#heh that last one messed yall up huh

[morgana-ren]

i love angst, and i love your writing, but please, PLEASE, i beg you, could you write some hope of tav ever returning now that the imbecile, has realised the error of his ways 🥺😭 (either way, thank you so much, for all your astarion writtings, it has made me feel things, the angst is real and my masochistic heart loves it🥲)

First part of the story HERE

Common complaint I got on that one! So I fixed it just for y'all. This ending is much less sad and much more sappy, so here is the comfort you need after all that angst!

"Darling, will you smile for me? Just once more. Please--"

He feels her cheeks in his palms, the soft skin against his battle-hardened callouses. Desperation cradles his unbeating heart, and for a moment, the emotion is far too much. A searing flame after centuries of frost. A bonfire in a blizzard. It hurts-- it burns--

"My love, I just need you to--"

"Anything my lord, anything at all for you. Simply command me and I will do anything you ask."

"No, I can't-- I-- I won't do it. I won't. I won't!"

"My lord?"

Her head cocks, turning slowly to look upon him, but her eyes-- they are empty; beetle-black and hollow. Her smile is uncanny as a painted doll, her movements disjointed and inhuman. Her teeth are stained crimson with blood, dripping, dripping, ever dripping down, never swallowed, only pooling.

She is light as a feather as she slips away from him, her skin marbling into a sickly gray before ash spreads across her body as a disease, smearing her form into nothingness. Only her face is left untouched, pretty as porcelain, unflinching and unfalling save a small crack that splinters down from her forehead down to her eyes, revealing inky black abyss beneath.

"My lord-- Oh, my tender, vicious lord. I can feel your anguish-- your hunger. Devour me to be whole once more--"

Her blood smells of rot and she--

She is too far gone to save. Too far gone to ever be saved.

"I won't!"

Whirlwind. Pain. Confusion and dread and seeping anguish. A maelstrom of rage and all-consuming despair swelling from within his soul—

—his soul?

The world around him falls away, a wicked tornado thrashing him about, his mind howling in the eternal winds--

And suddenly he is in a chair.

Not a throne. A chair— and a rather uncomfortable one at that.

"What in the hells—"

His vision spins, nausea curling his gut into a wicked tide of sickness barely restrained by his teeth. He tastes stale blood crawling up his throat, threatening to overturn onto the faded rug beneath him.

"Did you see what you wished for, little spawn?"

The voice takes him by surprise. It is not hers, but another, less familiar voice. The wailing animal in his head retreats to a dull roar as his memory creeps back. A brightly colored tent assaults his vision, piecemeal rugs and odd, foreign trinkets abound on makeshift shelves, and before him sits a strange old woman, hood pulled heavy over her straggling gray hair.

"I-- What was that?"

He sees her cracked, aging lips upturn, gnarled hands placed protectively over a strange orb on the table touching his knees. "I have shown you your future, vampling. Was it to your liking?" Panic rises within his stomach again, and though he does not breathe, he clutches his chest. The smell of incense clogs his nostrils and again, the wave of sick threatens to spill forth. Wretched taste of metallic, aged blood sits heavy on his tongue, all sensation too much-- all of it too much.

"No-- No, that cannot be it!"

"This is your path, Pale Elf. The road you walk. The power you seek is well within your grasp, but as I told you before, it will cost you everything."

He vehemently shakes his head, denying it. Denying it before her and all the Gods.

"You told me upon entry that no price was too great for your reward. Do you still agree with this sentiment?"

"No! Not-- not her. Not her. Not that! I couldn't--"

"You can and you shall, sure as the moon follows the sun. You will have everything you ever wanted, but cost of this ritual is plain before you. You cared not for the many souls left to your mercy that are crushed beneath your tyrannical fist in your ascension, but what of the sole one that resides in your heart?"

Her. The light of his life. The air he breathes. The sun on his frigid flesh, the warmth that melts his icy heart.

"No," He hisses, trying to stand, but ultimately unable to muster the strength. "I won't! There-- There must be another way. Show me!"

"There is no other way," She says, solemnly. "It is inevitable."

He swallows down the information like a boulder lodged in his gullet. Her words echo endlessly in his mind, bouncing off the walls and lodging shards of ice directly in his soul.

"What if I-- What if I don't ascend? Tell me, what if I don't?"

She smiles again, teeth flashing through her thin lips. "That is another path, little elf." "I need to know. I-- I need certainty. I won't do this to her, but I--" He pauses, grappling with everything in his mind, desperately flitting about to absorb it all. "If I am going to forgo this, I need to be certain. I need to know that I can protect her, that she will be safe--"

But the woman simply shakes her head.

"Everyone must choose. For some, the path is dark, but for you, you see more than most will ever have the comfort of knowing. I can offer you nothing more. Should you initiate the Rite, you know this will come to pass. I can tell you nothing more if you choose to not. The future is yet unwritten, and the quill resides in your hands." "Then why can I not have both!" He slams a fist on the table, clawing at the soft wood. For the first time in ages, tears prick at his pale lashes and frustration wells a knot in his throat. "Why--" "Because one path is wholly your own, while the other is a tangled web, such is the nature of deals with the Hells. You will get everything you ever wanted and lose everything that made it worth having."

His head slumps, defeated and miserable. Silvery tears slide down the curves of his cheeks, even as he attempts to bite them back. He thought he would find comfort in knowing the future, but all it has given him is utter horror.

"Despair not," She continues. "Yes, you will wither under the sun, an eternally cursed dweller of the night, but all is not lost, is it? The one you love, will she stray from your side?" "I wanted her to have better than that," He sniffles, needling his lip with a fang. "I cannot brave the sun, but her-- She deserves better than that-- better than me."

"And what of what she feels?"

His brows furrow, and he peers up at the woman from tear-beaded lashes.

"You are a night walker; it is in your nature to be selfish. But love is not selfish, little vampling. You must fight your nature, your inherent self-loathing, or your love will always find the fire. What of what she desires?"

"She loves me," He says with absolute certainty. "And I--" "Do you love her?"

"Yes," He hisses, almost insulted that she would ask. "More than anything. I'm here, aren't I?"

"Then the rest matters naught. If you love her, you will allow her the agency to choose-- something you deny her as an ascendent. You must grow past your own follies. To love is to be vulnerable, and you must allow both yourself and her this freedom."

They are hard words to swallow, and yet, he feels the truth resound in them. She would not leave his side, even as he tried to force her to understand. Even as an instrument of his manipulation and schemes came to light, she stood steadfast with him, hand entwined in his, ready to face the fire together.

"I-- I need to know she will be safe."

Again, the woman shakes her head. "You cannot. You must fight fate if you wish to overturn it. You face dire odds, though throwing the dice in your favor now will doom you later should this outcome be the confirmation of your fears."

He sighs, face crinkling as he sniffs once more, summoning the willpower to swallow down the agony of his choice. He finds the strength in his legs to push himself upward from the chair, weak and shaking as a newborn fawn as he does so. "I will do whatever I need to. Anything."

"Then you may yet see this through."

He can hear the fanfare of the circus outside, the bawdy bards strumming away on their lutes and banging on drums, the elated screams of the children and their parents. Facing the light now seems impossible, but he must find his way home to her-- he has to be with her now now now--

"The coin first, boy."

He snaps out of his delirium only long enough to fish his hands into one of his pockets, bringing out a coin. Aged and neglected, the sinister engraving of a skull peers up at him from his palm, ruby eyes gleaming in the light as he tosses it into the woman's knobbily-jointed hands.

"Best of luck to you, night-child," She tucks it away. "We may yet meet again." "No offense, but I hope not."

"Me too, Little Star."

He pays little mind to the bustling streets and bursting taverns of Baldur's Gate, his feet carrying him back to camp as swiftly as his body will allow. It takes him until sundown even as he damn near jobs, ripping through the tree line and into the ruins with the intensity of a man starved.

"Astarion!" Karlach greets him, trying to wave him over. "I've got a bet with Gale about--" "Where is she?" Astarion immediately cuts her off, looking around frantically.

"Who?" Karlach raises a brow.

"Who else?" Wyll crosses his arms, looking intrigued at Astarion's intensity.

"Oh! In her tent, I think. Why? Gotcha a special something' in town for her, eh?" Karlach tries to rib at him, but he pushes past her without a second glance.

"Bet it's a fancy new dress he needs to tear off of her immediately," Karlach rolls her eyes before returning to her business.

He bursts into her tent to find her hunched over a book, tongue poking from between her teeth, as she scans over the page. This only lasts a few seconds before he scrambles onto the bed, squeezing her as tightly as he can manage, burying his nose into her hair, tears brimming in his eyes once more.

"Woah, hey!" She laughs, carefully setting her book aside, trying to discern what in the hells he is mumbling endlessly into her neck.

Need you-- need you-- love you-- can't lose you-- don't ever--

She hushes him, realizing something has gone terribly, terribly wrong, kissing his head and tugging him close. "Hey, what's wrong?"

She tries to cup his cheeks and bring his face up but he adamantly refuses, hard-swallowing the urge to bawl into her shoulder with every ounce of willpower he has. All he can manage is to cling to her, half sobbing, visions of that terrible future swimming in his head. He cannot let it come to pass, he will not--

And she holds him, cradling him in her arms, hushing him gently. Her face creases with worry, running her hands through his silvery hair as he pulls him into her lap.

"Little Star, what's wrong? You seem so upset. What can I do to make you happy, my love?"

"Is it done?" Ulma leans down as she enters the tent, carefully dodging the intricate tassels of the blanket strewn over the entryway.

"It is," The strange old woman replies, still rubbing the coin with her worn thumb.

"And?"

"I showed him nothing but truth," She says quietly. "I did not manipulate his vision. Only channeled it."

"That tells me nothing. I need to know if our children are safe."

"I cannot tell you this, Ulma. You know of the ways of our tribe; our relationship with these magics." Ulma's lips purse, her exasperation evident in her humorless expression. "I need to know--"

"His reaction was genuine. That was not my doing. He knows the price of power. I cannot tell you if he will pay it regardless," The old woman's head lifts, a slight mischievous smile playing on her lips. "But I can tell you what I think."

"And what do you think?"

"I have seen his soul-- the heart of it. I believe you will see our children yet. He will spare our heart to spare his own in kind. It beats in that woman," Her eyes twinkle in the low candlelight, a genuine smile widening across her cheeks. "I believe he can find redemption yet."

#morgana and friends #astarion #astarion spoilers #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #heh that last one messed yall up huh #heres a fix for it #SUPER sappy FYI #SO ENJOY! #I don't usually write sap (or angst) so I am bad at this #sorry its bad fellas #I GENUINELY could not think of a way for him to fix him becoming her cazador so uh #have a retconn #call this a fast fixer upper lmao

[astrozones]

Gay Eyes - Prinxiety

@idkwhyimhere0o0 , @slitherynchiken bc yall wanted to see this uwu

Original Post here!

Summary: "Gay eyes" was a stupid concept. Virgil could hardly believe his ears when Roman suggested it earlier that day- when they were trying to pursue Nico. And of course, it didn't work. Because it was stupid. Idiotic. So why couldn't he stop thinking about it- or the boy who had suggested it?

Discord: Astro’s Zone

Ship: Prinxiety

Read on AO3

Spoiler warning for Flirting With Social Anxiety!! 

Gay eyes, right?

 That’s what he called them?

 It was stupid. A stupid name, a stupid concept, a stupid- ugh, everything!

 So why couldn’t he stop thinking about it-!

 Virgil groaned, turning himself around so he could shove his face onto the pillow. Ughhhhhhhh. 

 Maybe it was because Roman looked so damn pretty doing it and- nope! Not going down that train of thought. At least, not for the fifth time tonight.

 ‘Gay eyes’. Ugh. Something about that was familiar. Did someone do them to Thomas? No, no, he would’ve heard Roman prattling on about it in a lovestruck monologue if someone did. That much was certain.

 Ah- maybe- well, Thomas had to have done it sometime, right? He seemed so familiar with the concept. That must be why he was understood it. It was the only logical reason, at least. Heh, maybe Logan would be proud of him for coming up with an understandable conclusion.

 But- that wasn’t it, was it? Something in his nonexistent heart told him so. And while he made a point to not listen to his heart- it could get them in so many dangerous situations, after all- he spent a few more minutes thinking about it. Just in case.

 He couldn’t think of anything else though. No matter how many paths he went through, nothing made sense, except for if another Side had done them while he was watching or something and-!

 Oh.

 Oh.

 God, he remembered it- about 3 weeks ago, Roman was acting weird. And not his normal type of fantastical-focused weirdness either. He hadn’t thought much of it- that was a lie, he spent too much time thinking about it- but Roman kept looking over at Virgil, both of them sitting at opposite ends of the couch.

 When Virgil finally chanced looking over and meeting his eyes, Roman simply raised an eyebrow at him. A second later, he switched his expression to an innocent one, looking away, and back, where he lifted his eyebrow again with a smirk.

 What the fuck, he had thought. Huh? Ugh- whatever. Ro’ was just messing around. Virgil let out a scoff, lightly pushing Roman with a small laugh as he stood up and walked to the kitchen- Patton was starting to look longingly at the stove again, and Virgil decided he would supervise. They didn’t want a repeat of last time.

 Looking back on it, though… Was Roman… flirting with him? With Virgil? None of the others had been in the room, except for Patton, who was on the opposite side. So it must have been Virgil.

 But- why?

 Why Virgil? Was he pranking him? No, Roman wouldn’t do that, he was too serious about romance.

 That meant… that he was serious. That he was trying to flirt… with Virgil.

 The chances of Roman pranking him seemed far higher than the chances of Roman actually liking Virgil back, but- well, all the signs said he was genuine.

 Wait.

 Oh God.

 If he was flirting with him, that means- that means that Virgil just brushed off his flirting without a second thought. That he- did he accidentally reject Roman? Shit, shit, shitshitshit- FUCK! He must hate Virgil now and his chances were ruined and he’d be single forever and-

 Breathe. He- he had to breathe.

 In, out.

 Okay. Okay, he just had to think about it logically. Logically, Roman’s feelings for him wouldn’t go away just because Virgil rejected him (he rejected him! FUCK! FUCK!). Logically, he still had a chance.

 But what if he didn’t- what if Roman already convinced himself out of it, or what if he realized he wasn’t that interested after all and now he’s grateful I didn’t understand, or what if he- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

 Okay- okay- he just… he had to make a plan to tell Roman. Easy. Yeah, that was a good idea.

 --

 This was a horrible idea. By far the worst of his ideas. Why was he doing this idea?!?

 Well, he supposed, this is why I’m not Creativity.

 He sat down on the couch, opposite of Roman. Step one, done.

 Roman glanced up at him, flashing a radiant smile before turning back to his book- something fantasy related, most likely. Fuck I’m gay.

 Could anyone blame him, though? Roman was just so pretty! Kind, too, he just wanted the best for everyone. He had a pretty straightforward set of right and wrong, but he was learning, and trying his best to make things right. Fuck, he was so passionate too. Virgil could sit there listening for hours as he ranted on about all his new ideas. He wanted to do that, he wanted to be there for Roman, to trust him enough to share thoughts he wasn’t entirely comfortable with.

 Oh shit, he had been staring at him for too long. Roman was looking at him with concern and curiosity. Enact step two, enact step two!

 Quickly, before he had a chance to feel scared about it- he let an eyebrow rise up, silently staring at Roman with a smile. He let the expression fall, looking away, then looking back, before switching back with a smirk.

 Fuck, Roman just looked confused. What were the steps again? What did he miss?!? I knew this was a bad idea-

 Roman softly gasped. Virgil’s gaze shot to him as a brilliantly bright blush adorned Roman’s face.

 Good reaction?

 “Was that- did you-?” Roman giggled, quickly covering his head with his hands.

 This is good-? No! No, this is bad! A bad reaction! You fucked up Virgil, ABORT, ABORT-

 “Roman, Virgil! It’s time to eat breakfast!” Patton called from the dining room. Shit. Now he couldn’t run away.

 --

 Roman kept trying to catch his gaze while they were eating. He saw it in the corner of his eye. But Virgil’s gaze stayed diligently on his food, eating quickly so he could run get away faster.

 “I’m going to my room- BYE!” he rushed out, disposing of the dishes before sprinting back to his room. He didn’t want to see the pitying glance Roman sent him.

 He face-planted straight onto his bed. He felt like crying, and he desperately fought back the tears that would tell everyone just what he was feeling.

 Fuck, why couldn’t he have just kept his mouth shut. Or, rather, repressed his feelings and lived with the fact that Roman would never like him back? Of course Roman wouldn’t feel the same- why would he? When Virgil was so much worse than him? 

 Fuck.

 He froze as a knock sounded at the door.

 Fucking shit- this was Roman coming to officially reject him, wasn’t it. Shit, not right now! Not when he was still processing it! He was gonna burst into tears!

 Biting his lip, he slowly made his way over to the door, opening it ever so cautiously.

 There stood Roman, bouncing on his heels with a grin. Virgil frowned, why is he so ecstatic about rejecting me? I thought he considered me a friend now…

 Roman opened his mouth to speak. Deny it! Deny it!

 “It was a joke.” Virgil blurted out. Roman’s stopped in place, staring at him.

 “What?” 

 “I didn’t mean it. Me doing the whole ‘gay eyes’ thing? It was a joke.” he murmured, fiddling with his sleeves. Roman made a strained noise.

 “I- um- I see. That, uh, that makes sense. Thanks for clarifying, Virgil. If you’ll excuse me, I really must be going now. Ideas to explore, and all. Toodle-oo!”

 And with that, Roman left.

 --

 “Of course it was too good to be true,” Roman moaned, falling back onto his thousands of pillows strewn over the floor. His body shook as he tried to hold back sobs.

 He had been trying to show hints to Virgil for ages, y’know. Roman was brave, but not brave enough to say it outright. He’d hoped- well, he’d hoped that after he showed a few hints, maybe, just maybe, Virgil would show some signs back. Just enough that Roman could be sure that his feelings were returned. 

 And he thought… that this was it. That Virgil’s sudden understanding of ‘gay eyes’ was the sign that he was looking for! 

 He always knew his endless optimism would come to bite him some day.

 “FUCK!” he shouted to no one. Thankfully he had soundproofed his room ages ago, after enough noise complaints from Logan about his singing. He wiped his tears away, scoffing as new ones just took their place.

 He should have known Virgil was too perfect for him.

 With his endearingly sarcastic attitude, his wonderfully precious giggles, and of course his smile- it was a wonder he hadn’t fallen for him sooner.

 He silently cursed his past self. Why couldn’t he have just let it go and accepted him into the group? Maybe this wouldn’t have happened in the first place- maybe Virgil would be able to like him romantically. 

 God, what he would give to be able to cuddle with Virgil… to hug him, to hold hands, maybe even kiss him…

 But he couldn’t.

 Because Virgil had rejected him.

 --

 Dumbass, Virgil’s brain told him. He huffed. What, he asked, am I not suffering enough already?

 His mind didn’t respond. Virgil groaned. This usually meant that he had to actually figure something out instead of just wallowing in his sorrow.

 Rude.

 He rubbed at his eyes, debating whether he should actually follow directions and think over things.

 Nah, he decided, switching onto his side as he elected to just sleep and forget about today.

 He likes you back!

 Psh, yeah right. The only way Roman could like him back is if he had been coming over to confirm his feelings or some shit. That was impossible.

 …

 Wait, he thought, sitting up. Wait. Maybe I am a dumbass.

 Because the more he thought about it, the more it became apparent that it actually wasn’t impossible. In fact, it might just be… plausible. 

 Holy shit.

 He stood up, frantically searching for his hoodie. He had to tell Roman, he had to. Before it was too late.

 Picking it up, he hurried over to the mirror. Fuck, he looked like a disaster. Hair askew, makeup nonexistent, eyes wide in panic. At least he hadn’t cried- crying, Virgil, he could be crying. Go, hurry!

 Whipping open the door, he hurried down the hallway. Passing Patton in the kitchen, he gave him a nod as he ran.

 “What are you doing up?” Patton asked, a cup of water in his hand. “You should be going to sleep.”

 “Can’t-” Virgil huffed out, stopping for only a few seconds. “I have to go- gotta- clear something up.”

 He left before Patton could come up with a response.

 --

 “Roman,” he whisper-shouted, frantically knocking on the door. “Roman!”

 The door opened, revealing a tired Roman. Virgil noticed with a pain in his chest that his eyes were red from crying.

 “What?”

 “I meant it,” he rushed out. “I meant it- the whole ‘gay eyes’ thing. As stupid as it is, I meant it.” Roman’s eyes widened.

 “I did- but I thought you were gonna reject me- so I said it was a joke and I know, I know, I’m so, so stupid, but say you like me back and I might just kiss you.”

 For seconds that felt like eons, Roman stayed silent.

 “Oh God, please do. I like you back, I have for a long time actua- mmf-!”

 Before he was even done talking, Virgil had grabbed the collar of his pyjamas- a red t-shirt, with a crown placed in the center because this boy just cannot stop getting more adorable- and pulled him forward.

 Their lips met, and Virgil’s heart melted. He moved his hands to caress Roman’s face. He felt warm- content, even, which couldn’t be true because he was Anxiety and Anxiety never felt content without a thousand other thoughts harassing him- but he was free from negative feelings, head empty as all he processed was Roman’s lips on his and that he was feeling loved.

 He slowly separated from the boy, gasping for air and fighting the urge to dive back in and kiss him again- because holy fuck he had kissed Roman!

 “I thought- I thought you didn’t like me back.” Roman whispered, voice cracking in the middle. Virgil shook his head vehemently. 

 “I- fuck no, Ro’, that’s impossible. I- fuck- you’re great, Ro’, I adore you.” 

 Roman broke out into a grin, leaning his forehead against Virgil’s.

“I adore you, too.”

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[wonderland-in-bloom]

i’ll be here

[floyd leech x fem!reader]

anon asked: Hey hey ! If it's okay can I request a one-shot with a Fem!reader x Floyd. Some Savanaclaw students start to insult the reader because she accidentally bumped into them on her way to class. Floyd hears them and defends the reader. I hope it's clear English is not my first language. Thank you ! Love you

of course it’s okay anon! yeaaay a♕-chan finally published something egen. do yall ever get the feeling that you’re so motivated and inspired and you just wanna do everything that you kinda get overwhelmed and end up doing nothing and get confused?? lol what a ramble but ya basically >-< now on to the story!

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WHAT a tiring day, you thought to yourself as you aimlessly made your way through the hallways of night raven college. you had two quizzes in a row and you stayed up all night studying, so you were a tat bit sleepy and just not all there at the moment. you clutched your books tightly against your chest and just maneuvered your way against all of the rowdy students. hffff i just wanna get back and sleep. ONE MORE CLASS (Y/N) LET’S GO!

you failed to realize that there was a senior from savanaclaw in front of you, and it caused you to bump right into his back. apparently he wasn’t completely on both his feet either and he bumped to his other friends, causing them to stumble and almost fall. you gulped loudly and tried your best to apologize to them, but none of your words met their ears. “HEYY!! you damn herbivore!” one of your seniors grabbed your collar, causing you to shriek silently to yourself. he roughly pushed you against the wall, knowing that it was going to cause a little bruise or mark somehow. “can’t you watch where you’re going?!” they growled. “i’m s-sorry!! i really am! i didn’t get that much sleep last night and i’m slightly disoriented, i’m so sorry for all the trouble i caused you senpai i-!”

the group of seniors bursted into a fit of laughter. “heh, you really are stupid.” you paused. “you’re a girl in an all boy’s school for crying out loud. no wonder you’re so weak and pathetic...” they all simultaneously bursted out into laughter one more time. you looked down at the ground. “i’m sorry...” one of the others senior snickered. “tsk. you know our rules. you mess with us, we won’t let you get away that easy...” you heard one of them crack their knuckles and another letting out a growl. you shut your eyes, repeating to yourself, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry! to all of the great seven please let me escape! “oyaaa~what’s this?” 

the savanaclaw seniors froze when they heard that voice, and honestly so did you. your eyes slowly fluttered open to meet the heterochromatic eyes of floyd leech. “floyd..senpai...” you muttered to yourself. truth be told, the savanaclaw seniors were a little taken aback, and a little scared. after all, floyd leech was not one to be messed with when he’s serious, and besides, he basically towered over everyone. when he first stepped up to the little scene, he had a grin on his face, but now, his face was filled with rage and intimidation. “what are you doing with my precious koebi-chan..huh?” one of the seniors loudly gulped, but trying not to act scared in front of his friends, he threw a punch at floyd. “floyd-senpai look out!” you managed to yell. 

of course that punch never hit him as he grasped the incoming fist with his palms and squeezed it tightly until the attacker was whining in pain. “i’ll ask you again, what are you doing with my precious koebi-chan..?” the aura in the hallway changed. it was now dark, and intimidating, right on time just as thunder boomed across the sky. the savanaclaw seniors were contemplating with themselves whether to continue or just leave you both be. the ‘leader’ of the group (aka the one holding you against the wall) decided to release you and just ran. however floyd managed to grab a hold of his collar. “i’ll make sure your dorm leader knows about this and let him give you a worst punishment than me...” 

their ‘leader’ thought it would be the end of it. just a small threat. but what he didn’t know was that floyd sent him flying to the other end of the hallway as he collided with the wall. “nice punch...” you muttered to yourself as the seniors scrambled away and left the both of you alone. “koebi-chan, are you okay?” he looked at you worriedly. his intimidating and dark aura disappeared as soon as he turned to you. “i think i’m fine...” you lied. your back ached. you knew it was going to bruise. “eeeeeeeh, don’t lie to me koebi-chan...i know there’s something wrong.” you were about to dismiss him but before you could, you felt yourself now off the ground and was scooped up by his arms. “eh...? floyd?” he started walking towards the direction of the infirmary. “i’ll make sure you’re okay...(y/n)-chan...” you felt your face heat up. did he just...call you with your actual name?

floyd was a little surprised when he heard you giggle and felt you snuggle closer to his chest. “you called me, (y/n)-chan...how rare...” floyd felt himself smile all the way until the infirmary when he placed you down on one of the beds. “shouldn’t you be heading to class now...” you realized this and slapped yourself. “OH NO! we’ll be late to class! will i be even going to class..? i’m so sorry senpai! you can just leave me! i’m so sorry that you’re late and-” you felt warm lips meet your forehead as his hand brushed your hair away from your forehead. 

“i’ll be here watching you! i don’t want anything to happen to you. besides skipping class once in a while is fun~” floyd cheered as he pulled away. he stopped. “eh? do you have a fever too, (y/n)-chan?” your face was as red as the shell of a crab and all you could do was slap your own cheeks. “eh! no no no! i’m fine! i’m uuuuh....yeah...” she’s so cute when she’s flustered, he smiled to himself. “be careful from now on okay? i don’t want anything to happen to you.” you felt a warm hand engulf yours. 

“and besides, if you do get in trouble. i’ll always be here to protect you, (y/n)-chan...”

♡

DO NOT FOLLOW FLOYDS ADVICE AND DO NOT SKIP CLASS KEEDS HAHAHHA i wrote all this in my online math class (even w the camera on) and....eh does that count as skipping class? eh it’s math so its okay ig lolol

is anyone else freaking out over the new chapter of twst jefwoejfoiwej jamil is so good at acting he should just audition at the mankai company lolol

love, a♕

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland oneshots #twisted wonderland fanfiction #night raven college #octavinelle #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech imagine #floyd leech oneshots #floyd leech imagines

[sometimeswritingsometimesdying]

stolen basses and stolen kisses

a/n: hello yall. i am back. and i am very sorry to everyone who followed me for ts content because today i present myself with a jatp fic !! which is coincidentally the longest fic i’ve ever completed so, a i’m patting myself on the back for that one

warnings: none. mentions of BadTM parents, mentions of financial trouble, some breaking and entering and stealing is done and luke and reggie get stuck in a closet

pairings: luke/reggie and alex/willie (but its very very secondary)

wc: 3.1 k

summary: the music program is ending due to lack of funding, which means reggie won't be able to borrow the school's bass to play with in the band. so he devises a plan. (and luke decides to go along with it, because reggie's his best friend, and definitely, a hundred percent, not for any other reason)

ao3

Friday, June 16, 1993 (17:34 PM)

Reggie didn’t come home every day to the most wealthy family in the city. Although his parents never mentioned it, he could hear them fight about the bills when they thought he was asleep and he could see his father’s tired eyes raking yet another letter from the bank. Over the years, he’d gotten used to too-small shoes that made his feet hurt and old hand-me-downs that scratched his arms uncomfortably.

Which meant there was no way he was gonna be able to buy a bass. (he’d only started because of the music program at school, which apparently was ending at the end of the school year. meaning he wouldn’t be able to use the school’s instruments anymore. Which meant no more sunset curve.)

He couldn’t give up on music. So he had devised a plan.

Now he just had to get his friends on board with it. Or rather, Luke on board with it. No way Alex was going to agree.

“Luke,” the man in question turned around to face him. “We need to talk.”

Luke’s brow furrowed, but he nodded and sat down on the couch they had in their studio.

It wasn’t exactly a studio, more like an abandoned house they had found where they could practice without anyone interrupting. Was it possibly illegal to do so? Perhaps. 

He supposed they liked living on the edge (or whatever it had been that Luke had described it as, and as Alex had very clearly stated he did not like to live as).

“Sure man, what’s up?” Reggie took a deep breath. 

“You know how the music program is ending this year?” Luke nodded. “I um,” Reggie swallowed nervously. “If it ends, I won’t be able to play bass anymore since I’ve been borrowing the one from school.” 

Luke looked at him, and his mouth opened in a silent ‘oh’.

“What are we-” Luke sighed letting his head fall back against the back of the couch. “What are we gonna do?” he tilted his head to look at the other boy, who was nervously fidgeting with the edge of his leather jacket.

Slowly, Reggie lifted his eyes to meet his.

“I might have an- um,” he tilted his head. “I have a plan.”

“Which is?”

“Ah, well-” Reggie stopped as Alex walked into the studio. The three of them exchanged scared (in the case of Reggie) and confused stares (in the case of his other two friends). Alex looked back and forth between the two, a half eating apple in his hand.

“What?” Reggie nervously smiled at him.

“Nothing! Nothing at all,” Reggie scrambled to stand in front of him, placing his hands on Alex’s shoulders. His friend’s confused expression turned into a concerned one. “Everything's a-okay! Just… talking! With our friend over here! Absolutely nothing wrong!”

Alex raised an eyebrow but ended up deciding to let it go, shaking his head and walking over to the couch.

“Well,” He said, sitting down. They all flinched as the springs let out an unholy screech. “I should probably mention I’ll be out tonight and I have to leave practice a bit early.”

“Oh,” Reggie said, eyes wide. “Why?”

Alex looked down at the apple in his hand. “I um,” he cleared his throat. “I’m gonna go hang out with that boy I told you guys about.”

“The skater?” Alex nodded and squeaked indignantly as Luke messed up his blonde hair. “Ooooh, our good old’ Alex is finally getting some action huh-”

“Oh for god’s sake-” Alex took a pillow from his side and threw it at Luke who was giggling along with Reggie. “Shut up, would you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking abo-hmfp.” Luke sputtered as a second pillow hit his face.

“Man down!” Reggie exclaimed from the other side of the room. They started laughing, and Reggie knew he had to get Luke onboard with his plan.

No way he was giving up playing in the band.

-

Saturday, June 17, 1993 (1:06 AM)

Reggie was not very good at coming up with good ideas. However - because there is always a however, with Reggie- he was very good at coming up with bad ideas.

And Luke was very good at always being on board with his bad ideas.

He was starting to regret his proposition.

“I’m starting to think this wasn’t such a good idea,” Reggie whispered from behind Luke. Luke turned his head to look at him and raised an eyebrow.

“It was your idea,” he turned back around looking around the corner for any sign of the night guards. “And, plus, it’s not like you have much of a choice. Either you find a bass to play with or we’ll have to give up on the band.”

“You could always find another bass player,” Reggie mumbled. Luke turned back around, shocked.

“No way man, you’re the best there is,” Reggie looked down at his feet, a smile tinting his face. “And you’re our best friend,” Luke added, and he messed up Reggie's dark hair in a fond manner, seeing the other boy blush and his smile grow.

If he had to be completely honest, Luke found Reggie’s smile to be the cutest thing in the world. Not that he’d ever get to know if all went to plan. 

And the plan was, well, not the best. It was quite flawed, as flawed as “just wait until this crush fades away, especially since you aren’t gay Luke what the fuck are you on about?” could be.

God, there were far too many plans going on at once.

He turned back around, realizing he had been staring at his friend for much too long, and popped his head around the corner to look into the empty, darkened hallway. He signaled to Reggie it was free to go, and they hurried all the way to the band room.

The plan was simple, as Reggie had explained (and as Luke had revised), divided into a few a different key points:

Get into the school during after-hours- check, done, the cleaning ladies always kept the bathroom windows open for a few hours after closing to let the air in. it made, frankly, very little sense to him, but, hey, he wasn’t going to complain.

Second, make their way into the band room; also check, done.

Third, find Reggie’s bass (or, well, not Reggie's bass, it wasn’t his yet, but rather the one he would borrow for practice every time) and pack it.

And, last but not least, somehow get out of the school without anyone catching them.

And maybe confess to Reggie about his feelings?

Realize there are no feelings to confess

Notice how pretty Reggie looks when he’s blushing

Fuck

Is this even chronological anymore?

Well, steps one and two of the plan had already been completed and, as the moonlight caught onto the red paint of Reggie’s bass, step three seemed closer and closer to being done as well.

The room was dark and hard to navigate at first, but his friend seemed to manage well enough for Luke to stay by the door as watchout.

Quietly, Luke waited by the door as Reggie took the bass from its stand and placed it in its bag. 

From his spot, Luke could see Reggie's face illuminated only by the moonlight streaming in through the windows.

He looked… pretty. Like, really pretty. But, then again, he always did, didn't he?

(and Luke knew. He’d known for much longer than he wanted to admit. But it was embarrassing, and not only for the fact that he was, as far as he knew, straight. He and Reggie had known each other since they were seven and Luke was not going to be the one crushing on his childhood best friend and- oh fuck this)

Luke played with the beanie in his hands nervously. He knew he didn’t only like girls (and he didn’t only know he had tried it out as well- and he’d liked it. Which had terrified him at the time- and then Alex had told them, and everything seemed a lot less hard to deal with)

(heh. hard.)

Luke bit the inside of his cheek and shook his head, leaning on the doorframe of the music room. Casually, his eyes fell to the dark corridor he was facing

Oh. Oh.

Oh fuck.

Luke’s eyes went wide as he saw a flashlight poke its way around the corner of the corridor. He scrambles to Reggie, who lets out a confused noise as Luke pushes him all the way over into the instrument cabinet in the corner of the classroom.

“Luke what-” Luke shushed him and placed a finger to his lips as he closed the closet door behind them. He turned back around to find Reggie staring dumbly at the finger on his lips. He shook his head in disbelief, before indicating him to stay quiet.

“There’s someone outside,” he whispered. “I saw them turn the corner with a flashlight.”

Reggie ‘ah’-ed and nodded.

Pretty soon, Luke realized he had not made a smart decision in locking them in the instrument cabinet. It was small and cramped, and Luke and Reggie were far too close for comfort (or, rather, for Luke to be comfortable he wouldn’t do something that would make him cringe into the next life). If Reggie felt any discomfort, however, he didn’t show it.

Luke supposed that was reassuring, that Reggie was so… okay, with things. Like the fact that they were close enough to feel each other’s breath on their faces, and that Luke’s cheeks were definitely tinted red (but he thought he saw Reggie’s blush spreading on his cheeks as well) and that Reggie was actually leaning forward and Luke found himself mirroring him and-

Oh. oh.

Reggie’s lips were nice- incredibly nice. The kiss itself was sloppy, noses bumping at first and lips fitting together clumsily, but it was soft and sweet and the way Reggie's hand had found his way onto Luke's cheek made him feel all warm and nice. The kiss was short (too short for his liking) and chaste (too chaste for his liking as well) but Reggie’s resulting grin made him feel all sorts of things because he was so goddamn cute and sweet because of course, he was fucking Reggie and-

He leaned forward again, catching Reggie’s lips in another kiss. The second one was longer, and his hands didn’t clam up at his sides. Instead, he reached out and placed a hand on the back of Reggie's head to lightly play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

The cabinet felt all too hot and cramped for this and Reggie sighed into the kiss, tilting his head subconsciously to deepen it further (or was it subconsciously? Luke hadn’t exactly thought about whether Reggie was a good kisser or not well, actually, he had, but no one needed to know right then and there).

Suddenly a laugh was heard from the music room and the two fifteen-year-olds broke apart in a frenzy. 

“Dude I swear to god if you get us in trouble- we really shouldn’t be here you know that?”

Wait. Luke knew that voice.

“Oh c’mon hotdog, I thought you enjoyed breaking rules with me?”

Hotdog? What kind of nickname is that?

A loud sigh came from the music room. “Fine, fine- but c’mon let’s go this way- I know how to get free snacks from the snack machines-”

Luke and Reggie exchanged a look- that was a trick they had taught Alex a few years back. Was this the hang-out session he had planned that night with the skater-boy he had told them about?

Their steps faded away and Reggie and Luke held their breath out of stress before breaking out into giggles.

“I think we just witnessed Alex flirting,” Luke whispered.

“Somehow I’m not surprised he did… that,” Reggie replied between remnant giggles. They stared at each other for a while more before Reggie tilted his head towards the door.

“We should-”

“Yeah we uh- we should-” Luke stumbled over his words as Reggie leaned forward and kissed his cheek. He cleared his throat and pushed the doors open. “We- we should go.”

Reggie smiled at him and they climbed out of the cabinet, bass intact and phase three of the plan completed.

They hurried out of the school, the same way they had come in, and made a beeline for the studio.

-

Saturday, June 17, 1993 (1:42 AM)

Once they made it to their studio, they both let out a sigh of relief, Reggie making a beeline for the couch.

“Holy fuck dude,” Luke said, falling down next to Reggie and swinging an arm over his eyes. “We almost got caught. By someone else who clearly wasn’t meant to be there.”

Reggie hummed. “Someone? That was clearly Alex, no doubt there.” Luke snickered.

“I can’t believe he thought getting snacks was a romantic thing to do.” 

“I know right?” Reggie started carding his fingers through Luke’s messy hair. They spent a while like that, Luke’s head in Reggie’s lap, one of Reggie's hands through his hair and the other, which had moved down the couch to reach Luke’s, intertwined with the lead singer’s own. The peaceful silence was broken when Reggie broke out into laughter, much to Luke’s displeasure as the hand in his hair left with it.

Luke turned to his friend with a confused look. Once his laughter had died down Luke shook his head.

“What's so funny?” Reggie tilted his head and looked at Luke upside down.

“You kissed me. In a closet.” Reggie held his stare for a few more seconds before bursting out laughing again, at which Luke smiled.

“Yeah,” he smile grew wider, and curiously tilted his head. “I did do that.”

Reggie tilted his head in the same manner, an easy smile on his face. His cheeks were tinted a rosy pink which made Luke think about how pretty he looked; and, goddamnit, it made Luke blush in his own right.

“Aw, you’re blushing!” 

“I am not Reggie I am just-”

“Flustered!” Luke groaned in frustration and resigned to hearing Reggie’s soft giggling with an arm thrown over his eyes again.

Saturday, June 17, 1993 (15:36 PM)

“Are you guys kidding me?” Alex exclaimed. “You could’ve told me! I could’ve asked my parents to buy you a bass! Why the fuck would you go through that?”

Other than being complete idiots, that's why, sat in the air, unsaid but understood by all parties involved.

“Your parents would’ve never agreed to that, no matter how rich they are,” Reggie said, fiddling with the strings on the (stolen) bass in question. Alex considered his two friends (his parents did not, in fact, like them. They thought they were bad influences, for reasons unknown to him) and titled his head, a disappointed expression on his face.

“Look Alex,” Luke said, raising his hands in the air in surrender. “What’s done is done, but at least we can continue practicing now.”

Reggie smiled sheepishly at Luke’s side, holding up the bass that was in his hands as if presenting the evidence of the crime to their friend.

Alex looked at it, a pained expression on his face, before sighing and shaking his head. “Fine,” he walked over to the couch picking up his drumsticks. “You’re lucky I was out yesterday.”

“Oh yeah,” Luke said, nonchalantly. “How’d your date with skater-boy go?”

Alex whipped around with an inhuman velocity. “It was not a date! I was just out with this guy I met and we went around town, well kinda and we-” Reggie tilted his head, an eyebrow raised and an accusing expression on his face. The drummer sputtered in embarrassment. “It was not a date, I don’t care what you guys say.”

“Sure Alex,” Luke said, turning back to his notebook. “Sure.”

“And what do you know anyway? It’s not like you were there-” Alex stopped, mid-hand-gesture. He and Luke stared at each other for what felt like far too much time until Alex sat down and placed his head into his hands. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

Monday, June 19, 1993 (8:04 AM)

The following Monday, the three bandmates walked into their first-period class, not expecting to have their names called over the intercom.

Life is surprising, however, and Luke and Reggie found themselves walking into Principal Miller’s office at eight in the morning.

Reggie seemed to be nervous, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. Luke leaned into his side, giving his hand a supportive squeeze. He was not looking forward to this.

And, to be fair, Principal Miller was not excited to see them either.

“Mr. Patterson, Mr. D’Amico, please, come in,” the principal waved the two teenagers into his office, a tired expression on his face. “Do you know why you’re here?”

Luke tilted his head and looked off to the side. Reggie shook his head despite very well knowing why he was there.

“There was a bass missing this morning- more specifically the bass you’ve been using for music lessons, Mr. D’amico.” Principal Miller tried to look him in the eyes, but Reggie seemed very interested in his shoes at the moment.

“Knowing your situation at home I’m wouldn’t be surprised if-” Reggie cleared his throat much louder than needed. Principal Miller nodded.

“We’re sorry sir,” Reggie spoke up, glancing at his friend by his side. “But we- we didn’t have much of a choice and, well, it’s not like anyone else would’ve used the bass anyway and-”

Principal Miller shook his head. “Reginald… we would’ve given it to you anyway. Your teacher,” he sighed. “Ms. Corum came to talk with me some time ago, knowing the music program would be closing soon. We were going to give the instruments away but she insisted you keep the bass.”

Reggie stared, and stared and stared until Luke cleared his throat and elbowed him in the side.

He broke out of his trance and rushed forward to hug Principal Miller over the desk. Miller patted his back awkwardly as Luke looked away sheepishly.

Reggie pulled back, basic jumping out of excitement. “Thank you thank you thank you, Principal Miller!”

“Don’t thank me, Mr. D’amico, it was all Ms. Corum,” the principal said, but he doubted the boy heard him in his excitement. “Now go, back to class.”

The two boys thanked him again and turned around, and Principal Miller sighed as the two boys walked out of his office whooping and cheering.

(later they’d wonder if the school was even allowed to do that. They would later decide that it didn’t matter, as long as they had their band.)

(and as long as Luke could continue kissing Reggie)

(which he found, going on, to be one of his favorite things. More so than stealing basses.)

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie and the phantoms fic #reggie julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #luke julie and the phantoms #alex julie and the phantoms #willie julie and the phantoms #willex #leggie #what are the ship names again aaaaaaa #its been a while since i've written a long fic for a different fandom so sorry if its a bit ooc yall #n writes

[romace-tea-cup]

imagine being the daughter of bella and edward and your coven finds out about your relationship with felix part two

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I got woken up by the beautiful sun shining on my window , i was in a happy mood for a second when i remembered what needed to be done for today . I then let out a heavy sigh and i got up , i did my bed and cleaned any left over mess i made the night before and i got in the shower and i took a quick but hygienic shower that left me smelling like baked christmas cookies and mint candy canes . I then got dressed for my outfit of the day , i made sure i was comfortable enough because i knew felix would be taking me to volterra in a private jet . After i was done getting dressed and did my hair and make up the last thing i needed to do is to pack my bathroom essentials and bring my phone and my phone charger , after i was done i looked around and noticed how empty the room felt with only my bed and my tv and some furniture left in my room . At this point some of my tears started to drip , i was afraid this was gonna end up bad , what if felix would fight them and he killed my dad like last time in italy ? What if my dad would kill felix ? What if my coven would disown me ? I started to shake out of it , i then grew enough balls and esme had prepared me some eggs and bacon , i smiled at her and pulled her into a tight hug and she just chuckled .

" Thank you esme , i love you so much you are the best of the best no one can top your cooking "

" oh sweetheart , i love seeing you in a good mood , you are never this sweet any special occasion ? "

" N-no , i just thought id show my gratitude towards you and thank you for being there since i was born esme , thank you for taking care of me , thank you for the love you have given me since birth , you really are like a second mom and i would never trade it for anything in the entire world and im thankful i have hou by my side no matter what "

" Oh sweet heart , i love you as if you were my own , i love watching you grow into the amazing lady you are now , and im sure you will keep being the lovable lady you are "

I then nodded and we were talking while i was eating , after i was done i gave her a kiss on the cheek and she gave me one as well it felt like i was saying my goodbye to her which was true because i don't know when ill see her again or if ill even see her , i then did the rest with my family . I saw nessie and she was trying to braid her hair but she was unable , so i stepped in and i braided it for her .

" Let me see "

" Thank you y/n "

" It's no problem nessie , so how is your life with jacob ? Any problems ? "

" My life is amazing , Jacob is the sweetest to me and he cares for me allot , im grateful i have him "

" Well im glad he is treating you like the little princess you are . I hope you know ill always be your sister no matter what , ill always be available when you need me , and no matter what happens ill still love you and i hope you will to little sister . "

" I love you more big sis , and we will always have the same bond because we were in mommies belly , even though you are full vampire and you grew up faster than me and i still look 8 we will never be separated no matter what "

" Well im glad you think so , like it ? "

" i love it ! , thanks sis ! "

" No problem nugget "

We hugged each other and i placed a kiss in her forehead and now i headed to spend time with uncle jasper , he was watching tv and i just sat down next to him .

" Hey uncle jasper "

" What's up ? "

" Nothing much , just thought i would spend some quality time with my favorite historian person "

" Psh im more than a historian "

" Yeah ? Like what ? "

" a great uncle , you can't deny it "

" Yeah of course not , So how are you and aunt alice ? "

" We are doing great , i keep falling in love with her more after each day that passes "

" Well im glad to hear that heh "

" I was meaning to ask you , about what jacob said yesterday , you know you can trust me , did it really happen y/n ? "

I knew i could trust him

" Well yes it did , with another vampire uncle , just don't tell anyone or jacob "

" I won't , so who is the guy ? Do we know him ? "

" I guess you will have to wait and see "

YES YOU DO KNOW HIM IN FACT YOU ARE ABOUT TO MEET HIM AND YOU WILL PROBABLY DISOWN ME BUT ITS LOVE WHAT CAN I SAY !

We spent time together with him telling me his battle stories and i hugged him and headed out to spend time with uncle emmett , he was as usual working out so i changed into my sport clothes and headed out to see him and give him one last work out buddy bonding before i headed out .

" Hey uncle em you ready for a race "

" psh game on "

We ran three miles around the woods and he ended up beating me as usual .

" I won "

" Yeah Yeah stop showing off it was luck "

" Wanna lift next ? "

" Oh you are on ! "

We started lifting and i won this time and he started chuckling , we then went out hunting as usual and he catches a bear while i ate a deer and we headed back to the house honestly im thankful vampires don't sweat . Next up i went to spend time with aunt rosalie and aunt alice , they are usually together but first i gave uncle emmett a hug and then headed off , they were in Rosalie's room .

" Hey aunties , can i come in "

" Sure y/n me and alice were discussing what we are gonna wear for the upcoming ball "

" Ball ? What ball ? "

" The volturi will be hosting a ball in new years eve , we are invited and we were gonna go shopping for dresses next Friday ? "

" Oh um ill go some time another day aunt rosie , in fact i came here to spend time together with both of yall "

" Well why dint you say so !? I just learned new make up tips i wanna show you ! "

" And ill show you how to style your hair y/n "

" sure guys feel free to show me "

They showed me new make up tips and how to style my hair and honestly i appreciate it because i learned how to style my hair better and how to glam myself up for this upcoming ball i never even hared off yet . Now i headed to spend time with mom and dad , he was playing the piano while my mom was reading a book in her room in the couch , my dad purchased him a piano in his room .

" Hey mom and dad , can i come in ? "

" Hey y/n yeah sure "

" Thanks mom , so what are you guy's doing ?

" Im practicing a new song i learned wanna hear it ? "

" Sure thing dad "

He started playing a song and i honestly loved it and i gave him a hug after he ended the song , then me and my mom were talking and we bonded real good . i hugged them both before i confronted jacob about what happened yesterday .

" Hey jake um do you have a moment ? "

" Sure "

" I wanted to apologize over um yesterday , i know i can be a bitch sometimes but i just get annoyed quickly "

" You and apologies ? You feeling well y/n ? "

" Yes jake , i just thought it was right if i apologized to you "

" Well apology accepted "

" Thanks , and thank you for making my little sister happy , i hope you continue to love her as much as you love her right now "

" I will of course , now im heading out to have a meeting with sam , but thanks for the apology , ill be back before 6 "

" Thanks and good luck "

Now it was time to spend time with the last cullen carlisle , he was in his doctors office in the house and i just knocked .

" Hey Carlisle , can i come in ? "

" Of course y/n you are always welcomed "

" So what are you doing huh ? "

" Just doing some research for the upcoming ball "

" So you and aro were friends huh ? How was that ? "

" He can be a bit power hungry but i know he is a great guy "

" What about the guards ? "

" They were fine , i got along with everyone , alec and jane were just chilling but the guards i spent time with were Jane , Alec , Demetri , and Felix . "

" and how was felix ? "

He then looked at me and i started to panic

SHIT ! SHIT ! WHY DID I ASK THAT ?

" He was a great guy , he is the most strong vampire in the world and everyone fears him , im sure you are dreaded to meet him , you and felix were meant to be you know ? "

Wait a second ... He knows about us ?

" Wha- what do you mean ? "

" Well i know you both are mates and you have been seeing each other and that today is your last day here before you head to volterra with him "

" How did you - "

" know? Aro told me , but the rest of the coven does not know because its not my place to tell them , its yours . I have spotted yall both hugging and kissing , i also noticed that you packed your bags yesterday and today , not to mention i knew thag whatever jacob was talking about was true "

I then started to have a faint blush .

" Yeah uh about that i can explain ! "

" No need to , that is a natural thing with mates , and felix will do anything in his power to see you happy , trust me i know him longer than you "

" I guess you are right "

Then a loud voice caught me and Carlisle attention

" WHY ARE YOU HERE !? "

We both rushed to the living room and then i saw him , well all of them exactly ! I thought it was only gonna be felix but i was wrong ! It was the four guards !

" We came here to collect y/n "

Jane spoke and the tension was high as fuck

" My daughter will not be collected without a reason ! "

" y/n is felix' s mate , they have been seeing each other for quite a while , now it is set for her to leave this coven and join us "

Alec spoke and i felt like i was about to have a panic attack .

" Y/n what is he talking about ?! "

" Mom i ... "

" So what jacob said last night was correct ? You slept with this murderer ! "

My dad shouted and then felix growled and speed next to My side protecting me and he stepped infront of my dad .

" And if we had sex what is the problem ? She is my mate and i have every right to please her in bed and have the right to touch her if i wanted to and whenever i want to "

" So that's why you been acting all weird huh ? You knew this was gonna happen "

My aunt rosalie stated and carlisle put a hand over her and let out a sigh and my dad then knew then and there that he knew .

" So you knew all along !? You were her partner in crime and you backed her up with this relationship ! "

" It was not my place to say something edward , this is y/n's and felix's business "

" Mia tesoro please grab your bags , its time to head out "

I just simply nod but alice and my mom hold my wrists

" No ! You can't go ! You cant be part of there coven y/n ! "

Jane then uses her power on alice and she falls in pain but bella uses her shield on her so she is able to get over it and i quickly head for my bags and i have my mini back pack .

" Jasper you also knew about this and you dis not bother to say one word about it !? "

My dad shouted

" I just found out today edward "

" So what i smelled was true , you guys were riding like it was the best time of your life and if your life depended on it y/n "

Felix and demetri then chuckled but my dad and mom shouted at him .

" Jake ! Stop ! "

" As much as i am delighted to see this controversy we need to go master caius would be very upset if we arrived late "

Jane said and i just headed out and felix put a hand over me while my family watched me leave with sadness in their face , i let a few tears slip here and there but felix grabbed my face in his huge ones and wiped my tears away with his thumb .

" Amore mio, per favore non piangere, non sopporto di vedere quei tuoi bellissimi occhi piangere. Ti amano e lo supereranno amore mio, per favore sorridi perché quando piangi mi sento come se stessi crollando. "

Translation

" My love , please do not cry , i cant stand to see those beautiful eyes of yours cry . They love you and will get over it my love , please smile because when you cry i feel like i am crumbeling down. "

" Vorrei solo che questo potesse essere diverso amore mio, spero davvero che trovino nel loro cuore per rinunciare a me e per essere felici per noi.

Translation

" I just wish this could have been different my love , I really hope they find it in their heart to foregive me and to be happy for us . "

" They will my love they love you and they will accept us if it means they see you happy "

" Thank you my love , your everything i need right now "

We hugged and he placed a kiss on my mouth and i kisses back with gratitude .

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Hoped yall liked it ! Ill be posting the next one tommorow ! Question of the day ! ( If u can answer ) what was your favorite bonding experience with a cullen ? Follow me on wattpad and give it a like and follow if you wanna see more ff of felix ! 💞

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Discord pt 98

[Date: 19/03, 06:01 AM GMT - 19/03, 06:50 AM GMT]

[CW for unethical floral experimentation, injury mention]

kateza affectionate: “mona, don't be so hard on yourself, ok?”

Maxwell: “....i....think we should tell her about the other stuff

mona”

Little-K1ng: “............theres more????”

Marcus: “.........heh”

Little-K1ng: “uh. heh?”

Maxwell: “I saw syds observation post from yesterday...it had a scrrenshot of something I said, and jack and them told me thats what you didnt want me seeing yesterday....”

Marcus: “Oh that

....yeah”

Little-K1ng: “O_O

uh..........................................................”

Marcus: “...that’s kind of what the argument was about”

Little-K1ng: “,,,,,,,,,,,,um

oh fuck. i

max...”

Maxwell: “im not upset”

Little-K1ng: “i just...”

Maxwell: “i took some time”

Little-K1ng: “you're... not?”

Maxwell: “and i get why you did it

yeah

but”

kateza affectionate: “you're in an unprecedented situation. a situation that keeps getting worse and worse with seemingly no reprieve. I don't blame you for slipping up here and there- there's so much stress involved that it's almost expected for you to be upset. i don't think anyone blames you for doing these things. that's all i wanted to say.”

Maxwell: “its gotten worse

baroness has images of more times where i've slipped up

at least twice during my argument with her”

Little-K1ng: “oh christ”

Maxwell: “and then I switched back to ender for certain words....”

Little-K1ng: “i.....”

Maxwell: “and....i sent prince an ask on faer blog....”

Little-K1ng: “you... did?”

Maxwell: “saying i was sorry for upsetting faem and i hoped i could see faem again soon”

Little-K1ng: “oh no oh no

oh max....”

Maxwell: “fae said "see you soon, page"”

Marcus: “...max signed the ask as page as well”

Maxwell: “no no

the was the second one”

Marcus: “..there was one before??”

Maxwell: “after he answered the first one i closed my eyes to breath”

Little-K1ng: “how can i be getting worse so much faster....”

Marcus: “.....I don’t...remember”

Little-K1ng: “unless...”

Marcus: “...huh”

Little-K1ng: “oh fucking christ no non on ono nonon ono nonono.....”

Maxwell: “and when I opened them like three minutes had passed and I had sent an ask as page apparently”

Little-K1ng: “did..... did crown do something? did he get in? did he get in when i left the door open??? and make it worse???????”

Marcus: “...I don’t

...max i don’t remember you sending an ask

Only page”

Little-K1ng: “is it my fault? did... did i do that? did i really.... i..... left you vulnerable....... i....”

Maxwell: “no it isnt your fault”

Little-K1ng: “i just....... this doesnt.... this doesnt hurt me nearly as much as it should.... im not... im still not upset..?”

Marcus: “Mona, Crown didn’t come in...I would’ve seen him. It’s not your fault”

kateza affectionate: “this isn't your fault mona

you're probably emotionally tired”

Little-K1ng: “but i just... i still just feel empty about it. i feel fully justified about this and i know i fucked up but im not hurt”

Raeva: “oh...”

Maxwell: “uh....I have marigold tea if you want some”

Little-K1ng: “i cant even fucking apologize right”

Marcus: “You didn’t mess up

...max what”

kateza affectionate: “you're emotionally burnt out, Mona. This is a bad situation”

Little-K1ng: “wh. where did you get marigolds?”

Maxwell: “oH

uH”

Marcus: “max”

Little-K1ng: “....;max????”

Maxwell: “hm.....well....

Little-K1ng: “max i dont have any tea except dandelion root

you're 16 you dont have money or a car

where the fuck,????”

Maxwell: “fetch was hurt....and i wanted to make sure I could help him tomorrow if he came back home tomorrow”

Marcus: “.....arent the flowers on your laurel...”

Maxwell: “.....”

Marcus: “max you didnt”

Little-K1ng: “mAaAaAaX??!!!!

what the HELL”

Marcus: “Don’t yell at him!”

Little-K1ng: “ahhhhh??????????????

im ??? not yelling on purpose im just????????

what the hell ??????”

Maxwell: “i wanted to help and it works?!”

Marcus: “you tested it???”

Maxwell: “yes”

Little-K1ng: “thats such a silly idea max of course it worked??? magic is like that sometimes??? but why would you have even thought about it ?????????”

Marcus: “max”

Maxwell: “i...”

Little-K1ng: “thats so silly how did it taste wh”

Maxwell: “i knew marigolds have the ability to help heal wounds...they can help speed up the process sometimes by a couple of days”

Marcus: “Are you okay??”

Maxwell: “they can help with blood flow”

Marcus: “Which ones did you cut off? Did you only cut one?”

Little-K1ng: “are you???? ok max first of all. heavy metal poisoning speedrunning. nice one. but also. dude cmon they double when you do that”

Maxwell: “and can sometimes even be used to treat infections...

i only cut one but it workss”

Little-K1ng: “one flower for how much ??”

Marcus: “...”

Little-K1ng: “like. did the water change color? bubble strangely? make fucked up ender noises at you??”

Maxwell: “i got a scrape on my arm when I was pacing outside waiting for fetch and I dipped a paper towel in it and put it on the wound”

Little-K1ng: “god maybe i am emotionally exhausted”

Maxwell: “it almost fully closed instantly”

Marcus: “...I kinda hope it made ender noises that would be funny”

[Maxwell: “it almost fully closed instantly”]

Little-K1ng: “hUH”

Maxwell: “it healed the wound faster than normal

not completely but enough”

Little-K1ng: “oh you better hope you dont do that too much and find out once your laurel wilts the wounds just open wtf”

Marcus: “I don’t think normal marigolds do that”

Little-K1ng: “thats like. supremely fucked dude??? thats weird.”

Maxwell: “.....”

Marcus: “...interesting”

Little-K1ng: “if you only used one did you??? just use the one i cut?”

Maxwell: “i wanted to help fetch

no the...one you cut was a bud

i needed one with petals that was bloomed...”

Marcus: “Y’know Max, I don’t think anyone else would’ve tried that”

Maxwell: “also the bud hasnt wilted despite being cut off a day ago...

but yeah i needed petals”

Marcus: “....”

Maxwell: “i tried to take em off when it was on my head but it felt like I was pulling out my hair so i stopped and just....”

Little-K1ng: “no, i understand the need. i get it. i want to help fetch too and honestly? i would have done the same”

Maxwell: “took a whole one”

Marcus: “...are you okay?

How did that not wake me up”

Little-K1ng: “im. i just. i feel so screwed up about this whole thing.”

Maxwell: “i didnt yell”

Marcus: “...”

Maxwell: “i numbed it with ice and grabbed the scissors

fetch wasnt happy when i told him”

Little-K1ng: “well of course not”

Maxwell: “jack saw it as an experiment”

Marcus: “...you talked to fetch?

Like directly?”

Little-K1ng: “you told him???”

Maxwell: “no he was messaging her”

Little-K1ng: “i dont even tell him when i hide a pill in some cheese for him

wait dont tell him that i said that”

Marcus: “I thought he just gave an update and that’s how you knew about stuff”

Maxwell: “to let us know he wouldnt be home tonight

yeah and i said i knew a way to help heal him”

Marcus: “...”

Maxwell: “he...knew i was gonna do something I shouldnt have

theres still quite a bit left”

Marcus: “....i can see why he would think that”

Maxwell: “it's in a bowl....

....you can use some if you need it”

Little-K1ng: “...........ok. would it be weird. if i drank it

like a little bit

maybe itll?? pick up my mood or something”

Marcus: “What if it cures your migraines”

Maxwell: “i dont know if it works for moods”

Little-K1ng: “god i WISH”

Maxwell: “uh give me a sec”

[Marcus: “What if it cures your migraines”]

Little-K1ng: “MARCUS IF IT DOES THAT IM GIVING YOU TWO THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE”

Maxwell: “you could try but as far as i remember it wont work

it works for wounds and inflammatory stuff”

Little-K1ng: “damn”

Marcus: “Why would you give it to me-”

Little-K1ng: “yeah ill be honest i maybe do not want the weird rat juice . at least not right now”

Maxwell: “its...flower

i put the petals in a pot and boiled em”

Little-K1ng: “Brain Flower of the Rat is not exactly the most appealing tea flavor, max. with all due respect”

Maxwell: “then i strained them”

Marcus: “Juice of Brain Flower of the Rat then”

Maxwell: “actually tastes slightly like normal water...

if anything slightly sweet

jack said it might taste like rose water”

[Marcus: “Juice of Brain Flower of the Rat then”]

Little-K1ng: “sick new lacroix flavor”

[Maxwell: “jack said it might taste like rose water”]

Little-K1ng: “.....rose water?”

Maxwell: “yeah you boil the roses then strain em into a bowl

like i did with the marigolds”

Little-K1ng: “i like rose water... :/ guess maybe i do want the fucked up rat brain plant water”

Maxwell: “you could try some its not like I cant make more”

Little-K1ng: “....hm !!! dont like that

do not make more rat water”

Maxwell: “....”

Little-K1ng: “i will try some but do not make more”

Marcus: “...please stop calling it rat water?”

Little-K1ng: “marcus?? do you want to try some (Patent Pending) Maxwell Ratatouille's Funky Fresh Brain Tea™️?”

Maxwell: “....

im too tired for this shit”

Little-K1ng: “im coping max.”

Marcus: “....”

Maxwell: “ fair”

Marcus: “I don’t have any injuries?”

Maxwell: “im.....i might go to sleep soon....

who?”

Marcus: “Who?”

Little-K1ng: “we dont have injuries

basically

okay so uh?? bottoms up i guess”

sip sip

sip

Marcus: “..oh wait

My elbow?

Does it work on old injuries?”

Little-K1ng: “uh. hm

it tastes good?”

Maxwell: “oh yeah its burned! it wont get rid of the injury but it might help with any lingering pain?”

Little-K1ng: “it tastes nice actually, the rose water thing was actually accurate

........................................huh

wtf”

kateza affectionate: “I’m gonna head to bed. Stay safe y’all. Much love /p”

Little-K1ng: “gn Kate !

uh

hm. okay”

Maxwell: “hm?”

Marcus: “What Mona?”

Little-K1ng: “so. i may have forgotten to mention out loud to yall but i have some pretty bad joint pain

like, typically, its a mid level pain all the time

and its jsut? less

less pain

thats nice”

Maxwell: “told ya it works!”

Little-K1ng: “it.... does !

dont make more though

ill enjoy this for as long as it lasts but for gods sake max dont pick the laurel for tea”

Marcus: “Please don’t make more rat juice max”

Little-K1ng: “gonna do a rat juice high five marcus

try it??”

Marcus: “I’ll..try just applying it to my elbow”

Little-K1ng: “something something dab joke”

Marcus: “Man you really are tired huh?

Little-K1ng: “i am so tired

work was hard

and i came home, expecting like, the remnants of a fight”

Marcus: “Okay- oh”

Little-K1ng: “only to realize that like, just about every problem for the last 2 days are probably entirely my fault”

Marcus: “Mona”

Little-K1ng: “and i dont actually have it in me to think i actually did anything wrong and i keep getting angry and snapping at people who dont deserve it”

Marcus: “Mona it’s fine

I promise”

Little-K1ng: “<:(”

Maxwell: “you okay marcus”

Little-K1ng: “^this is an incredibly forced frown. again, i dont feel bad”

Maxwell: “the water didnt hurt you right?”

Marcus: “Huh?

Oh

No it’s quite soothing actually”

Little-K1ng: “yeah weird right ??”

Marcus: “A bit”

Little-K1ng: “i WILL physically fight you max if you try to make more though

i will get mad. dont”

Maxwell: “....sorry”

Little-K1ng: “i mean dont be sorry for trying it, that was a good idea

but you've done it once, thats enough”

Marcus: “Please don’t make more max”

Little-K1ng: “for safety reasons”

Marcus: “Yeah”

Little-K1ng: “i dont know how easily those stems get infected

and with how deep they run i really dont want you to find out

i already endangered you all this far, please dont help me do that

guys... you both look so tired”

Maxwell: “you wont endagenr us its fein”

Little-K1ng: “maybe you should go to bed”

Maxwell: “im fien”

Little-K1ng: “sounds like it ,':)

head to the tulips, dormouse :)!”

Maxwell: “fuckign what”

Maxwell: “awwwww i love emas”

Little-K1ng: “do you guys want to sleep in the living room? my bed is pretty huge”

Maxwell: “oh iv emafe a neast on the fllor”

Little-K1ng: “oh perfect, and it looks like marcus is already asleep :) thats okay!! goodnight you guys”

Maxwell: “nihgtn”

#on:discord #by:maxwell #by:marcus #if the crown fits

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Safehouse

is this my entry to the first day of spideychelle month? yes it is. does it even vaguely follow the prompt for said day? probably not. am i doing this cus i’ve got a desperate case of the fomos? HELL YEAH, you know i do

i had this idea and thought that a couple of months after ffh was good enough to count as the future hahaha hope yall enjoy folks

Weirdly enough, the easiest problem to tackle in the hot steaming pile of garbage that Mysterio dumped on Peter and co.’s lives, was apparently the drone strikes allegations.

It was easy enough because stark tech was involved in the allegation and Ms. Potts was eager enough to clear her company’s name on any and all involvement in peter’s alleged crime, thus clearing his name in the process.

No, the hardest part was the adjustment period; the world now knew who Spider-man was and Beck had now effectively put a target on each and every one of Peter’s loved ones. MJ and Ned had hired bodyguards following them wherever they went (fortunately enough, no criminals had thought of to kidnap them or something, but better safe than sorry, peter thought).

Meanwhile, Peter and May were now living in a remote well hidden secret location safehouse. Peter and MJ were supposed to be dating now but maintaining a relationship isn’t really that easy when half the city’s criminal underlife wanna kill you. Suffice it to say, the entire affair sucked.

The point of the whole secret identity thing was so that peter could still have a normal life but now… it seemed like the possibility of getting back that life was completely destroyed. And he can’t even bring the man responsible to justice. Yeah, the whole thing just sucked.

There had to be a way out of this, and there probably would be, he’s already thought of a couple possibilities that were subsequently shot down (track down every single possible threat and have them arrested or threaten that they would be, create another fake spider-man so people wouldn’t think it was peter, give up being spider-man). But as long as that miracle epiphany hadn’t come to fruition yet, until there was a full proof plan that would guarantee everyone’s safety and help peter keep the spider-man name, this crap pile of a safety strategy was all they had for the moment.

And so yeah, for what seemed to be the longest time being, it was safehouse safehouse safehouse aanndd yup, you guessed it, more safehouse.

But, there was still one glimmer of hope left, despite it all. It was the monthly visit from Ned and MJ. Peter lived for those visits; he’d prepare everything they could possibly need beforehand and would pace their living room until one of them arrived at which point he’d give them all the biggest bear hug.

They all gave each other updates on what happened, so it was mostly just Ned and MJ talking about what was happening on the outside world, but Peter didn’t mind, he was just so happy they were there. And so they talked, caught each other up on how the other was doing, until eventually they were sick of talking and just decided to watch movies instead, this time they decided to binge the og star wars trilogy.

Lando and Chewy had just flown off in the Millennium Falcon when Peter “slyly” (MJ noticed it, Peter wasn’t fooling anyone) gave Ned a look.

“Oh wow, will you look at the time, I’ve gotta head home. My parents need help with this… thing, it’s really important,” says Ned who already left from his spot on the couch and was now packing up his stuff.

“Really? What thing, Ned?” asked MJ, with an amused smirk on her face.

Peter gave Ned another look which also didn’t pass by MJ. She knew why they were doing this, might as well just mess with them about it.

After a brief awkward silence where Peter was silently pleading to Ned to just think of something. Ned wouldn’t be able to explain why the next word he said was the first that popped in his head.

“BED! Uhhh they… need my help to flip a bed. It’s no big deal actually but, you know parents, do what they say and all that. Welp I’m out of here. Bye, Peter. Bye, MJ. Have fun!” and with a slam of the door, Ned hurried out of the apartment and left Peter and MJ alone in the living room.

“Bye Ned! Stay safe!” Peter remarked to the door, as Ned had jolted out of the place before Peter could say bye back.

“Must be some bed, huh,” Peter told MJ as he looked back at her.

MJ couldn’t help but laugh at the excuse.

“Peter, you know I know why you guys are doing this so why bother even making up excuses about it?” says MJ as she lies her head on the couch, but with a smile on her face, equal parts amused and exasperated at Ned and Peter’s whole routine.

“I have NO IDEA what you’re talking about, MJ, you heard Ned. He said he had to help his parents flip a mattress. That’s really important; those things are heavy, for you guys at least.”

“Mmhhmm yeah right, just like they needed his help watering plants, cleaning the roof, oh and what was it last time, walking their dog?”

“Ned’s a good son, MJ, I don’t see anything wrong with that,” said Peter with a shrug.

“Peter, Ned’s allergic to dogs, his family doesn’t have one.”

It takes Peter a beat to come up with “Maybe they were dogsitting??”

MJ just laughs out of exasperation.

“Fine, I’m done, just so you know, you guys aren’t fooling anyone and you guys are just doing this for your own benefit. Let’s just watch Return of the Jedi already,” says MJ as she snuggles up next to Peter.

“Once again, MJ, I have no idea what you’re talking about” says Peter with an amused smirk on his face while MJ just rolls her eyes at him.

“Ned’s just being a good friend- urgh I mean son. Good son heh,” as Peter awkwardly doesn’t look at MJ and just stares at the TV screen.

MJ just looks at Peter incredulously but fondly.

“Yeah, I can’t say I disagree with you on that,” says MJ with a fond smile on her face as she leans her head on Peter’s shoulder.

Peter finally looks back at MJ and just smiles. Yeah, he’s glad to have a guy in the chair, wingman, and best friend like Ned. And Peter and MJ finally just watch the movie in a comfortable silence, appreciating each other’s company without having to dial down their level of affection for one another.

But soon enough, the last film of the trilogy ends just as the blue sky outside was now turning a blazing red. The sun was setting, which meant it was going to be dark soon, which meant MJ was going to leave.

Peter always dreaded this part.

As the credits roll, Peter looks at the clock, and then looks back to MJ.

“I guess you have to go now too, huh?” asked Peter with an obvious sad demeanor, as he runs his fingers thru hers.

“Yeah” MJ looks down at their intertwined hands “I guess I have to.”

MJ reluctantly breaks away from their intertwined hands and starts to pack her stuff up and head to the door while Peter’s a few feet away just watching her do this, walking her to the door; all of this done in an uncomfortable sad silence.

Peter and MJ are now both at the door, both just waiting for the other to say something and pull the plug on their rare chance of meeting in person.

“I-” “I-” Peter and MJ both begin to say and both of them just giving an awkward chuckle at their synchronicity.

“You go first,” says Peter with a smile, waiting for what MJ was going to say.

“Heh just- just wanted to say…” MJ begins to say, before she just dives in and hugs Peter as tight as she could.

“I’m gonna miss you, Peter” says MJ burrowing her head onto Peter’s shoulder.

Peter hugs MJ back and burrows his head onto her shoulder, MJ’s hair is right onto his face but he actually likes it, smelling that faint aroma of lavender from her pretty curls.

“That’s actually what I was gonna say too heh” says Peter in a sad chuckle.

“I’m really gonna miss you, MJ” and at that Peter tightens his hug, in a sad attempt to almost stop her from leaving. But MJ loosens her hug and so Peter does too; MJ wipes her eyes in a preemptive strike to prevent any tears from falling as she does and just sadly chuckles too.

“Bye, Peter.”

She was just about to turn and walk away when MJ hesitates in doing/saying something and before she knows it, she just leans in and gives Peter a soft chaste kiss on the lips, her sadness pouring out of her goodbye kiss.

Her hand that she used to hold Peter’s face as she kissed him was the same one she used as she held Peter’s hand for the last time as she said “Goodbye, Peter” with both of their eyes closed and their foreheads still leaning onto each other.

She reluctantly breaks her hand free from Peter and quickly walks away without looking back, leaving Peter alone by the door, his fingers ghosting his lips, as he closed the door. He leans against the door once he’s inside, his forehead in a frustrated knot, eyes closed, sighing as he tries to summon the courage to pretend he’s fine.

He’s found himself leaning at the door for a couple of minutes now when May suddenly speaks, having erupted from her office, interrupting Peter’s self-pity spiral.

“Pete, you okay?” asks May, even though she already knows the answer.

Peter sighs and stands up properly, no longer leaning on the door as a crutch.

“I’m fine, May” says Peter with a sad smile.

“It’s just” Peter looks back at the door. “MJ left again.”

May looks at her nephew sadly and slowly approaches him.

“Oh Peter, I know you miss her a lot,” says May as she hugs Peter.

“Heh” Peter just sadly chuckles and agrees. “Yeah, yeah I really do,” says Peter as he hugs back his aunt, taking the comforting gesture as it is.

Peter braces himself for May trying to cheer him up again, a message of hope about how this will all end sooner than you think, and that it’s for the best, etc. Peter obviously knew May’s heart was in the right place but right now he just felt sad and pissed over always having his time with MJ cut short. So he sighed, as he tried to muster his appreciation for his aunt’s, while kind, unfortunately for naught, gesture.

“But we both know it’s for the best,” says May with a sad smile as she breaks away from the hug and looks Peter in the eyes and keeps her hands on his shoulders.

“We just need to do this for a little longer until-”

“Peter, wait!” screams an out of breath sweat drenched MJ busting out of the apartment door.

“MJ?” exclaimed Peter happily as he tore himself away from May’s hold and turned around to face MJ.

“You’re- you’re back,” Peter said in a happy couldn’t believe it reaffirmation that MJ was indeed here. Until he realized he didn’t know why she was back at which point concern flooded his mind.

“Wait, why are you back?” asked Peter, more confused than anything but his fear starting to bubble up, as he began to walk towards MJ and close the door behind her, while checking if there was anyone in the hallway.

As MJ hurriedly walked down the stairs of Peter’s building, she found herself questioning her actions. Each time after they met, she’s found it harder and harder to say goodbye and by now she was just so sick of leaving when all she wanted to do was stay, which was when she decided that enough was enough.

Buying Peter and her a little more time for just one night wouldn’t kill them. They’ll have the rest of the year (or god knows how long) to stick to their stupid arrangement, so for now, she was going to spend the night with her boyfriend and nothing on earth was going to stop her from doing otherwise.

MJ, having ran up how many flights of stairs that she had just gotten down from, couldn’t explain herself to Peter just yet as she was busy trying to catch her breath and maintain her upright position as she held onto her knees for support.

May looks at her nephew with fondness as he caresses the back of the girl of his dreams as she tries to catch her breath. May knew what to do next as she remarked that she was going to get MJ some water from the kitchen and proceeded to leave the two teens alone. Peter leads MJ to the couch as her breathing returns back to normal.

“Are you okay, MJ? Is anything wrong, did something happen?” asks Peter, still worried MJ might have been in danger or something but MJ merely waves him off and lies her head on the couch.

Peter simply sits next to her, unconvinced, waiting for verbal confirmation which causes MJ to give a small incredulous chuckle.

“I’m fine, Peter,” says MJ looking at Peter fondly, always appreciating his constant concern for her wellbeing.

“Are you sure? You’re not here cause you saw someone suspicious or anything?”

Suddenly, MJ looks at Peter with guilt and sympathy, sad that one of Peter’s first thoughts over her coming back was that because she was in danger.

So MJ caresses the side of Peter’s face in an attempt to comfort him or ease any of his worries, looks him straight in his eyes, and says “I’m safe, Peter” in the most unwavering voice she could muster.

Peter lets go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding and finally lets himself smile over his girlfriend coming back to him.

May finally returns with the water she promised and hands it to MJ.

“Thanks, May,” says MJ as she grabs the glass May offers her. “Sorry for dropping in suddenly by the way.”

“Oh it’s fine, honey. Your parents know you’re here?” says May

MJ merely nods as she gulps down the water, and after finishing her drink, just says a quick little “Yup.”

“Okay, good, I’ll just go and… make dinner then. What do you guys want?” May asks the two teens.

Peter and MJ just brush May off, saying whatever’s fine and just like that, the Parker matriarch left and went to the kitchen, leaving Peter and MJ alone once again. But just before she enters the room, she shoots Peter a cute little wink and thumbs up, just happy to see her nephew happy again, and Peter just lets out a small amused chuckle. May has always been supportive and though it was really awkward at times, this time he can’t help but feel the same happiness her aunt has for him as well.

“Soooo, MJ, what are ya doing here?” asks Peter with a smile on his face, trying so hard to play it cool, but failing amazingly at it, because he’s being honest, he didn’t even care. MJ was actually here and it didn’t even matter why she was. He was just so happy to get to spend more time with her than he expected.

“Uuuuhhh”

MJ knows why she came here and she knows for a fact that Peter probably does as well. But it doesn’t mean she was ready to admit she did something romantic spontaneous and unexpected just because she wanted to spend more time with him. And so despite very well knowing she’s being a complete hypocrite for doing this, she says this next.

“My parents were suddenly out of town on a business trip.”

Peter’s jaw drops the slightest and then one of the most shit eating grins he’s ever had starts to form on his face.

“Really?” asks Peter in an almost sarcastic tone.

MJ rolls her eyes. She probably shouldn’t be surprised to be regretting her decision this immediately.

“Yeah, loser, my mother got to go to this audition she thought she lost. They told me I could stay over at a friend’s house just for tonight if I wanted. It’s no big deal, just get over it already,” says MJ in her completely dead pan tone with just a hint of frustration and shyness.

Peter is so happy right now. He knows it’s ridiculous to be this happy just because his girlfriend is now doing the same thing he and Ned were doing, but he just can’t help keep the smile on his face in check. MJ surprised Peter in the most unexpected and wonderful ways he couldn’t imagine and just for a second, Peter thinks this safehouse thing might not have been so bad after all.

~end~

yaaayyy ok so i know it didn’t really follow the future spideychelle au mechanics, but i’d argue that this didn’t really deal with the problems caused by ffh. it’s like they’re putting all those problems on pause and they’re in this little safehouse bubble hehe

this will have 2 follow ups which imma post for week 2. one will be a prequel to this, and the other a straight up follow up hehe. this fic was really just supposed to be backstory/set up and it just got away from me haha

i’m gonna continue to try to be as much of a part of spideychelle month as best i can cus i really really wanna participate in it. i’m so excited just to actually be a part of something like this for the first time ever.  i hoped yalls liked this, cus i really did even despite all the mistakes/inconsistencies n all haha. thank ya alls if you actually read this whole thing and hooray for spideychelle hahaha yaay

oh and ps quick shoutout to @tare8chan, she was my beta on this and without her, i never would have changed the ending of this. her advice totally made it better imo so thank you so much for the notes and compliments and support and stuff huhuhu

looking forward to more spideychelle fics yalls. this gonna be real fun :’) <3

#spideychelle #spideychelle is canon bitches #spideychelle month #spideychellemonth #spideychelle fanfiction #spideychelle fic #:') #<3 #to keep the spideychelle dream alive #michelle jones #peter parker #ned leeds #may parker

[lexiy-dreyar]

missing friends

{{little side story for you all ok?

{im too tried to say who’s OC's belong to who ima just do the tags imto sleepy

@auntiesakamaki

@animeislife54

@decoffinatedcoffee

@wee-devil-town

@thewhitelotusdemon

@chimmerly

@vantalizing

@nerieda

{{i think that's everyone?

((edit i redrew everything

The blonde layed there, bruised and broken, beaten to a pulp, watching the culprit getaway, holding her sister, and her child, both badly injured bleeding, the other blonde sister had taken a big blow to the head cracking it open, shattered bones in the arm's, with cut-up legs, she could only imagine her pain was less than hers, her dull eyes shifted to her child, being carried over the shoulder, blood dripping out of her mouth, shaking out of shock and pain.

 She couldn't take seeing them both hurt, she tried to get up but could barely move her arms to lift her body off the ground a bit, her arm covered in cuts shooting with pain, her legs shattered, slowly going numb. Lex blinked away the tears of pain, pushing herself to move her arms and legs, she refused to give up and lose,  the two she cared about the most, trying to ignore the pain, with a scratchy voice she called out to the captive, "put them down...and..come and fight me…" she growled still struggling to get on her feet "I may be buried but I'm not beaten!!"

 She shouts soon coughing her lungs out "tch d-dammit" she groaned in pain "you look like your done..I'm not wasting my power on you.." the said turning to look at her "heh...you scared that I'm gonna kick your ass!" She smirked, trying to egg them on so they drop her loved ones "hmmm how about I end this" they said letting star go raising his arm aiming his attack at the struggling blonde "and here I thought you were supposed to be strong, with the power of a guardian angel running through you, as well as the power of a dragon.. pathetic." They smile darkly as they launch their attack at her. 

She didn't have a chance to move, the attack hit her head on, 

amplifying the pain tenfold, causing her to scream out in pain, knocking her out as she hits a tree, "maybe if you tried harder you would have had a chance" was the last words she heard. 

As she slowly opened her eyes she was blinded by bright lights "huh...Where am I?" She mumbled trying to sit up, she felt a burst of pain from her arms, and they felt Heavy, she looked at her arms noticing there in casts, she looked at them confused before looking around the room " what the...where am I..a hospital??" She asked herself, there was a knocking on her door, she turned her head to the door as it slowly opened to see one of her friends peaking "hey she's up"

 Pandora said opening the door more as her friends enter the room "glad to see your up" Sayaka said bluntly "yeah you gave us a pretty bad scare" Tenshi said softly placing a plate on her nightstand,

 "Sorry about that…" lex mumbles, "how did I get here?" She asked looking at her friends "nkita managed to call me and the paramedics by the time we got there, you nkita and void were about to be picked up by them" Julianna answers her question

 "about that do you know where star and amaniz are? We tried calling the-" Pandora stopped halfway through her sentence when she noticed lex's shocked expression "they really got them.." lex mumbles trying not to cry "about that care to explain why you went to go fight when you were still recovering from you last job" azale asks her "I had to.. they were hurt...I had a bad feeling if I didn't" she sighed trying to move her legs, but felt they were in the cast too "what about nkita and void how are they?!" Lex asked panicked" were not sure yet we checked up on them yesterday but they were knocked out, " Devon said.

"Lex...I think you should tell us what happened" azale pointed out "or at least tell us what the attacker looked like" Constance chimed in "I….I" lex tried to tell them but her memory was hazy. All she got were little flashes of what happened.

 Her breath got shakey, as she remembers how much she messed up, using a big attack out of lack of judgment, trying to let amaniz and star run to safety. Letting herself go trying to learn the attackers' magic, and how they fight, but she failed to pay attention, worrying too much about her family, leaving herself wide open, letting them get a good shot near her chest. Slowly mumbling to herself about how stupid she is unable to protect her sister and child as her eyes slowly turned back to normal, losing their dullness as her eye’s filled with tears “they were right there...and I couldn't do anything...I'm pathetic"

she cried "...then let's go get em," Cole said walking to the blonde's bed "huh…" "let's go get them back..once your Heald up we'll go looking for them" Cole answered "what! No way if the guy managed to fuck up lex nkita and void that bad there's no way we could stand a chance" Cherry shouted, "Well your wrong if all of us go together we can get them back!!" Obara shouted at her "hey now let's not fight..we should be careful though it might have been the same person who tried to kidnap Azusa,..and-" Sayaka was interrupted by a knock at the door "Sorry for interrupting but I need to talk alone with lexiy" a doctor said ".....alright let's go check on the others"Lizzy patted Devon's shoulder "good idea get better soon lex" Tenshi waved as the left the room.

{Mini time skip}

You should be able to move your arms and legs a bit now but I have to advise you to not use your Maley attack's for a few months so that the tissue heals...and about your lacrima heart we replaced it with a stronger one it should last you 5 years or so." The doctor said wrapping up her leg 

 "also you need to take it easy..your body is still recovering from the shock your lucky your friend gem was able to recover the badly damaged parts..you can be disregarded in a few days...but if you lose feeling in your legs take one of these" he hands her a few bottles of pills "lose feeling in my legs??" She asked "yes your leg bones were shared to pieces with a lot of internal bleeding your Nevers weren't connected either I'm surprised you manage to push through the pain" the doctor said in shock standing up "you should rest we'll call in gem to come and heal you some more..who knows if your lucky you can be discharged in two days" he said leaving. Lex looked down swinging her legs a bit "there's that bad feeling again..I need to go make sure everything is o-" she couldn't finish her sentence after being whacked with a massive amount of pain-causing her to pass out...

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Everyone got home to a surprise that night. “Julianna looked around the mansion in shock “what happened here,” she said in shock the mansion was a mess there were blood patches everywhere. Shu sniffed around “that's Viktor and Elias blood I smell” he sai quitely “what!” devon shouted quickly rushing to his sister's room noticing the doors broken “Elisa?” he looked in her room seeing scratch marks and bloodstains, his breathing became uneven. It soon hit him she was taken. Julianna looked around noticing there was a big blood puddle “it isn't like Viktor to up and leave like that...unless he was taken too” she said in disbelief “where’s azusa..” ruki said “kanato’s missing too” laito added “was it the same person who took star and amaniz” reiji question as the front door slammed open “WHERES ANYA!!” Subaru shouted in a panicked state with Tenshi following right after him

 “huh, you couldn't find her either huh,” ayato said “not to mention valla and athenia are missing too,” Tenshi said trying to calm her breathing. “We should head out to the others and make sure their saf-” glasses didn't even get a chance to speak when pandora kicked the front door open “WHERES GREMLY AND TCUP!!” 

she screamed with furfur right behind her “them too huh?” cole said walking through the busted up doors with Elina right behind him "manu and soon-bok went missing too" Elina sighed "so someone's targeting all of us" Simon said causing most of them to jump from his random appearance "so who do we know who could be doing this?" Lys asked

"I say chara.. she's the only one of us that can beat any of us easy without dying.." Devon mumbled in a rotten mood "who the hell is Chara" Pandora asked "I'll explain on our way back to the hospital" Devon's said walking out the door, with the others slowly following behind him.

[JFC YALL HAVE TO MANY OCS 

#wee-devil-three #nerida #oc's of friends #too many things to fucking tagg #animeislife54 #auntiesakamaki #god to many things too tagg #btw the art got sloppy cuz my thing kept crashing so i just gave up #GOOD THIS TOOK TOO LONG AND ITS ONLY PART ONE JFC

[yumeironogenesis]

[Drama CD] Re: Phantom of the Masquerade Part 2: Shadow and Light

Part 1 |  Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 

get ready for some good food. Under the cut!

Sousei: *typing* Since it’s a reshowing, we can re-use the old outfits and setpieces to push back the budget. And then we can emphasize on advertising…

Kyoya: *from behind the door* Sousei? Sorry, my hands are full, can you open the door?

Sousei: Kyoya? *walks over and opens the door* What’s up?

Kyoya: Thanks, you saved me. *walks and puts down boxes* Phew, I was just passing by the back entrance when the deliveryman came and handed me this. *starts rummaging the box* These are fanletters… this shoebill doll is probably for Iori. You got some coffee beans, Sousei.

Sousei: *opens his package* Oh, these are some high-quality beans. Did they go looking for this for me? I feel kind of bad, but knowing someone’s supporting us like this makes me happy.

Kyoya: Yeah. And to answer to those feelings, we have to put on a good performance.

Sousei: Yes… Are Iori and the others still at the practice room? We better hand these over to them.

Kyoya: They said they’ll be watching a DVD of our first Phantom performance, so they’re probably still there. They probably have some thoughts to share after reading the renewed script. Do you want to join us if you can afford to take a break?

Sousei: Ah, I’d like to, but I still have work to do.

Kyoya: I see… don’t overdo it.

Sousei: I’m fine, this is just as usual. Besides, I can’t trust anyone else with the budgeting.

Kyoya: No, that’s not it… You seemed kinda weird at the reading today so I’m worried… *sits down*

Sousei: Huh?

Kyoya: I thought you might be busying yourself to make it seem like you’re alright.

Sousei: Oh… heh. I knew it. I can’t trick you. *sits next to Kyoya*

Kyoya: Is it about the reshowing?

Sousei: Yeah… I didn’t think people would choose to see that again.

Kyoya: … Really?

Sousei: I thought they’d choose between your Princess Kaguya or Iori’s Like A Spring Night’s Dream. Since you two are the star actors of the company.

Kyoya: Are you telling me… you don’t have the confidence to play the Phantom?

Sousei: Confidence, huh? It’d be great if it were something that simple. To me, Phantom of the Masquerade is special. You know that, right?

Kyoya: Yeah. It was something my dad passed on to you after all.

Sousei: Back then, I was troubled about the state of my acting. Without Asahina-sensei’s words, I don’t think I would have been able to move forward. I haven’t forgotten his words, even now. He said, “Phantom, Adan, shields himself with complex emotions. He is a role that expresses darkness but radiates light. You’re the only one who can play this role, Sousei.”

Kyoya: Yeah. When I first read this script, I thought the same thing. Dad must have had a clear image of you standing on that stage.

Sousei: That’s why it makes me axious.

Kyoya: Eh?

Sousei: I wonder, can I play the role like Asahina-sensei imagined it?

Kyoya: Sousei…

Sousei: *sighs*

Kyoya: Isn’t the answer on the poll results?

Sousei: The poll?

Kyoya: Yup. The audience wants to see you playing the Phantom again. They want to meet Adan again, that’s why they chose it. To them, it was an impactful performance. And of course, it was to me as well.

Sousei: To you, too?

Kyoya: One day at practice, Dad said, “Your acting as the supporting role will decide whether Sousei’s Phantom will come alive.”

Sousei: He said such a thing…?

Kyoya: Your Adan and my Louis. The two of them are like light and shadow. When the light is too strong, the shadow disappears, and if it’s too dim, it will be eaten up by the shadow. In the last act, The Eternal Mask, Adan decided to live as Louis, who had been killed, for his beloved heroine.

Sousei: You’re right. It’s the only scene where you play as Adan, Kyoya. Well, as Adan pretending to be Louis.

Kyoya: That was very difficult. I was acting while thinking desperately about your feelings as Adan. If I mess up your Adan just a little bit, the last scene will be ruined. Even now, I’m worried.

Sousei: This is the first time I’m hearing this.

Kyoya: Haha, of course, this is the first time I ever told you. I’m sure everyone’s anxious too. We have to meet the audience’s expectations. But we aren’t alone. So, let’s share our fears and our joys.

Sousei: *mumbling* Heh, you really are my light.

Kyoya: Huh, what was that?

Hinata: *comes in* So-sei! Can I ask for advice?

Sousei: Hinata… Weren’t you watching the DVD with everyone?

Hinata: Yup! And while watching I thought of new designs! Wanna make new merch for the encore show?

Sousei: Merchandise? But the budget to make new merchandise is…

Hinata: Fufufu! I been knew, so I did some research! Look at this site! If we order from here we can get stuff cheaper than usual!

Sousei: 70% gross profit margin? That means our returns would be… Are you sure we can make it with our funds?

Hinata: We can!! Come on, we can, right? Hey, hey, Kyo-chin! What do you think of these designs?

Kyoya: It’s good, very Phantom-like… Hm, they might be a bit too plain.

Hinata: Hm… I wanted to give it a gothic, lacy design too but… I dunno if it’s…. a-ok on the funding side of things.

Sousei: *sighs* Alright, I’ll reallocate our funds.

Hinata: For real? Hell yeah! I knew you could, So-sei. Your glasses are shiny today too!

*bling*

Sousei: Of course, I clean them every single day. Besides, they say that stains on your glasses will dirty your spirit.

Hinata: …What? Never heard that before.

Sousei: Eh?

Kyoya: I’ve also never heard of that… or maybe I have? …Sorry.

Sousei: Eh?

 to be continued...

Yall!!! KYOSEI!!! I’m LIVING. KYOYA! IS! SOUSEI’S! LIGHT! Hehe, thanks for reading! I hope it brought a smile on your face!

Buy me a coffee!

#yumecast #yumeiro cast #translation #cd: re phantom

[petertingle-yipyip]

Runaway-Klaus Mikaelson

//anon request: Hey, can you do klaus mikaelson imagine where y/n comes to mystic falls to hide from hunters that want to kill her(she is werewolf) and ask tyler for help, they talk but klaus suddenly comes and interrupts them. Then he is really interested in her and so on. Hope it wasnt too much, thanks😃//

//pairings: werewolf!reader x tyler (platonic), werewolf!reader x Klaus (flirty?) warnings: mention of death, flirty Klaus, protective tyler, Teen Wolf references (heh heh) yall, I wrote this in like an hour. sorry if it's kinda bleh//

"Tyler!" You said happily as you met him at the front steps. You wrapped your arms around him and he hugged you tightly. "Thank God I found you!" You mumbled into his shoulder.

"It's alright, Y/N/N." He said in response, using your childhood nickname and lazily hanging an arm around your shoulders to lead you inside. "You're safe here. Wanna tell me what happened?"

You two sat on the couch facing each other. The house was empty save for you two, so you felt that you could be honest.

You and Tyler went way back, like elementary school. You knew you were both wolves from a young age, but neglected mentioning it to Tyler since he never knew. Before high school started, your mom decided to move the family to California so you lost touch with Tyler.

You were pretty much forced to reach out when a family of hunters decided to come after you. You used to live in a town named Beacon Hills with a few other wolves. But once the Argent family found out your secret, you had to run.

You had no idea whether they followed you, or had contacts to watch for you so you laid low, only contacting Tyler when you absolutely had to.

"Okay, so you know how I moved to California a few years back?" You began, constantly looking to the door as if someone was going to bust in and haul you to your execution.

"Yeah, that sucked." He recalled with a slight laugh, making you smile a little. "Where'd you go to anyways? Los Angeles?"

"I wish." You rolled your eyes. "Beacon Hills. I was hanging out with this little pack but then this family of hunters-" You tried to explain when a voice suddenly echoed through the house.

You jumped to your feet, ready to defend yourself and Tyler, since you dragged into your mess. Tyler stood up with you, placing a hand on your shoulder to signal that it was okay. A low growl resonated in your chest as your ground your teeth together slightly.

"And who is this?" The voice said. You saw who the voice belonged to and you were taken back.

He was actually really hot?? He radiated power, strength, confidence. He radiated alpha qualities. Admttedly, you were interested and you could tell he was too. The way his eyes scanned your figure, noting the intensity of your stare and the tension locked into your muscles.

"What do you want, Klaus?" Tyler sighed in annoyance.

"Klaus?" You questioned. "Klaus Mikaelson? The Original? The hybrid?"

"The one and only." He smirked.

"No shit." You whispered before dropping back on the couch with Tyler. "Anyways, so this family of hunters-"

"And who might you be, Love?" Klaus interrupted again, coming around the couch and sitting on the coffee table.

"Klaus." Tyler said, trying to draw the hybrid's attention. It didn't work too well. Klaus raised in eyebrows in acknowledgement but didn't turn his head. "Go away."

"Y/N." You said simply. "Now go away. I came to Tyler for help, not you."

"You think the little Lockwood can help you?" Klaus joked, trying to keep a smile back.

"More than you could." You laughed and Tyler snickered beside you.

"I could do more for you than Tyler ever could." He said lowly. It was kinda hot actually. You figured this could be fun with Klaus and yes it was.

You glanced at Klaus' lap and then Tyler's for emphasis and shook your head. "No, you can't." You teased.

Tyler relaxed against the back of the couch, a proud smirk on his face. Klaus shook his head with a challenging expression.

"Would you like proof?" He offered.

"Gross." Tyler mumbled.

"Yeah, I'm with Tyler on this one." You said with a shrug of your shoulders. You leaned back against Tyler and shooed Klaus away.

He stared at you intently so you crossed your arms and quirks an eyebrow in challenge. You tried to hold back your smirk but it slipped out. Klaus chuckled lightly before leaving the room. Little did you know, Klaus had set his mind to a date with you before the week ended.

The next day, after Tyler let you crash at his place, you headed to the Grill. The town was pretty much the same way you remembered it to be, same people doing the same things. Only real change was that Caroline and Elena were vampires, Bonnie was a witch, and the Mikaelsons were around.

"Something wicked this way comes." Elena rolled her eyes, leaving the table you two were sitting at to catch up, allowing Klaus to take her seat.

"Hello Love." He said kindly.

"Hey, Kyle." You replied nonchalantly. "Oh wait, that's not right. Kaleb? No, Ken? No, wait, I got this. Oh, that's right! Klaus." You teased.

"Very funny." He said with mock amusement. "You're not a vampire." He said plainly.

"Nope." You said, allowing your lips to make the 'p' pop.

"So you must be a werewolf. That's how you know Tyler." He said, nodding in agreement to his own statement.

"Look at you, solving my origin." You rolled your eyes. You enjoyed these little conversations with Klaus. You could be witty and a bit rude and he would laugh it off, continuing the banter.

"Well, it wasn't that complicated." He teased.

"Because you are?" You laughed. "Let me guess, daddy issues?" You quirked an eyebrow.

"Hmm." He grumbled. "Trust issues, paranoia, and let see..." He noted about you.

"Clever." You nodded. "And almost spot on."

"What did I miss?" He smirked.

"Bite me." You said in a sultry voice, leaning over the table and tracing your fingers down his chest.

"I can do more than that." He whispered.

"Bye, Klaus." You mumbled, pulling away and skipping over to Tyler at the bar.

The next day, he found you on Tyler's couch. He plopped down next you so you threw your legs over his lap so you stayed comfortable.

"Y/N?" He asked.

"Yes Klaus?" You said, not looking away from your phone.

"How much can you take?" He said vaguely.

"What does that even mean?" You laughed, dropping your phone onto your stomach.

"How much can you take?" He repeated.

"Uh, I don't know." You said with a shrug. "My last boyfriend, super hot lacrosse player named Brett, choked me while we were in the bedroom. Kinda hot. Oh, and he liked to tie my wrists up. It was hell but oh my god, it was worth it."

He shook his head and tapped his knuckle against your thigh. "That's not exactly what I meant, Love." He laughed.

"Huh. Okay. What did you mean then?" You asked, scooting up in your seat a little.

"How much of this banter can you take?" He clarified. "Before you cave to your desires?"

With a new idea in your head, you pushed yourself up and leaned close to him. You grabbed his shirt front and spoke very seriously.

"You're right.. . Klaus, I can't take it anymore. I need you, right now. I want you." You spoke lowly. A moment or two passed and you both laughed loudly.

"You could just ask me out, you know?" You said, leaning back into your original spot.

"How about dinner, tonight?" He offered.

"You know, I have plans tonight." You joked. "But I can rearrange my schedule for you."

He smiled slightly, gently placing a kiss on the back of your hand.

"Really?" Tyler groaned as he entered the room, throwing a pillow at you. "Gross, Y/N."

"I just escaped hunters, Ty. Let me live." You retorted, throwing the pillow back at him.

#tvd imagine #tvd #the originals #vampire diaries #vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries #the originals imagine #to imagine #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikealson imagine #klaus imagine #klaus x reader #niklaus imagine #niklaus x reader #tyler lockwood #tyler x reader #tyler lockwood imagine

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11/11/11 Tag Game (again!)

aaaand i’ve also been tagged by @fluffythewritingplant​ for a different set of questions!!! you have a lot of questions huh HAHA but they sound fun so thanks for tagging me in this! <3 1. What is your favorite part of writing? characters! characters interacting!! characters doing things! character dialogues!! characters characters characters! 2. Do you prefer reading or writing? HA i haven’t read a novel in a while. but yea i like them both but... yknow. how bout reading my own writing. i’m narcissistic like that  3. How many people have read your stuff? since the next question is specifically about irl, i’m assuming this is about online??? well, i guess all of yall on tumblr have seen my snippets and excerpts right heh (blatant advertising here) (also in case yall don’t know how i differentiate them, snippets are drabbles that i write outside of my main wip and excerpts come directly from the wip draft itself heh) so yea, all of you!! <3 (i guess?????) 4. How many people irl have read your stuff? kinda mentioned this in my previous 11/11/11 tag, but not much. if it’s school stuff then yea, but if it’s my own personal stuff, not really. maybe like a handful in the past, but right now in the present? no one has read my current wip as of yet. 5. Are there any books or movies that inspired your writing? hmmMMMm. in general i guess studio ghibli (in how they make the mundane little everyday stuff magical, i love that), percy jackson (humour lol), mmmm... i actually really don’t know. i’ve been writing for a long time, so i think everything probably just accumulated and it just culminates in this mess that i call my own brand of writing. my friends (who have read my work in the past) say that i actually have a style -- i’m not sure how true that is HAHA but that’s good to know, but i really have no idea what in particular inspired it. 6. How many WIPs do you have? One (or is it two??? but they are of the same... universe-thing.) OKAY like i’ve finished my first draft of my main novel called like all things out of season, and now i’m working (well, barely) on the companion novel so yea.  floating in my head are about three vague forms of ideas though. one of which i have tried numerous times to write but never finished, another is something that i’m like ooooo i’ll write it right after i finish my current one (guess that ain’t happening), and the last is the most vague, most formless one that i just kinda have a feel on but not rly. 7. What are some ideas you had to throw away because you just didn’t have the time to work on them? i’m sure i’ve lost a lot over the years, especially because my memory sucks. also, since my memory sucks... do you expect me to remember these lost ideas??? 8. Have you ever written any poetry? Wanna show some of your stuff? the first time i ever touched poetry was two years ago for a creative writing class. they all kinda suck... do i want to show my stuff??? hmmmmm.... let me take a peek at what i’ve written then well it is pretty cringe but if you wanna read it (scroll through if you don’t want a cringe fest)

(1. don’t ask me about the formatting, idk why i did it this way  2. i think the assignment was... okay who am i kidding, idk what the assignment was about. but i think i just thought it’d be interesting to do a poem using like chinese mythology or something like that. speaking of which, the AU that i wanna write of my novel is kinda also about chinese mythology hmmm... did i say too much) 9. What’s your favorite line/scene you’ve ever written (several are possible of course)? i don’t have a favourite line, but for a scene... i’ve mentioned this somewhere else before (in response to an ask i think), but there was this really important scene that i knew, even before starting my novel, that i had to write and it was simply about this man telling them a story. and i had no idea what i’d write, how it’ was going to play out and everything, but then it came out so beautifully and evocative even though while writing i had no idea what i was doing and i actually felt what i was meant to feel in that story and i just lkjkdlfkjsdlfkd i have a lot of feelings to that  and i can’t show it to yall cuz it’s like, the first main turning point of the story. right after that scene was this kinda sleepover-ish scene with Shou and Jun and i loved writing that too because shou was adorable and excited and jun was understandably not impressed and yknow, it was kinda important too in the whole state of things. OF COURSE before that i enjoyed writing the scene where almost all of them (except the female yu) converged together in the noisies’ place and just had a whole lot of mess and fun yeah that entire portion was great because they all happened kinda altogether at once. 10. What’s your favorite quote i don’t think i have one 11. What’s your favorite quote by someone you know? well it’s not my favourite, but it’s the most iconic one that i can remember right now. we were predrinking before going to a club and one of my friends bought vodka, which yknow tastes like nail varnish and is just terrible (i mean... even if you like vodka... you gotta admit, it feels like it can melt your throat off) while others bought like ~~ wine~~ and stuff and she was like “well we just wanna get drunk right so might as well jump straight into it” and that line stuck with me ever since. girl’s got her priorities straight. (if this makes me seem like i like drinking, i really don’t. and i hate wine HAHA) 12. What’s your favorite book? you are a devil. also. no, ain’t answering that. thank you, next. 13. Which book do you regret reading? i had a bunch of them when i was younger, but... i don’t really remember right now. really 14. Is there something you regret writing? when i was younger i once wrote something in the pov of a cat. do i regret it? no.  it was really stupid though. 15. If your OC’s were actual people in your life, what would your relationship be like? oh ho ho. zhen would be the laziest friend ever and i’d probably be really annoyed at her because it’ll be impossible to go out and hang out with her, but yknow what? i’m basically the same.

shou would be annoying in a different way, he’ll be so overly-excited and energetic that i’ll just be like... stop. and he’s the sort who’ll go around talking to random strangers on the street and as a massive unsociable introvert, i’ll be drowning there in my shyness and inability to talk as he goes out yammering and yammering about who knos what (true story, i have a friend as sociable as him. even when we’re talking to mutual acquaintances, i’m just there. a statue, meant to decorate the setting in which she’s in) i can’t communicate with kids, so i’ll probably be really really awkward with lu. like really. maybe i’ll talk to him a little bit, but i can foresee it to be a very uncomfortable interaction, at least on my part. lol yu(f). i don’t think i can talk to her either. she’s too stressed out and working too hard and i don’t like to bother people like that, especially if we aren’t friends yet. ren would be really easy to talk to, he’s just so laidback and chill and nice, like he’s probably the kind of classmate you’ll just end up casually talking to when you meet on the way to class or on the way out from class. i don’t know if we’ll actually become friends, but we’ll end up being at least friendly acquaintances. i think i’d probably avoid teng in real life. he’s way too loud and dramatic and remember, i’m an introverted girl who doesn’t like to have attention on herself... and with him, yknow you’re gonna get all the attention. likewise with jun, you’re gonna get so much attention with him. but i think i could be friends with him tbh. he acts aloof and is pretty snarky and prickly but once i get past that (if i ever do, which to be frank i might not), i think we could be friends. i probably won’t be friends with yu (m) because he’s that strong silent type and unless i’m made to sit with him in class, i probably won’t ever start up a conversation with him. i most likely wouldn’t be friends with jia because she’s the really attractive, popular type yknow? she’s a nice person and i’d probably be friends with her IF we ever spoke to one another, but considering chances of that are low, i don’t think we’d end up friends. i’m reusing the above questions ^ and tagging a few more people @insearchof-solace (sorry tagging you back just because i want to know your answer for the last one HAHA) @usuallydecentwriter @sunnydaysarealwaysgrey @farrradays

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