your fault for following me

the sad songs are still the sad songs. your smile is still the image in my head when i fall asleep. i still cry when i think of what you did. it’s been a year. the ghost of your faults still follow me around. it has been one year. one year and you’re still the center of my storm.
—  - rlm.

I told myself five million times that I would not draw this but I really wanted to do the thing with the curtains so here I am and there they are. 

Based on Suggestivescribe’s drabble “Adore You.”

little follow spree

here it is sasha and these follow spree are getting annoying i kno i kno  BUT it seems like the 75% of the people i follow are on hiatus so i have to step my game up. to keep it short, sorry if there is no a fancy header since im too lazy and too busy with my very upcoming exam crap i should study instead of writing this, those are the things i would like to see:

☆ shounen and seinen (tg, snk, bnha, naruto, bleach etc…)
☆shoujo (orange, tclp, etc…)
☆ bl (19 days, out of control, all about lust, youjin etc…)
TAMEN DE GUSHI
☆sport anime (hq, free, yoi etc…)
☆kiznaiver
☆occultic;nine
☆noragami
☆ little witch academia
☆art 
☆food (BC)
☆marvel/dc
☆tv shows (stranger things, etc..)
☆mythology
☆seasonal anime 

bonus

♡tag system (more like a must not a bonus tbh)
♡DRAMA!!!! FREE!!!!!!AND ABSOLUTELY NO SHIP DISCOURSE!!!!! (im here to enjoy my ships. not to see 823647263478293 powerpoint slides in which you lowkey judge me for my very fictional ships. again a must not a bonus)
♡make your edits/art/gifs etc..
♡active and friendly and if you scream in the tags let’s tot scream together i won’t mind

just REBLOG this and tag the fandom in which you are. if i don’t end following you, again, not your fault, it is just me. thank you so much for your patience ♡

Trapped - A Drarry Oneshot

3k, Teen

Read on AO3 or FFnet

Summary:

Harry goes into one of the dangerous, off-limits areas of the castle to be alone. Malfoy follows him, and a wall collapse traps them in a small cupboard. Draco is panicking, and Harry tries to calm him down.

Excerpt:

“It’s your fault we’re trapped in here!” Malfoy hissed.

Harry leaned against the wall. He’d come to this small cupboard often that year. Forbidden zones of the castle were blessedly silent, and after clearing some of the debris from the small space, it had been a comforting hideaway for him. To get away from the attention, the praise. To get away from having killed Voldemort.

“No, it’s my fault I’m trapped in here,” he said slowly. “It’s your fault you’re trapped in here. For following me, right to this point.”

Malfoy’s shaking hands formed fists. Harry’s gaze darted down to the motion, and then back to Malfoy’s face. At one point, they would have fought, but he knew Malfoy wasn’t going to hit him. He looked defensive, not offensive.

Most of all, he looked distracted from his fear.

“You’ve been staring at me more and more,” Malfoy said, after several, tense moments. “It has become too ridiculous now. I was going to demand you explain yourself.”

Harry took a few breaths before answering. Malfoy matched the timing of his inhalations, and exhalations. He was calming down.

“A lot of people stare at you.”

Usually because he always seemed on the edge of a panic attack. Every loud sound. Every sudden change in light. A wand being drawn.

Winter had scared him most of all.

Harry had hated watching Malfoy shivering, even beside by the fireplace of the common room all the seventh year repeaters shared. Shivering even under many layers of clothes. Like he’d never feel warm again.

Harry had fought hard to keep the Ministry from continuing to use Dementors. He wasn’t the only one. Eventually, they’d won that battle. But not until after the Death Eater trials were over.

“Just stop staring at me!” Malfoy hissed.

Harry shivered. Malfoy had stepped closer in his annoyance. The space was too small, it put them too close. Less than an arm’s length between them.

“No.”

Malfoy’s expression twisted. “No?”

Initially meant to distract him from his fear, now Harry was too eager for the opportunity to talk to him.

Trapped in a small space was the worst timing…and yet…

“I won’t promise something when I know I can’t keep that promise.”

Malfoy’s face twisted through several expressions. His hands relaxed from their fists. They were finally still. No shaking.

He’d successfully distracted him.

Notes: I’ve noticed I’ve been leaving out Loghain, and I will gladly add him if someone requests it.

———————-

Alistair Theirin - He was always more of a dog person, ever since he watched his cat swallow a pigeon whole. Those kind of things stick with you, ya know. They don’t just go away after a while. In fact, if anything, that moment had been burned into his mind. He was positive he had watched the cats jaw unhinge. But when he stared at the small feline in the Wardens hands, a soft ‘Awww’ had slipped out. With a stealthy look around, to make sure the dog wasn’t looking, he gave the feline a small scratch on the head. The warden wouldn’t be getting the kitten back, ever. Soft mewls could be heard from the inside of his shirt or the helmet tucked under his arm.

Alistair Theirin (Romanced) - He didn’t know what was cuter, the wardens hopeful face or the kitten in her palms. Haha who was he kidding it was definitely her. He would tilt his head down, pressing a soft kiss against the wardens mouth, mumbling a soft thanks as he picked her up and the kitten. 

Zevran Arainai - Felines were truly elegant creatures. All long, sinew limbs, slipping through small cracks and crannies, fast to strike and even faster to run away. How could this animal not represent him completely? Well, other than a crow, of course. He would chuckle at the Warden, taking the kitten with one hand and looking it over. “Although, I am charmed, I will have to decline, my dear Warden. Although I am absolutely charmed with the little beast and of course, you as well, I can not accept a living thing. I am a Crow, do you not remember? Well, ex-Crow, which is worse! The poor thing would not last a week with me.” He’d then deposit the kitten back in their hands and head off before they could force the feline back in his hands.

Zevran Arainai (Romanced) - He would hesitate, staring at the small kitten. It was small, vulnerable and weak in his hands. And young. So, very young, orphaned and now in his care. He’d gently turn it onto it’s back, running a finger up and down it’s stomach as it mewled. “I will accept this gift, My Warden.” He said softly, a rare, small and soft smile on his face. And then his smile would grow lascivious. “I do love p-” He’d chuckle as he was smacked softly on the shoulder. After, he would sit alone with the kitten, humming. It would be nice, to have something to remember the warden by.

Leliana (Romance/nonromance) - The soft gasp that would leave her lips would be between something akin to shock and something akin to wonder. “Really? you really mean…?” Her hands would go out, pulling the kitten to her chest, practically cooing over the thing as if she were it’s feline mother. She’d press a soft kiss to it’s wet nose and her eye’s would twinkle, glancing up at the Warden. “Thank you. Almost as cute as Schmooples.” (If Romanced) “Almost as cute as you.”

Morrigan - “If you are unable to take care of the beast yourself, Warden, do not push it upon me under the guise of a gift. If I had wanted a pet I would have my pick of the entire forest I dwelt in.” She would deny the cat outright, but the kitten would disappear from the Wardens tent the night. In the morning that kitten could be seen padding after Morrigan, bumping into her ankles and purring. Her face would go red when stared at and she’d huff. “What? What? It is not my fault that the beast follows me! Keep your gaze to yourself.”

Morrigan (Romanced) - She’d be amused at first, gently prodding and petting the kitten slowly and softly. “Why do I need this creature when I already own you? Tis pointless, My Warden.” She’d reach over, gently petting the hair with a chuckle on her lips. “You are much more fun then some feline. Though, if it will please you, I will care for the creature.”

Ohgren - Ohgren would grunt, eyes narrowing. “S’that’s what one a those look like?” He’d reach out, snatching up the kitten. His face would fill with alarm as it mewed and he’d be gentler, cupping it in his hands. “Shit. It’s softer than a nug. Probably tastier.” The Warden would squint, hands twitching for the feline. “I ain’t gonna eat it! It’s not even fattened up yet, Stone…” He huffed, holding the kitten away from the warden. Despite his comments, he never ate it, and it grew up to be a great attack cat. 

Shale - Shale would look disinterested, walking away. “It kills birds.” That would stop Shale right in their tracks. They’d slowly turn around, holding their hand out. “If it finds pleasure in destroying in the feathered ones, then I will take it.” Shale is commonly seen with the kitten on their shoulder, and just as promised, bats away any birds that may try to poop on the Golem. 

Sten - He would grunt, eyebrows furrowing. “Why would you give me such a thing? I have no need for it.” He would scowl when it mewled at him, begging to be pet. “Take it away! It’s…looking at me like that.” Of course Sten would eventually relent, but looking none to pleased about it. The kitten grew up to be the most spoiled thing in THEDAS. Somewhere, Leliana is whispering ‘Softie!’ And Sten is groaning. 

Wynne - She would not mind taking the gift, smiling and giving a small nod. She’d be flattered, really, but. Despite her motherly nature, she would have no idea what to do with the feline. In fact, she’d be downright awkward. What did it need to eat? Why couldn’t she change it’s sleeping schedule so it could be easier to travel, not having a sleep cat in her arms or on her shoulders? Of course, she’d get the hang of it, happy for the gift. Someone to keep an old woman company.

Dog - He would snuffle at the kitten, nosing it until it fell over. The dog would gently take the nape of it’s neck into it’s jaw and would wander off with it’s new charge, lounging around the camp with the small kitten in between the dog’s paws, ruffing softly whenever someone came too close. 

——-

Notes: This is adorable. I find this adorable. Does this make me egotistical?

Dallas Akon

Okay I’m going out a huuuuge limb here, I have like Red Alert levels of paranoia guys this is way out of my comfort zone. I’m going to be at Dallas Akon at the Hilton Anatole June 8-11. I’ll be dressed as male Velma from Scooby Doo, male Mavis from Hotel Transylvania, and Haruhi Fujioka from OHSHC and the first day will be casual wear but it will probably be a Homestuck shirt. If not I’ll update ya on what I’ll be wearin. You can come visit me while I walk around and such, get a picture if you want!

now that the hell year is just about over i thought i’d do a little shout out to my friends and mutuals. both those who followed me over from my old blog and the new ones i’ve met here or through twitter. i send my best wishes and hope that 2017 is a far kinder year to each and every one of you. 

a-i @aeducans@aldia, @alexedanvers, @andurile, @arcanebond, @attano, @automatron, @bamwinks, @barenziah, @bikates, @bookerduhwitt, @brenziah, @camorrsthorn, @cassandrapentagay, @chasindcole, @chelldos, @chizuu, @chloeffrazer, @chuckhansen, @clairetemplc, @corvosblink, @cubciri, @eilheart, @emilycaldwin, @emilykxldwin, @ennobaria, @festivefaree7aamari, @freudian, @gayventress, @goodsprings, @great-leviathan@gristol, @gurguts, @haedrian, @hawkeisabelas, @highchaosemily, @houndpits, @housekaldwin, @illrae,

j-z @jindouche, @jjessemccree, @kaldwim, @kaldwins, @kalenhad, @krempuffs, @ladyliadrin, @legmageddon, @lesbianemilykaldwin, @lesbianpiperwrights, @lsabela, @magewardens, @mccreeing, @mellarkish, @mythaelogy, @nefrertiti, @neptunevasilass, @nonbinarybriarmoss, @nostrromo, @oldhroldan, @ominousdeer, @perishx, @plasmarifles, @protectorkaldwin, @roboticbiotic, @scatteredarrow, @scifilesbians, @senuaofficial, @shayera, @sitaradhawan, @skelligers, @skorri, @starry-pidge, @superhuggz, @swordcores, @theladyhawke, @tixiij, @trans-corvo, @varictethras, @vaulthunterexe, @vaylinns, @vhetra, @witchdelilah, @wretchedquintessence, @wrex, @yukiehshirofuku, @zenyattah

movie starters [2]

            ( STANLEY KUBRICK ) ( EYES WIDE SHUT ) ( WARNING: NSFW THEMES )

  1. “May I ask why a beautiful woman who could have any man in this room wants to be married?”
  2. “And what makes you an exception?”
  3. “I would never lie to you. Or hurt you.”
  4. “I happen to be in love with you.”
  5. “Why can’t you ever give me a straight fucking answer?”
  6. “I’m not arguing. I’m just trying to find out where you’re coming from.”
  7. “If you men only knew.”
  8. “You’ve never been jealous about me, have you?”
  9. “I know you would never be unfaithful to me.”
  10. “Now, where exactly are we going… exactly?”
  11. “It wasn’t your fault. It was mine.”
  12. “How do you know that?”
  13. “You had me followed?”
  14. “Keep quite about where you’ve been and what you’ve seen.”
  15. “No dream is ever just a dream.”
  16. “There is something very important we need to do as soon as possible.”
  17. “Men have to stick it in every place they can, but for women… women it is just about security and commitment and whatever the fuck else!”
  18. “A little oversimplified, but yes, something like that.”
  19. “Life goes on. It always does, until it doesn’t.”
  20. “Don’t you want to go where the rainbow ends?”
  21. “Forever? Let’s not use that word. It frightens me.”
  22. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you got yourself into?”
  23. “Who do you think those people were?”
  24. “Remove your clothes.”
  25. “I’ll tell you everything!”
  26. “I love you. I don’t want to go away.”
  27. “Even if I’m never to see you again, I want at least to live near you.”
  28. “I don’t think you realise what you’re saying.”
  29. “Love me? We barely know each other.”
  30. “I know what happened to you last night.”
  31. “I think you just might have the wrong idea about one or two things.”
  32. “If he wanted me, I would give up everything.”
  33. “I have seen one or two things in my life but never, never anything like this.”
  34. “When a promise has been made here, it should always be kept.”
  35. “If you tell a single soul about what you witnessed here… — There will be very dire consequences for you.”
  36. “You need to get away before it’s too late!”
  37. “You cannot fool them for much longer.”
  38. “What you are suggesting could cost me my life — & maybe yours.”
  39. “At least let me see your face.”
  40. “They are coming!”
  41. “You are in great danger.”
  42. “Sorry to call you out so late.”
  43. “How about a drink?”
  44. “Tell me your name. I want to know your name.”
  45. “It doesn’t matter.”
The Little Tunnels - part 3

A/N: Alright, here we go with part 3. This is turning out to be a little longer than I had originally planned it to be. So, who’s up for a part four?

Pairing: ClintxReader

Word Count: 1896

Warnings: Angst, mostly fluff~

part 2


“Clint, what are they doing here?” I hiss, dropping my bad to the floor.

“Hey, don’t get up on me, this isn’t my fault.” He says, his tone angry, though I don’t think it’s because of me. “I told them I was going to talk to you myself, but apparently no one trusts me.”

“Sorry, Barton, but you’ve never really been known to follow through with stuff like this in the past.” Tony says.

“Seriously, Nat? You let them follow me?” Clint asks, his voice filled with hurt.

“I’m the one who put the tracking device in your jacket.” Natasha answers, her voice even.

“You would seriously turn on your friends like this?” I question. Everyone turns to look at me collectively, as if suddenly realizing I was there. “How dare you.”

“What?” Steve asks, his voice quiet.

“I told you guys she didn’t want to come back.” Clint says through gritted teeth. “Why don’t you guys ever listen to me? Even when you listen to me, you never really hear what I’m saying, do you?”

“Clint, please w-” Nat starts to say, but I cut her off.

“No, you don’t get to make excuses.” I say angrily. “You don’t get to come here unannounced and uninvited, and you sure as hell don’t get to stay.”

“(Y/N)…” Bruce says quietly.

“No, all of you. Get out.” Everyone looks surprised. Everyone but Clint. He just looks tired and sad. No one makes a move to leave, so I repeat myself. “Get. Out.” I growl, pointing behind me at the door. “GET OUT.”

They all seem to finally get the message and rush past me and out the door. Clint slowly follows after them, Lucky trailing behind him. Before he walks out the door he stops in front of me.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I didn’t want any of this to happen, I promise.”

“I know, don’t apologize. It’s okay.” I can feel tears starting to well up, and I rub at my eyes angrily with the heel of my hand.

“Do you still want to talk about what happened at work earlier?” He asks.

“Yeah,” I answer, my voice shaking slightly.

“Do you wanna do that after you’ve gotten some sleep?” I nod wordlessly in response. “How does noon sound?”

“Good.” I nod, trying to calm myself as best as I possibly can.

“Okay, I’ll see you then.” He says, gently pulling me into a hug. He presses a soft kiss to my forehead before beckoning for Lucky to follow him.

Before he closes the door, he turns back and flashes me a sad smile. I nod to him and he leaves. As soon as he’s gone my body starts to shake and the tears start to fall. I slide my back down the door until I’m sitting in the floor, my body wracked with sons. I don’t exactly know why I’m crying. I just know that I can’t bottle it up forever, so I don’t bother holding back. It’s a good five minutes before I can peel myself off the floor and head to my room. I manage to change into a pair of boxers and an oversized t-shirt before collapsing in bed and almost instantaneously falling asleep.

It seems like it’s only been a matter of minutes when there’s a banging on my door and a dog barking along. It takes me a moment to realize that it’s Clint and that he’s brought Lucky back with him.

“You know how to get in!” I call from my room, trying to get dressed before he comes in.

“I do!” Clint calls back. “But I brought food and my hands are full.”

“Ooh, and I was so close to staying in bed all day.” I say as I approach the door. I hear a small laugh from the other side of the door. When I open the door I find Clint holding a pizza and a bag of what looks like Chinese take-out. “Pizza and take-out?”

“Pizza’s for the dog, take-out’s for us.” he explains. “We might be lucky and get a couple slices, but this mutt is greedy.”

“Are you greedy, Lucky?” I ask, crouching down and offering him my hand. He brushes past Clint and pushes his head into my hand, his tail wagging and shaking his backside. “Mmm, I don’t think so. Is Clint wrong about you?” At this he barks happily and I look up at Clint and chuckle. “He says you’re wrong.”

“Well he would definitely say that.” Clint says, squinting at the happy dog.

“Well, come in.” I step aside to let clint into the apartment. He smiles and nods to me before stepping past me.

“Nice place place you’ve got here.” He says, looking around before turning back to me and grinning lopsidedly.

“Thanks, I really went for the “nearly homeless” minimalist look.”

“So, you want some take-out or what?” He asks, lifting the bag as he plops down onto my couch.

“Of course.” I drop down next to him, tucking my feet underneath me after getting comfortable. “I’m always down for chow mein.”

“Good, cause I’ve got two large boxes and pot stickers.” He sets the bag down on the couch before dropping the pizza box on the floor and opening it.

“You really should feed him better.” I comment, taking a box of the greasy noodles from the bag, opening it, and stabbing a fork into the food.

“Every time I take him to the vet they say he’s fine.” Clint says, taking a massive bite of his own noodles. “I swear I feed him kibble, but he really just loves pizza and shit like that.”

“Huh.” I intone, shoveling a rather unladylike amount of food into my mouth. Clint watches me with an amused smile on his face. “Wha’?”

“You’re just really cute.” He says. I feel a heat rise in my face and I guess I’m blushing.

“Even with a pounf of chinefe food in my fafe?“ I ask around the food in my mouth, my hand covering my lips to keep from spraying him with any food particles.

“Especially with a pound of Chinese food in your face.” He answers, his smile growing, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“You’re cheesy.” I mumble, rolling my eyes.

“Really?” He says. “Are you sure it’s not the pizza?”

“I am very sure.” I nod, trying to chew and swallow the food before continuing. “You don’t have to butter me up. I’m already in love with you.”

“So I didn’t go completely insane. You actually love me?” He says, stabbing his fork into his food.

“Well if we examine the case, the evidence is pretty incriminating.” I say simply. “If anything, I’m the one who’s surprised. I never would have thought that you liked me too.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. Internalized self loathing?” I shrug. “Probably something along those lines.”

“I had no idea.” He says quietly, his eyes widening slightly.

“Don’t worry about it, Clint.”

“I’m still going to worry about you in general though. Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah, it’s okay.” I breathe. He smiles at me in response.

He slowly leans forward, gently cupping my cheek with his free hand, and kisses me softly. I take my time in kissing him back, reaching out to place my food on the coffee table to free up my hands. When my hands are empty, Clint scoops me up and places me in his lap, breaking away to look me in the eyes and push some hair out of my face. We study each other’s faces for a moment before he moves forward and captures my lips with his again. One of his arms snakes around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest, the other tangles into the hair at the base of my skull. My hands gently card through his short, blond locks before coming to rest on either side of his jaw. Clint breaks away to pepper my face with kisses, placing soft pecks all over my cheeks and forehead.

“You taste like msg.” He grins at me.

“And you smell like dog.” I raise my eyebrows at him, a smile playing at my lips.

“I’m sorry.” He says quietly, his tone suddenly very serious.

“For what?”

“For the team following me, for breaking into your apartment the other day, for showing up at the the-” I cover his mouth with my hand to stop him.

“Nope, stop.” He raises his eyebrows at me, his eyes asking why?. “The team following me was their fault. Not yours. I know that.” His brow furrows and I remove my hand. “As for tonight and the night before this, I know that you were concerned about me. I know that you still are. I’m not upset about that.”

“You’re not?” He sounds surprised.

“No, I’m not.” I shake my head. “I was out of line for yelling at you, I know that. I was frustrated and I lashed out at you. You didn’t deserve that.”

“They did…” He mumbles.

“Okay, sure, but you didn’t.” I counter. “You were only trying to help and I snapped at you. For that, I am extremely sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He’s silent for a minute before continuing. “I don’t want you to come back to the tower.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I don’t want you to go back.” He repeats. “At least until you’re ready to.”

“Really?” I ask, searching his eyes.

“Yes, really.” He answers. “After what happened earlier this morning, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go back just yet. I was talking to them after I saw you that first night and they were all really concerned about getting you back, but it was for themselves. I want you to come back, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t want you to come back for the wrong reasons. I want to have a relationship with you, and as much as I want to be selfish, I can’t risk ruining what we could possibly have.”

“That was the best thing you could have ever said to me right now, you know that, right?”

“Bringing you fast food, making out on your couch and saying all the right things? I am on a roll today.” He says, a sly grin stretches across his lips as he slips his free arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him. We sit in comfortable silence for a short while before I speak up again.

“I have an idea.”

“Do tell.”

“I think we should spend more time together outside of the cinema and you breaking into my apartment.”

“I have to admit, I like that idea a lot.”

“I have a day off next week too.”

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrows, intrigued.

“Yeah.” I nod. “Maybe we could hang out at the tower.”

“Wait,” He says, suddenly sitting much straighter. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, why not?” I shrug. “It’ll get the team off my back and it’s not like I don’t want to go back. You’re there, and they’re my family.”

“We don’t deserve you, you know that right?”

“I don’t know if that’s completely true. I think I just want to look for a compromise right now, y’know?”

“Yeah, I get it.” His smile softens. “I won’t tell them you’re coming.”

“They won’t know what hit ‘em.”


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PART 2/?

Pairing: John Murphy x Reader (College AU)

Author: see-the-fandom-imagines
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2674

A/N: I’m sorry, there’s not much happening in this chapter. The next will be better I promise! 
Summary: Murphy actually gets up early

Originally posted by home-for-fangirls

Your name: submit What is this?



You sat in the class room, waiting for your lecturer, all the while trying not to fall asleep. It wasn’t that you had stayed too long at this horrible party yesterday evening, but getting Raven into bed had turned out to be a more difficult task than you had thought. And once she had finally fallen asleep, it seemed impossible for you to do the same.
You had always been a night person. You became the most creative, the most productive always in the late evening, being able to stay awake for hours, doing whatever it was that needed to be done without falling asleep.
The downside of that was simply that it resulted in you being incredibly tired, and even more useless than normally during day time. In the last few weeks you had managed to bring this under control, waking up early, going to bed early, but yesterday you couldn’t do anything else than lying in your bed and thinking. About everything that came to your mind.
Your exams, the party, Raven, her ex-boyfriend Finn…John Murphy.
You groaned slightly and looked at your watch. It still were at least ten minutes until the teacher would come, but you knew, as soon as you’d rest your head on the desk the chance of falling asleep was too high. Three hours of sleep were definitely not enough for you.

You kept sulking in your own thoughts, cursing yourself and Raven mentally, until someone sat down next to you, ripping you out of your thoughts.
„So that’s what a class room looks like.“
Confused you sat up straight, and turned your head to the person on your right. 
„Why that look? Didn’t expect to see me again so soon?“
You shook your head. „No. Actually not.“ It wasn’t that you had forgotten about him, it was just that you had never thought that he’d show up, let alone sit down next to you.

He scoffed and leant back in his chair. „Looks like you aren’t quite the morning person.“

„Oh, how could you tell?“, you asked back sarcastically and ran a hand through your hair, in the slight hope to make it look somewhat decent. Because you didn’t really know what it was, but something about this guy seemed incredibly interesting to you. You barely knew him, and it wasn’t as if you’d have a crush on him, but in some way, even though you couldn’t really place it yet, you felt attracted to him.

Quickly you changed the subject to lead your thoughts in a less confusing direction.
„I see you’re perfectly prepared“, you said, your gaze falling on the empty desk in front of him. The boy didn’t answer, instead he lifted both his index fingers, gesturing you to wait, before he grabbed his bag next to him and pulled a rather old looking notepad and a halfbroken ballpen out, placing it proudly on his desk. Afterwards he returned his bag down under his chair and held out his hands, presenting you what he had brought with him in an exemplary manner, obviously awaiting some sort of reaction from you.

You scoffed and started to laugh, as you looked how serious he seemed. You shook your head and turned your gaze away from his tattered notebook to him. „I’m so proud of you, John.“

A smirk had grown on his face, as he opened his arms, praising himself for his great achievement. „Thank you, thank you.“

He lowered his arms again and leaned on the table, opening his mouth to ask you something, when he was interrupted by the lecturer entering the room. You smiled at him in fake pity, and opened your own folder and notepad, before turning your attention to the front, ready to listen and take notes of whatever you considered important.

You hadn’t payed any attention to Murphy for the last twenty minutes or so, but when your gaze fell onto his notepad – which looked like he had tried to take notes for about five minutes before he got bored and started to draw tiny sharks – you turned your head a bit more, only to see him trying to balance his pen on his forehead.
You should have known. Softly you kicked him under the table, making him flinch, and sending the pen to the ground. You looked at him, and smiled mockingly, mouthing that it was his own fault, before turning your attention back to the front.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw him leaning onto the table, after he had picked up his only pen, bringing his face closer to yours. „Okay, I really don’t get how-“

„Shush“, you whispered back, not turning your gaze away from the front, yet, not able to hide the amused smile on your face.

Murphy scoffed and leaned back again, only to pick up his pen a few seconds later and began to scribble something on his notepad.
Your gaze turned back from your own pad to his, trying to figure out what he was writing. It definitely wasn’t any kind of useful stuff. He was writing way too eagerly for that.

But your question was answered a few moments later when you heard a ripping noise, closely followed by a piece of folded paper landing on top of your notepad. Raising one of your eyebrows you looked over to Murphy who now himself had his gaze trained to the front, acting like he’d listened to every word the teacher said. You wet your lips and tried not to laugh, before unfolding the small paper.

So this is what you do in your free time? Next time I decide what we’re gonna do. Not that it’s not incredibly entertaining here.

You shook your head, and for a second you thought about whether you should answer or pay attention to the lecturer, but the answer had been obvious from the beginning. You were tired, and John Murphy had caught your attention ten minutes ago, making it almost impossible to listen to the man in the front, so you honestly doubted, that this lesson would become any kind of productive for you.

Shifting on your chair you sighed and started to scribble your answer.

I’m sure you’re the master of fun, Mr I’m-practically-always-bored.  

You flipped the note back to him, and it didn’t take long for him to write back.

That’s not me, that was your grandmother’s party. And this guy there at the front. Please tell me that’s not your grandfather. I’m scared that he dies before the lecture ends. …Actually that wouldn’t be too bad.

You looked up to stare at Mr Wallace. You would never be able to look at him again, without that comment on your mind. Thanks, John.

You looked at your watch. There were only five minutes left, and you hadn’t the slightest idea what the last twenty minutes had been about. There went your afternoon.

5 minutes left. Try to survive.

Murphy took the message from you and unfolded it, only to close it again and shove it into his pocket.
„I can’t promise anything“, he whispered, making you nudge him again. „Ouch. And I thought you liked me.“

Thankfully you were spared the answer, for in this moment the lecturer had left the room and the other students around you started to pack their things together, talking loudly to each other.
So you just smirked, and closed your folder and notebook, before you put everything back into your bag and stood up.

Murphy watched you before packing away his things as well. „A pity we both survived. And I had hoped there would have been at least something interesting“, he said while trotting next to you out of the class room.



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For once silently he walked past (y/n) out of the class room, rather indecisive about what to do next. On the one hand he could head back to his dormitory, maybe catch up on the precious sleep he had lost, but on the other hand he knew that he would meet Mbege there, and he was not in the mood to explain to him where he had been this morning. Weirdly, Murphy decided that his mood was almost to good to ruin it in a discussion with his roommate.

„So, what now?“, he asked, looking at her expectantly.
„Now I ask you why you keep following me.“
„Well, it’s your fault that I’m even here, so live with the consequences I’d say.“

„Okay, then. I’m gonna head to the library and print out the contents of this lecture, since I missed half of it. Thanks to someone.“ She gave him a scolding gaze.
„Really? Who was it?“

(Y/n) inhaled deeply, and shook her head, before she looked up at him.
„Hardly worth mentioning. Some kind of dork I met at a party. But you know, if you’d ask me, I think he has a crush on me.“

Murphy’s heart missed a beat, as she said this. Not because it was true, but because he remembered the actual reason he was talking to her in the first place. The bet. Mbege. Two hundred and fifty dollars. How on Earth could he have forgotten about that.

„You think so?“
She nodded. „Well, yeah, he’s following me everywhere, it’s kind of creepy, really.“ Murphy looked down at her. The light of the sun was reflecting in her (h/c) hair, framing her face and making her look even cheekier than she already was.
„Well, sounds like you should dump him if you ask me“, he answered, only periodically looking away from her to not bump against somebody else.

„Nah, I don’t know. He’s a jerk, but he actually doesn’t seem that bad, you know?“ She smirked up at him. „Most of the time.“

Murphy didn’t answer, and instead looked at the ground. Well, she didn’t know him after all. If she knew what he was up to, she would definitely be talking differently about him.
As she realised that he wouldn’t answer she simply continued talking. „He’s not stupid, you know? Just really lazy I guess. And I think if he would stop acting like he didn’t care, he could do pretty good in the upcoming exams.“
Murphy sighed.  „You just proved me, that you’re maybe not as boring as everybody’s saying, and now you come up with exams?“

She halted, causing him to stop as well, and looked at him in mock surprise. „Was that a compliment, John?“

He adjusted his backpack and shook his head. „How on earth are you able to find a compliment in this?“
She shrugged. „Let’s call it optimistic world view. Still, you do know that you’ll have to pass these exams, right?“
Murphy looked to the ground and continued walking, not saying a word. If there was one topic he didn’t want to talk about than it were his exams. And what it would mean if he would not pass. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw (y/n) jogging back up to him, walking beside him once again. „I did not mean to taunt you with this, you know?“

He didn’t answer. Instead he stopped walking once again and turned towards her. „What do you care? “ He  tried to calm down again. It wasn’t her fault that he was a loser and couldn’t even hold the one promise he had made in his whole life.

She raised her eyebrows at his harsh tone, and straightened her back, a somewhat challenging look in her eyes. „You just proved me that you’re maybe not as big as an idiot as everybody’s saying, and now you come up with this attitude?“
Murphy just scoffed. „Well, maybe they’re right.“
He turned around to walk away, as her voice stopped him in the middle of his movements.
„You know what? You can either continue to talk yourself down, or you can get off your ass and do something. There has to be a reason you’re on this college. So don’t be an idiot by throwing this away.“
For a moment Murphy couldn’t move as he processed her words. She was right. There was a reason, but that didn’t change the fact that he had already ruined the one chance in life that someone had given him. All by himself. He turned around to look at (y/n), who stood in front of him, her bag hanging loosely over her shoulder, as she stared at him with a mix out of anger and disappointment, that was nothing new to him. But he could see something else in her gaze. Something that almost seemed to challenge him.

For a moment various possible answers flashed through his head, but he wiped them all away, and instead started to chuckle, before he abruptly stopped, and stepped closer to her.
„So you believe in me“, he asked, his voice dry, almost sarcastic. „Well then, girl-who-doesn’t-know-me, get yourself ready for disappointment.“

She didn’t yield, and instead stared directly into his eyes. „Well, boy-with-the-worst-attitude-ever, don’t worry, disappointment is my middle name.“

Murphy just looked at her, when a tiny smirk found its way on his face. „So you think I can do it.“

She nodded slowly, obviously not quite sure how to interpret his smirk. „Prove it.“
She didn’t move an inch, but something changed in the look of her eyes. He knew he had her interested. „We’re studying together. If I pass, I’ll do whatever you want. But if I fail, you have to obey me for one day.“

None of them moved, instead they simply stared at each other, the smirk still plastered on Murphy’s face. „That’s a stupid-ass bet. How do I know you won’t fail intentionally?“

„I guess you’ll have to trust me.“

He could saw her thinking, considering whether she should agree or not. For him this bet would be perfect. It wasn’t as if he actually believed that he could pass. And he would spent a lot of time with her. Which would mean that his chances of winning this bet would increase.
Furthermore, it could be interesting to spend time with someone else than Mbege or his laptop for once. After all, it was only for a couple weeks.

„You’re right I don’t really know you“, she finally spoke up. „And I probably shouldn’t, but I do trust you.“ He held out his hand for her to take. „But I won’t bet on your future, John.“ His eyebrows shot up, and his smirk vanished. He had definitely not expected this answer.

She adjusted her bag, and looked up to him, completely serious. „I must be crazy to even offer this to you, but if you need someone to study with… Feel free to talk to me. Oh, and it would be highly recommendable to visit some lectures and actually listen from time to time.“ She smiled weakly, and turned around. „I’ll be in the library. That’s this big impressive building you have probably never visited“, she shouted, without looking at him again.

Not able to answer anything, Murphy just looked past her. She had actually made him speechless.

He shook his head.
This morning he had gotten up early, and actually visited a lecture. But it wasn’t her that made him do all this, it was the prospect of winning against Mbege, seeing his face when he actually would have to fork out the money. Everything else would have been stupid. After all he barely knew her.

Ignoring the people that ran past him in all directions, he simply stood in the middle of the campus, staring after (y/n).
A bitter feeling started to grow in his stomach. A feeling he knew way too well. He shook his head again, once again telling himself, that here was absolutely no reason for him to feel this way.
Still, the guilty sensation remained, as he started to jog after her, the bet he placed locked in the back of his head.


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The Maze Runner High School AU: Newt - You’re Not The Only Professional Party-Crasher In Town: Part 5

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Newt stops just a few centimeters before the front door, he doesn’t say anything back; he just stares. You watch the back of his head as it tilts slightly to the right. You’re not sure what to do at this point but you have to think fast before something terrible might happen. The question is: open the door or ignore it? You can’t exactly ignore it with the hopes of Thomas thinking you’ve gone out since Newt asked who was there, but maybe they might just leave… But then again, you know that is very unlikely.

You walk up to the front door yourself and stand beside Newt. You place a cautious hand gently down onto Newt’s arm. He flinches immediately but when his eyes meet you his tensed muscle becomes calm and his eyes fill with colour once again, he’s back. For now.

“Thomas, I don’t know why you’re here but you should leave.” You say bravely, hoping that your intimidating voice is enough to persuade his decision.

“Y/N if you don’t open this door, I will.” He almost growls.

You realise you’ve become frightened. Frightened of this boy you used to call a friend. It’s like everything you ever knew is slowly dripping away before you, as if you’re a caterpillar forming in a cocoon to become a butterfly, a new being, a new person with a new life and new friends. You’re not sure if that’s what you want. At the back of your mind, you know you don’t want your friendship to end with Thomas but if he continues down this path… is that what it will have to come to?

“Why are you doing this?” You ask with a quiver to your voice. You stare down at the door knob as it begins to shake violently, a pounding begins out on the door. You try to picture Thomas’s face behind the door, angry and stupid. You stare at this made up face and shout at it, “You’re wrong if you think you can break this door down!”

“Watch me.”

“I’ll call the police, Thomas!” You didn’t want to have it come to this but there’s no stopping Thomas now, he’s already made his decision.

The door just continues to pound.

“Make it stop…” Newt whispers, his hands over his ears. He slowly starts to go into a crouch but you immediately pick him up by his arm and drag him away from the door. “Let me out!”

You cup Newt’s face into your hands but his eyes refuse to stare back into yours. He pushes himself away from you and hides in a corner of the room, hugging his knees. He’s become the scared little boy he was when in the silo. You watch as he begins to cry and continues to ask to be let out of here. You can’t watch Newt like this, you can’t have this endless battle between the both of them. You know you have to get Newt out of here, it’s the only way he’ll calm down. The front door is obviously a big no-no but maybe the window… But in his state? Will Newt be able to follow you out of the window and down the side of the building like he used to?

And that’s when an idea comes into your head.

You run over to the crouched boy, shivering in his shoes, “Newt!”

He cautiously looks up at you, his face tear stained and terrified, “Wh-who are you?”

You glance quickly at the window and then back to Newt, “That doesn’t matter right now, but I know you want to get out; right? You want to leave the silo?”

Newt violently nods his head but he still flinches slightly with every pound on the door. “Don’t worry about the banging, that’s just a loose window cover pounding from the wind.”

Newt nods his head again and reaches out for your hand, you take it firmly into yours and lead him away from the front door, over to the living room and then to the window. “Alright, all you have to do is follow me out of this window; can you do that?”

Newt looks back over to the door and then back to you, he nods his head again.

“Okay.” You open the window and easily slide yourself out. Newt looks over the side but decides that this is a better option than staying in the “silo”. He cautiously follows your steps and moves until after what seems like a decade, you reach the bottom of the building. “You alright?”

“We’re out of the silo?” He asks, uncertainty laced through his voice.

“We’re out of the silo.” You state and pull him into a hug, you feel his quivering body shake in your arms and you hug tighter; although it doesn’t seem to work as much. Even with his shaking body, a sense of relief passes through you. Maybe from here on out, things will be easier.

You lead Newt away from the side of the building and past the front entrance but before you can make it to the next street alleyway, you’re stopped short by two boys. You see their muscles through their shirts, their hardened jaws and menacing glare. You do not recognise them at all.

“Y/N?”

“What?” You ask, trying to act dumb but it’s too late for that because Thomas and Minho make their way through the front entrance of the apartment block. They stare at you before glancing over at Newt.

“Y/N, just come home.” Thomas says gently, offering a hand out to you.

You take Newt’s hand into yours, his body stopped shaking but you’re still not sure whether he’s thirteen year old Newt or seventeen year old Newt. “I don’t think so.” Your grip tightens around Newt’s loosely held fingers.

“Why do you want to be around this freak? Did you not just see what happened? What happened that day at the café? He’s mental!” Thomas cries furiously, Newt flinches at his voice.

“Newt is not a freak. He just needs support and help, which is what I am trying to supply! What are you doing? Breaking into his own home and edging on these attacks! You tortured him by leaving him in that silo four or five years ago and you’re still torturing him today!” You notice the guilt in Minho’s eyes but Thomas’s stay the same: cold. “It’s your fault he’s unstable, don’t you forget it.” You end with gritted teeth and then you push past the group of boys. You worry that Newt won’t follow but he does and your heart flutters when you feel a squeeze from his hand.

“It’s alright Newt, you don’t have to be around those assholes anymore. I’m so sorry, I am so sorry.” You say quietly, your voice trembling. “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have come over like that. They wouldn’t have followed me. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, love.” His voice is croaky and coming out of distress. “I’m sure they would have come along sooner or later anyway.”

You continue to stand in the middle of the street, “Where do we go?” You ask after few minutes of silence, suddenly aware that going back to your house would be a disaster and you don’t feel particularly like leaving Newt alone. Not this time.

“I have a friend.” Newt whispers, “Not too far from here. We could probably walk.”

“Are you sure?”

His gorgeous brown eyes flit over you a second as he considers his answers, his hand still on yours, “I’m sure.”


After the second round of knocking, Newt’s friend finally comes to the door. He opens it up with a sleepy and vaguely pissed off expression on his face. “What is your shank butt doing on my doorstep at this hour?” The friend then proceeds to give you a look, “And who’s she?”

“I’m really sorry…” He sighs, “Could we stay for the night? Just tonight; that’s all.”

He gives you two another look before swinging the door wide open, “Fine but you better not have any sort of drug thing happening or pregnancy…”

“I’m not pregnant.” You state flatly as you hug your shivering arms tighter to your chest. Newt gives him a ‘just shut up’ look before leading you inside.

“Oh, right, sorry, Y/N this is Alby, Alby this is Y/N.”

Alby and you greet each other with a shake of the hand before Alby sleepily tramples over to his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. You hear a slight thump and guess he’s flopped himself over his bed.

“I guess we just sleep on the couches.” Newt says, grabbing a few blankets and pillows. “Did you want a snack? Drink?”

You choose a couch to sleep on for the night, “No, I’m alright. I just need sleep.”

He throws over a few blankets and a pillow, “Alright love, goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”


“No!”

“Please!”

“Please let me out!”

“Don’t leave me here!”

Your tired eyes snap open at the sound of Newt’s whimpering voice and you immediately roll off the side of your couch and crawl over to his. You watch as he twists and turns inside his cocoon of blankets, only wrapping him up tighter and tighter. “Newt,” You yawn widely. You help unwrap himself from the trap of blankets he’s got himself into and he whimpers softly again and again.

“It’s alright Newt, its okay.” You coo softly and settle him down once again. “You’re inside Alby’s home, you’re nowhere near the silo.”

“The silo?” Alby questions from the side of the room. His shirtless body makes you slightly embarrassed but you avoid the temptation of staring at his defined abs. “Is he still having those nightmares?”

You hesitate before continuing on to say, “Yeah. He’ll be alright, though.”

“Alright.” Alby agrees, but you still sense a sort of disagreement in his voice. You wonder if Alby is the only person Newt has told about that night in the silo. Maybe he didn’t even tell him all of the story, maybe Alby thinks that these are just some random nightmares. But then again, even if Alby doesn’t know the full story, you’re sure that he’d think there was more to it. You saw it in his eyes.

Without another word, Alby quietly leaves the room and finds his way back to his bedroom and soon you hear the soft rhythmic noise of his snoring again.

Unexpectedly, a hand finds its way onto yours; warm.
“Stay with me.” Newt whispers huskily; rough. His eyes half opened and drenched in exhaustion. 

And suddenly you’re wide awake, heart thumping fast. Did you hear him correctly? “Sorry?”

Newt lazily opens his cocoon of blankets, an invitation you guess. You’re not sure how to react however, it’s not like you haven’t slept with someone else before. You’ve had tons of sleepovers with Thomas, and the girls from your Art class, but this close intimacy you’re about to envelope yourself into with Newt makes you anxious. But then again, both of you are half asleep. It wouldn’t mean a thing. And it’s clear to you that Newt needs you.

“Stay.”

You cautiously climb into his blankets and wrap him in your arms. Your fingers find his hair and you softly stroke it, “I’ll stay as long as you need.”


A/N: This one was a bit shorter, sorry, but there will definitely be another part coming soon. Thank you again for all your support in this series, it really does mean a lot! Hope you enjoyed!!

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You decided that today was a great day to visit the beach, the sun was high in the sky, there was a nice breeze, and the temperature was just right. So with your mind set, you ended up in the beach, with the amazing coral reef. When you arrived there were actually a few people there, meaning you had the beach to yourself. You were glad, since you really didn’t like being anywhere to crowded, especially in the coral reef. You set your beach towel and beach umbrella and just took in the view, but your skin was itching to get in the water. It was like your calling, you loved to swim and seeing the ocean just made you want jump right in.

You eagerly ran to the ocean and saw that the waves weren’t rough and you could clearly see into the ocean, meaning there was no danger if you went to the coral reef. You put on your goggles and grabbed your snorkel and entered the ocean and began to swim underwater.

You marveled over the grand beauty of the pink, purple, green, and blue corals and anemones co-existing. You just loved coming to the coral reef, it was like a completely different world from yours that just entranced you. You were amazed by all the different kinds of fish, some small, others large, painted in various colors of the rainbow. You were keen on exploring more of this underwater world that you soon went out further than expected, but you knew that there was nothing to worry about. As the reef bent towards the right, you swam that way. You ended up behind a large, rocky structure, one of many that surrounded the area that you were now in.

“Whoa…” You thought as you explored this new area. The corals felt rougher here, much like the rocks around them, but the fish here were still beautiful. You saw a school of bright yellow fish swim nearby but completely ignoring you. You turned to see where they were heading, but your gaze was soon fixed on a boy that was laying on the rock sticking out of the water.

His skin was tanned, his black charcoal hair glistening by the water that was still there, and his hand in the water with the school of fish that ignored you were surrounding him. You thought that he was feeding them something, but he was petting the fish. He had a soft smile on his face as he bet one of the fish as if it was a puppy, something that fish never do, but clearly they were letting him pet them. Why?

You swam to the surface and removed your snorkel, “hey”, you said trying to capture the charcoal haired boy’s attention. You slowly began swimming over to him and continued to shout to him.

The boy looked up, startled. “Ah!” He yelped, slowly retreating backwards into the water, as he peaked out of the side of the rock, almost as if he was trying to hide from you, but at the same time observe you, sparking an interest in him.

“Hey, don’t be scared! Sorry if I did” you said nervously as you came to a stop, not wanting to scare this person any further. But you were now able to make out that whoever this person was… he was handsome, his tanned skin making his chocolate colored irises stand out which succeeded in capturing even more of your attention. “How’d you get the fish to let you pet them?” You asked, looking over what was visible of the boy from behind his rock.

“U-um they… just, let me…” he said nervously still not wanting to come out from behind the rock, but his eyes scanning you, especially your feet.

You began to swim over to him, trying to get a better look of this stranger, “Please, don’t get any closer!” He yelled, retreating further. You stopped instantly. “H-how many of you are there?” He asked the panic still in his eyes. What was wrong with this boy? Was he a bullied or something?

“Um, just me” You replied carefully not wanting to scare him away. “Sorry, I should introduce myself! I’m (Y/N), and you?”

“U-um… my n-name's… Calum…” He muttered, fidgeting with his hands.

“Nice to meet you, Calum!”  You said with a smile

He smiled. “Nice to meet you, too”, slowly easing himself from behind the rock, meaning he was starting to feel a bit comfortable around you.

"You here by yourself too? You need a ride home? I didn’t see anyone on the beach when we got here.” You asked, smiling trying to be kind to this handsome stranger.

“O-oh… no, I live near here.” He stuttered, as you saw that his gaze quickly went to the ocean but he was still not coming out from behind his rock, well at least he wasn’t as paranoid as he was moments ago.

“Why can’t I come any closer? Are you hurt, do you need help? I don’t bite, please I’d like to be your friend, if that’s okay.”

“F-friend…? I don’t have any of those…” He muttered. “Uh… I think you should stay over there… You wouldn’t like me”.

You smiled and laughed a little. "Nonsense! Why wouldn’t I, you seem like a really nice guy!” You smiled, and swam a little closer.

Oops. You had scared him, he turned and swam away. You thought, for a split second, that you saw something resembling a dolphin tail attached to him, but you had to be seeing things, right? A dolphin tail that has to be absurd. “Hey, wait!” You called, diving in after him.

“Go away!” He yelled. You slowed for a minute. You could hear him as clear as day, and you were under water! how was that possible, had you done that you would be suffocating from the water entering your lungs. You followed him, deeper and deeper. You tried to breathe, and then remembered you couldn’t. You were under water, much deeper than you had ever gone, and wouldn’t make it to the surface in time, before your lungs would automatically try to get air into them. You swam up and swam as fast as you could, but you could no longer hold your breath and finally released it. You felt like you were screaming, although all you were did was deplete your oxygen supply completely. You saw Calum’s face right before you blacked out, and felt pain as water began to fill your lungs and your vision going black.

You woke up on a hard surface, and saw that you were on the rock that Calum was perched when you first saw him. You looked around and saw that he was in the water, casually floating, but still keeping his distance from you. Why was he so afraid of you?

“Are you ok (Y/N)?” he asked with concern laced in his voice, wanting to get closer but he knew that he couldn’t.

“What happened?” you asked feeling your throat burn, most likely from swallowing too much salt water.

“I was swimming away from you and then turned around and saw you were drowning. I quickly brought you back to the surface, and I did what I see your people do and blew air into your mouth, and well you began coughing up water and I guess you’re ok”, he said obviously worried that something bad happened to you, but you were blushing because he had placed his lips on yours.

“Well I guess thank you, you’re my hero, I would have died if it weren’t for you”, you giggled and smiled at him, making him blush because you had called him a hero, something no one ever addressed him as.

“You’re welcome. But if wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have been put into that situation.” He said, and you sensed the guilt in his voice, since he felt that it was somewhat his fault that you almost drowned.

“Hey, it’s not your fault! You didn’t know I’d follow you, which brings me to my next topic. I’m sorry for scaring you”, You apologized, looking him in the eye. He broke your gaze. "But, why’d you swim away from me? I’m not that scary, am I?” You asked, still confused about the topic.

“I… Actually… You’re the scariest thing that I’ve ever seen… but… You interest me, I don’t know why.”

You were taken aback a bit. “I-I’m scary?” not sure on how to react to what he admitted.

“W-well… kind of! But all your kind seems to scare me”.

“My kind?” you said not knowing if you should be insulted or not.

“Yea your kind, humans”, he said nonchalantly.

“Aren’t you human?” you said puzzled.

His eyes widened. He said something that he wasn’t supposed to. He just gave away the secret that his people have kept for who knows how long, he was just supposed to save you and swim away back home. But here when he pressed his lips against yours to give you CPR, there was something that sparked in him, like an electric eel. That small shock kept him there, wanting to see what the cause of that was. You were a unique human, capturing his attention from the moment that you called him, but although you were scary to him, you were also beautiful. So beautiful that part of him knew that you would never hurt him, since he was pretty sure that he had seen you before when you were snorkeling or just on the beach.

But you were still waiting for an answer, “no”, he said, because he couldn’t lie to you.

“Then what are you?” you said starting to feel a little scared yourself.

He swam up to you, his head and chest sticking out of the water looking up at you, “come inside the water and I’ll show you”, he said as his hand came out of the water.

You saw his hand was slightly webbed, instantly shocking you. What was wrong with his hands? You looked down at yours, there was something inhuman about him, but could you trust him? He did just save you, you thought. In the end your curiosity got the best of you and placed your hand in his. webbed or not, his hand was warm, instantly making your stomach churn with shyness. He gently held your hand, similar to the way a prince holds a princess’s hand, and slowly pulled you to the water. he offered his other hand to help you get off the rock, and never once made any quick movements, so he wouldn’t scare you. You were both floating and he swam back a bit and lifted out a turquoise tail out of the water. A tail that was connected to his hips, where his legs should have been.

You were taken aback a bit, for he had a… mermaid tail?! Whoa… was not expecting that… you thought, but quickly smiled, marveling at the sight before your eyes. Noticing the expression on his face, you swam up a bit back to better take a look at Calum.

Except Calum took your backing up at a sign of rejectiontion, quickly pulling his tail into the water, with a worried look on his face, “You don’t like me?” He said, obviously hurt.

“No, no! I do! It’s just; I didn’t expect something as drastic as a tail… But, I don’t have a problem with it! It makes you unique!” you said looking down at the clear water and seeing his tail move and back at him with a smile on your face.

He smiled at your reassurance. “I’m glad you aren’t upset. Normally people scream and run or go for their cameras…”

You smiled. “We’re all different in way. You’re just more… prominent.” He smiled again, swimming closer to you. You felt the fins on his tail touch you every now and then, and knew it was unintentional.

You accepted him, something that he thought that not many humans would do, but he didn’t care because you were enough. You were really different and he was glad that you were kind to him. He spend the whole day showing you amazing places to go snorkeling, which you instantly were glad about, leading you through the water with his webbed hand in yours. And what you enjoyed most was that he would tell school of colorful fish to swim around you, you laughed as you felt the small fish tickle you, making Calum’s heart race. Despite how wrong it was for him to not interact with humans or grow feelings for them, he was breaking the golden rule of his people, but some people are worth breaking them for. And to Calum you were worth breaking any rule, as long as he could make you smile and laugh.

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LUKE   //   ASHTON   // MICHAEL

HERE IS THE Calum MERMAN VERSION, THERE WILL BE A Michael PART JUST GIVE ME LIKE A DAY OR SO. HOPEFULLY THIS WAS ALRIGHT DIDN’T WANT TO DISSAPOINT ANYONE.

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The Support Struggle
  • My ADC: Okay, I'm going to Leeroy Jenkins under the enemy's tower against one guy who has traps and another guy who has hooks and knockup. If I die, it's your fault for not following up.
  • Me: -internally screaming-