#i PROMISE i'm going to write something with actual plot again soon

[wawamouse]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Oz (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Miguel Alvarez/Carmen "Chico" Guerra Characters: Carmen "Chico" Guerra, Miguel Alvarez (Oz) Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Phone Sex, Sex Talk, Some Humor Summary:

After being released from Oz, Miguel calls Chico and tells him about his new bed.

[hard-core-super-star]

a kiss to every scar [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: servicetop!hailee steinfeld x [inexperienced] bottom!reader

summary: hailee sets out to show you the ropes of acting on a tv show...unfortunately, your very obvious crush on her distracts her enough to stop being so professional.

warnings: smut -> no minors allowed [this is technically porn with plot but the plot isn't important; fingering [R receiving]; praise + petnames; needy hailee [yes, this deserves a warning]; technically public sex but not really [aka sex in hailee's trailer but she forgets to lock the door]; hailee being overly protective but also very horny; R is technically younger than hailee but the age gap isn't that important, the height gap is though :) [sorry to my tall peeps]]

wordcount: 2.4k

a/n: this request comes to you straight from our beloved 🧞‍♀️ anon! i tried to balance the fluff and the smut but well...you already know i always end up getting carried away. i TRIED, though. i'm going to make an announcement soon regarding writing hailee so stay tuned for that because it's going to be important. anywho, hope you enjoy <3

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You’re no stranger to surreal experiences. 

It seems like your entire life ever since being cast in your first TV role has been a series of unbelievable experiences after the other. Most of said experiences have been due to the overall excitement that comes with learning lines, going to outfit fittings, and talking through scenes with amazing directors and producers. 

However, the biggest, most surreal, of all the amazing things you’ve done has been meeting, working, and getting to know Hailee Steinfeld herself. The reasons for that are endless since you’re not only a genuine fan of her but you also have a not-so-small crush on her.

A crush that has thankfully managed to pass by undetected considering your overall awe at the work you get to do every day. It’s managed to be so undetected that you haven’t noticed how mutual the admiration that flows between the two of you actually is.

You’re not totally oblivious so you have picked up on some of the looks she sends your way and on the way she’s so adamant about helping you maneuver through the many obstacles that come with being on set all day. None of that seems like anything more than her being nice since you’re so new to a life that she’s lived for so long so you’ve never questioned it.

Plus, you like the feeling of her hand on your waist way more than you’re willing to admit to anyone. (Especially her)

Which is how you ended up getting talked into staying on set to watch Hailee finish her last scene of the day. It’s not something completely uncommon since you love watching her and the director in action but the brunette promised to buy you dinner afterward, something that’s never happened before. 

Your heart and mind have already made up more than enough excuses to overshadow the very clear intentions behind Hailee’s invitation but nothing can take away the pure joy you feel from being near her. 

A joy that draws in the actress like nothing else.

“What’d you think?” Hailee asks as she approaches you, her face lit up by a smile you know all too well.

“You’re incredible,” you reply the same way you always do and successfully draw a little chuckle out of her. “Seriously, I don’t know how you do it.”

“Practice…and way too much free time.”

She reaches a hand out to you, an unspoken question lingering in the air between you. You waste no time in taking her hand and letting her guide you toward her trailer so she can change back into her normal clothes. 

The walk is spent in the comfortable silence that always seems to follow the two of you and you pretend not to notice the way she keeps looking over at you with every few steps. You know exactly why her eyes keep shifting over to you but you can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed about it. 

Despite how used to being on set you might be by now, you still admire each and every detail as if it was the first day again. Part of it comes from how unbelievable it all still is and another part of it comes from how cool everything is. There’s always so much to take in and it’s become a habit of yours to be present and grateful for every moment.

A habit that, unbeknownst to you, Hailee finds really adorable.

The list of things she likes about you is quite long but at the top of the list are your wide-eyed looks of wonder and the smile on your face nothing seems to wipe away.

It’s no secret that the brunette has taken a liking to you, especially in her attempts to make sure nothing snuffs out the bright beams of sunlight you carry inside of yourself. She knows exactly what that’s like and she’d sooner lose her role as Kate Bishop than let you fall into any dark spirals.

“So…” She speaks up, gently pulling you closer to her side. “Did anything exciting happen besides watching me?”

Your cheeks flush at her words which makes her grin. “Sort of. Florence and I talked about walking around New York tomorrow since it’s just going to be you and Jeremy filming scenes.”

“Oh, yeah? Where are you thinking of going?” She leads you into her trailer while you launch into the specifics of all the places you want to visit and the things you want to see.

The brunette watches you intently, although her attention slips from the words you say to the genuine excitement your body language conveys. You’re too busy talking to notice the way she’s eying you or the way she keeps licking her lips.

You finish your explanation only to be met with complete silence and Hailee’s tall frame leaning comfortably against the door to her trailer. 

“Lee? Were you even listening?”

The tiniest of pouts tugs at your lips and the actress is quick to make her way over to you, completely forgetting about the unlocked door and her promise of taking you to dinner. “I’m sorry, baby, you’re just too cute, I got distracted.”

The “apology” makes your heart skip a couple of beats and you’re sure she notices your flustered state. “I guess that’s fine. I should probably go anyway so you can change.”

You look away from her and attempt to walk away but she stops you with a gentle hand on your shoulder. The contact makes you stiffen, not because it’s unwelcome but because it sends an overwhelming amount of feelings through your entire body. “You okay, y/n? I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?”

Your eyes remain locked on the ground below you as you shake your head. The lack of a verbal response only serves to worry the brunette further and her free hand quickly tilts your chin up until her warm eyes meet yours. 

She doesn’t say anything but the question on her face is obvious.

“I’m not uncomfortable,” you force yourself to answer. “I just…I think I like it too much.”

The concern in her eyes shifts to something else, something bordering on passion, but you’re far too embarrassed to question it. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to be nervous. I like you too.”

The words don’t fully register in your brain at first. Sure, you’ve lived through a lot of unbelievable moments but this is something right out of those dreams you can never tell a single soul about. 

“You…you what?”

Hailee chuckles, taking the smallest of steps forward so your bodies are practically touching. “I like you too, baby. I hate to break it to you but you’re not as subtle as you think.”

“Neither are you,” you blurt out.

She leans in a little and your eyes instantly drop down to her lips. “I know.”

Her whispered words are the only warning you have before she claims your mouth with her own. Whatever shock you feel fades away almost instantly and you can’t stop yourself from wrapping your arms around her and pulling her closer.

You’re so caught up in her kiss that you don’t fully register the way she gently pushes you up against the nearest wall and presses herself as close to you as physically possible. You don’t register anything besides the feeling of her lips and the way your hands tangle in her hair so easily.

Hailee’s not as zoned out as you are, though, and her ears pick up on the muffled sounds trying to escape you. She instantly pulls away from you, staring down at you with blown-out pupils. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you reply breathlessly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Your response doesn’t seem to convince her but at least she doesn’t notice the way you’re clenching your thighs together. “We can stop if you want, I’m not looking for a one-night stand or anything.”

The sincerity in her voice is almost too much to handle and the truth slips out of your lips before you can stop it. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

She blinks a few times and you practically watch as the wheels turn inside her brain. “You’ve never…oh. Oh, wow.”

Her response isn’t bad but it leaves you flustered all the same so you lean forward and hide your face in her shoulder. “Hailee…”

“Hey, hey, look at me, baby.”

A few seconds pass before you follow her instructions and she instantly melts your worries away with a soft kiss. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s cute.”

“It’s cute that I have no idea what I’m doing?” You question.

“Yeah, it just means I’ll have to show you. I mean, um…if you want, of course. There’s no rush.”

All you can do is stare up at her while you think things over. There’s no denying how nervous you are but you trust Hailee more than anyone you’ve ever met before. So, maybe it’s time to take a small leap of faith with her.

“Okay,” you whisper. “I want this. I want you.”

The brunette groans in response and the sound goes straight to the growing heat between your legs. She wastes no time in attaching herself to your neck, kissing and sucking every inch she can find.

The sensation is so pleasurable, it borders on overwhelming and your hands grip her shoulders in search of the stability you lost the day you met her.

“You're so pretty,” she murmurs against your skin. “You don't know how long I’ve wanted you for.”

“Hailee-” You gasp as her hands find their way under your shirt.

“I know, let me make you feel good, sweetheart. Can I?”

The answer is more than obvious but you find yourself nodding desperately anyway. You know deep down everything about what you're doing is desperate and yet you can't find it in yourself to want to stop. Maybe it's unconventional but you don't need anything more than the brunette to make your first time unforgettable.

Hailee detaches herself from you long enough to help you shed your shirt, her eyes swooping down to take in every inch of you. Your knees buckle under her gaze and all she does is grin. “You're fucking perfect, baby.”

The words themselves are enough to make you burn a few degrees hotter but then her hands are removing your bra and you're quickly standing topless in front of her appreciative eyes.

Her fingers soon follow the path her eyes trace and you shudder in ways you can't describe. Her thumbs gently rub against your nipples, your back arching almost instantly as you turn into putty in her hands.

“Does that feel good, darling?” All you can offer is a moan and she chuckles. “Gonna need some words.”

“Yes. Feels so fucking good.”

“There you go,” she murmurs, swooping in to litter kisses along your jawline. “Good girl.”

She pinches your nipples right as the words escape her lips and you're sure you almost pass out from the pleasure. “Oh- please.”

“Begging already?” Despite her question, one of her hands leaves your sensitive nipples to trail down the front of your body. “Do you think you're wet enough for me to touch you yet?”

You hum in response and attempt to keep your hips under control. “So wet for you.”

“Look at you,” she coos while her hand slips under the waistband of both your jeans and your underwear. “You’re already an expert at getting what you want from me.”

“Lee,” you whine. “Don’t tease, babe.”

“I’m sorry, you're just so cute like this.” She rests her forehead against yours, everything about her seemingly cool and collected while you're burning up and panting. “We’ll take it slow, okay? Tell me if it hurts too much.”

Your inexperience leaves you a little clueless…until she starts to slip one finger inside your tight cunt. You gasp almost instantly, your body tensing at the intrusion.

“Relax, baby. I've got you.”

It's hard to fully relax but Hailee does her best to keep you distracted by murmuring soft praises and keeping up her gentle touches to your breasts. The full length of her finger sinks inside and she gives you a moment to breathe and adjust.

“How’re you feeling?” She asks, warm eyes searching your face for signs of unease or pain.

“Full,” you mumble with a smile.

She lets out a sound somewhere between a moan and a whine. “Fuck. That's so hot.”

The brunette leans in to kiss you before you can reply and you happily melt into the contact. You don't realize it’s yet another loving distraction until she starts to slowly pump her finger in and out of you.

You moan against her lips, the sound coming out muffled but no less desperate. Your walls clench almost uncontrollably with every move she makes which only fuels her need to pleasure you.

“You're doing so well for me,” she mumbles. “Taking me so well, aren't you, baby?”

Her words cause an unfamiliar feeling to start to rise from deep within you that only gets stronger once her thumb finds your sensitive clit. Your hips buck into her hand and she ends up burying her face into your neck to stop herself from getting too wild.

She somehow manages to keep her slow pace, fucking you nice and gentle to build up your orgasm and prolong your pleasure. At the end of the day, all she wants is to keep you happy.

“You’re so close, aren't you, sweetheart? I can feel it, the way you can’t stop clenching around me. God, it makes me so wet.”

You don't know what triggers it, maybe it's her words or her thrusts or the tight circles around your clit, but you fall over the edge instantly with a cry so loud, she has to kiss you to drown it out.

It’s impossible to describe how you feel. It's like you're floating and underwater and in the heart of the sun all at the same time. All you know is you've never felt pleasure like this and it's all thanks to Hailee freaking Steinfeld.

Hailee holds you close until your body stops shaking and you slump forward into her. “Hey, welcome back, y/n.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, every muscle in your body feeling absolutely spent yet satisfied.

She doesn't reply. She merely removes her hand from your sensitive center and kisses the side of your head.

“So…are you still up for dinner or…?”

“You're the worst.”

[onceuponastory]

twelve minutes - bucky barnes x reader

But for now we stay so far 'Til our lonely limbs collide I can't keep you in these arms So I'll keep you in my mind - you and i by PVRIS

Plot: Almost a year after their breakup, Y/N sees Bucky Barnes again. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader (past) Warnings: Mentions of a breakup and heartbreak, angst without a happy ending. Bucky being a shitty boyfriend. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: So You and I by PVRIS, one of my favourite songs ever, turned 8 on Friday, and I had to write another fic for it to celebrate (please ignore I'm a few days late) so here we are!

Not beta'd, so any mistakes are my own.

One night, Y/N stands outside the Avengers tower in the cold New York air. A chilly wind blows, and she shivers. She can still hear the party inside, the muffled music and laughter. Maybe she should just go inside? Isn't that better than being out here, alone and in the cold? 

But just as she’s about to turn back, she shakes her head. She didn’t even want to come tonight. Although the Avengers are still her friends, a party attended by her ex, Bucky Barnes, was not the ideal way to spend her night. But Natasha whined and begged for her to come, promising her she’d have a good time and it wouldn’t be that awkward. Unfortunately, it was just as awkward as Y/N expected. In fact, it was worse.

Sure, people still spoke to her, but she could tell they all had one question on their lips, one she was not willing to answer: "So, when are you and Bucky getting back together?"

And so, Y/N left. She types on her phone, ordering an Uber to take her home. Sighing, she wraps her jacket around herself as another chilly wind blows. Soon, she’ll be home and can eat her sorrows in ice cream. 

“Leaving so soon?” A familiar voice asks. One that Y/N was hoping not to hear tonight. 

“Hey Bucky.” He looks different from the last time she saw him, almost a year ago, now. Just over ten months, in fact. Not that she’s counting or anything. He’s bulkier, no doubt an effect of Steve’s constant early morning runs. Each time he left their bed, he promised to come back, kissing her cheek softly. Even now, her skin tingles just thinking about it. Bucky smiles, brushing some of his longer hair out of his face. 

He looks good. 

He looks great, actually. She can’t deny it - he still looks as attractive ever. Deep down, something registers in her gut. It’s a strong, passionate longing feeling, the same one she used to have whenever she thought of Bucky. One that she thought disappeared a long time ago. But seeing him now is reigniting that feeling. Desperately, she tries to bury it.

“Good to see you again.” He murmurs, a sign that he’s feeling just as awkward as she is. After all, how often do you run into your ex at a party you didn’t even want to go to? “Nat never said you were coming.” He looks around, a brow raised. “Where’s that boyfriend of yours? She said he’s a lawyer.” Of course she fucking did. She’s going to kill her next time she sees her. “Can’t imagine he’d pass up a moment to spend time with you.”

“We um. We broke up. Well, he dumped me for his secretary, actually. So… yeah.” She’s immediately embarrassed, not meaning to spill her heartbreak to anyone, let alone Bucky fucking Barnes, her ex of all people. Honestly, part of her reasoning for coming tonight and hopefully dragging Harry along with her was to make Bucky jealous, show him that their breakup wasn’t affecting her that badly. 

And look how well that turned out. 

But her wounds are still raw. Perhaps, after suppressing her feelings for so long, she simply needed to release and express her frustration and pain to someone. And Bucky just happens to be the one she’s letting it out to, the welcome respite she’s needed for so long. That's how things used to be between them. Whenever something was wrong, Y/N and Bucky relied on each other for comfort. They would spend hours in each other’s arms, talking about their problems until they felt better. Y/N still aches for that comforting grasp, even now.

But now, things are different. Including her and Bucky.

Especially her and Bucky.

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.” He sighs. “I’ve fucked up, haven’t I?” 

“It’s okay.” She lies, but knows that if she dwells on it too long, she’ll start sobbing in front of him. Her chest tightens in an all too familiar way. This is what people like Bucky Barnes do. They come into your life and leave a mark. Once they’re gone, you work so hard to heal yourself and make a new life, and then they come back in and destroy everything all over again. And she won’t put herself through that again.

“Looking back on it now, we just weren’t a good fit. Or at least, he didn’t like me as much as I liked him.” The heat on her cheeks deepens, as if she’s embarrassed to admit falling in love with and getting her heart broken by someone like her ex. To admit that she subjected herself to so much pain and heartbreak yet again. But thankfully, Bucky doesn’t mention it. 

“Honestly, it’s his loss. You deserve better.”

“Thanks.” And again, silence envelops them. She wonders if he’ll start talking about their breakup, or continue ignoring the enormous elephant in the room. And honestly…. she doesn’t know which she’d rather have. To lay everything out in the open, or just ignore it all again, pretending everything is fine. When her eyes drift back to him, he’s not looking at her anymore, and despite how angry she was at Bucky for what happened, and how much she likes to kid herself that she doesn’t care about Bucky anymore, it still stings.

Deep down, she wants him to want her, like she wants him. To still want her, even now.

“Can we talk?” He asks suddenly. She already hates the idea of being forced to spend time with another ex so soon after losing another relationship, but there’s not much else she can do. And honestly…. She misses Bucky a lot.

“Sure. You have….” she peers down at her phone screen, the light illuminating the space. “Twelve minutes.” Bucky raises a brow.

“Twelve? That’s very… specific.” He chuckles awkwardly. Y/N doesn’t laugh. 

“It’s how long until my Uber arrives.” 

“Oh.” There’s disappointment lacing his tone, which Y/N picks up on. She stares at him, waiting for his response. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry for what happened between us.” 

“Okay. Me too.” She nods. Bucky raises a brow. 

“...That’s it? Y-You’re not going to say anything?”

“What can I say? You said that you’re sorry for how it ended, and so am I.” She shrugs. “There’s no point in beating ourselves up, Bucky. We just never worked out. You were always too busy, and after a while I just stopped waiting for you. The fights got too much, and we just stopped loving one another.” Honestly, she never stopped loving him. But it’s better to lie and tell him that the feeling is mutual than waste all her tears on someone who actually stopped loving her. She stopped being important to him and was no longer the key priority in his life. Missions were his priority, followed by dinners, drinks, and world trips with teammates - things she stopped being invited to. As an Avenger, he can't refuse to save the world, but she thought she mattered to him. Realising she didn't hurt her deeply.

So one day, she decided enough was enough, and… it was over. And she’s missed him terribly since then.

“You really think I stopped loving you?” Bucky frowns. There’s a strange mix of guilt and accusation in his tone. Y/N nods. “Well, I didn’t. I never stopped.”

Y/N gasps, and his revelation makes her heart pound. What if this is a good sign? A chance for them to make things right? “I thought you did. I thought you stopped caring.” For a moment, she wonders how he’ll react, if he’ll take her into his arms again, and whisper sweet nothings. Maybe they’ll finally make things right.

Instead, he turns defensive. “I didn’t. And it’s not all my fault, you know. I did try to make it home to you, but you didn’t understand how busy I was sometimes.” He snaps, sending a fresh strike of pain through her already damaged heart and destroying all hope she ever had of them rekindling their relationship.. 

“You had a funny way of showing it.” She retorts, rolling her eyes. Anger flows through her veins, overtaking her last shred of guilt. Why is it her who has to fix things first? To be the villain, the one who has to admit that they’re in the wrong? Angry and bitter tears sting at her eyes. “But yeah, whatever. It’s my fault our relationship fell apart.”

Immediately, Bucky regrets his words. “Look, that’s not what I meant. I’m sorry.” He hates that this is what they’ve come to now, unable to speak to one another without anger, bitterness and hurt feelings. But maybe this is a chance to make things right? A whole twelve…well, probably ten minutes, now. “And I’m sorry if it seemed I wasn’t trying hard enough. I loved you a lot.” He sighs. “I still do.”

“I never stopped either.” She admits, and Bucky’s eyes widen.

“Really?” He gasps. “W-Well, do you wanna get a drink somewhere? Or some dinner?”

“Wait.” She raises a hand, cutting him off. She sighs. “Not tonight.”

“Tomorrow? I’ll wait. We can go whenever you want.” He urges. But Y/N just can’t ignore the feeling deep inside her, of guilt and apprehension. What if she lets him back in and it happens all over again? If she gives him all of her heart and gets it back broken, yet again? She’s already been through two heartbreaks in this lifetime, and she can’t go through that pain again.

Especially not one caused by Bucky. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t.” She whispers, biting her bottom lip. Bucky frowns, confused.

“What do you mean? W-Why not?”

“Because I can’t do this again.” She whimpers, her voice cracking. “Our break up destroyed me, and I’ve just been through another one. Another break up between us would actually finish me off.” She shakes her head. “Maybe one day we can talk…but not now.”

Bucky opens his mouth, ready to speak. But he nods. “I understand.” He sighs. He keeps his gaze on her, his blue eyes imploring and hopeful. Suddenly, the sound of an engine approaches. Y/N sighs. “Guess my twelve minutes are up.” Bucky chuckles nervously.

“Goodnight Bucky.” She says, getting into the car and closing the door. He watches her go, looking crestfallen. She looks out of the window, locking eyes with him.

“You okay?” The driver asks. “Need a minute?” Y/N’s heart aches, and her chest aches. 

“No.” she murmurs. “You can keep driving.” And then they pull away, and Bucky fades into the distance.

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[amusingmusie]

Hi

I'm not going to be updating this week. I'm overwhelmed right now and need a quick break. This isn't a hiatus. The update will be soon, but when I'm ready. I know you guys want an update and I'm flattered people are invested in this, but blowing up my inbox on anon (there are many examples of this I have not responded to because I didn't want to engage with them) isn't going to make me write faster. I work and have a life. If you are that desperate to demand I post a new chapter, you can pay me real US dollars for it. Writing isn't easy, especially when my chapters are landing between 6k-9k words nowadays and I have to edit.

There have also been comments popping up on ao3 complaining about aspects of my fic that are clearly tagged. I get it, it's not everyone's cup of tea. It's got a lot of moving parts, it has other characters besides Al and Reader, I've got an insert with race/gender descriptors (which I would not be using if my fic didn't take place in Jim Crow era NOLA with heavy sexism in the mix, race is a big factor of my story, I chose to explore a mixed race relationship, it will have an actual impact on the plot, I didn't throw it in there because I'm an asshole).

That being said, if I have something specifically tagged and you don't like it, don't click on my work. If you don't like my fic then don't read it. I'm going to begin blocking people at this point. I'm not above criticism. I am above people feeling entitled to complain about something they were warned about then turning it on me.

I'm not saying this for anyone to come kiss my butt, I don't want or need that. I'm only being honest about why I need a few days away. I do this for free and because I enjoy doing this. I shouldn't be crying because I'm so stressed over a fanfic. So, before I fizzle out again, I'm stepping away. I may upload other pieces I've been working on or I may go silent. I've got a Huskerdust piece I'm having a lot of fun with. Either way, I'm gonna do what makes me happy and I'll be back with an update later in the month.

If this sounds like I'm yelling at you, that's not my intention. I am just so tired and done with not saying anything. To the pookers that are very kind and supportive, thank you so much. To the asks in my inbox, I promise I will be getting to you guys when I'm back and thank you for engaging with me. I don't want to act like I don't have awesome people in my circle or it's all doom and gloom. This has been boiling and finally reached a head tonight. I will be okay. I just need a minute.

See you soon,

-Muse

[confusedshades]

well now you gotta write it-

@deepwithintheabyss why. Just why. Please don't curse me with more plot bunnies. I'm drowning as it is. You know what, here's an off the cuff snippet.

Luke looked up when the bell rang. And then stared because the only person who usually came in around this time of day was Jessica. The man wearing a red and black leather mask, a German milkmaid outfit, with katanas and guns was most definitely not Jessica. Nor was the man wearing a shiny metal knock off Iron Man helmet who followed after. The last person who walked in wasn't legal by any stretch, but the thousand yard stare that took in the details of everything gave away the fact that at least they were definitely a vigilante of some sort. And probably had been a while.

Luke looked back to the first person and sighed. "Deadpool, you know the rules. No weapons in my bar."

"Aww don't be like that Luke!" Wade twirled his way to the bar before propping his head up on his hands. "These two needed some defenders and I couldn't think of a better place!"

"For the last time. I don't need any defender. What I need is to get back so I can finish my own business." Luke blinked at the knock off Iron Man helmet. It seemed it wasn't just a knock off helmet. The vocoder voice that emanated meant there was probably some tech built in there.

A scoff had Luke - and knock off Iron Man - turning to the last person. "Speak for yourself Hood. Unless you want some more duffle bags to fill, your plan isn't going to go anywhere. Trust me I lived through it. I actually have a time constraint on my agenda."

Looked like those two knew each other. To an extent. Something was still off though. The kid didn't turn his back towards anyone, in fact he had it turned to a corner - away from the doors and windows. Luke frowned as the second man, Hood, turned with what was supposed to be a snarl on the third man.

"Just because you survived doesn't mean shit Robin." he sneered. The kid twitched though whether at the name or the tone Luke wasn't sure. "My fight is with Bats and his incompetence to change the status quo. But from the looks of things, it looks like he abandoned you too. Sucks being on the outside, doesn't it?"

The kid twitched again, and pressed his lips together.

Deadpool slapped his hands to his face without moving from his spot on the bar. "Gasp! It can't be! Inter dimensional and time travelling shenanigans meet Daddy issues!" He jumped between the two people who had frozen at this declaration and smooshed both their faces into his chest - just where the barmaid costume's corset would've created breasts Luke noted in amusement.

"I can be your new Daddy if you want! I even promise to listen carefully and pay for things if you want! Oh! Oh! Luke! Play some Daddy Cool please! It'll be most appropriate for this! We can start this off with a theme!"

Luke just laughed at the equally horrified and shocked expressions on Hood and Robin's faces and turned to find glasses. He had a feeling the two would be needing drinks soon.

[darthgloris]

Our Padawan II

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Jedi!reader

A/N: inspired by the last fic (and by my undying love of The Lion King), here comes the heartbreaking sequel! This actually started out as a scenario that I replay in my head when I'm bored and now I'm finally writing it down! Enjoy

Warnings: angst, family dynamic, platonic!Ahsoka x reader, heartbreak, sadness, death

Summary: The trio's next mission is on Anakin's home planet, Tatooine. In a moment of free time, Ahsoka is practicing her lightsaber skills on her own, while Y/N and Anakin spend some alone time together. The Padawan's training routine is interrupted by a Sith plot, and when her Masters run to rescue her again, something goes terribly wrong.

Song: Stampede - Hans Zimmer

Our Padawan // Our Padawan III

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"The mission is finally over," Y/N spoke, stretching her arms as she looked out at the sandy Tatooine landscape. "I'm way too tired to go back right now."

"Well, how about we take a break here?" Anakin suggested. "We could leave in a few hours."

"That sounds great," she grinned at her boyfriend, knowing exactly what he planned on doing. "Ahsoka, are you tired?"

"Nope." She quipped. Her energetic nature never seemed to falter.

Anakin chuckled, expecting the answer. "Then go practice. Maybe one day you'll actually beat me with a lightsaber."

"Show-off." Y/N muttered fondly, rolling her eyes with a small smile.

"All right." Ahsoka beamed, walking away.

"Don't wander too far away, Padawan." She called as the young girl turned around to leave.

"Okay. I'll see you guys later." She said and began to walk away.

"Hold on there, Snips. Aren't you forgetting something?" Anakin asked with a soft smile.

"Oh, yeah!" She exclaimed and ran back to hug him. He smiled down at her as she clutched onto his robes, chuckling softly.

Then she rushed over to Y/N, who was already sitting on a picnic towel. Ahsoka, who was now taller than her Master, rested her cheek on her head during the embrace.

"You run along now and go train." She smiled as the girl grabbed her lightsabers and walked away.

Anakin walked over to the towel and plopped down next to her. With a small grunt, he pulled Y/N onto his lap and laughed when she squeaked in surprise. She adjusted her position before pressing a few open-mouthed kisses to his lips. She looked into his big, blue eyes and smiled softly, her mind wandering as she lovingly traced his scar with her delicate fingertips.

"Hey," he said softly, diverting her attention back to his eyes. His sincere, sweet eyes. "She's going to be fine."

"I know. I just... can't seem to get it out of my head. I had never been so scared in my entire life." She replied sincerely.

"I get that. But she promised us she'd be careful. And I promised you a nice trip, so..." he said, pulling his hands off her waist to gesture at himself. "Here's the highlight of the day."

She laughed at his antics before giving him another kiss, this time sinking into him as they both slowly fell on the floor.

...

Ahsoka turned off her lightsabers with a huff, resting them on the ground before sitting down. She wiped the beads of sweat off her forehead and sighed, resting under a tree's shade.

The Padawan frowned when she heard a rumbling coming from the distance.

The ground began to shake and a few pebbles moved, as she looked up to the cliffs, and a gigantic herd of Banthas descended into the gorge at a speed she thought impossible.

She gasped, her body nearly frozen by fear.

Before they could trample her, she stumbled onto her feet and ran away as fast as her legs could carry her, and whimpered in fear whenever they seemed to be close enough to step on her.

She almost tripped over her feet as the sand filled her airways, delaying her fight-or-flight response.

...

Y/N laid in Anakin's arms, her head on his bare chest as she heard the commotion. She sat up and gazed at the gorge in confusion. Anakin soon followed and, with a small huff, tried to see what was going on.

"What's happening down there?" Rex wondered out loud, approaching the couple.

"I have no idea." Anakin said.

R2-D2 beeped repeatedly. There's a stampede in the gorge. Ahsoka's down there.

The Jedi Masters immediately looked at each other in horror.

"Ahsoka!"

...

The girl's heavy breath mixed with whines of worry and small sobs of fear.

Once in a while she looked back to see how close they were, and every time it looked like they were closer and closer to trampling her dead.

She caught sight of a dying tree and immediately leapt on it, clutching onto the thickest branch as if her life depended on it.

Because it did.

...

Y/N never remembered running this fast, ever. Her heart thrummed with adrenaline as Anakin dropped his robes to the ground while he ran.

Rex rushed ahead and took as much care as possible to run through the cliffs without falling, looking out that gorge for the Padawan.

"Rex, help me!"

His ears perked up as he saw the young girl struggling to hold onto the tree, her grip faltering by the second. She tried to wrap her legs around the branch but failed almost every time, only succeeding in slipping off further. "Your Masters are on the way! Hold on!"

"Hurry!" She cried.

The Jedi ran over to a ridge and fearfully inspected the area. Rex came back and pointed to a spot further away, while they craned their necks to try to find her. "There, on that tree!"

Y/N gasped as she saw her Padawan on the verge of falling off. "Hold on, Ahsoka!"

The scream she got in reply was enough. She jumped off the ridge and onto a smaller one. Anakin grasped her arm and gave her a pleading look. She got on her tiptoes and kissed his lips quickly, letting out a small "I love you" before jumping in between the Banthas.

Anakin gasped and leaned over the ridge as much as he could, supervising his girlfriend's moves. "Rex, go back to the ship! Comm Obi-Wan and report the situation!"

"Yes, General Skywalker!"

He looked back to the scene as Y/N ran past the tree, where Ahsoka was hanging desperately, using every bit of strength she had left to not let go. She then turned on her heels and, between the rumbling and the sandy clouds rapidly forming, went back in the direction of a tree.

She tripped on a small rock and dropped to the ground with a groan, then shook her head and looked up as a Bantha broke the tree, sending the girl into the air with a scream. She gasped and jumped to catch her in her arms, holding onto her tightly as she tried to beeline back to safety. She bumped into another Bantha and fell to the ground, dropping Ahsoka.

The Padawan opened her eyes and whimpered as she tried to avoid the running animals, moving and flinching whenever one ran past her. She looked back and caught sight of Y/N and felt something grab her as she closed her eyes, wishing it could all go away.

The Jedi Master avoided the Banthas and with a few hops, grabbed onto the ridge with one arm and set Ahsoka down next to Anakin with the other. She began to sigh with relief, when suddenly she was pulled back into the stampede.

"Y/N!"

"Master!"

Their fearful eyes combed through the herd, looking for their companion amidst the chaos. As after a few second passed and nothing happened, Anakin began to tremble at the thought of having lost her, while Ahsoka's eyes desperately scoured the zone.

A flash of off-white robes sprung out from the clouds of sand and grasped onto the rocky cliffs, now too tired to use the Force, and used whatever small ledge possible to climb up. Anakin felt himself relax almost entirely as he held his Padawan protectively in his arms, relieved that it was almost over.

"Come on, Snips, let's go help her up." He said and hopped on the bigger rocks, Ahsoka following suit.

With a tired grunt, Y/N clutched onto whatever rock she could, now grasping onto the edge of the precipice; her feet began to slip as she looked for any room to lean on and climb up. As a shadow approached, she looked up in relief, hoping to see Anakin.

"Dooku?" She panted, outraged. "This was- mphh - you..."

The Sith didn't answer, just stepped on her fingers, making her groan in pain. "Chancellor Palpatine sends his regards." He kicked her hands off the edge.

She screamed out as she fell through thin air.

"NO!"

[qballqueue]

Bloomburrow's story is good

Having just binged the audio version of the Bloomburrow story, I can say with genuine surprise that I actually enjoyed it a lot??? I'm stunned, legitimately, that it actually delivered.

For context, I'm not an avid reader of the Magic story. It had been so reinforced from community consensus--as well as my own experience--that the story for each set was largely lacklustre, existing mostly so people could see what their favourite blorbos were up to instead of actual entertainment, that I hardly bothered reading them and stuck to story recaps on Youtube. It had always seemed to be a better use of my time.

This was echoed by my reading of the Thunder Junction story. I loved the idea of Magic Cowboys, so I actually dove in to read this one as it was being released, and it was meh at best. It was a story where most of the characters were reappearing ones instead of new, almost none of whom felt they had any reason or motivation for wanting to be there. And the climax largely centred on a cliffhanger, which left a lot of narrative tension feeling unresolved.

(For the record, absolutely no shade thrown towards author of the OTJ story articles, Akemi Dawn Bowman. I found the actually writing to be enjoyable, and I'm 80% sure most of my issues with the narrative were mandated to be there)

I went into Bloomburrow expecting more of the same, honestly. I only really started it because I needed something to listen to, but, like, holy shit. We have a mostly original cast that's simple but fun. We have a plot that's almost entirely self-contained, with no larger narrative implications so it's just allowed to be itself. We actually only have one reappearing character who joins in on the current story instead of taking it over. It's just a short, pleasant ride you can finish in an afternoon.

I do have some issues. For starters, the prophecy that happens at the end felt like a shoe-horned in way to remind people that there's supposed to be an over-arching plot. I do prefer it to the 'something interesting is going to happen soon, we promise' form of storytelling longer narratives often fall prey to, which MtG's story often does, but I would just as soon do without an over-arching story at all if I'm being honest.

The pacing also felt a bit rushed. By the time we get to chapter five, it feels like we're only at the middle of the story, but then the antagonist's introduction, their explanation, a couple climatic battles, and the ending happen all at once. It felt like I had skipped something, but this feels more like an issue with WotC only allowing five chapters per set and one set per plane.

Speaking of which, if the quality of the Bloomburrow story is doing anything, it's highlighting how shitty it is that each plane only gets one set worth of story before we have to leave again. I liked the story, so it's a shame that as soon as the set arrives it'll be gone for a while; WotC almost assuredly has the next year-or-so's worth of sets planned out already, so if there ever is more Bloomburrow story it'll be way in the future, and not because someone decided to put faith in it--it'll be because it proved profitable enough for a revisit.

So, yeah. You know the drill: artistic integrity good, capitalism bad, etc., etc.. But I will say that I think these story articles are worth a look. Kudos to the author, Valerie Valdes, and the entire story team.

[octosan]

kfdgkfdkf okay I'll stop posting about it soon and then I'll go back to

Idk what do I even do on this blog, translyrics? game updates? hundreds of half-finished stuff in here... Maybe I'll post about Baldur's Gate or something. I definitely don't want this to be my first post forever because I'm already getting depressed writing it

Damn they really went on Reddit and said everything was fine and exactly according to plan huh. really just told us that this version of the game was what they wanted and was fine and they're not touching that story again but oooo there's so much left to tell! now that we've destroyed all of the plot threads of previous games there's so much story left to tell!

I don't even know what to say about all the times they said stuff that clearly was not in the game or the intention of the game.

an entire narrative of how heroic the crows are and how they're the only ones looking out for antiva, depicting caterina as a loving grandmother, a narrative where when someone points out how bad the crows are for antivan politics we are expected to understand that this person is the villain for saying these things, a sucking ABSENCE of any recognition that the crows as an organization have been cruel slave masters who abuse and mold their child acquisitions into assassins and kill the ones who fail, lore that was accurate even in the supplementary materials that teased this game, but no "it's very clear that the crows we meet are just idealists and the average antivan crow is more like illario, sorry, did that exchange not make it into the game...?"

I can't even find the words for how they talked about Solas and the way they retconned him and his agents and everything he cared about in the previous games. I was giving so much grace towards how Solas was done in this game. I liked every scene with him in it, "Mythal" stuff aside I think Weekes did an excellent job with his dialogue. I was perfectly happy telling myself that even if the game didn't touch on it, his agents might have been around trying to help people offscreen like he mentioned of his spirit allies. But no he cut them all loose because hedfkgdfkg suddenly remembered how much leadership sucks and he doesn't care about people. what was all that about "you're not ready for leadership and you have to sometimes make hard choices as a leader" when he was talking to rook then? dog you literally just bounced from all of your leadership responsibilities offscreen apparently

like epler said stuff that outright contradicted the actual game that they just made let alone the lore of previous games!

I can't dskfskdfkads I can't even imagine the gall of going on there and ignoring so many of the actual criticisms from fans who are going through the stages of grief, fans who were trying to do their damage control for them pointing out the game's hellish development cycle and how stacked the odds were against the devs, and how veilguard is only as good as it is because they fought so hard to get SOMETHING of substance into it.

to then say that this game is exactly what they wanted and they were happy with it. to say that they meant for the factions (and by extension Rivain itself) to be shafted. to imply that the "de-centralization of" morality and political conflict in this series (kudos to the fan that had that much tact because I don't think they would have answered it otherwise) was "what worked for the story" instead of being an absolute hindrance to it. Claiming that people "put their prejudices aside to fight the gods" when in fact that was never something they showcased in the game. to say that the only thing they fought for was meaningless crap like the Hall of Valor and the haunting sidequests. To say that you aren't able to have conversations with your companions because of tech limitations.

Tech limitations??

To make more false promises that the next game, who knows? maybe THAT game will have more interesting geo-political conflict now that the old storylines are gone. Maybe we'll see more of Tevinter in THAT game now that the more meaningful issues like slavery, classism, racism, the war with the Qunari, and abuse of blood magic are on their way out. Maybe THAT game will have more meaningful and unique romances in it. Maybe THAT game will include your more meaningful choices from the previous three games, now that their relevancy to the story and the fandom has been rendered at an all time low. Maybe THAT game will have returning characters from previous games, now that we've already introduced the likelihood that most of them are dead from old age and the Blight. Maybe THAT game will have interesting personal stories.

I saw nothing about how terrible the roleplaying in this game was either, though I'm sure they would once again go "maybe the NEXT game you'll be allowed to say an unkind thing sometimes." god that comment he made of like "maybe in the NEXT game you'll be allowed to be rivals with your companions, but it just didn't work for this story which is all about putting aside your differences to fight the elven gods :)"

I don't even know how to express all of it coherently.

it's not just that Veilguard wasn't good. it was not good. It had stuff that I liked, though. I ended the game trying to give it a bit of grace, especially because I can't even stomach playing a second run anymore so what do I know about what all is in this game? A lot of the lore reveals and developments (if not necessarily the ending) I felt like could have worked in a game that had time and good writing to accommodate it. The companions were good conceptually and had things that could have worked if given time to develop them into the trappings of previous lore. I told myself its biggest flaw was to not give a proper reckoning and development to these things built up by the previous games, not their inclusion at all.

even when there's stuff I didn't like about the visuals, like how completely non-mystical they made the Fade look in this game and how the elven empire is just fantasy sci-fi now, that wasn't a huge deal to me because every dragon age game has cycled through different aesthetics and at this point you can pick and choose from the designs if you really want, like I've seen lovely fanart that gives Solas and other post-DA2 elven characters the nose ridges of that game for example. The artstyle didn't bother me that much.

But reading all of that from the AMA, I'm just.

Somewhere along the process the writers stopped caring about the things that longtime fans have loved and cared about and looked forward to for years. They stopped caring about it so much that they destroyed all of it to make something else. and then they turned around and told us all of that was intentional and exactly what they wanted to do. and then they tried to keep us on the hook anyway by saying that the next game might at least go into some of it. And it's very painful to know that this is how things are for a series I've loved and always come back to since I was a kid.

More power to the people who like Veilguard and like what the devs have said about it and the next game. But when DA5 comes out, I will not be buying it. I can't believe DA4 is the first game I've ever bought where I actually regret spending so much money on it in the first place, and I got the cheapest version of it.

[goddesspharo]

Ok so this isn’t really a question but I was thinking about possible plots for the third movie that have maximum phoenix and hangman (obviously) and I cannot shake the idea of a reunion of the daggers for some sort of secret mission

Now I know absolutely nothing about the navy but hear me out, the gang is called back in (hangman, rooster, payback, fanboy etc) after a plane went down in enemy territory and at the mission brief, it’s revealed, dun dun da da…. It was phoenix and Bob and there’s reason to believe they’re still out there

I have no idea if you’re open to prompt ideas so feel free to tell me to f all the way off but since they’ll probably never do something like that for the actual third movie, I figure the next best thing is the best fic rider for the ship

I’m sensing major opportunity for some Jake and Bradley begrudging partnership and fun dynamics all around

Thoughts?

Ooh, this kind of sounds like Stealth but not shitty. (Does anyone remember how they recut the trailers for that movie to heavily feature Jamie Foxx as soon as he won the Oscar despite him being in it for like 15 minutes? Lol)

I take all of the "we've got a timeline for Top Gun 3, etc etc" talk with a grain of salt because it took them like 30+ years to make the sequel -- everyone else might be all about franchises but I know Tom Cruise isn't going to churn out a legacy movie just to churn it out without a decent script or someone promising him that he can fly a plane inverted in space. As much as I love TGM, I don't see where they'd realistically go with a third movie (nor do I necessarily need them to? End on a high note I say). In the same way that Ethan Hunt is still very much front and center of the MI franchise much to Jeremy Renner's chagrin when he thought they'd hand it over to him, I don't see them ever shifting the focus off Mav who will be pushing 70 at that point (it's okay for Tom Cruise, but I don't think the navy is letting That Old Man do All That Shit).

Thank you for your faith in my ability to write a backdoor sequel, but to be honest it was tough work to write action scenes when I was writing against the grain of dystopic claims so I might not be the one to write about a rescue mission that doesn't involve everyone just threatening to kill each other because they read the map wrong and are now going around in circles in the jungle. I also harbor a secret belief that if Phoenix and Bob ever went down and they needed to launch a second mission to save them, by the time our himbos got there, Phoenix would already have saved them both and they'd be sipping Mai Tais poolside at the closest Club Med. Extreme "I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this" energy. If anything, she'd have to cut her vacation short to save the daggers who were supposed to be saving her.

But there is a sort of big damn hero moment coming up in can't fake what you can't break up with so hopefully that scratches the itch! (As an aside: to that anon who asked me last week about this fic, you kickstarted me working on that again with that ask. Of course now it's like 17k and I still haven't written that part that was holding me up, but the parts I did write make it flow better so thanks for getting the creative juices flowing! Turns out asking fic writers about their WIPs prompts them to write more stuff, go figure!)

[just-zander]

Next

Nearly four years ago, I had a plan to draw a Treasure Planet and Breath of the Wild crossover comic, combining two of my favorite universes. I'd been daydreaming a plot for 6 months by the time I started to actually write down and organize the story, and then I wrote for another 6 months before I ever shared the first chapter on AO3.

I kept promising here that I would start drawing it, but then I gave in to imposter syndrome and convinced myself that I couldn't do it; the story was too big, I wasn't a good enough artist, people wouldn't even read it, etc etc.

Well... I wrote it and posted the story. It wasn't the best story I've ever written, but it was mine and I loved it and even if no one read it, I at least could say that I did it and that was something to be proud of. Even if I didn't draw it, it was still done and I thought that would be the end of my fanfict career.

The funny thing is, I made a friend who loved my story and urged me to keep writing and who said I inspired then to begin writing again. I was blown away. Ngl, I cried. I never thought of my writing as inspiring or worth reading, and here someone was telling me that I gave them a reason to be creative again.

We wrote a story together.

And then another.

And another.

Dozens of stories written and shared and now I finally feel confident enough to share my art.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that even though I'm still nervous about messing this up, even though it scares me to put my art out there, even though I don't think my art is worthy of a comic, I'm doing this and I'm going to see it through.

So thank you for checking this out.

Note:

I've linked the original story below, but I'm currently in the process of rewriting it, so the plot will vary and will pull from both new and original versions.

The cover is also based on the cover art for BotW, with Treasure Planet aspects tied into it to bring them together.

Lastly, everything is over on AO3 as well, including all tags giving warnings for what's to come. There are adult themes, but nothing explicitly NSFW will be included in the comic.

Updates are every Tuesday. Early access on Patreon (link to come soon).

Finally,

Happy 21st anniversary Treasure Planet! ❤️

[bonefall]

can we have some random trivia for HeatherHareBreeze? Im weirdly attached to that ship now tbh

Behold. The thems. A summary of the Hare/Heather/Breeze polycule.

Something overlooked about canon is that Breezepaw begged Crowfeather to let him say goodbye "to his friends" and was shot down

So I have interpreted this to mean that Breeze is actually a total ride or die little fella for his buddies

That was the reason why so many WindClan cats were in the Dark Forest. He was the RINGLEADER

By the way-- I am writing Breezepelt with BPD in mind. Him, Cinderheart, and Squirrelflight. He often sorts people into broad, unhealthy categories-- BAD or GOOD

But anyway I could talk about BB!Breezy-P all day

Bottom line is, these three were TIGHT. They're the three warrior apprentices of Lake WindClan in Po3 and were always getting in trouble together

Heatherpaw got them into digging holes. Normal stupid teenager shit "let's make the deepest hole ever"

Harepaw got buried OOPS. Get tunnel'd idiot

Brushblaze was nearby enough to hear someone scream and helped pull Hare out

After three sets of teary eyes BEGGED him to not tell Onestar, he made them promise to come get him when they were digging deep enough that they couldn't dig back up.

He's an ex-solver from BloodClan and can help them make sure they don't make an unstable hole

Bottom line is, the three of them go back a very long time, but I don't imagine it was even romantic back then. It was Heather And The Boys.

The Dark Forest drove a wedge between Heather and the boys, as she quickly realized that they may not have started with bad intentions, but cats like Mudclaw, Tigerstar, and Hawkfrost were BAD news and they were going to drag them all down too.

It wasn't worth it. Training with a REAL tunneler was the bait to lure her in like Tunnelbun crumbs for a hunted bird.

The wedge between Heather and the Boys became a wedge between the Boys when they all got their Dishonor Titles. Harespring --Darkseeker-- was working to atone. This meant disavowing his training, focusing on how he could help people, and seeking the things he could learn in his own Clan.

Breezepelt --Dodderheart--, took that badly. How dare Darkseeker start pretending like there was something to disavow! Onestar sucks! Crowfeather sucks! StarClan sucks! He'll do whatever it takes to get power and change things around here, get the respect he wants, but Breezepelt didn't learn his lesson at all

Darkseeker lost his Dishonor Title first, back to Harespring. Rottenheart decided he wasn't his friend anymore, just like Heathertail.

Dodderheart: "Everyone hates me except Furzepelt and Sunstrike! I'll bet they're all sitting around plotting against me right now!!"

Harespring: "aw this tunnelbun has a grumpy face like breezepelt lol"

Heather: "lol"

And so, as soon as he learned The Kin was looking for any cats who felt like the Clans had wronged them, misfits and rejects, he brought himself and his two supporters there. BIG mistake.

Mistake he spends the rest of his life regretting

Heather rightfully calls him on this when she ends up joining the Kin to learn more about her brother Darktail. "This is all garbage you put in your head! Crowfeather is a dick, and so is my dad, but you shoved me, and Hare, and even your stupid half siblings or whatever into some ridiculous narrative about how evil and hated you are! We LOVE you, can't you see that?!"

"YOU'RE the one who's blind! I killed Firestar, I tried to kill them, and only now with Darktail am I finally-"

"Being used AGAIN. He's using you. Just like Tigerstar when he wanted to get rid of Firestar."

"...thats not true you're l-lying"

"You're always being used, Breezepelt."

"No I'm not! Darktail's my friend and my leader! He sees the value in me, he says I'm going to do a lot for him, and without me the Kin wouldn't..."

Heather stares, unimpressed, before shrugging, "I'll still be here when you realize it. Will he?"

In the big breakout, Harespring is there to secure a tunnel for them all to escape with

I think it makes a good idea that it was a backup plan Heather had all along, and Hare was entrusted with making sure it was done by this day. Just in case Darktail turned out to be the lunatic they expected him to be

Brushblaze is going to go out here, too, collapsing the tunnel so they can't be followed. It's a really good end for him.

When Breezepelt comes back to WindClan, it is on their grace. Hare and Heather are both vouching on their honor that they will he responsible for his actions.

I imagine Harespring looked Onestar in the eyes when he did this. FULLY expecting to have to defend himself for working on a secret tunnel, losing Brushblaze, possibly losing his deputyship for LITERALLY undermining

But... Heathertail was saved. Breezepelt looks bedraggled and humbled, unlike what happened just about a year ago. Brushblaze made the ultimate sacrifice. Now is not the time to discuss this.

AVOS is just about to hit its climax; where Onestar steals Breezepelt's plan to drown killing Darktail.

But anyway, enough of the plot of Better Bones AVOS. Fluffy trivia time

Harestar eats his tunnelbuns like a beast. He bites clean through them, Heather and Breeze are always screaming about this

Harespring's personality is very mild, level headed, and thoughtful. He moves slowly when he's not in a hurry.

He can be pushed around under stress though. He doesn't like being under pressure for that reason, and tries to minimize situations where he's put on the spot.

In Clanmew his name is "Hare Will-Jump Up", it's a hare that thinks before it leaps.

Breezepelt appreciates how Harespring will reword things for him, when they work on communication together.

If Hare worded something in a way that set Breeze off, Breeze can just ask what he meant and Hare will say it a different way

When Harespring becomes Harestar, I like to think there are cats in the Clan who feel like Breeze is only here because of his wife and husband. And maybe he is, what're you gonna do about it? Cry?

Heather has an honest, curious personality. She likes to be respected for her intelligence and insight, being a smart person is something she values about herself.

She is not easily tricked and can be cutting if she smells bullshit. She will be rude if she thinks you're lying to her.

"Did you eat, Breep?" "Ye-" "no you fucking didn't go get food"

I don't see her as "nurturing" like others think, she's a militant carer and outgoing about what she believes to be the right thing

She's definitely the head of one of the patrols, probably Construction.

When kits come through in TBC, Breeze is the primary parent. Villain to mom pipeline

He doesn't hold a high rank in WindClan because he spent the majority of his life Being Breezepelt, and is accepting that he probably never will

And that's okay because he's currently the loyal Kitchen Head of MeadowClan and the kits have just gotten back from the harrowing death of Honeysucklestar but it's lunchtime

"Honeysucklestar too, being a corpse doesn't make you stop being hungry. Come on, up up up" Woodkit jumps up from her deathbed

Turns out he's better at caring for others than he is at caring for himself

He doesn't feel like he deserves this. Like love and happiness isn't something he should have, after everything he did and the people who are not here because of him

Yet, he persists. He's still here and, somehow, people think he's worth saving.

And maybe that's what matters. Making life better from this point forward, for everyone. In the ways he can.

[mysticsparklewings]

Terror in Six Words

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He didn't know

she'd been bitten.

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Hey, this isn’t an Obscutober piece! 😦

No, but you’re getting 2 art things from me today because there were some community events on DeviantArt I wanted to partake in, & as it happens a “scary” 6-word story in poetry magnets felt like a good way to do that. 😉

Same as the Obscutober pieces, if you’re curious to hear more about my process for how this all came together—and I promise it was much more involved than you’d think!—Click the "Keep Reading" and we'll talk a bit more about my general thoughts/process. ✨

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So, again: Hmm. This doesn't look like an Obscutober piece, and yet...it looks kind of familiar, doesn't it? 😉 We all probably should've known that I'd break out the mini-magnets at least once this month, sooner or later. 🤭

This was actually supposed to be kind of a 2-in-1 piece, but this has been such a busy month and busy week in particular that I got my days mixed up and thought I had more time than I actually did...So it's no longer a 2-in-1, but it wasn't totally a waste, either.

DeviantArt, in typical fashion, is holding a Badge Event this month, and loyal Sparklers will know if it's a badge I like I have a hard time turning those down—We went through something similar last year! And on top of that, @CRLiterature was also holding a Tiny Tales of Terror Challenge...which ran through the 24th, and you'll notice today's date is the 26th. 😅

And to be clear: I'm mentioning the Tiny Tales Challenge not because I expect any kind of exception or what-have-you to be made for me, but just to be transparent about my motivations. It's my fault for missing the deadline and I accept that. The only reason I'm going ahead and posting it now, so soon after the missed deadline, instead of holding off until Halloween is because I am hoping to maybe squeeze in something else just for Halloween, and I've got a bunch of other things to try and scramble to get done on my to-do list before then; If I don't post it today, it may very well not get posted at all. 🫠

[Plot twist: I was thisclose to posting this yesterday, even, but yesterday was a particularly chaotic day so it just wasn't possible—yet more evidence that if I'm not careful and quick about it this artwork may be doomed to live behind the scenes forever.]

It would also be kind of disingenuous to discuss what I made without mentioning that challenge as that's where I got the entire idea to make this specifically a six-word-story from.

DeviantArt's Badge Event, for those who don't know, is encouraging people to make something inspired by some short stories they commissioned. So there was my starting point, and I had been considering breaking out the poetry magnets for a Halloween-ish one-off piece anyway, since I have really been missing them this month while I handle Inktober/Obscutober in a magnet-less way for the first time in years.

While I had those two thoughts at the back of my mind, the Tiny Tales Challenge came up, which asked people to write a scary story in six words or less. And since I'm personally most familiar with six-word-stories from magnetic poetry, it all just kinda came together as a perfect storm in my mind: A six-word story, told in magnets, inspired by one of the stories for the badge event. 💡

Now, that said, if you've read the four short stories for the badge event, you might be scratching your head and trying to figure out what my six words here have to do with any of them. I won't deny for a moment that any connection to the story I picked really isn't obvious, but all I can tell you Sparklers is that my brain is a strange place and you never know what off-the-wall connections are going to be made in there. 🤪

Of the four stories, the one that stuck with me the most was Survivor's Guilt. It has a kind of somber, Twilight-Zone-esque quality to it, and that's more what I personally favor in "horror" story over the typical heart-racing-scream-your-head off variety. [As I've probably talked about a bit before but I don't remember where.]

Somehow, I left that story with one of my favorite My Chemical Romance songs in my head—Early Sunsets Over Monroeville, which itself was inspired by Dawn of the Dead. And I was also reminded just a little of Carmilla, a vampire tale that actually predates Bram Stoker's Dracula.

As I said, my brain is a strange place that makes strange connections. 🥴 My best guess is that my subconscious really hitched onto the ending revelation of Survivor's Guilt, which I won't spoil for you here if you haven't read it. (You should though, it's good!)

Suffice to say: Something about how we don't know what we don't know and we want to understand, but sometimes gaining that understanding is it's own special kind of horror.

But just having those inspirations and making those strange connections alone wasn't enough, of course. I still had to string some actual words together, not just feelings. 😆 So I broke out my notebook for mini-magnet brainstorming and started scribbling.

Well, okay, first I had to search up and read some existing six-word-stories from across the internet because it's been so long since I last tried to write one that I was having trouble getting in what felt like the right headspace to work with so few words. Then I got scribbling.

In said scribbling, I was reminded very much of a few years ago—ironically, the first time I followed an Obscutober list—when I made another one-off mini-magnet piece that was also meant to be a scary story in few words. Granted, that was 50 words or less, so still a very different experience.

That is to say though: I was reminded that "scary" writing is not my strong suit. 😅 I just can't even seem to quite grasp the "punch" to properly shift the words from ominous into actually spooky territory. And that was not made any easier by having to work in so few words.

My main take away from my efforts in the notebook is that it's not actually that hard to come up with six word (or less!) sentences that sound spooky...if you think of them within a scary context. For example, "They ignored the warnings," can be scary if you're thinking of it as people ignoring warnings that will inevitably lead to something dangerous/harmful happening. But it can just as easily be not very scary at all if this "they" is just ignoring warnings of "Oh don't touch that, the paint's still wet and you'll get paint on your hands."

Context is also very important in the words being anything close to a story, and not just...well, just words, if that makes any sense. "There was a body," is a sentence, yes, and it could definitely lean scary if you picture "body" as a non-living person. But it's still a relatively "flat" statement of fact.

I think that's a large part of why I kept thinking of Early Sunsets, and kind of songs in general as I was trying to figure out where to go with my ideas and feelings. Good song lyrics can squeeze a whole lot of story and metaphor into just a few words, and I feel that's especially true with My Chemical Romance. [One of many reasons why they're my favorite.

"They're building a coffin your size," is what I would consider a pretty much perfect scary six-word-story, straight from their song Mama, to give you a better idea of where I'm coming from. And if this could have just been a recycled song quote, I totally would've used that—but this was not the time nor place. 😆

To be fair, despite everything I just described about my thought process, in the end I'm not sure I totally succeeded in getting everything I wanted out of my six words, but of the options I wrote down (that were actually my words to use), this was the one I kept coming back to.

It puts vampires in my head first and foremost—Most certainly because that's my favorite "traditional" monster archetype, and if you know me at all that comes as no surprise at all, I'm sure. But there are plenty of other instances where the answer to the unwritten question of "Bitten by what?" Would be rightly terrifying: Zombie (as more directly related to Early Sunsets), Werewolf, even non-Halloween-ish things like a rabid animal or disease-carrying mosquito.

...Okay the rabid animal could still be Halloween-ish if it was a rabid bat or something, but you get the idea.

Yet there are still ways to put a more metaphorical spin on it; That this "she" could've been "bitten by a bug" as in something that changed her way of thinking or motivations in life and made her into a scarier person than she was before, or something like that.

So perfect, no, but it was the closest to striking the right balance of all the different things I wanted that I was able to come up with.

Which leaves us with the visual component. The magnets are what they always are, but what is this background?

Well, if you remember when I mentioned I've done this short-story-in-few-words kind of thing before, there's actually a touch more irony there. Last time, I used a photo is from a "Tezza College Kit" that I actually won from a past DeviantArt contest as my base and made some additions and modifications to better fit the mood I was going for. Since I knew full-well I wouldn't have time to come up with something from scratch for this, that was the first other option that came to mind.

So I sifted through those photos for something that felt like either a good fit or at least a good place to start.

And I must disclose that at that point, I was actually still strongly considering one other assortment of six words—I was thinking of "cheating the system" and submitting two separate six-word-stories that kind of went together. I ultimately decided not to because the more I thought of the two together, the weaker the other one felt compared to this one.

But I mention that because my initial photo pulls from the kit were pretty different because I was hoping to get two photos that seemed to go together and still felt right thematically. As much as I love the base photo I picked here—so much so I strongly considered it at the time for that 50 word story I keep referring to—It wouldn't have worked for the two-story idea really at all because I just didn't have another photo that would pair well with it for what I wanted.

That said, the photo was a little plain—pure black and white—on it's own, so I ended up fiddling with the colors a bit and bringing up the reds for some more drama.

I will note though that dramatic red wasn't actually my first choice. I had planned to just use the fact that photographing black and white things without a filter is challenging to my advantage, but the photo that was the best of the ones I took in other ways didn't have much color alteration going on. Originally, I was just going to add a little warmth/hints of sepia like happened naturally in one of the other photos I took, but since I had Photoshop open anyway I decided to play just a little, and the red came about as a result of that playtime.

I very nearly actually went with an all-over red tone (except for the white space in the middle), but thought the look was ultimately too dark. I did the spot red after thinking things over and deciding I really didn't want to artificially brighten the image up and mess with the black contrast if I could help it.

Whew. 😮‍💨 ...Leave it to me to make six little words so complicated and particular, right? 😆

I think I ended up trying to make up for "lost time" in not doing more with magnetic poetry this year, even though they're only a very small part of the process. My subconscious thoroughly missed the memo that that wasn't necessary. 😅

Still, frustration at myself for getting the timeline jumbled up aside, I had fun. 🙂 The length of this description might speak more loudly to that than anything else. 🤣

Speaking of, I hate to end this kind of abruptly, but I think I have finally covered everything I wanted to about the art at hand and I still have to cross-post this and do the Obscutober piece for today, too. So if you Sparklers don't mind, I'll leave you to ponder these words, encourage you again to go check out Survivor's Guilt—and the other 3 Terror Tales, too!—and be on my way.

Don't you Sparklers get unknowingly bitten by anything in the meantime, alright? 😉

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Well here I am (ONS chapter 128)

Ok I'm finally writing out my thoughts about ONS' 128. Idk how long it'll come out (extremely long as I'm writing it it seems...) and also as always I want to hear others' opinions on this, but as a warning it will be mostly negative. I actually did a similar post back at the start of the year with BSD, but BSD at least managed to bounce back full force and do what it needed to do while ONS shows no signs of that.

I'll break it down into the following points:

>I'm also getting tired of the flashbacks (as many already did)

>I miss the Shinoa squad (will touch upon Mitsuba specifically and y'all probably know why)

>The belief that MikaYuu fans are getting much better content and why I think that's bs (will probably mention my theorem of "Mika, along with literally all the women of the franchise, got hit with the mysoginy stick")

So let's go I guess, under the cut so I don't clutter my non-ONS followers' dash.

>The flashbacks: I... Did not mind them up unti now, if I've got to be honest. Let's be serious here everyone probably expected a batshit crazy backstory for the characters, ESPECIALLY Yuu and Mika, and that's what made me not really complain. Now it has been like? 8 chapters of ONLY flashbacks??? Only things of the past with NO break and NO POV switches to at least let us know wtf is going on in the outside world. Christ. The fact that irritates me the most is that all of this adds nothing to the plot either!!! What are the MCs supposed to do now that they've seen one of them (WHO HAS BEEN 4 DIFFERENT SPECIES TOO SINCE THE START OF THE SERIES???) sacrifice for the 3rd time!!!! AND IN THE PAST AT THAT!!!! HOW IS THIS USEFUL FOR THEM OR ANY OF US AGHHFHGHHG. We got other gays going at it tho and that's just funny to me. This is just a BL masked as a battle shonen lmaoooo.

>The Shinoa squad: I feel like this is obvious. Where tf are they? They obviously are looking out for where Mika and Yuu are, how did we not see them again yet??? Some progress in their hunt (let's call it that) for those two??? Shinoa literally threatened to kill Mika (and, for a number of reasons, let me say this: ew.) I'd at least like to see her and how she's doing. And didn't Kagami promise us Mitsuba would get more screentime soon? THIS IS LITERALLY A PERFECT SETTING. SHOW ME HER AND SHINOA BEING IN CONFLICT CUS SHE WORRIES ABOUT HER FRIEND AND WANTS HER TO COME TO HER SENSES!!! SHOW ME HOW THEE LITERAL KIDS ARE DOING AFTER BEING ASKED BY A FULL ON 24 Y.O TO CHOOSE THEIR FAMILIES OR THE WORLD LIKE BE SO SERIOUS THE SETTING WAS *DECENT* (wouldn't say perfect cus I'm not the biggest fan of the "bring everyone back" plot but ok) FOR IT ALL I'M *explodes*

>MikaYuu: Oh boy ok here we go. So since I came back after my rewatch and catch up to this manga which resulted in hyperfixation again I noticed that the narrative of MikaYuu shippers getting better content cus a lot of the chapters now focus on them is... common. And for a while I just thought "ok" and moved on but now I'm fully on convinced it's just. Not true. Not because the content isn't there, I would be lying if I said that, but because it's... Not good. Good content, for me (as someone who clearly loves these two if you scroll for even 2 minutes down my fucking tag), would be seeing actual growth between them, some actual substance in what they are doing as of rn, and we are not getting any of that. Since when did we see them actually DO something? Last time we saw Yuu in his actual body and actually saying something was last chapter and he was EATING. Then we went back to them just passively staring at everything that went on. And to add onto this, I dislike demon Mika as a plot IN GENERAL because it recessed any development both for HIM and for Yuu himself. Yuu acts stupid (wtf happened to him after Nagoya I'm being so serious Nagoya Yuu I miss you so much) as shit cus anyway Mika IS strong enough to let him get away with it but not enough to oppose Yuu at some point and this was addressed as a problem for like 2 seconds and then nothing. Oh my God. And not only that but this fucking thing also shows that Mika did, indeed, also get hit with a mysoginy beam, but that's another topic I want to talk about in another post if anyone even really cares about it.

So... Yeah. I'm not tired (I only started catching up in March after my rewatch, so I'm still curios about how this will go), but I AM sad. I really miss the earlier arcs and the potential they all had that now seems like a long lost memory. Can we all collectevely just go back to the Nagoya one like if the series stuck to that path I would be able to excuse its flaws up until a point because GOD. The eyeball with its Seraph shit or whatever the hell it was doing was cool tho.

As always y'all can tell me what y'all think, but I'm mostly expecting this to get lost in the void given how dead the fandom is. So yeah, see ya.

[nobleriver]

Hi!! It's me- anon-sy! So, just a question- there's a fic that's been ruminating in my head that I'm trying to write out- that I will not finish in years lol- but it's a 10River fob!watch au with martha & River friendship and 10 & Martha brotp. Actually it's more and less a family of blood episode AU and something I still can't figure out is how will it be finished in a way that will be Silence of the Library compliant AND give River and/or 10 more angst- cause River is my precious blorpo and she must suffer 😊

Anyway, how would you in particular plot this out and/or write this? I promise I won't use your ideas- I just don't have Whovian friends to talk to about this.

Feel free to disregard this if it's too silly. Thank you!!! 😊 💕💕

Ooooh what a fun AU concept! Martha and River being besties sounds amazing, and let's be honest, if they ever met, they would be. River instead of Joan as the teacher. River is there to investigate. Maybe, as those creatures have been chasing the Doctor, she has been chasing them. Also, I don't care if you use these plot ideas.

My immediate reaction while reading the rest of your ask was "Forget Silence in the Library"! No seriously, I yelled this out loud as I was reading that 😂 It's like a 10River graveyard (well, I guess "like" is the wrong word. It literally is.)

But right, right, right, Martha comes before Donna, I got you, and SITL is the first time he sees her. *sighs* However, you can employ the same trick as Big Finish. Have River wipe his memory when it's over. That would DEFINITELY give both of them angst. Maybe, it can be a device like in Hell Bent or a drug she uses. Martha will offer to persuade River to stay, as she offered to persuade Joan, yet the Doctor will tell her not to. River's made her choice. Timelord!10 would vehemently reject a memory wipe, so she would either have to do it secretly OR she would need to get Human!10 to agree to it and inject a slow-release memory drug into his system while he's compliant. That way, when Timelord!10 arrives, it'll be too late to reject. The drug would already been in his system, deleting her face, her voice, her kiss (if they're kissing, but hey, it's human!10, you can go ham). Then, we the audience would be suspended in angst with these two characters as they say goodbye, as 10 - just like in the end of the original Family of Blood - strives to cling hold to his memories, to cling hold to River, to have her travel with him, only to be rejected. She promises he'll see her again, one last reassurance before she teleports away, leaving him alone once more. Once more is he trapped in the unending grief of losing the woman he loves.

[This is probably WAY past the endpoint of your AU, but in my mind - I really do love your story concept - the aftermath goes like this lol ]

Even after time passes, his memories turned to dust, the feeling of lost, the residual grief of her absence still haunts his steps. Her phantom laugh plagues him at night when the companions sleep. No wonder he stops breathing when a strange message with bizarrely familiar handwriting appears on his psychic paper: The Library. Come as soon as you can, x. All thoughts of the beach fly from his mind. His limbs operate as if on autopilot, his feet kicking levers into place, his fingers punching in new space-time coordinates. Donna questions why he came here, why come if he doesn't know the sender? But he can't give a real answer. He doesn't know the real answer. All he knows is...he can't resist their call.

Your AU can be canon compliant to SITL while fully developing 10River's romance. Have fun with it. :)

[lumenflowered]

Hello. My name is Maria—nothing more, nothing less. I am a Faller hailing from a place known as Yharnam, though I am currently in the Johto region. It is a less harsh place than what I am used to; I would not recommend requesting further information regarding Yharnam unless you are mentally prepared.

Out of a lack of anything better to do after falling here, I embarked upon the Gym Challenge. At the time of writing this, I bear seven of the eight Johtonian badges, and intend to attain the eighth as soon as I have recovered enough to travel.

As of less than a week ago, I have been Chosen as a champion of sorts by Ho-oh, a Pokémon with power tantamount to the gods of my former world. While I still have rather complicated feelings regarding the matter, the gods of this world are considerably kinder than those I am used to, and doing this allowed me to put an end to Team Rocket's machinations once and for all.

My team is as follows: Rakuyo (Meganium, X) Hunter (Furret, F) Molotov (Arcanine, M) Adeline (Gengar, F) Evelyn (Seadra, F) Eileen (Honchkrow, F)

Adeline, my Gengar, rather likes to steal my device and make posts for herself—she is considerably better with this world's technology than I, so I have no qualms with this—and her commentary can be found in purple.

Though this has thus far only occurred once twice thrice, Ho-oh has utilized this platform and blog to communicate directly with me and others before, and they have done so in bold orange text. They have recently adopted another name in addition to their first: Solaire.

A very angry child named Silver, who inexplicably decided to form a rather one-sided rivalry with a grown woman, is unlikely to be on the blog again given how much the anonymous masses of Rotomblr set back my progress in having a reasonable conversation with him. However, while he was posting here, he used blue.

I am more than happy to discuss a great many things. Do keep in mind that I hail from a far deadlier place than this one, should you care to ask about my past prior to Johto.

...I still would rather like to know why and how I am here at all.

(OOC info under cut.)

Sup, it's still @ofstormsandfire getting perhaps a little too invested in my silly little blog where I throw a Bloodborne boss into the world of pokemon. I really wanted to make a faller blog of some kind, and promised myself that I could if I survived Nanowrimo, and... then I did. And went well, alright, Lady Maria's going to have a great time in Johto!

(That was sarcasm. Though honestly even a terrible time in Johto is an improvement over what she's used to.)

Do keep in mind that Maria is in fact a Bloodborne boss and as such will be unfazed by things that would disturb the vast majority of characters. I'll happily tag things as necessary, just ask if I've missed something you would like tagged.

Here's some navigational tags for y'all. If/when I actually reach the conclusion of this blog's story maybe I'll make more.

#firebird arc: I smashed together the Radio Tower plot and the Ho-oh plot, made the Kimono Girls more relevant, and also ramped up the stakes a little. Called that because Ho-oh is a firebird and also I'm 90% sure there's a kind of rocket called the Firebird. I like puns. I also put way too much effort into this and I regret nothing.

#the vampire allegations: A couple of people made jokes about Maria being a vampire. Admittedly, she is from Cainhurst which is the closest Bloodborne gets to proper vampires, and I thought it would be really funny to have her be allergic to garlic for legitimately mundane reasons.

#rainbow wings: That time Ho-oh showed up on the blog specifically to tell Maria to take a break. Same tag is used whenever Ho-oh turns up. (It's been like three times now.)

#what's with this sassy lost child?: The Silver takeover. For some reason the last couple posts just aren't showing up in the tag despite being tagged with exactly the same thing, but he got Pelipper Mailed bad memories of his dad and promptly dipped.

#hints to the future: Bits of prose foreshadowing things to come, because I got really into that one ask game with the gears.

[the-eyes-of-andyserkis]

Bringin' Home the Rain - Chapter 4: "Flames"

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Fandom: MCU - Age of Ultron, Black Panther Pairing: Ulysses Klaue x F!Reader Word count: 5.1K Chapters: 4/5 Rating: Explicit

Chapter Summary: You're not sure what's going to happen now, but you know that you've crossed a line, one there's no chance of coming back from.

Warnings: Explicit Rating, Alcohol, Blood and Injury, Minor Injuries, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Age Difference, Masturbation, Smut, PWP, But a bit of Plot if you squint, Dirty Talk, Praise, Teasing, Oral (M! Receiving), Teasing, Reference to Predator/Prey, Vaginal Fingering, Soft Dom, Hair pulling, Begging, Finger Sucking

A/N: I'm back! Thank you so much for your patience, it feels a bit silly that 5.1K took me this long but I just need to remind myself that everyone writes differently, and there's also there's that pesky full time job and all. I really thought this chapter wasn't going to take too long because it was the one I had the most written for, but it didn't quite work out that way! Ah well, we still got there. I hope you enjoy! ❤

Title is from the song "Bringin' Home the Rain" by The Builders and the Butchers.

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All your kin have all gone on  to fields all bathed in sun And the only things left in your possession  is an empty bottle and a gun

Your heart is racing and blood thunders in your ears as you quickly make your way back to your quarters white trying to process not only what you had just done, but how good it felt.

Once you sensed that Klaue was past the point of no return, when he was growling and panting and desperate, your own desire, deep and liquid took over and the look in his eyes when his hand wrapped around his cock gave you everything. Molten blue and roiling at the edges with relief and lust and something else akin to a promise.

When you walked out of the room it had been with a feeling of satisfaction, of finally having the upper hand, and it was a heady sensation. But as the distance between you and your workroom grows you start to regret leaving and find yourself hoping that he’ll follow you, a surge of nervous exhilaration spreading through your rib cage with that realization. Unfortunately you have no idea whether he will, and if he doesn’t how long will you have to wait before you see him again? He had mentioned that he was only at the compound for a few days, and once he leaves it's possible he could be gone for weeks.

You're surprised by how disappointed this thought makes you feel.

You think about turning around, but at the same time you know that you probably need to give yourself a chance to cool off and just think about these last couple of days and to try to figure out what, if anything, you actually want from Klaue. 

Even as the logical part of your brain tries to throw reason at you, you can’t help but glance back over your shoulder in the vain hope that you’ll see him, but because you’re not paying attention to your footing the toe of your boot catches on an uneven tile causing you to stumble, and while you manage to catch yourself you decide it’s a sign that you definitely need to take the cool down option. 

Leaning against the wall you press the flat of your hand against your diaphragm, focusing on the pressure while taking several deep inhales until your breathing, though still too fast, starts to even out, and while you feel calmer when you start moving again your thoughts continue to spin. 

You’re still perplexed by the fact that Klaue didn’t get up and grab you as soon as you had walked in and found him on your couch. Thus far he hasn’t struck you as the kind of person to be particularly patient, to not simply take as soon as he had the opportunity, and after your argument that afternoon you can't imagine he was any less on edge than you, especially not after the text he had sent you.

Did he simply enjoy watching the tension on your psyche ratcheting tighter, getting a thrill from watching the threads of your sanity fraying one by one right in front of him? 

But then your thoughts wind their way back to yesterday’s encounter and something else occurs to you: That even though Klaue had sought you out, had moved so close you could feel the heat of his body, it wasn’t until you had pressed your ass back against him that he reached for you with a desperate grip.

Absently you pass a hand over your hips where his fingers had dug into your flesh and realize that you can feel a slight ache that hints at the whisper of a bruise below your skin, and the thought of Klaue marking you even faintly has the heat that he stokes so easily in you flaring up again.

And you think you know what I need? 

Yes, I think I fucking do, darling.

There’s something inside you that you can’t suppress, can’t reason with, when you’re around Klaue. A part of you that stirs and blinks its eyes in response to his presence, a part that has been sleeping fitfully while denying how desperately it wants to be woken up. 

In the past even when you had been with men who turned you on and could make you feel good you still instinctively held back, because in those moments when you started to feel comfortable and your desire for more drifted to the surface you could feel them start to pull away, suddenly uncertain of what to do with you. So instead you wrapped yourself up tight and tucked yourself away in the dim corners so that they wouldn’t have to think about you so much, just the parts of you that benefited them.

So you found satisfaction in other ways, and it never really bothered you that you spent most of your time alone in your search for the next precipice that would give you that rush. It was easy and uncomplicated, and you were content enough in the adventure of moving through the world on your own that you rarely noticed any lack. 

Then, unexpectedly, Ulysses Klaue had found an edge that you didn’t think was meant for you. He drew you towards it, coaxed your eyes open and encouraged you to peer over into the abyss while relishing the need that he was building in you, that seemed to bloom and swell to fill the crevices you thought were cemented over with disuse and resignation. You had tried to deny it as long as you could even when you became overwhelmed by how badly you ached for him, because then you wouldn’t have to admit that you needed anything (anyone) at all.

Shaking yourself free of your thoughts you try to keep your face neutral as you reach the busier common areas where you start to see others heading to and from their shifts or picking up something at the canteen.

When you reach the main passage connecting the workshops to crew quarters you suddenly hear your name, and even though you subconsciously know that it’s not his voice your heart still jumps with anticipation until you actually register that it’s just Tom walking towards you.

“Woah,” he puts out a calming hand. “You alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” 

“Yeah!” You say a little too loudly at first. “Yes, I’m fine really, I just..” Scrambling to come up with a reply, you decide to go with the simplest explanation. “It’s just been a long day, I had to do a job for Klaue this afternoon with no warning.” Fortunately Tom’s frown of concern quickly softens with understanding.

“Ah, yes that’ll do it. Did everything go okay?”

“Pretty uneventful, I guess? But I really wanted to get some other things done today so it wasn’t ideal timing. Didn’t really have much choice though, I guess,” you shrug, you think you’re doing a pretty good job of keeping it together, but when you absently lick your lips you realize with a jolt that you can still taste him there. The sound around you fades out as the memory of how Klaue’s cock felt against your tongue overwhelms you, and it takes all of your willpower to force your concentration back to what Tom is saying.

“-not really how this whole thing works, is it?” 

“Yeah, no, I suppose not,” you reply, shifting your bag and jacket from one arm to the other and trying to sound nonchalant. “Anyway, I’m really tired so I’m just going to head back to my quarters and try to decompress.”

“Of course. Get some rest,” he says as you start to walk away.

Thanks, but not much chance of that right now, friend.

“Thanks, I will. See you tomorrow!” you say in a rush with a wave over your shoulder.

The number of people around you slows to a trickle until it’s just you again when you reach the main warren of apartments, but after making the last turn down your hallway you freeze when you see a figure waiting outside your door. 

Klaue is perhaps fifteen feet away from you with his back against the wall, arms crossed against his chest and a look of anticipation shading his features. He has the decency to look disheveled at least, shirt half tucked in and belt not properly fastened, but when his head swivels towards you at the sound of your gasp his eyes instantly fix on you like a predator sighting his prey.

“Klaue! How did you..?” you start but then trail off, trying to work out how he beat you here even with your brief stop to chat.

“Maintenance tunnels,” he replies simply, pushing himself away from the wall and turning to face you. “I told you I own this place, and I know every inch of it.” A flash of gold glints with the smug curl of his lips, and you’re reminded of how wet you still are as a fresh ache blooms through your core under the heat of his gaze.

“Ok,” you breathe. “And how do you know where my room is, specifically?” Trying to keep a relaxed expression on your face you start slowly walking towards him.

He tilts his head and you watch as his eyes flick down and back up the length of your body.

“You don’t think I’ve known since you got here?” The implication has your pulse racing and your steps falter briefly. 

Klaue may not be the one moving but even in his stillness you can’t shake the sensation that he’s stalking you. The hunched set of his shoulders and arms held stiff at his sides makes it seem as though he’s bracing for something and your chest tightens, the prey instinct to run tangling with anticipation as the distance between you quickly shrinks.

“And even if I didn't”, he continues, his voice dropping a dangerous octave, "Did you really think you could do something like that and I would just let you walk away?”

Your breath hitches in your throat as you finally come to a stop in front of him.

“I mean, it kind of seemed that way,” you manage to reply, once again shocked at how being near him entirely decimates your sense of self preservation.

“Well, you certainly tried, didn’t you?" Klaue growls and then suddenly he’s moving, his broad frame crowding you until your back thumps against the door causing you to drop your things. He doesn't actually touch you yet but he’s close enough that your breasts nearly brush his chest with every breath and the partially unfastened belt buckle brushes against your hip, metal jingling softly in the empty hallway. 

Looming over you Klaue once again seems to be waiting for something, so as badly as you want to touch him you decide to test the limits of your theory (his limits), determined to wait him out this time.

“So you followed me to what, give me a piece of your mind?” Your voice is defiant even as you throb at his proximity, hands clenched into fists at your sides.

“No. Not quite.” he says, teasingly.

“So then you’re just going to stand there and glare at me? Again?” Your intentions to keep calm are rapidly evaporating as frustration bubbles up through your words.

Klaue raises a questioning eyebrow at you.

"In my workroom. Why didn't you- ?” You’re not really sure how to work out how to say everything that you want to and his eyes searing into you makes it difficult to find any words at all, so you only manage to stammer, “You just..sat there.”

He gives you an infuriating smirk. 

"Well, I was enjoying the show,” he says, lowering his gaze at you. “And you were enjoying giving it to me, weren’t you?" You flush, surprised at how easily he could read you.

"So, I wanted to see what else you would do.” The look in Klaue’s eyes is dark and self-satisfied, his voice a rumble of thunder over a distant horizon. ”And you certainly didn’t disappoint me.”

So he had been waiting, had been patiently watching while you showed him the corners where you were weak, where he could tease you open.

“Yes, you certainly got what you wanted,” you say, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“I did,” Klaue acquiesces. “But not the way that you think.”

“And what do I think?”

“That I just wanted you to suck my cock.” He says, clearly enjoying the effect of his words when your tongue flicks out to lick your lips.

“You..didn’t want that?” Your eyebrow arches in mock confusion.

“Oh, I certainly did,” Klaue chuckles deep in his chest. “I’ve thought about how your mouth would feel around my cock since the first night I met you.” 

You feel a dark sting of pride at his admission, but you’re coming to the end of your patience.

“So then, what?” You implore.

Unexpectedly Klaue reaches a hand up to your face and you’re startled by how gentle his fingers are, barely ghosting along the line of your jaw.

“I got to give you something that you needed.” Klaue hums, a shiver rippling through your body as his thumb traces down the curve of your throat.

“Ah, of course,” you say, frustration prickling in your veins even as you fight to control your breathing. “Because you know what I need, right? Well, why don’t you tell me what that is since you seem to be so sure,” you challenge, voice laced with defiance.

“To stop holding back.” he says sharply. “To admit what you want. So be honest,” Klaue’s blue eyes seem to glint with a strange hidden light, like the inward flames of a secret obsession. “Why do you keep pushing me?"

"Because I want you to push me back!" This you punctuate by bracing your hands against his chest and shoving hard.

Klaue only stumbles back at all because you caught him off guard and in a flash he recovers, hands suddenly gripping your arms and pushing you against the door hard enough to knock the wind out of you and you gasp to catch your breath. His fingers dig into your flesh sending a deep twinge through your healed arm causing you to instinctively jerk your shoulder in a useless attempt to loosen his hold on you, yet the sound that you make isn’t one of pain, and when you meet his eyes you can see that he knows it.

You feel euphoric at the fact that he’s barely even trying to restrain you, that all of your strength means nothing against a fraction of the weight of him. You bite your lip in an attempt to suppress the giddy smile that’s threatening to surface, thighs pressing together as the ache between them becomes unbearable

“Don’t bite your lip, darling. Keep going,” Klaue demands.

“I want you to fuck me," you say in a rush, yours words low and desperate as you finally give voice to the thoughts that have been haunting you for weeks. “And I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to make me take every inch of your cock. I want it so badly it makes me feel insane and, god, I can’t stop thinking about you and I just want you to make me forget how to think.”

Dark satisfaction colors Klaue’s eyes and when you’ve finished he leans in close, so that the tip of his nose brushes the crest of your ear.

“Very good,” he purrs. “You used your words so well.” His voice is barely above a whisper but you’re certain that you can hear a tremble in his words. “So, you want me to make you come on my cock, is that right?” 

All that comes out of your mouth is a tortured whimper as the dark timber of his voice makes your cunt clench.

“That’s not an answer,” he taunts.

“Yes,” you pant. “Please.” His fingers tighten around your arms at that. 

“Good”, he sounds pleased as he pulls back to look you in the eyes again. “But first, you’re going to come on my fingers,” he says matter-of-factly, your eyelids fluttering at his words. “Then, I’m going to feel you come under my tongue.” 

"What? N-no, I don’t-'' Feeling dazed you start to stammer a protest that that’s not something that happens for you, but then one of Klaue’s hands is gripping your jaw and the sudden pressure of his fingers cuts your words off with a startled cry.

“Oh darling, it’s sweet that you think you aren’t going to come as many times as I want you to."  Klaue leans down so that he’s right in your face, the lilt of his words swirling directly to your center. “Because once I have you a dripping mess for me, I’m going to fuck you to within an inch of your life.”

Finally Klaue presses his mouth roughly against yours, swallowing your moan as you clench at his promise. The hand on your jaw moves to grasp the back of your neck, his other arm wrapping around your waist to pull you against him and you arch in response, wanting to find as much contact as possible. Your arms move to hold onto his shoulders and you thrill at the firm curve of the muscles that move and flex under your fingers as he grabs you.

The string of tension in your body has finally snapped and with relief you willingly supplicate yourself, opening your mouth to allow him entrance as the kiss quickly consumes you, all tongues and teeth and desperate greedy flames seeking ever more oxygen, wanting nothing more than to burn.

You fumble to pull the keycard out of your pocket, managing to break away from his lips long enough to pant, “Door.” He grabs your wrist and holds the hand gripping the key up to the sensor, and you’re relieved when you hear the distinct beep as the lock releases. Klaue releases you, allowing you to grab your things from where you had dropped them before unceremoniously pushing you inside and slamming the door shut behind you.

A single lamp illuminates your small apartment and once inside you blindly toss everything into a corner, barely hitting the floor before you feel Klaue’s arm encircling your waist and he’s hauling you back, lifting you with one arm as though you weigh nothing and then he’s pushing you against the door again, trapping you with his body.

“So, I take it you like that idea?” he teases, strong hands sliding down your waist to roughly massage your hips and ass.

“Yes,” you rut against him to punctuate your reply, hands moving down from his shoulders to find the buttons of his shirt, reveling in the feeling of his chest hair under your fingers as you work one free.

A hand moves to your face to guide your mouth back to his but he’s more controlled now, dragging his lips across yours, igniting every nerve, and you give in to him with no hesitation. He coaxes your mouth open further with his tongue, your own need welcoming his demand for more, making pleased sounds as he licks deeper into your mouth, alternating teasing and devouring until you’re breathless.

Both of Klaue’s hands move to your waist before sliding slowly higher until they’re skimming along the sides of your breasts, thumbs coming achingly close to your nipples. Klaue rasps a deep chuckle when you gasp and arch your back trying to press yourself more firmly against his palms, but they’re already moving back down to your hips and you thought that you had ached for him before. 

“I need you,” you pant against his mouth. “Need you to fuck me so bad.” Your fingers are trembling as you fumble to release another button.

“Hmmm,” Klaue’s hands brush across the front of your hips and he smirks when the muscles of your stomach tense, and then he's dipping his thumbs just beneath your waistband. “I will, darling, but here’s the thing,” he sighs, almost sounding resigned, as though there was nothing he could do about it. “I said I was going to make you come, but I didn’t say I was going to do it quickly, did I?” 

You can only whimper, becoming more fervid with every word. “I promised you two orgasms before I fuck you, and you did me a favor by sucking my cock earlier because now I can take my time with you.” His voice is dark and rough as granite.

“Please,” the word is steeped in desperation. “I need you now.“ Giving up on the buttons you tighten your fists around the fabric of his shirt. 

“Not good enough, I'm afraid,” he taunts, and you try to swallow the tears that are starting to prick at your eyes. “Just because I enjoy seeing you greedy doesn't mean there aren't going to be consequences to your actions. But that's what you wanted, isn’t it?”

You moan as another surge of dampness floods your core and you start to lift a leg to wrap around his hip, trying to open yourself up so that you can grind your center against him for some relief, but his hand stops you.

“Stay still,” he commands sharply, pushing your leg back down, forcing you to keep both together and waiting until he’s satisfied that you’re going to listen. 

Then, keeping one hand on your hip Klaue moves the other under your shirt, the leather cuffs on his wrist catching on the fabric before sliding his palm up and over your breast and you gasp when he finds your nipple, brushing a thumb over the hard nub through the thin lace of your bra. Klaue continues this for several moments, before moving to your other breast for the same treatment until you’re glassy-eyed and writhing, your need growing unbearable and made even worse by the fact that you can feel the thick ridge of his cock once again stiffening against your abdomen. Suddenly he rolls and pinches the sensitive peak between his thumb and forefinger causing your entire body to tense with a startled cry as your cunt clenches desperately around nothing.

Dropping his head Klaue dips his tongue into the hollow of your shoulder between your carotid and clavicle, the wet drag of his tongue across your skin contrasting with the scrape of his beard and the teasing pinch his fingers all adding to the way he's already overstimulating you. 

Pulling back slightly he fits his other hand between your bodies so that it can make its way beneath the waistband of your pants, your own hands moving to try to push them down somewhat to give him more room.

With a gasp you buck into his touch as his hand slides over your sex and down between your legs, and when he feels how you’ve soaked through the fabric there he groans, the hand on your breast faltering in its ministrations.

“Christ, I could bend you over and let you have my cock right now and you’d take me perfectly, so fucking wet already.”

You can’t form meaningful words, can only let out a thick “Yes” as you try to press your mound more firmly against his hand.

“Of course, you know that’s not going to happen,” he teases.

“God, you’re such an-”

Your words are cut off when Klaue’s hand suddenly pushes under the edge of your underwear and then his middle finger is sliding along your cleft, just barely parting you but you’re so wet that even with the slight pressure he can feel your arousal. Continuing a teasing slide along your slick sex one of his booted feet nudges yours apart, widening your stance just enough so that when his finger slides down again he can reach your soaked entrance and you tilt your hips, trying to encourage him to sink his finger inside of you.

“Been like this since you sucked my cock?” Klaue grits out.

"More like since this afternoon", you admit with a wry laugh that turns to a stuttered gasp at the stretch when he finally dips his finger into your slick heat.

“When I reminded you that you need to do what you're told?" 

You can only whimper in response when his palm finally presses against your aching clit and he curls his finger deeper inside of you, and the relief from the stretch of even one of his fingers has your hips quickly finding a satisfying rhythm of their own accord, but just as you start to feel the edges of your climax gathering deep in your belly he suddenly pulls his hand away. 

“I said stay still,” Klaue growls.

Crying out at the loss you grab frantically at his wrist as your hips continue to move, desperately seeking the friction again but he’s stronger, and while he lets you scrabble at him he easily keeps his hand just out of reach of where you need it. 

His other hand reaches up to slide into your hair and you gasp when he tightens his fingers around the strands, dark mirth shining in his eyes as he watches you panting and trembling. It takes all of your willpower but once your conscious mind understands that struggling is going to get you no closer to him touching your cunt again, you manage to regain some control.

“Shhh, ” Klaue murmurs. ‘That’s a good girl.” 

With that he returns his hand to your sex, sliding two fingers through your cleft to spread you open but keeping them on either side of your clit, stroking and slipping against your folds but not getting close enough, dragging his fingers around the sensitive nub, and every time you start to move your hips he stops and waits for you to be still before continuing. It doesn’t take much of this before you’re shaking again and so on edge that it takes a moment to register what he says next.

“So, are you going to do what you’re told now and come for me?”

Your eyes fly open and you're furious when you meet his gaze because he’s taunting you. You had already been so close before, and now he’s deliberately keeping the pressure of his fingers light and indirect.

“I want to,” your voice is thick with barely restrained tears. “But it’s not enough.”  

“Hmm, and you don’t think that I wanted to come in your mouth?” Klaue growls.

“Fuck,” you let out a frustrated sob

"Try again,” he says, a finger sliding down to gather more of your slick before drawing back up to circle just around where you need him to touch, and if you could form thoughts right now one of them might be that this must be what going mad actually feels like.

"Yes,” you pant. "I should have let you. God, I wanted to swallow your come." Your words are desperate and true and they seem to please him because his fingers finally press down on your aching clit and you moan, still trying to move as little as possible as he continues to swipe over the sensitive bud, the deep pressure in your core finally starting to reach a crest.

"I'm so close,” you whimper.

“Then what do you say?” Klaue growls, 

Your mind is spinning but the words still form, barely more than a whisper when they slip from your throat, "I'm sorry.” 

His hand tightens in your hair, the sting in your scalp mixing with the edge of your climax. 

“What was that, darling?” 

“Please don’t stop, oh god I’m sorry- !" Your body goes stiff and you gasp, hanging breathless for an endless moment and then you're gone, crying out as your orgasm finally crashes through you. In freefall you cling to him, fingers of one hand twisted in the fabric of his shirt, the other still on his wrist where you can feel the muscles of his forearm flexing under your fingers as he continues to rub rough circles on your clit, only dimly aware of his whispered praises, "Yes, just like that klein mot."

You moan in breathless relief as waves of pleasure overwhelm you and you're no longer able to help it as your hips roll and jerk against his hand until the intensity of each wave starts to wane, and you feel like you can finally breathe again. You’re so slick now that even though you’re not prepared for it there’s almost no resistance when Klaue suddenly thrusts two fingers inside you, both of you groaning as you clench around them and ride out the last of your climax on his fingers.

“Christ, you came so well, darling.” Klaue murmurs, softening his grip on your hair, and as the euphoria starts to ebb you become aware that he’s watching you intently, his soaked fingers still inside your fluttering cunt.

Only when your body finally goes limp does he withdraw his hand now shining with your juices, and then bringing it up to his mouth you watch mesmerized as starts to clean you off of his fingers. You moan at the sight and when he sees that you’re watching he instead presses two fingers against your lips which you part without question, making a pleased sound when you start to suck them.

“Don’t you taste good, darling?” He drags his fingers in and out of your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, making sure that you taste yourself. “So nice, cleaning me up like this,” he says, but his teasing smile goes dark when you slide your lips all the way to the base of his fingers so that they touch the back of your throat, your eyes staying fixed on his.

Something shifts in his gaze and he suddenly pulls his fingers out of your mouth which you release with a soft pop, and then moving both arms around your waist to support your still shaky legs he guides you across the small room to stand at the foot of your bed. 

A hand reaches up to cup your cheek and you look up at him with a pleased expression but it’s short-lived when his grip suddenly tightens and you gasp in surprise but he holds you there, not allowing you to look away.

"It’s still my turn, and I'm nowhere near done with you yet.” Klaue’s smile is feral as he releases you and steps back, leaving you cold and swaying on unsteady legs as he starts to unbuckle his belt.

"Now, take your clothes off for me," he commands, and even though you just came, his words reignite the embers of your arousal to a low burning flame.

Thank you again for reading! I make no promises about the timeline of Chapter 5 (because clearly I have no idea about these things 😂) but it's definitely in progress, I promise! ❤️