#bite me lava au

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Bite Me!

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VIII. Nagging Noggins

If Kai has to look at another tree, he will go berserk. And boy, was he surrounded by trees! He was rapidly getting sick of woods. His ears twitched with the soft crunching of their footsteps and he was close, really close to just burning the whole place down. It would probably solve their problem in an effective way, so what?

He watched Pixal’s hair sway from side to side as she walked in front of him. The movement was hypnotising. Left and right and left and right, like a grandfather clock. When will the bells set him free?

During their roaming around, she dutifully introduced him to her whole scheme, as if he had the ability to process the intake of information or even wanted to. She could have been talking about the weather and there would be no difference, in one ear and out the other. At least it helped tune out the sounds of the forest which he probably gained allergy to.

“Centrally powered… Cameras… Suspicious behaviour… Sectors, blind paths, alarms…” Yada yada… Because it makes perfect sense to him and it does not sound like a bunch of sci-fi nonsense. He refused to read it with Cole? Karma, he now has to experience it first-hand.

Tree, tree, tree, bush, duck under a branch, tree, tree, tree… It was official, he hated the forest. He hated it so very much. He was going to hate every forest from now on. Enemy number one. And he lives right above it. Loud neighbours would be ten thousand times better – there are ways to get rid of those without too much attention.

They stopped once again and Pixal turned to him to take out one of the robotic birds she made him carry in a box.

“I took Zane’s falcon as inspiration, obviously,” she explained to him on their very enjoyable nature walk, “but my technology is way primitive. I did have to make them on the fly.”

“You didn’t just seriously call your work primitive?” he argued then because at that point they were just about started and he had yet to find out what a great trip they were going on.

“In the scale of my abilities, it is primitive.”

Kai just shook his head in response. The way she pursed her lips and looked at the robot got him rid of any doubts that she will not be able to sleep well until she comes up with something even more mind-boggling and more satisfying to her critical vision. Living in a house full of geniuses made for some fascinating observations when it did not make him feel dumb.

Now he was watching her set another on one of the branches high in the trees. The fascinating observations got quickly bothersome – he was starting to feel dumb.

“Why don’t you just turn them on now?”

“Because then they would follow us and our work here would be completely pointless.” It was a waste of time in Kai’s eyes nevertheless. He could be napping. He could be making sure Cole was doing all right.

“Then why would you make them follow us?”

“Because our presence in the forest is more likely to be suspicious than a deer’s.” Deep down he knew it was not her intention but calling him an idiot would be less harsh.

“Right.”

“I tried to filter out anything that would be pointless to monitor but we have to keep our minds open to any possibility. Not to mention energy saving, I should try to find a more compact way…“

“Pixal, why am I here?” Kai finally snapped, tired of all the technical jargon and safety-surveillance-monitoring whatnot. Not when he was running on a few hours of sleep and wracked nerves. “Jay would kill for this, I’m sure. Zane would kill to spend time with you. Why? Why am I here?”

She sighed and turned to him, robot-bird-camera set in place and now blindly watching over them. Had they not been all bronze-brown with a slight chrome shine, they would seem freakishly life-like.

“You’ve been quite agitated lately, is anything the matter?” Friendly concern with too professional execution. But even if she took him by the shoulders, gave him a light punch with her fist and called him ‘bro’ it would not change anything.

Kai threw his head back as he rolled his eyes, occupied hands blocking the chance to properly show off how this conversation bothered him. “Oh, come on, not you too. What is everybody on, treating me with children’s gloves? It was once! We all got messed up, don’t act like I’m the only one.”

“I meant overall, you’ve been agitated even before Cole's latest injury. But if this is causing you any frustration, I'm open to talk about it.”

“I don't want to talk about it. If that's why you took me here, tough luck, I'm fine.”

“If you say so.” Pixal turned around and led them away, to another one of her designated locations. Kai rushed behind, dissatisfied with her flegmatic reaction. How dare she not fuel his fire?

“Hey, let's not act like I'm not right. I actually believe I'm the only one doing actually fine, everybody else is just beating around the bush like it's some sorta taboo. So I almost took us down too, so what? What else was i supposed to do? Just… not react? Blame me for trying to save him! Blame me for caring!”

“You really do believe that.” Was it a statement or a question? Why did she show more interest in the trees than in him! The forest looked like every other, you could not tell different spots apart but Kai was one and only and he was furious and given no proper attention.

“You have to feel it too, no? Everybody is acting so weird about the whole thing. But it's behind us, like so many more things. We also thought Zane was dead a few times, no one is being weird to me about that. But now it's like I'm unstable or something, like I have to be watched. Why is it always me who's not trusted? I have self-control too, you know. I've been training to be a ninja just as long as everybody else.”

“No one is denying that.”

“But they’re– what? No. Everybody is looking at me through their fingers like I'm not worthy of trust. Everybody has ups and downs. I had bad moments, I had good moments. What makes me so different? Why can't we just keep it behind us like everything else? Cole is good now, we learn to be more careful, not wander or let others wander out when not in the best shape, we’re good. No reason to poke into this more.”

“Except no one is bringing it up besides you.”

“I– Everybody keeps bringing it up! You brought it up! Lloyd brought it up! All of you do!”

“I only asked if there was something bothering you,” she replied, bright, green eyes looking into his maybe neutrally but to Kai, he could just as well get a hedgehog thrown into his face. Was that smug in her voice? Impossible. Kai opened his mouth to protest but remained wordless. He closed it again, a silent admission of her being right. “And I got my answer.”

“I'm not bringing anything up.”

“But you keep scowling and when we ask if there is anything wrong you immediately assume we have only one particular incident in mind. You can just talk about it and resolve this and then there really won't be any reason to keep bringing up the past. You do not have to talk to me, you do not even have to talk to any of us, the choice is yours, but talking is always the solution.”

“There is nothing to talk about.”

“Not even how your relationship with Cole keeps affecting you?”

“There are no feelings!” Kai yelled, making probably every living animal anywhere nearby run or take off. Except for the birds they were spreading out. “Why do you all keep assuming stuff?”

Meanwhile Pixal continued walking as if they were calmly talking about the weather. “You're the only one assuming,” was her calm and collected, completely unbothered comment. And before he could argue further, she switched the topic, “Let's go mark the blind paths.”

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Cole had a lot of time to think. Maybe too much time to think. His memories were still jumbled puzzle pieces but he was starting to make designated piles. Dinner, Jay, stairs, pain, pain, pain… Then there were some weird flashes of… something but Cole did not like to go there. They felt wrong. As if somebody took those fragments of memories and tried to jam them into his brain, the already overflowing mixer.

So, what could have happened to him? Maybe there was something or someone hiding on the mountain and the moment he passed by, it struck. That would explain why he collapsed on the stairs, the pain, the injuries he woke up with… Somehow he knew this was not it, the story was not satisfying. There was a feeling but a feeling is never a reliable narrator.

Forest, teeth, claws, so much fear and confusion. Wrongness. He had to get out—

Little, paper dragon in his hand. Kai left it and he left it without any explanation as to why the hell he was making origami or since when. But Cole liked the little guy, it was cute and brushing his thumb over its paper wing helped him with coming back to reality every time he wandered too far out like a child, too young to understand the dangers of leaving his home.

Trying to make any sense of his memories felt a whole lot like swimming. Or diving. Both involved water and he still had to find his way back to it despite how many years had passed since it posed a deadly threat. Old habits die hard, they say. He still flinches out of Nya’s way sometimes.

Take a deep breath, submerge down, down, down, (through the pain, pain, pain, until his ears ring with howls, the forest flashes in front of his eyes, inexplicable bloodlust takes over his senses until it is fear running through his veins–) and then he’s too deep and panic takes over and he has to get back up for air.

Little, red, paper dragon. Incredible, how many things one can make from a piece of paper. Or just shadows. Incredible, the human creative ability… Fascinating. Way more important to marvel about than figuring out what happened the night before.

If only Kai was there, he would talk to him about something, anything, and Cole would just not have to think and everything would be so easy just as it always was with Kai.

But Kai was off somewhere and instead of him, it was Zane entering the room. At least he was carrying food. Cole could kill for something to eat. He could eat a horse, anything went.

“How are you feeling?” Zane asked as he handed him a bowl with what smelled like chicken soup. Cole smiled at him, albeit a little strained.

“Good. I'm feeling good.” It did not feel as lying in Cole’s head but something about it was not honest either.

Nodding in acknowledgement, Zane went over the routine check-up he already did twice since Cole woke up. Vitals, IV, pulse oximeter, whatever he saw in front of his eyes… And he frowned like never before. Partly amusing, partly worrying, seeing Zane riled up like such. So unsure in an unknown environment. Cole decided to look at the world through his rose-coloured optimistic glasses. Take the easy road.

“You’re healing too fast,” he grumbled.

“Is there anything like healing too fast?” Cole argued over a mouthful of chicken and noodles. As if he has not eaten in an eternity. It certainly felt like it. Between the steak for dinner and today might be a hundred years. “I think it's great. No more lollygagging in bed. Don’t get me wrong, I love to sleep in, but that was too much even for me.”

But Zane kept shaking his head. “It's not natural. Not even for us.”

Cole woke up with just a few scars and the origami dragon sitting on the bedside table. Despite the new collection marking his body, the biggest eyesore remained the one from the bite. The silvery crescent made of dots left after the teeth– His bones still tingled similar to the funny bone feeling, just muted. His muscles were also still sore but only in the maybe-I've-overdone-it-during-yesterday’s-exercise  kind of way. If he didn't know any better, he would think his body was just sore from staying in bed for so long.

“It’s nonsensical!” It should faze Cole but no, everything was fine and dandy. Maybe something to chuckle at but that was about it. Do not dig deeper. “All of your vitals seem to be without any disturbance, your blood levels are back to normal… It should take weeks for you to recover from all of those injuries but all's just gone overnight… It's as if… as if you were never injured in the first place…”

“Well, I am a tough stone to crack,” Cole tried airily but the ninadroid was busy not paying attention to him.

“Not even Lloyd heals this fast,” he muttered to himself, still checking everything as if he was going to find anything new or different. Of course not, Cole had an incredible immune system, he handled the cold just as well as the master of ice himself, of course his regeneration was going to be peak as well. Nothing unusual.

“Well, I also survived a fall from the Bounty into the darkness, I think I've gotten over worse stuff.”

“That is correct.” Zane looked up, lost in his own world. Trying to have a proper one-on-one conversation was like yelling at characters in a horror movie, absolutely pointless but was that going to stop him? “We still don't know the full effects the darkness could have on humans…” Then, as if he was woken up from a dream and realised he had an audience, Zane shook his head and redirected his full attention back to Cole. “Since there seems to be no more reason for me to keep you here, you can go. You are healed. I suppose.”

Once he was freed from all the medical tech and changed into a new and clean gi, Zane let him go with a last plea to try and take it easy in case any complications were to come to the surface.

Cole could promise that honestly, his mind was set on one thing and only one thing – a long, long and hot bath. Just him, bubbles, scorching hot water to shut his brain off and some music because it wouldn't go without it.

Before he could lock himself in his self-made oasis, however, he stumbled upon Kai. He must have just come back from wherever he was and his shoulders were tense with frustration as usual. So maybe Cole should have anticipated how their conversation was going to go but his primitive brain still made him call out Kai’s name and proceed with what he would later declare as another idiotic idea.

At first, the metaphorical stormy sky above Kai’s head cleared immediately the moment he recognised the voice and he rushed over to check up on him without hesitation.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Yeah, he will have to respond to this question more than just once, won’t he? “You're already out of the infirmary?” Kai frowned as he looked over him, as if his wounds were to reopen and start bleeding again right there despite the fact that they were perfectly sealed now. His fingers brushed over some of the new scars, changing Cole’s nerves into flames probably. That could be the closest thing to explain the feeling, just pure fire shooting through his nerves, maybe flooding his veins. Blackening his vision despite being white-hot.

But within the blink of an eye the feeling was gone and he could see again. Kai was now farther away, wide eyes staring into his.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, perplexed.

Cole blinked, shook his head, threw this accident onto the already big pile of things he did not want to dig into. “It’s fine.”

“That didn't seem fine to me.”

Not to Cole either but too late, it was already disregarded onto the pile. “It hurt like hell but it's all right now.”

Kai stayed unconvinced. “Do you need to sit down? I can go fetch Zane…”

“It's cool,” Cole dismissed with a wave of his hand. “I can go to him later. Right now all I need is to wash off the smell of sanitiser or it will drive me nuts.”

Kai hummed and tried to leave then but Cole, the stupid Cole, he just had to catch his hand and bring him back. Which, on reflection, he should not have done and he should have just let him carry on with his day. But of course, all brain function goes out the window with Kai in close proximity. Humans achieved many great things, the elemental masters achieved many great things and yet something as simple as being close to the brightest star can overshadow everything.

“Hey… Jay told me you wanted to talk about something?”

The stormy clouds gathered back together above Kai’s head. He didn't full-out frown at him but the hardened look in his eyes said enough.

“Ignore him, he's just being a pest like usual.”

“I dunno, he seemed kinda serious.”

“It was nothing important.”

“Well he definitely made it sound like it is.”

Now he was looking daggers at him. He was either burning him or Jay alive in his mind. Maybe both. There was definitely some angry BBQ taking place inside Kai’s head and Cole was the target. On the list of today’s specials.

Kai yanked his hand out of his grasp. “Jay is neurotic by nature. He will make anything sound important if it freaks him out enough. But it isn't. It’s nothing, you don't have to worry about it.”

Cole straightened his stance, now, just like Kai, seeing red. Primitive like the bulls, just laser focused on one thing. You annoy me? How about I strike as well? Although, any bull would probably know better in this situation.

Again, on reflection, he should have just gone for his bath, he should have just left this be. Let Kai blow off his steam elsewhere and maybe try this once he is more conciliatory.

“You're doing it again.”

“I'm doing what again?” Kai thundered. Whatever he was busy with that forenoon must have been thrilling.

“You're not telling me something that happened while I wasn't here. Just like before.”

“You never asked.”

“Well, I’m asking now and the result is still the same. Something happened and you're not telling me. And it obviously involves me.” Me, me, me, since when is he so self-centred?

Kai could be as well huffing smoke. Maybe he was, Cole could not see clearly through his own annoyance.  “I had a nightmare,” he said deliberately. “Stumbled outside my room. Was unfortunate enough to be found by Jay. End of story.” And with that, he turned on his heel and left before Cole could press further and it was probably for the better because Cole would press further because when it came to them two, neither had any self-preservation skills. It was always ramming head-first into barricaded gates.

At least now, boiling in his personal spa, he could torture himself with that misstep instead of submerging into the mystery of last night.

So no, it wasn't always easy with Kai. Being together, pretending the rest of the world didn't exist, that was easy. Facing the rest of the world, however, was not, and one of them always backed out – either slowly and quietly or, like before, ramming their head through the back door.

What was he even mad about? He had no reason to bring anything up. Maybe he just needed to vent his frustration somewhere (despite the fact that there was no frustration and everything was fine and okay), find an output and Kai was a dependable, easy target. A guarantee of a nice argument when you needed to argue. Jay just happened to pass him a great ball for him to spike. And spike he did. Except it bounced off the ground and right back into his dumb face. Dumbass.

So now he just had a blur of a memory of Kai whispering something to him the night before and a vexing bump that needed smoothening out or his days at the monastery become unbearable.

Speaking of blurs of memories…

Running… he was running somewhere… or from something? He definitely didn't pass out on the stairs like he thought. Maybe… maybe…

He immersed his head into the hot water, as if it could get him rid of those thoughts. As if it could turn them into steam and the steam would simply vanish in the air.

But of course, when was anything in his life this easy?

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Knowing it is no use lying to Nora, he just decides to be out with it. Checking their surroundings, once he makes sure there isn’t anyone nearby they might know, he starts whispering. “Okay, so… Henry told me a story about him masturbating and I can not, for the life of me stop thinking about it.”

“Ohhhh.” Nora takes a bite out of her berry muffin with a face that screams ‘Alex takes too long to catch up on shit’. “So you’re finally having a latent sexuality crisis. Welcome to the land of the bisexual dude.”

“What? Oh my Jesus fuck. I didn’t even think about that part!” Burying his face to his hands, Alex just groans.

“My guy, you’ve been thinking about your molten lava level hot roommate/best friend jerking off non-stop and didn’t think about what it might mean?”

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Writing Patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 11 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I was tagged by the amazing @renmackree! 💛 I'm kinda curious about my pattern; I have a feeling it's dialogue.... LOL (I won't include drabbles 🌝)

Lava Cakes & Molten Chocolates

E | Sterek | 6k | post-canon, love potion mishap, fluff & smut, mating bite

"Stiles."

Derek's Kumquat

E | Sterek | 45k | post-canon, friends w/ benefits to lovers, smutty, humor

“I’m like this kumquat, sweet on the outside and tart on the inside.”

Hottest Thing Since Stuffed Crust

E | Sterek | 4k | canon div, college student!Stiles, getting together, car sex

"Uh, hey."

Stiles the Furry Little Disaster Waiting to Happen

T | Sterek | 5k wip | summer between seasons 2 & 3, spell gone wrong, hamster!Stiles feat. Derek's big boobies lol

Stiles loved animals.

“Me too”

E | Sterek | 10k | canon div, college student!Stiles, costume party, baking, smut, massage...

Stiles had a weird habit.

Blooms in the Darkness

E | Sterek | 18k | season 3B rewrite, void!Stiles, anchors, spark awakening, smut, hurt/comfort

It first began as nothing more than a speck.

Meat, Ducks, & Cigarettes

E | Lawlu | 8k | high school AU, hungry days-inspired, delinquents, fighting, smut

“Hey, Torao, can I—”

More Than Obsessed

E | Sterek | 43k | AU, serpentine!Stiles x killer!Derek, action, smut, mates, you can't spell manslaughter without laughter

The first time Stiles saw him, he thought, ‘Does this guy even know what he’s doing with that fishing pole?’

Rumpled sheets, smoke-tinged kisses, and sea salted lightning

E | Sterek | 14k | modern AU, a/b/o, case!fic, alpha mafia boss!Derek x omega FBI agent!Stiles, spark awakening

The canteen quieted from carefree chatter to hushed whispers, as it did everytime Stiles and Derek walked in.

Like Clockwork

E | Sterek | 6k | modern AU, a/b/o, alpha CEO!Derek x omega secretary!Stiles, pwp, animal hybrids

Stiles had never believed in love at first sight.

More Than Enough

E | Sterek | 8k | season 2 rewrite, get together after pool scene, 5 + 1 things, hurt/comfort, smut

“The only way to prove yourself is through blood. Fear. Remember that.”

Kind of a pattern w/ dialogue as I thought, although less dialogue than I thought... lmao 👁👁 I did 11 bc I have a huge soft spot for More Than Enough, don't mind me lol 🌝

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Day 2 - Leaking [Human AU]

[AO3] Continuation of Model Hob! :D

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Dream stares down at the white strip of paper, taking a gulp at the simple blue words, meet me in my dressing room ;) as he thinks of Hob today ― of the black eyeliner he put on intense brown eyes, of the black leather jacket, with spikes on the shoulders, of the white harness criss-crossed, the only thing to distract you from Hob’s chest. 

His insides are molten lava as he makes his way to the dressing rooms, note flicking between his fingers as he opens the door, heart rate jumping as he spots Hob, leaning against the dressing room chair, legs encased in leather and chunky black boots. “Wasn’t sure you’d show,” Hob says, giving him a smile. “Especially after last night.” 

Dream bites his cheek, feeling his face heat up as he thinks of the club, “I didn’t mind,” he breathes, stepping closer until he can feel the heat of Hob’s body, and Dream can feel his insides prickle as Hob laughs, small and bright. 

“Can I ask what you did after?” Hob whispers, eyes darkening, and Dream swallows as Hob’s hand, covered with a fingerless leather glove cups his cheek.

“Perhaps,” he replies, and Hob laughs again, nose pressing into his cheek before pulling him into a kiss, hot and deep. 

“So, what did you do?” Hob asks into the kiss, and Dream whimpers as Hob brings him closer, and Dream’s cock throbs as Hob’s hands rove over him, going up under his black shirt, and Dream manages to grab onto Hob’s chest, clutching at the harness.

Dream starts as his hands go down to the leather pants, undoing them, “I went home an―” he pauses, looking down as he feels lace. Lace?? Dream stares at the dark blue lace panties under the leather, mind shorting out as he kneels down, Hob’s legs parting as he pulls the leather down, fingers digging into hairy thighs as he stares at Hob’s cock, hard and leaking, staining the panties, mouth watering as he looks. 

“I’ll ask you later,” Hob says as gloved hands grab Dream’s hair, tugging him into Hob’s lace-covered cock, which he gladly takes the direction for, nosing into the lace before he sucks, the taste bitter as Hob maons.

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Liability- Part 1

Pairing: College Student!Rafe Cameron x Cousenlor!Reader

Summary: Rafe gets himself into a bit of a bind with one of the professors at Duke and is forced to see an on-campus counselor, someone he was very set on hating. But she's extremely hard to hate.

Warnings: Language, mentions of violence, mentions of drugs.

A/n: First of all, I want to mention that this fic is an AU type fic; it will only include Rafe's mildly destructive behavior and daddy issues but this does not follow allow with the Outerbanks storyline. Second of all, this fic would not be a thing without the lovely @storytellingwitht feeding into my addiction lmao. You guys are amazing. I love you all!

“So, what brought you to Duke?” 

My head tilts curiously at him, eyes trailing over his frame as he desperately tries to not tremble like a leaf. He’s either drunk, high or anxious (or all of the above), his eyes flickering around the dimly lit room, his eyes momentarily locking with the lava lamp in the corner of the room. When he looks around, he chooses to not look directly at me but instead at the wall behind me, knee bouncing anxiously as he reaches up to rub at the back of his neck. 

He resembles something close to agitation or anxiety and has since he walked in the room twenty minutes ago, not caring to say hi or introducing himself but instead just sat down on the couch across from me and decided to take his sentence in silence. It’s to be expected, especially from someone with his track record. I heard a little bit about him from the other faculty in the office and his professors, mixed reviews on his behavior but how, miraculously, his grades show the opposite.

Crossing my legs, I ready the notebook in my lap, pen tapping against the paper as I wait for him to answer my nth question of the night. After a few minutes of uncomfortable and unfortunate silence, he clears his throat and takes a deep breath before adjusting himself on the couch, eyes flickering up to look at the ticking clock on the wall.

“‘s a good college.” He shrugs simply, eyes flickering up to mine briefly as I let out a small sigh of relief at the sound of his deep voice. His back cracks as he leans back into the couch, biting at his lip as he watches my pen scribble aimlessly across my notepad. I can tell he wants to ask what I’m writing, which is the reason why I lifted the pen to draw a simple smiley face in the first place, knowing the thought of me analyzing him would drive him crazy.

“I’ve seen your grades, you should be proud.” The shocked uptick of his brows makes me laugh quietly to myself, taken back by his response to the simple praise. He nods sternly, a faint blush spreading across the tops of his cheekbones. “So why the self sabotage?” I quiz and his brows furrow cutely.

“What?”

“Keying a professor's car?” His eyes immediately roll at the recollection of his transgressions, the events that brought him to my office three times a week. There’s a part of me that thinks he’s embarrassed, eyes low as he toys with the thick ring on his thumb but I can see the desperate need to defend himself behind his eyes, but instead he chooses the path of least resistance. 

“Got angry.” He answers simply but it’s not enough for me.

“Yeah, you have a history of that.” I sigh, placing his records on the table in front of him, giving up the gimmick of ‘good cop’, trying to get through to him as a counselor, but it took very little time to realize my coworkers were right- he’d never trust my authority- the little authority I have. He picks the papers up tentatively, almost looking at me with a ‘should I be seeing this?’ look but indulges anyways, flipping through the pages with a tight jar.

Folding my legs beneath me, a sad smile spreads across my lips as he tosses the sheets back onto the table in front of me, his fists clenching in his lap. I can’t tell if his anger stems from insecurities regarding his own actions or if he’s angry that others have had a view into his darker past. I can tell that he’s a closed off guy, that he doesn’t open up unless it’s mandatory and even then, he attempts desperately to not share, to not open up. 

“Look, Rafe, you have to do this- talk to me, I mean. You’re lucky you got mandatory counseling instead of mandatory jail time.” I laugh, trying to desperately ease the tension in the room but he doesn’t crack, just stares down at the packet of paper between us with uneasy eyes. But after a few minutes, my staring breaks through his tough exterior, a heavy sigh leaving him as he finally looks up at me, taken back by my comfortable stance. He mirrors me, folding a leg over his other before tossing his hands up in surrender.

“What do you want from me?” 

“Answer the questions I’ve gotta ask you, ask questions of your own- hell, talk about football or something that’s bugging you.” He cringes at the offer, his eyes fluttering shut to briefly imagine what it would be like if he had taken the punishment the professor originally wanted to force upon him but instead he’s stuck with the peppiest counselor he’ll ever encounter. 

“Are you an actual therapist?” He asks curiously, attempting to take a jab at my credentials but my smile only grows, happy that he’s taking a step in the right direction. 

“I have a masters degree in psychology.” My finger jabs up at the wall to his left, blue eyes following my direction to three diplomas on the wall.

I certainly never expected to end up in a university, tending to the most fucked up age group in the country- my generation. I wanted to go into forensics, to get into the grittiness of the mental psyche but you’d be amazed by the messed up shit you see on college campuses- the dorms, the streets late at night, the blackmail and betrayals. Some of the students that I see, like Rafe, are in mandatory counseling, probably to heal from academic issues or destructive tendencies. But others are girls looking for a way out of toxic relationships, young students who wish so desperately to come out to their parents, or the occasional meltdown where a student just needs me to listen.

 Maybe Rafe needs someone to just listen.

Either way, I’d never go back and change anything that led me to this couch right now.

“A masters- how old are you anyways?” He asks, suddenly confused at the math as he leans towards the diploma to look at the year it was dated. With a shocked huff, he turns back to me with wide eyes, elbows resting on his knees and I let out a small bashful laugh.

“I’m 23.” 

“Oh.” He mutters, shifting in his seat before adding, “I’m 20.” A fond smile stretches across my lips at his subtle attempt to connect, his quiet voice almost boyish and innocent. I’m not sure the connection was intentional or if he’s sizing me up but either way, the realization in our closeness in age sparks something in him, his discomfort seeming to fade more and more as our times goes on.

“I know. I have your chart.” I lift the binder from beside me into the air, waving it back and forth.

“What else is in there?” He asks, fingers rubbing along his jaw as his eyes seem to focus on his name that’s spelled across the front of the binder in big black letters.

“You’re 20, you have a 3.6 GPA, you’re majoring in Developmental Psych- which is interesting to me.” I snort, wanting nothing but to dive deeper into his psyche and understand why a smart, handsome athlete is majoring in something as specific as developmental psychology. They say people go into a psych degree to learn something about themselves, their past or their family. So, in Rafe’s case, which is it? “You’re a tight-end on our varsity football team, you came from the Outer Banks-” There’s a sense of tension that thickens the atmosphere around us at the mention of his hometown, his shoulders rolling and head tilting so he can direct his attention out the window to look at the setting sun,  his strong jaw squared. “I can also see that you spent two nights in jail, you’ve been arrested for drug possession and illegal possession of a weapon-” 

“You’ve got my full rap-sheet over there?” He snaps, voice no longer playful but instead he’s seething, brows furrowed as I pause, eyes widening at him briefly, almost asking him ‘may I continue’ without actually saying it. I fight the urge to ask him all of my questions at once; ‘why are you such a troublemaker?’, ‘why the need for drugs?’, ‘why’d you leave your hometown?’- but instead I bite my tongue.

“You’re not giving me anything else to go off of.” I whisper tiredly, anxiously looking up at the clock, wondering if we’ll even end up getting anywhere in this session and/or if I’ll be able to count it as a part of his punishment. A look of realization passes through his expression, his handsome face relaxing with a gentle nod. “You’re not exactly an open book.” He smiles sadly to himself, eyes focused down at his lap.

Take the path of least resistance, Rafe.

“What do you wanna know?” He gives in, clasping his hands in front of him as I grin, prepared to take full advantage of my power and make him laugh, something I’ve heard he doesn’t do often.

“What’s your favorite color-”

“Oh now you’ve overstepped.” He says, dead serious, but after a few moments of silence he breaks into quiet laughter, a shocked scoff leaving me at his teasing. “My favorite color- really? I keyed a car and this is my punishment?” He asks incredulously, scooting to the edge of his seat, the distance between us only lessening as I bite back a nervous smile, focusing on the job at hand- my job at hand.

“The point of counseling is to have breakthroughs and to form a relationship based on trust and open communication.” He cringes at my explanation, a look of discomfort passing through his eyes as he sucks in a breath. “You don’t seem like the trusting type but I’m willing to take my time.” My voice comes out ten times more flirtatious than I intended it to but it causes his whole body to pause, eyes looking up at me with a teasing look, the gears behind his eyes to turn. “To be honest, I have a bit of a habit of growing on people.” He snorts, biting at his lip.

“I gathered that.” He breathes, running his fingers through his hair before giving it a small tug.

“Are you saying I’m growing on you, Cameron- it’s been like a half an hour.” I tease, loving the innocent blush that covers his pale cheeks as he instantly tries to deny, head shaking immediately in defiance. It’s hard to imagine him doing all of the bad things I know he’s done, things that are more extreme and way beyond vandalism. He seems almost awkward at times, boyish and bashful as he’s slowly sinking into the comfort of my office and my prying- far from the man depicted in his records. 

“New record?”

“New record for sure.”

“Does that mean I’m free to go?” He quizzes and he blows out a breath, rubbing his clammy hands against the tops of his jeans. I ponder letting him go ten minutes early but there’s a part of me that isn’t quite ready to set him free from my clutches just yet.

“Sure.” His eyes light up at my agreement but before he can stand, I hold up a pointed finger at him, urging him to sit his butt back down. “On one condition.” He agrees almost immediately before knowing my true demand, head bobbing in an agreeable nod.

“Shoot.”

“Hand over your phone.” His face pales at my instructions, eyes staring at my open palm that sticks out to him, waiting for him to do what I said. He looks like a deer in headlights right before a catastrophic crash, tongue slipping out to wet his cracked lips as he stutters.

“Wha-”

“Give it.” I ask again, stern voice forcing a shaky, nervous laugh from him as he goes fishing in his pocket. He hands it over to me without any questions, his eyes watching me like a hawk as I go into his contacts, adding myself as ‘best counselor’.  “Only call or text if you’re having an emotional emergency and/or feel like doing something mildly self destructive.” I laugh but as I hand back his phone, he just shakes his head, brows furrowed in confusion as he stares down at the contact. 

“Why?” 

“Why what?” I ask and he shrugs. “Why care?” The nod he gives me is almost sad, my heart aching in my chest at the thought of him being so out of touch when it comes to having people that care about him, people that want to see him succeed and to not key professors' cars. “Because, it’s what I do. Get used to it.” Slipping his phone back into his pocket, I make my way to my feet and he does the same, awkwardly shuffling towards the door. His hand hesitates to reach out towards the handle, neck craning to look back at me with a desperate expression.

“You know that’s like asking a fish to breathe air, right?”

“Better learn.” I shrug, crossing my arms across my chest as he huffs, pouting like a child. Reaching out, I push him playfully towards the door as he groans, head tilting back at his steps out into the busy hallway. “Behave!”

“You got it!”What a liar.

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Can someone recommend me Team ZIT fics? + technically fic recommendations also for those who want to read them

Preferably completed and platonic but if it's not, its ok as long as it's not obvious enough that I can still convince myself that it's /p

They can also be either Tango, Impulse, or Zedaph-centric as long as the 3 of them are there I'm ok with it

Team ZIT fics I already read so far to avoid repetition (and maybe people might also want to read them):

The Call of the Void (my most fav Zedaph centric fic so far)

Labs Were Not Made For Littles

Your Message: Come Get Me Please

cura te ipsum

The TIZ Team

What is a Tango?

When You Wake Up, You'll Be Forgotten.

Here is Home

My Behaviour’s Crazy, Can’t Phase Me!

Time Travel Zedaph

Repulse

Don't Go Pretending You're Okay When You're Not

Everything or Nothing

Furious Cocktail AU

Arctic Blaze

Lava is Thicker Than Water

Even in Death

Tapping on the Glass / Falling in a Forest

Home With Me / Home From You

Hunt the Haunt

When Everything Burns (I'm There To Calm The Blaze)

Camp ZIT

magic misfits au

Wax Covered Eyes and Void Filled Mouth

“I’m a blaze hybrid.” (my most fav Tango centric fic so far)

Magic (We All Need a Helping Hand)

Team ZIT Intro (Working Title) (DBH au is pretty interesting)

Maybe I've done enough

impulse you idiot please take a nap

Chicken and Man (No Alfalfa Here)

Tell Me I’m Frozen, But What Can I Do?

potholing

Bite Tongue, Deep Breaths

here was a man mourning tomorrow, who tried but finally drowned in his sorrow

Everything Moves (in which Team ZIT experiences the laws of motion)

Colors- aka nearly 3000 words of the author having no clue what she is doing

The Strange Being That Is Zedaph

Location Unknown

stomach bugs and self-care

Achievement hunter

Fulfilled

Omen of Death Tango

A Guide to Urban Exploration and Animatronic Repairs

Stressed Till Regressed

Losing Face (my most fav Impulse centric fic so far)

The Sun Could Go Out, We're Gonna Be Okay

i can't carry the weight

A Crack In The Egg (not a platonic fic but it's not obvious enough that I can still read it as /p, surprisingly I also loved it)

ZITS Oneshots

a little help from my friends

Lava goes "sloosh sloosh," people go "AHHHH"

I’ve Got You (ZITS angst)

Sliiping Lately

Crystals and Candy

Security Breach (my most fav non HC au fic so far)

Hocus Pocus, Zedaph’s the Focus

Broken Red Line

friends in odd places (my other most fav non HC au fic so far)

✨ UPDATE ✨

Trapped in Paradise

count your blessings, not your flaws

Cause We Are Whole (Robot Tango for the win!!!!!)

Out for slaughter

You’ll Dig a Grave With Me - 00FFFF - Hermitcraft [Archive of Our Own]

Another One Bites The Dust

Character Building with Tango Tek and co

Team ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT

Armour Makes the Man

Automaton Blokes

Chocolate and a Miracle or Two

You Called?

Toil and Trouble

And your just a burden.

Phasmozits au

Grade-A Pranksters

Parare Ad Convivium

It’s Just a Jump to the Left

These Hands Are All We Have

At Least You

Holes in Judgement

Swallow Your Fears

[anonymous-dentist]

Anything tazercraft?

A supernatural au that's extremely pre-canon to my silly werewolf fic:

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Pac wakes up naked in a sewer and, honestly, it isn't the weirdest place he's woken up in after a night out.

What's actually weird is the half-dressed man sitting cross-legged next to him playing Minecraft on his iPad.

"Um," says Pac, "Hello?"

The other man looks at him over the rims of his glasses. "Yeah, hi, give me a second."

Pac, without anything else to do, does as he's told. He takes the opportunity to look around the sewer for his clothes, but he comes up with nothing. Then he tries looking for his phone and finds... nothing again. Then he finds the huge gaping bleeding oozing bite mark on his hand and he thinks, Oh, whoops.

"You wouldn't happen to be that dog from last night, would you?" Pac asks.

The man fumbles his iPad so badly that he falls into lava in the game. He looks positively crestfallen.

"I'm not a dog," he pouts, looking at Pac properly for the first time. "We're in Brazil, dude, who turns into dogs here?"

Pac shrugs. He leans back on his hands casually, not really caring about how naked he is or how he's probably wallowing in enough diseases to kill a lesser man. Nothing can kill him now!

"Sometimes the Europeans do," Pac replies. "But, uh, just making sure, I'm not gonna get Hepatitis down here, am I?"

"Probably not, but I haven't really... checked?" The man blinks, confused. "You're taking this pretty calmly, you know. That's weird."

Pac shrugs again. "I'll probably freak out later. I'm Pac, by the way. I figured you should know because we're, like, a pack now or something."

The man huffs out a nervous little laugh with a small smile. "Yeah, sure. I'm Mike. Yeah."

It's then that Mike seems to notice that Pac is actually literally and legitimately entirely naked and he flushes a bright red from his head to his toes. He brings his iPad up so that it's covering his face.

"I knew I forgot something!" he wheezes. "I'll be... hold on."

Mike rushes off, presumably to an exit to go and find Pac some clothes. Pac watches him go happily. Hell yeah.

A pack of lobisomem. A pac(k) of lobisomem. Awesome!

[frodo-cinnamonroll]

Forgive Me

Plot/Summary: In an AU, Borormir survives the Uruk-hai and lives to see the Ring destroyed. He travels with Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli, and reunites with his brother. When Gandalf and the eagles bring Frodo and Sam back from Mount Doom, Boromir waits anxiously, seeking forgiveness for trying to take the Ring from Frodo, an act that had burned his heart and torn it in two ever since.

Paring: Boromir x the Fellowship

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: mentions of many wounds and some blood, vague mentions of battle, angst

A/N: I apologize this is so very late :( Requested by @fan-of-pretty-much-2-much, @animallover81, @mistyeyesofthemountainpeaks

This fic is based off of this work of art by @bamboocarbon-ver-2-0

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Boom!

The volcano roared and spewed lava.

Crack!

The tower split and fell into oblivion.

Rumble!

A rush of wind gusted from the dark land, signaling the end of its power.

A mix of triumphant shouts and terrified roars arose from the battlefield.

“We won!” some were shouting. “They did it!”

“Fight ‘em while you can!” said others.

“After them! Don’t let them escape!” others commanded.

And others, “Run if you want to save your filthy skins!”

Boromir stood in awe, watching the great tower of Barad-dûr fall with an ear-splitting crash. Orc-blood was splattered over his breastplate and his hair was a tangled mess, but he cared not.

“The eagles!” someone cried. “The eagles are coming!”

Boromir turned to see the majestic eagles with bronze feathers swooping low overhead. One came especially low, and Gandalf leapt up and rode high on its back. Boromir barely heard him say, “Make haste! Make haste!” as it flew swiftly in the dark land ahead.

The shouts of the army brought Boromir back to the present. The throng, led by Aragorn, chased after the fleeing swarm of orcs who were squealing and roaring wildly. Other soldiers who had been wounded stayed back and made their way to the temporary medical tent off the battlefield. Boromir went with the last traces of the army and succeeded in hunting down any remaining orcs. He stayed near the camp, awaiting Gandalf’s return. It wasn’t very long before Boromir heard the cries of eagles again. He looked up and saw the three of them descending. In the claws of one was the shape of a person, as well as the other (which Gandalf was riding on).

“Boromir!” Aragorn cried to him as he ran forward to meet the eagle nearest to him. 

The eagle carrying Sam landed first, and Aragorn began carrying him back to the tents. Then the one carrying Frodo descended right above Boromir. He held out his arms and the eagle dropped the unconscious hobbit gently into them. Boromir looked at Frodo’s grimy face covered in ash, sweat, and a little blood. The halfling smelled of smoke and something else Boromir couldn’t name. His arms trembled as he followed Aragorn to the tents. He now noticed one of Frodo’s hands was covered in blood, and one of his fingers was missing. He held it close to his chest, not caring if it stained his own hand or armor. There were two empty cots available, and they lay down the hobbits in them.

Aragorn proceeded to tend to their wounds, starting with Frodo’s hand. Boromir stepped back and watched, a sickening feeling rising up in him as he saw their wounds. Sam had a faint scar of a bite mark on his shoulder and a gash on the back of his head. Other than his finger, Frodo had four other nasty scars. Aragorn told Boromir one was from a Morgul blade and one faint one was from a cave troll (but would have been much worse without the protection of mithril). The third looked almost like a burn along Frodo’s neck and Boromir guessed it had something to do with the chain that carried the Ring. The last looked odd, like a giant sting.

“It may be,” Aragorn said gravely. There was worry in his voice.

Boromir shook his head as he knelt next to the cot. “Look what they’ve gone through,” he said, his voice cracking under the weight of the heartache he felt burning within him. “I should have been there.”

Aragorn remained silent for a brief moment. “You couldn’t have. You know that. I couldn’t have.”

Boromir let a few tears fall and he places his hand on Frodo’s head. The halfling moaned quietly as Aragorn dressed his remaining wounds.

“How could I have done this?” Boromir said barely above a whisper. He closed his eyes and he could see Frodo’s face of distrust and fear at the Great River. He looked at him now. This wasn’t the same hobbit. This one looked wiser and sadder.

What things he must have seen and felt. Boromir thought.

Aragorn finished cleansing Frodo’s wounds and dressing them. With Boromir’s help, he put a clean shirt on him (that was quite oversized for the halfling). He went to fetch water, leaving Boromir alone. He sat down heavily on a wooden stool near the feet of the two cots, putting his head in his hands.

***

He now stood outside in Ilthien, listening to the breeze that sighed with relief. Boromir’s heart did not agree. Yes, he was relieved that they had succeeded, but he felt weighed down. Every step on the way back from the Black Gates had made Boromir’s heart feel heavier and heavier. Over and over Boromir had tried to figure out what he was going to say to the halfling once he awoke, but his efforts were to no avail, as the scenes he had caused those months ago were flashing in his mind.

“Boromir!” It was Pippin’s voice. Hope sailed on it. “He’s awake!”

Boromir felt a stab of dread and simply nodded. “Good.”

Pippin almost ran off, but stopped when Boromir didn’t follow. “You are coming, aren’t you?”

Boromir wanted to walk away, but he followed Pippin. “Yes. Of course.”

When they arrived at Frodo’s room, there were joyous shouts from the hobbits as they ran in. Aragorn stood near the doorway, about to enter. He paused when he saw Boromir’s countenance.

“What am I going to say?” Boromir whispered in distress. “He probably hates me. The last time he saw me I tried to take it.”

“Peace,” Aragorn whispered back. “You will find he is different now. He will forgive you, if you accept it. He has forgiven others who have done much worse to him.”

Boromir was confused as to what that entailed. He followed Aragorn inside.

Boromir couldn’t read the expression on Frodo’s face when he saw him, but he was ready for whatever rebuke he would face. The hobbit said nothing. Boromir knelt, unable to hide his tears.

“My dear hobbit,” Boromir began. “I have not the words, nor the right, to ask for your forgiveness for what I did. I know not how to express the regret I have felt ever since that day. If there is anything you would have me do to show my remorse, please tell me.”

Boromir looked up. To his surprise, he saw great mercy in Frodo’s eyes. “No man, or hobbit, could have destroyed the thing alone. You have been valiant, Son of Gondor. But where you have failed, I forgive you freely, for not even I could resist. As for action, your words and heart say all that needs to be said. I need nothing else, but for you to forgive yourself. Let it be forgotten.”

Boromir cried aloud and grabbed the hobbit’s hand and kissed it once. “Thank you. Thank you.”

“We are a Fellowship,” Frodo said, looking at each of the Fellowship’s members whom he had come to love. “We are eternally bound by friendship and love.”

[softsnzstuff]

Streamer Steve/Eddie with “I don’t want you to catch my cold.” “Shame, that’s exactly what I came here for.” 👁️ Steve being the sick one?

WHOOPS SO SORRY! This got hella spicy real fast…. Ummmmmm

Spice level: 🌶🌶 // MINORS DNI

Streamer AU, Sick!Steve with Knk!Eddie

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“Listen, I was never good at this game snF to start with…”

Steve pressed a button, making Mario jump, his foot getting hit by one of the Goomba mushrooms.

“Dammit! snfff I don’t know why I thought I’d get behhhtter with age hihh i’HKssh’EW! K’tchiew!”

The screen reset, Mario picking up where he stopped at the halfway point of the level. Steve fiddled with the controller, trying to get him over the lava pit.

Bless you!

Yeah sorry but my ten year old cousin is better than you at this game

Are you sick again?

“Excuse me! snfSNFF, ugh yeah I caught another cold.” He rubbed at his nose, “It’s not… that bad… just can’t st- stohhhp NG’TchEW! Ek’ssIEW! …sneezing.”

“God this stupid level is gonna be the death of mbe.”

If sneezing doesn’t kill you first…

Where’s Eddie?

Poor guy

Steve turned and coughed into his shoulder as he stared intensely at the screen.

“Eddie went out. He’s umb SNF picki’g up dinner. Should be back an’dy mbinute….. HA’ikSHhiew!”

He sneezed openly towards his lap, a soupy sniffle punctuating the silence before the door opened.

“Bless you!” Eddie leaned in the doorway, waving at the camera, “You on stream? Dinners here.”

“Oh, yeah I can turn it off. I keep losi’g anyways. Alright guys. I’ll talk to you later.”

He waved, leaning forward clicking the “end stream” button. When he swiveled back around, Eddie was right in front of him.

“Hey handsome.” Steve was holding Eddie’s hips as the older man stood in front of him, running a hand through his hair. “You sound so sniffly and sick.”

Eddie leaned down for a kiss, but a hand on his chest stopped him.

“No, I … I don’t want you to catch my cold.”

Eddie stared down at Steve, biting his lip and smirking. “Shame. That’s exactly what I came here for.”

He leaned in anyways, his lips pressing against Steve’s. He could feel the wet tip of Steve’s nose rubbing against his own cheek as they kissed.

Steve smiled as Eddie swung a leg over and straddled him. Steve pulled back, head turned to the side as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Hah’isshEW! igK’Tsch’EW!”

A small trail of slick was making its way to Steve’s top lip. Eddie stared at it and pouted.

“Aww poor baby. You must be so embarrassed.”

The older man pulled off his tee shirt and used it to pinch the mess away from Steve’s nose. He dropped the T shirt into Steve’s lap between them.

“Sorry. I’m so tickly today.”

“I might be able to help with that.” He grinned devilishly and reached for a tissue, twirling the end to a fine point, looking at Steve. The man unbuttoned his pants, letting his erection spring free.

Steves eyes went wide as he blushed. He held onto Eddie’s hips for dear life as his boyfriend inserted the pointed tip into one of his nostrils.

It had barely been inserted, when Steve suddenly sneezed, surprising even himself.

“HrzzdCHEW!”

Spray misted Eddie’s bare chest, the older man radiating lust. Steve barely had time to aim his head down before he was sneezing again.

“ISSHIEW! TSSCHEW!! snlrff” he coughed.

Eddie tilted his head and tan a finger along the bridge of Steve’s nose.

“Aww. You really are sensitive today.”

Steve just nodded, sniffling against his wrist. Eddie held Steve’s hand and moved it away from his face so he could reinsert the tissue.

Slowly but methodically, he moved the paper in and out, sending every nerve in Steve’s nose into overdrive.

“Eddie… tihhhckles hehh…”

Eddie grinned, moving it faster and watching Steve’s damp nostrils flare, doing their own little dance just for him. He leaned in, kissing Steve on the neck.

“iK’shew! Hah’eshoo!”

The first two sneezes ripped their way out of him as he exploded with release. They were much more productive than Steve had expected and they sprayed Eddie’s back, so he brought a hand up trying to cover.

Steve’s nose twitched again, three more sneezes bursting out of him. Mess sprayed out from in between the fingers of the hand held in front of his face.

“G’tschIEW! Tssch’ew!! H’iKSHh’IEW!”

“FUCK Steve! You’re so hot.” Eddie moaned.

“Still… tickles…” Steve’s eyes were closed, as he tried to move the itch along.

“Give me one more Stevie, I’m so close.” He panted.

“It’s right thehhhhre.” Steve struggled. He leaned forward and rubbed his dripping nose on Eddie’s shoulder, stimulating the tickle. “Hehh IKSSSHIEW KSSSHEW!”

Eddie moaned, breathing heavy. Steve coughed, picking up the T shirt off Eddie’s lap, revealing a damp spot on his boxers.

Steve laughed, bringing the shirt to his face and blowing his nose into it.

“Tickle still there?” Eddie asked after he caught his breath.

“A little. It’s better though.”

“Good.” Eddie said, taking the shirt back from Steve and putting it on.

He moved his legs back until he was kneeling on the floor in front of Steve’s chair. He playfully reached out to take off Steve’s sweatpants.

“Now let me really make you feel better.”

[fischerbees]

Bite Me!

[word count: 2300]

II. Scars Healed and Unhealed

“As of right now I can’t find anything critical, however, I will need to do some additional check-ups once we’re back at the monastery.” With that, Zane’s eyes ceased their familiar flashing as he stepped away so they all could see each other.

“Great. The last thing I need is to catch rabies. Fantastic idea, Jay!”

“What?”

“It was your idea to go ‘inspect the forest’!” Since their journey back, Cole has not stopped grumbling about it. And while Kai shared the same sentiment, it was getting repetitive.

“Cole…” Holding his uninjured shoulder, Kai tried to help Cole ease down before he would pounce on Jay. He could not get frustrated even with himself for getting so easily shaken to the core by the attack. It was just a pack of wild wolves, he survived worse, why was he so shaken by it all?

“Hey, I was trying to help you!”

“Yeah, into the grave, maybe!”

“ Cole .” Kai tightened his grip and leaned his face closer. “Come on, you need to relax.” Cole scoffed at Jay's mute, wild gesturing and eyes wide like plates but leaned against the wall and let his muscles relax anyway. Kai rubbed his shoulder before picking up another pad with disinfection to rub it on his scratches, clenching his teeth not to hiss.

“If you were to get rabies, and my scans showed nothing concerning, you’ve been vaccinated and the disease won’t be lethal. That, with your immune system being boosted by your elemental power and our medical supplies, any potential diseases would be dealt with fairly quickly.” Once Kai pushed the first aid kit towards him, Zane began packing it up. “Besides a few new scars, you two should be fine.”

“Great, are we going to waste more time here? I think that's more than enough scrolls,” he finally acknowledged the rest of the team.

Lloyd was quick to jump on the train, having registered the weird silence coming from the master of fire. “Kai's right, we should head back, we got what we wanted.”

“What Wu wanted.”

Nya shot Kai one of her sharp looks which he made sure to ignore. “Yeah, they need to get cleaned up properly and Kai's already getting pissy.”

“Am not.”

“Let's get these on board and head back, guys.”

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While he was more than glad to be away from the ruin of a library in the middle of nowhere, being tied to various beeping machines by Zane and Pixal wasn’t a thrilling experience as well. Cole eventually settled down, only his death stares remained and targeted the lightning ninja who seemed jumpier than ever. Kai could not enjoy the performance as much as he wanted to, the whole incident still heavy on his mind.

There were too many questions swirling in his mind and he did not know which required his attention first. And then there was the fact that despite how much he tried helping Zane in reassuring Cole everything was going to be all right, he doubted it himself. The scars burnt relentlessly and his powers seemed to go haywire. Of course, it could be from his nerves. His heart was still busy racing a mile, as much as he hated to admit it.

Pixal said it was normal to feel shock after going through such an experience, Kai silently disagreed. He went through worse things. Way worse things and a bunch of wolves gets him trembling like a scared child? No, he was not having that.

So, he put on his usual, charming grin, went to the dinner as relaxed as he could and spoke fast to make sure his thoughts did not get an opportunity to seep more doubt into his frail foundation. He was just shaken up because Cole got the short end of the stick and Cole has always been his secret weakness and there was nothing more behind it.

Despite all of the effort, his plate was left almost untouched.

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Cole was not one to vent his frustration with others so openly, it was the Smith siblings’ speciality, mainly Kai’s. Nya mastered the art of passive aggression. But once he started, he could see why Kai did it all the time.

They pretty much could have gotten attacked even in the library, Jay just unintentionally pushed them into the front lines. Like a bad move in chess. However, being mad at him rather than at himself for failing to fight off a few wild dogs he could crush with very low effort was definitely easier. It also helped fill the silence – which was Kai’s job and it was unnerving that he did not do it.

Knowing him though, Kai was in the same position – beating himself up over an incredible fail from the mighty ninja. Even his facade was terrible and that was art Kai mastered perfectly to the point it gave even Cole trouble to decipher whether he was being honest or not, so, bad news. Kai was not going to be fun to be around the next day. There was nothing worse in the world than Kai being furious with himself.

Before going to bed, which was at that point the highlight of his day, said ninja stopped by one last time, being unusually timid. There was a strange sense of comfort and discomfort in it.

“How are you feeling?” He was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. Had it not been for his foot absent-mindedly sliding against the floor, he would have seemed relaxed, which Cole guessed was his attempt.

“Stupid because I let myself get beaten up by a bunch of wolves like that,” he admitted. It was always easier with Kai. Somehow they often found themselves in similar predicaments. “Awful because of the shoulder.”

“Does it still hurt?” Despite all the work Kai seemed to put into his composure, Cole still noticed the soft quiver of his voice. When it came to Kai, Cole found himself catching the smallest details he would normally brush over any other day. Now he was left in an awkward position – should he say something or not? How safe was it?

“You know those toothaches that keep you awake and go through all your bones? That’s what it feels like.”

Kai’s eyebrows furrowed together as he bit the inside of his cheek. “I could bring you some painkillers? Maybe one of Wu’s teas?”

Cole shook his head, attempting a small smile. “You know I’m not into that.”

“No, I do, but that doesn’t sound fun.”

“I won’t feel it when I’m asleep.”

“Right.” Kai stared somewhere behind him, probably out of the window. While Cole could not wait to get into bed, he found himself unable to ask Kai to leave. Nothing out of the ordinary. It seemed he had something on his mind, he could only guess whether he would hear some of it. He simply watched him chew on his lip.

“Hey, what do you think Jay meant by the I was trying to help you?” Kai’s question was a sudden ambush, catching him off-guard. His eyes were now staring into Cole’s, somehow reminding him of the wolves’, except more intense and directed.

Dodge and weave. “I guess he just wanted us to avoid having to go through all the scrolls and whatnot.”

“Right, sure…” Kai straightened his pose, knocked thoughtlessly on the wall. “Well… Good night, then.”

“Good night.”

“… Don't let the wolves bite.”

“You're an idiot.”

Kai avoided Cole's shove but grinned at him. “Too soon?”

Cole scoffed. Unbelievable, this guy. “Go to bed, dumbass.”

Kai walked backwards to gift him one last wink before he gets into his room. “Sweet dreams, Rocks.”

“You too…”

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He thought he was dreaming the whole time until the dream tasted too much like vomit and the shivers running down his spine began tingling. Only the gentle, warm touch still carried the comfort of an ethereal reality.

Coming back to his senses was absolutely awful and Cole hated every second of it.

“I've got you, I've got you, baby, don't worry.”

More retching, more splashing of the water in the toilet. Thousands of thick icicles were penetrating his flesh, stabbing his spine but all that got out of him was grunting and panting, as if he screamed out his voice long ago. His muscles ached as if he spent months climbing up mountains. Sudden spasms kept him weak, shaking and clinging onto the bowl. He was either crying or just sweating. First Master, he hoped he was not crying but a good sob would be welcomed. As if something wanted to tear him apart from the inside. He would much rather embarrassingly bawl his eyes out than spew out his guts.

At least the accidental brushes of Kai's fingers against the nape of his neck as he kept the hair out of his face helped him stop concentrating on everything else. Just the taste in his mouth made him want to puke again.

But he let go of the toilet and leaned back into Kai's arms instead. Who needs medication when he has a fire elemental to pat his face with towels and whisper to him?

“You are so much hotter than me.”

“I'm flattered but now's really not the time.” It was surprising he managed to say something, although his voice was too weak to his liking.

“Nice to know where your mind is but no, that’s not what I meant. You're burning up, we'll have to find something to treat the fever.” He tried his best to focus solely on the low voice, sweet like honey, only it just wasn’t enough, his thoughts were too loud and suffocating.

“Please tell me I didn't get rabies,” Cole whined, too beaten down to experience the pure embarrassment. He can enjoy it in the morning once somebody makes the pain go away. Maybe he was actually getting stabbed? It was hard to breathe.

“Relax, it might just be shock from the attack. Are you going to puke more?”

“I don't think so.”

“All right, let's get you outta here.” Kai flushed the toilet and helped Cole walk out, just like back in the forest. Had it been anyone else taking care of him, he would hate being so helpless more. It was somewhat easier to ignore this way.

“How did I even get here?” Everything was pitch black while he could swear his eyes were open.

“Not sure, I found you seconds from ruining the floor in the kitchen. You must've been half awake.”

“And you?”

“Couldn't sleep.” Kai sat Cole down on the couch in the living room. “I'll go get Zane but if anything happens, just yell, okay?” Cole's head spun until everything was a dreamy blur again.

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Sunlight glaring into his face woke Kai up. His world spun and his head ached, pounded along with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. As he blinked his eyes open, it fortunately washed away. No headaches for him today, that was the last thing he needed.

Kai got up and stretched into the air and let out a deep breath as he let his hands fall back to his sides. About to find some clothes to change into, he caught sight of the pile of the remains of his gi from yesterday. He walked over and picked it up only to find it without a scratch. The only thing missing was the sleeve he tore off to help Cole. Otherwise, the gi looked as good as new. As if nothing had happened yesterday. There was no way this was a different pile of clothes, he could still recall where he threw it last night.

Dropping it, Kai quickly took off his shirt and looked over his body to find it clear of any scratches. No pain, nothing, not a single scar or anything suggesting that he got attacked recently. They did have good medication supplies, they did have elemental powers messing with their metabolisms but there was no way they would heal this fast, right?

Without thinking, Kai swore he rushed out of his room in search of the others. Most voices were coming from the dining room. How come they let him sleep in? He was not used to being one of the last ones to get out of bed, not a fan.

“Woah, buddy Cole's not here if that's who you're trying to impress.”

Kai paid zero attention to the comment, turning to everybody else at the table instead. “Where were we yesterday?”

“Don't you remember?” Nya asked back. Based on her concerned frown, she was seconds from leaving everything to see if there was something wrong with him.

“I do but my body doesn't. Didn't we get attacked by a pack of wolves?” In his peripheral vision, Kai noticed Zane’s eyes flashing once again. Catching onto serious stuff faster than the others as usual.

“Yeah?” Jay seemed half-asleep as he squinted at him. Part of Kai wondered if this all could possibly be a dream. Perhaps a fever dream, perhaps he ended up like Cole, passed out and burning with fever.

“So where are my wounds, huh? I'm not injured at all! Explain that.” Now was not the time to panic, yet he could not help himself. Freaky stuff without any explanation was not his cup of tea.

Nya was standing up, mouth opening to say something, except Zane was faster, with a plate of breakfast already being shoved into Kai’s hands, and his mind probably going through all the necessary equipment in the medbay. He instructed him to go fetch Cole, try and eat some of the food, and come for more screenings.

Being too tired for it at the moment, Kai promised himself to get mad about getting tangled into yet another mess later.

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[sanderssidesthehouse]

Name's Ace, He/They. I used to have a blog by the same name but I deleted it a few years ago. Regretting that now. Mostly I miss all my friends I got in this fandom RIP.

I take fic requests, no guarantee how quickly I'll get through them though, so fair warning. (You can send via ask or reply to this post or message me, I do not bite, I prommy.)

Fics below cut (some have been updated with Janus's name, some have not):

Why Do I- Virgil reflects on past and current happenings, mostly his estranged relationship with Janus, a side he had once called a friend. POV Virgil experiencing angst. (Canon-verse) tumblr

Acquired Taste- Rated T. Logan is feeling a bit rejected and dejected, but he finds company in a similarly discouraged side. (Canon-verse)[Can be read as Intrulogical]

You Haunt Me And I Like It (Unfinished)- Rated M. Virgil has had a lot of roommates. The only thing, is they never really knew he was there. That's what happens when you've been stuck in the same apartment as a non corporeal being for nearly one hundred years. Recently two more moved in and one of them is a little more fun to play with, being the biggest skeptic he's ever known, that is, until he's presented with indisputable proof. (Human AU, Ghost AU)[Analogical, Royality, Demus]

Hat- Rated T. "Why do you like that hat so much?" Roman has a question and he's going to get answers. (Canon-verse)

Conceal, Don't Feel- Rated T. Hey, so uh, what if the whole Orange situation got bad? Like… real bad? Logan is struggling. Can he still save everyone? CW vague suicide attempt? (Canon-verse)

Coping- Rated T. "I just want an intruloceit fic where they decide to break out the wine and drunkenly karaoke billie eilish songs together in the dark sides common room, is that so much to ask?" ~ l0rd-0f-the-lies (Canon-verse)[Intruloceit]

Lights Out- Rated T. The power goes out and Logan is afraid of the dark but also Remus to the rescue so it's fine. Contrived situation is contrived. (Canon-verse)[Intrulogical]

It Took Me By Surprise- Rated T. Sometimes people who are sick and hurting (Virgil) hurt others (Logan) on accident, but it being an accident doesn't erase the pain. (Canon-verse, song fic)

Dissociate- Rated T. Logan can't duck out. So he does the next 'best' thing. (Canon-verse)[Intrulogical]

Heather- Rated T. Janus likes Virgil, Virgil likes Roman. (Human AU, High School AU)[Anxceit, Prinxiety]

The Floor Is Lava- Rated G. Remus is chaotic and Logan helps him be chaotic in less destructive ways. (Canon-verse)[Intrulogical]

Philosophically Cute- Rated G. Logan and Janus go clothes shopping. (Human AU) [Loceit]

Pride and Problem Solving- Rated G. Roman uses a nickname that causes Logan to reflect which then leads to a heart to heart. (Canon-verse)[Logince]

Trouble- Rated T. Virgil felt like he was going insane. And why? All because one side in particular wouldn't stop flaunting around in his new look. (Canon-verse, Song fic)[Prinxiety]

Valentine's Day- Rated T. Patton was just about vibrating with excitement for Valentine's Day. They were doing a secret Santa type thing with a theme. The theme was loosely collage. He came up with it all by himself. He made sure everyone was invited so they could be more like a real famILY. (Canon-verse)

The Prince And His Fish (unfinished)- Rated T. Prince Roman is half mermaid and falls hopelessly head over heels for a full mermaid (Logan). Very few in the kingdom know, but this secret may end up saving it. (Human AU, Mermaid AU)[Logince, Moxiety, Sleepceit]

Good Things Fall Apart- Rated T. Virgil self-sabotages and breaks up with Roman. (Human AU, song fic) [Prinxiety]

Obligatory Beach Episode- Rated T. Requested by mermaidgirl928 on instagram: "Maybe do something of the sides at the beach?" (Human AU)

Reunion- Rated T. The gang gets together every year, but this year is the first Remus will be joining them after his time travelling the country. He runs into a problem very quickly, he's alone in a cabin with his high school crush that he's not so over. (Human AU)[Intruality, Loceit, Prinxiety]

1 and 3/2 Men- Rated T. Human Roman moves into his own apartment and ends up meeting his… smaller roommates. Read the tags for warnings! (Human AU, Borrower AU)[Prinxiety, Logicality]

What is Love? (unfinished, dicontinued)- Rated T. Crack fic. (Canon-verse)[Logicality, Prinxiety]

8 Letters- Rated T. An song fic feat Remus and Roman being brothers who care about each other but happened to fall for the same person (Patton). (Human AU, Song fic)[Intruality]

Bonfire- Rated T. A small town high school tradition turns into yet another wild night. (Human AU, High School AU)[Logicality, Demus]

The Monster of Mental Illness- Rated M for suicidal thoughts. Virgil has a tough day but his friends help him out. (Human AU, College AU)

Monsters- Rated T. It was supposed to just be a normal night. A normal party on a normal night. Of course it was Halloween, but still fairly normal. So what changed on a night that should have been as normal as the rest? Well, Roman had pissed off a warlock, go figure. How’d he do that? He wouldn’t say, but knowing him it could have been a wide range of things. That was in the past anyway. Right now they had a serious problem. Said warlock had done them up Kalabar's Revenge style via potion. (Human AU, Magic AU) [Royality]

Trouble Makers (Series)- Rated G. Logan and Remus adopted a little cutie named Virgil. Patton and Dee adopted a little cutie named Roman. Good luck to them. (Human AU) [Intrulogical, Moceit]

Someone You Loved- Rated T. Virgil lashed out and he's not sure if anyone is coming back for him this time. (Canon-verse, song fic)

Happier- Rated T. The 'light' sides don't approve of Remus's and Logan's relationship, and Remus feels guilty. (Canon-verse, song fic) [Intrulogical]

OOC- Rated T. Logan asks Roman to take him to the Imagination for... reasons. (Canon-verse)[Logince]

An Invitation- Rated T. Patton seeks to make up for his mistakes with Deceit and Remus. (Canon-verse)

Liar, Liar, Tears of Fire- Rated M for Remus. Logan has heard it all one too many times and has had enough. That's it, he's moving to be with the people who consistently care about and respect him. (Canon-verse) [Loceit]

Villains- Rated M for violence and gore. Janus and Remus found each other in their rejection by and of society. They now use their powers to get even with corrupt officials, and they have definitely gone too far. (Supervillain AU) [Demus]

Dreams (series)- Rated T. Dee has a traumatic past, but is looking forward to the future. His match on Generic Dating App (Patton) is just the start. (Human AU)

Accidental Slumber Party- Rated G. Prompt based: “In the end no one took the couch.” by creativepromptsforwriting. Platonic with some mild flirting. (Human AU)

[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

Suptober 24 Oct.: Fish

"I'm starting to forget. What it was like," Cas said quietly. Dean opened one eye and squinted at him. "To be an angel," Cas explained.

deancas, s9 au + human cas

"When was the last time you dangled your feet in such water, Cas?" Dean asked.

"Never," Cas said, grimacing.

"Refreshing." Dean grinned at him. "Okay, you have to– The little minnows in there aren't going to bite off your toes, man. Though there's some kinda spa around Cincinnati that uses fish to nibble the dead skin off your feet during pedicures. Get this, the facility's right between an aquarium and a seafood restaurant." Dean watched Cas patting the surface of the water with the soles of his feet like the lake was lava. "All right, you can put your boots back on now."

Cas yanked his feet back up to the edge of the boardwalk. "Thank you." He gave Dean a half-embarrassed look. "I'll wait until they're dry before I put my socks back on."

Thankfully, the 80-degree weather made that more than reasonable. Less reasonable was the goofy gooey feeling Dean experienced in the presence of Cas's bare ankles, like Dean was a vestigial virgin in some kinda ridiculously quaint romance. To avoid examining this feeling further, Dean flopped back on the boardwalk and kicked at the water with his own feet. As he stared up at slowly drifting clouds, a breath of peace washed over him – for about nine seconds, until a flock of Canada geese started honking their way out onto the middle of the lake, splashing and fussing like a bunch of rowdy kids at the pool.

"Velociraptors," he said.

"I think I remember those," Cas said. "Of course we didn't call them that then."

"Sure." 

Dean basked in the last rays of sunlight before the clouds grew too thick, and a few minutes passed in silence save the sounds of nature all around: the geese settling scores, water lapping at the shoreline, a last lone cicada screaming for a mate, crispy leaf-litter being turned to confetti as squirrels dashed through it searching for acorns.

"I'm starting to forget. What it was like," Cas said quietly. Dean opened one eye and squinted at him. "To be an angel," Cas explained.

Cas had tucked up his feet crisscross-applesauce and was gazing out across the water. He didn't seem disturbed, but he also didn't seem ecstatic. 

Dean sat up and pulled his feet up to the boardwalk. "That must be, um. Strange." Cas glanced at him for a second and Dean thought he saw a rueful smile dash across his mouth. "Maybe even a little frightening."

He hoped Cas heard, If you want to talk, I want to listen.

"I read an article a while ago about schools of fish," Cas said. "Scientists think one fish moves, then another moves, then another moves – it looks simultaneous but it's more like a chain reaction, individual movements to create coordination so none of the fish collide." He looked at his hands. "I think the heavenly host was like that for a long time, except when it wasn't." He wiped his eye with his knuckle. "When I wasn't."

"Seems to me," Dean said, using as careful a tone as he could, "that you being your own angel, so to speak? Has usually been a good thing." He waited until Cas looked at him again. "Or at least, I'm awfully glad you've decided to make your own decisions for your own reasons."

"I tried to be God for a while," Cas pointed out. "That went badly."

"Yeah, but whomst amongst us hasn't overreached on the career ambition front." Dean shrugged.

"You haven't." 

"I've been workin' on other things, like my winning personality and ability to gank demons." 

Cas almost cracked a real smile and Dean wanted to gloat about it. 

"It'd be normal, just for the record, if you missed being with your family, you know." Dean scooted just a little closer to Cas.

Cas's expression softened as he looked at Dean. "I know." He started putting on his socks. "I doubt they miss me, though."

"Well, I'd miss you if you weren't around," Dean's mouth said before his brain gave it express permission to. Somehow he kept going by adding, "I have missed you, in fact, when you were upstairs or three steps ahead of me and Benny in purgatory or even when you've had bigger fish to fry here on earth. No pun intended."

Boy, that October sun was something else, making his face all pink.

…Oh. Still cloudy.

In the milder light, Cas's eyes were as blue as the lake, but much warmer. Dean knew he was supposed to look away; choosing to look at Cas's mouth instead was a mistake. He edged closer. And closer.

"Guys, the ranger's meeting us on the other side of the park in twenty," Sam called out from the narrow parking lot at the top of the boardwalk. "Put your shoes on and let's go."

"I am going to murder him," Dean muttered under this breath, to which Cas replied, "Hmm?"

"Nothing." Dean yelled back to Sam, "All right, keep your shirt on."

He hauled himself to his newly rebooted feet and slapped a smattering of sand off of his butt. Cas took the lead going up the boardwalk. After a few seconds he glanced back and slowed down. He and Dean reached the parking lot at the same time. Sam was already in the passenger's seat, talking on his phone again and scribbling notes on a torn pizza box lid.

"We should come back and go fishing sometime," Cas said. "If you wanted to." His gaze dipped to Dean's mouth briefly.

"I want to," Dean said; maybe it was an answer to two things, really. 

They smiled small and private smiles at each other, and got in the car.

[jack-kellys]

for the fic title thing !!!!

“there are worse ways to stay alive” ORRRR

“my engine works perfect on empty (i guess i’ll drive)”

- @we-are-inevitable ✨

so im doing both bc why the fuck not

send me a fic title and i'll think up a fic!

GENUINELY my first thought for the first one is a santa clarita diet au LMAO?? i've never seen it though so technically im still original. but like jack and crutchie are roommates. jack either eats something that gets him sick or something insane like an nyc rat bites his ankle bc this is a comedy. jack starts acting... weirder, and crutchie picks up on it pretty fast bc they are 🤝. it's almost like jack has this concussive brain fog and it takes him a while to form sentences, he's talking a lot less, eating less, much more irritable. kinda of like crutchie is dealing with a moody, hungry teenager. but the night after when c's smoking on the first escape (medicinal....not medicinal... c’est la vie) jack comes out to join him and like.

"you ever get these weird, like. cravings for stuff you can't eat?"

"god yeah, i used to want to eat lava and playdough and shit like that all the–"

"like yeah, that stuff too but like...when you bite your hand and you keep biting it, you know, 'cause it's kind of squishy and like. food?"

"did. you... you did hit the joint i left out, right?"

"nah, i was just thinking, i guess.. or i've been thinking."

"fuck."

so it's Charlie's Terrible Horrible No-Good Very Bad time of trying to hide the fact that his best friend is now half-zombie, and especially how not to tell david jacobs, jack's boyfriend and c's longtime friend. i usually make charlie into the enigma but i think jack should be it, for fun. also i think it'd be funny if it took crutchie kinda longer to realize that what's wrong with jack is zombification specifically because honestly... jack is just like that LMAO??? he hates waking up in the morning, he's tired a lot, he has weird eating habits, makes weird noises, not a lot of perception on if he's being loud or not, zones out a lot. jack's basically halfway there already tbh. but he'd stopped creating, which is what initially tips c off.

the shenanigans of hiding it and then needing to find a cure before it's too late is just fun asf. also jack gets to literally lose his mind. haha. ha. ha. :)

now the SECOND title. lmao

~davey is pushing himself to hard againnn yeahhhhh!!!~

college au, davey has an exam coming up that he's going crazy about. hours on hours of studying, isolation, stressing, not eating as much...jack is really worried. he asks his friends what to do- some say to leave him be to get through it, some say to talk to him, and then albert dasilva says "why don't you just..kidnap him."

"what?"

"yeah, so he doesn't have access to any of his textbooks or notes or laptop, you just toss him in the car and drive."

"what is wrong with you," charlie says, but jack is nodding.

"no wait. say more rn."

so during the late night before the day before the test, it's like 3am when davey finally falls asleep at his desk, and then like. the cueing text is sent in the group chat from jack and all the besties scurry into action.

jack lifts davey into his arms, and their dorm door is opened for them silently by albert. race right next to him surgically places a sleepmask onto daveys face so the hall light doesnt wake him. romeo's holding the elevator open. mush and blink are holding the downstairs doors open. specs and crutchie drove daveys car (having stolen the keys earlier in the day of course) over, open the passenger door for davey, lower the seat, set a blanket over him, carefully close the door, and wish jack luck.

davey wakes up two hours of driving later to signs saying they're in south jersey of all fucking places. it's now the day before his test. and davey is livid.

"you kidnapped me."

"technically it was albert's idea"

"i don't see albert driving my damn car. turn around, jack, it's really not the time to be fucking funny right now."

"i'm a little insulted at you not thinking i know you well enough to do this. if i really thought you'd hate me for this, if i really thought it would- destroy your grade, or your college career, do you really think i'd be doing it?"

"maybe."

"no, sweetheart, jeez. you've studied for the past fifteen days- if you just relax, you'll make the grade, and there's no way you would've let yourself do that back on campus. so, i kidnapped you."

they spend the day together fucking around at the atlantic city boardwalk and dipping their feet into the ocean and watching the sunset before driving back. david gets a 90% on his test and maybe he wanted a 92% but he wouldn't trade grades for the world if it meant not getting kidnapped by his boyfriend and their friends. :)

[jeonginshaelmoni]

BEST BROTHER SERIES - Lord of the Rings AU

MASTERLIST

Lord of the Kims

SKZ, BTS, tXT X sister reader

Lotlr AU

Warnings : spoilers for lord of the rings trilogy, hurt, comfort

"Go away!" Y/N yelled at the Tae's, Jimin and Jungkook. "I'm going alone!"

"Then we're coming with you!" Taehyun cried. Jungkook jumped into Y/N's boat, while Jimin, Taehyun and Taehyung had another.

"Oppa." Y/N fling herself onto Jungkook and tears poured down her cheeks. "Oppa, I'm scared."

"Don't worry." Jungkook said. "We'll be there with you the whole way."

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"Where did they go?!" Jin yelled. He was desperately searching for seven if his siblings, two having been taken by Orcs.

"They can't have gotten far." Namjoon reasoned. "Me, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Chan and Kai will look for Soobin and Changbin."

"The rest will look for Y/N, the two Tae's, Jimin and Jungkook. I'm sure they went together." Hoseok said. Minho nodded.

"There!" Jisung yelled, spotting two canoes making their way down the river. His face fell. "They wouldn't want us to look for them. Y/N may not even have wanted them to go with her."

"You're right." Jeongin said dejectedly. "Hyung, let's just go with Joonie Hyung and his group."

Jin nodded in defeat and the remaining siblings trooped to Namjoon's group.

"Joon, she wouldn't want us to look for her. And Bang PD said they would be safe." Everyone tensed at the mention of their beloved Wizard, Bang Si Hyuk.

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"What's that noise?" Y/N stopped her older brothers. A rustling in the tree. Then a fierce creature attacked them. "Ahhh!"

"Nasty little humanses, stealing Gollum's precious!" The creature, now identified as Gollum, snarled and lunged for the ring. Y/N's eyes widened and she scrambled aeay, but Gollum got hold of her. Then a rope went around his neck. Jungkook stood there, with the rope in his hand.

"PSY gave it to me." He explained, referring to the elf king and his wife, Jisoo. (I'm not shipping, their age gap is way too big.)

"It burns!" Gollum wailed. "It burns us!"

"If we loosen it, do you promise to obey us?" Y/N asked. Gollum nodded pitifully.

"We swears to be loyal to mistress. We swears on..." He paused. "We swears on the precious!"

"Jungkook, untie him." Y/N said. Reluctantly, Jungkook untied Gollum. He jumped in front.

"This way, humans, this way!" He galloped across the threshold and they followed warily, reaching a marsh.

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"Jungkook, I don't trust him anymore." Y/N whimpered. "I just want to ditch him!"

"Me too." Jungkook said. Behind them, they heard the others murmuring in agreement, as they watched Gollum go ahead. "If we want to, we can kill him."

"No!" Y/N whispered. "We aren't direct murderers, we only kill if necessary."

"Guys." Taehyung called. "Look ahead."

Their mouths fell open. In front of them was a great mountain. Mordor.

"It's here." Y/N gasped. "We've arrived."

Then she let out a pained groan, clutching the ring on her chest.

"Are you okay?" Taehyun asked worriedly.

"I'm fine." Y/N gasped,her hands still holding the ring.

"Drop it in!" Jungkook yelled. "Do it now!"

Y/N held the ring above the lava, ready to drop it.

"Do it!" Jimin and Taehyung cried together. She turned around.

"No." She said. "It's MINE."

"Y/N come on!" Taehyun cried. "This isn't you!"

"Give me the precious?" Gollum surprised them, and Y/N put on the ring. But Gollum saw her footsteps and he tried to bite off her finger. He failed, but he got the ring. Y/N reappeared, and lunged Gollum. They both tumbled down the cliff. Y/N's brothers were stuck in a silent scream. Then Jimin ran to the edge, to see Y/N just hanging on.

"Help me!" He roared at his brothers, who immediately rushed to help him pull Y/N up. They somehow managed, and she now lay on a rock with them.

"I'm glad you guys are here with me." Y/N murmured faintly. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

"Don't mention it." Taehyung said.

"At least we die together." Taehyun said. "Siblings forever."

"Separated Never." The others echoed, putting their hands over Y/N's for the sibling chant.

They slowly blacked out, feeling tiredness overtake them.

"She's waking!" A voice said excitedly. "Can you hear me, Y/N Kim?"

"J-Jin Oppa?" Y/N squinted at her eldest brothers face. He grinned down at her.

"How're you feeling?"

"My head hurts, Oppa."

"Here." He produced a bottle of Advil from his backpack. (A/N this is a modern lotr au)

"Thanks." Y/N popped spill into her mouth and grabbed the water on the nightstand. "When-when did I get here?"

"Last night." Bang PD said.

"U-Uncle Bang?" Y/N gasped, and he nodded. Then two figures dove onto her bed. "Hannie Oppa? Innie Oppa?"

"Guess who waited for you all night?" Bang PD asked. Y/N looked questioningly at him and Jungkook ran to her bed.

"You're up! I was so worried! I couldn't sleep!"

"Did you stay with me all night?" Y/N asked.

"Well duh." Jungkook said. "Listen, you're never going to go thorugh that again."

"Never again." Y/N smiled. She knew her brothers would be there for her through thick and thin. She was ready to go back to Daegu

[nyaskitten]

New AU time. During the penultimate episode of Hunted the Iron Baron quickly steals a dragon and flies away before he can be encased in molten lava. This results to him being transported to Ninjago, specifically the Ivory City of Shintaro.

He meets King Vangelis after some guards watch him fall from the sky and survive. Vangelis, being none the wiser about the Iron Baron, assumes him to be from Shintaro, and thus allows him to stay. Meanwhile, the Iron Baron thinks these people are all rogue Dragon Hunters, and doesn't realize he teleported, nor that he's in a different realm.

Eventually, the Iron Baron sticks his nose where it doesn't belong and discovers the mines, realizing they're filled with the same shit he used to trap dragons. Now, he's even more convinced abt everyone being ex-Hunters and he confronts Vangelis.

He tells him about the mines but before anything can happen, the Iron Baron tells him he also knows it's him running the whole thing, and tells him not to harm him or anything, because he's an expert at being a shitty and cruel boss/leader, so he could help increase the mining work.

Vangelis agrees and in order to lower any suspicions when they constantly speak above ground, he promotes the Iron Baron to a higher ranking position that requires them together almost all the time.

Also, the Oni arrive, which is just the perfect form of karma to bite this fucker in the ass.

But anyways, this all culminates into one big "what the fUCK!?" moment when the ninja arrive to Shintaro with Wu, and they see the Iron Baron, adorned in fancy new robes, standing next to Vangelis with a set of wings.

Nya and Lloyd are out of the loop, but the og4 and Wu are just about ready to fucking murder this guy with their bare hands. Vangelis stops any potential fights by explaining the situation about how his guards watched this poor "Shintarin man" fall from the sky (as Vangelis STILL doesn't know he's from another realm, and vice versa) and helped restore him enough.

Anyways blah blah, no one trusts the Iron Baron and EVERYONE suspects him to be the Skull Sorcerer, until eventually they meet ANOTHER SS and it turns out the second one is Iron Baron, who got deputized as SS no. 2 and he wields, like, the Collarbone of Hazza D'ur or whatever.

This is funny to me specifically. OH also this'd lead to the Iron Baron ALSO joining the Crystal Council just for the shits and giggles.

[imafivestarkpopstan]

Lord of the Kims

SKZ, BTS, tXT X sister reader

Lotlr AU

Warnings : spoilers for lord of the rings trilogy, hurt, comfort

"Go away!" Y/N yelled at the Tae's, Jimin and Jungkook. "I'm going alone!"

"Then we're coming with you!" Taehyun cried. Jungkook jumped into Y/N's boat, while Jimin, Taehyun and Taehyung had another.

"Oppa." Y/N fling herself onto Jungkook and tears poured down her cheeks. "Oppa, I'm scared."

"Don't worry." Jungkook said. "We'll be there with you the whole way."

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"Where did they go?!" Jin yelled. He was desperately searching for seven if his siblings, two having been taken by Orcs.

"They can't have gotten far." Namjoon reasoned. "Me, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Chan and Kai will look for Soobin and Changbin."

"The rest will look for Y/N, the two Tae's, Jimin and Jungkook. I'm sure they went together." Hoseok said. Minho nodded.

"There!" Jisung yelled, spotting two canoes making their way down the river. His face fell. "They wouldn't want us to look for them. Y/N may not even have wanted them to go with her."

"You're right." Jeongin said dejectedly. "Hyung, let's just go with Joonie Hyung and his group."

Jin nodded in defeat and the remaining siblings trooped to Namjoon's group.

"Joon, she wouldn't want us to look for her. And Bang PD said they would be safe." Everyone tensed at the mention of their beloved Wizard, Bang Si Hyuk.

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"What's that noise?" Y/N stopped her older brothers. A rustling in the tree. Then a fierce creature attacked them. "Ahhh!"

"Nasty little humanses, stealing Gollum's precious!" The creature, now identified as Gollum, snarled and lunged for the ring. Y/N's eyes widened and she scrambled aeay, but Gollum got hold of her. Then a rope went around his neck. Jungkook stood there, with the rope in his hand.

"PSY gave it to me." He explained, referring to the elf king and his wife, Jisoo. (I'm not shipping, their age gap is way too big.)

"It burns!" Gollum wailed. "It burns us!"

"If we loosen it, do you promise to obey us?" Y/N asked. Gollum nodded pitifully.

"We swears to be loyal to mistress. We swears on..." He paused. "We swears on the precious!"

"Jungkook, untie him." Y/N said. Reluctantly, Jungkook untied Gollum. He jumped in front.

"This way, humans, this way!" He galloped across the threshold and they followed warily, reaching a marsh.

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"Jungkook, I don't trust him anymore." Y/N whimpered. "I just want to ditch him!"

"Me too." Jungkook said. Behind them, they heard the others murmuring in agreement, as they watched Gollum go ahead. "If we want to, we can kill him."

"No!" Y/N whispered. "We aren't direct murderers, we only kill if necessary."

"Guys." Taehyung called. "Look ahead."

Their mouths fell open. In front of them was a great mountain. Mordor.

"It's here." Y/N gasped. "We've arrived."

Then she let out a pained groan, clutching the ring on her chest.

"Are you okay?" Taehyun asked worriedly.

"I'm fine." Y/N gasped,her hands still holding the ring.

"Drop it in!" Jungkook yelled. "Do it now!"

Y/N held the ring above the lava, ready to drop it.

"Do it!" Jimin and Taehyung cried together. She turned around.

"No." She said. "It's MINE."

"Y/N come on!" Taehyun cried. "This isn't you!"

"Give me the precious?" Gollum surprised them, and Y/N put on the ring. But Gollum saw her footsteps and he tried to bite off her finger. He failed, but he got the ring. Y/N reappeared, and lunged Gollum. They both tumbled down the cliff. Y/N's brothers were stuck in a silent scream. Then Jimin ran to the edge, to see Y/N just hanging on.

"Help me!" He roared at his brothers, who immediately rushed to help him pull Y/N up. They somehow managed, and she now lay on a rock with them.

"I'm glad you guys are here with me." Y/N murmured faintly. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

"Don't mention it." Taehyung said.

"At least we die together." Taehyun said. "Siblings forever."

"Separated Never." The others echoed, putting their hands over Y/N's for the sibling chant.

They slowly blacked out, feeling tiredness overtake them.

"She's waking!" A voice said excitedly. "Can you hear me, Y/N Kim?"

"J-Jin Oppa?" Y/N squinted at her eldest brothers face. He grinned down at her.

"How're you feeling?"

"My head hurts, Oppa."

"Here." He produced a bottle of Advil from his backpack. (A/N this is a modern lotr au)

"Thanks." Y/N popped spill into her mouth and grabbed the water on the nightstand. "When-when did I get here?"

"Last night." Bang PD said.

"U-Uncle Bang?" Y/N gasped, and he nodded. Then two figures dove onto her bed. "Hannie Oppa? Innie Oppa?"

"Guess who waited for you all night?" Bang PD asked. Y/N looked questioningly at him and Jungkook ran to her bed.

"You're up! I was so worried! I couldn't sleep!"

"Did you stay with me all night?" Y/N asked.

"Well duh." Jungkook said. "Listen, you're never going to go thorugh that again."

"Never again." Y/N smiled. She knew her brothers would be there for her through thick and thin. She was ready to go back to Daegu.