banshee-44, according to... well, me.

really the only things that irk me about his design are his colors and his outfit, primarily the latter. considering how filthy his workshop is, and how gruff and grumpy he seems, i'd expect to find this guy elbow deep in gun parts 24/7. he gives mechanic vibes ya know? dingy and covered in oil and grease and scraped up to hell from working with his hands for traveler-knows-how-many decades. those bright colors and swaddling clothes just don't suit his personality, i think. he gives "personable, tough-love bartender", if that makes sense. like you could lean on his counter late at night and get into those deep conversations, really talk about some serious stuff. ya know? ya know?!?!?!?!

also that thousand-yard stare. i know this guy's been through a lot, if anyone should space out it's him, but. damn.

anyway. i just think this version is more pleasing, idk about y'all. just though i'd share. i love banshee-44 regardless. love you banshee, 'preciate ya.

Drabble: A Crisis of Chocolates and Love

Valentines Day. Oh, what an occasion, it is. The smell of sweets and affection linger in the air like a heavy fog that was far too heavy to lift. A time for friends and romantics alike to empty out their hearts to those who they’ve fallen head over heels for. Giving each other confections so sweet it that could rot a thousand teeth, engaging in skip ship with hugs, hand-holding and plenty other forms of holding themselves against each other, and then finishing things off with gentle, yet meaningful kisses. 

For those who have any semblance of confidence, this would be a time for celebration! Youthful teenagers with their hearts ablaze going out to buy matching clothing, watching movies, spending time at the park and watching as the brilliant sun illuminates over them like a spotlight, or even baking meals for each other.

However, in the case of a particular guitarist--

“ Ughhhhhhhhh... “

It felt more akin to being slapped in the face. Seriously, how could normal people do this kind of thing without freaking out!? Revealing all of your flaws to the people you trust the most, laying bare all of your dirty secrets for your friends and the world to see... That’s no different than a public execution! If that ever happened to her, she’d die! Shrivel up, turn into dust, and pathetically float away into the upper atmosphere, becoming one with the clouds and acting as the catalyst for a terrible and depressing storm.

Needless to say, Valentines Day was an occasion that Hitori Gotou would much rather spend in the comfort of her household all by her lonesome, ignoring the harsh reality that she could never be a part of the that rose-scented world of romance and affection.

That is...until now. You see, normally, the pinkette would be on her guitar, working on lyrics or recording covers for her channel. That was her norm, something she COULD feel confident about. Having a routine like that comforted her like a warm blanket, shielding her from the merciless storms of doubt and self-pity that threatened to overwhelm her in a flood of pain and despair. 

However, instead of delegating herself to said routine, she was too busy screaming into her bed’s pillows, her hands clenched tighter than ever before as she held her blanket in a death grip. Now, why is she currently freaking out like a deranged banshee, you may ask? Well, it’s quite simple!

Before the time of Kessoku Band, Hitori had been whole-heartedly certain that the feeling of love for another would never find itself in her heart. Outside of the familial love she showed for the her parents, sibling and dog, any other type of affection would forever remain a stranger to her lonely self.

After the band had become a part of her life, though--she had been a left total wreck. It’s just...it’s not fair! It’s not fair at all! She had no right to be feeling like this for any of the people who dedicated themselves to dragging her out of her shell. They were stars, brilliant beings of endless potential that deserved to shine on and mark themselves in the book of history for all future generations to see and look up to. In contrast, she was nothing more than a pathetic little water flee. A bundle of anxiety that struggles to even hold a conversation with a classmate. Someone who turns to dust at the idea of wearing anything other than her track suit. Simeone who explodes at the mention of attaching her identity to a social media account, to be left unprotected by the mask of anonymity. Someone...who never had any right getting as far as she did.

And yet, despite all that--they cared for her. Took her out of the shadows and right onto the stage. 

To Hitori, it was like being on an endless roller coaster. A ride that she couldn’t get off, no matter how many times she tried to undo the buckle. Her feet were glued to the floor, incapable of escaping no matter how many times she tried to convince herself that this couldn’t work. She was just going to drag them all down, and it would’ve been all her fault.

Instead, to her utter shock and surprise...she found herself not wanting to get off. The attention, the love, the adventure, it’s like a gift that she never even knew she wanted, but wouldn’t replace it for anything else in this endless and vast world. It was like a drug.

Nijika, Kita, Ryo--they all worked so hard to give her life a new meaning. To push her to try new things. To be the anchors that held her down, no matter how many times the harsh winds of anxiety tried to blow her away.

Nijika, the band’s drummer...she led her away from the cold and lonely swing set, inviting her to join in on the path to becoming a true rock star. Her determination to see her dream come true inspired Hitori like nothing ever had before.

Kita, the band’s vocalist and secondary guitarist...she acted as the physical embodiment of sunshine, energy and confidence. A pillar of support that Hitori could always lean on, no matter how hard things got. Someone who always pushed her to try new things, even if it didn’t always work out.

Ryo, the band’s bassist...quiet (and a bit bad with money), the blue-haired rocker never failed to wow Hitori at every turn. Despite her relaxed nature, the guitarist could easily see just how much she truly cared for her bandmates. Even if her habits of asking for money often left Hitori with an empty wallet, she would never ask for anyone to take her place.

All three of them are absolutely amazing people, that she couldn’t see herself living without.

However, that same affection is the entire reason she’s currently melting down, just like a PC that had a whole bucket of water tossed on top of it. You see, Hitori, after years of making herself out to be an expert at avoiding tricky situations like this...had finally gotten caught. Stung by the aggressive and merciless insect known as the love bug... She loved them. Not in a way suited for friends, or even best friends. No, it was something far beyond. that.

The catch, though...said bug had three stingers. She was in love with not one, not two...but all THREE of them!

“ Kill meeeeee nowwwwwwwwwww! “ She’d screech out, voice muffled from being buried into her harshly abused pillow. To put it simply, she currently felt like scum. Like a piece of trash on the sidewalk. ‘Great going, me! You come this far, and now you’re going to ruin the only friendship you ever had with your stupid, stupid feelings! Bet you feel real great, huh?’ She’d think, mentally berating herself for being so selfish.

...She doesn’t even know how to bake chocolate, either. This. Is. The. WORST! 

Still, even if she knows that she shouldn’t say anything, that she shouldn’t risk anything doing something that could destroy everything that her friends worked so hard for...the pain in her heart refused to let up, threatening to pile on until it eventually crushed her, whole. If she didn’t let these feelings out, she felt like was going to pass out.

In all of her eighteen years of existence, she never felt more lost than she ever has now.

--Once she’d finally decided to give her poor bed a rest from the brutal wrath of her tantrum, she’d let out a tired sigh.

This is a mistake. This is a VERY big mistake. The worst in history, in fact! She knows that for a fact.

Slowly turning the knob to her bedroom door, she’d make her way to the kitchen. On her phone, she’d pull up a video on how to make a supersized bundle of chocolates...and how to deal with feelings for multiple people in a healthy manner.

“ Hehehe...what am I even doing? “

Can I please have scenarios or headcanons on how bnha characters (any that you like) would handle dealing with a ghost with their s/o who totally believes in the supernatural? Thank you in advance

I absolutely love this idea! As a firm believer of the supernatural myself, there was absolutely no way I could delay this response. So here you go!

How They And Their S/O Would Deal With Ghosts

💥This guy has only seen or heard about ghosts and spirits from horror movies. That’s all he cares about them. If they’re not in a movie, they have no existence. Of course, every time he says something along those lines, you roll your eyes and laugh to yourself at his blatant lack of attention to the supernatural.

💥You’ve tried, many times to prove just how real they were. And every single time it would go like this:

💥”I’m telling you, Katsuki, I’ve had experiences with them. You just don’t think they’re real becuase you haven’t.”

💥”Your experiences are just things you don’t want to give logical explanations to, dumbass.”

💥His point is proved further when nothing happens. And nothing happened for days after the last time you two had the repetitive conversation.

💥One day, as Katsuki woke up before you, he got out of bed and proceeded to go about his completely non-paranormal life. After giving you a light kiss on your forehead, he went downstairs to start preparing breakfast.

💥He stopped mid-stair though, as he heard another pair of feet pattering down the stairs behind him at a much quicker and softer pace. At first he thought it was you that had gotten up earlier than usual to spend more time with him in the mornings. He turned around to greet you with a smirk, his face falling slightly when he saw no one around.

💥Paying it no mind, he finished descending the stairs, and continued into the kitchen.

💥In the middle of sautéing vegetables, Katsuki reached out to grab the bottle of olive oil that sat on the counter to his left. He froze mid reach as he saw the barstool behind him rotate as if someone were sitting there out of the corner of his eye.

💥”Oh hell, no.” He still refused to take into account anything you’ve said about the matter.

💥Twenty minutes later, you were downstairs and eating breakfast, in the barstool next to the one that moved. You watched in curiosity as Katsuki leaned against the counter in front of you, crimson eyes darting from the empty seat then to you, then back again.

💥You were concerned, to say the least. “Katsuki, are you alright? You’re acting weird. Come sit down.”

💥He only shook his head and took a deep breath, looking you in the eyes. “Tell me about everything you know about ghosts. Now.”

💥And so you did. You told him everything you’ve been trying to tell him since you’ve known each other. The only difference was that this time, he was actually listening as if it were real and not a story.

💥When you finished he shook his head. “Look, I still don’t believe in this ‘ghost’ stuff, but-“ crash!

💥You’re heads snapped over to the source of the sound, your eyes settling on the plate that used to be next to Katsuki. It was now shattered on the floor, the pieces spreading out farther than the counter span. You knew Katsuki was freaking out but concealing it on the outside.

💥You couldn’t help but smile at your husband as his eyes still focused on the broken dish. “Don’t belive me now? We both know that dish was no where near the edge.”

💀Dabi would be disbelieving, but open to conversation. People talk about anime, right? It’s not real but makes for great small talk. He’d also be stupid. Very, very stupid.

💀The day he walked into the League of Villain’s hideout with an Ouija board under his arm, you thought he’d finally lost his mind.

💀”Are you crazy? Do you know the kind of stuff that happens when you use one of those things? You don’t know what you’re letting in!” You tried to reason with him, even coming up with ways to dispose of it without his knowledge. Unfortunately for you, he knew what you were up to and hid it.

💀”Oh come on. It’s just a little fun,” he teased you one night when he bagan setting it up in the center of your shared room. “What’s the worst that happen?”

💀”Asking ‘is anybody there’ is the stupidest thing you can do becuase thats inviting anything to come into the space. Secondly, you don’t know how to protect yourself against that kind of thing. The worst that can happen is possession, Dabi.” You scolded, leaning against the wall farthest from the board.

💀”Relax, Doll. I have someone in mind, actually. He didn’t really matter much, but I picked this from his wallet,” he reached into his pocket and tossed an ID card in your general direction. “See? Perfectly fine.”

💀It was not perfectly fine. You reluctantly joined him in the game, placing your fingers on the planchette, cringing with every subtle movement the burnt boy made. Because you didn’t want to do this in the first place, you let Dabi carry out the ‘ritual’.

💀As you would’ve guessed, the moment Dabi’s target was acquired, the planchette began moving, much to your dismay. Slowly, the letters formed a sentence. ‘You killed me.’

💀You shot a glare at your boyfriend. “What the hell did you do? Did you seriously just kill a man to contact him?”

💀He shrugged. “I caught the guy stealing from the convenience store, he had to go.”

💀”YOU STEAL FROM CONVENIENCE STORES!”

💀After you both said ‘goodbye’, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. It practically consumed you as the next hours passed, your eyes always finding themselves back to the abandoned board that still laid on the floor.

💀”WHAT THE FUCK!?” Dabi shouted from the bathroom, his voice one of surprise and confusion. You darted into the small room, expecting a prank left by Twice or blood left by Toga (it happens), and to be pretty honest, you were expecting this too. From the mirror, you could see eight distinct and parallel scratches on his back, too fresh and too deep not to be ignored.

💀Without a word, you bounded over to the closet and wrenched the doors apart with a set purpose. Pushing clothes out of the way, you pulled out an old chest you stored wherever you stayed. Opening the wooden box, you pulled out a match and a bundle of juniper and sage. Lighting the end of the dried herbs, and opening the nearest window, you let the smoke drift to all corners of the room.

💀Dabi watched in confusion and amusement as you walked towards him and started waving the herbs around him, cleansing him as well as the room.

💀”Y/N.”

💀“What, Dabi?”

💀”We should do it in a graveyard next time. This Halloween.”

💀”Fucking Samhain? Are you out of your goddamn mind?!”

💀He believes in ghosts now, so you had that going for ya.

🥦Midoriya would be skeptical about it. As someone who never rules out any possibilities, he has a wide range of knowledge towards that kind of thing. You never knew if someone had a quirk that could control the spirits of the dead.

🥦When you told Izuku that you see dead people, he honestly thought you were quoting The Sixth Sense. You were, in a way. In the same way you were being serious.

🥦You sat on the couch in the living room, remote in hand as you got ready to start a Marvel movie marathon when your fiancé got back from the store downtown. He got called in when someone was murdered just outside, appearing to have been trying to steal some food and magnets. Why someone would try to steal magnets from the convenience store was beyond you.

🥦Sighing, you settled into the cushions, and turned on the TV. Soon you began playing Netflix as you waited. You felt the couch dip next to you. No one was home but you, and you hadn’t heard Izuku get back yet. This was the time she came out.

🥦You faced the girl that sat next to you with a smile. “Looking for Izuku?” She nodded. “He’s not home right now, but you’re welcome to stay with me until he gets back if you like.” She thought for a minute, running a hand through her long hair, then nodded again.

🥦You scrolled through various shows until she pointed at one that sparked her interest. You began playing ‘Supernatural’, watching her reaction to each of the Winchester Brother’s ghostly adventures. “What, it’s not accurate? There’s got to be something that’s right.” You teased.

🥦The girl laughed, the sound never reaching your ears, and shook her head, continuing the show anyway.

🥦A couple episodes later, you heard the sound of keys turning in the lock, signaling your fiancé’s return. You turned to warn the girl, but she was already gone. She liked Izuku, but she was shy; something you learned upon meeting her. “He wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, you know.” You told her in a low voice as Izuku stepped into the house.

🥦He gave you a smile. “Hey, sorry for being gone so long,” he held up a plastic bag full of sweets. “They gave this to me as a thank you for helping them, so now we have even more marathon snacks.” Setting the bag on the counter, he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a firm, loving kiss to your forehead.

🥦”It’s fine, Izu. You weren’t gone that long. I had plenty of company.” You returned the hug, your last statement directed to the girl who was now peeking in from the doorway.

🥦The movie marathon was a blast. You nerded out, quoting almost every line from every movie you watched that night. The girl warmed up to Izuku, you noticed, as she sat on the floor in front of him almost as if she were nervous to sit next to him.

🥦”You can sit next to him, kid. He won’t mind.” You told her. Both pairs of eyes snapped up at your speech.

🥦Izuku looked around to see if there were any unknown guests, turning back to you when he saw none. “Uh, Y/N?”

🥦You ignored him and continued. “He’ll be nervous at first, but he’ll warm up to you. Go ahead. You were in this house long before we came here.”

🥦Izuku screeched like a banshee when he felt the couch sink next to him. Like he was a cartoon, he jumped into your arms, clutching you like he was afraid to lose you. The poor panicked boy didn’t know what to do.

🥦So, you began explaining all that you knew about your abilities, or extra quirk as he said. The girl never left, quite amused by the interaction. Izuku never really calmed down. Sure he’s prepared for it in his journals, but he never thought there would be a day.

🥦”I told you ‘I see dead people’.”

🥦”Y-yeah, I guess you did."

TRICK OR TREAT

Author: @jazminebrightxx

Pairing: Isaac lahey x fem! Reader

Warnings: curse words but mostly just fluff

Request: Oo could i please get an isaac lahey x reader fluffy one shot? Maybe it would be the readers first kiss or something and its with isaac and rly cute and all. Anything fluffy would be fine really! Thank you sm

Authors note: I wanted to get into the spirit with your requests I hope this is okay!! This is me clearing my drafts. I hope I did your request justice and sorry it’s late :(

Halloween was Y/N’s favorite time of year, the atmosphere in the streets filled her with seretonin and nostalgia. Growing up in beacon hills had its perks, the wether was never usually bad so trick or treating was always a go as a kid.

Y/N had a small but strong group of friends, the six friends had been through a lot together, the supernatural had made itself known in beacon hills, kanimas, werewolves, banshees the whole lot...all real.

Y/N found it hard to believe at times and sometimes she wished she never had gotten involved with it. But if it wasn’t for the supernatural, she wouldn’t have met quite a few of her friends.

Holidays were a chance for the pack to relax, they loved to celebrate at any change they get, Christmas, thanksgiving and now Halloween. Which is why Y/N stood in Lydia martins bedroom in a cop costume.

“I feel ridiculous” she pulled at the leather pants Lydia had let her borrow, the strawberry blonde smiled, giving the other girl in the room a knowing look “you look hot”

“Besides, the flyer said it’s mandatory to dress up” Alison added, fixing her lipstick in the mirror, she had opted for the grease look, sandy to be precise, Scott matching with her and going as Danny “I know but...it’s so tight”

“Y/N, it fits you like a glove.” Lydia started again, slapping Y/N’s hand when she pulled at the fabric again “stop, you look amazing, Isaac won’t know what hit him”

“Lydia...” Y/N started sitting down on Lydia’s bed “don’t ‘Lydia’ me, we all have eyes Y/N, we can see the chemistry” Y/N smiled lightly, she’d been seeing Isaac in private for about two weeks now, well...they were a thing...yeah it’s complicated. Let’s just say, Y/N liked Isaac...a lot.

“Enough chit chat, are we ready?” Lydia fixed the hairband on her head. Her costume was a matching Fred and daphne look with Stiles. The three girls grabbed their stuff and headed to the car.

The drive to the haunted house was quick enough, a couple minutes and they were pulling into the parking lot of the ‘haunted mansion’ “holy crap...that’s a big house” Y/N stared at the spooky themed mansion infront of them, surrounded with teens and decorations.

“Anyone nervous yet..?” Lydia smirked, Y/N gulped at the clowns outside, shaking off a dark feeling, she’d been through worse “nope”

“Good, let’s meet the guys”

***

They were late...as usual. The three boys in question. Scott, Stiles and Isaac always had a tendency to be late, now was no different “they said they were on the way 30 minutes ago where the hell are they!?” Lydia huffed as she watched teens leave the house, some laughing or some with terrified looks on their faces.

Y/N stared at the clowns and big spiders, shivers sending down her spine, the more she thought about it the more she didn’t want to go into the house. Taking her out of her thoughts, a cold hand places itself on her shoulder, she jumps back in surprise, a gasp leaving her lips. Isaac stood behind her, an orange jumpsuit hanging from his body as he smirked

“Did I scare you” his voice is filled with amusement. Y/N fixed herself, shaking her head “no...your hands are cold” Isaac looks at his hands, only now feeling the pinch of cold. “Huh, never noticed, sorry”

Scott and Stiles made their way up, laughing at eachother “okay! Who’s ready to get scared” Scott’s over enthusiastic demeanor didn’t go unnoticed, Alison just laughed, linking her arm with him “come on Danny, let’s go before you burst someone’s eardrum”

Stiles walked off with Lydia, giving issac a knowing wink and a quick smile sent at Y/N, which she returned. Isaac cleared his throat. “Uh...shall we?” Y/N smiled, nodding her head and following after him. The two made their way to the line.

Isaac noticed the nervous look on her face, rubbing her back, gaining her attention “nervous?” Y/N sighed, knowing she had to be honest since he’d know if she was lying “honestly, yeah. I’ve a pretty bad fear of clowns” He noticed her heartbeat had quickened a bit. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here the entire time, I’ll protect you” he smirked at his last sentence, making the girl feel slightly better, she smiled greatfully “thanks, Isaac”

The line went pretty quickly, plenty of teens running out of the house as fast as they could, Y/N was still nervous but knowing her friends...and Isaac were there made her feel better. Now, it was their turn, the six teens made their way into a dark hall, a small neon light at the end guiding them.

The first half of the house was easy enough, a few jump scares and screams coming from the actors in the hallways. Adrenaline pumped inside her veins, the further she went into the house, the closer she inched to Isaac. Then the pack was split up, Isaac and Y/N entered a room, a very scary and dark room. The hairs stood on the back of Y/N’s neck.

Just when her nerves had started to die down a loud scream rang in her ears and a hand reached out from behind the curtain, she looked over her shoulder to see a creepy girl with her hand on Y/N’s shoulder, she jumps back into Isaac “nice, creepy lady...nice lady”

Isaac grabbed hold of her hand, pulling her out of the room, both laughing hysterically. “Nice lady, nice lady” Isaac mocked her sharp tone, sending them both into another round of laughs before another scream was heard, a creepy looking man with scars running at them. The two ran down the hall, hand in hand. Stopping when they cut a corner. Isaac rested his hand on his heart, panting lightly. “I think my heart stopped”

The two continued down the hallways, a few more jumps and scares later and they were at the last room. “Okay, pretty harmless...” a loud chainsaw rings in the pairs ears, a scary man with a mask holding the tool over his head and laughing maniacally. This time, Y/N was the one to grab Isaac’s hand, dragging him at the speed of light out of the room and into the open.

The fresh air hit her skin and felt like she hadn’t felt it in years, she smiled breathlessly as she watched her friends all chatting. She gave Isaac a look, both making their way to the pack. “I think I had about seven minor heart attacks in there” Stiles was breatheless as he spoke in his usual spastic manner.

The pack chatted for a little longer before deciding to head back to Scott’s house for food. All making their way to their respective cars, before Y/N could get into the car, Isaac makes himself known. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

Alison and Lydia gave Y/N a knowing look “we’ll wait here” they smiled at the girl who nodded, heading off with Isaac. He took her behind a tree, she smiled again “you gonna kill me, Lahey?”

“The opposite, actually...” he rubbed the back of his neck with a smile. “Listen, Y/N. I really like you, and I have for a while now so...” Y/N looked at Isaac surprised, never really thinking she’d hear those words drop from his mouth, she smiled, confidence suddenly filling her. She lifted her face towards his, quickly connecting their lips. The kiss was soft, a sigh escaped from Isaac as he lifted his hand to hold her cheek.

Once they pulled apart, Isaac rested his head on hers a soft smile on his face “you didn’t let me finish” Y/N smiled and chuckled “when have I ever?” Isaac laughed, wrapping an arm around her and hugging her. “So does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?”

“Hmm, I’ll have to think about that one” Isaac rolled his eyes, shaking his head “of course, dummy”

——————

a kiss with peter in the rain late into the night after a hard study session in the café 💗

your light laugh mixed with the jingling of the small bell at the top of the cafe door as you pushed the door open and held it for peter to walk through. he couldn’t help the blush that stung his cheeks as he followed you through the door, your giggle sending chills up and down his spine.

the moment your feet stepped onto the sidewalk, the raindrops gently pelted you both as you immediately went to cover your head with your arms. the thing about peter parker was that he wore many, many layers. it was kind of his thing, and one of the many things you fell for.

as the rain beat down on him, peter had the sudden urge to throw his jacket over you, but the sight of you tilting your face up to the sky was so mesmerizing that he could hardly move. 

his book bag was weighing down his left shoulder as he walked, and his hand was starting to get sore from gripping the strap. but peter barely noticed the cramping of his fingers as your sleeve ever so lightly brushed against his. 

luckily for peter, you were just as smitten. you couldn’t get enough of his chocolate brown gaze as he shyly asked you a question, or his quiet laugh when you’d jokingly responded incorrectly. 

unluckily for peter, self doubt was blindfolding you both to the clear double-sided affection. but perhaps a cafe study date and a late night rain shower was just the thing to rip them off.

“thanks for helping me study,” you said gratefully for the fourth time that day. “you really didn’t have to.”

“no, it’s okay,” peter insisted, his right hand absentmindedly reaching up to dance through his slightly damp curls. he sucked his lip in between his teeth. “i’m sorry for taking so long, i didn’t anticipate this weather.” 

you smiled back, wrapping your arms around your shoulders. “i like the rain.”

the second peter saw you shiver, however, he instantly shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders without a second word from you. you blushed at the sudden warmth and hugged the soft material tighter around your shoulders, whispering a thank you.

peter’s cheeks flushed bright pink as he mumbled something. he still couldn’t believe it was his jacket draped over your shoulders as you walked, and his blush only intensified when he saw you snuggle into the cotton.

“your jacket’s nice,” you sighed contentedly. “but aren’t you cold?”

“y-you know, i-if you want, i-i’ll give you plenty more opportunities to wear my jacket.” the words rolled off his tongue before he even knew what he was saying, and he bit his lip almost immediately after they left his mouth. you stopped in your tracks and turned back to him, an undecipherable look on your face.

“not if you don’t want to,” peter said hurriedly, every fiber in his body willing him to stop talking. “i-i was just saying if you wanted to, i could lend you my jacket sometimes. not to be weird. u-unless you want it to be weird? that’s so stupid, why would you want it to be-”

you couldn’t take it anymore. you leaned up and captured his lips in a kiss, shutting him up in the most perfect way. peter’s eyes widened in surprise before he kissed back. 

as the rain fell into your hair and off your shoulders, his free hand reached up to ever so gently cup your cheek. you pulled away, slightly gasping for air as you did so. peter beamed as he brushed several strands of wet hair out of your face, the joy on his face undeniable.

“is it weird now?” you asked, a slow smile spreading across your face. 

peter let out a chuckle, his signature laugh warming your heart in the cold rain. “only if you want it to be, y/n/n.” 

you couldn’t help but laugh as you reached out for his hand, softly intertwining your fingers with his. “really like you,” you mumbled, your speech muffled slightly by peter’s comfy jacket.

peter bravely shuffled closer to you, readjusting his bag on his shoulder. he squeezed your hand, sending the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. “i really like you too.” 

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When You Get Hit With A Basketball

(N/N)- Nickname

Akaski:

You were waiting in the gym and watching to guys practice. You had your headphones on listening to Waiting for Sumperman and you had them low enough to hear what was going on, so you know when to cheer and clap for them. They were practicing passing drills when it happened. You saw the basketball flying towards you but it was to late and smacked you right in the face, and the force sent you backwards causing your butt to land in the place for feet in the second row.

"(F/N)!" A panicked yells sounds through the gym. It was the voice of your boyfriend Akaski Seijuro. You push yourself upwards and notice something warm and wet was dripping down you face onto your lip. Your hands reachs up to find blood; the basketball had caused a bloody nose. Also you figured there would be a bruise on your nose. "Are you ok?" Akaski asks and the rest of the team stands behind him worried. You move your hand away showing them the blood which was starting to cover more of your mouth. They looked shocked at first, but react quickly rushing to get tissues and something to get rid of the blood. Akaski sits next to you wrapping his arm around your shoulder rubbing your arm up and down.

"(N/N) here are tissues and a wet rag." Hayama say handing you the tissues and Akaski the wet rag. "Also sorry I wasn't paying attention and when Nebuya passed it, it hit you." He apologizes moving back and fourth on his feet nervously while Akaski gets rid of the blood on your mouth and under your nose and your hand.

"It's fine you didn't mean to. Don't worry about Hayama even the amazing and talented Rakuzan basketball team make mistakes. Plus I probably would have ran into something sooner or later getting a bloody nose." You say pressing one one the tissues to your nose.

"Thank you (N/N)!" He say happily giving you a quick hug and went to tell the rest of the team you were fine.

"You sure your ok (F/N)?" Akaski questions helping you up.

"Yeah, but I'm going to head to the girls locker room before I drip blood all over the floor." You grab the rest of the tissues and head to the locker room with Akaski following behind you. He decided not leave you until the blood stopped. To say the least he was slightly freaked when he saw you going crashing backwards and when he saw the blood.

Aomine:

You sat on the bleachers listening to music watching the baseball team practice. You were in your own world listening to Shut Up and Dance and you were singing quietly to yourself. You watch as Aomine makes a basket and you cheer and clap for him. That is when it all goes down hill from there; Aomine was working on passing when he passed it to far to the right. You saw it coming, but you had no chance to react. The basketball was headed straight for you. You felt it slamming into your stomach and you doubled over in pain collapsing to the floor. You let a moan of pain and clutching your stomach.

"(F/N)!" Aomine yells running over to you. You lift you head up to see your boyfriend rushing over and letting a pitiful smile make its way onto your face. He bends down and pulls you into his chest. "Are you ok?"

"Do I look ok to you Aho?" You answer sarcastically groaning from the new wave of pain that was spreading throughout your body.

"So that's a no?" He asks smirking and you just glare at him. "I'm shutting up." He say lifting his arms up in defense, but that was mistake. His arms were holding you and yours were holding your stomach, so you end up rolling off his lap and hitting the floor. You let a hiss of pain from the new wave of pain spreading through your body.

You turn your head in Aomine direction let a harsh glare. "I'm going to kick you sorry ass, so you had better start running."  Aomine could tell you were dead serious. He chuckled nervously and kissed your forehead and ran so fast he could have left a dust trail behind him. "Someone get me some ice for my stomach and (F/F) ice cream." You say as loud as you could and you watch as the rest of them rush off getting what you wanted.

Kagami:

You were practicing with Kagami and he was teaching you how to guard. You of course knew how already but you thought it was fun learning the basics once again. You two were having a five minute game and you were trailing by two points. You could tell quickly that Kagami was going easy trying to make things fair. You wanted to show him that you knew what you were doing but you knew better.

You were currently guarding Kagami so he wouldn't score. That is when it happened. He made the a slam dunk shot and it went in of course , but you choice to turn your back on the basketball that had been slammed towards the ground. It bounced off the court and hit you in the back of the head. You could feel it hitting your head and falling forward. Kagami catches you before you hit the ground.

He lays you on the ground, "(F/N)! Are you ok? Can you hear me?"

"I can hear just fine Taiga, but the its the back of my head that hurts." You respond sitting up and rubbing the back of your head wincing in pain every time your hand pressed too hard on the spot the ball hit.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. It was an accident; I didn't think that it would do that." Kagami apologizes.

You let out a sigh and give him a kiss on the cheek. "It is fine. But you owe me an ice cream got it."

Kagami smiles nods his head. "Got it!" You laugh at him.

Kise:

It was normal practice. Kasamatsu-senpai was beating up Kise for being and idiot and having all his fangirls around cheering and scream like, as he puts it, banshees. You were also starting to become annoyed with them also, but you didn't say anything. You put you headphones on and listen I Want Crazy while watching the practice go on. You saw a good warm up that you decide to mention to Emma later on. It was one you had seen before. The would do different passing drills depending on what number the couch would yell.

Now of course you would choose this exact moment to fill your water bottle up. The pass was chest and bounce pass. One of first years threw the ball to hard and his partner couldn't catch it and it was your right side that paid the price for the mistake. You could feel it as impacted your side and when you went down. And you went down hard. You could hear a panicked voice yelling out your name. It was Kise's.

"(F/N)-chin!" Kise rushes over to you. He was in panicked frenzy, and he wasn't sure what to do. He kept shooting your name and other random thing you couldn't make out . Kasamatus was able to kick some sense into Kise and stopped him running around like a headless chicken. You started laughing which just causes more pain so your laughter turned into whimpers of pain.

"I shouldn't have laughed." You mutter to your self

"Do you need anything?" Kise asks bending down by your side. After his car

"Can I have some ice please?" You ask feebly. Kise give you a quick kiss on the cheek and rushes off to get the ice and you just watch as he goes.

Kuroko:

It was normal practice, and you sat on the bleachers watching not knowing what was about to go down. Sasha had gone to fill up the water bottles and you sat listening to Tell Her You Love Her. Of course you were so absorbed in the song you didn't see it coming, but wasn't like you were going to. You something round and orange in your peripheral vision come at but before you could react the left side of you head cheek had a stinging pain running through them and you let out a soft cry of pain reaching up to your face.

"(F/N) are you ok?" A voice asks softly in front of you. You look up to see your boyfriend standing there with his usual poker face but his eyes showed concern.

"The side of my head is going to hurt but I'll be fine." You smiling through the pain you were in.

"Do you need anything?" Kuroko asks.

You think about it momentarily trying to decide if you really need anything, but your face did sting a bit. "Can I get some ice?"

"Of course I'll go get it." Kuroko runs, or as fast as he can run, to go get you some ice. The rest of the team decides to come over and check on you now.

Midorima:

It was a normal basketball practice. Well, normal until Takao started to annoy your boyfriend. At first Midorima was shooting free throws and Takao was working on defense drill, but Takao got bored and went to bug the carrot a bit. Now you and the rest of the team had to hold in your laughter in at the sight; Takao keep poking Midorima repeatedly saying don't miss over and over again. Midorima had enough of it threw a basketball at him which he ducked a missed, but Midorima had plenty more and continued to throw them. Takao keep dodging, but you on the other hand weren't so lucky. One that missed Takao went straight at you, and you tried to duck but it hit your forehead, hard. You let out a yelp of pain going up rubbing your forehead.

"(N/N)!!! I'm so sorry I shouldn't have moved around you then it would have missed you!" Takao wails out hugging the life out of you.

"Takao it's fine, and it isn't your fault." You respond trying to get him off of you so you could breath. Suddenly someone yanks him away. You look up to see Midorima glaring at Takao.

"Do you need anything? It's not like I'm concerned or anything." He asks with a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Can I get some ice, water, and something for a headache please?" You ask smiling. Midorima nods and walks off dragging Takao with him,

Murasakibara:

You sat at practice watching how well team works together. You enjoy watching people and the way the interact with each other, and you could find the smallest detail that most people would miss. But what you failed to realize  at the time was the ball that went of course and was now flying through the air right at you. The rest of the team saw it before you did, and you happened to stand up turning you back on it. They yelled your name as fell onto the basketball court from the impact; you felt the slamming pain of something hitting your back hard and it hurt.

You suddenly felt yourself begin lifted up it to the air. You open your eyes to see your boyfriend Murasakibara holding you up begin carful not to touch where the ball had hit you.

"Do you need ice?" He asks gently with a concerned look on his face.

"That would be nice." You respond smiling, "Can we get ice cream after practice also?"

His face lights up at ice cream. "Sure we can, let's go get the ice." At that he carries you to go and get ice so maybe your back didn't hurt to much.

I know you're not writing at the moment. When you are and if you feel like doing it, can I request a go where you're not with Haz, but Tom decided to have a party and try and have some fun with you two. Getting him to take body shots from you and kinda visa versa. Ending in you finally admitting you've been wanting to lick his body for fucking years. But he's a friend and your roommate so it's weird and your rather watch him from afar than lose him as your friend. Hope you're all okay ❤ 🐝

A/n: so I got bored and thought why not try and write something and I forgot how much I loved it. I’m gonna stick to blurbs until after my test next Tuesday but hopefully I’m gonna feel better about my writing. I think I diverted from the ask a little but I hope you still like it! So I debated on making this angsty or not and then thought I hadn’t written angst in a while so here you go ;)

Warnings: Drinking, body shots (probably inaccurate somewhere since I’ve never done them), angst plot twist (oops). 

“Come on! It will be fun!”  

You looked up at your best friend, seeing the pout that had formed on his lips. His soft, pink, perfect- 

“Y/n?” 

You shook your head, looking up into his large brown eyes with a blush. “Sorry. I just don’t know Tom. I was hoping to get some studying down at the library.” You admitted, truthly - you had it all planned out for your friday night; get a hot chocolate from the cafe by the library and find that little nook that always seemed to be empty and had a perfect outlook of the starry sky. 

“But you’re always in the library.” Tom sighed, sitting down next to you. “Can’t you just have one night off?” He swivelled his body on the couch to gain a better look at you, his pout still prominent on his lips. “For me?” 

Damn, he knew his audience. 

“Fine.” Whatever you planned to say next was cut off when Tom pulled you into a hug, smiling against your shoulder as he moved you from side to side. 

“Yes! Thank you! You’re not gonna regret it!”

Famous last words. 

And that’s how you ended up standing in your kitchen surrounded by people you didn’t know. A red solo cup full of homemade cocktail by Tom in your hands as you searched for any sign of him or Harrison, who seemed to be the only people you knew here. 

“Y/n!” You heard your name before you felt a hand pulling you through the crowd, almost causing you to spill your drink. You could see the wave of brown messy curls through the sea of people, leading you to the lounge. “Come do shots.” 

You rolled your eyes at your roommate as you saw the set up of shots. Body shots to be exact. 

“No, no, no.” You started, palms already starting to sweat as you saw a girl lick Harrison’s stomach. You were friends with Harrison and you weren’t nearly drunk enough to do this.

“Here, you can do it on me.” You furrowed your brow before your eyes went to Tom, his shirt already discarded on the floor and his toned abs catching your eyes. He was drunk, that’s all this was - drunken antics as you would usually hear about when Tom came back from a night out. 

“Um…” Before your brain could catch up, Tom had already scooted Harrison off of the couch and laid down, a line of salt on his exposed stomach. You gulped as he smirked at you, Harrison handing you a shot of Tequila. 

“T-thank you.” Your words were stammered but Harrison was also already drunk so he paid no mind, his lips already entangled with the girl who had done a body shot with him. 

Tom looked at you expectantly and you made your way over, kneeling between his legs and looking down at his abs, right where you tongue was about to be. 

“Lick, shot, lime.” Tom reminded you with a chuckle, pointing to each thing as he listed them. You nodded, cheeks already flaming red before the alcohol had even touched your lips. 

Tom was smiling drunkenly, biting his lip as he looked up at you and took the shot glass from your hands. He opened his mouth to remind you again when suddenly you lowered your mouth down, swirling your tongue over the salt on his stomach and tracing each definition of his toned muscles. 

You could feel and hear his breathing elevate as you got lost in the taste of his skin, continuing even when the salt had disappeared onto your tongue. 

He laughed, snapping you out of your trance. “Shot, darling.” You looked up at the glass he was still holding, a smirk on his lips. 

“Sorry, just wanted to do that for fucking years.” You were gaining in confidence as you sent a smirk right back, taking the glass and downing the shot of Tequila. You made a face at the burning taste, closing your eyes tightly and making Tom laugh before your eyes desperately searched for the lime. 

“Where’s the-?” 

Just then Tom opened his mouth to show the green of the lime. He closed his mouth with a smirk, his unruly eyebrow raised as you crawled more up his body to reach his lips. You quickly captured his soft lips in a deep kiss, craving the taste of the sweet lime which you found plenty of on his tongue. The fruit ended up in your mouth before you spit it out and resumed doing what you wanted for years.

“Y/n?” 

Tom’s tongue was entangling so perfectly with yours, the alcohol in both of your systems heightening your desire. 

“Y/n!” You snapped out your daydream at the loud call of your name, your drink slightly spilling as you jumped out of your skin.  You refocused your vision to see another girl’s lips locking with your roommates, jealousy burning in your system more than the alcohol had. 

“You okay?” You turned to face Harrison, his slightly dazed eyes looking concerned. You took a deep breath and nodded, downing the last of your alcohol to try and numb the feelings you had for your roommate. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” You shook your head, putting on your best smile as Harrison offered to concoct another cocktail for you. Just fine, you thought as your eyes caught sight of Tom leading the girl into his room. 

Famous last words. 

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I have another OC I made, her name is Myra Yates and she is a shopkeeper, she is about 23 years old. She doesn’t have weapons but instead has powers like  being able to change her form (into five different things or half of one of the things, her five forms are her banshee form (of course), a brown doe, a white squirrel, a brown and red frilled lizard or a light brown cougar). In her banshee form she lets out a screech which can explode eyes and make ears bleed, she can also faze through walls as a banshee, she can also sense if a puppet is about to die or is dead and knows where the bodies are. She has a mother (Josie Yates) and father (Willard Yates), she is good friends with the Faceless bandit, Penny Hemsworth, Mother Dove, Finnley, Dorothy, Cashmere, Corbin Croc, Carrie Lanscaster, Luther galloway, Maude Galloway, Fannie Richmond, Vincent Greers and Vivian Webb, Vivian is also Myra's girlfriend. Her height is around Penny Hemsworth’s height (in my AU).

Backstory: Backstory: When Myra was a young girl, she grew up with her parents, Josie and Willard. Before Myra was born, her parents were very poor and barely had enough money to afford food, water and even a proper home to stay in. Josie was pregnant around this time and both parents thought that there was a big chance that Josie would lose Myra before she was even born. Before they became poor, they wanted a baby for so long but...after they became in dept many months ago because of how much they spend on Josie's pregnancy that ended up both getting into a poor condition. It seemed for them everything was at loss, at least it seemed that way, but... that all changed very quickly for them. Within the next morning, Josie and Willard were both huddled on the ground in their very, very worn down home when they heard a knock on their door. They with both scared that it was someone coming to boot them out of their home, Josie's eyes filled with tears at the thought, Willard comforted his very emotional wife, hugging her and kissing her cheek while telling her "whatever happens...I'll make sure you're safe...even if it kills me." Willard finally picks himself off the ground and shakily makes his way towards the door, he paused in front of door, afraid to open it, but he finally brought himself to grab the rusty door handle and open the door. A young boy who dressed and looked very wealthy stood at the door, it was one of the richfolks' children, Willard was sure that this kid would most likely get Josie and him kicked from his home, he sighed and readied himself for what the boy was going to say. But...the boy didn't do anything that he'd expected, instead the boy asked about his financial situations and told Willard he knew about Josie's pregnancy. Willard was confused and nervous at first but he ended up speaking out honestly to the boy, then... the boy suddenly gave Willard a money slip, this confused Willard even more than it did and looked down at the slip, his eyes widened, there was thirty thousand dollars on it. That money was enough to repay their dept as well as buying a new house, proper food and water, new clothing and much more, but...he also he had to owe the boy back, "t-thank you...b-but what do I-" Willard was cut off by the boy, "don't worry about owing me, I giving this to you because you need it, both of you do..." the boy spoke in a calm sympathetic tone as he gave the older male a small smile. This caused Willard to freeze, his eyes welled up with tears, they young boy's eyes widen and tried to ask if he did something wrong, not understanding why Willard was crying until the older male hugged him, the younger male hugged him back. After Willard pulled away he asked what the young boy's name was, the boy answered, Micheal...that was his name. After a few moments, Micheal said his goodbyes before leaving the doorstep and walking out of the property and in the direction of town. Several months had passed, Willard and Josie payed their dept and ended up moving to a new home, they bought food, water, brand new furniture, clothing and other stuff they needed, then a week onward was when Myra was born. As Myra grew up, she was given all the best care from her parents, but...because her parents were too focused on her and getting her new things they nearly went into dept again, but Willard wasn't going to let Myra be put through what they did, so...Myra's father decided to try finding a job, unfortunately...he couldn't find any sort of job around the time no matter how hard he tried to find one. It came down to where going to run out of food, water and even lose their home. But...one day, Willard found another way to make money, gambling. Both Josie and him thought that it would be a bad idea at first, unfortunately...that was the only option they had left to keep the three of them out of dept, so that's what Willard did. For many months, Myra's father went off to the town's saloon to gamble for money, he was very careful with how he played and always knew when to tap out and go home, which resulted in him coming home with lots of bandit bucks, which was plenty of money to keep them out of dept for months on end. It got to a point where even Myra's mother began to gamble too, both of them getting plenty of money afterwards, this went pretty smoothly three years. That was until one day, a mysterious figure had began making an appearance in the saloon, drinking and gambling til it's hard content, but...it seemed to also have a knack for cheating certain puppets who had big win streaks. One day, both Myra's parents decided both to go to the saloon during the night, they of course got someone to babysit Myra before planning to go out. As Willard and Josie were gambling that night, they mysterious figure was there watching them gamble, they both knew that the figure would try start a game with them and cheat them out of their winnings...so they thought of a plan...but it wasn't a pleasant one, they thought if they out-cheated the figure and make them lose the match. Of course, they were right, the figure did try to start a new game with them so they went along with their plan and...their plan worked, Josie and Willard won the game by out-cheating the figure but...this seemed to anger the figure a lot. Suddenly, the mysterious figure stood up from their chair, stood up from the table, grabbing the big table before the figure growled and smashed the table with it's bare hand, breaking it in half. Josie and Willard got up from the table backing off, the figure storming over to them, suddenly the figure revealed itself to be a black ghoul with blood red eyes. It towered over them, it's voice deep and menacing, "SO...YOU THINK YOU COULD OUT-CHEAT ME, HUH? WELL, YOU'RE VERY NAIVE FOR DOING THAT..." the ghoul chuckled before grabbing Josie and Willard by both their throats and throwing them both into a table, the table tipping to the ground with Willard and Josie underneath, bruising the couple badly, the ghoul laughed as he floated over to the couple. "YOU SHOULD'VE STAYED HOME WITH YOUR PRECIOUS DAUGHTER! BUT NOW...SHE'LL SUFFER FOR YOUR MISTAKE!" then before Josie and Willard could react, the black ghoul suddenly formed into a ball of dark light before disappearing out the saloon door, Josie and Willard looked at each other in panic as they raced out the door as quickly as they could out the door and tried running as quickly as they could back home to Myra. Meanwhile, Myra was sitting next to a heater in the living room, warming herself up as she sipped on some flavored milk. Soon...it was time for young Myra to go to bed the babysitter went to Myra and waited for her to finished her milk and once Myra was finished with it the babysitter took Myra's now empty cup and went to rinse it and put it away, but...once the babysitting had gone out of the room that same ball of dark light had fazed through the wall and into the living room in front of Myra, suddenly the dark light had formed back into the black ghoul, young Myra looked up at the figure with fear in her eyes as she shook. Then, without a warning the black ghoul grabbed Myra, lifting her off the ground, locking it's eyes with her as tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Then, when Myra's parents had finally made it to the front door and bursting inside their own home, they along with the babysitter heard young Myra screaming loudly, the babysitter and Myra's parents rushed into the room to save Myra but...it was too late. Myra's eyes turned black as she was being held by the black ghoul, the ghoul let out a cackled before putting Myra down and disappearing, Josie and Willard's eyes filled with tears as they rushed to Myra's aid, their precious little girl laid in their arms unresponsive but not dead. In the morning, young Myra finally came back into consciousness, shaking and crying at what the black ghoul had done to her, so Willard and Josie then agreed to each other that they would never gamble again after what had happened to Myra, they instead made sure of Myra's safety instead. As many years passed onward (Myra would be about twenty) Myra had gained powers since her experience with the black ghoul, it got to a time where Myra had to move out of her parent's home and start living on her own. Once she packed all her things she left her home, she found a small house to move into, she also found an empty abandoned store to which she took it for her own and decided to start her own business. After three years went by, she met Vivian and they became a couple from then onward.  

She Likes: Singing, making and selling her own stuff, crafting cute supplies (like animal stickers, cute stamps, notebooks, mini bags, colorful bottles, music boxes, mini instruments (except for wind music instruments), juggling bags and mini kits), making accessories (like animal slippers, boots, hats, cute bow ties and hair bows, cute mouth and eye masks, glasses, and bell necklaces), visiting Vivian and hanging out with her, socializing with other puppets and making friends with people who she can relate feelings with.

She Dislikes: When she gets flirted with by other puppets (except for Vivian), when other puppets mess with her friends or her (Showell, Fowler, Otto, Vernon and Betsy), being used as some sort of hostage for a bandit, being forced into doing something she's not comfortable with (it causes her to snap), losing control of her forms (especially her banshee or cougar forms), and irregular patterns or clusters of small holes or bumps (she has Trypophobia).

Amplify Chapter 4

Keiko didn’t get to stay with Iida, Shouto and Midoriya. Endeavor took her home, after giving her a short speech about how proud he was of her for controlling herself and only using her quirk to save people despite the temptation to intervene. It wasn’t often that Endeavor said he was proud of anyone, and Keiko not-so-subtly reminded him that he could perhaps tell Shouto as well. The grunt she got in answer was exactly what she was expecting, but it didn’t dim her hopes.

After her best friend healed, he returned to them, and Keiko was subjected to him antagonizing his father relentlessly over the victory attributed to him. Sometimes she felt like a third wheel to their arguments, and she wished she could just go on patrol with Endeavor’s sidekicks. Instead, she was subjected to quirk training that made her body feel like it was hit by a train, constant quizzing about hero laws from Kido and Onima, and headache-inducing bickering between the father and son duo. Burnin rescued her one day for patrols, but she was a hothead, so Keiko ended up continuing her role as the mediating figure whenever anyone else was involved.

She had to admit, however, that she learned a lot. She also got a firm measurement on exactly how much thermal energy she could contain before a discharge was necessary. Endeavor even had his support team draw up some plans and fabric recommendations for a suit that would be better suited to protecting her from flames since she could absorb the energy, but could still be burned in the process if she wasn’t careful. Her favourite part of the entire internship, though, was that she got to spend the whole time living with the Todoroki family. Seeing Fuyumi and Natsuo was good for her soul, and she was willing to overlook Enji’s apparent fixation on eventually marrying her to his son whenever he was present. She even got to visit Rei with Shouto one day. Her polaroid camera came in handy that day, as the trio took a walk on the hospital grounds and had a picnic outside. Rei ended up with tons of photos for her room, and Shouto had plenty as well.

Going back to school after a week of working in the hero world was a bit of a bummer, especially since her internship went quite well. Most of the class seemed to feel the same, but she noticed when she spoke to Momo that her internship was a bit of a disappointment. Mineta seemed thrilled to be back from his internship with Mount Lady, where he was apparently used as a housekeeper. Served him right. Bakugo’s experience was a bit of a surprise, however. As was his lovely hairdo.

“It’s so straight! It looks so soft too.” Keiko teased, playfully brushing her fingers through the white-blond strands only to have her wrists grabbed to stop her. Keiko pouted, wiggling to try and get her hands free so she could get grabby again. Her pout only got worse when Kirishima and Kaminari teased the blond into puffing his hair out again.

“Awww, guys you ruined it!” Keiko whined, nearly collapsing into Mina’s open arms. That drew a laugh from the pink-skinned girl, who fanned the overdramatic girl while she feigned fainting. The girls giggled together, only growing louder when Katsuki shouted at them to shut up.

Homeroom dulled everyone’s spirits, as their final exam was coming up fast. Keiko, who had spent much of her free time training or studying, wasn’t really that worried. Obviously the practical exam posed a risk, but she knew she’d ace the written exam. She declined everyone’s offers to study, even Kirishima and Bakugo’s. Instead, she planned to get together at her place with Shouto. Giving him an out from his place was always a good thing, and it meant her house felt a little less lonely. That was only helped when he arrived at her door with two kittens in his arms. One was a long-haired ginger with three black paws, while the other was pure black with folded ears and medium length fur. Keiko melted on sight, taking them both into her arms and giving them each a kiss, then putting the sleepy things into the pocket on the front of her hoodie.

“Where did you get these guys?” Keiko asked, walking into her apartment to find a box and a blanket to make a bed for them. Shouto shrugged.

“Neighbour’s cat had kittens. I know you’ve been wanting to get cats. You can’t be alone all the time in this place.” The two-toned man replied, “I can help you pick stuff up for them.”

“Thank you Sho. You’re the best friend I could ever have.” Keiko hummed, scrunching up a blanket in one of the old boxes she’d kept from moving, then depositing the sleepy kittens into it. She put the box by the couch so they could get settled, then moved in to steal a hug. Shouto rolled his eyes but allowed it, a hand on her lower back while the other remained in his pocket. Two hours later, they had picked up toys, food, litter boxes, treats, a cat tree, and a couple of scratching posts. Keiko got the apartment set up while Shouto started studying, and once she was done, Keiko began to get dinner ready while Shouto quizzed her from the couch. Both of the kittens loved to lay on Shouto, specifically his fire side, absorbing that ever-present warmth. They ate dinner in the living room, sat under the kotatsu that Keiko had refused to live without. Like Shouto, she tended towards having a rather traditional style of decor, further evidenced by her tatami flooring, floor cushions and low style sofa and chairs. She even had shoji screens to separate rooms in the open floor plan of her apartment. It certainly made her apartment feel larger.

Keiko named the male ginger kitten Rin, and the female black kitten Suzu. Shouto ended up staying quite late, curled up on her couch together to watch movies while the kittens dozed. Keiko figured that the only reason Endeavor hadn’t called to complain about Shouto being away was that he wanted them to get married. Sometimes, she was fairly sure that Endeavor forgot that women weren’t just baby machines.

The day of their final exams, Keiko was admittedly stressed out. They learned that they would be fighting their teachers in their practical exam, and none of the teachers felt like a particularly fun fight to her. Sure, she would definitely have a quirk advantage against some of them, but she was paired up against Present Mic with Jirou and Koda, and she knew that it would be difficult. Mic’s quirk didn’t provide an energy type that she could absorb, and she was paired with two sound-quirk users who wouldn’t be able to use their quirks effectively either. In the beginning of the match, they needed to use their heads. Mic’s voice was ear-piercing even at a distance, and she knew they’d all be suffering big time in a short amount of time.

“I need you guys to hit me. Hard.” Keiko requested. Jirou immediately complied with a wild grin, slapping her across the face so hard that Keiko knew anyone else (except perhaps Kirishima) would have ringing in their ears. In her case, it was a fantastic boost to her energy.

“Good?”

“Hell yeah! Again!” 

Another slap, followed by a gut punch and a kick to the side. Koda panicked as he watched them; Jirou hitting their classmate relentlessly while Keiko looked like she was getting high off of it. A wild grin on her face, Keiko bumped her fist against Jirou’s, then Koda’s.

“Alright guys. I can’t hit Mic from afar since he’s pretty fast, but I can distract the hell out of him. What have we got?” Keiko asked. Another burst from Mic had Keiko mashing her ears with both palms to try and block out the sound. Once he stopped, Jirou rattled off a pretty good explanation for why they couldn’t go right at him, but she came up with the plan to get Koda to use bugs. Koda wasn’t keen on the idea, but Keiko trusted he would overcome his fears. Another shriek made Keiko shrink down to the ground and contemplate shoving moss in her ears. By the time the screaming stopped, Jirou’s ears were bleeding and Keiko was sure hers were as well. She offered to run distraction, giving them time to get the bugs ready to go and also to avoid more damage to Jirou and Koda’s ears. He needed to speak to the bugs to get them to help, which was difficult with Present Mic screeching like a banshee.

“Hey, Mic! Have you ever heard the one about the stuttering DJ? He really likes to d-d-dddd-ddd-ddrop the bass!” Keiko shouted as she headed towards the gate. Mic’s answering laugh was another couple of seconds he wasn’t screeching.

“Good joke, Mochizuki, but did you really come out here with telling jokes as your plan?”

“Yeah, why not, right? Hey Mic, what do police officers and DJs have in common? They both tell drunk people to put their hands up!” Keiko giggled at her own joke, unable to help herself. Mic laughed along with her, but she knew he was smart and was analyzing the area around him. He sucked in a breath after a second to shout, and Keiko used an energized burst to run around the clearing so that he wasn’t aiming towards her classmates, then aimed at him and focused. Instead of her usual larger blast, she managed two concentrated shots that forced him to dodge.

“HEY LISTENERS! COME OUT!” Mic shouted, knocking Keiko on her ass rather easily. Keiko felt  blood coating her neck just under her ears, but she saw the ground bend upwards next to Mic’s foot and relief flooded her. Bugs began to crawl up Mic’s leg, and he squealed like a wild animal, eyes rolling back in his head. She was fairly sure he fainted, even. Koda carried Jirou out of the forest at Keiko’s signal that Mic was down, and they all headed out through the gate. Unsurprisingly, Keiko got a lecture from Aizawa about using herself as cannon fodder, but was pleased with them for being able to work as a unit against a quirk ill-suited to them. A quick visit to Recovery Girl had them all fixed up, and they were able to watch the other battles again, but watching Izuku and Katsuki fight All Might was painful so Keiko decided to sit with Shouto to warm up against his fire side.

The news that even those who failed will be able to attend the summer training camp, though with extra lessons, cheered up those of the class that were bummed out about their failures. The class planned a shopping trip when Aizawa gave them free time before the end of class, since some of them needed to pick up necessities for the summer. That was interrupted when Nezu knocked and opened the door with All Might, both looking grim. 

“Eraser, we need to speak with Miss Mochizuki and yourself, if you don’t mind.” Nezu hummed pleasantly, fooling no one. Keiko felt her stomach drop out, and her chest got tight.

“Fine. Class, you’re excused.” Aizawa waved the class off, and the three pro heroes watched the class disembark. Keiko stayed in her seat, looking decidedly unsure as she received worried stares from her classmates. Shouto shook his phone at her to indicate for her to call him, and Katsuki stared at her as he left the classroom, his hands clenched into fists. Once they were gone, All Might placed an overly gentle hand on her shoulder as Nezu sat on the desk in front of hers.

“Miss Mochizuki-”

“Please call me Keiko, Principal Nezu. I don’t like going by my last name.” Keiko murmured, unsure.

“Of course. Keiko, we just received word from the police. Geonosis prison had a breakout yesterday, and they just got the final headcount on escaped villains. Kikuchi Bassui was among the villains to escape.” Nezu explained quietly, watching as Keiko’s normally flush and healthy skin went white.

You’re The One

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of hospitalization and injury, and of course, fluff

Prompt: “I was doing fine. Really. And then you waltzed back into my life like you never broke my heart.”

Sam Winchester was one son-of-a-bitch if you’ve ever known one. You despised the man entirely. It wasn’t like you wanted to, but you knew that you had to. It was for your own good.

Deep, deep down, you loved him. He was the kindest and most selfless man you had ever known, and he made you feel safe. The two of you started off as friends, coincidentally meeting every so often on hunts with his brother Dean, and after a while, they offered to have you stay with them at the bunker. They enjoyed your company and they needed extra hands on cases sometimes, plus you were always excited to kill a monster.

The older brother had always thought that you were a decent mix between both of them. You loved to research and read until your eyes burned and your brain was racked with new facts, but you also loved the adrenaline rush of cutting off a vampire’s head or burning a wendigo. You weren’t much of a drinker, unlike Dean, but damn it you were always down for some karaoke at the local bars. You were sweet like candy, but you came with one hell of a punch.

Dean understood why Sam fell for you.

Sam was very reluctant to let you in. It took a long while for your conversations to go from light joking and casual topics to deep and meaningful stories about your past. You never pushed him, never begged him, never bartered with him to go further into his past than what he wanted. He did the same with you.

It took a very long time for him to confess how he felt for you. Six years, to be exact. You still remember it like it was yesterday.

The clock struck three in the morning as you walked into the library. Sleep was not likely tonight it seemed, so you decided to read a bit until you got tired. You stepped through the door frame, pulling out your phone and shuffling some calming music as you looked through the stacks near the door.

You were reaching for a book on the top shelf when footsteps shuffled behind you. “Need help there?” Sam asked, making you turn around. He came up behind you, placing one hand on the small of your back while reaching to the top shelf with the other one. Your heart soared as he handed you the book.

“Thanks,” You said, smiling softly at him. He grabbed a book near the one you took, coming toward the table where you were at.

The song changed as you adjusted your hoodie. ‘You’re the One’ by Greta Van Fleet played in the background of your very own romance novel, setting just the right scene. You held your hand out to Sam, looking up at him coyly through your lashes.

“What are you doing?” Sam asked as he gripped your hand. You pulled him toward the more open area of the library, giving you plenty of room.

“Dance with me,” You offered. He chuckled and then nodded his head, pulling you into him gently. You rested your head on his chest and placed one hand in his while the other snaked around his torso. He reciprocated and together you swayed to the tune.

Babe, ain’t no denying

That I’ve got you in my head

The two of you remained in a blissful silence until the song was over. “(Y/N), I think I’m in love with you,” Sam said. “And that scares me to death.”

You pulled away from him, eyes widened in shock. You took a pause to truly register what he had just said. A smile formed on your face. “Sam, I know that I’m in love with you,” You whispered.

Sam smiled widely, placing a hand on the back of your neck to pull you into him. He pressed his lips to yours ever so softly. It was almost as if he was scared to break you if he kissed you too hard.

You and Sam were together for a year before he broke you. Dean had caught wind of a demon hunt in Nebraska and the three of you hunted down the entire group of ten. Unfortunately, three of them ganged up on you and beat you nearly to death. You spent three weeks in the hospital due to your injuries.

Sam’s couldn’t handle having you in harm’s way. Death surrounded him like oxygen, and he couldn’t stand the thought of you dying because of him. So, he ended things with you.

“Sam, you wouldn’t,” You gasped in disbelief. The thought of Sam ending your relationship killed you on the inside--hadn’t things been going so wonderfully?

“(Y/N), I have to. It’s for the best,” He sighed. He left you alone in the hospital room to process what he had just done to you, but you knew that it was going to take more than a few minutes to understand it.

Dean came into the room twenty minutes later with a few bottles of water for you so you didn’t have to drink the hospital water. He furrowed his eyebrows the moment he witnessed your puffy tear-filled eyes and the lack of Sam.

“What happened?” Dean asked you as he set the bottles of water next to your bed. He sat next to you and waited for your response. You quickly lunged forward and hugged him tightly. Dean was your best friend; he was always there for you, even for things that you couldn’t tell Sam. He understood you so well, and you understood him, too. You silently cried, trying your best not to appear weak. Although, it was too late for that. He had already seen you crying--you hated it when others saw you crying.

“Sam broke up with me,” You muttered as you pulled out of the hug. You used the hospital blanket to wipe the tears away from your face.

Dean’s eyes widened in shock. “But I thought things were going well?” He asked.

“I thought so, too. He just said that he had to.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t either.”

When you were released from the hospital, Sam avoided you like the plague. You waited until he was in the library to move all of your things out of his room and back into your old one, and then you waited until the boys were both in bed before you loaded most of your things into your car and left the bunker. You didn’t leave a note or say goodbye. You didn’t pass go or collect $200. Leaving was the only choice--it was abundantly clear that you weren’t wanted there.

Seven months passed since then. You decided to take a break from hunting entirely, which was quite odd for you. It was true that you had been hunting for a very long time, but you missed the normal lifestyle you had in high school before your parents went missing. Your dad had been killed by a skinwalker, who then killed your mother. You were lucky that you got your two sisters out of the house before they had been killed. The Winchesters came into town for the case and interviewed you, and you learned about the reality of the supernatural.

After thinking long and hard, you decided to become a hunter. Jody trained you, and you lived with her for a bit until you were comfortable doing solo hunts. She thought of you to be selfless because you decided to hunt to better the world. It wasn’t just revenge for you--Sam and Dean killed the monster that took your parents away, now you were going to kill the monsters that were destroying the lives of many.

When you left Sam and Dean, you went to live with your last living sister--the youngest sister was tracked down and killed after you joined Sam and Dean. She was more than happy to let you in.

You were impressed with the warding and weapons in her house. She learned about protection from the supernatural after you started hunting, and she implemented a lot of it after your sister died. She couldn’t risk her life, as she had a loving husband that she didn’t want to leave behind.

Her husband knew of the supernatural. He knew that you were a hunter and that you put your life on the line hundreds of times to save people. You remembered how he asked you and the brothers questions after he found out.

“So vampires are real?” He asked. You nodded your heads with Sam and Dean. “What do they look like?”

“Well they sure as hell don’t sparkle,” You said sarcastically.

“They’re nasty. Rows of teeth, gorey, pale; the whole nine yards,” Dean added on.

“What else is out there?” He asked.

“There’s more than we can even list,” Sam said. “Vampires, werewolves, wendigos, demons, angels, gods, goddesses, witches, rougarous, banshees, reapers, ghosts, skinwalkers,” He listed. You shuddered at the mere thought of a skinwalker.

“That’s insane,” Your sister’s husband chuckled.

You took up a job at the bar down the street from your sister’s apartment. She lived in the city and preferred the hustle and bustle of the people. Grand Rapids, Michigan wasn’t the biggest city in the country--it wasn’t New York or Chicago by any means--but it was far bigger than the small town you all were raised in.

It was a slower night at the bar, and you were just closing up. All of the patrons were gone, making the bar feel lonely. The warm lights gently lit the wooden furnishings in the building, as well as a couple of extra lights illuminating the liquor behind the bar. On nights like tonight, you worked the bar while two other girls took the tables. They went home four hours ago along with the cooks, so it was just you manning the place.

You were wiping down the seats in front of the bar when the bell on the door indicated someone coming in. “Sorry doll, we’re closed,” You called over your shoulder, not seeing who came in.

“Even for me?” A voice called out. You knew that voice. You spent every night for five months dreaming of that voice. Then you spent the last two months despising that voice.

You sighed as you turned to face Sam Winchester, placing your hand on the counter. “Especially for you.” You briskly walked behind the counter to rinse out the washcloth, hoping that Sam would leave, but he didn’t. He leaned on the edge of the bar.

“How have you been?” He asked you.

“Do you even care?” You quipped. You dropped the cloth in the sink and gripped the edges, taking a deep breath. You thought that you had this handled. It seemed as though Sam was just a part of your past, but seeing him was something that you were not planning on. Especially this soon. Hearing his voice was reminding you just how much you missed him.

“(Y/N), you know that I care,” Sam said sincerely.

You laughed drily and turned to face him, placing two hands on the bar top. “Samuel Winchester, you left me. You said that we weren’t working out. That it was for the best.” You ran a hand through your hair. “It’s the same bullshit that I’ve heard from every other person I’ve been with.”

“Do you think that you weren’t enough?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Of course I did!” You exclaimed. “You don’t spend a year with a guy who wanted you for six years before that and then very suddenly breaks it off without questioning yourself.” Your voice got lower as you prepared your next sentence. “You don’t spend that long with someone you love, have the relationship end, and not think that you’re to blame. It didn't matter what you said. I believed that I wasn’t enough for you anymore.”

“(Y/N), you were more than enough,” Sam said, reaching for your arm.

“Why are you here, Sam?” You asked as you pulled away from his reach.

“Hey, you never answered my question,” Sam pointed out as he stood up straight. You scoffed and went to get the washcloth from the sink, wringing it out as you came around the bar.

“I was doing fine,” You answered. When you looked at the doubtful look on Sam’s face, you continued. “Really. And then you waltzed back into my life like you never broke my heart.” Sam’s face fell. “Now, why are you here?”

“Dean and I want you back with us,” He stated. You scoffed and went to wipe down a table. “It’s true. We miss you. And I don’t expect you to ever fully forgive me, but I want to try and work out our problems.”

“What problems, Sam?” you asked in frustration. “I was under the impression that we were doing well together, and then you broke up with me and that was the end of it.”

“I broke up with you because I thought that it would be safer for you. You almost died on that demon hunt in Nebraska and I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you, so I detached from you in hopes that--”

“That if I died you wouldn’t be affected,” You finished, sighing. He hums a yes. “Sam, attachment is perfectly okay. It’s human.”

“We’ve already lost so many people. Kevin, Charlie, dad. Hell, we’ve even lost each other a couple of times. I thought that if I broke up with you, you couldn’t be added to that list. And in every serious relationship I’ve ever had, she dies.”

As he spoke, he slowly walked closer to you, and you to him. The music that was loudly playing rock overhead changed, and ‘You’re the One’ by the Greta Van Fleet came on. It was an ironic thing, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say that God had planned it.

“Sam, a person dies twice,” You say as you abandon the washcloth on the table. “Once when the physical body dies, and another time when someone forgets about that person. And I’d reckon that with you and Dean, I would never die.”

You were within arm’s reach of him. Either one of you could make a move. He held his hand out, smiling at you softly. “(Y/N), will you dance with me?”

Rolling your eyes, you replied, “Of course I will, you goofball.”

See, where we’ve been

Won’t you hold my hand and stay awhile

You’re the one I want

You’re the one I need

You’re the one I want

So come on back to me

You didn’t think that you could ever forget what had happened between the two of you. You loved him; you’d always loved him, and you’d never stop loving him. These memories were part of your history. Your personal book. Your testament in the Winchester Bible. Sam felt the same way toward you, as well. He may have had a different way of showing it, but you knew that he meant well and that he loved you.

Sam Winchester was the one.

Stairwells & backseats

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: smut, mild name calling, choking, skipping school lmao

Word count: 3,551

Synopsis: Stiles and Y/N get away from school during lunch to handle some frustration of a specific manner...

          “Sugar conducting cells of the phloem are separated by perforated sieve plates. This is in order to allow the movement of sugar through the plant. These cells also lack a nuc-” Ms. Sherman’s botanical droning was interrupted by the high B sharp note of our school bell piercing the calm air. “Well, it seems as if the bell has caught us today. We’ll continue our discussion on angiosperm morphology tomorrow. Don’t forget to submit yesterday’s lab reports to me before midnight tonight! Class dismissed.” Her mention of homework was followed by a chorus of displeased grumbles backed by the bustle of packing up. Pulling my backpack over my shoulder, I made my way out into the sea current of students flowing past the room.

          The click of high heels on vinyl tile grew louder as Lydia joined me and matched my stride. “There’s no doubt that you did the econ work.. Care to help a friend in need?” I asked, my voice giving away my hopefulness. Her glassy eyes made an obvious shift to gaze at my hair; I had decided to experiment with styles and do something different with it today. Lydia playfully rolled her eyes at me and teased, “Plenty of time to do your hair and not school work?” Almost automatically, I sucked my teeth to make sass a leading note in my response. “Actually, I did it. I just wanna check my answers, I really wanna make sure I don’t make less than a 90!” My hands shot up into a defensive gesture, although snaps would be better to accompany the jocularly hostile inflections in my voice. The copper-haired banshee widened her eyes and hesitated a second; this indicated her defeat.

          Soon, we reached Lydia’s locker and she began twisting away at the lock. Before I could comprehend it, my right arm was in someone’s grasp. Being pulled backwards left me with no choice but to follow suit. It was not difficult for me to recognize the blur of dark green flannel pulling me through the halls. Nothing in me doubted that Stiles was taking me somewhere with haste; by simply paying attention I knew exactly where. With careful focus on keeping up and not tripping over my feet, I barely noticed when we reached a halt. Just as I suspected, Stiles and I had ducked into our usual spot– a neglected stairwell tucked away in the science wing of Beacon Hills High. It was an area that was nearly always desolate and had no cameras; at some point Stiles insisted we used it as a nook for getting as steamy as the setting would allow us, and that’s what we had been doing since.

          Anyone could swear my eyes illuminated with delight upon seeing his face; it was my first sight of him all morning, as he had showed up late to school. “Glad you could finally join us, Mr. Stilinski. I’m guessing you woke up late?” I poked, trying to coax an explanation out of him. Stiles was quick to dismiss me with a “Yeah, yeah.” and got down to business with his original intentions. The force from him lunging himself onto me and initiating a kiss caused me to stumble backward. As a reflex, my arms coiled around his firm torso and I dissipated into our oral choreography. Between his rapid heartbeat and his tongue in my mouth, I found it easy to forget to breathe. The brunet began rutting his groin against me in an attempt to make his boner known to me. I loved everything about feeling the length his dick tucked away horizontally in his pants, held captive from its desires by his jeans. In the midst of all this, I suddenly felt his hand on my neck, applying just enough pressure to destroy any dam preventing a flood in my underwear. It was as if capturing my kiss and grinding against me wasn’t enough for him. With sum of all his inflictions, he had succeeded at making me want him to bend me over the banister and demolish my cunt right there. Just as suddenly as it all unfolded, Stiles darted away from me and naturally trodden from where we were on the landing to the top of the stairs.

          I was frozen with disbelief. Had he really gotten me riled up just to leave me hanging? Stiles had left me feeling nothing short of betrayed and confused. Soft steps brought an ensemble of brown curls into my view. Sydney had come up the stairs, and likely saw our session. It dawned on me that she was the most logical explanation for Stiles’capricious actions. “Um, Hey.” I smiled at her as she passed, hoping it would dissolve any awkwardness lingering. My greeting was met with a genuine smile and a “Good morning, Y/N!” which was a lot more comforting than it would normally be. It felt like a walk of shame as I made my way to class with my cheeks flushed red and my panties continuing to dampen. My phone buzzing against my torso from its resting place in my jacket pocket caught me by surprise. The screen irradiated with a message.

          💗Mieczyslaw💗: Close to caught- sorry!

          The stairwell scandal between Stiles and I only left me with a hot discomfort for my next few classes. Thinking of the abrupt end to our session opposed to the ending I wanted impeded on any focus I had. It’d be understatement to say I ached to feel at Stiles’ mercy once more. A lightning bolt of enthusiasm shot through my core when my phone went off as I made my way to lunch. Sure enough- a message from Stiles, this time bringing me eagerness rather than disappointment.

          💗Mieczyslaw💗: Lunch “date”?😏 Meet me at Roscoe.

          Without a second thought and no convincing necessary, I switched my path to head to the student parking lot. It comes as a surprise that no one heard my heart considering how loudly it pumped as I made my way to my boyfriend’s Jeep. Just the sight of the brown-eyed boy waiting for me made my knees go weak. Once our eyes calibrated together he flashed a genuine, toothy smile at me. The squint caused by his enormous grin always had the ability to melt me like a wicked witch. My feet seemed to speed their pace without my intentions. Before I knew it, I was launching myself into Stiles arms to be held in a hug. “I’d kiss you but I don’t know if I can handle getting any wetter..” I whined. What I meant as a statement Stiles took as a challenge. He subtly dusted wet pecks onto my exposed neck. With this, I shimmied out of his embrace and jabbed, “Aren’t you a huge tease?”

          “I have been today, no getting around that. I figured you’d ditch me to get revenge, doll. You love me more than I thought, Y/N!” Stiles bantered back. “Well, let’s bounce before I change my mind, loverboy.” I warned, only half serious. Nothing more was needed for Stiles to open the driver’s side door of his Jeep and motion me inside. He waited as I scooched across the seat to the other side and climbed in after me.

          We drove until we reached a road lined with woods indistinguishable from any other wood-lined desolate road. A few turns later, Stiles parked Roscoe in a familiar isolated clearing. I found it crazy how many spots bared significance to us that would just be places to other people.

          “You brought me to pick wildflowers for lunch? Or is this the part where I find a surprise picnic?” I questioned, although I was aware why he’d brought me here. It wasn’t any different from the reason he’s always brought me here. Still, I pitched jocular scenarios, “Nope, I’ve got it! You’re gonna leave here without me and no one is ever gonna see me again! I think I’ll start running now.” I playfully reached for the passenger door handle but was quickly frozen by the sound of the doors clicking locked. Stiles’ adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed intensely. “I wouldn’t put that past anyone- after all this is Beacon Hills.” His tone was as dark as possible with this statement. My eyes softened until he beamed to invalidate my alarm. “Y/N, you know why I brought you out here.” He accompanied this statement with a hand motion to the teepee on display in his lap and continued, “You can feel in your own pants why I brought you here, doll.” With this utterance, a firm hand slid to my side of the Jeep and rubbed against my thigh gently, but with all the aggressive hunger of a piranha. Not wanting to prolong the exposition, I climbed over the front seat. In the process, I showed careful precision in arching my back to emphasize my ass and to ensure an enhanced performance from Stiles. In the back seat, I motioned for him to join me.

          It took less than a minute for our activities to be in full swing. Both of our shirts were gone and my neck was damp and red with Stiles’ passion. My panties were soiled with my desire, no thanks to his rough, carefully targeted grinding against my cunt. His boner seemed no less hard than it did during our time in the stairwell. With the thought of his rigid staff working away in my core, my thighs squeezed together to generate even more friction. “Who knew I’d be having dessert for lunch, darling?” He stopped his actions long enough to accompany his statement with a short lived glance upon my face. Without so much as an opportunity for me to blink, his focus realigned with my chest and it was again besieged by Stiles’ open mouthed antics.

          “If I leave here with my chest raw and not my pussy, you and I are going to have issues. Majorly.”

          This statement stopped the boy in his tracks. After taking a second to register my prurient remark in such an assertive voice, his hands were flying to his belt with utmost urgency. “Keep talking like that and our only issue will be my premature ejactulation..” As if on cue, his cock rose to its full potential, no longer confined by pants or boxers. The truth in his comment was evident in the seemingly concrete state of his member, and the precum that had gathered on its head like glaze. Like glaze, in addition, the thought of tasting it made my mouth water out of desperation.

          Stiles shuffled and shifted backwards so that his back rested against the backseat door behind him. I had no time to fathom what he was doing when he leaned forward and placed his palm against the back of my head and impelled it towards his yearning area. In the franticness it didn’t bestow me to welcome his cock with an eager mouth, so my lips were met with his tip’s warm seepance. With his gaze captured in my own, and his eyes wide with expectancy, I slowly licked the substance from my mouth’s outside. I could hear the impatient arousal in his gulp following my action.

          Saliva gathered from his brackish fluid, I finally ended his anticipation with his dick between my lips. My tongue showed tremendous self determination as it explored the forward end of his sheath. I was taking time to enjoy the sensations presented by the different textures of Stiles’ dick tip and shaft. It soon became obvious that my curiosity didn’t meet Stiles’ amusement. “I swear you’re the hugest fucking tease, Y/N..” But his comment seemed to trail off at the end once I lowered my entire head onto his cock. His words simply dissolved into his sounds of gratification meshing perfectly the unintentional noises of my slurping. My pussy only proceeded to soaken more at the feeling of my jaw setting up an ache from the stretch Stiles’s dick caused. It was no surprise that the thought of it being painful to accommodate Stiles only deepened my craving. The boy began using my hair as his personal handles to direct my inflictions, and seemed to get greedy as his hips started to work at a similar rhythm, us colliding in the middle. His jabs at the back of my throat were bound to be a sight of soreness in a few hours. The pair of skilled hands shoved my head farther onto his cock until my nose met his pelvis and held it there. No escape was available from the way he clenched my head in place, only a loud, intense gag from me led to my freedom.

          Soon his member was throbbing with rapid blood flow which one could assume to be accompanied by adrenaline. Stiles’ grip on my hair tightened and began pulling me back from my impositions on his cock. He forced me back against the opposite side of the car; out of disappointment and impulse I attempted to lean back into him. A hand with a firm grasp around my neck was used by him to shove me back into place. His hand didn’t leave my throat as he gradually leaned to where his face barely touched mine. “Stay.” he growled, using a tone that could make me do anything.. with a pool of desire in my panties, that is.

          He turned away to reach into the front to dig through the glove compartment in a frenzy. His hands resurfaced from the mess clutching a foil square that even the most innocent of minds could recognized with ease. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his mouth as he used his teeth to tear the condom packet open. My mind wandered to the things his teeth could do to me. It went without my noticing that my eyes had closed as I zoned out and melted into the imagination of Stiles pleasuring me with his mouth.

          The feeling of his hands separating my legs yanked me out of my trance. His sheathed cock stood with perfect posture as he clasped it, leading it to my center. My clit was met with the stroking of his lubed tip against it, causing me to gasp at the impression and suck my lip in to crush it between my teeth. I had the urge to clamp my legs shut from the toe curling sensation of his member effortlessly violating my clit. The region between my legs was a nothing less than a black hole, hungry to take in anything that would feel good, but specifically Stiles’ cock. “I don’t want it Stiles, forget about my clit! Please take this pussy.” My words caused him to halt his actions once again and fix his gaze on my face. The smirk embellishing his face made eeriness sweep through me, there was no doubt that he wouldn’t give me what I ached for.

          Even my thighs had gone slick with my juices when Stiles made it his intentions to eat me out. My self lubrication only led to wet noises as he thoroughly tongued my blossom. The boy was careful to drag his tongue through every area that would get a reaction out of me. His tender, feather-like licks against the inside of my labia sent my legs squirming. My hips wiggled against the backseat, my only goal being reaching his cock. “Y/N, don’t act like you can’t take a little tease. Karma is a bitch, especially to cockteases like you.” With that, he dove back into my pussy, and aimed his aggressive sucking at my clit. He was attentive to kneading my thighs with his hands and making sure that I felt his nails and tensed up because of it. Stiles knew how to speedily get a tsunami wave building up behind my dam. As soon as he felt my hand draw up a handful of his hair, he sat up. This was done with an excessive amount of enthusiasm, as his head banged against the ceiling in his haste. “Ow, fuck!” Stiles yelled. A large guffaw escaped my chest at the sight of the boy holding his head in agony. His eyes quickly lost their pain filled squint and he looked at me with furrowed brows.

          “It’s funny?” He asked.

          “Extremely!” I replied, breathless from laughing.

          “Oh yeah?” frustration was prominent in his as his hand reached to claim its rightful place around my neck. I could already feel my head going light as he adjusted his grip enough to stop my laughing. “How about now, slut?” questioned the boy. At this point I was as ready to take his length as I’d ever be. His free hand went to his cock and got to work placing it in alignment with my desirous hole. A slow thrust into me was hardly necessary, my built up anticipation combined with the condom’s lubricant  allowed for him to enter me with finesse. I gasped from both the tenacious grip that persisted on my neck and surprise at how he filled me to the brim. I couldn’t say that it fit like a glove, but I could say that it felt as if his dick was made the perfect size to push my limits, to stretch me just right. Stiles didn’t have to be all the way inside of me for me to already feel the pressure against my insides. The slickness of my heat was the perfect condition for Stiles to immediately get to work breaking it in. There was nothing but purpose shown in his callous rutting against. He was a man who knew what he wanted and exactly how he was going to get it. His very passion was being put to action in the form of incessant grazes against the spot I wished he could directly slam against.

          It didn’t help my wetness that his strokings against me were so precise and calculated, Stiles wasn’t just the brains of the pack, he was the brains of our libido. The best part was that he was as skilled as to know the correct moves to send us both over the edge, me writhing and seeking mercy, and him meeting my hopes with nothing but brute thrusts to milk his release.

          When Stiles was inside of me, going like he happened to be, I could never avoid losing control. The sounds coming from me were ones I had no clue how to duplicate any other time. “Fuck, fuck.. Mieczysław!” my own hand shot up to clutch the wrist of the one he had planted on my throat. Beneath us, we could feel the Jeep rocking slightly in calibration with his vigorous thrusts. My whimpers and mutterings were everywhere once Stiles was hitting my g-spot with flawless accuracy and vitality. My hands mimicked the knot above my pelvis in their tightening around Stiles’ forearm and wrist. As soon as my toes seemed to curl without my doing, I knew it was only a matter of time, and so did he. Urgency became an added factor to his thrusts, trying to get himself caught up to me as far as finishing. I was hardly more than a mindless slut for the pleasure he was giving me before I met my long anticipated end with a grunt that must have rang throughout the entire clearing. My thighs shook beyond my controlling as I clawed at my boyfriend; he was now using my pussy to reach his own finish. This thought alone could leave me ready for another round. Without much further ado, his pent up lust spilled into the latex. It took more than a few extra strokes to completely empty his shaft. Soon, his jawline rested upon my collar bone, and the rest of him fell into place on top of me. My hand gently skimmed against his milky back as my eyes searched the Jeeps’ interior for something to rest on amidst our unified pants. Eventually, they landed on the digital clock up front, gleaming “1:13,” and simply shifted to watch out of the windshield.

          After a second of thought, my eyes widened with panic. “It’s 1:13. Stiles, it’s 1:13! We’re late, and so fucked.” I began nudging him off of me and reaching for my shirt that had ended up in the passenger seat. Stiles chuckled as he fastened his pants, “We’re definitely fucked after what we just did, huh?” His jab was followed by a kiss to my cheek. He removed the condom, rolled down his window and tossed it out. “Hey! Don’t be a litterbug, Mieczyslaw Stilinski.” I chastised in the same way one would tell a child not to bite. “Relax, princess, it’s biodegradable.” and with this, Stiles tugged his shirt over his head. He climbed back into the front seat leaving me to finish dressing in the back.

           Roscoe roared to life before Stiles spoke, “We’re already late and there’s no changing that, doll. Might as well make it super late, you hungry?” Both my stomach and face smiled with the mention of food. “Is that a question? Always, Mieczyslaw.” We exited the clearing with an appetite and his hand resting in its rightful spot on my thigh.

The last one blooming, Chapter 33

TITLE: The last one blooming

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 33

AUTHOR: fanficshiddles

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that there is an omegaverse where Alphas and omegas can only bond with their true mate. Loki is an Alpha and he one day meets his omega. But she is a young Midgardian child, who is terrified of Alphas. So he has to work hard to gain her trust, to allow the bond to grow between the two.

RATING: M

Rose was near inconsolable. She hid herself away in the den she had made in their chambers. Only Loki was able to go in. If Freya or Frigga tried to get near her, Rose would scream like a banshee and Loki would chase them out of the chambers entirely, snarling and growling at them.

They were both utterly heartbroken.

Loki was holding Rose in his arms, as they lay in the den together surrounded by blankets and pillows. He wrapped his cape around her as that seemed to help soothe her slightly, while he was near constantly crooning for her.

A deep growl emitted from his chest and he tightened his arms around his omega as a servant had entered the chambers to drop off lunch.

‘GET OUT!’ Loki roared at the servant, who nearly dropped the tray in fear. She quickly placed it down on the floor and scurried out again.

Rose huddled in against Loki and hid her face into his neck as he kissed the top of her head. He trailed his fingers across her face, soothing her. His heart melted when she started to nibble on his finger, like she used to do when she was younger.

They waited a while, just lying there together. Loki had time to think things through now that his head was starting to clear more. And he realised something.

Loki went over to collect the food, they still had to eat. He brought it back into the den and sat Rose up in his lap, her side against his chest.

‘Here.’ Loki tore off a bit of bread and handed it to her, but she shook her head and hid her face into his neck.

‘Come on, little one… You have to eat.’ He said softly yet slightly firmly.

Rose couldn’t disobey him, so she ate some bread as Loki fed it to her by hand. He made sure she had some meat too and plenty of water, then he had some himself.

It was a few more hours before Rose’s head cleared a little bit too, to speak to her Alpha.

‘I’m so sorry.’ She squeaked, her voice quieter than a mouse.

‘Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for.’ Loki assured her, kissing the top of her head.

‘I’m no good as an omega… I can’t even carry your children.’ Rose sobbed.

‘Don’t say that, Rose. You are the most wonderful, perfect omega. I wouldn’t change you for the entire universe. Just because there is a very, very, small chance of having a child… It doesn’t mean that it’s the end of the world. As long as I have you, I don’t need anything or anyone else. I love you, more than anything. This is just, a small blip in our path. We have our entire lives ahead of us. In two years’ time, you will get the apple of Idunn.’ Loki smiled and held her face in his hands as he rubbed his nose against hers.

‘I… I love you too. But don’t you want children?’ Rose looked at Loki through her watery eyes.

‘I had a realisation, my love. Neither of us want children right now, but the option has been ripped from us, which is truly heart-breaking.’ As Loki spoke he felt a lump in his throat but he managed to push it down. ‘But, it’s not like we’ve lost a child. Like others have. We are lucky, in that sense. We can’t miss what we never had… When we are ready, and want to expand on our family, there are so many babies out there that have been cast out from their families. We could adopt. An Alpha, omega or a beta. Any child that needs a loving home in the future, we could give that to. Just because they won’t be ours by blood, doesn’t mean anything.’

Rose took in Loki’s words and she knew he was right. She started to feel better almost instantly. Though the dull ache of knowing they wouldn’t have their own child was still there and always would be, it wasn’t the end of the world.

‘Why are you always right?’ Rose said with a small smile as she hugged him, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly.

‘I am most of the time.’ Loki chuckled and hugged her back tightly.

It still took a few days for the couple to get back to normal. Everyone had heard of their news and offered their condolences. They went back to speak to the healer about what to do with the intensity of Rose’s heats.

‘We don’t normally like to interfere with natural biology. However, if there was ever a time where you were both going to be apart when a heat is due, we would recommend heat suppressants. If you’re alone, it’s bad enough for the average omega to handle a heat without their Alpha. But with how extreme yours is, I fear it would be worse if you couldn’t be together.’ The healer said softly.

‘So, you suggest we just carry on as normal?’ Loki asked.

‘Yes. But if the heats become worse and unbearable, even with you being together, then come back to see me and we can give the suppressants. There is one other option, but that is not one to be taken lightly…’

‘What is it?’ Rose asked quietly.

‘We could remove your ovaries. That would cease any future heats from happening. But of course that obviously means that even the small, less than 1% chance of pregnancy would become 0%.’ The healer said carefully as she looked between them both.

Loki gave Rose’s hand a big squeeze to reassure her.

‘Well, her heat was not long ago. So we shall leave it for now as this is not a decision to be made lightly.’ Loki said and Rose nodded in agreement.

‘You know where I am if you need anything at all. Or if you ever just want to talk.’ The healer was so genuine and nice towards them both, it did put them both slightly more at ease knowing there was help if they needed it.

Rose was still feeling a bit vulnerable, but Loki held her hand tightly and they went down to the stables so they could go for a ride. She started to feel a lot better as they galloped through the forest.

Loki took the lead and they rode high up into the mountains. Rose thought he was taking her to the waterfall, one of their favorite places. But she was a bit confused when they ended up right at the top instead of down the bottom, where they usually swam.

‘Want to do something thrilling? Let off some steam?’ Loki asked as they dismounted their horses.

‘What is it?’ Rose asked, confused.

Loki took her hand again and led her to the cliff edge, beside the water as it fell over the edge.

‘Do you trust me?’ He asked.

‘Of course. You know I do.’ Rose nodded, feeling her stomach swirl as she had a feeling she knew what Loki was meaning now.

Loki used his Seidr and Rose let out a small gasp as she was suddenly wearing less clothing, for swimming.

He then looked at her and nodded. Still holding her hand, he took the lead and jumped. Rose had no option but to jump with him, or she would have been dragged over the edge anyway.

The two screamed loudly as they fell down the side of the cliff, towards the water at the bottom. The water from the fall sprayed them during their fall. Rose couldn’t deny that it was certainly thrilling as they fell, the wind rushing over them and the adrenaline kicked in, rushing through their veins.

When they hit the water, it was like a big rush through them both. As they surfaced in the water, gasping and laughing at what they just did, they felt like they’d left their worries behind at the top of the cliff.

Loki took Rose in his arms and pressed his lips against hers. The water lapped around their bodies as Rose clung to him.

‘I love you.’ Loki whispered over her lips.

‘I love you too… Thank you.’ Rose smiled.

B.A.P Supernatural Creature AU: Himchan

A/N: Helllo! Sorry I’m super late on on this collection of AUs but I got busy with uni and then everything sort of crashed and burned on me so I’ve been a mess. But thats not the point. You’re here for hunter(!) Himchan so I hope you enjoy!

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Prologue

Yongguk

Daehyun

Youngjae

Jongup

Junhong

You look up to see a tall man with black hair. He is stood there with his bow and arrow on the ready. He has a focused look on his face with one eye closed. He shoots the arrow and you can hear it hit its target. A smile appears on his face. His elegant hand picks up another arrow and before you know it, he has sent that flying too.

“Himchan!”

“Glad you could make it”, Himchan, you assume says.

The other stranger with long black hair, slightly taller then Himchan gives him a weak smile.

“Anyway, we got this. Get to safety now”, the stranger commands.

“Sir, yes sir”, Himchan says with a mock salutes.

He looks down at you and kneels down in front of you.

“Right, let’s get you to Youngjae so he can look at your injuries”, Himchan says as he gently picks you up bridal style.

“I’m entrusting those pests in your care Yongguk”, Himchan says and the stranger who you guessed was Yongguk nods and steps forward as Himchan turns around and breaks into a quick run.

You’re eyes feel heavy and the warmth of his arms were comforting.

“You’ll be safe now so relax”, he says.

His voice is deep and it felt like it came out deep within his chest. It was comforting so you nod. You feel yourself nodding off but you manage to tell him your name and you just manage to see his smile and hear him repeat it just before you fall asleep in his arms.

When you wake up, you are in an unknown room. The room was empty with grey walls and the small window. You sit up on the bed you were in and look around to see the man who saved you standing there with a bright smile on his face. The dimple under his eye catches your eyes, as you can’t hep but smile back at him.

“I see you are awake”, he says gently.

You nod.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better”

“Good, everyone is ready to meet you”, he says and offers you his hand.

“Everyone?”

He nods and helps you stand up. He leads you out of the room and pulls you into what looks like the living room. And five pair of eyes land on you.

“This is everyone!” Himchan announces and introduces you to all of them.

“That’s Yongguk, our alpha and leader, over there is our Beta, Junhong. He is our rare banshee, Daehyun and that’s our brain and the one who checked up all your wounds Youngjae and then our quiet but ancient kitsune, Jongup”

As Himchan introduces each of them to you, they give you a wave and then before you can say anything other than you name to them, Himchan declares that dinner is ready.

“Dinner?”

“Yeah, I bet you are hungry”, Himchan says and then leads you into the kitchen and gets you to sit down at the small round dinning table.

Everyone joins you and sits around you while Himchan shuffles around the kitchen getting things ready. He starts serving you and then the rest of the boys and once he is sure everyone has plenty of food, only then does he sits down. He smiles at everyone before he to tucks in.

“Oh wow”

“Right, Himchan is an absolute genius when it comes to cooking”, Daehyun says with a mouthful of food.

“Yah! Don’t speak with your mouthful”, Youngjae says as he smacks Daehyun who just pouts.

Himchan laughs a little.

“I’m glad you guys are enjoying it”

Dinner ends up being a cheerful and light-hearted event. You find comfort in this group of weird and wonderful people. And they welcomed you with open arms but Himchan was someone who was somehow always next to you. It was like he was taking care of you.

He had brushed it off by saying that since he was surrounded by a bunch of trouble makers, he was just used to taking care of all of them but you felt like his actions were different towards you.

The way he acted towards you made you feel warm and fizzy inside. He would smile at you and your heart would skip a beat and you would be left speechless. But there was something else you were curious about.

“Hey Himchan”

He hums in reply from his study table where he was sat reading through some documents.

“You said you were a hunter”

“I am, why?” he asks as he looks up at you.

You were standing at his doorway.

“How come you aren’t part of any clans?” you ask.

“Ah, I refused to kill a bunch of supernatural creatures and befriended them instead, that’s why”, he says with a laugh.

“How come?”

“Because, not all of them are bad and I’m sure you’ve realised the same in the past few weeks you’ve been here”, he says with a serious face.

You nod.

“My clan wanted me to kill Yongguk and I was ready to do so but when the wolves of Yongguk’s previous pack found me and out numbered me, he saved me instead of leaving me for dead. He gave up his whole life and saved me”, Himchan explains with a distant look in his eyes.

“Yongguk is a good person, all of them are and I will kill anyone for them”, he says.

“That’s sweet, scary but sweet”, you say but you understand him more.

“These people are my family, so I really would do anything for them”, Himchan concludes.

“Do your clan know?” you ask.

“I managed to hide for years but I think I’ve been found out”, he replies.

“How come?”

Himchan smiles at you.

“Just a feeling”

The conversation ends there as Yongguk stands next to you at Himchan’s doorway and clears his throat.

“We have a situation”, Yongguk says while looking at Himchan.

“What are we looking at?” Himchan asks as he puts the documents he was holding.

“Just a bunch of troublesome beta wolfs causing trouble”, Yongguk says.

“Ah, I’ll get my anaesthetic arrows and then we can go”, Himchan says as he stands up.

Yongguk nods and leaves.

“I better go”, Himchan says as he picks out his bow and arrows.

“Be careful”, you say.

“I’m always careful”, he says with a smirk on his face.

“Care to explain the arrow you had stuck on your shoulder the other day?”

“I told you! That was a lucky shot on the enemy’s part”, Himchan protests.

“Sure, I was born yesterday”, you say with a roll of your eyes but he just huffs before he runs out.

Obviously both Himchana and Yongguk come back safely that night as they always do. Himchan gives you the “I told you so” treatment but it’s all fun and games. But you learn to trust him whenever he is out dealing with troublesome supernatural creatures. He would always come back to you and it made you happy.

One day Himchan pulls you away and says he wants to take you out. You agree and you find yourself walking under the night sky with Himchan. As the two of you walk while talking about this, that and the other His hand finds yours and he gently holds it.

“I actually have something import to tell you”, he says.

“What is it?”

“Don’t freak out and just wait”, he says as he takes a few steps forward and starts to lift is shirt up and over his head.

“Him…chan?”

As he revels his bare back to you, your eyes trail all over his defined back but then you see a familiar tattoo on his upper back. It’s a tribal tattoo. You find yourself walking towards him for a better look at it and you automatically lift your right hand and place it right between his shoulder blade.

His skin is hot under your touch but as your hand rests on his back, the black tattoo starts to glow a faint blue and slowly you see a part of the tattoo appear on your wrist.

And you knew what that meant.

You should have known. Your parents were runaway hunters too and they were the reason you had run away that night Himchan had found you. They had told you to find the person you had a special connection with.  

“You’re my…

…soulmate, which is why the hunters are after you and why your parents because runaway hunters. They want me, through you and I had hoped that they would never find you but they are a vicious lot”, he says as he puts his shirt back on but his back is still facing you.

“And I’m sorry for bringing you in this mess but I promise you that I’ll project you and make sure you’re safe”, he says and finally looks at you.

“I trust you”, you say and he smiles at you.

“Now, we were being followed and the hunters are going to attack soon so I want you to run towards the main road when I give you the signal. Youngjae and Daehyun are waiting for you with a van”, he whispers and you can’t help but nod.

“But what about you?”

“I always come back don’t I?”

You nod.

“And you thrust me right?”

“Yes”

“Good, now go”, he orders firmly and you run as fast as you can and you see blue lightning.

It was Jongup and you pray to god Jongup will keep Himchan safe. And then you see the familiar army of hunters on the attack. You want to go back to Himchan but he would not want you back at the moment so you do as you’re told.

You spot the van and an anxious Daehyun waiting for you outside the van.

“What did you see?”

Daehyun bites his lip.

“What did you see, damn it?!”

“They’ll be fine, he will come back”, Daehyun assures you but he is too fidgety so you know he isn’t telling you something.

“Get in the van!” Youngjae commands from the driver’s seat.

“They will be fine, honest”, Youngjae says.

“Are you sure?”

“I would never say anything I don’t mean”, Youngjae says.

“And anyway, Himchan isn’t weak”, Daehyun says.

“And look, they are here”, Youngjae says and points out the window

You gasp.

“Another arrow!?”

Himchan laughs as you run to him and hug him tightly, avoiding the arrow of course.

“And why do you smell like you have been burnt?” you ask as you sniff around his neck.

“Oops”

You look at Jongup who can’t meet your eyes.

“This piece of shit electrocuted everything on sight, including me”, Himchan says and you notice the lightning scars around his cheeks and all over his neck.

You cup his face and he hisses in pain as you examine him.

“I’m just happy you’re safe but we have to get you some medical attention”, you say.

“I think a kiss would suffice”

“Think again Romeo, you need a good shower first”, you say and the other boys laugh.

Himchan pouts and you laugh before pulling him in for a quick kiss. You have no idea where the courage comes from but his lips feel good against yours. They are a little rough against your soft ones but it tells you that he is alive and he is real.

He blushes and the other boys tease him and you can’t help but laugh as you stand there next to him, holding his hand tightly.

Flood my Mornings: Climbing

Anon said: This is a prompt for Bonnie & FMM: since BabyBree is becoming quite the strong minded little lady, can we see her get into some antics at the worst possible time?

Notes from Mod Bonnie

This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.

See all past installments via Bonnie’s Master List

Previous installment:  Vermont (ii)

Fernacre, July, 1951 

“JESUS, lass!” Jamie hissed as he lunged to snatch Bree mid-stride and prevent what would have been a flying leap off the picnic table. He forced himself to exhale before setting her onto her feet and asking, “Why in the name of all that is holy and right do ye turn demon the instant we go out in public?”

The demon giggled. 

“Brianna, hear me, it’s no’ a game, this.” He dropped to a crouch before her, trying to keep his already-worn temper in check. “I mean it. NO climbing up upon things, d’ye hear?” 

“Okayyyy!” she trilled, beaming with joy, already turning on her heel. 

“Wait just there, we’re not—” 

But she was already out of reach, scampering off to join a pack of other children headed toward the play-slides. 

“Stay within the yard!” he called after her. “Heaven BLOODY help me,” he groaned under his breath in Gaelic, getting back to his feet and his conversation. “I’m terribly sorry for that wee hooligan, Tom.” 

“It’s alright, bud,” Tom Harper laughed, handing him back his bottle of terrible American beer. “Kids will be kids, no harm done.”

“Perhaps it’s some great test of parenting, to see how well I cope wi’out Claire to hand....or how poorly, as the case might be.”

It was the annual Fernacre employee summer picnic, or as Bree saw it, a battlefield ripe for the carnage her impish soul apparently craved. Scarce an hour the two of them had been there, and she’d already knocked over a pitcher of Lemonade, bitten another child who had bumped into her, squirted tomato sauce all down her front, and managed to get a lollipop stuck in her hair. This was to say nothing of the tantrum on the car ride about not being able to see the clouds (it being a hot, blue day and there being no clouds), and several outbursts of language he was more than grateful Claire had not been present to overhear. Nine days out of ten, Bree’s heartbreaking sweetness outweighed the net destruction (though there was plenty of the latter in any given day, and no mistake); but there would be a full moon brewing in the sky this evening, certainly, for Brianna Fraser had come out IN FORCE. 

“Really, though, she’ll grow out of it,” Tom said with a veteran’s confidence. “Our Rob was just the same at that age. It’s your first kiddo’s job to put you through the wringer. It’s in their contract and everything!” His wink went suddenly sideways as both brows furrowed over his Sunglasses. “Speaking of which, Claire’s okay, I hope?” 

“Oh, aye, she’s well enough,” Jamie assured him, taking what restorative strength he could from the watery excuse for a draught. “The babe kept her up all through the night, and she didna think she could manage being out the heat, besides.” 

“Don’t blame her one bit.” He wiped sweat from his forehead before adding significantly, “Not long, now, huh?” 

“No,” he grinned back, “not long at all.” 

Earlier that morning

“Will you absolutely hate me if I stay in bed today?”

“Of course not, mo nighean donn,” He tucked the covers more securely around her and then stood, looking around to see what he might bring her. 

“Would it be pressing my good luck to beg you to take the monster with you?”

He kissed her, then Ian. “...Which one?” 

“Oh, I'd happily give you BOTH, if I could!” She rubbed her now-still belly ruefully and winced a bit. “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, little one, you have got to give Mummy a BREAK when she’s trying to sleep. We can’t keep having these midnight drill parades!”

A whinnying horse galloped into the room and catapulted herself onto the bed next to Claire. “Mum-ma, you comin’?”

“No, lovey,” Claire said, pulling Bree close into a great, warm hug. “Mummy’s going to stay here and take a nap.” 

“Nappin’ isna FUN!” 

“Oh, it’s LOADS of fun for me! But you and Daddy will go and have a lovely time at the picnic, just the two of you.”

Bree grumbled for a minute, then brightened. “Can’see iffee’s ‘wake? If Beeyin’s ‘wake?”

Claire smiled that warm, sweet smile he loved so well. She pulled up the hem of her nightshirt from under the blankets, patiently letting Bree inspect the whole expanse of her with exuberant pats. 

After a few moments, Bree glowered up and whispered in a confidential yell, “I dinna heer’im.”

“I don’t feel him ei—Oh! There he is!” 

Bree shrieked in delight, dissolving into insane giggles as she poked the heaving mass back to and fro. At such a degree of intensity, it was rather like the game Jamie had seen the Fair where you clubbed the stuffed groundhog with a mallet only to have another pop up on the other side. ‘Clubbed’ indeed, for Claire was obliged to grab Bree’s hands and croon, “Gently, Bree, baby, *gently*...” 

After a long, peaceful while, Claire happened to glance up and catch his expression. She was a canny one, his wife, and she gave him a gimlet eye at once. “And just what are you smirking at like a cat in the cream?”

In truth, he WAS grinning, so widely he must have looked positively deranged. “You. are. SO. BIG.”

“You ARSE,” she laughed, managing to land him a kick in the belly even through the blankets.

“Ye ARE! I mean, LOOK!” He came to sit on the edge of the bed and joined Bree in outlining just how massive she was. “Big as a—a—”

“A HOUSE!” Bree finished helpfully, “or A ‘POTTAMUS!” 

“I do hope wee Ian comes out a fair shade more polite and complimentary than YOU lot,” Claire said, splitting a glare between the pair of them. 

“And just think, you’ve *two weeks more,* forbye.”  

“One and a half, thank you very much,” she corrected primly.

“But let’s just stop and consider.” He raised a significant brow. “Should wee Ian see fit to bide his time…”

“Don't EVEN suggest it.”

“....It could be THREE weeks more...” He was having trouble speaking normally through the bubbling laughter. “....or even FOUR, until—”

“You wish four more weeks upon me, Jamie Fraser, and I will make you wish otherwise.”

Bree turned her coat in a flash. “Don’ wisp that at Mum-ma, Da.” 

“Oh, verra well, if ye say so,” he said, mock-abashed, with a wink at his wife. Glancing at his watch, he groaned and straightened with a yawn. Claire’s tossing and turning in the night from Ian’s acrobatics hadn’t done him any favors, either.  “Alright, a leannan, let’s see to your clothes and get along to the picnic.”

“You really do delight in seeing me as huge as a beached whale, don't you?” Claire asked sardonically as Bree scurried from the room, cheering.

“Aye, I do,” he admitted freely, wrapping both his arms around her and nuzzling his nose against hers. “Truly one of the happiest sights I’ve ever seen.” 

In the cave, he had many a time wondered—longingly—what Claire might look like at the time of her full term; and what he had imagined paled in comparison. She was full and lush in every single inch of her. Hair thick and glossy. Skin softly glowing like sunlight on a flower petal. Whisky eyes seeming to sparkle with the same light, heavy with a soft, sleepy happiness. Claire was absolutely exquisite in this height of her bearing, and he would happily spend all his days glorying in the memory of her, this way. 

“I never imagined...” He bent and laid a kiss on her straining navel, reflecting that spending a fair number of those days in good fun and laughter would *also* be greatly rewarding. “...that anyone could get even bigger wi’ child than JENNY.” 

“Bree!” Claire shouted, swatting him with a pillow as he lunged up to kiss her cheeks and neck ferociously, “tell your Da to take his imagination and shove it up his—”

A crash sounded from the other room, followed by a ‘whoops-eeee’, which, in retrospect, had not boded well for the rest of the day

“MISTER FRASER!!!” 

His head whipped around so fast he heard his neck crack.

She was on the top rung of the fence separating the yard from the adjacent pasture, and he felt his heart stop as she fell from it headfirst. 

The next moments as he sprinted toward her seemed to pass as slowly as in a dream. He could hear shouts and cries behind him, but he didn’t stop for an instant until he was vaulting over the fence and snatching her up off her back. He didn’t remember what words he may have uttered, or in what language, but a few moments later, he was exhaling in great gasps of relief seeing that she was conscious and not injured, just badly scared with the breath knocked out of her. 

Dazed, she began to cry with great long wails that drove away the two mares that had come to investigate the visitor to their pasture. Thank the Lord she hadn’t chosen the next paddock over, where the true brawlers were kept. 

“You’re alright?” he demanded once more as he got back to the right side of the fence, vaguely aware he was speaking in Gaelic. “You’re not hurt?” 

She coughed and gasped for breath, considered, then showed him, lips trembling, a slightly-red patch on the fleshy part of her palm.

He laid a fervent kiss in her hand—silently praising heaven she hadn’t broken the wrist, for all that she was still crying like a banshee—and then could contain himself no longer. 

“What did I say about climbing?” His teeth were gritted tight and his hands were shaking even as they strove to remain gentle. “AND about wandering off??”

“I din’knowww,” she wailed, hearing his tone and trying to hide her face in his chest. 

“Ye DO know.” He pulled her up and made her look at him. “Brianna Ellen, ye must listen to what I say! Don’t ye understand ye could have gotten very badly hurt? Lass, look at me.”

She was sobbing, now, working herself up into hysterics. “C—can—na—”

“Why not?”

“Cause—mad—dit—m—meee—”

He went completely still at that. Closing his eyes, he took a deep, deep breath. 

Help me, Da. 

With gestures and apologetic looks, he shooed the well-meaning onlookers back to their picnic and made for the big oak tree in the opposite corner of the yard. It was well-shaded, and he sat down against the trunk, holding his daughter to his chest as she sobbed against his shoulder. 

Thank God she wasn’t hurt. Thank GOD. 

“Bree, cub?” The walk had calmed him, and he was glad to hear his voice was gentle and soft. “Look at me, aye?” 

After a moment, she glanced timidly up (face red as an apple and covered in liquids of all description) and he smiled at her, stroking her cheek and her hair. “I’m here, a leannan. It’s just me...just Da... I love you.” 

“Love—” she hiccuped through her tears, “—too.” 

He kissed her and held her close for a minute before setting her on his legs facing him and saying gravely, “But ye made me verra afraid today, a chuisle. Ye disobeyed and could have hurt yourself.” 

“I did’nint mean to,” she said, rubbing her eyes.

“Aye, I ken ye didna mean to get hurt,” he said, gently pulling her fists away from her face, “but ye meant to be climbing the fence, even after I told ye not.” 

“...It was fun, though,” she offered with a shrug, voice tremulously defiant.

“Aye, well...” 

Come on, Da.... How would ye have explained this to me?  

A shrill whinny sounded in the distance, then another, and Jamie glanced around to see the two sorrel foals playing together in the south pasture, teasing and prancing about one another.  

He smiled and felt peace whispering through the grasses. Until the day break, and the shadows flee away. 

“Ye ken, when wee Ian is born, Bree, he’s going to grow up fast. Before long, he’ll be as big as you and running about on his own! And you’ll want your wee brother to be safe, aye?” 

She straightened at that, no longer crying. Bairn safety was no small matter, in her book. She nodded. 

“Say there were something like a great, nasty snake crawling about in the grass about to bite your brother on the foot.....Would ye just stand by and let him be hurt?”

Brianna looked up at him in absolute affront. “NO, I’d kill dat snake!”

He very nearly choked, but managed to keep a moderately straight face. Call upon a Fraser, and a Fraser ye shall get, he supposed;  but he cleared his throat and plunged on, determined to make his point. “But what if wee Ian didna understand the beast was dangerous? What if he went running to the snake because he thought it would be fun to play wi’ it?”

“Well...I jus’tell him not.”

“Aye, just so,” he said, “because we have to protect the people we love, d’ye see?” 

“Uh-huh.” She was staring up at him, rapt but not quite understanding. 

“So when I tell ye not to do things like climb the fence, mo chridhe, it’s only to keep ye safe, to keep ye getting hurt because I love you so. And when the bairn comes, it’ll be your job to keep him safe, too.”

She nodded emphatically. “I’ll do him safe, Da, promise.”

“But that means ye have to keep yourself safe, as well. Elder sisters have to be the best at obeying Mam and Da so the smaller bairns ken what’s the right way of things. Can ye do that?” 

“Aye,” she said at once. “I’ll ‘bey.” 

For precisely sixty seconds out of every hour, he predicted. 

“Hear me, though, Bree: the next time ye disobey like ye did today, I shall have to strap ye. I dinna want to do it, not one bit, but it’s how you’ll learn. Are we understood?

“....What’s s-tuh-rap?” 

“Getting smacked hard on the bottom wi’ a belt.” 

“Hard?” she clarified, shocked. 

“Aye, hard enough that it hurts.” 

“But ye said—” She scrunched up her face and gestured with both hands. “NOT do things to KEEP me of getting hurted....”

A Dhia, Da, he laughed silently, how by all the saints did ye raise three—

“JAMIE!!”

His head snapped up and he saw Marian rushing down from the house, beckoning wildly, with a look of—

“Da—ddy—” Bree gasped out from where she bounced against his shoulder. “Why we runnin’?”

His heart was pounding.

“Because your brother has decided he’s going to arrive early.”  

Jonathan’s Hair-Raising Halloween Adventure - Outline

Rough-up under the cut. Contains crazy-spoilers and a lot of notes and other jazz. Broken up into parts to keep things flowing and to help stay on track. Enjoy!

1.) In the midst of the October flurry of pumpkins, autumn leaves and the excited stirring of all manner of things dark and dreadful, the Sloan’s resident monsters are busy subtly helping get the house and grounds readied and properly decorated for Halloween, and eagerly spooking, scaring, haunting and playing with Jonathan, now seven (seven and three-quarters, as the little boy would excitedly insist).

2.) Grunk and Krolli overhear Jonathan’s parents debating–among other things–who will be setting aside time to be taking Jonathan trick-or-treating this year. Decidedly unimpressed by Mr. and Mrs. Sloans lack of holiday spirit, they decide right then and there that its time for them to have a turn! Skulking away the monsters soon gather together to make plans and pass the word along: attic to basement, in Jonathan’s closet and under his bed they gather and confer, eager to partake in a trick and treating, spooking n’ scaring spree with their human! And such a hair-raising monster-jamboree sounds likes just the thing! This years Halloween is one the people of this town will be talking about for years to come! Perhaps even the demons and spirits of the holiday will take notice and confer their favor? Oh, how delightfully gruesome! After all, who better than young Jonathan to celebrate the season with than his monsters? Because really, why should little JonJon’s mum and dad have all the fun?

3. ) Naturally it’s Grunk who approaches Jonathan, Drool in tow, as he lies awake in bed, scared, excited and restless, the underside of his bed and his closet particularly lively with monsters tonight, tentacles and claws creeping over his bed-covers, a host of familiar spooks and monsters keeping him company even as they ensure he doesn’t sneak out of bed and spend his night wandering about outside his room, getting into no end of mischief. Sparking their humans imagination, they growl and hiss, claws curled and teeth bared as they reveal their plans and entice Jonathan to spend his Halloween with them, teasing and tempting him with the prospect of all the candy they’d rake in, all the ghoulish fun they’d have to together, all the people they’d scare and all the pranks they’d pull! It doesn’t take much to win their human over, the child’s eyes alight with excitement as they wriggle under the covers and hug the pair close. They promise to make this October a fun-filled fright-fest, just for him. Jonathan giggles as Grunk gently boops him on the nose and ruffles his hair, while Drool gives him several slobbery lickery-kisses and snuggles up to him, before his high spirits damper as he recalls his parents with a guilty start: they did promise to take him trick-or-treating again this year, he can’t be in two places at once, and really, he doesn’t think his parents are ready to meet Grunk or the others, not really, so they can’t all go together! Adults have some weird notions about monsters after all, it would never work! Grunk let’s out a deep growling chuckle, eyes blazing as he displays a wide grin full of teeth, full of creepish glee as he gives his human a few lickery kisses of his own and tickles their feet, assuring them that they’ve got everything covered, just wait and see~!

4.) Practically vibrating with excitement, Jonathan is eventually persuaded to fall asleep, and over the next few evenings the boys monsters finally relent and reveal their plans, with a little pleading and prodding from Jonathan. They’re going to play a little Halloween trick on his parents: one of the monsters will dress up and switch with him, his double taking his place and trick-or-treating with his parents, while he spends this Halloween with them! A smallish-monster just his size, Horus Boogart, eagerly volunteers themselves, and proves their worth by giving a downright uncanny imitation of little JonJon’s voice. Course decided, the monsters help Jonathan choose costumes for himself and his double. Their boy stoutly insists that he wants to be something good and scary!

Ghoul? Vampire? Warlock? Zombie? Demon? Ghost? Werewolf? Banshee? Devil? Ogre? Mummy? Nope, none of these will do, not for him. Instead the boy eagerly proclaims he wants to be a scary boogey-monster, like Grunk and the others. Absolutely chuffed with their humans choice, and tickled by the idea, the monsters help put together a truly frightful costume for their human: lovingly assembled from old bits of fabric and odds and ends, spider-thread, and discarded horns, teeth, claws, scales, hair and fur.

Armed and forewarned with the knowledge of what his monsters are up to, Jonathan insists to his parents that he wants to make his own costume this year, and after a bit of wrangling they go shopping to pick up basic supplies and decorations; craft-paper and glue-sticks, candy and pumpkins. The clock ticks down to the big day in a flurry of excitement, school, decorations, and holiday cheer.

5.) Before long Halloween arrives, and at the crack of dusk Jonathan gets himself ready as he and his double dress up like mummies, before rushing to show off his handy-work to his parents. Sneaking up on his father he gives them a momentary unexpected fright before rushing off to grab his pumpkin pale and ducking into the bathroom with a hasty excuse, making a last minute switch with his double. His double takes his place, taking pictures, trick-or-treating with his dad dressed as a mummy and going door to door, all while pretending to be him.

Jonathan meanwhile quickly rejoins the rest of his monsters, and eagerly slips into his real Halloween costume with some help, bouncing about, waving his claws and letting out several practice growls, to Grunks pleasure and amusement. With the hood up and the costume zipped up and secured, the boy makes for quite a sight. Why, even his own mum wouldn’t recognize him, Krolli proclaims with delight. After a bit of clowning around the monsters gather their supplies and slip out of the house with their boy in tow, eager for a night of tricks, treats, and a wee bit of mayhem too.

6.) They make good time as they prowl through their neighbors pumpkin patch, romp and stomp through the woods while making a beastly ruckus and sending owls and bats into flight. Stopping at the crest of a hill overlooking one of the towns oldest and largest cemeteries Jonathan joins his monsters at howling at the moon together in celebration as he rides atop Grunks head, waking zombies, ghosts, ghouls from their naps and rousing them from their graves. Chortling and growling the monsters are soon on the prowl as they gambol into town to dole out plenty of tricks and treats.

7.) Doling out a few friendly scares here and there, Jonathan and his monster mix and mingle with other trick-or-treaters, chatting amongst themselves and showing off a little for their human, collecting plenty of candy and playing tricks on those few who are unprepared for the holiday season. Occasionally playing tricks on orscaring adults and trick-or-treaters alike for the fun of it, they hit neighborhood after neighborhood, their boy  carried or hitching rides as he’s rotated from one monster to the next so everyone can spend some time with their lad. Sack after sack is filled and loaded into a little red wagon one of the boogey-monsters requisitions after a particularly successful scare sends a flock of older children running and shrieking in fright. Letting out a contented sigh as he scampers along, one hand holding Drools claws, the other resting in Grunk’s beastly mitt as they stroll through the crisp autumn night air and crunching through the autumn leaves, Jonathan wishes to himself that Halloween could last forever.

8.) It’s when they mingle with a larger group of children in one of the busier neighborhoods and the hour begins to turn late, when they begin contemplating whether they should retire early or press onward, that disaster strikes. A group of masked teenagers armed with heavy-duty flashlights, eggs, stink-bombs, toilet-paper, firecrackers, and water-balloons crashes the party and sends trick-or-treaters running left and right shrieking and hollering in panic and terror in a  most unsporting fashion as candy-pales are snatched and people are pelted with rotten eggs and water-balloons, paper-toilet and stink-bombs being thrown about freely. The flashing lights and loud-noises leaving the monsters disoriented in the confusion as they try to shield their child while chasing and scaring the bullies away. The pandemonium only increases.

9.) In the general chaos Jonathan gets separated from his monsters, his hood eschew and his ears ringing as he hastily clears away the toilet-paper and silly-string from his person and ends up mistaking someone else for Drool from a distance, rushing to catch up. It’s only too late that he realizes his mistake and tries to play it off, quickly ducking away and reluctantly joining another group of trick-or-treaters as he tries to make the best of the situation and hopes he runs into his monsters again soon. Unfortunately this particular neighborhoods rubbish: the most interesting thing he acquires is a nice long rope of sausages from an old, eccentric and quite probably senile old man who moonlights as a butcher, which he reluctantly accepts. From there it’s down hill as he receives stale marshmallows out of the package, circus peanuts, toothbrushes, a feeble smattering of actual candy, and the worst insult of all: a good-sized rock dressed up in wrapping paper depicting grinning jack-o-lanterns from some masked weirdo.

Angry and disappointed by such a poor showing, Jonathan brightens up considerably at the prospect of what manner of ghoulish trickery awaits this neighborhood when he tells Grunk and the others all about this and shows them such a shameful collection of ‘treats’. Buoyed by the very thought, Jonathan continues on with a bit more pep in his step and nearly crashes into his dad and body-double.

10.) Jonathan hastily ducks away and escapes down an  alley before ducking back into the graveyard on the edge of the woods they’d passed earlier that night to avoid being spotted by the gang of older kids, who he can hear uncomfortably close by as they continue sowing mayhem and making a ruckus. Stumbling across a severed zombie’s head bouncing along in desperate search for its body, he reluctantly agrees to help. Grunk always told him never to trust dead things, but he didn’t say anything about undead things, and while the few skeletons and ghosts hanging about seem surprised at his boldness, they’ve been perfectly nice! Eventually they find its body aimlessly wandering in circles around a headstone. The zombie promises it owes him one after it thanks him. Jonathan waves goodby and delves deeper into the graveyard, more afraid of ransacking teenagers than ghosts, monsters and ghoulies as he tries to find another way out.

11.) Stumbling on more trouble in the form of three teenagers in animal masks playing keep-away with one of his school-yard chums from school, Jonathan decides to emulate Grunk and climbs up to stand on a headstone. He does his best to scare the trio away. While initially the three are startled into dropping the sack of candy and letting their victim scramble away, they don’t exactly run screaming in terror into the night. In deep trouble now, the leader tries to grab a hold of the little meddler. A scuffle ensues, and in his desperation he starts screaming his head off, kicking one of the trio in the shin, punches the other in the jewels, and finally bites the leader wearing a tiger mask in the fleshy place between thumb and forefinger as hard as he can when they grab him and try to cover his mouth to shut him up. Hard enough to leave a serious indentation and make them shout and cry a bit as they quickly let him go and push him away.

12.) Thrown to the ground with a gasp, he accidentally rips their handkerchief free and automatically hangs on to it it for dear life as he scrambles to snatch up his sack of loot and make a run for it. The trio of trouble-makers give chase, shouting and cursing as the rabid little freak that attacked them ducks between headstones and under low-hanging tree-branches, before crawling through a trough under the fence and escaping into the neighboring farm as they duck through the pumpkin-patch, before vanishing into the forest. The bullies giving chase the entire way. The trio end up crashing into each other as the one wearing the owl mask missteps and ends with their foot jammed good into a rotten pumpkin, losing any chance of catching him.

13.) Stopping to catch his breath as he keep walking and tries to find his way back into town, daring to hope that the worst is behind him, little JonJon runs afoul of a rather dim-witted and near-sighted ogre in the woods. Chased up a tree by the hungry fiend, thinking quickly he manages to eventually convince them that he’s not a human even if he smells like one, but a monster, and that if they’ll leave him be he’ll give them the human entrails he’d been saving for later. Disguising the rock by wrapping it up in the sausages, he feeds the whole mess to the ogre, who shatters more than just a few of their rancid teeth in their greedy enthusiasm. Quickly scampering out of the tree while the ogre is distracted, Jonathan runs, the sounds of their agony and rage spurring him on.

14.) On the way out of the woods they stumble into a dreadfully ghoulish looking zombie, who after nearly scaring the piss out of them, gets them to settle down and escorts them out of the woods, thanking Jonathan for helping his brother get ahead back there in the graveyard, really kind of him, while also gently chiding him for wandering around alone like that: no telling what weirdos or creatures are stalking the shadows! A young human–or a young monster for that matter–could get into a lot of trouble!

Fervently agreeing, as he thinks he’s had quite enough excitement for one night, Jonathan is eventually led back into the familiar embrace of his monsters, who are overjoyed to see him, and have been looking absolutely everywhere for him! Between bites of candy and sips of water he tells Grunk, Drool, Krolli and the rest of the gang everything. Their relief in having their human back is only rivaled by their pride and delight as they listen to their human excitedly tell his tale, energy and high spirits restored!

15.) It’s only when it’s brought to his attention that he’s still has the grimy and damp handkerchief from the leader of the graveyard naer-do-wells mixed in with the rest of his junk that Jonathan realizes he didn’t lose it. Letting out a grisly series of laughs, the monsters have an absolutely fiendish idea, and propose once last hurrah to conclude the night, with a little well-deserved revenge mixed in, that is if of course if their boy’s up for it? Jonathan eagerly agrees with an evil laugh of his own as the handkerchief is passed around, the the monsters picking up the scent, with Krolli in the lead this time.

16.)  After a few false starts they split up to track the scent. It doesn’t take long at all however for them to track the scent to an elicit Halloween-party in an abandoned haunted house on the very outskirts of town, flanked by the woods. Ah, and look, the parties in full swing! Perfect. The word is spread and the monsters gather together en masse: familiar boogey-monsters, ghoulies and beasties from basement to attic, closet to under-bed, with Grunk, and his human at the center as they plot and plan. They scope the place out before dispersing–this old place is just ripe with potential, with its dusty and disused rooms and and dark spider-web bedecked corners. And it would be such a shame to pass up on such a golden opportunity to show these upstarts how a good scare is really done, particularly since they recognize quite a few of the hoodlums that crashed their own trick-or-treating spree! Oooh yes, this is going to good.

17.) Jonathan is snuck inside and safely sequestered under one of the covered concession tables, with Sly there to keep him company and guard him as they sip on soda-pop, snack on popcorn, and sit back to watch the show.

18.) It smarts small enough. The lights gutter and flick, doors slam, the sound system starts acting strangely, playing a horribly distorted version of ‘This Is Halloween’ before dying out with a wet gurgling growl of static. Those small groups of party-goers who can be lured away, broken up or distracted are with subtle tricks. Just as the sound-system is plugged back in, the powers cut. The wind howls, shutters bang, the silence is deafening before people start raising a ruckus and start dispersing: a couple of people go down into the cellar to find the fuse-box. A few more hunt for candles or go off throughout the house armed with flashlights and start to explore with nothing better to do, or join the other kids up stairs for a snog or some cheesy party-games, bored with no music and little enough booze on hand. Worst Halloween Party Ever.

19.) Showtime! A series of scares unfold rapidly.

A quartet of teenagers wandering into the kitchen for snacks investigate the weird glowing and thumping noises emanating from the fridge, thinking its another of their friends shitty pranks only to receive the scare of their young lives as Krolli explodes out of the fridge with a dreadful snarl, teeth bared and face stretched into a grotesque leer, before with a nasty grin he belches forth a great shrieking flock of blood-eyed vampire bats that send them running while screaming bloody-murder out the back door and into the night, the bats chasing them for several blocks before they disperse, as Krolli moves on to his next victim.

Ah young love…A couple of teens close their eyes and lean in to kiss, silhouetted by the dim starlight coming through the unshuttered window in one of the upstairs bedrooms only to pause as they smell something funky. Quickly cracking open a window and assuming its just a dead skunk or the like, they resume where they left off, leaning in nervously, eyes closed, to kiss. Only for Drool to insert himself between the couple with a toothy grin, arms encircling his pair of victims as they jerk apart in horror and disgust after kissing him on the snout, eyes flaring open. He returns the favor with a thorough and slimy lickery-kiss of his own. With an evil braying laugh the scaring and the screaming starts.

Grunk corners the ring-leader and his twin brother for this dreadful charade down in the basement, dragging his claws with a sinister rasp along the floor before slowly looming up behind them, green ooze salivating from between his teeth to dribble upon his pair of unsuspecting victims heads as his tail slithers to encircle their feet with a gentle rasp, hot billowing breath washing over the backs of their necks as he lets out a deep growling chuckle. It’s been a while since he visited the Jones brothers. It’s going to be so fun to catch up on old times, and remind them of why they’re still afraid of the dark, even after all these years.

It’s the same story throughout the house as the air is soon filled with shrieks and screams of terror, horror and revulsion. Monsters of all shapes and sizes strike with ghoulish glee, no expense spared and no mercy shown as they have the utmost fun with a house of fresh victims ripe for the scaring. Bursting from wardrobes and out of closets, hulking from under beds, and in one notable instance several monsters making their entrance from a dumbwaiter. The lights flicker and dim before returning, as the monsters gather together to mop up the stragglers in group scares. Things reach a crescendo of terror as people knock down the front door or desperately start climbing out of the windows to escape as the monsters send each and every single one of the party-goers running and screaming into the night, racing off pell-mell in their cars or dashing down the road, more than one pair of pants soaked through with fear-urine.

The teens party has been utterly trashed, and whatever they tell themselves or each other, Grunk and the others will be very surprised and disappointed if they don’t all remember this night for years to come.

20.) Feeling quite self-satisfied they gather together, congratulating each other on their fine work and fetching their human–who’s beside himself with glee and still full of vim and vigor in spite of the lateness of the hour–a product of all the sugar and excitement no doubt–as he recounts his favorite scares and makes more than one monster blush with pleasure and pride. Playing games and chatting amongst themselves they slink through the night and return home, stashing the nights loot away least their boys parents start asking awkward questions. Jonathan and Horus update each other on how their nights went, and though his parents gave him funny looks at the dinner table, no one objected to his monstrous stand-in keeping his costume on, or seemed to notice anything odd.

21.) Deciding to play one last Halloween trick on their boy, the monsters wait until Jonathan is ready for bed and lights are out as they gather thickly under his bed, before with many a toothy grin he’s grabbing by his ankles and dragged screaming underneath into the monster-infested shadows with a shriek of fright and indignant amusement. Chortling and making all manner of beastly noises, well satisfied, they spend until the wee hours of the morning together with their human. Reading horror-comics, teasing and playing with him, and snuggling together as they snack on candy and enjoy the remains of their Halloween together, until Jonathan eventually succumbs to exhaustion and conks out. He wakes up in his bed the next afternoon, having completely slept through wake-up call, physically queasy, tired and sore, but mentally exhilarated. His monsters were right: best Halloween ever.

Author Note: Way way too fatty to be a proper outline, and it feels like this needs some work still, even before I (maybe) turn it into a full-scale short-story or whatever? Need to clean this up and tighten the plot-points and include more monsters by name, but I think this isn’t too bad, even if it’s probably a labor to read as is.

Special thanks to @mickeyjunk for inspiring this whole thing and giving me the creative boost I needed to write all of this!

Jonsa S7 Summer Challenge Day 4: Summer Nights

Submitted by: @myrish-lace-love

Summary:  Jon and Sansa are neighbors in the same apartment building who’ve grown closer over the past several months, and they’re in a relationship now. Jon’s a veteran with PTSD, so Sansa’s found a park they can go to that doesn’t allow fireworks. Sansa’s friends Margaery and Jeyne are along for the camping trip. and Jon thinks Margery’s up to something. She is, but he’s wrong about her motivations.For @jonsa-creatives Jonsa S7 summer challenge! 

Part 1 is here. Part 2 is here. Part 3 is here. 

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They got hustled off the beach when dusk hit, and strolled back to Jon and Sansa’s campsite. 

Jon started to build up the fire in the big pit in the center of the lot. The park was packed, and they were surrounded on all sides by campers and trailers. But this spot had a few pine trees, which helped give it some privacy. The blue-green needles had fallen over many years and made a soft brown carpet on the ground.

Sansa went into the tent to change. She came out with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, wearing shorts and a light blue cover-up.

She looked worried.

Jon started to walk over, when Sansa motioned to Jeyne. Jon gave the two some privacy.

“Hey, short dark and handsome. Some help here?” Margaery had her hands full with tinfoil and corn on the cob.

They grilled up steaks and corn. Just like Jon had, on the deck of the boat when he’d been with Pyp and Grenn and Sam. Sam’s 25th birthday celebration, where he and the other guys had rented a boat and went sailing around the Virgin islands. He’d asked Sansa if he could write to her, and he’d been relived when she said yes. He’d mailed her a letter at each port. Every time he wrote he’d worked up the courage to be more open about how much he cared about her.

In his last letter he’d come so close to telling her he loved her, but he couldn’t quite do it. She’d still met him at the airport with a hug he’d probably remember for the rest of his life, and they’d started dating right after that.

Jon kissed her cheek, once they’d arranged themselves in a circle around the fire. She still tasted faintly of sunblock, and that made him smile. She pulled back, but her eyes were shining.

“Hey, what was that for?”

“The food.”

Sansa raised an eyebrow at him. Right. She probably needed more detail.

“It’s what we grilled after we all were finally done being seasick. When we were sailing in the Virgin Islands. Reminded me how happy I was that you let me write to you.”

Sansa was the only person we knew who could make eating corn off the cob look delicate. “I kind of felt like I was there with you, when you wrote.”

“That’s what I wanted.” The trip had been wonderful but he’d missed her. A lot. He’d written to tell her about the beautiful sites they were seeing.

“For me to feel like I was there, or for me to be there?”

Both, Jon thought, but before he could answer, Margaery tapped Sansa on the shoulder.

“We have a problem, dear.”

“What is it, Marg?” Sansa set her plate aside.

Margaery looked guilty. “Well, it was my job to pack the marshmallows, remember? For s’mores? Except I didn’t.”

Sansa rolled her eyes. “Marg…”

“I know, I know. S’mores. We gotta have them.” Margaery looked contrite, for once.

Sansa nodded solemnly, There was some kind of tradition at work here, that these three girls had built up over years of camping trips. Jon gathered that s’mores mattered, a lot.

Margaery glanced at the car. “Jeyne and I’ll go get them.”

Sansa brushed her hands off. “No, stay here with Jon. We might need to go to more than one store. Jeyne and I can make it quick.”

“Okay, Sansa. I’m sorry, I really am. I know how much you like to have everything ready for trips like these.”

Sansa gave Margaery a warm smile. “It’s fine, Margaery. It’s like old times, when Arya would forget something. Sleeping bags or sunblock or–“

“Tent stakes,” Jeyne broke in, and all three girls groaned together. “God, that sucked. It poured rain too.”

Sansa’s mouth was turned up at the corner. “Arya ran around like a little banshee in it, too. Shrieking at the top of her lungs. She was thrilled.”

Sansa dusted off her hands. “Okay Jeyne, surgical strike, ready?”

“Born ready, Sansa.”

“Perfect. You two, stay here, we’ll be back in half an hour.”

“Yes Mom,” Margaery and Jon said together.

After the car pulled away, Jon was left staring into the fire with Margaery on the log next to him. The sun was almost set, and the trees cast long shadows over the campfire.  Night was approaching.

Thirty minutes had never seemed so long.

Margaery added wood to the fire, putting it just where Jon would have.

“So. Jon.”

Here we go. He did have to occasionally do a firmer brush-off, with some of the more insistent girls. He braced himself.

“I need you to explain to me, slowly and clearly, why you are making Sansa unhappy. And it had better be a good explanation.”

Margaery’s voice was sharp, sharp enough to make Jon look over at her.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I didn’t forget the marshmallows. They’re back at our campsite. I wouldn’t do that to Sansa on a trip like this. Nobody fucks with s’mores, so just jot that down.”

Margaery poked at the fire again, “Fortunately, she bought it. Anyway, spill. I want you to explain to me why my best friend keeps asking me whether her boyfriend thinks she’s attractive.”

Jon felt the earth shift underneath him. “I do,” he said. “I do, I think she’s beautiful.”

Margaery looked at him skeptically. “Do you make her feel that way?”

“I’ve told her.“ He had, he’d written it down, he’d whispered it in her ear…

“And you’re doing such a bang-up job that she’s pulling me aside on her vacation to ask if maybe I’m more your type that she is.”

Jon was angry, angry that Margaery was bringing this up. And angry, too, that he’d made Sansa uncertain about how he felt.

“You’re not my type,” Jon said through gritted teeth.

That had probably been too direct.

Margaery smiled. “I know. I told her if you think that poor, besotted boy has eyes for anyone but you, you’re crazy.”

She stared at the flames with her shoulders slumped. “It is a little blow to my ego.”

Jon tried to dredge up some kind of excuse this time, just out of politeness, but Margaery looked at him and chuckled.

“You are pretty gullible, huh? Don’t bother. Don’t care a bit. What you do need to do is make her feel wanted.”

Jon said nothing. If Margaery didn’t understand how tense Sansa was when she kissed him, he sure as hell wasn’t going to explain it. He wasn’t sulking. He was just protecting Sansa’s privacy.

Well, maybe a bit of both. He looked away, at the pine tree near the tent. At least we’ll have some shade. Hopefully we won’t be too hot in our sleeping bags in the morning. 

If Sansa even wanted him to join her.  If he hadn’t managed to botch this… 

Jon was so lost in thought that Margaery’s voice startled him.

“She’s asked me if there’s something wrong with her.”

That roused Jon out of his bad humor. “There’s nothing wrong with her.”

Margaery tilted her head. “Wow, you are kind of like a wolf when you get passionate, she’s right. Lucky her.”

Jon felt like his head was spinning. Wolf? Lucky? What?

“Anyway, all I’m saying is she’s she doesn’t know how you feel. She knows you like her, but she doesn’t know if you want her.”

Margaery flipped her hair away from her face. “Don’t get me wrong. Your letter serenade –  by the way don’t ever let anyone tell you that you don’t have a flair for the dramatic, because fancy stationary and handwritten letters and seriously? – convinced her you care about her. But it’s been what, two months? And all you’ve done is kiss her. You only ran your hand under her shirt once. She says that was just to steady her. I told her to try sucking on your tongue but–“

“Whoa, Marg, please.” Jon was pretty sure he was beet red. He’d heard plenty of guys brag about girls. But it was always very vague. This was almost a clinical level of detail.

Margaery smirked. “Too much? That’s how we talk. Anyway, you’re holding back.”

Jon felt his anger rise up again. “It’s not your business, Margaery.”

“She made it mine, when she asked me, and I’ve known her for eight years, not eight months, so forgive me if I’m pretty sure I know better than you do when she’s worried.” Margaery’s green eyes were fierce.

Not to be trifled with, Jon thought.

He nodded. “All right. Fine. That’s fair.”

Margaery picked up a bottle cap and fiddled with it. “It might not just be you, you know. She’s – well, this is really her story to tell, but she had a boyfriend a few years back who was a rare combination of whiny bitch and vicious asshole. He broke some of her confidence. Part of why I’ve been encouraging her to go after you.”

Jon was stunned. “You have?”

Margaery tossed the cap into the fire. “Encouraged her to see you were courting her like something out of an old-time movie. Look, you two seem good together. Just – remember she might need reassuring.” Margaery turned to him again.

“And if you hurt her, I will make it my mission to destroy you.”

Jon had seen sniper’s eyes, and he knew when a threat was real. There was steel in Margaery’s gaze.

“She’s lucky to have you,”  Jon said cautiously. He cleared his throat. “I’ll tell her, when she comes back, that it’s not you—“

Margaery threw her hands in the air. “Don’t mention me, you adorable idiot! Just focus on her, okay?”

“Okay. I’m…I’m sorry, Marg.”

“That you thought I was a grasping bitch trying to snatch Sansa’s boyfriend away?” Margaery gave him a dazzling smile.

He didn’t see any point in denying it. “Yeah.”

Margaery patted his arm. “Don’t be. Make it up to me by making her happy. Whatever that means to her. Got it? I sacrificed s’mores cred for you, and I hardly know you, so you owe me.”

“Got it.”

Jon heard the car pull up onto the gravel before Margaery did. Thank god. Not that he didn’t have a lot to think about.

Sansa and Jeyne hopped out.

“Hey you two!” Jeyne called. “The store was packed, so we had to drive two towns over–“

“Because s’mores are happening,” Sansa finished.

Margaery smiled. “Hit me with ‘em Jeyne.” Jeyne lobbed the bag to Margaery, who caught it easily.

“It’s chocolate time.” All three girls got the same dreamy expression on their face. Jon wondered if they knew how similar they looked.

Margaery nudged him. “Stop smirking Snow. Just because you don’t understand the orgasmic power of chocolate-“

That was more than enough of that. “Anyway I’m going to go – check the tent stakes.” he muttered.

Margeary took Jeyne’s hand. “I’ve got some really good Oberyn gossip for you doll. Let’s head back to our place.”

Jeyne pouted. “No campfire stories?”

“Maybe tomorrow. It’s really juicy, I promise.” Margaery gave Jon a pointed look over her shoulder as Margaery and Jeyne strolled away to their campground.