#but they hear scratching at the door to their base and they're not safe at all.... y'know some ideas

[steakout-05]

i found this piece of promo art for 'Halfbrick Zombies', the a game that would be later reworked into 'Age Of Zombies', on the Halfbrick Network Twitter account. the game in this state looks much more like a survival horror and has a much darker tone than what it ended up becoming. i think i'd really like to see a game featuring Barry with a much more grim life-or-death feel, it'd be super interesting!! it looks super cool and i kinda wish it was released in this form :)

[wannab-urs]

Title: Harsher Than the Bark

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: Javi makes you feel things you’ve never felt before, will never feel with anyone else, but he can’t – or won’t – love you. 

Tags: smoking, probably shit spanish, smut, angst, fingering, squirting, unprotected PiV, probably unrealistic amount of orgasms (like 4 idk it’s kinda vague, choking/breath play, Javi has dom vibes but it’s not like BDSM he’s just bossy, one “good girl,” begging, religious imagery because Javi makes you see god, biting, that one position from that one scene – you fucking know the one, excessive cursing because it’s me and I refuse to change, Javi is a cuddler, emotionally unavailable!Javi, references to past arguments/past hookups because this has been an ongoing thing and I love to start in the middle of a story. Based on 505 by Arctic Monkeys, (being annoying and posting at 5:05 am) No beta we die like Oberyn WC: 1.4k

A/N: I kind of wrote this in a fever dream, I literally don't even know if it's any good. It's sort of a planned three parter, but I'm not putting pressure on myself to finish it, so each part can stand completely alone. If I write all three, it'll be called In the A.M. as in In the Morning but also because they're all based on Arctic Monkeys songs. Hope you like it <3

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The knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark Frightened by the bite, though it's no harsher than the bark

Javier Peña is probably the best fuck you’ve ever had in your life. Actually, scratch that. He’s definitely the best fuck you’ve ever had in your life. He makes you feel things you’ve never felt before. Coming three times in one night with him is the absolute bare minimum. He loves it when you scream for him. Does everything in his power to get you a noise complaint from your neighbors. 

And God is he gorgeous. Long and lean with strong arms, broad shoulders, a tiny waist, a perky ass. His nose looks like it was carved off a greek statue and placed on his face. He’s got these big sad brown eyes, full lips framed by a neatly trimmed mustache, and a jawline that could cut glass. You’re probably in love with him. 

You put out your cigarette when you hear the door open, lay back in the bed and stare at the ceiling. It’s five in the morning, but you never turn him away. No matter what time. 

“Shouldn’t leave the door unlocked, hermosa,” Javi’s deep drawl drifts across the room to you. 

“Knew you were coming. Didn’t wanna have to get up.” 

Javi drops his shirt on the floor and crawls up the bed, draping himself over you and pressing a kiss to your lips. “No es seguro, cariño. Anyone could walk in.” (It’s not safe, baby).

“Lo que sea, Javi.” (Whatever, Javi). You roll your eyes at him. “It’s locked now, no?” 

Javi drags his lips along your jaw, nips at your throat, drags a finger through your folds. “Wet already, baby? Were you thinking of me?” 

You were, but you kind of hate him for being right. “Fuck you, Jav–” his name drags out into a moan as he stuffs two thick fingers inside you. He pumps his fingers in and out a couple times before curling them up into the spongy spot inside you. You throw your head back in pleasure, back arching and hips thrusting so that you’re practically riding his fingers. 

He wraps the fingers of his free hand carefully around your throat. “Mírame.” (Look at me). You force your eyes open and he’s so close you could count the individual hairs in his mustache. You look into his eyes with so much adoration, so much love, he has to look away. He squeezes your throat tighter and you close your eyes again as your cunt tightens on his fingers. 

He rubs circles on your clit in time with the thrust of his fingers, feeling you wind tighter and tighter around him. His hand on your throat isn’t blocking air, but you still can’t catch your breath. When your body is so tense it feels like you’ll shatter into a million pieces, he releases the hand on your throat. You gasp in a big breath and fall apart in his hands. He works you through it with firm, slow strokes. 

Just as you feel yourself start to come down, he picks up the pace again. He places the hand that was on your throat on your pelvis, holding you down on the mattress and rubs his thumb in quick, hard circles on your clit. He pumps his fingers into you hard and fast. 

“Come for me, hermosa. Come all over my hand.” 

Your vision whites out and you let out a near agonized scream as you clench around his fingers and gush all over him. Javi pulls his fingers out of you and slips them into your mouth. You suck the taste of yourself off his fingers. 

“Good girl,” he growls in your ear. He stands up, leaving you panting on the bed, and strips his jeans off. He strokes himself as he gets back on the bed, hand still slick with your cum. He pulls your thighs over his and you wrap your legs around him. He drags his cock through your folds and watches you shudder. 

“You’re soaked… You want me to fuck you?” The bastard is teasing you. You whine his name. “Las palabras, cariño.” (Words, baby). 

“Need you, Javi. Please. I need you so bad,” you’re desperate, aching for him. He taps your clit with the head of his cock one more time before lining up with your entrance and pushing in. You let out an absolutely wrecked moan, voice breaking as he bottoms out. 

He leans forward, planting his hands on either side of your head and pulls out before plunging back down inside you. He has your hips tilted almost vertically, driving you down into the mattress with every thrust. You dig your nails into the meat of his shoulders and drag them down his back, making him groan into your neck. 

Fucking Javi is always a religious experience. You find salvation and damnation at once in his arms and you swear you see God himself when you come on his cock. 

Javi doesn’t slow down despite the way you clench around him. He often works out his frustrations in your body, tries to bury them and himself in you. 

He pulls out and flips you over by your hips, sheathing himself inside you the second you’re on your knees in front of him. He fists one hand in your hair and pulls your back to his chest, wrapping the other hand around your breast. 

You lay your head on his shoulder and let the pleasure wash over you, lose yourself in it completely. You only exist in this moment, the pleasure and pain melding to form something divine inside you. He bites down on your neck and you come on his cock again, and you think you scream. You aren’t quite sure. 

Javi groans as he slams into you one, two, three more times and collapses forward onto the bed, trapping you under him. He stays inside you for a few more moments, nuzzling your neck. His lips catch your ear lobe as he pulls himself out of you and falls to the bed beside you. He wraps his arms around you, curling his body around yours, and holds you close. 

You lie in silence for a long time, just listening to each other breathe. This has become routine. Javi has a bad day at work and takes it out on your body in this bed. He never talks about it, about why he needs such a frenzied release, but you can guess. 

Sometimes, though, he’ll talk about growing up in Laredo or about a nice dinner he had with Connie and Steve or about an op that went well. Sometimes he lets you see beneath his hardened exterior. 

The truth is that you’re definitely in love with him. But Javi won’t ever be with you, not in the way you want. Javi won’t commit to being with you because this, what you just did, is all he thinks he deserves and all he knows how to do. He loves making you feel good, takes pride in making you come over and over and over. He loves making you moan and whine and scream for him. He loves it when you tell him how good he feels, how perfect he is, how pretty his cock is. He just doesn’t love you.

He always curls up with you, snuggles you close, clings to you. But if you bring up wanting something more, something defined and committed, he fucking runs. He can give you himself physically, but he can’t let you near his heart because it is rotten and caving in and no good. And you? You are good. He can’t touch you with that. The dark and broken part of himself. He can’t infect your good with his bad.

You know this and yet… 

A tear slips from your lashes, trailing down your cheek and falling onto the arm tucked under your cheek. 

“Cariño, ¿por qué lloras? (Baby, why are you crying?) He sounds… fucking anguished. “¿Te lastimé?” (Did I hurt you?)

“It’s nothing, Jav.” 

Javi sits up, grabs your face in his hands and makes you look at him. “It’s something. Dime.” (Tell me). 

“If I tell you, you’ll just fucking leave again, Javi. I can’t do this right now. Just hold me, please? Be here when I wake up?” 

Javi searches your eyes for a moment. You aren’t sure what he sees there. Heartbreak? Resignation? Desperation? Whatever it is convinces him. 

“Sure, yeah. I can do that.” 

[kaijuborn]

so I had this idea last night and I can't stop thinking about it

Soap x actual ghost Simon Riley.

everyone knows the base is haunted, footsteps heard in empty corridors, doors suddenly slamming shut, long scratches appearing across tables and lockers, mirrors breaking, things flying off shelves. only Price knows it's actually Lieutenant Simon Riley, who died a couple of years prior. he had endless unfinished business, hoardes of enemies still alive, countless issues unresolved, enough that it will take years for his ghost to move on. Price tries his best to help him, to deal with his enemies, but no matter what he does it doesn't seem to make a difference

Soap is new to the base and doesn't believe in the ghost stories at first, but he soon realizes all the rumors are true. unlike everyone else he's not scared though, it's just a ghost, it can't hurt him. he greets the ghost when a door flies open, asks him about his day when scratches appear on the table in front of Soap, gently chides the ghost when he pushes stuff off the shelves. says "goodnight ghostie" before going to bed.

eventually the ghost starts to settle, becoming less violent, less restless. doors start opening for Soap when he's got his hands full. things he's misplaced mysteriously reappear in his room. little messages show up on the mirror in the bathroom, written in the steam from the shower. "stay safe" "don't forget your notebook" "welcome back"

at night, in bed, Soap can feel the ghost's featherlight touches, innocent at first, stroking his cheek, playing with his hair, pulling the blanket over his exposed feet. eventually it becomes more than that, ethereal hands sliding across Soap's chest and stomach, following the curve of his hips, brushing against the inside of his thighs. Soap, half-asleep, half-dreaming, touches himself, the ghost's hands making his skin tingle and his heart race, egging him on.

afterwards, when Soap cracks his eyes open in the dead of night, he thinks he can see a white skull in the darkness. it's not frightening or even unsettling. it's just the ghost. it's his ghost.

years pass. the rumors of the base being haunted fade, the ghost no longer a menace. only Soap knows the ghost still remains, but it only ever haunts Soap. Price tries to ask him about it, certain that Lieutenant Simon Riley still has unfinished business and that his ghost wouldn't have moved on, but Soap denies knowing anything about it.

it's a dangerous line of work. Soap gets injured, badly. he barely manages to hold on until they're back at the base. he's dying and he knows it, but he can't die out on the field. he doesn't know where he would end up. he needs to die at the base, where the ghost is.

and he does. he would have liked to live a longer life, but all in all, it's not so bad. everything just kind of fades. there's a moment of complete darkness, and then a figure emerges, wearing a skull mask.

it's the ghost, welcoming him with open arms.

"Johnny", the ghost says.

it's the first time Soap hears Simon Riley's voice, and it makes him fall in love all over again. their spirits settle into one another, both of them finding peace at last, fading from this world and into the next, together.

[starryeyedjanai]

need you right here, right now

kinktober prompt: praise kink | 2.4k | explicit tags: good boy eddie, praise kink, public sex (they don't get caught), balcony sex, creampie, they are so deeply in love it's almost sickening

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Eddie kind of can't believe they're doing this.

He just needed some air, needed a break from everything - the noise of the party, the conversations and congratulations, the emotions that came with winning his first fucking Grammy.

So he slips outside, hoping to go unnoticed so he can have a breather. He rests his head on the banister of the balcony, the cool metal refreshing against his heated skin, the cooler air out here immediately making him feel better than he had inside.

He hears the door slide open, hears the raging party continuing without him inside, and he prepares to put his smile back on, to push through the overstimulation even though it's almost painful at this point.

He straightens up and tries to smile, turning around and - oh thank fuck, it's Steve. He practically launches himself into Steve's arms, burying his face into his neck where it's safe and warm.

"You okay?" Steve asks, sounding concerned, wrapping his arms tight around Eddie, one hand coming up to grip the back of his neck.

The deep pressure feels good, being wrapped up and feeling taken care of - Steve always knows exactly what he needs.

He nods into Steve's neck and says, "It's just a lot. Everyone talking to me, the noise. 'S a lot."

Steve scratches his fingers through the hair at the base of Eddie's neck and Eddie shivers. It's a little chilly out, the air crisp and dry around them, but he feels warm in Steve's embrace.

Eddie lets himself relax in Steve's arms. He counts the points of contact between them - each of Steve's fingertips on his scalp, Steve's arms around him, his own arms wound around Steve, his lips pressed against Steve's collarbone, his nose nudging into the crook of his neck, Steve's chin resting against the side of his head.

He breathes deeply as he tries to calm himself down, to get the nervous energy coursing through his veins to evaporate.

Steve starts stroking his hand up and down Eddie's back - he's long since ditched his suit jacket, so with just the mesh shirt he was wearing underneath, it's basically like Steve is stroking his bare skin. Steve's other hand which was scratching at the base of his neck is scratching lower now, harder too, dragging the neckline of his shirt down, probably leaving red marks with how hard he's doing it.

And Eddie is having an extremely inappropriate response to it all. His dick is twitching in his pants at feeling so much of Steve's attention on him, a Pavlovian response almost.

He tries to pull back, but Steve stills him, sliding his hand to the side of Eddie's neck and guiding his face up so he can kiss him, the kiss hungry and desperate from the start.

Eddie sinks into it as easily as he always does, opening up for Steve, letting him lick his way inside his mouth, licking back. Steve gropes at his ass through his pants and his dick is getting hard and he wants to keep kissing him, wants to let Steve take him out of his head for a little while, but-

He pulls away.

"We can't," Eddie whispers. Even though he wants to say fuck it, he's very aware of the fact that he's ducking out of a party for him and that people are going to come looking eventually.

Steve presses forward and kisses him again, licking slow and deep into his mouth, almost making Eddie forget about all that.

Steve pulls away and Eddie can't help the way his eyes drop to his spit slick lips. He wants them on him again - he always wants them on him.

Steve says, "Don't worry about any of them," glancing back at the door. "I asked Chrissy to keep an eye out and stop anyone who tries to come out here."

Eddie feels his cock twitch in his pants again. He presses his hips forward into Steve's, rubbing up against him. He loves when Steve comes to him with details already figured out, when Eddie doesn't have to worry about the how's or the why's. Still-

He huffs out a laugh and asks, "What did you have to promise her to get her to agree to that?"

No fucking way Chrissy is just sitting posted at the door waiting for them to fuck without a bribe.

"I bribed her," Steve says grinning at him. "You have to delete twitter off your phone for a month."

Eddie scoffs. "You bribed her on my behalf?" he asks, mock offended.

"You need a social media break. Especially after all this. Just let her coordinate all that social media stuff since it's literally in her job description," Steve says, backing him up until his ass is against the railing. His voice dips lower as he says, "And let me take you apart out here where anyone could look up and accidentally get a peek at Corroded Coffin's lead singer's cock."

Eddie almost whines at the picture that paints. He can't remember what floor they're on, but they're up pretty high, and the balcony isn't facing the street. So theoretically no one should be able to see them, but the thrill is still there. Even with Chrissy guarding the door, if she gets distracted-

Eddie can feel his cock leaking in his underwear.

He whines and nods. He wants- he just wants.

Steve grins at him and reaches down, unbuttoning Eddie's pants. His fingertips press against Eddie's cock through his underwear for just a brief moment, but it's enough to have Eddie gasping in a breath, already overcome.

He pulls his hand away and steps back. Eddie instinctively steps forward, following him.

"You wanna put your mouth on me first?" Steve asks and Eddie tries not to slam to his knees on the hard concrete of the balcony. He's never been one to turn down an opportunity to get Steve's dick in his mouth and he's not starting now.

Steve unzips his pants and gets his cock out, not shoving them down or opening them any more than that - just his cock sticking out through where he's unzipped.

Eddie feels lightheaded.

He opens up wide and Steve guides himself into the wet warmth of his mouth. He sucks lightly for a few seconds before laving his tongue over the head to get it wet. He swirls his tongue along the underside of his dick, just under the head where it's most sensitive.

"You're so good for me, getting on your knees out here where anyone could see you. Getting my cock wet just because I asked you to," Steve says, stroking his hand over Eddie's hair, petting him. "Such a sweet puppy."

Eddie looks up and sees Steve drop his head back as he takes him deeper, swallowing around the head of his cock. He pulls back and licks at the head, digging his tongue into the slit, tasting him.

He sucks him back down again, relaxing his throat around him, tongue moving on the underside of his cock.

Steve's breath hitches as Eddie bobs his head, getting him sloppy with his spit.

He gets a fist in Eddie's hair and says, "I don't want to come anywhere but inside your pretty hole tonight."

He pulls off Steve's wet cock and lets himself be dragged up to his feet.

Steve pulls a packet of lube out of his pocket and Eddie snorts. "Why do you have that?" he asks.

Steve says, "Because I know you. I was expecting a bedroom, but this works just fine."

Eddie looks at him and aches. Steve always seems to anticipate what he needs. He feels seen when he's with Steve. People look at him all the time, but it doesn't ever really feel like they see him or understand him.

The silver in Steve's hair is glittering in the moonlight and Eddie's never felt so in love. He's about to get fucked over a balcony railing and the feelings swirling around inside him are sappy.

Steve looks at him knowingly and presses a chaste kiss to his lips.

He reaches out and slides Eddie's pants and underwear down to his thighs and turns him around.

"Bend over for me, love," Steve says softly in his ear. "Hands on the railing."

Eddie reaches forward, bending at the waist to put his hands on the railing of the balcony.

His brain is already slowing down, a little fuzzy from all of this, so he appreciates the direction.

His breath gets caught in his throat when Steve pets his hole with lube-slick fingers. He presses two inside, curling them towards his prostate and Eddie grips the railing tighter.

Steve fucks his fingers in and out leisurely, like they have all the time in the world, like they aren't a few feet away from a bustling party.

"Please," Eddie says, trying not to let any of the sounds he wants to make out.

Steve presses closer, moving his fingers faster. "Yeah? You want my cock in you?" he asks, like he doesn't already know the answer.

"Yes," Eddie moans.

"Okay, sweetheart. I'll give it to you. You're being so good for me. Asking for what you want, for what you need," Steve says and Eddie whines. That's so not fair.

Steve pulls his fingers free and presses the head of his dick against Eddie's hole. These little packets of lube are usually enough to get Eddie's hole a little wet, but there's not enough to coat Steve's dick fully so he knows going to feel the stretch and ache of Steve's cock splitting him open.

He bites his lip as Steve presses inside slowly, carefully easing his way inside, making his body open up for him. He doesn't stop until he's seated balls deep inside him, the teeth of his zipper digging into Eddie's skin.

He lets out a shuddering breath at the feeling of being so stretched open, Steve's cock piercing into him. Steve gives him a few moments to get used to the feeling before dragging his cock back out.

He can't stop the loud gasp that falls from his lips when Steve pulls all the way out and then slams back in.

Steve keeps going, fucking into him again and again as Eddie tucks his mouth against his upper arm to try and keep quiet. His hands grip the railing even tighter, the metal digging into his palm.

The sound of their hips coming together is loud to his ears and he knows if anyone were to venture out onto one of the neighboring balconies, they'd know right away what they were doing.

The thought makes his cock drip.

He hangs on for the ride and manages to not make another sound until Steve starts grinding his cock right against Eddie's prostate. That's so not fair.

The moans bubble up out of him and he can't even try to contain them. Steve knows how loud he gets when he's playing with his prostate - with his fingers, with a vibrator, with his cock fucking in with short, shallow thrusts.

"Shh, you don't want anyone to hear us, do you?" Steve asks, voice pitched low, like he isn't doing this on purpose.

Eddie shakes his head, biting his lip hard to stave off the sounds.

"Good boy," Steve says, sending a shiver down his spine. "You're my good boy."

Eddie looks down and nearly swallows his tongue. There's a long string of precome dangling from the slit of his cock, ready to drop onto the concrete of the balcony.

"You gonna come for me?" Steve asks. "You gonna be a good boy and come all over the railing for me?"

Eddie nods frantically.

Steve slides a hand around the base of Eddie's throat as he fucks in deep again, pulling him upright and back against him. They shuffle forward and Eddie's cock brushes against the cold metal of the railing.

Eddie can hear people talking inside muffled by the closed door. He can hear Chrissy talking loudly, laughing with someone, and it makes his stomach clench. Steve's words, the adrenaline of this all, and the way Steve is fucking into him with long, deep strokes again is all barreling him towards the finish line.

They're so fucking close to these people that are just inside the door. These people who all want so much from him.

But the only person who gets to have him like this is Steve.

Steve's the only one who gets to press inside him like this, like he belongs there. He's the only one Eddie would trust with his hand around his throat.

He's the love of his goddamn life and fuck. Eddie's gonna come. He's going to come with Steve's name on his lips, his hand around his throat, his cock in his ass.

"Come now," Steve growls out and Eddie does.

He tenses up and comes with a shudder as Steve slams home again, his come decorating the railing and the balcony floor. He shakes through it, whines and moans escaping his lips.

He feels Steve's cock kick inside him as he starts to come too, groaning softly in his ear.

Steve buries himself deep inside and grinds forward as he paints his insides with his come. Eddie lets out a shuddering breath.

Steve strokes his hand down Eddie's chest as they come down, as Eddie comes back to himself.

"You are so good, Ed. You are so good," Steve says in his ear.

Eddie shivers. He says, "You're good too, sweetheart. The best."

Steve pulls his cock out gently and Eddie groans at the loss. If they were at home, he'd ask him to stay inside a little while.

He turns around and laughs when Steve hands him a napkin.

"You're such a boy scout," Eddie says, cleaning himself up and pulling his pants up.

"You love it," Steve says, smacking a kiss to his cheek.

"I do," Eddie says, seriously. He pulls Steve into a slow kiss, licking into his mouth. Steve kisses him back, his hand coming up to stroke his jaw.

Eddie pulls away, feeling more like himself than when he stepped out only the balcony a while ago.

"We should probably clean that up," Steve says, looking at the railing where Eddie's come is shining wetly in the moonlight.

"Ough, we should," Eddie says with a wince.

[oceansssblue]

*barges into your askbox, breaking down the door*

may i request a jedi fem!reader x tech where they are on a mission together after some time, and they get separated from the rest of the group. she fights very well against some opponents but ends up getting just a bit bloody and hurt, mostly due to an aggressive fighting style, that of a warrior. tech notices all the new scars n stuff on her face and forearms and is worried. she insists she's fine and tries to brush it off, even though she doesnt like them and makes her less of a jedi and more of a warrior. he comforts her telling her things like your a great general and you don't have to follow the code perfectly to still be a good jedi. so basically first kiss fluff and comfort, a bit of angst.

sorry it was so long! have a great day/night

I love Tech soo muchhhh 🥹 This was a cute idea, so here it is! Hope you like it.

Next request will feature Commander Mayday I think!

Stay tunned,

Xx,

Sky.

"JEDI WARRIOR"

TBB REQUESTS —TECH/F READER

WARNINGS: Blood, scars. A sprinkle of angst but mostly fluff and comfort 📩💔💖

"I'll distract them!" your voice shouts loud and clear through the batch's coms frequency.

Tech frowns, dodging a shot and quickly neutralising the droid responsible for it.

"General..." he begins, clearly not happy with the offer, but you cut him of quickly.

"That's an order" you almost bark back to him.

You don't mean to be mean or harsh. But you're in the middle of a battle, there's lifes on danger, and though you know Tech's worried about you, you can't let that distract you. You need to distract your enemies so the Batch can get to their base; so they can get the information needed. Information that will save hundreds of lifes and will be valuable to the Republic. You know Tech will probably have a list of the things that could go wrong with you getting separated from them in his mind; but it's your choice, ultimately. If you die, so be it. You'd do it honorably.

Tech clenches his jaw.

"Yes, General".

You run away, jumping over dozens of droids and never slowing down, your orange lightsaber dancing through their lines, a blur of light in the almost darkness of the arriving night. While you atract the majority of their troops and pull them far away, the Batch advances. You hope you can hold them off til they get what you need.

Time passes, and your enemies seem to close around you. Droids are not the main problem; the natives of Garsa are, riding big felines with sharp teeth that painfully closes around your arms and legs more than once. One of the predators catches your ankle and pulls, dragging you through the dirt; and you can't help the furious, painful scream that leaves your mouth, twisting around quickly and stabbing your lightsaber through his own open mouth. The animal screeches and dies.

When you hear Hunter's voice through your coms again, half an hour later, you're on the verge of falling unconscious. You can barely fight much longer; energy drained even with your extensive Jedi training. You feel blood all over you, mixing with the dirt of the ground you've been rolling in. It tingles painfully, all the open wounds on your body; specially the deep scratches on your face, that tugs with every facial expression and movement.

You must be quite the sight, because when the Batch comes near you, Tech suddenly halts upon seeing you. A second later, they're all standing around you, helping you to get rid of the last enemies and giving you cover while you start your hurried way back to the Marauder.

Once you're safely flying away on the ship, you collapse down onto the floor. Wrecker grabs you before you can really slam down onto it; lowering you gently. Your mind feels dizzy with exhaustion; and you've almost fallen asleep in place when Tech kneels besides you, route already established and on automatic pilot.

His fingers carefully brush your hair away; chocolate brown eyes studying you worriedly.

"Let's get you cleaned up and fixed, General" he whispers, putting your arm over his shoulders and tugging you up to a stand with him.

You grunt in pain and lean most of your weight against him.

"Don't know if I can stay up and conscious through a shower" you mumble tiredly.

Tech starts a slow, careful walk towards the bathroom. The rest of the Batch scatters throughout the ship, tending to their own wounds and exhaustion.

"That is okay" Tech answers, unbothered. "You could stay with your underware on and I could assist you with that, if you would be comfortable with such situation".

You glance at him and inevitably smile. His cheeks are slightly flushed, though he's trying to keep his voice and posture as professional as possible. You know it's a weird situation, and he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

Maybe you would be with Hunter or Wrecker or Cross. But you've always felt safe and at ease with Tech specially; and it would be just one soldier helping another. Of sorts.

" 'M okay with that" you give him your permission, and Tech nods quietly.

Once in the bathroom, you hold yourself with a hand against the wall and slowly pull your clothes of. Tech intently stares down at the floor; only risking a quick glance upwards when you let out a small whimper of pain. Your pant's are abandoned on the floor; but your bloody shirt is stuck to a wound on your stomach, and just touching the material of the shirt makes your wound burn.

"Let me" Tech asks, gently, and you push your hands over your head, staying as still as possible while he carefully separates the shirt from your skin and pulls it off of your body.

You sigh in relief and thank him before wobbling into the shower. Tech's hand stabilises you; and he makes sure to catch you whenever you stumble a bit too much for his comfort. You get rid of the dirt and blood, being specially carefull with your injuries; and then gently dry your skin with a towel.

Tech takes a step back –dropplets of water running down his still in place armour–, eyes glancing down at the floor again. You smile with his consideration of your privacy; though the smile dissapears from your face when you take a look at the small mirror in front of you.

The wounds are deep, and they will scar. One crosses over your nose, another cuts vertically through your left eyebrow, and two other big ones slashes your right cheek. Smaller ones go over your lip, though you think those will heal nicely. You open your towel and glance down, analysing. There's more across your body. You...

"Don't look like a jedi" you unconsciously mumble out loud. "More like a warrior".

Tech's eyes meet yours through the reflection of the mirror. He frowns, and you fake a smile while you pull yourself out of your thoughts. You hide under the towel.

"I'm fine".

It's obviously a lie; and Tech has always been intelligent.

His hands hesitantly land on your shoulders; thumbs caressing slowly.

"You're a great general" he tells you, gentle. "This was a suicide mission, and yet we all made it out fairly well, considering the circumstances. You don't have to follow the code perfectly to be a good Jedi. Jedi's use the Force to help people, to bring peace to the galaxy. Isn't that what you do everyday?"

His words make your heart ache. Your eyes fill with tears.

Yeah, you do. Maybe he's right. Maybe you don't have to follow the code literally step by step. Maybe what you're doing is enough. You're only human, after all.

Maybe...

You turn towards Tech. He's tall, and handsome, and polite and gentle, intelligent and caring. You've always liked him. Always felt something towards him, even if you've tried to burry it inside your soul.

Maybe... Your hands tremble as they make their way up to his face; carefully cupping his cheeks. Tech blushes, but he doesn't glance or move away. He's still, breathing heavier, eyes fixed on yours, waiting expectantly. His hands slowly travel down your back to your hips; his back curves down to close the distance between your lips.

You cling to his shoulders, stand on your tiptoes, and kiss him. Your eyes close with a relieved sigh, and you can feel him first tensing, then relaxing, into the kiss too. His lips are soft and his movements meassured and gentle; kissing you like you're the most important thing in the galaxy. You feel warm and safe. Excited and in peace at the same time.

When you separate in order to breathe, he caresses your cheek in wonder and presses his forehead against yours with a happy sigh.

Yeah. Maybe it is okay.

THE END.

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Yoooo I'm on fire everybody! Writing nonestop requests for yall!

Still got a few to go (another Tech, Mayday, Wolffe, Hunter, some non romantic ones...). Be patient, I will get there.

Think this one turned out well.

Stay tunned!

Sky.

Back to my general masterlist here:

[transman-badass]

Fill prompt for/inspired by this post by @unboundprompts. Saw it and knew what I had to write. Still got a bit away from me.

BTW if you see this, do me a favor. I'm gonna reblog this post with some links to my friend @actualblanketgremlin's stuff. Stella is the one who made Sadie and they're letting me borrow her, see. They've been having a really rough time lately so if you can spare some money or need to buy some pretty, handmade stuff [especially wood-burned boxes], check the links out? And reblog that version of the post if you can.

Okay it's Cthulhu Mythos time again here we go.

A terrible thing, silence. Unnatural, like things moving around in the dark skies over the city. Nothing but predators wandering in late hours. Laying in bed, Sadie waited, listening to the empty air. 

Chicago wasn’t like this. Chicago knew how to breathe at night. Chicago knew how to bleed. It even wept, sometimes. Of course it did. Everyone wept there, bodies piling in the streets in the street wars between smiling, scarred men in their expensive, wide-legged suits. Even now, after she left, the papers told it all - the country crumbling into pieces with the banks that failed them.

Arkham didn’t bleed, or breathe, or sleep. How did anyone get sleep in this town? Didn’t anyone feel it? Didn’t anyone know? Something had gone wrong. Something was alive, but not alive. Something was… dead, but not, and not in some strange in-between either, something she couldn’t wrap her head around… But should. In her bones, or beneath them, somehow, she should, she wanted to, she did not ever want to, understand.

Beautiful city, Arkham. Some of the buildings dated back to a few years after Salem’s founding. Walking through the city, you walked through the past. Someone’s else past. Her past. (Had she gone mad already?)

Laying in bed, curled up so safe under the blankets, she listened to empty air.

She waited, and listened.

Here, on the second floor, she could hear the young man in the attic quite well, when he walked around. Who he was, she didn’t know. A student at Miskatonic University by his uniform, dark hair, white skin. He avoided her. But the whispers from the other renters, they said he’d asked for the attic, because of its history.

A strange man, in a strange house, in a strange town…

Sadie closed her eyes, and listened. Why did I come here, she thought, why did I come here.

And above, a chair squeaked. Above a man stepped and stalked around the room. Above something mumbled and it wasn’t the man at all.

If she listened she’d understand the hissing, grumbling whispers. If she just listened closely enough, she’d understand. Sadie entwined her hands into her curly hair and clenched her eyes shut tighter with focus. Focused on the scratching scrambling clawing sounds that came between her breaths, focused on that faint masculine voice that dragged out between creaking, groaning, ancient wood.

Focused on it. Focused and listened.

The voice that was not the man who lived upstairs chattered and chuckled. Sharp claws dug into old familiar routes in the wooden walls. Cat soft footsteps. Creaking wood, creaking house, creaking doors.

Doors? She’d closed her door.

Sadie lay still in her bed, and did not move. Sadie lay there and listened to the clawing catlike footsteps. The breathing of a man that wasn’t. She listened to the words but had stopped. But now in the pit of her stomach and the base of her neck she knew, if the words began again, she’d hear, she’d understand.

Why did she listen?

She had to listen.

And when the voice spoke, she listened well.

“Goode be your name but not your blood, you are no child of Salem. Deeper stains run through your line than clever human magic. I smell it. She knows it. But do you?”

Within the darkness the creature laughed.

“You must. Would you listen to me elsewise? Poor orphan you are. Do you know the shell of which you’ve glimpsed? You fear the dark, for the horrors it hides, but it is the day which shelters the most dreadful of them all.”

Sadie opened her lips to speak.

“Be you wise and hear me now, Sadie Goode: you have not angered that which you have challenged, merely raised a terrible curiosity. You are known to him, our great master, as were your parents before you. It falls to you now, to decide your fate, and to decide with haste, for it was only a mistake that you escaped his sight.”

The voice deepened, darkened as the skies overhead.

“Your parents knew him. Do you think we could not tell the child of one of our own? No witch-child you are, but your parents served him well. How else would you be so blessed? But if they earned his wrath, and you follow in their steps, you will earn their punishment, three times three.”

And the darkness shifted and shivered with her body.

“Beware, Sadie Goode. Beware the mistress of this house, legend you may think she is. Beware the friends you keep, the enemies you make, the strangers on the street. And beware, my dear, beware yourself most of all -- for you have gained the interest of the Crawling Chaos, and you may gain more unmeaning. And there is no greater danger in all the planets in all the universe than to become a favorite of our god, Nyarlathotep.”

Sadie listened, and listened, and listened. And the claws sunk into wood, and the door hinged creaked, and the house breathed around her again. And she did not move, she did not open her eyes. Listened to the house shifting, and birds waking, and the strangers stirring in their beds unknowing, as the sun’s return brought Arkham back to life.

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[devondespresso]

hi today we're thinking about Dustins parental (figures) trauma (because i love him)

like Dustin now has experienced 4 different instances of an older brother figure running into danger to protect him and every time said older brother figure got more and more injured

the first day Dustin meets Steve, Steve leaves the bus with the demodogs to be bait and comes back a bit shaken and with a couple scratches but basically unharmed. hes doing this to protect all the kids but at this point he's known Dustin the longest (maybe an hour or so more but still they had actual conversations in that hour)

then they're at the Byers and Steve fights B*lly for Lucas (and Max i think because he was officially there to take her home) and we hear the kids screaming at B*lly, specifically we hear Dustin scream "you're gonna kill him" and Steve very obviously has a concussion afterwards

then theres season 3. Steve and Robin hold the door while Dustin and Erica escape through vents and when they meet up again both teenagers are drugged and Steve has a black eye, bloody nose, and a split lip and is covered in blood and sweat and thats just what you can see (he mentions ears ringing, difficulty breathing and feeling like his eye is going to fall out, all of which probably comes up later off-screen because hes doing a lot of strenuous activity for someone in his condition)

and then Eddie. Eddie who was asked by Steve to look out for him and Eddie who made sure Dustin got through the portal safely before risking his own safety to help the team. Eddie who so far in canon (duffers please bring him back) died in Dustins arms and kept a smile on his face in his excruciating death to try and ease the blow it'd have on him

and even if you write aus where Eddie does live he's frequently in the hospital for several months or in a coma

now Dustins a child, he's in middle school during all of steves sacrifices and in his freshman year of highschool for Eddie's. He doesn't have a present father and while his mother is very loving she's not the most emotionally stable

and when you think about it, Dustin doesn't really have any parental figure that is 100% stable for him to rely on

His mother gets very stressed and panics a lot (which is fair because shes a presumably single working mom and joyce is in a similar situation but regardless it does put stress on their kids), and we see Dustin immediately stepping up to comfort his mom when their cat Mews is "missing" despite having to see and clean up his cats dead body alone from out of his bedroom

Steve is a relatively emotionally stable figure for him with lots of confident advice and its confirmed that Steves a very safe person for him to go to with both upside down and normal problems

but Steve has gotten hurt A Lot and often times the responsibility of taking care of him falls on Dustin (and I'd go as far as to say Dustin takes on this role himself based on how hes used to taking care of his mom). Dustins the one holding an ice pack to Steve's head when he wakes up in B*llys car and he's mostly the one looking after Steve and Robin while they're drugged. Steve is emotionally safe, but Dustin does have to worry about his safety pretty often (he so easily could've died in season 3 just from repeated head injuries alone)

Then with Eddie its clear Dustin looks up to him as a role model of this cool guy who doesn't care what others think of him, but then Eddie gets involved with the upside down. they meet in the boathouse we see Dustin immediately stepping up to calm him down and help him work through the upside down trauma (and to protect Steve who's once again in physical danger) (and then Eddie dies later so hes not really stable in either aspect rip)

So aside from the upside down trauma having the kids have to grow up too fast and having their childhoods taken away (and this definitely applies to all the kids and teens but we're talking about dusty today), Dustins a character that is consistently looking for a stable parental figure and consistently loosing the stability he finds in them. Which leads him to have to step up, shelf his own emotions, and be a source of stability for his parental figures instead.

i know its wishful thinking at best to hope for a comedic character to have their trauma properly addressed in this show, but id really like to see Dustin struggling with some of this

he probably feels responsible for a lot of shit that happened especially to Steve and Eddie because he was there to witness their injuries and they both got injured to protect him

maybe he struggles talking about certain things with steve despite him remaining emotionally safe because his experiences with comforting his mom and Eddie makes him assume thats normal. maybe hes afraid hes going to wake up one day and Steve will be dead.

maybe he puts himself down the same path steves on now, not his highschool jock path but the self-sacrificing hero path. maybe the party will be in some sort of trouble with no adults around and he'll put himself between the party and the danger because he feels responsible for making sure they're ok.

we've already seen he feels the need to mediate conflict with his friends (mike and lucas's fight in season 1 and asking eddie to postpone hellfire on lucas's behalf) and that he admires Steve's hero stunts (fighting the demodogs in season 2 Dustin says hes awesome when max comments hes insane)

i just want to see people talk about Dustins relationship with responsibility and the lack of stability in his life. i also grew up being The Responsible Friend in my friend group and its fucking exhausting. I just want my guy to get a break, maybe some assurance that Steves not going to fucking die and maybe a moment where he can just let go of tge stress hes holding onto (i don't know tbh if i knew how to fix this feeling i wouldn't need therapy lol)

[laneynoir]

Day 7

Bilbo/Thorin

Prompts used: Radio silence/"Can you hear me?"

Bilbo tightenes the lid on his water bottle, not willing to risk even a single drop. He feels horrid as usual, sitting so high up, safe away from what the world had become, fiddling with the computer systems to keep them running, while the others are sent out to scrounge for whatever food and supplies they could find.

He sighs, wondering how this insanity had become his life. He remembers the moment it started, or at least when he was made aware of it. It had started with the alarm, the deafening sound blaring from multiple phones in the coffee shop where he sat, when the he looked at the screen, the message read that a new stain of Corona was making its way around, followed by two links, one to a newscast and the other to an article.

At the time he'd thought it strange that the government felt the need to alert the public so directly, when the news would have gotten around sooner or later, he'd set his phone aside and thought nothibg of it for the rest of the day.

After he got home, locking the door to his flat, he'd double checked his bags, looking forward to his trip to the beautiful Scotland.

The quarantine was called when he was in the air, it had been too late.

He stares from the window, looking down the slopes of 'The Mountain', but frowns suddenly as he spots a movement near the base. That's strange, no one is suposed to be outside, most everyone is gone anyway, out scouting, and the motion is far to humanoid to be an animal.

He first thinks deseratly of another survivor, some one to prove that their small group aren't the only one's left in the empty world. He pushes his chair from the window and hops over to the security cameras, activating the motion sensor protocol, which switches the screens over to twelve different views, none of them good.

The faces have mildew growing on them, and no fresh blood, indicating the the mangled bodies haven't eaten in to long. He knows his fear is unfounded, nothing (himself excluded) has ever broken into Erabor, and these should be no exception. Yet a trepidation grows in his gut, and he continues to watch the screens while the mangled bodies that once had been people like himself climb in unnatural poses, upward.

And that makes no sense, they hate heightened altitudes with passion, so why- Bilbo stiffles a scream when he locks eyes with one of the creatures through the camera lens, he nearly faints when the half of its face that remains twists into a sickening grin, and then its handreaches toward the disguised camera, and the image goes grainy.

His throat is dry and scratchy with fear as he races across the room the the transmitter and flips the channel to open and hits the call button, a second later a voice comes from the other end of the line.

"Hello? Master Baggins?" Thorin 'Oakenshield' "What is it, we're a little busy just now"

Another screen goes out across the room, and Bilbo's panic spikes. "I know, and i I am terribly sorry, only there are- Nonono, they're here Thorin, help they're-" the room goes dark, which shouldn't be possible. The only light filters in from the windows. "Hello?" He asks into the radio. "Can you hear me? Thorin? Anyone?"

Dead silence, there's no sound but the beatibg of his heart and an insistent fly in the corner of the room.

Then, suddenly, there comes a scratching sound from the window, and then the breaking of bulletproof glass.

[derelictheretic]

I would like to hear and the Darius and Ethan WIP and/or Werebears, Werewolves and Witches Oh My! They sound so cool!

Thank you!! I spoke a lil bit about the Darius and Ethan WIP and shared a snippet here, i'll share another bc I am very fond of them <3

Darius pulls him to the left, his grip on Ethans hand shockingly gentle as he leads him around the deteriorated building and towards a rotted doorway with a ratty cloth hanging from the cracked frame. Ethan can't help but glance over his shoulder, eyes searching uselessly in the darkness for what Darius' trained eyes spotted—but was only met with inky shadows and swaying trees. The quiet was unnerving, the wind and scratching of branches against tin roofs doing nothing to quell his overactive imagination.

"In here, quickly."

Darius' voice is hushed and commanding as he guides Ethan to the door, holding the cloth to the side for him. Ethan skittishly snaps his head back to inspect the darkness within the doorway, his own fingers finally reciprocating Darius' hold and wrapping around his gloved palm with a frightened grip.

"W-wait, how do you know it's safe?" His voice is shaky, his fear badly hidden as he tries to heave himself back using Darius as a counterweight. Darius doesn't let him, his shocking strength rearing its head once more as he holds him in place with little effort. His gaze is stern yet oddly comforting as he tugs Ethan closer, red eyes almost glowing in the darkness. Ethan notes the slight crease in his brow, his usually stoic expression stained with a hint of urgency.

"Forgive me Winters but if you haven't figured it out by now there is no 'safe' here. Now if you would be so inclined—get inside." Darius' tone is final and Ethan can only nod meekly, realising he was right. It was probably safer in cover than out in the open, distant cracking of twigs and the howl of the wind surging him forward with Darius' guiding hand. 

The rundown building he ducks into is better described as a small shack, the inside barely as big as a mid-size bathroom. Ethan stumbles over to a large crate and barrel in the back corner, sinking down between them and pressing his back against the rotted wood. It smelt damp and like something had most definitely taken its last breaths somewhere inside but by now Ethan had smelt much worse. Fallen into and waded through much worse as well.

He watches the cloth fall but Darius doesn't enter after him, leaving him feeling more vulnerable and alone than he'd like to admit. He'd gotten used to having Darius' overwhelming yet calming presence by his side in this village and having him out of his line of sight unsettled him. Turning his gaze down he manages to catch a glimpse of Darius' boots and the bottom of his coat, a small relief as he stands right outside—guarding him. 

And the other one is based in one of my many supernatural creature AU's, it focuses on my Dean/Marcus ship (I've talked more about them on my other blog, Marcus is my Holland Valley farmer man <3) and basically Dean is a werewolf and Marcus is a werebear (it just mde sense cuz he's.. a bear.. yanno...) and they're both trying to be stealthy about it but they both suck at lying and keeping secrets! And this kinda revolves around a reveal scenario so they're both gonna figure out the other is a big fluffy creacher and it's gonna be adorable.

"You going to that uh, bonfire thing?" Dean's honey brown eyes glint in the sun, specks of gold shimmering in their depths as they capture Marcus' sole attention. The farmer averts his gaze to their small group of friends, joyfully chattering about the very event Dean just brought up. 

"Oh, no. No i'm not." He chuckles gently, wringing his hands as he feels his nerves spike from the question. He really hoped that was the extent of it, he really didn't want to lie to him about his plans for the evening. He sees Dean nod from his peripheral vision, those enticing eyes of his also turning to the group ahead of them. 

"Busy?" Dean asks, a slight tilt to his head as he stuffs his hands away in the pockets of his jeans. Marcus curses the gentle prodding silently as he casts his gaze down to the ground, nudging a rock thoughtfully with his shoe as he wracks his brain for a way out of the current topic. Or at least for a way to get out of answering the question directly.

"Something like that—are you going?" He glances up and swears he sees a flash of panic race across Dean's face. It's gone just as quickly as he'd seen it, replaced with a sheepish grin and a shrug of his flannel clad shoulders. 

"Uh no, i'm... Busy, too." He chuckles and Marcus nods slowly. Something about his answer felt off, but then again who was he to talk. Any more questions and his excuse would crumble in seconds.

"Did I just hear neither of you are comin' to the Bonerfide Bonfire?" Marcus nearly falls over as Sharky appears to his left, blue eyes accusatory as he pouts at the two of them.

"Awe heck Shark, I didn't know you were calling it that and now i'm really sad i'm gonna miss it." Dean grins, reaching out to pat Sharky's shoulder. Marcus shakes his head gently and pats the pyro's other shoulder comfortingly, these boys definitely came up with some interesting names for their get-togethers.

[clone-whore-99]

Hunted

Imp! Hunter x Rebel f!Reader

Warnings: Soooo much smut. Dirty smut. Very, very much smut. Minors I will yeet you into the ocean if you interact. Pred/prey kink, dom!Hunter, unprotected PiV (wrap it irl), sex pollen, oral sex, sex in the forest, orgasm denial, teasing, chasing, bondage and gagging, porn with little to no plot LMK if I need to add anything else

Summary: Hunter's chip activated, and he works for the Empire. Reader is a rebel who had to gather some information. You can figure out the rest.

Authors Note: So, we may or may not have had a very horny discussion in a certain Discord server, that led to the creation of this.... And the main reason for me writing this may or may not be @wolveria Please remember to hydrate, it's a lot

Also, if you like this, please like and comment and maybe even reblog, it means a lot to me, okay, thanks, bye 🥺👉👈

Oh shoot. Shoot, shoot, shit, kriff, kark, fuck, karabast, dank freaking farrik. You did everything right, so how in twelve hells did you trigger that alarm?

As soon as the alarm sounded, you shot the door panel to keep it from opening. That would buy you some time. Under no circumstances could you get caught. You had to get this information to the rebel alliance, lives depended on it. There had to be a way for you to get out of there. Another door, a window, or a... Bingo!

You had just managed to close the vent, when the imperial troopers had blasted the door open. A part of you wanted to stay and watch the confused men look around for you, but the longer you stayed, the higher the risk of you getting caught. Instead, you began worming your way through the rather small space, hoping to find some way of getting out.

"They're gone!" you could hear being yelled from the room, you had just escaped.

"They couldn't have gone far. Get the Hunter!" Get the what? Nevermind, no time to find out.

Faintly, you could hear the sound of nature traveling with the air through the vents, and knew that had to be the way out.

Turns out, there really is light at the end of the tunnel. And a lot of fresh, foresty air. And a huge drop to your certain death, if you were not careful. Luckily, you had the right tools for this in your utility belt, so you could climb down to the ground safely. Man, you really thought of everything, didn't you?

Though, you didn't have much time to pat yourself on the shoulder, as the sound of heavy boots and shouting was already closing in on you.

On one hand, heading towards your ship would be a good idea so you could get as far from the imperials as possible. On the other hand, there was files on that ship that the Empire just could not get their hands on. And if you got caught heading towards the ship? Game over. Your ship was well hidden. It was in an underground cave, about half a rotations walk away from the base and had enough of the worlds flora covering it, so that it wouldn't show up on any scans. You made sure of that, when you landed.

Your best odds was probably to find some place in the forest to hide. Probably somewhere with a lot of flowers or moss or something like that to hide your scent, just in case. Then you could find your way back to your ship, when things had calmed down a bit.

At least, that was when you were gonna say, when someone asked why you ran in the exact opposite direction from your ship. You definitely didn't do it because of the adrenaline taking over your body and the pure panic of being caught.

The forest was thick. In some ways, that was more than ideal for your escape, since chasing you would be harder. In other ways, you would scratch yourself on several branches and you could barely even see where you were going.

As you were getting further into the forest, further away from the sound of soldiers and further away from the rays of sunshine, you stumbled into a ditch. Great. At least you landed in a flowerbed, of sorts. The pollen from the flowers began to glow from the impact, which was the last thing you needed. You couldn't try to hide from the empire, while glowing like a neon sign hanging in a dark alley.

You looked desperately around. There had to be some kinda river or anything of that sort, that you could use to wash this pollen off of you. And maybe even cool you down a bit. It had gotten oddly hot, all of sudden.

Desperately, you reached for your water canteen. The sudden change in temperature hadn't only made you sweat. You were thirsty. Frantically, you let the remainder of the canteens content not only fall into your mouth, but drizzle down your body in the hopes that it would cool you down. It did, but only temporarely.

The empty container hit the ground, as you began walking again. You knew that you needed to run, but you just couldn't. You were feeling so weak, so feverish, so thirsty -

Before you knew of it, you were pinned to the ground by a man in black armor.

"Thought you could escape the Empire, rebel scum?" The modified voice taunted behind a helmet.

Kriff, what was happening to you? You were squirming beneathe this stranger, gasping for air and you weren't entirely sure if it was in an attempt to escape.

"You know, you almost managed to get away." He continued, his hand caressing your cheek and you had to cover your moan with a struggling grunt instead. "But then you had to go and do something stupid like this."

You finally managed to wiggle one of your hands free from his grasp, and you reached up in a pathetic attempt to punch his face. Your muscles felt like jelly, and though you couldn't get enough momentum to do any actual damage, you did manage to tilt his helmet off of him and dammit, he was hot.

The soldier had loose locks hanging down the frame of his face, with only a bandana to keep them from falling into his eyes. The entire left half was tattooed like a skull and his lips looked so soft and kissable. His eyes though, his eyes were filled with lust as they found their way back to yours. This time, you couldn't cover the moan that escaped your lips.

"Those flowers you landed in?" He grabbed the wrist you had managed to free and with jusy one hand, he pinned your wrist over your head - an action that made your back arch. "They're poisonous to humans. But not only can they kill you - they also happen to make you very, very horny."

The soldier brought his free hand up towards his mouth and with the help of his teeth, he liberated the hand from it's glove. Your walls clenched around nothing at the look of this and somehow, he looked like he noticed - but that was impossible, right?

His hand found it's way down the rim of your pants, a motion that made you writhe with anticipation. His fingers barely even made contact with your sex, before your toes started curling and you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from begging him to take you.

Seemingly satisfied with your reaction, he pressed his forehead against yours, forcing you to look him in the eyes, as he spoke his next words. "And it was the oh so sweet aroma of your arousal that gave you away." He paused to take in a deep sniff. "If only you knew what it did to me. I should just take the files and leave you to die, but," At last, after what seemed like forever of his fingers teasing around any other place but where you needed them, he finally pushed two digits inside of you with ease. "You look so delicious like this, all helpless and desperate, allowing your enemy, to finger-fuck you in the middle of the forest. How could I let this option go?"

You could barely even comprehend what was said to you. The way he managed to just exactly avoid the spots you needed him to hit was torturous. You did accomplish to make out some of the things being said, though. "Yo-hng-you're the hunter?" you strained yourself to ask.

"Not 'the' Hunter, mesh'la. Just Hunter. You've heard of me?" he had moved down towards your neck, letting his lips ghost over the sensitive skin, while he inhaled in your scent.

"Nnno - THERE!" He finally hit the spot, he had so purposely been avoiding. "Right there, please!" you begged, all the dignity you had left going out the window.

Hunter chuckled deeply, the sound going straight to your arousal. He had added a third finger by now, and was rapidly moving them in the most incredible way. His thumb was rubbing circles around your clit and as your orgasm was about to hit it's peak, you grabbed onto his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself.

"Ah-ah-ah." Hunter tutted disapprovingly, instantly removing his fingers before you could hit your peak. You moved your hands to cover your face and muffle your frustrated scream, while your hips were grinding against nothing but air, desperately trying to regain some friction.

Wait, when did he let go of your wrists? You moved your hands down just far enough to uncover your eyes - and what a sight you were met with. The soldier was sitting upright on top of you, licking his fingers clean from your slick, while looking down at you with the sexiest look you had ever seen.

You gasped loudly at the sight, while your hand automatically reached down to give your pussy the attention it needed, before you'd go insane.

But Hunter was quick. Before your hand could even reach half way there, he had already grabbed it and forced it back up over your head together with your other hand. This time though, he used his bandana to tie your wrists together. Odd, since he had handcuffs hanging right there by his hips.

"If you want to cum, you gotta keep your hands right above your head, understood?" he asked, as he unsheathed his knife from it's place on the gauntlet.

"Please..." You were on the verge of tears, desperation to be relieved from this tension inside of you being almost too much to handle.

"Understood?" His voice was more stern this time.

"Yes, please, just, fuck me, please." Stars you sounded pathetic, begging the enemy so desperately to fuck you.

"Now, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" and just like that, the blade of his knife cut through your shirt, leaving your upper body exposed. Hunter licked his lips hungrily, his gaze fixated on the way your breasts bounced with each frantic breathe you took.

Next, he moved onto your pants. Fortunately, he decided to just pull them off you, instead of cutting them off. That way, you at least had some chance of covering yourself once all of this was over.

With one swift motion, you were left completely bare for the galaxy to see. If you hadn't been so turned on, you might've been embarrassed by this. But right now, you just needed to be filled.

Hunter pressed his nose against your groin and inhaled deeply. You whimpered at the sensation.

"So wet, mesh'la. So needy. Are you sure this is all because of those flowers?" He took a broad lick across your folds and you nearly screamed at the sensation. "Because you taste like it's all because of me." He teased, before taking another broad lick.

Normally, you would've used your hands to muffle your sounds of pleasure, but you didn't dare to move them from the spot over your head. Instead, you dug your nails into the dirt to keep them in place.

Hunter was lapping up your juices like a starved man. His arms were wrapped around your thighs, keeping them seperated for him and keeping your hips in place, no matter how much you tried to buck against him. And although you couldn't see him, you knew his eyes were fixated on you, making sure you didn't disobey his orders about keeping your hands over your head.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Wave after wave of pleasure overtook your body, as his tongue worked wonders inside of you, while his nose rubbed against your clit in the most magical way.

"Pl-ease," You begged once again, your voice now hoarse from moans and screams of pleasure. "Nee... Need more. Please fuck me."

"Well, only because you've been such a good girl and followed orders." He moved up your body again, his face covered in your release. "But first, we gotta do something about that screaming of yours. Can't have anybody find us like this, now can we?"

Quickly, he grabbed your arm and forced your still bound hands around his neck. As he picked you up, he took your cut up shirt along with him and moved so you were pressed up against a tree.

Hunter kissed you, deeply, passionately, forcing you to taste yourself on his lips and tongue. He then broke away, shoving the ruined shirt into your mouth to keep you quiet.

"There, that's better, isn't it?" he looked so damned satisfied with himself. If you hadn't been so desperate for his cock, you might've tried to tease him back.

With a swift motion, Hunter had your legs resting on his arms, giving him full access to your thrubbing cunt. And with a loud thump, his codpiece hit the ground and his dick was released from it's restraints.

Even with the gag in your mouth, you still managed to gasp loudly at the sensation of his silky head rubbing through your folds. Hells, you nearly came again, just from that feeling alone.

"So needy for my cock, aren't you?" He whispered into your ear and with one swift roll of his hips, he was fully buried inside of you.

Stars, he was bigger than you thought. He really filled you to the brim and if it weren't for the effect of the pollen, it would definitely had hurt you.

Hunter instantly started thrusting into you, wasting no time at all. It was almost overwhelming how he handled you. How you were completely helpless against him and how he had managed to turn you into a sobbing, begging mess in no time. You wanted to tell yourself that it was all the pollens fault, but deep down you knew it was only a small part of it.

"Kriff, how are so fucking perfect?" Hunter mumbled through gritted teeth against that very sensitive spot on your neck. "Your smell is so intoxicating, it's driving me crazy."

He moved a hand down to rub rough circles on your clit, igniting every nerve in your body with nothing but pure bliss.

"You taste sweeter than the greatest nectar juice. And your pussy is gods. Damned. Perfect." Hunter thrusted harder into you with each word of that last part. "I might just have to take you in anyways. Keep this pussy available to me at all times."

You couldn't hold it anymore. The way he was drilling into you, reaching that particular itchy spot hidden deep inside of you over and over. The way he was spewing such lewd words while his mouth was roaming your body. The way his thumb was mercilessly attacking your clit. You just couldn't take it anymore.

You threw your head back, as your vision turned blurry and the dark forest turned brighter than hyperspace. Your nails was desperately grasping onto the back of his armor in a helpless attempt to ground yourself, before you truly descended to heaven.

Hunter took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting it, accomplishing the impossible that was, making you feel even better than you already did. You wanted nothing but to experience this feeling forever.

As you were slowly coming down, your stomach was starting to cramp up for how much you had cum. Your release was not only dripping down your own cunt and ass, it was going down Hunter's armor, staining it and creating a small pool on the ground beneath you.

You pressed your forehead against the crook of his neck, when you felt the hot ribbons of the soldiers seed, filling you completely with him. "Now you got something to remember me by."

None of you moved for a while. Well, you didn't have much of a choice, but still. You were just standing still, gasping desperately for air, coming down from the most mindblowing orgasms you had ever experienced.

Slowly, Hunter let you back down on your feet, though he kept supporting you untill you could regain your balance.

"The pollen should be out of your system now, right?" He asked, grabbing your face so you were forced to look at him. The look in his eyes were oddly caring, nothing like they had been when you first met.

You nodded slowly in response.

"Good." He removed your gag. "Join the Empire. We could use someone on the inside of the alliance and I could use more of this perfect cunt of yours." with a finger, he pushed some of his seeds back into you. "And you could get my dick as often you'd like. All you gotta do is swear alligence to the Emperor."

You'd be fooling yourself, if you said you didn't consider it. The way his eyes were looking so somberly into yours and how he seemed to care so much about your wellbeing right after having given you the best dicking of your life? Of course a part of you wanted to throw everything away to spend the rest of your life with him, but alas...

"You know I can't. It goes against everything I stand for."

Hunter moved your arms over his head again and released your wrists from his bandana. "You know, I can just take you in. Make you my prisoner and have you as often as I'd like." He threatened, while making his way back over to your pants.

"You won't, though." You were overly confident in this statement, but the way he had looked at you and seemingly cared for your wellbeing, you were certain it was true.

"Such a shame though..." He said, in a way that sounded more like he was thinking out loud rather than talking to you. While doing so, he started looking through the different compartments of your utility belt.

"Wait, what are you doing?" You tried to run over to stop him, but your legs were still weak from everything that had just happened, and you fell to the ground instead.

"How I was too late. The poison had already overtaken your body, there was really nothing I could do." He found the datadisk you had just stolen from the Empire. "But at least I managed to retrieve this."

And with that, Hunter picked up his helmet and started walking back towards the base.

Tag list: @zoeykallus @rain-on-kamino @tech-deck @in-the-crosshairs

Sorry if anyone who has asked to be tagged on my series also wanted to be tagged here, I wasn't sure if you only wanted to be taglisted for the series or for smut too

[beomglocks]

better ; c.yj

summary : you deserve better

pairing : ex-boyfriend/mafia leader!yeonjun x reader

warnings & other : angst, mention of trauma, stalking and kidnapping, yeonjun breaks into your house, refer to picture for visual, i saw this edit on ig and now my mind has fuel, listen to better by WOOGIE.

w/c : ???

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the sunlight peeks through your shades and onto your face, causing you to stir in your sleep. you squeeze your eyes tightly shut hoping your brain can trick itself into sleeping for just a couple more hours longer.

it works for a couple of seconds. closing your eyes tight may have tricked your brain into thinking it was still dark enough to indulge in more sleep.

you sigh peacefully, hoping to get back to your previous dream but you're cut off by the sound of a door being slammed shut.

you open your eyes but remain in bed. it had to be around 7am at least which means no one should be in your house. well, no one should be in your house period. if it was a robber, they sure do work early.

you get out of bed, not caring about your lack of proper clothes because if you were gonna die, what's the point? you take careful steps toward your kitchen to make sure you don't alert whoever may be in there.

the sound of things being moved around and frustrated groans grows louder the closer you get to the room. you grab your nearby safety bat from a corner in your hallway and bring it above your head to swing.

when you come into the line of sight of the intruder in your house you halt yourself from swinging and bring the bat down to your side, the person not realizing yet that you're there.

anger bubbles inside of you at the sight of the sleeve of tattoos and dark head of hair that you recognize all too well.

"what the fuck are you doing in my house yeonjun?"

the boy in question seemingly pays no mind to your question and simply continues rummaging through your fridge and cupboards. "where the hell do you keep your peanut butter?"

you cross your arms at him. "i asked you a question."

"so did i," he retorts. you roll your eyes at him. "you're in my house ass hole, in case you forgot."

he subtly rolls his eyes away from your line of sight and stands up from the fridge. now that he's seen you, his eyes linger on your body for longer than you're ok with. he leans back on your counter with a smile, a visible change in his demeanor, "good morning."

"answer my question," you frown. he sighs, "we got busted and i needed a place to crash."

"yeonjun!" you exasperate. "what? i slept on the couch out of respect for you," he raises his eyebrow, taking a bite out of his slice of dry bread.

"what the fuck do you want me to do, thank you? i told you not to involve me in your mafia gang whatever shit anymore and you go and do this," you gesture to the mess on your countertop.

"yeonjun you're the only other person here! what's with all this shit on my table?!" he continues eating nonchalantly as you scold him and try to clean up as best as you can.

"can you calm down," he sighs. he takes another bite of bread before placing the plate on top of a random box of pizza. "no one saw me come here, you'll be fine."

you continue cleaning, without saying a word to him. you feel like if you open your mouth you'll explode. you clench your teeth as you watch him look through your fridge again out of the corner of your eye.

it's been months since you last saw him and this is the first thing he does. from the counter, you have a pretty good view of his back as he looks through the fridge.

even though you hate him, your mind wanders back in time when that same back would be littered with your marks and scratches. the neck tattoo that would be colored with hickeys he would proudly wear is now bare and untouched.

your eyes go up to his head which thankfully is still turned away from you. the pink mullet he used to rock is now a dark undercut with hints of red. it looks good on him, you have to admit. his ears have more piercings than you remember and you hold back a smile thinking about the time when you would play with his ears and he would tell you to stop.

"you're awfully quiet, what're you thinking about?" he asks, still facing the fridge. you have to remember your relationship with the mafia leader ended months ago, whatever feelings that were present right now were most likely your heart missing human interaction.

"thinking about how i want you out of my house," you mumble, picking up a half empty cup of ramen. he sighs, standing up and fixing his messy hair.

"i said i was sorry," he leans back on the fridge, watching you clean. you bite your tongue, picking up the empty pizza box and tossing it in the trash. "sorry doesn't make up for trauma yeonjun, that's what you don't understand," you say quietly.

"if i knew that would happen to you i wouldn't have left you alone, you know i would've had soobin or taehyun be around you 24/7!" he reasons.

"well you didn't," you breathe out. you give him a tight lipped smile and for the first time in months he's reminded of the pain he saw in you eyes when they brought you back.

"you decided drugs and money were more important than your fucking girlfriend that you love "oh-so-much" getting stalked and kidnapped."

“that’s not tr-“ “that’s what it felt like!” you place an empty soda bottle on the table. he blinks at your outburst. in all the time you’ve spent together, you were never one to lash out even when he annoyed you to no end.

he stares at you for a moment before closing his eyes and biting the inside of his cheek in frustration. "y/n," he sighs angrily.

"even after i killed them all? it wasn't enough for you! you still left me," he steps closer to you and you unconsciously step back. you recognized this tone on yeonjun but he never used it on you. it's gravely and deep and on the rare occasion that you did hear it, the outcome was never good.

"yeonjun..."

"no, look- i know what happened to you was fucked up but i tried my best! it still wasn't enough- you still left and didn't even tell me.." he chuckles at this. "do you know how long it took to find this fucking place?"

you look down, suddenly feeling small. any bravery you had has now dissipated. it's like your mind and body were so used to yeonjun that you just knew when to submit.

"you were my only sense of normalcy in that place," he mumbles. "sure i've got the boys but they're not you.."

his head is hung low, making his hair cover his eyes. your first instinct would've been to run into his arms and pepper him in kisses. endless strings of 'i love you' to reassure both of you that what happened wasn't either of your faults.

you bite your lip, "is that why all this food is like this..."

he doesn't move from his spot. "im sorry, i miss you." you almost feel your heart break. you hate seeing yeonjun so messed up about something that he just eats to forget because it's his only other form of happiness, well apart from you.

you walk up to him, bringing your arms around his slim frame. at first, he doesn't hug you back since he wasn't expecting that but soon enough he engulfs you as if he's been touch starved for ages.

"im sorry, please come back to me? i'll do better, i promise you won't get hurt anymore hm?" he sounds hopeful and it makes you close your eyes.

"you need to leave," you say quietly. you feel him hug you tighter as he places his chin on your head. "please let me stay with you," he pleads.

you force yourself to step away from him which takes a lot more effort than you thought. you look up at his face and he looks so broken. it’s rare to see a mafia leader look this vulnerable but yeonjun opens himself up to you like this at times and you feel lucky, in a weird way.

he watches you expectantly, waiting for your answer. “yeonjun i just- i don’t feel safe around you anymore.”

you swear you see his heart shatter right in front of your face.

you want to hit yourself but it’s true. where you once felt peace you only feel fear. maybe once upon a time yeonjun was like your savior but now he brings pain, especially with the type of work he does.

he looks down, biting his lip. you can tell he's trying to act like what you said didn't just tear a hole straight through his heart. "you know i'll still watch over you and keep you safe," he promises.

you smile lightly at him, glad that he hasn't completely given up. "i know." he wastes no time stealing a kiss on your forehead, quickly moving away before you can complain or push him away.

"you still fucked up my kitchen though," you say when he starts walking away to your door. he only shrugs as you watch him walk out your door and out onto the streets.

you can only sigh, hoping he'll be safe until he can get his base back.

[anystalker707]

Leave this place

Pairing: Mikey x Reader Word count: ~ 1 700 Genre: Comfort Summary: Mikey meets (y/n) in a trip to California, and doesn't want to leave (y/n) back even if they just spent an afternoon together.

a/n: very old oneshot [March 28th 2020]

"That's a great song." I hear the voice over the sound of the music and look down to see a guy standing on the sidewalk, looking up at me. I lean against the balcony's parapet, my arms over it. My house is practically glued to the sidewalk while the balcony isn't that high.

"Thank you. My friends judge me for liking it." I say through a chuckle.

"It just doesn't happen to me because my own like it too." He says smiling.

None of us have anything else to say, but I feel like continuing the conversation. "What's your name?"

"Michael. Almost everyone calls me Mikey, that works too."

"I'm not almost everyone, Michael." I say in a teasing smile, watching him crack a grin. "I'm (y/n). You can call me (n/n). Almost everyone calls me that." I mock him, and he obviously rolls his eyes, even though they're covered by sunglasses.

"Nice to meet you."

"Same. Are you free now?"

"Yeah...?" He raises an eyebrow, curiously.

"Would your significant other mind if we had a coffee at the cafe by the next corner?" I ask in a confident tone and still fearing a 'no'.

"Well, I guess that if I had one, they'd surely mind." Mikey answers.

"I'll be down there in three." I hold up three fingers before disappearing inside the house. There, I simply throw on my Chuck Taylors, grab my wallet—not forgetting to turn off the music player—and head downstairs, closing the door behind me. Smiling, I stand in front of Mikey. "Let's go?" I ask and he shrugs, tilting his head.

"Who asks a guy they just met for a coffee?" Mikey asks, tucking his hands inside his pants' pockets as we start to walk.

"Me." I reply casually. "I was bored and you seem like a nice guy."

"What if I'm not?"

"I can just walk away anytime I want and I'm sure you won't try to kill me in the middle of other people." I answer looking up at him, a bit pleased with his positive reaction. “Or so I hope.” I chuckle.

We walk inside the said cafe and make our orders. Maybe we're too awkward due to just realizing the whole situation now—sitting across from each other at one of the establishment's small and round tables—and can't start a proper conversation. However, when the waitress walks away after bringing our drinks, I've already gathered enough courage to speak up.

"So, you're new around here?" I raise an eyebrow. It's not everyday a guy I've never seen before shows up in the city; one of the small cities around the big ones and which no one really cares about.

"No, I'm actually here to spend the summer break." He answers, his hand around the base of his coffee cup while he twists it, without raising it from the table. His sunglasses now rest a few inches away from his hand and the cup. Makes sense, it's already June. "I wanted to stay in Los Angeles but the hotel's prices there were too high."

"I understand." I smile and take a sip of my drink. "No one comes here spontaneously."

"I didn't mean it like that!" Mikey says with a hint of desperation; that makes me chuckle.

"Don't worry, it's true. It's not an interesting city, there's nothing for you to do over here." I particularly appreciate the city's calmness, the way you're able to listen better to nature's sound and walk safely through the streets even if it's almost two in the morning. "Where are you from?"

"New Jersey." He answers and I widen my eyes at his response.

"That's by the other side of the country."

"I wanted some adventure." He smiles and I nod understandingly. "What do you do? I mean, what do you work with?"

"I work in a records store."

"Don't you like it?" He asks confusedly, probably because of the heavy tone I used.

"I do, I really do." I nod. "I simply don't appreciate being stuck inside a place the whole day." I chuckle while scratching the back of my neck, awkward for no apparent reason. "It's that I also wish to explore more about the world, get to know other places. Sadly my payment doesn't allow it." I smile sadly, bringing my drink to my lips once again. "And you?"

He doesn't answer at first. Wondering why, I look up and our eyes lock for a couple of seconds before he inhales. "I play in a band. I'm the bassist."

"Oh, really?" I say, interested in the fact. "That sounds amazing. What's its name? Is it on the radio?"

"Not yet." The corner of Mikey's lips curl up into a dreamer smile. "It's called My Chemical Romance, we've started not long ago."

"Sounds nice. I hope to listen to one of your songs through the radio or to watch a music video on MTV any day." I grin, what makes him visibly happier.

"Thanks."

We continue chatting about his band until we finish our drinks and decide to walk around the city right after. Barely any car or person passes by; it's an usual summer break day, where most of the people are traveling while the minority that's still here, enjoys the rest of the Sunday afternoon inside their houses, probably watching a soccer match or any soap opera.

Mikey tries to get to know more about me after we talked so much about his life. I tell him about it, explaining why I am alone in a city which I have no relatives in. He doesn't judge it, just listens and nods, commenting here and there.

The subject eventually dies and we just make random comments about things we see around; eventually making a joke and snickering at it.

I like Mikey. I hoped we lived near each other—he's a nice person and we hit it off really well. He seems to be a quiet kind of person but still talked and laughed with me. It's been a long time since I have that kind of casual and comfortable conversation with anyone. It may sound kind of crazy or desperate, but he seems like the person I've always needed yet never knew it.

It seems like just a couple of hours have passed when we're once again standing in front of my house—when in reality, we spent most of the afternoon together. Now, pinkish and purplish colors take the previous dull light blue tone. We face each other with happy and still sad faces.

"Thanks for stopping to comment about the song." I smile, sighing.

"Thanks for inviting me to go drink that coffee. I could have been an assassin but you were lucky enough." Mikey replies and the both of us giggle at his last comment.

"That's it, I guess." I pause, smiling. "See you tomorrow?"

"Actually," He pauses, nibbling on his bottom lip, watching me carefully, before finally saying a "no" through an exhale.

"What?" I furrow my eyebrows, feeling a sudden desperation already. As if I've received the best gift of my life but it was immediately taken away from me.

"I've got to start the road-trip back to NJ tomorrow." He presses his lips together. "I wish I had come here before. During the day, I mean." He looks sad too, shooting me an apologizing look.

"Oh... that's alright. Good things never stay for long." I breathe a humorless chuckle at my own comment, looking down at my feet, playing with the small rocks over the sidewalk.

"I'm sorry." His tone is guilty and I chuckle again, finding it funny how he blames himself while it's not his fault at all.

"That's alright!" I grin. "Don't make me repeat myself."

Mikey cracks a sad smile and steps closer, raising his arms open. Getting the hint, I hug him, enjoying the sensation of having his arms around myself. He's warm. Comfortable and pleasant. His cologne was already noticeable but I can smell it better now with my face on his shoulder; it smells nice.

Finally, we pull away and once again look at each other sadly. "Have a safe trip." I say in a poor attempt to sound cheerful.

"Stay safe." Mikey says to me, his lips' corners curling up in an also poor attempt to look normal.

And there we stand, for at least half a minute, looking at each other—wanting to say something but not knowing what. Concluding it wouldn't lead anywhere, I turn around and walk to my house's front door, already feeling like there's a weight over my chest; back to the old boring life.

My hand touches the cold doorknob and I'm about to turn it when my name being called by Mikey interrupts me. "What?" I face him, who approaches and stands in front of me.

"I..." He trails off, seeming insecure. He exhales and sucks in a breath, simultaneously seeming more confident. "It may sound crazy, but... do you want to go to New Jersey with me?" Frozen, I stare at him with widened eyes. Is he serious? "You can stay over at my house until you can buy yours, there you'll find a better job and all..."

"Mikey..." I pause, a sea of words flooding my head and I try to choose the right ones. "I-I— It'd take time until I got stable on something-"

"You don't need to repay me later." He blinks, smiling nicely. "I just want to help you. You clearly want a life better than the one you got here and there's no way you'll do it here." I stutter, in another attempt to argue but he continues before I can formulate anything. "More or less one person in the car won't make any difference in the gas' price. I can help you get a job as soon as we get to New Jersey. I've worked in a comic store and they'll gladly accept someone recommended by me." He grins, breathing a light chuckle. "What do you say?" His voice swings in a sudden wave of insecurity.

"I..." I crack a grin, starting to giggle helplessly. What do I have to lose, after all? "Of course!" I hug him, receiving a happy grin in return as his arms wrap around my torso once again. "New Jersey, here I go!" I jump lightly, almost making the both of us fall, chuckling.

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Tagging list: @lubbockshusband

[fandom-scatteredthoughtsonpaper]

OBEY ME DARK AU

Act 1 Rough Outline

Summary (Event):

Trapped in a virtualistic world merged with the House of Lamentation, MC is left alone to figure out how to rescue the brothers from their twisted situations while trying to stay alive themselves long enough to help

Main Characters:

MC and the brothers

Secondary Characters:

Barbatos and Diavolo

Setting:

The Demon Lord's Castle (briefly)

The House of Lamentation

ACT 1

A.1 Forewarning - Forewording

- Barbatos invites MC over for lunch and tea before the main event kicks off, and he offers MC two Greek coins and an ominous smile

A.2 Introduction/Prologue

- Levi gets an experimental game that he won to test trial from a preliminary contest

- He invites Mammon and MC to play the horror-based VR game

- As Levi is setting stuff up, unbeknownst to the three, MC's powers lash out and merge with the elemental aspects of game

- The moment the three go into the simulated environment immediate reality and virtual reality merge and the real horror begins

A.3 Tutorial - Mammon

- MC is in the altered House of Lamentation

a. The HoL has a new atmosphere to it that is unsettling and chilling

- The front door is locked and the view outside the windows is blackened, their D.D.D. has no connection

a. The House is disconnected from the real world and placed in a stasis until the game is beaten

- They begin investigating around the foyer and downstairs before going upstairs, hearing muffled banging

- The noise gets louder when MC approaches Satan's room

- MC goes into Satan's room

- His room is messier with books than normal, with shelves missing tomes and books opened and abandoned or scattered haphazardly on the floor

- MC gets closer to Satan as he's fumbling and agonizing, clutching a hand to his head

- When MC finally gets his attention, Satan shoves a spell book into their hands and abruptly pushes them back out of the room, slamming the door hard behind them

- MC returns to their room to cast a protection spell (safe room)

- Taking a moment to collect themselves, MC freezes when they hear a voice behind them - it's Mammon

- Mammon is very different from the regular Mammon that MC has grown to know

a. He's in his demon form but it's not the regular form; it's more demonic and sharp

b His attitude is much more egotistical and a cruel vibe emanates from him; his smirk is foreign to his face; there's a selfish and uncaring glint in his glowing eyes

- Brief and skeletal interaction of what happens with Mammon

a. MC is frozen in place by uncertainty and fear; drops the book they were holding when they realize someone was in their room

b. Mammon talks and gets up from MC's bed and approaches MC, backing them up to the door and grabbing their face and squeezing their cheeks

c. Mammon monologues about his intent

d. MC struggles against the tight grip on their face and gets a long scratch on their right cheek that immediately starts bleeding

e. Mammon is furious about the lost blood and grabs MC before tossing them against the closest wall, knocking the air out of MC

f. Mammon puts a tight hold on MC's neck and they start to black out

g. MC struggles against his grip and pleads with him to stop

h. MC says a line or Mammon sees an item (matching ring?) ((something here makes Mammon snap out his mind-controlled state)) and he's momentarily stunned

i. MC notices something in Mammon's eyes that turns his hatefulness blank and Mammon gets a look of clarity and realization but not completely aware

j. Able to get a gasp of air, MC orders Mammon to stop choking them and a pained expression shows on Mammon's face and he passes out on top of them

k. MC recovers, coughing and gulping down air, while sitting up against the wall and situating the passed out Mammon on their lap

- A ping goes off from MC's phone, but they're not bothered with checking it as a noise from the bedroom door has their attention

- A voice seeps into the room and chills MC to their core, clutching Mammon harder to their chest out of sense of dread and protection

This is the first part of the AU. I'll be honest. I have this part pretty much down, but it's the other acts, the next few chapters, that have me stumped on how to progress.

I have scenarios for how the other brothers are interacted with and ideas for how the brothers can be handled when dealing with the manipulative hold on their minds from the game, and I have a muddy vision for an ending

My biggest issues are stringing events together and I've been trying to formulate this AU for a few months, but I'm just not getting much done because my initial thoughts on this AU was just the Mammon scene from a song.

Trying to write an outline for Act 2 and further chapters is really just me staring at a blank wall and getting a headache. I'm debating if I want to ask for help on this AU, because I have the basics and I know what I want to happen. It's just hard for me to progress in-between scenes and killing my drive to write, so I've been putting it on the back burner for other stuff to write, like a thing for Levi's birthday.

So, yeah, there's my blurb and hopefully it explains the slow progress if it means anything to anyone. It's just hard to do this alone when I do well with external feedback.

[drasin]

I got the urge to write some shortfic. This time I used a prompt generator for it, but I thought I could write the next ones at your request.

So if you have something in mind, feel free to send me requests.

Ideas can be general, or more specific. You can write how you want it to end or be surprised by what I can come up with. I accept Johnny/Erron and Kano/Kabal.

In other words, whatever comes to your mind, except smut, cause Tumblr is family friendly kids 😏

Two more guards walked down the hallway chatting with each other. Johnny took the opportunity to get out of hiding and sneak up behind them as quietly as possible. A moment later he reached an empty room. He looked around for safety and closed the door behind him to think about what to do next.

Sneaking around the Black Dragon facility was risky, even more so when the plan was starting to fall apart. Several of Kano's squads had returned earlier than expected and the place was now swarming with enemies. To make things worse, his communicator was out of range. 

Now he needs to come up with something quickly, cause if he gets spotted it will be a real problem. And every further moment of delay threatened exactly that.

"Shit" He cursed quietly frustrated. The room in which he ended up was small, but the next wall also had a door. He approached it with a careful step and opened it slightly to see what appeared to be his desired exit and a group of armed mercenaries.

He quickly assessed his chances at about two to the impossible. There were far too many of them. However, he didn't have many options right now. If he ran he could break through to the outside and catch a signal to the communicator. His squad had set up camp a safe distance away, but not that far. If he was lucky he might be able to wait out the backup.

At worst he would end up as a sieve, but he probably had no other choice.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Cage tensed instantly when the muffled voice reached his ears and a strange hand landed on his shoulder.

Without thinking too long he immediately moved to self-defense.

With a quick, practiced motion, he grabbed his attacker's hand, then turned around, twisted it and aimed his fist as hard as he could at his opponent's face. Hoping to immediately stun him.

"Fuck." As it turned out his opponent was none other than Erron Black. The curse that he threw out of was still only a whisper, though filled with pain. Johnny took a fighting stance, but the man quickly stopped him by raising one hand in the air. "Wait. Fuck." He groaned and straightened up without even hiding the fact that the punch he just got was a decent one. "I want to help you."

Johnny was surprised but didn't lose his vigilance. "What? Why should I trust you?" He asked keeping a safe distance. And in Black's case, a safe distance was one in which he could react adequately if the man decided to use any of his revolvers.

"For example, because you just broke my nose, and I haven't made up my mind yet." He growled through clenched teeth, keeping his hand on his mask. On the outside, they could hear the arrival of more mercenaries. "I don't think you have any better options."

Cage watched Erron as he walked behind the desk that was in the room, then he leaned down and disappeared. "Come on, unless you'd rather stay here."

The soldier walked over to where he had last seen the mercenary, and to his eyes appeared a trapdoor in the floor. He still took a moment to wonder if it was a good idea to follow the cowboy, when suddenly an alarm sounded in the facility.

This meant that Kano had just realized that one of his loot was missing. So with a quick decision, he descended the ladder and closed the hatch behind him.

"You can relax. This tunnel has been out of use for a long time, so they're unlikely to look for you here." Erron was already sitting at the ground leaning against the wall. "At the end is a hidden exit. Five hundred meters from the base."

Johnny wanted to say something, or maybe ask, but his attention was distracted by the man's face. His mask lay covered in blood on the ground and Black was just fixing his nose. A slight crunch was followed by a quiet hiss as well. He tilted his head back, massaging the bridge of his nose with his fingers. A trickle of blood ran down his mouth and chin, leaving marks on his dark blue shirt.

Now Cage completely forgot what he wanted to say. However, he decided to move closer to the mercenary and crouch down in front of him. "The bleeding shouldn't be directed inward." He said, reaching into one of the pouches by his pants for some sterile gauze.

Black followed his instruction and straightened his head looking after Cage's hands.

Johnny, used to treating soldiers from his squad, reflexively wiped the blood from the Erron's chin himself. He ran the cotton wool up over his lips until he reached his nose to stop the bleeding. During the whole process he stared at the always covered part of the cowboy's face. Now he realized he was seeing it for the first time.

And somehow it just... fits him. The shapely jaw, lips expressing indifference, and the slight stubble that scratched at his fingertips.

Finally, Erron's hand snapped him out of his trance. A leather gloves touched his fingers to hold the bandage himself. "Thanks." The mercenary muttered and then their eyes met.

Johnny withdrew his own hand somewhat awkwardly and coughed.

"So why did you actually help me when you work for Kano?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"I was working for him. I just gave a... resignation, calling him all sorts of things at the same time." One of the corners of his mouth went up, which didn't escape Cage's notice. "So when I saw you it was honestly more driven by a desire to make him angry than altruism."

Johnny let out a sincere sound of amusement. "Well, what I stole from him is sure to enrage him." The slight smile didn't leave his face. "So why don't you come with me?" He asked a bit uncertainty, and when Black threw him a questioning glance he added; "Well if you still want to get on his nerves, I'm sure there will be some work for you."

Erron smiled a little wider. "Sure, I was going to start sending out resumes anyway."

Johnny now more calmly got up from the ground and reached out his hand towards the mercenary. The man accepted the help and allowed the soldier to pull him to his feet.

"Oh, and sorry about the nose." He added after a moment deeming it appropriate.

"Forget it. I asked for it." Black grabbed his mask and with the rest of the clean gauze he wiped off the blood. Luckily for Cage, his nose quickly stopped bleeding. "Or possibly you'll still have time to pay me back." He said hiding a soft smile back behind his mask.

Cage returned the playful look. "Certainly."

[thespiritoflife]

💃- PHOTOGRAPH

{based on photograph by Ed Sheeran}

~MUGGLE AU~

Third Person POV

Light streamed from the TV in the living room of the Malfoy Household, a shocked young woman standing in front of it.

"Hermione....HERMIONE!" A voice came from the phone. "Are you there?"

"Harry, Harry this can't be true, right?" She said in hopes that he might just tell it is a joke. "It's on National Television 'Mione....it's true", his somber voice came through.

Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes

But it's the only thing that I know

"But, Draco..... Is he... Will he...." She gulped unable to finish her sentence. Harry sighed softly on the other side. He may be a part of the Interpol, and though he was on his way to the scene, there was only so many things he could get to know through the phone.

Draco had gone on a business trip. Being a famous and rich businessman guaranteed a few death-threats, that meant that next to none were taken seriously. Only this time they should have.

When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes

It is the only thing makes us feel alive

Bomb blasts were not an everyday thing. So when it happened to a loved one, you tend to freak out. So that's exactly what Hermione Granger-Malfoy had done, because she didn't know if her husband was alive. If he was coming home to her and their unborn baby.

We keep this love in a photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing

Hearts are never broken

And time's forever frozen still

Hermione crumbled to the floor. She looked over the TV at the wall with a picture timeline from the time she moved in with him till the most recent picture of them looking at each other with their hands folded together over her 7-month pregnant belly.

She placed her hand over her belly as she slowly walked to the wall taking the picture off it. Harry had told her she couldn't call Draco because they didn't know if it was safe for any of them. So, she did the next best thing.

She started looking at videos of Draco, lying down in bed with the volume at full and clutching the photograph to her chest. Not daring to think of anything but that moment in the photograph, silent tears streaming off her face as she slowly lulled herself to sleep.

So you can keep me

Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet

You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home

She awoke to the sound of her ringtone. She slowly lifted her head from the pillow to look at the clock on her nightstand showing 11:00 a.m. Just then the feeling of the previous day hit her again as she remembered the tragedy.

The ringtone stopped only for it to start again a second later. She checked the caller ID, picking up the phone only because it was Harry, hoping to hear something, anything about Draco.

Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul

And it's the only thing that I know, know

Harry didn't disappoint. She quickly got out of bed not bothering to take anything except her coat and keys before locking the door and rushing to the car.

Harry told her that he was in St.Mungo's Hospital with Draco and that's all she needed to here before she was on her way there.

I swear it will get easier

Remember that with every piece of you

Hm, and it's the only thing we take with us when we die

She rushed into the hospital, going as fast as she could barely stopping to ask which room Draco was in. Hearing he was in the ICU only made her heart beat faster. The closer she went to the ICU ward, the slower she felt her movements were and her heartbeat was so loud and clear.

She saw Harry in front of a room next to Ron and Neville. Neville was being treated for a scratch on his arm by Luna, a nurse. He didn't look that bad and that gave her little more hope.

Harry rushed to her side giving her a hug and stroking her back, whispering at her to calm down. He pulled back slightly to look her in the eye before telling her that the doctors said Draco will be fine and they're only checking to make sure they're right.

Hm, we keep this love in this photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing

Hearts were never broken

And time's forever frozen still

She slowly touched the pocket of her jeans, realising there was something in there. The photograph. She slowly sat down still staring at the photo barely listening to Harry say something about Ginny bringing Teddy and James along with some food.

All she saw that time was that photo. That smile. That memory. She smiled for the first time after hours of worrying and crying. It was small and soft smile but a smile nonetheless, as hope slowly restored itself in her.

So you can keep me

Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet

You won't ever be alone

Finally, after two hours of waiting. After Ginny had arrived with the kids and food, the Dr.Dean came out of the room with a contend smile.

"He's awake." He said. A chorus of sighs went around the waiting area. "One of you can go and see him. Only one."

Everyone looked at Hermione as she got up with a nervous but happy smile and walked into the room.

She opened the door and Draco looked up from the bed he was sitting up in and locked eyes with her. At that moment, nothing else mattered.

She let out a sob before rushing to his side. Despite having his left hand in a cast because of a sprain and recently relocated shoulder, he grinned so wide at the sight of his wife.

Hermione gently threw her arms around Draco burying her face in his good shoulder as he wound his arm around her as tight as he could.

And if you hurt me

That's okay baby, only words bleed

Inside these pages you just hold me

And I won't ever let you go

Wait for me to come home

Wait for me to come home

Wait for me to come home

Wait for me to come home

Then Hermione pulled back a bit, angry. "You little shit!" Draco chuckled as Hermione screamed. "You had me so worried! I was crying and here you are LAUGHING!" She punched his arm.

"Ow", he said, still smiling. "I'm sorry.....okay? You know I would never do that to you on purpose."

"I know! It's just, I love you so much and I don't ever want to lose you." Hermione said looking down at the floor as tears threatened to fall again.

"Hey", Draco said softly, pulling her to sit next to him on the bed. "I love you too, so much, and I won't leave you. I promise. I'll always come back to you and our baby. "

Oh, you can fit me

Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen

Next to your heartbeat where I should be

Keep it deep within your soul

He looked at the picture in her hand and smiled softly at the memory. He kissed Hermione softly on her forehead and touched his forehead to hers closing his eyes and relishing the feeling.

Hermione too soaked up as much of him as she could slowly angling her head up to capture his lips with hers in a soft but passionate kiss committing every single thing about him to memory.

Not knowing what would happen in the unpredictable future they both made a silent promise to keep the other close to their hearts even when the other was far away.

And if you hurt me

Well, that's okay baby, only words bleed

Inside these pages you just hold me

And I won't ever let you go

Draco kissed Hermione again and softly murmured that he would never go anywhere until their baby was born.

"I promise", he said,"Nothing will tear me away from you."

"I will hold you to it." Hermione said half- laughing and half-crying. It was just settling in, how lucky they were.

They will get through it all. They will be ready for all the danger that comes knocking at their door.

When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me

Under the lamppost back on Sixth street

Hearing you whisper through the phone

"Wait for me to come home"

They were a family. Even death won't tear them apart. And even if it does, they will be alright, because they will always find their way back to each other.

They'll wait for each other. They'll always find each other. Because that is how strong love is.

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Hello, Bianca! ☺💘 Thank you.

So let's do it!!

💃

WOW.

One word describes this story so well and that word is word WOW.

I loved reading this. I usually don't read stories where Draco is paired with Hermione, but this was really good. 👏

I liked that you were inspired by the song and that you wrote verses there for individual situations. 😍 It was really cool and so original!

I was so touched... because Hermione still had that photo. AND SHE WAS PREGNANT. I WAS AFRAID THAT BABY WON'T HAVE A DAD!! So I was in tension what will happen..👀

It was that really .. touching, moving.. and I'm so glad you didn't kill Draco, but left him alive !!!

And I also like that you involved other characters in the story, for example: Harry and Ginny, Neville, Luna, ... I liked that they were so protective, helpful and understanding of Hermione!!

And god, i love that end. It's so beautiful !!! Especially these lines:

They were a family. Even death won't tear them apart. And even if it does, they will be alright, because they will always find their way back to each other.

They'll wait for each other. They'll always find each other. Because that is how strong love is.

I love this story, i don't think it has any negatives, it's perfect! I think you should post it!! People will adore it!

I hope you like my review!!

Thank you again and have a nice day!! 💜❤

[guigz1-coldwar]

'Only time' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Only time"

"Freya, what I need right now is only time....I'm trying to stay strong !"

Chapter Summary : Yirina has managed to survive & won during the trigger memories Stitch & Freya forced her to relive but since they thought to have won....she needed to play the second act.....

To read it on AO3, click here !

Words : +3300

Taglist : @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart

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They think they have won me....they think they have succeeded to break me and my control over my body by making me relive the same trigger memories that put me to reveal Perseus location 3 years ago and now, they wanted me to....put me back into their ranks but that didn't work and they don't really know that for the moment. I already faced that battle and I knew how things were going to happen, it was also the first time....I disobeyed in those memories, always thinking that I was doomed to follow the orders but I was wrong. Now....I only have to do one thing....

"She's moving her arms, she's awakening !"

"Her eyes are following too !"

I heard these voices back during my trigger memories but now, I could hear them well as my eyes were slowly opening up, blinded by the light that was almost above me, trying to move but still attached to that stretcher, my head hurting me like it did before, half in the vapes until my eyes were now widely open, discovering Freya near me, her hands on the stretcher with Dedov next to her, him looking to an file in his hands until Stitch arrived in the room, going in front of Freya at the other side of the stretcher.

"So, she's awake, it seems." He observed, looking at me before removing his eyes away. "It took almost 2 hours but she's back." He added.

"Her state was mostly stable during that time, nothing to worry about." Dedov affirmed, giving the file to Stitch.

"Where...I am ?" I asked in an low voice, starting my second...act of play....

"It's alright, Yirina." Freya replied, moving slowly to put her hands on my face, stroking my cheeks. "You're safe now with us." She affirmed again, having removed her mask from her face.

"Do you think she still has her memories or not ?" Stitch demanded, handing over the file back to Dedov before looking to me again.

"Guess an test is necessary to know that, sir." He proposed, putting the file away behind him as Freya get her hands off me in an gentle way.

"Well, to start easily, do you remember your name ?" Stitch started, his hands behind his back.

"Uhm...Yirina..Grigoriev ?" I muttered, fainting to think about it and the three nodded, Dedov biting his lips away.

"Good for the moment." He scratched the back of his head, looking thinkful.

"What's the last thing I remember, Yirina ?" Freya questioned, looking worried to be honest, thinking that she didn't want me to lose my memories.

"I don't know." I whispered as in my head, I was looking through some memories that was going inside my head, wanting to find an far away one. "Yes...Afghanistan." I claimed, having found the perfect one.

"Afghanistan ?" Freya & Stitch chuckled in unison, very curious towards me.

"Yes, you don't remember, Freya ?" I said, looking at her with an little grin and also an tear appearing on my left eye. "I...I proposed." I revealed, causing her eyes to go wide.

"You proposed...but to who ?" Stitch demanded, sounding an bit stunned to hear that until he looked at Freya. "Wait, she proposed to you ?" She nodded to him.

"Yes, she did." She grinned an little, taking my left hand in her owns before an feeling of sadness took over her face. "But...this was 4 years ago." She snorted.

"What....4 years ?" I sounded shocked, thinking at first that I was awakening from an coma to them. "What happened ?" I asked, seeing the concerns of their looks as they weren't ready to this. "Freya, tell me." I pleaded.

"I don't know but...." She started, her eyes mixing between Dedov & Stitch...she was surely thinking of an fake story in her head. "Listen, the most important is that you're back with us." She affirmed, suddenly avoiding the subject.

"Yes, she's right." Stitch exclaimed, pointing at her as for me, I knew that I couldn't remember of everything.

"Who are you ?" I faked to not knowing him before I looked at Freya. "Freya, who is he ?" I continued to question her.

"You don't remember Stitch ?" I shook my head to her, still 'wondering' who was that masked man with an black hood near me.

"Dedov, is there any explanations to that ?" Stitch wasn't sounding sad or mad....just normal.

"Well, it seems that the br-....the recovery...." He purposely coughed but in me, I was realizing that they will try everything to hide the brainwashing from me. "It could have saved some of her memories while the others are needing time to be recovered."

"So, as we see, she's still having her memories but they're kinda random." Stitch suggested, putting his hands on the stretcher and Dedov nodded to him.

"Yes but as we have seen, she's not considering herself as another person." Dedov added to that statement, making me 'wonder' why they were talking about another person. "We will might need to make others recovery tests but it will not be before 2 days." He continued, giving his thoughts on the situation.

"It's about the risks to not losing her, I'm correct ?" Freya theorized, still following by an nodding from Dedov.

"We will have more time to do the tests on the other woman." Stitch proclaimed, crossing his arms to look at Park's direction....she was asleep, an few doctors around her....they must have start to drug her, the same situation I faced for days and now, it was her turn...

"Do you know her, Yirina ?" It was Freya that was going to ask me that question for sure, feeling her voice near me as I was looking at Park unconscious.

"No." I lied, cracking in the inside to not acknowledge her. "Is she...someone you're trying to save too ?" I asked back, looking at the three of them.

"Yes, we're trying to save her too." Freya claimed, feeling the whole lie behind her voice.

"She's suffering the same fate as you, Grigoriev." Stitch quoted, trying to be funny to me, that wasn't working at all. "Anyway, Dedov, you continue to direct the test for Park to see when we can start." He ordered in an clear voice to hom, causing him to salute and join the doctors near Park, leaving me alone with Stitch & Freya. "What now ?"

"Now ?" Freya was an bit strangely happy to be honest.  "I'm bringing her with me to my quarters." She admitted, sending me chills in my body to hear that.

"Wait, you're actually saying that you want her to be with you, to roam that base freely ?" Stitch protested, almost slamming his fists against the stretcher.

"She will stay with me all the time between each test, nothing to worry about." She exclaimed, trying to reason him.

"That might be the stupidest plan I have ever heard." He objected as Freya was starting to removing the links of the stretcher to set me free.

"She's one of us, remember ?" She seemed to correct him, removing the link that was avoiding my legs to move before finishing by my hands & chest, making me fully free after hours on that thing.

"Why I was attached ?" I demanded, making round with my both hands to relax them better from the links. "Was it because I did hurt someone ?"

"No, not at all, it was for your safety." Freya replied, helping to get up back on my feets, keeping her hands on me in case.

"Before you go with her, I need to talk to you about an important detail." Stitch interrupted her as she was starting to go away with me out of the medical room. "Without her, of course." He corrected him.

"Yirina, await me outside, okay ?" She ordered to me and I nodded, opening the door for me and let me go outside with me staying near the door, back closed by her.

Honestly, I could have run away and escape this place but...I wasn't going to let them have Park, she was still in that room behind me, been experimented on, surely going to brainwash her and I have to do something. I tried to put my ears to listen about what the two were going to talk about but it was mostly muffling and the only real audibles parts I could hear was about Sonya themselves but I couldn't listen to everything until the door opened again by Freya, having some luck to have removed my ears seconds before.

Then, I was now obliged to follow her for the first time, not been handcuffed or drugged but I was master of my own movements in those hallways and for the first time, I could discover the outside in days. Unfortunately, it was already the night and I couldn't exactly know where this location was but it was surely an military base. Freya was explaining that she was going to help me relive some memories of my life and for that, I was going to live with her in her own personal quarters in another part of the base in an building.

"Here we are !" She said after we got inside an big building that was near an small airstrip and then, in front of an door that I supposed to be her quarters. "Welcome home, Yiri." She whispered, opening the door, to make me discover where she was living in this base : it was modest but looking like an officer quarters.

"Is this where you live ?" I asked her and she nodded as I enter the room first thanks to her.

"Exactly, we've been established here for an month now." She replied, closing the door behind me as she passed near by, removing her military vest off her, going to the king-sized bed....maybe better than the bed in that cell. "We're making some operations against our enemies."

"Okay." I muttered, watching her undressing her on that bed without moving at all from my position.

"You're not coming ?" She stopped herself, watching me like a site block.

"I don't know...should I ?" I demanded, pointing at her.

"Of course and you're looking tired." She responded, removing her pants before she tapped next to her, the position she wanted to give me on that bed. "Come on, don't be shy." She told me, looking at me, unsure until I resigned myself to do so and join her in the bed but not even removing my clothes. "Take them off, Yiri, it's fine."

"No, I'm better with them." I expressed, installing myself in the bed, looking at the other direction while my head was hold by my right hand. I couldn't really remove my clothes here, uncomfortable to do so.

"If you want..." She chuckled before she put her arm around my chest, wanting to keep me with her. "I told you that I will bring you home." She affirmed in an clear voice, holding me firmly as I was blank stare, looking at the wall away....I need an plan....

I know that I needed to talk to someone and that particular person was none other than Bell....me...myself. She's the one who told me that I was going to hold on & fight, that I will maybe won that fight and that my help was going to be in the inside and all of this was true, she saw what happened but I needed to know more. As I thought to find myself on that airstrip in Turkey or that cliff in Solovetsky, it was another place I found myself in : the old CIA safehouse in West-Berlin...E9...

This place was looking empty of people but it was looking used with an lot of paperworks on the desks all around and that dashboard.....that dashboard full of intels we got over the days in 1981. It was weird to go back here even if it was only an dream and I was just alone until I saw an figure of myself, working at Park's old desk...the place I was also used to work on...Bell was still wearing the same outfit from Solovetsky.

"I know you will do it." She started, going up from the seat she was sitting on as I was leaned against Adler's desk. "I told you that you will won that fight." She added with an smile on her face.

"You did, thanks." I thanked her with my gratitude, an grin on my face.

"No, no need to thanks me, I'm just yourself." She scoffed, raising her shoulders before she arrived near me.

"You told me that my help was going to be in the inside, you were right." I admitted, crossing my arms to remember about what happened. "These americans soldiers, they....they were like now aware of my state and they tried to help me."

"And they did help you." She affirmed, making an tap on my shoulder. "You broke the control that Stitch had on you, allowing you to make your own choices in that memory." She added, giving me an explanation of my moves.

"I didn't know how it happened but disobeying these orders...." I stopped myself, thinking about how I could disobey the orders without consequences. "Was it something that could have been done ?"

"Yes, we just done it." She smiled, not realizing my seriousness of my question but I decided to not say anything else, looking at Perseus picture on the dashboard. "But I'm afraid that this victory is short-living." She muttered, looking down.

"What do you mean ?" I demanded, worried.

"They're thinking that they won you back  but if more tests are happening, they will really win you !" She revealed, realizing the danger of the situation. "You have only an short time to think of something." She ordered, clearly.

"I'll try but if they're limiting my movements, it isn't going to be easy." I said, getting up from the desk to get next to the dashboard. "And I'm not going away without Park." I told Bell, already knowing that perfectly.

"I know...I know." She exclaimed, walking next to me. "You have only one day to make it count but I know you will do this." She added, both now looking at Perseus picture.

"I'll try." I repeated in an low voice as my eyes were getting narrowed by themselves, slowly meaning that it was the end of that memory....

"I'll try to find an plan, we will soon leave this place !"

I needed an plan....that all I needed to do for the upcoming day where I couldn't know what I was going to do while been under the look of Freya herself. That thought was the first thing I had when I woke up the morning of that day to the sounds from the outside and since days, I could directly see the light of the sun coming through the window, reassuring me and bringing an smile on my face despite having an bit of pain at my chest, signifying that Freya's hold on me was an bit too firm.

When I got sit on the side of the bed, I could discover that Freya wasn't with me on the bed, her former clothes all over the floor and I could hear her inside an room...probably her own bathroom, taking an shower. I preferred to wait for her actually on the bed to come back but it seems that she was taking her time in it, causing me without actually wanting to do it, to got up from the bed and to go to the door.

"Freya ?" I knocked two times against the door, not so noisy knocks and in an low voice, looking down.

"Yirina, it's you ?" She asked me as the sound of water going out from an shower was not audible anymore.

"Yes, it's me." I responded, wondering if it was too late to go back to my tracks and on that bed.

"Good, you can come in." She suggested and without hesitation that I should have in me, I opened the door to enter the bathroom....guess it was too late to step back now. As I thought...she was partially naked, only starting to cover herself with an towel when I enter.

"You could have told me about that." I expressed, an bit blushing on my face by seeing her like that.

"Why should I ?" She raised an eyebrow with an smile. "We're engaged, remember ?" She make me remember of that from the memory I told her....feeling so bad for Sonya at this moment....They're loving her but it seems that it isn't reciprocal....I'm not loving her....but I had to act....

"I know, it's just...." I stopped myself to get sit on the side of the bath just next to me. "I'm troubled by an lot of things, Freya." I told her, joining my hands together once sit.

"It's okay." She whispered, sitting next to me, putting her left hand over mine. "Listen, you know that I'm here to help you." She affirmed again her lies as I kept an straight face to her.

"What's going to happen today ?" I demanded, wanting to know deeply.

"I'm going to make you walk around freely in the base, hoping to make you remember of things." She replied, not even flinching her eyes away from me. "It's going to be an lot of days before you could remember of everything right & good for me." She added, knowing that it was for 'her & them' in terms of good & right.

"And those tests ?" I questioned her, curious about it.

"You know what ? We should stop talking about this." She proclaimed as she start to make me look in her eyes and my hands to go around her waist....I know what she wanted but....shit, I have to act despite been weakened by that in the inside.

"What are you doing ?" I asked in an normal lowed voice, almost breathless.

"Helping you remember." She breathed she pulled me in for an kiss on my lips.

She was going to do it anyways and I had no choices but to get along with it, feeling ashamed of what I was doing but she was starting to go further by going up and making me move, holding my  hands, inside the shower before continuing to kiss me...removing her own towel off her, back to be naked before she decided to action the shower wanting to tense the kiss by making me & her wet.

I was starting to struggle inside of me to stop that kiss but more she was doing it, more I was going to fall deeply and in fact, that kiss was only broking me because of many things....Sonya's love with Freya and Freya who seems to not give an fuck about it. It was only after an few moments after she actioned the shower that I finally found the courage to actually act freely, breaking her control over me.

"Wait, stop !" I said in an clear voice, stopping the shower with my right hand before leaving the shower, all wet because of her.

"Yirina, come back." She pleaded, staying inside the shower. "What's wrong, Yiri." She demanded from me as I moved to clean up the wet redhead hair of me.

"I need time !" I replied in an harsh tone to her, feeling ashamed of that kiss I did, looking myself through the mirror. "I know that you & me are an thing but what happened to me, that sudden loss of memories." I added, passing my hand with the towel through my hair.

"Yes but I'm helping you, remember ?" She told me in an low voice, taking back her own towel on the ground as I was finished to clean up.

"Maybe but...I need time." I repeated again, turning around to not look at her at all. "I love you but I need to stay strong and for the moment, I need to stay focused and strong." I continued, giving my thoughts on the situation, between good & wrong. "I know that you're at my side but that...I don't think it's really helping me." I claimed.

"Yirina..." She whispered before stopping herself.

"I know, you're trying to help me but not like that." I admitted as I moved near the opened door to lean myself against the door frame, turned to the bedroom direction, not able to look at her in the eyes with that attire....

"I just want some time to think freely...and an plan to stay strong."