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fairlyqualityanon · 6 years ago

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Trompement - RR vore

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It's been awhile since I've written a cruel pred (as opposed to 'pred's just a dick') and I wondered what would ever cause Rikard to be cruel. “Never!” was my first thought, “That's more towards Chaotic and/or Evil!” But then I thought about it some more – he would if he had a very good reason, and it just so happens that Karla has been systematically bullied by a pair of rich entitled tinies from her school. 5.8k words and is not a 'true' one-shot, as it will have a direct sequel... written at some point. Contains a brief flashback to when Rikard still lived in Kirk’s Wood.

WARNING! Extremely cruel vore with both pred and observer taunting the prey (2)! Soft and clean, but constant verbal descriptions/threats of digestion. Seriously, don't piss off a Chaotic Neutral if they have a pred friend that owes them a favor, especially if that pred friend has lots of experience pretending to be monstrous.

“So where were you last Friday?”

“Out.” Karla's shoulders were hunched.

“You know there's a curfew.”

“Only for being on the streets.”

What an ungrateful tone! “You're just lucky we didn't have a surprise inspection.”

“You keep saying I wouldn't be missed anyways.”

“Doesn't mean we wouldn't still get in trouble for not knowing where you were!”

“Just stop following me already!”

She was about to tell the brat off for her impudence when said brat's expression changed, going from sullen defiance to elated surprise. She followed Karla's eyes, wondering what could cause such a sudden shift in mood.

“Sweetheart!” The commoner was addressing a human, who also appeared to be a mere commoner himself.

“Hey, honey. What're you doing out here?”

She stepped forward, lip curled as she studied the man. “You're sneaking out to fraternize with a non-student? You know what the Dean will have to say about this!”

“He'd have to hear about it, first!” Karla cackled behind her and she turned, calling out a quick spell that would make the impudent wench feel as if she'd burned her hand on a hot stove... or she tried to; the only sound coming out of her mouth was a faint, wispy hiss. Her eyes widened. Impossible! She tried again, and this time the borrower smirked and said sweetly, “If you had paid a little more attention in your anatomy classes, you'd notice that your vocal cords have been paralyzed. And as everyone knows, if you can't speak, you can't cast.”

The bitch grabbed them both by an arm and spun the three of them around to face the human. “Anyhoo, since you two are desperate to pry into every detail of my life to better ruin it, I thought I'd help you out and take you to meet my old friend, Rikard, because I know he'd enjoy the opportunity to eat you.”

She glanced over, catching Karla's eye and raising an eyebrow quizzically. Did you really just...

The human chuckled darkly and she whipped her head around to see a decidedly unpleasant grin on his face, almost feral.

“Mmm, they look rich.”

His stare was disconcerting, unsettling, and she took a step away before something jabbed in the small of her back. She yelped and hopped to the side.

“You look like you're having trouble there; why don't you let me help you out with those two, hun?”

The human was reaching for her and she, frozen in disbelief, didn't resist as she and her co-Alpha were scooped off the ground.

“Breakfast was awhile ago, so I thought you might be hungry, sweetheart.”

“Aww, you're so thoughtful, honey.” He spoke to the tiny on the ground, but his eyes were on the two in his hands, flicking from one to the other with a predatory stare. “They do look delicious, and not just because I'm absolutely starving right now.”

She shook her head frantically – not in denial, but in emphasis. The human noticed and grinned broadly, showing off a healthy set of teeth, a rare sight among non-local lower-borns.

“Don't worry, little morsels, I know how to treat my prey right. You can relax, knowing that you're in the care of the most considerate predator around.” He smirked, then ran a tongue over his lips as a thought occurred to him. “Why don't I just show you instead, since you seem to doubt my word.”

She tried pushing at his fingers to loosen them, to make him let her go, but her arms were trapped in front of her, unable to prevent him catching her feet deftly between his lips and, from there, sucking her into his mouth.

The first thing she did was to aim a kick directly at the roof of his mouth. The resultant hiss made her smile, until she was smashed flat against that same surface. His spongy tongue pressed unevenly against her back, shifting, scrubbing, almost scouring her increasingly damp clothes over her skin. She tried to push away several times but was just shoved right back where she started. Fuck! Her arms were starting to burn from the strain, and just as she thought it couldn't go on any longer, his tongue dropped out from underneath her, and she bounced lightly against it when she fell. She moved to sit up, to try and clear her head, but that slick muscle deftly spun her around and lifted her up, face down on his tongue this time.

She couldn't gain any purchase against his tongue, as it kept moving and shifting, so she decided to start hitting it, not having enough room to wind up a punch. But as her hand slid off, thanks to the thick gooey saliva, his tongue wrapped around that arm, covering it completely, squeezing just enough to almost hurt, before gradually trailing down and off. Nothing she did worked! And the moist, dank air rumbled with his echoing snicker, vibrating all the way deep inside her lungs.

She squeezed her eyes tightly closed, going limp in despair. This can't be real! Surely she hadn't offended any of the gods to the point where they'd allow this to actually happen. It was just a dream, it had to be, perhaps some kind of warning. But it felt real, the sounds, the smells, the rough texture of the tongue tip delicately running across her face. Wake up! Wake up wake up!

As if it had worked, as if one of the gods was actually paying attention, the movements of his tongue gradually slowed, relaxing down against the base of his mouth. Her eyes snapped open and she could see that his teeth were parted, that there was a ray of light shining through his slack lips, and she lunged forward, barely noticing that the tongue underneath her was sliding forward as well.

She was out! She could feel the air on her damp skin, and moved to dive off his tongue, away, free, but something was tugging at her mid-calf. Twisting, she looked back and up to find that the human had bitten down, pinning her legs to his tongue with his teeth, lips in a smug grin. She almost fell as he slowly pulled his tongue back into his mouth, dragging along her body, but he'd pinched the back of her robes, keeping her horizontal. That commoner magus was watching from below, also smirking, and called up to her with a laugh when their eyes met.

“Payback's a bitch, ain't it, Julie?”

Even if she'd been able to talk, she wouldn't have been able to talk from sheer incredulous rage. How dare they do this to her! Didn't they know who she was!?

Still holding her robes, still with her legs trapped, she was lifted vertically as the human tipped his head back. His tongue swept over her legs, leaving them coated with the thick slime of his saliva. Lips closed around her knees, something tugging repetitively and she realized, sick to her stomach, that he was sucking on her. Julie thrashed, tugging at her robe to try and remove it, preferring the humiliation of being spotted in boxers and grimy tank top to this display of absolute indignity. Her robe billowed with the gust of air from the human's amused snort.

He did open his mouth and pull her the rest of the way out, though, and turned her so Julie was forced to look at that smug hungry face again. “You should be more careful,” he said in a syrupy tone, “wouldn't want you to get hurt now, would we? Hmm.” The human shrugged one shoulder, unconcerned, and glanced down at Karla, who'd obviously planned this well in advance. “Sorry to cut the show short, hun, but this one seems in a hurry to get to where she belongs.” He looked back at Julie and narrowed his eyes, lilting, “I wanted to take my time and savor you, since apparently you used to matter, but if you insist...”

The human's head tipped back once more, swinging her up so rapidly she got dizzy, the sparkles in her eyes clearing right in time to see his mouth open and feel his fingers. Let. Go!

His tongue barely touched her, just enough to readjust Julie's fall and guide her into his waiting throat. She screamed soundlessly as she was sucked down, one hand stretching desperately for the light, only to see it blocked by the brute of a human's tongue as he licked his lips. His throat was disgusting and wet, rubbing against her expensive robes. Julie could hear him purring and she wriggled, trying to cause him pain, or at least make him uncomfortable. But all she heard was a pleased sigh before the moist tube rumbled around her with wild laughter.

She shifted her legs, trying her hardest to kick as each undulating swallow trailed down her body with a sickening squelch, bringing her gradually past his thumping heart. She knew exactly which spell to use to burn that heart to ash, but a mute couldn't cast! There was even a curse – one students her level were absolutely not supposed to know, but such were the perks of good breeding – that could rip the air from those lungs nearby, slowly asphyxiating him. But she couldn't cast!

Magic's not the only way to cause someone pain, and I don't need words to do it! How tough could a stomach be, anyway? It was just flesh, and flesh could be torn easily enough...

Rikard let out a quiet sigh, grinning lazily. The arrogant tiny had struggled the entire way down, starting to kick and pound at his stomach wall the very instant she'd landed in the damp organ. He tugged his shirt up and glanced at his belly. There wasn't much to be seen, but if you peered close and if you knew what to look for, you could spot the telltale signs of a decidedly unwilling prey. “Oooh, she's a fiery one!”

“Is she, now?” Karla purred, interested. “What did Julie taste like?”

“'Julie'?” He replied in a casually dismissive tone, “she's just a snack now, and food doesn't get to have a name.” The human settled back in his seat, idly running his thumb over the second student held in his grip. “Wood smoke and charcoal. I've never had the pleasure of eating someone who tasted so oddly delightful.” Then he looked at the other tiny and licked his lips slowly. “I'll bet you're no different.”

Karla giggled, covering her mouth as a demure afterthought as she pointed to the barely-visible ripples across his belly. “Looks like your first little snack isn't liking the compliment. Or,” she said with a knowing grin, “did your gut just say 'hello'?”

“Listen,” he purred, pressing the other bully against his stomach, “do you hear that?” On cue, it let out an echoing, gurgling groan. “My stomach is still so empty and it wants to be filled. Your friend simply isn't enough, you see? She's gotten it all worked up, starting to ooze those digestive acids ready and waiting to soak into you, carrying you to your final resting place.” Rikard lifted them up to eye level, smirking. He could feel that odd, almost imperceptible, shift in his eyes, the feral tint that his borrower friends said reminded them of a Wild Fae, one lost to base instinct – a mere predator. His stomach growled again and he swallowed a mouthful of drool. He'd barely eaten breakfast, anticipating when he'd get to teach his friend's bullies a lesson, and so he was really, honestly, hungry. “But I'm not so cruel as to keep you two separated in your last moments, so just sit tight and I'll send you to join her in a bit.” The human grinned wildly, “After I've finished enjoying the second course of my lunch, that is.”

The fear in the second tiny's eyes was delicious and Rikard had put on his little show just for that effect. Below him, out of the bully's sight, Karla had her hands clasped together in front of her face, an equally wild grin upon her own, blue eyes sparkling with amusement. He was glad she wasn't scared of him, of the monster he was pretending to be. He just... hadn't anticipated how enthusiastic she'd be about the trickery.

“If you don't struggle, I'll swallow you sooner,” Rikard purred huskily, “Would you like that?” He felt only a twinge, not the usual sharp stabbing burn, as he thought back to how his own tormentors had behaved. Rikard had caught the bully's eye – unfortunately – with how carefully he'd eaten all the tinies he was allotted. Bryce might have been a brute, a lout, a thug, but the man hadn't been stupid.

Rikard had been pulled aside one day without warning. His heart sank into his stomach when he saw who it was.

“Listen, I been watching you the last few feasts and I noticed something. You've been eating them pretty fast, almost faster than anyone else.”

He doesn't know! He doesn't suspect! He couldn't!, Rikard had told himself, trying not to panic. He'd argued, saying that the more time he took to eat each tiny, the fewer he'd have overall.

“Kid.” Bryce had clapped a hand on his shoulder. “I like you. You've really found yourself since that day I told you 'man up or else', scarfing those little bastards down with the best o' us. But listen, you gotta know how to talk to them. Be reassuring, let 'em know you appreciate their contribution, point out some of the other guys and say how lucky they are to be destined for your gut, all those calming words to make them panic and squirm. Toy with 'em, ask 'em questions about how they'd like to be ate, give them choices and such. It's a fancy game, psychological like, see? Tell ya what,” he had elbowed Rikard's side jovially, “I've got one I've been saving for awhile. Don't tell nobody, but I'll let you have it if you'll prove you've got what it takes. Deal?”

Rikard had looked at the bully's outstretched hand for a moment before grabbing and pumping it in a firm shake. “I was just starting to think about dinner.” He'd smirked up at Bryce, who had grinned back broadly.

“That's the spirit!”

As it turned out, Bryce had managed to under-emphasize the effect it would have on his 'meal'. The tiny had flailed about in his gut in a state of total panic, prompting a series of quietly content noises from him, while Bryce looked on proudly.

“Good on you, kid. Now go on home so's you get something to eat; that one's not going to digest for a little while and you shouldn't be skipping meals.”

It had taken him hours of talking – of arguing, of begging, of pleading – in as quiet a whisper as he could manage, hoping the tiny could hear him over the echoing groans of his gut, before they finally settled down and stopped crying. Or, at least, stopped crying that he could tell.

He had tried to believe that it was worth it, because it meant he was given more tinies to eat – and thus save – but the way that one individual had just looked at him, both before he ate them and even after he'd spitten them out, when it was obvious they were safe... Their expression conveyed what words could not – he was very good at being a monster.

He couldn't quite make out the angry words the second one spat at him, but the accompanying hand gestures clued him in. “Your loss,” Rikard chuckled, licking his lips eagerly. He stuffed the tiny into his mouth with a happy sigh, closing his eyes. He could still taste 'Julie', and her aftertaste only emphasized the flavor of this one. Earth. Fresh loam that's been soaking up the sunlight all day.

Hoping Karla had been satisfied with his treatment of the first, he felt free to be selfish this time around. Rikard rolled the tiny about, slurping at it whenever the drool puddling in his mouth got annoying, and nibbling at its arms and legs – oh so gently, because accidentally biting would spoil their trick – at random intervals. It stopped flailing every time he pinned it between his teeth and he could hear its quiet gasps of fear before he let go and it resumed struggling. But all good things must come to an end, so Rikard flung his head back, tossing the tiny down his throat and swallowed loudly, tracing its descent into his demanding gut.

He sighed happily, patting his belly in languid contentment. Catching Karla's eye he smirked and drew in a slow breath, letting it out alongside a massive belch as he pressed both hands to his gut, forcing even more air out as the walls moved in on his two 'snacks'. She looked utterly flabbergasted, and Rikard couldn't blame her; while they had practiced dragging out his burps for maximum gross factor, he'd never managed anything near as loud and disgusting as this. To his surprise, Karla placed her hands together a few times in a politely impressed gesture of applause.

“Oh gods, I love it when they put up a fight.” What am I doing? Why am I doing this? Yeah, it was for a good cause, but he didn't enjoy scaring anyone like this. But it feels so great when they thrash around in a fright... He was worried how easy it was to slip into the role, or how he barely felt any guilt at all. “Are you two trying to give me indigestion?” Rikard crooned, tenderly brushing his gut. He pulled his hand away when Karla hopped up on his lap to lean against his stomach.

She giggled unpleasantly. “Aww, I think they are. Not much you bitches can do to my boyfriend without your precious magic, is there?” 'Boyfriend?' Rikard mouthed at her in confusion. Karla rolled her eyes and waved her hand in a 'go along with it' motion. “And in case giving him indigestion was your intent, I hate to break it to ya, but live tinies are a delicacy where he comes from. So even if you could shape your spells, it still wouldn't do you any good, because he's got some insanely powerful wards on him.” Rikard chuckled maliciously to emphasize her words, and Karla gave him a broad grin and a thumbs up.

“Mhm, she is ab-so-lute-ly right. I don't think I could count how many times I've drifted off to sleep with a gut packed full of panicked borrowers. Sure, all that begging does keep me up for awhile, but eventually it all fades to silence as they are incorporated into my body, one by delicious one.” In truth, he could count, and that count was zero.; technically everyone he'd eaten did go quiet eventually, but either because they'd fallen asleep as well or because they finally realized they were safe. “There's only two of your delicious selves, so I doubt you'll make it that long, but I'll still enjoy every last second you manage to hang around. You'll be doing yourselves a favor by struggling; it'll wear you out faster and you'll move along to the next stage of digestion, away from all pain.”

“It's the perfect crime, as there will be no bodies to find, no corpses to Raise. However...” Karla looked up at the sky, finger on her lips pensively.

“'However', what, honey?” Rikard played along.

“However...” She pressed her ear against the center of the human's stomach, “this would still be 'accessory to murder' and I'm not entirely sure I want that on my soul. Soooo... how about we make a deal? In exchange for asking him to spit you up and sparing your lives, I want a profuse and heartfelt apology from both of you, oh and then maybe a few Oaths of Binding to make sure you stick by that apology and don't go running off to the police at any point.” Karla licked her finger and pressed it to her neck, whistling a spell. “Whatcha think, you wanna bargain for your lives?”

“Fuck off to the deepest hell, dirty burrower! I am a scion of the House of Endar and I will not be intimidated by the likes of you!”

Rikard laughed, an honest laugh, at how pretentious the tiny was. Karla gave him a Look, as if she thought he'd doubted her claims they were making her life absolute hell. “That's where you're wrong,” he purred, making a tiny 'shoo' motion in Karla's direction. She grinned, understanding, and took several steps back. He rested his hand against his stomach, and firmly pressed inwards, smushing the two tinies between the slimy walls of his stomach again. He could feel them both in there, huddled together as a paired lump, and slowly dragged his hand in a circle, further coating them in goopy enzymes. “You're nothing but food now, so her offer is pretty generous. Sure, it's murder, but you two looked so delicious I honestly couldn't help myself. And you tasted just as good as you looked, so I simply can't wait until my gut gets to work, melting you down and absorbing you into my body.”

“He's got a pretty nice set of abs, maybe you'll be lucky enough to wind up there.”

He frowned and poked her gently with his free hand. 'Stop it,' Rikard mouthed. Karla pouted back, 'Fine.'

“Still so sure that answer is a 'no'?” Karla crooned in a sickly-sweet tone. After all the pain and humiliation they'd caused her, she was almost drunk on the sheer satisfaction of payback.

“I always knew you were a freak!”

“Mmm, guess I get to keep them.” Rikard sighed again, “Let's go get you some food, honey; I'm buying since you caught me lunch.”

“We'll scream.”

Karla chuckled quietly. “No,” she whistled the silencing spell, “you won't.” She chuckled again, hear-feeling the muffled thump as her bullies began beating against the hungry flesh once more. “I'll ask again in a few hours if you're still around, maybe you'll have softened up enough by then for a change of mind.” She winked up at Rikard. “Why don't you put your shirt back on, sweetheart? Can't really see them from here, but better safe than sorry.”

He shrugged his shirt on with a grin, patting his gut again. “Now don't go anywhere, you two.”

Karla skipped back and forth between clothing stores, swanning out from the dressing rooms to show off each new outfit that caught her eye. Some of them were absolutely ridiculous and he couldn't help but laugh. He was sprawled lazily on a bench, arm over the back of the seat, mulling thing over. She'd called him her boyfriend, and Rikard wasn't sure if she was serious or if it was just part of her taunting. Both? It could be both, what if it's both? What was he supposed to do with this information?

Every once in awhile, he'd run his hand across his gut; apply just the faintest hint of pressure, and... it set them to flailing all over again, pounding on his stomach wall and sending pleasant vibrations against his hand. They weren't hurt, they weren't going to hurt, so it was perfectly fine to enjoy humiliating someone who used their power to make everyone else miserable, right? Every time Rikard's thoughts strayed in the direction of how afraid they must be, one would start moving again, or he'd catch the hint of their aftertaste on his tongue.

Looking at the large shake in his hand, Rikard drew in a breath and chugged it as fast as he could. He could feel the cool liquid outline his stomach before it finished acclimating to his body temperature. While Karla had been the one to suggest he eat after dealing with her tormentors, the idea sounded better and better as she explained. They'd tested it, even! All he needed was another drink or two, and he should be able to feel them slosh about in his gut from time to time.

Finally, the tiny grew bored with window shopping and paid for her favorite outfits. “Thanks for being so patient with me, sweetheart.”

“Oh, I didn't mind. It's such a pleasant day out.” Rikard discreetly mimed running, then pointed to his gut and shook his fist just once.

Karla grinned toothily, catching his meaning. “I haven't been to the park in awhile, might be nice to wander around, could even tell you a little about its history if that's not too boring for ya.”

“I'll grab us some water.” He winked at her. “Don't want us to get all dried out.”

With a bottle clipped to his belt and Karla's purchases – which, she admitted, were a total splurge, an excuse to talk with Rikard so her bullies would realize how they were barely even an afterthought anymore – stowed in his pocket, he started off around the park at a light jog. The liquid shifted back and forth in his stomach, keeping time with his strides though at a slight delay. If his feet landed on the ground hard enough he could feel two distinct impacts on his stomach wall, and when he rounded each corner sharply, pivoting on the ball of a foot, the weight of the entire contents shifted to one side before slowly oscillating back to equal distribution. With his abdominal muscles as clenched as they were, he highly doubted the tinies' collisions were soft. They're not hurt. I'm just... shaking them up a little, like they're in a blender.

He couldn't wait for dinner. Rikard planned to stuff himself silly, because the bullies would have to constantly struggle out of the shapeless mass his stomach would compact all the food into. And, since they'd be in the privacy of his home, he and Karla could devote their full attention to a body temperature dish of revenge.

When they finally headed back home, Karla dashed off to the kitchen to prepare ingredients while Rikard went through a series of stretches. He could feel his stomach contracting around what little was left in it. With most of the water he'd drank now flowing through his intestines, his stomach went back to grumbling, growling outright as the smell of cooking filled the kitchen. The hungry gurgles rippled through his abdomen, growing quieter and less frequent during their meal. Karla smirked knowingly at each echoing sound.

Finally, when he couldn't eat another bite, Rikard pushed his plate away and slumped in his chair with a groan. There was only faint wriggling coming from the tinies trapped within his stomach now.

Karla picked her way across the table, grinning manically. “Hel-loooo?” She knocked teasingly against his abdomen. “Anyone still alive in there?”

Rikard patted his taut belly. “Yeah, they're tough little morsels; I think you're right about them being destined for muscle.”

Karla draped herself across his stomach, pressing her ear against his bare flesh. “Ooh, it sounds pretty busy. They're really putting your gut through its paces, huh?” She sighed happily, closing her eyes. “I probably should give you one last chance to beg for your lives, but honestly? Falling asleep to the sounds of you slowly dissolving is just what I need right now. I'll rest easy knowing that two sorry sacks of skin are finally getting put to good use. Mmm,” she purred, opening one eye to study Rikard, “but don't worry, sweetheart, I'll still love you even though you're building them into your body.”

Her taunting was making him more and more uncomfortable, so he shook his head firmly with a frown, mouthing 'enough', and she scowled back. And yet... he couldn't drop the act just yet. They needed to apologize.

“Sorry, honey, but you know I don't like sleeping on my back.” Rikard held up one finger, trying to convey that he was only asking her to rein it in a little, rather than ruin the charade outright. “I'll let you listen first thing in the morning; hopefully they'll have just a few more gurgles left in them for you to enjoy.”

“Ten more minutes?” she whined, pouting mightily, “It sounds like it was just getting to the good part.”

“Fine,” Rikard conceded, rolling his eyes.

“You're the best!” Karla beamed and gave him a double thumbs-up.

He snorted a laugh, feeling it jostle the contents of his gut, and shook his head good-naturedly. It was hard to feel self-conscious around someone just as thrilled as he was; what's more, Karla was even weirder about it all! She'd gone back to humming happily to herself and was gently massaging his belly in a long sweeping motion. “Heh, I'll make it twenty minutes if you keep that up.”

“Mmm, sounds good to me.” A stream of burbles rippled inside his stomach and the borrower woman added with a cackle, “Literally!”

Nineteen minutes later Rikard let out a loud yawn. “Alright, bedtime for both of us.” Shambling towards the bedroom, he kept rubbing at his stomach, wincing at how bloated he was. Absolutely worth it, but still. Not remotely comfortable.

He flopped face down on his bed with a contented sigh. Even though his actual preferred position would have still given Karla ample opportunity to listen, the flurry of motion deep in his gut told him that his idea had been a good one. “Ugh, would you two brats settle down already? Haven't you realized already that it's useless to resist and that even your most valiant attempts at fighting are only reminding me of my exotic and delicious lunch? Give up, digestion's inevitable.”

Rikard worked his hand between him and the bedsheets to run his knuckled fist over his gut, adding to the constant and chaotic churning of food and tiny bullies. “C'mon, I'll even help you out and stop moving around. Just lie down and go to sleep; never waking up's gotta be a better way to go than experiencing the pain of slowly boiling down by stomach acid. You're going to be feeling yourselves start to liquefy, everything burning as your flesh softens and pulls away from your bones; you won't stop feeling it until your nerves are digested completely.” He smirked, “No one will know if you surrender at this point and, let me tell you, I know from experience that I'd still sleep like a baby even if you did manage to keep fighting for awhile. Your choice, really; I win either way.” Rikard sighed happily and shifted his weight to his other side, chuckling. “Thanks for being so delicious.”

When he woke at dawn, Rikard was on his back, one arm resting over his gut and the other flopped over his face. Everything was still and quiet. Not for long, he grinned, reaching over and gently wobbling the dresser-slash-bed his tiny friend was using. He rolled out of bed, the pressure on his belly apparently waking up the other two tinies, who poked his stomach wall almost... cautiously?

“Oh?” Rikard prodded his stomach, not feeling bloated anymore now that his actual supper had been digested. “I see you noticed you're not dead. So here's how it works – you are going to remain trapped in my gut until Karla finally gets that apology. The same magic keeping you alive is the same one warding me against any spell you might try to use. You're not going to run out of food or water, but the source is, of course-” Rikard looked across to Karla and smirked, “-only my chewed-up 'leftovers'. So if you're still giving my friend the silent treatment, I get to continue enjoying having eaten you.”

He rested his hand on his stomach. They'd quit moving around and he assumed he had their full attention. “That thing about my village? Yeah that wasn't a lie; live tinies really were a delicacy back then, and had any other person swallowed you, you'd have been mush by dusk. I didn't want things to end so soon, so I managed to find a magus willing to help a predator out. This way I can keep little snacks like you to myself until I've had my fun. And I like feeling you squirm about in there, soaked in semi-digested food, so by all means keep it up.”

Both of Karla's eyebrows shot up. “Oh really?” she purred quietly, “'Squirming'? I'll have to keep that in mind for next time.”

He flushed, unable to deny how amazing her idea sounded. “So are you finally ready to apologize or do you need a few more days of marinating in digestive juices?” He felt a very hesitant prod to the front of his stomach. Raising an eye skeptically, Rikard asked, “Nuh uh uh, both of you got eaten so both of you need to say sorry.” One of them kicked him – he assumed it was the stubborn one – before a second set of hands joined the first. He glanced at Karla. “Your call, honey.”

She rolled her eyes but whistled as she walked over, climbing onto his outstretched hand and settling on his lap.

“We're sorry,” one said in a raspy voice. It didn't sound familiar, so it must have been the second bully, not the pretentious brat 'Julie'.

“I'm not going to forgive you,” Karla hissed.

“Bitch!” That was Julie. “You promised!”

“I never-” she began to snap, interrupted by Rikard tensing and squashing both tinies between gooey stomach walls.

“Need I remind you that until you have apologized for how you've treated my friend, you're keeping the title of 'snack'. I might even spit you up for a brief minute just to taste you all over again, since you taste so damn good.”

“Fine. I'm sorry.”

“Doesn't sound like it,” Karla said, voice all sickly sweet, “Why don't you try again, one more time, before I decide I'd rather hear some begging a week from now.”

“I-” Her voice wavered, cracking and breaking, “I'm sorry!”

She sighed, annoyed, and whistled. “Good enough, I guess. Sit tight while I figure out the wording for your Oaths.”

“That can wait until after I've had a talk with whoever's responsible for discipline at Maven.”

“Cool,” Karla waved at him. “See you later, then.”

“No,” Rikard said in a sternly warning tone, “you're coming, too, even if that means I have to spit up three tinies in front of your headmaster.”

She fumed, but otherwise didn't protest as she was scooped up and deposited in his breast pocket.

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first-and-last-neocount · 3 years ago

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Whumptober Day 4

This is it. The big one.

This is the all-devouring AU that has now eaten nearly half of my Whumptober fill ideas. It’s a scenario I’ve carried in my brain for years, and when I initially looked through the prompt list this year and decided to write for it, my brain said ‘Hey, look at that Escape prompt. You could write something for that one AU that would fit that. And this one could work as a follow-up!’ and I said yeah, sure, why not. And I listed those ideas as ‘Escape!AU’, because that was the one that sparked the idea and I figured there’d only be one or two others.

By now, the AU has absorbed close to a dozen other prompts. They’re wildly out of order, of course, because I’m writing them in order of the prompts and not how those moments happen in the story. With every additional prompt I write out, there is the chance that it will mutate before my eyes and become part of the Escape!AU with little to no input or control from myself. I feel like I invited the muse for this story into my head without realizing that it’s not a fluffy hamster, IT’S A BLOODY TRIBBLE.

That being said, I should probably have at least kinda seen it coming, because it’s a fix-it for the ending of CoS. That’s a topic that I... feel passionately about, to put it mildly. This is that other AU I mentioned yesterday, where Gerald still has extra-special Hunter powers and the Patriarch did not manage to take the fae away from everyone; please just go with it, and I’ll actually address how that happened at some point. Although the Gerald-not-actually-being-mortal isn’t really relevant in this bit, because he’s so drained from everything that’s happened that it doesn’t do anything to resolve the situation.

That’s what we have Damien for.

Opening two lines, in italics, are quoted directly from Crown of Shadows to help set where the scene splits from canon.

Day 4 - Theme Chosen: “Do you trust me?”

Damien hesitated, then looked at Gerald. The Hunter nodded ever so slightly. “He's right, Damien.” His voice was quiet but strained. “There's nothing more you can do here.”

“Gerald-”

The Hunter was already shaking his head. Damien felt his throat constrict, as if the force of his own panic and despair was physically crushing it. He knew what the next word from Gerald's mouth was going to be, knew that the adept was going to send him away, that this was how it was all going to end; blood and bitterness and revenge, all that potential for redemption wrenched away at the last second, wasted...

Do you trust me?

He'd never initiated contact through the link before – the few times they'd spoken through it, Gerald had been the one to open the connection, Damien only responding to the Hunter's questing reach. It wasn't as hard as he might have thought, though; only a matter of reaching for that ever-present sense of connection that throbbed quietly between them, touching that indefinable thread that bound them and spilling his thoughts into it, the question carried forward in a rush by the tide of fear and desperation that was sweeping through him. Damien saw the Hunter twitch slightly, grey eyes widening in surprise at the message, or at the strength of the emotions that accompanied it – but the response came immediately nonetheless, no hesitation on the other man's part.

Yes.

Damien looked back at Andrys, the young man's green eyes blazing with restless fury as he waited for the Knight to step aside, and let his whole demeanour shift. He dropped his hands from where they'd been held, conciliatory, in front of him; he let his shoulders shift up and back, his stance transforming from defensive to confident, even cocky, as he hardened his expression into a look of stern determination. He saw shock and uncertainty ripple through Andrys at just the change in his body language, and he went for the opening with ruthless speed, forcing even his voice to come out steady and unaffected.

“Fine. Since you're not buying the concerned ally angle... let me put this a little more plainly. You're ruining my plan, boy.”

“What?”

The shocked exclamation had come, in the same tone, from both Gerald and Andrys in nearly the same breath. Damien forced the tiny urge to laugh hysterically into the furthest recesses of his mind, glaring at Andrys with all the disdain he could muster.

“You know what he is, and in case it escaped your notice, I'm a priest,” he bit out, gesturing dismissively at Gerald where the adept stood half-shielded behind him, lean frame now rigid with disbelief at the scene unfolding in front of him. “You think I actually wanted to have to work with a monster to save the world? That I seriously planned to just let him walk away when all this was said and done?”

Already, there was a flash of dawning understanding in Andrys's eyes; the young man looked from Damien to Gerald and back, the blind aggression on his face giving way to realization as he put the pieces together.

“You set him up...”

“I swore, back on the day I first found out that he was the Hunter, that I'd kill him with my own two hands,” Damien growled, and felt the fae around him shimmer with the force of the truth behind those words, so obvious that surely even Andrys could see it. With his adept's Sight, Gerald certainly could – and had, judging by the sudden alarm that flickered over his face. “I've been biding my time for vulking years, fighting this damn war, putting up with his power slithering through my head – I've endured nightmares and murders and horrors beyond your comprehension, and now you're just going to waltz in and finish him off, just when I've finally got the upper hand? No. No, I don't think so.”

He could feel real trepidation bleeding through the link now, knew that he had forced just enough true resentment into his words to off-balance Gerald – and Andrys must have been able to see it in the adept's face as well, because the young man suddenly laughed, a malicious little chuckle half choked by his own heightened emotions.

“Well, that's certainly a twist,” he said, eyes gleaming as he lowered the springbolt in his hands ever so slightly, the angle of the bolt canting down just enough that it was no longer aimed at Damien's chest but more at hip height. “And, from the looks of it, one that you weren't expecting.” Those words, dripping with spite, were aimed at Gerald, who actually flinched again in response. Andrys's gaze swung back to Damien, a dark, sick hunger that reminded the former Knight all too much of Calesta stirring behind his eyes. “So, you're the priest... Jaxom told me about you. Said you'd lost your way, fallen further than even he expected.” A smirk tugged at his lips. “This makes more sense, though. You needed this bastard too much to kill him then, but of course you're angry. What was the plan? Bring him back here and walk right into the heart of the crusade, so you'd have backup?”

“Of course.” Damien forced a mirroring smirk onto his own features, and though it felt heinously wrong on his face, Andrys didn't seem to notice anything amiss with it. “I'm not an idiot – I want payback, but I know he's still powerful. I wasn't going to provoke that showdown unless I knew I had some kind of safety net.”

Andrys nodded, his eyes glittering; Damien could all but see the pieces aligning in his mind, the world finally taking a shape that meshed sensibly with the young man's own personal mania.

“I see,” he said finally, the springbolt lowering a little more – the weapon was heavy, his arms had to be tiring by now. “It was my family that he slaughtered, you know... but I understand what you're saying, as well. You had to travel with him, endure him, for the entire fight against Calesta – that can't have been easy. I won't deny you have a claim on his head, but I think you must see my point of view as well...”

Damien barely heard his words. His eyes were on the springbolt, watching the nose dip further and further – until, as Andrys rambled on about the weight of their differing claims and his own suffering in having to work with Calesta to put an end to the Hunter, the trajectory of the bolt fell so far that it was aimed at the very ground.

Now!

Damien shoved the word through the link at the same time that he moved, lunging forward with every ounce of speed his tense muscles could offer. He left his reservations behind him, the conflict that had raged through him for so long suddenly silenced, irrelevant; as it had that night in Morgot when Hesseth's tidal Working had hit them, his innate drive to defend those he cared for subsumed everything else, every other voice in his head drowning under the overwhelming instinct to protect.

Andrys was wearing too much armour to try any more delicate method of incapacitating him, so Damien fell back on the basics; closing the distance between them with that desperate lunge, he brought his arm back and punched Andrys in the jaw with all the force he could muster. Even in his exhausted state, his speed and strength were forces to be reckoned with. Andrys had tried to react to Damien's sudden attack, jerking the springbolt back up and getting off a single shot, but Gerald had taken Damien's cue to throw himself to the side out of Andrys's line of attack; the bolt fired at a useless angle, flying low across the room to bury itself in the far wall near the floor. Then, Damien's blow connected.

Damien wasn't just well-trained in combat; as a Healer, he knew exactly how to do the most damage to the human body when he needed to. The gorget of the armour was protecting Andrys's throat too well for a jab to connect, but the sideways force of a blow could be an effective method of knocking an opponent out as well, if the attacker had aimed correctly. Damien had thrown the punch from as much of a sideways angle as he could manage, his fist coming in from the side with terrifying force; as it connected, Andrys's head snapped hard to the side, and the young man crumpled to the ground like a marionette with cut strings, knocked instantly unconscious by the force of his own brain being slammed against the inside of his skull.

The crash of his armoured form hitting the floor was followed by utter silence, broken only by Damien's own heavy breathing. He stared down at the young man, heart pounding with delayed adrenaline, feeling a wave of numbness slowly wash through him and replace the panic that had driven him to action.

God, forgive me... is this what I've become? Is this what You wanted when you brought us together, or have I truly lost myself so badly?

“Damien?”

The soft utterance of his name snapped Damien out of his trance, and he turned, shaking off the fog. Gerald had closed the distance between them in his moment of distraction and was now standing only a couple feet away, staring at Damien as if he'd never seen the Knight before, grey eyes wide. He didn't say anything else aloud, but he didn't need to; the link between them was saturated with emotion. Shock, wonder, gratitude, a fading echo of wariness...

And something else. Something so strong, so deeply felt, that it took Damien's breath away all over again. A sense of devotion, almost akin to his own fierce faith in God yet so much more personal, flooding through the link between their souls. A dizzying awareness that a line had been crossed, and a promise made: not with words, but with actions, unable to be taken back or misinterpreted. Gerald was wholly aware of what Damien had just declared, by stepping between himself and his descendant, by striking out at Andrys in defence of the Hunter – and he was returning the sentiment tenfold.

There would be time to put it all into words later. Damien took a deep breath, finally feeling the ground firm beneath his feet once more, his world steadying from where it had tilted on its axis in the moment he thought that Gerald was going to die.

“Time to grab what we came for and get the Hell out of here,” he said, mouth dry. “I'd say we're pretty definitively out of time.”

As Gerald nodded and turned to find the books they'd risked so much for, Damien moved to help, marveling at the way the link remained open and resonating between them, emotions flowing freely back and forth – and wondering what it meant for the state of his immortal soul that none of those emotions, from either end of the link, was anything like regret.

#whumptober2021 #no.4 #Do You Trust Me?#coldfire trilogy #fic #evil is what you make of it #gerald tarrant #damien vryce #the neocount writes

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mayapenelopeclutterbucket · 5 years ago

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*SPOILERS* for TGD 3x12 “Mutations” aka this is me typing from the dead because this episode gave me more then one heart attack 😭🙏🏼

Also I’m sorry this post got so long I’m just so excited/happy Jesus Christ like wow just wow

So I wasn’t initially going to watch this live because I have work at 5 in the morning 🙃 and because I wouldn’t be able to pause it while my hands try to keep up with my thoughts but it’s been so long since I’ve been able to do it and I missed it despite my hatred of commercials lol so wish me luck!

Also I’m very very excited for the melendaire content we’re getting tonight since they’re working together again and I’m freakin hoping at this prom they throw Melendez either does a double take at how nice Claire looks OOOOR we get him asking her dance 😭 just SOMETHING PLZZZ

I haven’t even started the ep yet and already can’t wait to see some of the moments in hd tomorrow once it comes on Hulu 😂

I can’t believe shaun is really gonna move out like I get where Carly is coming from but shaun is allowed to have female friends and after some theories from the last ep I’m worried shaun only told Carly he loved her so she wouldn’t leave him like “everyone else”

Aww adorable these two are so cute and Claire thinks they’re adorable as well and imma sue abc if one half of that couple dies or even worse BOTH

Melendaire group chat finally popping again 😭 although I don’t text back until break I love y’all tho 💕💕

So secret checkups with glassy and Morgan 👀 when are ppl gonna find out about her arthritis for the drama~~

Oh my god since when does Melendez go in there for MRIs it’s so just to see Claire oh my god Melendez being in love with Claire and her usual compassion

Omg cuties joking about Claire going to therapy and it working well and talking about love and being happy

Like why else have them interact like that omfgggg I can’t not even five minutes in and we were already getting melendaire content 😭 THEYRE SOULMATES

God damn it I knew it something was gonna happen to the girl since the guy is a okay

Well damn that medication Morgan is on for her arthritis is FUCKING her up smh 🤦🏻‍♀️

Aww all she wanted was one prom but we know Claire will make it happen for her

Aww them talking about prom and Melendez wanting Claire’s answer and her talking about her mom so freely and then going to see glassy together THE MELENDAIRE MOMENTS KEEP COMING 🙏🏼

The fact the writers were just like fuck park lmao he doesn’t even need to be in this scene with Melendez & Claire or instead of Claire 😂

I’m surprised Carly didn’t say anything about lea knowing their business again

Lmaoo Andrews calling Morgan out about sucking up and her owning it

Claire you are not sorry for overstepping don’t lie lol

Sharly working together professionally how adorable

Park is so annoying I’m v done with him he has no soul IM TIRED OF IT

I have missed Claire being pushy to help her patients

I’m glad Carly’s smarts and her being badass scenes are being extended past the lab

Oof Melendez being supportive of his boo and unsurprised of Claire wanting to make their patient happy (BECAUSE HE LOVES HER FOR IT AND IS GRATEFUL HE GETS TO WORK WITH HER REMEMBER) and wanting her to find a way around the mom 😭😭

God I love these two

Oof trouble with sharly has risen

Awww Carly and shaun getting each other and their ideas and finishing each other’s sentences l*mlendez could NEVER but melendaire could 😂 sorry cheap shot I know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Glassy is gonna out Morgan on her arthritis soon I feel it

Wow a shaire moment when was the last time they shared a fucking scene like they’re supposed to be besties wtf happened writers?!!? Aaaand it’s over in like a minute

😭😭 Claire is such an angel she’s the freakin BEST

Carly using science to explain how she feels to shaun cute

Oh my god no you can’t use an Ed sheeran song with cancer patients 😭😭 that makes it 20x sadder

Melendez and Claire are totally staring at each other in awe omg

Omg Claire Melendez are chaperones park no where to be found y’all know what that MEANS and they’re the only other people there they better fucking dance together omg I can’t he just said Claire looked to be feeling idiotic happiness 😭

AND HOLY FUCKING SHIT I WAS RIGHT I FROZE AND COULDNT BREATHE BUT MELENDEZ REALLY DID ASK CLAIRE TO DANCE AND THEY DID HOLY SHIT I CANNOT BELIEVE WE GOT THAT MELENDAIRE MOMENT I’VE BEEN DYING AND WAITING FOR SINCE I SAW THE BTS SCENE OF CLAIRE IN THAT OUTFIT AND FOUND OUT THIS EP WAS GONNA BE A PROM EP I had to type all that after the moment ended so I could really experience it since I can’t pause OR rewind but I was yelling oh my god so much my sister had to ask if I was okay 😂😭 I had a heart attack when he asked her if she wanted to dance ngl

Claire being inspirational and giving good speeches again I love her so much and am so glad she’s doing better

Carly you better not have changed your MEDICAL opinion because you wanted it to align with Shaun’s 🙄

Wow glassy you really had no other ideas nor could you jump in I hate him

The melendaire exchanging looks scenes are back in action

Wow that Carly and shaun moment was super adorable him calling her idea perfect and brilliant and her being brilliant and almost perfect 😭

Man they really said fuck park this ep huh he isn’t with Claire and Melendez again

But boy shit no she died 😩😩

Wtf why can’t Claire and her patients ever catch a BREAK like leave Claire ALONE and omg does Claire being heartbroken again mean we get another Melendez comforting Claire scene?! Becaus the way he stared after her after she ran off 👀👀 oof is NOT platonic lol

Aww sharly held hands to comfort and support each other

Holy shit I was right suck it katie @pinkobsessedfreak (I’m just kidding I love you 😂💕💕) for bringing the group chat down and shutting my theory down

BECAUSE GUESS WHAT WE SERIOUSLY GOT MELENDEZ GOING AFER CLAIRE WITH ANOTHER STAIRS AND BALCONY SCENE AND HIM COMFORTING HER AND MAKING HER FACE HER FEELINGS AND TELLING HER ITS OKAY TO BE ANGRY AT HER MOM (I was robbed of a hug but it’s okay I got everything else I fucking needed tonight) and now he has an idea for with something that makes him feel better

That fake out 😂😂

Wow oh wow this ep really was chock full of melendaire moments NOW THEYRE BONDING BY MELENDEZ AND CLAIRE RUNNING TOGTHER AND HIM HELPING WITH HER GRIEF AND AND EMOTIONS AND TEASING EACH OTHER OH MY GOOOOOD IVE DIED AND COME BACK TO LIFE SO MANY TIMES THIS EP SO IM SORRY IF THIS POST IS SO LONG

don’t y’all love how lim was in this epcand yet we didn’t get a SINGLE l*’mlendez ep because I sure af do!!! Also park who?? Lmao he was hardly in this ep even tho he working the same patient with Melendez and Claire they really shoved him out to make these endless melendaire moments happen

SLOW BURN BABY WE BACK IN FUCKING BUSINESS

Also in other news shaun lost his v card and it looks like we’ll get some more Morgan angst with her mom possibly dying or some shit like that like man these writers really don’t want any of the residents and doctors to have good parents or alive ones for that matter lmao

Also some breznick moments which will be cute

YALL IM STILL SO EXCITED FROM TONIGHT LIKE OMG THIS SHOW THIS SHIP GETS ME EVERY TIME I CANT WAIT TO GIF IT TOMORROW 😭😭 like I can’t get over it I’m in SHOCK still

We’ve really gotten Melendez comforting Claire not once not twice BUT THREE TIMES this season. This really is our season and people try to say Melendez treats all his residents like he does Claire or that he has done the same for others before YEAH FUCKING RIGHT

Okay I’m done I think freaking out at least on this post freak out about it in the comments with me tho or my ask or by reblogging just be happy with me okay 😂

P.S. check out my melendaire gifset that’s not showing up in the tags 🙃

#claire browne #the good doctor #neil melendez #tgd #melendaire #shaun murphy #sharly #morgan reznick #alex park #who

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screechingtrashcalzonewombat · 5 years ago

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"Apopalictic Astral Asending" Reavaluate disassociate my self worth...

The galaxies have birthed an uncontrollable being ....

I've feel as tho Ive seen myself split in two ..

Witch side do u wanna see if ur lucky I'll let you choose .

Cause in the end I loose..

One of hate one of love could both be from up above..

Or down below ...

I've began to show signs of delusions as half my mind goes an tells me it's only mild confusion. As my body fights my brain an heart to escape theys terrible illusions.

Yet the other half tries to start a fusion of body an mind an all the suddently my thoughts are no longer mine..

But a evil so Divine that its wound it's way threw time itself I've fealt the damage the energy dealt. I've yelped in anquish an pain been stuck for 7 long years in the rain with nothing to gain .. I can barely fathom to explain im not fully on earth I'm on another astral plane but i fear i flew out of my lane I've gone insane never wanted fame Ever fealt like bat man I mean oops Bruce Wayne. Nah fuck hes spoiled a wet rat infact I'm more like hulk duck when I'm near i wearly see I'm drowning inside my mind but no one can hear my dear I fear I've lost control again but cant compute I've been booted out of the system I've clawed hit an kicked to try to get to the top but i outta of known I've been ripped an thrown from my throne ive been shown what this beast can do but who woulda thought a demon bought my soul ..a jackal a goul.....you'll see me shift into numbness I suposse it was my own dumbness for being to open now cause of me my body an mind are broken an stole. as I weep an shutter an i try to speak but only stutter I found myself weak in defeat ....as ik this demon reaching its peak will plunder an pillage the town I've found I'm bound to this beast nowhere to run not north south or east I can run it will feast on my soul until the end of time ..

For diamonds cannot compare to the rarity of a soul nor a bowl of Ruby's an jems rolled in gold .....

A bold statement you say........

.. theres no ray of light here they stole it away buried it in your mind but how can u define being locked trapped in yourself ...

You've dealt your own fate ...

Wanting ansers u dint deserve ..

Did you like your just dessert's...no?

Dose it hurt ..... After you itll kill children's childhood freinds like bernie & eart ....whent bizzirk an bashed there brains makeing bloody rains

curking on everyone with cutlery forks an knifes* slice *cook big bird with chives after I've shanked him 900 times... 100 more woulda been devine serve him drink to dry alone cooked an ripped him to the bone but not quite alone u may not be home inside but u can still watch...I thought I taught u better than to close ur eyes dont beg or look surprised look away an I'll adopt another stray to do the same a slow sweet death cure's my hunger anyway

.the wines innocents blood bitter sweet to the taste of the tounge

no one thought it capable I seemed...looked ...so young..

They dint know it had just begun it wasn't me but the evil half committing crime with glee an fleeing repetavidly revealingly images to my mind of times & crimes so sickening I thought I'd die forever scetched seered into my mind .binded with no power as one towers over you using your power you cowar for how dose one define the disasbalment of there an every defined mind while ur inner demon dines on flesh making a mess of your vessel you cant even wrestle your way to the light to stay only break down in defeat that your so far away you've became an internal mess cant even stand on ur feet the beast has u chained in defeat u cry an apologize looking for answers as of how to stop.....an then...you hear a voice .." you outta stayed silent instead of talk back. U shouldn't of complained do u still think ur life used to be pain...... . Ur a sack of shit ur wit is less than that of an ant not to rant but I'm not done yet I have ur soul now I'm never letting go no no no I have plenty more so much to show many souls to reap an emotions to subdue after all u said yes.....

...did you forget ur the one who started this.

mess ......you dressed your mind with fantasy an fiction word to the wise never mess with other worldly friction an your itching for a way out but I doubt ull get there before the end of time .after all you had a devil an an angel on ur shoulder an you chose wrong this time. Only took 666 times but I'm patient an always waiting for 6 years hating an burning flesh waiting for a prayer a call after all Lucifer was once an angel an the most beautiful you just dint get to see from what angle he had beauty wrath an determination but u humans resulted in his isolation incarsorason. So now we will end up being humanity's enialation when were done there entire selves with evaporate for the demons have released self hate to pro create creatures in confidence we annihilate the fate of the human race at least the trace slight like us able to bust threw dementions so weve mentioned a start to find the inordinary soul an heart ......humanity was doomed from the start.. you stole our purpose our reason to be......humans sit in sin an glee.

Your humanitys Pride is overbearing never genuinely caring ..

Greed is sweeping the nation its reached ever state an it's got a hot heaping plate of corruption for mankind's consumption greed is grotesque in its steps of the darkest quest to corupt ur mind an want. .want..want until that's all you are is wanting more

Lusting over losely draped garments you've tarnished ur soul .

Envy of what you do not posses but for all you know that information an life would make you a mess but ud still test ur envious tendencies.....

Glutton glutton what have you gained it's not knowledge no for it's to plain rather glutton uve found a urge that wont go away....

Wrath an vengeance blood draw too no one stops till some dies him or you....

Sloth last but not least cant forget you cause uuuh wait what that fuck do u do....you sleep an sulk sit slither out of simple tasks an that's why ur not 1st no ur last like humanity just ask ....

So soon the day will draw near the the number 4 is what you should fear our dear old freinds were sending up for a visit so they can reddit ur fate for each a horse an a trait the first out the door with bow in hand riding a white horse with bow in hand

Conquest the start of the final test leading the restthere dark version of light on a white stallion he leads the way an soon will follow hades anyway.

War was next on a red steed he rode prepared to purge an quench new blood for the wars an battels would just begin brother against brother an close of kin witch to win?

Famine foe of all on a black horse with the courses hair so fair merely bone but dont let his appearance fool you hes for he is full devouring your greed taking away everything you want or need an now ur rationed to nearly starvation stretching farther than destination world wide sensation...

Pleage reaper of souls slowly apears steadly trotting riding a very sickly steed looking pale an almost gruesome green with sores an sickness best keep a distance. For he shall be the bringer of death an reap you all one by one to the four you shall fall...

Will you be spared are you true....

Are you happy with your life what did you do...?

Rapture no you still must die.....

Say good by to this earthy chapter theres so much more that manifest after.

But only your earthly husk must rust an fall your all energy of grate mass....

It's time to take the task of self evolvment an enjoy an enlightened installment

this world was just step wrench ur third eye wide open an accept the token of eternal life.

Grinded it to atoms a flash of dust all together ur a self fulfilling must memory pass u in a rush.....

. sudently ur bodysuit is gone ....

But it dint felt like it quite belonged.

You were 7 grams of light matter to be exact an sudently you've cracked the atmosphere ..steering energetic waves my metal psyche caves to the new information flying threw stars consolations.

Suddently speeding at the sound of light the stratosphere seems to disapear ..

My fear is gonewithout a trace an freedom transferred in its place

but am waved in infatuation to find out about out true destination...

Restoration of the soul the goal of a higher self being achieved as I crash into the sun 1500°

I feel a warmth like no other each being hues of light I might of missed earth if not I heard a voice but a mental push no need for speech just thinking it shall be done said by the the brightest in the sun.

Rejoice at last but ur journeys yet to pass ..

This is merely were you start ....

Our flames grew high with frantic waves not wanting to give up the new life we were just gave

Suddenly our flames grew dim as we felt a swirling deep from withn sudently the surface of the sun turned to tin an bent in a cracked an caved with itself our time an space sending us ascending in alignment the same assignment.

Because the sun has begun to change ina twisted way a black hole some could say.

As all of our astral beings were ripped an tore apart at the seams we all merged an formed one all knowing creative being an sudently everything I've know has little matter I'm past a point of human chatter i understand infinity the holy trinity I down in the milky way an experienced every life I've relived it twice I've spliced my genetics into over 2000 million beings I've seen good an bad in between experienced every tragedy to build my strength an studyd every thesis an theory thread an chain nearly drove my vessel insane even took knifes threw my veins in anger yet it failed I was just a trailer.ive seen love hate an anger

Comprehension compasing many others I have love an understanding past many beings there anger seems to brush by me cause I'm with 2000 souls an minds that have formed one to reach a state I can medidate in the milky way an force your negative away .

Our astral self has accumulated complete power an understanding by costuming to our full potential our old body's merely a rental.

Gentle at first then bursted into power showered in knowledge I know now much that I wondered before but now I want more an I've thought till I an 2000 shared beings head hurt cause my girth of knowledge will now never be enough it's tough cause now I must find .... how to ascend again but for now i must defend my vast mind defind crime ...?

Keeping 2000 vast voices locked away so I can focus an try to learn anyway leaning in to vast places is I the 1st 2nd or 3rd or other many plains I cant quiet place I'm traveling threw them all searching for everything I couldn't before .

This life isent like the countless other this life I like it has interesting teathers

I've surpass Angel's an there feathers an vison of a hawk.

I've surpass demonds and there demonic temping talk ..

I've walked on water as I was ripped apart an I felt my self rebuilt every cell of my being got hit with rods of power lightning not even myself can fight me god like abilities the universe as built in me theres ben a spiritual shift a tilt in me somthing generations of DNA sprawled out in a numerical display my old life experiences is the price I pay so that I can be god even if only for a day

I think I'll sit an think somewere in the outter spink of the universe I've cursed myself with knowledge an now I'm aware step into my astral space....

If you dare...

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thisisabouta · 5 years ago

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This is About a... Downfall.

It’s happening. I’ve been taking Lamotrigine consistently for 8 months or so. Maybe longer. This is the longest i’ve consistently taken medication in a long time. It’s Lamotrigine along with Doxepin, Hydroxyzine and Gabapentin.

This is where my head has been during these last 8 or so months. I was driving on the freeway, about to merge and as I saw my car getting closer to the concrete barrier, I decided to go faster instead of slowing down for the car that had the right a way. I was about to crash into the side of this fucking car but I just kept going. The car to my right had to slam their brakes and I waited to hear the loud crash from the cars behind them because there was no way this wasn’t about to be a 5 car pile up.

God was there because nothing happened but that was way too fucking close to a catastrophe. The car that I cut off trailed me for awhile and pulled up next to me, I’m sure they were trying to cuss me out, flip me off, something... Whatever they did, I didn’t see it but it was justified. I would’ve been fucking heated if it had been the other way around. I cut people off all the time. I drive like an asshole, whatever. This was different.

I’ve been disassociating for weeks now. In that moment, I could see everything that was happening but my brain was not telling my body the correct way to react. I knew to slow down but I couldn’t. Everything i’ve been doing lately has had a delay. 1 minute. 5 minute. 10 minutes. My processing is delayed. My speech stumbles out of my mouth and doesn’t make sense. I’ve been blacking out and losing moments of time for years now but not to this severity. Now it’s like i’m blacking out and not fully coming back from it.

I’m around people constantly. I’m in a position of “leadership” at work so I have to direct and plan, be on alert at all times. My work day now consists of getting asked questions that I can’t comprehend fast enough so I stand there with a blank stare on my face, slowly losing my credibility. It’s worse because some of the things i’m being asked, I absolutely know the answer to but my brain just cannot get there. I can’t focus on ANYTHING. I know i’m walking around in circles (literally) and I know other people see it but I can’t stop. This circling shit happens a lot but it’s picked up in frequency. After I realize what i’m doing, it’s already done. People are trying to get my input and ideas and all I can do is squeeze my hands together and stare straight ahead, hoping my brain will figure out that I need it to work.

When I try to read, I can’t. This isn’t all the time but it happening occasionally is already too much. Words are not always making sense to me. I cant understand what i’m seeing and I have to go over things multiple times. It’s the same with counting. I shouldn’t have to use a calculator to add 30 and 20 or hold five $5 bills in front of me and stare at them until I realize what it is that i’m looking at. It’s embarrassing to even acknowledge that this is happening.

I’ve been losing things more and more everyday. I’ve had a habit of losing my keys. I lost my work keys at my last job, three times. My new job, i’ve already lost my keys once and it hasn’t even been 2 months that i’ve been working there. When my coworker texted me telling me that she found them, I just wanted to cry. That sounds ridiculous but having those keys is a huge fucking responsibility. I can get fired for losing them. Somehow I escaped that at my last job but it was a constant fear that I had. This last time, I hadn’t used the keys at all that day and I still managed to lose them. I retraced my steps and I had not taken them off of my keychain. Things like that don’t help me overcome this engrained idea I have that the universe is against me. Those keys represent me trying to do everything I can to keep it together while everything still managing to fall apart.

I’ve been forgetting to pay bills that i’ve been paying on the same day, every month for years. I’ve been forgetting people’s names. I can’t always comprehend what people are saying when they’re talking to me... that’s been a big one. I had a customer walk to my register at work. I was looking down at something when he asked if he could pay for his merchandise (I found out later on). That’s not what I heard. It came out as mumbling so I just assumed he was making a comment about something that was left on the counter. From what I remember, I said “Oh... yeah...” and went back to what I was doing. He looked at the Associate next to me and she told him that there were registers at the front where he could pay (she was already helping someone). He walked to the front and it took me about 2 or 3 minutes to realize that he was asking if I could ring him up. And to add to that awesome moment, he glared at me for the rest of the time he was in the fucking store. Yes, one small incident but that’s nowhere near how many times something like that has happened. Someone will be talking to me and i’m literally catching about every third word they’re saying. You can only ask “what?” so many times before that person looks at you like you’re the dumbest person they’ve ever met.

Writing things down... i’ll go back and read over my notes. They make no sense. Things are spelled incorrectly. Everything’s scattered. Like someone else wrote it. I walk around feeling like i’m not apart of my surroundings. My surroundings are not reality, like walking through a Fun House with no fun in sight. It’s like i’m seeing everything in those mirrors that make everything look distorted. All I can do is stare and try to figure it out. I can only imagine what that looks like from the outside. People walking around me while I just stare. Standing there trying not to cry because i’m in public.

I’ve been hallucinating. That comes and goes. I’m still forgetting why I picked certain things up, or why I walked to a certain room or what I was going to tell someone. Things a lot of people do but usually with somewhat immediate recall. I’m not remembering these things til days later, if at all. That’s the more frustrating part. Very small, seemingly insignificant things are happening over and over and over again. It’s no longer an insignificant mishap, this shit is snowballing and affecting everything. I can’t manage a store if I can’t function like a normal, fucking human being. I talked to my Probation Officer about some of the things that were happening and she asked me what medications I was taking and if any of them were used to treat seizures. Gave her the list and two of them just so happen to be used to treat seizures. I already knew that was the case but didn’t think that they would cause this long, intense stream of side effects. I know all about the side effects of medicine. You’ll basically die if you take it and die if you don’t.

I’ve experienced the lighter ones. Nausea, dizziness, dry mouth. The usual shit. Not forgetting how to read a fucking sentence. To my POs knowledge, those drugs do cause a lot of neurological problems, much that make it feel like i’m disassociating. Most of these things had been happening prior to taking the medications but it got much worse over time. I read up on the side effects in detail when I got home and everything aligned. So [because I will control this situation as much as I possibly can] I stopped taking the two that were the main issue. Should anyone ever just stop taking their medicine without consulting their physician first? No. Did I do it anyway? Yes. Now i’m going thru the withdrawal. Besides me losing my fucking mind, the Lamotrigine was actually working. It was the first medication I had taken for my Bipolar that has ever had that positive of an effect on me. But that was at the expense of me literally going insane. It’s not going to matter if I feel better when i’m dead because I crashed my car into a wall. The risk does not outweigh the reward. It did not cure anything. It did not solve even half of my problems but it did make me feel better. Not taking the Gabapentin doesn’t make a difference.

Now i’m going thru the withdrawal. I have 11 drafts on here that i’ve tried to complete and publish over the past few months and they’re just sitting in there. I know the only reason i’m able to write this one is because i’m not on the meds right now. Now my heart hasn’t felt off beat for the past few days (that’s a difficult feeling to describe) but in return, i’m the angriest i’ve been in awhile. I got in an argument with one of my employees this morning and did not feel bad at all. I got into it with another ASM a few days ago. I feel my temper coming back.

I made an appointment with a new MD for next week. I need to start over. I made an appointment to see my current Psychiatrist and cancelled it. I’m done with that guy. He keeps throwing these random pills at me and it’s not working. Not that the next doctor isn’t going to do the same, exact thing but I made an appointment at a facility that offers “Advanced Integrative Medical Care”. Basically, they’re on some new age shit. I’ve been reading up on Ketamine Therapy for over a year and even though it scares the shit out of me, i’m not completely against the idea. They also offer Medical Marijuana. I am officially now in my last 3 month stretch of my house arrest and this shit has finally gotten difficult. The first few weeks were hard because I was still trying to figure out what I could get away with and apparently it’s a lot but now, I just need this shit to end. I’m getting restless. I’m scared too tho.

I’m still going to be on supervised probation for a year (based on good behavior) but I need to get back to... something. I can’t be sober and I don’t want to be. Weed has been fine. Good, enough. I’ve grown a liking to it and found some that actually relaxes me. Alcohol. I miss alcohol. I’ll forever miss alcohol. I’ll miss it even if (when) I start drinking again. It’s that important. Watching movies, seeing people drink to have fun, to relax, to be brave, to socialize. And yet, I shouldn’t engage in that. I know I can engage in good things but the drinking is what i’ve been told I should stay away from. I’m not going to stay away from it. Alcohol makes things better. I know it, the people who tell me not to drink know it. It’s there and I need it. Yes, the problem is that I abuse it. I don’t know if I can overcome that problem. I’m going to try. That sounds crazy and insane so... it’s just going to have to be crazy and insane.

There are other ways to deal with my problems and i’m trying to implement them and hang onto them. I need those things too but I can’t walk thru the world with this open wound that is my life, unarmed. Chemicals... drugs... my brain chemistry will never be right and if I know there’s something out there that will give me temporary relief, i’m taking it. I just have to put the recklessness aside. This time around was a lot. I pray that it was enough to set me straight. Or at least to keep me out of jail for the second time.

#depression #mental illness #bipolar disorder #mental health #pain #relate #disappointment #sadness #pills #prescriptions #psychiatry #ketamine #weed #marijuana #manic depressive #therapy #focus #crash #chemistry

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 6 years ago

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Forgotten Alliance Ch 23

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x OC with other parings mentioned throughout.

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Canon Typical things

Author’s Note: As a reminder, FA can be found on ffnet up to chapter 42. I am uploading chapters here on tumblr for convenience. I decided against tagging this until new chapters are posted. If you would like to be tagged please let me know! Chapters are queued and will be posted randomly. Chapter from here on out are not aligned with any episodes. Enjoy

Days had passed and there had been no sign of Aurora anywhere. Elizabeth had been glad, though. She didn't need to see the woman and if she had, she wouldn't even give a second thought of ripping her heart out. All that mattered was that Veronica was safe and she would be able to have as much of a normal life as she could. Her twenty four hour lock down had done with no problems and now she is with Vincent learning all she can about magic. Elizabeth had vampires escort her to the cemetery and back every time Veronica wished to go speak with Vincent. That girl was never really alone anymore.

Today, Veronica was with Vincent again while Elizabeth was talking to a few of the vampires. Elizabeth did not want Veronica to know about the one woman who tried killing her. She hardly remembered the attack and Elizabeth wanted to keep it that way.

"Look, if she doesn't know I have taken the serum, lets keep it that way." Elizabeth said shaking her head, looking out the balcony.

"What makes you think she doesn't know?" Marcus asked. "For all we know, that is why she hasn't made a move yet."

"If she does, she knows I cannot be killed. If she is hiding, she's gonna need more than a plan A to try and take me down."

"So what do we do?" He asked as he watched Elizabeth looked out into the city

Elizabeth smirked and looked over at Marcus. "We wait until she tries putting Plan A into play."

"And what do we do until then?" Elizabeth shrugged and turned to walk back inside.

"Keep your eyes out. Make sure the we are still going on about our days as if we don't care that she is out there. She loves attention, eventually she will hate that we aren't worried about her."

Marcus raised an eyebrow. "That is your plan?"

Elizabeth shrugged once more. "She craves attention, Marcus. You give her nothing and a spoiled brat will cause a scene to get the attention she wants. That is when we step in."

"Are you sure that will work?" He asked wanting to make sure that this plan of Elizabeth's was actually going to be a success and not that half of those that are wanting to help her were going to die.

"Believe me. Ask any parent with a child that is used to being spoiled." She said walking over to the corner table to pour herself a drink. "You stop giving them what they want, they will throw a tantrum until they do get what they want." She poured another glass and handed it to Marcus.

"So you're saying she will get the attention she wants in the end." Marcus said before taking a drink.

"I'm saying that she will think she will be getting what she wants." Elizabeth took a drink before her phone started ringing. Pulling it out of her pocket she gave a nod at Marcus as a dismissal. She watched as he left the room as she answered her phone.

"I wasn't expecting a call." She said into the phone.

I wasn't really expecting it either. But Hope has a learned a new word and has been one upset toddler since you left.

"And what word did she learn?" Elizabeth asked with a small smile on her face. Hearing that Hope had been upset that she left made her feel a bit wanted.

You wouldn't believe me unless she said it.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "Is it something we should be afraid of?" She was afraid that Hope had learned some magical term that would make keeping them in hiding a bit difficult.

Hayley laughed. She could hear the worry in Elizabeth's voice. No. Hold on. Elizabeth could hear Hayley speaking to Hope. She heard her tell Hope that she had been on the phone and what she heard next did shock Elizabeth.

Liz. Liz. Liz. Liz. Hope had repeated it into the phone several times. Elizabeth laughed and she had to admit she was a bit excited that Hope had learned her name.

"Hi, Hope." Elizabeth said into the phone.

Liz. Liz. Liz. Hope repeated and a moment later Hayley was back on the phone. She's been saying your name the last day and a half.

"Sounds like she misses me." Elizabeth said chuckling. She never really had a child miss her before. She never really dealt with any children since she had become a vampire. Hope was the first child in several decades that she had spent time with.

That's not all she misses. Hayley admitted. She's been wanting to be down in the basement a lot more since you left.

"I'm sorry, Hayley. I should have brought her up the moment I seen her down there."

Hayley laughed. That wasn't a problem. It just seems like she is trying to go and visit them but she cant.

"I know how she feels." Elizabeth said sighing. Ever since she had gotten back to New Orleans she had been wanting to go back and try and see if she could visit them somehow.

You should come for another visit.

"Maybe with in the next few days." Elizabeth said before there was a knock at her room door. She looked up and seen Veronica standing there smiling. "Right now I have a few things to take care of first."

Before you go, how is he?

"The same." She promised. "He isn't feeling anything."

That had been a good enough answer for Hayley. Thanks Liz. was all she said before hanging up.

"He being the man you have in the other room?" Veronica asked walking into the room.

"His name is Klaus." Elizabeth said smiling at Veronica. "How was training with Vincent?" She mostly wanted to change the subject of Klaus.

"Horrible." Veronica said shaking her head. "I can't do magic."

"What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked with a raised eyebrow. "Vincent said you were a witch."

Veronica shook her head again. "I am, but I must be the most horrible witch if I can't do magic on my own." Veronica walked over to the chair and plopped down in it. "I can help do magic, but I cant do it on my own."

"That's something." Elizabeth said trying to give some encouragement.

"That's not going to help if I happen to be alone one night and a vampire decides to play rebel." Veronica did have a point. Magic did help against the vampires that tried to attack them.

"Then we'll help teach you how to fight." Elizabeth suggested. It would give Veronica some kind of help instead of being completely helpless.

"I don't think that is actually going to help any." Veronica said looking skeptical. "Vampires are a lot stronger and faster than I am. I'd be more of an annoyance."

Elizabeth thought for a moment. "What if I told you I knew a witch that managed to fight off a whole lot older than half of these babies vampires that around? Would you want to train?"

"But this witch must have had powers." Veronica argued.

"She does." Elizabeth said with a shrug. "But when other witches and vampires wanted to use her power, there was a time they bounded her magic. She could throw a punch, let me tell you."

Veronica's eyebrow rose. "She punched you?" She asked.

"Oh about thirty or so years ago." Elizabeth said with a nod. "She thought I was one of the vampires that were out to use her."

"What did you want with her then?" Veronica asked.

"I wanted her opinion on a spell, and when she gave me her opinion I took her away from her coven and helped kept her hidden."

"Did they ever find her?"

Elizabeth nodded. "Her brother did. It was ten years after I had helped her get away and he had managed to find her."

"What happened?" Elizabeth could see that she was interested in this story.

"Her brother came to check on her. But we didn't know that he had some plan up his sleeve. A few nights later her coven had came to collect her and in the process, I was handed over to something called the Augustine Society. It was a society of humans that knew all about Vampires and they kept them weak enough to keep them as test subjects."

Veronica shook her head in disbelief. "Why would they want to?"

Elizabeth scoffed. "They wanted to rid the world of vampires. They were studying us to find out how we worked before they came up with some idea to turn us against our own kind."

"Were they able to do that?" Elizabeth shook her head.

"As far as I know, they hadn't. Even after I was rescued from that place, I don't think they were ever able to accomplish it."

"That is a good thing right?" Veronica asked. "I mean if they had indeed found someway to turn a vampire against his own kind, you would have heard about it by now."

"You're right." Elizabeth said with a nod. "I haven't heard anything out there in the world. And believe me I like to keep my tabs on a lot."

"You'll have to teach me how you do that." Veronica said with a smile.

"I doubt you will ever be able to, Veronica." Elizabeth said shaking her head with a smile. "It took me decades to establish the connections I've made."

"Maybe I'll just inherit it." Veronica said as a joke. Elizabeth laughed.

"Oh darling, you'll be waiting more than a life time for that to happen. I am kind of unkillable." Veronica laughed and they continued to talk more.

Elizabeth wasn't able to visit Hayley and Hope like she said she would. As the days passed, there were several things going on in the city. It seemed that a vampire was leaving bodies laying around the city. It had left the Mayor concerned about the safety of the city. It left Elizabeth searching and keeping an eye out for the vampire that was responsible for this all. Besides that, there seemed to be a problem with the wolves. While Mary was helping Elizabeth as much as possible to resolve the problems they were facing, they were still at ends about Hayley leaving.

Elizabeth rubbed her temples as she sat behind her desk. Veronica was lounging on the couch in front of it with her cell phone in her hands. Elizabeth had barely been at home and she was trying to spend some time with Veronica. She felt bad that as being this leader of the vampires was making things difficult and it was a bit tiring. Elizabeth was no longer sure why she had agreed to do this in the first place. She should have told Vincent to get someone else. But here she was, trying to get herself in order.

"When was the last time you've seen them?" Elizabeth looked up to see Veronica looking at a photo that had been hanging on the wall. Elizabeth stood up and walked over to Veronica and looked at the picture. It had been a photo of Klaus, Elijah, Hayley, Hope, Freya, Malakai and herself. It had been taken a few weeks after she and Malakai arrived. Elizabeth sighed and fought the urge to touch the photo.

"Klaus, I see every day." Elizabeth said with a shrug. "And its been over a month since I went to see Elijah, Freya, Hayley and Hope." Her eyes stopped on Malakai. She had received several post cards since she had compelled him to go on his adventure. "Malakai, I haven't seen him in almost eight months since he left to travel the world."

"Why haven't you've gone and visit them?" Veronica looked over at Elizabeth. "I mean they must be close by if you can go and visit them."

"That's easier said than done." Elizabeth said with a shake of her head. "I have to take care of the problems here first."

"What is so important about the city?" Veronica honestly wanted to know. "You seem to spend so much time trying to fix everything that you hardly have time to yourself. Why go through all of this?"

"Because it is home to not only us but to them." Elizabeth said nodding her head towards the picture. "Eventually they will come home and I'd rather it not be a mess when they do. I'd like to actually say I helped keep the city in order instead of chaos."

"Are they coming back anytime soon?" Veronica wanted to actually meet them. She had heard some of Elizabeth's stories about them and she would have loved to have met the originals. She really wanted to meet Freya. A witch as old as she was, there must have been a lot she could teach Veronica.

"That I do not know." Elizabeth said with a sigh. She never told veronica that the reason they had been gone in the first place had been because of her. She had told Veronica that it had been a mess that she had created and was slowly fixing. "I would like for it to be soon, but they can't until I do what I am supposed to do."

"You aren't going to tell me what happened, are you?" Veronica had even asked Vincent to tell her, but he wouldn't tell her anything. Elizabeth had asked Vincent not to say anything. She had made it very clear to the others that if they had said something to Veronica about the past, she would compel them to pull their own hearts out. She'd rather forget the past and it would have been better if she could easily compel everyone, but it would be pointless.

"Maybe when I have fixed everything I have done wrong." She said looking over at Veronica.

"Mistakes are meant to happen, Liz. You always seem like you have this huge weight on your shoulders because of what ever it was that happened." Elizabeth smiled at her.

"Are you sure you are only eighteen?" She asked ruffling her hair.

"I am, but I think with these visions I have been having and the things I have been learning from Vincent and the other witches, it lets you see the world differently." Veronica smiled at her.

"Well, you've learned a lot more than I have in a decade." Elizabeth returned the smile.

Veronica was about to say something when there was a knock on the door. Elizabeth and Veronica looked over to see Marcus standing there. He looked over at Elizabeth before nodding his out towards the hallway. Elizabeth patted Veronica's shoulder before walking out of the room to meet with Marcus. He was standing by the railing over looking the courtyard. Elizabeth walked over to him and stood beside him, placing her hands on the railing.

"What is it?" She asked letting her eyes wander around the courtyard.

"They caught sight of Aurora." Marcus said looking over at Elizabeth.

"And?" She asked wanting more information as to what happened.

"She has been the one killing the locals. Josh and I had followed her out passed the city limits before we lost her." He shook his head. "If she knew we were following her, she didn't give any sign of knowing. And when we reached the city limits, it was like she was just gone."

"Not just gone." Elizabeth said shaking her head. "She has a witch working for her. She was easily hidden from your sight."

"What happens now?" Marcus asked. "She's been acting out for that attention you said she would be."

"I think now would be the time to make a plan." She said with a nod. "Get everyone that you can to meet in the morning. I'll have a plan ready by then. Marcus nodded and Elizabeth let him leave. She sighed before she started walking back towards the room. The moment she walked in, she found Veronica standing in the middle of the room and almost as if she was staring right at Elizabeth.

"Everything okay?" Elizabeth asked with a raised eyebrow. When she didn't get an answer from her, she walked over to her. But even as she walked over to Veronica, her stare never changed. Elizabeth even moved her hand in front of her face hoping to get some kind of reaction. A frown formed on her lips as she stood there and watched Veronica a moment. Elizabeth had honestly never seen her like this before and she was honestly worried about her.

A few seconds later, Veronica shook her head and blinked several times. She looked over at Elizabeth and could see the worry on her face. "Sorry, vision." Veronica said with a small smile.

"Does that always happen?" Elizabeth asked worried. She knew Jess's visions never lasted that long.

"It happens every once and a while when several different ones hit at once." Veronica explained.

"What did you see?" Elizabeth was curious as to what it was that Veronica could see.

"Bits and pieces of more training with Vincent. Your meeting with the Vampires tomorrow." She shrugged. "But there is one thing that you should know about one of my visions."

"Which is what?" Elizabeth asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Marcus is working for who ever Aurora is. He is going to tell her your plans." Elizabeth sighed and shook her head.

"You seers are both a blessing and curse." Elizabeth said giving Veronica a smile.

"A seer?" Veronica almost seemed excited that Elizabeth had called her that.

"Maybe it is time for you to meet Jess." Elizabeth said nodding her head towards the door. As excited as she could be, Veronica quickly walked out of the room. She couldn't wait to meet Elizabeth's friend. Elizabeth had shook her head once more as she watched as Veronica rushed down the stairs. She was happy to see Veronica excited about something.

#the originals #the vampire diaries #forgotten Alliance #elijah mikaelson x oc

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3laxx · 6 years ago

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Trainwreck - Chapter 2

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She needed a coffee now. Marinette strolled down the hospital’s corridors, getting to the bistro in which a few patients sat and sipped on their own coffee. The young woman mumbled a little greeting but none of them answered. Shrugging, she fed the coffee machine and leaned her head against it. Only then, she noticed the voice that sounded like a TV newsreader, obviously upset about something. Because of that, nobody had answered then. She nodded but continued to lean onto the machine while it gently vibrated on her forehead. When she received her coffee, she turned and looked at the TV, seeing a very nervous newsreader and behind him a video of a very fast driving train.

“… Train is now, as seen here, travelling very fast and it’s between Crépy-en-Valois and Nanteuil-le-Haudouin by now. According to the last words of the train driver before the radio was disconnected, he has been knocked out by the terrorist group AKUMA, obviously with the goal to crash into Gare du Nord with this cargo train which is loaded with dangerous chemicals. The train is-…”

Marinette didn’t need to hear the rest. Without hesitation, she abandoned the hot cup of coffee on a table and dialed Tikki’s number while running to her superior, hastily scribbling down another number on a flyer she grabbed while exiting the bistro.

“Hello Marinette.”, Tikki greeted her, “What is-…”

“Why am I being informed by the TV rather than you?”, she snapped, pressing herself to the wall to make room for a bed that was moved past her.

“The police are on it, Marinette, and you are working. It is not necessary for you to set your identity on stake to try and stop-…”

“The AKUMA is behind this, Tikki! I have a helicopter and I’m giving your cover number to my superior now. I’m moving out.”

“You always were a bit of a hothead, Marinette. Do you think you can deal with this?”

“I know I can. You taught me well. Can you make sure nobody gets into my way?”

“Certainly. But you’ll get fired, you know that?”

Marinette set on her grim face as she ran up the stairs.

“I don’t care, this is bigger than my job.”

“Please don’t get carried away, alright?”

“I’m hotheaded, remember? Of course, I will!”, she grinned when she barged into the office of her superior, at the same time hanging up her call with Tikki and slamming the piece of paper with the number on it on the desk.

“I’m heading out with the helicopter, if you have questions call this number!”

She emerged out without another word, running into Tia as she opened the door to the landing platform.

“Marinette? Is everything alright? You wanted to-…”

“Tia, I want you to stay here!”

“Wh-What?!”, the younger girl exclaimed, looked at her confused.

“Nino and I need to go and I want you to stay here, just stay here! Nino! Start the helicopter, right now!”

The young man looked startled but didn’t question it, instead he jumped inside the helicopter and started the rotors. Tia followed her regardless, still throwing as many questions at her as she could.

“Tia, listen. There’s something really important I need to set right and I don’t want you to risk your life for that. You understand?”

Only then, Tia realized Marinette had not once called her ‘greenie’. Dumbstruck, she nodded.

“Okay, stay put. And-… Tia?”

“Yes?”

“Just in case, I love you like a little sister, alright?”

In that moment, Tia knew something must’ve gone wrong. Terribly wrong.

“Marinette, wait-…!”

“Stay there!”, the young woman yelled over the loud helicopter when she entered and put on her helmet.

“So, what happened?”

“There’s a driverless train between Crépy-en-Valois and Nanteuil-le-Haudouin! I need to stop it!”

“W-Wait, what?!”

Marinette rolled her eyes when she put on her safety belt and looked back down to where Tia stared after them.

“I need you to get me above the train so that I can rope down into the driver cabin and stop it. Got it?”

Nino stared at her while directing the helicopter towards Crépy-en-Valois, tilting down the front so that they would fly faster.

“B-But-… What?!”

“Nino, I’ll take all the guilt on me, I’ll say I forced you to fly me there so you won’t lose your job but trust me on this one, okay?”

He kept his eyes on her while flying over Paris.

“Why you?! And why me?! What do we have to do with-… And what’s with that train?!”

She sighed and told him what she heard and saw on TV.

“And I just have this weird feeling I’m needed and that I can do that. So just fly me there and I’ll do the rest!”

He was still confused but shut up for the rest on the flight.

The train had passed Nanteuil-le-Haudouin by now, still heading towards Paris. By the time Marinette and Nino had sighted the train, it was just before Le-Plessis-Belleville, continuing its path at a rattling speed. She gulped when she saw just how fast the train was going.

“You okay, Mari? You know, that’s not your mission-…”

“No. Nino, it is. I have to do this. It’s my job.”

He gave her an indefinite glance, still flying towards the moving train. She got up, clinking in a carabiner in her belt, showing him thumbs up. Just when he gave back the gesture, she hesitated, pulled out her phone and dialed Alya’s number. She tried her best to block out the noise of the helicopter with her hands but she had to tell Alya she loved her.

After a few seconds, her best friend’s voice came through the speaker, sleepy but she was there. Marinette sighed relieved.

“Mari? What’s that noise…? Are you calling me from inside the helicopter?!”

“Yeah, but-… Alya, listen. I want you to know that I love you. No matter what happens next, okay? I love you.”

“Mari, what-… What are you doing? What is happening? Why are you-… Are you in trouble?!”

“Alya, I love you! See you this evening!”

With that, she interrupted her best friend’s words, putting back the phone into her pocket. Nino looked at her through clouded eyes but had managed to align the helicopters speed with the train.

“You sure?”, she heard him ask through the radio.

“Completely. Just look out for me.”

“I will, Mari.”

She pulled at the rope and it slowly gave her space, letting her stand on the skids of the helicopter waiting for Nino to fly above the driver’s cabin.

Alya got up and rubbed her eyes. Something was wrong, very wrong. As fast as she could, she got up and checked the internet for any information. When she read ‘train’ and ‘driverless’, she quickly grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. She was greeted with a soap but hurriedly changed the channel and landed on the news live, seeing a helicopter flying above a train.

“… And as it seems, two heroic emergency pilots are currently trying to get to the driver cabin of the train, to hopefully stop the train. For now-…”

Alya pulled out her phone once again, looking up what was happening. After two minutes, she dialed Adrien’s number, terrified to see on live TV that her best friend was standing on the skids of the helicopter, looking down at the moving train, obviously concentrating on roping herself down.

“Adrien?!”, she almost yelled when he accepted, surely making him flinch.

“Ow, Alya! What is it? You know I’m in the middle of a shoot-…”

“Forget it! Turn on the TV! Nino-… M-Marinette-… They-… Oh my g-god!”

“Alya? What is it? What’s happening?”

The brunette couldn’t answer. She saw that her best friend took the step out into the air, slowly roping herself down towards the train in which the AKUMA terrorists were surely waiting for her.

“Adrien, how far are you from Nino’s and my apartment?”

“About five minutes?”

“C-Come here right now. I-I think-… I think Mari’s gonna die.” “What?! Alya, I-…”

“Come here in this instant and hold me for god’s sake!”

She hung up before he could answer. Because in that moment, the helicopter which her boyfriend flew, suddenly gained in height and Marinette hadn’t been prepared for it.

“Nino! What was that all about?!”

“Sorry, Mari! I’m just looking out for you and luckily, we missed that tree branch. It would’ve been worse if the rope had been hit!”

Marinette nodded and continued to rope herself down, until she could almost touch the train with her feet but the speed made it difficult for her to manage not swinging around.

She gritted her teeth, trying to get into a better position with circling her legs.

“Mari, I can’t hold this forever!”

“Well, me neither! I’m working on it, Nino!”

She heard him moan and focused on trying to touch down gently, but after about two minutes of trying, she gave up and with a fast pull, she was down on the train’s roof. She rolled a few times because the train was moving faster than she thought and the rope yanked her up. She just hoped her world would stop spinning.

“Mari!”, she heard Nino yelling, then she felt a great pain in her back.

Let me know if you liked it?

#miraculous ladybug #fanfic #ml #aus #trainwreck #chapter 2 #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #adrienette #adrinette #djwifi #freckles writes

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metamoromemes · 7 years ago

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Hello 💕 I really need something about jealous!Fabri and fluffiness, so it would be cute if you'd wanna write something about it. Have a good day, love your metamoro headcanons x

Hello!!! Thank you so much for sending this! Here’s some jealous fabri 💕

Fabri is a strong believer of freedom, so he tries not to get jealous too often. The last thing he wants is for ermal to feel chained and constricted by him, he wants ermal to have a fulfilling life outside their relationship too

But sometimes… sometimes it gets too difficult for fabri to control his jealousy

Because have you seen ermal meta? He’s a walking Greek statue, puts Michaelangelo’s david to shame

The looks on the people’s faces when they lay their eyes on ermal, like they’re undressing him with their filthy gaze… if 25-year old messy ball of anger fabrizio moro is still here he’d have murdered them all

thank god today’s fabrizio is a 43-year-old rational man with 2 kids, it helps with the patience

So one time they’re attending a eurovision party in lisbon, something both of them dread especially fabrizio because he cant understand what others are saying 90% of the time

Aligning with the spirit of eurovision the party is held at a gay bar

They get there and meet a lot of new people, and honestly everyone’s been really nice so fabri slowly relaxes

He leaves ermal for a bit to get them drinks (ermal gave him a crash course on ordering in english prior) while ermal starts talking to a group of guys who seem friendly

While waiting for their drinks, fabri watches ermal easily charms the socks out of all the guys and he smiles adoringly from afar

Until he notices something: that one guy with a hat two sizes smaller than his head is being a little too friendly

There’re 4-5 people in the bunch but that dude’s sticking to ermal, laughing obnoxiously at his jokes like he’s desperate for his attention

Fabri’s mind just goes TING TING TING Someone’s!! flirting!!! with!! my!! boyfriend!!

He feels the jealousy bubbling inside him, threatening to reveal itself

The guy starts to touch ermal’s arms casually, lingering a bit too long, disguising it as a friendly gesture

Can’t fool fabrizio though

Now Fabrizio’s thinking hard of ways to pull ermal away from the conversation and most importantly away from the creepy annoying guy

He gets an idea that’s gonna cost him his dignity but who the hell cares??? What matters is saving ermal

So here’s the plan: He’s gonna pretend to be so drunk that ermal has to bring him home

genius isn’t it

He grabs more cocktails from the bar, downs them in one go then makes his way towards ermal

Ermal lights up when he sees fabri (god fabri loves that face so much) and puts his arm around him, kissing him on the cheek

Fabri smiles smugly when he sees the shocked expression on the guy’s face

It’s time to execute his plan

”Errrrmaaaalll… i don’t feel gooooddd” he plasters himself to ermal, who’s now confused

“Bizio the fuck are you doing” “Let’s go hooomeee i wanna cuddle!” “bizio please everyone’s looking at us” “Let them look, fuck em!!”

Ermal excuses them from the conversation and pulls fabrizio to the side

(“okay you never get drunk, so tell me what’s happening” “That guy’s trying to get in your pants” “Which one?” “The one with that stupid hat” “Ohhh him, yeah he’s a little forward, but that doesn’t explain why you’re acting drunk?” “i just want to get you away from him” “oh? Fabri are you jealous? :)))” “yes i am so what”)

And that’s all ermal needed to hear, he rushes back to the group, still holding fabri’s hand

“Sorry guys, I have to take my boyfriend home, he turns into a cuddlemonster when he’s drunk and I don’t think you all can handle that”

The flirting guy, now obviously offended, crosses his arm and asks “boyfriend?”

He says it like he’s thinking ‘i cant fucking believe you led me on’ and now ermal’s the one getting irritated because he wasn’t even flirting back?? he was just waiting for fabri to get them drinks, chill

So he just shrugs “yeah, fabrizio’s my boyfriend, i’m sorry did you think i was single?”

Fabri doesn’t understand because it’s english but he hears his name so he decides at that moment to join in the fun and hugs ermal from behind, nuzzling ermal’s neck, whining “ermal amore, andiamoooo”

They escape the crazy party and in the cab back to their hotel both of them are laughing uncontrollably, recalling how it went down

(”i can’t believe you played along!” “yeah well you went through the trouble of pretending to be drunk, the least i could do was support you, also you’re cute when you’re jealous” “who said i was jealous?” “uhhh you did???” “okay you got me there”)

Back in the hotel ermal’s like “sooooo you still up for the cuddles?” and fabri just jumps him and shows him who he belongs to

The next day the giornalisti gossippari are all “FABRIZIO MORO SPOTTED DRUNK AT A GAY BAR IN LISBON WITH ERMAL META”

Ermal, being a little shit, posts a selfie in response, hickeys very much visible on his neck, with the caption “la gelosia è buona ;)”

#metamoro #metamoro headcanon #ermal meta #fabrizio moro #erule #asks #probably ooc but i can see fabri pulling something like this lol #and that gelosia selfie is gonna come one of these days #long post #text post

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mell-bell · 7 years ago

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nothing takes the past away (like the future) - Part 4

Lucy Preston x Garcia Flynn

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

AO3

Words: 2973

Series Summary: There are no guidelines for being handed your future child. Especially one who’s being hunted through time by an evil organization. Lucy and Flynn, who haven’t even admitted their feelings for each other, are in for one hell of a surprise. Battling Rittenhouse in the past had been their only mission for so long, but now they have to face their future, and even worse, their feelings. Being faced with your future child kind of puts things into perspective.

Chapter: 4/20

Author’s notes: So first things first I’m beyond pissed off that NBC canceled Timeless AGAIN. I don’t really have words right now but I will be ranting on my tumblr (mell-bell) for the next few months so feel free to read my rants. Now back to my story. So like I don’t WANT to make Wyatt the bad guy. I did ship lyatt the first season so I have a soft spot for him, but him and Lucy I cant see anymore so even though he's gonna be a little bitchy he's not gonna stay that way or be the big bad of my story just FYI. Also, you guys are literally the best all your comments make me so happy I cry every time I see one so I love you guys. Hope you enjoy!!!!

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Loud whispering woke Garcia up.

With a quiet groan, he tried to slip back into his dream and went to roll over on his bed, when he realized he wasn’t in his room and that there was a heavy weight resting against his chest. Blinking his eyes open he caught sight of the living area. He was sprawled out across the couch, his long legs sticking off the end. And Lucy. Lucy was lying on top of him.

Sometime during the night, they had slid down to lie on the couch, their bodies aligned perfectly.

There was a time when he thought he wouldn’t have this anymore.

But even as happy as he was he couldn’t stop the voices in the back of his head reminding him that they were in the middle of a war and he could lose her. He could lose their future.

But he wanted it. So bad.

If he could wake up every day like this then he thought the future would be okay. Her body fit so perfectly against his. Her head tucked under his chin, her hands grasped onto his shirt. His arm was draped over her back resting under her shirt. There was nothing sexual about it, but the blush that spread across his face made someone laugh.

Rufus was sitting cross-legged on the ground, Grace in front of him placing a makeshift hat on his head. The man in question threw a wink at him before focusing back on his daughter.

“As President of Pluto, I will require everyone to wear cowboy hats.” Grace demanded.

“Pluto?”

Nodding enthusiastically, Grace put the finishing touches on Rufus’ hat, “Momma and Daddy fight over whether it’s a planet or not. So I decided to be President and make it a planet. Don’t tell daddy.”

Garcia snorted and Grace looked over toward the sound, smiling widely when she saw her father awake.

“Daddy!”

“Aren’t you a little young to be President, draga? Wouldn’t your mom and I be a better age?”

Grace pouted shaking her head viciously, “No, I think you’re too old Daddy. You’re almost as old as Rufus.”

Rufus gasped, “Too old? How old do you think he is? How old do you think I am?!”

Grace looked like she was thinking hard before exclaiming, “20!”

Rufus burst out into laughter, leaning over and tickling Grace, “Oh that’s old?”

“Yeah! Ancient! You’re almost as old as my pop-pop. Luke is old too! But not that old.”

Grace’s laughter grew louder and Lucy shifted in Garcia’s arms. She turned trying to burrow herself into his chest, the noises coming from her mouth sounding as if she was talking to herself. He brushed a hand over her head and she settled down as he watched Rufus continue talking to Grace.

“And how old is Luke?”

“Seven! He’s in second grade. He’s learning the loopy handwriting. I want to learn too. But momma tells me in a few years. But he likes the same nerdy things I do like Star Wars!”

Rufus snorted, “Luke, I am your father.”

Grace’s brows furrowed, “Well you are.”

There was a beat of silence as both Rufus and Garcia looked at each other in alarm.

Rufus began to stutter, “I’m- wait, what? I have- what?!”

“You’re Luke’s Daddy.” Grace said as a matter of fact as if she was baffled why they were confused.

“Daddy?! Jiya!”

Lucy shot up at the loud yells, accidentally elbowing Garcia in the stomach. She flushed as she looked at how close they were and went to slip out of his hold almost propelling herself off the couch, Garcia grabbing her before she could tumble onto the ground.

Grace’s eyes were wide, “Sorry Momma, Uncle Rufus was being loud.”

Rufus was running in circles, yelling loudly to himself, as everyone made their way into the common area confused at the scene before them.

Lucy and Garcia were able to quickly untangle their bodies, their faces still flushed. Thankfully no one was focusing on them, except Wyatt.

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Garcia ended up cooking breakfast once again. According to the official bunker cooking schedule, it was technically Rufus’ turn, but he had begged the man to cook instead, citing his delicious pancakes from the previous morning and claiming he had to interrogate his daughter. Before Garcia had joined the team, the food in the bunker had been non-existent. After the first few days of moving in, Denise had realized that everybody was living off of ramen noodles for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Because of that, the bunker cooking schedule was born.

So, after a little pouting from his daughter, Rufus, and Lucy, Garcia found himself once again standing in front of the stove. This time donning an apron Lucy had tied around him to “protect his turtlenecks”.

Left to his own devices, Garcia flipped pancakes, keeping an eye on Grace, who was sitting with Rufus and Jiya in the living room. The man was begging Grace to give him more information about his son, but Grace seemed less than interested as she focused on the picture she was drawing. Jiya just sat there with a star-struck expression on her face.

The little spoiler she had dropped that morning had Rufus and Jiya running wild. He smirked. Now, they knew how he and Lucy felt. Though it was different. At least Rufus and Jiya were already a couple. When he and Lucy were...he wasn’t even sure. Things had been different since Grace had arrived. But things had begun changing before that too. They had been growing closer. But it was different now somehow. Every brush of her hand, every smile, every laugh almost brought him to his knees. It was kind of insane how quickly things had changed. One second he had just barely been living and now he was watching his future live in front of him.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice when someone entered the kitchen until he could feel the tension coming from the man.

Wyatt.

Garcia knew this confrontation had been coming.

Seeing the woman you had feelings for having a future with somebody else couldn’t be easy. He could understand that part. But the way that Wyatt had tried to stake his claim to Lucy, especially when his wife had been around, rubbed him the wrong way.

Clearing his throat, Garcia turned toward Wyatt, motioning to the pancakes in front of him, “Lucy mentioned you like the chocolate chip ones?”

Wyatt remained silent, his arms crossed in front of him, and Garcia’s head tilted in question at his silence.

“I don’t trust you.”

“That’s a mean thing to say about some pancakes.”

Wyatt’s eyes flashed, his body tensing, “I’ve never trusted you. Somehow you’ve managed to worm your way into our mission. Into our family. And now with the girl....you’re turning Lucy away from us...”

Garcia sighed, putting the spatula down, “Listen, I am painfully aware that I am no one’s favorite person. But if you say anything bad about my daughter or my- Lucy, then we are going to have a problem.”

“You don’t deserve her.”

Garcia’s gut clenched as those words struck something deep inside him, “No, I don’t. But I think that’s up to her.”

Wyatt shook his head and began to pace, his body seemingly wired with energy, “She isn’t thinking straight. She doesn’t know everything about you. And you know nothing about her.”

“I know more than you know. Her work. Her life. Her family.”

Wyatt took an aggressive step forward, “Yeah, from reading her private journal.”

Garcia held up his hands placatingly, “Not everything from the journal. I’ve been to her lectures. Heard her speak. We’ve talked. I may not know her as well as I wish, but I do know her.”

“Just stay away from her. When the girl leaves I don’t want you near her.”

“Wyatt.” A voice snapped from the doorway. Both men swung around finding Lucy standing there, her eyes dark as she glared at Wyatt.

Wyatt had the decency to look ashamed for a second, but not a second later he threw another glare at Garcia when Lucy stepped up to stand next to him.

Lucy reached out, her hand brushing against Garcia’s arm. Their eyes met and she nodded toward the other room, toward Grace. He nodded and made his way out of the room, their eyes locked, that moment conveying so much more than just one look.

Once she saw Garcia reach Grace, the little girl’s face lighting up as she jumped into her father’s arms, Lucy turned to face Wyatt.

Without wasting a second, he took a step forward, “You can’t trust him. Lucy, he’s tried to kill us. Multiple times.”

Lucy’s eyes narrowed, “Wyatt. He’s proven himself more times than not. People change. I think it’s clear that you have too.”

Wyatt flinched back.

“You can’t trust him.”

“But I do. And he’s not going anywhere. You once said you trusted me. So trust me now. I trusted you on everything. Jessica. Everything. Now trust me on Garcia.”

He scoffed, “Garcia.”

“Yes. That is his name.” Her voice cold as her eyes roamed his face.

His eyes flashed in anger, “You said nothing happened between you two.”

Lucy threw her hands up in exasperation, “Nothing did. But even if it had, its none of your business. You lost the right to have any say in my life when you chose Jessica.”

“I thought that now that Jessica is....”

“What? Gone? Evil? Almost killed Rufus and the rest of us? You figured I would what? Fall into your arms? Wyatt, you chose her. She was ....no, she is your wife. And you made the decision to try and make it work with her. And I agreed. You have no right to expect that I was just gonna wait around, that I would just be there as a replacement for her. I’ve moved on. And you should too.”

“But Flynn really? I can’t believe you have a kid with him.”

Lucy stepped forward, her eyes flashing as her arm shot out, “Keep Grace out of this. That’s a low blow Wyatt.”

Wyatt stepped up, reaching out a hand toward her, “I’m trying to stop you from getting hurt.”

Lucy pulled away from his reach, “Wyatt don’t you understand? You’re the one who hurt me. What I do has nothing to do with you. We aren’t anything anymore. I don’t think we ever really were.”

“Lucy, I still care about you.” He pleaded.

Lucy sighed, “And I care about you too. But Garcia is my future. Grace is my future.”

“But the future can change.” He argued.

“No. This is how it’s going to be. I think I’ve known for a while. Nothing you say will change anything. So either get used to it or get out.”

“Lucy....”

“Momma?”

Wyatt slipped out of the room as Lucy went to grab Grace.

“Momma, what’s wrong with Uncle Wyatt?”

Grace looked worried, her gaze focused on Wyatt’s retreating form until he disappeared. Before she could reply, the sound of a slamming door echoed down the hall.

Lucy ran her hand over Grace’s head, “He’s fine, sweetheart. Just stressed.”

“Like when you got hurt?”

Lucy swallowed, “Um, yeah.”

Grace nodded solemnly.

“Lucy.”

Lucy turned, her eyes meeting Denise’s own worried ones.

“What’s wrong?”

Denise looked down at Grace, who was resting attentively in her mother's arms. The little girl looked between the women, “I’m an adult, momma. I can listen.”

A quiet cough sounded from the doorway, and Lucy turned catching sight of Garcia. However, the man wouldn’t meet her eyes, instead focusing solely on their daughter. Lucy took a step closer, but Garcia still wouldn’t raise his gaze to hers.

“Lucy.” Denise said.

Garcia grabbed Grace from her arms, turning and starting down the hall before she could even get a word in.

Lucy took a step forward as if she was going to chase after him, but Denise grabbed onto her arm.

“Lucy. We have a problem.”

Lucy turned around, shaking her head to get Garcia out of her head, “What?”

“Jiya told me that Rittenhouse tracked the lifeboat from the future landing here. I wouldn’t be surprised if they made a move against us. Jessica knows where we are. We have to consider moving somewhere else. Another bunker perhaps. With Emma in charge, we are vulnerable.”

“She’s not going to play by the same rules that my mother did. Emma has tried to kill me almost every single time I’ve seen her. If my mother hadn’t stopped her I....what are we going to do?”

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After going over every possible option with Denise, Lucy went searching for Grace. She found her sitting in Connor’s lap pouting as the record player sang. Quickly saving her daughter from Connor who was trying to get her interested in his taste in music, she tried to put her down for a nap. But she complained. She knew something was wrong. The tension in the bunker was still palpable from the morning. Wyatt hadn’t made a reappearance. And Garcia had also been absent for the past few hours.

Even Lucy hadn’t been able to find him. After talking to Denise, her mind had been racing. Uprooting all of their lives here would be unnerving but if there was even a slight chance Jessica would bring Rittenhouse here, they needed to leave.

But that could wait. Lucy needed to find Garcia. Passing by the spare workshop room, she caught sight of Connor who motioned toward the common room.

With a thankful smile, Lucy started toward the room but paused before fully walking in. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was going to say to him. What she could say to him. But her body seemed to move on its own, knowing that he needed her. And she would be lying if she said she didn’t need him too. Taking a deep breath she rounded the corner, immediately catching sight of him.

Garcia sat on the couch. His body still. Staring blankly at the wall. As she made her way closer, his body tensed as he heard her almost silent footsteps against the floor.

She sat down next to him.

For a moment, neither said a word.

Lucy took a deep breath unsure where to start, “You said something when you were....talking to Wyatt.”

He sat there in silence, but she could tell he was listening, his fingers twitching as she inched closer to him, “About my lectures.”

He nodded, throwing her a fleeting look before turning his gaze back to the wall. After another beat of silence, he began to speak.

“When you-um...first gave me the journal I looked you up. Lucy Preston. Professor at Stanford. 4.5 rating. I sat in on one of your lectures. Listened to you ranting to an ignorant student. You looked different than the woman who gave me the journal. Younger. You said something. I think it was then that I believed you. Knew you were telling me the truth. You quoted something about how historians must be impartial, free of passion, unbiased by interest. But you were the complete opposite. You were passionate and interested and far from impartial. In your writing, I could tell who you were. But after that, I tried to force you from my mind. Tried to ignored your journal and just focus on the Rittenhouse portion. But you became more and more real to me. But I just tried to push you away and I deviated so far from what you wanted me to do. Wyatt was right, I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve this future.”

Lucy looked at him silently for a moment before reaching out and whacking him lightly on the chest.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“For being idiotic. We need you. I need you.”

“You don’t need my information anymore. The team would be fine without me.”

“Garcia. That’s not what I meant. And you know it.”

“So where does this leave us?”

“Confused. But together.”

Garcia nodded and wrapped his arm around Lucy pulling her to rest against him.

The couple was content to just to remain in each other’s arms. That feeling of another’s body wrapped around yours, silently offering comfort. It was something they both needed. Something they both craved. Something neither had experienced in a long time.

“Is that my sweater?”

Lucy nodded, before yawning, “Yeah, it makes me feel safe.”

After a beat of silence and a slight quirk of Garcia’s mouth, Lucy realized what she had said. Stumbling over her worse she frantically spat out, “Nope, I didn’t say that.”

He giggled. Properly giggled and Lucy smiled turning to face him. His face was much closer than she thought and her breath caught in her throat as her eyes roamed his face. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t always been a little bit attracted to him. The dark hair. The green eyes. The smirk.

Lucy reached out, her fingertips brushing his jaw, the feeling of stubble tickling her fingers. She watched as his shoulders seemed to relax under her touch, the tenseness fading from his body. She continued brushing her fingers across his cheek, his own leaning unconsciously closer to her. Lucy could feel his breath caressing her face. If she moved just an inch their lips would just brush. She watched as his eyes darted to her lips and she leaned in closer. And he didn’t fight it. He simply let it happen, watching her with stormy eyes.

Out of nowhere, an alarm sounded, startling the couple off the couch.

“That isn’t the alarm for the mothership.” Garcia whispered in horror.

Lucy’s heart pounded. Someone had broken in.

“Grace.”

Just as they started toward their room, a loud scream shattered the bunker.

“Momma!”

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Author’s notes: Anyways sorry I don't know why this took so long because I had it written for weeks but for some reason it just didn't feel right and I had some issues with this chapter (when don't I have issues with a chapter) but I hope you guys liked it! I really love you all and I'm so glad you enjoy my story. Thank you for all your comments they make my day <3

Next up: Sorry cliffy....anyways next up Rittenhouse is at it again and Emma causes A LOT of issues for our favorite group of travelers

Part 5

#garcy #timeless #garcy fanfic #garcy ff #garcy fanfiction #timeless fanfiction #Lucy x flynn #Lucy x garcia #Garcia Flynn #Lucy Preston #my fanfic

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fantasticworldoffanfics · 7 years ago

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PETER/STILES

——— (part 4) ——–

Fandom: TeenWolf

Even a longer list of fanfics :)….

top favourites, more top favourites, part 1, part 2, part 3

Bittersweet Creek

Author: Guede

Summary: When Stiles finally steps off the westward trail to California, he’s the last of his pack. He starts building a den, but then he finds a dying man next to a burnt-down house and it turns out he’s not really much of a settler, after all.

The Glade

Author: makingitwork

Summary: We do what they want and what we want they make us want.

Hollow Moon

Author: Bootsrcool

Summary: What if Stiles got bit instead of Scott?But wait! Is that Peter? The man he gives flowers to in the hospital cause he never sees anyone give the comatose man flowers? Peter? Your awake?!Its a fix-it, cause I cant resist!

The Shepherd Boy and the Wolves

Author: Guede

Summary: After Derek’s nearly seduced by a hunter into betraying his family, his mother thinks it’s a good idea to send him out into the world and learn how not to fall for traps like that. Peter comes along, because Peter likes exploring, and that’s why they decide to explore a haunted mountain.Stiles lives on that mountain. With his sheep. They’re very tasty-looking, and well, Derek and Peter are werewolves.Hah.

Temporary Claim

Author: run_for_me

Summary: Some, of course, are off limits. Queen Talia and her husband have their special favorites who join their marriage bed from time to time. Laura has several young strapping men that are hers and hers alone. Even Derek has a few favorites—the quiet ones, the sweet ones.Peter? The Duke only has one.

Hooked

Author: Udunie

Summary: The car stopped right by him, so he pushed himself away from the wall, walking up to it, licking his lips as he saw the window being lowered.“Hey there,” he said. The first contact always felt awkward, no matter how many times he did it. But at least he knew that he would be A-okay once he was on his knees, sucking the guy like there was no tomorrow.He was a bit taken aback when he saw the driver, because… well, the man was hot as burning. Older, around forty, with a goatee and eyes so blue they sent a shiver down his spine.Stiles had the instinctive urge to back away. It didn’t add up. The guy oozed confidence, had money and was handsome. Absolutely no reason to hire a hooker, when anyone would have wept in joy to get on his dick.“How much for a night?” he asked, giving Stiles a long, calculating look.He should have just sent him away, he knew it. But the deadline on the rent was scratching at the back of his mind, not letting him think clearly. Stiles bit his lip. Fuck it.

The Pack Comes First

Author: RebaK1tten

Summary: The Hale Pack and the McCall Pack have bordering territories and both can benefit from being affiliated with each other. And the surest way to do that is for a mating between a member of each pack.

Soul Hates

Author: TriscuitsandSoup

Summary: Stiles always knew that Peter Hale was his soulmate, he just didn't expect that Peter's was somebody else.“I found the documents, Peter,” Stiles said, his teeth grinding together in a hiss. “I found them. My name was never on your arm. You. Lied.”

Wrong But You’re SO Much Fun

Author: sneksonaplane

Summary: The first night Stiles added Ian on snapchat, they sexted for half the night and he came three times. And now Stiles was...here. He’d been talking to the older man for three weeks now and was officially hooked. It wasn’t like they had anything official going, there certainly weren’t feelings involved, they were just friends who sexted a lot. And talked every night, usually until Stiles passed out from exhaustion. And he called Ian Daddy sometimes when they messaged each other. No big deal.

the one where Stiles runs a porn blog and has a major daddy kink, and he starts anonymously sexting with Peter without either of them realizing it. Both of them use nicknames to avoid giving out their real names on the internet, and Peter's fake name/nickname that he uses when he first starts talking to Stiles is "Ian" because I'm garbage. Expect errors and poor formatting because I'm betaless.

Worn Out Shoes

Author: moonstalker24

Summary: When the dead rise, and the world comes to an end, the McCall Pack must learn to live in this new world, or die in the attempt. This is the story of the end, and of the year that follows.

Taste, Touch Fuck

Author: about_two_cats

Summary: Peter comes home to the smell of Omega filling up the apartment. He knows it can come from only one source, the adorable little omega he’s with, Stiles. He follows his nose and finds Stiles ready for a good fucking.

Not Meek, Not Biddable, Too Unconventional So Very Stiles

Author: ladyoneill

Summary: In a world where Betas have become the norm, but Alphas are still the leaders, the wealthy, the powerful, Omegas are very rare and the only ones who can birth or sire Alphas with other Alphas. Born to two Betas, raised as a Beta, of course Stiles presents as an Omega on his sixteenth birthday because his life sucks that way. One month later is his ceremony where technically he chooses an Alpha as his mate for the rest of their lives, and Stiles is given three options. One isn't ever going to happen, a second doesn't really want him, so he chooses the third--a man twice his age, scarred and just out of a six year coma. Scared, because he has very few rights and this stranger can do anything to him, control any aspect of his life, and Stiles isn't a stereotypical submissive Omega happy to be home ironing shirts and suckling babies, he's surprised to find that Peter isn't a stereotype either (for one, he's a damn good cook). Is it possible that his life won't suck that much after all?

Whose Woods These Are

Author: moonstalker24

Summary: Stiles chooses the house simply because it’s far enough out in the wilderness to be away. His… reticence for human contact on any given day coincides entirely with how much pain he’s in when he wakes up the morning. His patience is limited, and he has more bad days than good… So Stiles moves into an old house out in the woods like a creepy serial killer. Reminds himself that other people suck on a regular basis and just sort of gets on with it… It isn’t until after several sightings that Stiles realizes that the wolf is following him. If the wolf decides it wants to eat him, Stiles would be a pretty easy meal….

A Little Too Ironic

Author: RebaK1tten

Summary: Stiles is an omega who needs to find a trusted alpha, purely for legal reasons. Peter Hale is probably not his first choice.

Love What is Behind You

Author: KouriArashi

Summary: Basically what it says on the label. Hunger Games type fusion. Stiles doing way better than anyone anticipates. Peter finds him intriguing. Ruthless, devious assholes working together to ruin bad guys, as the Steter ship is meant to be.

Misconception

Author: TriscuitsandSoup

Summary: After weeks of trying Stiles is still unable to get pregnant. He struggles with depression and anxiety, and worries his alphas might choose to leave him for another omega.“Oh god,” he breathed, fumbling out another test from the box. He almost dropped it twice. Twenty minutes later he had another result, just as conclusive as the first. Not pregnant. Not pregnant. Not pregnant.

I Don’t Like You, But I Love You

Author: sweetbutterbliss

Summary: He smells him before he sees him, the scent competing over the sticky smell of stale beer and sweat. It smells like burnt sugar, a little bitter mixed in with the sweetness. He leaves the paperwork on the desk and steps out of his office, passing the bathrooms that he can tell Erica still hasn't cleaned.A lithe, what Peter could only describe as a boy is standing in the middle of the empty bar, one hand gripping the dolly's handle full of boxes of Hair of the Dog; one of the few werewolf beers that doesn't taste of ass. (And Peter would know.) His mouth is slightly parted as he surveys the bar and Peter suppressed thoughts of what he could put in that mouth.

Stiles the Strange Pet

Author: TriscuitsandSoup

Summary: Peter welcomes a strange new house guest.

All Hale

Author: dornfelder

Summary: Stiles wakes from the absence of warmth at his back and the sound of a toilet flushing. He moves his tongue from where it’s stuck to his palate and filling his mouth with the taste of stale death. Blinking gritty, itching eyes open, he finds the world too bright, too real to deal with just yet. He snuggles up closer to Derek, burrowing into his bulk. Derek’s reaction is a content rumble. He pulls Stiles closer. Beard stubble grazes his neck as Derek opens one sleepy eye.Wait – wait. What. The fuck?Stiles sits up. Derek’s arm falls from his waist and he watches Derek’s eyes grow wide with dawning horror that mirrors his own.“Good morning, my lovelies,” Peter’s cheerful voice announces from the doorstep. “Rise and shine. Early wolf catches the deer.”

Starverse

Author: Green

Part 1: All My Stars Aligned

Summary: Stiles needs to find an alpha ASAP. Actually, the doctors say he really needs two. Damn biology.Chris and Peter are two alphas in hopeless, doomed love with each other.

Part 2: Starcrossed

Summary: That was where it started, when their eyes met, and Chris smiled. Peter melted and fell in love in an instant, and kept falling in love every single time he dared to look again.

^sidenote: nearly made it to my TOP FAVS list

The Sphinx of Beacon Hills

Author: Guede

Summary: Stiles is a sphinx, and he’s winging his way to visit his buddy Scott when a storm drops him in Beacon Hills, the craziest, crankiest, coldest place ever. And somehow, he ends up with a bunch of werewolves.

Talia’s Master Plan For Love

Author: Irukashi_Narukib

Summary: Basically Peter wants nothing to do with this but can't avoid it. Same with Stiles but shit happens anyway. HAHA fuck them both.

Born Of Shadows

Author: xxxillusionxxx

Summary: Something is strange about Stiles and Peter is the only one who seems to notice.

Wake Me Up

Author: ToAStranger

Summary: Stiles has been in a coma for six years. Now he's awake.

The High is Worth the Pain

Author: thegirlwhoknits

Summary: Stiles is an emissary-in-training whose teacher has sent him to Peter for his first-level initiation tattoo. The only problem is, Stiles has a kind of embarrassing reaction to pain...

Suppressants are Dumb Anyway Series

Author: vaudevillian_villainess

Part 1: Good Little Omega

Summary: Stiles is such a good little omega for his Alpha.Series

Part 2: The Price of Love

Summary: Peter and Stiles have to tell everyone about their mating...fun times!

A Welcome Arrow

Author: 1001cranes

Summary: The wedding is small and grim, because Stiles is being carted off to parts unknown, married to a thirty-something year old dude who wants to marry a seventeen year old dude - totally not creepy at all. Regency AU.

Name

Author: Corpium

Summary: When Stiles goes back in time to save Paige and stop Gerard, he doesn't expect Peter Hale.

Pigments and Pentacles Series

Author: SushiOwl

Part 1: Magic Needle

Summary: “One--” He stabbed the needle right through skin and cartilage, pulling a loud squawk out of Stiles.Stiles sucked in a few quick breaths then started to laugh. “You son of a bitch,” he snorted. “You said on three.”“I lied,” Peter replied, smiling down at him.Series

Part 2: You Give Me An Oral Fixation

Summary: "So, I want more piercings.""Oh? And where would these piercings be?""Guess."

Part 3: Time To Improvise

Summary: "Want to hear something weird?""From you, I've come to expect it.""Well, this time it's about your penis.""Do tell."

Part 4: Pillow Talk

Summary: “You’re going to have to move if you want to fuck me, y’know,” he murmured in Peter’s ear.Peter smiled. “I don’t plan on moving,” he told him. “I’m so comfortable.”“Then how are…?” Stiles asked, sounding adorably confused. Peter gave him a moment, and he let out a soft ooh. Peter looked at him over his shoulder and saw him lick his lips. “You serious about this?”“I wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise,” Peter told him, before he snuggled back into the pillow. “Think you can handle doing all the work?”

Part 5: Back In Black (Fur)

Summary: “What are you doing?” Stiles asked as the backs of his legs hit the bed and he flopped down on his back. “You’re not seriously going to molest me in my father’s house, are you?”“The concept absolutely tickles me,” Peter admitted, climbing over Stiles and bracketing him with his arms and legs. “I want to make you scream in your old room and know that I’m the first.”Stiles snorted. “Narcissist.”“Most definitely,” Peter agreed, leaning in to kiss him.

Part 6: Mark My Skin

Summary: There's a new wolf at the shop.Series

Part 7: Moon High

Summary: “You did that purposely, didn’t you?”“Of course I did,” Stiles said, putting his arm around Peter’s shoulder. “I know about that possessive streak of yours, and I like to see it come out.” He started to pull Peter back towards the bar.“Do you now? Do you want me to stake a claim? I could jerk off on your face right here, but we’ll probably get arrested.”Series

Part 8: And Then There Were Three

Summary: "You okay, Carina?" Stiles asked, sitting down in his chair.Carina chewed at her bottom lip a second. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just wanted to ask you guys something," she said, straightening up. "Formally."

Part 9: You Two Are Dorks (But So Am I)

Summary: "I need an apprentice," he said as he lined up his ink cups. He wanted someone to make everything ready for him so he could focus on just the tattoos."You should make Stiles do it," Carina said, not lifting her eyes from the Plants vs Zombies design she was working on. "Since he doesn't contribute.""Hey," Stiles said, turning away from his studying to look at her. "I'm doing very important work here. So nyeh." He stuck out his tongue.Series

Part 10: Alliances

Summary: “Aw, Peter made a friend,” Stiles cooed.

Part 11: For You, For Me, For All Of Us

Summary: A few days later, the doorbell jingled, and a familiar scent hit Peter’s nose. He turned, already smiling, and there was Vince at the door, grinning ear to ear.

Part 12: Red Splash

Summary: "Can we keep him?"

Part 13: Wild Run

Summary: “I can’t just get naked in front of you guys like that, jeez,” he said, turning and heading for the trees. “I need some privacy!”“Performance issues?” Carina called after him.“It happens to everyone!” Reggie added, before he and Carina started to giggle.

Part 14: Hold Me Down

Summary: Some birthday cake and a birthday dance.

Ecosystem Engineering and the Werewolf

Author: Guede

Summary: Stiles and his dad work for the U.S. Forest Service, which sends them to Beacon Hills. It’d be nice if Stiles could stop running into the Hales. He’s got bodies to get rid of.

more fics: part 5

#teenwolf #fanfiction #fanfics #fanfic #fanfic rec #steter #peter hale #stiles stilinski

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dissapearfromview · 7 years ago

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This one’s for you...

I dont know when it was but one of the conversations we had that most sticks out to me was when we talked about our hopes and dreams for the future. I swear we stayed up until like 5am talking about life, living arrangements, what we wanted out of a life partner, wondering if we’d already met that person, getting married etc. All the while we were speaking about it I was just becoming more and more invested in you. I remember something specific you said about you being in a relationship with someone, you want to have a deeper understanding than everyone else and almost be able to communicate telepathically across a room. To be on the same wavelength and know that you have each others backs. I don't know why but you saying this was just so attractive to me, and all I could picture was me and you in that situation. I think you described it as being like a tight close-knit team. It gave me that warm feeling inside. I love your outlook on things like that, I think they closely align with mine. Everything we’ve gone through together tells me we would make the best team, but of course we really don’t have the full picture yet. There’s so much more for us both experience together, and if you give me the chance I know its gonna be so special. I can feel it already when I think about it, which is all I've been doing lately as you know. I wanna find out all the little things like what your favourite place to eat is, I want to see what you like to drink, I want to see what you’re like when you’re drunk, I want to see you dance, all the stuff I've wanted to see for so long. It feels like its so close and its been fucking killing me this week.

I used to love stupid things like when you would call me your lion, that was a little thing that we sort of adopted after watching so much Game of Thrones together. I still have snapchats saved of you calling me it. I want to see what other names you can come up with. I don't know what it is about that name though, like it makes me want to be protective over you. Which I'm sure is something that you’ve said you liked in the past. I think me and you being in a relationship would be different in that sense to the other two long term things I've been a part of. I’ve never really felt that about someone because of the types of people they were. With you I sort of feel like I know it would be different, cos you’re just so fucking cute and know how to act so soft and innocent it brings out that inner protective nature in me. You have so much control over me you don't even realise.

I love the fact I've got to witness you change from that 17 year old girl I first became interested in to the amazing woman you are now, even if it was from afar. I remember looking forward to your Christmas photos and every single year thinking ‘how does she get any better’, yet you always did. You can doubt yourself all you want but I cant describe the things that your looks, your style and your general attitude towards me do to me.

Your body and your petite frame and the way you accentuate it with what clothes you wear and the way you play on it drives me fucking crazy, and I know you know exactly what I'm talking about. It doesnt need explaining. Please don't ever lose that attitude, because it is amazingly enticing. When you’re with me, always know how madly attracted to you I am and that you will always be able to use it to your advantage. It is my weakness and my kryptonite, I've known it for a long time. I find it so hard to keep my hands off you.

I guess we could say that this is the end of a long gradual process that we have taken to get here. Now I am at your mercy, I don't know what level of commitment you have with any other relationship that you’re in, and if I'm too late i’ll have to take that on the chin, but I wont stop feeling like this. Just know that everything I've done this past week, ending things with Mollie and feeling the way I've felt, you have been the driving force behind it all. It was all for you. I’ve never felt as strongly as I do about this right now. We grew together, grew apart, grew together and then apart again so many fucking times I know we’re both sick of it. I want to give you some good memories of me again because lord knows you deserve it.

Even though I caved and talked to you (my plan was to keep this all a secret with no conversation until you received your flowers), I'm still pretty sure you have no idea what is coming tomorrow and what my current situation is. I hope it surprises you, and I hope you're happy about it. Its probably the most excited and scared I've ever been at the same time.

So there you have it. When you started your blog in January 2013 I bet you could have never envisaged that you’d be reading this one in these circumstances 5 years later. What a ride we have been on. I hope this was worth the wait. Its totally up to you what you do from here, you dont have to contact me at all about this. But i really would love to hear what you have to say about it, bad or good. I’d love to hear your voice, you can always ring me if you want to talk this through, I can explain anything that you’re not sure about or want clarity on. I’m just setting my stall out here and saying that i’ll be back in Cullingworth next Wednesday/Thursday night and I would absolutely love to see you. It’s been such a long time. I’ve been counting down the days to this point.

If this is not what you want any more then I will still feel better for getting it all off my chest because my god has it been weighing me down recently. No matter what happens in the future Alex, i hope that you find happiness, whether that is with me or another. I’d like to say thank you for being you - the out of this world person that you are and thanks for all the great memories that we have built to this point. Thank you for taking the time to see the best version of me.

Until next time,

With love...

Luke

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mythological-survivor-no-mikoto · 5 years ago

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Episode 1.1 - This Game is Rigged Against People Who Can’t Read - Vi

The two tribes, Awashima and Hiroku were pitted against each other in a game of Hostile Harai. After a relatively close battle, Hiroku pulled ahead and won a 10% challenge multiplier in the next immunity challenge.

At the immunity challenge, the tribes battle each other in a game of Semantris that led to victory for Hiroku, beating the other tribe even without the score multiplier needed.

At Hiroku, the winning tribe, they celebrated their win and continued to form relationships, though no alliances had yet formed. Emma ventured into the expeditions and found the Awashima hidden immunity idol and was given the option between leaving the idol in place or gifting it to a member of Awashima. Emma opted to gift the idol to Adam with the note: “Can’t wait for merge! (heart) PH.”

At Awashima, bonds began to form and take control of the vote. Katie, Rachael, Rodrigo and Josh in particular began to formulate a plan to vote out Lauren for being the most inactive member of the tribe. Lauren had other plans, wanting to target Adam for similar reasons. After some discussion of idols with Rodrigo, Katie and Rachael opted to vote for Adam as well. At tribal council, Lauren was voted out 7-3 against Adam, who kept his immunity idol in his pocket.

PART 1

“im either first boot or i win no in between”

“Omfg VI IS PLAYING I LOVE HER SO MUCH THE LOML. Also nikias has such a cool energy”

“All of my chats so far are with the men, I think I’m too intimidated by the pretty girls??”

“Fuuuuuck Katie is playing?!?!?! 😭😭😭😭 SHES TOO GOOD SHE GOTTA GO”

“Minding my own business and praying these people never witnessed Svalbard🙃”

“When you rejected Katie for prom and she comes for you in your DMs”

“Katie is gr8. Josh is gr8. Really just vibing tbh”

“I'm so glad that on my tribe I already have previous good relationships with Regan, Katie, and Vi. Marc is pretty great too. I feel good so far woooo. also prayer circle for Olivia I hope I get to see her in a tribe swap or something”

After receiving a bonus in the immunity challenge: “guys look at me win!”

“im going to see if i can trick jay into thinking i want to work with him till f2”

“whyyyy am I so awkward hahahahaha ha ah ha abaaghhhhhhhhh”

“this game is rigged against people who can’t read. Someone save me”

Olivia goes on an expedition to Mt. Ishizuchi, where she must climb 100 steps to reach the top. After 15 minutes she completes the task that reveals no reward with this to say:

“Are you fuckin kidding me 🤬 Wtf guys 😐😑”

“I legit message every single person on this tribe and i tried to communicate with them, however nobody messaged me first which makes me low key a little paranoid. Is it the fact that i am too excited to get to know every one? or could it be that some people feeling comfortable alliance? we shall see, at thee moment i don't really believe there is one or if it is there would be of players that have play together before, but i haven't notice any one who would know someone else in my tribe. At the moment, i have 0 game talks i am trying to talk to people but i don't wanna approach people and make them feel that i am playing too hard too fast so i just wanna get to the first steps of getting to know them and then build of an alliance. I feel like the people that i would like to bring in a potential alliance at the moment would be Olivia, Abby, Zach (so hot btw) and there are people that i wanna work with based on interviews ( Cori and Ally) but they haven't give me anything yet too to make them feel that i could work with them, idk i don't really enjoy being the only one who is asking questions and try to lead a convo and that's why at the moment i haven't be able to see if i could potential work with them. My biggest concern mark is Constance, i enjoy talking with him and he seems like a gamer and i would like to work with a gamer but there is something in me that feels that he could make a move later on very unexpectenly”

“Ok so I’m doing well with aly, nikias, em, and corinda. Abrielle too but I’m more wary of her bc of her Svalbard connections. Hopefully I can make a ladies alliance happen within the next couple of days naturally. Odd and Sam aren’t giving me anything and Constance is a wildcard bc I know his history”

“Also I forgot to say I also know jay from the other tribe I hosted an org that he won : o. Him and Vi were close so I imagine they’ll be paired up by now. So that either gives me an opportunity to join them as a third wheel or it could take away vi as my potential closest ally. Vi played my first ever org with me :’)”

Abrielle went to Mt. Tsurumi in Kyushu where she received the voting coin for boiling water

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Olivia goes on another expedition to the Kojima Shrine. She luckily went during low tide, and was able to claim the Protective Crystal which blocks the next vote cast against her. “Oh fuck yeah”

“forgot about the great soybean massacre of 1586″

“So far I feel as though I’ve made some decent connections on this tribe even if they are minimal. I’ve really enjoyed getting to know so many fresh faces but depending on how we do in this challenge, connections unfortunately can not overlook performance as a tribe unless you work it to a certain degree. I do hope that several of my tribe members can help us pull the win for this challenge because I am not doing so hot!”

“The only concerns I have on my tribe are Em and Olivia because they know me from Tumblr and didn’t really like me all that much but I won’t say anything and just let life work it’s course. If I don’t delve into the past and let it linger it’ll only fall into their blame if they use that as their leverage if they target me later down the line. My main goal is to ultimately create friendships in this game and even if they decide to speak with me (Em hasn’t) that’s all that truly matters to me. Because ultimately, I don’t dislike anyone regardless of what anyone says. 💘”

“Honestly having immunity is really important, we get a taste of the twist be with zero affection towards us and it could allow us to be more prepare in the a future tribal council. Also you need time in this game and especially at the beginning, i am hoping for the win at the moment.”

“Here u can start seeing Rodrigo in his natural habitat: Forming relationships, talking to people. This is what Rodrigos gameplay is about. He creates relationships strong enough quickly to be able to slip by. Now Rodrigo plans, this season, to take his game one step further and actually transition from a social game only to a strategic game too. Is it too early to rock the boat? We shall see next time in... MYTHOLOGICAL SURVIVOR NO MIKOTO!!! also I find it really funny that I already told like what 5 people I have their back: Josh, Rach, Vi, Katie, Marc. tobe honest this 5 are kind of an ideal 5 for me to align with but with Marc wanting to bring Jay and Reegan idk tbh but the way things are looking it may come down to Adam or Lauren but tribal is only on Monday so theres a lot to play out. Well something else I do feel kinda bad throwing Adam udner the bus to Katie and it really has nothing to do with our past history its just how the convo developed that led to me saying tha”

After being exiled Rodrigo sent this:

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“I don't like who i'm with. I want to be carried but with almost all new people to me, I gotta try”

Olivia goes on an expedition to the Sado light house, rewarding her with a 3 hour exile from her tribe. Her tribe is not notified of why she was removed from the chat, prompting speculation about what happened.

“captain’s log #49. Fred the squirrel has crafted a boat and left the lighthouse sooner than I. I feel defeat creeping over me. I’ve been here for 10 minutes and I’ve tried every which way to let my tribe know I didn’t desert them, IM NOT A TRAITOR. I even changed my pfp in the hopes someone would catch on. Guess we shall see. IM TOO YOUNG TO DIE”

“Catch me taking down notes on who sweetly tried to contact me. That’s who imma vibe with in this game. Constance, nikias, corinda, Abby :]”

Emma took an expedition to Honshu where she completed a challenge to find the Awashima hidden immunity idol.

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Chose to gift the idol to Adam with the note: “Can’t wait for merge (heart)! PH.”

“I JUST REALIZE I CANT BRING OLIVIA INTO MY CHAT AS A GUEST. Life sucks”

After being given the idol by Emma, his only response was:

“PH hmm”

“also heres a thought. I'd LOVE to get rid of like Reegan next if we go to tribal but the thing is the following: with us voting Lauren this vote I kinda need to play it up for the public. I dont want people thinking I am a meninist. Because I am not. so if Lauren does go this round. I think a MAN will need to suffer the consequences. Its what they deserve to be honest. Peace.”

“Going great! I got a little advantage and we’re immune. I think im making good connections? I’m trying not to be too much like I usually am like I’m holding back”

Olivia went on another expedition to Lake Kamo on Sado where she broke a fishermans oyster trap, resulting in her being exiled from her tribe until she had collected four buckets of oysters.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. IM GONNA KERMIT WHAT THE FUCK. I’m literally crying whyyyy. expeditions are the worst fucking thing I’m gonna Kermit IM GONNA KERMIT. CAPTAINS LOG #926 I AM ONCE AGAIN EXILED AND SOBBING AS I HAVE TO FUCKING COUNT OYSTERS WHAT IS THIS CRUEL WORLD WHAT THE FUCK WHY ME”

After almost 40 minutes, Olivia completed the task and was allowed back to her tribe.

“I don’t even get a reward for all that 😭 I’m just sad now”

“I have really been trying to up my social game more than any other game I have been involved in. It may seem like a little too much, but at the same time, I really want to emphasize what I said I would do and that is make genuine friendships with people and do what I can in order to move myself forward in this game. Even if it may cost me my opportunity to win, I at least know that I went out of this game knowing I created a connection with each and every person in someway.

With that said, I think that the idol searching mechanic shows how hard someone is trying to find something because it ultimately catches everyone’s attention if you get something negative like being exiled from your tribe or whatnot.

I’m not quite sure what this game has in store for me and I don’t expect to accomplish much when it comes to challenges so I hope to bring my socially adaptable techniques into my strategy for the long haul.”

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#Mythological Survivor #episode 1 #Survivor

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spiritwings · 5 years ago

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Beginnings on my path.

This is the first one of my (Cornet’s) experiences I want to explain-- and that’d be how I met Spirit, and how my beliefs have changed since then. Beware-- this might get pretty long, and this has some (read: a lot of) religious mentions so be wary of that too.

The Very Beginning.

Once upon a time, i was a little 11-12 year old girl. Of course, at this age ,things tend to be a bit dramatic no matter what happened to you, but its all a part of the learning experience. I was playing a pickup game of soccer during recess, and a boy of the same age deliberately was holding the ball between is feet. I kicked it and he toppled over, caging the ball with his legs. I was a goalie, so i had to somehow pick up the ball and throw it out. Any perverted mind (which they were at that age) would say it looked like childbirth when i did, and everyone was laughing at me for getting so frustrated and angry that he wouldn’t fork over the ball for his own safety. I was a very competitive athlete, I’ll have you know.

I went home crying, over at my neighbor’s house to hang out with a friend. The friend had to leave for a few minutes, and i found myself brooding over what happened, and how i’d be able to face those students again-- and then I heard a gentle whisper fill up my thoughts. It clearly wasn’t outside of me-- but it wasn’t exactly my own thought process either. “Don’t linger on the past-- try to change the future.” was what i got from it. The words didn’t hold much meaning to me as much as the intent behind them. I felt warm, and comforted-- that was, until my friend got back. I was able to go about my day after said comfort. I told no one of this instance until much much later.

I would go on to try invoke this entity again-- but mind you, i was 12 and was Roman Catholic at the time. I would try and try again, not knowing what to do, and fail. I would pray all the time (not even formal prayers, more like “life is hell and i need help”) I would start feeling presences at 13 years old, and started getting sensations from clairsentience at 14. I started feeling positivity out of nowhere, followed by the feeling of being looked after by someone. I would get the connotations of yes and no without actually hearing or seeing the word.

Sophomore Year .

At 15, that’s when I really started to develop Clairaudience. There have been occasional instances where words would come to mind, but they were often dismissed. I was in the Drama club and the leader of my section treated us abysmally. I wanted to quit, as i was brought to tears, but my best friend at the time told me that if i left, it would be selfish of me because the others needed me, and it’s not fair for me to not suffer when the others are suffering. My friend withdrew support of my decision and i really felt i had no one on my side, So I prayed to any entity that was with me at the time to speak up, and that i was so alone and couldn’t bear another minute alone, sobbing in my bedroom. When they spoke to me, their voice rang out in my head, but it was soft and concerned. It was very sudden, I was freaked out a bit, to the point where i had no option but to stop crying. I sat up in my bed, and tried to calm myself before speaking to them again from within my mind, and they answered. At the time, my Christian ass, They introduced themselves as God. This frightened me a TON, and they seemed to notice and said that they are whoever they need me to be. After warily speaking with it, I tried getting them to go away. I prayed to the “””Real God””” to get them to go away, and did anything my teenage self could to rationalize it. After seeing a therapist about them, Seeing a priest about it, i gave up and just accepted Them as there. the Therapist said it was a positive influence and doesn’t require anything to be done unless if it does end up saying something bad, and the priest felt inclined to say that my imagination isn’t just imagination sometimes. I honestly took it as some kind of sign that i really shouldn’t get rid of them.

During this time, I simply asked them to be quiet, and they were. They patiently waited until I was ready to talk again. Later, I asked for its *true* identity. Still said God. I eventually just said “screw it, i guess i’m calling you God, but i don’t believe it.” I have asked them for favors in regards to my fears and emotions, as well as some situational things-- like helping people have a much-needed change of heart. ( They do not control people. They are simply “nudges” and its up to the person to respond to them if they want to. Free will and all that jazz)

One time I asked that a rival team we were going against in swimming show mercy, as they have a history of unsportsmanlike conduct-- that could make anyone feel bad. While the other team lost and were PISSED, the athletes were all kind to me and didn’t show as much malice as much as the others. One of them even hugged me, and I felt it-- this wasn’t just of this athletes will. It was aligned with another purpose.

That night, I thanked Them (my guide), but I squinted and asked who they were. and you could only imagine the outcome that had.

Leaving Christianity.

Eventually, While i do believe there is a loving and wise entity out there (as now, i feel like i’m in contact with them often), Christianity smelled of cultish behavior, Like allowing all ways in but no ways out most times without the threat of Hell and Satan and stuff. Also the Roman Catholic Tradition of communion confused the heck out of me and seemed very.... not my cup of tea. In fact, it seemed pointlessly ritualistic and had more symbolic meaning than actual meaning. Another reason why I don’t consider myself a Christian is that the entire definition of being christian is believing that Jesus Christ is the son of God and he died for our sins. However, the entity I communicate with never brought him up unless if my christian obsessed mind put the words in there somehow. This leads me to believe that Jesus was a really good prophet-- but not God, or his offspring, or anything more than a prophet that wanted to get a message across. So if i don’t believe in Christ, how can I be Christian?

Moving forward.

After deciding i’m not necessarily a Christian anymore, I started exploring new ways to contact the being that has been with me for 10 years now, possibly even longer than that. I started looking into Healing Crystals, tarot cards, and pendulums. They all help me connect with them really well. Now, i cant say i’m a full fledged witch, nor will I ever be. I still have the ties to christianity that I still believe in, such as high and low vibrations (as thats the best way to describe my clairsentience with) and Source (The Universe being made of Love and Compassion). While i’d love to go and worship other gods and such, I feel what i have now best suits my past experiences and my future ones. Does this mean i’m a “Christian” Witch? I’m not Christian by definition, and i’m not exactly pagan, wiccan, or anything of the sort. I’m just... spiritual, I guess? There’s no other name for it, I don’t think. Also, I believe other deities exist-- they are just projections of source, but are all connected.

Well, thats a little bit about my journey so far, but i’m always learning more. Stay positive, guys!

-Cornet

#tw;; religion #tw;; Christianity #spirituality #spiritualism #I feel like i just put my life story out in public oops #spiritual path #about cornet

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Kang Daniel // Highschool!AU

kang daniel: the school’s treasured, handsome football quarterback

literally has a group of girls that sit at the front row of the bleachers for every one of his games… it’s wild

he’s quite popular among students, teachers, janitors, etc…

honestly people who don’t know him very well get the impression that he’s just a jock that get what he wants because he’s the star player but those people are immediately proven wrong by everyone else

everyone and their mother agrees that daniel is one of the most genuine and kindhearted people in the school

honestly he’s just a silly guy who spaces out a lot and talks to himself in class abt what he’s going to get for lunch

he’s always finding something to laugh about, whether it be seongwoo’s usual antics or jisung’s never ending list of things to complain about

all in all, he’s a pretty simple guy with simple tastes… but there’s one thing that only his closest friends know about

daniel loves cats. (i bet you saw that coming.)

most of the guys on the football team know he owns two cats but it’s only his friends that know the sheer amount of LOVE he has for them

daniel’s not exactly afraid to tell anyone about it, it’s just that no one asks so he doesn’t really bother (even if he really wants to tell the story of how he had to climb up a tree last week because peter got too excited while chasing birds)

obviously you know who daniel is… he’s the topic of every conversation at school after a game the night before

you never really interacted with him because, to put it simply, you had no reason to

none of your schedules aligned and you never saw him in the halls so honestly? it seemed like he was just a myth to you. an entity that existed only by word of mouth

you weren’t exactly someone who was into sports… although you had to admit football games sounded fun, you would just rather spend time in the warmth of your own home, not on some cold metal bleachers in the chilly season of fall

that, and you were the president of a club that didn’t seem to be very popular with the student body… animal welfare club

no matter how many posters you made, how many announcements you submitted to be said on the intercom, how many classmates you’ve tried to recruit, nothing changed the dwindling members of your club

really, they weren’t even active members… they were just kids trying to join a club to place on their college applications and pretend they actually did something while in high school

however you’ve refused to give up… you just wanted people to be as passionate as you were when it came to the protection of animals

moving the storyline along, there’s this one day when football practice is cancelled because the sprinkler system messed up and turned on during lunch. as a result, the grass didn’t have enough time to dry and was too dangerous to play on

daniel doesn’t really know what to do seeing as seongwoo is his ride home, but he was currently occupied with cross country practice

he’s wandering the halls, wondering what he was going to do until seongwoo was done when he happens to stop in front of a poster for animal welfare club

daniel never really pays attention to the flyers and stuff due to constantly being surrounded by people, but now that he’s alone, the cute little clip art of a cat caught his eye

he skims over the flyer and realizes that a meeting was actually going on at that point in time, and with time to kill, he heads over to the classroom

meanwhile, you’re setting up a powerpoint with the other members apathetically skimming through their phones, just wanting to get things over with

you’re having some trouble so you look up to ask someone to help you with the tech, but your eyes widen when you see a really tall,,,,,,,,, really cute guy,,,,, poke his head into the classroom

he looks over the class quickly and makes eye contact with you and to be quite honest, you were positive your soul left your body

he then SPEAKS and you almost fall just from hearing how deep this guy’s voice is

“is this… the animal welfare club? i hope i’m not too late…”

everyone’s attention immediately goes to the door and they’re staring in disbelief n talking under their breath like……. oh my god is that kang daniel in the FLESH

and when you realize who it is, you almost had a heart attack bc he’s????? real????? kang daniel is handsome and real?? and he’s at your club meeting????

daniel takes everyone’s silence as a yes and makes his way into the room, where he literally sits at the front, center desk. right in front of you

you get super flustered because oh my god why is he so close why did he choose that seat of all seats this is practically an empty classroom and he chose THIS ONE

and in the midst of you freaking out in your head, one of the members in the back of the class lets out an irritable grunt

“can you hurry up? we all have places to be.”

this happens a lot and you’ve just learned to keep your mouth shut and let them complain but this time…. someone speaks up for you

daniel turns around in his seat and says “they’re trying their best. you shouldn’t rush them when they’re practically running this club on their own.”

and his tone isn’t menacing at all but it still manages to strike fear into that one kid and shut them up immediately

and when you finally get the powerpoint to work, you look up to see daniel smiling and giving you his full attention while everyone else is just on their phones

you basically give the weekly presentation to daniel (who actually asks you questions and nods along) and the second you end the meeting, everyone but him is out the door.

even when you’ve finished shutting down the projector and putting back all the tech, you see daniel still sitting in the same seat just scrolling on his phone

you’re unsure of what to do seeing as you just lock the door and leave most of the time, but you were still grateful that he spoke up for you earlier…

so you muster all of your courage to gently tap him on the shoulder and when he looks at you, you almost want to turn around and RUN bc…….. he’s so handsome up close hnsjsksbdj

“i just wanted to say thank you for earlier… you didn’t have to say anything, really, but i still want to express my gratitude”

and then he gives you this grin that almost makes your heart jump out of your cheST and says “it’s no problem! i’m glad i decided to come here… i think i’m going to come back more often”

and you rlly cant believe that star quarterback kang daniel.. wants to join your club

there’s like.. this awkward silence bc you’re still in disbelief about the turn of events when he suddenly asks “oh, am i keeping you behind? i was waiting for my friend to get out of practice but if you need to leave i understand –”

and you honestly aren’t rly in a rush to leave.. so you’re like “oh it’s fine!! i can stay here and do some homework while you wait”

and daniel is at first insistent that he’s keeping you back and he keeps making attempts to leave but you’d feel bad to just shoo him out so you essentially force him to stay by just plopping yourself in a desk and taking out all your work

daniel stares at you for a second before bursting into laughter simply bc of how stubborn you are abt having him stay… and you can’t help but laugh either bc of how ridiculous the situation is

in the end daniel takes a seat beside you and the next thing you know, all your work is forgotten and you’re talking abt whatever happens to come to mind..

at some point you ask him if he has any pets and you see his whole face light up like an excited child while he tells you about his cats peter and rooney and it’s so cute you that you need a moment –

and you guys end up talking for so long that daniel gets a call from seongwoo asking where he is… and that he’s been waiting in the parking lot for half an hour

daniel sheepishly apologizes to seongwoo and tells you that he needs to go… you think he’d just say bye and leave but this boy actually helps you pack up your stuff and lock up the class and you’d be LYING if you said your heart wasn’t beating so fast…

you end up walking to the school parking lot with him and he asks for your number and you’re like ??????¿??????¿¿?

with fumbling hands you manage to put your number in his phone and once he leaves you’re still staring at the text he sent you to make sure it was the right number like… you can’t believe you met the faceless entity kang daniel, got him to join your club, AND got his number all in one day???

that night you’re just lying in bed with the message from daniel still open… and part of you wants to ask him how he’s doing or if he ate yet… and you don’t know why you keep on thinking about him but realistically, you eventually conclude that that he only did it to be nice… there was no point in texting him or whatever. so you just close the message and go to sleep

a week goes by and daniel never messages you.. you knew it was bound to happen bc he’s a busy guy but wow.. reality hurt.

you think he’s just joking when he says he’s going to come back to your club meetings… like you weren’t dense, you knew football practice always occurred during the club meetings

but alas… it’s the next week’s club meeting and you’re setting up the powerpoint when a familiar figure sits himself down in the front center seat. it’s daniel.

at this point you don’t know what to do, so you just ignore him and start the meeting, only acknowledging him to answer whatever questions he had to ask

as usual, everyone is out the door the second you end the meeting but daniel sticks around again… you’re purposely putting things away really slowly in hopes of him leaving but alas… when you’re done he’s still in the same seat, on his phone

he notices you’re done and looks at you with a smile n is like “hey, you never texted me?”

and you just ???????? he was???? expecting a text from you???

and he continues like “i seriously thought i had the wrong number or something… but you’re probably busy so i understand if that’s why!”

and you’re like “HJFKSHJ NO No it’s not that… i just thought that maybe you were busy and i didn’t want to bother you”

daniel lets out this cute chuckle and he’s like “i’m never too busy to have a conversation!!”

and you let out this breath that you didn’t notice you were holding and then you realize… “don’t you have football practice?”

daniel shrugs n is like “yeah but i told coach i had a club meeting n he let me go… i have to be back for the rest of practice tho”

and you’re like “!!!! what are you doing still here then?? go to practice!!!”

he gives you this small frown and is like “but i don’t want to leave you to lock up alone…”

and you nearly dIE BECAUSE????? HFSJHJFSHJHJFKW????????? WHY IS HE SO THOUGHTFUL AND CUTE????????

and it’s because of that interaction that you find yourself laying in bed once again.. staring at his contact name…… and finally mustering the courage to send him a quick message asking if he’s eaten yet

and to your surprise, he replies almost IMMEDIATELY and the next thing you know it’s 3 am and neither of you want to go to sleep

eventually it’s daniel who falls asleep on you but it doesn’t change the fact that you have butterflies in your stomach and you’ve acknowledged that hey… you might actually really like daniel

even if you never see each other during school hours, he’s literally always texting you (even during class, which results in you telling him to focus LMAO). and of course you still see each other at club meetings and he always takes the time to help you lock up.. even if you don’t know that his coach actually yells at him for coming in late

and one day you get a text from daniel telling you that he won’t be able to make it to the club meeting bc of a really important practice for the last game of the season

and you reply like “oh no i understand! good luck at the game!!”

and daniel is like “actually… i was wondering if you wanted to come? i can get you a ticket for free and everything”

and the game is on a friday night and you have nothing better to do… so why not? you accept his offer and he says he’ll give you the ticket the day of

it’s friday and you’re sitting with your friends at lunch when you feel someone tap you on your shoulder and it’s daniel with seongwoo and jisung

he hands you the ticket with a smile on his face and he’s like “i’ll see you there?”

and you return his smile and nod.. you then turn around to continue your lunch but like your friends are literally staring at you like omg…………………. kang daniel rlly just gave u a ticket to the game?? HE WANTS TO SEE U THERE?? OMG DOES HE LIKE YOU?????

and you feel yourself blushing at the possibility but you profusely shake your head like “as if he’d like me…”

your friends are like sure lmao okay whatever and they drop the topic but you can’t stop thinking about it like? does daniel really like you?

and the game rolls around and you’re on the bleachers still stressing over the idea that daniel could like you.. but also he can’t bc he’s daniel.

like he’s nice to you? but he’s also nice to everyone… and he probably has multiple people he’s texting like?? you’re only thinking realistically… and realistically it’s not going to happen

you look over at the crowd of girls cheering for him and you feel your heart drop a little bc at the end of the day… you’re probably just like one of them to him.

you decide to just forget about whatever feelings you have about him and focus on the game.. and turns out football games are just as fun as you thought. you find yourself shouting school chants with everyone around you and cheering for the various players like.. wow? why haven’t you gone to a football game before

and when the game is over and your school wins, everyone’s celebrating and cheering and your jumping out of your seat in excitement and before u realize it.. you’re cheering for daniel

and he’s celebrating with his friends on the field but somehow? he looks up at the bleachers to see you and he possibly the BIGGEST smile on face.. he runs up to the wire fence that separates the bleachers and the field and he’s calling you down

at first you don’t realize it’s you but you notice he’s ignoring all the girls sitting at the front row showering him with compliments.. his eyes are only on you and he’s repeatedly shouting your name and telling you to come down

in the moment of excitement, you completely forget about what you were thinking about earlier and you run up to the fence and you’re telling him good job and how well he did

and he’s just grinning and nodding along at you while you continue to go on and on about how cool he looked on the field

when you finally finish talking you realize that his gaze has been switching from your eyes to your lips

and before you know it… he’s kissing you through one of the gaps in the wire fence. it’s messy n he probably tastes like gatorade but it completely takes you by surprise

and you tense bc you can feel people staring at you and daniel seems to notice this so he pulls away.. he’s looking at your face trying to read your expression but it’s unreadable

and you want to say something so badly but you’re starting to hear those girls from earlier whisper things and daniel’s smile from earlier is completely gone n has been replaced with confusion

daniel opens his mouth to speak but all you can manage is an “i’m sorry” before you just… run away

daniel’s calling your name for you to come back but you ignore him and you just leave

you don’t know this but daniel’s standing there completely unsure of what to do… and probably for the first time in his life… daniel isn’t smiling and he doesn’t have anything to laugh about

you’re at home and you’re curled up in your sheets and you honestly don’t think you can ever face daniel ever again… like he probably only kissed you in the heat of the moment it was probably an accident or smth

you end up deleting all your past conversations with him and cancelling club meetings for the next two weeks just so you don’t have to see him again

little do you know daniel is DEVASTATED and he thinks everything is his fault

he’s constantly telling seongwoo and jisung that he scared you off and that he shouldn’t have kissed you and that you probably hate him now

jisung is like “daniel it’s not your fault… i’m sure it just took them by surprise” while seongwoo on the side is like “WHO ARE THEY ANYWAYS?? THEY’RE MISSING OUT YOU DON’T NEED THEM!!”

seongwoo and jisung are doing everything to try and cheer up daniel again but.. nothing is working. not even cute cat videos work

daniel’s now spacing out in class more often… and to everyone’s shock he’s even ditching practice and just sitting in the student parking lot waiting for seongwoo to finish practice and take him hime

it’s been a month since you’ve last seen daniel… and you think you’ve put aside your club for too long. if you were going to see him then you might as well suck it up

so the next weekly meeting come and you’re setting up your powerpoint and… daniel doesn’t come

you don’t know why part of you is disappointed but you just push those thoughts aside and start the meeting

once it’s over and everyone’s gone, you can’t help but realize how lonely it is without him there… like you’ve been doing it alone months before but now? it’s just so…. lonely

just as you shut the classroom door behind you, you see a tall figure approaching you from the other end of the hall.. but it’s not daniel. it’s seongwoo

he doesn’t seem to have a pleasant expression on his face and you think he’s just going to walk past you but he stops in front of you and is like “daniel’s in the student parking lot. he’s not acting like himself, so go talk some sense into him.”

and you’re just like “but why do i need to do it?? it’s not like i mean anything to him.”

and seongwoo would’ve smacked you upside the head if it wasn’t for the fact that daniel was smitten with you n he’s like “are you dense??? the guy likes you so much and you’re just out here breaking his HEART!!!”

seongwoo lets out this huff of frustration and just leaves you standing in the hall dumbfounded like… he rly… he rly does like you??

and your feet end up taking you to the student parking lot against your will and like seongwoo said, he’s just sitting on one of the parking blocks beside seongwoo’s car

the voice in your head is telling you to just turn around and leave but… you find yourself stepping over the parking block and sitting next to him

daniel doesn’t really say anything and he kind of just… ignores you to the best of his ability until you finally say something

“i’m sorry i ran away from you.”

but he just says “if you hate me you can leave. i get it.”

but the thing is he doesn’t sound hostile at all.. he just sounds hurt

“but.. i don’t hate you, daniel.”

and hearing you say his name, he finally looks at you and is like “then why did you run?”

and you just let out this sigh and you say “it’s because… you’re daniel.”

and he’s just sitting there like ???? what’s that supposed to mean

and youre like “idk you’re rly cool and popular and everyone at school likes you.. meanwhile i’m just a forgettable person who runs a failing club”

daniel sits there in disbelief like “listen…. if you were forgettable… i wouldn’t have spent the past few months spending as much time with you as i can after meetings. i wouldn’t be sitting around waiting for you to text me and immediately replying when you do. and i wouldn’t be constantly thinking about how you’re doing… also i wouldn’t have begged seongwoo for his game ticket to give to you.”

“so… does that mean you like me?”

and daniel finally cracks a smile that makes your heart melt and is like “was it not obvious before?”

and you smile at him back and this time you’re the one who kisses him.. and neither of u run away :’)

also seongwoo scares the two of you by turning on his car alarm. thanks seongwoo.

now that you’re dating daniel… word gets out QUICK

the football team is like “god he FINALLY got a significant other… he finally put those muscles to use…”

jokes on them. u love him for his big goofy grin and his cute laugh and his cute face and his cute love for cats!!! the muscles are only an added bonus!!!!

jisung is constantly cooing over you two like “ah… young love rly is the most beautiful thing to exist…”

seongwoo was a bit hesitant at first bc of what happened before, but he soon gets over it and is constantly complaining abt how you stole his soulmate from him… his bromate.

daniel still spaces out in class but now he’s just talking out loud like “i wonder what class they’re in rn… i hope they’re having a good time…. maybe i’ll buy them lunch today..!”

and the students around him are trying to focus but they gotta admit… it’s kinda cute :’)

daniel goes out of his way to find you during school and walk you to your next class, even if his class is on the other side of the building. he’s also v insistent on carrying all your books for you

there was this one time after you closed up the club classroom and you just made a small remark like “i’m kinda tired”

daniel straight up said “ok. get on my back”

“what”

“get on my back i’ll carry you to the parking lot and ask seongwoo to take you home.”

“daniel i was just saying –”

“get on my back”

also………… he gave you his football jersey n you wear it as pajamas

you guys facetime before bed and he noticed you were wearing it and he almost LOST IT

told you to send him a selfie in it and now its his home screen dhsvdhdbfhfu

he’s always super sleepy and you tell him to sleep earlier but he refuses like.. 1) he wants to talk to you and 2) he has no other time to read his comic books….

ends up falling asleep with a comic book in his hands while facetime is still on. u learned that he talks in his sleep… and one time u heard him say he loves you and you almost died

also did i mention dates to the animal shelter to volunteer and take care of the cats?

anyways… daniel refuses to say it out loud bc its embarrassing but he finally has something he loves more than cats… and it’s you

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