i thought this was super cute and i hope you guys enjoy it!!
warnings: kissing and swearing
word count: 2002
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sitting in science last period i was trying to keep myself from falling asleep. i could feel my eyes slowly begin to shut as my head was resting on the palm of my hand. peter nudged me as my eyes began to shut completely. i jumped slightly then kicked him under the table, mouthing a few curse words his way. i could see his body vibrating with laughter as my angry face turned to look at the board.
the bell sounded and the whole classroom came to life, majority practicality running out of the class. i grabbed my things and followed peter and ned out of the class, we stopped at my locker first i began placing my things back in my locker and grabbed my back pack.
“movie night?” i asked peter a small smile forming on my face once i saw his reaction. his face lit up as a large smile was placed on his face, he nodded his head excitedly as we began making our way to his locker. along the way we lost ned in the crowd of people. peters smile was still on his face when we arrived at his locker.
i love his smile
peter looked at me for a second, his face turned a bright shade of pink and his lips began to twitch up at the ends. “what?” he questioned as he pulled his bag from his locker. “did i say something?” i played dumb with him, i was not going to admit to my best friend of 5 years that i was madly in love with him while he spent all of his time looking at liz completely oblivious to how i feel.
hey there! thanks for answering all our questions on this blog + how possible would it for someone to crack ribs with a solid kick? there's a character i have in mind that's escaping captivity, but they're also young, so i'm not quite sure how easily they'd be able to hurt the (adult) antagonist in such a manner, especially lacking any fighting experience to begin with?
Well, you can break someone’s ribs with a kick. That’s the entire purpose of the roundhouse, especially the version where you strike with the ball of the foot rather than the top of the foot. (And… aren’t like me when I was seven or eight, when I was new to sparring and totally stubbed my toe in another kid’s side at a tournament after my brain/body got confused between the two. I didn’t break my toe, but I could’ve.)
That story above is important, by the way. If you’ve got a character who doesn’t know how to fight then they’re not even going to get that far. If you don’t know how to kick then that’s a great way to get your leg caught by someone who knows what they’re doing. They catch the foot by the ankle, and then drag you wherever they want. That’s assuming the character can get their leg up and out without falling over. Even if they do manage that, say because they’ve watched a lot of martial arts flicks, they won’t know how to generate power and will be very slow. A, B, and C occur anyway. Your protagonist is going to end up back wherever they were being kept, this time in a much less comfortable position.
Even for an experienced martial artist, kicks require fairly constant bodily upkeep in order to be able to do them cold (much less perform them at all). That’s not a combat scenario, that’s just in general. You’ve got a great chance of pulling all the leg muscles you need to get away, including ones you didn’t realize you had and that’s if you don’t break your toes. Board breaks with the roundhouse kick are the most terrifying of them all because you’ve got to remember to curl your toes just right in order to carry your foot through the board.
Kicks are off the table.
More importantly, this is an exact rendition of the “Feel Good Violence” trope: My Instincts Performed A Wheel Kick.
The protagonist is suddenly and randomly enough good at fighting to not only fight, but win when making their first attempt at a violent altercation. They use techniques which require a fairly high level of dedication and aptitude out of “natural ability” and “instinct”.
Unless you’ve got an ironclad reason for invoking the trope (past lives/ immortality/memory loss/the matrix) it will undercut your narrative credibility in ways the story cannot recover from.
When you’ve cracked your foundation, you’re done.
“The only difference between reality and fiction is that fiction needs to be credible,” - Mark Twain
Narrative integrity is based on the rules or limitations we’ve set for ourselves, those limitations are the ironclad rules by which the narrative functions. They exist on two levels: in behavior and actions of characters within the world, and on a secondary level the setting’s behavior around them. Everything in your story must be working to uphold the fiction. When it doesn’t the audience’s “suspension of disbelief” starts to crack. You are beholden to the rules and limitations set down by your setting. Without them, you have no story.
When you’re setting out to create a character, there are four questions you should ask yourself:
1) What can the character do?
2) What can’t the character do?
3) What is the character willing to do but can’t?
4) What can the character do, but is unwilling to?
Within these four circles you have your character, their ethics/morals, and their limitations. That is the box you’ve created for yourself. It is important to own it and abide by it. When dealing with a protagonist, those limitations are not just the foundations of a character but the entire narrative.
Your character cannot fight your antagonist in a one on one and come away with any victorybecause you have established they don’t know how to. That
is a limitation you set for yourself. That the audience knows and
understands, so they will expect this character to act in accordance
with it. They may want to walk up to the antagonist and kick them in the ribs so hard those ribs break, but they can’t. That desire could be a driving force behind them learning to fight later. As of now, though, their powerlessness in active violent conflict serves to reinforce the antagonist’s position. Reinforcing the antagonist’s position is for the narrative good.
They should be making choices based on the Venn diagram’s center: when what they can do meets what they are willing to do.
If what they can’t do conflicts with what they’re willing to do and they go with it anyway then the result is a failed escape attempt. A captive’s survival is based on their value. If they’re valuable enough for the antagonist to go through the trouble of capturing them in the first place, then they’re probably not going to be killed. At least, not until their value runs through. They lose and wind up back in captivity under more scrutiny, more security, and with fewer exit options. This reminds us why they were captured in the first place, and reinforces our villain’s position.
A protagonist can fail and retain their legitimacy many more times than an antagonist can. While this is a perfectly legitimate narrative outcome, I don’t think its the one you’re looking for.
This is the second issue with your question:
A narrative’s antagonist is its backbone.
Your antagonist is one of the most important pieces of your story, if not the most. They are the lingering threat, the shadow hovering over the story, and the knife at your protagonist’s throat. They are seventy percent threat, and the last thirty relies on their ability to make good on it.
One of the biggest mistakes an author can make is assuming their antagonist’s position in their narrative and the threat they provide are impervious to harm.
Unlike your protagonist, your antagonist is always in a precarious position. They must constantly re-affirm themselves and the threat they represent through their actions. That threat is all consuming and when challenged, it must either be defeated or confirmed.
If defeated, then the threat is gone.
If confirmed, then the threat level is heightened because now we imagine what they might do next.
An antagonist can re-affirm themselves after a defeat, but they’ve got to double down on their effort and create a new threat rather than relying on their old one. You as the author must work harder to make up for what you lost, and even then you’ll never have the initial fear ever again.
The first rule of the antagonist is: your capital is limited, so spend it wisely.
When you undercut an antagonist in favor of the protagonist before its necessary, you damage the antagonist’s credibility and, subsequently, their position in the story. When you lose your antagonist, you lose most of your narrative tension.
A character who doesn’t know how to do something is applying a limitation to the character. You are applying a restriction to what they can and can’t do. If you’re character doesn’t know how to fight, then fighting will be off the table. More importantly, having your character succeed at a skill set they have no experience in doesn’t make them “awesome” or “cool”, it means instead that the other characters who put time and effort into honing these skills suck.
When those characters are your antagonists… that hurts.
If you’ve got a protagonist with no hacking experience who manages to overcome a supposedly great hacker on their first or second go round with no time spent learning how to hack, then who looks bad? The second hacker. They’re the ones who are supposed to be good at hacking. If the narrative hinges on them being a major antagonist, then the author just shot their narrative in the foot.
Combat skills are the same way. They’re a skill set, not an instinct. They don’t come naturally, and take a great deal of time and effort to hone.
If your goal is to show your dangerous antagonist is a bumbling moron when an untrained teenager gets a lucky shot so miraculous they manage to lay them up for the rest of the story, then that’s a job well done.
If your goal is for the antagonist to maintain their credibility within the narrative? Don’t use them for a punching bag.
Violent confrontation is based just as much on threat of force as it is on the follow through. The threat is usually more frightening than what follows, and your protagonist is already challenging the fear by trying to escape. From a narrative perspective, if they get over their fear enough to challenge their antagonist directly then it’s game over. You spent your all capital either at the beginning or midway through the story, and you’re not getting it back.
Remember, your antagonist has to do just as much work to earn their street cred as your protagonist. Their position is a delicate balance of power management and threat of force. They rely on show over tell. They need to live up to whatever it is you’ve been saying about them. They need to be as dangerous as they’ve been puffed up to be, unless their reputation itself is the real antagonist. Never forget, your antagonist (whoever they are/whatever it is) is the backbone of your story. They are often the driving force of action, the reason why the protagonist is struggling, and the focal point. In some ways, they are more important than your protagonist because without them the protagonist’s got a whole lot of nothing.
When you undercut your antagonist, you also hurt your protagonist’s development. You cheat them of their chance for growth, and deny them their ability to show off whatever it is that they’re actually good at i.e. using their bravery, intelligence, and cleverness to sneak out.
If your protagonist beats down their Goliath at the beginning of (or even the middle) of the story then there’s no reason for them to go to the mountain master and learn to throw rocks.
Prompt: Paul Lahote imagine where he imprints on a Cullen!reader and she has abilities kinda like wanda maximoff and she has the red streams come out of her hands and one day her and the rest of the pack were hanging out bc she’s an imprint so she’s aloud to go to la push and the whole pack including the other imprints ask if they can see her powers and so she shows them and there’s red streams flying around the room from her hands and they’re so mesmerized and Paul is just So In Love™™™ thank you!!
Author’s Note: I’m sorry that this is bad so please ughhh I’m so sorryy please forgive me
The day you met Paul- let’s just say it was very eventful. Many fights were involved between Paul and Emmett until you yelled in frustration, causing you to use your powers. Ever since then you guys gradually grew closer, every once in a while getting a comment from Rosalie which did annoy you.
Today, you were running through the woods with most of the pack, playfully bumping into them, running ahead of them and giving them false hope by falling back a little then finally catching up. Y/h/c whipped around as your golden eyes searched what you guys came up with, the finish line. You bursted through the tree line, spotting the packs imprints.
With a giggle you felt Paul’s hands on your waist.”We were of course going easy on you.” Jared teased, wrapping an arm around his imprint, Kim.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” You teased back. Watching the others shift back grab hold of their mates, while you turned earning a peck on the nose by Paul.
Sam came out the house, Emily under his arm. “When it gets dark enough, we’re going to have a campfire out on the beach.” Sam said loudly, Emily slipped out of his hold and walked towards me with a smile,
“And you’re welcome to join.” She smiled warmly at me. “It’s okay if you-”
You merely giggled, “Of course I’ll join you guys.” Everyone cheered and Paul chuckled behind you. Everyone seemed to go off in their own direction, while Paul had other plans and rushed you both into the woods.
It was much later when you both finally caught up with the pack on the beach. You both were playfully pushing each other as you both sat down, earning smiles from everyone. Especially Sam and Emily- They loved the fact how you seemed to calm him down easily and knew that if anything did happen, you could look out for yourself.
“So. Y/n.” Quill said slowly, earning a playful shove from Seth who sat next to Embry. The whole pack was here, even Leah.
“Just spit it out.” You grinned, cherishing Paul’s pattern on your hand.
“They want to see your ability.” Claire, Quill’s imprint, voiced everyone’s thoughts. All eyes seem to fall on you as you let out a chuckle.
“Sure.” You said softly, opening your hands. Slowly red streams started to drift from her hand, earning gasps in surprise. They seemed to dance around the group, twisting around the flame, wafting past people.
Paul. Paul’s eyes seemed to soften and watched as their was a twinkle in your eyes and your face seemed to glow. He tried to contain his thought, but goddamn he loved you so much that he wanted to grab you. Leaning forward he put a piece of y/h/c strand and putting it behind your ear. He whispered low enough for only you too hear. “I love you so much Y/n.” As soon as those words tickled your ear, the red streams started to grow bigger and longer. Wrapping around the flames.
You turned to look at Paul, most of the streams hovering near him. “I love you too.” She pressed a kiss to his lips and that seemed to last forever, which they both were content with.
All the while the moment was going on, everyone was watching. Watching how the streams started to hover around him and only him.
Bandai Japan has partnered up with Sanrio, the Japanese company that best-known for creating Hello Kitty, to deliver a whole new Tamagotchi M!X! This new ‘Saniro Tamagotchi M!X version’ features your favorite Sanrio characters; Hello Kitty, Pompompurin, My Melody, Cinnamoroll, Gudetama, Kiki and Lala (Little Twin Stars). Your Tamagotchi can marry any of these characters for an awesome mix!
Sanrio characters are also featured in the mini games and the new restaurant, so you’ll be able to enjoy new games and visit your Sanrio friends! There will be two new games, one is a card matching game were you will match Sanrio characters; this game is very similar to the one found on the TMGC+C. The other game is similar to one on the V3, you will catch the current Sanrio characters as they fall down!
There will be a total of 8 destinations, the hometown of Mary Land, Star World, and Puroland. It is currently unknown if these destinations will replace existing destinations or if they will be in addition to them. The new destinations are beautiful and feature all your favorite Saniro artwork!
More information is expected to to be released closer to the release date of April 15! Pricing should be similar to the pricing of the Tamagotchi M!X, and 20th anniversary Tamagotchi M!X! It looks like Bandai is going to have an awesome April with the Tamagotchi Mini being rereleased and this awesome new Sanrio Tamagotchi M!X! How excited are you?
Request: Can I pleaseee get a Patrick one where Y/N is seen as an angel to everyone but Patrick catches her stealing stuff & fighting with girls who pick on her nd he kind of falls in love 💕 thank you 😚❤️❤️ — “Why haven’t we picked on…” Vic paused, looking around at the flurry of students around them. “Her?” Vic pointed towards a girl with (Y/H/C) coloured hair, holding her books close to her chest, her posture straight. They all looked, earning a scoff from Henry, “Y/N? Y/F/N?” Henry raised his eyebrows at Victor who looked to him.
“Look at her, looks like everyone’s been picking on her for her whole life. She seems too innocent and - small kind of helpless. Besides, she’s a girl!” Henry scoffed, Patrick’s mind mulled over those words, small and helpless. His favourite words to describe a girl, although he knew she was not helpless. “No fucking way… Look at her… She’s hiding something - besides, Greta is absolutely terrified of her!” Patrick corrected. “How do you even know that?” Henry turned to him. “I sit behind her in science and Greta is just terrified of Y/N.“ Patrick stated.
“No way. She’s too good to do real damage. Besides Greta is always scared of competition…” Victor muttered. Henry’s brows knitted together, “competition?” Henry’s eyes flickered back to the girl, his eyes scanned her body and he shrugged in agreement. “Why does everyone think Greta Bowie is attractive?” Victor scrunched his nose in disgust. “Cause she gives blowjobs to any guy who pays her attention and asks for it.” Belch added. “Yeah but where’s the fun in that?” Patrick crossed his arms, leaning against Belch’s blue Trans Am. “Fun? Have you ever gotten a blowjob?” Belch raised his eyebrows.
“Yeah but that’s beside the point… There’s no excitement, no chase, no effort. It’s just done and dusted.” Patrick licked his lips as he watched the cautious girl cross the street. “How about this… You owe me a pack of cigarettes if I’m right and can prove it and I owe you one if I’m wrong?” Patrick turned to Victor. “What?” Vic asked. “The girl. I think she’s hiding something. If I can prove it, you owe me a pack of cigarettes.” Patrick smirked. Vic scoffed in denial, “better buy the pack soon man… You’re so wrong.” Victor outstretched his hand, a smirk crept its way onto Patrick’s lips, his eyes following the girl.
- The next day, Patrick decided to follow her after school. Patrick’s footsteps were halted when he could no longer see the girl. He stepped closer to the alleyway, leaning around the corner and saw her quickening her pace towards the road on the other side, her hands up her skirt, pulling down the pair of half cut tights she had folded up to appear as mid thigh shorts beneath her dress. He furrowed his brows at her actions, following far behind her. He was amused by the fact the girl he sat behind in science had a somewhat secret life. The girl he had always wanted to hear scream his name.
She turned her head to either side to glimpse at the traffic and took her chance, speeding across the road, taking the time to take the ribbon out of her (Y/H/C) hair, letting it loose, she walked into the old mall, if it could even be considered a mall, where the losers usually hung out. He smirked and followed her across the road and into the old building. The building had a few shops that remained open, a theatre and an arcade. His eyes flicked around looking for her. He waked past the theatre where people lined up to buy tickets.
He looked around, no sight of her. He looked towards the arcade where he saw her slip in. The shops had been closing but the arcade and theatre were still in use. The arcade was old and kids only went there when waiting for a movie. He walked through the arcade and saw her, kneeling down in front of a game and prying the door open with a chisel. It broke free and she watched the money pool around her. Acting quick, she scooped it up and shoved it n her bag, jamming the door shut again.
He stood behind her, his lips quirking into a smirk. "Well, well, well…” he caught her off guard and she spun on her heel in panic. He chuckled at her and she took a deep breath, placing a hand over her heart. “Fuck… Hockstetter, that’s not even funny!” She hushed him as he began to laugh loudly. “Oh but it is… What a reputation you have at school, the quiet one, but you sneak here after school - ah but it’s not just here is it?” He stalked closer to her, his head tilted as a smirk crept upon his bright lips. He licked his lips.
He backed her against the machine, his hands planted firmly on the machine behind her, on either side of her head. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “i’ve got my eyes on you…” He licked the edge of her outer shell from her lobe to the tip, she pulled a disgusted face, still unable to hide the red hue creeping onto her cheeks. Pushing himself away from her with a wink, he walked backwards, eyeing her maliciously before turning on his heel, his spider-like legs carrying his lanky body out of the arcade. She released the breath she had forgot she was holding. She sighed and let her head fall back against the machine, “fuck.”
The one person she wished she could stay away from now new her secret. - “Any hard evidence?” Vic raised his eyebrows. “Not yet…” Patrick’s eyes hungrily scanned (Y/N’s) body up and down as she passed them, trying to keep her composure. “Give up yet?” Vic questioned and Patrick shook his head. “This is ridiculous. Who cares anyway? She’s just a girl.” Henry stated, tripping the Tozier kid as he sauntered passed. The others chuckled, Patrick hesitated as he watched (Y/N) close her locker and turn to glance at him. He winked and she walked to her next class, keeping her eyes off of them as Trashmouth Tozier ran away. Patrick scanned her, the skirt of her dark dress flowed lightly as she walked. He pivoted his upper body to the side, leaning low to glimpse up her skirt pervertedly.
He saw those damn tights that were folded up to look like shorts. He smirked, standing upright. She noticed his gaze and flipped him off secretly. He snickered earning a weird look from the others. - That afternoon, he stalked her again. This time she was just hiding around the back of the school, blood on her knuckles. She stood her ground, Greta Bowie was on the receiving end. He had recalled that earlier that day Greta ripped a few pages out of (Y/N’s) school book. She appeared to keep her calm in the moment but when she saw no one but Greta and her cronies were around she struck. Greta’s cheek was bruised a deep red, turning purple already and her lip busted.
"Have fun covering that up with makeup, you whore.” (Y/N) spat, stretching out her fingers and crunching them into another fist. “I’ll tell-” “-who? All the teachers wouldn’t believe you.” (Y/N) taunted. Greta’s friends had been sitting on the grass, obviously they had been knocked down. Greta being the only one willing to stand up again. Patrick was watching from behind the corner of the building, the same way he watched her do anything at all. “I don’t have time for this.” Greta stammered, wiping the blood off her chin and attempting to walk away. (Y/N) wasn’t done with her yet. “Fuck you.” She growled as she ripped Greta back by her hair, Greta fell to the ground.
“I am so sick and - tired - of you acting - so - innocent and - fucking - with - me!” (Y/N) said between fists. Patrick took his lip between his teeth, this was an extreme turn on for him. He crossed his arms and repositioned himself into their view, if they cared to look. He narrowed his eyes with a sly smirk as he watched her beat Greta Bowie into the ground, who was now in tears whilst (Y/N) panted, her punches slowing. “Fucking face me!” She shouted at Greta who was blocking her bloodied face. Her friends tried to pry her off of Greta but they got pushed back. She finally pinned greta’s arms down beneath her knees as she straddled the other girl, she drew her arm back and threw one of her final punches.
Patrick flinched from the impact it made, the noise he heard was that of something Henry would deliver. He tried not to smile, Greta’s friends saw him and backed off slightly. Patrick thought she was done but she wasn’t. He saw a car coming down the road from afar. He noticed that this car belonged to none other than Butch Bowers. His eyes widened and just as she drew her arm back again, Patrick lurched forwards, wrapping his arms around her, his arms braced around her shoulders, he yanked her off of the bloodied girl and pulled her away, she was seething.
He pulled her into the building and let her go, to which she stumbled away from him and turned to look at him. He wore a blood curdling grin as he stood there, his lips open as if he were panting but he just watched her. “Why do you ruin everything?” She spat, venom dripping from her tongue, she fixed her dress. He licked his lips and stalked towards her, “I can’t let you ruin your reputation, now can I, princess?” He furrowed his brows, wearing that damn fake condescending pout as his thumb grazed over her lip which had blood dripping from it, “looks like Greta got at least a hit or two in?” He raised his eyebrow. She slapped his hand away, he smirked, licking the blood of of his finger, she began to walk away. “So… Where are we headed?” He asked catching up to her calmly. She frowned at him and he looked down at her, smiling pathetically. She smiled at the ground and shook her head.
“I dunno.” She exhaled. “I have an idea.” He cocked an eyebrow and glanced down at her in the corner of his eye, waiting for her response. She looked up at him, she smirked, “okay.” Their first pitstop was the gas station, not for gas, not for food but for lighter fluid. Patrick grazed the isles, “you know… Everyone thinks your some small, helpless angel…” He stated, looking at different bottles of lighter fluid. “Yeah and I’d like to keep it that way.” She warned, grabbing the lighter fluid out of his slender fingers and sliding it into her pocket along with sour candies. She turned on her heel to leave, she strode out like she owned the place, his gaze still following her, eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed and allowing a small smile to creep onto his lips.
He shook his head and followed. “See with that facade, I can get away with anything.” She shrugged when he finally caught up to her outside the gas station. “What else don’t we know about you?” He asked, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag. She smirked up at him and in one swift movement took it from his lips and placing the cigarette between her own, her (Y/E/C) eyes maintaining eye contact with his deep blue ones.
He stared in utmost admiration, the corners of his lips lifting amusedly. She took a long awaited drag and blew out the remnants from her lungs. He snatched it back from her, “smoking isn’t ladylike.” He teased. She rolled her eyes, “good.” He snickered at her reply. “So where are we headed?” She asked, shoving her hands in her jacket pockets after wiping the blood on the skirt of her dress. “A place I like to call heaven.” He smirked mischievously.
“Seriously?” She placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. “My favourite place.” He opened his arms wide and let them fall back to his sides. “It’s actually really cool…” She admitted. There they were, on the cliff hanging over the quarry. “You swim a lot?” She asked and he shook his head, “not really.” “Can you even swim?” She asked and he stared at her, “yes, I can.” He defended calmly, sitting down against a rock. “Okay… What do you do here if you don’t swim?” She asked, sitting down beside him, facing the quarry.
“I just sit, smoke…” He trailed off. “Nothing else?” She chuckled. “Jesus… Your life is more boring than mine.” She took out some sour candies and offered him one, he took it gleefully. “Your life isn’t boring at all…” He stated, scoffing down the lollies. “I mean - you beat up Greta - and her friends… You fucken - steal shit - you smoke… I’m guessing you have all these adventures too?” He asked between the chew of the lollies.
“Not anymore. I used to. Richie Tozier and I used to hang out all the time, smoke, have adventures, he never could steal but we always had fun. We kinda drifted though. So no more adventures for me.” (Y/N) pressed her lips into a thin line. “Fucking Trashmouth Tozier? You were friends with him?” He laughed. “Yeah.” She deadpanned. “Why don’t we have adventures of our own?” He smirked suggestively. “And what do you have in mind?” She asked, raising and eyebrow. He grabbed her face and pulled her into him, his lips pressing against hers.
His lips were unexpectedly soft, he tasted like sour lollies and so did she, with a hint of metal from the dried blood.. They pulled away, the slightly shocked expression on her face faded into want. Her flushed cheeks stood out against her flesh. He grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his lap, attaching his lips to hers once more, his hands firmly planted on her hips, her hands snaking up to his neck and jaw.
His tongue glided against her bottom lip. His thighs providing support for her back as he leaned forward, his knees bent upward. His hand snaked from her side to her cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing against her cheek bone. He tilted her head up and let his lips escape to her neck, planting vicious and sloppy kisses across her neck. She couldn’t believe after only two full days of knowing the creep that is Patrick Hockstetter she allowed herself to makeout with him
“You comin’ Hockstetter?” Belch called out to Patrick as he hesitated to get into the car. “Nah.” he shrugged, “I got stuff to do.” He said, walking away, back into the school, looking for (Y/N). He found her gathering her belongings and placing them in her book bag. “So… Where to today?” She asked with a sly smirk. “Anywhere we find ourselves.” He shrugged. “Spoken like an annoying poet but I like it.” She added, following him out of the school. They walked side by side for what seemed like hours, the silence eating at her. “Where are we going?” She cleared her throat. “Well, we’re here.” He chuckled. “The Kissing Bridge?” She shook her head laughing. “I thought maybe we’d rob a bank or something exciting.” She teased with a scowl.
He winked and pulled her into the dark tunnel by her forearms, his back hit the brick wall behind them, he pulled her forearms down to his sides, pulling her closer into him, he smirked and craned his neck to her level and pressed his lips against hers. His tongue ran over her bottom lip, begging for entrance, she obliged. He tasted of cigarettes and sour lollies, presumably from the fact she had given him the entire bag she had stolen the previous afternoon to take home, meaning as usual, he was chewing on lollie’s throughout the day.
She smiled into the kiss, her hands attaching to his shoulders and his moving to her cheeks. He nipped at her lips seductively, his actions fuelled with hunger and desire. She pulled away, making him beg for it, although Patrick doesn’t do begging. He grabbed her and spun them around, pressing her against the wall, his knee between her thighs, one hand still planted firmly on the side of her jaw and the other on the wall. At this point he didn’t care if he had any evidence to give to Vic, he just wanted (Y/N) all to himself, her and all her secrets. He tipped her head up by her chin and began leaving harsh and sloppy kisses across her neck. “What the fuck?“ They turned to see the rest of the gang walking up the kissing bridge with some poor kid squished between them.
"Can I help you?” Patrick asked casually, slightly annoyed even, looking down at the girl between him and the wall. “Oh - yeah… Criss, I give up.” Patrick smirked slyly, tossing him a new pack of cigarettes. Vic caught them awkwardly. Patrick pushed himself of of the wall and wrapped his arm around her, “nothing to see here boys…” He grinned as they walked past the others. “Now I’m really confused…” She muttered and he chuckled, “I’ll tell you all about it later. My house?” He cocked an eyebrow. She tried to fight a smile, biting her lip and looking away, he smirked, pulling her closer and glancing back at the boys, giving Victor a shrug, followed by a mischievous smirk.
imagine on Valentine's Day,,aka Derek Malik Nurse's (loml) birthday, and everyone is super focused on their SO (Derek isn't mad, he's used to it) he goes the whole day thinking everyone forgot until he gets invited over to the haus for team dinner and is surprised w a birthday party, and this boy is so overwhelmed he's like lowkey almost in tears. he asks who planned it and everyone looks at dex, who had the date circled w hearts all year. This is pre-relationship but they're Screwed
this is the cutest prompt ever and it jumped right to the top of my list ooops hehe. this starts off kind of boring because nursey’s day also starts off boring, so stick in there lmao. i liked writing this a lot, so enjoy!
wow carol has so many options for a romantic love interest remember tobin yeah that was totes adorbs and most definitely a thing ooh the chemistry between her and ezekial he the king to her queen af and don't forget morgan he and carol are always on the same page and they just get one another ya know i just can't wait to see who carol falls in love with i simply cannot decide
daryl especially would make a good love interest-
OH my gOD what is it with you shIppers why you gotta make evERythING about """hooki ng up"" this is a ZOMBIE SHOW not a gOt DaMn romancenovel whY can't a MAN and WOMAN just be fRIENDS like thE walking DeD does NOT need anymorE couPLse jeez ever heard of PLATONI C relAtio
Virgil shook his head, letting his bangs fall back in front of his eyes as his vision cleared. Gah. He shuddered, closing his eyes to hide from the bright light that assaulted his senses. He hated that method of traveling.
Logan shivered in his arms. “C-c-color.” He mumbled, reaching up with a blue-tinged hand to cover his own eyes, rubbing them.
Virgil gave Logan a light squeeze of agreement, swallowing the acid climbing his throat. He would have preferred them to have synced out instead of using that kaleidoscopic nightmare of a transition.
But Patton always did like his use of color, and the fact that he used it now to take them out of his room was a good sign. That didn’t mean the sudden change from darkness to light was helping Virgil’s heightened senses at all though.
He squinted in the light, frowning. Well, it definitely wasn’t Patton’s room he could feel that much, but this place had the wrong atmosphere to be Thomas’s living room. It felt safe at least. That much he could tell. He drew a steadying breath, relaxing his hold on Logan as his eyes adjusted. In fact, it looked more like–
Scenario: Tumblr AU Pairing: Chanyeol/Reader Word Count: 1230 Rating: T
Summary: Can you fall in love with someone you’ve never met? You just shot to tumblr fame when the latest chapter of your webtoon went viral. Messages start flooding in – hundreds of people saying things good and bad alike. One anon catches your eye, and you find you just have to reply to them…
Title - Take a Leap (Jake X MC) Request - Prompt 72 and “ A MC/Jake fic where he gives her his dogtags? I saw someone write a fic on it, and would like to see your take. ” - Anon Prompt - “Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.” Pairing - Jake X MC Warnings: PG. (Slight violence.) Word Count - 1840 (Okay, so this is a long one- and I feel evil for it. But I also really enjoyed writing it…)
You’re running through the Celestial, making your way to the
roof. Slowly, the Watchers following you fall behind, turned around in the
endless twisting and turning corridors. Craig and Sean lead the way, while you
keep pace with Michelle directly behind them. The others follow closely- Jake and
Estella choosing to stay at the very back of the group. You sprint around a
corner…And stop suddenly. Craig and Sean stand still in front of you, arms out
to stop you from running on. Behind you, you hear the others stop, and Lila
lets out a gasp.
Three Watchers stand in front of you, halfway down the hall.
One wears an elephant mask, the other wears one of jade. The third Watcher, and
the tallest- is the one who broke through your window. The Golden eyed Leader. For
a moment, nobody moves…. And then Jake steps forward, placing himself in between
your group and the Watchers.
“Go.” He doesn’t shift his gaze, but you know he’s talking
to you all. Sean steps forward, silently offering his assistance. Craig steps
forward too- but Sean holds out a hand, halting him.
“Keep going- grab the chutes. We’ll catch up with you at the
roof.” He orders Craig, who nods.
Aleister moves first, gently pulling Grace after him by the
hand. Raj, Lila, Craig, Michelle and Quinn follow quickly- Diego hesitates before
also following the others, scooping Furball up as he does. Estelle and Sean lag
behind with you, moving so they block the corridor your friends have just gone
The Watchers stare at you, the Leader’s gold eyes moving slowly
over each of you. You glare at him, stepping forward so you’re almost beside
Jake, Sean and Estella staying a little back.
“Let us go.” Your voice is firm, and all three of the
Watchers turn their heads to look at you.
“You know as I do that
cannot happen. We must take you.” His voice echoes in your head with such
force that you gasp. Jake moves instantly, stepping protectively in front of
“Princess, go- Estella, Sean and I can handle the Smurfs.”
He doesn’t look at you as he speaks, unwilling to look away from the Watchers.
He’s tense, ready to fight the moment a Watcher moves.
Your mind flashes back
to the last time the Pilot faced off with a Watcher… you can still clearly hear
the sound of the glass as it pierced his skin, remember how his hand had felt
so cold in yours…
The Jade masked Watcher darts towards you suddenly, leaping
forward with inhumane speed! Jake is ready though and manages to block the
first blow, immediately going on the defensive. The Leader moves next and
Estella meets him halfway, blocking a roundhouse kick as she does. The Elephant
Masked Watcher is close behind, but is thrown to the ground in a bone crunching
tackle as Sean takes him down. You watch, your heart in your mouth as your
friends fight- unsure of who to help. You hang back, ready to jump in.
Jake ducks another punch, and sends a swift jab towards the
jade masked watcher’s head. The Watcher doesn’t move in time, and crumples to
the ground, unmoving. As Estella grabs the Leader by his arm, Jake turns to
help her. A sudden glint catches your eye, as the Watcher Jake just took down
leaps up from the ground…
“No!” You jump forward, pushing Jake to the side as the
Watcher swings his arm around….
You feel a sharp pain across your ribs, and you cry out in
pain as you hit the ground. Your hand wraps around your ribs as you try to
recover the breath that suddenly left your body. You hear Jake cuss, and
something- someone- slams into the wall with great force, followed by another.
A few seconds later, Jake is rolling you over- a look of pure panic in his
eyes. Before he can speak though, Estella is beside him.
“Let’s move- while we have a chance!” The Pilot doesn’t
hesitate, picking you up in a fireman’s carry. You can’t help but let out a
moan of pain as he does, and you hear him apologise softly as he starts to run
after the others.
You reach the roof, Sean throwing the door open with force.
The others are there, waiting. Estella slams the door behind you as Jake sets
you down on the closest deck chair, pushing your hand away from your wound. You
know it’s deep, and you can feel the blood coating your skin.
His jaw set as he sees it, and he looks up at you.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” His voice is firm, but you
can hear the hint of a tremble. He grabs a cushion from the chair, yanking off
the cover. “You could have been killed.”
“If I hadn’t, you would have been killed.” You counter, hissing
as he presses the now balled up cover against the wound.
“Better me than you.” He answers, and you feel your stomach
twist. You put a hand on his arm, and his eyes meet yours.
“I can’t lose you too.” He sighs.
Before you can reply, Michelle appears beside you. She looks
worried, and Jake moves away so she can examine you. After just a few seconds,
she pulls a bandage out of her pocket, and starts to tightly bind your wound.
“Once we’re safe, I’ll take care of it properly.” She tells
you. You nod in reply, hissing at the pressure, before looking around. Everyone
else is now gathered in a huddle, seemingly having a heated discussion. You’re
a little way away, and can’t make out the words- but suddenly they break apart,
apparently coming to a decision. As
Michelle heads over to talk to Sean and Craig Diego moves to sit beside you,
throwing an arm around your shoulders. You lean into him as you watch the
others- Grace and Aleister are marking out a starting point a little from the
roof edge, while Raj double checks the equipment. Estella scoops Furball up,
tucking him in the front of her hoodie and zipping it up, as IRIS zooms around
the roof, taking in details.
“I estimate that we have two minutes remaining before the
Watchers reach the roof. Another minute- perhaps one and a half before they
succeed at removing the door from its hinge.” She informs Lila, who chooses not
“MC, if there was anyone I’d wish to be stranded on a
deserted Island with, it’s you.” Diego sighs. “Actually, it’s the Rock- but you’re
a close second.” He flashes you a grin, and you laugh slightly, ignoring the
sharp pain across your ribs as you do.
“Right back at you.” You tell him. He opens his mouth to
respond, when a loud bang on the door to the roof cuts him off, and you all go silent.
You hear shouting from the other side of the door, and you look over at the
Nobody speaks, but everybody moves.
Craig picks up a chute and pulls it on, silently
volunteering to jump first. Diego doesn’t speak as he stands, moving to the
pile of parachutes. He starts handing them out. He doesn’t look at you as he
hands one to you, but moves to pass another over to Estella.
You slowly stand as first Craig, then Raj make the first
jumps. A pair of hands suddenly take your chute, and you realise Jake is beside
you again. He helps you to strap your chute on, before turning you around.
There’s an odd look in his eyes, but there’s no time to question it. Without
warning, he leans in and presses his lips to yours, one hand on your waist. He
kisses you deeply, and you place your hand on his chest. You can feel his heart
racing as he moves so his forehead rests on yours.
“Hey, Princess- Do me a favour?” He asks quietly. You pull
away slightly so you can look into his eyes.
“Just smile, Princess. I need to see you smile.” It’s a
strange request, and it makes you feel nervous. Even so, you force yourself to
“I’ll always smile for you.” You respond, and he smirks
slightly, his hand running through your hair.
“I’ll see you on the ground?” You ask. He doesn’t respond,
but his hands move suddenly, and you feel him slip something over your head.
You look down, and realise he’s no longer wearing his dogtags. Your hand moves
up to feel the cool metal, resting against your chest. You look up, eyes wide.
“Go.” He cuts you off, leaning forward for one more kiss… “I’ll
be right behind you.” He pushes you forward, gently but firmly. You glance back
at him, but don’t argue.
Once Michelle is clear, you take a deep breath, running
towards the roof edge. You jump and for a minute, you’re free falling. Then the
wind catches the chute and you jolt, before feeling your fall slow.
As your feet hit the ground Sean runs over to you, helping
you out of the chute.
“Come on, we’ve gotta go!” Michelle hisses, glancing around.
The others are already heading deeper into the trees. Sean starts to pull you towards
them, but you resist.
“Wait! Diego and Jake-“
“M/C, they’re not coming.”
Michelle’s voice is soft, and you feel your heart stop for a
“We were two chutes short- Diego and Jake volunteered to
You look back up at the roof. You can just hear the sound of
shouting, and you think you can see both Diego and Jake moving as several of
the Watchers pour onto the roof, torches high. You can hear shouting, a
crash…and then a muffled scream.
Your mind flashes back, and you remember Diego thanking you
for your friendship. You remember the look in Jake’s eyes before he kissed you
It hits you that these may be your final memories of them.
“No…” Arms wrap around you as you collapse, and a hand
covers your mouth as you cry out. You think you hear someone say your name, but
all you can think of is Jake’s touch, Diego’s laughter…
You let out a sob, and you feel the wound across your ribs
beginning to throb.
Someone says, and you feel the arms around you shift. You’re lifted up, and you
suddenly realise you’re in Sean’s arms….But you don’t care. You feel tears roll
down your face, and you turn to bury your face in the Quarterback’s chest. You
hear him mumble an apology as he runs. You hear the trees moving around you,
the crunch of dirt under Sean’s feet….
As you start to black out, your hand move to clutch at the
dogtags around your neck. Sound and light starts to fade, and the last thing you
hear is a voice in your head….
WARNINGS: low self-esteemed,hormonal,pregnant reader. Mentions of depression.
A/N- You’re pregnant again with a girl. This is a long one-shot.
You lie awake in your’s and Draco’s shamrock green, Queen-sized bed. Tears prick your eyes and your throat begins to swell. You stroke the large bump on your stomach softly while Draco’s large hands rub soothing circles into your hip and caress the bump. Resting your head on Draco’s chest, you let his steady heartbeat calm your thoughts.
“(y/n), love?” Draco asks quietly. “Please tell me why you’ve been distant lately. I’m here for you, sweetheart. I hate seeing you like this. Please.” he begs.
You suck in a shaky breath. Trying fruitlessly to hold in the tears. It ruins you bottling up all your feelings. One thick, hot tear leaves your eye and soaks into Draco’s black t-shirt. Your hands begin to shake uncontrollably and a strangled sob escapes your lips. “You can cry, sweetheart.” Draco says softly before kissing your temple.
You let it out. All the stress and self-doubt you’ve been trapping, you let escape. Countless tears cascade down your cheeks and you fist Draco’s shirt tightly. “It’s ok baby. I’m here.” Draco coos, and holds your fisted hands in his. Draco presses gentle kisses on your cheeks and gently runs his fingers through your (h/c) hair.
“I c-can’t Draco.” you sob. You try to quieten; not wanting to wake up Scorpius who’s asleep in the next room.
“Tell me what’s wrong, love.” he whispers softly.
“I’m not good enough, Draco.” you whisper. Your voice has levelled out, yet the waterfall of tears refuse to seize. “I’ll never be good enough.”
“What makes you think that, darling? To me and Scorpius you’re perfect. You saved me. I wouldn’t be here without you. You’re so kind. So beautiful, loving, caring, smart, strong, PERFECT. Don’t ever think otherwise.” he says staring into your (e/c) eyes the whole time. Sincerity and honesty reflecting in his cobalt eyes.
You sit in silence watching him. The love you feel for your family makes your heart warm. “I-I don’t want our daughter to be anything like me. What if she becomes like me? I won’t know what to do, Draco.” you confess. Your lip trembling.
“If our daughter was anythinglike you I would be the proudest father alive. Hell, I already am. I pray everyday that our children will become more like you. You are so important to us and our daughter will feel the exact same.” he says resting his forehead against yours.
“And…Scorpius loves and cares for you so much more.” you mutter quietly. Draco laughs softly in reply.
“You don’t think he loves you as much he does me? He’s been doing nothing but trying to ‘be a grown up’ to help look after you and get your attention these past few weeks. It’s hard on both of us to see you like this, love. We want to help you.”
You didn’t realise it. You’ve been so isolated and trapped in your thoughts that you didn’t acknowledge the important things around you. You wrap your arms around Draco’s neck and pull him into a hug where you cry into his shoulder. You hate yourself so much for abandoning them like that. Draco rubs up and down your back; while muttering sweet things into your ear. You pull back only to capture his lips in yours.
The sound of the door creaking open causes you and Draco to break apart. You look towards the door to see a thouroughly dishevelled looking Scorpius. Rubbing his eyes tiredly and yawning adorably. “Mummy?” he says sleepily. “Are you ok….? Is-is baby ok?!” he says suddenly wide awake. You watch in shock as his little figure runs towards your side of the bed.
Scorpius stares at you wide-eyed and concerned. His bed hair sticking up in all directions like a crown. You turn towards Draco too see him grinning proudly at him.
“I-I~” you’re speechless.
Scorpius’ tiny body makes a few attempts at climbing on the bed but is unable to reach. You’re about to reach for him but stop after you see him look away. His bottom lip trembling. “S-Scorp…?” you ask uncertainly.
“I won’t be able to look after you and sis, Mummy.” he mumbles, on the verge of tears. “I-i’m not big enough.” you feel your heart break. You feel so crap about yourself for ignoring him this whole time.
You reach over the bed and lift him and lay him in between you and Draco. Grabbing his small frame, you hug Scorpius as closely as your seven month bump will allow. Carefully and slowly he wraps his arms around your middle and hugs you back. You’re in tears again. They run down your nose and cheeks. Looking up through your tears you see Draco’s handsome face holding a soft smile. You’re feeling so unbelievably loved and there’s such a fulfilling love for your family that you feel in your heart. Which previously felt so heavy with, guilt and self-doubt but is now filled with the light expanses of love and care for all of them.
“D-did I hurt you?! I’m sorry Mummy! I didn’t mean it!” Scorpius exclaims. Shuffling back into Draco once he sees the tears on your face. A look of pure horror resting on his pale face.
“No, baby, no. I’m just happy, is all. I love you so much Scorp. I’m so proud of you.” you say cupping his cheek softly.
He smiles proudly. Looking to Draco in delight. Draco ruffles Scorpius’ soft blonde hair. The exact same as his own.
“Can I sleep with you and daddy, mummy? I miss you.” Scorpius pouts softly. A tired yawn leaving his lips and causing his eyes to water.
“Of course, darling. I’ve missed you too sweetheart.” you say while brushing the hair out of his face.
You move him again so he’s on the left of you and you’re next to Draco again. Draco kisses your lips and grins widely at you. Which you return whole heartedly.
Turning around you cuddle Scorpius’ small body. Planting a soft kiss onto his cheek. Watching as his eyes droop slowly. You feel Draco’s gentle and tentative arms wrap around you. He snuggles into your back. Resting his chin on your shoulder. One of Draco’s arms rests on Scorpius’ hip.
Glancing back at him, your (e/c) eyes meet his icy blue ones. A happy smile rests on both your faces. “I told you.” he mumbles smugly.
“Hm.” your smile drops slowly. Remembering the reason for not noticing in the first place.
Self hate has always been something you’ve had a problem with. You can’t remember when it started or when you realised it but it’s always been there. You called them your ‘demons’ as a teenager. They were there for you when honestly, no one else was. Almost like the arms that catch you when you fall. Only to let you go. To laugh and taunt, trap you under their feet, as you try so hard to get yourself up off the ground without any motivation to do so. Along with all the other people in your life who hurt you. But then he saved you. Draco beared and kept away your demons as you did his. Protected each other from others yes, but also ourselves.
“(Y/N), love. Are you ok?“ Draco asks softly while kissing your cheek. His vunerable, cobalt irises reflect his perpetual love for you like a mirror.
“I love you. I love you all so much. I’m sorry for being the way I am.” you mutter quietly. Your tears are thick raindrops in a torrential storm; leaking from the blustery heavens which are your tear ducts and soaking the parched Earth that is your pillow.
“We love you FOR being you. Never think otherwise. We’ll always be here for you.” Draco states candidly.
“I know.” you mumble.
“Do you want anything? I could make you some warm milk with cinnamon if you’d like?” Draco asks, lifting up the covers.
“I want milk!” Scorpius suddenly wide-awake. Turning around with a hopeful smile and gleaming eyes like sun rays illuminating diamonds. Love filled laughs erupt from both you and Draco.
“That would be nice.” you say tiredly. Tickling Scorpius’ stomach evily. The sweet sounds of his giggles resonate around the room.
“Ok then love. Rest, you’ve had a long day. Come on then Scorp.” Draco says cordially. Sauntering around the perimeter of the large bed and scooping up Scopius’ awaiting body; arms outstretched and giggling like children shown a surreal magic trick.
Giving you a quick peck on the lips, Draco takes Scorpius to the kitchen where you hear frustrated sounds and loud whines emitting from. With a chuckle and a knowing shake of your head, you carefully crawl out of the luxurious warmth of the bed and down the icy, marble stairs.
Shoulder resting on the jutted door frame, you silently observe the events. Draco furiously stirring the curdling milk while Scorpius obviously took it upon himself to latch onto his leg. Shaking with laughter at the sight you awkwardly stumble, due to the bump, towards the counter.
“Need any help?” you ask cheekily, watching as they both whirl around and stare at you.
“What’re you doing down here, love? And not at all. Everything’s under control.”
“I can see.” you chuckle softly.
“Come here Scorp. Let’s go upstairs.” you say. Taking his small hand and leading him up the stairs.
Just as you’re both tucked in Draco comes in with three floating mugs of steaming milk.
You grab yours gratefully and soake up the new source of heat while helping Scorp drink his. Draco places the empty mugs to the side while you wrap an arm around Scorpius’ body and pull him into your side and snuggle into Draco’s welcoming chest.
Wriggling into your previous position, you let Draco’s muscular arms encase you. Experiencing the gentle feeling of protection from him. Delicately you run your fingers through Scorpius’ hair as a soothing method.
Draco’s breaths even out and Scorpius begins to drool slightly. Their peaceful, sleeping forms are the bare trees in Winter. Vunerable, stoic and silent like the deathly appearance they take when sleeping. Only the rise and fall of their chests keeping you sane.
Closing your sore eyes, you try and clear your exposed mind. With the presence of the people you love next to you, you fall into a dreamless sleep.
And as the song goes: “I’ve got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match. What a catch, what a catch.”
I wrote this a while ago for someone close to me…It was just floating in my drafts so I decided to post it.
We’ve been getting many requests for Road Trip AUs lately, so we decided to create one large master post instead - Enjoy!
Everybody is heading
home for the holidays, but Character A is not in the mood to see their family.
Hitting up their friend, Character B, the two of them pack up their bags and
begin the road trip back to Character B’s home. Character A doesn’t know it,
but Character B has a secret crush on Character A, and Character B sees this
trip as the chance to finally make their move.
Character A has never lived in an area where they see the trees change colors, so Character B deems that the two of them should take a road trip to the North and see the trees change colors. Cue lots of bad car karaoke, too much coffee, and Character A absolutely losing their mind over the gorgeous reds, oranges, and yellows of the fall leaves.
“Give me a few minutes to just catch my breath–NO, no don’t come over here! Also, for the record, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone drive 79 in a 35 mph zone. Who taught you how to drive? Vin Diesel?!” AU
Characters A, B, C, D, & E have never really had an old fashioned Christmas, so they decide to drive up North together to rent out a cabin, cut down their own tree, have a Yule log, the whole shebang.
As a traveling salesperson, Character A never really stays in one place too long, but after a few mishaps and hiccups in their journey, they end up gaining a travel companion (Character B) for a few states on the way.
Given that neither Character A, B, C, or D know anything about repairing car engines, they are left on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere to wait for someone, ANYONE, to drive by and save them from the desolate wasteland they like to call “nature.”
In order to have a memorable summer vacation, Character A is using their parent(s)’ RV and is taking a road trip across the country to see their favorite band perform at a music concert. Dragging along their friends – Characters B, C, and D – the four of them start the long trip. Hilarious shenanigans ensue, featuring Character A trying to fight a wild animal, Character C keeping everybody awake with their snores, and Character D finding an unexpected romance.
After the apocalypse started, no one was safe. The skies were red, the rain burned like fire, and millions died. After the apocalypse, though…that’s a different story. Those who didn’t die saw themselves as the survivors of the end of the world. Someone with a radio found a way to send out a continuous signal calling everyone to the same location to celebrate the beginning of a new era, and with the airports ‘out of service,’ thousands of different vehicles and groups of friends find themselves on the road to join the largest collective road trip the world has ever seen.
Character A is on the run from a past that they can’t leave behind, and Character B is a hitchhiker that’s working their way to an unknown destination. When Character A offers Character B a ride, the two of them end up opening up to the other while they pass through town after town.
On an annual road trip in Europe, Characters A & B pass through a quaint town they hadn’t heard of and decide to take a look around before looking for a room to stay for the night. Not before long, however, they find that they’ve somehow travelled back in time, and now are on trial for witchcraft.
After flipping through the radio stations in their car for a bit, Character A decides that there really isn’t very much to listen to until they hear something through the static that sounds a bit like…screaming. They stop the car right away and turn up the volume only to hear the calls for help grow louder and louder until they stop altogether. Silence fills the car until a voice whispers through the speakers: “…I know you’re listening.” Character A flips the car into gear and drives as quickly as they possible can, ending the road trip immediately and flying back home. Years later, however, they question whether or not they really found something or if they had just completely lost it. Determined to find the truth, they recruit Characters B & C to travel back to that road to find that voice and its origin.
Crappy Motel AU in which a group of friends travel the country for the sole purpose of finding the worst motels in the country and blogging/vlogging about it.
Scenario: Tumblr AU Pairing: Chanyeol/Reader Word Count: 2226 Rating: T
Summary: Can you fall in love with someone you’ve never met? You just shot to tumblr fame when the latest chapter of your webtoon went viral. Messages start flooding in – hundreds of people saying things good and bad alike. One anon catches your eye, and you find you just have to reply to them…
Alright, guys, look! It’s a fusion fic after so long, I hope y'all are as happy with it as I am! Also, this is my first time doing a technical four way fusion because if you think about it, Dark is three people. Before I hadn’t known this so the fusions with him before don’t count. I’ll probably rewrite them. But, for now, tell me how y'all think I did writing this fusion, my new child I must protect! Hope y'all enjoy ;)
At first, Dark did not believe he would ever wish to fuse with Wilford. They had… a past together. A past of turmoil and pain and sorrow and Dark does not want to relive any of it in the slightest. However, as he craves to feel the power of being fused with another once more, glancing up towards the babbling Wilford, he pushes to his feet, grabbing one of the journalist’s hands, cutting him off.
He still cares for Wilford. Him, Celine and Damien do. So this is why he will fuse with him.
“Dance with me, Colonel?” he asked, using the older and nearly forgotten name after so long. Wilford’s eyes momentarily before they flash with recognition and he wraps his own fingers around Dark’s hand, pulling him further from the chair he has been sitting in. Both Damien and Celine are silent, pleased with this.
“Of course, Damien, Celine,” Wilford replied and Dark’s eye twitches for only a moment. It’s okay. Only Wilford will ever be allowed to call him by those names. But then Wilford winks and smirks and says another, “And of course you as well, Attorney.”
And just as Dark’s eyes are widening, just as Damien and Celine are gasping in disbelief, Wilford begins to lead his movements, bringing him into a slow dance. Their footsteps are synced and Dark’s mind flashes back to a blurry images time with flashing lights, bright colors and loud music with a guiding hand in his, another on his side. He remembers that night from so long ago; the night before everything happened, when this body was not his, when the shell that contains him now was in control. He remembers that this body had been drunk of their ass along with Wilford- or, the Colonel, at the time- who offered them a dance. They had accepted, slowly being led into a dance similar to the one he and Wilford are doing now.
He didn’t know he could tap into their memories as well. But he does not dwell on it, merely uses their memories as a guide now, fuzzily remembering the pattern and steps. Damien has fallen silent and he can taste the guilt that he is feeling; he was the one to trick the Attorney to giving them their body.
But still, Dark does not dwell. He meets Wilford’s soft, brown eyes, watches the small smile that spreads across the journalist’s lips and he too has to smile just as he is dipped, the aura around him trailing momentarily behind. He spins around once he’s brought back up, not noticing the fact that he is currently being led in the slightest.
He wouldn’t care even if he had noticed.
And then, the unfamiliar warmth is burning in his gut, surprising him because he is normally so cold. He pulls in closer to Wilford and they press their foreheads together. Dark shuts his eye, breathing deeply in this moment.
He hadn’t felt this happy in years.
A split second later and the burst of warmth and light and energy occurs. They meld into one, becoming what is normally impossible closeness. They form into a taller being, standing straight as the four in one mind try to situate themselves. They press a hand to their pale cheek, run it along the bottom of their pink and glowing eye. They then reach up to the hat sitting upon their head, surprised but not too displeased to find one there. It is a large and black top hat, hanging slightly just above their forehead. They look down at their attire, smiling at the sight of a pink suit and a black bow tie. They ignore the fact they can feel a mouth on each shoulder, ignore how each breath from both mouths brushes against the sleeves of their suit. Their pants are a darker pink then their suit but they still match perfectly and this fact greatly pleases the Damien side and so they smirk. They then notice the aura around them… how there is another color with the blue and red. There is also the familiar shade of pink that is normally associated with Wilford’s mustache. Interesting.
They try to take a step forward, to think, but then they nearly fall over, hardly able to catch themself as a sudden nursing headache hits him. Their eyes are already beginning to water because of the terrible amount of pain in his brain he reaches a hand up towards his temple, brushing their tips along the skin there.
What is happening?
“Damien! Celine!” They cry out joyfully, raising their arms up as though they are greeting someone. They take a stumbling step backwards, shaking their head. “C- Colonel! It’s been so long!” They shout, smiling brightly and they bring their arms back down, wrapping them around their own body. “I’ve missed you two for so long,” they whispered, bringing their voice down low. “And I you, William…” They glance up at the sound of footsteps and frown. Their reunion was broken…
They pull at the collar of their suit, straightening out and now taking a much more sure step forward. The smile has not faded from their face in the slightest and their pink eyes are filled with a glowing, warm love that three of the people had not felt for so long.
They feel warm, happy, content. They slip two of their fingers into their breast pocket, smiling wider as they find a piece of bubblegum inside. They unwrap the candy and toss it into their mouth, chewing it as they step out.
Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man (Peter Parker x Reader)
Characters/Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: slight angst
Words count: 2244
(A/N): Hello! This piece here is my very first bit of fanfiction written in english and published here, on tumblr, so… I’m nervous. But I hope someone will like it. It’s reader insert, sort of, but in 3rd person, written in the middle of the night and finished the next day, becouse I just had to get it all out in some way and this idea just seemed perfect. I may write another part, maybe even a small series, who knows? For any mistakes I sincerely apologize, English’s not my native language, but I tried my best - let me know, if you have any tips to how I can improve more. For now - enjoy!
That was it. She had
enough. Busting through doors leading on the roof, (y/n) could barely see, her
vision blurry from tears. They threatened to fall for the whole day, but she
had to make it through, she had to sit in the class with clenched teeth and
trembling hands, feeling like her chest was about to burst. It was terrible, at
least, and when she finally made it to her building, she went straight for the
roof. To her little hiding spot.
Wind blew in her face
the moment she closed the door behind her, whipping long curls in her face, but
she ignored it. Blinking away the tears, with few long strides (y/n) reached
the edge of the roof and climbed on it, sitting cross-legged on hard concrete.
A small fear of falling squeezed her chest, but it was nothing compared to
feelings crushing her insides. Pain. Loss. Sorrow. Longing. She was pushing
them to the back of her mind so long, that when they finally busted free, she
couldn’t handle it.
Shaky, broken sob left
(y/n) lips, as her body trembled with so much sadness and longing everyone
would fall from. She bit at her lower lip in attempt to silence herself a
little but it was futile. Hugging herself tightly, she squeezed her eyes shut
and tried to listen to wind and never ending sounds of New York. Only then
(y/n) was finally able to hear something rustling beside her, like feet on the
For a second breath
cached in her throat, but before she could lift her eyes, she heard a curious voice.
“You’re not gonna jump,
Startled, she did jump
a little in her spot, clawing with fingers at her heart and whipping head to
the source of soft voice, only to freeze at the sight of one and only
Spider-Man himself. In his blue and red costume, tall and lean, and totally
“Hi” he greeted,
crouched beside her, in reasonable distance. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare
you” he sounded sheepish, a little shy even.
(Y/n) couldn’t really
answer, still trying to catch her breath. And, to be honest, didn’t believe she
was really seeing him.
“Mind if I sit here?
No? Great!” Spider-Man sat a little bit closer, like in arms reach, and looked
at (y/n), slightly inclining his head. “Oh, by the way, I’m Spider-Man” he
said, pointing at himself.
“Yeah, I figured…” she
sounded so hoarse, she had to couch a little to clear her throat and be able to
continue. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be off… fighting crime or
this sort of thing?” (Y/n) rambled, voice still a little trembling, but this at
least for a second took her mind somewhere else.
“City’s fine at the
moment, I don’t see any crime over here, do you?” he asked, half jokingly,
looking around as if searching, but before she could answer, Spidey continued.
“And when I saw you, I thought ‘Hey, such a beautiful girl sitting alone on the
edge of a building? Something’s not right!’ So I figured it’s important and
here I’m! Your boyfriend’s not coming, right?” He added the last part as a
joke, way to make her relax, but it couldn’t work. She laughed bitterly,
shaking her head.
“Oh, he’s definitely
not” she said with venom, frown upon her face. “And I hope he won’t. Ever.”
Spider-Man was now
looking at her with what seemed like new intensity and emotion, but she
couldn’t really tell with the suit and all. And she really didn’t want to look
at him now, feeling new tears rising in her eyes, so instead settled on the
beautiful view of New York. Always moving, always full of voices and life, it
seemed unaffected by the sorrow of one fragile girl, making her feel this much
more insignificant, but – surprisingly
– also soothed her a little. Like nothing could reach (y/n) here, even the
cruel world beneath.
“You want me to web him to the
wall or something?” the superhero offered, drawing a little laugh from her.
(Y/n) sniffed lightly, pulling
few strands of hair behind her ear and simultaneously wiping away the already dried
off trails of tears. She felt heat rising to her cheeks and didn’t really know
what caused it – the presence of Spider-Man, his words or the way he seemed to
look at here. Even with the mask on, he was impressingly expressive.
Remembering his question, she
shook her head a little.
“No, thanks, it could harm your
reputation” (y/n) answered, sending him a small smile, which seemed to immediately
brighten his mood.
“Don’t worry about it, I would
make sure everyone would know that he hurt a wonderful girl and deserved a
lesson” he assured her, making a deliberate gesture with his glowed hand and successfully
drawing another smile from her. But this one was a lot sadder than the previous
one and he was instantly alarmed. “Hey, why the sad face? Sorry, if I said
Again (y/n) only shook her head,
this one little smile also turning somehow bitter.
“Maybe I deserved that” she said,
her voice so quiet that if not for his enhanced senses, he probably wouldn’t even
hear it.”Maybe I wasn’t good enough, maybe I was too much or, or…”
Her voice started quivering
again, her petite frame trembling. Tears began to shine in (e/c) eyes and
threatened to spill any moment, but before she could utter another word, Peter
sprung from his place.
“Hey, shush, stop it” he urged,
gently grabbing (y/n) chin and turning to him. He felt his heart falter for a
moment at the sight of this beautiful, shining eyes and flushed face. “Why
would you think that?” the question fell from his lips before he could stop
(Y/n) shrugged only, not saying a
word. She seemed like she tried really hard to stay strong, to not let her
tears fall and calm down, but when he decided to softly stroked her jaw, it
suddenly snapped, letting all the emotion, hurt and shattered bits of her heart
pour free into broken words.
“I don’t know, I-I r-really don’t…”
she whined, shuddering violently. “And y-you know what’s the w-worst? It was so-o
good, a-at the beginnig, l-like we were perf-fect together. But then…” (y/n) shook
her head once more. She bit at lower lip, trying to calm herself just a little,
and hugged her knees to her chest. Peter inched closer while she talked,
sitting with his back to the city and bringing his other hand to rest on hers. “I
don’t know what happened, it all fell apart… He broke up, saying he don’t love
me anymore” at that, bitter, humorless laugh broke from her lips, “and now I
have to see him everyday in class, all happy with his friends, when I… It’s
been months, you know, months since that day, I should be fine at his point,
like him. Everyone think I am, but… but I’m not. I didn’t really have anyone
else, my friends moved away a year ago. I’m alone and I miss…” She shuddered
and lowered her head, falling completely silent, like she couldn’t finish this
“Him?” he suggested, though a
strange felling was telling him it wasn’t the case. And the sudden jerk of her
head confirmed that.
“No, not him” (y/n) answered,
nipping with fingers at the edge of her black sweater. She buried her face in
her arms, looking at the horizon. “I miss… being in relationship, I guess” she
added, (e/c) eyes turning to look at him with such sadness and longing shinning
in them as brightly as stars on the clear, night sky, he felt breath catching in
his throat. “The feeling, you know? That I’m important for someone, the
confidence that I have someone out there, the hugs, kisses, dates… I miss it…”
The truth was – she was starved for
affection. For physical contact, for the deep, meaningful connection with
someone, for love – both giving and receiving. For another being as in love
with her as she in them. She craved that more than anything and it was eating
her up, gnawing at her mind, clawing at her heart, to the point where she could
only break down and cry, only in tears finding a little release. It was exhausting.
But so was her everyday from the one where it all began to crumble.
All the while Peter was looking
at (y/n) as if he has seen her for the first time and simultaneously known her
more than any other girl ever. He knew who she was, of course, they were in the
same school. He remembered now how in few days she seemed to suddenly disappear,
going from constantly being in a circle of boys with her boyfriend to sitting
alone in the back of the class or trying to merge into the wall, so no one
would see her. But Peter saw her. She
was smart, very intelligent – easily one of the best students among him and
others – really pretty and quite… different. Her alternative look wasn’t
helping her, she stood out from the crowd, wasn’t really socializing, as if she
didn’t care about it, and seemed really tough. But now – now he saw how
fragile, delicate and sensitive she was under that exterior – and it awakened a
feeling in his heart he wasn’t expecting.
Standing from his position, he
jumped down from the ledge onto the hard concrete of the roof and tapped
lightly on her shoulder. When she looked at him quizzically, Peter scratched
his neck a little nervously.
“I thought… I could happily hug
you, you know? But first you need to get down from there, I’m not risking you
falling” he said, trying to sound stern at the end, but obviously failing as
she smiled lightly, pink blooming on her cheeks.
“You would catch me, wouldn’t
you?” (y/n) said, jumping from the ledge to stand beside him.
“Well, yeah, of course, but I
would gladly avoid it altogether” Peter replied lightly and spread his arms to (y/n).”C’here.”
She made one small step before stopping
and looking at him strangely, as if she tried to mask her shyness.
“Do I have your word you won’t kidnap
me or something?”
“Whaaaat?” He looked at her with
disbelief, but quickly caught on the joke and feigned hurt, making theatrical
gesture of putting hand over his heart. ”How could you think so low about me? I’m
a superhero! Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man no less! Or am I not?” he waggled
his eyebrows, fairly sure it won’t show through the mask, but it seemed that it
brightened (y/n) mood either way, as she smiled and took one last step towards
“Okey” she replied softly, almost
in sing-song voice, and finally pressed her body to him tightly, hugging him
like her life depended on it. (Y/n) intertwined her arms behind his back as she
buried her face in Peters chest. At that moment he could swear his heart
skipped a beat.
Small, content sigh left his
lips, as he returned the hug, pulling her even closer. Encircling her shoulders
with his arms, Peter started to draw soothing circles on her lover back and
gently stroked her long curls, resting his chin on (y/n)’s head. It felt good.
Right. Like it was exactly the place he should’ve been in, pressed against her,
caressing her delicate frame, holding close to his chest. And when quiet,
almost happy sigh left her lips, his heart stopped for a second.
“Better?” he asked after awhile,
his voice barely above whisper. (Y/n) nodded, her face still on his chest, arms
a little tighter around his waist. Peter smiled behind his mask, but then – oh,
of course in that moment – police sirens suddenly cut through air, caching
their attention. He almost cursed.
(Y/n) sighed a little heavier
this time, as she loosened her arms and brought back her head.
“It’s time for you, isn’t it?”
she guessed, looking up at him.
“Yeah, duty calls” he confirmed,
though he didn’t want to withdraw his hands just jet, lowering them to her
“Superheroe’s life, right?” she
joked, small sad undertone in it, but except that, she seemed in much better
mood and there wasn’t even a trace of tears in her eyes like before. Peter knew
he couldn’t leave it just like that.
“Yeah, but you know what? I’ll
happily cuddle with you anytime you want, really, it’ll be my pleasure” he said
quickly, at the same time jumping on the ledge and looking at her one last time
before he had to go.
“Okey” she replied happily, wrapping
her arms around herself. “Tomorrow, maybe? If you want, of course, it could be
next week too or…”
“Tomorrow” he interrupted before
she could back away from the idea entirely. “See you very soon, beautiful!” he
shouted as he jumped from the edge and quickly shoot web to the other building,
almost effortlessly swinging between them. He turned his head just once to see
the awe clear on her face as she watched him go, and then he wanted to facepalm
himself for his stupidity. Of course he didn’t ask for her name. And what she
will think about him now?
Peter, you are clearly a genius.”
Sighing heavily, he swinged one
last time and landed smoothly at the actual crime scene. He would ask tomorrow.