#but either way I was doing well and now i messed up and theres visible marks but its hot out so i cant Hide them

[itsgaga]

A-Z NSFW(Nikki Sixx)

this is my third time writing this so please excuse how bad it may or may not sound

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

At first Nikki wasn’t good with aftercare, he was used to being really selfish during and after sex so when it came to you he didn’t really know what to do afterwards. After you guys had done it a couple times you had explained to him why aftercare was important which ultimately changed how he treated you after sex. He slowly became more caring and affectionate wanting to cuddle with you, get you whatever you want/need, and he will clean you off.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Nikki fucking loves your legs and your neck, your legs though, like dude is obsessed with them. There's something about them that makes Nikki feel a certain type of way, as for your neck...it’s a jealous possessive thing. He loves to mark you up, especially when he is jealous, so your neck is the easiest place to go to. 

As for himself, he’ll tell you his dick. Mostly because that thing can do wonders. It pleases you, it pleases himself, what is there not to love about it? 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Nikkis cum is everywhere. It’s that simple. He wants it everywhere. The fucking sight of it afterwards is like a piece of art to him, idk why he’s like that, he’s a filthy dude, ok? I mean like yeah cumming in you or somewhere on your is fine but no this man just loves being dirty and getting it everywhere. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t really have much, he’s a open book, he’ll tell you everything he likes and wants to do but maybe that he loves to fuck in public because he wants to get caught. You guys haven’t got caught yet but Nikki really wants you to, like if you ever notice Nikki will extra loud in public it’s for that reason.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hello? He’s Nikki fucking Sixx. What do you think?

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He loves to watch your face and your reactions while he’s fucking you. It could also tie in with that jealous side of him knowing that no other guy would see you like that, knowing that what he is doing is putting you in your most vulnerable state it all just turns him on even more.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Nikki is a fiend. Nikki is not a saint. At least during sex, meaning Nikki is serious as can be. He’s all about devouring you and wants to do it better than how he did last time so he has no time to be goofy. But, there are those rare moments where that all disappears and he becomes softer and more gentle, like he will hold your hand and smile, that could happen for special things like birthdays or just when he wants to be more romantic. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He didn’t groom that shit at all for the first couple times yall fucked, but he started to around the same time aftercare became a thing. As for color it pretty much matches the rest of his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like I said he has his moments, it’s not like he doesn’t like to be romantic with you he just feels like it would be even more special if that side of him came out at more special times.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don’t think so. I think Nikki is always horny and he’s kind of learned to just deal with it but if he can’t and you aren’t there to help him out he would call you and get off with phone sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Spanking, choking, and roleplay. Theres a lot more like wax play, bondage, etc etc. But I think spanking, choking, and roleplay comes mostly everytime you guys fuck, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh he loves when you call him daddy. He likes when you sound like a needy whiny mess. Oh and Nikki is a dom no doubt, you can take control sometimes but he is a whole other level of dominant. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Tour bus, dressing room, hotel rooms, closets, bedrooms, cars, really anywhere. I think he likes bedrooms because thats where the kinky stuff can happen but he likes a challenge and will try that stuff in public. He has tried to fuck you over every piece of furniture, couch, counter, desk, etc. Like I said earlier he loves to fuck in public so... expect that anywhere you go. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

What doesn’t though? Nikki’s jealousy will get you bent over a piece of furniture in .5 seconds. Nikki after a concert is him running off stage and pulling you in the closest room possible. Whisper in his ear or talk in a lower tone then your natural talking voice and you two are in bed. Like it doesn’t take much from you to turn him on. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes or Voyeurism. Like I said Nikki is jealous/possessive. No sharing. I think the idea of it would turn him on until it actually happens and he would end up getting up really jealous.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

The dude is a fucking god. He loves receiving but giving? You won’t be able to walk. So he likes both receiving and giving. receiving because he loves to see you on your knees for him and the way you look at him while your giving head, while giving he loves to hear the way you sound, the way you taste, and the way your body reacts to him and his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough. “The faster you go the more orgaisms you can get in a night, the slower you go the less you get in the same amount of time” idk. NIKKI LOVES ROUGHNESS, like seriously he is not a easy simple cum and go guy. He’s a i’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’re gonna cum 10 times by morning type of guy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If he’s horny and you’re there then you’re having a quickie, he prefers to have time to fuck but honestly you both get horny at the mist random times so it just has to be done. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hahaha, yes. Anything you wanna try Nikki is down. I’m serious anything, anything at all he will say yes, he’s always looking to try new things with you especially things he hasn’t done with anyone else before.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Night to morning. Morning to night. Idk maybe. I think he will keep going until either you or him say you can’t handle it anymore. But as for rounds I would say 4 to 6 maybe a half an hour to a hour long.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I think he has some, not as much as one may think but I feel like he may have a couple vibrators, bondage, some plugs, dildos, blindfolds, handcuffs. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

BIGGEST FUCKING TEASE. He loves teasing the shit out of you. Will have you so close to having a orgaism and then pull away with a big stupid fucking grin on his face.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He won’t make a sound until he leans down to your ear and will start grunting and moaning, it drives you wild and he knows it which is why he does it everytime you guys fuck. He has and always will do that unless you’re in public then there’s no stopping whats coming out his mouth.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves dirty talk, but mostly from you. It’s the only time you have ever actually seen Nikki visibly weak. He especially loves when you do it and look at him innocently, it really pushes him to a limit that no other woman has before.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Now from the pictures that I totally haven’t seen ;) he isn’t small but he isn’t huge. I think he’s a grower not a shower which is fine, he knows what he is doing and knows how to use it right.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He could take you anywhere, anytime, anyday. He’s ready whenever he’s just waiting for you to be ready too.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him a little longer to fall asleep then it does to you so while you’re asleep and just lays there cuddling you wondering how you went from whatever he was just fucking into a soft innocent looking angel.

#nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx #nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx fanfiction #motley crue #motley crue x reader #motley crue imagine #80s rock #vince neil imagine #motley crue tommy #motley crue fanfiction #nikki sixx smut #motley crue smut

[diavolosthots]

May I request the brothers reactions to hearing random demons saying lewd things about mc?

Yes u.u

Warning: light fights and uh... Suggestion of death.

THE BROTHERS reacting to demons saying lewd things about MC

Lucifer:

Listen he really wants to just disintegrate them on the spot, but hes too sophisticated for that. So, instead, he shows up behind you in his demon form, placing a protective hand on your lower back. "Absolutely distasteful. My office. Now." He watches the demons trip on their way to his office, which may or may not have been his fault while checking you over. Once hes sure you're okay, he's going to dispose of some "trash".

Mammon:

Dont worry, Mammon is already there before they have a chance to go too far. Not only is he already in his demon form, but hes pissed. There might not be much to him but you cant deny that the new wall decorations, currently stuck to some antlers over the entrance way, wasn't quite the sight to behold. "Did you see that MC? You never have to worry with me around."

Leviathan:

Hes struggling internally. On one hand, he wants to knock their lights out, be your hero, and have you fawning over him for saving you, on the other hand he doesnt do well with conflict. So he watches. If it does get really bad, he'll drag you away, knowing that they wouldnt mess with the third born. "Let's go MC. They're just a waste of your precious time."

Satan:

Unlike Lucifer, hes not sophisticated and will get into a fist fight with them. He's the Avatar of Wrath for a reason. His normal demon form is suddenly too restraining and he yearns to turn into the beast he really is, but your small human mind couldn't comprehend that. In the end, he did end up uh... Getting rid of some useless wastes of space. He also got scolded by Lucifer for causing a scene but who cares; your safety was more important.

Asmodeus:

He doesnt talk with his fists, but he knows how to scare people off. Well, more like annoy them to death. No one says lewd things to HIS MC unless it him, ne ~ So how about that cute little top we saw the other day? Oh lets get our nails done! Isn't Brad Pitt so hot? Melanie Martinez can wreck me any day. Besides the fact that those uneducated lowlife demons wouldn't understand shit, Asmos talking soon becomes annoying.

Beelzebub:

Beel already has his fists balled up. Disgusting. Distasteful. He'll turn to stand in front of you, shielding you from the blows hes about to pass out. Theres no need for his demon form to show since hes threatening all by himself, but he didn't have control over it this time. It was instinct taking over and every fiber in his being told him to protect you. "Touch them and you wished you would've stayed in the pit you crawled out of."

Belphegor:

On the off chance that hes actually around to witness it, hes much like Levi at first; watchful. If it visibly makes you uncomfortable or their comments go a little too far, hes quick to step in. But he doesnt talk with his fists either, instead he spits venom. No one gets to insult you in such a low way and get away with it, "they really wasted atoms making your disgusting beings."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #asmodeus obey me #belphegor obey me #leviathan obey me #obey me lucifer #mammon obey me #obey me beelzebub #satan obey me

[dragonshoard]

Yo im glad you liked the art!! Theres a lot more shhdhd

And god i can relate on the jinx-centric stuff, i didnt read the vi au tbh jus read the summary and went ‘damn wish that were jinx, anYWay’ lmao

And jinx with scars!!! Yes!! It confused tf out of me when she came out of both the explosion that killed everybody and the one she set off right next to her face with no visible serious injuries/scars. Cause like,, they gave Vi scars, like u mentioned, so why not her?

But yeah, i fucking adore ur au lol n i was wondering- whats ur opinion on the vander-is-warwick theory? Also, is fighter!jinx the kinda gal to hide in the rafters/up high like arcane!jinx is?

I’d love to see it :D

Because of a mixture of her healing factor (that she got in the later years) and experience, I think most of her scarring would have happened when she was much younger before she learned to fight well. As a result, a lot of the scarring is white marbling on already pale-white skin and old, so it’s kind of hard to see unless you’re close. But there is definitely some more noticeable scarring (particularly um a clawing incident that definitely left a mark). 

There’s also the injections that make the veins on her face constantly stand out post shimmer injection (have you noticed that with Vander and Deckard, they had some serious purple veinage on one side of the face while the other side is pretty minimal). 

I’m just gonna - 

I kind of gave up half way through and tis very very sketchy, but this is pretty much what she looks like post shimmer injection. The purple/pink lines fade over time without injections and there is a bit more scarring on the side that’s covered with the shimmer lines underneath the mess. She has some discoloration and knife wound scars on her forearms because of blocking and her stomach is a mismatch of stab wounds and slashes. 

Personally, I think with canon!Jinx, she was very much an ambush/long range type person who didn’t often engage in close-combat unless necessary. All of her artillery screams that she’s a long distance fighter. Still, I would have liked to see scarring on her hands at least, considering how she built explosives. It would’ve made sense to see them cut up and scarred. 

I’m not completely on the boat with the vander-is-warwick theory, but I can see why a lot of people are pushing it (the voice lines, the foreshadowing, etc). I wouldn’t be shocked if it happened. Be very sad though, cuz Warwick is straight up crazy and bloodthirsty compared to who Vander was. 

Fighter!Jinx is kind of imitating Vi in her attitude and drive. Where she is right now, she’s very much of a “throw herself at the enemy and punch them until they’re down” kind of gal, but she does realize very quickly that she physically can’t handle doing that to herself and changes her tactics. Not to mention, I think the rafters and ceilings are just where she’s most comfortable in general.

She’s always hated the atmosphere of the pits because it put her into a constant state of sensory overload (the cheering of the crowd, the bright lights, the injection of shimmer enhancing literally everything, etc). And then she’s promptly thrown back into a dark, empty cell with only the voices and herself for company. It’s extremely jarring. She also doesn’t particularly... like to be around people either, but likes to observe and/or participate from a distance. It gives her time to think and plan. 

While she’ll likely never pick up bombs and explosives again, she will learn how to work her other weapons (pistol and machine gun). And those are going to be for more long distance fighting. 

#origin #jinx #arcane jinx #arcane #Fighter!Jinx AU #arcanecorner #myart #my art #sorry for any typos i know there's gonna be some

[shelf-care]

Winter Nights

Wolverine x OC

Lipstick mark series Pt.2

| Part 1| 

So its snowing in south Texas! that never happens. My parents are panicking and I’m sitting here writing fan fiction to calm myself. What could go wrong? 

So Victor Creed shows up in this because I’m a pantser and I come up with ideas as I go and see if it works for the plot, (For this miniseries I hope it does.) I was also watching Kate and Leopold last night (It’s become a valentines tradition for me over the last few years.) And Liev was in it. So theres that. 

Rated PG-13

Mentions of sex, medical examination, a former abusive relationship, obsession with an individual, slight violence, touch starved wolverine. 

“Your mission Miss hope?” The woman in the white lab coat asked while holding a clipboard ad clicking a pen multiple times, it had to be some sort of nervous tick. Maddie tipped her head back, swallowing her saliva, she was clad in a sterile white medical gown, her red hair sprawled out on the also white pillow as another individual examined her. “My mission was to come into contact with the Man known as wolverine, or James Logan Howlett.” She took a breath, the cold instruments the nurse had been using caught her rather off guard. “And you succeeded in not only finding him, but you managed to get a sample of his DNA?” The woman jotted some notes on the clipboard now, keeping her eyes locked on Maddie. The redhead looked away, staring at the ceiling stark white and formless like everything else in the room. “I did.” The doctor nodded her head. “We’ll be taking those samples back to the lab to confirm that its him. Until they are conclusive, you are free to go.” The young woman nodded watched as swabs left the room, she rather did not want to know what they wanted to do with him.

_

Blankly staring at the roof above her, Maddie couldn’t keep that night from playing over and over again. He was indeed her target, but, something was stirring in her, affection most likely. It would die within a couple weeks like it did with the men following shortly after. She knew he would be harder to kill. But he’d fall like the rest. Eventually. She closed her eyes, then she felt her phone buzz next to her. She reached for it, a voice message was visible. Holding the device to her ear, she heard his voice. A voice that in all honesty she enjoyed. “Look, I’m not that great at stuff like this. But I got your note, the other one, the one with the lipstick,” He paused, thinking about what he’d say next. “I thought we got on pretty well the other night. Lemme know when you make it back to the bar.” The message was short, and pretty sweet. He did care, at least a tad. Maddie slid her lips in a grin, she recorded a new message for him. “I’d love to meet again, this Friday at the bar?”

_

She waited at the bar again, it was cold, snow was on its way. This time the meeting was for more pleasure than anything else since her job was done, but it wasn’t a bad things to keep up with a target. The door swung open among the mostly empty bar. The few patrons turned their heads at the sudden commotion. In walked a man who was tall, very tall. Blond hair cascading down his shoulders, while some of it was put in a half ponytail. A long trench coat and fur, was joined by it, making him look that more intimidating. He made his way to the bar and sat down, eyeing Maddie like she was his new meal. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” He said keeping his sight on the bar ahead of him while he ordered himself a large glass of whatever was the strongest drink at the bar. Maddie rolled her eyes. “You here to babysit me creed?” She asked drawing invisible circles in the counter. “Here more on pleasure Miss Hope.” He looked her up and down again and licked his lips visibly so she’d see it for sure. He knew this made her one of two things. Hot and bothered, or pissed off. it pissed her off this time around, and Creed preferred it that way.  “I thought we were past this.” She turned fully to him now. “You might be.” He drank down half the mixture of bourbon, whisky and fireball and faced her, chest puffed in pride and confidence, a pointed and toothy grin showed itself. “But I sure as hell wasn’t girly.” He scoffed as his fist hit the bar making the redhead jump as he got her attention and everyone else’s in the bar as a matter of fact. “We were just getting good when you left.” A fire lit in her heart, anger and passion apparent in her face she took a moment to compose herself. “Victor, they removed you from my squad and as my partner because of your behavior towards me. That hit was the last straw and I won’t be coming back and I’m sure you know that.” Her tone was low and threatening, looking at him, she grasped the glass and slammed down the rest of the liquid before putting down a few dollars as a tip. Creed thought it was adorable when she was angry, and decided to take it as far as he could.

As she zipped up her jacket and made her way out, the large man grabbed her by the arm. “We’re done when I say we are,” He pulled her close to him, his breath brushing warm against her throat as his claw ran down her cheek. “And I’m not done talking to you.” His yellow eyes bored into hers, she felt her heartbeat quicken, she despised and loved this feeling, that’s what got her into this mess the first time. “I told you I was finished. You’ll get your chance with me another day.” She opened her hand to show her palm to him, illuminating a golden hue of color at the center and curving our like a flame, Creeds eyes didn’t change a bit, he seemed like he welcomed the challenge. “Sweetheart, if only you knew how much I craved that part of you.” He gave a guttural low laugh, daring her, as he smirked again, spurring her on. Seeing if she’d really follow through on her threat, which most of them were never hollow. “On any other occasion Creed, I’d let you have it.” She placed her hand on his fist that was still clenched around her arm. “But I’m not in the mood for playing nice.” His hand went visceral, veins becoming more visible as one could see the vitality of the large mutant being taken on by someone a third of his size. “Let me go.” He threatened as he began to feel his muscles failing him in his left arm. “You first.” She smiled, the grin widening as he raised his claws at her. but was too weak to do much else. She laughed and leaned into his ear whispering in a sensual voice, her chest touching his to pour more salt onto the wound. “I thought you craved this part of me.” He could feel himself become more drained the longer she stayed, he realized she wasn’t messing around this time, his grip loosened and she walked free, not another word was heard from Creed, and it would be like that till the next time those twos’ paths crossed. Creed was bent over the bar. He reached for his drink and it shook in his hold, and drank the rest fervently like he needed air, he watched as his hand shook like an elderly man and his hand similar to one too. “Babe’s been getting stronger.” He was captivated by the way her powers worked, he always had been.

 She was Outside, the wind howled and whipped the snow up, crating a curtain of nothing but white mist making visibility a little less than optimal. She pulled out her phone and started to text.

“Hey, the bar is full. Did you want to meet anywhere else for drinks?” She messaged him. Yes, it was a lie, but she didn’t want to be around Creed, for reasons that was obvious. She waited a few minutes till she saw the three dots pop up. “You wanna come to the trailer?” He asked bluntly. She shrugged. “Pick me up?” She shot back quickly. “Sure thing.” Was all he said back.

_

Maddie threw her head back against the mini sofa that was in the one room airstream. The warmth enveloping her as she sighed after her first sip of beer. The snow on her jacket seeping into the fabric further, making a chill run down her spine. “Thank you.” She said raising her head to look at him, happy to be warm. “Don’t mention it.” He said mirroring her actions. “I can’t believe you wanted to meet again.” She mentioned looking at him again, he was different from last time, but not. “I can’t either if I’m honest.” He sat on his bed across from her. There was a silence that fell between the two, but it was comfortable. “Sorry the bar didn’t work out.” Leaning forward trying to skirt the conversation along. “I’d rather be doing this.” He tilted his head referring to his drink. That made Maddie laugh through her nose a bit. “Really? You’d rather act like an old married couple than be out?” She teased him, but he looked at her for a moment. “Been there and done that.” She nodded. “I like this though. It’s nice.” She took another sip of her drink before throwing away the bottle in an open trash bin. “I never got to ask. What is it that you do?” She placed her palm under her chin and smiled, waiting for his answer. He played with his bottle, before drinking his as well. “What you saw the other night is what I’ve been doing for the last fifteen years.” He told her nodding and thinking about his past and his way of living. “I don’t remember much of what I did before.” Maddie looked at him, a blank face that he couldn’t make out, but made him curious. “You never told me what you did. How did someone like you wind up in this dump of a town?” He joked slightly but he wasn’t wrong, it was a little piece of nowhere. “I’m in military secret forces. I was stationed here, and have been here for the last three years.” She saw him tense at the subject. “You okay?” Her brows cocked at him becoming a little bit tense. She didn’t think he suspect anything, and she wasn’t outright lying about what she did. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He left it at that. She stood up and paced over to him, and sat down next to him. The mattress sinking beneath her. He looked at her not quite knowing what she was doing. She reached for his hand, and looked at him before she went any further. “You don’t seem fine.” She silently asked for permission and he let her have his hand. She traced his palm slowly and gently, comfort in every movement. He was starved of this type of affection. Most people were, but him more than others she found just from the way he acted. She laced her fingers in-between the spaces where his were not, interlocking their hands. He closed his eyes her for a split second, every curve, every bump, every imperfection written on her face made him want her more as he reveled in the feeling of them being so close. “Don’t do this to yourself.” He warned her, taking his hand out of hers, though she stopped him. “Don’t tell me what to do.” She was firm, but the firmness was met with a soft smile. Logans eyes studied her for a minute. No one had ever stopped him like that, not to his knowledge anyway. This time when he went to remove his hand she let him leave, but it was to place his hand under her chin and bring her closer, and there, their lips met, and he pushed her below him while she wrapped her hands around his neck and raked her hands through his hair, all while closing her eyes enjoying the warmth compared to the freezing outside.

_

While the campers light was dim, if one were close to it you could hear giggling, rocking, calling one another’s names in the dark, and a little obscene noises that you would only hear if you where right next to the airstream. Then there was the figure that stood a few feet away from the little camper, a figure that towered over most men. The same body that was blonde, and in the bar with Maddie that same night. “You made a big mistake girly,” He peered down at his still healing hand, it looked aged, like his hand was ten years older than the rest of his body. 

#wolverine #wolverine x reader #Wolverine x oc #Victor Creed x reader #Victor Creed X OC #X-Men #Marvel #X-Men x Reader #X-Men x OC #liev schreiber #hugh jackman #touch starved

[themagicalmysticalboy]

Iveneverrequestedanaskbeforesryifimlikeawkward

Anyways can you write a mclennon and theres a thunderstorm or something and the power goes out and one if them gets all scared and clingy to the other and they’re scared and it ends with cuddles? I love your writing btw <33

a/n: ah! thank you so much! hope you like this one too! ended up being a lot longer than i thought it would lol

Going to Kansas City...

Going to Get My Baby Back Home

The last note of Long Tall Sally tore from Paul’s throat and blasted into the exuberant crowd as the concert came to an end. He was smiling like mad as he looked between his bandmates and the people in the stadium. It was strange to not see every seat full but he didn’t care at all. There was too much adrenaline coursing through him to give it a second thought. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet as he sent a few thank you’s into the mic.

John held his shoulder and waved with him before going towards the speakers so they could prop their instruments up with the other equipment. “Fucking fantastic,” he yelled close to Paul’s ear.

“Aye, Eppy looks satisfied,” Paul yelled back and nodded to just off the stage where their manager stood.

With another smile and a pat on the shoulder, they both broke into a trot to the locker rooms, George and Ringo on their heels. Paul was still waving the whole way until they descended into the tunnel. Cool air hit his face like a blessing from above. They slowed to a slow stride to catch their breath.

Everyone was soaked in sweat and panting. They had every right to be dead tired but the electricity of the performance wasn’t about to wear off. Paul surmised they had a good 30 minutes before they were absolutely dead on their feet.

“Was weird hearing our own music. ‘Bout forgot what we sounded like,” George said as he wiped at his forehead with his sleeve.

“Small crowd and we still got paid out the arse for it. Screw a day off.”

Paul thought a day off still would have been nice. With it raining like it was when they landed, though, there wouldn’t have been much to do. Might as well make some more money. Maybe that’s why the crowd was so small - all that rain and wind kept people from arriving. It didn’t really matter -money wise- if 30,000 or 10 people came, though. The deal was at a set rate and they got paid the same either way.

“Glad to hear it was worth it, John.”

Paul turned on his heels, walking backward, to find Brian trailing behind. “Aren’t you glad we kept saying no? Got us far.”

“We should start refusing things more often,” Ringo chimed in, tapping the air with his drumsticks.

“All fab and gear and whatever,” George came up and grabbed Paul, jumping to put all his weight on Paul’s shoulders before turning him around and pushing him forward.  “but let's get the hell out of these clothes and get some kip.”

There was a general agreement between laughs and jests. They set off to the dressing room while Brian went to ready their ride to the hotel. When they finally found the room in the maze of a stadium, the airconditioning was even better than in the hallways. A fan in the corner hit them as they walked in and sent Paul’s hair on end. He collapsed into a chair at the first opportunity and yanked off his boots, not bothering to unzip them. Taking the boots to the clothes rack, he undressed and hung his outfit up accordingly. When he was happily redressed in a t-shirt and jeans, he looked on at the mess John and George were creating. 

George’s clothes were on the floor, surrounding a chair that managed to not so much as catch a sock. Whereas John’s clothes trailed from the door to the vanity. He was mostly undressed, wearing only unbuttoned pants and a tie, as he searched for his clothes. Paul eyed him indulgently as he moved about the room, feeling something between annoyed and pleased. At least Ringo had made a good faith attempt, clothes messily placed on their hangers with boots sat beside Paul’s.

Paul marched over and untied the tie around his neck. “How did you even manage that?”

“I like to keep a mystery.” John’s eyes were soft and dream-like.

“Save it for later, you two,” George exclaimed and made a fake vomiting sound.

 Rolling his eyes, Paul leaned into John and picked up his discarded suit jacket, revealing John’s pile of plain clothes. “Looking for these?”

John laughed mockingly and snatched up his jumper. He had just pulled the thing on when the lights flickered out. The breath of the building cut out before wheezing back to life and illuminating the room again. John let out a low woah as they all eyed the ceiling.

“Mal blow a fuse unplugging the speaker,” Ringo joked, his gaze still fixed on the lights.

They stood there for a moment longer before going back to getting dressed and lounging. John got himself together and dressed rather quickly. Paul watched him closely but didn’t question him. When George and Ringo took a seat on either side of Paul, John was pacing the floor and tapping his thighs.

“I’m going to look for Brian. He’s taking too long.”

Paul stood. “John,” But he was gone before any protest could be made. “Great. I’ll go and get him.”

George propped his feet up on the table, taking one of Ringo’s drumsticks to spin between his fingers. “He’ll be alright. Maybe he’ll even get Eppy to tell us what’s going on.”

Paul weighed his options and dropped into the seat at the vanity. “Would be nice to know what’s keeping him.” Tapping at the maroon-painted wood, he noticed John’s glasses wrapped up in his tie. Paul held them up, pulling the tie off. “He’s got his contacts in, hasn’t he?”

“Took ‘em out, actually.”

“The git. He’ll never find his way back here if he doesn’t run into Brian.”

“Probably couldn’t find his way back with the specs. They’ll find each other though.”

Ignoring the advice, Paul was half out of his seat when a nerve-rattling bang sent him falling back. His breath hitched in his throat, his muscles tense and pulling against his skin. Ringo and George were just as stunned, leaning forward on the couch. Slowly, as if they might evoke more banging if they made a sound, the three walked to the door. Howling screams echoed outside, becoming more clear as Ringo placed his hand on the knob. When he opened it, a gust of warm and humid wind rushed into the room. The low howling wind whistled up in pitch.

There was a small set of stairs to their left that led to double doors. They were flung apart like unfolded lungs, rushing all its oxygen into the building. Outside, the parking lot was shrouded in a haze of heavy rain that made the street lights radiate a halo’s glow. They, consequently, did nothing in the way of providing actual visibility.

“That’s probably not very good.”

The lights flickered off and on again, making Paul grip the back of Ringo’s shirt. “No. Probably not.” His mind was a racehorse running through a blank expanse.

George pulled him back into the room. “Come on before we get sucked out the door.”

Steadying himself and pulling back the reins on his mind, he pointed to the other two. “I’m going to get John. Stay here in case Brian comes ‘round.”

“Can’t recall a single time when splitting up has been a good idea,” George said with a raised brow.

“Well, John’s already gone and done it. I’ll make it an even split at the least.”

No further argument was made and Paul went into the hall to find a few staff members going towards the open door. They took no notice as he went the opposite way. The once comforting cool of the hallway moved from humid stuffiness to icey cold in a matter of a few steps. He turned at the first opportunity and heard both doors close with a clank. At least that was handled. 

Once he knew he was on the path to where they had originally come into the stadium, he called out, “John! You around?” There was no reply. Down the next corridor, there was another employee sliding a bolt into place at the exit doors. They rushed off, leaving Paul alone. He called out for John again.

“How the hell did I get back here?” John was standing behind Paul, one hand on his head, the other on his lower back. “I went in a circle…”

“These might have helped.” Paul brought over the glasses and slid them on John before grabbing his shoulders. “Better?”

John stuck his tongue out and shook off Paul’s hands.

“Aye, welcome. Now come on. Eppy’s probably this way.” The doors at the far end of the hallway banged against their bolts, rattling from the forceful wind that pushed through the cracks. “Let's pick up the pace, yeah?”

John only nodded, speed walking ahead while Paul struggled to keep up. He was a good 6 feet in the lead when the lights cut.

“Fucking hell.” Paul was getting tired of this finicky electricity.

“Paul?”

“Yeah. Haven’t disappeared.” He might as well have. The dark that blanketed the building was dense and consuming. He had no way to see anything at all.

“Where are you?”

“I’ve got my arms out. Just walk back towards me.” Having the clack of their boot heels would have been nice at the moment. Their sneakers were far too quiet to make out the location by. Regardless, John’s strong grip wrapped Paul’s bicep. “There we- oh-”

John’s arms wrapped underneath Paul’s, pulling them together by the shoulder blades. His head was buried into the crook of Paul’s neck. More banging echoed somewhere in the distance and John held tighter.

“Hey,” he gently rubbed circles over John’s back. “We’re alright, y’know.”

“I don’t like this.” John shook his head against Paul, trembling in his arms. His heartbeat was wild in his chest, thumping against his ribs so forcefully that Paul could feel it too. He had seen John like this before but only a handful of times. It sent Paul’s alarm bells off. “Paul, I can’t- I-”

“Okay… Okay. Let's sit, then.” They parted briefly and Paul led him to a wall so they could slide to the floor. “Come here.” John pressed against him, head on his shoulder and hand in hand.

Without the hum of electricity, the wind completely filled the deafening silence, only interrupted by the bang of doors and distant footsteps from the level above. Though that did let them know other people were somewhere, it gave an already ominous atmosphere that last nudged into horror. Paul might have been scared himself but he couldn’t think of anything other than John’s panicked breathing and shaking hand.

“I’ve got you, okay? We’re not going anywhere, neither of  us.” John didn’t respond. “You need to breathe, love. Take a deep breath for me, please.” They breathed together - slow inhale and even slower exhale - over and over. “That’s good.”

He was shaking less when he fell into Paul. “Shouldn’t there be backup lights?”

Paul chuckled softly. “You’d really think.”

“You think it’s a tornado? Mal said this was part of Tornado Valley… Or was it Alley?”

“Tornado Alley? Only in America, I swear.” His fingers were still tangled in John’s hair, lightly massaging his scalp. “They got a state-designated for hurricanes too?”

“Actually, I think they do. Maybe Florida.”

Paul let out a wholehearted laugh. John slowly worked his way into one too. “Can’t wait to be back in England. I’ll take rain and no sun every day over whatever this all is.”

“Yeah…” Another clatter of metal echoed from the dark and John tensed.

Paul gave a reassuring squeeze of his hand. “And we will get back. In one piece too. Storms can’t stick around forever.”

They settled into a mutual silence as the aches of sleep crept into their bones. John ran a hand up and down Paul’s thigh and Paul held his head against his shoulder. They both jolted every now and again but were fairly still for the most part. Any footfall that was above them stopped some time ago. At least that had calmed John’s nerves a bit further. Though Paul found it more frightening now that they were gone - not that he’d dare to voice that. 

He was too tired to be scared anyway. The nonstop concerts and traveling exacerbated the stress of all of this and left him numb. It was safe to be numb now. John felt slack against his shoulder, finally at peace. A weird tranquility slipped through his skin and sunk into his bones. The darkness deepened as his eyes fluttered shut.

“What are you doing on the floor?” A drawled voice drifted into his dream. “Paul.”

He grumbled and opened his eyes, only to be attacked by searing light. He sucked in a pained breath and shielded his eyes to look for the source of the voice. Squinting, he could make out George coming down the hall. He blinked away the sting and stretched a bit. John’s head was on his lap, still fast asleep.

“Morning,” he mumbled on instinct, rubbing any leftover sleep from his eyes. “John, love. Wake up.”

“Come on before someone sees you both all snuggled up like.”

John copied Paul’s wake routine down to the “Morning.”

 “Yeah, yeah. Morning, morning.”

After some much-needed stretching, George hauled John to his feet though it was more for show than actual help. Paul followed, leaning on the wall as pins pricked at his sleeping legs. “How long have we been gone.”

George was taking the lead. He turned his head back to say, “Well, it’s past midnight. They just got the power on not even 15 minutes ago. I’d say you’ve been missing for three hours.”

Both men only grunted a response, swaying sleepily as they walked.

“Wish it was longer,” John groaned.

“Aye. I’m still wiped.”

“The storms passed enough to get to the hotel. Both of you can get back to your snuggling soon.”

A smile twitched at Paul’s lips. “Good.”

#read on ao3 #johns-diqi #the beatles #paul mccartney #john lennon #george harrison #ringo starr #mclennon #fan fic requests

[kevinwastaken]

okay so idk if anyones done this yet, but this has been in my mind ever since i got into omori lmao

so uhHhHhhh heres my idea for an identity v omori crossover! just because i think it would be neat

this is going to be a super long post (probably), so if you want to read it, just hit read more or whatever

i also want to say that some character choices are gonna be taken from my friend, @/kami.rikki on instagram. but she didnt think as hard on these as i did so like idk

there Will be spoilers for omori, so just be warned of that lmao

so as i said before, this has been on my mind for a HOT minute. and i think it would be a cool collab

for starters, this crossover will be split up (as is every other crossover) in two parts, with one hunter two survivors. i know essence usually have one hunter three survivors, but theres not enough characters for that, and six can be split up evenly sooo

i was thinking that the skins could be like the ones from the persona 5 crossover. like, they can be “awakened” in a sense. the base costumes will be the dream world versions of everyone, while the awakened costumes will be the real world versions. i wasnt here for the persona 5 crossover, so idk how many of those spirit things you had to collect, but i Do know that omoris spirit things could be. uh

well actually i dont know. initially i was thinking lightbulbs, like the one in white space, but the lightbulb isnt too important in the game i dont think? and im not sure about clams either. i know theyre dream world currency, but??

oh actually, maybe you can collect Something to awaken the costumes. because something is a representation of the truth in sunnys mind, and by awakening the costumes, you get to see the characters as their real selves. yeah lets go with that, you collect something from the essence

i swear ive been thinking this out shut up

the hunter costumes wont be awakened though, and i have a reason for this

anyway

part one

the characters that will be present in part one are sunny, basil, and aubrey. i chose them first because. ofc, sunnys the protag, basils his best friend and helped cover up maris death hes important to the story but anyway, and aubrey is <<33 yuh

so heres whos going to be who:

sunny/omori as wu chang

so let me preface this by saying that im not a hunter main. never have been, never will be. and ive never played wu chang. but i swear thisll make sense, im doing research

wu chang is actually composed of two characters, with two different stats: xie, the white guard, and fan, the black guard. i cant tell the difference while im playing, considering the fact that my ass is either running away or decoding. but theres a difference i looked it up

sunny would be the white guard. xie is a fast chaser, but has slow attack speed. ie, slow hits, slow pallet breaking, that stuff. this reflects how sunny is in the real world. he can run, yes, but hes still physically weak due to being locked in his house for four years and spending all his time sleeping. he would be better for chasing than attacking

omori would be the black guard. fan is the opposite of xie, having slow chasing speed but faster attack speed. this reflects in omori. omori is Very apathetic, and really, i dont think he would care to chase anybody unless it was for a quest. though, i guess killing survivors Is a quest for hunters, but. anyway

in battle, omori is a good fighter. his attacks are strong, (although not as strong as say. aubrey or kel. but who am i to say, the playthrough i watched had omori constantly sad) out of him and sunny, omori would be the attacker. so theres my choice for them

the umbrella can probably be switched for a knife. maybe an elongated knife. im not entirely sure, but i know the umbrella wont stay as an umbrella

basil as kurt frank

so i know what youre thinking. why is basil “the explorer??” hear me out this is actually a really good idea

the true best choice would be emma, since shes the gardener, but idv doesnt like giving characters skins of the opposite gender if you know what i mean. anyway

basil isnt a fighter. hes an assist, yes, but that was only for a crime four years ago. not my point, he wouldnt want to be in the action

i think he’d be a really good decoder. especially a good kurt

i originally wanted him to be prisoner, out of no bias whatsoever (/j) but kurt is a good fit for him

basil hides. he hides from things. he hides from the truth just like sunny, and he hides from others. albeit he still goes outside

i will not lie, i have a very personal grudge against kurt players. i dont want them to have anything because every kurt main ive come across was toxic to me specifically. but anyway

so one of kurts abilities is that he can go smaller to run around undetected and/or hide. i find this perfect for basil, because. yknow. hiding

his other ability is to find password pages and use them to decode ciphers faster. i think this would be funny because basils existence in headspace leads sunny to remembering the truth about maris death. i mean, if he werent in headspace, omori and the gang would continue going on adventures like nothing is wrong, so basil sort of speeds up the acknowledging process

this sounds dumb actually. but it makes sense in my head

anyway, the book would be turned into basils photo album, and he wouldnt have a backpack like kurt does. theres my answer

and finally,

aubrey as margaretha zelle

aubrey was actually really hard to pick out. none of the female survivors really fit her, aside from maybe coord, but i dont know what her gun would turn into. i will admit that her section wont be as detailed as basil or sunnys. but anyway my choice is with margie

aubrey imo would be a good kiter. she has strong stats all around, so i feel as if she’d be a great fit for margie. not to mention her speed boost when falling from large heights, which would make her a faster runner and harder to chase if used right. aubrey would be more physically fit since shes a fighter and seems to do a lot of stuff with the hooligans, which also helps prove that she should be a kiter. ANYWAY

so margie has these music boxes that can mess with the hunter, right? some of aubreys attacks can mess with enemies iirc. soooo theyre kind of similar in a way, arent they?

im not exactly sure what the music box can be turned into. maybe a small piano? aubrey cares about mari a lot, and the reason shes so pissed at everyone and rebellious is because she felt like everyone had forgotten about mari and moved on with their lives. so the music box could be a tribute to mari

i dont know how many changes they made with ann tamakis costume in the persona crossover, other than cosmetics for the skin only, so im not sure if the music box was changed at all. i can dream though

in the case that its changed, the blue box could be the song from the playground in headspace (yknow the one) while the red box could be the final duet song. but just with the piano, not the violin

essence

because yes, i thought about the essence too

of course, aside from the skins, there will be other stuff in the essence too. so itll be as follows:

for portraits, theyre going to be the neutral battle portraits from headspace. aside from basil and mari, who do not have battle portraits. theirs will just be of their neutral expressions with the neutral emotion backround behind them. i would add pictures, but the character pictures add up to six, so i’d run out of room before reaching part two

for graffiti, im not really sure. maybe everyones overworld sprites in headspace? along with maybe one of Something

for accessories, i actually have an idea of what thesell be. theyre going to be character exclusive accessories, just like how tpn did theirs

for aubrey, she’ll have mr plantegg. i was thinking of maybe having her bat as an accessory, but

OH ACTUALLY her bat could be a shop accessory that changes the music boxes!! probably an a tier tbh

anyway, the essence accessory for her is mr plantegg, and its there strictly for cosmetic purposes. for basil, he’d get either a pair of garden shears, or a basil plant, since yknow. his names basil. this is also for cosmetic purposes

they all are. i should say that now, the accessories are all cosmetic except aubreys a tier shop bat

finally, for sunny, im not entirely sure what to give him. i could give him a knife, sure, but then he’d have two knives because of the umbrella. maybe a steak? or a pair of red hands? im torn on this

and that concludes part one

part two

**PLEASE BE AWARE THAT MARIS IMAGE HAS THE PHOTO FROM THE TRUTH ALBUM WHERE SHES HANGING FROM THE TREE. IF YOU DONT WANT TO SEE IT, SKIP PAST IT. SHES THE FIRST CHARACTER IM PUTTING ON HERE

part two consists of mari, hero, and kel. do not separate them </3

here are my character choices:

mari as yidhra

so i know yidhra may seem like a weird choice. i originally thought of maybe mary, but this makes sense to me

yidhra herself will be mari. im not sure which version, but even though i have real world mari in the photo, maybe headspace mari would be better. nobody can see her anyway lmao

yidhras servants will be, again, mari, but she looks as she did when basil and sunny hung her on the tree. her hairs covering her face, with her right eye being visible. kind of like the girl from the ring, but anyway yeah

yidhra is the dream witch. she haunts your dreams and she haunts mine when i go against her. maris death haunts everyone, especially sunny and basil (whom know the truth of what happened,) so this just seems like a perfect fit

her death is “leeched” onto everyones minds (pun entirely intended), so attaching herself to survivors with only her death appearance visible is mmmm

instead of an axe, maybe her weapon can be the jump rope she was hung from? and it can be used as a whip? that makes the most sense to me idk

im not good at explaining things, but if you were to see dream witch in a match, youd know how good this would work

also brings a new meaning to “my thoughts will follow you into your dreams” HELLO

hero as norton campbell

so hero was kind of hard for me to pick too. i wanted him to be a support character, but looking around, there are. barely any that would work. my closest choice was victor, but?? the letters???? they dont correlate

hero doesnt give me kiter vibes, but nortons good at rescues too, as long as youre in an area with obstacles. and usually, when someone dies in battle, hero can make life jam to revive the fallen party member

nortons magnets are used to either bring the hunter closer to him, or push the hunter away. both can be used to stun with obstacles. while hero doesnt have any stun attacks that i can remember, he does have charming abilities that can be used to take damage for the other party members. so similar stuff? idk

i guess his magnets can be turned into chocolate chip cookies, since thats what he uses to heal everyone. if not cookies, then i dont know

oh actually one of nortons abilities is called “attract.” thats so funny if you put hero as him lmao

heros section is kind of short, my bad

kel as william ellis

come on. who else were you expecting me to use? its the basketball man as the football man

while kel is a fighter in battle, he can also be used as a backup healer. aubrey is the main fighter of the group, and hero is the main healer. so hes kind of a catch-all in a sense

kels an athlete. he plays basketball. williams an athlete. he plays football. need i say more

im not gonna lie, this is kind of a don tpn situation where it just Makes Sense that kel would be william

the football will probably be replaced with either a rubber ball or a basketball, depending on which skin youre using. the former is for headspace kel, the latter for real world kel

the buffs and debuffs for william makes sense on kel too. kel would probably have trouble with something as (probably) complex as the cipher machines, and the struggle and vaulting buffs show off his athleticisim

same with the football, using rush to rescue is such a kel thing to do

essence

for part two, there will be about the same things as part one

the portraits will be the neutral battle portraits, this time with the real world counterparts of everyone. basil and maris will be their neutral expressions on the neutral battle background. though, since mari doesnt have Real real world portraits, i guess they could use the one from the one i used on the mari yidhra picture

for graffiti, it can be the real world overworld sprites

in terms of accessories, theyre still cosmetic and character exclusive. maris can be the white egret orchid, since thats the flower that represents her. heros can be a spatula, as thats his weapon of choice in headspace. for kel, im not sure. hes using the ball as a weapon so???

maybe he can get a cactus, because thats his assigned plant

in terms of shop items, i think i know the perfect thing

mewo as a pet

mewo my beloved. nobody could ever forget you

mewo would be a hunter pet. she would be cool for survs too i guess, but considering both her owners are hunters.....

mewo would probably follow the hunter around, not really doing much. i think it would be Extremely funny though if every time a survivor was chaired, she just chilled next to them in the pose shes always in in white space

thats pretty much it. if you got this far, thank you!! i spent like two hours writing this whole thing out LMAO damn

#this is soooo long im so sorry #but im having a moment LMAO #identity v #idv #omori #omori game

[hyunjinssmile]

STUCK; h.hj || Jurassic Park AU PART TWO

PART TWO : LIES includes: Adventure, Angst, Fluff, Science Mumbo-Jumbo, DINOSAURS, lots of references to the original movies (Obviously changed situations and twists), Death, a sprinkle of scary stuff, maybe some smut ( I mean, I am a smut blog after all) Really slow burn romance. Chapter: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10)

Word count: 3201

‘They’re alive?’ ‘There- theres no way-‘ It was silent on the plane as everyone took in the sight of the magnificent creatures below, thoughts swirling inside your heads as you tried to process the situation. It was beautiful, but it defied every bone of scientific integrity within your body. The first person to speak up, was Seungmin. ‘This is insane. You brought them back, 65 million years later? How is that even possible? Ethical even?’ He was right, how on earth was it right to bring back these naturally extinct creatures. ‘Come on now, that’s not the reaction I was hoping for, is it not wonderful to observe them in their natural state?’ Hammond chuckled, his face pale, and you could have sworn you saw a bead of sweat slide down his temple. ‘I’m sorry to break it to you Mr. Hammond, but this is completely unethical, as much as we adore these creatures- they had their time on this planet already, bringing them back is just- it’s not right, not natural at all’ You raised your voice, continuing for Seungmin, as you stated all the facts. Hammond went silent, his face becoming blank as he pulled out his phone, dialing and waiting. ‘it appears, that they don’t like our creations.’ His mannerisms and words did not sit right with you, his eyes dark as he lost the spark he had previously. You became nervous as soon as the man hung up the phone, his expressions didn’t change as he looked out the window of the plane. ‘It’s a shame, really. I was looking forward to working on this with you all, at least happily...’ ‘What does that mean?’ Hyunjin spoke up, his eyes flashing dark in panic, noticing the way in which the man had changed. “Oh nothing at all young man. I’m going to try to persuade you, though. Let’s discuss it over dinner, shall we?’ There wasn’t much else you could do but agree, it was an isolated island and this man was incharge of where you slept, the food you ate, everything. You cursed yourself for allowing your team to be in this situation. ‘Okay. We will discuss it over dinner. But please respect our decision, no matter what it will be.’ You had a bad feeling, but with a nod of Hammonds head, you sat back down into your seat and watched the plane as it got closer and closer to the land below. Jeongin who was still easy to read, like an open book, was still visibly excited. You smiled at that, but your nerves still sent your mind into a spiral. ‘hey’ you felt an arm wrap around you, instantly melting into the caring embrace. Hyunjin. ‘It’s going to be okay’ he put his head on your shoulder, looking up at you before sighing. ‘We are all here together, a team. We can do anything.’ He was right. You smiled down at him, and when he looked into your eyes you couldn’t help but blush, turning and looking out the window again, missing the way Hyunjins face broke into a bashful smile, appreciating your warmth in these moments he got to be close with you. The impact of the planes wheels on the runway was enough to jolt you awake, you couldn’t remember falling asleep, but it must have only been for a few minutes, as Hyunjins eyes were wide open still. ‘Looks like we are here.’ You looked out the plane window once again to see a beautifully crafted resort - looking area, trees so tall you couldnt see the top, dense shrubbery and forrest surrounding the area, enough to make anyone with a passion for nature swoon. Okay, he did well with the place.  --- After being shown to your rooms, you sat at the end of your bed, looking down at your journal, notes scribbled everywhere, including a new one saying ‘new discoveries!!’. You smiled sadly as you said to yourself, ‘as much as it is all new discoveries, I refuse to add anything unethical to this journal.’ ‘And that’s one of the reasons im glad we became friends’ His voice scared you, you didn’t know when  he opened your door, but he was looking down at you from the door frame. ‘hey’ Hyunjin smiled, ‘Hey’ you replied, moving over and patting the bed beside you, making the taller male shut the door and walk over to you. ‘It will all be okay, you know that right?’ His voice was soft as he talked to you, arm wrapping around you again as he pulled you closer to him. He’s just your friend. He is comforting you. You mentally slap yourself as you felt your cheeks turn hot. ‘Are you okay? Do you have a fever-?’ he went to place his palm on your forehead but you stood up quickly, becoming embarrassed by your blush. ‘y/n- Come back here, I need to make sure youre not sick-‘ he stood up after you, but you were in a panic, you couldn’t like him. It would risk the team, everything- you just cant. You stepped away from him, but he followed, trying to catch you. ‘I- I’m fine-‘ you mumbled, moving to the other side of the bed, but he was quick and pushed you down onto the bed. You were a mumbling mess as you tried to move around, not wanting him to see your face, but he pinned your arms above your head, bending over you, one knee beside your hip as he held both your wrists with one hand, the other coming up to feel your forehead. ‘hmm I don’t think you have a fever, maybe its just dehydration-?’ He trailed off, his hand moving from your forehead to your cheek slowly, he seemed zoned out. He didn’t seem to be bothered at all by the position, but your heart was beating out of your chest, eyes wide as he looked down at your figure. It’s like it slowly hit him, the position you were both in, your flustered face below him, his hands holding you down so easily, A blush quickly found its way to his cheeks, one to match your own, but before he could move off of you, there was a knock at the door, both of you jumped at the sound, Hyunjin moving off of you, coughing and saying a small ‘sorry’ before running his hands through his hair. ‘its okay’ you said softly, your cheeks still pink as you sat up, ‘c-come in’ you said quickly, causing for the door to open as Seungmin, Jeongin and Minho piled into your room. ‘YOO whats popping?’ Minho immediately recognized the blushes on both of your cheeks, he wasn’t dumb. It was pretty obvious in his eyes. ‘oh- uh, I thought  y/n had a fever but shes okay.’ Hyunjin said softly, making you giggle, a smile finding his own face at the sound. ‘Okay, well, we are all ready for dinner, Mr. Hammond said we should be out there by 7, and its 6:30 so.. you guys are ready?’ Seungmin looked at you both judgingly, making you laugh at his antics. ‘cargo pants and my normal work clothes are fancy enough!’ you argued, making Seungmin scoff. ‘youre joking, and you Mr. My pants have stains but its fine- what are you wearing?’ ‘this..?’ You could feel the disappointment radiating from the younger boy, making everyone laugh, ‘okay, okay, go out and I will get ready, Hyunjin go and get changed too-‘ you smiled, watching them all leave out the door. ‘y/n- about before-‘ ‘thankyou for caring about my health, Hyunjin’ you smiled before shooing him out the door, ‘Now go get cleaned up.’ He smiled and nodded, before you closed the door, he sighed, pressing his forehead to the back of said door. --- A knock on your door made you turn away from the mirror, the material of your dress shining softly under the dull hotel light. ‘coming!’ You opened the door to see Hyunjin in a black suit, his eyes softening immediately apon seeing you, his mouth opening as he became speechless. ‘WOW’ the words came from someone else, Jeongin to be exact, as he swooped in and pulled you away from the older male, it was unfair really, how even though he was so young, he was pretty tall. You remember when you first met him, he was barely up to your chest, but now he was definitely a young man. ‘Y/n you look great!’ He said with a toothy smile, linking his arm with you as he pulled you to the others, you turned to Hyunjin, seeing him smile and follow. He didn’t clean up so bad either, you thought. Seungmin and Minho were waiting at the end of the hall, both smiling and complimenting your dress, making you laugh at the young men. ‘okay, lets do this. If anyone feels uncomfortable, just give a signal, and ill get us out of there somehow’ you reassured them, fixing all of their ties one by one, ending up on Hyunjins, making him have to bend down slightly to accommodate. ‘and, perfect’ you whispered moreso to yourself than anyone, but Hyunjin couldn’t help but smile. You all walked into the dining room, the long table filled with exotic looking foods, making anyone's mouth water. ‘Ah yes, my distinguished guests!’ Hammond sat at the head of the table, his cane to the side of him as he smiled at your team. ‘Do sit down, please, we can eat first and discuss later.’ It was slightly relieving to hear that, having something to eat definitely was going to ease nerves, plus you could see the hungry looks on the boys faces. --- You had all gorged yourselves on the amazing foods, enjoying every last bite, as you talked to John, who didn’t seem to be as bad as you came to think. He was genuinely passionate about spreading scientific knowledge for everyone, and he made sure to spare no expense. It got closer to the end of the night, and he suddenly stopped laughing, becoming more serious. ‘I would love for you all to at least meet one of these creatures, to observe them, please. I completely understand if you want to leave afterward, I will ready the plane for you tomorrow evening if I must, but that is my only request of you and your team.’ You looked across the table, looking at each of your teammates, before your eyes landed on Jeongin’s, full of a brightness, excited, ready- ‘okay’ you said. Watching Jeongin’s face light up. All the boys turned toward you. ‘Just for tomorrow. Then we will head home, Mr. Hammond.’

---- The sound of your buzzing alarm woke you up, 8am, you hummed, yawning and stretching as you sat up in the soft sheets of the hotel room bed. Memories of the night before came flooding back, Mr. Hammond talked so fondly of spreading these creatures with everyone, improving our understanding of the magnificent animals. But it still made you uneasy, it was unethical, that’s certain. you sighed, getting up. ‘Just for today.’ A knock on your door frightens you as youre brushing your teeth, but the door quickly opens and closes, and you hear a flop, You look out the side of the bathroom door to see Minho lying across your bed, staring up at the ceiling. you threw your toothpaste tube at him, causing for him to jump and yelp in surprise. ‘good-morning to you too- jesus y/n-‘ ‘Well, since you invited yourself in here, I thought id say hello in my own way too.’ Minho was like an older brother to you, your whole team like a family of sorts, but Minho was always protective of you. ‘Hyunjins got heart eyes for you, you know that right?’ he smiled up at you, making you freeze. ‘don’t be silly’ you tried to stop your heart from beating so fast, ‘You also like him so whats the problem??’ he smirked, patting the spot behind him. ‘Its unprofessional, Minho, I cant risk our team- our friendship- the thought alone stresses me out, you know this!’ Minho puts his hands up defensively, ‘alright, alright, just know its going to give me a headache watching you two faun over each-other without doing anything. It might be worth a shot, y/n.’ ‘okay, okay, after we get off this island ill talk to him about it, okay?’ ‘fine, just make sure you do’ he smiled and ruffled your hair, causing you to whine as you shooed him out of your room, getting ready for the day in the science lab and out on the field. --- As a group, you made your way to the designated meeting spot for the day, noticing a worried look on Seungmins face. ‘Whats wrong?’ you asked him, causing for him to take a deep breath, ‘Jeongin ran off,  I swear he may be an adult now but hes still a little kid-‘ “I’m sure he is fine, Minnie, you know how he is.’ Seungmin visibly relaxed a bit, but kept his guard up, as per usual. You looked around, trying to spot the tall kid, and you did. A small dinosaur, maybe reaching just below your knee, it was green, Jeongin had bent down to look at it, the creature looking back, both observing eachother. ‘oh my god it’s a-‘ ‘Compsognathus’ Hyunjins voice was behind you, his hand on your shoulder as he smiled. You both watched Jeongin interact with the small creature, before watching him get up and walk back, scratching the back of his neck bashfully when noticing you both watching. ‘I couldn’t help myself, it was so cute..’ Jeongin smiled before he heard yelling behind him, the small green dinosaur running away as men suddenly appeared, chasing it. His smile faded at the crack of an electric weapon, his attention fully on the men as they shocked the creature, the little dinosaur crying out in pain as it ran away, the men following it. ‘wha-‘ Jeongin’s feet moved before he could think, sprinting toward the men, pushing one away from the dinosaurs path, letting it jump through the fence and away into the long grass. ‘whats your problem, kid?’ one yelled, the other trying to get up off of the floor. The other lunged at Jeongin, an angered expression on his face, but you and Hyunjin were there too quickly, the man stopping as he almost hit you instead of the boy. ‘what is going on here?’ Hammond's voice boomed, causing everyone to turn around. ‘they hurt it- they hurt the dinosaur!’ Jeongin yelled, livid. Hammond turned to the men, noting the weapons. ‘who authorized the use of those?! Get rid of them!’ Hammond's face was red, anger seething from every part of him. ‘Do not harm this animals! You imbeciles!’

‘yes sir.’ And off they went. ---

After the incident, you made sure Jeongin was beside you at all times, Seungmin made three jokes about putting the kid on a leash, ‘We should put you on a kiddie-leash Innie, they're made for kids!’ okay, four.

But Jeongin was not really reciprocating the jokes.

Hammond had shown you around the labs, but it seemed like Hyunjin was on-edge, you pulled them both to the side as Hammond explained the jeep ride through the park. ‘Is everything okay, Innie? Hyunjin?’ you asked them, wanting them to be honest with you. ‘I don’t like that they hurt that dinosaur.. it just put me in a bad mood..’ Jeongin sighed, resting his head on your shoulder as you pulled him for a hug. You looked at Hyunjin next, wanting to know what was on his mind. ‘It’s nothing. I just have a bad feeling about this, that’s all.’ you nod, gesturing for him to join the group hug, and he does, you note the feeling of his arms around you, his chin ontop of your head, you cant help but nuzzle into it, making hyunjin smile. ‘and then-oh, nice of you all to join us, is everything alright?’ You nodded, jeongin and Hyunjin doing the same. ‘okay, so where was I, oh yes, please ensure you do not get out of the vehicle, no matter what happens. Its for your safety, okay?’ Everyone agrees as we moved toward the jeeps, the shiny new paint making it seem like it was more so for a children’s ride, not something travelling through 65 million years’ worth of walking , dangerous history. ‘There will be a tour guide voice-over, by none-other than yours truly’ Hammond smiled as he waved you all off, everyone getting into two different cars. You got in the car with Minho and Jeongin, Seungmin and Hyunjin going in the car with Hammond, Minho sighed and lent up against the window, then again, most of you did. As much as it was interesting, seeing these creatures is living proof that science is losing its moral ground. It wasn’t necessarily a happy moment.

----

The tour was going as planned- well that is, aside from the lack of dinosaurs.

It was almost as if they were afraid of the jeeps, each enclosure empty as you made your way through the park.

‘Not to be a buzzkill, Hammond, but isn’t this a dinosaur park?’ Seungmin chuckled, Hyunjin smiling softly while looking through the front windscreen,

‘y’know, shes safe in that car, Hyunjin’

Hyunjins face turned red as Hammond spoke up.

‘I’ve seen the way you both look at each-other. You’d make a great duo’

‘Don’t be silly’ Hyunjin mumbled, ‘We are a team.’

Hammond chuckled and turned back to face the front of the car, before Seungmin suddenly shushed everyone.

‘did you hear that?’

Another loud crack of a noise rang through the air, it sounded like a gunshot, as birds flew away from the sounds direction.

‘What in the light of day was that!?’ Yelled Hammond onto his radio, to which he got no reply.

Hyunjin watching as you made your way out of the car, spotting instantly what you ran toward, a little dinosaur limping as it ran through the field.

You didn’t care what happened, you needed to see what happened.

As you made your way over to it, you heard heavy footsteps behind you, Hyunjin and the others were chasing after you at top speed to ensure your safety.

‘It’s been shot!?’ you said softly, watching the poor creature collapse.

‘Who would do this?’ Jeongin whined softly, his eyes tearing up.

‘Hello? Is anyone on the other end of this goddamn machine??’ Hammond threw his radio on the ground in frustration, walking over to the creature slowly.

‘I am so, sorry, young fellow’ he said softly, moving away from it as it slowly breathed.

You heard the sound of vehicles whirring, motorcycles and cars, gunshots shooting out in every direction, and before you knew it, in the field, the group was surrounded, men in dark clothing, camouflage and dark paint filled your vision, Johns face white as he stumbled on his words.

‘Who are you and why are you on this island’ Hammond was the first to speak up, ignoring the gun barrel aimed directly at his head.

‘We could say the same to you, old man. We were told we could come here and hunt to our hearts content, told that these were pests, needed taken care of’

‘Who on earth would say that?’

‘Murray’

‘Murray? Goddamn that awful man!’ ---- WORDS USED:  ‘Compsognathus’  SO!! if you have seen the movies, this is the little green dino that runs around!! This lil guy: and they are known to be one of the smallest dinosaurs!

Dino fact!! There are roughly 700 known species of extinct dinos!! However that doesn't rule out many more discoveries in the future!!!

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With A Heavy Heart - Chapter 7 (A Kylo RenxCora fic)

The long awaited sequel to A Call to the Light. Cora and Ben’s relationship is non existent after Ben murdered his father but with Cora being pregnant, Bens trying his hardest to make things work. It’s not as easy as he would have liked.

I’m so sorry this took me forever to write, but with how bad TLJ was it really put me off writing this for a while. Needless to say theres gonna be some big differences in this fic. Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. It really helps me out as a writer, lemme know if you wanna be on the taglist as well :)

Warnings: Language, Violence, Implied self harm, Feels, Angst, Fluff, Cute pregnancy stuff, the last niceish chapter...it really is all downhill from now. 

Chapter 7

Ben’s P.O.V

I awoke to my alarm, the sound also disturbing Cora. She made a small sound before getting herself comfortable again. I turned it off and wrapped my arms around her, burying my nose in her hair. “You need to get up,” she spoke sleepily. “Five more minutes.” “I’m not waking you up, you’ll be late.” “Oh well.” My hands moved down to her stomach, rubbing it gently. She placed her hands over mine, squeezing them softly. Before we had the chance to get more comfortable my holoprojector buzzed signalling an incoming call. I groaned, forcing myself to roll over and accept the holoimage. A small blue image of Hux appeared and I held back another sound of annoyance.

“You are needed as soon as possible. There have been important developments that The Supreme Leader wishes for you to be apart of,” Hux explained before the image faded. Well that was vague. And I could never tell if it was good or bad, Hux’s tone always remained the same, like he was constantly annoyed. “Now you really do have to get up,” Cora spoke. I forced myself out of the warm, comforting bed and headed to the shower to wake myself up. The cold water did its job and I headed out to get dressed. Cora was already half dressed, her belly looking bigger and fuller and yet there was still time for it to grow. She’d opted to wearing sports bras now as they were more comfortable. I went over to her, kneeling down and kissing the bump. Cora smiled softly as I put my ear to her belly. “You might get kicked if you’re not careful,” she laughed. That likely meant that Kendra was more lively this morning, which was always a good sign. I gave her belly a final kiss before finishing getting dressed.

Cora handed me my helmet with a soft smile. I took it from her and kissed her softly. She kissed me back, pressing her forehead against mine. I enjoyed the short tender moment before forcing myself to pull away. I had to leave, find out what Hux wanted. I put the helmet on and left our room, heading for the bridge. Hux was stood by the viewpoint, turning on his heel to face me as I arrived. “Your late,” he stated. “I’m here. You mentioned there had been developments.” Hux’s lips curved into what I guessed was a smirk. It was doubtful anybody had ever seen him smile and even his smirks were more on the sinister side. “Yes, we’ve managed to track the resistance fleet through hyperspace. The Supreme Leader deemed it your duty to take them out,” Hux explained. “And has my ship been prepared?” “Of course, you’ll be accompanied by two other tie fighters. You might be the commander, but you cannot take out an entire fleet.”

My fist clenched as I resisted the urge to choke him. I turned without another work and headed for the ship’s hangar. I climbed inside my tie silencer and the top closed. Only once I had completely privacy did I remove my helmet, it didn’t give me the best view when trying to fly my ship. I started the engines and headed out, following the signal. It didn’t take long to catch the resistance fleet up, or what was left of them. The two tie fighters began to fire at the ship. My thumb hovered over the trigger button, ready to fire. That’s when I felt her presence. My mother was aboard that ship. I didn’t know what to do, fire and kill her too. That way I wouldn’t have another pull to the light. But I’d barely survived the pain of killing my father, I doubt I would survive if I did the same to my mother. She could sense my hesitation, yet she wasn’t afraid that her life was in my hands. She seemed content. “Ben,” her voice was in my head. I swallowed hard, forcing down my emotions. Before I had a chance to respond one of the tie fighters fired at the ships bridge, cutting our connection abruptly.

I watched in horror as the ships bridge erupted into flames, the ship wouldn’t survive another attack. My mother had been on that bridge. “Mom. Mom, please,” I attempted to reach out to her. Silence. I tried again, each attempt sounding more and more desperate. She couldn’t be dead; I couldn’t lose her as well. I wiped my eyes; I could have saved her. I could have ordered the tie fighters to hold their fire but I hadn't. I was just as guilty as the one who fired on the bridge. Her blood was on my hands. Cora would never forgive me after this. In those few seconds it felt like I had truly lost everything. Hux ordered us to come back and I forced myself to turn the silencer around, flying back to the ship. I parked the silencer in its usual spot and sat there for a few moments, debating what to do. I wouldn’t be able to hide this from Cora, she’d know something was wrong, she’d be able to feel it. I put my helmet back on and exited my ship.

First thing to do was to ‘congratulate’ the pilots. I made an excuse for them to follow me out of the hanger and into the nearest empty room. “Which one of you took out the bridge?” I asked. The one on the right raised his hand confidently, “that was me Commander,” he sounded proud. Proud that he’d murdered my mother. If only I had the time to drag this out and make it as painful as possible. I clenched my fist slowly, cutting off his air supply with the force. The other pilot turned to retreat but I held up my other hand, stopping him dead in his tracks. There was a sickening crack from the right pilot as his windpipe was crushed. I tossed his limp body aside now focusing my rage on the remaining pilot. I drew my saber and swiftly sliced through the pilot’s waist, separating it from his legs. This hadn't been enough, I still felt so much rage, so much hatred. But there was no one left to take it out on other than myself.

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Eventually the rage simmered down to anguish. I exited the room, heading back to my own. I had to face Cora eventually. News spread fast in this ship; it was likely she knew already. I forced myself inside, finding her sat on the edge of the bed, nursing her belly. “Your back early,” she spoke. She didn’t know yet. And now I had to tell her or otherwise I’d look suspicious. I was done keeping things from her, no matter how hard they were to tell her. I removed my helmet and placed it down. Cora read my expression and frowned. “What happened?” She asked, taking on a more sympathetic tone. I took a deep breath to stop myself from crying once more. I avoided her gaze, looking anywhere but at her. “They killed my mother, Cora,” I managed. Cora was so shocked she remained silent. She got up from the bed and came over to me to offer me comfort. She held me tight and stroked my hair. Cora sat me down on the edge of the bed, wiping away my tears.

I rested my head on her shoulder and when I could finally speak again without becoming an incoherent mess, I told her everything that had happened. She listened without interrupting me, holding my hand the whole time. She still seemed in disbelief; I had expected her to have cried by now. I knew how close she’d been to my mother. “Your sure?” Cora asked. “How could she have survived that?” “Because she's Leia fucking Organa. We have to try and reach out to her using the force. There's the possibility she was in an escape pod. As General she would have been top priority to get to safety. Trust me.” Perhaps Cora just didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t either but it was hard not too when I’d seen what I had. But if it finally got her to accept my mother’s death then we could try. Cora and I closed our eyes and focused.

I could feel Cora’s force presence and energy as well as Kendra’s although understandably it was a lot weaker. We reached out into the cosmos, focusing on the image of my mother. I felt a hint of her presence and chased it. It grew stronger, strong enough to tell us that she was alive. Comatose but alive. And that’s what mattered. Cora was right. We broke the connection, feeling relief. Cora was visibly happy, squeezing my hand. She almost looked like she wanted to say, ‘I told you so’. At this point I wouldn’t have been annoyed if she had. I stared at her in disbelief, she couldn’t have known that my mother was alive, yet she had remained so optimistic. I wish I could do that sometimes. “Your mother taught me to always have hope. Its why I came back for you in the first place,” Cora confessed. I kissed the back of her hand. She had no idea how grateful I was to have her here. I should show it more. Perhaps then things would get better.

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alright i think im awake enough to talk about my thots on zero-one from break up to episode 44 so spoilers after the cut in case you havent caught up or youre planning on watching it

so first i guess i should mention the presidential specials, which were just 2 glorified recap episodes that also introduced azu (finally) and the creation of the ark-one key. they are what they are and i get having to just shove it into recap episodes that were released during the point where it was still pretty risky to have actors do anything outside of their homes so i dont really feel much toward them

to the actual point of this, episodes 36-41 i would call good for the most part, there are some things that had to get sidelined due to covid, like fuwa and yua’s whole thing having to be condensed into a scene or two of them talking to Ai, the therapy robot, but it was still alright all things considered and i cant blame them too much since something like this during the airing of rider has never really happened. in regards to the thousman’s redemption, it kinda felt like a mix of covid interference and general not knowing how to properly give such a horrible man any kind of redemption. like, i’ll admit, his backstory about his robot dog named thouser (hilarious) almost got me until he pulled the “youre the only motherfucker that can handle me” with Sony’s New Product Placement Toy, which made it wrap around from being almost decent to funny in a bad kind of way. also the thing with him committing fucking humagear crimes being born from a love of hiden intelligence was so damn stupid, like are they telling me he couldnt have done the things he did out of like jealousy or some blind belief that hiden’s dreams are foolish or something?? fuck man, that was just really dumb. also how much did sony pay to have them shove so much goddamn footage of aibo into that episode

ark zero’s introduction was pretty cool, with him just outright fucking possessing horobi and, at first, making his body move unnaturally until he transformed. that was kinda sick. i feel like the cut to yua being outright terrified of ark would have had more impact had she done more stuff in the show, but i think thats genuinely a good way to show how strong/scary a new enemy can be. im also so glad that naki got their own suit and shit, since i remember us hoping that they would at least use the assault wolf key, but kamen rider naki is just so much cooler. thanks so fucking much kamen rider zero-one

also with ark when aruto just lost to him and got scared that maybe his ideals werent totally right, since in his ideal dream world it is technically possible for an ai to become as corrupted like satellite ark and him having to reaffirm what he believes in after fukuoze comes to him and is like “i need shesta back so we can kick gai out” was good imo. i liked that episode. also the episode where izu ran through multiple simulations was kinda fucked but it ended with her being able to make shit appear in her hands so good for her :)

then with the last of the ark zero shit, horobi uhhhh. hes there. he realizes that maybe sometimes it good to make choices for yourself, i guess. the teamup with him and zero-two was really cool, though. liked that and i liked raiden working with subaru again to take down ark. mostly a good episode if you like the fact that horobi will never change.

i think ive said everything i want to about the episodes i liked so now its time to talk about episodes 42-44, or where zero-one just takes a nosedive into confusing choices that i believe are genuinely bad. to start of with, izu dies. i would feel something about this moment if kamen rider didnt pull this shit all the goddamn time and also if i wasnt at least 50% confident that takahashi is gonna bring her back in some form during the finale like he did with poppy ex-aid. also this is the catalyst that makes aruto turn into ark-one, ditching zero-two after like. two episodes. incredible. this is dumb as hell, im not gonna try to pretend it isnt, because it is far too late in the show for this to happen, even with covid fucking up schedules. there is no reason for aruto to just ditch his morals and become the ultimate evil of zero-one because izu died. this isnt what she would want you moran!! and like, i get it, kind of. they wanted to show that not even good boy aruto, our heroic protagonist, is immune to having malicious feelings. i get killing off izu so aruto can feel malice towards horobi. turning him into ark-one is just dumb imo and they should have done something like his malice being what summons the ark again, but either in a shiny new body, or him using azu, i guess. either way theres no need for aruto to become ark-one.

this part is just nitpicky but during the ark-one fights where it would cut away to ark-one in total darkness, i think it could have been utilized better. like him dodging the shots and attacking everyone else while cutting to those shots would have been really good... had horobi also been visible during the shots they cut to when he was fighting him. like, theres some good potential for symbolism (? i dont really remember film terms too well but i do know what im talking about) here where he just doesnt see anything, except for horobi, who he wants to kill as revenge for izu. it couldve been cool even though this whole thing was really dumb imo!! but it kinda just ended up being a bit confusing in the end.

speaking of dumb shit, i think the fuwa and aruto fight in 44 was wasted in the end. orthoros vulcan is a dope recolor of assault wolf and it had retractable naki claws, so it at least gets points for that. but aruto transforms into zero-two for the first time in 2 episodes which doesnt make sense at first glance since hes ark-one now, but i think they were intending for this fight to be a callback to when zero-one and vulcan were first fighting, which is actually really cool if they meant for it to be this. which i believe so but you never know. anyway this fight was wasted because it doesnt seem to do much?? unless right at the start of 45 aruto’s gonna be like “nah, im not actually gonna fight you, since nobody wants that” but even then, going up to horobi and risking a full on war of humagears against humans is still stupid. why would he do that if he learned from his fight with fuwa. also this would have been a cool moment for fuwa to turn aruto’s catchphrase against him!! it would have been so fucking sick for fuwa at one point to say something like “theres only one person who can save you, and that’s me!” like fuck!!!!! that would be so cool!!!!! im genuinely upset this didnt happen im not even joking

i think this post went off the rails because i never learn that i cant extensively talk about kamen rider or other interests without becoming incredible incoherent so im ending the post here. thanks if you were able to actually read through this mess and also i do think for the most part kamen rider zero-one is a season worth watching. just maybe not the last 4 episodes.

#canned beef #i really thought i was gonna get away with writing something anybody other than me could understand lmao #next time i plan to do this please shut it down immediately unless i can get like. an editor or some shit

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Hybrids Pt. 2 - Tyler Lockwood/Klaus Mikaelson

//Requested: OMG! i loved 'hybrids' so much and i really want part two, i loved it, you are da best😎 // - // @cinthias-corner : May I request a part 2?//

//Part One//

//Pairings: Klaroline, Stelena mention, Tyler x Reader. Warnings: Language and soft Tyler :) Tag List : @akshi8278 @simonsaysyasss //

More or less than a month had passed since you had confessed your love for Tyler. Your heart had dropped when he said exactly what you were afraid of, what he knew you were afraid of.. That everything would change.

You figured he didn’t say it on purpose to hurt you or anything. But your mind and your heart didn’t want to give him the chance. You began avoiding Tyler after that. It was obvious and you knew it. He had your whole heart in his hands and that was too much for you to handle. You felt all too vulnerable around him. Which was why you weren’t ready to face him. You couldn’t face either of them, really.

Things with Klaus weren’t the easiest either. Now that you were avoiding Tyler, Klaus saw it as his best opportunity to swoop in and mend your broken heart. It was more for your benefit than his, but it was still hard considering you weren't hesitant to shut him down. But the thing was... your heart wasn’t exactly broken. Not yet at least, thanks to your newfound fear of facing Tyler.

The decade dance. It was the 20's and Klaus intended to be there, with you and Tyler in tow. As hesitant as you were, you knew you could escape and be with the girls for most of the night. Klaus had laid out clothes for the both of you, insisting that you would have no idea how to appropriately match the timeframe.

As soon as the three of you entered the school, you slipped into the crowd and found your friends. They instantly picked up on your emotions and carefully asked you questions in regards to Tyler.

"And he laughed, believe it or not." You said in annoyance. It was like a weight was lifted, finally being able to talk about what had been nagging in the forefront of your mind. "It wasn't a bust a gut laugh, more of a chuckle, but still."

"He laughed!?" Caroline exclaimed in shock. "What an ass.. God, why did I ever date him?" She laughed.

"You're telling me.." You agreed, ignoring the pain in your chest when she mentioned their past. It didn't necessarily bother you that she had dated Tyler in that few months between Tyler becoming a hybrid and you becoming a hybrid. They were both happy, and that's all you could ask for, but it stung a little that she had been with him, knowing your feelings for him.

"Obviously, I didn't mean to say it. I'd been hiding that from him forever and it just kind of came out. I was just trying to take a cheap shot at Klaus." You continued.

"Did Tyler actually say anything about it or was the laugh it?" Elena asked, probably loving being involved in relationship drama other than her own.

"He said that it changes everything." You winced for effect.

"Everything?" They asked in unison.

"Everything." You confirmed.

"Excuse me, ladies." You heard Klaus say from over your shoulder. You turned and sighed internally. So much for escaping with the girls. "Caroline, would you like to dance?"

She tried to hide her smile but you all saw it. She nodded slightly, faking a sigh of annoyance, and stepped around the table to take Klaus' outstretched hand.

"And Y/N.." Klaus said before whisking Caroline away. "Keep him out of trouble, would you?"

Once they walked away, Tyler walked up to you. With a deep sigh, you greeted him with a tight smile. Glancing to the side, you saw Elena and Bonnie slip away, motioning for you to talk to him.

"Hey, Y/N." He said softly, standing in the now open spot next to you.

"Hey, Ty." You replied with an awkward nod.

"I guess what you said a while back really knocked Klaus down a peg." He commented.

"What are you talking about?" You questioned.

"That." He pointed to Klaus and Caroline dancing. "He's backed off you completely."

"Oh that!" You exclaimed in realization. "Yeah, but I think it was more to annoy us than any real substance. But let's admit it. I'm amazing." You teased, trying to be normal around him after a month of distance. "Plus Caroline would never admit it but she does like him. A lot, actually." You chuckled.

"You're alright." He teased in return, nudging you slightly. "Besides, she's probably the only woman on earth that does." He joked.

"Honestly!" You laughed. "His own sister can barely stand him!"

He laughed with you and everything felt like it did a month ago. No life changing confessions. Neither of us avoiding the other. It felt the way it should being with him, it was light and normal. It was comfortable.. It was everything you had been missing.

"This was a whole set up, wasn't it?" You asked, still amused at the jokes you made at Klaus' expense. "Luring the girls away so I would have to talk to you? And you even managed to get Klaus in on it."

"Well, how else was I supposed to talk to you?" He challenged with a smile. "It was actually his idea since you've been avoiding me for a month."

"Yikes... That obvious, huh?" You laughed a little, knowing it was.

"Just a little, yeah." He replied.

"Huh." You muttered in realization. "Y'know, I didn't think everything would change, after that day.. But it did. And maybe it only changed because I made it change." You said out loud. "I forced exactly what I didn't want."

"No, Y/N. It wasn't fair for me to say that, especially since you had told me that's what you were afraid of." Tyler argued gently.

"Oh, I said that out loud." You nodded a little. "No, in all seriousness Lockwood, I freaked out. I wasn't ready to tell you for multiple reasons and I-"

"Wait, what reasons?" He interjected.

"What?" You asked, not registering what he had said.

He chuckled before responding. "Why didn't you want to tell me?"

"Oh.. Well, first off, you're you. I mean, you're Tyler Lockwood, the football star. The popular kid. I've known you since we were kids, even if you didn’t know me. And then high school came and somehow you and I became really good friends. Things were great before and I let my stupid feelings get in the way.” You confessed. "And then everything with Caroline. You seemed genuinely happy with her and I wasn't going to mess that up for you. No matter how that hurt..."

“Y/N/N... Things weren’t great. I was hiding something from you too.” He said carefully. "And sure, I liked being with Caroline but it wasn't the same as when I'm with you."

“Oh no.” You groaned. “Please don’t tell me you have a kid roaming around somewhere..” You tried to joke. It drew a small laugh from him which made things a little easier.

“When we were kids, you thought I didn’t know you... But I did. I noticed everything about you before I even knew I was noticing it, hell before I started noticing girls at all. The way you wore pigtails every Friday, even through high school. You had something blue everyday, whether it be your jewelry, your clothes, or even your hair ties. You had this tendency to hum songs while you were coloring and then as you got older as you were writing.” He gushed.

You gently placed your hand on his shoulder as you realized he was getting a bit flustered. A gentle pink flush had settled on his face and neck. His complexion had nearly matched his tie. He sighed heavily, visibly giving in to your touch. Could it be that he was confessing something like what you had told him a month ago? Is it possible that Tyler Lockwood, the boy that brought you to the clouds and through hell, was harboring feelings for you?

“Ty...” You smiled softly. You couldn’t help but smile. Growing up, you had always been in your own world. Of course, the girls were there but there were things that were just part of you. Like the humming, the blue, the pigtails. Those were all minuscule things that you had hardly even noticed yourself doing. But all this time, Tyler had noticed. “I still wear something blue..” You commented, flashing the soft blue bracelet you added before leaving earlier that night.

“I know.” He said with a small smile. “Look all I’m trying to say is that things changed after last month. There’s no denying or arguing. But they changed in a way they shouldn’t have.”

“How should they have changed then?” You asked with a small, confused laugh as you took your hand away, letting it join the other that rested on the table. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. At first, it seemed like your relationship with Tyler could be salvaged and rebuilt into something new but now, now it seemed like it was nothing but rubble. You two would be downgraded to being coworkers for Klaus. Simple head nods of acknowledgment when passing. “Sorry, I’m just really lost here, Tyler. You mean a lot to me, you know that. And I can't lose you. Not with everything still being so new.”

He stared at you for a second, processing your words. You saw the recognition light up his eyes as his eyebrows raised and he began to shake his head. "Oh no no no. Not like that. Not like that at all. Y/N, I- I- I like you, a lot actually. And I didn't want to say anything before because Klaus was always around."

You realized he was about to go on another rant. One thing that most people didn't see in Tyler, was his lack of eloquence in his speech. When he had a lot to say or had something important to say, sometimes he got tripped up or he would talk too much. He would say more than he needed to, which would lead to him saying the wrong thing.

In an effort to silence him, you closed the distance between you two, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He tensed for a moment before melting into your embrace. His arms came around you just as tight. You nuzzled your face against his chest slightly and you felt him rest his head on top yours.

"You were about to ramble." You mumbled your explanation against him. His chest shook with laughter, drawing a wide smile that he couldn't seep

to come from you. You realized how warm a hug from Tyler was. It felt safe, like you weren't tied up in supernatural nonsense. Like you weren't fighting for a family you didn't know. Like you hadn't lost everything in a war you didn't want. It felt like you were just a kid in love.

"Y/N." He said quietly, as if your name was only his to say.

"Yeah, Tyler?" You replied, stepping back slightly to meet his eyes. His eyes were soft as they met yours, full of admiration and love.

"Do you want to dance?" He asked with a sly smirk.

You realized a slow song had begun. You glanced around, seeing Elena with Stefan and Caroline still with Klaus. You knew if you stepped onto that dance floor with Tyler, the questions would never stop. But really, who cared?

You took one of Tyler's hands in yours and pulled him to the dance floor. You linked your fingers together and he gently pulled you close. His hand was on the small of your back, keeping you pressed against him.

"So where do we go from here?" You asked quietly as you two gently swayed to the music.

"Wherever you want." He replied with a small shrug. "I love you, Y/N. And I can wait. This probably seems really sudden so if you need some time to decide if this is really what you want, I can wait. "

You smiled widely, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his cheek. "I love you too, Tyler. I have for a while, obviously, which means I've been waiting for just as long. I don't need time. I know what I want and I want you."

"So you're my girl then?" He questioned with a proud smile.

"It's about damn time, Lockwood." You teased, completely over the moon and head over heels for the boy in front of you.

The next day, the girls came over while you and Tyler were on the couch watching a random movie. Your head was on his chest while his arm was around your waist. You were absent-mindedly toying with the fingers of his other hand, tracing his name with your index finger against his palm. They burst through the doors, shouting your name and demanding an explanation, especially when they saw how you two were laying on the couch. So together, you and Tyler gave them the basic explanation.

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[words-are-my-existence]

Tea and Coffee

Introduction Part IV: Crepuscular

Warning: Course language and mature references within

~

The evening came around quite soon, Eliza lost in conversation with Levi who spoke about her and Lucy’s latest adventures in Japan. The two girls were old friends and had a taste for exploration, having an endless desire to travel the world. Levi was slightly shorter than Jai while Lucy matched more Eliza’s height, the former having quite dark brown curly hair, and ebony skin whilst the latter was more so fair and sported long wavy hair that changed colours like the seasons. When Jai and Lucy arrived they saw this time around she had it a sweet pastel shade of lilac. They were both a energetic pair and always knew the right advice to give at the given moment, never failing to call you and help out in a time of need even if they were on the other side of the globe,

“Next thing I know Lucy has jumped, I’m falling and our instructor is losing his shit at the fact that we left him behind!” Levi laughed as she talked about a parachuting trip over Nagoya,

“Yeah, though we made it up to him later on in the hot springs,” Lucy added on cheekily with a wink, Jai almost sighing sadly,

“Man that would have been so fun, oh what about that guy who swam with whales with you?”

“He tried drugging our drinks so we handed him to the police, some people seriously,” Levi rolled her eyes,”But the trip overall was great, the next destination we’re planning on is Hawaii on a cruise ship,”

“Woah already? I mean then again you both can’t stay in one place longer than a week,” Eliza commented with a soft giggle, finishing up making a cup of tea for herself. It was closing hours, the sky dark outside and twinkling with just a few stars visible beyond the city lights,

“I’ll finish cleaning up, we’ll have to catch up tomorrow before you set off again,” Jai called out as she headed around to the back, Lucy and Levi stretching as they joined Eliza by the door,

“It was great seeing you both now at least, the store is doing even better than we when we saw it last!” Lucy said clapping her hands, Levi nodding in agreement,

“You need to explain yourself to missy, apparently you have a few secret admirers you didn’t tell us about!”

“Jai has probably told you some nonsense, you know how she is,” Eliza sighed as she lead the girls out and locked the cafe door behind her,”If anything I get a few glances and men wanting to talk to me but nothing serious,”

“Hmm well we’ll get those answers tomorrow, see you guys then!”

“Take care!” Levi and Lucy hugged Eliza goodbye before heading to their hotel, Eliza herself making her way towards to the nearby park.

Before heading home she tended to go here after work every night and enjoy her English Breakfast tea, relaxing with a good book or practicing some sketches at her favourite park bench. It was a great way to cool off after a busy day or even just chill on a quiet one. There was barely a soul around either so it was almost perfect, those nights when it was was when a small black stray cat would come around and say hi. It was an adorable creature who seemed to love the small treats Eliza gave it.

She found her usual spot and sat down, opening her book up and picking up from where she left off in the afternoon. Out of habit she sneakily glanced around to see if the kitty was here tonight, when see couldn’t find it she subtly looked over to the bench across her a little way away where a figure was sitting on it and reading their own book with a tray of half a dozen cups resting beside them. She only had gotten glimpses of him before, a slim man who had pale skin and soft blonde hair that tended to cover his face. He came out most nights and read in the same spot just as Eliza did. The two seemed to have an unspeakable agreement on not interrupting each other, understanding when someone just wants to be left alone to themselves. Eliza often wondered what his eyes were like as she had never been able to see them. As well as if how she perceived him was the same way he thought about her, this strange girl coming out each night to be alone in the peaceful solitude the park gave.

Eliza shrugged the thoughts off her mind and returned to her own book, taking sips from her warm mug as she read.

As the night went on robust laughter and crude shouting broke the silence, Eliza sighing and rubbed her forehead as the noise drew closer. She glanced over her shoulder to see a group of around five men making their way through the park, each stumbling and bumping over each other drunkenly. It wasn’t to often an occurrence when people like them wandered through, Eliza knowing to just ignore them and focus on herself, the drunkards leaving her be.

Though this time as she looked down back at her book and focused on its pages, the men strode straight towards her and cat called as they approached,

“Look at this jewel hiding away in the shadows, you’re quite pretty from afar but boy aren’t you something else up close,” One whistled as he stood in front of Eliza, another slapping his hands down on her shoulders from behind and giving her a fright and causing her to jump up in panic, the man grabbing her strongly and forcing her back down on the seat,

“Hey sweet heart you shouldn’t be out all by yourself in this hour of the night. Let us take you back to your home safe and sound,” He cackled darkly as a third lent over and whispered in her ear, his breath sickly smelling of booze,

“Of course as payment you’ve got to let us gentlemen have some fun with you, otherwise we might just have to get ruff,”

Eliza already packing her stuff away tried again to slid out of the hands of the one who was holding her down, luckily doing so and quickly backing away,

“It’s quite alright thank you for the offer, but I can take care of myself,” She calmly spoke though could feel the sweat starting to build up on her forehead, yelping as she walked into someone behind her. Growing scared now she gritted her teeth, holding her dark mug tight in her hands and peeking behind her expecting the other two strangers to be there.

Instead a very skinny and short man stood there holding a tray of six paper cups of steaming coffee in one hand and in the other a book. He was trembling slightly Eliza noticed, though she was unsure if it was in fear or rage,

“The lady has clearly stated she is content with her own company ‘gentlemen’,” The blonde figured began sharply,”So I would ask that you leave her be and continue your intrusive disturbance somewhere you’re actually tolerated,”

“What mate?” One guy his scratched their head confused, a different drunkard speaking up,

“Hey you skinny pussy bugger off! We do what we fucking want to fucking do!” His voice grew louder in anger and frustration, the one who first approached Eliza slowly walking up to snarl in this newcomers face while his friends enclosed on them,

“I suggest you leave now, with your wallet on the ground, unless you rather to find yourself in a mangled fucked mess?”

“No, actually I prefer this idea instead pissface,” Eliza heard the retort as the man aiding her threw his tray of cups at the now clustered drunkards, boiling hot liquid splashing all over them causing them to erupt in a chorus of painful screams. In the spilt second this man grabbed Eliza’s arm and pulled her along into a dead sprint away from the spectacle, several extremely frustrated and raged shouting following in the distance.

Eliza wasn’t sure how long they had ran for, the adrenaline pushing them on until the sounds of their pursuers faded. As they halted at last the two stood only for a moment before collapsing onto the grass beneath them gasping for air, the threat now gone and the peace returned,

“Well that is my exercise for the year done,” Eliza spoke first as she gathered breath, her saviour heartily laughing in response,

“Yeah same. My mates are going to kill me tonight though when they find out they have nothing to drink but hey, this will make an awesome and hilarious story!”

“Hah yeah exactly! My friends won’t believe me probably but still,” Eliza added with a grin. They had rolled onto their sides to face each when talking, Eliza noticing for the first time the cute gummy smile plastered on him along with a pair of deep molten brown eyes that shone with such a depth Eliza was stunned. They were both stuck in silence for a few minutes staring at it each other, the two of them blushing when they realise and quickly scramble to their feet,

“Ah um thank you so much by the way, I don’t think I would have been able to take them all on. I need to do some more self defence lessons,”

“It’s alright, I’m glad to help. It would have been wrong of me to just do nothing when you were in need um..” He trailed off and nervously started scratching the back of his neck,”I don’t actually know your name even though we’ve seen each other quite a lot over the months, but well haven’t talked,”

“Yeah I’m sorry about that, I kinda assumed we both just wanted to be left to our own devices,” Eliza apologised guiltily,”I guess better late then never though, I’m Eliza,” She said as she held her hand out to him, who in turn shook it with a happy grin,

“Hi Eliza, I’m Yoongi, nice to properly meet you,”

“And you to,” She replied with a warm smile. Now with quietness around them Eliza finally noticed her phone buzzing about in her pocket, taking it out to find she had several missed calls and a number of frantic messages from Jai.

>I’M LOCKED IN

>WHERE ARE YOU???

>DUDE THERES NOTHING I CAN USE TO PICKLOCK WITHOUT BREAKING THE DOOR

>LIZ IM SORRY I PROMISE TO BRING THE STOCK ON TIME AND NOT DRINK ALL OF YOUR JACK DANIELS WITHOUT YOU

>ITS SO COLD WHY DON’T WE HAVE A HEATER

“Oh shit, I locked Jai in the cafe. I’m sorry I need to go now. Thank you so much again and it was great to meet you to!” Eliza grabbed her bag and waved to Yoongi before dashing straight back to the cafe,

“That was fast,” He commented to himself, turning around to retrieve his own items and noticing a small mug left behind,”Wait! Eliza-“ He went to shout and call her attention back but she was already gone from eyesight,

“Aw man...how am I going to get this back to her?” He sighed and grabbed the forgotten cup, pondering on the nights’ events as he made his way back to his own abode.

~

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[bugheadspoby]

We're both crazy. (pt. 2 of Obsessed with my Stalker)

*Frequent changes of POVS*

29th August

Forsythe Pendelton Jones Jr. got arrested for Jason Blossom’s murder and the whole town sighed in relief except for the girl next door. She haven’t slept a wink since the news broke out. Who can possibly plant the murder weapon in his locker? and where did they find it? She buried them in the ground, this was one of the few things she learned from her favorite mystery series but the questions kept on spiraling in her mind. Was it her stalker? She haven’t received a note since that discovery. What could possibly be cooking up for her?

Jughead saw her tension visibly. He knew she haven’t slept in days and he didn’t either because he was busy observing her through the red head’s window and he had all the answers she craved but he wanted to feel the tension she felt inside her because he was crazy for when she contracts her little self and her body tenses up, lost in thoughts, trying to make things right by committing more sins. They both were equally crazy and psychopathic, both about each other and the little world of sins they created in disguise. The summer camp in school she joined for extra credit was finally over, which meant no more locker notes for a few weeks but her window was still open for them and she anxiously waited for them to come. She craved answers and only from him. On the other hand he loved watching her loose her mind over the arrest of his father. He was a creep and she was equally sinful, this is what made them a perfect power couple in Jughead’s mind. — 6AM in the morning she woke up by the sound of alarm clock and with her I woke up too because the sound was loud enough to wake someone who is a normal human being and not Archie. She stretched and yawned and then got up from her bed making her way to the semi closed blinds of her window and there it was! an answer I bestowed her. She picked it up and read it and suddenly she smiled creepily and her body breathed. Her shoulders relaxed and a soothing expression covered her face. It was just like the expression of my dreams when I finally let her come and it is oh so good. Oh how I love it when she looks like this but I love it even more when she is angry and tensed, that’s just hot on a different level.

“I got you covered babygirl, now you owe me”

She threw the paper away and laid down again on the bed facing the roof and I could perfectly see her curves, with her chest heaving up and down. My inner pervert was screaming at the sight of her never ending legs and the tight shorts that barely covered her ass was making me hard again. The cow named Archie shifted in his bed just when I was about to reach for my little one. He knows perfectly how to ruin a moment and he never have to put any effort, he just exists and boom! it’s ruined. He woke up and saw me at the window and without any suspicion, which requires a brain, he just greeted and walked into the bathroom. I turned around and she was gone too. I guess my little one has to wait more. I sighed and picked up my bag and rushed to the school where all the B&G staff was having a meeting, well it was just me and Kevin until I got to the office and to my surprise I found someone special waiting, in a perfect pink tank top and tight jeans that blew me away the moment I saw them on her long legs.

“Betty Cooper? What are you doing in the Blue and Gold staff meeting?” I asked, trying not to stare at her legs. “Jughead! Actually Kev called me here but he had to cancel. Today is my first day at the Blue and Gold” she said with a smile. “You’re-what?” I asked surprisingly. The one thing I was good at was writing and now she came here too to destroy me with her sexy little freaky self. How am I supposed to do stuff when she is literally sex on legs and constantly forcing me to push her down on Kevin’s nice little coffee table and give her a feeling she will never forget. “Yeah..I know you don’t like working with other students but I really need this for some extra credit and also to take my mind off of some things too” —

“Betty Cooper? What are you doing in the Blue and Gold staff meeting?” I heard his voice and a current ran in my body. An electric shock that turned me on instantly. God! why does he have that effect on me? Why him? Why a loner, dangerous Serpent King who probably cuts people down in his free time turns me on so bad and I feel things that I never even knew existed within me. This is unfair on so many levels but BETTY! you gotta stay focused, come to the point real quick. “Jughead! Actually Kev called me here but he had to cancel. Today is my first day at the Blue and Gold” I said awkwardly and he just looked at me with his signature smirk smile and the next thing I know was that I was wet downstairs. Can’t he feel the tension in the air? Can’t he just take me right there on Kev’s table? This is so bullshit. “You’re-what?” he asked surprisingly. “Yeah..I know you don’t like working with other students but I really need this for some extra credit and also to take my mind off of some things too” I blurted and regreted instantly. TOO MUCH INFORMATION FOR SOMEONE WHO IS PROBABLY YOUR STALKER BETTY! my mind yelled at me and he just kept on looking at me with creepy eyes. “What’s wrong Betty?” he asked in a dead serious tone and his voice turned cold. “Nothing just..typical family drama” I said fidgeting with my fingers. “I-Its fine Betts! You’re welcome to join!” he said after an interval and I smiled at him. “oh and theres this article that I’m working on and I was hoping Kevin will edit it but since hes M.I.A and you are newly recruited..you have to do it for me!” he commanded handing me a file and I was dying to say YES SIR but that would be awkward. “Yeah I will edit it till tomorrow” “Oh actually no! I want it in the next paper so tonight is the deadline” his expressions changed from soft to I don’t know what but he definitely had some mischief in his mind being all bossy. “Oh-um okay I will just drop it by then. Where will you be at night?” OUTSIDE YOUR WINDOW BETTY! DUH. “Whyte Wyrm!” he spurted and my veins sparked. “Wh-wyrm? You know I can’t be there Jug!” “Why the hell not?” he asked. “Last time I was there at your crowning some freak threatened me because I’m a damn northsider” I said going down the awful memory lane. “Tall Boy? he won’t be a problem this time and.. since my dad..” he said and then stopped in between looking at the ground and I felt utter guiltiness in my veins. I was the damn reason his father was behind bars for something I did and my crazy stalker covered it up for me by sending the father of the boy I’m nuts for, to jail! How fortunate I am! “He’s not..around much since then” he completed. “Oh..I’m sorry Jug!” Okay Betty! time to get on point. Remember why you’re here in the first place. I took his hand and he looked up to me. “How are you holding up?” Perfect! I give perfect fake gestures of sympathy despite of the fact that I was having multiple wars inside my head, drowning in guilt and angry about my stalker but still.. looking at him, the feeling was getting stronger and I was two steps closer to my next mistake. He always makes me do things that my fake perfect self would never even think about. I was dangerous and it was all because of him and God knows what kind of drastic effect he has on me. “I’m okay..I guess” he said “he was never a good father or a good husband and he actually found his place.. Where a criminal like him belongs.. He’ll be at peace now for the rest of his life” once again my mind shouted at me. How about you use him to get to that skank? Would that be selfish? Who cares? I’m doing it. It’s time to play his dirty game my way. You’re doing good Betty just keep going. — “Last time I was there at your crowning some freak threatened me because I’m a damn northsider” she blurted. I remember that day clearly. She was standing far off with the Lodge bitch and I gifted Fangs a punch for flirting with Betty. Sweet Pea’s father the oldest living serpent scumbag gave me the crown and she stood there smiling as I wore it. She looked like a walking sex in the blue satin shirt and tight pink skirt with her hair down. I was so happy looking at her when my father brought a pink haired bitch in front of me and pronounced her my Queen without even asking what or who I want. The next day she was found dead in her trailer.

“Tall Boy? he won’t be a problem this time and.. since my dad..” I stopped in between to observe her reaction. I could see her guilt through her eyes and I was loving it. If only she knew what effect she has on me. She makes me go all crazy but what I hate the most is that I’ve had enough of suffering the madness all alone. I want her in it too. I want her to feel the same things I’ve felt. “He’s not..around much since then” I completed.

He’s not around because of me and nobody knows what went down in the wyrm the night Tall Boy came out to me about my plans and her crimes.

*flashback*

“I know what you’re doing boy” he shouted at me while a cigarette hung in between my lips. “You can’t pin all this on your father! You bastard!” “Easy Tall Boy. You don’t wanna mess with the king!” I smirked. “He is the one who made you King and you’re doing this bullshit to him?! To your father?” he shouted again. “Yeah I know..He is the one who dragged me in the serpents, he is the reason my mom left me and he is the damn reason JB died so yeah he deserves it!” I shouted back. “And you can’t possibly do anything to change my mind because THAT TIP has already been sent to the sheriff” I said and turned around until he spoke again. “I know who killed that Blossom boy and I know you’re doing this for that Cooper bitch” he spurted as my eyes turned red in anger. “I know she is the one who poisoned my niece and then her bitch mother published it as an Overdose of Jingle Jangle in her newspaper” I punched him before he could say more. Blood splattered from his face as he tried to maintain his balance. “Don’t you fucking dare disrespect your queen Tall Boy” I said and walked away trying to control my anger and planning to get rid of him. And the next day he was missing.

“I’ll see you tonight Betty!” I said patting her back and leaving the room before I do something stupid because boy Archie is having a deep influence on me nowadays. Half of my days pass by thinking about Betty and her legs and the other half goes thinking that how can a man be possibly as brainless as Archie is. I guess I’ll never know.

After leaving school I went straight to Tall Boy just to make sure he’s still alive for a fresh punch because that bastard doesn't even deserve to die this soon after disrespecting Betty. I turned on the lights of the abandoned trailer and saw him awake, still struggling to let himself out of the chains I tied him with. “Are you ready for your final punishment Tall Boy? Do you have any last wish?” I smirked. “You’re not gonna get away with this!” he said. “Oh come on Tall Boy! last time I was here you were pleading for your life. Why this change all of a sudden?” “You will pay! Just wait and watch! she’ll slit your throat the way she did to the Blossom boy and then send your chopped up body to the serpents” “You have no idea what I’ll do to her once I’ll get her Tall Boy! She’s gonna be my perfect queen” I whispered. “But too bad you’re not gonna be there to see it when we’ll have the ceremony after the night I mark her” I laughed and took out my pocket knife. “Say goodbye to the world you worthless snake” “Before you kill me! Remember that JellyBean died because of you! not because of FP” he blurted as my eyes turned red once again and I slit his throat twice just to make sure that bearded bitch dies painfully and left not knowing why my eyes were raining all of a sudden. All the way back to Archie’s home I couldn't stop thinking about what he said but to distract myself I tried thinking about the night I’ll get my hands on her. Oh Betty! You have no idea..I will woo you in a dark place but unlike him you’ll be lying in my bed instead of a grave and screaming my name instead of screaming for mercy. — I was pretty nervous while getting ready for the Wyrm with the intention of getting laid tonight and I’m not complaining when it comes to the boy of my sinister dreams..I’ll let him do anything he wants to do to me even if its on a snooker table in the Wyrm.. What a fantasy Betty! I want everything to be perfect. I want to look irresistible and I want to bring his inner perv out and then I’ll make him go even more crazier.

I did the right thing! Toni was never the right one for Jughead and he surely doesn't know what I did to her little faux pink bitch. 

I was, I am and I will be the perfect one for him no matter what happens. He needs a woman like me who is deadly, sinful and head over heels in love with him, drowning in his lust and craving him since the day she found out that he likes to see her naked. He is such a beautiful emerald eyed, raven haired walking sin that with every look he makes me want to rip off that snake skin from his body and cherish him by tasting every inch of him.

Oh Juggy! I’ve committed so many sins for you and now I’m gonna take what’s rightfully mine. YOU. TONIGHT!

#bughead #dark!jughead #dark!betty #bettyandjughead #bettycooper #jugheadjones #bettyxjughead #bugheadsmut #riverdale

[themushroomfriend]

The Servant

Michael Langdon x Reader

WARNINGS JUST IN CASE:

some language, a little dominance thing going on but nothing serious, umm. Theres sex so watch out for that :P

Dis some smut. But i got carried away so it takes a while to get to the actual smut. My bad. Just feels so rushed and not authentic in any way when it goes straight to the sex. I’m just making an atmosphere man. Anyway, enjoy weirdos.

~

You had been sitting in this chair for what seemed like eternity. Langdon had asked for you specifically. You knew why, but you didn’t want to admit that he may know.

You hadn’t been in the bunker nearly as long as everyone else. In fact, Michael had found you outside, in the ashes that remained of the planet. He found you, unharmed, no disease, and perfectly healthy, save for the fact that you looked like a skeleton. The fact of the matter was that you had survived the apocalypse. You weren’t effected by the radiation. You knew why, but he didn’t. Or at least you thought so, until now. 

You were by no means a witch. You did, however, belong to a family of them. The only thing you inherited from the long line of witches was immunity. But, you had no idea of this ability until the apocalypse began. It wasn’t triggered until something seriously harmful had entered your system. 

So, here you sat, in this creaky wooden chair, nervously tapping your foot against the floor. You didn’t know much about Michael, but you did know he was dangerous. He wasn’t what he said he was. You could feel in your bones he was something different. And you didn’t know why, but you felt that if he knew your lineage, you would be in danger.

Finally, the door opens, revealing Michael. You look up at him, and stand.

“You wanted to see me?” You ask, smoothing out your skirt. 

“Come in.” He replies, his tone mischievous. He has a twinkle in his eye. He has something planned.

You follow him into his office, closing the door behind you. He sits at his desk, gesturing for you to sit as well. Hesitantly, you come and sit in front of him.

“I assume you know why I’ve called for you.” He breathes out, folding his hands together. You fail to give an answer, which is all he really needs. He smirks, leaning back in his chair. 

“Are you a witch?” He asks, his eyes burning a hole into the back of your skull.

“No.” You say truthfully. 

“Then how did you survive the radiation?” He inquires, leaning forward. 

“I... my mother put a protection spell on me.” You lie. You aren’t sure why you did, but you feel that him knowing your natural born gift could put you in danger.

“You’re lying, y/n.” He growls, standing abruptly. You flinch a little, surprised at his sudden movement. He’s leaning over his desk, looking down at you. 

“I won’t kill you. I know you come from a witch family. I will spare you, but only on one condition.” He demands, his voice commanding and dark. Your lack of response presses him to tell you.

“You will do whatever I say, whatever I want, whenever, however I please or demand. You will be here any time I call for you. If you accept this, I will assure your safety here. If not, I’ll have you killed. Either one is suitable for me so I suggest you pick wisely.” He says, sitting back down in his chair.

You are practically speechless. Be his servant or die. You sure as hell didn’t want to be his servant, but you also knew you weren’t ready to die. You suppose, it doesn’t really matter. Being his slave would be humiliating, but... at least you’ll live. And maybe it won’t be so bad. 

“...Alright. If that’s all you want.” You reply. In all honesty you expected a bigger request. You were a servant already, except it was for a group of people instead of an individual. All he does is smirk at your remark.

“You are moving to the bedchamber closest to mine effective immediately. Move your belongings in there and I will call for you when I need you.” He orders, dismissing you as if you were an after thought. You hold in your pride as you stand and leave, shutting the door behind you.

As soon as you are alone again you breathe out, not realizing that you had practically been holding your breath the entire time. You were surprised at his request. It seemed so small compared to what you expected from him. His goal had to be to demean you, devalue you. He knew you came from a line of witches, but you weren’t one yourself. Maybe that had something to do with it. Things could be different if you were born with the full gift. 

You rushed down to your small room, gathering what few belongings you had. Everything you owned could be put into a single box, since most of everything had been thrown away in fear of contamination upon you entering the bunker. Your possessions included a few family photos, dried sage, your small pouch of enchanted stones, a journal, and a small metal pin in the shape of a thistle. 

You gathered these together in a small box, made your bed, and headed back upstairs to find the new room. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous about everything. Michael was very intimidating. Handsome, yes. But scary. Being close to him was more than passing your comfort zone. The more you thought about it, the more anxious you felt.

You would have to make his bed every day, set his clothes for him, clean his bedroom, everything that had to do with his room was something you had to deal with. It was just too intimate. Someones bedroom is theirs alone, and it felt like intruding. Not to mention the fact that it was his of all peoples. He will probably make messes on purpose just to make you clean it up. You could see that smug look on his face already, staring you down while you cleaned up after him like a child. 

You turned the corner, finding the secluded hallway that belonged to Michael Langdon. Taking a deep breath, you walked down to the very end, seeing one door leading to his room, and one not too far to the right. That must be the room. You opened the door to see a bedroom slightly bigger than your old one, and much nicer at that. The sheets were softer, and colored green. The furniture was much prettier as well, with pretty designs cut into the cedar wood. The room was more than you expected.

You sat your belongings down, feeling the soft fabric of the blankets of the bed. The mattress was much softer as well. You felt like you had been living in the medieval era and just found royalty. You laughed to yourself, almost forgetting the circumstances you were under. 

“It is almost time for supper. Bring me my meal. I will be in my bedroom.” You hear from the doorway. You turn around, startled by the sudden intrusion. Michael stood in your doorway, seemingly towering above you. Collecting your thoughts, you nod.

“Yes sir.” Is all you say as he turns away, not giving you a second glance. Okay, not a bad start. Just bringing him dinner.

You pull back your hair, pinning it to stay out of your face as you head downstairs into the kitchen, trying to calm your nerves. You saw no cooks, but there was a silver platter on the marble counter top. You peaked inside, seeing a full meal lying there. The smell invaded your nose as you saw a steak with vegetables and potato. This is what he’s been eating this entire time? While you ate little cubes of nothing? You wanted to be furious, but what did you expect? The leader of the Cooperative, the representative, eating the same thing as everyone else? Doubt it. 

Sighing, you take the platter and walk back upstairs, careful not to trip. Luckily the dress wasn’t long enough to make you fall.

As you reached the bedroom door, you heard him say “Come in.” before you had knocked. Shrugging it off, you turned the knob and entered, seeing him sitting at a desk at the left. His room was much larger than yours, and fit for a king. you thought your room felt nice, until you saw his. 

Without saying anything, you brought him his plate, sitting it in front of him. He doesn’t look at you once before eating. You turn to leave, but he tells you to stop.

“You will prepare my bath while I eat. Make the water as hot as possible.” He commands. Though you feel slightly hungry, and the smell of the steak is swirling in your head, you oblige anyway. You walk into his bathroom, dumbfounded at it’s beautiful design. Everything was sleek and black, with hints of white here and there. The tub was massive as well, and could easily fit two people. 

You turned the hot water on all the way, until it began to steam and almost boil. You sat at the edge of the tub, waiting for it to fill, when you saw him enter the bathroom. He wasn’t wearing the coat he usually had on, just wearing a black button up shirt and pants. His hair flowed past his shoulders in an almost angelic way. He looked so perfect, but he was ugly. 

“Undress me.” He says casually, with that look in his eye again. That slight smirk. That confident, smug face. You didn’t know how to feel about it. You wanted to punch him but kiss him at the same time. He’s playing games because he knows he can.

You squint at him, unsure why he can’t do it himself. You were definitely embarrassed, you could feel your cheeks getting warm, your pulse quickening. He stood there patiently, expecting you to follow his order. Fine. If you really want to be that way... You think as you stand up and walk to him. 

He’s eyeing you as you reach for the first button of his shirt, then the second, and third. You don’t make eye contact with him, just trying to focus on the buttons and not his burning skin. You reach the last button, and push the fabric over his wide shoulders, grazing his arms as you remove it completely. The contact of your hands on his arms felt almost like a trance. It had been so long since you had any sort of human contact., whether that be sexual or just a friendly hug. You glanced at his body, and yes it was perfect. Just like his damn face. 

You picked up the shirt and folded it, sitting it on the counter. You looked up at him briefly, seeing that he was staring you down. You visibly blush, turning your attention to his pants so you don’t have to look at him. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction he was obviously searching for. You quickly undid his belt, taking it off his waist, and unbuttoning his pants, his zipper...

And you could feel his bulge. His half hard bulge. Was he enjoying telling you what to do? You almost pulled away in anger, but decided against it. Taking a deep breath, you pulled his pants down, but leaving his underwear.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Underwear too.” He says before you can leave. “Are you enjoying yourself?” You finally blurt. You immediately regret you sarcastic tone, covering your mouth. He smiles down at you, grabbing onto your shoulder, beckoning you to get back to your knees. 

“Yes I am.” Is all he says, as you feel his hand glide into your hair. Your heart is racing, it’s a power play. That’s all he’s doing. He must get off on it. Though his touch is distracting, and enticing, you swat his hand away. 

“If you want me then you need to try harder than that. You can’t win me over that easily.” You say, though you still pull his underwear to his ankles. He’s hard, for sure. And very attractive. 

“So you admit you want me.” He suggests, trying to gain control again. 

“You’re the one who’s trying to convince me.” You reply, stepping away from him and turning off the water. He smirks at you, naked and wanting. You refuse to look down, as much as you want to. The need to win the argument was slightly stronger than the need for sex. 

He doesn’t answer, but walks past you and steps into the tub. After he’s settled, he looks up at you. 

“I want you to join me.” He says, bringing his arms to rest at the back of the large porcelain tub. He leans his head back, exposing his neck and wet skin. You aren’t sure if this an order, or a request. 

“Do I have a choice?” You ask, your voice low. 

“I don’t know, do you?” He responds, his eyes closed now. 

You decide to just go for it. Why the hell not? You take the pins out of your hair, remove your white apron, and unbutton your grey dress. He doesn’t open his eyes, just lays there smirking. He’s so smug, the asshole. You remove everything until your naked, and you step into the tub. The water is indeed burning, and you wince slightly as you slip in. Your heart is racing, seeing him like this, and the fact that you gave in irritates you. 

After you’ve settled into the tub, he opens his eyes and looks at you. He has no shame in looking at your body, and you can see his member twitch a little. He sits up, and reaches for your waist, pulling you towards him. 

“Mr. Langdon, what are you-” You start, but are interrupted with a rough kiss. He tastes so sweet, you don’t understand it. Like the smell of a flower dipped in honey. His arms are caressing your sides, pulling your hips to his in silent command. You can feel his penis slightly caress your clit as your legs rest at either side of him. You jump at the sudden contact, and he grasps your back, beckoning you back down to him. His hand slips between your folds, lightly stimulating your clit and entrance, wasting no time in pleasing you. 

You let out an involuntary moan, leaning your head against his shoulder. As his finger rubs against you faster and faster, his lips find your neck, nibbling at your skin. He begins to suck, and you can feel an inevitable hickey forming. You grasp at his arm, feeling the old but familiar burning pleasure rise in your clit.

You can’t help but moan in his ear as he drives you closer and closer. His other hand snakes its way to your ass, smacking it hard enough to launch you forward. You gasp at the sudden sensation, but he gives you no time to recover before smacking you again, and slipping his finger inside you. 

“Michael!” You exclaim between heated breathes. He only goes faster in response, and you can feel your wetness begin to drip down his hand. His hand decides to leave your rear, finding its way to your neck instead. He pushes you away slightly so he can see your face as he drives you to orgasm. His eyes are wild, hair damp, drops of water decorating his heaving chest. The sight of him alone sends you over the edge as you climax in his hand. 

“That’s it, cum for me y/n.” He says confidently. You grasp at his hair instinctively, pulling it as you ride your climax out. You hear him moan a little as you ball his hair in your fist, your hips grinding against his finger, beckoning him to go deeper. 

Just as you’ve come down from your climax, he picks you up from the tub, carrying you to his bedroom. He’s still hard, and he wants something in return. He lays you down on his massive bed, and spreads your legs.

“I see you’ve creamed for me.” He states as his head finds its way between your legs, sticking his tongue out and sliding it along your already sensitive clit. You gasp as his arms hook under your legs. You can feel his hot breath enveloping you as his tongue flicks up and down relentlessly. He’s building you up all over again, beckoning for you to orgasm for the second time. It takes almost no time at all for you to climax again.

“Michael I-” You try to warn. In response he pushes your legs higher and further apart so you can feel even more. The moan that escapes your lips is loud as you feel that wave of pleasure go through you. You grab his hair again, and you see he is watching you as you orgasm. You let go, falling on your back as you finish. You see him crawl on top of you as you catch your breath, and you feel his penis graze you again. You wince at the over stimulation, so he brings himself lower to your soaking entrance. You look up at him, your face flushed and your hair a mess. His lips are glistening, and he’s out of breath as well. 

“I’m going to fuck you now, and you’re going to orgasm for me again. Understand?” He commands as he pushes himself inside you. All you can do is nod as he begins a gruesome pace, giving you no time to adjust to his length. He’s grunting above you, focusing on you and your body, and how it’s making him feel good. You’re so dizzy from all the stimulation, you can only focus on how amazing he feels inside you.

Suddenly he stops, ordering you to get on all fours. You do so without question, feeling your wetness drip down your legs as he pulls out. You can smell the mix of sex and flowers as you get to your knees.You feel him grab your waist, pushing himself inside you once again. He’s going harder now, reaching that spot that seems impossible to get to. His hand finds its way to your hair, pulling. You hiss at the sudden stimulation to your scalp, but are distracted right away by the growing heat in your lower belly.

You can’t control your moans anymore as he pounds into you as quickly as he can. You hear him moaning along with you, and that sound he makes just gets you further along. He puts pressure on your head, silently telling you to lower your upper body so that your ass is in the air. He keeps his hand in your hair, making sure you don’t move. His other hand supports your waist as his thrusts become more uneven. He’s groaning, and you suddenly feel warm liquid burst inside you. His orgasm causes you to do the same, and you finish together.

He slows down, still going for a bit after he cums inside you. He eventually comes to a stop, pulling out. You hear the wet sound as he does so, feeling more liquid drop on your legs. He puts his arms around your front, sitting you back up. You are both breathing hard, lost for words. He moves away from you so you can lay down. You look over at him, and his face is red. He drops down beside you, looking up at the ceiling

“I told you I’d fuck you.” He says, smirking at you.

“Well maybe next time it’ll be the other way around.” You challenge, shooting him a glare.

“Oh?” He replies, his disbelief apparent.

“Yes.” Is all you say. He’s not as godly as he think he is. He feels godly, yes. But that doesn’t mean you can’t please him just as well. You know how to fuck too. You just let him do it this time...

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not that smart

draco malfoy x ravenclaw!reader

requested: Hello! Um if you could, i would love a imagine where a ravenclaw girl, who actually isnt that smart and has to study all the time, catches the eye of draco. And draco is all rude and teases her continuously about not being smart even tho she really is until they have to do a project together and he is forced to work with her. And then he starts to really fall for her because of how hard she works to make the great grades she gets. I love all your stuff and thank you for your time and everything!

word count: 1597

warnings: idk tbh just be prepared for anything, OH WAIT, theres like mentions of a KiND OF smutty scene? like its just kissing but it paints an image of hot draco if u read it soooo

a/n: wowza this took 5 ever, now i can do my max v and hugh imagines! this was super fun to write tho. writing for harry potter always requires a lot of research for me lol

 Birds flew around your Herbology class outside. You were in the middle of a book when you heard your friend Draco Malfoy laugh along with his goons. “Of course I do. Do you really think I’d believe that the stupid sorting hat made the right decision? Sure, she’s in Ravenclaw but she isn’t that smart.” He laughed, sounding cocky. You rolled your eyes. He was always like this around people. Attractive bastard. You thought to yourself. “Yeah, Malfoy? Is Chinese Chomping Cabbage useful for potions or charms? Or neither?” You quizzed him, poking your head up from your book.

 He began to turn read as he looked at the two boys who were with him. C’mon, Malfoy, we’re in fifth year for God's sake. You thought to yourself. “Uh,” He stuttered out an a lightbulb went off in his head. He smirked and crossed his arms. “Neither.” He said confidently.

 “Incorrect.” Professor Sprout shrilled, appearing at the end of the greenhouse. “Used for potions.” You said with a sad smile and Professor Sprout confirmed.    Draco was as red as a tomato having just been proved wrong. “Speaking of knowledge,” Professor Sprout turned to the class.    “We will be doing a three week long project on the different plants in this greenhouse and their uses.” Professor Sprout told the class. “You will be paired with someone to do this in the time allotted. I will be choosing partners.” A collection of disappointed sighs was heard amongst the students.     Even you let out a small huff. You were hoping to be paired with Neville. You liked Draco and he was your friend and all, but Neville was the best at Herbology and you truly wanted to compare notes with him.

 “Draco, you seem like you could use some practice, so I will be pairing you with Y/N.” She told him and the other kids laughed and Draco was visibly upset. Not that the disappointment was real. Deep down, he knew you and had talked with you before. You were enjoyable company. But you were a halfblood and Draco couldn’t be seen with a half blood. Not in a friendly way. His family has bred him to believe all half-bloods were all stupid and dirty, almost on-level with mudbloods.

 You knew of the feelings Draco had towards you and, though you disagreed, you understood and respected his wishes.  In one of your small conversations he had even told you to be prepared. “I might say some mean things, but I might not mean them. Some of them.” He had said in a hushed tone.   You two were just friends and in reality, he didn’t know you too well. But you knew all about him. You liked the boy. If only he wasn’t so mean. But you know why he’s like this. It isn’t his fault. You told yourself.

 Once everyone was paired, Draco moved closer to you reluctantly. “Do you even know how to identify plants just by looks?” He asked with doubt. You held the book you were reading up. It was an illustrated guide to identifying all magical herbs and plants. “Oh.” Was all he said.  “I’ll start taking notes on the plants I can find. You need to read so you can help.” You told him and he rolled his eyes with a glare. You brushed him off and walked away.  Draco sat down and began to read.  While you were investigating a Screechsnap, you caught a glance at the boy you were paired with,only to find he was barely a boy anymore.  You had known Draco since you were eleven and here you both were, now sixteen and Draco’s baby fat had disappeared. His muscles were now more defined and his jawline clenched and unclenched as he turned the pages. You caught a glimpse at the way he sat and you noticed he had rolled up his sleeves to show his defined arms.  You felt your face heat up as you noticed how, almost manly, he looked and you quickly turned back to the task at hand, shaking off whatever thoughts roamed your mind.  Meanwhile, Draco was reading and he notice scribbles here and there on the pages. How could he not? They practically took up the margins that weren’t taken up with the book’s original text.  Things like ‘Do not use for. . .’ and ‘Works best at this temperature with this plant’. Some even had page numbers directing you to different plants. Draco looked up at you, surprised you had been this thorough in your studies. He noticed a small redness on your cheeks and his heart skipped.  She’s blushing. He thought to himself, quickly followed by, of course she is, you idiot, it’s bloody hot in here. His thoughts made his smile fade a bit and his head turn back to the book. Yet, no matter how many times that second voice spoke, he couldn’t help but listen more to the first one.  It had been Friday the day you and Draco were paired together and as you returned to class monday, Draco noticed a small pouch slung across your shoulder. “What’s that? Where you keep your teacher’s pet awards?” Draco teased and you rolled your eyes, opening the door to the greenhouse. “You’ll see, Malfoy.” You told him.  You got to your station and pulled out a small book and rolls of parchment paper that had writing all over it. “What’s this?” He asked.  “It’s all of my notes over every plant in this greenhouse. All I have to do is copy it down in this book and draw a few illustrations and then we can turn this in a few weeks early.” You said simply and Draco was at a loss for words. After two minutes, you counted, he spoke. “We?” He asked, watching you pull out a quill and some ink. “Yes. We.” You told him, not necessarily bothering to look up.  Draco’s stomach dropped. He was feeling. . . Guilty? “Why? Why would you turn it in if I didn’t do anything?” He asked quietly. You looked up, unaware of how close his face was to yours.You stopped moving abruptly but stayed in the same spot. You gulped and found your words.  “I’m surprised you care. Besides, I don’t mind.” You told him and you locked eyes with him, suddenly aware of his hot breath fanning your face.  “Well give me the book and I can do some of the illustrations.” He reached for the book but you placed a hand on his. “Truly, Draco, don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”  But he did worry about it. He stayed up at night, thinking about why you would do that for him. The next couple days, you showed up to class with the same few things. The book, that began to grow with words and pictures everyday you showed up, the parchment paper that held all of your notes, a quill and some ink, and your original studies book. Draco, guiltily, walked around and pretended to take notes as you instructed him to do so Professor Sprout wouldn’t be suspicious.  On the third day, Thursday, you came to class with just the book and quill in your hands. You set it down in front of Draco and he looked up at you. “I figured you would want to look at it before I turn it in.” You said blandly but your heart was racing. I hope he likes it. Your mind seemed to scream. You hadn’t been able to get Draco out of your mind.  The image of him with his sleeves rolled, a couple buttons undone, hair a mess above you, stroking your face and kissing your lips, it simply just wouldn’t leave you alone.  “This,” his voice snapped you out of your daydream. “Is wonderful.” He looked up at you. “The work and art is so detailed, Y/N, this is magic.” He said in awe. He looked at you and felt the urge to kiss you. He was wrong about you not being intelligent enough for Ravenclaw. You could be smarter than Hermione Granger.  “It’s not, I promise.” You laughed at his words and he nearly swooned. Her laugh. . . Draco sighed in his mind. He closed the book and looked down at it.  His name was signed on the front next to yours and that pang of guilt flowed through him again. “Thank you, Y/N.” He said, honestly. Your station was towards the back and most of the students were outside. The ones that were inside were either out of earshot or they simply didn’t care.  “Anything for y- I mean anytime.” You caught your automatic response and changed the words quickly. But Draco caught it and his heart nearly lept out of his chest.  His hand reached up to cup your face and he leaned in. Just bloody kiss her, mate. The voice inside his mind screamed. His lips touched your cheek and stayed there for a few beats longer than a friendly kiss-on-the cheek.  He pulled away hesitantly to find that same blush he now adored on your cheeks. He then proceeded to take the quill from off the table and fix a misspelled letter on the cover. You had spelled Herbology ‘Herbalogy’. An early-morning mistake, the both of you knew.  Your blush grew to a red when you saw what you had done.

  “Thank you.” You stuttered out as Draco tucked his hands in his pockets. “Anything for you.” He said, deciding to leave his feelings to be announced later, and left the greenhouse.

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