#ANYWAY. enough about me but yeah this hit me so hard and of course exceptions exist

[itspileofgoodthings]

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[jakexneytiri]

okay but dilf!jake hating your bf and when he’s fucking you hes making fun of you for hanging out w that boy

YUM. YES.

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“does he ever have you like this?” jake’s words come from above you, while his glistening skin smacks against yours in sharp, rough thrusts.

“does…he…hmmm?” you hum gently, too fucked out to fully think straight.

“does he make you feel this good? d’ya ever go dumb on his dick like this?” jake asks. he raises a calloused hand to grip your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.

your walls immediately clench around him, loving the feeling of his aggressiveness.

jake continues his rough pattern, rutting into you like he hasn’t fucked in weeks. except, it’s only been 24 hours.

desperate, filthy moans are the only noises escaping your lips, truly getting fucked dumb by your olo’eyktan.

“he’s- ohh, mmmm……..not you, if that’s what you’re asking.” you pant softly, inhaling sharp quick breaths.

“s’ not what i’m askin’. does. he. make. you. feel. good?” jake repeats himself, each pause delivering a sharp rut of his hips into yours.

“oh, fuck…” you whine, as his cock continues to repeatedly hit that perfect spongey spot inside you. “does neytiri make you feel this good?” you smirk, attempting to change the subject. sure, your boyfriend gets the job done eventually, even if you have to imagine him as jake to do so. but jake’s just…better. in every way. but you won’t dare admit that to him, his ego’s big enough as it is.

jake chuckles darkly, gripping your jaw so hard you’re swear it’ll leave bruises. “we’re not talkin’ about me, hon.”

a low grunt escapes his lips as the tip of his cock bulges just beneath your navel, earning a satisfied moan from you.

“does he fill you up like this? huh? does he even reach this spot of you, sweetheart?” jake’s thumb runs over the bulge, smirking as he looks over your body. “c’mon, what do you even see in him anyway? candy ass bitch. he’s small, isn’t he? that’s why you need a nice, thick cock like mine, yeah?” he questions, even though he already knows the answer.

“he…he’s…..nice!….and he….fucks me whenever i ask.” you moan out, eyes closed from the pleasure building deep in your womb.

“do you even come? how long does it take him, five minutes? ten?” he teases, smirking as he settles himself in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. “you shouldn’t have to ask, hon. ‘course he’s gonna say yes, who would be dumb enough to say no to you?” reaching his other hand up to your breast, he gives it a hard squeeze, thumb and index finger pinching your sensitive nipple.

“of course i come.” you state, eyes rolling back as you playfully shove at his chest.

“that right? i think if you did, you wouldn’t have my cock buried in your cunt right now, baby.” jake smirks as he says this.

“and he’s terrible in training. tuk could shoot better than he does. then again, can’t blame him if he’s thinkin’ about this sweet pussy all day…..” raising his thumb to his lips, jake sweeps his tongue across the calloused skin, lowering it back down to press against your sensitive clit. slowly, his thumb works in circles as his cock continues to abuse your cunt.

jake feels your walls clamp around him, groaning as his thrusts begin to pick up an even faster rhythm. “jesus, baby. you keep squeezin’ me like that and i might just send you back to that loser with my load inside ‘ya.”

“do it. see what he does.” you pant, challenging him. but jake just smirks and shakes his head.

“kid’s terrified of me. won’t even make eye contact during training. maybe i should mention what a good fuck his little girlfriend is, hm?”

“ohhh, fuck. shut up and fuck me!” you plea desperately, clinging to the nape of jake’s neck.

“so filthy when i’m fuckin’ you dumb, huh? is that any way to ask?” jake tsks, slowly pulling out of you.

“nonono! i’m s-so close, please!” you beg, thrusting your hips upwards in a desperate attempt for jake to slide himself back in.

he just shakes his head as he grabs your hips firmly, turning you over onto your stomach. his fingers dig into the skin on your hips as he raises them up. he grips his cock, tapping the tip of it against your abused hole before he plunges back inside of you.

you let out a loud moan as jake uses one hand to hold your hands behind your back, while the other grips your queue, allowing your back to arch just the way he likes.

the sensation of pain and pleasure is too much for you as your orgasm rips through you, violently shaking and coming undone on jake’s cock. all he needed was to feel your walls fluttering against him to come undone, as well. hot, thick seed coats your womb, filling you so deep you begin to feel bloated from how full you are.

jake continues to ride out his release, mumbling soft “fuck”s while his seed fills you completely. once he’s positive he’s emptied himself entirely, he pulls out of your abused hole ever so gently, watching his seed seep out. “fuck, i love this view. wishin’ i had my camera right about now.”

you just slump against the forest floor, nodding and mumbling nonsense, truly too fucked out now.

jake chuckles, grabbing your loincloth to lace back up first before tying his own. “same time tomorrow?”

you smirk, as he helps you to your feet. “if you’re lucky, old man.”

[krizariel]

Oh don't tell me... you are f*cking my ex?!

(crack, not-fic, jaytim with past timsteph) Talking with friends about how a friend - who was into jaytim and was a tim fan before he was even registered in my radar - unintentionally got me into jaytim; but then he moved on pretty much as I came in and now he has to put up with me and my never-ending duck giggling butt emojis. Or how he eloquently put it: "I'm literally like a tragic dramatic irony mythical Greek MC, just a plaything of fate" Anyway, I remembered this vague idea and then this took shape:

No-capes AU in which Tim was never adopted by Bruce, but the rest (including Steph and Jason) were. Jason is very protective of his family, especially his sisters. And yes, Steph is a gremlin and gets in trouble more often than not, but damn it no one messes with his sister.

Tim and Steph started dating during mid-school; Tim tends to be asked out more often than not and he has trouble saying no. Often times he does not feel truly attracted to anyone; but he does not want to be seen as uptight or impolite or worse... questioned. He often accepts his dates until eventually they get bored of him. Steph was a change of pace of him and at some point he genuinely was feeling attraction to her; but maybe not to the extent she deserved. She asked him out and was always the one initiating anything, and he'd often go along with it. She was amazing, full of life, funny and so pretty; Tim didn't know what exactly she saw in him. However, she'd quickly notice his lack of enthusiasm/interest and often they'd fight. Why say yes when you aren't truly into it? They were on and off for a year until they broke things off for real. Jason of course hated Tim's guts; be that way whatever, but making his sister cry and mistreating her was a different story. After breaking up, Tim tried to reach out to Steph later, to try and explain himself better and be honest with her. She deserved that much. Except Jason found him before Tim could reach his sister; punched him hard enough to send him off-balance, grabbed him and pushed him against the wall to make it very clear he should not get near his sister again or else... (and Tim was scared to shit because danger danger but also creepily turned on when Jason grabbed him and raised him off the floor so easily. He needs to consult a therapist as to why Jason threatening turned him on and somehow that started his bi awakening) Eventually Steph and Tim moved on with their lives, continue dating other people, and given that they still have friends they reconnect, reminiscence of the past and talk it out. They also eventually come out and bond over both being bi. Fast forward years later, neither Tim or Jason had seen each other again; but Tim stays in touch with Steph. Tim is a well known editor at a big publisher and Jay is an aspiring book writer. Steph had given Tim her brother's original novel draft and he actually loved it. Steph: So, remember my brother Jason? Tim: Your hot brother who kicked my ass in front of half the school hates my guts? how could I forget. Steph: Yeah! He is the one who wrote this fabulous piece. Think you can help him? Tim *internally trying not to scream because what are the odds*: ...Sure. If he agrees to meet, I have time tomorrow. But you better be there, in case he remembers he told me not to get near you. I fear for my life. Steph: Don't be dramatic, he probably doesn't even remember you.

---- Steph: Sooo... I have a friend who is an editor at X publisher. He read your work and loved it. He actually thinks it has high chances to be published. Jason: Really? Steph: Yeah! Told him we could meet with him tomorrow for coffee and go over the details. Jason: Wait who is this friend? Do I know him? Steph: Well... remember this boyfriend I had back in mid-school... Jason, as he stops what he is doing, turns to Steph and glares: The one I hit and pushed against the wall and told to never get near you ever again? That one? Steph: Yes! Jason: Wait, he got actually near you again? *starts cracking knuckles* Steph: Yes, but not that way! I wouldn't take that human disaster for a ride and I'd pity anyone who'd date him. Plus I'm perfect with Cass, thank you very much. But we made peace long time ago and we've been good friends since. I'm sure he doesn't hold grudges, after all he knows the work is yours and had no trouble! It's been years, we have all grown up and moved on.

Jason: Fine. ---- The meeting was awkward at the beginning (especially due to Jason's perpetual scowl) but Tim is clearly very professional and jumps right into business. They exchange contact information. It's clear Tim genuinely likes Jason's work. He puts a lot of effort in navigating Jason through the process, giving detailed comments/notes and Jason is happy to see someone catching on the little details and talk excitedly about them. May not be much but internally he is preening. They start meeting often for coffee, at first they'd talk more about work rather than chitchat and then their meetings started evolving into less work and more random talk, getting to know each other. Sometimes they don't finish talking about the book because they got too distracted. Tim opens up about his teen years, how he was (and still is) too dumb for relationships. He didn't know better but as he matured he learned to accept himself. Jason realizes Tim wasn't that bad of a guy as he thought; just someone making mistakes, learning and growing.

Tim finds he hasn't enjoyed someone's company in a while. He has dated guys before and has matured enough to be better and accept what he wants. But as years went by he poured himself into work and has been so busy, he doesn't exactly have lasting relationships so he stopped altogether. This time around, he feels like he genuinely is giving his all. He decides that he will see that Jason's book becomes a reality because Jason is talented, he is amazing and deserves this. And then, he will gather the courage and ask him out. Jason is also troubled because he is developing a fat crush on his sister's ex and he did NOT see that coming.

The day Jason's book is finally out, they celebrate and Tim asks Jason out on a date. ----

Later: Steph: SMH I can't believe you! Jason: ... it's your fault

[j0hnj4ej3n]

haechan: enemies to lovers

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Haechan is a little mean, mentions of toxic and abusive relationship (please don't read or interact if you're uncomfortable)

Notes: this is Haechan's part of 'nct dream as love tropes', enjoy!

You first got to know Haechan through Renjun, and truth be told, you never really liked the guy. He was too loud, too much of a jokester and just loved to get on everyone’s nerves for laughs. You had no idea why a guy like Renjun would even have someone like Haechan as a friend. You tried to keep a distance between you and Haechan since you didn’t have the best impression of him. But he caught on pretty fast and instead of accepting the fact that not everyone had to be his friend, he almost made it his purpose in life to annoy the shit out of you. To Haechan, if you didn’t want to be his friend, then he’d gladly be your enemy. He doesn’t try to break your friendship with Renjun or anything (he isn’t actually evil) but he would make sure to give you a hard time whenever you’re around. 

You like studying with the guys because they were all always really willing to help you when you struggle with work. With the exception of Haechan, it’s like he was there only to make sure you felt worse about yourself. “Mark, can you help me with this?” “Oh yeah, of course.” And Haechan would lean over to look at the question you need help with only to chuckle. “What’s so funny?” “You can’t even solve that? Are you stupid?” “You’re an asshole.” “Oh, I know.” And Renjun would hit his head with a pen, “Enough, you literally failed Math too.” Your eyes widened and you retorted, “The audacity to call me stupid when you did worse than me.” “Okay, who cares?! I’m improving!”  

Haechan never misses the chance to tease you. And even though you know he usually doesn’t mean any harm, you simply hate it. “Wow, your hair looks different today… Who are you trying to impress?” “You can never just compliment me without trying to get on my nerves can you?” “Me? Complimenting you? Dream on~” He said before he ruffled your hair and ran away, messing up the braids you spent all morning getting right, “HEY! You- GET BacK HERE!”

But you’ve never hated Haechan more than today. You never knew he could be this nosy nor this aggravating. 

You have your hood on as you walk into school in the summer heat and you walk briskly with your head down, hoping to reach class as quickly as possible. You’re turning the corner when you bump into someone’s shoulder, you look up to apologise when you realise it was none other than Lee Haechan. 

“Watch where you’re going man.” “Fuck off.” “Damn… why so pissy today?” Haechan only grows intrigued and shuffles to block your way as you try to walk away. You keep your head down as you shoved your way past him. “Hey, I was talking to you,” he said as he pulled your hood off, you panicked and scurrily pulls it back on, trying to hide your face. “Don’t do that!” “Why are you even wearing a hoodie anyway, it’s literally so hot today.” “It’s none of your business.” Haechan only pulls your hood again to push your buttons when he finally spots it. And you can tell he saw it because the usual smug grin he wears is wiped off his face. 

“Why do you have a bruise on your cheek? What happened?” “Nothing,” you say as you attempt to walk away again, only for Haechan to pull you in the opposite direction and into the janitor’s room. 

“Let go of me, you-” “Who did that to you?” “I fell.” “Do you think I’m stupid? Don’t lie to me.” You’ve never seen Haechan so serious before except that one time the boys were debating about if we have one butt or two butts. He adorns a frown on his face and his eyes never leave your face, as if scanning to make sure you’ll tell him the truth. “It’s your new boyfriend isn’t it?” “N-no…” “Did he hit you?” “No, he didn’t. It was just an accident, okay?” “Break up with him.” You stare at Haechan like he’s crazy. “If he’s hurting you, you have to leave him.” “I told you it was an accident. Why do you care so much anyways?” “Oh, is it a CRIME now to be a decent human being?” “Whatever.” You say as you try to leave the room. “Don’t be stupid, if he really did that… If he’s really hurting you, you and I both know it’s not going to be the last time.” You glare at him, you’re so angry you can feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Haechan has no idea what your relationship is like and has no right to tell you what to do. “For the last time, it was an accident. If you can do one nice thing for me today, I would love it if you could just leave me alone.” You tell him with gritted teeth and walk out of the janitor’s room, slamming the door behind you.    

Haechan doesn’t talk to you for the rest of the day and you don’t try to interact too much with anyone, other than Renjun. Afterall, he’s the only one who knows the truth. Your boyfriend has really poor control over his anger and when you two would have a small disagreement, it could turn nasty really quickly. He has a habit of throwing things and this time, when he was busy throwing stuff around to vent his anger, something flew and hit you right on your cheek. That’s what caused the bruising, he never tried to hurt you. Your boyfriend loves you, he’ll never do anything to hurt you on purpose. 

“What did y’all even fight about this time? Why did he have to throw it at you?” Renjun asked as he gently spread the medical cream on your cheek. “He’s just having a hard time recently…” Renjun only sighs, he’s worried and he hates your boyfriend at this point but nothing really gets through to you. So all he can do is support you emotionally and look out for you in ways he could. “Please… if it gets bad, you can’t stay y/n. It’s not safe.” “I’m fine, I know how to handle him.” 

You don’t join the boys to study after school today, all you want to do is go home and sleep these conflicting feelings away, so you do. And when Haechan and Renjun are alone, waiting for the other guys to arrive after their classes, Haechan almost explodes. “You knew about y/n’s boyfriend and you’re not doing anything about it?” “I have no idea what you’re taking about…” Haechan only scoffs, “I saw you helping her with the bruise.” Renjun is searching his mind for another excuse. “Don’t try lying for her, I already saw it.” “What am I supposed to do anyway? She doesn’t listen and she likes him so much…” “Why don’t we jump the guy?” “You’re crazy, have you seen him? Even if we got the guys involve, we might lose.” “So you’re leaving y/n to fend for herself? She’s smaller than all of us.” “He’s not hitting her,” Renjun starts but Haechan doesn’t even give him a chance. “Not yet, no matter what, she already got hurt. That’s bad enough…” Haechan has his hands in his hair and Renjun eyes him carefully. 

“Wait… why are you so stressed? I thought you hated her.” “You’re not worried?” “Of course I am, but this is a first for you.” Haechan ruffles his own hair in frustration, “I just have such a bad feeling about this… and contrary to popular belief, I don’t actually hate her.” The rest of the boys soon arrive and Renjun makes Haechan promise not to tell anyone. So he keeps quiet, he knows it’s not his place to expose you like that but he never stopped thinking about you for the rest of the day. 

The two of you never got along well but realising your situation changed something in him. He teased you less and quietly looked out for you more, the lack of bruises on you eases him. Damn it, even a smile from you now just makes him feel more at peace. Right now, his purpose had changed. It didn’t matter if you still aren’t fond of him, Haechan just wanted to protect you. 

It was like deja vu, Haechan was always one to reach school early. It wasn’t like he loved attending lessons or anything. He simply enjoyed being the first to be in the empty classroom, having some time to himself before the school day officially starts. Moreover, he loved getting his breakfast from the canteen and indulging in it without his mother rushing him like she does at home. He just dropped his bag off at his seat and was even whistling on his way out to order his breakfast when he bumped into someone. 

“Oh, sorry I-” but he couldn’t even bring himself to finish his sentence when he looks down and is met with your teary eyes, your face adorning a bruise bigger than the previous one from a few weeks ago. Haechan wanted to say anything to break the silence but he couldn’t even bring himself to speak. What could he say to make you feel better? He was never one to be too kind with his words. You broke the silence first, “H-he hit me.” Haechan could hear his heart shatter. He has never seen you like this. Eyes filled with tears, lips quivering. Your arms wrapped across your chest, almost as if you’re trying to comfort yourself. Even now, he could tell you’re trying to hold back your tears. You might have been small in size but you were always feisty, strong, would not let anyone mess with you. Almost instinctively Haechan pulled you into a gentle hug, patting your shoulder, still thinking of what to say and having nothing else except, “I’m sorry.” 

You finally allowed yourself to cry, with Haechan’s body shielding you, you let your emotions go. Haechan didn’t even mind if you were staining his uniform with your tears, he continued patting your shoulder, whispering things like “you’re okay”, “you’re safe” until you calmed down. After that Haechan ran to get his breakfast and even got a set for you as well. 

“What do I do now?” you ask after a few moments of silence. Haechan replies with his mouth stuff with bread, “Just fucking leave him, what else do you want to do?” You glance up at him, “But I-” “No, y/n please… You know what’s the right thing to do.” “I’m scared…” Haechan reaches out to put his hand over yours, “You’ll be fine, and I’ll be here. Promise.” 

So you did, both Renjun and Haechan sat by you while you broke up with your boyfriend over text that very afternoon. He didn’t take it very well but it doesn’t matter. He even had the audacity to reply, sending you nasty words and insults. Haechan wanted to call him and give him a piece of his mind but Renjun had to tell him not to make matters worse. 

From that day on, you were terrified to walk home alone, fearing that your ex would come looking to confront you. So Haechan took it upon himself to accompany you. It was really strange at first since you two were never really close. But you were grateful for him. If he wasn’t so nosy, things might have gotten a lot worse. Haechan still pisses you off from time to time but it’s all just banter. The talks you have while Haechan walks you home made you realise that Haechan isn’t that big of an asshole. That he actually has a mature bone in him, that he cares a lot about those around him, he’s smart and witty. He never fails to make you laugh, even if it comes with teasing. 

Eventually, it went from walking you home to watching dramas with you in your living room. Or hanging out and studying in your bedroom. After a couple of months, your mum even invited him to dinner. By then, Haechan whines whenever he has to leave you. “Come on, we’ll see each other tomorrow.” You tell him as he refuses to stop hugging you, “That’s like 10 hours away from you…” “Exactly, that’s less than a day, Haechan.” “Haechan? It’s baby to you, I don’t go by Haechan anymore.” “Stop, I’m not used to it yet…” Haechan finally pulls away just so he can look at you getting all shy. 

At some point in time, it was obvious to the both of you that you two very quickly crossed from being enemies, to frenemies, to friends and over to something more. So after being invited to dinner, Haechan confessed to you that very night. And that was it. Nothing much changed really, he still teases you to no end. And you bite back at his comments just as quickly. But now, you two just hold hands and hug from time to time. You two never officially told your friends yet but you’re both sure Renjun already caught on. 

Watching you get all shy from his previous comment has Haechan melting and he decides to let you off for now. “Alright, I’ll leave now… I’ll be back in exactly 10 hours!” You laugh at his cheeky expression and jokingly pretend to chase him out of your house. But deep down, you can’t wait to see him again the next morning. He is finally out your door and he gives you one last hug before he leaves, you wave him goodbye until you can’t see him anymore, reminding him to text you when he gets home safely. 

[9:15pm] my super cool bf <3: i’m home baby

[9:15pm] my super cool bf <3: i’ll come pick you up again tmr, we can walk to school together!

[9:16pm] you: good, rest well baby 

[9:16pm] you: i miss you already 

[9:16pm] my super cool bf <3: now you call me baby… but i miss you too T-T

[9:17pm] you: shut up, this is me trying

[9:17pm] my super cool bf <3: i know you love me 

[9:17pm] you: unfortunately, i do

[osleeplessflowero]

Stress Relief: A Fell!Sans & Reader Oneshot

// content warning for smoking, swearing, and violence

The air isn't too warm or too cold. The sun shines brightly in the sky above, patiently waiting for sunset to arrive so it can rest.

You sit on the back of Fell's motorcycle, your arms around him to make sure you don't fall as he drives through the streets.

"ya alright back there?" "Yeah, I'm good." "awful quiet." "Just don't really feel like talking, 's all." "i gotcha. well, you won't need to do much talkin' where we're goin' anyway." "Where are we going, exactly?" "well, i know you've been goin' through a lotta stress recently, and i tend to go here when i wanna blow off some steam, so i figured i'd bring you here for a change."

You raise your brow curiously at that, as he parks in front of what appears to be a junkyard.

"A junkyard, huh?" "yup. best place to break a bunch of shit without worryin' about the consequences. it's also a pretty good place to look for parts." "Fair enough."

You slide off the motorcycle, and after Fell makes sure it's in a good spot, he gets off of it as well.

You look around as you walk, Fell shortcutting up next to you since he didn't want to be left behind.

"if you wanna let out some of your frustrations, i'm sure you can find somethin' around here to break shit with." "Noted-" You look around out of curiosity before finding a conveniently placed bat, looking for something to break.

You spot some cans that were left behind, knocking them around, before turning to an incredibly damaged car. Fell leans on another car, against the hood, deciding to have a small smoke break. A bit of red smoke floats through the air off of his cig.

You take a deep breath, thinking of what's been bothering you recently, and how it affects you. Raising the bat, you begin hitting the car. The angrier you get, the harder your hits are. You just keep swinging, imagining the car as a manifestation of what's been causing you pain.

"fuck that car up! keep swingin'!"

You smile a little, amused by his cheering, before returning to anger, hitting the car again, then moving to some other breakable objects. You can understand why Fell does this type of stuff, it's quite helpful in a way. You proceed hitting what you can as hard as you can, even screaming a bit as you do so. Fell supporting you through it all.

"feel a little better?" "Yeah..it helped me a bit. You come here often? That car was pretty banged up even before I started hitting it." "yeah, it's a place i know i can be alone." He drops his cig on the ground, stomping on it. "'s pretty good for ventin' without anybody bein' around to hear, y'know?" "I gotcha." You walk over to him, and he gestures for you to follow him. You walk with him over to a small empty storage building, climbing up a ladder and sitting on top of it, dangling your legs off the side with Fell sitting beside you as the sun sets.

It's quiet for a bit, with the exception of music playing from a radio that was left behind in the background.

"i may not be good with all the emotions shit, but i know what it's like to have a lotta stress, and a lotta weight on your shoulders." "Yeah..shit sucks." You laugh a little, your voice still a bit shaky from earlier. "i definitely know that." He smiles sadly, and you move a bit closer to him, putting your head on his shoulder. You both stare at the sky as the orange, purple, and blue shades mix together like a painting as the sun continues to set.

"if ya need to come back here again, let me know, i'll come with ya." "Alright. I might need to.."

He moves his skull a bit, resting his head on yours as well as putting his hand over your own which was resting beside him.

"the world's shitty, but at least we don't have to go through it alone." "Yeah, I guess you're right about that."

The sun finally sets, and the moon rises, greeting the both of you with its presence, the stars slowly coming into view too.

"..Thanks for being here." "of course, don't gotta thank me for that. i wanna be here." You simply smile at that response, closing your eyes.

(now available on Ao3, using Red as Fell's nickname:)

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[oddyssey77]

Punishment - Percy

TW: Domestic Abuse

POV Percy Jackson

I remember getting punched in the back, my weak spot. It wasn't a hard enough blow to kill me but it must've been strong enough to leave me incapacitated for the rest of the fight because when I open my eyes there is no more fighting. I am lying down in a massive barren wasteland. It looks like a desert except all the sand is red and it isn't much like sand at all, more like rocks. Now imagine all of that and then set it on fire. That is what I am seeing 

I look up to my right and see a figure standing over me. He is scanning our surroundings with a look of disbelief on his face. He didn't look to worried or scared but he definitely new where we were and didn't like it. It was Nico Di Angelo. I try and say something to him but I am too dazed. I realise that I must've been hurt more than I thought I had because I can hardly move at all. Nico helps me up and begins to walk us through the fiery dunes. I think he is trying to bring us up onto one of the hills but I pass out somewhere along the journey 

I wake again as he hauls us over the top of the hill and sets me down on the ground. He is waving his arms about trying to get some help to us. I turn my head slightly and look over the other end of the hill. There was a pile of rocks atop a cliff that overlooked something terrible. I lean over and see thousands of people being tortured, burned, enslaved and abused. It is the most horrible thing that I have ever seen before. Except I had seen it before. I know this place. I remember seeing it back on my first quest. It was the fields of punishment. Only this time, I wasn't looking down at them from Hades' palace I was inside of them. Nico and I were in the fields of punishment.

Nico turns to me noticing that I have gained some level of consciousness and begins speaking.

"Percy, we're in the fields of punishment."

"Yeah, I figured," I say, trying and failing to stand up.

"We're gonna be fine," he says, "I am a 0.03% shareholder of the underworld. Once my father knows we are here, he will come and save us." I can't help but feel like Nico is being a little to confident that Hades is just going to happen to notice two beat-up half-bloods sitting on one of his torture dunes.

"Can you help me up?" I ask him, a little impatiently.

"Yeah, sure. Let me just prop you up on those rocks over there." He begins transferring me from the ground up to a pile of grey stone rocks. I couldn't help but notice how out of place they looked. Everything here, including rocks, were red and coated with flames. Why were these rocks grey. I decide to trust Nico seeing as the Underworld was his domain and let him place me on the rocks.

The rocks are cold and wet, they remind me of the sea. I still couldn't shake how off they were, I recognize them from somewhere. And then it hit me. 

"Nico! Get me off!" Nico doesn't seem to understand the issue but lunges toward me anyway. He is too late though because the rocks start to vibrate like crazy until I feel four cold chains wrap around my wrists and ankles. They were made from hallowed obsidian which was the metal of the underworld and was virtually unbreakable. I try and wrestle my way out of them but that just makes them tighter.

I had remembered what these rocks meant only seconds too late. These were the rocks that the Princess Andromeda had been chained to in the old stories. It was one of the most famous punishments in Greek mythology so of course it only made sense that it would be prevalent in the fields of punishment. I had seen these rocks before on the front of Luke's ship and I assume they found their way to the Underworld when Beckendorf blew it up.

"Oh, Percy I am an idiot!" Nico exclaims. He sits down and against a ruined structure and bashes his head into it frustratingly. I stay calm, acknowledging that I probably wasn't going to be able to go anywhere anyway and choose to cheer Nico up instead. 

"You can call me Prince Andromeda," I tell him trying to do my best royal bow impression while being chained down. He laughs but loses focus shortly after. He stares blankly at a wall looking somehow paler than before. He returns to reality with a look of shock painted on his face. I think he must have had a vision of sorts.

"I uh.. I saw something Percy," Nico says trying to remember every detail, "I was in a cave, in front of me was a set of large of golden doors with a symbol painted on it. I couldn't make out what it meant but there was a voice. It was terrifying." 

"What did the voice say?"

"Nothing, it just laughed. It laughed maniacally with no end."

"I am not all that interested in finding out who that was," I say sarcastically. But my voice isn't as strained anymore. When I try and move myself it comes easily. It is like I had never been hurt in that fight back at camp. I am still chained to the rock but part of me feels like that is what helped me. Nico notices my newfound wriggle room and looks at me like he expected this to happen.

"Those chained to the rock are immortal," he tells me, "That's what makes it torture." There is a grave tone in his voice, as if he is starting to think we might not get out of here. 

"Hello, my damned friends, it is I, Eurityion, torturer of evil souls." a hooded figure approached us and looked like he was an evil mastermind. The tone in his voice however, made him sound more like a weatherman advertising bright and sunny skies. Then he looked at us more closely and his face turned sour.

"It's you two!" he snarls, "The ones that sent me down here!"

"Alright buddy," I say calmly. "We have sent a lot of bad guys to the Underworld so you're gonna have to narrow it down." He looks even angrier now.

"I tried to kill you a few years back." Nico and I continue to stare at him blankly, "At the Triple G Ranch in the Labyrinth." he suggests.

"Oooooooh," Nico and I say in unison. 

"You're that Eurityion!" Nico states as if greeting an old friend.

"SHUT UP both of you!" he yells and we both do what we are told, "As you can tell, you are in the fields of punishment! So, it is time for your first punishment." He says the word punishment like it is his favourite in the dictionary. Although I am not quite sure he can read the dictionary.

"I am the son of Hades and if you think you can..." Nico begins sounding outraged before getting interrupted by the man.

"Oaghh," Eurityion yawns. Nico draws his sword but gets instantly shoved by Eurityion and lands on the rocks with me. He tries to get up but is is too late. Nico has become the newest member of the Andromeda club.

Eurityion pulls out two sheets of parchment with schedules written out on them and hands one to each of us. I look down at my piece of parchment and read the following

Percy Jackson Torture Schedule Day 1:

Period 1: HSS Torture

Break Time

Period 2: Poison Maze

Break Time 

Period 3: Duel to Death 

End of Day 1 - Receive Day 2 schedule following day

I compare schedules with Nico and notice we both have the same timetable except for Period 2 Nico has Dismemberment instead of Poison Maze I can't help but feel a little relieved that I don't have to go through dismemberment today.

"This is so unfair!" I shout at Eurityion. "We aren't even dead! We just fell through a whole in the ground and landed here. You know Hades is going to have your head when he finds out about what you are doing to his son." I wait for Nico to back me up but he doesn't. He doesn't say anything at all. I look over at him and he is staring down at some small print at the bottom of the page. He finally breaks through the barriers between dyslexia and small print and reads it out it says...

Signed: Hades, Lord of the Dead

Nico looks like he wants to cry. 

"How could he... Why would he..." He can't decide what to think and instead just throws the parchment off of the cliff. I try and comfort him but the chains don't exactly allow for hugs.

"When is our first period?" I ask Eurityion. Eurityion chuckles

"Now." he growls.

He pulls out two cardboard boxes that look like amazon packages and places one on each of our heads. I try and wrestle it off but it is no use. A robotic voice speaks to me inside of the box.

Welcome to HSS torture. Here you will have to relive and face your Hardest, Saddest and Scariest memories hence the name HSS. This process can take however long your memories are. The box can only be removed from the outside so it is no use trying to remove it yourself.

Everything fades to black. I open my eyes and I am standing in my bedroom at my Mom's apartment. I feel a lot shorter than normal so I look down on myself to see that I must only be about six years old at the time. It is in the middle of the night and I am supposed to be asleep. I hear loud noises coming from the next room over. It is Gabe Ugliano. He is shouting and screaming as if something terrible had happened. I know what this memory is and I definitely don't want to relive it.

He is shouting at my Mom fully enraged. I am too scared to go outside so instead I retreat to my bed and cover my ears with my pillows. I curl up into a ball and pretend like nothing is happening. That is what I would usually do in situations like this. The shouting gets louder and louder and does not stop. I hear things smash and glasses break. My mom screams every once in a while. I don't want things to escalate further because I don't know what to do than I hear a clapping sound and my Mom yelps she sounds like she is begging for Gabe to stop. 

I knew that he had just hit her and my instincts kicked in. Terrified I creak the door open and step out of my room. Mom looks over at me and her heart sinks Gabe calms down for a second when he sees me. Mom rushes over to me and sweeps me back into my room.

"It is okay honey," she says choking on her tears. Her hair is messed up and her face is ridden with tears. There is a red mark on the side of her face but she tries to cover it with her hair, "You should be asleep."

I try and say something but she puts a finger over my lips and tucks me into bed. I try to protest but she tickles me and somehow I feel like everything might just be okay. I curl up into a ball and do as I am told. Mom tries to get into the bed and cuddle me for a bit but Gabe calls for her. She kisses me on the forehead and reenters the warzone.

Gabe isn't as mad as before but he shouts at her to clean up the mess and I hear him slump down into the recliner, pop a beer can and switch on the television. When I hear him shouting at the game I finally lose it. I get up again and this time my mom doesn't notice me at all I sneak across the room and stare at Gabe with all the anger in the world.

There is a glass of water sitting on the coffee table. It begins to vibrate like crazy. He reaches for it curiously and tries to figure out why it was shaking I am not even doing this on purpose but at that moment, the glass exploded in his hand. Water spilled everywhere and shards of glass struck his palms. He screams and storms over to the sink trying to wash the blood off his hands. Once again I black out. That was my scariest memory.

I open my eyes and I am standing around the senate table at Camp Jupiter. Annabeth and I had been called to the Roman camp for an emergency meeting. We are all seated around the table. All of us except for two. Jason and Reyna had been on an important mission to guard the garden of the Hesperides because the dragon had fallen to ill to continue after three thousand years of service. Jason and Reyna had been ordered to guard the golden apple tree until a suitable replacement could be found. 

They had been set to arrive back at Camp on this day and we had all assembled to greet them. A few of the guards gasp as Reyna made her entrance into the room. Her stola is torn, her sword is missing, her hair looks like a rats nest and there is a huge three-clawed scratch going through her stomach. Her face was painted with tears and blood and she was holding something in her left hand. She stumbled toward her chair with the help of Frank and opened her hand to reveal an imperial gold coin. 

"Jason Grace is dead," she choked, "It was a trap set by the Hesperides, the dragon was never dead. They were serving someone who wants to kill the demigods. All of them." Everyone stood up in shock. Annabeth collapsed into tears. Nico stormed out of the room. I just stood there in disbelief. I black out. That was my saddest memory.

Next thing I knew I was falling endlessly into Tartarus with Annabeth by my side. I am not excited for this memory which I assume is my hardest because I know it i going to take a while. But at that moment, the box flew off my head. I never thought I would say this but at that moment, the underworld was brighter than I had ever seen it.

I realise that I am crying now from my memories. I look to my left and see Nico is trying to escape the nightmare. His arms and legs are flailing everywhere. That must be what had knocked my box off. Tears are streaming down his face and I realise that Nico Di Angelo is having a much worse HSS experience. 

This chapter is dedicated to Marks

[goddesswitchmother]

It's my first ever fanfic on Tumblr or anywhere for that matter, so I have no idea what I'm doing 🥹anyways I'm a thirsty hoe for the ikevamp boys and will be writing about random things. No smutty goodness yet as I prefer a bit of plot even if not much. I write best in first person as that's just the way my imagination works. The "I" in the stories is essentially me or my inner self, I suppose, so yeah, I don't know if I'm making any sense😖

Desperation

I had only been trying to help. I hate feeling useless, and so I desperately tried to help out around the manner. The first mistake I made was attempting to cook. I somehow started a small fire just boiling water. I don't even know how that's possible! Water doesn't start fire! "What sorcery is this?!" Even Jean's as confused as I am. In my panicked state, I could only gape. The scent of cigarellos invaded my nose as Leonardo brushed past to put out the fire as I stared dumbly. I wasn't even scolded. As far as anyone else was concerned, it was a freak accident, and I was in shock, so I needed to rest. As if?! I'm not just going to lie in bed when there's still so much I could do to help! So I decided to water the plants. How hard could it be? That was mistake number two. I had somehow tripped over my own feet and watered myself instead. In front of Theo, too, who laughed until he couldn't breathe. As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, I was wearing a backless chiffon dress, so no bra, and the chiffon easily became completely sheer. Arthur had appeared to help me up only to shamelessly gawk at my hardened nipples clearly showing through my now transparent dress. And then had the gall to accuse me of seducing him. "I just got soaked with freezing cold water! What did you think was going to happen?! I can't help it!" I yelled as I ran off, which, of course, only drew more attention. At least Napoleon had the decency to look away, and Le Comte had draped his coat over me while insisting on escorting me to my room. If he didn't have such protective daddy energy I would have told him to fuck off. Alas, I had made it safely to my room. After I had dried off, changed, and reassured 'Daddy' that I was just fine, I decided dusting was safe enough. Except apparently, I have a death wish. Of course, I had to fall off the ladder and hit my head on the ledge of the windowsill. I ended up being banned from doing chores for the rest of the day by Sebastian himself. I think he was going to flick my forehead, too. I think I overhead him mutter to himself, "Perhaps I better not, your head's damaged enough." And for the last hour, I've been cooped up in bed bored out of my mind. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!" I couldn't take it anymore and screamed out in desperation.

[justanotherpersonwhowrites]

Shawn's life falls apart around him after receiving a letter from Virna stating that she isn't his biological mother. With his father dead and mother still on the run (and probably never coming back), Shawn submerges himself in the belief that everyone he cares about is going to leave. Except Mr. Turner is doing the opposite of running away, and Shawn doesn't know which is scarier. Diverges from the episode 7x12 Family Trees.

Happily ever after?

Hah.

How could anyone concern themselves with a happy ‘ever after’ when they couldn’t even have a happy middle?

My father’s dead.  

Of course. You knew that already.

I don’t have a mom. 

Oh, but you do…

My mom doesn’t want to be found—not by me.

Finally understand something, do you?

Shawn tried to clear his thoughts. Focus. But he couldn’t even do that. Couldn’t do anything.

Couldn’t stop his dad from dying.

Couldn’t find his mom.

The car swerved as his vision blurred. It baffled him that driving under the influence of alcohol was illegal, but driving under the influence of frustration wasn’t. And people listened to this system? It couldn’t even keep a madman off the road… 

or help someone find their mom.

Shawn should have listened to Cory from the beginning, should have put the letter away without looking at its contents. What had he expected? His mom to say that she was on her way back? Or that she missed him? Loved him? 

Yeah, right.

He should have listened to Cory and not searched for his biological mother after he’d read the letter. Accepted that he didn’t know who his mom was and move on with his life.

Knowing who she was wouldn’t change his past anyway.

He should have listened to Cory, left his hopes in a bin and thrown his envelope of “answers” right in there with them.

Because Cory was right. Everything had been going well—for the most part. Everyone had been happy—for the most part. Shawn’s family always spelled trouble, he should have known an innocent letter wouldn’t have been so innocent coming from his mother. But that was the problem…everything was going well, everyone was happy, but he wasn’t.

It was selfish, opening the letter. He wasn’t anyone important, not like Cory and Topanga and Angela and the Matthews, he should have just dropped it.

Stop whining.

The car swerved again and this time Shawn couldn’t catch it. He bounced off the road, steering wheel spinning out of control. It was almost funny, how time slowed enough for him to count each rock he rolled over and each branch he snapped. And upon impact with the lamppost, the dented metal was perfectly accentuated against the gleam of his headlights.

Shawn’s head snapped against the headrest. He heard a buzz; it drowned out everything. In his haze he couldn’t tell if he was suffering from the crash or if being cut off from his own frazzled thoughts was causing it. He hoped it was from the crash. Maybe if he hit his head hard enough he could leave everything behind, float into oblivion, and find happiness.

Ao3 FFN

[alaffy]

The Righteous Gemstones, Ep. 3x02 – But Esau Ran to Meet Him

Lord, never thought I would ever agree with a Prepper (even if for a moment), but when you’re right, you’re right.  Also, this is the first season where the antagonist is actually pretty scary.  The Gemstones can make it hard to root for them, might not be the case here.

At the beginning of the episode, Amber and Jesse have decided that it’s time for Gideon to stop moping around (although, ah, he’s still pretty injured) and have decided that he should take on the role of Eli’s driver. 

Gidon’s first assignment is to drive the family to meet May-May’s sons and check up on them.  They find them at a Prepper colony, lead by Peter.  Peter also happens to be a religious leader (yeah, this will end well).  Anyway, Eli meets with the two boys (who are adult men) and Peter.  Peter then gives a “sermon” to his group about them Gemstones and, God help me, Peter isn’t exactly wrong here.  But he also mentions he used to be part of the Gemstone Church so it’ll be interesting to see where this goes.  Anyway, he casts them out. 

Not long afterwards, the three Gemstones siblings find out that the Ministers of the church, or rather, the ministers who lead branches of the church want to have a sit down with the siblings.  The Ministers are concerned as to where the church is headed.  Afraid, the siblings go to Eli and ask him to speak to the Ministers; which Eli agrees too.

While this is going on, Judy is also deal with issues at home.  Stephen, the guitarist, is in a very toxic and abusive relationship.  And it’s abusive on both sides, he’s verbally abusive to her and vice versa.  And then she hits hit with the glass container of a blender, in front of their children.  And what I do appreciate about this is that…I don’t think we discus enough about how, in some cases, relationships are mutually abusive. That sometimes a person can be both abused and be an abuser. So, I do appreciate the show showing that sometimes it's not so clear cut.

But then, he meets up with Judy and he tell her that he’s willing to fight for her.  Even though she’s married and clearly doesn’t want him to.  He then mentions how he’s willing to, uh, unalive his family for her so….well, I guess he just pulled ahead as the worst spouse (although I have a feeling that the wife might not have a problem offing him).    

Later Judy and BJ go to the movies.  Judy makes a mention about how she and BJ weren’t on the same page and how they were taking a break.  This, naturally, concerns BJ as he doesn’t know where any of this is coming from, but she gaslights him into believing he’s overreacting. 

Meanwhile, at the compound, the Feds attack.  Peter and the two boys manage to get to the safehouse.  However, Peter thinks the boys have betrayed him.  At first, Peter accuses them of telling the Fed.  They, of course, deny this.  However, Peter points out that the Gemstones where able to find out where the boys were because the boys were talking to May-May.  And Peter told the boys that they can’t talk to May-May because she wasn't to be trusted, so they were already disobeying him.  Therefore, he believes, it’s possible they’re lying to him about the Feds.  To get them to talk, he decides to cut part of the ear off one of the followers.  He’s about to cut off part of the second ear, except the larger of the two boys manages to stop Peter.  Peter yells at his followers to grab the boys, but they run away.

We cut to Eli, who’s being driven by Gideon to the meeting with the Ministers.  Eli gets a call from May-May and heads to a motel.  May-May tells Eli about what happened and how she’s already been questioned by Peter’s men.  Furthermore, they followed her to the motel where the boys are hiding out.  Eli calls Gideon and has him meet Eli at the back of the motel.  They’re going to smuggle the boys away.

However, Peter’s men realize what’s happening and try to run them off the road.  Gideon, with the help of Eli, is able to use his stunt driving skills to get Peter’s men to wreck their vehicles and to get away. 

As this is going on, the three Gemstone siblings meet with the Ministers.  It seems like a number of Ministers are ready to walk away from the church.  However, after a bit of swearing, name calling, and a bunch of shoe throwing, I’m guessing that all the Ministers are about to cut ties. 

[oysters-aint-for-me]

just stupid venting about mental illness etc.

ugh i don’t feel great and i thought it was allergies because i woke up with a bloody nose and a really itchy face and i’ve had a tickle in my throat but i told my dad about it and he was like “oh you’re probably getting what i had” which was some sort of bad cold/flu-like thing (not The flu but similar symptoms) and of course he says it all offhand because he’s not mentally ill and being sick isn’t a big deal to him. but now i’m really upset because the last two times i’ve been sick i have had the WORST sore throat, like, i was in tears, and i don’t want to go through that again, and now i’m dreading when it’ll hit hard, like watching a truck headed my way but i can’t move. AND this weekend is my birthday and it is the first time i’ve been like sort of okay with my birthday in several years. so of COURSE i would be sick this year meaning i won’t do anything for my birthday which ironically is all i have wanted for my birthday for the past 6 years EXCEPT THIS YEAR! but you know what, it doesn’t mean even matter, because everyone else already made plans to do other shit on my birthday so it already felt like people were trying to squeeze it into their busy normal healthy lives until i just gave up and decided what i was going to be doing by myself (LOTR marathon) and if other people want to show up they can. so yeah, that means it’ll just be me and my mom and my dad because no one else can fit me in. idk it’s like. the past several birthdays i have been forced to celebrate them even though i EXTREMELY didn’t want to, like, at all, i have been so profoundly uncomfortable every year, but i made myself go through with it with a smile because people want to be nice to you on your birthday and they get weird if you’re weird about it because then it’s like “uh oh now we have to comfort the mentally ill birthday person awkwaaard” and anyway i already didn’t care and so i just let them do whatever they wanted because at least it made them happy, you know? liek whatever, just go limp and go along with it. but this year i felt like i could actually try a little, and so i tried. and it didn’t even make a fucking difference. now, i know that getting sick right before my birthday isn’t like, some sort of narrative metaphor about how i’m doomed to unhappiness or part of some scheme where the universe is conspiring against me specifically. i know that. i know germs are random and that people are busy and that no one probably really paid enough attention (and i can’t fault them for that, it’s not like i made it easy) to realize how uninvolved and unhappy i have been in my past several birthdays so why would they think this one is particularly special. people don’t know what they don’t know and i can’t expect them to read my mind. i know that. but i wish i didn’t. i wish could give myself permission to feel irrationally angry or to blame something or someone else other than myself. i wish i could cite this information and then go wide with it and conclude that this is yet more evidence that i shouldn’t try to “get better.” but i know all of that is illogical and i know that other people would use cognitive behavioral logic against it if i told them and i know that they would be RIGHT. and i also know that none of that would change how i feel. and no, i don’t know 100% for sure that it wouldn’t help, that’s not logical either, but i do have a lifetime of experience so i can make a p good guess. but whatever, anyway i’m gonna be sick on my birthday anyway and i’ll be miserable just like i have been the last 6 years. so fuck me, i guess! ugh sorry anyway if you read this far thank you for “listening” 💜 i don’t feel better but it did make some time go by so eh you win some you lose some

[ridiasfangirlings]

What if... Maid Saruhiko working on those maid cafés and Misaki becoming a customer out of... "curiosity" to see how Fushimi is doing? :3

Imagine this as like a post-ROK mission that Yata’s aware of, so he’s a little more willing to become a regular customer to, uh…help Saruhiko in his mission, yeah, that’s it, helping. Like there’s a Strain who’s been eluding S4 for a while and as it happens this Strain has a thing for megane girls in maid cafes. Therefore naturally the best course of action is to have Fushimi go undercover in a maid cafe and develop enough of a reputation that the Strain will come right to him. Fushimi is less than pleased about this (Munakata calmly explaining that Yayoi can’t do it because she isn’t combat troops and Awashima doesn’t wear glasses, surely such a connoisseur of megane maids would be able to spot fake glasses a mile away). When he tells Yata that they won’t be able to meet for a while because he’s on a mission Yata gets initially super worried, like what if this is another dangerous mission like with jungle, it must be bad if Saruhiko won’t even tell me what it is.

Yata’s worrying over it so much that Kusanagi tries to cheer him up and accidentally lets slip that Fushimi is working in a maid cafe. Yata swallows a laugh like wait what the fuck, Kusanagi shrugs and says apparently the Strain has a fetish. Yata lets that sink in and just imagine him hyping himself up to go check this whole thing out, like on the one hand a maid cafe will be full of scary girls but on the other what if Saruhiko is like in danger or something what if that Strain hits on him or customers harass him and he stabs someone and goes to jail forever, Yata had better go check on him. Yata is definitely not doing this because he’s curious about how Saruhiko would look in a maid costume.

He heads to the cafe and tries to be all nonchalant walking in, stuttering out his preference for a maid with glasses and trying not to look at any of the cute buxom maids working the place. Fushimi of course is keeping an ear out for anyone who asks for a glasses maid and goes to take Yata’s order, when he sees it’s Yata he just gives this flat, cold ‘Misaki.’ Yata almost jumps because he didn’t recognize Fushimi at first, Fushimi asks what Yata’s doing here and Yata tries very hard not to stare at Fushimi’s legs as he’s like can’t a guy go to a maid cafe sometimes. Fushimi gives this flat ‘Kusanagi-san told you huh,’ clicking his tongue. Yata says he was just worried about Fushimi being on a mission on his own, Fushimi says he doesn’t need Yata’s help. Yata says a second set of eyes can’t be bad right, and anyway if Fushimi has more regulars maybe the Strain will hear about him and then Fushimi can complete his mission.

Fushimi is not convinced by this but doesn’t make Yata leave either, imagine instead he decides to at least have some fun with this and basically does his best maid impression, trying to get Yata to go all red and stuttering like this is what you get for going to a maid cafe Misaki. Yata barely manages to make it through coffee and a pastry and Fushimi gives this victorious smirk when Yata finally retreats. Except then a couple days after work Yata shows up again, claiming he said he was going to help Fushimi and he means it. Fushimi clicks his tongue and is like fine, just don’t get in my way. Yata says he won’t, trying his very best to convince himself that he’s just here to keep an eye on Saruhiko and it has nothing at all to do with how good Fushimi looks in a maid outfit. 

[soclonely]

Life Day Moments: A Letter to Santa (Echo and Fives)

Part 1/12

"Santa Claus is anyone who loves another and seeks to make them happy; who gives himself by thought or word or deed in every gift that he bestows." —Edwin Osgood Grover

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“I don’t see why we have to write letters to Santa,” Echo complains, rolling his eyes. “We are adults, Fives! We both know he’s not rea-”

“SHH!” Fives claps a hand over Echo’s mouth. “Don’t say stuff like that or you will be on the naughty list like Captain Rex.” he sits back in his seat and chuckles. “Besides, it's tradition! We have to do it!”

Echo sighs, thumping his pencil on the table. “Okay, fine. You win.” He smiles, shaking his head. “But no peeking at my letter this year! You always make fun of me for the things on my list.”

“Yeah because you always ask for socks and boring stuff!” Fives makes a face, standing up. “I’m going to hit the little troopers room real quick!” He stretches, making his way over to the door. 

Moments after he hears the refresher door close behind Fives, Echo scrambles across the table. He picks up his brother's letter and hesitates. “I’m only doing it to decide on his  gift.” He says, looking down. 

Dear Santa,

Hope you are doing pretty great over on Hoth or wherever it is you live. Personally, If I were old like you I would settle somewhere with a more favorable climate like the lake country in Naboo. Some place with hot bikini babes and less ice and snow to accidentally break your hip on when sliding to avoid reindeer poo.

“Oh Fives.” Echo snorts. “Leave it to you to tell Santa to retire.” He continues reading.

...I know I am on the bad trooper list year and I am fine with that. You stunt double that works at the Coruscant mall told me the other day when I kept harassing him about getting a message to you before Life Day about what I want.I didn’t mean to trip and pull his pants down, it was an accident! I just decided to go directly to the source after that. So here I am writing you this letter.I get the whole naughty list don't get gifts, but I wanted to make a plea for you to make this one exception for me this year. 

All I want for Life Day is the opportunity to spend it with my brother without having to be out in the field. The last two years, we have had to go on hard campaigns and by the time we realize what day it is, Life Day is over so we don’t even get to pretend to enjoy it. I know Echo is a Scrooge and doesn’t like any sort of fun. But I just know if we had the chance to take a breath and really experience Life Day the way the rest of the galaxy gets to, he might change his mind and see it the way I do! If anyone deserves to experience the magic of the holiday season, it's him. 

Anyway big fella, that’s really all I wanted to say. It may seem a bit silly to write to someone only children believe in. But I do believe in the power of wishful thinking! So thanks anyway!

Yours Always,

Arc Trooper Fives

Echo smiles. He sets Five's letter down and scoots back over to his own side of the table just in time for the latter to reenter the room. “Took you long enough.” He clears his throat, trying to hide his emotions. “Thought you fell in or something.” He teases. 

“I would never!” Fives places a hand to his chest. “And leave you alone to enjoy life without me harassing you every chance possible?” 

“Oh no how would I ever survive?” Echo chuckles, looking down at his empty paper. “You know what? Maybe I will write a small letter to Santa. Tis the season.” He looks over at Fives and grins. “Want to drop these off at the post and go look at some of the holiday displays around Coruscant?”

“Only if we can stop for hot chocolate!” Fives laughs. “I could really go for some hot chocolate.”

“Of course.” Echo replies, putting his pencil to the paper. “I’ll even pay this time. "

"Darn right you will!"

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Pipes x Cybertronian Reader

‘In which you have a somewhat awkward interaction with Pipes, and then he introduces you to some friends!‘

Rating: General Audience (13+)

Warning(s): N/A

Relevant AO3 Tags: Meet-Cute

Word Count/Read Time: 897 / 3 Minutes

You can feel the optics on your hull. Hazarding a glance out over your fellow patrons, yet again unable to pinpoint just who'd been ogling you. It was going one of those days, then. A hearty ex-vent evacuates your slats as you deflate against the bar top. 

You're easy on the eyes, you get it, other's often make it their mission to ensure you remain aware. It's just, exhausting. You'd signed up for this quest with burgeoning wanderlust and an ache for companionship yet all you got were stares and surface-level compliments. Sure, people are nice to you, but they don't tend to stick around once they realize you're not just some cute mini who'll put up with being demeaned and pawed at. 

There are exceptions, of course, you get along well enough with the other mini-bots you've met so far: Swerve can get a bit invasive, but you don't mind being talked at all that much, and Tailgate seems kind, if not a touch naive. You'd been meaning to introduce yourself to Rewind, but he and 'Chromey-?' always appear pre-occupied, so you haven't come upon the opportunity yet.

You've also met Skids, and he's proven to be the most tolerable mid-to-large sized mech aboard thus far. 

Too bad he's not here right now, people tend to stare less when you're accompanied.

Lost to thought, you don't notice when someone climbs up onto the stool next to yours. 

"Hey there, dreamboat," 

Oh, no...

"Come here often?" 

You turn towards the voice, frown hidden beneath your mask, only to be surprised when greeted with the sight of yet another fellow mini. 

"Uh,, yeah.." off your guard, you neglect to immediately shoot down whatever intentions to woo you he has.  

"The name's Pipes," casual as can be, he leans on the bar, gesturing towards you "and yours? Gorgeous?" 

Gorgeous?

That snaps you from your stupefied state, "Look- Pipes, it's nice to meet you and all, but I'm not interested." it's not that he's unattractive, you're just genuinely not interested in hook-ups right now. 

He tenses at your succinct rebuff, and you half expect him to curse you out (it wouldn't be the first time you'd been confronted with such a reaction), "Oh, uh.." his shoulders drop, and he rubs at the back of his neck, "Alright... Sorry, then." A brief, awkward, silence befalls the two of you, and just as it seems he's about to get up and leave, you extend a servo towards him. You know it's the bare minimum not to lash out at someone for rejecting your advances, but you do it anyways because hey, you're still on a friend-quest, and you'd be damned if you didn't at least attempt to salvage this interaction. 

"Let's start over," he stares down at your hand as you offer your designation, taking it after a moment; you give him a firm shake, "It's nice to meet you, Pipes, what brings you to Swerve's this cycle?" 

He untenses, grateful for the second chance "Oh you know, just came to mingle between shifts, you?"

"Something similar," you withdraw your hand, "haven't had the courage to get up and actually talk to anyone yet, though, hard to insert yourself when everyone's already all chummed up." you gesture loosely to the occupied booths at each side of the room.

"I get that, lucky me though, I already know most of these guys." he laughs, toying with the drink he'd brought with him. 

"Really?" you can't help but sound a little impressed as you spare the room another sweep, optics flickering from the likes of Hound, to Drift, to Highbrow, and those that keep them company "This is the first time I've seen you around, to be honest." 

He slumps some at your latter comment, his ego taking a hit, having defiantly seen you around more than once, "Hah, yeah, well.." before abruptly perking up, "how bout' I introduce you to some of the pals?"

It's your turn to get excited, "Are you sure?" if not a tad nervous, "Right now? I uhm, wow, that'd be real' sweet of you." 

"Ah, don't mention it." he feigns nonchalance with a wave of the hand, though the fizzle of static underlining his vocals is unmistakable; you giggle. He resets his vocalizer and bobs his head in no particular direction, "C'mon." hoping off his seat. You follow with a skip to your step, bumping shoulders with and flustering him further when you catch up. 

...

The rest of your break is spent expanding your social circle and filling it with good people. You laugh and trade stories; it's not hard to find common ground. A decent amount of wing-meching taking place on Pipes behalf, you notice, but his friends aren't obnoxious about it- it's endearing if anything, and you ease into light-heartedly teasing him about some of the more blatantly exaggerated tales told. Though, your interest does get snagged when someone mentions something about his time on earth (you'd wanted to visit the planet since the first time you'd heard of its 'uncannily similar to cybertronian looking but squishy' inhabitants), and prob him for first-hand details, which, somewhere along the way, leads to him inviting you back to his hab. 

You both have to go about your next shifts first, but you agree to meet up with him there afterwards to 'peruse his collection of earth trinkets'. 

...

..

[heeheesang]

xoxo cupid crush

ep. 3

scary

"so, you and sunwoo huh?" haerim asks with a smirked plastered on her face as i closed my locker, she's been saying that ever since sunwoo saved me from getting beaten up, it's been a whole week.

"haerim, we're friends. he helps me and i help him," i announced to the two in front of me as we started walking to class, "yeah sure... but why're you so awkward around his friends?"

"they kinda scare me, they look at me with those eyes you know? it's really, intimidating." i opened the door to class and almost bumped into someone who was heading out.

"oh my days, i'm sorry!" i quickly ducked my head and headed straight to my seat. i wasn't late today, mainly because the three of us had a sleepover at haerim's house and her mother drove us to school.

"intimidating? like what?" haerim asked as soon as we sat down. "dude i don't know, they just scare me. they all talk crap about other people so like what if they talk crap about me too?" i asked and scratched my arm, a habit i always did whenever i felt anxious.

"i'm sure they don't, i've seen the way—"

"jang yeongji!" sunwoo and his two friends suddenly made their way to me, sunwoo trying to hold them back but they suddenly came to my table and laughed a little before my whole life flashed before my eyes.

"so you're thinking of dropping out of school?" one of them, the english speaker, asked me and my jaw dropped, thankfully i was using a mask.

"you're dropping?!" haerim and yujin yelled in confusion and i stood still, looking down at my lap as the teacher came in and started her lesson.

how would he know..? i only posted that in my close twitter page that has haerim, wonyoung, yujin, hyuck, and sunwoo. of course it was him, he's in my twitter page, of course he would spill everything to his friends.

"are you okay?" haerim asked and placed her hand on my shoulder, i nodded and took in a deep breath before paying attentiom to the rest of class.

soon enough, the class bell rang and it was break time. we had break for three hours today since one of the classes got cancelled so i bought food and brought it to the dance studio open for students. as soon as i finished eating, i tied my hair up in a quick bun and played songs to warm up a little.

hae : hey, yujin & i know you're stress dancing but please take it easy on yourself. we'll meet you outside the dance studio and we'll go to class together <3

yujin : ^^ take care of yourself ji, maybe we can talk about that another day okay? <3

sunwoo : yeongji

sunwoo : i'm sorry, i didn't know they looked at my phone

sunwoo : i was sleeping and they probably sneaked in my house to prank me or something but i think i left my phone unlocked

sunwoo : i'm sorry, please get back to me as soon as possible :(

my phone rang multiple times as i danced my heart out, soon enough tangling my own legs and falling down, wincing as my whole body hit the floor. i let out a few tears and sobs before just laying down on my bag and listening to songs while reading a book i had written but never told anyone about it.

soon enough, someone knocked on the door and i sat up immediately, pretending to fix my hair.

"sorry~ we're here to practice," it was some of sunwoo's friends, their names are changmin, juyeon, and hyunjae.

"it's fine, i was just resting at the side..." my voice grew softer as they started dancing and they were actually really good. especially changmin, he was the chairman of dance club anyway and i was co-chairman.

"how was that?" changmin asked as soon as they ended and made eye contact with me through the mirror.

"it's really good, never seen anybody dance to tempo that well except for exo themselves." i said, clapping a little before changing my attire at the small changing room at the side of the dance room and coming back just to sit at my same spot.

"thank you, we worked really hard~~" juyeon said as he collapsed on the floor next to me and drank his water.

"no kidding, that's one of the best dances i have ever seen." i complimented and they all formed a circle around me.

"i heard what happened with eric, haknyeon and sunwoo. i apologise on eric's behalf, he's really... reckless." hyunjae said as i let out a soft and short laugh of relieve, "no problem, now the whole class knows my plans for the future." i said sarcastically.

"do you really plan on dropping? whose gonna be my co-chairman?" changmin pouted and i hit his shoulder playfully, "you have juyeon!"

"no thanks, you're the only one who can handle changmin's sudden change of emotions..." juyeon defended himself.

"did sunwoo say anything?" hyunjae asked.

"he just apologised and asked me to text him asap." i replied and they all nodded.

we continued talking and had fun until haerim and yujin came to pick me up and go to class together. can't wait to spend another dreadful hour in biology (sarcasm)

ep. 2 | ep. 4

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[blujaydoodles]

What's Aubree's coolest story about how she got one of her scars? (Besides the one she doesn't talk about)

"Although, really it's a bit of a stupid story if I'm being honest, but the scar's cool as hell and that counts for something, yeah?

“It was one of my first jobs with a trade caravan, just as an extra pair of hands-- green as I was, they wouldn’t have hired someone like me as an armed guard even if I’d thought to offer back then, but it’s easy enough to prove I can haul shit around, and not a lot of folks are keen to take the pass north of Stormridge in any case so they were happy for the extra help.

"We were five days into the Wildcrest Mountains-- about halfway through. It was just starting to get into nightfall, and we were trying to push through to a sheltered spot one of the guards knew was a little ways ahead to camp for the night, when we heard the howlin up in the ridges, and comin down toward us.

"Now, we get wolves out in Crickhollow, sometimes; usually just one by itself skulkin round the pastures, and if they can catch em in time it mostly only takes a few dogs to run em off back where they came. We’d spotted some goblin scouts makin eyes at the caravan a few days earlier and spooked em away easy enough with a bit of barkin of our own, so when we heard the wolves I figured I knew what we were in for. But let me tell you: wolves in the mountains are different than the ones you get round halfling country. It’s cold, and hard, and it makes em strong, and it makes em hungry.

"We had six armed guards with us, proper kitted with swords and shields and all, and of course I was out there with Corker, hangin back a bit just not to get underfoot of em. They were spreadin out to circle the wagons, but the wolves had the jump on us and came leapin out the dark before we were ready. Biggest godsdamned things I ever saw! One slipped through and went straight for the horses, but I was ready for him-- hit him midair and sent him reelin away, and I figured that’d be the end of it for that one. Turned around and saw another one was lungin and snappin at one of the guards-- skinny lad called Derek-- and had him in a bad way; it’d got him offbalance, and looked about to take him down. I was to em before I could even think-- well, what else could I have done? The wolf had got its teeth in him, but it didn’t see me coming-- I hauled off-- WHACK-- cracked him square in the face, must have damn near caved his skull in! Just as he was getting his bearings, and I was pulling back for another swing-- the bloody bastard I’d clipped earlier came in from behind and sank every damn one of his teeth into me, and dragged me to the ground.

"Well, Derek managed to get his feet under him in time to stop the other one from jumpin in and tearin my damn guts out, but only just. The one that had me by the shoulder had a death grip on me-- I was swinging Corker round like mad, but I couldn’t get any good blows in like that, on the ground and backwards and with only one arm. Still put in a fair fight, for all that-- I was snarlin like a beast myself, grabbin for its face with my left hand best I could. Then suddenly he dropped me, yowling somethin awful. Another guard, big fella called Radimir, saw him layin into me and ran him straight through. Good thing, too! If I’d been alone out there that would have been it for me. Stupid way to learn not to put your back to a wolf, but it’s always better to have friends to back you up anyway. Especially when you’ve got more muscles than good sense, haha!

"Anyway, the rest of the pack did take off after seeing we could put up more fight than they wanted-- they’re tough, not stupid. No one was hurt except a couple of the fighters and myself, and we made it to the outpost just fine. I hadn’t really imagined I’d be spendin my first couple weeks in Pelora laid up all in bandages with a broken collar, but hey, it gave me a good story for breakin ice at taverns. Bit more impressive to talk about than this-- [she points to one mark among many on her arms, brown with age]-- that I got trying to help with the bakin when I was six…"

[bbarican]

july 30, 2023; 7:21 pm - life updates

hi, tumblr! its been a minute ~ how are you guys? isnt it so weird that july just decided to be a blip and is now over like it never actually happened even though it was a super busy month? either way, im here to update ya'll on how ive been and other things and if youre interested, just keep reading along; either way, i love you!

family:

bittersweetly, wala na kaming bisita sa bahay; ang weird kasi my mom pointed out na we had visitors nga pala ever since may, thats a lot of time to have people over at your house and to not have privacy; it is sad though to have the house this quiet again but i, glad for the memories we all made over the course of everyone's stay

i treated my mom to a mani pedi session yesterday and it was really nice and relaxing; i finally got my nails done again and im so happy!

other than the aforementioned, we dont have a lot going on except the fact that we're going to a lunch buffet on saturday so atleast we have something to look forward to

im just really excited for the rest of the year and what that holds for me and my family

personal life:

im in a much better headspace and i am truly grateful for whatever or whoever helped me along the way

july was tough kasi i kept pushing myself to my limit without really noticing and again its very bittersweet kasi a part of me is super proud na i can actually juggle so much but at the same time my mind was not doing okay

but im glad im better now; maybe it was just a bad and busy week but i know for a fact na hindi lang yun yung week na ganun sa buong buhay ko so atleast now i know i can actually handle it

i finished reading happy place by emily henry already and i love that book so much; it being about people around my age made it all the more relatable + its super funny + it hits a little too close to home knowing that im the same as the protagonist; overall, its such a great book and i wish i could read it for the first time ulit

been trying to download bumble again pero literally my phone wont let me kasi it always prompts me to fix my payment method sa apple id which is totally fine btw but it always ends up being in error so i just take that as a sign na downloading bumble is just gonna be a waste of time anyway

i need to buy clothes kasi 1.) i wanna invest in them (again, my mom has a point na i need to stop repeating my outfits as much as i do) and 2.) i have an event to go to on the 11th ata so i need to dress up for that

i also want to sell some of my stuff kasi day by day i just keep realizing na i have so much stuff and instead of throwing them away, might as well make some money out of them

work:

im relieved that work is better now; not as busy, but busy enough to keep me on my feet without actually killing me mentally

i love my officemates; i love how the board takers are back and that the noise is back too

na approve na din kaagad yung revisions namin for our community library project which means we get to go to ikea already and purchase the stuff we wanted to for the project

feels kinda weird din talaga to not have been able to go to the office for a week cause of the weather kaya tomorrow im really gonna push myself to go kahit na alam kong uulan parin kasi i just know im gonna be lazy as fuck if i dont go to the office nanaman

regarding our team building, again, im not so keen on pushing through with it this august kasi 1.) its raining, 2.) mahal na since we're booking for the same dates, and 3.) again, i have no idea what our budget is to begin with so its really hard to plan anything anyway

and yeah, thats it for my life updates ~ im beyond excited for august, so here's to making the last day of july super fun and productive and memorable in whatever way it could be

ingat kayong lahat especially since for sure uulan parin this week!