#I couldn’t last two hours as a runaway

[letthegrxxngirlgo]

Its not healthy for me here but I can’t survive on my own

[wandascrush]

Runaway Bride

Summary: There’s only one person you really want on your wedding day

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Weddings, love, crying, running away, lots of angst

Song: Someday I’ll get it by Alek Olsen

You were out of breath by the time you got there, crisp cold air hurting your chest. Your throat was as dry as sandpaper. Natasha was there, waiting for you like she always was. Your legs were tired from running, broken nude heels in your hands, beautiful and forgotten. The white flowy, soft fabric of your dress touched your body delicately, dragging and picking up the color from the wet mossy grass. Sore legs lowered down to sit on the grass next to the girl who once captured your heart…but she was silent. Just you two, alone. The air was so cold it hurt your bones. 

   You rested your head against the large oak tree that sat behind you two, making a little cove under its branches. So many thoughts were racing through your mind, “I’ve ruined everything. What will people think? I have to say sorry.” But once you saw your favorite spot waiting for you, with your favorite girl, everything melted away. You shouldn’t even be here right now, you shouldn’t have been thinking about Natasha, but she was the only person that ran through your mind. 

   “Long time no see, Natty.” 

    You’ve gotten used to her silence though, it kind of became her new character trait these days. Sometimes you pretended it didn’t hurt anymore, but it always did. A little more each time. Rain droplets started to fall around you, wetting every inch of dirt and stone. More green from the grass started to slowly seep into the beautiful white fabric of your dress. You knew her deep gaze was on you, looking at you with pity…maybe with love? 

   Your chest tightened as you blinked hard, vision blurring, “I was supposed to get married today, you know,” a sad laugh escaped your throat as you played with the fabric of your dress, “I looked beautiful. My hair was done and my makeup was perfect and-I was supposed to be happy today,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I was supposed to be standing at that altar, looking into her eyes, promising forever. But I couldn’t even say the words. Because every time I looked at her, I saw you. And I hated myself for it.”

 “I’m so tired of missing you. Some strange part of me thought getting married would make me happier. But all I see is you. When I say my vows, it’s your name they’re written for.”

I think of you all the time, now that you’re gone.

    The rain poured down in relentless sheets, soaking through the dress. The sky above was a swirling mass of dark clouds and angry wind. Digging your manicured fingers into the soft mud, it felt like the only grounding thing. The feeling of mud seeping under your nails was the only anchor you had.

   You checked your phone, trying to wipe the rain off of it and realized that you’d already been there for over an hour with Natasha. You needed to get back, answer all the missed calls and texts. This would be the last time you two saw each other…something inside you was certain about it. Shaky legs stood up, using the big oak tree as support and grabbing the bouquet you forgot about next to you. 

   You slowly kneeled down in front of your first love, first everything, and pressed your forehead against her cold grave stone, “If love could have saved you,” breaths came in short, sharp gasps, salty tears falling into your mouth, “you would have lived forever, my Natasha.” Soft lips kissed the engraving of her name as you gently lied the bouquet down for her, grabbed your broken heels, and said goodbye. It took all your strength to not look back as you walked out of the private cemetery.

[bitchinbarzal]

Runaway Groom | N Hischier

summary: Nico’s getting married and he thinks he’s got the wrong bride.

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“He wants you there schatzi” Katja mumbled, sipping her coffee across from you.

You shook your head “Yes but she doesn’t… I’m ok just seeing the pictures after”

You watched her eyes drop and her mouth pull into a tight line “Y/N, we thought it would be you”

Your stomach sinks and you smile softly “Yeah… but it’s not and I’m ok with that. I want Nico to be happy”

His mom wanted to reply, tell you he’d be happy with you. That his smile isn’t as wide with her as it is with you.

But she didn’t. She just squeezed your hand.

Their wedding is all anyone was talking about the week before; the welcome drinks, the rehearsal dinner, the church, the party.

You were tired of hearing about them. They could go back to New Jersey now for your liking.

The night of the rehearsal dinner had you getting ready for the gym when your front door opened and you heard the familiar voice shouting

“Hallo?”

“Timo?” You yelled back, puzzled

“I’m here to pick you up!”

Your head pokes out of your bedroom “for what? Why are you wearing a suit?”

He looks puzzled “Nico and Rosie’s welcome dinner?”

You laughed “I’m not going to that”

“Why not?”

“Because i don’t want to? I’m sorry did everyone just forget that me and Nico are ex’s?”

Timo rolls his eyes, entering your bedroom and beginning to rake through your wardrobe, pulling out a dress.

You stumbled for a moment seeing it again, the dress you wore to Nico’s captain’s dinner. The team had thrown him a fancy dinner in the city to celebrate him becoming captain and you wore that red dress.

“Put this on, you’ve got five minutes” he informed, shoving the dress into your hands and walking out.

Before you walked out the house you looked at yourself in the mirror and huffed “It’s only two hours… two hours you got this!”

Nico’s family were elated to see you walk in the door, diverting their attention all to you.

You didn’t see him but Nico also diverted his attention to you, his grip on his soon to be wife’s hand slipping as he spotted you in that dress.

The last time he saw that dress it was on the floor of your bedroom.

Your eyes scanned the room, finally falling on him. You gave him a soft smile and he reciprocated until he noticed your hand placed firmly in Timo’s.

There was nothing there but he couldn’t help but feel his gut twist. He was getting married and thinking about you.

Throughout the night you were stopped by various teammates and their partners all expressing just how much they missed you.

“I always thought this would be you” Klara, Jonas’ wife comments and you can only give a tight smile

“Rosie is lovely, no?”

“She doesn’t know him like you… he’s not the same”

“Nico decided I wasn’t what he wanted” is all you could say before venturing off somewhere else.

You wanted to go home. You were tired of hearing about how it should be you.

That night when you arrived home, you checked your phone which you’d subsequently left on the nightstand after being rushed out the house.

Only one notification stood out. A text from Nico.

it meant a lot to see you tonight, take care of yourself schatzi.

Your thumb hovered over the text pad, considering a reply. You stared at the words so long you didn’t notice the tears starting to gather in your eyes.

“Fuck, Neeks” you cursed, throwing your phone onto the bed and gripping at your hair in frustration before you picked the phone back up again and dialled his number.

“Hel-“

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare call me names, I’m not yours anymore Nico! You remember? You broke up with me!” You sobbed, so angry and frustrated. You were overwhelmed.

“Schatzi… don’t cry”

“Nico” you mumbled, the exhausted tone of your voice evident on your words.

He sighs “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have text you… it was a lot to see you tonight”

You scrunched your eyes closed in an attempt to stop the tears falling.

“Will you be at the wedding tomorrow?” He mumbles, somewhat hopeful.

You paused, silent so much so he asked “Can you hear me?”

You nodded, not that he could see you “I can hear you Neeks”

“Neeks” you chuckled “It’s been so long since I heard that”

“I’m not coming, this is probably the last time we can ever speak again…”

Nico bit his lip on the other side of the phone, tears now in his waterline. The weight of this on his shoulders.

“I can’t lose you Y/N”

“You lost me the day you broke up with me… you don’t get the best of both worlds. Goodbye Nico, good luck at the wedding” you mumbled, pulling the phone away and hanging up.

You threw your head back and cried out a strangled cry “Fucking Hischier!”

The next morning you lay in bed, the longer you were in your bed the less you had to face the real world.

It wasn’t until twelve you rolled onto the side of your bed, where your phone was charging. Your notifications were crazy.

Multiple missed calls. Texts. Voicemails.

Before you could read them, Nina was calling you.

“Hello? Ni what’s going-“

“Where is Nico?!”

You frowned “at his wedding? Aren’t you-“

“He’s not here! They’re all panicking he’s just disappeared and we can’t find him” she cried out, you could hear other panicked voices in the background specifically Rosie’s

“I’ll call him” is all you said, hanging up and staring at your reflection in the black screen “Hischier… where are you?”

You had tried calling him with no answer, leaving multiple voicemails. You grabbed your keys to head out the door when you spotted him, sitting out on your porch.

You opened the door, making your way to the porch swing and sitting next to him. Nico didn’t speak, just looking out at the mountains.

Your head dropped to his shoulder “Neeks she’s waiting for you”

He sniffled “This was supposed to be us”

You nod, grabbing his hand in yours “But it’s not, it’s you and Rosie. Nico you gotta go back to her”

He finally looked at you, his eyes rimmed red “What if I don’t? What if I just stay here? Would you have me?”

You swallowed loudly “Nico, I love you so much and if you ever came to me before I’d say yes but you don’t want me you’re just confused”

He shook his head “I love you! I’m not confused… I want this, I want you! This, this house! This life!”

The house was bought by Nico, at your request your Switzerland home had to be in the countryside. He let you have it after the breakup.

The two of you were inches apart, tears streaming down both of your faces “Neeks…”

“Kiss me” he mumbled, holding the back of your head waiting for your move. You did. You leaned up to capture his lips in yours, his tongue slipped past your bottom lip into your mouth.

You moaned into the kiss before pulling away and pecking his lips once more “Hell of a last kiss”

“No, not a last kiss” he says and you look sadly

“Nico, let’s go…”

“Where?”

“To your wedding”

He wanted to argue, tell you he was going to stay but you looked at him with an expression that told him he didn’t get a say.

At the church you stood outside the doors, just enough time to spare. He’d got changed at your house, trying to fix his red and splotchy face as much as you could.

Outside the church entrance you stood hand in hand, Nico staring at you sadly “I don’t want to lose you”

You shook your head softly, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him softly and mumble

“You’ll always be mine even if I’m not yours”

He couldn’t answer before his family came out, shouting at him where he was. You smiled softly and whispered something about leaving before you turned around and walked away.

He watched you walk back to the car, watching you walk away from him for the last time.

[cuntressgoingdigital]

RUNAWAY | abby anderson x reader

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synopsis: you and abby are in a mutually destructive situationship. after everything you put each other through, you both always find you way back to one another.

notes: gonna be sooo honest, this isn't going to be everyone's cup of tea and that's okay! heed the content warnings. this is a super angsty catharsis piece.

cw: 18+ content MDNI, reader referred to as a girl, alcohol ment., top! abby, mutually toxic relationship, no happy ending, honestly neither of y'all are good people

word count: 1k

all you could do was sigh when you read the text that popped up on your phone. 

can i see you tn?

it was 2AM, you and your friends were on the way back home from the club. you had texted abby hours ago. you always did this after drinking. not because your judgment was impaired, instead you wanted to be able to blame your actions on the alcohol. you would’ve texted her completely sober. you often did. 

“what are you staring at on your phone?” your friend tried to snap you out of it, but nothing would stop you. your friends learned to stop trying.

the text interaction was instigated by you, around 8PM, after one sip of a cocktail your friend had made for you. 

fuck you abby

who is this new girl? 

what happened to all the shit you said last week?

she had posted a picture with some pretty redhead on her arm, her face buried in the crook of abby’s neck. she always did this. she knew it would make you mad.

and you always took the bait. 

now it was 3AM, your friends had left you for the night, and abby was knocking on your door. you had sobered up in the last hour or so. your mind was clear. all of your actions were your own. 

immediately abby leaned in for an embrace, prompting you to practically leap back. 

“who the fuck is she?” there was an undeniable venom in your voice. you didn’t have time for pleasantries. 

abby moved past you, crossing the threshold into your apartment. “she’s one of manny’s exes. we’re still cool so me and nora had dinner with her. that’s it.” 

cue the inevitable repetitive screaming match that you two would end up in once every few weeks. the walls were thin and you knew your neighbors could hear. luckily, they minded their business. 

“abby it’s like you don’t give a fuck about my feelings! all week you're texting me ‘i miss you’, ‘you’re the only person who’s ever made me feel this way’. what happened to that?”

you couldn’t ever stay mad at her. you used the same playbook she did. after a couple weeks of not talking, a post on social media would lure her back in. an “accidental”

i had so much fun with you last night <3

that was immediately unsent. it was a song and dance that both of you were perpetually stuck in. after this long, it felt like you couldn’t leave the dancefloor now. 

for the record, abby wasn’t lying. it was just dinner. nothing else. it was clear the girl wanted her. hugging her for just a moment too long, getting a little too handsy when they went to the club together, the frequent requests for one on one hangouts. 

abby wasn’t anywhere near interested. 

she didn’t want any of the girls she would entertain for a week, sometimes a month (never longer). she couldn’t fuck them without thinking of you. without missing you. one too many times when a girl was between her legs she had accidentally uttered your name. 

that’s why every argument resulted in the pure bliss of hate filled make up sex. whoever was on the receiving end of the accusations would placate the other with ‘they dont mean anything’, ‘i just miss you so fucking much’, ‘i wanna be with you’. 

that night when you’re face down in the mattress, back arched, her strap buried impossibly deep inside you, you forget everything. the reasons you hate her. why you would never work. she takes you by the chin and pulls you up, back flush against her chest, fucking up into you while she whispered in your ear.

“fuck, you look so good like that. my pretty girl.”

you would always be her’s.

“such a fucking slut. only running back to me when you need to be fucked back into your place, yeah?” she hoped that wasn’t true. she wants to hear you say that it isn’t true.

“i love you, abby.” was all you could manage to say between thrusts.

abby starts thrusting with a fervor. her hands were gripping your hips so tight you feared they might bruise. she knows your body so well that she can tell when you’re about to cum. you’d dig your nails into her arms, gasping for air, whimpering her name. 

“i love you too, baby girl.” 

that was all it took for the floodgates to open. 

neither of you had lied. you both loved each other more than anything in the world. you said it during arguments, over dinner, at the end of a phone call, and most often during sex. 

if it came down to it, you would die for one another. 

the orgasm was so intense it brought tears to your eyes. abby could fuck you for hours, and she often did, especially when you were mad at her. tonight was one of those nights. by the time the sun had fully risen in the sky you were both sweaty, sore, and exhausted. 

you spent the next few weeks together. she had a key to your apartment that you hadn’t taken back after any of your fallouts. after work, you would find her at home, making your favorites for dinner. she came and went as she pleased, but you knew she’d be back. such was the nature of your relationship. 

when it’s good, it’s amazing. when it’s bad, it’s miserable. the good never lasted long. your record best was a little more than two months. then, one of you would get antsy, terrified of the ‘what are we?’ conversation. 

after being away from each other, the monotony of peace set in. one of you would find a way to snake back in. 

you were mutually destroying each other. you knew that. abby knew that. a happy ending wasn’t likely for either of you. 

but, that was okay. 

she was familiar. this was easier. you had to leave or live with it. 

and here you were, laying in her arms, pressing kisses against her chest and collarbones, while she whispered sweet nothings in your ear. 

[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 1st: Parents | Runaway - Sword | Youthful cw: allusions to neglectful and alcoholic parent, police, incarceration [happy ending promised, as always!] read on ao3 | link to series on ao3

Eddie runs away from home for the last time when he’s thirteen years old. 

The ground beneath his feet is barely visible, barely felt against the worn soles of his too-small sneakers as he runs through the familiar trails of Hawkins’ forest. He’s run away before, usually sneaking out in the middle of the night when he hears the tell-tale silence of his father falling into a drunken stupor on the couch, but this time feels different. This time, he’s actually running, no backpack or hastily thrown together bag of essentials to weigh him down. 

He hadn’t had time, not with so many police cars showing up at once. 

His breath comes in quick bursts, just enough oxygen to carry him off the beaten path onto a path only he knows. It comes without markers or posts. Why would there be signs here? No one else needs the most direct route between Clyde Munson and Wayne Munson’s homes. A 10-minute run, quicker if he sprints like he is now, connects two different worlds and only one feels safe. 

Uncle Wayne has, for much of Eddie’s life, been home. He’s lived with him on and off for a few months at a time, sometimes after dear old dad had been hauled away by Officer Hopper again and other times, when he’d simply run away and his dad couldn’t be bothered to track him down. Eddie spent nearly a year with his Uncle Wayne after his mom died, a wonderful year where Eddie experienced an actual parent and got to figure out things he actually enjoys– fantasy books, D&D, music with intense virtuosity and aggressive guitar lines. He never should’ve gone back, but the guilt ate at him. Maybe it’ll be different, he’d thought at the time. Maybe he’ll care now. 

The fact that he’s running through the woods at full speed away from what could only be defined as a fucking siege with his dad at the center is all the answer he needs. There’s nothing he can do to help his dad– there’s nothing he should do, because he’s a kid at the end of the day and he never should’ve been put in this situation to begin with. 

Eddie shakes his head as he runs, shaking the thoughts from his brain as he hears the familiar, comforting sounds of people talking in the distance. He barrels through the tree-line into one of his Uncle’s neighbors who steadies him by the shoulders, checks him over quickly to find nothing physically wrong. 

“You alright, son? Looks like you seen a ghost.” 

Nope, just a nightmare, he thinks.

Eddie shakes his head and looks around frantically for Wayne, out of breath. “No, no, I’m– I’m fine. Is Uncle Wayne home?” 

“Eddie?” As though summoned, Wayne appears in the doorway of his own trailer a few lots down. Eddie shrugs out of the neighbor’s touch and runs toward the voice, the one that makes his brain slow down from the spinning wheel it’s been on since the first fist pounded on his dad’s door. 

“Wayne, thank God, thank fuck,” Eddie mutters as he runs into him, hugging him unabashedly around the middle. His fingers dig tightly into Wayne’s back, clutching the fabric of his familiar flannel and grounding himself as Wayne hugs him back. 

“I’m uh, I’m glad to see you, too, kid. Everything alright?” Wayne tone is questioning, rightfully so. He doesn’t know yet that Clyde’s been arrested and likely won’t get out this time, or that Eddie’s here to stay. 

Hours later though, after Eddie’s shared his side of the story and Wayne’s made him a mug of his famous hot chocolate, the police arrive. Officer Hopper assures Eddie that he’s in no trouble, that he didn’t need to run, that he’ll never need to run from Clyde again. 

“I know you’ve got a lot of your stuff still at the house. You got family around to stay with?” Officer Hopper asks, looking at Eddie but clearly asking Wayne. 

“‘Course he does, he’s here, ain’t he?” Wayne nods at Officer Hopper and Eddie catches the interaction. “My old van ain’t much– she needs some work– but should be enough to get us back and forth with your stuff, Ed.” 

The van is more than enough for the barebones possessions Eddie cares to bring: an old acoustic guitar that belonged to his mom, a worn paperback copy of The Fellowship of the Ring gifted to him by Wayne, and some clothes and odds and ends. 

Years later, after he runs again and somehow lives to tell the tale, he returns to what still stands of the trailer with Wayne. Most of their belongings are either destroyed or damaged beyond repair but it doesn't matter to Eddie. 

Home was never the trailer he ran to– just the family inside of it.

[ravennaortiz]

“Skipping and dancing your way” ……. Girl I need a romantic/fluffy or smutty with Dom Juicy boy!!! Maybe they elope? PLEEEEEEASE!!!

From Prompt Ravennas OG Prompt List

19. Let’s get married

22. Make me

25. Don’t act shy now

32. You’re mine.

Thank you! I can’t wait!!!

I got you love!!!! As always 18+

Runaway Love

Present Day

The last few hours had been a blur.  You had never felt freer than you did now on this roof. After years of being controlled and ordered around you had finally gotten the courage to run away. The fact you could do it with the love of your life made this freedom even sweeter. Goodbye charming and hello to the rest of our lives you thought as your eyes fluttered closed.

Past

Your rebellion had ramped up  the minute you set eyes on him. He had joined your dads MC around the time you were starting to resent him and the club. Treated like a princess, a damsel always in distress and that needed watched over and handled with delicate white gloves. A rage boiled in you with every rule laid down. Your stepbrother ratting you out about dates and boyfriends. The golden child to your black sheep. Your mom interfering and sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. Never ceasing to hide her bitterness of having a daughter.

Her dislike had only gotten worse as you aged. Jealously and envy lurking under the mask of a perfect mother façade. You loved riling her up. Hitting where it hurt. You couldn’t help yourself when club runs happened. Asking how many other women she thought your dad would bang this time? Or how many would come back to Charming to take her spot? You loved reminding her that she was just as replaceable as your mom had been to him. The last fight you two had had landed you in cuffs and her in a hospital bed. Your dad livid when he bailed you but he had thought better about laying a hand on you in front of the MC.

Your punishment was being kicked out. Not that it was a punishment as it was what you wanted. You hadn’t expected Golden child to open his home though. The two of you had managed not to kill each other. He let things slide, looked the other way as long as you told him where you were going and when you would be back. Letting you taste freedom without getting hurt. You were thankful but weary. Especially as he and your dad began to butt heads more frequently.

You were thankful for the solace you found with Juice during this time. More often than not your free time was spent with him. Either at the clubhouse or at his place. The classic tale of friends to lovers unfolding in a dusty little town. The way his brown eyes melted you in more ways than one was something you had yet to experience with someone else. Sure you had somehow managed to have a handful of relationships much to the ire of your dad, but nothing held a candle to what you had with Juice.

It was magical. Absolutely a fairytale that you feared you would be awakened from. Cast back into the void of what you called life before him. You had always thought there was nothing perfect in life until you met him. He was utter perfection in camo pants and a white tee. A perfect smile that brightened the stormiest of days. A perfect easy going, incredibly smart, sweet guy in a chiseled body that fit into yours like you two were pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

He treated you like a queen. Doting on you with flowers, coffee, and your favorite books. Anything you wanted he would move heaven and earth to give it to you. No matter how many times your father tried to step in and forbid your two from having anything but a friendship the two of you kept pushing. You both were addicts high on the love, safety and peace one can only find in their soul mate.

You thought you had died that day laying on the tattoo bed as Happy worked on placing Juices crow on your hip. A tattoo you had been forbidden from getting once your dad had realized how intensely you two were involved. While Juices words had pretty much stopped your heart, Happy had continued working as if he hadn’t heard. If you hadn’t seen the small smile flash across his face you have thought he hadn’t heard. A whole sentence in three words. “Lets get married”. You had locked your eyes on his pretty brown ones as he kissed the hand he held. Slipping a ring on your finger as a needle pierced your skin. Staking his claim on you in two ways that would never fade lie the bites and other markings eventually did.

You thought you could never love two simple sentences more. That was until after weeks of constant fighting about getting married with your parents. Your dad keeping Juice out on long runs in the hopes for him to lose his taste for you. Your mom trying to force you into the bed of other higher ranking members. “Lets just elope” Juice had murmured after a late night sex talk. The two of you blissed out and minds hazy with sleep. “We can run away. Just start over” he had continued as you sat up in the bed you two shared. “Lets do it” you had stated as you nodded and bit your lip. Thirty-six hours later you were in Vegas with the same love of your life but a new last name.

Present Day

“Focus” growled Juice as he delivered a smack to your ass that brought you back to the present and sent you sailing over the precipice he had had you teetering on since he had slid into you a while ago. You bit your lip to surpass your moans as your body contorted under him. Juice stilled as you came around him, waiting for your unearned orgasm to pass.

“Look at me” ordered Juice as he tapped your crow tattoo. His voice low but stern. You almost followed the order but the bratty side of you figured you may as well go all in. “Make me” you stated a grin on your face as you heard him huff behind you. Juice slipped from you making you whine. “Should have listened love” he chuckled as he walked in front you. You licked your lips as his cock came into view and your mouth started to water at the thought of him pushing it into your mouth. Tasting the exotic mix of the two of you. The idea had more of your arousal leaking down your thighs onto the roof below you.

Juice rummaged through the clothes that lay scattered around the two of you. Finding the matching leash that went to the collar you now wore with his name he walked back to you. Without saying anything else he clipped the leash on and gave it a slight tug as he walked away. You started to scramble up but a sharp tug and a raised brow kept you on your knees. You crawled along on all four, leaving a trail of your arousal as he led you to the railing that overlooked the Vegas strip below.

Once you were at the edge he prompted you to stand up. Kissing you deeply as he wound his hands around your neck. You moaned as he pushed his thigh into your core, unable to help yourself as you grinded on it. You could feel his grin as he kissed along your jaw line as his fingers slipped down onto your breast. Pinching and flicking your nipples as he turned your collar around and tightened it some. Your breath hitched and your eyes flew open as he let one hand drift to your back before giving a tug to the leash that hung just above your ass now.

“Think you need a lesson on who’s in control here babe” murmured Juice in your ear as his tongue lapped at your ear lobe. You smirked and rolled your eyes as his met yours. “Starting to think you like it rough” he joked as he pushed you onto the railing making you gasp as he slid into you in one swift thrust. The flashing lights below and the sound of voices and music could be heard much clearer on the edge. While you guys had snuck onto the roof you were only on the first floor. Anyone who looked up would see you being fucked. You felt nervous as you tried to contain the moans and curses that threatened to spill out of you as Juice slammed into you as his fingers lazily circled your clit.

“Don’t be shy now. I want everyone to know you’re mine” growled Juice as he jerked on your leash making you gasp and clench desperately around him. Your vision started to tunnel as the familiar coil built in your lower abdomen. Your moan came out choked and feral as he wound you up. “Please…please. I’m yours Juice” you begged as you tried to contain your growing orgasm. “Cum” demanded Juice as he yanked your body back up to his chest and bit down on your shoulder. You saw stars as your body contorted and spasmed around him. Juice moaned your name as your body milked his release from him. You collapsed against the railing your eyes fluttering and a smile creeping onto your face as you caught sight of a couple people looking up and cameras flashing. The sound of clapping had Juice laughing before pulling out of you and pulling you from the edge.

“I love you Mrs. Ortiz” he murmured as he pulled you into his arms planting kisses along your sweat dampened forehead. “I love you Mr. Ortiz” you replied as the two of you swayed to the music. Lost in your own world. Perfection.

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[lunarmoonanons]

The Second Mother

🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕  

Pre-Conquest (they are Aegon, Rhaenys and Visenya parents)

Yandere Aerion Targaryen x Reader x Yandere Valaena Velaryon

Reader tried to Runaway but was caught by the Dragons of her stepchildren and brought back. A Boat vs Dragon would not end well, Aerion choose to get her pregnant as a way to force her stay with them.

🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕  

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YN didn’t know how, but she was able to smuggle herself on a boat sailing for Yi Ti. Her home. For the past few months she had been kept prisoner by her employer and his family who had all grown a strange obsession for her. 

YN was a tutor from Yi Ti. She had been the emperor's top educator for his children and the tutor for many noble families back home. When she received a request from one of the last Valryian families to tutor his children, YN was excited for a chance to see a new land and meet the last remains of the Valyrian empire. A choice she would soon regret. 

She didn’t know what it was, but ever since she started working for Aerion Targaryen, he and his wife had been trying to entice her into an affair between the three of them. When she said no and very publicly (as public as you can be on an island) denounced any affection and attempt at romance there was a visible shift in her stay at Dragonstone. Her freedoms became less and less, and soon the few people she was allowed to see became fewer and fewer. Soon, even the maester on the island was forbidden to speak to her. 

The only people who remained in close contact with her were Aerion and his wife Valaena as well as the three children she was tutoring. 

The obsession didn’t just end with the parents. Instead it extended to the children as well, if their father or mother were not at her side, then one or all of them would be. They idolized her, loved her, and demanded her attention at almost all hours of the day. The only normal child seemed to be Orys, the bastard son of the head of the Targaryens. 

YN had planned her escape with great detail, everything down to the letter. What boat would smuggle her, what route she’d take, what provisions she would have, and what she’d pay the captain. Her escape was escalated by the death of Valaena just over a few weeks ago. The whole family was in mourning and that meant they were distracted. Rhaenys was so distraught over her mother, it took all of her siblings to calm her down. And though Aerion still tried to seduce YN, he too was distracted by the death of his wife to notice YN planning her escape. So in the breaking hours of dawn, with a bag of her belongings and help from the Maester, YN escaped onto a ship bound for Essos. 

YN bit her thumb and paced about the ship, the swaying of the craft not bothering her. Her hair shifted slightly by the sea air, but nothing seemed to calm her from the pit in her stomach. She was worried and slightly regretful. Even though they scared her with how much they loved her, she would miss the children. Visenya with her wild ways. Aegon with his strong personal morals, Rhaenys’ sweet nature, and Orys’ with his curious mind. They might have also contributed to her capture, but they were her students and she couldn’t place all the blame on them. 

When the sun was high, YN decided to ask the captain how long it would take. They had stopped at an island at the stepstones for a bit and YN wanted to pay half of her pay now. She barely made it a few steps when large shadows had started to over take the sky. 

Two large beasts had started flying toward them. Dragons. 

YN had seen them on the island, and had kept her distance. The beasts were monstrous and frightening, especially the large one. It seemed too big for its own good, large and scary. So seeing two of them flying toward her, put the fear of the Lion of Night into YN’s heart. Once they landed, YN’s heart fell to her stomach when she saw Aegon and Visenya dismount from the two dragons. 

“Mama. I knew you wouldn’t be far” Aegon smiled and walked up to give her a hug. YN was frozen for a second before she gained sense and pushed him back. 

“I’m not your mother, Aegon. I’m sorry but she’s dead, you cannot replace her with me.” YN stuttered, eyes wide and frantic. Aegon merely smiled a terrifying smile tilting his head as he looked at her. 

“But you are my mother. Father said you two are to be husband and wife, now we must get you back. He’s waiting for us.” Aegon was calm, too calm. 

Visenya looked with a scary grimace and kept a hand on her sword. She was not as peaceful as her brother, and she would drag her “confused” mother back if she had to. 

“You will come with us. Aegon may be willing to negotiate, but I will draw blood if I have to.” Visenya stated, glaring deep into YN’s eyes, not with hatred but annoyance. “In fact, Aegon and I will burn this entire island to smolder if that’s the only way to get you.”

“We’ve already killed the Maester for helping you. Do you want more blood on your conscience, Mama?” The 14 year old sweetly smiled, but his eyes held a terrifying glance. 

YN gasped and held a hand to her mouth, swallowing her sobs at the pain she caused the maester. She didn’t want to go back, but she couldn’t be responsible for everyone else dying too. She took a look back at the crew who stood frozen in place, terrified at what she would say, begging with their eyes to spare them. 

“I… I will go with you, Just let them live.” YN stuttered. 

Aegon’s smile grew as he held out his hand for her to take. YN’s shaking hand held his, her legs wavered as she climbed the black dragon. Her hands didn’t stop shaking as she stared down in horror at the beast. 

“Do you like him? I claimed him today, in search for you.” Aegon said, but his words fell on deaf ears. 

It was quiet trip back to Dragonstone. Once they were back on the island, and back to the castle, Yn’s hands had finally stopped shaking. She steadied and reminded herself to be strong. Rhaenys was the first to greet her. The 12 year old bounded her way to the woman and wrapped her arms tightly around her waist. She was very excited to see YN. 

“Mama! You’re back! Did you hear the great news?! You and father are to be married tonight!” Rhaenys squealed and bounced on her heels. YN merely patted her hair absentmindedly. 

“Where is your father Rhaenys?” YN asked. 

“I am happy you have found your way back.” Aerion stated, making his way over to the woman. He shooed his children away and made his way closer to the woman. When he was close enough he placed a hand to the woman’s cold cheek and smiled at her, ignoring the tear that fell from her eye. “We shall be married. You cannot deny me what I want anymore. It is what Valaena wanted. We have to honor her in death.”

“You are grieving, you do not love me. You are just trying to replace your wife’s memory with me.” YN tried to reason, but to no avail. 

Aerion Ignored her and placid a kiss to her lips. That night, YN was frozen in shock at what future her life would hold. YN cried during her ceremony. Her clothes from Yi Ti were taken and she was placed in Targaryen garments. Her life would be as a Targaryen wife and mother to Targaryen children. And she would be forced to carry Targaryen children. A life doomed to be a Targaryen.

Whoo! Two requests in one day. 

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I went for safety by choosing from an old prompt list. So, still with Juice, "I'm following the map that leads to you", please?

Btw, as you told me I could pop a few requests in, I might send another one for someone else. But I haven't decided who yet so we'll see tomorrow...

Canvas!Series:

Canvas - You've brought so much colour into Juice's life.

Follow Me - Your ex Ronnie realises you have a new boyfriend.

Runaway - Juice comes home to find you absent.

Goodbye - Juice recieves a phone call from you in the middle of the night.

Love Letter (feat: Filip 'Chibs' Telford) - Juice begins to spiral.

It’s Evelyn that gives Juice the map, the one with your location highlighted with a red felt tip heart. He keeps it in the passenger seat of the truck as he makes the drive up to Spring Creek in Nevada. It’s been almost a year since he last laid eyes on you, since you’d called him from a pay phone in a shitty motel in Carson City to say goodbye. He’d been up there a couple of times to find you but the trail had always gone cold, now he knows why.

You were an artist with barely two cents to rub together, you didn’t have the resources to vanish the way you did. He’d assumed you’d had help, he’d just never realised how close it was to home.

“Did Chibs know?” he’d asked Evelyn as he’d sat at the kitchen table in the home the two of them shared.

“Not until this morning.” She had told him as she set the mug of hot chocolate down in front of him. “Keeping the secret gave him plausible deniability.”

Which means it gave the club plausible deniability. If anyone discovered her complicity in a network that helped to spirit women and children away from abusive situations, being disbarred would be the least of her worries.

“You saw what it did to me, you knew…” He trails off bitterly, his eyes stinging.

He’d almost killed himself last year, shot himself up with so much dope, he’d woken up choking in a pool of his own vomit. He’d been lucky that time. It should have been a wake up call but it wasn’t.

“That’s why she sent the letter.” Evelyn explained to him. “She couldn’t stand the thought of you blaming yourself.”

It had taken him weeks to read it. By that point he’d gone so far down the rabbit hole he didn’t know which way was up. It was Chibs that saved him, that forced him to read the letter, to understand it wasn’t his fault that you’d left.

“Why now?” Juice asks her, gesturing to the map and Evelyn picks up the newspaper from the counter and tosses it onto the table in front of him.

3 Dead During DEA Drug Raid, the headline reads.

“Her ex, he’s one of them.” Evelyn tells him, tapping her finger on the article. “I’ve told her it’s safe to come home but…”

“…but she doesn’t know if she has anything to come back to.” Juice finishes as he leans back in his chair.

“A year is a long time Juan.” Evelyn reminds him. “As far as she knows you’ve moved on, got yourself another girl.”

“No.” He says resolutely as his gaze strays to the garden outside of the window. “I fucked around in the beginning but there’s never been anyone that comes close to Simone.”

Eight hours later Juice finds himself standing on the doorstep of a cabin in Spring Creek. It’s the first time in almost a year he’s felt hope.

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What The Hell, Jay?

First of all, this is my first time writing a fanfic ever, so it may be shitty. Also, my first language isn’t english so, hope I didn’t make too many errors.

Female Original Character x Damon Salvatore

TW: Implication of: SA, Grief, Drug use, SUic1d3 attempts

Backstory: Jay-Lee Bennett had just turned 18. Her life in Mystic Falls hadn’t been easy. Her sister Bonnie, died last year. Leaving her, alone with no one to talk to, except Damon. The girl wasn’t just a rebellious punkette, but also a Bennett Witch. The dark haired girl, struggling with her mental health and her powers. Met the Salvatores brothers when she was at her lowest. Being a friend of the late Vicki, Jay-Lee knew all about the town’s vampires.

Today, was the year anniversary of Bon’s death. A full year without my sister, and 1 and a half without my best friend Vicks..

I was thinking about everything that was happening in this town since Bonnie died. She would’ve hated it I chuckled lowly to myself before wiping a runaway tear and sitting down in front of her grave.

I sighed, and lit my joint before putting a red rose on her grave.

-Hey Bones, what’s up? I guess you don’t have a lot on your plate uh? Listen, its hard, without you and Vicki here. We got problems with the tomb vampires, you know.. The reason you fucking died on me?

*A tear made its way down my cheek, while I inhaled a little puff*

-I miss you so so much.. Its hard being the strong girl who have no shits to give. I don’t know if I can keep it up any longer..You usually made it easier for me..I love you Bones, see you soon.

I got up, and left the cemetery, finally putting out my joint.

***

The morning after, I got to school late, again. Mrs. Halpern shooting me a glare as she probably realized I was high again. I sat in my seat, ignoring the usual pity stares I got form Elena and Stefan, and for a full hour, acted as if I cared about Trigonometry. When the bell rang, I quickly went outside to self-medicate. Tyler-fucking-Lockwood bumping me in the process.

-Hey Junkie! Watch where you walk, we wouldn’t want you to get hurt, uh?

He called out. And before I could control myself my powers flaired up and his hair caught on fire.

It didn’t take two seconds before Stefan called out my name again.

So, I left. I didn’t need his morals. I hated myself enough like this.

Walking to the old church, where me and Vicki used to meet, I took a hit on my medicine. It wasn’t the first time that my powers flaired up, Tyler had been lucky that he survived, the last time it happened, the disgusting bastard gropping me wasn’t this lucky.. Elena and both the Salvatores were scared of me, and I knew it. But its not like I could do something about it, trust me, I tried.

As I sat there, thinking about my existence. Something hit me, and I trashed around before finally blacking out.

***

I woke up, and I was in a cage. But what hurt more, was that I recognized the Boarding House. I tried to hear if someone was here, but I couldn’t hear anything. I knew Elena, Stefan and Damon were behind this. I felt betrayed.

Using my powers to escape, I sat on the couch. Waiting for someone to come. And as expected, Damon walked in.

-Oh, you’re out. (Damon called out.)

I glared in response

-The cage was uh, not my idea obviously. But uh it was for uh.. (He stuttered slightly)

-In case my powers flaired up again? In case it became too dangerous?!

-YEAH YOU’RE DANGEROUS JAY! YOU CAN’T FUCKING CONTROL YOURSELF! (He screamed at me). Listen, last time you killed a man, now you lit that Lockwood punk on fire, and as much as I agree that he’s an idiot you can’t do that!! So that’s why we made the cage Jay, just in case..

-In case you had to kill me? But you can’t! And I know because I fucking tried Damon!! (I shouted, getting up from the couch)

His eyes grew dark and the silence grew louder

- Come again? I don’t think I got that right (He fake laughed.)

-I’ll say this once, you.can’t.kill.me.

-No, I got that Jay, what did you say after? (He took a step towards me, head tilted to the side menacingly)

-That I tried? That I wanted to kill myself but failed? Is that what you long to hear Damon?! (My eyes watered while his throat got dry)

He sped towards me and pushed me to the wall by my throat.

-What the fuck Jay-Lee Bennett? Do you really fucking think we would get rid of you? And when did you think that it was okay for you to fucking die on me huh? (He snarled at me)

-Oh come on Damon, no one cares. Stefan and Elena would prefer to have me far, far away from here, ´cause I’m just the crazy junkie who can’t control herself. (I grew quieter)

-Maybe they do, but I don’t Jay, I know you, I care for you.

He softly put my hair behind my ear, grazing my cheek.

-Dam, I can’t do it anymore. (I said, sobbing on his chest)

-The cage was just here so we could have you calm yourself down safely without hurting us or yourself, I would never hurt you. I see you. Behind this strong act you put on. I see you. And.. I l-like you Jay…

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The Girl

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“You get everyone to the ship and escape with the key.”

One ape hand it to another. 

“what happening.”

“What about you. “

“I will distract scrope and his terracons as long as I can. It will give you and the others a chance to esape.”

I wont let you be left behind. Scrouge will kill you. My sacrifice will be nothing compared to what unicron can do with the key...

“ we need a …..”

Slinceing the other ape.

“ you are there leader now.” 

“ now go” 

With the idea of knowing there was no debate let alone time. ran. Leaveing the only place they called home. that will be devour by unicorn the planet eating monster. 

“ahh.” Hand covering my face. Trying to protect my self even thought it would do nothing. I felt a chil was what It felt like. The one that get you spinal core to shake. 

Looking back at the runaway ape did not see me.  I have to be dreaming. 

Then there this metal man robot. Is this a terrcon. What going why dose this look real. Is he losing what going on. 

“ please, stop fighting.” 

Everything was muggy. I don’t understand what going on but one thing was clear. No one is leaveing this fight alive. Everything happen so fast. They were both standing up and now one is loseing a battle that he cant win. 

Sound of a rocket was happing like it was blasting off. 

“ your not getting the key.”

“Today I won’t but my master with have a feast with your planet.”

I was running to the ape theat was laying on the ground. I couldn’t let him feel pain while he was dieing. I know none of these metal or anmials being cant see me. but dosent me I would sit back and do nothing. The one that won. Was melting something on him. He just became a blur. 

I slip pass his legs. If that was what they called them. I was at the apes face. 

“ what do I do? What can I do?”

“ put your hand on him and breathe.”

Spinning around. Trying to find something to show any type of alive or being. 

“wh-“

“If you want him to not be in pain anymore, just put your hand on him.”

I heard a groan. I will slove that voice mystery later. Put my hand on him I felt him skin want cold but smooth and warm. Surprisingly but what shock me more was the area my hand was. It was glowing and a green color. 

“huh?” 

Out of my instinct I want to pull away but the ape groan out of relief. Like he was in less pain. 

I knew that I was doing something. what would happen if I used both of my hands. I lift my hand. And place not tnext to mine but in the same level as mine. I felt eyes on me I  was next to his eye or what ever its called. Two eyes staring at one. 

“ midnight star.” 

Instead of correcting him. Knowing his time is running out.

“ its going to be okay. relax its going to be okay.”

I sounded confident but I was far from that. 

“you were always a star. in the darkest of times.”

For that slipt moment it steam like he accepted his death but wasn’t alone. I have no clue who he is but i am just glad he not alone or in a lot a pain. I saw the light shirnking as it seem like these minutes. Are turning to hours. I don’t care how long I knew the least I could do was make bearable. He closed his eyes for the final time and whisper his last sound in this life. 

“ thank you.”  

I pulled my hands back after his skin turned cold.  I was crying. I knew I was crying because there was not much I could do. I mean almost everyone cries when they see someone died, But this was different type of crying. Like I lost a friend but I never seen him before.

“sliver”

I fell to my knees in front of his eyes. It started to get windy. I wouldn’t have notice if a golf ball sized rock hit me in the side of my head.   turning to see what all the rush was about. This golden sphere was coming closer. And the center was opening up and there was rocks. My brain wasn’t comprehending what was happening. 

“Unicorn!!”

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Runaway - Chapter Eighteen.

The notes hit 30, so you all know what that means. You get an update, and you get an update, and you get an update, and alright I’ll stop being like Oprah now xD Big thanks, guys! Such a lovely audience I have!

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen

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Words - 1,980

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Isn’t it nice, just to have a minute to breathe around being a mom,” Lily spoke as she and Hannah sat down in the coffee shop the former used to work at, Willow at day care for her usual three hours per day, and Lola with her daddy. They’d just finished a workout at Hannah’s ballet class, Lily mentioning she’d like to give something a little less violent a try where fitness was concerned when they’d found themselves deep in conversation at the clubhouse, Hannah inviting her along to see what she thought.

“I’ll say! She’s started teething and the poor little thing is keeping me up most nights, howling like a banshee because her gums are sore.” Lily made a sympathetic face, remembering the time well with her own daughter.  

The night where Hannah had stayed for a few drinks at the clubhouse, they’d really enjoyed their time talking, finding that while they didn’t have too much in common, they found the other to be interesting, warm and friendly. It was always nice too, to make another mom friend.  

“So, did you hear how long Jodie was in labour for in the end?” Hannah shook her head, blowing the steam from her latte. “Thirty-three hours! She was exhausted, but she’s so happy that Harvey is finally here.”

“Oh, that’s a cute name!” she exclaimed. “Yeah, I was in there for thirty-one with Lola, and I swear, every last second of it was torture.”

“I was lucky, mine was really quick once it got going,” Lily revealed. “I was three days’ early and Angel was just heading back from a run, so for the first six hours, I was crying on my dad, screaming that I didn’t want to do it any longer and that it hurt too much! He kept me sane, though, reminding me how tough I was, while I was wailing and clinging onto him for dear life!”

“Your dad is Taza, right?”  

“Yep, that’s my pop.”

“I hope you don’t find this rude of me, but I have to say, I can’t see the resemblance. You must take after your mom more.”

Lily was quick to gently correct. “Oh no. Dad adopted me by himself. I was an adult when I came into his life. We bonded quickly, and he became like a father to me, so he surprised me with it for Christmas one year, adult adoption papers.”  

Hannah held a hand to her chest, her face alight with how beautiful her story was. “Oh my goodness, that’s so sweet! I have something similar with the woman I call mom, my stepmom, Jackie. My birth mom died when I was little, so I don’t remember her. For me, there’s only ever been her. She’s the only mom I ever knew, although she always kept pictures of Lydia, my bio mom around, never looking to replace her.”

Lily felt a small pang of envy at hearing her story, remembering her own mother, the selfish junkie who had been the furthest thing from one, but she smiled brightly nonetheless. “That’s so nice for you, to have her so accepting of you when she and your dad got together.”  

The women further chatted about their family dynamics for a little longer, before Lily couldn’t help but broach the elephant in the room. “So, um. You and Manny.”

Hannah began to nod, her shoulders bobbing as she inclined her head. “I was waiting for that.”

“What’s the score there? I mean, I’m guessing you guys are, well I’m not sure. Is it an affair, or... what?” she asked, realising she truly was owed no explanation by a woman who was, at best, a very new friend.

“Yes, I think it’s safe to say that’s what it is. It’s... oh, I don’t know, Lily. It’s like, it’s all I can think about sometimes, yet I don’t want to, if that makes sense? I’m not thinking of the intricacies of it, I’m just...”

She was quick to fill in where Hannah paused. “Enjoying the thrill? I hear you, girl. I’ve heard the gossip about Manny from the hanger on girls around the club. He has a rep for being a grade A fuck.”

“I feel so awkward talking to you about all of this, with you being a married woman. I mean, I know Manny isn’t married, but are you tight with Carmen?” she winced, wondering suddenly, if Lily’s questioning wasn’t borne of the magnanimity it appeared to be.

“Oh, hell no, honey!” she breathed a sigh of relief. “Truth is, I can’t abide Carmen at all. She isn’t well liked. Now, that doesn’t mean I necessarily condone Manny’s cheating on her with you, but I think I get it. The more time I spend with you, the more I get it, at least.” Hannah frowned slightly, Lily continuing.  

“You give him way less of a hard time, for one. You’re naturally very easy to get along with, and Carmen, she’s hard work. It’s grating on him, too, her immaturity with the whole Lola issue, putting herself first there and not understanding how it is. I guess I kind of can’t fault that, though, because unless you have a child, you don’t understand how for a parent, they become the centre of your world. Carmen is used to being the centre of Manny’s, and she doesn’t like having to share him.

“It isn’t like he’s expecting anything much of her either. He does all the work with Lola when she’s with him, he only wants her to say hello to her, maybe hold her once in a while, form her own relationship with her, but she refuses to show even a grain of interest. I find that so hard to get my head around. Lola is such a lovely baby.”  

Her words were delivered with a simple shrug, draining her coffee and wishing she could have another. She was on a strict diet, though, preparing for her next fight, having to keep sugary, dairy-laden treats to a minimum. “Do you see if going anywhere, if he were to break up with Carmen?”

Hannah made a small groan of discontent, shrinking down in her seat a little. “I don’t know, and I’m scared to think it. Also, it’s the guilt there, too, that I’d be blowing up another would-be marriage down to impulsive actions. No matter how much trouble she’s giving Manny currently, it isn’t right, what we’re doing. I can’t help myself, though. I mean, you know, you’ve seen him.”

Lily smiled, covering her hand with hers. “He’s gorgeous, I’ll give you that. Even Angel said if he had to bang a guy, he’d choose Manny, and my husband is as straight as they come.” Her statement had her in soft fits, which was exactly what Lily wanted, watching some of the tension ease from her with every chuckle, the worry lines upon her forehead smoothing once more.  

“Oh, mami! He ain’t that straight!” A sudden boom interrupted, a cute guy in an apron moving to hug Lily.

“Hey baby! Aww, I missed you!” she cried, kissing her dear Carlos on the cheek. “How’ve you been? Oh, Hannah, this is Carlos, my friend, and my husband’s boyfriend.”

Hannah shook his hand, receiving a double cheek kiss, her face a picture of curiosity.” Hello, beautiful. It’s a little joke we have, since I absolutely do not hide the fact that I’m crazy for her man!”

“You should see him when he visits the clubhouse, he can’t contain himself. Last time he turned up there, Bish licked his cheek and I swear, this one nearly came in his pants,” Lily spoke, Hannah in soft fits, Carlos looking dreamy at the memory. A lot of the guys warded him off and wouldn’t entertain being playful around the fact that the cute little gay guy was enamoured with just about every man there, but Angel, Bishop, and Manny were three who always obliged, to hilarious results.  

With Carlos finishing his shift and the girls heading down to the yard, he decided to go with and pay everyone a visit, Hannah witnessing the hilarity first hand. She’d barely brought the car to a stop and Carlos was out the back door, sprinting across the ground, bouncing right up into a waiting Angel’s arms.  

“My papi!” he gushed, cuddling his head.  

“Thanks for bringing me my side piece, baby,” Angel said as Lily and Hannah approached, the latter laughing hard as Carlos rubbed Angel’s chest with a huge, happy grin. “Yo, calm down. You’ll make me hard, and I don’t got the dick room in these jeans.” He added, smacking him on the ass before setting him down, Carlos looking thrilled as usual from the attention.

“Not a lot of guys would have the security to oblige him like that,” Hannah noted, Angel grinning as he welcomed his wife with a kiss.  

“Just you wait until you see him with your baby daddy!” She didn’t have to, the three of them heading into the clubhouse just after Carlos to see Manny stretched out on a couch, the former literally climbing on top of him, Manny wrapping him in a full body hug.  

“Hello, princess,” he rasped, Carlos beaming.

“I love it when you call me that!” He then looked down at Lola, sleeping in her car seat beside him. “When did you? Is she? You and Carmen?”  

“Nope, that’s mama right there,” Manny pointed at Hannah, giving her a wink that sent butterflies right through her. “Happened in the BC time; before Carmen.”  

“Oh! Oh, she’s so pretty! I’d ask if I could hold her, but I see she’s napping, so I’ll just hug you instead,” Carlos replied, Manny laughing. He lay there completely at ease with being so heavily – and physically – flirted with, chatting away about the recent Raiders game, Hannah marvelling to herself as she moved to grab Lola when she began to grizzle. Michael would never, ever be that relaxed if a gay man acted like that around him, and she’d seen it with her own eyes.  

One of Emilio, Shonda’s husband’s best friends from high school was gay, and whenever Kevin had been around, Michael would always be on edge. He greeted everyone, male or female, with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, sweet and gregarious that he was, but Michael had never been welcoming to such innocent affection.  

“Dude! Do you got a boner, or is that your cell against my leg?” Manny suddenly exclaimed, Carlos grinning and shuffling against him, everyone in hysterics.  

“I don’t, but I can make it happen for you!” he cried, grinning wide.  

Manny just shook his head, taking it in his stride. “Of course, you can, princess. It’s my raw charm, man. Nobody can fight it.” Nope, Michael would have been throwing holy water on him. It was just another thing she found to like about Manny. Speaking of his raw charm...

“So, are you busy tonight?” he asked, just after Hannah had fastened Lola’s seat into her car.

“I’m not. Are you?”

He licked his top lip momentarily, the action making something entirely too pleasant ripple through her. “I am, actually. I was planning on writing the next great American novel.”

She tilted her head back, a smile tugging at her mouth as she wondered where he was going with that. “You were?”

“Yeah, with the tip of tongue right on your clit.”

Her eyebrows rose high, a little burst of laughter like song in his ears. “Then I’ll meet you back at my place?”

“Nah,” he began, reaching to stroke the side of her neck. “Mine is closer. Carmen is away for work, and I need you as soon as possible.”  

An hour later, with their baby sleeping soundly, Manny was making a very good start on his literary word count.  

[ask-missparker]

Runaway Bride / OUAT Series Au

Pairing: Charming!Nikolai x Snow!Amelia

Flashback: The enchanted forest

Note: Inspired a bit by the song ‘Burn’ from Hamilton

Extra characters: Captain Hook!Jeremy, King Midas, The Dark Prince Alexander and etc

Sequel to this fic

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Wedding belles in 24 hours.

She will be hitched and staying here in the castle walls in due time. Was she ready? No. Was she making the right decision? Most definitely—not! It was for the good of the kingdom, but not for her heart. She played with her engagement ring as she stood in front of the mirror, swearing a long white dress and plain white heels to purely match.

“What am I doing?” She muttered to herself, looking down at the dress that almost drowned her, “I can’t do this..”

The last few days have felt like a bitter cold joke.

A few days ago, Charming barges into her room just to tell her that he doesn’t love her. The royals were behind this and the man she loved went along with their plan for whatever reason. She almost went to find a cure to numb her pain, searching the land for witch to give her a vial to do so, but she didn’t have the heart to drink in it. Fitzsimmons were sneaking off behind Midas’s back on a romantic night and here she was in a damn dress?! She was gonna get married without her friends and family there!

She spent days trying to figure out what happened, but couldn’t figure out what it is that turned her world upside down.

Snow looked over at the letters and muttered, “Do you know what my lady in waiting said when she saw your first letter arrived? She said ‘Be careful with that one, love. He’ll do what what it takes to survive.’ Your words flooded my senses, your sentences left me defenseless.

She reread the letters he wrote her, searching and scanning for answers in every line for some kind of sign. The pastels that were marked with his little doodles. From the moment she read them, he said he was her. She was his. She muttered, “You were mine..still are.”

Tears welcomed themselves into her eyes as she glared at the sky outside her window, picking up a torch and grabbing a letter waiting for it slowly burn and thrown out window itself. She burns two more but stopped at a certain point, a small stack of letters searching for another way to redeem herself. Redeem him in her heart.

She wanted him to burn, but her heart crumbled at the moment scanning across a letter. She didn’t need to burn him exactly, but find him. Tell him how she felt, how she deserves an apology, an explanation for his actions and know if he meant it all.

———

Charming was standing and stabbed the tree before himself, as poems and letters played in his head. He spent the last couple of days drinking, eating and drowning himself in sorrow, his pirate hat was tightly wrapped around his head with every bite he made.

The cold weather came a breeze underneath his long coat, glaring at the skies. He and Jeremy were practicing a sword fight, as shouting and groans could be heard among the loudest of the woods. The suggestion of combat and nights on the town were a way to occupy his mind from the lush he left. No—the pain and embarrassment he left for leaving a love behind in sorrow, knowing he did what had to be done to survive.

To save both of this asses from death. But he couldn’t let her know that.

Jeremy swung his sword and yelled, “You have to go back for her soon.”

“I would love to but I can’t.” He replied, changing his stance.

“So what? The king is selfish and cruel, all he wants is the gold. Let’s say you do get her back, what would you do?”

“Save her from that castle, but she’ll be on the run for years.”

“I think that’s a risk we’re all willing to take, my friend. But I’m thinking she’ll be the one to save you.”

Nikolai raised an eyebrow, “How so?”

“You’ve been on your own for years.” Hook response, “Running for shelter, a way out of this land if possible. And this princess of yours, she gave you a gift.”

“Yes, I know the chain. In a way I feel content and connected with her due to its worth.”

“And her heart. She saved you from feeling this poor way. I should know, I fell for the mischievous Prince of Wonderland.”

“What do I do now? The king will have my head—my brother will catch me and chain me up in the dungeons to rot away.”

“Risk it! It’s better that she knows the truth about what happened, find her now or you’ll lose her forever. Don’t walk away from it.”

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——————-

The next day came, the sun was shining in between the clouds beneath them. It reminded the prince of his heart. It was being clouded by his judgement and fear, being let down for years now. Thinking it was better to not let his hopes alive again. In his small room of the ship, he sat staring out the decently size window.

It was the day of the wedding.

But not his.

He had two options. Wait it out or save his girl? It didn’t want want to talk about it. He pulled out a piece of paper, a simple drawing of his mother he kept close, hoping to find the strength to get her back, but at the end of the day he just wanted to protect her.

His brother was right about him being weak spirted but as he looked at photo of his mother, he reminded himself that he was still stronger than he bargained for. On his bedside stood a small stack of letters written directly to her, as he flopped back onto the bed reading every single one over and over again chuckling every once in a while.

Yes, he still loved her and will not give up on her.

Nikolai got out of bed and want out of the woods to practice his sword fighting and target practice using the same tree from the night behind, if he was gonna fight for her he needed to keep his strength up.

Just as a arrow was released from the bow and drawn back, it went flying past the tree to land nearby. He raced over to see where it landed, finding it on the side of a tree trunk. But what surprised him what was the figure next to the very tree, a hand written over the arrow locking her eyes with him wearing a flowing white, almost gray dress. Her hair was pinned down and curled in different directions but she looked like a Angel in his eyes.

Well, more like an angry angel.

“What in heavens are you doing here?” He shouted, pacing up to her.

She glared, “You got some nerve coming to me with that attitude.”

“You’re gets getting married this afternoon. Your not supposed to be here.”

“Oh yes I am. You deserve to give me an explanation for what you did. You said you didn’t love me!”

“Because I’m trying to protect you here! I’m not the right one for you, I only ever wanted something for myself..and I can’t imagine hurting you more than I already have.”

“Then fix it! Look me in the eye and tell me you love me instead of running away from your problems!”

Nikolai looked down and groaned, “I can’t! I don’t love you. And as for your information, princess, running away has me some good.”

Amelia scoffed sighing, “Has it done us some good? Has it done you any good as far?”

He was about to turn around and walk away then he stopped with a glare, “Excuse me?”

“Has it done us any good?” She barked back, “Cause from where I’m standing it has been nothing but shit. You’re letters you sent me, our first weeks sneaking off together and even our dances at every single ball in secret..you ran away after promising to see me again. And yet you come back to tell me that you never loved me in the first place..none of it felt right, you did you mean it?”

“Amelia please..I never meant to hurt you here! You think i want to feel this way huh?! Your letter left me defenseless and you will build palaces out of paragraphs to make me smile whenever I felt like drowning. Every week we spent made me only feel more comfortable around you and from the day we met I knew I was doomed! Because you walked into my life and I had no idea but to cover up theses feelings. Is that what you want to hear? I covered up my feelings for you by saying I hate you, that I don’t love you?! The night I found you I was tempted to say the complete opposite of those words.”

“What changed? Did I say anything wrong? Did I mistaken my actions for lies? You’re the one who said that you come from a family of lies and you were just playing with me!”

“Yes, I come from a family of screw ups and downplaying those memories are how I survived out here. But I was willing to let you in, but to save our heartache and I fear that I might lose you..I said those things..”

“I am getting married today..I ran away from the castle to find you..what changed, Nik? What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing. You never said or anything wrong that made me love you any less..I love you Snow..I do. But Shaw, he told me to tell you I don’t just to save our skins or else we would be killed! I can’t lose another person I love!”

“You won’t lose me. You..you did the noble thing to save our skins? I guess I was right here..he told you to take the hit or he will have our heads! Shaw is having me do all of this and hurt you in the process. You know what, I won’t marry Fitz, I’ll tell Midas the truth about us and then we can—”

“God, your as stubborn as it gets.”

He rolled his eyes and groaned, swiftly turning around pacing himself to place both hands on both side of her face. Without a split second to spear, crashed his lips onto her own shutting her up quicker than expected. It took her a moment to realize what he did and her body to click into what happened as she melt into into touch.

Every inch of pain, delay embarrassment and love was wrapped in that one kiss. Nikolai’s hands felt from her face to above her neck, as the other pulled her closed apologizing in between every single word, letting whatever tears start ringing in. Amelia hummed as a hand hover around his cheek and the other was place gently on his chest, feeling the salty tears that released from his grasp.

The kiss was passionate, tender and comforting. It was anything grand but it was meaningful. A long waited moment that was supposed to happen a few nights ago in that room, instead it took place in the middle of woods in between a messy argument.

He pulled away, pushing away the pin curls from her face and smiled sheepishly, “I am so deeply sorry for hurting you. I never met for this to happen, love. Your my sunshine in all of this and I will find a way to fix this even if it takes me forever to make it up to you.”

She smiled softly with fresh tears in her eyes and nodded, “You can take however long you need. I am here for however long you’ll have me, I’m sorry for what happened earlier. I should have never yelled at you, I’ll make it up to you some way.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Not possible.”

Before either one of them any add any other cheesy line, ruffling and shouting was head. He gasped and shook his head, she pulled his hood over his head letting out a shaky bread. Royal knights found them, pushing the other away the other as the pair fought against them trying to make a run for it. Nikolai was fighting a couple of knights, pushing them away from his ready when he heard as a fragile scream that came from the women he calmed to love deeply.

He was fighting and being thrown to the ground as he looked over his shoulder to see Amelia being tossed in a cage as she screamed. One knight was about to cut him until another yelled, “Enough! We came for the girl.” The horse that wheeled the cage moved away with the knights who followed behind.

“Charming!” She screamed in fear, “Nicholas..”

He stood up with a piercing deep glare stabbing two knights in the chest and screamed back, “I will found you! I will always find you.”

~~~~

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Amelia was tossed in front of the royal King Shaw and Midas as her wedding dress was now dirty. Two knights holding her equally on both sides as she struggled to be set free, begging for them to let her go. Fitzs and Jemma run in gasping in shock at what happened.

Shaw glared, “So daughter you are. You disobey me, run away on your wedding day and embarrassed the Kingdom over some foolish love. Your supposed to marry him today!”

“I don’t love him.” She yelled back.

“Quiet!”

“You don’t know anything about connections.”

Fitz spoke up and stood in front of his father in defense of Snow and said, “She’s right father, she doesn’t love me. Nor do I love her. I love Princess Jemma Forest Red, Amara Snow White’s sister, and she loves me.”

Midas looked between the love birds and the young princess yelling at Shaw. He sighed, “Leo, son, I choose Snow because she took charge! She helped save us that day.”

“And so did Jemma! She was the one who signaled to her to take the bow and arrow, keeping a protective hand over me the whole time and thought the same thing as all of us. She is meant to be my way, she is smart, kind and patient. Everything you could ever me to marry. King Shaw just wants our money forcing this marriage onto us.”

“Son the wedding preparations..”

Jemma followed up, “We can have it changed. I can help plan an even more timely wedding and focus on the good for the kingdom..I love your son, Midas. I didn’t speak up before because I was scared what you might say, I was trying to be respectful of the whole situation but I can’t stand by my friend being hurt and the man I love marrying someone else.”

Midas gaze fell onto the trio of young royals, realizing the huge mistake was made here and he should’ve seen past it all in the first place. He apologizes to his son and the girls for the hardships they must’ve been doing to keep this a secret. Jemma took one look at her newfound sister and nodded saying that Shaw has made us into what he became, inflected hurt and tiredness towards the two of them that he should be locked up for his crimes. Amelia smiled at the two of them taking a stand and helping her out. Midas listened well and good, as his knights ripped Shaw away from the room as his groans and shouts could be heard from down the halls.

Jemma and Fitz rushed helping up from the ground as the trio hugged tightly.

———

—————

Once the long and hard work overdue in the castle, Snow excused herself from the round table by dinner and entered her bedroom in deep silence. She had tried to make an effort to convince Midas to let her leave the castle walls by morning to find her own true love and the man agreed to let her go, ordering his men to have a horse in the stables waiting for her by dawn.

Snow looked out the window as she clinging onto her chest hoping Nicholas will find her in time and not have her be trapped in this place forever. Some of Shaw’s men stayed behind keeping a watch on the princess threatening her if she left, there will be no more room in the world for her to hide.

She sighed looking over her shoulder to notice a plate of fruit resting on her nightstand, she half smiled assuming that it was one of the lady in waiting who set her up a late night snack for late, walking over she saw a small gathering ranging from blueberries to cherries.

But the one of caught her eye was the juicy red apple that was waiting for someone to come and take to their pleased mouth. Snow picked it up and took one thick crunchy bite of the apple humming at how delicate yet delicious it was.

Suddenly her eyes rolled back to the back of her head as her body hit the floor in a deep breath. Without a second doubt her unconscious body was gulped down in a huge black cloud dissolving from the room and reappearing in a dungeon.

A pair of brown eyes dressed in black leather and dark boots within that castle watched her with a smirk from his mirror.

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Will Charming save the princess from her slumber, recognizing he’s been that same place before? 

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[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

On Death's Doorstep (pt 36/?)

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Word count: 1501

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Anxceit, Karrot Kings

Warnings: kidnapping, evil government agencies, abandonment issues, certain characters need therapy

~~~START~~~

And to think, when Janus woke up this morning, they’d thought the only plans they had were to watch the end of Totoro with Patton. Poor, naive first-thing-in-the-morning Janus, little did they know.

The entire household, minus Patton, was assembled in the living room that had been Virgil’s for less than twenty-four hours before he’d run off to be stupid and heroic. Some of the tension that hung thick in the air might have been due to the fact that this was the first time Logan and Remy had been in the same room since Remy’s resurrection, but Janus had more important things on their mind than whether or not Logan was a bad father.

Remy had turned the TV on sometime between when Janus had left, and when Logan brought them back down, so now they had the dull voices of the either incredibly oblivious or paid off newscasters as they speculated the identities of the victims and the likelihood they would be saved droning on in the background. In Janus’s — admittedly biased — opinion, only a moron would fail to see that this was a targeted attack; a completely unknown villain attacks a mall, steals nothing, kidnaps two civilians, and leaves without a fight? Unrealistic.

No, unfortunately all the pieces seemed to be coming together, and Janus did not like the picture they were forming. First, someone somehow knows — or guesses — where Logan will strike, and frames him for blowing up a building and killing a vigilante; then the Director of the Metahuman Affairs Agency shows up on the doorstep of the mother of said vigilante and asks some… probing questions that suggest the Agency is out to get the father of the vigilante (who happens to be Logan); and finally, a supervillain just happens to kidnap the fathers, and only the fathers, of the city’s runaway superhero.

The MAA were the clear culprits, and Janus did not like Virgil’s odds in this fight.

“We have to go after him!” Roman declared loudly, lowering his volume only slightly when shushed. Patton had mercifully stayed asleep so far, and while their luck couldn’t last forever, no one wanted to fast track that conversation. “He’s one of us now, and he needs our help.”

“As much as I want to go after him,” Janus said, all the while shooting worried glances towards Patton’s door. “We don’t know where he went. He can track people and teleport; we have no leads to follow.”

“Maybe he’s–”

Whatever Remy was going to say was cut off suddenly as Patton’s door began to creak open.

Everyone held their breath as a barely awake Patton shuffled out, cat stuffie clutched in his hand.

“Daddy?” He asked, pushing his glasses up with one hand in order to rub the sleep from one eye.

Janus looked to Logan to help; the older man merely gestured at Patton as if to say, “this is your job”. Right, Janus’s job. They could do this.

Janus steeled themself up and tried to project an air of calm — it wouldn’t do to add to the distress Patton would no doubt be feeling in the air.

“Hey, buddy,” they started, approaching Patton slowly, like he was a bomb just waiting to go off. Patton, unfortunately, was already starting to tear up. “Daddy’s not here right now–”

“No!” Patton yelled, cat stuffie held against his heart in a death grip.

“It’s gonna be alright–”

“NO!”

“Pat–” Janus reached out to comfort the child, but their hand passed right through him.

“Nonononono!” Patton continued to scream, but Janus was more focused on their hand and the way it passed this way and that through Patton’s shoulder and arm without making any kind of contact.

“Logan, dear,” Janus heard Babs start behind them.

They were starting to panic, and they knew most of it wasn’t their own, that Patton was unintentionally projecting, but that didn’t make it any easier to overcome.

“All the floors are phase-proof,” Logan replied, no doubt answering his mom’s unasked question.

“Patton please,” Janus begged, unable to get their hands on the screaming five-year-old. “We’ll get him back, I swear!”

But Patton wasn’t listening. The cat slipped from his hands and landed solidly on the ground. The lack of comfort item in his grasp only caused Patton to wail louder.

Janus wished desperately that they knew the right words to say that could comfort Patton, that they could hold him while his world fell apart. But all they could do was watch helplessly as Patton cried for his dad.

Eventually, someone sat on the floor next to Janus. They turned to find Remus picking the cat stuffie up off the ground. She started making the cat dance around as she told what Janus found to be a very strange story about the cat’s adventures; it wasn’t until the third left-field plot-twist that Janus realized what she was doing.

They were trying to shock Patton out of his distress. They were trying to soothe him with their voice and surprise him with her words.

It wasn’t until the cat’s boat was sunk by the Kraken that Patton’s wails quieted into sniffles, and by the time the Kraken married both Godzilla and Mothman — with the cat as the Best Man, of course — that Janus found they could reach out and touch him.

Gingerly, they pulled Patton into their arms. He went willingly enough. Their distress spiked from the direct contact with the still projecting Patton, but there was something almost cathartic about it now.

“It’s not forever,” Janus promised, fat tears rolling down their face as Remus handed Patton the cat back. “We’ll bring him back as soon as we can.”

“Promise?” Patton asked weakly.

“Double pinky promise!” Two Remuses said at the same time, offering their pinkies to Patton. Patton didn’t take them, but he seemed satisfied as he leaned further into Janus’s embrace, panic receding slightly.

Janus looked around to find that while one Roman was hovering nervously, and another one and Logan had gone to make breakfast in the kitchen. Barbra was staring directly at the TV, but Janus didn’t doubt she was paying more attention to them than she was to the news, and they didn’t mind thinking so. Remy looked away quickly when Janus glanced at her, but she had definitely been watching the scene as nervously as Roman was.

“Are you hungry?” They asked Patton gently. The toddler nodded against their chest. “Do you want to go to the kitchen with Roman?”

“‘Kay,” Patton answered tiredly.

Roman moved instantly, carefully lifting Patton from Janus’s grip.

“Come along, my young prince,” he said, lacking his usual enthusiasm. “We shall venture forth and find some pancakes!”

“I don’t know how anyone raises children,” Janus muttered once they were far enough away, leaning fully against Remus. “Especially superpowered children.”

Babs laughed. “Logan was a handful, that’s for sure. Of course, I did have the unfair advantage of knowing what he was going to do a little in advance.”

“What about Emile?” Asked Janus before they suddenly realized their mistake. They tried to backtrack, but Barbra was already waving them off.

“I don’t mind talking about Emile,” she smiled a little sadly, but mostly fondly. “The best way to honor his life is to share it.”

Logan definitely did not share this philosophy, and the only reason Janus even knew about Emile was because they’d needed Logan to explain his sudden change in demeanor before they’d allow him to commit crimes with them.

“Emile was very bright,” Babs said, doing a wonderful job of acting like she didn’t know what Janus was thinking. “He could have gotten into trouble if he’d had a mind for it, but he never did. He adored his brother, and was always following Logan around — of course, Logan adored him too, but you’d never hear him admit it.”

“Did he have powers too?” Remus asked eagerly, Janus was pretty sure she and Roman had been pestering Barbra for stories about Logan as a child and had been taking in every scrap of information hungrily.

“He had a touch of super strength, but he almost never used it — mostly he just pulled the fridge out when his father had a mind to clean behind it. My boys,” she mused wistfully. “I hope they’re showing Atlas what for.”

Janus tried to smile at that, but they didn’t have much in them.

“I’m worried we’re not going to be enough for Patton,” they admitted. “But I don’t know what to do besides getting Virgil back.”

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this,” Remy started, raising her hand. Janus and Remus both startled, having almost forgotten she was there, Babs just smiled encouragingly. “But I think I have an idea.”

Janus looked at her, then at the TV she’d been watching. A hero Janus vaguely recognized from the news was escorting Backlash out of an abandoned-looking warehouse. Behind them, a second hero was escorting the mostly unscathed Thomas and Nico Flores-Sanders.

~~~END~~~

Ten points to whoever can guess what the supervillains’ next move is lol

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Doctor Who episodes ranked let’s go

(o’th’ revived era. and eight’s movie because i’ve seen it)

and two-parters are counted as one, but i get to define what a ‘two-parter’ is. this is because i’m in charge not you

9.11 Heaven Sent aka the stars align and somehow Moffat manages to pull an incredible script out of his arse after being stuck up there for so long aka Capaldi is the new Atlas from carrying his entire era aka now you understand why i’m splitting up some two-parters and not others aka ahaha 9.11 lol

3.8/9 Human Nature / The Family of Blood

1.9/10 The Empty Child / The Doctor Dances

3.10 Blink

2.4 The Girl in the Fireplace

4.12/13 The Stolen Earth / Journey’s End

1.6 Dalek

6.i A Christmas Carol

3.11 Utopia

4.8/9 Silence in the Library / Forest of the Dead

7.v The Time of the Doctor okay hear me out first thing is i’m an absolute sucker second thing is why couldn’t season 7 have actually seeded any of this with actual thought and subtly rather than mystery-box hackery it literally makes me think of how much better his era could’ve been if Moffat wasn’t so up his own arse

2.8/9 The Impossible Planet / The Satan Pit

7.iv The Day of the Doctor

4.11 Turn Left

3.4 Girldick

1.12/13 Bad Wolf / The Parting of the Ways

7.iii The Night of The Doctor aka my boi Eight finally gets done justice

4.10 Midnight

4.6 The Doctor’s Daughter

3.2 The Shakespeare Code

3.i The Runaway Bride

2.12/13 Army of Ghosts / Doomsday

2.3 School Reunion

6.11 The God Complex

4.1 Partners in Crime

10.11/12 World Enough, and Time / The Doctor Falls (look, i’m a sucker i know, and i couldn’t give a shit about Gomez and Simm, but fuck you Moffat actually figured out how to write human emotions. Talalay’s finest hour. Lucas’ finest hour. Moffat did not deserve a swan song but he got himself one somehow)

5.2 The Beast Below

8.8 Mummy on the Orient Express (despite the awful, horrible ending, see below (very far below))

4.7 The Unicorn and the Wasp

4.2 The Fires of Pompeii

7.12 Neil Gaiman’s Good Episode

1.1 Rose

5.1 The Eleventh Hour

2.7 The Idiot’s Lantern

10.1 The Pilot

5.10 Vincent and the Doctor

4.i Voyage of the Damned

6.4 The Neil Gaiman Fanfic Hour

3.1 Smith and Jones

4.4 The Sontaran Stratagem / The Poison Sky

6.10 The Girl Who Waited

1.2 The End of The World

5.12/13 The Pandorica Opens / The Big Bang

2.i The Christmas Invasion

6.7 A Good Man Jumps The Shark

5.6 The Vampires of Venice

4.3 Planet of the Ood

7.ii The Snowmen

1.11 Boom Town

3.12 The Sound of Drums / Last of the Time Lords

1.7 The Long Game

7.7 The Rings of Akhaten

8.6 The Caretaker

5.7 Amy’s Choice

9.7/8 Zygons. you can basically hear Capaldi’s back cracking from him carrying it

4.v/vi The End of Time, Parts 1 & 2

10.6 Extremis, the most underrated episode fuck you

4.ii The Next Doctor

8.5 Time Heist

6.1/2 The Impossible Astronaut / Day of the Moon

2.1 New Earth

10.3 Twelve Decks a Racist

9.ii The Husbands of River Song (yeah i’m a sucker, the ending gets me)

6.3 Curse of the Black Pearl spot, fuck

11.1 The Woman Who Fell To Earth (based on how it made me feel in 2018, looking back yeah the warning signs were all there)

5.4/5 The Time of Angels / Flesh and Stone

5.11 The Lodger

1.3 The Unquiet Dead

7.4 The Power of Three aka Chris Chibnall Shits Himself on Live Television

2.5/6 Rise of the Cybermen / The Age of Steel

7.9 Hide

10.5 Oxygen aka La Problema Es Capitalismo

8.1 Deep Breath

2.2 Tooth and Nail claw, fuck

1.8 Father’s Day

11.3 Rosa (bring back Blackman as an episode writer, she wrote Noughts & Crosses, she can do it)

7.11 The Crimson ‘Orror

6.8 Let’s Kill Hitler

6.5/6 The Rebel Flesh / The Almost People

4.iv The Waters of Mars

7.6 oh no it’s clara

9.10 yaay clara’s dead

5.8/9 The Hungry Earth / Cold Blood

12.5 Fugitive of the Judoon (again, based on how i felt watching it for the first time. it was a good episode and an interesting mystery box, just one filled with shit)

1.4/5 Aliens of London / World War Three

7.5 The Angels Take amy lol

2.11 Fear Her

8.4 Listen, aka the first episode that Capaldi carries, despite Moffat being himself again

10.ii Twice Upon a Time (ugh we could’ve had a brilliant trilogy to see out Capaldi, but instead we get Moffat masturbating on live television for an hour. look, The Doctor could have had an actual character arc - they feel like they’re on borrowed time after their resurrection on Trenzalore, after the events on Gallifrey they feel like any sort of feelings of ‘duty’ as last of the time lords (as errant and fleeting as such feelings might’ve been) are resolved, and after failing their BIG MASSIVE SEASON 10 ARC with Missy and getting stabbed in the back, and BILL [redacted for spoilers], they’re happy to accept their death - and that’s where the season ends. yuletide 2017 could’ve ended this arc, they’re taught the love of the universe again, they see the goodness they bring to all life - Clara, i am a good man. and when they sit down to die, those words ‘maybe just one more go’ could’ve had the weight of the universe behind them, it could’ve been the greatest who line ever written, had that line actually had weight on its shoulders. Moffat is a hack. mystery-boxing is hacking, end of story. Capaldi, the finest actor ever in the role, was done dirty by scripts with no weight and planning. Grand Moff lives up his own arse - that power gives him the ability to write incredible episodes such as Heaven Sent and everything he ever touched under Davies - but it makes all series, arcs and continuity fall apart into a pile of shit. this episode is the finest example - a universe of potential, reduced to one hour of self-congratulatory masturbation)

6.9 Night Terrors

11.9 It Takes You Away (the one with the frog god)

7.10 Journey to the Centre of the TARDIS

9.12 Heaven Sent Part II: Whoops

8.9 Flatline

7.3 A Town Called Widowmaker

4.iii Planet of the Dead

9.1/2 The Magician’s Apprentice / The Witch’s Familiar

6.12 Closing Time

3.7 42

13.i Eve of the Daleks (the aisling bea one)

8.3 Robot of Sherwood

9.5/6 Maisie Williams

6.13 The Wedding of River Song

5.3 Victory of the Daleks

8.11/12 Dark Water / Death in Heaven aka i’m sorry Gomez but not even you can carry this

3.6 The Lazarus Experiment

11.i Resolution (…of the Daleks)

10.2 Emoji Robots

8.2 Into the Dalek

10.5 Knock Knock. Who’s There? Yer mum

7.13 The Name of the Doctor aka the Biggest Waste of Richard E. Grant until Rise of Skywalker

7.2 Dinosaurs on a Plane

10.8/9 The Pyramid at the End of the World / The Lie of the Land

Doctor Who: The Movie!

11.6 Demons of the Punjab

7.1 Asylum of the Daleks

7.8 Cold War aka i’m starting to think Mark Gatiss might be a bad writer actually

3.4/5 Daleks in Manhattan / Evolution of the Daleks

11.5 P’ting

9.3/4 Under the Lake / Before the Flood aka the Biggest Waste of Peter Serafinowicz since the Clone Wars didn’t bring him back. also a deaf person falling in love with their interpreter is the most toxic thing ever. and it’s 90 more minutes of season 9 tedium ugh

2.10 Love and Monsters. yeah this high up

8.7 The anti-abortion episode. and it’s not just for that fact alone nonono, The Doctor is such an unbelievable unforgivable cunt this time. at least Clara calls them out in that brilliant final-ish scene BUT they’re still unforgivable AND they get forgiven anyway next week?? literally they take the way Clara’s character arc was going and throw it all in the bin

8.10 In The Forest of the Shite

11.7 Kerblam!

10.9 Empress of Mars aka i’m starting to think Mark Gatiss might be a bad writer actually

9.i Last Christmas aka remember how they reset Clara’s character arc after Mummy for literally no reason???? THEY FUCKING DID IT AGAIN!! she’s literally put in limbo for an ENTIRE SEASON, after they gave her TWO good offramps and apparently chickened the fuck out from using them?? and expected me to care when she (spoiler)? also the episode’s like really boring. bonus points for the absolutely perfect casting of Nick Frost tho, very nominative determinism

10.i is my hatred of Doctor Mysterio unwarranted? probably. but i still hate it

12.8 The Haunting of Villa Diodati, the most overrated episode fuck you. no it is not ‘the only good episode of season 12’ - it’s just as bad as the rest. The Doctor is unnecessarily unlikeable. the villain boy is nonsense, uninteresting and unlikeable. and worst of all - i don’t want to have violent sex with any of the people in this villa

12.4 Nikola Tesla’s Tower of Terror

11.8 The Witchfinders

9.9 Sleep No More aka i’m starting to think Mark Gatiss might be a bad writer actually

13.2 Flux Part 2: War of the Sontarans (oh yeah like they don’t do war normally, that’s like saying the fucking ,, toasting of the toaster or something)

7.i The Doctor, the Widow, and the Wardrobe (it’s only Chibnall from here on out let’s goo)

12.1/2 Spyfall. literally how the FUCK do you waste both Stephen Fry AND Lenny fucking Henry how the fuck. also The Doctor basically committed a nazism right

12.3 Orphan 55, the second most underrated episode - a lot of people say it’s Chibnall’s worst but i think there’s worse

12.i Revolution of the Daleks (the priti patel one)

11.2 The Ghost Monument

13.4 Flux Part 4: Village of the Angels

11.10 The Battle of Rashhcjxjshog s Kjalapados

12.7 Can You Hear Me? (that was the one with the finger guy. no i don’t mean jonathan banks)

11.4 Spiders in Sheffield

12.6 Praxeus

12.9/10 how did they let chibnall get away with it. isn’t there supposed to be oversight. aren’t there supposed to be safeguards. how did they let him get away with it

13.1 Flux Part 1: The Halloween Apocalypse

13.ii Legend of the Sea Devils

13.3 Flux Part 3: Once, Upon Time

13.iii The Power of the Doctor aka thank fuck, it’s finally over

10.5 Flux Part 5: Survivors of the Flux

10.6 Flux Part 6: Fuck You Chibnall

[for-yoongi0309]

From Agust D with love | A look at SUGA’s musical journey by way of Agust D

Your troubles don’t disappear even when you become famous: “Sometimes it does hurt, sometimes I’m so upset I could cry.” But what’s changed is that SUGA now embraces that “there’s lots of different views” and that he’s “just another person” — He’s learned to call himself “just another person” as he sees the whole world that surrounds him but goes even further to contemplate how it is that people can keep on loving despite their inner pain. SUGA, the musician who pushed his way through all his pain and healed himself in Agust D

First, there’s SUGA, the BTS member. When SUGA produces music for an artist other than BTS or himself, the song’s title is followed by his producer credit: “Prod. SUGA.” And then there’s Agust D, his alter ego that’s made an appearance for his two mixtapes, Agust D and D-2, as well as his album D-DAY, due to be released on April 21. As Agust D, he creates a full record of his life as SUGA the BTS member, SUGA the producer and Min Yoongi, the everyday man. In 2016, just after BTS began their runaway success with the 2015 release The Most Beautiful Moment in Life, SUGA put out Agust D, where he examined his life from his “arrival in Seoul on November 7, 2010” (“724148”) until he found “success even my family couldn’t have foreseen” (“give it to me”). By the time he put out D-2 four years later he had become a global superstar and labelled himself as someone who could be “born in a ditch but rise up a dragon” (“Daechwita”). In the span of that time—back in the early hours of May 3, 2014, before The Most Beautiful Moment in Life had yet to come—SUGA, as Agust D, spoke to “pretending not to feel lonely, not to feel bothered, just fine, make it look like I’m extra tough, while there’s a wall in my way” (“140503 at dawn”). He had arrived at his D-2 era: a time when “change comes to all,” including himself, in “a void I felt because I fly so high” (“Moonlight”)—a level of popularity that had no end in sight. SUGA takes a good look at himself in all his albums as Agust D—albums that ultimately chart where he got his start and who he’s becoming.

“There are times you’re worn out and having a hard time,” SUGA says when talking about the track “People” off D-2 in the documentary SUGA: Road to D-DAY, coming to Disney+ and Weverse on April 21. “And that's when I listen to the song. And I cry a lot.” SUGA’s journey from Agust D to D-2, and especially “People” during it, stands as testament to the changes his life underwent during that time. He confesses in “The Last” off Agust D that he suffered from “self-hatred and depression that’s come back around” dealing with his “accident as a delivery boy” as he “debuted clutching my fucking shattered shoulder.” It’s just like when SUGA mentions in the documentary that he “expressed things I was really anxious about” in Agust D. Though his dreams of success seemed to be right within his reach, his shoulder continued to pain him, and all the hurt that he carried from the time of his debut until he found success may have contributed to, in his words, being “anxious.”

But by the time he writes “People,” he’s sounding much lighter: “Why so serious? … I’m so serious?” Your troubles don’t disappear even when you become famous: “Sometimes it does hurt, sometimes I’m so upset I could cry.” But what’s changed is that SUGA now embraces that “there’s lots of different views” and that he’s “just another person” even with his immense success. He has attained the fame he longed for but now grasps how “we’re all gonna fade” and “nothing in this world lasts forever.”

“People” marks an important turning point in the Agust D trilogy. Following “People” and two more songs including “Interlude: Set me free” is the final track off D-2, “Dear my friend,” a sad story that took place between him and a friend. Here he’s less focused on spilling his heart out about the past as he did on Agust D, instead rapping, “I still fucking hate you,” against a calm, contemplative keyboard. In D-2, SUGA literally draws on the word “People” and both understands and accepts them through his own particular perspective, and at the same time no longer looks back on the past in anger. He went a step further and realized that, despite his soaring popularity, it might not last forever, and that’s allowed him to take a more levelheaded look at himself. Road to D-DAY is both an exploration of the music SUGA worked on while making the album and a search for a greater truth. He worries about what he’ll talk about on the album that will go on to become D-DAY. But he continues to make music throughout and looks to meet the late Ryuichi Sakamoto to find his way as a musician. Why does he still seek to be an artist when he’s achieved virtually everything that could be considered success in the world? SUGA has gone from reckoning with his past in Agust D, to finding a new perspective on himself and the world in D-2, to questioning the very nature of music itself from an artist’s perspective in D-DAY. And it seems part of the answer is in “People Pt.2” featuring IU, the first track released ahead of the album, on April 7

“If you can’t hold back, it’s okay to cry.”

SUGA talked about the relationship between a person and other people and the world as a whole in “People” (“Everybody changes / Just like I changed”); part two takes the form of something like a conversation between himself and IU, who “dreamt of a future together” but “who tore down the sand castle.” The first “People” was actually singular, but “Pt.2” is indeed plural. Love becomes possible in a relationship of plurals, meaning “endless people” can make “love that has passed by,” with many questions arising as a result: “Is love wholly perfect on its own?

… Selflessness can actually be selfish too.” Still, “they say life’s a struggle between resistance and submission / I say it’s a struggle against loneliness,” and so people love others. What changed in the time “People” and “People Pt.2” is that the musician behind them has developed a greater interest in, and affection for, other people and the world they live in. He’s learned to call himself “just another person” as he sees the whole world that surrounds him but goes even further to contemplate how it is that people can keep on loving despite their inner pain. SUGA, the musician who pushed his way through all his pain and healed himself in Agust D and continued on with D-2 now comes to us with D-DAY as someone who is able to talk about loving others. On the long, difficult road called life, some people find love the way only a musician can.

© Kang Myungseok (Weverse journalist)

[whumpy-bi]

Original Work: The Investigator

Warnings: implied kidnapping to be explored in future installments, disappearances

Words: 1097

Note: this is way longer than most of my other posts, but I wanted to try a more substantial story with my own characters. This is also just going to be a collection of whump tropes I particularly enjoy, so I hope y’all like it too!

Owen had sent the message to his consultant around two in the morning, when he absolutely should’ve been sleeping. But, instead, he was hunched over his computer as usual, multiple tabs open with deep web pages and unmarked files he’d personally found.

This is happening too much to be a coincidence. There’s a pattern here.

Owen opened up his map program again, marking out every disappearance he’d been told about in the last six months. Every victim—they ranged in age and background, Owen couldn’t observe a pattern with them—was last seen in the same area, a long stretch of road across town with an array of local businesses and offices. He knew the street, it was only a few blocks away, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually been there. The authorities had written all of them off as runaways, they had mostly dismissed all of them. But what were the odds of so many people, in so many circumstances, going missing in the same place?

Owen mumbled to himself, resting his head on his hand. “There’s no way. No way.”

He scrolled through the map, watching the road as it moved further and further south into a huge stretch of woods. Miles and miles of empty land, nothing but trees and a single road separating them.. Until—

Owen stopped when he spotted a building from overhead, zooming in and squinting. He typed the address out to his companion, sending it along with a screenshot.

This looks like an old cabin or something. What can you find?

His friend replied within minutes. Evidently, they also couldn’t sleep.

This guy owns it, he’s been real active in the search parties. Owns a big chunk of the land out there. Some kinda survivalist guy, runs a blog about it.

The investigator looked over the link his friend attached, reading the basic information of a social media page. “Benjamin, huh?” He mumbled to nobody in particular. “Looks like he’s got the only property on this road. Guess he won’t mind if I take a look around.”

I’ll head down there tomorrow. Maybe he can answer some questions about what’s going on.

Dude, what if he calls the cops?

I won’t do anything illegal, relax. Just a friendly guy coming by to ask about the area.

You’re not gonna break in again?

That was one time, okay? I swear to god, no break-ins.

Owen did manage to get a few hours of sleep after that, driving out to the cabin a few hours into the morning. Even with the summer warmth and bright sunlight, the expansive forest was beginning to creep him out. He could easily see how people went missing in this—if you lost sight of the road, you could absolutely find yourself stuck in an endless loop of trees and rocks and soil. No distinguishing landmarks, no breaks in the trees to civilization. Whatever search parties went through here, Owen could imagine they might have missed something.

When he pulled up, the house looked well loved. Hydrangea bushes in the front, colorful and watered, a very nice-looking vintage truck in the driveway, and a (somewhat tacky) Memorial Day sign hanging on the front door.

Owen awkwardly knocked on the door under the sign, his jaw shifting as he heard someone fiddling with the lock. The man who opened the door regarded him with a smile.

Owen’s first thought was that he looked like the photo he’d seen—pale, with light brown hair and a thick beard and eyebrows. His eyes were dark, but they looked kind, and Owen felt at ease for a moment.

“How can I help you, mister…?”

“Uh—hi. I’m, uh…Owen Jones, I’m a private investigator. I just had a few questions about—“ He gestured to the forest surrounding them. “The area, I heard you might be familiar with it.”

“Of course! Not to boast too much, but—“ The older man smiled wide. “I’m probably the most familiar with these woods.”

Owen smiled, his expression naturally warm and approachable. “That’s great. I’ve been tracking a couple…disappearances, recently. One of the victim’s families really hopes I can find an answer, you know?”

“Of course, of course. It’s been really tragic, I’ve been helping the police look for all those people. You seen the last one? Poor girl, young. About your age, I think, really horrible. I’ve still been keeping an eye out, myself.”

Owen frowned, nodding in agreement with his words. “Yeah, I did see the woman who just went missing. It’s happening a lot, so—I guess I just need to know if you’ve noticed anything suspect. Anything at all.”

The homeowner rubbed his jaw in thought. “Not that I’ve noticed, unless you count the occasional bear sighting. Some weird noises at night, maybe? But I could be hearin’ things.”

Owen nodded, his hand twitching a bit as he listened. “Well, I’ll give you my card…just in case you do hear anything. Maybe we can stop the next incident, right?”

“I’ll certainly keep an ear out.”

The younger man glanced back at his car, wincing. “Hey—could I use your bathroom before I go? Long drive back.”

Owen blinked slowly as he washed his hands in the cabin’s bathroom, glancing between his hands and his reflection. “Well…this was a whole waste of time, but at least he’s nice.” He frowned, remembering his previous experience with a very angry and very intense mechanic who had once threatened to kill him for daring to ask questions on his property.

As he smirked to himself at the memory of the man’s face, his eyes drifted to the window. The house had a small backyard, a little space of grass before the endless ocean of trees. It seemed nice—a fire pit, a single lawn chair and a bird feeder. But Owen’s eyes locked on something that seemed out of place, under the colorful lawn chair.

A dark metal circle, flat against the ground. It was just barely peeking out from under the chair, but it was unmistakable.

Owen’s mumble was barely audible. “What the hell…?”

He was heading for the front door a few minutes later, adjusting his blazer over his shirt as he walked out. “Thanks for talking with me, Benjamin, i appreciate it a lot!” A canned spiel Owen had said hundreds of times, the friendly words were automatic and (hopefully) convincing. He typed out a text message to his associate, finishing and sending it before he was back in his car.

I’m coming back tonight, something didn’t feel right. I’ll need you to drive in case it goes wrong.