i wanted to animate the snakes but then i decided that it will be too hard

Best Mistake - Part 4 - Smut

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2,958
AN: This is the last part! I hope you enjoyed this! Thanks to my child @celestial-writing for being up my ass about this fic lmao. Love you.

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Title: This Distance Hurts but I Live for These Moments 

Pairing: Link / Prince Sidon 

Rating: General 

Tags: fluff with a little angst, relationship communicating, sweet with a little sad, fish prince loves a blondie 

Summary: Link and Sidon spend some time together after being apart for a couple of months but growing worries and fears about their relationship pop up and demand to be recognized

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He didn’t know the name of the gently rolling river in front of him but it was a gloriously welcome sight.

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Isak and Sana’s friendship - throughout the years

The last one gets really really long because I couldn’t stop - I kinda have so many more of these so remind me to do a part 2 sometime <3 if you like of course :)

when Isak and Sana have to prepare for their final exams in third year, Even helps Isak plan a big study session at their apartment. 

  • there are colourful cushions all over the floor with books stacked in a pile. 
  • Even has freshly baked brownies placed in the centre, 
  • and calming music playing in the background. 
  • Isak claps his hands, raises one eye brow at Sana and exclaims “lets do this” 
  • they spend the afternoon quizzing each other, yelling at their text books and eating all the sugar Even throws at them before deciding they’ve had enough and going out for pizza

When they graduate, the two hug (something rare for both of them) 

  • but they struggle to let go, 
  • when they do Isak blinks his eyes 
  • and Sana laughs at him for crying 
  • I just got a fucking eyelash in my eye okay?!
  • mmhmm that’s it Isabel
  • but Isak doesn’t know that Sana is struggling not to cry either. Thank god she chose to wear waterproof mascara today. 
  • Even forces the two to get together as he takes over a million photos of them
  • Eveeeeeen I think you got enough
  • Isak are you crying?
  • fy faen

Turns out the bio dream team ended up both studying at the university of Oslo

  • Isak is studying med, Sana is studying politics, but still….
  • somehow they manage to compete and challenge each other for the better
  • I can’t do this Sana, I give up. Why did I even bother, I am an idiot. I should just drop out
  • oh okay I didn’t realise you were a coward
  • what
  • you too scared of work huh?
  • sana nei I-
  • wanna do something easy?
  • but I just
  • or do you want to work hard and accomplish your dream like the nerd I know you are?
  • well when you put it like that
  • okay give me your book, I bet I can answer more questions than you
  • Isak grins
  • your on Sanasol

When Isak asks Even to marry him (by hiding the ring in their bottle of kardammome and insisting Even makes him a kardamomme sandwich even tho it tastes like balls) Sana is the first person he calls after screaming with the boy squad for an hour

  • You learnt to tie your shoe laces? well Isak that’s-
  • nei Sana he said YES
  • she pauses for a few seconds before whispering “you did it?” 
  • I DID IT
  • He said yes?
  • well of course he said yes, that boy looks at you like your god or something
  • that’s cos I am
  • okay stop 
  • she smiles on the other end, her heart growing five sizes at the thought of her two best friends deciding to spend the rest of their lives together
  • congratulations Isak, I am so happy for you…you- you deserve this. 
  • Isak is gonna cry
  • Sana?
  • yeah Isabel?
  • will you-okay don’t laugh but- will you be our maid of honour?
  • Sana is speechless
  • wh-why me?
  • are you kidding? Sana it all began with you…you and your 10%
  • her beautiful laugh chimes down the phone
  • your practically my fairy godmother
  • oh my gosh say that again and you’ll have to find another maid of honour
  • well Eskild is keen for the job actually
  • Sana laughs 
  • fine i’ll do it
  • you’ll do it?
  • i’ll be honoured Isak

When Isak and Even bring home a baby girl from the hospital, Sana stands back as boy squad, girl squad, and the kollektivet fight over holding the tiny human. 

  • Okay give her to uncle Mags!
  • Magnus you have literally just held her for 45 minutes, i get her for two seconds and you ask for her back? piss off, Eva says as she presses her face against the small little head
  • Language! not in front of the baby Noora says horrified,
  • Vilde grins i’m gonna make her the cutest little aerobics outfit
  • Is baby aerobics even a thing? Jonas asks as he grabs for the baby
  • nei back off! Eva says
  • your being a baby hog Eva 
  • Eskild shakes his head disapprovingly
  • now give her to her gurumother
  • we told you that is not a thing Isak laughs 
  • I like it Even grins causing Isak to whack him playfully
  • Mahdi finally manages to steal little evak from Eva and holds her up to his face
  • hello angel
  • oh great now we’ll never get her Jonas groans
  • Sana is standing in the back staring intently at the cute cartoon animals Even painted on the wall
  • are you going to hold her? Isak’s voice startles her 
  • um what - uh nah I- I held her before
  • no you didn’t
  • yeah um i did
  • Isak gives her his snake glare
  • you don’t like my baby?
  • what? nei I
  • what’s wrong with my baby Sana?
  • oh my god
  • my baby not good enough for her aunt Sana
  • okay look
  • hold my baby Sana
  • Isak- kids are just…I like kids
  • you like kids?
  • yes I just
  • don’t like my kid
  • fy faen she breathes
  • LANGUAGE Noora shouts
  • Isak laughs 
  • Even Linn held her, why won’t you
  • okay fine oh my god
  • She marches over to where Vilde and Eva are tickling the child which is gazing up with big blue eyes laughing at virtually nothing
  • give me the child she says
  • Vilde looks up are you sure
  • Sana rolls her eyes yes i’m sure
  • she picks up the baby awkwardly and stares at it
  • she doesn’t get the appeal
  • Hi baby she says the baby opens it’s mouth and drools
  • you don’t do much do you?
  • the baby crinkles it’s eyes in a smile the way Even does and grows red like Isak does when he is embarrassed (which is a lot)
  • suddenly Sana grows warm. she sits down with the little girl in her arms and smiles at her 
  • well your not too bad I guess
  • suddenly she hears a flash from across the room
  • she looks up to see Even grinning behind a camera
  • GOT IT he says proudly high fiving Isak
  • Sana rolls her eyes you two are the worse she says 
  • she shakes her head at the baby 
  • your dads are so lame
  • the baby hums in agreement
  • i feel bad for you 
  • the baby pouts
  • i do and look at those guys over there
  • she lifts the baby up to show her Mahdi and Magnus playing with a stuffed duck and a stuffed bunny
  • and then you have Vilde and Eva
  • she gestures to the girls who are giggling over the baby sock with their arms around each other 
  • the baby coos
  • don’t it’s not cute
  • the baby tilts it’s head in interest
  • it’s not
  • the baby isn’t convinced
  • anyway then you have Noora and Eskild
  • the babies eyes follow where Sana is pointing
  • nei Eskild this is plastic, the baby can’t have plastic
  • oh my gosh Noora you are such a fun sucker 
  • excuse me?
  • i’m the fun gurumother you’re gonna be the old hag she tricks into giving her money
  • You are going to poison her!
  • Sana rolls her eyes
  • a mess I tell ya
  • The baby looks over at Chris who is choreographing a dance routine to the nursery rhyme playing from the music box Noora gave the baby
  • Sana smiles, yeah okay she’s special, she says 
  • the baby nods 
  • Jonas and Linn are in the corner discussing capitalism 
  • the baby raises her nonexistent eyebrows 
  • yeah okay I was surprised about that development too
  • then she finally lets the little girl look at her parents who are laughing at Magnus and Mahdi and trying to tell Noora and Esklid to chillI 
  • hope you realise how lucky you are Sana says pulling the baby close
  • I mean they are all crazy, but stick with me kid and i’ll help you through
  • The baby smiles, she likes that idea
  • the boys walk over to Sana after a few minutes
  • hows aunt Sana doing? Even asks
  • we have an understanding
  • She loves you Isak smiles, he loves seeing two of his favourite girls together like this
  • Even picks up his daughter “Okay Lily Flower time for lunch”
  • Isak grins brightly at seeing his baby in his mans arms
  • everyone is grinning actually
  • especially Sana

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~I… did my best? Sorry about the length… I got a bit too carried away. (-_-;)~

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There was just something about the way he looked slumped up and sitting against that alley wall that caught at your heartstrings as you were passing by. You had initially been led to that alley by a box of kittens you had seen earlier on your way to work. This time, though, you had a bottle of milk with you along with a small shallow bowl you had snuck out of the cafeteria during lunch. You can now feed them in peace and comfort. You just wish your apartment allowed pets so you could take them home.

You were looking for the kittens and found them playing all over the dark suited man with the old fashioned hat; a sight that was definitely not there earlier. Your personal experience with drunks told you he was not drunk. He looked far too troubled to be drunk. You came closer and one of the kittens went up to greet you. You gasped when you saw the blood on its fur.  Common sense led you to the conclusion that the man in the fedora was the one bleeding to death.

Scared, you helped him. Putting his arm over your shoulder and started helping him up, your brain trying to figure out what you should do. You thought about taking him to the hospital but then you felt something hard press against your side from his and when you investigated you found he had a gun on him.

After a slight mental meltdown of (“Oh my God, oh my God, he’s got a gun, please Lord don’t let him kill me, I’m going to go to jail!”) you decide to take him home and play doctor using Google searches and Youtube videos to stop the bleeding and stitch him up because, dammit, you can’t just leave him there to die. Just the thought of him lying here dying would never let you sleep again!

You stayed by his side until he woke up. And as you waited for him to open his eyes again you couldn’t help but notice that this was a beautiful man. But there was something broken about the expression on his face even in his sleep and somehow you couldn’t help but feel pity for him. This man was… not whole.

When he first opened his eyes your initial relief froze when he glared at you and somehow, you just knew he would have pointed a gun at your head had he been able to move or if you didn’t move the gun out of his reach. As it was you wondered if this was what small animals felt when snakes cornered them and gave them a death stare.

“Where am I?”

“My apartment,” you admitted wondering if you made a mistake taking him home. “I noticed the gun and… I didn’t think you’d want me to take you to a hospital with it on you.”

His brows furrowed even deeper. “How do you know I’m not just some drunkard who thinks it’s comfortable to sit in a dark, abandoned alley and wallow in his own misery?”

“You didn’t look like that kind of drunk.”

He raised a condescending brow at you and made you blush. “How would you know that?”

“Trust me, my dad was a mean drunk, Mister. If you’re the kind of drunk who likes to lie in dirty places then you wouldn’t have looked so… bothered.” The certainty in your voice made the hitman look up at you in surprise and a little amusement. “Besides, drunkards who wear suits like yours don’t find it comfortable to sit around in an alley like that. They usually have someone pick them up in a limo and take them to some five star hotel or ditch them at some fancy condo unit so they can roll around naked in their money. I’ve worked housekeeping in enough hotels to know how it is.”

Reborn sneered. “Thanks for the awesome deduction, Nancy Drew.”

The snark and the thought of him reading a childhood favorite of yours had you grinning at him, your fear melting away. If he knew about Nancy then surely he couldn’t be that bad. Right? “Your welcome, Hardy Boy.”

Your wit surprised a chuckle out of him. Which he regretted as pain shot up from his back and into his spine.

“Are you in pain?” You asked in concern as you stood up. “Gimme a sec, let me get you some pain meds.”

Reborn shot you an empty glare full of contempt and condescension. His next words hit you like a brick in the face. “You should have let me die.”

Your jaw dropped open in shock at the words out of this beautiful man’s mouth. It was a while before you even managed to form a thought. “Look. I don’t know what happened to you out there but surely someone somewhere would be happy you’re still alive.”

“No one’s probably even going to notice.”


“Can’t remember?”


“Not married.”


“Don’t have any.”

You bit your lip because you were feeling ridiculous and can’t help but feel you were being too nosy now. “Lover?”

He gave you an arrogant smirk. “Yeah. My exes would miss me but they’ll get over it. They always do.”

You threw your hands in the air and gave up. “Well, I got nothing. Guess now I know why you wanted to die so badly, Hardy Boy. Do me a favor, though? Can you like, die somewhere else after you’re well enough to walk? I’m not particularly experienced with having to dispose of dead bodies.”

Again he snorted in surprised laughter and again he regretted it. “Why can’t I move?”

“You’ve lost too much blood by the time I found you. Gimme a minute, I’ll get you something to eat along with those pain meds.”

As you fed and dressed his wounds Reborn eyed you warily, expecting more questions about the past and selfishly satisfying your curiosity. Instead, though, you amused him with your quips and teased him about being grumpy. It was as though you were absolutely determined not to be affected by his depression and for some reason this annoyed Reborn. With typical Reborn logic, that had annoyed the Vongola Decimo when he was younger, he thought that if he was miserable, everybody else should be miserable with him.

But your good cheer was like a force of nature in and of itself. He didn’t think anything could have brought down his iron will but you proved him wrong in the few days you had seen to his care.

While you were out at work, he tried walking around to find something else to read. You owned a few and the book you gave him was surprisingly something he liked but he had always been a fast reader and he was finished in a couple of hours with it. He discovered a letter hidden in your drawer while he was looking for something else to pass the time with and read it out of boredom.

The content infuriated him beyond speech and he confronted you about it the moment you got home.

“Okay, Hardy Boy, let’s change your bandages.” You greeted him tiredly as soon as you entered the bedroom.

The sight of your tired face made Reborn’s anger rise several notches higher and he threw the letter at you before you could reach him. “Who the hell is this?!”

Your jaw hit the floor when you recognized the letter while your whole face burned red. “You went through my things?!”

“I was looking for a distraction, that novel was too short, now tell me!” he demanded through gritted teeth.

“What?! It took me a month to finish that book! And that’s none of your business.” You looked away and prepared the bandages. You refused to meet his furious gaze.

“He’s not your husband, you’re not wearing his name. You’re certainly not wearing a ring. What are you to him then?” he sneered and grabbed your wrist so tightly you were forced to meet his eyes. “His mistress?”

You blinked, the tears trying to explode from your eyes as the guilt and shame rolled over your chest like a wave. “Is it really so wrong to want to be loved? Even if it’s just for a little while…?”

Reborn wanted to kill something. Preferably large, lumpy and human. “BUT HE’S ASKING YOU FOR MONEY! WHERE THE HELL DOES HE GET THE NERVE?!”

“Yeah… You can say it’s my penitence for being a shameless woman.” Humiliation made your face pale as your sins were paraded before this stranger. He must think less of you now that he knew your deepest darkest secret. It had been nice… Having someone who didn’t judge her from past mistakes and talking to her for a while like they were friends. Oh well… You knew you were done for in polite society the moment you agreed to have an affair with a married man. Even now after it’s over, its shadow still haunted you. You bit your lip hard to keep the tears from falling. “Now show me your back. We need to get you wrapped up and clean. You wouldn’t want that wound to get infected, do you?”

It had required Reborn all his strength of will not to beat the subject into the ground where it belonged but he remained silent for your sake. Inwardly he wanted to find this man and bash his skull in. How could that bastard call himself a man?! Taking advantage of a lonely woman like that and then extorting from her?! He could understand if the woman was an absolute slut of a conscienceless bitch but you were different. You were kind. You’re funny. You smelled like heaven and sex and―

Reborn’s eyes caught your hand carefully tucking the letter in your pocket as you turned away and his rage flared out even more.

That’s it. The moment he’s out of here that son of a bitch is a dead, dead man.

“Hey, Hardy Boy?” he looked at you but you refused to meet his eyes. “Sorry you had to see that. Don’t worry, though. Just give it a couple more days and you won’t have to see me again. So don’t be too mean to me about this. Okay?”

You turned and ran from the room before you could see his piercing dark eyes turn into judging brim stones. You had managed to keep yourself together when other people gave you hell for being ‘the other woman’ in your former relationship with that man; but somehow the thought of having Reborn think so low of you made your knees weak. Made you want to stop existing in shame.

The next day you came home to find the small apartment empty. You had to lean against the bedroom door’s threshold for support when you saw the empty bed. He was gone. He probably left while you were away. So disgusted with your jaded past he wanted nothing to do with you anymore.

That night, as soon as you were ready for bed, grateful that you can use it again after a week of sleeping on the couch, you tried to tell yourself everything was alright like you always do. But as soon as you lay down you smelled his scent stuck to your pillows. The intoxicating smell of sunsets and bitter coffee mixed with expensive tobacco. Suddenly your tiny apartment felt much too large and empty…

You cry yourself to sleep.

That night you had a nice dream, though.

He was back.

He was unbuttoning your night gown from the neck down and raining kisses on every available skin he exposed. Your blanket is gone and your skirt was hiked up around your waist. His leg was rubbing sensuously between your thighs in a way that made your back arch. When his lips tenderly took in a nipple in his mouth and started laving it with his tongue the pleasure became so intense you moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Easy, Nancy Drew. We have all night.”

The words snapped you right out of the half-awake state you were in and your face burned red at the realization that you weren’t dreaming. You try to push him off but it was like moving a stone wall. “What are you doing?!”

“Reborn. My name’s Reborn,” he smirked down at you as he spread your legs wider so he could grind his hardness between your legs making you gasp. “And I’m going to do what I’ve been wanting to do since I got the feeling back in my body thanks to you.”

“Wha­― Wait! I thought you left!” you were holding his shoulders so tight you were surprised you hadn’t torn his shirt yet. You bit your lip against the sensations when he started peppering your neck with kisses and his large, rough hands started stroking the back of your legs in a way that made you helplessly gasp out his name. “Reborn!”

“Fuck,” he breathed, panting as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, trying to control himself. “That sounded better than I thought.”

“Y-you barely even know me!” you stammered out as you tried to keep yourself from writhing under the continued onslaught of his hands.

“I know enough to know that I want you.” He made sure to leave a mark on your collarbone as he slipped the nightgown off your shoulders. “I went out to string that son of a bitch up a tree by his toes. If he ever bothers you again, I’m breaking his skull in two.”

“Wait! You went to see― Ah!” Your words were cut off when he lightly bit your other nipple.

“Dammit, you’re so sensitive.” he whispered, breathing hard.


“You think you know guilt?” his voice was thick, seductive. You could almost taste the bitter taste of coffee down your throat as he kissed you; his tongue plundering inside your mouth. By the time he pulled away your head was spinning. “I kill people for a living. Your sins are nothing weighed against mine.”

Your throaty moan and the way you arched off the bed made Reborn grind between your legs more insistently, more eagerly than before. You watched as he knelt up and shamelessly freed his arousal from his pants all the while eyeing you with smoldering dark eyes that made you melt in a puddle of need. Gently he lifted your legs to remove your panties, his finger sliding inside you testing how ready you were for him.

“Reborn…” you sounded needy but you couldn’t help it. Especially since he made sure you were watching the way he was slowly thrusting his sex inside you. “Reborn…!”

“Damn it,” he panted against you as he thrust deeper. “Hearing you say my name makes me want to come. Go ahead, darling. Tell me you’re mine.”

Even as you lose your mind to the pleasure of his thrusts you promised yourself you won’t regret this. You wanted this. You wanted him. It didn’t matter if he left after. You were used to being abandoned, anyway.

But Reborn had other plans for you. Despite the guilt of dragging you into the dark world he was in he needed you too much to let you go. You were his.

He proclaimed it hoarsely as you came, trembling in his arms…


He had been foolish and careless.

He was expecting a simple job, really. He was supposed to corner the rat that was leaking information from the Vongola for another Mafia Famiglia and ‘get rid of him’ so he did. Takeshi managed to corner the man in an old apartment building. Had said his words of parting and slashed a sword through his chest. How was he supposed to know the man had a bunch of bombs strapped around his body and a dead man switch in his hand? But then again Takeshi had moved too quickly to find out about these little details.

He tried to outrun the explosion and managed to jump off down one floor to the balcony of the next apartment building over. He had been one millisecond too slow, however. Because a shrapnel from the explosion shot through his shoulder made him lose his balance and land on your balcony, already unconscious.

You rushed out at the sound of the explosion and was shocked at the sight of the bleeding man at your feet. Briefly, it occurred to you that he might be trying to rob you but when you saw the amount of blood pooling around him you kneel down by his side.

“Hello?! What happened?! Can you stand up?!”

No response.

You put your fingers on the inside of his wrist and felt a pulse before grabbing him from under his armpits and pulled him inside your apartment just in time before a bunch of police cars drove by. Looking it up and seeing whatever hit him was shot completely through his body you stop the bleeding and stitch him up as best you could. Your hands were a little unsteady and you had had to silently apologize every time you made a mistake but the man was so unconscious he didn’t even twitch. You thought about calling 911 but you couldn’t for fear of the attention it might bring. You liked your privacy just the way it was, thank you very much.

The next time Takeshi opened his eyes you were there waiting. Your eyes worried and nervous but your lips pursed in determination all the same.

“Hey. How are you feeling?”

Takeshi barely managed to open his eyes at the soft concerned voice and got a glimpse of your eyes before smiling goofily. “Pretty…”

“What?” Great, he’s a weirdo. “I better take you to a hospital―”

“No… No hospital… Might as well let me die… OW!” You knew it wasn’t right to hit a man when he’s down but you couldn’t stop yourself. Hearing such words made you furious. Takeshi, however, pouted at you. “What was that for?!”

You stared back at him and his smile melted away at your glare and your lips pursed in disapproval. “Don’t talk like that, you moron! Do you have any idea how many people would give their right arms just to be alive right now?!”

The Rain Guardian blinked at you incredulously before laughing out loud. Something he regretted instantly as pain shot through him and made him limp.

“Serves you right, idiot.”

“Sorry! Geez! You need to work on your bed side manners.”

“I’d consider that advice if I were a nurse. But I’m not. So screw you.”

Again Takeshi scratched the back of his head at the sight of your displeasure. “I’ve made you mad huh?”

You sigh as you stand up and start to leave. “Lie down while I get you something to eat and see if I’ve got some pain meds.”

For some reason it bothered Takeshi that he upset you and without thinking, he grabbed your wrist and made you look back at him. “Look, I’m sorry, okay?”

Takeshi met your eyes and felt electrocuted by the sheer sadness he saw in there before you blushed and cleared your throat, pulling your wrist away from him and rubbing at it like it burned from his touch. “It’s okay, forget about it. Just… As long as you stay here I don’t want you making jokes like that, alright?”

There was just something so broken about you that the swordsman felt something in his chest thaw a little at the sight of it and by God did it hurt. He couldn’t help but be curious about you while you nursed him back to health.

All through that week you took care of his needs without any complaint despite being so obviously busy with your work. Sometimes, Takeshi could barely get a smile from you. You obviously lived alone and unprotected, surrounded by a mountain of books and that bothered him. You acted all tough and independent but he could see your vulnerability plain as day. You hide just how fragile you were from the world. As time went by Takeshi became more and more restless at the protectiveness you inspired in him.

A couple of days later he got bored lying in bed waiting for you to come home so he decided to see if you had anything he could spend time on. He was certainly not a very big fan of books so he ignored the impressive bookshelves lining your walls and foraged through a drawer where he saw you keep your knick knacks. To his delight he hit pay dirt when he found a tiny photo album.

He was willing to bet the little kid of about seven was you. You had two older people on there who were possibly your parents, and a little boy who looked enough like you to be your brother. He had the same hair color as you. You looked like you have a happy family. His smile melted off as he flipped towards the end of the album and saw you posing happily with your tired looking but smiling brother whose head had been shaved off. From the tubes sticking out of his nose and wrists it was easy to see that he was ill. The paleness and look in his eyes told him that the sickness was terminal. And if you were only seven in this picture then…

No wonder you hit him so hard the first time you guys met.

Flashes of his stupidity back in middle school came back to him all of a sudden. About how he would have leaped off that school building had Tsuna not stopped him. He had taken his life seriously for granted even now.

He needed to apologize to you.

The sound of your footsteps alerted him of your arrival so he returned the album and hurriedly went back to the bedroom and waited for you to greet him. He couldn’t believe just how hard his heart was pounding at the thought of seeing you again after a whole day. But when you didn’t come in after a few minutes he got worried. So he got up and peeked behind the bedroom door that had a view of the entrance. What he saw made envy wrap around his neck like a noose ready to choke him.

“You sure you don’t want me to spend the night?” the man you were with asked, still nuzzling your face and dropping sweet little kisses on your lips.

You smiled tiredly and caressed the man’s face lightly in response. “Sorry. Maybe next week?”

The man frowned. “You’re working too hard. Geez, just let me take care of you.”

You laughed and jealousy twisted in Takeshi’s gut like a fist. It was the first time he’d heard you laugh. It sounded heavenly.

“I’ll be fine. Thanks for walking me home. See you tomorrow?”

The man sighed in frustration but kissed you deeply nonetheless before stepping away and leaving. You watched the man go and it was a while before you even noticed Takeshi had been openly staring at you with the oddest expression on his face. It was strange not to see him smiling.

“Oh, hi, Takeshi,” you greeted him. “Sorry, let me just cook us dinner. I’ll change your bandages later, alright? Are you hungry? I’ll make curry.”

Takeshi focused in releasing small little breaths trying to loosen the anger and the jealousy and the godforsaken want eating at his gut like a goddamned leech. Logically he shouldn’t really be this mad, right? It’s not like you were together. It’s not like you were in love with him.

“So,” he began, still feeling a little breathless from having to strangle the fury from his system. It had been all he could do not to push the door open and cut that man’s head off. “A boyfriend huh?”

“Yeah,” you answered as you began chopping up the onions and all the other ingredients. You decided to get changed while everything simmered. “He’s my boss’ son. We’ve been together since last year.”

“Oh.” Takeshi knew he sounded like he was being strangled but he couldn’t help it. He kept staring at your back feeling like a lump was forming in his throat as he applied all his strength not to just grab you and demand you forget about that smug idiot. “Is it serious?”

“I think so,” you shrugged as you continued to work. “He’s been talking about living together lately. I guess he’s right. It would be cheaper for me.”

“Oh.” Takeshi gritted his teeth now. “He’d be paying the rent?”

“We discussed sharing the rent,” you said, finally done with partially cooking the ingredients in the oil and dumped them all in a kettle to add the water, honey, apples and curry blocks in. “I wouldn’t be comfortable otherwise.”

Bullshit, Takeshi thought viciously. If he really wanted to take care of you he’d pay for the entire thing! He’d marry you and buy you a house and a garden and a room full of your stupid books.

He laughed despite the fact the he wanted to break something. “Really? If it were me I wouldn’t let you have to pay for anything. You’d just live there with my dog and my bird.”

That made you turn around and look at him. “I didn’t know you had pets!”

“Sure do.” He grinned. I can give you everything you could possibly want! “I’ll let you meet them someday.”

And then you smiled one of those smiles that had been making his heart feel like it was floating in the air. Takeshi could only stand there and stare at you in longing, barely even breathing.

Surely you weren’t expecting him to just up and go as soon as he recovered, did you? It’s just not happening. He was too drawn to you, too aware, too obsessed to watch you end up with someone else. He had to do something. He had to do something quick.

That night, after taking a bath and having dinner you were finally ready to change Takeshi’s bandages. You really wished you didn’t have to. Every time you did you couldn’t help but be hyper aware of the lean, well-muscled body just underneath your fingertips. It was a good thing Takeshi was gentleman enough not to make you self-conscious by deliberately cracking jokes and just being his talkative self. He had been a soothing, secure presence in the apartment. You didn’t know why but knowing he was nearby made it feel like nothing and no one could possibly hurt you.

Carrying the bandages and looking forward to his chatter you stopped cold at the bedroom’s threshold, confused when you found it empty. Just when you started wondering where he could be a warm breath whispered over the bare skin of your nape.

“You’re blocking the door.”

You yelped and jumped away only to blush even more at the sight of your houseguest standing behind you fresh from a bath and wearing nothing but a towel.

Your swallowed hard and focused on your concern despite your heart beating a mile a minute. “What were you doing?! You shouldn’t have taken a bath your wounds are still fresh!”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t get them wet. I just scrubbed myself from the waist down. And my face as well. Sponge baths are fun but nothing beats a nice old scrubbing. So? Shall we?” He casually walked passed you, lithe as a wolf and lay on the bed like some Greek god waiting to be fed by his handmaidens!

What’s going on? Something’s different with him tonight. You tried to shrug it off and sat on the bed with him, concentrating on taking off his old bandages first to replace them with new ones. But unlike the past few nights when he drowned the awkwardness with his chatter, tonight Takeshi sat still and silent.

And never took his eyes off you.

You could hear your heart pounding in the silence and your breath was coming faster especially when you had to wrap the bandages around his body and got a whiff of the clean, musky scent of his skin. Somehow, while you were wrapping another strip around him, you lost your concentration. Your fingers slipped and skittered over the skin of his side.

“Hey,” you looked up, wide eyed and blushing at the raspy timber of his voice. It felt like a brush combing over your skin. “That tickles.”

You try to apologize only to be caught by his eyes. You caught your breath at the way they smoldered with something absolutely carnal.

“Takeshi?” you whispered as he leaned down towards you. “What’s happening?”

Instead of answering he caught your lips in a kiss so wanting and needy you could hardly believe you were being kissed by the same person. It was like he was sucking the very soul out of you. You weren’t sure how he did it but somehow, your clothes were on the floor and you were underneath him while he thrust again and again inside you with possessive eagerness.

“You’re breaking it off with him,” he kept whispering in a broken voice in your ear every time your hips met his. “You’re going to choose me…”


You were not having the best day of your life.

Your pervert of a boss found another opportunity to grab your ass again, your annoying coworkers were still a bunch of bitches and somehow, your flat mate left a garbled message in your voicemail about being out of town and that she wasn’t sure if she’ll ever come back again leaving you to pay for the rent all by yourself. And people wonder why you won’t just quit your job. There’s just no way this day could get any worse.

Mentally and emotionally exhausted you walk into your apartment and switched the lights on… Only to almost have a heart attack.


“Shut up.” You promptly obey when you heard the click of a gun as the large, dark man sat up a little bit straighter in your favorite chair and pointed said gun at you. “What are you doing here?”

You swallowed hard before answering. “I-I live here.”

He scowled, apparently not liking the answer. “Where the hell is she?”

“Sorry, who?” you asked, trying to keep yourself calm. You had no doubt your brain will decorate the walls the moment you decide to run. Damn that’s a big gun.

“Veronica.” The man growled. “She said she was going to buy some meds.”

You swallowed. “She- she’s gone. She left me a message earlier. She says she doesn’t know if she’ll ever be back.”

“Son of a bitch.” He muttered through gritted teeth even as he leaned back in your chair again.

He must be your flat mate’s new boyfriend. The big fish she had been singing about these past few weeks who was going to be her ticket out of their hell hole of a life. So why would she drop him off here, obviously injured instead of sending him off to a hospital?

You noticed the smell in the room. The smell of gunpowder and blood. You look at the roughhewn rug you purchased from the flea market for a song last year and saw the warm brown was now rusty with red.

“Sir? Are you alright? Do you want me to get you an ambulance?” Please let me get you an ambulance. Anything to get you out of my house!

“If you try to make one single call, I’ll blow your fucking lungs out. Be quiet.” He ordered. His voice raspy and obviously in pain.

And you really couldn’t stand it. “You’re bleeding.”

He sneered back at her. “Congratulations. You’re smarter than you look.”

Okay now that was just uncalled for. “Can you hold on a bit? I have a med kit in the bathroom I can―”

He aimed the gun at you again. It amazed you that he hasn’t lost consciousness yet despite all that blood loss. “You’re not going anywhere, scum.”

Okay, that’s it. “Look, you’ve got the door covered, I won’t be able to run away. You are bleeding all over my floor and my favorite chair and you have ruined a perfectly good rug. I have had a very bad day, although obviously not as bad as yours. But I am tired, and hungry and the last thing I need is for an obvious criminal insulting me in my own home! Now put your gun down, sit still and let me get my damn med kit so I could at least keep you from dying in my goddamn house!”

Xanxus blinked back at you for what seemed like a full minute and you were half sure he was going to shoot you now. Instead he grunted and did as he was told but his garnet eyes narrowed at you the entire time. Taking that as permission you hurried to the bathroom, tiredly contemplating your life.

You managed to bandage him, thanks to all the busted heads and knees from the little league soccer team you coached over the weekends. You were amazed he did not make a single sound while you were stitching him up. He was wounded pretty bad. It was a good thing whatever hit him came out or you would have been forced to cut him open to get it out. Judging from the scars on his body it seemed this was nothing compared to whatever else he’s been through, though.

Somewhere during your treatment he fell asleep. Worried, you cleaned him up and stayed beside him to watch out for a fever.

Xanxus woke up dizzily at the feel of a soft hand brushing gently over his forehead. The first thought in his brain was that he fell asleep in a brothel. But then your scent wafted through him and he focused on your face.

“Welcome back.” You greeted him, relieved. “Give me a minute.”

Xanxus watched you walk off to the kitchen and come back with a glass of water and some warm soup. He noticed your clothes were still soiled with his blood as you came near.

“Can you sit up? You need to eat. You’ve lost too much blood.”

Xanxus did not move. He had too much pride to show you he can’t feel his arms yet.

You seem to figure that out too because you held the glass of water to his lips to help him drink. You failed miserably. Xanxus sent you a silent glare.

“Sorry,” you frowned, trying to figure out what to do before you pursed your lips and stood up. “Sorry about this.”

Xanxus watched you with some curiosity as you drank the water then leaned down towards him and made him drink the water from your mouth. The Varia Boss imbibed thirstily, not even realizing how parched he was until this.

You held his nicely chiseled chin in your hand and looked him in the eye, watching for any signs of refusal. “More?”

His slight nod was all you needed and you repeated the action. As you two continued he couldn’t help but notice how soft your lips were. How good you smelled. How nice your voice sounded now that you weren’t screaming at him. After finishing the whole glass Xanxus felt better. He could at least move his fingers and his mouth now.

“Okay, the soup’s hot so I can’t do that again but we’ll do this.” You scooped up a spoonful and blew on it until it cooled before holding it against Xanxus’ lips. Luckily he could move his lips and mouth after the water.

After feeding him you wiped away a few strands of hair from your forehead and sighed. “Is there anyone you want me to call? Anyone who can pick you up?”

Xanxus thought of Squalo and how he would have to deal with the Shark’s bitching if he didn’t at least let the trash know where he was so he nodded. You held your phone for him while he tapped out the numbers. The voice that answered nearly cost you your eardrums.




Xanxus raised a brow at you and you answer for him and gave the loud man on the other line your address.


“No, Veronica was the one who got me in this shit in the first place before running off like the bitch she is. Now pick me up, fucking Shark or I’ll make it so you’ll be shitting through your forehead.” Xanxus hung up without further ado.

“He sounds like he was really worried about you.” You couldn’t help but smile. “I suppose you guys are a group, huh? What’s your motto? Swearing is Caring?”

To your surprise, his lip actually twitched at that. Despite being pretty sure he was a murdering psychopath, you couldn’t help but like him. He had a well-worn look on his face that told you this man had it rough. The kind that crawled out from the dirt to get to the top.

“Still hungry? Want me to make you something else?”


You blinked and stared back. “Yeah?”

“I kill people for a living.”

“Um… I kinda guessed the moment you pulled a gun on me and threatened to blow my brains out.”

“Then why the hell are you being so fucking nice? I could order my men to rape and kill you when they come here if I wanted. And then I could shoot you dead.”

You winced. “Would you really do that? I hope you won’t. Because that would really suck.”

You surprised a snort out of him. “You’re a fucking weirdo.”

“And you swear too much. Not that I mind. Now I don’t know about you but I’m famished. Hold on a minute and I’ll get us some decent breakfast. You’d probably want to walk out of here by the time they come instead of crawl. Or worse yet, get carried off bridal style.”

It had taken approximately forty five minutes before the rest of the Varia arrived. It was full-fledged pandemonium for a total of five minutes while Squalo screamed, Levi wailed, Lussuria wept, Belphegor giggled and Mammon erased all evidence that they have been there. He was about to float over to you and get rid of the witness but Xanxus’ voice stopped the illusionist.

“Hold it. No one’s touching that. That one’s mine.”

You met his eyes with your questioning ones but his face was the same solemn granite you had beheld all night long. His beautiful ruby eyes arrested you into stillness. It was like being caught in hypnosis. You barely even noticed how his companions threw you curious and assessing looks as they protectively ushered their Boss away.

He stuck in your mind, that Xanxus. Even after a week you couldn’t get him out of your head. He was an enigmatic man. You don’t usually go for bad boys but there was just something so… special about him for lack of a better word. A curious brand of strength mixed with a soul that had known too much hurt.

She should really stop thinking about him. Life moved on and at least she was alive. She had bigger problems. Like the rent. So when a male coworker expressed interest in become flat mates with you you pounced on the chance and took him home.

Imagine the poor guy’s shock when he was met with the barrel of a gun between the eyes.


Who the fucking hell is this?!

“Wait, you can’t kill him! He’s going to be my new flat mate!”

If you thought that was going to calm him down then you have another think coming.

“Listen, boy,” Xanxus growled. His voice low, raspy and utterly deadly. “You’ve got three seconds to move your ass or you’ll be feeding the sewer rats tonight. One.”

Your hopes were dashed in less than a second as your guest ran screaming bloody hell into the night.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” you were almost in tears as you stomped a foot on the floor. “How am I going to pay the rent this month?!”

“Fuck the rent. I’ll set you up in a penthouse.” He snarled as he put his gun away and stalked towards you. “Hell, I’ll give you a fucking mansion!”

“And how am I going to pay for something like that, Mr. Big Shot?”

You’re sarcasm was cut off when he pushed you against the wall, his eyes again pinning you like a butterfly on a board and you felt that pull again. The same one you felt the last time you saw him before he left.

“By becoming mine, of course.” He growled quietly as he leaned towards you.

You try to push him away, your cheeks red and your eyes glaring. “I am not Veronica. I am not going to be her replacement, you idiot! Let go!”

“Moron,” he huffed in amusement at your futile attempts to free yourself from him. “Veronica wasn’t my woman; she’s just a fuck toy. You’re going to belong to me. Anybody else tries anything on you; I’ll blow their fucking brains out.”

Somehow, as he caught your lips in a heated, passionate kiss, you couldn’t help but think that this just may be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to you.

And then you melted in his embrace…

Well, Since You Begged (Sami Zayn) - the reader suffers from an injury and her best friend Sami cares for her. Afterwards, Sami mentions feelings he has, leading up to some domineering Sami plowing her into next week

let me know what you think, y'all. also, i have tons of free time now, so i’m going to start taking requests. enjoy the read, hoes. it’s a long one, buckle up for the ride

WARNINGS: smut, language, spanking! 

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Sniper, Scout & Spy Headcanon

I was messaging Camiluna27, and THIS happened:

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consider THIS…

Wildlife is just a fact of life, in Australia. Some will kill you on sight, some are just chilling, some you might piss off by accident… but mostly, you all exist in harmony.

But then you run into something injured and needs help; and you'e able to save   it. Sniper’s good at that. Animals, that is.

Animals, he’s good with; they like him, no matter how poisonous or lethal, and he likes them back. Tends to give them embarrassingly cute names, you know, how some people do with pets?

Fluffball the Dropbear, Beaky-boy the Cassowary, Lil’ Mate the Kangaroo…

Finding and adopting animals is what he DOES by accident, it’s like a fucking superpower.

And of course, no one on base knows about it… except Scout.

Well, not in a proper way, at least.

Engie DID catch the lanky bastard in the kitchen one night feeding bacon rashers to what he THINKS was a baby alligator… but the Texan rationalised he’d just hallucinated it… because Stretch’d never do that, right?


Soldier has his raccoons. Demo… has an inkling but if Sniper isn’t saying it, then he won’t either.
Medic has his birds, and Heavy never seems to notice the occasional extra animal on base (or, more likely, in the van).

Pyro… no one knows.

Spy… has no clue, and Snipes loves that. He’s going to use it against the guy at some point.

But Scout… learned the hard way that Sniper is a goddamn dangerous animal magnet. His family’s big, and money is tight, pets were out of the question.

He had a few impromptu ones… like the pigeons that nested on their windowsill once a year, (named BigBoy and Shirley, for no real reason other than he was eight the first time he was them and making up names is hard.
Or the family of squirrels in the garden across the road he could occasionally tempt into playing with him… their names were even worse.

Actually, he might have snuck one onto base when no one was looking… or rather, the little guy came with and Scout didn’t realise until he was halfway to base again. Chucklenuts was his little secret with sniper; although he got the feeling either medic or engie knew, because he ‘found’ a timed feeder outside his room the day after they got back.

His room was now 10% scout mess, and 90% chucklenuts-got-bored-of-the-maze-you-made-him-today mess.


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Topp Dogg: getting pets with their s/o

P-Goon:  I don’t see him as the type to want 10 puppies or kittens running around. So unless you reeeeallly have been wanting to get a per, he’d talk it over with you and agree to get something small. Maybe a cute lil bunny or a cat, something that doesn’t need too much looking after.

Hojoon:  would get too excited just looking and playing with the little animals, and forgets that you actually came to take one home with you. That’s when he’s like oh…this is serious, we’re actually committing. He’d get a cute lil puppy that looks like you, and calls it your baby.

Sangdo:  omg he’s been wanting to ask you for so long, so he’s hella glad you mentioned it. Takes you to not one, but 10 stores, which makes it really hard to decide what you wanna get. He’d want to get one of everything, but you’d remind him that they need to be constantly taken care of, and he’d settle on a dog that’s already been trained, just to make it easy on the both of you.

Nakta:  he’d only agree to look at animals with you if you promise to take care of them as well, he doesn’t wanna be a single dad. Secretly is talking pictures of you while you’re playing with the puppies and giving them toys. He’d settle on getting a little beagle, one that reminds him of Hansol.

Hansol:  is already looking at pictures of cute puppies on the way to the pet shop. He’d really take his time and plays around with them, and asks you which animal you prefer. I think he’d want a cat just bc he always needs to show affection, and is more than happy when they always curl up next to him.

B-Joo:  hesitates at first…but he’s totally down to commit if you are, he just knows it’s a lot of work to look after these animals and keep them healthy. He’d want something small and not annoying (unlike him), maybe a fluffy bunny that catches his eye when he sees you with it.

Xero:  wants a quiet, but sleek looking dog or cat to compliment the both of you. He wants to take it out and be complimented by everyone, so the little quiet puppy in the back is gonna catch his attention. He’d ask you if you love it as well, and is already looking at the prices for dog toys and stylish leashes.

A-Tom:  wouldn’t want to get just one, he’d fall in love with every little hamster and kitten that he sees, and begs you to get like 3 of each. Gets way too excited and ends up having you both kicked out by the manager in at least one store. You’d settle for buying a fish tank for now.

Yano:  the cool and exotic animals would make him interested, like a red lizard that looks like a dragon, or a bright green snake. Honestly doesn’t care what sorts of pets he’d want, he never really thought about it, so he’s more than happy to let you choose. You’d both get the lizard that caught his eye, and a little puppy that wouldn’t let go of his leg.

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If It Were Me [Imagine HPfic]

There was a meme that pretty much was this:

Imagine that you show up in your favorite character’s universe, only for them to be missing. You ask the other characters about it, but they have never even heard of your favorite character. You soon realize that you’re supposed to play their role in the story/series…

Then I yelled because Harry James Potter is my son and I love him and if I were him things would have gone much differently and i wrote this on the post and wanted it on it’s own thing too.


My name is Harry Potter, the boy under the stairs. Only, i didn’t stay there. 

I was supposed to. I don’t do many things I’m supposed to. My aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon would prefer if i stayed where I was told, if i flinched when they threatened to hit me, if i kept my head down and didn’t speak up in school so no one noticed me. 

But I know something they don’t know, or more specifically, something they wish they didn’t know. 

I am Harry Potter, the boy who lived. 

I am the infant, now growing, who killed the greatest threat to Wizarding kind aside of it’s own overconfidence. 

I am the boy with the lightening scar on my face and wild hair on my head, with bright eyes and skin dark enough there was no hiding the lightening that made me who i was. There’s more to me, but not to the Dursleys, not to the other children at school that laughed at the hand-me-downs i wear, or the teachers who comment in surprise at my high marks when I’m actually paying attention.

Most importantly, I am the 10 year old boy that wanders the neighborhood trying to befriend the stray cats that follow Ms. Figg’s cats. There are three or four that come and go, but one shows up occasionally to visit the neighbor. It always seems to check if someone is watching. I don’t know if she’s seen me see her, but I imagine she has.

Today, i’m supposed to be work at straightening Figg’s garden, but i’m watching the cat watch me. It’s watching from the garden wall, stretched out as i pull weeds and shake dirt off of the plants. 

“I don’t like it here, you know.” Idle chatting with the plants and the cat, as you do. “Is it normal for your family to slap you good night? I suppose not, Dudley never gets that. I must just be special. I get the special treatment.”

The cat’s tail flips heavily back and forth, her eyes narrow.
I hide my smile behind a schooled expression of focus while i garden.
The cat is gone the next time i look up.


The trip to the zoo blind sided me, and eagerly I went if only to try something. I didn’t care too much about the lemon bar, though the principal of the thing spurred me to stare at the vendor until he asked if they would like to get me one. I ate it with glee as the Dursley’s gawked at the animals, and we slowly worked toward the place i was fully interested in.

What I wanted was the reptile house. I wanted to try to speak to them, to know if this would be a process of language or a moment of half translated garble. I needed to know. 

Once we stood before a snake, one that was at once familiar and unknown– an anaconda, I knew– I looked into it’s eyes and tried to understand the small movements, it’s motions as it moved along it’s environment to curl on a rock and warm itself. It was less words and more muttering muffled by the glass, about being cold and tired and wanting to go to sleep. 

And then Dudley– brutish, impatient, unobservant, impossible to satisfy– Dudley was pounding on the glass, yelling at the poor animal.
It was startled, upset– I couldn’t. I scowled, an expression not fit for the face I have, and tersely told him to stop. 

A blink and i realize– the glass, it has gone and come back. He’s trapped and the snake is escaping. Petunia was staring and Vernon was turning the shade of red that made me pray he was suffocating. 

My look of defiance wilted in the face of a towering rage, and I thanked the world I was allowed to have a ride home, and not walk.


I spent the days from there to when the commotion began, sitting under the stairs. I had hoped my actions had sped things up, but no. Perhaps they had and I was oblivious to the passage of time. It was hard to tell when school was out.

It started slowly at first, Uncle Vernon grumbling about me getting mail and wondering what in the ‘blazing hell’ Hogwarts was. I had hope, then. I asked to come out and was denied. 

My next plan was to try to convince Dudley i would make him a cake while his parents were gone, if he let me out. He opened the door purely to slam it in my face and call me a weirdo. 

About the time letters were coming in at night, and I know they were– i could hear them slipping through the slot– I decided to hell with it. I gathered what clothes I had into the blanket on the small bed that had been shoved into the closet and bound it up. Then, I sat down– not that there was much standing room– and braced my back to my bed and feet to the door. One kick with no muscle from a malnourished body isn’t good, but it’s not bad if you’re determined. Another kick straight to the middle bowed the door and a few more swift ones cracked it– it wasn’t a heroic opening, but it was enough to pass a skinny arm to force the wrenched lock open. 

I could hear the family getting up, breaking out and into things being a rather noisy thing, but I wasn’t that far from the door and I only had two things to grab. I snatched up the blanket bundle from my bed and bolted for the letters, grabbing several as I went. 

I almost slipped face first into the door on the envelopes, but righted myself and ripped the door open.

Then I ran. I ran until my feet hurt worse than the Dursley’s ever did to me, than any headache i’d ever gotten trying to think of schoolwork on top of what they made me do; I ran until my feet were as red and sore as the life ahead of me was set out to be.


My name is Harry Potter.

They call me the Boy Who Lived.

I’m now the Boy Who Ran.

I have decided to do things a little differently than what was set out for me, but whatever happens– no one will ever do that to me again. 

I will not let them.

the vanishing glass

the vanishing glass scene as seen by Lily and James

Lily: We should have been the ones to take him to his first zoo trip.

James: *grins* In case you forgot we had a small zoo of our own Evans. You got a cat as if a rat, a wolf, a dog and a deer wasn’t enough.

Lily: Well, you guys weren’t full time animals and a deer is not a cuddly animal to be honest.

James: What? I am cuddly.

Lily: As a person, yes. More than necessary sometimes but as a deer not so much baby. It’s very hard to cuddle with your antlers.

James: I feel unappreciated.

Lily: *laughs* Don’t be ridiculous.

James: I’ll do whatever I want if it means you’ll laugh.

Lily: Still flirting in the afterlife, eh?

James: *smirks* It’s in my blood Evans, I can’t stop.

*Lily decides to check on Harry, since she was very caught up with James being cute*

Lily: Is Harry talking to that snake?

James: He’s not just talking, he’s making small talk to him. How can he? 

Lily: He speaks parseltongue? The only way I can think of is that he is tied to Slytherins somehow. Do you have Slytherin in your ancestry?

James: *offended* I most certainly do not. Do you?

Lily: James, I’m muggle-born.

James: Oh yeah, sorry.

*meanwhile all hell breaks loose as the glass of the snake’s tank vanishes* 

Lily: Oh god Harry did that, it’s because he doesn’t know he can do these. Vernon will know it was him. I know he’s going to starve him, he’s disgusting, I don’t know what Petunia sees in him.

James: You know he can sneak out of the cupboard by now Lils, please don’t upset yourself.

Lily: I know, I know he can sneak out but still he’s so tiny, it makes me sad.

James: *lying to make Lily feel better* I was like him when I was his age, don’t you always say he’s like a miniature of me?

Lily: *relieved a little, smiling* Yes, yes I do. 

James: I am curious and a little bit worried about the talking to snakes thing. Guess we’ll have to wait and see what happens.

Lily: Just because he speaks to snakes doesn’t mean he’ll be a Slytherin if that’s what you worry about.

James: When did you start reading my mind?

Lily: *smiles weakly* The moment I met you. Your face gives away so much.

James: So I’ve been told. Anyways, I don’t care much in which house he is but I’m not going to lie I want him to be in Gryffindor.

Lily: You just lied to yourself.

James: *shrugs his shoulders* Yes I did, I don’t want him any house other than Gryffindor.

Lily: I knew that before he was born.

James: I know that’s how you feel, too.

Lily: No, it’s not he should be in the house Sorting Hat sees fit.

James: Now, who’s the one lying?

Lily: I am not lying.

James: Yes, you are.

Lily: I am n– *James raises an eyebrow* Oh, alright, alright. I’d rather have him in Gryffindor, too. But that’s normal right? I am not being a disgusting parent like Sirius’ family?

James: *trying to suppress his laughter* Of course not.

Lily: Good, *takes a deep breath* good.

You can read the next chapter Letters from No One here.


The image faded, and a girl’s voice whispered: “Percy.”

At first, Percy thought he was still asleep. When he’d lost his memory, he’d spent weeks dreaming about Annabeth, the only person he remembered from his past. As his eyes opened and his vision cleared, he realized she was really there.

She was standing by his berth, smiling down at him.

Her blond hair fell across her shoulders. Her storm-gray eyes were bright with amusement. He remembered his first day at Camp Half-Blood, five years ago, when he’d woken from a daze and found Annabeth standing over him. She had said, You drool when you sleep.
She was sentimental that way.

“Wh—what’s going on?” he asked. “Are we there?”

“No,” she said, her voice low. “It’s the middle of the night.”

“You mean…” Percy’s heart started to race. He realized he was in his pajamas, in bed. He probably had been drooling, or at least making weird noises as he dreamed. No doubt he had a severe case of pillow hair and his breath didn’t smell great. “You sneaked into my cabin?”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Percy, you’ll be seventeen in two months. You can’t seriously be worried about getting into trouble with Coach Hedge.”

“Uh, have you seen his baseball bat?”

“Besides, Seaweed Brain, I just thought we could take a walk. We haven’t had any time to be together alone. I want to show you something—my favorite place aboard the ship.”

Percy’s pulse was still in overdrive, but it wasn’t from fear of getting into trouble. “Can I, you know, brush my teeth first?”

“You’d better,” Annabeth said. “Because I’m not kissing you until you do. And brush your hair while you’re at it.”

For a trireme, the ship was huge, but it still felt cozy to Percy—like his dorm building back at Yancy Academy, or any of the other boarding schools he’d gotten kicked out of. Annabeth and he crept downstairs to the second deck, which Percy hadn’t explored except for sickbay.

She led him past the engine room, which looked like a very dangerous, mechanized jungle gym, with pipes and pistons and tubes jutting from a central bronze sphere. Cables resembling giant metal noodles snaked across the floor and ran up the walls.

“How does that thing even work?” Percy asked.

“No idea,” Annabeth said. “And I’m the only one besides Leo who can operate it.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“It should be fine. It’s only threatened to blow up once.”

“You’re kidding, I hope.”

She smiled. “Come on.”

They worked their way past the supply rooms and the armory. Toward the stern of the ship, they reached a set of wooden double doors that opened into a large stable. The room smelled of fresh hay and wool blankets. Lining the left wall were three empty horse stalls like the ones they used for pegasi back at camp. The right wall had two empty cages big enough for large zoo animals.

In the center of the floor was a twenty-foot-square see-through panel. Far below, the night landscape whisked by—miles of dark countryside crisscrossed with illuminated highways like the strands of a web.

“A glass-bottomed boat?” Percy asked.

Annabeth grabbed a blanket from the nearest stable gate and spread it across part of the glass floor. “Sit with me.”

They relaxed on the blanket as if they were having a picnic, and watched the world go by below.

“Leo built the stables so pegasi could come and go easily,” Annabeth said. “Only he didn’t realize that pegasi prefer to roam free, so the stables are always empty.”

Percy wondered where Blackjack was—roaming the skies somewhere, hopefully following their progress. Percy’s head still throbbed from getting whopped by Blackjack’s hoof, but he didn’t
hold that against the horse.

“What do you mean, come and go easily?” he asked. “Wouldn’t a pegasus have to make it down
two flights of stairs?”

Annabeth rapped her knuckles on the glass. “These are bay doors, like on a bomber.”

Percy gulped. “You mean we’re sitting on doors? What if they opened?”

“I suppose we’d fall to our deaths. But they won’t open. Most likely.”


Annabeth laughed. “You know why I like it here? It’s not just the view. What does this place remind you of?”

Percy looked around: the cages and stables, the Celestial bronze lamp hanging from the beam, the smell of hay, and of course Annabeth sitting close to him, her face ghostly and beautiful in the soft amber light.

“That zoo truck,” Percy decided. “The one we took to Las Vegas.”

Her smile told him he’d gotten the answer right.

“That was so long ago,” Percy said. “We were in bad shape, struggling to get across the country to find that stupid lightning bolt, trapped in a truck with a bunch of mistreated animals. How can you be nostalgic for that?”

“Because, Seaweed Brain, it’s the first time we really talked, you and me. I told you about my family, and…” She took out her camp necklace, strung with her dad’s college ring and a colorful clay bead for each year at Camp Half-Blood. Now there was something else on the leather cord: a red coral pendant Percy had given her when they had started dating. He’d brought it from his father’s palace at the bottom of the sea. “And,” Annabeth continued, “it reminds me how long we’ve known each other. We were twelve, Percy. Can you believe that?”

“No,” he admitted. “So…you knew you liked me from that moment?”

She smirked. “I hated you at first. You annoyed me. Then I tolerated you for a few years. Then—”

“Okay, fine.”

She leaned over and kissed him: a good, proper kiss without anyone watching—no Romans anywhere, no screaming satyr chaperones.

She pulled away. “I missed you, Percy.”

Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he’d kept himself alive almost solely by thinking of Annabeth. I missed you didn’t really cover that.

He remembered earlier in the night, when Piper had forced the eidolon to leave his mind. Percy hadn’t been aware of its presence until she had used her charmspeak. After the eidolon was gone, he felt as if a hot spike had been removed from his forehead. He hadn’t realized how much pain he had been in until the spirit left. Then his thoughts became clearer. His soul settled comfortably back into his body.

Sitting here with Annabeth made him feel the same way. The past few months could have been one of his strange dreams. The events at Camp Jupiter seemed as fuzzy and unreal as that fight with Jason, when they had both been controlled by the eidolons.

Yet he didn’t regret the time he’d spent at Camp Jupiter. It had opened his eyes in a lot of ways.

“Annabeth,” he said hesitantly, “in New Rome, demigods can live their whole lives in peace.”

“Her expression turned guarded. “Reyna explained it to me. But, Percy, you belong at Camp Half-Blood. That other life—”

“I know,” Percy said. “But while I was there, I saw so many demigods living without fear: kids going to college, couples getting married and raising families. There’s nothing like that at Camp Half-Blood. I kept thinking about you and me…and maybe someday when this war with the giants is over…”

It was hard to tell in the golden light, but he thought Annabeth was blushing.

“Oh,” she said.

Percy was afraid he’d said too much. Maybe he’d scared her with his big dreams of the future. She was usually the one with the plans. Percy cursed himself silently.

As long as he’d known Annabeth, he still felt like he understood so little about her. Even after they’d been dating several months, their relationship had always felt new and delicate, like a glass sculpture. He was terrified of doing something wrong and breaking it.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just…I had to think of that to keep going. To give me hope. Forget I mentioned—”

“No!” she said. “No, Percy. Gods, that’s so sweet. It’s just…we may have burned that bridge. If we can’t repair things with the Romans—well, the two sets of demigods have never gotten along. That’s why the gods kept us separate. I don’t know if we could ever belong there.”

Percy didn’t want to argue, but he couldn’t let go of the hope. It felt important—not just for Annabeth and him, but for all the other demigods. It had to be possible to belong in two different worlds at once. After all, that’s what being a demigod was all about—not quite belonging in the mortal world or on Mount Olympus, but trying to make peace with both sides of their nature.

Art: burdge

Excerpt from, “The Mark of Athena”

For Angel

(Slight context, Mark and Eth work together as normal, but Ty doesn’t know them at all)

Tyler hated his job. There was no doubt about it. He had assumed that since he had always loved animals that he would love working in a pet shop, surrounded by a bunch of different kinds of animals. He was in his third month at this job and already knew how wrong he was. But since it was steady and paid surprisingly well, he had to stay.

The store was currently completely empty, as it typically was. The store really didn’t get much business, which made Ty question how they were still running. Most of the customers that came to the store were snobby old rich ladies who wanted a small dog to carry in a purse -literally. Most just came in and looked for yorkies or chiuauas, any small dog that anyone else would find annoying. Ty had grown accustomed to dealing with these types of people, so when new and different people came into the store, it was always a little exciting for him. Sometimes he would get to help a parent choose a pet to surprise their child with, or he would get to watch a child beg a parent for an animal. He always looked forward to seeing new people, which made this day so exciting.

Tyler was sitting behind the cash register, not really doing anything, as the store was near closing. Suddenly he heard the bell ring, signaling somebody had just come in. He turned towards the door and saw two guys walking in. One was average height with medium length brown hair, nice brown eyes, and wore black skinny jeans with a black shirt and a red flannel. He seemed very vaguely familiar and was fairly attractive, but the other man is the one who caught Ty’s eye. He looked to be younger than the first guy, and was a few inches shorter. He had bright blue hair with beautiful blue eyes to match. Ty could tell within a few seconds that the smaller of the two men had dragged in the other, as he was practically bouncing of the walls upon seeing all the animals. The other man pulled his phone out of his pocket before sighing.

“Eth, I’ll wait in the car, Amy’s calling. Don’t be too long,” he told the younger man before answering his phone and walking out. He watched as the blue-haired boy looked around the store deciding where to go first. He seemed to settle on visiting the small rodent section first, filled with many mice, rats, guinea pigs and hamsters. The boy took his time looking at every animal, constantly commenting on how cute they were. He then headed over to the reptiles, looking over many lizards and snakes. He didn’t seem to adore these as much, but he still had a look of complete fascination on his face as he stared at each animal. After a few minutes there, he headed over towards where they kept their cats and dogs. This was near the back of the store, so when Ty couldn’t really see him anymore, so he decided to move closer to the boy. He walked towards the back of the store and caught sight of the boy sitting criss-cross on the floor in front of one cage with a large tan and white Labrador, one of Ty’s favorite dogs in the store. She was currently laying down towards the back of her rather large cage, staring at the blue-haired boy, who was staring right back.

“Angel,” Ty called out, making the dog’s ears perk up and tail start wagging. The boy turned around in shock, surprised to have somebody behind him so suddenly. After getting over his slight fright, the boy smiled and waved at Tyler before turning back to the dog.

“Angel! Hi Angel, come here,” the boy said in a baby voice, beckoning the dog towards him. Although Ty had seen people interacting with animals constantly for months now, this one gesture made his heart melt. He watched as Angel stood up and strutted towards the front of her cage to greet the boy. The boy put his fingers near the cage to allow Angel to sniff them before petting her as best as he could through the bars of her cage.

“Do you want to see her? Outside of her cage, I mean,” Ty offered.

“Can I? Is it allowed?” he answered sounding excited.

“I mean, I’m really only supposed to if you’re considering adopting,” Ty said, to which the boy frowned.

“Oh no, I can’t. Mark would kill me if I tried to bring home a dog without telling him,” the boy said sounding sad.

“Oh so you two live together?” Ty asked. He secretly hoped the two weren’t together, as he was rapidly developing a crush on this random customer.

“Well yeah, but it’s not like…y'know. We work together, I edit videos for his YouTube channel. We’re not together or anything. He’s straight,” the boy answered awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. Ty tried to fight back the smile that wanted to form at the thought that he could have a chance with this guy.

“Well, maybe I can make an exception,” Ty said, grabbing his key to unlock the cage. He knelt down and opened the door and instantly was smothered by the large dog. Luckily he was ready for it and was able to keep his balance, but he still heard the boy laugh at the energetic dog. The boy knelt down and Angel ran to him, smothering him as much as she did Tyler. The boy pet her and played with her, instantly falling in love with the beautiful dog. After what seemed like very little time, Tyler heard the bell above the door ring again and he saw his coworker run in.

“Hey man, sorry I’m late. You can go now, I’m here for the night shift,” he called out from the front of the store, heading into the back without even glancing at the customer still there. Ty looked at his watch confused, and realized he had lost track of time while watching the boy interact with Angel, as it was already 10 minutes past when his shift was supposed to end. The boy seemed to understand and started saying goodbye to Angel, letting Ty put her back in her cage. The two walked towards the front of the store, but stopped before actually walking out the door. Ty didn’t want to leave, or more specifically didn’t want the boy to leave, as he had the feeling if he did, he would never get to see him again.

“You should come in again sometime. Angel really seemed to like you,” Ty told the boy, hoping he could convince him to visit the store again sometime.

“Just Angel?” the boy asked timidly, staring up at Ty through beautiful long eyelashes. Ty stared down at him, unsure if he was implying what he thought.

“Maybe not just Angel,” Ty said with a small chuckle, feeling a blush creep up on his cheeks. He saw the boy smile widely at his answer.

“My name is Ethan by the way. And I’ll definitely be coming back soon,” Eth answered.

“For Angel,” Ty joked, knowing full well the boy was not talking about seeing the dog.

“Of course, for Angel,” Eth said with slight smile. “I’ll see you around,” he said before walking out the door. Ty just stood still for a few seconds after he left, trying to calm his heart that seemed to be racing out of control. He had barely met Ethan, but already knew he was falling hard and fast him.


Anon request i got over at my other blog. I actually really liked writing this one, so I hope you guys like it!

Jungle boy (Calum)


Anonymous said: “could you please please please do a calum au where your dad is like a doctor who studies people living in third-world conditions so you go along with him into the rainforest where the tribe is settled, and meets the chief (calum’s father) and his son (calum) and they speak another language and calum is so infatuated with you and you try to communicate and its all tarzan-y-ish. (i know it sounds weird but i dreamt of it and nOW I HAVE SUCH BAD CALUM FEELS ABOUT THIS MAN)”

absolutely! I hope you like it and that it is kind of how you imagined it at least haha 


“Are we there yet, dad?” 

“Soon! Very soon, I think. According to this map, the tribe shouldn’t be far away…” he unfolds a map that seems to be bigger than himself, twisting and turning it with a very concentrated look on his face. 

You take off your two hundred pounds weighing hiking backpack and sit down on the nearest, somewhat dry rock. You won’t pass on an opportunity to rest your legs and drink some water, you are absolutely exhausted after walking around in this much too humid rainforest for the past four hours. 

You watch your dad poke his glasses up on his nose before using the same hand to wipe his forehead. He is studying the gigantic map, once in a while looking up at the surroundings. 

“If my calculations are correct, then we are about twenty miles away from where the tribe should be,” he says finally, clumsily folding the map and tucking it into his back pocket. 

You groan out loud, “Twenty miles? Are you serious? You can’t find a shortcut or something?”

“I’m afraid that is the shortest way. But if we hurry up we might be able to get there before dark.”

“We are going to get eaten by all the panthers and poison snakes and die before we even get there,” you say, standing up with a sigh before adding, “If we don’t drown in our own sweat first of course…”

“I didn’t force you to come with me, you know,” your dad says, glancing at you over his shoulder as you walk through the thick forest. 

“I know, I know..” You mumble, rolling your eyes. He had been preparing for this trip for almost a year now, he was so excited to be going to (Congo, is it? You have no idea) the rainforest and somehow ‘connect’ with this tribe he so stubbornly says exists. You had decided only a few weeks before you left that you wanted to come with him, and even though you don’t find it as interesting as him you can’t say that you regret coming here. The forest is beautiful and nothing like the busy, smelly city back home that you are used to. Though it is a lot hotter and more humid than you had imagined, and wearing your new shoes that you bought the other week is not the best decision you’ve ever made. 

“God, I’m so hungry…” you mumble to yourself, feeling your stomach growl. Your dad has all the food in his backpack and there is no way he’ll stop now to grab a snack. You look around yourself, searching for anything that might be edible. A Big Mac or some chicken nuggets would be nice, but it is not so likely that you will find that in a rainforest without electricity nor wifi. 

Just a bit ahead of you, you notice a bush-thingy that seems to have some sort of red berries growing on it. You reach for one, and after examining it for about two seconds without finding anything suspicious you decide that you can eat it. But just as you are about to pop it into you mouth something hits you in the back of your head and it makes you drop the berry. 

“What the…” you turn around quickly, bringing a hand up to your head. Everything looks normal, or as normal as it gets in a rainforest, but on the ground behind you there is a wooden stick that you are almost sure of didn’t lie there a second ago. 

You glance around yourself one more time before turning around again, sprinting to catch up with your dad, convincing yourself that it was nothing or that the stick had fallen down from a tree. Absolutely normal. 

Though you have a hard time sticking to that theory as strange things keep happening to you during the day, things that can’t be explained by normal things such as gravity or ‘the wind’. 

You had found some other berries that were yellow and a lot bigger than the ones that you had found earlier, and they were probably the only thing that kept you going. Sometimes when you had found other berries or fruits you would get hit by something again; small rocks or a stick or something that looked like a pine cone. You suspect that you have some sort of guardian, a guardian angel maybe (hopefully because that would be really cool). Either way, you don’t eat those berries.

You thought that you had heard something moving in the trees above your heads and you think you even saw something, but your dad had assured you that it must have been a bird or something, “there are no tigers in a rainforest, Y/N, calm down”.

As you had expected, it got dark before you had made it to ‘the tribe’, and you had to set camp. 

You almost cry in joy half an hour later when you lie down in the tent, feeling how every muscle in your entire body aches as soon as you move just an inch. You are soaking wet and you can’t even imagine how you must be smelling. 

You make dinner, which basically is a can of beans and some bread, along with too strong coffee and a whole lot of yellow berries that you had, in your delight, found near the camp. 

You listen with half an ear as you dad talks about the people and the tribe who supposedly exists, according to him. Apparently they’ve lived in the forest for centuries without anyone knowing.

It gets dark really fast, though, and you both hurry into the tent to escape the mosquitos. Neither of you feel like swelling up from being bitten by some mysterious jungle bug…


“Shit…” you curse quietly to yourself when you almost trip over a root. You had woken up in the middle of the night (you think it’s in the middle of the night, but you don’t have a functioning clock so you’re just guessing really) and realized that you really had to pee. So after successfully crawling out of your sleeping bag and putting on a hoodie and pants you managed get out of the tent, a flashlight in one hand and a very intimidating looking stick in the other. 

Just in case, you know.

You find a spot quite far away from the camp, and you do you business. But just as you are about to pull up your pants you hear a sound coming from the tree above you. Your heart starts racing and you are quick to put on your pants and grab a hold of the stick, looking around yourself for any sign of wild animals that would like to eat you. 

Suddenly you hear a ‘click’ sound behind you, and when you turn around there is a half naked boy standing in front of you with the your flashlight directed right into his eyes. 

You can feel your lips part but no sound comes out. You’re standing absolutely still, too frightened to move a single muscle. 

He makes a surprised sound and throws it to the ground before picking up a rock and starting to hit it, all while making weird noises. 

“No!” You finally react, realizing that he is about to ruin your only chance of finding your way back to the camp. “What are you doing?” You grab his arm and tries to pull him away, but it is already too late. The light flickers for a few seconds before it goes dark. 

The boy stands up and smiles at you triumphantly, like he had just accomplished something good

“You just broke my flashlight, man, how am I going to find the camp now?” you ask, sighing. 

The boy looks between you and the flashlight with furrowed brows, pointing at it and huffing out a breath. 

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to come up with another way then…” you mumble, but then you quickly face him again, “hold on a second, have you been here the whole time? Did you just see me pee?”

He looks at you and tilts his head, confusion written all over his face. 


You ignore him an try to forget about it, concentrating on taking a look around you, trying to figure out which way you just came from. Suddenly you can feel hot breath hit your neck and you quickly jump away, turning around with wide eyes. 

“Did you just..smell me?” you ask, looking up at the boy who you can see now is obnoxiously tall. He is wearing, as far as you can see, just a loincloth that barely even covers his…things. He looks very tan and his body looks very toned, but not too much, just like he’s been healthily exercising his whole life. You realize that this man/boy must be from that tribe, which is super cool in itself since you weren’t even sure it existed until now. The tribe can’t be that far away, in that case, which kinda only makes you want to find your way back to your dad even more. 

He stares down at you with big brown eyes and smiles again, reaching out a hand and grabbing onto a string of your hair, breaking you out of your thoughts. 

“Wow, what are you doing?” 

He makes a sound and pulls at your hair in excitement. 

“Aow!” You exclaim, gently tugging your hair out of his grip. “What is your deal? Haven’t you ever seen hair before? You have plenty on your own head,” you say and bring his hand to his head instead. 

He looks at you as if you were completely stupid before he drops his hand. 

“I’m sure my dad would love to meet you- uhm, what’s you name?” you ask, cutting yourself off. But he just continues to stare at you with a small smile on his lips. “Your name?” you ask again, but then it hits you. “Ah, right. You don’t speak English, of course…”

He probably has his own language that you would understand probably as much as he understands you right now. 

“So, uhm, my name is Y/N…” you say again, slower while pointing at yourself. “What is your name?” You point at him, but he still doesn’t get it. 

You touch your chest and say your name slowly, then you touch his chest and waits for him to do the same. Though this time he thinks it’s some sort of game because he pushes you right back in the chest, smiling brightly. 

You grab his hands and look into his eyes. “Y/N.” you repeat and motion towards yourself.

“Calum,” he says suddenly, using your hands to motion towards him. 

“Calum?” you say and he nods excitedly before he starts rambling in some foreign language. 

“Y/N,” he says suddenly. 

“Yes, yes, that’s my name,” you smile. “So, Calum. It was really nice talking to you, but I’m afraid I’ll have to go back to my camp now, the sun is starting to rise and I’d love to get at least an hour more of sleep.” 

Calum doesn’t answer, of course. Instead, you just wave at him and tell him goobye before you start walking in the direction you think is right. Hope is right. 

Two seconds later and he is walking right beside you, grinning down at you before he takes your hand. 

You shake your head but can’t fight the smile that comes to your lips, you have no idea of what the other is saying and suddenly he just wants to hold your hand?

You pull it away from his grip, which earns you a small pout from his side, but it is soon replaced by a grin and a laugh when you stumble over a huge rock and almost trip. 

You are just about to tell him that you shouldn’t laugh when someone hurts themselves, but then you notice a familiar looking bush a few feet ahead. 

“Ah, berries!” you exclaim happily, rushing to the bush. Though Calum quickly grabs your arm and yanks it away before you get the chance to take one, rambling loudly and pointing between you and the berries while shaking his head repeatedly. 

“Wait, you were the one who threw things at me yesterday?” you ask, mostly to yourself since he can’t understand you. “And I thought I had a guardian angel…” you mumble, shaking your head stupidly. 

Calum says something and tries to take your hand again, but you take a step back. “Why are you-” you are cut off by Calum’s hand on your mouth and his arms pulling you closer to his body. “Wha a-” you mumble against his hand but he quickly ‘shushes’ you.

His eyes are squinted as he looks around you into the forest and everything is completely quiet except for some crickets in the tall grass and the sound of your beating heart that you are sure he can hear as well. 

“What is it?” you whisper after another thirty seconds of nothing, muffled by his hand that is still covering your mouth.

Suddenly you can hear something rustle in the leaves above you and a moment later Calum has thrown you over his shoulder and started running. 

“Calum!” you shriek, clinging onto him the best you can. “What is going on?” you shout, but he just keeps running, no time for any answers.

Then you hear it, the loud, cat-like ‘rawr’ that has goosebumps running up your spine. You thought your dad said that there weren’t any tigers in the forest? What the hell is this thing? Because it sure as hell sounds like one. 

You are hit by branches and leaves as Calum runs through the forest, jumping over rocks and rivers. You are surprised you haven’t thrown up yet. You are also surprised with how fast he can run, and for how long he can run without getting tired. 

It turns out that it is a jaguar that is chasing you (you had caught a glimpse of it and it nearly stopped your heart), and it also turns out that jaguars don’t like water. 

You can say that you are a little bit surprised when your body is suddenly hit with, surprisingly warm, water. Calum grabs your legs underwater and pulls you to his front instead. You stay under as long as you can, waiting incase the jaguar is still there. But when you resurface there is no sight of it anymore and you can both breathe out, relieved that you are safe. 

You swim to the shore and you notice that it is actually a small pond that you had just escaped into. 

“Holy shit, that was so scary.” you say, crawling on your hands and knees until you are back on land. Calum is immediately by your side, grabbing your chin and tilting your head. Checking all over your face and your neck to see if you’re hurt. You watch him while he with panic and worry in his eyes searches all over your body for any scratches or wounds. 

He meets your eyes, his eyebrows furrowed together. His hair is hanging wet down his face, reaching all the way to his shoulders. He is breathing heavily and waterdrops are running down his chest, pooling at his belly button. His loincloth is soaking and if you had looked close enough, you would definitely have been able to make out exactly where his genitals were (you didn’t look though, obviously…). You have a hard time tearing your eyes away from him and his goddamn body, Jesus Christ.

“I’m fine, Calum. Thank you,” you say, showing him thumbs up. He seems to understand that you are okay because he breathes out and his frown is replaced by his usual grin as he helps you up from the ground. 

This time, you don’t shake his hand off when he grabs yours. Not even when he pulls you closer to his body when he notices you shivering, not even then do you pull away. He just possibly saved you life, the least you can do is let him hold you hand and have his arm around you. Besides, he is extremely hot (his skin is warm but he is also very handsome, yes). 

Not even ten minutes later you can catch a glimpse of your tent through the trees. The sun is rising now so it’s not that dark anymore, your dad must be sick worried for you if you know him as well as you think you do. 

This will certainly be interesting.


A/N: I’m sorry but it got so long so I had to cut it there and make a part 2 instead. I hope you like this first part though, it took me ages to write so I really hope you enjoyed it!! x


Long Distance

John Laurens x Reader
Words: 781



requests are ooooooopen! i will talk to you all tomorrow lovely people xx


You bit your lip, turning down your laptop volume as low as it could go without you losing the ability to hear John’s voice.

You had met your boyfriend, John Laurens, at a peace rally in South Carolina. Unfortunately, you were only there for the week and had to go back home the day after it. You had ended up spending all your time with him, and you had both hit it off well.

When you got home, you decided to send him a message. Ever since that moment, you two had become inseparable with your phones. Long distance relationships are hard, and so you did everything you could to make it work… which is why you were up at midnight, preparing to skype John.

You were staying at your parents’ house while renovations were being made to your apartment, which was why you had to be quiet. Your headphones had broken a few days ago, and you couldn’t be bothered leaving the house to go get more, so you were stuck with having to leave the volume up.

You smiled when seeing John’s skype profile picture flash up on your screen. You answered quickly. “Laurens!” You exclaimed, watching as his face lit up. “(Y/N)! I missed you so much. You need to come back to South Carolina!” He rambled, running a hand through his messy bed hair.

“What time is it there?” You asked, checking the watch on your phone. It read 11pm.

“8 am, way too early,” John mumbled, standing up and turning the laptop to face the inside of his kitchen. He went over to his coffee machine, pressing a few buttons. You laughed quietly. “I know you can’t function without your coffee, but come on! It’s not even that early! I was up at six this morning,” You said.

“Yeah, but that’s different. You live in Australia. Its upside down, but man I’d love to go one day,” John said. You smiled. “You can come when the renovations in my apartment are done.” you started, “I’ll take you around Melbourne, show you the sights… not that there are any.”

“Are you kidding me? Australia sounds incredible! There’s so much wildlife and natural land, I could stay there and study it for my entire life!”

“The only place that there’s natural land is in Central Australia. Trust me, you wouldn’t survive there. You would probably get sunburnt, get bitten by a snake then attacked by a drop bear.”

John pouted slightly, turning to face you, a mug of coffee in his hand. “I thought that was a myth that the Australians made up to scare tourists,” He mumbled, taking a sip of his coffee.

“No, that’s just what the government want you to believe. They’re out there, with the clowns,” You joked.

“Shit, the clowns! Wait, I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t we meet up in New York? You told me you’ve always wanted to go. We can see some Broadway shows, I can buy you a real hot dog and then we can share a milkshake, go on a few dates. Ooh! I could take you to a big toy store and buy you a lot of stuffed animals!” John exclaimed, smiling wide.

“That coffee sure has woken you up,” You said, smiling as John put his coffee mug on the counter.

“It wasn’t the only thing that helped me-“You burst out laughing as John failed at leaning on the counter, falling to the floor. You heard a groan from off the camera, continuing to laugh loudly. John stood up slowly, pouting.

“You laugh at my pain, why?” John mumbled, pouting more.

“Do you want me to give you sympathy?” He nodded, crossing his arms. “Oh, poor baby, did you hurt yourself?”

“Yeah, I hit my head,” John said, going back to pouting. He picked up his mug. “Hey, at least my coffee’s okay.”

Your head whipped to the side as the door opened, you bit your lip when seeing your mum. “Oh, hey mum,” You said, blushing slightly.

“I expect that you’ll be saying goodnight to this young gentleman in a few minutes, or I will be taking your computer off you,” She said, turning off your light and leaving the room. You blushed more.

“Ooh, someone’s in trouble,” John teased, laughing.

“You can’t talk. You literally just fell over because you can’t lean on a counter properly,” You said, giggling.

“Hey, at least you have a reason to come visit now,” John said, smirking.

“And what is that?”

“Kissing me better.” You rolled your eyes, sighing happily.

“I love you John Laurens, but I do not love your terrible attempts at being romantic. Goodnight.”

“A human getting pissed at their vampire boyfriend so they put in a silver sterling tongue stud and bracelets and earrings and their vampire boyfriend is just standing five feet away like “babe. c’mon.”” [x]


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Things Aren't As They Seem

Part 9 to my ‘Figure it out’ series. 1-5, 6, 7, 8.

Contains: Fluff and Angst, per usual.

(I’m sorry it’s so rushed, I’ve been writing all day)

“Mom? Why are you calling me? As I remember after I told you I was pregnant, as you were kicking me out I remember that you said something along the lines of- oh what was it? 'Don’t ever contact us again, you repulsive, disgusting whore’. Sound about right?” You mother laughed nervously, and you rolled your eyes.

“Honey, please. I realized we haven’t spoken in a while-”

“Almost 5 years.” You interjected. She took a breath, continuing on with her statement.

“-but, well, you know it’s your father’s anniversary…and well, I’ve come to realize that family is so important. I’ve wanted to call for awhile, but I didn’t know what to say. It’s been 7 years since we lost him now.” You felt your throat go dry, feeling upset. Your father had died in a car accident; drunk driver.

“You could start by apologizing. I mean, how could you just kick your daughter out, just like that? If family was so important, maybe you should have held on to me instead of push me away.”

“Y/n, I…it was hard for me. I had just lost my husband 2 years before, and then my daughter was pregnant, and it was just…to much to handle. I want to be apart of his life, and yours too. I was hoping you could come home for a week or two, and maybe I could meet him.” This seemed a bit too much on your plate too soon. 15 minutes ago you were content with your life, thinking that your mother would never talk to you again, but now she wanted to be back in your life like nothing ever happened.

“I don’t know, maybe.” You felt a pair of arms snake around your legs, almost making you jump. Walter smiled up at you, and you pressed your fingers to your lips, so his voice wouldn’t be picked up by the phone. “Look, I’ve got to go. I’ll think about it okay?”

“Wait! Y/n please!” Your mother called just as you were about to hang up. “W-what’s his name?” You whispered to your son that you would be out in just a minute, and he left happily.

“Walter Gideon (L/n).” You answered, ending the call. “Alright, who’s reading for the movie!” You called out, walking into the room of your two favorite boys.


After talking with Spencer about the phone call later that night, and making sure he understood he had a grandmother, you decided (reluctantly, very reluctantly) to see your mom again.

You told her all about Spencer, but you made sure that she COMPLETELY UNDERSTOOD that Walter didn’t hear of that until you were ready. You still weren’t sure how you were going to tell him that Spencer was his father, even though you had been dealing with this problem for 2 months since you had arrived in Quantico, Virginia.

You were driving, unhappy that the clear skies and right sun didn’t reflect your mood. You prayed for dark clouds ad rain. Thunder and lightening would be nice, but you didn’t want to push it.

Walter bounced happily in his seat, getting a little fussy from being in the car so long. You liked to believe your son was perfect, but he was a toddler, and everyone knows how hard that can be. He would get especially fussy when he would drop his toys on the ground. He was still a bit to small to reach over and get them, which is when Spencer would come in to the rescue, calming his son with interesting facts or magic tricks. You knew you were so lucky to have him come back into your life.

“Are we there yet?” Walter asked, huffing in his seat. You didn’t reprimand him for his behavior, feeling a bit upset just like him. Before you could say a word, Spencer intervened.

“About 10 minutes buddy, if your mom decides to turn here instead of going straight, which I’m guessing she will do anyway because that’s what’s familiar to her. Which will then be 17 minutes until we get there.”

“Mooooom, go fasterr.” Walter whined. You sighed in mock annoyance, turning on your blinker and switching lanes before it was too late.

“Using my son against me isn’t fair Spence. Besides, how do you even know the streets? I know you’re a geographical profiler, but you don’t even live here.” You asked.

“I listen to the government reports. Plus, what if we have a case down here?” He pointed out, and you nodded your head in a touché motion, letting it go.

“'What did you tell Hotchner? It’s not fair for JJ, Morgan, and Rossi to cover for you all the time. I hope they don’t hate me.”

“They don’t, trust me. Ever since…the…you know. They’ve been pretty understanding. Especially JJ. She was talking about maybe going out and getting Henry and Walter acquainted. Plus Hotch is treating this like you’re on maternity leave, and I need to come home and help you.”

You stayed quiet until you reached the familiar house, the same flowers growing on the day you were kicked out. Spencer seemed to notice your distress, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly. Now or never you guess.

“Alright Wally you ready?” You asked, unbuckling him and placing him on your hip. He nodded, and you rubbed his head affectionately. The three of you walked to the front door and rang the bell. A few minutes later the door opened and you held your breath.

“Hi! Oh my goodness it’s so nice to see you!” your mother beamed. She looked almost exactly the same, minus the wrinkles. She saw Walter and her eyes lit up. “You must be Walter! Oh you’re so big!”

“Say hi to your grandmother Wally.” You whispered, setting him down. He smiled widely as your mother bent down to his level, giving him a hug.

“I’m so happy to meet you Walter.” She stood back up to her full height, giving you a giant hug, and smiling pleasantly at Spencer. “You didn’t tell me he was so handsome.” She teased. “Come in, come in!”

You, Spencer, and your mom sat on the couch, talking and catching up on things, while Walter played on the ground with his toys. Soon enough, it was late, and Walter started yawning.

“Well, it seems we should leave if our little man’s getting tired.”

“Wait, why are you leaving? You’re more than welcome to stay here you know, but separate bedrooms for the two of you.” You winked and you blushed. “Mooom.” You pretended to whine.

“I’ll go bring our stuff in.” Spencer excused himself, smiling. “I’ll bring in Walter’s bag, so you can start getting him ready.”

“Do you wanna help?” you asked your mom, and her mouth opened out of shock. She seemed to realize her position. “Yes! Yes of course.” You thanked Spencer once he brought in Walter’s dinosaur-designed suitcase.

The two of you helped Walter brushed his teeth, putting on his pajamas, and making sure he was tucked in to one of the guest bedrooms next to your room. Spencer would be staying in the basement, due to your mother’s meddling. When Wally had fallen asleep, you finally were able to head to bed.

You walked into your room, seeing old posters of boys you had crushes on and stuffed animals from your childhood. You almost smiled at the memories. You looked at the clock and found out that it was 10:00, one of the latest times Walter had stayed up, and one of the earliest you had fallen asleep. Motherhood sure made you tired.

“You were such a typical teenager. I remember you would lock yourself up here for hours listening to your music.” You turned to find your mom smiling in the doorway.

“That’s when I hated everyone. I was too riddled with social anxiety and awkwardness to talk to anyone so I liked my room more. Especially since he had passed soon after I started high school.”

“He would have been really proud of you. Raising Walter all by yourself, until recently. Now you have a strapping young lad to help, his father no less.”

“He and Wally have been very close ever since they met. I still don’t know how I’m going to tell him though.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way hon.” Your mother yawned. “Alright kiddo, I’m heading to bed.’ She paused. 'I love you y/n.”

“I love you to mom.” You said, smiling and feeling a fuzzy warmth that you hadn’t felt in years.

(2 Days later)

“I was wondering if maybe I could take Walter out today?” She asked, sipping her tea. You knew she was trying to connect with you and Walter, but you didn’t realize it would happen two days after you arrived.

“What are you planning to do?” You asked, sitting down at the table. You knew Spencer wouldn’t be up for a while, never an early riser. Walter would come stomping down whenever he awoke.

“Maybe take him to the park, out shopping for new toys.” She shrugged. “Would that be alright? It might give you and Spencer a chance to have some time to yourself.  When you were young I would’ve killed for some private time with your father.”

“Alright, that seems fine. Just, call Spencer or I if anything goes wrong, and he’s allergic to carrots, so if you take him out for lunch, do remember to make sure he doesn’t eat any, as crazy as that sounds. I have no idea where the allergy comes from.’ You chuckled, noticing her staring at her phone "Are you listening?” She seemed to snap out of her trance.

“Yes, yes of course.”

“Alright, good. Anyways, we both know the emergency numbers-” you seemed to ramble on, taking on the cliché of the over-protective mother.

Your day out had been so romantic, showing him around town, familiar shops catching your eye. Currently, you two were at a restaurant, one you had visited many times.

“Nah-uh!” You cried out in disbelief, laughing over your plate of Spaghetti, which you convinced Spencer to split.

“Yes, Garcia and I were so worried about the Physical test, preparing ourselves to the point of exhaustion under Morgan’s heavy training, that when we found out he had waved the whole thing, we almost killed him.” The two of you laughed a bit more, Spencer changing the topic after a few moments of silence.

“Y/n, I think we need to talk. About your mom.” Spencer said, and you smiled, taking his meaning the wrong way.

“I know, isn’t she great! I hadn’t realized how much I missed her. I’m so amazed that she is actually making an effort to connect with Walter and I.” You saw Spencer crinkle his brows, and your smile dropped. “What is it?”

“I’ve come to notice her behavior, and it’s suggesting that she isn’t being as honest as you think. I hate to say it, but she’s putting on an act y/n. She’s only pretending to care.”

“No. You’re wrong.”


“No, she loves me! You’re wrong!” Your high voice caused others to turn and look at you strangely. You and Spencer both ignored them.

“I know you want to believe that she’s being honest, but there’s something there that she isn’t telling you. I’m sorry. I think she has an ulterior motive.” You looked away from him, staring out the window.

“Can you leave? Please? I’ll meet you back in the car.” You hard him sigh, and get up, watching him go. After a few minutes, you decided you weren’t hungry anymore, paying the bill at the counter and started to walk out. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you answered it, hearing your mom.

“Wait, wait, wait, Walter is in a hospital?! I’ll be right there.” You ran to the car, filling Spencer in on what happened.
“I don’t know what happened honey, i’m so sorry!” Your mother said when she saw you walking down the hall, but you were furious. Spencer had been right, dammit.

“I will talk too you in a minute, right now I need to check on my son. Spencer will be here in a few minutes, he’s talking with the doctor.” You rambled, running into the room where Walter was in. He had small rashes upon his arms and cheeks, and he looked like he was about to cry. You ran over to him, comforting him by rubbing your hand through his hair and whispering reassuring words.

You heard footsteps raced to the door and you saw Spencer, hair ruffled and looking worried as hell. it was his first child scare as a parent. He saw Walter crying and rushed over to him, kneeling in front.

“Hey buddy,’ he whispered, grabbing Walter’s attention slightly, fat tears running down his bumpy cheeks. Spencer’s brows furrowed, looking closer at Walter, his finger reaching out behind his son’s ear. 'What is that?” He whispered. Walter sniffed, wiping his face gingerly.

“What’s what?” Wally’s voice was shaky. Spencer removed his hand from behind Walter’s ear, revealing a small plastic t-rex. Walter’s eyes widened, and his sobs softened, his grubby hands took the toy and admired it.

“I talked to the doctor briefly, and Walter can leave after the Doctor returns with the prescription for an ointment that will calm his skin down. He advises that we also pick up a couple of epi-pens as well.” He spoke to you, wiping your cheek to rid you of a tear you didn’t realize had fallen.

“Can you stay with him while I talk to her?” You asked, and he nodded. You went into the hallway, jaw clenching. “Let’s have a chat, mom.” You took her arm and led her away from the door.

“What exactly were you doing when Walter had his allergic reaction?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“Well, we were over at my friend Delia’s house- you remember her right? We were sitting down to lunch, Delia and I were talking, and a few minutes later I noticed he had a terrible rash and he had trouble breathing. But he’s fine now. He’s fine.”

“And what were you guys eating?” You asked, confused at how she wasn’t as worried as she should’ve been.

“The kids were eating some sandwiches and carrots.” Your mother shrugged. If looks could kill you’d be an orphan at that exact moment.

“Mom, didn’t you remember me telling you this morning when you wanted to take him out that he was allergic to carrots?”

“Oh. Yes. I was just preoccupied talking to Delia about Walter and all that I must’ve forgotten.”

“You don’t seem to understand that if you were just a few minutes late, he might have died! I don’t think you care about us at all! You were just using Walter to prove to Delia that you have a grandson too, because if you’re not in the  limelight, the whole world must stop! God, I was so foolish to think you actually wanted to reconnect with me. Did you ever mention that you only met him 2 days ago? No?”

“…..It never came up darling!” Your mother tried justifying. “And you know how Delia is, she won’t ever shut up unless someone proves to her that having a grandchild isn’t so amazing.” You took a sharp breath.

“Walter is the most beautiful, amazing, wonderful child in the world. I would give up my life for him, and Spencer and I love him with all our hearts. You would be so lucky as to spend one second with him, let alone make-up for the last 4 years. You know what, don’t ever talk to me again okay? Or you know what’s going to come up, my fist in your face.” You scoffed, watching your mothers eyes widen. “Dad would be disgusted.”

And with that you walked away, you had an actual family to get back to. One that really cared, and really loved you, and that’s all you could ever ask for.

anonymous asked:

So I'm easily startled by a lot of things, I get the spooks. So why not an MC is easily startled HC!! It could be anything really, touches, popping up out of nowhere, noises whatever. The RFA + unknown & V pls. Either they enjoy doing that to MC or they feel bad. Up to you. I'm so happy I found your blog btw. Another HC blog to follow!

 im super easily spooked, too! lolol

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  • Yoosungs eyes flutter open 
  • he yawns and stretches
  • MC is right there beside him, they had been sleeping over at his dorm a lot lately
  • he squints at the wall clock
  • “oh, shit”
  • Yoosung shakes MC a little
  • “babe, wake up! we’re gonna be late for class”
  • MC and Yoosung scramble out of bed, rushing to get ready
  • Yoosung shoves some bread in the toaster while MC gets some coffee started for them
  • while they wait for the coffee to brew, Yoosung leaves the room to clip his hair up
  • suddenly he hears MC shouting
  • “JesUS CHRIST!!”
  • Yoosung runs into the kitchen area
  • “what?? what’s going on?? is there a bug?!”
  • MC was clutching their chest and breathing heavily
  • “your toast scared the shit out of me”
  • Yoosung looked at MC, then looked at the toaster, then looked at MC again
  • “MC, you have a fear of toast?”
  • he grabs the bread from the toaster and shoves it in their face
  • “no, you dork! i got spooked when the toast popped out”
  • they push Yoosung’s breakfast out of their face
  • “sorry, i promise i’ll respect your fear of toast from now on”
  • he puts the bread behind his back, hiding it from MC
  • they just roll their eyes at him
  • “lets just catch the bus, nerd”


  • Zen had been looking forward to friday night all week
  • cause friday night was movie night
  • he picked a spooky movie to watch with MC, knowing they’d cuddle up to him
  • they were about halfway through the movie
  • just like Zen had planned, MC was curled up in his arms
  • “don’t worry, babe. i’ll protect you”
  • he was tryna b all suave n shit
  • a particular spooky scene was playing when Zen decided to adjust his position on the couch
  • in doing so, he knocked over an empty plastic cup that was on the side table
  • the cup hit the floor with a clamor
  • MC squeezed Zen’s arm as tightly as possible
  • and let out a short scream
  • their reaction startled Zen, and he yelped as well
  • “sorry, Zen. the cup started me”
  • MC was back to normal, but Zen wasn’t over the shock of their literal SCREAM
  • “geez, MC! it was just the cup!”
  • “hey, i can’t help that i get scarred easily. and you’re the one who picked a spooky movie! i was already on edge cause of that!”
  • Zen picks the cup up from the floor
  • “i’m never using this cup again”
  • MC laughs
  • “Zen, dont be silly! the cup didnt-”
  • but before they could finish, Zen walked into the kitchen and threw the cup away
  • there. he will never make that mistake again.


  • Jaehee took MC shopping, needing a break from her work
  • they were browsing around in a clothing store
  • when Jaehee got an idea
  • “Jaehee, what do you think of this?”
  • MC help up a shirt they liked to show it to Jaehee, but she wasnt there
  • “Jaehee? where did you go?”
  • MC feels like a little kid who lost their mom in the store
  • “Jaehee?”
  • the peek around a rack of clothes
  • Jaehee suddenly appears from the other side of the rack
  • “hey MC! looking for me?”
  • without thinking, MC screams
  • “FUCK!”
  • they immediately cover their mouth and look around in horror
  • okay, several people in the recent vicinity definitely heard that
  • at first Jaehee’s mouth drops open in disbelief
  • “oh my god Jaehee im so sorry-”
  • Jaehee bursts into laughter, cutting MC’s apology short
  • her laugh makes MC smile, too
  • they’ve never seen Jaehee laugh this hard
  • she started to talk, gasping for breath
  • “MC, i had no idea you’d be so surprised”
  • they just shrug
  • “what can i say? i’m easily spooked”
  • Jaehee didnt even care that MC just screamed “fuck” in a public place
  • that was freakin hilarious


  • Jumin was woken up by MC’s yelling
  • it was around 2 AM
  • he bolts upright to see Elizabeth 3rd push the door and walk into the room
  • “MC?! whats going on??”
  • they were super energetic when they woke him up, but now they’re looking down solemnly
  • “it was just the cat…”
  • Jumin tilts his head
  • what on earth were they talking about? why were they screaming a second ago?!
  • “i saw the door open and i thought it was an intruder so i woke you…”
  • Jumin looks at MC, then looks at Elizabeth who jumped on the bed a moment ago and now slept peacefully
  • he then looks at the door to their room which was now hanging open
  • he pulls MC into his arms and puts out a hand to Elly
  • “dont, worry, MC! i wont let her hurt you!”
  • wait wait, ok wait
  • Jumin is making a joke?
  • usually when Jumin tries so make a joke he laughs at himself before he can even finish
  • but now, he was keeping up the act pretty well
  • “oh, Jumin! please save me from this violent intruder!”
  • he lays back down, pulling MC even closer and squeezing them
  • he kisses their nose
  • “we’ll just have to sleep real close tonight so i can protect you”


  • poor MC’s tendency to get spooked was like Sevens playground
  • one morning MC was making some pancakes
  • so, as per usual, he decides to take advantage of the situation
  • he sneaks up to them until he’s standing right behind MC
  • and yells
  • he shouted almost right into their left ear, and when the whipped around he ran off to the right
  • “Seven, you asshole!”
  • with the spatula they were using to cook still in hand, MC chases after Seven
  • he runs into the hallway and opens the bathroom door, hiding behind it
  • he hears MC as they walk into the hallway
  • “i swear to god Seven, i’m going to quit cooking for you and then you’ll starve”
  • when MC is in range, he jumps out from behind the door
  • before Seven can even say “boo” MC yelps and uses their spatula to smack him square in the face
  • “gah! my beautiful face!”
  • Seven sinks to the ground
  • MC didnt mean to smack him, but they go along with it anyway
  • they stand over him menacingly
  • “you’ve scared me one too many times, now you have to pay the price”
  • Seven looks up at MC
  • “you look pretty scary with that spatula, MC. are you gonna hit me with it again?”
  • he winks playfully
  • MC was practically growling
  • “Seven, i swear to god”
  • he jumps up and runs away again


  • V took MC out to the zoo for a date
  • he loved watching them look at all the animals, they were so adorable
  • they went to the reptile house together
  • MC leaned down to look closer at a certain snake exhibit
  • V stands beside them, leaning down as well
  • “do you like this one?”
  • MC smiles and nods at him
  • “yea! when i was a kid-”
  • while MC was talking, the snake strikes at the glass
  • “ah!” 
  • MC yelps and grabs V’s arm
  • he was surprised by the way they yelled but doesnt show it
  • “i know that snake was pretty scary, but theres glass there for a reason”
  • he beams at MC, trying to cheep them up
  • “i know, i know. it just surprised me. i get spooked easily”
  • V blushes
  • he finds it so adorably endearing that MC is so innocent 
  • he wraps his arms around MC, hugging them
  • “well lets go see the polar bears. i think they move pretty slowly for the most part”
  • “okay, V!”


  • Saeran lived for Halloween
  • he was ready to spook MC so hard, on the spookiest night of all
  • he even dressed like Jason, since MC is terrified of that movie
  • this is gonna be so funny
  • he lies in wait behind some bushes
  • MC returns from their shopping trip, grocery bags in hand
  • when they start walking up the driveway, Saeran pops out from the bushes and yells
  • MC lets out a blood curdling scream and drops their groceries
  • they even threw the milk the were carrying across the lawn
  • MC crumples to their feet
  • Saeran takes his mask off and sits next to MC
    “oh my god, i got you so good! you should have seen-”
  • …wait…
  • is MC crying??
  • shit.
  • “babe im so sorry. i thought you would think it was funny…”
  • MC wipes tears away from their face
  • “it’s okay, Saeran. you just really startled me”
  • he pulls MC into his lap and squeezes them in a hug
  • “i’m so sorry. please stop crying. please?”
  • “Saeran, i’m fine. you have to carry in the groceries, though”
  • “of course!”
  • MC could see that Saeran felt super guilty about making them cry
  • they’ll bring this up later when they want something out of him


Leorai Week/ Day Six / Evil AU

Prompt: Evil AU so have some FOOT! Leo. 

Verse: IDW Comics, if the City Fall arc had ended just a bit differently…

Rated: T

Words: 2300

Karai stood, arms across her armored chest plate, eyes narrowed. As if she had nothing else to do but to stand about being irate. She gave her scarlet scarf a perfunctory yank, stopping when the it hung limp about her neck, then tossed it over her shoulder in irritation. Tapping a booted foot on the wooden dojo floor, she watched. And she waited.

The kunoichi leaned back against the wall, not giving a damn if he thought she was petulant. She was only there because the Shredder had ordered her to be. Her grandfather wanted her relationship with Leonardo to be more…collaborative. Cooperative, he had said. It was “necessary” for the next phase in his plan for the Foot. Their relationship should be less “antagonistic”. Leonardo was the second in command, after all. Karai let out a sigh of exasperation and the huff of her breath stirred the black hair that hung around her face. As if she needed yet another reason to resent her grandfather.

The Shredder had given the most prized position in the clan to a boy who hadn’t even earned it. Didn’t even want it. Three years later, that boy had become a man, but Karai still refused to reconcile her grandfather’s decision. Not when she had dedicated her entire life to serving the Foot. Not when she wanted to be his Chunin so badly she could taste it. She could still taste it. Ambition and lust were as hot and metallic as blood in her mouth.

Across the dojo, Leonardo executed a flawless kick, knocking a freshly recruited Foot solider flat on their back. Karai rolled her eyes as their sai skidded across the polished wood floor. Overkill. Yet she still allowed her gaze to drift back to the dojo floor. She made it a point to feign disinterest as she surveyed the crowd of gaping new recruits.

Though Karai would never admit it, the turtle cut an imposing figure in his dark mask and red and black plated Foot Clan armor. Their clan symbol shown a bright blood red across his shoulder, just below the  ghastly scar shot up his neck to his face; the unassailable marker of his loyalty. It should have killed him. He should have died that night, yet there he stood. The black wrappings that snaked up his body emphasized the musculature of legs and arms. She realized that he was so much broader now, with the svelte frame of a man instead of a boy. He was taller than when he had come to them years ago, as well. The turtle stood nearly a head taller than she did, even in her boots. Leonardo was almost sort of good looking, now that he wasn’t so laughably small. Karai’s brow furrowed and she shook her head. He has always been your enemy, she thought. Never forget that.

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Trouble with Ashwinders - Newt x Reader

Prompt: hey! I have a prompt to you! Could you please make a newtxreader where the reader is sick but doesn’t want to worry newt so she keeps trying to take care of the beasts and passes out cause she sick and the creatures try to protect her and help her and they try to get newts attention and he finds her surrounded by his beasts that are protective of her and he picks her up and nurses her back to health, Thank you!

Hello! Thanks so much for the request. This is the first imagine-y kind of thing i’ve done on this blog and I hope I’ve done a good job with it. Anyways here it is and hope you like it!

Most of the time you absolutely adored magical creatures - this, however, was not one of those times. You had been tracking a particularly nasty Ashwinder that was due to about lay a half dozen eggs  through an old part of town for what seemed like hours.  Somehow it was able to escape you every time you were close to catching it, leaving you tired and exasperated.

A light crash caught your attention. You looked up just in time to the tail end of the darn thing slither through an open window of what looked like an incredibly old library. You ran up the steps of the building and pushed  the door open with a soft thud. Entering the building you couldn’t help but notice the enormity of the place. Staircases spiraled towards the ornately painted ceiling, dusty chandeliers cast a muted glow on the walls lined with books. The realization that the snake could be hiding absolutely anywhere made you  groan tiredly.

You had just turned the corner of yet another row of bookshelves when you spotted them. Hidden in the corner of the room, under a sagging chair, were the Ashwinder eggs Newt had been wanting so desperately. They glowed a beautiful faint scarlet in the dim light, alluring to any passerby. You quietly walked over to them. Though the library was nearly empty, you didn’t want to draw any more unwanted attention to yourself or the eggs than was absolutely necessary. Quickly, dropping to your knees, you gently placed them into your knapsack.  Now to find the mother before it terrorized any muggles.

You were just about to stand up when you felt a searing pain slide down your back. You whipped around, crying out from the pain. The mother Ashwinder had slithered from its hiding place on the bookcase down your back in an attempt to protect its eggs. It now wrapped itself around your torso, burning every place it touched your body. Fighting the urge to scream from the agony, you tried your best to push the snake off  you. The snake only wound itself tighter around you. It became hard to breathe. Your lungs burned. Tears began to obscure your vision. A fierce searing pain tore through your body before immediately subsiding. You looked down to see your clothed covered in ash. It had died and turned to ash. You breathed a sigh of relief that that was over and got out of the library as fast as you could.

Newt’s smile was enormous when you delivered the Ashwinder eggs to him. You couldn’t help but feel the pain was worth it once you saw how happy he was. He danced around his work table, making small exclamations as he studied the wonderfully bizarre eggs. A permanent grin was etched onto his face. Laughing softly to yourself you decided to leave him to it, opting to go visit some of the creatures in need of company.

The Niffler was last to be visited. He had to be one of your favorite creatures of Newts, though you tried not to display favoritism; jealous magical beasts could be a nuisance.  As you made your way over to him you began to sway. A strange sensation took over your body, you felt both burning hot, and piercingly cold at the same time. That can’t be good,  you thought, but hey, it can’t be thaaat bad. Still, you started to feel slightly nervous, though you tried to push the feeling down.

As you reached the Niffler’s habitat the burning began to intensify and you started to feel incredibly feverish. The little animal looked up at you, somehow showing concern in his little eyes. He nudged your hand, prompting a soft smile to form on your lips. His fur felt velvety soft under your fingertips. A wave of nausea hit you, causing you to nearly fall. Something definitely wasn’t right. Calling Newt would probably be the most logical thing to do, but you didn’t want to concern him, especially when he had his new eggs to take care of.

Now standing on shaky legs you decided the best thing would be to lay down and get some rest. Shivers ran up your arms, despite you feeling like your body was on fire. A knot in your stomach started to form. Stumbling a bit you, attempted to reach the shed. The burning became agonizing. Tears  welled up and cascaded down your checks. Maybe you should find Newt. Pain suddenly erupted from your spine. “Ne-!” you called out, but it was too late. The world blurred and you were enveloped by inky blackness as your body collapsed onto the ground.

Newt looked up from where he was studying his Ashwinder eggs. He could sense something wasn’t right with his animals. Well, that and Pickett was furiously trying to get his attention by poking him and pointing to something. He slowly stood and made his way out of the shed. The air was unusually quiet. Something was definitely wrong. Newt hastily made his way through the habitats, noticing that most of the animals were nowhere to be seen. Growing more and more worried he called out to (y/n). When you didn’t answer he became nearly frantic.

Sitting on Newt’s shoulder, Picket began to point furiously in the direction of the Niffler. “What is it Picket? Is something wrong?” Newt asked trying to mask his concern. Pickett nodded vigorously, prompting Newt to dash to where the little creature was pointing.

There, lying in the middle of a crowd of beasts, was (y/n). “(y/n)!” Newt called panic-stricken. When you didn’t answer his heart nearly skipped a beat. “No no no no no”  He cried as he rushed over (y/n) pushing his creatures out of the way. A few growled at him, standing over her protectively.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt her,” Newt mumbled,  scooping (y/n) in his arms. Tears rolled down his cheeks, splashing onto the face of the girl he had grown to love. “You’ll be okay, I promise you. I-I love you (y/n). Don’t go” he whispered softly. He gathered her in his arms, carrying her to his small shed. Newt gently placed (y/n) now on his work table, shoving instruments and charts out of his way. He placed his hand on her feverish forehead, immediately retracting it from the heat.

“No no no, this is all my fault.” He mumbled to himself, wondering what could possibly have happened. Then a thought struck him. He tentatively pushed the top of (y/n)’s shirt down to expose a nasty looking Ashwinder bite on her collarbone. Green veins branched out, beginning to overtake her entire upper body. Guilt washed over him despite him having nothing to do with hurting (y/n). “What have I done!?”

Newt delicately bound the wound then swiftly found the ingredients he needed. He expertly combined them into a vibrant green liquid, swirling and thick. Then darting over to (y/n)’s side, he propped her head up with one hand and poured the strange liquid into her mouth with the other. He set the remainder of the potion down, then gently cradled her, brushing aside a few strands of (y/n)’s hair.

The potion began to work almost immediately. She stirred in his arms, relaxing now that the fever had lessened. Newt held her hand tenderly.

“Please be okay (y/n)”


Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the warm light. Newt was peering at you, concern and relief evident in his eyes. “(y/n), you’re awake! I-I was so concerned. When I–when I found you I didn’t know what to think. I was so concerned! If Pickett weren’t there I don’t know what could have happened. You–you could have– this is all my fault. If-if I had only–” He stuttered.

“Newt, Newt, it’s okay, I’m okay. None if this is your fault. You saved me. ” You interrupted groggily. He started to rock you back and forth, tears welling in his eyes.

“I don’t know what I would do if you were gone, (y/n).” Newt choked.

“I don’t know what I would have done either, Newt. If I had, you know, died, then I would never have gotten a chance to tell you…tell you I love you.” You smiled softly at him.

He looked at you in surprise and held you tighter.

“I love you too (y/n). I love you so much.”

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During the seven months he and Eren have been together, Levi’s grown used to his boyfriend’s little quirks. He makes whistling little noises when he sleeps, not unlike a small cat, and physically cannot ingest hot foods or beverages. It has something to do with the atmospheric conditions on his home planet and thus the evolution of their species’ oral cavity, he’d explained once, but back then Levi had still been too perplexed by his long, sharp tongue to listen too carefully. In fact, Eren could live solely on lukewarm water and sunlight if he wanted to, but ever since settling on Earth he’d quickly developed a fondness for vegetables and fruits of all sorts.

“Hang on. So, if you don’t need food to survive,” Levi had said once while watching Eren gobble down a whole watermelon, peels and all, “does that mean you don’t poop either?”

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anonymous asked:

What would you tell a complete beginner? I want to get a snake, but I don't know that much. What should I keep in mind?

Hello anon,  good luck with all your snake research!  Finding out as much as you can before getting the animal is probably the most important thing. I can give you a few tips others may want to add if i’ve missed obvious stuff!

1) First consider if you accommodate a snake in your life?  How much space can you dedicate to the adult enclosure.. are you on a tight budget? And is there an exotics vet near enough where you can take your snake? All pets come with costs!  

2) What do you want out of a snake? I would really recommend looking into species that are easy to feed and care for or species that are slightly more tolerant of the “beginners errors”. Also is it important you can handle the snake? Do you mind if they may be bitey as hatchlings?  Do you mind if you never see them in the enclosure or would you prefer something more active you can watch?

3) Once you have an idea of your wants and limitations look into species that fit what you want from a snake and will be able to thrive on your budget in the space you can provide..For a beginner I would probably advise to stay away from species that have reputations for being very hard to feed or fragile in captivity (or any big/giant snakes). But equally snakes live a very long time! Make sure you find a species you are excited about keeping. 

4) Find a good reputable breeder with healthy animals. Ask people that own the species you are interested in about good breeders, look for reviews ect. If the species you want is very common in the pet trade you can also consider adopting from a reptile rescue center. Just speak to them and make sure you get a healthy animal as your first snake some reptiles do just find their way into rescue by circumstance they are not always problem animals. 

 **- your not going to get the animal until you have the set up all ready for it-**

5) When you decide on your species and know you can get hold of one… Enclosure design time! Gosh you will so much conflicting things on enclosure design. “ Too much space is scary for snakes (myth)”   “Tubs are fine forever for x species (they are not usually)” “ All you need is kitchen roll and a water dish and just plug in a heat mat! (no. It’s not that simple and you will always need a thermostat too despite what some keepers may say!)”  

It can be a bit of a mine field, especially for people new to the hobby heh.  I can’t really help you out with specifics without knowing what kind of species your interested in.  But If you are looking for your first pet I am assuming you want it to have the best quality of life possible that you can provide.  So look for tips, advice and inspiration from keepers who’s priority is the same! 

That is sadly not the huge large scale breeders that offer their snakes the bare minimum for them to survive in exchange for offspring to sell.  

Look at the natural behaviours of the snake your decide on. Does it like to climb? burrow? bask in the sun? Spend lots of time in water? Is it a very secretive species?  Make sure your enclosure provides a comfortable and stimulating environment which allows your animal to express it’s natural behaviours and offers it a variety of choices, promoting both its mental and physical well-being.  You can read more about why that is so important in this post here:


Don’t get caught up in the minimums go for the best practice!  

Also a good  well thought out enclosures makes snake keeping soooo much easier. You don’t need to be battling to keep temps and humidity right in a fish tank with a red heat bulb (avoid the hell out of those red bulbs btw).. It adds an unnecessary complication to deal with as a beginner and won’t facilitate good conditions for the snake. Not to say tanks are bad for everything… but generally you are better with either a really big tub, pvc caging or wood enclosures.  @teleos  post below is a good starting point for enclosure equipment and costs; 


6) Snakes are addictive!! 

Maybe this is not a concern at this stage…

But If I could go back and tell my past self anything it would be that. and to not get carried away… Set yourself a maximum number of animals you can house according to “best practice” with the space you have and stick to it. 

In all honesty I got slightly swept up in the metric tonne of myths about small enclosures being “ just fine” myself at the beginning.  My snakes current housing is “good” but its not as good as I would like it to be… and if I had not got so many so soon I’d have done things differently.. Neh. Live and learn. 

Sorry for the essay anon, good luck with your research and most importantly feel free to ask questions!