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fanfiction4sooya · 1 year ago

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Double Trouble (G!P Yujin x G!P Gaeul X Fem!R)

To the anon who had this amazing idea, thank you and hope you like it sweet thing! 💖

Warnings are on the following request.

R: Can you write a jealousy fic kinda like the eunbi one but with yujin and gaeul where they get jealous and take it out on reader with rough dp,handcuffs,deep throating, anal and vaginal sex dp and mommy kink;

It wasn't very often that you felt naughty enough to push your luck with your girlfriends. That totally out of ordinary day was fun, pushing past the boys on the MC Countdown show, doing dance challenges, looking way too intensely to Felix, fake blushing whenever he looked at you.

Gaeul and Yujin followed your every move, jealousy dripping in the way they looked at you. They were opposites in everything, perfectly fitting into you in every way possible. (Yes, pun intended)

Whilst Yujin's anger was like a fire that destroyed everything in sight with one touch, Gaeul's felt more like one of those cloudy days with a promising storm in the end.

"She is doing too much" Yunjin said, shaking with that seething jealousy, completely blinded by it.

"Let her have her fun" Gaeul held her hand, pulling her back as she was about to literally snatch you from stage. "She'll forget about this and then we'll have ours" She darkly said, smiling at the tall girl.

You completely forgot about your little sketch a few days prior, peacefully sleeping in Gaeul's bed as she and Yujin were already up, just waiting for you in the kitchen. You woke up, did your morning routine as usual and went down to eat.

"Greetings, earthlings" You said happy as usual, pecking both of them on their lips. They greeted back and your started eating, noticing they were a little too giggly. "What?" You said swallowing a strawberry toast.

"We just planned a surprise for you, baby" Gaeul said ever so lovingly. That took you by surprise and you happily squeaked, you loved surprises!

"Wait, seriously? What is it?" You said, getting up.

"Sure, sweetie" Yujin licked her lips, her eyes lingering on your tits inside your pajamas. "Close your eyes and give me your hands" You instantly did as she said, hearing the small "click", opening your eyes to a pair of handcuffs on both your wrists.

"What's this?" You looked a little bit lost, but still smiled.

"This is your surprise, baby" Gaeul said hugging you from behind, her hard dick pressing against your butt.

"What?" You gulped as Yujin stood in front of you, holding your chin with her big hand.

"Did you really thought we were going to let that little show of yours slide, sweetie?" You gulped, remembering what you did. 'Shit, shit, shit' you thought to yourself. "Answer me" She pulled your face to hers, harshly kissing your lips.

"N-no" You said. "I'm sorry, I was just playing" You said, earning a slap from Yujin, the loud sound scared you more than the slap itself.

"Well, we didn't like your little game" Gaeul came out of nowhere with a pair of scissors, scaring you. "You are ours" She said and Yujin held you still, her bulge very clear on her sweatpants.

"You are going to regret acting like a little slut for everyone to see" Yujin growled as Gaeul cut your pajama's top off of you, the cold air hitting your tits and making you hiss.

Yujin immediately started sucking your nipples, squeezing them harshly, her cock throbbing with need. Gaeul pulled your shorts down, leaving you naked for them. The taller girl pushed you down to your knees.

You knew you were in for a long day, fuck.

"The g-girls..." You tried to reason with them, you were in the kitchen for christ's sake.

"Oh I know you would love for them to see you on your knees for us" Gaeul said, both of the now standing in front of you. She took off her own pants, her cock erect and the tip leaking precum. You gulped, feeling your wetness oozing out of you. "But they are not coming, baby" She jerked herself in front of your face, your tongue immediately going out for you to start sucking her.

"Oh, you are needy now?" Yujin said, lowering herself to get on your eye level, lightly slapping your face. "You are not going to suck anything, baby" She said, going around you and pulling your ass up, your cuffed hands on the floor supporting your weight. You felt her push her cock inside in literally one go and you squealed in surprise. "We are going to fuck your throat, sweetie" She growled on your ear as Gaeul entered your mouth, pushing deep into the back of your throat.

"Fuck" They both said.

They took off, Yujin holding your hips and fully slamming her cock inside of you, not really caring if you were wet or not as if you were just a toy; Gaeul wasn't different, her thick cock hitting the back of your throat as she held your head, pulling you to her. Every time you gagged your pussy clenched on Yujin's lengthy dick.

"You feel so tight, fuck" She said, slamming into you as her eyes closed in pleasure. "Unnie -Fuck- you should feel this" She said, pulling you flush to her. Gaeul was moaning loudly as she saw tears falling from your eyes.

Your jaw hurt, but that was the best feeling ever. You were being taken by them so deliciously you didn't matter getting hurt if it was for their pleasure. You fucked up after all, so it was up to you to fix it.

"Our little fucktoy" Gaeul carressed your face, your hair was a mess already.

"We are going to use both of your holes today, baby" Yujin said on your ear as Gaeul pulled her dick from your mouth so you would breathe. "At the same time" She whispered and you shivered, your pretty cunt holding her dick hard.

"N-no, mommy" You cried out, trying to push them off of you. You never had both of them at the same time, they were both thick and big, how could you?

"No?" Gaeul pouted, lifting your body as she stood behind you. She bent you enough for Yujin to facefuck you as she slapped your ass hard, slamming her dick in you as well.

"Now we are your mommies?" Yujin sped up her pace, you could feel her all the way in your throat. You closed your eyes, cuffed hands placed on her thighs trying to hold her back to no avail, choking on her.

You were shaking, drooling, gagging. A mess as they had their way with your body, groping your tits, pulling your hair. They had been rough before, but never like that.

"I'm gonna cum" Yujin said, closing her eyes as she let her seed on your throat, pulling your head away so it would also fall on your tits, painting your body with her cum. "Mine" She panted as Gaeul kept roughly fucking you from behind, biting your shoulder.

Yujin kissed you marking your neck, being careful not to swipe away her cum from your tits.

"Mommy, please" You looked up at her, doe eyes and all. A saint, for those who didn't actually knew you. "I'm gonna c-cum" You sobbed, holding Yujin's waist so you wouldn't fall face down to the floor, drooling as you started to shake.

"No cumming for you, angel" Gaeul pulled out, slapping her raw cock on your ass as Yunjin made you properly stand. "You'll cum when we say" She kissed you, pulling your hair so you would also kiss the taller woman as she did the same. "Look at her" She pointed your face to Yujin's crotch. "She's hard again, baby" She licked your earlobe. "She's mad at you angel, you made her jealous that day. What do you say to mommy now?"

Your legs were shaking so violently you could barely stand, Gaeul's voice was as hypnotizing as Yujin's dark gaze on your face. Hell and heaven, sun and moon.

"Use me, mommy" You said, dropping to your knees again. "Until you forgive me, please" Pleading, you stroked her cock with your cuffed hands and she closed her eyes, kissing the other woman. "Fill me with your cum, mommies" You did the same for Gaeul, circling your hot tongue on the tip of her length.

"Aren't you cute?" Yujin smiled as she saw you trying to suck both of them at the same time. She pulled her phone from over the table, her camera ready to capture that moment. "I'll make sure to show this to whoever try to fuck you" She said, hissing as Gaeul kissed her neck while you sucked her hard.

"Our little cum dumpster" The other woman said and you whimpered, you loved being degraded by them. "Nothing but a hole for us" She smiled sweetly for you.

They stopped recording, sharing that amused look. You shivered, knowing exactly what to expect next. Yujin dragged you by the hair to the living room, Gaeul already sitting on the couch just waiting.

"Straddle her" She commanded and you whimpered, scared and too excited. "Don't you hear me?" She pushed you to Gaeul's lap, gripping the older's dick and pointing it to your wet slit. The older woman just observed as she pushed your body down, making her fully enter you.

Gaeul was throbbing, her eyes closed as Yujin jerked off at the sight of you split open on your girlfriend's big cock. You were all sensitive as Yunjin already came once and you and Gaeul were being edged, with her holding your orgasm from happening.

"Mommy, fuck" You kissed her, biting her lips as she held your waist to properly slam you on her cock, your clit bruhsing on her abdomen.

You were full on riding her dick as the other went to her bedroom to get lube, coming back jerking herself with it.

"Fuck, you two are hot" She said, her dick twitching in her hand as she poured lube onto your asshole. You shivered, closing your eyes.

"Keep kissing me, baby" Gaeul kissed you, holding your butt cheeks open for the other woman.

Yujin slowly entered you, grunting when little by little she felt you envelope her. You whined on gaeul's lips.

"Oh, god" You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your ass and pussy filled with them. That was actually insanely good, after the first discomfort has passed. "Please mommies, use both my holes" You moaned, trying to move your hips. "Cum in me, please"

You didn't had to tell them twice, as both started to move inside you, groaning and moaning when they felt each other's dicks brush against each other. They were being rough, as yujin fucked down and gaeul upwards, a delicious friction on your g-spot and on your ass.

Gaeul pinched your nipples as Yujin bit your shoulder, the eye contact between them getting you absolutely crazy as you wanted to cum so bad with them. The older one felt by the way you clenched your orgasm wash over you, triggering her to do the same.

"Yujin-a, gonna cum, fuck, fuck" She warned, her eyebrows tightly knit as you were a shaking mess on her dick, milking her dry.

"Me too unnie, oh my gosh" She panted, fucking fast into you.

Yujin was the first one to take her cock from you, too overstimulated already as it was her second round. She panted as you and gaeul became whimpering messes, her cock still inside of you as the puppy started recording again as she slowly took it off.

"Shit, so fucking beautiful" She said as both of your holes leaked with their cum, clenching around nothing.

"You are mine and Yujin's, did you got it?" Gaeul pulled your face towards her, staring intensely into your eyes. Fucking jealous and beautiful.

"Y-yes, mommy" You said, whimpering. "I'm sorry" You kissed her neck and Yujin pulled your face so you would look at her.

"Sorry?" She laughed. "Sorry you will be when we are done with you, angel" She smiled.

"You are not done with me?" You innocently said, fake pouting.

They shared that fucking shady look between them again, as if they shared the same brain.

Oh boy, you were going to regret so much playing with their jealousy...

#gxg smut #ive smut #ahn yujin #yujin smut #kim gaeul #ive gaeul #gaeul smut #ive x reader

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it-was-too-cold-always · 1 year ago

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We're Not in CW Anymore - 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

The reader gets blasted into another universe - one where Sam and Dean Winchester are real people, real hunters, and really fucked up. To her surprise (or horror), Dean has been getting glimpses of her life in his dreams and is completely enamored with her. It's nothing like the cable-friendly CW show that she knows and loves.

Reader x Dean Winchester

Warnings: language, violence

Chapter 4: Target: Expect More. Pay Less.

You woke up to the sound of the most annoying alarm you’ve heard in your life. You groaned. “Please turn it off,” you complained. You heard Dean flail his arm around until he hit the snooze button. “Thank god,” you said, snuggling into your pillow. Why was your pillow so hard? Maybe because it was Dean. You quickly realized what was happening – your head was on Dean’s chest, hand resting on his bicep. His arm was wrapped around your waist tightly. You were CUDDLING with this man. With a jolt, you sat up.

“What the fuck?!” you yelled.

“What the fuck me?! What the fuck YOU!” Dean yelled back. “You were on ME, sweetheart. I think that makes you the more guilty party.”

“Ugh!” was all you could respond. He had a point, as infuriating as it was.

Scrambling off the bed, you tripped over the ridiculously long sweatpants and almost faceplanted into the floor. Dean was making you very flustered, and that was pissing you off. You’re supposed to be keeping your guard up with this guy, not snuggling him. You walked over to his desk, grabbing the pile of your neatly folded clothes. “I need more clothes,” you stated. You weren’t too keen on wearing the same outfit over and over. A clean pair of panties would be nice.

“I’ll give you a card and you can go shopping. Just don’t go too crazy,” Dean said. You rolled your eyes. You were planning on hitting up a Target, not Nordstrom. You headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day, replaying everything in your head. It felt so strong and comforting to be in his arms. The feeling of his rock-hard chest gave you butterflies. You wanted to lie there with him all day and trace your fingertips over his tattoos. No, you thought, you still don’t know this guy. He could be a cold-blooded killer.

You walked back into Dean’s room to find him putting on his boots. You took a moment to admire his tattoo sleeve – you recognized a few references to classic rock band album covers. You wondered if that was the only place he had tattoos.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” Dean teased. You had no idea how long you’ve been staring.

“Just curious about your tattoos,” you answered honestly. You couldn’t think of a snarky response.

“What, TV Dean wasn’t tatted up?” he asked. You shook your head.

“Just that anti-possession symbol on his chest,” you answered. He chuckled and pulled his t-shirt down enough for you to see the same tattoo in the same place. “Like this?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” You rolled your eyes. Why did he have to be this charming?

“Alright,” he said, clapping his hands together, “Sammy’s got a case, and you need to go shopping. Let’s get to it.”

Dean dropped you off at Target while he and Sam went on a supply run. You bought all the essentials – some leggings, a few tops, underwear, socks, a duffle, and you had to splurge on a little eyeliner. It’s not for Dean, it’s for me, you told yourself. You checked out and called Sam, letting him know you were done and ready to be picked up. To your relief, he told you they’re already on their way. You sat on a bench outside with your bags, flipping through social media on your phone. You weren’t following anyone, but you could at least watch the reels. You were entranced with the videos of the bottles going down the stairs, so much so that you barely noticed a figure standing in front of you. Looking up, you saw a tall man with a snapback and a crooked smile. “Hey there baby. Waitin’ on someone? Mind if I join you?”

Great. You literally had nowhere to go, so you’d be stuck with this douche-canoe. You could tell him to fuck off, but the people pleaser in you was scared of how he’d react. You’re not scared to sass Dean, you told yourself. Maybe you were more comfortable around him than you thought. Disrupting your thoughts, the guy sat next to you on the bench, leaning back and placing an arm around your shoulders. Screw this so hard.

“Please don’t touch me,” you said, voice shaking. Way to be assertive.

“Baby I think you’d better come home with me. You can show me all those pretty clothes you bought. I wouldn’t mind watching you undress.” You cringed, not seeing a way out of this situation.

Like a knight in shining armor, you watched as the Impala drove up to the front of the store. Bolting up and grabbing your bags, you hurriedly mumbled, “Sorry, there’s my ride.” Except he grabbed your wrist and yanked you back to face him.

“I think you’re just trying to blow me off, which I really don’t appreciate. Where are your manners?” he seethed. This dude was seriously nuts if he thought you were coming home with him. Before you could say anything, you heard a car door slam.

“Hey dipshit, get your hands off of her before I rearrange your fucking face!” Dean was PISSED. He was coming right at him, fists clenched, the look in his eyes absolutely terrifying. Yeah, Dean was a scary motherfucker. But it kind of turned you on how protective he was being.

“Woah hey man, we’re cool. We were just talking, weren’t we?” the man turned toward you as if you’d back him up. You, however, had your eyes fixed on Dean’s.

“Let’s go,” you said quietly. Dean wasted no time in putting his arm around your shoulders and walking you to the car, but not before sending a swift punch to the man’s gut. You didn’t look back but could hear him groaning and yelling profanities. Dean opened the door for you, grabbing your bags to throw them in the trunk. Flipping off the man as a final “fuck you,” Dean sped out of the parking lot.

“You good?” Sam asked. You nodded, knowing your voice would quiver too much if you tried to talk. Dean simply grunted, not wanting to open his mouth and scare you with his anger. The car ride was silent for about an hour. Dean kept checking on you, looking through the rearview mirror. He was worried. You looked out the window, desperately trying to calm yourself down. The entire situation had you shaking. The fear you felt with that man, then Dean’s booming voice, it was a lot to process. You immediately felt safe when you saw Dean pull up in the Impala. You instinctually knew he’d protect you, and that thought bounced around your head for a while. Maybe this whole soulmate thing was real.

Chapter 5

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tic-toc-clock77 · 9 months ago

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Tw//Familial Abuse, bullying, slight mentions/implied SA, mentions of physical abuse and neglect, Suicidal thoughts, suicidal ideation

Clockwork is an incredibly frequent insomniac; because she was abused by literally every person in her family, she always had to keep her guard up and that included sleep.

She'd fall asleep in class the next day after pulling an all nighter but her bullies would throw things at her to wake her up. She had to find a very secretive spot during lunch and recesses to sleep which landed her in a bathroom stall by herself most times but of course, the bullies found her there too.

School wasn't safe, home wasn't safe. She had nowhere to go, she knew if she went home she'd be attacked one way or another. If it wasn't being hit in the face with a beer bottle by father, her brother would be breaking the lock she placed on her room that she always had to repair herself. She knew she had to go somewhere but where could she go?

"They'd be happier if I disappeared." She thought bitterly, 2 blocks down from her home. It took her a millisecond to take off running as far away as she could get from that place. She didn't have to get hit, she didn't have to get her cries ignored, her insides wouldn't hurt every morning, even if just for a moment, she could be safe and happy. She was going to take that chance.

Late at night, Natalie found at herself at a park with her drawing book and pens in her hands. The hood of the 11 year olds green jacket was up so nobody would notice her. Her pen scratched the paper as she disembodied limbs and organs spewing out of each hole. There was something freeing about it, taking that pain she'd been forced into and making something out of it.

Sure, the girls at school had found her drawing books once and pasted all the images around school, having written things on them such as "NATALIE'S A FREAK!" In large letters across her art but she paid no mind when she was here. Feeling at peace, at long last, she wanted to find a place to sleep but that dream was dashed when the police cars that'd been circling the area finally caught wind of her.

"There you are, Ms. Ouellette." An officer stated, Natalie hid her book in her bag and began to back up. "Now don't run but I'm afraid your time is up out here. I need to take you back to your parents." Natalie was defeated. She wanted to kick and scream but she knew if she evaded this any longer, the beating would only be worse so she stepped toward the man in the car and got led to the back seat.

Finally home, she stood in front of the door nervously and watched her father fuming from the window to the living room. Her eyebrows immediately furrowed in anger at the man as she pushed the door open, ready to get it over with and gone. "I'm back!" She yelled, her father's attention immediately turning to her. He yanked her by the arm and she prepared but when the first hit landed.

"Clockeye?" Clockwork turned on her side to look up at the face that held the familiar gash and she raised her hand to graze it. "You looked like you were having a nightmare so I woke you up." Toby smiled, placing his hand on her hair. "Oh, uh, yeah. Just some bad memories coming back up." She sits up, letting herself rest on his shoulder.

"You okay with telling me about it?"

"....Maybe not now."

"Alright."

Toby plants a small kiss to her temple and she smiles, resting more comfortably against him.

She felt rested at long last.

#creepypasta #clockwork #clockwork creepypasta #natalie ouellette #creepypasta clockwork #🕷️'s headcaons #clockwork dwellers #dwellers au #dwellers creepypasta #🕷️'s writing #🕷️'s au #ticci toby #toby rogers #tobias rogers #ticciwork

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missnobodymadness · 6 months ago

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I've dreamed about Attack On Titan only two times in my life. The first one was right on the same day I started watching the anime and it was pretty much a nightmare but quite normal, I just dreamed I was at home and titans started showing up out of nowhere and that was it, woke up pretty fast.

Then I had one this week after having a very bad nightmare (probably tied to my traumas) where a man dressed as the devil tried to assault me, I made myself wake up from it and went back to sleep and that's when I suddenly woke up in the AOT world, as if I was still trying to push that man away but it wasn't him anymore, it was Eren and I punched him so bloody hard that he was thrown against the wall, Mikasa grabbed him very quickly before his head could hit the wall and looked at me with a "what the hell was that?" expression mixed with a "where did that come from?", I was screaming like crazy, asking him if he thought that what he did was right, screaming how annoying he was and how I was tired of his actions. Eren literally took the blame for the devil man. LMAO Also, I can't forget Sasha's face, she literally jumped. T-T For some reason only her, Eren, Mikasa and Jean were there and I was on a hospital bed.

It's been a few days and I am still thinking about it, it's like I jumped from a dream to another but at the same time, while I was so mad, I also felt like I had just came back home? I don't know, I don't think I've ever felt that happy while dreaming, it's like I belonged there? Such a weird feeling, made me wish for a escape so damn bad, I just want to go there again, even if I get killed by a titan right away, I don't mind, take me back to the AOT world, please. T-T

Sometimes I hate having what seems to be lucid dreams (I wish I could know what the hell these actually are as I've been able to do this my whole life and I don't think I've ever had a dream where I could control myself, feel everything and act like myself, I remember every single detail and they can literally fuck my mental health sometimes), they feel real and when I wake up all I feel is sadness and a big void.

#aot #attack on titan #myownposts #please take me homeee #i'm sorry eren fklsfddsjkf sorry not sorry i mean >:3

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daintylovers · 6 months ago

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Young Loves

1.3 Pack Mentality

Teen Wolf x Aurora Young (oc)

Hearing about Scott's sex/murder dream about Allison, was definitely not how I wanted my day to start.

"I don't know, I just woke up- sweating like crazy, not being able to breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."

Stiles and I seem to have the same thoughts as we chime in, "Really, I have, usually ends differently." Great, I'm no better than a man after all. We both look at each other, in horror.

"I meant, I've never had a dream that real. Also, please don't ever give me that much information about you guys in bed again."

Stiles looks like his head is going to pop off, and I can feel my cheeks burning. In unison once again we say, "We weren't in bed together!" This telepathy thing is not working in our favor right now.

Stiles manages to go on with the conversation while I continue thinking about Scott's comment. "It probably has something to do with your upcoming date. Worried that you'll rip her apart or something."

Scott really does embody a sad puppy dog, the look on his face is pitiful, and Stiles is not helping one bit. So it's up to me to lighten the spirits, "Look, Scott, to be fair you are the first werewolf we've ever encountered- and you're doing pretty good so far! No body count, and no one even suspects anything supernatural!" Maybe I'm not the person to motivate the crowd.

Stiles helps me out, "Yeah, it's not like there's a class you can take. Lycanthropy for beginners is offered anywhere near here."

"Not a class, but maybe a teacher." No, Scott, no way you are thinking of him.

"Who, Derek?!" Stiles smacks the back of Scott's head, harsh enough for Scott to lose his balance a bit. "Are you forgetting the part where we all collectively got him tossed in jail?!"

"Guys you don't understand, dragging her to the back of the bus felt so real."

"How real?" I pipe up.

Like a scene in a movie, Scott answers as he pushes open the double doors, "Like it actually happened."

There's blood. And a bus. But mainly a lot of blood. Is Allison dead?

Fuck

We all make eye contact, confirming what's in front of us. Then pull out our phones to see if we can contact the lanky brunette. Going back inside the school, I get sent straight to voicemail about a million times. Scott is texting her every letter of the alphabet to see if she'll respond. Stiles is looking up if any news stations have covered the case already. Each one of us ends up nowhere.

"It could all be a coincidence," Stiles says, taking my place as worst motivator of the crowd. "A seriously amazing coincidence."

I hit Stiles in his chest, and he glares down at me. I mouth to him to shut up and he mirrors the words right back.

"Guys please just help me find her." Scott wheezes out.

We agree to split up, but Stiles ends up trailing behind me anyway. As soon as my phone buzzes, I'm quick to see who it could be. And thank god it is the woman of the hour.

"It's Allison, she's just running late. She also said that Scott was acting weird and I was worrying her. God, she asked me if I was alright."

"Are you?" he questions, pulling us both to a stop next to his locker. He looks intently for my answer.

"Yeah, yeah, of course. Everything's all good. She's fine."

"No- Rory, I asked if you were alright, not Allison."

He knows. I've been very on edge recently. Suddenly having to fear for your life, and getting a literal death threat, isn't exactly a great way to start the school year again. "I've just been a little stressed recently. All this is so new, and the drama with Derek is freaking me out. But again, I'm fine."

"Whatever you say Tinkerbell." He laughs as he says it.

Tinkerbell is the nickname, besides Rory, that I was gifted when we were kids. Because I never really grew up, the boys started calling me by the fairy's name. Also because she had a "bad attitude", they were just haters. I was their Tinkerbell, and they were my lost boys. Companions for all of time.

****

Making it to lunch today felt more like surviving a horror movie.

The news about the guy on the bus traveled like wildfire, and I was grateful that I wasn't with Scott and Stiles when it happened. Stiles texted me about Scott's freak-out, and we agreed to chill him out during lunch.

"It wasn't a dream, something happened last night. I just can't remember what."

"What makes you so sure Derek has all the answers?" Stiles questions through a mouth full of fruit.

"Because- during the full moon he was in total control. I was busy ruining an innocent man's life." Scott sulks. "I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel."

Even though I should be rejoicing at that news, I say, "Scott, no fucking way are you canceling on her."

"Yeah, Rory's right. You can't cancel your whole life because of one problem."

"If you haven't noticed, this problem has literally become my whole life. So that logic doesn't really apply here."

A new voice enters the conversation, "What problem?" Lydia?

The redhead takes the remaining spot next to me, giving me a smile. The three of us can't help but be shocked, she never sits near them. Me? Sure, but never at the same table if Scott and Stiles were there. Not that she had anything against them. They just didn't exactly fit her popular persona. Jackson was harsh about that kind of thing.

Someone answers here, but I don't quite catch what was said, too worried about being caught. Lydia catches onto my silence and gives me a pointed look. She knows we're lying. But thankfully, doesn't push it.

A few more members of Lydia's clique sit down, Danny on Stiles's left. Allison on Scott's right, Jackson bullying someone out of the seat he wanted.

"So I heard it was an animal attack. A cougar." Danny starts up with my least favorite conversation.

"I heard mountain lion." There goes Jackson, always trying to one up.

"A cougar is a mountain lion." Lydia surprises everyone, even herself. But upon Jackson's glare, she fixes herself, "I think? Right, Rory?"

God I fucking hate him. I always ask, why she stays with him. She gives me superficial answers, but I know that deep down she loves him. Which I can't fathom, maybe he has a softer side only she sees. But it's not worth having to dumb yourself down. Lydia just says I don't get it, maybe one day I will.

I would rather be single forever than go down that route.

"Who cares anyways, the guy was probably a homeless tweaker." Jackson again with the classy commentary.

Stiles gasps and shoves his phone to the center of the table, "Guy's look I found out who it was."

Scott looks as sick as I feel, and says, "I know him. He was my old bus driver."

Lydia saves the day, "Can we please talk about something more fun? Like where are we going tomorrow night? Rory, are you coming? I can set you up with someone extra salty."

Allison and Scott look mortified, their cute date night ruined in the blink of an eye. "We hadn't gotten that far."

"Well I sure as hell am not staying home watching lacrosse videos again, so if the five- possibly six of us are hanging out, we need a plan."

Oh, this is bad. Normal high school level bad. Maybe the werewolf murder scene was easier to handle.

"How about bowling?" she suggests. Absolutely not.

"I'm all good, but thanks Lydia," and then I add, "Stiles and I are gonna work on a project together instead."

She looks dissapointed but shifts he gaze onto her boyfriend, who looks ready to stab his eye out with the plastic fork clenched in his fist.

"If Aurora isn't going, then there won't be any real competition. And I only bowl with real competition." Jackson's not allowed to call me Rory. I made that perfectly clear when he tried talking down to me one time and I punched him in his eye. Now we aren't allowed to stand too close to each other, legally speaking.

Allison bites back, "How do you know we aren't real competition?" She looks to Scott, "You can bowl, right?"

Stiles and I whip our heads in Scott's direction, just waiting for his dumbass response. It's like we can sense when he's about to make a complete idiot of himself.

Scott glares at Jackson, "Yeah, in fact, I am a terrific bowler" Yikes.

****

Yet again, I am losing sleep because of Scott's new issue.

Stiles' jeep comes to a halt outside of the fence, where the bus that housed the crime scene earlier, lies beyond.

We all exit the car, before Scott says, "No way, you guys stay in the car." He comes over to me and places his hands on my shoulders to gently guide me back to the car.

"What?" I try digging my heels into the ground but to no avail. Scott was always strong, but this is ridiculous.

"Yeah, Rory will stay, but I'm coming with" Thanks Stiles. He meets my eyes, "No offense, but I would feel better if I knew you were safe in the car. Not waltzing through a murder scene." My arms whip out to the sides in disbelief. What the fuck man?

Scott stops, and turns back to Stiles, "I'm going alone."

"Okay why is it starting to feel like your Batman and I'm Robin? Alright, I don't mean to be Robin all the time. I deserve to be Batman some of the time too!"

"Who does that make me?" I question, feeling insanely left out. Maybe I should have taken Lydia up on her offer of a girls' movie night instead. Maybe there I would feel more wanted.

"I would say Wonder Woman but sometimes you are evil. So I'll say Cat Woman."

Smiling I give him a thanks, as Scott looks ready to recreate his crime scene. "Nobody is any sort of comic book character any of the time, alright?!"

Stiles, not knowing when to quit says, "Not even some of the time?"

"Stay here! Both of you!"

Stiles huffs in annoyance, as Scott hops the fence and I climb into the passenger seat.

"If I'm Cat Woman, then you would totally be my Batman. Just so you know."

Stiles looks to me with grateful eyes, "Thanks, Rory."

Our moment of peace doesn't last long enough, because in the distance we see a guard shining a light too close to where Scott is lurking. Stiles starts honking his horn, causing my arm to shoot out and grasp his wrist, trying to get him to stop. He gets himself out of my grasp easily and continues making noise.

"Stiles! What the hell are you doing?"

"Scott needs to leave like now."

Before I can answer, I see Scott do a couple of flips and suddenly is he barreling into the back seat, shouting incoherently at Stiles.

The car jerks into motion and we make a speedy getaway. Stiles would be a great Batman- he already has his own Bat mobile and everything.

"Did it work? Did you remember?" Stiles shouts.

"Yeah- I was there last night. And the blood, it's mine."

"Did you attack him?" I ask. I really don't want him to be a murderer.

"No, someone else was in there with us. Their eyes were glowing. It had to be Derek."

"Why would Derek help you remember that he killed someone?" Oh yeah, long story short, Derek is Scott's newfound mentor. But we can't trust anything he says. Cause that makes total sense.

Stiles interjects, "It's got to be a pack thing." Sensing our confusion, he continues, "Like an initiation. You do the killing together."

"Because ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience," Scott replies back.

"Yeah, but what he's saying is that you didn't do it. Which means-"

"Which means I can go out with Allison!" Bingo, bullseye, right on the money.

"Wait I thought she was gonna say that means you won't kill us?" Stiles gawks. Oh yeah, that too.

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A/N: chapter three is down- nine more to go! sorry this was way short- but the date takes up a lot of the episode. I'm watching the vampire diaries currently, and am thinking of doing a rewrite of that as well. let me know if that sounds interesting. as always, my inbox is open! thank you so much for reading!

#teen wolf #fic rec #stiles x oc #dylan o'brien #fiction #fanfic #stiles stilinski teen wolf #teen wolf stiles #stiles teen wolf #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi imagine #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fic #teen wolf rewrite

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alolanroy · 1 year ago

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2023 Media Thread Pt3

Sharkula: Finding out that this director cranks out like 8 of these a year makes so much sense. The editing and effects are bafflingly amateur, and by that I mean I don't know how you can make something this inept in good faith. The casting is...concerning. I'm not referring to the 'college students' that look like weekend warriors, I mean that a certain character clearly had some sort of disorder, and it felt pretty exploitative. Funny bad in a pathetic sort of way. -6/10

Sharkenstein: We wanted to see more, but it turns out that instead of a fountain of infine fun-bad, it was just bad. At east the Franken-shark was a Nazi also somehow -3/10

Ronin Mecha 3: Space Warrior: This is the kind of incoherent bootleg movie that makes you feel drunk and delirious from laughing too much. Literally nothing from this poster appears, but I did have an episode when I saw a Scope Dogg. -7/10

Mighty Lady Sparkle: I admire the passion for tokusatsu but I don't admire the ecchi. It's the kind of movie where you start the movie proposing drinking games over its quirks but 20 minutes in you feel uncomfortable. -2/10

Boneworks: It took a bit for it to click for me, but Stress Level Zero made a really impressive standard for VR gunplay and exploration. That being said, some of the physics takes a bit to get used to and if you don't have good VR legs, this game would be borderline unplayable. The physics puzzles and level design aren't quite up to the valve standard they are trying to live up to, the former being groan worthy at times, but the gun handling is fun enough that I was interested in playing some of the alternate game modes. The confused and underwhelming ending left it on an odd note, but I had a blast/ 7.5/10

Netflix One Piece: Sometimes the performances just don't work and the dialogue doesn't quite hit the mark. However it made me understand the appeal of One Piece and I gotta give props to the costuming, makeup and the few actors that understood the assignment. 7.5/10

The Amazing Digital Circuis Pilot: There is a distinction between marketable and appealing. Content can be made with the intent of being white noise. Nice rendering I guess. These are ideas that can coexist. 2/10

Bakuryuu Sentai Abaranger 20th: The Unforgivable Abare: I was initially afraid that this would be 'abaranger vs the woke mob' I was pleasantly surprised by humor and some out of left field GL. Can't complain 6/10

X-Files Revival: I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. While a few of the comedic episodes were absolute gold, This was pretty sad. Its attempts to stay topical somehow make it more dated than the 90s seasons did. Unfortunately trying to be hip left me with a toothless 16 episodes made mostly of mythology episodes that are clearly supposed to go a whole lotta nowhere. 4/10

Gundam Build Metaverse: Never before has a 10th anniversary season made me feel so old and hopeless. The first episode left me hopeful when it delivered a premise I could see blossoming into a good 15-ish episode show with the occasional cameo and a laid-back Hawaiian attitude to my favorite hobby. The OP and ED promised a good balance of modeling, character cameos, and original drama. Then the last two episodes dropped at once after a two-week gap. That was it. It introduced its antagonist as quickly as she was resolved. Most cameos were still images if they appeared. No one is the right age. The new toys are dispatched so quickly it fails as a toy commercial. This had to have gone through development troubles because of the botched 'metaverse' spawned by the Japanese grants they were handing out...right? I huffed the copium and just got a confusing meh. 5/10

DOA Dead or Alive: Finally, a fighting game movie adaptation that understands the assignment! It's dumb! It's campy! It's exploitative and oggling but in a way that respects its subjects more than most 2000's movies in this genre. It almost loops around to being oddly empowering, an opinion seconded by my girlfriends hooting and hollering at the movie. While one performance was funny bad, any martial arts movie with a ladder fight is great in my book. 8/10

The Last Witch Hunter: Rarely does a vanity projects with someones D&D characters end up this fun. It ranks highly for me in the subgenre of modern-day supernatural hunter movies in an urban setting. Rock solid movie. 7.5/10

Analog Horror Grab Bag: What if a VHS was spoooooooky. Look buddy, mashing MarbleHornets and Exploding Varmits together gets less novel the longer you watch 4/10

Haunting in Venice: I'm not familiar with the original story, but this was a fun and spooky watch. 7/10

Godzilla vs Megalon (2023): I enjoyed the moments of Shin Godzilla cinematography, but mixed with showa-era goofy moves and shonen combat, this short didn't work for me. The chunky soup didn't benefit from an art style that created my least favorite Godzilla design. 5/10

Fest Godzilla 4: Operation Jet Jaguar: RETURN OF DA KING BABYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SHOWA IS BACK IN A BIG WAY 7/10

Pistol Whip: Maybe it was the triggers on my controllers but the timing just felt weirdly off. Trying to deliberately juke the timing killed the rhythm game magic and made me feel more like I was waiting for permission to get the bad guys. The John Wick fantasy this is clearly built for wasn't lost on me though, but without that immersion, I just felt bad. Totally subjectively a 3.5/10

Ultraman Netflix Final Season: I don't really get the appeal of public opinion narratives the way anime seems to make them. Similarly, I don't like when noir stories depend on all of the protagonist's friends requiring zero evidence to turn on them at the drop of a hat. Especially when neither party really attempts to talk it out. Its bad writing and a dub with all of the industries bad habits held up by A really hot alien and a funny magical girl transformation that one time. 4/10

Gundam Trilogy Rewatch: Watched this with two friends who were seeing them for the first time. God these things hold up, especially the 3rd one. Incredible stuff. I and II are a 7/10 for me for good content with weird pacing and III is a 9/10 for great writing and drama. Reanimated sections weren't anything to scoff at either

Skyrim 2nd playthrough: I'll say a playthrough where I know what I'm doing and isn't as sidetracked was better at letting me enjoy the setpieces, I think that without the interstitial wanderlust from the feeling of adventuring a new land, something didn't hit the same. However bringing Sarana(SDA), Lydia(IFD) and a few other talking followers added a certain spice to it. An observation I missed the first time was how hard it pushes you interact with some of the factions in a way I think kinda cheapens their organic introductions.

Armored Trooper Votoms: I reductively pitched this show to someone as the midpoint between Gundam and 40K. There's a lot to love with this series: Gorgeous visuals, concise episodes, and the confidence to change its setting periodically to fun locales like Arakis or Vietnam. Chiricho is a unique protagonist who pulls off the Sigma Male archetype with depth and soul. I was pretty enamored with this from an aesthetic standpoint, but I'm not blind to its flaws. The society is a weak antagonist once they are revealed and the pacing drags as it repeats itself to buy time. While ATs are iconic, they aren't always used with the variety they deserve. While maybe only half the series lives up to this score: 8/10

Knights of the Zodiac 2023: I think this might actually be worst live action anime adaptation to date. Never before have I seen any less interest in adapting the source material than this. I can usually find something to like in a bad movie, but for this I have nothing. Maybe I felt something when we all laughed at the Jump Force cutscenes they used as fight scenes. There's just nothing here. 0/10

Oblivion Override Demo: Ever play Dead Cells? it sure is that with vector graphics. My weakness for this type of robot design puts in most of the work here. movement feels a bit off. 4/10

Half Life 2: VR Mod

-As a way to replay half Life 2: Yep, this is still one of the most important games ever. However, I think that the vehicle sections go on a bit too long and subsequent entries did a lot to improve the visual sameness of a lot of the game 9/10

-As a VR game: Gun handling is excellent. Accessibility options like laser sights for all weapons were fantastic, and they let me help smooth out my own learning curve with the weapons. I will say that weapon selection and two handed aiming was a little cumbersome at times, but weapon reloading was the perfect amount of cumbersome to be satisfying. Even though the game itself didn't get rebalanced to accommodate for VR, it all meshed for a really fun and challenging experience. However vehicle controls were kinda weird and not that great standing. 8/10

Votoms: The Last Red Shoulder: I've come to the conclusion that the real enemy of Votoms wasn't Wiseman, it was the 24 minute episode format. more breathing room meant better pacing and time to really drink in the kino.7.5/10

Cade: The Tortured Crossing: In an incredible stroke of luck I was able to see a Niel Breen film in theaters and I will not lie: it was amazing. The audience was a riot and I nearly passed out from laughter a few times. The editing was surreal and I could see how this was probably stretched from an hour and a half to two hours in the edit. I will not regret giving it an -10/10

Kengan Ashura S2 (???): The real villain is Netflix's release structure. This is one season of anime I saw at a convention like 4 years ago. Its pretty alright. It's competent 6/10

The Mummy 2017: This movie has been a punching bag, both because of the presumptuous launch of the 'dark universe' and also that one trailer that was posted with unfinished sound. Unfortunately, the movie itself is pretty alright and I would like to see more. Plus one point for American Werewolf in London but I take that point away again for another mischaracterization of Dr.Jekyl. 6/10

Votoms Big Battle: Neat stuff. real standout is the fun character design and animation. I also liked the touch of the filter over the villains voice. It kinda hints at how much of a machine he is at that point. 7.5/10

Attack on Titan Final Season part 3: I don't think the ending was bad for the reasons a lot of people say, but I can tell it beefs it in the final chapter. Everything up to that is incredible, Especially the bit with the baseball. Sadly I think the sour note with Mikasa and the tree was an interesting choice that really didn't work out and spoiled it for me a bit. 7.5/10

Attack on titan as a whole... It took a decade. The times weren't always great, but they sure were had. It is politically dense enough that everyone has a half-baked opinion. When it hits, it hits HARD. I think an 8/10. I don't think I was ever bored for a minute.

Godzilla Minus One: I often find myself drawn to the mood of the original Godzilla. Sometimes I wonder if the constraints of its time allows the mind to fill in the gaps. This movie provides us no quarter to do so. It replicates this horror without leaving any to chance. I think this because more than any other in this series, the stakes feel truely desperate and personal. This felt like watching one of those truelly classic films for the first time (oddly enough I was reminded of Jaws...) I'm not sure if it surpasses Shin or the 1954 original yet, but I give this movie a 10/10 with no hesitation.

Knights of Sidonia (Manga): I'll be honest, the first few chapters did a lot to turn me away the first time I tried this, but this series is certainly not the collection of anime tropes I expected. The art is amazing once Tsutomu Nihei hits his stride. The intricate detailing and compositions have to be seen to be believed. I will applaud it for leaving a lot of room to breathe. Most wouldn't resist overexplaining the aliens. The interpersonal story is pretty gutsy, especially considering the resolution to the romantic angle and some surprisingly not weird treatment of characters with fluid genders. However, I think a lot of characters fell through the cracks in favor of the harem angle that was starting to develop (typified by the robot tsundere who felt really unnecessary). 7.5/10

Furi Demake: I get that this is just a little fun proof of concept, ut the Game Bakers kinda under-prooved a few important parts. Namely, the music is generic and the hit hit detection for parrying was wonky. EX: a ground slam you are supposed to parry from right below confused the directional inputs since it can't figure out which way you are facing. 6/10 but I would play a full version of this concept.

Jetborne Racing and Star Trek Bridge Crew: Early VR games with a predominant online component, slow gameplay and wonky controls? in 2023? Yeah Jetborne is unplayable since there's no one online and Bridge Crew is just unintuitive to play. Instead of space mysteries the gameplay consists of figuring out how to undo your space-parking brake 2/10

#watch thread

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facelessxchurch · 2 years ago

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Question And Answer Contain (minor) HBL Spoilers #08

Presumably Landy included that part (and the Masked bitch that Ghastly fell in love with whose name I am literally already forgetting ranting about how children are pointless and she hates them) to meet HarperCollins’ quota of anti-motherhood, anti-natalism propaganda for the book. Hannah Foley seems to serve the same purpose in phase 2 with her twelve kids and Valkyrie’s barely-restrained contempt for her.

You can call me a schizo for saying that there’s some kind of conspiracy to undermine the concept of motherhood and make young women feel like they’re fools for wanting to have children before they’re in their late 30s (or worse) and used up and tired from their meaningless career and can only have maybe one or two children if they’re lucky, and maybe you’re right, but that doesn’t make the messaging in that direction any less prevalent in society and media at large. Which it is. Shit’s everywhere.

Maybe HarperCollins nudged him to do it, maybe he’s just so inculcated with this kind of ideology that it comes out in his work without any effort by anyone. He seems like the kind of nasty cunt to just hate children, doesn’t he?

Reminds me of author notes I read a few days ago from Darren Shan- also published by HarperCollins -where he mentions refraining from putting references to his vampires- who are a large clan that are predominantly male, since very very few women become vampires, living in a mountain in the middle of absolutely nowhere -resorting to prison sexuality, since he knew his publishers would, quote, “hit the roof” and make him take it out anyway.

Heh. Writing about the scarcity of female vampires reminds me of something else. I took a very anthropological approach to the vampire clan. I loosely based the clan on real warrior tribes of the past and present, like the Celts, the Samurai, the Masai Mara, and then tried to imagine how such a society would evolve if the members lived for hundreds of years. Because vampires don’t mix much with humans, and since there were so few women among their ranks, it made sense to me that homosexuality would be quite common in the clan, as it was among many tight-knit groups of soldiers in the past (the ancient Romans, Greeks, Spartans, etc). I was going to mention this in Vampire Mountain – I even had the idea that there would be little “love caves” where the guys could go to get away from the hustle and bustle for a while – but I knew my publishers would hit the roof and demand it be written out, as they work themselves up into a state if I include any kind of sexual references, be they heterosexual or homosexual or anywhere between, so I reined in my anthropological observations and kept quiet.

The book in question was Vampire Mountain, released in 2001. How times change!

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Ngl as much as I think HarperCollins is a woke piece of shit company, I think this is just Landy hating kids. Like, it’s well known he doesn’t like kids, so it’s baffling that he is a kids book author. Also, the whole rant against kids is just him insulting his target audience. Then again, that’s nothing new and he thinks it’s an on-going joke that he call’s his fans weirdos, I think he doesn’t like his fanbase all that much, even before half of it turned against him.

I actually agree with old!HC that there should be no sexual references in kids books. Amazingly Landy managed to sneak perviness in anyways with stuff like the panty scene. Stuff like gay vampires can be referenced in 16+ media and not 12+ media tbh.

#HBL Spoilers #answered #anonymous

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bird-of-eternia · 1 year ago

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Charlie, Leader of Nothing

---A short story of Jude Nikkels, a young person transported to the town of Nothing, Nowhere. A fantasy world filled with whimsy, charm, and mystery, led by Charlie, a young boy with an undiscernible nature.

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Then I woke up. The first thing I felt was the cold. Then the hard ground beneath me. I tried opening my eyes and groaned. A wave of nausea hit me like a freight train. Slowly, I sat up, every muscle screaming at me to lay back down. At my side was a tree sapling. I could literally see it growing, reaching its infant branches to the sky. I reached out a hand and the sapling raised me to my feet.

“Thanks,” I whispered with a hoarse voice, brushing the dirt and leaves from my pants.

“No problem!” a squeaky voice responded.

I whipped my head around to see who it could have been, but there was no one to be seen. Had the tree talked to me? Of course, they had talked in my grandfather's stories, but it couldn't be possible…I was just tired and lost.

I could feel my breath quicken as I looked around at the forest surrounding me. It was dusk, the sun setting through the trees. I could hear little critters scuttling through the underbrush. Nothing looked familiar, there was no way I could find my way home. How far into the forest was I? How long had I been out here? I couldn’t even remember how I had gotten into the forest.

I closed my eyes, taking three deep breaths, like my therapist had told me.

“In 1….2…3…4…5,” I raised my palms to the sky, “and out 1…2…3…4…5.” I pushed my palms out. Okay, just calm down and make some observations. I told myself.

So I slowly spun in a circle taking in everything I could see. A black squirrel eating walnuts, a purple butterfly fluttering near a blueberry bush, a path down the center of some pine trees. “Ah!” I yelped and stumbled back hitting a root with my heel and almost falling.

I had thought the saplings were growing with branches stretched to the sky but they were reaching towards their parent trees. Oaks, Ash’s, walnuts, hickory, and pine all staring down at the saplings, a smile on their faces. Yes, faces. A closer look would show that each tree had intricate lines, almost as if the beatles and wood ants had carved the eyes, mouths, and noses. I was staring at a particularly defined tree face of an old oak tree when its eyes shifted to mine.

“Hello dear,” it called down to me. “What are you doing in the nursery?” The voice was calming and warm like a grandmother.

“Uh…” I searched for words, finding none, settled for a shrug.

“Ah, well…You’ve been sleeping for quite a long time dear.” The branches of the grandmother oak creaked as they lowered. There was a great wind as they swung past other trees, almost knocking a sleeping bird from its perch. The bird seemed not to notice. This happened often I guessed.

“Follow the mountain pines down the path and you’ll find Nothing dear.”

I nodded and started down the path. “Wait!” I shook my head. “Nothing? Why would I walk down the path to Nothing?”

Grandmother Oak chuckled, the sound like wind through the leaves, it made me smile.

“Nothing is truly constant in life!” said Grandmother Oak. “and everything does change for sure.”

An ash tree piped in “You just have to make an effort!”

“Oh!” said the mountain pine nearest me, a deep gravelly voice. “And you just have to know, that its…its a…” he trailed off, not sure of the next words. A sapling growing beside him tickled his bark gently, “courage papa!” it squeaked. The mountain pine laughed, showering me in pine needles. “Courage!” he exclaimed. “Courage that will take you too high.”

The sapling reached out, snagging my sweater as it grew. “So that you will reach the sky!”

I tugged my sweater from the sapling. “I dont understand?”

“You’ll reach the place that you wished for,” she soothed. “Have that courage to go so far, you know what you really are.”

“But what is Nothing? How do I know when I’ve reached it?” The trees began ushering me down the path. The leaves tickling my ears and twigs poking my back.

“Down the path dear! Thats it, on your way to Nothing!”

Eventually the trees stopped pushing me forward. I pulled the sweater tighter around myself.

“I guess its smart to follow a path…but what if its an animal path and not man-made?” I laughed at myself. “Who cares about that! There were talking trees!” I felt like I was losing my mind. “Where am I?!” I shouted to the darkening forest. The snoring trees startled awake, shushed me grumpily, and began to snore again.

“Nowhere!” A voice called in the distance.

It sounded far away and yet…like it was talking directly to me.

“Yes, you!” it called again.

I walked faster, squinting to see as far as my eyes would let me. There was something there. Something twinkling in the twilight of the forest.

“Come quickly!” it called, a bit louder now, a young man's voice.

I began jogging down the path, trying not to trip on the multitude of roots popping up haphazardly.

“Faster or the trees will fall on you!”

Just then a snoring tree in front of me wavered, tilted, and fell onto the path with an oddly soft thump. The trees were falling asleep!

I picked up the pace, sprinting around tilting trees and jumping over others that had fallen. I was nearly crushed by a falling birch tree as it swung down just as I hopped over its brother tree.

Finally I could see it. A small village up ahead. There were brightly colored lanterns spattering light of every color in every direction. At the end of the path I could see a young man anxiously bopping from foot to foot. He waved me on excitedly, cheering after every near miss.

“That’s it!”

“Oh! A close call!”

“Watch out!”

“Falling oak! Eleven o’clock!”

“Right on!”

I nearly fell to the ground at his feet, bent in half, hands on my knees, breathing like I had just run a thousand miles.

“Good on you!” He slapped my back a bit too hard. I tumbled forwards, catching myself just in time.

“Hey! Watch it buddy!” I gasped out. My eyes went wide once I got a better look at him. He was tall and lanky, no older than 17 and trying desperately to grow a sandy red beard. His clothes were mismatched and at first glance you may have thought he was wearing rags, however, the clothes were high quality and well taken care of, it was the amount of clothes and patterns he wore that was misleading. He looked like he was meant to be cosplaying David Bowie as the Goblin king but got messed up and added some Freddie Mercury with his yellow leather jacket.

The boy straightened his tricorne hat and many scarves, obviously noticing my wide eyed stare. I couldn’t help it. I knew exactly who he was. I just didn’t want to believe it.

“I’m trying something new.” He said smiling. The smile stretched his whole face. It was a smile, I thought, that would light up a room. It was welcoming but full of naivete and mischief.

“Jude is it?” he asked. His accent was strange, I couldn’t place it. At first it sounded like a strong brooklyn cadence, then a smooth southern twang before quickly becoming absurdly northern european.

“I’m going insane.” I rubbed a hand down my face.

“Well then,” he put out a hand to shake. “We’ll have none of that attitude! My name is Charlie!”

I chuckled, grabbing his hand and shaking. “How is this possible?” I motioned at the village. “I’am going insane.”

This time Charlie chuckled. “You’re not going insane! Not possible in such a lovely place eh bud?” Canadian this time. He patted me on the shoulder. I stared into his mismatched eyes, one green, one brown, and shook my head in disbelief.

“Welcome to the village of Nothing! Your grandfather said you’d be comin’,” He grabbed the edges of his yellow jacket, standing tall. “I’ve been personally directed to help you on your way!”

“Where exactly is that?” I slumped.

“Nowhere of course!” He laughed standing on his tip toes, head thrown back to the night sky.

Charlie was real and I was really Nowhere….

Nowhere, the world my grandfather had written about in his journals…the world he had told bedtime stories about…The world I had played pretend in when I was a child. I used to dream about someday having adventures with Charlie, camping within the Talking Tree forest, swimming in the nether oceans, hunting down crocodile rats… This was kids stuff.

“I shouldn’t be here Charlie.” I sighed.

“Oh aye, your grandad said you’d say that. Ain’t true though, swear it, I do! Have a few adventures here an yer bound tah find the way home.”

Well, if I was truly stuck here for who knows how long…I might as well have some adventures with Charlie for now.

#writer #author #comedy #writing #stories #fantasy #whimsy #whimsical #talking trees #puns #fantasy worlds

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delusion-of-negation · 2 years ago

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I had the most vivid dream, and I just realised I kinda ranted all this without a read more so I'm editing it to add one lmao sorry for that

anyway, it was fucked up. so I was winning a debate with a woman on youtube, and I was wearing a mask- like one of those demon-ish ones, it was made to look like metal over my eyes with little horns on top. and the woman eventually got pissed with how the debate was going, and started making fun of me for dying and shit. and I just let her go off for a bit. and after- I said it was five minutes, but the ensuing drama informed me it was like three minutes and forty seconds- I muted her mic and said that I wouldn't tell the internet this shit if it'd hurt my feelings, and she was only pulling that crap because she could only get three concurrent viewers sitting there in a dress barely above the tip of her chode, so she was just trying to generate outrage. she switched right away to play the victim, as soon as I turned her mic back on. and called it sexual harassment. which I laughed at, because obviously it was just insulting what she was literally doing. and yes, I know that she was cartoonishly mean 'cause my brain literally made her up to be the villain- so obviously she clipped it and put it on twitter. having never even seen my face in full, people called me cis-passing, so obviously too privileged to say that, so I said the only passing I'm doing is away. and it wasn't even a particularly big drama, but then this guy covered it, and his chat was like "to be fair she did make fun of [them] for dying" after it became obvious that he hadn't seen what happened before (the chat and the streamer called me "him" to make it sound worse that I was "sexually harassing a woman"). he said that doesn't justify it, but eventually he got me on to "talk about it" (ie farm content). and after a short exchange, I said that tbf she started the exchange of insults then pussied out when either a) she realised she'd brought a knife to a gun fight, or b) she got the big dramatic clip she wanted. and he said "yes or no: do you think there's anything somebody can do that makes it morally okay to sexually harass them?" because of course we were going the "it's victim blaming" route. and I started to clarify a little that I didn't accept the framework (the moralising or that I sexually harassed anyone), but that if we- he interrupted to say that it's a simple yes or no. so I was like "I was getting to that, if we call what I said-" "it's a yes or no question" "sure" "it's yes or no" "do you know what a synonym is?" and that was a Whole Thing. so then, obviously, the question of "why aren't you saying that about this man?" comes up, "you're not wearing a dress or mocking my disabilities" and so then he objects to the framing of "mocking my disabilities". speechless. woke myself up. still mad about this. I am legit frustrated. plus my brain blue-balled me on calling him a cunt. like, she spent almost four minutes mocking me dying and that is not ableism, but me saying chode is sexual harassment? cunt shit. none of these people are real and I want to hit them all with sticks.

edit: should probably clarify I passed out at 10am (yes am) after multiple cups of coffee, having not taken my meds, watching an argument on youtube - this didn't come entirely out of nowhere.

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cjjohansson · 3 years ago

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YOU'RE IT FOR ME

SUMMARY ; you and Natasha argue over your mission gone wrong.

supersolider!reader x natasha romanoff

angst/fluff.

fighting/blood/injury/swearing word count;3.4k - this is my first ever attempt at writing anything. im so sorry if its terrible.

As always Steve woke you up at stupid oclock in the morning to brief you on a quick unexpected intel mission. He told you the base you were being sent to has not long been abandoned and if anyone was there, to eliminate the threat like you always do. Lucky for you, you had super-solider serum running through your veins so this mission was simple and easy for you to complete alone. You only had to retrieve some files on HYDRA creating another super-solider serum.

However Natasha wasn’t too happy about you being woken up so early meaning she had to wake up to a cold bed and you were nowhere to be seen throughout the whole compound. She looked around for you everywhere only to end up running quite literally into Steve, he obviously knew who she was looking for and finally spoke up, “Oh, if you're looking for Y/N, they went on a quick mission.”

“What do you mean a ‘quick mission’, they would have come to say bye?” Natasha responded suspiciously due to the fact that you would never leave without saying bye or giving her a quick peck on her lips regardless of how long the mission would take.

“A quick intel mission, the only person I could see who had potential in succeeding was them. Woke them up 3 hours ago, they should be back within 2. They’re fine Natasha, you don't need to worry.” Steve thought to quickly remind her that you were more than capable than going on a mission alone and that you certainly didn't need to be worried about, you’re a super-solider for god sake.

“OK, just next time notify me too when they’re going so I'm not walking around looking.” Natasha walked away straight after that proceeding to the training room to blow off some steam about the fact that you didn’t say bye.

Meanwhile

you had got to the base a little over 2 hours ago, and when Steve told you this base was abandoned you had no idea why you actually decided to believe him. The base was in fact NOT abandoned and within the first 10 minutes of you slowly making your way to the base from the quinjet you was swarmed with at least 10 HYDRA agents. You worked as quickly as you could taking out the threats left right and centre with your guns and some quite literally being thrown straight into some trees. You managed to get the agents down in record time, you was quite impressed with yourself to say the least but you knew you should call for backup, you reached for your comms only to be met with a sickening buzzing sound surrounding your ear drums, you threw your ear piece onto the floor and just continued towards the base. At the end of the day you still had a mission to complete after all.

You finally made your way into the base to see that maybe Steve was right about one thing: the base itself was abandoned but the surroundings were not. “Idiot” you thought to yourself about Steve sending you on a mission with not all accurate information.

You’re making your way through the base using your enhanced hearing for anything that doesn't sound right, guess it's somewhat of your lucky day when you hear nothing so you continue your path down the long narrow corridor to finally reach the head scientists room to gather the files about HYDRAs own knowledge on developing a new form of super-solider serum. You always wondered why people had an obsession with powered and enhanced people but at the same time you understood why. You just wished yours wasn't forced on to you and that you were given a choice but you were soon to be one of HYDRAs secret weapons, but when the Avengers found you, you had just been injected with the serum. The Avengers were infiltrating HYDRA bases when Lokis scepter had been stolen, they found you just in time and took you in straight away.

Plugging in the usb drive to transfer all data, the transfer popping up onto the screen telling you that it would take 10 minutes, “Easy enough.” that's what you had thought until you could hear footsteps coming from down the corridor. Quite heavy, long strides, possibly over 6ft tall, only one person, even better. You made your way to hide behind the door so when it opened you could attack right away, but that never came. Instead a metal arm came crashing through the wall you were standing up against grabbing you by the throat and throwing you half way down the corridor, it took you a moment for you to try and stand up but by the time you was about to stand a fist was already being swung towards your face, keeping you locked on the floor below him. You knew this soldier was like you, you could feel it but you also knew that you might not get out of this fight easily, they were much stronger. That face looked familiar, the blurring of your vision from the hits making it harder to properly see but you knew it was familiar. The beating continued with left and right hooks being thrown against your face, the blood rushing out of new cuts across your face, your busted lip and most likely broken nose. You couldn't give up. You knew that for sure. You managed to find the strength to start dodging the punches coming right at you but you knew you needed to get that drive and get going quickly. Rolling out from underneath the soldier as they went to drive their metal arm straight into your face you grabbed your gun and shot the soldier in the stomach and sprinted back to the room to collect the usb and get going, you knew it was the only way to run rather than end up dying here alone. You finally reached the doors of the base to continue your sprint when you heard that sound of a bullet coming straight out of a gun, it buried itself right into the back of your left leg but you had to keep moving, the blood gushing from your face and now from your leg reminded you to definitely tell Steve to “fuck off” when he comes into your room before the suns even up again. Continuing the sprint, you started to only imagine one thing. That Natasha was going to have your head when you got back to the compound.

You could see the quinjet right in front of you and you had never been so happy to see one so much in your life but just as you was to step one foot onto the jet another two shots were heard behind you, you KNEW this soldier wasn't going to give up and you definitely knew they would keep up with you. The bullets finally lodged themselves into your body, one straight into your right leg and the other straight into your lower back coming out through your stomach. This wasn't good. You were just about on the jet pulling yourself up as the option to stand wasn't even an option anymore, telling FRIDAY to close the hatch and get in the air and back to the compound as quickly as it could and make sure to have medical on stand by as you land. Moving yourself to try and sit in one of the chairs holding pressure to your gunshot wound in your stomach, you heard a familiar voice ring through the speakers of the jet.

“Y/N come in, do you copy?” Natasha. Just as you go to open your mouth to reply your vision starts to blur and all that you manage to croke out are inaudible slurs, until your vision completely goes black.

To say Natasha was pissed off at Steve and you was an understatement. Oh if looks could kill Steve would already be 6 foot under. They stood on the landing pad waiting for the quinjet to arrive back at the compound but what they were expecting was not what they finally saw when the door to the quinjet opened. There you laid on the floor, choking on the air and laying in a puddle of your own blood, paler than anything they had ever seen. Before Steve and Natasha could even make it to the quinjet fully, the medical team were rushing in and putting you on a stretcher taking you straight into surgery. Natasha didn’t even make a move she stood there completely lost with that imagine in her head, but as soon as a doctor shouted you had no pulse it was like she was snapped back into reality her body was on flight mode, she made the move to try and run to you as quickly as possible but Steve had already grabbed her round the waist and was holding back against her vicious punches and kicks shouting at him to ‘let her go or he will regret it’. The sounds of Natashas shouting soon caught the ears of some of the other Avengers, running outside one by one came Wanda, Bucky and Sam. Confused by the commotion until they finally heard the sobs of Natasha in Steve's arms and the puddle of blood in the quinjet, they instantly knew this was about you.

Natasha had been pacing around the waiting room for 2 hours now, everyone telling her, you're ok and the surgery will be over with soon. But they didn't know if you were ok and when the surgery would be over they just wanted Natasha to sit down and stop pacing. Just as Natasha finally took a seat a doctor walked straight in front of them staring at Natasha.

“Are they alive?” Natashas voice coming out weak filled the waiting room, the anxiety from the question entering everyone's mind to know the truth.

“Yes”

They all finally let out a breath none of them knew they were holding. Natasha finally looks down and letting some more silent tears roll down her cheeks, she looks up at the doctor.

“Can I see them?” no one has ever heard Natasha sound so weak and vulnerable, they all knew yous were together, yous never kept it a secret openly flirting in front of everyone and you making it very clear who Natasha was to you at parties when you'd go up to her at the bar and put your arms around her waist and start slowly kissing her neck no matter who she was involved in a conversation with. But no one had ever seen this side of your relationship, the hard side of worrying and panicking when one of you was injured or on a mission. The vulnerable side and lets just say you and Natasha were not ones to let people see you both so small and fragile.

Following the doctor into another room there you laid on the bed your stomach wrapped tightly and also your legs, the bruising on your face a nice bright purple. Your skin had slowly started to have more colour in and Natasha had never been so relieved. She made her way over slowly towards your bed afraid any type of sound would wake you up. She wanted you to rest, but part of her wanted to shout and scream at you for not calling for backup or even just turning around and coming back home. Turns out she wasn't as quiet as the sound of the chair moving wakes you up from your sleep.

The bright lights make you hiss and groan. You make your way to sit up thinking it was all a dream, that is until you feel two sets of hands on each side of your body pushing you down.

“Lay back down y/n, you're hurt.” Natasha, there it is again that sweet voice you've spent months waking up too, but it's different. It sounds broken like she has been crying and is about too again at any given moment. Opening your eyes was a struggle but you finally got there. In the room stood Steve, Wanda, Sam and Bucky and sat next to you ever so gently holding your hand is your Natasha. You go to turn towards Natasha but Bucky catches your eye, everyone sees the hesitance in whether or not you want to finally speak.

“He looked like you.” that's all you manage to choke out before Nat is passing you a cup of water to drink slowly. Everyone starts to look around confused straight from you back to Bucky. Until you finally speak up again.

“The guy that attacked me at the base, thanks Steve by the way maybe next time send two people instead of one into an ‘abandoned’ base, yeah abandoned my arse.” Everyone smiles at your sarcasm but quickly pushes that to the side to ask the question everyone is so desperate to know.

“Babe,what do you mean by he looked like Bucky?” ah, Natashas voice, you simply turned and smiled at her squeezing her hand.

“Well like I said Talia, he looked exactly like Buck. Metal arm, red star. Long black hair. All the facial features are the same but not the eyes, they just looked black. Was hard to know for definite with the amount of punches I was receiving but if no one was to know Bucky like we do, then people would be sure that the Winter Soldier is alive and well.”

Bucky stood there dumbfounded not even knowing what to say or even think, everyone just looks confused at what you’re saying it makes no sense but then again yous are all in a room with three super-soliders, a witch, a highly trained ex-assassin and a guy that has robotic wings for christ sake.

“Ok i think we should all take a break give Nat and y/n some space ok? Come on guys, we can debrief you later y/n/n yeah?” Steves the one to speak up this time probably too confused and tired to have this conversation.

“I know what you're gonna say Tasha, and i'm not in the mood to hear it so can we leave the telling off until tomorrow? Ok, thanks means a lot.”

“No. we are talking about this now so it can be over with and we can move forward. Its simple really y/n/n youre a fucking idiot!” her voice starts to get louder as she continues her rant.

“You call for backup no matter the excuse you call for it or you get back on that jet and come back home no mission is worth more than your life you know that! Ugh, i’m so fucking angry at you for being so fucking reckless! You could have died? Why can't you see that? Just because you have that serum it doesn't make you invincible you know that but you've acted it! All of this for some files? How can you expect me to not be upset or angry? You’re my partner, and i love you more than anything but when you act like this it makes me think if you are even thinking about me when youre risking your life for some stupid usb.” she looks away as she continues to cry, your brain now trying to process all of these words but also all of these emotions. Wait, did she just say she loves you? You have been together for nearly a year now and neither of you had even said that yet, you both knew it but never dared to say it.

“You love me?” it's your turn to choke out now, you know you love her but one minute she is calling you reckless and an idiot then she is telling you she loves you?

“Of course i love you, you fucking idiot!”

“Ok, ok, still mad i got it” she slowly turns to glare at you this time but she sees your tears slowly rolling down your face and she instantly softens her glare. You take her hands into yours and you know you have to say it back because if you don't she is going to be even more mad than what she already is and one thing you don't want to deal with right now is a mad girlfriend because she is so scary.

“Hey Talia, listen ok? I love you too. I do, I really do. I'm sorry i was reckless, i should have come back but it was like my body was on auto mode and yes like you said that isn't an excuse i know that ok. I thought i'd be ok on my own and well clearly i wasn't as i’m in a hospital bed but i’m here. I know we both worry when we go on separate missions and I know you probably worried more because I didn't come and say goodbye but I was hoping to be back by the time you woke up. Steve said it was abandoned and when I got off the jet and started walking no one was there and then I was ambushed by some guards but I took them down with ease and there was no one else in sight, my comms went off and they were buzzing and I just carried on. I needed to do this mission baby, I needed to get this information about the serum so we can try and stop HYDRA creating more soldiers and putting them through pain. I’m sorry I've hurt you, I didn't mean to do that, I was just doing my job but I'll tell Steve for next time that if i’m to go on a solo mission that you need to be with me ok? No more solo missions, not just for me but for everyone. We need to be safe. Especially with another Winter Soldier walking around like he owns the place ok? I love you Natalia, I’m sorry.” you've already lowered your head at this point too embarrassed by telling her we all need to be safe and that you love her.

You feel one of her hands move from yours, you think she is gonna walk out but instead you feel the softness of her fingertips tracing the bruising on your cheekbones before you even have the chance to hiss at the tender touch her lips are pressed so intensely against yours. You've kissed many times before but this kiss, it's just so different it's as if she is trying to tell you exactly how much she loves you and how much she is happy you're here just by this kiss. You move your hand up to her face and slowly move it round to play with the hairs at the back of her neck, she hums and slowly stops kissing you. You didn't want that kiss to end and you groan in frustration and she chuckles at your little outburst, Nat leans her forehead against yours and finally lets out a breath. You're ok, she knows it now.

You both sit in comfortable silence for a while forehead to forehead until you feel a shooting pain in your stomach, you hiss in pain and move away to lie back down on your back. Natasha is up in an instant thinking she has hurt you but you're quick to calm her nerves.

“Baby it's ok, just some pain. Come and lay with me, please?” you pull your puppy dog face, a face you know she cannot resist. She simply smiles and makes her way back over to the bed as you shuffle over to make room for her. The next minute you're both lying and she is snuggled into your side, your hand drawing patterns on her back and her arm ever so carefully laying above your wrapped stomach.

You understood why she was mad at you, you put your life on the line and didn't think twice about how she would feel with the consequences. You hated yourself for that, you knew you'd feel the same if it was her laying here injured and not you but it wasn't.

The room was silent, a comfortable silence. One you and Natasha both could just relax too.

“When I said I love you y/n, I truly meant it. You're it for me” she moved her head off your chest to look into your eyes, her eyes held so much emotion and you knew right then and there again like you had known for the past year that you were going to marry this woman.

“And you're it for me Natalia Alianovna Romanoff. I love you Talia, forever and always.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natalia romanova #natalia romanoff #black widow x reader #marvel mcu #natasha romanoff imagine

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zuretha-metal · 1 year ago

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Update 8/27/23

Hey, y'all. These oast couple months have been interesting. One of my physicians is moving on to the biggest and best job, my favorite coworkers quit, and we're officially down two nurses in-clinic. Podcasts might literally be the only thing holding me together, lol.

Penumbra S5: Okay, so this season so far has just sort of... made me cry? It wasn't much of a tearful reunion in Juno, but listening to them bicker like the old days and get back to the basics (the first thing that drew me in about this show was the space noir private eye vibes) was refreshing. So refreshing, in fact, that I went back and re-listened to, "The Case of the Murderous Mask", "The Train From Nowhere" -- the end of Season 1, Season 3 in it's entirety, and then I re-listened to Season 4 just to listen to Juno and Nureyev be in love and listen to Juno pine. The lady has some big emotions, and I love him for it. As for Second Citadel, that first scene of Season 5 hits like... really hard. And I was so scared for Talfrin, but then Angelo was there. The second he swooped in and announced himself, I started sobbing. I'm glad Damien was able to be reunited and that they've learned what is happening to their world. Quanyii is a little scary right now but I think I would be too if I took a magic edible and bad tripped my way through the Mirrored Planes and gained horrible knowledge and as soon as I woke up, I found out the love of my life had gone missing and the place was getting bombed. Definitely an understandable reaction. Our little lizard kissing boquet made me cry at the end of the episode. You know why. Last season brought everyone together only for this season to send them sprawling apart to possible doom.

Desert Skies -- I didn't get to listen to much of this yet, but it is a trip. If their frozen burrito aisle didn't send me, the fact that they refer ghosts glitching and having unfinished business by using the acronym "SUB"bing has my absolutely dying. I have no idea how to explain any of this to anyone, and it's still like...weirdly well-written. It's wholesome for being so, so nuanced.

Midnight Burger -- KB got burnt out about halfway through the second season. Still, I've got about 4 new episodes the listen to, and I'm very excited. We have a chaplain at our hospital who does the same three prayers on a loop, but she prays so nice it reminds me of Effie, and I actually feel better after hers.

Batman: The Audio Adventures -- This is great to listen to. It gives me spooky noir detective vibes and also lets me simp over a man who can't eat dinner until 2:22 in the morning because he's got two occupants in his mind. These voice actors are so good, and they paint a picture of Gotham that is so immersive and interesting. I had to stop listening so my boyfriend could catch up, so I'm excited to listen to more.

Things are so busy right now as our clinic transitions to make sure we can still see patients, and also because I've accepted a position in as an extra in a dinner theater production. Our first rehearsal is tonight, so wish me luck!

My Running Favorite Podcasts List:

The Penumbra Podcast - Juno Steel mysteries. I've dipped my toes into Second Citadel, not sure if I want to sacrifice my soul for it just yet. As for Juno's stuff, I would die for every member of the Carte Blanche and the first episode still gives me chills, even on the fourth relisten.

Welcome To Night Vale - my first podcast. My favorite baby. I listened to this thing walking the mile to and from campus and the mile across the highway to work for a year. I based my marching band tech assignments in Night Vale 's school district. Go Scorpions! (The web address is floating around somewhere out there if you're interested in the Big Rico's Sell-A-Slice fundraiser for new marching band uniforms!)

Good Morning Night Vale - Great recaps of episodes and the cast are just...abolsute goblins. Very feel-good. Good for my soul, good for yours, good for the All Mighty Glow Cloud's - all hail ❤

The Two Princes - Absolutely lovely. Short, dynamic, and absolutely charming. I listened to this one a while back and don't remember much except a totally relateable main character, a cursed forest -- also lots of gayness and a flying ship. Beauty and grace.

The Orbiting Human Circus - Strange. Very Pan's Labyrinth in the realm of, "reality?" I love the music and the old-timey feel. Still picking my way through the Naughty Till New Year's collection, but I'm a sucker for the stories they bring to the table.

The Magnus Archives - I cried a bunch. Made art. It's beautiful. The only smart man in this podcast is Joshua Gillespie. Amen to my man with all the braincells who said, "Put the key in a bowl of water and freeze it." I, of course, picked all of the stupid people as my favorites and all of them are dead. Except one.

Marsfall - Just started this one. Chaos. Amazing imagery. Also ANDI - I'd die for that sweet boy. And for some reason it just makes me think of Starkid's Starship? Bc like, it's detrimental AND campy. Excellent.

#penumbra podcast #midnight burger #desert skies #batman the audio adventures #juno steel #second citadel

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sinner-as-saint · 4 years ago

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‘Till We Bleed Out - 2.

Vampire!bucky x reader AU

Part 2 of this series.

Run-through: Your car breaks down on a deserted road on a rainy night. You have no other option but to seek shelter from the nearest house you could find; the mansion, which happened to be the talk of the town for its mysteriousness along with its equally mysterious owner, Mr. Barnes. The universe can be tricky sometimes but the fact that you found yourself at that mansion’s doorstep at that time was no simple coincidence. That one night changes everything forever - quite literally. True love, past lives and creatures from folklore; turns out it’s all real.

Themes throughout the series: vampire!bucky, fluff, smut, angst

You woke up realizing that you had surprisingly fallen soundly asleep last night, after the strange dream about the handsome man; who was kind enough to let you take shelter from the storm in his home.

Speaking of the storm, you got out of bed and walked over to the window, pulling the curtain aside. You noticed that the weather was even worse than last night. Heavy rain, and nonstop thunder. Although, it seemed like a very cozy day to just stay inside. You sigh with a soft smile on, perhaps you’d get to know more about Bucky today.

You turned back around and noticed something you hadn’t last night. Roses on the nightstand, as red as blood and just as hauntingly beautiful. Your smile grew; there was something enchanting about red roses. A bunch of it looked like the embodiment of poetry and there was no other way you could explain it.

You approached the flowers and inhaled their fresh scent. Oh how you loved them! How come you didn’t notice they were on the nightstand? Anyways, you walked into the bathroom and brushed, showered and were about to change into another pair of sweatpants when you noticed more clothes in the closets. A sundress caught your eye and you decided to wear it. It fit you perfectly. You twirled in front of the mirror, checking yourself out when Wanda walked into the room.

“I see you’re up, Miss.” she smiled at you. And you noticed she had the same look in her eyes, like Bucky did. That of sadness, or helplessness. But you tried ignoring it.

“Good morning.” You gave her your best smile and noticed how she took in your appearance.

“You look lovely. Anyways, I came to let you know that breakfast is ready. Mr. Barnes is waiting for you downstairs in the dining room. Come down whenever you’re ready.”

Wanda left and the brief mention of Bucky brought back the memories of last night’s dream. It was definitely weird that you had such an explicit dream about him, but the weirdest thing was that you were not feeling the slightest bit guilty about it.

You took a deep breath and stepped out of the room. You made your way downstairs, leisurely. Taking in more of the décor and the paintings on the wall. These must have cost a fortune, you thought.

You found Bucky in the dining room, sitting at one of the ends of the large table. You had to admit, even the furniture in this house seemed pricey. Bucky set the newspaper down upon seeing you. He let his eyes roam your frame quickly and his smile broadened. “You look lovely,” he commented.

You smiled, just a little shy and whispered a ‘thank you’. As you took a seat on his left, he spoke again. “The storm intensified. Looks like you’re not going home today.” he said with a genuine smile. You began to oppose naturally but he insisted. “You’ll be safe here.”

You agreed. You picked a few food items from the large trays and took a few bites while Bucky got back to his newspaper. The silence was comfortable, the two of you seemed perfectly alright with sharing the space without feeling the need to fill the void with any conversation. It felt like this was part of your routine almost.

You sipped on coffee and discreetly lifted your eyes to look at Bucky. He munched on a piece of fruit while focusing on some article in the papers. His body language made him look like an older man; eating while reading his newspaper. But his face didn’t look a day over 35. The contrast made you giggle and that caught his attention.

He turned to face you with a raised eyebrow. “Something funny, miss?” he sounded like he was teasing you, politely.

You shook your head and set your cup down, and upon doing so you noticed the red roses in a vase in front of you, again. The sudden urge to ask a question took over you, “Your wife, did she like red roses?”

“They were her favorite.” He seemed unfazed by your sudden curiosity.

“What was she like?” you asked again and the smitten smile on his face gave away how much he loved her. Love like this was rare, and you felt just a little envious of the late woman. She was so lucky, you hoped she knew.

“Like the answer to all my prayers. Beautiful. Every little thing about her was so, so beautiful. She was kind, smart and funny, and fierce. She made me a better man. She was delightful.” You noticed he looked you right in the eyes as he spoke. His answer gave away that he worshipped that woman.

“I hope she knew how much you love her.”

He gave you that soft smile again. “I made sure to remind her every single day.”

You never knew rainy days could be so lovely. After breakfast Bucky offered to show you his library because of course he owned one. And you had the time of your life just walking around and running your fingers over some of your favorite books.

You noticed red roses on the coffee table as well, by the couches in his study room/library. While reaching for a copy of Pride and Prejudice, your hand brushed with his and your whole body felt like it was electrified. You pulled away sheepishly, but he held it up to you and you took it with a smile, admiring the front cover.

“Your favorite?” he asked.

You nodded, excitedly. He let out a little laugh. “You can have this one. I have plenty of other copies.”

You smiled so big your cheeks hurt. “Thank you, Buck.” you were so excited that you walked past him, hungry to explore the other side of his library - without realizing what you just called him.

Meanwhile Bucky was both surprised and elated. Buck… no one called him that except for-

“What’s in there?” he heard your voice and turned around immediately. You were pointing at the partially hidden door at the end of the room. “That’s where you hide all your secrets?” you teased, using the same tone he did this morning.

He laughed and nodded. “Yes, you caught me.”

You two shared a laugh and then he insisted that you should see the piano room. You agreed and just as everything else in the house, the grand room was equally as breathtaking. White couches, brown pillows, plants, full of light even with the stormy weather and a large balcony adjoined to it. Perfect.

“It’s beautiful,” you said as you admired the room. You could hear the heavy rain hitting the window panes, it was comforting. You noticed the well-maintained piano right by the door which led to the balcony, “Do you play?” you asked and he gave you a dramatic look which gave away that you had just bruised his ego.

“Miss Y/N, how dare you question my skills?” He answered with a smile on, then proceeded to play the most melodic tune you had ever heard. You weren’t much of a musical person, but you knew a melancholic tune when you heard one. It was, as most things in this house, hauntingly beautiful. Even the music carried a sense of nostalgia, and homesickness.

You closed your eyes for a moment, getting lost in the music which filled the room effortlessly. Familiar, very familiar. Then it hit you - this was the same song being played at that ball in your dream. You opened your eyes immediately, baffled at the weird coincidences taking place lately.

You found yourself gravitating towards the bench, and eventually you sat beside Bucky. He looked at you for a brief moment, then resumed playing somewhat of a softer tune. You smiled at him and suddenly it all felt like a déjà-vu. Like you’ve lived this exact moment a hundred times before. Sitting next to him, your elbows brushing, him looking at you lovingly, yet with sad eyes. His cologne, the slight gray in his eyes, the weather - it felt like a forgotten dream was coming back to you.

You had to find something to say otherwise you felt like you were about to lose your mind. “You said you worked all day everyday. So is today your day off?” you tried to lighten the mood.

He let out a little laugh. “Like I said, I rarely get visitors. I’m just making the most out of your company.”

He was drop dead gorgeous, and he could make your heart race with just a few simple words. A dangerous combination really.

He kept playing as you walked around the room, taking in every little detail. This was the only room in the house which had white roses in the vase, instead of dark red ones. Well, the white ones matched the interior better here. Your gaze fell upon something interesting next.

“Vinyl records?” that seemed to catch his undivided attention as he stopped playing and turned to you.

“Oh yes. It was one of my… old hobbies.” He answered.

You giggled. “You say old hobbies like you are over a hundred years old.”

He chuckled and got up from the bench. He walked over to where the records were kept, picked one out and carefully placed it down on the record player. A soothing tune filled the room again. Much lighter and happier than the piano earlier. A stark contrast to the gloomy weather but it still, somehow, fit perfectly.

Bucky extended his arm out in front of you, out of nowhere. “Dance with me.”

You didn’t hesitate for a single and took his hand immediately. Bucky held you close; his hand at your waist pressing your body to his gently. His other hand held yours delicately. Your arm placed over his shoulder as you stared into his deep, piercing eyes. And just like that, you two swayed slowly to the sweet, slow music. Effortlessly, gracefully and without any awkwardness or hesitation. Almost like you’ve danced a thousand times before.

You giggled as he twirled you around and pulled you closer almost immediately. And when you looked back up into his eyes, it felt like a déjà-vu again. Only this time, you knew where you had experienced something similar to this - in your dream last night. The ballroom, the gown, the way you danced. Just like this.

Your body tensed up and you weren’t blinking, Bucky caught the change in your behavior. “Don’t think about it.” he murmured.

“About what?” you used a much softer tone as well. You and him were so close you could whisper and you were sure he would hear you perfectly.

“Whatever it is you’re thinking about.” He spoke as he swayed you gently. “You’re here, with me. I don’t want you to think about anything else.” It sounded more like a plea than a request. There was something else he was trying to say; inexplicable, hidden in between the lines. Somehow you caught it.

You nodded. “I’m here.” You spoke without paying much attention to what you were saying or doing. “With you.” All that mattered in the world right now was that you were in his embrace. His ocean blue eyes were the only thing you could make sense of.

You felt it then. The warmth, despite his cold hands. The sparks flying around, despite the dark and gloomy weather outside. He started leaning in and you met him halfway.

His hand moved up to gently cup your face. His lips brushed against yours briefly as he paused and waited to see if you would pull away. Seeing you didn’t, he pressed his lips to yours. You shivered at how delicately he caressed your cheek with his thumb. Kissing him felt natural. Like a habit. His lips were soft and familiar. He tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you closer.

Your hands instinctively slid into his hair, he moaned under his breath as you tugged on it gently. Bucky tilted his head to the side and deepened the kiss, nibbling on your lips and gently stroking your lower lip with his tongue. You felt giddy and warm. And safe.

He pulled away just a second before Wanda stepped into the room. “Dinner’s ready.”

Bucky told her you two would be downstairs in a minute and you caught that look on her face. A look of pure joy and satisfaction. You didn’t understand why.

When Wanda left, you faced Bucky again, now just a little nervous. “I.. I didn’t-,”

He silenced you by gently holding your chin in between his fingers. “Shh sweetheart.” His gaze spoke volumes; he was perfectly alright with this kiss. “We should go downstairs.”

Dinner was perfect. Lovely conversation, lovely wine, the same stormy weather outside but inside Bucky’s home; all was well. He told you that you were more than welcome to use his library if you wished to do some light reading before bed. You agreed.

You grabbed a book and curled up on one of the couches and he did the same, sitting right across you. You found yourself re-reading the same sentence over and over again because you couldn’t focus. Not when you could physically feel his eyes on you. You even caught him staring a few times and giggled whenever he seemed flustered after being caught.

There was ease between you two. And the next two hours went by comfortably.

“It’s late, I should go to bed.” You spoke as you stood up. He did as well, and when you looked into his eyes you began wishing that this storm outside lasts forever.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He whispered, leaning in and kissing you at the side of your mouth.

“Goodnight.”

You tossed and turned in bed. Somehow, falling asleep was a little harder today because you couldn’t help but think about how it felt when Bucky kissed you earlier. The sound of the harsh storm echoed inside the house, but it was still comforting.

The loud roar of the thunder was the last thing you heard before drifting off to sleep; dreaming again, this time of red roses, blue eyes, balconies and paintings…

Arms wrapped around you from behind, embracing you in a tight hug. “Do you like it, my love?” the silky smooth voice asked. You looked down and you smiled at the sight of the wedding band on his finger.

“I love it.” You looked up at the frame hung on the wall. It was a painting of you and your husband, delivered to you that morning itself. “We’ll keep it here forever.”

You heard a soft chuckle, then felt a pair of lips kissing your neck softly. “Even longer.”

You turned around and came face to face with Bucky, with slightly longer hair, tied in a low, neat ponytail. Behind him was a very familiar door. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. “We should get going, else we’ll be late.”

The surroundings faded, and you were now inside a dimly lit ballroom. The grand chandelier was mesmerizing, but not more than your husband’s eyes. He was gorgeous, your man; even with half his face covered by the masquerade mask he was still perfectly able to take your breath away.

He smirked, as though able to read your thoughts. He leaned in, and the rest of your surroundings was suddenly a blur. “Do you wish for us to go somewhere more private, sweetheart?” He whispered in your ear.

You bit your lip and nodded, only then realizing that you were wearing a mask as well. Bucky smiled, tugging on your hand and dragging you along to wherever it is he was taking you.

The room around you morphed again and you found yourself running up a staircase with Bucky, giggling and holding onto each other for dear life until you finally made it to the top. You found yourself on a balcony.

“Where are we?” you asked.

Bucky stepped closer, pushing you gently against the balustrade. “Home.” He leaned in and kissed you. His mouth moved against yours gently, passionately. His hands were on either side of your waist as he pressed you further into him. Your hands instinctively went to his neck as you gently pulled him closer.

As you closed your eyes and cherished his touch, an image of the painting from earlier flashed in front of your eyes. But you forgot it just as quickly as it came because Bucky’s touch took over all your senses. His hand slipped under your dress, and went right to your wet core.

You giggled into the kiss as his knuckles brushed faintly against your core and you moaned at his touch. He cupped you in between the legs and the palm of his hand pressed against your throbbing clit. His mere touch was driving you insane. His lips left yours and he kissed his way to your neck; sharp teeth nipping at your skin. At the feel of it, your own canines sharpened out of nowhere.

Surprisingly, it didn’t feel like it was the first time that it happened. You seemed comfortable with the sudden change.

Bucky kissed all the spots which made you weak in the knees; he knew your body by heart it seemed. While he kissed your skin, his fingers moved slightly against your dripping core. You moaned, tugging on his hair just a little.

“Be quiet for me, sweetheart.” he mumbled against your skin as he slipped two fingers past your folds. He curled his fingers inside you immediately, and stroked your walls gently. You moved your hips against his hand as you chased your orgasm. His thumb rubbed your swollen clit furiously as you bit your lip to keep you from moaning.

“Buck…” you were breathless, each nerve ending on fire as pleasure washed over you.

“Shh sweetheart,” he quickened his actions and slipped his fingers in and out of you incessantly until he felt your walls clench around him. “Cum for me,” he whispered. You moaned, biting your lower lip as you came all over his hand.

Once you recovered, he pulled your dress up, making it bunch around your waist as he stepped in between your legs again; kissing you like his life depended on it. He undid his pants and hoisted you up his own body. You wrapped your legs around his waist quickly for better balance and he leaned the two of you against the balustrade once again.

You felt his hard cock pressing against your skin as he kissed you hungrily. His hand dipped in between the two of you and he guided the tip of his erected cock over to your dripping entrance. The brief friction caused you to moan into his mouth.

“Be quiet for me, yes?” he spoke against your lips, almost as breathless as you were. You nodded frantically. And with that, he pushed himself inside you quickly. You felt all of him once he was completely buried in you. His cock twitched inside you and you bit your lip to prevent a moan from escaping your lips.

He held your hips, and your hands gripped his shoulders desperately as you tried to keep your voice down. You pushed your face into the crook of his neck, nibbling on his skin with your sharp fangs as he rocked in and out of you. You moaned quietly against his skin as his throbbing cock sped up into you. He pounded into you relentlessly, earning more and more moans and gasps out of you.

He growled when he felt you clench around him. “Bucky…” you moaned and he immediately placed his lips on yours to stop you from making more noise. He loved how you lost control under his touch. He loved the sound of his name leaving your lips.

“Shh, sweetheart. Quiet,” he mumbled against your lips as he felt your walls milking him perfectly. “We can’t get caught fucking in our own balcony while we were supposed to be hosting a party downstairs.” He ended with a chuckle.

You whined. “Well if you weren’t so insatiable,” you teased. He scoffed, holding you at the curve of your ass, hands under your dress as he occasionally squeezed your butt cheeks, making you giggle and moan at the same time.

“Says the one who lures me in like a seductress every moment of every day,” he sassed back. He slammed into you relentlessly while you tried your hardest to not to scream out loud. You felt a pressure building between your hips, and it seemed like he felt it as well because he dipped his head into the crook of your neck and swore under his breath as he sped up again.

Your thoughts became cloudy, and all that you could focus on in that moment was the force of his thrust. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you found yourself unable to form proper thoughts. Your clit rubbed against his pelvic bone each time he filled you up.

Your body moved along with his like a rag doll as you could no longer keep up with his thrust. Soon, you felt the warmth taking over. And a familiar tingle went down your spine as your walls clenched around him. You gushed out all over his cock with a loud moan…

You woke up gasping, shocked that you had dreamt such explicit dreams two nights in a row now. You looked around and realized that it was still night time. You could still replay the dream in your head like a vivid memory. You closed your eyes and took deep breaths.

The painting.

The painting seemed so real, so detailed. You wondered if-

Wait, that door you dreamt of. You’ve seen it before, haven’t you? Large, dark wood with beautifully detailed carvings on it, golden doorknob…

You gasped again. It was the door in the library. Your heart raced. Could it be… ?

You didn’t think twice before getting out of bed, grabbing the robe Wanda had left you earlier you stepped out of the room. Your breaths got shallower and shallower as you reached the library.

It could very well be just a weird dream, right? You jumped at the sound of the thunder, and realized that you were already inside the library. You stared at the door. This was the exact one you dreamt of.

Fuck it. You walked towards it, blocking out any thoughts which told you to turn back around and get back in bed. You twisted the doorknob and it was unlocked. You pushed the door open, stepping inside you found a secret room. About the same size of the library, or maybe slightly more spacious.

It looked like a more modern and luxurious version of a drawing room. With the usual, couches, carpets and… and paintings. For a moment you almost didn’t want to find it. You didn’t want to find that painting of you and Bucky; which you had just dreamt of because if or when you do, what then?

You looked around, the light from the two chandeliers illuminating the room just right. There were regular paintings one would find in an expensive mansion like this one; views of countryside, mountains, rivers. There were some paintings of people you couldn’t recognize but you knew, deep inside, that they seemed familiar.

You almost let out a sigh of relief when you didn’t find the painting from your dream.

Almost.

But then you saw it. The largest frame in the room. Right above the golden fireplace, mounted on the wall perfectly straight and right in the center of the room.

It was the painting you dreamt of. The one of you and Bucky.

“What the hell?” you whispered as you approached the fireplace, craning your head up to look at the oddly familiar painting.

You two seemed so happy. You were in a rose gold gown, and Bucky was well-dressed in navy blue. A lovely moment in time, captured in a beautiful painting. You weren’t quite sure what to think as you looked at yourself in the painting.

Your eyes instinctively trailed down to the bottom on the frame. And in cursive black painted were written the words which gave you goosebumps: ‘Mr. & Mrs. Barnes. 1872.’

“What the hell?” you repeated.

This time you heard a voice speak up, from behind you. “You should be in bed, sweetheart.” He said softly.

You turned around and found Bucky leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed and a look on his face which you couldn’t quite decipher. You turned to look back at the painting, and then back at him again. He hadn’t aged since 1872 it seemed.

Your heart raced again.

It couldn’t be… could it?

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witchywrter · 3 years ago

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“Home” (Part 5/?)

Paul Lahote x reader

Part 4

Summary: y/n returns from college in California to her hometown in Forks to find things are not as she left them. She soon discovers that a lot more things have changed then she initially thought.

Warnings: mentions of death, car accident, verbal fighting, cussing, i think that covers it

A/N: i am literally so sorry for not updating sooner guys lmao i’m trying to update all my fics now, especially this one bc i love it. i’ll get the next one out next week. love you all!_______________________________________________

You felt so much pain as you began to regain consciousness and could make out someone calling your name.

“Y/n?”

You turned your head to the source of the sound to see a Doctor at your side, his hand on your arm. He was very handsome. Not exactly your type, but still. He looked to be around your age, far too young to be a Doctor already.

“Hello Y/n, my name is Dr.Cullen. You’ve been in an accident”

Your head was throbbing and you felt pain radiating from your stomach and leg. You looked around to find that you were indeed in the hospital.

You looked down at his hand on your arm. It was ice cold, absolutely freezing. He must have noticed you looking because he removed his hand.

“How long have I been here?” you asked, looking back to the Doctor.

“About a day and a half. Do you remember anything?” he asked kindly.

“There was a man in the road, he came out of nowhere. I swerved to try to avoid him” you said trying to remember.

“Your car flipped four times and caught fire. A piece of glass punctured your abdomen and another your left thigh, narrowly missing your femoral artery. We were able to stop the bleeding and stabilize your condition. You’re lucky to be alive, if your friend hadn’t been there to pull you out when he did, you could have died” he finished, shaking his head.

“My friend?” you asked.

“He’s from the reservation, one of Jacob Black’s friends I believe” he said.

Well that didn’t exactly narrow it done much. Your car was totaled most likely. You’re dad’s car, the one thing you had left of him.

“You’ll be okay, but you need your rest. You can be discharged tomorrow morning and the stitches will dissolve on their own in two weeks” he said has he picked up your chart and began walking away.

“Oh, one more thing. Sherif Swan called me, if you still want that internship, send over your resume and you can start after your two weeks” he said with a slight smile on his lips.

“Thank you Dr.Cullen” you called out as he left to check on other patients.

You looked over to your side to see an array of gifts on the beside table and chair. There seemed to be something from everyone. Flowers with cards from Leah, Sam, Emily and even Charlie and his daughter Bella and a big card from Quill, Embry, Collin, and Brady with all their own little messages and signatures.

The huge, brown bear sat on the chair with a red ribbon around its neck didn’t seem to have a card accompanying it.

You grabbed your phone from the side table and unlocked it. There were a few messages from friends and one from your mom. You opened up your mom’s message and read:

“Why did I have to find out from the Sherif that my daughters been in a car accident. You know what it was like for me when your father passed and the fact that you’d put me through that again is appalling”

This was followed by multiple messages about how horrible of a daughter you were and how you have no excuse for ignoring her text messages.

She had no right to bring up your dad like that. As if you got into an accident to hurt her, as if you were unconscious and not responding on purpose.

Your dad was driving home one night after a long night at the hospital when he was hit by a drunk driver. He was pronounced dead at the scene. You never got to say goodbye. Never got to tell him you loved him one last time.

You turned your phone off and set it on the side table and laid back down. Although you were out for a day and a half, you felt utterly exhausted, mentally and physically. You pulled your blankets back up and closed your eyes, hoping for a full nights rest.

You woke up to the curtains flying back, sunlight flooding the room. Your eyes stung as you were blinded.

“Wake up loser, it’s time for a jail break” Leah said in a very cheerful voice.

“No Leah, I’m not dead and feel amazing” you say in a sarcastic voice.

“That’s exactly what i wanted to hear. Seriously though, are you okay? You scared the shit out of everyone” she said, her voice taking on a concerned tone.

“Yeah, just beat up. Should be at healed up in two weeks” you say, sitting up.

“Here, I brought these from Emily’s house” she said, tossing a long sleeve, pants, socks, undergarments and shoes onto the bed.

After you changed and signed the discharge papers, you and Leah headed back to Emily’s place.

“What a bitch,” Leah said with disgust as she climbed the steps.

“I know, I still can’t believe I’m related to her” you say shaking your head.

Leah opened the front door and you hear “Surprise!” as you walk through. Everyone but Collin, Brady, Quill and Paul were there for your second homecoming.

Jake ran up to hug you, but Leah stepped in front of him.

“You wanna rip her stitches dumbass?” she said like a mother correcting her child.

“Oh shut it Leah” Jacob said, but gave you a much gentler hug than he originally intended.

“How are you?” Jake asked.

“Well I think I might fall over and die if one more person asks how I am” you say laughing. You stop as a stabbing pain shoots from your abdomen.

Sam, Emily and Seth hug you as well before you finally make it to the couch to sit down.

“What happened?” Embry asked taking a seat next to you with Leah on the other side.

“I was driving back here and I looked down at my phone for barely a second and when I looked back up there was a man in the road” you said.

“Well you know what they say about texting and driving” Seth said but the joke fell flat as no one laughed.

“What did the man look like?” Jake asked in a serious tone.

“Pale I guess, black hair, I’m not really sure. Why?” you asked, confused.

“No reason, just wondering” he said looking over to Sam who was sitting on a stool by the counter talking to Emily.

“Do you know who pulled me out?” you asked Jacob.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Dr.Cullen said one of our friends pulled me out of the car before it caught fire”

“Oh, uh, Paul did” he said.

Paul. Of all of your friends you had thought it might have been, that was the absolute last person you’d think would save you. If anything he’d probably be the one to toss you right into the flames.

“Oh” was all you said.

The front door opened and in walked Quill and Paul.

“Well I’ve gotta get back to..work” Jacob said standing up.

“Me too” said Seth as he followed Jacob to the door.

“Heal up Y/n!” Jacob yelled over his should and he and Seth left.

Quill came over and sat where Seth had just been and gave you a hug and Paul went straight to Sam without even acknowledging you.

Not like it mattered anyway.

“How are y-“ Quill started.

“Fine” you cut him off.

Through the rest of the day, people started to leave one by one as they had work, school or other things to get to. Eventually Paul said his goodbyes to Sam and Emily and began walking out the door, again without saying a word to you.

You got up as quickly as you could without hurting yourself and momentarily excused yourself from your board game that you were beating Embry in. You walked out the door just as Paul was off the steps.

“Hey!” you called to him.

Paul stopped and slowly turned back to you.

“What?” he asked rudely, not fully meeting your gaze.

Instead of responding with the same attitude, you walked down some of the steps.

“I just wanted to say thank you. Jacob told me what you did” you said gently.

“It wasn’t exactly like there was a choice in the matter” he spat.

“Could you just not be a complete asshole for once in your life? I’m trying to thank you for saving my life” you said, anger getting the best of you.

“Well it would have saved me a world of trouble had I not” he said.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you ask, raising your voice.

“Nothing. I-I can’t do this right now, I won’t do this right now” he said, voice equal to yours now.

“No, come on Paul, let it out. Say what you need to say!”

Paul started shaking with anger and as much as you knew you should stop, your anger wouldn’t let you.

“Say. It.” you seethed.

“Paul!” you heard as the front door swung open.

You turned around to see Quill come running down and barreling into Paul, pushing him away from you. Sam came running out too.

“Get him out of here!” Sam yelled.

Quill grabbed Paul and pulled him out into the woods.

“What the hell?” you asked

“Get inside Y/n!” Sam yelled.

“You don’t tell me what to do” you said angrily

“Get. Inside. Now.” he said sternly.

You scoffed but turned on your heal and went inside and upstairs, waking right passed Emily and ignoring her as she called out to you.

Who did they think they were, telling you to get inside. Paul always had anger problems, this wasn’t anything new.

You hate him.

“Well it would have saved me a world of trouble had I not” replayed again and again in your head. You hated him for making you feel less than, for making you feel worthless.

Him saving you meant nothing. He was a dick to you your entire life and you didn’t care that Sam asked you to lighten up on him. No one bit.

As you laid down to sleep, not even bothering to take off your clothes or change, you wiped the single tear that escaped. You hated him and always would.

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You were walking through the woods to get to your favorite spot again. It was the middle of the night, but Jacob asked to meet you there. The moonlight shown through the thick trees, illuminating your path.

Everything was so green and beautiful, you missed being home.

You walked a little farther when your foot hit something, stopping you in your tracks. You looked down to see a rock jutting up from the ground. It was the same one you fell on the other day. It still had blood on it, fresh and bright and not at all dried. That wasn’t right. You fell days ago, it should be dried or the rain should have washed it off.

*Snap*

You spun around. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, that same feeling of being watched returning. You shouldn’t be out here. Emily warned you.

You scanned your surroundings, but it was too dark. What happened to the moonlight? You squinted your eyes and saw him-it.

The man from the road, eyes blood red, skin pale as snow, hair dark as the night around him. He cocked his head to the side, watching you.

Where did he come from? Had he been watching you the whole time? Was he in the woods that first day?

You could try to outrun him, you didn’t know how far into the woods you were, you didn’t even remember how you got here. You went to take a step back but he was in front of you instantly and attacked, grabbing your arm.

You jolted upright, breathing heavily. You looked around. You were in your room, at Sam and Emily’s. You were safe. You ran your fingers through your hair as you looked out the window. It was the middle of the night.

There were things that weren’t adding up. Everyone has been acting weird, telling you to avoid the woods, saying that whatever has been attacking people isn’t animal or human, the man in the road, even Paul’s behavior has been worse than normal…something wasn’t right, you could feel it in your gut.

You knew what they told you, the warnings, but with everything that happened with Paul and your mom, you didn’t care anymore. You were gonna find out what was going on, no matter what.

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A/N: hey guys! i hope you enjoyed this chapter! lots of stuff happened and i swear we’re gonna get more paulxreader interactions from now on. love you all❤️❤️

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le-poor-writer · 3 years ago

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Serve at First Sight (Kageyama Tobio x F!Reader)

"I bet I can..." Hinata mumbled and narrowed his eyes at him.

"Hah?" Kageyama glared back. "What did you just say?"

"I'm not good at setting. BUT I BET I CAN HIT THE LONGEST AND FASTEST SERVE!"

"IS THAT A CHALLENGE?"

"YOU WANNA GO NOW?"

"Uh... Kageyama, Hinata, Stop messing around or else you'll get an earful from Daichi-san." Yamaguchi tries to mediate the situation. The last time the idiotic duo did something stupid, all the first years had to run extra laps. And he was not up for that today.

"No use talking to idiots Yamaguchi." Tsukki sneered. "They have an IQ capacity of a teaspoon."

Hinata stood at the line of the court, deciding to go first. Throwing the ball into the air, he jumped as high as he could. As if he were a crow that leaped into the sky. His ball managed to land a good one meter away from line of the opposite side. A loud bang resonating the court and he beamed smugly at his tall opponent. Kageyama had a ball ready in hands as he took Hinata's place. Itching to outperformed the record set by the orange-head. Closing his eyes, he briefly replayed Oikawa's diabolical jump serve from their previous practice match. He knew he was a hundred years too early to be able to do that. Doesn't mean he won't try his luck though.

With a deep exhale, he took flight. Blocking out all sounds surrounding him, save that of his squeaking shoes and the volleyball as he slapped it forward. The stinging sensation felt on his hand causing him to grin. Not quite like Oikawa's, but still powerful. This is it, it will definitely plunge further than Hinata's. And it did. The ball flew pass that one meter mark. And hit a person. Kageyama's eyes blinked twice before the situation finally seeped through his thick skull. He had hit someone's head! Suddenly he could hear his surroundings again. Hinata panicked scream. Yamaguchi running towards the unfortunate human being who fell to the ground. Tsukki trying not to laugh at this slapstick comedy.

Kageyama sprinted towards the person. A hundred thoughts running through his mind. Is the person alright? Is he going to get in trouble with Daichi for this? Where are the third years anyway? Most importantly, when was that person there? How is it he did not notice them? What were they doing there in the first place? Surely no one would actually collapsed from that hit, right? He stood behind Yamaguchi who was trying to communicate with the seemingly unconscious person. And that was when Kageyama noticed, the person was a girl. A petite girl. He kneeled beside Yamaguchi. She seemed to be a little pale.

"Hello?" Yamaguchi tapping her shoulder. "Excuse me, can you hear me?"

No reply.

"KAGEYAMA KILLED SOMEONE!" Hinata hollered.

"What are you going to do now Kageyama?" Despite knowing that she only passed out, Tsukki decided to humour Hinata.

"I'll take her to the nurse's office." Immediately he carried her and jogged out of the court. Hoping not to run into anyone. Especially Daichi.

He couldn't help but glance at her face every three seconds. Wondering if she will wake up midway. But she didn't and that worried him more. If it weren't for her soft faint breaths he would have thought that he actually committed manslaughter with his jump serve. Besides, she has such a small frame. He was afraid if he really did break her. Kageyama held her closer to his body. Noticing how she fit snugly in his arms. And when looked closely, she's actually really cute. A blush spread quickly all over his face. What was he thinking? He doesn't even know her.

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(Y/n) blinked slowly. Feeling slightly dazed.

She woke up late today, all because of that stupid extra Japanese literature homework that had to be submitted during first period. And because she woke up late, she skipped breakfast. She wanted to get something during lunch, but had to drop by the school library to return some books that were due today. Well what do you know, apparently everyone needed to return their books today. If she had known she would've asked her friends to at least get her melon bread. She had about 10 minutes left before lunch ended, but she ran into her senior and was reminded to submit the club activities report today.

It was so hard to focus on classes for the rest of the afternoon. She drank lots of water in hopes to delay the impending dizziness. It was somewhat working. She only needed to wait until clubs and activities time. She'll get a sugary drink from the vending machine, then tell the club leader that she's going to head home early. But karma really had to be a bitch today. Her wallet was not in her bag. (Y/n) dreaded the fact that she might have dropped it somewhere. Searching for her wallet with this now nasty migraine is really going to be such a pain. That is until she suddenly remembered she left it in her drawer at home. She had forgotten about it amidst the rush.

(Y/n) crouched in front of the vending machine. What are the gods playing at exactly. Is it really so hard to get a single bite? Is this karma for denying Mr. Snuggles his treat last week? Well it was not her fault that he knocked over her pudding off the table! She was on the verge of tears when she heard the sound of volleyballs. Oh right, the vending machine was sort of close to the volleyball court... Didn't Yachi say she was recently the co-manager for Karasuno's volleyball club along with that beautiful senior Kiyoko. There is hope. She only needed a little money to get that small carton of drink.

She stood up quickly and regretted it. God, this migraine is killing her. With every ounce of determination she had left, she dragged her feet towards the court. Swaying a little every now and then. The sounds were getting louder, The ball hitting the court, shoes squeaking and people yelling? This is a good thing, it meant that she was getting closer. This is also a bad thing, because it's splitting her skull. Everything around her blurred as she entered the hall. Shit, where is Yachi? She took a few more steps before she felt a hard impact on her head. Dear lord that hurts like hell. And she lost all control of her body before everything went black.

"Oi." a gruff voice distracted her thoughts.

She sat up immediately. Hitting her head on the bed post in the process. She has realized by now that she must have passed out and someone from the volleyball club took her to the nurses office. It must have been this boy sitting beside her. But that still didn't mean she wouldn't be caught off guard. She has always been somewhat intimidated by the male species. Especially those tall towering ones that had to bend a little to talk to her. It's one of the unfortunate things one has to endure being 4'10 and having a small frame. People often joked that she could fit in a suitcase. Though seeing her other shorter friends did brought her pleasure, it still doesn't change the fact that a lot of people around her were giants.

"Idiot."

"Excuse me?" she glared. What's the big idea calling her an idiot out of nowhere. He was the one who surprised her. Sitting on a stool at her bedside, ain't that too close for a stranger, sir? Who is he again? The volleyball club is pretty popular here in Karasuno after they managed to get into the finals of Inter high recently. It was unfortunate that they lost to Aoba Johsai, but everyone acknowledged what a monster the school was. Yachi said everyone felt down but it didn't dampened their spirit, for their next chance will be the Spring Tournament.

"S-sorry." the guy replied.

Dark eyes darting away from her face. She could make out an intimidating look on his face. Eyebrows furrowing sternly. Lips set on a grim line. Yet his cheeks flushed. Or was it because of the orange hue from the setting sun (she couldn't really tell), which also made his black hair glow. It dawned upon (y/n) that if he could just smooth away his frown, he would be handsome (she thinks). And if only he weren't being gruffy. Wait a minute. Tall volleyball player, black hair, intimidating frowning face but yet somehow still good looking?

"I'm Kageyama Tobio-"

"I know."

Silence... Well that was awkward.

She cleared her throat. "I'm (L/n) (Y/n). From Class 5. Um, Yachi's friend."

"Oh." Shoot. He didn't know she was Yachi's friend. What will the manager say about this. "I'm sorry. That my jump serve knocked you out."

"No no no! I was actually a little hypoglycemic. So your uh, jump serve was just the final nail in the coffin." Damn, she knew that getting hit by any ball was going to hurt. But the ball just now, it felt like it could tear her head off. Or maybe that's just an exaggeration of being starved the whole day. She realized his expression went from frowning to horrifying. "N-not that it will literally be the final nail to my coffin! It was just an expression. Maybe not a good one. Sorry I'm just bad with words when it comes to strangers. I mean not that you're an absolute stranger. It's just that- I'm sorry, I'm blabbering too much."

"Not at all!" he yelled. Ah, he got too animated. He didn't understand why. But he just thought everything about this girl is cute. From her petite stature that makes him want to shield her from the wind. To her way of talking that showed just how shy and awkward she was as how it is with him. Trying to reassure him that it was fine. He couldn't understand this sudden grip in his heart and the tingling sensation at his fingertips. Though maybe it was because he hasn't touch the volleyball for a few hours now.

Another awkward silence ensues.

"Anyways," (Y/n) was still a bit shy. She was after all talking to one of the most popular boys at school. But seeing as how he is now, she thought she could loosen up her guard a bit. "Have you seen my glasses?"

"You wear glasses?"

They rushed back together to the volleyball court. Yachi attacked her with a hug as she lamented about the news she heard from her fellow peers. Daichi scolding him to be careful next time whilst Tanaka giving him his infamous gangster glare. Hinata coming forward with his head down as he presented (Y/n)'s broken glasses. He accidently stepped on them when he was panicking, though he only realised it when she was sent to the nurse's office. Her glasses must have fallen off her head when she got hit. That hard huh. Really God, you want to test her that much today. Fine, she'll apologize to Mr. Snuggles when she gets home.

Unbeknownst to her, Kageyama felt even worse than earlier. His ball caused her to knocked out, and now it even knocked off the glasses from her head and broke it. Stuttering on his words, he apologized again. Hands balled into a tight fist. He just felt so bad. Suga noticed how dejected he sounded. But he also noticed how pink his ears were. Oh? Well even if it wasn't what he thought, there was no harm in... light teasing. Besides, they'd looked adorable together, no?

"If you really feel guilty. Then you should walk her home today." slinging his arm over Kageyama's shoulder, Suga tried to keep a neutral expression. Well there was a slight smirk, but he tried. "What if she falls down on her way home? Or run into a pole?"

"I am short-sighted Sugawara-senpai. Not blind." (Y/n) said through gritted teeth. Really these eyesight jokes should be old by now. "Besides, I will need to stop by the optic shop to have new ones made."

"All the more for him to accompany you. It will get dark soon. Might be dangerous to be walking alone with such bad eyesight."

"Oh no, I wouldn't want to burden-"

"Let's go." Kageyama interrupted. And when she declined again, he argued back. "Stop being a stubborn idiot. You still haven't eaten, you can't see well and you're so light that people can just easily carry you away."

Did he just called her an idiot for the second time in the short the period they have known each other. How rude! Not that his points were invalid. He was right. But boy does this person lack delicacy. In the end, she agreed to let him accompany her. He bought two cartons of milk from the vending machine. One for each of them, and they set off on their merry way.

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"No- Okay. Once again. Osmosis only works with solvents. Simple diffusion, both solvents and solutes. So in osmosis, solvents will move from low solute concentration-" (Y/n) stopped explaining when she noticed how Kageyama's brows were almost touching. His lips formed a small pout. "You know what, we have been revising for more than an hour. Let's take 5. Then continue for another hour. It's getting late and although my mum likes you, my dad wouldn't like you being in my room for too long."

Ever since that day where he sent her home, she began hanging out more with Yachi and the volleyball club. Not that she never hung out with her close friend, it's just that (y/n) felt out of place when she mingles with unfamiliar crowds. But now that every member knew her as the girl who got hit by Kageyama's jump serve, that became the basis of her acquaintanceship with the club and she got to hang out with Yachi more. And before she realized it, Kageyama has just been around her circle. Always there. Heck he has been walking her home more often now that even her mother likes him. Then they became just friends. Or she hoped it stayed that way, because she noticed her emotions began crossing unknown territories.

(Y/n) has come to learn a few things about Kageyama Tobio over the course of their friendship. One, he is an obsessed volleyball freak. A prodigy people say. But what (Y/n) sees is a person consumed by passion for the things he loves. And that isn't necessarily bad. Two, he can be quite childish. He fails to control his frustration which later comes off the wrong way whenever he expresses them. But really he means no harm, because when he is happy, he expresses them genuinely. And three, he is quite sensitive. He may want to show that he didn't care, but he actually takes things to heart. He may feel down about a comment, but he will learn to improve from it.

"Sorry."

"What for?"

"For having to teach an idiot like me."

"Oh stop it. Everyone is good and bad at something. We can't all be the perfect prodigy. That's just how things are. You may be bad at studying, but with your volleyball skills I bet you can represent Japan one day." noticing his eyes lit up, she continued. "So in order for you to attend your camp. Let's just try our best okay?"

Kageyama nodded. It was a little embarrassing to have her comforting him like this. But at the same time it brings him immense joy. When he first met her, he would get flutters looking at her cute appearance. Now, he just feels all warm and fuzzy whenever she talks to him. He liked that she didn't judge him or anyone she's ever met. She would scold him sometimes, but at the same time explained her reasoning. And he really appreciated that, how patient she was with him. It does make him guilty, but at the same time he wants to start behaving better. Is this what Suga meant when he said he has a crush on (Y/n)? Kageyama doesn't really know. He will need time to analyze everything.

"(L/n), do you have time during our Spring Tournament?" he tried looking anywhere else but her face.

"You want me to cheer on the club? Sure thing."

"Yes." Hearing her reply made him smile. With a steady gaze he stared straight into her eyes. "Watch me play, (y/n). I'll show you a really strong serve."

(Y/n) could only smile back as she felt butterflies in her stomach. "Then we better get back to studying."

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