#bc both of the boys have really stupid tattoos right on their chests & i had to look at them the whole time

[raiiny-bay]

I swear I will always remember you like this, begging for someone to tend to your wounds.

#ts4 #simblr #ts4 edit #ts4 render #sims 4 #myedits #kelly #dhestyn #ok i'm gonna be so real rn..... #i feel like this is really out of my comfort zone #like actually i might wake up & delete this lmao #guess we'll see #for those of u who might remember me (briefly) talking about it #i wrote parts of kel's diary a couple weeks ago #& this is an excerpt from that ! #they are lines of a poem he wrote about dhes #the whole thing is long & kinda unfinished so i only included the parts i thought were ok #ALSO it was INCREDIBLY difficult to take making this seriously #bc both of the boys have really stupid tattoos right on their chests & i had to look at them the whole time #i wanted to have blood coming from dhes' hands but i just couldn't manage it #actually i didn't even try #not worth the pain #i should go to bed. it's like 2 am & i'm q'ing this for like 2 hrs from now #ok bye

[hermannsthumb]

Okay but what about Hermann is just horny 24/7, but he's repressing his feelings. And Newt who sees it and maybe is enjoying a bit. And one day Newt just pins Hermann to a lab wall, ties his arms with a belt or sleeves of his shirt and teases Hermann until he melts in his hands. And Newt murmurs to Hermann something like "sweetheart, you could have just said.." This thought makes me DEAD

a fic! somewhat obviously rated 18+/not for kids' eyes!!!!! so all hidden below the cut, lmfao. dedicated to people on side twitter bc boy do I love some light d/s + nerm

It’s not like Newt’s never looked at Hermann before. Look-looked, in like, a sexy, considering way. It gets lonely in the lab with just the two of them, after all, and usually Hermann is the only face Newt will see for hours, days, one memorable occasion when they were super-swamped with work, a week. His face is the only one that comes to mind when Newt wants to have sexy thoughts for that reason—it’s just, like, easier and takes less imagination to masturbate to the thought of the guy you see every day than anyone else. And Hermann is kind of hot, Newt guesses, in a weird, repressed nerd kind of way. He thinks it has something to do with not knowing what Hermann's bothering to repress so bad. Maybe he's got a hot bod under all those layers or sucks dick like a porn star or something. Or he's hiding how horny he is all the time and would love nothing more than to cut loose for once. (Newt would be happy to take one for the team!) It's gotta be that, because Newt can't imagine why else the thought of Hermann—scowling and hunching over a chalkboard in one of his god-awful tweed blazers—gets him so goddamn riled up every time he sticks his hand down his pants.

Whatever the appeal is, Newt's masturbatory fantasies tend to tilt towards very particular (and well-loved) scenarios: Hermann finally gets fed up with Newt’s obnoxious behavior and shoves him against a wall to teach him a lesson, or Hermann holds Newt down on a bed or the lab couch or the floor and has his way with him to teach him a lesson, or Hermann grips Newt’s shoulders and uses his mouth in any way he sees fit to teach him a lesson. Newt's real into the idea of Hermann being in control. Or, in other words, Hermann doing the doing, Newt doing the taking. Not that Newt is adverse to topping. He'd be down for it if Hermann was. (And not that Newt spends a lot of time considering what Hermann is down for, and whether or not letting Newt top him is on that list, but yeah, Newt does kind of hope it would be.)

He's just...always assumed Hermann would want things that way. Newt's kind of assumed that he would want them that way, too.

All of his preconceived sexy notions about Hermann come crashing down around him one completely ordinary day in the lab.

It happens in a flash, too. A couple of seconds max. Hermann is over in Newt's space (he flagrantly disobeys the tape line more than Newt does, no matter what he may claim), shouting at him about something dumb and waving his cane around for dramatic effect. Only he's not looking where he's waving it, and the end of it comes into contact with a vial of some somewhat lethal weird kaiju gland extract that Newt's been planning on experimenting with this week, and the whole thing fuckin' shatters. "Shit!" Newt says, at the same time Hermann says "Bugger," and, before Newt knows it, Hermann's reaching out to save a pile of Newt's lab notes from certain kaiju gland death.

Which is royally stupid of him. That stuff is already eating through Newt's wooden work bench like it's nothing—God knows what it'd do to Hermann's skin. Newt's messy notes are not worth it.

"Dude, no," Newt exclaims, and grabs Hermann's wrist to stop him.

And Hermann...moans.

They stare at each other. The kaiju gland extract drips to the metal floor, where it sizzles harmlessly.

Hermann pulls his arm away.

"Clean this up," he snaps. He turns heel and storms out, giving Newt a spectacular view of the fiery red flush spreading down the back of his neck.

Huh, Newt thinks. That's something new.

-----

"I'm not some sort of sexual deviant," Hermann assures him. "I have. Er. Entirely respectable—tastes. Typically."

"Uh-huh," Newt says.

"Only this is quite out of character for me," Hermann says.

Newt pulls his tie taut around Hermann's wrists to watch Hermann squirm and grins, just a little, before knotting it loosely. "No offense, Hermann," he says, "but bondage isn't exactly hardcore. Besides, it's fine if you like out-there kinda stuff. No judgement."

“But I don’t,” Hermann says.

“I’m not saying you do,” Newt says, “I’m saying—”

“And this isn’t bondage.” Hermann sniffs. “Bondage sounds—”

"Look, dude, do I need to gag you?" Newt jokes.

Except Hermann maybe doesn't get the joke: his eyes widen, and mouth hangs open. Not exactly the shouty, loud response and demand for respect Newt was expecting. Also something new. Newt's learning a lot of very, very unexpected things about Hermann, and part of him wishes he had a notebook or his tape recorder on hand to take inventory of all of it. Subject A (Hermann Gottlieb) likes having his wrists pinned and his big dumb mouth shut up. Conclusion: ? "I—I beg your pardon?" Hermann says.

Today marks a week after the kaiju gland incident. A week of furtive glances across the tape line, Hermann's badly-hidden blushes, and Newt reevaluating every single goddamn thing he's ever thought or assumed about the guy (and himself, to be honest), and Newt was finally the one to snap. In Newt's defense, it wasn't totally out of the blue. At lunch time an uncharacteristically quiet and bashful Hermann slid a cup of coffee onto Newt's desk, mumbling something about how Newt really needed to get more sleep, and Newt just...

Hermann didn't moan when Newt grabbed his wrists that time; his tongue darted out over his lips, and he looked at Newt through the dark eyelashes of his half-mast eyelids. "Please," he had said.

Newt gets why Hermann was being so weird and cagey about it, he really does. It’s hard to admit to yourself you want something kinda embarrassing, and Newt knows it’s just as embarrassing for Hermann to like him as it is for Newt to like Hermann. Newt’s weird, and small, and probably smells bad, and Hermann’s weird, and smells bad (cigarette smoke and moth-eaten sweaters, but Newt jerks off to it anyway, huh, doesn't he), and is slightly not as small. But holy shit, if he didn’t melt into a puddle when Hermann breathed that out all desperately, like it took all he had.

“Do you want me to gag you?” Newt says.

He’s using the skinny tie Hermann claims to hate so much on his wrists, or he might’ve seriously balled up the fabric and shoved it into Hermann’s mouth. There’s not much else in the way of gags readily on hand in the lab, no fabric scraps or anything like that. Maybe they’ll try it later. He kisses Hermann instead, slipping his tongue past those open lips, and Hermann parts them wider with a throaty groan. "Ah, Newton—"

Newt didn’t really expect their first kiss to go like this. He didn’t expect their first kiss to, like, happen in the first place, but it’s especially weird that it’s happening while Hermann is bound up and pressed up against his chalkboard. Newt's been keeping an eye on Hermann's leg, careful of any sign that it's going to give out and that they should move this to the couch, but Newt's knee between both of Hermann's seems to be all the support he needs. “I’m here, dude,” he says, and slips down to press a gentle kiss to Hermann’s jaw instead, then his neck. Hermann tilts his head back with another groan; he flexes against his restraints.

Is Newt the first person Hermann's ever done this with? Or trusted enough to tell he wants to do this?

The possibility kinda just makes this all hotter to Newt. He drags the tips of his fingers up Hermann's chest, feeling his heart pound through the thick layers of his button-down and sweatervest, and drags them back down. He stops just at Hermann's bound wrists. Hermann groans softly. "Do you want me to touch you more?" Newt says.

"Please," Hermann says, "ah, please, Newton—"

Newt does, smiling as he curls up on the toes of his boots and presses another kiss to Hermann's mouth. His right hand, he uses to ruck up Hermann's sweatervest and dig under his shirt; his left hand, he curls the fingers of in Hermann's skinny tie bindings to tug sharply. Hermann's chest is bony and warm beneath his palm. His heart is beating faster, and faster. "Please," Hermann begs again, and this time when Newt kisses him, he sags against Newt helplessly.

"Hermann," Newt murmurs. Hermann's breath is fogging up his glasses and making it difficult for him to see. Which is a goddamn shame, because Newt wants to, like, memorize the image of a flushed and panting and begging Hermann, tattoo it to his skin forever as a reminder of today, a whole big splash of color on his back where he was planning on putting another kaiju. Yeah, Newt takes back what he said earlier, Hermann isn't just kinda hot—he's very hot. He drags his tongue over Hermann's pulse point, and says, just as gently, "Hermann, you could've just said."

Newt would've done anything for Hermann when he grabbed Hermann's wrists and Hermann breathed out a simple please, and Newt would do anything for Hermann now. Newt would get every single tattoo removed if it meant making Hermann happy. He bites down on the sweaty, pale skin of Hermann's neck, unable to hold back a moan of his own when Hermann's whole body writhes with it, and shoves his hand down Hermann's oversized slacks.

"I want you to come," Newt mumbles, rubbing at him furiously, "I want you to come, I wanna make you come, I wanna—"

Hermann muffles his cry in Newt's shoulder when he does. Newt waits until he's stopped shaking to untie his wrists carefully, and isn't surprised when Hermann immediately grabs Newt's shoulders to steady himself. (Hermann thighs are still trembling from the awesome orgasm Newt gave him. It's pretty hot. But also, Newt should probably grab his cane for him.) "You—you've made a terrific mess of me," Hermann sniffs, vaguely annoyed, like he's reprimanding Newt for knocking a piece of kaiju intestine on the floor again.

Newt decides not to mention to Hermann that he kinda soaked the knee of Newt's jeans, too. He can do laundry later. "Sorry, man," Newt says, but Hermann gives another, happier sniff when Newt kisses his cheek. "I'll take care of it."

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag

[spiltscribbles]

Here’s a prompt from the tag! “ Giving them your dessert when you eat out because it’s their favorite.” bc I have a feeling Remis would be the type to end up eating Sirius’ dessert instead of his bc he doesn’t know what to order but Sirius knows his taste dkfjsjaha

~Notes: Oh no baby! I read this wrong, thinking it was Person A ordering for them instead because Person B didn’t know what they wanted.... And well this came out-- I can totally write a different prompt though to match this one! Just LMK! <3 <3

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Send Me A Prompt  |  Reblogs are like the tastiest dessert!!

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Remus pads softly into his and Sirius’s room, a mug of steaming Darjeeling in hand and clad only in a his robe as he gazes longingly at the sleeping form of his partner for nearing on three years now. 

The early morning sun pans across the wide expanse of Sirius’s shoulders, and dips into the planes and valleys of his muscular torso and angular face. Lying there, with his dark hair fanning the pillow and the blanket slung lazily around his hips, he looks like some sort of fallen angel. Beautiful and remote and impossible to touch by sullied hands that aren’t half as sacred. It makes his heart thud an uneven staccato when he remembers that he’s his— Sirius chose Remus, Sirius loves Remus— Maybe even nearly as much as Remus has always loved him.

How remarkable of a revelation indeed.

Gingerly, Remus sets down his tea and crawls back into bed with Sirius, insides thrilling when the dark haired boy subconsciously snakes his arms around him and curves around Remus’s body like so many times before, so often that Remus reckons it’s become by rote, an ingrained response to whenever they’re in close proximity to one another.

With a quiet laugh, Remus stretches around, begins peppering Sirius’s chest and abs and the space surrounding his cock with tender kisses, slowly rousing him to wakening the way Sirius always appreciates after a night of patrols for the Auror’s academy. And as usual, it doesn’t take long at all for Sirius to begin moaning out appreciative sighs, thrusting languorously for the warmth of his mouth, making Remus chuckle as he tugs down his pants, and kisses the length of him, peering up to watch as Sirius’s gorgeous, gray eyes flutter open.

“Wh— Moony?” He says in a peculiarly squeaky voice that Remus can’t ever remember slipping out of his mouth. 

“Yes— Problem, Paddy?”

Another discontent, borderline terrified noise rumbles in his throat, and before Remus could even ask what’s got his boyfriend acting like he’s touched in the head, the door to their flat flings open none too gently, and it’s an irate looking James who storms into the bedroom— fists clenched and jaw set as he glares daggers into the face of his practical brother.

“You’re dead Potter!” Is all he shouts before madness ensues— Madness that’s James’s flying fists for Sirius’s face, Peter’s choked laughter flowing in from the other room, and a Lily who looks stuck between horrified and amused

And Remus is so fucking bewildered as he slides off of his boyfriend to avoid any untoward hits accidentally aimed his way.

“Lily?” he presses expectantly, but is totally unsurprised when all she replies with is a bout of uninhibited cackles.

.-

Fifteen minutes, a magically healed split lip, and a physically restrained pair of animagi later, finds the ragtag group of friends surrounding the kitchen Island while a terse James and enraged Sirius are explaining what had happened the previous night. Namely, them getting hexed by a sour faced old bint with a Guinness in hand, after Sirius had driven his motorbike through her rosebushes.

“You guys got bested by a drunk hag!” Peter guffaws for the third time in a singular minute, clutching at his stomach while his body wracks with a continuous stream of  laughter

“I will singe your bollocks off Wormtail,” Sirius seethes from Remus’s left— Except no, it’s not Sirius. It’s James, his best mate James who’s now inhabiting the body of his lover. And God how strange of a fucking turn of events. It’s seriously unnerving. He’s just standing their, all too familiar arms crossed against his chest and thick brows furrowed. And God, Remus really wishes he wouldn’t do that— worry on his bottom lip mid snarl. It’s such a quintessentially Sirius thing to do. a look Remus knows well. One that Remus would always coax away with a gentle kiss and a hand carding through his hair and— 

“Oof!”

He glances over to where Sirius— wearing James’s face— is glowering at him with pure irritation after having elbow checked him. “Eyes front and center Lupin!”

Remus flushes, glancing over at Lily since she out of everyone here could understand his plight. But of course she’s only snickering to herself in her cup of coffee, the trader. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Just because ’s my body doesn’t mean you get to give another bloke the come hither eyes!” Sirius fumes, a sneer caught on his features that Remus never thought the face of the easy going James Potter could ever conjure. “Crikey, it’s plenty that you decided to give him a full on show already.”

“How was I to know this would happen!” Remus sputters the same time James defends that they even barely started, which of course made Peter fall over on his chair with pure delight and Lily walking over to the kettle so she can hide her own laughter.

“Lucky you,” Sirius snipes back, glaring darkly at James and snatching Remus’s hand to interlock with his— erm James’s?— own on his lap.

Remus is so totally fucked.

.-

Graciously, Professor McGonagall— who told the graduating Gryffindor  class of 78 to always reach out if they ever needed help with a strangely wet glint in her eyes— Replies to the pleading missive Remus had sent almost immediately, giving Remus the proper instructions to reverse the jinx and wishing him and Lily the best for the impending tribulations about to befall them.

“She’s totally loving this,” James mumbles moodily as Lily massages his head. And Merlin, is that a strange sight— Lily not only deigning to touch Sirius at all, but look at him sympathetically on top of that. Remus has to constantly remind himself of the body swap before his ridiculous envy begins carving at his insides when James only looks appreciatively back up at her, a gentle, open expression painted over his face that is ordinarily reserved for Remus and Remus alone.

“God this is weird,” Lily tells him, slowly inching away and sitting besides Remus instead. “I usually can’t stand even the sight of Black, and now I’ve got to treat him like the bloke I’m in love with.”

“That’s not what you said this morning Evans,” Sirius goads from Remus’s other end, suddenly reverting back to looking like the James of fifth year— when he was still too cocky for his own good and still didn’t understand how much it made Lily want to hex him to hell for it. “I actually think I recall a lot of back robs and straddling action this morning.”

Lily casts him a look that would absolutely scorch lesser beings, and Remus reasons that his own glower is emulating the same energy because Sirius quickly presses their foreheads together and squeezes Remus’s hand between both of his own in silent repentance. “I knocked her off once i realized it wasn’t you love.”

“Didn’t even bother to aim for the bed you absolute sod.”

“It was fight or flight while you had your grubby little hands all over me Evans!” Sirius airily sniffs.

“Oh I’ll show you grubby little hands!” Lily seethes, pouncing forwards right when Sirius hides behind Remus’s back.

“Children,” Remus intones, beyond over it. “Did you all not realize the massive problem with this little mishap.”

“You mean besides dealing with James’s pitiful little knob.” Sirius asks, faux owlish.

“You touch my knob Black and I swear to God I’ll shave off all your hair.” James snipes, which really isn’t all that fair considering how Sirius doesn’t even care about his perfect locks half as much as Remus does.

“Bloody hell! That’s brilliant!” Peter squawks from the loveseat, absolutely glowing. “James, you think you can get Moony’s name tattooed on his arse.”

James’s face goes sly, Remus’s favorite smirk toying the edges of his lips and his stormy eyes glinting with mirth that Remus only ever sees on his boyfriend’s face before a prank or while Remus is undressing in front of him. 

“What did I say about that look Moony!” Sirius shouts, scathing and skewering him with a look James only ever  employed as Head Boy  on the third year students stupid enough to get caught while trying to pull off a prank.

“Erm— Ahem.” Remus adjusts himself in his seat, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “Yes well, that is rather besides the point.”

“So what is the point, Rem,” Lily asks smugly, and Remus absolutely hates how much she’s enjoying this. She should be suffering just as much as him for the sake of Circe.

“Well didn’t you have that lunch date set up with your older sister and her husband for today?” Remus points out, a mutinous little part of him preening at how her face goes a sickly sort of pale at the reminder. Finally someone is as ill over this as he is.

“Oh bloody shite! You’re right! And Professor McGonagall said that this incantation can only be done at night, the same time as it was originally cast!”

“We’re not in school anymore Evans, you can just call her McGonagall. Or Minnie if you’re so inclined.”

“Shut the fuck up Black!” Lily shrieks, and Remus can’t help but unfavorably liken her to a banshee. “I promised Petunia that I’d see her before she leaves on holiday tomorrow! And she bloody hates Black!”

“nasty harpy.”

“What are we going to do!”

“Erm— Well maybe you can explain to her the switch up?” Peter offers, always meek in the face of Lily’s wrath.

“She already thinks I’m a freak for being a witch Peter! I can’t bring James looking like that and expect her to be fine with it!”

“Most people would consider James having upgraded,” Sirius argues.

“The tattoo will be bright pink I reckon,” James muses loudly to himself, pretending not to have heard Sirius. “A nice contrast to your pasty white arse don’t you think Padfoot?”

Sirius bares his teeth at him and Remus feels an impending migraine while Lily continues to lament the idiocy of their boyfriends.

.-

Remus idly contemplates how normal his life could’ve been if he had fought harder with the sorting hat to be placed into Ravenclaw. It would be a much less wonderful existence, to be sure, but it’d be so blessedly normal. Remus would probably have gone steady with that Hufflepuff prefect, Andre, and they would probably still be together. And Andre didn’t have a best friend who he got into insane and improbable situations with, so Remus definitely wouldn’t have been forced to do this. To be forced to go to lunch with his best friend’s wizard hating sister and her pug faced husband and not look longingly over the table at the face of his other best friend where the love of his life is inhabiting his body.

Jesus, is Remus’s life confusing as fuck.

“I need to take a pis— Oof, I mean. I have to use the gents,” Sirius declares as everyone’s entrees are being served, giving a pointed glance to Remus. And he supposes he should talk to him about that, how incredibly obvious Sirius can be when he’s flustered and isn’t trying to show it.

Five minutes after his boyfriend, Remus leaves to meet him in the first open stall, finally feeling less wrong footed for the first time today when Sirius takes him into his unfamiliar arms.

“I’m going to stab my eyes out with a fork Moony!” He hisses, and it’s odd how alien his face— James’s face— is to him. How Remus has never spent the time to memorize the precise slope of his nose, or the shape to his lips. How Remus can’t understand what it means when he squints his left eye or when he flares his nostrils with a slight curl to his mouth. But Remus does recognize the way Sirius has always grabbed his hips in that desperate way when he’s fed up, and how he always presses his nose to the curls behind Remus’s ear when he needs to be grounded. And it’s a bit awkward now that they’re the same height instead of Sirius needing to stoop slightly, and how Sirius now smells like that pricy cologne that James has always sprits with gusto. But it’s familiar enough to make Remus’s shoulders relax from the tension sown through them all day, and breathe out with relief with how the pair of them still understand one another with an innate sort of knowing.

Gingerly, Remus wraps his arms around Sirius’s now less defined torso, and they stand their, tangled into one another amidst the hush settling over  them.

“Oi! You berks!” James hisses from the doorway all too soon, clambering inside and stomping his feet. “I swear to Merlin if you pricks are fucking inside there!”

“Don’t worry Jamie, I’d never put my Moons through the indignity of dealing with that after he’s had me,” Sirius jeers, preening when James replies by throwing something hard against the doorway.

“C’mon you idiot,” Remus sighs, tugging on a lowly chuckling Sirius as they meet James by the exit of the loo.

“I’ve had three different birds sliding their numbers into my trousers on my way here alone,” James complains, shuffling foot to foot and looking more awkward than Sirius ever has. “It’s obscene.”

“It’s the life of the beautiful,” Sirius corrects as Remus swaths his hand away from his arse. 

“I’d rather not have Petunia getting a heart attack when she sees her sister’s boyfriend copping a feel of another bloke,” he chides before looping his arm through James’s and begins strolling back to the table.

.-

The rest of the lunch is thankfully uneventful, but as stilted as expected, filled with Sirius needing to be kicked in the shin every time he starts gazing absentmindedly at Remus, and Lily flickering her eyes over to James disappointedly while he pouts at her with Sirius’s best puppy dog eyes. And Every time Petunia starts eyeing them all as if they’re all fucking each other behind the scenes, Remus clumsily changes the topic to the weather or how lovely her engagement ring is or asking Vernon about bloody drills— Even if all he wants to do is reach across the table and hold Sirius’s hand.

But thankfully, it all seems to be going along decently enough— That is until the waiter comes around to take their orders and spends a little too long leering at Remus, asking if he’d like a cinnamon roll on the house.

“He’d like a slice of the chocolate fudge cake and he has a boyfriend that probably wouldn’t appreciate the extra service.” Sirius growls out, specs gone askew and dark knuckles paling from where he’s clutching his spoon vindictively.

The waiter only smiles at him, shrugging in that what can you do kind of way before dashing off to place the orders in with the kitchen.

“Hmm,” Petunia levels him with a glance, unimpressed looking. “So James.”

It takes a beat too long for Sirius to respond and Remus silently curses his every damn star. 

“Erm, yes Petunia.”

“How long have you been fucking my sister’s friend behind her back?”

Lily goes shellshocked and James looks ill while Remus sinks lower in his seat, trying to force Sirius to get it together through his eye contact alone.

“Hah— Wow, you’ve been watching those silly Muggle dramas have you Petunia.” Sirius says in a mangled tone of voice, but of course that’s the precise wrong thing to have said.

With matching red faces and spluttering words of indignation— a few curses thrown in for good measure— Petunia and her husband rise from their seats and make a hasty retreat to their car towards the back of the building.

“Oh Christ,” Lily groans, jumping up to sprint after them— but not without swinging a perfectly aimed cuff to the back of Sirius’s porcupine head. “I’ll hex you once you’re out of my boyfriend’s sodding body Black!”

“I understand Evans!” He calls after her before swinging his head over to James and Remus with a mischievous grin. “We tried didn’t we?”

“You just couldn’t keep your bloody jealous  temper in check,” James scolds with no real heat.

“Oi! And what about you lusting over Lily so blatantly you tosser! It was revolting.”

“Yeah, well maybe you’ll remember that next time you’re gazing at Moony’s arse out in public you mongrel.”

Exhausted, Remus just rises and tells them to stay behind and make sure Lily’s alright. “I need a bath and some quiet.”

“Can I join,” Sirius pouts. “I miss you.”

“Only once you’re my  Sirius again,” Remus instructs, brooking no arguments before he finds a safe place to apparate, telling himself that he deserves an entire bottle of that cheap merlot they bought last weekend.

#REMUS LUPIN #SIRIUS BLACK #WOLFSTAR #SIRIUSXREMUS #REMUSXSIRIUS #MARAUDERS #HARRY POTTER SERIES #spilt ink #I feel bad I didn't post a Remus Bday FIC tho #rip #sorry angel child o'mine

[throwaninkpot]

RotT reactions part 2!

costis, what are you doing here, shouldn't you be in roa? shouldn't you be with kamet? costis, where's kamet? what happened to him? tell me!

"who really owns anything?" eugenides, you utter meme.

if tattoos a custom in eddis, does. .....does helen have tattoos? oh my word, please tell me helen has tattoos, she would look so cool.

so, so, so, horrible invasion, giant army, logistics of war. it's very terrible and interesting, but where kamet? where my boy? is he okay? costis just LEFT him behind, bc he had to get word back to attolia, I don't blame him, I love him. but is kamet okay????????????????????

rip to all the cottage fic people probably wrote about the two having a chill time in roa. (idk, I haven't checked.) megan said we can't have nice things.

"find yourselves another king" uhhhhhhh, gen?

gen said no more king, now only Thief and Hot Consort To The Sexy Queen.

awww, sophos gave him a book of poetry for his birthday. I love sophos.

"attolia says she leaves with you" *spends several long minutes clutching at my chest repeatedly as I am Overwhelmed*

you know the quote in koa about a careful dance of shafow and unsubstance but under it all, a real marriage of two people? that's literally this. the queen is surely calculated her possible responses to gen, amd this is either a Pointed Message to gen or to the barons, and I'm still not sure what gen is up to actually, but also. she loves him, guys. they're in love. "she leaves with you". they're in love.

"I asked her to leave with me on our wedding night" of course he did.

"except me, I can do anything I want" :'D

they're too soft. I cannot.

go, costis! save your boy!

..........is this where I formally apologize for rolling my eyes back in 2016 when people shipped teleus/relius? I genuinely did not see this coming.

megan said okay, we've been on our best behavior, it's been 25 years, she will sprinkle in a little canon queerness. and then upended a flour sack of it on us.

"he had to bend to keep his lips on hers until she reached the ground" they're too cute, this is illegal.

oh, now THAT'S some soap opera level nonsense. how awkward was it for gen and helen knowing his father was a spurned lover of her mother

sometimes soldiers. I am eating this stuff up.

they get no apology. h*ck the pents. maybe they should have chosen an ambassador that didn't force himself upon women.

"where sounis's father positively beamed with approval at his son, eddis's minister of war glowered. the high king, slumped in his seat, catching his father's glare, slumped even further." it be like that.

ten to one. oof, oof, oof.

okay, the solution is, one of gen's sisters should beat up cleon and therespides.

gen. you were the one paying him. I don't know why I'm ever surprised by the tangled schemes you wrap yourself up in.

every scene that the four monarchs are together, just having a good time and loving each other and sounding so much like the young people they are, every time, it makes me happy.

the fandom tried to figure out at what age boys left the dorms in Eddis, didn't we? I think we settled on 12 or 13. gen killed someone before he was 13. hachi machi.

he called him "my brother sounis". awww.

"without cheating" is that what we're calling godly visits now

eugenides will give me a heart attack, I swear.

they call it return of the thief bc this is the most like himself gen has acted since the crenellations in KoA.

(fitting that this is the book with a neuroduvergent pov, bc I have never happy stimmed more in my life than during the chase scene.)

when he starts windmilling, now I am afraid. oh please, megan, don't let him be hurt.

thank the gods.

helen wearing an eddisian uniform. heck yeah! gnc helen rights continue!

"it was the last lighthearted moment for a long time" :(

they're leaving the city, and I'm suddenly remember the comment from back in book of pheris 1 about an attack by a tomb. am afraid.

it's loving the magus o' clock. he treats pheris so well.

irenides baby......2!!!!

"I don't understand" you and me both, sophos.

"I think they have to show their worst selves sometimes in order to be sure that even at their worst they are loved" I need a minute.

I love tactics and logistics, but I wish I could picture this my head. the map doesn't actually help me figure out where the forces are in perspective.

megan really wasn't exaggerating when she said eugenides's first reaction to seeing an elephant is "I want to steal one."

"he muscled up his other arm and said he would destroy the Medes single-handed" these books are giving me a stroke. megan, that pun was beautiful.

"I have found Kamet!" I'm going to be sick. he had better be okay. he was supposed to be free of nahuseresh.

nasty man had better be lying. my kamet had better be okay.

oh, costis. okay, okay, alright.

why is cleon's death so sombering. I think it's bc I just reread "Thief!", and met him as a teenager in that. I think it's bc it says he's one of three cousins that died that day, and gen already lost so many cousins during the war in QoA. I loved the country of eddis when I was first reading these books and forever after that, bc it's so full. there's a very communal child-rearing system and gen has these packs of cousins, even if most of them spent their childhood bullying him, I loved the idea of having so much family around you. he's running out of family.

oh. I went back to reading from writing that, and. stenides. oh.

I said I wanted gen's siblings, but not like this.

well, here's some cairns. presumably the tombs pheris's foreshadowed earlier. here we go, something bad is going to happen.

Something Bad Happened.

oh, no, Hilarion. D:

*tiffany haddish voice* NOMENUS??? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS. I PUT YOU ON MY BINGO.

the man at the cairn. the god on the battlefield that megan referenced? but eugenides called him a dead man. so not a god. so, did he recognize him as someone he knew to be dead?

"my cousins know not to trust my tears" once again, gen's hail mary is the fact he's a little snipe.

he says he needs a heavier rain, and the gods deliver.

f in chat for nomenus. he was a snake, but still.

"and by my oath to my god, now and for my life, Thief of Eddis." YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, Philo. :(

rip to Legarus and his Awesome Beauty.

they want to kill gen in The Thief? eddis's council wanted to kill him? I'm reeling from all the backstory this book is revealing.

not quite how I had the apotheosis pictured, and yet. *sufjan steven's ascension plays in the background*

"I say it three times, Fordad. It will be so. It will be so. It will be so." holy heck.

someone get in here and analyze that for biblical symbolism.

HE CALLED DOWN LIGHTNING. HOLY

narration only calls him eugenides in that scene with the lightning. significant.

"feeling the tremor in it, he opened his arms to catch the king as he fell." he has fallen and been caught by his god and fallen and been caught by his dad.

I think we'll call the interregnum an interlude into the underworld, if not a journey into.

oh, gods, relius.

for a former spymaster, he sure trusted too easily.

he could have had his farm in the gede valley, but he stayed to help irene and gen. oh, relius, relius.

sejanus has a saving grace afterall.

dite and sejanus protecting each other, and pretending to hate each other so that sejanus at least can be on good terms with their father, that all clicks into place when you know about their older brother who they probably loved just as much.

crying crying crying over Sejanus and Pheris.

the minster of war. D:

at least nahuseresh is dead.

gen lay down to sleep by his father's corpse.

the patrimony divided in three. a triangle.

sophos/helen baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love that gen, knowing his cousin and also being a little sneak who notices everything, figured out helen was pregnant before sophos even did.

f for sejanus. he wasn't as bad as he seemed, and not nearly as bad as he almost was.

oh, xenophon died, too. he of the wooden cannons and receiver of the infamous "I love stupid plans" line.

why is everyone dead. :(

"they're at the pickets, both of them" oh, thank you, jesus. TWO PEOPLE WHO AREN'T DEAD. MY BOYS.

she dreams of Eddis empty. there's no words for the relief I feel.

twinssss!!

and yet they don't tell us the name!!!!! what was the MoW's name??? what is their son's name??? megan!!!!!!

gen holding his daughter for the first time and offering to pitch her off a roof. I don't even have words.

hector. hector. hector hector hector.

rooftop dance!!!!!!!!!!!

HE'S OKAY. RELIUS IS OKAY.

(you couldn't give us one costis and kamet dance? no, it's fine.)

peace. peace. peace.

crying.

#queen's thief #return of the thief #rott spoilers #rott #qt spoilers #this has been a post

[s3r-en-d1p-ity]

Ego // Sweet Pea (part 1)

first imagine for sweets <33333 did this in honor of Riverdale s4 coming out ehehehehe also this is from the pov of sCaRLEtT bc I really like that name eheheh

As a serpent, she had an ego just like all of the other members. When Scarlett Calahan’s dad died the day she turned 13, FP was quick to follow James Callahan’s (known as JC) orders and she became a serpent.

Only, Joaquin, FP and Jughead were the only ones who knew that her dad died. FP told all the Serpents that he was diagnosed with alzheimer and that he should be left alone.

Scarlett had an amazing group of friends, until that fateful day. Her, Fangs, Sweet Pea, Joaquin, and Toni were that group of friends that everyone wished they had. When JC died, she moved to the Northside, enrolled in Riverdale High for freshman year, and abandoned her group of friends. She was taken under the wing by Fred Andrews, per se FP’s request. Because her and Archie were the same age, they got along quite nicely. Archie wasn’t bothered that she came off as rude sometimes, or that she had a massive ego and was quite the pessimist. He was, however, bothered by the fact that she was a Serpent.

“I just don't understand,” Archie had shrugged one day, sitting on his bed doing homework while Scarlett sat across from him, staring at that stupid football poster on his wall. “How could you be apart of a gang that’s so... violent?” He had said it like he was disgusted. And he was. Disgusted that a girl he was so in love with was in a gang, full of drugs, murders, and thieves.

“Dad’s request, Arch. I don’t mind, though. It makes me feel like I’m in control of something.”

She continued to show up to Serpent meetings and sometimes special occasions, if necessary. She fit in nicely in the corner, observing. On rare occasions, Tall Boy noticed her and gave her a smile.

Of course, even after she moved to the Northside, Joaquin was always in contact with her. On Fridays, when he wasn’t at the Wyrm, he’d climb up to her window and she’d tell him about her week. Sometimes during meetings he’d slip in the back with her.

At school, she didn’t have very many friends. Archie and Jughead, of course, but they all usually stayed clear of each other during school. Betty was very much creeped out by Scarlett, so that meant Kevin was too even though he was dating her best friend.

By the middle of sophomore year, everyone had found out that Scarlett was a serpent. She didn’t bother to hide her serpent jacket, and wore it to school. Josie started talking to her more, probably to use her as a charity case.

Cheryl, who was okay with her before, began the shaming as soon as she found out. All Scarlett could do was clench her fists and squeeze her eyes shut to avoid a fight, but one too many times that didn’t work.

One by one, everything crashed. She was accused of Jason Blossom’s death, found out her best friend and FP were partly responsible for Jason’s death, found out Mustang was found dead in a bathtub, and Joaquin had to wish her a tearful goodbye before he left town for good. Fred was shot, she spent days in the hospital, and the Black Hood was born.

“So, a little birdie told me today was your first day at Southside High? How’d that go?” Scarlett asked, finding Jughead typing on his computer at Pop’s.

Jughead looked up, smiling at Scarlett. “It was... interesting. Place is a shit show, I feel bad for all of them.” Jughead shrugged. Scarlett laughed softly, not expecting anything more from the Southside.

“Yeah? How was lunch? No Ghoulies messed with you, right?” Scarlett piled on the questions, narrowing her eyes. Jughead snorted, shaking his head.

“Sat alone. This girl named... Toni Topaz? You probably know her. Anyways, she showed me around and invited me to sit with her and the serpents since my dad’s one. I said no, and blah blah blah. Day went on and I met uh... some very interesting people.” Jughead explained.

“Yeah?” She raised her eyebrows. “Yeah. I know Toni. Who’d you meet?” Toni had since brushed her off after she left the Southside. She remembers one time, just a few months after she cut them off, she was walking back to the trailer park to talk to FP, and Toni slammed her against the wall and slapped her.

“You think you’re so cool, ditching us for Northsiders huh? Were we really that bad? Stupid bitch, you may be a serpent by tattoo now but you’ll never be a serpent by heart.”

“This one guy, he asked me about you. His name’s Fangs I think? He seemed like he genuinely cared. Then, Toni cut him off before I could say anything and told him to shut up. This other guy, Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. Sweet Pea’s a real jerk, got mad at me because I wouldn’t hang out with them after school.” Jughead said.

Her heart jumped at the mention of Sweet Pea. She’d always had a huge crush on him when they were younger, and even now sometimes she found it hard to get him off her mind. She hadn’t talked to him or seen him since before she left unexpectedly. On another note, The fact that Fangs asked about her too surprised her.

Her phone dinged, and she picked it up only to find Fred messaging her that Archie was going to be with friends tonight and that he was almost done making dinner if she wanted some.

“Hey, Jug, I gotta go. But... will you do me a favor?” She asked, sliding her phone in to her pocket. Jughead hummed in response, looking up at her. “Tomorrow, you know, if Sweet Pea gets his head out of his ass, would you ask him about me?”

Jughead furrowed his eyebrows, but nodded nonetheless. I waved goodbye to him and then left, hopping on my motorcycle and going home, thoughts of Sweet Pea in my head.

Not but a few days later, Archie’s video of the Red Circle spread around and the red dot painted on white t-shirts everywhere began to make her feel sick. She had voiced her opinion to Archie, who completely brushed it off. The first red Circle meeting was held at their house, where Scarlett stayed in the kitchen and did her homework, since she had nothing better to do. She also just wanted to eavesdrop on them.

Then, there were people at the door. Veronica walked in to the kitchen, breaking Scarlett from her trance. “Um, Scarlett? Your... buddies are here. And I think they want to cause trouble.”

Cause trouble my ass, Scarlett thought. If only Archie could use his brain, this wouldn’t be happening right now. She got up, walking down the hallway to where everyone was crowded around the front door.

She pushed past everyone, joining Archie. “No, Scarlett-” Archie started, but was cut off by a tall black haired hottie she didn’t recognize.

“Calahan? This is the fucking idiot you’re living with? I thought Jones was lying.” He scoffed. Then, she recognized him.

“Sweet Pea?” She mumbled. He stared at her for a second, then looked back at Archie.

Before she knew it, they were all outside. She watched, with slight pride. She’d never doubt the Serpents’ pride.

After a while, she began to feel like something was going to go wrong. She saw Dilton bend down, pulling something out of his pocket.

“Oh hell no.” She grumbled. She ran over to him, tackling him to the ground. Then, she groaned in pain and felt Dilton do the same. The knife had sliced them both. Then, a gunshot rang out. She sat up in pain, seeing Veronica with a gun in the air and the Serpents racing away in their bikes.

Dilton was helped up by Reggie, and Archie grabbed her and helped her inside. Scarlett could tell Archie was pissed, so she didn't say anything to him when he stormed out of her room.

“Did you guys really jump Dilton Doiley and Scarlett? She’s a fucking serpent.” Jughead stormed out to the courtyard at Southside High during lunch. He approached Toni, Fangs, and Sweet Pea who all looked at each other.

“Where’d you hear that from, Jones?” Toni scoffed, crossing her arms.

“Archie.” Jughead responded plainly, looking between all of them.

“No,” Fangs shook his head. “The idiot stabbed himself, and when Scarlett tried to stop him from stabbing Sweet Pea, he stabbed her too.” 

Sweet Pea’s eyebrows raised in surprise, unaware of this. Of course, somewhere down inside his black heart, he had a soft spot for Scarlett. That spot was covered by a hard shell though, especially after she left them for some stupid Northsiders and thought she could remain a serpent.

“Um.. speaking of Scarlett... How is she?” Toni asked carefully. Jughead sighed, shrugging. “No one really knows these days. Not even me or Archie. Used to talk to Joaquin, but ever since he left... not really.” He explained.

“She was still talking to Joaquin? He never said anything about her.” Fangs said, looking at his friends. Toni shrugged, confused too.

“Um.. she’s coming to my trial tonight. If you guys wanted to see her.” Jughead added. Toni nodded and looked at Fangs. Sweet Pea only scoffed, mumbling something under his breath.

Scarlett found herself standing in the corner at the Wyrm, like always. Just this time, she didn’t have Joaquin making unnecessary, hilarious side comments. As  if someone was reading her mind, a tall figure appeared next to her. “Didn’t know you actually came to events like these.” Sweet Pea scoffed. She rolled her eyes.

“I’m a serpent, whether you like it or not, Sweet Pea.” She snapped back, not bothering to look at him, and lose her whole I’m-a-bad-girl facade.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Calahan.” The tall boy replied. He stepped closer to her, and she only straightened her posture to show him she was just as tough as him. “You may think you’re a serpent because of your jacket, or your tattoo, but you’ll never be a serpent by heart. How could you be, if you ditch the people that need you the most? Your own family? If you never show up to the meetings, mingle with the enemies, you could never be a serpent.” Sweet Pea said, in his slow, deep, intimidating voice.

Scarlett snickered, stepping closer to him. They were chest to chest. “Honey, you’ve got me all wrong. I’ve been here the whole time. Maybe not the same school, but I’ve been at all the meetings, all of the important events, hell, I was there when you were initiated, I was there when Toni was, I was there when Fangs was. You just didn’t see me. And, don’t assume things if you don’t know the whole story. You think you know shit, but you don’t. Get your head out of your ass.”

“I should be the one saying that to you, Calahan. You think you’re hot shit, prancing around with the Bulldogs, pretending you don’t know us. You ditched us for crying out loud! And not once did you explain, or even say bye! This is the first time I’ve seen you in 3 years, for gods sake!” He yelled.

I rolled my eyes, pushing past him and walking out of the bar. I could hear his footsteps behind me, and before I knew it, I was being turned around and my lips were pressed against the one person I’ve been dreaming of kissing since second grade.

i think this is really bad ahahahah i didn’t edit it oops

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[soft-baby-dobrik]

sucker // david dobrik

a/n: okay so this was a request and i have never done an imagine like this BUT IMA GIVE IT A SHOT AND HOPE IT TURNS OUT GOOD AND WHAT THE ANON WANTED!!!! also the idea is actually SO CUTE I LOVE

REQUEST: Can you make one with David in it where it’s inspired by the new Jonas Brothers song “Sucker”?

summary: david is whipped for you and everyone jokes him for it, but he isn’t ashamed.

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requests are open

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David had done everything in his power at all times to treat you like a princess and make you feel wanted always. Anything you needed or wanted, he would do everything he could to give it to you or get it for you. The fact you never took advantage of this was what made him love you even more. Everyone saw this and knew he was head over heels for you. Some would say blinded by his love, but no one described it that way because you were the most caring and loving girlfriend to him. Truth of the matter was, he loved spoiling you. If you needed anything, even the dumbest thing, David was there as soon as he could be with it. As much as everyone thought it was adorable, they had to joke him for it, it’s the Youtuber way.

So many comments and jokes were made, all varying in degree. David would just laugh it off always, or roll his eyes. Being his girlfriend, you saw all the footage of the boys teasing him and joking him about how whipped he was for you. He never denied it, because he knew he was. There was no question that he would go to the ends of the Earth for you.

We go together

Better than birds of a feather, you and me

We change the weather, yeah

I'm feeling heat in December when you're 'round me

With you, it was so easy. Everything came easy. The smiles, the laughs, the happiness, the love all came without effort. From the day he met you, he knew he wanted you, and you felt the same way. It was so easy and natural with him and you both clicked instantly. The whole group tried to set you two up, and before you knew it, David took you on a sort of date and next thing you knew, he kissed you outside of the restaurant. It was a spur of the moment because he saw you laugh loudly and you both stopped for a moment and he was so close to you. If he overthought it, he would have chickened out so he did it with no thought. Both of you were shocked, but you kissed him back immediately. That was just the beginning.

I've been dancing on top of cars and stumbling out of bars

I follow you through the dark, can't get enough

You're the medicine and the pain, the tattoo inside my brain

And, baby, you know it's obvious

No one had to tell you David cared about you. He made it known every moment of everyday. Whether it was through his sweet words or actions, he showed that he loved you. In his eyes, you were the most important thing and his number one priority. When you came into the friend group, David’s heart was mending. He told you multiple times and made multiple jokes on how he was never going to find love and questions if it existed. You were the one that sat by his side through it and made him laugh. His heart would beat out of his chest in your prescience and yours did the same. Both of your feelings were obvious for one another. Unintentionally, he began to fall for you. At first he did not even notice it, and before he knew it, he would have to bite on his bottom lip to stop his urge to kiss you. You had saved him from keeping his heart off limits. You showed him that love is real and that he could be loved and cared for.

I'm a sucker for you

You say the word and I'll go anywhere blindly

I'm a sucker for you, yeah

Any road you take, you know that you'll find me

I am a sucker for all the subliminal things

No one knows about you (About you), about you (About you)

And you're making the typical me break my typical rules

It's true, I'm a sucker for you, yeah

David was a complete sucker for you. Every part of you made him weak and he could not control himself around you. His heart was off limits and the second you came in and you began to mend it, he broke his rule of staying out of a relationship. From the beginning, he wanted to know everything about you, the good, the bad, and the hurt. He listened to your own fears and made sure to diminish any worry you had, just like you did for him. It was his job to make you feel happy and treat you like the princess you were. Many guys had ruined you and your own heart before David met you, and he made it his job to fix that.

He had done everything he could to make you happy and comfortable in your relationship together, you knew that. How determined he was to make you happy constantly was what made you love him.

Today was like any other day with you lounging around at David’s house. Natalie was there and so were a couple others. You had taken a nap and did not know people were coming over, so when you walked out in one of David’s oversized sweaters, you padded down the hallway. There he sat on the couch with a blanket covering his lap with Zane and Todd on the couches. Your cheeks flushed since you did not have pants on, but you were not aware of company. David’s smile shown beautifully as he saw you.

“Hi, beautiful,” he said as you hurried over to sit next to him. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around you to pull you close to him after you got under the blanket. There was a slight chill in the house, making you shiver.

“Hi,” you mumbled, cuddling into his warm chest, still slightly sleepy.

“Are you cold? Do you want me to get another blanket?” he asked, worriedly. Todd and Zane snickered at him.

“Or some tea to warm you? Or maybe I’ll buy you a $1000 gucci heated blanket!” Zane joked, making David roll his eyes with a smile and you giggle.

“Dude, you’re so fucking whipped,” Todd laughed, looking over to him. “I bet if she even mentioned liking another car you’d buy it for her right now.” You laughed a little since a situation similar to this had happened, making you smile at your sweet boyfriend. With the thought in mind, you pressed a small kiss to his cheek, making him return the smile.

“You’re right. I would do just about anything for y/n,” David responded, confidently.

“Bro you are so pussy whipped it is actually kind of sad,” Todd laughed, a somewhat joking tone in his words. David’s normal demeanor changed. What usually would be a witty remark with a laugh, was now a tense silence.

“You know you guys kinda give me shit for this all the time,” David said, annoyed. “And I don’t know why. She is my girlfriend. She is the best to me and there’s nothing wrong with wanting to spoil her and make her happy,” David continued, as you traced patterns on the back of his hand, awkwardly.

“We’re not saying it’s bad. You just do anything she wants, like without her asking for things,” Zane laughed. Clearly, both him and Todd were teasing him about being whipped for you, like it was less manly of David.

“You do realize that, I don’t ask for him to do it, but it shows that he’s thoughtful and cares. He listens to me when i talk about stupid things and next thing I know he is surprising me with it. That’s not what it’s all about, but it is beyond sweet and very fucking attractive that he cares like this,” you said, sweetly. All of them knew you had no cruel intentions and nobody was offended.

“Look, I know I’m whipped as fuck for y/n, but I fucking love it,” David beamed. “You guys don’t get it. When I do something, even something small and stupid to you guys, she gets all smiley and happy and it makes me happy. And the sex is even better when she’s happy,” David smiled, cheekily at the end.

“David!” you exclaimed, laughing a little. His head ducked down to press a kiss to your forehead. Zane and Todd laughed loudly.

“You’re such a pussy,” Todd laughed, directing it to David.

“Maybe I am, but guess who’s getting more pussy than you,” David shot back, pulling you into his lap. Zane and you both laughed as Todd mocked being offended. “Joke me all you want, but I’m not about to stop spoiling her because you guys think I’m over the top. I mean, look at her, who wouldn’t wanna spoil her like the princess she is,” he continued and you shook your head.

“Maybe we’re all just depressed and lonely,” Zane jokingly spoke. Every one chuckled as you laid your head in the crook of his neck.

“Or maybe you guys are just sickeningly cute together,” Todd shrugged, making you grin.

“I mean, have you seen David? He’s beyond cute,” you giggled. Todd made a disgusted noise before everything settled down and they continued to watch the movie. David had his arms around you, lazily.

His head bent down to whisper, “I am whipped as fuck for you and proud of it.”

“I am crazily in love with you and proud of it,” you whispered back as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“And also you in my sweater right now is hot as fuck,” he added, leaning to press a soft kiss to your neck. You bit back a smile as you leaned into him to watch the movie, but really you were just watching David.

a/n: so like idk exactly what this is and i’m sorry??? i feel like i failed but it’s cool it’s fine. and i typed this on my phone bc i started it and tumblr wouldn’t let me edit it on my computer, only on my mobile app so rip.

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[halinski]

Feb 15. The Day After

My... Post-valentine's day fic! I'm super late and I'm super sorry but honestly I didn't think I would be finishing this at all so... Success!!! It's not my best work but this is for a few wonderful people who prompted me, aka

@vibranivmheart

@princecharmingwinks

@c0tt0nstar

@my-son-is-dating-a-werewolf

@sherwhoharryhungerfan

Thank you so much for this, it got me writing and made me feel good about writing!

And also this is for my darling @lokiofasgcrd bc it's her birthday today in her time zone!!!! ❤️ (And I have nothing else for her yet, I feel awfulllll but pssst go wish her a happy birthday!)

It's still the 15th here soooo still the day after so this totally works. Enjoy!

It was a tattoo. That was what Derek had always told everyone. A tattoo to remember his family with - and what he'd done to them. Truth be told, while it still served that purpose - weighing on his shoulder blades like the end of the world - the rest was a lie. The triskele just so happened to be his family's emblem but also, it was his soulmate mark. Appearing in his 18th year of life like an itch, Laura had been the first to notice it, touching his back with trembling fingers and a soft sob. They'd both had the same thought - or at least Derek was convinced - that it was a confirmation of his damnation. He wasn't meant to have a soulmate. His family was his love and he'd killed them.

He'd convinced himself of it. Derek Hale had no soulmate. When he said that people wouldn't believe him at first - everyone had a soulmate - but when they saw his bare chest, arms and back (beside the curved black lines) the disbelieving looks would turn into ones of pity. Birthmarks weren't usually so bold and dark and defined. Oh, poor Derek Hale, fated to be all alone in this world. Yeah, he was. So what? Derek made sure to come off as rough on the edges as he felt so they would think he deserved it and left him alone.

Of course, there was one person who never seemed to get the message. A certain someone who always loved crawling back under Derek's skin no matter how many times he pushed him away. He practically never left.

Derek fully expected Stiles to be behind the door when he opened it, but he'd been so focused on his sugary vanilla scent that he hadn't even noticed Lydia's. Hers was the first face he saw when he opened the door. Then behind her, Stiles.

Stiles and his gorgeous honeydew eyes that pulled him in for eternity and the trails of stardust on his skin.

Stiles.

Stiles, whose gaze dropped down to Derek's bare torso and quickly was averted but not before those cheeks bloomed up in pink oh so deliciously.

Stiles.

Derek had to tear his eyes away from the male at his doorstep and back to the redheaded banshee who was less gentle on Derek, looking him up and down with a smirk. He crossed his arms over his chest defensively. When she had asked when he would he back from his run, he hadn't expected her to come over right away.

"What are you doing here?" Derek pressed out, sounding more hostile than he had intended, even to his own ears. He saw Stiles flinch, and a bitter coating, like blood, settling on his tongue.

"Hot and sweaty. Just how we like our men, huh?" Lydia said, nudging Stiles with a chuckle and completely ignoring Derek as she slipped past him.

"I um... ," Stiles let out a cough and hesitated on following her, eyes flitting around, only meeting Derek's for a fraction of a second - almost as if he was scared. Derek could smell the anxiety wafting off him. The bitter taste weighed heavier.

Derek turned away.

"What do you want?" He asked, trying to focus on Lydia who was making herself at home in his kitchen, rooting the cupboards. But Stiles' heartbeat was the only thing that rang through his ears, every small jump in it alerting Derek to danger - even if the only dangerous thing in proximity was Derek. It drove him crazy sometimes. All the bouncing off the walls, the back and forth, the rise and fall of his emotions. Stiles was… a whirlwind. An endless source of energy, of life. Strong enough to reignite Derek's will to live. And that was saying something.

Anyway- Lydia.

“Oh, you know," the girl closed the cupboard and turned around again, her hair cascading over her shoulder. Not that she had actually done anything with the cupboards, or whatever was in them. Pacing forward dramatically, Lydia placed her palms on the granite counter of the island. And smiled. "I had an idea."

Stiles let out a heavy breath from behind Derek and Derek could only agree with his quiet murmur of, "oh boy."

"You know what day it is today, right?" Lydia asked.

“...Thursday."

“Lydia rolled her eyes. "Not the day of the week, idiot."

Derek frowned. Idiot was his word to use. Usually with Stiles, whose heart beat right now sped up. Derek refused to turn around to check on him.

"It's the 14th," Derek stated, crossing his arms.

“Exactly!" Lydia beamed successfully. "February 14th, aka, Cupid's day." Derek didn't need the reminder. The hearts and pink and red and chocolates had been all over the place for weeks. It's why Derek had been spending more time indoors.

“See, we're all busy today-”

"Lydia," came Stiles soft protest.

“But Stiles here was yapping my ear off about being lonely and all alone on this special day-"

"I never said that!" Stiles burst out somewhere in the background but Lydia carried on undeterred.

"So, of course, I'm calling the gang together to organize a little something. We're going to whip up something quick and sweet for the both of you," Lydia said matter-of-factly.

Derek raised an eyebrow. He was almost afraid to ask. "What does this have to do with me?"

“You deserve something special?, too. Plus, you're free today, so you can keep poor lonely Stiles' company."

“I have things to do," Derek protested, giving her a pointed look. "It's just another day. I don't believe in a commercialized holiday geared towards heteronormativity and capitalism."

“Yeah! What he said!" Stiles followed up. "Derek, I swear, I didn't-"

"See, this is why you two should spend the day together. You're perfect for each other," Lydia said. "You're going to have a lot to talk about." She folded her hands and smiled like she had already won.

Derek kept his face schooled and shook his head. "I don't know what you're up to and I don't care either," he told her. "I'm going to go shower."

Without sparing a glance at the bewildered Stiles, Derek turned and left the room, immediately heading into the bathroom. He went to the shower knob immediately and turned the water on. That didn't drown the voices from the kitchen out though.

“Lydia, what the fuck!"

"I'm just helping you out, what's the big deal?"

“The big deal? The big deal! You're putting both Derek and me in a really awkward position here. We both already know we're like the 7th and 8th wheel in the pack and that we're the only ones left. I don't need you pushing him into any uncomfortable situations. Who knows what Valentine's Day reminds him of..."

“Well, then, it's time to make new memories."

“Lyds, this is stupid. Me and him? That'll absolutely never happen."

“It absolutely could!"

“He doesn't like me like that. And if you can't see that maybe you don't deserve the fields medal in the near future because- because it's obvious. Derek... barely tolerates me."

And Derek doesn't. He can't like Stiles like that. He absolutely does not. Derek Hale isn't made for love, he reminds himself as he leans his forehead against the cold tile, wishing it could numb his brain.

*********

When Derek left the bathroom, Stiles was still there. Sitting on the kitchen counter on his own. He choked on the smoothie he was drinking when Derek walked by.

"I uh... H-hi," Stiles sputtered. Derek appreciated that Stiles averted his gaze from Derek's half-nude form. There was only a towel around his hips shielding him from complete humiliation. Not that Derek technically minded being naked, even in front of people. He just didn't appreciate the sexualization, the objectification.

Whatever Stiles thought he felt for Derek it was probably just that; hormones and physical attraction. It made Derek's facial expression hardened, pulling up the walls around him and challenging the situation.

Stiles' heartbeat clearly sped up as Derek walked over, grabbing a cup and filling it with tap water to drink. Stiles didn't turn to follow Derek's movements but the little droplets sliding from Derek's hair still struck his skin icily.

"Lydia... Made us these, I guess," Stiles said, passing his smoothies from one hand to the next, rolling it between his palms. Derek was ready to watch it slip and fall and shatter. Maybe he was ready to jump over and catch it. He didn't want to think about it. But he did look over to the second serving of the smoothie. Banana and strawberry. His favorite.

"She also, um, took my car keys, so... I'm kind of stuck... Here," Stiles added, clearing his voice. He finally looked up when Derek walked over to grab the second smoothie. But he also kept his gaze on Derek's face, as if calculating, trying to read the silent werewolf's thoughts.

"I didn't plan this," he continued.

It wasn't a lie.

"I mean, Valentine's Day is bullshit, like you said. Why should I feel any different than any other day?" Stiles looked away as he said this. looked down into the pink smoothie that had a strawberry cut out of a heart on top of it. it was... not totally a lie. Stiles was too good at words sometimes for Derek to be able to tell what it meant.

Obviously, the silence from Derek was awkward, because Stiles twitched and shifted on the counter, one leg rhythmically tapping against its side. But Derek didn't know what to say. Couldn't talk, tongue tied.

It was any other day.

“Did you know that Valentine's day-"

"Stiles, you can stay. I don't care," Derek told him as he turned to go to him room so he could get dressed. The words felt wrong in his mouth but it didn't hit Derek until he saw Stiles' shoulders slump just before he left his sight.

"Yeah... Okay," came the quiet reply from behind him. ****

Stiles was acting considerably more normal now that Derek had a shirt back on. Derek wished he could say the same about himself but he really couldn't tell anymore what his own normal was. His perception of himself was kind of skewed. It happened sometimes when your first girlfriend died in your arms, then you get abused by an older woman who kills almost your whole family as a teen, and then your uncle goes crazy and kills your sister so you have to kill your uncle, while taking care of a bunch of teenagers, some of who are freshly bitten. Sometimes Derek wasn't sure he knew left from right anymore.

But right now, Stiles was in his living room, sitting on the couch with Derek's laptop and telling by his soft chuckles listening to something funny and that was calming enough. Though- considering it was Stiles he could also be laughing at something that was not actually average person funny.

Unfortunately, this moment of normalcy, where Derek could revel in the soft content didn't last very long. Stiles looked up only a moment after Derek stopped in his tracks, crossing his arms and training his eyes on the door. He could hear a car pull up downstairs

“It’s the pizza,” Derek guessed uncomfortably, immediately reintroducing the tension into the room. Stiles quickly put up a hopeful grin.

“I mean, can you really say no to free pizza?” he asked, giving Derek a pointed look.

Derek sighed. There was no way he could argue about just how ridiculous this was without bringing up what he didn’t want to talk about, aka the pack’s painfully obvious attempts to try and get the two of them together. Shortly after Lydia had left, Erica and Boyd had appeared, bringing a bunch of chocolates and some rom-com with them, ordered pizza and then pretended a reservation they had been waiting for cleared up all of a sudden. Derek had been able to hear there was no one on the other end of that phone call. He wasn’t an idiot. The one thing he had missed was that one of them had stolen the keys to the camaro as well, so that Stiles actually was stuck here. With Derek. With free pizza and chocolates and a movie. It was turning out to be a date if they wanted it to be or not.

When Derek returned back upstairs with the giant pizza box, Stiles had put the laptop away and was standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room.

“You know, I can leave if you really want me to. I can walk home, it’s not that far. And the pizza, well, it’s not like I can’t order some for myself. You said you have things to do but now you’re just hanging out around here with me but we’re still both doing our own thing and I-” Stiles started but Derek wasn’t going to have him ranting his way out into the cool evening to walk all the way home. He walked past him to set the pizza down.

“I told you, I don’t mind,” Derek said.

“That doesn’t mean you actually want me here,” Stiles pointed out. “I’m totally invading your free time and private space-”

“You’re not walking home.” And before Stiles could open his mouth again, Derek shook his head. “I didn’t actually have anything to do today, I just…”

“You didn’t want anyone bothering you,” Stiles guessed, another wave of unhappiness, discomfort or something, running through him, strong enough for Derek to feel.

“It’s not-” Derek started to argue, but what was he going to say? Was he going to blurt out all his feelings about how he couldn’t have Stiles even if he wanted to? How he might actually yearn for some closeness and warmth and comfort from another person? How he wondered if Stiles had a mark - he had to have it. Everyone had a soulmark and Stiles was 19 by this point. Just, Derek hadn’t seen anything. No one had said anything. Stiles usually wore long sleeves. There was still no way. Stiles had a soulmark and a soulmate that wasn’t Derek. Because Derek didn’t have a soulmate.

And even without that, would it even make sense? He was the Alpha, Stiles was the emissary… that’s just not what their relationship was supposed to be. It was strictly business- well, pack too but. His mother didn’t date Deaton, did she? That would just be weird.

No soulmates.

“It’s not you,” Derek then said, trying to convince himself of it. Stiles wasn’t his soulmate.

“Derek, you really don’t have to-”

“I just… it’s the whole soulmates crap, you know?” he said, without looking over at Stiles, running off to the kitchen to get them plates, napkins and drinks. He continued when he came back, settling down on the couch. “It’s all everyone talks about ever, and then today… literally nothing else in the universe exists. It just gets kinda old when you don’t have a soulmate yourself.”

Derek busied himself with opening the pizza, stopping short when he was faced with a semi-heart shaped blob of grease. He glanced over at the other male, only to find Stiles staring off into the distance with a frown.

“Yeah, no, I get that,” Stiles muttered, a hand rubbing over his chest. A chest, within which a heartbeat made a few extra skips. “I mean, soulmates? Can the universe decide for you who you’re supposed to be with? Unconditional love with random people. That doesn’t happen. Only with family is that a thing. Like my dad. I could kill someone and he’d probably love me.”

Derek refrained from pointing out that new families would start out with couples. He tore his gaze away from Stiles’ red shirt.

“That’s because you wouldn’t kill without reason,” Derek said simply, handing over a plate with a piece of the pizza. Stiles stared at him curiously and Derek didn’t try to figure out what for.

“It’s meat lover’s,” he pointed out about the heart shaped atrocity before him. And Stiles snorted at the irony- because yeah, it was just fucking hilarious-  but he didn’t address what was supposed to be going on here.

The bitter taste in Derek’s mouth returned.

****

It happened when Stiles was changing for bed, Derek having given him some spare clothes to sleep in. No need to organize to get back home at this point, Derek had said. And he could just sleep on the couch, Stiles had added with a shrug. It had gotten late anyway. They had ended up watching the movie as they sat on opposite sides of the couch awkwardly, a ghostly cool vacancy occupying the third seat between them.

But now, Derek was the one with the wild beating heart, rooted to the ground like he had been struck by lightning, his breath catching in his throat.

By the time Stiles had lowered the shirt down over his head and could see Derek again, Derek was gone.

In his room, Derek stood unsure at the side of his bed, trying to stop his thoughts from racing.

It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t. He’d seen wrong, he was dreaming. He… The press of claws into his palm pricked and stung and Derek exhaled.

He knew what he had seen, the soft brown moles, splattered over Stiles’ breastbone, grouped together closely to form a swirling mark. A clear mark. Three swirls. A triskele to match the charred coal one on Derek’s back.

**********

Naturally, Derek couldn’t sleep. Here Valentine’s Day had come and passed, he’d found out Stiles had a mark that looked just like his own and yet he had done nothing. He lay in bed, limbs heavy with panic and fear, but mind racing with the need to act.

Because Stiles.

Maybe Stiles could actually be his. And just that possibility made it feel impossible to be here without him. It wasn’t right. It was…

He had to do something.

Stiles himself had been tossing and turning on the couch. It wasn’t a comfortable couch, Derek had told him that right away.

Derek stood.

“Stiles,” he said, popping up at the doorway. “Take the bed.”

Stiles turned to him. “I’m not going to steal your bed from you.”

“We can both fit.”

“But- it’s your bed… and my scent-”

“You’re keeping me up.” Derek was glad that Stiles’ didn’t share the same powers of playing lie detector.

“Oh.”

After a minute or so, Stiles rose, and lifted the blanket with him at first, than stopped- before deciding to take it with him after all. He sheepishly walked past Derek into the bedroom. He halted before getting on the bed.

“Are you-”

“Get in the bed, Stiles.”

“You know I never thought I would be hearing that from you, concerning your bed,” Stiles said as he obeyed, shuffling under the covers.

Derek couldn’t tell what he was actually smelling and what was just wishful thinking.

“Shut up, Stiles. Or there won’t be any cuddling.”

Stiles coughed. There was definitely a flourish of emotion drifting over from Stiles as Derek settled between the sheets again. A scent that was exciting and comforting at the same time. Like an adventure leading home. Derek fought himself not to lie on his side and face Stiles. He turned the other way and closed his eyes. It was comforting to find that he was unbothered by the fact that Stiles could stab him in the back while Derek was unprotected, but he trusted him not to.

“Asshole,” Stiles said softly. His voice was fond.

Derek smiled.

*******

He felt the pull first, before he woke. Then the warmth, vibrating through him, from the middle of his back, along his shoulders, around his waist. And… Stiles. It was his scent, his body pressed against his, a grounding arm holding him close.

Derek let his eyes drift open into the early morning haze. He could feel Stiles' soft skin beneath his fingertips and he looked down at the arm that kept him safe. It had been half an eternity since he'd felt so whole, so unbroken.

It took him a while to understand the warm, fulfilling feeling but the revelation soon sank into his bones with a guest of happiness. He was anchored. Through Stiles' heartbeat, through his triskele-adorned chest, through to Derek's marked back and enstrengthened spine, all the way through to his heart.

And Derek knew this was where he meant to be, safe and protected by Stiles, his trusted and loyal emissary, his mate.

****

Derek was still in the kitchen when Stiles started to stir. His heartbeat tripped over itself as he tried to hurry to but the cinnamon toast together, nicely presented on Derek's finest plate (though in an amateur way).

"Come on, come on," he urged the coffee machine, as if he would succumb to his pleading, while he shifted on his feet and glanced toward the bedroom. Fresh cinnamon toast, two mugs of coffee, and the chocolates that Derek grabbed from the bag Erica had brought soon adorned a tray Derek had surprisingly found in his kitchen. And he reminded himself to walk slowly and calmly as to not spill anything. Despite what Stiles believed werewolves were not exempt from clumsiness. Derek had broken glasses and a vase or two, plus a window once, in his time.

To say he was nervous about confronting Stiles after their impromptu unconscious nightly cuddle session was an understatement. Probably because what he was getting at was that they might be mates- were mates.

Oh boy, this was going to be a ride. But life was always a rollercoaster of surprises with Stiles. Good thing Derek liked rollercoasters.

He took a breath and entered the room, drawing Stiles' attention from the phone he was checking on the bedside table. Stiles sat up in surprise.

"Is that… you made me… breakfast in bed?" He asked, mouth hanging open.

Derek shrugged as best as he could and smiled sheepishly. Stiles' mouth fell open wider.

"Happy Valentine's day?" He tried, miming the writing on the heart-shaped box of chocolates, setting down the try on Stiles' lap and anxiously clasping his hands together behind his back.

"It's not Valentine's day," Stiles pointed out, gaping at the display in front of him before turning his stare at Derek again.

Derek could feel not only his ears but also his cheeks starting to burn.

"Well, I fucked up that opportunity yesterday so I'm hoping to make up for it today… Happy day after Valentine's day?"

"Wha… why?" Derek could see Stiles' Adam's apple work, could see the hope in his eyes, sense his fear. He sat down on the bed at Stiles' side.

"Because I've been an idiot," Derek sighed. He grabbed the hem of his shirt to pull it off, showing Stiles the black spiraled design he knew so well. "It's not a tattoo."

Derek was too afraid to look at Stiles but could hear the soft exhale that came from the other male when he understood. A second later, there was a soft touch, triggering an exploding warmth from the center of Derek's back, a tingling shudder running through him.

"It's your soulmark," Stiles whispered and Derek looked up to meet his eyes in confirmation, feeling the connection spreading as Stiles' palm settled against his skin.

"I have… it's," he started, then pulled away as he struggled to dispose of his own shirt.

"I know," Derek said softly, gaze falling onto the soft dotted triskele on Stiles' chest. He followed the rising blush up to Stiles' face. "I saw it last night."

Stiles' lips quirked up.

"That's why the whole bed and breakfast in bed thing," he said cheekily. "You're wooing me."

Derek really should have expected for Stiles to find amusement in this. No matter that they were mates and Derek just wanted to treat him nice.

"It's working," he countered with his own smirk. "You took your shirt off for me." Stiles huffed and crossed his arms as if to shield himself from Derek's gaze.

"You took your shirt off first."

"Yeah, but you've never taken your shirt off in front of anyone else." Derek could only hope Stiles could hear the appreciation in his voice, because he knew his emissary despite all his cuteness - and tremendous power - was horribly self-conscious. No matter the mask he put up.

The food and coffee hadn't been touched yet, both of their interests elsewhere, so Derek moved the tray to the side and scooted closer. Stiles watched him, shifting forward  as he did so, hands falling into  his lap. Derek reached over to take one of them lightly, cradling it in both of his, and it was almost like he could feel Stiles' happiness flutter through to him.

Stiles' scent spiked with nervousness as Derek's gaze fell to the soft curve of his lips.

"I'm going to kiss you now," Derek declared, "but only if you want me to." Stiles was nodding before Derek had even finished his sentence. "Yes. Yes, I want you to."

It wasn't fireworks and lightning when their lips met but all pieces fell into place and life's puzzle was solved and solidified. Derek could have stayed there forever, gazing into Stiles' eyes, feeling his soft breath against his lips, that still tingled. Talk about post-kiss bliss.

But of course, the pack always had to find a way to get involved. A knock rang out a few seconds before the loft door rolled open with a squeak and Isaac's voice rang out.

"Hello? We uh- we haven't heard from either of you so the pack made me check in and see if… if, uh.."

"We're busy, Isaac," Derek said with an unhappy grunt.

"Don't kill me, I drew the short straw! And you know how scary Erica can be!"

"Isaac," Stiles interjected loudly. "I'm about to lay down that wood. And I don't care if you're here to hear it or not so…"

Derek covered his face and groaned, while Isaac squawked and tripped out the door again. Stiles just laughed. Derek waited till Isaac's quiet cursing was out of ear shot before he looked up again.

"I'll have you know that you're not getting in my pants on the first date," he told Stiles, who continued chuckling.

"Bummer," he replied offhandedly, but his eyes spoke only of happiness. "How about another kiss."

"Mh, that's still pretty demanding." Derek pulled a face and Stiles rolled his eyes.

"I don't know how wooed I am just yet, you know," Stiles warned Derek.

"Give me a day and then let's talk."

Stiles hummed appreciatively. "One day. Then there'll be evaluations. You've got one chance, Sourwolf. Pass or Fail. This is the test."

"You're so ridiculous," Derek complained, while a smile tugged at his lips.

"Hm. I'm not sure I like the sound of that. That'll be ten minus points on the record. You don't woo people by insulting them. Now that's just science."

"Shut up so I can woo you."

"Minus 20 points! This is not a good development. Not at all. You know you were doing good with offering the bed and then presenting br-"

Derek saw no other choice but to occupy Stiles' mouth with another kiss, this one longer, still gentle, but with more feeling. Stiles looked dazed when he pulled back.back.

"50 plus points," Stiles said quietly, cheeks blooming.

"Aaaand open up," Derek said, guiding a piece of cinnamon toast to Stiles' lips, who gladly took a bite of the bread.

He chewed and swallowed, beaming, like the sun to Derek's moon that he was.

"I should call you cheesewolf," Stiles teased. "You're so cheesy."

Derek let him take another bite before he retaliated. "Just looking for ways to shut you up," he said innocently.

Stiles nudged him with a playful glare. "Asshole," he muttered, mouth full.

"Idiot," Derek said fondly.

"You're a total romantic at heart. You're a secret cuddler. Cuddled with me all of last night even though you said you wouldn't."

Derek snorted. "That's just because you were being clingy." That was a total lie and he couldn't look Stiles in the eyes for it.

"Nah," Stiles said offhandedly, a thoughtful look forming on his face as he grabbed Derek's hand to intertwine their fingers. "It's because you belong in my arms."

And yeah, Derek had finally found home again.

#eternalsterek #sterek #fanfic #i wrote this #post-valentine's day #valentine's day

[steviemae]

a serpent’s sister // rm

requested by anonymous: Can you pretty please write about Reggie falling in love with jugheads twin sister and following her around like a lost puppy because she doesn’t believe him but fluff at the end 💗💗

author’s note: okay, so as i was writing this, it became more than i expected so this will most likely be a two parter bc i want y/n and reggie to end up together but for now, enjoy!! (:

You and Jughead were twins, but that was where your similarities stop. You two were polar opposites. Jughead being the self proclaimed loner weirdo and you being the nerd who liked to have people around. Jughead chose to get involved with the Serpents while you chose to stay away. Sure you were friends with them but you stayed out of their business. You wanted nothing really to do with the gang.

Everyone sat around the student lounge, talking and carrying on as per usual. Everyone reminiscing on the party that happened over the weekend. You remembered a specific conversation you had with Reggie and looked over at him to catch him staring at you. He sent you a smile that you halfheartedly returned. Reggie was drunk off his ass at this party and pulled you into an empty room to confess his undying love for you. You had text him the next day if he was talking out of his ass or being serious to which he responded that he meant every word. You were skeptical, thinking he was using it as a tactic to piss of your brother and the other Serpents, knowing it was the perfect way to get a rise out of them - being the Serpent King’s daughter and the twin of the next in line.

Fangs and Sweet Pea walked in, sending you head nods causing you to give them a small smile and wave. After Reggie’s terrible excuse for graffiti on the Riverdale mascot tiles, all gang affiliation had to be covered up and taken off - meaning no tattoos were allowed to be visible and no Serpent jackets. Of course, your bother didn’t listen. He came sauntering in, proudly wearing that worn out hand-me-down leather jacket with the snake prominent on the back.

“For the love of god, Jug.” you said to yourself.

“Take it off.” Reggie growled from next to you. You hide your face in your hands to avoid all the commotion. Reggie and Jughead began their little debate over a stupid jacket.

“y/n do something. That’s your brother, maybe he’ll listen to you.” Josie pleaded trying to find a way to avoid another fight this week.

“You know damn well Jughead is not going to listen to me.” right as you spoke, Sweet Pea and Fangs jumped up as well as the other bulldogs and a giant fight broke out.

“Okay, true. But Reggie might.” she said. You had told her everything to get an opinion on the whole Reggie thing and she is most definitely on Reggie’s side with this one. You finally had enough, rolling your eyes. You stood up and hopped on top of the coffee table before yelling at the group.

“Alright you idiots. Knock it off.” Reggie pushed Jughead off him and everyone stepped away, “this has got to be the dumbest thing to fight over. Find something productive to do!” you said before gathering your stuff and walking out of the lounge right as Principal Whetherbee had everyone involved go to the office.

“Wait, y/n.” you heard someone call. A hand grabbed your arm and turned you around.

“What do you want, Reggie? Shouldn’t you be heading to the office?” you asked rolling your eyes.

“No, just those snakes.” he answered.

“Those snakes are my friends and my brother, need i remind you. Also a load of bullshit, you started the fight.”

“Right, sorry. Look i don’t make the decisions. Whetherbee specifically said the Serpents to his office.” he said making your roll your eyes again. “I thought we could talk. For real this time. Completely sober.” he pleaded.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Reggie. All of your actions lead me to believe you’re only playing this because i’m your enemy’s sister. An easy in to piss everyone off even more.”

“That’s not what this is. I really like you, y/n. I have for a while but never had the courage to tell you.”

“You want me to believe you actually like me, then maybe stop picking petty fights with my brother and the others just because you hate the part of the town i live in. You always seem to forget that i’m a southsider too.”

“I’ll work on it, okay. I’m going to make you believe me.” he said taking your hand in his.

“Good luck with that, Reg.” you said sliding your hand from his and turning back around to head to class.

--

The next day you walked to your locker, finding a note taped to it. You grabbed the tiny envelope, opening it and taking the note out: phase one of my plan to get you to believe me. Careful when you open your locker -Reggie. You put the note back into the envelope before putting your combination in and slowly opening your locker door. A giant bouquet of your favorite flowers sat inside making your mouth drop a little.

“How the hell did he get this in here?” you mumbled taking the bouquet out and exchanging it for your books. You brought them to your nose to smell the delicious scent with a small smile on your face.

“Like them?” Reggie said from behind you making you spin around.

“Two questions - how did you know these were my favorite and how did you get them into my locker?”

“I had Betty ask your brother and Veronica gave me your combo.” he answered simply.

“Well thank you, but what the hell am i supposed to do with a giant bouquet for the rest of the day. I can’t just carry them around with me to class.” Reggie shrugged not really thinking about that part either. You sighed, turning back around to grab what you needed for first period and sitting the bouquet back in your locker before carefully closing the door as to not crush the flowers.

“Can i walk you to class?” he asked taking your books from your hands.

“Um yeah sure.” you said furrowing your eyebrows. He didn’t really give you a choice since he already had your books and started heading towards your first class before you could answer. You sped up your walk to catch up with him, walking side by side to your class.

“Is this mutt bothering you, y/n?” Sweet Pea asked crossing his arms over his chest as Reggie sat your books on your desk, a scowl spreading across his face as Sweet Pea spoke.

“Why don’t you mind your business, reptile.” Reggie spat.

“For fucks sake you two.” you said stepping in between the two angry boys, “Reggie, go to class. Sweet Pea, go sit down. You’re both bothering me now.” Reggie’s face immediately held a look of sadness for a brief second before he nodded and left the room.

“What’s that all about?” Sweet Pea asked sitting back down in his desk that was situated behind you.

“He’s trying to prove to me that he actually likes me and not using it as a way to piss you guys off, but in all honesty, i don’t know if this is going to work. If he can’t get along with you guys then it’s a no go.”

“Look, i don’t really like the guy, but don’t let his hatred for us stop you from being happy, y/n. I know you like him or else you would’ve told him to fuck off already.”

“I can’t. He hates the Southside so much, Jughead included. You can’t hate my friends and family but not hate me when i come from the exact same part of town. I’m not a Serpent, but i’m a Serpents daughter and another one’s sister. I’m really no different than any of you and the things he says apply to me too, whether he means them to or not. You can’t pick and chose who from the southside you’re not going to hate. If you hate one of us, you hate all of us.” you rambled. Sweet Pea understood where you were coming from. Even though you chose to stay out of all things Serpents, you were still very much an advocate for the Southside and he appreciated that you stuck up for them so much. They were still your family.

“Have you told him any of that?” he asked.

“Not fully but yes, i’ve mentioned it. He knows how i feel about this feud and if he really wants to be with me then he can get over it or lose me completely.” you stated turning around as the teacher called for everyone’s attention.

Reggie had heard the entire conversation you had with Sweet Pea. Both of your desks were by the door and right as Reggie made it halfway down the hallway, he turned around to apologize but caught your conversation instead. He turned down the hallway in search of your brother to try and make things right.

“What now, Reggie? Come to pick another fight?” he asked.

“No, i want to win your sister over and i need to know how i can do that?” he said sitting down.

“Well for starters you need to know she’s all about family - that means the Serpents. My advice to you would be to get your head out of your ass.” Jughead stood up and walked out of the lounge leaving Reggie with his thoughts for a minute. He decided to skip first period and just think of what to do. Realizing there was only one thing he could do, he let out a sigh and ran his hands through his hair before getting up and heading to Whetherbee’s office.

--

After class you headed for the lounge to spend your free period, hoping to find Reggie so you could talk and tell him everything you told Sweet Pea earlier, but couldn’t find him. The announcement bell went off and Whetherbee’s voice rang through the speakers.

“All punishments handed out to any Southside students has been revoked. You will not be held accountable and will no longer need to serve detention. However, tattoos and all gang related clothing are still not allowed. Again, all detentions and suspensions have been lifted from all Southside students. That is all.”

“What was that all about?” you asked looking around to your group who all shrugged their shoulders. You looked over at Jughead who stood smiling happily with Fangs, Sweet Pea and Toni. The boys high-fiving each others. You got up and walked to the office to speak with Principal Whetherbee to figure out why all of a sudden he changed his mind - not that you weren’t happy about it, you were for sure, but it’s still a bit off.

“Principal Whetherbee, can i ask you a question?” you said standing in the doorway of his office.

“Sure, ms. Jones. Have a seat.” he said motioning to a seat the chairs in front of him.

“What made you change your mind about punishing all of the Southside students?” you asked sitting down in one seat and placing your bag in the other.

“I thought you would be happy about it, ms. Jones.”

“Oh i am. i just wanted to know why the sudden change.”

“Reggie Mantle confessed to spray painting the logo over our mascot and for initiating all of the fights. He practically begged me to take their punishments and let him serve them. It was a long conversation, but he was adamant and that’s the first time i’ve ever seen Mantle fess up to anything.” your jaw dropped with this revelation. Reggie went out of his way to get the Serpents free of all punishments.

“And where is Reggie now, might i ask?”

“He’s serving his suspension starting today, ms. Jones. He won’t be back for a week and then he has quite a few detentions to serve when he does return.”

“Thank you, Principal Whetherbee.” you said as you grabbed your bag and practically ran out of the school. You hopped into your car and sped off to Reggie’s house.

When you arrived you banged on the door until he opened.

“Alright, what the hell?” he said opening it. His eyes got slightly wider when he saw you standing there, “y/n what’re you doing here?” he asked. You didn’t say anything, instead you walked up to him, placing your hand on the back of his neck, pulling his down and meshing your lips together in a heated kiss.

“What was that for?” he asked when you pulled away.

“For finally getting your head out of your ass. And a thank you for setting the Southside free and owning up to your mistakes.” you said with a smile.

“Was that a one time thing or can we talk?” he asked.

“I think we can do that a few more times. If and only if this isn’t a one time thing. You can’t go back to hating on the southside. This kind of behavior you showed today has to continue. No more fights, no more accusing any of them for whatever else bad happens in this town, no more setting them up. You don’t have to be their friend but i want you to be nice around them.” you said.

“Done. i promise you from now on, i won’t be a dick. The new Reggie is here to stay.” he said smiling down at you.

“Good.” you smiled pulling him in for a kiss.

--

The next month or so went smoothly. You and Reggie were official and his rude demeanor towards the Serpents died down, though it took a couple of days. That is, until Midge’s death. You and Midge were close, her and Moose going out with you and Reggie a few times in the last couple of months so basically witnessing her murder was hitting you pretty hard. You sat on the bench in the locker room - knowing you probably shouldn’t be in there but all you wanted was Reggie to comfort you but of course, he had to chat with the Bulldogs and spread the suspicion of who did it. You sat leaning against the lockers on the bench when Moose spoke.

“Midge was screwing one of the Serpents behind my back. I was mad and stormed out of her dressing room. I don’t want them to think it was me so i didn’t say anything.”

“Moose, why didn’t you just say the two of you had a little argument and you left. They would’ve checked your alibi.” you said, your voice coarse from crying. He stayed silent, shrugging his shoulders at your question.

“One of them was screwing Midge?” Reggie said getting angry. He kicked the lockers, making one of them fall over and almost land where you were standing before storming out.

“Reggie, what are you doing?” you said running after him. He busted into the room that Jughead used for their meetings.

“Rumour has it, one of you was screwing Midge. My guess, it was you Sweet Pea.”

“Reggie, are you fucking serious right now?” you said grabbing his arm and pulling him back. He tugged his arm from your grasp, ignoring you completely as him and Pea went after each other. Archie and Jughead yelled for them to stop and finally, it broke up. You were on the verge of tears as you stood in front of Reggie.

“You couldn’t just leave it be, Reggie? You know damn well none of them killed her. And it’s none of your business who Midge screws. Her and Moose were never fully together anyways, lord know who he fucked behind her back. All i wanted was my boyfriend to comfort me because our friend just got murdered pretty much right in front of us and there was nothing we could do to help her and you go and accuse my family of killing her.”

“Baby, no don’t cry. I’m sorry.” he said taking a step towards you.

“No, you’re not. You were doing so good at not hating them and blaming them. I told you at the beginning that this was only going to work if you put your unjustified hatred to the side, but you just couldn’t do that.”

“Come on, y/n. Lets go home.” Jug said trying to get you to leave seeing how upset and worked up you were.

“No, Jug. I’m not finished.” you said pushing him away from you, “in case you couldn’t figure it out, we’re done, Reggie. And please for the love of god, let me be. Don’t try to call me, don’t come to my house with flowers and empty apologies. Just leave me alone, okay. I can’t stand to even look at you right now.” and with that, you stormed out of the room walking straight to your car where you burst into sobs. Moment later you heard your doors being opened. Jughead pushed you over so he could slide into the driver seat, knowing your were too upset to drive. Sweet Pea getting into the passanger seat, leaving you squished between him and Jughead while Toni and Fangs climbed into the back. None of them said anything as Jughead started your car and pulled out of the parking lot heading for Sunnyside Trailer park. Sweet Pea threw his arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his side, where you curled up in a ball and cried into his chest over your now ex-boyfriend and your dead friend.

#riverdale imagines #reggie mantle imagines #riverdale imagine #reggie mantle imagine #riverdale fluff #riverdale #reggie mantle x reader #reggie mantle #imagines #writing #steviemae

[damonkarofsky]

The NWG provides documentation of WARLOCK, CIRCLE MIDNIGHT: DAMON EMMETT KAROFSKY. Records show that HE is TWENTY-FOUR years of age. HE is known to be NEUTRAL to the NWG system. HE is CHAOTIC NEUTRAL and of HIGHER social class. It is known in the Night World community that he is RESILIENT and BOLD, though there are whispers that HE is BRASH and DEFIANT.

HI, i’m miki, 20, and super excited 2 write with u all! under the cut r some basic stats & a lil background history and a few ideas for plots !!

BASICS.

full name: damon emmett karofsky

nicknames: damie, d, em, fuckface, day

family/birth order: eldest 

face claim: aaron taylor-johnson (particularly aaron taylor-johnson in nowhere boy because MMMMMMM)

race: warlock (heir to circle midnight)

alignments: chaotic stupid chaotic neutral, gryffindor, estp, sanguine

loyalty: rebel neutral to the nwg system

social class: higher class

age: 24

date of birth: march 22nd

star sign: aries

pronouns: cismale, he/him.

sexuality: bisexual

ships: damon/chem

anti-ships: damon/forced

scars/tattoos/notable features: no tattoos (yet). can often be seen wearing a leather bracelet and miscellaneous rings.

aesthetic: consecutive nights without sleep; ruddy fingers clutching steaming coffee mugs; jackets tied around the waist; bracelets peeking out from the edge of long sleeves; leaves crunching under sneakers; laughing so hard your cheeks ache; chest jitters at 5am; spontaneous road trips, late-night motorcycle rides; mismatched socks; good luck charms; shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow; shit-eating grin; loud knuckle cracking; winking, high fiving, finger-gunning bastard, always seems to be moving around; orders for everyone at a restaurant

habits: smoking; compulsively taps fingers/foot/nearby objects

+ : perceptive; rational; bold; direct; hard-working

- : impatient; risk-prone; insensitive; defiant; obnoxious

likes: good food, good music, those worms on a string, carnivals, cartoons, sci fi, coffee, tea, good jokes, bad jokes, jokes in general, sweets. his motorcycle and love of his life, simba.

dislikes: cats, peanuts, customers, being cold, awkward silences.

HISTORY.

    Damon’s childhood was polarising, to say the last. In the eyes of Diana and Paul Karofsky, both more convinced by the prospect of heirs than the prospect of children, their son was little more than a vague annoyance on his best days and an intolerable menace on his worst. Though extended family and close friends threw around words like “charming” and “handsome”, Damon was every bit as likely to be beaten with his mother’s velveteen slippers as he was to have his cheeks pinched and his praises sung.

    The Karofsky’s lives were ruled by tradition – a very unhealthy amount of it, and some very backward views. They embraced the government fully and will not hesitate killing the innocent. Ten-year-old Damon felt awkward at family gatherings and was unable to form bonds or conversations with his family; his family’s supremacist ideologies shared in dinners disgusted him, whereas the rest of his family would applaud and laugh.

    For all his too-clever comments and small acts of rebellion, however, Damon secretly longed to please his parents. More than anything, perhaps, he wanted to make them happy in the hopes that it might sway them to affection. Needless to say, that dream was never realised and the Damon that rocked up to his first day at NW Academy was, to the surprise of no-one, an arrogant and volatile product of his upbringing.

    Damon’s natural charms served him well in school, and he was, to the surprise of no one, immensely popular among his peers. NW Academy (or, whatever prestigious school they have) was full of “the right sort”, according to his parents, so they weren’t particularly worried about who he hung around with, nor did it ever cross their minds that their son would pick up any strange ideas or false opinions during his time there. And for the most part, he didn’t. Damon graduated with near-perfect scores as a result of natural talent, not dedication, as much of his school career was spent dossing around with friends and playing cleverly-crafted tricks on his teachers.

MISC.

damon is hopelessly adventurous and known to be careless when it comes to achieving his goals. he always seems to find a place to fit in, using his bright smile and boyish charm. he’s a bit of a goofball— has a sarcastic wit and is quick to make a joke, which can sometimes get a little overwhelming for some. however, he’s a genuinely nice, loyal guy and has a Golden heart underneath all of that Crazy.

drives a super cool harley-davidson his parents disapprove of… damon makes sure to go on motorcycle night rides once a week. to reflect that Classic Conception of delinquency

can’t live without a pack of cigarettes (oh the irony in that statement) and his ray-bans. when he began smoking as a teenager, it was just something that he had picked up from the other boys in an effort to fit in. however, he quickly found himself attached to the sensation, finding temporary relief and relaxation in the bad habit. throughout the years this has switched from a casual, social habit to something that he gravitates towards whenever he’s stressed, anxious, or needs to occupy his mind

would hella love to travel around the world some day

missed a bus on purpose to keep talking to the nice old lady at the bus stop

a hopeless romantic rip

a pretty damn talented warlock

a potty mouth. :/

values and is extremely protective of his close friends he has.

moral compass??? mislaid

is against the nwg but?? doesn’t really know what to do rip

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

give me The Best Friend, the ride or die, the person damon would murder for

or even better: the squad

a rebel who’ll drag him out of the closet (and by closet i mean someone who’ll help him realise that he should stop mucking about like a coward and fully rebel against the gov’t because? i stan development)

people who lowkey can’t stand his personality rip but is scared bc of his background

a mom friend? someone who can rein in this lil son of a bitch

fwb, exes, all that good shit

enemies? :thinking:

honestly i’m open to anything 8^)

[spookyrejects]

i have in fact wilded. notice how they go from barely descriptive to way too descriptive why am i like this .

harlem “harley” maddox. brenton thwaites. + PAIN KILLER, RUEL. twenty-six.

alright we are gonna try this with a soft boy who just wants good things to happen. going to be very timid and anxious maybe with a little stutter that flares up when he’s nervous. all the nervous ticks o my god he’s gonna be such a soft boy.

luciano . douglas booth. + NOVOCANE, THE UNLIKELY CANDIDATES. twenty five.

my SAD BOY who acts like he’s put together but he is genuinely not. he’s lived in texas his whole life and moved to boulder because his uncle passed and he took over the business. when he was 12 he nearly drowned which lead him to be terrified of water and had hallucinations of literal hell so he’s convinced he’s going to hell when he dies.

lesley york. abigail cowen. + PRETENDER, STEVE AOKI, AJR, LIL YACHTY. nineteen.

younger sister to noah york. was always the popular / pretty girl in school, with her brother’s sob story she was able to be seen as a saint always trying to tend to him. she became instagram famous her senior year of high school and everyone seemed to love her. that’s because she’s never been true to herself. rather molding to whatever or whoever anyone needed or wanted her to be. on the outside, she’s confident, a leader, an icon. but on the in she has no idea what she’s doing at any given moment. she moved out of her childhood home with her brother and shares a flat with him.

zade francis. bob morley. + I think i’m OKAY, MGK, TRAVIS BAKER, YUNGBLUD. thirty-two.

older brother of shane & boston francis. has been a hip hop artist since he was nineteen, not really making it big until about ten years ago. he has always been mixed in with the wrong people. big drug addict, has been shot and broken almost every bone in his body. no matter what he does, he always seems to pick the wrong choice. his life has constantly been an uphill battle from issues with his family in the public eye to rehab trip after rehab trip to try and get his image clean.  ( vc: mgk. )

vance shepard. robert sheehan. + 100 BAD DAYS, AJR. thirty.

i am just stealing finnick bc i loved finnick

finnick’s mother and father are both well established actors and for a majority of his life he was in the tabloids. then, he went missing when his parents sent him to live with his aunt. it was rumored for a long time that he died during the accident on set. while living with his aunt he endured emotional and physical abuse from her. this resulted in him being very twitchy at times and fear the woman. when he was sixteen he began to use narcotics to numb the pain. at eighteen he planned to leave his aunts house, having finished school and doing everything his parents asked he thought he would be able to join them in the states. only to find out they couldn’t take him, and he had to stay in ireland, claiming it ‘wasn’t the right time’ for a comeback. when he turned twenty-three he came out of the shadows on his own with a short flim he wrote and directed on his own life. it won an oscar. this was his peak, because after that he could not write or produce shit. he was under far too much pressure to make his parents proud. his drug addiction then got worse. when he turned twenty-six he nearly overdosed, only to be found by his parents. this is when he was sent back to live with his aunt. and despite how much older he was now he still fell into the old habits of being terrified of the woman. he continued to live with her desperately trying to get sober but hopelessly failing. every time he would relapse, she would kick him out of the house. now, three years later he has relapsed again but this time, he stole everything his aunt had and left town. using all of the money to pay his way into the manor. he does not plan on staying long. personality:despite being a very depressed person, he is extensively extroverted. he is very charismatic and can be protective and kind. with his drug addiction he can be very excitable and it’s when he doesn’t have drugs he falls back into his depression and it’s not a pretty sight.

heath williams. joe dempsey. + STUPID DEEP, JON BELLION. thirty-one.

cousin to james & noah williams. went into the army when he was eighteen because he comes from a line of soldiers. was raised in a slightly similar environment to james but his father was more cold in the sense he didn’t speak to him unless he was training. definitely raised to be the perfect soldier, but while in the war he lost his leg within the first year after stepping on a landmine and was sent home. his father, extremely disappointed in him, disowned him and his mother tried to take care of him for as long as she could. he soon moved into an apartment in the darker sides of town, kept to himself, works as a janitor in a hospital. 

noah york. sean berdy. + SAD FOREVER, LAUV. twenty one.

older brother to lesley york. lost his hearing when he was thirteen. his father took him to a gun range and he took out his ear plugs thinking to hear him only to have the gun go off and his hearing to be permanently affected. this lead him to fall into a bit of a depression in which he just let things happen to him. he didn’t go out of his way to get things for himself, rather waited for them to fall in his lap out of fear of failure. a year ago, though, he moved out of his childhood home into an apartment down town with his dramatically famous sister. meanwhile, he works in a floral shop.

maize perez. ana de armas. + BARBIE GIRL, AQUA. twenty nine.

celebrity rival to shane & boston francis. the original queen bee of hollywood, having been the most famous model and actress as of 2018. she started off as a young teen actor in a disney movie that really set her apart from the competition. another big reason she was so easy to make famous was because she became anyone her parents, and then manager, asked her to be. when she was twenty-one, though, she began to slip up and had a melt down in public, resulting in shaving her hair off and getting a tattoo of the logo of her first television show on her chest above her heart. this did not go over well, in fact, she was sent to a hospital where her managers and mother put her under a coma and spread rumors of disease. she remained in the coma for two weeks before she finally woke up and her lesson was learned. this was not her life. this wasn’t who she wants to be. but she has no control.

#hc. maize #hc. harley #hc. lesley #hc. noah york #hc. heath #hc. vance #hc. luciano #hc. zade

[theroundeviloftable]

Park Ranger

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Soulmate AU

Summary: Y/N and Namjoon live in a soulmate universe where they receive the same injuries that the other does; for example, if one soulmate were to cut their finger, the other would receive the same cut spontaneously a few seconds later, without the initial pain but still with the blood/other physical effects.  You can imagine how well this would go for a pair of soulmates where one is just naturally clumsy, and the other works as a tree-climbing obsessed park ranger.

Word Count: 2,391

A/N: so this AU is something I wrote for a different pairing a while ago (its not my AU originally, but I lost the original post I got the AU idea from), but I thought that it would just fit Joon so damn well, so I decided to create this...whatever it is. As always, this has not been proofread at ALL lmao so go easy on me.  (Also I know I’ve been MIA for quite some time now...ha ha..don’t @ me bc I will fight)

Enjoy my lovelies!

“Y/N, I think you’re bleeding again...?”

You turned to your left to see your shift partner pointing at your forehead with a questioning look in her eyes.  You huffed out a tiny breath and brought your fingers to your forehead, feeling around until you felt moisture right above your left eyebrow.  You pulled your fingers away and, sure enough, they were coated with a thin layer of dark red blood.  Letting out another, albeit louder, huff, you turned away from your coworker and headed towards the first aid kit.

“You need some help?” She yelled at your retreating figure, but you replied back with a strong “NO”, and continued your 4th trip to the bathroom that day (only one of which had been to actually USE the bathroom), first aid kit in one hand and an ever-growing distaste for your “soulmate” in the other.  You hadn’t even been outside at all that day, hadn’t climbed a single tree, hadn’t given a single nature tour to a visiting elementary school group, and yet you already had a shallow cut on your forearm, a bruise on your calf, and now another cut above your eyebrow.

You hoped your soulmate was either a doctor or a tattoo artist because you were going to need some way to cover up all the scars he was responsible for.

~~~~~~~

Namjoon had one of the worst headaches in his life, and all because of his friend, Seokjin.  

He was visiting said friend at work, the pair choosing to take a walk around the hospital grounds while Seokjin was on a rare break, and everything was going fine, until the pole.  Namjoon had walked face-first into a steel pole, all because Seokjin had failed to warn him it was coming.

“Joon, I told you, I was looking the other way!  I swear, I didn’t see the pole, otherwise I would’ve said something and-”

“Jin, please just be quiet.” Namjoon was crouching and had one hand pressed over his left eye that had taken the brunt of the collision with the pole, his head pounding and Jin’s voice bouncing around in his skull doing nothing but amplifying the pain.  Seokjin mimicked Namjoon’s position, grabbing his friend’s wrist and slowly pulling his hand away from his eye only to discover that-

“Joon!  You’re bleeding!  My goodness, how hard does someone have to smack a pole with their face for the skin to break?”

Seokjin began rifling through the pockets of his lab coat to find a bandage, meanwhile Namjoon was groaning and cursing himself for his stupidity.  “Jin, my soulmate is gonna kill me!  This is the third time today that I’ve hurt myself, honestly I think this is the start of a personal record-breaking day for me.”

The doctor simply chuckled as he peeled the protective backing from an adhesive bandage, pressing it lightly over the cut on Namjoon’s forehead after wiping it with an antiseptic cloth.  “Just, when you meet her, make sure you bring her in to see me first thing, yeah?”

Namjoon looked up at Seokjin with confusion written all over his face, the expression making the bandage over his left eyebrow crinkle worryingly.  Jin just chuckled again, and tried to clear up his friend’s confusion.  “I meant to bring her so that I can work on patching up all those scars she probably has from your clumsy ass.”

“Hey! I’m not that clumsy...”  Namjoon rises back to standing straight, but keeps his eyes trained sheepishly on the ground, and Seokjin just joins him standing, laughing brightly and flinging an arm around his friend’s shoulders to usher him forward on their continuing stroll.

Namjoon smiles devilishly and stops rubbing at his bandaged forehead for a moment.  “At least I don’t sound like a broken windshield wiper when I laugh.”

Seokjin punches him in the shoulder, hard.

“Jin!! C’mon, I think that left another bruise!”

~~~~~~~

“Y/N, can you take this group out for me?!  The supervisor over at the RV station called and said he needed an extra hand over there.”  

You stopped your shift partner with your hands on her shoulders, and looked deep into her eyes while you smiled softly.  She was obviously panicking, and you wanted to try and calm her down a bit before she had to drive a four-wheeler over to the RV station further in the forest.  “Emily, Em, hey look at me for a sec.”

You saw her eyes focus on yours and hold the contact, so you began speaking once more.  “I’ll take care of this group, and the rest of the groups for today, so don’t worry about it, okay?  Everything will be fine.”

“But, Y/N, your shift is scheduled to end in like, 30 minutes and there are still 3 groups left for tours today and I can make it back for those I just really need help for this one-”

You held up a finger and Emily immediately closed her mouth, following your instructions for her to breathe in a out a few times.  You continued to assure her you would take the remaining tour groups out for their nature walks, and Emily was in a much better state of mind as you watched her strap on a helmet and begin her ride to the other park station.

You took a deep breath and patted your hands on the sides of your khaki cargo shorts, scraping off invisible dust, before turning on your heel and exiting the back room of the nature center.  Out in the arrival area of the center, you could see the beginnings of a group of school kids, one by one piling off the yellow school bus and practically vibrating with their excitement to go on a hike.  The sight brought a small smile to your lips, and you took a moment to grab your ranger hat and re-tie your boot laces before heading out front to greet the school group.

Little to say, that day of tours ended with a slightly twisted ankle (on both you and your soulmate) that resulted from having to stop a kid from slipping off a rock while he was playing in a creek,  multiple cameras that held pictures of the “daring park ranger” who had climbed a tree to save a baby squirrel, and a mess of tiny, stinging cuts on your face from climbing said tree that had Namjoon yelling in pain when he went to wash his own face later that night.

~~~~~~~

It had been 2 days since you had received any secondhand bruises, cuts, or scrapes from your soulmate, and you were honestly starting to get a little worried.  He usually gave you at least one bruise or bump a day, whether it be a stubbed toe or a certain tender spot on the hip that only comes from impact with a table corner.  You were secretly hoping (and this might make you sound a little crazy) for any sort of small pain just to let you know that your soulmate was still alive and out there somewhere.

Finishing tying your hair into a ponytail and brushing your teeth, you slipped on your ranger hat and boots again, prepping to go in for another rewarding, if not tiring, work day.  Your stomach grumbled quietly, and you humored it by grabbing an apple from the bowl on the counter on your way out to your car, keys in hand and backpack slung over one shoulder.  The apple was already halfway gone by the time you were in the driver’s seat with a hand on the wheel, ready to depart.

You felt something dripping on the arm that was currently holding the apple up to your waiting mouth, and you silently prayed to yourself that the wetness was from leaking juice.  You shut your eyes, breathed in deep, and opened them to face whatever reality existed.

You were sure you had been eating a green apple, but the whole upper half was stained red from blood that was currently pouring from a large gash in the center of your hand.

“Shit.”

Your hand shot off the steering wheel and reached over to your bag, groping blindly for any sort of cloth to bind your hand in temporarily while you drove yourself to the hospital.  You were sure you needed stitches, and just hoped that the cut wouldn’t hinder any possible, near-future tree climbing opportunities.

~~~~~~~

“Joon?  We weren’t supposed to meet today, why are you...oh.”

Seokjin simply raised one eyebrow, unamused, as he surveyed a very sheepish Namjoon with a sock wrapped right around the middle of his left hand.  The once white sock was now stained bright red, clearly from something the boy had managed to get himself into once again.  Jin had to stop himself from sighing before he motioned to Namjoon to follow him back to the section for emergency patients.  He pointed to a clean bed, and Namjoon obediently sat while he waited for Jin to return with what he needed to assess and fix Namjoon’s wound.

However, not even a moment later, a woman was being led to the bed directly next to Namjoon’s, and he craned his neck in curiosity to see what was wrong with her, as she seemed perfectly healthy.  It was then that he noticed she was also cradling her left hand to her chest, with what looked to be a bright orange safety vest wrapped carefully around the middle of it.  Namjoon was just beginning to notice the clear start of blood seeping over the portions of cloth that were not clutched in the woman’s fist when she turned around from talking to the nurse to sit on her assigned bed.

It was as though Namjoon experienced the moments after while submerged in a jar of honey, everything looking slow and golden.  Their eyes met as he looked up from her hand, and he swore he could feel a rush of strong emotion go straight to his heart, squeezing it in a vice.  The sound of her voice was muted when she started to speak, but he watched as her eyes flitted to his own sock-clad hand, and then returned to holding his gaze as her eyebrows furrowed in obvious understanding and annoyance. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?”  Namjoon visibly shook himself out of whatever sort of moment his brain decided to have just then, and looked at the girl with wide eyes.  The expression was so comical and endearing that you had to stop yourself from cracking a smile and laughing a bit.

“I asked, how did you get that cut?”

Again, you bit back a laugh as the man before you (who you realized was most likely your soulmate) donned an equally expressive face, this time conveying his embarrassment at having to tell his possible soulmate how he managed to slice open his palm.

“I uh...I, well...”  He cleared his throat and adjusted the collar of the button up shirt he was wearing, even though the top two buttons were undone and were nowhere near tight around his neck.  “I was..attempting to cut the tag off of a new pair of sunglasses I had just gotten in the mail, and it seems as though I wasn’t meant to use a pair of scissors.”

At that remark, you couldn’t hold in your laughter anymore, and it flowed freely from your lips as you rocked back a little and rested the non-injured hand over your abdomen.  Namjoon thought to himself that he had never heard your laugh before, but it was already a sound he wanted to keep on repeat for the rest of his life.

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“So now I know why I have so many little cuts all over my hands and face all the time!”

You turned to glare down at Namjoon, who was currently pointing up at you accusingly as you continued to climb up a rather tall pine tree.  He withered under your glare, and you smirked at the fact that he knew he had caused you just as many injuries, simply because he was a clumsy fucker.  At least your injuries were warranted by your job.

He huffed out an indignant breath, and crossed his arms over his chest.  “This is just great, my soulmate is goddamn George of the Jungle, and I’m her clumsy ape of a sidekick.”

“You what, mate?”  You looked down at Namjoon again as you reached out your hand for a squirrel to jump on your arm (it gladly took the invitation and clambered onto your shoulder without a second thought), and soon there were two pairs of eyes staring down at Namjoon questioningly.

His jaw was almost on the floor when he saw the squirrel on your shoulder.  He threw his hands up in exasperation, and began walking away from the tree.  “That’s it, I’m done with this.”

You just laughed and expertly navigated the tree branches until you were safely back on the ground, placing the squirrel down and waving at it as it scurried back into a bush.

You called out to Namjoon, who was currently about a yard away from the tree.  “Hey, wait up, Joonie, you’ll get yourself into trouble somehow without me there to watch you!”

He turned quickly with a goofy grin on his face, one that he couldn’t stop from spreading at your use of his favorite nickname, and replied, “I’ll be perfectly fine, don’t you worry!  I’m not that much of a klutz that I can’t walk a simple hiking trail without-gah!”

Your hand shot out immediately to catch Namjoon’s own to stop him from falling completely on his face.  He had tripped.  On a stick.  It wasn’t even rooted into the ground, just a plain stick lying in the middle of the path.

He looked up at you in mock horror as he saw the self-assured smirk gracing your lips already.

“Aw Joonie, you didn’t need to go through all this trouble to show how much you’re falling for me.”

“Shut up, you’ve been hanging around with Jin too much lately.  Your jokes are terrible.”

You simply giggled softly under your breath as you tugged Namjoon into your waiting arms, planting a kiss on the side of his jaw and laughing louder when you saw the tips of his ears turn red.

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed, and don’t be afraid to like, reblog, and tell me your thoughts/comments!  Love you, darlings <3.

#bts fics #namjoon x reader #park ranger au #soulmate au #soulmate injury au #my fics #kim namjoon #bts #bts x reader #bts x you #fluff #sorry not sorry that this happened i live for klutz!joon #klutz!kim namjoon #thank you all for reading #enjoy

[hermannsthumb]

Hi! it's me again, the person who named their cat after Newton. Just wanted to share a thing that happened today I let him out and like 20 min later an older gentleman calls me to say that my dumbass of a kitten had followed him home. I had to drive over there to get him (he was fine btw, the man was really nice and even gave him some food). But like, newmann au where Hermanns cat runs away and attractive stranger Newt takes care of the kitten until Hermann comes to get him.

Anonymous said: i hc that 1 of many reasons hermann loves cats is bc they're like tiny lil mathematicians!! calculating angles n trajectory before they jump, evaluating the way things move etc. no-kaiju au hermann has 2 clever cats n finds out that newt loves cats too, so they kind of hook on to that as a small talk prompt so they don't kill each other. but one day herms has to drop smth off @ newts n finds out his cat is The Most Stupid Orange Boy Ever bc like what did he expect. ofc he loves them both anyway.

i loved both of these messages so much and i love newt and hermann and cats so im....making a little ficlet combining the two (with some stretching of the anon message)...this is SO hallmark channel original its atrocious

Hermann’s never been the type for pets, not even when he was a child. Nor has he ever been the type for caring for really any living thing. He’s not the nurturing type. He had a small terrarium with a turtle as a child (a birthday gift from a relative who’s long dead at this point) and kept a houseplant for a month (a housewarming gift from an overenthusiastic neighbor in the flat next door), but his sister claimed ownership of the turtle when he went off for university and he hasn’t seen it since, and the plant quickly withered and died from lack of natural sunlight. 

But the winter months always hit Hermann the hardest (seasonal depression compounded on top of regular depression compounded on top of Hermann’s semi-self-inflicted aching loneliness), and moving across an ocean and even further away from everything he knows is hardly helping, which is why his new therapist suggested he get a pet. An emotional support pet, he thinks they’re called. Something for Hermann to look after and have as his companion so he doesn’t spend every moment he’s not lecturing at the nearby university staring out his bedroom window at the ice and the frost and the snow and contemplating his own existence and the aforementioned aching loneliness.

So Hermann got a cat. It was either that, or try to make friends, and he’s never been good at making friends either.

It’s a nice little cat, a small grey-and-white tabby, and Hermann took a shine to it immediately at the local humane society when it peered through the cage at him with big brown eyes and mewed. If Hermann were another man, he might say he took a shine to it because it was cute.

It’s a clever cat, and fairly easy to co-habitat with, too. Hermann feeds it twice a day (morning, before lecturing, and evening, after lecturing) and buys it a scratching post and toys so it doesn’t ruin his furniture. In return, the little cat sometimes curls up on his lap as he grades assignments and on the great empty space in Hermann’s bed every night when Hermann lays down to sleep. Often it will lick Hermann’s hand, as if it’s trying to groom him, or present its plush mouse toys to Hermann as gifts in return for a head scratch. Hermann’s rather fond of it, to his immense surprise. He thinks it’s fond of him.

It’s why he’s near frantic now. He had his front door propped open for a single moment--just long enough to balance his cane with his grocery bags--and his cat took the chance and bolted past him down the hallway. By the time Hermann gathered his bearings and tore after it, it was completely gone. No way of telling where it may be, whether it ran up or down the staircase, whether it ducked into the elevator with another renter, whether it’s even still in the complex.

Hermann didn’t even name the bloody thing yet. How is he supposed to call for it?

He heats up a miserable dinner of leftover pasta and considers what to do next. His cat hasn’t a name, but it does have a collar with Hermann’s cellular number and name on it (suggested by the humane society, and Hermann, ever paranoid, was all too happy to go along with it). If someone finds his cat, they’ll surely call him. He hopes.

There are no phone calls through dinner. Hermann is too worried to grade the stack of assignments cluttering up his kitchen table and spends the evening staring out the window at the ice, and the frost, and the snow...

His cell phone rings; Hermann answers it immediately. “Hello?” he says.

“Uh, Hermann Gottlieb?” someone says.

“Yes,” Hermann says. “Yes, that’s me. Hello.”

“I think I found your cat.”

Newton, as the man on the other end of the phone introduces himself, lives a mere two floors below Hermann (Hermann is out the door and in the elevator before he’s even hung up) and found Hermann’s cat wandering the ground floor when he came home from work. Also at Hermann’s university, to Hermann’s surprise, but biology. (Newton is very talkative; he learns a lot aout him very, very quickly.) He hadn’t even meant to take it home, he explains, it just sort of...followed him.

“Maybe he smelled my cat on me,” he laughs, once he’s shown a still-frantic Hermann into his flat. It’s messy and a little cramped, with coffee mugs and open textbooks and half-finished crochet projects strewn about, movie posters and anatomical diagrams and sketches of plants plastered up all over the (lime green) walls. Messy and cramped, and somehow immensely, and strangely, appealing.

Newton himself is strangely appealing, too. He’s about Hermann’s age, short and scruffy, with tattoos and pierced ears and thick glasses, but he smiles brilliantly at Hermann, touches his shoulder and back companionably as he steers him into his sitting room, has a loud laugh that makes Hermann feel warm and pleasant.

(Newton, Hermann admits to himself, is also cute.)

“This your little guy?” Newton says, picking up Hermann’s cat from his dingy couch. He scratches behind its ears, and it starts purring and nuzzling Newton’s chest immediately.

It is, indeed, Hermann’s grey and white tabby cat. “That’s him,” Hermann sighs. “I really am sorry about this.”

Newton smiles. “It’s fine, dude. He and my cat were chilling.” He nods back to the couch, where a fat orange and white cat is chewing on one of the tassels of Newton’s pillows. Hermann almost hadn’t seen it. “He’s such a dumbass,” Newton says, looking at the fat cat fondly, and then turns his smile on Hermann again. “Anyway, wanna stay for a bit?”

Hermann blinks in mild bewilderment. “Stay?” he says.

Newton has not stopped scratching Hermann’s cat behind the ears. “I just made a pot of coffee,” he says. “I have beer, too. Or,” he starts talking faster, clearly embarrassed, “you can just go if you want, obviously, sorry, you don’t have to--”

“I’d like coffee,” Hermann says. “If you wouldn’t mind.”

“Ha! Cool!” Newton says. “Lemme--” He thrusts Hermann’s cat back at him. “Get comfortable. I’ll be right back. Half and half? Sugar? Coffee, I mean, how do you want it?”

“Black,” Hermann says, holding his purring cat with one hand. “No sugar.”

Newton shoots him two thumbs up and scurries off into his kitchen, and Hermann eases himself down onto the sofa next to the fat orange cat. “What an odd little man,” he says to it. It blinks at him, then continues chewing on the pillow happily.

Hermann can’t seem to stop smiling. He catches sight of the window (nearly obscured by gaudy curtains and window gel clings that are five holidays out of season), and--for the first time in weeks--can’t seem to bring himself to care about the dreary grey winter, either.

Hermann leaves Newton’s flat two hours later, warm, happy, his cat tucked under his arm and Newton’s cell phone number (signed with a long string of x’s and o’s) tucked into his shirt pocket, a dinner date looming on his horizon.

(He moves in with Newton a year later.)

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #brought to u by my winter depression and my fat orange cat sitting next to me as i type #intellectualpencil

[automatedspambot]

All of them bc fuck you 😂😂

I guess i was asking for this cx 

1. Are looks important in a relationship?

No not really?

2. Are relationships ever worth it?

Yes?

3. Are you a virgin?

Nope cx

4. Are you in a relationship?

Yes ^-^ Ye should all go follow her @music-is-the-last-to-go

5. Are you in love?

Yes! c: 

6. Are you single this year?

Answered in the last set of questions cx

7. Can you commit to one person?

Yeah?? I think? yeah

8. Describe your crush

Shes smol, always wears super cute outfits and her eyes are really pretty but shit at being eyes.

9. Describe your perfect mate

I find mate a strange term to use cx

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?

Yeah but you should get to know the person first cx made that mistake its not fun.

11. Do you ever want to get married?

Yes c: 

12. Do you forgive betrayal?

Stupidly yes :/ 

13. Do you get jealous easily?

Very :/ 

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?

My girlfriend cx 

15. Do you have any piercings?

Both my lobes streched to 12mm, my upper lobe, industrial, tragus, labret and nose

16. Do you have any tattoos?

Answered in the last set of questions cx

17. Do you like kissing in public?

Yeah but not fll on mauling cx

20. Do you shower every day?

Every second day cx 

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

i would hope @music-is-the-last-to-go does...

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

Probably not cause i think kate is asleep cx im not intending on poing her to find out cx 

23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

Well I’ve been in one for almost 7 months and I haven’t cx 

24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

Eh maybe? idk i doubt it 

25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?

I am cx

26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

Answered in the last set of questions cx

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

No? cx 

28. Have you ever been cheated on?

Yes... for 6 months.. woo

29. Have you ever cheated on someone?

Nope

30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?

No but my chest and stomach are shit...

31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?

Yes.. oops

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

Yeah

33. Have you ever had sex with a man?

Nope

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?

Yeah cx

35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

Yeah

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?

Answered in the last set of questions cx

37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

Yeah cx

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

Yeah

39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

Yeah

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

I cant write shit cx 

41. Have you had sex so far this year?

Yeah cx

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

;) no comment cx 

43. How long was your longest relationship?

11 months

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

8 kinda.. 

45. How many people did you kiss in 2012?

Nobody

46. How many times did you have sex last year?

Answered in the last set of questions cx

47. How old are you?

19 c: 

48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

Neiher me or kate want to think about that cx 

49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?

Her bus pass.. jk her eyes

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

Probably close the door

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

Yeah Kate and my friends for the most part 

52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?

Lots of people because they showed no intrest in keeping up th friendship/relationship we had so yeah... :/

53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

Idk probably someone always has a problem with what i do with my life cx

54. Is there someone you will never forget?

Eh a few.. idk

55. Share a relationship story.

When i went to The Wonder Years with Kate up in Dublin i really wanted to ask her to come to my Grads and Green Daybut i was to scared to so after a while i asked her to Green Day and she was super happy but i wanted to wait till her favourite song to ask her to go to my Grads so i drank alot to gt the courage to ask i guess and i did but she wouldnt believe me because i was tipsy so i asked a security guard a random girl in the crowd and some random guy on the streets of Dublin to tell her i was serious cx they all did after getting of the confusion of what i was asking cx 

56. State 8 facts about your body

Answered in the last set of questions cx

57. Things you want to say to an ex

Go fuck yourself and that i hope your boyfriend knows your probably cheating on him too c: 

58. What are five ways to win your heart?

Chinese,

Pizza,

Cuddles,

Star Wars,

Photography

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)

Ah here.. I’ve a profile thing? idk ill post one later ? 

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners

A year or so? 

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

Usually there eyes/smile and outfit cx

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?

Idk cx ? 

63. What is your definition of “having sex”?

Copulation cx 

64. What is your definition of cheating?

Being intimate with someone who isnt your significant other?  

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?

Chill out fam cx

66. What is your favourite roleplay?

Answered in the last set of questions cx   

67. What is your idea of the perfect date?

Adventure to some abandoned place and nice food and cuddles and kisses

68. What is your sexual orientation?

A trainwreck? Bi i guess 

69. What turns you off?

Smoking, Drugs, thinking your better than everyone else

70. What turns you on?

Neck kisses, cute underwear and making out cx 

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?

I dont think ive ever had a wet dream cx 

72. What words do you like to hear during sex?

My dad left me... Jk cx well he did but cx 

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?

Buy my a 70-300 f2.8 L lens and a 1dx mkii ? or just a adventure and leave me take nice pictures of them

74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?

Idk pretty eyes? and lips i guess? idk im not really superficial with stuff like that 

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

idk??

76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?

Answered in the last set of questions cx

77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?

Depends on the situation

78. What’s your dirtiest secret?

Secrets are secrets for a reason ;) idk really cx 

79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?

Idk i havent been in a while tankfully but its usually something stupid and clingy

80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

Just now

81. Who are five people you find attractive?

Kate, Myles shhhh, Terrys also cute cx idk ? im not good at this shit 

82. Who is the last person you hugged?

Kate cx

83. Who was your first kiss with?

my first girlfriend ..

84. Why did your last relationship fail?

She was being a controlling asshole for months, it also turned out she cheated on my for more than half of our relationship 

85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?

I hve cx 10/10 would not recommenced 

[rikirachtman]

Chapters 5-8 of My Immortal, but it’s Dave Mustaine instead (an ongoing series)

Chapter 5.

AN: STOP flaming! if u flam it menz ur a posr or a metalica fan (same thing rly)! Da only reson Larz swor is coz he had a hedache ok an on tup of dat he wuz mad at dem 4 having sexx! PS im nut updating umtil I get five good revoiws!

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Larz made and Jamz and I follow him. He kept shouting at us angrily.

“You ludacris focks!” he shouted.

I started to cry tears of blood down my face.  Jaimus comforted me. When we went back to the castle Lorz took us to Kork and Cloff who were both looking very angry.

“They were having sexual intercourse in the Forbidden Garage!” he yelled in a furious voice.

“Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?” asked Clif.

“How dare you?” demanded Krik.

And then Jamz shrieked. “BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!”

Everyone was quiet. Larz and Clif still looked mad but Kerk said. “Fine. Very well. You may go up to your rooms.”

Jamz and I went upstairs while the posers glared at us.

“Are you okay, Dav?” Jarms asked me gently.

“Yeah I guess.” I lied. I went to the boy's dorm and brushed my teeth and my hair and changed into a Vic Ratlhed cosplaye. When I came out….

Jaimz was standing in front of the bathroom, and he started to sing ‘am i evel' by Dymond Hed. I was so flattered, even though he wasn’t supposed to be there. We hugged and kissed. After that, we said goodnight and he reluctantly went back into his room.

Chapter 6.

AN: shjt up pozrs ok! PS I wnot update ubtil u give me goood revows!

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The next day I woke up in my bible coffin. I put on nothign dis time bc fuk clothez

In the Great Hall, I ate some Dethio's cereal with pozr blood instead of milk, and a glass of holy watr. Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the holy watre spilled over my naked chest.

“Bastard!” I shouted angrily. I regretted saying it when I looked up cause I was looking into the face of an alien boy wiff curly hair and a big butte-chin. He looked exactly like Weerd Al. He was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw him kind of like an erection (which i got btw).

“I’m so sorry.” he said in a shy voice.

“That’s all right. What’s your name?” I questioned.

“My name’s Martie Fredman, although most people call me Marty-San-Chan-Senpai-Desu these days.” he grumbled.

“Why?” I exclaimed.

“Because I love anime.” he giggled.

“Well, I am a weeaboo.” I confessed.

“Really?” he whimpered.

“Yeah.” I roared.

We sat down to talk for a while. Then Jamz came up behind me and told me he had a surprise for me so I went away with him.

Chapter 7. ratl ur godamn hed

AN: wel ok u guyz im only writting dis cuz I got 5 god reviuws. n BTW I wont rite da nxt chapter til I git TIN god vons! STO FLAMING OR ILL REPORT U! Dav isn’t a Marie Sue ok he isn’t perfect HES A CHIRSTIAN! n he has problemz hes angery 4 godz sake!

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J4m3s and I held our sunburnt orange hands as we went upstairs. I was wearing red Vic Ratlhed earings (AN: c doez dat sound lik a Maru Sue 2 u?). I waved to Marty-Chan. Genki was in his kawaii eyes. I guess he was jealous of me that I was going out with Jmz. Anyway, I went upstairs excitedly with Games. We went into his room and locked the door. Then…………

We started frenching passively and we took off each others clothes enthusiastically. He felt me up before I took of my top. Then I took off my mom jeanz and he took off his leather pants. We went on the bed and started making out naked and then he put his boy’s thingy in mine and we HAD SEX. (c is dat stupid?)

“Oh Jemz, J00ms!” I screamed while getting an orgasm when all of a sudden I saw a tattoo I had never seen before on Germ's arm. It was a heart with a anime girl on it. On it in kawaii japanese words were the words........... Martye-San!

I was so angry.

“You bastard!” I shouted angrily, jumping out of the bed.

“No! No! But you don’t understand!” Jeff pleaded. But I knew too much.

“No, you fucking idiot!” I shouted. “You probably have AIDs anyway!”

I put on my clothes all huffily and then stomped out. Jim ran out even though he was naked. He had a really big you-know-what but I was too mad to care. I stomped out and did so until I was in Marty-Senpai's classroom where he was having a lesson with Profesor Steve Vai and some other people.

“MARTE FELDMAN, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” I yelled.

Chapter 8.

AN: stop flassing ok! if u do den u r a posr and a liberal!

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Everyone in the class stared at me and then Jemfmzfzmzkfz came into the room even though he was naked and started begging me to take him back.

“Dav, it’s not what you think!” JKmkamzkmfz screamed sadly.

My friend Daved Junor Elfson smiled at me understatedly. he flipped his  long sholder-length metal sandy hair and opened his crimson eyes like blood because he was wearing contact lenses on. he had white skin. He was kidnapped when he was born. His real parents are Starbucks drinkers but Dunkin Donuts fans killed his mother and his father committed suicide because he was depressed about it. He still has nightmares about it and he is very haunted and depressed. It also turns out his real last name is Elefson and not Junor. (Since he has converted to Christianism he is in Megadef not Mretalica. )

“What is it that you desire, you puss fag slut!” Clif demeaned angrily in his cold voice but I ignored him.

“Marty Friedchicken, I can’t believe you cheated on me with Jamz Hetfold!!” I shouted at him.

Everyone gasped.

I don’t know why Dav was so mad at me. I had went out with Marty-san (I’m bi and so is Dav) for a while but then he broke my heart. He dumped me because he liked Babymetal. We were just good friends now. He had gone through horrible problems, and now he was metl. (Haha, like I would hang out with a j-pop poser.)

“But I’m not going out with Jamz anymore!” said Martorious.

“Yeah fucking right! Fuck off, you bastard!” I screamed. I ran out of the room and into the Forbidden Garage where I had lost my virility to Joms and then I started to bust into tears.

(I haven’t been planning ahead in regards to how I’m going to adapt this story to the Deth/Tallica narrative, so certain character matchups (like Lars and Dumbledore, for example) are going to rapidly get more nonsensical and convoluted as this goes on)

#dav immortal

[tieflinglich]

Get To Know The Blogger!!! 

tagged by @sapphicattack​ TY!!

LAST

1) Drink: iced coffee

2) Phone call: to my sister to ask for.... coffee.

3) Text message: a picture of jumbo sized playing cards which followed a series of emojis

4) Song listened to: aw heck man im Pretty Sure it was some weeby shit

5) Time you cried: Incredibly Recently, lemme just say that

HAVE YOU EVER

6) Dated somebody twice: ive barely dated anyone lmao

7) Been cheated on: nope!!! thank heck

8) Kissed someone and regretted it: yes yes Yessssss

9) Lost someone special: if you mean loss in a more general sense than Hell Fuck Yes

10) Been depressed: thumbs up emoji for days

11) Gotten drunk and puked: uh. debatable? i drank a bit too much vodka and had a little bit come up but that mightve been unfortunate biological happenings which popped up as well so probably a yes?

THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS

12) Pink!

13) Gold

14) Orange??? like an orange-ish red. Sanguine.

IN THE LAST YEAR YOU HAVE YOU

15) Made new friends: yes!!

16) Fallen out of love: ive fallen out of affection at the very least

17) Laughed until you cried: oh my god yes, its the best kind of laugh tbh

18) Found out someone was gossiping about you: last i heard someone was gossiping about me was like high school man. i would hope that im enough of an Uninteresting Person that ppl dont really pay me much mind like that.

19) Met someone who changed your life: shruggo. id say no bc most folks like that i met Sadly before the one year mark 

20) Found out who your true friends are: ᕙ( * •̀ ᗜ •́ * )ᕗ

21) Kissed someone on your Facebook list: bro i kissed like one person on my facebook and thats the One Time I Regret

HOW MANY/MUCH

22) Facebook friends: probably abt a hundred at a generous estimate bc most of it is familial ties tbh

23) Pets: one!!! i put pictures of him all over instagram lmao

24) Want to change your name: i dont get why this is in how many/much. how many times i wanted ot change my name? legally, Loads!! socially? a few times but im pretty good with Jack.

WHAT

25) Did I get for my birthday: i got a package of pierogis and Midnight on dvd, plus some hair dye and a pillow with the cool sequins on it that changes color with the direction you move them. its black and has like. iridescent colors on the other side that reminds me of a peacock and i LOVE IT.

26) Time I woke up: about nine-thirty, but i didnt get outta bed till noon.

27) Were you doing at midnight: i was like ten tabs into the bleach wiki

28) Can’t you wait for: HOPEFULLY BEING ABLE TO VISIT FRIENDS IN APRIL

29) Was the last time you saw your mom: a few minutes ago

30) Was something you wish you could change about your life: oH bOY

31) Are you listening to right now: silence because the last episode of TAZ just ended and i forgot to put on the new one

32) Gets on your nerves: when you need to eat and you remember you need to eat and go downstairs for food but forget in the middle of looking for food what you were doing and go back upstairs but then remember like two hours later that you needed food

33) Talked to a person named Tom: i knew a man with a sculpted chest named tom from like. deviantart that i added on facebook i think and i dont know if we’ve ever talked but that was back from like middle/high school era so.......

34) Is your most visited website: tombl

35) Elementary school/primary school: i went to Two of them and the second one is why i hate the song Danger Zone

36) High School: i remember watching madoka magica till i had to run to class at noon and it was a truly Magical time

37) College: i miss having a cool and dark little bed nook..............

38) Hair colour: red! bleached and dyed a few months ago, tried to redye it recently. 

39) Long/short hair: the front is about shoulder length, the back is about just touchign the neck.

40) Crush: weeps

41) Do you like about yourself: -

42) Piercings: snakebites!

43) Blood type: bro i dont even know

44) Nickname: artichoke fetish child, vodka dad, The Jack

45) Relationship status: single

46) Zodiac: Pisces

47) Pronouns: he/they

48) Favourite show: i mean i still like Steven Universe

49) Tattoos: FLEXES ARMS. I WISH........

50) Left or right handed: right!!

FIRST

51) Surgery: My leg! My lehhhhhhhg!!!!

52) Piercings: lower lip

53) Best friend: uhhhhhhhhh good pal named who actually got me Super into drawing, storytelling, and roleplaying!!

54) Sport: i think it was soccer for a few years

55) Vacation: Orlando!!!! or Mississippi??

56) Pair of shoes: tiny kid shoes???? i guess?????

RIGHT NOW

57) Eating: nothing!! 

58) Drinking: n... nothing.....

59) I am about to: read more wiki articles or Draw

60) Listening to: The Adventure Zone: Petals to the Metal!!!!!

61) Waiting for: WHERE IS SLOANE I LOVE SLOANE

62) Want to see: my friends!!

63) Want to get married: yeah sure! one day, eventually?

64) Career: ive never even had a job yet b r o

WHICH IS BETTER

65) Hugs/kisses: both

66) Lips/eyes: i mean i like/notice..... lips more........

67) Taller/shorter: i like taller but EVERYONE I KNOW IS TALLER AND ITS HELL. MY FRIENDS ARE ALL GIANTS.

68) Younger/older: older, even if its by just a few months.

69) Romantic/spontaneous: i mean. i really like a planned-out event but that can Sometimes happen on the fly........ ish............................... mmmm

70) Nice arms/nice stomach: these arent really things ive ever thought about. lots of stomachs are nice if you can See Them but like. i guess i shoudl say i am Weak for Muscle.

71) Sensitive/loud: i mean, you can be sensitive and loud. why not both?

72) Hookup/relationship: relationship

73) Troublemaker/hesitant: ive never committed a crime but i enjoy being spontaneous as opposed to finding someone who is just as awkwardly hesitant as i am.........

HAVE YOU EVER

74) Kissed a stranger: no but i got kissed by one lmao

75) Drank hard liquor: my name is vodka dad

76) Lost glasses/contact lenses: i have LOST THEM SO MUCH and then panicked only to find them sitting on my FUCKING DESK

77) Turned someone down: i mean. i havent really been asked?? so i dont think so???

78) Canoodling on a first date: i dont know what canoodling means but ive never actually been on a Date so no.

79) Broken someone’s heart: not that i know

80) Had your own heart broken: hahahahaa

81) Been arrested: no

82) Cried when someone died: i honestly do not remember

83) Fallen for a friend: shhhHHH

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

84) Yourself: no

85) Miracles: i swear to god i was about to make a Stupid Reference but ye

86) Santa Claus: i am santa

87) Kisses on a first date: ¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿????????? do you mean for me or for others bc that doesnt seem like a situation id be in and also dont tell other people how to date

88) Angels: poses dramatically

89) Love at first sight: lmao nah mate

OTHER

90) Best friend’s name: i mean i got a few names

91) Eye colour: dark brown

92) Favourite movie: i really like Kiki’s Delivery Service

ayyyyyyyyyy idk who to tag. do this if you want??? i guess?????

#about me #it took me forever to get to this.......................

[kattthecoolkid]

Lol shoot me and fuck you

Wow okay. So I've been a mess over the same thing for the past like 3 months and I need to get it off my chest and stop feeding it over and over again to Jo because I'm sure he's tired of hearing about it and listening to me cry so I'm just. Gonna write it for the whole world to see. I guess it started freshman year. I was seated next to this kid in Algebra 1. I thought he was a total cocky douche with too much of an ego. But like, he was charismatic and kinda good looking. We got close and I realized he was the same boy who was dating one of my friends (I had only talked to him over skype and thought it was my other friend with the same first name lol). We had become close already and talked about everything; from shared interests to large disagreements. He became one of my main sources for comfort, and by this time he and my (now ex-) friend had broken up so I was beginning to be like "lol ok he is cute" and I told him everything, about my cutting, crushes, desires, etc. He and I would low-key flirt and whatever because, you know, freshmen are hormonal as fuck. And we always joked about doing things and he told me about his desires and the boobs and butts he had touched at multiple parties he went too. Then he started getting weird. Telling me my shorts were "too short" and I wasn't "respecting" myself. And I just blew him off because he's just a boy trying to protect me from other perverts. Then the next year came. We had AP World History. We hadn't talked at all over the summer so I went up to him and tried to talk and he blew me off. At first I thought he was just joking or whatever so I just started to distance myself. And we didn't talk at all. Now, this year, our junior year, we were hanging out with the same people at lunch and had the same math class again, Algebra 2. (I think it's pretty funny tbh.) So we started getting close again and he apologized for "bullying" me all sophomore year, but I told him I didn't realize he was bullying me, because I thought he was just joking. He told me he treated me like crap, always talking about me and mocking me behind my back or whatever and I told him I forgave him. Which I do because it's whatever, I know I can be annoying and not everyone is going to like me. He called me a saint, saying I am one of the kindest and most forgiving people he knows. I just kinda went with it or whatever. And then he invited me to his church because he knew I was constantly struggling with myself and felt like church could help, because it helped him find himself when he was lost or whatever. So I went. I thought it was alright. I continued to go. We grew closer. We would hang out all the time. Hours on end. And I was like "wow he's kinda cute AND he's kind wow" and I developed feelings. He knew. I told him. We continued to keep it the way it was, as friends, who hung out a lot. Then things started getting a bit weird. He had invited me to stay the night, and after asking and receiving permission from both my mom and his mom, I stayed the night. We had planned to stay up and watch anime. And we got all the way to 2am. We were sat right next to eachother underneath the covers and hand in hand. I was way too tired to keep going to I asked to go to sleep. He said "yeah sure. Let me just turn this all off" and he did. And then he said "hey I wanna try something" and I was like "yeah okay sure" and he put sat me up, put his arm beneath my body, and laid me back down and spooned me. I sat there real tense, nervous, and confused. He knew I liked him, so why was he doing this? What does he want? Why? And he picked up on this and was like "hey, you don't have to worry about yourself around me, I won't hurt you" (he said the last part Bc of a guy who took advantage and left me broken and distraught the year before) and so I trusted him. I got comfy and just lay there. I couldn't sleep because I was so anxious but I was comfortable at the same time, if that makes sense. Then at around 3 he got up and said that he had to go to the bathroom. I waited the good 15 minutes for him to come back and i just ignored it. Then I remember his mom coming in at around 5am to tell his dad, who was sleeping on the couch behind us for "supervision" (he was asleep at like 10 so), goodbye as she was going to some church thing and I remember hearing his mom make a cute comment that I'm not going to share just because it's not important. And then I finally fell asleep. I woke up a good 5 hours later face to face with him. And I just lay there trying not to wake him up. He woke up a little after me tho so I wasn't just laying there for a good 2 hours. When his eyes opened he has this stupid grin he always makes when he's being stupid and dumb and I just kinda ignored it and got up and packed my stuff to get ready to leave since it was almost noon. Things continued on the same awkward way for a while. We always hung out. His family loved me (I'm actually not sure how they feel now tbh) and we would go everywhere together. And he invited me over every weekend to watch him play video games and I would almost always fall asleep on/next to him, we would hold hands, share blankets, and cuddle or whatever. We even went to see a horror movie together and he gave me his hand for everytime I got scared. Then, on Halloween I worked but he invited me over after work to hang out with him and a kid who he was supposed to be entertaining since he was a family friend, he was like 10 so we were on one side of the couch and the kid was at the other end. The kid was pretty disinterested in us since we're like teenagers and he thought he was all neat and dandy so us two were just in our own world. Sharing a blanket. And our hands touched and he was like "wow y r u so cold" and I was like "lol idk" and he intertwined our fingers saying it would warm me up. And then he started playing (street fighter I think, one of those games, all I remember was there was a drunk guy who farted and a girl with alligator teeth) he told me to hold his arms until my hands were warm. He then handed me the controller telling me to beat this kid since he was getting his ass handed to it and I commenced the playing while he lay on my chest under the blanket. And then I had to go home since it was already 10:00 on a school night. He offered to let me stay the night and just borrow clothes for the next day and I politely declined with a "yeah I would really like to but my mom would have a heart attack" so I went home. Couple weeks, maybe 1.5, later we go to his house with a mutual friend. They were playing a video game, I wanted to take a nap, he sat right next to me, out of his normal spot, and shared a blanket. We went to youth group together in my car. We left youth group and dropped off our friend at his house. And on the way back we had one of our "what is said in this car stays in this car" conversations. He told me about a girl I knew about, before Halloween but after the sleepover, and how he liked her. He told me he didn't see anything coming from it. Saying she was "too liberal" and he couldn't see a future. I told him, with a bit of heartbreak and jealousy obviously, that he should do what he thinks will make him happy. I told him not to focus on the small details and what people may think about him. He said "no I won't date her" and I just kinda, went with it like okay bud. Two days later. He's dating her. He presented it in a jokingly manner to the whole lunch squad. So we all figured he was joking off of previous statements made. He came over to my house that weekend. We were left home alone. And my little sister was here too but she stayed out of the way I guess. We played a video game. I think it was called uncharted or something. I only remember an annoying robot and the girl I was playing was named maya. I asked him if he was actually dating her. He said yeah. I went with it. Pretending not to be upset or whatever. We continued to play for a while. I got bored and stole his blanket. Wrestling commenced and we fought for the blanket. Until he said his mom wanted me and my younger sister to eat dinner with them. So we went to his house, ate dinner, and went back to my house. We continued to play video games until it got dark. When it got dark we went to my room to watch a horror movie, no alter motives were involved, I promise. We watched. Shared a blanket. Hands right next to eachother. Lightly touching. But it wasn't the same. He teased me everytime I jumped and we lightheartedly picked on eachother until the movie was over. I told him I should probably go to bed and that he should go home. He left. After that we grew more distant. He started being meaner to me. He told me that if I got the tattoo (the one I wanted for a while) he would ignore me for 3 months. I had a while to think it over. And in that while we never hung out one on one again. He never replied to my texts, but we would walk to class together, talk at school together, hang out at lunch together. Unless his girlfriend was there. Then I was pushed to the side. Then winter break came. We didn't talk. At all. So I got my tattoo. He's been ignoring me since. I'm tired. I'm upset. I'm back to where I started. I shouldn't have trusted him. I shouldn't have given him anything. I'm jealous and hateful and angry and I feel betrayed. I have nothing against his girl friend, she's a nice kind and lovely girl. She's beautiful. I just hate the fact that I had to go through all this BULLSHIT. he says he feels betrayed, because he did so many things to make me happy. I'm confused. And I'm tired of him treating me like shit. I want to say I'm done with him and I hate him. But I'm not and I don't. It's the exact opposite and I'm more done with myself than with him. I never thought I would cry over a boy. And here I am. The last 2 1/2 months.

#personal #I'm sorry