#but people got stuck in it and followed other people who were neck deep in it so most of what they saw online was sadness

[deanssun]

now playing: 2000 miles -Hor!Zen

"12 pack in the back

got the 15's bumpin'

summer-time!"

𖤓 𓂃 stanford!dean winchester x beach bum!reader

! alcohol . drugs . dean is IN LOVE . its lowk cute . fluff. opposites attract?

you would never be caught dead with a football guy, especially one like dean winchester. he was everything you weren't,  you weren't as popular as him, nor athletic. but that doesn't mean you didn't find him attractive just not enough to fling yourself towards him. that would be embarrassing.

you'd caught dean's eye, passing him through the halls with a faint smell of salt water that followed you, clinging onto you and never coming off; almost as if it was a part of you. your presence entranced him and he wanted, needed to know more.

the single puka shell that adorned your neck standing out, the gold that decorated the rest of your body gave you a glow he'd never seen on anyone else. your sun-kissed skin which always looked so kissable, his mind wandering to what it'd feel like on his lips. your tank-tops that stuck to your form, showing off your curves to the whole school–not that dean was going to complain.

yet, his mind focused on the small things about you. how your lips moved when you spoke, the perfume you sprayed-and what scent it was, how you always wore your hair up, and your eyes. those eyes were enough to make him fall to his knees and beg. he wasn't a stalker, dean just enjoyed and cherished the times his eyes were graced with the sight of you.

the two of you had never spoken, only sharing quick glances as you passed by one another–both opposites. you were a beach bum, kissed by the sun, sand always somewhere on you, and the lingering note of the sea deep within your veins. while he was a football player, jerseys, parties and frats, sorority girls, and drunken nights.

but did no-one ever tell you guys that opposites attract?

the whole class had planned a beach trip, which you were obviously going to go. you could spend hours soaking in the sun, the salty breeze brushing past you, or your toes beneath the sand as you collect shells. a favorite pastime of yours which had led up to a huge collection, taking up most of the space on top of your dresser.

almost everybody came, a bonfire lit beneath the moonlit night. what hadn't crossed your mind was that it was a party–that's all people ever threw. a red solo cup was clenched between your fingers–that matched your swimsuit–a blunt in the other. the smell of weed and the ocean filled your senses every time you took a breath.

girls littered around in their bikinis, you were as well, and guys in their swim-trunks. but nobody went into the water. the air was crisp and somewhat warm, the blazing fire being the cause. taking a drag of the herbs between your fingertips, a calming sensation washed over you. blowing the smoke out, you didn't realize someone was in front of you.

“oh! i'm so sorry, i didn't see you.” your hand swats away the smoke from their face, you were hardly able to make out who they were.

dean stared at you, his eyes trailing over your form. his mouth hung open a bit, almost as if he was love-struck. to him you were the epitome of beauty, even more so in barely any clothes.

“uh hello?” your eyes focus and you finally get a glimpse of who it was–dean winchester.

your body acts on instinct and backs up. a confused look etches itself onto your features. you down the rest of your drink, not even sure what it was.

“dean, what do you want?” your voice is slightly hoarse, thanks to the alcohol and smoke that entered your lungs not too long ago. the joint still burning in your grasp.

“you know my name?” he asked you, his piercing green eyes lighting up, softening in the process.. 

was he stupid? who didn't know his name, was a star football player. most girls would practically throw themselves at him if he probably hadn't already gotten in their pants.

“yea..? who doesn't. now what do you need, dean.” smoke fills your lungs as your lips wrap around the paper.

dean's first thought was how plump your lips were, how your eyelids fluttered shut as you took a breath.

“you're beautiful, y'know? like a mermaid.” he blurts out, ears flushed a pink color when he realizes what he had just said.

“i'm sorry that–” you cut him off, a low chuckle escaping you. which to him was the best song he'd ever heard.

“dean, it's okay. it was rather cute actually.” your cheeks heat up, registering what he had said.

you weren't really complimented often and when you were, you didn't pay any mind to them. but from him? from dean? you'd listen and absorb every word.

especially when he looked like a love-sick puppy saying them. for being so popular you would've thought he'd been more–confident.

you ate your words right back up because without a second thought he laced his fingers with yours. pulling you along with him, back to where everyone was gathered. back to the bonfire.

so, you sat beside him for the rest of the night. head rested on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you.

he was moving fast, every few minutes he'd kiss the top of your head, whispering a few words of how pretty you were. even when your classmates gathered their belongings and put out the fire.

the two of you still sat hip-to-hip, stuck like glue. a smile on both your faces as the waves crash against each other in a frenzy. his thumb rubbing circles on your thigh.

as the sun began to rise, evidence of how long you guys stayed together on the beach, he turned to you and spoke,

“I have a 12 pack in the back of my car, if you're in for some day-drinking?” dean asked with a wolfish grin, his youthful face bright and happy.

you nodded, standing up with shaky legs from all the sitting and followed him. the birds squawked and the sand moved between your feet. finding yourself with someone who you didn't know you needed.

dean's mind was fuzzy, full of you. you were just what he needed in his life. a breath of fresh air–fresh salty air if you will. he was in love and nobody was going to take that away from him, not his dad, not sam, not hunting…

sunny yaps! HIII! i love stanford!dean SOOO i decided to write for himmmm! I LOVE THE OPPOSITES ATTRACT TROPE soooo badddd like OH EM GEE! so again I WROTE THIS INTO IT! PLEASE LMKK HOW U GUYS FEEL ABOUT ITT! theres no kissing or anything smutty just SWEET FLUFF!! buttttt if you'd like me to continue with this THEN PLEASE TELL MEEE COMMENTS ARE SOOO APPRECIATED!

special tags! @bluemerakis @figthoughts lmk if u wanna be tagged also!! 😽

@floralscented for inspo/concept of stanford!dean

[2010s-nostalgia]

I’m confused what exactly was “tumblr grunge” + why is it harmful?? (Not trying to be annoying or rude I just think I either don’t remember or I missed out on that despite being on here since… 2012 god)

Eh, maybe I shouldn't say the whole of the grunge thing was bad; I'm sure there were people who wanted nothing to do with the negative side of it, but from my experience that era focused a lot on depression and self destruction. Every time I come across an old grunge blog from that time that's pretty much all I find.

Maybe I'm too separated from my teen years and I'm being lame. Like I understand why I, and other teenagers, wanted to see themselves in those screenshots of Effy Stonem; I had all kinds of issues that were going ignored. However, wallowing in aesthetics of despair and self destruction didn't do me any good, and it's not doing the next generation any good either. Sadness shouldn't be a look to be achieved

[vespertiliosworld]

Shivani

Damian Wayne x Reader

Next chapter

English is not my first language, sorry if there is any mistake.

Tw: blood, fight, death

You are not Wonder Woman's daughter, you are not even related to her, yet when your parents died and a powerful mythological item was inherited from your mother, you gained powers similar to hers. As a person who has always loved mythology, this was a great legacy for you. It stirred his heart to know that your mother had worked with Wonder Womann all those years ago. You can do this too!

However, these things are not as easy as you think, not at all. Everything seemed like a dream, with everyone around you turning into a bloodbath, people screaming for help and questioning themselves. It seemed like your mom and dad would wake you up soon and you were going to have another classic sunday breakfast, but that didn't happend.

The blood of the little girl you just tried to save was on your hands, the blood of other civilians was everywhere, stuck to your face. Your eyes felt like they were in a pitch black pit as you felt dizzy and nauseous. A ruthless killer called himself Void. You didn't know where he came from, all you knew was that he was very cruel and wanted to kill you.

You clenched your bloody palms and closed your eyes. You took a deep breath, you had to pull yourself together and protect the remaining civilians. Void's black shadow soldiers were everywhere.

You got up from your knees and gripped the sword in your hand tightly. You gathered all your strength for the mothers around screaming for their children and for the men holding the corpses of their wives.

You swung your sword and cut the neck of a shadow soldier. When it dispersed like smoke, you rushed forward and cut another one in half. You looked up at Void, who was breathing heavily in the air, watching you with his deadly black eyes. "I think our little girl is determined to keep playing." His voice was sarcastic and curious. The fire he saw in your eyes excited him. He was wondering what a fourteen year old girl like you could do.

"I am not playing." you said in a tone burning with anger. You raised your sword and got into attack position. "I'm fighting!" When you ducked and jumped, it was obvious that Void wasn't expecting this. He tried to retreat quickly, but he was too late and your sword cut across his right eye. Void clenched his teeth as you landed back on the ground and positioned yourself to attack.

He was astonished when the black blood flowing from his eye smeared on his hand. This made him angry, just like you wanted. You looked at him with a cocky smile on your face. "What's wrong, Void? Are you scared of a little girl?" While your shout caused the people around you to shed tears of happiness, you did not notice the huge man standing behind you.

"I'm sure you did." You were quick to turn around at the sound of a familiar voice. Superman stood behind you with his powerful stance. The proud and kind smile on his face made you smile too. "I congratulate you for what you have done." You noticed a katana boy walking past you with his calm voice. Robin, that was Robin.

You smiled happily as your tense body relaxed. When you breathed a sigh of relief, you saw Batman jumping over you. He was here too, just like Wonder Woman was. Void's soldiers were strong and numerous, this was the challenging part for you, but now you were not alone. "Justice league! Go!"

With the hope filling you, you didn't stop and attacked another shadow soldier. Once he got rid of you he quickly moved somewhere else and you followed him. You were so focused on killing him that you didn't notice that you were smashing the columns of the building.

When a smile appeared on his disgusting face, you attacked again and shattered the last column, the building began to fall on the civilians as the shadow soldier dispersed like dust. You threw away the sword in your hand and ran towards the civilians to protect them, trying to hold the building. You looked at the civilians as you felt pain as if every muscle fiber in your body was tearing apart and your feet sunk into the ground, tearing apart the ground. "Run away now!" It was getting harder for you to hold the building, but you managed to hold it with great difficulty until the civilians came out.

You realized who it was when a figure with a curvy body came running and held the building with you. She was Wonder Woman. She was also having a hard time holding the building, but not as much as you. She looked at you with a bright smile. "Good job, kiddo."

Her words were worth all the difficulties, if you weren't in an emergency you would have burst into tears.

[auspicioustidings]

Bannockburn

Summary: Your boyfriend Johnny has come home in a strange mood, and you are about to get your shit rocked at Bannockburn.

Technically, if you squint, a sequel to Savage set just over 700 years later. Like I will perhaps write a proper sequel at some point, but you can blame Bunny for this one.

Words: 3.6k

CW: CNC, smut, implied character death

You were getting nervous. You were getting really nervous. There were two Johnny’s and you never knew what one you were getting when he came home from a mission. Most of the time you got your Johnny, sweet and loving and tackling you to the bed with a laugh while he showed you how much he missed you. But sometimes whatever happened out on mission got his blood up. Whatever he usually did to get himself settled and out of war mode didn’t take. Sometimes you got the Savage Johnny, the one who heard your English accent and became more animal than man. The one who went into such thick Scots that you hardly understood what he was growling into your ear as he took you. 

Usually you knew what Johnny you had the moment he walked through the door. Not this time. This time he seemed like he was boiling with energy under the surface, but he kissed you nonetheless and ate dinner with you and held you as you slept. When he got you both up and packed into the car the next morning for a trip you had the sense to at least be a little worried. Now, hand held in his as you listened to the guide, you had some inkling that you might be in for it. 

“Now King Edward the second invaded as a result of Bruce’s demand to his people to recognise him as their King. He summoned 25,000 infantry and 2000 horses, the largest ever army to invade Scotland. Bruce only had command of 6000 men.”

You could feel the blood draining from your face as the guide went further into the background of the battle. Around about the time she briefly mentioned how Wallace had been hanged, drawn and quartered, limbs displayed in different cities, just shy of ten years before the Battle of Bannockburn, you absolutely knew what Johnny you had on your hands. And this Johnny? There was nothing you could do to save yourself from this Johnny. This Johnny was taking in every word, ready to punish you for your ancestors' transgressions against his. 

You were trying to pay attention, but your eyes were darting around trying to pinpoint any little nooks that might spell danger if he got you in them. Only that was dangerous in itself, because the first time you felt your attention drift from what was being said Johnny had let go of your hand and moved to instead hold you firm by the back of the neck, fingers massaging a little too hard in warning. That got you to pay rapt attention to all of it, to the whole history of the Scottish wars of Independence as it related to Bannockburn. 

It was strange sometimes, you and Johnny. There were times like now when you would be learning about the history of your countries and it felt like some long forgotten memory. There were times when you met his Lieutenant and swore you knew him from somewhere. Like there was some ancient part of you that trusted them when they fought together to watch each other's backs. No matter what Johnny you got, you held such a deep love for him that it scared you sometimes. Your heart twisted as they described what the battle would have been like for the soldiers, the sights and sounds and weapons. It must have been awful. 

You were stuck on it. Stuck on the image of a Johnny with a sword on the battlefield. That was your mistake, zoning out and just following along when he led you out to the grounds. Only when you had been walking for a while did you realise how far you were getting from the safety of a building full of people.

“Where are we going?”

“Dinae pay any attention at all did ye? Must naw have been interesting tae ye learning about how my people battered yours when they tried tae grind us intae nothing.”

“No, I was paying attention. Of course I was” you said, trying to be meek and quell some of his building fury. 

“Couldnae even hunt a bunny without some English noble claiming it wisnae our right. Punishing us” he ranted before turning to you with a feral look in his eye. “Cannae stop me from hunting one right now though can they? Ye going tae run for me wee bunny?”

Fuck. He looked ready to tear into your throat with his teeth. You felt every bit a prey animal, eyes darting around to find a way out of this. The woods. There were woods here. That was where he had been leading you while you had been busy getting stuck on the idea of him as some ancient warrior fighting to the death. Gillies Hill. The guide had told you about it, how the Scottish had made their camp here. It was where they had attacked from.

And it was where you found yourself sprinting through, heart pounding. Your logical mind knew it was a mistake, you running only meant he could chase. You should have just stayed where you were, tried to talk him down. You were stumbling and tripping, trying to get your bearings as the woods became dense around you. Every snap of a twig or sway of a branch sent you darting away in the other direction until you were shaking from exhaustion and no small amount of mounting terror.

You had never been hunted like this. Johnny had been rough with you before in the warmth of your own home, had fucked you into the bed like he was trying to mould you permanently to him. But this was a different creature entirely. This was the monster under the surface that you only caught glimpses of, that you never thought you would meet face to face. The woods were silent of another human, had you managed to escape him?

“Yer naw even trying little bunny, ye want me tae catch ye is that it? Slut.”

His breath was hot on your ear and you choked on any response you had tried to come up with. How had he gotten right behind you without a sound? You were running again, tripping and scraping your knees but clawing your way back to your feet to keep going. The little summer dress was not suited for this, but at least you were wearing boots. At least Johnny had told you to wear boots this morning. 

It was with a sickening dread that you realised he had planned this. He knew you would be running from him, knew he wanted you in a dress for easy access but boots for fleeing into the woods. At least you knew that your Johnny was still in there somewhere, enough to care about you not breaking an ankle. Not enough to care about breaking you in other ways. 

“Aww wee English princess got her knees all scraped up? All yer kinfolk are going tae ken how ye love getting on them for good Scottish cock when they see the marks. Wee whore down in the dirt fucking gagging on it, crying over how much ye love it.”

You couldn’t properly tell what direction his voice was even coming from. The shame of his words was flooding you with a sickly humiliation that only increased when your body reacted differently to how it should have. When you throbbed with need for him. 

“I’m not! That isn’t what’s happening!”

You were flustered and scared and needy and felt like you were yelling at nothing as you kept catching sight of him on your periphery only to turn and find nobody there. 

“Naw? Slick is practically running down yer plush fucking thighs princess, bet yer clenching down on nothin’. Dinnae even have tae catch ye dae I? Could just wait until ye come crawling tae me, begging me tae claim ye. Fucking pleading for it right here, right where my army celebrated before decimating yours.”

His words sent a shiver up your spine. Out here felt removed from time, it really did feel like you were betraying something by finding yourself drawn to this savage. By imagining that his prediction would prove true, that you’d beg for him. You couldn’t, it would be too much, too shameful. So you kept stumbling through the woods even when the deep tenor of his voice rang through in a mocking little song.

God he had translated this for you once. Told you that brose and butter was a euphemism, that it was about fucking a girl full of cum. It had made you blush and laugh at the time when he playfully sang it over to you now that you understood the meaning, but now? Fuck now it just scared the hell out of you with how the words were tinged with a promise. This was hardly playful, he really meant to hold you down and shove himself inside you out here in the woods where anyone could walk by. 

“We can’t! John please, not here” you pleaded, pausing to try and find where he was. “I… you were gone for months, I’ve not…”

He had made you promise before he left that you’d save yourself for him, wouldn’t even put your own fingers inside yourself while he was gone. And you hadn’t. Fuck you would be so tight now, not ready for him to take you hard. Had he known even then that this was the plan?

“Maiden are ye? Scared it’s going tae hurt, princess? It will, did they naw teach ye that we’re animals? We dinnae treat wee English lassies the way yer own men would. Ye’ll get treated the way ye should, like a fucking whore. And ye’ll take it won’t ye? Ye’ll take it wherever I want tae give it tae ye.”

Fuck, you were starting to slip away to whereever he was. You were starting to feel less like yourself and more like the poor English maiden being hunted by the enemy. The bunny being hunted by the hound. Starting to drift away into pure animal instinct, pure fear and arousal. You could hardly breathe now, feeling tears prick at your eyes.

“Please…” you sobbed quietly, not even sure what you were begging for.

And then he was there, towering over you and wrapping a hand around your throat, thumb beneath your chin to tilt your head and force you to look at him. 

“Wonder whit they’d think of ye begging so pretty for the enemy. Cannae help yerself can ye?” he said, as if fascinated by you, slipping his other hand up your dress and under your panties. “Fucking English slut. Y’er dripping.”

Your reaction to those words was violent and unexplainable. It made your legs shake and your pussy clench painfully hard. It was confusing how much it affected you, causing such a flood of wetness that Johnny noticed, his pupils dilating as he squeezed at your throat and laughed when that made you whimper and claw at his hand. He only kept on squeezing until you were starting to see stars.

“Dinnae fucking move princess.”

The pressure of his hands was gone in an instant and the flood of oxygen made you dizzy. There was no time for you to recover before he was on his knees in the dirt, treating your pussy like it was a mouth and sloppily kissing it over your panties. The press of his tongue was insistent and overwhelming, like he was trying to bully it past the fabric. When he ripped at your waistband with his teeth the lace tore. 

He continued his attack like he truly was a wolf sinking his teeth into a fresh meal, completely ruining your underwear until the mangled scraps fell to the floor and left you bare. Your hands were woven into his mohawk and you tried to pull him away, earning a growl that reverberated into your bones and a heavy handed smack to your ass before he assaulted your clit with tongue and teeth and spit. 

You felt yourself clench so hard that you almost felt nauseous. Fuck. You were trying to keep some sense of self, trying to remember that you were out in public and he was some feral version of the man you loved who was saying horrible things to you and promising he was going to hurt you. But there was a creeping haze taking over, turning you dumb for him. 

It wasn’t even something you had been aware was happening when you came on his tongue. It was just sensation, just the desperate need for more. The primal desperation to be fuller even as he pushed his tongue into your over sensitive hole while your walls fluttered through the pleasure of that high.  

“Please, need you.”

“Aye, that right? Needy wee slut.”

You were too far gone to notice that while he was rough in getting you onto your back in the dirt, one hand was gentle in cradling your head to make sure it landed softly. 

“Use those pretty wee words. Ask me for it the way ye’d ask a good English man.”

Ask me for it the way ye’d ask Simon.

When all you could do was wriggle underneath him and whine he grabbed the neckline of your dress and yanked it down to let your breasts spill out, slapping hard at one and making you howl. 

“They naw teach ye how tae talk proper ye wee slut? Ask fucking nicely.”

“Please, please I want you inside me.”

“Aye, can tell that princess. Whit else?”

“Want you to cum inside me.”

“Good fucking girl, wisnae so hard now was it?”

He didn’t take any of his clothes off, just fished his hard cock from his jeans, hooked your knees on his shoulders and pressed into your wet heat in one fluid motion. You both groaned as he bottomed out. It had been so long, you were so fucking tight around him. 

“M’so full, thank you thank you ,m’yours, need you. Fuck, ah. Made for you, it’s so much” you rambled, incoherent in your bliss. 

“There she is, needed this naw? Needed my cock deep in this tight wee English cunt. Cannae be a person without it, it’s whit ye were made for. Fucking built tae be on yer back with yer legs open for me.”

He stayed like that for what felt like forever, the fullness pushing any coherent thought out of your head. Fuck he was so deep like this, with you nearly folded in half. It felt like you were choking on his dick. You were clawing at the dirt by your sides so hard that you thought your fingers might bleed, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head before they could.

You were so cock drunk that you were only distantly aware of the look in his eyes now, the almost obsessive adoration as he took in how you looked pressed into the earth like this, dress rucked up from the bottom and pulled down from the top, palm print visible from where he had slapped at you, knees by your ears, hands pinned over your head and yet despite it all so blissed out you were salivating and babbling at him how you needed him.

When he pulled all the way out to the tip and then slammed back home you choked on the wind being knocked right out of you. It only encouraged him as he started to fuck you hard and deep, taking him time to make sure every thrust settled him so incredibly deep inside of you that you were floating. 

“Braw wee creature aren’t ye? Feart of me and gagin’ fer it anyway. Dinnae fash bonnie, gettin’ yer hole proper.”

You knew vaguely that he was close because you could hardly understand what he was saying. You were so unable to do anything in this position, no leverage on your arms and legs that you could use to pull him closer. 

“Inside, need it inside. Please, please ah!” you cried, no shame left in so as you begged like a bitch in heat for him to cum inside you. 

He shifted and sped his pace, nailing that spongy spot inside you that was making your vision black out with every thrust. You’d have marks on you from the buttons and zipper of his jeans. You’d have marks on your throat and your wrists, on your tits. He needed more, he needed anyone to take one look at you and know who you belonged to.

“‘at’s it, take it. Fuck. Good lass” he groaned as he sunk his teeth into your throat and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you came, clamping down on his cock.

He jackhammered into you, forcing his way in while your pussy tried to force him out. The tight heat of it was too much and he growled and stilled after one more brutal thrust had him cumming deep inside you. He collapsed on top of you, the painful stretch from being folded as you were a delicious burn with the extra pressure forcing you to stretch further. 

You stayed like that for a while, both panting. Only when you were slowly coming back to your senses did you feel a sharp pain in your back from what must have been a particularly jagged stone. Ah, you thought you were probably bleeding on it, feeling something sticky. 

“Bannockburn” you breathed out softly.

The pressure was off of you almost immediately and he let go of your wrists and kneeled up, pulling out with a soft sigh leaving both of you at the feeling. He was quick to tuck himself in before his hands were back on you, gentle this time, fixing your dress and rubbing at all the spots he had marked.

“C’mere bonnie, ye did so well. Hurting anywhere I need tae look at?”

He looked at your back when you told him, laying soft kisses of apology on you as he cleaned it up. You used to tease Johnny for the little first aid kit he always had strapped to the back of his jeans whenever you went out, but it was coming in incredibly handy. Your panties were toast and he sheepishly tucked the remnants of them into his pocket before getting you to unsteady feet. 

“Creeping Jesus, I’ve made a right mess out of ye” he said with a bashful sort of grin, doing his best to try and fix your hair. 

“Hmm, s’ok” you replied, still a little hazy. 

He kissed you soundly and then gave you an absolute squeeze of a cuddle before scooping you into his arms in a princess carry.

“Let’s get ye all tucked up in the car then we can have a bath and dinner when we’re home eh?”

You nodded and nuzzled into his chest to get comfortable. He would take care of you, he always did.

–

John MacTavish didn’t know how he got so lucky. Not any woman would be softly dozing off in his arms after what he had just put you through. Fuck you were beautiful all of the time, but when you were like this? Fucked out and marked up but achingly soft for him in the afterglow? Jesus, he loved you. He would love you forever, through lifetimes. 

He’d explain obviously, he should really have warned you how hard he was going to go, that should have been pre-negotiated. But he had been so wound up. Fucking Simon Riley and his little comments about you, winding him up by putting thoughts in his head about how demure an English man could get you. It should have just made him laugh and shove at him, instead it made his blood boil and his cock hard and he had taken it out on you. You had let him, you always did until either of you thought it wasn’t safe. 

He paused on his way out of the woods with you, considering waking you so you could see the little glade he had come upon. It was pretty as anything, almost felt like hallowed ground with a giant stone right in the middle. Something about it called to an ancient longing within him. Fuck. He wanted to marry you out here. Was that ridiculous? Maybe just post orgasm stupidity.

Still as he settled you in the car and took you home so he could love you properly, he thought maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

–

“Fuck, Johnny.”

Simon Riley was an Englishman through and through. Everytime he stepped into battle it was to strike down those who would oppose his King and country. Yet he had left the battlefield. He had tracked into the woods, to where he knew MacTavish had crawled off to die. He found him leant against the stone that sat in the centre of a glade. Of course this is where he would want to die. Not on the battlefield, but here. The place he had married you. The place they both had.  

“Ye come tae watch it for yerself Si?” Johnny said with a laugh that turned to a hacking cough. 

“Course. Been trying to kill you for years, not about to miss it.”

Simon sat next to him, both of them looking at the sunlight filtering through the trees. It was peaceful here. Maybe in another lifetime they would not have been enemies. Maybe in another lifetime they could have been brothers.

“Ye’ll look after her until I can find her again?”

“Always.”

[rebelliousstories]

Fangirl

Relationship: Remy LeBeau/Gambit x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 908

Main Masterlist: Here

X-Men Masterlist: Here

Summary: What do you do when you come across your childhood hero when you’re supposed to be saving the world? No, really, we need to know cause they don’t.

Consider Donating: Here

Being placed in the Void was not fun. The crime; being best friends with one Wade Winston Wilson. And now this was the culmination of their entire relationship. Stuck in a Wasteland, struggling to find a way out. They had been dealing with her friend and the new member, The Wolverine, fighting constantly in one form or another. It was frankly starting to get on their nerves. But watching them fight it out in a Honda Odyssey was quite entertaining, just not when they ended up passing out against a tree because the two mutants were not stopping for anything.

And now, they had woken up in an unfamiliar environment with unfamiliar people. Groaning, they began rubbing the stiffness out of their neck as they rolled over to place their feet on the ground. They say Logan nursing a bottle of alcohol, and Wade also waking up and getting out of bed. Deciding to stay there for a moment more, they were quite shock when things started happening around them.

Deadpool went over to the entrance, and collided with someone else’s weapons. A woman in a deep red suit stepped out from behind the corner. Following close by, a man in an all black suit who grabbed a large knife as soon as he walked in. Lastly, a playing card flew in, right as a familiar man in a leather trench coat caught it. It was him; Gambit.

All other noises and conversation was muffled by the sound of blood rushing through their ears. All they could focus on was that iconic suit. It was not until Deadpool nudged them that their focus was brought back into the present.

“Are you good there, angel cakes? Were you lost in your thoughts because the author didn’t feel like writing the dialogue for this scene?” Their brows furrowed as they looked at him, but he continued as if nothing had happened.

“Never mind, back to the important things.” As their eyes scanned over the group, they would instinctively land on Remy whenever possible. Occasionally, Gambit’s eyes would meet theirs, causing them to blush and drop their gaze. It started happening often enough that they wondered if the mutant was doing it on purpose.

After a while, everyone had found themselves strewn about the temple. They sat near Wade who was trying to befriend Blade, but was failing miserably. It seemed now, especially, their eyes refused to leave the Cajun that was drinking with Elektra in the corner. Weirdly enough, it seemed his eyes sought them out as well.

“Whatcha doing there, my little gender ambiguous chicken nugget?” Wade asked, spooking them. They jumped, but recovered quickly.

“Nothing. Why do you have to call me.” They swatted his hand away as it got closer to ruffling the hair on their head.

“So what’s your deal? Old gibberish mouth with the come over got your eye? ‘Just something about him telling you can’t quite put your finger on’, am I right? He is widely attractive though.” Their look was ridiculous as they looked at their friend in a red mask.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” They deflected.

“Oh I think you do. But I’ll let him get it out of you.” Without another word, Wade left them alone. While their head was turned, someone filled the spot on their other side. Turning back, it was just the wrong person they wanted to see; Remy.

“Ya doin’ alrigh’ pistache?” He asked, relaxing into the seat. It was a stark contrast to how they were sitting rigidly.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’. Jus’ noticed ya a lil’ jumpy is all.” Gambit held a small smirk on his face. He knocked both of their shoulders together and watched their face closely.

“Oh no, that’s just. Um… really, it’s nothing to worry about.” They cursed as they felt heat rise to their cheeks. The smirk on Remy’s face became larger at this.

“Woo, ya got a crush on me or somethin’? Gambit’s not gonna blame you if you did. Gonna make tomorrow a little easier on my heart knowing I got such a cute pistasche in my corner.” Now that blush deepened. Before they could fire off another denial, a yawn ripped through them. Stretching, they began looking over the area for a place for them to rest for the evening.

“Come wit’ me.” Gambit muttered, waving them with him.

As they followed him through the room, they took note on how cozy this temple was for being a refuge in the Void. When they stopped, a bed had appeared in front of them. A couple personal items were on the table next to it; Remy could not be seriously considering letting them use his bed? However he allowed no time for protest.

“If ya need more blankets, give a holla. Good night pistasche. Tomorrow, I’ll show you just how cool dem card tricks can get.” With that, Gambit winked and left them standing there.

They were not entirely sure what had happened in just the short amount of time that they had encountered the Gambit in the Void. He was just like they expected him to be. Except, they thought they would be smoother in their comebacks and actions. At any rate, they settled themself into bed, dreaming. Dreaming of seeing him in action tomorrow. And somehow dreaming of him teasing them some more, but this time, they would have their comebacks.

[yoitsjay]

United

Pairings: Imperial! Hunter x fem! Inquisitor! Reader

Summary: you are sent to Felucia to track down rumors of a jedi, and instead run into a lone purge trooper... a clone... you bicker at first but develop a bond that cannot be broken

Warnings: canon violence, beheading, slight flirting? Relationship mentions, can be read as gender neutral

Word count: 2,602

A/n: more inquisitor hunter requested by @skellymom

“Fifth sister, you are being sent to Felucia… rumors have been circulating that a rogue Jedi, or Jedi conspirators, have been giving aid to the people there. Investigate, and put an end to it.”

Darth Vader’s voice was deep, and commanding and it sent a chill through the deepest parts of your soul. regardless you bowed your head. “Understood, Lord Vader. I will depart at once…”

-

Dense jungles, humid air and bugs. An amazing combination that in all honestly you despised with the very fiber of your being. Alas, Lord Vader had told you that this mission was important, and you would not fail your leader… and face the consequences of that failure.

But this was the fifth time you managed to get your foot stuck in a mud pile and you were getting pretty angry, and you out of all your inquisitor brothers and sisters had the best control of your anger.

You pulled your foot out and tumbled to the ground with an angry shout, scaring some of the birds from the trees. You huffed, and slowly got up to your feet, wiping the mud and dirt off your pants and cape.

“You! Stop right there!”

A voice called out, and you spun around, spotting who looked to be a… purge trooper? but his armor was different, painted black yes, but on his helmet it was painted white to look like a half skull. He was equipped with two DC-17 blasters, but they were holstered, and in his hands he was holding an electrostaff which was pointed towards you.

You narrowed your eyes from behind your mask, and stared at him. “You dare point that pathetic weapon at your superior?” You asked, tilting your head upwards. The man hesitated slightly, noticing the symbol of the Empire on your right pauldron, followed by the circular lightsaber that was attached to your back.

“I don’t care if you're a sith, jedi, or inquisitor. You’re in my way.” The man hissed. His voice sparked something familiar inside of you… from when you were a teenager in the clone wars… this purge trooper wasn't a nat-born… he was a clone trooper.

“I was sent by Lord Vader to investigate Felucia for signs of a jedi… so you- clone, are in MY way.” You hissed, grabbing your saber from your back, igniting both blades. The clone grunted, coming at you with his electrostaff. They were reinforced, and could handle a few strikes from a lightsaber. The clone seemed to know this, and only blocked when completely necessary.

He was skilled, very skilled, with a combat formation you couldn’t recognize. He was improvising every attack which made it hard to predict how he was going to attack next. You ducked out of the way of the trooper’s strike, tilting your head just as a blaster shot whizzed past your head. You hissed, and kicked up some dirt in his face before running and leaping at him.

You had your blade up against his throat, but he had his staff and his blaster at your neck and abdomen where your armor didn’t protect. You could kill him, sure, but he would kill you too.

You were both breathing heavily, just staring at each other… until a loud roar bellowed from the dense jungle beyond you… and emerging from said jungle was a rancor… lovely.

“We will have to save this for later.” You stated, and the man nodded, albeit hesitantly. You pulled your blade away just as he retracted his own weapons, and you both turned to face the rancor that was snarling at you.

You and the trooper battled with the rancor, which would definitely have pummeled you if you hadn’t run into the purge trooper. With your uneasy alliance you and the trooper moved in sync, like you were meant to fight with each other.

Just as the rancor was about to slam its claws down on the clone you force pulled him out of the way, he nodded to you, and then knelt down. You ran forward, jumping up onto his back before launching upwards into the air. The trooper caught the rancors attention with blaster shots, until you slammed your red blade into the head of the beast, jumping off and landing on the ground beside the man as the beast fell.

You dropped your saber and removed your helmet as you fell to your knees, panting, and clearly exhausted. The clone beside you had taken a similar action by removing his helmet, but he stayed standing.

He eventually extended his hand to you, causing you to look up.

Your eyes and his widened as you stared at each other, seemingly stunned by each other's appearances.

The man had longer hair, and a red bandana wrapped around his forehead with a skull sewed into the fabric. And much like the half skull on his helmet he had a half skull tattooed on his face. His honeyed brown eyes stared into yours, and you felt vulnerable, like he was looking into your very soul.

He was feeling similar to how you were, stunned by your striking appearance, and the beauty that radiated off of you. Unlike other inquisitors your eye color was normal, though you had a long, healed scar running from the top of your right cheek down to the corner of your bottom lip.

Eventually you grabbed his hand, and the man helped pull you to your feet.

“I’m CT-9 - Hunter. My name is Hunter.” He introduced, waiting for you to introduce yourself. You pressed your lips into a thin line, shakily breathing out your own name instead of your title. “Y/n.” You introduced, and shook his hand firmly, a truce set between you two after the battle you had fought together.

“You’re one hell of a fighter.” You spoke up, and his helmet, handing it to him just as he grabbed yours and extended it to you. You made an easy exchange, but held your helmet to your hip instead of putting it back on, and he did the same.

“I’m an experimental clone, it’s just part of my genes.” He explained, and your eyes widened slightly. “Experimental? as in clone force 99?” You asked, sounding surprised. Hunter tensed for a moment but nodded his head. “They used to be my unit, but they abandoned me.” He hissed.

You nodded, you understood his pain.

“My master abandoned me at the end of the clone wars too. When clones started firing on us, he ran away. I surrendered, and was taken in by Lord Vader…he is my true master.” You whispered, and Hunter shared a look of understanding as well.

You then looked around, the rancor had destroyed the main paths and had been destroyed from the fight, so now they had to travel through uncharted wilds in order to get to the town that the jedi was rumored to be.

Eventually you slid your helmet back on and he did the same. It was growing dark outside so you held your lightsaber in front of you to illuminate your path. Hunter used a flashlight attached to his helmet.

It was silent between you and him for most of the walk, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Despite your previous fight, you and Hunter had grown a short understanding of each other… and you couldn’t lie, but you had started feeling drawn to the clone, attracted to him. And with the way Hunter tilted his helmet towards you every few minutes, the way you felt his eyes trail down your figure every time you cut through the jungle terrain to clear a path.

You could tell he was starting to feel attracted towards you as well.

Regardless you and Hunter aided each other in getting out of the dense Felucian jungles and to the small village that you had to investigate. It was late at night however, and you knew nobody would come out to talk. So you and Hunter chose a sheltered spot in the forest and created a small camp for the night.

You had come back from gathering sticks and other materials for a fire, noticing that Hunter was struggling to get the fire started. You let out a soft chuckle, igniting your saber before painting the tip down to the kindling. Immediately the fire ignites, and you deactivate your lightsaber again before kneeling beside him.

You placed your helmet beside you, staring into the fire, enjoying the comfortable silence between you two.. Until Hunter eventually spoke up.

“So… what is it actually like being an inquisitor? I hear stories from other purge troopers, terrifying tales… but I've never actually heard it from an inquisitor.” He questioned, and you turned your head to look at him, noticing that he was already staring.

You found yourself unable to look away from his eyes, opening your mouth to speak as you stared into his honeyed eyes.

“Some inquisitors don't… abide by our ways right away, like I did. So they are put through… conditioning, to become more obedient, more angry… and with that anger the Grand Inquisitor shapes his disciples. Then the harsh training begins, and groups of trainee’s will fight to the death… whoever comes out on top becomes an inquisitor.” You explained, eyebrows furrowing as you did so.

“I killed every single person in my age group, though older inquisitors say it’s because I was coddled by Vader, though he was the only one who saw my skill, my power with the force.” You added, sighing and shaking your head as you finally looked away from Hunter, staring back into the fire.

Hunter let out a low hum, and you felt him shuffle closer to you before he placed his gloved hand on your shoulder. You flinched slightly at the sudden touch, but didn’t move away. “I'm sorry… that all sounds.. awful.” He whispered, and you snorted in response.

“Awful doesn’t even cover it.” You replied, a snarky tone to your voice. You then sighed, and looked at him. “Why did your brothers betray you? you must’ve been close?” You asked, seeing the conflict spread across his face as he removed his hand from your shoulder.

“We didn’t see eye to eye on how the Empire was running things. So they left, and I stayed on Kamino until… until it was destroyed. they offered me a chance to come back but i- i refused.” He explained, frowning as he stared into the crackling red fire.

You frowned, nodding your head. “I would have taken that chance… if I was offered one.” You breathed out, and Hunter snapped his head around to stare at you, his eyes wide.

“But I made my bed… as messy as it is, and I'll lie in it until I die.” You added, getting up after a few moments. “Get some rest Hunter, tomorrow we will find our jedi.” You stated, walking over to the little canopy tent you had made, laying down on a bed of large leaves.

Hunter watched you go before he stared down at your helmet which was still laying in the dirt. He brushed his fingers against the carving on the side before he got up and went to his own canopy, getting some much needed rest.

-

When the sun started poking through the trees above, you got up and cleaned up camp before waking Hunter. As soon as you had touched his shoulder he was alert, ready for a fight only to relax when he looked at the slight smirk playing across your lips. “Ready for the hunt?” You asked softly, helping Hunter to his feet as he nodded his head.

You placed your helmets on your head before leaving the small camp area, making your way to the village not far away. People were already bustling about, but as soon as they spotted your terrifying masked appearance, followed by an intimidating purge trooper behind you, they started whispering, and cowering in fear.

“We did not come here to hurt you. We are only here for the Jedi. Reveal their location, or come out and face me, and the rest of you will be spared and rewarded by the Empire.” You explained firmly, having raised your voice so all the villagers could hear you.

Nobody dared speak up, which made you narrow your eyes from behind your hemet, walking up to who looked to be the village leader.

“We harbor no jedi.” He started as you approached him, gulping as you continued to stare him down. You then slightly turned your head in Hunter’s direction, still staring at the leader. “Hunter, why don’t we demonstrate what happens to those who harbor traitors to the Empire?” You asked, and used the force to pull a woman from the crowd.

She gasped as she fell to her knees in front of Hunter, and she looked up at him with fear.

“No- no please don't hurt me! i-”

Her pleas were silenced as Hunter raised his blaster, shooting her in the head. she fell to the ground, and people in the crowd screamed in terror.

“Stop!” A voice shouted just as you were about to pick another villager.

A rhodian man emerged from the crowd, a lightsaber hanging from his belt. You smiled, and pointed your own deactivated saber towards the rhodian. “I’ll give you one opportunity. Surrender, come back with me and you will be welcomed to the Empire’s inquisitorius with open arms.” You offered, holding out your other hand to the Rhodian.

However he just narrowed his eyes, and ignited his saber which was a vivid green in color. You sighed, glancing at Hunter. “It always ends up this way.” You sighed.

The rhodian went to strike you but you simply stepped to the side. Hunter lunged forward and he used his electrostaff to hit the rhodian in the chest, sending him flying backwards.

However you extended your hand, using the force to drag the rhodian back to your feet. You then slammed your foot onto his wrist, and it cracked under the pressure, causing the jedi to scream in pain and release his lightsaber hilt.

You pulled the hilt up into your hand, and admired the craftsmanship. “Amazing components… too bad you will never hold it again.” You hissed, igniting the blade before you brought it down to sever the jedi’s head from his body.

more people screamed, and started running away. Hunter raised his blasters, but with a raise of your hand he paused, and holstered his weapons.

You hooked the jedi’s saber to your belt, and clipped your own to your back before turning to Hunter. “Let’s contact our transport… As for you… you're my purge trooper now.” You told him, tone bordering on possessive as you walked up to him, dragging your finger along the bottom groove of his helmet.

“Yours, hm?” He asked, a surprisingly flirtatious tone to his voice. You chuckled softly, pulling your hand away as you instead called for transport.

You and Hunter couldn’t be separated after that, you had been very… persuasive in getting him as your personal guard and purge trooper. Though the Grand Inquisitor, Lord Vader and even the Emperor heard of the many successes you and Hunter had together.

Though the relationship that had bloomed between you and him had been kept a secret, nobody knew about it, which made this frustrating since you could only really be flirty when around others, and call it playful banter.

But, besides that fact, you and him were inseparable… and indomitable.

That was until Tantiss…

though that's a story for another time.

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Tbb:

@only-my-unexistent-fiances

All:

@moomoog017

[chenfleur]

BROKEN STRINGS

NINETEEN. tell him i said "womp womp 😕" 😁

(1.5k words)

There’s confusion painted on Chaeryeong’s face as she approaches the table.

“Six o’clock was five minutes ago,” she deadpans, blinking. “Did Jake forget his own birthday?”

The table you and Minji had been seated at is cozily tucked away into the corner of the restaurant, lined with lacquered chairs on one side and plush booth on the other. The dimmed amber lights above your heads illuminate the oriental patterns carved in the table’s surface and the thin partition screens hung up on the surrounding walls.

You smile warmly, beckoning her to sit down. “You look pretty, Chaer. Is that dress new?”

“As if,” Chaeryeong snorts. She slides into the chair opposite to you, smoothing out her sleeves. “It was from my aunt. I already spent enough money on Jake’s gift. Seriously—” She cranes her neck towards the entrance. “Where are they?”

“Riki got Jay Park locked in Jake’s pantry,” you explain. Your eyes briefly flit to Minji—who’s discreetly taken Jake’s gift bag and shoved her nose into it for a peek—before landing back on Chaeryeong. “Jake said they’d all be here soon.”

Chaeryeong is quiet for a comically long time before snorting in disbelief. “You know what, yeah. Yeah, okay.”

After asking a passing waiter for some lemon waters, you notice Jungwon and Sunoo’s figures through one of the sushi restaurant’s large windows. When they enter and see that it’s only you, Minji, and Chaeryeong there, Jungwon raises an eyebrow. “Are we at the right restaurant?” he jokes, faking a leave before walking up to the table with a grin.

“Yeah,” Sunoo says, taking a seat next to Chaeryeong. He gestures vaguely to the empty half of the table. “Were these people you saw in a vision or…?”

A laugh leaves you. “Jake texted me a bit ago saying that he and his friends would be late because one of them got another stuck in his pantry. He— well, he didn’t tell me anything other than that, but I’m sure they’ll be here soon. Let’s order some appetizers before they get here,” you propose, reaching for a small stack of menus.

“You know, Y/N,” Jungwon begins casually after accepting the menu you hand him. “Since they’re not here yet, technically you still have the chance to, you know… up and out.”

Confused, your eyes narrow. “Leave? Why would I leave?”

“I’m not saying you should,” he says, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’m just telling you that you’re doing that thing with your hands again. That thing you do when you get anxious where you dig your nail into your palm.”

Surely enough, when your eyes flicker down to your hands, there’s a small cluster of crescent-shaped dents in the middle of your left palm that you didn’t realize you’ve been subconsciously thumbing over. Your eyes widen before you let out a quiet, ever-so-slightly unstable sigh, forcibly folding your hands on the table. “Thank you for pointing that out, Jungwon,” you mutter sarcastically.

“You look like you’re going to shit your pants. All because your boyfriend’s going to be here in a few minutes?”

Glaring at him, you grit out, “He is not my boyfriend—”

“But you wish he was. Don’t lie.”

You falter, and to your utmost dismay, it makes the boy snicker.

“Jungwon’s right, you look a bit flushed,” Sunoo concedes as he gently pushes your glass of water towards you. “It’s okay to be nervous, but don’t let it ruin your night. Seeing him, I mean.”

“I see him nearly everyday at training and school. I literally saw him yesterday,” you counter. “I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, but this time he’ll be six feet away from you, you can’t hide behind the nearest person when he looks in your direction, and he looks super fucking hot,” Jungwon lists off his fingers.

Making a wretched noise, Chaeryeong slaps the boy on the shoulder. “Please, for the love of god, never say that again.”

“What? He does. I looked at his Twitter.”

“You follow him on Twitter?”

“Nope.” He manages to steal one of Chaeryeong’s deep-fried scallops, much to her protest. “Just did a bit of stalking. And, I can confidently say that Y/N is screwed.”

You groan loudly, raising a hand to massage at your temples. “You’re giving me a headache,” you murmur.

When Chaeryeong had told you to think about letting Sunghoon prove himself to you rather than forcing yourself to cut him off, you could feel the fog in your mind physically clear. Okay, you thought. An ultimatum of sorts.

It’s a straightforward approach, but it felt so relieving that those words were coming from someone else rather than you. You couldn’t bring yourself to admit that the hostility you showed towards Sunghoon was only half-true; that it’s more of a shield for your soul because you’re silently clinging onto a prospect that could so easily end up with you getting hurt again.

You force Sunghoon to leave your thoughts by screwing your eyes shut hard for a second, before opening them and focusing on the people in front of you. Tonight, you wouldn’t let Sunghoon get in your head. You’d celebrate Jake, gossip, laugh at the video that Chaeryeong will send everyone of Jake crying over his present, and eat so much food that you’d go home feeling like you’re about to throw up.

Yes, that sounds like a nice plan.

“Do you guys think—” Minji starts, her voice muffled from the food in her mouth. “—that if I make intense eye contact with him for long enough, he’d get so uncomfortable that he’d die of mysterious causes and leave Y/N alone?”

Jungwon snorts. “He might go blind from how hideous you are.”

The girl pauses, before slamming her hands onto the table to push herself up and lean over the table with a raised hand. “Fucking piece of s—”

It’s nearly 6:30 by the time the rest of your party stumbles around the corner. You have to press a hand to your mouth to stop yourself from laughing at Jake’s distraught expression. When his frantic eyes finally catch your waving hand, he visibly sighs.

“I’m so sorry,” Jake rushes out when he gets to the table. Carding a hand through his messy styled hair, he says, “I really do appreciate that you guys came, and I seriously didn’t mean to keep you waiting. It’s just this—” his head whips around to try and find Riki, who airily looks in the other direction. “Someone thought he was a fucking genius—"

“Why is it my problem Jay-hyung was in your pantry in the first place?”

“Just sit, Riki,” Chaeryeong says hastily.

Jake slides into the booth next to you, with Riki and who you recognize as Lee Heeseung on the other side of him. Your eyes scan the group of boys as they file into their seats, but your breath catches in your throat as they land on the person seated on the other end of the table—and god, never have you wanted to punch Jungwon more than right now.

The way Sunghoon looks makes your stomach twist. He’s wearing a loose black dress shirt you never knew he owned, with a singular button at the top unbuttoned that, to your misfortune, lets his collarbones peek out. The strands of his dark hair fall in front of his face like each one was meant to be where it was.

It’s like your plan to ignore Sunghoon had flown out the window the second he was actually in front of you. You despise how you can’t help but let your gaze travel to him. Watching the way his bottom lip is captured between his teeth as he pores over a menu with Jay, shivering when you can see his mouth moving in conversation but not actually being able to hear what he’s saying. You don’t remember the last time you heard his voice other than as a distant echo in the training centre.

You’re snapped out of your daze by Jake, who gently flicks you on the hand. Realizing you haven’t even looked at the menu, you struggle to speak. “Oh—”

Instead, Jake cuts in, whispering, “Are you okay with an eel rice bowl?”

Eyes widening, you give a small nod. “Yeah— yeah.”

Jake ends up ordering for you, with the others ordering their food after. When the waiter leaves, you whisper to the boy next to you, “You know I like those?”

He shrugs. “Your mom brought my family some once. She said it was your favourite.”

“Oh,” you say softly.

You turn your head back to your friends. The restaurant is an echo chamber of clinking plates, overlapping murmurs, and soft bossa nova playing from the bar, all of which is quickly drowned out by Jungwon and Minji’s third argument of the night. You let yourself sink into your surroundings. 

Oblivious to the pair of eyes that had been watching you, that caught the shy smile lingering on your lips.

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PAIRING. park sunghoon x reader

SUMMARY. Since the day you first picked up a racket, Park Sunghoon had been by your side. He had been your first badminton partner, first best friend, first love—and despite the two of you never having a label, it felt like only something cosmic could come between you. But, when the pandemic makes the world shut down, Sunghoon slowly disappears, leaving you in the dust with no explanation. Now, as you start your senior year and the world starts to re-open, you try to move on from him—right when he suddenly enters your life again.

A/N. hello Party People today we (i) steal the moon (am free from exams)

TAGLIST. @euncsace @mrchweeee @ariadores @jiaant11 @jiawji @jaeminri @en-happiness @eneiyri @run2min @nyfwyeonjun @nctislifue @velvtcherie @sungookie @oldjws @saranghaohoshi @leaderwon @who-tf-soddhi @jwnghyuns @koizekomi @haechansbbg

[starshipsofstarlord]

Stuck in 1903 (Part 3)

part one part two kai parker works

Summary - kai relives the first time that the two of you find common ground, and bonnie uncovers there is an unexpected enemy in the ranks of cade (1.1k)

warnings - angst, mentions of death and abuse, slight allusion of smut mention, mf gang being bad friends, fluff

He had shut his eyes and there she was before him, a memory, but somehow she was real. Kai could feel her hand as she stroked his face, how his ears reacted to her voice. The heretic had been shocked, but this was not a sick game, it had been real, too real, and he felt a sense of hope for the first time on his life.

He was seated in his own personal hell, a ticking smile on his lips as he thought of his previous visitor, and I know what you may be thinking; it was not Bonnie Bennet. She was here before him, interrogating him but he could only utter a breathy and deep laugh of amusement, finding hilarity in all of the problems that the mystic fall gang were facing, and as their last resort they had come to him. It was amusing really, to think that he would ever help them after all of the battles they had exchanged, and seemingly Kai had lost, which was why Bonnie couldn’t place why Kai was smiling as though he had won against them.

“Tell me what you know Kai.” Bonnie pursued, hungry for the information that looped around his cracked mind, but he could only shake his unruly head as he rested in the arms of the unbreakable chains. “Kai!” Her continuation hadn’t persuaded him any further, but he knew that eventually he would allow the truth to slip so that he could witness the horror drown her hardened and frowning face.

“You really must be desperate Bon Bon if you’re here instead of out in the real world. It’s quite peaceful here if you counteract the fact that I’m unable to stand up and that terrible song that keeps repeating. And to think this is my hell… we’ll it’s not that bad if you can’t keep her away…”

Bonnie’s head tilted as she dared to step closer to the sociopath that had endlessly aggravated them and tormented every good thing that had blossomed after she escaped from the substitute for the other side. “Her… who are you talking about Kai?”

“Oh that’s right, you don’t know she’s back yet. Oops. Maybe you want to figure out who she is first before you get ready to fight against her whilst you’ve already got this Cade issue on your hands. She already sees you as her enemy, after all you put her through.” His eyebrow quirked as he momentarily thought that the witch would catch on, however he made that assumption too soon as she continued to stoically frown at him. “You didn’t even look for her after she sacrificed herself for you and your little friends, you’d brought plenty of people back when they died, but apparently she wasn’t important enough to you for you to do that for her. And then you screwed her over again when we all finally got out of that prison world.”

He was angry with her, the girl that he had first met in the prison world had never deserved such treatment. She had been a good person, until they had made her the villain. “Y/n…” Bonnie whispered, eyes bulging out of her head at the realisation. “But how?”

“At least you got something right Bon Bon, I was doubting that brain of yours for a second. But if you want to know how she’s alive and we’ll know, you’re going to have to remember the whole story..”

In the 1994 Prison World

“Kai, why are you being so nice to me?” You asked him as you stood still during the dance, tilting your head at his unusual behaviour. “And why did you follow me here, I thought we had a deal.” Your voice became stern as you loosened your arms around his neck, frowning at the way Kai lightly smiled. He had been acting strange, well stranger than usual, and

“Technically that deal was unfinished, I’m still holding out for the rest but, not right now.” Kai’s hands softened on your waist as he could not help but look softly into your eyes. “Do you see why I kept you away from Bonnie and Damon? It was only a matter of time until they hurt you again, and I knew from the first time that I saw you that you had the look of someone that had been betrayed by the ones you held dearest. It’s the same way I’d look in the mirror every morning after my father hit me, or my sister Jo told me she wish she’d had a different twin. I know how you feel, and I just wanted you to know that I’d never treat you like that. In this place, I’m the only person that you can trust.”

“Kai…” you ushered, about to continue your words until Kai placed his finger on your lip, stopping you from doing so.

“Don’t say anything. I just want you to know that I’m here, and when we get out I’m going to protect you from the ones that were willing to let your memory rot and get on with their lives.” He spat out, anger burning his chest as he thought of all the criminals he had yet to meet. He couldn’t understand why anyone would allow you to be the most selfless person in their world yet wouldn’t return the favour for you.

“We’re getting out?” You were shocked by his words, your voice coming out as a faint whisper, but he was close enough to you so that he could hear it. A smile wrangled his face as he leant closer to you, allowing your breath to mingle with his own.

“Oh we are, now that your friend Bonnie’s here, we can use her magic. And then we’ll be home free, there won’t be a lack of life unless we cause it. I won’t let anyone hurt you again y/n…. You’re the only friend I’ve ever truly had, and so I won’t treat you the way they did. I promise.” He held out his pinky finger, and without resilience this time, you wrapped your own around his, smiling up at him through your lashes.

“That means a lot Kai.” You said as you thought of all the empty promises your friends had made to you. “So how are we going to convince Bonnie to create a veil through this world to the real one and bring us with her?”

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that gorgeous, I have some things in mind.” He shot you a wink before slipping out of your grasp, walking towards the door of the grill, but not before glancing back at you. “Are you not joining me pretty, we’ve got some things to get in order.”

[theoceanoasis]

Flirty Hotrod x Playing Hard To Get Soundwave inside Macadams old oil house

"Soundwave."

He came over ignoring everyone else as he sat in his lap. He could see the Decepticons looking shocked as he wrapped his arms around his neck.

"I'm back did you miss me?"

"No."

Soundwave shoved him to the floor.

"I see you haven't freed anyone else."

"Who would you want me to get out of the loop...? Maybe Thunderclash he is handsome and everyone likes him."

Soundwave grumbled clearly unhappy with his choice and he grinned. Sitting next to Soundwave he leaned towards him.

"You know I think I might be able to get him out. He's always had a thing for me and I'm sure I can convince him to transform."

Soundwave clenched the glass in his hand so tight it cracked.

"I'm going to train."

The Decepticon got up and stormed out of the room. He watched him go before turning back to the others who were shaking their heads.

"I don't know why you'd want him of all people."

"He's obviously not interested."

He shrugged finishing Soundwave's glass he followed him to the basement. Where he was already in the training simulator beating up Quintessons.

He joined him ignoring the annoyed look Soundwave gave him.

"Are you following me?"

"No I like training especially when I'm on my knees."

He gave him a wink and Soundwave growled hitting a Quintesson.

The entire time they fought he kept making flirty remarks wanting his attention. Soundwave seemed to be getting more annoyed until he forgot about the Quintessons entirely and attacked him.

He quickly ended the simulation and dodged Soundwave's attack.

"What are you doing I thought you wanted to train?"

He gave him a confused look as though he didn't know what he'd been doing.

"You've been acting like a spoiled brat all day."

"Maybe I need a spanking."

"Shut up Autobrat."

"Make me."

Soundwave tackled him to the ground and pinned his arms to stop himself from moving. He could feel the rage radiating off his body and any normal person would have known to stop but not him.

His spark spun rapidly in his chest as he looked up at Soundwave who growled.

"If you don't shut up I'm going to gag you."

He shivered biting his lip which drew Soundwave's attention.

"Why don't you do more than just gag me. Why don't you frag me so hard I finally shut up for you. I can show you how good I'll be with your spike deep in my valve."

Soundwave's fans turned on and then his mask opened. He gasped when Soundwave kissed him the two making out. He spread his legs eagerly and Soundwave got between them.

"I'm going to frag you so good you'll struggle to walk after this. I don't care if anyone sees I'm going to take you right here and make you come around my spike."

He nodded eagerly his modesty panel opening and his leaking valve being exposed. Soundwave stuck a finger inside and he moaned.

"You are going to lay here and take everything I give to you like a good boy."

He nodded eagerly laying back and letting Soundwave have his way with him.

[irisxstardust]

We'll All Be Here Forever » teaser

synopsis: You know a lot of things. You know that the grass is green, there are 5 thousand feet in a mile, and limes are gross. There's only one question you can't answer. What is your purpose? You had time, you've always had time to think about it, but now you're in your last year of high school and this is it. Will it be all you've ever hoped for? Or will we all be here forever, just like everyone else?

May 27th, 2020

127.2 square miles, of which less than half is ocean, is the total size of your town. You'd memorized every twist and turn on the remaining 72.5 square miles of land at the fresh age of fourteen, after moving into an old creaky house with your mom, retaining the hills and valleys in your mind like it was the back of your hand. There were a total of 837 people living in town and you knew all of them, almost as well as you knew the land; although, there were a few people you knew the complete ins and outs like it was a second nature.

It only got worse when you first saw her, barefoot, in beige overalls, hair tied low, a pearly white shell necklace tied behind her neck with black cord. She was fishing alone, but the rod wasn't like the ones your dad kept tucked away in the back of the garage--not like it even mattered, you hadn't even heard from him since the divorce. Unlike those sparse fishing trips with your dad, every time she cast out the long line she would put the end of the pole into her armpit and pull the line back to her.

You didn't really want to say anything to her at first, but at the nod of her head when she finally looked over and noticed you, you'd decided to walk over. Susie, your long time best friend and family dog, followed suit. One too many times you had to step off the rocks and into the wet sand to finally reach her on the other end of the beach, but when you did reach her, she greeted you and Susie with a large grin.

"Pretty warm day for a sweater," she commented, eyes grazing your sweater before meeting your eyes again.

"What kind of fishing pole is that?" You asked, eyes trained on the long pole.

She shook her head and tsked, "it's not a fishing pole; it's a fly rod. You use it for fly fishing."

"Oh," you shrugged, "cool."

There was a long, awkward pause between the two of you before the girl whipped her rod forward and casted again.

"So you're the new girl? From the midwest?" She asked, eyes now watching the long line trailing from her rod.

You nodded, as if she could even see it, before you said, "yeah... Michigan." Her head bobbed up and down but she didn't speak, didn't look at you.

You stood there for a few minutes, hesitation leading to awkward silence before you turned to leave.

"Do you like seashells?" She asked, head bowing as she reached into the ankle deep water and pulled out a shell, cupped like a dish and white as stone, and handed it to you. Susie's head reached up towards your hand, still holding the shell, before she turned her head down and stuck her nose right into a patch of seagrass; you and beach girl laughed.

You didn't learn until much later that the seashell was called Noah's Keyhole Limpet and that this was her way of truce, offering up a little shell she'd noticed in the water, as if it was made just for you.

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A/N: posting the teaser anyway to prep for the full official prologue and the first part soon😚 so excited to get this out of Google Docs and onto my blog, the whole thing has been rotting my brain tbh.

this is also my friendly reminder that, to me, everything has meaning and i love to put easter eggs into my writing. this first one was easy if you knew who the lyric "we'll all be here forever" belongs to (cough cough* noah kahan). i love noah kahan, so of course i had to add my own little tribute to him in the form of a little shell commonly found in maine💞

[peachymilkandcream]

Break Me Slowly|Part 9|(Yandere Levi x Evelyn)

A/N: Thank you so much guys for all the support I've been seeing, it means so much. Feel free to drop in my asks to give oneshot or head canon prompts! ^^

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Levi was stunned for a moment, not believing what he heard.

"What do you mean she escaped?" Once it sunk in his anger flared. "Were you not watching her!?"

"Sir I don't know what happened-"

"Are you that incompetent that you can't do the one simple task I've asked you!? I told you she would try something like this! Do I pay you to sit on your ass?! How long has she been gone?"

"She was discovered missing an hour ago-"

"Discovered? Meaning she could have been gone all day for all you know!" Levi already cursed that he hadn't worn his gear, he would've had a better chance at catching up. Without another word Levi threw open the front door, looking up at the rain that had started.

"Where are you going?"

"To retrieve my wife." He slams the door shut, his jaw set in anger.

His other servants were still searching the grounds even in the rain, but he knew she wasn't that stupid, she wouldn't be anywhere nearby. His gaze fell on the woods on the outskirts of the property.

"Ready or not sweetheart."

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Evelyn was no longer aware of how long she'd been running, all she knew was her ankles were swollen and her feet ached. She couldn't stop now, she wasn't far enough away, he would come for her, and find her. She was slowing down, her throat burned from running without stopping and her chest hurt. All the trees started to look the same, Evelyn didn't even know where she was running to anymore. Reluctantly, she stopped for a moment to catch her breath and look at her surroundings. It was late in the year so most of the leaves on the trees were gone, not offering her any shelter from the freezing rain. It was also obscuring her view now that it was getting darker and darker out.

Levi looked down at the ground, examining the footprints stuck deep in the mud. He bit back a curse at the rain continuing how to drench his clothes, but he couldn't be too upset when it allowed him to see those naive prints laid out in front of him. He hoped neither of them got sick from this foolishness, the one thing he couldn't stand was sick people. Levi sighed while continuing to run after her, he was faster, she always had an issue with overexerting herself, it's a miracle she even became a scout. Anger was fuelling him forward, he'd have to nip this behaviour quickly. She couldn't go around getting any ideas. He was deciding on her punishment when he looked up briefly and saw the glimpse of dripping wet blue dress and lovely brown curls hanging limp.

Evelyn took one more deep breath of air, she wasn't sure where she was but the best she could do is keep heading in the direction she was going, maybe she'd find someone who could protect her.

All of a sudden she heard a twig snap, in an instant she turned on her heel, fist flying towards its target only to be caught in a much larger one.

Levi was drenched like she was, his white dress shirt transparent and clinging to his skin, his dark hair messily combed back with his fingers to keep it out of his eyes. He was smirking, but his eyes flashed with fury.

"Hello love."

"I-Levi-"

"Spare me your excuses would you? Come home willingly and I'll lessen your punishment."

"I'm not going anywhere with you-!" She struggles to free her hand but he holds it like it's nothing.

"I'm impressed. You managed to sneak out and evade me for a whole hour. Now come on." He turns to leave but notices she doesn't follow when he starts to walk. "I said come on."

"I'm not Levi! I hate you! I hate what you've reduced me to! I'm a Scout, I'm not your plaything!"

He grabs her neck suddenly and pushes her against the tree. "You are what I say you are! Everything you are is what I command and say! You live for me! You continue to exist because I allow you to! I am not just your husband I am your god! You bow to my whims and desires with a smile on your fucking face! And when I say come along you do it! So move your ass!" He lets go of her neck and motions for her to start walking. However she continues to stand there, shaking her head as tears well.

"Fine. If you won't come willingly-" He grabs the back of her head and slam it into his raised knee, disorienting her and making her stumble.He then easily scoops her up and over his shoulder like a sack, making sure she doesn't drag the ground.

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Evelyn's headache finally started to lessen when the two of them were in the bath. She was sat between his knees, staring at her own and trying to avoid his dick pressing into her back. He hadn't said anything more, she knew he was just trying to keep himself in check from doing serious damage to her. The thought was far from comforting.

"You know I should beat you half to death for this right." It wasn't a question, just a statement to which she didn't respond. "You deny time and time again you need me and I'm all you desire deep down."

She opened her mouth to protest but he stuck his thumb in her mouth and down her throat, making her gag and focus on breathing right to ensure that didn't happen.

"I think I'll just have to show you that." He nods, as if finalizing something in his mind before he stands and gets out of the bath, motioning her to follow. "Get up and dry off."

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When Evelyn ventured out of the bathroom and into the connecting bedroom she saw Levi sitting on the edge of the bed with only pants on.

"Come here." His voice was meant to not be questioned.

She walks over and he grabs the towel from her, forcing her to bend over his knee.

"I discipline you because I love you. I know what's best for you, and what's best is to be punished to mold you into the wife you should be." In that moment his hand comes down on her ass, making her cry out in pain. This wasn't the kinky type of spanking she had read about in her books, this was pain, there was no pleasure with it.

"Levi don't-" She chokes back a sob as he hits her again, his hands were big and thick and his wedding ring added to extra pain.

"Shut up and take it, if you weren't such a damn brat all the time I would have to do this."

After what felt like an eternity he finally stopped and stood her up, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Just be thankful it wasn't my belt. Now I'll give you one chance to get on the bed."

Rebellious to the core, Evelyn shakes her head, making him breathe deep in frustration before grabbing her and bending her over the bed. He pushed her face so far into the mattress it started to hurt, his other hand fumbling with his pants.

"I'll fuck that rebellion out of you."

He finally eases the pressure on her neck before grabbing her legs and firmly tying them apart on either side of the footboard using his belt for one and his previously discarded shirt for the other. She was kept spread for him and when he pinned her wrists to the small of her back he was able to easily keep her hips up and level with his crotch. Now matter what she still struggles and throws a string of curses at him, as if she expected anything else from this by now.

With one hand he aligns himself with her, the other pulls her back by the wrists, making her sink onto his dick slowly. She wasn't wet at all, it was painful since she was crying like that but he figured her body would either help her out or she could bleed for all he cared. He was beyond upset, he was betrayed, worried sick that she was leaving his life. She hurt him, he reasoned he had a right to hurt her back just as bad.

Once he was fully inside he didn't care to let her adjust, all he thought about was fucking her rough and hard. Dragging her back on his dick over and over as he held her thigh so he could hump her without her moving out of place. He needed her to just stay still for once so he could use her thoroughly to get his aggression out. He was getting lost in the feeling of it, of her trying to squirm but failing as she moaned. She wasn't in enough pain for his liking, he looked down at her again before sticking his thumb in her ass dry. She tried to pull away but couldn't.

"It hurts Levi it hurts!"

"Shut your fucking mouth." He moved his thumb in and out while thrusting into her pussy which was dripping by now. "Learn to take whatever I give you."

Evelyn found it hard to keep her body in check, it hurt a little but she couldn't deny it did feel good to get pounded like this. It felt like with every thrust he was rearranging her uterus, and all she could do was take it. She had no way of fighting back against him, and when he was hitting that one spot it just felt so amazing. She would never admit that to him though. She had never felt this way before, the pressure in her stomach wasn't making her think straight, she didn't know how to get rid of it, she couldn't do anything but lay there and have Levi use her until he felt satisfied. The pressure just kept building and building, she felt like she was going to break until snapped all at once and she was met with this amazing feeling that almost felt like she was seeing stars.

Levi smirks but doesn't let up his assault, he hadn't even meant for her to cum so soon, but he couldn't deny he was pleased. His goal was to make her realize that all she did was desire him whether she admitted that or not.

"What a good girl you are coming for my cock."

She dares a glare back at him which is only met with him pushing sharper to get her gasping, making a slight chuckle slip out of him.

He was close now, he could feel it. He slowed down a bit so he could focus on his enjoyment again instead of her punishment, he wanted to cum doing what felt the best.

With a soft sigh he pushes in as deep as he can and fills her, his dick twitches from stimulation but that doesn't mean he wants to pull out just yet. While staying inside her Levi unties her legs after letting go of her wrists. Evelyn tries to pull back but he keeps her connected to him, holding her close while he pulls back the sheets and has her slip under, only then does he pull out, still twitching.

"That's my girl."

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[charlenefrl]

Take care of your neck

I recently read something about how having only one eye will probably result in neck pains, and that's how I got an idea for a small snippet about the secret pairing of my Alexander novel.

Bellow the cut: Kleitos and Philippos haven't seen each other for months, and of course, the royal dumbass hasn't been taking care of himself.

Finding Philippos alone is a rare thing – not only because he’s the king, but because he’s one of the most gregarious creatures Kleitos ever met: he must have someone to laugh with, someone to drink with, someone to warm the bed, someone to cover with his shield. The years apart and the sour mood of the failing siege of Byzantium changed nothing; before Mieza, his lover always surrounded himself with the noises of people, and after, well… he just looks a bit older, with some grey at the edge of the beard.

Yet, he’s alone now. Kleitos knows the beast too well: smells like premeditation. And they have a real room with a lock, not the fragile flap of a tent to secure their privacy.

So the officer locks the door, very quietly, and moves to the side of the room with the desk, half buried under various opened letters, the chair, and the man sitting in the chair, who is pretending he hasn’t seen or heard him.

Kleitos says nothing, at first. Floors like that conceal nothing, and what he means to say cannot be heard. They are too old for this, bearded, full of scars, with too high a rank. They should have outgrown the affair more than a decade ago – and that’s just the start of what would be said about them, if the mob knew everything.

He wounds his arms around the shoulders of his lover. Philippos answers with a deep hum, lets his head rest on the shoulder of the younger man. They won’t have time for much more than this… they hardly ever do, when they campaign, even with their oldest friends covering their secret – or their self-destructive stupidity, as Parmenion likes to comment, pretending to disapprove the never-ending antics of his best friend.

In the silence the room affords them, for the first time since Kleitos brought Alexandros north from his regency at Pella and the short war that followed, he takes his time for a deep breath. He’s known only one man’s body in his life, and he knows his scent as if it were his own – the sweat, the discreet spices and wine of the God’s presence in his servant’s blood, the very slightly perfumed oil that suggests exotic woods.

There is something lacking, though. Kleitos pulls back; Philippos groans and finally lets go of his letter to turn toward his lover.

“Are you using the salves you physician gave you for your neck?” Kleitos asks.

The king blinks and then offers a blank, innocent face, the one that screams of mischief to any who knows him well.

“Of course,” he lies.

“You’re a brat,” Kleitos growls, fists hitting his hips. What in Hades has Parmenion been doing? Is old age eating at his sight? “Ma Dia Philippos, is it that hard to do what you’re told once in a while? What do you want? For you neck to be stuck again?  You had one job and that was to use the blasted salve!”

“I have way too many jobs!”

“And taking care of yourself is obviously not one you care about.”

“It smells like shite.”

“And you have one eye and neck pains.” And what gives Kleitos pains, right now, is to keep his voice to an angry whisper – what he needs is to shout at someone, or throw something, because it’s the same thing every-fucking-time with this family… and when it’s not Philippos losing an eye or a shoulder or a leg, it’s Alexandros throwing himself into a war Antipatros was perfectly able to deal with. At sixteen! Sixteen!

Clan of crazy dumbasses.

“And here I was, thinking I would get a kiss for our reunion,” Philippos declares with a pout. “You’re a nagging old nurse.”

“Yeah, that’s why you asked my sister to be the actual nurse of your son, remember?”

“But I missed you…”

Bah! Kleitos steps closer. His lover is giving him his best puppy look. That’s probably what people never expect from Philippos: the range of his acting ability. He can be scary as a storm, playful as a young dog, considerate like he’s got a mellow heart and hard as iron. Give him a lyre, he’ll torture it with the most astonishing lack of talent – give him a crowd and he’ll make them dance to his tune in a heartbeat.

The officer raises a hand. He starts with a very light caress, just grazing at the base of the neck, a caress that gets must rougher, much more dominating as it reaches the jaw, pulling for a kiss. Philippos may have a new lover at the turn of each season, none of them know what he truly likes – and none of them ever will, because that’s not the tastes a king can afford.

Kleitos lowers his head until his lips are a breath away from those of his lover.

And then he whispers: “Take care of your neck.”

He withdraws; Philippos slaps a hand atop the desk, suddenly thunderous, though they have been playing this game for too long for Kleitos to be afraid.

“Traitorous…”

But Kleitos has stepped away already, and the only answer he gives is his middle finger… and a slightly mocking smile that means he knows who will give in first.

Because even if Kleitos really wanted that kiss, what he truly needs is to know this self-destructive idiot will take care of himself.

[moonfurthetemmie]

Untitled.MP4

Written as several video transcripts (plus some more ‘normally’ written pieces), some strange disease has overtaken the manor. Only a few of them survive the initial outbreak…

Mercury tasks himself with finding a cure, but things are stranger and more dangerous than they first appeared. Even Jade and Obsidian, who shouldn’t be able to get sick, are infected, confined to their rooms…though not of their own choice. 

Where did this thing come from…?

Warnings:

Mushroom and disease-based horror

Mind control

Hive Mind-ish (Not a proper hive mind, but close)

Zombie-esque (Resident Evil vibes tbh. No proper undead, but it does feel like zombies)

A sprinkling of eldritch horror

It’s JMV so. All those warnings, or some flavor of those.

Kidnapping

Talking about murder

Manipulation 

Talking about Blackmail

Some mentions of rape

Self Sacrifice

Small mention(s) of suicide

The horror might be somewhat psychological so jot that down

Arson :D 

Homemade bombs go boom

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Note, I may forget to link preceding and following chapters as they post. I have 3 brain cells and limited memory space. dwbi

June 7, 20XX

The video shows a short, round man with tan skin, in glasses and a red sweater. His curly brown hair is a mess, and he looks like he'd been running from something. There's a black mark on his neck; a tattoo?

Behind him is another man, younger, with black hair and even darker skin. He's pulled up the hood on his jacket, and is shaking.

The short man in the front moves his hand away from the side of the camera and takes a deep breath.

"Okay...Hi. Um...I'm Mercury. I'm..." he trails off, searching for words.

"...I'm the doctor here. I've been stuck with Obsidian for a long time, now. So has Jasper, back there."

He looks behind him at the man in the hoodie. Jasper looks up with a start. He takes a deep breath, and pulls the hood off his head.

"H..hello. I'm...the maid, I guess." Jasper pulls his sleeves over his hands. "We're...we're not here willingly, but that doesn't matter much anymore, does it?"

He laughs; a short, hysterical laugh, that's interrupted by a choked sob.

Mercury gulps. "Yeah..."

He turns back to the camera. "A few weeks ago, a stranger came to the manor. They were covered in these weird mushrooms growing out of their skin, but claimed they weren't hurting them. They seemed nice, but they got along with Obsidian, which was a bad sign from the start."

"The only people who get along with Obsidian are people just as bad as him, or who willingly get in bed with him," Jasper says from the back, shuddering.

"He wasn't the only one they were making advances on," Mercury continues. "They went after me, Jasper, and Zircon too.”

"They got this, like...really weird look when I told them I was ace," Jasper remembers. "Like they were mad. It scared me. They left, but I..." He shudders again.

"I never really thought they'd leave me alone. I've seen that kind of look enough times. But…Jesus Christ…"

Mercury sets a hand on Jasper's shoulder.

"Pretty soon they started being ‘friendlier’ with the others, too. The girls, and Silver, and even Jade; though Obsidian wasn't happy about them doing that. And then Koroit started acting weird. She'd had some apparent interest in Zircon for a while, and she was never shy about trying her luck, but suddenly she was being overly friendly with everyone. Even Jade, and they’d never gotten along."

"...And by the time the mushrooms started appearing on Koroit, she'd already infected Zircon and Silver," Jasper says. "Paraiba was infected sometime yesterday, we think. Jade and Obsidian are nowhere to be seen, but we know Obsidian at least is still here. If he’s here, Jade probably is too, somewhere."

"The stranger is still here, too," Mercury says darkly. "The others seem to be listening to them. We've heard them talking about a 'colony'. Expanding it. Growing. We're...we're going to try to figure out something to do. In the meantime, I...I felt like we should have some kind of documentation. There's already strange mold growing in the others' rooms, I'm not sure how long it'll take for it to spread all over the manor. We're going to need hazmat suits pretty soon."

"At least Paraiba managed to get some before she got infected," Jasper says, looking off to the side. "...We're going to need some kind of decontamination thing, too, aren't we?"

Mercury nods. "I'm already trying to figure something out. I want to reinforce the door first, though. It won't do us any good if they can break in."

Jasper takes a deep breath. "Okay. One of the closets nearby has a toolbox, I could probably grab it quickly before someone shows up."

"Good idea. Put one of the suits on anyways, okay? Just in case." Mercury turns back to the camera, and reaches out. 

The video ends.

[ofwrxth]

+ TEDDY / THE WARDS

Nolan walks through the market, nodding politely at vendors, some of whom nod back, others of whom sniff and look away. Even here, in The Wards, scorn for their own runs deep. At least, if your last name is Thorne. It's hard to blend in, hard to not be known as the Thorne boy. The one who's parents were floated for betraying the cause meant to help everyone. Some forgive, others never find it in their hearts to forget the losses they suffered. Nolan has learned to deal with both the scorn and the acceptance. It's like balancing on a knife's edge, wondering which way he'll fall. If he'll get cut or if he'll move on, unscathed by harsh words or looks. He's used to it by now, has been for some time, but there's always a small voice that says he'll never truly be welcome here. That his name stains his past, present and future. He supposes it doesn't really matter. It's his constant reality.

Some days, like today, there is kindness still shown his way. Genuine warmth. A lack of scorn when he pays a vendor with RATS. An elderly woman who pats his hand and gives him a toothless grin as she hands over the food. Nolan wonders if she's too old to remember or if she's simply learned to forget. But his thoughts are disrupted by an odd feeling at the back of his neck, followed low rumble and then – BANG. Loud enough to startle every vicinity. Nolan swears, head swiveling in the direction of the noise, eyes catching on smoke. On the people running. "Shit." It's the first thing he says before looking around, seeing how vendors begin to pack up their stalls before some abandon them altogether. "Here," he drops his purchase, already helping the elderly woman pack up her goods. There's another explosion and it feels closer. Nolan works faster. He's got a bag of food in hand and reaches for the vendor's hand with his other. But before he can grab her, before he can tug her along, there's a whizzing sound in the air. He knows what it is and he lunges for the woman. But he's a second too late.

White spots fill his eyes as his head rings with the impact of skull meeting ground and it's like all the sound has been sucked out of the market. The dull ringing growing louder as he blinks up at the artificial sky. He blinks and coughs, tasting copper in his mouth as he rolls to his side. His vision is a blur but he can still make out the small, demure figure of the vendor. Unmoving. His heart sinks as he tries to crawl to her, coughing through the dust and debris and upset dirt. "No, no – c'mon," he shakes her with a cut up hand, shakes her and coughs and his head rings as sound returns. It's not the sound of a busy market or the chatter of The Wards. Screams fill his ears, high pitched and desperate as people run.

Nolan swears loudly, or so he thinks – he still can't hear, and grips the edge of the stall, hauling himself upright as rubble falls from his person. He's looking around, disoriented as he tries to right himself. Each cough feels like someone's taken a razor to his throat, cutting as he heaves a breath. "Fuck." He swears, casting one last gaze at the unmoving vendor before ambling forward, feeling unsteady at first before he's moving. Get out. Get out. Get out. It's the only thought in his head as he thinks of escaping the market. Of getting out of danger. People run past him, distress palpable in the stale air. But Nolan continues on, regaining his balance and bearings as he begins to move faster. Get out. It's the only thought in his head until he sees her. A figure covered in dust and debris, trying to move debris. Someone is stuck. Help her. His thoughts change direction faster than a shuttle. Help her. Help her. Help her. Nolan pushes through the swarms of people screaming and crying and running for their lives until he gets to her side. "Teddy!" Can she hear him? He grips her shoulder, trying to haul her to her feet "Teddy!" Protect her. "We have to go!" @rviner

[envihellbender]

What if: Mike Crew was an assistant thrown to The Vast by Gertrude, and Michael gave himself to The Spiral through a Leitner

Characters: Mike Crew, Gertrude Robinson, Michael Shelley (The Magnus Archives)

Content: plot swap/roleswap, referenced abuse, mental illness, injury/violence

Mike

Gertrude had been attempting to convince her assistant Mike to attend a work trip to investigate York Minister with her for a few months now. He made sure to always have plans, his diary always full whenever the possibility came up. It seemed like a job that could be done by anyone, the fact Gertrude was so adamant that Mike should attend cause him to be suspicious. Plus, he didn’t even like his job. He hated working on statements and pretending to care about other people’s whining. The only reason he was there was to figure out what the scar that clung to his body was. Having his leering, cantankerous boss with wandering hands made the most mundane parts of his job even worse. The official story for his scar was he was struck by lightening, that was t true. He knew it wasn’t. He saw the angular, beast of fractals and electricity, it came from the sky and ran across the ground. He needed to know what it was, and he needed to know why when he snuck into the tunnels it began to glow and crackle.

Eventually, Gertrude decided to force a work trip. Mike was staying late in the archive, he was pretending to be working but the files he had open were all on Lichtenberg scars. He thought he was the only one in the building, so when Gertrude entered the assistant’s office he tried not to jump or look surprised. He didn’t react until he felt a cold, bloated finger run down the back of his neck. He winced and tried to pull away, instead he was pulled closer. His white t-shirt was pulled down exposing his collar bones, before he could react there was a sharp scratch against his chest, he looked down to see a mysterious liquid being injected into him. The image of Gertrude’s hands clinging to him stuck in his mind as his vision grew blurry and his head empty.

The next thing Mike knew, he was in a heap in the backseat of Gertrude’s car. His limbs ached, and he stretched trying to feel human again. He groaned and groggily sat up. It seemed Gertrude was forcing the York trip. He held onto the driver’s seat to keep himself up and stared at his boss who simply stared forward and didn’t reply. Through the windows he saw houses and the dark sky, nothing to give away where they were.

“Erm. Hi. So, what the hell, boss?” Mike asked, raising his voice slightly next to Gertrude’s ear. She didn’t reply, she just a deep breath and kept staring forwards. “So kidnapping, that’s definitely going in my annual evaluation or feedback or whatever.”

“We don’t do feedback,” Gertrude said simply if there was a hint of sarcasm or tongue in cheek nature in her comment it wasn’t clear. She was quiet and didn’t speak after that comment, after some silence Mike spoke again.

“You know, we should do feedback. Elias needs to know what a shitty boss you are. Need to stop getting people who miss your arse about how great you are,” Mike rambled with a cruel tone to his voice. “So what’s-" As the car stopped suddenly, so did he. His body jolted forward, his hands on Gertrude’s chair was the only thing keeping him in place. Around the parked car there was a paved courtyard that was lit up by watery orange street lights. There were bushes across the road teasing at a hidden park, and they were surrounded by some closed high street shops. Most importantly however was what was directly in front of the parked car- a large church, a gigantic building with a sign with intricate writing that declared it as York Minister. Before Mike could say anything Gertrude got out of the car and stood patiently until Mike followed suit. When he got to his feet and began to shiver, realising he was only in a t-shirt and jeans, Gertrude grabbed him by the arm and dragged him in the direction of the tall, imposing church.

“Really? Going to pray now?” Mike joked nervously, stumbling over his feet as he was pulled quickly forward. The doors had been left open for them - despite the fact all the lights were off and none of the candles were lit. Mike was pulled into darkness, all he could do was follow Gertrude. “Erm, boss-”

“You know, you’re the only member of your family who wasn’t Christened,” Gertrude interrupted, her breath wheezing as she began to walk up a stone spiral staircase. One that took Mike by surprise. He stumbled, only staying upright because of Gertrude’s grip. His shins were grazed by the stone and knees knocked against the cold hard surface. Mike swore under his breath as he stumbled and struggled, he didn’t answer until he was on his feet and stable, when he did he sounded tired and angry.

“Yeah. So? What’s your point?”

“Your family are perfectly fine with you being thrown to the depths of hell, does that concern you?”

“Not really,” Mike shrugged. He knew his family, and not a single thing Gertrude could pull from his head would surprise or horrify him.

“Yes, quite the staunch atheist aren’t we.” Gertrude sounded amused, as if she was mocking Mike. “I don’t believe in heaven and hell either but your parents do, but they were happy to throw you into eternal damnation. Ever wonder why that was?”

“Nope,” he answered simply. He focused on being pulled up the stairs without falling onto the stone. “Where you taking me?”

“I’m going to give you an answer.” Gertrude sounded smug and all Mike could do was sigh in frustration at the lack of an explanation.

“What? What are you talking about? Answer to what?”

“To your scar.”

“What- you- why can you tell me not-”

“You don’t have to be conscious for this,” Gertrude interrupted.

“Huh?”

“And if you’re unconscious, you are silent.” Gertrude pursed her lips and groaned as she grew exhausted and her throat ached from her exertion. Mike was dragged behind her, smirking a little at how much she was struggling.

By the time they reached the top of the tower, Gertrude wheezed so intensely Mike was sure her throat was bleeding and her lungs were about to implode. Mike snorted in laughter and opened the emergency exit door in front of them, sticking his head out. Its cold, and the view is beautiful. Before he can catch his bearings however Gertrude shoves him forward and joins him on the roof next to the bell tower.

“So gonna answer me now? Where’s the answer to my scar?” Mike asked, he paced up and down on the dark paving stones. He felt calmed by the height, the lights from down below over the edges of the church and the thin cold air from this height. Gertrude watched him with a frown and an intense gaze.

“Over here,” she said as she clicked her tongue. She walked to the edge of the roof and Mike followed her. Before he could react she wrapped a bloated, fat arm around her waist.

“I don’t-”

“It’s down there,” Gertrude whispered into Mike’s ear interrupting him. She pointed down at the ground, Mike looked, excitement filling his body at the idea of falling but Gertrude pushing him made it far less fun of an idea.

“What- I- what the fuck do you mean?” Mike spluttered, he attempted to pull away from Gertrude but as always she was stronger than anyone would expect.

“That terrifying scar burned into your skin. The one that hisses and glows, I know what it is,” she bragged, smug and arrogant like a god.

“What? What is it? Tell me.”

“I’ll show you, just look down.”

Before he could reply he felt two hands violently shove him forwards. His stomach lurched as he began to fall. The cold air was piercing his skin and his bones felt as if they were cracking and shattering. He didn’t scream, that was what surprised him. He felt his scar burn and spark to life, and the Vast, the Sky Blue, and he began to open himself up to being completely surrounded filled by the great emptiness. He knew Sky Blue wouldn’t let him fall, he knew it would save him.

Michael

“What have you got there?” A voice said, an accusation filling the air with an aged, formal edge creating a false sense of kindness. Michael stopped, gripping the Leitner in his hands, he needed this book. He couldn’t afford it, of course he couldn’t, but he couldn’t let it escape his grasp. Just simply having it in his hands made his chest and stomach feel warm and calm. He could feel the beast in the sky hunting him almost ‘lose’ sight of him. He couldn’t give up this book, he thought, he’d rather gouge out his own eyes. He eventually turned around, he towered over the little old man who owned the bookstore, but his clothes were more ragged where as the bookseller looked clean and smart. Michael fiddled with the tog on his duffle coat as one arm held the book so tightly he felt it burn against his skin.

“I think it would be best if you let me leave,” Michael answered slowly. He stepped backwards towards the door and the shopkeeper stared at him, baffled and indignant.

“Excuse me? I believe you may have stolen a piece of my stock.”

“I haven’t stolen anything that belongs to you.” Michael was careful with the words he chose, he knew the book shouldn’t have been here and it truly belonged to Jurgen Leitner. Anyone else who tried to take ownership of it always lost it, even Michael would only have it for the time he needed it. When it came to it he was sure it would escape, he planned to give it to Gerry but… he thought the book had other plans. He felt he could communicate with it, simply anyway. And the book wanted to be with him.

“So what’s that in your hands?”

“A book I promise you you won’t recognise.”

“Show me.”

“No.” Michael took a step backwards, he was taken by surprise when the bookseller jumped forward, surprisingly agile for his age and dove on Michael. He acted on instinct, he grabbed the man’s collar, pulling him backwards by his shirt, sighing in relief as he was free.

“It’s mine,” the bookseller hissed, almost frantic. Michael looked at him sadly.

“I am really, really sorry for this you know. I can bring it back when I’m done,” Michael explained. The bookseller stared at him, lost for words for a moment. Michael looked genuinely sad and apologetic when he grabbed the back of the old man’s neck and slam his face into the wall next to the door. He let go and let the man stumble and yell out, Michael turned on his heal and ran. He ran through the door and down the busy London street. His feet slamming the background and the wind causing his hair to be even more wild. He didn’t pay attention to any of the people he pushed out of the way, all he did was avoid looking at the strange creature in the sky. The large dark blue tentacles. That was the best way he could describe them, they were slowly writhing and growing over the void above him, and as they covered his view from each horizon, they would lower themselves down towards Michael. And this thick tome, “THE HOUSEUOH EHT” as the first page declared it, that would keep him safe. He stopped suddenly as the crowd thinned out and opened the book as his fingers shook. It was time.

“Come on. Come on Distortion, come on,” Michael said under his breath repeatedly and manically, sighing in relief and giving a twisted giggle pitched giggle as he began to read the pages.

[s-creations]

Can we do the one where person be escapes from an abusive relationship with Luigi being person B and Mario being person A? Movie-verse, ofc, because their relationship is just so pure and they are the best brothers.

Threat/Help/Wounded/Angst Prompt

Person B finally got rid of an abusive relationship (whether it’s a family member or their s/o), and Person A does their best to help them recover. @shadow-angel7

(Uh, so, this came out a little darker than I meant? So I'm putting up a 'read more' line for this short.)

There was a lot of unintelligible shouting from the first floor. The changing tones indicated that people were trying to talk over the others to get their own point across. Softer tones were their mother and aunt to keep the calm. Even tones were their uncles, slow and sounding as if they were working through an issue logically.

The loudest of them all was their father. Ranting and raving. The phrase “I’m going to kill him!” and “They’re never gonna find his body!” on rotation as he no doubt paced the kitchen floor in anger. It was amazing the rest of the family had been able to keep their father in the house for this long. 

Mario tried to ignore it. Wanting to close the door to block out more of the yelling, but knew it needed to stay open. To offer a clear escape route. Just in case. 

He was pulled back to his current situation hearing Luigi let out a small whine in pain. Mario holding his younger brother’s hand in one of his own, the other holding a cotton ball soaked in hydrogen peroxide. Which had just barely touched the deep cut resting on Luigi’s arm. 

“You’re okay,” Mario whispered softly, “It’s gonna sting, but you’ll be fine.”

Luigi merely nodded back. 

The oldest tried to keep his focus on the current job. But he couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering over the other wounds that decorated Luigi’s pale skin. A heavily bruised black eye was settled over his right that was currently hidden by a bag of frozen peas. Bruises around his neck and upper right arm. Said arm also had numerous wrapping around it, hiding further cuts that Mario had just finished cleaning. Who was focusing on the cuts the left arm was carrying. 

This was definitely not how Mario thought this evening would be ending.

He certainly didn’t expect it to start with a frantic phone call from his younger brother to come pick him up from his ex-boyfriend’s house now. The calm early evening shattered when Mario heard angry shouting in the background with Luigi’s quick but shaky reply filling the older brother with rage. 

He was out the door before his parents could ask what was wrong. 

Kicking down the front door of the other with absolute fury. Brain fog focusing on finding Luigi, his little brother, with a hand wrapped around his neck and upper arm. The ex-boyfriend actually looked offended that someone would dare damage his front door and not about the person he was currently hurting. 

He wasn’t sure what happened. All Mario knew was that he was standing in the doorway one moment. The next, the ex was on the floor, supporting a busted him, Mario’s hand was hurting, and Luigi was behind him. 

“Don’t you dare lay a hand on my brother. Hope that I never see you again.” 

And with that, they were out. 

Mario fuming while Luigi was silently shaking as he followed behind. Their parents were in near hysteria when they arrived back home. Their mother immediately went to Luigi, hands hovering nervously over the numerous injuries he carried. Their father froze, just able to stand up from his chair before his muscles stopped working. Eyes wide as he took in the scene. 

“Mom…” Mario said softly, “I’m going to take Luigi upstairs, okay?”

She let out a small sob, but nodded slowly. Allowing Mario to disappear upstairs with his brother. Ignoring the rest of his family who had stuck their heads out the kitchen doorway. 

Which leads to their current situation. Family members arguing downstairs, trying to keep their father from going out to hunt the ex down. Mario focused on patching Luigi up as best he could. Keeping his hands and emotions stable. 

“There…that should feel better. Let me take a look at your eye.” Mario said softly, wincing as Luigi let out a hiss moving the frozen bag away. “Ah, not too bad… How are you feeling?” The younger brother shrugged weakly, unable to look up. 

“...Lu, I need you to talk to me. Were you hurt anywhere else?”

Luigi shook his head.

“Lu-”

“I’m sorry.”

Mario felt as if his heart was being stabbed. Swallowed his worries down as he moved to sit next to his brother. “What are you talking about? You don’t have anything to be worried about.”

“But you told me… You said he wasn’t good for me and I didn’t listen… Now you’re cleaning up my mess again.” Luigi sniffed weakly. Reaching up to rub at his good eye. 

Mario frowned softly as he pulled his brother close. Luigi eventually collapsed against the other, quietly crying as Mario gently rocked them back and forth. “You didn’t do a single thing wrong. You see the best in people, it’s a wonderful quality you have… I just wish I had seen the signs sooner…I wish I’d helped sooner.” 

“I didn’t let you help, I thought I could…I could fix it…”

“It’s not your job to fix everyone Weegee. You…just need to be yourself and the rest will follow. That doesn’t mean you’re… You can’t save everyone, you shouldn’t have to.” Mario said softly, gently rubbing Luigi’s back. 

“...I think dad’s upset.”

“I think dad wants to kill someone.”

Luigi laughed softly. “I thought he’d be this mad when I told him I was bi.”

“And I told you he wouldn’t care.” 

“Yeah, you’re right…you’re always right… Thanks Mario.”

“Anytime Lu… Seriously, anytime. I’m here to keep you safe.”