#I've woken up with it stuck in my head one too many times

[leejeann]

I didn't intend to spend my day making an extended version of dirt man but like here we are i guess

[luveline]

I love your writing sm!!! would you be willing to do something with Spencer where he calms reader down from a nightmare ? thank u so much!!! have a good day ❤️

thank you sm! ♡ gn!reader

cw drug use mentioned

In the dream, Spencer lives. 

Surprisingly. So many of your dreams are made of his demise. In one dream he gets killed in a cemetery, crying and alone and strapped to a chair. In another, a needle stays stuck to the crook of his arms as he slips into a too-heavy sleep. Sometimes he dies bleeding out from his leg, other times he makes it to the hospital long enough to feel the building crumble beneath him. 

You wouldn't want Spencer to stop telling you things, but every ragged chapter of his life acts as nightmare fuel. Every sentence, every line. Here he's lonely. Here he's afraid. 

Here, despite everything, he's alive, because this is the dream where you die first. 

You die like the snap of a firecracker hitting the ground and find yourself inverted, flinching up where gunpowder spilled down, your hand knocking into the soft of Spencer's stomach as you gasp for air. You're dead. You're dead, and Spencer's alone, and no one is going to look after him now. 

"Y/N?" His voice. The plastic and wood scrape as he grabs his glasses and shoves them on. "What? What's hurting?" 

You put your hand over your heart and will it to stop pounding so hard. It aches like a new bruise. 

"Baby," Spencer says softly, curling his arm behind the small of your back. He pulls your bodies together, tucking the sheets up your legs again with the other. 

"Bad dream," you say, wishing you'd woken crying. At least then you'd know what the emotion is under all your abject panic. 

"Just breathe… just breathe." He takes a slow, deliberate breath for you to follow. When he speaks, it's calm as the summer sea. "Another one. I'm sorry, you've had a lot of these lately, huh?" Spencer brings the hand furthest from you to your cheek, encouraging your cheek against his chin. "You want to tell me about it?" 

"I died." 

It must surprise him. For once, he doesn't have anything to say immediately. He turns his face in to kiss you, not fussy about where his lips fall. A slow, steadying kiss. 

"Those ones are some of the hardest," he says sympathetically. 

"I didn't… it didn't even matter. I hit my head and I woke up. But I…" How to explain it? "Spence, there was this split second where I thought I left you alone." 

"Don't worry about me," he says.

"But I do worry about you. I know you can look after yourself better, but– but people have let you down. I've let you down." 

Spencer's smile is audible, a lilt to the dulcet murmur he presses into your hair, "You're the last person I'd say let me down... You know, nightmares aren't scientifically quantifiable, there's no statistical data on what it means to have a bad dream, but. There are hundreds of thousands of books about it, and more than you'd think tend to agree that after you've had one, the fear remains. Like a bad cell. You can't remember it and it sticks around despite it." 

You wait for the silver lining. 

"So?" you ask. 

He chuckles quietly. "So, I know it sucks, but it's a good thing that you remembered it. Want me to tell you what the books say?" 

"About what it means?" you ask. 

"They say it's transitional. You're saying goodbye to something. Starting a new chapter." 

Spencer turns your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. Dead morning light floods the room like a splash of milk into tea, illuminating the small apples of his cheeks, the thick triangles of his lashes behind his glasses' lenses. He looks woefully handsome considering the hour, and, to your relief, he's completely unafraid. 

"Just don't say goodbye to me, okay?" he whispers.

You nod, fatigue pressing on your shoulders. 

Spencer gives you a quick, dotting kiss. "Thank you. Let's go back to sleep, yeah? Lay down." 

You curl up under his arm. His hand takes loop on your shoulder, drawing lazy, meandering circles until you're falling into a much quieter crop of sleep. 

[goldenempyrean]

Hi, it’s so hot here so can I request a winter scenario with Wanda and sick reader with the prompts "You’re going to catch your death out here.” Bless you… Bless you! Are you okay- bless you again!”.

I was thinking the Avengers are hosting a snow day for underprivileged kids at the compound. Reader has never seen snow in person, so she spends all her time making snow angels and getting in snowball fights with the kids. Reader wakes up the next morning with a really sneezy cold. Wanda shifts into fluffy caretaker mode, and the other Avengers are watching like, wow Wanda really loves her. ❄️🥰

Baby It's Cold Outside

〚 Notes - Wow it really has been a while since I've done requests, I'm so sorry this took so long! I hope it's okay but I switched things around a little to have Wanda experiencing the snow :D Enjoy! 〛

〚 Pairing - Wanda Maximoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Your girlfriend experiences the snow for the day first leading to a day of fun and excitement. Maybe you should've insisted that she wear her hat though..〛

〚 Wordcount - 2395 〛

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“Wanda!” You smiled as you gently caught the wrist of your eager girlfriend just before she’d raced out of the door, “You need to wear these sweetpea, it’s too cold without them.” You murmured softly, taking the pair of pink gloves you’d shoved in your pocket earlier that morning and carefully pulled over her hands. 

“Oh! But I won't be able to feel the snow now!” You could almost feel her whine, as stuck out her lower lip pouted up at you. 

But you only shook your head fondly as you pulled a matching pink bobble head over her hair, “You’ll most definitely still feel it Wands, it’s just to stop you getting too cold. Okay?” 

“Okay.” 

You smiled at her, she was practically overflowing with excitement, “Alright sweetheart, go enjoy yourself. I’ll be out with some hot chocolate soon.” 

Now you see, Wanda had never seen snow before. The blanket of pristine white powder that had fallen during the night, holding the land in its icy grip and the look on her face when she’d woken up that morning and taken in the view from the window was a look you’d never forget. Such pure excitement and rushing anticipation to experience it all. 

Every year whenever it snowed, the Avenger’s liked to open up their campus to the kids in the local community. The wide-open fields provided not only a big, but also safe place for them to happily play. Parents had a temporary respite and the whole team grew their relationships with the community as a whole. Plus, the kids had fun too. It was a win, win.  

During breakfast Wanda had practically been bouncing in her seat. They’d opened the field half an hour ago and there were already several kids putting in the work to make some snowmen. All she wanted was to go out there and join them as soon as possible. So as soon she’d finished eating the last of her waffles, she’d headed straight for the field. 

You paused for a moment to watch the wonder on her face as she dove into the soft white snow, the wide grin on her face felt contagious as your own lip’s helplessly morphed into a soft loving smile.  

“Right, hot chocolate.” You said to yourself, bringing yourself back to reality, stealing one last glance at your girlfriend in the snow - she’d laid flat on her back and had begun making snow angels after a little girl had showed her how. 

You turned on your toes and headed back to the kitchen, taking out a stack of cardboard cups and making sure you had enough for everyone. Once you were sure, you began heating up the milk. Yes, you used milk. The debate of whether to use milk or hot water had been had way too many times. Sam insisted that you were meant to use hot water which had horrified you the first time you heard his claim. As you waited for the milk to warm, you stood up on your tiptoes to pull a fresh bag of mini marshmallows from the cupboard. 

They were meant to be hidden in Natasha’s secret stash of snacks, but you figured she wouldn’t mind… as long as you placed them before she noticed they were gone. Once the milk had heated you added the hot chocolate powder and poured it into the cups, decorating each one with whipped cream and a generous sprinkle of the marshmallows. Perfect. 

Heading back to the door, you called out loudly, “Kids! Who wants hot chocolate?” Receiving several loud squeals of excitement in response as they all turned and ran back inside to grab a cup.  

They were all well-mannered and you smiled fondly as each child said a ‘thank you’ before taking their cup and racing back outside. After each cup had been taken you noticed that the large white mug, you’d made special sit sat on the side of the countertop. Wanda hadn’t even come inside for hot chocolate, you smiled to yourself at just how much she must’ve been enjoying herself before taking the cup, feeling its warmness sink into your hands before grabbing a scarf and heading out into the snow to find her. 

Several other members of the team had also decided to join in on the fun and you couldn’t hold back a laugh as you saw Clint get pelted in the face by a snowball hurled by Natasha from several feet away. Tony also seemed to be enjoying himself, he’d apparently crowned himself leader of the 6-year-olds and they were all using his technology to build a huge igloo to play inside. 

“Wands?” You called out as you got closer to your team members, to which your eyes widened in surprise seeing a familiar head of messy brunette hair pop up from behind a huge snow boulder that was apparently the base to a huge snowman that her and Steve had joined up to build.  

“Wands!” You smiled but then her messy hair caught your attention, “Sweetheart, where’s your hat? Hm? I thought I told you to wear it.” You said - you would’ve put your hands on your hips, but you were still holding her mug, “Oh, and your gloves.” You added with a sigh as you realised, she was also missing her pink accessories. 

“I’m sorry! They were just getting in the way, and I really wanted to just feel the snow.” 

“And did you?”  

Wanda beamed excitedly as she knelt down and picked up some snow, pressing it into a ball before holding it proudly, “Yes, look!” 

How could you lecture her about keeping warm when she was just so cute. “Look what I brought you.” You smiled, remembering the chocolatey drink in your hands, “Here you go.” 

To say her eyes lit up would be an understatement. They practically sparkled as she accepted the warm cup, her cold hands cradling the object as if it were the most important thing in the world. She took a sip and looked up at you, “Thank you baby.” She murmured, the gratitude in her voice clear. 

You smiled back at her, “No problem sweetie, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” You said, removing the scarf you’d put on earlier and gently wrapped it around her neck instead, to which she instantly snuggled against it, “But seriously, you’re going to catch your death out here if you don’t stay home so keep that on for me darling, okay?” 

"She's really got you wrapped around her finger, huh?" Natasha smirked playfully as she walked past, and you didn’t notice the way her hand was suspiciously hidden behind her back. 

You shot her a fake glare, "Well, when your girlfriend looks at snow like it's the most magical thing in the world, you'd do anything to make sure she stays warm and happy." 

Wanda giggled, taking another sip of her hot chocolate, her eyes never leaving yours. The warmth in her gaze made your heart flutter, and you couldn't help but be grateful for these moments of joy. But your attempt of saving the moment was starkly stopped when you felt the sudden shock of feeling a freezing hold object hit the back of your neck followed by what could only be described as hyena laughing coming from the redheaded assassin a few yards away. 

“Got you!” Natasha managed to say inbetween laughs. 

��Oh, you are so on.” You smirked widely, cracking your knuckles before picking up your own handful of snow, “Come on, let’s get her Wands’.” 

After a spirited exchange of snowballs, you all collapsed into the snow, breathless and grinning and as the evening settled in, the Avengers decided to wrap up the snow day festivities. The kids, rosy-cheeked and filled with joy, gathered around for a final round of hot chocolate before heading home. Wanda, still wrapped in the scarf you had given her, stood close by, she was a little quieter now, seemingly having used up all her energy during her day of fun and the small yawns she’d been trying to hide in your scarf was your sign she was probably ready for bed. 

As the last of the kids said their goodbyes, you turned your attention back to Wanda. Both her cheeks and nose were slightly red from the cold, and she sniffled a little as she tried to suppress another yawn. You couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable exhaustion. She really did make that snow day worth it’s while and you were so glad that she enjoyed herself so much. 

"Looks like someone had a lot of fun today," you teased, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. 

Wanda leaned into your side, nodding with a content smile. "It was incredible, Y/N, I've never experienced anything like this before. The snow, it was so cold but oh it was amazing! I loved it so much!” 

You pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, sweetheart. Now, how about we get you inside and warmed up a bit? I’ve already put the fluffy blanket you like in the dryer, so it’ll be super warm for you.” 

Before long, the two of you were cuddled up beneath the blanket on one of the sofas in the living quarters. Some cheesy reality TV show was playing on the big TV screen though you weren’t really watching, it was there for the benefit of Clint and Bruce who’d also joined the pair of you and were currently arguing over who was the best Kardashian – much to your amusement.  

After some time, you noticed that Wanda's eyes were growing heavy as she snuggled against you. Her head rested against your shoulder, and her breathing slowed down. It was evident that the combination of the day's excitement and the warmth of the blanket was lulling her to sleep. 

Gently, you lifted her in your arms and carried her to your shared bedroom. You carefully laid her down on the bed, tucking her in with extra care. Wanda mumbled a soft 'thank you my love' in her sleepy state, and you pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed yourself. It didn’t take long and soon you were back to the bed and cuddled up under the blankets and falling asleep right beside her. 

The next morning, you woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. You stretched lazily, feeling well-rested after the previous day's festivities. Turning to your side, you expected to see Wanda still peacefully asleep. However, you were met with a surprising sight. 

Wanda was awake, sitting up in bed with a sheepish smile on her face. She held a tissue in one hand, and her nose was slightly red. It was then that you noticed a faint, adorable sneeze escape her, which she quickly tried to muffle with the tissue. 

You couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable attempt to be quiet. "Bless you, Wands," you whispered, sitting up beside her. 

She sniffled and rubbed her nose, giving you a sheepish smile. "Sorry, did I wake you up baby? I was trying to be quiet.” She sniffled again, however this time it didn’t have the intended effect, her breath hitching a little as her face shifted into an awaiting look of anticipation. 

“Hh.. Hih-H’iiishu!”   

“Bless you bab- Bless you! Are you okay?- bless you again!” Your eyes widened as your girlfriend couldn’t seem to stop sneezing, “Goodness sweetheart! Now you see this is why we wrap up warm when it’s freezing out. I think you’ve caught yourself a cold my love. 

Wanda pouted slightly as scrunched up her nose, “Maybe just a little one but it was really worth it, I swear!” 

“Oh of course, that seemed like just little cold.” You rolled your eyes at her stubborn nature before softening at the sound of her small pitiful sniffles, “I’ll tell you what, how about we have a cosy day in today?” 

Wanda smiled, her grin dancing on her lips, “That sounds amazing pumpkin.” 

“I’m glad it does baby, cosy day in it is then!” 

So, the two of you, adorned in fluffy pyjamas, armed with a tissue box and the big, thick duvet from your bed settled onto the sofa again, snuggling down against each other before you handed Wanda the remote, letting her pick a movie to watch. 

Wanda scrolled through the list of movies on the screen. After a brief discussion, you both settled on a classic romantic comedy – something light and heartwarming to lift Wanda's spirits. The movie started playing, and the soft glow from the screen illuminated the room. 

As the movie progressed, you noticed your girlfriend’s eyes growing heavy, and her head slowly drooping onto your shoulder. The combination of the movie and the warmth of the blanket had lulled her into a peaceful slumber. You couldn't resist pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before allowing yourself to succumb to the urge to nap right there with her. 

Unbeknownst to you, Tony had been wandering around the living quarters, looking for something to entertain himself. As he strolled past your shared space, he couldn't help but notice the adorable scene unfolding on the sofa. There you were, wrapped in the oversized duvet, with Wanda nestled against your side, both of you sound asleep. 

The genius smirked mischievously. Instead of waking either of you up, he simply pulled out his phone and took a quick photo... then a selfie with the two of you in the background – oh how he’d tease you both about this later -. before quietly asking FRIDAY to call Romanoff and Barton down to the living room. 

Tony stood proudly, as if he had orchestrated the whole thing. “I didn't know they could be this sappy.” He teased quietly. 

“Should we wake them up?” Clint whispered, not wanting to disturb either of you. 

“Nah, let ‘em sleep. Wanda probably needs it, and Y/N will be grumpy if we wake them anyway.” Tony cautioned before sneaking away from the room. 

Natasha, who had her own soft spot for romance, simply nodded in agreement. Before nudging Clint to take a closer look at how your hand was holding your girlfriend’s even in your sleep, "Looks like someone's got a touch of the love bug." 

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[oldsargasso]

ficlet: should've atoned by now

what if Way faked his death and ran away and also he started getting morning sickness? and called Kenta for help? and I've been having a lot of pack-related thoughts thanks to @le-trash-prince? (I'm about to respond to your asks I just had to get this out of my brain)

and then I wrote 1k of it? what if that happened.

way-centric. implied pete/way. (background kenta/dean + polycule if I were to actually finish this) warning for pregnancy & pregnancy termination

The first morning he throws up, Way thinks it's due to the awful hangover he's woken up with. He's never drinking curaçao again. No matter how fun the cocktails had been, it's not worth this. There's not a lot in his new apartment, but at least he'd picked up some groceries the day before yesterday. Once he can get off the floor—the lovely, cool, quiet floor—he'll figure out what to eat to settle his stomach.

The next morning, he's forced to reassess. He's not drunk, or hungover. Maybe a stomach bug, he thinks, brushing his teeth twice to get rid of the taste of bile.

A week of mornings later, he's forced to reassess again. It's probably not a stomach bug or a virus that's making him puke his guts up every morning while leaving him with no other side effects.

Pulling out his phone, he searches up possible causes. One particular answer comes up repeatedly. But—no chance. It's out of the question. They hadn't—but they had, Way's memory helpfully informs him. The second time that night. He doesn't know if Pete knew because he knew or if Way was just far too easy to read with his walls down. But that second time, Pete had spooned up behind Way and pushed inside him bare, whispering things into his shoulders that Way had forced himself not to hear.

Then they'd gotten up, gotten dressed, and gone to confront their father, and Way had consciously not thought about it in the three weeks since.

Way slumps back down next to the sink.

"Fuck," he tells the bathroom, voice rough after days without speaking to anyone.

There's only one way to know for sure. Somehow, when Way had been making plans upon plans, he hadn't thought to include a fucking doctor for his new identity. A stupid oversight. He'd gotten sloppy, distracted, the past few months.

Digging a denim jacket out of the depths of his closet, Way shoves a cap on his head and a mask over his face, and heads for the biggest chemist in town.

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It feels too conspicuous to just buy a single pregnancy test. Wandering the aisles for a little while, Way tosses various other items into his basket. He'll probably never need a lavender-scented heat pack but hey, why not? Maybe the teenager working the register will think he's buying all this for a girlfriend or something. It’s still hard to shove down the desire to reach out and make someone like her just forget they ever saw him—Way does it despite the effort required. Crams the urge into one of the many boxes in his mind labelled DON’T and leaves it there to remain untouched.

Not, as Way finds out a few minutes later, that the teenager cares even the slightest bit about what Way is purchasing, beyond telling him the total and sighing impatiently when it takes him more than a millisecond to fumble his card out of his wallet. Taking the proffered bag and receipt, Way escapes from her judgemental glare.

He makes it home without getting stuck talking to his overly-friendly neighbour, which is a minor miracle in itself. Way's fairly certain the guy doesn't work, or do anything other than sit and stare out the window, waiting to ambush anyone passing by. Even pretending to be on the phone doesn't dissuade him, Way has unhappily discovered.

Half a bottle of water later, Way takes the test.

Then he takes half an hour to work up the courage to check the results.

"Fuck," he says emphatically at the awful cheerful positive indicator. "Fuck." How the fuck is he—how is Ice, 36 year old beta who recently quit his job in admin at a car dealership and moved to his mother's hometown after her untimely death—supposed to terminate a pregnancy? Without anyone knowing?

Several deep breaths and a shot of whiskey later, Way lines up all his contingency plans and goes through them all, one by one. Four hours later, he makes a single phone call.

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Contingency plan #53 turns up four uncomfortable mornings later with an extremely uninvited companion.

"You tried to kill Babe, " Way says, ignoring Kenta's polite greeting.

"Sure did," Dean answers, all false bravado and trembling fingers. "Tried to kill Charlie too."

Way couldn't hold back the eye roll. "Obviously I don't care about that." He sighs. It still kinda hurts to start talking these days. He refuses to be one of those people that talks to themselves out loud all the time though.

"He only did it all that because I convinced him to," Kenta adds in a mild tone.

"Fuck off," Dean scowls at him. "You aren't the boss of me. You can't make me do anything." Kenta looks back, face impassive as usual.

"Come inside, " Way orders them both. "My neighbours are so nosy." He steps back to wave them through the door. Dean moves past him, close enough for their arms to brush. He smells like himself: warm cotton and frangipani, and he also smells like pack. It hits Way visceral and deep. The urge to pull his pack member, his pup, close and safe is overwhelming; Way's moving before the thought is even fully formed.

Dean's lost weight. His shoulder blades are so fragile under Way's hands. He's torn between the desire to squeeze tighter: to crush Dean down to a fine powder, and an intense longing to shove him into the comfortable chair in front of the TV and feed him until he's overfull. He does neither. Just holds an increasingly trembling Dean with both arms tight, tight, breathing deep of his scent until it’s all Way can sense.

The whole time, Kenta stands and stares at them. Unsurprising, really. He's probably still learning that humans have emotions. Way frowns at him just for fun, just to make him flinch, then goes back to burying his nose in Dean's hair.

"Welcome home," Way whispers and doesn't even complain when Dean gets the front of his shirt all wet.

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

December Drabbles

Prompt 24: Gift Character(s): Jamil + Najma (you guys are all lucky I promised my s/o I would make this fluffy and good in Jamil's favour) ------------------------------------------------------- "Go on, open it." Jamil gave Najma a withering look as he looked over the haphazardly wrapped .....thing in his hands. "I should wait one more ni-" "Oh come on, don't be stuck up about it just open it! I want you to have it for tomorrow morning." Najma rocked a bit back and forth in excitement on her brothers bed, watching his reactions a little too closely for his liking. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "We aren't kids anymore Najma, I can be patient to open a gift. I can just open this first thing tomorrow, pro-" "I will put a cockroach in your bed while you sleep, open the damn gift Jamil it's not going to kill you." It was her turn to give Jamil an unamused look as she shook her head a bit. "Besides, until we're both eighteen, I'm not giving up the tradition of opening one gift the night before. So kiddo open the present." Jamil gave her another warning glance at the unprecedented nickname, before caving and starting to open the gift she got him. Not a moment later was he stifling a scream as she hunched over in silent laughter at the rubber millipede she had placed on top of his actual gift. Both of them knew better than to make much noise though - neither wanted to wake their parents. Jamil looked rather mad at her, but sighed and let it go, trying not to give her the reaction she wanted beyond his initial one. She was still wiping tears from her eyes as he unfolded a beautiful piece of linen, her laughter slowly coming to a stop as she looked down a little bit. The scarf was made with high quality materials, both by the feel and look of it. It was in his favourite colour, but there were many tiny details hidden in the stitching that he could just barely make out, but all of them focused on him, or his family. "I kinda ran out of extra money so I figured making something might be ok. I wanted to get you dance shoes but...I figured since in a year or so you'll be interning somewhere probably far away from here....and who knows you might go completely off grid but...you're a practical person. A scarf fits easily in a suitcase, backpack, pocket. You can utilize in different ways, I know you can I've seen you do it. Or...you can use it for decoration...if you wanted to." Not hearing a response from her brother, she groaned a bit and threw her head back. "Ok ok I know it was cheesy, if you're gonna tease me just say somet-" The last thing she had expected was for Jamil to hug her. It took her a moment, but she hugged him back, patting his back awkwardly. "You ok?....you're kinda weirding me out Jamil, if you don't like it I'll just keep it." Jamil gave her a small squeeze and shook his head as he pulled away. "Sorry, that wasn't the message I meant to convey. Your gift is fine...but Najma..." He took a seat next to her, grabbing her hand gently.

"You don't need to worry about being able to contact me. You're the one person in this and any other world I would regret cutting ties with. I'll keep this with me wherever I go. It means more to me than any material item I've gotten before. I promise you though, I won't go anywhere you can't follow...when it's your time to." She finally managed a smile again, a little more reassured as her brother conquered the nagging worries in the back of her mind so easily. "We both wanna get outta here huh?" He chuckled softly, and a little sadly as he wrapped one arm around her and gave her a squeeze again. "Yeah. Once I've got a solid start, then you can move in any time. You just have to pull your weight, got it?" She leaned on his shoulder and nodded. "Got it." "Good." He shoved her out of his bed, causing her to squawk and immediately cover her mouth, giggling a little bit at the sound she made as they waited for a beat for any sound their parents had woken up. After they were in the clear, Jamil spoke again, smiling more. "Now go get to bed kiddo tomorrow's going to be a lot more fun." She stuck her tongue out at him before scurrying out of his room, looking forward to tomorrow, and the future. One less thing to worry about. As Jamil sat in bed, he looked over the scarf one more time, smiling warmly as he hung it over his bed for now. Yeah, there was no way that was going to be used for anything but a loving memory.

[the-ikran-man]

@recom-week Secret Prompt: Horror: Existential - Eldritch - Cosmic

Warning:

Some cursing

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Log 1: Miles Quaritch

It's been at least 7 hours since I woke up in this ship. Stuck in that death trap they call a tank. I had to break it to get out, no matter how much I yelled, no one came to help me, cut myself up pretty badly.

I found some clothes, which is good, but I haven't seen anyone else yet, which is...not good.

I'll explore some more later on, or tomorrow, time is hard to gauge out here, it could have been a whole week for all I know.

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Log 2: Miles Quaritch

Figured I'd map out the place, know where I am and everything. Found a working tablet, started using that. It's a temporary fix, I know, it'll run out of power at some point, but for now, it's the best I got.

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Log 3: Miles Quaritch

Found something that could be considered food while I was mapping out more of the ship. Weird outer space crap I wouldn't even feed to a dog.

At least I got something to eat now, beggars can't be choosers. Especially right now. Who knows if I'll find anything else.

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Log 6: Miles Quaritch

Fuck, I don't know when my luck really kicked in, but I found-

I found Wainfleet, I've never been so glad to see his ugly mug in my entire life. He was hidden away in this storage room, huddled up in the corner, shaking like a leaf.

He's been muttering about things in the walls ever since I found him. Don't know how long he's been here, hiding, but he must have woken up before me, if the state of the place is anything to go by.

Feels good to not be alone anymore though.

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Log 9: Miles Quaritch

I'm a little bugged out about the things Lyle's been muttering about. Things in the walls. Too many eyes, too many teeth. That's real freaky, considering I haven't seen heads or tails of anything outside of us. Think his paranoia is getting to me.

I'm a little more cautious when I go out to map the final parts of the ship.

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Log 12: Miles Quaritch

Lyle's started following me around. First time he's come out of his little hidey hole. He sticks too close, like a lost kid, his tail curled around some part of me at all times.

Really haven't seen him this freaked out before.

I found some more food, gave it to him, don't know when's the last time he's had anything resembling a meal. He struggles to get it down like he's forgotten how to eat.

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Lyle doesn't get any better over the course of days. if anything he gets worse. Quaritch had a place he went to when he wasn't moving about the ship, but Lyle refused to go anywhere near it, shoving himself back into that storage room to hide.

"It's safe, it's safe, it's safe," he mutter when Quaritch tried to get answers out of him about it. He'd never explained beyond that.

He'd point out areas and things like something was going to leap out of them ready to attack, trembling like a baby deer.

---

"No..." Lyle whispers as he presses himself further against the wall, like if he tried hard enough he'd merge with it.

Quaritch is over in the doorway, braid in hand, having decided to take matters into his own hands.

"It's either this or you tell me what you've been seeing that got you ready to jump out the airlock."

Lyle cowered.

"Braid way it is then," Quaritch said, moving further into the room.

Lyle doesn't make it easy, letting out such a screech it makes Quaritch's ears go back, though doesn't really stop him.

They struggle in the space, Quaritch just trying to get Lyle to connect with him so he could just see whatever is going on in Lyle's head, so he could understand why he was freaking out so much.

Quaritch wins out in the end.

He doesn't like what he finds, what he sees, wht he feels.

---

Separating from Lyle is like trying to pull sandpaper off your arm, like attempting to swallow when your throat is dry and raw.

Lyle curls up in a ball, sobbing in broken notes as Quaritch pulls away, from him moving quickly away from him, his chest heaving, reaching and gripping the doorway with trembling hands as he tries to comprehend what he'd just experienced.

"You saw them too, you saw them too," he can just hear Lyle say-no, whimper, the other rocking jerkily back and forth.

Quaritch doesn't stay in there. He can't.

He flees from there, to the safety of his own space, finding a something solid to sit against.

He tries to tell himself that he was going to be fine. What he'd seen, what Lyle had- he hadn't seen anything right in front of his face, maybe Lyle was just messed up so bad being out here by himself, before Quaritch showed up and found him, that's he'd started to imagine things.

Yeah, that had to be, that's what it was.

That's all.

---

And then some time later, once he's managed to convince himself that he'd experienced through Lyle hadn't been real, when he's falling back into his sort of new routine, he hears them.

In the walls.

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A/N: Recom week has been so fun for us to participate in. We don't normally join in on these types of things, but we're really glad we did this time.

[ptrckjcne]

Idk if you’re still doing it but…I’ll put every book I can find here for you. Your McDanno ideas give me oxygen. (Plus I would love to know what RDR2 ideas you may have.) you’ve made me wish for a crossover now of RDR2 and H50.

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ohhhh am i glad you asked!! first of all, thank you?? that makes me so happy to hear – and moving on, yes i've got some more rdr2/mcdanno ideas cooking away.

i've been playing rdr2 nonstop now since i handed in my exam, and let's just say it's taken it's toll on my creativity–

(i may have titled the ideas i've actually started writing and if you think that sound familiar because it's a mission from red dead redemption, both games, then weeeeell you're quite right)

ideas below the cut, let's rumbleeee

📕 – we loved once and true

steve and danny are teenagers, confused and on the run, set somewhere during the 1870s. think the town of valentine, just earlier, and think a storyline that resembles that of dutch and hosea finding john and arthur.

they first meet in a saloon, seeking shelter from the rain. steve's the son of an outlaw and a bounty hunter, a tale that's tragic on its own, and danny's the son of a wealthy family with ideals he considers to be wrong. they spend an afternoon and a night together, dodging drunken fools while waiting for the rain to let up.

finding out they have quite a bit in common, they spend some days together, getting to know one another and falling in love – though this is what terrifies them, because what's a future for two gay teenagers in the wild west?

one morning, about the same time as the sun rises, they part ways, steve heading for the forest where he left his horse, secure and sheltered, while danny heads for the plains, a train, and a future somewhere else.

(the next bit technically works as a we loved once and true II)

five years later they meet again, under another set of unfortunate circumstances. danny's new and better life was in a gang, led by joe white. steve's a man on the run, scarred (physically and mentally) and hardened by a life as a lone wolf. there's a bounty on his head, and he's skittish, his trusted horse the only one he truly trusts.

the gang needs money, and danny's set to lead a little group that does bounty hunting. however, when he sees a poster with steve's name on it, he sets out alone. ain't no way some other fools are gonna put a bullet in steve and earn money from it.

and then yadda yadda, you know how it goes. danny gets steve to trust him, and instead of turning him in, he shows steve the value of a family and introduces him to the gang – though it's not always easy – and so on, and so forth.

writing down this i came to realise i have far too many ideas for this, so oops watch me make an attempt at actually writing this and possibly turning this into a series? god help me

📗 – stranger in a strange land

amnesia!fic but make it the wild west (can you tell i'm a sucker for wounded!steve ending up at danny's ranch one way or another?)

steve's taken a beating. a bad beating. he's got on his horse, and he's got his horse moving, but he passes out long before they get anywhere, and is woken to someone desperately trying to calm down his horse. enter danny, who nearly shot steve's mustang instead of the pronghorn he was hunting, and now heads home with a horse and a wounded man.

he quickly establishes that this stranger's got a bad case of amnesia, that he's taken a beating, and that someone's probably coming for him – to save him or kill him, danny doesn't know.

he keeps him around, let's him heal, helps him through nightmares that show glimpses of what he's been through, and let's the powerhouse of a mustang rest up in the field with his horses.

when the time comes, and someone does come for steve, it's not to kill him (but danny's got his rifle at his side, because he's grown fond of this dumbass stranger who's stuck in what he keeps calling a "strange land"), but to bring him home, but as it turns out, steve returns after only a few days – because he kind of like really enjoyed the quiet and peace of ranching with danny.

📘 – honor, amongst thieves

thief!danny & lawman!steve

danny likes to think of himself as a robin hood type of guy. ever since he got the sole custody of grace, it was what he needed to do – no job was interested in keeping him, no ranch was interested in a farmhand with family ties that could take him away from work, and he wasn't about to risk his life to become a bounty hunter, regardless of how well it would pay him.

so, he steals. he steals, and he gets a criminal record, and he moves them around more often than not.

however, as he comes across a new town, a rustling city more than a dusty town, really, he figures they can stay a while. crime spikes, and his petty little thefts will be overlooked as yet another wanted outlaw is hanged for his crimes. there's a lawman set to work danny's case, though.

steve's the "runt" of the force. he didn't want to become a lawman, yet had no choice, his father forcing him to be a police officer. he gets set to work the lamest cases, and when people start reporting stolen purses, wallets and money clips (among other things), he's set to figure it out. he just didn't expect the thief to be ... well, danny.

📙 – blood feuds, ancient and modern

rival gangs rival gangs rival gangs

romeo and juliet, but make them gay cowboys in rival gangs. shooting at each other at noon, bandaging each other's wounds and kissing at six pm. that's really all there is to this idea at this point.

📚 – lost, and not quite found

freddie and steve had to split up, their best chances of survival being that if they split. steve makes it out alive, freddie doesn't, and steve then decides he's going to make it back to where freddie died, bringing him to a place of peace to bury him.

on the way, one late night, he stumbles across the small camp of a nature photographer, who offers him shelter for the night. steve reluctantly stays (he's just survived being betrayed by a man who once gave him shelter, naturally he's going to be unsure about the offer), and as things would have it, the two really hit it off.

steve leaves, however, in the morning, continuing his mission to give freddie peace, and danny continues his work, gathering photos for an upcoming exhibition. they're not expecting to see each other again – not until danny's been chased around by wolves, and in a desperate attempt to calm his horse down, returns to his old camp, only to find steve there.

he's given freddie peace, he's honoured him, but he can never go back to the life he lived before. danny tells him about the wolves, unsure of why – but when steve offers to help him out, claiming he "knows his way around the wildlife and the woods," it makes sense to danny. and suddenly he had an extra name to credit on the exhibition

and nooow for the two ideas that aren't rdr2 inspired!

📔 – fever pitch

soccer dad!danny and talent scout!steve

charlie's this massive talent on the football (soccer) pitch, and it's no secret to anyone that there are big clubs from all over the world looking to sign him to their academies. steve is the big shot talent scout for one of said big clubs (manchester united), but he's had a bit of a drought on the recruitment side. however, he flies to the us to sit down with charlie (and danny and grace), and gets them to move to england.

at first, danny's negative to the idea, because it's england, and it's away from their family, and moving there means his son is really growing up. however, he's not too happy about this fancy-clad talent scout that came to uproot their lives, and intends on complaining about it to him.

however, steve's traveling a lot, and offers the williams' to stay in his house until they get settled in the city, and when he returns after a business trip late one night – to find danny in his kitchen, tea towel over his shoulder as he's cooking something italian, he's finding it real nice to have company again. and, danny finds it very nice to see that this guy, the fancy talent scout with a shit-ton of money – well, he's not so bad (and he looks really good in cargo pants, not that danny'd ever tell him).

📖 – down by the river avon

because mcdanno au's in england >

danny's a professor. this big shot, amazing professor, that's being headhunted to teach at universities all around the world. for a while he was interested, but when grace was born, it was a no from him, and he stayed put. however, as the university of bath looks to recruit a new professor, they reach out for him – first for a trial year.

he doesn't want to, but grace convinces him he should ("it's a good idea, danno, and i can come visit you when i visit grandma and grandpa in london,"). due to delays in getting his apartment ready, he ends up staying at a nearby hotel, and the pub down by the river becomes his go-to watering hole.

it's a good thing the barkeep is kind of really attractive.

steve's up and left his life in hawaii, after the death of his parents and years as a navy seal that's given him more grief and pain than anything else. now he owns the scuttlebutt, a cosy pub down by the river avon. his customers are mostly regulars, those who come time and time again, regardless of season and weather, but when there's a new guy stumbling in, his interest peaks.

and, as the year progresses, his interest never once dips.

[creativebrainrot]

I want to write up a little open journal entry about yesterday, and well. Life, lately.

Content Warning for the death of a pet. mentions of abuse. mentions of my abuser.

Today was the day of my childhood pet's vet appointment. BK had been off her thyroid medication since late January / early February this year. I didn't realize how long that was, my dad had been trying and failing to save up for her healthcare. Yesterday, she was panting, didn't want to be touched, on top of other health issues we noticed this/last week, and we knew she was dying. One day off of her appointment, after we finally had managed to save up. When we set the appointment it was a 17 day long wait, and I knew she wouldn't make it. She was put to rest yesterday, I asked my dad to take her to vet to be put to sleep. I've watched too many animals die slowly in this house because we couldn't take care of them. We had saved up just enough for her euthanasia.

The night of the 25th I thought she was already dying, so I pet her and laid my head on her body like one last goodbye but she woke up. I tried to sleep but I had to check on her one more time before I could and when I looked where she usually was, she was still staring at my bedroom door.

When I woke up she was already in a bad state.

I got one last goodbye and goodmorning from her.

she was a really cute cat, I had her since I was 4 or 5. She died at 17 or 16 years old and she was so so so happy and sweet and cute for every single one of those years.

I couldn't go to the vet's with my dad. I had just woken up and I despise crying infront of other people. I don't like it. (I don't like it because I don't look how I should. no other reason. people see a "short little girl" and I hate it.)

We tried to work a bit yesterday, the day she left. But our car's engine light came on, and that was just too much to deal with.

I have no reason to stay in this house anymore. Neither does my dad. Today, 27th of April, 2023, we're going to seriously start moving. Selling things we don't want, packing up what we do want.

We spent this whole year so far trying to just save up enough to move smoothly but honestly? I think it will feel smooth even if we have to buy a car that's definitely a one-way ticket. Even if it's the worst used-lemon of a car we've ever driven before, we'll be somewhere that's finally our's.

This house was the very last bargaining chip our abuser used against us. I cannot emphasize enough that everything was rigged against us from the very start. The mortgage company won't talk to my dad. When our abuser was alive they didn't talk to my dad either- none of the companies did. My dad wasn't the sole owner so he never got to apply for any of the housing aid he wanted to. and then desantis. who doesn't exactly "like" poor people. like us. or anyone remotely like us at all, actually.

If we can just get to somewhere new- be it a mobile home, two apartments, a house in a state like this one, it will STILL be an upgrade. Because the system, including our own personal abuser, never let this be our house. This is just "where we're stuck living," and it's been that my entire life.

my dad wanted so badly to fix this house up and love it but everyday it gets a bit harder to stay here. Everyday a new issue crops up that makes us ask, "why are we still trying to live here?"

even if we did like the house, we're still in a state that get's too hot for us to live comfortably, we're still in a state that wants us dead. we're still cut off from care we need and in a state where everything is too expensive for us.

So it's time to say goodbye and move. I'm only 21 and I don't want to watch my dad die in this house- he's in good health. And we want it to stay that way. We're hoping Maine has clinics that we can afford care from easier. DoorDash usually gets us 20$ an hour, so if we can get a car that can keep driving or maybe fix our current one, we'll be right back on our feet. My dad was looking into DoorDash's e-bike program, he really loves working for DoorDash.

My personal dream is an apartment all to myself that's just the right size for my cat and I, that I can make money off of vocal work & art from. I want to work from home so that I'm never forced outside when I don't want to be or can't handle it. I want to work from home because all my friends right now are online. I want a nice apartment within walking distance of nice places.

I want true freedom for myself and my dad. and I think, we'll get that.

no matter what.

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey Bestie 🖤 I have a Taligaro request please 🙏 Let's say we're dating for a while now and it's getting really serious and Taligaro has problems with saying " I love you" for the first time cause he never had luck with women but he is deeply in love with us and wants to show and tell us what he feels. How would he do that? Take your time as always Bestie 🖤 Love you 🖤🖤🖤

Of course bestie, I hope you like it 🤗 Love you too 💚💚💚

Taligaro was the sweetest and kindest man you had ever known, it was a wonderful day when you both finaly admitted your feelings for eachother. You had grown up together, but were separated as teenagers when your family moved away and Taligaro joined the forces. It was another 5 hears until you moved away and became a warrior, helping people in villages all over the land. You would do a variety of things, from clearing out bandits who had taken control of a village, to slaying any wolves, bears or beasts that hurt or hunted people. You were a woman of many talents, and that's how to bumped back into Taligaro.

You stumbled upon him and his army when you were visiting a village, he was there to offer services after a group of bandits burned down the villages blacksmiths. You barely recognized him at first, he had changed quite a bit. He was a lot muscular, had longer hair and a beard. It really suited him, but you didnt tell him that at first. Seeing him again was like no time had passed, you were just like bestfriends again, taking the mickey out of eachother, winding eachother up, but still being by his side. After about a few months, you both ended up getting a little drunk and confessing your feelings, that resulted in a rather long night spent in his large tent, you were surprised you could walk the next day to be honest. But ever since then, he was always there for you, supporting you and telling you how beautiful you were everyday.

You could've just woken up and your hair could've been a mess, but he would still find something nice to say about you. He was sweet like that. You knew you loved him, but were unsure about saying it out loud, thankfully, he hadn't said it either. Maybe he was just as nervous as you were, but you didnt care, you were happy. One evening when his army are setting up their tents to rest for the night, you were doing the same as Taligaro approached you. His hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you in for a hug, placing a kiss upon your neck. "There's my beautiful muse, I've missed you today" "I'm not surprised Tal, you've been stuck training the new recruits on how to fight whilst on their horse"

"Its a pain I never knew I could experience" you chuckle as you turn around, his hands still holding you, as you put your arms around his neck and pull him down slightly for a sweet and much needed kiss. "I'll never get tired of that, your kisses are as sweet as sugar Y/N" "Why thank you Tal, you always know what to say to make me smile dont you" "Its just one of my many talents" "Oh it's safe to say I love your 'many talents'" He chuckles lightly at you, knowing exactly what you mean. "So Tal, why did you choose this place to camp tonight? It seems a little out of the way" he gives you a little smile "That's because I have a suprise for you"

"A suprise? Oh no please dont say that your getting me to train the new recruits instead?! That's just torture!" You both burst into laughter. "No Y/N I would never do that to you. No, I have something nice planned in mind for us. Once you've put up your tent, meet me by mine. I'll show you" he leaves one more kiss on your lips before letting you go and walking over to his tent. What could he have planned? You only take a few minutes to pitch up your tent, after doing this so many times before, you could do it with your eyes closed. Once your done you head over to Tal's tent, where he is waiting for you. "Come on beautiful, walk with me" he takes you by the hand as he leads you to the forest beside the camp.

His fingers interlock with yours, you loved it when he did that, you could really feel him. In fact you loved feeling every part of him. His soft and not tickly beard when he kissed you, his hair when you would run your fingers through it as he slept on your chest, the smooth soft skin on his muscular arms and back as you stroked them or dug your nails into when you were sleeping with him. His body was pure bliss, and that's not even mentioning his 'blessed' lower appendage. He lead you through the trees of this small forest, weaving through it like he knew exactly where to turn, had he been hear before? When you both finaly reach the edge of the forest, infront of you it looks like another world. There is a large lake, and the surface is so still and clear, it is reflecting the last of the sunset, shining and making beautiful shades of orange and purple as they dance across the sky.

That's where you see a little boat, big enough to fit maybe 4 people, waiting at the side of the lake. Taligaro walks up to the boat and holds out his hand to you. "My lady? Shall we?" You feel the heat rush to your cheeks as you blush, this was so beautiful, so romantic, you couldn't help but feel the way you did. You take his hand and he helps you into the boat, climbing in after you. Then he positions himself at the back, with the two ors and starts rowing, in the direction of the middle if the lake. You couldn't help but slightly lean over the side, as you see the ripples move off the boat as it changed the colours on the water. It was beautiful, it was like the sky was underneath you, and it was blending into it's own incredible brand of colours. All the while your smiling and watching the beautiful of the lake, Taligaro was watching you, smiling, knowing that even though this lake is a sight to behold, nothing even came close to being as beautiful as you.

He stopped when the boat was in the middle of the lake, he put down the ors and sat up to look at you. "What do you think of this place Y/N?" "Tal its beautiful! It's like I've been transported to another world, it's just breathtaking" his smile is warm, and soft "Just like you" he says. You turn to look at him, and he looks like he has fallen for you all over again. "Y/N, theres a reason I brought you hear tonight. You see, this is where I used to go when I was away from you" you sit a little closer as you listen to him. "Y/N when you moved away, i felt so...lost. I didn't know what to do, even when i joined the army, i still felt empty inside. I was missing an important piece if me, and that piece was you. When I finaly found you again, it was like my heart was receiving a warm hug from the inside. I never knew how good it would feel just seeing you again, and when our relationship developed into this, it made me feel like I was finaly able to live again"

Your completely in awe of his words, they were beautiful. "When I felt lost, I would come hear, and see the beauty of this place. It reminded me of you. Beautiful, calm, unique and something I wished I could keep forever. I swore to myself the first day I sailed out hear, that when I was lucky enough to find you again, I would bring you hear and tell you this story. The story about my sanctuary, and my home, when my real home was lost...you. Y/N...your my home, my everything... I... I love you" A tear runs down your cheek form his speech, it was the most profound and wonderful thing anyone has ever said to you, your heart felt like it was about to explode. "Tal I...this place is incredible, I'm so honoured that you told me that, and....I love you too...I have been in love with you from the moment we met"

His face changes to pure joy, you had never seen a smile that big on his face before. He couldn't help himself, he leaned over, pulled you into his lap and kissed you like there was no tomorow. Everything finaly felt perfect, it felt complete. You and Taligaro had expressed your true feeling, and you both just enjoy the slow and pure bliss of eachothers lips, eachothers bodies, as the sun and the purpley orangey colours reflected all around you, so you and Tal, were in your own, perfect little world.

[lliinnkk]

This is a fic I've written from a scene out of my daydreams but this scene itself doesn't fit enough into a fandom to put it on AO3, plus if it did, it'd be multiple at once in a rly strange AU buuuuut I'm rly proud of it and I think it's rly cute so I wanna post it here :) I started writing it in February but I'm gonna post it here instead of writing anything new heh 😂

Word Count: 1.75k

Content: self-sacrificial whumpee; hospital whump; non sexual nudity; stubborn whumpee; comfort

(^Never written up smth for whump tag before so I hope this format is good? Hope I didn't miss anything important)

White light. That hospital stench. Kahston?? What the hell's he doing here??

"Oh shit, she's awake!"

Stop screeching this early in the morning, Faith thought, wincing back at the sound. Was there a needle in her arm?

"Didn't expect you to wake up so soon. Glad you're back! We were just finishing up here." Brandy's familiar face caught Faith's blurred vision, creating a sense of sanity in all the confusion.

"Am I..." her voice fell hoarse and dry and she swallowed harshly before speaking again. "Am I in the med centre? When did I get here?" She tried to sit up but Brandy hurriedly yet gently ushered her back down.

"You shouldn't strain yourself right now, just lie down! You've been in a coma for a long time. Just rest for now." Brandy looked strange, acting so serious, but put on a stupid smile like her usual self with an exasperated sigh.

The memories resurfaced slowly as Faith groggily rubbed her eyes. The last thing she could remember was shouting at Julius, and then...here... Oh.

"Where...the hell is everyone? Are they all okay? How long have I been gone for? Kashton??" So many questions, so little time. "I want answers!" Faith demanded.

"Okay, slow down! I told you not to strain yourself alright??" Brandy fussed, looking like she was about to restrain Faith by force. "Kash, why don't you go spread the good word that she's awake? I'll just handle it myself from here. Let's not allow visitors just yet since she's only just woken up."

"Yeah sure, I'll leave you to it then. I guess that's it for training today?" Kash asked, removing his hospital scrubs. Had he been treating Faith as a patient before she woke?

"Yeah go on, take the day off actually, we'll probably all be celebrating with a drink tonight," Brandy winked as she waved Kash out the door.

Faith took this time to take the rest of the room in. The room was full of hospital beds with equipment filled bedside tables but her bed was the only one being used. On her own bedside table she noted the cluttered amount of flowers and get-well-soon cards piled in with all the syringes and drugs of which the sight sent chills down her spine. She felt again the itch to get up.

"So, to explain the situation for you... Hm, this isn't going to be any easy news to break to you." Brandy let out a breath as though the emotional toll of the topic had physically knocked the wind out of her lungs itself as she took a seat on Faith's left. "Since donating seventy years of your lifespan, you've been stuck in a coma for the past week. I'm so sorry."

Faith's eyes widened. "I've been in a coma for a whole week? Seriously? How could I have lost so much time?" Panicked now, Faith made her third attempt at sitting up, this time unchallenged. The world spun around her and her head swam in a thick void of sickeningly painful dizziness.

"Hey, but don't worry! All our plans went ahead smoothly and everyone's actually settled in really well now. And everyone in hospital is healing super quick too, you don't have to worry." Brandy laid a gentle hand on Faith's shoulder to steady her and they made eye contact, though somehow still they couldn't see eye to eye. "You're fine, we're fine. Everything is going absolutely fine. Trust me. All we need you to do for us now is rest."

Faith's brows still furrowed, an expression of devastating betrayal etched across her face. "but... But what's he doing here?? Why's he here, why's Kash here??"

"Julius and I went to rescue him a couple days ago. No, I think it would be five days ago now actually. Yeah, why?" Brandy didn't understand.

"No... No, no, there's no way, why?? Why is he here? What, are you just saying you don't need me or something? Is that what you're saying? I was supposed to go, not Julius, if I was asleep you should've just woken me up, I'd have been fine, it'd have been easy, so easy!"

"What?? Faith, what the hell are you talking about? Did you not hear me or something? I said you were in a coma for a whole week! We weren't even sure if you were gonna survive, there was no way we were gonna make you do anything short of getting out of bed!"

"Just go and rub it in why don't you? I was just sitting here for a whole week and life kept on moving without me as if I'm not here." Blinking back tears, Faith breathed, balling her fists into her hair in an attempt to pull apart the pounding pain by force. Brandy could all but stare, just trying to put together how to react. "I've lost so much time. I... I've got to make up for this somehow. What the hell can I do to make up for this??"

"What the hell did you expect us to do while you were gone though, nothing?"

"No, I expected me not to have been in a god damn coma! I've lost so fucking much now! Why the hell did I have to pass out like that? I should've been stronger!"

"Faith, what the fuck?? You lost seventy years of your life! You'll never get those back!"

"I... Ugh!" Faith didn't know what else to say so she turned over in her bed and pulled the covers over herself but became tangled in wires and needles. "Ugh, I hate this, I hate being here, I feel like I'm being chained down! Get me out of here!"

"Oh alright, just calm down first, I'm only trying to help you," Brandy sighed, gently removing all the strings and wires attached to Faith's body.

Briefly, Brandy left the room only to fetch a spare wheelchair, then returned to the sight of stupid Faith on the stupid floor, groaning with the nauseating pain of jumping out of bed on unsure footing.

"Oh my god. I'm not even surprised you fucking dumbass."

"Help."

"Just get in the god damn chair."

After clambering into her chair she sanitised her hands before wheeling herself with practised precision out into the woods just outside. She shivered in just a hospital gown, cursing the early January air. This decision looked to worsen the state of her already stupid body but she just needed to get out of that damn hospital. Most importantly she needed to be on her own, possibly the most useless and ashamed Faith had ever felt.

"Thought you'd be here." Brandy's voice startled Faith and she quickly wiped her tears on her arm.

"Go away," Faith said, voice wobbling.

"Yeah yeah, I know. I got you a blanket and a bowl of soup. I don't know what the hell you think you're doing in the freezing cold like this," said Brandy, putting the tray of soup and water on the ground to throw a thick blanket over Faith's stunned face.

"Uh...thanks," Faith hummed, reluctantly taking the tray. She found a neat pair of gloves on it and slowly put them on then spooned the broth into her dry mouth. The steaming warmth spread down her throat and into the rest of her body and she felt as though she hadn't tasted something so good in years.

"it's okay you know?" asked Brandy, watching the wind blow brutally through Faith's hair as she continued to eat. "It's okay that you're not okay."

"I'm fine," Faith said, avoiding eye contact.

"Alright then," she took a seat on a nearby stump and hugged herself, thankfully smart enough to have put a coat on before she left. "But I'm not gonna let you just start walking around like you're perfectly healthy."

"I've never been perfectly healthy," Faith scoffed as she rolled her eyes.

"You act like you are."

"I have to."

"Not now you don't."

"Yes I do. What are people gonna think when they see me like this?"

"Not a single one of us hasn't seen you like this."

"Oh so they just don't care?"

"That's not it. Everyone cares, even Julius, that's why he went for you."

"But everyone's just moving on without me now. No one even needs me anymore."

"Faith, that's not true. You're worth more than just a sacrifice."

Faith just sighed and kept eating, eyes fixed on some stray leaf rolling around on the ground.

"You'd never say that about us so why would you say that about yourself?" Brandy stood up and towered over Faith. No response. This was clearly the end of the conversation.

"I'm done," Faith said, putting her spoon down after some time passed.

"Great, let's go back then."

"No, I'm staying here."

"Oh no you're not, you're coming with me," Brandy grinned maliciously, turning the wheelchair around despite Faith's protests. "You're having a shower!"

Faith nagged and shouted but had no strength to fight Brandy when she carried her bridal style into the shower room and gently set her down on a stool, undoing her hospital gown. It probably would've been easier to bathe than shower since she found it so difficult to walk or move but a fear of the ocean came with consequences.

She sat on the plastic stool under the shower head, completely naked and in need of a shave but probably not today. The water was cold, then hot, then just right, and she soon welcomed the warmth embracing her. All protest melted away at the feel of loving fingers in her hair massaging her scalp. The soft wash cloth saw no complaint as it gently washed down every surface of her body.

Afterwards, she was dried off in the bathroom, wrapped in white robes as Brandy brushed through and blow dried her hair with great care. She was brought to the sink where she could brush her teeth before changing into a clean hospital gown and being carried back to her hospital bed.

"There you go - warm, clean and full on tasty food now," Brandy sang, pecking Faith's forehead.

"Thanks Brandy. And sorry about earlier, I promise I'm really okay now," Faith said, cheeks still pink from the warmth of the shower. Brandy knew she still wasn't really okay but knew better than to kick up a fuss about it. Faith stretched, head no longer pounding. "Alright, I think I'm ready for visitors now. Let everyone in!"

Thank you for reading, I am very proud of this!! ^^

[nathank77]

7/22/24

10:10 a.m Edited/Added to Significantly

I had a dream last night that I was stuck in a car/camper type thing being trapped with 4 of my friends (idk who they were). We were being trapped by someone idk who.

They all started freezing to death. And one of them couldn't sleep. One of them was microsleeping next to a dead body. The dead body was frozen, his lips were ice. His face was frozen.

I wanted to leave and I kept trying. I called my mom and sister and I think I reached my sister. She didn't show up for me.

I remember being scared that I was going to start microsleeping again. I was terrified cause my friend was unable to fall asleep.

I think it was symbolic of me dying due to the trauma of microsleeping/Psychosis.

I really wish I could get over that trauma.

I reattached the heart monitor today I'm taking it off at like 8 p.m cause I'm not being woken up in the middle of the night with my chest all itchy and having to carefully remove it with hot water and a rag. Then I won't be able to fall back to sleep without copiuos amounts of drugs... so I'll take of it off before bed so it can't interrupt my sleeping pill from keeping me knocked out.

I had a couple good nights sleeping where I stayed asleep solidly through the night. Without needing to pee. Something that helped was not having that monitor on waking me up making me remove it.

I wish I didn't have to celebrate getting 7 hours of sleep and not waking up at the 4 hour mark, needing to pee and taking copiuos amount of drugs and it taking me 1-2 hours to get back to sleep.

I wake up multiple times in pain cause I have to pee so badly despite controlling my fluid intake before bed. But there is nothing I can do. It's lay there in pain and fall back to sleep or struggle to fall back to sleep and take a lot of drugs... and maybe not fall back to sleep.

After I posted what I posted last night, "what Sarah said" by Death Cab for Cutie started playing in my head maybe a hour later. "Love is watching someone die." Specifically and then, "and it came to me then that every plan is a tiny pray to father time."

I don't believe you're here but my brain wants to. I said that if you were here and you weren't reaching out, it would be cruel bc you're watching me suffer when you could be reaching out a hand.

Maybe I should look at it like this, "love is watching someone die." Cause it is. So if you're here and you can't talk to me bc you're in love with me and you're trying to set up your life before you show up its forgivable bc it's true. Love is watching someone die.

The tiny pray to father time part is maybe I'll hold on but you don't get it. It's awful listening to this hallucination 24/7. I never have a good day. I've completely flat lined and when I say I wouldn't want a gf so badly if I had internal peace I mean that.

I enjoy my alone time and game days so much but I dont anymore cause I hallucinate whenever I'm alone. I actually like being alone more than I like being around people. People suck and you have to compromise on everything. When I'm alone if I had internal peace I can do whatever I want whenever I want. I don't have to compromise on anything. Thats the sad part. I'd rather know few people and have tight relationships than be surrounded by people.

I used to LOVE my alone time now I would if I ever had a second of silence.

And generally the people i can hang out with I don't like much. I mean it doesn't apply to everyone but most are toxic... just bad for me...

Even the people I do like, like John for instance we have a lot in common but we still have to compromise. He loves zombies. I hate fucking zombies but like there aren't too many co-op games. Instead of playing what I want I have to compromise bc of the lack of co-op games and being a good friend is compromising. He wants to play zombies so I should. He compromises too.

That's the thing about relationships. I love being alone but all I do is hallucinate. If I could hang out alone and just play minecraft in peace and silence I'd be so happy. My quality of life would get so much better.

Part of me believes you read my tumblr but if you're here and you're not going to be my girl one day if it works out you got to reach out before it's too late. Being able to come to your house and have a Sunday funday or something and get to know your family and be around not toxic people could really help my mental health. A lot.

[justagalwhowrites]

OK, Vic, just for you, I tried 🫣

I don't really revisit things much after I publish them? I don't know, it's just weird reading my own writing back at myself. It feels a bit like looking at myself naked in the mirror, another thing I loathe. But I tried to find parts of fics that I remembered feeling good about for this and then had a hard time cutting it down because brevity is not a gift I possess (I once filed 140 inches of copy on deadline on a Friday and fled before the news editor could unhinge his jaw and swallow me whole. He cut none of it but still) so I'm sorry that this is disgustingly long!

Lavender - This was the easiest one. I think the best thing I've ever written was the outbreak chapter of Lavender.

There was nothing left for him here. Nothing. Without Sarah, without you, it wasn’t worth it. Life before whatever was happening wasn’t worth it without Sarah, without you. Now? How could it be.  He sniffed and pulled out his gun.  He thought, for a moment, about the last time the three of you had been all together. It was the day you flew back to New York. The two of you had woken up early, decided to have coffee by the pool, go for a swim before Sarah woke up for the day. She was a teenager, she slept late. He made love to you in the water. You tasted like coffee and cherry chapstick. You smelled like lavender, even with the chlorine. You were soft and warm and felt like home. When Sarah got up, you and Joel had already dressed for the day. Your bags were by the door. Sarah asked if you’d make French Toast and you’d agreed, as long as she helped. He watched the two of you in the kitchen, Sarah picking egg shells out from the batter because she’d never quite gotten the hang of cracking eggs. She was singing some pop song that grated on Joel whenever it came on the radio but he liked it when Sarah sang it. You bobbed your head along to it, using the spatula as a drumstick on the stove top. The coffee was hot and smooth. The world felt right.  He held onto the moment in his mind, pressing the gun against his head. He wasn’t sure he believed in an afterlife but he hoped it would be like that. Just that one morning, on loop, over and over and over again. Just him and Sarah and you, until the end of all things.  He started pulling the trigger when he heard your voice, so clear it was like you were standing next to him.  “I’ll always love you, Joel. Til the day I die.”  He flinched. 

This Joel is also a simp once he got past his shit.

Fuck, he missed you. Missed touching you, tasting you, knowing you in a way no one else got to know you. He missed being the keeper of the things that were otherwise yours alone. The sounds you made when you were lost in pleasure, the way you twitched in your sleep, the expressions you made when deciding what to wear when getting dressed in the morning. It was like he’d become a museum of these things about you, things that he didn’t know what to do with now. But he couldn’t bear to lose them. 

Also he's peak feral!Joel. For spice.

“Jesus Christ!” The man against the wall was trying to move but was stuck.  Joel just smiled.  “Jesus ain’t here, friend,” he said. “You better start prayin’ to me.”

Yearling - Soft Joel is, in fact, very soft.

You couldn’t move like that with something that wasn’t an extension of you, something that you didn’t deeply know and understand. Almost like you were more an animal than you were a human being, the things you found kinship with wild and other.  Joel understood that. Knew what it was like to feel so outside the thing you’d been born as. He’d been like that, too, for a while. More than a third of his life, really. The 20 years since the death of his daughter until he met Ellie were dark. He wasn’t sure what he was then but, if you’d asked him to identify what made him a person, he wouldn’t have been able to tell you. In many ways, he felt like he had more in common with the bodies he burned in the QZ than he did with the people living in it. He’d been a person once, like those corpses. But that humanity had died with his daughter, he’d left himself behind with her body. Part of him wondered if he’d done it on purpose, so Sarah wouldn’t be alone. He’d have cut out his heart if it would have helped her, pried it out of his ribs with his own hands and offered it to her. It seemed small, abandoning something like himself when he’d lost something so monumentally huge.  For years, he’d tried to take it out on whatever other person he seemed to come into contact with, hurting and taking what and when he wanted to. He wasn’t proud of that time. The QZ was different. He found someone else who was a ghost like him and they moved in tandem, scratching out a corner of existence that wasn’t meant for the people who could still take full breaths and feel something beyond their flesh. But it wasn’t human. It was other.  You were other, too. But he didn’t think you’d left your humanity the way he had. He was able to find it again, to pick it back up after it was carried back to him in the form of a spitfire of a girl that he couldn’t deny even if he wanted to. Yours seemed stolen. The way you hung on the edges of Jackson with nothing to tether you to the place showed that you wanted it back. You were searching for it. You just weren’t sure where to find it. 

Soft Joel continues to be soft.

What had been an amorphous thing hanging on the edges of his consciousness was suddenly clear and at the forefront: He loved you. Without meaning to, he loved you. Without wanting that kind of connection with anyone, he loved you. Without thinking that would ever be possible, he loved you. He would do anything and everything for you if it would keep you safe, make you happy because he loved you.

Also Feral!Joel because why not

“Jesus Christ!” He managed as he gasped for breath. “Please…”  “Never understood why men like you think you’re gonna get mercy,” Joel said, grabbing his hair. “God washed his hands of your kind a while ago. I’m what comes for you instead and I don’t know mercy. So tell me, how long were you supposed to be gone?” 

Beskar Doll - My first fic. My baby. I miss the tin can man. Maybe because I think this is the best smut I've written? Din is a menace.

Din was certain there was no one in the galaxy who could infuriate him quite like you could. That you’d thought for even a second that he would leave you with Gideon for anything enraged him.  Had he not been clear? Had he not told you precisely what you meant to him? He’d thought his language had been plain, that going to pull you out of the torture chamber you’d been taken to by the syndicate and leveling their entire operation had been a thorough enough indication that he would do damn near anything for you.  The only thing he could weigh against your life was the child’s and then he would offer his own in either place. He would not lose either of you. He certainly was not going to hand you over to Gideon in exchange for a head start, to save the life of the Jedi who had helped them.  You somehow didn’t understand.  So he would try something different, something that would speak clearer than words.  He nudged you down so you were on your back and hooked the binders to part of the console over your head, holding you in place.  “Din,” you breathed, his lips finding your throat. The cool metal of his armor brushed your body as he worked his mouth lower. Down your breastbone, your stomach, down down down until he reached your slit.  He pressed his lips to your swollen clit and you whimpered. He smiled at the sound before he adjusted you, lifting a thigh so it rested on his shoulder, opening you wider to him. He kissed a trail inside your thigh back to the apex of your legs. You shuddered below him.  His tongue slipped into your slick heat, running from your entrance up to your clit before he pressed his tongue against your tender nub, the leg that was over him tensing when he did.  “So sensitive, my Cyare,” he said, slipping a finger inside of you. You gasped and ground your hips against him. “But I don’t think you understand yet.”  He sucked your clit and added another finger. Inside you was so tight, so soft it was a fight to not free his cock and take you right that second. He knew how good you would feel, what becoming a part of you would be. He wanted to sink into you, empty himself into you and hold you against him until there was nothing left of him but the parts that belonged to you, the things that had been made to love you.  But you didn’t understand yet.  He could feel you starting to tighten around his fingers, your breaths increasing to desperate pants. Just as you neared your peak, he slipped his fingers from you, stopped sucking on your clit. You groaned, pleading.  “Don’t like when what you want is disregarded?” He asked, tracing the fingers that had just been inside you delicately over your outer lips, brushing against the hood of your clit.  “Please,” you whimpered, your hips desperately grinding against nothing. “Please let me cum…”  “If you think you don’t deserve saving,” he said, planting a kiss at the crease of your thigh where your leg met your hip. “Do you think you deserve to cum?” 

Also Feral!Din. Because why not.

Din pulled his fingers from the man’s injured side. The man was gasping, panting for breath. He looked the Mandalorian up and down and smirked, blood sticky between his teeth. “They’re going to interrogate her. You’d better pray you find her before they do or you might not want her back.”  Din stood up, looking down at the bleeding man.  “She is the only prayer I know,” he drew his blaster, aiming it at the man’s head. His voice was calm. Inside, he was raging. “And you took her from me.” 

This was fun! Thank you for asking me to do it, I don't think I would have, otherwise.

And if any of my followers are reading this and write stuff yourselves (or think I missed some highlights if you don't) please share yours!!

✨fellow fic writers!!!✨

i’ve been thinking it’d be so fun to do a year end round up with some of our favorite lines or snippets of our own writing of this year as 2023 comes to a close. i was so proud of myself for finally taking the leap and posting my first piece of fic, and i’m so proud of the body of work i’ve amassed this year, and i’m so so proud of everyone else who’s written their little hearts out this year too!

so please, if you’re so inclined, drop your most favorite quotes and lines from your own work of the year in the reblogs!!! i’m so keen to see everyone give themselves a dandy little pat on the back, i think we all deserve it! 🥰🤩💗

[bogglebabbles]

Tagged by the wonderful @the-golden-ghost, thank you so much!

Nickname: The major one is of course 'Boggle', though one friend of mine has taken to calling me 'Eggo' because she started off with some trouble pronouncing my new name.

Sign: Aquarius

Height: 5'8 or 5'9, I can't quite remember.

Last Thing I Googled: 'how to change mouse sensitivity windows 11' My dad just gave me a mouse because my old one was busted but the sensitivity is shit on it and I am simply too lazy to go diving through the settings to find it myself.

Song Stuck In My Head: 'Seeds of Gold' by Closure in Moscow.

Number of Followers: 200-something, I've lost track with the bots.

Amount of Sleep: I think about 7-8-ish? It was pretty light though so idk how many times I might've woken up.

Lucky Number: I dunno, it changes every time anyone asks tbh.

Dream Job: I gave up on it a while back, but I still sometimes think about how wonderful it would've been to be a curator in a nice museum.

Wearing: Tacky Christmas onesie with 'elfin' around' written on the ass-flap.

Movies/Books That Summarize You: I don't know that there is one tbh. There's plenty of things I like and moments/characters I can partly relate to but none that I would say summarize me. Granted, I haven't watched near enough movies or read enough books so maybe it's out there somewhere.

Favorite Song: Classically, it's 'Shrike' by Hozier, but I also have a deep, abiding fondness for 'Elijah' by Matthew and the Atlas (so much so that it influenced me choosing one of my names).

Aesthetic: If you asked me this like a year or two ago, I would've had a detailed answer laid out, but now I'm like 'idk, whatever i like and find pretty at any given moment'. Every design choice I make at any given point these days has been something cat-related. So maybe 'crazy cat dad' is my aesthetic.

Favorite Authors: I don't read enough these days to give a good answer, I'm sorry. :')

Favorite Animal Noise: Doubling down on 'crazy cat dad' by saying 'cats purring/meowing'.

Random: When playing with your cat, it's important that you allow them to 'finish the kill' in the sense that you don't want to get them all riled up without having a conclusion to that, or else it doesn't fulfill the hunting instinct, and it leaves them keyed up and frustrated. This is particularly egregious when playing with laser pointers because there's nothing physically there for them to 'kill', which is why it's recommended that you shine the dot onto a toy that they can jump on when you're finished playing with them.

I don't really know who to tag tbh but if you want to do this, go ahead and say I tagged you in it!

[wandawxdow]

A Kidnapped Soulmate Part 9

Unsurprisingly, Little Palace’s garden was just as extravagant as the interior. Perfectly cared for, the landscape was a blend of various shades and hues bound to inspire even the most uninspired. You stuck to the gravelled path that wove around the expanse and wandered, thorough to absorb the sight.

Aleksander had woken and rushed off as breakfast was delivered, leaving you with only a few gentle kisses and soft-spoken words. Alone and with little time to admire the grounds the day before, you chose to venture out.

Nobody had stopped or even glanced at you as you purposely exited the castle. As such, they missed the slight limp you'd developed from the night earlier.

Since arriving at Little Palace days ago, you'd spent your days inside. So, the sunshine upon your face was much needed and missed, warming your body and providing a rosy flush to your cheeks.

You walked throughout the gardens for what seemed like hours, admiring the manicured sight and occasionally stopping to smell a flower. Throughout your stroll, you collected a variety of them, intending to place them on the small table by your bedside. Though the dark palette of the shared bedroom was pleasing, some colour is never unwelcome in a space.

A twinge in your feet led you over to one of the placed marble chairs scattered throughout the garden. Sitting down sent a wave of relief through your body, and you placed the bouquet down at your side for safekeeping.

You stretched your legs out in front of you, leaning back on your hands and basking in the warmth.

It was hard to believe that your life had completely changed within the last few weeks. Until leaving, you'd never realised how isolated and sheltered your life was. But Aleksander and his Grisha had opened your eyes to a new world. One that is free and exhilarating because of the people, experiences and sense of family. Not due to riches and wealth as was valued in your hometown.

Confused, your eyes peak open at the sound of a commotion. With furrowed brows, you looked around your surroundings, finally locating the noise to the main doors to the Palace. From your seat, you craned to listen, vaguely picking up on a conversation.

“Where is-” “I don't care, ” “find her.”

You stood after a few moments, raising yourself on your toes to see over the trimmed hedges. From there, you matched the familiar voice to a face, Aleksander’s one. He stood at the doors, visually upset and angry. His hands were clenched into fists at his side as he stared daggers at the guards stationed in front of him.

You hovered uncertainly, debating whether or not to approach him and the other two men. Was he looking for you? If not, could you help him find whoever he sought? Or even calm him down before he restored to throttling some poor person?

You took a few steps in his direction, moving away from the hedge that obscured you. You struggled not to jump as Aleksander’s head swerved in your direction. How he knew you were there, you didn't know.

An expression of relief coated his face before something stonier took over. Ditching the men he was conversing with, Aleksander stalked over to you. Confused, you noticed his tense shoulders and darting eyes.

Finally reaching you, Aleksander halted and spoke, “Where have you been?”

His voice was deep, a twinge of something dark within it. His chest rose and fell with laboured breathing, and his jaw clenched.

“I've been here, ” you explained, still deeply confused. Had something happened whilst you were away?

“You can't just-”

Alexander cut himself off as his hand ran through his dark locks. The situation clicked in your mind then; He was worried about where you'd gone as you weren't where you left him.

A bubble of annoyance rose to the surface at the revelation. You'd been independent your entire life, and now your soulmate didn't trust that; Didn't trust you to even take a walk. He said that you ‘can’t.’

“What?” you retorted, “Leave the bedroom?”

You'd seen too many women in your village succumb to the life of a housewife, confined to the house and the children they’d too often been forced to have. You'd always vowed to never be a woman who waits at home for her man to return home. And in your eyes, that’s who Aleksander implied he wanted you to be.

Aleksander’s senses seemed to return to him, his shoulders relaxing, and a look of understanding passing across his face. “Darling, no, ” he expressed, hands reaching out to grasp your own.

He looked desperate at that moment, the most upset you'd ever seen him in the few weeks since you'd met. His hands clenched your own tightly though you still felt the dulled shaking of them.

“I just - I didn't know where you went, ” he reasoned.

“After last night, I - I thought maybe you'd just had enough of me - of us.”

His broken tone broke through your hard resolve and dissolved your lingering anger. “It's alright, ” you spoke out, feelings your eyes well with tears. How could he think that you’d ever have ‘enough’ of him?

You pulled him into a hug and felt his warmth wrap around you. “It’s not, ” he mumbled into your hair, “I’m sorry.”

You nodded, and he pulled away to compose himself. His eyes closed for a moment before his hand once again reach out to hold your own. You directed a small smile to him and prompted him to follow as the two of you slowly walked back towards to doors.

Standing in front of the large doors, you turned to him once again. “Aleks, I need you to know that I have my own life. I need something to do with my days that isn't just sitting in our room.”

“I know, ” he admitted, “and I’ll be better. I promise.”

He was sincere, that you were sure of. “Thank you, ” you smiled.

He replicated your smile before leaning down to playfully whisper in your ear, “Now, how would you feel about attending a ball tonight?”

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[crescent-yoon]

only in my lucid dreams

part 6

"hey," Seojun began with a clear of his throat as we began walking home from eating. "do you ever get these weird kind of dreams?"

i could feel his gaze on me as i tried to think of what he meant. "i mean, i sometimes dream that there's nothing to eat and i'm stuck in the zombie apocalypse?"

"that- that's not what i mean." he laughed as he pulled my wrist as a signal to stop walking. "it's more like deja vu. it's more like you've seen it in a dream and all of a sudden, there it is, happening right in front of you."

"kind of like deja vu?" i asked him, rhetorically just to try and process the question. "i suppose so. i mean, i've seen you before so many times in my dreams-"

i felt as if i should have just denied it because he had an unreadable expression on his face. i was starting to regret it until he smiled at me and pat my head gently.

"still not what i meant, y/n but that's okay." he grabbed my hand with a small chuckle before heading back into the direction of the house.

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"so anything interesting happen today?" Seojun smiled as i exited the school building and immediately held onto his hand.

"not really." i smiled back at him. "just history this, math that."

"sounds boring." he kissed my cheek and gently pulled me along with him as the walk sign on the crosswalk lit up. "i slept through most of my classes."

why did he kiss me? he's never done that before.

out of nervous habit, i had reached for my necklace only to notice that it was no longer on my neck.

"what's wrong?" he asked me as concern lit up his eyes. "you look worried."

"i must have lost my necklace when we were crossing the street."

Seojun glanced back at the crosswalk only to shift from concern to happiness.

"i see it right there." he gently pet my head. "there's still like 20 seconds on the crosswalk. i'll go get it really quick. stay here."

one of my hands reached out for my backpack strap while the other shielded my eyes from the sun so that i could see Seojun clearly.

he started to slightly jog towards me before I had noticed a car making an awfully speedy right turn towards the crosswalk. towards Seojun.

it took me a second to process what was happening but when i did i just knew that i was a second too late.

"Han Seojun!"

and then i had woken up, scared of if this was all just a dream or if this was what Seojun had been talking about earlier.

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Seojun POV

"yeah, it's because my school's annual camping trip is coming up soon so i want something pretty to confess to her." i told the woman at the jewelry counter.

why was i telling her all of this? and who was i talking about? i like someone?

"ah, i see." the woman smiled at me and pulled out a tray of necklaces from the jewelry counter. "i think that these are really the prettiest necklaces to confess to someone."

taking a glance as them all i saw a pretty crescent moon necklace that reminded me of Y/n.

"i'll take this one." i smiled at the lady and waited for her to place it nicely in a bag.

did... i like Y/n?

before i knew it, i could see myself confessing to someone.

and then, i had woken up.

i had checked the date and time on my phone. it was late and i noticed that it was around time for our school's annual camping trip.

i laid in bed just staring at the ceiling until i had heard a knock on my door.

"come in." i groaned, my voice still laced with sleepiness.

i heard the door open and glanced at it as i had seen Y/n walking in looking a bit frightened, raising my concern.

"hey, are you okay?" i sat up as you walked over, fidgeting with your hands.

"i just had a nightmare." you mumbled as you now stood at the edge of my bed, facing me. "can i sleep in here tonight?"

"of course." i gave you a sleepy smile as i slid over to the left side of my bed to make room for you.

"thank you." i heard you whisper as you slid underneath the covers, facing me. "and Seojun?"

"yeah" i asked back, looking at what i could see of your eyes in the darkness of my room, but i could definitely see sleepiness taking over you.

"i think i understood what you meant by deja vu or seeing things in dreams that seem to happen in real life." you mumbled as you unconsciously slid closer to me, freezing cold. "but what are we supposed to do about them and what do i do if you're really in danger?"

i wanted to brush it off as nonsense but it caught me offguard. you realize that these dreams aren't just a coincidence and that we're coincidence? but who was really the one in danger?

you from the debt sharks? or was it really me?

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6

(I'm sorry that it's been taking me so long to post lately)

[sm-baby]

The Empress' offer

Ok ok, hear me out. I haven't stopped thinking abt the siblings, I've been listening to a remix of Tokio Drift's soundtrack (just so you know I've never watched the movie) and now I just can't stop picturing Amethyst going on a race for some dumb reason and meeting them. Hope it's ok...

Amethyst has this thing for adopting people.

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The race was about to begin, the participants walked into the start line, the ravager seemed just woken up from a nap. The child on top holding tightly on to it's reins looked to the side lines, spooting her brother amongst the crowd, nodding to her. Then she turned to her oponent, a cloaked figure, they had a witche's hat and a quiver on their back, with them there was a weird contraption. The child had a hard time figuring who or what they were, but nontheless, turned to focus on the race. 

"Good luck." They suddenly spoke. 

It startled her a bit, she kept quiet. 

Then a witch stepped in front of them, she held a cloth and started the countdown. They both stood ready, the ravager standing threathenly and hitting it's hoves on the ground. They were finally given the go, and her oponent suddenly darted ahead as the ravager galloped, it was then the young pillager realized, the contraption had an elitra. 

It wasn't flying, but it seemed to sail through the grass, the board where her oponent stood making it easy to surf through the land. The circuit was a bit long, they had to go through a lot of the desert and a bit of savannah, but they still had a strategy, so she stuck to it. While side by side with their oponent, the beast tried to bash into the other competitor, who skillfully dodged. The child kept trying to get the beast to hold back, which more often than not she managed. 

It was getting to the savannah part of the race, it had many more obstacles than the desert, the pillager saw the other slowing, dodging the trees and animals, while at the same time looking out for short branches. The pillager noticed it, reaching inside a few of the sattle pockets, she threw a few of the wood and stones on the way. The other dodged fast, but lost a lot of ground. 

In the process, the other also lost their hat, the hood fell back and, revealing a human face with completely blue eyes. The pillager gasped softly, turning and focusing on the race ahead.

Once out of the savannah again and into the desert, there was the sound of fireworks, the pillager turned to see the other racer catching up, speed catching up. The young one lowered herself on the sattle, prompting her steed to run more. They could see the finish line, the ravager and the other racer were neck to neck.

But then there were more fireworks and the other racer was boosted ahead, finishing ahead of the ravager rider. There were cheers as the pillager dismounted and more at the winner, who had jumped from their contraption, stumbling onto the ground breathing heavily. The siblings watched as the other was crouded, they still hid themselves beneath the hood as they accepted the prize.

Inside there was quite a bit of loot, it had food and valuable minerals. Grabbing hold of the ravager reins, the brother started guiding his sister and beast away. Once a bit further away from the leaving participants, they heard something coming. Veering around, they saw the winner of the race coming, they stopped in front of them. 

Throwing her head back, they saw her locks fall down, her purely blue eyes and dark brown skin, her lips tinted with red dye. She had a smile, one of seeming friendlyness. 

"It was a good race!" She greeted. 

"What do you want?!" The brother barked, the ravager also standing defensively. The human merely took the prize won, handing it to them. "Yeah! We got it! You won!"

"No! No! This is for you! I don't want it!" The human explained. Both siblings looked at each other, completely confused. "I don't need this much food, I have plenty back home, plus, I'd say you could use it more!"

The brother took it, examining it carefully as to verefy there weren't anything wrong done to the items, sure enough, there seemed not to be. With a mistrustfull look, he turned to her, "Thank you."

"My pleasure!" She smiled. The human turned her back on them, but just as she walked off towards the river, she turned back around. "Oh! By the way. If you want anywhere to stay a bit more comfortable than abandoned villages..." She pulled a piece of embroidered cloth, handing it to the brother. "There's a tower not too far from here, towards the south. If you follow the stream just take the left in the only bifurcation and follow the stream. If you need a place to stay the night show this to the pillagers there and say the Empress showed you the place. If all else fails, call for Amethyst." 

With that, the human smilled, patting the brother's shoulder and placing a boat down on the water. She sailed downstream, leaving both siblings stunned, they looked at each other, but kept going back to their current village. If she was telling the truth, what would that mean?

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AMETHYST LETS GOO!!!

Amethyst pspsps come get your babies, Ames, come get em!

Amethyst you so niceee,, thank you for feeding the kids they appreciate it TwT...