i started this in an attempt to make a non red and black ani thing

where the lines overlap (m)

Originally posted by kths

jimin x reader red strings of fate soulmates! au

8.8k words

rated m for dirty talk, creampie kink, idk i just wanted to write a jimin soulmate au but whoops my finger slipped?? :/

recommended music: where the lines overlap by paramore! it’s my favourite paramore song EVER :)

Summary: there’s an ancient Chinese folklore of the red strings of fate that connect one person to another. These two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, and the magical, invisible thread may tangle or stretch, but it will never sever. You’ve never believed in these mystical threads of fate like everyone else, but one day you suddenly gain the ability to see the threads connecting the people around you.

The door slams shut, jolting you out of your peaceful reverie. If it had been anyone else, you’d be beyond annoyed to be interrupted while doing your weekly readings, but not when it’s him. The person in question knocks gently on your door before peeking his head in, strands of his bleached dove gray hair spilling over into his eyes, and you can’t help but smile at the sight of him.

“Hey, I got dinner on the way back,” Jimin’s cheeks round out into a smile that reaches all the way to the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Every time he comes home he’s constantly sweaty and worn out, but it’s part and parcel of the life he chose as a dance major.

Tossing aside your notes, you follow him out into the small dining area of your shared apartment, still in your sweats. When he makes a move to sit at the table, you give him a playful swat on his chest.

“Shouldn’t you wash up first? If I’d known you were this gross, I wouldn’t have agreed to room with you two years ago,” you pretend to wrinkle your nose at his sweaty form, all while ignoring the way his shirt is moulded to his chest.

“Says the one still in her sweatpants. Looks like someone isn’t that hungry tonight,” Jimin smirks back, reaching across the table to grab the box of takeout that you were in the midst of opening. “I could totally do with those extra calories after Hoseok hyung cracked down on us today…”

“I’m just kidding Chim,” you hastily snatch back the takeout box just as he opens the lid of it, the delicious smell of hot noodles and fried pork slices wafting into the air. “Oh my god this smells so good, I’ve been starving all day!”

“Wait, Jinwoo didn’t come by? It’s your free day right? I thought he usually comes by to hang out in the afternoons,” Jimin pauses in his chewing to study your expression carefully, but you’re too busy inhaling mouthfuls of stir fried noodles.

“Jinwoo oppa said he was busy today,” you say around a mouthful of vegetables and noodles. “He has that huge midterm coming up next week, so I told him he should stay home and study.”

Jimin looks like he’s about to say something snide about your boyfriend of nearly 6 months, so you stuff a large piece of meat into his mouth instead.

“Yes I know, he was busy last week and the week before that too, but we’ve been dating for a while so we don’t need to see each other so often. We’re over that honeymoon stage already.” You say in a dismissive tone, focusing on chasing the remaining few strands of noodles around with your chopsticks and avoiding his gaze.

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The Horror Genre, Goth Subculture, and Friday the 13th

So, there’s already a post about superstitions and bad luck, but what about the people who take negative superstitions and it make their aesthetic?

Like, Planetary Cruiser XJ9-7 - known as “Adventure” - gets a new human crew member, a scientist of the highest order, a particle physicist calculating their engine thrust. Her name is Amber and she is the living embodiment of lace goth, wears a frilly black dresses with skull accessories, carries around a voodoo doll seemingly for the fun of it. She walks into the ship and starts the allowed personalization of her work and sleeping spaces by adding a skull to her workspace, hanging pentacles over her bed, laying crystals on her shelves and ordering them not to be moved, and putting gruesome posters of movie and book monsters over her walls.

The non-humans onboard Adventure are immediately concerned, and the captain consults the ship’s human sociologist, on staff for just such situations.

“Gah'veen,” Kathro'o warbles. Xe drops xerself in the chair-like pedestal that stood in the front of Gavin’s desk. “There have been …. comments about our new engineer.”

“What sort of comments?” Gavin asks. He hasn’t seen the new engineer and knows next to nothing about her except her credentials for the position. But he’s never encountered someone who shook up a crew so badly that there were complains before they even left the port.

“This human appears to worship misfortune and death. She dressed in the garb of mourning when outside her uniform. She placed a replica of a human skull on her workstation. Her quarters are filled with images referencing death and … and … I do not have the word for them, those imaginary predators that stalk humans in your traditional story-telling.”

“Monsters,” Gavin chuckles.

“Monsters! Yes! With mouths wet with human blood, standing over the mangled bodies of their unfortunate prey!”

Gavin snorts in a bad attempt to swallow laughter. “You really don’t have the concept of monsters on Eilu'ublen.”

“Of course not!” Kathro'o shouts, xer warble suddenly loud enough to hurt Gavin’s ears. Xe clicks xer mandibles in a sign of embarrassment before going on at a more reasonable volume. “There is plenty in the galaxy that can kill you in horrible ways. Only humans make up fictitious ones to add to the list.”

“Many humans find it fun,” Gavin answered casually.

“Fun?” Kathro'o face become pinched and sunken - no doubt because the blood was draining from xer face.

“It’s just … how do I put this? Aesthetic. It simply looks interesting to her, I’m sure. Some people even find stuff like that comforting.”

“Her omens and images of misfortune and death are meant to bring emotional comfort?” Kathro'o voice rattles hollowly behind xer chest plate, and xer eyes are tiny pinpoints of red set deep in xer face.

Gavin clears his throat. “Look, captain, I’ll tell the new girl to go easy on the Addams Family stuff until we can pass around some material on goth culture. In the meantime, I’m going to call the infirmary to come get you. You’re in mid-stage shock, and any longer without medical care and there might be long-term damage.”

“I … yes. That sounds … nice. Thanks to you, Gah'veen.”

They have to haul the captain to the infirmary for anti-shock treatment. Xe and the rest of crew give Amber a wide breadth, and she seems to allow that for a while. Then one day she sends Kathro'o back into the infirmary for more shock treatment by passing out treats from each crewmen’s homeland with little culturally appropriate symbols of bad luck om them. Xe’s halfway through a cycle of anti-shock drugs when Amber, in a floor-length black gown trimmed with black lace, and miniature top hat adorned with a tiny skull-and-crossbones, comes sweeping up to his bed and sits down next to him.

“Hello, Captain!” she chirps, and her cheerfulness is as bright as her chosen ensemble is dark. “I came with a gift for you!” She reaches into the black wicker basket hanging off her arm and pulls out a tiny paper bag.

The bag is a dark purple, the same eerie shade that Eilu'ublese’s exoskeletons turn when they die. On the front is Kathro’o’s name - written in careful, almost juvenile, Eilu'ublese - in powder pink lines, xe’s favorite color. Xe looks from the offering to the offeror and back again, then reluctantly reaches out xer hand for it.

Inside the bag is another, smaller, clear plastic bag filled to bursting with ifora, small cookie-like treats that are as delicious – especially to Eilu’ublese – as they are difficult to make. They’re an expensive treat around the galaxy because it takes years of culinary training to make them correctly. They’re Kathro’o single favorite thing to eat.

“How did you …?”

“They were the most expensive thing I bought, but the look on your face right now is well worth the money!” Amber beams.

They sit a while, chatting as Kathro’o finishes his treatments and gets through half the bag of ifora. As they’re walking away from the infirmary, xe finally just asks the question that’s been bothering xer.

“Am’burr. You are a great scientific mind, and very charming, and even I can see how beautiful you are.”

“You think I’m beautiful!?” Amber squeaks and turns red.

“Yes! Of course. But I don’t understand why you surround yourself with omens and death and evil.”

“Oh. The goth thing. Gavin told me it was freaking people out. That’s why I’ve been taking today to explain it. For me, it’s power. I wasn’t well liked in high school; I felt like an outcast. For me, it felt powerful to take my undesirableness and make it an amour. To feel proud of being different and strange instead of being ashamed of it. It felt cool to be badass.”

“I know this human term, “badass.” It evokes the power to control and live in situations and activates that the weaker of your peers could not handle.”

“Exactly. I wasn’t pretty, or popular, or cool. But I was strong, and scary, and not to be messed with. Besides, there is power in taking what scares you and making it something to seek out. It robs that things of its control over you, and lets you control it.”

“I understand. On Eilu'ublen, we have a similar concept called aurceth, meaning thriving on what kills others. Traveling between the stars, living one’s life in a ship jettisoning through the cold hostile blackness, living among people with almost nothing in common with oneself, even their biology, it takes aurceth.”

“Yep. You and me, Kathro’o, we’re badasses.”

“That we are, Am’burr. By the way, why today? Why all the work, the money spent, the effort?”

“I have a clock that tells me the date and time of my hometown, where my parents still live. Back there, it’s a Friday, and the thirteenth day of the month.”

“I have heard of Fur’eyday the 13th! There’s movie based on the lore!”

“Yep. What better day than the unluckiest of them, to make rounds and spread some cheer?!”

Kathro’o laughs deep in xer chest plate, an excited rumble that bounces off the walls of the hallway. “Excellent! Let us spread cheer, on this inauspicious of days so that the bad luck cannot touch us.”

Amber links her arm through xers and grins, and off they go.

After that, Kathro’o and Amber are best friends. Kathro’o is the first Eilu’ublese goth. Xe introduces the concept of monsters and the horror genre to the Eilu’ublese mainstream as his ship gains renown in its travels, and he and his unique Eilu’ublese take on goth culture become more well know. A Terran decade after that first Friday the 13th, Amber and Kathro’o marry on the observation deck of Adventure. They and their entire wedding party wear black with powder pink accents.

Deranged: Part 12 (Final)

“Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.” -Stephen King

Warning: Contains violence and tense situations

Teaser  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11

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And I have THOUGHTS.

Yes- I got a bootleg and no I will not say where from or link it since the Swifties are going to be busting blood vessels that I heard I already.  

These are my thoughts and opinions; I am not stating anything as fact ok, lawyers?

Now- I heard a lot of lines of shade at Tom but I feel like one song is actually about him- Getaway Car and another lumps him a Calvin together-I Did Something Bad.


It was the best of times the worst of crimes

Struck a match and blew your mind, but I didn’t mean it, and you didn’t see it

The ties were black but the lies were white with shades of gray in candlelight

I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason.

X marks the spot where we fell apart, he poisoned the well, I was lying to myself

I knew it from the first old fashioned we were cursed we never had a shotgun shot in the dark

You were driving the getaway car, we were flying but we didn’t get far

Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery, think about the place you first met me.

Riding in a getway car, there were sirens in the beat of your heart, should have known I’d be the first to leave, think about the place where you first met me

In a getway car, no they never get far, nothing good starts in a getaway car (sometimes is geddaway and other times she hits the hard T)

It was a great escape, a prison break, the light of freedom on my face but you weren’t thinking (pronounced WER- ENT), and I was just drinking

Well he was running after us I was screaming go, go, go but with the three of us honey is a side show

and a circus ain’t a love story and now we’re both sorry.

X marks the spot where we fell apart, he poisoned the well, I was lying to myself

I knew it from the first old fashioned we were cursed we never had a shotgun shot in the dark

You were driving the getaway car, we were flying but we didn’t get far

Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery; think about the place you first met me.

Riding in a getaway, there were sirens in the beat of your heart, should have known I’d be the first to leave, think about the place where you first met me

In a getway car, no they never get far, nothing good starts in a getaway car

We were (some word I don’t understand in her breathy non-singing bullshit style), Bonnie and Clyde, until I switched to the other side ( to the other side) It’s not surprise I turned you in, cause us traitors never win.

I was driving in a getaway car

I was crying in a getaway car

I was dying in a getaway car

Said goodbye in a getaway car.

So there you go people, she absolutely used him as a distraction from the Calvin drama and had ZERO feeling for him. She just needed a “driver”. And of course she blaming him (don’t be surprised) and don’t think that “we both sorry” is some kind of apology. She’s only sorry it made her look bad.

I Did Something Bad

I never trust a narcissist – but they love me (because they can see their OWN KIND)

So I play him like a violin and I make it look OH SO EASY.

I can feel the flames on my skin, crimson red paint on my lips

If a man talks shit then I owe him nothing, I don’t regret it one bit cause he had it coming

They said I didn’t something bad, but why’s it feel so good

Most fun I ever had and I’d do it over and over and over again if I could

I just felt so… good.

I never trust a playboy, but they love me, so I fly them all around the world and let them think they saved me…

They never see it coming, what I do next- this is how the world works, you gotta leave before you get left.

I can feel the flames on my skin, he says don’t throw away a good thing, but if he drops my name then I owe him nothin’, and if he spends my change then he had it coming.

They said I didn’t something bad, but why’s it feel so good

Most fun I ever had and I’d do it over and over and over again if I could

I just felt so… good.

They are burning all the witches even if you aren’t one

They got their pitchforks and proof, receipts and reasons

So light me UP, go ahead and light me UP

So clearly the first verse is Calvin and the second is Tom. I would love to light you up BITCH.

Other songs:

“This is why we can’t have nice…….things” (that’s how she sings it, with this huge pause) sounds exactly like a Lorde song and it either to Karlie or Katy or some friend she thinks had done her wrong. Real original.

End Game is a dumpster fire (both she and Ed Sheeran attempt to “rap”)

Dress-“I only bought this dress so you can take it off” is the super sexy lyric her family couldn’t listen to – a song in which the chorus include the line- “I don’t want you like a best friend” which is ODD- it’s supposed to be about sex? You wouldn’t know except she attempts this breathy moan that sounds like a trapped seal.

King of My Heart includes the lyric- “All the boys in their fancy cars, Range Rovers and JagUars (which she says in an emphasized British way) never took me quite where you do.”  Can I assume Calvin has a Range Rover?

Don’t Blame Me and any of the rest are unlistenable.  I won’t even bother.

I’m guessing King of My Heart is the video she shot in London so that will be next.  

Overall- crappy pop that she tries to make edgy with strange, loud, blaring instrumentation and over-produced vocals that are breathy yet high pitched in the most annoying way.

In the end, shockingly, she was kind of honest about Tom- she used him and left him before he could leave her and he should have known.

The Actor and The Pacifist. Part I

Inspired by a user under the name of FlamingFoxNinja, in regards to human actors and the what if scenario that they are the only ones capable of holding in emotions, faking certain things, and as we in the acting profession like to call it, “Bullshitting,” our way through things. I am a freelance professional voice actor, theater actor, and so on so forth. Hopefully I capture this right in my tired state.


Derrick had been on many a vessel with his traveling companion, Emma. The differences in humans was well cataloged throughout the galaxy, though it was rare to see a female towering over a male. Derrick didn’t mind as he was the voice between them both, considering Emma was quite the shy person despite her behemoth like size at 7 feet tall. This alien Merchant ship was their next vessel to board themselves upon, for their adventures took them farther towards the outer rim, aimed at Algolis V, a hub world for trade and entertainment though notoriously dangerous. “We are going to make such a profit! I tell you this my friend,” Derrick began, “I can just smell it, the credits rolling in will ensure we can make our way back to the Citadel as cultural heroes! Or at least very notable scoundrels.” The last part her mumbled, though his eyes flicked towards a crew member that reacted, thus causing Derrick to grin ever so slightly. 

“Hm,” Emma shuffled in the lounge as they watched the non-human crew go about their business, uncomfortable and pulling her armor closer to her. Between the two of them, she was a beast covered head to toe in thick power armor, though her shyness was a quirk she could not be rid of. Derrick took a more modest and light attire with notably flashy colors on his garbs. The prime piece of his attire was a notable black eye-patch with gold inlays protecting his right eye, resting atop a vicious burn scar beneath it. “Me?”

“Well of course I need you here, my big bad bodyguard and old friend, you are the dashing good looks and muscle of our voyages!” He proclaimed loudly with pride, causing any prying eyes to look away at last. 

“I don’t like violence,” she muttered through the helmet, the voice becoming partially distorted to sound more fiercer than it probably was. 

“Ah but you LOOK like you do,” he whispered and then gestured to her armor, it was far from shiny, and she had always protected her reckless companion well over the profitable years. Despite his attitude, he had a number of connections she used regularly to handle her own personal manners. “That is the beauty of it, of what I learned as an actor,” he took a stand upon his chair, looking as prideful as a man of his 5′3 stature could look without coming off as comedic. “For where we as humans shine is many a specialization.” He leaned forward and grinned, “Mine in its entirety is my powers of hogwash and subterfuge. For even in the army during my time in raids all across the galaxy, battling pirates and bandits, I learned the art of silver tongues is something of masterpiece only we can create! With my skills we will go far in the galaxy!” Derrick was careful in using human slang for lying, seeing the crew around them appearing confused by his jargon caused him to chuckle softly. 

“Excuse me, humans?” one of their alien crew members curiously questioned as he spotted them. “I was requested to bring you before the Captain of the ship, something regarding your,” the avian based sentient gazed down, ruffling some of the feathers on its neck, “Your papers? Specifically the documents you provided regarding your legal status to be here?” 

‘Rules,’ Derrick thought to himself. “The Sarkian always love their rules,” he cleared his throat before opening his arms and smiling, forgetting at times it could still be considered a threat. “My fine feathered friend we would be more than happy to meet your Captain! A Sarkians’s hospitality is legendary among the inner rim, and I am sure we will be happy to make her friendship.” Emma shook her head and sighed, there he went again attempting to make friends in the worst of ways. 

As they passed by a multitude of different species aboard the ship, it became obvious they caught more than a few stares. The rumors of humans being battle hungry Demons was well known, and their survival instincts were something respected and feared. Once they reached the bridge, Derrick adjusted his eye patch and straightened his clothes, “Look presentable, smile, er actually,” he looked up at Emma’s helmet and mask covering the entirety of her face, and she too looked down at him. Even without the mask it was obvious she had raised her brow in confusion. “Better just … Be yourself,” he stated nervously. 

“Nervous?” She questioned. What could it be now? Of all things? He was usually good with hiding such things even from her. 

“Always nervous before a good performance.” He could tell she was confused still. “I… May have fudged some of our papers so we could get on this ship. It was the fastest way to our destination.” Her heart practically plummeted. They were lying about being here? Oh this was going to be a disaster. 

“You are an idiot,” she grumbled. 

“I know, but hey … When in doubt, bullshit your way through.” He straightened himself up and smiled as the doors finally opened. “Greetings and most respectable salutations!” Derrick stated as they walked in. She was already stressing by his sheer stupidity. “We have heard that there was an issue with our papers? A clerical error I’m sure!” He stood proudly, absent of the nervousness that riddled him previously. Emma however was becoming upset and discomforted as so many eyes were on them. 

“Human,” The Captain started. Her feathers were a brilliant fiery red and orange, with touches of green above the head. Her four eyes blinked together as she raised her three clawed hand in a sign of formal greeting. “You have some explaining to do. First, your names.” 

“Why, I am Nathaniel T. Laz’fre, and my companion here is Ulrich Von Xer. We are simple travelers heading towards Algolis V to entertain an extended visit to one of my cousins as she and her wife bear their first child. It is a most momentous occasion for human culture!” His movements and voice boomed with energy, enough to overwhelm and captivate any audience. 

But the Captain seemed to be anything but entertained. “Allow me to clarify. Your REAL names.” she demanded with a stern glare. 

“I do not follow?” Derrick continued to play the game before him, resolute and unflinching. 

“Answer the question, or I will have you put in the brig, without hesitation.” The Captain hissed as she ruffled her feathers in a threatening manner. 

Derrick finally broke character and took on a more serious face, an aura of cold surrounded him as his eyes suddenly changed to that of a thousand yard stare. The smile was like glass, and small, showing no teeth as he stared at the Captain. His gazed caused a shiver up her spine, “Ah, I see. Perhaps you were unaware then.” He put his hands behind his back, standing upright and walking along the consoles of the bridge. “We are on an important mission… A bounty if you would,” he sniffled and gazed at the Captain again, standing much closer than was usually allowed. 

‘Liar,’ Emma thought as she saw him once again spin a tale of epic proportions, detailing how they had been sent out this far to catch a dangerous foe, responsible for the deaths of tens of thousands. He created a name, place, origins of attacks on human colonies they would not know of. It was a masterpiece that caused the Sarkians’s to believe him, or at least become worried enough about who they were dealing with on their ship. “As for our names, my real name is of no concern. To tell you would be a breach of security I, nor my companion, can accept.”

“I-” the Captain was taken aback by this knowledge, and believed it to some extent. She had heard the stories some humans were good liars, taking the truth and telling anything but it. However his demeanor plus his hulking companion caused her to fear for her crew. “Suppose you may stay… Having a human or two of such caliber as you both would surely be a boon of some kind. I do not wish to cause any sort of diplomatic incident, I am just a merchant after all.” She stated with a reserved posture.

“Thank you, my fine feathered friend,” Derrick smirked, his voice a low gruff growl as the words coldly dripped from his tongue like poison. “We will be no trouble… The Terran Republic thanks you for your assistance.” 

With that they left to their newly assigned rooms. “By the Great Mother, what in all four hells are we transporting in those two?!” One of the navigators responding after finally breathing normally again. 

“Humans are terrifying … Tens of thousands dead and they send just those two? They must be exceptionally ruthless.” Another rubbed her beak nervously. 

“Well… Having them aboard could be safe for the crew.” The Captain tried to reason a positive into the mix, but failed to convince even herself. 

Once they were in their shared room, Derrick sighed with relief and began to hyperventilate once he had laid down on one of the two beds, “Oh by the skin of my teeth,” he finally caught his breath. “I was certain they had us made… Good on you my friend, looking as imposing and intimidating as always. You are a natural!” He laughed as Emma sat down on her bed. 

“You lie well.” She stated, finally removing her helmet as it was only them. 

Derrick paused for a moment and smiled, though his eyes were somber. His companion had been with him for years, a decade maybe. Seeing her suffering first hand was still difficult to watch. Her face was burned horribly, eyes replaced by cybernetics from injuries long in the past, and beast claws had left a nasty scar across her face. Though her short raven black hair complemented her bronze skin well, it was clear such scars still made her uneasy when they were looked at. “I do my best,” he responded finally, though his tone was much like his eyes now. 

“Do not stare,” she simply replied before laying down in her armor. 

“Apologies,” he sighed before laying down as well. “We will make it there my friend… I know you wish to see your brother back on the Citadel.”

“Is it wise to speak the real truth here?” She inquired without turning too him. She merely stared at the ceiling above them, the titanium was a bland color, but these merchant ships of the Sarkians’s were never aesthetically pleasing at first. 

“The walls have no ears this time… Trust me, I know,” he stated. Their true intentions. Her dearest friend, a brother by bond, was recently injured. Holovids were one thing, but being there when he woke up in the hospital was another. 

“They say he will be receiving a new arm. He cannot afford it.” 

“I heard,” Derrick sighed, “I heard… We will get to him, and help remove that obstacle of petty debt. I promise you, my friend.” He said the last word with a sincerity she knew could only be given once in a blue moon. “Now… Rest … It will be at least another 5 rotations before we arrive.” With that, Derrick flipped on his side and fell asleep.

Little did they know, on the horizon of their next jump lay a predator… The predator born not of hungry by survival but the hunger of greed. Three pirate frigates lay outside the next hyperspace exit lane, eagerly waiting for another trade ship to pounce upon. Their blackened ships and twisted designs meant for intimidation and boarding. It would be a terrible tragedy… Or would it?

To Be Continued Tomorrow because it’s late AND I’M TIRED AS FUCK.

Taming the Rogue

Request: by @random-fandom-fangirl2112​: I was wondering if you could do a smut were the reader is a rogue wolf and has been since she was 5 and everyone thinks she’s an alpha but she’s really a beta? And one day Scott and Stiles encounter her and they’re all nervous and Derek senses their distress and shows up? You can finish it how ever you want just make it smutty please? Sorry this was so long!!!

Word count: 3068

Author’s note: I tried to depict the wolf side of the werewolves authentically, including being instinctual and the such. I hope I managed! c: I also hope you will be satisfied with how your request turned out, @random-fandom-fangirl2112​! Thank you for the amazing request ❤️

Warnings: language, smut, soft description of wounding someone

I’m running in the woods.

I can feel as the fresh, cold morning air fills my lungs with each inhale, the dry leafs and thin twigs cracking and breaking under my bare, soft paws, claws sinking into the loose earth, Sun is just barely bargaining on the horizon, painting the inky sky a pale purple. The forest is quiet, save for the few morning birds that are chirping. The taste of blood of my latest prey is seeping into my mouth.

This day is going to be the same as the others; I hunt, travel from state to state, maybe shift back to being a human like I do a couple times a year, then change back to my wolf self as soon as possible. I will watch the sunset, then sleep and repeat – as always.

By twilight, I arrive to a town which, according to the city road sign, is called Beacon Hills. I pass through the trees of the preserve in a slow, lazy strut, allowing myself to give in to the predatory instincts within me. I feel my muscles starting to buzz with renewed energy gradually, in sync with the air getting darker and darker.

I find a quiet spot in the woods and sit to allow my body to regain control over itself. After the past few days that I spent in a hustle and bustle, I crave silence and calmness around me. An owl flies to a branch of a tree near me, it creaking a little as the bird settles itself. A moment later, it begins its low humming song.

It’s nearly a full moon. The pale celestial body casts everything in a silver shade, while repressing the lights of the smaller stars surrounding it. My eyes fall closed as I give in to the serenity that engulfs me, but it’s soon destroyed by two males in the distance.

Irresponsible fury takes over me, muzzle opening on a sinister snarl, the animal side of me demanding bloodlust and carnage.

Without a second thought, I take off towards the source of the voices, paws barely making a noise in the fallen leaves as I’m approaching. I come to a halt behind a bush, ducking down, fur on my hunches straining up, that snarl still on my lips, a growl rumbling in my chest, eyes glued to the two boys. One of them suddenly puts his hand up in front of the other’s chest in order to stop him. He looks attentive, wary.

I flex my claws against the moist earth. I get ready to attack.

“Did you hear that?” he asks.

“What was I supposed to hear?” replies his friend, glancing around carelessly. He moves his flashlight along with his gaze.

“Rustling,” comes the answer. “I could have sworn I heard something.”

“Well, Scotty,” says the guy in a chatty tone. “Seems like your same ol’ senses aren’t as good as they used to be. They are playing a trick on you.”

“Stiles, this isn’t funny,” Scott chides him. “My ears have never mislead me yet.”

“It’s probably just Derek lurking around somewhere. He promised to be here soon after all.”

He still doesn’t seem to be affected by his friend’s warning. I decide it was enough of inspecting them, and now it’s time to take action – my nose scrunches up in a loud snarl before launching at them.

They both yell loudly.

“Stiles, watch out!” Scott shouts, grabbing Stiles by the arm and hauling him away from me. He nudges Stiles behind himself so that he’s the one facing me now.

“Holy Hell!” he exclaims. “I thought besides you guys there were no wolves in California any more!”

“I did, too,” Scott assures, exchanging a threatening look with me. He extends his claws, ready to protect Stiles if necessary – and who am I to let him down when he’s expecting a fight? I scoff at him, still driven by that visceral rage that took over me not long ago, then attack him.

Due to the wolf in me, I instinctively go for the ankles to try and grab him by his joint, so that I can get to his neck then, but I have to realize he has fine reflexes and swift moves, making it so much harder for me to take him down.

My wrath wells up, extends and takes control over my actions, supplying me with enough power to manage to tear at Scott’s arms, leaving deep wounds in his skin, dark blood erupting. He yelps in pain and stumbles backwards by a few steps, his eyes flashing golden and fangs elongating.

I jump towards him again, but I’m tossed to the side mid-air. I immediately roll from my side to my feet, turning around to see who prevented me from continuing the combat we’ve started.

I snarl at him, to which his response is to howl right back at me.

The sound shakes my bones, my fibres, my cells, my mind – my entire being. I tremble with the urge to give in and to just obey, but I try to ground myself in my human side so that I could maybe overcome the stupor I’m in and keep up with what I’ve gotten myself into.

However, as soon as the man realizes my intentions, noticing how my muscles are flexing under my fur, ready to attack, his eyes glow an imperative ruby red and he howls at me authoritatively with all he’s worth.

My brain goes blank, and the only thing that registers is that a weak whine dies on my lips before I collapse to the ground helplessly, dry leaves enveloping my bare skin. My bare human skin.

I’m trembling. I’m human. I’m weak. I’m vulnerable. I’m exposed. I’m helpless against the hunters. I’m ruined.

I’m human.

The next thing I know is that something warm covers me.

“She’s a werewolf?” asks Stiles, shell-shocked. “I totally thought she was an actual wolf!”

“Technically, she was,” retorts a low voice above me, tone just this side of sarcastic. Hands touch my arms through the material that wraps around my body, attempting to guide me and help me up.

“Is she an Alpha?” asks Scott.

“No,” replies the newcomer. “She wouldn’t have changed back otherwise when I roared at her.”

I allow him to move me, his palms resting on my upper arms through the leather jacket he put on me, only for me to break out of his hold abruptly, fangs and claws extending immediately.

“Leave me alone,” I snarl. My vision goes black and red, letting me know that my eyes are now glowing in their vivid icy blue colour. The two teenagers take a tentative step back, whereas the man snorts.

“Sweetheart,” he starts mockingly kindly, infuriating me more. “I don’t think you grasp the concept of who has the upper hand here.”

“Usually cocky bastards like you can do nothing besides showing off their non-existing power,” I spit out, disdain seeping into my words. He angers me with his bare presence – he angers me because he forced me to change back. A smirk appears on his face.

“Wanna test it out?”

I don’t even spare time for a verbal response – instead, I go straight for the kill, attempting to sink my claws into his chest where his important bundle of muscles is relaxing and contracting, pumping blood to provide his system.

Just before I could lay a finger on him, he vanishes from my sight. Then apart from a sharp pain at the back of my head, there is nothing but black void pulling me down into a dark abyss.

. o O o .

I wake up several hours later. I can hear soft noises filtering through the ajar door that leads to the bedroom I’m laying in. I notice that I was dressed at some point while I was unconscious – now I’m wearing an oversized T-shirt and a thong. I’m not used to being dressed any more, having spent the majority of my years in wolf shape.

I creep out of the bed and start a mute beeline for the front door to leave. I sneak out through the door, finding myself on an aisle. It’s dark, but my vision is perfect during nighttime as well, so it isn’t an obstacle for me.

I sneak towards the stairs and descend them, but before I could land a bare foot on those that lead to the heavy-looking metal entrance, a voice startles me.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Fuck you,” I shoot back, not even turning around. I choose to ignore the guy – he’s not a freaking royalty offspring, dammit –, and walk up to the door to escape, but I’m yanked back down from the second step. He turns me around harshly, aggressively hauling my body as though I were a doll that he can play around with as he pleases.

“I was expecting at least an attempt to kill me by way of thanking me for dressing you up,” he grits out through his teeth, looking positively fuming.

“I didn’t ask for it,” I point out, trying to wriggle my wrist free with no success; his fingers are as good as metal vises curling firmly around me. “Let go.”

“I’m not letting you go,” he says sternly. “I’m not going to allow you to go on a killing spree on my territory.”

“Oh, how protective of you,” I roll my eyes mockingly.

“Clearly you have behavioural issues,” he assesses. “You Omega have no idea how to show respect to an Alpha.”

“I see someone isn’t used to being ignored,” I singsong with a wicked smirk.

To wipe it off of my face, he shoves me into the wall. I yelp as the harsh collision knocks my breath out of me, and I find myself face to face with his scarlet glowing eyes. I flash mine at him in return.

“Won’t you ever learn your manners?” he growls at me.

“Not for you,” I whisper, kicking his legs to toss him off-balance and then pushing him away from me with my free hand. I manage to drive my foot into his side before he could catch up to me. The next time, however, he catches my leg and shoves it to the side. Instead of falling to my back, I make a somersault backwards, pushing myself up with my arms to stand again.

He immediately makes an attempt to sink his claws into my sides, but I get away from him by twirling a couple times, getting behind him and granting myself a clear shot of his vulnerable neck. I grab him, making sure the tips of my claws are biting his skin, only to throw him to the ground. Without missing a beat, I step on his chest to keep him plastered to the floor.

I smirk down at him, arching a brow, hands on my hips.

“Are you giving up yet?” I ask, rubbing my toe to his shirt in a cocky tease.

“Never,” he replies, taking a hold of my ankle and pulling at it, making me fall down onto his body. Instantly, I position myself to be sure I’m still the one being in charge – which means I’m straddling his pelvis. When his palms find my hips, a fuzzy hotness starts coiling up in my belly, urging me to unconsciously bite at my lower lip.

That, and the sudden spike in my scent inevitably chases out a reaction from him; his hands start rubbing at my skin, massaging it tantalizingly slowly, inviting my pelvis to dance along with them – and it does as I set up a slow roll with it, bracing myself against strong shoulders under me.

Our breathing is elevating, sighs coming out gradually louder, hearts starting to beat faster. I can almost hear as his blood is rushing through his veins, flowing south rapidly. I can’t help the small noise that leaves my lips as I grind down against him, feeling his developing erection nudging me.

“Holy –” he mumbles, voice barely above a whisper. Partially out of being turned on, partially out of craving payback, I allow my claws to sink into his sculpted shoulders, earning myself a hiss of pain from him. Dark stains of blood spread crawling in his shirt in a deformed circle around my fingertips, but he doesn’t care about it, just growls at me before tearing the material over his head.

“As obnoxious as you are, I gotta admit you’re hot as fuck,” I compliment, making a slow drag with my middle against his. He groans at the feeling, claws elongating, too.

“You have a pretty nice body yourself,” he says in return, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

“And what if you don’t get to see it again, baby?” I breathe into his mouth, just barely touching his pink flesh with mine. As soon as he tries to catch my lips in a kiss, I draw my head back, smiling down at him wickedly. I arch a brow. “Did you honestly think I’m that easy to seduce?”

“Stop teasing me, or I’ll have to take the initiative,” he says.

“Oh? You sound like I’d actually let you do that,” I comment, dragging my index finger down in a slow tease in the valley in the middle of his upper body which is dividing his pectorals and abs, going dangerously low. His jeans are riding low, granting me a clear shot of his black boxer briefs he’s wearing underneath. The two veins leading into his underwear are prominent and impossible not to notice. He makes a needy noise in the back of his throat.

I reach under myself, cupping his rapidly hardening erection in my hand through his pants, to which his response is to buck against my hand.

“Holy freaking shit, just –” he rasps. I lean down to whisper into his ear seductively, fingers flexing on him, “What, baby? What do you want me to do?”

Out of the blue, his eyes seep into their illuminated scarlet colour, his fangs elongating as he flips us over in a sudden surge of renewed power. I make a surprised noise as my body is moved – but he’s still not satisfied with having me under him; he also twirls me around to lay me on my belly.

When I turn my head to make a comment or two at the change in position, he murmurs, “Shut up” into my skin, even before I could get one sound out, leaving biting kisses and stinging nips all over my jaw, neck, and cheek, chasing out a whine from me. My inner wolf is loving this treatment.

On raw instinct, to try and seduce the male on me, I push my ass up to rub it against his bulge, letting my claws out and dragging them down along the floor under me, leaving ten lines there.

The next moment, I can feel him fumbling with his jeans, quickly ridding himself of them, pulling me flush to him with a palm spread over my lower belly. His hand starts inching up on my stomach, taking the T-shirt with it, soon finding my breast and kneading the soft flesh, making me whine wantonly. His length is poking me, only the thong and his briefs dividing our skins from the desired contact.

He begins rutting against me, his groans, pants and faltering breaths all directed into my ear, hotness spreading my insides.

Do it, dammit, or I swear to God I’m going to claw your eyes out,” I growl, need taking over me. He snickers against my shoulder, still covered by the tee he put on me, before shoving his briefs down and away, doing the same with my thong.

“See, you can submit, you just gotta be tamed accordingly,” he husks into my ear. I snarl at him, but it ends up morphing into a needy moan instead of a threat when he fills me in one swift, hard thrust.

He cages my body; my chest is squeezed to the ground, ass raised, claws digging into the floor as I can do nothing but fucking take it, meeting all his punishing pushes, back arching, his voice in my ear asking, “Will you submit to me now?” to which my response is to bare my neck involuntarily, signing submission.

His teeth sink into my flesh, sucking a massive lovebite into the surface, making me cry out in a high-pitched tone. His arms are bracketing me on both sides, his hot exhales lavishing over my back, burning me as though lava were licking over my nerves.

“Say my name,” he grunts in a low tone. “I want you to say my name as you cum.” My lips part to tease him, but he finishes with, “Derek. Say it when you come.”

Derek reaches down to rub tight circles around my clit, multiplying my pleasure. I shake violently as my orgasm hits me abruptly and intensely, crying out his name like he wished for, pulling him right in with me to white oblivion when I clamp around him, his fingers entwining with mine as both of our nails leave marks in the ground.

He drags his tongue up on the side of my neck, rolling his hips against mine a couple more times, making me bite my lip at the sensation, eyes fluttering closed. Derek then pulls out of me as soon as we’ve ridden out our highs, only to carry me over to his bed where he lays me down and scoots in next to me, covering us with the blanket. I don’t understand why he does this, but I let him – I merely want to wait until he’s asleep so that I can sneak away.

The fact that he has a strong arm wrapped around me is a factor that makes my plan a tad harder to implement, but I’m determined to carry it out anyway.

As soon as Derek’s breathing is slow and evened out, I squirm out of his hold. I take off the T-shirt he gave me, then I tiptoe my way over to the metal door, sliding it open carefully, trying to make the least amount of noises awhile.

I barely shut it behind me before my body morphs back into that of a wolf’s and I take off into the night.

Carry You There

Have y’all seen this fan art by @fizzmouth that I reblogged a few days ago? Where Jack is carrying a drunk Bitty up the stairs? Well that’s been stuck in my head and now I wrote a ficlet about it. Hope you enjoy.

Getting wasted in the backyard of the Haus seemed like a good idea at the time, and after six beers, Bitty agreed that it was definitely still a good idea. It was March and the boys were celebrating the end of the regular season and the beginning of playoffs – their first game wasn’t until Friday, but it was Tuesday and getting Tuesday drunk made absolute sense. Truthfully, they had been celebrating the end of regular season and the beginning of playoffs for several days now, but this particular celebration included only the occupants of the Haus.

Well, not all the occupants of the Haus. Jack Zimmermann had an eight a.m. class and refused to participate in the Haus Backyard Bonfire Miller Lite Chug-A-Thon To Celebrate Making the Playoffs and Kicking Some NCAA Ass.

The celebration began before sundown while the weather was still tolerable. It’d been one of the warmer days in spring and Bitty had no qualms about shorts and a tank top while attending class and making dinner, but after beer number three the fire was roaring and the sun was sinking. Now after beer number six the sun was completely set and Bitty was cold. Not just chilly – he was shivering, quivering, and complaining cold.

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❧ b.sk | by a thread

pairing; seventeen seungkwan x reader ft vernon (hsdjhdsk vernon is literally featured in every scenario i write omg why)

genre; angst, slight fluff at the start, soulmate!au, character death, non-idol!seungkwan

synopsis; the ring finger of soulmates are connected by a red string. some people can see them but some can’t — seungkwan can see them, but you can’t. that means you never know whose string yours is connected to — and that’s pretty much the only way to find your significant other. however, if one soulmate dies, the threads will slowly turn black and fade away.

word count; 5.1k (i do hope you guys shed a few tears bc !! this is pretty damn sad to me idk hahaha)

Your eighteen-year-old self sat drearily in your seat in the lecture hall, body slumped slightly as you rested your arms on the small little black table that was fixed to the chair. The pads of your left index finger and thumb gently rubbed themselves on the lower region of your right ring finger as you tried to picture how it would look if a red thread coiled around it like how it did around your friends’ fingers.

The red string was something that would gradually appear as one grows older, but there is no specific age whereby one would be able to see the string. Some people claim that theirs had appeared at the age of a mere seven years old, while some others’ strings only came into view at the age of thirty. People were indirectly classified into three categories — the first being a group of people who had their strings solidified by the time they are 12, the second being a group who had their strings solidified at ages above twelve, and for the rest — the third category that included you — people who simply, and unluckily, do not have the ability to see the string with their two eyes. The third category has an unbelievably small population, you were told.

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Player 04

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Genre: Angst/ Smut

Characters: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Request: “1. Could you write an angst/smut vampire baek scenario where he finds his mate, but he rejects her she’s very different from his exs. She plays soccer and doesn’t take crap from anyone. Basically she’s a badass & doesn’t take crap him either.  2) Could the vampire baek scenario take place in a uni (specialized for vampires) and the girl is a half vampire half witch (That’s another reason why he dislikes her bc vampires dislike witches) but she somehow ends up going to that uni. Thank you♡” -anon

Summary: Vampire/Witch au.

Captain of the soccer team. One of the many supernatural beings in your University. To be more specific, a vampire witch. And that fact on it’s self was a little problematic. Other vampires on campus did not like you or wanted to be associated with you. Vampires and witches don’t have a good history to begin with and that apparently didn’t change over the years. But since you are half vampire, they let you in the University. You may have manipulated your way in with some spells but the point is that you’re in.

Basically everyone knew about your powers and some were intimidated by you. You did use them sometimes, for your own benefit of just to kill your boredom. None of the spells you did were harmful at all, you weren’t a witch that used black magic but that didn’t stop you from threatening annoying students into thinking you would curse them if they tried something on you.

As mentioned earlier, you were the captain of the soccer team. Contrary to popular belief, you didn’t use your powers to get to the position of captain of the team, you were gifted with the strength of rapid abilities by your ancestors and it made you a great athlete. And even though not everyone liked you, you had made sometime of bound with your teammates and they’re the closest thing you have to friends in the University.

Tonight was going to be a big one, you’re team was going to compete with one of the higher Universities that were made for vampires. All of you have trained for months non stop, awaiting such memorable moment. You are all have different strengths and abilities that make you work as a great team but with all the pressure that is being put, it’s making everyone nervous for the actual game. 

You were in the locker room, along with your team changing into your team uniform and listening to your coach’s speech. “You are all going to go out there and kick their asses. Play hard, use your abilities in your favor and don’t let anyone alone, this a team for god’s sake. Now, you have all been training and exercising for some time and that means I expect way better that you did last time and win. But there are a few pointers we have to discuss. As I say before every game, you have to play fair and that means no biting, no showing your fangs to intimidate, no showing off, and specially-” he stopped and looked at you dead in the eyes and said “no magic”. Then everyone turned to you but you responded “Yah, don’t worry about a thing coach! I mean, it’s not cheating if they don’t notice, right?” he just glared at you and continued “I don’t want any of your shenanigans out there tonight Y/N, play fair or I’m sitting you on the bench”. You huffed in annoyance and sat down as he continued his little speech.

The time came for the game to start. You walked outside with everyone and started stretching on the bench. Everyone look both anxious and ready. The bleachers were full of other students from both Universities, cheering on for their team. You could feel adrenaline starting to pump it’s way into your veins in excitement for what’s to come next.

Seconds later, the other team came out making all of your teammates turn their heads and stare in awe. They looked straight out from a magazine. They had slicked back shiny hair, clean and sharp uniforms, and determined expressions ans they walked to their side. As soon and they stepped foot on the field, you felt an odd sensation going throughout your body. Your heart started racing and you started feeling how sweat formed it’s way out your pores. You looked around until your eyes meet with the ones of a player from the opposite team and as you both made eye contact you knew why you felt the way you felt. 

Oh no, this can’t be. Not him, not now, you thought to yourself. You knew he was just as surprised as you because you could read the panic on his face as he realized you might be his mate. Neither of you pulled away from the eye contact, that is until your coach blew his whistle in your ear making you fall down at the sudden noise and cover your ears. “Come one, what are you doing? Staring at the other players? Take this seriously!” he stormed out leaving you like that in the ground. 

One of your teammates walked to you and extended their hand for you to take. You took it, standing up and they said “What happened to you there? We were calling for you and you just stood there looking out to the other side of the field” you looked over your shoulder into the direction where the boy was. You directed your look elsewhere and replied before walking into the field “Trust me, you don’t want to know”

We walked in the field and started the game. As you played you noticed he kept stealing glances of you but as soon as you look at him looking at you, he would turn away with an angered expression. You tilted your head in confusion for his actions. Why did he look so angry? Is it because of the whole mate thing that happened a few minutes ago? you thought. You figured that if he was angered because of you, that could be an advantage to use on the field and win the game. A smirk crawled it’s way on your lips as you look back at said guy and wink at him only to see his expression change from surprised to angered again.

The game was almost over and everything has gone to your advantage so far. You have been nothing but flirtatious (on purpose, of course) to your supposed mate and it made his blood boil. You were clearly nothing like he imagined his mate would be. He kept glaring at you, eyes turning blood red but you just didn’t bother to get angry, it’s not like you had chosen him, it just happened.

Only a few minutes were left before the game ended and it was tied, one goal and your team would win for sure. From the corner of your eyes you saw one of your teammates struggling to get pass another player that attempted to steal the soccer ball from they. An idea popped in your head as you smirked. “A little help wont hurt” you mumbled to yourself. With a movement of your hands you used your magic to make the path of the other team players completely slippery. A few seconds later you saw as they tried to run after the ball but tripped onto the ground, making your teammate’s run for the goal easy.

They goaled and you heard the whistle, meaning it was over and you had won! You ran to your team and started jumping up and down in excitement. As you cheered, you felt a tap on your shoulder and before you even turned around you already knew who it was because of the pounding in your chest. You turned to look at him but before any of you spoke, he pushed you hard into the ground, knocking the wind out of you. You landed harshly in the grass and lifted you head to look at him. His eyes were still blood red and his fangs were starting to come out. You had to admit, he was pretty darn good looking but he clearly has some sort of anger issue.

“What the fuck was that?” you shouted at him “I should be asking you the same thing, what the fuck was that?” he shouted back as he straddled your hips. You lifted your hands to his chest to push him back but he was stronger than you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, now get off me!” you said and he stopped his movements “Oh so your going to pretend you didn’t just mess with the field using your little magic?” you opened your eyes widely.

You are definitely in big trouble now. No one was supposed to see you using your powers, if people find out your team would be eliminated. You cursed yourself internally as you turned to look at him again. Struggling with your hands to get away from his grip, you said “I didn’t do shit, you’re just a sore loser” he chuckled at your comment and leaned his head down to yours. He whispered “Either you tell them or I do. You have before my team leaves to talk” and as you were going to say something back a voice was heard from behind the two of you.

“What the hell are you two doing down there?!” one of the coaches shouted, walking closer to us. The boy turned back to you and said “Time is ticking” and with that he got off you and walked back to his team, towards the locker room. You knew this was your fault and you had to fix it, otherwise you’d be out the team and everyone would definitely hate you.

You decided to talk to him to try and persuade him into keeping his mouth shut. There was also something inside you that craved being close to him again, even closer than you were when he rudely threw you on the field. But you push those feelings a side and ignored them.

You walked towards the locker room where his team was in. Now, you had to change your appearance because there was no way you would get in looking like you. You changed your body to look like their coach’s appearance and walked in. The only thing you could remember from the boy, since he never told you his name, was that he was the number 04 on his team. You blew on your whistle to get the attention of the players and said “I need to have a word with number 04, give us a minute” they looked at you and nodded at your command leaving the room. As they left, you closed the doors and changed to your normal body.

The only noise that was heard on the room was the sound one of the showers that was on. You were about to go look for him but the sound of water stopped and it was followed by footsteps. Then he came out, glistening skin, wet hair and a towel loosely wrapped around his torso. “You said you wanted to speak with- What the hell are you doing in here? Get out, you freak!” he said as he lifted his head and noticed it was you instead of his coach. You quickly walked to him and slapped your hands on his mouth, if someone heard so much yelling your plan would fail and you’d humiliate yourself even more.

“Calm down. I came here to talk to you so stop shouting” you said to him but he just ignored you “I don’t care! There’s nothing to talk about, I already told you what would happen if you don’t speak up. Now if you excuse me, I have to get dressed and leave to tell my coach the other team has a witch on their side” he said as he walked past you to his bag of clothes. In panic, you used your magic to snatch his clothes from him. The bag landed on your side, you grabbed it and walked over to the showers, turned one of them on and dropped the bag right were the water fell.

“Oops, look like you’re going no where” you said with fake surprise in your face. He huffed loudly and stomped his way towards you. He pushed you forcefully to the wall where the showers were and water started pouring down the two of you. He slammed his hands around you, trapping you in his embrace as he looked deep into your eyes with a furious gaze. “You… witch. I can’t believe you. I don’t know you but I already fucking hate you” he said “You’re lucky I fed before the game, otherwise I would’ve sucked your blood dry, you brat”

He kept spitting nasty comments to you but you were distracted. He was so close to you that you could feel how fast his heart was going. You could feel his breathing, you could feel him. You knew he felt it too but he was more concentrated on being mad at you at the moment.

You interrupted him and said “Are you sure this is about the game or about something else?” he stopped and stared at you. Both your heart beats seemed to grow louder by the second. “It’s not like there’s someone to blame, we don’t get to choose who” you said in a softer tone. For a moment you thought he had calmed down until he opened his mouth again. “Why did I get stuck with you? A bratty, cheating, useless vampire witch?” he said “I deserve much better than this”

You jaw almost dropped as you heard said words come out of him. How could someone be so rude to someone’s they don’t even know? You thought you were a bitch but he really topped you. You furrowed your eyebrows and said “Oh and you think you’re so perfect right? Who’d want to be with such self-absorbed prick? You think you’re so much superior than me, when in reality you’re just as bad or even worse of an asshole than me”

And with that he had it. You thought he was going to hit you but what really happened caught you by surprise. He crashed his lips with yours and started hungrily kissing you. The kiss was nothing but hard and rough. He placed one of his hands on your hair, pulling it, and the other on your waist pushing you closer to him.

You could do nothing but melt into arms and forcefully kiss him back. Your tongues fought for dominance but his won as his hands landed in your ass, giving it a hard squeeze. You moaned into the kiss and felt as he smirked while kissing you.

He started growing impatient and tugged at your shirt. He pulled away from the kiss and practically ripped it off your wet body. He connected his lips with yours and his hands started traveling to the back of your bra. He quickly undid the clasps, letting it drop to the floor and leaving nothing to imagination. He placed his hands in your breast, massaging them and giving your nipples a little twist, making you moan in pleasure.

This was your turn now to grow impatient as you kept feeling your lower parts getting heated but no action happening where you really needed it. You whined to him “Please, I need more” he continued playing with your nipples and said teasingly “What is that I hear? Is the little brat now begging for me, huh?”

You groaned “Just fuck me, will you?!” you said desperate to feel something. He just chuckled at you and said “Well, if you insist” and with that he turned you around making you face the wall. He took of his towel with a swift motion, revealing his throbbing member and pushed down your shorts giving him a great view of your ass.

He stroked his member a few times before rubbing the head on your folds. You moaned at the friction and said “Please, just put it in” making him smirk and say to you in your ear “You’re my bitch now”. And as he finished speaking, he slammed his member in you. You moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. You were already wet to begin with so it wasn’t that hurtful.

He started thrusting in and out of you with force, his pace growing faster and faster each time. You were not able to say anything as you were feeling so much pleasure. All you could do is moan loudly and try to focus on how good you were feeling.

His breaths were getting heavier and heavier as he pushed deeper into. He grabbed your hair with one hand and grabbed one of your breasts with the other. The sound of skin slapping and his low groans filled your ears, turning you even more it that was possible.

You started feeling as heat grew on your lower parts and your climax was closer. Your breaths were heavier and shorter as you felt out of breath. You shouted “I’m g-gonna cum!” and with that, you felt a wave of euphoria explode throughout your body. You orgasm hitting you harder than you ever thought. You felt as your walls clenched around him, making him closer to his orgasm. He hissed and a few seconds later loudly exclaimed “Fuck, fuck, fuck”. He thrusted rapidly into your walls and let his seed shoot inside you. He thrusted a few more times, slowing his pace, milking both your highs.

He pulled his member out of you, cum seeping out of your core. Both of you were still breathing heavily. And right as he was about to speak, a knocking was heard on the doors followed by some one, you assumed one of the players, yelling “Hurry the hell up Baekhyun, we’re about to leave!”. After all this time now I know his name, Baekhyun, you thought in your head as you looked at him.

A/N: I hope y’all liked it. It’s my first smut so be easy on meee. I’m a bit sick so I’ve been sucking at updating stories but i’ll release more sooner. Any questions or thoughts you can leave them on my inbox or messages. Take care, hunty *throws little kissies*

how to get into sfx (”horror”) makeup

I recently made a post about how to get into makeup, but in it I only talked about traditional, “pretty” makeup. I didn’t address the creepier side of it at all. I’ve heard a LOT of people say that they think SFX makeup is really interesting and that they would love to start experimenting with it, but they have no idea what products to buy or how to use them. I’ll warn you now – FX products are not cheap, and some of them can be a little intimidating the first time you use them, but once you get used to working with them, it’s really fun! With this kind of makeup, you can really transform yourself; the only limit is your imagination. I’ve only been into SFX for the last year or so, so I’m still learning and building up experience, but I think I’ve more or less mastered the basics. I feel like this kind of makeup is really more of an art form than traditional makeup, and (as with any other kind of art) you can really see yourself progress as an artist over time.

like with traditional makeup, there’s a few basic products that I recommend starting your collection with:

  • liquid latex (This is probably the product you’ll use the most in your projects. It’s easy to use, easy to remove, and not too expensive. Latex is most commonly used to create “fake skin” for fake wounds.)
  • face paint (Unfortunately, I can’t link you to the palette I use, because it came as part of a makeup kit. There are three common formulas: water-activated paints, alcohol-activated paints, and cream paints/grease paints. I recommend starting out with cream paints, because they’re the safest, easiest to use, and most forgiving of the three.)
  • a bruise wheel (These are special paints with a creamy, easy-to-blend formula, used to create realistic-looking bruises. If you don’t want to buy one, you can get the same effect with a combination of very dark red lipstick and black eyeshadow. I do recommend the bruise wheel though, because the yellow and green colors are really good for making your skin look sick or infected.)
  • coagulated blood (There are two types of fake blood. This one is the thick, clotted, nauseating kind. It doesn’t smear or run as easily as the more liquid-y blood does, and it adds an extra layer of icky texture to wounds.)
  • squirt blood/fresh blood/standard fake blood (This stuff looks like fresh blood. Different brands market it under different names, but they’re all the same: runny, deep red, and a complete mess. It’s super fun to work with, but you WILL ruin whatever clothes you’re wearing.)

Those products cover the basics, and it’s a good idea to master them before you move on to less forgiving SFX products. If you need ideas/examples, try one of these tutorials: x x  They’re both pretty easy, so they’re good “first attempt” looks to help you get used to the products.

Here are some other commonly-used FX products that you might run into:

  • rigid collodion (This is one of the scariest FX products to use, so I definitely DO NOT recommend experimenting with it until you’ve mastered the basics. This product puckers your skin in a way that creates very realistic fake scars, but if you don’t remove it properly, or apply it in the same place several days in a row, or put it on your lips or eyes, you could seriously damage your skin. I HAVE used it before and I was fine, so you don’t need to be afraid of it, but if you’re going to use it, be careful and make sure you know what you’re doing.)   
  • scar wax (This is literally just modelling wax for your face. I’ve seen it used with rigid collodion or alone to create scars or wounds, and used on its own to make prosthetic noses and brows. I have some, but haven’t used it yet, but my understanding is that it’s very easy to use.)
  • spirit gum (This is an adhesive, used for gluing prosthetics to your face. I’m pretty sure you need a special removal liquid to get it off, but I haven’t used it yet so I am by no means an expert. On the rare occasion that I do have prosthetics, I just glue them on with a little liquid latex.)
  • tooth fx (It’s paint for your teeth. You have to make sure your teeth are completely dry before you can put it on, and you have to make sure the paint is dry before you can close your mouth, but it looks really cool. It comes in lots of colors, from black to blood red to nicotine yellow.) 

Honestly, if you’re serious about getting into SFX, I recommend getting a stage makeup kit. It’s the easiest way to get all the basic products at once, and it’s actually cheaper than buying them all individually (like I said, FX products aren’t cheap). I got the Mehron Special FX Kit (which has all of the products I mentioned in this post in it) for my birthday last year, and it’s been a really great introduction. While some of the products aren’t the best quality, they’re good for learning and starting out. As you run out of things, you can replace them with better quality products.

Here are some tips and tricks to remember when you’re working with these new products:

  • ALWAYS DO AN ALLERGY TEST BEFORE USING A PRODUCT ON YOUR FACE. Testing products is really easy: I just apply them to the back of my non-dominant hand and leave them on for a couple of hours to see if I have a reaction. The only time I’ve used rigid collodion was when I recreated the Outsider’s brand from Dishonored, which doubled as my allergy test for the product. (And it did break me out, so I don’t use collodion anymore.) I really cannot stress how important allergy tests are – this is definitely a “better safe than sorry” kind of thing. 
  • You can use spirit gum near (but not on) your hair, as long as you have the proper removal liquid to get it off. This makes spirit gum the ideal adhesive for attaching things like elf ears, horns, ect.
  • With the bruise wheel, a little product and a lot of blending goes a long way. 
  • If you plan to work with latex a lot, I recommend buying a ton of cheap cosmetic wedge sponges to apply it with, because you will ruin every sponge you use for latex after one use.
  • Like with pretty makeup, I recommend buying a set of professional makeup brushes for this. DO NOT USE YOUR REGULAR BRUSHES FOR FX MAKEUP. YOU WILL RUIN THEM. (The Mehron kit I have came with several brushes, and you could also use normal paintbrushes as long as they’re soft and made from material you aren’t allergic to.)
  • You can create realistic-looking fake skin by layering liquid latex with very thin strips of tissue paper. Warning: doing this takes forever, because you have to wait for each layer to dry completely before adding the next one.
  • Don’t worry if your makeup doesn’t end up looking exactly like it did in your head, or exactly like your reference picture. SFX looks are very forgiving, because they don’t have to be neat, or pretty, or symmetrical. In fact, for most horror makeup, messier is better.
  • Contouring the hollows of your cheeks and your temples with a black or dark grey eyeshadow is a great way to instantly look more sunken in and skeletal (especially if you already have a white or grey foundation on). 
  • You can make your own foundation shades for whatever monster you’re creating by mixing face paint (or matte eyeshadow pigments) with your normal foundation. Foundation + white face paint = vampire. Foundation + grey (and maybe a tiny bit of green) paint = rotting corpse/zombie. And mixing your own colors is really fun! 

And finally,

  • Don’t be afraid to try new things, and don’t expect all of your SFX looks to turn out the way you wanted them to, especially at first. No one starts out as an expert. Remember the first time you tried to use liquid eyeliner? Be patient with yourself, and take on new challenges as you master basic skills. 

I hope at least a few of you found this helpful. If you have any additional questions, feedback, or product recommendations, or if you’re an old SFX pro who has advice/constructive criticism for me, please message me! I love hearing from you guys! I’m also open to take requests for tutorials (horror makeup or traditional makeup), if there’s something specific you want to know how to do (or at least see my take on it). 

“I’m only human can’t you see,

I made-I made a mistake,

Please just look me in my face,

Tell me everything’s okay”

I forgot ugly flower fairy was a character that exists but then I remembered and it made me so mad so now you have to remember too

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Stranger in a Crowd

Prompt: Imagine Remy LeBeau (Gambit) seeing you in a crowded street and he just has to meet you.

Word Count: 1782

Warnings: Maybe language? A non gorey fight scene? Other than that it’s pure unadulterated fluff, y’all.

Note: Beta’d by the great @like-a-bag-of-potatoes. Also, this is my first Gambit fic and I REALLY wanted a southern fic lately.

Tags: @munlis @amarvelouswritings


Remy’s POV

Tonight wasn’t as humid as it usually was around Mardi Gras, but my lord, it was warm. The sea of bodies didn’t help a thing, either. My eyes scanned the crowd as I walked, checking for any threats. I hadn’t been bothered in a few weeks, which was nice, so tonight, in celebration of Fat Tuesday, why not have a little game of cards with some poor unsuspecting fellow at a nice watering hole? Of course, the French Quarter was crawling with tourists as beads flew, the smell of alcohol sweeping the streets, the perfume of seafood hitting my nostrils as I walked along, the warm air clinging to my skin like a blanket.

I had to find a good bar, and soon. The sun was setting, casting a handsome pinkish blue into the sky above us, but when the sun sets in New Awlins, lord, you better hold onto your hat here in the French Quarter.

Just as I looked up, I saw her. Her face was…it was like lookin’ into the face of an angel. My word…Her lips, her eyes, her mere presence was piercing. The way her hair swirled as a cool wind whipped through the streets and alleys. I don’t know what it was about her but she was completely captivatin’. Like a siren in the night, I was drawn to this girl.

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Title: “The Spooky Truth with Dr. Jones,” (½)

Summary: Emma Swan is a podcaster looking for a semi-interesting story. Dr. Killian Jones is a paranormal investigator who doesn’t believe in the paranormal. Emma Swan absolutely does not want to write this story—but it seems to be writing itself. A CS Black Tapes AU.

Notes: This delightful little AU was 100% inspired by The Black Tapes, a seriously awesome fictional horror podcast that you can listen to for free. Which you should. Right now. I’d like to thank and/or notify a # of awesome people who helped with this: @seastarved @zengoalie @ofshipsandswans @abbadons-little-witch @the-reason-to-sail-home @businesscasualprincess @swanandapirate (who also wrote a podcast AU, so if you like this, you should probably check it out). Also on Ao3.

+ Honestly, the worst thing about this job is the constant threat of, “You have a face too pretty for radio,” every time she has to conduct an interview with some bland fuck-boy that the country has suddenly decided is worth her time. If not for the occasionally tedious subject matter and overeager interviewees, it would be damn near perfect.

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destiny pt.6;

 summary: you’re just about ready to give up on life altogether; your love life is in ruins, you’ve lost your job, and your family couldn’t care less about you… and then you meet your blushing guardian angel, and maybe life isn’t so bad after all.

⇢ relationship: jeon jungkook/reader, min yoongi/reader.

⇢ genre: supernatural, angel!au, demon!au, romance, thriller.

⇢ words: 4.9k

⇢ warnings: violence.

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a/n: I was listening to music while I wrote and I found this song that I think you could listen to as part of kook’s perspective! here it is

Jungkook had wondered time and time before what it would be like for people to perceive him like they do other humans, to take his presence into enough consideration that they’d move out of his way if they walked toward each other on the street, or to mind his shoulder when they squeezed past him. He had even wondered what it would like to be stared at, like he’d seen people do to others all the time. But with Jaebum, a grown man with an unsettlingly stern gaze glaring holes into Jungkook’s forehead, he would’ve liked to melt into his seat instead.

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Kill ‘Em With Kindness - PART SIXTEEN

Originally posted by wlwhc

Bucky Barnes x Reader

You had been detected. You were now on their radar. You’re recruited for one mission only. You are trained and put to the test. With your background, everyone realizes it was a mistake recruiting a college student who would soon be faced with the one thing that drove her to kill in the first place.  

Warnings: mentions of violence; mentions of character death; swearing; mentions of blood; GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF INJURIES

Word Count: 3,741 

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen… I want to ruin you.”

“You’re too late.”

A/N: Almost finished with this series, guys! Just three more parts!


“What did you do?” you yelled, struggling to stand on your shaking feet. Once you lifted yourself, you clutched at your stomach. The two stabs wounds were deep and there was no way Tony was going to be able to get this much blood out in a single wash. 

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“Why do you trust me enough to help you?” FAHC/Ryan x Reader

Pairing: Reader x Ryan Haywood/Vagabond


Warnings: Swearing, drug mention

You were a mysterious criminal in Los Santos, known as the NightWonderer. This was because you dealt with most of your crimes at nights, in the shadows, without anyone knowing what you looked like. You were often depicted as a man of secrets. the gender roll you didn’t mind as it left for more mystery. Though you had a lot of money, you still enjoyed the thrill of killing people and robbing them of everything they had. However, there were people standing in your way. Not the cops, they were easy to take out. One of your greatest enemies was Vagabond, and the rest of the Fake AH Crew. He and you were very alike, both in the front line, both with your heads in all the action, the newest weapons at your disposal.

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Oops. I hurt my poor Art boy. I blame @alcordraws, @lowat-golden-tower, and @galaxy-starheart for adding onto this pain and not discouraging me from developing this idea when i first had it. You are complicit.

Artiplier likes the Host. He is someone who lost his sight, something essential to his craft, but who can still can do what he loves, even better than before. And he knows what happened. How the Host was promised power and life from Dark in exchange for his eyes. Still, Artie thinks, Host has wonderful new powers and manages despite his blindness, and he can’t help but admire the opportunity the Author was given.  Besides, while Host has to deal with Dark lurking over his shoulder, he doesn’t have to deal with a demon in his head.

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Mega-Mew’s Theory on Pokémon blog Aesthetics.

Through this research, I’ve “attempted” (in the biggest possible speech marks you can find) to analyse these 3 blogs and what makes their aesthetics a success. Let’s get started. First: @askanrattata

Rattata’s art style refers to a perfect blend between simplicity and realism in her drawings. The Pastel colour palette allows easy viewing on the eyes, and is constantly pleasant to look at. The main aesthetic of rattata is also to make things as circular as possible to almost everything in her drawings. Her thumbs, the tuffs of fur around her neck resembles that of a fluffy coat, and even her whiskers tend to be either bigger than usual or smaller just to satisfy that tolerance of the circular width-to-height ratio. This is seen when comparing the original Rattata’s whiskers to that of the blog’s rattata. In other news, the blogs rattata fallows more biology or real life rats compared to that of Pokemon’s original Rattata. the eyes show more black and leave little room for the white of the eye, perfect for Rattata’s more simplistic and cartoonish expressions shown in the image above. There’s also the hind legs that are shown to be thicker and resemble that of a real rat. This allows the gravity balance of Rattata and her ability to constantly stand up, giving a more human feel behind her. Lastly, outlining is important, but it’s not always acceptable. the black of lines stand out, and if constantly drawn, each block of colour becomes it’s own separate entity (sort of). The colours are also given a chance to shine as no lighting or shading is necessary for this simplistic rat, although there are some orange triangles in certain areas to resemble some shade, from the left ear and arms. (see below)

In short, Rattata’s art style resembles that of a real rat, with some changes to make her appearance more friendly, both in the contour of her drawings as well as the pastel colour palette.

Next is @daily-zorua

Unlike Rattata, Zorua’s colour palette is more “in your face” than anything. The contrast of the colours have deepened, and some colours have been completely removed such as the irises. Some of the body parts have also changed such as the tail, with the black and red motif similar to the tuff of hair on his head. Similar to Gardevoir, the blog’s Zorua allows his whiskers to become similar length to his ears, allowing a more circular, if not square shape to his head. Extra features have also been given to Zorua by reference to real foxes; the snout extends and the nose becomes bigger, taking up roughly 70% of the top of the snout. There’s also some really nice touches with dots for whiskers, and the canine maw looks inside the maw (see below). For comedic effect, more human expressions are given to Zorua by changing the eyes, the red eyebrows shift to give the expression instead of being a resemblance to Original Zorua’s shifty and mischievous nature, and the lower jaw’s length (see top image). Lastly, the fur around the neck expands like Rattata, and is darkened to give more attention to the head. Again, no shading is required.

Lastly, @occasionallysalazzle

Even out of her own blog, she’s still trying to spray away her reference by trying to neglect everything a Salazzle is: A shifty, almost succubus-like fire lizard. Colour is completely neglected except for character’s outlines, which only makes them more 2D than they already are. This makes them simple to draw, and leaves room for lots of editing in body structure. For starters, it’s obvious that Salazzle doesn’t follow her Pokemon reference, nor does she for her IRL counterpart, which makes Salazzle so unique and simple: There are so many aspects of comedy out there in the media, and with Salazzle’s non-existent colour-scheme and simple humanoid-yet-cartoonish body structure, she can fit into any category of comedy she deserves, but more or less likely slapstick comedy. While a original Salazzle has features such as narrow feminine eyes, long feet and hands, thin arms and a flickering tail, Occasional-Salazzle holds none of it; She’s her own woman and proud of it! She can be wherever she wants to be and she owns it. Her body structure is more cartoonist humanoid, and that means more circular and square shapes in her body structure, while holding some triangles for her natural species archetypes and is still recognizable.

That’s all for now. Thank you for reading this quick attempt at analyzing artists of the Pokemon community. If you want me to analyse more blogs, or want to touch up on what I have probably missed out on, contact me either through messenger or the ask box. I hope this also helps with anyone aspiring to make it big in the community, so long as you also have passion for it, but hey, don’t take my word for it.

from @ask-mega-mew

I have a confession to make: I’ve been slacking on the omgcp train because… I got a Nintendo Switch… and the new Zelda is just too good

It did get me thinking about how the Haus (really the frogs) would react if someone brought home a Nintendo Switch though. Probably Bitty (who’s in his senior year at this point)? As a gift from Jack, who bought it deciding he wanted to give it a try after a life of non-video gaming? The two probably had some fun playing Zelda and 1, 2 Switch in Providence but decided it was too much of a time-suck for the two of them (senior year, Bitty’s Samwell captaincy, NHL captaincy), so Bitty drags it along with him back to Samwell.

Of course, Chowder’s been keeping track of Nintendo stuff, and his family/friends back home have been posting on social media about it, taunting him, when he knows they’re sold out within a twenty-mile radius of campus, so the boy is DYING to play it. When he sees the Switch in front of the television downstairs, he lets out a squeal an opera singer would applaud at. Nursey and Dex are very confused.

Nursey and Dex have probably all played at least a few staple video game franchises in their childhood, but Nursey abandoned them kind of quickly in his attempts to “chill”, and Dex couldn’t really afford consoles as a kid, so he’s only really played them at someone else’s house or something. Chowder plays a bit of Zelda with them as witnesses, and they pass it off as “cool” and go on with their day. (Very reminiscent of a certain confession about someone dating a certain professional hockey player tbh)

Except they’re secretly fascinated by it. For different reasons. They sneak downstairs and swipe it to play for a few hours when they know everyone else is in class. Sure, they both know fuck-all about the plot, but they get the basic premise – walk around, explore, complete quests, kill monsters, stop Ganon – and that’s more than enough for them.

Dex loves it like he loves any good puzzle. An encampment of monsters hoarding a treasure chest to themselves? Obviously, it’s time to start a fire and ride the updraft it produces to get the drop on them. Enemy that’s way too big to take out one on one in a thunderstorm? Bait it with food and turn that sucker into a lightning rod by chucking something metal. Dex is all about this. (He does, however, wish you could repair equipment instead of passively watching it slowly get worn down.)

Nursey’s more into the exploration and the sights. He’s a hazard to himself, really. Chowder leaves off after the introductory tutorials and dungeons, and Nursey decides it’s a good idea to make a beeline for the castle swirling with black and purple clouds and a ravenous demon circling it. He dies. A lot. Until something pretty and glowing red calls his attention to the east, at which he point he turns his focus on it. And dies. Again. A lot. Even death in this game - in the form of crisp, deep red laser beams and soft blue, plush as hell explosions - is a thing to behold. There’s just too many beautiful sights and only four measly hearts to spare, but Nursey’s a trooper. Or a troubadour. Whatever. He perseveres.

And the game is great! What’s not great is the fact that, at least twice a week, the two of them have a similar gap between classes, and they are itching to play. They’ve only played individually though, and they’re probably not looking to share, until one day, Dex cracks and asks, “If I get the game for the first hour, you get it for the next, and we just trade off, okay?” Nursey’s indignant and puts on a front to make things difficult, even though it’s a pretty reasonable offer, but ultimately gives in. Dex returns with the Switch in his hands like a kid stealing a cookie from a cookie jar.

But playing/watching each other play is an exercise in restraint.

Dex wants to work through whatever obstacles and monsters are in his way and complete the main story, but Nursey keeps pointing out randomly glowing things off in the distance no less than twice a minute, and it drives Dex crazy. He blows himself up on his own explosives no less than twice the first time they do this. It’s hard to play while swatting Nursey’s grabby hands away from the screen. (He also gets his hands on some pretty swanky treasure and weaponry thanks to Nursey’s observational skills, but he doesn’t say anything about that.)

Nursey just wants to go climb those icy peaks with the three oddly conspicuous conifers all in a row at the top, or go wander deep into that forest with the monstrously large skeleton in the center as dusk falls, but Dex is just screaming at him and playing backseat Zelda player the whole time. “You can’t go up there. You don’t even have a jacket for the cold! You’re gonna die!” or “Exactly what part of traipsing over the corpse of a dead monster, in a forest where there’s nothing else but undead monsters, is a good idea, Nurse?” Nursey starts to listen after the (reanimated!) skeleton sits on him to death a few times. Dex gives him the idea to maybe wait until the sun comes up before approaching the thing again, and if Nursey waits until Dex isn’t in the room before he tries it, well, that’s just a coincidence. (A coincidence with some kick ass swords as a prize, but hey.)

The third week they do this, Nursey grabs the Switch first and tries to suggest something new. “Yo, instead of us just messing with each other and pissing each other off, maybe we can just, you know…” He waves a hand in between them, half-sure Dex is going to do that squinty thing with his eyes to tell Nursey he’s making no sense and say no.

“Yeah, I actually did some research on that skeleton that dropped its ass on you last time. It turns out it-”

“Wait, bro, are you saying yes to this?” A pause. “And did you seriously just call googling Zelda tips and tricks ‘research’?”

Dex goes red in the face, and Nursey’s almost sure he’s about to take back his tentative agreement until Dex, the dick that he is, makes a solid case for why they should be working together. “Look, the game rewards exploration, and you’ve clearly got some affinity for the type of shiny things game designers set up as bait, but none of the survival skills. We’ve got what the other lacks.” Nursey’s mouth splits into a shit-eating grin. “Just work with me, Nurse.”

Nursey turns his head up in mock reconsideration for a second before remembering he’s one who asked in the first place; he knows it’s fruitless to keep it up any longer. So, he just does what comes naturally and opens his mouth again. “Aw, Dexy, that’s probably the sweetest thing you’ve said to me this year.”

And so begin their new Zelda escapades, whereby Dex picks an objective related to the main quest, and Nursey points out things that might be worth checking out on the way to their destination. They still trade off every hour, but there’s a lot less dying, and a lot more sweet, sweet treasure.

Chowder gets back from class early one day, and considers giving himself some Switch time before he notices it’s not in the dock. He decides he’ll live and is about to turn down the hall to his room when he hears some very distinctive piano notes echoing weakly from the attic.

‘Those fakers,’ he thinks to himself. He creeps up the stairs and swings open the door at the top, a chirp on his lips when he sees them. The chirp dies on the spot.

They’re both conked out, and Dex is lying next to Nursey on the bottom bunk, his head most definitely resting on his shoulder. Nursey’s is resting on top of his, the Switch still in his hand by the floor of his bed.

Chowder just giggles and snaps a picture of them before turning back around and leaving.

(Blackmail, he decides, is an even better way to get Switch time.)

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For the 1000 followers thing; Shiro & Keith, 13.

It’s the 1000 Followers Special!  Based on these prompts.  Prompts are now closed.  Don’t want to see all 35 of these?  Block ‘1000 Followers Special’.  Can’t read on mobile?  These will slowly be posted to AO3 starting in a few days as ‘Hold Up Half the Sky’.  A huge thank you to Xagrok for the beta’ing! 

“What was that?” Lance burst out, sudden and startled.  “I- woah.  Did anyone else see that?”

Hunk grunted as he yanked the Yellow Lion’s controls, dodging out of the way of laser fire.  “See what?  There’s lots of things to look at right now, you’re gunna have to be more specific.”

Over the intercoms, Keith could faintly hear tapping and beeping.  “Actually, I think I do.  There’s a little ship out there. Tiny thing.  Doesn’t look Galra.  What’s it doing there?”

“I dunno, but it’s getting in my way.  I keep trying to use the sonic blast but it- there, again!”  This time, Lance went quiet.  “Wait.  It’s not attacking me.”

“I hope not, it’s barely as big as one of the lion’s paws,” Keith replied, finally spotting the ship as it circled around.  This time it darted away from Lance, and a few of the ships turned out to follow it and fire, but none managed to get a lock.  “Definitely not one of theirs, look.  Princess, Coran?”

Coran let out a thoughtful noise.  “I don’t recognize the design, but look at them go.  I’m not sure what they think they’re doing, drawing all that attention in such a little craft, but they’re doing alright.  Attempting hailing now, but I suspect they’re a little busy at the moment.”

A traitorous thought took root in Keith’s head, and he swallowed hard.

Whoever that was, they were a hell of a pilot.  And there were billions of those in the universe.  But only one that Keith wanted it to be.

One that they hadn’t heard from in months.

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