#I just couldn’t draw while I was gone :( it was a really bad month

[weaselishmcdiesel]

What’s the proper way to apologize to all the people who attacked me in art fight last year who I couldn’t reciprocate/attack back/ whatever the word is because I was in another state. How do I properly make it up to them

[ilovemilestellersmoustache]

Chase Two Girls, Loose The One

WC: 1.4K

Summary: Connors priorities drift and it gets him to a spot he knows he can’t get out of.

The night was suffocating.

Y/N stood in the middle of a crowded house, the air thick with the smell of spilled beer and perfume. Laughter echoed around her, but she couldn’t focus on any of it. The music was too loud, the lights too bright, and she felt out of place in her heels and lipstick. Her eyes flitted over her friends, who were already too drunk to notice her unease, and she clenched her fists, wishing she were anywhere but here.

She hated parties. Hated pretending she was having fun when all she really wanted was to be at home, in her room, curled up in one of Connor’s old vintage t-shirts. They were soft, comforting, and smelled faintly like him—like those late nights spent with his arms wrapped around her, whispering about nothing and everything under the moonlight. She missed those nights.

But here she was, surrounded by people she didn’t care about, trying to force a smile while the one person who mattered wasn’t even looking at her.

Connor was across the room, talking to Katie.

Katie—the girl who had slowly, steadily, started occupying more and more of Connor’s time over the last few months. The girl who had gone from being a distant acquaintance to what he now called “a really good friend.” Y/N hated how casual that phrase was when it felt like a punch to her gut every time he said it. A good friend, as if that excused how often he spent time with her, how often his phone lit up with texts from her when they were supposed to be spending time together.

She felt her throat tighten as she watched him laugh at something Katie said, his head tilted just the way it used to be when they’d sit in the backseat of his car, talking for hours, stealing kisses between conversations. She couldn’t help but wonder—did he laugh like that with Katie? Did he draw stars around her scars? Did he dance under the streetlights with her? Did he hold her hand the same way, kiss her the same way?

She wanted to scream at him, at the whole situation, but all she could do was stand there, feeling hollow.

It wasn’t like Connor was a bad boyfriend. He was sweet in all the ways that counted. He’d walk her home late at night, carry her books between classes, and whisper sweet nothings only for her to hear. He made her feel like the center of his world—on the weekends. Because that’s what it had come to, hadn’t it? She got his weekends, while Katie seemed to have him the rest of the week.

He swore it was nothing. That Katie was just a friend, that Y/N was the one he loved, the one he wanted. But when you’re young, people assume you know nothing, that you’re being irrational. That was what Connor always said, wasn’t it? “You’re overthinking it, babe.” Or, “Come on, don’t be jealous. She’s just a friend.”

But Y/N wasn’t stupid. She wasn’t some clueless girl who couldn’t see what was happening right in front of her. She knew what it looked like. She knew the way Connor had changed—the way his texts were shorter, the way his kisses sometimes felt absent, like his mind was elsewhere.

Her friend Inez had been the first to say it out loud, to whisper the truth Y/N had been trying to bury deep inside herself for months.

“Y/N,” she’d said, leaning in close one afternoon at lunch, her voice low and careful. “I heard something… about Connor and Katie.”

Y/N’s heart had dropped into her stomach, a slow, sickening spiral. She didn’t want to hear it. Didn’t want to know. But she had to.

“They’ve been hanging out a lot,” Inez continued, biting her lip as if she didn’t want to say more. “But… I heard they’ve been doing more than just being friends.”

Those words shattered her.

She had confronted Connor later that night. She’d stood in front of him, arms crossed over her chest, trying to steady her shaking hands as she asked him, point-blank, “Are you seeing Katie?”

His eyes had gone wide, his mouth falling open in shock. “What? No! Y/N, what are you talking about?”

“Don’t lie to me, Connor,” she had whispered, her voice breaking. “Please.”

He had stepped forward, reaching for her, but she had flinched away. “Y/N, I promise, it’s not like that. Katie and I—she’s just a friend. That’s it. I would never—”

But she had heard enough. The late nights, the missed calls, the way his attention had drifted—it all added up. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was doing with Katie what he used to do with her. The way he looked at her, the way he seemed to care more about spending time with Katie than being with Y/N… it was too much. She couldn’t pretend anymore. Couldn’t keep ignoring the pit in her stomach, the ache in her chest every time she thought about them together.

So she had broken up with him.

“I can’t do this anymore, Connor,” she had said, her voice shaking, barely above a whisper. “I can’t keep pretending that you’re mine when it feels like you’re someone else’s.”

He had looked at her like she’d just stabbed him in the heart, his eyes filled with desperation. “Y/N, no. Please, don’t do this. I love you.”

But love wasn’t enough. Not when she felt like she was competing with someone else for his attention. Not when every time she looked at him, all she could see was the way he smiled at Katie.

“I’m sorry,” she had whispered, tears burning in her eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

And then she had walked away, leaving him standing there, his hands hanging limp at his sides, his face a mixture of shock and devastation. It had torn her apart, but what else could she do? She couldn’t live with the constant doubt, the constant fear that she wasn’t enough, that someone else had taken her place in his heart.

Now, standing in the middle of the party, watching him with Katie, that hollow feeling in her chest only grew. She felt like an old cardigan, one he had worn out, left behind, only to pick up again when the thrill of something new had expired. She knew he’d come back. He always did, didn’t he? He’d show up on her front porch under the light, looking regretful, apologizing, promising he’d be better. And maybe, for a while, he would be. But it would always end the same.

She knew this because Connor was the kind of boy who lingered like a tattooed kiss. Even when you thought you’d moved on, he left his mark, haunting your thoughts, your memories, your “what-ifs.” His smell would cling to your clothes, his laughter would echo in your mind, and no matter how much time passed, he’d always be there, a ghost of the boy you once loved.

Y/N glanced at the door. She could leave now. Slip out, change into one of his old tees, crawl under her blankets, and let the silence of her room envelop her. But she stayed. She stayed because some part of her—some small, foolish part—was still waiting for him to notice. For him to look across the room, see her standing there, and realize what he was losing.

But he didn’t. His attention stayed on Katie.

She turned away, swallowing the lump in her throat, and made her way to the kitchen, needing to put some distance between herself and the sight of him with her.

As she stood by the counter, staring blankly at the red solo cup in her hand, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, her heart skipping a beat when she saw his name on the screen.

Connor: Can we talk? Please?

Her thumb hovered over the screen, her heart warring with her mind. She knew what would happen if she replied. He’d apologize. He’d tell her he made a mistake, that he missed her, that things would be different this time. And she’d believe him. She always did.

But then what? A few months down the road, they’d be right back here. She’d be standing at another party, feeling alone, while he laughed with someone else. She couldn’t do it anymore. She couldn’t keep letting him in, only to watch him drift away.

Her eyes burned with unshed tears as she typed out a response.

Y/N: There’s nothing left to say, Connor. It’s over.

She hit send before she could change her mind, and then she slipped her phone back into her pocket, ignoring the way her chest tightened at the thought of him reading her message.

The night felt colder, the noise around her more distant. She was alone, really alone now. But maybe that was what she needed. Maybe, for the first time in months, she could start figuring out who she was without him.

As she left the party, the cool night air hit her like a wave, and she breathed it in, letting it wash over her. She didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, or the day after that, but for now, she was free.

And that was enough.

[simpforboys]

oki so Xavier with a dream and mind control reader (but they aren’t at all malevolently manipulative) who sees him staring or he is staring while reader does his makeup and reads his mind and dirty sub thoughts for reader to end up teasing Xavier until he’s all restless and horny and…yk sorry if this is bad i’ve never requested before but saw you were out of ideas<3

read my mind

xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: after accidentally taking a look at xavier’s mind, the thoughts overwhelmed you to strong feelings

warnings: smut, telepathic!reader, unprotected piv smut, dirty talk, smutty thoughts, fluff, swearing, mentions of masturbation, use of the word “mommy”

you could feel eyes on you. specifically the eyes of xavier thorpe.

you and him had this little thing going on for a few months. constant flirting, teasing, staring.

but it hadn’t gone more then that, much to xavier’s dismay.

he needed you so badly to the point where you were all he could think about.

and you knew it.

with your telepathic mind power, you were well aware of xavier’s thoughts.

they especially occurred at night time.

in the long hours of the night, it would keep you awake. you knew you were constantly in xavier’s dreams.

and you would be lying if you said you didn’t touch yourself to his thoughts.

the way he thought so highly of you turned you on every time.

tonight was no other.

xavier stared at you as you laughed with your friends. there had been a secret party down at an abandoned greenhouse that was on the edge of nevermore.

you kept glancing up and meeting xavier’s eyes as he talked to ajax. it felt like a magnetic pull was drawing you towards xavier.

and when you had such a strong feeling like that, sometimes you couldn’t control your power.

she looks so pretty… fuck. i need her so bad.

you could practically hear the begging in xavier’s inner voice. your eyes went wide and you immediately looked away, your face growing warm.

“you okay, y/n?” enid asked.

you nodded.

you were dressed in a sleek dress with a coat to keep you warm from the chilly night.

your legs were covered in goosebumps as xavier’s thoughts kept clouding your mind.

i need her to fuck me. i need her so bad.

it was like he was sending subliminal messages to you and making you purposely read his mind.

he was driving you insane to the point where your own core began to throb.

“i think i need some air.”

you quickly walked away from a concerned enid and yoko. you stood outside of the greenhouse, standing under a tree as you sucked in deep breaths.

“you okay, y/n?” a voice spoke up next to you. you turned around to see xavier standing there, his hands in his coat pockets.

“just needed some air.”

“you seem a little flustered, y/n. what’s on your pretty mind?”

you stared at the boy and bit your lip.

“or, what’s on someone else’s mind that you’ve read?” xavier joked.

“you.”

xavier looked at you in embarrassment, his face going bright red as he rubbed his neck in shame.

“i’m sorry-“

“it made me extremely fucking horny, xavier.”

xavier felt his dick twitch in his jeans.

“can we just- can we just get out of here?”

you didn’t know where the boldness was coming from. maybe it was the fact that you were so turned on and xavier was really fucking hot.

➽─────────────────❥

you barely made it through the door of xavier’s dorm before you two started making out.

xavier was kissing you hungrily, like he couldn’t live without kissing you.

you were laid down on xavier’s bed as he hovered over you. his warm hand trailed up your thigh and it lifted the material of your dress.

your clit was aching with need and all you wanted was to fuck xavier.

“is this okay?” xavier asked as he began to tug on the waistband of your underwear.

“please, xavier.”

he began to kiss down your neck as his fingers finally made contact with your soaking pussy. you bucked into his hand, needing some sort of friction.

you whimpered against xavier, your excitement clouding your judgement and xavier’s minds flooding your head.

i cannot believe she’s in my bed right now. i’m so fucking turned on, i need her to fuck me so bad.

“oh my god-“

some primal instinct finally got the best of you and you flipped xavier over. he was shocked as you slipped off his shirt, your dress quickly following.

“y/n-“

“you wanna be so fucking needy, huh? just constantly thinking about me fucking you?”

xavier was leaking pre cum all over himself as you finally pulled off his briefs. he was about 7 inches in length with some trimmed pubic hair at the base.

the sight was enough to make you drool, but that was going to have to wait. you needed him inside of you.

“i’ve wanted you so bad, y/n.”

“i know. it drives me fucking insane, knowing how badly you need me. how badly you crave me.”

“please fuck me- baby, please.”

his new pet name was enough to make you start grinding on xavier’s cock. his pre cum mixed into your wetness and created the perfect slick as you ground faster.

xavier reached up to unclip your bra as you pleasured yourself on his cock. he could feel your clit rubbing against his tip and it was driving him to insanity.

“beg for it, xavier.”

“please- please fuck me, y/n. please, you know how badly i’ve wanted you. please, mommy.”

“so fucking bad, xavier.”

you grabbed his cock and slid it gently into your pussy. the new feeling was excruciating to the both of you.

“how would your little friends feel if they saw how much of a needy slut you are, xavier?”

you began to bounce up and down on his cock as he twitched inside of you.

“oh? does that turn you on baby? you like the idea of me fucking you in front of people?”

“please- please-“ xavier didn’t even know what he was begging for.

you were making him feel amazing, the pure bliss washing over his whole body. his thumb began making circles on your hard clit, his hips bucking up into yours.

“mommy, feels so good.”

“hmm i know, baby.”

you continued to bounce and grind on his throbbing cock. xavier’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy as you scratched your nails down his chest.

“i’m gonna cum-“

“hold it.”

“y/n, please.”

“i said hold it. be a good boy for me, baby:”

desperate for release, xavier grabbed your waist and began to fuck up into you. he leaned up, his face in your tits as he sucked on your nipple.

“oh my god-“ you moaned loudly as his tip hit your g-spot repeatedly.

“you’re gonna make me fucking cum, xavier.” you pulled on his hair as you met his hips with the thrusts.

when xavier felt your pussy clench around him, he couldn’t help but release. his cum spurted inside of you, mixing together as your body spasmed on top of xavier.

after a couple minutes, xavier continued to hold you against him. cum was now starting to leak out of your cunt and you listened to xavier’s heartbeat.

“i’ve liked you for a really long time, y/n.”

“i’ve liked you too, xavier.”

xavier grinned, pressing kisses to your head. “will you allow me to be your boyfriend?”

you smiled against his bare chest.

“yes, baby.”

[sluttywonwoo]

instead of you [part thirty-six] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, alcohol

word count: 3k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

“Nice hat.”

You gave Minho a sideways look. “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s cute.”

You tipped the brim at him, grinning. “Thank you. Jisung picked it out.”

“He has good taste.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to the double entendre so you didn’t, choosing instead to direct your attention forward, where your fake boyfriend was teeing up. 

Back at school, Jisung had gone off to play golf with a few of your mutual friends once or twice, but it was an expensive hobby, and as broke college students, they couldn’t exactly make a habit out of it. For a little while, Jisung worked as an assistant chef at a nearby country club for a couple of months which allowed him free access to their course in his off time, but juggling the job and his studies quickly became too much to handle and he couldn’t even keep up with his responsibilities, let alone have any free time to take advantage of the course. 

Considering how long it had been since he last played, you weren’t expecting much from Jisung’s first swing, but when he stuck the golf ball with his club, it actually went relatively far. Of course, you didn’t have much knowledge of the sport to go off of when it came to gauging how well he was actually doing, but from the looks on his brothers’ faces, you assumed he’d done pretty well. 

“Good job!” you cheered, running up to your best friend and kissing him on the cheek. “That was good right?”

He caught you with an arm around your waist and pulled you close. “Thanks, baby. It wasn’t bad, but it could have been better.”

“Whatever, you’re just being humble.”

“He’s not,” Felix piped up from behind the two of you. “Let me show you how a real golfer plays.”

You rolled your eyes in unison with Jisung but stepped back to let Felix tee up anyway, both watching as he took a couple of practice swings. 

“How much do you want to bet he comes in last?” Jisung muttered in your ear. 

“I’m not willing to go bankrupt over this, sorry.”

Jisung snorted and tried to muffle his laugh in your shoulder but it was still loud enough for his twin to hear. 

“Oi! I don’t want to hear it when you’re up thirty points over me.”

“Yeah, we’ll see, Lix,” Jisung scoffed. “Just swing already! We don’t have all day, mate.”

Felix shot his brother a look but did as he was told. He rolled his shoulders and focused in on the ball, huffing out a breath and drawing the club back over his shoulder. He put more power into his swing than Jisung had but hit the ball with the edge of the clubhead instead of the center which sent it flying a little off to the left. From what you could see, the ball still landed on the pitch. It hadn’t gone into the trees or the lake, it was just in a trickier spot to clear. 

“What was that you were saying about points?” Jisung asked smugly.

Felix groaned and turned back around to argue with him as Minho came up and took his place at the starting point. 

“It’s going to be a long day, isn’t it?” you muttered to Minho. 

He gave you a tight half-smile and shrugged. “You have no idea.”

-

It had only been an hour since the boys started and you didn’t think you’d ever heard so many insults and curse words thrown around in such a short amount of time, which was saying something. 

Jisung, Felix, and Minho were all neck and neck with each other, with Dom far ahead of all three of them. 

The course itself was beautiful. It was just across the street from the resort you were staying at, right on the edge of the water. You were able to see the ocean from the tops of the faux hills on the green, sparkling with the reflection of the sun. The waves were dotted with little boats and surfers all enjoying the good weather and making the most out of the afternoon.

You would have been content to spend all day there if it wasn’t so hot and you weren’t forced to stand around listening to your best friend argue with his brothers.

“How many more holes are there?” you asked Nikki, leaning over and whispering quietly so that the others wouldn’t hear you. 

“Too many.”

“Kill me now.” 

“Why don’t we get ourselves a drink when the cart girl comes around? It’ll make the time go faster.”

You grinned. “I like the way you think.”

-

You weren’t a stranger to day drinking, not by a long shot, but you didn’t want to get too sloppy while the sun was still up. You had long since given up on the little pact you’d made with yourself not to drink for the remainder of the trip— not that you’d ever really followed it in the first place. Nikki got herself a High Noon when the aforementioned cart girl came by, so you did the same, insisting on covering the tab for both of you.

“Please?” you practically begged. “It’s literally the least I can do after everything you’ve done for me.”

She seemed to think about it for a minute. “Fine. I’ll let you do it this one time. But don’t get used to it.”

You did a little dance in celebration and handed over some cash to the cart girl after she popped the tabs on both of your cans. 

“Want anything?” you called to the boys. “It’s on me!”

Felix was the only one to take you up on the offer, both Minho and Jisung making a fuss about not spending your money on them. Where was this attitude back at school? you asked yourself, scoffing at Jisung’s refusal. 

“I’m in the lead, I can’t afford to lower my inhibitions now!” Dom said. “But when I win, I’ll treat you to a pint, even though you’re canoodling with one of my opponents.” 

“I’m starting to think you guys have something against me,” you accused the two non-participants as you handed Felix his beer. “What, do you think I’m broke?”

“We’re just gentlemen,” Minho said pointedly, shooting Felix a look.

“You are broke,” Jisung muttered.

“Watch it,” you shot, waving your drink at him. “You’re not getting a sip now.”

“Babe, I didn’t want a sip to begin with.”

“Okay, well even if you change your mind you can’t have one.” 

He laughed and shook his head at the ground, walking back over to the teeing-off point with his hands on his hips.

Nikki was right, the afternoon did indeed pass a lot quicker with drinks in your hands. They kept you cool in the heat of the sun and the alcohol made the hours blend into each other.

In the latter half of the game, you started to pay more attention. You had finally begun to pick up what was good and what was bad from everyone else’s reactions to the shots and could actually tell for yourself. 

“Baby, can you switch this out for the driver?” Jisung asked, holding his current club out to you.

“Which one is that?” 

“The big one.” 

You selected the club he described and passed it to him, taking the one he’d just used to put back in the golf bag. He kissed you when you met him in the middle to swap the two, smiling against you when he noticed Minho looking on. 

“Sorry, couldn’t help it,” he whispered in your ear. “It’s too fun to fuck with him.”

Confused, you turned around to see what he was talking about only to see Minho standing a few feet away with his tongue in his cheek. 

“Thanks, baby,” Jisung said, putting his hand on the small of your back to remind you of what you were doing. “You make a cute caddy.”

Minho mumbled something under his breath that you didn’t catch but you figured that was probably for the best.

-

After golf, you hung out with Jisung’s family at the pool for a few hours before heading back up to the rooms to get ready for dinner. 

“Do we need to dress nice?” you asked.

Jisung peeked out from the bathroom to answer you, shaking his wet hair dry with a towel. 

“Uh, not like nice, nice but nicer than just jeans.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

You turned back to your open suitcase and rifled through it in search of something that fit the dress code.

“By the way, where did you go last night?” 

“With Minho?”

“Yeah, you were gone for like hours. I fell asleep and then woke up randomly and you still weren’t back.”

“Minho took me to some beach.”

“Did you have sex with him?”

You looked up. “Yeah. Why?”

Jisung shrugged. “Just wondering.”

You could tell he wanted to say more but you didn’t push. If you did, you’d only be hurting your own feelings. He had told you that himself. Jisung had been very clear that he wasn’t ready to talk about the Minho thing with you so all you could do was be honest and answer the questions that he asked, even if it was awkward and uncomfortable. 

You were so used to guilt by now that you almost didn’t notice the fresh wave that washed over you. You knew it was wrong to still sleep with Minho after everything— hell, you knew it was wrong before everything, but neither of those facts stopped you from doing it. 

You realized Jisung was still looking at you so you shook it off and picked up a random sundress from your luggage. 

“How’s this for tonight?”

“Looks good to me.”

An hour later, you and the rest of the Hans were seated around a table in a dimly lit restaurant. The sundress had been the right choice. The place was right on the water and open to the outdoor air so all of the other patrons were dressed pretty similarly. 

Jisung ordered for you after you looked over the menu together like always. Your hands rested on the table, fingers entwined for his family to see. You had been doing this for so long now that it was almost second nature to you. You had fallen into the routine a long time ago but you didn’t even have to think about it anymore. You probably wouldn’t even be giving the action a second thought had it not been for Minho staring at your hands from across the table. 

It looked like he was zoning out, like he wasn’t actually glaring at you holding hands with his brother but you couldn’t be sure. You kicked him gently in the shin to get his attention. He jolted and locked eyes with you immediately, erasing any trace of subtly.

“You okay there, son?” Dom asked, patting Minho on the back. 

“Yeah, yeah, ‘m fine. Just got a chill.”

Thankfully, everyone seemed to move past it and the conversation resumed. Dinner was otherwise uneventful. The boys recounted the golf game and Dom’s landslide win, while you just listened and nodded along when it felt right. It was a relief not to have to add anything to the discussion. You didn’t have the energy to. 

Dom stayed true to his word from earlier and bought everyone a round from the bar at the restaurant. You weren’t a big beer drinker but you didn’t want to be rude so you suffered through the whole pint, ignoring Jisung’s worried glances from the side. 

“You know I could have finished that for you,” he muttered. 

“I don’t want to look like a pussy in front of your dad,” you hissed back. “He bought it for us. And I didn’t want to be left out.”

Your best friend scoffed and shoved his hands in his pockets. “You’ll do anything to prove a point, won’t you?”

“You know me.”

-

Minho pulled you aside after dinner, once you were back at the resort. 

“Think you can ditch your ‘boyfriend’?” he whispered as you both fell back a couple of steps.

You stopped. “What, why?”

“I just want a moment alone with you.”

“A moment or several moments?” you challenged. 

He smirked. “I’ll take whatever I can get.”

“I can’t keep blowing Jisung off,” you sighed, “and neither can you.’

“You know he doesn’t want anything to do with me right now.”

“That doesn’t mean you should stop trying!”

“Look, can we not do this right now? When they’re literally right there?”

“You’re the one who pulled me aside right in front of them.”

You watched his jaw clench in frustration but he didn’t say anything else because he knew you were right. 

“Can you ditch him or not?”

You sighed again and looked back to Jisung. He was in what looked to be a heated debate with Felix. You didn’t need to hear it to know it was over something stupid.  

“I’ll see what I can do.”

-

Jisung barely bat an eye when you told him where you were going. 

“Okay, be safe,” he said as he kicked off his shoes. 

That’s it? That’s all he had to say to you? You wanted to ask him just that, but you were afraid of creating another rift between the two of you. Jisung had said he wasn’t ready to talk about it so you shouldn’t push, right? But was it wrong to keep leaving like this?

Going back and forth with yourself was only wasting time and Minho was still waiting for you downstairs. Fuck it. 

You grabbed a spare room key from the dresser, shoved it in the pocket of your dress, and left without another word before you could change your mind. 

Minho was right where you left him, leaning against the wall by the elevator hub. He grinned when he saw you. 

“Thought you’d never escape.”

You rolled your eyes at him as you let him lead you through the lobby by the hand. You were still wary of people seeing you together but the lobby was seemingly empty. 

“Jisung didn’t care. It was me who took forever.”

Minho paused, letting go of your hand as he gave you a concerned once over. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I don’t really want to talk about it. So, where are we going?”

He frowned, but only momentarily, quickly covering it up with a smile. “I- okay, um... remember how you said we don’t do ‘couple stuff’?”

“Yeah?”

“I thought maybe I could take you somewhere where we can do that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m taking you on a date, silly.”

“Really? Where?” When he didn’t answer, you groaned. “You and your stupid surprises.”

“It’s more fun this way and you know it,” he insisted, tugging you along by the hand.

“I like being prepared,” you argued. 

He grinned. “So be prepared for a good time.”

The drive wasn’t far at all this time but you were confused when he pulled into a crowded lot. You were even more confused when he didn’t turn off the car or more to get out of it. 

You turned to him in confusion. “Minho?”

“Y/n?” he parroted. 

“Where are we?”

“We’re on our date.”

“Yes, but where?”

“Did you not see the sign when we turned in?” You shook your head. He grinned. “It’s a drive-in.”

“Really?”

“Why do you think no one’s getting out of their car?” 

“I didn’t really notice, to be honest.”

“Too distracted by your hot date?” 

You didn’t spare him a reaction. “How’d you find this place?” 

“I did some research the other night,” he explained, “when you, you know, we talked about it. I figured this is about as close as we could get to a real date. At least right now.”

“That’s… really thoughtful.”

He shrugged. “Nah, it’s nothing, really.” 

“Well I was going to kiss you, but if it’s nothing—”

“No, no. I want the kiss. Give me my kiss.”

You chuckled, relenting as you leaned in. He met you halfway over the center console and kissed you sweetly. It was short but eager, just enough to leave you wanting more. 

You had to remind yourself not to get your hopes up. Sure, Minho was showing interest in you now, but what about when this was all over? Would he want to do long-distance? Did he want to date you at all? You had been telling yourself that it was just sex all this time but now you were on a date... but what did it mean? You could just ask but you were scared to ruin the moment, ruin whatever it was that was actually going on. 

You’d been asking yourself the same questions for weeks now and the scary thing was, it seemed like Minho was serious about you. He had all but said it outright to you. And here he was taking you on a fucking date. It was you who kept pushing back. You told yourself it was because of Jisung, but if you were being honest with yourself that was only half of it. You were afraid of getting hurt. You had never been in a real relationship before for that very reason. Well, that and you liked being single. It seemed favorable considering the dating pool of your university. 

“I want another one,” Minho murmured, leaning in again. 

“Nope, that’s all you get for now,” you teased, even though you did very much want to kiss him again. 

His lips parted in surprise. “Wha- why?”

“Because I only promised you one! I can’t just go giving my kisses away, can I?”

“Sure you can,” he argued. 

“That would lessen their value. I can’t wager them to get what I want if they’re not worth anything.”

“Your kisses are very valuable to me,” Minho insisted. 

“Because I’m sparing with them.”

Minho inched even closer to your face, eyes trained on your mouth. “So I can earn them,” you started to nod, “if I’m a good boy?” 

You almost choked on nothing, swallowing a moan. Minho watched your reaction with a self-satisfied smile and then settled back in his seat, turning his attention to the giant projector screen at the front of the parking lot. 

“We’ll see,” you muttered hoarsely.

He hummed, still looking forward. “I’ll be good then.”

lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!

[themorriganwitch]

Welcome home, Lieutenant / Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Summary: Your boyfriend just came home from his deployment and you found a way to thank him for his services

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Girlfriend!Reader

Words: 1,4K

Warning: no plot, just smut. MDNI !!!, unprotected sex (p in v), dirty talk, fingering

A/N: English is not my first language, so there will be mistakes. Feedback is always appreciated. 

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You feel his warm fingers circle on your hip, while his other hand lazily made its way to your right boob. You exhaled loudly when you felt Jakes fingers softly pinching your nipple, your hips automatically bucking behind, where your boyfriend was spooning you.

His hot breath in your neck made you shudder, a quit whimper leaving your lips as you felt his hand wander between your thighs.

It was early in the morning, so early the sun has not fully risen yet. Your boyfriend just came back from a 4-month deployment the evening ago. You do not really know where he had been and what that deployment had been about, but you saw how exhausted Jake was. After he had hugged you strongly, wiped your tears away and kissed you lovingly on your hair, he had just made his way into the shower before falling into the sheets. You had heard him snoring not only 3 minutes after his head met the pillow.

Normally you two stayed up the whole night after his deployments, needing to feel each other sometimes rough and hard and sometimes slow and passionate. But after Jake drifted into sleep that fast, there was not anything you could do but laying down on your side, pressing a soft kiss onto his forehead and wishing him a good night.

But now that he had rest a couple of hours, he woke you up by kissing you down your throat, ready to make up for all the time you lost, while he was gone.

He now sucked in a sharp breath when his middle finger teasingly rubbed over your damp panties. “So wet already, baby?”, he cooed, making absolutely no move to hurry up and give you what you need. Instead, Jake let his fingers rest right on the spot where your clit is, slowly circling the fabric, which draw another impatient moan from your lips. “Jake”, you whined again bucking your hips against his already hardening cock. “Shhh, honey, we’ve got time. Let me enjoy this”, is all he said when he intensified the pressure on your clothed clit a bit. “Jake, please. I need you”, you begged, your voice husky with desperation. “Honey”, Jake started while he pinched your nipple again. “When was the last time you got off, while I was gone?”

“Couldntgetoffwhileyouweregone”, you said hastily, hoping he won’t noticed how embarrassed you are.

“What was that?”, you could literally hear the smirk in his voice, his movement on your pussy stopped. You whined again. “I could not get off while you were gone”, you mumbled, feeling your cheeks burning with shame.

“I mean I tried, but it just didn’t feel like you and I could not enjoy it and I just couldn’t come, and I felt so tense and…”, you rambled absolute nonsense by trying to describe the desperation of your last couple of weeks with out him.  

“Oh, sweetheart why didn’t you tell me?”, he cooed, going back to teasing your clit through your now fully soaked panties.

“Could have told me how needy you are for me. That I am the only one that can get you off. Must been so hard for you, needy little slut. Your cunt aching, your pussy so wet and nothing you could do about?”, he asked softly.

Tears of embarrassment started to build up in your eyes, knowing that he was absolutely right. You nod slightly. “Say it”, he commands. “Say it and I will made up for every time you tried to get yourself off but could not because you are such a needy whore for my cock, my fingers and my mouth”.

With you face buried in shame in the pillow to you left you answered: “You’re the only one that can give it to me. Please, Jake. Need it. Need it so bad”.

As the words left your mouth Jakes hand finally wandered inside your underwear, rubbing your clit in tight circles.

“Good girl”, he praised, leaving hot kisses on your neck. Your hips start to move in the same rhythm he moved his fingers on your swollen bundle, your eyes closed with pleasure.

“Fuck”.

The air was steaming hot, the only sounds that filled the room occasionally were your obscene moans and embarrassingly wet sounds your boyfriend draw from you by sliding his fingers through your folds.  

“Jake”, you moaned, raising your hips in a desperate attempt to hint that you need his fingers elsewhere. Your boyfriend who of course immediately picked up on it, smirked again. “What do you need, gorgeous?”.

“Need your fingers inside me, Jakey. Need to come on your fingers so bad”, you whined not caring anymore about embarrassing yourself.

“Fucking Good Girl”, he groaned when he slipped two of his fingers inside your aching cunt.

“Jesus Christ”, you screamed as he curled his fingers up, meeting that sweet spot of yours.

You unashamedly started to ride on his fingers, chasing that high you need so desperately after weeks and weeks of involuntarily edging yourself.

“Gonna cum, Jakey. Please don’t stop. Need to come. Please”, you begged.

“Then come for me, pretty girl. Come for me, soak my fucking fingers”, he sped the tempo of his fingers, meeting that sweet spot again and again until you came with a scream loud enough to wake your whole house up.

Jake gave you a couple of minutes to catch your breath again before he softly turned your body around to him, the both of you laying chest to chest now.

His hands caressed your cheek lovingly, his lips meeting yours in a sweet kiss.

“Did so good for me, sweetheart. So proud of you”, he praised, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You smiled at him coyly, just wanting to cuddle up against his broad chest, feeling him finally close to you again. But after your post orgasm bliss faded you felt that familiar longing again, knowing you need your boyfriend again.

“What goes on in that pretty head of yours, baby?”, Jake asked smiling.

“Need you again…”, you let your lips wander to Jakes chin, pressing feather-light kisses down his throat.

“So so needy”, he mumbled, closing his eyes in pleasure as you pressed your lips on that spot right beneath his pulse. You sucked his skin beneath your teeth, nibbling on it just like you know he loves it.

He put his pointing finger under your chin, lifting your face up to meet his piercing gaze. His normally green eyes are now fully black and filled with lust. “I love you”, he said. You smiled at him, your fingers finding their way in his blonde locks. “I love you more”.

Jake pressed his forehead against yours before he raised your leg onto his hip and placed his hard cock on you entrance. He slipped into you slowly, knowing you would need a moment to adapt to him again after missing him for so long.

“I missed you so much”, he moaned deeply as he felt your walls clenching around him. “Fuck, you feel so good. Fucking made for me”, he rambled, slowly thrusting into you.

You hide your face in the crook of his neck, your hands wandering again into his hair, lightly tucking it. “Fuck, Jake”, you moaned, breathing the scent of him in. The scent you had missed so much.

He placed one of his hands in the middle of your back, his other hand found its way between your thighs and onto your clit. “Doing so good for me. So so good”.

He sped up his tempo, feeling your clench around him again and again. “Gonna cum, honey”, he warned you, pressing sloppy kisses your shoulder. “Close too, Baby”, you confessed meeting his hips eagerly.

“Come for me, baby. Fill me up. Make me yours. Mark me. Need your cum in me, Jakey. Fill me up like nobody else can”, you rambled feeling your high crushing over you the same moment, Jake cursed loudly filling you up as you begged him too.

You feel Jakes cock soften inside you, but you did not care. He was home and with you again. His gaze met yours and the two of you smiled at each other.

“Welcome home, Lieutenant”.

[countrymusiclover]

16 - The Day My Life Changed

Part 17

It's About Time

Tags just ask - @lover-of-books-and-tea @bvbwestfall @bubble-bluee @liesanddreams @bethanymccauley @skeletonontheroad @ashsallyblue2 @kmc1989

3 years ago

The football came flying at me where I caught it in my hands seeing Georgie grinning back at me. It was Saturday so we could just chill out with each other with no real worries. “Dang, you might be better at this than I am.” He nervously chuckled.

“Oh I doubt that, Cooper.” I raised my hand back and launched the football in his direction and he managed to catch it against his chest.

Georgie tossed it from one hand to the other. “I may be smaller than some of the other players. But my dad thinks I’ll still be good at it in high school.”

“Hey uh - have you ever thought about having kids when you grow up?” I asked him where he sent me a raised brow where I thought he wouldn’t reply but he did.

“Maybe. I don’t know. Why do ya ask?”

I paused looking at my white sneakers and the pavement. “I was just curious. I mean I think I might want’em when I’m older. I didn’t have siblings but I treat your brother and sister like they are.”

“If I have kids I’d want them to do sports and hopefully be good salesmen.” He threw the football back at me and I nearly dropped it on the ground.

I snorted back a remark. “And they definitely should love Connie’s brisket and tater tots.”

“See that right there is why we’re best friends.” Georgie chuckles pointing at me and I smiled back at him. All the while neither of us knew this conversation might be more serious in the future.

A few months later

I groaned rolling over under the blankets of my bed just not well with bad cramps just shooting through my body. I needed to go to school today for a math test but I couldn’t manage so my mom called the school saying I had really bad period cramps so I wouldn’t be there. Someone knocked on my bedroom door calling out my name. “Y/n, you’re friends are here. Do you care if they come in?”

“Uh yeah, mom. They can come in!” I called out lifting my head up from the bed laying my head back down when the door opened.

Hannah and Ashley entered the room and one of them shut the door so we could talk, sitting down on the edge of my bed. “How are you doing? You’ve been missing school lately.”

“I’ve just been feeling dizzy and sick in the mornings. I’m not sure why - it might be related to my period being late.” I explained trying to rack my brain around why I was still feeling so bad. I had never had a cold as bad as this one.

Hannah reached inside her backpack drawing out something. “How many times have you and Georgie slept together?” She holds up a pregnancy test stick in her left hand.

“Are you kidding me? It only happened one time. We aren’t like you and Ryker.” Covering my face with my hands I fell back on the pillows not really wanting to announce everything about our relationship even if I loved having such curious friends.

Ashley sent her a raised brow. “How did you even get your hands on that?”

“My mom thought she was pregnant after she had my little brother a few months ago. So hopefully it still works.”

Uncovering my eyes I glared at her. “I’m not taking a pregnancy test, Hannah.”

“Then what do you think is making you so sick? Cause you know you can’t go get a test at the hospital without an adult’s consent.” She pointed it out to me.

Signing heavily I sat up thinking for a second. “I know someone who could help and won’t ask questions. His Memaw Connie. She can drive us there.” I did the best to get out of the bed by throwing on some different clothes and my sneakers. Hannah, Ashley and I didn’t get any questions from my parents since they had both finally gone to work for the day.

Ashley knocked on the women’s front door after she drove us to her house. “Hey girls, what’s going on?” Connie opened the front door seeing the three of us standing on her front porch.

“Connie, please don’t ask questions but can you help me get a test done at the hospital?” I asked with pleading puppy dog eyes.

She paused for a minute before grabbing her keys. “Uh - of course. What kind of test?”

“The pregnancy kind.”

She nodded beginning the drive to the hospital without another word. The four of us entered the hospital and thankfully got a room without any questions. The nurse came into the room helping me into the bathroom leaving me to do the test. By the time the nurse came back in with the results I didn’t know what to think as she shut the door behind her sitting on the chair while I sat on the exam table. “Ms. L/n, I need to fill in some information before I give you the results.”

“Okay.” I nodded nervously wanting to know the answer already.

The nurse drew out a pen. “How old are you?”

“17.”

She eyed Connie. “And who is she to you?”

“A family friend. My parents are both at work so she said she’d take me here today.”

The nurse nodded and scribbled some more notes down on the paper, looking back down at the pregnancy test results avoiding my gaze. “The results of your test are this Ms. L/n. You’re three months pregnant with a baby.”

“Oh my god.” I covered my mouth feeling my chest tightening at the thought, not expecting to hear her say those words to me.

Connie touched my arm, signaling the nurse to leave. “Honey, listen to me. I’m gonna be here if you need anything. I have done this the wrong way with my daughter so if you keep it I’ll help you do it right.”

“Y/n, are you going to tell Georgie?” Ashley asked me.

Hannah stands by her side seeing that I was shaking with nervousness. “We won’t tell the guys or Georgie since it’s your kid with him.”

“I’ll tell him at some point.” I muttered under my breath, threading my fingers through my loose hair. My friends had dropped me off back home giving me time to think everything out yet unknown to me Connie was getting into a heated conversation with Georgie about me.

Georgie was working at Dale’s store stocking inventory until the store door was opened and slammed shut. He glanced over his shoulder seeing it was his Memaw who had entered. “We need to talk now!”

“O-okay.” He nervously responded, sitting the stuff down and following her into Dale’s empty office since he was off helping a customer so she locked the door behind them. “What is it we need to talk about?”

She dropped her arms down at her sides knowing she couldn’t tell him the thing that was super important. It was his girlfriend’s decision. “I can’t tell you exactly what it’s about cause it’s about your girlfriend.”

“What about her?” He asked her.

She shakes her head no. “It ain’t mine to tell. But you need to go talk to her. I’ll drive you to her house and you better not wait much longer.”

“Okay - uh let’s go then.” Georgie nodded slowly and the pair made their way out to her car making the trip back to the L/n house. He climbed out of her car rushing up the stairs knocking on the front door. “Y/n, Y/n, you home!”

Connie peaked her over the car standing outside of it seeing something her grandson hadn’t. “Is her bedroom window always open like that?”

“I know where she’s gone.” Georgie whipped his head around noticing what she had seen running back to the car and they drove off with him giving her directions to go find his girlfriend.

[unmaskthewriter]

O’Death {Arthur Morgan x GN!Reader}

Summary: Arthur always said revenge was a fool’s game. You believed him, that is until the end

A/N: I am in a bad mood so expect angsty stuff, lol. Also heavily and obviously inspired by the Jen Titus cover of O’Death. It’s kind of Arthur Morgan but not really, it’s very lightly mentioned they were more than friends. Pretty sure I made this gender neutral as possible, if you spot a mistake let me know so I may fix it!

Word Count: 1053

Warnings: major canon character death, angst

O’Death…

O’Death…

O’Death…

Won't you spare me over til another year?

Arthur is gone.

That fact kept ringing in your head repeatedly as if you needed any reminder. After escorting Sadie and Abigail to Copperhead Landing to reunite with Tilly and Jack, you returned to Beaver Hollow for Arthur. The camp was lifeless and deserted, a stark contrast to months ago when it would be filled with lively music and laughter. Mrs. Grimshaw lay beside her wagon, loosely holding her shotgun. You knelt down beside her, frowning at the bullet wound. She wasn’t the nicest woman, but she held the camp together.

But what is this that I can't see

With ice cold hands takin' hold of me

“Fuck.” You whisper before standing up and looking around. ‘It wasn’t Pinkertons who shot her,’ You come to the realization, almost reliving the chaos that occurred while you were gone. You followed tracks through the caves and up along the ridge behind camp.

Arthur’s cold, lifeless body lay on the ridge, facing the rising sun.

You couldn’t recall how long you were sitting there, only that it had been some time since the sun had risen over the horizon, gracing the mountain ranges and plains with warmth and light.

You wished you could feel that warmth, that light but you only felt empty and numb. For a while, you just held his hand, occasionally brushing the mud-caked and bloody strands of hair from his face. With a free hand, you traced every cut and bruise on his cold, pale face. His beautiful eyes you so admired were open, but had been replaced with a lifeless gaze. His lips that once would breathe life into you were cold to touch, turning a faint pink.

When God is gone and the Devil takes hold

Who will have mercy on your soul?

You wonder what life could have been if Arthur had said to hell with Dutch and his loyalty, and left with you. Arthur deserved to live in a cabin on a quiet property filled with beautiful scenery and vast wildlife for him to draw until his dying days. In another life, without sickness and death, perhaps the two of you would have made official the love you had for another, and filled the homestead with children. Instead, he is here, laying propped up against the cold, stony mountain ridge, having been alone in his death. Was he afraid in his final moments? Did he wish you had come for him sooner?

Light footsteps could be heard, but you didn’t care to move.

O’Death…

O’Death…

O’Death…

O’Death…

Arthur is gone, what else is there to lose?

“I came as soon as I could…” A familiar voice breaks the bittersweet, peaceful silence between you and Arthur. You don’t bother to look and see who it is, “Oh.” He finishes quietly. You only sniffle and shrug your shoulders, gently squeezing Arthur’s hand. You hear their footsteps approach slowly before kneeling down beside you. For a moment, Charles gazes at Arthur as his hand rests on Arthur’s arm.

“Have you seen the others?” Charles spoke softly and calmly. You shake your head, letting out a defeated, quivering breath.

“G-Grimshaw… she’s back at camp, dead.” You almost choke on your words, to which Charles sighs.

“We have to bury him… it won’t be long before…” Charles trails off, a small frown on his face. You nod quietly.

“I know a spot… facing the setting sun in the west… like he wanted.” You whisper, leaning closer and placing a gentle kiss between Arthur’s brows before forcing yourself to your feet. You never felt so heavy, yet so empty.

No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold

Nothing satisfies me but your soul

Charles carefully carried Arthur to the spot you suggested. He dug the grave while you collected flowers. Off in the distance, Taima stood alongside your horse hitched to a tree. After carefully placing Arthur in the grave, a moment passes you.

“Arthur loved you.” He spoke softly, placing a gentle hand to your shoulder. Your heart ached for a love that no longer existed.

“I know.” As the western sun had set over you both, you planted the flowers as Charles placed an engraved cross at the head of the grave. You wanted to feel at peace, but you could feel nothing but anger for Dutch, for Micah, for all those who had treated Arthur like a traitor in the end.

O’Death…

Arthur Morgan - Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness

It was fitting, for Arthur, but not something you could agree with. If notions such as justice and righteousness existed, Arthur would still be alive. As you stand and look over the grave, Charles comes to stand alongside you.

“Let me take you somewhere safe,” He offers, looking at you with pleading eyes, “a hotel or even a saloon. I just can’t let you be alone out here…”

“Nowhere is safe with men like Dutch Van Der Linde and Micah Bell alive.” You whisper, refusing to tear your eyes away from the grave.

Well I am Death, none can excel

I'll open the door to heaven or hell

“Arthur was sick, you knew that. You don’t know what exactly happened-“ He explains, placing a hand on your shoulder that you shrug off quickly as if it were a disease.

“What about Sean? Kieran? Hosea and Lenny? All dead because of Dutch’s foolish plans… and where is Dutch now?” You cry, clenching your eyes shut for a moment, “where is loyalty now… when the man who was like a son to Dutch is dead?” Your voice falters. Perhaps if you wished strong enough, you’d wake up and none of this would be real. Unfortunately, you open your eyes and Arthur’s grave remains. Small hands ball into tiny fists as tears escape your eyes.

O’Death…

O’Death…

“I know what you plan, do not-“ Charles attempts to negotiate.

“I must.” You tell him, at last meeting his gaze with bloodshot eyes and cheeks burning with tears. You swiftly turn on your heel, whistling for your horse. She gallops forward, and you mount her.

“Goodbye, Charles.”

My name is Death and the end is here...

[hkthatgffan]

I’m so anxious about doing commissions, and I’m always so honored and excited to be asked to do art for people. Especially for the fandom I love.

Money is a necessity, people work their asses off for it. There’s a certain kind of disrespect for that when you have the nerve to take it, promise something in return and give nothing with no explanation or just straight up ghosting/blocking people who ask for one.

I feel so bad for not getting people’s art done within a week, I couldn’t imagine sitting on a drawing, that will take me maybe a couple hours, for more than a month, let alone a year, let alone FIVE YEARS

I once finished a commission while riding out a hurricane.

I’m hoping it’s all a misunderstanding, that she’s okay, and just dealing with a lot of stuff. But communication is key when you do freelance art for a living. It lets people/ future employers/big commissioners know they can trust you. You lose that when you screw people over

Stan Pines will cheat you out of your money, but at least he’s giving you the illusion of goods and services

Exactly! I seldom commission art but the few times outside of Kiki-Kit that I have done so have always gone well (like with you, lol). Whether it's a $20 or $40 or even over $100 commission, everyone who pays for one goes in knowing delays can happen and that it takes time to make it. We're all human and things can occur. In every case, be it from the person paying or the artist making the commission, proper communication is always key on both ends to make things go well.

It all boils down to that with this situation. If Kiki-Kit is going through some hardships or is in a situation where she cannot work on comms rn, communicating that to her customers is important. Yes, we're all paying customers expecting a product we paid for, but we also are understanding of such situations and okay with working around it and giving more time (and even in my case I really truly felt really bad for her when she made that update post in June and I do honestly all things considered, hope she is okay). Of course, for the people who have been waiting years, that's a whole other story and she has a lot to explain to them, but for people like me and the many others from the Feb batch she accepted, we're all okay with waiting, so long as she lets us know that. And if she had privately just let us know or made a public tweet/post about it, we wouldn't be here rn.

Maybe it's cause of my nature of believing in chances and giving people the benefit of the doubt (despite that in the past in some cases really biting me), but I do wanna believe she will make things right and fix this. I can't speak for everyone involved in this matter, but for me at least, if she just responds to everyone and offers an update or chance to refund, that's a good start. She will have to rebuild a lot of trust before she may ever turn to the fandom again for monetary aid like this, given the reputational damage is now there, but she can rectify it if she gets back to us. At this point rn, that's the least she can do.

Also OMG, I hope you're doing okay, Steph. Finishing a commission while there's a hurricane outside is insane but I respect that commitment to the task at hand, lol😭👏

Side note, Grunkle Stan can cheat me out of money any day but only him, lol!

[specialagentlokitty]

10th doctor x reader - the stars in your eyes

Part 7:

Donna had found the doctor again, and they were currently in London nearby, so Donna agreed to come and pick you up.

Nobody was home yet, so nobody knew that you were back, so it was easy enough for you to leave without worrying your family.

Packing a few clothes into a bag, you set it by the door and wondered into the kitchen looking for something to snack on while you waited for your sister.

Pulling out some chocolate, you sat at the table and hummed a little to yourself as you ate, eyes closed to give your head some peace.

You heard the door open and you reached for your glasses, putting them on.

“(Y/N)?!”

“Kitchen!”

There was the pounding of feet on the floor, and just as you stood up you were tackled into a deathly tight hug and you laughed.

You wrapped your arms around your sister and smiled to yourself, laughing again as she smacked your back.

“You were gone for months!”

“I’m sorry!” You laughed.

Donna pulled away and she sat you down at the table.

She reached over and took your glasses off, and you locked your eyes with hers, and she studied them for a moment.

“They’ve changed.”

“They have?”

“Yeah… I.. I don’t know how to explain it..”

You titled your head a little bit in curiousness.

“Is it a bad change?”

“No, but you’re going to need better sunglasses.”

“Crap really?”

Donna laughed a little and rooted around in some draws before she came back, putting another pair on your face.

“Not the best but it’ll do.”

“What’s taking you two so long!?”

You both turned your attention to the doorway, and Donna watched as the doctor slowly stopped walking and he backed away a few steps.

“Donna, (Y/N), you need to leave the kitchen…”

“Why?” You asked.

He pulled out his screwdriver and went quiet for a moment before looking at the pair of you.

“There’s something in here.”

Donna looked at you, and you pointed to yourself, telling her it was you that he was actually talking about.

You thought for a moment, grabbing one of the crystals you had on the table you drained some of your power into it and got up.

You held it out to Donna and she pocketed it and you both left the kitchen.

The doctor walked in and did his thing before he came back into the hallway.

“It’s gone, did you two notice anything different, feel anything different?”

“No, maybe your screwdriver is messing up or something Goldman.”

You grabbed your bag, and Donna grabbed another bag, following you out to the TARDIS.

The doctor looked at the kitchen again, giving it another check over before leaving to go with you both.

You kept the smaller bag hidden away, keeping it with Donna’s belongings on the TARDIS.

You couldn’t go near it, every time you did it caused a spike in the energy and the doctor noticed this.

He was a bit unsure about the idea of you running around with them, and usually where he went the doctor made you with him, just to make sure you were safe.

And it was no different in the planet of the ood, and you were surrounded with the doctor and Donna as they screamed they were friends of the ood.

“You can’t hurt them!” You yelled, “we’re friends!”

The ood looked at you, slowly tilting their heads a little to study you for a moment.

“Doctor Donna friends of the ood.”

“That’s right, we’re friends.” The doctor sighed.

The ood kept their gazes fixed on you.

“You come with the ood.” One said.

“What? Why?!” Donna snapped.

You held your arm out to her.

“It’s alright Donna, it’s okay.”

You reached out, and grabbed hold of one of aliens in front of you.

“You’ll bring me back to my friends?” You asked.

“Yes.”

You nodded and willingly followed them, and when you were out of sight the other ood stood down, not answering the doctor and Donna when they demanded to know where you were going.

The ood led you somewhere dark, you assumed it was one of the many dimly lit buildings.

“We know the child of the universe, the starlight child.”

You reached up and took your glasses off, setting them on the collar of your shirt.

“Is that why you wanted me here?”

“The circle must be broken first.”

They sat down so you sat down as well, and you all waited in silence for the circle to be broken.

It felt like forever until it was.

“The darkness is coming.”

“I know, I’ve foreseen the coming of the darkness.”

“You will stop the darkness.” One said.

You furrowed your brows a little bit.

“How?”

“The starlight child must die.”

Your blood ran even colder than it already was.

“What…?”

“The starlight child must die, the universe will be reborn.”

“It can’t be reborn…”

“It will. The child of time and the child of the universe will be there when the darkness comes.”

“The starlight child’s past will be revealed, and true identity uncovered before the child of time.”

You know who they were talking about, it was the doctor.

“He doesn’t know yet.” You said.

“He shall know, all secrets must come to light. You will take him to the beginning of time, the birth of the universe.”

“Why?”

“The final place to stop the darkness, the key rests at the birth of the universe. The doctor must trust you fully, or the universe cannot be saved.”

“So he must know?”

“Yes.”

You clenched your jaw a little and looked down.

You didn’t want to tell him, not after what his people had done to you, but if the ood were right, what if this was your only choice.

You nodded your head.

“Alright, thank you.”

You put your glasses back on and stood up, and the ood took you back to the doctor and Donna, and they both hugged you tightly.

You turned to face the ood.

“Remember our words.”

“I will.”

With that you went back into the TARDIS, the sound of their song sounding through the whole area.

Going up to the console you put in some coordinates, took the crystals and sat down on the floor waiting.

The ood’s song resounded through your head so loudly you couldn’t hear anything else, so you didn’t hear the doctor or Donna come back in.

They didn’t see you either, and the doctor never checked the coordinates of the TARDIS as he set her into flight.

You took a deep breath and stood up, walking over to Donna you handed her the bag.

“What?” She whispered.

The TARDIS began to violently shake, trying to rid you from her, sensing you weren’t human.

“What’s going on?!” Donna yelled.

“You’re going to the beginning of the universe.” You said.

“Why?! What did you do?!” The doctor yelled out.

“Because the darkness is coming… you need to see the truth…”

Your knees buckled and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you passed out from the sheer energy it was taking to ensure they got there safely

[honeybeefae]

Ooooh do number 13 please!

(I swear I’m not writing these angst-ridden fics on purpose, it’s just the fate of the numbers! I like to imagine this has a happy ending though, and I will leave it open for a possible part two to make up for hurting our poor bat boy so bad! I know it’s not super long but I hope you guys like it <3)

#13 - Boyfriends by Harry Styles

Can't You See? (Azriel x Reader)

Summary// Azriel had been your friend since you came to the IC. He was always there for you as you were for him, the two of you a package deal anywhere you went. Many people speculated about a hidden mating bond, friends with benefits, and all sorts of gossip, but the unfortunate truth was you were taken by someone else. Someone who didn’t deserve you. And it was his own personal hell to watch you go into his arms every night.

WARNINGS: Angst, cheating, crying, alcohol, verbal abuse, bad relationships, insecurities

Azriel had connected with you the moment you were welcomed to the Inner Circle. The two of you were compatible in all aspects, drawing each other out in different ways that were so natural even Cassian and Rhysand were shocked. You were quick to latch onto his side, which he never minded, and in the first month of your arrival, Azriel had found himself slowly falling for you.

Until one night, at Rita’s, he watched you bring in your boyfriend.

He swiftly put his mask on so that you weren’t worried. You introduced Azriel as, “my best friend” to him with the brightest smile on your face, while your boyfriend couldn’t even spare a passing glance at him. It took all of the two minutes of meeting him to know that he would never like him, and as time went on, Azriel’s dislike grew to bitter resentment and hatred.

You couldn’t see the way your boyfriend’s eyes sought out other women in the room, how he talked over you when you got excited about something, how he so plainly held no regard for your feelings. It made Azriel sick to watch, and after many nights where you had run into his arms after an argument with your boyfriend, he knew he needed to speak up. 

“Y/N,” He began as you pulled back to look at him, your eyes shiny and nose slightly red from how upset you were. “I…why are you staying with him? I can’t imagine that you’re happy and you, I mean, anyone deserves to be treated with more respect and love than what he is giving.” 

His eyes analyzed your reaction, how you shifted away and looked down in defeat. Azriel felt a slight pang of guilt from being so upfront, but it hurt to see you in so much pain, it needed to be said. He didn’t know why he cared so much, didn’t want to search through those feelings at the moment, but you needed to see what everyone else saw. 

“I…” You said before taking a shuttering breath, playing with your fingers as your boyfriend’s words taunted you in your head. “It’s not his fault, I shouldn’t have gone out. He has every right to be mad.”

“What? Are you even hearing yourself right now?” Azriel replied, his eyebrows raised in shock. “Y/N, he just yelled and kicked you out in the middle of a storm for having a drink with friends. That is not-”

“Stop, Az, just stop.” You snapped, your embarrassment turning to anger. “I shouldn’t have done it. I know he hates it, and I did it anyway, so I just need to listen next time. If I had just stayed home, he wouldn’t have been mad.”

“And what about next time? When you wear the wrong color and he yells at you for it, or you forget to put away your books and he throws them into the fire?” He countered, crossing his arms over his chest. “You deserve-”

“Stop saying that!” You yelled, shoving yourself off of the bed with your fists balled up at your side. “I don’t deserve better. Look at me! I have nothing to offer, nothing to give to someone, and if it weren’t for him, I would be out on the streets begging.”

Azriel was taken aback by your outburst, especially your words. You had never yelled at him before, and the things you were saying…did you truly believe that? Do you really see yourself that way? 

You bitterly rubbed the tears falling down your cheeks away, your voice cracking as you wrapped your arms around yourself. “I know what he does, how he lies to me. I think about it every night and every time I think I can leave, that maybe I do deserve better…he reminds me of what I am. Where I came from.”

He didn’t realize his hand had reached towards you until you took a step back. You stared at it hard, your heart so desperately wanting to reach out and just be accepted for once, but before you could even speak on those feelings, you heard the door open below you.

“Y/N?” Your boyfriend yelled, not caring about the rest of the sleeping patrons. “Y/N, come on, I know you’re here. We’re leaving, let’s go.”

That illusion you had painted in your mind shattered, as did Azriel’s heart, as you took a moment to hug him deeply. 

It felt like a goodbye.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” You whispered into his neck, mesmerizing his scent before you let him go. “Maybe a different time or place, a different me, but you deserve someone better, Azriel. Not the mess I am.”

And before he could reach out for you, tell you how wrong you were and his true feelings, you vanished and the door closed behind you with an echo that rattled him to the bone.

Azriel sat there, the thunder rumbling around once more before he abruptly stood and threw on the first clothes he could find. You were wrong about him, about you, and he wouldn’t let you go that easily. 

This wasn’t the end of your story. That much was certain.

[riahlynn101]

June of Doom: Day One - Fetal Position (FNAF Movie)

Characters: Mike, Abby, and their mom

word count: 935

Trigger warnings: Childhood neglect, emotional neglect, and implied/referenced kidnapping

@juneofdoom

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Mike lays curled up in the fetal position on his bedroom floor. It’s covered in crumpled up papers, but he can’t bring himself to pick them up. He used to love drawing. His and Garrett’s room had been filled wall to wall with colorful scribbles, but after he disappeared Mike couldn’t stand looking at them anymore. So, now (their) his room (it’s just him now. Mike has to sometimes remind himself of that) is absent of color. 

His sister wails in her crib. Abby seems to always cry. It would annoy Mike if he didn’t feel so bad for her. 

Ever since his parents brought her home from the hospital, his mom’s been reduced back to her catatonic state. Wasting away in bed while the world keeps spinning. Meanwhile, his dad and him are forced to pick up all the pieces. 

Well….Mike is anyway. His dad seems to be home less and less nowadays. Sometimes he wonders if it’s because of guilt. He sure wishes he could slip away, too. It must be easier than being present and enduring. 

Abby’s cries grow louder, more frantic. Like she’s afraid that everyone in the entire universe has left her all alone.

Mike knows that feeling all too well. 

He forces himself into an upright position. Better to get to her now before mom loses her temper and hurts Abby. 

(Mike is sure she wouldn’t. Not purposefully anyway. But the idea of losing another sibling is enough to make him throw up. He’s sure their mom wouldn’t recover from that either, or maybe she’s too far gone to recognize Abby as hers). 

The hall light is on. Something his dad tells him to stop doing (“you’re racking up the electricity bill, boy”), but he can’t. Garrett was afraid of the dark. And even now, three-and-a-half years on from his disappearance, Mike can’t bring himself to forgo the nightly tradition of keeping as many lights on as humanly possible. 

(Maybe one day, a childish part of him whispers, Garrett will come home, if I keep the lights on for him.)

His parents’ room is dark. The only sounds being from his baby sister. Abby’s cries are deafening, and he wonders idly if it has something to do with the storm? Given it’s not loud, but to a three month old, it might feel world changing. 

Mike knocks on the bedroom door before entering. Mostly for propriety's sake. No one answers, which he’s come to expect. But still he waits a few seconds, a part of him hoping to hear his mother’s voice. 

Nothing. 

The bedroom is a mess. The whole house is a mess these days. Mike tries. He really does, but it’s too much. It’s a sad contrast to how spick and span his mom used to keep everything. He wishes he had paid better attention to how she did things, cooking and cleaning, before she was reduced to this state. Useless….

He bites the inside of his cheek. 

How dare he!

Mike inwardly curses himself. Guilt gnaws at his insides, making him want to slink to the floor, defeated. 

Abby’s cries quiet down some, hearing his footsteps draw closer. 

He turns his attention off the unmoving form of his mom under the covers, and onto the crib shoved into the furthest utmost corner. Not for the first time, Mike considers moving the crib into his room. 

He picks his sister up, tucking her tiny body close to his chest. “It’s okay, Abs,” he murmurs. “I’m here. I won’t let anything hurt you.”

Mike bounces her lightly, wandering back into the brightly-lit hallway. A bottle and a diaper change should send his sister right back to sleep. 

As he shuts the door, quietly, even though his mom’s unresponsive to most things, he hears the tiniest (almost inaudible), “thank you, honey.”

Mike’s heart nearly stops. If not for the baby in his arms and the years of being pushed aside for the memory of a child long gone, he would have dropped to the ground and bawled. But Mike is nothing, if not a fast learner. He knows his mom only means it on a surface level. In the same way he knows she can’t help being trapped in a world where turning her back for five minutes didn’t result in Garrett being taken. 

And he can’t love her for the first, without resenting her for the second. 

“Yeah, no problem.” He shuts the bedroom door. 

Abby has quieted down by the time he makes a bottle and settles on the couch. Her eyes are half-lidded. 

Her eyes are brown, he observes, like mine and dad’s and….

Mike shakes his head, banishing the thought. He doesn’t like to compare his sister to Garrett. Everyone else does. Mom. Dad. Aunt Jane. It’s like she was set up to fail, because how is a little girl, with a personality already so much like his own (Aunt Jane’s words, not his), supposed to measure up to Garrett (somebody who was the polar opposite of Mike’s asocial, awkward personality)?

He’s sure Garrett wouldn’t want that either. He was young when he was kidnapped, but Mike remembers how kind he was. How kind he would have been to their sister, if circumstances were different. 

Abby looks so content, though, lying nestled in the crook of his arm. One of her tiny fists has tangled itself in his sweatshirt. Mike allows himself a brief reprieve from his lousy life, or at least, the burden of thinking about it. He watches his sister, and takes refuge in the thought that, for now, they’re both safe.

[aurelaac]

Together.

Enjin and Heka 18+ Drabble cause I can’t get enough of them 🫡

„Did you hear what I said?“, Enjin leaned out of the bathroom door, looking over to the bed in the corner.

„Hm?“, Heka looked up from their book, obviously not listening to his story about that kid that fell from the sky earlier this day.

„Man, that was the most interesting thing that happened the past months and you rather read a book about weed?“

„It’s not weed it’s flowers. Delmon gave it to me.“, they closed the old book with a loud *thudd* and tossed it onto a crammed nightstand.

He grinned. „Never thought ya liked flowers that much. Do I need to worry, that our room will turn into a flower shop?“

„Would that be so bad?“, they chuckled and got up, walking over to the small bathroom, bare feet on concrete ground.

„God, when will we get heated floors?“

Enjin turned back to the metal sink that was filled with water and splashed a good amount into his face, feeling the dirt and grime from the forbidden zone wash off.

„So this boy fell from the sky, is a giver and will join our lil troupe?“

„Yepp, you should see him fight. Could compete with the way you tear those trash beasts apart.“

„I don’t doubt that a second.“, they stepped forward and leaned against his back, feeling the warmth of his skin radiating through the fabric of his shirt.

„You were gone for quite a while this time.“

He rubbed his face with a towel and felt their arms around his waist.

„Sorry, sleepyhead. Next time I’ll make sure to come back earlier.“

With a swift motion, he tossed the towel into a corner and turned around to face his partner.

„Next time I wanna join ya.“

He blinked and looked into their eyes.

„How can I say no, it ya keep looking at me like this?“, he leaned down and pressed a kiss against Hekas temple, brushing his nose through their soft hair.

„I know, I’m irresistible.“, smaller, cool hands snug under his shirt, which made him inhale sharply.

„Sorry..“

„Don’t worry.“, he felt their fingers drawing shapes onto his skin, which sent goosebumps up his spine.

„Fuck I’ve missed you.“, he quickly picked them up and sat them down on the narrow counter next to the sink.

„I know~“, Heka purred, not surprised by the sudden change in tone. They knew exactly which switches to pull to make him act like a starving man.

His lips quickly found theirs, he didn’t even bother to start slow, now just focused on regaining the last few days, that they we’re separated.

Heka couldn’t deny that they felt the same, willingly parting their lips to let his tongue dance along with theirs. He could feel the small metal bead, that was pierced through the muscle, which made something in his pants twitch heavily.

„You really *did* miss me..“, they both had to catch their breath, what gave Heka the opportunity to tease him a bit.

„Of course, sleepyhead.“, he made sure their legs were on either side of his hips as he pulled them closer.

„Do you feel it? Tis how much I’ve missed ya.“

Heka tilted their head a bit, smiling, as they felt his erection through the thick fabric of his baggy pants, against their inner thigh.

„Then come here.“, their arms pulled him back into another sloppy kiss, hands pulling at his blonde hair.

He groaned, letting his own hands brush along their sides, pulling the fabric of their shirt up.

„Tis mine?“, he managed to ask, between hungry kisses.

„Mhm..“

They only parted so he could pull the shirt over their head, getting a short glance at bare breasts and tattooed skin.

„Fuck you‘re hot.“, he kissed them again, letting his lips wander over to their jawline, down their neck and to their collarbone.

His hands found their breasts, fingers circled around the hard nipples, each decorated with a metal rod.

„Still cold?“

They nodded, cheeks flushed, biting onto their lower lip. They couldn’t deny their own arousal now, feeling heat pooling between their legs, eager to feel him inside their body.

His lips trailed down, now sucking at one boob, the other getting worked with his hand. A sharp gasp from Heka let him know that he was doing a good job, letting his tongue swirl around the small, rosy bud, before switching to their other boob.

He could hear soft moans and knew that they were enjoying his touch, he tried his best to be gentle but when he pulled back and noticed small hickeys around Hekas nipples he smiled satisfied.

„Couldn’t resist.“

„They were just gone..“, Heka pouted.

„It‘s not like you show this body to someone else, don’t ya?“

„Only you, Enjin.“

„Figured..“, he squatted down and kissed their inner thighs gently, also leaving small bites and hickeys there, awfully close to Hekas throbbing folds, hidden behind some panties.

He slipped his fingers under the band of their underwear and glanced up, asking for permission. Heka nodded and he quickly pulled the panties down, giving him a wonderful sight.

„Cannot say enough how fucking hot you are.“, before he let his tongue glide through their soaking folds. Like a starving man, he ate their pussy out, enjoying the moans and whimpers coming from Heka.

His tongue glid over their wet cunt, occasionally flicking over the sensitive clit above. Their legs were already shaking on his shoulders, his hands quickly grabbed Hekas thighs to keep them steady so he could continue with his work.

„Enjin fuck..“, Heka reached down to grab him by his hair again, trying to signal how close they already were.

He just hummed in response and kept going, wanting to taste more of his partner.

Only moments later and the tension in their lower half released at once, making them cum hard, coating his mouth and chin in their juices. Oh how good it was, Enjin made sure to get every single drop, still thirsty for their body - although his cock was now painfully hard.

Heka was breathing heavily when he finally pulled back and looked up to them, licking his lips.

„Still so wet for me, want my cock next?“

They nodded while he stood up, kissing them again. Heka could feel their own release on his lips and moaned again, he grinned.

„Come.“, with ease, he picked them up, their legs immediately wrapped around his waist and they kissed again, not getting enough from each other.

He walked over to their bed, laying Heka down and looked at their body from above.

„Like what you see?“, they tilted their head in that way, that made him almost go crazy.

„I‘m addicted to that sight, can’t deny.“, he pulled his shirt off and quickly got rid of his pants, his erection standing ready for what would come next.

„I‘ll fuck you so good tonight.“

„Then stop talking.“, Heka barely had time to admire their partner, talk, quite lean and having as many tattoos and piercings as they had.

Their favorite was the one at the base of his cock, quite sensitive the spot, perfect to bring out a moan or two from him, when touching or kissing.

He took their answer as an invite and towered over their body, letting his hand glide between their legs, slipping two fingers inside their needy hole.

Enjin could feel how their walls gripped at his two digits, needy to be filled. But he had to make sure that they were comfortable and spread their pussy put a bit before he pulled his fingers back out, observing the coat of juices there.

„Open.“, he demanded and they obeyed, not breaking eye contact while their tongue licked his fingers clean.

His cock twitched again, and he quickly adjusted his hips at their entrance, mixing his precum with the wetness of their folds.

„Stop teasing..“, Heka whined and bucked their hips up, as much needy as he was.

He pressed a kiss on their forehead.

„Sorry, sleepyhead.“, and slowly pushed himself in, resisting the need to fuck them senseless.

They felt so good, just how he remembered it, warm and slippery, just for him.

„Just fuck me already.“, Heka moaned and pulled him closer, pressing their bodies together.

He quickly obeyed, keeping a steady pace that made his partner do the sweetest noises - just for him.

„Keep going *fuck..*“

Enjin knew that he just found that sweet spot, that would send them soon over the edge.

„God, you’re so tight and hot.“, he couldn’t hold back a soft moan himself and quickly searched for their lips again, their tongues danced together.

Heka wrapped their arms around his shoulders, scraping his skin with their nails, trying to find some kind of support.

The slapping sounds of skin on skin echoed through the room, their moans mixed into this sweet music. They both had their eyes closed now, enjoying the feeling of each others bodies.

Their walls around his cock started to tighten around him, a signal that they were close, ready to take him all.

The thought of filling that cunt up, caused his cock to twitch, close to releasing aswell.

„Fuck I’m close.“, his voice was low, maybe a bit shaky.

„Me too.“, their lips were still close. „Let me feel you Enjin, *please*.

He growled and wrapped his arms around their small body, feeling his thrusts getting sloppy, eager to make them both loose it.

And only a few moments later, Enjin felt a sharp pain as their nails cause him to bleed on his back, as Heka came around him.

They moaned his name over and over, while he praised them.

„You‘re taking me so well. Good girl.“

Then he finally felt his own release, thrusting deep inside of them, and feeling his cock twitching as thick coats of cum coated their inner walls.

Trying to catch their breath, they stayed like this for a while, getting down from the high or their orgasms.

„Are you okay?“, he brushed some hair out of Hekas face and saw that they were smiling.

„Never felt this good in the past days.“

He mirrored that smile and gave them a soft kiss.

„Lemme clean you up.“, he leaned back and watched as his cock slowly pulled out of that wonderful, warm hole.

Heka whined quietly, because they felt so empty now, Enjin didn’t really notice - he was too focused to watch his semen drip out of that pussy.

„So hot..“, his finger shoved it back in, before he got up and walked back to the bathroom, to get a wet towel, that would help cleaning them up.

When he walked back, he saw them laying there, already half asleep.

„Oi, stay awake! Gotta clean this mess first.“, but it was more of a joke.

Heka usually fell quickly asleep after they fucked and he thought it was quite cute.

To not disturb them too much, he was quite careful with the aftercare, leaving soft kisses on their bruised hips, that he had grabbed earlier.

After he was done, he tossed the towel towards the bathroom door and laid next to them, pulling their back against his chest.

„Promise me, that we‘ll go together next time?“, they mumbled.

A bit surprised by that sudden change of topic he laughed out loud.

„Of course! You know that we do things together.“

„Together hmm.. I like that word.“

„Me too.“

[stardustandash]

Just finished up the next fic for Febuwhump!! This time we have "Help them" with The Bad Batch for @foolinapril! This one turned into a sort of speculation fic based on the trailer lol. I hope you enjoy!

Words: 1,731

Tags: Season 3 speculation, non-graphic descriptions of injury, self-sacrifice, whump

ao3 link

Plan 99: Omega's Version

They were not supposed to crash. Omega sat in the pilot’s chair looking at the smoking remains of the controls with despair. They were not supposed to crash, they were supposed to get far enough away they could send a comm to Hunter and the others and go home. Yet here they were; barely out of the system and downed on some random planet. Omega felt the tears prick at her eyes but she couldn’t let them fall. Tears were useless. They’d been useless on Kamino and doubly so in Hemlock’s facility. They were only a distraction for both herself and anyone around her.

“Kid, what the kriff are you still doing in here? We need to go!”

For all that Crosshair had said about Hunter in the past, he sounded remarkably like him when he was worried. Omega turned in her chair to see him climbing through the hatch into the cockpit. There were fresh bruises forming, and a new cut over his eye, but he seemed to have come through their rough landing okay. Omega slid out of the chair, taking care to avoid the transparisteel shards littered around the cockpit. She shuffled towards Crosshair, but only made it a couple of steps before her leg wobbled and threatened to send her to the floor. She caught herself on an empty chair. There was no escaping Crosshair’s gaze however. His eyes narrowed as he glanced down. She looked down as well, and while thankfully her grey uniform was free of any gushing blood, it did nothing to hide the fact that her foot was not at the angle it usually was. Instead, her toes were pointing further to the side than they usually did.

Omega’s medical knowledge was far from her mind as she looked down at it. Instead the only thout her mind could summon was, simply: “Ow.”

“Really?” said Crosshair in disbelief. “Fine. Come here.”

He crossed the cockpit and slid one of her arms over his shoulders. Omega couldn’t help but wish he would pick her up like Wrecker or Hunter would, but he was too weak for that after all his time in Tantiss. To her surprise it wasn’t as awkward of an angle on her shoulder as she anticipated. She’d grown since the last time one of her brothers had helped her this way. She had been gone long enough to grow a few inches. Omega tried not to dwell on that thought as Crosshair helped her maneuver through the wreckage and out onto a small rocky hill. As soon as they were outside and far enough from the wreck Crosshair unlatched Omega and sat her down on a rock.

“Stay here, I’m going to scout around a little,” said Crosshair.

“We should go together,” Omega protested. “What if there are predators out there? Or Stormtroopers?”

“Unless you have a blaster or a knife hidden on you, you’d be useless if something did show up.”

“You don’t have anything on you either!”

“But I can run,” said Crosshair in a tone that brokered no argument then glanced down at her broken ankle. “You made sure you couldn’t.”

Omega felt very much like pointing out that he probably couldn’t run far. Neither of them could, even if her ankle wasn’t dislocated. Months, maybe even longer, of being held captive had rid both of them of their hard-earned muscle. She doubted she could even draw her bow if she had it. But she bit her tongue and held back any comments as Crosshair made his way down the hill and set off cautiously around it to see the other side. Omega watched him for a moment, then feeling suddenly very uncomfortable with the thought of him being out of her sight, slid herself down after him. Rocks bit into her hands and legs, but she managed to make it to the bottom without knocking her injured foot.

“Wait!” she called after Crosshair. “Wait, don’t just leave me up there.”

Crosshair scowled at her, but nonetheless came over and helped her back up.

“Thank you.”

“We should find shelter,” said Crosshair, changing the subject.

“And food. Hopefully something is edible here.”

“There were probably rations in the shuttle, but if you insist on coming with me anyways we are better off getting far away from it.”

“You think they’re tracking it?” asked Omega.

Crosshair rolled his eyes and didn’t bother answering her. Right. It should’ve been obvious that stealing a shuttle from an Imperial facility meant that the Empire could track it. That was probably why they were shot down in the first place.

They limped across the rocky ground. They passed high grasses and small stone outcroppings and shallow caves, but Omega couldn’t see anything that looked like civilization. She hoped there was someone out there, and preferably not part of the Empire. They hadn’t traveled far when Omega felt herself begin to flag. Her ankle and foot were starting to throb in time with her heartbeat even with Crosshair half-carrying her. Her head was starting to spin too, and she could feel herself getting shakier. Shock, her mind supplied. She was going into shock. The smart thing to do would be to curl themselves into one of the little caves and try and make a fire or find something to keep the two of them warm, but Omega wanted to go just a little father. Every step was a step further away from the same grey durasteel walls that had had held her for who knows how long.

Omega lost time. Every hopping step felt the same and yet harder than the step before. They passed countless nondescript fields and rocks and yet nothing else popped out to see them. Then she blinked and instead of looking at rocky grassland in all directions she could see trees ahead. Funny looking ones, sure, but also reassuring. They were enough to hide her and Crosshair. She went to poke Crosshair on the shoulder but her hands were shaky and her fingers felt icy cold. That wasn’t good. That wasn’t good at all. She was just about to open her mouth and admit that she wasn’t doing as well as she wanted to pretend when she heard it.

It was a sound that had haunted her nightmares for months. In her dreams it was always right before the people she loved fell away from her into swirling mists and dark pits. The sound of a V wing fighter. The Empire had found them. She couldn’t see them yet, which was good. It gave them time.

“Karking hell! Come on, hop faster,” Crosshair hissed as he started dragging her along.

“Crosshair, wait! Wait. I can’t go that fast.”

“Then I’ll carry you.”

“Then neither of us will escape,” said Omega.

Crosshair would only be able to get away from the Empire if she stayed behind. He wasn’t strong enough to carry her and run for the trees. Suddenly she understood Tech and his sacrifice. A cold clarity sunk into her bones. Maybe it was the shock, maybe it was something else, but she took a deep breath and felt nothing but calm.

“Plan Ninety-Nine,” Omega whispered.

“What?” asked Crosshair. His head snapped around to stare at her with the same sharp gaze her brothers got whenever they were worried.

“Plan Ninety-Nine. They’re really after me, we both know this. You go. Hide. And then they’ll take me and forget about you. You can go back to the shuttle or keep going and contact Hunter and the others.”

“No. We escaped that place together and we will face the consequences together. I’m not Hunter, I won’t leave my own behind.”

Something warmed in Omega’s heart to hear Crosshair say those words. He’d never before admitted that she was one of them, that he thought of her as family too. Too bad she wouldn’t get to revel in the feeling, or be able to rib him about it later.

“You have to,” said Omega.

“Please,” Crossahair said, though his eyes already held a hollow acceptance.

“Find Hunter and the others, help them. Get me and everyone else out, it’s the only way all the clones end up free.”

“Try not to get into too much trouble while you’re waiting for us,” Crosshair said trying for his old attitude and failing miserably.

They didn’t say goodbye. Omega just nodded at Crosshair and he turned and ran for the trees. She didn’t watch him go, either. There was no time. Instead, she hobbled as best she could, trying not to think about the numbing bolts of pain that shot up her leg with every step. She had to get as far away from Crosshair as she could.

Overhead the V wings soared low, streaking past Omega before banking hard. They had seen her. It didn’t matter, she had to try and keep moving and lead them as far away as she could. The V wings followed her slow progress for a few minutes before she heard another ship. She looked up to see a transport coming in for landing. The ramp hissed as it lowered to the ground and out poured the clone commandos Hemlock was so fond of. They jogged towards her; not like she was about to take off sprinting. In fact, she was almost glad when they caught her and took a hold of her arms to keep her in place and put binders around her wrists. It gave her an opportunity to take some of the weight off her injured leg. They were rough with her, dragging her to the ship regardless of when her ankle finally gave out and she was pulled along the ground then thrown over an armoured shoulder.

Dread settled into her stomach as the door raised behind her. She was going back, and this time there would be no Crosshair to whisper to in the dark, no friendly face where she could let her guard down and not have to pretend for a few precious minutes. Yet still she could not help but be relieved. Crosshair was free. If the ship was taking off with just her, it meant he was still out there, that the Empire had given up on him. That was worth the pain and the fear, she thought. But hopefully he and the others wouldn’t keep her waiting too long.

Also @foolinapril if you give me your ao3 name i will gift this to you on there <3

[lokigayforhela]

Hi! Can I request a Hela x fem!reader? Thank you stay and keep safe 😊

TW: None

Rating: G

WC: 1177

A/N: Wanted to try something a little different this go around, especially with such a vague prompt. I saw a prompt a little while back on TikTok that was just to write your characters in a moment without dialogue, so I wanted to try my hand at that. I hope I conveyed emotions really well without using speaking. Enjoy~

You heaved a sigh as you dug around in your bag for your keys, trying to ignore the chill of the mid-November cold seeping through your clothes and into your very bones. You couldn’t wait to get inside and get into a hot shower before tumbling into bed with your girlfriend.

To say that you had been having a bad day would have been a little bit of an understatement. If you were being honest, you were having a bad week. Bad month. Bad existence, even, if you thought too much about it. But today had truly taken the crown for the worst day of the week so far. You’d left your lunch at home, and you were ten cents off from being able to get a snack from the vending machine to suffice, and on your walk from the car to the apartment, whoever was in charge up there had thought it would be really funny to start a downpour in the middle of a cold snap. And you’d had to park on the entire other side of the lot.

And now you couldn’t find your damn keys.

You heaved another frustrated sigh, swinging your bag more fully in front of you so that you could dig around a little better, feeling the last dregs of your patience evaporating the longer you had to search. Just when you were about ready to give up and regretfully text your sleeping girlfriend and inevitably wake her up and make her grumpy, too, your fingers closed around your keyring and you thanked your lucky stars that at least one small thing could finally go your way.

Quietly as you could, you unlocked the door and tiptoed inside, locking it behind you before setting your belongings down with a quiet, weary little sigh. For a long moment, you just stood there, reflecting on how absolutely terrible your day had gone. You let your pity party last for a few minutes before dragging yourself over to the laundry room, so you could strip out of your wet clothes and put them straight to wash so they wouldn’t get ruined, and then headed to the bedroom so you could get to the shower.

You kept the bedroom light off as you carefully cracked the door open, narrowing your eyes until you could focus on Hela’s sleeping form curled up on her side of the pillow. Just the sight of that alone was enough to soothe your anger enough to calm you a little, and you let yourself watch her sleep until you felt a little more relaxed.

Eventually, you dragged yourself over to the bathroom, waiting until you had closed the door behind you before turning the light on and heading straight to turn the water on with the highest temperature you could stand.

Somewhere between getting in and washing your hair, the weight of your day paired with the overwhelming sadness that just seemed to settle over you during this time of the year became too much for you to bear and, hair still sudsy with shampoo, you sank to the floor of the shower, drawing your knees to your chest and focusing on the spattering of the water hitting the floor until you were so zoned out that you couldn’t think about anything else.

You were certain you were crying, because your vision kept getting blurry, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you hoped that you at least weren’t sobbing, because the idea of waking Hela up only made you feel worse, and there your mind went again, wandering off into total nothingness as you just kept staring at the water.

You didn’t know how long you’d been sitting there on the shower floor when the curtain drew back slowly, and you didn’t acknowledge it until you felt a gentle hand cup your cheek and carefully turn you until you were facing your girlfriend. You wanted to feel guilty. Somewhere in there you thought maybe you did. But all you could focus on was just how tired you were. Just tired. Of everything. Of nothing.

Hela said nothing as she studied you, and you were grateful for that, in part because you didn’t want her to say anything, and because you weren’t entirely sure you would be able to translate your emotions and how you were feeling into something Hela would understand. You didn’t like talking when you got into one of your moods, and Hela had always respected that. You appreciated it, and her, endlessly.

After a long moment, Hela nodded to herself, and drew back, and you watched tiredly as she undressed and got in with you, gently pulling you to your feet and guiding you to rest your forehead against her shoulder as she began to finish washing your hair, gently combing her fingers through whatever tangles created resistance, until your hair was clean and your knots were gone, and then she took a washcloth and gently soaped you up and rinsed you, kissing your cheek and your shoulder and wherever else she could spare as she cleaned you up.

She remained silent as she turned the water off and wrapped you up in a towel, carefully guiding you out of the shower and over to the counter where your pajamas lay folded and ready for you to put on. She dressed you gently, coaxing you into the clothing limb by limb until you were nice and cozy, and then she combed and plaited your hair just the way you liked it to keep it from getting tangled in your sleep. Rather than trying to get you to wash your face, she opted for some cleansing face wipes instead, and went through your entire bedtime routine as you watched her in silence, trying desperately not to start crying again and ruin all of her hard work.

When she had finished, she kissed the top of your head, cupping your face gently and brushing her thumb along the curve of your cheek before gently leading you to the bedroom. She pulled the covers back and tucked you in, and then made her way over to her side of the bed, cuddling up to you the second that she was comfortable, and you let yourself melt into her, reveling in how she was able to convey just how much she cared and worried about and adored you without uttering a single word. It brought you such a strong sense of peace that after a few moments, you felt yourself begin to relax entirely, sleep slowly settling over you like a blanket of new snow during the first storm of the season. Hela began to play with your hair and continued to press kisses to your face with such gentleness that you could feel yourself being lulled to sleep even quicker.

You’d never been known or loved in the way that Hela continuously showed you, and as you drifted off to sleep with Hela curled around you, you thanked whoever would listen for bringing her into your life.

[debbiechanclub]

So, this little scene was in my head and I had to get it out before I could work on anything else. David and Dan having a little bro-chat about Nellie and Torrance. Setting: that night the War Dogs all went out in Tokyo last week that rewired my brain chemistry. Posting it now because it goes into Nellie and David's history from his perspective, and I don't know when or if it will get posted as part of a complete fic. Enjoy!

“I guess Torrance actually hasn’t told you.”

Dan’s brow furrowed. “Hasn’t told me what?”

David paused as he lit his cigarette. And then he said, “She’s helping me pick out a ring.”

Dan’s eyes widened in excitement. “You’re popping the question?” He clasped his shoulder. “Congrats, bruv! Seriously.”

“Thanks, man.”

“Look at you and Nellie getting all domesticated,” he grinned. “Bought a new place together, gettin’ married. You’ll be poppin’ out kids before you know it.”

“Oh trust me, we’ve talked about it,” David returned. “We want kids. But the timing has to be right. She’s on the run of her career right now and I don’t want interrupt that.”

“Oh, for sure, you have time,” he nodded. “How long have you two been together now?”

David blew a stream of smoke from his mouth before he answered. “Officially, about six months. But unofficially, it’s closer to a year.”

“Mm,” Dan nodded as he took a draw off his cigarette. “Yeah, Torr explained that whole situation to me.”

“It fucking sucked,” David wryly laughed. “It’s why I’m not wasting any more time. I’ve been thinking about proposing since the G1.” He laughed again, bringing his drink to his lips. “I’ve had it bad for her since twenty-seventeen, to be honest.”

“That long?” Dan asked in surprise.

He nodded. “That was when we first met, when she came here for her first tour with Stardom. The first time I saw her I was just like… fuck.”

Dan let out one of his signature cackles. “Schwing!”

“Fucking basically!” David smirked. “So I asked her out, and I swear she only said yes because she felt bad saying no… and I fucking blew it on that date. I was trying way too hard because I was so nervous. And after that I figured, yeah, she’s never gonna even look at me again. But we kept hanging out in group settings, and there was still chemistry there, you know?”

“Yeah, for sure,” Dan nodded.

“But then she left, and when I saw her again a year later, she was dating ZSJ.” He rolled his eyes. “I was like, fucking really?”

Dan laughed again as he tapped some ash off the end of his cigarette. “So, if you’ve wanted Nell for that long, did you ever get serious with anyone else?”

“Oh, yeah,” David confirmed with a nod. “This isn’t the first time I’ve considered proposing to someone.”

“Really?” Dan curiously asked.

“Mhm. I got real close to it a couple years ago with a girl I’d been with for a while. But she got used to my schedule during the pandemic and having me around and not gone for weeks or months at a time, and when I came back from the twenty twenty-one New Japan Cup, she told me she couldn’t be with me if I was gonna start regularly working in Japan again.”

Dan’s eyebrows arched. “She gave you an ultimatum?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “So, we broke up. I was thinking about Nellie again within a week.”

“I hear that, bruv,” Dan breathed. “Did you get in touch with her?”

David laughed shortly to himself. “No, because she was with Jay. But honestly, I had a feeling even then he was gonna fuck it up.”

Dan cackled again. “And now you’ve taken a hell of a lot more from him than just Nellie.”

“Fuck yeah, I have,” David returned, and they clinked their glasses together in cheers and drank.

“In all seriousness, though, I’m buzzin’ for you, Dave,” Dan said. “I’m surprised Torr didn’t let something slip.”

David sent him a curious look as he took another pull from his cigarette. “What about you and her? It seems like you two are getting more serious.”

Dan nodded. “Yeah. It’s got me a bit scared, if I’m being honest.”

David smirked. “Well, I don’t know if this is gonna help or hurt, but I’ve known Torr a long time and seen her fuck up more than one relationship because she can’t get out of her own way. But she’s putting in more effort not to do that with you than I think I’ve seen her put in with anyone.”

Dan’s eyes turned distant and pensive as he took a long draw off his cigarette. He held in the smoke for a second, and then he expelled it from his chest and said, “Yeah, I don’t know if that helps or hurts, either.”

David slapped a hand on his back. “Don’t think about it too much,” he said just as the others rejoined them in the booth, Gabe loudly yelling about something.

[cacophony-eg]

Apologies to my readers and mutuals for not being very active for the last couple of months.

Abridge Summary: Since summer I’ve been dealing with wildfire scares, soon fallowed by personal health struggles, so I haven’t been in the best mental/creative state…

Now that the rain has returned and my health is on the mend, I’m eager to get back into writing my fanfics and drawing fan art again. I’m going to try and get the next part to Moon Knight and Sun King done by the end of the weekend, though it will be shorter than I originally planned I really want to get something posted for my readers, as many of you have been so patient and supportive I really wanna give something back as thanks. =3

If you wish to know more, I’ll put a more detailed explanation under read more:

I’ve touched very briefly on here that I live in BC Canada and the wildfires that swallowed up most of the province during this last summer. (I’m not sure how many people are aware of how bad the fires were here, if interest I’m sure a google search or even a search on Tumblr will give a quick idea of what state of thing here were like.)

First I want to say that I’m lucky and very grateful, I didn’t loose my home during the fires unlike many other people… I know I just said I would go into more detail here but as I was trying to write about my experiences and stresses. It felt hallow compared to people who’ve lost their homes, or work place, or other important close to their heart thing, to the fires. So I’ll just say Rain has returned and the fires are gone now, and even though it doesn’t magically bring back what the fires took, the rain does feel like a welcomed relief.

In regards to my health for the last few months I’ve been struggling with long haul C-19 symptoms. (Sadly around the time I contracted C-19 it overlayed with the fires so the smoke didn’t do my capabilities to breathe any favours). It’s felt like a domino effect as my struggles with breathing, led to me having struggle with sleeping, the lack of sleep then caused my heighten anxieties to be extra sensitive. There were times my mind was in such a fog that I thought of something that trigger me into having an anxiety attack that triggered me to go into a coughing fit and when I was done with the coughing fit, I couldn’t even remember what I was thinking about before the coughing fit! I would like to say this only happened a few times, but sadly for almost two weeks that’s just the vicious cycle my brain and body was in.

But again I’m lucky and I’m grateful, as I have wonderful housemates that helped take care of me, and so glad that my main job has great remote options that allowed me to (somewhat) keep working and more importantly keep getting paid while I was sick. (Though in truth my work days were mostly me working for maybe an hour or two, before crashing and then trying to do more work for a couple more hours before crashing again/getting an aura migraine rendering me unable to work till it passed. Very slowly getting tasks done as I went.)

Basically for the last few months I’ve been struggling to function enough to do what I need to do to survive and had no energy to do much else, but I am getting better, slowly but surely. I’m going to do my best to keep working on my creative projects such as my fanfics and fan art, but it’s going to be slow going as I’ve fallen behind on a lot in my life that needs to be caught up on as well.

For now I just want to say thanks for taking the time to read this and I hope to make more for all of you to enjoy soon. ^-^