#he be sparklin

[stvrmaker]

This is the yarn of a killer Bella.

Crying a bit because photographing today I realized my phone can’t really capture the fact that i used a special yarn for Edwards skin so he literally sparkles in the sun 😭 Please just believe me.

[jiminiecrickets]

HONEY POT. PJM / KTH / M!READER

summary. there's something wrong with the popular kids at this small-town high school. something deeply, viscerally, hauntingly wrong...

wc. 8.8k

tags. smut | top!reader, bottom!tae, switch!jimin, jimin in skirts and heels, voyeurism, multiple orgasms, biting, spitroasting, brief daddy kink (r. receiving), gratuitous blood/gore, blood as lube (from another wound), cultism & religious fervour, cannibalism, murder

note. happy halloween!! i began this in early august to be on time, but uh, we know how that turned out :')

"—and i was like, no, that isn't how this works! i'm literally the best he's ever had, why would he ever wanna break up with me? i even bought him that stupid walkman he kept whining about and he still went and cheated on me and then tried to dump me. me! how could he?"

"well, he was already on his way to being a forty-year-old junkie who lives in a trailer park and hates life. he could've had so much with you. he'll realise how much he messed up – he'll get his karma."

"i know, i know... you're right. i just wish he could've been nicer. could've saved us both the trouble."

jimin lifts his soft dark eyes from his pink handheld mirror. he smacks his glossy lips and shuts the mirror with a clack, crossing his legs the other way and leaning back against the steps of the steel bleachers. he glances up at taehyung, who sits one step above him.

dressed in a cropped, pale pink shirt and blue jeans, taehyung fans his hot face with chunky rings on each finger, eyes lifted to the sky in a futile effort to hold back tears. jimin had already helped him redo his makeup in the bathroom, and this wasn't the first time taehyung had cried over a boy. poor thing just had too big of a heart – he wasn't made for modern boys and their vices.

jimin sucks on his teeth and sighs, turning forwards to lord over the verdant grassy field, where the senior boys are engaged in tryouts for college football teams. "don't worry, honey. we'll find the right one for you eventually. maybe try an athlete? the artsy ones are always such snobs."

"oh, they aren't all that bad, really," taehyung mumbles, patting the corners of his damp eyes lightly. "anyway, they all want you, not me. they're not into anyone who isn't a cheerleader."

"you're being silly. they just don't think you're interested – you keep rejecting them." jimin scours the field, tucking his dark hair behind his ear. a diamond stud flashes under the sun. he reaches out and touches taehyung's knee, leaning in for secrecy he doesn't need. "how about that one?"

"he called me a sour bitch. no."

"and that one?"

"he made me do all the work on a paired project and took my ninety-eight for himself. no."

jimin purses his lips, eyes flickering between their faces, warm and shining under the sun. all around, they looked quite similar – all fairly muscular, with the same lazy grins. not bad for eye-candy, he supposes, but taehyung is a romantic, which is how anyone he dates manages to bury themselves so deeply in his heart.

motion by the changing rooms on the other side of the field. jimin's eyes flick over naturally, and they widen.

strong, handsome, and, most importantly, taehyung is already looking at him.

he keeps his watchful gaze discreet, following the figure as he crosses the field and joins the coach to speak with him briefly. he is handed a football, which he tosses and spins in his hands a few times, and the coach gathers a few lounging boys to help out.

they spread out, and the tryout begins.

jimin isn't an expert on the game, only knows the basics, but he knows how to read a man – and the coach is clearly impressed by what he sees. jimin observes quietly, crossing his legs and uncrossing them, as he runs circles around the rest of the boys, leaving them far in the dust.

at last, when the boys are huffing and puffing with their hands on their heads and the cute one takes his time wandering back to the coach – after meeting jimin's eyes for a quick, sparkling second – jimin turns his head in taehyung's direction.

"what about... that one?"

taehyung huffs, pressing his knees together and resting his elbows on them. jimin doesn't mention how his gaze flicks to his shoes before meeting jimin's, almost as if he didn't want to be caught looking. he gives the footballer a once-over, then inspects his nails. "too tall."

jimin watches him push back his cuticles with his thumbnail, those thick dark lashes brushing his fine cheekbones. his prettiness makes him a honeypot for invariably bad people, and though jimin feels for him, he can't say he wants him to stop trying. everyone has their place in the world – even cheaters and liars. taehyung's relationships make it easier to weed them out for proper atonement.

"are you sure?" jimin asks carefully, tilting his head. "he looks like just your type."

"i don't have a type," taehyung sighs. "if i did, it'd make finding people that much harder."

eventually, jimin hums, and turns away to watch the tryouts.

out of sight, taehyung's shoulders slump slightly, and he exhales shakily. he nibbles on the edge of his nail as his eyes follow a figure lifting a water bottle to his lips. his sweat-shining throat bobs as he swallows rapidly, and a trickle of water escapes from the corner of his lips; it trails down his neck to soak into the collar of his shirt. he wipes it away without much thought. taehyung presses his thighs together.

suddenly, jimin turns back to him, propping his chin on his palm. his eyes are big and innocent as he asks, "hey, tae? you know that ex we were talking about earlier? i want his address."

"o-oh, um – just to make him sorry, right?"

"yeah. he will be."

taehyung swallows. "yes. okay. is it bad that i feel... that i pity him?"

jimin giggles, sweet and high like a bell. he squeezes taehyung's knee. "you're my best friend. i'm not going to let anyone get away with hurting you. you know that."

"mhm, i know. just make sure nobody sees you, alright? i don't want you getting in trouble for vandalism or something."

"oh, my charges would definitely include more than petty vandalism, but you know me – i cannot be caged!" he jumps to his feet and stretches high above his head, his shirt riding up to expose a sliver of pure, unblemished skin. the way he scrunches his nose slightly makes taehyung's heart flutter.

he exhales softly as his neck cracks, and he flashes taehyung a quick smile as he packs up his pin-studded messenger bag and slings it over his shoulder. "you can give me his address after school, but don't leave it too late. don't forget about the curfew. i have to go for now, but you make sure you take care of yourself, okay? if you feel too sad to study, i'm sure my mother would let you go home early if you asked."

taehyung hums and nods, leaning forward on the bench as jimin skips down the bleachers until his ivory pumps make a satisfying clack on the concrete base. "your nepo-baby status is really helpful sometimes, y'know?"

jimin beams, his eyes crinkling to crescents. "i know! see you around, honey. love you!"

"love you," taehyung echoes, and watches him go. his all-white outfit makes him as bright as the moon, and just as breathtaking. effortlessly, he carves a path through the crowds like moses and the red sea, perfectly oblivious to the power he wields over them all.

taehyung sighs and turns back to watch the tryouts, and that one special player right in the middle. just as he wishes you'd come and cheer him up, you glance over, grass stains on your shorts and a new bruise on your knee. as you meet his gaze, the biggest grin splits your face. you wave with your whole arm and taehyung giggles to himself, hiding his warm cheeks behind his knuckles as he lifts one shy hand.

his heart races. for you, he'll keep up this masquerade. this was a dangerous neck of the woods, and he wouldn't let anything steal you away – not even jimin.

he's waiting patiently for you at the edge of the field when you finally manage to break off from your mates. his slim fingers dance lightly over your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. as quickly as his touch arrives, it vanishes, his arms once more wrapped around his body like a hug.

"hey," he greets softly.

"hey yourself," you reply, amusement light on your tongue. "i saw you earlier. i hope you didn't get bored watching me chase after a ball like a dog."

he huffs. "what are you saying? dogs are cute. you were cute. i like seeing you bound across the field – you make for some especially tasty eye-candy, sweating and panting like that."

"do i, now?" you say playfully, leaning against the steel fence. he leans in too, matching your smile with a pretty, half-bitten one of his own. his lashes flutter as you tease a kiss, the tip of your nose brushing his cheek. "next thing i know, you'll be begging to lick me up."

he clicks his tongue, turning away from your almost-kiss in half-assed defiance. "tch. here i am, trying to be sweet, and you ruin it all. boys like you have only one thing on their minds."

"hey, you started it! besides, are you telling me you wouldn't wanna taste of my lollipop?" you smirk, gazing at his side profile. he's drop dead gorgeous, all full lips and big eyes, and you could easily while away your days doing nothing but admiring the symmetry of his features.

taehyung rolls his eyes, but there's no heat to it. he sniffs. "you wish. you wouldn't last long enough to enjoy the view."

you place a hand over your heart. "careful, pretty boy, or you and your mean insults could remain part of me for a long, long time. words hurt, you know?"

"what do i have to be careful for? you like me too much to do any lasting damage to me. it's nice, really. nice to know you love me – in your own, silly little way." he pokes your chest, and you catch his hand in yours and lift his knuckles to your lips. the ghost of a kiss shivers over his skin.

"silly?" you parrot, returning his hand to him with a knowing look. you rest your hip against the top of the chain-link fence, casting a glance casually over the field. "you think my acts of love are silly?"

taehyung hums, leaning over and grasping your chin. he turns your face towards him. "'sweet', then – that's probably a better word for it. none of my exes ever did what you do for me. not even close. i'm sorry, baby – please don't pout."

"i'm glaring, actually," you huff. "this is my glaring face."

"don't, you'll get wrinkles," taehyung chides. he glances around, and swiftly, like a little bird, flits up on his toes to press his lips against your cheek. in the blink of an eye, he settles back into place on his side of the fence. he sighs, and a sudden weight slumps his shoulders. you straighten, turning towards him properly.

"he noticed you," he says, his voice lower than usual. "pointed you out to me as a potential boyfriend."

the smile you were wearing drops like a stone. "he did?"

taehyung doesn't trust himself to speak; he nods instead, staring at his shoes.

"well," you say, at a loss for words. "i mean, he's tiny. what's he gonna do to me?"

his head snaps up and the intensity of his gaze catches you off-guard. "don't underestimate him. you can't. he – he can do more than hurt you. he'll ruin you.

"no, no – don't roll your eyes," he snaps. "i know, i sound paranoid, but you haven't even been here for six months. you haven't seen what i've seen." his focus flickers to your surroundings, and he seems uncomfortable even when he leans in to whisper. "please. keep away from him, don't tell anyone about us, and for the love of god, stop visiting my house after curfew. he's whip-smart – he notices it once, he'll catch on like that." he snaps his fingers. "also, we have a change of plans. mark's off the table – jimin wants him."

at that, the corners of your mouth turn down. you cross your arms. "not if i get there first."

"baby – baby, look at me. you can't risk it."

"fuck," you hiss between your teeth. you clear your throat and wipe the expression off your face, flawless neutrality taking its place. it still simmers under your skin, but it's always easier to sweep something under the rug than clean it up. "fine. i can bring a friend over tonight instead. it'll be easy enough – these sheep will follow me anywhere. we can... have him for dinner."

taehyung's eyes glimmer, the hint of a smile playing at his lips. the worry's sloughed off his shoulders for now, and that's as good as you can hope. "i've always loved your lamb steaks. i've been waiting for this – for you. i'll be at yours by seven sharp."

"wear your pretty clothes," you hum almost offhandedly as you survey your fellow students. there's not a care in the world in those empty heads. "something black – and sexy."

taehyung flicks his bangs out of his eyes. "everything i wear is sexy. you'd do well to remember that."

"yes, dear."

—

his hands shake. that oil-heat, sweat-sheen, bone-crunch. his breath rattles through his lungs like the tongue of a too-small bell.

the weight of the kitchen knife in his hand is too much – he lifts it, and it tilts forward dangerously, trembling in his red-wet palm. the silver glimmers and flickers under the yellow shed lights.

a warmth behind him, a sturdy presence – tender hands slide down his arms, tracing him from collarbone to wrist like a delicate porcelain doll. they fold around his slim fingers, big scarred knuckles too worn to be a boxer's – they wear gloves for protection.

"split the skin shallow, so you don't pierce the meat," you murmur, your breath hot against his ear. you guide his hands with your own, slowly pressing down until the pop of released pressure signifies the beginning of the cut. "all the way down, just like that... good. you slip the knife under the skin and peel it back, making a scything or slicing motion to cut the membrane. long, slow strokes to control the angle of the blade. you want the meat nice and lean."

the night is still and silent outside, not a cricket or dog to be heard. the rushing of taehyung's pulse is loud enough for them all. he can feel your excitement against him – the quickened breathing, the thudding heart, the hitched gasp when his grip tightens on the knife and steadies.

"perfect," you croon in his ear, an undercurrent of a growl echoing beneath your words. "take your time. i want your first time to be..."

you shift against him, and he feels something prod his backside. he bites down on the inside of his cheek to silence himself and takes a deep, shaky breath, pressing down with the knife. sinew and muscle part easily under the sharpened blade.

"it's easier," he whispers, barely a breath, "than i thought it would be."

"you're doing very well, but remember, i'm guiding you. you won't find a better person to teach you."

your hands are big and knowledgeable over his own, each arc of the knife steady and precise. the blood warms his skin up to the knuckles, but it pales in comparison to your own, smeared up past your wrists in a deep ruby red. a bucket by the leg of the table is full of gore, intestines wrapped around a bladder and stomach and hacked-off chunks of fat. it was a job too bloody and slippery to give to your pretty shrike.

"this will be your steak," you hum, stroking the heavy, lick-wet cut of meat almost reverentially. you press your lips to his shoulder, then to his temple. he can feel your smile against his skin. "perfect knifework. it's almost as if you've done it before."

"well, it's like you said," taehyung breathes, gently placing it in the metal bowl at the top of the table. a secondary bowl beside it is already filled with some lesser cuts of meat, which you'd done to kill time before his arrival. "there's no better person to teach me."

he turns around in your arms, carefully linking his bloodied fingers behind your head. he noses your jaw, his lips brushing over yours. the strappy black top he wears clings to him like a second skin, and the gap between it and the top of his pants reveals his toned stomach, flexing now as he presses his hips against your thigh. he whines softly as you knock his knees apart and slide your leg between his with a teasing grin.

"no need to play coy, beautiful," you purr, digging your palms into the edge of the table. "if you want it, just ask."

"but where's the fun in that?" he gasps as you nip the soft skin of his neck, canines making reds and purples bloom across his sun-kissed skin. "o-oh – y-you know you shouldn't do that, baby. not so high."

with a furrowed brow, you growl softly, slowly rocking your thigh against him. "rules, rules, rules... why does he dictate your life like this? scared of being tossed aside?"

taehyung shakes his head, his head falling back with a moan. for someone who doesn't like being marked up, he sure does make it easy. he exhales as your breath trails up his throat and over his jaw. "he's not. he doesn't."

"yet you pretend as if we've never met when he's around, and you don't say anything when he forbids you from working with your hands. he thinks you should stay clean and pretty because he likes it that way. he holds you back, and you let him."

you punctuate your words with a fist around his throat, slowly pressing in. the flush that'd dusted his chest and neck while working the knife spreads to the apples of his cheeks, sweet and shy. his breath catches, and he looks up at you through the dark forest of his lashes.

you can almost understand jimin's rules. someone as beautiful as him shouldn't need to mar his skin with stains and calluses. that he still desires it – desires to delve deep into the marrow of mortality, watch it squeeze out between his knuckles – turns your stomach, in sickness or adoration.

"i'm sorry," taehyung nearly whimpers, panting short and shallow as his blood-slick hands scramble at your shoulders and chest. his eyes are black with lust and his pulse throbs under your fingers. "i know. i just don't want to upset him. i care about him."

you don't look away when you grab one of his hands, resting over your heart. you lift his knuckles to your lips and, under the heavy haze of hunger, he watches as you wrap your lips around two of his fingers. your cheeks hollow, and your tongue swirls slowly around each joint, as if savouring more than the iron taste.

he swallows thickly as the hand around his throat shifts, less to choke and more to pull close. his heartbeat thuds at the back of his throat.

pinned between your body and the table, the tiny shed door locked behind you, he realises suddenly what it must feel like to be your prey. you have a visceral animal strength about you, muscles like steel cable wound tight, always on the brink of snapping. only the patience of a tiger in wait keeps the mask from slipping, breaking.

your canines graze his finger, held firm in the heat of your mouth. the look in your eye says it wouldn't take much to release that perfectly wound tension, to let the slick nubs of your teeth open him up.

the look in his eyes invites you to.

eventually, you pull away, a satisfied smile splitting your face. you crush your lips against his, nicking his lower lip, and he moans at the warm iron flooding his mouth. greedily, your tongue laps at the stinging cut.

"fuckin' perfect," you husk, gaze flickering down to the red smeared over his throat and jaw, then further down to the obvious bulge in his pants. you snicker. "hm. need help with that?"

"please." he reaches down, as if to undo the buttons right there and then.

you grab his wrists and tut. "sweetheart, not over our dinner. you know better than that."

he groans. "it's your fault for driving me crazy!"

in response, you just laugh and grab the bowls of steaks. it's a surprisingly light sound even though you were ready to eat him up mere moments ago. "come on, then. we've got all the good cuts already. head in and put these in the fridge; i'll deal with the carcass. i'll be quick, i promise."

"you better be," he mutters, loosening the latch on the door. "i'll kill you otherwise."

when you open the door to your bedroom, halfway through drying your hands on a tea towel, you are greeted by the sight of an angel on your bed, long slender legs spread just for you. you toss the towel onto a nearby chair and lean against the doorframe, crossing your arms. you let out a slow, appreciative wolf whistle, smirking when taehyung's eyes snap open and he bolts upright. he relaxes at the sight of you, one hand already slipping back between his thighs.

"you're not much of a gentleman, leaving me alone to entertain myself. you have to make it up to me."

"demanding little thing." you click your tongue, leaving the door open and approaching him on the bed. he leans back against the piled-up pillows, sighing softly as his fingers slip back inside himself. they do so with whorish ease, and the smoky darkness of his gaze is smug.

a challenge, then? you can do that.

your fingers glide over the back of a chair, slow and thoughtful. you drag it to the end of the bed and straighten it to face him. he shivers slightly in the warm night as you take a seat, leaning back and spreading your knees. one hand rests casually on your leg and the other props itself up on the armrest, curled in a loose fist.

he pulls his fingers out slightly. you snicker at the confusion in his flickering gaze. "what are you getting up for? i was just getting comfy."

"i—" he falters. almost indifferently, his fingers glide in and out of himself, keeping himself hard while he gathers his thoughts. "but you promised you'd fuck me tonight... killing always did rile you up, red-blooded beast that you are."

"beast?" you parrot, exaggerating a pout. "aw – and here i was, thinkin' i was more than an impressive cock to you." you run your thumb over your nails, your eyes flicking to his open legs and sticking there as he pulls his fingers out to pump his dick twice, thrice. his hand travels back down. "no. i promised no such thing. after all, you've got a date with your pretty boy tomorrow, yeah? don't want him wondering why you're so loose for him, do you?"

he whimpers softly at the mention of it. his fingers dig deeper inside him, upping the pace, and his cock pulses with need. "n-no... i-i mean, i could just say i got a bigger toy..."

"oh, no, sweetheart – if you like a man, never tell them your toy is bigger than them. 'specially them rich types. they bruise easily." you sigh softly, thumb gliding over the edge of your jawline. his twitching cock blushes under the hunger of your gaze and his hole clenches. "you'll just have to wait it out. patiently."

"but i want you." he gasps, the wet squelch of lube making everything ten times dirtier. his breath quickens and he adds a third finger, shuddering at the stretch. "ah– baby, please, i've already been doing this for ages—"

"i didn't ask you to."

"your fingers are thicker than mine," he whines, eyes growing big and ever-so-slightly teary. he's good, you'll give him that. the slight lip tremble, the shaky breaths. you could make him cry properly. he's always been a pretty crier. you wonder if his eyeliner will run.

he sinks his fingers in until the knuckle and he moans, bucking onto his fingers. "god, won't you just fuck me already? why touch yourself when you can touch me? i can see how hard you are!"

you lift your hand off the bulge in your jeans and undo your belt teasingly, thoughtfully – as if you might take him up on that tasty, tasty offer. you lean back in the chair and exhale softly as you free yourself from the confines of your underwear. your cock taps your stomach and taehyung keens, unable to tear his eyes off of it as you wrap your hand around its base, stroking shallowly.

"w-wait," he gasps, beginning to pull his fingers out, "wait, i wanna – let me—"

"no," you say sharply, movements halting. "sit back. i didn't tell you to stop."

"but i can—"

"taehyung."

he quietens, chastened but obedient. he gnaws on his lower lip as his hand returns to its rightful place. he quivers as he watches your palm smooth over your tip and slide back down, precome bubbling from the slit. he can feel his own smearing over his bare stomach, hotter than his warm skin.

instinct takes over. over and over. over and over.

he's such a good boy for you – he's wasted on a creature like jimin. then again, are you really better than him? just the same, you've denied him his basest needs. to part flesh with steel, impart bliss with lust – you've just dropped one piece of control for another.

no. you can be better. you are better.

taehyung gasps sharply as you all but lunge at him, pinning him to the bed by his throat. his golden hair haloes him on the crumpled white blankets, like a gilded apollo so gently posed against marble. he blinks slowly up at you, eyes soft with worship and dark with desire, and kisses the thumb tracing the cupid's bow of his lips, a hand curled around your wrist. the other reaches for you.

you groan softly as he pumps your cock, twisting his wrist expertly. your belt buckle clinks and he giggles, eagerly reciprocating your greed. he hooks his legs loosely around your thighs.

"and you were the one preaching patience," he hums as you lean away to tug your shirt over your head. it gets tossed into a corner without so much as a glance and taehyung flushes at the view, half-lidded gaze raking every inch of revealed skin like a man starved. "oh..."

"how many times have you seen me shirtless?"

"not enough." he grabs your hand and pulls you into him, his hands locking behind your head and tugging you into a heated kiss. "you're also not bloody enough for my liking."

without waiting for a response, his teeth clamp down in the junction between your neck and shoulder, where the meat is soft and muscle is taut.

pain blooms like a shard of ice, sudden and sharp. a decisive movement, it left no room for bruising. taehyung groans, guttural, and digs his teeth in deeper, if only to keep the wound open for longer. his fingernails print stinging crescents into your biceps and he whimpers, eyes rolling back, as you shove his head into your neck, forcing the blood down his throat.

melting heat and iron, the sharp tang dissolving into sweetness – his tongue laps at the oozing wound, the arc of his teeth imprinted forever into your skin until the white of your bones will gleam under the midday sun.

when you allow him to pull away, his eyes are black, dazed and blissful. he smiles from ear to ear, teeth red and stained down the chin and throat, and crushes his lips against yours, tangling your hair in his grip and moaning sinfully loudly. his cock throbs, crushed between your bodies, and he bucks against your shaft, the vein on the underside catching against the ridge of your tip with a shuddering bolt of pleasure.

"i'm yours! i'm yours, all yours," he whispers fervently, obsessively. his tongue swipes over his lower lip, the oily heat marking him just like a sheep bloodying the muzzle of a wolf.

he smiles. he laughs. he presses your foreheads together, his stomach slick with his orgasm, and kisses you again, this time sitting upright in your arms.

"you're good to me. so, so good to me." he leaves the print of his lips against your throat and jaw like a jealous girlfriend, your own blood a perfect valentines' red. "fuck me – please? or i could suck you off, if you're still worried about tomor—oh!"

you flip him over and pull his hips towards you, slotted perfectly between your thighs. his own shine with excess lube and you push your cock between his plush thighs, thrusting impatiently to coat it. over his shoulder, he watches, wide-eyed, as you drag a few fingers up your chest towards your shoulder – towards the red bite mark leaking down your chest.

you smear the blood on your cock. taehyung's core throbs – his back arches. he nearly screams as you yank him onto your cock, burying yourself hilt-deep in not-enough thrusts. his mouth falls open as the burn sears its way up his spine and caresses his brain. he swears he can feel you in his throat.

"fuck! fu-fuck," he burbles, crying out as you set a steady pace, your hips slapping against his ass. you push his knees together with your own and his eyes show their whites, mouth open in a perpetual moan. he buries the chants into the pillow, staining it with blood, and his knuckles whiten around fistfuls of blanket as your cock scrapes his insides so deliciously, stabbing and thudding against his prostate. "fuck, oh my god, fuckfuckfuck—!"

you click your tongue, gaze glued to the point where you meet. "you've got a mouth on you, haven't ya? should fuck you until you forget how to talk. that'll clean you right up, nice and ready for your little boytoy. would you like that, sweetheart?"

"fuck, daddy, please, yes please," he whines, letting the pillow swallow the rest of his sounds. the ricochet of skin on skin echoes loudly in the cosy bedroom, and his cock throbs as it swings between his creamy thighs. shit, you could watch the ripple of his ass until the day you died, and none of it would be wasted time. you're beginning to suspect he has a stronger hold on you than you thought.

your shoulder stings like a bolt of clarity and you growl, grabbing and pulling his hips to meet your thrusts. he whimpers at the sound. "what an obedient pup. a little eager, but i s'pose that's normal, given that tonight was your first time." you huff and slap his thigh, making him yowl and his hips jerk. "wasted, you are. such steady hands. i could use someone like you."

"y-yes, yes, use me – ah, ah – love being used! mmn—!"

"not quite what i was saying, but i'll let it slide." you slam your hips into him and he chokes on it, letting his head falls limply to the pillow. he hasn't felt your cock in so, so long – he can't believe he'd almost forgotten how good it felt, how it filled him up just right to knock his brains out. you gripped him so tightly, too, as if he might get up and leave at any time – but you should know by now that he'll always be the one running back to you, that sick glint in your eye only making him swoon harder.

you had a few bad habits, sure. a few dark fantasies. but so did taehyung. and now he had your blood in him – your essence, the purest part of you – which could never be taken away, even if the elders found out about your relationship. they could take you, but not the part of you that you'd planted deep inside him. they'd never be able to dig it all out. you were a rot to their perfectly-tended garden, and taehyung wouldn't let you be cut out so easily – not when you were so sweet on the tongue.

he licks his lips, the faint taste of what remains fluttering his heart. he'd been careless with his moans, the cries of your name like a prayer. he found so many little deaths with you, and the best ones came screaming.

suddenly, emptiness – you pull away, hand slipping out of his. you halt, stiller than the dead.

hoarsely, taehyung whispers your name, a whine on the tip of his tongue. "n-no... so close, was so close, please..." he turns around.

his heart drops like a stone.

"hello," says jimin, in a voice like silk.

"baby, put the knife down," taehyung stammers, all pleasure doused by the sight of that too-big blade pressed up against your throat. "don't."

"why should i?" he adjusts it, nicking a fine pink line beneath your ear. red beads along it like a string of pearls. "he's a killer. he must be cleansed, same as the rest."

unconsciously, taehyung wipes his mouth, as if your influence on him could be removed so easily. he can still feel the heat of it pulsing against his lips. "but he's mine."

you roll your eyes, hands open and half-raised. of all the things he could've said...

yet, it seems to give him pause. the kitchen knife almost loosens – almost. he tugs your hair roughly, punishingly, and you grunt as the blade whispers against your skin. you have half a mind to teach him a bloody hard lesson, but taehyung might not like that.

"wait!" taehyung darts forward, hand outstretched. he slumps on the bed in front of jimin, gripping the sheets. "how – how did you find us?"

"i followed your ex," jimin replies, observing the wet blood painting half of your chest. the red against your skin is rather pretty... and it's in the shape of taehyung's teeth. "this mark is good at covering his tracks. not so much for those of others."

taehyung's eyes widen. no. you promised to stay away from his ex! then again, he never did see the face of the meat he was cutting up... and you weren't one to be one-upped by the likes of jimin.

"he's not a mark," he pleads, "not officially. he could join us! how many people has he already killed? how long did it take for you to realise? you only found him because he was too rash with this one."

jimin's eyes narrow. "all that tells me is that he grew cocky and let his guard down."

"the mark was cruel to me. he did it for me," taehyung implores, his eyes earnest. "he loves me. and i love him. put down the knife. initiate him."

you frown. initiate?

for a long time, jimin says nothing. he doesn't move.

he lifts the knife. taehyung's eyes widen.

he raises his hands in surrender. he huffs and crosses his arms, drumming his fingers against his arm as he cocks a hip. his skirt and knitted vest give him the impression of a private-school kid, although the short sleeves of the dress shirt seem a touch too tight to be unaltered. he wears a shiny pair of tall, heeled mary janes, but you hadn't heard him until the knife was at your throat. odd.

"fine," he drawls, eyeing you with a slight curl to his upper lip. "you have two minutes to convince me. you're so lucky i like you, tae. wh—i mean, why do you even care? you said he wasn't your type."

"well," he searches carefully for the right words, "things change. and he fucks me the way i like it. you can't tell that from a glance."

jimin's gaze strays briefly downwards, over the shine of blood and flexing muscle. you're still hard, and when his gaze flicks up to meet yours, your lips twitch up into a smirk. you adjust your undone jeans and cross your arms.

eventually, jimin steps closer, reaching out curiously to prod at the bite mark. ruby red oozes, and he watches closely as your eyes flutter briefly shut. his tongue glides over his glossy lower lip. "hm... but he's still a killer. i don't know what makes him more useful to me alive."

it's as if a lightbulb flashes over taehyung's head.

he leans forward, resting a hand on your thigh. he tilts his head against your hip. "maybe you can... try him. see from my perspective."

"i'm not getting on my knees," jimin scowls immediately, "not for a sinner."

"but you don't mind it when i do?"

jimin opens his mouth. he closes it. he throws his hands in the air, knife waving around carelessly. "we're not the same! i'm already doing you a kindness by letting him live this long. i should be flaying him right now for tainting your body with his filth. you're supposed to be pure. unsullied."

"pure?" you repeat, scoffing. you can only stay quiet for so long. "oh, you lot are crazy-crazy. worse than me."

his eyes narrow and his knuckles whiten on the knife handle. taehyung shoves himself between you, gripping your hand in his own. "no! stop it, both of you! if you kill each other, who's gonna take care of me? i'm still hard."

he's the perfect height for you. you prop your chin on his shoulder with a lazy grin, wrapping your arms loosely around his waist. you play with his cock, making his breath stutter. "you're right as always, sweetheart... how cruel is he for cockblocking you? you deserve everything in the world and more..."

jimin's fingers twitch. taehyung bucks shallowly against you, but you keep him firmly in place as you stroke his cock, already sensitive. you kiss his neck. you haven't taken your eyes off of jimin.

he presses his thighs together as taehyung lets out a soft whimper.

"come on, sweet thing," you croon into his ear, cupping his chest and grazing his nipple. "don't you want my cock?"

gulping, he tries not to show how affected he is by the hardness pressing against his ass. "a-ah, um..."

"what was that?" you flick your wrist roughly and taehyung's eyes shoot open. blood fills his mouth from a bitten cut in his cheek.

nervously, he lifts his eyes to jimin's. his gaze is fixed on your hand and the way it engulfs taehyung's cock, flicking over his slit and grazing the veins with your nails. "i want – i w-want..."

"say it, tae."

the words come not from your lips, but jimin's. two fingers slip into taehyung's ass and he jolts with a sweet moan as you curl them.

"i want your cock," he rushes out in one breath. "fuck, i want it so bad."

"even more than your boyfriend's?" your words are sly, coated in a thick layer of faux innocence. "why?"

taehyung doesn't bother answering. you know the answer – so does jimin. he turns in your arms and cups your face in his hands, bringing you down for a desperate, hungry kiss. you thrust your fingers into his hole and he jerks, clamping down around you. you swallow his moans, pumping your fingers teasingly.

"i wonder," you drawl, kissing a trail up taehyung's neck, "if he likes watching. maybe that's why he doesn't want to date you. he wants to sit back and watch as other men ruin your pretty little body – after all, it's hard to enjoy the faces you make when preoccupied with doing all the real work."

the sharp intake of breath and the way he clenches around you tells you what you want to hear. he looks up at you with those dark, dark eyes, his breath quick and shallow, and leans into it when you sit him down on the bed with a creak. swiftly, he turns over, arching his back and wiggling his ass. he gazes back at you with huge eyes as you remove your pants. he's almost shy – though the twitching cock leaking down his thigh is anything but. red and angry, it demands attention.

you glance at jimin. the knife's still in his hand, but the thought of it seems secondary to the sight of taehyung on his hands and knees. you can hardly blame him.

from the edge of the bed, you grab the bottle of lube taehyung had brought with him. you slather a generous amount onto your cock and push a few fingers into taehyung with the remnants, exhaling softly as he pushes his hips back against your knuckles.

"my perfect boy." you scissor your fingers, then slide them out. "c'mon – don't be shy. show your dear jimin how well i stretch you out."

he glances your way sharply. you're already staring at him, grinning in the airheaded, cocky, handsome way that all popular boys seem to know intrinsically. the soft lips, the blood, the way you manoeuvre taehyung's body around yours as if he's a prop to make you look better... every jock knows that rising in the ranks means he needs to talk louder than the next guy, take up more space than the next guy, have prettier girls on his arms than the next guy. they say confidence is key, but that's only good at pool parties where nobody wants to really call anyone's bluff.

you're the only one who does it right. you're the only one with a cock to match that body.

taehyung exhales shakily as he reaches back and parts his asscheeks, fingers digging harder than necessary into the plump meat. he hides his burning face in the sheets as jimin steps closer, and his breath quickens as you tap your cock against his ass, teasing his hole with your tip.

"cute, isn't he? surprisingly sweet, too. thought he'd be more of a brat when i first saw him," you hum, casually stuffing your cock into him in one smooth movement. taehyung yelps and lets out a quivery little moan, his slick walls clenching around your thick cock. he sounds like he's trying not to cry – you sigh patiently and pet his hair before your hands return to their rightful places on his hips to pull him onto you.

his body jolts with each thrust, his muffled cries breathy and whiny. his ass ripples with the slap of your hips. on a particularly rough thrust which has him seeing stars, he whimpers out a "daddy" that has jimin's breath hitching audibly.

"good, baby," you husk, palms gliding down his body appreciatively. you slap his ass – so hard your palm stings – and he chokes, already-wobbly knees giving out beneath him. he catches himself just in time but the angle has your cock driving deeper inside him, oscillating wildly from kissing his prostate to fucking his brain out his ears.

you grab a fistful of his hair and loom over him, your lips brushing his earlobe. his spine arches when you tug roughly, his eyes rolling to show their whites as your cock throbs inside him, each thrust wet and slick. "tell him how you feel, whore," you murmur, soft but loud enough for your voice to carry. he gasps sharply at the title and his aching cock leaks like a faucet into a puddle of his own precome. he shakes his head, embarrassment hot in his core.

you tilt your head. "maybe i'll even let you suck him off."

"it f-feels good," he cries immediately. the quick, precise slapping of skin on skin echoes in the room. "i love your cock! i love tay-taking cock, love being fucked by big cocks – oh god! – 'n' yours is the biggest! love getting stretched wide on your dick, getting fucked 'til it hurts—! i-i never wanna come off, mm, i love being your cockslut – wanna be your bitch, your toy, all yours—" you bury yourself balls-deep in his guts and his mouth falls open, thick white come spurting from his tip; it's almost humiliating how you can make him finish without a single brush against his dick. he smiles, broad and wobbly. "ohhh..."

you peck his cheek, pressing against his back low and heavy like an animal. you grip his jaw. "coming already? don't go passing out on me," you chide, tilting his head in jimin's direction. "look at him. look. there we go. see how hard he is? he must like how obedient you get with me – with your daddy."

heat floods his body to the marrow. you've never used that title on yourself before – it's always been taehyung's thing, something you don't mind only because it's him. the raking burn of pleasure hurts, blooming from his cock all the way up his spine and out to his fingers and toes.

possession. it spins in taehyung's jumbled mind. you fuck him like you want to bruise your name inside him, forcing him to think of you and only you even when jimin sits on that chair in front of him, a perfectly manicured hand wrapped around his leaking length, just begging to be touched.

briefly, taehyung wonders how you might fuck jimin. he's giving you his infamous bedroom eyes, but there's an acrid darkness that taints his gaze. jealousy? inadequacy? scorn? taehyung's thighs are hot and sticky.

maybe you'd be rougher with him, tie him up and fold him in half with his legs over your shoulders. even as he distantly obeys your whispered order to open his mouth, and even as jimin slides his velvety cock between his lips, he can't stop imagining you behind jimin, manhandling him and forcing him to ride you to get off, even though jimin's such a pillow princess.

you grip taehyung's hips, sweat shining on your skin. you spread his ass and thrust deeper, smirking when he jerks forward, choking down the rest of jimin's dick and ripping a pleasured curse from his throat.

taehyung's limbs feel like jelly. he braces against jimin's hip, hooking his thumb under the hem of jimin's skirt to pin it back. as he sinks down on his cock, he chances a glance up.

rid of his little sweater vest and unbuttoned down to the navel, jimin does very little to chase his high. he meets taehyung's eyes and tilts his head slightly – he's almost perfectly still, and the only thing he does is gather his skirt in a fist. your quick, snapping pace sets taehyung's, and it's only by the blown pupils and pink-tinged cheeks that taehyung knows he's doing well.

"so," you begin, and your voice is remarkably steady. "did you come here intending to kill me?"

"please, i barely know who you are. there are others—" his breath catches, and he closes his eyes to steady himself "—others who're more deserving of atonement than you. which isn't to say i thought you a paragon of virtue – you're a handsome guy on a sports team, and sin comes to your type like moths to a flame. i knew i'd come to collect eventually, but you surprised me. congrats – not many can."

"did you watch?" you ask, patting taehyung's ass almost fondly. "he did so well with the – what did you call him? your mark? did you see how beautiful he looked, nearly orgasmic as he cut him open and warmed his hands with his blood? you must enjoy it, too – seeing the life fade from your victims' eyes. otherwise, you would've culled me the moment i took your kill."

his eyes narrow. "you're sick."

you laugh. "y'know, you and your little 'cult' aren't slick. i saw how pretty girls and guys don't shy away from the forest or the nasty parts of town because what they can do far outweighs the shard of glass a cokehead waves around. i thought it was a creative writing exercise gone crazy, something to explain the unusual disappearances around here. it was good for me, though. nobody'll raise a fuss if one more douchebag goes missing."

"i should kill you now."

"but then sweet little taehyung would be upset – you heard him." you pout. "besides, you must've liked something about me or you would've gotten rid of me as soon as i ravaged your favourite boytoy. do you have a thing for corruption? is that why you stayed, watched him come as soon as he tasted my blood? if you like, i'll let him bite the other side."

he pulls taehyung's throat down on his cock by his hair. taehyung eagerly laps up every throbbing inch he receives, nails digging into jimin's ass. he jolts and gags slightly as hot come pours down his throat without warning – his eyes flutter shut as his throat bobs, lips pressed against jimin's base.

"oh, i like you," you purr, something of a song lilting your voice. "are you as angry when you take cock, i wonder?"

"try it, i dare you."

you turn your attention to taehyung, who sits jimin's cock in his mouth like a good boy. he suckles softly, dazed and faraway. his walls are soft and hot, each gummy ridge stroking and clamping around you to pull you in as deep as possible when you finally, finally come, forcing him over the precipice as well for the nth time that night.

you pet his hair and he leans into it, moaning as you gently pull out, letting him sink into the mattress. thick come drips down his inner thigh, pooling in the dips of the bed. softly, you groan, gathering yourself and lavishing kisses upon kisses over his neck and shoulder. "what do you think, baby? should i fuck the cultist freak?"

taehyung pops off wetly, licking his lips. his chest heaves. it's hard to scoop his brain up off the floor, but the thought of the two people hottest people he knows putting on a show, all for him? "p-please..."

you raise your eyes, and meet jimin's glare with a smirk. "you heard him. don't wanna disappoint, do we?"

"you think you deserve to fuck me? after everything you've done? you don't even kill for a reason," he scoffs. "you're no better than an animal."

"what is it with you and prettyboy here thinking i'm less than human? you cower behind your righteous moral justifications when you take a life and hold me to the same standards, but animals don't have morals. i can only be one, baby, so choose."

jimin glowers.

"you've got me in a box," he admits eventually, and his expression twists as your smile turns gloating. "shut up. you can fuck me – just this once."

"those are dangerous gambling words," you tease, but lay back against the headboard, one hand behind your head and the other wrapping around the base of your cock. your absence above him makes taehyung blink – hard – before he shuffles after you like a sleepy puppy and buries his face in your shoulder.

his thighs still twitch every now and again, and he lifts his unfocussed gaze to meet jimin's. it clears, just enough, for a fat, satisfied grin to spread across his face and he shifts to spread his shaky legs, showing off the warm glazed mess between his thighs like a piece of art.

jimin's cock throbs. taehyung grins lazily, knowingly, eyes half-lidded and hungry. he slides your slick cock between the vee of his fingers and flicks his wrist. a pearl of precome beads along your slit and follows the line of a vein, gathering eventually along taehyung's slender finger.

unwise, a voice whispers in his head, regal and maternal, yet youthful.

with a sigh too breathy to be accidental, taehyung splays his fingers over his lips and tilts his head back, taking one finger at a time against his scarlet tongue to clean it. his lashes graze his cheeks. his eyes are black corridors of velvet, and he gives jimin's invisible leash a tug with a curl of his pretty fingers.

it was never that taehyung made it too hard to say no. he made it far too easy to say yes.

[aventurineswife]

Can you do an aventurine x disabled!reader that’s in a wheelchair? Just something really fluffy and emotional and all

Under the Stars

Summary: Aventurine takes you to a magical park adorned with lanterns for a cozy picnic under the stars. As you two enjoy each other's company, share laughter and dreams, your bond deepens, celebrating the beauty of life and love despite challenges.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Emotional, Romance, Wheelchair User Representation (Reader is Disabled in this fic), Picnic, Night, Sky, Lighthearted, Heartwarming.

Warnings: Light emotional themes (mention of personal challenges)

The soft light of the early evening filtered through the curtains of Aventurine's spacious apartment, casting a warm glow across the room. The air was filled with the scent of fresh jasmine tea, which Aventurine had brewed earlier. He had always claimed that the right blend of flavors could lift anyone’s spirits, and tonight, he was determined to create a soothing atmosphere for you.

You sat in your wheelchair, a comfortable position by the large window that overlooked the vibrant city skyline. The world outside was alive with the bustling energy of nightlife, but within the confines of Aventurine's home, everything felt safe and serene. You watched as he moved gracefully around the room, adjusting the decorations with a playful finesse that always left you in awe.

“Are you ready for our little surprise?�� he called over his shoulder, a hint of mischief lacing his voice.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sound of his playful tone. “Is it another one of your ‘adventures’?” you teased, knowing how he loved to take you on spontaneous outings, no matter the challenges.

He turned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Only the best kind!” He leaned against the door frame, his dark blazer catching the light just right, accentuating the roulette wheel detailing that was a signature of his style.

You couldn’t help but admire him. He was everything you had dreamed of—a whirlwind of charm and charisma wrapped in an enigma that made your heart race. Despite his carefully curated exterior, you had glimpsed the layers beneath, the scars he hid from the world. You could sense that he, too, was navigating his own labyrinth of emotions.

“Okay, I’m intrigued,” you replied, your heart fluttering at the thought of what he had planned. “What’s the surprise?”

“First, I need you to trust me,” he said, his tone shifting to a more earnest note. “Can you do that?”

“Always.” you assured him, your heart swelling with warmth.

With a flourish, Aventurine approached you, kneeling down to meet your gaze. “I’ve been wanting to take you somewhere special,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “Somewhere that reminds me of how beautiful the world can be, even if we can’t see all of it.”

Your curiosity piqued. “Where are we going?”

“Just a little place nearby. It’s a secret,” he grinned. “But first, I need your help.”

He helped you navigate to your favorite warm coat, ensuring you were comfortable. With every careful adjustment, you felt the bond between you strengthen. You appreciated how he always made it a point to consider your comfort and needs.

Once you were ready, he gently wheeled you toward the door. The excitement bubbling within you was infectious, and soon, you found yourself grinning ear to ear as you entered the crisp night air.

The city was alive with lights and sounds, the streets adorned with decorations that twinkled like stars. Aventurine led the way, his hand lightly resting on the back of your wheelchair, guiding you forward with a gentle touch.

“Just a little further,” he said, his enthusiasm contagious. The thrill of the unknown ignited a spark of adventure in your chest.

Finally, you arrived at a small park, illuminated by lanterns that danced softly in the breeze. The area was filled with people laughing and enjoying the evening, but it felt like a secret haven just for the two of you.

“What do you think?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with anticipation as he wheeled you to a cozy corner beneath a grand oak tree.

“It’s beautiful,” you replied, your breath hitching at the sight of the twinkling lights. The ambiance was magical, creating a serene cocoon around you both.

As you settled in, Aventurine pulled out a small picnic basket he had prepared. “I thought we could have a little picnic under the stars,” he said, excitement bubbling in his voice.

You chuckled, your heart swelling. “You’re so full of surprises.”

He began to unpack, revealing an array of your favorite snacks, sweet treats, and a thermos of that fragrant jasmine tea. Each item was lovingly chosen, and you felt a rush of affection for the thoughtful man who had gone out of his way to make this night special.

As you both sat together, surrounded by the enchanting glow of the lanterns, you felt at peace. Aventurine poured you a cup of tea, and as you took a sip, you looked at him with warmth in your eyes.

“Thank you for this,” you said sincerely. “It means a lot to me.”

Aventurine smiled, his expression softening. “You deserve all the beauty this world has to offer. I want you to see how wonderful life can be, even when it feels difficult.”

You could see the sincerity in his eyes, and it resonated with your heart. In that moment, you realized that despite the challenges you faced, moments like this—filled with joy, laughter, and love—were what made it all worthwhile.

As the evening progressed, you shared stories, laughter, and dreams, your connection deepening with each passing moment. The world faded away as you were lost in each other, your hearts intertwined in a dance of affection.

Eventually, as the stars began to twinkle brighter above, Aventurine leaned closer, his voice soft. “You know, life is a gamble, and I’m glad I took the risk to be with you.”

Your heart raced at his words, knowing that he had chosen you in this high-stakes game of life. “I wouldn’t want it any other way,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

In the gentle embrace of the night, you both leaned in, sharing a tender kiss beneath the stars—a perfect moment, a reflection of your beautiful bond, filled with warmth, laughter, and love.

As you pulled away, you couldn’t help but smile. “What’s next, my risk-taker?”

“Next?” he said, mischief glinting in his eyes. “How about we try to catch a shooting star together?”

With that, you both turned your eyes skyward, hearts entwined, ready to embrace whatever the universe had in store for you next.

[otherone12]

I Don't Need a VIP Pass

Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Heyy!! This fic was quite short, but I really think it turned out well… anyway, I don't think there was any reason to extend it. Hupe u enjoy it!

(Plz sand me requests! Literally anything... )

Summary: You are a non-public Gerard's partner, 'because you never really cared about put this under the spotlight, 'cause you love each other and thats enough for you. He invited you to see MCR's concert, but you didn't found him anfter the show. Looking for him, you went to the "meet & great" area, but you haven't a VIP pass.

- Word Count: 900

- Warnings: None :)

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

The crowd’s cheers still echoed in my ears as I maneuvered backstage, a mix of adrenaline and nerves coursing through me. MCR had just put on an epic show, and all I wanted was to be with Gerard, like we always do after shows. 

Our post-show meetings are practically a ritual. Right after the show I meet him backstage, then we go to the hotel and enjoy some of the quiet time we have during the tour. When there's a meet-and-greet, it's customary for us to see each other beforehand, and I stand nearby waiting. But this time I couldn't find him anywhere.

- Did anyone see Gee? - I called out, trying to maintain my composure as the backstage chaos unfolded around me. It was usually easy to find him, everyone here knew I was his girlfriend, and I never needed any pass or else. But tonight, the backstage area felt like a maze, and I was losing my sense of direction.

- Good luck finding him! - Frank joked as he rushed past me. - He’s probably off kissing some fan or something.

- Ha, very funny, - I shot back, rolling my eyes. But my heart raced with a mix of annoyance and concern. He always made it a point to find me right after the show. Why was this time different?

I made my way toward the meet-and-greet area, where fans buzzed with excitement, but my stomach twisted when I couldn’t spot Gerard’s familiar bright-red hair in the crowd.

A couple of girls, probably around my age, stood near the front. They looked like they knew everything going on so I approached them casually.

- Hey, have you seen Gerard? - I asked calmly - I’ve been looking everywhere for him.

One of the girls immediately gave me the up-and-down, zeroing in on my neck.

- You don’t have a VIP pass. - she said, in an affronting tone.

- Yeah, I know, - I forced a smile, tryng to keep calm - I don’t need one.

I kept my eyes darting around, trying to spot him.

- Well, we paid for ours, so we do need one. - Her friend snorted and rolled her eyes. - If you don't have a pass, you're not supposed to be here.

Her voice dripped with that Karen-level smugness, making my skin prickle.

- I’m not here to meet the band, I’m just looking for Gerard.

 I said, trying even hard to keep calm. My patience was wearing thin.

She crossed her arms with a mean smirk.

- Well, too bad. If you don’t leave, I’ll get security.

I took a deep breath, again, forcing myself to relax, though anxiety and frustration gnawed at me. Where the hell was he?

- Look, I don’t want trouble, -  I said, my voice tight. - I just need to find Gee-

- SECURITY! - she yelled, cutting me off.

A wave of exasperation hit me like a truck. Great.

A large security guard lumbered toward me, parting the crowd with the sheer size of his presence. 

- Where’s your VIP pass? -  he asked gruffly, crossing his arms.

- I. Don’t. Need. One. - I clenched my jaw.

- Why do you think you’re so special, huh? - The obnoxious girl made a loud scoff, apparently trying to get as many people as possible to look at the whole scene

I was about to open my mouth and replace her. The things running into my mind to say that weren't friendly at all, but when I saw Gerard, weaving through the crowd, with that cute smile I loved so much and his hazel eyes sparkling under the dim lights, relief flooded me.

- Gee! - I called, waving at him.

- Sugar! - His face lit up when he saw me. 

 He practically ran over, slipping an arm around my waist and pulling me close.

- There you are, - he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to my temple. - I’ve been looking for you everywhere.

- So was I,- I said with a grin, running my hand along his cheek and pulling him in for a proper kiss. 

His lips met mine slowly, sweetly, in that overly dramatic way only Gerard could pull off. And, of course, I made sure the smug fan saw every second of it.

When we finally pulled apart, I glanced at her. The look on her face was priceless. Eyes wide, mouth agape, disbelief painted across every feature. I couldn’t resist shooting her a wicked grin.

- That’s why I don’t need a VIP pass, - I murmured just loud enough for her to hear.

- What? - Gerard blinked, confused but amused. 

- Never mind.-  I held his leather jacket, pulling him for a kiss again, smirking against his lips before pulling away. - But next time, babe, can you make sure I get a VIP pass?

I know that wasn’t nice for me to doing this, but damn it was so fun. I made sure to get the most touchy possible while we’re talking, hands under his jacket, hugging him.

- Why? - He raised an eyebrow, grinning.

- Because I really don’t want to have to punch your fans. -  I wrinkled my nose playfully.

- You wouldn’t-

- Oh, I would,- I teased, cutting him off - For you? In a heartbeat.

He let out a soft whine, squeezing me tighter. 

- But they’re not like groupies… just enthusiastic fans, babe, you know that.

I gave him a sly look. 

- Sure, Gee. Whatever you say. - I packed his lips one last time before we walked away together.

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~ Soo that's it! Lemme know if u liked it! <3

[funny-fella-fantrolls]

Oh damn, that's one bright outfit/. Basically blinding me over here/. I'm sure you're great, but on a physical level I'm finding it difficult to even look at you/.

I'm gonna be honest, gonna give you like... a 6/? Love the commitment to your style, just... not my thing, really/. Keep doing you, though/.

fuck it

Judgements

((y'all know how it be, reblog with a character and the funny dog man will judge them))

[enigmatist17]

Wheeljack groaned as his optics twinged, doorwings twitched as the sensory overload from...whatever had enveloped him in light made his helm spin.

"Oooooow what was that?" Oh Primus the sparkling, he forgot they'd been training.

"Are you alright little one?" The little femme currently pinned to the ground under his leg only groaned, Wheeljack moving his leg to free her as he looked around. Twitch shot up to hover beside the taller mech as she shook some soil from the top of her helm, already buzzing with a dozen questions.

"I'm okay! What was that light? And where is this place? Oh, did we teleport?! Can you teleport and just never told me?" Wheeljack finally got up to his feet, scanner out and receiving readings he hadn't seen in a long time. "Wait, where's Starscream? He was right next to you!"

"I don't know, but why don't we go and find out?" Twitch turned to look at him, servos pressed together in concern. "What's the matter?"

"I-I can't feel the others, i-it's like they're too far away." Wheeljack motioned for her to perch on his shoulder, waving his scanner around before pinpointing a location beyond the treeline. "Do you think they're okay?"

"I'm sure they are sweet Spark, your family is a tough one."

"You're right!" Wheeljack thanked Primus for her neverending optimism, following the (begrudgingly) familiar seeker EMF he'd picked up. They had barely cleared the treeline when the sounds of gunfire rang out, and both mechs shot forward to get a look at the valley that emerged below them. Starscream had indeed teleported with them, and was hiding behind some fallen logs, Wheeljack's spark nearly stopping at precisely who was firing upon the tentative ally.

"Hey, you leave him alone!" Twitch shrieked, transforming into her drone mode to fly down at the fight, missing a bot that moved to fire on the new perceived threat. Wheeljack beat them to it by disarming the bot, the inventor activating his battle mask as he ran after the sparkling.

"Twitch get out of here!" Starscream hissed, firing back for the first time with his null ray in an attempt to draw fire.

"No! You stop hurting my friend!" Twitch stopped in front of Starscream, shield active in an attempt to keep him safe.

"Is that a sparkling?!" One of the other bots hissed, only to go silent when Wheeljack slid to a stop in front of both Twitch and Starscream with his gun armed and raised. "Wheeljack?!"

"Everyone hold yer fire!" The four mechs he knew were hiding behind cover all paused, eyeing each other in confusion and suspicion. "Now, I may not know what's goin' on, but if you harm this sparklin', you answer to me."

"Yea, Dad2 is really good at fighting, so you'd better listen!" Wheeljack was grateful his mask was up, covering the grin that crossed his face despite the situation.

"....Dad2?" Wheeljack's aim trembled when a familiar mech stood, doorwings high and taught as they regarded the other. "Who are you? And how is it you have come across a sparkling?"

"You know who I am P...Prowl, and I'm ashamed ta admit I don't quite know how we got here, at least not yet." Twitch transformed back to her base mode to more than a few surprised noises, flying behind Starscream's cover to land beside him. She may not understand what's happening, but Wheeljack always had her back, so she focused on her potentially wounded ally.

"Are you okay? Did they shoot you?" Her orange wings twitched in concern as the seeker shook his helm, a clawed servo gently patting the top of her helm as Starscream kept an eye on the various Autobots.

"I shall be fine young Twitch." He moved his servo so Twitch could hold it, the small femme urging him to stand as she stared down the opposition.

"You cannot be serious the sparkling trusts Starscream." A smaller red mech's jaw dropped when Starscream got to his pedes, the Decepticon looking...well, looking far different from the one they'd fought a few solar-cycles ago.

"Starscream is my friend, be nice!" The little femme hissed, one of the taller mechs unable to stop a snort at the sight.

"Starscream is no one's friend." The red mech moved to step forward, but stopped when Wheeljack raised his blaster in warning. "This is unbelievable, it has to be some sort of trap!"

"This would be the weirdest, and most importantly, least thought-out trap I've ever seen then." A black and white mech shrugged, Twitch staring at him momentarily before her eyes flashed in recognition.

"Omigosh, you're Jazz." The smallest bot's wings twitched as the mech regarded her, visor glinting in the sun as he tilted his helm before stepping forward with a smile, servos up in peace.

"I'm honored little lady." Twitch could feel Starscream tensing up behind her, but the seeker remained where he stood as she approached the other bot, clearly curious as the other Autobots revealed themselves.

"Dad is going to be so jealous!" The squeal she let out startled everyone except Wheeljack and Starscream, the femme waving her servos in excitement. "Jazz, Prowl, Cliffjumper, Bluestreak, and Hound?! Ohmigosh, this is the coolest thing ever! Wait, are we going to the Ark? I've only ever seen the old documentaries about it, and if I got pictures, the others would be soooo jealous!"

"Twitch, darlin', ease up." Wheeljack finally holstered his gun and retracted his battle mask, noting the surprised look on the other mech's faces. "We still don't know what's goin' on."

"On that, we can agree." Starscream drawled, the feigned disinterest he was going for betrayed by his wings rigid with tension as he watched Twitch moving to examine an amused Hound's frame.

"I have already commed for reinforcements; they should arrive soon enough." Prowl approached Wheeljack with a slight hum, eyeing the nearby Decepticon with a glare. "The sparkling, she speaks of us like one does a figure in a historical sense."

"Well..." Wheeljack made sure Twitch was sufficiently distracted before leaning closer to his old commander and shaking his helm in regret. "Most of you are dead, have been fer a long time."

"...I see."

What else was there to say?

Most of the older bots were entertained by Twitch's neverending enthusiasm while they waited for whatever Autobots had been dispatched, the mere sight of a sparkling after so long lifting their sparks. Starscream tensed even further when he picked up more than a few EMF's before long, glancing down when Wheeljack moved to stand beside him.

"Doin' alright there?"

"What do you think? As you undoubtedly surmised, we are back in the War, and most of you tend to shoot first and ask questions later."

"I seem ta recall you doin' the exact same thing." The seeker glared at the deadpan response, wings flicking in a rude gesture the other only scoffed at. "Really?"

"I could do more, but the sparkling has already picked up a few, ones that Lieutenant Malto seems to know for some fragging reason." Wheeljack couldn't help but let out a loud laugh, audial fins flashing in amusement as Starscream grumbled. "SIience, you fool."

"Oh not a chance." The moment is lost when four bots drive into view, transforming to reveal Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, and....himself.

"Whoa." Both engineers were sizing each other up in equal parts, curiosity and suspicion, interrupted when Twitch flew up to hover between the two with wide optics.

"This is so cool!" Before either mech could respond, she was zipping over to Bumblebee, hovering beside her mentor with a curious tilt of her helm. "I don't really know how I feel about this."

"Um...do we know each other?" Bumblebee regarded her in confusion as Optimus stepped forward, kneeling down with a friendly smile.

"Greetings, little one." Primus above, he hadn't seen a sparkling so small before, watching her optics flash in recognition before she was suddenly hugging his neck. "I see you enjoy giving hugs."

"Twitch, ease up lil' bitlet." Wheeljack shook his helm as she let go of the Autobot leader, noting Ratchet was staring at her with an intense expression. "Sorry, she's an excitable lil' thing ain't she?"

"That she is old friend." Twitch moved to hover beside Starscream as Optimus stood back up, regarding the seeker with a frown. "You must have truly come from another place, Starscream is very much our enemy."

"I'm not exactly chummy on the best of days." The seeker snapped back without hesitation, his expression faltering when Twitch crossed her arms, earning more than a few surprised looks at Starscream folding to a sparkling. "However, I do not target Autobots or those squishy little humans...most of the time."

"What he really means is he's too busy nerding out in Nightshade's lab like, all the time." Twitch rolled her optics, putting her servos on her hips. "Honestly, it took me weeks to drag you out long enough for aerial tactic lessons."

"It was not weeks, you insolent little sparkling." Starscream moved to say something else before he froze, whipping his helm around to stare at a distant cluster of trees with his wings hiking up in alert.

"Starscream?"

"We are being observed."

"Then let us continue this conversation elsewhere." Prowl narrowed his optics at the position Starscream had pointed out, Hound and Bluestreak transforming and heading out without a command. "We must not let the Decepticons get hold of any of them."

"Go, I remember where the Ark used to be." The seeker waved one servo before jumping up and transforming into his alt mode with one move, blasting off after the two Autobots.

"He shouldn't go alone." Twitch protested, but remained where she was when Wheeljack shook his helm.

"No, you're the priority here. Besides, Hound and Bluestreak'll keep him right as rain, you can trust me on that." After one last look at Starscream's retreating form, she nodded, Wheeljack transforming into his alt and popping open his door. "Come on sweetling, it's a bit of a drive."

"How can I turn down a free ride from Dad2!"

"Dad2?" Ratchet stared as the Lancia drove off, the medic already running through a list of what to scan for as the other Autobots shared bemused looks before following after.

[toriluvsnickwayne]

Carnival

Will Ospreay x Reader

Requested : yes/no

Will and his fiancée decide to go out and spend the day with Skye Blue and Kyle Fletcher at the carnival.

Masterlist

Y/N’S POV:

I grasped Will's hand, my fiancé, as we strolled through the carnival. The smell of sugary treats and fried delights filled the air, making my stomach growl. My best friend, Skye, chattered excitedly beside me, her boyfriend Kyle by her side. Will's best mate, Kyle, grinned mischievously, suggestin' we compete in a series of carnival games.

"Hey, Y/N, you think you can take me down in ring toss?" Kyle teased, nudgin' me playfully.

"Bring it on, Kyle!" I replied, grinnin' confidently. "I'm gonna show you who's boss!"

Will chuckled and squeezed me hand. "Easy, love. Don't wanna get too cocky."

I playfully rolled me eyes. "Shut it, Will. I got this."

As we walked, we decided to ride the Ferris wheel first. Will and Kyle carried on, tryin' to wind each other up about who'd scream the loudest. Skye and I just laughed and snapped photos, enjoyin' the banter.

"I'm tellin' you, Will, I'm gonna scream so loud, they'll hear me from the other side of the carnival!" Kyle boasted.

"Oh yeah? I'll have you know, I've been practicin' I’ve been screaming in the mirror. I'm like a rockstar!" Will shot back.

Skye giggled. "Boys and their egos, huh?"

I grinned. "Hey, at least they're entertainin'."

After waitin' in line for a bit, we finally climbed into the Ferris wheel carriage. As we lifted off the ground, the carnival lights sparkled like diamonds below us. Will wrapped his arm around me shoulders, pullin' me close.

"Love this view," he whispered, his lips brushin' my ear.

I smiled, feelin' happy and content. "Me too, Will."

After the Ferris wheel, we headed to the games section. Will and Kyle challenged Skye and me to a series of competitions – balloon darts, test-your-strength, and even a hilarious round of "whack-the-mole". The boys were determined to win, but Skye and I held our own, gigglin' and jokin' as we played.

At one point, Will tried to impress me with his strength, grunting and flexin' as he swung the mallet. I teased him mercilessly, sayin' he was showin' off, but he just winked and said, "Hey, someone's gotta keep you safe from the strongman competition!"

Kyle snorted. "Yeah, 'cause nothin' says 'intimidatin' wrestler' like a giant, fluffy sparkly robe!"

Will chuckled. "Hey, this robe is iconic! And it's comfy, too."

Skye and I laughed. "Comfy?" I repeated. "You look like a giant, sparkly bear in it!"

Will grinned. "That's the idea. I'm a fierce, sparkly bear in the ring."

Kyle chuckled. "Fierce? You're more like a cuddly, sparkly teddy bear, Will."

Will playfully shoved Kyle. "Shut it, Kyle. You're just jealous of me sparkly robe."

As the night wore on, we took a break from the games and indulged in some sweet treats – cotton candy, funnel cakes, and popcorn. Will pulled me close, his arm around me shoulders. "Loving every minute of this, Y/N," he whispered, his eyes sparklin' with happiness.

I smiled, feelin' grateful for this joyful evening with the people I loved. "Me too, Will. This has been the perfect night.”

Author’s Note : Heyyyy back on trackkkkkkkk with everything all I’ve got a few headcnons and blurbs for the most random ppl that I might js start dropping randomly along with the other fics planned!! As always lots of love - Tori 💋❤️

[jev-urisk]

WIP Wednesday ✍️

I finally finished draft 3 of chapter 8!! 🙌 I'm trying REAL hard to congratulate myself for it and savor the win because next... next is the first Kazimier POV 💋 chapter of 🌐7 Circles🌐: Ch9, Tea Time. Here's a clip of it for yall.

After letting Kazimier out in the morning, Klaus took them both out into the world and its bright, sparkling nonsense. That’s basically what came outta demon’s mouths when they had the poor taste to open them- Bright. Sparklin’. Nonsense. And Klaus is fuckin’ fluent. He had every first class dame and half of the brutes cooing congratulations over him turnin’ a century old and getting saddled with slave number one.

And oh boy, was Kazimier a favorite topic in these conversations. Just like that Demyen guy at that pompous shindig, they’d ask Klaus ‘What his first act of reformation will be’ along with what’s next- what the ‘final product’ of Kazimier would look like. And damn Klaus, he didn’t give any of them (including Kazimier) a damn thing to work with.

I AM excited to show Kazimier off! It's just going to take some extra time to finish this chapter bc there's some summarizing from Kazimier's POV, and I have to carefully balance letting Kazimier's voice in but not so much that the prose feels like it belongs to a different book than the rest 💀 Also rn it's at almost 7k words and I think it needs streamlining..

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[witchofthesouls]

I love your thought of Tarn being fascinated by the tiny invaders in his quarters. Mech goes so hard on sparkling proofing his room. It actually starts looking like normal quarters. The First Editions and other Creepy Stuff™️ are carefully packed up and stored away. Tarn starts reading the convolutedly obtained sparklin guides and rigorously prepares the room to be Sparlking Safe Deceptacon™️.

Plus if the DJD alies with Deathsaurus, Deathsarus has a very different reaction to Tarn's room. Mech immediately melts into a cooing mess at the bitties. Immediately wants to spoil the sparklings.

His room is clear to begin with. Tarn has a walk-in closet that's absolutely Dedicated to Megatron. Tarn wants to make sure it's a well-kept and clean area, after all. Plus, there are too many limited editions to keep out in the open, especially the early renditions of Towards Peace upon miners' corpses.

Tarn does get into newspark guides and bitlet development. You and Nickel do smack datapads and run away with recovered chips because, well, Functionism. Because Tarn is adamant about it, you and Nickel do cobble up a learning guide that's geared to these bitties. (Of course, there's other guides for other frames because Tarn got interested. The nerd.)

It leads to more blankets, padding, and pillows, which kicks your nesting instinct into unsuspressable overdrive. Tarn is getting fascinated by the entire process since you dedicate all your energy into it: deeply entwining your own biosignature into the materials, getting it into a proper placement, reshaping a nest-like structure, fluffing up everything, and keeping the three newsparks inside the middle.

And your considerable wells. You're pumping sparkling fuel and stocking the medbay and the habsuite, just in case. Cubes of very pale pink Energon lines the shelves and in a neat stack in one of his closets. It doesn't slosh easily like the fuel he's used to. It's thick and viscous, leaving a film on a partial filled container where he can see granules of curious substances.

He will never admit how his spark turns to mush and oozes out of its chamber when a blind, soft-plating tiny thing grabs his pinky. Or how he locks his entire frame when the split-sparks settle upon his chassis, cozy and comforted by his spark. Or how he tries not to grind into you during recharge, how heated you've become with the second carriage, especially around your middle.

If the DJD ever joins with Deathsaurus, then it's going to be awkward with all the rumors and misunderstandings running around. No one has ever seen you, so some think the Witnessed Acts documentation was a hoax or a prank. But not Deatbsaurus, he can smell the faint, lingering sweetness of sparkling fuel on Tarn.

At first. Deathsaurus is extremely leery because what kind of mech would willingly pledge their spark to Tarn? But then, there's no sign of them anywhere. It really doesn't help that he can vaguely understand Primal Venacular and makes a huge blunder from Vos' and Kaon's quiet exchanges.

The sheer pandemonium that will happen when Deathsaurus tears through the ship, thinking the worst, but really, you're just too exhausted with the second carriage. It's taking a huge toll on your frame, so you're basically nesting most of your time as you care for the newsparks with a couple of others checking on you, like Nickel, Kaon, and Vos since the gunformer enjoys your mental exercises on the dearly departed Deadzone.

[anon-e-miss]

The Desert Blooms - 10

“I know it wasn’t an easy decision,” Jazz told Prowl. 

Crowds had lined the streets cheering as they had ridden to the temple in a sedan chair. They had not come across as vindictive or wrathful to Prowl. He had searched the faces of thousands of mechanisms for hatred and he had only found jubilation. With singular joy, they had cheered the return of Amalgamous’ sparkline to the throne of Polyhex far more loudly than they were cheering Barricade and he taking the Touch of Adaptus. The worst of the indolent fool’s excesses had been well hidden and well managed during his life. If he had not been assassinated while serving as Prime in Iacon, there was no telling how much worse it would have gotten for Polyhex. He had named Zeta Major, Prowl’s eldest uncle his heir. The same uncle who had first attempted to murder Camshaft when they had been small sparklings. Zeta Prime had known who had arranged for this and had allowed his originator, the Emperor to collect on his debts by invading Polyhex. Perhaps it was karma that Zeta had been assassinated by Sentinel. Regardless, Prowl did not grieve the mech and unlike Amalgamous there was no cult in Praxus celebrating him. Windbreaker had only made a token show of anger at the murder of his first emerged. A simple bribe had been enough to see him turn his troops away from Polyhex. Sentinel had overpaid. Those troops had been simple conscripts pained to look like noble creations, trained from emergence for war. Zeta had not been worth even a single battalion of Praxus’ elite troops.

Barricade and Ricochet had been ushered off into their own room. Prowl wished he was not here to endure this but Barricade would not go and Prowl had made his peace with it. Jazz kept him company as they waited. As they spoke, priests were brewing the tisane that would unmech him. He had come to the temple wearing his armour, polished to a shine, he would leave in a silk gown. Already, it was hanging over the chair in the sitting room. The material was so fine, that Prowl hardly felt it against his sentio-metallico. To think this was what he was to wear for the rest of his life. It was unlikely he would be permitted to wear armour as Punch did, no matter the circumstances. Though having seen the welts and sores armour left on the revolutionary Touched, Prowl did not believe he would be terribly inclined to break that convention. In for a thoughtful touch, Punch had woven the cloth himself, creating a beautiful floral pattern. He had woven silks for Barricade as well in rich purple and black. It had been the norm when Punch had been Touched that the silks they wore to be perfectly sheer, simmering white. Prowl thought he understood why and it had nothing to do with the fragility of the Touched. Pigment and embroidery, done correctly added some modestly to a Touched’s garb and modestly was not their due. Would there be grumbling when he stepped out in his for the first time? The gown was sheer where there was no embroidery but there was embroidery over his array and his wells. His spark chamber would be bare between the panels of silk that made his bustier. It could hardly be called a chest plate.

“It was not as hard as I would have wished,” Prowl replied, twisting the soft silk of the gown’s skirt with his digits. 

His vestigial claws had been painted gold. Punch has not been sure if they would fall off as he was changed or if they would impale his digits internally if they were sheathed so for the time being, they were on display, perhaps they always would be. Would they still grow? The Emperor’s were long, as long as each digit in length and he kept them painted red and viciously sharp. His originator had always kept his claws short and unpolished and Prowl had always done the same. Camshaft and not seen the point of lacquer when he dug in the garden as often as he could. 

“Barricade would not have liked it if I had chosen death but he would have understood my reasoning, even though he disagreed with it. I could not have explained it to Bluestreak. He would have only known more pain, more loss. I was not sure if his little spark could take it. After I spoke to Ratchet, he confirmed my fears, there was really no choice at all.”

“Do ya regret’m imprinting on ya?” Jazz asked.

“No,” Prowl replied, smoothing the silks he had wrinkled. “Maybe I should?”

“Ya got a spark for love, nurture‘n protection,” Jazz declared and Prowl found his cheek plates warming. “Ya don’t regret doin’ what ya did for my framekin, do ya?” 

“No.”

“Even now?” Jazz asked. “Knowin’ that they celebrate what’s comin’?”

“Do they not see it as a blessing?” Prowl asked. “In the Lower and the Least?”

“Yeah,” Jazz replied. “They don’t know better.”

“Exactly,” Prowl replied. “They do not know better.”

“Y’re a good mech,” Jazz replied. “I can’t give ya the life ya deserve but I’ll do right by ya.” 

“Thank you,” Prowl said. “Punch is a fine mech, one of the finest I have met. You and Ricochet do him great honour as his creations. I believe you will show yourselves worthy as kings.”

“I hope you’ll be willin’ to advise us.”

“Of course.”

Punch brought Bluestreak to him a final time before the ceremony. The bitlet all but threw himself from Punch’s arms and into Prowl’s. He clung so hard, digging his tiny, clawed digits into his armour. Bluestreak latched hard, harder than he ever had and he suckled with great urgency. Prowl stroked his back and crooned to him. Since Bluestreak had fully imprinted on him, the bitlet had not been away from Prowl’s side for even a moment and this mega-cycle they had been apart for two joors already as Prowl had been detailed from ped to helm and the pure bitlet was beside himself. The violent loss of his biological family was still far too fresh, Prowl realized and he just could not cope with a prolonged separation. What were they to do after the ceremony?

”Seems like yer gonna have to bring Bitty Blue to us soon as ya think Prowl can handle it,” Jazz said as he stroked Bluestreak’s helm. The touch helped to reassure Bluestreak further and he became less frantic in his nursing. Prowl sighed with relief and he nodded.

”I will,” Punch promised. “I’ll take good care o’m. I promise.”

Prowl trusted him. He knew Punch would dote on Bluestreak even more if only Bluestreak would let him but Bluestreak had become very clinging as soon as Prowl had begun to lactate for him. Punch was one of the two mechanisms that Bluestreak could enjoy a little snuggle with, Barricade was the other. He loathed Ratchet at the moment. All the pain and confusion he had endured had been overlaid onto Ratchet. In time that would fade, Prowl hoped. Eventually, Bluestreak would be old enough to be reasoned with but he was just a tiny bitlet, not even a stellar-cycle old. Prowl wished he knew what his procreators had designated him and what they had been called themselves but their Praxian neighbours had all fled and no Polyhexian neighbour had come forward with information. It was unfair; their creation deserved to know them.

“Y’re sure?” Jazz asked as the temple bells rang. It was time. Prowl cocked his helm.

“Would you prefer if I changed my processor,” he asked.  

“Primus no,” Jazz exclaimed. Prowl raised his doorwings in surprise at the force of Jazz’s cliffs.

“I believe you,” Prowl sighed and his doorwings drooped with relief and he found himself flushed again. Jazz smiled at him and it was a charming smile.

“I don’t wish the Touch on ya, but I wish for death less,” Jazz replied with simple sincerity. “I wish I could think o’ some way to spare ya this that wouldn’t mean war with the chiefs. I wish, I didn’t think sacrificin’ ya was the best answer we were gonna get.”

“I do not wish for any more harm to your framekin,” Prowl said. “They have suffered long enough. I was always intended to be a sacrifice. In this way, I can serve as a shield against the Emperor’s machinations, rather than a convenient excuse for war.”

“I hope some mega-cycle I get to tell yer ori what a good pair o’ mechs he raised,” Jazz replied.

“I cannot imagine Originator being permitted to come here,” Prowl said and he grieved that with all his spark. He missed Camshaft dearly. He wished he could tell him that he was going to the temple and to the Touch with a clear helm. If Camshaft ever did make his way to Darkmount, it would not bode well for Jazz or Ricochet.

“From what ya told me, he ain’t the sort to ask permission,” Jazz replied.

No, Camshaft had never been inclined to ask permission from the Emperor and unlike the adage that it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission, Camshaft did not ask his originator’s forgiveness when he did as his willed. But Windbreaker was both cruel and petty and he knew his second creation perfectly well. It would hurt him to be forever separated from his creation, just as it would hurt Prowl, the most reviled of his grandcreations and Prowl had no doubt Windbreaker would make it all but impossible for them to reunite. Prowl prayed his originator faced this cruelty with stoicism and not temper. He did not want Camshaft killed. Perhaps, in time, one of his uncles, or perhaps his aunt would draw the focus of Windbreaker’s ire and Camshaft would have the chance then. Windbreaker hated Camshaft even more than he hated Prowl. It would take quite a grievous error to distract the emperor’s wrath from spiting his Second emerged.

Symbolically, it needed to appear that the one to be Touched went to the blessing willingly. The fact force was applied in the background, as it had been for Punch, as it was now for Prowl and Barricade, could not be on show. Prowl imagined there had been times when mechanisms took the Touch fully willing but Prowl suspected more often than not there was familial pressure and manipulation behind it. No mechanism after Prowl and Barricade would be faced with this pressure. Jazz and Ricochet had stayed out on the burning sands until the playing on their legs and arms had burnt and blistered to ensure they found every crystal and destroyed every one. They would go out again, Jazz had told him, at least once a vorn to make certain no new crystals ever grew.

Prowl stood in the doorway and waited. He saw Barricade take a goblet from from the priest at his own door and brush past the mech mid-blessing. He walked past Prowl to join him in his room. Prowl lightly dipped his doorwings as Ricochet followed after him. Prowl took poisonous tea from the high priest as the priest Barricade had interrupted, rushed to join him and the priests blessed them both as they exalted Adaptus. Jazz waved them off and closed the door. This was a private thing. Though Prowl would be presented when the ordeal was over, to show all, mostly the court, it had been done. Setting the poison down, Prowl removed his armour as Punch had advised. Prowl shrugged his doorwings as the others watched anxiously as he retrieved the poison and drank it down.

Pain!

He screamed but no sound came out. Prowl felt to the floor, saved from falling flat on his face by Jazz’s quick catch. It felt like Jazz’s digits were digging into his plating. Over and over Prowl wretched as it felt like shards of glass carved their way through his fuel tank and energon lines. It felt like acid was burning through his array. Servos cupped his helm as he writhed on the floor. The carpet scratched his sentio-metallico; it felt like hundreds of small knives cutting over and over. A keen deafened him and for a moment Prowl thought it was his own but his spark flared and Prowl dragged himself onto his knees and he crawled towards the door. Bluestreak. Bluestreak was hurting. His legs gave way as the poison burned like acid through his array. Was he leaking energon? It felt like he must have been. Though it felt like the carpet would skin him, Prowl pushed himself up onto his elbows. Bluestreak. Bluestreak. The door flew open and the keening became louder.

“What’s wrong with him?” Barricade demanded.

“He feels it through the bond,” Punch explained. “Jazz, help’m sit up.”

“I don’t wanna hurt’m,” Jazz sounded distressed.

“Ya will,” Punch replied. “It can’t be helped.”

“‘M sorry Prowl,” Jazz crooned and he pulled Prowl into his arms. Prowl thrashed. A cry finally escaped his vocalizer. Jazz was crushing him!

“Hold the bitty to his chassis,” Punch ordered.

“Won’t that make it worse?” Jazz asked. A weight like a boulder pressed against his chassis. Bluestreak’s spark screamed against his and Prowl stopped his thrashing and crossed his arms over the bitlet and trembled with pain beyond agony. His ventilations came in hisses as he tried to still his spark so as to soothe Bluestreak.

“No,” Punch replied. He stroked a tear from Prowl’s faceplate. “Their sparks were feeding off each other, creatin’ a loop that mighta been strong ‘nough to gutter’em both.”

“Fraggin’ pit,” Jazz cursed. “‘M so sorry Prowl.”

“Are they okay?” Barricade asked.

“I think the worst is o’er,” Punch said. “Barricade…”

“Ya don’t gotta do this,” Ricochet sounded panicked as he caught Barricade’s wrist. Prowl looked up at his brother and saw a will of fire.

“I only waited in case this was some trick,” Barricade said. He pulled his wrist free and took a step back. Prowl locked optics with his brother. “You aren’t getting rid of me.”

[wistsandmagic]

“Why can’t we just talk about it —”

"We've already talked about it, Prowler," Jazz growled from his side of the door, holding it shut with his shoulder, despite Prowl having given up trying to shove it open. "We've talked about it, an' talked about it, for years, an' you still don't bother t'question before you go off an' do somethin' like this wi'out seein' if your TAC-net's gettin' you losin' your common sense again!" "But it turned out just fine!" Prowl protested, leaning his head against the front door to the apartment he shared (normally shared) with his furious Conjunx, his doorwings drooping just slightly. "The Twins -- both sets, Jazz! -- came out of things just fine, just as I had ascertained they would!" Jazz was silent, staring mutely at the door. He could feel Prowl's EM field flickering toward him, and he resolutely shoved it aside, pulling his own so close as to nearly have it inside his skin. He did not want Prowl touching him at the moment. He let the silence carry, too angry to immediately allow himself to speak, and he could feel Prowl's unease rising from the other side of the door. "Jazz--" "'Just fine'." Jazz's voice was quiet. "Is it 'just fine' that those four 've worried their parents half'ta death for the past two months, not knowin' where they were? Younglin's not even old enough ta have jobs in the old days, out on their own, radio-silent under your orders, infiltratin' a Decepticon hold-out all the way out in Darkmount!?" He let some of his anger pulse out through the door, and the way it creaked, Prowl had physically recoiled from it. "Is it 'just fine' that two'a them are our nephews, an' their poor triplet's been so worried she ain't hardly eat for those two months 'cause she could barely feel her brothers? Windblade's sick 'cause'a your stupidity! Sunny and Sideswipe are havin' night-terrors 'cause'a your stupidity! Primus only knows what the Jet-Twins are goin' through, they ain't left Starscream and Skyfire's sight since they got back, because'a your stupidity!" The longer he spoke, the louder Jazz had gotten, until he was nearly yelling through the door, his voice more frustrated and furious than Prowl had ever heard him, his tape deck whirring so loud that it made a feasible substitute for an engine rumble. "We've talked about this, about you givin' in ta the TAC-net an' not even thinkin' about the livin' consequences of your actions, til I'm blue in the face."

The level of emotion Jazz was feeling was making him hyperventilate. He could feel Prowl's annoyance, his bewilderment, his underlying guilt that proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that his husband had known what he had done was wrong, not just from a safety perspective, but moraly and familially wrong, and had known from the beginning, and yet he had chosen to ignore it to go with what his battle computer had told him was the logical choice. The conflicting sensations made Jazz feel physically ill. He wrenched the door open, leaving the chain on to prevent Prowl from entering. He looked up, but he couldn't stand the thought of looking Prowl in the face, so he stared over his shoulder, at the silently-glowering Optimus Prime keeping Prowl from retreating away from their front steps.

"You put those kids in mortal danger," Jazz hissed. "I don't care if they are technic'ly Autobots 'n bear the brand, that was necessity, this stunt was not. They're younglin's, Prowl, barely outta sparklin' age, and two'a them are our nephews. You know better."

The sparkbreak trembling through Jazz's voice, under the anger, made Prowl's words die on his tongue. He couldn't deny it. He did know better, but his battle computer had given his plan a 93% chance of success if it involved the Jet-twins and the two boys of Blurr and Vortex's triplets, utilizing the boys' bond as best friends and twin-sets. He'd known their parents wouldn't agree, because of the danger and the age of the younglings, had known then what he was doing was wrong and morally reprehensible on some level, and thus had told the boys to not tell their parents, to fabricate an argument and 'run away' for this mission.

He'd known.

The betrayal in Jazz's eyes, barely visible through his visor, said that he knew it too. Prowl had known, and Prowl had done it anyway. Prowl had ignored his Conjunx's pleading to listen to his spark and not his battle computer now that peacetime was upon them, had ignored the work they'd done together to help Prowl overcome the urge to fall into the battle computer's calculations for everything.

Jazz couldn't even look him in the eye. He was so angry that Prowl couldn't feel him; it was like trying to touch an empty shell. He'd never been this angry at him, not even when Prowl had bad-mouthed Soundwave near the beginning of the war.

Jazz was so upset now that he was trembling, the sound of his tape-deck rewind wheels screaming as he fought to keep himself under some kind of control. Jazz didn't lose control, but the fact that he was visibly struggling now was a bit...frightening. "Jazzy, we can talk about this," Prowl tried to soothe, feeling something in him shatter just a little bit when Jazz shook his head, finally deigning to look the taller Praxian in the eye. The hurt in Jazz's expression was agonizing. "No, Prowler, we can't," Jazz finally said, his jaw working hard as he fought back the words he didn't want to say, though the agonized, furious sparkbreak roiling through his frame was all too audible. "You know you did wrong, an' 'til you're willin' to admit you did wrong, apologise to those kids an' their parents...an' to me, you ain't comin' in this house. I don't want you near me."

He looked up, over Prowl's shoulder, and stared at Optimus for a long moment before looking back at his husband, staring resolutely at his chestplate. "...get outta here, Prowl. I'll pack somma your things an' send 'em by Chromedome next time I see 'im."

And with that, he shut the door.

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - July 16

 Hello, friends! Short list this week because I spent several days re-reading a favorite of mine. Enjoy the list and be sure to leave your authors a comment/kudos! 

What do you think of the new banner?? 

***Recent favorites

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***Enchanted by iam93percentstardust

This night is sparklin', don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushin' all the way home

I'll spend forever wonderin' if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

~

Steve starts making his way back towards the directions of the cars, wanting to greet her, only to stop dead when he realizes who her date is.

Natasha has brought Tony with her.

Tony of the pictures, of the stories, of Steve’s infatuated little heart even though he’s never met him in person.

***once in a lifetime by meidui 

“You should be worried that I'll break into your apartment, steal your identity and flee the country with all your money,” Steve says, one arm slung lazily across Tony's chest, playing with the key to his safe. “You shouldn't go around handing out keys to people, you know.”

Tony makes a low, offended noise and grabs Steve’s chin, making him laugh. “Is that what you think I do?”

bake my breath away by earliebirb 

Steve develops a crush on one of his bakery's regulars, charming businessman-slash-inventor Tony Stark. He is not stupid enough to think Tony would ever like him back, though.

Besides, Tony is already in a relationship.

As it turns out, Steve might have been wrong about a couple of things.

A Place In My Mind by KandiSheek 

The Avengers all swap bodies, with Steve ending up in Ironman's. It's a nightmare for multiple reasons, mostly because Steve has no idea who Ironman actually is, and he'd rather die than be the one to expose his friend's well-kept secret.

What Ironman doesn't know is that Steve has a secret of his own. One of the mushy, romantic kind. And being this close to Ironman, after all these years of desperately wanting it?

It just might be a bigger temptation than he can resist.

Dark Matter by RurouniHime 

A mission goes wrong with troubling consequences for Steve. (Based in the world of sabrecmc's Celestial Navigation and its sequel Orbital Mechanics)

an anger that you crush and fuel by starvels (dinosaur)

“I’m mad at you,” Natasha says, gripping Steve’s collar so tight the shirt seams strain.

Steve glances down at her hand, and his arm quivers beside her head. “I know,” he says, voice rough.

Symmetry Breaking by Annie D (scaramouche)

After the Battle of New York, Steve rode off on his motorbike. That's how it went the first time.

This time he rides back, all the way to Stark Tower, where he asks Tony for help.

The God of Solid Life Advice by kehinki

It's 2012. Steve is just informed by Loki that Bucky's alive.

Loki also tells him some other things.

The Hazards of Falling in Love (Rescue Me) by EmmaLostInWonderland 

“So that’s your name?” Rogers hasn't looked away from him once. His eyes are a piercing blue, and Tony barely manages to keep from squirming under his gaze.

“Yeah. Or Telecommunications Operator Stark, if we’re getting technical about it.”

“Are we?”

Tony tilts his head slightly. “Depends. Can I call you Steve?”

The man grins. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, Tony.”

// Tony Stark doesn't date firemen. But he'll make an exception for Battalion Chief Steve Rogers.

written for BladeoftheNebula as part of the Stony Loves Steve 2023 Gift Exchange

Trying not to lose my sensibility by Girl_Back_There 

In the weeks leading up to his heat, Steve rethinks about his relationship with Brock. And his fading friendship with Tony.

i'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone by iam93percentstardust 

The real reason Tony wanted to do this movie, the one that he'll never tell anyone about, was because when he’d asked his agent who would be playing Chris, she’d slyly smiled at him and told him that it was Steve Rogers.

“Oh,” he’d squeaked, cleared his throat, and tried again in a more normal octave, but by then it was too late. Natasha had laughed at him and made the call without even waiting for him to agree to the audition.

He’s not quite sure if he should thank her or fire her for that.

Chamber of Reflection by Thahire 

A few years after retiring, Steve and Tony get a surprise visit from another Steve. Steve Rogers from Earth 1610 is lost, grappling with the new century he’s been unceremoniously dropped in, with confusing feelings for his new teammate, with himself.

Steve and Tony decide to get involved.

Soft Robotics by isozyme 

“I promise this is all non-toxic. The silicone is medical-grade, even.”

Steve makes a choking noise. “I would hope so,” he says, going bright, tomato red as he says it.

Tony makes some cool robots. Steve makes an assumption.

***Celestial Navigation by sabrecmc

Celestial Navigation: 18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn't happy about it until he is.

[bluemoonwolf17]

Small Idea on Optic/eye colors but make it Feral

Okay, so I really like an Au where Optimus is somewhat feral. He grew up in the wastelands of Cybertron and so he had to fend for himself until Alpha Trion or somebot took him in.

And I had an idea what if Optimus’s eyes change color if he goes feral, I like to think he would be able to go into a “Feral Mode” and his eyes would probably change to show he’s in that mode.

I kind of imagine it as a code in their processors so if it’s a code implanted into the processor technically, you could call upon that code if you choose to, I kind of had another idea about that.

What if the code can be transferred to an offsprin’ if that's true, if Optimus ever has a sparklin’ there is a chance that the code could be dormant in his sparklin’ and I think dependin’ on how feral somebot is the more potent the code is.

And I kinda did a thin’ with the cybertronian's optics and their colors

I was gonna actually draw an eye but I didn’t feel like it, so this is what I did now this is just a rough sketch. So it may or may not change in the near future.

And yes I know that Breakdown had more of a darker yellow I just didn’t have enough room for it, and I did try to get the colors as close as I could without doin’ a color grab.

I started this last night and I had an itch to make an animation of the optic changing into the “feral state”. It was actually quite fun to make although I've never done it before so it was a new experience for me.

It's actually kinda cool, anyways I'm gettin’ off track.

What if the full feral state is dangerous because there’s a 50-50 chance that you won’t be able to go back to the normal state of mind. I can imagine that most of the bots in the wasteland got killed because of that fact.

Nothin’ can get them out of that state if they can't get back to normal themselves they’re goin’ to be killed on sight, so Orion/Optimus only uses that as a last resort.

Also, I think besides the optics changin’ I think their denta would get sharper and their digits would also get sharper kinda like Megatron's teeth and digits but not like his shark teeth just the lower and upper canines.

I also think that there's a way to tell that they have the feral code. It's very subtle unless you’re looking for it and I think that it's different with each bot.

They’re also looked down on in Cybertron’s society there “feral” and “uncontrollable beasts” Orion had a lot of controversy in the higher society most thought he was goin’ to damage the Iacon, News flash glitch he never did!

Orion probably even hides somewhere high and I mean HIGH to the point where they got seekers to check the high spots in the Iacon they never found him though but most seekers that would be sent to find Orion would claim to feel that they were bein’ watched but could never find the source or they refused to ever try to look for Orion again #traumatized.

They also swore whenever a seeker would refuse to ever go look for Orion again they heard the feral little thin’ giggle.

Well sadly that is all I have for this idea for now, I can’t really think of anythin’ else but I really do like the idea of Orion\Optimus bein’ a feral little slag

….But now I have an idea about Optimus goin’ feral ...oh no I already have too many docs that I haven't finished, no bad brain!

[glasyasbutch]

playlist: calart

the het rights gripped me and morgan and bekah so hard and wouldn't let go until we did this

link to playlist on spotify

explanations below the cut

1. Storybook Love by Mark Knopfler (The Princess Bride OST)

She said "Don't you know storybook loves always have a happy ending?" / Then he swooped her up just like in the books and on his stallion they rode away / My love is like a storybook story but it's as real as the feelings I feel

Fairytale: Both

YES ITS THE ENDING CREDITS TO THE PRINCESS BRIDE. HOW COULD IT NOT BE. THEY. INVENTED. STORYBOOK ROMANCE.

2. I've Just Seen A Face by Jim Sturgees

l have never known the like of this / I've been alone and I have missed things and kept out of sight / For other girls were never quite like this / I am fallin', yes I am fallin' / And she keeps callin' me back again

At First Sight: Arthur

idk what to tell you man. morgan's writing the calart first meeting as i type this. he calls her "my angel" like 3 paragraphs in.

3. Enchanted by Taylor Swift

This night is sparklin', don't you let it go / I'm wonderstruck, blushin' all the way home / I'll spend forever wonderin' if you knew/ This night is flawless, don't you let it go / I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone / I'll spend forever wonderin' if you knew / I was enchanted to meet you

At First Sight: Callie

We spent. a lot of time. talking about the welcome home ball when the party gets Callie back to Iagora Edlynne and how she spent the WHOLE night dancing with Arthur and NO one else, asking him to bring TWO drinks from the drinks table for the both of them, taking her glove OFF to touch him while they chatted. Basically everything she could do to tell him she was madly in love with him, but trapped within the confines of polite society and courtship mandates.

And of course, it flew entirely over small town country boy Arthur's head. This song is for Callie begging Arthur to realize how much she loves him in a language he can't possibly speak.

4. Blue Eyed Girl by The Arcadian Wild

There’s wisdom in the way you speak and I see “I love you” in your eyes / Oh, I wouldn’t mind staying up, talking to you all night / ‘Cause you’re telling me everything about the books you read / Blue eyed girl let your hair hang down / Let the colors of your soul spill out for everyone to see

Realizing They Fell: Arthur

There's something so special about seeing Callie get to step out of her tower, out of her kingdom, for the first time, and that she chose to do it with her hand in his.

5. First Day of My Life by Honor Hunter

And so I thought I'd let you know that these things take forever, I especially am slow / But I realize that I need you and I wondered if I could come home / Mhm, mhm / Remember the time you drove all night just to meet me in the morning? / And I thought it was strange, you said everything changed / You felt as if you'd just woke up

Realizing They Fell: Callie

We established that, shortly after the Welcome Home ball, the OG party set out again. Without Callie. And after a few weeks Arthur was still wet cat moping SO bad the rest of them said. Good god we gotta take this man to elf country for closure. And at the same time. Callie had been pining SO endlessly she told her parents "actually I need to leave with him. sorry. you aren't going to stop me."

So Callie put out a Sending to Arthur along the lines of "Hello, I've decided I would like to join you all, if you'll have me. Meet me at [location]" and Arthur, who was literally walking into the palace to talk to her and happened to be below her bedroom window, screamed up "GOOD NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and then they ran to meet each other on the stairs and they kissed and it was perfect and.

Anyways all that to say the selected lyrics ARE that sending moment.

6. Wildflowers by Tom Petty

Run away, go find a lover, run away, let your heart be your guide / You deserve the deepest of cover, you belong in that home by and by / You belong among the wildflowers, you belong somewhere close to me / Far away from your trouble and worry, you belong somewhere you feel free

Adventuring: Arthur

We've shot a lot of shit about how the OG party meant "freedom" to every person in it, in a different way. For Callie, it was freedom from expectation, and the freedom to have something that was hers and not the Kingdom's for the first time in her life. So you know. "You belong somewhere you feel free". wahhh.

7. Like Ships Need the Sea by Emily Hearn

Finally, you gave me the hope I'd awaited /Finally, you gave me your heart /Gladly I gave you the love you'd awaited / Gladly I gave you my heart

Adventuring: Callie

from Callie's perspective, loving Arthur was also learning what she truly did and didn't care about re: nobility and duty. Whether her family approves or not this is what she wants and she's going to have him.

8. Andante Cantabile by Brian Crain

[instrumental]

Contentment: Both

bekah thought it was pretty. i agreed. morgan doesn't get to weigh in on the instrumentals.

9. Bella (Reprise) by Native Culture

Oh Bella, you waited for me / Oh Bella, I am yours the way I always longed to be / No more dreaming at a distance that is far too much to bear / I'm abandoning my whole life just to breathe in your same air / Cause you've been standing on the shoreline, now I'll finally meet you there

(Re)Union: Both

A late addition to the playlist courtesy of Bekah. The original Bella is on the calart secondary playlist, but this one gets a spot HERE because it's so much more cinematic.

You remember the "Callie and Arthur part ways after her welcome home ball and spend weeks pining for each other and then when they both can't bear it anymore, Callie sends to Arthur to ask him to please come back for her and he's Already standing outside her bedroom window waiting to tell her he couldn't go one step further without her at his side and they run to meet each other on the stairway and it's the world's best kiss?" scene I mentioned earlier? This plays over that and then it plays AGAIN over their wedding day montage and ends with their first kiss as husband and wife as they get to start their lives together all over again, and. Yeah. Yeah.

10. Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer

Kiss me out of the bearded barley / Nightly, beside the green, green grass /Swing, swing, swing the spinning step / You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress, oh

We'll Be In Love...: Callie

They fell in love adventuring!!! It's just sweet outdoors imagery idk idk idk!!!!!!! And also . this song and the next one opening on fields of barley imagery. idk idk idk!!!!!!!!!!!

11. Fields of Gold by Sting

Will you stay with me? Will you be my love? / Among the fields of barley / We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky / As we lie in fields of gold

We'll Be In Love...: Arthur

The outdoorsy imagery again!!! the barley!!!! Also the way this song tips into kids and growing old at the end, really bridging into the next part of the playlist about the "ever after" that follows "happily".

12. Band of Gold by Grey Havens

I'm never getting over you, no, I never will be over you / Yes, I threw away the key that bound my heart to yours / To the bottom of the sea, I don't need it anymore /There's no turning back for us, there's only moving forward

...For As Long As We Have: Callie

Callie got a whole lecture from her parents before she ever set out with the OG party about what it would Mean to give herself to Arthur. To a Human Man. When she's an Elf. She knows. She doesn't care. She'd rather lose him in love than out of it.

13. If We Were Vampires by Chester See

Maybe time running out is a gift, I'll work hard 'til the end of my shift / And give you every second I can find and hope it isn't me who's left behind / It's knowing that this can't go on forever / Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone / Maybe we'll get forty years together / But one day I'll be gone or one day you'll be gone

...For As Long As We Have: Arthur

from bekah: "can i put if we were vampires on it makes me want to die. IMAGINE ARTHUR SINGING THIS"

14. Ezra by Becca Vanderbeck

And honey, how I wonder what this life for you will be / Will it take you to the mountains? Will it take you to the sea? / Whether high upon the tallest peak or way down in the deep / Forever my baby, my baby you will be

To Theo: Callie

HE'S LITERALLY HER BABY BOY HER WORLD HER EVERYTHINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

15. Fight the Dragons by Norbert Leo Butz (Big Fish OST)

'Cause there's one more adventure waiting 'round another bend/ Where I fight the dragons and I storm the castles and I win a battle or two / But then a feeling comes like fifty thousand drums / All banging, "Bring my stories home to you"

To Theo: Arthur

I sent this to Bekah possibly before theo even had a name. It's soooooo. Theo looked up to Arthur and his heroics SO much as a kid. Walked around with a nerf sword replica of Arthur's broadsword constantly. Wore the Bannett Armor t-shirt threadbare. Played with the Arthur action figure until all the paint rubbed off.

And this is just ... Arthur loved that Theo loved it. Nothing could make him prouder. His boy! Following in his footsteps! That's all he's ever wanted really! Bonus points for fighting a dragon being how he and callie met.

16. The Tree by The Family Crest

And I'll be yours for all time / In time, you wrapped your roots around me, and how I found you in the weeds / You were the sea, and I was the soil, here in the earth, our roots they did coil / Entwined, now our hearts form a life, form a legacy

Legacy: Both (Callie?)

sent on discord at 6:14 am: "it's not a lot of Coherent thoughts but just like . the tree imagery as something that lives for hundreds or thousands of years if it's kept safe, and Callie with all the lifespan shit, and Arthur as the soil and the weeds and the things that are important but get grown away from in time and ALSO!!!! all the focus on memory and legacy and history for them both as Heroes TM but also as . literally royal lineage. and ALSO ALSO memory and history and legacy bc WITHIN CALLIES LIFESPAN they (Arthur and Theo) are Going to become memorials to her"

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

Tears of Gore

This is a fic in which you are in a relationship with Philip Ojomo, employee at Autohaven Wreckers and nothing more but a simple man. You share some nice moments with him, never expecting what comes next.

Warning: This is not a smut fic but Philip and the reader do have some heated time together.

“Change the song.”

“What’s wrong with this one?”

“It’s too upbeat.” you breathed out as your lips curled up into a smile, one directed at your lover that held himself on top of you.

“What is wrong with that?” he repeated, resuming the treatment he had going on on your neck before pulling himself away. “It’s a good song.”

“Not for this mood.” you gave a giggle as you felt his lips on your neck, skin already warm from the affections he had started giving you the moment you arrived at the scrapyard. 

The day had been a rather gloomy one, agonizingly slow and filled with boredom. It was such a tedious work day that Philip had his favorite songs playing loudly from his boombox. There was nobody around to complain about his tunes, not even his boss who deemed it pointless staying any longer at work; Philip was told he would be closing in the night. It really was one of those days when Azarov decided not to bother with keeping the place open for 24 hours.

With Azarov out of the way, Philip decided to break the rules again. As if he ever followed it in Azarov’s presence.

After he had called you up to give him some company, you were nearly thrown onto the counter Philip had been told to stay at for the remainder of the day. With a lack of working security cameras on Azarov’s cheap part, you and Philip were free to do as you wished in the emptiness of Autohaven. 

“Phil,” you faked a whine before inhaling through grit teeth, grasping onto the dirty coveralls worn by Philip. “That hurt.”

“You lie,” Philip chuckled, planting a kiss on the spot on your neck he had just bitten. 

“Maybe,” you bit your lip, still feeling Philp’s lips on your neck. “Come on, change the damn song.”

“Oh I know,”

“Philip Ojomo.”

“That the music’s fine like sparklin’ wine, go and have your fun.”

“Phil!” you laughed at Philip’s tendency to sing out whatever song was currently playing.”You’re ruining the mood.”

“Am I now?” he lifted his head to quirk an eyebrow, soon bringing one of his hands away from your thigh to caress his knuckles against your cheek. “ Laugh and sing, but while we’re apart don’t give your heart to anyone.”

“I won’t.” you leaned into his touch, soon lifting your hand up to his features to stroke the scars adorning them. “Now…will you shut up and kiss me?”

Philip felt as his breathing became shallow, becoming quiet so that he could almost hear your own. His eyes were fixated on you, your figure laying on the counter beneath him like many countless times, but this once…it felt different. 

The way you touched the scars on his face and his arms. The way you stared at them for too long was not like when strangers took a glance at his imperfections before looking away in shame. The way you made him feel was impeccable, making him feel that this was what he had been looking for after everything he had gone through.

“Phil?” you called out to him, feeling the scarring that went from his left cheek to his lips. Your fingers trailed the warm skin before stopping at his lips, rubbing the tips at what was the softest part of his face.

You stared into each other’s eyes for a few moments, not even the song in the background interrupting this moment as you saw Philip lean his much taller figure down to yours.

His larger hands were under your thighs, lifting them so that you could hook your ankles behind him. He dipped down until his lips were on yours, eyes shut as he felt your hands on both sides of his face.

Philip’s kiss had gotten a tad bit desperate, lips moving in a hungry manner that had you gripping onto the back of his coveralls once again.

Your hands had moved from the back to the collar, soon undoing every button as Philip desperately attempted to keep his lips on yours in the process. He helped you lower the top part of the suit to then reveal the semi-tight t-shirt beneath. Next in line was said shirt, Philip removing his hands from your legs to reach down and pull the piece of clothing over his head to reveal his toned torso and those strong arms of his.

Philip did not hesitate in reaching down for your shirt as well, already tugging at it upwards as your breaths became equally-as-desperate pants.

“Phil, Phil, wait,” you placed your hands on his chest, having a visibly confused Philip staring down at you with a nose that huffed in anticipation. “Did…did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” he whispered, gripping onto your thigh in an almost protective manner. 

“It sounded like someone…calling out.” you darted your eyes to the side, looking out through the one of the windows at the front of the gas station. 

“I don’t hear anything.” Philip replied as he also looked around, not hearing anything out of the ordinary. “Is it the music?”

“No, I could’ve sworn I heard something.” you furrowed your eyebrows in concern, unwrapping yourself from Philip before he removed himself to take a better look outside. “Like there was someone screaming.”

“Screaming?” he raised an eyebrow while still looking outside and after having turned off the music, keeping his attention on the rest of the gas station for a good while before turning back to you. “I do not hear anything.”

Philip could sense your uneasiness, then walking back to the counter to grab his t-shirt.

“Would you like me to check it out?”

“No. No, it’s fine.” you shook your head. “I was probably thinking back to that movie we were watching last night.”

“Are you sure?” Philip looked at you, seeing you give him a nod and a reassuring smile before ushering him to come back to you.

After a moment of making sure that all was alright, Philip breathed out a smile before his corny self came back, having to turn the music back on and change it to something that he felt fit the mood.

“You love that song too much.” you bit your lip once again as Philip brought himself between your legs, hovering his upper body over yours once again.

“Not as much as you.” he whispered against your lips before tilting his head to properly connect your lips together once again. “My love, my darling.~”

You softly moaned against him, especially as his long fingers trailed down the exposed skin of your thigh. He rubbed small circles with his thumb in the inside of your thigh, right before said thumb came onto part of your shorts covering your heat.

“Mmm, Philip,” you breathed out as he pressed his thumb rougher into you, prompting you to wrap your legs around him one more as one hand’s fingers entangled themselves in his hair.

His lips kissed the corner of yours before trailing down your jaw and then neck again, his hands already back at your shirt. He was finally able to lift it up and above your head before you were eventually topless, and he placed his lips on the skin of your chest bone.

Philip left a trail of kisses leading from said area to your navel as he grasped your hips. 

Your hands were still in his hair, grabbing bunches every now and then as Philip began undoing your shorts.

“Help! Help me, please!”

“Philip.” your eyes shot open as you immediately placed a hand on Philip’s forehead to stop his actions, resulting in him to lift his head up in confusion. “I just heard it again.”

“Heard what?” he tilted his head as he tried listening out for whatever you heard through the music.

“Please!”

“Phil,” you sat up as Philip found himself standing up while remaining between your legs. “You had to have heard that.”

“I did.” he placed his hands on your hips to press you against his chest, concealing you from whoever was confirmed to be out there. “Wait here.”

“Philip, wait-” you watched as he reached over to your shirts, handing you yours before instantly putting his on. “Phil!” 

“Go into the garage.” he told you, swinging open the door of the gas station before making his way out.

“Philip!” you shouted at him, not receiving any response from him as he continued walking away from the gas station with what you noticed was a wrench in his hand.

Immediately, you turned off the music before fixing your shorts and grabbing the jacket you had discarded much earlier. With your shoes already worn, you also made your way out of the building and to where you predicted Philip had gone to. Boy did he walk fast.

You made your way through the property of Autohaven, walking past the other garage Philp frequently worked in. Many times had you come to visit Philip at work, but it was usually in the daytime. Now that the day had gone by, you realized how much more eerie the property felt, especially with the many rumours floating around.

Passing by this building was when you noticed something: you and Philip had clearly not been alone. 

In an instant, dashed into the garage where you hid behind one of the work tables, watching three men casually walk by without a care in the world. They were laughing amongst themselves, one coughing after having puffed out a cloud of smoke but still managing to choke out a laugh. You didn’t recognize any of them, but you already knew they were the type of men to be here on account of Philip’s sleazy boss.

Once they were out of sight, you snuck out of the shop before hearing voices not too far from your location. You looked to the left, behind the garage, where you saw the office building Philip was rarely found at. You didn’t want to be nosy but…it worried you hearing cries of help and Philip going to them in a hurry.

Without a second thought, you made your way over to the offices, hearing the voices grow louder.

“…nothing more than a simple executioner. More or less every car has a soul in them.”

“What?”

There was no doubt that besides Philip’s voice, you were also hearing Azarov who almost seemed to be mocking your boyfriend.

“Haven’t you realized it, Ojomo?” he spoke as you almost hugged the wall of the building, poking your head around to see the two men standing beside one of the car crushers. “This is the ‘service’ we have been providing to certain ‘clients’.”

From a distance, you saw the look of shock on Philip’s face as he stared own at Azarov who could only give him a disgusting and malicious grin. You yourself were in great shock hearing as the rumours were true and that Philip had fallen a pawn into Azarov’s sick ways, but it was an even greater shock what happened next.

You saw as Philip’s face contorted into one filled with a rage you had never seen before in him. His fists were clenched as the veins in his arms popped up, the laughter coming from Azarov only worsening this feeling in Philip. 

Philip had been treated not so decently throughout his time working under Azarov and this was clearly what topped it all off, for you now saw Philip reach out to grab Azarov’s dress shirt.

“What are you doing!?” he yelled as he swung his fists around, clearly no match for the much taller and stronger Philip who turned to the car crusher.

Your eyes widened when Philip threw Azarov into the machine, allowing it to slowly compress as Azarov’s screams pierced the air. You clasped a hand over your mouth as you saw Philip merely watch the man be crushed in the machine like he was nothing. 

He seemed almost disgusted, clearly infuriated at the actions he had been forced to do without his knowledge. Philip did not care for the screams, no remorse present on his features as he saw Azarov’s lifeless head poke out of the machine.

Without any hesitation, Philip reached down to tightly grab the head, pulling it out in a single, swift motion as you saw blood pour out once a spine followed out.

Philip had not only crushed a man, his boss, to death, but he followed through by pulling out his head and spine.

No longer hiding behind the building, you did not realize that your shaking form was standing out in the open while staring at Philip with eyes filled with terror. In fact, you hadn’t realized that Philip had turned around, his own eyes widening as they landed on you.

With shaky breaths, you stood in place as he found it impossible to move as well. He knew you had seen it all, and he hoped you didn’t think of him differently.

It was clear that all the screaming, the early one and Azarvo’s had gotten somebody’s attention, for sirens could now be heard in the distance.

Both you and Philip turned to the side where the fence dividing Autohaven and the outside world was, blue and red being barely discernible in the distance.

Your heart was thumping against your chest fast, fast enough to have every beat sounding in your ears as you turned your attention back to Philip. Your eyes trailed down to his hands that were coated in Azarov’s blood, making you avert your gaze from the bodiless head that Philip still held onto.

Even then, you looked up at Philip’s face, locking eyes with his own that spoke thousands of apologies.

As the sirens grew louder, you clenched your fists before shakily stepping over to Philip who was still frozen in place, almost afraid of himself.

You released a deep breath before placing your trembling hands on his cheeks, feeling his scars as you lowered his head to place your foreheads together.

“You know that I love you, right?” you whispered, feeling as Philip nodded his head. “So…you trust me?”

Philip shut his eyes, whispering back a yes before he felt you press your lips against his.

“I need you…to run.”

At the sound of this, Philip’s eyes slowly opened to look down into yours.

“What?” he replied before you removed yourself from him, tears already straining the corners of your eyes.

“Run Philip.” you repeated as you looked up at him. “Run before they get here, and don’t look back.”

Philip stared at you in disbelief, clutching onto the head his hand almost refused to let go off before he pressed his forehead against yours again.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.” you shut your eyes as Philip nuzzled his nose into yours, the warmth of his skin soon disappearing as your eyes remained closed for a moment.

“I love you even more.”

You opened your eyes and turned to the side, seeing as Philip walked away, but not before turning around to give you one last glance. Before Philip couldn’t bring himself to leave, he quickly turned around, walking into a new veil of fog that concealed a great portion of Autohaven as the sirens now sounded much, much closer.

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; Speak Now (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift (Part II)

ENCHANTED

"There I was again tonight."

"Same old tired, lonely place."

"Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face."

"All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you."

"Have we met?"

"This night is sparklin', don't you let it go."

"I'm wonderstruck, blushin' all the way home."

"I'll spеnd forever wonderin' if you knеw."

"I was enchanted to meet you."

"The lingering question kept me up."

"Who do you love?"

"I wonder 'til I'm wide awake."

"Wishing you were at my door."

"This night is flawless."

"This is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends."

"My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again."

"These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon."

"Please, don't be in love with someone else."

"Please, don't have somebody waitin' on you."

BETTER THAN REVENGE

"Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did."

"Time for a little revenge."

"I had him right there where I wanted him."

"I never saw it coming, wouldn't have suspected it."

"I underestimated just who I was dealing with."

"She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum."

"She underestimated just who she was stealin' from."

"She's not a saint and she's not what you think."

"She's an actress."

"He was a moth to the flame, she was holding the matches."

"Soon, she's gonna find stealing other people's toys on the playground won't make you many friends."

"She should keep in mind there is nothing I do better than revenge."

"She looks at life like it's a party and she's on the list."

"She looks at me like I'm a trend and she's so over it."

"I think her ever-present frown is a little troubling."

"She thinks I'm psycho 'cause I like to rhyme her name with things."

"Sophistication isn't what you wear or who you know."

"They didn't teach you that in prep school so it's up to me."

"No amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity."

"Think about what you did."

"I'm just another thing for you to roll your eyes at, honey."

"You might have him, but haven't you heard?"

"I always get the last word."

"Can you take it back?"

"Do you still feel like you know what you're doin'?"

"Show me how much better you are."

INNOCENT

"I guess you really did it this time."

"Wasn't it easier in your lunchbox days?"

"Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything?"

"It's alright, just wait and see."

"Your string of lights are still bright to me."

"Who you are is not where you've been."

"You're still an innocent."

"At night, you live it all again."

"If only you had seen what you know now then."

"Wasn't it easier in your firefly-catching days?"

"Wasn't it beautiful running wild 'til you fell asleep before the monsters caught up to you?"

"It's okay, life is a tough crowd."

"(Age) and still growing up now."

"Who you are is not what you did."

"Time turns flames to embers."

"You'll have new Septembers."

"Every one of us has messed up, too."

"I hope you remember."

"Today is never too late to be brand new."

"It's never too late to get it back."

HAUNTED

"You and I walk a fragile line."

"I have known it all this time."

"I never thought I'd live to see it break."

"I can't trust anything now."

"Something's made your eyes go cold."

"Don't leave me like this."

"I thought I had you figured out."

"Something's gone terribly wrong."

"You're all I wanted."

"Can't breathe whenever you're gone."

"I'm haunted."

"Stood there and watched you walk away from everything we had."

"I still mean every word I said to you."

"He will try to take away my pain, and he just might make me smile."

"The whole time, I'm wishing he was you instead."

"Something keeps me holding onto nothing."

"I can't go back now."

"You're not gone."

LAST KISS

"I still remember the look on your face."

"The words that you whispered for just us to know."

"You told me you loved me, so why did you go away?"

"I can still feel your arms."

"All that I know is I don't know how to be somethin' you miss."

"I never thought we'd have a last kiss."

"I never imagined we'd end like this."

"Your name, forever the name on my lips."

"You're showin' off again."

"I'm not much for dancin'."

"I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets."

"There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions."

"I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep."

"I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe."

"Hope it's nice where you are."

"I never planned on you changing your mind."

LONG LIVE

"Remember this moment."

"The crowds in stands went wild."

"We were the kings and the queens."

"The night you danced like you knew our lives would never be the same."

"You held your head like a hero on a history book page."

"It was the end of a decade, but the start of an age."

"Long live the walls we crashеd through."

"How the kingdom lights shined just for me and you."

"Long live all the magic we made."

"One day, we will be remembered."

"All the years that we stood there on the sidelines wishin' for right now."

"You traded your baseball cap for a crown."

"The cynics were outraged."

"A band of thieves in ripped up jeans got to rule the world."

"Long live all the mountains we moved."

"I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you."

"Long live that look on your face."

"May these memories break our fall."

"Will you take a moment?"

"Promise me this."

"When they point to the pictures, please, tell 'em my name"

"Tell 'em how I hope they shine."

"I had the time of my life with you."

OURS

"Strangers' silence makes me want to take the stairs."

"If you were here, we'd laugh about their vacant stares."

"Seems like there's always someone who disapproves."

"They'll judge it like they know about me and you."

"The jury's out, but my choice is you."

"Don't you worry your pretty little mind."

"People throw rocks at things that shine."

"Life makes love look hard."

"This love is ours."

"You never know what people have up their sleeves."

"I don't care, 'cause right now, you're mine."

"It's not theirs to speculate if it's wrong."

"Your hands are tough, but they are where mine belong."

"I love the gap between your teeth."

"I love the riddles that you speak."

"Any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored."

"My heart is yours."

"They can't take what's ours."

SUPERMAN

"It's the same thing to me."

"He's got his mother's eyes, his father's ambition."

"I wonder if he knows how much that I miss him."

"I hang on every word you say."

"I love you forever."

"You've got a busy day today."

"Go save the world, I'll be around."

"Come back, I'll be with you someday."

"I'll be right here on the ground when you come back down."

"He's complicated, he's irrational."

"I hope someday you'll take me away, and save the day."

"He's not all bad like his reputation."

"I can't hear one single word they say."

"You'll leave, got places to be, and I'll be okay."

"I always forget to tell you, "I love you"."

"I loved you from the very first day."

"I watch you fly around the world."

"I hope you don't save some other girl."

"Don't forget about me."

"I'm far away, but I never let you go."

"I'm love-struck and looking out the window."

"Don't forget where I'll be."

"Wishing the flowers were from you."

"Wishing the card was from you."

"Wishing the call was from you."