#to mess with]. and then i thougt

[fagulaa]

im a grown ass man and im coming up with wolf 359 ocs. dont look at me

[niamhthefae]

just reread season 2 up to 120 and i have so many thougts (that people have probably already had but oh well).

just warning you: this will be a long post

willtressor: i feel so sorry for Will, not the him that kissed Monty but the other him. because the Will that died finally got the answer to the question he was too afraid to ask. He died having finally had the realization about everything he'd felt his entire life and why he was the way he was, and just the "that's 3 times. I've never seen you stick your neck out for anyone else" this is the bravest, the most confident, the most WILL we've seen him. He wasn't groveling, he was challenging Monty, he took charge of the situation. For the duration of the kiss, he reversed their roles. I am so proud of him. But this other Will didn't get that. this other Will has to continue on, being scared and thinking he's so inferior to everyone else. in life he was just one of fourteen kids and in death he still doesn't see himself as any more noticeable or important. This Will never got the resolution he needed and now he's going to probably be so confused and continue to feel forgotten and useless for a while (unless Monty does something)

speaking of Monty- oh my fucking god. At first i didn’t like him, and i still won’t completely excuse some of the things he said and did, but from the flashbacks and the past few chapters it's very evident that this is a severely traumatized man. he's fucked up. and we see that he really cares about Will. he can’t admit it or show it in any way that would be recognizable to anyone else but again, i quote "that's 3 times now, I've never seen you stick your neck out for anyone else" i think what we have to remember about him is that he is a deeply fucked up individual and he has probably had to learn how to defend himself mentally, emotionally and physically. this whole thing he does, i think it's because if he makes everyone hate him on purpose then the rejection is easer and he doesn't have to deal with anybody trying to get close, which is maybe why ada and will piss him off so much: no matter how hard he tries to get rid of them they kept coming back and clinging onto him and acting like he hung the fucking moon and stars (or at least Will does). I think the events of episode 120 will make him do one of two things: become better and treat will properly while being a little haunted. or become worse,more scared and build more (metaphorical) walls and only become meaner. (and i'm starting to think it will be the latter. he'll be scared and haunted and all for a few chapters and then he'll start being crueler to cover up his sexuality panic.

prospero -

Prospero- i'm gonna put away my biases for this one (i think he's really fit). First of all, i called the whole plague thing + OCD tendancies (my best friend has really bad ocd and she suspects i have very very mild ocd ESPECIALLY around germs and mould and bacteria so i know what it looks like) anyway onto the serious talking. Seing prospero get slurred and the way he interracts with his family tells us so much. I'm pretty sure we're in the eighteen tens here and many italian and spanish immigrants were not treated the best, especially because of the mass sickness at the time, which i imagine only worsened Prospero's problems with germs and being unclean. People calling him names and treating him as inferior and some people blaming the plague on the immigrants would probably have made him spiral a little. I am so annoyed at his cousin because they've presumably known each other for a while. We know that because this guy knows exactly how to mess with Prospero, so surely he knows that this has been a thing for a long time? Feeling the way that prospero does about cleanliness doesn't happen overnight and while we don't know about anything before this, we can assume that people in the community would know about it, especially if they are family. I also feel so bad for him because people don't seem to understand. They think he's digusted by them or that he wants to distance himself from them or that he doesn't love them, when in actual fact he just has something going on with him that makes it difficult for him to get close to anyone. Weather he's aroace or just can't get close to anyone or express his love because of whatever is going on with him, we don't know. Red and Flynn could take it in very interesting directions either way, or if there's some secret third thing i'm sure it will be fantastic.

[also, in another universe, prospero could have worked with carlise cullen while he was alive. Someone write the fic.]

Quickfire round (don't have as much rambling or analysis for these)

Duke- duke is hiding behind who he is on stage, he's the fearless fortunato and that means that he will keep being reckless and disregarding the safety of himself and others until he exhausts himself and girlbosses to close to the sun. Only then will he learn. I love him, don't get me wrong. I love this silly little french man, but he needs to stop being so cocky and showing off when they are literally about to die for a second time.

Ada- i feel so sorry for ada. For the majority of this fic i didn't like her, but all she ever really wanted in life and in death was to be loved, and damn can i relate to that. She deserved better. She was annoying and bitchy and kind of a pick me but she deserved better. She was like that because she had to be. Do you think she saw the nurse's outfit and was hit with a strande deja vu? Because it was so similar to her maid's uniform. Ada clings onto anyone she can because all she wants is to be loved, but she'll never get the love she craves. She wants to be cinderella, but she won't marry a prince, she didn't even make it out of the cellar.

Pluto: this guy is really just the human embodiment of a cat isn't he? As a manchester girly i love the lancashire representation with this guy, i've been to blackpool like 10 times for various occasions throughout my life. I think it's a tie between him and Will for my favorite character. (also i can't decide if he is just really gender or really fit)

Unrelated but does anybody know the age range? Like are they adults or teenagers? Because with some of them like pluto and morella and maybe Will and eulalie it seems like they're at least 17 but no older than 19. but with some of the others they're very clearly in their early 20s, like Montressor,duke, prospero and Ada are all deffo above the age of 20, as are our main ladies. That's just my perspective though

Anyway's theres a whole recap of my current Nevermore thoughts. So far in order of obsession my ships are Willtressor Lenore and anabell (idk ship name) And i'm gonna be honest i don’t really ship plukalie but i can't remember any other ships.

Quick theory time: what if the reason Lenore hasn't manifested yet isn't the curse or something. The deans said they would manifest when they felt what they felt when they died. What if when she died, for that split second, lenore felt loved, or content. What if the reason why it hasn't happened is because in order for her to manifest she would need to be happy and feel safe. I don't think she's really properly felt any of those things for more than a short while durning her time at nevermore. Never long enough or completely enough anyway, because for either of those things to be fulfilled she would need annabel, and there is no other way for her to feel what she felt when she died.

(btw please bear in mind i started writing this whole post at 11:35 last night and i have exams so my brain is not braining i should be REVISING not thinking about GAY PEOPLE god damn it)

[thelimalimon]

Zombie!Ghostxreader

A/N: Just me writing my favorite ship dynamic again (this started as some context for a scene I had in mind and then... it turned into this)

You never thought you'd end up on a militar plane, but knowing the reason why you were there on the first place, there was no way you could enjoy it. You didn't even care that there were no windows to look through, after all, the view was quite depressing; the roads, filled with crashed cars that hadn't been moved for weeks, showed how desperate people were to escape the mess that the zombie outbreak had brought.

Tightening the grip on your seat belt, feeling the harsh hold that it had on you, the things around you still looked unreal; the lights poorly lightened the big space inside the plane, currently filled with food, supplies, and what was harder to find this days; human resources.

The soldiers, sat next to the exit seemed unbothered. You hoped they were as calm a they seemed to be, as that made you to stay calm too.

"Stop worrying about them. They won't get to us up here" you heard the lieutenant saying, suggesting you that maybe you didn't look as calm as you thougt you did.

"We'll eventually have to land"

"That's why we are here, with you... and your team" was his answer. He always acted as if everything was so easy. Maybe it was for him. Maybe that was the reason why this man had been chosen to lead the group in charge of protecting the scientists, and, as part of them, you. You didn't even know his name, as he has only ever introduced himself as Ghost. And, even if it made you curious to know what his real name was, in these day and age finding that answer was the last of your concerns, after all, as part of the recruited scientists, your priority was finding a cure, a vaccine, or whatever was necessary to put a stop on this.

You had forgot your conversation with the lieutenant until you saw him taking a hand to his ear. It was not imposible to understand that someone was talking to him. Maybe you had only met the lieutenant for a few weeks, but it had been enoght to learn the subtle changes in his posture and the way he clenched his jaw under his mask that you knew there were no good news.

"We're changing the route" the lieutenant said, talking to his men, but of course, the rest of the scientists and you looked at him too, as there was no other thing to do besides worrying to death. "We're heading towards a near camp as the Bhurtpore Barracks has fallen."

They should give you a price for the sole fact that you didn't get into a panic attack; the Bhurtpore Barracks was supposed to be the safest one remaining in the country. What was now left for them now that they were going to an improvised camp? You didn't know what was ahead, but at least, you could say that the camp looked like the ones in alien invasion movies, as here and there the tents had been planted in the field; the grass gone time ago thanks to the frenetical actiity around the camp, from cars to soldiers that moved quickly and precisely, like if this was any normal day. But it wasn't. It hadn't been for anyone in the last weeks since the outbreak started.

Shortly after you arrived, you were headed towards the improvised lab that was being prepared for the researching team; a white tent, again, just like the ones in alien movies.

"Is E.T. gonna be inside?" You tried to joke, and, at least, you could take a scoff out of the lieutenant.

"Why don't you look out for him? Maybe that glowing finger is gonna solve this whole mess."

At least he was up for some bad jokes, and that was something you were gratedul for, even if it was not for long, as someone called the lieutenant who was quickly back to work and just said goodbye with a quick nod that you didn't have time to give back. Now, all that was left was to start working with... whatever you had here. So, it was no surprise that the rest of the afternoon was spend setting up the improvised lab, just to go to sleep as soon as the night arrived, but as the darkness kept growing, sleeping looked further and further. The idea of ging out was not nice, but under that plastic roof you started to feel like you were on a body bag, like the thousands you have been opening since the search for a cure had started.

It took no time to leave the tent, hugging yourself when you were met with the cold breeze, as you looked at the night sky. You knew it was still the same, but even the night view had changed; the stars glowed with more intensity, and you sweared you had never seen more in the same niight during your life. It was expected, as the luminic contamination had descended.

"You wanna get shot?" You heard a familiar voice, but that didn't stop from getting startled.

"What kind of offer is that?" Your blood rush was evident in your voice, high and shaky, as you entorned your eyes, trying to see better in the dark.

"No one who wants to stay alive is outside at night in a place full of armed soldiers."

"Fair point" but, even if it was, you couldn't help but need to be outside. "But I can't sleep."

"Been there" he answered, fixing the hold on his firearm, before looking back at you. "Still, you should go back to the tent. The others won't..."

The gunshots shutted him up, stopping you from hearing the end of the sentence.

It took you a few second to understand what could be happening. Some rookie had fired by accident? Someone was hunting some animal with a rifle? Maybe two soldiers got into a fight? While thinking of everything excepting for the obvious, you found yourself being pulled away by Ghost.

"Fuck! Move!" He shouted, taking you by the arm and dragging you to... some where. It was dark, and without night vision lens like his, you were mostly lost while followong him. You begged to not trip and fall down right now, or worse, getting attacked, because even if you couldn't see them, you coul hear them; the grunts and growls were easy to recognize, just like the screams of those who had been attacked.

A drouned yelp left your mouth as Ghost turned back to shot a bunch of zombies that were seconds away from attacking you two. This was so much like the first week of the outbreak, and that terrified you.The only thing you had clear was that you should keep runing.

You couldn't tell how much you had run away, or where you were; all you knew was that you were deep in the forest, as the branches that you were breaking while walking and the trees that got in your way could tell.

"What...?" You couldn't believe what had happened. It must be some nightmare, right? You had been trying to sleep a few minutes... or hours ago.

"Calm down" Ghost said, but your heavy breathing was evidence that words were not enough. You felt how he took you by your shoulders and, squeezing them, talked again in a surprinsingly soft voice. "Luv, you hear me? Remember what I told you back at the plane? That's what we are here. That's why I'm here. To keep you safe. So, calm down and make this easier for me."

You nodded, more as a reflex rather than after understanding, but that seemed to be enough for him, as he finally let you go.

"Now, let's keep moving. We need to find somewhere else to be."

"Yeah... sure" you were quick to answer, still feeling like your heart was leaving your chest. You were not used to be in the field, as even as a researcher, you were a staying at the lab all day type. "Sorry, it's my first time... doing this."

"What? Surviving a zombie apocalypse?" He asked, that mockful tone coming back even in this situation. He looked up at the sky, confirming once again that it was pitch black, meaning it would take some more hours for the sun to come, before lookkng back to you. "It's everybody's first."

***

By the time you woke up it was early in the evening. Your eyes, still heavy from tiredness, had a difficult time realizing what was going on; the improvised shelter greeted you, but Ghost was nowhere to be seen, and, for a second, you thought he had left you alone in the middle of nowhere.

You looked around, trying not to panic, as you quickly got up and out, finding yourself under the gray sky before you saw Ghost, looking at a package that you two had opened and eaten last night; it was one of those army lunches that the soldiers carried around in cases of emergency like this.

"It's our first day and we are running out of food" he said before you could ask something, looking back at you.

"Not the best news to wake up to, to be honest" you said, passing a hand through your hair, knowing pretty well the dangers (and the time) that meant to keep traveling by foot while looking for food at the same time..

"That's why I tried to let you sleep for longer" and then, taking a knife out of one of his pockets, handed it to you. "In case you need it."

"Thanks" you said, not so sure how to take that. Of course you didn't want to be in a situation were you'll need it, but you still needed to have one.

"Next step is finding a place for the night and then..." you looked at the same direction as him, finding a zombie getting out of the trees, slowly walking towards you. "It seems we have some company."

Looking at them outside a lab environment was somethkng you couldn't get used to, but fortunately, Ghost walked towards it, a knife in hand, but just as he was about to attack the zombie his arm made whatt looked like an involuntary movement, almost spasmodic, making him let the knife go.

Probably he would've had the situation under control if you hadn't run towards the zombie, holding one of the riffles that Ghost had left on the ground, using it as a bat to hit the zombie again and again. But you couldn't help it, not when so many theories were running around your mind. Still, you didn't need to kill the undead, as Ghost, with a quick shot, took him down, leaving you with the riffle swinging in the air, in an interrumped hit.

"You didn't have to do that" but you didn't care about it. You looked at him, still wishing you were overreacting and it was just an innofensive muscle cramp.

You took a step towards him and raised your finger in front of his eyes, wanting this test to be negative. "Follow it."

At first he looked confuswd, but at soon as he realizwd what this was about he started walking away without looking back at you. Great. He was going to make this difficult.

"Lieutenant!"

"Stop with this bullshit"

You grunted, frustrated that he was not letting you take care of this, as you only needed to look once at the zombie laying down in the ground, with a puddle of thick dark blood around the bullet wound for a terrorific image to appear in your mind; that could have been Ghost, laying there. You'll have to keep inssting.

"I'll stop when I'm sure there is nothing to worry about."

"Well, stop worrying. There's nothing to worry about" his voice was stern and sharp like a knife, one that yould easily picture being pointed at you, making you wonder if he was actualy scared about it. You would be if you were him.

"You can't decide that."

That's when he finally turned back at you, clenched fists and a furious look meeting your worried self. "Just shut up and listen to me" It was the first time he talked at you in that way, and now, you could understand how he had gotten were he was, but now was not a time to act like a coward.

He seemed to doubt, almost like considering if he had gone a bit far. "I told you I'll keep you safe, and that's what I'll do. Again, make this easier for me."

As he turned his back on you and keep walking, you were left there, feeling stupid while holding a riffle that you barely remember how to use.

You cleared your throat; you couldn't blame him, as everyone was on their nerves since the outbreak started, but you wouldn't let this slide. Even less as it was about him.

"You don't have to do this" you said, trying not to sound too hurt. You didn't have the right. "I can't... fight, take down zombies or... do the things you do, but I want to return the favor and take care of you too, okay? Is that too much to ask?"

His answer came in the lack of one, as the silence was filled only with his steps. He didn't even care to look back at you and see if you were following him.

But you did, to the point you were enough to take him by his arm, your hand met with thousands of layers of thick clothes, and finally he looked back at you.

"You're going to let me check you, youre going to cooperate, and you'll let me take care of it, understood?" Your grip was firm, but still, nothing that he couldn't get away from.

You actually expected him to do it.

He didn't.

"Just do it quick."

You didn't need to hear him. At first you had been so insistent to know if it was what you thought, but now that you could actually have the answer... you didn't want it. But you had to look for it.

"Show me."

He understood what you meant. After taking all the layers of clothes that were on the way he showed you; starting from his neck to the base of his shoulder a scratch was turning into an ugly green. One that you had seen all the times in the wounds thst had turned people part of the undead.

"This happened recently. When did you get it?"

"The night we ran away from the camp."

That night the zombies had attacked you from everywhere, and if he had been alone, probably he would have left sooner. Maybe that meant he had gotten it when he had been helping you get away. Maybe, if he hadn't take you with him he wouldn't... "Knowing that, helping you it's the least I could do."

He sighed and looked back at you, tired eyes metting your worried ones. "There's nothing you can do, luv. At least, not now, and not for me."

You hated he was right, but for this time, you wouldn't tell him that, at least, not directly. "It won't stop me from trying" you were already starting to clean the scratch trying to, at least, avoid an infection that would worsen the one that surely would be expading by now. "We can have this conversation for as long as you wantt, but you should know by now that I'm as stubborn as you."

When he seemed relieved after hearing your words you couldn't help but smile, even if you were terrified of the fact that you will have to help him get through this, already knowing how it will end. You have seen it so many times at the lab that you could classify this as stage one following the score imposed by what remained of the goverment; the first signs of compromised nervous function were already there, with easily missed spasmodics movements, anormalities in pupil reaction, and you could go on, but the diagnosis wouldn't have changed even if you had decided to do a lab test; the spreading infection started at the scratch, but most importantly; Ghost had been right. There was nothing you could do besides taking care of him the best way you could.

But that was the last time you two touched the subject.

"There's no time for that when I need to get you at the closest base" was what he had said the last time you tried to bring back the topic. And soon, you learned that, to take care of him, he'll let you do it as long as you didn't named it like what it was.

And it hurted. Like now, where you could see how the few zones of his skin that were exposed were slowly turning gray; how his eyes were getting lost in the distance: how he asked you to wait for him while he got lost for longer periods of time. You assumed he just wanted some time alone, and to be honest, you couldn't say no.

"We're parting ways here" he said, one morning, after you two had breakfast; or at least you had had, as he had been refusing to it for the last few days, labeling as innecessary.

You were about to protest with something that would probably be the most stupid excuse ever, but he didn't let you try it.

"You, more than anyone else, know what will happen. I don't want you to see it" he pulled something from his neck and then handed it to you.

You were confused at first, but then you realized he had given you his dogs tags; in them the name Simon Riley was getting blurry by the pass of time, and you... didn't want this to be the way it would end.

"You know I don't want to make this difficult for you, lieutenant, but... you're not making this easier for me neither" you said, firmly, while your hands clenched around the dog tags, trying to hide how much they were shaking.

"That's why I'm giving them to you" he walked towards you, and you could see how evident it was that his movements were turning stiff and hard to control. "Show them when you arrive at the base and tell them you were with me. They'll let you in."

You felt like breaking down in tears at any moment, from sadness to fear, but you'll have to be strong, at least, for him.

"I'll do" you nodded, not sure if you could. "But I expect to see you around there too. You'll be the first to... get the cure as soon as it works."

Was it a childish dream? Sure, but, what was left in a world where the impossible must be done every day? But you knew you were not too wrong when he agreed, with a nod. "See you later, luv."

You couldn't help but hug him, tight, trying not to pour your whole heart in it.

He hug you back, for a few seconds, and then, he left.

***

Even if you imagined that day would come, you couldn't believe it had happened so soon. Weeks ago you were arriving at the camp site, and now you had been three days by your own, and it was enough to feel lik you were losing your mind. What were you suppose to do now? It was not the fact that you two had been taking care of each other; it was also because, now, you were truly alone, as no matter who else may get in your way, because you were sure you wouldn't be able to trust them. No if you wanted to stay alive.

Now, the question was how to do it? For how long you could?

Fuck... who cared about that? You wanted him back. You wanted to be able to walk next to Simon, trying to light each other's mood with a joke worse than the last one, with him hissing every time you cleaned the wound, how he would stay awake, even if you assured him it was your turn to be on watch when the night fell over you two. When the world had come down he had been there for you, and now, he had been taken away, and it had been all your fault.

Was your crying what attracted a nearbie zombie? You didn't know. But what you did knew, when you saw the zombi getting coser, was that you should run as fast as you could hoping that, with a little bit of luck the zombie would be left behind.

But you wanted to? Was it worth it? Even if you made it to the camp, nothing would assure you that it was still there, or even if they'll let you in, with or without Simon's dog tags.

By the time you thought about it, the zombie had launched towards you, giving you time enough to close your eyes. Maybe you'll meet Simon sooner than what you had thought. But the attack never arrived.

When got enough courage to open your eyes, you found an unexpected image; the zombie that had tried to attack you was already on the ground, with someone tearing his skin up, painting with his blood the leaves on the ground with a dark red.

For a few secons, you could onlly hear the grunts of the remaining zombie that eventually got up; and there was Simon, tall and dangerous as always, but this time he was on the other side of the gun... a gun you didn't dare to raise, and even less, point at him. This was not how you had expected to meet again. But you were not the same person, just as he would never be, no matter what you two had promised to each other.

He walked towards you, his steps heavy, just as your heart.

"Simon, please... Stay back" it hurted that the first time you got to call him for his actual name he wouldn't be able to answer. At least, not the way you would've wanted to.

He didn't stop, neither showed any sign that he had understand you. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You were not expecting him to be the first zombie you'll have to shot.

It didn't matter; he was close enough for you to be able to smell the blood that was dropping from his mouth. And once again, you just stayed there, not being able to do anything more than fill your eyes with tears that tried to soothe your aching heart.

Simon got closer, and closer, and closer until you could feel his breath on you; you thought this was the end, that he'd launch towards you and make you his next meal, as he had done with the other zombie. But he didn't. He just stayed there, almost sniffing you, as a low growl left his throat every now and then.

"Simon...?" you tried calling him, and, this time, it actually caught his attention, as he stopped sniffing you around and instead met your eyes too. Was this an hallucination? Something that you wanted to see so bad that your mind was making for you? Even if it was just an illusion you were willing to take it.

Your mind went back to the zombie he had taken down and gave him a sad smile, looking at the bloody mess he was now. "Thanks for coming back for me."

Maybe he remembered what he had told you; that he was there, with you, and that'll make sure you'd be safe.

And when he growled back, in something that almost sounded like a answer, you knew that if you were losing your mind, at least he was the best one to do it with.

[perryelornitorrinco]

Hi saw that you're taking art requests could you please draw Legend and Four (if you only want to draw one of them that's fine)

Have a nice day

I laughed a lot when Legend had flashbacks from the bunny situation when Four brought the shadow crystal so I thougt that Four (Blue) messed with Legend by bringing it out while Twi was healing XDDD.

Thank you sm for the request!!

I hope you like it🥹💕🩷!!!

[star-writez]

Jax x depressed gn angst to fluff

(This oneshot was requested by a user on wattpad so if you want to let yourself be known)

(Anyways enjoy!)

~2nd person pov~

Jax has always had a crush on you and it was quite obvious to everyone

Well...Accept you of course

You were the only person he was actually somewhat nice to you

Yes he still teased you a little here but he was still super friendly to you

You two were best friends and you two were basically inseparable

But lately it's been different

You started staying in your room more and you started acting more hopeless and empty on the inside

Which was weird cause you always were full of happiness and hope for life even when it got rough

Jax was quite cornered by this point

It's already been a week since you started acting like this

So jax decided to finally do something about this

Jax was walking down the hallway looking for your room

He had only been to your room a few times but he couldn't really remember that much about it

Jax continued to walk picking up his pace getting more worried

It was weird for jax to act like this most of the time jax acted like a jerk but he was actually...acting sort of nice?

After he finally found your door he pulled out a key

He had keys to everyones rooms which was actually a good thing in this instance

Jax finally unlocked your door quickly running into your room

"Hey y/n are you in here?" jax asked quickly looking around trying to find you

Starting to get a little cornered again

But after a few seconds you came out from under your blanket

"Hey...." you said looking very miserable and a total mess

"Oh my god y/n you look like a total mess!" jax exclaimed still seeming very cornered "are you actually concerned about me?" you asked seeming a tiny bit shocked that jax could actually act nice "of course I am you're my friend!" jax said crossing his arms getting a little annoyed you thougt he didn't care about you "I know...I know...." you said yawning and rubbing your eyes looking very sleep deprived "are you ok y/n?....you look absolutely miserable?" jax asked putting one of his gloved hand on your cheek making you look at him "just...a little bit tired and depressed..." you said sighing again blushing a tiny bit at the physical touch "why didn't you tell me?!" jax asked getting annoyed again not wanting you to suffer in silence "well I didn't want to bother you..." you said sounding very guilty trying to look away but jax had a tight grip on your cheek "you never annoy me y/n...I want to tell me if you are ever struggling with anything...I'm here for you...." jax said his words sounding very genuine like he REALLY cared for you "ok...." you said still blushing a little feeling a tiny bit better now that jax was here "this may sound a bit weird but um...can I give you some cuddles?" jax asked becoming a bit awkward realizing that maybe he shouldn't have said anything "....that actually sounds very nice....sure" you said starting to smile softly

Jax started to get a tiny bit excited then he scooped you up in his arms carrying you over to your messy bed sitting you down then he sat down rapping his arms around you keeping you close to him

"I hate it here....I wish I could leave" you said pausing for a moment as you looked at him directly in the eyes "but... being with you makes me actually feel slightly happiness..." you said starting to smile again but then jax became a dark shade of crimson becoming very flustered at your words but he didn't look away he just stared back at you

There was a awkward silence for a minute or two but then jax spoke up finally

"Do you uh...um.......love me?" jax asked becoming very flustered and awkward again "yes....yes I do..." you said starting to blush s lot again being overwhelmed by emotions

"Do you love me?" you asked your eyes starting to sparkle a little as you continued to blush your heart pounding quickly

"I love you a lot..." jax muttered not used to loving someone or even being loved his ears trying to cover his face seeming slightly embarrassed then you grabbed his face giving him a quick but loving kiss which made jax's heart melt (not literally don't worry)

"So does this mean we're like officially together?" jax asked seeming a little confused not really knowing how relationships really work

"Yes does does mean we're together..." you said holding jax close to you hurrying your face in his chest which made him wrap,his arms around you trying to keep you as close as possible

After a few minutes you finally fell asleep getting the sleep you obviously needed

Jax sighed looking down at you smiling softly

"Sleep well darling...."

[myloveobbsessed]

Ｂｉｇ Ｂｉｔｅｓ

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I thougt this would be fun short post to do its based of this tik Tok trend:

Matching my bf eating pace

Toji x reader

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I feel like Toji would be the type to take large bites of his food chew for a few seconds before swallowing.

He probably skip the chewing part fr.

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You saw this trend and decided it would be fun to do it with your boyfriend.

So when the two of you got lunch some burritos and got back home you set the camera up out of his line of sight so he wouldn't ask questions.

Settling down he gets ready to start eating his burrito so you do too looking at him he picks up his burrito and doesnt waste a second before taking a big bite of his food you do this same opening your mouth wide to try and mimick his bite. Having to shove so extra food in your already full mouth.

As you try to match Toji’s bite, you quickly realize how much of a challenge it is. You stuff your mouth with extra food, trying to keep up with his massive bite, but it’s a struggle not to laugh. Toji notices you, raising an eyebrow mid-chew, clearly wondering why you’re trying to mimic him so obviously.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice muffled through his full mouth, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as you try to hold in your laughter, cheeks puffed from the burrito.

You take a few seconds to swallow your food before answering “eating”

Toji narrows his eyes a bit, clearly not convinced, but he lets it slide with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah? Looks like you’re trying to eat like a bear,” he teases, taking another large bite of his burrito. You can’t help but chuckle, trying your best to keep up with him without giving away the fact you’re recording the whole thing.

“Just hungry, I guess,” you reply, playfully shrugging. He shakes his head, still amused but clearly not entirely buying it.

You mimic Toji’s bite again, your mouth practically bursting with burrito, and you try your best not to laugh or choke at the same time. Toji glances at you, raising a brow. “You good? You’re eating like it’s a competition.”

He barely chews his food before going in for another bite, and you glance at the camera, holding back your laughter. You quickly follow suit, stuffing more into your already full cheeks, feeling like a squirrel hoarding food. Toji narrows his eyes, clearly catching on to something.

“…Are you messing with me?” he asks, suspicious.

You stifle another laugh putting a hand over your mouth. “No I'm just eating babe” your words muffled from the food.

Toji gives you a long, hard stare, clearly not buying it, but he doesn’t say anything. He takes another big bite of his burrito, chewing slowly as if testing you. You mimic him again, stuffing your mouth full and struggling to keep from bursting into laughter.

After swallowing, Toji smirks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re terrible at hiding things, you know that?”

You swallow downing some of your drink to wash the food down. As you take some time to breath. “Why do you take such large bites it's inhumane”

Toji raises an eyebrow, smirking as he leans back a bit. “It’s called efficiency, sweetheart. Why waste time on small bites when you can get the job done in one go?”

He watches you down your drink, clearly amused by your struggle to keep up. “You’re the one trying to copy me. Not my fault you can’t handle it.” He gives you a teasing grin, taking yet another large bite to drive the point home.

“Well I like to savor my food take my time not eat like its my last meal” you reply giving up on copying him worried for your life. As you watch him finish his burrito withing three bites.

Toji chuckles, clearly entertained by your reply. “Savor it all you want, but if you wait too long, it’ll get cold.” He finishes his burrito, brushing his hands off like he’s just conquered a challenge.

He leans back, looking satisfied, then glances at you with a smirk. “At least you’ve got more to enjoy since you take your time.”

“Yes cause that's the right way to eat food you Vaccum”

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[smtsmtblablabla]

Hadeficent headcanons (rise of red universe)

Ok, I´ll do it myself. These are some thougts about how they acted in school, around other people and alone.

Hades does not give two shits about Uliana, he is just there for maleficent (and the drama entertains him)

Maleficent on the other hand is in her insecure era, not yet having found her footing in the evil business and Uliana is loud enough for her to want a bit of that spotligth.

If anyone looks funny at Maleficent, they will have their hair burnt, period.

Every valentines day he gives her a bouquet of dead flowers in public and then bright pink roses in private (people tend to forget that Maleficent has a whole thing with roses too, before Beauty and the beast and even the queen of hearts, so for me they are secretly her favorite flower);

They use magic to talk thelepaticaly, that´s why they almost never actually speak in public.

Hades belives wholeheartly that Maleficent is going to be a great fairy someday.

They share jewelry;

SavvyDevine666 wrote on a ao3 fic that they get more detention for improper pda than for being evil and u know what, canon.

If we are stepping into thet sort of territory I will ask for any -18 to get out bc things will start to get a bit nasty.

We all agree that Hades is the top rigth? Like, he just has that kind os energy to me;

Maleficent is that kind of girl that is all tough in public but in any intimate situation turns into a soft needy mess;

The best sex is angry sex, and boy do they have a lot of those.

They trust each other. Like really trust, to the point that is a bit scary to them.

fell free to add anything if u want! They are being my main brainrot these past few days, I had to write smt about them

[spirit-lanterns]

Casino AU women finding out that pathetic women drive Bunny!Reader bonkers, like every patron is tended and cared for but those blushing messes are coddled by her. The utter confusion and creeping realization.

They thougt that Robin was a fluke but even then she's rich so it was considered more of an keeping act so Robin would come more often but when Firefly came onto the stage? And they couldn't tear Bunny!Reader away?

👁👄👁

Wouldn’t it be funny if some of the dominant HSR women (Like Kafka, Topaz, Acheron, etc.) tried to act pathetic to get Reader to do the same for them?

It’d look ridiculous and Reader would totally see through their act, but the thought of seeing all the dominant women trying to act cute and pathetic like Firefly is really funny to think about. Poor Reader is left laughing instead of swooning, and just pats all the women on the head while going back to Firefly, saying something along the lines of “just be yourself. there’s only one Firefly that I love, and that’s Firefly herself.”

The poor, poor dominant women… 💔

[critter-genfic-events]

Alternate Meetings Fics!

Ever wonder what it would have been like if your favorites didn't meet in a tavern (or fighting some chairs?). Maybe if canon was a little darker, or sometimes a little kinder. Maybe they got to meet a little earlier, or missed their cue? Well, here's six fics that explore this behind the cut - and as always, comment and kudos if you like them!

kintsukuroi (broken pieces laced with gold) by Ford_Ye_Fiji (34932,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Caleb Widogast & Nott the Brave

AU Series where Veth rescues Caleb from Vergesson

Reccer says: Have you ever wanted early Caleb to be even more messed up and Caleb and Nott to be even more codependent? Because this is the series for you! Lots of amazing hurt/comfort

The Star and the Wildflower by devil_seabird_king (ShaaKi) (8173,Teen) Warnings: suicidal thougts Pairings: Caduceus Clay & Essek Thelyss

A series where Essek is taken to the Clays for healing as a child, and meets Caduceus then

Reccer says: Usually when you see this pairing, it's at the end of their long lives - it's really fun to see how they could influence each other as children

Deep Seas, Deep Secrets by RedTeamShark (1496,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Fjord & Jester

They’re each other’s little secret. Jester, sneaking out of her room late at night. Fjord, swimming away from the safety of the depths. (A fic where Fjord is a mermaid and Jester visits him from the docks)

Reccer says: Mermaid Fjord! Fjord making a pact for legs! This is amazing!

Precipice by faridsgwi (29215,Teen) Warnings: Pairings:

In the early 800s, the Empire conquered and annexed the Menagerie Coast. Now, as the Dwendalian military machine continues to demand fresh recruits for their war in the northern wildlands, a group of young conscripts in Rexxentrum find their destinies drawn close together.

Reccer says: There's so much here! I love the concept and the worldbuilding, and it's fun to see how and when canon will intersect with the story - and what all has changed

where the ache came from by cestmabiologie (1703,General) Warnings: Choose not to warn Pairings: Laudna & Imogen Temult, Imogen Temult & Otohan Thull

AU where Imogen was raised with her mother adjacent to the Ruby Vanguard - Imogen and Laudna meet for the first time at the Malleus Key in the Tishtan excavation site.

Reccer says: It's so fun how this plays with canon and imagines an Imogen that was raised in a much colder environment.

Otherwise by Erisette (13783,Not Rated) Warnings: none Pairings: Kaylie & Scanlan Shorthalt, Scanlan Shorthalt & Vox Machina

"Every year you've been alive is a year I could have been a better person." (Scanlan meets Kaylie when she's a baby. It changes nothing and it changes a lot.)

Reccer says: I love every character in this and the insights into them. I just would've loved for the fic to be longer!

This is one of our weekly communally-generated gen rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation. Please note that the summary and content notes are provided by the reccer, and may be different than what the author has provided. Please assume good intentions all around. <3

And hey, anyone includes you!

November 1st, it'll be time for Beauregard Lionett - followed by One shots, Imogen, and then Character Studies!

Any fics coming to mind? Well, then use this form to submit!

If you're looking for some more, check out some fics written in the critter genfic bingo tag, or the older rec lists! Or you can request your own card and join in on the fun!

[nina-ya]

im obsessed with the law that plays guitar 😍😍

UM so like basicslly my idra was so law is users guitar teacher but user is lowk like REALLY nervous around law bc DAMN hes hot 😭…

also js some random shit (because i play guitar and NEED to add this) bro the reader/me idk gets unmotivated easily cause burnout (😓😓) but once she gets some praise or acknowledgment thats motivation for the next MONTH bro

I LOVE READING UR FICS RAAGGHFHGGF 🫶🫶

A/N: Oh my goddddd you are making me remember the various Law as a guitar player art that ive seen and I simply don’t think I can recover from these thougts

Pairing: Guitar teacher!Law x reader CW: Nothing really, gets suggestive at the end. WC: 1313

You had dabbled with the guitar for a while on your own, trying to teach yourself through youtube videos and various apps, but it was clear that you couldn’t do it on your own and you needed some professional guidancel. The idea of having a guitar teacher had always intrigued you, but when you looked into the options available, it quickly became apparent that the established instructors came with a high price tag. That's when you discovered a newer face at the local music shop: Trafalgar Law. His rates were considerably more reasonable, given his limited reputation. It seemed like an excellent opportunity to learn without breaking the bank. You decided to sign up for weekly lessons on the spot.

The first lesson finally arrived, and as you entered the small room where your lessons were to take place, your eyes fell upon Trafalgar Law, and you felt your heartbeat quicken, and an unexplainable wave of flustered nerves washed over you. Was it stage fright, the fear of messing up, or the anticipation of embarrassing yourself in front of your new teacher? These were the excuses you tried to convince yourself with, but deep down, you knew there was something else at play. 

It wasn't just the usual nerves one might experience when meeting a new instructor. No, it was something more. Trafalgar Law was not just any teacher; he was, to put it mildly, extremely good-looking. His charming attitude and striking features made it impossible for you to deny that his presence had left you feeling more than a little flustered. You tried to focus on the task at hand, convincing yourself that it was merely a case of first-day jitters.

As you settled in for your first lesson, you couldn't help but notice the effortless way his fingers moved across the fretboard, coaxing out gorgeous melodies and tunes. You hung on to his every word, absorbing the knowledge he gave to you like a sponge. 

You desperately clung to the hope that your attraction to your guitar teacher was a temporary thing, a mere crush that would dissipate over time. After all, you were there to learn music, not to fall for your instructor. Or so you tried to tell yourself.

The weekly lessons persisted, and to your frustration, the initial infatuation with Law had not dissipated. His presence remained a constant distraction, making it challenging to concentrate on the music. Despite your internal struggles, the two of you gradually developed a small friendship, exchanging stories and getting to know each other beyond the realm of music. While the interactions were enjoyable, the persistent thoughts about Law continued to linger in the back of your mind.

On this particular day, you found yourself in the lesson room, tuning your guitar, running through different chords and riffs as a warm-up while waiting for Law to arrive. The sound of rain tapping against the windowpane outside added a calming ambiance to the room. When Law finally rushed in, apologizing for his tardiness, he swiftly peeled off his rain-soaked hoodie, revealing a sight you hadn't witnessed before. As the fabric caught on his shirt, it rode up just enough to expose an almost teasing glimpse of his well-defined abs and the faint happy trail leading down his stomach, not to mention the v-lines that subtly drew your attention. Typically obscured by his hoodies during lessons, now you were granted an unexpected visual feast, taking in not just the ink decorating his hands but also the tattoos covering his arms and the one teasingly peeking from the collar of his shirt across his chest. The eyeful you had just observed made your face flush with heat and your heart rate quicken. How were you supposed to concentrate on the music now? As Law set his sweater aside, he shot a sly look in your direction, a subtle smirk playing on his lips as he seemed to catch on to your flustered state, evidently aware of the effect his unintentional exposure had on you.

Law continued the lesson, attempting to maintain a semblance of normalcy despite the obvious distraction. However, this time, you couldn't seem to get your act together. It was as though all your prior knowledge of the guitar had simply vanished, leaving you in a constant state of disarray. Frustration and fluster took hold of you as you fumbled through chords and riffs, repeatedly missing the mark. It was a struggle to concentrate, and your attempts to impress your exceptionally attractive teacher were continually ruined, leaving you feeling like a hopeless mess in his presence.

Law's perceptive nature became evident as he sensed your growing frustration. Setting aside his guitar, he rose from his seat and crossed the room to where a piano bench was located. He dragged it closer to both of you, taking a seat on it, his legs straddling each side of the bench. "Come here," he beckoned, tapping the space in front of him. Confusion flickered across your face, but you complied, rising from your seat and making your way over to the piano bench. He gestured for you to sit down, and as you did, he corrected you, "Backwards, sit so that your back is facing me."

Making the adjustment, you settled in, and as you did, you couldn't help but notice Law subtly shifting closer until your back was pressed against his chest. The proximity was closer than you'd ever expected, and as if this lesson couldn't become any more complicated, you found yourself in this incredibly intimate position, your mind racing as the lines between the professional and personal blurred further as the lesson went on.

Your thoughts were abruptly halted as Law's arms wound around you. His took control of your hands, positioning your fingers on the frets and guiding the pick into the correct grip His touch gentle yet firm, as he navigated you through the challenging passages. Yet, amidst the guidance, your focus shifted away from the music, your attention caught by his closeness and the feeling of Law's hands enveloping yours. The overwhelming feelings seemed to dominate your thoughts, distracting you from the task at hand.

Coming back to reality when Law released your hands, he encouraged you to attempt the passage once more. You followed his instructions, albeit with a slightly trembling start, but as you persisted, the notes began to flow more smoothly. A smirk slowly spread across his face, accompanied by an encouraging comment, "Good job, you're improving." The praise raised a surge of confidence within you, a genuine smile gracing your lips as you replayed the passage once again. Law's smirk grew, his words of affirmation continuing to fall from his lips.

A bold idea took root in your mind, and you decided to make a daring move. Pointing to a particular riff, you claimed that you needed help with it. You had played that riff numerous times before without issue, and Law was undoubtedly aware of this, yet, he didn't hesitate to oblige, his arms once again snaking around your body, his chest pressing firmly against your back. As his hands guided yours over the strings, his lips inched closer to your ear, his voice taking on a sultry and intimate tone. He whispered a string of phrases that transitioned from the typical encouragements like 'you've got this' and 'you're doing very well' to something far more provocative, like 'you're doing so well for me,' 'such a good, good student' and ‘you’re so lucky to have me as your teacher.’ The boundary between professionalism and personal attraction blurred even further.

The increasingly intimate moment was interrupted by the chime of an alarm, signaling the end of your lesson and the start of Law's next appointment. As you made your way home, your guitar teacher's presence continued to occupy your mind, leaving you eagerly anticipating next week's lesson.

[jespardon]

I saw you answer an ask about nsfw cheavy headcannons and wanted to ask if you had any for good ol sniper? I CANNOT stop brain rotting over the bushman.

Personally i adore the absolute sub sniper hc but im pretty sure im in the minority there.

oh trust me you do NOT want to get me started on nsfw sniper headcanons (/j). my friend eddie and i are out there playing 4d chess with the poor guy's sexuality.

Baaaasically we're going off the assumption Snipes is a cis guy with some amount (?) of gender feelings, a whole lot of denial around his attraction to men, AND socially awkward from spending most of the time alone.

So we're taking this guy who grew up with barely no friends, spent most of his adult time alone, had both infinite time and no real experience to figure out his sexuality, and putting him in a base with 8 handsome sweaty mercs >:)

Sub sniper is absolutely based. Sub sniper that tries to be assertive cause that's what's expected of tall "rough" men like him, but folding under the slightest challenge or teasing back. Sub sniper who is sooo focused on pleasing his partner correctly because he's afraid of messing up a good interaction.

Object based paraphernalias. The guy is a pining machine and loves mementos. A spy's discarded glove, engie's belt, pyro's boots, an empty bottle from demo that he reuses to drink out of and get his lips where demo's were 🥰

So Much Repressed Lust. Probably uncomfortable with his body and the concept of physical attraction so there's a lot of room for angst to fluff to spice here >:] Spy plays with his weaknesses here a lot

When it comes to sniperspy specifically, there's months or even years of those "it's so convoluted is it even sex ?" situations. Fights that turn into feverish fully dressed humping sessions then resume into a fight. Spy getting sniper off fully cloaked then disappearing just as fast. Mind games and knowing glances exchanged.

TW Unhealthy relationship dynamics : we hc that whichever spy we ship him with has a voyeuristic tendency and observes sniper just living his life at first, but eventually witnessing deeply embarassing debased sniper moments. These can even be used later as leverage to coax sniper into not killing him instantly when he eventually intrudes in his van >:3

Which brings us to : first thoroughly sexual encounter between them is initiated by spy breaking into sniper's van and questioning the bushman on why the hell he keeps one of spy's old gloves.

I have a looot more i just barely woke up and need to gather my thougts... And also some of these are better off staying secret for a while so that i may express them through art instead >:3

[peachshadows]

I have been reading your SD AU and I had a thougt so thougt I could share.

c!Mei, somehow travels thru dimensions and is wreaking everything looking for c!Mk

Somehow she finds out where Mk is and breaks in the castle like;

"WHERE THE

FUCK

IS MY BEST FRIEND?"

They try to restrain her, she melts the restrains, she nearly melts the heaven realm until Mk appeared like "Hi Mei, I missed you :D" and then she tackle-hugs him.

Bonus;

SD!Wukong: See? I told you I didn't cheat🥰

SD!Mac:…That's what you're getting from this entire situation?

sd!Macaque: Wukong the entire celestial realm is on the brink of collapse and that's what ur getting from this entire situation???

sd!Wukong: ofc it is! I would rather have the entire world realm burn down if it meant I could have u in my arms again

sd!Macaque:

sd!Macaque: Wukong you fucking idiot-

c!Mei: wow can't believe they're still a mess in this universe

MK: ikr

[goreadyourheartout]

REVIEW OF SCARLET BY MARRISA MEYER

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

Yeah this ate. I thought Cinder was good… well boy oh boy did this one surpass everything. Scarlet and Wolf are my favorite couple so far, and I fear they will stay there. I adore their dynamic and fantastic dialogue together. Thorn is so real, very much giving Flynn Ryder energy and knowing a little about the next book Cress, he’s literally perfect. This book was much more fun to engage with. That’s 100% because there is less world building/setting up needed and Meyer was really just able to play with what was already there, able to focus on plot and character much more. If you are a reader who focuses more on characters and their relationships with each other, this series is for you! The plot is simple and pretty straightforward, which really allows the characters to shine! So far everyone has a dead relative… which is unfortunate but you know… gotta give the characters trauma for their development. All and all this was fantastic and I cannot wait for the next one!

QUICK THOUGTS!!

Wolf is literally so iconic, obssesed

Scarlet I would quite literally die for you

THE TRAINNNNNNNNN… yeah I ate that up girl

Loving the older characters! As a 22y/o reading YA it’s good to see someone who isn’t 16…

The queen literally needs to chill, she’s insane

Cinder practicing her powers slay 💅

Kai I’m so sorry your life is literally a mess rn, your girl needs to just figure some things out real quick

Literally his chapters are like “here’s how my life keeps getting more insane and I haven’t slept in a fucking week”

Manifesting it gets easier for you king <3

[pillowspace]

Are souls a thing in you au? Do gods have souls? Is there an after life? Do all gods have a life span or just the weaker ones? Are ghosts/wandering spirits a thing?(I am drowning in angsty thougts I need my blorbos to be happy)

I would say souls do exist, because I have future scenes planned with Eclipse that imply Sunna and Meno's souls kinda... spill out into their environment in a sense?

I'm not entirely sure what form of afterlife exists yet. I tended to imagine that, when Meno would die (which they did not), they would lose all personality and such, and become one with the moon itself. Like a soul returning to its source. The moon would have a drifting consciousness, but it wouldn't really have complex thought. This is currently the placeholder for what happens to a god that dies, and I may change that if I do change my mind. Up to you

Meno's case of having a lifespan was abnormal. When I say "weaker," I mean the higher gods just straight up messed up Meno's creation. That just doesn't happen to other gods, unless their creation also goes wrong. A demi-god could still have a lifespan, though longer, but not all demi-gods do

Ghosts are real in CSD, but I genuinely don't know if that includes gods yet, unless you count that drifting consciousness I described as a wandering spirit

[k-l-bryan]

Veilguard Dream

Had a Veilguard-centric dream last night, and Im hoping someone with better writing skills than me can make it into something.

So, Rook has been poisoned while out on a solo mission with Lucanis. He's panicking (fully convinced she was hurt because of him; the man is a mess), but manages to get her back to the Lighthouse. Bellara and Emmerich are there, and Bellara is trying to snap Lucanis out of his freak out to ask him about the poison while Emmerich and Manfred do their best to stabalise her in the mean time.

Eventually, Rook is saved; and when she wakes up the first thing she asks for is Lucanis (she knows he'd blame himself even though she doesnt). Bellara and Emmerich kind of glance at each other and say he isnt there at the moment.

Lucanis has gone to deal with whoever hurt Rook, and when he eventualy gets back he starts hardcore avoiding her because he feels so guility about her getting hurt and doesnt want that to happen again. How deeply the thougt of loosing her affected him has him shook to his core. There's no relationship between the two at the moment (even though the chemistry at the moment is obvious to the rest of the Veilguard).

Unfortunatley, I woke up before I saw how things ended up, but that was my dream. Veilguard can't come soon enough. >.<

[laura19992506]

Sleep over

Jay jay limps in to the classroom and all the boys think that jay jay and Kefer slept together and Kefer doesn't deny it.Jay jay walks in to the classroom. Limping.

Lets review, shal we? What are the lies a girl can tell her classmates and boy BFFs why shes limping.

1. I fell. But she doen't have any evidence

2. Spraid ankle. They would be all over her.

3. Tell the truth. The King of Assholes will be so smug.

Guess shes gonna have a sprained ankle... Anything to not tell them that she slept with the King of Assholes.

How did she do that? He's way too flirty. But he was good. If he wasn't she could walk. At least she's not preagnat. Like for real. And at least she has nothing to expline to Angelo. Like last time.

She was just at a sleap over at Kefers...If his little brothers heard it they are fucked. At least Kefer brought her to school. What an asshole. The girl can bearly walk and hes just ginning.

Walking into the class she already has eyes on her. Ci-n and David. Ci-n the little shit has such a dirty mind you could build a sand castle from dirt.

"Why are you limping?" asks David clearly conserned.

"I sprained my ankle." Jay jay has prepared for this.

"Then sit down!" Ci-n is also worried.

"Thanks." Jay jay thanks them sitting down. Turning to Kefer she sees the gigant grinn on his face.

"Why are you smirking? She was with you when it happend, right?"Yuri questions a hint of jealousy on his face.

"Don't worry. She'll be fine in a few days" he says calmly.

"How do you know?" David asks.

"I'll be fine." Jay jay said to calm them down. And stop them from asking questions.

"You sprained your ankle,right?" Yuri asks a little suspicios.

"Yes! I told you that!" Jay jay gets defence.

"What are other ways to get a limp?" Edrix tilts his head thinking.

Looks like Eman has an idea"Well... you might get a limp-" "Its a spraind ankle" Jay jay doent want them to get any dirty thougths. Maybe too late. "Who did you sleep with?" Ci-n blured out.

"Why do you think i slept with someone?" jay jay is starting to panic.

"She was with Keifer yesterday!" Feilx almost screams.

"Did she sleep with you?" Mayo looked at Keifer.All of them looked at him but he didn't say anything. Just drank water. Such a smug asshole.Jay jay is panicking so much.

"Um... hello?" Ci-n is allready in Keifer face. The smug asshole just smiles but doesn't say shit.

"You realy wanna know?" Keifer askes Ci-n who nods in responce."Ask Jay jay" he says nonchelantly.

All eyes are on her again."Yes" she says simply.She expected questions and everyone talking over one another but its just quiet.Finnaly Ci-n brakes out in a smile and giggles like a kid

"He was realy good I guess" At the corner of her eye she sees David also smirk."He must be if Jay jay can't walk." She hits them both so hard to leave bruses. Like the ones she has on her neck only coverd with some consieler.

And Kit askes one of the dummbest questions, in Jays mind: "Was she any good?"She meets Keifers eyes with a warning.

"So good. The only way shes not preagnant is we used a condom and i don't wanna explane to Angelo why jays pregnant" the hole class says one simultanlius ooohh.

"Asshole!" Jay jay yells But the asshole in question leans into her and says "You were sceaming a different nickname for me last night"

Even a blind person could see the agressive blush on jays cheeks. She was a stuttering and blushing mess. Not to mentione the butterflys in her stomach. She turned on her heel and went to the girls bathroom. More like limped.

Thats where she went to think. But when she looks in the mirror shes not the only one there. Keifer.

"Realy needed to embarrassing me?" Jay jay looks as if she might shoot dagers from her eyes.

And her look is met with a smile he makes when jay does something nice for him."I just told them my thougts" he puts his arms in the air to defend himself.

Jay jays face hasn't changed. "Im sorry." Keifer says with puppy dog eyes.

"Yea, right." Jays stil not happy.

"Ok, so how about i show you how badly i regret it" he bites his lip just like yesterday to keep his brothers from waking up from the noise

."Are you crazy? We're at school!" Jay is quick to scold him.

"Only for you im this crazy...and have my mind elswere... on what happend last night." he says as he steps close pushing her against the wall.

"And what if the boys come in?" She doesnt let him have his way yet.

"I told them that if they come in here they will get a sight and a beating after" he says leaning to stel a kiss. After a long beat jay jay kisses him.

"And i'll take that as a yes" he says. He bearaly hears jay jay mutter betwen the kisses someting along the lines of "mhm".Altho he doesn't understand if its a moan or a word. Maybe both.