#i dont know what vision im talking about but yah!

[tabbyakadragon]

do you see my visionDOYOU SEE MY VISION??

[l0velace]

MÆRA

《Incubation in 3..2..1..》

*krxh* "Dont you fret hun, i know its daunting down there in that chamber but we're up here with sweaty palms too. Now the fluid is breathable and full of that sweet ambrosia so go ahead and take a breath, relax, and drift away" *khp*

She's right its always a crapshoot isnt it tryn sumthn new nd honestly this fluid hasnt even reached my mouth and i already feel better, less tense, floaty like a salt bath if it were the color and viscosity of dirty engine oil..

Smells sweet, almost like rot but in a medicinal way... ambrosia huh, hear goes... tastes like fruit juice on my knee... not that hard to move through my lungs actually, i wonder how lon....

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"Slipped right past hypnogogia... hope that ain't the case on the flipside. Lower the serum dosage 20%."

"Yessir, entering stage 3......stage 4..... cresting, begining reentry, stage 3"

"Drop another 20. Shit boy slow down. He lied to you Doc."

"It would seem so."

"No drug use my ass."

"We've reached hypnopompia sir."

"Atonia?"

"Yessir!"

"Hot Dog!"

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Fuck, fuck why can't i talk? Shit somethings wrong w the fluid i cant move! What is-

"Hey sugar, i imagine you might be feelin' like a corpse in a casket right about now..."

No fucking shit! I fucked up!

"Like there's six feet of soil between you and sunlight..."

FucK! Im so dead...goddamnit!

"I'm gonna need you to start diggin' kid. I need you to take all the hypervigilance u can squeeze outta your adrenals and push out..."

They've been doin a lil overtime sorry!...shit come on! Pleaasssse

"Focus on the edges of your vision and try to see past all that filth in the pit."

Yah focus on the tears welling up. Great.

I wish i could do something other than freaking out. Fuck i didnt think a dark room could spin this much. Dont hurl. No hurling. Pleass God.

Wait how did Jacinta get in my-

Woah im outside.... That ridgeline its the Salspar Escarpment...

"There you go, Youre a natural kiddo! Now walk toward the escarpment keep your eyes on Salvor's Peak."

I can do that... heh mom always said i needed direction guess i got one. East by Southeast. Honestly one of the better directions westerly spring winds and the rings of Cathaş blaze violet in the afternoon sun. Oh fuck almost tripped that would have been embarassing Jacinta would hav- Why do my feet look so weird and my legs i look lik afucking bug! FUCK oh god wheres my dick?! Wheres my SkIN! FUCKFUKfuckFug I cant feel anything why didnt my knees hurt when i fell? My hands are tearing into my thigh but i cant feel it FUck im bleeding fuCk its everywhr fuck i-

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"heyy kid how ya feeln?", Jacinta whispers.

She lightly brushes the hair out of my face. Her weight is flushing the mattress so that the side of my hip is pressed into hers. She clasps her hand to my forehead then my feels my quickly flushing face. The evening light leaking in through the shuttered windows lights her black hair to amber. She gives me a crooked smile.

"You're burnin up buddy. We gotta get some fluids in you..."

She turns to a small table behind her, her messy plait spills over her shoulder and swishes over the bare small of her back. The rattle of paper on board heralds

"Petragua or citralyte?"

I absently nod to the petragua and she replaces the other and proffers my mouth a straw.

Why am i always so... behind. Its like im in slow motion...always just barely responding...

She gazes down at me warmly as i suck down the plum-apricot-chem slurry. The infusion perks me up a bit.

"Alright now don't drain it dry. Don't want it coming back up all over my vest."

She pulls it from my lips and i eek a short and quiet sucking sound that manages a full 5 seconds of embarrassment even though the sound was .3 seconds long.

"Ill be real with ya. You did great..exceptional even! Most of the time we dont even get to a stroll the first time we just... well its a whole lot more work on my end than what happened with you so i just wanted to say... im proud of you."

She squeezes my shoulder and flashes me a big deep blue smile.

"I know all this been hard on you and you've put in a lot of work before you even got in the pit and it payed off."

She picks up the petragua again and hangs it in the air for a second.

"To your dreams...or better yet your nightmares."

She sips some of it then positions it back towards me again. I slurp with even more energy this time.

"Having such a strong liminal drive link seams to really make a difference. Honestly i think you two should meet but we have to get clearance pfft its bullshit. How are you supposed to pilot together if you don't even know eachother? How are we supposed to figure out what this spark is that makes the liminal drive work if we never get to observe you interactin' in a controlled manner? I swear im gonna have a word-"

*slurpppppp* she pulls it from my face.

"Oh listen to me blatherin' on, you only got 18 hours til you're on duty again. You can head back to your room whenever. Ill see you then ok? I just wanted to check in on you."

She finishes donning her vest and clacks and jingles out the door with her plait fishtailing behind her.

[simluvbot]

School stresses (when jay comforts you when you’re stressed with school)

tags: fluff imagine, some(?) angst, boyfriend!jay, domestic au

member: bf jay x gn reader

words: 1,434 (mini headcanon and imagine)

request!: “could you do one for jay where his s/o is really stressed with school, and has a breakdown but he is there to comfort them? p.s i love your writing! ☺️”

a/n: i hate this 😭 btw!!! this includes mentions of a nervous breakdown/panic attack(?) with crying and im sorry if t i didnt portray this the most accurately ahh this is so messy sorry 😭😭

Looks up to you 100% yep yep

Looks up to you 100% yep yep

Looks up to you 100% yep yep

So whenever he sees that you’re struggling in school? he takes your emotions so seriously because he knows how hard you work for it and how difficult it is

):

Will pause whatever he’s doing so he can sit in front of you and hold your hand and simply just listen to you rant, even if it takes hours

HIS SHOULDER IS ALWAYS AVAILABLE FOR YOU TO CRY ON

According to the members he is good at massages so yes you bet he will give you a massage to help you relax as a break

Does so of course after telling you that things will be okay, that you’re smart, that you know the information well and he believes in you

Very supportive of you in your studies!

Just wants to make you feel better and relieved asap

is the type of boyfriend that will reassure you and give you realistic solutions to your problems, so you always end up feeling a lot better and confident after talking to him!

will lay with you on your bed for hours when you need to relax, letting u lay on his chest as he rubs soothing circles on ur skin (:

The ticking of the clock in your bedroom room seeks to get more annoying the longer time passes.

School is stressful, is and always has been. But with the amount of anxiousness you’ve experienced in the last few hours and days due to all the work you have to do - you’ve started to question whether you’re really capable enough to do this.

Heaving a breath, you sit back in your chair, curling up into a ball as you stare through glazed eyes at the work on your desk.

You clench your fists, eyeing your papers and various textbooks that you’re having difficulty comprehending. Your laptop with your unfinished assignment sits on top of it all.

Is it worth it? Are you smart enough?

Frustration courses through you at simply staring at one of the pieces of work you’ve been given to complete. You don’t want to do it. You can’t. It’s too much.

Maybe you should just-

“Y/n?”

Jumping at the sound of your name being called, you look back at jay who stands in your doorframe.

He holds the bottle of water he had left your bedroom for, and for a second you stare dumbly as your brain stutters for a second in remembering this fact.

“O-oh, jay!” You say a bit too eagerly, an unsure smile on your lips as you clear your throat and blink your eyes. “Got your water?”

“What’s wrong?”

You blink. You’re always surprised by his bluntness.

Laughing lightly, you shake your head, thoughts running at a million miles an hour and brain seeming to pulse with the various number of things that are indeed wrong to you.

“Nothing.” You say breezily, shoulders tense as you look back at your desk once again, the empty page on your laptop screen seeming to taunt you. “I just..”

Jay doesn’t look convinced, a concerned expression now on his face as he walks closer towards you.

Heat rushes to your cheeks inexplicably, and you glance back at your work on the desk, and then up to your Calendar on the wall.

“It’s just.. just..”

You let out a breath, and you don’t even have to finish your sentence. Because it’s enough for you to break.

Turning away sharply from your desk and from jay, you cover your face with your hands as you feel the stress of the past week reach it’s tipping point inside of you.

“Y/n.”

Jay’s hugging you in an instant; strong arms holding you tight against his chest, pulling you in gently without hesitation.

“School is just so much. Too much. I don’t know if I can handle it.” You heave, chest constricting as you breakdown, hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you feel your face flush in embarrassment. 

“Hey hey hey, its okay.” you hear jay say distantly, followed by the soft thud of him dropping his water bottle somewhere, and you can only blink numbly as you try to dumbly process how quickly everything is happening -  from him taking your hand in his and leading you to sit on your bed to him wiping away your tears softly with his calloused fingertips, large palms holding your face gently in his.

“Breathe, okay? you can do that for me?” 

Blinking through your blurry vision, you nod as jay’s face slowly start to focus through your tears, heart thudding in your chest and adrenaline coursing through your veins as you start to follow along with your boyfriend’s lead.

“In, out. In and out y/n.”

You hear the concern in his voice, his expression clouded with worry as his thumb gently rubs your cheek, hushing you quietly and breathing deeply with you as you try to get your shallow breathing to slow down.

“Jongseong.” you mumble, feeling flustered as you break the eye contact at how quickly everything seemed to escalate. You were just sitting at your desk stressing about school a second ago and in what felt like in only a blink, youre in your boyfriend’s arms; safe.

The black-haired boy simply shakes his head, softly telling you to focus on breathing.

You’re unsure if you’ve ever seen jay so serious when it’s concerning you before, all jokes and lightheartedness leaving for this moment. It takes a few more minutes before your heart rate has slowed and the jelliness you feel in your limbs has left, and soon you’re feeling a lot calmer.

“Are you feeling better?” Jongseong asks, standing up away form you briefly to collect the water that was initially for him, handing it to you instead once opening the lid.

You nod as you take it gratefully and you gulp down the water. “yeah.”

Taking your hand in his, he sits down further back on your bed, guiding you so you’re sitting in front of him between his legs.

“So?” he says patiently, not at all imposing in his tone as he moves you hair away from your neck, sweeping it over your shoulder.

When you give him permission to touch you, you heave a breath at the feeling of his hand on your shoulders; palms pressing down smoothly and expertly soothing your tense muscles.

“I’ve just been really stressed i guess.” You say quietly after a comfortable silence, fiddling with your fingers and closing your eyes as you feel your fatigue drift away with the work of his hands, calmness settling over.

“Schools been piling up, and i just have a lot to do.” You murmur. “I dont know. I have a lot to study so I’ve just been feeling pretty overwhelmed.” 

Jay hums and you close your eyes, letting yourself relax into his  touch as he massages you without word.

“School does put a lot of pressure.” he says thoughtfully, and you feel him nodding behind you. “But I’m sure you’re going to do well, y/n. Don’t worry too much. You’re only going to stress yourself out even more.”

He turns you around gently, and your widened eyes meet his concerned ones. “Have you been taking rests when you study during the day, love?” Jay asks, and you feel butterflies in your stomach at the nickname.

“..yeah.” You say hesitantly, leaning in towards your boyfriend and his soft chest.

“Yeah..?” Jay drawls out with a chuckle, kissing your forehead. “Yah, you should y/n.  Don’t burn yourself out. Your health is just as important as school is. You’re going to ace it, okay?”

Pausing, he makes you look at him and repeat the words, “I’m going to ace it.”

“I’m going to ace it.” You say after him with a chuckle, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend’s insistent behaviour.

Jay smiles softly. “Give me your flashcards later if you have any so i can help you revise the, later, okay?”

You nod, smiling as you kiss his neck, wrapping your arms tightly against his chest.

“Okay.” You say fuzzily, enjoying the small circles he rubs into your side. “Thank you.”

Jay hums, leaning back so youre lying on top of him, his soft round eyes meeting yours, hand stroking your cheek softly.

“I love you, y/n. Please don’t hold in your stress anymore.”

[theskyexists]

the amazing she-ra 5

i am LOVING this first episode. they’re TRULY the underdogs now. people are hiding with magic. they live in tents. they’ve lost their edge. they’re actually leaning into the horrors of war now

Shadowweaver says OOC stupid things but it doesn’t matter because the princesses shut it down satisfactorily. Adora is weighed down by responsibility in a cool way.

Catra is staking out the enemy and weaseling her way in. (yessss)

‘You don’t need to say it! I know. I made that choice. I’m living with the consequences.’ I LOVE THIS ADORA

I LOVE THIS WRITING. Catra and Glimmer are THE greatest pair ever. Glimmer is smart enough to poke right through Catra’s defenses - and NOW they’re in the same situation - Glimmer says so - and immediately the prison wall fades away - and they’re both invited for dinner. THAT DELICIOUS WRITING

i do love how shadowweaver has been this snarky aunt for two seasons now.

Hord Prime shows us Adora in danger and Catra is like; FUCK YOU ADORA’S MINE (TO DESTROY) !!!!

I love Hord Prime’s wonderfully manipulative dinner. And I love glimmer quietly crying and I love Catra being like HRMMMM I DONT LIKE THIS. the subtle animations are so great - the close-ups

the way Catra speaks to Hord Prime - the way she’s really fuckin scared and the way Hord Prime says ‘little sister’. The way they make him seem unbeatable. I LVOE IT.

AND I LOVE THESE VISIONS FOR ADORA

jezus but how few people really live in etheria ?

the propaganda and the tech to boost prime’s image everywhere....ugh it’s delicious. im also happy Entrapta is back and on the good side instead of helping Catra be a bitch to Adora. and im glad the princesses are wary of her.

hahahaah awww Bo came to give adora breakfast and then he panics when she’s lying on the floor. I ALSO LOVE BO AND ADORA TOGETHER BEST

goddamnit Bo YAH! finally somebody who effectively protects someone from the masses. fuck off micah!

Love the princesses acting on their own - love Scorpia mediating, love mermista stepping up, love Entrapta using her .....intelligence

I love how Hord Prime manipulating Glimmer is used to show us more about his empire.

‘i only want to bring peace’ - but also i destroyed all these worlds. how is that...how is that even surface compatible?? like no attempt is made to align those two things.

wait....the heart of etheria will destroy the universe? why??? why is that the assumption. and why...does Hord Prime want that? i....

the comedy of the princesses doing a mission alone is GREAT

IM SO HAPPY THE PRINCESSES GOT TO HIT ENTRAPTA WHERE IT HURTS. now THIS is the right level of comedy versus hurt

the way scorpia rolled to cover frosta in her bulk!

i love how adora is like - HAH sleep is great actually! wow!!

because of the underlying grievances that we EXPERIENCED as audience, this friendship moment actually LANDS

I REINSTATE MY HOORAY!!! (hahahaha god i love scorpia). oh my god Micah saying he trusts glimmer’s friends to save her - fuckin hell - heart squeeze

LOOK AT THAT SHIT. LOOK AT IT!!! Glimmer being angry at Catra - but then recanting and showing vulnerability. Catra showing vulnerability by acquiescing. GOD!!!

‘why did you do it?’ OH GOD ARRGHGHHG THATS SO FUCKING PAINFUL. why does Catra scratch Adora? Because she doesn’t understand - seems to not make the effort to understand!! because she’s never understood that everybody always hurt her - she never fucking saw when it was right in front of her. THat’s even worse in a way than being hurt.

god the fuckin scale. the planet getting bombarded from space....jezus christ.

theres a hallway with light and dark at the end - its implied she goes into the dark - BECAUSE SHE INTENDS TO HIDE FROM WHO FOLLOWS HER

wow she instantly realises he’s hordak. ha!

Catra is being so open with Glimmer. She’s REALLY REALLY! off balance

they have a talking ritual!!!! THEYRE BONDING ABOUT ADORA BEING A DORK!!!!

Catra realises that nothing she was doing on Etheria had any value to her!!!! I LOVE THIS SEASON SO MUCH

I love how Adora gets to be such a badass dork this season!!!! Bo and Adora + Glimmer and Catra are the BEST COMBINATION

godDAMN they made these clones creepy. damn i LOVE Hord Prime!!!

catra/glimmer......tho.....

she pushes her onto the bed and kneels before her, holding her hands. DUDES. MY DUDES!!!! catra is they gayest cat in existence

‘do one good thing in your life!’ - oh OUCH god, you can feel the whole weight of all the hurt and injustice she’s experienced in ‘dont talk to me like you know me!’

HAHAHAHAHAHAH BO losing his mind and Adora being a hilarious himbo is SO GOOD

I LOVE CATRA’S ABSOLUTELY HEARTBREAKING ADORABLE MEMORY AND HALLUCINATIONS

‘im alway going to be your friend’  - ‘i’ll never say sorry to anybody’ GODDD

‘all i do is hurt people, there’s no one left in the entire universe who cares about me’ - a reasonable assumption based on your behaviour except for the fact that Adora has been trying to reach you for 4 FUCKING seasons with hand outstretched

THAT WAS SO FUCKING DRAMATIC I AM IN LOVE !! IN LOVE WITH THEM!!!!

are you fucking SERIOUS - ENTRAPTA MADE AN AB WINDOW IN BO’S SPACE SUIT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA

the animation in this goddamn season is CRAZY and INCREDIBLE

I ADORE Catra the self Martyr i ADORE that she’s going to go through the wringer still in Hord Prime’s hands.

THIS SEASON IS WORTH ALL THE REST

are YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME- i HATE THAT SHIT WHY MUST YOU MAR THIS SEASON WITH AN INTERRUPTION OF AN APOLOGY. STOP IT!!! IT’S NOT FUN IT’S NOT SATISFYING IT RUINS THE MOMENT IT WEAKENS THE EMOTION BY DRAGGING IT OUT FUCK!!!!

well i guess that was pretty good with Adora. wish they had made that a little bit longer

i love entrapta. she’s such a perfect element to throw into the mix. and her connections with AI’s are great

that scorpia and swift wind talk is so beautiful. they are also the PERFECT pair. ‘gosh have you ever noticed how many moons we have here? it’s weird.’ HAHAHAHA

they’re visiting a planet that’s been conquered by Prime...

I love how they made Entrapta flirty with her tech ahahahaha

i love how Adora is like: oh??? you’re coming to me??? for emotional advice??? uhhhhhh ok haha nice

I LOVE ADORA

i love swift wind’s drunk history retelling of what’s going on on Etheria - especially his impression of shadowweaver and his batman micah

Bo sure is very bad at forgiveness himself lol

‘well im NOT! running awayy that is. i AM smart’ AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! i love you adora

Adora spewing all her bullshit about Catra to total strangers ahahaha

this was SUCH amazing teamwork!!!

AND THAT MOMENT OF SHE-RA BEING BACK!!!!

GLIMMER ACKNOWLEDGING SHE MADE A MISTAKE AND THAT BO DESERVES TO BE MAD AND MAYBE THINGS WON’T BE THE SAME AGAIN BUT SHE WON’T STOP TRYING TO MAKE IT BETTER AND SHE’LL BE THERE IF HE’S EVER READY

FUCKING TEARS BABEY

jezus christ !! that was good!!! i take it back - it was a stupid interruption (they could have just had Bo respond ‘eh’ at an attempt at apology from glimmer....maybe) but they made the final apology INCREDIBLE

‘i can’t just leave her...’ the voice acting in this is sO GOOD

Catra made her whole plan to keep Adora away from Prime based on the assumption that if Glimmer was in Prime’s hands, then Adora would come to rescue her no matter the danger. So she saved Glimmer. But SHE FAILED TO REALISE THAT ADORA WOULD DO THE SAME FOR HER AHAHAHAHAHAHAA

the amazing thing about these highly tech advanced societies is that none of them have invented security cameras

glimmer getting some ptsd flashes

I KNEW that the heart of etheria was built by the First Ones to fight Hordak. Makes Mara’s decision a bit more ---- hMMMM not as great. Because Hordak has killed countless worlds since!

the hive mind lol. jezus Prime is so terrible.

oh my god the very concepts of Prime when behind a fictional buffer are so archtypically delicious. Catra’s glowy green eyes and full bow. hohhohhohho. that uniform also looks great

so Prime could do this to everyone but he chose to surround himself with clones. goddamn.

oh damn that lean-in, those hands on her neck. hmmmhm. gay

she FLINCHES when Prime lays a hand on her shoulder. DAMN. love it

‘you will give me she-ra’ ---- isn’t that what she’s been offering all along? lol

AND THEN HE LEAVES ADORA WITH A BRAINWASHED CONTROLLED PUPPET CATRA WHO ATTACKS HER

OH ITS SO DELICIOUS

brainwashed Catra is really sexy and disturbing hahahahahaha

this fight is so well choreographed. Catra letting herself almost fall, Adora gathering her into her arms, the scratch across the back, the damn knee into the midriff (OUCH), the dangling her in turn.

‘i always hated that guy in particular - and also all the other guys i hit on the way in.’ LOLOLOLOL

THE CHEEK TOUCH - THE TEARS AND SMILE - THE GREEN EYES AND THE BACKHAND AFJLDJFDSJFLKDSJSDFKSDFJ

‘you’re such an idiot!’

‘yeah! i know!’

I LOVE THEM AAAAAAAAAAAAA ITS SO TRUE AHAHAHAHAHAHAI LOVE THEM

‘im going to take you home’

‘promise?’

NOELLE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME

Adora watches Catra probably die and fall off into a endless pit. JUMPS IN AFTER HER ONE SECOND LATER

Prime really did miscalculate lol - his ship’s been destroyed by one stab at a server.

CATRA ALMOST DYING AND ADORA TRANSFORMING WITH GLOWY EYES GODDAMN!!!! HOLDING CATRA INTO HER ARMS BRIDAL STYLE. NEW OUTFIT!! WALKING INTO THE SHIP LIKE A BOSS. AND HEALS HER. HEY ADORA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND SHE FUCKING

PURRS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

all the fucking crying is so good

‘I kNOW YOU ALL HATE ME!” ‘I NEVER HATED YOU’ ‘Then you’re dumber than I thought’ HAHAHAHAHA i love how Catra cannot accept Adora’s friendship because she cannot forgive herself. but Adora never fucking gets it because she has the emotional intelligence of a crab!!!! the problem is that Adora is the exact shape of Catra’s heart - which is one big open wound. And if she presses - all she does is cause hurt

Catra is so adorable looking god.....

SPINERELLA AND NETOSSA KISSED!!!!!!!! awwwwwww they’ve been so cute for so long and they only got more and more screentime and Awwwww

Not-Hordak and ‘dehydrated protein slaw’ AhAHAHAHA

how did they find us? UHHH THERES A CHIP IN CATRA’S SPINE????

ADORA TELLING CATRA WHAT’S UP!! YES! Catra in a corner. Catra on her damn KNEES. ADORA BLUSHING AT HOLDING HER HAND

their first impulse is to hold each other at the ship shaking.

CATRA IS BLUSHING LOOKING AT ADORA TRANSFORM

SHE-RA CAN LITERALLY FLY THROUGH SPACE - well. make matter from light, breathe in a vacuum, jumpt from one asteroid to another....

I AM GLIMMER IN THIS: YEAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

Catra is very lucky that her biggest likely hater is already on her side: glimmer

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SPINERELLAAAA. what a fuckin bait and punch goddamn! making them so cute and then foreshadowing it perfectly and then BAM

CATRA IS CONFIDENT ENOUGH TO MESS WITH ADORA BY LITERALLY JUMPING INTO ADORA’S LAP

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CATRA IS

PURRING

catra is so effortlessly cool sitting in the window sill

i am actually loving that they have a not-Hordak with them. it humanises those clones a lot

this prince has farsight but they NEVER thought to recruit him BEFORE???

FUCKIN - I LOVE how spinerella and netossa have gotten so much more screentime - relevant to the plot and also revealing their characters. i wish we’d got this from the start!

well now i ship perfuma and scorpia lolololol

HAHAHAHAHA i LOVE this Seahawk and Mermista hiding behind a bar because of ex victims skjsfajfklds

Prince Peekabloo has an AMAZING design, but also he must be a fake. IT MUST BE DOUBLE TROUBLE. double trouble has TASTE

MERMISTA LOOKS SO COOL IN THAT OUTFIT - but also especially chipped and in shadows. they do love chipping people’s love interests

SCORPIA SACRIFICING HERSELF TO SAVE PERFUMA. jezus christ so much love interest drama suddenly wow

‘happy anniversary’ that is HEARTBREAKING

what a great ending to a very silly episode. that’s the balance. a last message from the last soldier standing...

‘WHY DOES SPACE HATE ME SO MUCH!?!?!’ hahahahaah

Catra’s fingers shake......

‘take it from somebody who’s defeated you guys, like, a lot’ AAHAHAHA

FINALLY CATRA IS ON THEIR SIDE TO BE THE SMARTS IN TEH ROOM

ADORA LOOKS SO BADASS IN THAT SPACESHIP CHAIR

chipping everyboddy so they’re like zombies was a great story idea.

catra upset at her signs of upset. CUTE

why the FUCK is Adora’s hair out of her spacesuit ahahahahahahaha. IM SO GLAD THAT BO AGREES WITH ME ON THE ADORABLENESS OF CATRAS HELMET HAHAHAHAHAA

catra is happy to see adora laugh again.... : ‘)

CATRA JUST CLAWED THROUGH FIVE CENTIMETERS OF STEEL????!?!?!?!

ADORA IS BLUSHING AAHAHAHAHAHAAAA

I LOVE how Catra is like, WHAT THE FUCK at having lost to these people

Entrapta trying to deal with Wrong-Hordak in existential crisis is a hilarious premise

THE ANGRIER YOU GET THE CUTER YOU ARE!!! I LOVE BO

oh wow! a first ones colony! very cool! this whole planet works against intruders and plays tricks on them. i do like how first ones are definitely like, still imperial shitlords like subtly. i love how Wrong-Hordak has a realisation arc in the background.

HOLY SHIT THIS IS CREEPY

CATRA DISARMED THIS CAT CREATURE WITH HER CUTE SNEEZE AHAHAHAHA

CATRA IS PETTING A CAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AHAHAHAHA EVERY SINGLE THING WE COULD HAVE EVER WANTED IS COMING TRUE

catra is working on not lashing out :’) <= literally adora and also me

Melog is so ADORABLE and imprinted on Catra and LOVES ADORA and AGHGHGHG

I love how Adora can make her eyes glow on command

Castaspella was blushing at Shadowweaver being so close lolololol. wow this is the first time Castaspella has been interesting. ‘and stop me, if i take the power for myself’ i love aunty shadowweaver.

AAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAH WHAT HAHAAHHAAAAHA Catra notices she’s holding Adora’s hand and goes ARGGH and doesn’t just take her hand back but throws it away ahhaahaha. Adora doesn’t even respond. that was so hilarious for some reason.

GLIMMER KISSING CATRA’S CHEEK HELLO??? HELLO?????????

‘is what i would have said before i joined you. go team’ hahahaa

‘you’re wearing hooded cloaks. that’s highly suspicious’ AHAHAHAHAHA fucking meta

I LOVE HOW ADORA IS THE ‘oh god my fuckin friends blowing our cover great’ person here

MELOG IS ALREADY STEALING MUSHROOMS FOR CATRA TO EAT AHAHAHAHA I LOVE THEM

Spinerella and Netossa are so BADASS and i love their fight. it’s so deliciously painful and cool hehehehehe

so the only person im fighting here is!.....my own wife...

I LOVE THEM

spinerella is so op lololol - why did she barely do anything for them when they were still fighting hordak

wrong hordak is so fucking cute ahahahahaha

goddamn that reunion was touching and funny at the same time. and i can actually believe that Prime is having trouble with this slippery team of magic users

I love Netossa’s analysis of the princesses weaknesses. Adora: can’t act to save her life. also extreme hair envy with she-ra

BUT GLIMMER: crippling self-doubt mixed with overwhelming hubris AHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHA

OH MY GOD SHE SPRITZED CATRA WITH WATER JFDKLDFWDSFKSDFKJLDSJFJDSFKDSLKFSDLFJLKFLKDJFLKS AHAAHAHAAHA

PERFUMA DON”T BE A BITCH TO CATRA. (even though yeah Catra did treat Scorpia bad) she’s right you need to fuckin go for the neck (this episode is gonna show us that you need to damage the chip AND get through to scorpia and it’s going to take catra and perfuma ofc)

awwwww glimmer and bo.... bo is really worried about his dad :’( . this is the first time ive found myself shipping bo and glimmer.....the way he sighs into her arms, turns his face into her neck. Yes....

AWWW CATRA AND ADORA CHALLENGING EACH OTHER AGAIN AWWWW

BO’S DADS LEFT HIM A CLUE IN A FUCKING DAD JOKE ahahaahahahahaah

perfuma is really getting on my nerves here. ‘we dont throw tanks at our friends’ uhhhh shes trying to kill you. just let perfuma get electrocuted adora

AH THEY FINALLY GIVE AN ORIGIN STORY FOR ‘GRAYSKULL’! ha! i do love how they keep elaborating on the First Ones as tyrants as well

hmm perfuma was right i guess. i didnt really like that development. urgh god perfuma is so grating lol..

i wonder how shadowweaver and catra are gonna....deal with each other....

hah. shadowweaver tries to weasel in with Adora again. but Adora won’t stand for it again....

Melog literally acts out Catra’s emotions and jumps adora playfully. hehehehe

shadowweaver is such a fucking bitch. i wonder if we’ll ever get her to admit guilt or apologise

no adora. you have to fucking defend catra to shadowweaver. THAT is what you have to do now that you can!

SHE JUST JUMPED INTO FIRE FOR ADORA

shadowweaver preying on Adora and Catra again goddddd. let this be an episode in which they finally shuck her off. Adora fucking THINK, the only reason you could transform in the first place was BECAUSE of Catra.

YEAHHHHH CATRA!!!!!!!! GETTING ALL THE INFO BEFORE ADORA GETS MANIPULATED INTO SOMETHING SHE DIDN’T CHOOSE. naturally she still chooses to do it.

Melog lies half on top of Adora while Catra watches her.... god fuckin hell Melog being an extension of Catra’s feelings is so fucking AMAZING

holy FUCK that confrontation. (i love how every confrontation between adora and catra starts in roughhousing - their language is extremely physical). this is the softer version of catra’s and adora’s dynamic. Catra loves Adora and she wants Adora to choose HER, LIFE WITH HER. ‘what do you want?’ (WHAT ABOUT ME??) But Adora always chooses some higher hero purpose over her. and she doesn’t want to watch Adora die....

‘i dont have to watch it happen...’

god fuckin hell this season.

shadowweaver BELIEVES that she did the right things - of course. and that’s fascinating. and I love that Adora finally totally truly was like: YOU RUIN PEOPLE AND I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU. fuck yeah!

so when was the moment that Adora couldn’t become she-ra anymore? think it’s when she lost track of Catra....

I love Melog - I love how Catra cannot hide from her feelings anymore - at all.

the way glimmer asks adora ‘are you scared?’ ugh MY HEART

i love martyrs. i fucking LOVE martyrs.

oh my god hallucination Catra touching foreheads with Adora.....

EVERYTIME Glimmer just straight up shows Catra affection? that’s some good shit. i thought we were gonna have Glimmer going after Catra for her mother’s death at one point but no....not at all. and i dont mind it

GLIMMER SAID I LOVE YOU TWICE TO BO AND THEN BO SAID IT BACK AND KISSED HER DSFKSDLBJDS FOREHEAD !!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE MARA!!!

the fights this season have been SO! GOOD!

i love how they’ve set up that Glimmer is a fucking POWERHOUSE. she can turn the tide of battle in a blink!

naturally they pit Micah against Glimmer. jfc this poor family....

there is something important about Prime not remembering Mara....

SHE BEAT MICAH SHE BEAT HIM!!!! WALKING RIGHT THROUGH HIS STORM OF DARK MAGIC.

SCORPIA CRADLED BO LIKE A BABY

SHADOWWEAVER SAVING CATRA? FOR ONCE???? FOR ONCE CHOOSING CATRA OVER POWER????? FUCK THAT’S CATHARTIC EVEN IF IT WAS ONLY TO GET ADORA TO THE HEART

catra has such a soft heart really. she still, after everything, loves shadowweaver. god....

SHE SAID SHE WAS PROUD OF CATRA. SHE --- SHE - SHE SACRIFICED HERSELF. GOD THE VOICEACTING FOR CATRA WHEN SHE - ADORA FALLING TO HER KNEES. THEIR PSEUDO MOTHER... AGHLDJDWFJJDSLF

FUCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKk

EVERY SINGLE LINE IS SO GOOD, so well-acted. the ‘im ready’ the way she says ‘catra’ like she can’t take anything anymore

i couldn’t write anything for the whole rest of that i was just covering my mouth with my hands

The fuckiN KISS! the look of PURE LOVE on ADoRA”S FACE

which in the back of my head - they cannot actually cut that in any way - it’s impossible to cut

adora with those blue eyes in the blaze, the magic is beautiful adora excising prime from hordak’s mind (WOW), adora and catra touching foreheads and the slight PURR you can hear, adult bo and glimmer (lookin so nice), adult catra (LOOKING SO HANDSOME in her prom-y outfit,) Glimmer chasing Catra, just, GOD, THE UTENA FUCKING REFERENCE, the way they say they love each other, my GOD, Scorpia being like woah perfuma you look nice, MY GOD MY GOD MY GOD THEM GOING TO SPREAD MAGIC TO THE UNIVERSE GOD!!!!!!

every single thing in this season was worth 4 seasons of enjoyable, entertaining, interesting, frustrating and meh. WOAH! WOAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[midnigtartist]

6. The super long kiss that wasn’t intended

He knows he should be watching the treeline. Sat beside Nott at the front of the cart, Molly knows that he ought to be scanning the tree line for any potential threats to their merry band as they weave their way through the valley. But he just can’t seem to get himself to focus on the slow passing trees as Nein marches southward. His gaze keeps slipping from the road, as he glanced over his shoulder at the wizard curled up in the back of the cart.

As to be expected, he’s got a book propped up in his lap. One of the spellbook he keeps strapped to his side, Molly notes, as he carefully and meticulously sifts through their recent spoils. The faint hum of arcane energy hangs in the air around him. It pricks at the back of Molly’s neck, making the hair there stand on edge and that’s why he’s been so distracted, and certainly not because Caleb looks so darling and content with his task, a small smile curling at the corner of his lips.

No, Molly thinks wryly to himself, it’s certainly nothing to do with that. Not at all.

He swings his legs over the side of the cart bench, earning and disgruntled yelp from Nott as she’s jostled by the movement. Molly ignores this, instead watching Caleb’s, dare he says, giddy smile as the pearl clasped tight in his hand dulls, and he picks up the bracelet he’s been inspecting. Sliding off the bench, Mollymauk seats himself cross legged at the perimeter of Caleb’s pile of spoils, resting his cheek to his fist.

“Anything interesting?”

Caleb starters, but only a little, his head jolting up and eyes blinking as he takes in the new addition to his ring of shiny things. Molly offers him a curling, close mouth smile in lue of a proper greeting.

Caleb nods, pulling at his beard. “Ja, this-” he gestured vaguely over the lot of stuff, a crooked grin on his face. “This ist gut. There is a lot a usefully things here.”

“Almost finished then?” Molly asks.

“Oh yah, I just have to look over these rings for Jester, you know, and then that will be all of it but ahhhh- you have come over here? Is- is there something you need?” the thrill the magic gives him, seems to bear wearing off and Molly can see Caleb slowly receding back into his shell. And that simply won’t do.

He shrugs “Not particularly. This is fascinating, by the way.”

Caleb lowers his gaze to his spellbook. He twiddles and twists the pearl between his fingers and Molly tracks the movement because that’s fascinating too. Caleb’s long fingers rolling the small bead between them is truly something and he can feel the slight flush crawling up his neck.

“You have seen me identify objects before,,,” Caleb mutters.

“And I find it thrilling every time!” he says. He leans forward so his elbows are pressed into his knees. “I think it’s just wonderful, that. How you can learn all of that stuff just from looking at it for a few minutes. It’s very impressive!”

Caleb shrugs, but Molly spies a phantom of a smile touching the corner of his mouth and he finds himself beaming all the wider for it.

“Well you know, there is a bit more to it then that but it is ahhh,, nerd shit.”

“What I’ve learned from traveling with the lot of you terrible people is that nerd shit tends to be the shit that keeps us alive. It’s very useful shit. Don’t sell your shit short Caleb, it’s very good shit! Quality, even.” he says. Somewhere to the right of him, he can hear Jester cackling. He keeps his eyes and his smile trained on Caleb, who’s actually turned a bit to face him.

“Ha ha.” it’s not a laugh, not really. It more just the noise, but it’s so endearing that Molly’s insides squirm with delight at the sound. “I suppose you are right- about that at least.”

“You’d be surprised by how much I’m right about, actually.” Molly says.

This time Caleb does laugh, even if all it is a huff of air. “Mister Mollymauk.”

“Mister Caleb”

The pearl rolls between his thumb and forefinger. “Would you like learn a magic trick? I, you know, I have tried teaching Jester before, and umm, Beauregard but, they don’t, well, they really do not have the patience for this sort of thing.”

He cocks his head to the side. “And you think I do?”

“I have seen you mend your coat.” Caleb says, actually leveling his clear blue gaze on Molly, effectively pinning him in place. “That embroidery is your handy work, hmm? Something like that takes a lot of time.”

Molly draws back so that he’s sitting up straight. “Well as flattering as it is to know you keep eye on me.” Caleb flushes. “-I don’t think I’m quite clever enough to do what it is you do dear.”

Magic, at least, the magic Caleb does, seems to require a lot of reading, and reading has never really agreed with Mollymauk Tealeaf. It makes his eyes hurt and his whole brain revolt against him, can even give him a terrible headache if he forces himself to work at it for too long.

Caleb’s brows draw together, forming deep creases between his eyes. “It is not that hard.” he says.

Molly flashes him a tight smile. “Yes, but I’m not that smart.”

The wizard shuts his spellbook with a forceful snap that makes Molly’s tail jump and curl up behind him. “Come here, Mollymauk.” Caleb says, commands really, Molly thinks with a shiver. “I will not force you, if you do not wish, but do not withhold just because you think that you might not be clever enough. I will be the judge of that.”

“Well when you put it so nicely,,,” Molly says, praying to the Weaver that he sound relatively unaffected by whatever that was. He slides over so that he’s sitting next to Caleb, instead of across from him. “So, what will I be learning then?”

Caleb hesitates, but only for a moment before he opens his book back up, and shuffles over so that Molly can see the pages, balancing it on his knee.

“Something simple, I think.”

“Oh goody.”

Even the creak of the branches in the wind sounds ominous, which Molly thinks is rather ridiculous and painfully cliche. His blade, glowing with a warm, white light, is wrapped up in the tails of his coat to dull it’s radiance as Molly creeps along low in the brush. The Nein had decided, against Molly’s better judgement, decided to travel a few hours past sunset.

“The next town isn’t that far, guys.” Jester had told them, brandishing the map with the same ferocity with which she handles her sickle. “We’ve been on the road for daaaaaaaaaaays and my feet are getting all tired and gross from walking so much and I just want to sleep in a bed and not in the grass and wake up with like, bugs in my hair and stuff.”

So they’d marched on, and now they’re paying the price because not only is it a good couple of hour past sunset, but they’d been assaulted by some ruffians. Taking advantage of the exhausted state of the party, they’d managed to stop them, rob them, and make off with Jester’s haversack of holding. With so much of their valuable shit in that bag, they’d decided to give chase, and had gotten spread pretty thin in the processes. Which, isn’t such a bad thing, Molly’d been able to pick off a few of the bandits, spread thin themselves, quickly and quietly. But he’s worried about everyone else. If they were unlucky enough to run into more of the bastards then they could handle alone, with Jester possible very, very far away. That could make things a bit more sticky.

Of course, they’re all pretty capable, decently strong. And yet,,, Molly’s worried about some, specifically squishy members of their party.

He’ll- they’ll be fine.

He marches on deeper into the woods.

A bit of time later, the sound of muffled voices hit Molly’s ears. Not long after does he spy the flicker of firelight through the leaves, painting speckled shadows along forest floor.

Molly pauses a moment, tucking himself against a rotting old tree trunk. Peeking over the top of it he can just barely make out a group of darkened figured, hooting and hollering like idiots around a makeshift camp. Why do petty thieves always do that? Make a whole fucking ton of noise that gives away their position. Every single band of thieves he’s ever run into does it. It’s just not smart. Though, if they were smart enough to understand that they probably wouldn’t be out here robbing well seasoned mercenary groups, he thinks. He counts the shadows, or at least he tries to. The back lighting from the fire is fucking up his night vision but he thinks he sees four or five distinct individuals. Too many to take out alone.

Reaching into his pocket with his free hand, he pulls out a little piece of wire. Its difficult, harder with only one hand, but he manages to wrap the bit of copper around his finger and brings it up to his lips. He points out into the woods in the general direction he thinks he saw people running. “Found a group of them. Looks like five maybe? North. Just past that one rock that looks remarkably like a penis. Oh ! and you can reply to this message” he whispers into his fist.

Molly does this eight more time, hoping that if he casts a wide enough net he’ll be able to get in touch with at least some of the Nein. Between not knowing exactly where everyone is and the, frankly concerning, fizzle of the spell against his lips he not sure how many of them got the message. On the fourth time, he hears Jester’s cackling rattling around in his skull. It’s a horrible bizarre feeling that makes his skin tingle,and not even in the fun way.  On the sixth one he hears Beau’s exasperated “real fucking mature, man” and has to stifle a chuckle. On the last one, it’s Caleb’s voice ringing around in his skull.

“I see the rock you are talking about. oh- ja it does look like a dick.” He says. “I am making my way over to you now.”

Molly waits, one eye on the trees around him, one on the group of bandits, watching for any strange movement. Maybe one of them will come over here to take a piss. He could take them out nice and quite, and that would be one less shit head to deal with.

The bushes to his right rustle and Molly tightens his grip on his sword. Caleb comes sprinting out of the underbrush towards him, crouched low to the ground to avoid being spotted. Molly can’t even even get a word of greeting out before Caleb is suddenly upon him, hands reaching to curl around the lapel of his coat.

The wizard is positively beaming at him, his face cracked with a wide smile Molly has only ever seen him give Nott. His eyes are practically glowing, wide and excited and full of pride. He’s on Molly in an instant huddled against the rotten log alongside him and Molly is stunned.

“You cast message!” Caleb says, barely able to keep his voice to a stage whisper for the excitement. His hands come up, cupping Molly’s face between them and immediately the teifling feels himself start to color. Thumbs rub over his cheeks, Caleb squishing his face between his calloused palms “You cast the spell, you did the thing that I showed you! Oh! I am so proud! I am so proud of you! You are brilliant Mollymauk. I could kiss you!”

Well, that makes Molly’s heart do all sorts of ill advised and complicated gymnastics in his chest.

He puts a shaking hand on Caleb’s knee. “Don’t say thing you don’t intent to follow through on, Mister Caleb.”

Brain seeming to have caught up with his mouth, Caleb pales, then flushes a deep scarlet. His hand stay cupped around Molly’s cheeks, though they do lessen they’re squeezing a bit. His gaze falls past Molly’s right shoulder. “I ahh- right. I was- well I got a little excited I suppose,,,”

“Happens to the best of us.” he gives Caleb leg a friendly jiggle “Your secret’s safe with me”

Caleb chuckles.

They don’t move. They’re still dreadfully, painfully close. Annoyingly, not close enough. He watches as Caleb’s gaze flickers back over to his face. Watches the way his sharp, ever curious blue eyes trace the curve of his palm where it’s pressed into Molly cheek, all the way down to the corner of his mouth. He leans in.

The center of gravity suddenly shifts and Mollymauk Tealeaf finds himself crashing against Caleb’s warm mouth. Its quick, but it’s everything.

Caleb presses his lips firmly to Mollymauk’s for a brief moment, pulling him in with the fingers still curved around his jaw. Molly gasps, fingers tightening around the fabric of Caleb’s pant leg. He lets his eyes flutter shut. And then the warmth is gone and Molly opens his eyes to see the wizard staring at him, wide eyed and flushed. Still his hands don’t move from Molly’s face.

“I should not have done that. I-”

Molly brings his other hand up to the back of Caleb’s neck and pulls him forward. Their lips meet again and Molly can taste the crackle of arcane power that lingers on them. It shoots a thrill down his spine. The hand on Caleb’s knee tangles into the coarse fur lining of his coat and Molly sigh, deep and wanting against the other man’s mouth.

To his glorious surprise, Caleb responds in kind. His hands begin to move, one sliding down his face to rest at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, those long, scholarly fingers spanning across his throat, making Molly shiver. The other tangles into the short curls at the back of his neck, drawing Molly even closer.

Molly breaths through the kiss, eyes shut tight as he focuses on the feeling. Of dry and ragged ruined lips against his own. On the slight scratch of stubble against his chin and the rough pads of Caleb’s fingers on his skin. He feels exactly like he looks, coarse and rough around the edges. Nothing like the soft, sweet smelling hired company that Molly’s used to. He finds he likes this much better. The earthy smell that clings to weather battered skin, mixed in with faint hints of whatever spell components line Caleb’s pockets. Licorice and molasses.

Caleb sighs against him, tilting his head for a better angle.  Molly puts all other thoughts out of his head. Forgets about the bandits at his back, and his friends stomping through the underbrush. Even forgets about their stole bag of good. He put his facilities to better use, memorizing the shape and heat of Caleb’s lips against his own

Molly parts his lips and prods at Caleb’s lower lip with the twin prongs of his forked tongue, makes a soft sound of pleasure as Caleb’s fingers tighten in his hair. Caleb jumps under his hands, pulling away. He desperately wants to follow, but Molly let him go, keeping fingers folded against the lapels of his coat, half  to keep himself grounded, half to keep Caleb from bolting before he can find his voice again.

“Don’t you dare apologize for that.” He crooks out after a moment.

Caleb stares at him with blown out blue eyes. He swallows, runs a hand across his jaw. His fingers linger against his lips. “Ja- okay,,, That was ahhh-”

“That was good.” Molly assures him, stroking fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

Caleb nods, looking a little unsure. “Gut, ja. You know, uhh maybe we should- should, you know- maybe we could do that again, sometime. But I think we should probably take care of those bandits first.”

A smile splits Molly’s face. “Think we can take them, just the two of us?

“No.” Caleb hands come back around to cup his cheeks, then slip down, coming  to rest against the front of Molly’s coat “We are pretty tough, but you said that there were at least five of them. I do not want us taking any unnecessary risks.” he starts fidgeting with Molly’s coat, adjusting it on his shoulder and smoothing out the silk with his hands. “Clever boy.” Molly says, fondness laced into his words.

Caleb doesn’t meet his gaze, but he does smile.

The sound of twigs snapping catch their attention and moments later Beau comes slinking out of the bushes, a new bruise swelling up over her eye. Caleb hands fall away. Molly keeps fingers pressed lightly against the side of his knee.

“That’s a good look on you.” he says, once Beau is close enough.

“Thanks asshole.” Beau wedges her way between the two of them, elbowing Molly in the stomach as she does.  

He whizzes out a pained laugh.

[kweebtrash]

Could you make a drabble with Johnny masturbating while thinking of Eri? 🤭

I already did this in Ch. 3. So i decided to do a masturbation scene with phone sex, teasing, dirty talk, Johnny being really desperate and needy?, and a smidge of daddy kink. So like I hope that’s ok? Also in Johnny's POV(obvs).

[9:45pm]

Wyd?

I typed out my favorite three letters in hopes of enticing her enough to come over. I had no idea why but the feeling of her beneath me while I fucked her hard was suddenly stuck in my brain. It had been all I could think about for the past half hour and I couldn’t quit. I imagined pinning her legs down with mine and laying my body over hers which made her look smaller than she actually was. She would almost always squirm against me, shoving her ass back to take me deeper and I just-

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: not you. Bye

What?? Now I would have to spend extra time convincing her. God, fuck my life. 

C'mon baby. I'll really make it worth your while

🦇BattOuttaHell🦇: yah I'm sure🙄 I'm busy

Doing what?

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: none of ur business. I'm busy

Jesus did I really have to beg? I bet she wasn't even doing anything. It’s fucking Tuesday night. Who does anything on a Tuesday?

Please baby? I can't stop thinking about you

Girls liked that shit,I didn't they? I mean...it was actually true though.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: BWAHAHAHAHHA

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: lmao ur that desperate huh baby boy?

I'm not desperate 😑 just horny

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: hate to break it to ya but horny and bugging me is you being desperate

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: srsly tho I'm stuck studying for an exam I know jack shit about. I'm screwed

You can also be screwed if you come over

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: pls die

Why are you so violent all the time?!!

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: bruh violence is my middle name

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: sry but it'll just be u and ur hand tonight

I groaned because I really really didn't want that. I would much rather have her squeezed around my cock and hear those soft breathy moans she made all the time. She would always hold onto me then, maybe dig some scratches into my back as I went as deep as I could go. I groaned in frustration and wanted to throw my phone but persisted. I was going to regret typing this and was already cringing but I figured I had to pull out the big guns. We were still trying this whole thing out but a test drive wouldn't be so bad.

Princess, daddy really needs you

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: oh my god Johnathan

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: 🚫🛑✋

I thought you liked that???

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: I do

The ellipse signaling her response bubbled for awhile and I wondered what the hell kind of paragraph she was writing.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: princess has to study. I'm srsly gonna fail😭😭

Just a little break? Please??

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: daddy with you it's never a "little break"

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: ull keep me there for hours and then I won't sleep and then I'll be tired and then I will fail

I sat up a little straighter staring at that word. It had a much different and more profound effect on me when she wrote it. I didn't cringe; instead I felt it deeply seeded within the base of my cock and it made my hormones go into overdrive. I quickly typed out a response hoping to make the conversation a bit more...dirty.

That's for sure

You know how long I can go and how weak you are for me when I've been inside you for hours.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: I mean it's alright ig

Goddamn it! Why was she like this? She was such a frustrating little shit!

Bruh I'm just tryna get off ok? If you're not gonna come over can you at LEAST help me out a little??????????

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: wtf you want me to do? Sext you??

I mean it's better than you being a dick to me

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: aww baby boy wants to whineeee

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: u are pretty much begging at this point

I rolled my eyes hating that she was kind of right.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: good thing I like to hear men beg for me

Oh shit. Did that mean that I was getting closer to her helping me? It was probably one of those kink things. I thought for awhile if I should actually swallow my pride and do it some more just to get her to participate. I was going to feel like an idiot but at least I'd be an idiot who came. I sent her a snap of me pouting with the puppy filter trying to be cute enough.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: ur an idiot u know that right?

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: anyway idk how to sext?

What do you mean you dont know how to sext? You just do it.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: well i’m not gonna say stuff your cock in my pussy thats fucking disgusting

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: also im a writer so it’s just gonna come out weird

Try me. You can like describe what you like me doing to you. Anything.

I set my phone down and waited for her to respond. It wasn’t that difficult. I did it all the time but i wanted her to start. I just wanted to hear her instead of being wrapped up in my stupid fantasies. I looked down at the bulge in my sweatpants and sighed. If i got started now then I would keep getting interrupted and have to wipe my hand off every time. I set my pillow over my head and hoped that if I suffocated myself enough then I wouldn't have to suffer any longer.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: this is not going to be sexy at all lol

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: but i seriously love when you grab my hips and use it to fuck me deeper. I love how much you stretch me open, how much you fill me and those grunts you make when youre close

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: i love when youre fucking me from behind and press yourself into my back and pin my wrists down. You make me feel so small and wrapped up in protectiveness i guess? Or maybe possessiveness. You usually bite down on my neck and shoulders when youre like that. The hickies are a pain in the ass to cover but i love looking at them afterwards and feeling how tender they are. It makes me remember the ache and how i cant wait to fuck you again.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: is this ok?

Fuck. yes. I typed out as soon as my phone vibrated with her response.

Shit, i couldn’t believe just her typing something could get me even harder but i could feel myself throbbing beneath my sweats. I wanted her to keep going but I needed to get off before i couldn’t take it anymore. I dared to call her and hear her seductive but shy voice. I dialed her number and hoped to God she would answer.

"Are you trying to have phone sex with me?" She asked instantly.

"15 minutes." I panted. "Take a break for 15 minutes."

"No more than that. I really have to study…"

"I promise, baby. I promise." I shoved my sweats off, keeping the phone between my ear and shoulder, and grabbed the base of my cock. The first stroke was slow, steady, full of yearning and as it turned out desperation. Precum was already covering my head and making a mess but I used that to my advantage. It added slickness to my strokes, easily letting my palm slide up and down my shaft. "Please just talk to me."

Her voice seemed to get a little lower. "What do you want me to say?"

"Anything." I bit down on my lip for a moment as my hips lifted into a particularly rough jerk. "I just want to hear your voice."

"I want to hear your moans then. Those pants, the groans, those little growls. Don't hold back, Johnny."

I set the phone on speaker so I could keep it beside me and have more freedom. "Ye-yeah. I won't hold back trust me."

I gripped onto the blanket beside me, trying to remind myself that I needed to use those fifteen minutes to my full advantage. I knew with how much of a brat she was, she probably already had a timer going. I slowed my strokes a little bit, giving my fingers time to roll over my head and dip into my slit. I breathed out a soft pant as I focused everything on how sensitive I was. With each stroke of my fingers I imagined Eri on top of me, grinding into my hips and taking every inch I would give her. She looked so utterly gorgeous, like a fucking goddess every time she smirked down at me or set her hands on my chest to steady herself. Why was she so damn perfect?

"A little louder Johnny. I want to really hear you or else I'll hang up."

"N-no." I choked out. "F-fuck...I'm just thinking about you!"

My fist was trembling around the blanket as I could hardly hold back. I squeezed my hand a little tighter around myself trying to replicate the way she clenched around my cock. It wasn't exactly the same but damn near close.

"Hmm? Thinking about me? What am I doing to my baby boy?"

“Riding me! Fuck you’re riding me so fucking good.” I groaned louder than I expected. My thighs were starting to tremble just a bit and i dug my toes into the mattress. I was bucking even harder than before, The thoughts of her were driving me crazy; her voice was adding to it all and those coy little giggles made it even worse. I wanted her so fucking bad.

“Do you want to cum?” She breathed out. 

“Yes.” I growled deeply. “Eri...shit…”

“You’re super cute when youre begging. Do you think I should let you?” She teased.

“Oh, i’m going to, whether you let me or not princess. What daddy says, goes.” i released another growl and gripped my balls with my other hand, squeezing them in a chaotic dance of pleasure and need.

“Not when daddy calls princess begging to fuck. You can hold out a bit longer. I deserve to hear a few more moans.”

I let out a growl of frustration. “Eri.” I said sternly. “I swear to god…”

“Say my name like that as you fuck me from behind.”

I tossed my head back into the mattress as the vision popped in my head instantly. My hand stroked at an ungodly pace as i felt my release approaching fast. I was a mess of feelings and sounds, drowning in my own lust and letting my body fall into every awakened nerve. My muscles tightened and i felt warmth rush over me. My breathing deepened as I squeezed out the last few ropes of cum that splattered all over my stomach. My hand was drenched as well and i flopped back, sighing as i knew i had so much to clean up. I picked up the phone with my clean hand and took her off speaker.

“14 minutes, 39 seconds. Good job.”

“I knew,” I licked my lips and tried to steady my breath. “You were fucking counting, you evil little shit.”

“Whhaaatttt! I have to get back to studying! Except I might have a little fun myself.”

“Are you kidding me? After I asked? God, i cant stand you.”

She chuckled and I could just see that devilish smirk on her face. “Mhm, whatever you say. I have to get going now. Have fun cleaning up.”

[madecfmarble]

ayyYYYY yo !! so since there wasn’t a plotting call tag, i decided to combine them both, so this here is a PLOTTING CALL / STARTER CALL for the girl who stole yo girl ( and yo man ) natasha romanoff. down below i made some layouts for her relationships i connect her to, and if your character is on that list we can add more or less to it as we plot. if your character is not on this list, dw! we can still plot somethin’ fresh fresh, i’m lookin’ at you dc babes. i’ve included some ideas too for plots! i’ll probs hit you all up on IMs unless discord is easier for you, and depending i may ask if you could write the starter if i’m feelin’ a little *overwhelmed* or starter blocked, so fair warning. i may cap these at ten, for now, so i’m not too overwhelmed. so smash that LIKE button if you’d like to tango with a brain-washed ballerina and i’ll get to these asap. mumu’s REPLY with ONE muse to plot and rp with tasha. i’d like to give everyone a chance! thanks and pls read on!

friends →

↳ ( friend / best friend ) clint barton

↳ ( friend ) steve rogers

↳ ( former friend / trained together ) james barnes / winter soldier 

↳ ( friend / former SHIELD boss ) nick fury

↳ ( friend / former SHIELD colleague / he stans captain america ) phil coulson

↳ ( friend / former SHIELD colleague ) maria hill

↳ ( friend ) sam wilson

↳ ( friend / former boss ) tony stark

↳ ( friend / former boss ) pepper potts

↳ ( friend ) thor odinson

↳ ( friend ) bruce banner

↳ ( friend / former SHIELD colleague ) sharon carter

↳ ( friend ) james rhodes

↳ ( friend ) wanda maximoff

↳ ( friend ) vision

↳ ( the spider boy she stans stands ) spider-man / peter parker

↳ ( and antony’s dad rip ) scott lang

↳ ( friend ) t’challa

enemies →

↳ ( enemy / rival / turned protege?? if ya wanna do that, guess who’s down ) yelena belova 

↳ ( enemy / they dont quit ) loki

↳ ( enemy /  former SHIELD colleague / dude i actually liked brock, wth rumlow ) brock rumlow / crossbones

↳ ( enemy ) HYDRA / RED ROOM

connections natasha needs / we can play with →

friends →

↳ more girlfriends. she hangs around way too much testostrone. heroes, civilians, villains who can be heroic sometimes or nuetral, idc. she needs more kick-ass women or soft and gentle women to be around to maybe just talk about how stupid the boys can be, to drink with, or humble her to be a little more...normal? yah know like, women who don’t have underhanded motives for everything? women who don’t have a thousand covers? woman who will actually tell you who they are instead of hiding a bunch of secrets? help her learn how to be, idk, a woman. but nat’s down with the boys too, they bring all the drama.

enemies →

↳ i feel like she has enough of these, especially with being an avenger and yelena. but she’s a spy and she’s made a lot of enemies ( and still be able to handle herself ). she’s not gonna get along with everyone so, idk, wanna fight?

romance →

↳ this is always a tough spot for me because, while i believe nat don’t need no man, and i can live with her not being shipped at all, i do also believe she deserves to be loved. she’s a very complicated woman tho and tends to be very evasive and secretive about her past, because it’s not something she’s proud of, so. steve doesn’t even really know who she is, and they’re friends. i mean, comic-wise i have a ship for her, but mcu nat’s a little different. i’m willing to make her bisexual, she needs some fun with some ladies tbh. i see a lot of one night stands / hook ups for nat. she gets what she wants. but romance? it’s really going to have to depend on chemistry and probs a lot of pain / angst between our characters becasue natasha is not allowed to have nice things for long, let alone a stable relationship.

credit goes to →

↳ psdavengers for the banner ( i just cropped it and added text to it )

[freckled-girl-2319-blog]

Part 1:

The trees whipping past me in a blur as I ran through the woods, I was running away. I couldn't remember why I was running but I knew I had to. A loud rumble cut through the air and the shaking of the ground sent me flying into a fallen log. I quickly looked behind me expecting to see something chasing me yet I saw nothing. I quickly got to my feet and started to run again this time faster. Another boom sounded but I managed to stay on my feet. I broke through the woods into a clearing, my lungs burned but my body kept pushing.

"Almost to the river" I thought.

The air smelled of grass and dew mixed with the damp smell of the earth. Another boom sounded out and a crack split open right before me. I fell backwards trying to stop myself from falling in. The crack expanded as I scrambled to my feet getting up to head the other way then another boom sounded out breaking the earth behind me leaving me on a small circle of isolation. Panicking I tried to calculate if I could jump across the cracks, just as soon as the thought crossed my mind the cracks enlarged greatly to a size I could not jump across. The smell turning to burning and ashes started to float into my vision along with embers. Looking into the crack I noticed lava. I scanned my surroundings looking for a way out. The lava was rising and if I didnt find a way out I was going to die. Another boom sounded out knocking me over the edge forcing me to grab onto the ledge, holding on for dear life. My fingers were slipping due to the wet grass from morning dew. I kicked my feet trying to find something to get my feet hooked in, anything that could possibly save me from falling. The lava was getting closer and my fingers were close to falling. I saw a flash of lightning and closed my eyes knowing what's next to come. I willed something or someone to come and help me. When the last boom sounded out I fell screaming. I could smell and feel the heat of the lava drawing closer.

I sprang up taking in deep breaths. My clothes were soaked with sweat as if the lava had really been close making me sweat. My head fell into my palms as I tried to calm myself. I've had the same dream every night for the past week, each night the dream went longer and added new parts. I couldn't help but feel the dream had something to do with my burning today.

A knock on my door startled me.

"Owen, honey its time to get up" my mother called in a cheery voice. "Its your burning day!" She cheered walking away from the door.

I slowly got out of bed. My legs felt like jelly and my heart was about to burst from my chest. I slowly walked out of my room making my way downstairs for breakfast with my mother. I walked into the kitchen to find a place setting for my mom, my father, me, and disturbingly my little brother. I stared at the plate set out for my little brother. A new chair accompanying the table for him.

My mom walked in to see me staring at the spot.

"I didnt mean to upset you or anything...I just think that he deserves to be apart of this day. He is your brother." My mother whispered.

I walked over to his place setting and ran my fingers down his plate as if just touching the plate would allow my brother back into this world.

"Its ok, I think thats a good idea." I whispered giving my mom a forced smile, walking over and giving her a kiss on the cheek. My mom gave out a sigh of relief and her face broke into a large smile.

My mom quickly changed the subject to something cheerier. "Your father will be home soon. He got the day off of course. Nobody not even the King could keep your father away on this day." 

Smiling I asked my mom if she needed any help to which she replied no shooing me upstairs to get ready for my big day.

As I was getting ready I heard my dad come through the door. I hurriedly got ready so I could see my dad faster. Racing down the stairs I reached my dad who was smiling big and holding my mom.

"Happy burning day son." My dad said with a grin. I ran to hug my dad breathing in his scent. Both my mom and dad specialized in weather spells. They both smelled like rain and snow. I grinned up at my dad who tried scooting his way to the kitchen for breakfast. Upon seeing my brothers sitting place his smile changed to a wistful one. He brought my mom and I closer and laughed.

"Why dont we get to eating? The food smells ravishing." We all quickly sat except mom who went to the kitchen to get milk and coffee. Dad was rarely home and when he was it usually wasn't for long. I talk to my parents about everything so my dad and I have a lot to catch up on.

"So Owen, how is everything?" My father asked.

"Well... I've been having these...dreams" I started. My father looked at me strangely.

"Dreams...what kind of dreams." My father asked not understanding why I brought this up.

"They are dreams I've never had before and I've never experienced any dreams like this ever." I was getting a little worried that my parents would think I'm crazy or brush it off as nothing.

"Son...when a boy..a man gets older they experience changes...and whatever your experiencing in your dreams are normal and its a completely natural thing." My father started. I looked at him confused.

"You dont really think!" My mom gasped and looked at me then my dad again. "He's having..wet dreams?" My mother whispered even though I could clearly here her. Now I was just embarrassed.

"No! That's not what I was talking about!" I exclaimed embarrassed.

"Son there's nothing to be embarrassed about, it happens to everyone. When I was your age-" I cut him off.

"Dad I was talking about a different sort of dream! My dreams are more like nightmares, really vivid nightmares!" I explained. My dad and mom looked at me serious, then started laughing.

"What's so funny?" I demanded. My dad went back to eating his food.

"Don't worry about it Owen, the dreams have to do with your specialty." My dad chuckled. I felt confused and clearly it showed on my face because my dad brushed it off again.

"It happens to everyone Owen dont worry about it." My dad stated. My mom and dad went on to a different conversation.

I nodded my head slowly and started to eat my food. We all joked and laughed, swapping story's of the two weeks my dad has been gone.

When breakfast was over my dad cleaned up as my mom and I went upstairs to get her ready. Just as we picked out a dress for my mom, my phone went off.

Mac: Dude, come to the park and bring snacks I'm hungry

Reading the message I laughed.

"Love you mom, Im going to bring Mac food." I laughed. I kissed my mom goodbye and grabbed the keys to leave saying a quick goodbye to dad. Making my way over to the park stopping at a convenience store for Mac's snacks. When I arrived at the park I saw Mac sitting on the swings playing on his phone. There were a few kids playing on the jungle gym while the parents sat on benches chatting and watching their kids. I took a seat next to Mac swinging myself a little bit. I tossed the food to Mac and watched his face light up.

Mac looked at me grinning. "Your the best!" He exclaimed digging into his food.

I chuckled."Yeah, whatever"

I watched Mac eat his food, patiently waiting for him to finish.

"Are yah ready for your burning?" Mac questioned, finishing his food.

I smiled at him."I'm excited, but no defiantly not ready."

"I understand, I was the same way when I thought about it, actually more nauseous than anything." He shrugged. "Nothing to worry about, it doesnt hurt too much."

I gave a sarcastic chuckle. "Oh yeah, that makes me feel better."

Mac smiled at me. "Dont get sarcastic with me or you'll regret it." He smerked. "Besides, I wasn't trying to scare you or anything. I mean its called a burning its gonna hurt a little at least."

"I didnt really think about it..." I admitted looking at the children playing. "You know I kinda dont want to be a weather specialist." I whispered.

"You don't?" Mac looked at me puzzled. "I mean I support you and everything, but its not like you have a choice."

I looked at him trying not to look annoyed. "I know I can't choose, but I'm really hoping I'm not. If I am that's tons of pressure, not only to be great and get a good job, but also to marry another weather specialist. I want to marry who I want for love not to breed for more weather magicians." I complained. "Also weather magic isn't that powerful and if-". Mac interrupted me.

"I know you want to avenge your brother and weather magic doesnt seem like the right magic to use." I nodded, agreeing with him. Mac was someone who could understand my need to avenge my brother. If I didnt avenge my brother then I would feel like that one moment would control my whole life, make me think back and feel horrible about the fact that I could do nothing.

Mac's face broke out into a smile.

"Why don't we go back to your house and prank your dad? Call it a welcome home present." He smiled deviously.

Smerking I nodded my head, jumping from my swing and throwing Mac's trash away.

When we arrived at my house I watched as Mac sneakinly climbed into my window. We couldn't let my parents know he was here, that would ruin the prank. I walked into my house, trying to act as natural as possible.

"Honey, your back. I was wondering if you could help-" I interuppted my mom.

"Sorry, I'm feeling a little tired so I'm going to take a nap to refresh for my big day." I lied.

"Of course. I'll just ask your dad." She gave me a kiss on the cheek and left to find my dad. I arrived in my room to find Mac laying across my bed on his side with one of his hands propped up to be on his head and the other on his hip. He was smerking greatly.

"Owen, paint me like your one of your French girls." He exclaimed while striking a pose. I laughed and shut my door. Mac wiggled his eyebrows at me before sitting up into a normal position.

"Let's make up a master plan." He said deviously while tapping his fingers together like a corny villian in a kids cartoon. I scoffed and sat next to him giving his head a little push.

"My dad is helping my mom do something so we have enough time to think of something good." I explained. "And it can't be anything we have already done. So things like glue and pillow feathers, or paint on the door frame, are out of the question."

Mac pretended to put a thinking cap on, and made a very concentrated face.

"Well we could do a smack cam?" Mac questioned.

"Smack cam?"

"Well you'll call your dad upstairs to like help you with something and I'll be waiting in like the closet or something and he'll come in and I'll have a plate full of shaving dream and I'll smack it in his face." Mac explains rather quickly.

"That sounds messy......let's do it!" I exclaimed.

Mac jumped up with his fists in the air in a silent cheer.

"Great! Now go get the stuff but act inconspicuously. We dont want to be found out."

I snuck my way downstairs, my mom and dad nowhere in sight. I quickly grabbed the stuff and ran back upstairs.

Mac's face lit up when he saw the supplies. We got everything ready and Mac was taking his place in my closet.

"Oh hey!! Look at that, back in the closet where I belong!" Mac joked and winked at me. Laughing I closed the closet and called for my dad to come up.

I was in my bathroom pretending to be concerned about the shower.

"What do you need?" My dad called through my bedroom door.

"Come in." I called. "I need help with the shower, something's not right." My dad made his way in looking accusingly at me.

"What did you do to it?" He questioned making his way over. Just as he was going to pass the closet Mac jumped out and smacked my dad right in the face with the shaving cream. I started to laugh as my dad stood there shocked, then a smile broke out on his face. He started walking towards me. With his hands outstretched to grab me. I turned around and grabbed the shower head and pointed it at me dad.

"Dont come any closer or you'll regret it." I said laughing. He didnt stop getting closer so I turned the water on. My dad quickly ducked out of the way and the water sprayed Mac. Mac looked at me with a glare. Then grabbed the shaving cream. They both came towards me.

"No guys stop this isn't fair, it was Mac's idea." I pleaded, neither of them listened because then I was tackled and covered with shaving cream. We all looked at each other and started laughing.

My mom came in to see what all the ruckus was about and chuckled at the sight, instantly knowing what happened.

"Alright, boys its time to get going, All if you get cleaned up." My mom laughed. I instantly quieted down, anxiety creeping into my body as I thought about how the next few hours would go. Apparently I looked terrified cause Mac gave me a tap on my shoulder with a reassuring smile.

"I'll be here for yah."

I gave him a nervous smile. "Thanks."

We all got cleaned up and then loaded up into my moms small car and headed to the inner walls. Since my dad was a guard I was to have my burning in the inner walls of the castles surrounding ones.

The ride there was filled with my mom and dad's excited chatter of me specializing in weather magic. Mac and I were very quiet on the way there. Every now and I then I caught Mac looking at me with concern, no doubt making sure I was ok.

As we drew closer to the burning centre my anxiety got worse. I imagined the worse case scenarios. I imagined the burning not going right and I ultimately died from severe burns. I also imagined not being a weather specialist and my parents being not only disappointed but also disowning me, yelling at me wishing my brother was the one who lived. I also imagined being a weather specialist and going through life knowing that all my choices are already made for me.

Mac noticed me starting to freak out and grabbed my hand, a weird jesture but oddly calming. He gave my hand a reasurring squeeze and smiled.

He whispered softly to me as if trying not to scare a little bunny. "It'll be ok Del. I promise." The use of my nickname made me smile. Mac was actually a nickname, not actually my friends really name. His real name was Nuada, but we all just used his middle name. Mac was Irish so his name was hard to pronounce.

"Thanks Mac, just nervous that's all."

Mac squeezed my hand again in reassurance. The car came to a stop and my parents called for us to get out. Mac let go off my hand and started to get out. I sighed getting out of the car, my hand still tingly from Mac's grip. We all walked to where the burning centre was. The equipment looked like the really old 'witch burning' pits from old human stories. I shivered thinking of burning to death while everyone I knew watched unaware that something was wrong.

A middle aged women and two men who looked like bodyguards walked up to us smiling.

"Now which one of you is Owen?" The lady smiled. I timidly stepped forward, and gave an awkward wave.

"Uh...me."

The lady smiled knowingly. "Of course you are. Come this way, only one person is aloud with you from now on. Everyone else will have to wait." My parents looked at me telling me to make the decision. My parents didnt tell me I could have a person with me, they actually didnt tell me much. When Mac's burning day came around he was by himself. I was confused and in a daze, scared by the burning and just wanted to be comforted.

"Mac...please." I pleaded, hoping he would accept.

My parents didnt look the least bit surprised or even disappointed. Mac smiled at me wrapping his arm around my shoulder, trying to calm me down. The lady smiled and started to walk away, Mac and I followed waving my parents goodbye.

"Its ok, just breath." Mac whispered, rubbing my shoulder in an attempt to calm me down. "We dont want you having a panic attack, right?"

I nodded trying to keep my breathing steady. Mac was a person I trusted and I  could easily show my signs of distress. I didnt have panic attacks frequently but when I did they were very intense.

The lady took us to a room where they had laid out paint and other ritual items. Two younger ladies who looked about 14 were waiting for us.

"Ok, Jennet and Beatrice will take care of your symbols and get you ready. Now Mac can stay with you until you get tied to the burning stake, then he will be as close to you as possible." This time it was me who grabbed Macs hand, I squeezed his hand while staring at the floor. "Then right after Mac will be brought to you. We will try to make you as comfortable as we can." The lady gave a reassuring smile that I caught from the corner of my eye.

"Thanks, he is just nervous." Mac said politely. The lady left the room being very quiet. I stood in the same spot for a few seconds. The two ladies walked towards me.

"Hey, Owen? Right?" I nodded. "I'm Jennet, I promise that itll be ok. Just come over to the table we will get you ready and Mac will come over too. Ok?" I nodded again making my way over to the table. The ladies gestured for me to sit on what looked like a doctors table. I sat and waited for them to grab their supplies. They carefully drew the symbols on my face. A symbol for each specialty. When the burning happens the symbols change into whichever one the person will specialize in. Then you just have a bunch of the same symbols on your face. It can't get any clearer than that.

Mac smiled at me.

"What are you looking at?" I questioned wierded out.

"You look like a very good sacrifice." He laughed. I did not find this as amusing. Giving him my best glare, I silently flipped him off. He just laughed.

"I'm sure something will come to gobble you up! Maybe a vampire or a demon." Mac laughed making 'scary' jestures with his hands.

[binnie-remade]

92 statements tag!!

Rules: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

tagged by: raquel! @iloveyoojung ❤️

ok here we go!

The Last:

1. Drink - lukewarm water from a bottle i accidentally left under blazing sunlight 

2. Phone call - my mamã

3. Text message - [in portuguese] “THEY PUT LEMON ON MY SUSHI”

4. Song you listened to - dracula by f(x) (i mean, technically it’s playing as i type this) 

5. Time you cried - uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh it was either two days or two weeks ago............i can't tell...............

Have You Ever:

6. Dated someone twice - yep

7. Kissed someone and regretted it - yep

8. Been cheated on - nein

9. Lost someone special - uuuuh yes?

10. Been depressed - i am currently

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up - YEP i cleaned the mess up afterwards tho and i remember feeling really proud of myself for wiping a toilet seat with wobbly knees and blurry vision vjuhkbbkjfdbnxd

List 3 Favorite Colors:

12-14. mmm black, white, pink/red

In The Last Year Have You:

15. Made new friends - irl? not that i remember

16. Fallen out of love - ......................not yet

17. Laughed until you cried - probably but i can’t remember a specific moment 

18. Found out someone was talking about you - oui

19. Met someone who changed you - OUI

20. Found out who your friends are - ,,,,yeah

21. Kissed someone on your facebook list - haven’t kissed anyone since haikyuu season 1

General:

22. How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: everyone really! i almost automatically unfriend everyone i don’t talk to/like anymore  

23. Do you have any pets: the prettiest cat!!

24. Do you want to change your name: nah i like joão too much

25. What did you do for your last birthday: i turned 18 so my best friend and two other schoolmates took me out to eat hot dogs and look at ducks and peacocks!! i love them!!!!!!!! tho later that day i had a huge fight with my dad and had to brush off the ever so familiar death wish~wonderful .......actually thinking back on it i don’t think it was on the same day,,,,,,was around that time tho

26. What time did you wake up: 8-ish am

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: oh wow i can’t remember for the life of me but i was probably talking to raquel!!

28. Name something you can’t wait for: idk man some sense of peace? i know that’s a generic wish but i’m sick of fear and uneasiness and uncertainty i want to live

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: this afternoon! she left for a vacation but i’ll probably see her again on friday night

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: THE WHOLE THING 

31. What are you listening to right now: kick by f(x) dfdhusgkd

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: ghfdg no

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: if it take off my jacket i get cold (which makes me sleepy) but if i put it on it gets too hot dfjdshgdksgdfjg

34. Most visited website: tumblr + youtube

38. Hair color: naturally it’s like a dark brown but now it’s reddish

39. Long or short hair: medium-ish? right now it’s a little below my collarbones, though it’s layered in a strange way because of my outgrown undercut

40. Do you have a crush on someone: perhaps? 

41. What do you like about yourself: my chin dimple! it’s cute!

42. Piercings: i used to have pierced ears but after several allergic reactions and an unpleasant encounter with an earring stuck INSIDE my ear lobe and thus having to be pulled out through the back over a kitchen sink, i think i’m okay. i kinda want a septum tho???!!

43. Blood type: i have no idea like i asked my mom and dad but neither of them know fdgkfdbjds tho probably an O???

44. Nickname: ervilha (pea in portuguese), fifi, mary mary, mary john cena (i made the mistake of telling my best friend what the kids from elementary school called me and now she won’t let it die), my last name, etc.

45. Relationship status: Sistar_-_Lonely.mp3

46. Zodiac: capricorn

47. Pronouns: she/her

48. Favorite tv show: i don’t really watch tv apart from cooking shows,, does anime count? if so then either zankyou no terror or oofuri

49. Tattoos: nonce at the moment!

50. Right or left handed: used to be left handed but was forced to switch to my right for some reason

51. Surgery: none yet

52. Piercings: nah

53. Sport: mariahcareyidontknowher.gif

55. Vacation: im fine being a hermit

56. Pairs on trainers: ein?

More General:

57. Eating - the greatest

58. Drinking - bestest

59. I’m about to - pee cause i’ve been sitting hear too long

61. Waiting for - the sweet release of Death™ (imma keep this answer because Same™) (shit me too)

62. Want - to pee. a hug would be nice too.

63. Get married - meh

64. Career - uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh

65. Hugs or kisses - why not both?

66. Lips or eyes - eyes

67. Shorter or taller - i don’t really care tbh but around same height?

68. Older or younger - (wait as in for like.dating?) doesn’t really matter to me personally tho an age gap wider than a year or so is where i draw the line

70. Nice arms or nice stomach - uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh neither?

71. Sensitive or loud - they’re both great!

72. Troublemaker or hesitant - i.. don’t know? 

Have you ever:

74. Kissed a stranger: nah.. i mean, i kissed a free hugs guy on the cheek once while i was drunkish...

75. Drank hard liquor: does cachaça count?

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: nope but i’ve broken my glasses because i fell asleep on them

77. Turned someone down: not that i remember

78. Sex on the first date: who is sex i don’t know him

79. Broken someone’s heart: yah

80. Had your heart broken: yAH

81. Been arrested: JESUs no

82. Cried when someone died: i don’t think so

83. Fallen for a friend: i mean i really only end up crushing on friends so!

Do You Believe In:

84. Yourself: uuuuuuuuuuh sometimes?

85. Miracles: nah

86. Love at first sight: nein

87. Santa claus: DJFKDdfgjbdfh yah

88. Kiss on the first date: i mean why not go for it!

89. Angels: yEAh

Other:

90. Current best friend’s name: joana~~~

91. Eye color: brown

92. Favorite movie: i dont really watch movies so i can’t really pick one vdjhshjgdf

OKAY SO!! i have to tag 20 people but i don’t know that many hfdjgsdf anyway tho in return i’m tagging @intothenewworldbysnsd @ultsunny @moonzitao @anarcha-lesbian and @lunahobi ! ! ! 💗💞💓💕💝

[thehalfworld]

Fanfic MST: Forbiden Fruit: The Tempation of Edward Cullen, a Twilight fanfic [part 4]

I’m on a roll.

There’s more rape in this one; it’s not really described in detail, though. There are also references to what occurred in the last chapter, and an instance of mostly consensual sexual activity (although it stops short of actual sex).

Recap: Last chapter, Tiaa’s foster parents Dave and Marie left on a trip, leaving her in the care of “Uncle Larry” (Dave’s brother), who promptly began beating and raping Tiaa. After one such incident, she ran off into the woods and encountered a strange man who claimed to be her father before blacking out.

Chapter 1

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AN = No flames pls, theres no point!if u dnt like my story dnt read it, its as simple as that!

I never got the whole “don’t like, don’t read” thing. How can you know if you like it if you haven’t read it?

btw atlantiana is NOT marisue be cause look she is NOT perfect and not everyone in the stiry likes her! she has problems and she has flaws and shes UNHAPPY would u like her life?i no i wouldnt, its totally tragic and horible.u flamers arent even makin sense1

Having bad things happen to your character doesn’t make her less of a Mary Sue. Loads of Sues have tragic backstories. Look at Batman.

Chapter 4 - la push

I sat quitely on the la push beech apart form the party that was going on beside me. Mike Nooton was following me round like a pulpy and he was so borin! None of the things he had to say were interesting but I was nice to him because he wasnt a bad guy.

That’s actually pretty in-character for the guy, if I remember the Twilight Saga correctly. He’s nice, but not very interesting. I think Bella even made the puppy comparison at one point.

My thoughts were elsewhere - i could'nt stop thinking about the events of last night, when uncle larry had raped me and I had had my scary vision in the forest and a tall p[ale guy in my mind had cale me his daughter. I didnt understand any of I felt so so awful that I had been rapped by that hideous pervy SICKO when I had bin saving myself for the right guy and for marriage and my virginity was torn from my grasp by that twisted guy, it was so crule and unfair, it made me want to cry

So uh… what happened after she blacked out in the woods? Was her dad gone when she woke up? Did Uncle Larry do anything else to her after she returned home? Did she return home?

"omg MIKE watt are you doing talkin to HER?" I turned round and saw four nasty faces learing at us. It was the chearleaders I had seen in the cafetearia, and one of them was the girl dateing Ewdard Cullen, the brown hare girl who was standing at the back looking moody but not saying anything

You know her name! You’ve called her by name before!

"Stop being mean Jessica" mike said angerly "tiaas' awesome and if you can't see that its just you bein blind and shallow and stupid like your all ways are"

Think this is the author calling out her flamers or what?

"yah I mean look at her clothes, she looks like a stupid goth biaach with her slutty top and short skirt and fithnet tights is she a RAT HOOKER or what?" Jessica screamed.

Man, I love this fic. “RAT HOOKER” is a great insult.

She was realy ugly when she shouted even though she was technology a hot chick and was dressed in skimpy pink clothes.

I don’t remember Jessica that well from the books, but I think she was described as short and a chatterbox. I don't think she was a cheerleader or had a particular fondness for pink. Also she was dating Mike at one point after Bella set them up with each other.

"you no what Jess, you and YOur frends are SO shallow and YOU are the real slut! you and bella and angela and laruen may were short skirts and low cut tops an stuff but that doesnt maek u beautiful! Its watt underneath that counts!" mike shouted

Wait, so are they sluts because they wear revealing clothes or because of their behavior? Because right here it seems like Mike is criticizing them based on how they dress, which is a bit weird when we remember Tiaa also wears revealing clothing (“fishnet top” ring a bell?).

"yah, speakin of witch" said a sly blond girl in the gang who was called lauren, pointing at me "watts with her breasts, they are huge, I bet they are fake!- she laughed and her friends all laughed too even bella and angela who had been quiet until then.

I don’t remember a damn thing about Lauren or Angela but I remember they both existed. One of them was definitely shy but I don’t remember which.

I got up and pushed past them and ran away into the darkness. I cold hear them all laughing at me and i felt so embarrased I was relay sensitive about the waste I looked I hated the fact that it made all girls hate me and all guys stare at me, I would have given anything to be ugly or just inviable. I wasnt stuck up and didnt think I was beta than anyone else because of how I looked I just wanted people to treat me like a normal person! I could'nt help being slim and blond with relay big boobs it wasnt my fault I hadnt done anything wrong!

Remember in chapter 1 when Tiaa talked about how she used to be self-conscious about her appearance but got over it and now doesn’t care what people say about her?

-are u ok?" said someone from beside me

If you don’t have that MCR song playing in your head right now I don’t know what’s wrong with you.

"who arr you?" i asked. 3 realy pretty goth girls were standing there smilin at me and I smiled back

Oh, of course, the Sue’s backup choir.

-we are tyffani, abigaille and rochelle" they said smiling "you seem cool, do you want to be our freinds?"

I like the idea that Tiaa could be multiple friends.

Judging from the names, these three are children of that white mom whose baby name photo went viral on the internet. The one who named her kid Lakynn or something.

"ya of course, i'm just a bit meloncolly cause those horrible chearleaders were bein mean jerks and saying my boobs were fake" i said

"omg, u mean jessica and bellas gang? They hate us too because we dont care what they think" said tyfanni "they are just jealous cause youre the prettiest girl in the school now and theyre all plain next to you but we dont care about stuff like that, we only care about peoples personalities “

“That’s why we made sure to talk about how pretty we think you are.”

"cool" I said, and we talked for hours

I talked to tyfanni, rochelle and abigail for hours and they were so cool.

How long was that again?

I'd never had proper freinds before who didnt care watt i looked like or where I came from they just liked me for me, and I liked them cause they were uber cool and we had loads of stuff in common! But after a while they all went home and I stayed on the beech.

Glad we skipped the scene where Tiaa has fun with her friends so that we can get back to the part where Uncle Larry assaults her again. Nice to see the author prioritizing.

It was getting late but I didnt want to go home to uncle larry in case he raped me on his car again.

Phrasing seems to imply that if he raped her in a different location it would be alright.

Soddenly I heard a voice from behind me.

I hope “soddenly” is an intentional double entendre.

"well tiaa, thou seem to be causing quite a stir at school" his voice was smooth and sexoy and from another time.

Who could this be?

Edward.

Never would have guessed!

"what do you mean!" I demanded

"basically every gay at school wants to have sex with thee, and every girl wants to eat thee alive for it, hows that for causing a stir my lady?" he smiled and kissed my neck.

Wait, every gay at school? Including the gay boys? This girl is powerful.

"shut up jerk! Btw I met youre girlfriend before, bella I think her name is! I dont like her or anything, but how the hell can u cheat on her like that and kiss me how u did? Its sick ur a cheatin bastard and i should tell everyone. Tyfanni told me you and bella are like the schools golden couple or something, watt would happen if I told ppl how you had acted in that corridoor with me?"

Uh… the fic would go in a direction I don’t expect it to and it might be redeemed somewhat by at least being less predictable?

"OMG SWEET LADY! THY MUST NOT TELL ANYONE! " he screamed "it was a moment of madness thats all! Im so so sorry for watt happened,i hope thine can forgive me, but ive promised myself to bella and thats just how it is, no matter how much thou intrests me"

Use of OMG may seem anachronistic, but that abbreviation has actually been in use since the early 1900s, so it’s totally reasonable that Edward might use it. Although probably not out loud.

"fine, then stay away from me " I shouted as I left to go home but he followed me and grabbed me and pushed me down on the grind.

I think he’s sending mixed signals.

I was burning with anger and fury but I wanted him so deafly i didnt even try to resist him.

So deafly?

He new how much i wanted him and it drove me mad. He put his hands inside my panties and i gasped. I was soddenly desperate to sex with him and i tore my clothes off and i was in my underwear.

Again, I hope that’s innuendo, but in this fic it’s actually possible the author thinks “suddenly” is spelled like that.

I took off my bra and showed him my naked heaving beasts.

Nothing turns a guy on like naked heaving beasts!

"have sex with me now edward " I whispered

" i cant " he said, although his body was on top of mine and his fingers touched my nipples

"please, i'm begging you" I said, hating myself for being such a dirty hore but unable to control my burning desire

No one in this fic has any self-control whatsoever, huh?

-NOOOO!" he shouted and ran away crying.

I put my clothes back on slowly feeling so ashamed and embarased i could hardly move. I could'nt beleive i had begged him to do sex on me and even worse he had said no!

Okay, I guess Edward has a tiny bit of self-control. Which is good, as he is a vampire and would probably be eating people left and right if he was totally unable to control himself.

I went home and uncle larry made me cook his dinner and suck his cock while he ate his food and then he raped me and hit me with a shoe all night and i didnt even complain cos i felt like i deserved it for being such a horrible slut even though it made me want to die inside.

Bread, eggs, milk, squick. Uncle Larry seems more interested in hitting Tiaa than raping her, incidentally.

Uncle larry finally left me alone and I thought about killing myself as i cryed and cryed as i fell slowly into a dreamless sleep.

Aw.

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[waitinginthedarke]

Recorded Laughter

Summary: Phone Conversations with Jimin 

Type: Fluff/Angst

Disclaimer: It ain’t real.

Recommended Listening: Grace Sarah - Underwater

‘And what about the others...how are they?’ 

You grin at his heavy sigh as it travels through the phone, a whiny groan chasing the sound, and you cant stop the giggle that leaks from your lips as you blindly watch the traffic rolling by the bus-stop you were waiting at, too busy waiting for Jimin’s response to be bothered by anything else.

‘They’re fine. But why are you asking about them? Am i not more important?’ he asks with playful frustration, the slight elevation in pitch of his voice telling you he was smiling even as he complained, and the smile on your own face only grows wider, getting cut short when you see your bus rolling up.

‘Oh, my bus is here!’ you inform Jimin, intending on cutting off your conversation so that you dont become the awkward person talking away on the bus, but he continues speaking anyway.

‘Okay, i’ll wait, and then you can tell me everything else about your day.’ he says, the rushed edge to his words making you smile in bittersweetness as the bus comes to a stop in front of you and the long line that had been waiting begins to board in front of you.

‘Jiminie, i’ve got to go.’ you murmur quietly, bowing your face into your scarf as you listen to his sigh on the end of the phone, disliking the sound but knowing you’d get to talk to him later anyway.

‘*sigh*....okay, but call me before you go to bed...okay?’ he asks, his voice turning soft and loving, and the slight huskiness that strokes his tone tells you he wants to be there with you, the longing being a physical force that pulls at your heart despite the distance between the two of you.

‘Of course, Jiminie....I always do.’ you murmur back, stepping up to board the bus and smiling sadly at his response as you wait for the person in front of you to get on.

‘Okay, Jagi...I love you. I’ll talk to you later. ...stay safe, beautiful.’ 

‘I love you too.’ you mumble into the phone, blinking away the tears stinging at your eyes, before stepping into the bus and finding a pole to hold as it takes off, closing your eyes as you slip your phone into your pocket and try not to cry...

It had been 2 months since Jimin had left for tour, two months that you’d gone about your menial life like everyone else, your job at the cafe barely bringing you joy anymore since the platinum-blonde haired man had stopped visiting frequently. Even though it had been a good 6 months since the two of you had gotten together, you still found your heart jumping in excitement every time Jimin’s face lit up on your phone screen, his voice following shortly after as you pick up his call. Before the two of you had gotten together Jimin had spent a solid month coming into the cafe you worked at day after day, making the same order and proceeding to stay for an hour, sat at the table in the darkest corner, simply appearing to enjoy the atmosphere, before reluctantly leaving when someone had come and found him. 

It wasn’t until one Monday night, after waiting for him to come in and becoming down-hearted when he hadn’t, that he showed up just as you’d gone to lock the cafe door, the image of him appearing behind the rain dotted glass door, hazel eyes looking down into yours as his hair hung in damp tendrils around his face, being imprinted in your memory. Before you could even tell him that you had to close up, he’d stepped inside and had begun to ramble, stumbling over words and becoming quieter and quieter as he explained how nervous he was, and how his friends had told him to ‘just do it’ , his words making absolutely no sense to you until he’d forced himself to stop as he’d looked up at you. 

You remember the way he’d brought his hand up to cup your cheek, how cold and wet his palm had been where he’d obviously got caught in the downpour outside, how his eyes had glinted with hesitation, right before he’d stepped closer to you and had slowly lowered his lips to yours. You remember the way he’d paused right before your lips touched, his eyes flickering up to yours momentarily as though he was giving you time to push him away. You remember him telling you how he hadn’t expected you to kiss him before he could kiss you, how he’d felt his heart jump in his chest when you’d curled your fingers into the front of his sweatshirt and forced him closer to you so that you could press your warm lips against his.

You remember the way he’d smiled after you’d pulled away.

His personal ringtone blaring into the dark of your apartment has you jolting up before you can succumb to sleep, muffled curses at yourself being muttered from your lips before you grab your phone from the side and bleerily tap the button on your phone that would allow his voice to reach your ears, instantly squashing the phone against your ear as you lie back down on your bed.

‘Jiminie, im sorry, I almost fell asleep, I know i said-’

‘Y/N, i just wanted to check you were safe.’ your boyfriend chuckles into your ear, the soft croak of his voice telling you he’d either just woken, or just been about to fall asleep himself, but by the knowledge you had that he was on the opposite side of the world, you were going to hedge your bets with the latter.

‘Yeah...im safe...im laid in bed, nice and warm.’ you mumble, smiling to yourself as you rub your cheek against the pillow and draw in a deep breath of his cologne, ‘it smells like you.’

‘Jagi, are you missing me?’ he murmurs, humming with a giggle, and you grin at the sound as you roll your eyes behind your closed lids, trying not to pay attention to the dull ache in your heart that appears with the mention of you being potentially sad about the lack of his presence.

‘Of course i am. I’ve been missing you since you left.’ you mutter back, listening to his melancholic hum and feeling the smile fall from your face as you feel your chest ache at your own words, burrowing further into the duvet and curling your fingers into the edge of the pillow as you pretend it was his shirt.

‘Jagi...its not long now.’ he says sadly, his voice significantly quieter than before, and you swallow against the tears building in your throat. You always found the nights without him the hardest, and with the amount of time that had passed, you couldn’t help but admit that you could barely even smell him on his pillow anymore.

‘Just a week.’ you murmur in response, drawing in a deep breath as you open your eyes and roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling after putting your phone on speaker and smiling gently to yourself as you pretend he’s laid next to you, despite how cold and empty the bed was without him.

‘Just a week, Jagi.’ he affirms, a lift in his voice that signaled hope, and you cant help but smile at his optimistic outlook.

‘Where are you at the moment?’ you ask him, figuring you could distract yourself with his descriptions of the country he was in.

‘Im in Europe somewhere. I cant pronounce the name of the place properly though, so im not going to attempt it.’ he responds, chuckling as you giggle at him, before you here him speak your name softly to get your attention.

‘Yeah?’ you respond, enjoying the feel of your smile stretching your face, the thought that Jimin put it there lightening your heart.

‘Do you know what i was just thinking about?’ 

‘What?’ you ask, basking in the sound of his slightly scratchy, yet warm voice as it reaches your ears from beside you.

‘I was just thinking about waking up next to you...you know...the first time.’

You sigh as you immediately remember opening your eyes to witness Jimin’s smile filling your vision, his teeth peeking through his lips after he’d realized you were awake, and his eyes being squashes by his cheeks as he leans in to crash his lips to yours without waiting for you to wake up properly.

‘You didn’t even let me brush my teeth before you kissed me.’ you murmur to him, hearing him chuckle heartily on the other end of the line, and giggling along with him.

‘Yah! You were too cute, i couldn’t wait to kiss you! Besides...Having you there right beside me. ...wrapped up in my arms for the taking... any other man would be crazy to pass up that opportunity.’ 

You hum as you listen to him tell you how much he appreciated you, reaching your hand out to hold his in the dark, only to be met with the cold sheets beside you, suddenly remembering he wasn’t there and the realization makes you turn slowly onto your side to stare at the glow of your phone as it silently reached up into the darkness of the room.

‘You were so beautiful. I dont think ive ever seen anything as beautiful as you when i get to watch you wake up in the morning. Your hair is always slightly messy, your eyes are all squinty from sleep, and your lips are puffy...

‘...so perfectly kissable.’ 

‘...so perfectly kissable.’

You both chuckle as you say the words at the same time, his laugh continuing on brightly whilst yours dies in your throat, and tears brush at the edges of your eyes.

‘You’re too beautiful for me.’ he sighs, the warmth in his voice making your tears spill over as you roll back onto your back and close your eyes, holding a hand tightly to your chest to try and stop the ache blooming beneath your ribs.

‘Y/N-ah...dont be sad...i’ll be home soon, i promise.’ he says, the promise in his words forcing you to wipe the tears from your eyes as you nod to yourself.

‘Its just hard is all. ...But i’ll be fine. We both will.’ you answer quietly, knowing he probably couldn’t hear you, but not being able to repeat the words out of fear that you’d start crying properly.

‘Do you want me to sing you to sleep, Jagi?’ he asks after a minute of quiet, his voice quiet, and you smile to the empty darkness that was caressing your damp cheeks, nodding your head before whispering a quiet ‘please’.

‘Okay...If you fall asleep,...Just remember, I love you, Y/N.’ he murmurs quietly, a smile in his voice before you hear a soft scuffling, as though he were putting his phone on the pillow beside him, before his gentle voice begins to drift through the phone, the beautiful lullaby of ‘Save me’, making you turn your face into your pillow so that he couldn’t hear your shaky breaths, or your silent sobs...before you fall asleep...

‘Is the cafe still quiet? I know the fans found out that thats somewhere i like to go, so im guessing you have a few more customers in now.’ he chuckles as you wash up, the arrangement you’d made of having your phone propped on the side as you do the dishes making it easier for you to grin at his question, as you sigh.

‘You know, my life was a lot easier and quieter before i met you?’ you throw back, chuckling when an indignant ‘yah’ comes through the phone.

‘I guess even if it is busier, you’re still thankful you met me there.’ he cuts you off before you can answer him properly, his cheeky quip having you grinning goofily to yourself as you picture the cheeky smile he’d be sporting if he was there with you, leant against the side, leaning sideways to force his face into your line of sight, hair flopping all over the place as his eyes glint up at yours.

‘Im always thankful i met you.’ you say softly, smiling gently yet sadly to yourself as you remember that there was only one day left till he could be back next to you.

‘And, there is just over 24 hours till i can hold you again, and i can kiss your perfect lips. And we can watch movies all day long, and order take-out...and it can just be the two of us.’ he chatters away excitedly, his enthusiasm making you smile and raise your chin defiantly against your sadness to look out the window as the sun shines down on you, the view of the park below, kids running and laughing all around, helping to ease the adrenaline that was hesitant to run through your veins, the knowledge that Jimin was so near yet so far having you accidentally dropping a mug into the sink, water flying everywhere as a result.

‘Oh, Jagi, I have to go! They’re calling us to go on stage! But just remember, Y/N, this is the last show...and then i’ll be on my way back to you...im almost there, Jagi!’ he says, every word excited, until the very last sentence, which trails off with the promise of love and adoration and hope.

‘I know, Jiminie. I cant wait! Go and enjoy the show...i’ll be waiting for you.’ you say, continuing to smile even as he hurriedly bids you goodbye and the line goes dead, the sound making the smile fall instantly from your face, but the voice in your mind tells you it wouldn’t be long till you you heard him again. And so pushing the sadness clawing at your throat, back down into the pit of your stomach, you pad over to the sofa to wait it out.

‘We’re on the highway now! We’ll be there about an hour! I’m almost back, Jagi! I’m almost there!’ 

Despite the tired, sleepy croak of his voice, you can hear the excitement in his voice, the distant complaints from Jungkook telling you he was probably slapping the other boy’s thigh where he couldn’t contain himself, and that thought has you chuckling as you sit on the floor in front of the sofa, your phone positioned on the table in front of you as you nervously tap at your knee, adrenaline once again racing through your veins as you stare at the entry to the apartment, picturing Jimin walking through the door.

‘Are you ready for all your presents? I got you one from every country we visited, Y/N! Taehyung even got you a present as well! But, mine are better, of course!’ he giggles, the sound getting cut off by a yawn, and for a moment your heart skips a beat as you think the line had gone dead, but when the sound of his laughter continues once more you feel your shoulders slump in relief, and you smile down at your phone as you rest your chin in your hands.

‘Did you get me lots of chocolate, Jiminie?’ you ask, your voice quiet and croaky, and immediately you swallow thickly, not wanting him to hear how bad your throat was when he was so excited.

‘I got you chocolate, and stuffed toys, and jewelry. I got you some books too! As well as a cute little statue of Christ the redeemer from south america!’ he explains, his grin so prominent in his voice that you cant help but chuckle at the happiness pouring from him, hiccuping suddenly and causing the sound to fall short, but continuing to listen to Jimin regardless, swallowing thickly once more.

‘I really can’t wait to see you, beautiful. It feels like i haven’t seen you, or kissed you, or held you... in forever...’ he murmurs, his voice becoming quieter as he tries to smother what he was saying to you from the other boys, but you still manage to hear a disgusted groan from someone in the background

‘....forever...’ you echo, feeling the ache in your heart get worse and sighing as you rub your chest, ignoring the burning in your eyes as you force yourself to keep listening to his voice, watching the time ticking away on your phone.

‘I’ve missed you so much, my beautiful, Jagi. I’ve missed you like a man dying of thirst misses water.’ he giggles, the tinny sound of his lap reverberating through the speaker of your phone, and you close your eyes against it as you cling on to his words.

‘I can see Seoul now. I can see the big buildings, and there’s that little cafe that we went to that one time on one of our first dates when we tried to stop anyone from seeing us.’ he murmurs absentmindedly, his voice etching itself into your heart as you shakily pick your phone up to hold it to your ear, curling up as you lean back against the sofa, and wrapping your arm tightly around yourself to hold yourself together, knowing what he was going to say next even before he did.

‘I promise i wont ever leave your side again when i get back, Y/N.’

‘When we go on tour again, you can come with us...I cant leave you for that long again. I missed you too much.’

‘Every night when i listened to you tell me about your day...it wasn’t the same as you being next to me...but it helped hold me together. ....thank you for being my rock, Jagi.’ 

You sniffle as you listen to him, the softness of his quiet murmurs trailing off as he sighs heavily, finally letting out the pain of missing you that Namjoon had always told you had been obvious in his eyes every day of tour despite how much he’d tried to hide it.

Your mouth opens wordlessly as you try to respond to him, try to think of something to say...but you cant...you cant think of anything.

‘Jagi? are you still there?...Jagi, i cant hear you, i think the phone got cut off...oh, it says it didn’t. Well we’re almost there now anyway! So, if you can still hear me-...I love you, Jagi. ....and i’ll be home soon...im coming home, Y/N.’

A sob escapes you as the recording comes to an end, your phone dropping from your hand as you let the tears finally take over you. Your whole body heaves sob after sob from your chest as images of him in the car, sunlight caressing his smile as he drives toward Seoul, flicker behind your eyelids, the way he would have joked with Taehyung and wound Jungkook up in his excitement making a smile pull at your lips even as you cry, but as soon as the infamous picture from the newspaper flickers into your mind, you feel more tears rising in your throat, and you hold tighter to your ribs as you will yourself to stop crying.

You remember waiting for an hour.

And another.

And then the phone call had come.

His manager’s voice had cracked continuously as he’d told you about the car accident, how the maknaes’ car had been hit by a drunk driver, how there had been no way to stop the car from tumbling with the speed that both vehicles had been going, and how the police had raced to the scene as fast as they could in response. You remember him telling you how Jimin had only been rushed to hospital after insisting the paramedics help Taehyung and Jungkook first, your boyfriend refusing help until the younger boys had been taken care of first. You’d listened to him as he’d told you how Jimin had hit his head badly, that he’d had bleeding on the brain, and broken ribs, how he’d made sure to ask him to call you and tell you what had happened, but told him to tell you not to worry, before he’d been rushed to the emergency room.

You remember, how he’d told you, that he’d tried to call you, but before he could find your number, Jimin had gone into cardiac arrest...

You remember the broken, empty words that had crept through the phone to you, those two words that had brought your whole world crumbling down, before you could even put your shoes on to run to the hospital.

He’s dead.

The words echo around your mind as you draw in breath after breath, trying to resurface from the tears that were drowning you, curling into a ball on the floor as you stare blindly in front of you, reluctantly shedding the pretend world you’d been living in for the past fortnight leading up to this day.

You couldn’t pretend that he was coming home anymore.

When Yoongi had gifted you with the audio files from your last 2 weeks worth of phone conversations with Jimin, a month or two after his funeral, you hadn’t known what to do, still too sad to really understand what they were for. But when you’d started listening to them two weeks ago, having grown sad and lonely one night, you let yourself get lost in a world that wasn’t real, you’d let yourself believe that he was still on tour, and that the last year had just been a dream. 

Its just as you feel a new wave of heart-ache blossoming in your chest at your own stupidity that a knock sounds at your door, and you drag yourself to your knees, gingerly placing your phone back on the coffee table, staring at it for a moment as if it was actually him, before dragging in a breath and forcing yourself to the door.

‘Hey. ...we thought you could do with some company today. I...actually...we-we didn’t want you to be alone.’ Namjoon murmurs, his face pale and sad as he talks, and you think you’re fine- despite your ugly tear-stained face- until your eyes move to Taehyung who had Namjoon’s arm hanging over his shoulders, and you see the tears brimming in his eyes that obviously weren’t the first, and you cant hold it in anymore.

You bite hard at your lip as muffled sobs leave you, and when Taehyung crashes into you, hugging you tightly, you hold him equally as hard, crying into his shoulder as the other boys file into the apartment and come to surround you, Hoseok and Jin joining in with the hug as Namjoon comforts Jungkook who sobs into the older boys chest and Yoongi stands solemly by the door, tears littering his smooth cheeks as he watches everyone.

It had been a year.

But you all still missed him.

However, it didn’t matter how many times you listened to his recorded laughter, the promises that he would return, or his quiet ‘I love you’s....no matter how much you cried, or waited for him to walk through the door, smiling and happy as always...you all knew one thing for sure...

Jimin wasn’t coming back.

THE END

A/N: IM SO SORRY.

[marvelsarous-blog]

Heal (Steve RogersxReader)

Warnings: Miscarriage | Language | Angst |

Fairly Unedited , and short im sorry.

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“(Y/N) let me get that!” Steve screeched, racing to grab the can you carried.

You stepped away from him quickly, chuckling as he spun around to scowl at you. “It’s a can of paint Steven. I think I’ll be fine.”

He pursed his lips, watching you thoughtfully. “Yeah , but you know what the doctor said , If you dont re-” “Rest you’ll risk the baby because the pregnancy is weak..,” You muttered , handing over the can. He smiled softly, pressing a kiss onto your forehead before ushering you out of the empty room, and into the hall.

“One month into this thing and im already letting my psycho husband take over nursery decorating,” you snorted , crossing your arms over your chest. Smirking, Steve moved to close the door.

“To be fair. You’re letting the TEAM take over. Wanda will be here at ten.” He spoke quickly before shutting the door.

Gasping you laughed , turning to walk to the kitchen.

“MAMA.”

You heard the screaming before you felt small arms cling to your leg. “MAMAAAAA..”

Looking down, you smiled brightly. Gently detaching the boy from your leg you picked him up quickly.

“Morning handsome, whats up?” You spoke , hugging the toddler to you.

“Daddy said auntie wanda is coming over todayyyyyy.” He smiled , playing with your hair.

“Daddy was right. Are you excited Will?” You asked as you put the blond boy on the floor once more. He nodded , staring up at you with deep (e/c) eyes.

“Does she know about my wittle bwothew?” He whispered , clutching his shirt tightly.

Kneeling to be level with him, you shook your head , smiling.

“What makes you think it’s gonna be a brother?” You whispered , resting your arms on your knees.

He smiled brightly, placing his hands on his hips, “Because daddy said so. He said he was suwe I was gonna have a bwuder.”

“Will! We had a code!” Steve whined as he walked into the room, multiple colors of paint somehow already all over his shirt. Will giggled before racing to his dad.

“You told me I couldnt just tell her. She asked Daddy.” He stated matter-of-factly. Snorting, you stood back up. Steve shrugged and swooped up the three year old ,effortlessly swinging him over his shoulder.

You laughed happily as your child’s laughter and screeches filled the room as Steve tickled him, releasing deep laughs of his own.

~

“Mama, I don’t see why Petew cant teach me how to swing webs.” Will muttered , watching the man in question practice fight sequences with Steve.

Natasha whom sat next to you, smirked and shook her red head. She clutched a water bottle, lifting it to her lips as you began to speak.

“Peter cant tech you because …” You couldnt just tell your kid that it was physically impossible for him to create webs. Could you?

“It’s because you arent 16 little buddy. Thats when Pete started flinging himself at walls like some sort of crack addicted monkey.” Sam peeped up from behind you.

Mentally you face palmed ‘crack addicted monkey’. Will nodded and shrugged as if the statement made any sense.

You turned your head back to Steve , busily swinging at Peter. Of course Peter dodged, swinging up to kick the snot out of your husband. Who just as easily dodged.

“This is boring. No one’s winning.” Natasha muttered, leaning into her seat.

“Its training, you dont have to win.” You reminded her jokingly. “But I agree.”

“I dont see why you cant get in there Mama.” Sam joked, lightly shoving your shoulder.

“Hmmmm, maybe because im two months pregnant and captain Daddy-” Sam snorted at this but let you finish “-wont let me open a soda without having a heart attack.”

Sam made a noise of disapproval , Natasha glaring at him in the process.

“Steve is smart. If someone doesnt remind you (y/n) to quit you wont. You have a tendency to over work yourself.”

You sighed at her statement , leaning into the back of your seat.

“PETEWWW.” Will screamed , grabbing not only your attention, but most likely the attention of the queen herself.

Turning to where Peter was you groaned as the toddler ran onto the mat where Steve had Peter pinned. Moving to stand, you were held back by Sam.

“This could be interesting.” Sam whispered, as Will ran to Steve.

“WET HIM GO DADDY.” Will screeched, pushing (to no avail) against his fathers arm.

“YEAH WET HIM GO DAD.” Peter screeched pulling his knee up to kick off a distracted Steve.

Will screamed as Peter took his turn to pin Steve to the mat.

“HOW COUWD YOU PETEW! LET MY DADDY GO!” Will was clearly devastated that his father had just been pinned by his idol.

“Calm down bud. Daddy will be okay.” Steve grunted, standing as Peter rolled off of him and onto his feet.

Steve lifted a very angry Will from the mat , hugging him close. “Thank you bud, I think we got him.” He chuckled , walking towards you.

Sam, Natasha, and You were busy laughing your asses off at the event that had just occurred.

“Oh that was GOLD.” Sam wheezed , rolling out of his chair to land next to a hysterical Natasha.

“The worlds first Avenger chewed out by a toddler. Oh god…” You laughed , smiling at a deadpan Steve.

“Haha , very funny. On the mat Wilson.” Steve barked.

“Yikes…” Sam whispered with a snort. —–

“S-steve. I dont feel good.” You muttered, sitting up as the blond next to you stirred.

“Your three months pregnant. Thats normal babe…”

“Steve. Im serious. I-I really dont feel good….” You mustered nothing more than a whisper now. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed you stood immediately met with crippling nausea.

“(y/n)!” You couldnt hear him well, but you could feel him lifting you from the floor. His arms encircling you tightly, shaking almost as furiously as you were.

“Im…”

“Just hold on doll. It’s gonna be alright….okay? Its gonna be o- oh god…” Steve swallowed thickly, rushing quickly down the hallway , past the open door of your sons room.

“Daddy?”

Vaguely you could make out Will’s voice, though Steve’s response was lost in the thick ocean of static that flooded your head.

Steve’s voice wafted through your head as alarms sounded. After what felt like hours , you were ripped from his arms. Only to be laid down once more.

Salt filled your senses and you knew you were crying, twisting into yourself as the pain took over.

“It hurts….” You rasped, loud enough to be border line screaming.

“Ma'am I need you to calm down, okay?….”

The static was receding, and your vision (though blurred) was returning. A woman was talking to you, busily hooking various tubes to your arms.

“My baby…please tell me my baby is gonna be- okay.”

You were strikingly calm, watching the nurse presumably go still. She paused, hands going still over your arm. After a moment she snapped back into life , shaking her head furiously.

“Ma'am im gonna need you to stay s-” But she had already lost you. Screaming until your throat went raw and the static returned.

——

People , doctors presumably were talking. To you , you guessed at least. You hadnt been paying attention. The flowers and 'get well soon’ balloons on the small window sill had caught your dulled attention. The brightly colored hydrangeas mocked you silently, reminding you harshly, that it wasnt your tonsils you had lost. A hand squeezed your own lightly, pulling you from your daze.

“Huh?…” You muttered weakly, turning to whomever had grabbed you.

Blue eyes met your own (e/c) hues. The pain they caused you threatening to fold in on you, finally crushing you. God you wish it would.

“They were talking about uhm…..about the baby (y/n)”

You scoffed quickly, swallowing thickly. Shaking your head you turned back to the window.

“There is no baby….” You whispered, unable to stop the tears that came despite your pleading for them not to.

“There is no baby…” Choking now, you raised a tube snaked arm to wipe your tears. The room door opened and closed as the doctors left.

You sat up, despite Steve’s protest. He sat carefully on your bedside as you reached for him, tears tainting your (s/c) cheeks.

“We were so close!” You cried, knotting his grey shirt into your fists. He cried quietly along with you, pressing soft kisses into your hair.

“I know.” He whispered, trying desperately to calm you. Pulling you into his lap to not only console you, but himself.

“I know.”

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.

That sucked im sorry omloml. Part 2 coming soooooooooon~ lemme know if yah wanna be let of this train wreck.

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tagged by: @larasjeans rules - you must answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people.

THE LAST 1.drink: iced cinnamon dolce latte from sbucks 2. phone call: mi hermana (my sister) 3. text message: sending pics to my sis 4. song you listened to: mother earth - banks 5. time you cried: saturday when my parents left after dropping me off at college

6. dated someone twice: nah 7. kissed someone and regretted it: nah 8. been cheated on: nah 9. lost someone special: hm dk

10. been depressed: ive been sad as hell but rlly idk if ive ever been depressed 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: almost

3 favorite colors 12. lavender 13. mint 14. pastel yellow

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU 15. made new friends: yeh 16. fallen out of love: nah 17. laughed until you cried: yah 18. found out someone was talking about you: nah 19. met someone who changed you: dk 20. found out who your friends are: yeah kinda 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: nah

GENERAL 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all 23. do you have any pets: 1 pupper that i miss very much 24. do you want to change your name: nah 25. what did you do for your last birthday: hung out with my friends the night before my bday and watched a movie in my friends home theatre and then on my actual bday i didnt do much 26. what time did you wake up: 6am bc i had a 8:30 class 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: i was sleeping baby bc i had an 8:30 class 28. name something you can’t wait for: having friends at school 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: saturday b dont make me cry 31. what are you listening to right now: im watching davids vlogs rn but thats bc i ran out of zane vlogs 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: i dont think so actually maybe idk 33. something that is getting on your nerves: not having friends at school 34. most visited website: youtube 35. hair colour: dark brown almost black

36. long or short hair: long

37. do you have a crush on someone: nah b bc i dont know anyone at my school yet  38. what do you like about yourself: idk man but i do like things i just dont feel like thinkin rn 39. piercings: my ears pero i dont wear earrings 40. blood type: idk 41. nickname: syd 42. relationship status: single 43. zodiac: gemini b  44. pronouns: she/her 45. favourite tv show: breaking bad and bates motel and izombie 46. tattoos: i want one real bad but i dont have one rn 47. right or left handed: right handed 48. surgery: nah 49. piercing: ? 50. sport: lol nah 51. vacation: like dream vacay? not sure bro but i went to ireland this summer 52. pair of trainers: dont know what ur askin me like my fave pair of sneakers? i have my black converse and my black vans oh and i just got some NIIICE steve madden sneaks

MORE GENERAL 53. eating: i just ate but it sucked butts 54. drinking: waterrrrr bc im a fresh b 55. i’m about to: probs go the bathroom and then watch more david vlogs 56. waiting for: friends at school :) 57. want: a friends at skewl 58. get married: not sure but i do want a long term relationship 59. career: dk yet

WHICH IS BETTER 60. hugs or kisses: never kissed anyone so hugs i guess but kisses seem nice as hell  61. lips or eyes: hmm lips can be real nice i think i usually notice if i like someones lips more than eyes 62. shorter or taller: taller 63. older or younger: older 64. nice arms or nice stomach: arms 65. hook up or relationship: relationship 66. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER: 67. kissed a stranger: nah 68. drank hard liquor: yah 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: 20/20 vision b 70. turned someone down: uh i guess? 71. sex on the first date: dont think its for me 72. broken someone’s heart: prob not   73. had your heart broken: nah 74. been arrested: nah 75. cried when someone died: i dont think anyone close to me has died 76. fallen for a friend: nah

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 77. yourself: i try to baby 78. miracles: not sure 79. love at first sight: nah thats lust baby 80. santa claus: nah 81. kiss on the first date: idc 82. angels: nah

OTHER: 83. current best friend’s name: allison 84. eye colour: dark brown 85. favorite movie: i gots a few: nightcrawler, moonlight, me and earl and the dying girl, and gone girl

i tag anyone wants to do it