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silent-stories · 9 months

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Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: Your friends, like the whole school, don't like Eddie Munson. You, on the other hand, think you'd like to get to know him but that's probably never going to happen. Until you find yourself locked up with him in the school library.

The parking lot was crowded, filled with students arriving and getting ready for another day at Hawkings Highschool as you walked alongside your two friends through the sea of people.

"Is this jacket new?" Debby asked as she approached you with her nose, as if to sniff it, with an almost disgusted expression painted on her face.

You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes, it wasn't the first time Debby complained about the way you dressed, among the many faults she seemed to find in you every time.

"Um, yeah." You raised your eyebrows not understanding what she was getting at.

"It's leather." She stated as if the fact were a crime. "Leather stinks."

"Debby, it's not even real leather, it can't stink. I bought it for ten dollars at the flea market."

"Oh. So that's why it stinks."

"Debby, I swear I-"

"Hey, hey" Jess interrupted you "no one stinks in here, okay? Look, Y/N... Debbs and I were planning on going out tomorrow night. Maybe to the movies or something?"

"I'm sorry..."

"Ugh, what you have to do again?" Jess rolled her eyes, smoothing her perfect cheerleading skirt with her hands.

Jess was one of the most popular girls in school, perhaps second only to Chrissy Cunningham and a few other cheerleaders who became known through their jocks boyfriends.

"You know I work almost every day after school. Does the new record store sound familiar?"

"Oh c'mon, why do you have to work so much?" Jess snorted.

"Because I need money?" It was something between an answer and a question, you had never thought anyone would ask you why you decided making your own money was a good idea.

"Hey, it's okay. We'll do it another time okay?" Debby concluded, as you finally entered the school and Jess saw her boyfriend in the distance, talking to other jocks, all in their sparkly green and white school uniforms.

"Hey Beck!" She raised a hand to get the boy's attention and waved at him at the same time, trotting towards him and instantly forgetting you.

"God, she's so in love with him." Debby commented dreamily still by your side, looking at her friend from afar.

You saw the possessive way Beck kissed his girlfriend and then put his arm around her and held her close as he continued to talk to his friends, his hand was basically on her ass. "Mh, i guess she is. I really don't like that guy, anyway."

"How couldn't you? The whole school is as in love with Beck as they are with Jason." She waved at the blond boy who was now laughing at something a member of the basketball team had just said.

"Yeah, I don't like Jason either." You shrugged.

"That's impossible. He's one of the hottest guys I've ever seen."

"Debs, I'm not talking about his physical appearance. I don't like him as a person. I don't like how he behaves and how he treats people around him."

Debby looked at you for a moment with a slight smile on her lips as if she expected me to suddenly tell her you were joking.

"See you later in class, okay?"

You shook your head, thinking it was almost pointless to voice your opinion to people like her.

"Sure, see you later."

Biology class was silent as the teacher explained the reproduction of cells through mitosis.

From your desk almost at the back of the room, you could see that Jess and Beck had no idea what the the tracher was talking about and kept exchanging notes probably filled with hearts and written in pink marker, you could see that the quiet boy at the first desk was just pretending to listen and that his gaze often fell on the window, probably fantasizing about what he saw outside, and finally, to your surprise, you could see that Eddie Munson, for the first time, had a pen in his hand he seemed to be writing.

Eddie Munson was a guy you never quite understood, both before you had a few classes together and after.

He didn't seem to be very interested in school, his grades or the way he responded to the teachers but it was already the second time he was repeating his last year of high school, proving that deep down, maybe, he didn't want to dropout.

He seemed to like to make all Hawkings think he was the mean and scary cultist people already thought he was yet he spent his free time playing a fantasy board game with freshmen, making them feel accepted in a school in which if you were considered even remotely different you could consider yourself doomed.

Eddie Munson was unusual and one of those people you wanted to get to know and understand what he was really like just because seen from an outside point of view, he seemed like an enigma.

"Well well well, what do we have here, Mr Munson?"

Mr. Walker's voice pulled you out of your thoughts and your head, like that of all your classmates, snapped towards Eddie.

That was the moment you realized that the whole time, Eddie wasn't taking notes but he was drawing something that you couldn't quite see from where you were.

"Oh-oh, someone's in trouble." You heard someone chuckle.

The teacher took the paper from Eddie's hands and looked at it with a wicked smile on his lips. "And what is this supposed to be?"

A slight smirk appeared on Eddie's lips. "Shouldn't you know? You studied animals and that stuff, right?"

The teacher chuckled as he crumpled up the paper and walked over to the bin next to his desk, dropping it among the day's other rubbish.

"I bet the freak will repeat the year for the third time." You hear Beck whisper and Jess laugh right after.

"I won't send you to detention again because I really want this year to be your last." The teacher continued, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at Eddie with a severe look. "But if you still don't pay attention to the lessons, you won't give us any other choice. Okay?"

"Okay." Eddie replied after a moment of silence, the way he said it vaguely recalled the professor's tone and you were sure he did it to make fun of him, the smirk on his lips was still there.

After one last glare Mr.Walker sat down again behind his desk and continued reading from the book.

The last laughs faded and the last gazes on Eddie returned to the notebooks, except yours.

You saw how his cocky expression gave way in less than a second when he thought no one was paying attention to him anymore, you saw how he closed his eyes for a moment, huffing as if the existence of the possibility of repeating the year for the third time suddently hit him, while passing a hand over his face with a tired expression.

The look in his eyes was far from the one they had when he teased jocks or made speeches on top of the cafeteria tables.

He had just dropped his facade and no one had even noticed.

You can't deny that for the rest of the lesson you kept eyeing him, only to find him propped up on his elbows on his desk, playing with the rings on his fingers.

When the bell rang Eddie was the first to get up, he grabbed his jacket and darted out of the classroom without once looking back.

You, on the other hand, were the last to leave, after placing your books back in your bag, but as soon as you stepped out the door an idea crossed your mind.

Maybe it was stupid, maybe it was even useless. You didn't even know why you were doing it.

You went back to class for a brief moment, grabbed Eddie's drawing from the bin, folded it quickly without even having time to look at it, stuffed it in your pocket and headed off to the next class.

You told yourself you'd probably never even get the chance to give it back to him.

"You'll be at the match later, right?" Jess asked as she walked down the hallway next to you after the last bell of the day had rung.

"Mh, maybe." You murmured, thinking of a possible excuse to come up with.

"What do you mean with 'maybe'? What do you have to do this time? Debby said she'll be there."

"Actually, not much, I just gotta go the library to get some books."

"Okay, it won't take a lot. The game starts in half an hour so you have plenty of time." She smiled.

"Yeah, sure. Then I guess I'll be there." You said as you stopped in front of the school library.

"Kay, see you later!" She waved at you before heading towards the gym.

"Good morning Miss Cooper." You greeted the lady behind the desk as soon as you entered the library.

"Hi dear, I close in about fifteen minutes. You know, with the match and everything I don't think many students will come here."

You looked around, the only people who seemed to be there were two girls sitting in the corner and a teacher putting down some books he had borrowed.

"Then I'll try to make it quick." You said before disappearing among the shelves.

The school library was bigger than any student who had never set foot inside could have imagined. You often had found the right books to complete a history or literature honework, and many more times you found books that you enjoyed reading in your spare time, while waiting for customers at the record store where you worked or during boring classes.

Yeah, Eddie Munson wasn't the only one who didn't always pay attention to what the teachers were saying.

While you were there, between the fantasy and horror sections (which were right at the back of the library, almost in the dark, as if whoever had put those books there had wanted to hide them) your thoughts returned to Eddie and you remembered that his drawing was still in your jeans back pocket and you hadn't seen it yet.

You put your bag down on the floor and took the paper out of your back pocket.

It was an animal, that was why he had made that joke to the biology teacher.

The creature looked like a lion but it had a second head that looked like a goat and its tail was a snake. You knew what a chimera was and that drawing looked like it came straight out of a mythology book.

You didn't know Eddie could draw so well and you were sorry Mr. Walker hadn't thought before crumpling it up and throwing him in the bin like it was trash.

Boom.

A sudden noise made you jump.

Boom. Again.

You quickly put the drawing in your bag and walked towards the source of the noise but what you saw was one of the last things you ever expected.

You peeped over a shelf to observe the scene.

Eddie Munson slammed his fists on the closed library door before trying to pull the handle down and failing to open.

"Hello? Is anyone out there? Is this a prank or what?" He asked to whoever was on the other side of the door.

He slammed his hands on the door one last time. "Awesome, really, really awesome." He snorted talking to himself and probably thinking he was alone, then he turned around.

His gaze fell on you. "Jesus Christ." He put a hand to his chest like you scared the shit out of him and you couldn't help but chuckle. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone was kinder.

"What people usually do in libraries. I was looking for books."

"Oh, I think you'll have enough time to read a lot of books, we're stuck here."

You walked to the door as Eddie took off his jacket and left it on Miss. Cooper's desk, revealing his Metallica shirt. Then he sat on it, after moving a pen holder, dangling his legs.

You tried to open the door three times and when you realized there was no hope to go out you gave up and sat down in one of the chairs, facing Eddie.

"Oh my god." You whispered.

"It's okay, don't panic. Someone will notice you're missing and they'll come looking for you." You noticed the way he said "you" as if there was no way anyone would notice he was missing.

"I'm not panicking. I just found an excuse not to go to the game!" You smiled a little too enthusiastically.

"Excuse me, what?" Eddie shook his head as if he was sure he had misunderstood ehat you had said and his curls bounced on his shoulders.

"I've been trying to find an excuse not to go to that stupid match all day. Now I can say I've been stuck in the library."

Eddie made a sound that was somewhere between a snort and a laugh, amazed at your reaction. "You know, not to judge, but it's really weird that you're happy to be locked in a room with Eddie "the freak" Munson."

"Well... are you gonna sacrifice me to the devil?" You asked with a slight raise of your eyebrows and the ghost of a smile on your lips; Eddie was surprised for the second time: you were joking with him.

"Mh, no?"

"Okay, then we're good."

Eddie chuckled, ducking his head as if to hide his smile and you found yourself wishing he didn't do it anymore.

"What did you come for?" You asked then.

"For what people usually do in libraries. I was looking for books." He repeated your words with a smirk.

"Ah-ah" your laugh was far from genuine but the corners of Eddie's lips curled up anyway. "Has anyone ever told you that you're really funny?" You asked ironically.

"It may surprise you, but I think you have the honor of being the first." Eddie followed your movements with his eyes as you stood up from your chair and took a few steps between the shelves. Soon the sun would go down and you wouldn't even see the titles of books anymore without the sunbeams filtering through the windows.

"Are you coming or not?" You turned back to him, as if it was obvious you wanted him to come with you.

"Where?" He asked as he jumped off the desk reluctantly.

"To find the perfect book for you."

"Oh, I don't think that-"

"Fantasy and horror are in the back."

The smile you were starting to like returned on his lips. "Lead the way."

"Where the fuck is she?" Jess asked Debby during the first break of the game, placing her pom-poms on the bench next to her.

"I don't know, she said she would come. You were the last one to see her."

"She said she had to do something really quick and then she'd come. Tomorrow she will come up with a stupid excuse like always."

"She's been getting a lot weird lately, I don't know what's going on with her."

"Yeah, I thought so too."

Your laughter once again filled the library as the patter of the incessant rain that had been falling for almost an hour continued.

You never thought you'd spend so much time with Eddie one day, but apparently you were wrong. You enjoyed staying there with him.

"I swear it's a good one."

Eddie put all the books you convinced him to take on Miss Cooper's desk.

"It talks about a girl." He commented, as if that was all it took to not be a good book.

"Who has superpowers! Trust me, it's a good book. Near the end there's a lot of blood and stuff."

"Oh well, if 'there's a lot of blood and stuff' then I really should read it."

"Stop making fun me!" You hit his shoulder.

"Ouch!"

"I didn't hurt you."

"Yes, you did."

You rolled your eyes. "Read that damn book. Then tell me if you liked it."

"Well well well, do you wanna keep talking to me when we'll get out of here? Won't you pretend you don't know me?" He questioned, trying to figure out if you were lying.

"Why should I? Are you..." You hesitated "You're cool, I like you."

Eddie studied you for a moment. "You know, Y/N, I think you're a bit of a freak too."

You laughed, glancing at the books leaning on the desk. A weird creature caught your eye and you remembered Eddie's drawing.

"God, I almost forgot!" You took your bag in your hands, looking for the page. "I hope you don't think it's weird. I…I saved your drawing from the bin."

You handed him the paper, it was still a lot wrinkled but it was certainly in a better condition than when the teacher had thrown it in the trash.

Eddie stared at you.

He always had that way of looking at you with his big brown eyes that looked a lot like an animal that doesn't want to show that it's scared but is still reluctant to approach anyone.

He grabbed it slowly. "Why did you save it?"

"I wanted to see what you were drawing. It turned out to be worth it. It's really good."

"It turned out I was right."

You looked at him questioningly.

"You're a bit of a freak too. You put your hands in the trash to get a drawing of someone you didn't even know." He laughed again and you did the same.

You realized you liked the dimples that formed on his face when he smiled.

He took one last look at the drawing before carefully folding it and putting it in his pocket.

"Thank you." He finally said, sincere.

"Anytime."

Eddie's gaze fell on something behind you.

You turned around but didn't see anything different from moments before.

"What?"

"The window, Y/N, the window!" The excitement in his voice didn't even let you realize it was the first time he'd called you by your name.

"The window what?"

"We can get out through the window!" It seemed that at any moment he might start jumping from one side of the room to another.

You walked to the window where the rain continued to beat while Eddie looked behind you for something. "Looks quite high."

"And that's why we're going to need this." When you turned around Eddie was already setting up the ladder under the window after quickly putting on his jacket again.

"God, where did you find that?"

"I saw it earlier in the romance section."

"Were you checking the romance section?" You smirked.

"I walked past it, okay?" He rolled her eyes as he climbed the first rung of the ladder.

"Wait, should I go first?" He asked before going up.

"Go. Don't kill yourself when you jump to the other side."

"Who would care if I die?" He joked. Or you hoped he was.

"I would care! If they found me with your corpse who would they think sacrificed to the devil who?"

Eddie laughed again, shaking his head then opened the window. Lots of raindrops started falling on the library floor.

He sat on the edge before jumping over to the other side.

"Agh!"

"Shit, are you okay?" Your words left your mouth too quickly, your tone far too concerned about someone you've only known for a few hours.

No reply.

"Eddie, I swear-" You said starting up the ladder, the raindrops that passed through the open window falling on your face and in your hair.

"I'm fine!" He laughed.

"Thanks for your quick response." You commented ironically, not before breathing a sigh of relief.

"Aw, were you scared I was hurt?" You sat on the edge, now you could see his smirk as he looked up at you.

Most of his curls had gotten wet and stuck to his forehead and neck.

He was still pretty.

"Shut up."

"You were scared I was hurt!" He exclaimed, laughing, this time he was sure.

"Are you going to keep teasing me or are you going to help me get down from here?"

"Right, sorry." He reached out a hand and helped you jump. His fingers were warm, and having his palm against yours, even if only for a moment, gave you an indescribable feeling of security and safety.

"You okay?" He asked when you both finally got your feet on the ground.

"Yeah." His hand was still holding yours.

"Good."

"STAY FUCKING AWAY FROM HER!" Voices from behind you instantly made you turn around and before you know it Beck and Jason were pushing Eddie away from you. His hand slipped away from yours.

It seemed like the game was over.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Jess and Debby asked you, claiming you by the arm. "Did he hurt you?" Their tone was concerned and almost frightened.

"Hey, hey okay!" You tried to calm everyone down. "Eddie and I got locked in the library and went out the window, that's all."

You noticed that Jason's hands were still gripping Eddie's shirt, like he was ready to bail on him and beat him until he couldn't even remember his name at any moment.

The rain continued to fall incessantly on you, somewhere in the distance a thunder rumbled.

"Jason, leave him."

"Did he-"

"NO! STOP FUCKING ASKING!" You placed a hand on Jason's chest and pushed him away.

For a moment no one spoke. Like everyone was amazed that you didn't seem bothered by Eddie or that he hadn't done you anything wrong in the hours you'd spent locked in the library with him.

They were all looking at you with shocked expressions painted on their faces.

"Could you give me a lift home, please?" You turned to Eddie and this time he seemed to be the shocked one.

He pushed a strand of wet hair away from his eyes. "Yeah. Yes, of course I can."

"Okay, thank you." You kindly placed a hand on his back, as if urging him to leave. "Let's go."

You didn't say goodbye to any of the four students who watched you leave with Eddie "the freak" Munson and you didn't turn once as you walked beside him to his van.

You didn't know exactly how many friends you had just lost but you certainly knew you had a new one.

Part 2

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craykaycee · 8 months

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..... hmm

If this post gets 400 notes, I'll draw Springtrap & @spaciebabie softness using this type of brush, start to finish

#cray kay scream #*DINGDINGDING* FIGHT!

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aeor-is-for-reccing · 21 days

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Established Relationship Recs!

This week, we have ten recs for fics that feature Caleb and Essek in an established relationship! Check them out under the cut, and as always - comment or kudos if you like them!

I shine only with the light you gave me by SkyScribbles (4533, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: None

There are certain things that an Umavi's son should not do, if he wishes to avoid his mother's rage and the disgust of his Den. Dancing with a human is most certainly among them.

Reccer says: The tension between the Umavi and Essek is incredibly well written, and I really liked seeing the machinations involved. Verin's spin on it all, as well as the wizard's conversation during the dance itself, made me laugh.

put your sweet lips on my lips by LadyOrpheus (15750, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Heat but not A/B/O

Essek has finally found someone he wants to share a heat with. Now if only his heat would get the memo

Reccer says: A+ smut, lovely characterization, and a rare non-omegaverse heat fic

where's the point in hurrying (when waiting feels so great) by mllekurtz (TheKnittingJedi) (4438, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

"You weren’t paying attention." That was Essek’s justification, delivered in a perfectly even and reasonable tone, when he entered Caleb’s study for the second time that evening, wearing nothing but jewellery.

Reccer says: A wonderful exchange of control between two wizards who love each other

memory in double exposure by hanap (11479, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb and Essek had a falling out. Essek visits Jester several times before things get sorted.

Reccer says: Not only is the shadowgast heartbreakingly earnest, but Jester and Essek’s friendship is beautifully portrayed. The progression feels so natural, and the ending is so satisfactory after the build.

small works of cosmic scale by mousecookie (2547, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek is living incognito in Nicodranas and Caleb visits him after receiving an urgent message

Reccer says: It's cute and touching

Mitosis by queenbeetle (4325, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

caleb learns a new spell and essek is eager to push his limits.

Reccer says: SUPER hot!

Iridescent Hearts by onyxshinigami (4822, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Domestic Fic from Caleb's point of view. Essek is obviously up to something and Caleb is delighted with a little mystery. They have a home! They have 3 cats!

Reccer says: It's a light, fun read. A cute little mystery/surprise for both Caleb and the reader.

the firebird & the star by quinn_of_aebradore (293, General) Reccer's Content Notes: None

In the Empire, they tell a story. The Dynasty tells one as well, similar in nature. Reality is quite different.

Reccer says: I liked it!

dress me up, make it tight, i’m your doll by atlasarcana (15516, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb has been creating a wardrobe of body jewelry for Essek. Essek volunteers to model as a mannequin

Reccer says: Interesting kink and Very hot

in guidance and tethered essence by Allinna (2868, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek tries to bake apple tarts.

Reccer says: It's super domestic and cute, plus the way the whole cooking process is (essek pov) unnecessarily academic is really fun!

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we’ll be back with Clothing!

#shadowgast #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #critical role #cr fic recs #Established Relationship

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destinysbounty · 5 months

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Ok how do u explain Lloyds hair color. Bc I'm pretty sure blonde hair isn't a dominant gene, and both of Lloyds parents have brown hair. Did he bleach it??? How??? Where would he get those resources he's like 8 in S1 and also homeless. Actually on that note what color do u think the FSM's hair was. Because ONE of the siblings has a different one than him. I've always thought the FSM's hair was blonde, bc when it greys out it's so pale, and also because angst in the way of Garmadon being different from his family from the start, but like. How would Garm have gotten the brown hair. Do they have a mom or did the FSM perform mitosis???? AND ALSO Garmadon's hair whites out and doesn't grey out despite him being a brunette (and later having black hair but that's bc of the Venom Influence) so. What's up with that. Also why does Wu's hair go white so early we know he was born with blonde hair. And why doesn't it apply to Lloyd too. What's happening. Where am I.

Right off the bat, lets dispel a common genetics misconception. Yes, its true that when a dominant and recessive gene get paired up, the dominant gene will be presented. You're also correct that blonde is recessive and brown is dominant. However! Like all things in biology, its a bit more complicated than that.

To simplify a surprisingly complicated science to the best of my ability, think of it like this. Although you will typically present based on whatever is the most dominant genes you inherited, you are still a carrier of sorts for the recessive genes. So Garmadon has brown hair, but his father and brother are both blonde, which means he has the potential to be a carrier for the blonde gene.

Then there's Misako, who is also a brunette. We don't know what her parents looked like, but lets say one of them was blonde. Even if she presents as brunette, she could still carry the recessive blonde gene.

When both parents are carriers for the same recessive gene, there's generally gonna be a 1 in 4 chance of their child presenting recessive rather than dominant. So, if we assume one of Misako's ancestors was blonde, then Lloyd being blonde is entirely likely.

This is a depressingly oversimplified summary of the situation, but I'm too lazy to get into the nitty grittys. Feel free to look up 'punnett squares' if you wanna learn more!

You do present a fascinating question, though: where did Garmadon get his brown hair?

Scientifically, the only explanation I can think of would be if Wu and Garm had a birth-mother of some kind. But i personally don't like that explanation because it just makes canon way more complicated than it needs to be. Tangentially, I'm also an "FSM Asexually Reproduced" truther all the way. I refuse to consider the possibility of the FSM having procreated with another person. That man either laid an egg or did some kinda mitosis shenanigan and you absolutely cannot convince me otherwise.

Luckily, we have the luxury of considering nonscientific alternatives.

To understand a more magic- and lore-based approach to the question of the hair colors present int his family, let's first take a look at the family tree:

FSM - blonde (as far as we can guess, at least). Half-dragon, half-oni. Also has godly powers of Creation and Destruction.

Garmadon - brunette. Has inherited the powers of Destruction.

Wu - blonde. Has inherited powers of Creation.

Lloyd - blonde. Has inherited a power very similar to the FSM, in that it's Creation-adjacent (listen, if you have a better way to describe Green fucking Energy, then by all means correct me).

Do you see where I'm going with this? Within the context of the FSM and his bloodline, it would not be entirely unreasonable to assume that blonde hair is in some way affiliated with the draconic half of their bloodline, whereas brown hair is more so affiliated with the oni half of their bloodline. So an individual's hair color may not necessarily be determined solely by standard genetics like a normal human would, but rather by which part of their bloodline they take after more strongly.

In this interpretation, Lloyd being blonde can be seen as a visual shorthand to represent how he has taken more so after his uncle/grandfather in terms of powerset and moral alignment.

Personally, I think both of these explanations are equally valid. That being said, it should be noted that a lot of this discussion operates on the assumption that Ninjagian genetics work in any way similar to ours. For all we know, blonde could be the in-universe dominant trait and brown could be recessive. The possibilities are endless.

I mean, c'mon. It's a fantasy story where the world was created by spinning around really fast. Lloyd canonically has shapeshifting powers, for crying out loud. I feel like him being blonde is completely within the realm of possibility, even without the scientific explanation. I feel like holding this series to any standard of scientific fidelity is just downright silly.

Anyway, thanks for the ask! Hope those answers were to your liking <3

#ninjago #destiny post

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stitchwraith-stingers · 4 months

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godd i hate fazbear frights so much they ruined the lore ://// whats next, fazbear frights tumblr dash simulator??? fuck this

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🌙 motts-talking

i swear to god my brothers little pets are so freaky they ate my fish and made him into them, like spontanious mitosis or something and now im trying to get rid of them and i swear im so afraid of accidently drinking them

🌙 motts-talking

WHAT THE HELL..... HOW DO YOU HAVE A TUMBLR ACCOUNT, GO AWAYYYYYYY

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🔎 detective-larson

just got called into work today and they want me to look into this case and they think its associated with the stitchwraith... why do i work here 🔎 detective-larson

its been 3 months since i last posted and i may or may not have not known what i was getting into

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anonymous asked:

can you stop posting about your werid doll thing i get it ur like rich and shit now but its so hidieous and ugly it almost makes me want to unfollow and vomit

🍀 luckiest-boy-blog

i LIKE my ADVICE DOLL its just this little thing i like and you REJECT IT. YOU HATE IT BECAUSE I LIKE IT

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🎀 dovewing-kinnie

sorry ive been so inactive on this account, lets just say my mental health has been doing better! :) got some help from a family friend, ill be back to posting soon

🎀 dovewing-kinnie

the junkyard

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anonymous asked: aita for accidently indirectly killing my friend?

sorry for any spelling mistakes, im still shaken up by the whole thing

so i (14F) and my friend, who ill call P (14F) have recently both gone on a school trip to some werid factory (wont bother specifying which as to not doxx me), now i was known for being kinda, i guess "rude"? and while we seperated from the group and P was already slightly nervious about that, we went onto the catwalks and despite her pleading i decide to walk to a sign that said "NOT SAFE" or something along those lines

surprise surprise i fell, near me was a vat of boiling hot sauce or whatever and me, having somehow survived the fall, i decided to play a little prank, i would stay hiding in there for afew days, i think i managed to stay in there for 3 days? before i got kicked out

now first i visited my boyfriends house to tell him that im alive and whatever, and then i went to P's house, knowing it was like 2 am or something, i rang like three times i think and then i heard something fall

as it turned out, P had fallen off the roof of her house (i have no idea what she was doing in the first place) AND HAD SNAPPED HER NECK, i obviously screamed, who wouldnt, now i went from being the most popular girl in school to an outcast because of this

❓ aita-official

What are these acronyms?

🥀 the-ravens-death

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🐩 useless-dog-lesbian

utah is so werid, what do you mean people have an urban legend about a werid tall thing that has a trashbag with them at all times and can kill people with just a single touch

🥨 pretzel-liker-173

THEIR NAME IS THE STITCHWRAITH ‼‼

💡 yuri-ka

the stitchwraith is 100% funnier if you imagine theyre two kids in a trenchcoat with a halloween mask just trying to clean the planet, like ive seen it but it avoids people like the plauge

🐩 useless-dog-lesbian

what the fuck do you mean youve seen it

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⚡ chucks-vent-blog

are you really living life if you havent gotten an expirience where your older sibling just dissapears or dies

⚡ chucks-vent-blog

like when i was younger my brother had these reaccouring near freak-accidents of him almost loosing an eye or an arm and i was trying to tell him that maybe he had annoyed this one animatronic he tried to freak me out with and he yelled at me and then told me to come find him after school and then it turned out he got hit by a car, i wish i could explain to people normally about this without ti sounding werid

🎫 silliestlittleguy

how normal is this expirience? not my brother but my cousin just dissapeared suddenly, i had saved up so many tickets just to get him a gift from the nearby arcade! :(

🍬 horse-sona

god this is so true, i had a step-sister who dispised me because i was getting all the attention and just out of spite ate my candy that was specifically given to me by the place we were visiting, the next day we found out she had snuck out and the car was taken elsewhere with no sign of her, we figured she ran away or something but its been so long we decided shes dead at this point

🐟 fish-enjoyer

my older brother tried to flush my pet sea bonnies down the toilet because he apparently saw them eating his fish or something, never saw him again after that and the only witness just said he looked blue, i still have no idea what that means

⚡ chucks-vent-blog

i did not expect this to be more common then i thought what the fuck

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🍂 phineas-taggart-official

hello tumblr! sorry for not posting, ive been working on getting some stuff for an experiment and they finally arrived, will keep you updated

🌱 gregsexperiments

phineas taggart had died afew hours after posting this, detectives believe this is the stitchwraiths doing

🦋 restingatdawn

frankenstein behavior

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🐇 bnuuygirl

just saw a girl in the school cafetirea disintigrate into trash, cant have shit in utah

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🥀 the-ravens-death

i just witnessed my crush talk to some basic girl all lovey dovey in the school and i just ran back home while all i want for christmas is you was playing.. im so tired i fucking hate everyone i hate my life i want to die im so tired

🦇 vampire-girl-shelly

guess all he wanted for christmas is her huh

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🦉 justanothermiddleagedguy

my collgues are such assholes man first i hear them just kissing in the game testing room out loud for some reason and then when its my birthday and they do some werid freaky birthday surprise they misspell my name, its not hard to spell jeremiah correctly i promise you

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🥈 scrap-metal-enthusiast

might fuck around and kill someone else idk

#calico.exe #this took me forever ... the begining is a joke i am fazbear frights strongest soilder #fake tumblr dashboard #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fazbear frights #long post #fake post #unreality #dereality #<- just in case #I HAD SO MUCH FUN MAKING THIS i should make a part 2 #if my 2 mutuals like this idk #I WAS GETTING LAZY BY THE END IM SO SORRY THE USERNAMES ARE ASS DONT KILL ME

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axcel-lucci · 4 months

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You know what I absolutely LOVE about writing? I get to put what I learned in school in it. Like "oh, you don't know about the circulatory system? The endocrine system? How cells divide? About miosis and mitosis? Good because I'm going to teach you straight out of my scribbled notes"

It just so happens I'm a STEM student lmfao

(my fave character is also a doctor sooooo)

#random #night thoughts #fanfic #writing #writers on tumblr #trafalgar law #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece #law x y/n #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n

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fourfoldtrap · 11 months

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hit the keep reading if you wanna read me rambling about 2012 Raph's traumas within the show, I'm not the best at writing so take that as you will.

I think out of all the 2012 ninja turtles Raph has the most 'wow this is fucked' centric episodes. (note i'm writing from the memory of watching the show as it released so its been a while.) But while Leo has the most fatal injuries, Donnie's injuries are more centered around his mind/head, and Mikey is just a jack of trades for getting hurt. I think the majority of Raph's 'injuries' are related too his overall too his phobias, ability too protect, and insecurities (tho that honestly falls under all four of the turtles ngl).

Its amazing how many times everything that makes Raph- Raph is used against him, from mutant roaches, his anger towards his brothers managing too overtake his love for them directly causing his best friend too attack his family, had a squirrel crawl into his stomach a experience mitosis, his mutagen drained and becoming a plant-dog thing, the brainworm, almost loosing his family a 100 different ways, that whole melt down in the trashcan where he hallucinates bugs, the bug planet. And that's all I can remember off the top of my head!

honestly typing just too type but Raph just like all of his bros have been through it and I think it should be acknowledged more.

I'm honestly rlly proud of this bc its the first thing I've created on clip studio paint and was kinda just my test run for the program. Messed around with a lot of brushes, I love the verity Procreate nor Paper have this much stuff to utilize. Also love that i can rotate and resize stuff without immediately loosing the initial quality (procreate).

first artist too ever draw fly baxter stockman hated the whole thing, never again.

#2012 raph #tmnt 2012 #tmnt fanart #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt raph #four’s art #cw blood #cw panic

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er-cryptid · 1 year

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doyouknowthistmntau · 1 month

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Do you know Mitosis AU by @varianlikescheese??

Learn more about the AU by clicking here!!

Reminder!! Submissions are open!! You can use the submission form or the asks!! ^^

Submission Note: Ello ello ello greetings

Hi hi hello!! -☆

#tmnt #tmnt au #polls #do you know this tmnt au?#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt au #poll of the day #daily polls #mitosis au #varianlikescheese

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illarian-rambling · 27 days

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As per special request by @mk-writes-stuff because I love these guys ever so much, here's a crash course on...

Illari Changelings!

Changelings in my setting are something like big amoebas. They're person-sized unicellular organisms and use a complex set of neuron-like organelles to act as a nervous system. To change their shape and hue, they have many chromatophore plastids along their membrane and a network of specialized cilia on the back of their headfins and armfins that change form to make the structure of any face they take. They are eukaryotic and can reproduce either aesexually through mitosis or sexually by way of specialized plasmids, should they take on a shape with sexual characteristics, which their true form lacks. Without a mouth or digestive tract, they eat by way of phagocytosis and dispose of what little waste they produce in the form of a slick mucus that coats their membrane.

The origin of the species is shrouded in mystery. However, it is doubtlessly connected to the Fair Folk and their Next-Door Land. The Fair Folk are notorious for experimenting with the line between magic and life, and it has been shown that there is some magical element involved in a changeling's transformation abilities.

A changeling has the ability to take the form of any humanoid being, real or imagined, though some are more skilled at making up faces than others. Here's a sketch showing how that transformation happens.

The facial elements form first on the back of the headfins, which then wrap around to the front. In a shifted form, a changeling is as rigid as any human. However, they don't have bones and are basically just a big sac of cytoplasm, so when in their true form, they often revert to a more liquid state, usually when they're relaxed or sleeping. This ability to turn liquid actually makes them rather difficult to injure with blunt weapons, if you can even hit the slippery creature in the first place.

Unfortunately for them, a changeling often ends up exploited for their abilities, either as a prostitute or a spy. In the elven lands of Skysheer and Nabafyr, they have a tradition of keeping changelings as court freaks. I won't get into the gory details, but their treatment would be very similar to the historical treatment of court dwarfs. The prejudice against changelings is very strong in those elven lands due to frequent Fair Folk meddling. Though most changelings have never so much as seen one of the Fair Folk, elves lump changelings in with the terrifying entities that appear on pale nights to steal away children and poison crops. Many changelings hide their nature due to this. If they're lucky, they can find a community of other changelings to rely on. Most aren't this lucky, though, and never meet another person like themselves. It's no surprise that most changelings are reluctant to disclose their identities even to close companions.

On that depressing note, here's some changeling art! The one with more jagged headfins is my dnd character, Gris, who is a bit older, hence the rougher appearance. Elsind is the one with the smoother headfins, and you can't see it because colors scare me, but they have a more purple hue compared to Gris. Generally, changelings are purple, pink, or red, with a slimy texture to their membrane.

They also, of course, do the owl thing with their headfins, where they puff up to look all big when they're nervous.

Anyways, I hope yall like my take on these funky little guys! Please let me know if you have any questions, and if you notice I got any science stuff wrong, shhh, there's magic for that.

Have a bitchin day <3

#can you tell I'm a microbiology student much?#writing #writerscommunity #writblr #my ocs #lore drop

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burned-out-baddie · 6 months

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100 Days of Productivity: Day 38/100

Looking at stages of mitosis through a microscope is so cool! (that's a green onion ^)

Productive:

Attended a Zoom lecture for Biology

Wrote some chapter notes for Sociology (40 slides so far)

Watched and took notes on recorded lectures for Biology (~2hrs)

Self Care:

Went to the gym

Made a few to-do lists in my journal

Song of the day: Salt In The Wound - boygenius

#study #study motivation #studying #studyspo #100 days of productivity #student life #studyblr #student #study blog #study aesthetic #studystudystudy #study space #studyspiration #study session #college student #university #biology #science

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where Changbin gets a little too "big dumb alpha." And Minho puts him in his place.

Or the tenth installment of the SKZ!Pack Prequel Series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, SKZ!Pack, SKZ!abo, Poly!skz, ot8, skz x you, skz x reader, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, pack!prequel, SKZ!pack prequel series, a/b/o, omvegaverse, alpha beta omega, bang chan, lee minho, hwang hyunjin, seo changbin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios

Genre: Fluff, Light Smut

Title: Imitation as a form of Flattery, Exhibition as a form of Punishment

After the pack gets back from the cabin, Changbin doesn’t leave your side.

(“Oh my god, (Y/N). Are you okay? I’m so sorry, baby girl. I’m never leaving you again-”

“I’m fine. Really.” You note the darkening hickies bruising the other alpha’s neck with a smirk as you take a sip of your water bottle. “You, however, look a little worse for wear. Have fun?”

Jisung passes you on his way to the bedroom, bag slung over his shoulder, and offhandedly remarks, “Minho-hyung likes to bite.”

You promptly choke on your mouthful of water.

“What?”

Changbin goes beet red.

Minho appears then, his own suitcase in his hands, and pats Changbin’s ruddy cheek a little too roughly to be considered affectionate with his open palm, full lips curving upward into an entirely too smug smirk.

“I can’t help it if MuscleHead here likes to bottom. Isn’t that right, princess?”

You cough so hard that Hyunjin looks concerned that you’ll die, patting your back from a safe distance away.)

And so, when the other alpha insists he’s going along with you to your study group at the library that weekend, you sigh, setting your bookbag down with a heavy thump, silently apologizing to your offended laptop, as you shoot him an exasperated, tired, desperate look.

“Bin, I swear, I’ll be fine-”

“I’m going.” He crosses his arms over his chest and stares you down, and the smell of smoke heightens.

You sigh again and rake a hand through your hair.

You expected it, sure, but you’d thought you could talk him out of it.

Maybe.

“You’re going to be so bored, dude. We’re just gonna be talking about cell mitosis for hours on end and there won’t even be any snacks because we’re all too poor to even afford coffee-”

“(Y/N).” Changbin says your name dangerously, alpha timber creeping into his tone, and your wolf flattens its ears, even as you stand strong. His eyes flash warningly, golden. “I’m going.”

You huff an angry breath and sling your backpack onto your shoulder, grabbing your keys as you yank open the door, a little bit harder than necessary, just to make a point.

You could chalk his sudden possessiveness and protectiveness up to your recent unexpected rut without him, your still lingering hormones, and a little bit of shit biology, accept it, and adjust until it passed, but where was the fun in that?

You needed to make him miserable. Just a little bit.

“Fine. Come on. We’re gonna be late.”

*******

When you walk into the library, Changbin in tow, you haven’t said a word the entire bus ride over.

Silent treatment may be immature, but hey, it gets the point across right?

Unluckily for you, Changbin was right at home in comfortable-and uncomfortable-silence.

Damn him.

He strolls behind you without a care in the world, eyes sharp as they scan the quiet that is the library on a long weekend, and idly hums a song you don’t recognize beneath his breath.

You try to ignore the scent of smoke lingering on your clothes.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” A voice calls out, and you glance to your left to see Yeosang waving wildly at you from a corner table, a giant, goofy grin on his pretty features. “Over here!”

Behind you, Changbin ceases humming and a low growl rumbles in the back of his throat.

“Seriously?” You turn to face him, walking backward a few steps, as you hold his gaze with an exasperated, pointed glare. “Yeosang and Seungmin are the furthest thing from dangerous.”

Changbin shrugs, eyes glancing past you to the waiting forms of your friends.

“Can’t be too cautious.”

“Yeah. You can.” You counter back sourly beneath your breath, turning to walk forward again, muttering quieter so the alpha behind you doesn’t hear. “You’re doing it right now.”

“Hey guys.” You pull out a chair at the table, dutifully ignoring Changbin as he sits down heavily beside you without a word, and reach into your backpack for your laptop.

The two men at the table glance over at the stoic alpha curiously, but neither of them asks any questions.

“Oh.” You roll your eyes, pulling out your notebook and pen, waving the writing utensil at your boyfriend. “Guys, this is Changbin.” A wave of the pen in their direction now. “Changbin, this is Yeosang and Seungmin.”

“Pleasure.” Changbin says flatly, without ever taking his gaze from you.

“Right.” Seungmin replies blankly, sitting back in his chair, as he stares at Changbin beside you. “The creepy stalker guy.”

Changbin immediately looks over to the beta, offense flashing across his features.

“Okay, first off, I didn’t stalk her-” “Pretty close.” You mutter, biting back a smirk, as you crack open your textbook.

Changbin shoots you a glare, and then turns back to Seungmin, expressionless and silent, regarding him from across the table.

“Secondly, how did you know about that-?”

Seungmin’s lips curl into what could be considered the start of a smile.

“He was here. The night I caught sight of you in the library.” You sigh out, trying to lean over and copy Yeosang’s notes, as the other alpha purposefully places his hand in your way. You sit back in frustration. “You’ll be happy to know, he told me I was batshit crazy by the way.”

“You sounded crazy.” Seungmin shrugs, and the scent of warm, gingered citrus strengthens momentarily with the motion.

“Yeah you did.” Yeosang snorts, and you turn your glare on him.

“You weren’t even here.”

“Yeah, but Minnie told me about it and I thought you’d finally lost your marbles for good.”

“I didn’t stalk her-” Changbin repeats with tired irritation, rubbing at the bridge of his nose, as if he has an oncoming headache.

“Whatever you say, stalker boy.”

“Yeah, sounds like something a stalker would say.”

You bite back a laugh as Changbin stares down Seungmin and Yeosang helplessly from across the table, before he finally glances at you, and you try not to point out the twitching muscle in his jaw.

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

You roll your eyes, but heave yourself up from your chair regardless, shooting the two men still seated at the table an annoyed and openly exasperated look as Changbin practically drags you away.

“Okay, okay, release, boy.” You say, only half teasing, as Changbin maneuvers the two of you around several bookshelves and into a corner out of ear shot.

His fingers loosen on your wrist, and you rub at the rapidly reddening skin offhandedly.

“Good boy.”

Judging by the dark look in Changbin’s eyes, he’s in no mood to play along with your games.

You decide to play the innocent route.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” Changbin huffs out, hard, through his nose, and reaches up to run an agitated hand through his dark hair.

You try to ignore the way the motion makes his bicep ripple.

“You told your study buddies that I stalked you?”

“I mean-” You shrug, trying not to cough as the smell of campfire grows stifling. “-you kinda did. But it’s a funny story to tell now, right?”

Changbin doesn’t even crack a smile, and you feel your wolf start to cower a little in the face of the obviously irritated alpha.

“Binnie. C’mon.”

You try the soothing tactic now, reaching out to gently curl your fingers around his forearm, stroking them down across his knuckles in a repetitive motion, pushing out a wave of calming wisteria laced pheromones.

“I was just teasing. And so were they. I promise no one really thinks you’re a stalker.”

The same muscle in Changbin’s jaw ticks once more, and he snaps his teeth in agitation, canines clicking in a way that has you wanting to bare your throat.

You resist the urge. If only barely.

The campfire is turning into a raging bonfire.

You backtrack a little, fingers tightening slightly around his wrist.

“Listen, I know this whole ‘unscheduled rut while you were all away’ thing has put you kind of on edge, so maybe we should just go home and-”

“No.” Changbin says forcefully, cutting you off, and you bite your tongue, as he breathes in, deeply, just once, before he says again, calmer this time, the gold fading slightly from his eyes, “No. It’s fine. You need to study. I can control myself.”

You stare at him, counting the seconds as the smoke slowly begins to fade, and then he forcibly relaxes his jaw, offering you the hint of a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, before he encourages softly, “C’mon. Let’s go back.”

His fingers intertwine with yours, and you feel yourself relax for the moment, if only a little.

“They’re really nice, you know. And incredibly smart. I promise once you get to know them, your wolf will have no more qualms whatsoever.”

Changbin looks thoughtful as you slowly make your way back to the table, his eyes scanning the book shelves as you walk.

“He’s cute.”

You stop walking in shock, and Changbin makes it a point not to look at you as you stare at him with open incredulousness.

“What? Who? Yeosang?” You realize you’re vomiting useless information at this point, but the conversation has swerved so quickly that you’re not sure you’ve entirely kept up. “Hate to break it to you, but he already has a pack and they’re all way out of our league-”

“No.” Changbin offers you a raised eyebrow over his shoulder, as he pulls you into walking once more. “Not that one.”

You try hard not to stumble over your own feet.

“Seungmin.”

You choke on your own spit, and try to silence your ensuing coughing fit as a group of freshmen at a nearby table shoot you dirty looks.

“Seungmin?”

Changbin nods, grinning now, and the smell of smoke is no longer itching your nose, instead now coating your thoughts and making them comfortably hazy.

“Yeah. Seungmin.” Changbin repeats, slower this time, as if to help you keep up.

You don’t appreciate the gesture.

He shrugs as your table comes back into view, and the man in question appears, head bent studiously over a book.

“You can’t tell him though. Because if he knows, then how will I stalk him?”

His joke catches you off guard, but he’s grinning widely, eyes bright, even as you smack him square in the chest loudly in retaliation.

“Stalker.”

“Tattletale.”

“I’m gonna feed you to Minho.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

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Contrary to the lightheartedness that night in the library, and even with the glimpse of the old Changbin just within reach, things do not improve.

And so, by the time you’ve finished your fifth class of the day, and Changbin has walked you to the bus stop and back to the apartment, (Seriously, doesn’t this guy have his own classes to attend?), you can’t take it any more, flopping down with a groan on Minho and Jisung’s couch, even as said alpha heads silently to the bathroom.

At least that’s one place he hasn’t dared to follow you.

Yet.

“What’s up, buttercup?” Jisung glances up from the video game he’s playing at the sound of your long sigh, dark eyes wide, headphones adorably askew atop his mop of messy black hair.

You groan again and throw a hand over your eyes.

“Changbin. He’s driving me crazy.”

“Ah.” Jisung tsks, like he knows exactly what you’re talking about-and he probably does-already turning back to his video game. “Still following you around, huh?”

“Yes.” You whine out, a little too loudly, and Jisung reaches out to pat you sympathetically on the thigh. “It’s like, god, seriously? I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Rut is long over, I took care of it, let it go, man.”

“He can’t.” Jisung replies automatically, and you peek at him from between your fingers, but his gaze is focused on the television, the tip of his tongue between his lips in concentration.

It’s adorable.

“He can’t, because he wasn’t here to take care of it.”

You stew that over in silence for a moment, the sounds of the video game loud over Jisung’s headphones, and then you sigh, annoyed, and cover your face with your hands once more.

“Sometimes you’re incredibly smart, and it’s incredibly annoying, do you know that?”

“I know.” Jisung quips back, and you can hear the grin in his voice even without looking at him. “Hyung tells me that all the time.”

“Tells you what all the time?”

Minho’s voice pulls you back from the brink of self pity, and you manage to dig yourself out of the wallowing long enough to meet his gaze as he sits down on the opposite end of the couch from you, tapping your calf to tell you silently to move your feet.

You do so, and he settles comfortably into the embrace of the worn cushions, tapping you once more to tell you to put your legs back, and you let them drop gratefully, cradled in the warmth of Minho’s lap.

“That I’m a genius.” Jisung replies, pushing buttons violently on the controller like it’s a contest and he’s winning.

“Those words have never once left my lips.” Minho deadpans drily, his long fingers curving around your shins now, hands warm even through the fabric of your pants.

“Minho.” You try, voice creeping into a wheedle now as the other alpha directs his gaze to you. “Changbin’s driving me crazy.”

“She’s gonna kill him.” Jisung offers helpfully from his spot somewhere on the floor.

“I don’t see the problem with that.”

The sound of the bathroom door shutting down the hall has your wolf pricking its ears, even as you groan and bury your face in your hands once more.

Changbin appears then, you know without looking, know because of the heavy step of his sneakers, the sudden intense tang of smoke that fills the room, the way Jisung suddenly stops smashing buttons like his life depends on it.

A growl fills the room.

You tense up, and you feel the way Minho’s fingers curl protectively around your shin, a little tighter, a little more bite as his nails dig into your skin.

“Did you just growl at me?”

The cool, dangerous tone to the other alpha’s voice makes you want to whimper, but you bite your lip and manage to peek out from behind your fingers.

Changbin looks suitably apologetic, scuffing his sneaker in the doorway now, avoiding Minho’s menacing glare, metaphorical ears pinned.

“Sorry, hyung. I don’t know what-”

“This has gone on long enough.” Minho states firmly, abruptly standing from the couch, tossing your legs aside and making you yelp. “Come with me. Both of you.”

When you both do nothing but stare at him, he pointedly sweeps his gaze between the two of you, gold flaring warningly in the depths of his irises.

His voice drops threateningly into the growl of alpha timber.

“Now.”

Jisung whines and you push yourself up from the couch, moving so quickly to obey the commanding alpha’s bidding that you stumble over your own feet.

Changbin doesn’t meet Minho’s fiery gaze as you both trail reluctantly after him to the bedroom.

Once the door has clicked shut and been locked with a final, sort of menacing sound, Minho turns to look at you, expression fierce, lips pulled into a stern line.

“Sit.” He points at Changbin, standing apprehensively beside the bed, and then moves his finger to the desk chair in the corner. “Now.”

Changbin sits.

Minho watches silently, expression unreadable, and then he takes a step in the sitting alpha’s direction, slow and deliberate.

“Listen to me carefully.” His voice is quiet, steady, and all the more terrifying because of it, as he continues to converge on the other alpha, like a predator moving in on cornered prey. “You’re going to sit there-just sit, nothing else-and watch me take what’s yours.”

Nervousness bubbles into the pit of your stomach, but you can’t bring yourself to move, standing silently, frozen, beside the bed, watching the scene before you unfold.

Minho taps a long, commanding finger beneath Changbin’s jaw, and the other alpha reluctantly meets his swirling, golden gaze.

“Now tell me, word for word, what alpha asked you to do.”

Changbin swallows, you see it in the way his Adam's apple bobs violently, and then he parts his lips, his voice wavering as he repeats back roughly, “I’m going to sit. Nothing else.”

“That’s right.” Minho nods approvingly, removing his finger from beneath Changbin’s chin now. “Good boy.”

And then, he turns his predatory gaze on you, and you feel all the breath leave your lungs.

Everything inside of you is molten-hot and lava and boiling-beneath Minho’s half lidded gaze.

The spiciness of amber coats your tongue and the tang of smoke scorches your throat.

“(Y/N). Get on the bed.”

It’s a stern, firm command, but it doesn’t leave you chafing, no, instead, you rush to comply, your wolf tripping over itself in its almost dazed hurry to please alpha.

Traitor.

Minho straddles you, and a smirk crosses his full, pink lips as he stares down at you, something smug coming across his pretty features.

You swallow down the anticipation clawing its way up your throat.

“Already trembling, sweetheart? Are we that excited, hm?”

“It’s cold.” You quip back immediately, brat rearing its ugly head at Minho’s condescending teasing. “I didn’t bring a jacket.”

“Mm.” Minho makes a sort of low, humming sound in the back of his throat, and the gold in his eyes flashes as his fingers find the hem of your shirt. “I hate to break it to you then, sweetheart, but it’s only gonna get worse.”

His fingers tap your hip bone, cool and insistent against your bare skin, and motions almost lazily to the clothes you wear.

“Off.”

You do as you’re told.

“Pretty.” Minho remarks, cocking his head, studying you openly as he lets his gaze slip across your body.

You feel exposed, but in a pleasant sort of way, as if your skin is zapping with electricity, eager for what comes next.

Minho continues his perusal of you, letting his eyes wander, but not actually touching you, not yet.

It takes everything in you to bite your tongue and not let your wolf whimper for his touch.

“She’s pretty, don’t you think?” Minho says again, offhandedly this time, and it takes you a moment to work out that he’s talking to Changbin now, glancing over his shoulder at the other alpha with a searing smirk.

Changbin manages a jerky nod, and his fingers clench around the base of the chair in a fruitless effort of control.

“However, I think-” Minho muses, looking like he’s enjoying this a little too much, leaning into your space now, his fingers ghosting over the outline of your jaw. “-she’d be even prettier if I left a few marks, hm?”

Your stomach clenches pleasantly as he leans closer, eyes swirling, and lets his lips brush across the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

The scent of amber whirls now, clouding and hazing your thoughts into a comfortable numbness.

Changbin whines-he whines-you’ve never heard a sound like that out of him before-low and desperate in the back of his throat-but Minho ignores him doggedly, continuing to let his lips ghost down the column of your throat and across your scent gland.

Your breath hitches, and Minho notices, a pleased look coming into his eyes.

“Jisungie told you I’m fond of biting, yes?” Minho lets his gaze trace down the path his lips have just taken, lingering at the hollow of your throat, as his fingers-cool and confident-come up to trace the divots of your collarbone in an almost thoughtful way, his eyes dark. “You have the perfect skin for marks, sweetheart. I can feel it, like an ache in my teeth.”

“Maybe you should stop talking and do it then.” You challenge, impatient, your muscles trembling beneath his weight, your wolf pacing with irritation now.

Minho chuckles. “Impatient are we?”

You know it’s rhetorical, because the way your body and wolf are reacting to his own is almost embarrassing and definitely all the proof he needs.

Minho leans over and with a flash of movement, pins your wrists above your head.

He comes in close, lips brushing your throat, and the sound of his canines clicking has your heart running a race in your chest.

“Would you like to know another thing I’m fond of, sweetheart?” Minho asks softly, his breath fanning across your skin, warm and moist, his cool fingers finding purchase on your chin, keeping you right where he wants you.

His eyes meet your own, and his lips curve upward into the start of a wicked smirk.

“Taking my time.”

A whimper escapes past your lips before you can stop it as his nose brushes across your aching scent gland, and Changbin is up in a flash, chair squeaking, sneakers heavy on the floor.

Minho immediately turns on the other alpha, eyes flashing with warning, teeth bared, though his expression hasn’t wavered in the slightest from the eerie calm of before.

“Uh uh.” He tuts with a sigh, almost like a disappointed parent, as he points at Changbin and then the abandoned chair. “What did we say? You’re to sit. Nothing else.”

Changbin stands there for a moment, clearly at war with himself, his wolf snapping in the recesses of his eyes, chest heaving, and then he clenches his fingers into fists and takes a step back, reluctantly lowering himself back into the waiting chair.

Minho watches his every move, and when he’s settled again, he finally gives the other alpha a slight, approving nod.

“Good boy.”

Changbin growls-low and menacing-in the back of his throat, and Minho turns back to you with the start of a smirk, but his eyes are moltenous and deadly.

“Now. Your rules, sweetheart, are simple.” Something wicked comes across his gaze, as he leans back into your space and draws one pointed fingertip up the line of your bare sternum, making you shiver. His gaze darkens. “You tell the naughty puppy sitting in the corner every last thing that I do to you-out loud and while they’re happening-are we understood?”

You swallow, the fresh wave of amber making your thoughts foggy, and manage to nod.

“No.” Minho catches your chin between his fingers firmly, holding you in place, and his eyes bore into your own. “Out. Loud.”

You swallow again, and a campfire begins to blaze beneath everything else.

“Yes, alpha. Understood.”

“Good girl.” Minho praises in a low voice, and the words go straight and hot right to your core, and you resist the urge to squirm beneath him. He lets his gaze scan your face, slow and languid, and then he reaches up and parts your lips with the tip of his finger. “Although, it might be hard with my fingers in your mouth.”

He lets his finger slide onto your tongue, pinning it beneath his hold, his skin already slick with your saliva, hot and wet, and then he casually thumbs the points of your canines.

The give of his skin beneath your teeth makes your entire jaw ache.

“Talk to him.” Minho commands in a low tone, and you swallow the pooling saliva in your mouth and try to form coherent thoughts to turn into words as Minho slides his finger back out of your mouth and down the skin of your throat.

When you don’t immediately speak, Minho leans over you, a dangerous smirk dancing across his lips, eyes whirling with heat, and his lips brush across the shell of your ear as he murmurs in something close to a growl, “Let me help you out there, sweetheart. Tell him how wet you already are. I know, because I can smell it on you.”

“I’m-” You manage to get out, but the words die off into a sharp intake of breath as Minho lets his fingers dip between your thighs.

“Say it.”

“I’m-” You try once more, and it's getting hard to focus again, Minho’s fingers and his tongue and his body on top of yours making your thoughts scattered, the strong, spicy scent of amber coating the inside of your brain and your throat with every breath, every swallow, you manage to take. “-wet. Really wet, alpha.”

“Good girl.” Minho purrs, and rewards you with another stroke of his fingers.

The whine that leaves your lips is completely involuntary as Minho continues further, and the harsh exhale, followed by the rumble of a low, guttural growl, that emits from Changbin in the corner in reaction to your sound has your legs feeling more like jelly than they currently are.

Smokiness begins to overtake the spice of bergamot.

“Fuck, Minho.” Changbin lets out another sharp, harsh breath through his nose at the end of the curse, the sound of his ��k’ staccato, as if he’s trying incredibly hard to control himself, and is nearly close to failing. “You’ve made your point. Knock it off already.”

Minho glances at the other alpha in a bored way, as if only checking that he’s still sitting, and then slides his gaze back to you, pinned beneath him, at his mercy.

Something akin to wicked satisfaction seeps into the darkness of his gaze as he regards you thoughtfully.

“Do you want me to stop, sweetheart?”

“No.” You immediately reply without thinking, a sudden edge of panic to your tone at the thought of Minho stopping. Your wolf is frenzied enough as it is at the brief pause, you can’t even begin to think about him removing his weight-or his fingers-from you now. “God no.”

Minho smirks, smug and triumphant.

“That’s what I thought.”

Minho turns back to glance at Changbin then, his brow furrowed into a glare and his knuckles turning white as he grips the edges of the chair, and his cool expression doesn’t waver an inch in the face of the other currently furious alpha.

“There you go. You’ve just heard it yourself, princess. So be a good boy, and give me a few minutes here, and then I’ll take care of you, hm? Don’t be impatient. You’ll get your turn. I’m many things, but I’m nothing if not always a fair and equal authoritarian.”

Minho grins-sharp teeth and dangerous angles-before he turns back to you, and without another glance in Changbin’s direction, immediately proceeds to devolve you into a panting, sweaty, spent mess beneath his hands.

When he’s thoroughly sure you’ve been taken care of-multiple times-he finally sits back, still straddling your hips, and lets out a long, slow breath, reaching up to run fingers through his barely mussed hair, before he lets his half lidded, molten gaze slide across to Changbin.

The other alpha’s jaw clenches as he grits his teeth, engaging him silently in the stare down for dominance.

Minho tilts his head, as if in slight acquiescence, and lets his gaze slide down the length of Changbin’s body, before he lingers on the current tightness of his jeans, a smirk coming once again across the full bow of his upper lip.

Minho removes his body from your own then, and you whine at the loss, but he merely chuckles, almost fondly, and pats your head while sliding off the bed.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” His dark gaze slides once more back to Changbin, the other alpha still glaring, even though the sudden arousal in the smokiness of his scent gives him away, and you all know it.

Minho’s smirk only grows wider, as he stalks toward the other alpha like a predator finally cornering its prey.

Changbin doesn’t move.

“But fair’s fair. Alpha’s gotta reward someone now for being a good boy, hm?”

Minho takes the other alpha’s chin in his long, cool fingers, and taps the underside of his jaw in an almost lackadaisical, commanding sort of way, as if he already knows Changbin is going to do whatever he asks of him.

It’s incredibly hot.

“Open up, princess.” Minho’s irises swirl fiery gold and his teeth flash into a wicked, pointed grin. “But stay in the chair.”

********

“We’ve been over this. You really don’t have to come.” You sigh out, slinging your backpack over your shoulder, as you search-unsuccessfully-through the bowl beside the door for your keys.

You huff another sound of annoyance, and then gratefulness, as Changbin appears beside you, pulling his cap down low over his eyes, your lost keys dangling from his outstretched fingers.

He grins and cocks his head, watching as you place the keys safely into the zippered pocket of your backpack.

“I know. But I’m gonna come anyway.”

You snort out an unamused chuckle and reach into the closet for your own hat and jacket, shooting him an exasperated look over your shoulder.

“Dude. Those nerds couldn’t hurt a fly if they tried.”

“Oh, I know.” Changbin leans one shoulder against the wall as he watches you pull on your jacket, before readjusting the slope of your backpack on your shoulders. “I’m not coming to protect you. I’m just coming to see Seungmin again.”

“Gross.” You wrinkle your nose and tug open the front door. “Do you guys really always have to flirt right in front of my Foreign Microorganisms and Where to Find Them homework?”

“We’ve been over this.” Changbin chuckles, parroting your words from earlier, locking the door behind the two of you, as he follows closely on your heels down the stairs, sneakers slapping the cement. “When else am I supposed to see him?”

“Dude.” You say in exasperation, as you round the corner to leave the apartment for the bus stop. “Ask him on a date or something. Like a normal person.”

“We’ve also been over this too many times to count” Changbin playfully growls, slapping your ass and making you yelp, as he catches up to you and wraps an arm around your waist. “Don’t call me ‘dude’ when I literally had my tongue down your throat five minutes ago.”

“.....Dude.”

“I’m breaking up with you.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No. You’re right. I’m not.”

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