“It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons.” —Friedrich Schiller
Jughead didn’t believe he could ever feel a pain worse than when Betty had ended things and left him and Riverdale behind all those years ago. He didn’t believe there would ever be words so cutting and heart-clenching as the ones she’d murmured through tears; “I can’t be here anymore, Juggie. I can’t be with you.”
Except, there are words that cut worse.
“You’re not even my real dad!”
Truthfully, he hadn’t been expecting it. A simple argument with his eleven-year-old son, Jughead had been stunned into silence when Tobi had thrown the words at him after huffily hearing the punishment of no video games for a week for his low grades.
Jughead knows Tobi loves him. His dark eyes and curly brown hair, sure, he doesn’t look a stitch like him, but Tobi is his. Hearing the brunt truth however from the boy himself, it cuts Jughead deep like a blade to his chest.
Like Betty, Tobi is highly empathetic and quick to realize his mistake. The moment the words tumble from his mouth, Jughead sees the way his eyes widen and his cheeks fill with color from shame. “Dad…”
the rest of the series continuation of lost and found can be read here
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Hey guys, many of you asked for a part deux so I have obliged. Once again, I ask that if you know me in real life do not read this. It is not for you. It’s only for my fellow bugheads. We thirsty as hell and this is the result. Here is Library Calls PT II: The Prop Room.
Warnings: If you don’t like Bughead smut then don’t read this.
Jughead’s whole demeanor had changed once he found her in
the hall pulling him down the auditorium, back stage. He was ready and he
couldn’t help but smirk at her messed up hair and the wrinkles on her skirt.
“Oh, honey but I thought you didn’t need my help right? I
mean you seemed pretty good on your own up against those bookshelves. Right
hand was it?” He asked as his mouth formed into a smile that could kill. Oh,
it’s on. Lover boy.
“Shut up.” she
muttered as her nails dug further into his hair. Her hand started to travel
down his neck as she went in for the kiss. Only this wasn’t like the nice
kisses she’d share in public, these were hungry. They were always fighting over
who was more submissive in the bedroom and this was no different.
Hi my name is Lars Pink'ness Complex Teenage Bingo Bongo Barriga and I have poofy light pink magenta hair (that’s how I got my name) with a cool ass eye scar and an old emo t-shirt I got when I went hot topic 6 years ago and dark depressed eyes like limpid gems and a lot of people tell me I look like Lion (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!).
A/N: Hey beauties! I’m sooooooooo sorry that this is suuuuuuupppppeeerrr late. Please forgive me. There was a lot going on with finals, weddings and graduation parties but it’s summer and I’m here for good! I can’t believe the amazing feedback from this series y’all are so kind and beautiful and I sincerely thank you for your patience. I hope you enjoy this!
“This is too much, y/b/f/n” I say unable to recognize myself in the mirror. “Oh, hush, you look hot” y/b/f/n gushes as she continues loosely curling my hair. “Are you sure I don’t look like I’m trying to hard?” I ask while turning my head at different angles. “Yes!” she shouts as she forcefully places my head still. “Ouch, that hurt!” I cry out, “Do you want to get burned?” she asks with one hand holding the straightener and the other on her hip. “No,” I say softly, “Well stop moving,” she scolds while picking up another strand of hair.
“What party is this again?” I ask playing with my manicured nails. “Shawn’s birthday,” she says. “Your man is no longer a teenager,” she jokes. “That’s not my man,” I snap. “Not now, but by the end of tonight, he’ll be,” she says matter-of-factly. “Are you sure he likes me?” I ask, not wanting to be embarrassed or hurt anymore. I’m tired of having my heart broken by stupid and confused boys, *cough* *cough* Calum Hood. “Oh my gosh, y/n. For the thousandth time, yes Shawn likes you. No, you’re not wearing too much makeup. Yes, your dress is tight but it should be you gotta show off them curves, so please stop worrying you look gorgeous! Seriously, it’s been over a year since you went out as a single woman. You gotta stop letting Calum subconsciously control your mood. Forget him! He’s moved on, remember? It’s time for you to move on too,” she says looking at my eyes through the mirror. I smile at her and she goes back to loosely curling my hair. I look at myself again, and my pouty purple lips turn into a huge smirk as I can’t deny, I do look hot. She finishes curling the last strand as she sings, “All done!” I stand up and look at the sexy red dress hugging my y/s/c frame. “Calum who?” I joke as she starts laughing, “That’s my girl,” she says while picking up her eye liner. Through the mirror, I wink my silver and black smokey eye at her and blow her a kiss as she starts fanning herself with her hand. “You are going to break hearts tonight honey,” she says while going to fix her make up. I laugh at her as I can’t help but imagine the look on Calum’s face when he sees me, he’s gonna wish he never left. “Y/N!” I hear my name being yelled.
“Call an Uber,” she says. “Okay,” I reply picking up my phone and opening the app. “Y/N, you need to stop zoning out so much, that’s how people get kidnapped,” she says. “What?” I ask laughing at her weird statement which she ignores. “It’ll be here in an hour,” I say she nods her head as she continues singing along to Shape of You by Ed Sheeran. “Tonight is going to be unforgettable,” I say as I open Snapchat to picture us getting ready.
As soon as we enter the club the smell of alcohol hits my nose. “Come on, let’s find the guys,” y/b/f/n says and I nod at her smiling. The bass pumps through my veins as Daya sings about how much she needs someone right now. I know what I need right now, drinks. We walk towards the dance floor, which is crowded with energetic bodies grinding, jumping and dancing. I watch the DJ behind his table jumping and dancing with the crowd. Y/b/f/n holds my hand tight as we weave through the bodies. A handsome brown-skinned boy grabs me by the wrist, “Promise me a dance before you leave tonight, gorgeous,” his deep voice yells. I send him a flirty wink, “Promise,” I say as y/b/f/n says, “Come on, I think I see Luke,” as she guides me to a roped off area. The area is a replica of the club with a bar, seating areas and dance floor but its much smaller. I look around and see most of the big time celebrities in there.
“You never told me what’s going on between you two,” I say back not needing to yell anymore since this area was much quieter. “I don’t kiss and tell, y/n” she says as both her and my eyes go wide. “You kissed Luke!?” I shouted as a few heads look at us, “Tell the whole world, will ya?” she snaps as I start wiggling my eyebrows at her. “Y/b/f/n” a masculine voice yells and we turn to see Luke smirking at her while he waves us over. We walk over to the intimidating security guard standing in front of the rope and he blankly stares at us as if he didn’t just hear Luke call us over. “Hi, may we get in?” y/b/f/n asks sweetly. “No,” the guard grunts out.
“They’re with us, Brad” Michael says coming up behind the guard while patting him on the back. Brad huffs out of annoyance but lets us in. “Thanks,” I say softly. I watch y/b/f/n quickly run off with Luke leaving me. “Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, long time no see,” Mikey screams and I can tell he’s already taken some shots. “Did you start drinking without me, Mikey?” I ask with my hands on my hips raising an eyebrow. “I was trying to wait, but you took so damn long,” he says giving me an innocent smile as he wraps me in a tight hug. “I missed you,” he whispers in my ear. “No one else cooks for me,” he whines as he lets go, still holding my hand.
“Cook your own damn food, Michael,” I hear Ashton say behind him as he smirks at me. “Michael get your arse over here!” an Irish voice yells. We all look over, “Hi y/n” Niall waves. “Hey!” I wave back, happy to see the always smiling boy. “Tell Ashton to start making me food,” Michael whispers in my ear as he gives me one last hug. “I’m not cooking for you,” Ashton says. “Meanie” Michael says while sticking his tongue out and walking away towards the group of people including Niall. I look at Ashton in his signature black skinny jeans matched with a black leather jacket. I finally look at his eyes and see his eyes are still making their way to my face, “A picture lasts longer,” I say, mocking him from the other day. He chuckles at me, “Trust me, pictures don’t do you any justice, babe,” he says. His intense gaze starts making flutters erupt in my stomach and I can’t deny the emotions I’m feeling towards this boy. But, I remember what y/b/f/n said, I can’t break up Cashton.
“I should go find, y/b/f/n,” I say going to walk past him. His arm snakes around my waist and I freeze once his front presses against my back. “There’s no telling where she and Luke ran off to, you’ll be looking for them all night,” he says by my ear. “Well, then I should find the birthday boy,” I say while turning my head to look into his eyes. “I’m right here,” he whispers. I chuckle, “Your birthday was last month, Irwin,” I say turning my head away from his. “It was. And you missed it. I didn’t get a gift, call or text from my best friend. Can you imagine how hurt I was?” he asks. Guilt courses through me; he probably was hurt. I look down at his arms and see that its still around my waist. But it doesn’t freak me out, it actually comforts me and I relax a little. “Seems like you’ve gotten over it,” I say. “I haven’t” he whispers as his lips softly brush against my ear, “I think I deserve a gift.”
“Oh really?” I ask turning around and facing him deciding to entertain him for a bit. “What do you want, birthday boy?” I ask as my hands unconsciously snake to around his neck. He seems surprised by this but he keeps his cool. This feels right, us holding each other but why is it so wrong to everyone else? “For me to buy you coffee,” he says staring into my eyes as he pulls me closer into him. His cologne clouding my brain. “I don’t think you understand how birthday gifts work,” I joke as I laugh while my hands play with the curls at the nape of his neck. I hear him whimper but he quickly covers it up by clearing his throat. I watch his Adams apple move as he swallows deeply and all I can think about is leaving purple-stained kisses all over his neck. “I want to buy you coffee so we can talk about this elephant we’re carrying,” he says referring to our last conversation together.
His words make me realize that I shouldn’t be thinking about kissing him right now. What does that make me look like? Dating one band member and then moving on to another, even if I only truly loved one of them. I retract my hands from the softness, “Actually we can talk about that now,” I say. “Right here?” he says while looking around. “Do you want to go somewhere more private? We can go back to the house,” he suggests, his arms still around my waist. “We can’t be together Ashton,” I say looking at the ground. His grip loosens and I take that as my cue to walk away but he stops me. “Why not?” he asks frustrated that I hadn’t even given us a chance to talk things through. “Is it because of Calum?” he asks.
“What about me?” a voice behind me says. I turn around and see Calum with that girl Twitter is in love with on his arm. “Nothing,” I say as I walk away from them and head to the bar in desperate need of a drink. “Y/N!” Ashton yells. I turn around and look at the boy who I no doubtedly have feelings for yet can’t do anything about them. His eyes are pleading with mine and once again we stare in each other’s eyes neither of us really wanting to speak or leave first. “This conversation isn’t over,” he says before turning around and walking out of the private area. Calum turns around and looks at me with confused eyes, “What is going on between you two?” he asks, his voice laced with frustration. “Why do you even care?” I snap back at him, “Oh that’s right, you don’t. You just want to pretend like you care about me,” I finish and walk away. I walk up to the bar and order three shots of tequila. I down the first two easy but as I lift the third shot to my mouth a hot hand stops me. “Why were you and Ashton talking about me?”
I look at the Maori boy and rolled my eyes, “It doesn’t concern you,” I lie. While taking the third shot and calling the bartender over for another round. “You only drink like that when you’re celebrating, or somethings bothering you,” he says looking at me with soft eyes. I raise a shot to him, “This is for tonight being my first night out as a single woman,” I down it while staring into his eyes. I reach for another, “This one’s for you and your new girlfriend, congrats” I say with sarcasm as I take it down. “This one,” I start by taking the last one, “That’s enough, y//n” Calum says as he takes it out my hand and downs it with ease. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about g/n, it just didn’t seem like the right time,” he admits. “Whatever, Calum, I’m over you,” I say getting off the stool to go find y/b/f/n. I hear Calum clear his throat, “Are you over Ashton?” he asks, softly while playing with his fingers, not looking at me. I turn around and face him, “What?” I ask back. “I said,” he gets off the stool and stands in front of me, “Are you over Ashton?” he asks firmly looking in my eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie. “Oh, spare me, y/n,” he snaps. “You think I can’t tell what’s going on between you two,” he asks. “You have always been close with Ashton. You guys finish each other’s sentences. You stay up talking until late hours in the morning, you tell him things before me. You’re his screen saver,” he continues, which takes me by surprise, “I am?” I ask in disbelief. “Yeah, the asshole won’t take it off either,” he says to which I smile looking at the ground. “And at the grocery store, the way he held you and how you looked into each other’s eyes, we never had that,” he says. “No Calum, you didn’t have it, but I did. I loved you more than life itself, I mean you’re my first true love,” I say while grabbing his hands making him look at me. “No, I wasn’t, y/n, Ashton is,” he says. “But we can’t be together,” I say removing my hands. “Because of me?” he asks and I nod my head. “I’m sorry y/n but I don’t think I can ever be okay with you dating Ashton,” he admits. “You, the fans, y/bf/n it’s just not right. I can’t break up Cashton,” I say as he chuckles. “I’m sorry,” we both say at the same time, surprising each other. “What are you sorry for?” he asks. “For meeting you first,” I say as I walk away.
“Y/N!” I hear my voice being called and I turn around to see the handsome forreal birthday boy smiling at me. “Surely, you weren’t about to leave without telling me Happy Birthday,” he smirks as he walks closer. He is cute, I think to myself as I eye him up and down, he looks real good in those skinny jeans and black t-shirt his muscles bursting from underneath. “Of course not,” I say walking back to meet him. “Are you okay?” he asks sincerely probably noticing my misjumbled face. “Yeah,” I say. “Promise?” he asks holding his arms out. “Promise,” I say walking in his arms. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispers in my ear. “Me too,” I say looking up at him and giving him a big smile. Work by Rihanna and Drake starts to play and he asks me to dance with him. I take his hand as he guides me to the mini dance floor, which is already crowded. He puts his hands on my waist and I put my arms around his neck as we start to dance together exchanging small talk, he’s a really amazing guy. “So I guess birthday wishes do come true,” he says in my ear. “What do you mean?” I ask still flustered from how close we are. “I wished that I’d get to dance with the prettiest girl in the world,” he says looking in my eyes, making me embarrassed. “Oh please,” I say focusing on dancing but very flattered by his comment. “Its true, y/n. You’re so beautiful, its a shame that Calum couldn’t see what he had,” he says as his arms reach to my lower back pushing me more against him. “But one man’s trash is another man’ s treasure,” he says while looking between my eyes and my lips. I’m not sure if its the alcohol, Shawn or both but I want nothing more than to feel his lips on mine. He leans down and whispers over my mouth, “Does the birthday boy get a birthday kiss?” “Not from her,” a deep voice says, pulling me away from Shawn. I look up to see Ashton with a pissed face. “Hey, I don’t want come in between anything, I thought you were single, y/n,” Shawn says while looking at me. “Sorry, man but she isn’t” Ashton says speaking for me, as he pulls me away to a couch towards the back of the private area where no one was sitting.
“Ashton, let me go,” I say as his grip tightens. “Is that why you don’t want to be with me? That kid?” he asks obviously upset. “He’s not a kid,” I say defending Shawn. “The boy only just turned 20,” he says matter-of-factly. “He’s only 2 years younger than me,” I say back. “Oh so am I too old for you?” he snaps. “Ashton, you know that’s not why we can’t be together. Shawn, is not complicated,” I tell him and immediately regret it. “So you’d throw away what we have for a kid you don’t even like just because it’s not complicated!” he yells. “I don’t have a choice! Can you imagine the backlash I’ll get for dating you? I can’t handle that, Ashton” I snap back at him. “I don’t care what other people think about us, I love you! That’s the only thing that should matter” he says as he grabs my hands and pulls me into him. “Tell me you love me,” he demands and tears fill my eyes because I can’t admit it out loud. Once I do, it’s going to be even harder to walk away. “No,” I say trying to take my hands out his grasp but he grips them tighter. “Tell me you think about me all the time. Tell me how much you miss me, say it y/n” he says again, his hands going to my face forcing me to stare into his beautiful eyes. “Please, Ashton don’t make me say it,” I beg him. “Tell me, y/n” he begs again. “Tell me how much you regret meeting Calum first. Tell me how you just want me to hold you and never let you go,” he pleads tears threatening to spill from his eyes too as his hands play with my hair. He leans me closer into him, “Tell me!” he snaps and I can’t deny my feelings for him any longer.
There’s only one way for me to express to him how he makes me feel. I crash my lips onto him and he immediately kisses me back. His warm and soft lips feel so good against mine. We fight for dominance but he wins as I’m overwhelmed by how good this feels. I put my hands in his hair and start tugging on his curls earning a moan from his lips. His tongue asks for entrance which I happily grant him access. Our tongues dance with one another as we both pour our emotions into the kiss. Our kiss feels as explosive as fireworks. Tastes better than the first bite of food after fasting. Feels more homey than Christmas morning…it’s like magic. I begin to bite and suck on his bottom lip as his hands move to my butt and massages it making me softly moan. I attack his lips once again, this time I take control as I back him into the couch. He flops down and wasting no time, I go to straddle him as I start leaving small kisses and bites on his neck. “Fuck y/n” he whispers out making me more excited. I make my way back to his mouth and give him one last passionate kiss and stare into his eyes. “Ashton Fletcher Irwin,” I say bringing my hands back to his hair, pushing it off of his face. “I think about you all the time you’d think I was obsessed. These last few weeks have been hell being away from you and when I saw you in the supermarket I almost cried. I’d do anything to go back in time and make you mine when I first had the chance. I’m so in love with you,” I say with my whole heart. “Oh baby,” he says rubbing his hands up and down my back, “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that,” he says. “I love you so much, y/n. I’m never letting you go, I don’t care what anyone thinks. You’re mine,” he says staring into my eyes.
“I fucking knew it” a voice behind us says as we turn around and see Calum looking like he’s ready to kill us.
A/N: So this is part 5, please tell me what y’all think! I love hearing from you all and talking about what I should do. Do y’all want a part 6? Or should I leave as is? Thank you for reading it means so much!!!! xoxoxo
Another of my May Madness commissions! Wow we’re coming to the end of May already 0___0. So here’s a commission for @fishy-bob, their OC Razeph. I really like the hair~ He seems like an interesting character.
If you’re interested in a commission, please feel free to follow this linkfor information!!
Requested by anon: Can I get a shameless imagine and
carl Gallagher.The reader is like 2 yrs older than him and 5 mons. B4 he goes
to juvie they have sex and she find out she’s pregnant and when he comes back
she has a 1mon. Old baby girl and he’s really soft when it comes to the baby
like he calls the baby princess and stuff but other than that he’s really
tough. (Can it be a mixed girl plz I’m Puerto Rican and black and have really
curly hair and a Beyoncé skin tone) And
after Dom cheats on him him and the reader get together.
Pairing: Carl Gallagher x Reader (OC)
Word count: 1.342
Warnings: It’s been a while, I’m rusty.
A/N: I literally wrote this based on clips and fan edits because there is no fudging website where I can watch this show smh. Anyway, my worry here is that I’m rusty so… FEEDBACK IS SUPER ULTRA DUPER HIGHLY APPRECIATED. <3
(This gif is so cute omg)
I will make juvie my bitch.” He had said, and (Y/N) was confident he would kick
ass like usual, care-free and badass like only he could be. However, the things
he left behind were too much to let go as easily as he had done.
But he had no idea.
She could still
remember their last night together; his plump lips over her soft skin, his
groans every time he thrusted in, and the tight grip he held on her hips. She
remembered the drops of sweat that formed on his forehead, the contrast between
his white skin mixed with her bronzed one, and the way his eyes shut when he
He came in.
Carl always said that
she was his golden girl and he had promised to stay safe for her, and to always
protect her no matter in how many dangerous messes he got involved in. So far,
he had kept half of that promise.
She had to leave after
finding out about her consequences. They hadn’t been careful, they hadn’t
thought it through. They had left the heat of the moment to take control over
their bodies, falling for their primitive instincts and ignoring logic.
Here are the pics of me wearing overly dramatic makeup and over lined lips! My phone camera is trash because my phone is old and the lighting was bad so I had to adjust the color in some of them. The first one came out too pale, and I had to darken it and increase the contrast a lot. Everything is so orange, omgosh. Uggghhhhh I hope you guys like these!
Can you do a five lines for Snupin? "Why does it smell like wet dog in here?"
(Hmmm I modified the prompt slightly, sorry, and went with Marauder Era, and even then, very unfamiliar characters to work with, hope it’s okay!)
“Why does it smell like wet dog?”
Remus sighed, and Severus noticed that his hair was damp, even though his clothes were not. “Sirius did something stupid earlier, and decided to make me suffer with him.”
Severus raised an eyebrow, as he sat next to him by the lake.
“I thought you said no one knows you study out here with me,” he said, glancing around. The last thing he wanted was Potter and Black bursting out of nowhere and spoiling his favourite part of the week.
Remus leaned over, resting a hand on top of his. “Relax, Sev,” he said softly. “It was a different part of the lake shore. I wouldn’t tell them about this, not while they’re still unable to accept you are friends with Lily.”
Severus snorted. “Yes, if they can’t handle that, the fact we spend a good deal of time snogging after studying would probably make them fall down dead.” He tilted his head, and smirked. “On second thought, maybe we should tell them.”
‘Eleven years. Eleven years that I have been on my own.’ The girl with the snow white, waist length hair thought to herself as she left the sanctuary of her bunker. She shielded her eyes with her hand from the blinding morning sun. She lived in the bunkers of Keycatrich Trench, only leaving to take on hunts for the local outposts for Gil so she could buy herself food and other necessities, such as potions and weapons.
She sighed heavily, checking her hips for her daggers and her back for her twin hook swords, and she ruffled through her canvas shoulder bag for her potions, hi potions and various other vials she may need on hunts, and once she was satisfied she had everything, she began to jog towards the Prairie Outpost, where should would then make her way to Hammerhead to speak with Takka.
She lived a lonely life, only really speaking to diner owners for bounties, and not one of them asked about her personal life. They all knew her name -Murika Amissa- but none seemed too concerned with why she was in the position she was in; not that she really cared. She preferred to be alone, it was what she was used to by now. She’s nineteen years old now and have been living this way since she was eight.
Murika panted as she jogged, she’s learned to jog for five hundred paces and walk for one hundred; it keeps her from wearing out to fast, and it eats up the miles quickly. As she was walking, she pulled out her canteen and sipped her water slowly, wiping the sweat from her brow. She should be used to the arid temperatures of the Leide, considering it’s nothing but a giant dust bowl, but it’s the kind of weather no one really adjusts too.
She looked up at the unrelenting sun and sighed again, smacked the dust from her tattered jeans. When was the last time she bought new ones? Six…seven months ago? She only ever got new clothes when Takka found some for her.
Murika liked Takka pretty well, he took care of her for all these years, making sure she ate, especially before she became a good hunter.
She finally made it to Hammerhead and waved at Cindy and she smiled sweetly at Murika before waving back. She jogged up the three steps into Takka’s diner and froze in the doorway.
There were four guys standing at the counter talking to Takka, there usually isn’t anyone in here at this time of day. Takka smiled at her and waved her over. The four men turned and looked her over as she sighed and slowly made her way to the counter and joined them. Murika stood next the the giant Behemoth posing as a human and she looked him over.
“Hello, Takka. Are there any new hunts I can do for you?” She whispered to him, not out of secrecy, but rather from an old injury she suffered as a child that damaged her larynx beyond repair, leaving her with a voice like a graveyard whisper. Takka opened his mouth to answer but the Behemoth beat him to it.
“Well, hello there.” He said, smiling in a friendly manner, but Murika groaned inwardly before looking up at him, she literally had to tilt her head back to look at the tall man. “My name is Gladiolus, but you can call me Gladio.” She continued to just look at him, before looking past him to the other three men, cocking an eyebrow at them. They definitely are from the city, they were all wearing black and/or leather. One was even wearing a jacket, and she smirked at them.
“I am Murika.” She answered coolly before turning back to Takka, who smiled at her, before handing her a bounty sheet.
“Be careful out there girl.” She gave a quaint nod, before turning and leaving the diner.
“Not very talkative, is she?” Gladio stated, gruffly, leaning onto his elbows on the countertop and Prompto laughed.
“What’s wrong? Losing your touch, big guy?” The blonde teased, shoving the big man playfully, and Gladio grunted.
“That’s the most she’s ever said to me.” Takka enlightened, crossing his arms.
“She goes on hunts by herself? Is that wise?” Ignis asked, concern clear in his velvety tone, and Takka chuckled.
“She’s a lot tougher’n’ she looks. She’s done several bounties for me over the years, she started doing them for me when she was about ten.”
“I still think we should accompany her.” Ignis responded and Takka shook his head.
“Good luck is all I can say. She does everything by herself. Doesn’t have a soul in the world to be with her. That’s the way she likes it.”
Murika trotted from the diner, across the parking lot, looking both ways when she got to the road, before crossing it and hopping over the wall. Even though Leide isn’t populated, she’s learned it’s still best to look before crossing after nearly getting run over when she was eleven. She pulled the bounty sheet out of her back pocket and unfolded it and she sighed heavily.
“Aww, why did it have to be Spiracorns?” She almost whined, she’s always loved Spiracorns, they were so majestic, how was she supposed to kill them? She refolded the paper, sliding it back into her pocket.
“Murika! Wait up!” She sighed again, letting her head fall back in irritation, recognizing that gruff voice. She debated on just bolting like she didn’t even hear him call, but she deduced they would just keep following her, so instead she turned to face them.
“Yes?” Her ghostly voice was almost lost in the breeze, as the boys hopped the fence to join her.
“Mind if we join you?” Gladio held that same smile as before and Murika crossed her arms.
“Yes.” She deadpanned, and she couldn’t have changed his expression faster if she’d have smacked him. She guessed that he wasn’t used to being denied very often.
“Heya, I’m Prompto.” The blonde greeted, placing his hand on his chest, smiling sweetly. “This is Noctis and he’s Ignis.” Murika’s jaw muscles bunched and flexed as she looked at them all suspiciously, sighing a third time.
“Fine, if you feel you must come. Just know, I will not slow down if you can not keep up.”
As Murika jogged, she kept her eyes on each of the boys, she was unsure of why they felt they must tag along with her. They seemed nice enough, but it was just odd considering they don’t know her and she doesn’t know them. It would be like strangers embarking on a boat, no one knew what the outcome would be.
“It’s so hot.” Noctis whined, as he wiped at the back of his neck with his ungloved hand.
“Then lose the jacket.” Gladio remarked and Noctis scoffed him off.
“You are all wearing black.” Murika stated, pointedly, no humor in her tone. Noctis shot her a look.
“Really?” His tone dripping with sarcasm and Murika narrowed her honey eyes at him. “I thought it was blue.”
“I am serious.” She barked at him, her eyes still narrowed. “Black draws in sunlight. Is he damaged?” She asked Ignis, tapping her temple, indicating where she thought the suspected damage was, and he snorted a laugh.
“Excuse me.” Noctis shot Ignis a death glare over his shoulder, as Prompto laughed.
“Jury is still out on that.” He replied, see-sawing his hand in a so-so manner, and Murika smiled at him.
“Calm yourself.” Noctis warned Prompto, turning his attention forward as he sulked. Prompto laughed harder, ending his mirth with a bright smile at Murika and she felt herself beginning to relax. Maybe they weren’t up to anything, maybe they were genuinely just this nice.
They all jogged a few more paces, when Murika gained on them and crouched behind a boulder.
“Shhh.” she hushed them, motioning for them to crouch with her. “They are nearby, can you not hear them?” She looked at them as if they were amateurs, with the way they were still clomping about in their heavy boots. They all looked at each other before crouching down, Prompto, in his attempt to be smooth, placed his hand on the boulder behind her, shielding her with his body. He breathed in her natural earthy scent that was laced with strawberries and daisies, and just like that, his smooth attempt was thwarted, as she moved and he fell forward onto his face, making a surprised ‘oof’ as he hit the ground.
Gladio laughed and clapped the sharpshooter on his back, as Prompto scrambled back onto the balls of his feet, face red with embarrassment. He watched Murika as she drew out her hook swords as she stayed crouched, moving to get a better look at the beasts.
She held a sadness on her proud features as she watched the Spiracorns interacting with each other, but the sadness soon turned to resolve as she sprung forward like a hunting cat. Gladio covered her right blindside, Ignis taking her left, and Noctis circling to attack from behind the herd.
Prompto took out his camera and began snapping pictures of her as she fought. Sh was graceful, not as graceful as Ignis, but still amazing for someone who hadn’t been properly trained. He was so involved with the pictures, he wasn’t paying attention.
“Prompto!” Noctis’ voice rang out in alarm.
“Wake up!” Gladio bellowed, right as a Spiracorn caught Prompto on his right side. He went flying and landed a few feet away. Murika sprinted over to him, making quick work of the beast, before crouching beside the whimpering blonde.
“I’m ok, really…”
“Stupid?” She asked, almost frantically, as she yanked up his tank top to reveal a nasty looking gash. Prompto’s lip quivered at her harsh tone, watching her examine his side like she didn’t just insult him. “What were you doing?” She demanded, looking him in the eyes. “You need stitches.” Prompto’s lip stopped trembling and he quickly began to panic.
“Stitches?! W-what about a potion or something?” His voice was raising in octaves as he spoke, fervently looking at all his companions. Murika sat back on her heels and shook her head.
“It is too bad to work alone. You need stitches.” Prompto tried to raise up, but Murika touched his shoulder and pushed him back down.
“I can stitch, but not as well as a doctor could.” Ignis stated, adjusting his glasses, crouching beside Murika and looking at the gash for himself.
“Maybe we could make it back to Hammerhead?” Gladio countered, looking over Ignis’ shoulder, Noctis scoffed.
“What? And listen to him moan and complain the whole way?” He was teasing of course, but Prompto whined in protest and Murika growled.
“He will die of old age before any of you decide. I will stitch him up.” They all quit their chattering and looked at her wildly, and she frowned. “What?”
“Do you know how to stitch a wound?” Notic asked, honestly curious to know, and Murika stood, raising her sun bleached mint green button up blouse, revealing her toned stomach. She did however, raise it higher than needed and Noctis felt himself blush, his hairline beginning to sweat. He tried to focus his attention elsewhere, but he figured that it would make it more obvious.
Ignis chuckled, standing and touching her arm, lowering her shirt to an appropriate level. Her stomach was lined with several thin silvery scars. She dropped her shirt, bending and rolling up her pant legs, showing more silvery lines. She then gave Noctis a look as if to say ‘is that good enough?’
“Now, let me work. I need enough daylight to finish and get back home before dark.” She knelt beside Prompto again, digging in her bag for her suture kit and alcohol swabs. “This will hurt. I have no anesthetic.” She pulled up Prompto shirt again, opening her packages of alcohol swabs and began cleaning the blood from the wound.
Prompto gasped when he felt the suture enter his skin, but he bit his tongue. He didn’t want to seem weak in front of this strong ethereal girl, he would not scream and dishonor her strength. His forehead beaded with sweat and he was breathing shallowly.
Noctis watched, he couldn’t imagine how it felt to have a hooked needle entering his skin and tugging. He shivered at the thought, and he watched as Prompto tried not to scream, he leaned over his friend, a sly smirk on his face.
“You ok, Blondie?” Prompto’s normally clear blue eyes were clouded with pain, but he still nodded, albeit stiffly.
“You can scream if it will make you feel better.” Murika assured him absently as she continued to work, still swabbing at any blood that gathered. “Just do not squirm. I might stitch your shirt to your side.” Gladio laughed a deep belly laugh at her quip, she didn’t think it was all that funny, but she felt the tension growing as she worked.
“Was that a joke…?” Prompto asked through gritted teeth, and Murika flicked her eyes up to his face.
“I can joke.”
A few hours later found Murika tying off the suture and biting the string to cut it, before placing the kit back into her bag. She dug out a bandage and gently placed it over the newly stitched wound, before handing him a potion.
“Thanks.” Prompto said, before drinking the minty liquid and she gave him a full smile. She then looked up at the sky, gauging the time, and she jumped up quickly.
“I will tell Takka to give you half of the bounty. I must go now.” Noctis bent down to help Prompto up, as Ignis tried to stop Murika, but she was already in a full run, heading back to Hammerhead.
“She’s an angel.” Prompto sighed as he watched her back growing smaller, and he winced holding his side. Hopefully the potion would kick in soon.
“As if you stand a chance with someone like her.” Gladio teased him, as they set off slowly back to Takka’s diner.
Oh cool! This is so amazing🎆💕 So I'm short and chubby, with somewhat pale skin. I have short and messy brown hair, that resembles Oikawa's style and I have almost always a smile on my face. I also have some bruises on my arms and legs that I got from falling down from a tree. The uniform can be from the Fukurodani's girl's team and the position libero, if that is okay! I hope this is enough information for you🐁🌹
Here you go! Sorry, I didnt have time to do a full color one, but hope it’s fine! Hope you like it!
Also fun fact guys, the libero uniform was actually supposed to be the normal uniform, but when I first drew the lineup of the girls I accidentally drew this uniform on aobaki (the libero) and then I was like, oh well, and I just switched it… So thats why the libero uniform actually resembles the canon fukurodani uniform more than the normal uniform.
I don’t usually do these things, but this one seemed pretty cool, so here we go:
my hair [it’s really soft + now it’s ginger because I always wanted to have red hair, and I love it]
my writing skills [even tho I hate almost everything I’ve ever written, I know it’s just my inner critic trying to prove I suck, but am I going to listen? not a chance. and yeah, some of my pieces are goddamn brilliant]
my imagination [it can be pretty wild. I’m one of those people who almost never talk, but my mind is never a boring place]
my body [this one is very important. I’ve been judged my whole life for being too skinny, made fun of, been criticized, etc. It took me a really long time to learn to feel comfortable in my own skin and look at myself as a beautiful human being I am]
people who treat depression as a silly thing, like it’s just a “bad day”. here i am, feeling like shit, unable to get out of my bed, losing all my goddamn hair, and some dumbass tells me that “you’re in this situation because you want to”. FUCKER SHOULD BE SHOT IN THE FUCKIN G HEAD YOU KNOW