Written for the following prompt: The house party me and my friends threw kinda escalated and after throwing out everyone I found this half naked person passed out in my bed but I can’t be bothered to wake them up now so I’m just gonna go to sleep and deal with it in the morning, they are kind of cute anyway AU
“Erica,” Derek says calmly—very calmly, he thinks, considering the situation. It’s two in the morning, he just trudged back from the library with a pounding headache behind his eyes, and he comes home to find their apartment the site of a raging house party, with drunk undergrads everywhere.
“Hey, Der,” she says, with that wide grin that only comes out when she’s had one drink too many.
“You didn’t tell me you were throwing a party,” he says, his jaw clenched, and she scoffs.
“This? This isn’t a party. This is a, uh, just a little get-together.”
Derek rolls his eyes. “It’s finals, for fuck’s sake. I’m going to bed, at least turn the fucking music down.”
He pushes through the crowd—accidentally hitting some of them with his backpack, oops—and finally seeks refuge in his room. The noise is dulled, blessedly, when he shuts the door behind him, and he exhales, letting his eyes fall shut. His momentary calm evaporates, however, when he opens eyes and notices the very important fact that someone is currently asleep in his bed, sprawled out on his stomach like he owns the place.
All Derek can see is broad bare shoulders, messy brown hair, and half of a mole-dotted face, pressed into the pillow and currently slack with sleep. Huh.
Derek sighs. He’s fucking exhausted, he doesn’t want to deal with babysitting some drunk kid right now, and he really doesn’t want him to wake up and then throw up in Derek’s bed or something.
Plus, the traitorous little voice in his head says, he’s really cute.
Derek shakes his head, irritated, as he drops his backpack on his desk chair. He strips down to his boxers and skips brushing his teeth—he’ll do it twice in the morning, and people are probably fucking the bathroom anyway, Jesus Christ.
Derek pulls back the comforter and gently slides into the bed, trying not to disrupt the mattress before he realizes that he’s being ridiculous. Why is he even considering a stranger’s comfort? It all seems for naught, anyway, because this kid apparently sleeps like the dead.
He takes a quick peek under the blankets, and at least the guy’s still wearing briefs, thank god. Derek doesn’t want to have to worry about accidentally sexually assaulting someone in his sleep.
He flops over onto his other side—thanks to the king size bed, his only grad school indulgence, there’s plenty of room—and closes his eyes. He’ll deal with this shit in the morning.
summary: you get to wake up the team in your own way, every morning
(this was a rewrite of an old oneshot, sorry for not including anyone new)
The metallic hallway floor was cold under your feet as you made your way to the shared kitchen of the Avengers, and you silently cursed Tony for not putting in heated floors for the cold New York winters. The sweatshirt you were wearing came down to your hips, just where the thick sweatpants started. Being comfortable was key for your mornings, since you were in charge of waking everyone up and making sure they got ready for the new day at hand. Training sessions never started before 8am, so it gave you time to eat a snack and wake up before going about the routine. There was one time when Thor had just gotten an iPhone and smashed it with Mjolnir the next morning when the buzzer started to go off. Then, the following morning, Natasha threw hers out the window, and on its way out Clint shot it with an arrow. The Avengers were really just a group of people who didn’t know what the hell to do with their phones.
Your first stop on the route was to Steve’s room, he was still not caught up at a decent enough pace to use an iPhone just yet. He lived on the same floor as you though, so he was the breakfast maker for everyone while you were off getting them to wake up. The door always had this creak whenever you opened it, and Steve learned to sleep through it. You walked to the side of the bed he was facing, and after a gentle nudge to his shoulder you whispered, “Hey Cap, good morning.” His eyes always opened slow as he got his bearings, and you took a moment to appreciate his ruffled hair and sleep eyes. Steve’s room was the cleanest out of all the Avengers, it even smelled decent. Steve rolled over on his back, and stretched for a moment before standing and finding a shirt to go into the kitchen with.
Next was Bucky, and you made sure that you took an extra deep breath before stepping into his room. In the past, you’ve walked into a completely nude Bucky who was also spread eagle on the bed. There’s been times where he’s not even in the bed, and he’s with his weapons by the closet. This time however, he was peacefully sleeping and stirred slightly at the sound of your feet padding across the carpet. You made a point to make yourself known as you came in with a little knock on the door. So he happily smiled and greeted you a good morning, in that wonderful husky voice. Bucky’s laugh made you smile as you made your way out of his room and towards the stairwell.
Clint’s room on the floor below was your next stop, and technically speaking it was Natasha’s room as well. They were easily woken up, considering all you had to do was open the door and yell, “Wake up time!” Those two shot up like there was a murderer at their door. A lot of the mornings you had to duck in case Clint was ‘sleep grabbing’ his bow the night before, and sometimes Tasha would sleep with a gun under her pillow after an unsettling mission. They had the blinds drawn in their room so there was no sunlight coming through. So it was difficult to see what you were walking into some times, let alone what time of day it was.
Down the hall from them was Thor’s room, and it was big enough to fit a king. He was also your favorite to wake up, other than Steve. Thor was the happiest to see you in the morning, and in general he was just the happiest one around the tower. Once you opened Thor’s door, you ran and leapt to the King size bed. “Good morning Thor!” You tickled his sides as he started to warm up and adjust to the light streaming in through the large windows.
“Oh lady y/n, you never fail to make me laugh in the morning!” Thor groggily spoke, and his voice was so deep it practically made the walls rumble. His laugh thundered on even as you walked out of his room, and you continued on with the routine.
Tony was next on occasion, but all he really needed was Pepper. However, she was out of town at that particular moment. So you hopped on the elevator, and rode to the top floor. The billionaire was already awake and moving by the time you’d reached his floor, so he took the opportunity to ride with you down to breakfast.
Everyone was sitting around the giant oak table, joking around and laughing about some of the older mission stories. The super soldiers were just now sitting down with everyone, and they still had their “dance around the kitchen” playlist going full blast. People were singing along, and being nice for once while sharing the pancakes that Steve had just made. You took a moment to appreciate the people sitting in front of you, when Thor interrupted your thoughts by putting his left arm over your shoulder, and announced, “We love you the most, lady y/n.”
A short post on the most underrepresented eye color in fiction and the most common eye color in the world.
Shades of Brown
Things that are Shades of Brown
Wood (range from light brown to black)
Chocolate (mid to dark brown)
Coffee (pale gold to black)
Henna (reddish brown)
Bronze (light brown)
Afternoon sunlight (gold)
Animals (and their eyes)
Earth (wet earth = dark brown, red clay = reddish brown, wet sand = light brown)
Topaz gemstone (orange to dark brown)
Leather (mid to dark brown)
Autumn or winter: Brown, an earth tone, is closely associated with dead plants, which are brown and not very romantic. You can link this to the smell of woodsmoke, bark, or new snow; the taste of frost or hot chocolate; the sight of bare branches and southward-flying birds; the touch of warm sweaters or rake handles; the sound of crunching leaves or fire crackling.
Earth: Again, brown is an earth tone. You can link this to petrichor, the smell of flowers, animals, or water; the taste of crisp cold air or freshwater; the sight of fresh soil, stones, bark, or a low-slung, comfortable cabin; the touch of rain, leather, dirt, or fur; the sound of birds calling, rain falling, plants rustling
Alcohol: Most liquor is gold or brown. You can link this to the smell of alcohol and a well-packed bar; the taste of ice, glass, garnish, and alcohol; the sight of a polished bar, a half-empty glass/mug, and the shotgun resting below the bar; the touch of a mild buzz, an arm through yours, or the mild jostling as you find a barstool; and the sound of barroom buzz, a pool table, jazz music, and pouring drinks.
Animals: Many animals - predator and prey - have brown or golden eyes. You can link this to the smell of (wet) fur; the taste of cold wind, blood, or plants; the sight of moving branches, unblinking eyes, feathers shining in the sun, and fur ruffling in the breeze; the touch of the ground beneath your bare feet, branches whipping along beside you, and the weather; and the sounds of panting/breathing, or soft footfalls or wing beats.
Material: Brown is a tactile color, bringing with it the touch of copper or velvet or hemp or satin in addition to the hue. You can link this to the smell of metal, wet fabric, or hemp; the taste of blood (sometimes described as coppery) or champagne at a luxurious event; the sight of a richly decorated bed, a burnished weapon or set of buttons, or a lovely gown; the touch of cold metal, soft velvet, or course fur; and the sounds of rubbing fur, rustling fabric, and chiming metal.
Blackness: This is for all the very dark-eyed people out there who appear not to have irises at all. You can link this to the smell of a cold night or of rock; the taste of regret, lies, or red wine; the sight of raven’s wings, obsidian, flickering shadows, mourners at a funeral, coals, and endless pits; the sensation of being about to fall into a hole, the secret thrill of illicit behavior, nothingness, warmth, or compelling mystery; and the sounds of murmured conversations, rustling feathers, and drowsiness.
Old Things: When I think of brown, I think of all of the above, yes, but I also think of old houses and antiques. Maybe because old houses tend to use wood paneling and because paper yellows as it ages? You can link this to the smell of old books, white-out, India ink, mildew, wood polish, and paper; the taste of musty paper, dust, and history; the sight of fireplaces, antique globes, solemn old portraits, overflowing bookshelves, and overstuffed, tatty armchairs; the feeling of a comfortable chair, paper between your fingers, warmth, and familiarity; and the sounds of a crackling fire, an old house settling after a storm, turning pages, and a scratching pen.
Warmth: The brown found in brown eyes is a warm, comforting color. You can link this to the smell of warm earth and a full house; the taste of hot summer days; the sight of dust motes swirling in the air, golden sunlight arcing across the ground at morning or dusk, and wood in the fireplace; the feeling of mild warmth from sunlight filtering through treetops; and the sounds of birds singing or quiet conversation.
Request: “Peter x Reader with “Your reckless impulses will get you killed!” And “You’re an idiot and i’m very proud of you. don’t do that again.” and
Peter Parker x Reader with “You idiot! You dumbass! You- you fucking moron!” And "There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” Angst to fluff, please? Thank you!”
A/N: I combined two requests, I hope that’s okay!
He had told you he was going to be gone for quite a while that night. You decided to wait up in your room, knowing very well that it could be late in the night before he contacted you. But it had gone later than ever.
You rolled over in your bed to check your phone, the screen lighting up your worried expression in the darkness. No texts, no missed calls. The bold white numbers at the top read 1:05. The lock screen picture of you and Peter laughing together just made your heart hurt even more. Where was he?
You jumped when a loud knock on your window broke the pressing silence. You leaped out of bed, wondering what it was. Had a bird hit your window somehow in the middle of the night?
“Oh my god,” the words left your lips in a rush of air. “Peter.”
The boy was on his knees up on the fire escape outside your window, his left hand clutching his right shoulder. His mask was in his other hand. His face was a mess of blood and dirt.
You hurried forward, pulling up your window. You helped him through, keeping a steady hand on his uninjured shoulder.
“Why are you here? What happened?” You whispered, not wanting to alert your parents.
“I tried to stop this guy,” Peter said, his words pushed out through clenched teeth. “He was one of the men left over from the underground alien weapons operation. He still had one of the weapons.”
“What-” you sat him down on your bed, struggling to understand what was going on. You tried to move his hand from his shoulder, but he resisted you.
“Peter, please,” you said, looking him right in the eyes. “I can help you, I know first aid.”
“I don’t-” he didn’t finish the sentence, his eyes seeming to fracture into a million pieces.
“You don’t what?” you asked.
“I don’t want you to have to worry about me,” he said, his eyes flicking away from yours.
You sighed. “Then why did you come to my apartment, not yours?”
Peter shook his head. “May can’t see me like this, and you’re the only person I knew could help me.”
“Then let me help.”
Peter let his hand drop. Your stomach turned over at the sight of the grisly wound in his shoulder. His suit was soaked with blood.
“The weapon hit me there,” Peter said, his voice rasping.
“I can see that.” You struggled to stay calm. “Hold on, I’m going to get some bandages from the hall closet. Don’t move.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Peter murmured.
You straightened up, turned to ease the door to your room open. You winced with every squeak of the hinges, expecting someone to come down the hall and see you and a very bloody Spider-Man at any moment. You took the first-aid kit from the hall from atop a stack of blankets. You found a couple heavier-duty bandages pushed against the side behind some books.
You padded back to your room, closing your door behind you. Peter sat on your bed with the worst look of pain on his face. You knelt down in front of him.
“Can you talk off your suit?”
Peter nodded, loosening it first then sliding the smooth material off his shoulders. You sucked in air through your teeth, reaching for one of the towels you brought.
“Hold this against your shoulder, it’s the best I could find,” you instructed. Peter did as you told him.
“God,” you muttered, seeing the scratches on his chest and face. One of his eyes had swelled up. “Your reckless impulses will get you killed, Peter.”
“I just wanted to stop him,” Peter said, getting defensive.
You bit your lip, holding back more berating words and the tears that stung your eyes. You took the towel from him, cleaning up the most blood you could before wrapping a bandage around it.
“This is the best I can do for tonight,” you said, your voice trembling despite your resolve not to show the turmoil inside of you.
“It’s okay,” Peter said. “This is more than enough.”
You moved to the scratches on his chest. “You’re gonna need stitches tomorrow, there’s no way around it.”
“I can’t, then May will know-”
“Then go to Tony Stark! Go somewhere! Find a spool of thread and a needle and freaking do it yourself!” you spat. “You can’t let these go untreated, Peter!”
Peter stayed silent as you cleaned away some of the dried blood, not sure what to say. One of his hands was fisted in your blankets from pain. He closed his eyes, unsure whether it was body or his heart that hurt more. He hated to see you so worried. He hated that he was Spider-Man right at this moment. He hated that he had a duty to do, a duty that hurt himself and everyone else around him.
“You’re an idiot,” you muttered, reaching for some more bandages. “You dumbass. You- you fucking moron! Why would you put yourself in so much danger?”
“It’s my job,” Peter said,
“No, your job is to be the ‘friendly neighborhood Spider-Man’, the one that goes after petty thieves and helps old ladies find their way around. You’re not supposed to hunt down war criminals!” You felt a tear drip onto your cheek.
“I know,” Peter said. He looked down at his heavily bandages torso, at you struggling to keep your hands steady. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around so much.”
“It’s okay,” you said tightly, knowing that the anger you felt wasn’t justified. It was born of fear and, though you didn’t want to admit it, jealousy.
You turned, putting everything back into the box. Your fingers shook so badly, you could barely hold onto a box of Band-Aids. Tears blurred your vision.
“Stop. Y/N,” Peter reached forward, taking your hands. You were forced to look at him.
“I’m sorry,” you said, trying to pull away. Instead, Peter stood up, despite his wounds, and hugged you tightly to his chest. You could feel his own hands trembling on your back. You were reminded that he had a much bigger job than you, and he did it damn well despite coming back with a black eye almost every time.
“You’re an idiot and I’m very proud of you. Don’t do that again,” you whispered.
“I’ll be careful,” Peter promised. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
The two of you stayed there for a moment before Peter pulled away, wincing. “I don’t suppose you have any pain meds?”
“Oh, yeah,” you said, leaning down to rifle through the First-Aid kit. You found the bottle of Ibuprofen holding it out to him. He took a pill gratefully, sighing.
“Thank you,” he said. “I should probably go.”
“There’s no way you’ll make it back to your apartment,” you said. “Stay with me tonight, we can call May tomorrow.”
Peter nodded after a moment. He slid into your bed behind you, pulling you into his chest. Though neither of you said it very much, you were grateful for each other.
Peter held onto you like you were his rock in the middle of a roiling sea, his head pushed into your neck. You sighed, knowing that whatever Peter had to face, he could handle it.
- Being directly looked at w/out the paperbag. It’s not why he wears the bag, but once you keep your face hidden under a bag 24/7, taking it off becomes it’s Own Thing. - Being complimented too much gets him worked up. - He was honestly pretty tame before he met Blackhat - He’s developed a thing for being owned. - As first he tried to ignore the scars left after a make-out session- now he tends to trace them slowly and remember his lover. - Once Blackhat caught him doing it, and it became Blackhat’s thing. - He made a dildo shaped like Blackhats tentacle cock for when Blackhat was away on business meetings.
- Wearing his suit while fucking a naked partner - He’s the one that’s into collars and leashes- so long as he’s tugging on them, of course. - He likes to mark his lovers- and he takes the fact Flug is dressed head to toe in clothing as a personal challenge. - And thanks to stumbling in on Flug touching himself while tracing said marks (he tends to skip that important little detail) Blackhat finds himself getting hot and bothered just by thinking about it. - He loves to make out with a lover in complete darkness. The idea his partner will never know where he’ll strike next- but to this day, he has no idea his teeth glow in the dark. - He might enjoy something to do with knives and weapons of mass destruction in bed. - And you didn’t hear it from me he had Flug make a collar that could lock off his powers. - Or the fact Flug would be the one holding said weapons. - He once got jealous after finding out Flug had made a dildo to ‘replace’ him and proceeded to prove why his was so much better.
My Personal Top 10 Villain and Hero Prompts so far List
10) “Such faith…” the villain looked at the other in wonder, reverence, shocked awe that quite stole their breath. Such beautiful, stupid, blindness. They were the most perfect creature the villain had ever seen. “Tell me, if I asked you for your heart, would you give it to me?” “You have it already.” As if they hadn’t just met. “Or do you mean literally? ”It was all the villain could do not to grin, wolfish. They didn’t want to scare this miracle, after all. But oh, how strangely ensnaring it was to be trusted so completely.“Come with me.” X
9) “So protective…” the villain murmured. “You were never so protective over me.” “You never needed anyone to protect you!” The look on the villain’s face stopped them dead. X
They knew it was wrong, they knew they shouldn’t like seeing the antagonist like this. A shell of themselves, fragile, held together by stitches. But oh they were so pliant like this. So scared of doing wrong and so desperately needing reassurance. “I forgive you.” “It’s going to be okay.” “You’re not a monster.” The hero had never felt so addictively needed in their life, so redemptive, so powerful to have the villain breathless and overwhelmed with the smallest of kindnesses. They felt like god. X
The villain prowled closer, gaze intent. “Mm. The last time someone looked at me like that we didn’t get out of bed all weekend, good times.” “Cute bravado, it won’t save you.” “You’re blushing.” X
6) “Fix it.” “I can’t.” The protagonist dropped to their knees, a sick feeling curdling in the pit of their belly. “Please - see, I’m begging and everything - fix it.” They swallowed hard. “Please.” Their voice voice cracked. “I can’t,” the antagonist said. They tugged one hand through their hair, jerked the other in a gesture for the protagonist to get up. “I’m not saying it to spite you, I literally can’t. This is beyond my power. I’m sorry.” The protagonist stared at them in numb disbelief. X
5) “Go on,” the antagonist rasped. Their eyes were intent upon the protagonist’s, their lips startlingly red with blood. Breath panting. “Finish it.” The protagonist’s hand wavered, head spinning, adrenaline coursing nauseously through their body. Some distance away, their allies were starting to approach. The antagonist’s expression softened. “Finish it.” They reached up a hand to steady the protagonist on their weapon. “You’ll be a hero, everyone will love you, the world will be yours for the taking. You’ve come so far and grown so much, you’ve fought so hard. You can do it. It’s alright.” “You want to die?” “Don’t ask me that. I’d rather it be by your hand than theirs.” X
“Let me tell you something,” the antagonist said. “You want to get away with being a monster, you act like a hero.” X
“Dearest. Darling. Sweetheart,” the protagonist flatly recited the list of endearments the antagonist was most likely to wield in their conversations. “You’re play acting at intimacy again. God, it must be desperately lonely being you.” “Oh, love. I’m not the one play acting at anything – if I wanted to be intimate with you, baby, I’d bother to learn your name.” X
2) “Beautiful girl in need of saving, you’re predictable,” said the villain. She circled the hotel room, removing the silken scarf from around her neck and letting it drop. The heroine set her weapon slowly down on the bed beside them. “Compulsive need to play act a girl in need of saving,” she returned. “You’re transparent.” A smile flickered across the villain’s lips. “I like pretending to be you. It’s intimate.”“You think I need saving?” “Of course,” the villain purred. “I know who you’re up against.” X
“Shh, it’s alright,” the villain said. “You’re doing beautifully and I’m so proud of you. But that’s enough now. It was cruel of them to make you fight me - you could never have won. It’s not your fault.” X
+ 1; AKA the first heroes and villains prompt I wrote, of the classic style you might know me for (I wrote villainous prompts before this one, but they wouldn’t be what you guys call my villain and hero prompts in the same way)
“What happened to you?” He strained against the cuff, face twisted up and flushed. “You’re not like this - this isn’t you.”
“And how would you know what I’m like?” he drew the knife, caressed it along Marco’s cheek. “You left. And now you want to leave again…but the boss won’t be so happy about that, old friend.”
Prompt 94, “Don’t kiss me if I’m sleeping; I will punch you.”
Character: Peter Pan OUaT.
Thank you for the request and for your patience, anon! This is fairly short and sweet, and I did change the line a bit to make it fit. I hope you enjoy it!
A cool breeze blew through the room, and Y/n snuggled deeper into her blankets. It was mid-winter, and absolutely freezing in her small, second-floor bedroom. Y/n slept with her bed underneath her window, which was only a nice decision on warmer nights.
She was having a very nice dream about a certain mischievous boy king of Neverland when she felt her covers slipping off of her. She grumbled sleepily and tugged them back towards her and felt the most terror she had ever felt in her life when she realized that someone else was holding the covers away from her.
A face loomed over her, but it was too dark to make out any of the features. She felt someone else’s warm breath on her cheeks and did the only sensible thing in this situation: she punched her would-be attacker directly in the nose.
Her attacker stumbled back, cursing. Y/n sat up in bed, ready to grab a makeshift weapon if needed, but paused. Something about this attacker seemed incredibly familiar. It was the voice which finally made her realize her mistake.
“Y/n, love, what the hell was that for?” a disgruntled Pan asked as he turned on the lights in her bedroom.
“Peter!” she blinked, eyes adjusting to the light. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”
He nodded, making his way back across the room to her bed and sitting down next to her. She touched his face, lightly, making sure he was actually okay. After a moment, she tilted her head at him.
“Wait… What exactly are you doing here?” she asked.
“I was trying to kiss you.” he answered ruefully.
Y/n couldn’t help it; she burst out laughing. Pan made joking sad puppy-dog eyes but eventually had to start laughing too. The two of them sat on her bed, giggling, for a solid two minutes before calming down. On an impulse, Y/n leaned in and kissed Pan gently on the lips. She pulled back, smiling.
“And what did we learn?” she quipped.
“Don’t kiss Y/n while she’s sleeping; she will punch you,” Pan responded, leaning in. “Now, about that kiss I’m owed…”
“Didn’t I just kiss you?” Y/n asked, leaning in herself. Pan hummed thoughtfully.
“Yeah, but that was you kissing me. I came here to kiss you, so it’s my turn.” They both smiled, inches away from their lips meeting. Y/n sighed happily and closed her eyes.
> Jonathan & Will start sharing a room. Between their combined PTSD and the fact that they both keep waking up screaming from horrible nightmares, knowing someone is close by and that they’re safe really helps
> Mike leaves up El’s little fort in the basement and sometimes when he’s really missing her he sneaks downstairs and will sleep there
> Nancy takes up boxing. And baseball. And archery. And martial arts. And she talks to Chief Hopper about becoming a cadet. Anything and everything she can do to make sure she can protect her loved ones
> Nobody notices, but Steve starts suffering from paranoia. I mean, he saw a monster crawl out of Jonathan’s house ceiling. He startles at any type of flickering light and begins sleeping with a box of weapons under his bed
> Jonathan, Nancy, and Steve all start dating. Everyone they’re close with don’t care because three teens in a relationship is a lot more normal then a monster, the upside down, and a little psychic girl combined
> Lucas and Dustin leave clothes for El in the woods. They bring coats and long pants in the fall and winter, and different colored dresses and sandals in the spring and summer. Dustin wanted to leave El weapons too, but Lucas reminded him that she doesn’t need those because she has superpowers. Oddly enough, they’ve never run into Hopper and so they just assume it’s Mike who leaves the waffles
> Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve all have each others numbers memorized for when the PTSD gets really bad
> Mike doesn’t go to that years snowball. Or any other school dance for that matter. He refuses to go to any school dance until El comes back and he can go with her
> Will’s “flashes” to the upside down only get worse and worse. When it starts happening in the middle of school, he gets REALLY worried and has to act even harder than before that everything’s ok because his friends and family have already been though much and he doesn’t want to worry them more
> After just barley managing to warn his friends about the bad men, Lucas never leaves them again. He has to know where they are at all times and if he doesn’t he begins to get the symptoms of a panic attack. Every night he calls them before bed to make sure they’re still safe. If Mike and Dustin find it annoying he doesn’t care. He is never letting something like that happen ever again
> Unbeknownst to literally anyone else, Dustin is secretly looking for El. He has a lot of compasses, he knows about the magnetic force to the upside down, and he is 112% determined to bring their friend back
> It goes without saying that Joyce is beyond prepared to adopt El. She helped out everyone, expeshally her, and she already felt a really strong bond with the girl during the whole swimming pool thing. She’s already set up a room for El (complete with a canopy bed) and has a closet full of clothes for her. It’s a mix of everything because she doesn’t know what exactly El prefers to wear. She starts referring to El as her daughter and it’s even rubbed off on her sons. They both often start referring to El as their sister
I realized now, that the Hellsing Ova cuts out and switches a lot stuff around. for insistence in episode 2, in the scene where Walter tells Seras he threw out her bed and replaced it with a coffin, which understandably makes her upset, Walter asks her if she still having issues with her new lifestyle, Alucard enters calls her idiot for not adhering to the fact that she is now a vampire, and he chews her out a bit, and then it ends and the conversation changes to topic of their weapons.
In the manga, it goes similarly, with Walter throwing out Seras’ bed, Seras gets upset and Walter goes on to explain why she needs to sleep in a coffin and that she needs to drink the blood. In the anime Seras doesn’t say anything after that, but in the manga she tells Walter that she’s afraid of drinking the blood, because she’ll lose something important.
This scene just enforces the fact, that Seras is still at a loss, thrown completely into a world and lifestyle that might force her to end up losing her humanity/innocence. Seras does not want to be a monster, I might be looking much into it, but I also think in her deep sub-conscious , she never, ever wants to become the same people that murder her parents and defiled her mother’s corpse. Seras’ character has always been about justice, and striving to be he a police officer was a chance to uphold those ideologies.And now that she has become a vampire, she has to drink human blood in order to live, something that is completely taboo to her, so course she would be uncomfortable wanting to indulge in any kind of blood lust.
Like the anime, Alucard comes in and starts chewing her out.
The conversations of the anime and Manga pretty much go the same way, Alucard tells her that she chose the night, and because of that she can never return to the light. etc.
But, here’s where the scene differ, in the OVA, like I said it just ends, with Walter gifting Alucard with Jackal.
In the Manga, Alucard takes in Seras dejected appearance and pretty much dismisses, his previous statement, saying that she’s doing fine and she can can keep tip-toeing her way along and that it really doesn’t bother him.
It just one small scene, but for me it makes a big difference and this why I prefer the manga version than the Ova/Anime’s interpretation. But, Also it shows that Alucard isn’t completely cold-hearted, as he appears. And it’s also another moment between these two that’s kind of heart warming, well at least to me, anyways.
Request: Could you do an imagine where you’re the commander and Bellamy falls in love with you??
Word count: 1,531
(A/N: I took a different approach when writing this, so let me know what you think! Also, if you want to see a part 2, if you could shoot me a message that’d be great :) )
Y/n could remember the day the Sky People came to earth very
clearly. She and a couple of her people were on a hunting trip, trying to
gather supplies for a feast celebrating the three year anniversary of her people’s
liberation from the Ice Nation. They were corrupt and evil, and after several
months of battle, they surrendered. Three months later, Y/n and one hundred of
the former Ice Nation hiked up a mountain and to an empty field. The people
appointed Y/n as their new leader and were comically named the Free People by
The feast was on the same day they landed. The Free People all
thought it was a shooting star, but as it got closer and closer, they realized
it was something different. It landed right outside of Y/n’s land. Not knowing who
these people were, she stayed back to study them. They quickly set up
civilization, scavenged for food and water, and laughed and partied. They were
incredibly smart, but also a threat. They kicked out their own people,
banishing these newcomers to discover the dense forest by themselves.
Y/n’s people wanted to retaliate, to claim the land they all
fought so hard for. She made them wait, though. She wanted the newcomers to
feel welcome in their new home, and then attack them when they were vulnerable.
It had been two months since they came to earth, and the new
people, conveniently named the Sky People, had yet to discover the Free People’s
village. Feeling safe and comfortable, Y/n decided to go out into the forest
for some peace and quiet. The guards were reluctant to let her go, but she
insisted. While she loved being the Free People’s commander, she missed her
freedom more than anything. She couldn’t go anywhere without an escort. But she
knew these woods better than any of the guards, so she was sure she’d be fine.
There was a clearing about a mile south of the camp that she
would go to when she needed to think. It was on the bank of a wide stream, and
the grass surrounding it was so green it looked unreal. Flowers blossomed on
the stream’s edge and birds chirped lightly in the trees. The sky was overcast,
but you were just thankful it wasn’t raining yet. Y/n pulled her jacket closer
to her as a wind passed through.
She was humming a light, delicate tune and throwing rocks
into the stream, completely unaware of the people behind her. Three men from
the Sky People had followed her to the clearing. Murphy, Bellamy, and Miller
hid behind a large tree as they watched.
“There’s no way she could fight us off. Let’s just grab her
and go.” Murphy whispered. They were planning on taking her back to the camp to
question her about the Free People and surrounding groups.
“On my count…1…2…3!” Bellamy shouted. The three jumped out
into the clearing and circled Y/n before she could register what was happening.
Miller grabbed her from behind, but she kicked out, right into his knee caps.
Miller doubled over in pain as Murphy raced to tackle Y/n. They toppled to the
ground and Y/n struggled to gain dominance over him. She got on top of him and
punched his face a few times, stopping only when she heard the snap of his nose
breaking. Bellamy picked her off of Murphy and pinned her arms beneath his so
she couldn’t take a swing at him. She kicked, but he was much taller than she
“Put me down!” Y/n shouted.
“She speaks.” Murphy replied sarcastically. “I wonder what
else she has to say.”
Bellamy was much stronger than she was, and it took very
little time for him to tie her arms around her back. He tied her legs together
too, leaving just enough room for her to walk. Bellamy dragged Y/n by the hands
while Miller and Murphy trailed behind. The walk wasn’t long, but long enough
for Y/n to realize she was nowhere near her camp, which meant she was nowhere
near her people.
The Sky People’s camp was coming together nicely. They had
built a giant wall and gate that two gunmen guarded. They opened it when they
save the three men approaching. Y/n tried to hide her amazement, but couldn’t
help but notice the amazing technology. Bellamy tugged on her ropes when she
started to lag behind.
“Where’s Clarke?” Bellamy asked a guard. His voice was deep
and rough, and he spoke with authority. ‘Is
he their leader?’ Y/n thought.
“Drop ship.” The guard responded. They walked towards a
giant, metal building. It looked exactly like the ship Y/n remembered on that
day they arrived. They walked up a ramp and into a tiny room lined with weapons
and makeshift beds. The weapons they had were unlike anything Y/n had ever
seen. It was a good thing the Free People had not attacked, for the Sky
People’s weapons were much more advanced and deadly.
“Who is this?” Clarke questioned, eyeing Y/n suspiciously.
Y/n couldn’t help but notice how attractive she was, and how innocent she
seemed. But Bellamy appeared to answer to her. Was this their leader?
“Don’t know. Found her in the woods. Thought she might have
some useful information.” Murphy replied.
Clarke walked up to Y/n and continued to survey her. “Who
“I am nobody.” Y/n answered.
“Nobody huh?” Clarke took a couple steps back. “You should
just let her go.”
“Let me at least try to get some information out of her.”
Bellamy said. Clarke shrugged her shoulders and walked out of the drop ship.
Y/n was back to being alone with the three men who had captured her. She didn’t
know what she was going to do. Her guards would recognize soon that she was
missing and would come searching for her.
Bellamy shoved Y/n toward a ladder and pointed for her to
climb it. It took her a bit longer than expected due to the ropes still hanging
around her wrists and ankles. Bellamy, Murphy, and Miller followed suit.
Bellamy grabbed Y/n’s wrists, untied the rope, and wrapped her wrists in ropes
that hung on the wall. He left her feet the way they were.
“I don’t understand why you are keeping me captive. I have
done nothing.” Y/n said, looking into Bellamy’s eyes as she spoke.
“We don’t know you. And we don’t like people we don’t know.
What’s your name?” He asked as he tied the ropes tighter.
“Y/n.” She replied.
“What group are you with?”
“The Free People.” She saw no point in lying about that
“Haven’t heard of them.”
“There are lots of groups around here you don’t know about.
I understand you’ve been lucky enough to meet TriKru, yes?” Bellamy looked up
at the mention of the Grounders. Y/n continued, “They’re a strong group. Kind
too, if you don’t cross them.”
“Yeah, we already messed that one up.” Murphy smirked at
Y/n. She could already tell she wasn’t going to like him very much.
Bellamy walked over to Miller and Murphy, and took a seat on
an overturned crate. Y/n took this time to really examine him. He was tall and
muscular with dark, curly hair and olive skin. He wore a black tshirt and
jeans, and jacket like the guards had on outside.
Bellamy took this time to examine Y/n, too. She was of
average height but with strong, lean muscles. Her face was composed, and she
showed no signs of fear. Most people would be fighting back, or at least
sweating. That’s how Bellamy knew she wasn’t telling the whole truth. No one is
that composed unless they have to be.
“What do you know about us?” He asked, breaking the awkward
silence that had formed.
“That you come from the sky and that you are survivors.” Y/n
“What does that mean?” Murphy snapped.
“You all aren’t from here, and have managed to find food and
water, make shelter, and fight. You’re survivors.”
“How do you know this?” Bellamy stood up from his seated
“Your arrival didn’t exactly go unnoticed. You landed in shared
territory between my people and the TriKru. You’ve held TriKru off so far.”
“Why haven’t your people attacked?” He neared Y/n and was
almost chest to chest with her. Y/n looked into his deep brown eyes; she took
note of the pain and exhaustion in them.
“We haven’t found a need to. You haven’t retaliated against
“But if you did you would have the upper hand. I don’t
understand…” Bellamy started.
“Things aren’t always about having the upper hand. You are
newcomers, we already have the upper hand, war or not. We recently fought a war
with people who deserved it. As of right now, your people don’t deserve it.” Y/n
calmly replied. Bellamy was taken aback by this answer, by the honesty and
sincerity in her words. He blinked and opened his mouth to reply, but no words
came out. After studying her face for a minute, he turned around and headed to
the ladder hatch.
it all comes down to whether or not you give a damn. for ria. xx
One dull and dreary day in late September, James finally gets sick of waiting.
(that’s not true at all; he could honestly wait for her forever.)
Dark clouds crawl across the sky, thunder rumbles ominously in the distance, but she’s laughing, joking about finishing their patrol outside before the heavens open and it’s the best sound he’s ever heard and he can’t hold back anymore.
He catches her hand suddenly, and she whirls around, her hair tracing a graceful arc in the air.
“I love you,” he shouts into the howling wind. Part of him hopes desperately that the brewing storm drowned him out; that she hadn’t heard such a brusque confession from him, that he has a chance to confess more romantically.
(another part hopes that she heard because damn, that was terrifying to say.)
He waits; he’s not sure if it’s approaching thunder or his own heartbeat, but there’s a thudding in his ears and he can’t breathe.
Lily drops his hand and he has his answer.
The rain pours.
“Well, what was I supposed to say?”
Even with her head buried under a pillow, her dorm mates decipher the muffled moans of anguish.
“Anything’s better than ‘thank you’. I mean, really, Lils?” Marlene tuts and Lily screams into her mattress.
“‘I love you, too,’ probably would’ve been a good place to start,” Mary suggests offhandedly.
Lily huffs as she surfaces and sits up. “But I don’t, though.”
Mary, by now accustomed to the ongoing drama of Lily and James’ relationship, simply rolls her eyes, sighs in resignation and continues her Transfiguration homework.
Quirking a brow, Marlene says sceptically, “Okay.” Lily slumps back onto the bed in defeat, and she repeats, quieter, “Okay.”
They suffer through about a week of painful awkwardness before he catches her alone.
“Listen,” James turns away from her, his hands shoved uneasily into his pockets. “About… the other day. We can just, y’know, forget it. Pretend it didn’t happen. If you want.”
She watches as he gently kicks at the castle walls. She’s not sure why, but something tightens inside her painfully.
(she could start something here, she could say, no, let’s not pretend…)
(she could, she could, but she doesn’t.)
“Okay,” she whispers to her toes.
She feels, rather than sees, his body deflate. He exhales, long and slow.
“Okay,” his voice cracks, and something inside her does, too.
“Please don’t tell us you said ‘thank you’ again.”
Lily sniffs irritably. “Of course not.”
“… I said… ‘okay’,” Lily admits and prepares to dodge pillows turned into projectile weapons, but they never come. Instead, Mary drops next to her on her bed and wraps her arms around her. “Mary?”
“It’s going to hit you one day, Lily,” she whispers. “There’s going to be a moment where you have to decide if you give a damn about this, about him, and you have to brave enough to admit that you do.”
“It’s going to hit you,” Marlene says gently as she sits on Lily’s other side, “and it’s probably going to hurt.”
The girls sit there, arms in a tangled mess, until Lily breaks the silence, her voice barely audible.
“It hurts now.”
One dull and dreary day in early October, Lily takes James’ hand. She traces his palm with her fingertips, feels his pulse quicken and stutter under his skin, although it’s hard to distinguish between his and hers.
Finally, she admits quietly, “I don’t know if I can say it.”
“Say what?” The huskiness of his voice does little to calm her.
“You know what,” she mumbles, ashamed that she can’t even vocalise it as a hypothetical.
“That’s not…” he ran his free hand through his hair, “that’s not the reason I told you I love you, Lily. I said it because it’s true and I thought it was the right time to tell you which, given everything that’s happened since then, probably wasn’t actually a good time…”
She watches him ramble on adorably, his hand still in his hair, a trademark gesture of nervousness; his glasses are lopsided and sliding down his nose. Everything about him is so perfectly James, the mere idea of losing him stings.
And that’s when it happens.
And it doesn’t hurt (in fact, it makes everything stop hurting); it hits her like lightning, starting like a spark in her chest and growing and blooming until her whole body feels tingly and alive. She glances down at their hands, still connected, and squeezes tightly.
James stops ranting to look at her. “Lil?”
She shyly lifts her eyes up to his, bright green meeting warm hazel, and smiles beatifically.
“I love you,” she yells. There’s neither thunder nor a roaring wind to compete with, but she wants to make sure he hears her, wants her words to ring in his ears forever.
His smile grows slowly, broadening into the widest, cheekiest grin she’s ever seen on his face. He pulls her flush against him and she laughs delightedly at his response.
“Make sure the doors are locked, love.” Alex advised you, kissing your head from where you sat on the couch. You were sitting cross legged, totally engrossed in the newest episode of your favorite show with a blanket wrapped around you tightly.
You hardly noticed until John waved a hand in front of you. “Baby? Did you hear Alex?”
“Yes. Lock the doors.” You said absentmindedly, looking around him. He managed a laugh and you gave him a small smile. “Promise I’ll be okay, Jack. You guys can go now.”
“You sure, princess?” Herc raised an eyebrow slightly, already slinging his jacket over his shoulders. He looked over at you from where he stood near the front door. Alex got up to look for something, mumbling things you didn’t quite pick up as he got up from the couch. He hurriedly gave you one more little kiss before he did so. John kissed your forehead and headed over near Herc.
Imagine the maknae line were alone at the dorm and decided to order some food. Jimin goes to open the door when the food arrives since it was his turn to pay and smiles friendly at the man holding the box. The man just stares at Jimin with wide eyes making Jimin a little uncomfortable but chalk it up to the man meeting a celebrity. The man didn’t talk but they finished the transaction before Jimin walk back into the dorm joking about how the male was starstruck. 5 minutes later the door rings again and Jimin goes to open it to see its that delivery boy, he shyly bows before handing a stuff toy with the company logo on it.
“I-I figured you might-t like this…” “Thank you that’s so sweet! Have a nice night!” Jimin didn’t think twice about that night and ended up tossing the toy on to his bed before going back to the movie, squishing himself between Taehyung and Jungkook.
However, weird stuff starts happening around the dorm. Jimin has come home to the door to his room open, has notice his toothbrush keeps going missing, that he seems to have less and less underwear after every wash, and even sometimes his stuff seems to be moved around. Hoseok thinks theres a ghost in the room but Jimin thinks it might be the other members messing around. Though it does get annoying when one of his favorite sweaters go missing.
It gets worst though when Jimin comes home to find a note under his pillow with ‘I love you so much’ written on it. Jimin thinks its Tae.Kook messing with him (cause Hobi told everyone his ghost theory), of course the two deny it and Jimin thinks they’re lying while the two boys think someone did it. When Jimin keeps coming home to missing stuff and more notes he starts getting agitated wanting the pranks to stop. Tae.Kook are not doing it but Jimin thinks they are. Jungkook actually starts getting worried cause he has asked every member and they all denied doing it. Something is going on and its getting scary.
Jungkook woke up one night feeling really thirsty so he got up to go to the kitchen. However when he walk out of his room he notice the door to Ji,Hopes room was open. What was weirder was the sound of scissors snipping something, curious Jungkook sleepily walk to the room to take a peak. Jungkook’s eyes widen when he saw a male dress in black with a pair of scissors in his hand while also closing a clear bag with a few locks of hair standing beside Jimin’s bed. Jungkook was in shock as the male pull out his phone to take a photo of Jimin.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing to Jimin Hyung!?” Jungkook snaps shock and anger filling his veins. This creep was the one behind everything, the missing stuff and the notes! The male jump while he turn wide eye to Jungkook, of course Jungkook’s shouting cause Ji.Hope to wake up. Hoseok started to scream while Jimin shot up in bed with his pillow as a weapon. The male look overwhelmingly frighten as he turn to Jimin, starting to confess his undying love and how they’re meant to be together.
“Get away from me!” Jimin yells smacking the male with the pillow before running towards the door where Jungkook is. Hoseok starts throwing whatever he can at the male as he also runs to the door. The dorm wakes up and rest of the BTS members rush out to see what’s happening. The male is screaming from Jimin to comeback and how they should run away together. Jungkook feels a overwhelming amount of anger and disgust for the male, making sure to hide Jimin behind him.
“No way am I letting you lay another finger on my Jimin hyung!” Jungkook snaps as the wide eye male locks his eyes on to the maknae. He just starts screaming before rushing towards the door with the scissors in his hand ready to stab Jungkook. Hoseok quickly closes the door and he holds it close with Nam-Kook. The male is stabbing at the door, shrieking Jimin’s name while declaring Jungkook is going to be the first to die for standing in the way. Yoongi is on the phone with the police while Taehyung holds Jimin while Seokjin has run to grab the kitchen knifes as a weapon.
“Jimin is mine! MINE! We belong together!” The male screams as the police escorts him out of the dorm. Seokjin and Namjoon speak with the police while Yoongi comforts Hoseok. Taehyung holds Jimin on the couch who is torn between sobbing or throwing a tantrum. Jungkook comes down to comfort Jimin who clings to him. The manger books a hotel room for the boys to rest in and even cancels the next day of schedules. The way to the hotel Jimin and Jungkook cling to each other, not separating once. Jungkook holds Jimin that night, neither of them able to sleep, fearing when they open their eyes they’ll see the man with the scissors.
They learn the stuff toy the man gave Jimin had a camera in it and that a lot of items of Jimin’s was in the males apartment along with pictures/videos of Jimin (even some of him sleeping.) The company went to press charges against the man. Hoseok demanded that they switch dorms ASAP. Jimin only request was that in the new dorm he shared a room with Jungkook.