there was that deer thing i still fail to figure out

anonymous asked:

Can we get a prompt for Klance of Shiro coming back and like not realizing Keith and Lance are together. He sees them together all the time but just thinks they became really good friends until it becomes obvious they are more. Thanks!

Aaaand once again, I’m so sorry for the six months delay and I hope you’re still following me and that you see this and you like it.

This… went a little bit differently than I expected or intended it to? It’s perhaps a bit odd stylistically, but it was an interesting experiment


Zero

They reunited in the heat of battle, so there was no time to notice anything, really, except the laser blasts coming at them from all sides. It was almost ridiculous, how the reunion happened: one moment, Shiro was back to back with Matt, blasting their way through an impossibly thick mob of soldiers, then there was an explosion, and the next thing he knew Matt had doubled into two people, except one of them was wearing white armor edged in green. The second Matt was saying something, just audible over the sound of battle.

“Matthew Holt, I hope you are ready to be grounded for the rest of your life, because Mom isn’t going to let either of us step outside ever again.” Without turning to face him, the second Matt elbowed Shiro in the ribs. “And you,” she said. “If you don’t stop disappearing, poor Keith is going to have an aneurysm.” It was only when he twisted to shoot down a Galra soldier lunging at the double Matts that he caught sight of tears glistening in Pidge’s eyes, and the fierce smile on her face. When he turned back, he saw the others too: Hunk on the edges, with his back to the wall, mowing down as many as he could with his cannon. Lance had somehow scrambled up a straight ladder against the wall and was hanging there by his legs, taking the Galra out sniper-style. Keith, predictably, was in the thick of it, a red whirl of fury, his sword hacking apart enemies left and right. When he cut straight through three drones with one swing, Shiro heard Lance shout from above.

“Nice going, samurai!” he called, the proud grin audible in his voice. Almost without looking, he shot a Galra barreling for Keith straight through the head.

“Quick eye, sharpshooter!” Keith called back.

Then he lost sight of them in the fury of the battle. After it was done, none of the team had eyes or ears for anything but him and Matt, piling on him in a giant hug until Shiro thought they might never let go, tears streaming freely down their faces. So there really wasn’t anything that should have tipped him off, per se – he just assumed the team as a whole had grown tighter knit in his absence as they continued to work together.

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His first real clue should have been breakfast. He and Keith had talked almost all night, Keith’s eyes drinking Shiro in as if he were afraid he might disappear again if he so much as blinked. Ultimately, the exhaustion of the battle had overpowered Keith and he slipped into sleep on the couch. Shiro covered him with a blanket and camped out on the couch opposite. His room hadn’t been touched, was sitting waiting for him, but he had long since grown used to sleeping wherever there was space, first in the gladiator prisons, and then again amongst the rebels with Matt. He knew Keith would appreciate the reassurance of being able to see him first thing when he woke up.

He still slept lightly, and slept short nights, but Keith was gone when he woke up anyway. He made his way to the kitchen, the castle halls still nostalgically familiar even after months away. Keith was sitting at the table stirring something that smelled so much like coffee Shiro had his worst rush of homesickness since boarding the flight to Kerberos. Keith’s eyes were half lidded and he still looked half asleep. Lance was bustling around the kitchen, frying something pink and brown and sweet-smelling. He had an awful case of bedhead and was wearing the blue lion slippers and bathrobe he’d dug up somehow – Shiro still had no idea where he’d found them. He was yawning frequently, but he greeted Shiro with an enthusiastic smile and announced breakfast would be served momentarily.

He attributed Lance and Keith’s amiability to more time spent as friends and, perhaps egocentrically, to his own return – neither of them would want to have a row and spoil their reunion with Shiro. It somehow didn’t occur to him to wonder why Keith would be sitting in the kitchen alone with Lance before Shiro was even awake, or why I-need-my-beauty-sleep Lance was up so early at all. It certainly didn’t occur to him that it might have something to do with the fact that Keith had never gone to bed the night before.

They both sat across from him, and next to each other. Looking back on it, they were probably holding hands under the table. Shiro’s only excuse was exhaustion and, well, the two had still been goading each other at every other opportunity when he left, if not at every single moment anymore. They were getting better, but it was a big leap from that to what had grown between them.

Two

The training, he had no real excuse for. He walked in on them practicing hand-to-hand and stood quietly in the corner, pleased and honestly astonished at how well they were working together. Keith was demonstrating to Lance how to get out of a chokehold and Lance was nodding and following instructions just as if it were Shiro. No, he corrected himself, better than he ever did when Shiro was leading the team. There was an air of calm confidence around Lance now. Oh, he still flirted mercilessly and threw barbs at Keith – which Keith took with a smile that dared him on and returned barbs of his own – and he was still easily the loudest and most enthusiastic of any of them. But he wasn’t wildly bombastic anymore. His energy didn’t splay out in uncontrolled and misdirected bursts. He’d found some kind of center, some kind of anchor that Shiro couldn’t put his finger on. Keith had grown calmer as well. Even as Lance repeatedly failed to understand the particular way Keith wanted him to shift his weight, Shiro could watch him putting his frustration aside, searching for new ways to explain or demonstrate it.

Lance shifted his weight too much, overbalanced, and sent them both tumbling to the floor, Keith landing on top of him. They both lay there groaning for a second until it turned into bubbling laughter. Shiro saw Lance whisper something in Keith’s ear, and suddenly Keith bounded to his feet, whirling.

“Shiro!” he yelped, and then cleared his throat. “Hey, Shiro, didn’t see you there.” Lance guffawed from the floor, folding his arms behind his head.

“Hey Shiro,” he called. There was an odd suggestiveness to the tone. Shiro frowned.

“I just came in to see how training was going and make sure you two weren’t actually trying to kill each other,” he said. Keith went beet red as Lance burst into another round of sniggering chuckles.

“Nope, we’re all still friends here,” he called, winking. Shiro didn’t know what to think about the wink, but he shrugged it off and went on with his day anyway.

Three

In the end, it took being bludgeoned over the head with it for him to notice. He wandered into the hall late at night, headed to the kitchen for a glass of water, and caught Keith reaching to open the door to Lance’s room.

“Keith?” he asked. “Isn’t that Lance’s room?” Keith froze like a deer in headlights. Shiro almost heard his neck creaking when he turned his head to look at him. His eyes were wide and wild with an odd sort of terror, but he was saved the necessity of answering by the door flying open to reveal Lance in his PJs.

“It is indeed,” Lance said, a wicked grin on his face. “You ready for bed, babe?” Keith mouthed soundlessly at him. Even then, Shiro thought Lance was just joking.

“What are you two actually up to?” he asked, rolling his eyes. If Lance and Keith were scheming something together, he wasn’t sure the castle would survive it. Only a truly outrageous cause could unite them. Lance and Keith glanced at each other, and Lance burst out laughing. Keith was red to his ears.

“Keith, please, we’ve got to tell him,” Lance said, struggling for breath through tears of mirth. “I’m going to choke to death laughing if he gets any more oblivious.” Keith nodded stiffly.

“Okay, yes, fine, tell him,” he muttered. Shiro frowned, glancing between them.

“Tell me what?” he asked. Lance pursed his lips, and then grabbed Keith around the waist and kissed him on the mouth.

Shiro flinched back, waiting for Keith to punch Lance so hard he would break his nose, but instead Keith melted into the kiss. With one embarrassed side-eye flicker at Shiro and a little shrug that seemed to say “What can I tell you?” his eyes slid closed. He cupped Lance’s jaw and pulled him closer, pressing his lips to the corner of Lance’s mouth. When they broke apart, Shiro’s jaw was on the floor. Lance, also flushed now, shrugged.

“Tell you that,” he said, a note of laughing embarrassment in his voice. “We were going to let you figure it out for yourself, but God, Shiro, you are majorly oblivious.”

There was no answer to that, Shiro realized, except to agree.

[Please do not send me prompts at the moment, I am working through old ones]

anonymous asked:

how would the chocobois propose to their s/o?

So…I may have gotten a bit carried away with these lmao XD I hope you enjoy reading bb!

@sonsoflucis@ultimoogle@wolfgoddess77@xnoctits@paopuicecream@themissimmortal@noxfreyas

Prompto

It had taken Prompto several weeks to finally be ready to propose to you.  It wasn’t so much the planning of it that had taken a while so much as it was the fact he had to go through each photo he had ever taken of you.  Prompto had always known that when the time came he would want to somehow use photography to propose to his significant other, he just never knew exactly how he’d want it to play out. But then the idea struck him.

The two of you had been friends since he was still a fat grade-schooler; in fact, you had been one of the few people to have been genuinely nice to him during those days.  You and Prompto had been inseparable and had remained by each other’s sides ever since.  Having to leave you behind during his journey to help Noctis had been one of the most painful things and when he’d finally returned he had asked you to go out with him.  “Just once,” he’d said.  Then that one date turned into a another, which turned into another, which turned into…well the point was, from that moment on the two of you had definitely been an official pair.  And it was actually you that had given him the idea on how to propose.  

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A/N: For the lovely person who asked for “Can you do a Jughead x Betty after 1.06 where the rest of their friends find out about them? :)” I hope I did it justice. Thank you! 


The two teens thought they were being smooth, only exchanging short glances and private smiles throughtout the day. The looks they gave each other were like a secret code between them. After the kiss they shared the other day, it set something into motion neither of them were expecting. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, moments, but to Betty and Jughead it felt like the world stopped. He framed her face in his hands, pulling back slowly, gasping for air after he bravely leaned in and moved his lips against her soft pink ones. Betty’s lips moved with his without hesitation. Betty wasn’t expecting it, she didn’t see it coming, but when it happened the first thought that invaded her mind – I want more.

Jughead’s rough lips drew her in and sent an electric shock through her body. When was the last time she had been kissed like that? Was she ever kissed like that? There was tenderness and a tease of passion behind that kiss. Jughead had gathered up the courage to go in to offer her some comfort. He had held his breath until the distance between the teens were centimeters. Then, he mentally kicked himself and did it. If she rejected him, he would prepared himself. If she yelled at him to get out, he would run out the window and respect her wishes. He actually didn’t have the intention of going in there to kiss her. It was more of an impulse than a well calculated move.

After her freaking out thinking she was crazy, he felt they needed something in the midst of all the chaos going on around them. Now they were in this position where they weren’t sure where they stood or if it was going to become anything. Kisses happened between people and they didn’t always carry so much meaning. But the blonde and dark-haired boy – that wasn’t their narrative. The teens actually hadn’t approached the topic verbally.

Betty pressed her lips together when they were sitting close during lunch. She dragged her fingers through her ponytail, trying to distract herself from staring at Jughead’s lips, wondering if he slathered on his Chapstick. She wanted to taste those lips once more – Chapstick and all. They had only briefly touched base on the kiss, and they weren’t quite ready to share with their friends about their friendship going beyond just playing Sherlock Holmes.

“Betts.” Jughead nervously said her name as he cleaned his hands. The perky blonde turned her attention toward him, meeting his eyes. She resisted the urge to lunge forward and close any extra space they had between them. She was done with her plate of food, so she shoved the Styrofoam away from her taking the apple from the tray.

“Juggie?” She questioned as opposed to stating. His name left her mouth with a higher pitch than usual she noted. The raven-haired boy looked from her eyes toward her lips, unknowingly licking his own, remembering that kiss. Suddenly, he felt his lips feel a tinge of heat as if that touch came to life again. Betty wiped the apple with a napkin before taking a bite from it, leaving a pink stain from her lipstick on the fruit. Jughead’s eyes followed the apple as she set it down on the napkin.

“I…” He stuttered. Jughead was rarely a person who struggled for words, even if it was a lightening-fast quip with no emotion attached. But right now, he didn’t know what to say. His mind was drawing blanks, going back to that kiss. He wanted to be able to climb up her window, see her beaming and helping him inside. They could make it their routine, something for them. But then that would mean they could possibly take the leap of becoming a couple. As much as Jughead had deep feelings for Betty, he wasn’t sure if he was quite ready for that step. Perhaps he needed more time, and maybe he needed to start speaking to get Betty to stop looking at him with that worried face of hers. “I want to kiss you again.” He finally blurted out, seeing Betty’s green eyes go wide.

“Again?!” Veronica and Kevin exclaimed at the same time as they approached the picnic table with their lunches in hand. Jughead and Betty simultaneously turned their heads toward their friends, with a deer-caught-in-headlights expression over their faces. The two teens started to talk over each other, making hand gestures, failing miserably at explaining themselves. Veronica and Kevin exchanged a glance and a smirk, taking their seats across from the two blabbers.

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Good Girl CH 2: Drunken Child

I blink at him, trying my best to appear as drunk as I was before all of this happened, knowing my drunk self will handle this better. I become more careless, almost sociopathic, in my child like drunk state, only caring for very few things like Jihyo. I give him my best-drunken grin, not unnerved by the murder I just witnessed, more focused on making sure he doesn’t notice Jihyo.

“Hi,” I hiccup.

“That isn’t the reaction I was expecting.” He chuckles to himself as he stands and takes the few steps needed to reach me. He crouches down to my level, our faces only inches a part. “What are you doing out here little one?” He asks me in a surprisingly sweet voice, his hand stroking my cheek. I’m surprised when I don’t flinch away from his touch; instead my drunken self fully takes over.

In child like drunkenness I slur, “There was a scary loud noise and people scattered and I ran out here.”

“You mean this loud noise,” He pulls a gun out from behind him and fires it blindly in the air, prompting me to cover my ears that are already ringing.

“Hyung, what the hell?” A deep voice snaps. Kitty, a name that seems to fit the man with a mischievous smile perfectly, just glares at the voice but tucks the gun back in his pants.

“You better watch out little one, this is a dangerous place for a little kitten like you.” I giggle at his words as he uses my nickname for him. His brow rises at the sound of my laugh; his smile slowly shifts to something more warm and genuine, “What is so funny?”

“You’re kitty!” I say drunkly. From the way my instincts seem to shut down around him, regardless of the fact that I just watched him kill someone, I feel as if I can relax around him. I’m really hoping it’s not from the tequila.

“Me?” The man scoffs. I nod making him laugh, “Fine, but what am I supposed to call you?”

“Who the hell are you talking to?” The same deep voice asks, much closer this time. Another man appears, the tallest one, and looks from Kitty to me surprised.

“Give me a few more minutes Kris,” Kitty glares at the sharp featured man.

“Omo, you have friends! I’m so sorry!” I slur, bowing my head, “Please go a head, I’m sorry for taking your time!”

“What the hell is wrong with her?” The new man chuckles.

I glare at him, “Ya! Nothing is wrong with me, I’m just kind of drunk!”

Both men laugh, the new comer asks, “What was your poison tonight sweetheart?”

Grinning big I yell, “Tequila!”

“And how many shots did you have?”

I pause for minute, deep in drunken thought, trying my best to at least think of a guess, using all of my fingers, “This many!”

“You won’t remember a thing tomorrow hopefully, it would be a shame to kill a pretty thing like yourself.”

Kitty grins at me, “But just to be sure, we should bring her home with us.”

“Hyung, are you sure that’s a good idea?” The dragon, yea, that seems about right, asks.

For some reason it sounds like a good idea to me, which makes me suddenly yell, “I wanna go home with Kitty!” Kitty smirks at the younger man triumphantly.

“You have no idea what you are getting yourself into Sweetheart,” Dragon says with a sigh but also a small smile.

“I think it’s called a van,” I tease as Kitty offers me a hand. Both men can’t help but laugh at my drunken innocence. Kitty wraps his arm around my waist, holding me tightly, whether it’s to make sure I don’t fall or to make sure I don’t run away, I’m not sure but his warmth is very much accepted.

“What were you guys doing?” Another boy asks, this one obviously younger with his round owl like eyes. Him and the other boys, I’m far to gone to count, stare at me wide eyed as Kitty helps me into the van and pulls me into his lap while Dragon helps him secure the seat belt around us both using a strange amount of care that I wouldn’t expect from them.

“Omo!” I say gleefully as I stare at the cute boy. He is taken back as I try to reach for him, something that surprised me as well, but Kitty holds my hands securely in my lap making me pout.

“Calm down little one, you can’t go being friendly with everyone, it hurts your oppa’s feelings,” Kitty coos in my ear, a small action that makes every person in the van turn and stare at us.

“But Kitty oppa! I just want to pinch his cheeks,” I whine as I struggle in his grasp trying and failing against his strength.

“Why his? Are mine not cute enough for you?” The older man puffs out his already large cheeks as he releases my hands, giving me permission to do what I wish. Giggling like a school girl I place both of my hands on his cheeks that are still pink from the cold.

“What the hell is going on?” The person in the driver’s seat asks staring back at us. I take my hands away from Kitty’s face to stare at the classically handsome man then the other man in the passenger seat who faintly reminds me of a deer.

“We picked up a friend,” Kitty says simply, not taking his eyes off me.

“She saw but she is pretty drunk so we’re going to see if she remembers tomorrow,” Dragon explains the rest.

“But what’s with all of that?” The deer like man asks as he gestures to mine and Kitty’s careless touchiness. Even his voice sounds pretty. I can’t take my eyes off the beautiful man.

“So pretty,” I mumble. I’m surprised when he blushes and looks away.

“She isn’t afraid of you,” One from the back stated a little confused as he leans forward to study me, a dimple on one of his cheeks appears as he smirks at me. “Are you sure she saw?”

Kitty nods, “I looked over and she was right there just staring at me. But than she smiled at me as if nothing happened.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” The deer boy asks.

I feel both Kitty and Dragon stare at me with expectant smirks as I pout, “I already said I want to go with Kitty!”

If these boys weren’t surprised already they sure ass hell are now. Dragon and Kitty die laughing at my non threatening demand, but through his laugh Kitty is able to say, “You heard the lady, lets get going, someone else is probably as impatient as her.”

They nod, understanding whatever he is hinting at that goes right over my head. Kitty rests his hands on my thighs, palm side up, and holds my hands loosely. He keeps me entertained by playing that game where he tries to catch my hands in his. Dragon watches us, just as amused as me by the simple game, he even asks if he can play as long drive drags on. One of the others in the row of seats behind us asks if he can have a turn. He has tan skin and bags under his eyes as if he hasn’t slept in years, giving him a scary appearance but when no red flags pop up in my head I smile and agree, thinking he reminds me of a panda.

When we arrive at our destination I’m surprised to see a massive mansion out the window. Kitty helps me out of the car and up the marble steps to the front door. Inside, he doesn’t hesitate to scoop me up and carry me up the grand staircase in the entryway. I don’t pay much attention to where we are going, only really paying attention when I’m placed on a king sized bed and Kitty stares down at me with his head cocked to the side.

“If I leave you alone will you be good and change?” Kitty asks.

I nod.

He nibbles on his lip for a minute before wandering to a walk in closet and coming back with a pair of shorts and an over sized T-shirt. He hands them to before giving me a warning look, “Behave little one, you have two minutes to change.” Again I nod; he leaves the room without another word. I peel off my top easier than I expected and soon my skirt followed, I fold them nicely and put them on the nightstand. I dig my phone out from my bra quickly type a message to Hoseok telling him where I left Jihyo, hoping she is okay but figuring her situation is better than mine at the moment. Not knowing what to do with my phone I turn it off and hide it in a secret pocket of my skirt. After pulling on Kitty’s clothes I sit back down on the bed, not sure how much time I have left.

“Are you dressed Sweetheart?” Dragon’s voice calls from the other side of the door.

“Yes Dragon oppa,” I say as I kick my feet that are hanging in the air. There’s a chuckle as the door opens reveling a dragon, a panda, and a kitty, all still dressed in their suits. Dragon smirks at me with his brow raised.

“Dragon?” He asks.

I nod, “And he is Panda oppa.”

“What makes you so sure I’m an oppa?” Panda asks as he comes to the edge of the bed.

“I’m 17, I’m still a junior in high school.”

“Wow, I guess I am an oppa. When is your birthday?”

“January 19th.”

“So we still have a while till you turn 18, what a shame,” Kitty smiles down at me.

“She has Sehun beat.” Panda chuckles.

“Aw Sweetheart, you’re still just a baby,” Dragon coos at me as he strokes my head.

Our conversation is cut short when one of the boys from the car, an elf like one, with a deep voice that contrasted with his cute features, comes in. He looks at all of us and gives me a small smile before looking to the boys he came to see.

In a serious tone he says, “Suho hyung needs your help down stairs.”

All three men frown, but Dragon speaks first, “All of us?”

Elf shakes his head, “Just Xiumin hyung, since this really is his field of expertise.”

“Can’t Kris do it? I’m busy,” Kitty, well actually Xiumin I guess, snaps back. I do my best to block out their names, knowing that remembering them won’t help me at all.

“Don’t worry Hyung, we will take good care of her,” Dragon grins.

Kitty glares up at the younger man, “You do anything bad to her I will bring you down to the dungeon.” The coldness in his voice sends a shiver down not just mine, but all of our spines. Dragon gulps and nods, fully understanding the older man’s threat. Kitty turns to me, the coldness gone from his eyes, “I’ll be back in a little bit, little one, be good. These two are going to stay with you till I come back, okay?”

I nod.

“You tell me if they do anything bad, I’ll make sure they get punished if they do,” He glances at the two men as he says the last few words.

Again I nod.

He smirks at me as he leans forward, his mouth close enough to my ear I feel his hot breathe, “If anyone here is going to do anything to you, it’s me.”

A blush spreads across my face making him grin big. He places a kiss on my forehead before stepping back to give one last glare to his youngers before following Elf out of the room. I look up at the two men who are now just staring back at me, both having a mental debate.

“Could I get a glass of water?” I ask shyly.

Dragon nods as he disappears into the attached bathroom. Panda seems to figure out whatever he was thinking about and comes to sit down next to me on the bed.

“What is your name?” He asks me.

“Jooyoung.”

“Who is Jooyoung?” Dragon asks as he comes back in the room with a tall glass of water in his hand. He gives it to me and watches as I drink ¼ of it right away.

“I’m Jooyoung.”

“What a pretty name, for a pretty girl,” An unfamiliar voice purrs from the doorway. The three of us look to see an attractive tan man with large lips smirking at me. Behind him is a paler man that is about the same height with a major bitch face going on.

“I’d scram if I were you, if Xiumin hyung finds you up here you’re going to be joining our guest in the dungeon,” Panda warns, scooting a little closer to me while Dragon sits on my other side. The tan man just laughs as he comes into the room, bitch face isn’t far behind, keeping his eyes on me. I stare at them, their faces seeming very familiar the more I stare at them.

“He’s busy at the moment, and it’s only fair we get to see who happens to have the privilege of being welcomed to our home. Not many girls have had the honor, even less have lived to tell the tale.” The man teases as he comes closer, only a yard away now. Through my fog I feel the alarms in my head go off at the man’s closeness. I latch on to Dragon’s arm as I try to hide behind him, wanting the tan man to go away. They are all surprised by my actions, but Dragon, Panda, and bitch face kind of smirk.

“Wow,” Bitch face whistles, “She watched Hyung kill someone, got in a car with strange men but Kai hyung’s creepy flirting is what scares her.”

“Is there a party going on in here?” More people appear in the doorway.

“I thought you were helping Suho and Xiumin?” Dragon asks as Elf comes in with three boys trailing behind hm.

Elf grimaces, “I was going to but Xiumin hyung got scary down there, he seems very determined to get back up here and fast as possible.” His eyes flash to me and he cocks his head cutely. “I believe that is because of that little cutie right there.”

I can’t help but stare at the tall elf, mesmerized by his cute features. To his left is a puppy like man and on the right is a dinosaur. Peeking out behind their wall is the owl boy from before. Forgetting about the tan man for a minute I hop off the bed and rush past the five men separating us. Once I reached him the surprised man I place both hands on his cheeks and coo.

“Omo! So cute!”

Laughter echoes through the room as all the men are on the floor dying of laughter, all except for the owl man who is just staring at me with those wide eyes. When he doesn’t push me away or anything I wrap my arms around and hug him tight, surprised to find his body muscular and not squishy like I was hoping.

I whine when I’m being pulled away by someone, looking over my shoulder I find Dragon with his arm wrapped securely around my waist.

“Why does she like him so much?” Panda pouts, “Why don’t you react like that when you see me?” He continues to whine when Dragon places me back on the bed in between them, keeping a firm hold on my waist so I can’t run again.

“At least she didn’t try to hide when she saw you,” Tan snaps back, actually kind of annoyed after see my happy reaction to Owl.

“You set off the alarms.” I explain.

“What alarms?”

I press my finger to my temple, “The alarms in my head, they go off when I see someone I should avoid.”

“What about for me?” Dragon asks, interest written all over his face. In fact everyone has seem to come closer to hear my response.

I shake my head, “Just him.”

“But you saw Hyung kill someone in cold blood, you’re alarm seems to be broken, you should be afraid of all of us.” Bitch face scoffs.

“I’m not really sober enough to explain this, but I’ll try my best. I think the way it works is that the alarm only goes off when I should be concerned for my own safety.” They all nod, somehow understanding me through my drunken slurs. The puppy looking boy comes forward with his head cocked to the side as he stares at me.

“You are an interesting little girl,” He smiles softly at me.

“I’m not that little.”

“You are a baby,” Dragon teases me.

“I’m older than what’s his face!” I snap back, earning a laugh Panda.

“Who’s what’s his face?” Puppy asks.

“Sehun,” Panda explains though his laughs.

Bitch face’s eyes go wide, “She’s older then me?”

“What about me?” Tan guy asks.

“You beat her by a few days.”

Tan guy grins again, “So you can call me oppa.”

I shake my head, “You still set off the alarms, try again later.”

“Wow, someone that can resist Kai’s charms, she’s a keeper.” Dino laughs, his voice reminds me of sweet honey.

“Why are all of you in here?” A dangerous voice calls from the doorway. The standing boys split like the red sea and Dragon and Panda are off the bed, away from me. Standing there is a very unhappy Kitty with the handsome man from before. Kitty is no longer wearing his suit; in fact he isn’t wearing a shirt at all, just his nice dress slacks. I catch sight of his nicely chiseled abs that sets my blood on fire making me blush and cover my eyes in embarrassment.

“Hyung,” Dragon says, “Put a shirt on, you’re making the poor thing blush.”

I hear Kitty grumble under his breath as he shuffles around, a minute passes before my hands are pulled away from my face and I open my eyes to come face to face with a smiling Kitty. I jump back surprised, but thankful he is wearing a t-shirt now.

“Sorry little one, I didn’t mean to scare you,” The older man coos as he affectionately strokes my head. He stands up and turns to our audience, I’m guessing his expression isn’t very friendly by the way the others take an obvious step back. “Now that I did my job can you all scram? I think she is ready to go to bed.” Without another word the group of boys scramble threw the door, Dragon being the last one out, closes it behind him, leaving Kitty and I by ourselves. He lets out a sigh as he turns back to me, a soft smile on his face. “As much as I would love to play with you right now, I’m actually exhausted so we can save that for later. But something you need to understand little one, you are not allowed to leave this room without me, got it? We don’t want you running off.”

I nod.

“Good girl.”

He flips off the lights and we’re in complete darkness. I feel concerned for my mental health when I don’t feel at all worried about the fact that I’m about to sleep next to some strange man that has made multiple passes at me and that I’ve seen kill a man in cold blood. But when he gets on the bed and pulls me into a tight hold I feel nothing but comfort and warmth.

The Labyrinth Chapter 6

I FINALLY FINISHED! I KNOW IT HAS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I UPDATED, BUT PLEASE ENJOY THIS!!! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK PLEASE! 

THINGS ARE KICKIN OFF BOYS!!! : ^ )

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin

Length: 5648

Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12 || Jin Trailer ||

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Evgeni Malkin #1 - English

Anon asked: Hey, I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do a Evgeni Malkin where he’s nervous talk to you because he doesn’t speak English that well.

This prompt really got away from me and ended up being the longest one I’ve written. I am wearing a Malkin t-shirt jersey as I type this and I promise that it was a coincidence. I love him way more than I probably should. I took the liberty of adding in Bryan Rust as a character to work out some plot holes so I hope that is okay! I hope you enjoy reading this an much as I enjoyed writing this!


You loved working in a bakery especially one you owned but sometimes being your own boss was tough. You were usually the first one in and that last one out but today you finally pawned off the late shift to someone else and left early. You felt guilty of course, it was your bakery so it almost felt like cheating when someone else did the work. If it hadn’t been for the insistent nagging of your younger brother to come support him at work you wouldn’t have left. You were the older sister to Bryan Rust a winger for the Pittsburgh Penguins and thorn in your side. They made it through to the second round of the playoffs as you expected but you would never let him know that. Each player was allotted a certain number of tickets per game and you insisted that it was only right that your parents and your other brother Matt got to go. You made excuses about being busy at work which were half true and finally he had enough. Bryan, armed with a jersey and threat to call your mother showed up during your lunch break to directly ask you to come to their game.

“Bryan you know I can’t leave when there is so much to get done!”

He pulled his best wounded look, “it’s like you don’t care about me or something.”

“You know that isn’t true.”

“Prove it to me,” he crossed his arms, “come to the game tonight and as proof of attendance you have to meet me after in the locker room.”

You looked down at the stack of order forms on your desk, “fine. Yeah I’ll be there.”

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Tattoo My Heart | soulmate!au

Originally posted by 4smols

Summary: Based off the soulmate!au in which any permanent marking you get on your body–like a tattoo–also appears on your soulmate. And Amber gets a lot of tattoos.

Word Count: 6,893

Amber believes in soulmates, but that doesn’t mean she believes in them.

That is to say, she won’t dispute that some people are intrinsically connected–so connected that when a person gets a permanent mark on their body, it also appears on the one they’re bound to. Whether this weird quirk of nature actually means that the two people are destined to be romantically (or even platonically) involved is another matter entirely, as far as Amber is concerned.

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Super Husbands

Summary: Blaine fails to mention what he’s really doing when he’s at the library “studying” night after night. But here’s the thing: Kurt already knows.

The title is very obviously a reference to the Flash/Supergirl song from the musical episode because, duh. :)

As always, beta’ed by my own personal superhero and superfriend @a-simple-rainbow. ♥

Rating: PG

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Kurt didn’t plan on telling Blaine what he knows that night but one thing leads to another, and Kurt’s secret about Blaine’s secret is out. Blaine just can’t lie to save a life, though Kurt has got to hand it to his husband – he saves lives like no other.

He’s kept his mouth shut so far, figured Blaine would come to him eventually, but now that he’s caught him red-handed – well, black-handed, technically, since the color scheme of Blaine’s suit is blue and black – he just can’t go on pretending that he buys Blaine’s lies about studying late at the library night after night.

“What are you doing there?” Kurt asks, sleepily yet horrified, as he walks into the bathroom and watches Blaine pull off his cape and cram it into the washing machine.

“Kurt!” Blaine flinches, turning around with an end of the cape still in his hand. “I- I… um, I was trying on a costume for…” He looks lost for a second, and his eyes light up when he finally thinks of something. “Halloween! Um, yeah, for Halloween.”

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A few dark cartoons for those who are interested

So if you have ever been in one of my livestreams, chances are you know about my love for dark cartoons from my childhood. I need to distract myself a bit from work right now and decided to make a short list of a few of the cartoon shows and movies that stuck with me for one reason or another, some of them from my childhood, some of them from not so far back. I’ll give a very basic non-spoilery summary and, in a separate part, an example that is probably spoilery.
My only „rule“ is that they’re not rated for mature audiences. These are just some creepy, strange or downright disturbing animated series and films that I like and that you may wanna check out if you’re interested. Remember, these aren’t the worst things out there, far from it! But it’s the sometimes subtle horror of children’s cartoons that is a special brand of dark. I am not putting any links here. This is also a lot from my memory, so I apologize should I get something wrong.

The Animals of Farthing Wood (1993)

Summary: Based on a book series, this is a show about a bunch of animals who need to find a new home after their forest is destroyed by mankind. They make a pact to not kill each other and instead help each other out until they reach their goal, but their journey is long and full of danger, with several animals dying horrible deaths along the way. They don’t shy away from showing blood either. I also remember it having one of the worst romantic relationships I’ve ever seen. The show has 39 episodes and was broadcasted on channels for children.
This was kind of like a kid’s version of Game of Thrones, as in: I watched this show. Most of my friends watched this show. And we’d always discuss the latest deaths and hope our favorites didn’t die.

Examples: There’s a kind of infamous scene where a red-backed shrike kills all the baby mice and impales them on a thorn bush. Yes, you see the baby corpses with blood and everything. The show is also unintentionally hilarious at some points because sometimes, none of the characters give a shit about somebody’s death and they just move on and never mention it again immediately.

The Yearling (Kojika Monogatari) (1983)

Summary: This one fucked me up as a kid, as in: this one stuck with me so intensely that I still remember the entire scene frame by frame after more than 15 years. It taught me that life isn’t fucking fair at the age of 6 or something.
This is another one based on a book (most of these are), it’s the story of a farmer boy who one day finds a fawn in the woods and keeps it as his pet. The whole show is kinda boring now that I think of it, it’s the boy growing up with his best friend and pet and he has his ups and downs. Until the last few episodes happen.

Examples: I am including this because of the last I think three episodes. in short: character death and emotional trauma. This show has about 50 episodes, so you’re with these characters for a rather long time. I am just going to spoil the ending, so if you want to go blindly into this, please stop reading this now: Near the end, the protagonist’s best friends becomes  sick, but it looks like he’ll be okay. Until the boy one day wants to visit him and finds the whole family grieving; the friend is dead. We experience the very sad funeral and hope that please, let the last two episodes bring us some hope. But no, the now grown-up deer eats all the crops and the boy, after failing to chase his now only friend in the world away, has to shoot him in the head. And that’s the end. It literally ends with a boy losing the last friend he has by killing him and then having to take over the farm at age 14 or something. That’s the ending.
Fun fact: You know what the German title of this show translates to? „All my friends“ . What a happy title to this tragedy.

Felidae (1994)

Summary: This one wasn’t aimed at children, but i’s rated 12 and up, so it counts.
Felidae is a murder mystery with cats. The main character, Francis, moves to a new home with his owner and immediately finds a dead cat in the courtyard. He starts to investigate and soon finds out that there is a serial killer on the loose. Really, it’s a detective story with cats.

Examples: Gore. So much gore. This is one of the most violent cartoons I’ve ever seen, even if I included animated movies with an R rating. I have no idea how this was rated 12. There’s beheading, disemboweling, explicit animal experiments, torture, a gutted pregnant cat, all in full plain view. It wasn’t made by a major studio, but the animation is pretty decent. Nothing spectacular, but decent. Also, the gore seems to have the best animation. Oh also, on a non-disturbing level, there’s a cat sex scene with saxophone music.
I personally really like this one. It has it’s hiccups, but it’s interesting and I love murder mysteries. I thankfully didn’t watch and read this as a little kid.

Mountain Villa Murder (from Detective Conan) (1996)

Summary: More murder mystery! This is from Detective Conan (aka Case Closed), an anime series about a brilliant young detective named Conan who is turned into a little boy because of a strange poison. While he tries to find a way to become an adult again, he lives with his crush and her father, who both don’t know who he really is. The father is a detective as well (though a bad one) and Conan stays at his side, secretly solving all the mysteries for him. I watched this all the time in elementary school and I still find enjoyment in it today.

Examples: Mountain Villa Murder Parts 1 + 2. There are a lot of brutal episodes, most of the cases were murders after all, but I think Mountain Villa Murder (episodes 34 and 35) are a great example to show how elaborate and gruesome the killings would get sometimes. I don’t want to spoil anything about these episodes.
Watching the entire show is sadly kinda exhausting because A) at some point you just know this is never gonna end and B), there are certain patterns to most cases and once you figure these out, which sadly happens quite quickly, you can usually guess who the culprit is even before the murder happens. But it’s still entertaining as hell, at least to me.

Pingu’s dream and Pingu in the Ice Cave (1990)

Summary: My country seems to have produced exactly two pop-culture relevant things: Oh Yeah by Yello and Pingu. The latter is a cute stop-motion show about a little penguin named Pingu who basically behaves like a little boy. It’s about him doing pranks and getting shit for it, there’s a lot of hugging in it which is really cute and also sometimes, stuff goes wrong. Usually, it’s harmless though. Usually.

Example: There are two episodes that scared me on two different levels. If you have 5 minutes, I urge you to watch „Pingu’s dream“, an infamous little episode of that show, where he has a nightmare that completely derails from kinda funny to utter horror when he encounters a giant walrus, straight up from the Uncanny Valley, tormenting him. It’s kinda funny, but the walrus looks and sounds way too creepy.
The other one is „Pingu in the ice cave“. I don’t know if this is just me to be honest, but this is one of the first and only times I felt actual fear during a movie. Pingu and his friend get stuck in a big ice cave and try to find their way out. That’s it, but it’s unsettling. They’re all alone, nobody knows they’re in there, there’s a scene where the friend just sits down and cries in despair. It’s just such a horrifying scenario that it still fills me with dread to watch it. The friend crying in fear of his life is too much. It’s just 5 minutes, but it’s really kinda unsettling to watch. Nothing too bad I suppose, but still… it’s kinda like The Descent with penguins.

I also wanna mention Watership Down (1972) and Plague Dogs (1982), which most people know about already though.

These are the first few that came to mind, there’s tons more, of course, but for now, that should be enough. If anyone is interested, I can do another one of these some day. Thank you for reading!

Essays in Existentialism, Vigilante

If you’re still taking Clexa prompts, could you write a vigilante au where Clarke helps a very injured Lexa after she returns home from a mission gone wrong please?!

The streets were hallow, were orange and off-putting, but still Clarke walked through the night towards her home through the manufactured light. There was little traffic at the late hour, little noise save for a city grumbling in its sleep and hiding under the pillow of pre-morning fog that rolled in from the lake.

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Yay post-AoU pre-stevetony angst. Much feels. Also, I have this headcanon that Tony is a really good singer so bear with me. He’s singing the acoustic version of this song.


Steve pressed his palms into his eyes trying to get rid of the images that were burned into them. It had been nearly six months, but the nightmares induced from Ultron’s attacks still snuck up on him sometimes.

Every time he closed his eyes he thought about it.  Ultron killing Tony before he could figure out what the machine was, what it would do, or how to stop it. The Avengers trying their hardest to think of a solution but unable to do anything. Steve gripping tightly to anything he could get his hands on as he tried not to fly off the floating city as it fell back towards the earth. Bracing for impact, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t see when they finally hit, begging for a painless death, thinking to whatever would be left of the world, of humanity, please… please forgive us–

He shook his head, quickly reminding himself that it had not happened. Tony was still alive. They had defeated Ultron. And while they hadn’t saved Sokovia, they had saved as many as they could and saved the rest of the world along with them.

He was just about to turn the corner to head towards the kitchen when he heard something coming from the other end of the hall. It was faint like it was coming from far away, but he recognized the sounds of someone singing and a piano being played.

Forgetting about his glass of water, he turned and followed the sound. He followed it deeper and deeper into the compound until he realized he was in an area he never went to very often. It was far into the compound, past the storage rooms and the rooms containing FRIDAY’s servers.

When he reached the last room on the hall he saw the door cracked open, but the music had stopped.

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Accident Prone

Spencer Reid x Reader one shot

Word Count: 2530

Prompt: Can you write something where maybe the reader is super clumsy and trips often, and one day she trips into Morgans arms and Reid gets super jealous??

A/N: Haha, this request was so cute! Thank you anon (: Here’s a little something to tide y’all over if you’re waiting for part 2 of my Harry Potter AU! I am Stressed™ about midterms (college sucks) so it won’t be up until a little later in the week but I shall do my best to have it up soon. I also hit 100 followers! Thank you to everyone who has followed, liked, reblogged, or even just read any of my fics. I love you all!


Summary: Sometimes, being accident prone is just what you need to get things moving in the right direction.


You’ve been a part of the BAU for almost 5 years and in those 5 years, you never failed to impress your team members with your agility, speed, and flawless movement out in the field. You were quick on your feet, good with a gun, and knew just how to grapple with the rowdier unsubs.

Garcia often referred to you as her ‘Little Lioness’ when you were out on a mission, a nickname that had caught on with the rest of the team as well.

However, the moment you stepped off the field, you transformed from an agile lioness into a spindly baby deer. You couldn’t for the life of you figure out why. You were pretty sure that if it weren’t for your exceptional skills in the field, you would’ve been asked to leave the FBI many years ago.

Gravity had made an enemy out of you whenever you weren’t chasing after an unsub and you constantly found yourself stumbling over your own two feet. And stumbling usually lead to knocking over whatever was in close vicinity.

You teammates quickly learned how to adapt to your clumsiness. It was almost as if they could tell exactly when you were going to trip and possibly break something. This saved them from a lot of broken coffee mugs and saved you from any tripping-related injury.

Their sixth sense, though it helped, couldn’t save you from everything though.

“Ouch!” You glared down Emily’s desk, rubbing the spot on your leg where it had collided with the sharp corner of the desk. She made a sympathetic tutting noise.

“That’s definitely gonna bruise. Want some ice?” she asked, already halfway out of her chair.

“It’s fine, it’s fine… Not worth getting an ice pack just for this little thing.” You waved a hand dismissively, nearly sending her mug tumbling to the ground. Thankfully, her quick reflexes prevented any major spillage. You grinned sheepishly at the brunette, turning to go back to the safety of your own desk.

But before you could make it, you - surprise, surprise - tripped over your own feet, bumping into into the desk closest to you. You almost knocked a stack of files onto the ground, but the desk’s inhabitant reached out just in time, steadying the stack with one hand and clamping onto your wrist with the other.

“Whoops, sorry ‘bout that. Thanks, Spencer.” You smiled gratefully at the brown-haired man, patting the hand over your wrist in thanks. He blushed slightly at the contact and you felt the butterflies in your stomach flutter a little extra as you continued your walk to your desk.

Yes, the entire team helped you out whenever your clumsiness got the best of you, but something about Spencer Reid made it a little more special every time he was the one to do so.

You found it very hard not to develop a crush on the young genius over the years.

His messy hair practically begged to be played with. His mannerisms and constant rambling were endlessly endearing. He was a very loyal team member. He was even great with kids. Plus, his aesthetically pleasing facial structure was quite easy on the eyes.

The two of you had always straddled the line between friendship and something more. You were very close friends, but sometimes when you were hanging out outside of work just the two of you, maybe bundled up on the couch watching movies or reading books at the park or out for coffee, you just wanted to grab his face and kiss him right then and there.

(And then maybe do a lot more than just kissing. The boy had long fingers and you had a wicked imagination.)

You thought - hoped - you had seen him giving you the same longing glances, but it just never really went beyond friendly cheek kisses and ‘just-as-friends’ dates.

You settled into your desk with a heavy sigh, attracting Penelope’s attention as she walked into the bullpen. All you saw was a pink and purple blur before you were wrapped up in the technical analyst’s arms.

“What ails you, my wobbly little Bambi? Did you get hurt again?” she asked in a teasing tone. You made a face at Spencer, who was watching the two of you with an amused smirk.

“I’m a lioness, Pen, a lioness. Here me roar,” you deadpanned, wriggling out of her embrace. She let out a laugh.

“Of course you are, Y/N… Now c’mon, help me find those papers you were looking for. We’re going to have to go old school and actually look through boxes in the file room.” She pouted at the fact her precious computers wouldn’t be able to help her for once. “We have to deal with… hard-copies,” she said dramatically.

You shook your head amusedly, following the blonde out of the BAU bullpen.

“Wait, Y/N!”

You turned back abruptly at Spencer’s call, nearly plowing down a passing intern.

“We still on for lunch?” he asked, laugh evident in his voice as he watched you apologize profusely to the poor intern. The young brunette woman waved off your apology and you switched your attention onto the young doctor.

“It’s a date,” you said casually. “I’ll come back to get you when I’m ready to go.”

You smiled at his excitement over the new cafe you were going to try out, absentmindedly watching as he turned back to his paperwork. You shook yourself out of your Spencer-induced stupor, hoping no one noticed your staring, and hurried to catch up with Garcia.

“Ooooh finally going on a date with our resident genius?” Penelope asked, waggling her eyebrows suggestively, earning her an eye roll.

“You know it’s not a date-date, Pen. It’s a… ‘Spencer and me’-date,” you found yourself explaining for the hundredth time.

“Riiiight.” She nodded, voice tinged with doubt. “Oh come on, Y/N! I know you two are in love!”

You pointedly ignored her as you rounded the corner into the file room. You immediately started sorting through the nearest box, blocking out Garcia’s little love monologue.

“- always takes you out for dinner. You practically live at his apartment, for crying out loud! You know, JJ told me that Henry thinks the two of you are married ‘just like his mommy and daddy’… God, you two are so cute! I totally think -”

“Penelope. Please… Just help me look for this file, okay?”

“Fine,” Garcia said with a resigned sigh, “but this is going to be discussed on our next girls’ night, you hear me?”

Pushing a sleeping elephant up a hill was easier than trying to say no to a determined Penelope Garcia, so you simply conceded, shooing her away to do her own file digging.

After skimming through a couple of boxes, you decided to start looking at the boxes up on the shelves. You made your way towards the stepladder by the wall.

“Um Y/N, are you going to be using that?”

“Yeah, why?” You set up the ladder and just as you were about to climb Garcia called out your name. “What?” you asked, pausing your ascent. She bit her lip worriedly.

“Mmm, you plus heights plus shelves full of heavy boxes that can potentially fall and crush you… You do the math.”

“Seriously? Oh my god, it’s a stepladder, Garcia. It’s not even a real ladder. I’m not that accident-prone.”

“You trip on air, Y/N! That’s as accident-prone as it gets.” She held up her hand, silencing your protests. “Nuh-uh. I am going to get Morgan and he’s going to use those sexy muscles of his to do the heavy lifting for us, okay? No need to put yourself in harm’s way.”

You stayed in your spot until she left the room. Admittedly, you had a bit more accidents than the average human being, but you could definitely find a set of files by yourself without endangering your life. You caught bad guys for a living, using a mini-ladder to find a couple of papers was a piece of cake compared to that.

“Aha!” After a couple of minutes, your search was a success. You managed to find the papers and not get hurt. Well… except for two paper cuts, but no one had to know about those. Your inner celebration was cut off by a knock on the door.

“Hey mama, Garcia said something about heavy boxes, ladders, and the possibility of a broken neck so I came as fast as I could,” Derek said, coming into the file room. “Aaand I see what she means.”

You turned to stick your tongue out at him.

“Well, you can tell Garcia to suck it, ‘cause I found the files I was looking for and used this ladder without any acci- Woah!

You must’ve waved those file papers with a bit too much enthusiasm because you suddenly found yourself toppling off of the ladder. You felt a rush of relief at the feeling of landing in a pair of arms, bridal style, instead of head first on the ground. Derek’s chest rumbled with laughter.

“What was that you were saying?” he teased, earning himself a slap on the shoulder when he bounced you like one would do while holding an infant.

“Shut up, Morgan,” you said grumpily.

“Hey, you’re lucky I was here to catch you.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, resting your head on his shoulder and batting your eyelashes.

“Oh Derek, thank heavens you were here! My hero!” The two of you fell into a fit of laughter at your antics.

“What’s going on here?”

Derek and you froze at the sharp tone.

You turned your head towards the door, revealing a rigid Spencer, looking at the two of you with obvious displeasure. You knew this looked how this could be misconstrued - Derek holding you in his arms and you resting your head onto his shoulder, smiles from your previous laughter still on your faces.

Derek hastily set you on the ground, clearing his throat. All you could do was carefully watch Spencer’s reaction.

“Kid…” Morgan finally said, holding up a placating hand out to your brown-haired colleague. You felt your heart twinge a little when Reid took a tiny step back at the gesture.

Before you could even say anything, he was out the door, leaving with nothing but a mumbled “gotta go” thrown over his shoulder.

The silence he left behind was soon broken by the click-clack of Garcia’s high heels as she entered the file room once more.

“Um, what did I miss?”

Her question spurred you into action. You pushed your files into Morgan’s hands and wordlessly took off to follow Spencer. You just caught a flash of his purple cardigan disappearing around the corner.

“Spencer, wait!” you called out, speeding up your steps to catch up with him. Curse that man and his incredibly long legs. “Spencer!” You manage to grab onto the back of his cardigan, pulling him to a stop in the middle of the hallway.

“Aren’t we going to lunch together?” you asked, trying to break through his sudden icy demeanor.

“What? You aren’t too busy laying in Morgan’s stupid biceps of steel and laughing at one of his stupid jokes and resting your head on his stupid muscular shoulder? If I had known you and Morgan were…”

You tuned out his rambling, pushing him into the nearest empty office. If he thought there was something going on between you and Derek, then what the hell did he think was going on between himself and you?

You stare incredulously at your colleague, who hadn’t even stopped to take a breath in the midst of his ramble, hands flailing about. You knew just how worked up he was when he used hand gestures to emphasis his often lengthy rants.

“Spencer Reid, are you jealous?” you managed to squeeze in between his own words. “Are you seriously jealous of Morgan?”  He turned to you with disbelief written all over his face.

“Of course I’m jealous of Morgan! He’s - he’s Derek Morgan!” he spluttered. You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t want a Derek Morgan, you walnut! I want you!” You sighed, cheeks burning at your blatant confession. “All I want is you, Spence. I thought you - I thought we were, you know, like a thing? Did I interpret everything wrong? Aren’t we -”

“No!”

You immediately recoiled, thinking that this was the moment he was rejecting you. He must’ve sensed the hurt in your eyes, because he immediately started backpedalling.

“Wait! Not ‘no’ like to us! ‘No’ to the - I - we’re - I… I like you, Y/N. As much as that makes me sound like some fifth grader confessing a crush, I really, really like you.”

It had finally happened. All the ambiguity had been wiped away. Here you were, emotions laid on the table. There was only one way you could think of replying.

“Y/N? Aren’t you going to say anythi-”

Grabbing onto the front of his sweater, you pressed your lips against his, pouring your emotions out into this one kiss. You jumped when Spencer’s hands brushed against the curve of your ass. He jolted away from you, fearing he had gone too far.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your… I-it was an accident!”

He was caught off guard by the smirk on your face. You used this to your advantage, pushing him into the desk chair and promptly settling yourself into his lap. His hands hovered hesitantly over you sides before you pushed them to press against where they had brushed earlier.

You connected your lips once again, tugging at his hair to spur him into action. He caught the hint, guiding your hips against his. As you trailed your kisses down to his neck, he groaned out your name like a prayer.

“Dr. Reid,” you whispered, biting down on his sensitive pulse point and eliciting another groan from his lips, “this is one accident I don’t mind.”


Back in the file room…

“Told you it would work. Didn’t I say a little jealousy was all they needed?”

“Yeah, yeah but what if she had fallen before I got there? Your plan wasn’t completely foolproof, baby girl.”

“You don’t have to undermine my matchmaking skills, you know.”

“…”

“It all worked out didn’t it? I bet you $10 they’re making out in a conference room right now.”

“…”

“Oh come on, Chocolate Thunder, indulge me a little.”

“… I bet you $20 they’re in an old office.”

“Now that’s more like it.”


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REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN.

Picnic

A/N: Hey guyyss. So here’s my second piece. It was inspired by this absolute trash cropped screenshot I took of my boys disrespecting my eyes. I don’t know my writings are tending to lean towards smut without ever actually reaching it yet, so I don’t know slight smut warning I guess? I hope you guys like it and as always please request or just send me a message to say hey if you want! Thanks for reading!!!!

And a tag to my fellow writer and home girl so she can see this: @exo-waithowdidigethere hey boo!

…..Part 2


I don’t know what you expected honestly, but you should have known better. I mean Chanyeol was always pulling shit like this but really, you just didn’t need this today. Maybe it was because Minseok was there, and as the oldest hyung you thought he was above such juvenile things, but you were wrong.

Minseok had texted you a couple of days ago and invited you to a picnic with him and Chanyeol, and since you’re best friends with both of them you obviously said yes. You figured the three of you would have some jajangmyeon, listen to them rant about how busy they were, play some embarrassing games (that honestly these boys were way too old for), and then call it a day. The usual. What you did not expect was to meet them at the prechosen location and find Minseok straddling Chanyeol on the picnic blanket.

When you first saw them from afar you thought it was just regular band antics, but as you got slightly closer, you noticed the way Minseok was trailing his hands over Chanyeol’s body…. You quickly reached other conclusions.

You froze in your path. What the fuck guys.

You watched as Minseok runs his hands up and down Chanyeol’s sides. He delicately traces the silhouette of his friend, stopping every couple of seconds to minutely grind their hips together. Thank God they have to choose private locations for these things. Chanyeol clearly gets tired of his hyungs teasing though, and the giant easily flips the smaller man onto his back on the blanket. He takes up similar musings at first, running his hands along Minseok’s body, but then replaces his hands with delicate kisses over his friends clothing. You watch as Chanyeol nuzzles up the hem of Minseok’s shirt a few centimetres and nuzzles his stomach with his nose. The elder giggles and pushes him off of him. You take the quick reprieve from their antics to notice how close you’ve edged yourself to the blanket. You chide yourself. Pervert.

Just as your about to revel in the fact that you’ve not been caught and make your exit before things get awkward…. Well any more awkward…. You chance one last glance at the strange pairing on the blanket.

Chanyeol is nuzzling his way up Minsoek’s chest, he places kisses here and there and then stops at his neck. The younger man licks a stripe up his jaw and then locks eyes with his hyung. He threads his large hands through his hair and pulls the man’s face up for a kiss. A long, slow, passionate kiss. And you need to LEAVE. You blink a couple of times like a deer in the headlights and then turn to go but…..

They’re staring right at you. Your weak, embarrassed gaze is met by Chanyeol’s large, toothy grin and a devilish smirk from Minseok who’s still trapped beneath him. Fuck.

“Enjoying the show, are we?” Minseok taunts.

You merely stutter in response and look for ANY way out of this situation.

The giant laughs loudly, “Oh hyung, she sooo was enjoying it. I mean look at her. Her face is bright red and I bet her mouth is dry too. Nervous she got caught, but not sorry she saw…”

You clear your throat indignantly and finally muster up a weak, “Am not.”

“Sorry what’s that,” Minseok probes, “Gotta speak up darling.”

“Am. Not.” You say again. Louder this time. “I am not enjoying the show.”

Lies. You most definitely are.

“Well darling, your body says otherwise.” Chanyeol retorts.

You take that moment to regretfully notice how tightly your legs are pressed together, and how flush your skin is. Great.

“Wanna join?” Minseok asks bluntly.

You choke, “…What?”

“Do. You. Want. To. Join. Us.” He punctuates unnecessarily, “Sexually of course.” He practically purrs.

Now, you pause for a second and really mull over the idea. All the ways this could go wrong, why you shouldn’t do it, how it could ruin things, etc. But all your trains of thoughts end with a mere, if they’re offering… why the hell not?

So, you look at your two friends still tangled together on the blanket and gather your courage before you can second guess. And you move towards the blanket.

Chanyeol grabs your wrists the moment your close enough and pulls you down to sit facing him, atop Minseok’s chest.

“We’ll take this as a yes?” He asks with a quirk of his eyebrow.

You don’t answer because you know your words will fail you, so you just lean in and place a kiss on Chanyeol’s lips. You hear a light laugh rumble in his chest but before you have time to question it he stands lifting you off Minseok and placing you on the blanket next to him. He straddles one leg in between your two legs, the other in between Minseok’s, and puts an arm on either side of both of your heads.

Minseok turns to face you and breathily says, “He likes to be on top.” Then he stretches towards you and kisses you passionately.

It’s not like the kiss he shared with Chanyeol earlier. It’s not lazy and patient. It’s hot and urgent and screaming for things to get started. But Chanyeol is immature and jealous and pulls you apart just has you begin to lose yourself in the kiss.

“Don’t forget about me,” He scoffs.

“We’d never forget about you babe,” Minseok says and ruts his thigh upward giving Chanyeol some friction as emphasis.

Chanyeol freezes and moans lightly at the unexpected contact. You follow his lead and when Minseok’s leg lowers, you raise yours replacing the lost contact. The giant moans again and you revel in it. You’ve finally got your courage.

“Boys this is fun and all, but how about we get this stuff really going.” You offer with a sweet bat of your eyelashes.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Minseok purrs back.

He places one more kiss on your lips and then turns away briefly.

“Chanyeol sweetie,” he says with a caress to the mans thigh, “let’s begin.”

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I was pretty sure Mitch Mueller was going to kill me. As I grew up it was for different reasons but they all led to my demise. In middle school I thought he would hang me up a flag pole during summer break and let the birds eat away at my carcass. In senior year of highschool I thought he’d burying me alive in a ditch somewhere in the woods, or maybe tie me to a really heavy rock and push my in the river. A few weeks later I figured my end was near when I was asked to take pictures for prom and Mitch offered to drive me. God I hope that cyclist was okay. And now a few years later I’m staring at the bright red letters on the front of the hospital building, standing like an idiot with legs that feel like both jell-o and lead knowing damn well Mitch Mueller was going to give me a heart attack I swear.

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the heart does not lie

It takes time, of course. It takes time, and planning, and a fair amount of Wynne’s secret wine stash that she thinks no one knows about, to gather up the courage necessary to do what needs to be done– to say what needs to be said.

The camp is near-silent when he does it, everyone tucked away in their tents, resting up for the battle they can all feel creeping closer with each passing day. None of them say it, of course, but it hangs over them all. Their forces art growing, and soon, they will take their support to Denerim, to challenge Loghain, and then further, to challenge the Archdemon and the Blight itself.

Sten is seated by the fire, stripped out of his armor but not settling in for bed just yet. He sits, silent and unmoving as stone, and Bartholomew’s heavy head rests comfortably atop his knee. It’s a bit comforting to see his hound there, and he’s not sure why. Maybe it’s because, of all the people who are relying on him now, his dog is the easiest to accept. He’s been told all his life how stalwart mabari are, how their trust is rarely misplaced, and it makes his stomach feel strangely warm knowing that, even if he screws up, he’ll still have the faith of his loyal hound.

Or maybe he’s just drunker than he thought.

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Departure

Characters: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 10,480

Genre: Angst

Warning: Very dark themes. That’s all I can say.


Guardian angels.

The winged entities are said to watch over mankind, providing protection and guidance to all, no matter the consequence. These spirits exist to shelter individuals from harm, fend off potential evils, and pave the way for a better life; if not for any of those reasons, they still exist within people’s hearts. Parents tell their children that the angels will keep them safe, those who are lost seek their angels’ help to find their way, and the lucky souls who make it through the day give thanks to the angels for allowing that to be so.

All throughout the world, the existence of guardian angels is merely considered a belief, but you know that they are real.

In fact, there’s one sitting in your classroom at this very moment.

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elinetan  asked:

so any headcanons about how they get together?? did anyone thought these two would be a couple? like was it a surprise or there were bets? also how shikamaru's feeling toward naruto and sasuke friendship?

Okay I totally was thinking about this because of my last headcanon so I’m really happy you asked. (Even if I gave you a nudge.) Still I hope you like it!-Sel

How My OTP Got Together:

-OKAY so Shikamaru really started admiring Naruto after the Chunnin Exams amirite?

-AND then after they failed the Bring Sasuke Back Home Mission Naruto was his inspiration to get stronger!

-Oh bby Shika that was the beginning of a crush forming into actual feelings, but he’s just a pre-teen so give him a break.

-So when Shikamaru goes up to Shikaku and demands to be trained more because he doesn’t want to lose his friends/comrades like he almost did and that he needs to catch up with Naruto.

-DADDY DEER. IS. SHOOK.

-RING! RING! RING!

-SHIKAKU’S GAYDAR IS RINGING ALMOST AS HARD AS IT DOES AROUND KAKASHI.

-Because honestly those books are a form of overcompensation like he’s literally the only man beside Jiraiya, who is proven to be sex crazy, that reads them in public.

-Now Shikaku may complain about his wife a lot but they really are a team so obvi he goes up to his wife and is like, “Hun I don’t think we can expect any biological grandchildren.”

-And Yoshino is all nonchalantly like, “Oh you finally figured it out.”

-SHIKAKU SHOOK 2.0

-”Like honestly honey, he’s been fascinated with Naruto long before he asked us why the village treats him badly. But I didn’t want to say anything because you have all these plans for the future and I know that Shikamaru’s future is one of them. Shikaku, you have a list of grandson names on your desk in your office.”

-Papa Nara should have known that nothing that big about Shikamaru goes past Mama Nara.

-Shikaku knows better then to bet on when Shikamaru will notice his feelings for the blond because somehow Yoshino always knows.

-Anyways so when Temari and Shikamaru get together sometime during Naruto’s training trip they like automatically don’t like her.

-Like they know it’s unfair and all but this definitely diminishes the chances of ShikaNaru getting together when Naruto comes back.

-And that’s like their OTP man.

-Plus they know the poor girl is just gunna get hurt in the end because even if Shikamaru never realizes his feelings for Naruto he will never love or be as devoted to her. ]:

-They don’t say anything though just treat her politely, this is something Shikamaru has to notice as a part of growing up.

-Temari totally notices their coldness though but like doesn’t say anything because those are her bf’s parents.

-Like honestly what can she say.

-ON to Naruto.

-Sunshine babe realizes he isn’t really physically attracted to girls when Jiraiya has him edit his smutty books as a part of his “sexual education” and has no reaction.

-This leads him to discovering he isn’t emotionally attracted to Sakura or any other girls (sorry Hinata) because he’s seriously never thought of them once.

-This also leads him to analyzing his feelings for Sasuke but then remembers that kiss they accidentally shared and went yeah no totally brotonic.

-He just brushed it off nobody has ever told him that wasn’t “traditional” and he has to bring his brother from another mother home.

-But ONE time as punishment for whatever Naruto destroyed while training that Jiraiya had to pay for he made Naruto read one of the smuttiest parts out loud expecting to get some enjoyment when Naruto blushes and stutters.

-Didn’t happen bruh lolol.

-Disappointed because of lack of entertainment not because of his godson’s sexuality.

-He sits and tells Naruto that while there isn’t anything wrong with being gay, because honestly ninjas don’t care, there are some civilians who are against it.

-Could hurt his chances of becoming Hokage.

-Naruto who has craved for love most of his life thinks this is stupid as fuck.

-”If they acknowledge me even though I have the furball than me being gay or whatever shouldn’t be a problem dattebayo!”

-He’s still lowkey worried about how his friends will react.

-So he goes to his most accepting and least judging friend Gaara.

-Gaara is all like it’s cool bruh I’m not even interested in sex.

-LGBTQ KAGES!

-Kakashi doesn’t count because dude fiercely in the closet, fake hetero.

-Seriously though it’s like gay people don’t fucking exist in Naruto wtf.

-This was before Shikamaru and Temari started going out so when he tells Kankuro and Temari since they were all cool with their brother being asexual Temari is all like “omgomgomg best gay friend forever YAS!”

-Now Tem ain’t really all girly girl so she doesn’t drag him to go shopping or anything, although he does enjoy it when they actually do go because he’s never had money to buy nice clothes or someone who cared about him in such a sisterly way like Temari.

-Sakura is his best friend but Temari accepts him and treats him as a brother so she’s his sis.

-Awkward.

-She tries to slowly ease into talking to him about boys not sure if Naruto is completely comfortable in his sexuality.

-But like we all know Naruto when she casually says that boys in the Sand are all intimidated by her so they don’t interest her he’s all sly and shit like, “OH OH OH YOU SAID BOYS IN THE VILLAGE HUH TEMARI, THAT’S AWFULLY SPECIFIC OF YOU.”

-Dork

-So Temari starts talking to him about Shikamaru and being Naruto he smiles and offers her advice because Shikamaru is a pretty good friend of his and Tem is his sis and he wants to see his friends/family be happy, he doesn’t really understand why it makes him kind of sad.

-It isn’t until the next time he goes to visit the sand again and Gaara tells him that Shikamaru and Temari are dating so she’s at the  leaf right now that Naruto is like shiiiiiieeeeeeeeet.

-Knowing you don’t like girls, that your likely gay, and actually having a crush on a boy are completely different things.

-Because really Naruto has never had these feelings before so he didn’t know what they were.

-He knows now that it started when Shikamaru went to visit him in the hospital after the Sasuke Retrieval mission. (lolol I couldn’t remember the name earlier oh whale.)

-He’s never had someone visit him in the hospital before just because they cared.

-Even if Shika was acting all nonchalant about it Naruto is the master of disguise so he saw through it.

-Feels guilty about having a crush on his sister figure’s boyfriend so he talks to Gaara about it because complete trust man.

-Gaara being over-protective brother already didn’t like Shikamaru for dating his sis so when he sees Naruto’s hurt he’s like, “I’LL KILL HIM! KANKURO WE’RE GOING TO THE LEAF!”

-”GAARA NO!”

-“GAARA YES!”

-Kankuro just comes in eating an apple with his puppet on his back and is like, “So we finally going after pineapple head?”

-Naruto manages to calm Gaara down so he doesn’t sand coffin Shikamaru and also makes him promise not to say anything to Temari.

-Gaara knows that Temari would never hate her gay bff/lil bro no matter what but knows that Naruto is still insecure when it comes to his bonds so he keeps his promise.

-SO Shikamaru notices his feelings for Naruto when he comes backs and like literally his ears get red when Naruto uses his puppy eyes to try to get him to make a team for that one mission.

-He holds strong though, Naruto is really cute and all but going against Tsunade is a sentence to death.

-Plus he has some serious thinking to do because really Naruto’s puppy eyes shouldn’t have affected him so god damn much.

-It’s while he’s hanging out with Temari, doing things for the chunnin exam, that he notices that Temari doesn’t really make him react in anyway.

-Like she’s smart and he enjoys their conversations but he doesn’t like blush or get nervous around her.

-It’s been a couple of months and they haven’t kissed, in fact she’s the one who initiates the physical contact it never crosses his mind.

-But she isn’t unpredictable and doesn’t really challenge him, like Naruto does.

-Temari ain’t one for bullshit, it’s one of the reasons why he likes talking to her she’s honest, like Naruto, so he tells her straight up, “Temari we have to break up, I’m totally gay and have feelings for Naruto.”

-Not out of anger but disbelief she’s like, “Your breaking up with me for my little brother?”

-Starts laughing really hard.

-Shikamaru is scared she’s gunna like cry or punch him in the face, or worse hate Naruto.

-Like he know she’s better and stronger then that but even geniuses panic.

-She says that she’s sad and a little hurt obvi but if he can truly make her little bro happy she can accept it.

-She says she’ll hold off Gaara and Kankuro, btw Naruto IS gay, and if he hurts Naruto well there’s nowhere he can hide where the Sand Siblings won’t find him.

-RIP SHIKA

-Honestly, he’s scared.

-But determined, the sun wll be his!

-BUT hold the phone, did Naruto have a crush on Sasuke because that really explains his obsession.

-BUT Naruto also never had a friend, best friend, or  brother, until him and Sasuke were placed on a team.

-When Naruto loves he loves fully because he knows how precious it is, and that also explains it.

-He decides to do a very Naruto thing and just go for it.

-AND GO FOR IT HE DOES.

-LIKE LEGIT GRABS NARUTO’S SHIRT THE NEXT TIME HE SEES HIM AND TELLS HIM THAT HIM AND TEMARI BROKE UP BECAUSE HE HAS FEELINGS FOR NARUTO AND THAT TEMARI IS TOTALLY COOL WITH IT BECAUSE SHE JUST WANTS NARUTO TO BE HAPPY.

-THEN PLANTS ONE ON HIM.

-Naruto is all surprised about it like honestly, and it takes him a while to compute everything that Shika just said but when he does he totally kisses back.

-There’s a picture exactly like this but Shikamaru is all shirtless and honestly it gives me life, it’s somewhere on this blog.

-SAKURA, INO, KAKASHI, AND ASUMA SHOOK.

-Kakashi is definitely planning on rethinking about his life after this moment but like that all gets halted with the shit-storm that happens next.

-Ino and Sakura get nose bleeds.

-Sai is just kind of like, “Huh I didn’t actually think I was right.”

-ITS CANNON THAT SAKURA IS  A YAOI FAN GIRL SO WHY SHOULDN’T INO BE ONE TOO!

-Nod their approval while trying to stop the faucet.

-Naruto gives Sakura a hug, he was honestly really worried.

-Chouji is just eating chips and like pats Shikamaru on the back for finally figuring it out.

-SHIKAMARU SHOOK.

-Chouji made a bet with Yoshino though so now he owes her 20 ryu he’s kind of salty about that, “You couldn’t have waited another two months man?”

-SHIKAMARU SHOOK 2.0

-They tell their teams to keep it a secret between them because this is new and they aren’t really sure what they are doing, other people will just complicate that.

-Chouji, Ino, Sakura, Kakashi, and Asuma form the Shikanaru protection squad.

-Sai is kind of just along for the ride but Naruto is his friend so he won’t hesitate to cut the bitch who says anything about the blonde.

-When Shikamaru tells his parents they are like fucking finally and Narubae is instantly adopted.

-Shikamaru saw this coming from Chouji’s comment but now it’s Naruto’s turn to be SHOOK.

-Stammering, blushing sun.

-Shikamaru sees Naruto and like honestly his feelings for the boy are overwhelming.

-Troublesome, is this love?

momentum - 6

chapter 6

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“Why do you have two toothbrushes?” Itachi picked up both items and turned to his younger brother with a raised brow.

Sasuke glanced in his direction with a deer-in-the-headlights expression. Not knowing how to answer, he continued placing his novels in a cardboard box.

Seconds passed as Itachi stared expectantly at the man avoiding his gaze.

“The blue one is mine, you can throw the purple one away,” came his belated reply.

“Hmm.” The older sibling was unsatisfied, but did not prod further.

They finished the rest of the packing in silence, with Sasuke hoping he would not be pressed on the issue. People didn’t call Itachi a genius for nothing - he eventually figured things out, one way or another.

To say Itachi was curious was an understatement.

Once a week, they would Skype to stay in touch and like clockwork, he asked Sasuke how college was going. Were classes okay? Did he need anything?

Without fail, Sasuke gave the same generic answers: college is fine, classes are easy, no I don’t need anything. He occasionally threw in extra details like “I went to a new cafe downtown” or “I visited this museum,” but he did not generally enjoy discussing the personal details of his life. Then again, he was not a very talkative individual in the first place. Neither was Itachi, nor their late father - the Uchiha males were men of few words.

However brief their conversations may have been, Itachi did pick up on something. He was the lead investigator for the Konoha police force, so keen perception was a necessary part of the trade.

Sasuke seemed to have… perked up a little more this semester. Sometimes he would be half distracted on their Skype calls, text tones going off on his side. His focus would shift between his phone and his laptop to reply to his messages and maintain his discussion with Itachi.

Once, the older Uchiha watched with mild surprise as a grin split Sasuke’s face upon opening a particular message. Momentarily forgetting he was on the other side of a webcam, he didn’t mask his delight.

When asked who he was texting, Sasuke adjusted his features back to neutral and vaguely answered, “A friend.”

Knowing he would find out eventually, he let it drop. Now the desire to understand came back full force with the discovery of the mysterious purple toothbrush.

They were loading the last few boxes into the car when Sasuke looked at his phone and typed back a quick reply. Wiping the dust from his hands on his pants, he faced his brother and declared, “I’m going to go meet with a friend since we finished early. I’ll see you in an hour.”

No wonder it seemed like he had rushed packing, haphazardly shoving his belongings into boxes and bags. Itachi nodded in assent. “Have fun, I’ll meet you here at 3.”

Sasuke all but sprinted away from the car and Itachi couldn’t help but smirk. He was acting like a teenager with his first crush. Perhaps he was, he contemplated. His little brother closed himself off from others after their parents’ deaths and while the siblings were in tune with each other, Sasuke still had trouble expressing himself.

The owner of the purple toothbrush must have been rather special, he mused as he watched Sasuke run off.

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Ravished by Moonlight- Part 1

A/N: This is the first of two parts for my “Werewolf Negan AU” prompt for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s 2k Writing Challenge! Honestly this was so much fun to write, and I definitely got carried away with setting up the story before the smut even happens. I’m so happy I got the chance to combine my two favorite loves, Negan and werewolves, into one thirst-filled fic. I hope to have the second chapter posted during the weekend/early next week, but for now I hope you’ll enjoy this first part! :D

Words: 2992

Warnings: Brief description of a murdered deer, blood, and the next chapter includes smut

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After your great aunt had passed, it was discovered in her will that she left you the owner of her cabin in the woods. You vaguely remember the place from your childhood, a place your family had gone to on vacation once or twice to escape the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

In a way, you were escaping as well. Tired of the same daily routine of filing paperwork and attending yawn-inducing meetings, you decided to take the week off and catch up on some rest and relaxation in the cabin. No work, no people, no responsibilities. That was something you could get behind.

Unfortunately, the cabin wasn’t in a very car accessible area. You were forced to park in a communal lot that was a half hour walk away from where the cabin was. Grumbling, you slammed the trunk of your car and began to lug an entire week’s worth of clothes, food, and books toward the dirt path that led deeper into the woods.

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