#I am hoping it relaxes into loose waves tho

[vashti-lives]

Crimes against my person are being committed by a goblin of unknown origin.

[sherrybaby14]

Thor’s Kitten

Request:  Hi can I request a dark!thor fic? Something where reader falls asleep in his bed(I imagine it’s the biggest and most comfy and unused cuz it’s Thor). She doesn’t know he’s coming tho and when he finds her he thinks she’s like a welcome back gift. So he uses her until she wakes up. Thank you!

Warnings: Rough sex, Dark!Thor,  Non-con (Please do not read if this offends you), turns into dub con.  

Pairing:  Thor x reader

Words:  2500

A/N:  this is FILTHY!!

It was a stupid chore.  Changing the linens on every royal’s room in the palace even if they hadn’t slept there the night before.  Here you found yourself changing the sheets on Prince Thor’s bed for the twelfth day in a row when he was no where to be found, probably fighting some important battle.  You doubted he was even on Asgard.  

You dropped the clean set of sheets on the chair next to the bed and looked at the flawless mattress.  The gold and red comforter and satin pillow cases looked so inviting.   It was large enough you had to get on your knees and crawl across the thing to get the linens down so you were aware how soft it was.  

A yawn left your mouth.  This was your final task of the day.  You looked down at your blue dress.  You were leaving here to meet up with friends and already changed out of the maid’s uniform.  Managed to freshen up your hair and makeup too.    

You changed early since the servant’s rooms were on the far side of the palace and you didn’t want to walk back after doing this meaningless task.  Nobody was expecting to see you again the rest of the night.  You told your friends you weren’t coming, you could still surprise them a few hours late.  There really was no need to rush.  

Besides, the bed looked so inviting.   Another yawn left and you fell forward, hugging an untouched pillow, spreading out over the massive piece of furniture.  Just a little cat nap, you told yourself as you drifted off.  

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“That was a battle for the ages.”  Loki took off his helmet as they walked into the palace.  

“Another victory for Asgard.”  Thor ran his fingers through his locks.  “One that must be celebrated.”  

He looked to his comrades.  They all looked exhausted.  Lady Siff shook her head.  

“None of you want to play?”  Thor turned to look at them, holding his arms up.  “Surely you have the spirit for celebration brother?”  

“I’m having a kitten sent to your room.”  Loki laughed.  “That way you will always have something to entertain yourself, since none of us can keep up.”  

“One that scratches!”  Fandral added in.  “Claws at our leader’s eyes.”  

“And plays games, keeps Thor on his toes when they’re not biting at them.”  Siff laughed.  

“Of course!”  Loki clapped.  “Thor always benefits from a challenge.  A kitten eager for a lesson.  The mighty Thor will have the poor thing meowing at his feet by the end of the night.”  

The group exploded with chuckles and Thor shrugged.  

“Tomorrow night then.”  Thor pointed at them.  “There will be a feast.”  

He was greeted with forced enthusiasm and shook his head as he spun around.  The warriors needed to learn to let loose a little.  

~~

When Thor arrived at his rooms he took in the scent.  Home.  Maybe the group was right to spend the evening relaxed.   Besides, there was a tint of himself in his nose.  He needed a long hot shower.  He didn’t bother lighting his room as he went straight for the wash.  

The hot water did him good, as he washed away the blood and grime on his body.  When he stepped out he wrapped a deep red towel around his hips.   He should be more tired than his comrades, but his blood was still pumping.  

Maybe he would dress and leave the walls.  Find a way to wear out the adrenaline coursing his veins.  He stepped into the main room and lit the area.  He was heading to his wardrobe when he heard a soft nose from the bed.  

His eyes went wide when he saw her.  

“Brother.”  Thor shook his head as he cracked his jaw.  “You’ve outdone yourself.”    

A kitten in the bed.  One who would scratch and claw.  The night just took an interesting turn.

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You were on a beach, your toes in the sand.  The wind was in your hair and there was a picnic next to you.  The sand started to wave.  Was water coming?  

“Good evening Kitten.”

The voice was to real.  You glanced around.  You were alone on the beach.  The sand started to give way and you tumbled.  

Your eyes popped open and you looked around, confused.  Where was the water?  The clear skies?  

“You’re quite the actress.”  The deep focus focused your thoughts.  “How did Loki acquire you on such short notice?”  

“What?”  You looked at the face next to you in bed and your eyes widened as you scooted away.  “Your highness.  I apologize.  This is so unprofessional of me.”  

You were going to lose your job.

“A Kitten who wants to play games.”  Thor reached out and grabbed your waist, yanking you back to him like you weighed nothing.  “I have a feeling you will keep me entertained until all hours of the morning even without them.”  

You pushed your hands to his chest and tried to scoot away.  Unsure what he was talking about, or why he was touching you this way.  Your sleep was so deep you couldn’t quite comprehend anything but embarrassment.  

“Please don’t tell anyone.”  You turned to the ceiling, wanting to roll across the bed and stand, but Thor rolled you onto your back and pinned you with one hand.  “I fell asleep.  I didn’t mean to, I mean that is a lie.  I did not think you would return.”  

“So the theme is sleeping beauty.”  Thor moved so he was on top of you from behind, his hands ran up your back and grabbed your wrists, moving them above your head as he inhaled your neck.  “I guess I should awake you with a kiss.”  

His lips met your neck and your eyes flashed open.  

“No.” You tried to buck underneath him.  “I am a maid. This is not a game.  I fell asleep in your bed.  I apologize.”  

“If you wanted to role play maid you should’ve at least warn the outfit.”  Thor sighed and rolled off your back.  “Breaking character already Kitten?  I am a bit disappointed.”  

You didn’t quite understand what he was talking about, but got the general gist and started crawling toward the end of the bed, eager to escape this embarrassment.

“But all is forgivable.”  A hand was on your ankle yanking you back before you made it to the edge.  

“NO! Please.”  You were spun on to your back. “This is a misunderstanding.  I can explain everything!”

“Drop the maid angle.”  Thor’s hands went to the straps of your dress.  “Your prince desires to wake up his beauty with much more than a kiss.”  

What the fuck?  You blinked as he tugged on your straps, destroying the dress like it was nothing.  

“Stop!”  You went to cover yourself, but the blonde grinned down at you as he shredded your outfit.  “STOP!”  

You tried to twist and turn away, but his hands were too powerful and his thighs gripped you in place.   So you brought your arms to your chest to cover yourself while Thor did away with the rest of your clothing, leaving you bare to the man.  

“This is a mistake.”  Your chest started to heave.  “An error!  Please you must stop! Let me leave!”  

“Now now Kitten.”  Thor’s fingers ran up your arms until they grabbed your wrists, spreading you for his view.  “Let me enjoy my victory.”  

Heat covered your body as your mind caught up to what was happening.  You struggled against his grip, but all it did was make your chest bounce for the heir to the throne.   He responded by licking his lips and dropping his head.  

You cried out as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.  

“Stop!”  You tried to wiggle into the mattress, but his tongue worked you like an expert, flicking you into a hard peak.

He moved his mouth to your other breast, and the air felt cool against your hard pebble, but Thor dropped your wrist and began tweaking at it.  At first you moaned, grateful the pressure was back to your teased nub.  

Then you realized you had a free hand.  You started shoving at him, but he was like a wall.  You tried to slap, pull his hair, claw at him.  But he kept sucking and pinching you.  

“STOP!”  You dug your nails as hard as you could into his shoulder.  

That elicited a grunt from the man who lifted his head and lost attention on your chest.  There was an electricity in his eyes as he glared down at you.

“I was warned you would scratch.”  He tightened his grip on your wrist to the point you whimpered.  “But NONE OF THAT!  You will behave yourself Kitten, do you understand?”  

The boom of his voice shook you to your core.  Hot tears on your cheeks, fear in your soul.  You responded without thinking, nodding your head yes.

“Good Kitten.”  Thor smiled and his grip lessened. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you purring by the end of the night.”  

His head dipped again.  You winced as he resumed his attention on your breasts.  Flickering his tongue and teasing his teeth on one while he kneaded the other.  

You were too scared and confused to react, but your body had other ideas as you began to rub your thighs together, hoping to make a friction between your legs.  What was wrong with you?  Why were you enjoying this?

“Very good Kitten.”  Thor lifted his head, smiling.  “You deserve a reward for that.”

He went back on his haunches, letting you go as he dropped the towel.   A massive godly cock sprung forward.  Your pussy clenched at the sight, but your brain kicked into gear.

“No, no no,” You turned and started to crawl away.

“Here I was going to let you have a lick.”  Thor grabbed your hips before he pushed your head into the mattress and snaked his other arm around your hips, holding your ass in the air.  “But it appear my Kitten is eager for more.”  

“Please.  You’re too big.”  You gripped the sheets, trying to pull away from him.  “I can’t.”  

“Oh you can.”  You felt the head of his cock run up and down your slit.  “And you’re so nice and wet for me.  Good girl.”  

He began to press inside.  Your muscles struggled to accommodate his girth.  Again the tears came back.  

“PLEASE STOP!”  You were just a maid.  How did the happen.  “PLEASE.”

Your shoulder started to shake as you sobbed into the bed.   To your surprise he did, not pressing into you further.  He leaned over you and found your ear.  

“I promise, I care about your pleasure as much as my own.  You’re doing a great job by the way.  Loki really outdid himself with you.”  He kissed your cheek.  “You’re so convincing.  But lets continue with the game.”  

Your head was spinning.  A game? Loki?  What the hell was he talking about.  

His fingers stroked the top of your pussy and then found your pleasure.  Thor pushed down on your clit and started to rub, going in a circle, then up and down.  You squealed in response and your hips bucked backward, taking him further in causing you to gasp.

“Eager now Kitten?”  Thor let out a booming laugh.  “Don’t worry.  I’m here to take care of you.”  

Thor began to press down.  He was splitting you in half.  You let out an other worldly shriek and tried to bite down into the mattress.

“If you need to bite.”  His fingers grabbed your chin as he turned your head.  “These will do.”  

Two of his fingers slid into your mouth.  You didn’t know why but you found yourself moaning against them.   His other hand worked your clit further while he stretched you with his cock.  You found yourself sucking of them, like some safety blanket as he speared you.  

“Very good Kitten.”  Thor’s voice elicited a response in your body you weren’t expecting.  “We’re almost there.”  

Your vision started to blur.  The pleasure and the pain and the softness in your mouth as you sucked at his digits.  Sweat started to erupt all across your body.  

“Perfection.”  Thor’s pelvis touched your rear.  “You’re doing so well. I told you you could take me.”  

He leaned over and kissed your shoulder before spreading his thighs.  

“Let’s make you purr.”  He pulled out slightly, it created a strange ache and burn in your core.  

Then he went right back in.  You didn’t know if you wanted him gone or were happy he was back.  Before you could decide his fingers began to dance.  Changing the level of pressure of your now swollen bud, rubbing, stroking, light, hard.  

You found yourself sucking on his finger in response to your confusion, trying to pulsate at the same pace he was, but unable to keep up.  

“Such a good Kitten.”  Thor was now slamming in and out you.  

How had you not noticed?  Did it matter?  You started to rock against him, your body now desperate for his return.  

The coil in your center started to form.  Your vision going blurry as every effort you were capable of focused on one thing.  The sounds of your body slamming into each other, the taste of him in your mouth.  You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, needing him more than the bed or escape right now.  

“Prrrrr…” Thor let out a cat noise and your body shook in response.  

You were getting closer and closer, making unintelligible noises around his fingers.   He let out a grunt.  Lightning.  That was the only way you could describe it.  Your body started to convulse, more energy built up than you thought possible.  

It burst, like a thunderous roar.  Your veins flooded with him, you cried and moaned forgetting his fingers as you went limp under him.  

He held you close, pressing down on your clit as he joined you in release, flooding your womb with his seed.  You struggled for breath as he fell on top of your back.   Both of you struggling to regulate.  

Sleep started to return when SMACK!  Your ass exploded with pain while Thor’s member slipped out.  

“You did so well this first round.”  He pulled your to his chest as he laid on his back.  “But I was promised you’d be sleeping by my feet at the end of the night.  And you know, I am up to the challenge.”  

Yet again you had no clue what he was talking about, but you no longer cared.  You just wanted him to make you purr again.  

[tarakizz]

Friends? Dylan O’Brien

Masterlist

Warning: swearing, bad grammar 

genes: kinda angst, fluff

author: I just had some inspiration out of nowhere because you know trap in your own house because of a virus going around the world makes your, head kinda bored and all the inspiriting just come running in while you have read a thousand of another stories like this but hey s/o to all the people that write Dylan’s stories because now I have something to do in my house beside going crazy. (btw I'm so sorry for my grammars and mistakes in the story I tried my best to write but it’s hard to write in a another language, I hope you guys enjoy it anyway give it a like and share if you do ;) )

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I have know Dylan before he was famous, he was the funniest, sweetest guy I have ever met and we spend a lot of time together and of course one of us caught feelings. It sounds stupid and cliche but it happened you fall in love with the most unexpected person and it totally sucks that you can’t choose which guy you want to give your heart to but yeah here I am watching my best friend kissing his girlfriend in the club at the after party from the maze runner movie. It totally breaks my heart but you know it’s better this way, him being happy with someone else and we are still best friend than him knowing I have the hugest crush on him and ruined the friendship that we build for the past 9 years. 

“hey y/n stop staring, you making yourself sad baby girl” Kaya said, Kaya is one of my closest friends and she knew about my crush for Dylan. “sorry I can’t help it, it sucks to be in love with him sometimes” I said looking away from them and taking a sips of my mixed drink. “I know it sucks but hey you are here at the after party find yourself a guy and try to forget about him” she said giving me a side hug. I smile at her before chucking all the liquor at once making me feel a little tipsy. “you know what Kaya your right fuck this feeling I don’t need it, I’m a independent woman and I don’t need anyone to have fun with so lets go to the dance floor and make this a unforgettable night” I said to her taking her hand leading her to the dance floor and she cheering me. we walk past Dylan and Britt ignoring him completely before letting my body loose and move along the beat. After a while I feel myself relaxing against someone body. I turn around and met with a green pare of eyes. “hello there gorgeous mind if I dance with you” he screamed above the loud music, I turn around to look at Kaya and she gave me a thumbs up before dancing with her man. “I wouldn’t mind at all” I said dancing with him enjoying his company.

after we dance we grab something to drink to cool off some sweats because we were dancing for a while now. “so tell me why are you here all alone” he ask. “well I'm not exactly alone I'm with my friends but yeah they all have someone so I'm like the third wheel here, but it’s okay I enjoy myself” I said looking at my glass. “I feel like there something you’re not telling me” he said with a curious look. “well.. there is something else but I don’t wanna talk about it” I said looking at him. “hey it’s fine I understand” he said brushing his finger along my cheek, making me blush a little. 

I feel like someone is staring at me so I look around and met with a pair of angry brown eyes. “is he someone special” he ask looking at me, I broke my eyes contact with Dylan and smile at the mystery guy beside me. “no he just my best friend” I said turning around facing the bar. “are you sure? he has been staring at you sinds the dance floor” he said. “yeah I am sure it’s nothing special, he has a girlfriend anyway” I said facing him. “well I think he feels more for you than just a best friend” he said tucking my hair behind my ear. “yeah sure” I said with a small chuckle. He lean in a little and whisper loud enough for me to hear. “do you really wanna see what he feels for you?” he ask. I thought for a little, do I wanna know how he really feels about me I ask myself before I nod my head. “trust me okay” he said still very close to me and I nod again feeling the blood rising to my cheeks. He lean in me very close but before our lips can touch he was being pulled away from me. “what are you doing” I hear a familiar voice, I look at the person that I have been crushing for years. “nothing dude just trying to kiss this gorgeous e/c eyes” he said sending a wink my way. I blush and look at my lap like it the most interested thing in the world. “well maybe you should back the fuck away” Dylan said blocking the view between me and the mystery guy. “and why would I do that” he challenge Dylan making his muscles tense. “because she’s mine” Dylan said before dragging me away from the bar, I look back and saw the mystery guy winking at me with a smile. I was confuse what was he trying to do and why did Dylan say that I'm his? there’s a lot of questions running in my head. 

when we finally stop I saw that we were outside the club in the small alley. Dylan turn around with an angry expression. “what the hell Y/n why would you let some random guy kiss you” he said looking at me like he’s about to loose control. “I see nothing wrong with that” I said not knowing why I said that probably because I was kind of drunk. “are you fucking serious right now” he said trapping me between the wall and him. I didn’t say anything just looking away. “why the fuck you care anyway Dylan, you were having fun with Britt so I don't see the fucking problem in me having fun” I said facing him and realise that we are very close, one wrong move and our lips touch. “you where having fun?” he said in a low whisper. I back away a little and nod my head. “so you think making me jealous is fun for you?” he said, my eyes wide. “you have know idea how you make me feel y/n” he said before looking at my lips and back at my eyes. “you make me go crazy sometimes” he said in a whisper before closing the gap between our lips. I was confuse, why he would kiss me but after that I begun to relax and kiss him back. it was a sweet slow kiss, I felt like all the problem in the world had melted down and it was only me and Dylan in that moment. I feel his hands making their way around my waist and my hands making their way up into his hair. small moans left our lips before I pull away for some air in my lungs. he place his forehead against mine before kissing it. “Dylan we can’t do this Bri-” I said before I got cut off by him. “we broke up a few weeks ago, we were just hooking up” he said before placing a small kiss on my forehead. “I'm sorry for kissing you out of nowhere and I totally understand that I ruined our friendship but I can’t hold my feeling for you anymore, I have liked you for 2 years and seeing you with him makes me mad and jealous even tho we are not together and I understand if you going to ig-” I cut him off by placing my lips against his taking him by surprise. before pulling way. “I like you to Dylan” I said with a smile. He gave me a smile back before pulling me into a another sweet kiss. 

we went back into the club hand in hand sitting at our table beside Kaya and her man. “finally you guys are together!” she said when she saw us making us laugh at her. “wait I though you and Britt where together?” she said with confused dripping off her tong. “well no we broke up a few weeks ago and we decide to just hook up, but she been seeing someone tonight so we decide to end things and than I saw y/n with some guy almost kissing her and something had kinda snap in me and I confess my feeling for her and here we are” he said waving our hand in the air making us laugh. “well it took you long enough, when I first saw you guys together I already saw the chemistry you guys share with each other” she said making us smile like a dork we are. The night had gone very smooth and when we went home I spent the night at Dylan’s so we just chill for a bit before falling asleep in each other arms. it was a start for a long journey at least I hope that we last. 

[waitineedaname]

Lightning Round, Take Two

kudos to @notedchampagne for inspiring this!!

also on ao3

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“This is a terrible idea.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“She’s going to hate me.”

“She’ll love you.”

“Love me? Love me?!” Karkat all but shrieked. “I don’t know if you’ve realized this, Dave, but I don’t exactly make the best impressions! In fact, one might even say I make the worst impressions! We’ll be lucky if she doesn’t end this visit early because she can’t stand being around me because I have the personality of a deep seated pimple!”

“Damn. The kind it hurts to pop?”

“Yes! The kind of pimple that never forms a head and settles on your upper lip so it hurts every time you move your mouth! That’s what my personality is like: persistent, painful, and pus-filled!”

“The three P’s.” Dave mused, and Karkat shot him a scowl. “C’mon man, don’t sell yourself short. You’re like a blackhead at the worst.”

“Don’t pander to me, Strider.” Karkat grumbled and crossed his arms, but he didn’t complain when Dave slung his arm over his shoulders. “I still think this would go much better without me.”

“Nah, dude, trust me, this is the best option. I mean, best case scenario, if I did this by myself, she’d be like ‘omg do u have a bf’ and I’d be like ‘yeah’ because that’s part of what I’m tryna do here, tell folks about us, but then she’d want pictures even though she’s definitely met you, and then I’d have to show her all those cute pictures I took of you when you weren’t looking, and I know you don’t want that.”

“You what?”

“You didn’t hear that.”

Karkat rolled his eyes and leaned a little closer into Dave’s side, eyes tracing the little carapacian homes they were walking by. Dusk was falling, much to his relief; they both had to make compromises when they realized their species operated at different times of day, but he still avoided leaving the hive when the sun was glaring and ready to burn him to a crisp. Dave probably could’ve flown them all the way to Roxy and Calliope’s house, but Karkat hated making him carry him that far (Dave always insisted he wasn’t that heavy, but the strain in his voice never escaped Karkat’s notice), so they were walking the last few blocks. Karkat had a sneaking suspicion Dave was fine with walking because he was trying to delay the inevitable. He was nervous, if the way his fingers were tapping on Karkat’s upper arm or the way he kept clenching and unclenching his jaw said anything. Karkat sighed and unfolded his arms to wrap one around Dave’s waist.

“You don’t have anything to worry about, you know.” He said, surprising Dave into looking down at him.

“What? Who said I’m worried? You’re the one who’s been bitching the whole evening.”

“Because I want to make a good impression on your weird paradox ancestor, shit for brains. I’m saying you don’t need to be worried about coming out to her.” He met Dave’s eyes through his shades, something he’d gotten good at over the sweeps. “Of all fucking people, she’ll be the most fine with it. That’s why you’re telling her first, right?”

“Yeah, I know, it’s just-” Dave sighed and looked away. He was better than he used to be, but holding eye contact was still hard for him, “It’s a big deal, you know? I mean, Rose probably figured it out from living in a confined space with us, and Dirk kinda got it out of context clues, but this is a first using the big B-word.”

“She’ll be fine. And if she isn’t, I’ll tear her apart and at least give her a reason to hate your boyfriend besides my shit-awful personality.”

“Aw, babe, I dunno whether to be flattered you’d attack my mom like a feral raccoon or bummed that you’re trashin’ yourself.”

“How about we compromise, and I’ll stop shit-talking myself if you stop stressing yourself out about this.”

“...Deal.”

“Good. Because I think that’s her house.”

“Oh shit.”

The two of them stopped just outside the elaborate building the carapacians had offered Roxy and Calliope back when they’d first arrived in the middle of Earth C society, both of them brimming with anxiety despite their reassurances. Karkat almost thought Dave was going to say this was too much for him and turn around and fly home, but he unwrapped himself from Karkat’s arm and instead held his hand to walk up to the front door and knock.

“Just a sec!” Roxy’s voice rang out from somewhere inside, and a few seconds later, the door opened to reveal her smiling face. “Davey!” She squealed and launched herself at him, hugging him tightly. Dave, to his credit, adapted quickly and let go of Karkat’s hand to hug her back.

“Sup, Rox.”

Roxy pulled away from Dave to turn towards Karkat, who instinctively took a half step back. She noticed and laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hug you if you don’t wanna. Is a fistbump cool?”

“I don’t know if I would call anything a certain red asshole harangued me with in the early years of our friendship ‘cool’, but it is acceptable.” That made Roxy laugh, and he gave her a light fistbump.

“Karkat, bro, I can’t believe you’re just calling me uncool in front of my mom. What the fuck. What is this betrayal.” Dave shook his head, but he already seemed more relaxed.

“Dave, I dunno how to break this to you, but you’re related to me ‘n Dirk.” Roxy tried to adopt a sympathetic expression despite her grin. “You’ve got dork running through your veins.”

“Goddamn. You’re tellin’ me I’ve got a genetic predisposition for this shit?”

“Yup. It’s chronic. Doctors everywhere’re rushing to write studies on our family to try and isolate the ‘cool-but-really-not-cool’ gene.”

“Let’s hope it’s not replicable in a lab or anything. I’m pretty sure Earth C can only handle four of us.”

“Ohmigod, can you imagine them trying to test it out. Little lab rats wearing shades and writing wizard fic. Holy shit.” Roxy gasped at her own idea, an unbelievably pleased look on her face.

“Oh my dick. Fuck ectobiology, this is the science I want to invest in.”

“Absolutely not.” Karkat interjected. “There’s already enough of you jackasses, I think I’d have an aneurysm if any more blond lunatics were running around.”

“Lol,” Karkat couldn’t believe Roxy just said that out loud, “You’re probably right. Are we gonna keep fucking around about cool mice on the doorstep, or do you guys wanna come in?”

She stepped aside to lead them inside and showed them to the living room. “Callie’s out picking up dinner. I would’ve made something since I invited you guys over for dinner, but living in the water apocalypse did not leave me with many cooking skills.”

“Hey, no shade here.” Dave shrugged, plopping down on the couch with Karkat at his side. “I don’t think I’d be able to work an oven if I tried. We’re a strictly take-out household. Hivehold? I dunno, but we’ve barely touched the kitchen in the week we’ve been here.”

“Excuse you, I made those Hot Pockets yesterday.” Karkat countered sharply.

“Yeah, and they were like 30% cooked, dude. You put them in the microwave for thirty seconds and then panicked.”

“Fuck you, I don’t see you doing much better! In fact, I distinctly remember you eating those frozen pizza pockets like a ravenous barkbeast! It was like you’d been locked in a cave with nothing to eat for half a sweep and my delicious plate of folded sauce treats were the only thing saving you from a miserable, malnourished death!”

“I mean, a Hot Pocket’s a Hot Pocket. I’m not gonna turn one of those fuckers down, who do you think I am.”

“I think you’re a wiggler with no sense of taste.”

“You eat bugs.”

“And you put ranch on your pizza! Bricks and glass houses, Dave!”

“Dude, do trolls even have that expression? Aren’t y’all light sensitive? Why would you have glass houses?”

“Newsflash, dipshit, I’ve lived in close proximity for the majority of the past two sweeps with an overflowing fountain of pop culture references and idioms and an uppity seer that likes to make things as convoluted and difficult to understand as possible. I picked up a few human phrases! Uh, no offense, Roxy.” Karkat added at the mention of Rose.

“None taken! I’m pretty sure she gets that from Dirk anyway.” Roxy waved him off. “Take it back to the ranch on pizza thing tho, do you really do that? Is this some earth delicacy I missed out on?”

“Oh fuck yeah, it rules. You gotta try it some time.” Dave nodded, excited to get someone else to try his food crimes.

“Imma have to take a pass on that.” Roxy said, crinkling her nose.

“Finally, someone with taste!” Karkat exclaimed, and Dave gently hit his shoulder.

“I am slowly workin’ through traditional earth food tho! Or at least as traditional as you can get here. That’s where we’re getting dinner from! There’s this human/troll fusion place that Callie and I like. I dunno how authentic it is, but it tastes good at least!”

“I mean, nothing on Earth C is super authentic, it’s all like human diet slightly to the left, but it’s edible.”

“Better than the garbage we alchemized on the meteor, at least.” Karkat agreed.

“God, the fucking buffalo wings debacle.” Dave and Karkat shuddered in unison. Roxy looked amused.

“You guys spent a lot of time together on the meteor, right? And now you’re living together?” Roxy asked, and they both nodded. She had a look in her eyes that was far too reminiscent of the look Rose got when she was gearing up to psychoanalyze someone, and Karkat was hit with a stroke of panic. “Sooo, I should prob’ly do a lightning round with you too, right? Since you’re important to Dave?”

The pair shared a look and Dave shrugged, appearing nonchalant despite the way he was anxiously picking at a loose string on his jeans. “Uh, I guess?” Karkat said, bracing himself.

“I’ll start easy, I promise!” Roxy drummed her fingers on her lips as if thinking. “Hm… you’ve got ‘cat’ in your name, do you like cats?”

Karkat made a face, thrown off by the question. “I guess? I never had one, but Nepeta was pretty fucking into them, and they seemed… fine. I can respect a meowbeast that just lazes around if it’ll leave me the fuck alone, but Nepeta’s lusus could’ve probably torn me to shreds, so…” He shrugged.

“Was Nepeta a friend from the game?” Roxy backpedaled the moment she saw Karkat’s face fall. “Oh shit, tender subject, sorry.” She worried her lip, looking for another question, then perked up. “Oh! What’s your sign? I know it’s Cancer from earth astrology and stuff, but what’s that mean for trolls?”

Karkat looked down at his chest and grimaced. “Fuck if I know, I don’t actually have a sign. I spent most of my life thinking this stupid thing meant precisely fuck all. I guess it’s a symbol of my ancestor? But I never really learned much about him since the empress always tried to erase his rebellion, and I thought that ancestor shit was highblood bullshit anyway. I guess now I know it’s not, but ugh, I could’ve happily gone my whole wretched life without meeting that douchebag.”

“We met his ancestor in the dream bubbles.” Dave explained. “Or I guess descendent? Since y’all are technically the post-scratch group? I never really understood that part.”

“Doesn’t fucking matter, he was a pretentious asswipe with his head so far up his nook it’s a wonder he was even audible, but oh god, was he audible alright.”

“Lmao, I kinda wanna meet this guy.” Roxy grinned.

“No you don’t.” Dave and Karkat said in unison, which made her laugh.

“I’ll take your word for it.” The mischievous look was back in her eyes. “Next question! Have you ever had your quadrants filled?”

Karkat almost choked. “What the fuck kind of question is that? That’s none of your fucking business!” He blustered. “My quadrants are private, and it’s my decision if I want to bring them up! Are all humans this fucking nosy or is it just the Lalondes?!”

“It’s just the Lalondes.” Dave said flatly.

“I just thought it’d be fair since I asked Dave that in our lightning round!” Roxy put her hands up in apology, but didn’t look particularly apologetic. “I was curious!”

Karkat was about to continue his rant about people feeling entitled to knowledge about virtual strangers’ quadrants, but the way Dave sat up and cleared his throat gave him pause.

“Actually, Rox,” Dave started, fidgeting a bit, “I never answered that question back on the lilypad.”

“Yeah, but that’s okay!” Roxy brushed him off. “I’m not gonna push you to answer something you’re not comfy with.”

“That’s the thing. I wanna answer you now, if that’s cool.”

“Oh!” Roxy’s eyes widened. “Of course that’s cool! That’s cooler than cool.”

Dave lifted an eyebrow, a smile pulling at his lips despite himself. “What’s cooler than being cool?”

“Ice cold!” Roxy shouted at the top of her lungs, and the two of them chanted “alright” about a dozen times while Karkat watched them in bewilderment. Humans, he thought. He’d never understand them.

“Okay, but for real tho,” Roxy said once they’d both gotten a handle on their giggles, “You wanted to say something?”

“Yeah.” Dave almost immediately looked anxious again, running his hands over his jeans. “So. You asked if I’d ever kissed anyone or-” He cleared his throat and the rest came out in a mumbled cough, “-been in love.”

Karkat held his breath, eyes flicking between Dave and a very focused Roxy.

“The, um. The answer to both of those questions is… yes? And I know you’re wonderin’ who, that’s like the next logical question, like if you ask someone if they’re hungry and they say yes, your next question is probably gonna be ‘what do you wanna eat’, unless you’re a total dick and just wanted to, I dunno, be aware of someone else’s hunger for your own sick pleasures and leave ‘em waiting like you’re some kinda sick torturer tryin’ to extract information out of a prisoner, like ‘hey are you hungry?’ ‘Yeah, I am, actually. I’ve been hanging from my ankles for a week now and I’d kill for some motherfucking KFC right now.’ ‘Interesting. Go fuck yourself.’ That’s not a very good interrogator, actually, he didn’t even try to get any information out of the guy except for the knowledge that he’s really craving some chicken, which is virtually useless, unless the interrogator is working for KFC’s competitor, like Popeyes out here tryna get the deets on their rival brands. Hey, do you think they’ve got a Popeyes anywhere on Earth C? Maybe we should start one, make a shit ton of money. Really boost the economy.”

“Dave.” Karkat cut him off before he could get too far from the topic, giving him a pointed look. “Were you actually going to say something important or were you going to just talk out of your deflated ass forever?”

“Hey man, you know you love my ass.”

“The point, Dave-!”

“Right right right.” Dave shook his head and took a deep breath before looking at Roxy again, who looked like she was might be putting things together already. “It’s Karkat. The answer to ‘who’, I mean. We’ve, uh. We’ve been dating since the meteor.”

Roxy’s whole face lit up. “Aw, congrats you guys! That’s really sweet!”

“Yeah.” Dave looked over at Karkat and gave him a tiny smile before looking a little apprehensive again. “I’d, uh, appreciate if you didn’t tell anyone though? I mean, the rest of the meteor crew probably knows because we spent… a lot of time together.”

“Most of that was platonic, though. A good two-thirds of it, at least.” Karkat countered.

“True, but they don’t know that. Far as they know, one day we were just two bros hanging out and watching movies and shit, then the next day, Vriska walks in to catch one of those bros taking a snooze on his other bro’s lap and falling off the couch the moment she announces her presence.”

“I’ll give you three fucking guesses which dumbass that was.” Karkat directed that at Roxy, and she snorted.

“Rude.” Dave nudged him. “But yeah, they’ve probably figured it out, but we haven’t officially told anyone. I haven’t even told anyone I’m, you know. Bisexual.”

“Wait, so I’m the first person you’ve told?” Roxy looked a little stunned.

“I- Yeah? I just thought you’d probably be a safe person to go to, especially since we don’t have any weird baggage like I might have with John and Jade, you’re just my alt-mom, which I guess does make things a little weird-”

“It’s a little weird, but it does mean you get a certified mom hug!” She interrupted, standing up.

“A mom hug? Dunno if I know what those are like.” Dave said, smiling a little.

“They’re like this, you big goober.” Roxy pulled him into a tight hug, pulling him down a little so he could put his head on her shoulder. “I’m proud of you, Davey. That’s a big deal, comin’ out and shit. I’m glad you felt like you could tell me.”

“...Thanks mom.” Dave’s voice was a watery mumble against her shoulder, but he seemed to have collected himself by the time they pulled away. Roxy immediately turned her sights on Karkat.

“Your turn! You’re family now, you can’t escape hugs anymore.”

“Ugh, you humans are so fucking tactile.” Karkat grumbled but resigned himself to Roxy’s affectionate squeeze.

“Hey man, don’t act like you’re not cuddly as hell. I have to pry you off of me with a crowbar to go take a piss sometimes. You should see this dude when he gets sleepy, Rox, it’s so fucking cute. Did you know trolls purr? It’s some kinda flushed noise or something and it’s the fucking best.” Dave seemed to already be relaxing now that the thing he’d been dreading was over with.

“That’s private!” Karkat hissed, embarrassed. Dave just grinned at him and sat a little closer when they took a seat again. “Do you want me airing out how you melt like a touch starved candybar left in the sunlight when I suggest you should be the little spoon? Or how you turn into a warbling puddle of Dave when I do this?” He reached over and out his hand on Dave’s knee, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles. Casual affection, Dave’s weakness.

“Aw,” Roxy cooed. Dave looked thoroughly embarrassed and made a strangled noise in his throat. Karkat gave him a smug look.

“Shut up.” He grumbled weakly and scooted a little closer so he could press against Karkat’s side and hold his hand.

“So you guys are matesprits?” Roxy asked, and Karkat’s anxiety immediately returned. Dave wasn’t the only one who had coming out to do. Dave squeezed his hand and let Karkat start since this was his thing to discuss.

“Mostly?” He offered weakly, then tried to sound more certain. “We’re kind of pale too.”

“Plus I piss you off in a pitch way sometimes.” Dave added helpfully.

“And the way you kept me from tearing Vriska apart on the meteor was sort of ashen.” Karkat admitted.

“I mean, there wasn’t really much of a chance of you tearing her apart to begin with. Spidertroll could’ve probably kicked any of our asses in her sleep, she’s fuckin’ crazy.”

“My point still stands!”

“So…” Roxy interrupted, guiding them back on topic, “You’re in all quadrants? I didn’t know trolls did that!”

Karkat winced. “They don’t. Usually. It’s extremely frowned upon.”

“Karkat’s had trouble keeping shit in one quadrant.” Dave explained for him. “He’s got a big ol’ heart full of love.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re the only person in Paradox Space to come to that conclusion about what my useless fucking pump biscuit is full of, but thanks for the thought.” Karkat rolled his eyes, defaulting to annoyance to avoid the insecurities that always gnawed at him when he thought about his relationship with quadrants. “‘Full of love’ is usually not the first thing people describe me as. More like ‘full of a burning anger’ or ‘a perpetual stream of irritable piss’ or, hell, ‘just undiluted dumbass juice!’ As far as most people are concerned, I’m Karkat ‘useless shitfit’ Vantas, and they’re not fucking wrong!”

“Okay, sure, you might be the grumpiest person in all - what, is this five universes now? I can’t keep track, but that doesn’t mean you’re not secretly a big softy.” Dave rubbed his thumb over Karkat’s knuckles. “I know that best out of probably anyone.”

“If it helps, I don’t think of you as those things!” Roxy added. Karkat gave her a disbelieving look.

“Full offense, we’ve never really ‘hung out.’”

“I mean, no, but I’ve seen you interacting with Dave and John and Kanaya and stuff, and you’ve always seemed to be a caring friend underneath all the yelling.” Roxy shrugged. “It’s nice knowing Dave’s in good hands since I’ve only been part of his family for a couple weeks. Means I don’t have to give you a shovel talk prob’ly!”

“The shovel talk? What the fuck? What does that even mean?” Karkat looked at Dave for an explanation, but he only winced.

“You know, when parents meet their kid’s partner and are like ‘you better not hurt my baby, or I’ll kill you.’ That kind of thing. I’m guessing trolls didn’t do that on Alternia?” Roxy tilted her head, seeming genuinely curious. Karkat’s face contorted as he wrapped his head around that concept.

“Okay, first of all, no we didn’t because we didn’t even have parents and our lusii wouldn’t give two shits about our quadrantmates. Second of all, you better not even think about giving me your ridiculous human ‘shovel talk’! I’ve known Dave far longer than you have, so it really should be me going ‘don’t fucking hurt him,’ but I know I don’t need to because Dave can fucking handle himself! He doesn’t need your bullshit defenses! If I ever hurt him, I trust him to be able to tell me to fuck off out of his life - not that he’d ever need to because I’d rather establish a culling system in the Troll Kingdom and offer myself up as their first sacrifice than hurt Dave!” He took a deep inhale to continue his tirade, but Dave cut him off with a pat to the cheek.

“Yo, dude, shoosh, it’s okay. It’s really not that big of a deal.” It was only after Dave cut off his train of thought that Karkat realized how worked up he was getting, and he shrank back down against Dave’s shoulder, embarrassed. “I’m pretty sure Roxy was kidding, anyway.”

“Yeah, for sure!” Roxy nodded quickly. “I didn’t mean to imply you were gonna hurt Dave or that he couldn’t take care of himself or anything. That’s hella not my place, and you guys seem very good for each other.”

“Oh. Well. Good.” He sent her a warning glare just to make sure he’d gotten the point across, then forced himself to let some tension out of his shoulders.

“It is really nice knowin’ my family’s in good hands though.” Roxy smiled. “Hell, it’s nice knowin’ I have a family! Oh my god, Dave, do you realize none of us Strilondes are straight? I mean, Rose ‘n Dirk are both gay as hell, and then you and I are bi!”

“Yeah- Wait, what?” Dave jolted a little in surprise. “Rox, you’re bi too? Since when?”

“Uh, since always?” Roxy laughed a bit. “I thought that’s why you came to me, because you knew!”

“No! Holy shit, I gotta process this for a second.”

“LMAO.” Roxy said, pronouncing every letter. “Yeah, dude! I mean, can you blame me? Like, dudes are hot as fuck, that’s like self explanatory. I mean, have you seen the Englberts? Eglishes? Whatever their family name is, John and Jake are both total babes, but then there are girls too! I mean, Janey, what a gal, right? And Callie too!”

“Right?” Dave enthused, clearly excited someone understood where he was coming from. “Girls are so fucking good, hot damn, but then? Dudes? Holy shit?”

“Yeah!” Roxy was just about throwing herself out of her chair with her excitement. “I can barely leave the house, it’s just smoochable babes everywhere I turn.”

“I’d say it’s a goddamn plight, but I got the most smoochable right here.” Dave emphasized his point with a kiss to one of Karkat’s horns, making him squawk. Dave laughed a little and turned back to Roxy. “Yo, but rewind back to Callie. Soooo, are y’all two, y’know…”

Roxy looked remarkably like Dave when embarrassed. “Uh…” The sound of the front door opening and Calliope’s greeting voice cut her off. “I’ll get back to you on that!” Dave waggled his eyebrows at her but didn’t push it.

Dinner was an enjoyable affair, despite Karkat’s near constant crippling fear of being miserable in every social engagement. The food was good and pretty close to tasting like home, and the conversation was fluid - mostly because Roxy and Dave chattered the entire time like hyperactive squirrels. Karkat tried to be annoyed with their ridiculous stream of consciousness discussions, but he couldn’t help but feel warm watching Dave talk so comfortably with his ecto-mom. And he certainly wasn’t the only person happy with the situation; every time he and Dave started bantering back and forth, he could see Roxy’s delight out of the corner of his eye, and the absolutely lovestruck look on her face whenever Calliope spoke didn’t escape him either.

Eventually, though, they had to head home - though Dave and Karkat had both shifted their sleep schedules to be active in the afternoon and most of the night, the majority of their human friends were still diurnal and needed to go to bed eventually - so after a few more hugs from Roxy, they were sent on their way.

Dave landed them down the street from their hive, and Karkat didn’t complain about having to walk that last distance. The Troll Kingdom was just now starting to wake up, stores and restaurants lighting up, trolls in suits rushing to their early jobs, and young trolls getting ushered off to school. It was so different from Alternia, but Karkat thought he could probably get used to the differences if it meant he didn’t have to worry about getting culled at a single glance at his blood color. Maybe it was too early to tell, but if he let himself feel just the slightest bit optimistic for his future, he had a feeling he could be really happy here. He could live a peaceful, successful life on Earth C, and if the cheerful way Dave was swinging their clasped hands meant anything, he wasn’t the only one feeling hopeful.

“So,” He prompted, leaning into Dave’s shoulder, “I guess that could have been more horrible.”

“Yep.” Dave said, popping the ‘p’. “We’ll have to scrap those emergency plans. Cancel our name changes and facial reconstructions and flights to the other side of Earth C, no need to run away immediately.”

“I don’t know, we might have to keep that shit pencilled in. We still need to tell John.” Karkat reminded him, and Dave groaned.

“Oh fuck. Yeah, never mind, you sure we can’t just fuck off into another universe? Universe D here we come. The D stands for Davekat ‘cause it’ll just be us, babe. It also stands for Dick because, come on, it’s us, of course it does. Also Dinosaurs just ‘cause. Do you think dinosaurs are a universal constant? Like, did dinosaurs exist for you guys? Or- oh shit, do you think they evolved differently? Are trolls just super evolved dinosaurs?”

“Dave,” Karkat gave him a look, “I think I would know if I was a dinosaur.”

“I dunno, dude, maybe we’re all dinosaurs-”

“Okay, I know when to cut that shit off.” Karkat rolled his eyes and let go of his hand to unlock their door. “Seriously, I think… that went okay. Less than horrid.”

“Less than horrid, huh? That’s a big compliment coming from you, are you feeling okay? Are you gettin’ some kinda fluffy feelings from hanging out with Roxy too long, ‘cause like, I get it.”

“Shut up. All I’m saying is this might not have been as much of an ordeal as we thought, this ‘coming out to everyone we know’ thing.”

“Maybe. You might be right.” Dave admitted, following him inside. “But that involved way too many emotions, and I think all my brain’s been used up for the rest of the day for anything that involves more thought than playing Xbox for seven hours straight. You down?”

“Fuck yes.”

[my-creative-hell]

Sick (Actor au)

It wasn’t often that Grave and the rest of the large group would find enough time to do small things, let alone have full days to themselves to relax and not have to worry about work. But finally, all the filming was done, the new season written and being planned, and they had time to breath and do as they pleased for a while, like a well-earned holiday.

For Grave, this means spending full days inside her lab working on whatever was taking her fancy at that particular time. Normally she would be interrupted by any number of things, Hannah checking in to make sure she’d eaten, Jake curious about what she was doing or Jerry running in to ask where something was. But today, nothing seemed to interrupt her as she worked, leaving her in peace as she finishes her latest creation, stepping outside the lab to go and see the others, the clock reading around two in the afternoon as she wanders the halls.

Stepping into the kitchen, it seemed as if Hannah, Leena, Iden and Jake were on a different floor, or had maybe gone out to complete odd bits of work for the show. But for some reason, they had all decided to live together, along with the stunt double actors, meaning there was never no one in the house. To prove that point, Shaun sits at the counter in the kitchen, playing absentmindedly on his phone as Amelia attempts to make herself cereal without making a mess, Jerry cooking an actual meal for them in the kitchen, keeping an eye on them both simultaneously.

“Hi!” Grave keeps her voice quiet as she speaks, her hands covered in small pieces of dried paint and small scars from working in the lab as she waves at them happily.

“Hiya Grave!” Amelia grins brightly as she spills some milk on the counter, Shaun waving as he stares at his phone. Jerry turns from his cooking momentarily to flash Grave a smile before waving at Amelia to remind her to put the milk away, making her look sheepish as she cleans the spillage up.

“Where is the Rose gorl?” Grave enquires, wiggling her fingers happily as she watches Amelia scrunch her face in thought, nose wrinkling.

“I haven’t seen her at all today… maybe she’s still in her room?” Shaun offers his small amount of knowledge, looking up from his phone, rolling his eyes at the mess Amelia has made.

“Oh!” A small sliver of concern works its way through Grave at that knowledge, prompting her to leave the kitchen to find Rose. “Bye bye, hecc bois.” Grave smiles as she leaves the kitchen, Shaun getting up to help Amelia clean up her mess.

“Bye Grave!” Amelia waves as Shaun begins to assist her as Grave leaves, walking down the hallway to Rose’s room. As she reaches the outside of her room, there’s no noise coming from it, silence hanging in the air loosely around the door as Grave stands in front of it momentarily, listening.

Grave gently knocks on the door as quiet as possible, waiting patently for Rose to answer. It takes a moment before her voice can be heard by Grave through the door.

“…Hello?” Her voice sounds quiet even behind the door as she answers, clearly not speaking very loudly, the sound barely carrying over to Grave.

“Hi, Rose. It me.” Grave smiles as she keeps her own voice quiet, wanting to see her girlfriend after spending a whole day alone in the lab, where she would normally be interrupted by Rose wanting attention.

“Hi Grave, you can come in, it’s not locked…” Rose explains, her voice quiet as she allows Grave inside.

“Yay!” Grave feels happiness building inside her as she gently opens the door to the room. “I here!” She exclaims happily as she enters, Rose currently buried underneath a pile of sheets, though a hand emerges to wave at Grave.

“Hey! You’re here!” Rose’s slightly muffled voice comes from the sheets, sounding slightly happier now Grave was in the room. Grave approaches the pile of sheets, holding the expose hand in her own.

“Gay!” Grave jokes, making Rose laugh from underneath all the layers on top of her.

“I would hope so, otherwise you are dating the wrong person.” Rose returns the joke cheerily; staying hidden in her bed as Grave carefully lays her head down on Rose.

“Mmmm. You’re warm.” Grave comments as she leans on Rose, heat seeping into her from the bundle of sheets.

“I would hope so, I have like four blankets on…” Rose laughs as she pokes her face out from the pile, looking at Grave.

“I see you!” Grave plants a small kiss on Rose’s face, making her giggle as she comes out of the covers more, though she remains lying down.

“I have been spotted.” She smiles as she rubs at her face, closing her eyes for a moment as she does.

“Yes, and I’m gonna attack you!” Grave smiles as she plasters Rose’s face with kisses, Rose laughing as she squirms.

“Aaaa nooooo!” She giggles, smiling at Grave as she stops. “What have you been up to, anyway?” She changes the subject, looking interested.

“I was makin shit in my lab! What about you?” Grave watches as Rose scrunches her face in thought.

“Mmmm, what’s the time?” Rose looks up at Grave inquisitively as she tries to answer the question.

“Its 2PM exactly!” Grave smiles happily as Rose looks at her, sinking down into her covers more.

“I haven’t done anything… I’ve been in bed all day…” Rose admits, keeping her explanation vague and to the point.

“…You haven’t eaten anything, have you?” Grave questions softly, a slight bit of concern creeping in as she speaks.

“…No?” Rose smiles sheepishly. “I haven’t felt hungry or… right, I guess? So I’ve just stayed here, and I didn’t realise it was so late.” She explains as best she can, trying not to worry Grave.

“Mmmm you still need to eat tho. I can get you something?” Grave offers calmly, a smile resting on her face.

“I guess I can probably stomach something light…” Rose concedes, smiling warmly. “Think its just some annoying twenty four hour thing, I’ll probably be fine tomorrow.” She laughs gently as she watches Grave from the bed.

“I hope so!” Grave wiggles happily, though some concern lingers over her, making her hope Rose would be right.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” She reassures Grave, smiling. “But I am not getting out of this bed, so if you want attention, you gotta join me!” She giggles quietly.

“Warm time, babey!” Grave jumps into the bed, pulling herself in next to Rose, the covers now over both of them.

“Yay warm time!” Rose snuggles closer to Grave to sap her heat. “I’m still super tired…” She admits as she focuses on the warm presence beside her.

“Aaaa you wanna sleeb first and then have smol food or sleeb after food?” Grave questions as she turns to look at Rose.

“If I sleep I am not getting up again…” Rose explains, laughing gently as she looks at Grave with calm eyes.

“True. What would you like?” Grave asks in a soft voice, watching Rose as she thinks it over.

“Ummmm, I really don’t mind what I eat…” Rose confesses, trying to keep herself focused on Grave and her words.

“Mmmm… soup! What soup boi do you want?” Grave asks, wiggling gently in the bed as Rose considers it.

“I like chicken soup…” She smiles gently as she looks at Grave, feeling relaxed and calm.

“Liquid chicken it is!” Grave wiggles out of the covers, walking out of Rose’s room to head to the kitchen, Rose watching her leave as she snuggles back under the covers, trying her best to stay awake till she comes back.

“Liquid chicken!” Grave comes back into the room with a hot bowl of soup in her hand, Rose half awake as she lies in her bed.

“Thank you…” She fights against the comfortable warmth, smiling at Grave in appreciation.

“You’re welcome!” Grave carefully sets the soup on the nightstand, smiling as Rose sits up in her bed, daintily beginning to eat her soup as she motions for Grave to join her in the bed again, missing her warm presence beside her.

“Best gooorl.” Grave sits down next to her, her voice quiet and soft as Rose finishes her soup quickly, leaning against Grave when she’s done.

“You’re so cheesy…” Rose smiles gently as she envelops herself in the warmth provided by Grave.

“Mmm true, but I gotsa be!!! Its cute.” Grave giggles as Rose smiles back at her, eyes closing slightly.

“It is very cute…” Rose admits happily, her warm smile never leaving her face as she leans into Grave.

“I think you’re cuter tho.” Grave blushes slightly as she looks down at Rose, her voice quiet as Rose giggles.

“Nooo… don’t call me cute when I’m too tired to retaliate, that’s cheating…” Despite her attempts to sound stern, Rose’s smiling face give her true emotions away.

“But its true! You are very cute and I love you.” Grave explains, a smile on her face as she looks down at Rose.

“I love you too…” Rose returns the sentiment as she struggles to stay awake, feeling sleepy as Grave’s warmth seeps into her.

“You sleeby?” Grave places a gentle kiss on Rose’s face as she speaks, able to feel the slight flush in her skin.

“Mhmmmm…” Rose smiles at the kiss as she nods gently, trying and failing to keep her eyes open.

“Go sleeb!!!” Grave gently pushes Rose down into the bed so she lies down. “Sleeby time.” Rose whines gently as she’s pushed down, reaching out for Grave to join her.

“Okay, okay!” Grave giggles slightly at the image as she lies down, allowing Rose to snuggle into her for warmth, her eyes closing properly as she relaxes.

“My sleeby gorl.” Grave affectionately litters Rose’s face with kisses as she hugs her, Rose almost asleep as she enveloped in warmth and happiness.

As they sit together, Rose eventually slips into sleep, Grave following behind her, falling into a peaceful and calm sleep, wrapped in a warm embrace.

 Light shines into Rose’s room the next morning, stirring Grave from her sleep. As she looks around silently, she is able to see Rose still quietly sleeping beside her, curled up slightly in the covers. The clock reads nine, a time they would normally be up by so they could get as much done as possible

“Wake up!” Grave gently wiggles Rose to stir her, keeping her voice soft as she takes a moment before opening her eyes.

“Mmmm, what?” Rose looks at Grave with slightly tired eyes as she starts to wake up more.

“We gotta wake up, I think.” Grave explains as Rose starts to shift in the bed, bringing her hands up to rub gently at her eyes.

“Whats the time?” She questions as she brings her hands back down, yawning quietly.

“Its nine.” Grave clarifies, though she keeps her voice quiet as Rose huffs gently in response.

“Mmmmmm fine…” Rose attempts to make her voice sound annoyed, but the blooming smile on her face shows Grave otherwise. Slowly, Grave rolls off of the bed, landing on the floor.

“Am floor boi.” Grave smiles as Rose laughs quietly, looking down at her with a happy expression.

“Well, does floor boi wanna help me up?” She questions, cocking an eyebrow at Grave.

“Of course!” Grave pulls herself off of the floor, linking hands with Rose to pull her up gently. As Rose stands up, something changes, her head suddenly feeling as if she is underwater as ringing enters her ears loudly, drowning out all other noise. Her legs feel weak and tired and her chest feels tight, making it hard to breath as her vision goes in and out of focus, her skin feeling as if it was on fire as she tries to ground herself and understand what’s happening.

“You okay, Rose?” Grave looks at her in slight concern as Rose looks away from her, unable to make out what was being said, as her mind turns fuzzy, her legs following suit and giving out, making Rose fall down towards the floor.

Grave reacts quickly, managing to catch Rose before she hits the floor, concern flooding through her as she fails to come up with anything to say. Rose gently clings onto Grave as she struggles to comprehend what is going on, her skin flushed and hot.

Attempting to keep herself clam despite the rising panic inside of her, Grave gently places her healing kisses onto Rose, though for some reason the usually perfect treatment is having no effect. Rose’s mind begins to come back into itself as Grave tries to help her, allowing her to look at Grave with tired eyes as she slowly understands the situation.

Grave panics at the lack of effect, leading her to plant more soft kisses on Rose, which continue to have no effect as Rose looks more and more confused, her face flushed and tired as she watches Grave.

Her brain screaming at her in panic, Grave gently places Rose back onto the bed as she starts to look worried for Grave, ignoring her own state as she can sense the panic coming off of her.

“I-I-I’m okay…” Rose lies, trying to calm Grave down as she starts to feel worse, every muscle starting to ache and burn as she lies down, keeping her eyes focused on Grave.

“I’d love to believe that…” Grave cracks a small smile despite her worry as she looks down at Rose.

“I-I don’t know what happened…” Rose admits, frowning as everything in her body starts to feel worse. “My body just… gave up.” She looks at Grave, trying to stay calm as she struggles to think properly.

“Oh no…” Grave’s panic only rises as she looks at Rose, who reaches out, holding her hands gently.

“Hey, it’ll be okay…” Rose tries to reassure her softly, a small smile on her face, though it doesn’t touch it the same way as normal “It’ll get better eventually…” Rose continues, wanting Grave to calm down.

“… I hope so.” Grave mimics the smile, though the worry remains as Rose shivers gently, skin suddenly feeling cold despite its flush.

“Ugh, cold and tired… love it…” Rose tries to joke, laughing quietly, though her flushed and tired face shows how she truly feels. Grave gently climbs back in the bed to provide more warmth as Rose pulls the covers back over her.

“Is this any better?” Grave’s voice is gentle and quiet as she speaks, Rose smiling softly as her eyes close momentarily.

“Feels warmer at least…” She opens her eyes to look at Grave as she leans forward, pressing a soft kiss onto Rose’s lips.

“That’s good.” Grave speaks as quietly as she can, Rose smiling gently again as her eyes close out of tiredness.

“Mmmm…” Rose relaxes slightly as Grave wiggles carefully, still concerned, though some happiness bleeds through it as Rose falls asleep quickly beside her, whatever illness she currently had making her tired. The room is silent for a while as she sleeps, Grave lying beside her as a small noise sounds out from outside the house.

Grave frowns slightly, carefully getting out of bed , making sure Rose doesn’t wake up as she heads to the window of the room. A hooded figure resides outside, their face hidden from Grave as they silently raise a hand, beckoning for her to join them outside the house.

Grave groans quietly, wanting to stay with Rose and make sure she’s okay, though she needs to know what’s going on. She opens the window in front of her silently, climbing outside and dropping down flawlessly to talk to the hooded figure. But they seem to have other ideas, walking away from the house into the woods behind it for Grave to follow them, walking far enough into the woods that the house is no longer visible to either of them.

“So um… why did you bring me out here at 9 AM and looking like you’re about to kill somebody and feed it to a cryptid?” Grave questions, leaning against a tree as she watches the hooded figure in confusion. A sigh escapes the figure as the hoodie is pulled off of them and tied around their waste, revealing Siryn to Grave, one of the group’s biggest enemies. Her and her small group of bastards were a constant annoyance in the group’s life, constantly trying to ruin everything and hurt them. Grave’s small amount of surprise doesn’t register on her face as she looks at her, taking it in.

“Cool. Did you come here to fight me about something stupid or fight me about something that makes sense for once?” Grave questions, her voice emotionless as Siryn sighs quietly, rolling her eyes.

“I didn’t actually come here to fight at all…” Siryn explains, her voice equally dull. For once it looked like she might be telling the truth, instead of her usual get up, she is in casual clothing, jeans and a shirt with her hoodie tied at the waste, long brown hair tied up in a messy bun. Grave sighs happily at this news.

“Oh thank god. What did you come here for anyways?” She questions, Siryn crossing her arms gently as she leans against her own tree nonchalantly.

“I know what’s going on with Rose. She isn’t well, right? And your healing abilities aren’t working.” She explains, looking Grave in the eyes as she speaks, face neutral and unmoving.

“Oh really? Never noticed.” Grave’s sarcasm rolls off of her tongue, Siryn frowning as she struggles to not get annoyed by her as Grave fiddles with her hands.

“My point is, I know what’s going on.” Siryn attempts to clarify, trying to keep herself levelheaded and remain as polite as possible, despite it being so against her nature.

“Please tell me.” A small amount of excitement enters Grave at the prospect of getting this fixed, Siryn sighing gently.

“Well, it seems my ‘team mates’ found a way to cancel out your abilities, and slip sickness inducing drugs into one of your girlfriends drinks…” Siryn explains, looking away from Grave as she speaks.

“H m m m.” Grave’s blood involuntarily boils in anger, not believing all of what Siryn says, though she doesn’t show it on her face as she debates beating her right here and now, Siryn groaning slightly.

“Look, I know you probably don’t believe me, and frankly, I’m struggling to care right now. I just thought I’d mention it.” Siryn begins to get frustrated, her quick temper working against her as she talks, making her words harsh.

“I didn’t need to know that, but what I d o need to know is how to get my powers back so I can heal my girlfriend.” Grave explains, her only goal to get this fixed, Siryn looking away from her.

“You’re gonna have to find the team, they did it, its probably in the base somewhere…” She explains, a frown playing at her face.

“Cool, rad. Dunno why you said it like I know where the base is.” Grave groans loudly.

“I’m afraid that’s where the shitting part comes in. To get in there, you’re gonna have to trust me and let me take you there…” Siryn explains, looking at Grave with cold eyes, not looking forward to anything that was coming. Grave remains silent for a few seconds as she thinks it over.

“Alright. Sounds kinda sketchy but I’ll take it.” She agrees, Siryn watching her.

“Good, cause you’re kind of out of options if you want Rose to be okay.” Siryn shrugs, indifferent as she speaks to Grave.

“Okay, so are you gonna take me there oooorrr…?” Grave questions, losing her patience as she talks to Siryn, who spins on the heel of her foot, walking further into the woods as she gestures for Grave to follow.

“My car is this way…” She explains, her voice deadpan as she walks away, not checking to see if Grave follows.

“Oh, we’re doin cars. I loved that movie.” Grave jokes as she follows Siryn, walking fast to catch up with her as she nods silently, trying to remain calm as she walks to her car.

Grave walks with her silently, not bothering to open the car door when they get to it, opting instead to clip through the car into her seat, Siryn rolling her eyes as she opens the door, unphased as she gets inside. The car hums quietly to life as she turns the key, buckling herself in.

Grave waits patiently, wiggling slightly as Siryn gets ready, trying to not be annoyed by her, though every action was annoying to her. She huffs as she starts driving away form the woods, heading in the direction of the base.

Grave spaces out as she drives, not wanting to think about anything as Siryn tensely drives the car, hands gripping the wheel firmly as a million thoughts race through her mind, trying to figure it all out before they get to the base.

Grave leans down, putting her head on the front board of the car as her brain screams at her, Siryn looking over at her for a moment.

“Whats goin on?” She attempts to be nice, unused to it, unsure of what to say or do, especially since it was unlikely she was being believed, Grave shrugging.

“Just a little bit sleepy. What’s goin on with you?” Grave smiles, though Siryn doesn’t look convinced.

“You don’t gotta pretend to give a shit how I’m doin.” Siryn shrugs as she drives, keeping her eyes straight. “I’m aware the second this is fixed you’ll go back to beating the shit out of me, I’ve accepted it.” She speaks bluntly, Grave giggling.

“Nah, I actually care. I’m not gonna beat the shit outta you without a good reason either so… maybe I wont rearrange your guts if you don’t give me a reason to…” Grave explains, Siryn laughing, though its empty and without humour.

“You say that like I’ve not given plenty of reasons…” She trails off, never looking at Grave as she drives.

“I can like… give you a chance to not do that.” Grave offers, her voice hushed as she proposes her kind offer, the slightest hint of a smile on Siryn’s face.

“You don’t think it’s too late for me? Aren’t I a bit of a lost cause by now?” Siryn questions, her voice neutral despite the raging war of feelings inside of her.

“Nope, its not too late at all. Just because you’re an asshole doesn’t mean I’m not willing to give you a chance.” Grave explains, smiling sweetly. Siryn hides her own smile by turning her head away.

“You know, I guess I unknowingly used today as my chance to get away from this shit… guess that might have been a good idea, huh?” Siryn’s voice sounds slightly lighter as she speaks.

“Very good!” Grave wiggles happily in her seat as Siryn becomes more alert, looking ahead.

“Okay, we should be there in a minute or so. Just, be careful, keep your heads down and let me deal with this, okay? Last thing I want is a huge confrontation.” Siryn explains, looking at Grave briefly.

“Sounds good.” Grave keeps her voice quiet as her excitement builds, Siryn pulling the car over to park it at the side of the road.

“The base is down there, but we’re gonna go in on foot, don’t need the noise.” Siryn explains as she gets out of the car.

Grave clips through her own door, her feet making no noise as she follows Siryn, who enters an abandoned building at the end of the road, making her way down a flight of stairs, footsteps quiet and alert.

Grave follows her, no more wiggling or smiling, her serious face on as Siryn reaches a door at the bottom of the stairs, pressing her ear to it to check for noises, opening it silently once she decides its safe. Grave is quickly ushered through, Siryn leading her effortlessly through all the abandoned passages no one used within the base, only stopping once they reach a door.

“If I’m right, it should be through that door…” She explains, her voice slightly lower than a whisper.

“Thanks.” Grave whispers back, clipping through the door as Siryn rolls her eyes, opening the door to let herself in, silently scanning the room with her eyes.

“From what little they told me, it sounded like it was a small machine that was interrupting your abilities…” Siryn explains, looking around for such a machine.

“Ah, machines! I love those.” Grave smiles as she looks around, Siryn moving around the room quietly, keeping an eye out for the others.

“I know, shouldn’t be hard to find it…” She comments as she searches, keeping her voice low.

“This is f u n.” Grave fiddles with her fingers as the sarcastic comment comes out, making Siryn snort as she searches.

“I know, right… oh, I think that might be it…” She stops, pointing to a small but strange looking box sitting on one of the shelves.

“Hopefully.” Grave begins to go over to the box, though she stops. “This kinda feels like a trap…” She speaks quietly, the door to the room bursting open as the other two team members enter.

“Hiya Grave…” Inferno snarls, mouth pulled into an agitating grin as she waves to Grave.

“Hi! How are ya, Shitburn?” Grave waves at Inferno, a large smile plastered on her face.

“I’m great!” She smiles happily at Grave. “Did you really think Siryn was gonna help you fix your stupid little girlfriend?” She leans forward slightly as she speaks.

“I don friggin know!” Grave shrugs as Siryn walks over to her teammates, not speaking as she does.

“Well that turned out to be a mistake didn’t it?” Riptide smiles as Siryn joins them. “Cause now you’re a little fucked.” She explains, a grin present on her face.

“I am?” Grave pretends to be shocked, her sarcasm thick. “Oh wow!” She exclaims, Riptide rolling her eyes in response.

“Cute, real cute. But the reality is that maybe you’ll be fine, but Rose… not so much.” She grins as she speaks, watching Grave.

“Mhm, yes. How long is this talk gonna go for?” Grave questions, feeling tired and over this situation as she speaks.

“Well this talk can end if you just allow us to restrain you.” Inferno smiles. “Can’t have you running around after all.” She explains, trying not to get annoyed as Siryn stands silently beside them.

“Uh… sure, I guess.” Grave holds her hands out as Inferno comes closer to her, applying chains to both of her hands as well as her neck, limiting the amount of movement she is capable off. The chains seem to be applying a chemical, only increasing Grave’s tiredness as she stands there.

“So uh… you gonna play with my insides and kill me or do some other shit?” She questions as Inferno starts walking with her, leading her somewhere as the others follow behind them.

“Killing is too boring. Well, killing you at least. That’s what Rose is for.” She explains, a horrible smile etched into her skin. “Human bodies can only take poison for so long.”

“Cool, so you’re gonna kill my girlfriend for some…” Grave looks around her as she walks, thinking. “Dumb reason. Torture, right?” She enquires, looking at Inferno, Riptide shrugging behind them.

“Testing more so. Wanna see how well it works.” She smiles as she walks faster, catching up to them. “She seemed like a good candidate. Sides, needed some way to get you out of that house.” She continues, Grave no longer paying attention to them as she walks, spacing out.

She is walked into a room, being sat down by Inferno as the dosage on her chains is increased to pacify her, Inferno leading Riptide and Siryn outside to talk to them.

Grave ignores them, giving in and going to sleep for a while, wanting to be rid of the world around her. she doesn’t wake up for a while, only being stirred by some faint noises coming from outside the room as Grave closes her eyes again, not wanting to be here, only wanting to sleep and forget the world.

Some more noises sound out, though they are far away sounding as Grave squeezes her eyes closed, managing to slip back into sleep as she listens to them.

The next time she opens her eyes, she notices that she is no longer in the chair, instead lying down on the floor of the woods, alone currently. She doesn’t move, not wanting to put up with this, feeling tired of existing as she lies still.

The sound of a twig snapping as someone walks over it comes from behind Grave as someone approaches her.

“Can you please go away?” Grave questions politely, despite feeling tired and frustrated.

“Fraid not. Not right now at least.” Siryn explains as she sits in front of Grave, her hoodie back on and covering her face from view.

“Yeah no, seriously dude. Fuck off, I’m tired of your shit.” Grave keeps her tone level despite the exhaustion she feels inside of her.

“Nice way to talk to the person that got you out of that shithole… and took your chains off.” Siryn scoffs as she turns away from Grave, watching the woods.

“Ah, funny.” Grave doesn’t believe a single word coming from her mouth as she wishes for sleep to engulf her.

“Yup, cause I’ve always been one for jokes.” Siryn sighs, rubbing her hands over her face. “How’s the anaesthesia wearing off?” She questions, Grave shrugging.

“It’s leaving, I guess.” She answers, Siryn huffing as she listens to her, resisting the urge to get frustrated.

“Grave, the last thing I need right now is for you to get an attitude with me, please.” She explains as she sits quietly in front of her.

“Dude, can I be a little bit of a bitch every once in a while? Just a little bit?” Grave resists her urge to curl into a ball as she speaks.

“But why with me? I helped, didn’t I?” Siryn doesn’t look at Grave as she speaks, keeping her voice low and quiet.

“You did a bunch of other terrible shit, too. Also I’m very tired. Mentally, physically and emotionally, so I might be a bit of an asshole.” Grave sighs gently. “Sorry.” She apologises.

“Its fine… didn’t really expect you to trust me anyway.” Siryn laughs quietly. “Kinda fucked that small bit of trust up anyway.”

“Anyway, what are you gonna do now?” Grave questions, sounding annoyed, though a small amount of fear creeps into her.

“Well, considering how things went at the base…” Siryn sighs. “What do you think I’m gonna do?” She questions, not turning to look at Grave.

“Honestly dude, I don’t fuckin know anymore. You could be a decent fucking person and help me or trick me again, kill my girlfriend in front of me and film me breaking down.” Grave’s voice is calm as she speaks, Siryn snorting in response.

“Part of me wishes I wanted to be a shitty person. and the rest… well…” Siryn stands up. “Is telling me we should get out of here.” She explains.

“Alright, magic boi, what tricks have you got for me today?” Grave questions as she groans, holding her hand out, Siryn pulling her up.

“None unfortunately, just a whole lotta stubbornness.” She explains, looking away from Grave.

“Yaaaay.” Grave leans against a tree, sighing. “I’m so fuckin tired, man.” She huffs, Siryn pausing.

“I can always carry you, I have been for the past hour anyway, so…” She shrugs as she explains. ”No.” Grave pushes herself off of the tree and starts walking, limping slightly due to her tiredness as she does.

“Fair enough…” Siryn sighs as she continues walking, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, hunching over. “I’m sorry by the way…” she apologises quietly.

“Uh… its fine.” Grave hardly listens to her, sounding unsure as she responds to her.

“You don’t sound convinced.” Siryn points out, groaning. “This is all so fucked…” She mumbles, Grave flopping onto the ground, beginning to crawl normally on her hands and knees.

“Okay, do you wanna stop for a while? Clearly you have no interest in walking.” Siryn points out as she stops walking, looking down at Grave, who just keeps crawling.

“You know we don’t have a car now right?” Siryn starts walking again. “Crawling will only slow us down.” She explains as she adjusts her hoodie, pausing for a moment as Grave clicks her bones in her arms and legs, adjusting her body into an inhuman position as she crawls faster, her bones sounding terrible. Siryn looks down at her, feeling done with this situation as she sits down on the forest floor.

“Fuck…” She mutters quietly, her head in her hands, Grave turning around mid crawl.

“What is it? Am I going the wrong way?” Grave asks as she looks at Siryn, who doesn’t bother looking up.

“Probably not, don’t really know. Had to get out of the base pretty fast once they found out I destroyed the machine…” Siryn explains, covering her face with her hands.

“Oh…” Grave stops her abnormal crawling, laying down next to Siryn as she sits.

“Yeah, had to just grab you and get out as fast as I could… kinda worked, I mean, you’re okay, right?” Siryn doesn’t look at Grave as she questions her.

“Uh… yeah. You can say that. What about you?” Grave’s voice is quiet and soft as she deflects the question to Siryn, who doesn’t answer straight away.

“Well, when you mess with someone that can throw fire at your face…” She pulls her hands away from her face, revealing a burn covering half of her skin. “You tend to get fire thrown at your face.” She smiles slightly as she speaks.

“Oh no…” Slight concern enters Grave as she looks at the burn, Siryn seemingly unphased.

“Its fine… kinda deserved that for makin you think I was gonna let Rose die…” Siryn frowns gently. “Which we still need to get back to prevent…” She mutters as Grave sits up, frowning as she gently plants a kiss on Siryn’s face, watching as the burn fades away, healing perfectly.

“Thanks… come on, we should go and see if we can find the house… already messed up enough shit for one day…” Siryn sighs as Grave grabs her hand gently, recognising the way as she begins to walk, pulling her along, Siryn allowing herself to be pulled.

“You know you can leave me behind, right? I’ll figure something out.” She offers, watching Grave.

“Hmm…” Grave pretends to think for a moment. “No.” She keeps going, a firm grip on Siryn’s hand as she pulls her along.

“…Why?” Siryn’s voice is quiet as she asks the question, Grave shrugging in response.

“I dunno, I feel like I should give you one more chance…” She explains, Siryn snorting.

“Ha…” She remains quiet. “Cause that worked so well last time…” She reminds Grave, voice sounding sad.

Grave sighs, turning on her heel as she encases Siryn in a soft hug. She freezes for a moment, unsure of the contact, shaky as she accepts the hug, uneven on her feet as Grave squeezes her gently. Siryn calms down quickly, leaning out of the hug and giving Grave a smile.

“Lets go fix this shit.” Siryn looks more confident and determined as she smiles, Grave returning the smile.

“Fuck yeah.” Grave leaves the hug, grabbing Siryn’s hand again as she walks, Siryn happier now as she walks, the house coming into view after a little while, making Grave excited.

“Yaaaaay.” A small amount of happiness flows through Grave as she see’s the house, walking faster, Siryn letting go when they get to the outside of the house.

“You go deal with Rose, I’m gonna wait out here… avoid the panic of anyone seeing me.” She explains, smiling.

“Okay.” Grave returns the smile. “Bye bye!” Grave exclaims, Siryn waving as she sits down, Grave clipping through the window into the room.

Rose is still asleep in her bed as Grave enters the room, looking paler and more sick, making Grave worried. She carefully checks her pulse, fearing the worst, though a pulse thrums against her fingers, Rose’s chest rising and falling as she takes shallow breaths.

Grave feels better as she see’s this, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Rose’s face, watching as the colour comes back into face quickly, her eyes opening slightly.

“Hi…” Grave contains her excitement, remaining quiet and calm, her voice hushed as Rose opens her eyes more.

“…Hey.” Rose smiles as she looks at Grave, her eyes warm as she looks well again, watching her intently.

“You feelin better?” Grave questions, a small squeak escaping her lips as she looks down at Rose, who sits up, rubbing at her eyes lightly.

“I think so… I don’t feel like death anymore.” She explains, smiling sweetly at Grave as she sits.

“That’s good!” Grave exclaims happily, giving Rose a kiss which is happily returned.

“Its very good…” Rose sounds happy as she speaks. “Where did you go by the way?” She questions softly.

“Lab room! I had to find out how to make you better.” Grave lies, deciding Rose wouldn’t like the entire truth.

“Well I’m just glad you figured it out…” Rose smiles gently, deciding not to press the matter as she gives Grave a soft kiss.

“So am I…” Grave blushes slightly as she smiles, Rose touching her cheeks lightly.

“Are you okay? You look tired…” Rose notices as she gently holds Grave’s face in her hands, frowning slightly.

“I’m fine, I just slept a little short is all.” Grave blushes more as she explains, feeling happy.

“You sure?” Rose runs her fingers over Grave’s cheeks lightly, stroking them softly.

“Y-Yeah…” Grave smiles, stuttering slightly as she blushes at Rose’s soft contact, Rose smiling.

“As long as you’re okay.” She speaks softly as she looks at Grave with warm eyes, Grave sighing happily.

“God, you’re so cheesy.” She giggles, Rose laughing quietly as she looks at Grave.

“I have earned my right!” She exclaims, trying to sound indignant as she laughs.

“My cheesy gooorl.” Grave sounds happy as she speaks, melting slightly under Rose’s touch.

“Yes, all yours.” Rose agrees, gently touching their heads together as she speaks, smiling.

“Aaaa I love you so much.” Grave blushes more and more as she looks at Rose, who has a soft blush scattered over her freckled face.

“I love you too.” Rose speaks softly, her face soft as she watches Grave, taking everything in.

“Gaaaay.” Grave gently boops her nose with her fingers, smiling as Rose laughs again.

“You said it first.” Rose clarifies as she giggles, both of them content as they sit with one another, not worrying about the rest of the world as they keep each other company, both recovering from the events that had happened together.

[5sauceimaginethat]

Drum Wiz - Requested (Luke)

Anon: So, do u remember when they got fans upstage and let them play their guitars? Can you do one where they get you upstairs and you are kinda starstruck with the lights and stuff and say you cant play guitar but the drums and you shocked all guys with your skills and then ... Can it be with luke tho? Like he is the one that gets attracted to you. Ps. I love your writting, keep the good work!🤘🏻❤️

I hope this is okay! Enjoy!!

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Goes through your head. You’re walking behind a buff guy. The crowd is cheering around you, but it’s so much you can’t take is it in. You keep your eyes on the white letters on the back on the buff guy’s t-shirt, it spells security. You try to keep close as he’s making a way through the people for you. His pace slows down and he turns around, he lays his hand on your back and points to a few stairs. “You go up and come down here too, Okay?” you nod. “Okay, go”, he pushes you up the stairs. “Down the same way!” he yells behind you. You stumble onto the stage. The spots dazzle you, your feet carry you forwards until you feel another hand on your back.

“Here she is!” You get pulled with a body until you’re in the middle of the stage. You blink a couple of times to adjudge your eyes to the bright lights. You look to your right, to the person who’s standing next to you.  You have to look up, first you see a genuine smile and then your eyes are met by some sweet standing ones. You gasp thinking: it’s Michael Clifford. Michael Clifford is standing next to me. Michael Clifford still has his hand on my back. “Hey”, he smiles to you and then brings his mic to his mouth. “Hey, what’s your name?”, the microphone gets placed before your mouth. You want to answer, but the deafening noise coming from in front of you makes it hard to concentrate. It gives you a weird sensation, all the screaming coming from something that looks like a big black whole. Michael is getting a little uncomfortable by you not answering. So you regroup your thoughts and find your voice again.

“(Y/N)”, you stammer, immediately feeling so embarrassed. Why does my voice sound so high?

“Hi”, you hear another voice say. You look to your left and there he is: Luke Hemmings. Luke fucking Hemmings! He’s so tall and his eyes are so bright and his smile is just so dazzling.

“Are you excited to be here?” Michael asks you. You shift your attention back to him.

“Yes. Yes, really excited!” you sound more like yourself again and you start to relax a bit.

“Awesome. So (Y/N), have you ever played guitar before?”

“No”, you confess.

“We’re just gonna try it then”, Michael smiles to you. “Luke, give her your guitar”

“Oh my guitar”, he shrugs showing it’s fine and he lifts his guitar from his shoulders.

“Yeah I don’t want inexperienced hands on mine”

“Charming”, you say to yourself, but Luke heard it and chuckles. “I don’t think it’s a good idea”, you try to argue.

“It will be fine”, Michael smiles dismissing your worry and Luke hangs his guitar round you.

“I don’t want to brake your guitar”, you whisper to Luke. When it was time to choose an instrument to play, your school of music organized a small workshop where you could try different instruments. You were certain you wanted to play the guitar, but when you struck the string for the very first time it broke right away and you knew the guitar was not for you.

“You’re not gonna brake it”, he smiles to you.

“You clearly don’t know me”

“You will do fine”, Luke smiles. “Follow my lead”, he tells you what you should do with your hands and fingers. You do exactly what he tells you, but the only sounds you can get out of the instrument are some falls notes.

“Wow!” Michael laughs. “Not very good, but defiantly better than Luke”, he smirks earning a glare and a middle finger from Luke, what only makes him laugh louder.

“Sorry”, you say into the mic, pulling an apologizing face. “I’m more into the drums”

“Really”, Luke’s eyebrows go up in the air. “You play the drums?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “and I can promise I can do that better than playing the guitar.”

“Come on Ash, give the girl a chance”, Michael says to Ashton. You all turn to Ashton and he looks uncertain. He is not happy to share his drum kit with someone who just murdered a guitar. Reluctantly he stands up and makes room for you.  

“Get up there, (Y/N)”, Michael encourages you. You climb onto Ashton’s little stage and sit down behind the drums. Ashton hands you his drumsticks.

“Please be gentle”, he asks you with worry in his eyes.

“Always”, you take the sticks and wiggle on the chair until you feel you’ve found the perfect position.

“What are you gonna play?” you look around the stage. I’m on stage with 5SOS! What the hell am I gonna play? You take a deep breath and you know. You start playing ‘Don’t Stop’

“No!” all boys yell and laugh.

“Okay”, you laugh. “Something else than”, you start to think again and remember your piece you won a big completion with. You start playing and you feel in your element. When you stop  the stadium goes wild. The audience breaks loose and so do the boys.

“That was fucking amazing!” Michael yells through his mic.

“Yeah, awesome!” Ashton is jumping up and down. “Epic! You are so good! You are one fucking amazing drummer. I can leave now right? We already have a replacement for me, you’re so much better than I am, shit!” he comes to you and you stand up. His arms wrap around you and his lips are right next to your ear. “You are talented, don’t ever stop using that talent”

“Thank you”, you smile. You want to give him his drum sticks back, but he doesn’t want them back. Thankfully you turn around, Calum is already waiting for you. He opens his arms and wraps them around you.

“You are so great”

“Thank you”, you now move on to Luke. His arms are immediately tight round your waist and his lips gives you a quick peck on your cheek.

“That was so hot, I can’t lie”, you bite your lip and you’re not able to give an answer back. He just called me hot! “You are so good”

Luke lets go off you, after what seems a hug that just took place a minute to long, but you’re not complaining.

Last up is Michael, again you get a hug. “You are rocking (Y/N)”, he lets go and you smile thankfully. “Give it up for (Y/N)!” Michael shouts and the audience cheer for you.

“Thank you (Y/N)! You’re the best drummer I know”, Luke now says and you laugh, knowing Ashton is rolling his eyes.

“Thank you!” you wave to the audience and walk to the stairs, happy you can still remember what side you came up to. This was an experience you haven’t processed yet. Another buff guy helps you down the stairs. He signs you have to follow him. You have only taken two steps , when the security guy grabs to his earpiece and stops. You look around to find out what is going on, and there he is. Luke is standing in front of you.

“This might be out of line, but I have to do it”, Luke places his hand on your cheek and crashes his lips on yours. You don’t know how to react to you trust on your feelings and they tell you to go with it. You move your lips with his and sparks fly through your body. “I hope to see you after the show”, Luke whispers on your lips when you disconnect. He runs back up on stage and you’re brought back into reality. Did that just happen? I just kissed Luke Hemmings. He wants to see me after the show. Someone take me away! A little panic goes through your veins, as all sort off thoughts are running through your mind. Your lips are still tingling from Luke kiss and he has left your knees still feeling weak. What do I do?

/Dana/

[minimickzy]

TomHolland2013 posted  || Tom Holland

Request: Just something I wrote long ago 

Summary: Social Media style Imagine! Reader is in a movie with Tom and hangs out with him and the cast of Spider-Man HC. Please let me know what you think!

Characters: Tom Holland x Reader, Zendaya, Harrison, Jacob

Word count: 2200+

Warning: Fluff, soft make out 

a/n: I took this off my wattpad and changed a bit because I think I’ve grown as a writer at least a little! Infinity War has launched me back into the Marvel fandom so feel free to send in requests <3 also idk why I’m posted this so late but hey, why not?

Instagram 4:21pm July 5th

@(y/u) posted:

[picture of Tom sleeping on table]

Wake up, I want a wrap on set so I can go home! #[movie title]

TomHolland2013 and 170,693 other people liked this

17278 comments

4:31pm TomHolland2013: wow stalker much??

4:32pm (y/u): wow professorial Much?? @tomholland2013

User1: oh my god I ship it

User2: CUTE!! ❤❤❤😩

User3: agh Tom is toooooo Hot, my eyes BURN!!

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Instagram 2am July 7th

@TomHolland2013 posted:

[photo collection of you, Tom, and Harrison with cake smeared on faces]

Fun night out with the mates!!

@hazosterfield @(y/u)

10:34am (y/u): delete this, I look like shit!

User1: OMG (Y/N) IS SO HOT WTF SHSJSKAKAKAN

12:37pm @tomholland2013: um? Bish where? @(y/u)

User2: Um, did @tomholland2013 just call @(y/u) hot??? IM DECEASED

12:38pm @(y/u): you did not just quote a vine

5:32pm @hazosterfield: stop bickering like a old married couple!! @(y/u) @Tomholland2013

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Instagram [Dm] July 13th

12:34am Tom: oh my god!

1:53am You: what?!

1:53am Tom: Tessa just shook my hand

1:54am You: I thought this was serious

3:24am Tom: I don't know what's more serious than my dog putting her paw on my hand and moving it up and down??

3:27am You: Tom it's 3:27 am go tf to sleep

8:35am Tom: I think it was a dream

8:37am Tom: I tried again this morning, She doesn't know how to do it anymore

8:43am You: 😢😢😢

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[(y/u) is live on Instagram]

9,367 viewers July 15th 3:45 pm

"Hey guys, it's me (y/n)" you say, "and me, Tom Holland!" Tom pushed you aside to get in the shot. You laughed and shoved him over a little so you both fit in the frame. "We're on set here in uh, Toronto. It's kinda boring actually." Tom laughed. You started to read though some of the comments:

User1: LOOK AT MY PARENTS

User2: Tom please say quackson for me!!

User3: ILYSM

User4: Hi from London!

You nudged Tom, "say quackson." He shot you a gentle glare, "No, absolutely not." You gave him puppy dog eyes in a lame attempt to change his mind, "Please." "Why." "Because the viewers are asking for it.... I'll give you a peak on the cheek." He rolled his eyes, "if you want me to say it that bad.... Quackson." You smiled at him and kissed his cheek, then went back to the comments:

User1: OTPPP

User2: are they dating??

User3: AGH I WISH I WAS (Y/N)

User4: @User2 THEY SAY NO BUT I MEAN WE ALL KNOW THEY’RE LYING

User5: SHE KIISED HUS CHEEK OMG OMG JANSINSSMMAMA

You laughed and started to answer questions left by the viewers, trying to ignore the pinkish tint on both your and Toms cheeks.

[live ended]

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iMessage July 15th

5:33pm Tom: hey

5:33pm You: what's up?

5:35pm Tom: no hi?

5:36pm You: hi, what's up?

5:36pm Tom: better 😂, and Haz and I are meeting up with Z so I was wondering if you wanted to come along?

5:36pm Tom: we could pick you up around 7ish?

5:42pm You: um, sure. What are we doing?

5:42pm Tom: idk, Z invited us over to just hang out and maybe watch a movie

5:43pm You: okay, I'll be ready

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Zendaya's Snapchat Story July 16th

1:32am

[video from the side, of you asleep in toms arms under a blanket while Harrison is pointing and smirking with the caption 'this is what you guys get for falling asleep after one movie' and Zendaya laughing in the background]

3:24am

[picture from front of you and Tom with Zendayas Bitmoji blowing a kiss]

7:45am

[picture of you hiding your face with one hand and flipping the camera off with the other. Your hairs a mess and you’re wearing Toms shirt from yesterday. Tom’s in the background laughing and Haz is pulling a funny face. With the caption of '(y/n) is not a morning person']

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Interview with (y/n) (y/l/n) and Tom Holland, July 20th [cut to 6:34 minutes in]

Interviewer: "So, on Zendaya's Snapchat, 4 days ago we saw some cute sleepy cuddling snaps of the two of you. And fans want to know if your dating or what's the story behind that?"

Tom: "I mean no, we're just friends, and the story is that we were both just really tried and fell asleep."

You: "yeah, I just needed a pillow."

Interviewer: "so then that morning shot of (y/n) in your shirt... that was just..."

Tom: *chuckles* "she was just cold and spilled something on her shirt so I gave her mine and got one that I had forgot at Z's"

Interviewer: "oh so you and Zendaya then" *smirks*

Tom: "no, we're friends, nothing more."

Interviewer: "So, you two have no feelings for each other?"

Tom and You share a awkward glance

Tom: "uh..."

You: "do you mean Me- an-and Tom or Tom-"

Tom: "well I mean yeah we have a great time together. Thank you."

Tom put a hand on your back and moved you along still rambling.

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Instagram [Dm] July 20th

4:02pm You: That lady really grilled us, huh?

5:23pm Tom: I know right

5:32pm Tom: do you think I was too rude?

5:32pm You: no, you saved my rambling ass tho, Thanks

5:33pm Tom: don't mention it

6:18pm Tom: Z's house? 8:30ish

6:19pm You: meeting there or driving together?

6:20pm Tom: pick you up at 8

6:20pm You: 👌🏻

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Instagram July 20th 8:37 pm

@TomHolland2013 posted:

[photo of you driving and him pulling a goofy face]

stuck in traffic with my favorite lady @(y/u)

163,827 people liked this, 12437 comment

User1: where you going?

@Zendaya: so I guess your running late than, huh?

User2: date night?

@TomHolland2013: oh yeah, whoOps. Sorry 😢 @zendaya

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Instagram July 20th 10:47 pm

@Zendaya posted:

[picture of Tom, Zendaya, Jacob, Harrison and you]

We're going live in ten minutes!! Playing truth or dare so give us some good ones!

462,729 people liked this, 19299 comments

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[Zendaya is live on Instagram]

15,682 viewers July 20th 10:58 pm

"Hey guys!" Zendaya waved to the phone and then spun it around your small circle so you all could wave. "Okay so how this is going to work, is we'll go around and ask truth or dare and then you guys pick what we do... so... yeah and I'm gonna start!"

The game was fun, viewers ate it up. You went around a few times before Zendaya clapped her hands together and said goodbye to the watchers and turned her phone off for the night. "Okay, now for the real ones." Harrison smirked. You knew it was coming but you hoped they'd just leave you alone. "Tom, truth or dare?" Jacob asked with a grin you knew too well playing at his lips, "Uh," Tom shot Harrison a nervous smile, "dare?" "Okay! well you both had to have known this was coming, but... the sexual tension is actually killing us." Zendaya said motioning to Jacob, Harrison and herself. You felt your cheeks turning beet red.

"I'd normally say just kiss, But... this time I'm thinking the classic seven minutes in heaven." Harrison pipes up. "Okay. (Y/N)," Tom stood up and put his hand out for you. You took it and pulled yourself up, shooting a glance back at the group and then let Tom pull you to a closet that was out of earshot.

Harrison came behind you and shut the door so you were now surrounded by darkness and you were trapped. "So..." Tom chuckled, "we don't have to actually do anything, but we should talk, I mean there's something here, you can't tell me you don't feel it." He trailed off almost to a whisper. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel it." You smiled as His hand brushed against your arm. You reached for it holding it tight in your grasp.

You reached with your other hand up to find his cheek. "Maybe... we could, you know, just to defuse the tension." You let a shaky breath. "Well I mean- I don't- we should really give them something right?" Tom said stepping closer to you. "Most definitely." You pulled yourself up to meet his lips.

It just felt right, you fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. He lightly pushed you against the wall and you put your hands in his hair, "this feel so good." "Agreed." You let out a small laugh, "Tom? Remind me why we didn't do this sooner." "I have not the slightest fucking clue." You moved your lips back his and melted in his arms. "should we tell people? The press I mean." You asked "I don't even know," Tom laughed and joined him going back into a makeout session. 

But sadly the two of you were met with the door swinging open. "So, how was it." Harrison smirked, you patted down your hair and smiled a little. Tom came out behind you and Harrison started laughing. You turned to see what was so funny and saw Tom had your lipstick smeared all over his lips and a little on his neck. You chuckled and used your thumb to wipe some of it off. When you went back to the living room Tom clapped his hands and yelled "we're official." You smiled and sat down as the others lightly cheered, this time not afraid to let his arm find its way around you.

"We're not going to release it to the press yet. We don't want or need the extra drama." You smiled. Zendaya nodded, "as long as the air is loose I'm good." And it was. Tom and You were a lot more relaxed and could exactly act on your thoughts that you used to push aside.

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Instagram July 26th 2:16 pm

@TomHolland2013 posted

[picture of you and Zendaya laughing at a beach]

Feels great to have such a beautiful view @(y/u) @zendaya

278,352 people liked this, 43,680 comments

User1: oh my god is Tom and Zendaya dating??

User2: @user1 Or Tom and (y/n)

User3: HOT DAMN BBY GALS

User4: ploy anyone?

User5: I wish I was Tom

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(y/u)'s Snapchat Story July 27th

[picture of you driving looking away in the background of Toms selfie. Caption: hacked]

[video from lap of you singing to the radio and then Turning to Tom. "Are you videoing me?!"]

[picture of you at stop light smiling at the camera. Caption: paparazzi following us for like 10 miles, we just want to eat 😢😢]

[video of you ordering food at (y/f/ff)]

[video's of the women working at the window freaking out because you and Tom are talking to them, you laugh and take a selfie with them and Tom though the window and sign a napkin for each of them]

________

"Those women were so nice." You smiled, walking into your apartment with Tom trailing behind with the food. "Yeah" Tom plopped on the couch and turned on E! News as you put your bag and keys away. "Seriously, you want to watch that?" You laughed sitting down next to him. The host was taking about the latest 'Hollywood break-up'. "I wanna know what's the drama in the entertainment world." He smiled as you rolled your eyes at him. "But the love in LA wasn't lost today," The host said, "Tom Holland and (y/n) are rumored to have a relationship behind closed doors, today Tom and (y/n) posted riding together to pick up some fast food and surprise the employees working in the drive threw window." She spoke as the video's and photos played on screen. "We're the drama" Tom smirks, and you let out a little laugh. "Can we watch a movie now?" He nods and changes to Netflix.

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@TomHolland2013 Instagram Story 11:56pm July 27th

[picture of you asleep on his chest. Caption: goodnight Instagram]

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Instagram Dm July 29th

1:47pm Tom: (y/n)

1:47pm Tom: (y/n)

1:47pm Tom: (y/n)

1:47pm Tom: (y/n)

1:47pm Tom: (y/n)

1:48pm Tom: (y/n)

1:48pm You: yes?

1:49pm Tom: I think we should tell people

1:49pm You: Its been 9 days

1:50pm Tom: so can I post a happy 10 days love, tomorrow?

1:56pm You: Really?

1:56pm Tom: yes

1:57pm You: okay... but I get to post one too.

1:57pm Tom: THANK YOU!

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Instagram July 30th 10:22am

@Tomholland2013 posted:

[picture of him holding you bridle style]

Happy 10 Days love @(y/u) 😘   📸// @hazosterfield

162,729 people liked this, 102,478 comments

User1: HOLY MY GOD OTS OFFICIAL

O F F I C I A L

User2: IM CRYING IN THE CLUB

User3: REPORT RED ALERT OTP OTP CANON

(y/u): ❤❤ can't believe you used this picture!

User4: I want death SKSNSNAKNS

Zendaya: congrats you crazy kids

Tomholland2013: I love this photo @(y/u) and thank you Z @zendaya

[let me know if you’d like to be tagged for marvel/peter parker or Tom holland imagines in the future]

[purrincess-chat]

The Girl Under the Mask CH 8

It’s finally here! Sorry it took so long, I just couldn’t decide what I wanted with this chapter, but hopefully you enjoy it even tho it’s a little less fluffy than the other ones. This series is becoming more involved now. It’s less loosely connected one-shots now and more development and progression based, so sorry if you only wanted fluff. I totally get it if you unsubscribed, but for those that stay I hope you continue to enjoy it! It’s still gonna have tooth-rotting fluff, there will just be mild angst sprinkled in at times, but the ending is gonna be happy, I promise!

FF | AO3

Chapter 8

That night Adrien leaned against his shower wall with a dreamy sigh as the water hit his chest and rolled down his abdomen. Ladybug took off her mask for him that day. She’d been at the fencing tournament to cheer him on, and, more importantly, she’d kissed his cheek. He touched the spot tenderly, closing his eyes and reliving that moment over and over. Tonight would be the night he told her his feelings. He was sure of it.

After cleaning up, he flicked the water off and wrapped a towel around his waist, rubbing another one on his hair as he dug through his closet for his pajamas. He shoved aside some of the nerdier ones, looking instead for something more attractive to wear, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. Should he dress up a little more? Did he really want to confess his feelings to the girl of his dreams wearing his Knightowl pajama pants? Biting his lip, he slid open his bathroom door and stepped out into the room.

“Plagg, have you seen that shirt I wore for the photoshoot yesterda-” He stopped short as his gaze fixed on the red and black suit frozen in place next to the window, her yoyo half fastened around her waist as she stared at him with equally wide eyes. His gaze flicked down to the towel around his waist and the water still dripping from his hair then back up to her, and in 9an instant her hands flew up to cover her eyes as he stepped back into the bathroom and slammed the door shut with a short gasp.

“I’m so sorry!” She shouted after a moment as he leaned against the door, sucking in deep breaths to calm his pounding heart. “The window was open, and I didn’t know you weren’t decent!”

“N-No, no! It’s my fault! I took longer than I usually do,” He called back, cheeks burning with embarrassment, and she fell silent for a moment.

“Should I leave?” She asked finally, and Adrien felt a wave of panic surge through his stomach.

“No! Stay! I…I’ll just be a minute!” He insisted, taking a quick breath before striding over and digging frantically through his drawers for something, anything to wear. Clothes. He just needed clothes.

Pulling on the first things his hands touched, he awkwardly stumbled to the door and pushed it open once more, adjusting his damp hair and clearing his throat. Ladybug peeked out from behind her fingers cautiously before slowly lowering them back to her sides and averting her gaze. Awkward silence hung between them before she finally shifted to clasp her hands together in front of her.

“Nice pajamas,” She remarked, risking a glance and offering him a small smile, and he glanced down to realize he’d put on his aforementioned dorky Knightowl pants. Great.

“Thanks,” He said with a wince, and she pointed to his shirt.

“Your shirt’s on backwards,” She informed, pressing her lips into a firm line as he fiddled with the tag on his neck.

“And inside-out,” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sorry. This is awkward.”

“Yes, it is,” She chuckled, rocking back on her heels. “So, do you want to watch a movie or something, or-”

“A movie sounds great,” He enunciated, shoving his hands into his pockets before stiffly leading the way to the couch.

They sat down hesitantly next to each other, avoiding eye contact while Adrien fumbled with the remote. This evening wasn’t going how he’d planned at all. And after they’d had such a wonderful afternoon. He couldn’t possibly tell her how he felt now. Maybe not ever.

“What happened to your shoulder?” She asked out of the blue after a few minutes of painful silence.

“My shoulder?” He cocked a brow.

“I noticed you have a bruise. N-Not that I was trying to look or anything, I just happened to notice when you walked out, and I kind of panicked, and so, um, are you okay?” Her mask furrowed slightly in concern.

“Oh, uh, that’s probably from the tournament earlier. Fencing can be a little rough sometimes. Bruising is kind of common on the arms and chest,” He explained, holding up reassuring hands, and she relaxed a little.

“That’s good. I mean, it’s not good that you get bruised up, but I thought that maybe you’d gotten hurt, I dunno.” She shook her head, and Adrien smiled, placing a hand over hers.

“It’s sweet of you to be concerned about me. I’m happy that you care,” He said sincerely, and her lips curled into a small smile. “And I’m happy that you came to the tournament today. It really meant a lot.”

“Well, we’re friends now, and I wanted to cheer you on,” She remarked with a shrug, shifting to curl her legs and get more comfortable. “Isn’t that what friends are for?”

“I know, but still…I don’t often get that kind of support, so it’s nice,” He said carefully, shifting his gaze to his lap with a small frown, and Ladybug’s mask furrowed worriedly so he perked back up. “But enough about that, what are you in the mood for tonight?”

“Does your dad ever come to your tournaments?” She asked, and he pursed his lips to hide his grimace.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I think it does,” She stated seriously, cautiously reaching for him but stopping short when he shifted away.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you-”

“It’s fine.” His response was shorter than he intended, more clipped, and the steeliness of his tone brought a stifling silence to the room.

“Maybe it’d be better if I just go,” She suggested, standing up awkwardly and reaching for her yoyo, and Adrien felt his chest tighten as he watched her walk to the window with curled shoulders.

“Ladybug, wait.” She stopped short, turning to face him as he stood up and crossed the room to join her. “I didn’t mean to be so harsh. It’s just…kind of a sore subject that I don’t like to think about, and I didn’t want to drag you into my problems.”

“No, I shouldn’t have pressed. It’s really none of my business, and I didn’t mean to pry. You don’t have to tell me anything personal if you don’t want to,” She insisted, and Adrien gave her a small, grateful smile.

“We’re a mess tonight, aren’t we?” He said with a laugh, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, we are,” She agreed, tugging one of her pigtails awkwardly before straightening up. “I think we could both stand to clear our heads a little.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Adrien conceded, slumping a little that their evening was already ending.

“So, have you ever seen Paris from the rooftops before?” She extended a hand to him with that playful glint, and he felt his cheeks flush, heart fluttering a little bit as he took it and stepped into her embrace, wrapping his arms securely around her shoulders. “Hang on.”

He felt his breath catch as she tossed her yoyo out the window and tugged the slack, sending them shooting out into the night. Instinctively, he hugged himself closer to her as they flew, grateful for the excuse of falling allowing him the opportunity to cling closer. Gliding through Paris with Ladybug felt like a dream, one that he couldn’t believe he was actually living, and when they landed on a roof overlooking the Seine, Adrien was left breathless by more than just the view. The love of his life had stolen him from his room for a secret nighttime excursion through Paris. Despite her earlier declaration of friendship, he couldn’t help but pretend that this was a romantic adventure, and the thought of snuggling up and snogging atop famous Parisian architecture made his stomach somersault a little.

“Sometimes I like to come up here to think,” She remarked, fastening her yoyo to her hip and admiring the scene below. “Plus it’s just so beautiful up here.”

“Yeah, it is,” Adrien said softly, gaze softening on her before he shook himself. “You’re lucky that you get to enjoy this kind of view all the time.”

She giggled at that. “We can do this anytime you want. Sometimes it’s nice to have company.”

A brisk wind blew by, and Adrien rubbed his arms, shivering a little. Ladybug seemed to notice and instinctively moved closer, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head against his shoulder. Blood rushed to his cheeks, warming him up in an instant, but he never wanted that moment to end. All of this had to mean something, right? He couldn’t be imagining the slight way she pressed closer to him or the contented smile on her face as they leaned against each other for warmth. It was all far friendlier than she’d ever been with Chat Noir, but maybe it was just his wishful thinking.

“So, what do you think about when you come up here?” He asked finally to distract himself from the myriad of thoughts racing through his head.

“All kinds of stuff,” She said, gazing up at the stars and leaning down to rest her arms on the railing. “School, friends, boys, being a hero, and how that impacts all of that stuff.”

“What do you mean?” He mirrored her position, lightly brushing his arm against hers and crossing his ankles. To his delight, she didn’t shy away from his touch.

“I’m always running around saving people, but I can never tell my friends or family why I’m always disappearing or showing up late,” She said with a frown. “I don’t like lying to them.”

“So why don’t you just tell them the truth?” He cocked a brow, and she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

“I can’t. No one can know who I really am. Not even the ones I care about,” She shifted her gaze back to the city.

“Don’t you want to tell them-” He stopped short when she turned to him and gave him the same warning look she often gave Chat, but it quickly devolved into a sly smile.

“Now who’s asking prying questions?” She teased, and Adrien rubbed the back of his neck with an apologetic wince as she reached for her yoyo. “It’s getting late. I should take you home.”

“Right…” He pursed his lips then secured his arms around her shoulders once more.

It seemed as though identities were one subject she’d never budge on, no matter how she truly felt about them. Though he supposed she had no real reason to divulge any of that information to him. It’s not like she knew of his own involvement in her life outside of their nightly visits, and it seemed as though he wasn’t going to get to tell her any time soon.

“Sleep tight, Mr. Fencing Champion,” She said once she set him back on his bedroom floor.

“Thanks,” He said with a short chuckle, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll try not to be naked.” He smirked, and she bit back a smile of her own. “Good night, Bakerbug. Maybe if you bring me cookies tomorrow, we can forget tonight ever happened.”

“Sounds good,” She laughed before tossing her yoyo and disappearing out into the night once more.

Adrien leaned against the window pane with a sigh. That night hadn’t gone how he’d planned at all, and he felt like he’d missed the perfect opportunity to confess. But it was just as well. They still didn’t know each other very well, so it was unlikely that she’d even feel the same way about him yet. For now he’d keep inching closer to her until the perfect moment finally arrived.

[etherealrj]

running on ice - reddie

pairings : reddie

warnings : jealously ?

masterlist

requests are closed

a/n sorry this took so long, I have so many request right now and i'm like mentally sinking under pressure. I hope this is okay anon!

Eddie always came along to Richie’s shows. It was a tradition, even both they started dating. Eddie would face his fear of the germs to come and listen to his boyfriends loudly obnoxious band play covers of songs he’s never heard, in favour of watching Richie get hot and sweaty as he periodically exhorted his energy banging on his drums.

 Richie on the other hand would come to the pep rally every Friday night to support Eddie’s appearance, regardless of his hatred for most of human kind nothing could rival seeing your boyfriend in tight pastel pink booty shorts. 

Eddie usually sat backstage at Richie’s shows, this was usually due to Richie not wanting Eddie to panic and cause an asthma attack from stressing over anybody out on the floor.

But today was different.

Eddie claimed that sitting behind the curtains just wasn’t good enough for tonight, therefore he just had to stand dead centre stage to watch his lover perform. Richie was hesitant because he didn’t want to see the fragile boy get hurt. He knew how rough the floor could get scattered with intoxicated youths and Richie knew it was no place for a five foot four, skinny, pale, flower crown wearing teenage boy. But Eddie had insisted that, that there wasn't any other place he going to be regardless of Richie’s protests.

Richie had placed himself behind the drums, twirling the drum sticks that loosely rest in his hands. As he scanned he crowd, it was a pretty good turn out tonight. A small non-existent smile made it's way onto his lips at the idea of people actually appreciating him for his talents, a wave of relief fled through his body, maybe he could actually get somewhere in life. Soon the idea of the masses of people seemed to have changed his opinion.

He scanned the crowd looking for Eddie's figure, even if he wasn't dating him, the poor boy he stuck out like a saw thumb among the copious amount of dark clothes that stood on the floor, covering the space with an aura the Richie was all too comfortable with.

 Blinking behind his glasses, he narrowed his gaze slightly to this side of the stage where he found Eddie standing leaning slightly against a tall bar table. Richie noted that Eddie had found someone to talk to, and that in itself made Richie smile. Knowing that Eddie was comfortable in one of the only other places Richie was. Richie must have been staring at the pale boy for a bit longer than he thought because the only thing that broke him from his gaze was the fact it was getting harder and harder to see him. The stage lights had begun to dim and the loud strum of the bass guitar echoed the dark room.

 Richie straightened his back and placed his drum sticks in their selected hands, starring out at the audience and seeing only the faint outlines of human bodies.

 The coloured stage lights were suddenly turned on, and Richie heard the loud cheer from their small crowd. He heard their lead singer speak into the microphone probably asking the basic and stereotypical 'hey, how's everyone was doing tonight,' but Richie paid little no attention as he looked back over at the space Eddie was currently occupying.

His mouth dropping a gape as he watched the boy laugh at something the delinquent had said. Richie whole opinion on the other male had changed as fast as a drop of a pin.

Eddie's back was turned to the stage and his full attention was focused on a complete and utter stranger. He faintly heard the beginning of song start and he subconsciously hit drums the way he had been practicing for the past weeks but his gaze still pierced the back of Eddie's head wondering what was just so interesting that he couldn't even face the direction of his actual boyfriend and pretend like he was enjoying the music even though Richie knew otherwise.

Richie narrowed his eyes as he watched a hand creep up the sleeve of Eddie's jacket. Eddie obviously didn't feel the need to brush him away. One of the only faults that Eddie Kaspbrak will ever exhibit is the inability to be able to recognise that literally everyone wanted a piece of him. Richie wasn't even going to hide the fact he was jealous. He gave that up long ago.

Eddie was his, and only his. It wasn't that he didn't trust Eddie, he just didn't trust anyone else around him. The boy was small, cute and docile, meaning he would be just as easy a target as it would be to steal a puppy from a shelter. Eddie trusted everyone, and Richie was the complete opposite.

The band played a few more songs before they were able to take a break. As soon as the stage lights turned off and the floor was lit, Richie rushed down onto the hard concrete despite the protest from his lead singer about their need to recuperate behind stage.

Richie's long limbs were seen jumping from the side stage and striding five short steps in Eddie' direction. Once arriving the older boy sat  his head onto of the younger and his arm sliding around Eddie's waist. Eddie flinched away from his touch and Richie tried not to let his disappointment show. Glancing to the right he saw the denim jacket wearing loser that was trying to steal his boyfriend, sipping on a drink that was clearing not cherry cola. He glared at the side of the strangers face as he brought the glass cup to his lips.

Eddie turned his head to meet the hard face of Richie Tozier. Body immediately relaxing under his touch. "Hey babe." Eddie said, a comical expression plastered itself on his face as he observed Richie's stoic look. Turning slightly to kiss the taller boys cheek. Richie tore his glare from the other the boy and focused his gaze on Eddie. "It's been a good show so far." Richie scoffed.

"Yeah, like you would fucking know." Richie said, sound muffled by Eddie's dark brown curls. "Watcha doing with this guy." He gestured across the table to where the guy now stood starring across at the pair.

The unknown guy reached his arm across the table holding out his hand. "Hi I'm-" "I wasn't talking to you." Eddie pushed back against Richie's chest and moved from out of the taller boys grasp.

"Richie that wasn't very nice." Eddie's eye widened in surprise at the blatant bluntness coming out of Richie's mouth.

Richie's eyes widen, "Can you not see that he's trying to get with you!" Richie gestured wildly, sending his long limbs flying about. Eddie sighed, and turned back to the mysterious man informing him that the pair will be right back. Eddie gripped onto the side of Richie's leather jacket, pulling him through the masses of people toward backstage.

As they past the heavy black curtains, Eddie let go of Richie's sleeve and turned to face him. "What's up with you?" He asked, curiosity shown in his eyes. His eyes travelled over Richie's sweat cladded face, dark curls clung to his forehead, his face was flush with a light shade of pink making the freckles that Eddie loved disappear for an apparent amount of time.

Richie kicked the tip of his shoe against the concrete, reluctantly looking into Eddie's eyes. "Nothing, Eddie Spaghetti." Richie beamed a smile toward the boy. Eddie quirked an eyebrow at Richie's all too wide smile. Eddie placed his hand son his own hips and gave Richie an expected stare. Richie rolled his eyes and dropped the smile off his face. "I don't like you talking to that guy."

"Rich, you can't get angry every time I talk to other guys,"

"Eddie! He was touching you! I was watching the whole time, you didn't ever turn to face the stage once!" Richie sighed. "I love you too much to just sit back and watch. I don't want to lose you to som-some denim jacket tattoo covered freak!" Eddie's lip twitched into a side smile, as he reached out and took a hold of Richie's hand.

"You are the only denim jacket tattoo covered freak for me baby, I promise." Eddie stood upon the tips of his toes, to press a chaste kiss upon Richie's lips. Richie faintly heard someone callout for him, informing him he's got two minutes until they go back on stage. With an annoyed grunt, Richie pulled Eddie into his embraced, wrapping his arms around the smaller boys shoulders tightly. Richie felt Eddie hug back just as tight, while wrapping his own arms around Richie's middle section. Muffled by Richie's jacket he faintly heard Eddie's teasing tone say,

“There’s no need to be jealous, Rich.” Richie scoffed and pulled away began walking in the opposite direction, shouting in response.

“Shut it Ed’s.” Richie walked away with a genuine  smile on his which made a few of his bands members send him questioning looks which he all dismissed with shake of his head.

As the stage lights turned back on, Richie glanced through his fingerprint cladded glasses to see Eddie's bright smile staring right back at him from  centre stage.  

Richie couldn't be happier.

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[blackwomenconfessions]

English isn’t my native tongue and I feel really lazy, so I’m going to make it quick. I am alone and lonely at the same time, I have no friends like I have messenger, snap, instagram, twitter, tumbler, even fucking tinder( lol to fill the emptiness inside of me with some men’s attention tbh, I don’t really care about none of these dudes and even on tinder, I may have a lot of dudes who seem into me, nobody is talking to me), I can’t make friends at my job because I just cannot trust these people. The closest person I am at my job is this white girl who’s like the boss favorites but she is kinda hypocrite and I don’t know I don’t really trust the girl. My family never calls me, like my parents call me like 2 times a month maybe, but my two other sisters ? It’s like I don’t exist to them. And oh let’s not talk about my aunts and my cousins who live in the same area as me, they don’t want to fuck with me, not even a bit. One of my aunt came to my job( i work in clothes store) and I was like so happy to see her and she just ignored me. In August, I had no more money left so I couldnt eat, and I asked my cousins and aunts to help me ( in christmas time, let’s call her aunt 1 told me that if i need food and help i can call her, that’s what i did and her son barely help me ) and like yeah i’m not even going to continue on this that is too disappointing for me lol. My family doesn’t financially and emotionally help me and that shit hurts. My sister is probably “ wealthier” than me ( we both live on our own, im 18 almost 19 btw and my sis is 22 i think) and i asked for one damn dollar one day( i wanted to see her reaction) and she said no. So that tells you a lot about my family.

Friends now. HA HA HA. i feel miserable, at my job no one wants to fuck with me idk why, everytime i talk to them at break they are doing shit on their cellphone. My friends from other cities, they never talk to me. There was this white bitch who came back in my life and like i really liked her and we were good friends but i’ve noticed that that she was always being dramatic and making the convo about her like even when i was like feeling down she was like “ okay why it is right now who tell me this??? You dont trust me???” like i need emotional support dumbass right now, not a fuckinng lesson. And she gives these super rainbow calinours advices that we all know that cant help, and since she have her boyfriend, she just stopped to talk and she told me she will never let me down and she is and im not even being dramatic about and like aaahhhh fuck off. My life is just shit. The two “ friends” that are the same area as me is this lightskin girl but she is like so toxic and disrespectful but at the same time, she is the only one who can chill me with me and stuff and she’s kinda cool and the other one is an asian who is cool but like she always want to go in a bar and get drunk, i dont like spending my money. When i am in bars with her, she is the one who get all of the attention so no.


The people around me suck, i am not the attractive kind of black girl, i am self centered and kinda of narcissic, and like i really need help. I am not in college, i took like few months to relax myself from college but i want to go back in winter if they accept me but im scared as fuck. I applied to an anglophone college and maybe y'all dont feel concerned about this because this blog is predominantly african american but as a franco canadian this is a big challenge for me. The college i go to is not only super anglophone but like most people there are fucking rich kids from the suburbs and i’m not. I live on my own, i pay on my shit, since im 16.

You know what scares me the most? Is to be alone but like forever. I will never find true love dont fucking tell that i will because that is a lie that im tired to believe in. Like yo, im not your typical black girl. Full 2017 trendy dressed, with beautiful loose curl and a random straight wave with makeup on point, and big curves, im not like that. I am not trying to brag here but i really do believe im different from most black girls and that is a good and bad thing. People expect me to be extravertie and funny but i just cannot be like that, not everyone understand my humor sense, anyway. And yeah, this is mean but i dont like to waste my time talking to unecessary people if there’s not something in it for me, right??my personality is horrible as well as my looks and i reallly dont think a men will find a once of beAuty in me. I forced myself into loneliness because i dont want to have hope and get disappointed. The last dude i like “ dated” is on fucking hard drugs and want to become a girl ( not because he’s trans tho because he wants to “ experience” and he’s tired of his masculinity) ohh good lord, i hate seeing these average boring lightskins or black or asian girls getting all the men and like people seem to easily like them. I make one fucking mistake at my job and everyone be hating me for this. Jesus christ, how other black girls deal with being … a black girl? Im 18, caribbean, franco canadian and black and i’ve always have problems because i am francophone and black and a girl. Can someone help me. I have my first appointement with a therapist soon ( like tomorrow, we are the october 9 today) and i hope this wont be useless and will lead me to something good. Most therapist i met, just let me down and disappeared.

To fill my lack of daily love and cuddles and attention, i decided to focus on money and grades. But i know that one day, when i’ll be really wealthy i’ll miss being with people. 
Im getting bad and bad and bad. I started AGAIN to cut and to bleach. This time im using lemon and baking soda instead of buying toxic shit, doesnt seem to work tho…


I need comfort please 
Help me

[killer-barnes]

Helpless

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter meets the Reader at Homecoming and things ensue from there. 

Word Count: 3723

Warnings: language, puppy love Peter, kissing (on le cheek), this is just a major load of fluff (you have been warned), love at first sight (aka rushed).

A/N: Allllright, I feel so bad that it has taken me THIS long to post something. It’s been a messy last couple of weeks, so thanks for staying with me! I hope you enjoy anon, and I hope I did the song justice! *Also if this is close to anyone else’s fic, that wasn’t my intention. Forgive me pls (you can ask me to change/take it down if need be). (P.S. Y’ALL THIS GIF PART OF THE MOVIE THO) Enjoy!

Based on the song ‘Helpless’ from Hamilton (upon request).

Listen to the song here

High school is one of those things you either hate or enjoy. It’s not that Peter necessarily “hated” high school, he just had troubles of fitting in the right crowd, talking to girls, and never failing any class he’s taken throughout his high school career, so far. In a way, it’s like college. In order to get the full experience and get yourself out there, people always say to join clubs, take interesting classes, and go to events. Peter, however, being the shy, awkward teenager he is, never really felt like putting himself out there as much as he should of. Yeah, he was apart of a few clubs, but after a while, he wasn’t as interested as he was when he joined.

He had joined them merely because Ned forced him to be apart of something, even if it was beyond nerdy. Peter was glad Ned gave him a little nudge, but at the same time, he just wanted to go home with Aunt May and play some stupid video game or update the latest computer he’s been working on.

But the worst thing of all to him is not just fitting in, or being ignored by his crush. It’s school dances that terrify him. One in particular was creeping up the corner and it’s one that everyone goes to.

Homecoming.

Ned of all people know about Peter’s inevitable fear of going to school dances. They’ve been to plenty in middle school and each have had their fair share of horrible experiences, Peter’s definitely outweighing Ned’s by a long shot. He knows it’s ridiculous to be “afraid” of dances, but everyone has their weird fears, right? Peter knew that Ned would talk about this year’s Homecoming, but wouldn’t pressure Peter into going if he wasn’t comfortable with it.

Walking out of calculus with his backpack hanging loosely off his shoulder, Peter heads towards his locker to grab some extra books before heading to the cafeteria for lunch. Keeping his head low and trying to avoid any lurking bullies, Peter makes it through the line in the cafeteria and heads to his usual table where Ned is already there, intently reading some random comic book he keeps stashed in his backpack.

“You’re seriously reading that again, dude? What’s that, like, the 12th time now?” Peter questioned as he took a seat across from his best friend.

Ned scoffs, “excuse you, the Spiderman comics are beyond genius. You’re just jealous of his smoothness and agility.”

Rolling his eyes, Peter takes a bit of his food, but quickly chokes as he sees Liz set up the Homecoming sign in his direction. Sensing Peter’s staring and gawking, Ned directs his attention towards Peter’s.

“So… Homecoming?” Ned asks, with amusement in his voice.

For the past few high school dances, the both of them usually hang at each other’s place and play random video games or rebuild different lego Star Wars sets until they can’t stay awake any longer.

Whipping his head back, Peter widens his eyes, “w-what? N-No! I was looking at Liz. I-Is that a new top? I think it’s a new top…”

Ned turns his gaze towards Liz, “hmm, no. I think she’s worn it before. I remember the pattern… Hey! You should ask her to Homecoming!”

With that, Peter stares back at Ned with flying emotions, he think he might faint.

“Are you serious, Ned? No way in hell am I ever going to be able to do that! Who do you think I am, some sort of smooth-talking Spiderman?!”

“Eh, it was worth a shot,” Ned chuckles.

Walking out of their last period, Ned and Peter head towards their lockers to pack up for the end of the day and grab the necessary books they need for homework. Peter couldn’t wait to get home and relax. He barely got any sleep last night due to his constant building of tech and rambling of unnecessary thoughts. A slam of a locker next to him brought Peter out of his head as he and Ned begin the trek to his apartment to work on some homework and possibly bust out a new video game they’ve been dying to play.

As Ned and Peter make their way towards Peter’s apartment, they stop by the Deli-Grocery on the corner a few steps away from his place. After ordering themselves their specialty sandwiches, they grab a few packets of candy. Once they’ve paid, they continue on their way until they arrive at Peter’s.

“Aunt May! I’m home and have Ned with me,” Peter shouted, while throwing his backpack on the empty couch.

Hearing nothing in return, he assumed she was out shopping for dinner tonight. Ned followed Peter as they made their way towards his room. It’s nothing too big, just a quaint room with a window, desk, and bunk bed. Peter didn’t need much to have fun.

“Alright, dude. I know we’ve been waiting, like, forever to build the Death Star, so guess what I brought…” Ned sang, as he slowly pulled out the container from his backpack.

Peter gasped. “Dude, what?! No way! Your mom let you get it? Hell yeah. Wanna build it now?”

“Well, YEAH. Let’s do it!” Ned exclaimed, opening the package quickly.

After about a few hours of geeking out over the Death Star and finishing almost all the packets of sweets, Peter and Ned completed the Lego set. Both utterly content with the time spent. As they were talking about which ship is better in the movies, the front door opened.

“Peter! I’m home, but I didn’t have time to get dinner, so want to go to that Thai restaurant inste-”

Aunt May stopped as she approached Peter’s door, realizing Ned and him were hanging out. Opening it, she saw a completed lego set and a few scattered candy packages.

“Oh, hey May!” Ned smiled.

“I should’ve expected you to be over here! Would you like to join Peter and I for some Thai?” Aunt May asked, glancing towards Peter.

“A-Actually Ned has a project to do, so he can’t stay, right Ned?” Peter quickly replied, glaring at Ned’s stare towards his aunt.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow at school. Bye May!” Ned sighed, as he left the apartment.  

“Alright, Pete. Let’s go get some dinner,” Aunt May sighed, picking up her purse from the kitchen counter.

“So, how’s school going? How’s that academic decathlon?” Aunt May inquired, taking a bite from her Thai.

She is met with silence as she see’s a tired Peter moving his fork around in his food. He’s too inside his own head to hear her questions.

“Peter.”

Snapping his eyes up, he looks at Aunt May who is giving him a concerned look.

“W-What? Sorry.”

Sighing, she glances towards her plate. “Are you doing okay? I just wanted to know how school was going.”

Rubbing a hand across his face, he mumbles, “yeah, everything’s fine. Just been lacking some sleep lately. A lot is going on at school right now.”

“Hmm, I see. Remember to take care of yourself Pete. You shouldn’t work yourself too hard, okay?”

With a nod of his head, they fall back into a silence for a few minutes.

“Hey, isn’t Homecoming this weekend?” Aunt May questioned.

With a groan and roll of his eyes, Peter grunted a low ‘yes’.

‘Well, are you going to go?”

“Uh, n-no. I don’t really fee-”

“What?! No. You have to go, Peter! It’s a blast. Bring Ned with you!” Aunt May exclaimed, slightly angry he doesn’t want to go. “Be one with the teens!” she added.

Covering his face with his hands, he groans at her humorous enthusiasm.

“Great, first Ned. Now, you? I definitely can’t get out of this one,” Peter mumbled.

“You’ve got that right. Don’t worry, I’ll take you to go get a nice suit, okay?”

Sighing, he nods, “alright, but I don’t expect to have any fun.”

Chucking, Aunt May rolls her eyes.

“You know I larb you, right?”

“Maaaay.”  

A few days later, Aunt May and Peter went out to get a suit like she had promised. It was just a simple black suit, but made him look clean and out of this world gorgeous. He was definitely going to save it for other important events. It’s too fancy to get rid of! Peter had called Ned the night Aunt May had forced him to go to Homecoming, to join him so he wouldn’t be a loner or make a fool of himself. Of course, Ned was ecstatic. He’s been wanting to go to a Homecoming dance since freshman year, even though it wasn’t allowed. However, being Juniors, they were able to attend. Last year, they never went because apparently a Star Wars marathon was much more important, no matter how many times they’ve seen them. So, it’s Ned’s time to shine this Homecoming and he is desperate to make sure Peter has enough fun to want to attend next year as well. Hell, maybe even attend prom? Who knows.

“Isn’t it stupid to go to a dance without a date? This is lame, Ned,” Peter complained, as he closed his locker for the last time today.

“C’mon, Pete. We don’t need dates! We can ride solo together, alright? Please, just go this time with me. I didn’t get to go last year because of you,” Ned accused.

“Y-You said you didn’t want to! What the hell, man?”

“Hey, I just didn’t want you to feel bad. I knew you’d be sitting at home probably watching a sappy romance movie by yourself. You’re lucky I didn’t let that happen,” Ned shot back defensively.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Peter waved, turning around to exit the front of the school.

This is going to be a fucking nightmare.

As Peter is putting the last finishing touches to his slicked back hair, he hears a knock at the door, it probably being Ned.

“Don’t you look handsome, Ned! C’mon in, Peter is almost ready… Right, Peter?!” Aunt May yells to get his attention.

“Coming!” He grudgingly replies.

He exits his room, seeing Ned and Aunt May having a conversation on the couch. However, once Ned see’s you, he perks up from the couch and heads in your direction. Wearing a suit that definitely fits his personality, Peter grins at his friend’s confidence.

“You look great, dude! I dig the tie,” Ned complemented, taking Peter’s tie in his hand.

“Same to you, Ned. Definitely not afraid to try something extravagant,” Peter chuckles.

“Alright, you two. Picture time!” Aunt May sings, swinging a camera in her hands.

Taking a look at each other, Ned and Peter groan loudly.

After being at the dance for a few hours, Ned is off with a couple of other people, Michelle included, dancing on the gym floor. Peter, however, stood there awkwardly for the past few songs, getting glaring looks from Ned. He was an awkward dancer no matter what he did. So instead of making Ned even more frustrated, he decided to go get some punch. As he arrived to the punch table, he saw an array of different foods. As he finishes filling up his punch, he grabs a plate and picks up a few random snacks so he has something to do. Once he’s content with his choices, he finds an empty table to sit at.

Well, this is better than I expected.

I guess…

He thinks, taking a bite of the chocolate loaded brownie.

About 20 minutes later, his plate is empty and he is still sitting at the same table, but this time he’s playing some random game on his phone to kill time. Ned is still kicking it out on the dance floor. Since he feels bad for making Ned go through his struggle with dances, Peter doesn’t push to disturb him.

As you enter into the gym wearing the outfit you’ve been dying to wear all week, you are hit with the smell of sweaty teenagers and the sound of stereotypical school dance music.

These things never change.

You think, with a roll of your eyes.

However, out of the corner of your eye, you see a boy sitting by himself on his phone, probably bored out of his mind. You knew that would probably be you in a few hours, so you felt what this guy was feeling. You wanted to go talk to him, but knowing you, you couldn’t do it. Even just going to this dance was an effort. You’ve never been one to do these sort of things, so getting out of your comfort zone was new to you. As of now, you didn’t like it. You just wanted to go home and snuggle up on the couch, binging a show you’re too far behind on.

Hearing one of your friends try and gain your attention, you realize you’ve been staring at this guy for way too long. Good thing he didn’t look up from his phone. How embarrassing would that be, oh god. Your friend follows your stare, smirking to see your heart eyes at Peter Parker.

“C’mon, let’s go dance!”

Peter’s phone eventually died from playing on it too long, causing him to let out a long, depressing sigh. Ned had stopped by a few times to make sure he was okay and asked if he would come dance, but Peter being himself, declined, knowing that Ned was fully aware of his horrid dance skills. Ned just wants him to have fun, but this is anything but a fun time for Peter.

Getting tired of sitting alone and doing nothing, Peter looks through the crowd to see if he can spot Ned. However, instead of seeing Ned, Peter sees the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on. He swears he stopped breathing for a few seconds. He’s never seen them before…

Look at those eyes…

Man, they’re leaving me helpless at the sight!

Who are they?

He thinks, totally forgetting about finding Ned, instead too entranced by this mysterious person.

Your feet started to ache after a couple of songs, mostly due to your inability to dance. Your friend started to notice you lagging on enthusiasm, so they decided to make a food and drink run with you to boost your momentum. When you both arrived at the table, you were surrounded by several different foods. The desserts grabbed your attention the most as you stacked a few brownies and cookies on top of each other. While you did this, your friend was smirking towards Peter, who has been gazing at you ever since you arrived to the food table. Your friend could sense his longing to talk to you, but was hesitant to do so. They knew Peter and what he was like since they had most of their classes with him. So, your friend decided to do you both a favor.

“Hey, Y/N? I’ll be right back, okay? Load up on some cookies for me!” they exclaimed with a huge smile on their face.

Looking back at them with a stuffed brownie in your mouth, you mumble an ‘okay’ as you see them walk towards the boy you’ve been eyeing all night. Panic suddenly erupts inside of you.

Oh god.

What are they going to do?!

Fuck…

After a couple minutes of anxiously waiting for your friend to return, you down some punch to calm your nerves, which only made them worse as you saw Peter and your friend walk their way to you.

Oh, no no no.

I think I’m going to puke, he’s so cute the closer he gets!

How is that POSSIBLE?!

Please don’t make a fool of yourself, Y/N, please.

Peter tries to control himself, but he can’t. You’re just too cute! 

Oh, god.

They looks so cute stuffing their face with food.

How can that be cute?!

Peter’s thoughts are cut off as he see’s your friend make their way towards him with a wide, bright smile on their face.

He recognized your friend since he literally had every class with them, but neither of them had the chance to talk to each other.

“Hey, Peter! How’s it goin’?” they asked, cheerfully.

“O-Oh, uh- it’s going good. How are you?” Peter stutters, confused as to why they are talking to him.

“That’s good, that’s good… I’m doing great! Wanna come with me for a second?” they begin, pulling Peter away from his table before he even has a chance to speak a word.

As Peter and your friend reach the table where you’re at, he begins to gaze at you in even more shock of viewing you up close. He cannot believe he’s never seen you before! If he did, he would never forget your face, that’s for sure.  

“Alright, Peter, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Peter. Now, you both have been eyeing each other all night. So, I’m going to leave you two alone. Get to know each other, bye!” they explained, giving Peter and you the biggest smirk as they walked away.

Looking nervously towards you, Peter rubbed the back on his neck, unsure of what to say.

“S-So, uh- would, would y-you like to dance, t-to dance o-or something?” he stuttered, blushing madly since he knew he would make a fool of himself. But he didn’t know what else to do!

You blushed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, “u-uh, I’m not really much of a dancer. W-Would you maybe want to go hang out s-somewhere?”

Taking a big sigh of relief, Peter nervously smiles, “o-of course. I-I think the library is closed, b-but maybe we can sneak in? Is that okay?”

Seeing your nod of approval, Peter grabs your hand and directs the way to the secret library adventure. Peter couldn’t believe he was doing this with you. Like, holy shit? He just met you and you were already taking his breath away, literally. His heart was beating so loud he thought anyone several miles away could hear it. He didn’t want to fuck this up.

Oh, shit.

I can’t believe this is happening!

He’s so sweet…

I wonder if he can hear my heart beating a million miles a minute?

God, I’m so nervous.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Peter opening the locked library door, surprisingly easy. You both made your way in, making sure to keep the lights off in case anyone came walking by. There was a little light peeking through anyways from the homecoming dance lights. After picking a random aisle to sit down in, you both take a cookie from the monstrous pile you brought along.

“So…” Peter began.

“So…”

Fast forward a few hours later, you and Peter are still in the library talking up a storm about random things. He discovered that you are just of a nerd as he is and you found out how much you both have in common. It was amazing to find someone like him. It’s leaving you helpless at the thought of not being with him. You cannot believe the impact this boy has had on you for the past few hours you’ve known him.

Checking the time, your eyes widen.

“Oh, fuck! It’s almost 1 AM? I need to get home. I’m sorry, Peter,” you apologize, looking at him with nervous eyes.

“O-Oh, right, uh- c-could I maybe, y’know, walk you home?” Peter stutters, adorably.

Blushing madly, you give a nod and a smile.

What is this boy doing to me?!

Walking out of Midtown High, Peter and you walk side by side as you both venture to your apartment only a few blocks away. Out of the corner of his eye, Peter see’s you shivering a bit due to the crisp night air. Slouching the suit jacket off, he gently places it on your shoulders, seeing you instantly cuddle into it. He smiles at the thought of you snuggled up into his arms, absorbing his warmth and comfort.

After a few random, humorous conversations, you both are only a few blocks away from your apartment. You honestly do not want the night to end. It’s been one of the greatest nights you’ve had in a very long time. It’s the same for Peter, too. He’s been a hermit at his apartment with Aunt May for god knows how long. He just never felt like going out. He really only hung out with Ned.

Walking up towards your door, Peter grabs your hand gently.

You look back at him confused. He looks at you nervously before opening and closing his mouth a couple of times.

Taking a big breath, he begins, “I-I just wanted to let you know– let you know that I had a lot of f-fun with you t-tonight. A-And I would love to do it again, if y-you uh– if you want to, that is,” he closes his eyes for a brief moment before continuing, “I-I know I’m not the most athletic, richest, o-or y’know, most attractive guy a-around, but I just think that y-you’re amazing a-and beautiful and a blast to be– to be around. Oh, god. I’m rambling. I-”

Both you and Peter are confronted by your father, who unexpectedly opened the front door.

“Oh, there you are, Y/N. I was just about to ca– who’s this?” your dad questions, looking towards Peter with that intense “dad” stare.

“T-This is Peter, Dad. He walked me home from the dance since it was late…” you replied, glaring at your dad.

“H-Hi, sir. P-Peter, Peter Parker, sir. I-I was just taking Y/N home. Uh-”

“Ah, no worries, kid. Thank you for bringing Y/N home safely. I’ll leave you both to it, alright? But remember, I’m right behind this door,” your Dad warned.

Covering your face with your hands, you groan.

“Alright, thanks. You can leave now!”

Chuckling, he shuts the door behind him, leaving you and Peter in an awkward blushing silence.

‘So…”

“So…”

“Oh, god. Not this again,” Peter says.

Giggling at this awkwardness, you reply, “thank you for tonight, Peter. It really was a dream come true and I’m so glad I met you.”

Taking a bold move at the last second, Peter leans in to peck your cheek ever so softly, bringing a rosy red tint to the both of your cheeks instantly.

“You are the dream, Y/N and I’m helpless without you.”

A/N: I know the POV may be confusing, so I’m sorry about that. I just hate putting “Y/N’s POV,” etc. If it’s hard to understand, let me know. Also I’ve been having a really bad writer’s block, so hopefully this is at least a 3/10 ?? Crossing my fingers *nervous laughter*.

[wristic]

I Understand

Pairing: Ivar X Reader

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: none that I can really think of, the dirty do is very implied tho, I hope it’s still to your liking!

@cutiepiepotatoes request: 

Whether its five minutes or a few seconds, you and Ivar always dissolve into fights furious enough to shake the walls. Despite that, it’s rare for a certain unspoken line to be crossed. That is until Aslaug locks you two in a room to sort out your near non-existent differences, only to frustrate you both to a boiling point of honesty.

“If you are going to act like children then you will be punished like children.” Aslaug chimed through the door. You yanked on the locked handle, a flash of anger igniting higher when the only other person in the small room with you shouted in an equal fury.

“Mother this is ridiculous! Open the door!”

She was toying with you both, stroking the already double inferno of rage locked safely behind the door. Queen Aslaug always bore a smile in your company, though you weren’t sure why. Not that you two didn’t get along or shared many interests, but whenever you and your family came to visit, Hel broke loose. Something that entertained Aslaug endlessly. But it was a bit strange given it involved her youngest and favored son, you and Ivar spitting venom at each other whenever in the same room for five minutes.

Even now you could hear the smile in her words. “I am going for a walk. Hope you two decide to be well behaved by the time I get back.”

Both you and Ivar called, begging and fighting for a release from each others presence. A silence came waiting for her response and you both slumped realizing she was already gone. In a last fit you kicked the door, crossing your arms pouting and refusing to turn around and face Ivar. “This is your fault.”

“My fault?!” Ivar gaped, “You started this! Just couldn’t keep your fat mouth shut-!”

Bristling you spun around shouting down at him. “You were staring at me! I have every right to tell you to stop being a creep!”

He rolled his eyes, fanning your anger. “So delusional, I was not staring at you!”

“I waited to be sure! You were staring!”

“Not at you!”

“You are such a liar!”

“Why would I stare at a spoiled brat like you!? There isn’t a single pretty thing about you! All you do is glare and bite at everyone!”

“Oh Ivar the Boneless thinks I am too mean! What garbage! You attacked your own brother just this morning!”

You two bounced back and forth in a circle argument, accusation upon accusation, screaming in each others faces until you took it a step too far. “The only reason we’re in here is because your mother feels bad for you! Poor little Ivar with no friends!”

That one physically hit him, leaning back before snapping, “You take that back!”

“Take what back!? The truth!? You know my father told me she actually wants me to-!

Your ankle was ripped out from under you, sending you sailing to the floor. It took you a moment to catch your breath before being thrust into a fight for your life as Ivar crawled up you. You tried beating him back and squirming away, not able to get any leverage as he worked to keep your fists away from him and your own dress confined your legs. “Get off me!”

He grabbed your wrists and slammed them above your head and into the wood floor. The heat that would flush under your skin when you were only screaming at him bloomed throughout your body, seeming eased where his rested on yours. Before you could fight the strange sensation Ivar shouted down at you. “Look I get it alright!?”

You paused, brow faulting in anger and turning to confusion. He seemed hesitant to keep going, rolling his jaw before admitting. “Sigurd told me how you broke your shoulder when you were a child. I was watching the way you kept moving your arm. You’re always moving it. It hurts doesn’t it?” A wave of shame took you not wanting to admit it. You hated people knowing, hated them trying to give you pathetically ignorant advice or grow wounded when you snapped, saying I doubt it hurts that bad, you can still use it can’t you? Use it as you could that didn’t stop the muscles around it from cramping, constantly tensing under the strain of the bone pressing in all the wrong places.

You turned away, unable to answer for yourself, but Ivar insisted. “You don’t want it to but it feels good to hurt other people. Like the only way to be free of the pain is if someone else takes it.” You tensed, and the ache wanted to slip back on your embarrassment.

Even you often lamented you could work harder to be nicer and keep pushing a smile though, but there was something so satisfying about screaming and throwing that pain. For a brief moment the heat of your rage distracted from the aching pain the one old wound caused throughout your body.

Fights with Ivar were the longest the pain could fail.

His grip slipped on your wrists and your hands came down, resting on his chest in a question of should you push him away. The rare empathy in his blue eyes stopped you. Water started in yours as the silence dragged on, the first of it’s kind between you two. You’d been feeding each other in a way nobody could understand. The rage spilled out from yours and his lips taking agony with it, both walking away unaware the other felt relief the rest of the day. It made it so easy to not hang onto a single word the other said because there was this odd sense of gratitude hiding under every attack.

His thumb brushed your cheek, catching the tear as it slipping. “I understand.” He whispered, making another come faster. He leaned close making you want to hide the tears that wouldn’t stop falling and said again, “I understand.” and for the first time you felt someone actually did.

Ivar brought the rest of his body to you, pulling you into him in a tight embrace that had you sobbing into his shoulder.

You felt lips on your burning cheek, feeling them again and again as they rounded your face, lasting on your lips, cold and damp against his. It was soothing both inside and out, the comforting weight of his body and the kiss you found you didn’t want to end.

In a breath you rested your head back to the floor, staring up at him as he gently stroked your heated cheek, seeming to see you in a different light when you should be the more shocked party.

You felt the need to tell him what the rest of your sentence would have been had he not knocked your feet out from under you. That Aslaug had asked your father to set up a marriage between you and him. Your Father had his reasons for wanting to refuse, but couldn’t deny how much the blood of actual royalty would help his Earldom and his claim to it. You had thrown a huge fit obviously, and you were going to use it to humiliate Ivar. 

This close and quiet moment however, this healing after ripping each other apart, it was a pattern you didn’t know existed, and you felt yourself already craving more of it.

When you opened your mouth to admit and apologize, Ivar drowned out your words in an open kiss, one that left your lips wet and warm. When your hands ran through his hair, keeping his mouth against yours as you both tested the waters of tasting each other, your body shifted under his, your legs tensing on his hips making his hands wander and grab at your dress.

Aslaug stared at the closed door, relaxed on the opposite wall the entire time. A small muffled moan from you filter through causing a shining smile to hit her. She didn’t need your fathers alliance. She didn’t need endless shouting that could be heard a street away from her home either.

But she did need Ivar’s peaceful nights sleeping, the politeness that took him after your arguments drained each other of the violent fire that tormented you both. There was a time she hadn’t been so sure to let you near him, especially after the first huge fight so long ago. Aslaug had mistaken his ease afterwards for sulking. Then she caught you two purposely, methodically instigating each other and she started to see some hidden layer to these fights.

Lifting from the wall, she quietly left, rather proud of her work and the lasting silence that finally came to her home.

[lefandomimagines]

my everything | scott mccall x reader

Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader

Word Count: 1599

Request: can you do a Scott McCall imagine where the reader and him are dating and she almost dies in his arms like Allison and he bites her even tho she didn't want to be a werewolf but can you end it with fluff, please?

Warnings: sort of death? blood. hospitals

A/N: scott mccall is an actual angel who needs to be protected okay thanks. also i am not ready for the last 10 episodes to come out :( sorry i’ve been a bit quiet lately, i’ve just been in a pretty bad place mentally but i’m doing better now and channeling my emotions into writing so i hope you enjoy! have a lovelu day, stay hydrated x

"(Y/N) you're not coming, I don't want you to get hurt."   "I'm perfectly capable of handling myself Scott, you're letting Stiles go and he's a human too!" You exclaimed, waving your hands around as you spoke.

After much deliberation, you eventually managed to win over Scott with the promise that you would stick by Malia's side the entire time which was a fair enough deal. It was nice to know that Scott cared so much about you, but he could get a little overprotective at times: especially regarding the supernatural.

"I told you I'd be perfectly fine Scott," You grinned, nudging your boyfriend with your elbow "You shouldn't worry about me so much, worry about yourself for once." Scott sighed lightly "I'd be nothing without you (Y/N), I worry about you so much because I love you and I can't bear to think of what I'd be like without you." The pale light of the moon revealed a soft blush on Scott's cheeks as he spoke, the same spreading across your own as both your eyes met. "Well aren't you just every girl's romantic dream?" You chuckled softly, resting your head on his shoulder. "I'm serious though (Y/N)" Scott stated as he got up from the forest floor you had been sat on together, pulling you up to your feet as well "There's something I want to show you..."

The night was pretty silent. All you could hear was the forest floor crunching beneath your feet and the soft breaths of your boyfriend as he leads you through the endless sea of bushes and trees, your hands interlocked tightly the whole time. Scott suddenly came to a halt "Close your eyes a sec." You could hear the grin in his voice as he placed one hand over your eyes, the other around your waist to guide you. You decided to just let him have his movie style moment and not question Scott's intentions, letting him lead you further on. Though you did start to panic as the sound of running water became much more evident. "Scott McCall you better not be about to throw me into a lake or something." He chuckled softly at your statement "I promise I'm not, just a little further."

"Okay, you can open your eyes now," Scott whispered, removing his hand. As you opened up your eyes, your breath caught in your throat slightly. Once your eyes had adjusted, the twinkle of the moon's light reflecting off of the body of water in front of you flooded your sight. It was one of the most beautiful sights you had ever seen. "How did you find this place?" You gasped in awe "Derek and I found it ages ago. As you can probably assume, he wasn't quite so excited about the discovery." Scott laughed softly, leading you down to the waterfront where he had gotten Stiles and Lydia to set out a small picnic earlier that evening. "Scott, you shouldn't have." You gushed, taking in everything that he had done. "Nothing is too much for my princess on our anniversary." Honestly, you were shocked enough that he had remembered it was your anniversary; let alone that he had prepared something like this for the two of you. "Thank you so much." You smiled, trying to hold back the tears as you looked up at your boyfriend.

As the night drew to an end, Scott began to get strangely fidgety which had not gone unnoticed. "Hey, are you alright?" You questioned, concern evident in your voice. "Yeah, I've just got one more present for you." Scott bit down on his bottom lip softly, playing around with something in his jacket pocket. "Now I don't want you to feel like you have to say yes immediately to this or anything, but I just want you to know how much I love and care about you. I know I can be protective of you a lot, but I just never want to lose you. You bring so much light to my life, I have absolutely no idea what I would do without you. You may just be a human to everyone else, but you're the most amazing creature I've ever known." A few tears began to pool in your eyes as Scott spoke. "So I wanted to get you this." He pulled out a small red, velvet box from his pocket and opened it up; inside was a small silver ring "Don't worry, I'm not proposing just yet. It's a promise ring; it means that I'll love you unconditionally for as long as I live and...when the time is right, we can swap it for a different kind of ring." You didn't know what to say, all you could do was cry and hug him. "Yes, of course, I love you so much." You whispered as he slipped the ring onto your finger.

An idea suddenly popped into your head and you grabbed your phone, jumping to your feet. Pressing play on Elvis Presley's 'Can't help falling in love', you yanked Scott up to his feet. "Dance with me!" As you twirled around in each other's arms, the rest of the world just seemed to melt away; the moment couldn't have been more perfect. But then it was as if time began to slow as Scott twirled you out and a loud bang echoed through the open area. Everything in your body went numb as you fell to the ground almost instantly. Your ears rang loudly, you could barely make out what Scott was saying; you could see the look of horror and fear on his face though. "Sc-Scott." You choked out as he pulled you onto his lap "No no, not again. I can't loose you (Y/N)" He cried "It's o-okay Scott. It's okay, I'll be okay." You smiled weakly "You can live without me, I'll still always be here." You placed your right hand over his heart shakily. "No, I want you here with me (Y/N), I can't be without you. I love you." "I love you too Scotty, but it's time. It's okay, I've had the most amazing night with the most amazing guy I've ever met. Everything will be okay." You reached up to wipe the tears running down Scott's cheeks, placing one last soft kiss on his lips before you couldn't keep your eyes open for any longer and you drifted into darkness.

"No (Y/N)" Scott sobbed, gripping your frail body tightly in his hands. A new presence suddenly became evident, he looked up in panic but relaxed as he saw it was just Stiles. "What happened?" Scott cried out, looking to his best friend for answers. "It-it was hunters," Stiles muttered softly. A painful scream left Scott's lips, that bullet was meant for him, it should've been him. "I can't let her die, Stiles, that bullet was meant for me, it's my fault." "Scott, you know (Y/N) never wanted to be a werewolf," Stiles warned his best friend. "I can't live without her though, she's my everything." Scott choked out, his mind racing as he tried to decide what to do. "I can't live without her." He repeated quietly before making a split second decision, shifting and sinking his teeth into your wrist.

The dull beeping of a hospital monitor rang through your ears as you slowly began to come to, the dryness in your mouth suddenly becoming extremely evident. You eventually managed to open up your eyes, squinting slightly at the bright white light of the room. Once your eyes focused properly, you were met with the smiling face of Melissa McCall who handed you a small plastic cup of water. "I'll go get Scott." She said softly with a small smile before leaving the room.

By the time Scott walked through the door, you had managed to piece together what had happened: Scott had bitten you. "You're awake." Scott smiled "You bit me didn't you?" There was no anger in your croaky voice, more so just disappointment. Scott looked down at his feet like a small child who had been caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing. "I'm so sorry (Y/N), I know you didn't want to be a werewolf but I just couldn't live without you." He said with tears forming in his eyes "You're my rock, I couldn't bear to loose you too after everyone we've already lost especially considering it was my fault that you were shot in the first place." Your heart ached as Scott spoke. You wanted to hate him and get angry, but you just couldn't. "Hey, don't you think for a second this was your fault, you couldn't have known that was going to happen." You managed to choke out, an authoritative tone still evident in your voice, however. Pushing yourself up slowly into a seated position, you tapped the bed next to you. The second Scott sat down, you pulled him into a tight hug, trying to hold back your own tears. "I love you so much, McCall." "I love you more (Y/L/N)" Scott sniffled slightly, stroking your hair comfortingly.

[dachi-chan25]

Game of Thornes- Season 7 episode 2 Recap (Pt.2)

Warnings: Spooooooilers; not a D@nee fan my dude, no hate either just critizism; Jonsa shipper so most of the fandom thinks I’m delusional.

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6.- Dat raven from Oldwarts reaches WF (OK but like where is Edd’s raven about Bran???) and Jonny boy is in Brooding mode, he calls for the Lords to tell them the situation, they are not happy at all about being all buddy-buddy with a Targ (and rightfully so) but Jon has a good reasons for going himself (even if I don’t like it):

- He is KitN and unlike other rulers J0n has already proven (remember when he wanted to have a 1 on 1 fight with Ramsey so no one else would die??) he takes responsability over his people and if it’s a trap he’ll rather sacrifize himself than an innocent.

- He is the only one who saw and fought a WW and the only one who can explain how much of a threat they are.

-The raven asked specifically for his presence, and to be allies (they both seek that) there should be some amount of trust, he NEEDS their help after all.

Of course it’s not so simple, because D@nyy has Melissandre with her (you know the same J0n exiled) and she wants him to surrender the North to her (which wasn’t mentioned in the raven and OH!! That if we believe the leaks she is gonna send him on a pointless stupid hunt to prove he says the truth (so no trust on her part I see)

Also, Sansa speaks up to remind him about their grandfather and how he was invited and then killed by a Targ (very fair point) and of course she doesn’t want him to leave!!!

“You’re abandoning your people! you’re abandoning your home!”

Some fellow shippers (I’m not saying your feelings/thoughts aren’t valid guys you are allowed to have your own reading and I am in no way trying to impose my view) mentioned they were wating for her to include ‘you’re abandoning me!’ but she already did in adding home, what makes WF his home is not the fact that he was raised there but that his family is! So in a subtle way she did acuse him of abandoning her.

And can you all blame her??? Sansa already lost so much, and wheter you ship them or not, it’s clear she loves him and doesn’t wanna loose him.

Problem is Jon is the same, y'all remember he wanted to fuck off to Essos after being brought back?? He had nothing left to loose and no fucks to give anymore, Enters Sansa giving him a purpose to live and someone to give a fuck about so of course he is gonna do anything in his power to protect her and the home she fought so hard for!! He is once again gonna fight for her now on the political side and honestly I dig so much this ship!!!

Anyway Jon is not getting much support (even Little Lyanna doesn’t want him to go) but he already made up his mind, Sansa is worried about who the fuck is gonna run the place in his absence and, be still my heart, because he says the North is hers (my shipper heart!!!!) and she is sooooo touched. Also that Jaime/ Brienne parallel.

Creepyfinger is pleased and honestly I can’t wait for Jon to choke the slimy bitch.

7.- Back in the Citadel, Sam says to Slughorn (I can’t remember his actual name, sorry) he knows how to cure greyscale (how very convinient) but hold your horses Potter!!! the thing is dangerous and you really shouldn’t do it. But of course he is gonna do it anyway, because I guess it’s more important to cure his ex-Lord Commander’s son than keeping his place on the Citadel (Slughorn said the procedure was forbbiden so I’m guessing they could expell him for this) to become a Maester for the NW like he was supposed to. Honestly this is all so convinient to have one of D@€nerys stans out and about again *sigh* Also the dialogue was like a porn and I was laughing way to hard even though the scene was disgusting.

8.- Eww that transition was just ewwww I’m glad I wasn’t eating when I watched it, so now we have Arya on her way to KL, and Yay! Hot Pie, I Love him so much, and LMAO Arya and her pies.

So at last Arya hears about the BoB and in that moment she forsakes her revenge to go home (Imma cry again) I think that’s the best damn decision because things are going to be ugly in the south.

9.- Jon in the crypts!!! (It’s happening y'all!!!) I must say that’s a pretty good looking statue of Ned tho. So LF is supposedly trying to get in his good graces but is he really??? I mean his words and tone are polite, he talks about how HE was the one who sent Ned’s bones back to WF (ya you trick ass bitch but you got him killed!!!) and wistully talks about how despite their differences they both loved Cat, and then smoothly reminds Jon about how Cat didn’t care about him and even says she was wrong (I called it!!! That LF was gonna say the last best chance quote from the trailer to Jon) but why was he talking about such a thing, we know Cat (and his bastard status) is a very touchy subject for Jon, as a matter of fact on a deeper level one starts to think maybe he was trying to provoke Jon (Starks. Quick tempers, slow minds is his motto afterall) and even I was surprised by how calm he acted when LF wanted a thank you for saving my life (that FUCKING creep). Until we get the ‘I Love Sansa, like I loved her mother’ it’s such an intresting way of phrasing it, isn’t it?? Because moments before LF states he loved Cat in a romantic way, and when he says he loves Sansa adds the last sentence to leave no room of doubt about what kind of Love is it and what his intentions are. What shaked me was Jon’s expression, he was furious, while moments ago he let LF words slide, a single mention of Sansa and he wants to kill the creeper. Jon’s threat is both terrifying and unexpected ( also I know everyone was freacking out about the sister but Jaime also called Cersei that and they had like 3 children together, same applies to but J0n said D@ny’s name OMG twu wuv, like LMAO Qyburn also said her name and I don’t see anyone shipping them) if LF wanted to provoke a reaction out of him it wasn’t that one definitely. Far to raw and protective to be brotherly.

Jon’s anger doesn’t fade even when he let’s the little creeper go!! He is downright murderous. But then he looks at Sansa and it’s like his whole demeanour changes, I was like what in the Seven hells is this!!!! And the little wave gives me hope they’ll see one another again in this season.

Now what I find real intresting is that last bit with LF. He gets outta those crypts, baffled and massaging his neck, when suddenly he seems to figure something out (you can see it in his eyes) and his first reaction to whatever he was thinking was looking at Sansa (she is looking at the spot Jon just left in such a wistfull and sad manner) and I think he knows something is happening there… Or maybe I’m delusional.

10.- Arya and Nymeria reunite and all is sad, but I think it linda makes sense, Nymeria is not her because Arya herself is not her fully, she had to strip from her identity to become a faceless man, and was using that to take revenge, but now she is stepping back from that destructive path because she has the option to come back home and it’s beginning to be herself again. maybe when she finally does Nymeria will come to her.

11.- I totally lost my shit in here, so Yara and Ellaria are flirting and drinking (so much for this is a war!! ) and far to relaxed and distracted to be part of a group that wants to take the Iron Throne, (Theon is super done with them btw) suddenly all hell breaks loose and Euron’s armada is on da house (he got to get that gift for his Lady) everyone gets crushed, the snakes are murdered and Ellaria/Yara taken prisioners. Also Theon is like LOL no I’m out. But are we supposed to think OMG Euron is totally GOT’s Jack Sparrow!! Cuz I think Ellaria and Yara (also Varys and Theon) were total dumbasses. In being sneaky 101 we learnt that if you wanna smuggle someone somewhere you gotta be disguised (see: LF getting Sansa on the Eyre and Varys taking Tyrion to Essos) Ellaria and Yara had those huge Greyjoy banners like 'here we are!!! The enemy!!!) and they also already knew about Euron’s armada but they choose to believe he was just gonna stay in Pyke pouting.

Like I said totally moronic!!! They could have disguised the ships and the people, traveling in broad daylight and maybe then they could have succeded.

Problem is everyone underestimating Cersei (except Sansa) even when they worked for her (Varys) and lived with her (Tyrion) and that’s what is allowing her to gain footing. As of now D@nys lost her armada and Dorne, her only allies are the Tyrell and with the Unsullied gone her only option is to go dracarys on KL (fuck the writers for this tho, she was actually making a good decision and you force her to hurt people, but maybe it’s intentional)

Also Sam is helping Jorah, but the leaks said the Tarly were going to die by D@nys hands. Looks like someone is gonna regret his decisions.

Anyway, leaving out the Stark bit I wasn’t very happy with this episode because the leaks keep being confirmed and they are still such bullshit (still I’m hoping some or most are fake)

That’s it. And yup I know I didn’t mentioned Greyworm/Missandei sexy time but I am very meh about it, yes it was tender and all but kinda pointless to me even if I like these two a lot.

[aristarshower]

Star Catcher

Masterpost

Adventure Eighteen- Space Shark

  “Y…Dad?” Alina cleared her throat nervously.

“Al?” She had clearly woken him but he said nothing else waiting for her to talk to him.

“Ams told me you rescued a rebel back in your days. I’m guessing it was when she was on your crew?” His silence told her all she needed to know. “I don’t care about the past but promise me all this won’t hurt my crew.”

“I will make sure of it.”

“Thank you. We are at the location. Tell our clients to get the rendezvous point ready and if possible close to Dimya. The crew wants to celebrate our pay.” It might be too much information to give but V had only come to Alina with a request so serious once before and that was when he asked if he could join her on Star Catcher.

“I’ll send it through.”

“Close the connection.” She instructed Harpie. They never spoke much with comms especially when on jobs. Even calling Yoen dad was a risk but it was a risk she needed to take.

“Stay safe.” Yoen whispered before silence filled the control room once again.

The crew were unusually silent.

The silence was uncomfortable. The ship was usually full of noise and life just before a job. Alina knew she had to do something but the mood had rubbed off on her too.

In the end it was Nisha who spoke and Alina felt a rush of gratitude. “We all know how important this job is and that probably means it will be difficult but there is nothing we can’t do. I believe in you all and I’m PUMPED!” She roared the last word and the rest of them jumped back to life.

I’ll run some scans on the wormhole. Dex go with me. Alina nodded at them both as they left.

“Nisha, V, ready the harvester. You are taking it partially unpacked this time. I don’t want to spend one second more than I absolutely have to in there.”

“Aye, cap.” V winked.

“And V? I’m trying.” She knew understood.

“Amani, keep your weapons ready.”

“Which ones?”

“All of them.”

What do I do? Dig was fending Mel off with a chair.

“What the hell is going on with you and Mel today? You’ve been making a fuss all morning.”

I’m making a fuss? The anger didn’t come through as effectively as Dig hoped in the mechanical voice. Your cat is trying to eat me because I burnt up some of her precious pollen.

“Mel is not a cat. I might regret asking this but why were you burning the pollen?”

Tests. Dig’s nonchalance assured Alina that something had happened but since none of her crew were dying she let it go.

“Go make us a meal. I’ll hold off Mel.” Alina picked Mel and she immediately calmed down.

I’ll make something special.

“Make something to boost us.” Dig waved and left.

Alina sat with her arms wrapped around Mel. The wormhole glowed in the distance. The probes orbiting it were small and inconsequential. They wouldn’t be an obstacle. The warning beacons around the wormhole were set to red. They pulsed slowly in all directions. The wormhole itself was not big, smaller than standard size and emitted the usual radiation. Harpie found a few anomalies but since the science about them was so uncertain there was no way to know what those anomalies meant.

Alina had survived so far among the stars relying on her gut and her team. Her gut was screaming at her to turn away. But she had to keep moving forward for her team…and a shitload of money. She went through their plan for the money and let herself relax. Nisha was right. They have tackled bigger problems. It would all be over soon enough anyway.

***

I already did most of the scans. Dex was still struggling to adjust to the bio suit when Harpie began talking. The room which Harpie preferred to work from was directly below the control room and the loading dock. It faced the gap between the levels of Star Catcher with an impressive view of the space around it. The room was filled with panels and controls far beyond what Dex understood. There was a single gigantic chair in the middle.

“I can’t believe you get your own room and that you have a chair bigger than Alina.” Dex mumbled.

Just because I can survive in the environment you prefer doesn’t mean I’m comfortable and I’m bigger than Alina.

“Yeah, I know. She is the captain tho.” Harpie just shrugged. Dex had no idea what environment Harpie preferred but he knew it was toxic to humans. The bio suit itched.

I have most scan results already. I’ve been scanning that since yesterday. Something’s off.

“What do you mean?”

I’m not comfortable going in.

“Well, what do we do then?”

The readings show that it’s not like most other wormholes, definitely not like the regulated ones. Alina thinks we should risk it. They held up a hand stopping Dex from interrupting. I agree with her but we need some safety.

“What do you propose?”

Your earpiece.

“What?”

That’s a link to this side of the world. It is unique and strong. We can use it to bring ourselves back if we lose our way.

“Why can’t we just keep a pod here or something?” Dex did not want everyone knowing about Jai.

Nothing I can do in short notice will compare to that. I’ll also leave a pod but I’ll feel safer with both. I promise no one else will know. Harpie sounded so worried, Dex nodded without overthinking it.

Thank you.

“I hope we make it out without having to use any of this.”

Me too.

***

Dig surveyed the table one last time before bringing the rest of the crew in. The chairs were crammed together but they would fit. Even Mel got a place at the table this time. Dig calmed their racing hearts and put a smile on their face.

The door opened and they all poured in.

“Holy shit, Dig!”

“This is great!”

Wonderful.

Alina smiled and gave them a little pat on the back.  Dig felt the tension slowly leave the crew as they talked and laughed.

“Thank you.” Dex held Dig in a loose hug.

You’re welcome, Dex.

“I’m scared.” Dig was surprised at the sudden declaration.

We all are.

V gently pried Dex off. “Don’t strangle Dig just because you are scared.”

“Sorry, Dig.”

The entire table was watching them. Dig could taste the tension building again.

Who wants cake? That distracted everyone sufficiently.

“Dex?” Dig called softly once they all had a piece of cake.

I’ve never told anyone much about my life but I’ve been in many life and death situations and had so many close calls I don’t flinch anymore. Dex’s eyes went wide. But there is no one I trust more with my life than the people here with me.

“Thank you Dig.”

***

“Activating shields and entering wormhole.” Nisha announced.

Dex clutched the earpiece tightly. He wished he had time to talk to Jai one last time. The meters in front of him all showed green. He tensed when the tip of the Star Catcher cleared the threshold. It was always a weird sensation to be wrapped in the time substance and go through. It felt like floating a jelly, free and constricting at the same time and so very sticky.

Holding.

“Push her through.” Alina ordered.

***

“What the hell!” Penn burst through Jai’s room.

“They are coming.”

“What?” Jai rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

“They want to punish me or something.”

“What?”

“Mom’s trying to keep them out but they are pissed off.”

“Penn…Penn…calm down. They might be angry but they will not hurt you. You know these people Penn. You grew up here.”

“Yeah…yeah…you’re right.”

***

The entire crew breathed in relief once the feeling passed. It didn’t take longer than expected. The space on the other side looked same to Dex. The stars were different so they were obviously somewhere but it didn’t look strange. Nothing exploded suddenly. Everything felt a bit anticlimactic.

“Alright. I’m guessing that’s the star we need to get to. Plot a course and give me a time.” Alina clapped her hands bringing them all to the present.

Alina.

“What is it, Harpie?”

“We’ll be there in an hour if we use some dust.” Nisha’s hands flew over her controls.

“Negative, Nisha. I want to save the dust. How long without?”

“Three to four hours depending on how much we push her.”

“Four it is then. No point risking everything.”

Alina.

“What is it, Harpie?”

“Dex, take over this in the second hour. V and I will be heading out and I need some rest.”

“He can take over now.”

“Sure.” Dex agreed easily.

Alina.

What is it, Harpie? Alina hissed.

Look at the space.

What about it?

No, look at it.

What? The ‘what’ became apparent once it moved.

What Dex had assumed to be distant stars were some glowing patches on a body so large it dwarfed the star.

“Is that…?”

“That’s too big to be a space whale.” Dex shook his head trying to wrap his head around the size of the creature in front of him. It passed in front of the star making a shadow so big and stark it was like being plunged headfirst into a blackhole. One detail stood out to Dex. A single fin rose on the creature’s back.

“That’s a shark.”

***

“You had your chance, Penn! You just gave them the harvester without even asking us!” Penn cowered beside Jai.

“It was the right thing to do! We need the dust!” Riala roared.

“We could’ve paid them!”

“With what? We don’t have any fucking money!” Jai had never seen Riala behave like that. Her hands shook from anger.

“Look, they are coming back. I made sure they would bring it back. I’m not an idiot. Jai can tell you. He talks to them…” Penn trailed off realizing their mistake but it was too late. Even Riala turned to Jai.

“I can explain.”

***

“I know sharks are smaller than whales but that fin makes it look like a shark.” Nisha, V and Dex immediately started arguing about sharks the second Dex uttered the word.

“Sharks are nice. This one looks mean.”

“Sharks aren’t nice. They just are. Just because you would pet anything that moves…” V had a point about Nisha but this wasn’t the time for it.

“Shut up!”

Alina.

What now?

We might also have time travelled.

That shut them all up.

“What the fuck, Harpie?” V whispered into the comms.

The stars look different and less somehow. The background radiation, the half formed galaxies…I think we are in the past.

“Wow.”

“Use the dust. Get us to that damn star and out as fast as you can.”

***

They ransacked Jai’s room. Jai stood to the side held down by the guards. Penn apologized over and over again but Jai felt nothing. They were going to destroy the only means of communication with Dex and V and there was nothing Jai could do about it.

“Found it!” One of them held it up triumphantly. Jai did not look at his face. He did not want to remember who it was.

There was a sickening crunch and then they were all gone leaving Jai with a crushed ear piece.

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