#JAW DROPPES LITERALLY

[thatstoomanysausages]

Lizzie, to Jimmy: I need you to Bam me in the bunker

Grian and Jimmy, just staring at each other: 😟😨😦

[possuminnit]

LAINEY I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN WHAT THE FUCKKKDKDJJJNNN <- they finished the show.

HELPPP HI LENN I WAS ASLEEP WHEN U SENT ALL THOSE BUT GOD FELT. HOW ARE YOU DOING....

[worldlxvlys]

Omg could you do a Matt version of the tiktok au thing you just made for Chris PLEASE IM BEGGING

TIK TOK

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: cursing, sexual jokes

a/n: since y’all liked the chris one so much, here’s the matt version !!

*click yes to actually watch the edits*

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yes. no.

COMMENTS:

@ y/n

it’s me guys, i’m people 🤭

@lustfulslxt

the things i’d let that man do to me

-> @ y/n the things i’ve let that man do to me

-> @sleepysturnss OH ????

-> @sturncakez care to share w the class 🤨

@sophssturn

MATT + CARNIVAL IS SO 😫

-> @xoxo4chrisss I’M SAYINGGG

@ y/n

is it crazy to say that i moaned at this edit ??

-> @mattsneezing yes (same)

-> @mbbsgf it’s ok i moan every time i see matt 😋

-> @mattslolita i’ve found my people 🥰

@chr1sgirl4life

i’m a chris girl, i’m a chris girl, i’m a chris girl

-> @ y/n that wasn’t very convincing girl

-> @venusxsturnio it’s ok to love them both

-> @ y/n ok katherine pierce 😍

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COMMENTS:

@ y/n

my eyes just rolled into the back of my head

-> @ mattsturniolo proof ? 👀

-> @freshloveee oh my !

-> @queen161718 MATT 😭

-> @starsturniolo i feel like i’m interrupting

@ y/n

THE RINGS THE RINGS THE RINGS I’M GONNA PASS OUT OH MY GOD

-> @ mattsturniolo this is why i wear them

-> @defnotayonna awww how sweet

-> @ y/n no not sweet he’s trying to kill me 😫

@robins-scoop

i’m in love with matt’s fits

-> @smoothies-are-cool i’m in love with matt’s face

-> @55sturn i’m in love with matt’s tats

-> @ y/n i’m in love with matt

-> @urmom2bitch i’ll be sleeping on the side of the highway tn !

@ y/n

this song is actually me @ matt

-> @sturniolowhore this song is actually me @ u

-> @hearts4chriss nah real cs chris is my man but matt ???? good lord 😮‍💨 (don’t tell chris)

-> @ y/n ok i won’t girl !! (@ christophersturniolo)

-> @ christophersturniolo this is why i have commitment issues 😕

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COMMENTS:

@ y/n

the amount of times i’ve made matt do push-ups in front of me bc of that one clip 😫

-> @bernardenjoyer girl next time record it tf ??

-> @ y/n who says i didn’t ????

-> @readerakayourname sharing is caring babe

-> @nikolastrn gatekeeping isn’t nice

-> @ y/n i fear i’m just not ready to share yet

@breeloveschris

my man is just so 😫

-> @ y/n aren’t you a nate girl ?? worry about him 😒

-> @rootbeerworshiper exactly like stay away from MY man tf

-> @ y/n nah girl nice try tho

-> @luverboychris my man’s brother looks so good here

-> @ y/n yesss there we go, chris is all yours bae

-> @ christophersturniolo DID YOU JUST GIVE ME AWAY ??? 😟

-> @ y/n uh….no 😄

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COMMENTS:

@ y/n

GOD DAMN MY MAN IS FIIINNEEEE 😫

@ nicolassturniolo the way i just watched y/n fall to the floor while watching this

-> @endereies SHE’S SO REAL FOR THIS

-> @raysmayhem-72 she’s me, i’m her

-> @ christophersturniolo YOU EVER MAKE A BITTY HIT HER KNEESSSS

-> @ y/n chris stfu hoe you literally fell to the floor too

-> @ christophersturniolo CAUSE YOU PUSHED ME ??

-> @patscorner stop fighting guys, can’t we all just get along ??

-> @ y/n tell chris to stop and i will

-> @bernardsbendystraws nah keep fighting y’all, this is my chance to snatch matt up from y/n

-> @bueckerssturns you go, i’ll keep her distracted

-> @ y/n Y’ALL KNOW I CAN SEE YOUR COMMENTS RIGHT 😭

-> @junnniiieee07 you’re dreaming rn none of this is even happening

-> @ y/n NOT YOU TRYING TO GASLIGHT ME

-> @ christophersturniolo gaslighting isn’t real you’re just crazy

-> @ y/n i swear to god chris

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COMMENTS:

@ y/n

i’m on my knees for this man

-> @ mattsturniolo aren’t you always ??

-> @teapartyprincess4two the way my jaw DROPPED

-> @imwetforyourmom OH MY GOD ???

-> @chrisloyalgf god, it’s me again 😔

@ christophersturniolo

just watched y/n add this to her matt folder of over 3k edits 😍

-> @ y/n the next time you ask me for a ride i’m letting your ass walk

-> @yamamasjumpercables WHY DID CHRIS EXPOSE HER LIKE THAT 😭

-> @vanteguccir this is what i mean when i say me and y/n would be best friends

-> @selenascorner me and y/n might actually be the same person

@ y/n

chris over here acting like he doesn’t have a matt folder of his own…

-> @ christophersturniolo i’m done with this app for the day 😒

-> @chrisstopherfilmed chris just got ate tf up

-> @bbglmfao she clocked him quick too

@evieolo

watching chris and y/n beef in the comments under matt edits is the highlight of my day

-> @l0ser43v3r they’re always exposing each other 😭

-> @ineedchriscock matt is always lurking and just watches it

-> @ y/n he thrives off of watching the chaos

-> @ mattsturniolo you’re not wrong

CREDITS:

@ m6ttfilms on tiktok

@ hcrrysgf on tiktok

@ stvrnielo on tiktok

@ skyesturniolo on tiktok

@ .sturniolocentral on tiktok

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[wileys-russo]

leah being described as strict gave me a thought:

imagine dating her (the team knows) and since she’s captain and takes her role very serious, you get into trouble for not listening and talking to someone else on the team while you’re supposed to be doing drills and she makes you do a few extra drills which you’re obviously not happy about

so after trainings done and you’re at home with her you refuse to hold her hand or let her hug you and say that you’re too sore from the extra drills she made you do which Leah does not appreciate and it ends with her just grabbing you anyway until you give in since you secretly wanted to hug her and were just throwing a little tantrum

thank you if you do write it 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

drill sergeant II l.williamson

"ky there is literally no way thats possible." you scoffed with a shake of your head, sat in your cubby next to hers as the girl was avidly recounting how she built a house of cards last night using 101 cards.

"ask teyah!" kyra nodded as her eyes searched the room for her blonde roommate. "she's already doing her program in the gym." alessia chuckled on your other side, also doubtful of the young australians tall tale.

"i did do it, i'm being serious swear!" kyra whined with an annoyed huff as both you and alessia shared a look. "well its like the little boy who cried wolf. maybe if you lied less we'd be more inclined to believe you!" you grinned as clapping sounded.

"get movin girls! pitch in two minutes or its a fine and laps." your girlfriend shouted, clapping her hands as there was a thunder of cleats clicking against the floor as you and alessia scrambled to tug your own boots on, kyra darting off.

"if we get laps because of her big mouth-" the blonde striker huffed, standing to her feet having gotten her laceless boots on in milliseconds as you hurried to tie your own laces.

"relax lessi! i've got the girlfriend card to play and you get protection as the best friend of the girlfriend." you grinned, jumping up and slinging an arm over her shouder.

"future maid of honour of the girlfriend!" alessia reminded with a wag of her finger as you pushed her hand away with a grin and both beelined it out of the change rooms.

unfortunately for you two you were the last to the pitch, and with kimmy out with a flare up in an old hamstring injury it left leah to run the pack beneath jonas who would be a little late this morning due to a meeting.

"right you two. thats a ten pound fine and a lap then stretch, if you're not back in five its another!" leah barely glanced at the two of you as alessia groaned loudly and you stared at your girlfriend in disbelief.

"clocks started girls, move it!" she called seriously over her shoulder as alessia sighed in defeat and started to run, you eventually following after her as leah continued to ignore your looks sent her way as she focused on warm ups.

"so about that girlfriend card?" alessia shot you an unimpressed look as you rolled your eyes. "declined!" you huffed, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence as you saved your breath and jogged the pitch.

it appeared you'd returned just in time as leah sent you both a nod and gestured for the pair of you to stretch, turning her back to converse with kelly who'd just arrived to help out. kyra sent the two of you a guilty smile as alessia's blue eyes shot daggers her way and you couldn't help but smile.

"leave her be she didn't mean any harm less." you chuckled, knocking your shoulder into alessia but a little harder than intended, and given your best friend was horizontally challenged she was sent tumbling to the ground accidentally taking frida down with her who in turn grabbed onto lia who joined the small pile up.

"oi! whats going on?" leah was there within seconds with a scowl as laughter errupted from the team and the three girls helped one another up, alessia's face burning bright red as she shoved you.

"you two, lap again! grow up." leah scolded, returning back to kellys side as your jaw dropped. "for fuck sakes." you grumbled under your breath, alessia sprinting off this time as you jogged, making sure to send your girlfriend a look which she seemingly stared right through as if you weren't there.

that made you frown, then lost in your own thoughts you hadn't realised alessia had long finished, choosing to sprint it to get it over with faster as by the time you returned everyone had already paired off for drills.

which of course, left you with leah.

"next time you dawdle its sit ups, come on." the blonde nodded, tapping a ball your way as you mocked her under your breath but followed, the two of you completing the drill in silence.

normally the taller girl would be talking your ear off as she had been ever since she was able to touch grass again, elated to finally be back with the team.

you weren't sure where the disconnect had grown from, as she was her usual self all morning, in the car ride over here and at team breakfast. yet here she was barely able to look at you without shaking her head in annoyance and it begun to grate at you.

things seemed to worsen throughout the session as time after time leah would use you as an example for simple comments or mistimed mistakes which would normally be overlooked or a warning.

it wasn't just you who would be punished, a lot of the girls settled into their own extra drills with a sigh as they were called out for slacking off or chatting, but it felt personal as it seemed leahs eyes were constantly watching and waiting for you to slip up.

you tried your very best to take them on the chin and tell yourself she was just doing her job as stand in captain, you knew she'd been nervous at taking back the mantle up with having had so much time off due to her injury, but you'd had weeks of training with her now without any issues.

"oi! did i say run your legs or run your mouths? 30 push ups, the pair of you!" leah yelled as kyra jabbed her fingers into your sides making you laugh loudly and tell her off, your face falling as kyra sighed and dropped to her stomach.

"leah she just poked me, thats hardly a contact violation or a reason to punish either of us. lay off would you!" you rolled your eyes, having had enough of the little comments and gestured for kyra to stand up, the australian looking nervously between you and leah.

"no kyra keep going. you too, drop!" leah warned crossing her arms over her chest and staring you down as the two of you locked eyes unwavering. but with a few murmured warnings to let it go from your teammates and you dropped, grumbling angrily under your breath as you went.

by the time you'd finished it was time for a round robin of games, something leah thankfully would only be a participant in as jonas and the coaching staff took the reigns.

focusing in on the game you tried to use it to let out the last of the frustration toward your girlfriend which was bubbling just below the surface, pushing hard as you could to score which paid off.

"get in, super boot strikes again!" you couldn't help but grin as beth jumped onto your back as your team won their final game, jogging around and twirling her for a moment before placing her back down on her feet.

training called for the day you ignored the smile sent your way by leah as she approached you, turning on your heel and hurrying to wedge yourself inbetween lotte and alessia, slinging your arms over their shoulders.

"lift me!" you demanded hanging off of them and causing all three of you to slam down into the ground, a tangle of sweaty limbs and laughter as you all peeled yourself off one another. "you do that every time and every time you never learn it doesn't work!" lotte groaned rubbing her neck as the three of you wandered into the change rooms.

"or the two of you need to learn how to lift me!" you grinned latching on and swinging between them as again all three of you tumbled to the ground.

"you are the worst." alessia groaned causing you to reach out and smack her, lotte standing with an amused roll of her eyes as the pair of you rolled around for a minute, the other girls stepping over you as if you both weren't there.

"practicing your wrestling are we babe? wrong sport i think." you looked up to meet leahs eyes and let go of alessia, standing to your feet and brushing the dust off your training uniform, choosing not to make a comment and striding over to your cubby.

your girlfriend gave you a strange look but just put it down to you being tired, waiting patiently for you to shower and change. "ready?" the blonde asked with a smile, sat at your locker and twirling her keys around her finger.

you blanked her once again, reaching past her to grab your bag, accidentally smacking her in the head with it as you turned and strode out of the change rooms. rubbing her head with a frown leah looked at alessia for help who held her hands up mumbling she wasn't getting involved before leah hurried after you.

you must have sprinted your way out of colney because she didn't catch you until she arrived at her car where you stood waiting, arms crossed and sunglasses covering your eyes. normally you'd wait for her to open the door for you, rewarding her with a kiss and a joke about chivarly.

but the moment leah unlocked her car you were sat right inside, tossing your bag on the backseat and shrinking away from her, pushing her hand away as it rested on your thigh as normal.

"alright whats wrong? why are you being like this?" leah scowled in confusion and annoyance at your dismissive behavior. much to her continued frustration you ignored her, busying yourself with your phone as leah sighed and shook her head, driving off none the less.

every attempt at conversation ignored leah gave up, drowned out by your continued turning up of the radio as you stared out the window.

finally arriving back to your shared home you were just as fast to exit the car as enter, grabbing your bag and wrestling your keys out, letting yourself in as leah followed behind.

"right, thats it!" the blonde huffed as you slung the door shut in her face, yanking it open and storming in after you. "whats up your ass then?" leah snatched the remote from you and held it out of reach, raising an eyebrow clearly expecting a response.

when she didn't get one, the anger faded.

"babe!" leah whined, throwing her head back with a groan. "i miss you, gimme a cuddle cmon." leah flopped herself basically on top of you as you pushed her off and tucked your limbs into your body.

"baby!' leah groaned again, trying to yank your arms open to settle into them. "sorry i'm a bit tired from the laps and the sit ups and the sprints and push ups the stand in gaffa had me doing for no reason!" you finally snapped, shooting her a glare and scooting your body away from hers.

realizing now why you were behaving this way leahs lips curled into a smile which only furthered your infatuation with her. "stop giving me that stupid fucking smirk before i smack it off your face!" you warned, leahs grin growing as she raised her eyebrows as if to challenge you to even try.

"oh babe, you cannot seriously be mad at me over that?" leah chuckled, scooting her body closer as you tried to expand the distance but having reached the end of the sofa you were stuck.

"over that? leah you singled me out, picked on me and didn't get off my ass the entire session, and for the most stupid shit!" you seethed, your girlfriend grabbing your legs and tugging them into her lap.

"you were mucking about love and you had plenty of warnings." leah smiled, fingers tracing lines up and down your calves as you huffed and stared away from her. "didn't we long ago make an agreement about not letting our relationship affect us on the pitch?" the blonde continued.

"whats that got to do with anything?" "well, it would mean that i don't give you any special treatment." "the way you singled me out today sure felt like special treatment!"

"baby-" you didn't give her the chance to finish, kicking her hands away and swinging yourself to your feet, thumping off to the kitchen. "oi, stop running away before you let me finish." leah followed after you, watching as you rummaged through the fridge still ignoring her.

"if i give you special treatment and let you get away with-" once again you didn't let her finish, ducking under her arm and returning to the living room, flicking on the tv and shoving the remote into your pocket.

it was only a few seconds before the grinning blonde blocked your view, staring down at you as you met her eyeline with a glare and averted your eyes.

"if i treat you any differently than the other girls just because we're together, i'd be a bad captain. its the same at england camps and i've never once heard you complain!" leah continued as you stayed silent once more.

you were surprised as she seemingly gave in and sat down beside you, though of course that was a generous assumption as instead your girlfriend switched tactics to gain your attention.

"fuck off." you mumbled after her foot dug into your hip for the fifth time, shoving her legs aggressively away from you making the defender smirk. "no, give me attention." leahs legs swung repeatedly into your lap as you continued to push them off.

as time passed by without leah having any success her amused smile melted into a frown of frustration. "fine, you leave me no choice!" leah suddenly stood and before you could even blink her hands were wedging under your arms and tossing you over her shoulder.

"leah put me down!" you smacked her back with your hands as she carried you upstairs with ease. "stop ignoring me, you're bein childish." leah threw you down onto the bed, crawling on top of you before you could move.

"i'm being childish!" you scoffed in disbelief with a roll of your eyes. "glad you agree babe." leah grinned as you shot her a glare. "now since we're home and captain williamson is still at colney, how about your girlfriend gives your poor tired legs a massage?" leah smiled, propping her head up on her hand.

"its a massive turn off to hear you talk about yourself in the third person." "leah disagrees."

you tried to hold back a smile at that but you cracked, the corners of your mouth curling upward. "leah see's that little smile, can't hide from her." your girlfriend beamed, kissing all over your face as you gave in with a sigh, unable to really be mad at her anymore when she was her normal charmingly sweet self.

"girlfriend leah is still very happy to give you a massage baby girl." "stop!" you gave a half groan half laugh at her repeated use of her own name.

"i'll take the massage though, least you can do after picking on me all day." you frowned, pouting your lips upward as your girlfriend who knew you all too well ducked down to press her own against them for a moment.

"my poor baby, picked on by her big bad mean captain." the blonde cooed mockingly once she'd pulled away, squeezing your cheeks between her hand.

"yeah she's awful, so stern and rigid and uptight. sort of miss when she was sidelined and her coaching wasn't so hands on!" you sighed, squealing as leahs slender fingers dug into your ribs for the comment.

"oh i'll show you just how hands on i can really be my girl."

[weakheroo]

Shinji, Mayuri, Yumichika and Askin with a stylish s/o cuz they're literally the fashion divas 𖩩᰷્𐫅 𓇼⃟᭄ ࣪ ֪⭒ֺ ࣭

Shinji Hirako

He'll be so in love with you, always takes pics either of the both of you together or only you mostly you. If you wear anything remotely similar to the 90s-00s he will have heart eyes the whole time he even glances at you. Definitely pays attention to accessories like jewelry and nails. Takes care of your hair by brushing it and trimming it. Has told you multiple times he likes your haircut. I like your cut g sorry I had to Wants to have matching tongue piercings with you. Likes when you wear a dress or a skirt but with pants under in a stylish way yk. Will tease you by saying "ohh look who dressed up for me" or just bad pick up lines. Never misses the chance to show you off.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi

This man will admire you from afar, actually he'll stare at you if you're right next to him too he has no shame, if you ask him about that he'll just say smth like "eyes are for staring, aren't they?" Takes inspiration from your fits. He'll ask you to match just like how he matches with Nemu, if u accept he'll be over the roof happy and will be so proud he got you to matchy matchy with him, won't show it tho he'll mask it by saying "it was about time someone taught you how to dress" he's so mean and if you decline he'll just give you a "tch" and silently sulk in the background while typing away in a computer, won't press much on it since he still looks forward to what you'll sort out to wear from your own creativity. Also likes when you wear a skirt w pants.

Yumichika Ayasegawa

Of course he has to call you beautiful. Loves your aesthetic, you literally get prettier everyday to him. Goes through your closet and picks out clothes for you, always smug with what he picked out and when you wear it, esp out in public. Looks forward on fancy occasions so you can wear something classy and elegant. Flower or floral patterns get him goingg, don't get me started on sundresses. Likes how you don't wear overly revealing clothing, just like him, since beauty isn't all about that. Bonus if you have a signature scent. Lowkey steals your skincare routine and if you don't have one his jaw will dropp and he's suddenly complementing life asking how your skin is so clear and beautiful.

Askin Nakk le Vaar

Since he values style and presentation esp on women, you could say he fell in love with you at first sight. Nods in approval when you pass by as if admiring an art piece. Sharing clothes!! switches something possessive in him, also just wants an excuse to wear the baggy clothes you own that also fit him. Admires your form when you wear tight clothes, legit can't take his eyes of you. Lovess how you pay attention to detail and how you carry yourself. Your whole vibe just pulls him in. Wear an off shoulder top with a subtle necklace and hair up in a messy but cute bun and he'll be all over you. He often wears glasses and when he does he just stops you and takes them off, putting them on you, then quietly observing how they go with the outfit your wearing then wink and go to what he was previously doing.

[misfitclassismyfreetherapy]

..I'm not the only one who ABSOLUTELY loves Silvia in this right?? I'm not the only one who LOVES the attention she's getting right? I'm not the only one who would dropkick a child if she asked me to RIGHT??? Also..

Can we appreciate our non-binary butler, immediately after Iruma looks excited was like ' ah, everything's spectacular then.' THE AMOUNT OF TRUST??? HELLO??

MISFITS, MISFITS, MISFITS>>>>> I don't need to explain myself, them being them is enough to bring me ecstasy I SWEAR TO GOD-

I CAN'T SAY THIS ENOUGH. THE ART IS SPECTACULAR MY JAW DROPPPED AT THE ART I SWEAR-

NEW OUTFITS IS SOO UGHHHH I DID THE RIGHT THING BY RESISTING WATCHING THE CHAPTERS IN THE EARLIER WEEKS OMFG I'M LITERALLY ON ECSTASY DRUGS RNN

[bakedbakermom]

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Chapter 4: Salient // start at the beginning

tagging @today-in-fic @ao3feed-msr

salient adjective/noun 1. having a quality that demands attention 2. the line of battle closest to the enemy -- A discovery, a decision.

Two more nights of fruitless searching and the flickering candle flame of hope in Scully’s heart was burning lower and lower with each passing hour. She slumped in a chair in the corner of the Magic Box, watching the mood degrade.

Giles had given another pep talk; Spike and Mulder had brought every whipped, sugared, brownie-chunk-filled hyper-caffeinated beverage the local coffee shop could provide; and Buffy had colorfully threatened the bodily integrity of the first person to fall asleep, but she was barely clinging to consciousness as she stared, slack-jawed and glassy-eyed, at the same page she had started nearly half an hour ago.

The others lay or sat scattered in various stages of exhaustion; even Willow’s saccharine optimism had turned decidedly bitter, especially after her attempt to magically scan an entire stack of Old Welsh texts had nearly gone up in literal flame.

No one spoke. No one moved except to turn a page, the whisper of paper like the flap of a crow’s wings—an omen of death.

When Xander sat up and shot his hand into the air, Scully’s heart leapt into her throat.

“Uh, Giles, what do you know about a guy named Antheunis Vroomen?”

Giles glanced up, blinking slowly as the wheels of his mind kicked into gear. “Oh, um, he was a Flemish Watcher in the thirteenth century. A zealot, or rather a heretic actually. He was expelled by the council for his utterly brutal experiments on vampires. He pushed them to the limits of what they could endure—dismemberment, vivisection, exposing different body parts to sunlight, drowning in holy water. And considerably beyond those limits, in many cases. There were even rumors he was dabbling in necromancy. Eventually he was caught by a nest of vampires—”

“And they gave him a stern talking-to, told him to never ever do it again, and sent him away to live happily ever after?” asked Willow hopefully.

“Uh, no, actually. They tortured him for days, disemboweled him, and then burned him—still clinging to life—on a pyre of his own accursed journals.”

“Figures,” Willow mumbled.

“Wrong!” proclaimed Xander triumphantly, holding up a small packet of loose papers, yellow and tattered with age. “They didn’t burn him, they turned him. And those experiments? Dude was trying to find a cure for the whole blood-sucking-undead disease. And according to this lost journal I just found, he not only figured it out, he used it to cure himself!”

Giles crossed the room in an instant—the Scoobies gathering close behind like ducklings following their mother—and took the small bundle from Xander’s hands with a delicacy that bordered on reverence. “My God, Xander,” he whispered, running his thumbs along the flaking edges of the fragile paper. “Where did you find this?”

“Someone was using it to bookmark some rather, uh, exciting woodcut prints in this—”

His words cut off with a gurgle as Giles threw his arms around him.

An awkward moment passed.

“I’m hugging you, aren’t I?”

“Um. Yeah?��

“We will never speak of this again.”

“You got it.”

The group scrambled to clear away the teetering stacks of books on the table so Giles could spread the journal out in front of him. Anya grabbed a lamp from the corner, shedding more light on the ink, so faded it was barely discernible from the paper on which it was written. Giles’ smile started small, and widened along with his eyes as he scanned the pages. “Of course. Of course! We’ve been looking for rituals of cleansing and healing, when we should have been focusing on life transference!”

“Come on, Giles, share with the rest of the class,” Buffy urged, nearly bouncing on her feet.

Scully inched closer, trying to read over Giles’ shoulder. A symbol in the corner of one page caught her eye—faded and smudged but so unmistakable to her that her stomach dropped, even before he began to read the page aloud. A steady ringing started in her ears, tinny at first then surging into a throbbing shriek inside her skull that beat in time to her galloping heart. The din of it nearly drowned out the voices around her as the room erupted into a flurry of hopeful activity.

“... a trio of female saints, likely appropriated Celtic goddesses…”

“... hasn’t taken a human life, well we lucked out on that one, barely…”

“... before the first dark moon after transformation. That’s tomorrow, we’ve got to get ready…”

Scully’s throat tightened; her vision began to darken at the edges and she fought not to swoon. She stepped jerkily back from the table, hands trembling.

The sudden weight of Mulder’s hands on her shoulders nearly made her yelp —she hadn’t even noticed him come up behind her. He turned her around and pulled her into a crushing hug. She felt a wetness in her hair and realized he was crying.

“They’ve found it. They’ve really found it.” He pulled back to look into her eyes, tears streaming down his face as he smiled at her in wonder. He grazed his fingers over her cheeks, her lips, her hair, as if seeing her for the first time. “We’re going to be okay, Scully.”

He didn’t see it. He doesn’t know. She nodded, chin pebbling as tears welled in her eyes. She buried her face against his chest, silent and hollow, and imagined that the whooshing of her own pulse in her ears was instead his heartbeat, the illusion of hearing the ocean in an empty shell. His arms wrapped around her, holding her closer. She wished he could tuck her inside him, fold her into his chest so that her heart could beat for them both.

She had so much practice putting on a brave face for him—from her abduction to her cancer to holding him together while he shattered under the discovery of his mother’s death and his sister’s fate.

Not that he was easy to fool. Sometimes all it would take was a tip of his head, his finger gently guiding her chin so that her eyes met his, and then it was like he could see straight through her, a clear pool with her soul glinting like a pearl at the bottom. It terrified her, sometimes, how clearly he saw her, how he could hold her heart in his hands and not even flinch as the broken parts pricked and cut at him. There was no part of her that had ever made him run, no secret shame he pulled away from in disgust.

She wished she could show him that now, lay her heart bare so that he could see the way it crumbled under the weight of what she had seen, what she knew she would have to do. To hide from him now felt like a betrayal, a knife twisted in both their hearts. But if he knew the plan taking shape in her mind, he would never let her go through with it.

Slowly, achingly, she pulled her armor back on. No cracks, no gaps, no open spaces where her breaking heart might leak through and betray her. He could hate her later, spend the rest of his mortal life cursing her name; if she saved him first, if he could be alive to feel that anger, it would be a small price to pay.

She counted the beats of her heart as he held her, pretending they were his already, and in a way they were; her heart had been his for years.

Finally she pulled back, wiping the tears from her eyes, and smiled up at him, cupping his cheek with one small hand. “Yeah. It’s going to be okay.”

She hoped it didn’t sound too much like goodbye.

“Ahem. Guys? We’re working out a whole miraculous wonderment thing here, care to join?”

Buffy’s voice broke the spell of their little cocoon, and they jumped away from each other like teenagers caught kissing when the porch light came on.

“Sorry,” said Mulder, ducking his head sheepishly, but unable to stop smiling. He kept hold of Scully’s hand, absently running his thumb across her knuckles.

“We have most of this stuff,” Willow was saying. “Acrimony, palo santo, vervain, mostly herbs of cleansing and banishing evil. But there’s a couple other things. Blood of the slayer is obvious. Buffy?”

“Always willing to open a vein for a friend in need. But dust of the sire, a heart wreathed in flame? They might be a little harder to come by.”

Giles took his glasses off, pressing the end of the earpiece against his lips as he thought. “Dust of the sire must refer to the ashes of the vampire that turned him.” Scully remembered yellow eyes, a torn and bloody gown, the flash of long sharp teeth. She shoved the memory away. “Buffy, do you think you can find the section of sewer caves where we found them? There may still be remains of her, well, remains.”

“I’ll find it,” Spike said, already grabbing his coat to leave. “Slayer should stay here and get ready. We don’t have much time.” The door closed behind him before the last word had died on the air.

“The heart in this illustration looks human.” Willow tapped the page, the burning heart at the corner. No one saw Scully’s shudder. “And I know these flames. See those little curls? That’s an alchemical symbol you see in potions for the transfer of life force.”

“I think there’s a recipe in the Ostanes text for the Flame of Life,” Tara said. “There’s a copy at our place. It’s nasty stuff, but nothing we can’t brew up if you let us dip into some of the Magic Box supplies. It burns the life from one thing and casts it into another.”

Willow was nodding along. “I can break into the morgue for the heart; it’s got to be fresh for something like this.”

“Good, good.” Giles ran his finger down the page, as if it were a grocery list he wanted to double-check. “Xander, Anya, there is a chest of ritual athames in the basement, under the machida skins. Find the one carved from solid amethyst. We’ll need holy water, too, the Catholic stuff. Head to Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow; Father Forthill is still on sabbatical, but Sister Mary Clarence owes me a favor.”

“I’ll get that,” Scully volunteered; they turned to her like a flock of synchronized owls, blinking in surprise. She shrugged at Mulder’s puzzled look and added, “Nuns like me. Besides, it’s not exactly an errand you can run.”

His eyes fell on the cross at her throat and he winced away. “Oh. Right.”

She squeezed his hand. “You just sit tight and learn your part. I’ll be right back. We’re going to bring you back to life.”

—

The church Giles had mentioned was only three blocks away, but Scully saw half a dozen more lining the intersections she passed, their bright crosses gleaming through the fog. Presbyterian, Episcopalian, Lutheran. She supposed living in a town like Sunnydale must inspire people to pray, to seek protection in a higher power in the hopes of fending off the monsters in the dark. She touched the tiny cross dangling from her own neck. It was an impulse she understood.

She genuflected upon entering the sanctuary, tapping her forehead, heart, and either shoulder in the sign of the cross, and then touched her fingers to her lips. The familiar scent of incense filled the air, and the comfort of the church settled around her like a cloak. She had taken refuge in her faith so often in her life, but never as literally as this, never knowing for certain how much safety lay inside walls like these. Stained glass depictions of the saints filled each window, dim now with night pressing down outside, but in the morning they would glimmer like jewels and fill the entire space with colored light.

Scully paused in the north transept to kneel before a rack of flickering votives, each housed in a small cup of red glass that made the whole alcove glow. She supposed it was meant to be warm and soothing, but as she lit her taper and held the tiny flame to the prayer candle’s wick, the lurid light only looked like bloodstains on her hands.

She heard footsteps and glanced up to see the Slayer walking up the center aisle; she had seen the look on Buffy’s face when she and Mulder had broken apart, the way her eyes had narrowed and her jaw tensed as if biting back her words. Scully had been expecting her to follow; what surprised her, however, was how uncomfortable the young woman looked.

“You don’t look like you spend a lot of time in Church.”

“Most of the crosses I see are of the headstone and warding-off-the-evil-undead varieties,” she answered, warily eyeing the large crucifix behind the main altar. This church had gone with one of the more brutal depictions of Jesus’ death: a jagged crown of long black thorns piercing his brow in a dozen places, the deep wound in his side dripping blood halfway down his thighs, his upturned face a mask of weeping, ecstatic agony. “Honestly all of this is a little death-worshippy for my taste. Gives me both the heebies and the jeebies.”

“The Catholics do love their martyrs. The more gruesome, the better. Ignatius torn apart by lions. Joan of Arc in flames. You should see how they paint St. Sebastian.”

Buffy sighed. “Okay, I’m not good at chit-chat, so I’m just going to come right out and say it. You saw something in those pages. You backed away from them like they were going to bite you. And then when you stepped away from the guy who actually did seriously bite you, you had this look on your face. I know that look. I’ve seen it. In the mirror, usually when I’m getting ready to do something stupid. So, tell me, what stupid thing are you planning to do so I can decide if I need to break your legs or not.”

Scully’s smile was small and quietly dangerous. “You can try.”

For the first time, Buffy looked at her, really looked at her, head cocked to one side and arms folded. She seemed relaxed, but Scully recognized the stance from her own combat training; the girl could easily move into one of a thousand strikes designed to disable, maim, or—with her Slayer strength powering that small body—kill. Scully knew she was being studied, and did not flinch.

She had been through too much this week, these last seven years, this entire lifetime, to balk at a mere stare—whether it was backed by superpowers or not.

Finally Buffy seemed to reach a conclusion, and flopped down on the padded kneeler beside her. She wrapped her arms around her folded legs. “All right, lady. Spill.”

Scully nodded her chin toward the painting hanging above the flickering candles. “Do you recognize this painting?” At Buffy’s raised eyebrows, she smiled. “Right, heebies and jeebies. You know, I used to love this image, then I hated it, and now I think I finally understand it.”

She studied the upturned face of the woman in the painting, whose eyes were wide and full of awe as she stared up at the figure of Christ, wreathed in white light. “The woman is St. Margaret Mary, and this is the revelation of the divine heart. Jesus appeared to Margaret Mary, his heart so aflame with love that he could no longer contain it, even in his holy body.”

Jesus’ heart shone from inside his chest, crowned in gold and bright with flames, a beam of light shining from it to alight upon Mary Margaret’s hands where they rested in prayer atop her own heart. More light shone from the wounds at his hands and feet, bathing the kneeling woman in light. “So Margaret Mary begged him to take her heart—and he did, pulling it from her body and placing it alongside his own, so that the flame of his divine love spread from his heart to hers; then he tucked it back into her chest and sealed the wound with a touch of his hand, so that she could go forth and carry that love into the world.”

Tears trickled down her face as she finished, glinting red and gold in the light. She didn’t wipe them away.

Buffy was silent for a long time. The candles continued to flicker and dance, casting shadows over the painting so that the woman’s face seemed to shift from joy to despair and back again.

“The ritual,” she finally said. “A heart wreathed in flame, passing the fire from one to the other. Flames of…?”

“I knew the moment I saw the drawings on the page. Once, it feels like a lifetime ago, a deeply disturbed man told me the story of the Sacred Heart, and then he tried to steal mine. But it didn’t belong to him. It’s belonged to someone else for a long time.”

Buffy rose, rage flashing over her features. “Are you insane? Do you have some kind of death wish? You’ll never survive it.”

“It’s not the first time I’ve been in a position to die for him. At least this time I get a choice.”

“Well it’s the wrong choice!”

Scully stood, her cheeks still damp with tears; she and Buffy were nearly the same height, but something in the steel of her spine and the set of her jaw gave Buffy pause. “I know the stories of the Slayer. Mulder’s told me a dozen times, even though I didn’t believe it until I met you; you exist to protect the human world, to die for it if you have to. Is this so different?”

“I fight to save the world,” Buffy countered. “I know I’ve got an expiration date coming, and some lucky beastie is going to get the best of me someday, but I intend to leave a nice long trail of mangled monster corpses in my wake before then. I’m not going to just give up!”

Scully nodded, turning back to the painting. She plucked another taper from the little bowl and lit another candle, murmuring a small prayer under her breath. When she spoke again, her choked voice was barely more than a whisper. “I had a child once. She wasn’t ‘mine,’ not exactly—she was taken from my body, without my knowledge or consent.”

Shock flickered across Buffy’s face as her hand moved to her own shoulder, touching a scar just visible beside the wide collar of her shirt. Her body was a maze of scars, some visible only in the right light, and some not at all; this one she touched with something approaching reverence. “Blood is blood,” she said softly.

Scully nodded. “I found her years later, and only in time to watch her die. I held her as it happened and I begged God to spare her, even if it meant my life. I’d never felt that depth of love before, that pull, that feeling that my life wasn’t just mine anymore. But as my daughter slipped away, I understood. I’ve been close to death too many times, and I’d fought it every step of the way. But sometimes there is no fight, no way to save the day and come out the other side a hero; there is only the question of who is worth dying for.”

A deep silence passed between them. In the alcove, a tiny flame died with a hiss of wax, sending a curling tendril of pale smoke to the ceiling. The martyred saints looked down, waiting.

Scully watched as a weight settled on Buffy’s small shoulders, as she adjusted herself to carry it; it wasn’t the first unfair burden the young woman had been asked to bear, and Scully knew with a pang of sympathetic sorrow that it would not be the last. “Death is your gift,” Buffy finally whispered, almost too soft to hear. Then, louder, “You’re going to need my help.”

[wackpedion]

I SAW A POST WITH YOU ASKING FOR SETH SHIPS AND MY SOUL LEFT MY BODY BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS ME?????? i literally gripped my table in fear andmy jaw DROPPPED.

OHHHMTGOD HELP ME THWTS SO FUNNY. THATS SO FUNNY HAHAHAHAHA

[cupidlakes]

clips that radiate the same energy

[renegadeontherunn]

liss I-- please oh my god those are sUCH GOOD LINES WHAT

akjdsjldsljksa thank you for the tag!!!

from “sith!ahsoka ramblings”

“She figures it’s enough to see him dead, no matter whose hands get bloody.”

from “vanishing grace”

“Wild eyes met worried blue.”

and lastly (ha) from “last kiss”

“Even the rain had stopped. Even the clouds had withered away.”

no pressure tags! @katierosefun @stolen-pen-name23 @meep-morp-s @just-another-dreamerr @ninastarkov​

WIP game: Post one out-of-context sentence (or line) from every unpublished chapter/draft you've written so far.

Here are mine:

chapter 2

And that shouldn’t make her smile, but it does.

chapter 3

Chloe nods, giggling. She can barely feel her feet.

chapter 4

Did she break Lucifer?

No pressure tag: @my-crazy-awesome-sox @whathorse @doctorcastiellscamander and everyone else who wants to participate!

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

THE AUDACITY OF THIS MAN to look this fine holy moly 🫠

THE WAY HE WALKED INMY JAW DROPPE DTO THE FLOOR. THE LITERAL GROUND. I HAD TO PICK THAT SHIT UP WITH MY BARE HANDS he looks so fine. ITS GIVING FRAT!STEVE and im LIVINGGG. bitch im dead hes so god damn fine its not even funny. no one is laughing.

THE AHNDNS THE HAND ON THE MIC THE WAY HE GRIPS IT AND HIS CHAIN??? AND THE HAT??? AND HIS FINGERS??

[perqabeth]

AAAAAAAA YESSS LIKE LITERALLY ALL OF RIORDAN'S WORKS ARE 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌

also i've just started reading heroes of olympus and its...

i n t e r e s t i n g

BUT I'VE FINISHED PJO, MAGNUS CHASE and im onto the kane chronicles

also percy's nosebleed is just so funny to me because all it took was that for our dear mother gaia to take over the world lmao

AND YES, PERCABETH FOR LIFEEEEE

do u know viria?? she has the B E S T artworks of them

AND PLS I LOVE LEO SM GIVE MY BOIZ SOME MORE LUVV

PERIODDDDD RIORDAN BOOKS >>>>>>

AND WE STAN THE REPRESENTATION IN THEM TOO !!1 except maybe a few ones but shhh

WAIT WAIT SO DID U FIFNSH HOO OR?#$%^&*

omg kane chornicles will not disappoint u i promise BUT IM SO SAD BC my dumbass thought it would be a good idea to read the end of the last book 🤡🤡 and not one line or one page... BUT THE ENTIRE LAST CHAPTER 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡 AND I READ SUCH A MASSIVE SPOILER MY JAW DROPPPED 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

pls ive seen so many memes about how they travelled the entire world to prevent smth gaea from awakening but then percy's nose went nah ☠☠ i just KNOW the seven clowned him for it later

DO I KNOW VIRIA MAAM HER ART GIVES ME SO MUCH SEROTONIN BOOST????? SHE DRAWS THEM SO WELL IT BRINGS TEars tO MY EYES

Look at my babies i love them so much i will sell my soul for them

oh my god dude wait until you read trials of apollo :((( SHITS GOING TO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA LEAVE U SOBBING IM TRYING NOT TO GOVE AWAY ANY SPOILERS BUT <\\\3 IM STILL NOT OVER IT

[shiberpostshere]

The Kiss Thief - Park Seonghwa Social Media AU

10. Chapter Six: It's okay buddy, get used to it✨

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Date: 07.09.19 ✨

You and your friends have been frequenting Cafe Utopia these days due to the fact that San works there part time and Wooyoung dropps by often as his dance studio falls nearby. You might end up becoming a regular since the Dazzling Night crew uses the place as a daily meeting spot if not working in the recording studio.

The interior of the cafe is as the name suggests, magical and mesmerising. The entire furniture is ebony and golden bulbs hang low from the ceiling, the lighting being ten out of ten.

San had left with Yeri fifteen minutes ago after his shift ended to hang out at the apartment with Wooyoung and Yunho, who together went to the dance club and were also flat-mates.

You might as well just make a friendship chart to trace back all your recent friendships somehow to Seonghwa.

The first ever meeting is to be held today at 5PM. Jongho and you arrived an hour earlier to calm down with caffeine and to pretend to do college work while you just conversed about random topics leading nowhere. He slurped his iced americano as you sipped your black coffee.

“So, you're all cool now? Hundred percent?” He murmurs under his breath while scanning the script given by Yeosang.

The topic of embarrassment hadn’t surfaced back onto your consciousness after texting Seonghwa as you had distracted yourself by binge watching Brooklyn 99 with Yeri for half of the night. Classes occupied your mind in the morning and you only thought about Seonghwa's text with full concentration for fifteen minutes while waiting for your orders at the cafe.

At the end, you decided to just deal with it.

You chug down the remaining beverage. “Yeah. I've decided to face Song Mingi and Park Seonghwa with the power of caffeine and god by my side.” The empty mug feels irritating.

San had warned you before leaving not to get another refill, presumably what might have been your seventh cup of the day.

“You literally groaned like a dinosaur after receiving his text.” He gives you a long face.

“Of course I would! He called me cute, he’s obviously making fun of me.” You pack your study material and open your laptop for the meeting.

He considers a thought for a moment. “Maybe he’s just clueless.”

“He’s actually that clueless.” The sudden comment from Yeosang makes you and your friend jump as he settles down at the table.

Mingi takes a seat beside him along with Hongjoong. "I can vouch for that, you know I've known him since high school."

You and Jongho look around for a moment before taking in the group's sudden arrival.

Seonghwa occupies the remaining seat, beside you and your friend. "I'm literally right here, guys. Hi (Y/N), hey Jongho."

"And?" Mingi says as he unpacks his laptop along with his friends, except Hongjoong.  

You shake your head, crossing your arms below your chest. "You guys are sure acting all cool about the group chat."

Hongjoong is the only one with a notepad in front of him and he replies while studying some scribbles. "We're pretending to be cool about it."

"You seem quite unphased too." Yeosang states with a brow raised.

Jongho answers in your stead. "She's buzzing with caffeine, nothing can affect her."

You nod proudly in agreement and point at your now empty mug. "Yeah, I had six cups of courage coffee."

Seonghwa begins to type on his laptop. "That's disturbingly unhealthy."

"Okay, Grandpa, sure."

"That's no way to address your college senior." He attempts to deliver the statement with a serious voice but you catch the corner of his lips lifting up.

Mingi leans forward gleefully, placing his chin in his palms. "Oh my god, look at you two, flirting like the old times." His eyelashes blink at you devilishly.

You hold up a palm at him like the traffic police, "Okay, Song Mingi, sure." At which he feigns a shocked expression.

Even Seonghwa appears surprised by your response.

Jongho pats on your back, you chuckle. "You go, (Y/N)!"

Hongjoong clears his throat and garners everyone’s attention, “Enough bickering. Meeting time.”

Everyone naturally falls silent at his words.

Seonghwa rubs his palms together. “Okay, alright. (Y/N) and Jongho, welcome to the Dazzling Night team. I will just go through some details, if you wish to, you can note them down.”

Seonghwa begins explaining the agenda and workings of the radio show to you and Jongho. Meanwhile, the others discuss something of their own. You decide to note down the important details.

You learn that Dazzling Night airs from Monday to Friday, every night at 10 PM. Jongho will be joining Yeosang as an announcer. Hongjoong is mostly absent due to other commitments and Seonghwa monitors the process under the guidance of Professor Lee.

You pause for a moment, looking back and forth at the two involved in the conversation. “Hold up, if Hongjoong isn’t involved every night then who will I be working under?”

Seonghwa ponders for a moment on how to answer your question, whilst Jongho avoids your gaze.

A finger taps on your shoulder. “Hi.” Mingi grins at you widely.

Your eyes widen. “You’re the audio engineer?” He nods with the grin ever present.

Hongjoong gently taps Mingi’s cheeks with his pen. “You will be but he attends the dance club in the evening so I will be guiding you through it, don’t worry.”

You fall back into your chair, feeling deflated like a balloon. “Great, that’s great.”

“Who will I be working with?” Jongho questions.

“We’ll be meeting together everyday to go through the script, rehearse and make changes.” Yeosang answers his question.

"And, we'll have follow up group meetings to join those fragments of work together." The mullet guy concludes.

Curious, you turn towards Seonghwa. “What about you?”

He too, offers you his full attention. “What about me?”

“What about him?” Mingi’s voice interjects. “Are you asking what’s his deal? He’s single.”

“I am” The male besides you answers and your jaw drops with shock altogether.

“Why would you answer his question! That’s not what I was asking! I was asking what role do you play!”

You hear Jongho snicker and shove an elbow to silence him.

“Oh.” He bites his tongue in between his teeth. “I am the team leader, I observe and finalize things.” His expression truly appears clueless or he’s extremely good at faking it.

“Um, anyway. Seonghwa will also be monitoring you for the following week. I can’t stay back so he’ll be correcting you in my stead.” The composer’s words cause you to fall back more and more, hoping the chair would come alive and suffocate you to death.

“You’re not entirely unphased.” Mingi eyebrows dance up and down.

Yeosang closes his laptop, concerned. “Seonghwa tends to be like that. Why did you like him back then?”

Mingi attempts to hold back his laughter at the question.

Yep, chair, c’mon, kill me.

Seonghwa slams his palms on the table with a gentle thud. “I am right here, I am literally right here!”

Unable to fathom what's going to happen anymore, you place a hand gently on his shoulder. “It’s okay buddy, it’s okay. Get used to it. It’s the only way.”

Seonghwa glances at your hand, trying to hold back his smile at your gesture.

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Pairing: College Student! Seonghwa x College Student! Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, A teeny tiny bit of smut with a pinch of angst

Synopsis: High school crushes are often silly and forgotten. However, you cannot forget the one senior, you "borrowed" once a kiss from. Years have passed and it's a memory you laugh at but what will happen if you're to encounter the same senior in a much different setting and situation? Especially during your first year of college.

A/N: What is Seonghwa doing? 🤔 (Tumblr didn't save my draft so I had to make the post twice 🙃) Also, this needs serious editing which I'll be doing tomorrow.

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[thatonebored-juniorcolleague]

HOLY SHI T

There was this small pond in the woods and above it a fly was buzzing back and forth.

Keep reading

[alidiluceamore]

Fallon the Faerie Pt 2

Fallon stuck the sticky plastic tube in a nearby rubbish-bin and began to finger through all the papers in his packet. Whilst scanning one of the flyers he quietly verbalized, “A welcome party?”

“Yeah! You’re coming right?” Chase asked excitedly.

“He’ll probably be too busy unpacking to come,” someone at Chase’s side said snidely.

Nervously chuckling, Chase introduced, “Fallon this Sid, he-”

“I’m his lover and friend!” Sid insisted as he clung on to Chase’s arm with a jealous smile. In reality, they had only been "lovers" the last few weeks due to training on campus.

Unfazed, Fallon grinned cordially and returned, “Well it’s nice to meet you, but I’m sure I’ll have my dorm together before then. I just simply have to figure out what to wear.” He gently nod-tossed his hair over his shoulder with literally no effort.

“I can help if you want!” Chase offered. As Sid stood in shock, Chase continued, “We’re supposed to help all the new freshmen move in and feel comfortable anyway. You look like you have quite the wardrobe, c’mon Sid!”

“Um, no.” Sid scrunched up his face as if he had smelled soured sardines, “Student Life Committee or not, I am not moving some underclassmen’s heavy trunk! I could hurt myself,” he protested as he checked his unmanicured hands.

Fallon managed to locked eyes with Sid and calmly asked, “But wouldn’t helping an underclassman look good for the rest of the Committee?” Fallon moved his hand from the side of his face and trailed it to his massive trunk, guiding Sid's sight to it.

Sid’s face softened, “Yeah…It would make us look good! And I love looking good!” He vigorously picked up a purple trunk and began to carry it inside instead of rolling it on its wheels.

“That’s the spirit Sid!” Chase cheered on. “I didn’t expect him to take the biggest thing, but he’s always trying to out-do himself.”

“Oh, I don’t mind, it’s nice having such strong men around to assist me,” Fallon tittered as he playfully patted Chase’s bicep.

Chase blushed warmly and said, “Well, golly Mr. King, it ain’t really nothing! Just trying to be helpful,” he said with cordial enthusiasm as he strapped on Fallon’s rucksack and pulled the handles up on remaining suitcases.

Fallon fingered though some more paper to find out which hall he would be rooming in, “I’m guessing that’s Honey Hall?” he sweetly pointed to a sturdy brick tri-level building Sid scurried into.

Chase nodded, “Yeah! That’s my dorm too!”

Fallon put 2 and 2 together and got 5, “You’re my RA, aren’t you?”

Chase chuckled sheepishly, “Yeah, I am. I hope I’m making the campus life transition easy for you?” He asked as he managed to get the door open and hold it wide so Fallon could prance through.

“A little too easy, people might think I’m cheating to win,” Fallon teased as he sashayed past him and Chase laughed blushingly. Fallon took in the lightly musky yet even fainter sweet scent and scanned the wall for his room number, “Room 100 is further down?”

“Sure is, right across from 101!” Chase beamed.

“I’ll be sure to keep my wilde parties down,” Fallon joked, figuring 101 was Chase's room.

They both arrived at Fallon’s open door to see Sid looking around in a stupor, “Your room looks way bigger! And why is there only one bed and a bathroom!?”

“I requested a single, I need my space,” Fallon shrugged nonchalantly with a half-smile.

“But all the other rooms aren’t this big! Even my private room in Ginger Hall isn’t this roomy!” Sid scoffed.

“No need to be bitter about it,” Fallon laughed.

“Cuz ginger root is bitter!” Chase snickered, complimenting Fallon’s sentence. Sid did not find it funny. “Oh, it was just a joke, Sid,” he grinned.

Sid rolled his eyes and replied flatly, “Ha.”

“Where do you want these Mr. King?” Chase questioned with sincerity.

Fallon checked around the room, “Oh, in the corner is fine. Thank you so much,” he bowed slightly. “And please,” he looked deeply into Chase’s iris’, “Fallon is fine.”

“He sure is,” Chase admitted in a dream-esque trance. Sid’s jaw dropped and Chase realized what he said, “Uh, sure is a fine addition to Honey Hall and to Teakwood!” He quickly cleaned up his words and gently placed the luggage flush against the wall, his muscles moving around in his grey shirt in an admirable fashion.

“Well if you’re done being a bellhop, we still have things to finish, so,” Sid snipped as he marched out of Fallon’s room; though, he didn’t notice that the trunk he half-ass pushed against the wall was still sticking out, and he struck his shin against it. “Ow! Mother…!” he shouted as he stumbled and fell face-first into the hallway in front of everyone.

As the sea of snickering began to build, Chase looked at Sid with embarrassment, “I’d better go handle that situation…” he whispered.

“Good idea,” Fallon winked.

Chase exhaled and put his hands behind his head, “But I’ll see you for our floor meeting. Oh! And at the welcome party too?” Fallon nodded contently and Chase’s face lit up, “Great! I’ll see ya then!” he grinned as he helped Sid hobble out of Honey Hall.

[donutloverxo]

“They deserve a family. You have seen them go through hell and back for years yourself. Can you truly tell me you wouldn’t do anything in your power to give them what they deserve? I love them both like brothers, and I helped them when they needed me. You should understand. You love them too.”

✨GASLIGHTING ✨

This is literally the worst case of gaslighting I've ever seen. Like omfg I'm actually more mad at him than Steve or Bucky. What a fucking asshole. I am so glad she called him out on it, I would've been acting upset if she hasn't.

You know how you always say you base your dark men on real life men. Well I can totally see that here😂😂 I can see a real man being this much or even more of an ungrateful asshole and not being even the least bit bothered about it.

Reader is so friggin strong tho🥺🥺 She helped jane and even almost managed to get away. But there really is no running away from people as powerful as them.

“Oh god, look at you swelling for our daughter. Look at you blossoming like a flower, soon filling with life giving liquid that will nurse her.”

Loved this because it flared up my already prominent and annoying nursing kink😂😂

Listen... I don't really believe in fate. But her being one of the few women who can carry their baby, and being so close to them that she's essentially family, and then them making her carry it, it's kind of like fate right? I sort of get it because how do you let an opportunity like that go. But then again, they could always just adopt lol so not too much sympathy.

Bitch, I am not even kidding or exaggerating, my jaw legit droppped when they revealed that they impregnated her naturally. Like wtf I do not think anybody saw that coming. And then the smut that followed after was just as hot as it was kind of sad.

This was a wild ride and totally worth the wait! Thanks so much for sharing ❤❤

Their Surrogate - 2

Pairing : Dark!Steve x Reader, Dark!Bucky x Reader

Summary: When Steve and Bucky ask you to be the surrogate mother for their child, you couldn’t say no.

Words: 5.6k

Warnings: Non-con, forced pregnancy, somnophilia, breeding kink, one homophobic slang, language, 18+ONLY

A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait. I’ll put the epilogue out this week since I didn’t want to end this abruptly. Thank you for being so patient and kind with me. 

PART 1

As time stood still, your heart cracking with every hard beat, you felt yourself transport away to centuries back where one man had been betrayed by those he loved. Was this how Christ had felt as Judas kissed his cheek? Did Judas have bright blue eyes like Steve’s or with a hint of green in them like Bucky?

“Oh god, what did you do to me?” You asked, eyes fliting between Steve and Bucky. They glanced at each other and then at you, looking at a loss of words.

“Doll, calm down. Please, we can explain.” Steve said, trying to console you. He took a step towards you and you stumbled back, raising a hand in warning.

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