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Domestic Klance Headcanons
  • Lance tries as hard as possible to sleep in for as long as possible
  • this is a difficult task considering Keith is an early riser he doesn’t even need an alarm he just naturally wakes up at 7 to work out or whatever
  • one time lance tried to wake up early enough to surprise keith with a birthday breakfast-in-bed, but of course keith didn’t get the message to sleep in and was already awake
  • they made a mess making pancakes and bacon together instead
  • lance is a neat freak. it annoys the crap out of keith because he never had to clean up for anyone else whereas lance’s mother pretty much programmed him to clean up after himself and his little siblings
  • keith affectionately labels these tirades as The Nag™…brace yourselves, The Nag is coming
  • lance can also cook??? he chops vegetables like it’s nothing and keith is alway afraid he’s going to lose a finger at the speed he’s going
  • they couldn’t decide on a color scheme for their room so it’s just a mismatched mess of soft blues and and calm grays and vibrant red and angsty black and it looks awful. but it’s theirs
  • lance convinced keith to do weekly Couple Luxury Night where they did relaxing at-home spa treatment-esque routines. he told keith it’d be fun but really it’s just an excuse for him to pamper his boyfriend and take goofy pictures in face masks and cucumbers
  • lance always fixes keith’s hair before he walks out the door because that boy does not know that bedheads aren’t acceptable. keith always pretends to be annoyed but his favorite thing is feeling lances fingers run through his hair
  • lance got them really into competitive cooking shows and naturally it turned into a heated cooking war between the two. since lance is 1000x better at cooking (keith can barely peel a potato) keith is allowed to distract him by whatever means necessary. lance is extremely susceptible to neck kisses, side tickling, and obnoxious raspberries
  • lance in aprons with flirtatious sayings
  • keith complying with the aprons’ suggestions
  • lance totally has a childhood teddy bear that he still sleeps with with named tigre (as a child he didn’t really have a clear grasp on the difference between bears and tigers). He is now señor tigre, respect the title, and is appalled when keith calls it ratty and old-looking
  • whenever lance is mad at keith he pretends keith isn’t there and complains about him to tigre
  • when keith needs comfort and can’t get any words out, lance lets him hold tigre—he might be old as hell but he is soft—and just talks to him about anything until keith feels better
  • they have matching red and blue mugs with cute lions on them
  • keith sleeps on the left side of the bed, but always manages to roll all the way to lance’s side by the morning
  • keith also has deathgrip when he’s asleep, so lance had to buy him a body pillow for those nights when lance just wants to sprawl out
  • lance taped a fucking picture of his face to the body pillow the first night keith slept with it and the next morning lance was woken abruptly by keith shrieking in terror
  • lance likes to do voices and impressions all the time to keep himself entertained and uses random objects around the house as props. keith’s reactions range from tired-of-your-shit to must-hold-in-laughter, but most of the time keith likes to film him on his phone so he can watch it again later. he says it’s blackmail material but these are keith’s videos of the lance that only he gets to see every day
  • whenever lance decides to fart in front of keith he turns it into a punchline
  • keith would never fart in front of other people because it’s fucking barbaric but he feels comfortable enough to voice his body’s concerns (oh god lance i have to fucking dump pause the tv i can’t miss gordon ramsay ripping this neglectful chef a new asshole)
  • they have a weekly chore chart with shifting roles, except keith can’t do the dishes because sticking his hands under hot water and touching grimy dishes is a nightmare for him
  • keith never likes to walk around barefoot esp in the kitchen, so lance makes it fun by gifting keith with funky socks. his most recent pair has shooting stars with a moon made of cheese at the ankle. (keith unintentionally called them cheesy and lance keeled over) keith is known at work/school as the serious guy with uncharacteristically fun socks
  • lance likes to blast music but when it bothers keith, he turns it down and sings along at a moderate volume, which keith finds comforting
  • keith: did u check between the couch cushions
  • it was between the couch cushions
  • they have a codeword for when keith misses a social cue and says something too blunt or rude, that way they can communicate easily in private and when company’s over
  • they also have a word for when lance is doing something annoyingly repetitive that keith can’t deal with
  • lance is superstitious and it’s all pretty humorous, but he never risks going to bed without saying i love you, even if they’re angry at each other. keith doesn’t understand why they need to say it out loud all the time but he knows it makes lance feel better so he doesn’t ask questions
  • some nights they like to sleep outside on the back porch so they can see the stars together, and they make their own constellations
  • when the Bad Thoughts hit lance, keith just stays with him, cradles him, strokes his hair. keith’s blunt honesty is a solace whenever lance splits
  • when lance dissociates, keith finds a simple activity for them to do together to coax him back like watching crap tv or going for a drive with the windows down
  • lance bought this weird porcelain duck cookie jar and every time keith comes into contact with it he stares it down for a good minute out of suspicion and spite
  • if either of them don’t feel like using their voice at any particular time, they bought mini whiteboards with tons of colorful markers
  • keith really likes to doodle?? its not his passion or anything but lance lets him draw on his skin and loves to show off his “new tattoo” to literally anyone
  • keith really wants a cat but lance thinks cats are too boring and moody. lance wants a dog but keith thinks they’re too high-maintenance and overwhelming
  • when they went pet shopping they became unwittingly enamored with a turtle struggling to eat a tomato. it was inspirational, and they named her Rita
  • they probably start a small garden and grow tomatoes for Rita and lance in floppy sun hats and keith digging gleefully into the earth
  • lance naming their gardening hoe keith and promptly running from an angry dirt-covered keith

im dy i ng I could go on about these dorks and their habits

if anyone wants to add anything more please do I'm thirsty for domestic klance fluff

anonymous asked:

I am also a sucker for your top 10 worldbuilding posts so here's another one: top 10 times the media got some TMI on Victor and Yuuri's relationship (and does it include Victor drunkenly revealing they switch to tabloids and Chris' speech at the wedding about where they've done the nasty?)

The wedding was strictly family and friends only so Chris’ speech never got made public (Yuuri would have died if it did!) but there have been several incidents where the media learned a lot more about Viktor and Yuuri than they ever expected.

Top 10 Times The Media Got Some TMI On Victor and Yuuri’s Relationship:

10) Once - when Yuuri was competing in the Four Continents and Viktor was on the side-lines to cheer him on - during the warm up Yuuri was practicing his quad flip over and over to make sure he got it right while Viktor was doing an interview at the side of the rink and the reporter sort of offhandedly mentioned ‘oh, Katsuki has been doing jumps for a while now and he doesn’t even look tired, I guess it must be true that he has really good stamina’ and Viktor just went really dreamy eyed and said ‘yes’ while completely ignoring the interviewer and gazing at Yuuri. And the reporter and the camera man just ended up looking at each other like ‘should we finish the interview or just let him keep daydreaming about his sex life?’

9) During the season after the end of chapter 14 Viktor’s exhibition skate was the Stay Close To Me duet and afterwards one of the reporters asked Yuuri ‘were you ever concerned about doing the lifts during the routine? Were you sure Nikiforov was going to be able to hold your weight or were you worried he might drop you?’. And Yuuri was just like ‘No, I had faith in him and we already knew he could lift me up pretty easily anyway’ which he probably would have gotten away with if he hadn’t proceeded to go bright red afterwards when he realised what he’d said and everyone who watched it was like ‘we kind of really want to know but at the same time we probably really don’t.’

8) After Viktor finally retired he was doing a joint interview with Yuuri and one of the reporters asked him if he was concerned about maintaining his physical condition now that he wasn’t competing anymore because lots of athletes have a hard time adjusting once they stop such vigorous training regimes. And Viktor was just like, ‘I’m sure it won’t be a problem, I’ll still be getting some pretty intense regular exercise even if I’m not training anymore’ and winked at Yuuri and Yuuri started blushing really badly while all the reporters went into minor meltdowns

7) Once they ended up being caught by reporters a few days after Viktor’s birthday when they were out taking the dogs for a walk and it was mostly fine but one of the reporters asked Yuuri what he had given Viktor as a birthday present and they both went bright red and Yuuri sort of mumbled a hurried and fake sounding answer that probably wasn’t even in English and practically sprinted off. No-one ever found out exactly what Viktor’s ‘present’ was but there was a lot of speculation and the general consensus became that Yuuri Katsuki was probably a lot kinkier than anyone ever expected and Viktor Nikiforov was a very lucky guy.  

6) This one came in a series of tweets from a fan who was in an upmarket hotel bar which basically consisted of, ‘oh my god Viktor Nikiforov is in the same bar as I am what should I do?’ ‘He’s sitting alone do you think I should go and talk to him? Would it be weird to ask for his autograph?’ ‘I wonder why Katsuki isn’t with him, it’s the off season I thought they’d be together’ ‘Oh my god I just noticed he isn’t wearing his ring what does this mean?’ ‘He just started to talk to a guy who sat down next to him and he’s being really flirty oh my god.’ ‘Is Viktor Nikiforov having an affair????’ ‘Help, red alert I’ve just seen Viktor Nikiforov in a bar chatting up some random guy without his ring on what do I do?’ ‘Oh wait a minute the guy he was talking to just turned around and it turns out it was actually Katsuki after all. Panic over.’ ‘Wait a minute Katsuki isn’t wearing his ring either, they can’t have both lost them at the same time can they?’ ‘They’re acting really weirdly though and they’re dressed differently too I’m confused but I don’t want to interrupt’ *several minutes pause* ‘Well something I definitely didn’t expect to happen tonight was finding out that Katsuki and Nikiforov are apparently into role play but you learn something new every day.’

5) After being apart for a long time during the skating season they finally reunited at an airport and it was all very dramatic and Viktor ended up kissing Yuuri really passionately for a really long time. And when they broke away Yuuri was like ‘that reminded me of our first kiss, after the competition in Saitama.’ And Viktor was like ‘I did a lot more than just kiss you then solnyshko’ being all sly and flirty and then they both sort of froze as they realised that A) they were in a very public airport which is not a good place to be heavily flirting even if you have been apart for several months and B ) Several people were not so discreetly filming them. And that was how the world learned exactly when and where Viktor and Yuuri got it on for the first time.

4) During the four continents after they first got together Viktor ended up doing the thing in he did in the anime where he tied Yuuri’s laces and kissed his skates while being there to support him. And at that point their public relationship was still only a few months old so while the reaction was mainly positive there were still some assholes who were salty about the whole thing including one trashy tabloid reporter who cornered Yuuri after his skate who was obviously a die-hard Viktor fan and didn’t like him or their relationship at all. And while Yuuri is usually quiet and shy and likes to keep as much about their relationship private as he can because he doesn’t want the world butting in, he also is absolutely savage when he wants to be and after going through so much to finally get together with Viktor he is not willing to take any shit from anyone. So the reporter was being really bitchy and asking questions like ‘don’t you think it’s a bit degrading to make Viktor Nikiforov get down on his knees for you?’ and Yuuri just really calmly said ‘not really, he likes it too much’, smiled and walked away. The video clip of it happening has several million views.

3) At one point Viktor and Yuuri were on the beach at Hasetsu and Viktor took a picture of Yuuri in his boxers (they had forgotten their swimming stuff but got too hot and went to cool off in the sea) and nothing else while laughing on the beach. And while 99.9% of the comments were all along the lines of ‘goddamn’, ‘please step on me’ and ‘Yuuri Katsuki with his shirt off is a gift to humanity’ there were a couple off assholes who were commenting on the stretch marks on Yuuri’s thighs. Because he was a naturally chubby kid with a lot of puppy fat and went from that to a lean athletic teenager in a very short space of time so he has them although they’re not that noticeable. And Viktor doesn’t usually care when people are rude to him online because there are always a few shitty people out there but it really pisses him off when someone insults Yuuri. So when someone tweeted him like ‘you’re really hot, why do you bother with someone with ugly stretch marks like Katsuki?’ he responds with ‘I love every part of my boyfriend including his marks. I especially like to kiss them every night when his thighs are wrapped round my head.’ which pretty much shut all the haters up there and then. Yuuri hit him with a pillow for it afterwards but he was secretly kind of pleased.

2) The day after one of the major competitions Yuuri was giving an interview and the interviewer asked ‘now that the competition is over has the tiredness set in yet and are you ready to go home or are you still riding high on the adrenaline from last night?’ and Chris, who happened to be walking past at that moment, was just like ‘well he was certainly riding something last night but it wasn’t the adrenaline.’ Yuuri’s expression after he said it became a popular reaction picture for when someone looks like they physically want to die of embarrassment.

1) The incident I mentioned in a previous ask where a tipsy Viktor ends up getting interviewed by a tabloid reporter when his tongue is looser than usual so when she asks ‘are you the top or the bottom in your relationship’ aka the question everyone else wanted to ask but was way too polite and respectful to, he just winked and said ‘why pick just one.’ And that was how the world found out that Viktor and Yuuri switch.

anonymous asked:

is dirk a canon horse furry?

You probably weren’t expecting an essay length answer to this question. So like let there be no doubt at all from this point onwards this is exactly the kind of content you can legitimately expect from this blog. This is who I am. I’m sorry.

Also, you’re welcome. 

Yes, Dirk is a furry. And his relationship to furries shows us a lot about his parallels and similarities to one Rose Lalonde. Who is also a furry.

Let’s get into this. 

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The Kiss (A dark and anti tale)

I know what you are asking and no. This is not a ship fic that the title may lead you to believe. In fact it is so much more than that.

This story tells the gripping tale of what happened 10 years ago… and the harrowing journey that led them to-

jk it’s a ship fic.

jk it’s actually just a fanfiction inspired by




(how do you like this coming to the surface guys? Don’t hate me senpais ily)

Enjoy. Or… like… don’t.

Dark stood idly, staring expectantly at his pupil and friend. “Does that all make sense?”

“It̶ ̷m̷a̵k̴e̵s̵.̷.̸.̴ ̸e̸n̸o̶u̸g̵h̴ ̶s̶e̸n̶s̵e̸.̸ ̸B̶u̶t̸ ̶w̸h̵y̷ ̸d̴o̸e̵s̶ ̸d̷i̸m̴e̵n̸s̶i̴o̴n̵a̵l̴ ̴t̷r̸a̶v̸e̶l̵ ̵h̷a̶v̶e̶ ̵s̶o̵ ̶m̶a̵n̴y̶ ̴r̷u̶l̶e̴s̴?̵” Anti sighed, pacing in front of his mentor. Anti’s voices began to echo what he had spoken. All in various tones and speeds, bouncing back and forth against the walls of the spacious room. Anti frowned deeply at the sounds of them, it was all very new for him- the voices. He would try to ignore them, but they were always with him… ever since Sean - his eyes burned brighter at the memory. Ever since Sean shut him out. Pushed him into darkness. Confinement. But that was before. That was when his name was Naes.

But now everything was different.

He was Anti, now. He would come back and repay what was owed. He would make his return to the world again, and every one of Sean’s little ‘subscribers’ would know his name.

Anti was oblivious that his lips had turned down into a nasty teeth clenched grimace. The voices turned to growls and barks, portraying how angry all of them really were over what had happened. They wanted vengeance too.

“Anti? What is the matter?”

Dark’s voice snapped Anti out of his silent seething, and Anti flinched. Dark was standing close to him, his red eyes watching him carefully. I̶t̷'̷s̴ ̶n̸o̴t̵h̶i̷n̶'̴ Anti dismissed.

Dark didn’t push him, he only intended to continue his lesson. “Did you hear anything that I said?” He said, eyes half lidded and narrowed in slight exasperation.

“N̷o̵p̷e̶.̸ ̸S̵o̷r̵r̷y̷.̴” Anti responded honestly, pushing his thoughts of resentment aside for the time being.

“I regress,” Dark began, wringing his fingers behind his back, “Inter-Dimensional travel can be very tricky, mistakes can happen. Simply put, the rules are there for a reason. Why, if there weren’t rules for a game, then it would no longer be a game…. Would it? There must be order. For all things. All beings. Especially ones such as you and I.” Dark paused for a moment, giving Anti time to take in the information he was given. Once he was satisfied with the engrossed expression on Anti’s face; he continued, “As Figments we possess the ability to travel through dimensions and other platforms in space. Which would never be as clean and organized as it is presently without what is known as the Council.”

“W̷h̶o̴'̷s̶ ̵i̸n̸ ̴t̶h̸e̸ ̸c̵o̷u̷n̵c̸i̴l̵ ̶a̸n̶y̴w̶a̶y̸s̸?̵” Anti asked thoughtfully, sticking out his bottom lip and fiddling with the black ear stretcher that was situated in his left lobe. He wished he could rip it off. It was a gift from Sean… It felt like forever ago when it had happened…

“Other unworldly beings who control what goes in and out of dimensions. And most importantly what enters the human world.” Dark answered, interrupting Anti’s thoughts once more. “They communicate by sending letters. I’m surprised you haven’t gotten your introductory letter yet. Or have you?”

Anti dimly recalled having an envelope plop down in front of him a few weeks back. At first he assumed it was from Sean, so he simply shrugged and threw it over his shoulder into a green flaming fire, “N̶o̷,̵ ̴I̵ ̵h̵a̴v̴e̵n̴'̷t̸ ̸g̷o̵t̶t̵e̴n̵ ̸o̴n̶e̷ ̸y̷e̶t̴.̵ ̶W̶e̵i̷r̵d̴.̶” Anti lied smoothly.

Dark sighed, “Very well. I will let them know to send one your way. In the meantime, shall we begin?”

“B̷e̶g̴i̶n̵ ̶w̸h̵a̷t̴,̵ ̶e̷x̴a̷c̴t̶l̷y̵?̴” Anti asked, tilting his head with a smile.

“Begin your teleportation lesson, of course.” Dark replied, shaking his head at his lack of common sense, he would have to teach him how to be intelligent too- but that was for another day.

“H̶e̴y̸!̴!̶!̸ ̴I̷ ̶k̵n̴o̸w̵ ̴h̴o̷w̸ ̸t̴o̵ ̷t̷e̶l̵e̵p̵o̷r̸t̶!̸ ̶” Anti barked defensively, crossing his arms now and glaring at him.

“Perhaps so, but practice can’t kill you. Nothing can actually. But you must remember that from today onwards I am your mentor and that what I say…“ Dark began to lean into where Anti’s face was. Anti straightened, his eyebrows furrowed at how close Dark was looming. “-Goes.” Dark finished.

Anti was so intimidated he quickly tore his eyes away from Dark’s, taking a step back, “F̸i̵-̸F̵i̶n̴e̸.̵.̶” He agreed.

Dark appeared a few feet from him again, smoothing down his black shirt as he walked away from him and continued explaining, “Very well, then. Rule one. It’s always important to focus whenever you are going to teleport.” Dark said. “If you let your mind wander too much…” He trailed off, wanting to give an example as his form shuddered and began to flicker back and forth from one place to the next. He breathes deeply, recovering from his example. “Not an enjoyable experience, quite stressful actually. And occasionally becomes air-bound. Rule number two, always remember to breathe. Even if us figments don’t need to, it always helps for concentration. It’s natural to take a deep breath before moving to your desired location.” He explained, and showed his case by intaking slowly. The movement lifted his shoulders up and he shut his eyes. The action was almost sensual as he closed his eyes, and vanished. Anti’s chest tightened at witnessing it, and he gnawed his inner cheek.

Then Dark appeared in front of Anti, who jumped in surprise. Anti broke into a grin, “N̵i̶c̸e̸ ̶o̸n̷e̶,̶ ̶D̷a̸r̶k̷y̴.̶ ̷Y̶o̴u̷ ̸g̵o̷t̴ ̴m̵e̵.̸” He admitted defeat, breaking into a dazzling wide-eyed grin.

Dark smirked in amusement, “Not my intention to ‘get you’. But why don’t you give it a try?”

Anti’s beam stretched wider, if it was possible. He nodded eagerly, “A̵l̶r̶i̶g̸h̸t̷”

“Try to take your time-” Dark tried to remind him…

But Anti was already wildly teleporting around the room, glitching from place to place in record-breaking time, poking Dark while he did so.

He poked Dark’s cheek and then teleported to the corner of the room.

He poked Dark’s back and then was out of reach once again.

Dark sighed, repressing a smile at how juvenile the green eyed figment was, “Yes…exactly like that.” He muttered sarcastically, yet found himself watching him with a tinge of delight.

“I’m doing it, Darky!” He shouted, flashing in front of him, and then to the side, and then behind him. Then Anti’s mind wandered back to the haunting example Dark had made.

That slow, gentle… patient inhalation of air. He recalled how Dark’s chest had lifted up with his diaphragm, the tee shirt he wore had tightened around his pectorals as he shut his eyes softly. Anti’s focus sputtered away as he pictured it, and he glitched out of reach; high up into the air, his face flushed. He was motionless for a moment as his body suspended in time and space, “O̶h̸ ̶s̶h̶i̸t̸.̷” He cursed and began to fall.

Dark promptly teleported under where he was, and held out his arms readily. Anti fell into them. Dark did not falter or stumble, he held him sternly; his eyebrows raised. Anti’s face had gone almost entirely red, and his eyes widened copiously. Dark was nonchalantly holding him bridal style without a care in the world.

“What did I tell you?” He murmured gently, his cool breath washing over Anti’s face while he spoke. “Never let your mind wander.”

“̴U̶-̵U̷m̵.̷.̵.̴ ̴O̷-̵o̷k̷.̴"̷ Anti whispered in reply, wondering why Dark was so close… wondering why he liked it.

“Does this make you uncomfortable?” Dark whispered, tightening the fingers that were holding up Anti’s legs. Anti didn’t respond, just as Dark expected. Dark bore his eyes into Anti’s and then he set him on his feet again. “Let’s move on, shall we?”

Anti teetered now that he was on stable ground, disoriented as a result of whatever just happened, “O̵.̷.̵.̸.̸.̸.̴.̷k̴a̵y̴”

Dark taught him next about the council rules, giving him a chance to write notes.

“Let me look at what you’ve written so far.” Dark said, holding out a hand for the notebook he had assigned to Anti.

“U̷-̷U̸h̵.̵.̴ ̸I̶-̸I̸'̴m̵ ̶n̸o̴t̵ ̴f̸i̶n̵i̶s̷h̵e̸d̵ ̷y̸e̵t̸.̴” Anti said, clutching it to his chest.

Dark’s hand did not waver, “Let me. LoOK.” He said through his teeth. “I won’t ask again.”

Anti rolled his eyes and relinquished the book, dropping it into Dark’s hand.

Dark turned it around and scanned it, “This is a crude drawing of you stabbing Jacksepticeye.” Dark stated in disbelief, holding up to analyze it further.

Anti pulled off a believable poker face, the voices breaking into hysterical laughter.

“Am I teaCHinG you in vAIn?” Dark questioned him, throwing the book to the ground and setting it aflame.

“A̷w̸ ̵t̷h̶a̶t̶ ̷t̸o̵o̸k̴ ̷m̶e̴ ̸a̶ ̵l̷o̵n̷g̷ ̸t̵i̴m̵e̴” Anti complained, falling to his knees and watching the book burn.

Dark stepped in front of him, his head tilted down to appraise him. “Frankly, I don’t give a damn.” He said, and grabbed Anti’s stubbled chin- tilting it up so Anti would look at him instead of the book. “When will you learn that I have no time for your shenanigans? You came here to learn. So learn.” He growled, and then released Anti’s chin.

Anti blushed again, and stood up so he wouldn’t be so short anymore. “F̶i̶n̶e̵.̴ ̷W̸h̶a̶t̷'̸s̶ ̸n̷e̸x̶t̸,̵ ̸t̶h̴e̷n̶?̶” He asked, sighing.

Dark commenced the final lesson of the day, he was growing weary of how uncooperative Anti was being. Dark also noticed each and every time that Anti became flustered over his flirting, how it caused him such discomfort.

“In the nature of figments such as us.. We must always remember to avoid our murderous urges to remain covert. If you’re going to work with me, you must avoid killing anyone who simply ‘bothers’ you. There are of course… exceptions to this.” Dark said, and a small chuckle bubbled up from his throat. “I’ll go into that later. But needless to say, it is imperitive that you contain it.”

Anti was studying his black nails, wanting to appear bored- it was kind of fun to annoy Dark. “S̷u̸r̸e̵.̷ ̶W̸h̷a̶t̴e̷v̶e̴r̴.̷”

Dark’s hand grabbed Anti’s wrist and shook it in the air, “You wouldn’t be saying ‘sure whatever’ when the council hUntS you down and chains you in your Void forever, nOw would you?” Dark’s voice was like the crack of a whip, making Anti wince.

“O̴k̵a̵y̵ ̶o̷k̸a̶y̴ ̴I̵ ̶g̴e̷t̸ ̷i̷t̸.̸” Anti sighed, pulling his hand away from his grip.

“I don’t think you do.” Dark disagreed. “No…” He shook his head eerily, his head downcast, face no longer visible as his shoulders shook. “…You like to play games. How do you feel about being played with?” Dark asked, looking up at him with pure black eyes. His face was mere inches away from Anti’s as he placed his hands on his unfocused pupil’s waist- pulling him in tight. Then Dark pressed his lips on his. Anti was blinking rapidly, momentarily paralyzed. When he realized that what was occurring was in fact reality, he let his eyes fall shut. Dark quickly tore away to gawk at him incredulously.

Anti had enjoyed it. Dark was so prepared to be rejected. The awkwardness of it all twisted him up inside. His plan had failed completely.

Anti however was hungry for more- his hands on Dark’s chest, clutching the black fabric there. He quickly leaned in for yet another kiss.

Dark was frigid as he watched him close in, felt their lips brush for the second time. Dark wasn’t having it, and he promptly seized Anti’s wrists. Then shoved Anti away by those wrists.

Anti threw his head back in a guffaw as he stumbled out of reach; his individual voices chattered amongst themselves in their own amazement, I̴ ̷c̸a̵n̷’̵t̵ ̶b̸e̶l̷i̸e̴v̷e̶ ̵y̶o̴u̶ ̴a̷c̵t̴u̵a̶l̸l̵y̶ k̶i̵s̷s̷e̴d̷ ̵m̴e̸.̸”̸ ̴

Dark expression changed to one of animosity, “I can’t believe you actually enjoyed it. I didn’t. I was just trying to prove a point!” Dark quickly said, stumbling over his words as if they were barriers in a losing race.

“S̷u̵r̸e̷ ̵y̸o̵u̴ ̸w̶e̵r̷e̵,̶ ̷d̴a̷r̶k̸y̶.̴” Anti stated, and made finger guns at him, his face still flushed despite having been rejected. Then Anti vanished, leaving Dark to his embarrassment.


Characters: Simon D x Reader
Prompt: “zero fucks given. next please.” 
A/N: I have been in this exact situation and thought it only funny that I share my painful story with you guys (mines wasn't a rapper tho lol)
Word Count: 1,423

This is it. The day you’ve been waiting for and thought it was never going to happen. Holding your breath, you rang the doorbell and waited patiently. Where were you? At AOMGS studio, Kiseok had invited you over so you could look at his work and give your opinions on it. The fact that he wanted you to hear it first before anyone else and let you into his personal space filled you with so much joy.

The door swung open to reveal the man himself; wearing a black pair of ripped jeans, white trainers, and a green baggy hoody. Damn, you thought to yourself. How does he always look so good? Even when you first met him outside of a party after he threw up from taking shots, you still thought he looked hot. It wasn’t the most romantic way to meet. Kiseok with vomit splashed on his jeans and leaning onto you as you struggled to balance yourself while wearing those ridiculously high heels. However, somehow the two of you managed to exchange numbers and you had been keeping in contact for a few weeks.

“Hey! You look cute,” he gently took your hand and led you into the studio. Already in the first few seconds of meeting each other your legs began to wobble. Why did he have this much of an affect on you?

“Thanks, its nice seeing you again.” Act cool, act cool, act cool, you chanted in your head. Its just the hottest boy you’ve ever been on a date with…I’m not cool.

“It’s nice seeing you too. If I knew you were going to look this good I would have invited you sooner.” Huh, two remarks on my appearance already? Was that good or does he just….nah. I’m probably just being prudish. Though he had been really bad at texting. Like so bad you had wondered if he had been in hospital or blocked your number. He went from texting all day to disappearing for a week, without giving you an explanation. Though you didn’t let that phase you because, well, it was him!

“Can I get you a drink?” His voice snapped you out of your Sherlock investigation and you perked up, nodding, “Some water would be nice. Its starting to get warm again.”

“Yeah, it is.” He went towards the mini fridge in the room as you sat down, “I would have picked you up but…” He was hesitated to finish his excuse as he handed you a drink. Cause? Wait, you shouldn’t just expect a guy to pick you up!  You’re an independent woman! You can get here by bus, train, or walking. Though with the heat the walking seemed to be the worst one that you had picked since you had to dab the sweat off your forehead before walking down his street.

“I…errr….you know how it is. Busy.” He nodded his head towards a pen and blank piece of paper on the table. It’s so busy that he’s written nothing? A pit was beginning to form in your stomach. Did he actually want to see you or was he bored and invited you over?

“Its fine!” You smiled enthusiastically. ” I enjoyed the walk.,”…you didn’t .

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, I’ll take you somewhere real nice soon. Now, let me get my laptop so you can hear what I’ve been working on.” He stood up from the sofa and went to the other room. Were you seeing red flags right now? Sighing, you took a sip of the cold water and leaned back into your seat. He wants to see you. He wouldn’t have invited you otherwise…right?

A loud vibration noise filled the room and you glanced at his phone. Huh….a picture of him and another girl flashed in front of your eyes. Oh. His arm was wrapped around her waist and her head resting against his chest. Your lips went dry as you forced your eyes away from it. What the fuck is that? A wave of shivers ran over your body and your eyes went towards the door as your brain screamed at you to run. That has to be a red flag?

“Found it! I’m sure Grey moves my stuff around to mess with me and-“ He noticed his phone, his eyes widening as his hand quickly reached out for it and slipped it into his back pocket.

“Can’t I get any peace?” he chuckled sitting down next to you, “even my sister is bothering me. She’s like my mum you know.” Sister? Your chest immediately deflated as you rolled your eyes. Of course! Why do you always jump to the worst conclusion? It’s his sister!

“Now, give this a listen and tell me what you think.” He pressed play and you looked at the lyrics he had pulled up on screen to help you follow along. You were surprised at much you liked it. It was different to his usual sound and if he decided to release this then it would definitely be a hit. However, you noticed that his face was facing yours the whole time and his eyes glued to you. Maybe he was keen to see your reaction.

“Is it good?” His voice throwing you off guard since the song had not finished.

“Yeah. I really like it since-“ your sentence was cut off as he crashed his lips against yours. Your hand went against his chest and quickly pushed him away. What in gods name was that?!  Our lips parted as you were struggling to breathe from being cut off as you stared at him with accusing eyes.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” His arm snaked around your shoulders and pushed you against his warm body, a confident smirk playing on his lips. “You’re pretty. Pretty girls deserve a handsome mans attention.”

“But…you wanted to play your music?” His other hand rested on your thigh, squeezing it slightly.

Kiseok chuckled as he shook his head slightly, “You’re not used to this aren’t you? I want to spend some time with you…away from preying eyes.” Does that mean his fans and people he knew?

“Hyung!” The door suddenly opened as Jay stumbled into the room with Loco and Gray behind him, sweaty and holding a basketball.

“There you are we-“ Loco paused as he glanced at you two being so close together. Kiseok quickly stood up, almost pushing you away as he shut his laptop and quickly greeted his friends. Why is he acting cold all of a sudden? 

“You didn’t tell us you were on a date here!” Gray laughed, grabbing a fresh bottle of water to cool his body down, “Sorry for interrupting” He smiled at you and bowed slightly.

“Its not a date!” Kiseok snapped, glaring at the trio of confused men. Not a data? Anger started to brew inside of you. Was he taking you for a fool? A little fuck buddy or toy he could mess around with as he pleased? No. You wanted a date. A proper date. You wanted him to be…nice. Not to be here on demand whenever he snapped his fingers.

“Its not?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“Its umm,” Kiseok started to sweat, looking a his friends and you. “No, its not. Because if it was a date I would have brought her somewhere a lot nicer than here.” Then why did you bring me here, then?

“Wow hyung! I spend a lot of money making this place nice, you weren’t complaining when you brought that other girl here.”

“Was it his sister by any chance?”

“Sister? Hyung doesn’t have a sister he has a – oh.” Jay quickly stopped talking as he had just caught onto his friends storyline. Great.  Your phone vibrated and you looked down, a message from another guy you had been speaking to. A ‘backup’ one if you will. You had actually blown him off for Kiseok…but I guess you’ll be free today now.

“That’s funny, I’m sure you told me that you had one.” Kiseok avoided your eyes as his cheeks flushed pink. Feeling embarrassed to being caught out so publicly.

“Well, I better get going.” You stood up grabbing your jacket and phone. Never again were you going to date cute rappers that you thought were going to be ‘The One’.

“Where are you going?” Kiseok asked hastily. Probably afraid that he wasn’t going to get any tonight. Smirking, you walked towards the door and said loudly.

“I’m going to meet my brother.”

A Hard Day’s Night

Pairing: Dean/Castiel

Prompt: Castiel, bothered by his friends because he never even kissed someone, decides he can’t handle the nagging anymore and does something he thought he’d never do.

Tags: student!cas, escort!dean, angst 

Words: 1116

A/N: Part one of a series if there’s interest, feedback is very much appreciated.  

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“This happened about two years ago to me, but it was pretty unsettling.

I’ll start by saying I used to have a shop in an over 100 year old building that was split up into three different storefronts. I had one shop, my best friend had another, and then the third was rented to another girl.

One day, I’m at the shop when the phone rings. A man is on the other line asking me for something or other and is being really spacey. I am trying to talk to him, but there are long pauses before his answers and he is just being a little odd. Finally, I ask him something and there is a long pause on the other end, long enough to make me ask, ‘Hello?’ because I think he has hung up on me. Instead he replies with, ‘Oh, I’m sorry. I’m just having a hard time focusing on our conversation because there is a spirit standing next to you that is yelling into the phone, trying to get my attention.’

At this point, I’m intrigued and decide to play along, so I say, ‘Oh really, what is he saying?’

The ‘psychic’ goes on to make a few broad comments about me and the space I’m in (all of which he could have easily found if he had looked on our website, so I’m not impressed), and says the man has been in the building since the early 1900s and is “infatuated” with me, has been following me for years, and frequently tags along with me to my house, my friends’ houses, and even places like the grocery store.

Okay, that’s interesting, but then it gets more-so.

He tells me the man is very jealous of the guy that I am dating, and doesn’t like him because we are so close. He then goes on to say that the spirit hurt the guy I am seeing when he was doing renovations on the building (which was 100% accurate, I put that story below*) and that he didn’t like that he was in his personal space changing it.

So, that was weird, but his next comment really bothered me.

The psychic says, ‘And he is very glad you broke up with that army dude. He really hated him.’ Now, this was weird to me because I had dated that guy about three years prior before and had been restationed right after we broke up and had never set foot in the building, nor had I seen him since we broke up. At the time of the phone call, I had only had my shop in the building for about six months, so I couldn’t figure out how this ‘spirit’ would know about him.

The guy told me some other stuff, most of which was pretty basic, and then I finally got him off the phone because he started getting weird, and I just wasn’t interested anymore. The whole conversation lasted about fifteen minutes, and I was thoroughly creeped by his couple of comments and couldn’t figure out how he knew so specifically the last two people I had dated (I should add that I don’t have any personal social media that someone can search for me for, so there wouldn’t have been any couples pictures up of me with either person I dated).

Then, it dawned on me. I had worked for about six months for my friend at her shop in the same building for some extra cash after I moved back to the city, which was about four years prior and in the time that I had dated/broken up with the army guy, which would also explain why the psychic said the spirit had been following me for years.

I no longer have the shop in that building, but still go in there every now and then to see my friend. We both agree that building has some bad vibes, especially at night, and there’s a couple more weird things that happened to me while I had the shop there.

TL;DR: Psychic guy calls my shop and begins to tell me all about the spirit who lives there and is in love with me and hates all the guys I date.

*So, before I opened the shop, the guy I was seeing at the time agreed to help me put ceiling lights up, which involved having to go into the attic. Now, the attic, like in any old building, was nasty, so I bought him one of those industrial dust suits to wear and a mask so he wouldn’t be breathing in asbestos and whatever else was up there. 

He’s up in the attic and I’m on the floor underneath, and we are communicating through this little hole that we are installing the light into, when I hear him yell, and then his voice gets really rushed and agitated, like he is irritated with me that I’m taking to long. So, finally, about ten minutes later, we get the light up and he comes barreling down the steps to the attic and flings the door shut. He looks really freaked out and begins ripping off the dust suit and pulls up his shirt. 

On his left side are three long claw marks/scratches, running the length of his side, one of which was bleeding. We look at the dust suit, no scratches through it, so he didn’t get caught on something, and the scratches were too widely spaced to have been a rodent’s, plus he hasn’t seen anything when he was up there.

According to him, he had felt weird up there to begin with, but the last light we were installing was all the way in the back corner of the attic, and he was lying on his stomach feeding me the chords down the little hole when he felt what felt like a whip go across his side.

TL;DR: Boyfriend gets scratched by unknown entity in attic, which psychic claims was the spirit in the building who is in love with me.”

By: Oliverrr36 (Creepypasta are great, but does anyone have any good true creepy stories?)


Your Most Beautiful Moment in Life pt.2: Prologue
(Non-idol!AU) It’s summer when you and Jungkook meet, and immediately decide that you didn’t like each other. It all begins by the hill where the prince reunites with the princess.

Prol. | [x]

You remember the day Saren arrived in your little town. It was on the very day the flame trees bloomed last year. She came to work at the hilltop orphanage despite the very little pay. She was good with the children and they loved her–she was petite, pretty, and polite, and they thought she was like a fairy-tale princess.

And you agreed. But rather than a princess who lived happily ever after in a castle, she was like one who escaped into the woods, cursed, hiding from dark demons from her past. She always seemed wary of anyone who came close to her, and her smiles never reached her eyes. Your friends, Hyuk and Hongbin, thought her standoffish, but you saw her simply as lonely and scared. There was only you, your mom, and your grandma at home, and more than enough space for a tiny young woman who needed the company. So, you took her in.

Slowly, her smiles grew brighter. Hyuk and Hongbin–especially Hongbin–grew fond of her. And then it seemed to you as if she had always been here in your little town and belonging to your family home.

Still, you sometimes wondered if some prince from faraway would come for the hilltop princess.

Today, when you ride your bike to to the hill, you see a prince-like man approach Saren under the flame trees. You form a heart with your hands and peer into it, framing the beautiful picture they make. “I guess he must be the prince.”

Feeling your neck prickle under scrutiny, you turn to find a young man staring unabashedly at you. He doesn’t even react when you catch him and continues to stare. You find yourself getting flushed from embarrassment instead, so you level him a challenging look and ask: “So what does that make you?”

A smirk plays upon his perfect Cupid bow lips and you feel your cheeks grow even hotter. Instead of answering your question, he snickers: “Him? A prince? You don’t seem to have very high standard for men in this town.”

You glare at him. Nobody talks shit about this town but me! “High enough to know that you’re a frog!” you retort.

Instead of getting angry or flustered as you hope, he only chuckles in amusement. You feel even more off-balance because of his unexpected response. “A frog prince then, since that prince charmless is my hyung.” The smile he gives you is more bunny-like than froggish, however. You find yourself holding your breath. “Jungkook.”

“Jungkook?” you echo. “Why are you calling me Jungkook? Do I look like a Jungkook to you?”

He shakes his head, laughing out loud. “That’s my name. Jungkook. What’s yours? You do have names in this town, don’t you?”

“Y/N!” you all but yell. “That’s my name. Got that?”

“Sounds normal enough,” he playfully concedes. He turns back to the couple on the hill before you can think of a comeback, and you follow his gaze.

You lift the trusty camera hanging from your neck and start snapping. They don’t seem to be talking. Jungkook’s older brother gazes at Saren with adoration. He looks prince-like enough… and yet the apprehension on her face belongs to a princess who’s cornered by a dragon, not meeting a prince.


“So why did you come to this backwater town?” you demand, to fill the silence than out of any real interest.

Jungkook points at the hilltop. “For my hyung. For her… my hyung’s princess.”

“I knew he was a prince,” you mutter under your breath. “But I guess not all siblings are alike.”

He gives you a sidelong glance. “Don’t frown so much. As soon as we convince noona to come home, we’re leaving.”

It’s your turn to laugh. “With Saren-unnie? Did you really think it would be that easy?”

Much to your satisfaction, uncertainty flashed in his eyes. “Huh?”

You grin wickedly. “I suggest you try to get comfortable in this little town, city boy. I think you’ll have to stick a while.”

As if on cue, Saren runs down the hill, her long hair fluttering behind her. She doesn’t bother to use the flight of steps leading from the orphanage to the dirt road by the hill, and almost slips. Jungkook opens his arms to catch her, but she barrels towards you, and you steady her by the shoulders before she can smack straight into your chest.

“Unnie, you okay?” you ask, less about her panicked run and more about the clamminess of her skin and the paleness of her face.

“Yes, Y/N,” she gives you a reassuring smile that doesn’t convince you. “Are you heading home now?”

“Yeah. I just came here to see if you have time to eat lunch at home. Mom made your favorite kimchi jjigae, though it’s really too hot for it.”

She smiles again, more genuine this time. “Let’s go then.”

“But–wait, noona…” Jungkook stammers.

“Kookie!” She claps her hands together and dips her head in a small, apologetic bow. “I’m so glad to see you again. I’m in a hurry right now but… we’ll talk soon, alright?” Without waiting for his response, she hurries to your bike; you’re barely able to sit and steady it before she climbs to stand behind it.

“Hold tight!” you exclaim, pushing off with one foot and pedaling down the path. Saren’s arms wrap around your waist. You look over your shoulder to see Jungkook gaping and blinking in your wake–he shakes himself out of it when his older brother stumbles down the hill to stand beside him.

“Did you tell her?” Jungkook asks.

“I didn’t get the chance,” his older brother replies softly.

Then you’re too far away to hear anything more. You glance at Saren, who’s staring straight ahead, her eyes wide and anxious. “Unnie, what did that guy want?”

“Nothing,” the tell-tale high pitch of her voice giving away the lie. “He just wanted to say hi.”

“Old friends?”

“One friend. And one… former schoolmate.”

“I see.” You pedal faster as excitement bubbles in your heart. A bit of guilt stabs at you–Saren clearly has a plenty of misgivings about the new arrivals–but just a bit. “It looks like something interesting is going to happen in this town for once.”

A/N: Saren is pt.1′s Y/N, so this Y/N is someone completely new.

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“I accidentally called you my girlfriend/boyfriend today.” Stiles/Derek

Stiles lets himself into Derek’s apartment, calling out a hello as he dumps Derek’s mail on the side. It’s not an unusual habit, Stiles spotting Derek’s scant bills and correspondence in his mailbox and grabbing it for him on the way up. What is unusual is Derek not rolling his eyes when Stiles comes through the door with his post. He likes to complain that he might have something private in there and that Stiles is too nosy for his own good. Stiles always taps his nose, says it’s too cute to be an annoyance, and Derek rolls his eyes again, turns away with a fond smile.

Stiles likes putting that smile there, likes seeing Derek happy, revelling in something as easy and light as gentle bickering. To some people it might seem like nothing, to Stiles and Derek it’s a damn miracle. After everything they’ve been through, survived, to come out the other side and still have some sort of lightness inside of them; Stiles is endlessly grateful. He’s glad to be alive, glad that Derek is, too. He likes getting into the semantics of whether or not having a cute nose gets him a free pass when it comes to rummaging through Derek’s mailbox. Besides, it’s not like he ever reads it; Derek doesn’t get anything particularly interesting. That’s not the point, it’s just a habit, now. The same way Derek always reminds Stiles to take a sweater with them if they’re headed out, or Stiles picks up Hershey’s kisses at the store because he knows Derek likes them, but won’t buy them himself on pain of death.

Not, that he’s using that phrase literally. 

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“Mum says we’re extra.”  

Liam looks up and turns around to face Zayn who’s sat the kitchen table looking at his phone.

He snorts.

“She only learned what extra was when Safaa told her what it meant when everyone kept saying that on your pictures.”

“When did anyone ever say I was extra in my pictures?”  Zayn practically squeaks as he speaks.

“Maybe the time you had your baps out and squeezed ‘em together to make it look like you had pecs.”

As quick as a flash Zayn picks up an apple from the fruit bowl and throws it at Liam who only just manages to duck in time. 

“I’ve got proper good pecs, as you well know,” he pauses for a moment before he carries on, “And anyway Payno, I’m not the one who spent half an hour before he sent that pic to Adam wondering which angle looked best.”

“The angle without you flicking  V’s to distract me and coming up behind me blowing  on my neck is the answer there Zed.”

Zayn nods, and stands up, crossing the short distance to Liam, who opens his feet a bit further outwards, altering  his stance a little bit to let Zayn into the space,  to let him crowd into him a little bit.

“Still don’t see why you had to lock me out of the room though,” he pouts and then reaches his hand up to the beanie, pulling it off to reveal the hair that’s shorter now, ready for the heat and sunshine of LA, ready for the next chapter of their story. 

He smoothes his palm and then his fingertips of his other hand over Liam’s head, the hair that’s still there, and Liam’s eyes shut, and he leans into the touch, and Zayn can’t help the way his own heart lifts at it, the way they’re so comfortable, the way Liam’s always been like this. 

It doesn’t stop him teasing of course.

“Is this Liam Payne with his mask off then, rough, tough, spitting rhymes Liam Payne who takes no prisoners?”

Liam holds up a finger, the middle one, but he doesn’t shift away from Zayn’s touch, then his lips curve upwards at the corners and he’s smirking, and uh-oh.

“Listen, in some shit magazine Nic was reading when I was at theirs last week, there was an article about ‘ get you a man who does both’ and well, voila.”

Liam splays his hands out and then  gestures up and down his own body ending with a finger on his lips in mock innocence. 

Zayn shakes his head, and  gently swipes at Liam’s.

“They probably meant cooking  and cleaning, babe.” 

He turns away then, but a hand pulls him back, and there’s a voice in his ear.

“Oh no, they definitely didn’t mean that.” 

The breath that was warm on his ear, is then warm on his neck as its peppered with kisses and Zayn’s like Liam just before, like a content kitten or puppy except kittens or puppies probably don’t have the type of thoughts or reactions body wise like Zayn has now.

And he’s about to shift so that he can kiss Liam himself when without warning the touch is gone and Liam’s away from him and the other side of the kitchen. 

Zayn lets out a frustrated groan.

“What the fuck Li?”  He’s not even bothered that he’s practically whining. 

“Yeah, that first article I read definitely didn’t say cooking  and cleaning, but then I read mum’s magazines and well, let’s just say washing up was number 1.”

Liam turns round and starts to laugh as soon as he sees Zayn’s face.

“You see babe, that expression, that’s the one I can never quite master.”

“That’s cause it’s the, I’m so done with Liam Payne but fuck it, I’m in love with the little shit and tease, so I’m stuck with him expression, many have attempted it, few, well me and Paddy basically are the only ones who’ve mastered it.”

Zayn can tell Liam’s smiling even as he turns away and places a dish in the rack to dry. 

“Hard life you, now come over here and help me wash up, and who knows I may even let you wash and I’ll dry.”

“Whatever happened to the  get you a man who does both.” complains Zayn though he still walks over to where he stands next to Liam, picking up the tea towel and a plate an half-heartedly drying it.

They could bicker like this all day, but instead Liam flicks a soap sud in Zayn’s direction and dissolves into  giggles interspersed with hiccups as he’s almost bent over double now with amusement and barely manages to get out the words.

“The fairy liquid goes so well with your green hair though babe.” And then he’s off again laughing. 

This is Liam with his mask off.  

And Zayn wouldn’t have it any other way, as he leans forward, mutters. “You asked for it” then grabs the sponge, dunks it into the washing up bowl and  squeezes it over Liam’s head.

His mum’s right, they are extra.  And that’s okay. 

Nathan Prescott x Fem!Reader ~ Colors

Originally posted by chronosphere-child

The smoke lingers in the air only for a short moment before the wind blows the grey cloud away. Absently you wipe away the ash, which is falling on your knee from the cigarette that dangles dangerously between your lips.

A loud noise brings you back into the reality. One of the new kids probably lost a bet and had to activate the fire alarm. It happens quite often.  

The burning end of your cigarette lights once more as you inhale the smoke. You are not even thinking about leaving your favorite spot. The stairs in front of the back door of the school is a lonely place. Not even Samuel comes back here very often. It’s your time to be alone for a bit… until yet.

The door gets pushed open roughly. You are not fast enough to make space for the hurried visitor. The person bumps into you. “Hey!”, you exclaim extremely pissed, but your next words get stuck in your throat.  

Just a few inches away lies a gun on the stairs. A real weapon on the campus. Without a word the boy picks up the gun to shove it back into the safety of his red jacket. Clear blue eyes meet your [E/C] ones. You notice no color in them. Not a sign that these orbs are actually alive. Not a single feeling in them except for pure panic. Just dead blue eyes.

Neither of you says a word, but both of you know you saw the gun. “Want to take a puff?”, you break the ice cold silence, while you hold out your cigarette for the boy to grab. Nathan clenches his hands even tighter into fists. His knuckles are completely white by now.

“Cat got your tongue? … Or is the infamous Nathan Prescott afraid of smoking?”, a slight smirk appears on your lips matching to your mocking tone. “I don’t even know you!”, his mind is still racing, which results in being unable to form more than a single stupid sentence.

Your challenging pose triggers his arrogance. Nathan takes the cigarette with his free hand. Like you a few moments ago he releases a cold grey cloud. The two of you stare at each other through the smoky air, which makes the situation a bit mysterious. You are still waiting for a warning or his usual “I will sue you”-line, but after his first puff he seems more relaxed.

At least that’s what his dead blue eyes tell you. “That’s not a cigarette”, Nathan states after another moment. You give him a slight shrug, “I never said it’s one.” He doesn’t make attempts to give you back your Mary Jane.  

“You know you are chilled more fun, Prescott”, you are ready to continue with your probably shitty day. Nate grabs your arm to stop you from walking away, “If you say a word about what you saw I …” Bored you roll your eyes and interrupt him, “You’ll sue me and my family. Get yourself a few new lines, Prescott.” Matching to your sarcasm you take back your “cigarette”. It finds its old spot between your lips as you make your way back to your dorm.  

Of course you can feel his blue eyes on you. It’s probably the first time someone spoke back to him like you just did. To be honest you never saw such lifeless eyes. Somehow you want to fill them with colors and emotions. Even if you are not sure Nathan makes it to the day he gets twenty years old with this dangerous lifestyle of his. Such a shame for those beautiful but dead blue eyes…

Nathan grabs the strap of his camera tighter. Since three people saw him with a gun his mind is racing nonstop. He almost feels the pressure on his shoulders. It’s like a weight that drags him down into the darkness.

Suddenly Nathan stops mid-step as something or better said someone catches his full attention. You are lying on the grass with your own camera in your hands. The light shines on your [H/C] hair in a certain way that lures him in. Nate never payed attention to colors and light in pictures, but right now he feels inspired. There is a need to freeze time with help of a photo. Not his usual black white ones. A picture that lives because of the colors.

Without noticing Nathan comes closer until you notice his presence. “Prescott”, you greet him still focused on your camera. “[L/N]”, he responses in the same tone. Not even a bit surprised you raise your head to see what he wants. The sunlight blinds you for a second so you shield your eyes with your hands to get a better look at him.

It might be the light but he seems more alive for a second. “You did your research. Good but not necessary. I didn’t say a word to anyone about your… toy”, you get back to your work taking more pictures. For a brief moment anger washes over Nathan. Why does his reputation keep haunting him? He is way more than this … at least he was once more than his reputation, but that’s a long time ago.

Insecure Nate wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans. His head doesn’t work the way it used to do. Not a single word comes over his lips. “You are still here, Prescott…”, you comment his stand by modus amused. Only one glimpse at his face tells you to keep your sarcasm low.

Nathan, who rules the whole Blackwell Academy and half of Arcadia Bay, stands in front of you like a lost puppy. And that’s pretty close to how he feels.  

“Make yourself comfortable. Take a puff. You know, chilled more fun”, you give him your Mary Jane, while you release a last grey cloud of smoke. Uncertain about his decision Nate sits down an arm length away from you. “I don’t bite, Prescott”, he places his camera between you and him to reduce the distance. It’s just a little move and still he feels a bit closer to you.

Neither of you disturbs the beautiful silence with lame small talk. The sounds of the nature mixed with the clicks of your camera is exactly what he needs right now. Nothing bothers him. Not even a single bad thought tortures him. His reputation stays away. His family stays away. Everything is perfect even if it’s just a beautiful illusion for a few moments.

Like you two have done this before you hold out your hand towards him and Nate gives you back the Mary Jane. Out of the corner of his eyes he watches your movements closely. The cigarette dangles between your lips. The smoke that dances around your face in a perfect way. There is nothing you do differently and still your grey cloud of smoke seems more alive than his whole body.

“So, Marijuana”, Nate states before he could hold himself back. “Yup, keeps my sick mind sane. Sometimes I feel like an overflowing sink, but with drugs I’m just a colorful sunrise”, you explain as you lay aside your camera. It’s an unusual explanation, but Nate understands every word you say. Your Marijuana reminds him of his blue pills he takes sometimes to turn off his mind.

Adrenaline rushes through his veins by now. All the time he wished for someone who understands what he is going through. A person who looks behind his reputation and his bad poker face. Excited Nathan points at your camera, “I saw a few of your pictures. They are not bad.” And as soon as his self-esteem got pushed it’s beaten down again.

You literally can see how Nathan realizes what he said a second ago. There is this pure panic in his eyes again. At least you know what he tried to say, “Well, thank you. Yours are not bad either… Just a bit colorless. Don’t get me wrong. I love black and white pictures, but the world is already grey enough. The most people can’t see the colors around them anymore.”  

Nathan’s relieved next words get stuck in his throat as snow starts to fall. “Oh my god! Is that really happening?”, you hold out your hand to catch one of the snowflakes. It’s still pretty warm so why is it snowing? “Let’s take a selfie together to prove what we just saw!”, you exclaim excited like a child, while you grab your camera.  

You press your shoulder against his to get both of you onto one picture. Nathan isn’t even near to being ready for a selfie. Your energy and spontaneous way overwhelms him a bit … but in a good way. The picture shows you smiling and Nate being confused.  

“Wow, handsome”, you tease him smirking, which makes him blush for a brief moment. “You know; you are not even close to the things people say about you. The most people just don’t you know yet. Hell, you are quite nice … for a Prescott”, you say honestly as you take more pictures of the snowfall.

Nathan’s heart skips a beat just to continue to beat as twice as fast than before. He always was a book with a big unbreakable lock, but you are tearing through his pages and his ink without trouble and fear of what you might find between the lines. You don’t care about the things he has done or the status of his family. A day ago you saw him with an effing gun and still say he’s quite nice. How is that even possible?

Nate opens his mouth to reply also something hopefully nice as someone calls his name. Victoria waves her arm to tell him they have places to be. And the sad reality caught him again in its darkness. A quiet sigh comes over his lips, while he turns his head to face you once more.  

In the meantime, you got your bag and make your way towards the girl dorms. Against your sake you throw a last glance over your shoulder just to find Nathan already looking at you. The lifeless cloud lures him in so you give him your best smile.  

“Stay strong, Prescott.” It won’t be easy to bring him back on track, but he is worth the try…

“You are hanging out with [Y/N]?”, Victoria states the obvious surprised. “Yeah, got a problem with that?”, Nathan replies not as rough as he wished for. “Actually yes”, another voice behind them joins the conversation without their permission.  

David Madson crosses his arms as the two students turn around to face the security guard. “I don’t care about your opinion”, Nate is still high on the colors you spread in your near. Everything inside of him screams for inner peace and silence.  

“Oh, you will, boy. You are not going to lay a single finger on [Y/N]. She is a lovely girl with the power to do great things in her future, while your presence is just like poison. Killing everything nice in a person. You are toxic and not good for her”, David states fuming. You remind him of Chloe and he will do everything it costs to keep you safe from people like Nathan.

Victoria looks at said boy waiting for him to defend himself. There is nothing. It scares Nate how true David’s words are. He only is going to dull your sparkle and wash away your colors. “You are crazy, old man. Let’s go, Nate”, Victoria just drags him with her towards the halls of Blackwell. “I will keep an eye on you, Prescott”, David yells after them.

His words keep playing in Nathan’s head over and over again. They ignite his doubts and those bad thoughts to torture him again. “What’s wrong with you? Are you scared of this wannabe security guard? Your father will sue him and his whole family until there is nothing left of them!”  

Nathan doesn’t even listen to Victoria anymore. He needs to stay away from you, but how will he manage that?

Matching to the grey sky a few raindrops fall to the ground. The whole scenery is just as depressing as the fact that Kate tries to take her life. “No! Kate!”, you exclaim on the brink of tears. Your heart clenches painfully at the sight of your long-term friend.

She stands on the edge of the rooftop of the Prescott Dormitory. Her arms stretched out ready to jump into the emptiness. Fear paralyzes you completely. Not a single fiber of your body moves to safe Kate from her destiny.  

“Do a backflip!”, one of the students yell through the thick tension you can almost grab with your hands. It snaps you out of your helplessness. Tears run down your cheeks as you hit Victoria’s cellphone out of her hand. The anger wells in you like a volcano. “Are you fucking delirious? That’s a brand new…”, she starts to rant about your action.

“Are you even human?! There is a girl wanting to taker her life because of all of you!”, no one can feel the pain in your chest. Neither the fear to lose someone you are really close to. It tears Nathan apart to see you like this.

A crying mess and still perfect in every way fighting for the things you believe in. Victoria keeps arguing about her phone, while your eyes are glued to the rooftop. There is still hope for a miracle. No one got your back. No one keeps you company as you go through hell right now.

Nathan gives himself a mentally push to stand by your side. That’s his fault. All of this chaos came alive through his hands. Kate attempting a suicide. You crying your eyes out. David was right all along. His presence is like poison. His touch is toxic. It kills everything around him. He is no good. Especially for you…

Nathan takes your hand softly in his to let you know you are not alone. Everyone can see what he just did, but he doesn’t care anymore. Even Victoria stops her hate parade. You give his surprisingly warm hand a slight squeeze. It’s more than a lame “I appreciate that”. You don’t want to admit it, but you need him right here, right now.

Little do you know he needs you as much as you need him. You keep the bad thoughts and his doubts away. Nathan really tried to avoid you, but something keeps pulling him towards you over and over again. He’s like a moth drawn to the flame. You two smoked now and then together the last few days. It’s not really hanging out together, but he wished it would be more than that.

You snap Nate out of his thoughts as you let go of his hand. Relieved but still crying you bury your face in his shirt. Max talked Kate out of taking her life. It doesn’t matter it wasn’t you, her best and probably only friend. Kate’s alive … for now.

Nathan wraps you up tightly in his arms. “It’s okay. It’s over”, he isn’t the best at comforting, but at least he tries. And suddenly Nate is the colorful one of you two. The optimist hanging onto life. “Prescott! Into my office”, Principle Wells disturbs your little moment. Nathan’s blue eyes meet your concerned [E/C] ones.  

“You are in trouble, right?”, you can see it clearly in them. His doubts, his panic, his bad conscious. He releases you to follow Well’s order, “I’m never in trouble.” Oh, he is. And now you are pulled apart at the seams. Do you want your old life, which is Kate coming down from the roof, or your new life, which is Nathan who transformed from the villain to your shining knight in armor.

Your heart is torn so badly. Kate said all along he isn’t good for you. But what are you supposed to do?!

Sighing you inhale the smoke like your life depends on it and somehow it does right now. You let fill up your lungs with the grey cloud, while your mind gets knocked out by the drug. You are not allowed to smoke in the dorms, but who cares?  

A light knock catches you off guard. For a second you hope it’s Kate even if a part of you know it can’t be your friend. She is in a hospital hopefully getting better so she can leave soon. As you make your way towards the door you give the still white canvas a kick. Of course your creativity and inspiration leave you on your own when you need them most to distract your sick mind. That’s it. Your own personal chaos.  

“Prescott”, you exclaim surprised. “Hey… uh… I just wanted to check on you”, he gives you a slight smile you have never seen before on him. You can tell it’s honest. Nathan cares about you probably more he wants to admit.  

“Okay, I guess. Thanks for asking”, you step aside so he can come in. Nate accepts your offer and looks around taking in every little detail that tells him more about you. “Are you in trouble?”, you won’t beat around the bushes anymore. You want answers. Now. Nathan shrugs as he steps over the canvas that still lies untouched on the floor. “Tell me the truth”, you grab his hand to get his full attention, “I can see it in your eyes.”

Nathan escapes your grip roughly, “Do not analyze me! … Please.” He starts yelling, but ends up whispering the last word in a plead. An ice cold silence appears for a few moments. You pushed him to the limit what the people around him always do. It shows you how close to the edge he is.

“Is Kate … alright?”, he tries desperately to keep going the conversation. Nathan wants to make sure he didn’t destroy everything between you two. “Uh… I don’t know. She didn’t want to see me, but she is alive. That matters, right?”, you can’t fool him with your faked smile. Nathan already can tell the difference between them. Both of you know Kate rejected you because of him.  

The pure sadness in your eyes kills him inside. That’s more torturing than his doubts screaming at him in his head in this moment.  

You are no good for her. You are poison. You kill everything around you. Your touch is toxic. You will drag her with you into the darkness. You know that…

Nathan wraps you up in his arms as a single tear escapes your eye. You cling onto him for your dear life. To hold you in his arms feels so wrong and right at the same time. These unknown feelings you trigger in his chest are addictive. He doesn’t want to live without them anymore and still…

You lied. You lied all of your life and you dragging an innocent person with you. You will go down with your mask of lies. First suspended, then jail and death will be your last station. You can’t hide this side of yours forever. [Y/N] will find it and leave you because you are truly a monster.

“Nathan?”, you snap him out of his pretty dark thoughts again. The way your [E/C] eyes look into his soul makes him feel vulnerable. It’s almost like you can see into his soul. To your surprise he leans forwards to press a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry”, Nate means every word. “There is no need to apologize”, you reply slightly smiling. Oh, there is. You just don’t know it yet.

Nathan presses his lips into a thin line as you turn around to get your cigarette from the ashtray. It’s for sure he can’t go on like this forever. One day he is going to explode and spill every single secret he keeps. But for now he just wants to enjoy the time you two have left.

“I haven’t eaten in a while. Want to go the Two Wales Diner?”, you suggest wanting to get out of the dormitory for a bit. Your room seems like a prison cell showing every single memory you want to forget right now. “Yes… Uh… Here”, Nate puts his red jacket over your shoulders. You mumble a shy “Thank you” as he takes your hand in his like it always belonged there.

A few of the students stop for a second and stare at you two walking through the hallways holding hands. Nathan isn’t really the person of showing his feelings openly, but with you it’s different. He wants you to be part of his life and he wants everyone to know that. Your presence by his side pushes his self-esteem so extremely. Nate never felt that perfectly fine before without taking his meds.  

“What a beautiful sight! Mrs. [L/N] and Mr. Prescott together”, both of you stop immediately. Of course you recognize the voice of your teacher Mr. Jefferson. Nathan’s whole body stiffens and he gives your hand almost a painfully squeeze.  

“I need to speak with you, Mr. Prescott. Your last work was … not what I expected of you”, Jefferson doesn’t wait for an answer and walks a few steps away. There is an unspoken order Nathan should follow him. “Go to your dorm and stay in there”, he avoids to look into your eyes. You would see sheer panic in them. You don’t question his plead because of his shaking voice. Something is up and he doesn’t want to involve you.

Without looking back over his shoulder Nathan catches up to Mr. Jefferson. His happiness turned into a cold fist of panic clenching his heart together in its iron grip. “So, [Y/N]. I never thought of her to be our next guest in the Dark Room”, Mark takes his glasses of to clean them.  

“No! Please!”, Nate exclaims a bit too loud for Jefferson’s taste. The boy can feel how he traps himself in the net of his teacher. “Oh, you like her. That’s surprising me now”, Mark enjoys the fear in his widened blue eyes. Another mistake on Nathan’s list. “The Vortex Club plans a party. I want to see both of you there. You know the routine”, Jefferson orders without a trace of mercy and usually he gets what he want.  

“Have a good day, Nathan”, Mr. Jefferson leaves pleased with the outcome of this conversation. Nate feels how his mind completely shuts down as he realizes what he has done to you. He made the only person that genuinely cares for him to Mark’s prey. You are in serious danger.

That’s your fault. You are no good for her.

Tears start to pool in his eyes as he runs his fingers through his hair. No matter how he hard he thinks there is only one way to keep you safe. It’s going to rip him apart. It will turn his heart to stone, but it needs to be done.

“I’m sorry”, a single tear runs over his cheek.

It costs all your courage to raise your shaking arm. The light knock on the door keeps repeating in your head. There is an uneasy feeling in your stomach. Panic? Maybe. You haven’t heard from Nathan for hours since he sent you back to your dorm. And by now your heart tries to break through your ribcage to be free for the first time.

After an eternity Nate opens the door finally to reveal the mess he has become. His room is completely dark. All the blinds are closed, while the air is smoky. “[Y/N] …”, there is so much desire in his tired voice, but his once more dead blue eyes say something different. His mind is made up, but his body declines his decision. Now he wages a fight behind his mask.

“Is… everything okay? I was waiting for you and … I’m concerned. No, that’s not true. I’m scared”, you stumble over your own words. Nathan almost takes a step forward to wrap you up in his arms, but only releases a loud sigh.  

“Okay, there is something I need to tell you. I was only playing with you. Hayden and me had a bet running. I couldn’t know you would fall for me and clinging on me like your life depends on it. I have a reputation to keep so could you just stay away from me? It’s like one of your stupid colorful pictures. I was red. You are blue. Together we are purple. And know what? I hate fucking purple”, every word he says rips your heart slowly apart. Piece by piece.  

Against your sake tears escape your eyes. You don’t want to cry in front of him like a lovesick fool, but your body betrays you. “Nathan”, between the rushed breaths you manage to say his name hoping to change his mind. “Don’t make a scene now, [L/N]”, you can’t see how he clenches his hands into fists. Oh, how lovely it would be to punch himself right now.

“Nathan”, you try your luck again not knowing how close you are to tearing through his walls. “Leave. It’s better for you”, with that Nate closes the door. The wood isn’t thick enough so he can hear you crying for a few moments. That’s probably the most heartbreaking sound he has ever heard.  

Nathan rests his forehead against the cold door. Why can’t he do one single thing in his life right? With you he had everything and now he is on his own again. His only partner by his side is his bad conscious. He hurt himself with hurting you so badly.

“Nathan? You forgot your jacket on the ground”, Hayden knocks for a moment, but gives up easily as Nate doesn’t answer. You left it behind like he did it with you. He doesn’t want to get his jacket back, which has your scent on it probably. Suddenly all his walls break and Nathan curls up in a ball on the floor to cry his eyes out.  

Behind the blinds occurs the eclipse telling about the danger that comes towards Arcadia Bay.

“I’m so ready for the End of the World Party tonight. I can’t even decide what I should wear”, Victoria exclaims excited as she texts someone else at the same time. Nathan only nods his head hoping it would be enough answer for her. It’s no secret how heartbroken he is. The last few days he just hid himself in his room.

He is tired of keeping up his mask of lies. The sadness he bears in his heart drags him down. Even farther he ever was before. “Come on, Nate. You are no fun at all”, Vic notices his lack of attention. He wants to reply something as his mind shuts completely down.

There you are chasing down a blue butterfly with your camera in your hands. A slight smile appears on his lips taking in every move you make. He notices that you are not as colorful as usual. A cloud of sadness floats around you. It’s clearly to see you are heartbroken too.

“Can you believe it? [Y/N] almost begged that she can come to the Vortex party without being a member. So pathetic”, Victoria rolls her eyes confidently. Nathan’s smile fades away immediately, “What?! When?!” He grabs Vic’s arm desperate for the information.

“Chill down, Nate. She asked me yesterday, but I said no. Who does [Y/N] think she is?”, she replies escaping his iron grip. “But you are in, right?” The world around him starts to spin. His mind races and is blank at the same time. You are still in danger even if he stays away from you. Jefferson took a liking in you. He will do everything it takes to get what he wants.

“[Y/N] is not allowed on this party, okay? Tell everyone so she really has no chance to come. I don’t want to see her there”, panic rushes through his veins. Finally, Victoria lays her phone aside to look at him, “I know you two had something for a very short time – just to mention, but isn’t that a bit too dramatic? … Oh man, she really broke your heart.”

Nathan gets up from his spot on one of the picnic tables to pace around like a wild animal. “No, I fucked up this time. It’s my fault.” Vic furrows her eyebrows confused. He never admitted one of his mistakes so why now?  

“You are acting really weird, Nathan”, she says, but doesn’t get a reaction from him. “I need to sort a few things out. I’m back for the party”, Nathan runs towards his car without a goodbye. Victoria crosses her arms fuming he cares more about you than for her. She is still his best friend after the two went through together.  

“Hey, [L/N]! Still want to go to the Vortex party?”

“God, I’m so sorry”, Nathan whispers to himself, while running his fingers through his hair nonstop. He tried everything he can think of to keep Jefferson away from you. He begged, offered money from his parents, threaten to go to the police. Nothing worked.  

“Everybody hates me. Everybody … even [Y/N]”, he made a lot of mistakes but pushing you away was the worst of them. Somehow Nate always managed to keep his broken world up, but now it’s crashing into thousand tiny pieces, which are burying him underneath them.  

You are worthless. Are you finally accepting it? Took you long enough, Prescott.  

“Shut up! Shut up! … I know, don’t rub salt in my wounds. My life is hell”, Nathan tries to block out the voices in his head, but they keep screaming at him. This will never end. He is a prisoner of his own mind. The other guests of the Diner don’t even pay attention to the broken boy. Exactly like his whole life was.  

“She is better off without me”, is he trying to convince himself or the voices in his head? Nate closes his eyes wishing himself far away from his problems. “Nathan! You are out of your mind again!”, Victoria snaps him out of his thoughts as she sits down on the other side of the table. “The party is in half an hour. You have to be fit for that!”  

For a second he stares at her with his blue eyes, “For getting high I don’t need to be fit. Could you leave me alone?” He buries his face in his hands. “But the Vortex Club got a special guest! You don’t want to have a tripping mind in front of [Y/N]?”

Nathan lowers his hands in slow motion to look at Victoria, “What did you just say?” Maybe his mind plays a prank on him. Maybe all of this is just a super twisted dream. “You are going to clear things out with [Y/N]. Maybe after one or two drinks”, Vic explains her plan to bring you two back together. It’s not her intention to see Nate or you happy.  

“No! She is not coming! I told you!”, anger washes over him as he slams his fist on the table. Victoria isn’t frightened of him anymore when he does this. “Calm down. She probably is not going to show up anyway. That little brat had a nice conversation with Mr. Jefferson. He is worried about her and then they took a walk together”, Nate can see the jealousy in Vic’s eyes. Little does she know what monster Jefferson is. A monster on its hunt.

Without a further word Nathan runs out of the Diner directly towards his car. He plants himself behind the steering wheel as he searches through his pockets for his phone. Just in case he got your number if something like this happens.

A mixture of panic, adrenaline and energy rushes through his veins. It keeps his hands from shaking too much. “[Y/N] here. I can’t answer right now. Leave a message or try it again later. Thanks!” Mumbling a ton of curse words Nate throws his phone on the passengers seat.  

The car’s engine comes a live with a roar. Not caring about the traffic rules Nathan drives like a maniac back to the Blackwell Academy. A lot of students make their way towards the swimming hall where the party is located. He snaps his phone in case you call back before he gets out of his car to look for you. “Nate! The party started already!”, Taylor informs him smiling.  

What if Jefferson got her already?!

Nathan pushes himself to run as fast as possible to the hall. His heart stops for a second. How is he supposed to find you in the chaos of the party?! It’s too full of people and too dark to recognize a single familiar face in a rushed manner.

Nate boxes his way through the crowd as someone puts his hand on his shoulder. “Nathan! Good you are here!”, Hayden yells over the loud music. “Have you seen [Y/N]?!”, his panic grows every second he doesn’t know if you are safe. The already high boy shakes his head.  

On the limit he runs his fingers through his hair. Maybe someone else saw you. But the most people are way too wasted to recognize even their own parents. Suddenly a light beam shows Jefferson in the crowd of celebrating teenagers.  

Nathan knows he’s after him since he declined to drug you for the Dark Room. But as long he is on the party you are still out of his reach. Now it’s a game on time. Who finds you first?

Nate turns back to run to the Prescott Dormitory. You might be there safe in your room, where Jefferson never can’t get you. He’s angry at himself for putting you in such great danger. Breathless he sprints over the campus. Nathan pushes open the doors to the dormitory just to see Max, Chloe and Warren coming directly towards him.

There is not time to deal with them. With his head down Nate tries to get past them. Since he beat Warren up on the parking lot, the boy craves his revenge. “Care to explain, Nathan?”, Max holds out something. “I got no time for that yet”, he replies already caring on with his plan, “Wait! Where you in my room?!”

Before Nathan can take a step closer, Warren headbutts him roughly. Nate tries to grab his gun to scare them way. Unfortunately, Warren is faster than him and kicks the gun out of his hand. “You like hurting people, huh? Like Max! Like Kate! Like me! Like [Y/N]!”, Warren kicks and beats Nathan nonstop.  

“Stop! Please!”, he doesn’t beg for him. Nate thinks he deserves the pain for all the mistakes he has done, but your time is running out. Your life on the edge of danger and it lies in his hands to safe you from Jefferson.  

“No!”, the voice sounds familiar, but through the curtain of pain he can’t connect it to a face. The beating stops finally. A hand strokes his bruised cheek softly as he opens his eyes slowly. “Nathan”, you wipe the blood from his nose away with the sleeve of your shirt, “Oh my god! Are you alright?”

A single tear drops from your eye on his cheek, while he takes your hand in his. “Yes, now is everything alright”, relief washes over him that you are safe … for a while at least. “Come on, we are going to take care of your face. That must hurt”, with your help Nathan gets up from the ground. The pain hits him hard, but it’s not priority yet.  

Nate leans against the wall to take in how much you still care for him even after what he did to you. “We have no time for this. There is so much I have to tell you, but first of all… I love you, [Y/N]. I truly love you and I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I will explain you everything  when we get away from here. It’s not safe. I know you probably hate me, but do you trust me?”, his thumb strokes your knuckles softly.  

Without hesitating you wrap him up in your arms, “I never could hate you, Nathan. I love and trust you, but you have to tell me what’s going on.” Before he can say a word, the doors of the Prescott Dormitory gets pushed open once again.  

“We had a plan, Prescott”, Jefferson shakes his head disappointed. Nate takes your hand in his to drag you along the hallway. “Nathan! You know, you can’t run. I will find you!”, Mark yells after you two preparing his syringe. He will hunt both of you down if it’s necessary.

“Keep running no matter what happens!”, of course you are confused, but you trust him without a doubt. You remember the way you two run. It’s the way directly to the back door of Blackwell. He pushes you firstly out of the door, while he throws a glance over his shoulder. No trace of Jefferson yet, but he won’t give up easily.  

Now you drag Nathan with you towards the parking lot, where both of your cars wait. “There is no way out of this!”, Mark appears out of nowhere and is already too close for your taste. You close the door of your old truck right in time. Jefferson hits his fist against the glass of your window as you start the engine with shaking hands.  

And with that you two are out of his reach. Your heart keeps beating hard against your ribcage. You don’t know where you are driving as long as it far away from Mark Jefferson. Breathlessly Nathan puts his hand on yours. In what fucking chaos you just rushed into?

“We can’t go back, right? So where are we going?”, you break the uncomfortable silence, but your eyes are glued to the street. “A motel for now, I guess. Then we will think about our next steps. I … I have to warn Max. She was onto me and Jefferson. She is probably in danger”, Nate takes out his phone.

“Max, it’s Nathan. I just want to say I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt Kate or Rachel or … I didn’t want to hurt anybody … Everybody used me! Mr. Jefferson was coming for me. I hope all of this shit is over soon…. Watch out, Max. He wants to hurt you next so hurry… Sorry, I’m so sorry”, Nathan tears up between his confession and still you feel the same for him.

You give his hand a slight squeeze to show him he hasn’t to go through this on his own. The rest of the drive you two sit in silence trying to process this hell of a day. You don’t stop at the first motel in the case Jefferson is still hunting the two of you.  

The rain cools down your racing mind as you get out of your old truck. “Do we have even money to pay for a room?”, Nathan grabs your hand softly. It’s like he needs to make sure you are not going to leave him. “I’ve got a credit card. Don’t worry”, he gets out his wallet, while you two make your way towards the motel.  

“Oh, what brings two young people like you out here?”, the old granny behind the check in wants to know. She doesn’t wear glasses so you guess she can’t see Nate’s beaten up face clearly.  

Nathan puts his credit card on the table, “One room… please.” She furrows her eyebrows due to her unanswered question. “We are on a road trip”, you lie to hide the fact you two are on the run and go from your past.

“Oh, in Arcadia Bay is a terrible storm right now. Good, you are here now”, the granny searches for the key for your room. Nathan and you exchange a quick glance. “Have a good night, sweeties!” You follow Nate closely to fall into his arms after you closed the door behind you. Suddenly your mind realizes what the last few hours happened and what consequences are waiting.

“Okay, I want the truth. I don’t care how terrible it is. I want to hear every detail, Nathan”, you mumble into his shirt close to cry your eyes out. He sits down on the big bed and pats the place next to him. “It’s a long story…”

He tells you the whole story of how this chaos started. He spills all of his secrets. All of his mistakes. All of the trouble he caused. He lines up every flaw of his. He can be honest for the first time in forever.

“I fucked everything up what I can fuck up. I’m a monster. I’m sorry, [Y/N]”, for a monster he apologizes a lot. You run your fingers through his hair, while his tears wet your jeans. Nathan is curled up as a ball on your lap tearing up now and then during his story.  

“Nathan, you are ripped at the edges like a lot of people, but you are still a masterpiece. For me you are perfect and not even close to a monster”, you comfort him. Nate sits up to face you properly with his red and puffy eyes, “But you can’t forgive me, right? I can understand. I also hate myself like the rest of the world does.”

You take his face in your hands softly so you wouldn’t hurt him, “I forgive you, but you have to forgive yourself. Yes, I hate what you have done, but I could never hate you. You would have needed more support.” With your thumb you wipe a single tear from his cheek.

Nathan closes the gap between you two to press his lips on yours. A whole firework of emotions gets triggered in your chest as you start to kiss him back. He leans his forehead against yours after you two break apart. “Why didn’t I find you earlier? Everything could have been different…”

Without a word you pull him with you to lie down on the bed. It was a hell of a day and both of you deserve some sleep. Nate buries his face in the crook of your neck, while his arm is draped over your waist to keep you as close as possible. The fear of losing you will never leave him alone. The white ceiling stares back at you as you draw circles on Nathan’s arm. It takes a long time for him to relax and then to fall asleep finally. It’s over for now. You allow yourself to close your eyes.

Sad Ending

You open your eyes as you release a grey cloud of smoke. Absently you wipe away the ash, which is falling on your knee from the cigarette that dangles dangerously between your lips.  

A loud noise bring you back into the reality. It sounded just like a gun shot, but you are not quite sure. Could also be firecrackers in the bathroom once again. Nathan Prescott is famous for this old and really annoying prank.  

Beautiful silence wraps you up in its calmness, while your thoughts dance around in your head. The Marijuana keeps the bad ones low. Time seems to stop for a while as the sun starts to hide itself behind the trees.  

Suddenly your buzzing phone snaps you out of your daydream. A bit pissed that you got disturbed once again you answer the phone without looking who calls you. “[Y/N], reporting for duty”, is the first thing that comes to your bedazzled mind from the Marijuana. “[Y/N]! Didn’t you hear the sirens?! Come to the front door!”, Kate exclaims without a greeting.

Sighing you make your way to the said spot in front of the Blackwell Academy. The burning end of your cigarette lights once more as you take a deep inhale of smoke. A crowd formed in front of the doors, which surprised you a bit. What did you miss?

“Nathan shot someone in the girls bathroom”, you hear the teenagers whisper around you as you push your way towards Kate. “I knew something like that would happen one day.” - “He’s a bad one.” - “Now his father can’t help him anymore.” - “Poor little rich kid getting what he deserves.”

The mumbling dies down immediately when the doors get pushed open. Two police officer form a path in the crowd for the third officer who escorts a handcuffed Nathan Prescott. On the top of the stairs stands Principle Wells observing the scene with a sad expression on his face.  

Kate takes your hand in hers as she hides her face in your shoulder. She seems relieved that he got arrested. The bullying is going to stop now probably. Softly you rub circles on her back to comfort her and let her know she isn’t alone.  

Nathan’s head hangs low and his shoulders slump forward. It’s like the weight of the entire earth is lying on them. He probably needs also some comfort like Kate, but no one is going to do that. Nate is on his own once again.

He raises his head only for a few seconds. Your [E/C] eyes meet his clear blue but dead ones. There is no trace that these orbs are actually alive. No color. No feelings. Apparently Nate accepted his fate already. He surrendered to the demons around him. Everything inside of him died.

Your orbs are alive and full of color. But that’s not what hypnotizes Nathan. He can see sympathy in them. No disgust, no arrogance, no amusement. Honest and true sympathy for him. Nate could get lost in them, but he will never get a chance.  

In a crowd of people who hate him, he finds you. Way too late.

The officer pushes his forward so he walks a bit faster to the police car. All the people who pointed their fingers at Kate for this terrible video of her, are now doing the same thing with him. You don’t know a lot of his backstory, but he doesn’t deserve this. Being pushed by others destroys a person piece by piece. It’s a terrible slow death.

You feel bad for him even after all the thing he has done. Nathan will never know colors.

He will die with those dead blue eyes…

“Happy” Ending

A few soft kisses wake you up from your almost comatose and dreamless sleep. “I know you are awake”, Nathan comments your attempts to get five more minutes of sleep amused. In surrender you open your eyes to see him looking down at you, while a slight smirk rests on his lips. His alive and colorful blue eyes are beautiful compared to his dead ones when you two met.  

You two have nothing left except for the clothes you are wearing and his father’s credit card, whish isn’t unlimited. There is no place you have to be. No plan to follow. Nathan is completely free for the first time in his life. To be with a person who loves him unconditionally is all what he needed to feel alive again.  

“You… You are beautiful”, Nate presses a kiss onto your forehead matching to his lovely words. You notice how close you two are. He held you tight through the entire night. Maybe he was afraid to wake up without you by his side like this is just a beautiful but limited dream.

“Sweeties! I made breakfast”, the old granny informs you through the still closed door. Nate gets up from the bed you two share mumbling something about taming his hair. You roll over to lie on his warm side. Your whole life got turned over, but you couldn’t be happier right now.  

“Wow, handsome”, you compliment his wet brown hair that clings onto his forehead. How did both of you get so lucky? Nathan leans down to capture your lips into a kiss full of desire. “You are dripping”, you push him softly away from you, “I don’t need a shower yet.”

Smiling he grabs your hand in his hand to pull you out of the bed. You get his hint and follow his wish. “I’m starving. I hope the old granny can cook”, Nate pulls you as close as possible towards him. “Let’s find out”, you literally can feel his excitement of his new life. What will bring you the new day?

“Sweeties! I’m so happy you two are here. The storm in Arcadia Bay was terrible. It destroyed half of the town and even killed a few people”, the granny greets you as she puts two plates with scrambled eggs down on an empty table.

“Thanks”, you mumble suddenly not so happy anymore. People died. Maybe friends of you and you weren’t there. Your hometown destroyed. You should call your parents, but what are you going to say to them? You run away with a murderer and don’t plan to come back?!  

“We need to think of a plan”, you place your hand on Nathan’s to get his full attention. “Do we? Can’t we just drive until we have enough?”, he replies stuffing the eggs into his mouth. For a second you think about his suggestion. “I were never outside of Arcadia Bay”, you just never had time or money to travel.

“Then let this be our plan … if you want”, Nathan loves his new freedom, but he loves you more so he would give it up for you. If it’s your wish to go back, Nate will follow you without a doubt. And you know that, but it’s actually not what your heart desires.

“Okay, we are going on an adventure”, you agree enjoying his rare smile. “Slept well, sweeties?”, granny joins the conversation with two cups of coffer right in time. “Have never slept better in my life”, you admit. Nate raises just a thumbs up, because he’s busy eating.

That’s your new life. He is your new life. The clearly broken Nathan Joshua Prescott with the former dead blue eyes.  

“I truly love you, [Y/N].”  


A/N: lmao i wrote something bc school has started and im inactive af and i dont want to lose my audience enjoy. also idk what to title this it’s so ??? drabblish 

Summary: dan sees a picture of phil he had no intention of seeing and it ruins his life in a positive way. also punk/pastel trope bc im dead inside. this isn’t meant to be a true testimony to my writing capabilities in case you realize how sloppy it is 

Words:  1722

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title: yesterday’s just a memory, tomorrow is never what it’s supposed to be

rating: t

word count: 2k1

summary: It’s not every day someone you know gets kicked in the head and forgets a couple of years of their life or modern AU amnesia fic.

a/n: I was checking my dash the other day and @hurricanedancer​ reblogged  this amazing post and mentioned in the tags wanting a fic. I was already planning to write something for Cassian Andor Appreciation Week (Favourite Relationship(s)) and this inspired me so I combined both. No such thing as too many RebelCaptain fics, right? Anyway hope you enjoy it :)

(I wrote the fic, but Bob Dylan wrote the title.)

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Spiritassassin Week 2017, Prompt 4: Bodyswap/role reversal

Chirrut is, quite possibly, the best assassin anyone has seen, and it is not just because he is fast, not just because his strikes are always sure–he never misses, the other mercenaries whisper when they think that he cannot hear them, which is ridiculous because he hears everything, knows everything–but because he can move from one thing to another quickly, can smile and laugh fast like lightning right after pulling the trigger of his lightbow, right after striking with the strange staff he carries with the retractable dagger in its tip. Nothing ever seems to make him linger, nothing ever seems to make him stick, pulling him into the mud and the mire and the muck of their work. It always seems to just roll right off him. If it makes a mark, if it presses something like regret onto the lovely set of his shoulders, he never shows it, hides it carefully away under his quips and the never-ending prattling, in his talk about the Force.

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Personal Stylist

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3,066 (because I don’t know how to control myself)

Warnings: Language, FLUFF, teeeeeensy bit of angst (like, if you squint)

Plot/Prompt: Bucky’s settling into the tower well enough, but his hair has become a little unruly.  The reader offers to help him cut it and realizes a little too late how close this will put her to the man she loves.

A/N: (I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO WRITE SUMMARIES???)  This is just something that popped into my head other day and I had to explore it. I had to include the gif at the end too, I mean just LOOK at it. Please let me know what y’all think, I’d love some feedback!  and If you’d like to be tagged in any of my future fics, let me know!

This doesn’t have a Beta, so if you see any typos or mistakes, feel free to let me know! (but be kind, please :)

Originally posted by marvel-dirtbag

For weeks now, the tower had been all abuzz with talk of how Bucky was beginning to settle in.  He had gotten his own quarters in the tower, had settled into a workout regimen every morning at 5 am sharp, he had unpacked completely and hell he even had his own cabinet in the kitchen full of mugs and food that was off limits to anyone else.

But there were many ways that he was having trouble settling in as well. Movie nights could be particularly trying, too many people piled into one room. He would come sometimes, bless him, despite his discomfort but most nights ended up with him high-tailing it out of there when it became too much. Working out in the gym could be particularly trying as well. Some days he could get through his whole routine without any problems. Others, his heart would beat just a little too fast and send his arm into panic mode. The last time that had happened, he had stormed back to his room after snapping a barbell in half.  He would never admit that it was only when you were there that he found it so damn hard to focus.

He was warm enough with mostly everyone, obviously being the closest to Steve, but even with his best friend, he could be closed off when the pain was bad enough. Bucky and Sam seemed to get on well enough, Sam being the one who spoke the most in the relationship.  He would crack jokes and pester the ever living shit out of his new friend, but you could occasionally catch the brunette smiling under his long locks.  Natasha mostly kept her distance, afraid that this early on in his recovery that she would only make things worse with the memories of how they knew each other in another life.  Clint, of course, stayed by her side so he wasn’t around him much either. It seemed that Bucky liked you well enough, neither going out of his way to being overly kind or overly antagonistic towards you.  He was just there, sometimes seeming like he wanted to blend into the background.  And, god help you, all you wanted was to hold him and tell him everything would be ok and that you cared.

The only presence that was anything close to unwelcome for the man out of time was Tony Stark.

After their encounter in Siberia and the discovery of the Starks’ true fate, their friendship was nothing short of strained.  They each stayed in their own lane so to speak, and didn’t go out of their way to cause any trouble for the other - but you could tell the tension was there.  Hell, how could you not?  The air all but changed when the two were in a room together and almost it made you want to get out as fast as you could.


Something else that had become very apparent to you in the several weeks since he moved in, was that you were hopelessly infatuated with James Buchanan Barnes.  Everything about him had bewitched you and you were completely and utterly helpless when Bucky was involved.  You were enamored with the way he walked, with the interesting way he spoke - a unique blend of modern and 40’s lingo.  You found it beyond endearing how a man of his stature could seem so powerful in one moment, then completely puppy like the next, and how your heart would skip a beat when his signature boyish smirk would grace his beautiful features.  You were at his mercy, and you wanted to be by him at all times.

But that just wasn’t realistic.

Steve was Bucky’s safety net, not you.  All you could do was offer a helping hand and wait off to the side, giving the object of your affection all the space he needed to heal.  And heal he did!  Aside from a few select incidents - being the movie nights and gym accidents - Bucky had made remarkable progress.

There was one subject, however, that seemed to particularly get under Bucky’s skin.

“So when are you going to cut that mane of yours?”  You didn’t bother looking up as you rolled your eyes at Tony’s question, knowing he damn well knew this was not something to just shove in Bucky’s face.

Sure, Bucky’s hair had grown a little unruly - well, ok more than a little - but it was an incredibly sensitive subject for him.  Some days he couldn’t even bring himself to brush it, let alone cut it.  It had grown so long that it reached beyond his collar bones and could now be tied into a full-fledged ponytail.  It was obvious that his hair was a great source of stress for him, that you could tell from the split ends and the knots.  When the memories of Hydra reared their ugly head, Bucky’s hand immediately shot up to pull at his impossibly long locks before yanking painfully.  He would tear at the offending locks as if the disheveled mop reminded him too much of the weapon he had become rather than the man he had been before. Casting your eyes to the man in question, you found him across from you, his jaw clenched and mug gripped tightly in his right hand.

“Tony, seriously?”  Steve snapped from where he sat beside his best friend.

“What?  It’s an honest question.”

“I like it long,”  Bucky mumbled into his coffee, not bothering to look at the pestering genius.  Even you could tell that wasn’t the whole truth.  Tony didn’t seem satisfied with his answer.

“You know, I could set you up with my stylist.  She does a magnificent job, can even trim up your scruff for you too.  And she isn’t bad on the eyes, either, soldier.”  You would be lying if you said your jaw didn’t clench at Tony’s bait, your fingers damn near breaking your glass.

“No.  I don’t want any high profile stylist messing with my hair.”  You could almost hear the I don’t want the attention that was no doubt on the tip of his tongue as he glared at Stark.

“I could take you to my barber, Buck.  He only uses shears and a straight razor.  And his shop is straight out of old Brooklyn.  It’s just like the shops we used to go to, sometimes I feel like I’m back hom-back in the 40’s again.”  Steve offered with a smile.  Bucky relaxed visibly at the offer, but not enough.

“Look, man, I appreciate it but…This isn’t the forties anymore,”  He sighed as he ran his metal fingers through his greasy locks, the joints snagging some of the knots making him hiss.  “Besides, I…I don’t want to hurt anyone.”


Oh, this poor, beautiful soul.  You had noticed how he tensed at the mention of a straight blade, but you hadn’t realized why.  Even when talking about his own comfort - he didn’t want to take that chance that he could put anyone in danger.

And just when you thought his heart couldn’t get any more beautiful.

“I could do it.”  Had you said that aloud?

“What?”  And just like that, you were looking at three confused pairs of eyes.

“I, uh, I could help.  I’ve cut hair before.  Used to do my mom’s and sister’s hair all the time.  You wouldn’t even have to leave the tower.”  God Y/N, shut up!  He obviously doesn’t want to be bothered, just stop -

“Could you really?”  Two endless blue eyes stared back at you, a small smile lighting up that handsome face that made your heart shutter so.

“Yeah, if you want.”  You were merely rewarded with a nod and a smile that reached all the way to his eyes.  A smile that made him look 5 years younger. A smile that made his eyes crinkle in that way that you had only seen from the pictures Steve had shown you of a Bucky so long ago.

“Last time I try being nice.” Tony sniffled as he left the room in a huff, earning chuckles from the three of you that remained.

By the time you had gathered everything to do Bucky’s hair, you were shaking. What the hell had you gotten yourself into? All you wanted to do was help the man you loved but now all you could think of was how close you would be to him.

You had sent him to shower and wash his hair, giving you time to grab everything you needed and to calm your nerves.  Plus, you knew that if you had to wash Bucky’s hair before cutting it you would’ve passed out.  Cutting his hair was one thing, but washing it - could you be trusted to do something so intimate with him without imploding?

Was it just you, or was he taking forever?  Had he changed his mind?  Maybe he had run off to Tony’s stylist, the promise of eye candy worth of a Stark more enticing than your measly offer?  Maybe he would never talk to you again!

A sudden loud knock echoed through the room, breaking you from your thoughts. Steeling yourself for what was to come, you made your way over to the door. And there he was. Bucky Barnes, filling out your entire doorway with his shy eyes cast down at his feet, and in his hands….was a box from your favorite pizza place.

“I uh…I thought I would bring…uh, heh. It’s your favorite.”  He stuttered as he stepped in, shoving the pizza into your hands before rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck.  You had no idea he even knew your favorite restaurant, let alone your favorite pizza.  But he had gotten it right!  Right down to the most obscure toppings!

“Not that I don’t appreciate it, but what-”

“It’s my way of saying thanks.” He interrupted, fingers tugging at his outrageously long locks.

“You really don’t have to do that.” You offered with a smile as you set the box down on your coffee table.

“Well, neither do you.” He damn near whispered as you lead him over to the stool you had swiped from the kitchen. “I could always just -”

“Go see Steve’s barber? Or Tony’s girl?” You chuckled, ignoring the jealousy that crept its way into your heart. “This isn’t about anyone else, Buck. It’s whatever you’re comfortable with. And if that means having a friend cut your hair, then I’m more than happy to fit the bill.”

You were gifted with a warm smile as you gently tugged at Bucky’s shirt, encouraging him to remove it lest the hair get caught all in it.  Silently, he pulled it over his head and - oh sweet lord that was a lot of man.  You tried not to stare, you really did.  But, how could you not when all that skin was on display for you?!  If it weren’t for the sobering thought that this was, in fact, your friend, your friend in need no less, you never would’ve taken your eyes off of him.

“So how short do you want it?” You asked quietly as you turned your attention to running your fingers through his wet locks. You were so caught up in the feeling that you missed the way he sighed and leaned into your touch.  Without a word, Bucky raised his hand to gesture to his chin, indicating his desired length. You nodded as you reached for your shears, putting a gentle hand on his right shoulder. “Are you sure you don’t want it any shorter? You know, you don’t want to go back to the hair you had before?”

“Honestly Y/N, that Bucky is gone.  I don’t want to keep pretending to be him, especially with what it would do to Steve.  Besides…I’ve gotten used to longer hair.”  He gave a sad smile as he ran his thick fingers through his hair, leaning back when you advanced.


You could hear him gulp at your question and almost stopped out of fright. Was this ok? Was he having second thoughts? But then he gave a weak smile and a quiet chuckle.

“Please, make me look somewhat human again.” He joked, deep blue eyes finding yours.

“You’ve got it, Buck.”

It was deathly silent as you made the first cut, the snip echoing loud and clear. Bucky immediately tensed under your hand as he watched the hair flutter down to land on his knees.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, just…I can’t remember that last time I had a haircut.” He mumbled as he stared at the hair laying in his lap.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Please don’t.”

The silence pursued as you cut away, trimming off the dead ends and ridding Bucky of about three inches. As you finished, you abandoned your scissors off to the side before handing him a hand mirror and doing your best to fluff his hair. Little remnants of snipped hair fell from his locks as it settled into place with the help of your fingers and you could see Bucky’s face lift in the mirror.  You were incredibly proud of your work as you examined him, his once semi-matted hair laying calmly, falling just so around his face.  The split ends were gone, and the clean cut gave a new life to Bucky’s hair, and it even lightened your brooding soldier a bit.  And when a blinding smile erupted onto his face, you fell in love all over again.

“Do you like it?” You pressed as you walked out in front of him. Your rambling persisted as you continued to pluck at his new do, shifting it so it would lay correctly on his head. “I think it looks good, not too short, but I don’t know. I hope it’s ok, I -”

Your words died in your throat as two strong arms circled your waist and pulled you into a tight hug.  You were sure Bucky could hear your heart beating wildly in your chest as his head pressed to your stomach, but if he could he didn’t seem to care.

“Thank you.”  He whispered, and if you didn’t know any better you could swear you heard tears in his voice.  You couldn’t find the words to respond, so you settled for wrapping your arms around him as well as he tugged you closer.  It was only when your legs gave out and you were forced to straddle Bucky’s lap that he pulled his head from you to look into your eyes.  “Really, thank you.  You have no idea what this means to me.”

Bucky couldn’t remember the last time anyone had touched his hair in a way that wasn’t meant to overpower him.  Countless fists had knotted in his hair before, yanking with a terrible force as The Winter Soldier would be driven to his knees or strapped into some damn machine.  But your fingers…your fingers had carded through his soft hair in a way that he couldn’t recall ever feeling.  You had brushed the knots from his wet hair as you revered the beauty of it, getting lost in the sheen and the way it had framed his face.  It hadn’t escaped him how you hummed as his locks drug between your fingers and it had sent full chills all the way up his spine.  

Now he had you here, legs on either side of his lap, your arms lazily draped over his shoulders as his hands loosely clasped at your hips.  And when he looked up into your eyes with his own deep gaze, everything within him shattered.  With blinding speed, he shot forward, his own fingers lacing in your hair as his chapped lips pressed against yours.  An excited squeal forced its way past your lips as you rocked with the shock of the kiss, not hesitating even a moment to melt into him.  Immediately, your fingers sought out his hair, your nails scraping gently against his scalp.  The sensation shook Bucky to his very core, and when he sighed against your lips, you deepened the kiss.  Strong hands tightened around your hips and tugged you ever closer as you kissed each other until your lungs stung.

When you pulled away from each other, the first thing you noticed was how swollen Bucky’s lips were from kissing you.  Absentmindedly, you drew your lip between your teeth.  The soldier below you groaned at the sight before resting his forehead against yours.

“Man, I should’ve asked you to cut my hair ages ago.”  He huffed out, a small smirk painted across his perfect lips.  Your giggle caught you off guard as you swatted his left shoulder before laying your head against Bucky’s chest.

“And to think, you could’ve seen Tony’s girl instead.”

“Let Stark keep her.  I’ve got my own girl.”  He winked before dropping another kiss to you forehead and pulling you into another tight embrace.  It was that moment that you realized Bucky was still covered in hair, and incredibly, incredibly shirtless.

“Um, Buck?  You’re kind of covered in hair.”  Glancing down, the soldier pulled away just enough to get a good look at himself.

“Well then, how about I take another shower, then we can see about joining the others for movie night?”  Your heart nearly soared at the question and you resituated yourself so that you could really look at him.

“Bucky, are you sure?  You don’t have to, not if it makes you uncomfortable.”  You leveled as you placed your hand against his chest.  Well, that was a sensation you wouldn’t mind getting used to.

“And miss out on spending more time with you?  Y/N, you seriously underestimate how intoxicating you are.”

That night, Bucky made it farther through movie night than ever before.  He managed to make it through almost the whole movie, only needed to duck out 30 minutes before the end of the movie, but tonight was different.  Tonight, he had you.  And when you both returned to your room, you had a movie night of your own with popcorn, cuddles, and the pizza Bucky had gifted you.  One that ended in you drifting off in Bucky’s arms with his fingers running gently through your hair, and for the first time in a very long time, James Buchanan Barnes felt safe.  He felt like he was home.

Originally posted by imsebastianstans


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So whilst surfing Tumblr, I came across this little gem. Of course I find any theory regarding Pokemon to be interesting, but this one stuck out to me mainly because Necrozma has a severe case of Zygarde-ism (third legendary with BST lower than cover legendaries). This got me thinking… What if there’s more to Necrozma than we thought? Spoilers down below.

Picture belongs to possessedscholar.

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Summary: It’s not as if Dan doesn’t want to go to the parties that he’s obligated to go to as a university student. It’s awkward and uncomfortable, and Dan knows that him and parties should not mix. That is, until he isn’t alone, and he meets a solemn writer named Phil.

Words: 9,076

Warnings: alcohol, drugs, depression, mentions of death (briefly, twice), sexual jokes


Author’s Note: I’m really proud of this omG

He’s been waiting for his food for a minute when he sees him.

Someone just put this new house song on, so Dan doesn’t hear the microwave beep; the shrill noise pulsates to the sound of Katy Perry mixed into a bassline and Dan’s brain is clogged by the sound of it. It seems to fit, actually - he might write to Skrillex asking for “Roar” to be accompanied by the sound of a refrigerator door opening. And then he’s laughing because he’s supposed to be the only one that isn’t drunk.

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How to say I love you {Jimin}

Originally posted by koreanidolblog

Genre: Fluff

Your name: submit What is this?

He hated himself.

He hated himself because of you.

Why you ask?

Because he loves you.

There’s nothing bad about this at all but the is, is that you’re his best-friend. Never in his life did he ever think he’d fall for you but look at him now. More shy than ever and feel like he can’t even be near you. The smallest touch from that never bothered him now always made him freeze. Whenever you smiled he blushed and whenever he is just around you it always feels so right.

He’s got it bad if he had to say so himself.

There is never a day that you don’t cross his mind. Sometimes he feels like he’s going crazy.

He knows he loves you but he doesn’t want to admit it. But anyone could see right through him. Anyone but you that is. “Jimin!”

His head perks up from the sound if his name and was met with namjoon towering over him. “H-hyung?” a smirk grew upon namjoon’s face, “you’ve been staring at that wall for so long now, what’s going through that head of yours.” Jimin rolled his eyes already knowing where this was headed. “Nothing you’d care about I promise you that”, ever since the word of him liking you had gotten out, thanks to jungkook, the boys have teased him non-stop. “You sure?” “Yes”, jimin blushed. Namjoon chuckled and ruffled his black hair, “ah, it’s alright to think about the one you love chimchim.” Jimin only blushed more and grumbled a few words as he pushed away his  hyung’s hand away from his hair. “I wasn’t thinking about her.”

“Sure you weren’t and speaking of y/n, isn’t she coming over today?” They both looked over at hoseok, who was leaned onto the door frame of his room, with their brows raised.

“No, why do you ask?” he didn’t remember inviting you over. Well not that he had to anyway. “Tae said something about her coming here later.” Taehyung popped up and smiled as jimin glared at him.“I’m only trying to help you jiminie”, “help me, how?” Taehyung  parted his lips to speak but there was a sudden ring of a bell. “Well she’s here early.” 

Jimin’s eyes had widened already starting to freak out.

He heard your voice as you welcomed taehyung and his heart raced faster and faster as he heard you coming closer. The second your eyes met with his you lunged toward him bringing him into a tight hug. “Hi jimin!” You smiled excitedly as you hugged him. He already had his arms around you as instinct and cracked a shy smile. The others stood behind the two of you smiling and silently teasing him. Hoseok even took a picture. 

You parted from your best friend still smiling. You were always happy with him and loved him dearly. More than you should actually. “Welp, we’re just gonna…head out, see you two later!” Namjoon waved then grabbed hoseok’s and taehyung’s hands then dragged them out. Shutting the door behind them as the dashed away.

“Where are they going?”

“Beats me.”

Outside of his room taehyung and hoseok stood confused by namjoon wondering why he took them along. “Hyung what was that all about?” “Well you know it’s super obvious that jimin likes y/n”, “loves” taehyung corrected. “Right, anyway I know that she likes him to but there not gonna straight out tell each-other, and knowing jimin, he probably won’t even make the first move.” Hoseok laughed already teasing jimin and mocking  his shy gestures. “So what are we gonna do?”

“What are you guys doing?” They all turned and faced yoongi. “We were-” He cut off hoseok, “wait, does this concern me in anyway?” they shook their heads, “Then I don’t care.” Yoongi went on into the kitchen leaving the others to chat among them selves. 

“Maybe we could lock them in the room from the outside!” taehyung said excitedly. Hoseok furrowed his brows “how do we do that?” “with a chair, I’ve seen people do it in movies.” He shrugged “I guess we could do that.”

“How ‘bout it namjoon?” He looked quite unsure and scratched the top of his head. “Are you two talking about the love birds?” Yoongi asked. 

“I thought you didn’t care.”

“I don’t really but just leave the two alone.”

“But they’re in love yoongi, In love! they need to tell each other already.” Hoseok said

Yoongi shook his head “just let them be, they’ll confess on their own.”

You sat on his bed as he seemed to wonder around hid room and you wondered why he was acting so weird. “Jimin, why don’t you sit next me?” you patted the pace next to you. He paused but proceeded to make his way over and sat a comfortable distance from you. He stared at him, he fidgeted slightly. You sighed, “ok you have been acting weird since they ran out of the room, jiminie, what’s wrong?” And there it is. He knew you were going to ask and he knew he either had to tell you, or just lie completely. But he didn’t know what to do.

So he lied.

“It’s nothing.”

“Nothing my ass, come on tell me please it’s not it’s some terrible secret about me or something?” you joked but he didn’t even crack a smile. “Woe wait, is it?” “no, no, no I swear it’s nothing bad, well at least I hope so.” You’re eyes widened “hope so? what do you mean hope so?” whelp I’m in deep shit,  he sat silently playing the rings on his fingers. “Jimin you’re scaring me.”

“Just tell me please, I’m really worried here.” you playfully hit his arm in hopes he was just messing with you but he didn’t budge.  

You sighed and got up from the bed, “I guess i’m just gonna go-” “no wait!” you weren’t even near the door when he suddenly pulled you back. It was very unexpected and it’s a bit more surprising now that you see how close you are to him. There was no space between your bodies apart from your chests and faces. His arms circled your waist and oh how he wanted to just hold you tighter and pull you closer if possible. “J-jimin?” you could feel your cheeks begin to heat up. He stared at your face admiring every beautiful feature then looked into your beautiful (e/c) eyes. “I like you” he said. Both your eyes widened in shock. He didn’t mean to say it, it just slipped out.

Too late to back out now. “I mean I don’t like you, well I do, but, but what I’m trying to say is-” you cut him off by pressing your lips against his. You pulled away and giggled seeing the red on his cheeks and shocked expression. “I love you to pabo.” He smiled and became the cute and shy jimin you loved and he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

“Wait, what’s going on why did quiet suddenly?”

“Ow, move!”

“I’m trying to listen!”

“You’re to young to listen.”

“I am a grown man now for gods sake!”

You and jimin both gave a contempt look each-other. You opened the door and you jumped back when the boys toppled over one another in the room. “HI Y/N!” Jungkook looked up at you with a large grin. “What are guys doing?” you put your hands on you hips. “Definitely not ease dropping if that’s what you’re thinking…congratulations by the way.” you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile. Yoongi walked by but backed tracked once he noticed the others. What the hell happened here?” “Jimin finally confessed to y/n ”, “well I confessed first”. “Whatever but I’m proud and I finally don’t have to hear jimin talk about you all day anymore” jin smiled. “I do not do that!” “whatever you say.”

“Aw that’s cute” you smirked at him.

“See what did I tell you, they worked it out on their own.”     

(I’m trying out interactive reding so you guys can enjoy my scenarios more.To be able to add your personal name to the story you must read this on my blog)
Pin-Up (one-shot)

Because these days I need distractions, and what better distraction is there than robots in lingerie?

Truthfully, this fanart by @larrydraws (link is nsfw) has haunted me for literal months now, so I finally decided to sit down and write something about it. And here’s the results of that, haha.

And I went with Swerve as Minimus’s partner which means there ended up being fluff for days.

Title: Pin-Up

Series: MTMTE/LL, no specific point in the timeline besides after everyone found out about Minimus

Pairing: Minims/Swerve

Rating/Warnings: M or E for sexual content (lingerie kink, sticky, oral and penetrative), fluff, and Swerve using the nickname Minnie. I was definitely imagining the fanart for how the lingerie looks. Only difference are I made the stockings sheer and Minimus is in his irreducible form.

Fic Summary:

Swerve had called them ‘Pin-Ups.’

Or he had once he had gotten over the initial embarrassment of Minimus catching him scrolling through his small archive of them on one of his many datapads filled with human media.

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The lucid setter

A lot of you seem to be eager for an Akaashi profile and I’m sorry it took so long. Turns out, he is one of the hardest characters to deal with, because we know so little about him. I’ll try not to turn this into pure headcannon, but feel free to correct me. Here’s what I’ve gleaned from his, like, five minutes of screen time. Also: all of the pictures, because he is a very pretty setter.

*Very* mild spoilers from the manga below.

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