#hey for her cat one she saved one of the eyes so that one didnt go to waste at least

[arolesbianism]

Fighting for my life to find more swap au songs that arent abt wx or Walter

[arroganceisherfavoritecolor]

A night in Reno

✧･ﾟ: * Pilot and Jack find themselves in a whorehouse, but Pilot ends up wanting the bartender instead...

warnings: absolutely filthy smut, kinda cheating, mentions of drugs

It was a slow night at the Dan. D. Fine, as always. You stood at the bar, fixing up the broken machines and washing the dirty cups. Most of the time, the only man you'd see was either a gross old fuck or a young virgin. There was also Mauzner, a nasty piece of shit nympho. As you shined up the bottles sitting on the shelf, you saw a pair of guys walk in. One was decked out in biker clothes and had a weird haircut. The other was dressed more normal, was cuter, and he wore a green visor. To put it simple, they didn't seem like the usual type to come into a whorehouse. The cute one glanced at you, making eye contact. You broke it, trying to look like you were busy and not awkward.

The boss lady called out all the girls from behind the curtain. They were decked out in lingerie and weird sexual accessories. You were cool with them, sliding them drinks throughout the night to help them through their shift. They all lined up, one by one.

The two guys sat on the couch with Mauzner, marveling at the beautiful women before them. Mauzner had his pick first, going with Lois who was dressed as a bar-maiden. Then the biker dude had his pick second. He ended up with Sophie, who was wearing a cowboy costume. And then there was the visor guy. He scanned the ladies, one by one. "Uh...I think im cool off that." He laughed nervously, looking at the boss lady. She rolled her eyes, motioning the girls to go back to their rooms. Now, it was just you and him.

He sat on the soft velvet couch for a moment, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. You glanced at him a few times, it seemed as though he was looking for something. He got up and walked towards the bar. You kept trying to look occupied, a little bit nervous to talk to him. "Hey, uh, you got a light?" he asked, a grin plastered on his face. You pulled one out from the cabinet, handing it to him. He lit the cig, inhaling deeply. "Y'know, I don't usually smoke cigs. Im a lot more of a weed typa' guy." You giggled, you could tell he was high out of his mind. "So then why not smoke a blunt?" you asked, still washing the dishes. "Smoked my last one right before we got here. Shoulda' saved it." He ran his fingers through his brown, dirty looking hair. You couldn't help but stare at him, he was just so... cute. "Whats tha matter? Somethin on my face?" he asked, giggling. "Nah, just looking."

You caught his name about 30 minutes into the conversation. His name was Pilot. He told you the whole story as to why that was his name, which you found quite interesting. You talked about everything and nothing, his life back in Vegas and your life here in Reno. You had been itching to ask him if he was in a relationship or something, but you didnt wanna come off too strong. "So, you got a little boyfriend or what?" he asked, eyeing you up and down. You felt flattered by this sudden question. "Nah, I'm single as can be" you giggled. "Really? Im surprised. A cute thing like you should have guys lined up across the block" he said, taking puffs off of the cigarette. "Well, how about you? Got a girl back in Vegas or what?" you asked, genuinely curious to know. "Well...it's complicated." Pilot laughed, his sleepy eyes shutting and his cat-like mouth curling up. "Hm, you guys are going nice 'nd steady or what?" Pilot grins. "Well... I was tellin' my buddy Jack that if banging was an island in the Caribbean, me and her are stuck in traffic in Jersey." This made you laugh. Although Pilot was heavily intoxicated, he was still charming. "She doesn't make you nut? Or are you sexually confused." You tilted your head to the side, looking Pilot in the eyes. He grinned. "Yeah..hell nah." He put out the cigarette, throwing it into the little ashtray beside him. "Maybe you could help me out with that?" he asked, licking his lips and flashing a toothy grin. You blushed, flabbergasted at his boldness. "My apartments right above this building, wanna spend the night?" you asked. Pilot followed you up to the apartment.

As soon as you shut the door, he launched himself towards you. He grabbed your face, kissing you passionately. The both of you stumbled into your room, closing and locking the door. Pilot laid down on the bed, watching as you straddled him. His hands grabbed at your hips, grinding you on his boner. You tore off the silly visor he wore, along with his shirt and jacket as you threw it off to the side. With the visor gone, it made it easier to kiss him. You kissed all the way down his neck, leaving hickeys. "Ah, fuck [Name]." Pilot had never been handheld in such a manner, it was so new to him. He helped pull off all your clothes, leaving you in just lacey pink panties. He gawked at your body, completely bare just for him. You kissed down his abs and along his mountain trail. You got all the way down to his pants, looking up at him with puppy eyes. Your ass was in the air, back arched. Pilot couldn't believe the sight before him. He had imagined something just like this the moment he laid eyes on you. You unbuckled his belt and pulled off his boxers. His dick sprang out, rock hard and damn near pulsating. You spit on the tip, wanting Pilot to beg for anything more. "[Name], please don't tease. It hurts" Pilot whined, his head thrown back. "Mmm tell me what you want me to do, baby." You kissed all along his dick, from the balls up to the shaft. "Just..just like that." Pilot was on cloud nine. You took all 7 inches in your mouth, deepthroating his cock. Tears formed in your eyes. Pilot reached his hand down to wipe them off, only making you more wet. Your head bobbed up and down on his dick. "Fuck.. fuck, fuck [Name]." You took it out of your mouth, wanting him to cum on your face. He came with a loud groan, painting your face. You stuck your tongue out, catching some in your mouth. You sat up and straddled him again, your face smeared in his jizz. Pilots eyes rolled back, the sight too much to handle. "Gonna make you cum all over again, yeah baby?" you asked, wiping the cum off and licking your finger. "Wanna make you feel good too, [Name]." He grabbed your hips again, guiding them more towards his face.

You hovered your pussy over Pilots face. "Pilot, I don't wanna suffocate you." you giggled nervously. Pilot didn't listen to you, instead grabbing your ass and forcing you down. You moaned, feeling his tongue flick your clit. You began to grind on his face, writhing and groaning at the feeling. It was a sensation you hadn't ever experienced. You grabbed his dick, stroking it as his tongue went in and out of you. Pilot groaned against your pussy. The vibrations of his voice almost made you cum, grinding even harder. Suddenly, Pilot stopped. You whined, the feeling of pleasure being ripped away almost painful. "Why, why'd you stop?" you asked in between pants. "Cant let you cum just yet baby, wanna see that pretty pussy cum all over my dick." Pilot moved you towards his cock, standing straight up from how hard it was. He lowered you down onto it until it was all the way in. You moaned, throwing your head back. Pilots thick cock was stretching you out so good, you didn't know if you could handle the whole thing. You began bouncing up and down, hands at your sides for balance. Pilots hands went from your hips, to your tiddies. He put your left nipple in his mouth, while he fondled the right. "Oh, fuck me Pilot." You began slowing down, your legs tired from bouncing. Pilot sat up and grabbed you at the sides. He began to use you like a fleshlight, bouncing you up and down. His big blue eyes gazed into yours as he fucked you. "Youre all mine now. Got that?" he said. "Yes, yes Pilot. All yours." At this point, you were delirious. As long as Pilot kept fucking you like this, you'd agree to anything he'd say. "Who's this pussy belong to? Huh?" he asked, slapping your ass. "You.. I'm yours.. I'm- I-" you couldn't think, you couldn't talk. You came violently on his dick, your juices squirting all over his lap. "Fuck, fuck yeah baby. Squirt all over this dick." Now, you were limp. You could barely sit up, the feeling in your legs long lost. Pilot was thrusting up into you, chasing his release. All you could mutter was a string of curse words, eyes rolled into the back of your head. "Shit shit shit Name." You could feel cum fill up your insides, warming you up. The thought of getting pregnant suddenly crossed your mind. You didn't care, through. The only thing you cared about in this moment was Pilot nutting all up in you. You fell forward onto him, his arms wrapping around your torso. You both laid there, trying to catch some breath. Pilot looked down at you and started giggling. "Damn, that was nice." You snuggled into him, drawing little circles on his chest. "Am I better than your girl?" you asked, looking up at him. "Nah, cus you're my girl." Pilot kissed the top of your head, watching blush creep across your face. "Goodnight, baby." you shut your eyes and drifted off to sleep. "Goodnight, [Name]." Pilot thought of what would become of this. He thought of maybe inviting you to tag along with them on their journey to Seattle. That was tomorrows problem. Right now, Pilot was focused on one thing: his new girl.

(wow i didnt mean for this to be so long whoops :3 but here ya go Highway 2002 fans! hope u like)

[yearningandpatheticaboutit]

CHAPTER 18: BRIDE AND GROOM

wc: 5894

warnings: death, gun violence, blood, ptsd

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***

san

my nerves are shot. i keep looking outside of the windows of woo's van as we wait ourside the park, counting every car that passes by and even the amount of street cats that i see lurking in the shadows of this shitty area. hongjoong came right to my apartment. if he held out on the attack on the warehouse, ignored seonghwa and kept changbin alive, he would've came straight to kill me. and i wouldnt have seen it coming at all.

and yaera was the one to see him. face to face.

the horrific images that flashed through my head of what he'd do to her haunts me continuously. i feel sick to my stomach. im even more determined to get rid of him, just so he'd never be this close to anyone i know or love. he's a fucking monster. he could have done anything to her and i wouldnt have been there.

i could have lost everything. and now shes out in that fucking park with the man that ruined her childhood and innocence.

"hey man, im sure shes fine," woo tries to comfort me, his eyes worried as he watches me through the rearview. "i heard her voice, she sounded like she had a plan."

"her plans wont always be there to save her," i mutter. her voice scared the shit out of me to be honest. she sounded calm, like talking about the errands she had to run. after everything that's happened, i know shes a ticking time bomb on the inside. like a branch on its last stretch, ready to completely snap in half.

"she got away from hongjoong," woo says. "honestly, i dont know how she talked him away. we both know if he knows where you live then..."

"hes doing this to fuck with us," i say, my hands clenching around my forearms as i try to still myself. i feel like im shaking even though i know im not. "you know damn well she didnt talk herself out of it. he let her live. he could have chosen not to."

and i wouldnt have been there. last time i wasnt there, my mother and i never saw each other again. at least she didnt die, but with how she took off she might as well be dead.

woo sighs and cracks open a bottle of beer and i cant be bothered to stress over it. my thoughts feel like they're racing. but when i heard the shots, thats when they paused. my head went blank hearing six clean shots rip through the air.

my blood runs cold and woo sets his beer down on the dash, turning his whole body to look at me.

"was that...?" woo starts, his face falling. "do you think thats hongjoong?"

realistically, it couldve been any other lowlife because we were in a sketchy part of town. but hongjoong being the scariest thing around means every fear automatically becomes about him.

"where's yaera now?" woo asks me, taking the beer and pointing at me as he gestures toward my phone. "call her! we need to bounce!"

six shots. i pick up my phone and dial her instantly, but it goes straight to voice mail.

fucks sake. out of all the times she chooses not to answer. i resort to texting her frantically, telling her we're outside of the park's entrance. she reads my messages to my relief, but a dangerous part of me thinks...

what if hongjoong has her phone in his hand, and i just gave our location away?

"w-oo..." i say, feeling my face getting colder. i want to tell him to start the van and get us the fuck away from here, but my mouth cant get out the words.

"there she is!" woo yells, rolling down the window and leaning out of it. "open the door, san!"

i slide open the van's door and yaera's on the other side. i pull her in and slam the door immediately and woo doesnt waste time shoving the key into the ignition and hitting the road.

for a few minutes, nothing feels real. i put the light in the van on, and yaera hasnt said a word. when the light shines on her face, i see blood splattered across her cheek. she doesnt look at me at all, but takes something out of my hoodie and plops it onto my lap.

its my dad's gun.

i look up to her with realisation. i think im drawing the right conclusions but im scared to say the words aloud.

"yaera?" i mutter cautiously.

she doesnt answer me, shes blinkling slowly like a zombie. i take her hand and squeeze it, but she doesnt squeeze mine back. god. please dont tell me this means what i think it means.

"what did you do?" i ask her.

"i killed him."

her voice is empty. thats when she finally turns to me. i cant read her eyes at all.

"sorry for dragging you guys into this shit. i probably made escaping harder for you, right?"

she says it casually. i dont know if it hit her yet. i think it did, but shes not ready to face it. my chest aches of thinking her alone in that park with him. six shots.

i take her face in my hands and pull her into an embrace. "im glad you're okay," i say. i want to say more but i dont know what to say. i wont ever know how it feels to do what she did.

i feel her shiver in my arms and i can tell shes choking back her emotions. probably terrified to face them after what shes done. this was it. i cant believe she had the guts to do it, to actually kill someone.

i threw up the first time i saw someone die. even worse when it was by my hands. ive never seen them die, but whenever i beat someone severely i could just tell they werent going to make it. i didnt want to be there when they croaked, so i ran before i got to witness it. i'd hear about it later on, and i wouldnt be able to sleep.

wooyoung is looking through us in the rearview, his eyes visibly worried. he knows what happened and i know hes thinking what im thinking.

this has gotten immensely more fucked up. yaera isnt just a civilian anymore. she crossed over to the other side. her hands are tainted.

"im fine," she says and then pulls away. she cracks her neck and stretches her fingers. "he tried to choke me out but he didnt know i had your gun."

"why did you do this alone?" i ask her, trying not to upset her.

"because i wanted to. who else should i do it with?" she says with a shrug. "he didnt try to rape you, did he?"

hearing that, wooyoung takes a long gulp from his beer and finishes it. i know he cant handle hearing about stuff like this. wooyoung's all good with violence until its sexual.

"i know what you mean but you couldve let me been there," i tell her.

she waves me off. "its over now. where are we going?"

shes being so casual about it, i know shes going to break as soon as shes alone. "mao's letting us stay at one of his drug houses. its in the suburbs."

"im assuming you guys still have to kill hongjoong, seeing as he came to visit you today and all."

"its his sister's wedding tomorrow," wooyoung says. "AKA D-Day."

yaera hums, then notices wooyoung trying to crack open another beer. "are you drinking and driving?" she says, almost with amusement.

"before you hound me like san does, just know im actually a better driver when im drunk," woo tells her. hes being so civil with her that i know this is his equivalent of walking on eggshells.

"well would you hear that," yaera lightly chuckles and looks at me with a smile. i cant shake the terrible feeling i have inside me when i look at her, knowing whats coming. the blood on her cheeks have dried. her hands are tainted. its going to break her.

her smile drops when i dont return it. "something wrong?" she frowns at me.

i pull her into me again, softly putting her head on my shoulder as the chest ache worsens. "i missed you, thats all." i mutter.

***

mao's house is a decent, middleclass two-storey that looks like every family's white pickett fence dream. its hard to tell that there's a drug lab in the basement just by looking at it. but if anything life has taught me is dont be surprised by anything.

and yet, even despite knowing that, i cant wrap my head around the fact that yaera blew santo's head off.

something in me is broken. i thought she needed me to protect her, to always be there, but now i feel useless. i know she can take care of herself, but i wish i protected her better. not from danger, but from this fate itself.

i couldnt keep her hands clean, even if they were already smudged with something dark. i dont have control over anything anymore.

she sleeps all the way there, and when we go inside the house, i take her up to a bedroom since she mentioned wanting to take a bath. i leave her alone to go talk to wooyoung, and hes sitting on the old furniture in the living room, staring mindlessly through the window.

he looks at me with a scowl when he sees me. "what are you doing here?" he snaps. what was his problem?

"whats with the tone?" i reply, taken aback.

"why are you leaving her alone?" he asks me like im dumb.

i stare at him in confusion. "shes taking a bath, woo."

woo stands up and gives me a bland look. "your little girlfriend just blew off a guy's head with six bullets and you're leaving her to take a bath by herself? go make sure she's not fucking drowning herself, dumbass! she was way too fucking calm about that shit!"

the realization hits me. wooyoung is right, god how am i so oblivious? i dont say anything more and run up the stairs, hearing no sound coming from the bathroom. no movement of the water, nothing. but i smell cigarette smoke.

i lightly knock on the door but no answer comes. i immediately push the door open and find yaera submerged till her collarbone, her arm hanging out of the bathtub with a cigarette dangling between her wet fingers. she puts it between her lips and blows out a puff as she looks at me with an empty gaze.

"i didnt kill myself," she says coolly. "you dont have to worry about me."

"i wasnt worried about that," i say. the bathroom is warm and foggy with steam, and her hair is all curled up, hanging into the water.

"really?" she says with a wry look. "well, you joining me then?"

this is not one of those times we can suppress how terrible we feel by having sex. but i dont tell her that, because im scared she'll reject me or kick me out.

i close the door behind me and start to take off my clothes and yaera doesnt even look at me. its the first time she isnt staring at me like some kind of preying animal, which makes me think she doesnt just want to sleep together either. but i cant tell what shes thinking at all, it terrifies me.

i get into the opposite side of her so i can see her face. her legs are lightly grazing mine underwater and still she doesnt meet my eyes. its bothering me so much. she takes one last puff of the cigarette before crushing it into an ashtray on the windowsill.

"why wont you look at me?" i ask her, meaning to be casual about it but i sound like im pleading. fuck.

her eyes finally drift up toward me and they're glossy and red. her face is frozen but i can tell she wants to cry. god, why did he hurt my girl.

"you think im horrible now, don't you?" she says, her voice just above a whisper.

"what? why would i ever think that?"

"do you think we bring out the worst in each other, san?"

her question throws me off, and i dont want to answer it. in the end we stare at each other until her resolve starts to crumble. tears start running down her face as she stares at her trembling hands like they're covered in blood.

"i...i didnt even stop when the gun was empty. i kept going...i knew he was gone and i kept going."

"come here."

i grab her hands and pull her over to me, sending the water sloshing to the sides of the tub. she sits between my legs, her back to me as i start rubbing her hair. yaera starts breaking down and i pull her close, our warm skin folding against each other.

"i want to fucking die," she chokes out between sobs. "why did he do this to me? why did he turn me into this...i hate this. i hate myself."

"he was a monster, yaera," i say and plant a kiss ontop of her head. "you did what you thought was right. i dont think you're horrible. i'd never think that about you. not after everything he did."

"i didnt want to do this," she holds her face in her hands, coughing her sobs out. "i didnt want to be this person. i just wanted to get away."

i let her cry it out, holding her through it all. nothing i say can fix this. the guilt will wreck her until one day it doesnt. until it passes like a headache that was never there.

"we'll get away," i whisper to her. "we can be entirely new people in cuba. we can be whoever we wanna be."

i rest my head against hers as i try to picture it. i want it to be real.

"we'll wake up every morning to birds and a tropical breeze. you'll wake up next to me with the sun on your face. we'll take walks to the beach, and if we live closer to the mountains, we'll walk out on our porch and just look out at the green slopes. we'll swim in the Salto de Soroa waterfall, and i'll put an orchid in your hair. you'll look like a girl from an island, and your skin is so tan its like you'll be a native. we'll have a small kitchen and drink rum every night, i'll take you to town and we can visit the art galleries. life will be quiet. time wont rush us in cuba. time wont exist."

i realized after saying everything how badly i want it to be real. i want to see yaera on a beach in those bohemian dresses with the salty air flowing through her curls. i want to lay on my stomach and tan after she puts sunscreen on me. i want all of that. i dont want this shitty reality we've been dealt with. i wont accept it. i'll grab cuba with both hands once all this is over.

yaera turns around to look at me, her eyes stunned by my words. i rinse the tears off her face and hold her cheeks gently. she smiles at me.

"i want all of that," she whispers. "i even downloaded duolingo and some youtube videos to learn cuban spanish."

i chuckle against my will. "you're way ahead of me, ive just been looking for jobs."

"theres so much we can do, we'll have the money," she says. "since you told me you were in trouble, i started depositing the money in my account every few days. we'll be fine. its not millions, but we'll manage."

man, i dont know where i got so fucking lucky meeting someone like her. i plant a kiss on her lips, short and sweet as i hold my forehead to hers, tasting the nicotine on her mouth. its not that bad when its on her.

"to answer your question, i dont. i dont think we bring out the worst in each other. i think you saved my life."

yaera's lip starts to tremble. "when i was out there with santo, i didnt feel alone. having your gun with me...it was like having you there."

"ive always wanted him gone. i just didnt know i'd feel this bad."

"it means you're still human, yaera," i tell her. "do you think he felt bad after what he did to you?"

she shakes her head knowingly. "he just wanted to do it again. over and over."

"exactly. feel what you need to, but dont forget your life was in danger."

"i went there knowing i was going to kill him. no matter what happened, i was going to do it."

she sunk against my chest, the water submerging all the way to her neck. tears continue to spill down her cheeks as she gazed hollowly at the bathroom tiles.

"i dont know who i'll be in cuba. i just want it to be nothing like who i am now."

"then that's how it'll be, yaera. just know im here."

"you always are."

her voice, that had been wrecked with sobs the entire time, seemed to say that firmly. she believed it wholeheartedly. i needed her to keep believing that till hongjoong and mingi were dead. its all that can keep me going.

"san, are you religious?"

"not really. why?"

"im not either. but i grew up catholic. i think i want to get baptized again. especially after this."

religion was never a big thing for me. i thought of god often, but in a way that he abandoned me somehow. my life wouldnt be this shit if he didnt.

"do you want to do it with me?"

i cant bring myself to say no to her. especially because i know what baptism symbolizes. a cleanse from sin. renewal. fuck it, its on theme for the fresh start right? might as well.

"alright," i smile down at her when she looks up at me. "we can get baptized together."

***

when we're done in the bathroom, yaera passes out on the bed, her legs tangled between blankets and soft breaths falling from her lips. shes absolutely exhausted, she even fell asleep without eating anything.

when i return to wooyoung, theres a guy drinking in the living room with him. hes tall and a fucking unit of a guy. one of mao's guys whos supposed to help us out.

"this is wong yukhei," woo nods to the guy respectfully. "mao's prized getaway driver apparently."

"im not just a getaway driver," the guy says with a smile. he honestly looks like hes never done anything wrong in his life. i wonder if these gangs just have unlimited supply to innocent people, ready to awaken the worst parts of them.

"im also a milkman," he chuckles. "you can call me lucas."

woo and i look at each other but say nothing.

"so you know the plan right?" i ask him. "get us in...we take them out..."

"i take you to the warehouse...ship arrives next morning. we see woo off, then we get you to the airport."

its a solid plan. but i see a shit ton of things potentially going wrong. all i can think of is...me. honestly. im the only one with so much shit to lose. i involved a civilian whos life i care about. now everything had to be perfect because i was already on edge.

i wanted to explain the plan to yaera, but she decided to pass out. when i go to sleep with her, she curls up in a ball close to me, crying in her sleep the entire night.

she shivers in her sleep because of whatever nightmare shes having...but for some reason it doesnt wake her up. she never wakes up. i pull her onto my chest and she clutches onto me like a last breath, her eyes never opening once. its like shes scared to face whatever she thinks she'll see when she opens her eyes. i cant blame her for that.

i eventually fall asleep, but it doesnt last long. because at 8 in the morning, wooyoung, lucas and i are loading weapons into the car.

two massive CS/LR4s, chinese sniper rifles. the sheer size of it overwhelms me, knowing i have to pull that trigger today, and nothing can save me from it.

if i want to be happy with yaera on the streets of soroa one day, i have to do this.

if i want to stay alive, hongjoong has to die.

"okay...this is starting to feel real," woo says, letting out a constricted breath. "are you ready?"

im never ready. not for shit like this. but nevertheless, i nod and pat wooyoung on the back. lucas appears behind us, gesturing to the house.

"go wake up your girlfriend. we're not coming back here," he tells me.

i didnt know that. "are you taking her to the warehouse while we go to the wedding?" i ask him.

lucas shakes his head. "nope. we're all making one trip to the warehouse. cant risk getting tailed by the police or anyone by returning to locations."

"so shes coming with us?" i ask in disbelief.  "shes gonna be with us when we..."

lucas has a sympathetic frown on his face. "i know it sucks, but trust. this is the least dangerous option."

i at least wanted some time to reconcile with myself before seeing her again. i didnt want her to see me right after i kill someone. but fuck it. i cant have everything i want these days anyway.

i swallow hard and make my way back to the house to get yaera. shes completely disorientated when i wake her. "hey...come on. we need to leave this place, you'll stay with lucas while i take care of things. alright?" i say, hoping she grasps my words.

yaera frowns, looking so soft and vulnerable from her nap. it makes my stomach twist. "whos lucas?" she mumbles.

"one of mao's guys. come on."

i place a kiss on the top of her head before getting up. i want to give her some space before all this gets too real. i havent explained anything yet, and im wondering if i should leave it that way.

"wait san. where are we going now?"

i pause at the door. "the courthouse. mingi's getting married there to hongjoong's sister. and then...we're following them to the reception."

"oh."

saying that out loud even feels so fucking evil. but i guess we're past feeling guilt.

"its almost over, yaera. dont worry."

i dont know who i was trying to convince more. her, or myself.

"san?" her voice softens, forcing me to turn around. "please dont die."

***

yaera

the fact that san and wooyoung's lives are on the line gives me something big to focus on so i wont have to deal with what i did.

santo haunted my dreams all night. constantly there, constantly polluting the background. its like he was torturing me still from beyond the grave. somehow i thought that if i got rid of him, all the memories of what he did would go too. i guess i was too hopeful and simplified it all.

hes like a fucking parasite in my brain. i dont want to give him the time of day. but hes all i can think about.

san is dressed in all black, wearing his infamous mask and hat combo. this is san, the gangster. and yet, i still care about him the same. his darkness never scared me.

although, i wonder if hes disgusted by mine.

we get into the car, and i dont get to sit next to san. instead im next to one of mao's guys, who keeps smoking in the car. he sees me hungrily looking at it and i cave when he hands me the cigarette.

on the drive there, lucas puts on the john wick soundtrack of all things. i give him a weird look and he has a smile on his face thats so joyous its inappropriate for the shit going down today.

i turn around to look at san and wooyoung, and i can see how stressed they are and the fear in their eyes. wooyoung cant hold eye contact, looking around like a nervous dog. san just looks despondent. like hes way too deep in his head.

when we make it out of this alive, im going to give him the best head of his life.

hes been so good to me. when i crumbled he held me. when i wanted to die its like he was there to remind me that i so desperately wanted to live. choi san has to live. he made me come back to life.

we pull up to the courthouse, and right there we see a fancy limo pulling away from the courthouse with the back windows saying 'just married'. lucas points eagerly. "we got them just in time!"

"this is kinda funny," wooyoung says out of the blue. "this is like sleeping dogs."

"what?" san looks at him. "how are you making this about a videogame right now?"

"winston's the red pole of the sun on yee, the triad in the game. he gets gunned down at his wedding by the rival gang."

i turn around and give him a concerned. "is that where you got the idea?"

wooyoung shakes his head. "nah. i just found out that after mingi gets married, he plans to take a break from the gang and make hongjoong take his rank in the gang. with that fucker in charge, he'll try to wipe out the whole 108ths. and mingi still has to pay for what happened with yunho. so i thought, fuck it. two birds one stone."

a strange smile crept on wooyoung's face. "we wont get the rival gang's ending though. dogeyes gets what he has coming. we'll make it out alive, because we only gave others what they had coming."

"and what about us?" san asks, looking out the window. "what do we have coming?"

wooyoung and i look at each other awkwardly before i turn back in my seat. "can i have another cigarette?" i ask lucas.

"sorry, sweetheart. gave you my last," he says then turns down the music completely as we continue to follow the limo. my nerves are shot as we take every turn it takes, and i wonder how the fuck they cant see us.

"how are you doing this?" i ask. "how dont they know?"

"most people dont watch the world around them. plus, i think even gangsters want to relax on their wedding day, dont you think?" lucas says with a confident smile. "dont worry, if i have nothing to worry about, you have nothing to worry about. only thing that matters is getting in."

i dont know the plan, i feel like the less i know the better. i look out the window as we pass by the buildings and as i see my reflection, i see santo's face riddled with bullet holes. i jump in my skin trying, blinking hard to make it go away. everyone in the car looks at me in confusion.

"are you okay?" san asks me, touching my shoulder. i swallow hard.

"yeah. just thought i saw a bug."

***

san

the limo stops infront of a big hall and we see mingi get out, holding his hand out for his bride. her dress is big and puffy, dragging on the floor as she gets out. hongjoong gets out right after her, taking her on his arm. mingi runs inside the hall as hongjoong holds his sister's face, her smile big and full of excitement.

im nauseous.

"you guys are entering around back, right?" lucas says, swerving the wheel hard, making the car jerk into a turn. "alright. lets do this."

he parks around the side of the building, right under a tree. we see a bunch of people walking in suits and dresses to go to the hall. wooyoung gets out of the car, pulling up his mask as he unloads the duffelbag with our guns in it.

theres a wall, but its jumpable. i get out of the car after and go first, hoisting myself over so woo can toss me the bag. he vaults over right after, and before we know it, we're in the garden.

we see a few guys with suits loitering around the back entrance. they dont look like security, judging by the lack of guns. so woo and i take the risk of walking right past them.

"hey!" a guy calls us when we're inside. hes big and buff. "who are you?"

"security." i tell the guy. "just assessing the perimeter one last time."

the guy narrows his eyes on me. "did you check with the boss?"

"yeah, dude. he gave us the order," woo says. "do you really wanna go ask him while hes busy waiting on his bride? its gonna look like we dont listen."

"alright..." the fucker still isnt convinced. i nudge wooyoung and we walk away from him. but his eyes never leave us. we had to make this quick. this place is crawling with black dragons.

we rush to the second floor of the hall and we find four guys lounging on rows of seats, hidden behind tapestry and curtains. they straighten as they watch us approach, standing up as someone starts playing "hear comes the bride" on the organ.

wooyoung charges at the first guy, pulling out a knife and stabbing him in the stomach. the violence is a blur. i unload the guns and start putting them into position, when suddenly my collar is grabbed from behind and im yanked onto the floor.

i jump up and launch myself at the black dragon, throwing my fist at him. he quickly dodges, driving a big one into my stomach. im winded for a moment, but i block his knee from hitting me there again. he tosses me to the wall, trying to kick me in the head.

i roll away and start running up the rows of seats, and wooyoung throws a guy down, having me jump over his body as he tumbles. i pull my knife from my jeans, swinging out at the black dragon, who dodges my attacks and pulls out a blade of his own. fuck!

"little help here!" i shout at wooyoung. im not even sure if he can hear me over the music. but woo's thrill of violence is always a plus. he comes running, knocking the guy from behind with his entire body. he falls towards me and i drive my blade into him repeatedly, his eyes going wide as he spits blood in my face. he plunges his knife into my arm in the process and i bite on my teeth, throwing him off me. when he drops, i look around and see all of them bleeding out on the floor.

i groan and hold my arm, the both of us heading for the guns. i honestly dont know how good of a shot i am. ive been nothing but a runner and the muscle. the last time i was behind a gun, i dont fucking remember but its too late for that now.

this thing has a scope. and a trigger. it cant be that hard. and even if it is, wooyoung's here. he'll get it right.

we're in separate corners, the gun subtly peeking through the tapestry. wooyoung agreed, he would take out hongjoong, and i would do mingi. at this very moment, mingi's waiting at the front of the hall in his suit, with his groomsmen standing behind him. hongjoong is halfway down the aisle with his sister, the flower girls dropping pink petals behind her as he walks her.

i put my eye to the scope, aiming for his chest. i didnt trust myself with a headshot. so the heart would have to do.

my arm is hurting like a bitch. mingi's standing still. i want to do it while the music's still going, but i guess it doesnt matter right? its not like the music will hide this motherfucker falling and dying.

my finger rests on the trigger. i turn to look at wooyoung and he gives me a thumbs up, telling me its ok to go.

1...

2...

3...

i pull the trigger. and so does he.

mingi doubles over as his shirt starts to bloom with red, falling head first down the steps of the platform. the music stops. hongjoong goes down. and so does his sister.

thats when i realized. the bullet went right through her head and hongjoong's ear. he looks up as everyone starts screaming and running out of the hall. wooyoung tries to shoot again. he misses. hongjoong runs and ducks behind a table. everyones fucking screaming. he looks up right at us.

at me.

his eyes are wide and half his face is stained with blood. his sisters blood.

we fucked up.

"woo lets fucking go!" i yell to him and abandon the gun. wooyoung stares in horror as he stands up. i run to him and grab his arm. "come on!"

we run down the stairs and into the crowd of people, and we see hongjoong right there. his eyes are murderous as he pulls out a gun and starts chasing after us, shooting blindly. we duck inbetween bystanders, running out of the front gate. hes fucking bolting after us. woo and i dart down the street, making a turn into the street lucas is parked. we hop into the car just as hongjoong appears at the end of the street and aims his gun at the car.

"drive!" i scream. lucas pulls out of the parking as a bullet hits the back windshield, caving the entire thing in. "put your heads down!" lucas yells.

the car speeds off as more shots explode behind us and hongjoong stands in the middle of the street, watching until we disappear out of his sight.

"i fucked up!" wooyoung screams, beating the back of lucas's seat. "how did i fuck up so bad!"

"what happened?" yaera asks, her face crestfallen. "what did you..."

"he accidentally shot his sister," i answer. "its fine. its fine. mingi's dead."

"but we needed HIM dead!" woo's voice completely breaks. "i fucking shot a girl on her wedding day."

"its too late now okay!" i snap. "its fucking done. we're leaving. tomorrow youre going to hongkong and im going to cuba. they dont know that. let them be the 108ths problem. fuck miss A."

woo holds his head in his hands and starts sobbing. lucas starts going at a lightning speed, and i just wish i could disappear.

even if we fucked up. its over. it has to be.

***

next chapter

tagslist: @mountiiny @brown88 @sansonlygf @mingkisbitch @yutaslaugh

[achaotichuman]

Beauty In The Neon Lights

I was scrolling Pinterest and found a lesbian couple that looked like fem!Tamcien. So I wrote a snippet of them! Blame @sonics-atelier for encouraging me

In the light of deep midnight and party lights, she was beautiful. Lipstick smeared across her face, the outline of lips in different shades painted down her neck and falling underneath the curve of her dresses neckline. The deep v that dipped low between her breasts, the shimmering green material reflected in the purple, blue and yellow lights spinning around her. 

Blonde hairs struck to her face, sweat dripped from her temple. Sparkling eyeshadow smudged underneath her eyes as her wine stained lips parted as she laughed. 

The long slit of her own dress fluttered as her feet seemed to move on their own. Crossing the crowded dance floor, magnetically drawn to the blonde beauty who caught her eye.

A red strand of hair fell from her loose braid, crossing her eyes as she pushed another drunken girl gently from her path. 

The beauty stood out amongst the crowd of people pressing in together, writhing and moving the beat of the music pounding in the thick, smokey air. 

Finally Lucien crossed the dance floor, the black fabric of her dress sticking from sweat to her thighs. Gloved fingers reached out and brushed the shoulder of the beauty, who spun around, Lord save her. 

Green eyes flashed in the neon lights, blonde curls bouncing around her sharp face. 

Lucien got a full look of the dress she wore. Sleeveless, pushing up her full chest, and pinching at her waist. Muscled arms flexed as she swayed to the heartbeat of the party. 

“Hey there.” She said, eyes dragging up and down the form of the woman that had interupped her night with a hungry gaze that made Lucien weak in the knees. Her legs nearly giving out on her high stilletoes. 

“Hey,” She managed to say back. 

The night went on, a spectacul of flashing, smoke and drinks. Lucien forgot here and there, leaving only traces of long, slender fingers trailing over her dress and pulling her in every direction. A cold, tiled wall behind her and a soft mouth on her neck. 

The headache woke her up, dragging her up from the dark slumber she had succombed too. Lucien didnt recognise the silky sheets her long legs were tangled in. Nor did she know the large bed that she laid in. 

All she knew was she was quite cold, which might have something to do with her lack of any clothing. 

“Shit.” Hissing the word as she sat up, Lucien grabbed at the green sheets, pulling them over her exposed breats. And covering as much of her naked skin as she could. 

Groaning she reached to her head, red curls in a tangled mess, falling into her eyes. 

“You’re awake.” A delicious voice spoke from somewhere. Nothing made any sense in her newly awoken, hazy mind, but Lucien turned her eyes to where she thought the voice came from. 

There was a doorway. A large one two holding double doors at least. It was open, giving her the view of a large, luxiourous apartment. 

But it was who standed there that caught more of her attention. 

The beauty, a voice in her head shouted.

Heat rose high in her face, balling her fists into the sheets, her stupid, stupid eyes, wandered. 

The beauty wore only a short green robe. Loosely tied around her waist. Long blonde curls spilling over her shoulders and down her back. Hitting the back of her knees. Those sharp green eyes reminded Lucien of a cat as they slowly flicked over her naked form. Prowling forward, she stepped closer. Lucien swallowed hard, it was difficult to explain, but this glorious woman felt more like a predator than a human being. 

The level of power she commanded in this space snatched the air from her lungs. It was odd how she walked so slowly and calmly whilst commanding all attention on her.

“Good morning, dear.” She smiled gently, a slight bit of relief flooded Lucien, she wasn’t unwelcome, which was a good thing, since she had no desire to scramble for her clothes, call a taxi and go home to a furious Vassa who would no doubt chastise her for staying the night at a stranger’s. 

“Good morning.” Lucien said politely, watching as the beauty sat on the edge of the bed, tilting her head slightly. 

“Lucien, right?” She asked, pale face void of any true emotion, though there was no coldness in her warm voice. 

“I-” Did she tell her that last night? “Yes.”

“Thought so,” The beauty smiled. 

Well that was odd.

“You thought so?” Lucien repeated, almost dumbfounded. A ray of harsh sunlight hit her in the eye from the large floor to ceiling window across the bedroom, she quickly blocked it with her hand over her eyes. 

“Our mothers know each other,” The beauty replied, a slight tilt to her mouth, “Our families are getting together later.”

What? The headache pounded again, all words sounding scrambled. 

Then Lucien narrowed her eyes, then her face went white. 

“Tamlin.” 

Tamlin smiled, the rosy pink of her lips only enhanced by the early morning light dawning in, casting her in a soft glow that made her appear radiant. 

Shit. 

Lucien was totally fucked. 

“The one and only, dear.” She answered.

“I…”

Shit

“I am so sorry,” Lucien said quickly, scrambling to get out of bed, “I”m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I never would have… I shouldnt have- I’m sorry-”

Her legs tangled in her haste and she fell off the bed with a short scream. 

“Oh god.” Tamlin rushed up from the bed and ran over to Lucien, taking her bare arms in her calloused hands. Hands rough from years of music lessons. 

Musci lessons, because Tamlin was the daughter of Dahlia Fairburn, the famous pianist. Who married one of the highest ranking men in their country. 

Heir of the Spring’s estate and fortune. Choosen for her immense intelligence and skills. 

Lucien was completely and totally fucked. 

How did she not even realise?

“Forgive me, Miss.” Lucien said quickly, “I didn’t realise it was-”

“Dear, do not be sorry.” Tamlin said kindly. Her voice a soothing balm to Lucien’s pounding heart.

“I should have realised,” Lucien still tried to ammend, “I was drunk, I was-”

“We were both drunk, dear.” Tamlin said, casting her eyes down, something ignited in them, the golden flakes seeming to burn like fire embers. Lucien shivered. Memories flashed through her mind, like a flashback she suddenly remembered parts of the early morning hours ago. Filled with the most deplorable of noises and the sight of legs splayed open for her mouth. 

Reddness rose in her face once more and she quickly stepped back from Tamlin. 

“Allow me to grab you something comfortable.” Tamlin said, turning around and walking towards a door. It opened to one of the largest wardrobes Lucien had ever seen. Tamlin absentmindedly took hold of a robe of dark red silk, tossing it carelessly to Lucien, who caught and quickly slipped into it. Typing the knot tightly. 

Tamlin then headed for the wide open doors of her bedroom, stepping over the threshold before casting a look at Lucien, one eyebrow raised and Lucien scrambled to follow her. 

Tamlin took her to a large granite table, gesturing lazily to a seat, which Lucien quickly took, fiddling with fingers anxiously, staring at the soft fabric of the borrowed robe. 

“Here, darl,” Tamlin placed something before her. Lucien looked to see a plate of steaming scrambled eggs on buttered toast before her. Her mouth dropped open. 

“Miss, please this is-”

“Eat,” Tamlin ordered, Lucien shut her mouth, quickly taking up the fork and knife presented to her. 

Tamlin took a seat beside her, her own plate filled, discreetly glancing at her guest as she dug into her own breakfast. 

“You know,” Tamlin said, her smooth voice breaking the silence, “I was quite surprised to wake up this morning to the famed Lucien Vanserra laying beside me.”

“I-”

“No more apologies.” Tamlin told her. A quirk of her plush lips, “I was pleasantly surprised.”

Oh.

“Oh.” Lucien blinked. Lord damn her, her tongue felt like heavy metal, langauge no longer coming easily to her. 

She looked curiously at Lucien, observing her every inch. 

Then she smiled, “You can stay with me until we go, the lunch is only in two hours anyway. I’ll get my driver to take us.”

“Oh, okay, thank you.” Lucien didn’t know how else to respond, it sounded logical. Though she might die before they left if the shoulder of Tamlin’s robe slipped down any further. Exposing more luxiourous skin. 

Tamlin looked her up and down once more like she knew what Lucien was thinking. 

[fishgir12]

question question question..

What kind of cat is Night Hunter!. is he one of those frail looking mangy cats does he have a lot of fur or is he a short hair

How does Shins spear play out in the au !! Like is his spear his horns or something. Does beau save hannah from a deadly blow still . . . whats the nightmare kings sword equivalent

When you say migo tried growing a horn but it went wrong can you go into detail... like what did she do.. I kinda imagine she has a fucked up horn crown thing but not like asingle unicorn one but the average big goat or ram ones . Hey i really like this au can you tell !!

Night hunter is a tall lean cat with a ton of fur! He’s almost dowsed in ash (to represent shadows) with the only things glowing being his eyes. As beau he’s tall and lean still but more clearly malnourished with a dirty coat and dull eyes.

Shins spear is still a spear but it’s forged out of his old fallen horns.

The nightmare kings sword in its dormant form can appear as a normal accessory for the animal that holds it. For example for Beau and Hannah it’s a cat collar but for the Nightmare king it’s a ring that goes onto her main (broken) horn and can sharpen to emulate that kinda sword sharpness without a goat needing to hold a sword.

This also applies to Lunia’s hourglass, for example when Logan is in possession of it, it turns into a bridal (or a saddle depending if Zoey needs a ride or not)

With Migo she believed that all magic stemmed from the horn so in turn she tried to gain magic by spending others. Every time she was around Lunia she would slowly take pieces of her mane, her hooves and the breaking point the tip of her horn. Migo used dark spells to even attempt to grow her own horn and in turn now the only magic she can use is dark magic. What she didnt know is that magic did not come from the horn so when Lunia woke up with a chipped horn and Migo missing she knew what Migo had done and still had enough magic to trap Migo in the cave.

The nightmare king is all fucked up and has three horns, her makeshift unicorn horn (think Queen Chrysalis from Mlp horn) and her baby goat horns which never grew

[balanmlpfurryandmore-confessions]

~1~

"So what your saying is that theater is abandoned?", Emma said with a hint of curiosity.

"Yeah and I wanna check it out! Come on Em it'll be fun! I gotta prove to our friends I'm no chicken!", Leo eagerly stated while jumping with excitement.

The two kids were always close by eachother, thick and thieves, however this time Emma was a bit unsure about the antics the two might get into.

Before she knew it Leo was running to the theater entrance to take pictures. Emma looked closely at the exterior, a beautiful look really, despite it's clear decay. The two snooped inside and found old movie posters framed along the walls, the people in the posters looked... familiar?

"Hey Leo?"

"Yeah Em?"

"Dont these people look familiar? The actors on these posters."

Leo looked at one, a farmer guy that looked just like the local corn farmer Jose.

"Yeah... super strange.... say.. when was the last time we heard from Mr. Jose? Like a week ago? Maybe we can ask him why hes in this spooky poster in this old place."

Emma felt a chill run down her spine suddenly and looked around starting to feel uneasy,

"Yeah.. let's get out of here and go ask then?"

"Come on Emma, dont chicken out now we literally just got here.. just a few pictures and we'll go okay?", Leo didnt let her answer as he ran off again snapping pictures determined to show his friends at school that hes the bravest.

Emma tried to stay close by, it was getting darker and darker. In the darkness she failed to see the dark pierrot that made a grab at the two and dragged them into a strange world unlike their own. It was as they fell that another clown showed their face, one with a wide eerie smile that seemed as if it were stitched into place. She couldnt see his eyes or really much of his head due to a huge hat.

After that she blacked out and would later wake up to the clown she saw nursing her hurt arm. The clown wasnt wearing that insane hat now so she got to see his sweet features and honey colored doe eyes.

It was a shame that the moment he noticed she was awake he rushed to hide that beautiful face like before. He must have thought himself ugly or something.

"Hello mr.... what's your name?"

"My names Balan, it's less a name and more so a concept... I'm a maestro balan, a being that embodies joy and purity."

Emma almost wasnt listening, she just was not expecting that voice, that sweet deep tone to just roll out of the beautiful clown. She finally remembered the extremely important detail,

"Wait, wheres my friend Leo? I came in with him... all I remember is falling into something with him and.. well I felt almost like I died if I'm honest.", that idea gave her the chills even if she knew better of it.

"He got taken, we all had a nasty fall and I could only keep you in my arms and away from my worst half. Lance took your friend, hes been taking people for a while and I cant figure out why...", Balan said all this with a bit of annoyance mixed with hate, this Lance guy clearly got under his skin.

Emma got worried at that, multiple people being taken? Taken where exactly and why? We're they alive?? Being eaten as they spoke!?

"Oh god, how do we save my friend? Or the others?? They must be so scared right now...", Emma bit her lip, she could practically hear Leo now saying she needed to stop being such a scaredy cat. This whole trip was a huge mistake.

"We can save them, but I need your help Emma. Humans are durable and can walk through negativity with ease, you can get through and rescue your friend and together we can free the others and restore balance."

Emma couldn't help but raise an eyebrow,

"A balance?"

"Yes a balance, keep up kid. Context clues would tell ya if I'm purity Lance is impure. So that would mean..." Balan gestured to Emma into finish his thought.

"So that would mean we need to restore balance by taking down Lance?"

The absolute sass of the clown in front of her was making her feel stupid as he gestured to say essentially, uh yeah duh.

"Anyway...", balan went on and straightened his clothes, "Come on little one, let's go get your friend and save the others. Assuming their alive that is."

Hope you all enjoyed that. Might due more when my hands arent tired.

This is basically bww but as told as if it was a Goosebumps story, sass and all.

[zatannaroth]

𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄

Burn every single witch alive!!

Read every single articles, the innocent's wanted Justice for the death of Batman. He was killed by someone who had magic. They didn't know who it was but wanted them ALL gone. The batfamily felt hopeless trying to save innocent's who were accused of 'witchcraft' .

Gordon lost many cops that night and he too felt 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.

Gotham was now worst than ever and not because the villains but the people who lived there. Many killed the joker, riddler and the falcons. Bruce wouldn't let his city fall apart. Not after he had made.

𝐇𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭.

"This shit is starting to feel like the Salem witch trials, accusing everyone is a witch and kill without any reason." Jason sat down next to Tim who he was currently looking at the monitors. "I'm afraid so..but we still have to find Bruce's killer." He haven't gave up for answers.

Jason sighs, he and Bruce didn't have such a good relationship with the old man but he did cared for him. "Has Dick found anything yet?" Tim shake his head and turn to face Jason. "No..but Barbara knows that a lot of people are sure accusing Ivy for it." Ivy has been isolation in a secret base that batfamily had made in case of an emergency.

"I'm surprised that they didn't accused her first, in the beginning... Hell I would." Tim gave him a look. Jason shrugs "what? you wouldn't too?." "Bruce was found with black magic, not with vines." Tim decided not to pick an argument. "I'm going on patrol..keep an eye out." He gets up from the chair and puts on his mask before heading out. "Careful out there!" Jason called out.

Tim was on top of an old warehouse that the penguin used to run. Now it's all empty. And he too was gone. So far Tim had saved several civilians from being burning alive. Now everything was peaceful beside the dogs howling and cats going though dumpster, it felt like a ghost town where he was at. Tim needed to relax, to breathe again. Now since Dick was in charge of anything, to be the new leader and Bruce's Enterprise.

Tim was so distracted in his own head that he hasn't noticed the black sparks coming out the old warehouse next store. Until there was a loud noise of glass shattering. He looked up and saw a girl with a grey jacket.

Her hands were shaking with black light.

"HEY!"

He called out. But when the girl saw him. And began to run. Tim got his grapple hook and head over to the next building. "STOP!" He shouted. But the girl didn't even cared and jump to an other roof.

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑚𝑒.

He pulls out his battranger and throws it at her. The girl trips and before she could get up. Tim's grabs her. "I'M SORRY, I DIDNT MEAN TO." She cries out.

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛?

Tim had the girl around his arms as she tried to kick back and scream but ending up landing on his lap. Tim didn't fought back but instead held her tight, letting her lose her energy. The girl did eventually started to feel drain and started slowly to pass out, letting her head on his shoulder.

He moved some hair away from her face and saw her tears coming out. He felt bad for her but had never seen somebody this afraid seeing him. Tim decided to not let the others knows just yet. He pick her up in a bridel style and headed to one of his safe house. Raven woke up and her head was pounding a little. She groaned and held her head, laying back to the pillows. But then got up immediately realizing this wasn't her place.

"Oh good, you're up." She wasn't alone.

She didn't remember what exactly happened but looking over to a guy who has black hair with blue eyes with a suit. She was with THE Red Robin. She could feel the room shaking. But didn't mean to. She couldn't control her powers.

"Hey.." Tim grab her hand and felt her world stopped shaking.

𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑖𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡?

Tim sat down in front of her. "I'm not going to hurt you.." he whispered. Tim had 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 show his secret identity to anyone. But he wanted her to trust him.

"I...I mean do to it" she told him. Tim didn't understand what had she meant.

"didn't mean to?... "

"To kill him...it's all my fault."

Tim didn't wanted to react or at least in front of her. He just nods and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. If everybody found out that SHE was the one that kill the dark knight. They wouldn't show her any mercy and burn her alive.

.....𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑇𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘....

"what's your name?" he could look her up on his computer and hopefully find anything on her. The girl hesitate at first, "My name is.. Rachel, Rachel Roth." She looked into his eyes, they were so calming for some reason. Why did she felt trust in him?

Tim notice her eyes were purple, rare then normal. And her skin looked like she was glowing...she was gorgeous to be a witch. "Urgh..I have some tea ready if you would like some, to calm you down." He rubs his neck and forgetting that on hand is on her.

"Yeah..tea sounds nice."

Raven watches how Tim let's go of her hand while he got up and grab two mugs with tea and walked back over to handle it to her. She mumble a thanks and took a sip of the tea. her mind felt much more relaxed.

Tim wanted Rachel to take her time, he knew that she's been through a lot. And wouldn't wanted to scare her. Athough Rachel did looked around his age. "How are you feeling?"

"Better."

She assured him with a small smile but her eyes didn't match it. Raven then decided to talk what happened that night with the Bat.

"I was just kidnapped by some person..they took me to a abandoned church. They knew that I wasn't normal, started to enchanter these words that weren't some language that I knew..." She took a breath before to continue

"I felt someone possess over my body, there were a lot of screaming, blood, and dead bodies all around me... including 𝒉𝒊𝒔. He try to save me and I kill him! all I did was run, run as fast I can...It's all my fault that everyone is seeking revenge for his death. Killing each other, thinking it was them."

Tim didn't wanted blame her. But she was responsible for Bruce death. And for not coming forward in the beginning. Tim had to really think about what next.

𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠?

"Rachel I'm going to need you to stay here in order to protect you. But you have to tell me... are there more like you?" Rachel shakes her head "No, I've mostly been alone...but I'm trying to control my powers."

𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒..

Rachel let out a small yawn and tried to cover it up. But Tim thought it was adorable, "You're tired..just sleep here." He assured her. But Rachel refused. "No..it's you bed I can sleep on the floor." She was about to get up from the bed.

"Rachel you don't deserve to sleep on the floor. Not after what you had been though."

"What about you?"

"Don't worry about me, I got work to do".

He gets her mug and puts it's back to the kitchen sink. Rachel lays down on the bed but doesn't closes her eyes yet. She looked up at the ceiling. "Sleep Rae." Rachel got up and look over at him who was currently sitting in a desk chair.

"I'm sorry but to asked, what do I to call you? Like red? Robin Or something."

she was actually curious in what to call him.

"Well the name Red is taken. But my name is Tim Drake."

𝑇𝑖𝑚..

"Well Thank you Tim..for saving me. I promise I would do anything to help to the stop this mess I've created."

Rachel fell asleep soon after and Tim continue to research her past, and was shock to find

Angela Arella Roth

Ran away from home to join church of blood

Only a minor when she gave birth to a girl.

Claims the father of child is a...

Tim looked over at peaceful raven, she was no witch...

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧.

[asmotheavatarofhorny]

1. Are you named after someone?

my dead name is actually a character in twilight :’) (thanks mom) as for my real name, nope haha

2. When was the last time you cried?

i went to a restaurant a while ago with my friend who didn’t tell me she was inviting a bunch of other people that i didnt know. i’m not good with new people so i was super tense the whole time and cried the whole drive home TT (ik im a little weenie baby because of this, but to me it was vry scary (´；Д；`))

3. Do you have kids?

well… i do have a pack of stray cats that hang around by my apartment building that i feed and kissie and stuff… but no human children hehe

4. Do you use sarcasm?

i use it a lot but am bad at detecting when other people are using it (; u ;)

5. What sports do you play?

i like playing basketball with my friend :) he wants to be a professional one day so i go out to the park with him every other weekend and help him practice ><

6. What is the first thing you notice about someone?

this might sound weird but i first notice their hair color. i live for coloring and dyeing my hair, but it’s really time consuming so its one of the things i really admire in a person. it tells me ‘oh! this person spends a lot of time on themself and cares about themself!’

7. Scary ending or happy ending?

depends on the media. i love a good dark horror film but if i’m too attached to the characters it will leave me bawling

8. Do you have any special talents?

no lol. i’m as boring as they come.

9. Where were you born?

Illinois. I’m ‘Murican ;))

10. What are your hobbies?

Otome games<3 also i like to draw and write. i also play guitar :))

11. Do you have any pets?

i have a sweet around 9 month old siamese kitten that i got the day ‘trigger’ came out. i thought asmo’s line was so cute that i decided to name her ‘keytoon’ after the way asmo says ‘kitten.’ so when i call her over i say “hey/hi keytoon!” ><

12. How tall are you?

i’m 5’2… but i tell everyone i’m 5’4 hehe. i told one of my friend’s i’m 5’4 once and now he believe’s he’s 5’9 (spoiler: he’s not)

13. Favorite subjects in school?

Literature and english :)

14. What’s your dream job?

i’m currently saving up money to go to college in japan and study to be a translator:) i speak pretty decent japanese and have been studying for almost 2 years so my vocabulary is pretty okay! i want nothing more than to get into Osaka uni and study there

15. what color are your eyes?

brown… basic as hell lolol

i have no friends(?) or mutuals other than @psychocoffeeaddict, so i will now tag some other obey me people who i want to interact with more ( ；∀；)

@leviathans-watching @still-a-morosexual-help (play along if you want!!)

tagged by @weeping-in-the-willows! ty!

1. are you named after someone?

maybe Captain Morgan a little bit, but other than that no.

2. when was the last time you cried?

sometime in June, but i don't remember when

3. do you have kids?

only my students

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

allll the time

5. what sports do/have you played?

uh, i ran track for a year and that's about it

6. what’s the first thing you notice about someone?

probably their hair!

7. scary endings or happy endings?

scary

8. do you have any special talents?

no i am very boring

9. where were you born?

kentucky

10. what are your hobbies?

reading, writing, internet browsing, napping, going on walks, organizing things

11. do you have any pets?

yes i have a cat named Roo

12. how tall are you?

5'6"-ish

13. favourite subject in school?

English

14. what’s your dream job?

if i could be anything i'd probably work in a museum of some sort or be a poet

15. what colour are your eyes?

green

tagging (no pressure): @yoursummersuns @writermagnolia @whennyxfallsinlove @track6ts and anyone else

[bitterlavenderwritings]

no place like home

a/n: a request from @daniagabriella48 (idk why tumblr wont let me tag you, im sorry). you didnt specify any prompt or au you wanted so i just wrote whatever came into mind.

this is quite short im sorry.

pairing/s: yan!kozume kenma x f!latina reader

wc: 618

tags: yandere, mentions of kidnapping, stalking, this is pretty mild. timeskip setting! reader has tanned skin but ive made everything else as general as i can.

it's 8 am in the morning and you've had a long flight. huge crowds of people rushed past you as they scrambled to escape the tight space the airport offers this early in the day.

you felt great, better even. it was nice to take a trip back home, the familiar smell of home nearly brought tears to your eyes when you first arrived in your homeland from the last two weeks.

the break was well deserved, your job gave you a burnout you couldn’t recover from. by using your saved days off, you went on a trip back home with permission from your boss. 

spending time with your mother and siblings felt like a breath of fresh air you haven’t had in a while. even if your mother kept you busy with errands and taking care of your siblings, (even if you were technically, the guest) it was nice to see your loved ones in your childhood home.

coming back to tokyo filled you with dread you didn’t even know was there. it settled in the pit of your stomach, lowly waiting to come back up as soon as you see him.

in truth, you went back home for more reasons than your tiring 9 to 5. reasons that involved your very safety, reasons you couldn’t even tell anyone. not even your mother.

you remember how she fussed over at your arrival, mutterings of your native tongue falling from her lips as she stared at your state in distaste.

“you look too tired.”

you couldn’t...wouldn’t.

“mija?”

a bump on your shoulder brought you out of your trance. the stranger didn’t even bother looking at you as you squeaked a ‘sorry!’  when he passed by.

finally out of the suffocating crowd, you picked up your pace, eager to get a cab and go home. you were exhausted, and there was nothing else you would rather do than to dump your bags in the living room and pass out on your couch.

a loud ping halted you from your tracks.

[unknown] : hey

no.... that can’t be right.

[unknown] : aren’t you gonna come and see me?

you blocked his number ages ago.

taking a quick look around your surroundings, you hoisted your bag higher up on your shoulder before you sped up your pace.

even if it was broad daylight, you knew he wouldn’t care. he was relentless. always knowing where you were, no matter what time of the day. he nearly got you last time, and the time before that, but you even started to guess he let you go on purpose.

he was playing with you... he had to! like a twisted version of cat and mouse he disgustingly told you that got him off too many times than he could count.

turning into a corner, you stopped to take a break. you were too tired, even with the adrenaline you felt pumping your heart. your bags were too heavy and you had nowhere to go, no one to call.

realizing how bad your situation was, you couldn’t help but to cry. you just wanted peace, to get away from him. now you just felt stupid, thinking he’d stop if you got out of the country for a while.

it was wishful thinking. you were too scared to do anything. you felt so stupid for not telling your mother anything and now you just backed yourself up into a corner.

just like how he anticipated.

a hand shot out from behind, clamping over your mouth when you least expected. with his other arm wrapped around your middle, you struggled with difficulty in his arms as you heard him chuckle just right next to your ear.

“guess who.”

[nanaminsonyfans]

✨Shouta Aizawa hcs✨

A/N; fuck it, shouta aizawa relationship headcanons because i'm a self indeulgent bitch and need my fix

Pairing; Shouta Aizawa x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings; spoilers for season four, fluff, smut, sfw, nsfw, slight angst

SFW

Shouta Aizawa is obviously a big ol teddy bear

You love to embarrass him at UA, you yourself being a teacher at UA!

You teach them hand to hand combat, but like aggressivly, like you fucking kick ass

You're quirk is just being fast, kinda like the flash or quicksilver

Along with the speed, you are semi hyper, enough to keep up with the kids these days

You've been married to Shouta for a while but both of you agreed that your private life is to remain private, only the other teachers and nezu knew about it

You keep your ring on your finger ofc, but he keeps his in a chain around his neck, hidden behidn his binding cloth

You were on that mission to save Eri; hearing of a little girl made you frustrated and depressed

You and Shouta always talked about having kids but never really acted on it, i mean you both kinda already adopted Hitoshi Shinsou....

You were running with Mirio, honestly too fast to have the walls stop you. Also you can vibrate your patricles to slip through anything, but that leaves you comepletly naked if a wall did get in your way

Luckily that didnt happen.

Mirio was faster than you, you honestly didn't know whether to be thankful or angry at yourself because you go there late, his quirk was already gone

You tried to get the girl, overhaul was fast though, faster than you which was a first

He made the floor spikes, stabbed your feet and legs; causing you to not be able to run.

It hurt to walk or run so you didnt

"Y/n! What happened!?" Shouta finally arrived.

"You're...You're late to the party." You grunt, shoes now covered in blood and your suit ripped from your ankle to your mid thigh from the stabbing.

"Are you okay?" Concern fills your husbands voice, your couldnt see his eyes from those goggles and his hair but you could almost sense the tears.

"Sho, dont care baby. You arent the emotional one. Thats me." You teased and kissed him. "I'll be fine, worry about Deku and the girl, I-I think Mirio got out- i mean Lemillion." You sigh softly

After everything, you were bedridden in the hospital, much to your dismay

"Y/n stay in bed you can't be walking around!" "I can and i will- ah fuck-" Walking still hurt, the soreness and tenderness of your feet overpowering the need to see anyone or get around.

You heal up of course; and around the the same time as Eri. You always went over to her hospital room despite the warning not too but hey, she was obviously lonely.

You would braid her hair, paint her nails if she wished, put flowers in her braids or pigtails, you even watched Sailor Moon with her in which she wanted her hair up like hers! It was adorable

When she needed a play to stay, You jumped out of your seat so quick

"Shouta and I can take care of her!" You yell before Nezu can even finish his sentance. Your husband turned red at your declaration but he didn't argue

So she became your little buddle of joy!

You've never been happier

You teach her all of the schooling she missed out on, and helped her and answered any questions she had

Aizawa loved her as much as you, you felt like a happy family!

Then the time came; FAMILY PHOTOS

You talked Shouta into it, it was for christmas cards to send to the facility and your family! It would be cute!

So you go to the mall with Eri and Shouta, and but onesies. The theme is cats, its the only way you got Shouta to say yes to your shenanigans

Eri wanted a pink cat, you wanted a purple, and Aizawa was a basic bitch and wanted a plain black one

It was all fun though

This man loved his little family, i mean why wouldn't he?

He had the best partner and daughter, even if she was adopted she addressed you both as papa and papa/mama

NSFW

This man is big on eating you out

He can work his tongue like a GOD(i listen to too much yagami yato)

"You like that kitten? You always taste so fucking good...it's intoxicating."

His words always made you quiver

Shouta's favorite position is between your thighs, he loves to be suffocate between them

You love to have your thighs around his neck , his scruffy beard always tickled your plush soft thighs

You're always covered in hickeys and love bites, thighs, hips, chest, collarbone, he never made obvious marks, he still wanted your guys private life to be PRIVATE

He much rather give you pleasure orally than received it from you, but you love to treat him

You're very scandalous and ended up giving him a few blowjobs in the teachers louge or in broom closets at UA

You get punished for it later

Because of his binding scarf he is very much so into bondage, with your consent of course.

He'll tie you up, legs spread, blindfolded, maybe even gagged, he likes to tease

Aizawa is not into hurting you, but if you request for him to choke you of pull your hair, he will.

"Pull my hair Sho." He pulled your hair. "No, not from the roots, the ends so it hurts." Shouta was no sadist but, hearing those moans almost made it worth it.

[magalidragon]

Okay drabble #2 for @lalacristina18 ‘s ask! Hope you like this one! It’s a little silly and kind of Fixer Upper Fanfiction ( @nlights37 is that a thing? I’m doing it) meets my drabble “wet paint.”

Enjoy!

haunted house | 30. “You better watch yourself”

It was the dumbest thing she had ever done.

Except she felt like she had to do it.

How else was she going to get the cute handyman to ask her out?

"Just ask him out!" her best friend shouted, as she took a crowbar to the siding on her house, prying up the nails. Missandei was used to most of her antics, but she knew this was going too far. She watched, amazed, slightly terrified, and in awe, muttering, "You have gone mental Daenerys."

Maybe she had gone mental, but she was also put off by how attractive the handyman was. He was incredibly sweet. A little goofy; he apologized one day when he showed up in thick black glasses, saying he'd forgotten to put his contacts in before he left the house. She had wondered why someone would apologize for that, but she soon learned that Jon Snow, Handyman Extraordinaire, apologized for quite a few things that were in no way his fault or under his control.

Like when he couldn't get a part in time to fix her hot water tank, because it was a weekend and the store was closed. "No problem, guess I'll see you Monday," she had simply said with a smile and a cheerful glee, because she knew they were closed on the weekend and he'd have to come back Monday.

Or when she had purposefully yanked out some sort of fuse in her car so it wouldn't start and he had apologized that it had gone missing. "Not your fault at all!" Because it's totally my fault and then she'd pretended to find the fuse on the ground. "Will this fix it?"

He frowned at the tiny piece of place and wire. "Um, aye, that's so weird..."

Today she was going to claim there was something wrong with her siding and it needed to be replaced. She dropped the crowbar, wiping sweat off her forehead, and placed her hands on her hips, glancing at Missandei, who was shaking her head side-to-side. "What?"

"Just bloody ask him out! I'll do it for you. You're destroying your house just to get him to come over." She smirked. "He has to know what you're doing. He's just taking your money and knowing you're using him which is wrong, or he's really bloody stupid and that's not great either."

"You haven't met him yet."

"What guy could be so attractive and cute and sweet and all that for you to resort to this!?" Missandei waved her hands at the splintered wood at her feet. She sighed, closing her eyes. "Dany, love, you are my best friend but..."

"Good morning!"

Dany threw the crowbar into the bushes, spinning on her heels and beaming at the man who had poked his head around the open fence to her back garden. She waved. "Hello Jon! Good morning to you!" She rounded on Missandei, who stared at him and smirked knowingly. "You're a little early."

He turned pink, coming around the corner holding onto his toolbox. "Aye, sorry about that, I thought I might get you a coffee..." he trailed off and politely smiled at Missandei. "Oh I am sorry, I would have gotten another....here, you can have mine if you want."

To her best friend's stunned silence, he removed one of the two takeout coffee cups from the tray in his other hand and passed it to her. Missandei swallowed hard, clearing her throat. "Thank you, that's...so nice of you."

He smiled again in his shy, half-smile way that Dany absolutely bloody adored, and turned his face to her. "You called last night and said that your bathroom pipes were leaking again? I don't know what is going on, I mean..." He scratched his hair, brow furrowing, and gazed up at the old-as-shit house she had purchased with intent to completely renovate. "I swear I just fixed those..."

"Oh you did, I'm sure this place is cursed."

"By a Valyrian dragon," Missandei mumbled under her breath.

Dany stepped on her foot and crossed her arms, grinning. "And would you look at this? This siding is rotten, I think we'll need to replace it."

"Um, yes of course." He knelt and picked up some of the wood, shaking his head. "You must have an angry ghost Dany, this looks like someone took a crowbar to it." He was immediately concerned, jumping to his feet. "You should file a police report, someone could be vandalizing your property!"

Missandei sipped her free coffee and mumbled again, not so quietly, "Hmm, someone with silver hair I think."

"What?" Jon asked.

"Ignore her, she's mad." She forced another smile. "It's fine. I...thank you Jon, perhaps look at those pipes first and then we can look at the siding."

"I have wood," he blurted out.

Missandei choked. Dany flushed bright red. "Oh?"

"Hmm, in the truck. Be right back." He turned on his heel and walked away. Dany elbowed her best friend, who stared now at his retreating back.

"Oh my."

"It's beautiful. I just like to look at it."

Missandei patted her arm. "Daenerys you are my best friend, but if you don't ask him out by the end of the day, I'm going to tell him everything you've been doing and only because I'm scared you might set your house on fire just to watch him come running in with the fire hose."

Dany hummed. The idea was appealing, but arson was certainly not an option.

Yet.

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It was the end of the day; she'd tried her damndest to get him to ask her out. Missandei had left, becaus she claimed she couldn't watch it any longer, proclaiming them both "stupid idiots" and Dany had to agree. She was a stupid idiot, trying to get him to look at her as something other than the crazy lady in the haunted house. She'd worn her bikini top while gardening, she'd broken her siding, and stuffed leaves in her gutters.

And Jon Snow still didn't bloody get it.

Maybe he was stupid, she thought, and watched him bent over some exposed pipes in the hallway leading to the master bedroom. A himbo or something. Except she knew he wasn't, because she'd seen that he had a stack of books in his truck to return to the library, one of which happened to be her brother's boring ass tome on Targaryen History, and he'd eagerly chatted with her about it.

"So why are you a contractor?" she asked. She kept referring to him as a handyman, but reminded herself he was more than that. He ran his own business and lumber yard up in Winterfell. "Do you just like fixing things?"

He shrugged, reaching his arm down into the pipes. "I do like fixing things, but when I got out of the military, nothing really appealed to me. Didn't want a boss again and I like building things. Working on my own terms."

"I like that too." It was why she moved up North, a freelance journalist, and needing a safe quiet space to recharge and focus between assignments. She got up and cleared her throat. "I'll be downstairs if you need me." She was halfway down the stairs when she heard a strange sound. It was a yowl.

It sounded like Drogon, she thought, turning towards the wall. "Drogon?" she called.

He meowed again, pitiful. She moved closer towards the wall and knocked. Her voice trembled, calling once more. "Drogon?"

A light scratching and more yowling.

She screamed, realizing with horror that Drogon was inside the bloody wall. "DROGON!" She banged on the wall, running up the stairs, crying out. "Jon! Drogon's in the wall!"

"What?"

"I think he must have crawled in when we were talking and not looking, oh my gods, Drogon!"

Jon frowned at her, still not moving. He narrowed his eyes. "Drogon's in the wall, huh?"

"I think so."

He cocked his head and got to his feet, sighing hard. "Dany, I...I think I know what's going on and..." He turned bright pink. "I really have to confess something..." He shifted on his feet and blurted out, really fast, his Northern burr thick. "I...I know that not everything here is breaking and...and I'm fixing it and stuff, but...well...the store was open and I didn't get hte part because I wanted to come see you and...and I may not have cleaned the gutters all the way so I could come back and...oh gods, I haven't charged you at all because I'm just...I like you!"

Her eyes widened, too terrified for her cat to process what he'd just admitted to her. "But...I...I'm sorry, but he's really in the wall! Listen!"

They both were quiet and after a second, heard the pathetic howling of a trapped cat.

Jon moaned, mortified, shoving his face into his palms. "Oh my gods! I'm so sorry! I thought...oh fuck, forget what I said!"

"No I can't forget it because I like you too!" They could have this conversation after they saved her damn cat.

It took awhile, of her trying to coax the damn cat out from the opening in the floor, to Jon carefully searching and finding a space in the wall to knock through with a sledgehammer so he wouldn't hit Drogon or anything unsafe. Bits of drywall and debris scattered, "You better watch yourself," she warned him, when Drogon began to hiss and pant, terrified as they drew closer to him. "He might attack!"

"He's just scared, he'll be alright."

A couple hours later, her entire hallway and stairwell covered in broken bits of drywall, plaster, wood, and insulation, her very dirty and ashy cat enveloped in a blanket in her arms, Dany finally looked up at JOn. He hadn't said a word to her about his confession of not really fixing anything because he liked her and wanted ot keep seeing her.

She ducked her head, whispering, "I know it was wrong of me too, to keep breaking things...I just really liked you too."

"I'm not good with women," he admitted.

"Clearly, I was walking around in my bikini and you didnt say a word."

"I was trying to be professional!"

She giggled. Drogon whined in her arms. She scowled. "Hey! You didn't think I was serious that my cat got stuck in the wall!"

"I thought it was another thing like when you called me to say that your pipes were clogged at ten at night." He arched his brows. "Come on Dany."

"Alright, that was a ruse...but he really did get stuck!" She let go of Drogon, who raced into her bedroom to hide under the bed and lick his wounds-- more like his pride at having to be rescued by humans of all things. She looked up at Jon, sitting on the step just above her and grinned. "Can we agree to just...kind of start over?"

he nodded and licked his lips; she shivered. "Start over at dinner tonight?"

"Yes, dinner is perfect."

"And I'll be the first thing in the morning to start working on..." he gazed around at the chaos surrounding them, sighing. "This."

"Sounds good."

Turned out he didn't have to show up early at all the next morning, because he was already there, fast asleep in her bed, both of them exhausted. Dinner had been merely an afterthought.

[toriwakes]

Pretty Boy 187 [s.r x reader]

summary: reader finds out that her new found tumblr crush is none other than her coworker.

content warnings: she/her!reader, mentions of alcohol

a/n: hi!! i’m so happy to be posting again. i’m really proud of this, so i hope you all like it! as always, let me know if you have any requests!

convincing spencer to get tumblr was tough. not only did he hate technology, he didn’t like social media either.

“it’s gonna be fun! c’mon, please?” you’ve been bugging him about it for about a week. “spencer, please just download it. if i have to hear (y/n) whine again i’m gonna loose it.” said derek, plopping is papers on his desk. “you like it when i whine.” you teased, causing derek to flash you a toothy grin. “alright! jeez.” you clapped of joy and jumped to help spencer, but he stopped you. “no way, i’m not letting you follow me.” he kept his phone facing away from you, your arms dropping to your sides in defeat. “fine. i’ll find your account somehow.” “we’ll see about that.”

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over the next few weeks you acquired a few new followers, only one catching your eye. ‘prettyboy187’ followed you on a quiet friday afternoon. the username caught your attention at first, but when you checked is profile? that’s when you were hooked. half of his pictures were just aesthetically pleasing: outside of his window, his extreme sugary coffee, some books. but others...

it was an excerpt of a poem and his hand was holding back the pages. you doubt he meant to capture it so beautifully. just his hand was godly. you wasted no time dming him.

hey :)

how desperate did you look right now? he followed you barley an hour ago. you cant stop staring at that picture.

hello

he didn’t sound happy. well, he didn’t “sound” anything, you guys were texting. but you could feel his tone through the screen. where you overthinking this too much? you shuffled into your bed, wrapping yourself in the covers as you pondered what to say next.

i just wanted to tell you i really like your account. are you a photographer or something?

no, i’m not. my friend convinced me to get this app and i noticed people post aesthetically pleasing photos on here, so i’m just doing the same haha.

ok, well you don’t post nice pictures. at least, not that type. maybe you’d post a picture of the snow or your bed, but every now and then you’d bless the feed with a picture of you in a swimsuit. it was more for opinions on the suit than anything else.

ohh. maybe i should start doing that.

how do you mean?

oh.

that sounded like a very judge-y ‘oh’. your eyes scanned your own profile to see what he could’ve hated. there was you in your favorite red swimsuit, a picture of your computer with netflix on the screen. the rest of the posts were of the same type, so you couldn’t pinpoint what the problem was.

what is it?

no, nothing. your recent picture. that’s a nice swim suit.

oh. that’s what he meant. you practically threw your phone across the room and squealed. thank the universe that he didn’t dislike you already. you shot him another text. just like that, you had your first ever tumblr crush.

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“what’s up with you pretty girl?” derek asked when you walked into work. you supposed you still had the blush on your face when pretty boy wished you a good morning and day at work. “nothing!” you said, obviously it being something. as if on cue, spencer walked in behind you also giddy. “what, you’re both sweet on someone now?” when neither of you responded, derek laughed. “what?” emily inquired, taking her seat. “spencer and (y/n) both have a crush.” emily’s jaw dropped. “spencer has a crush?” everyone broke into laughter, jj overhearing and almost dropping her files. “why is that so surprising?” spencer defended himself, derek giving him a ‘you know the answer to that’ look. “well?what’re their names?” he pushed. you bit your tongue. you didn’t even know his name. yikes. “let’s start.” aaron called. saved by hotch. thank goodness. “this ain’t over.” derek warned the two of you. yes it was. by the end of the day morgan would’ve forgotten all about this.

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you were right like always. morgan didn’t ask anymore about it, instead offering to get drinks. you turned it down, desperate to get home and text your boy. and you did, only at 11pm.

hey, sorry it’s so late. had a long day at work.

no worries, so did i. listen, i have a question.

this boy only sent messages that would make your heart drop. with a pacing heart, you texted back.

yes?

his ‘online’ button flashes on. then he was typing. then he was deleting. it seemed like hours before he responded.

what’s your name?

godamnit. you didnt have a display name because you didn’t want anyone you knew finding your account. what’s a fake name you can use? maybe...

lila.

why did you pick spencer’s ex’s name? you don’t know. you remember being insanely jealous of her because she got to kiss spencer in the pool while you were posted outside. your crush on spencer was still very much alive, but not as much as it was with pretty boy.

that’s a pretty name.

thanks. now you have to tell me yours ;)

you’ve never been so nervous for a text conversation in your life. for some reason, the back of your head wondered what it would be like if you were texting spencer. it was just a thought, though. spencer would never say half of this stuff.

call me morgan.

oh NO. please no... you stalked his profile again, terrified that you’ve been flirting with your coworker this past month. alas, your eye caught another body picture- this time of his arm. no tattoos like derek. not to mention he was much smaller. not that that’s a bad thing. you don’t think you’d ever be able to handle derek...

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you arrived at work yet again with a blushing face. “come on, you can’t keep hiding this from me! tell me something at least!” derek whined. “okay! his name is morgan. and i know what you’re thinking, and no, it’s not you, my boy is much more attractive.” derek’s mouth formed into an ‘O’ shape in fake offense. “that’s damn near impossible. ain’t nobody prettier than derek morgan.” spencer walked in now, again with a dorky smile on his face. “spencer. (y/n)’s got a crush on-“ you jumped to cover his mouth, the sound of your crush’s name muffled. “what- hey! no fair! derek gets to know but i cant?” spencer whined. derek held his hands up and sat back down, not wanting to get you mad. smart. “three can’t keep a secret.” was all you said before sitting down to clean your workspace.

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the new highlight of your day was texting morgan. you learned several things about him; he has a job he can’t specify for personal reasons, he really wants a dog but he feels like animals hate him. you told him about your cat joel, and how they could absolutely love him. he appreciated that.

if i tell you something, do you promise not to freak out?

depends. are you about to tell me you’re a serial killer?

no!

you giggled to yourself at your humor.

i wanna meet you.

you promised not to freak out, but you were freaking out. it was just now setting in that you didn’t know this man at all. where he lived, how old he was, even what he looked like. you took a few deep breaths and asked a question.

where do you live?

quantico virginia.

no hesitation on that one. he lived in the same town as you? you didn’t know how you’d be able to turn this down...

shit, me too. let’s meet up then.

i’ll send you a good place to get drinks.

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“every time you walk in here, you’re blushing. now so are your ears.” you beamed at derek, sitting at your desk before spilling. “i’m gonna meet him.” “wait what? are you sure that’s safe?” you rolled your eyes. “i’m an fbi agent. i’m not scared of a little danger.” you playfully winked and derek blew out a huff of air. “if anything happens, you know you can call me.” you pouted at your friend and nodded, appreciating his concern. spencer was spinning in his seat. “you happy too?” you asked. he only nodded and didn’t elaborate. you we’re going to press on, but hotch called you all in and you lost your chance.

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on rare occasions, the bau got tough cases with very happy endings. this was one of those cases. the plane ride home was extremely joyous and derek offered to get drinks again. this time, everyone accepted (all except hotch). you texted morgan telling him you were going out tonight and you wouldn’t be back till late. you laughed to yourself. it was like he was your boyfriend.

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the night was young and you were fairly tipsy. ok that’s generous, you were drunk. you were spending most of your time with penelope and it took you a minute to remember spencer. “ohmygosh! spence!” he was startled at your presence but he gave you that flat mouthed smile of his. “how are you! you’re my favorite scorpio.” you nodded as you said it, as if trying to convince him it was true. “thanks? i’m good. you’re drunk.” he pointed out. “no shit. hey!!! you never showed me your tumblr user! you gotta show me that girl you like, bet you she’s really sexy.” you didn’t even know what you were saying at this point, whipping out your phone and snapping a picture with spencer. “what are you doing?” he asked, watching you type. “posting this on tumblr! i want everyone to know you’re my favorite in the world.” he wanted to ask favorite what, but a ping on his phone distracted him. lila posted. he smiled and checked her page.

holy fuck.

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“(y/n)?” he asked, not looking away from his phone. “yess?” you responded. “what’s your tumblr?” what is your tumblr? “uhhh..i don’t know, check.” you tossed him your open phone, and his eyes only grew wider. “you’re lila?” the words rang through your ears like a siren. “what?” the word was breathy, you couldn’t add stability to what you said. spencer showed you his phone, ‘prettyboy187’ on the screen. “you’re morgan?” still no confidence in your voice whatsoever. your feelings were supposed to change, you weren’t supposed to like that morgan was spencer. but they didn’t. you didn’t even think about the fact he saw your swimsuit photos. you loved that morgan was spencer, and you still wanted to see him on the weekend. “are you mad?” you asked, not being able to stop yourself from sipping from your glass. “no. should i be?” you smiled. “no. do you still wanna meet up this weekend?” “yes. but i don’t wanna get drinks.” he wasn’t even drinking, why is he complaining. “where should we go then?” “my house.”

[happys-crazy-queen22]

A Fling With A Surprise

Gif credit @stilinski-ortiz-dolan

Gif credit @bodybebangin.

Requested by @stellarosedutton. I hope you enjoy. Thanks for the request.

My first Walker and Colby imagine. I hope it's okay.

"Go get grandpa". Your daughter, Amethyst Rose squealed running on her wobbly feet. She had just started walking and she is now on the go all the time.

"Paaaa". She stumbled and fell but got right back up.

"She's like her momma, doesnt cry when she falls". John chuckled as he picked her up. 

"Yeah, I was taught to be strong". You smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Your husband is down at the barn". John said looking away. He wasnt to fond of Walker. No one really was. But you saw something in him that no one else saw.

"I was just heading that way. Amethyst has a doctors appointment". You say before walking to the barn. Your father took Amethyst into the main house to spoil her even more than she is.

"Hey beautiful". Walker spoke before you even got into the barn.

"How do you always do that"? You giggle wrapping your arms around his waist from behind.

"I know your foot work".

"You ready? We gotta be there in thirty minutes".

"Yeah, let me go change my shirt and I'll meet you at the car". He kissed your temple and started to the cowboys bunk.

Going back up to the main house, you saw Colby talking with your father and Rip. Then you heard screaming and giggling coming down the steps of the house. Tate was chasing Amethyst and ran right past Colby.

You might think nothing of it but Amethyst is Colbys. You had a fling with him one night and never spoke about it since but then you got pregnant and just never told anyone that she was his. Then you met Walker when you were six months pregnant, got married four months later and he's been Amethyst dad. Oh I didnt mention that Colby never knew I was pregnant, I hid it from my family until I met Walker.

"Amethyst". You called after her and ran scooping her up. "Thanks for watching her dad.  I'll see you later". You didn't look at Colby as you walked away but his eyes were on Amethyst.

"Y/N, hold up". Colby called after you and now the cat was out of the bag.

"Yeah"? You gulped as he came closer. Amethyst laid her head on your shoulder sleepily.

"I know this might be off but um is she mine"? Colby scratched his chin, just gazing at Amethyst.

"Yeah".

"Why didnt you tell me"? Colby asked. He was wasnt upset or angry.

"You didnt speak to me after we hooked up. So I figured you were just ignoring me and staying away".

"It was awkward. Rip found me coming in late and I told him. He knows about us".

"I know. No one else knows. Not even Walker. I'd like to keep it that way. I don't want any riff between the two of you".

"So I'm supposed to let Walker raise my daughter"? Colby scoffed.

"She's my daughter". Walker scared you both. You seriously needed to work on your tracking.

"No, she's mine. I didnt get the chance to be there for her cause I didnt know". Colby protested.

"I'm on the birth certificate. She calls me daddy. I'm not confusing her. So stay away". Walker warned Colby but Colby being Colby and not backing down. Colby threw the first punch and smashed his fist into Walkers jaw.

Walker stumbled but striked back hitting Colby in the nose. You covered your daughters eyes.

John and Rip tried pulling the cowboys apart but they weren't letting each other go.

"Walker stop". You yelled. This was not how it was supposed to go when it happened or if at all.

A gun shot rang through the air. Rip stood there with his gun pointed to the sky. Colby and Walker panting. Their shirts ripped, faces mangled.

"Colby, get out of here now".

"But-". Colby tried to protest but Rip wasnt having it".

"Now".

"Get him out of here, Y/N". Your father told you and you grabbed Walkers hand pushing him into the car. The doctors appointment would have to wait.

Arriving at your house, you laid Amethyst down and patched up Walker.

"Why didnt you tell me"?

"It wasn't your business. Plus I didnt want to make it worse for you than it already is".

"It is my business. I'm your husband. I'm her father". Walker hissed when you put peroxide on his wound.

"I know. But now I'm thinking I should've told him. Gave him a chance to be a father figure in her life".

"I'm her damn father. No man is going to replace me". Walker hit the table. You jumped, you never seen him this mad. Walker got up and stormed out, slamming the door. Waking Amethyst.

You had to go see Colby. It wasnt right not having him know and now you felt guilty. Heading back to the ranch, giving Walker time to cool down. You went and saw Colby.

"Hey". You stepped threw the door. Rip, Ryan and Colby were talking.

"We're just leaving". Rip spoked, nodding to Ryan.

They came to you and Rip picked up Amethyst. "I'll take this". Rip said with a chuckle. Ryan giggled. They both adored her.

"You okay"? You bit the inside of your cheek.

"You should have told me. I would have been there". Colby sighed.

"I didnt know that. I was young. We both were. But that's no excuse. I should've told you". You walked over to the table and sat down beside him.

"I'm not trying to replace Walker as her father. I just want to be part of her life. She looks like me".

"She does. Has a smaller head then you though". You tease. Colby gasped and nudged your arm.

"I want to be there for her. Like I could babysit when you and Walker need a break. I just want her to know me. I dont have to be her dad. I can be an uncle".

"Yeah. She'd like that". You say with a smile.

"Can I be honest"? Colby looked into your eyes.

"Of course".

"When I saw her coming out of the house. I thought I was in a dream. It wasn't real. Like this little girl looked just like me. I was scared when you said she was mine. I wasnt ready to be a dad. I guess you saved yourself a hassle. Walker stepped up and I'm grateful for that cause he's probably doing a better job than I would have. I'm just not ready to take on that responsibility. I'm a horrible person". Colbys head hung low.

"Colby, you're not a bad person. I'm glad you told me this.  I'm relieved to say the least. She'll be honored to have you as an uncle. We'll just keep this between us six. No one else has to know". Your squeezed his arm.

"Thanks. I'm sorry".

"Nothing to be sorry over. We just deal with the hand we're dealt with. I'm a mom to an amazing little girl. You're going to be an awesome uncle".

"What about Walker? He'll kill me".

"Dont worry about him. I'll take care of that". You say with a smile. "But I need you to put those uncle skills to the test". You said with a smirk.

"Oh god, what have I gotten myself into"? Colby chuckled, shaking his head.

Deciding to leave Amethyst with Colby and the others for a few hours, you headed home. Hopefully by now Walker has cooled off.

Walking into the house, it was quiet. But you heard some rustling in the bedroom.

"Babe"? You called out, coming into the bedroom. Walker was laying on the bed shirtless and his pants unbuckled as if he was going to bed.

"Where's Amethyst"? Walker asked, taking the rolled up toilet paper from his nose.

"She's with her uncles".

"And her new daddy". Walker scoffed. "You here to get your things and move in with him"?

"No, you dipshit. I'm here to tell you that you're the only daddy she will ever know. Colby doesnt want that role. He's uncle Colby. He's thankful that you stepped up and took care of her. Of us". You replied, getting on the bed and sitting up beside him.

"He wouldnt just do that. He's crazy if he did".

"Baby, he got scared when he found out that she was his. He was just putting on a show. He doesnt want to ruin her life. You're daddy and he's uncle Colby. We're fine. Theres only six of us that know and we're all keeping quiet. Amethyst has a great thing going, none of us want to ruin it". You kiss his check quickly.

"Sorry, I got angry. I just didn't want him to step in and take away our bond. I didn't want to lose my family ".

"You're forgiven and you're never going to lose us". You moan, running your hand down Walkers chest, slipping your hand down his pants. "He's promised to babysit when we need a break". You whisper into Walkers ear as you nip at his ear lobe.

"I'm liking uncle Colby". Walked flipped you over on your back, his hands went to your clothed breast, squeezing them and then raking his fingers down your torso.

"Come here". You grabbed Walker by the back of his neck and pulled him to your lips. Walker shimmied out of his jeans and pulled your dress up around your hips.

"I love you so much". He grunted into the kiss as he pushed your panties to the side and thrusted in you.

"Fuck. I love you". You gasp, as he lifts your leg over his shoulder and thrusts in deep. He kissed up and down your leg. Your fingers pinch your hard nipple through your bra.

"Mmm. We should give Amethyst a sibling". Walker said way out of the blue.

"You serious"? You panted, licking your lips.

"Why not"?

"No reason". Your head fell back as the tip of Walkers cock, brushed against your gspot.

"I'm taking that as a yes". He growled, speeding up his pace. He wrapped his arm your neck and kissed you deeply with passion and lust. This little break, you could get use to it.

While Walker and you were deciding on a sibling or not. Amethyst was having the time of her life. Colby was playing tea party with her and making mud pies. He was making mud pies. She was throwing them at her other uncles as they watch.

"She's going to need a bath. A hosing off before she goes home". Lloyd chuckled.

"I'm not sure I'm fit for that. I agreed on watching her. Not putting her in water and trying not to let her drown". Colby said a little scared. The others laughed.

"Just take the water hose and rinse her off. Itll be alright". Ryan suggested.

Colby of course listens to them and starts to wash Amethyst off, well he lays the water hose down and she happily picks it up and starts spraying everyone. Theres laughter and screaming as they got sprayed.

"What's going on here"? Walker came up to the water hose party.

"He did it". Ryan, Lloyd and Jimmy all pointed to Colby who was soaked from head to toe.

"Great job". Walker shaked his head. Colby frowns. "Baby, put down the hose, please". Walker walked slowly up to Amethyst and snatched the hose away.

"I'm sorry. I'm not fit for this". Colby sighed.

"No. You're not. But she's having fun and she's alive. That's all that matters. Y/N and I have a date night every Friday night. You're going to watch Amethyst for us. Just try and not burn down our house". Walker laughed, sticking out his hand.

Colby smiled and shook it. "No promises.  Thanks Walker".

"Sure. Oh and clean this mess up. See y'all tomorrow". Walker picked up his muddy little girl and headed home. This was the life for everyone. Didnt matter how it got this way. It just is and theres no use in fixing something that isn't broke.

[luminous-shifting-vibes]

actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

out of context of course, what do you take me for? a sane person?

"they made lightning mcqueen hot"

"inch resting"

"Nix: Cars (2006) several people are typing..."

"im evaporating"

"enjoy precipitation"

"tow mater is more attractive than lightning mcqueen/hj"

"lightning mcqueen looks like he would call me a slur"

"why did I come back to a discussion regarding the attractiveness of vehicles"

"lark is the braincell of shiftblr tbh"

"you all need some grass in your life"

"me over here simping for block men and now literal cars"

"didn't nick wilde commit fraud canonically"

"i have no strong opinions on whether or not nick wilde is attractive"

"I AM AROMANTIC AND I AM NOT IMMUNE TO NICK WILDE"

"I am bisexual and I. Am not into Nick Wilde based on a simple fact he looks like he will drink all my pepsi and call me names"

"What is shiftbkr but not a bunch of simps"

"cries in Bianca Monroe"

"listen i have a folder called gayass

it is mostly pictures of kyoka jiro and virgil sanders"

"Nick Wilde x Reader where he steals your car 📷 carjacker to lovers AU 📷"

"he says "mama i like to step on keyboard""

"MY MOM JUST WALKED IN AND I HAD TO TELL HER I WAS LOOKING AT LIGHTING MC QUEEN HUMAN FANART"

"crab walks away"

""Y/N..." Nick whispered into your ear. "Your car...is a Honda Civic, right?" You looked up at Nick with a baffled expression. "Nick, my beloved? Whatever are you talking about?" "Just asking..." He said as he let you out of his embrace. "Hey, wanna see a magic trick, babe?" Your eyes sparkled. "Really, Nick? Of course!" Nick smiled. "Ok, close your eyes!" You giggled and closed your eyes, waiting for Nick to tell you to open up. Instead, you heard the loud rumble of a car starting up, and you open your eyes. Nick has stolen your car, and he has driven off into the sunset..."

"did y'all know his name used to be canonically Montgomery--he changed it to lightning mcqueen to get rid of his past"

"That is my exit number"

"cars trauma arc"

"wait do y'all know about car jesus" "as if jesus wasn't a ford focus in the bible"

"oh yall do not want to know about the trauma in my cars dr lmao"

"Dewit tau style babey make Lightning McQueen outlive everyone and stalk their reincarnations"

"Do they baptize other cars in like gasoline then"

"there is a pope car in the cars universe which means car jesus died for cars sins"

"NOT THE BOOMER MEMES"

"-lays facedown on the floor while caramelldansen plays-"

"like im serious how many of you guys endorse me falling face down on my floor" (NOT THE SAME PERSON AS PREVIOUS QUOTE)

"I will be Tall and no one can stop me"

"is a soft floor?"

"stop I thought faceplant meant like a succulent in the shape of a face instead of falling onto your noggin for a solid 10 seconds"

"Touch some grass??? What about eating grass"

"what if for every employee of the month i just printed out really horrible boomer memes"

"what ab smoking grass /j"

"Can the grassdirt smoothie be a special in the cafe"

"PLEASE IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR REWRITINH THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE WHIKE SPEEDRUNINT MINECRAFT"

"you have to get good dirt from like the middle of a pennsylvanian forest for it to taste good though"

"I ate a four leaf clover as a kid cause i thought it would make me lucky"

"guys how do i see the mee6 leaderboard"

"I used to think i was half dragon and I ate plants out of sidewalk cracks"

"i think i punched someone"

"my parents told me to stop doing that so I looked at them and ate a flower"

"I ate grass when I was 9 bc I read warrior cats and thought I was a medicine cat ....................."

"bees are just spicy flies"

"I had a mental breakdown when I was three cause I didn’t know how to turn off a phone"

"My mom drank a bee once"

"when I was a baby I kinned ink sans."

"bro who here find the yellow hat man from curious george fine as heck 📷📷📷"

"mY LUNGSSSSSS"

"no one topping Him"

"I like em big"

"I think Moto Moto has no game like move over hunky boy I could beat you 1v1 Roblox Arsenal 📷📷📷"

"If you didnt have a crush on springtrap, jeff the killer, or Underfell/Gaster/Error sans don't talk to me /j"

"LOOK THEY'RE BOTH DILFS WITH ABS THAT WOULD FIGHT GOD"

"ZORO IS BANNED"

"Guys please help I found my old fnaf fanart from when I was 8 I'm in literal tears"

"OH NO BOT MY FIFTH GRADE HAMILTON PHASE"

"The worst attraction ive ever had has to be Sombra Overwatch"

"My family is like "save all ur art so I can sell it when you're famous" I literally could not sell this if I tried"

"screaming puppet"

"I just remembered Ive drawn overwatch/hamilton crossover fanart"

"my hermit crabs ate each other again"

"we're cannibals ????"

"having me here is a curse you have inflicted on yourselves and I for one am glad for it <3" "scitters around like a crab in anticipation"

"CARB DAY"

"WE NEED TO HAVE A WATCH OARTY"

"hey y'all ill be right back i have to throw away a crab carcass"

"if I watch cars I'm going to start laughing in the middle of it nonstop just because the word cars is funny and also cars are funny like how do you move silly little metal box with rubber circles"

"Lark asleep post catboy pitbul"

"Mwista Wowldwide! Nya!" "hermit crab 2: electric boogaloo"

"Is that why your name is chaos"

"manifest the crab power!!"

"cool dex fact: i can't read 📷"

"sighs adds to worship these entities list"

"with a knife <3"

"yeah and if he betrays me I could probably throw him across the atlantic ocean"

"give me his eyes"

"my good citizen i am a- wait no im nonbinary nvm"

"it worked on a fish idk what to tell you"

"what is gender??? Is that a board game?? If so can I be apples to apples that one's my favorite"

"CHUTES AND LADDERS"

"anyways actually my gender is Candyland"

"Oh god romes the destroyer of friendships/j"

"i am a simple gay i see math i run in the opposite direction survival instincts 101"

"math my beloathed"

"algebra makes me want to rip open a bag of swedish fish and swallow them whole"

"cackles in they're au characters and this will be very fun"

"pog !!!! me too ksajgks one of my drs is a sanders sides au"

"Is that bipper"

"tumblr sexyman"

"Good because he’ll fuck u up if u hurt a child"

"I want a wing-suit"

"looks like a bean would poison someone"

"my hermit crabs are cannibals what can i say"

"sonic the hedgehog kinnie"

"get yourself a man who is capable of the most ungodly actions but won't do them because of their morality owo"

"tell him he can steal my wallet"

"eyes"

"idk about y'all but I need blueberry sweet tea to live"

"y'know the red souls from soul eater i really want to eat those"

"but like only respectable crimes like stealing from elon musk"

"You can go cultbashing with he!"

"He acts like a flamboyant gay man, but if a flamboyant gay man was straight."

"Simp Satan 📷"

"definitely arson"

"They look like they enjoy lemon squares and other lemon desserts"

"Satan is all-powerful but he spends most of his time building honeymoon locations because he is convinced that the protag loves him"

"bc shes the reincarnation of his dead wife or something i guess"

annd here's a quote from our very own dream (@shiftingwastaken) that sums this post up:

"shiftblr but context makes it worse"

[seancekitsch]

Powerplay: a Marko x Reader fic

part 3 of 3, previous part here

Warnings: harassment, vamp typical shit, cursing, death/killing, smut mentions, reference to the book

Marko was a good boyfriend, it turned out, except for when he wasn’t. You liked the sweet little kisses, the teasing way he snaps his jaw at you when you catch him staring, the way he holds you while you’re falling asleep even though he doesn’t have to.You like that he listens, more than your friends do. You rang another friend the other day, and were left waiting with the endless ringing again. You want to be upset, but they weren't as close as you were hoping they’d be. Your close friends were back in New York, three thousand miles and a year of working behind you. And they were Marko and his brothers now.

You love the way he keeps you safe, your protector being probably the deadliest thing you could encounter. You love the way he laughs, always joking and jovial. You always thought his smile hid a joke like some mystery, but now you're in on it too, and it's the funniest thing. There is no secret  joke, just Marko seeing the world with eyes full of humor. He sees the little things, and now he shows them to you. You love the way you can speak without speaking. Silence followed by heavy laughter, kisses, and understanding.

You even love that week you were on your period and every night he ate you out until you screamed yourself hoarse.

“Marko,” you’d say, “lets ride.”

And he would obey, letting you hop on the back of his bike, always after work, always too fast. You'd like to imagine him crashing as the wind whips your hair, stings your face. What that would be like, huh. It's what you assume he feels like when he flies, free and wild in the night. He caters to your every whim, makes you feel the happiest,  as long as the sun has set.

He was less a good boyfriend when he was hungry, brooding and refusing to get close to you. He would be irritable, pick fights, silent treatment. He would purposely leave you in silence, but he wouldn't ask for a taste, despite your offering. He respected you enough not to try that. Other times, he would make sure that you could hear every thought in his head. His thoughts sounded like shouts, always telling you to get the fuck away, always reminding you how vulnerable you were, how easy to kill you’d be. It's almost maddening. You never knew which nights he would be the silent ones, or which ones would be the loud ones.  

“Marko,” you’d say, “This is just temporary.”

You don't even have to think the words for him to know what you mean. Or those moments during the day when it's highlighted just how different he was, would always be. He would always be twenty and handsome and having fun, with a guaranteed group of friends. With a family he belonged with. You would always age, you would have to find something else to do eventually, and you would probably have to leave Santa Carla, because he wouldn't. You could always bore him, with Marko one day realizing you can't keep up anymore. You would always be weaker, and no matter how often Marko puts you first, he always holds the power. You’re only the decision maker because he lets you be. He could always take that power back. Find someone new when you get old and he stays the same age. He will always be this way, and you will always change.

It's those nights you think of pulling away from him, and you hope he never hears those thoughts. You love him, but he’ll always say it's not temporary. It's not true.

You love Marko today.

The jingling of the bell snaps you from your thoughts, head rising only to be face to face with one of the surf nazis. Huh, guess the boys didn’t clear all of them out. This one was tall, a skinhead with an upturned pug-like nose, wearing a lot of denim with eyes alight with mayhem in his agenda. Oh, please don’t fucking break anything.

“Hey Baby,” he sneers. God, his voice was even worse than his looks and his smell.

“Not your baby,” you deadpan, wishing desperately for him and his friends to leave without stealing or breaking anything forcing a sickeningly sweet customer service tone, “But what can I help with?”

Maybe good customer service will get them in-and-out quicker.

“That hot little body of yours could help me out,” his tone is outright mocking. God, is this how dudes like these think they can pull? You can’t even hide your grimace as you flinch at the words. If there was anyone else, just one other person working tonight, this wouldn’t be happening. You know this. Working nights alone practically invited this brand of harassment.

fuckfuckfuck. It’s way too early for Marko to be sniffing around, and if you can get them to leave the next four hours of your shift will be miserable. The man laughs, and it makes your blood run cold. He leans over the counter, past the little curtain of incense haze; breaching your only barrier of safety.

“I bet it could. Couldn’t it, baby?”

His large arms press against the glass of the counter and your eyes immediately flicker from them to the back room, where your knife is. He straightens up.

“Cat got your tongue?”

You frown, meeting his eyes now.

“Do you plan on buying anything we sell?” The Bauhaus record you have playing over the speaker skips, and you almost jump. It's just enough to break the tension, the rising bile in your throat clearing.

“I come in here for you, girlie,” and he affirms what you already know. Now that half of the surf nazis were gone, they were struggling to maintain their turf on the boardwalk. So harassment and torture at their hands were on the rise. Many people over the past few weeks had been dodging them in the stores around here, and now apparently they had caught wise to that. Done with it, you take a step back, leaning yourself against the back shelf to retreat further into the curtain of nag champa.

“You can fuck off,” you offer, gaining confidence as you realize the bong behind your head was more than affordable, and if you broke it over his head, you could cover it.

He opens his mouth to respond, but-

The bell on the door jingles again. A familiar smile fades into a scowl. Marko looks like one of those greek heroes tonight, maybe if only because his presence saves you from the gross comments (or anything worse) of the shaved head across the counter. He immediately distracts the surfer from you.

“Why don’t you get outta here, buddy? Me and the lady were just discussing me trying her out later,” the man spits, and you almost gag at the mental image of that.

Marko laughs, that high pitched full body laugh you love so much.

“That’s funny, buddy,” He throws the man’s nickname back at him, “Cause that’s my old lady right there.”

You loved and hated when he called you that. Technically, you are a year older than the year he turned. The first time you all realized that, Paul gave himself a stomach ache laughing over the ‘older woman’ Marko brought home. Tonight though, the nickname brings the biggest smile to your lips.

“Damn right I am,” you chime in, “and you couldn’t take the hint.”

Marko seals the deal by striding over to where you are and pulling you into a kiss over the counter. It doesn't take much more for the surf nazi to leave, the jingling of the door opening announcing his departure.

“I’m gonna make sure we kill the rest of them before the week is out.”

He waits the three hours it takes for you to be able to lock up behind the counter with you, loosely holding your hips and following you around, only moving away from you to pick out new records when one ends. 

Come over tonight, Marko thinks, and you know it isn't a suggestion. You kiss him hard on the mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him to press against you. His arms automatically find themselves around your waist, squeezing you as he eagerly returns the kiss. This wouldn’t be your first time at their dilapidated hotel, with sprawling caves and chandeliers and beautiful spray painted murals on the walls. The first time you were there, he brought you there while the others were hunting. He fucked you on any surface not covered with knick knacks they'd collected or takeout containers, leaving you to sheepishly blush while he proudly talked to the others when they returned, deep red hickies and a bite mark on your collarbone you couldn't hide. The next time, the boys and Star and Laddie welcomed you in with booze and a feast and a fun night where you had to crawl out of the cave at dawn looking like a mess. Either way, he waits for you to agree before he leads you to his motorcycle.

“Star, Why don't you just become one of us already?” Paul whined, holding his half eaten eggroll like a cigar, “You're already living with us, Mama. We just want to be friends forever.”

She scrunches her nose, smoothing the long hair of Laddie’s head in her lap. The boy was tired, their unofficial little brother or not, he was still an eight year old.

“Or maybe,” David starts, dropping down from the rim of the check in counter of the hotel, “Star can just have some fun with them and we don’t even have to do what Max wants.”

The boys all laugh, Dwayne’s shoulders turning inward, while Paul smacks Marko in the chest behind you. Whoever Max was, he was someone that could give the boys orders; something you didnt think possible besides their own little group hierarchy. You'd figured out pretty quickly that David was the leader, Marko was his right hand, Dwayne was the left hand; with Marko enforcing, playful and impulsive, and Dwayne being the level head, logical and the one who often kept the boys from fighting and made them all remember why they loved each other so much. Paul was the baby. Both literally and figuratively. He was the messiest, the most likely to slip up;. He was also the one turned last. So when Star decides to be one of them, she’ll be the new baby. Then Laddie.

“No,” Star affirms, “No, I can’t do that to Michael.”

“Michael,” David tests the name on his lips, tongue darting out to lick them after he says it. The curly haired brunette on the boardwalk had a name. Then his eyes flick to you. There's a sharpness to them that feels so different from Marko’s. David is trying to stare through you, not to look inside of your head, to look past it, to see any weakness. A challenge.

“Who’s Max?” you speak up from your spot on Marko’s lap. You can feel him tense under you, but David smiles.

“You don't know about Max? Marko, you didn’t tell her about Max?”

Marko’s hand wraps around your wrist as David continues.

“Max knows all about you, y/n. There’s a reason you're here.”

Here as in, still alive in a vampire den, or here tonight specifically?

Mind thing? You think, and Marko leans his head down against your shoulder as he nods.

“So he knows Marko and I are X-men? Is he Professor X?”

You hear Dwayne and Paul chuckle from the other side of the circle, and Dwayne mutters, “Yeah something like that,” as he swats his hand at Paul’s mesh-covered chest.

“He sired us,” David clarifies.

“You feel it right?” changing the subject, “You feel like you need to be near Marko?”

Marko squeezes your wrist in encouragement, and you nod.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

“That's not what I mean.”

You know what he means. It's the way you feel Marko before you see him, the way you can never sneak up on him.

You nod again.

“That’s what Max wanted to know. Marko, do you wanna tell her, or should I?”

What does he mean? You think and the man below you perks up.

Come with me. His palms grip your hips and gently push you to stand, and he follows suit before taking the lead.

He leads you towards the mouth of the cave, where you enter and away from any listening ears.

“So you know how David is dating Star?” he asks, voice low and close to you in the shadows.

“If that’s what they’re doing,” you joke, and he laughs along with you.

“Well, he thought they had what we have, and that's why she’s with us.” He reaches for your hands to hold them, dropping any playfulness from before.

“I’m supposed to turn you, Max thinks. He’s a lot older than us, and he says some vampires have mates or something similar to that. Others they have some deep mental connection with. The guys… we can hear each other sometimes if we try hard, because we’re a pack. I don't have to try with you and that's why Max thinks it's different.”

Turn you? Like, capital T- Turn you? Into one of them? If he turned you, you’d never see the sun again; never feel its warmth. You’d have to drink blood, and human blood at that. You’d become a killer, and you’d have to keep killing. While you aren’t innocent, killing kind of seems like it would be a stretch for you. Some of their victims had to be innocent, but would your hunger corrupt your morals one day?

It's like he can see the wheels turning in your head, ability to hear your thoughts or not.

“Y/n, you don't have to. Fuck, this was dumb to bring up. David thought you were ready, but if you don't want to I won't make you…” He trails off, visibly a little more deflated.

But if you did, you would be on the same level as Marko. All of the insecurities you have about your relationship would just… stop existing. Your relationship’s expiration date would disappear, your fears about having to leave him or him leaving you would disappear. You'd have people and a place to belong and lover and guaranteed group of friends to be a new family.

“How does it work, Marko?” your voice surprises him, and in honesty, he brought you to the mouth of the cave to give you an out. If you wanted to leave here, leave him specifically, he was going to let you.

“You gotta drink, uh, vampire blood.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

You shrug.

“Are you sure? There's no take backs for this,” Marko’s voice is stern, unlike you ever heard it before.

Deadly sure, Marko.

He smiles, slowly like the moon rising in the night before it crescendos into the wide toothy grin you're so used to seeing.

Marko leads you back into the den of the cave where the others are hanging out.

Dwayne is the first to approach the two of you.

“Everything okay?”

You nod thankfully, offering him a smile.

Paul swoops in next.

“You better be tellin’ me you're joining the fam, chica!”

He tries to drape his arm around your shoulder, but Marko pushes him away playfully, both of the boys smiling.

“Let’s get this girl a drink!” Marko shouts, and the guys start up hollering and laughing.

Marko leads you back to where you had originally been sitting, his designated folding chair. He gestures to you to sit down, while he looks to David for something. Over his shoulder, you can see Star frowning as she watches on.

“Glad you got to talk it out,” David remarks as he hands a bottle of wine to Marko. Maybe you’ll be able to get used to his mannerisms in half a century. Marko hands off the bottle of wine to you, and your hands dip with the weight of it.

The wine bottle is bejeweled, another do it yourself project that the guys seem to love so much. It's heavy in your hands, dark and unseeing down the neck of it, but full. Marko crouches down between your legs, palms flat against your thighs as everyone waits with bated breath. You uncork the bottle, noticing the dark red staining on the cork, and knowing exactly what’s in it now. Two shaky hands bring the bottle to your lips, tilting your head back as you let the contents flow into your mouth, filling it. The ‘wine’ is thick, warm and salty but feels like it's already intoxicating you from just being in your mouth.

“That’s all Marko’s blood, you know,” David remarks, and you swallow deeply. All Marko. He drained his blood for you, weakened himself for you. Your eyes flicker to him, and he smiles up at you from his spot between your legs.

You smile back at him, widely, teeth stained with blood.

[creacherkeeper]

hey,,, same anon from before,, i’m so happy to hear that you LOVE pacific rim and this fh pacific rim au bc i’ve been re reading ur posts over and over!! can i ask for some more headcanons?? specifically about the final fight against goldenhoard (level 4) and then the nightmare (level 5)?? again of course feel free to ignore, just curious :DD

anon u indulge me 2 much

a lot of kaiju come before. a lot. more than they care to count

fabian and riz take out spells on their first drop. spells is fast, very fast, but its only a category 2. one particularly well placed blast through the skull takes it out. they destroy a good stretch of interstate before they manage to do it, but it goes down. and they feel pretty good about that

harvestman leaves footprints dripping with venom. getting too close to them is enough to leave toxins in your blood. gorgug would say later that looking into its eyes was like staring into hell itself. zelda thought it was fitting, for the end of the world. no one knows how the two of them manage to concentrate with metal screaming through the cockpit speakers. but sailing a thousand feet through the air to chop the things head off, no one dares question it

pixie is trickier. pixie almost gets them. its only a cat-3, but there's something almost psychedelic about the blast effect it has. ayda spent months studying it. something about it interfering with brain waves - fig doesnt really remember because she didnt understand even then. she just remembers seeing the gilded spyglass turn heel and run straight through a skyscraper and not knowing if they were going to win that fight. sometimes she thinks about it and starts seeing double

barlgura isn't that special. its just another kaiju. but its strong. its big. and when it smashes through the embassy that gilear is stationed at, they know this is a fight they're going to remember for a very long time. he almost doesnt make it. but kristen is magic, or so people say. she was the only one fig trusted to look after him. and he was okay. eventually. he had a little more trouble focusing, now. he got headaches. unsteady on his feet. head trauma will do that, kristen says. but he's okay. he's alive. because kristen is magic

flayer is a rough fight. its a beast in the water. doesn't stay dead, even when it should. riz crawls their jaeger home. they both have new scars. some mental ones too. theres nothing she can do to save the eye. no fights for a while. the fact that fabian doesnt argue over getting benched is what worries them all the most

the double events are always the worst. the kaiju known to them only as mother and father almost take adaine and aelwyn out, which later they will joke is extremely fitting, sneaking into each others hospital beds while kristen sleeps in the chair next to them. drowning is not a good way to go, they both agree. how they managed to operate the storm oracle with a nearly demolished pons system and fried neural link is anyones guess. they don't really let the other out of their sight for a while after that

the first kaiju kristen takes down is sol. category 4. punching the electricity-based kaiju in the face wasn't really anyones idea of a good plan, but hey, it was kristen. and the fact that afterwards, she could turn on electric appliances with a touch of her pinky was pretty cool. no one really talks about the haunted look tracker gets on her face when anyone mentions it

the breach is the first triple event. kalina is just the teaser. fast enough that they'd swear there was three of it. the frequency of their radios ends up being its downfall - ears like a freaking cat. they echo its own screech back at it and rip it apart before it has a chance to move again. they shouldve known that wouldnt be the last of them

kalvaxus is the dragon to their armored knights. scales like steel, wings that slice through air and water alike. its breath boils the ocean. fabian and riz shouldn't even be fighting, everyone knows, but they are, because this is it. the last chance to save the world. every pilot still in commission making one last effort to end this thing once and for all

only a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart gets kristen back up. she fights like shes seen god and the devil all at the same time

its aelwyn that figures out the timing of it. the few seconds before its fire breath where it just seems to freeze. where the heat from its own stomach gets a little too much for the brain in its thick skullcase. its the only reason they win. gilded spyglass puts a sword between its eyes as boiling water bubbles around them

nightmare is something they havent seen before. category 5. it doesnt seem to ... be there ... all the time. the transparent skin doesnt help. pumping organs and a bioluminescent skeleton sometimes seem to disappear in the storm that rages around its head. the lightning that strikes down at all of them seems to hurt it just as much, but it keeps fighting. it barely seems to see them, really. its just angry. and theyre just tired

adaine goes down. riz goes down. aelwyn and fabian do what they can to keep their jaegers up, but its a losing battle. wizard's paramour takes just too many shots. the jaeger is lost. maybe that's okay. everyone agrees, after, that gorgug and zelda getting them out of there was the right move. metal frenzy disengages to tend to wounds instead. it got some good hits in, but gorgug knows his friends will die if they aren't looked after

one pod of the moonlit werewolf is sent up through the ocean

alone, kristen wraps her arms around nightmare and falls through the breach

they wait. it seems like a long time goes by. it may be that the heat of battle has faded to aching bodies and bone-shaking weariness. they're all barely conscious when the second pod, leaking red, breaks the surface

ayda keeps her stable long enough to get to base. the horn of nightmare would've pierced her heart had it been off by just an inch. but it didnt. and kristen lives

she's magic, after all