he had seen inside that restaurant. He needed the distractions. “Right. Makes sense. Was it after that night?” Rio wasn’t sure he actually wanted to know. The less he had to talk about Adam right now the better. Those feelings were far too confusing to add on top of everything else he had going on. “Adam and I are similar. Sort of. We both come from hunter families, but mine is a bit more focused. It gives me certain advantages that typical humans don’t have.” At least Connor was willing to move past it quickly and acknowledge that Rio wasn’t using the title for himself. “Yeah, a librarian. I guess it is something like that in a way.”

Connor laughed as Rio said trousers. “I know, right? Hospital gown's just a bit lacking on the sex appeal, mate." He finished the burger he'd been working on and started on some mozzarella bites. He nodded. One thing about White Crest was that it made you pretty bloody good at switching between jokes and serious topics. That Gallows humor came in strong. "It was, yeah. After the Moon Murder Spree. Which... that was a bloody hell of a time." Literally. Connor was still trying to process it. It wasn't that he didn't trust Adam. He didn't feel that Adam would ever hurt anyone maliciously when in his right mind. It was just still a bit weird. "Good genes but none of the murder," he said with a little smile, offering Rio some fries. "Sounds good to me." 

As far as Orion was concerned, everything about himself was lacking in sex appeal. But knowing Connor’s all too charming way with words, he wasn’t about to mention that. He preoccupied himself by staring at the uneaten food. He couldn’t believe Connor had grabbed all of this just to make sure Rio had something he liked. It was really nice. “Yeah. It was something like that. I’m just glad he’s back to his normal self.” Or at least the self that he presented to others. Rio still wasn’t convinced he was as easy going as he liked to claim. But he also couldn’t pretend to have spoken to him much recently. Ironically, Adam had been the first person that Rio had wanted to talk about the wolf attack with. “Right.” Rio agreed with Connor. He had discussed the hunter heritage, but he wasn’t exactly ready to break the news to him about his parent’s death. That might elicit a slightly different response. “I’ve never been much of a fighter, honestly. I definitely prefer safety.”

Connor continued to blank out the surrounding ghosts. They were growing a little louder now, as if beginning to realise that he was here. “I’m sorry, mate.” He paused sips of his coke and trying to decide whether he should even ask about this or just leave it to Rio to bring things up when he was ready. He had never been very good at holding in questions though. “So, what’s up with you and Winston? You never like, said very much about it. I know you were together at least since I moved here. They left town and you guys are… maybe broken up, or maybe not?” There was no blame in Connor’s voice, no judgement against Winston for what they’d felt they had to do. He just wanted to get Rio’s side of it. “I reckon that’s the hardest bit. The not knowing. That’d drive me nuts.” 

Figuring that eventually it would come up, Orion managed a grin when Connor mentioned Winston. Looking back, making a dramatic and sappy post about heartbreak may have been a bit more melodramatic than needed. Though he felt the pain of Winston’s absence, the breakup itself had hardly been the source of his anguish. It barely constituted being considered a breakup at all. “Great question. I don’t exactly know for sure. But I don’t think it’s that bad of a thing. At least I don’t think so.” Rio shrugged. He wasn’t sure how to explain it. “When they left town, we talked about me going with. I thought about it. But eventually I decided that I couldn’t leave yet. So we left things open ended. That someday Winston might come back and the two of us will see where we are at in our lives and if we still make sense. And if anything has changed than that’s fine too.” At the time, the conversation had made sense. Rio was happy with how they had chatted. Rio had gone to sleep crying, but overall he had been content. Now, Rio stressed about what that future may hold when Winston got back. The wolf attack definitely hasn’t helped anything. “Overall, I’m really freaking sad. But I’m okay too? If that makes sense.” 

"Not a bad thing?" Connor posed, expression quietly curious. He was pretty full now. He'd been casually picking away at his food the majority of this conversation. "The person you love leaving town isn't a bad thing?" He sipped his Diet Coke, shrugging. "I haven't really had a proper relationship before, but it sounds like a bad thing. They have to do what's best for them though. I don't hold it against them." You couldn't really blame anyone for wanting to leave White Crest with all the awful things that happened here, especially when someone close to you was killed in the awful circumstances Todd had died in. "Did you talk about if you can date other people?"

Orion shrugged as an answer. He couldn’t answer that question with any certainty because he wasn’t sure about his own feelings. “It’s hard to explain.” Another nervous laugh that Rio calmed by taking a drink from his cup. “They needed to go. I needed to stay. I hate not being with them, sure. That part is very bad. But I think they needed this. That makes me happy.” And it truly did. He hoped that Winston got everything needed out of their time away from town. No matter what that meant for their relationship. Winston’s happiness was the priority. “I’d say technically yes. We decided to leave things up to life.” Rio spoke slowly and carefully, “But I’m not sure it matters. I don’t really see myself dating anytime soon. It took a long time for Winston and I to even DTR.”

"That makes sense," Connor answered. “Well, last date I had, we were starting to get down to business and there was a fucking monster beaver eating my bed, so, even with this set-back, your love life’s probably better than mine,” he said with a laugh. Connor and Winston didn't know each other pretty much at all, and if Connor had a dog in this fight, it'd be Rio, but it didn't sound like there were any hard feelings. "Alright bro. I don't do relationship advice, so, stop me from eating the rest of these bloody chicken nuggets, and pleeeease tell me all the cool shit about your super powers?" 

“Oh god. That’s so awkward. I can’t believe I actually feel second hand embarrassment for you about a relationship. That’s supposed to be my thing.” Orion was full on cackling now, every single breath stinging his side. He didn’t care though, because it felt so good to not be so sad. “I think we could probably battle back and forth on that one. Did I ever tell you that my sister slept with Winston? I never even did that.” He wasn’t saying it for sympathy. He wasn’t even saying it angrily. He had moved past that long ago. This was simply matter of fact, a way for Rio to tell Connor more about his life. Connor was one of the closest friends that Rio had, it was time to start being a bit more open. “Deal. I’ll stuff my face some more. I’ll even tell you about the time I got fireballed through a window.”

#paras #fangs and fries #with: rio

[sareenademon]

Bi Fang and Havik create mischief together! fluffy/weird/concerning

(Btw Havik might be a lil OOC or he might not be bc he’s the biggest wildcard in the mk universe.)

Bi Fang is the son of Bi Han and Sareena: Info on him (btw Bi Fang is inspired from Richie Tozier from Stephen Kong’s It, he curses a lot)

Once Noob Saibot got redeemed and rejoined the Lin Kuei he cut ties with all of his evil associates. This included Havik. Well kinda.

They don’t consider each other enemies and Havik still considers Bi Han his bestfriend! And sometimes he’ll randomly insert himself back into his life to cause a bit of chaos. He’s more of an annoyance to Bi Han if anything.

(Bi Fang is 10 at this point. And this before he meets Satoshi and Liu Jerrod)

Years later, when Havik found out that Bi Han has a son he became curious.

So, he decided to pay the boy a visit and meet him!

For a day, he stalked Bi Fang from a far.

Havik realized how powerful Bi Fang could be. The boy shared the DNA of a cryomancer and a demon. His ice powers could be legendary. It could be powerful enough to one day kill that bastard Hotaru.

He also realized how different Bi Fang was from his father.

Unlike Bi Han, Fang has a great sense of humor! Havik finds the boy’s pranks on the other Lin Kuei members to be hilarious! But he also notices the boy’s loneliness. He sees how the other children of the Lin Kuei shunned him.

So Havik decides he should take the boy out for some good ol, chaotic fun!

He appears to him when the boy is alone hanging out in a forest.

Havik: Hello Bi Fang, I-

Bi Fang: -AHHH! STRANGER DANGER! STRANGER DANGER!

*Havik watches as he runs away towards the temple. He quickly teleports in front of him and grabs Bi Fang and puts a hand over his mouth to stop his screaming*

Havik: I am not here to harm you! I am here to fun with you!

Bi Fang: You do realize how fuckin creepy that sounds right?!

*Havik giggles and lets him go*

Bi Fang: Who the hell are you anyways?

Havik: I am the Cleric of Chaos! Me and your father worked together back in the day.

Bi Fang: Cleric of Chaos? You sound like a bad guy to me.

Havik: Well I wouldn’t say bad..It’s of no matter. I’m here to see if you’d like to come create some mischief with me!

Bi Fang: Why would I go anywhere with a fucking weirdo like you?!

Havik knew that the boy wouldn’t go with him this way, so he decided to use a bit of manipulation.

*Havik fakes a hurt expression, faces away from Bi Fang and starts sobbing*

Bi Fang: Hey, are you...crying?

Havik: *sniffles* I-i just hoped you’d be different is all.

Bi Fang: What do you mean?

Havik: Nobody wants to be my friend! They all think I am a freak! I thought you could understand what how it feels...to be rejected because you’re different...

*Bi Fang’s suspicious expression visibly softens*

Bi Fang: I do know how it feels...I don’t have many friends either, they all think I’m a freak too...hey I’ll be your friend, just don’t cry.

*Bi Fang hugs Havik*

Havik: Oh goodie! Now let us go have some fun!

Bi Fang: Where are we going?

Havik: Hehe, to create havoc of course!

So that’s exactly what they do. Havik teleports them to America, California where their disruption of the peace begins.

They run around pranking random people and they do every prank in the book.

They Teepee people’s houses, egg people’s cars, put a flaming bag of dog shit on someone’s front porch, put Whoopi cushions on the chairs of Starbucks, put bugs in people’s food, stink bombed stores, etc.

Havoc scares passerbys by taking his head off or breaking his knee caps or turning his torso 360 degrees. Bi Fang laughs his ass off at their freaked out people’s reactions.

They made this really buff big guy scream like a little girl and they laughed until it hurt.

Havoc was so delighted that he finally had a mini me. Bi Fang was way more fun than his killjoy father and uncle.

He would make a wonderful son and heir!

Of course, the cops were soon called on them and They soon found themselves surrounded by Stryker and Kabal, and a couple other cops.

Havik: Allow me to deal with these party poopers hehehehe.

(At this time Kabal and Stryker haven’t met Bi Fang yet and they don’t know he’s the Lin Kuei grandmaster’s son)

Bi Fang cheered him on as Havik made quick work of the squad of officers but when he went to finish off Kabal and Stryker. Bi Fang quickly intervened.

Bi Fang: Stop! You’re gonna kill them!

Havik: I know! It’s going to be so much fun to watch the life leave their eyes.

Bi Fang: ...You can’t kill them...it’s-it’s wrong!

Havik: Come now, Do not be so dull! Just think of the chaos it will cause in their loved one’s lives! Hehehe!

Bi Fang: Y-you’re starting to scare me...if you kill them...I-i won’t be your friend no more.

The chaos cleric glared at Bi fang for a couple of moments before he sighed and released the two beaten officers.

He didn’t want to run the boy off yet. He still had plans for him.

Havik: Very, well...say, all this mischief is making me hungry. Let’s go get something to eat.

*Havik takes the boy’s hand and starts pulling him away from the unconscious cops*

Bi Fang: Ya, I’m kinda hungry too, but where are we gonna eat? I don’t have any money.

Havik: Hehehe, who says we’re going to pay for the food?

So they go to a McDonald’s. All the employees look terrified of Havik and they don’t dare to stop him when he walks behind the counter and starts making a McFlurry.

Bi Fang decides to follow Havik’s suit and starts taking some chicken nuggets and fries. They run out of the McDonald’s before another group of cops can arrive.

It was getting late and Bi Fang was getting sleepy so the Chaosrealmer returned Bi Fang to his home. Before leaving Bi Fang asked if they could go have fun again tomorrow. To which Havik replied, anything for his best friend.

Once Havik disappeared, Bi Fang ran into his parents on his way to his bedroom.

Let’s just say, they weren’t too happy to learn who Bi Fang has spent the day with. Especially Bi Han, who was livid that Havik had the nerve to kidnap his child.

Bi Fang: He said you two knew each other.

Bi Han: That doesn’t mean he is someone good or trustworthy! You know you shouldn’t speak to anyone that isn’t Lin Kuei! You are to never speak to that freak again! Understand?!

Bi Fang: He’s not a freak! He’s my friend, and he likes hanging out with me! Not like you!

*Bi Han is about to scream at his son but Sareena steps in*

Sareena: Bi Fang, you do not realize how dangerous that man truly is. He is most likely trying to manipulate and use you.

*Bi Fang starts tearing up*

Bi Fang: N-no! You’re wrong! He’s like me-

Bi Han: -Enough! Go to your room! And do not come out until I say so!

Bi Fang runs to his room crying. Bi Han feels a bit regretful for upsetting him so much, but he has the Chaos Cleric to deal with first.

He, Kuai Liang, and Smoke go to the Chaosrealm and face Havik. Bi Han is on Havik’s ass before he could even greet them. Bi Han is strong enough to pin the Cleric to the ground and starts choking him.

Havik: Y-you...se-em upset...with m-me, Bi Han...

Bi Han: *growls* How dare you kidnap my son! I’ll rip out your heart!

Havik: W-as...not kidnap, h-he came willing-ACH

*Bi Han tightens his hold on Havik’s throat. Kuai steps in and pull Bi Han off of the cleric*

Kuai Liang: Why did you take him to America? What scheme are you plotting Havik? 

Havik: What schemes? I only wanted to show the boy some fun! Your child is a riot! He is the son I have always dreamed of! Hehehe!

*Bi Han lunges at Havik again but this time Havik evades him*

Bi Han: HE IS NOT YOUR SON! HE IS MINE!

Smoke: You expect us to believe you did this for fun?

Havik: ....Yes. Do you really expect me to make sense?

*The 3 Lin Kuei stare him for a couple moments and then look at each other*

Bi Han: I am warning you now Chaos Cleric. If you ever go near my son again I will rip apart limb from limb, and give your remains to demons and they will torture you for the rest of eternity...

Havik: Oh Bi Han, do not threaten me with a good time. Fine, I will leave your boy alone. You have my word.

*crosses his toes in his boot*

Havik was lying of course. But it was enough to get the Lin Kuei and Bi Han to return to Earthrealm.

Havik wasn’t going to give up on Bi Fang just yet. The potential of havoc that boy could unleash was amazing. Somehow, Bi Fang will become his son, and together they will plunge the realms into chaos.

(I’m gonna end it here bc it became longer than I meant it to be. Hope you enjoyed)

#havik #bi fang #bi han #sareena #kuai liang #noob saibot #sub zero #kabal #kurtis stryker #lin kuei #chaosrealm #mortal kombat #my au

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Fluff alphabet with Hawks??? Yes please

Hawks/Keigo Takami Fluff Alphabet

*in adudible screatching* Hawks/Keigo Takami is probably my favourite character in the whole BNHA universe!🧡❤️🧡❤️

A - Affection (How do they show how much they care in their day to day lives)

Hawks would say that he’s really into extacagent things, like adventurous anniversaries, and getting you the same number of roses at the age you are for your birthday. But that’s cuz he doesn’t realize how amazing he is in everyday life. He thinks about you constantly, which always leads to a text on your well being of some sort. Sometimes he’ll even fly over to your work during his break just to see you. On the off chance he has a day off without you, he’ll bring you lunch, then follow you throughout work like a lost chicken puppy.

B - Before (How did they act before the relationship/ what was the relationship like?)

Hawks had always been a tease, so he flirted left right and center. Unknowingly to you, he had stopped flirting with everyone else except you. He seemed the exact same from when you were kids, but when a coworker pointed it out that’s when you started up. It was only competitive flirting until you two started dating. Afterwards it seemed like all his flirting turned into normal compliments, and went so much deeper then his old ones.

C - Comfort (How they act when their S/O is sad)

You try your best to be strong around hawks, he’s dealing with so much that you don’t want to be a burndon. So the first time he notices your sad, it’s a big shock. ‘Hey, don’t cry’ he’s so quite that you’d bearly noticed him come in. He’d just hug you, burring your head in his chest as he uses his wings to rub your back. He won’t pressure you to talk, mostly because his mind is racing, trying to figure out what happened. The next few days, he’s so lovely dovy just because he wants you to having something good in everyday.

D - Dawn (What are mornings like?)

You tend to wake up in a curtain of wings. It’s definitely your favourite way to start off the day, as you lazily brush your fingers through the red feathers. They are surprisingly warm, so you usually have to manoeuvre the blankets off of you somehow. By this point Hawks would already be awake, but he’d pretend to be asleep so you two could keep cuddling. Then you both need to rush out of bed, because you spent too much time laying there instead of getting ready. Just like every other day

E - Embarrassed (How does their S/O make them flustered? How do they return the favour?)

You’d bet money that Hawks goal in life was to embarrass you. He especially likes to do it when you’re not expecting it, like last month at the hero gala: He introduced you as his ‘love dove’ to everyone, then proceeded to comment on how cute your red face was. However, you were the one laughing when you pretended to whisper, and instead kissed him right infront of Endeavor.

F - First date (Were did you go and what did you do for your first date together)

Your first date was more like a competition. ‘Aww did ya miss me?’ ‘You wish. You’re the clingly one Hawks.’ ‘Sureeee, if I was your boyfriend, you’d have a hard time staying away.’ ‘I’d be a way better girlfriend then you!’ ‘Wanna bet?’ ‘Oh it’s on bird brain’ and this you too spent the next couple hours doing super classic dates. Going for coffee, a horror movie, and going out to eat afterwards. Needless to say, you both won.

G - Gentle (How Gentle are they with their S/O? Or do they like to rough house with them?)

Hawks won’t hurt you, but he won’t treat you like you’re made of glass either. Most of the time, he’s very soft with you, aside from the rougher kisses. However he’s developing this evil thing where he’ll throw you up in the air as your flying with him. It’s never for too long, but you screamed so loud that another pro came to check up on you too.

H - Habit (What do they repeatally do in the relationship?)

We all know Kei’s wings are strong. But Hawks has this habit of wrapping his wings around you, and not letting you go. So being unable to deal with the strength of his wings, you’re kinda stuck. The worst is when he’ll fall asleep like that, and you’re in desperate need to use the washroom or something, and you. Can’t. Move. You’ve talked to him about it before, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the hugs.

I - Intreating (What do they find fascinating about their S/O? And vise versa?)

He loves how interested you always are. As curious as a kitten he likes to say, before caving and telling you all about his day. For some reason you find his day facingating, and just how he lives his life. Hawks never understood it, but he loves the way you listen so intently to his stories, and give your own opinions. Especially on your borderline conspiracy theories on the LOV.

J - Jealousy (How easily do they get jealous, and how do they deal with it)

Honestly Hawks doesn’t get jealous, he fully trusts you and he doesn’t want to be an overbearing boyfriend. He does however, get self conscious when you seem to be enjoying another mans company. So expect him to give you his famous hug from behind, and quite a bit more attention then usual. He’ll talk very politely with you and the other guy, he just wants to be in the picture, beside you.

K - Knick Knack (A random momento they still have from their S/O)

You had found a cute pair of bird earrings, that sat ontop of a little red heart. You had to buy them right away! But instead of wearing them like you were supposed to, you turned them into little pins. It was simple, you just replaced the backs. Hawks almost cried when you game him one. He called it you, and you had him. You never see him wearing it, but he keeps it in his pocket, pinned to the back as to never loose it.

L - Location (Favourite place to go on dates)

Anywhere high up, duh. It’s nice and relaxing, and neither of you have to deal with fans. 9 out of 10 dates you’re above the clouds at some point. The other ones are you two going out to KFC, or anywhere with gooood chicken. But by far his favourite dates, is going to this family run chicken place, then heading on top of his agency’s building, and having a picnic while looking at the clouds.

M - Movie (What cliché movie trope has actually happened in the relationship?)

Childhood friends to lovers. Keigo and you were kinda friends when you were little, he liked to tease you a lot, but he never took it too far. But like all cliches, you two had been split up around the beginning of middle school, and only reunited once he was the number 2 hero. You could tell right away that it was him, because the first thing once he saw you was a flirtatious joke.

N - Nickname (What do they call their S/O?)

What He calls his S/O:

‘Love Dove’

‘Chicky poo’ What can I say, he loves his bird puns

‘Cutie’ likes to use this one in interviews

What his S/O calls him:

‘Kei’ confuses everyone because not many people know his name

‘Undercooked chicken nugget’ this comes up a lot more often then you’d realize.

‘Loveable goof’

O - On Cloud Nine (How they act when they are in love/ Is it obvious to everyone around them?)

This boy wears his heart on his sleeve. Of course at the beginning of your relationship, he had to act as though you two barely every talk. However there were many people who speculated you two because of how so dam obvious he was. He won’t realize how close he is, or how long he’ll be staring for, but once you mention it he goes stone cold. It’s kinda scary how quickly he can hid his feelings.

P - PDA (Do they like showing off their s/o, or are a little shy to kiss in public)

Your relationship had to be under wraps, as much as it broke Kei’s heart. If he could tell the whole world, he would. You both however, do end up going public after one of his fans starts bad mouthing you, and he shuts them up by kissing you right infront of everyone. Now he’ll talk about you any chance he gets, especially in interviews.

Q - Quirk (A random ability they have, that’s helpful in a relationship)

Due to his goofy nature, he can always make you smile. Of course if you want him to, he’ll listen to your problems with open ears. However sometimes you’re just in a funk, and he’s the guy to bring you out of it. From puns, to tickling, to complimenting you, nothing is off the table. He hates seeing you sad, but being the thing that makes you smile always warms his heart.

R - Rearly (Something they love to do, but it doesn’t happen often)

Absolute favourite thing in the world is when you preen his feathers for him. It basically feels like a more intimate massage, and is probably the most relaxed he will ever be. You always cover every inch, making sure every feather is cared for and properly in place. Sadly it takes so long, and really tires your arms out. So Hawks only gets this special treat on holidays or if he’s had a particularly rough day.

S - Special (Something that only them and their S/O do together)

Late night flights. When ever one of you needs a break, you dress in comfy cloths and jump out at window. Hawks will fly you above the clouds, and casually fly as you two talk together about whatever is on your mind. Anything from heart felt conversations, to jokes, to full out make out session. It’s a special thing you do for eachother, that high up in the clouds, there are no distractions, and no stress, only eachother.

T - Together (How often do they spend time with their S/O?)

Even through so much of his time is taken up by hero work, or dealing with the LOV, he still somehow manages to make lots of time for you. It’s likely because he skips out on a lot of his hero duties, or Dabi doesn’t want to listen to the boy rant about how he misses you. It’s actually really sweet that he makes sure to spend at least a little bit of time everyday with you.

U - United (In which way does the relationship become a whole? Marriage?)

Hawks likes to put up a front, he has to for the public. In the beginning of your relationship, he found he was even doing that with you. You knew something was up, and just wanted him to come to you in his time of need. It will be hard, but once he knows you genuinely love him, flaws and all, you’re relationship will sky rocket. He won’t keep any secrets, and will never put up a front for you, you could see through that anyways.

V - Value (What do they treasure the most in their relationship?)

Definitely the Truth and Honesty. He’s finally found someone who he can be 100% himself with, without the fear of being judged or ridiculed. Around you he can lower his guard, and the walls built around his heart. He honestly never thought he’d find someone like you, but now that he has, hell amber let you go.

W - Wish (What do they hope will come from the relationship?)

Keigo just wants a happy life with you. He wants to grow old, and not have to deal with the stress of hero work. He’s had to prioritize all of the world, but honesty he doesn’t want that weight, if he could choose, he wants to prioritize your relationship. He’s dreamt of being one of those old couples who still go on coffee shop dates, and brings flowers for eachother. But for now, he just has to wish.

X - XOXO (Favourite types of kisses and hugs)

Hawks adores hugging you from behind, while his wing encase you together. It makes him feel like he’s protecting you, and that you’ll never disappear. This position also traps you in his assault on your face. He’ll kiss any part of your face as long as it’s in his reach. Forehead, cheek, nose, mouth, he loves them all. He’s such a goof.

Y - Yearning (How do they cope when they're missing their partner?)

With how busy Hawks is, he takes being away from you very well. It’s almost to the point where you feel like he doesn’t care that much. However all those negative thoughts melt away the second you step foot into your shared apartment. No matter how many times you’ve told him not to fly in the house, he always zips right to you. Picking you up and half cuddling you, half flying you to a comfortable spot.

Z - Zeal (Will they go great lengths for the sake of the relationship? What kind?)

Like I said, he wants to grow old with you. He’s even physically told you that he’ll live for you, and keep doing his best for you both. Of course he’s lazy and if you ask him to get you a drink when your closer, no way. But if you asked him get you something when you’re actually upset, or in pain in some way, he will fly anywhere in the world at a drop of the hat.

#hawks is best boi #hawks x reader #hawks #x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero headcanons #hawks headcanons #keigo takami #mha #bnha #my hero academia #fluff alphabet #fluff #request

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Writings

So, @mychemicalimagines convinced me to post a couple of my writings and to tag her, so here it is. 

There are two pieces under the cut. One is a poem and one is a short story. They are posted in that order. First the poem, then the story. Both are written by me, both for a creative writing class.

Gone

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I miss her

I tell myself

We’ll see each other again

I’d be lying if I said

She’d miss me while she’s gone

She told me before she left

This is goodbye

I know that. 

People move

And 

People leave.

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The last day of spring began like any other spring day. Flowers bloomed, morning dew shined on the grass where the light hit it, and the sun shined. I remember that day in great detail. I feel it was the best spring day that ever existed. The few that recall that day seem to agree with me, though I could be mistaken. Now, some may wonder why I referred to it as the last day of spring. That’s because that last day of spring was eighteen years ago. It was the last day of spring to ever exist. Spring has been completely gone for eighteen years and I’m one of the only people who knows what happened to it. All that most people know is that spring is gone now. Everyone misses it, even me. Since the war, everything is dead and lifeless. All the plants are a reddish-brown color. I miss greens, pinks, purples, even yellow. I miss the bees. Everything is dead and gone now, even me. Well, not quite me. But all the plants. A lot of the people, too. So much is different since spring ended. I think I should probably tell this story from the beginning, shouldn’t I?

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The Last Day of Spring

~~Eighteen years prior~~

I have been told today is the first day of the end of the world. No one else is aware of this. But I have to be. I’m the reason that spring is ending today. I am the cause of the end of spring. And with the downfall of spring, hopefully, comes the downfall of the world. The downfall of humans. I’ve never liked them. None of my species ever have. That’s why we’re doing this. That’s why we infiltrated humanity. To ensure the downfall of humans, forever. 

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Humans would never have thought the world would end on the last day of spring. Spring, an embodiment of new beginnings and fresh starts. Spring, a time full of hope for the coming year. And yet, at the end of spring comes the end of the world. What a cruel twist of fate. 

"Remember just last week, when you were laughing and picking flowers?" A familiar voice calls from across the room, startling me from my thoughts. I look up, looking at my mother's face. She claims I'm only ten years old, and that it's reasonable that I was laughing and picking flowers. I know better. I have not been ten years old for a long time. "Or the week before," mother's voice starts again, taking me away from my thoughts, "when you spoke of how you didn't like rain very much, but knew it was good for the environment." My mother seems to hold back a frown, possibly unhappy about something. Maybe she's scared of what the end of the world will mean for her? Or maybe for my supposed family. Her parents. Though that’s unlikely. Mom knows nothing of the plans for the world, so she can’t possibly be worried. She has nothing to worry about, right? I quickly shake myself from my thoughts, knowing she probably expects a response. 

"Mom? I'm scared." My voice is shakier than normal, with me trying to sound like a ten-year-old who is scared. I feel like I succeeded, though I don’t know for sure. When I first met her, I felt a little bad for her. She seemed lonely. I felt a little bad for replacing her child, though Mom may never know the difference between the real Nix and I. I  never asked for her real name, deciding calling her ‘mom’ would be less suspicious. I decide after a few moments to continue speaking, knowing I should elaborate about being ‘scared’. "Do you really think the world will end?" I look at the older woman, trying to gauge her reaction. 

"Of course not sweetie, the world has been around a long time. It won’t end, not in your lifetime. I promise." I look at her and try to figure out her words. Before I can think too much into things, she continues. “And you’ve been reading too many science-fiction books again, haven’t you Nix?”

I smile slightly before nodding, attempting to have an almost shameful look on my face. “You caught me, Mom. You know I love science-fiction and fantasy novels, especially dystopian when I can find it. I just think it's cool to read this stuff.” My words bring a smile to her face as she nods, understanding what I’m saying completely.

“I know, Nix. But they also make you more paranoid about the world ending, even if it isn’t likely to end.” I have to hold back a laugh at her statement, knowing the world will definitely end soon. “Okay, sweetie, I’m gonna make you some lunch now.”

As Mom heads into the kitchen to make my lunch, I laugh quietly to myself. I can’t believe that humans are so idiotic. Don’t they realize that we’ve been spying on them this whole time? Human kids and ‘millennials’ were right. The birds are spies. But not for the government. Though technically, some of us are in the government so they do work for the government. But no, the birds aren’t the government’s spies. They’re ours. The birds work not for the bourgeoisie, but for the demons. We’ve been collecting information about them for centuries. And today, we finally use that information against them.

Soon enough, Mom comes back into the room, a plate of dinosaur chicken nuggets on a plate. I happily accept them, thinking to myself that I’ll miss dino nuggets when the world ends. I look out the window as I eat, knowing that it’s only a matter of time before I get the call. 

“So, sweetie,” Mom begins, “do you want to go to the park once you finish your lunch?” She asks this almost daily, with me almost always telling her no, not wanting to get too attached to her emotionally.

I wait a moment before answering, needing to swallow the food in my mouth before speaking. “Sounds fun,” I start, nodding in response. “It’s beautiful out today and I can pick some flowers!” The excitement in my voice isn’t faked. I genuinely feel excited, knowing that this will be my last chance to pick flowers with Mom. I also know that walks in the park are fun and I think being somewhere Mom enjoys will make it easier to remember her in a good way after I say goodbye. She smiles, happy to hear me excited about the park. 

“I’m so glad, sweetie! Okay, hurry and finish your food and we can get going.” Mom’s tone is happy while I finish eating. Once I finish, I grab a light jacket and put on my shoes, ready to go to the park. While Mom and I walk to the park, I listen to the birds chirping as they communicate what they see to those on the receiving end of the information. A bird flies to land on the ground in front of me, chirping as it attempts to communicate. I manage to gather that the walk I’m on with Mom is my last one and that everything may end before we head home. Since I was walking a little ahead of Mom, I doubt she saw the exchange, though she might’ve seen the bird flying away. 

Eventually, we get to the park and I head straight towards the flowers. I may not want to admit it, but I don’t want spring to end. Over the past few months, I’ve really grown to like it. Spring really is gorgeous. There’s nothing like it in the underworld or on any other plane of existence. The flowers in the field are gorgeous as always. I quickly spot some allium, bleeding heart plants, columbine, lilacs, and primroses around the field. Any time I come to this park, I come directly to the flowers. I know this is probably my last chance to see them, so I stand there for a few minutes taking it all in. The early afternoon sun shines on some of the bleeding hearts, one of my favorites, and I smile. For a moment I start to regret what is about to be done, though I know it’s important.

“They’re mesmerizing, aren’t they?” Mom’s voice startles me from my thoughts, making me jump slightly. 

“Yeah. Looking at flowers really makes me think.” My voice is soft, not wanting to disturb the peaceful air around Mom and I. We’re the only ones at the park, making it quiet.

“How so?” Mom’s tone is curious but gentle, wanting me to elaborate only if I feel comfortable doing so.

“Well, it makes me realize just how fragile the human life is. And how flowers can be an amazing metaphor for life.” I pause, gathering my thoughts before I continue. “Like, flowers will bloom for a certain amount of time each year then stop. Like how humans will live for so long before they die of natural causes.” I look up at Mom, making eye contact and silently asking if she understood what I was saying. She nods so I continue my explanation. “If you cut a flower, it won’t stay alive. You can cut a flower just after it blooms and it will eventually die, not getting the nutrients it needs. Like flowers, there are many ways to end a human life prematurely. There are some illnesses that can make this happen, things like cancer, but it can be caused by other humans too. Some flowers bloom longer than others, just like some humans live longer than others.” I take a quick pause to breathe, realizing I’m ranting. At this point, mom looks concerned. I make eye contact with a bird in a tree nearby before I go back to speaking. “Another thing that humans and flowers have in common is that they need each other. Humans need flowers because the flowers produce oxygen and are pretty while flowers need humans to water them and produce carbon dioxide for them.” When I take a moment to think about what I’m saying, Mom quickly speaks up.

“Why are you talking like you aren’t human, Nix?” I laugh, shocked by her question.

“That’s because I’m not human, Mom. I’m not your precious ‘Nix’. I’ve been lying to you for the past few months. I’m not your daughter. Your daughter, your real daughter is gone. I’m not her. I never have been and never will be. I’m an impostor. And I’m a demon. I don’t really look like your daughter. I didn’t want you to find out like this, but it’s too late now.” My tone is sad. I really didn’t want her to find out like this. I didn’t want her to find out at all but it’s too late for that. “The world will end today. At least, your world will. Any minute now, it’ll happen. I can’t stop it. Spring will end. The world itself will end. The world as you know it will and there’s nothing I can do to save it.”

“Sweetie, this isn’t funny. You know not to joke about that.” This was the most serious I’d ever heard Mom sound when she said something. She looks almost scared of the implication of my words, like she doesn’t want to believe the world would be ending soon.

“I wouldn’t joke about the end of the world.” Before I could add anything to my statement, the world seems to take on a red tint. “It has begun.” Mom looked confused for a minute before the heat began. The flowers in front of us wilted almost instantly as did the grass. Some of the trees lost their leaves before falling to the ground. 

“What’s going on? What’s causing this?” Mom asks both questions immediately, not giving me a chance to respond to either.

“I already told you. The world as you know it is ending.” My tone is matter-of-fact and almost tired sounding as I try to hide the sadness I feel. “And the cause is a ‘who’, not a what. Demons are causing this.” Screams can be heard all around us as we watch the now dead plants catch fire. I turn and walk away, not wanting to watch the woman I’d grown to see as a mom burning behind me.The fires were hot enough to melt my disguise and show my true form. I felt bad for Mom, though I didn’t know why, as I walked towards some flames that were an entrance to the underworld.

After eighteen years, one may think I forgot how everything went down or changed the story mentally. In reality, I wrote these events down so I wouldn’t forget them. I put as much detail as I could into the events. It’s amazing how far I’ve come in this life. It’s also amazing that the last day of spring began like any other spring day. It didn’t end like any other spring day, but it started like one. Most were anticipating the arrival of summer the following day. If only they would have known that the world would change forever that day. 

~~Eighteen Years Later (Modern Day)~~

#poem #writing #my writing #creative writing #stories #silence naomi

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Deep As The Road is Long (Part I, Chapter 5)

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Try, try, try just a little bit harder So I can love, love, love him, I tell myself Well, I'm gonna try, just a little bit harder So I can't give, give, give, give him to nobody else.

August 2015

It takes five weeks to know. Five weeks of trying not to dwell on test results and failing miserably. Five weeks of waking up in a cold sweat and needing to watch Faith breathe. Thirty-five days to know the stem cells took. No more treatments, the port in her chest removed. There’s remission for now, but Jamie decides they’re staying put for a while; he won’t leave it to a doctor back home to look for any signs of cancer when he already has the best right where they are. If something happens to Faith, she needs Claire. And so Jamie decides they’ll stay for a year, and after that, fly back annually for checkups as long as it takes.

For now, all Claire hears is that they’re staying. As he leaves the last check-up for a while with Faith, he mentions he’s getting more furniture so the next time she comes over for chicken nugget stars, it’ll be fancier. It makes her smile to know he wants her to visit again; he’s on her mind, always, somehow. She’s met other parents, other single fathers, even. But she’s never met someone like Jamie before. Confident, playful, strong, with the ability to be incredibly sensitive. Now that he’s sleeping, now that there are more reasons to smile, she sees more of that, and she sees it in Faith, too. How easily she laughs, the way the dark circles under her eyes are slowly disappearing. These are people who’ve invited her into their lives beyond the doctoring, and she can’t stop thinking about them.

That may be why, as she shops for herself, she comes up with an idea of something Jamie should have in his home. Good music, on actual albums, not just on his phone. She narrows everything down in her shopping cart to just two things: An honest to God record player and a Janis Joplin album. A compilation. One with the song Try. It’s a good record; she stands by it and takes both gifts with her the next time she’s invited to dinner.

When Jamie lets her inside, the first thing she notices is that he’s shaved; he’s always had some sort of facial hair, but there’s less now, it’s neater and his curly hair is a bit shorter. He’s also in more than just jeans and a t-shirt. Well, he’s still in jeans, but they’re his actual size, they’re nicer, and the shirt is fitted. She can see, clearly, every muscle in his upper arms.

Christ, how did a bookseller get so fit?

“What’s all this?” he asks, moving to relieve her of her packages.

“A gift. For you. A housewarming gift, really,” she explains, stumbling a bit for God knows what reason. Thankfully, Faith is a good distraction, immediately wrapping herself around Claire for a hug. She’s still so slight that Claire lifts her easily and makes her way back to the couch, sitting with an exaggerated sigh, as if Faith weighs more. “You’re definitely eating all of the good food I told you to,” she praises.

Faith nods with a grin, then gestures toward the kitchen. “We made dinner and it’s no’ chicken nuggets this time.”

“It’s not?” Claire asks curiously. “What are we having that smells so delicious?”

“ Pizza! Our very own and now ye have to pick toppings to make yours.”

Claire lets herself be led by the hand toward the kitchen as she glances back at Jamie with a wide smile. Soon, her own pizza is being slid into an oven next to his while he pulls Faith’s out to cool. Letting the little girl lead the conversation mostly results in Claire being told tales filtered down through her father about Highland cows and all the animals of Lallybroch missing her. Glances are shared between Jamie and Claire; her silently hoping they decide to stay here in Boston for good, him wondering if one day he might be able to show her all the things Faith describes.

Once everyone’s pizza is ready (Claire’s toppings: cheese, green bell pepper, and pepperoni. Jamie’s: everything but the kitchen sink. Faith’s: Plain cheese.) they sit at the new dining room table, and now it’s Claire’s turn to talk when Faith begins asking her all sorts of questions. Where her favorite place ever to go is (The Museum of Fine Arts on a rainy day), if she has any pets (no, she isn’t home enough and it wouldn’t be fair) and whether or not she’s ever seen a double rainbow (very regrettably no).

Jamie’s pleased at the mild interrogation, filing some information away and realizing she’s hard to stop looking at as she engages with his daughter. She’s open as a book, not holding anything back, which is why he leans over and whispers in Faith’s ear. The little girl beams and looks at Jamie, who nods, and then her grin is turned to Claire.

“Doctor Claire, what’s yer favorite breakfast?”

It’s such an innocent question from the mouth of five-year-old, and yet when Claire’s eyes meet Jamie’s she can just about feel the heat from her cheeks fill the room. Clearing her throat, her mouth opens, then closes. What a clever bastard.

“Well. I don’t always sit down for a proper breakfast. Most of the time I eat yogurt or a piece of fruit...”

“How boring for ye,” Jamie interjects cooly, pretending to buff his nails on his jeans.

“...But I like pancakes with syrup and bacon.”

“That’s good! I like my pancakes wi’ chocolate chips in them,” Faith informs her.

“Well, I’ll have to find someone who makes really good chocolate chip pancakes and hope they invite me to breakfast,” is the natural reply.

“Daddy can!”

“Mo bheannachd, I’m honored ye think my cooking is so good, but I have no’ made pancakes in a long while. They would be all funny shapes, I reckon. And now it’s time for ye to go change for bed. Go on,” he says, nodding toward her room. He does pull her close for a quick kiss to the forehead before she disappears down the hallway.

Clearing her throat, Claire stands as well. “I’ll help you clean up.”

“Hold on,” Jamie decides, getting up as well and walking toward the gift sitting on the coffee table. “I’m a wee bit curious.” Not waiting on her to give her blessing, Jamie opens the record player first, then the record and looks at it with a curious smile. “Janis Joplin?”

“Her voice was made to be listened to on vinyl. It’s a good record,” Claire defends, watching as Jamie begins to take the player out of the box.

“It’s only that I never thought of ye as the type, is all,” Jamie shrugs, plugging in the record player. “I thought of ye more as a…’slow jazz with a glass of wine’ sort.”

For a moment, Claire doesn’t say anything, and then she finds her voice. “You think of me?”

Now, it’s his turn to avoid looking at her, but the tips of his ears pink nicely. As he unwraps the record, he nods a little. “Aye. I do.”

Before they get much further than that, Faith comes back in, dressed in soft pink pajamas with Care Bears on them, pink slippers on her feet. “Can Doctor Claire tuck me in?”

It’s a small request, but one that feels like a high honor as Claire looks at Jamie, trying to be sure it’s alright if she says yes.

“I think that’s up to Doctor Claire, mo ghaol.”

Two sets of eyes look at her now, one hoping, one curious, and she smiles softly, nodding. “Of course I can. I would be happy to.” Reaching out, Faith’s hand curls into hers and Claire’s heart feels like it very well might burst. Children trust her to make them well, parents put all of their hope into her, but the innocence of this, that even outside of the hospital Faith trusts Claire, means something else on perhaps a different scale. It’s bigger than medicine and healing, whatever it is. She can’t quite name it. In Faith’s room, she helps her to bed and there’s Trunky, waiting to be received, and Claire tucks him in right beside her.

“Goodnight, Doctor Claire,” Faith says with a small grin, snuggling under her sheets and blanket.

“Sweet dreams, Faith,” she murmurs, reaching out to stroke her forearm softly. It’s different, watching her drift off, comfortable in her own bed, warm, taken care of. Claire never gets to see this part, the after, and it takes her breath away. When she seems to be at least dozing lightly, Claire rises and makes her way into the living room as the first strains of Little Girl Blue filter from the record player. She knows the song, knows it as something a bit melancholy. But she watches Jamie, standing there and listening to the sultry, scratchy voice of Janis Joplin sing about being unhappy. As soon as he’s aware of her, Jamie looks up, then extends his hand.

She’s drawn to him without more prompting and takes his offer. Before she can register it, she’s dancing with him in a slow sway to words about raindrops and sadness. It’s a slow dance, one where they barely move, but she’s very aware of him, the smell of his aftershave and soap where her head rests on his shoulder. Eventually, the song fades into another, but for a long while, they don’t move until she realizes they’re standing completely still, arms wrapped around one another. Raising her head, she looks up just as his head dips and his lips graze hers. It’s a soft kiss, but one she feels blossom deep in her belly. She lets herself get lost in the way she feels right now, in how he feels, the way her body naturally curves to his and there’s no question about how they fit together. Without thinking much about it, Claire’s lips part, inviting him to kiss her deeper, until she realizes what she’s doing.

Kissing a patient’s father.

Breaking the moment by ducking her head, she takes a few deep breaths and lets them out softly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t, it’s… it could be seen as unethical because I’m treating your daughter.”

Immediately, Jamie lets her go, rubbing a hand over his mouth. “I dinna… I dinna want to make ye uncomfortable.”

“It isn’t that, Jamie, it’s not. With Faith as my patient, it just. It clouds things. My judgment,” she explains, and it isn’t a total lie. Though she’s already so attached to that little girl, kissing her father likely doesn’t matter much as far as judgment goes. Still, Claire clears her throat. “I should go.”

Reaching out, Jamie stops the record and nods. “Thank ye. For the gift. I suppose I’ll need to go buy more records,” he says with a gentle smile, trying to ease her, trying to keep her from thinking it’s too awkward now for her to ever return. It’s not the first time in his life he’s been turned down, but it is the first time he’s left feeling dizzy by everything he just felt but can’t have.

“There’s a great place about a mile from here. Huge selection. Something better than old Janis Joplin songs, maybe,” Claire explains as she walks toward the door, semi-apologizing for her selection.

“Something better? I think I have a new favorite song,” he decides.

One he can listen to and remember the way she felt as she pressed close.

Next Chapter

#outlander fic #outlander #jamie x claire #jamie fraser #claire fraser #datril #deep as the road is long #you should listen to little girl blue

[miraclejune]

HERO’S SOUP: Chapter 11

11 Families

It’s been two months since Seungmin moved into the mansion with the rest of the pack. It definitely took a lot of persuading to get him to agree with the boys. Woojin on the other hand, wasn’t saying anything at all, the only time he urged Seungmin to move in with them is when they sat together for dinner. 

The look on the wolves faces was priceless once Seungmin declared he was gonna move in with them. They bribed everything they had just to get the witch to live with them, but no matter how many times they present Felix and Hyunjin as an offering, Seungmin refuses, although he really thought it was a good deal.

“So what did Woojin offer to you?”

“For the last fucking time, Felix, he offered nothing! I came here on my own accord, so stop pestering me.” With one last nasty glance, Seungmin went back to typing on his laptop. Felix pouted, but he didn’t want to concede defeat just yet. “The others even betrayed me and Hyunjin just to get you to live here and you refused. But with only a word from Woojin, you come running here with your weird ass briefcase that almost ate Hyunjin." after his pity talk, Felix rose up from his seat stomping away towards the kitchen with his arms crossed. Felix was always the sulky type of person. Chan eyes Seungmin who was grinning ever so smugly. 

"You're not a witch. You're a devil." Hyunjin clicked his tongue in disbelief.

"You're not a wolf. You're an idiot." Jisung and Changbin cackled. "Daaaamn. Apply cold water on that burn bro!" Changbin blurted, holding his stomach as both him and Jisung fell on the carpeted floor. "Why are you so good at comebacks…" Seungmin shrugged. He looked back at all the times where he got dissed by Chan with just a few words. 

Seungmin is an asshole. But Chan is the ultimate asshole.

"Anyway, none of you can still convince Jeongin to move in?" Minho asks, leaning on Jisung's shoulder. The rest of them looked at each other with curious eyes. But with a few turns of their heads, they came to the conclusion that no one succeeded. Felix walks back in the kitchen, his resentment towards the witch long forgotten as he sat in between Seungmin’s legs. "What you guys talkin' bout?" 

"How none of us won over Jeongin to move in." Felix's mouth formed into a small 'oh', he nods his head and frowns after realizing he too hasn’t won over the boy. “I did try to bribe him with snacks.” Felix murmurs, munching on a sandwich he made.

In one blink of an eye, Jisung was kneeling in front of him, mouth wide open. Felix offers him the sandwich and Jisung happily takes a bite. "Ew, what the hell is this?" the wolf’s face contorted in disgust.

"Vegemite." Jisung forced himself not to choke as he swallowed. "This is gonna come right back up." he already felt his stomach gurgling. Thankfully it stayed there.

"How can you eat that?"

Felix gasped as if his whole nativity was insulted. "It's called 'refined taste'. You wouldn't understand either way."

Jisung glared at him before returning beside Minho.

They continued their conversation.

“His mom wants Jeongin to live with us, right, Chan?” Woojin puts a hand on Chan's thigh making the guy smile meekly, “Yeah.” 

“Really? When did she say it?” Seungmin straightens up from his seat, placing his hands on Felix's shoulders, tapping them rhythmically.

Thinning his lips, Chan huffs out air from his nose. “When I visited his place.” he purposely emphasized the word ‘I’. As a response, he got big grins and cute faces from everyone. Including Woojin. His stern look was overpowered by his fondness. He shakes his head and looks down briefly before breaking into a fit of chuckles. “Alright alright. I’m sorry I didn’t let you guys come with me.” 

They all laugh. “Wait, how did she say it to you? While we’re leaving the house? When did she say it?” 

Chan chuckles awkwardly, scratching his nape as he avoids everyone's gaze. “Well, she didn’t actually say it.” 

“What do you mean?” Chan sighs quietly. “I kinda read her mind.” 

“You what?” 

Woojin smiles. He knows about it. Chan tells him everything. He trusts the vampire as much as the vampire trusts him.

Apparently, after gate crashing, Jeongin and Chan's supposed ��home visit”, while they were heading out one by one outside, Chan made eye contact with Jeongin’s mom. And it’s as if all her thoughts flow simultaneously in his head.

The sole thought that actually caught his attention was ‘I really wish Jeongin would spend more time with you guys. I don’t even mind if you all move in together. I’d be glad.’

“So you just read her mind? Dude! That’s Jeongin’s mom!”

Chan raises his hands, stopping Changbin’s assumptions midway. “Hang on. I didn’t purposely read her mind. I told you a couple of times before, that’s not possible for even the strongest vampires.” Hyunjin shifts from his seat, attaching himself more to Woojin. His eyes finding Chan's, opening his mouth to ask the question: “Then how?”

“You guys know I can only read minds when that certain person gives me access to their memories and thoughts. However, that doesn’t mean I can read everything. I can only hear some random thoughts and those thoughts that are just on the surface of their brains.” Taking a deep breath, Chan stood up, fetching his phone near the TV before plopping back down on his seat.

“It’s like she purposely allowed you to hear her thoughts? Or she just unconsciously let you hear them.” Woojin eyes Chan curiously. The vampire said the same thing. Although, he wasn’t quite sure himself if that was the case. “No one would know. Only Auntie can answer that question.” the room went still and silent.

Breaking the silence, Minho spoke up. “We can rule out the assumption that his parents did not give him the permission to live with us.” Chan nodded. Crossing his arms, Woojin slumped on his seat. “That’s actually the only one to cross out. We have no idea why he doesn’t want to live here.” Everyone else agreed with the alpha. Jeongin never told them the reason why. He would always avoid answering the follow up question ‘why?’

“Not even you, Woojin?” Hyunjin assumed that the sole person who could convince Jeongin was Woojin. He’s the alpha and almost like the oldest member of the family. 6 pairs of eyes, excluding Woojin, stared at Seungmin. The witch gave each of them a dirty look. “Get your stinking eyes off of me or else… The suitcase?” shivering across the room was Hyunjin, his face was pale and he was shaking against Woojin’s chest. Seungmin held his chin high, feeling like he won the world cup.

Going back to the topic. Woojin had no chance either. Unlike the other boys, he did not bribe nor push the boy to move in. He sometimes, almost casually just brings it up and when he feels like the Jeongin was getting uncomfortable with the topic, he would brush it off and move on.

He didn’t want the boy to feel obliged to move in with them just because Seungmin was there. 

"I know."

"Thank god you finally said it." Woojin eyed Chan. The vampire looked around the room. "What? I thought you guys didn't know?"

He saw Hyunjin rolling his eyes. "Duh? We know that you know."

"So spill." In unison, they crossed their arms and faced Chan.

"Ok! Geez." He touched his nape uncomfortably. All this attention is unnerving. "He said he's okay with our current status. Visiting us often here, we hang out outside. He said that moving in here was a big decision to make and that he's not ready to take it." They saw how the vampire's sullen eyes grew sadder. "We can't blame him. Humans hate change. They need ample time to adapt and Jeongin's still quite young and vulnerable."

They felt bad for making Chan feel bad.

Minho stood up, he walked to Chan's side and put a hand over his shoulder. "It's fine. At least we get to hang out with him in general. That's better than nothing, right guys?" the rest agreed. They reassured Chan that none of it was his fault.

Woojin offered to order some pizza and chicken. Food always kept them away from such heavy topics.

“But hey guys. Did you hear what Chan said earlier?” Jisung managed to utter the question before taking another big bite from his pizza, his cheeks bulging with food. He almost resembled a squirrel. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Seungmin looked at the wolf in disgust, rolling his eyes when Jisung flipped him off.

“What was it?” Chan tilted his head curiously, he waited for Jisung to answer Felix’s question. Their eyes shifted from Jisung to Minho who instead answered the question. 

“He called Jeongin’s mom ‘Auntie’.” 

If it was possible for a vampire to blush, Chan would be red as the blood he was drinking.

Oh god was he so embarrassed. He hadn’t realized that word slipped out from his mouth, and how the hell did they even manage to catch that with such a heavy subject matter? And alas, the teasing began. It was unbelievable that a vampire like him would never be taken seriously in that mansion.

“You guys are utter dick-nuggets. I’m gonna murder you all with a trowel.”

-

The cold winter breeze hummed outside the shop. With his head hung long, Chan sat behind the counter, a half-empty flask of blood on his hand. As the door swung open, a familiar waft of human blood came in contact with his nose, not just any human. Chan's calm face turned firm as he heard a voice that annoyed him to bits decades ago. “Hey, Chan!” his eyebrows twitched in annoyance. He stood up, coming into view of 3 people. Two of which he was unfamiliar with. 

With a bat of his eyes the door instantly locked with a subtle ‘click’ making the 2 new faces look back. “Kazuo.” The man laughed, he was used to Chan's attitude towards him, but he could at least hide his utter disgust towards him. 

Ignoring the vampire, Kazuo went around the counter, sitting down like a boss. When he was about to put up his foot on the table, he received a very terrifying gaze from the vampire. “Woah woah. Alright, geez.” he threw his hands up in defeat, signalling the two boys to come sit down with him. Chan eyed the two identical faces as they walked past him sitting down beside Kazuo, both of them staring at him like he was an antique piece too, well technically he is. 

With a heavy sigh, Chan proceeded to the fridge, shoving his flask inside. “Any drinks?” His voice had the most unpleasant and unwelcoming tone ever. The guests couldn’t feel at least an ounce of hospitality from his actions. They were unwanted and Chan was shoving it in their faces.

“Nah. Don’t want to piss you off some more.” thinning his lips Chan sighed, now trying his best to glance at the ‘guests’. “I insist.” Kazuo chuckles, irking Chan’s nerves even more. “We’ll have some tea, right boys?” the two boys nodded in unison before turning their heads back to Chan, almost melting him with their curious stares.

“Ah, yes boys. Stare all you can. That’s a very ancient and powerful vampire right there. You don’t often see that in this light and day.” If he had Seungmin’s hexing powers, Chan would’ve had the 3 ‘guests’ throw up cockroaches the moment they stepped in the shop. After tea was served, he sat on the opposite side of the table facing them. He rested his elbows on the table, staring directly into Kazuo’s eyes. Kazuo shivered discreetly, he didn’t want to show the twins nor Chan that he was afraid of the latter.

“What do you want?”

He smirked, taking a sip of the tea before placing it back down on the table. Kazuo glanced at the twins beside him. “That’s really how you talk to an old pal?” Chan furrowed his eyebrows. “As far as I can remember, we were never pals, Kazuo. I stayed at your grandfather's dojo for a few decades and that was it. We were never friends, nor acquaintances.” Kazuo did an action where he pretended to be shot in the heart, he pouted still gripping his chest.

“Man, sugarcoat your words just a little bit, okay? You’re too harsh.” Chan shrugged, he stood up and turned his back to get a fresh new flask in the fridge. 3 pairs of eyes bore on his back, taking his time leisurely opening the cap and swigging down one mouthful of blood. He turned to his heel and saw the amazed faces from the boys.

“That’s really scary.” one of the twins who has a significantly higher voice than the other stared at his mouth in surprise. Chan brought his hand up to his mouth and wiped the blood that obviously ran down his chin.

“Is that really blood? Do you harvest it from people you attack? Where do you hide the bodies? I want to see it.” the same twin who spoke earlier wiggled excitedly in his seat, his eyes sparked with excitement. Chan slumped in his chair, he placed the flask on the table and played with the lid with his right hand. He stared deeply at the boy.

“First of all, those are corpses. Not some kind of animal at a zoo. Second, I don’t attack people, that’s against the law-” lifting up a finger he halted the boy in his words. “The human law and the supernatural beings law. And lastly, please don’t say the word ‘harvest’. You make it sound like I own a farm made of human corpses.” 

The irksome twin finally shuts up, but when Chan is lulled into a false sense of security, the other one speaks up. His voice and attitude are far more different than the others. “So are you born a bloodhound?” the color on Kazuo’s face vanished, he straightened up from his seat and smacked the twin hard on the back of his head. “Ow! What the hell!” he scowled at Kazuo but his expression grew curious as he saw the horrified look on the latter’s face. 

Lights flickered inside the shop and soon enough they were engulfed in darkness. The cold winter breeze roared outside the shop. The temperature grew more suffocating and colder. “Do you ever shut up, Vaughn?” He cautiously turns to the vampire. Piercing red blood eyes bore on his face, his eyes faltering down Chan's canine teeth. Kazuo swallows the lump on his throat. He was too reckless. He should’ve given more warnings to the twins before visiting.

Even though Chan acts indifferent towards him, the vampire respects his family, especially his grandfather. However, Chan could turn his back against them and kill each and every member of their family with just his deadly stare. Kazuo stands up and bows, pushing the heads of the twins along with him as he manages to shout an apology. He turns to his heel, dragging the twins to the door. 

SLAM! The door shuts right before he could reach out for the doorknob. He lets go of the twins, clasping the knob on both his hands. He twists and turns, he nudges the door with his shoulder but it’s sealed shut.  Ah, that’s when he knew he was screwed. Encountering Chan in an open area with a lot of people walking around is dangerous. But being locked inside a room with the ranging vampire? Suicide is the only escape. 

Kazuo musters up his courage. “Chan, I apologize on behalf of the twins. Please open the door.” As he turns around, the twins hurriedly hide behind him. Just like he predicted, Chan was already in front of him. His expression was cold and bland, but the searing color of his eyes were enough to say he was infuriated. “I’ll open it once those brats apologize.” the three of them flinched in fright as Chan emphasized the word ‘brats’.

The twins shiver in fear as they take a step forward, bowing their heads. “We’re sorry!” they didn’t waste a second when the door shot open, the twins stumbled to freedom. Kazuo wanted to turn to his heel and sprint out of the shop, but his head was telling him otherwise. It wasn’t the best option.

“I’m really sorry about those two. Let’s talk tomorrow.” Chan, who was still in angry vampire mode, snickered. “Just you.” 

Kazuo nodded. “Yeah. Okay. Just me, tomorrow.” he turned to his heel, he knew he was not coming back for weeks just to ease his PTSD after this. Sighing in relief as soon as he stepped outside the shop. That scared the living shit out of him. He remembered the times he used to tease Chan and get traumatized afterwards. Really, that man is blood-curdling.

As he stood there to calm down his racing heart, there he saw Seungmin crossing the road towards his direction. He must be visiting Chan. 

Seungmin looked both ways before jogging to the other side. His eyes land on Kazuo for a second before travelling to two identical figures near a black sedan. They were both shaking in fear and were pale as a sheet. They looked like they just saw a ghost. “Not a ghost, I believe.” sighing, he shakes his head and walks towards the door.

He abruptly stopped feeling a hand on his arm. “Woah there. I won’t go in there if I were you. Chan is on his kill-mode.” Kazuo tried to hide his fear behind a laugh but failed miserably as the witch stared at him blankly before brushing off his grip. He cleared his throat.

“What did you do?”

Kazuo's eyes widened. “I didn’t do anything! I swear!” Seungmin faced him. “Really? Then why do they look like that?” he points at the twins, now sitting on the pavement. “It was an accident.” 

Seungmin sighs one last time, he turns to his back and mutters “It better be.”

The door slammed shut. The three of them heard muffled shouting inside the shop. Kazuo prayed to all the gods for Seungmin’s safety, as much as he hated his attitude, Seungmin was a good friend. 

And he didn’t want him to die just there. Oh god, it was like he went inside a cage with a hungry and pissed off lion. 

“What the hell did you do?” As soon as the door closed, he flung a thick spell book at Chan, hitting him dead on the head. The eerie feeling sent shivers down his spine all the way to the soles of his feet. 

“I didn’t do anything! That fucking brat called me a bloodhound.” Seungmin simmered down a bit. Oh no, that’s a very taboo word for Chan. It was the worst name you could ever call a vampire. Derogatory.

Chan was hurt, he usually doesn’t mind it but being called like that made him feel like he was an animal, like he was the lowest.

With a deep sigh, Seungmin drops the books he was about to fling to Chan (for the second and third time) neatly on a table. “Alright, they were wrong. But you shouldn’t have scared them like that.” Chan furrows his eyebrows. His fangs slowly disappear and his eyes turn back to their usual color. “I don’t care.” but he did, deep down he cared more than anyone else.

Seungmin smiles. Chan was always portrayed as that cold hearted person he never was. He was gentle, caring and supporting. He just comes out aloof because he doesn’t want any attention from him. He just wanted to show he cared, and doesn’t want anything back.

“Okay, I’ll go get Kazuo. Maybe ask him to send the twins home for now. I’m guessing he wanted to talk to you?” Chan nods. Seungmin gives him a pat on his shoulder before going out of the shop. 

“You okay?” 

“I’m fine, Kazuo. He wants you to come in.” he looks behind Kazuo, eyeing the twins.

“And I think it’s best for you two to leave out of this.” The twins couldn’t agree more. They gave him a nod and hurriedly went in the car. Seungmin smiles at the familiar driver.

"Are you sure he’s safe now?” 

“Chan is always safe.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Seungmin gave him a shrug. He walks back in the shop, calling out to Kazuo. “Ah, shit.” he clearly had no choice but to follow Seungmin.

“Stay here.” He ordered the twins sitting on the back seat. He asked the driver to look after them before going back to the shop. The lights were back to normal and the heavy atmosphere dispersed quite a while now. He pokes his head on one of the shelves and sees Chan's back behind the counter.

“Kazuo, come here.” Seungmin calls him. He slowly makes his way to their location. As he cautiously circles the counter, he sees Seungmin was sitting down. That’s why Chan's back was turned against him.

He quietly sits down beside Seungmin, keeping a good distance from Chan. “Great! You traumatized him.” Seungmin threw his hands in the air and gave Chan a judging glare.  “He was always terrified of me back in the days. He’ll be fine.” Kazuo glares at Chan too. The vampire really gave him multiple frights back then. Chuckling, Seungmin stops both of them. “Alright, kids. No more fighting. Kazuo, why don’t you tell us why you are here?”

Kazuo fixes up his hoodie and slumps onto the chair. “The twins are my half-brothers. Vaughn is the noisy one and Vincent is the calm one. They’re identical.” Seungmin snaps his fingers. The broken cups and, now cold, teapot disappeared. With a second snap, a fresh hot pot of tea and 2 cups appear on the table. Kazuo holds up his cup, the teapot floats in the air and fills up his cup. He looks at Chan. “The old man wants you to train them.” Chan snickers in disbelief. He pulls himself up the counter and crosses his arms. “The answer is no.” 

“I knew that. But he forced me and the twins to go here. He insisted.” Seungmin’s head snaps.  “You mean, your grandfather is here?” Kazuo nods.

“And so he returns.” Chan murmurs, his eyes lost in the cluster of books on the floor. Kazuo glances at them both, clearing his throat, he leans on the table.

"I won't do it."

Kazuo smiles meekly, "I know you won't." Chan raised an eyebrow at him.

"Then why did you still come here?"

The red head's thumb fidgeted on the tea cup. He tried to form the correct words in his head to avoid being strangled to death. "Grandpa never insisted before. I wondered why he wanted you to take command of the twins so much."

"He must have a purpose for them." Chan replied. The topic irked his interest.

"Everyone in the clan has a purpose. So why didn't he let them train there just like everybody else? Why did he have to come back to Korea just for them?"

Chan thinned his lips. The issue grew larger. He thought that after he refused, profusely, the Sofia's would go on their merry way. This isn't the first time he was asked to train someone in the Sofia clan. What's first for him was that it was a direct order from the leader.

"It's still a no." he decided to just refuse him. To end the conversation at that. Kazuo smiled, Seungmin somehow thought he smiled in relief. Relieved that Chan said no. "I'll tell him. You have to be careful."

Now what did that mean?

“So, what’s your connection with Jeongin?” he saw how Chan's jaw clenched, having Seungmin around gave him a new source of courage. And talking for a while with the vampire kinda calmed him down.

“Saw him hang out here and at your mansion all the time.” He turns to Seungmin, exaggerating his actions with his hands. Oh how that irked Chan.

“Seungmin, you moved in with the wolves? That’s great. My old man wondered where the mischievous bakeneko and freckled fox went. Turns out you also welcomed him into your ‘family’.” 

The topic went from fun to heavy in just a second. Forget the tiny sense of friendliness from the redhead.

“Can I get a piece of that family love too? I’m also a supernatural being. You won’t grow cold with me in the house. I swear I’ll behave.” Seungmin was sure Kazuo did not have a clue about the wolves nor Felix and Minho. Plus, he never recalled telling him about moving in with Chan.

“Your connections are fucking insane.” Seungmin brushed it off as a joke, but he knew Kazuo really had them investigated. And Chan sensed it a while back. “Yeah, I have my ways.” Kazuo smugly exclaimed. 

“So, who is he?” he smirks at Chan, irking a few nerves. “He’s a good friend.” Chan answers discreetly. Kazuo makes an impressive expression, mocking the vampire.

“Okay. When did you meet him?” 

“That’s none of your business.” 

“I guess so.” Kazuo nods his head multiple times as the room stays silent. “Is he moving in with you guys too, or?” This time, Chan was pissed. His eyes flashed red for a few seconds. “Drop it, Sofia.” It was a warning. And Kazuo got the message clear and precise. 

The witch was impressed. He never thought Kazuo feared anyone else but his grandfather. And there he was, witnessing a trembling Sofia in front of Chan. That vampire is really something else.

“Kazuo,” 

“Hm?” Seungmin almost breaks into a grin. The look on the man’s face was so desperate. Like he wanted to escape his current situation ASAP. “Do you know Ms. Yoo from the Music Department?” Kazuo looks at him weirdly but answers his question nonetheless.

“Yeah. I’m surprised you didn’t know about her.”

Seungmin tilts his head. Know her? He does know her, she’s a professor at his university. He sees her on campus. Kazuo opens his mouth in disbelief, he was shocked about Seungmin not knowing Ms. Yoo.

“Seriously? You don’t know her?” 

“Well I do, I see her in school.” the witch retaliates. By now, Kazuo was scoffing.

"She was also Merlin’s Descendant.”

-

Seungmin sees Kazuo off. His words are still lingering in his head. Ms. Yoo was also Merlin’s attendant?  How is that even possible? He can spot a fellow descendant just by their stature. But Ms. Yoo? He didn’t even think she was related to supernatural beings. “Hey, Kazuo. Why did you ask about Jeongin? Were you just teasing Chan?” he answered with a shrug. Seungmin watched as the car disappeared around the corner. He stood there with his mushy thoughts.

As the winter breeze swept away the leaves on the pavement. Seungmin decided to go back to the shop. He searched for Chan, poking his head around the counter and walking around the shelves and items. “Must be upstairs.”

Flipping the open sign to closed, Seungmin pulled down the blinds on the windows before ascending to Chan's room upstairs. 

Chan mutters a low ‘come in’ as he hears a soft knock on his door. “Hey.” Seungmin sits on the worn down sofa in Chan's room. It was the only set of furniture in there besides the bed and a small wardrobe. “You okay?” the bed squeaks as Chan plops down on it. He leans forward and gathers both his hands.

“I need to investigate too.” 

“Chan, you know you can’t.” Seungmin warns him.

“Kazuo is a Sofia. And you know those lots aren’t to be messed with. He was warning us about something. Let's heed that warning and just let them be.” of course he knew that. He lived with that family for decades. He knew how powerful they were. Out of frustration, Chan runs a hand through his hair, tugging on his curly locks.

“I know that. But, Seungmin,” he stands up and sits down beside the witch. “They know about Jeongin. They know he's my bondmate. They want him so they could take a hold of me.” Seungmin feared that too. As soon as the boy’s name rolled off Kazuo’s tongue, he knew something was up. They just don’t know Jeongin as a random university student who likes to hang out with them. They know more than that. Maybe even more than them. 

Seungmin puts a hand on Chan’s lap, he squeezes, reassuring him that it will be okay. “I know. This is bad. But, Chan..” they lock eyes.

“Once you mess with them. You mess with all of them.” the vampire bites his lower lip.

“You alone can’t handle the 11 families.” 

The strength that gave him the courage to confront the Sofia's, vanished into thin air. The 11 families. Those people are horrible, selfish and hungry for power. He hated them. He lived long enough to see how those people reigned over others. How they killed into superiority. “Look. I know you’re strong. We all know that. But the 11 families outnumber you. A million to one. Don’t make haste decisions.” 

Chan stands up and gets ready to leave. He slips on his leather jacket and picks up the helmet on his bed. But before he could close the door behind him, he stopped and listened to what Seungmin had to say. 

“Don’t pick a fight with the Sofia’s. Or else this country will burn into cinders.”

#stray kids #skz #stray kids au #skz au #hero's soup #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #stray kids smut #kpop #kpop au #kpop supernatural au #stray kids supernatural au #stray kids story #bangchan #woojin #minho #changbin #hyunjin #jisung #felix #seungmin #jeongin #vampire au #vampire chan au #kpop vampire au #wolf au

[itisannak]

Speak your mind (Ashton Irwin Smut)

Summary: Michael's sister, (Y/N), has been crushing on Ashton for the longest time. Based on Sexual Prompt #55: "I've never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly." (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Public Sex) (Request) (Words: 3.2k)

I walk slowly on the beach, letting the sand get between my toes. It is very calm at this time of the day, very few people being here after the sun went down. I love walking on the beach, especially when it gets a little chilly and windy and the salt mixes with the breeze. I close my eyes, trying to clean my head; I knew that coming here and seeing Ashton would send me into a rabbit hole. It is wrong and immoral, he is practically like a brother to me. And of course, I have to fight extra hard not to let my brother, Michael, know about my feelings for his best friend, but all of this is eating me alive. I can't spend too much time around them, especially around Ashton.

I know that everything I am feeling is one-sided, at least everything romantic-wise. To him, I am nothing more than just Michael's little sister. But every time I see him, my heart skips a bit and I have butterflies in my stomach. Nothing of that would have happened if Ashton wasn't so fucking nice to me and looked like a Greek God.

I walk back to Michael's house; well, the beach house he rented for a getaway now that I am here. I feel drained, every ounce of energy in my body left behind. I just want to lay on my bed and listen to some music. But I know that this will set Michael off, make him worry. "(Y/N), we've been waiting for you to start eating." Michael shouts the moment he hears me shut the door. "We? I thought Crystal left earlier because she had a photoshoot..." I ask as I walk to the kitchen. But my question pretty much answers itself the moment my eyes land on the guys, sprawled around the island. Of course, my eyes glue a little longer on Ashton who smiles and waves at me. I smile back and still feel my heart tighten, excitement coursing through my body. "Hey, guys. Give me a moment to wash up and I'll be right back." I wave at all of them and walk towards the bathroom. I just need a minute to myself before I go inside and pretend that my heart is not burning for him.

I take my seat on the island, trying to be as far away from him as possible; even feeling him in the same room makes my knees weak. "Can you pass me some pad thai?" I ask, placing my plate in front of me. "Sorry kid. Ashton took the last bit." Calum says, pointing to his friend's plate. "We can share." Ashton says, standing up and walking to me. "No, it's ok. I can get something else to eat." I mumble but Ashton is already pouring some on my plate. "I insist. We can split and I can eat something extra after, don't worry about it." He replies and takes the seat next to me. He smiles and digs in his food, making my heart melt. Fuck, I might die today. "So, we were talking with the guys and we thought of having a bonfire in the backyard. We can play some music, have a drink, share stories. You know, do chill stuff." Michael suggests as I take my first bite. "I don't know... I mean sure, you can go ahead and do it, but I want to pass." I reply and hear Michael sigh. "Come on (Y/N), it won't be the same without you. And I think you could use a little bit of chilling. You've been a bit blue ever since you got here." Michael comments, making my face heat up. "I am fine, really. I am a bit tired, but that's all." I brush it off and continue eating my food. "It's ok. Don't pressure her. But, she has to promise she will come with us tomorrow at the beach." Ashton says, nudging my shoulder and winking. "We will see about that, Mr. Irwin." I tease him, winking back.

I lay on my bed, music playing through my earbuds, a smile spread on my lips from spending time with Ashton. I swear, he is the greatest human ever; he tries to cheer everyone up, he has a great sense of humor and he is so soft and innocent, it is insane.

The silent knock on my door, makes me snap out of my thoughts. "Come in." I whisper. The door opens slowly, a light creaking all that is being heard. "Hey, mind if I join you?" Ashton walks inside on his tiptoes. "Hey. I didn't know you would stay here tonight..." I comment as I sit up. "Everyone did. It would be stupid to drive all the way back tonight and come back here in the morning." "Drive here in the morning?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows. "Did you seriously forget that you promised you will join the beach party in the morning?" He asks, fucking being shocked. "I solemnly apologize." I giggle as he lays on the bed, motioning me to do the same. I lay on my back, trying to keep a distance from Ashton, but the single bed is not very accommodating for both of us. "Well, I will have to punish you, don't you think?" Ashton asks and winks at me. My stomach gets tied in a knot and I feel my throat dry up. "And with what kind of punishment are you planning to do it?" I ask, clearly pushing every boundary. Ashton chuckles and grabs the earbud that was resting on the mattress between us. "Let's listen to some music, yes?" He asks, radically changing the subject. "Can't sleep, huh?" I ask as I place the earbud in my ear. "Have had easier nights..." He sighs, looking at the ceiling "Why so?" I ask, turning to look at him. "I have a lot in my mind. I need to put them in order to relax and fall asleep." He explains, bringing a hand to his face. "Get up." I order, pulling the earbud from him. "What? Why?" He asks surprised. "Do you trust me?" I ask back. He just sighs and nods. "Then get up." "I always do that when I have to put my mind in order. Well, usually, I do it barefoot, but I'd rather not now that we are in darkness." I rumble as we walk side by side along the sea bank. "Chicken." Ashton giggles, earning a slap on the arm. "I am not." I protest, giggling. Ashton laughs and takes my hand in his, making my heart stop. His fingers tangle with mine, holding my hand steadily. "I am glad you took me out of the house. I needed some fresh air." He says, his voice soft and soothing. "I know. It gets suffocating sometimes. Wanna tell me what bugs you?" I ask, looking at him; his face changes, from calm to tensed and stressed. "It's really stupid. And one of the things that shouldn't be bothering me. I mean, it is wrong and I hate myself for being in this situation, but... can you fight your feelings?" He asks, turning to look at me. "You really can't. So, I assume this is about a girl..." I sigh, my head spinning and bitterness in my mouth. I can't believe I am talking about my crush's crush. "It's more than that. But really, there is no need to talk about it right now." He tries to brush me off, but I am turning a lot more curious. "No, tell me. I might be able to help." I insist. At least, I will get more information about this girl. "(Y/N), I said there is no need to talk about it." Ashton sighs, trying to keep calm, but clearly running out of patience. "No, I really want to help you. Do I know the girl? Can I help, like convince her on how awesome you are, and how lucky she would be if she were with you, how stupid she would be if she rejects you..." I rumble. Ashton giggles and rubs his face, biting the inside of his cheek. "(Y/N), he is my best friend's sister..." Ashton says, shrugging his shoulders while smiling. "Mali? You are crushing on Mali?" I ask, almost shouting it, but then realizing that I can really be heard on an empty beach. "Are you serious right now, (Y/N)?" Ashton asks. "What? Luke doesn't have a sister, and I don't know your other best friends... It was a logical assumption." I exclaim. Ashton steps in front of me, taking my hands in his and pulling me closer. "Calum is not my only best friend in the band that has a sister..." Ashton says, looking at me and waiting until I realize what he is talking about.

And then it dawns on me, and I look at him almost tearing up, taking a deep breath before I fall into his arms. "She has a crush on you too. Ever since the time you and the guys had a sleepover at her house, and you were the only one that agreed on her staying to watch the movie you were watching. And then, even more, when you brought her chicken nuggets every time you got to her home after work to have practice. And even more now, that she knows you feel the same as well." I say and tilt my head to the side, looking at him for a reaction. "Well, I didn't fall for you because you brought my chicken nuggets after work." He giggles. "That was not my point, Irwin." I chuckle, punching lightly his chest. "Yeah, I get the general theme..." He replies, leaning down to kiss me.

It feels like my 14-year-old self is high fiving me; my ultimate crush is kissing me, and it feels so right. His hands rest on my cheeks, keeping my head close as he deepens the kiss. I hold his wrists, parting my lips to give him access. I moan as his arm wraps around my waist; it feels too good, feeling my body against his, all of this being breath-taking. "Fuck my life..." Ashton moans, still not breaking from my lips. I know exactly what he means; just the thought of Michael learning about this, gives me creepy chills. "Don't think about it." I reply, trying to pull away but he keeps me there, pulled up against him. "I am not." He replies, his hand squeezing my ass. I groan but in a very satisfied way. "Fuck." I groan, shivering, and wiggling against him. I feel my stomach tighten and my chest getting heavy as I rub against his bulge. "Stop me before it is too fucking late." Ashton groans, his hand that was on my face moving down my neck. I smirk as my hand brushes again 'accidentally' over his hard-on. "I've never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly." I whimper, earning a chuckle from him. "Have you ever had sex on the beach, princess?" He asks me, twisting his hands in my hair and pulling my head back. "You mean right here?" I ask as his lips travel down my neck. He hums and softly traces his mouth down my collarbone. "It is way too late, no one will see us, and there is this spot right over there that is secluded." He says in his low voice. "Was this whole thing planned?" I ask; thankfully, his arm is still supporting my waist, because my knees are already feeling wonky. "You brought me here." He says, chuckling. "Fuck, I need you." I reply, holding onto him.

We basically stumble over the place Ashton referred to while we made out. I take off my kimono and lay it on the sand, laying with my back on it. Ashton stares at me, his jaw tensed. "What?" I ask. "All the times that I have imagined having sex with you, and this one never crossed my mind." He chuckles, kneeling down, and hovering over me. "Sometimes, reality is way better than imagination." I respond and pull him by his t-shirt to bring him close for a kiss. "Sometimes it is." He replies and brings his lips to mine. "No foreplay. I need you. I've been having this fantasy in my head for years now..." I plead and bite his lip. "Have you ever touched yourself while thinking of me, princess?" He asks, undoing the strings of my sweat shorts. "Lots of times." I reply, moaning as his fingers graze my stomach. "Fuck... Who would have thought, little innocent (Y/N)..." He chuckles, lowering my shorts along with my panties. "I am not little... And I am definitely not innocent." I reply, making him chuckle. "Show me then." He provokes me, making me even more turned on.

I flip us over, landing Ashton on his back while I straddle his waist. I lower his bottoms and palm him over his boxers, teasing him a little and feeling how hard I've made him. "You said no teasing. " He growls through greeted teeth. I put my hand between my thighs, rubbing my fingers from my hole to my clit, falling forward as I finally attend to the feeling between my legs. I spread my wetness, getting ready for Ashton. "Don't make me put you on your back and fuck your brains out, princess." He groans as I continue rubbing myself. "That doesn't sound too bad." I reply. "It will when I bring you to your edge and don't let you cum." He threatens, making my jaw hit the ground.

With quick movements, I lower his boxers and grab his cock in my hand, pumping him a couple of times before I line his tip in front of my entrance. I dip my hips down and take him in, releasing a scream of pleasure as his dick stretches my walls. Ashton hisses, grabbing my hips. "You are... so... fucking tight." He growls, guiding my hips slowly, giving me time to adjust to him. I put my weight on my forearms as I slowly buck my hips down on him. I gasp every time I move, feeling him hit different spots with every thrust. He bucks his hips against mine, one of his hands sliding down my hips to my clit, his thumb pressing my bundle of nerves. I practically bounce on him after a minute, trying to get all I can get. I don't mind the slight sting of pain I have with every movement, it just adds to the feeling. I can feel his touch burn my skin, his fingertips feeling like fire on me. "Your tits look so pretty bouncing under that top." He writhes, making me smirk. I bring one hand and pull my tank top down, freeing my boobs and giving him a better view. "God..." He whimpers, moving his thumb to stroke my clit in soft circles.

I lean down and engulf his lips with mine, bouncing my ass and taking him deeper. He hits right on my back wall, his veins grazing against my walls as I go. I run my tongue across his bottom lip, claiming dominance. His hand is still between our bodies, rubbing my nub of nerves and making butterflies erupt in my stomach. I gasp and shiver as I take him balls deep inside me, my skin slapping against his. "You are so fucking big." I cry and rest my head on the crook of his neck. I bounce on him and feel the knot in the pit of my stomach tightening up. I grind down on his cock, feeling his veins throb inside me. "You feel so good around me..." He groans, moving his hips against mine. I hold back my orgasm the best way I can, but it is getting harder with every movement; Ashton throbbing inside me, his thumb and skin grazing my clit, the feeling that we are both exposed and might get caught adding to the rush inside me. "I am so close..." I whimper, digging my nails on his shoulders. "Cum, princess. I want to feel you pulsing around me." He hisses, licking his lips and throwing his head back. I just stare at him, watching him being in so much pleasure that makes my brain go fuzzy. I cum around him, arching my back and pressing my chest on his. I have to bite his neck to not be heard through the whole area, the warm pleasure coursing through my body. "Fuck... And I thought it couldn't get better. Fuck..." He hisses, thrusting upward sloppily to hit his high.

I feel him cum in me, his warm sticky seed erupting in me. I groan, still moving my hips to prolong my orgasm. I collapse on him, my body feeling numb. Ashton brings his hand away from my clit slowly, making me jolt a little. "This was fucking amazing." Ashton pants, rubbing my lower back softly with his thumb. "Can you not talk to me for a minute, please? I am in heaven right now." I whisper and close my eyes, letting the whole feeling run in me. Ashton chuckles and rubs my back in circles, giving me time to come back down. "Are you feeling ok?" He asks me as I sigh. "I... I don't really know..." I mumble and Ashton hums. "Want to tell me what's inside your pretty brain, princess?" He asks, tilting my chin to look in my eyes. "I don't think we should talk about it right now." I reply, looking away. He pushes my chin and makes me look at him again, looking at me softly. "We've been keeping inside us the fact that we see each other in a more than friendly way. Imagine what could have happened if we just spoke our minds earlier. Just tell me what is going on." He sighs, pecking on my lips softly. "Are you sure about it, Ash? I mean..." "Tell me (Y/N)..." Ashton smiles and strokes my cheek. "Ok, was this a one-time thing?" I ask. "Do you want it o be a one-time thing?" He asks me. "It's not about what I want. It is about what you feel. What I feel... It's about what we both want. And then again, we have to think of Michael. I don't want to hurt my brother, and you don't want to hurt your best friend. But, we can't just suppress everything, just because Michael might get hurt. If we both have feelings for each other, we can't just hurt ourselves to please Michael." I rumble, making Ashton giggle. "We are adults, all three of us. And I don't want this to be a one-time thing. And I can tell you don't as well. And Michael will just get it. Because he loves you, and he loves me, and if he understands that this is the best, for both of us, he will wrap his brain around it." "You really think so?" I ask. "I know so." He smiles at me, making me smile as well. "So, do you want to try this?" I ask, shrugging my shoulders. "More than anything..." He replies, pulling me in for a kiss.

My Masterlist

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[clownpool]

*whispers all the kyjae texts thanks 😈*

–––––– KYLE ; ( @Renjae ): Send “✆” for a MORNING text. 

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 06:46: gm

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 06:47: i woke up eoarly ot text you good morning since i know you wake up around this timev. 

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 06:47: but now i’m going bacik to sleep because bi ccan’t be awake this early. so gm and gn. 🙂

–––––– KYLE ; ( @Renjae ): Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 19:50: The reason why I haven’t told you about our kiss is because I keep thinking like what if it didn’t mean anything to you and thats why you havent remembered it. and if thats the case, I dont want to remember it either because that hurts... but I also know that something traumatic happened to you so I dont want to flood you with more concerns because thats not cool and also theres the fact that if I tell you then that means we both realize we actually like each other and that is scary because your my favorite person in the world and I dont know how i’ll be able to handle that news i may just die of happiness

–––––– KYLE ; ( @Renjae ): Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. 

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 17:05: I can’t explain, but if you’re there, you have to leave HQ. 

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 17:05: NOW.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 17:06: Something bad is gonna happen, and you can’t be there. Just trust me.

–––––– KYLE ; ( @Renjae ): Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 22:36: you ever think about how cute oyu actuaally are? like do you ever sit and tahink about it because xi do. not with me i onxly think aobout you.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 22:36: y

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 22:37: uo kneow? asol i'm sorroy ii electrocute you somet.smie.. i just get excited ahnd i can't help it.i apctually kind of liek it a lot.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 22:37: i laso think you aer gprcnie charming. yare you prince charming

–––––– KYLE ; ( @Renjae ): Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. 

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 13:45: I just told Nemo that DND night is cancelled. 

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 13:45: Andres already knows, so you gotta tell Gabs and Bry and we’re all set.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 13:47: Since your Mom has that date tonight... I figured we could hang out in the astral plane or on the actual plane... 🤔

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 13:48: Only if you think we’re finally ready 🙂

–––––– KYLE ; ( @Renjae ): Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 00:28: My dads not mad by the way he was just very suspicious.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 00:28: and made me sit down with him and talk about awkward things again. I was directed to the fish bowl again too.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 00:30: also we’ve gotta keep the door open now-- not just five inches.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 00:31: when he said that I short circuited a little 😬

–––––– KYLE ; ( @Renjae ): Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 12:31: Sometimes there’s not answer for things Ren. Life isn’t always pie graphs and charts and you can’t always plan for things to go your way. it’s not like that! you can’t sit there and try to analyze everything and you can’t just put me in a box of situations that you’ve previously handled

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 12:32: You can’t fix something that isn’t broke. 

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 12:33: There isn’t anything wrong with me or you, we’re fine. and I’m not avoiding you, so stop overthinking it. can’t you just forget it and stop being weird already because it’s not me.  

–––––– KYLE ; ( @Renjae ): Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 11:51: ayYYYYYY lmao

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 11:51: [Image attached]

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 11:53: Do you like my new alien face?  

–––––– KYLE ; ( @Renjae ): Send “@” for a SCARED text.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 23:41: I know it’s late, but I don’t have anywhere else to go.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 23:41: I just found out my entire family has been lying to me this whole entire time. And I have a sister? And my dad left her behind...?! and Scout knew and Judith knew... maybe even Edie knew? I don’t know...

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 23:42: Can I just come over? You’re the only person who feels like home right now.

–––––– KYLE ; ( @Renjae ): Send “&” for a LOVING text.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 13:02:  hey boy, with that face, you must have +10 Charisma 

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 13:02: are you a bard?

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 13:02: cuz you're plucking at my heartstrings.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 13:04: Ren give it up, you can’t win. I hold the title for the best DND pick up lines, and you hold the title for actual thief of my heart. 

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 13:05: Ever been with a rogue...?

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 13:05: We like to do it...

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 13:05: from behind.  😆 🤣 😂 🤫

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 13:06: but also, no really, you pluck my heartstrings right of my chest. 

–––––– KYLE ; ( @Renjae ): Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 20:05: Since our bodies don’t really exist in the astral plane...

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 20:06: Like it’s just our souls it doesn’t really count until we actually... 🙃

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 20:06: –do you catch my drift?

–––––– KYLE ; ( @Renjae ): Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 08:16: Guess who has the car today because Scout’s off in another timeline again? 

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 08:17: This guy!

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 08:17:  [Image attached]

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 08:18: So... chicken nuggets in the car for lunch? 🤔

–––––– KYLE ; ( @Renjae ): Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 14:20: Ya... that’s really nasty Scout. I don’t know how those crumbs got there...

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 14:21: Maybe you should ask Nemo for some cleaning supplies to clean up Dad’s mess.

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 14:21: I agree, we shouldn’t be eating in the car anymore...

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 15:00: Ren, I was obviously lying to get her to stop asking me about it. I’m sorry hahahahahah.

–––––– KYLE ; ( @Renjae ): Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text. 

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 19:34: You’re right. I lied, because I didn’t think you could handle the truth and because I knew you would judge me either way. you want everything perfect in your stupid perfect life. your dad wasn’t perfect so you kicked him out, nemo didn’t perfectly fit in either so you pushed him away, and now i’m not fitting in either because i’m a liar?

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 19:35: I know I’m not perfect, I was stupid to try and be that guy for you

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 19:35: I just hoped that maybe you would try and understand. –I don’t like being the bad guy. I don’t like hurting people, but I have to.

#dnd is the new black texts #dnd is the new black ft; renjae #asks–✧

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Shit I’ve heard college students say

Long overdue quotes of stuff I’ve heard from people during my first year

I hate myself enough, you guys don’t have to hate me

I sold my soul to the devil this summer and went to Planet Fitness

This is college, where kids don’t live with their mom and dad anymore

Can we turn this cube into a circle

GRITTED TEETH I AM NOT, SQUIDWARD.

I’m watching engineering students use a tape measure as a yo-yo

Babysitter you say? Did you realize you just referred yourselves as babies?

Look at all these lab coat motherfuckers

“How do you find the other gays on campus outside this club?” “They roll their sleeves”

“You have to fight those homophobes hand to hand combat now”

“Ariana Grande is that bitch, isn’t she?” everyone cheers

“We stan Helena”

When I came to this club, I was “cis”

and I was standing there, three people dead around me

I lost my virginity on Saturday, just thought you should know

Dude I’m high as fuck right now. Like I ate edibles and smoked a lot last night and the day before. Probably still high right now (this was at the start of a 9 AM class and she was really grateful for the bag of powdered doughnuts I offered since that hunger hits)

Our class is really stupid

I can eat a match

I’m gonna sleep in this pillow fort, comfy, and with all my stuffed animals, and you’re not allowed to look at me

Let’s get these tendies hustlers! chorus of dude bros yelling YEAH

What’s better than this? Guys being dudes

The food tastes better because I’m fucking cute

If you ain’t shaking ass, we throwing you out 

YOU CANT!! DEADFISH!! THIS HANDSHAKE!!

remember when I was little and used to sleep in beds?

IM A VIRGIN AND IM READY TO LOSE IT. WANNA HELP ME?

(Italian hand gesture) You gotta read the classics, like Curious George

I’m holding a bunch of skittles up my sleeves

Is this something that will instantly, painlessly, kill me? (this was some guy talking to his DM privately during a dnd session)

I’m gonna pee, can someone hold my vape?

Death Culture

Every tiktok is cringy

I never heard Drake but I like his name

Cannibalism is not an option

do you know how hard it is being me? Having everyone blaming their problems on me when it comes to the test?

Yeah, I be sucking toes

Proposal: Let’s take laxatives for fun

We should cash in our free pizza tomorrow

That’s why they call it a dream, they’re not real

No, I’m never okay

as a customer is yelling at them over chicken nuggets We’re fry or die out here

Why is your name so stupid

Breakfast is served opens a box of Girl Scout cookies

Bruh why don’t glasses have windshield wipers on them?

I’m gonna have to walk to Cane’s in this

“Oh I killed everyone already.” “That fast?”

Y’all want Pepto?? No Pepto?

I’m a FIEND for extra credit

I went to a party once and saw some white powder so I left. I’m still nervous about that to this day

Happy international women’s day! All ladies can go home

First thing needed to do when we’re drunk, go:

I’m gonna staple a leaf to a canvas and art people will find a meaning to it

Come to my house! I’m brown

If it’s your time, it’s time

“Want me to play some music or something?” “I got the music right here man starts jamming on guitar”

“Y’all ready for spring break?” “Yeah man, I’ve been rolling joints all day”

Along with this presentation, we have a kahoot

We know that much...and that’s all we know

Normal water is gross

When you’re a grad student there is no such thing as breaks. Just pity me for a minute

“Pub quiz! Get in groups.” “Pub?” “Yes.” “Wait pub????” “Just get in groups”

SHAME ON YOUR SKIN!

“Do you want me to beat him up for you?” “It’s up to you!”

I shoulda brought my tweezers with me so you could pluck my eyebrows!

drops pen on the way out I hate this class.

“Okay pick anyone you want to respond next.” “I choose glasses at the end there” “I’M YOUR T.A.”

I don’t even know how to pay my taxes! I just hand them to my dad.

They’re not all white girls but they definitely act like white girls

When was the Quran written?

I don’t know shit about fuck

What’s a waifu????

Someone FARTED in the elevator. No joke. At least wait a lil bit

Oh hey what’s up, yeah I’m gonna have to study for an exam that’s in 30 minutes

Traders Joe slaps

I’m proud of you all being here today. It’s the end end of week 13 and I just wanna lay down and die.

We’re out of chocolate chips, I can’t find them

Man this shit’s thick

Woah woah, you’ve had your last sneeze three sneezes ago!

Fuck your clitoris

Anyways that was fun and I honestly live for writing down the dumb stuff people say

#text post #college #long post #freshman year #out of context #my posts #the college s'mood

[kessielrg]

Fae and Fast Food

Summary: Flash fiction based on two of my ball jointed dolls, Liddell and Shiloh (both bought back in 2015- Liddell is slightly 'older' by 16-ish days).

Rating: K

Word Count: 675 words

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Shiloh was taking too long. Liddel impatiently tapped her fingers against the armrest of her wheelchair. Her other hand was cupping her chin- not that she wanted to watch those humans go about their day. She wanted to be home (or what constituted as home nowadays) and soak in the silence. Being out disturbed her. There was always so much going on; movement, sounds, and sights. Did the people of this world not know how overwhelming it all was? What ignorant creatures. How utterly complacent.

A small adjustment of her head, and Liddel growled in finding that her hair had got caught in some bolt again. She needed to get it cut- maybe dyed too. The hip length gray hair was just a reminder of her cursed state. Of how her own mother never cared about her. All of this could have been avoided if the fairy queen had spoken up when…

“Thank you for waiting,” Shiloh said to her, his voice exceedingly charming, as he approached her again. In his hand was a rather flimsy looking paper bag, with an even more atrocious yellow emblem on the side. Did he spend all this time looking for that?

“As if I had a choice.” she shot back. “You put blocks in the front and back of both rear wheels.”

At this, he looked a bit confused.

“Did I?” he wondered. “How cruel. Let’s remove them, shall we?”

Giving her a charming grin, he placed the paper bag in her lap (whatever was inside was hot- almost too hot to keep there) before bending down at the back wheels. He made sure to remove each wooden block with care. Liddel waited until he removed the last one to take the wheel handles and force the wheelchair back as fast as she should. Shiloh was able to avoid having his fingers run over, but she did manage to knick the side of his foot. A small grunt escaped his lips, otherwise he didn’t say a word.

Shiloh stood back up and adjusted himself before taking the paper bag off of Liddel’s lap. Liddel was already trying to leave the area as he ruffled through its contents. She stopped when she realized he wasn’t following.

“I’m leaving.” she announced. Shiloh didn’t seem to acknowledge her. Instead, he sat down on a nearby park bench. Making sure he was comfortable, Shiloh then pulled out the bag’s contents. It was a small rectangular box with even more of that hideous logo- this time with some purple accents.

“What is that?” Liddel questioned, moving closer to her caretaker. It was more out of annoyance than any genuine curiosity.

“I believe the humans call it ‘fast food.’” Shiloh mused. He opened up the top half of the container to reveal 10 brown-ish food things. The shapes resembled each other enough, and yet, not at all. “Chicken nuggets are considered the pinnacle of such types. Burgers as well. Try one. I also brought some local condiments to help them taste better.”

“I doubt that.” Liddel once more opposed. Shiloh pretended not to notice that she got even closer now. Ah yes, he knew the signs of when the fallen fairy princess was curious. He knew she wouldn’t stay away for long. When he presented the fast food nugget to her, she took it with extreme hostility. Her initial bite was just as venomous. After that, her chewing slowed slightly.

There was a grin on Shiloh’s face when he presented her with another. She looked at it, then at him with utter contempt. Instead Liddel reached for the container itself. She ate each chicken nugget with an acute familiarity now. No one would have suspected that it was her first time eating one. Shiloh didn’t remark on the occasion (there would be time for it later), instead he pulled out a wrapped hamburger and set about eating his own lunch.

He knew she’d get the hang of living this new life eventually. For now, they could only take it a day at a time.

#writers on tumblr #my writing #flash fiction #fae #fairy #faerie #short story #story #writing #disabled #paraplegic #original characters #disability #modern au #no beta reading #no beta

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Never Replace You

This third series reads as follows:

Shattered … Desolation … Determination … Us and Ours … Ratty Towels … The Sleepover … Skinner and the Punch … Oregon … Impossibilities … Something from Nothing … Out of the Car … Partners ... News

@today-in-fic

First series … Second series

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“No. I’m just going to quit. It’ll be easier. What did you say I should become again? Cooker of books for your dessert shop?” Throwing himself down on the couch, he bounced up again, hand gripping his hair, yanking several times, pacing twice around the table before coming to a stop by the window, “seriously? How much math does a bookkeeper really need to do these days? There’re computer programs and calculators and sharp pencils. The accounting practically does itself.”

Scully wanted to throw a few of those sharpened pencils at him but she refrained, “would you sit back down, please?! You’re annoying the hell out of me and I’m already hungry. Just … sit … and be quiet.”

He did not comply, wandering the room instead, “we’ve read through every one of these backgrounds twice already and each one is worse than the last. I give up. They’re all terrible and dangerous and from what I can tell, not open to even the remotest of extreme possibilities.”

“Neither was I, Mulder, and look how well I turned out.”

“You have never once agreed with one word that’s come out of my mouth regarding anything in seven years. I haven’t convinced you of a damn thing.”

“But you’re still alive.”

He had absolutely no response to this and having the sneaking suspicion he may have somehow lost his argument surrounded by hypnotic voice and reverse psychology, he finally sat down, elbows to knees, “can’t I just deputize the Gunmen as one entity, have them dress all in black so they’re interchangeable and do some funky poaching in the dark of night with you monitoring the camera I have attached to my head? Is that so much to ask?”

“And what would their name be?”

“I don’t know … Frolangers, maybe?”

Scully really was going to hit him, “neither of us is good at diplomacy on an empty stomach. Do you know if we have anything for dinner?”

“Not a clue. We were arguing too much yesterday to remember to shop; I think we ordered from the diner.

“I want pancakes … and bacon. Lots of bacon.”

Knowing this evening would be shot to hell if he didn’t get some food in both of them, he moved again, wandering to the pantry and digging in, “we have pancake mix,” moving to the freezer, “and while we do not have any bacon, we have a crap-ton of sausage, what the hell, was it on sale or something, and a bag of chicken nuggets.”

Scully was beside him in a heartbeat, stomach angry, cravings real, “where do we keep chocolate chips?”

“Do we own chocolate chips?”

“No self-respecting Scully goes without at least one bag of them in the house.” Unearthing from a lower cupboard, she held them aloft, “chocolate chip pancakes it is. Find me a frying pan, please; if I don’t eat in five minutes, I’m going to pour the chocolate directly down my throat.”

She was scary.

It amused him.

Soon, pancakes were being doused in syrup and coated with a thick layer of butter, soggy as an eight-hour rain day with maple-y goodness. Scully, carrying her plateful and another bowl of sausages to the couch, settled in, eyeing Mulder’s plate as he devoured his first bite mid-route to his spot beside her, “you going to share at all?”

“Eyes on your own plate, Agent.”

“You have one more pancake than I do.”

His grin came on so suddenly that the sausage piece he’d just bitten off rolled from his mouth back onto the plate, “let’s negotiate at the end and I might be persuaded to give you a bite or two.”

“I’ll trade you some dessert for it.”

She was smiling all the while and he stopped mid-pancake cut, “we have dessert?”

And the smile shifted to mischievous in an instant, “you’ll like it.”

He gave her the extra immediately.

He was not disappointed by the five minutes of grinding followed by the 10 of straddling sex with files scattered and syrupy-chocolate kisses abounding. As she lay against him, putty in his hands, malleable and soft, exhausted and spent, he whispered in her ear, voice low, “I can never replace you.”

Snuggling deeper into his chest, she managed to find the words to tell him, “you have to because I can never replace you.”

Pulling one of the myriad of blankets heaped around the room over them both, “we will find someone tonight, I promise.”

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2am rolled up after another 20-minute turned hour 15 power nap and Scully looked at him with rimmed eyes, dark and exhausted, “there is not one person in here with even the remotest possibility of doing what we do.”

Hating to admit defeat, especially when he knew how much she had wanted to find at least one person in the pile, “we can go through them again, I mean, maybe something will jump out that we haven’t seen the last four times.”

She dropped her head back to the arm of the couch, feet wiggling until they were under his warm and cozy butt cheek, “that would just give me more of a headache and besides, if I didn’t like them the first time around, the fifth won’t suddenly, magically endear them to me, either.”

“Then we need to call Betsy, ask her to use her powers for good instead of evil and have her persuade Uncle Skimmer that he’ll have to be my partner until further notice but right now, we need to go to sleep.” Standing from their paper-whirled cocoon, he gathered bowls, stray dishtowels, candy wrappers and mugs, “because I need you and a bed and the feel of warm body and fuzzy flannel.”

Deciding defeat wasn’t so bad after all, she rolled off the couch, standing and swaying, “I can do that.”

He moved her down the hall, hands on hips, steering to clear a stack of shoes and a pesky doorframe, “What will we call it?”

“What?”

“Our donut shop? I was thinking ‘So Good You Could Donuts’.” A solitary chuckle told him he’d done good, “or maybe ‘Go Nuts Donuts’.”

“Just get in bed.” Finally settled, half-snoozed, half-mind-racing, “Donutty?”

“You realize that sooner or later, that will have to happen, yes?”

“G’night, Mulder.”

“G’Donut, Scully.”

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The following morning, after meeting Maggie at church and taking her out to breakfast, the pair of them yawned their way through coffee until Skinner showed up, having been called out for some other agent’s issue. Coming into the kitchen, he stopped when he saw them, “did I lose four hours from the front door to here?”

Maggie stood, kissing his cheek, “no. Dana and Fox came to church and took me to breakfast and now I’m trying to keep them awake long enough to finish their coffee before I send them for a nap.”

Skinner eyed the file carton innocently shoved in the corner of the kitchen, “up all night with those?”

Mulder nodded, “yeah. I’ve been through that stack so many times I can recite each file by memory.”

As he collected his own coffee and sat down, “find any?”

“No and therein lies the problem.”

Turning his judging eyebrow from Mulder to Scully, “you couldn’t talk him into any of them?”

“It was me, Walter. Mulder wanted to go through again and I just …” giving him an embarrassed look, “I don’t see myself trusting any of them.”

Skinner looked at Mulder, only half-joking, “what the hell have you done to her?”

Mulder decided to take the humor side and respond in kind, “do you really want to know?” That killed any type of serious mood as Maggie blushed, Scully blushed, Skinner blushed and Mulder continued, “anyway, we figured maybe you could look through them, tell us if you have any more info that might change our minds?”

He didn’t get up, instead leaning back in the chair, glasses removed for a moment or two to rub his eyes, “can you give me half-hour for a shower? I’ve been in Arlington most of the night with a rookie who shot his partner and is now backpedaling his story.”

Both nodded and once Skinner stood up, Mulder spoke, “I always forget you have other agents to deal with besides us. This guy hasn’t knocked us off the top of your ‘pain in the ass’ scale, has he?”

“Oh, no, Mulder. You two are too far up on that list for any mortal to reach.”

Once he was gone, Scully looked at her mother, “is he officially moved in here yet?”

“No sugar coating today, I see.”

Grinning at her mom over her edge of her mug, “just curious if I should start knocking on all closed doors from now on.”

“Yes, dear, please do.”

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They spread out the files in the living room until people began showing up and once everyone left again, the files came back out. By 10pm, Mulder had a headache the size of the Washington Monument, its pointy little end jabbing behind his eye, “I’ll work alone. I’ll just avoid cases where I have to travel and the ones around here will be background checks and witness follow-ups; hell, I’ll do other peoples background checks and witness follow-ups. It’s fine.”

Scully’s hand, already on his thigh, tightened its grip, “you will hate your job in under three days.”

“But I’ll love my kid and you forever so it’s not that difficult of a choice in the end.”

Skinner took one last shot, hoping to break one of them, “will you just talk to this Doggett guy? I knew a guy who knew a guy who knew him in the Marines and he’s got an excellent history.”

Mulder nearly caved but Scully spoke first, “and he’s got a rec letter from his friend in the DoD. He was a no even before we began this insanity.”

Skinner flopped back on the couch, hating them both … Mulder flopped back on the carpet, hating the world … Scully sat their quietly, eyeing her mother reading her book, “what do you think, Mom?”

Placing her finger in the pages, carefully closing the book but keeping her spot, signaling this would not be a long conversation, “I think that only you two can judge who you work with but if Fox needs a partner in order to keep you out of the field, I would like to vote that Walter goes on out of town assignments when you have them but for local work, keep it to your self-defined mundane nightmare of non-threatening inquires.”

She re-opened her book.

She did not look at Walter.

Walter, sitting there, felt his finely-honed decision-making skills caving to the reality of his personal life and looking from the man who irritated him to the ends of the Earth to the woman who was carrying the grandchild of the woman he felt certain he would eventually marry or at least live with for the next 70 years, realized that he had people he had to watch out for. Also realizing as well that this might only mean one or two trips out a month, he justified by labeling it field reacquaintance and skill improvement, “two out of town cases a month at most, understand?”

Scully stood, turned, wiggled herself in between her mother and Skinner, hugged him as awkwardly as possible from the side, “thank you, Walter.”

“You don’t have to hug me, Scully.”

“Is it making you uncomfortable?”

“Yes.”

“Another 10 seconds, then I’ll leave you be.”

When she finally let go, he discovered he kind of missed her.

#msr #how does one even begin to think about replacing the other #maggieNskinner #lone gunmen #xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #my writing #Life part 3 series