#im about to shit my pants and die i need to KEEP MYSELF SAFE
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So what youre saying is.... If, in the movie, the pre-50 year stasis took place in the mid 70's, and If nothing had happened to Maria and shadow ......
Shadow could have experienced the Gothic movement in the 80s.....
#sonic movie 3#shadow the hedgehog#GOD......... CAN YOU IMAGINE............. MARIA AND SHADOW LOOKING AT MAGAZINES OF THE NEWST TRENDS#AND SHADOW EYES LIGHTING UP WHEN HE SEES A MODEL IN THE LATEST MUSIC DRIVEN FASHION MOVMENT IN THE UK#MARIA DOING HIS MAKEUP TO MIMIC THE STYLE AND GIGGLING AT HOW BOLD IT IS BUT SHADOW LOVES IT#SHADOW BEGGING MARIA TO ASK ONE OF THE SHIPMENT MANAGERS IF HE CAN GET THE CURE'S NEW VINYL#MARIA AND SHADOW LISTENING TO SIOUXSIE AND THE MANSHEE'S TOGETHER AUUUGHHH#him just.... getting to be the edgy teenager of the time like he SHOULD HAVE BEEN......#im about to shit my pants and die i need to KEEP MYSELF SAFE
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So the polycule talked me into playing Corruption of Champions under the me-bait of calling it research.
It's actually very fun, the problem is i keep having the rpg worry of "oh no i just spent 5 days looking for wood and nails, what if i miss Plot Events?" and then remembering those really only depend on me popping up with specific stat levels.
So far I have an ant wife with 25 children [and counting] building a subterranean network down the way, a monk named Jojo helping me stave off corruption while watching me try very hard to not drop shit on myself while building a house. Because he's not helping. Which, fair, he's in his anime meditation of angst. I have 6 kids with this goblin lady that keeps showing up at random. And a litter of mouse babies with a mouse girl that was like "listen i need to repopulate my village/rebuild my people and you're not a rape happy corruption beast. Help?" and i was like "ok sure" and then we became friends and i think she likes me after i helped deliver the babies. I keep trying to visit her and check on the kiddos but a ghost in the ruins is super into me and keeps intercepting me. C'mon ma'am they're all gonna think i'm skipping child support. I'm also in a relationship with a chronically ill lizard guy that's teaching me magic. A wolf lady on the guard of the only safe town i've found so far that's got severe loneliness issues that she drowns in alcohol [we talked about it, and i told her she doesn't have to change things if she doesn't want to, but being aware of why she leans on drink is important]. A catgirl i'm slowly trying to train into being a guard so she can have literally any life that isn't "i live in an alley behind the pawn shop and live off stolen milk". She's sweet but also slow going on the authority learning because she's seen the other side and yeah. I wish her story was more "and you can come adventure with me c:" instead of "listen, the only skills you got are be a cop because all that takes is hitting things".
Also i found a gargoyle that was abused by her former master and has trauma around sex. I take my time to reassure her and learn about her and help her clean up the cathedral she's in.
Also there's a bunny dancer that's zero'd in on me but since i keep forgetting to go to the bar i've seen her 1 whole time. Also there's a cupcake seller that i'm 90% sure is supposed to just be nymph pinkie pie.
All this is very fun but also i'm sitting here wondering how the reality warping that lets you travel around easily effects the environment. And how the time dilation wrapped into the pregnancy kink would effect the ecology. Because if a goblin takes like 3 days max to have two kids, and i can fuck more than one at a time, that means there should be hella goblins. The game mentions, however, there are factors that curb the population but doesn't say what. Am deeply curious. Also deeply curious what importing the ant wife from the desert is going to do to the forest, but that's more long term.
Also there's like. dungeons? to clear and explore? but i keep being very sure i'm gonna die if i go in there so every time i see one in like. the desert the sphynx is like "you gonna go in?" "maybe next time" "you wanna fuck?" "nah im looking for nails"
I also keep trying to fight the antlion monsters. Which just leads into it cooing that we're not so different because my character isn't 100% Big Man Of Fuck Mountain Masc, before knocking me up with eggs. Which is fine, but i can only assume my pants are a fucking lost cause at this point.
I also befriended the giant turtle lady in the lake.
A narrative running trend i'm noticing is a wild amount of loneliness and isolation brought on by how others react to peoples bodies. The violence of the actual demon invasion is one thing, but the knock on effects of how its changed the biology and culture of the remaining survivors is very interesting. I'm also noticing a heavy amount of "so the environment is also fucked up" in terms of literal and figurative pollution.
But what deeply keeps hooking me is that like... the premise begins with "If you, Chosen Yearly Sacrifice, do not enter this portal and Die Fighting, bad things will happen to the rest of us." Not demons, not monsters, not some incursion of horrible energy... just like. People getting sick. Crops failing. Bad weather. Which sure, could be related, but it's a much more mundane and expected-- grounded, i suppose-- occurrence. Meanwhile people on the other side of the portal are just like "listen, if its not trying to fuck me or kill me on sight, maybe i can talk with it bc goddamn" bc that's the every day for them. Its not even particularly shocking a danger to them anymore. Bad, certainly horrible, but very much a "yes this could happen" in the same way running out of water in the desert is an assumed danger. A matter of time sort of thing.
I know the creator most definitely did not intend someone to sit there and ponder, while doing fifty explore rounds for nails, the sociological impact of this whole thing. But i'm me and the game only manages to make me horny a few times every couple hours so i gotta ponder something.
Also my character's name is Fifi. He's very canine in appearance while also managing a v long beard and shaggy hair because i keep forgetting the barber exists. I forget many things exist. It's a problem.
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This was the convo at school today with my ex-crush, in my favourite subject, science
You guys will know him by his last name (Martin)
“Oh shut up!” Martin
“YOU SHUT UP MARTIN!” Me
“What?” Martin
“I’m sick of you!” Me
“I-“ Martin
“I GET IT! IM LIKE CANCER! No one wants me! No one needs me! And the people I’ve infected will die and I’ll be on my own like normal! But you know what?! I don’t care! I get it! I’m not pretty! I’m not curvy! I’m not athletic! I’m not everyone’s picture of beautiful! I’m ugly and I know it! I don’t need some IDIOTIC MALE! To tell me I am! Nor an immigrant! If you want me to kill myself then your going to have to try harder! Cause I nearly lost a friend to suicide! None of that shit helps! But you know what does? Crying yourself to sleep every. Single. Night. I don’t care anymore! I’ve already been broken! You don’t have a chance to break me! After all the shit I’ve been through it was like putting my whole hand into a pot of boiling oil, but what your doing? It doesn’t scratch the surface, my best friend was murdered, my sister killed herself and is still trying to! My mum was about to kill herself from drinking to much! My dad drowned my cat! My best friend left my side because of her shit family! And everyone judges me for one feature, my teeth, you think I care about your opinion? Well Martin, ever since that night, I’ve had one dream, to shove your HEAD in that pot of oil” Me
“I-“ Martin
“No I’m not done!” Me
“Dawn-“ teacher
“I starved myself because I thought that was the problem, it wasn’t, I exercised until I passed out, not healthy either, I forced myself to change, but over all it was because your a man you don’t have a heart” me
“Oh so we’re stereotyping each other now because what’s in our pants? Your just like other girls! Your selfish! Self centred-“ Martin
“You know they mean the same thing you imbecile?” Me
“Your cocky! Yeah your mouth may be the only thing unattractive about you but you constantly make it about you!” Martin
“Maybe because I was ignored as a kid! Maybe because when we were in year 7 you guys had happy family’s while I made my parents divorced! I’ve been living in guilt! I don’t let anyone know because I made two people who loved each other to separate!” Me
“Donna?” Friend
“Maybe if I had the proper support as before I would know how to stop being myself! But until then I have to wait a thousand years to finally understand one thing!” Me
“What? That you finally SHOULD kill yourself?” Martin
“HEY you two!” Teacher
“No! That the only friend I need is a ghost and a shadow figure! They keep me safe! Keep me company and they sure as hell tell me that you’ll never change!” Me
“It’s not my fault that your so stupid! God open your eyes!” Martin
“Sorry I’m blind that’s why I wear glasses idiot” me
“Riley liked you! Fucking hell! Yeah I like you as well but Riley has since year 7!” Martin
“Dude!” Riley
“Dawn?” Friend
“You two to the office now!” Teacher
*after one quiet walk to the main office*
“So what happened?” Principal
“I snapped, at this scottish loser” me
“Dawn we don’t need the insults anymore” principal
“She verbally abused me! All because a stupid message!” Martin
“What was this message?” Principal
“Just one of my friends telling this loser that I liked him, don’t anymore, he’s a cock suck!” Me
“Says you!” Martin
“Bring back the stereotypes?!” Me
“If you listened for once then I wouldn’t have to!” Martin
“Yeah?! Well at least I did some proper hard work during the holidays, what did you do? Oh that’s right! Sit on your ass all the two weeks playing a game that’s shit!” Me
“Go back to the kitchen” Martin
I then kicked him in the nuts so hard he was gasping for air in extreme amounts of pain whilst on the ground, and then earning myself a weeks suspension, whilst he was only suspended for 3 days for his comment, how does that work?
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Alright, that’s it, i’m tired of trying to sort the answers so yall just get the big list of all the free response answers to that quiz about ofa. be aware some are less safe for work than others.
memorable ones: OfA Snickerdoodle, I’d Give It To A Cat, So You Know Vore Right?, I’m in Love With Nana, Slicey Blood Oath, and Homoerotic Sword Fight
(My answer above is how I think it did happen, not how I want it to happen.) I personally think something along the lines of a Bruce Banner Jennifer Walker blood transfusion where the OFA holder doesn’t realize they’ve passed it on until later.
a tender kiss. perhaps loving. perhaps they're dying, and i already knew that they loved me, either platonically or otherwise, and we always knew that i'd be next. perhaps they tried so hard to make sure it never happened, and perhaps that tender kiss as an apology as much as it is a gift. sure sucks to be gay i guess
Peacefully? By doing the do and making it a wonderful moment of lovemaking and passing on the future.. If we're in the middle of battle you bet your freaking butt I want them to kiss me dramatically, tell me they love me, and then yeet me away as they turn back to the fight. Ow but relationship goals.
If we're not romantic because I am obsessed with the Duo Holders ship currently, blood works fine. Ingest it or have them pressing a bloody palm into a wound of mine *shrugs* Gotta pass it along somehow
Personally, I'd rather drink blood instead of hair. It feels less gross. But I'd pass it on as hair just to fuck with my successor
Hair or blood eating, but no touchy-touchy or whatever thx.
Probably a vial of blood so it’s easy and over quick
kiss 👉👈
i would like it to be blood from an already opened wound just cause it would probably less weird, ..........but knowing my luck and because irl my sister has attempted to feed me her baby teeth by shoving it to my lips and saying "eat", thats actually how i would get ofa. ( >:/ i have almost eaten at least two teeth this way because i thought she was being nice and giving me candy )
Consider: doing one of those blood oath things where you swear to be BFFs for eternity except now you also get a quirk out of it. But lbr kissing is way more romantic and you’ve made First/Second my new OTP, so I’ll stick with that for them. <3 But also, maybe to make the kiss option more romantic First thought something more along the lines of wishing he could give ~everything he has/all of himself~ to Second which counted as including his quirk, rather than specifically about giving him the power to defeat his brother?
This is going to sound gross but all ways of transferring DNA is. Just work up a sweat and have the other party drink it. It would probably be the best tasting option which is kinda a weird thing to think about. Nvm sweat doesn't contain DNA looked it up but I don't want to delete all of this so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ maybe a scraping of skin cells
Honestly the hair is probably the way I'd want to go. That or blood. Like just swallowing it.
Look, i know realistically it was probably some desparate on-the-brink-of-death "please defeat my brother" thing and oo, magic he gets the quirk. But consider. First's last fight with afo. Second is holding his bleeding body, crying. First gently cups Second's cheek and pulls him into a bloody kiss before dying. Second pulls himself together just long enough to flip off afo, barely resisting the urge to absolutely slaughter him, knowing he would lose. He finds his successor and trains him to the best of his ability, determined to not lose another person he cared for
I mean like dead skin cells probably dont work right? Except hair works so thats not true. So like you totally could lick someone to get OFA. Like could you imagine the whole holding your hand over someones mouth to shut them up but they lick you and they somehow wind up with your quirk, like crazy. What must have been the trial and error with this stuff cause they must have kept passing it inbetween each other to figure out its dna right. How long did it take for them to realize. Like you’re eating breakfast and theres a hair in your food like ew and why am i stronger now. Overall, comedic timing for getting a quirk would be hilarious.
My apprentice lays broken and bloody beneath me as I cradle them in my arms, crying on to an open wound on their face praying the power will be enough to save them
little bit of skin like a hang nail just like put it in a sandwich and dont thing about it
Put it in my coffee.
If I received it from Nana then I would love to have received it via eating her out~ though for passing it on to others I think I would just either spit into their mouths or shove a bleeding finger down their throat until they swallow and then run and get myself killed by AfO while taunting him with "I DON'T HAVE YOUR BROTHER'S QUIRK ANYMORE! SUCK MY NON-EXISTENT DICK YOU LOSER!"
knock me out and just inject the blood. if i have to actively think abt ingesting someone elses dna im gonna yeet myself into the ocean. to pass it on i'll just spit in a cup (or in their mouth) bc im not gonna make someone eat my hair nor is anyone getting my blood
who in their right mind would trust me with a power like ofa 💀afo just looks at me funny the quirk is his. im not a mc for a reason
Sexy battle where I’m the villain, and randomly the hero thinks “I wish I could save you”. Boom I punch them with bloody knuckles and the quirk passes to me. Now the hero has to teach me how to be good again. Also we fall in love.
You know, I always assumed I would head canon it as something romantic until canon proved me wrong But these options are so varied - I had to choose the most Dramatic (tm) one As for my actual answer: a gentle kiss with full consent from both parties
I will bite a holder as a sign of affection. There's probably some dead skin cells in the arm I can swallow by accident. They are used to this and sometimes we switch the quirk around for funsies.
You know, I spent like 10 minutes trying to think of something original here, but knowing my shit luck some bastard would spit in my drink or something and cast upon me the Curse of Bone Breaking and/or.... y’know..... AFO...........
okay this is gonna sound weird but. consider this i marry a very lovely women. we are in much love. we get attacked by evil people because she is a good hero but plot twist. i am secretly her nemisis. the attackers are my minions. i wanted her to protect me because i am very smol but. my comrades were too mean. she is nearly dead. "take this" she says. she kisses me and i am one for all. fuck, i say internally, but i dont tell her. she dies in my arms. i run and become vigilante and take down my once comrades. all is not well. i die unsatisfied. i eventually pass it onto a cat in an alleyway because they are the only one who is with me when i get hit with a back alley sniper
Blood or just like. skin. You could use nail clippers to take a bit off from a really fleshy area, like just under the nail. It's that easy
Spit in my food like an underpaid fast food worker.
i have long hair so that would not be ideal, but blood seems kinda...unsanitary, but i guess it would be better if i was 100% positive i wouldn't pass on some sort of disease. so if that could be ascertained then like a few drops of blood in a glass of water or something and then down the hatch, bam ofa passed on. i know other folks are probably typing some nsfw stuff but just. no. keep it in your pants y'all.
Blood transfusion First, pick a hospital Second, steal all their blood Third, have the previous user donate their blood to that hospital Fourth, get into a major accident and need a blood transfusion near the hospital you robbed Fifth, hope either OfA will only pass onto you bc your the intended recipient, or that no one else needs a blood transfusion Sixth, get the transfusion Seventh, steal all of the previous users blood back Eigth, return all the other stolen blood Ninth, get new identities, this crime leaves DNA everywhere Tenth, die of a blood clot due to incompatible blood types (optional)
okay realistically bleeding into a cut or a drop of blood into water and drinking it would be easiest but like... what if somehow dna could be baked into like a muffin or cookie or something... like i know when cooking with wines and stuff the alcohol cooks away and evaporates out but is that process the same for like blood? like if you baked your blood into a cookie would traces of your dna still be there? basically i want an ofa cookie (snickerdoodle preferably)
no i like my bones
drink a drop of blood. it'd go down easier than hair
no
Something dramatic and desperate in the heat of battle like blood or something
First of all, I think First passed OfA as he was dying entirely on accident, because Second was badly (though not critically) injured and they'd been sort of dancing around each other's feelings and doubting their own worth, so First, knowing he was dying and that his brother was a petty bitch who would probably kill Second anyway because he knows that First cared about him, kisses Second with blood on his lips and his last thoughts before dying are about how he wants Second to have the strength to survive if his brother comes after him.
If I was given the option of getting OfA, I wouldn't take it. I'm a coward and being given something like that is a death sentence.
If it was forced, probably ingesting the previous users blood, because blood is a lot easier to choke down than hair.
If I already had it and had to pass it on, I would want it to be something suitably dramatic like collapsing on the doorstep of a trusted loved one and explaining with my dying breath who killed me and why and then raising my blood covered hand to their face like I was going to caress their cheek only for them to taste blood. They cry and try to get me take it back and when I finally die they swear vengeance over my slowly cooling corpse.
Pass it on in a non-life threatening scenario where I decide I actually don’t like the weird bone breaking power a random person gave me as they were dying and wish I could pass it to someone else and through a weird set of circumstances end up accidentally cooking some of my own hair into brownies I was making because I shed like a dog and passing it to my new neighbor I came to welcome to the neighborhood.
Either drinking a glass of milk with their saliva (no icky hair taste), or an epic sharing of blood while clasping hands like knights in a noble brotherhood!
not by eating all mights long ass hair thats for sure, why did he give midoriya one of the longest ones he had, he has shorter hair right there on the back of his head. not to mention the fact of like how i would prefer to recieve it or give it away which would be just, fucking sharing a pop or something and swaping it through the backwash??? less nasty than hair and not as weird as the other options for spit which is like straight up spitting in a drink or the other persons mouth outside of kissing. if someone told me i had to eat their hair i would straight up say no thanks, cheers for the fitness glow up tho homie
I want nana 2 kiss me, on.,, the m,,,.."#*(@÷out.h pretty lady.,
Q-tip to the inside of the cheek
Those blood pacts where you slice your hands open and do a little handshake thing. Not very creative, but idk it just appeals to me
Via consumption of blood, babey
I would want it to be with a maybe maybe not homoerotic sword fight in a Wendy's parking lot, preferably while we are both being impaled on each other's swords. The sweet pain of almost dying is a very intense moment to share isn't it?
Sweet love
Hair
If it's someone cute, a kiss. Otherwise I'd probably just swallow a hair with some water.
i'd just like. spit in their water bottle. if thats not enough dna i guess licking a paper cut it is. hair is bad idwa bc it doesn't digest and can get wrapped up in things. and like. im too aroace for kissing and such
Last option, cause first is sexy as hell
okay you know what vore is, right. and you know how blood and organ transfusions work? well...
Not at all, like?? I enjoy being alive and not having my body destroyed thank you. Literally everyone with OfA died young-ish or has suffered debilitating injuries bc of it. Like Midoriya's bones are powder, and we don't even need to go into All Might's medical history. Like thanks but no thanks no freaky dna ingestion 4 me
Had a open cut from a can lid and ofa holder had an open cut. While lamenting about fins a successor.
Blood
Assuming we can bypass the rules of canon, it would be funny as fuck is OFA was passed on by intentional physical contact. So yes, a smooch for First and Second (and Second and Third) but also. Bitchslap of destiny. Nana giving her protege one last hug. All Might ruffles Mido’s hair like a dad to pass it on. I’m sure you get it
Bleeding over an open wound
lil bit of spit in a milkshake.
I hold their hand Platonically but it's summer and we're both sweaty and they're a little loopy and having weird thoughts due to dehydration and heat lmao, literally hanging around anyone for any extended period of time guarantees you accidentally ingest SOME of their dna. Dead skin cells are floating through the air ~constantly~ and if you have a friend I promise you've inhaled their dead skin cells before. Have fun with that knowledge!!
ok so like deffo a kiss, but in canon people get weird biological urges for using their quirks, like bby Toga drinking bird blood. First has had a LOT of "spit in their drink" intrusive thoughts over the years. immediately post first-kiss he is mystified that his intrusive thoughts have disappeared entirely, but then BAM it seems that second has the stockpile now, and with it, a preoccupation with vampire lore
drink from the same water bottle?
“EAT THIS!”
Pass it on by making them lick my arm because that would make them rly uncomfortable, passed to me by spiting in my 20oz Red Bull and then chugging it
#aaaand done#this was going to be like. nicely organized in a couple different ways and i still might#but out of slots for that today so
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Yay!!! Let's start with Astoria!! So back when she was alive (the times of Ancient Egypt 🏜) she was known as the Pharoah's high priestess (idk how Egypt royalty works so bare with me) This basically means she's Atem's right hand woman along with Seto. She was known to be very empathetic and understanding as well as very curious. When she wasn't helping Atem with his duties, she was in the library going through scrolls and ancient texts to learn as much as she could. It's actually why her soul room (before Eliana seals herself in it) is a library. She still carries her empathetic and curious nature with her even after death. That part I'm still figuring out. The only thing I got is that she joins Atem in the spell that sealed him into the Millennium Puzzle except it was the Millennium Earring for her.
As for the whole past confrontation I have like a small scene in mind? Um something like this.
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She walked closer to the door feeling the temperature of the room drop around her. Her breath came out in sharp pants as if a weight was settling deeper and deeper in her chest. When she twisted the knob and pushed open, an almost taunting darkness awaited her. Before she could blink, she was sucked inside and left breathless as the door slammed shut.
It wasn't long before whispers sounded all around her in a chanting like rhythm. 'All your fault' 'Why did she choose you' 'Pathetic' 'Useless' but the most painful of all 'You FAILED us'. All of them swam around her head in a constant loop while she replayed her past failures. It seemed too much. Maybe she should give up and let herself be taken by the pain. After all, isn't that what she deserves?
Suddenly, as if lulling her towards it she heard a voice. A calming tune that guided her towards it. Something about the tune was familiar, though she couldn't recall. However the longer she listened the lighter she felt. It wasn't until the voice sang that she realized why the tune was familiar.
War is not freedom
Over your shoulder
I see a clearer view
It was a lullaby her mother sang to her. She remembers the dimly lit area of her bedroom with her mother leaning over her. The warmth that she gave as she caressed her small cheeks.
All for my family
Reason I'm breathing
Everything to lose
The training sessions she had with her father. The way his eyes twinkled when she got a move right and how he ruffled her curls whenever she got pouty for getting it wrong. His bear hugs that always felt safe.
Should I ask myself in the water
What a warrior should do?
The trembling face she held as her parents went on another mission, trying to hold back her tears. How her mother kissed her forehead and told her to "be strong for mama and papa".
Tell me, underneath my armor
The cries she let out realizing her parents weren't coming home. The burning tears that ran down her face as she screamed her denial and anger at no one. The gaping hole in her heart where they once occupied.
Am I loyal, brave and true?
Am I loyal, brave and true?
The determination in her eyes as she stared into the mirror. Affirming to herself and Astoria that no one will die by his hand any longer.
Losing is easy
Winning takes bravery
I am a tiger's fool
"Again," she commands as the boy gets up and wipes a small bit of blood from his mouth. He nods before setting his fists in front of his face. The two continuing to spar until they've exhausted themselves.
Out in the open
No one to save me
The kindest of whispers are cruel
She snapped to attention while taking out another one of Marik's goons. She barely managed to look before dodging another punch. Unlike what truly happened however, the goon's taunts sounded more and more like the whispers she heard in the dark room she first entered. That thought was all it took to snap her out of memory lane. She looked over only to realize she stood in front of a mirror. Her reflection looked different somehow. It had the same dark skin tone, long curly hair, and dark brown eyes but the clothing and stance were different. Her clothing represented that of a priestess in ancient times. Her white silk robes as well as her golden wrist and arm bands expressed regality. The stance she held also showed that of someone with high status and a shrewd mind. Despite that she still felt warmth radiate from her being.
Cold is the morning
Warm is the dream
It didn't take long before she recognized the voice as the one she heard earlier. She stared a bit longer before finally realizing who the reflection was.
Chasing the answers
'Til I can't sleep
She was confused at what Astoria was trying to do by singing the lullaby or why she was still there. In fact, aside from what her end goal was supposed to be she had no clue what she was supposed to do. The only thing she could do was follow Yami's lead and offer her support anyway she can.
Will I be stronger?
Or will I be weak?
When you're not with me?
She sang the lines with blinding clarity as she felt the first tear stream down her face. The question she so desperately suppressed hit her full force as the weak line left her lips. Could she really live up to her own and others expectations of her?
Though as she stared deeper into Astoria's eyes she seemed to remember a saying her father always told her. "An army always needs more than one person you know."
She was so used to being the one responsible for everyone and everything that she unintentionally shut everyone else out. Her tears fell harder and faster knowing she contributed to her own downfall.
Who am I without my armor?
Standing in my father's shoes
She knew that she couldn't keep going like this. It was time for her to follow his advice and end this pity party. She looked into Astoria's eyes and nodded. She smiled and raised her hand up to the mirror. She sang the final lines as she lined her hand up with hers, seeing her silhouette glow gold before encasing her in warmth and energy.
All I know is that it's harder
To be loyal, brave and true
After encasing her, the golden glow she radiated dimmed back to nothing. She turned back before realizing that everything was silent. The more she looked, the more the darkness around her faded to look more like a room. She quicky noticed shelves that held books of different kinds as well as stray boxes sitting nearby appearing slightly opened.
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I am well aware that turned into a song fic but I needed to get that shit out of my system. And yes the song is from the Disney soundtrack. They make bomb ass songs that won't leave your head.
‐🐋 anon
OH MY GOD??? UR WRITING IS LITERALLY SO GOOD IM IN LOVE WITH IT
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OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 17
IN THIS EPISODE OF CRYING CAT GALLERY:
“Nice?” Cinder laughed under her breath once, and returned to examining her threads. “Oh, come on, Glynda. Favor isn’t in my vocabulary, remember? It’s just a shame about your cape. The emblem looked good, and your new outfit would look much better with it. That’s all.”
CINDER FALL IS REALLY BAD AT NOT BEING GAY ON MAIN
we’re bacc baby B) let’s hop right in
When Glynda awoke from her dream of being consumed,
alright calm down we’ve literally JUST started we’ve literally JUST woken up can we chill Out,
“Cinder?” she yawned, surveying the room.
sneak peek of that Sweet Domestic Life we dream of once this enemies-to-lovers malarkey reaches the��‘lovers’ bit but no we’re just surrounded by enemies. two of them being the writers!
Still, she couldn’t go wandering around Cinder’s apartment in only her underwear, but rooting through the drawers and closet didn’t seem—
STEAL HER CLOTHES BABY!!!! PRACTICALLY MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The clothes didn’t seem Cinder’s size or style; they were casual and soft, a black t-shirt and steel-gray sweatpants.
okay but the idea of cinder getting up and being like ‘do i have ANYTHING this Unit of a woman will fit into’ and like actually having to think abt it and then folding em up and leaving em there like ‘hope she finds em okay’????? peak. absolutely peak. shes so gay but does she know it? no,
The fabric had enough give to make it work, even if only barely, and she looked in the mirror to see the loungewear looking more like tight athletic wear. Funny that.
kc and diesel envisioning this: oh yes. oh YES. ohhohughohguhghuhu yessssssssss--
She had—trusted? Been trusted? She had told Cinder fragile little things, and had heard similarly earnest words in return. It had been strange. Nice.
i love glynda like. feeling out of the edges of her own comfort and Pleasant Feelings with this almost-wariness? like every word she uses to describe it just Edges a little closer to Softness but she has to taste the word first to see if it fits. her narration is SO fun 2 read yall what the shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
This was Cinder’s house. It wasn’t just any house. These were Cinder’s belongings, Cinder’s resting places, and she was wandering around without Cinder.
Voyeuristic was putting it mildly. Glynda needed to find Cinder, fast.
HJGDKJGHDFSSDF GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! glynda just. losing it at such LITTLE THINGS is so goddamn funny jesus christ. this is cinders house!!! her THINGS!!! fuck she NAPS IN HERE. SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
god i love how soft this is. i know exactly why this is happening and i know exactly how [REDACTED], but i’m living for this moment. living IN it.
Spread out on the table was a wanted poster with a mugshot of Cinder on it, defaced with black permanent marker and crease marks.
cinder: yeah they didnt get the eyebrows sharp enough and im mad abt it
“Well, your clothes are in the wash.” Cinder said, turning around, coffee in hand. It was so…domestic. “It would help if you had more than one set.”
shouting from a distance: you two should get MARRIED
“You’ve been wearing the same dress the entire time I’ve known you.”
look at these lil JABS... the JESTS... the JOQUES... i cant believe theyve been married 10 years already. im also deeply enjoying how very indulgent this section is. I Am Seeing,
Glynda scoffed, and when Cinder reached for the sugar on the counter, she gave it a subtle nudge with her Semblance. It slid out of Cinder’s reach.
JESUS CHRIST LOOK AT THIS WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! soulmates.
Cinder shrugged, still looking elsewhere. “Mercury thought it was funny.”
“Mercury?”
cinder: my son and BOY. and, one day, yr son and boy, tho he won’t take it lying down.
Cinder scoffed. “You just don’t appreciate my good tastes.”
i feel like the evidence is truly stacking up to very much prove this statement wrong but u kno what lets let her figure that one out for herself
“A souvenir from the brats,” she said. “And a letter excusing the mess they made of the place.”
KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS
She said, “I just didn’t know you had kids.”
KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS
“It’s fine,” said Cinder tersely, but not harshly. “It isn’t wise to advertise in my business, so keep it to yourself.”
KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GOD YES that little like... indirect admittance that em and merc r basically her own kids is a fucking BLESSING from ON HIGH are you SEEING THIS SHIT????????????? we have been fed today. my crops r watered and my lambs bouncing over the green fields as we feast. what a moment. wow. what a chapter.
When Cinder finally finished hers and rose to get another cup, Glynda allowed some of her thoughts to solidify. She said, “I want new clothes.”
as a side note, i think it rly shows the strength of the writing that the feeling of the narrative can change so much, esp when u take into consideration that we jump between the points of view of TWO characters? like with cinder we’ve gone from sheer fury to gruesome sickness, and with glynda we’ve gone from Complete Dissociation to this gentle and soft morning and you can feel it absolutely fluffing up in every word! still love how good the writing in this fic is its NUTS
Cinder shrugged. Her usual clothes were still in the wash; right now, she was wearing high-waisted black pants and a loose top tucked in.
diesel i want you to know im thinking abt what u said abt the high-waisted pants mods in sims 4 and im giggling
The necklace with Glynda’s earring hung from her throat.
i didnt mention it before but this is the... second time this chapter its been explicitly mentioned? and i know we could be like ‘ah the MEANING’ but honestly im like glynda r u rly not over the bobbies y
“You aren’t dead in there, are you?” came Cinder’s voice.
“No.”
“Well. At this pace, I will be before we get out of here.”
cinder, who probably once spent 7+ hours choosing an outfit: look its only cool if i do it, dipshit,
Unsnapping the lone earring left to her, she brought it to her collar and fixed it there, under the clasped button to dangle just over her sternum.
When she stepped out of the changing room, Cinder looked up. A slow dawn of interest eclipsed the boredom on her face. Glynda stood very still as her gaze flowed up and down again, pausing over the earring.
Cinder touched the matching one hanging from her own neck, almost in surprise. She cleared her throat. Her tone was very deliberately mocking: “Cute.”
OOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOD are we for SERIOUS right now??? jesus christ. jesus christ. we’ve moved on past married now this is ride-or-die shit right here what the FUCK. jesus CHRIST. theres- i- i have THOUGHTS on this matter that are spoilery and so i will SIT ON THIS EGG but HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY SHIT
“Nothing,” Cinder said, smoothing her expression into something unreadable. “I was just thinking—nevermind.”
no, no, go on, speak yr mind, please do, because if u were abt to offer to embroider that shit then PLEASE say it aloud for the audience at home
“If I was a cop, you’d already be in jail.”
“You’re welcome to try to take me in, darling.”
im sure its obvious but im BESIDE myself @ this flirting. im losing it. this is SUCH a treat and i KNOW that [REDACTED] [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
“That’s because of your—” Cinder was already gone. Glynda pressed her lips together, but watched her go. Rolling her eyes, she finished, “—Grimm tattoos.”
Whatever. She could gloat about figuring it out later.
/CHOKES
WHAT
@kc and diesel: CALL ME RIGHT NOW WHAT THE FUCK
okay okay. wait. okay. wait. theres. wait. okay. i cant. am i safe to say anything. probably not. so. im not gonna. but. you WILL be seeing me in dms, friends,
okay okay im moving on im gonna. keep going. okay. okay. im going. (but i will be in dms)
there was a brief discussion of dinner: namely, that neither of them wanted to make it.
oh god why is this me
“Give me your new cape.”
“What?”
Finally looking up, Cinder said, “Your cape. Let me have it, and I’ll put your emblem on it.”
THANK YOU MA’AM AND THANK YOU FOR READING THE FIC HAS ENDED ITS ALL OVER WITH!!!!!! WE DID IT!!!!!!! WE RODE THIS WHOLE TRAIN TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!! UNFORTUNATELY IF ONLY IT WERE SO EASY.
Glynda ignored it for the time being and sent the vector of her emblem to Cinder.
i deeply love the idea of all hunters and huntresses carrying a vector of their emblem JUST IN CASE,,, SMTHNG HAPPENS,,, its right alongside the list of their next of kin and their will and testament,
Cinder Fall was a name built on Dust and money and extravagant demonstrations.
But Cinder Fall was also a woman with a family. A home. A favorite blend of coffee.
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this is absolutely kicking me in the dick for reasons i cant say but also for reasons of SNOFT because oh my god. this is. like. this is why i rly vibe w. cinder in this fic and is also like one of my favourite characterisations of cinder of ALL TIME (which is why all my fav cinder fics typically have it as a Theme). shes SO good and SO dimensional and i just. god. GOD. i LOVE HER!!!!!!!!! ID DIE FOR HER!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA CINDER FALL IS MY ANGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL
It felt like being told a secret, like being told a thousand secrets, and not knowing what to do with them. All she could do was hold them in her palms, delicate as she could, trying not to break anything.
GIMME ARMS TO PRAY WITH INSTEAD OF ONES THAT HOLD TOO TIGHTLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /goes apeshit
And because of that, Glynda asked, “Do you have any more stories?”
Without looking up, Cinder drawled, “About Witches?”
“Or dragons.”
Gold flickered her way.
👈😳👈
“They’d already been built by the Witches that came before her,” Cinder replied. “But she’d been a headmaster at one of them, and a teacher before that.”
Something in Glynda’s chest gleamed.
lore lore lore lore LORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lets GET THAT LORE as i peer blearily thru tears,
“...You haven’t just been pretending not to remember things, have you?”
firstly: called out lmao JHGSDFKJHGFSD and SECONDLY:
“The moon?” Cinder made a face. “I’m not sure if it’s that literal. Your soul is powerful, but it’s not a physical thing. Besides, the moon is…”
“Broken,” Glynda finished for her.
“Yeah.”
hm what a fascinating thing hm how interesting hm hm HMMMM 👈🤔👈
Even as they ate, they both seemed lost in their own heads, but somehow, to Glynda, it seemed perfectly clear that both of them were wondering the same thing.
wait glynda. hey glynda. did u uh. ever. did u uh. text winter back or w
WE DID IT CHAPTER 17!!!!!!!!!!! this was a Lot (4,500 words? yall better be careful before those 10k chapters return to Haunt Us) and was also, a Lot. holy shit. theres. i. id make a spoiler edition but tbh its just the SAME SPOILER thats like. rly driving this chapter. i know what its for. i know it. i feel it. dont trust winter more like dont trust the writers
ANYWAY I LOOK FORWARD (?) EAGERLY (???) to chapter 18, unsure when the vibes will turn rancid for the worse. when. honey. theres a big storm coming.
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Taliesin is so confused by this ad lol
Where is Laura?
The groans xD
Laura's?? Not here?? I mean I'm glad she's at the game awards but THIS IS SUCH A BIG WEEK STORY WISE
Boy we've just started and I'm already ready to die
[[MORE]]
I only just caught it just now but are the CA saying they recovered the beacon that was stolen? Aka the one the M9 returned to Xhorhas already? Or a different one?
The Bright Queen gave them a house and the best the empire can do is a cozy inn? Lame.
(I was always more pro-Dynasty than Empire but it's pretty much set now.)
Didn't even pay for their dinner?? Rude.
Cad: "I've had to learn new words for what happens to me now."
The Dynasty: "We cannot afford to 100% trust you but you have done us a great service so here is a house and a symbol to show you have the favor of our Queen."
The Empire: "You did us a great service but also fuck you here's a hotel and no meal and also if you don't do this thing for us we'll charge you as traitors even though only two of you are actually from the Empire."
lol the hotel workers are funny tho
Empire people? Cool. Empire rules? Fucking suck.
Nat20 for free stuff xD
F: "who's the grossest?"
Cad: "I was swallowed."
Y: "I haven't had a shower in months."
F: "oh! God! What!?"
Cad: "You've won first place."
Y: "Oh, no, I wasn't trying to like..."
J: "IM GOING FIRST!"
I'm worried about Caleb
Snuggling his cat and thinking over his trauma </3
Laura just left the awards show omg
Also the way that Travis looked at her like heart eyes and Laura being like "hey baby ;)"
She looks hot by the way
Yasha paying Fjord back from MONTHS ago is sweeeeet
The book? What's the book? I don't remember?
"Is there a chair...?"
"There is."
"Kill it with fire!"
Oh boy here we go
"And I think we need to work with him...?" I don't like that and I don't think you do he's a liar and a manipulator and a piece of shit
But I understand his point because they are in the worst potion right now
Cad: "if he even looks at you sideways we will not leave enough of him to be found."
Goddamn Caduceus. I love him so much.
Cad: "Well, what I mean was we will do all we can to keep you safe. Is... what I meant."
They're being very serious about this and I'm so glad
Well okay they WERE being serious...
Lol Beau with this teenager is so funny and adorable
I'm glad they're not all sleeping alone
Jester is all sad that Beau doesn't want to double up :(
The B/J/Y shippers just went wild lol
F to C: "if you want to finish this personally... let me know." Thank you Fjord
My old Widofjord shipping heart is happy
Omg Cad handing over the symbol of the Wildmom and telling Fjord he's doing well on his own IM HAVING A LOT OF FEELINGS TONIGHT Y'ALL
Oh boy Yasha dream
I'm emotional
Like crying
Sure this guy does something neat with doors but doES HE FLOAT??
I miss Essek
The only mage with a tower I trust is Yussah and it is NOT this guy
Of course Trent is the one who confirmed it had been found
It's definitely trapped somehow
I don't like that they have to go somewhere that Trent decides
WHISPERS
he's a shifty fucker right we all know he is
Double whispers
Lol meeting in the Happy Fun Ball
I was gonna say the Forge
Jester wants to have it at Traveler con xD
Jester is weirding him out and I love it
God sure have this very serious possibly war ending meeting on The Ball Eater sure
They're disasters
I can't decide how I feel about him and I want to hear the results of the whispers
Oh no I'm worried about Yasha
Okay... so he's helping hide Yasha that's good, but is he also gonna hold that over them?
I hope Trent looks at Caleb sideways so the M9 can cut him into pieces
I feel like this guy is meant to be the Empire version of Essek but he's got nothing on Hot Boi
In a dense forest under a bunch of trees and a tower in the middle of nowhere
Oh fuck the sanitorium oh god oh fuck someone immediately check on Caleb
Trent did that on purpose
Hey Cad remember when you said y'all were gonna tear Trent apart if he tried to hurt Caleb? It's time to start ripping.
I haaaaaate this
I'm still trying to decide if Caleb legitimately snapped or if something was done to him
I want to crawl through my screen and strangle Trent myself
Someone please stay between Caleb and Trent at all times
So... nobody in the empire questions why Trent Ick-athon has a laboratory in a sanitorium huh. Like that doesn't ring any bells?
Also fuck it's Edowulf
Astrid's gonna come in to try and throw Caleb off isnt she
Liar liar pants on fire every word out of your mouth is a lie you vile don't of a biiiitch
WHISPERSSSS
he's a liar liar liar
Or he's telling half the truth
So the tripod... prevents it from working?
God he's such a condescending fuck I hate him
I haaaaate him and I hate that he's playing it so cool and calm because that makes Caleb seem like the unreasonable one which is brilliant of him but it just makes me loathe him even more
Oh god Caleb please roll well
Fuck fuck fuck I hate him fuck someone GET BETWEEN THEM
I feel gross and I'm not even in the room with Trent ugh
This tense standoff between Caleb and Trent is physically fucking me up my skin is crawling
Also Nott touched it and nothing happened
Eowulf is one of Trent's "favorite" and and he's looking at Caleb like a creep
Even if I don't trust him I appreciate Ludinus stepping in to cut the tension
Beau trying to trip him upppppp I love her
Alright time to get them out of there Ludinus
Shut the fuck up Trent you state away from both Caleb AND Yasha
C: "Wulf. It's good to see you again."
Eowulf: "it's good to see you too. It's been some time. You look good."
I haaaaaaaaate that they're all being so calm and semi-friendly because again it makes Trent and his ilk look like the reasonable ones
Ludinus: "I can always deal with Trent after the fact."
Y: "Let us know when you do that. We would like to help." Damn fucking straight
Essek scrys because he's worried about them and he pops in just in time to hear Jester insulting his teleporting Lol
I get the feeling Matt is tweaking the time of Traveler Con a bit because he doesn't want Jester to feel pressured to interrupt important things
Is the Wildmom illegal in the Empire?
Ha Fjord impressed Ludinus nice
L: "it's... entirely off-putting how disarmingly charming you are. I don't know how to handle it." That is the funniest thing anyone has ever said about Jester
J: "are you alright Caleb?"
C: "I don't know."
Y: "I don't like him at all."
Everyone else: "same/oh god no."
Okay Wildmom is illegal time to hide your shiny thing
Cad: "I have never seen another person walk so daintily around the truth."
See every time Caleb talks about how Trent gave "private lessons" my skin crawls it just draws too many parallels to creepy creepy shit
Yasha is gonna be good for Caleb here, they both understand what it's like to be used and controlled and manipulated
So like Trent was THERE and if he saw that Caleb knew about the beacons then he's gonna know that somehow they were involved with the beacon disappearing
Oh she's creepy
Cad gonna buy the femur flute lol
The pranksters gonna get that glue oh lord
Yasha gets a bone harp and she and Caduceus start the most unnerving band ever and I for one am THRILLED
Don't they still need to fetch something for the three kobolds in a trench coat? Let alone for Pumat and now this woman lol
Pride silk.... oh dear it's gonna be mutant bugs
Called it
Three silk worms good luck bringing those back
Matt's like WOOO fight tournament hell yeah!
Y'all should go take downtime in Xhorhas in the Xhorhaus and talk to Essek about all this
....I just really miss Essek guys please
Liam O'Brian you will NOT let Caleb sneak off on his own to go see Astrid you CANNOT ajslajkssksk
This episode didn't go as painfully/badly as it could have but it still stressed me out a lot and I'm still worried about Caleb and Trent Ick-athon can choke and if Caleb really goes go off on his own I will scream like baby PLEASE
God now we have to wait a whole week IS IT THURSDAY YET
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I made a prompt list out of three other people prompts so I can practice stories.
Links to originals
https://wayfaring----stranger.tumblr.com/post/186040990132/fluff-prompt-list
https://sparklyhyunjinnie.tumblr.com/post/622355495153451008/my-prompt-list-give-me-the-numbers-and-the-idol
https://imnotcreativeenoughtomakegoodurl.tumblr.com/post/186758228060/mmm-love-me-some-casually-aggressive-fluff
Feel free to suggest or use for your own purpose.
I’m only posting in case people wanted to suggest some otherwise I’ll let google random number generator decide.
Out of: 1-132
1. “I really want to kiss you right now”
2. “Stay with me.. please?”
3. “I am so madly in love with you”
4. “As long as I’m alive, I will do everything I can to protect you”
5. “I’ve never felt so strongly about someone before. I’m terrified”
6. “I can’t stop thinking about you. No matter how hard I try, you’re always on my mind”
7. “Don’t go on that date” “Why?” “Because it will kill me if you do”
8. “Just say the words, and I’m yours” “I love you”
9. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me”
10. “Please tell me you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you”
11. “Is this okay?” “It’s perfect”
12. “It’s okay, you’re okay, I’ve got you now”
13. “Seeing you this riled up really makes me want to kiss you”
14. “Shut up” “Make me”
15. “You’re the most beautiful person in the room”
16. “I’ve waited too long to do this”
17. “Part of me wants to keep the promise I made to myself.. the other half wants to say ‘screw it’” “Which half is winning?” “The latter”
18. “Why don’t we just stay here a bit longer? In our little cocoon”
19. “Were you jealous?” “No… maybe…”
20. “As if I’m going to let go of you that easily”
21. “okay, but first kiss me.”
22. “i don’t like the dark”
23. “can i hold your hand”
24. “i cant sleep when you’re not beside me
25. “i’m sorry i cant help but stare”
26. “will you stay?”
27. “i promise i won’t let anything bad happen”
28. “i’m so goddamn in love with you”
29. “thats my ex, make out with me and make him jealous
30. “spin the bottle is chiché, i’m in”
31. “i don’t think anyone has ever said that to me before”
32. “i know it’s 2am but can we meet up”
33. “your lips are getting really close to mine”
34. “shit, how’d you make me blush like this?”
35. “why do you always call me when i’m on a date?”
36. “don’t be silly i want to stay up with you”
37. “Have you ever kissed anyone?’
38. “I really can’t take it when you cry like that… smile for me, alright? You’re so pretty when you smile.”
39. “How do you want to die?”
40. “I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”
41. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”
42. “Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”
43. “Just trust me”
44. “Your eyes are so pretty.”
45. “ive missed this”
46. “Did you just slap my ass?”
47. “Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”
48. “Can you please…? Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe put a shirt on?!”
49. “Give me attention.”
50. “Do we like…hold hands now?”
51. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”
52. “Don’t be nervous, you can come closer”
53. “I-I miss your arms around me as I slept, I know it’s embarrassing but you made me feel safe.”
54. “I have a feeling we should kiss.”“Is that a good feeling or a bad feeling?”
55. “You’re so soft, if I could ever touch the clouds, this is what they’d feel like.”
56. “we’re in public, you know”
57. “either take it off, or I will happily do it for you.”
58. “This is embarrassing but I had a bad dream and back home when this happens I normally just crawl into bed with my mom or sister but since they’re not here anymore can I sleep with you?”
59. “are those my hair clips”
60. “we need to talk about what happened last night”
61. "You're hiding under that blanket because you're blushing?"
62. “I’ll fix it.”
63. “Why are you unbuttoning your pants?”
64. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
65. “You’ve been so bad, haven’t you, baby?”
66. "The sunset isn't as beautiful as you, my love."
67. “Quit it or I’ll bite you.”
68. “I told you to bring a jacket”
69. �� “dont cry”
70. “if I was there, you’d be getting all the cuddles you deserve”
71. “Did someone say shower time?”
72. “I had a sex dream about you and honestly I don’t know how to feel about it
73. “We always share blankets on the couch, im sure sharing a bed isn’t much different.
74. “How much did you hear?”
75. “why are you so jealous?”
76. “you keep a photo of us in your wallet?”
77. “Bite me” “where”
78. “and just WHERE do you think you’re putting your hands?”
79. “I'm not going anywhere”
80. “are you sure, once we start I might not be able to stop”
81. “behave”
82. “Tell me what you want”
83. “I cant keep kissing strangers and pretending they're you” 64 - “why don’t you come over here and make me,”
84. “tell me again”
85. “Don’t ruin the sofa”
86. “Prove it”
87. “If you keep dancing like that I’m going to cum in my pants”
88. “Stop distracting me”
89. “Did you just look me up and down and bite your lip?”
90. “Are you sure that’s what you want, I could hurt you”
91. “What happens if I do this”
92. “Why don’t you put something pretty on for me”
93. “It was you this whole time”
94. “Is that a tattoo”
95. “I wonder what your boyfriend/girlfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now
96. “No im not letting you go, its too early to get out of bed”
97. “Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?”
98. “poor baby, do you want me to take care of it for you?”
99. “You can pull my hair all you want”
100. “that tickles,”
101. “your duality scares me,”
102. “What do you have behind your back?”
103. “You snuck into my room to cuddle?”
104. “Hold my hand please”
105. “Wait we were supposed to bring presents?”
106. “I know all of your weaknesses, but this ones new”
107. “We could go together if you wanted”
108. “oh my god do that again”
109. “Do you even know how to load a dishwasher?”
110. “I have a surprise for you”
111. “you're so cute when you pout like that”
112. “we should get a puppy!”
113. “I never cried over a gift before, but there’s a first for everything”
114. “was I too rough”
115. “You’re the one I want, is that so hard to believe?”
116. “I like the way your hand fits in mine”
117. “Wait don’t pull away… not yet”
118. “I love you”
119. “You cant leave without letting me hug you”
120. "I probably wouldn't care if you died because then I would just summon Satan to bring you back to life; It's no biggie at all."
121. "Say you're not worth it one more time, I dare you. I will throw hands with you, I swear to Go-"
122. "You make me want to punch the sun just by looking at you-But like, in a sorta declaration-of-my-undying-love kinda way."
123. "Jesus christ, I- It's nothing, I just realized that I would legit eat my kidneys for you. I just love you so much."
124. "Oh god, if you only knew the things I'd do for you."
125. "Sometimes I feel like all the love you give is going to make me implode one day."
126. "You call the shots; I would walk into a volcano with you if you felt like it."
127. "Here's the thing; there's no way you're stronger than me. I guess you're just gonna hafta miss a couple hours of work and cuddle with me then."
128. "I will boop your nose as many times as I like, thank you very much!"
129. "'Aight wanna bet? I will phisically fight you for little spoon rights!"
130. "You're so cute! I just wanna hug you, and squeeze you, and love you and hold you until the end of time an- Oh sorry, it wasn't supposed to sound that creepy, I swear!"
131. "You know I would die for you, but for the love of all that is good in this godforesaken world; when I say 'bite me' during an argument it isn't and invitation to get horny."
132. "Don't be so gentle. You can hug me tighter y'know- I'm not going to pop or anything."
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The Innocent Girl // Part Thirty-Two: The Wrath of Alie // Bellamy Blake
gif is not mine
Words: 4800+ (im so sorry)
Warnings: fluff for sure. some angst as well.
Author’s Note: This is probably one of the quickest I’ve updated in a long while. I’ll probably be called selfish or something, but a certain lot of you that enjoy this, including myself, is the only reason I’m continuing this. I adore this story. I do. I’ve just been having a lot of negative thoughts about this series and comparing it to other’s I’ve read. I’m sorry I made it an OC. I see other writer’s use OC’s and get tons of notes and shit, but this? Nah. Or it sucks, but I’m super thankful to those who like, reblog, and comment that they want more. You’re the ones that really matter to me and keep me going. So thank you. Also, I’m sorry about the length. I didn’t intend for it to be so long, lol. Please enjoy xox AGAIN I’M SORRY IF I SOUND SELFISH I DON’T MEAN TO PLS DON’T HATE ME
I sit by the fire in the cave we’ve been hiding out in, tapping my foot against the ground repeatedly. Arkadia isn’t safe. What the hell happened? Did grounders get to them? I heard shuffling beside me as Octavia stands up, heading towards her things as she begins to pack them away.
“Octavia-”
“O, wait. You can’t just leave,” Bellamy calls out as he walks up to her.
“Watch me,” she states bluntly.
I stand up, making my way towards her as well. “Jasper said that Arkadia’s not safe,” I tell her and her head snaps towards me.
“What Jasper said sounds insane,” O mentions as her eyes move from me to her brother. Her gaze moves back towards her stuff. “Pike’s gone. I can handle myself,” there was a small pause before she speaks up once more, “grounders burn their dead.”
“I know that. Then what? Where are you gonna go?” Bellamy asks, his honey brown eyes trained on his sister.
“You don’t get to ask me that,” Octavia growls, glaring at her brother.
I press my lips together, watching the interaction as I feel my heart break for Bellamy. “What more do I have to do to prove that I’m on your side?” He pleads.
“Bring Lincoln back,” she mutters and begins to walk past him. “Turning Pike in does not make you one of the good guys, Bellamy. You did that to save me, save her. Not because what you thought Pike was doing to the grounders was wrong.”
“The grounders were starving us out,” Bell states while turning to face her. I glance towards the rest of the group, seeing the uncomfortable looks on their faces.
“Because you massacred an army that was sent to protect us,” O spits out.
“That army could have attacked us at any time and you know it.”
“But they didn’t attack. You did that,” the younger Blake mutters and continues, “you were hurting and you lashed out because that’s what you do. There are consequences, Bell. People get hurt. People die. Your people. Monroe’s dead. Lincoln is dead.”
Octavia lets out heavy breaths as I watch her take a quick glance at me before making her way out of the cave. I swallow the lump in my throat, knowing that she has a point about everything she just said.
Bellamy follows her and I let out a sigh, quickly following as well. “Bellamy wait,” I call out but he didn’t stop, his footsteps continuing at a quick pace. I stop by Harper and Bryan, watching with a heavy heart as Bellamy follows his sister, feeling the need for her to stay with them so he knows she’s safe.
“They’re here,” Bryan pipes up as the Rover stops a couple of feet in front of us.
My eyes widen as Clarke appears out of the darkness, her eyes looking to each of us before Jasper yells at us. “I need your help. We need to get her inside before she wakes up.” He carries Raven in his arms as a gasp leaves my lips, running towards him to help.
“Were you followed?” Bellamy asks as Jasper pants, stuttering an I don’t know. “Get her here,” he mumbles and Jasper gives the unconscious girl to Bellamy and the two begin to head into the cave.
“Get to the ridge. Radio if you spot anyone following,” Miller orders his boyfriends who just nods his head, “Harper will stay here on watch.” The two boys run deeper into the woods as I make my way into the cave, following Clarke as the blonde looks back towards Octavia who stands still, a look of contemplation on her face.
“Octavia, come on. We need you,” she calls out as we continue into the cave. “Clear some space.”
Sinclair and Monty clear out a space for her and Bellamy set her down carefully as Sinclair asks what the hell happened to her.
“I told you on the radio, Raven is not Raven anymore. None of them are,” Jasper tells us and I raise my eyebrows. Them? Audrey… “Jaha’s been chipping everyone.”
“Jasper’s right. I’ve seen it with my own eyes,” Clarke confirms.
Jasper takes a step forward, narrowing his eyes at her. “I don’t need your help, alright?” He practically demands and I take a step towards him, laying a hand on his shoulder. He swipes it off immediately, glaring at me before walking a couple of feet away from me as my chest clenches in pain.
A hand finds a way to my lower back and I look towards my right to see Monty beside me, giving me a sympathetic smile. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing you did. He’s just… broken,” he whispers and I nod my head. Doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt, still.
“Just take it easy and explain,” Bellamy mutters to Jasper as he nods his head.
“Jaha is using the chips to control everyone. You swallow it and it changes you. You forget who you are, and then you see this thing, Alie. Only she’s not really there. She made Raven slit her own wrists. She was trying to get her out of her head,” Jasper explains as he begins to get a little choked up. “I was trying to help her, but-”
“Okay, so let’s help her now,” Sinclair tells him while taking a step towards him. “Did she tell you how?”
“She was working on building something. She needed one of our old wristbands, but Jaha destroyed them all,” Jasper informs us.
Clarke picks her head up. “Wait a second,” she pauses, grabbing something from her coat before taking out a small chip of sorts. “Does it look like this?”
“Not exactly,” Jasper answers and I glance towards Raven to see her eyes wide open, staring at the thing in Clarke’s hand. Bellamy takes a step towards us as Raven lets out a grunt, getting up from the ground.
Jasper moves in her way when she punches him, making her way towards the opening of the cave. “Don’t let her get away!” Clarke yells as we all run after her.
“Hey. I can’t see anything,” Raven yells as Miller, Clarke, and Bellamy grab a hold of the mechanic while she struggles and screams for them to stop. “Let me go!”
“If Raven finds out where we are, so will Alie,” Jasper tells us and Octavia runs up to the girl and sticks the needle into her neck, knocking her ass out. “Reaper stick. Last dose.”
“We have to go,” Clarke suddenly speaks up and Octavia and I glance over at her.
I furrow my eyebrows together. “Where are we gonna go?”
“Why? Alie doesn’t know where we are,” Bellamy states.
“Because I know where we can get a wristband,” the blonde figures out and my eyes widen, suddenly with the plan of leaving.
-
We drive towards what looks to be a trading post and a woman walks out of the building before pulling out a machete. “I’ll go talk to her,” Clarke mumbles.
“I’ll go with you,” Bellamy pipes up and I frown slightly, watching as Octavia opens the back door, her and Bellamy hopping out of the Rover. I look towards Raven as she was lying on the floor of the Rover, still unconscious as I begin to chew my nails.
This is not the best for my heart or my sudden anxiety. I glance back out towards the windshield of the vehicle, seeing Bellamy and Clarke walking towards the woman. Everyone begins to pile out of the vehicle, Sinclair grabbing Raven as I stay put.
“Hurry, she’s waking up! We need to get her inside,” Sinclair yells towards the two.
I jump slightly when I hear Bellamy yelling, looking back out the window to see him pointing his rifle at the girl, telling her to move. She reluctantly moves out of the way as everyone began to pile inside. I slowly move out of the truck, making my way towards the building as I can hear Raven grunting and screaming from all the way out here.
“Where the hell am I? Let me go!” Raven begins screaming and I quickly run towards the back of the building, seeing everyone having trouble holding her down as I press my hands down on her shins. Raven continues to struggle and ends up punching Jasper in the face, again, while Sinclair and Octavia tie down her limbs to the bed.
We manage to tie her down as she continues to yell and we pile out of the room. Clarke goes to talk to a girl she calls Nylah as Bellamy makes his way back towards me.
“You okay?” He asks and I shake my head slightly. I can feel my hands shaking as Raven’s cries are still constant. “Hey, we’ll figure this out.”
Bellamy takes my hands in his and I nod my head, taking deep breaths while he brings me into a hug. Nylah brings out the wristband that we use to wear, giving it to the blonde.
“You guys can work in here,” she mumbles and points towards the room she just came from. Monty, Clarke, Sinclair begin to make their way into the room when I pull away.
“You should go with them. Be one of the good guys,” I whisper to him while looking up at his face. He gives me a small smile, kissing my forehead before following after the three of them.
I move to sit down by the fire, next to Octavia. “Hey,” I mumble quietly, kind of afraid to look at her as I feel her eyes on me. “I, uhm, I know it’s a difficult time for you right now-”
“Please do not tell me you’re about to stand up for Bellamy?” She asks me, anger in her voice.
I glance up at her, her eyes glaring into mine as I shake my head. “No, actually I wasn’t. I get why you’re mad at him. If I was in your position, I’d be furious too. I should be furious in my own shoes, but… I-”
“You love him,” Octavia finishes and I press my lips together while nodding my head. “It’s okay, you know? To love him. I can tell you’ve been a bit touchy towards me because of the situation. I don’t hate you.”
A sigh of relief leaves my lips, glad to hear. “Honestly, you have no idea how much better that makes me feel,” I chuckle, “and just so you know. I was gonna say that I know you’re going through a lot, but know that you can always come to me, okay?”
She nods her head, giving me a soft smile and gives me a quick hug before getting up from the floor, heading into the room that the others were in.
-
“Guys!” Jasper yells and I pick my head up, quickly getting off the floor as everyone including myself run into the room, seeing the mechanic pulling at the rope with her teeth.
“She’s re-opened her wounds,” Clarke states as I grip one of her arms. “We need bandages.”
“I got her,” Bellamy mutters and stands on the opposite side of me.
“No, take her wrist,” the blonde orders him and he complies, his eyes meeting mine. “Raven, stop fighting us!”
She begins to clean her wound as Raven growls at us, Jasper beginning to talk to Alie. “Alie. Alie,” he tries while looking at the mechanic. “Alie! Look at me. I know you can hear this. Why are you doing this to her? Let her go.”
“I’ll let her go,” Raven speaks, her voice distinctively different as my eyes widen, “when you give me what I want.” Her head snaps towards the blonde. “The technology that Clarke carries, it belongs to me.”
“No way,” Clarke utters and Raven begins to growl again.
“Clarke, just give it to her. Clarke!” Jasper tries to reason with the blonde.
“If you let Raven die. You’ll never get it,” Clarke mentions and Raven’s struggles die down. “Untie her wrists. Hold her steady.”
I untie the rope wrapped around Raven’s wrist as Jasper takes a hold of her legs. Clarke relocates her shoulder. “She’s never gonna stop hurting herself,” Bellamy tells the blonde and I look towards Clarke to see her staring down at Raven. “Someone has to stay with her.”
“I’ll be on first watch,” Clarke mutters, looking to the rest of us. “We’ll take turns.”
“You don’t give the orders, Clarke,” Jasper snaps, his eyes glossed over with tears as he breaths erratically.
“Guess he doesn’t forgive you for murdering his girlfriend,” Raven calmly states.
I swallow thickly, looking towards Jasper. “Jasper, take a break,” Bellamy tells the teen and he nods his head, leaving the room. I tuck a strand of loose hair behind my ear as Bell and I leave the room as well, leaving Clarke alone with Raven.
“Is this really a good idea?” I ask the curly-haired man as we left the room. He lets out a sigh, shuffling his hair around and shrugs his shoulders.
“I’ve got no idea, but it’s all we’ve got right now.”
Jasper sits at a table, fiddling with the restraint on his wrist. I keep my distance as Bellamy walks up to the table. “You’re okay with her coming back after all this time?” Jas sighs, looking towards the room before his eyes meet Bellamy’s. “Taking over?”
“She’s trying to save Raven,” he tells him.
The buzzcut teen nods his head, continuing to fiddle with his wrist. “Guess she thinks Raven’s worth saving. Lucky for her.”
I watch as Bellamy presses his lips together, leaning against the wooden surface. “Just get yourself together, Jasper. You can’t let your anger get in the way of what we have to do.”
“When you get angry, people die. Just ask that girl over there,” Jasper whispers to Bellamy before he gets up from the table, heading towards the door.
I sigh a bit as Bell glances over his shoulder, Nylah looking at him for a few seconds before continuing to light candles around the room. I place a comforting hand on his shoulder, muttering that I got this before following my best friend outside.
“Jasper,” I call out and the teen turns around to face me.
“What do you want?”
A scoff leaves my lips, rolling my eyes as I’m sick of this attitude he’s giving everyone.
“What do I want? I want to know why the fuck you’re upset with me!? I didn’t do anything to you, Jasper. I tried to be there for you, but you know what happened? Monty told me that it wasn’t worth trying because you’re pushing everyone away! Do you know who should be pushing people away? Me! Both you and Monty thought I was dead after what happened at the dropship and you know what Audrey told me? That both of you had accepted the fact that I was dead. Do you know how that feels? Kinda like what you’re feeling. So, drop your bullshit with me. Be mad at Clarke for all I care. There’s no reason for you to be taking your anger out on me when I’ve done jack shit,” I breathe heavily after basically screaming at the kid, tears coming to my eyes as I begin to calm down slightly.
Jasper’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he takes a step towards me. “I’m sorry, Britt. You’re right,” he mumbles quietly and brings me into a hug. “Everyone was just so tired of me that if I went to you, you’d begin to feel that way as well. I’m sorry. I truly am.”
I sniffle, wiping my eyes after I pull away from my best friend. “I get it, but you should know by now that I’m not like other people. I’m very forgiving. Hell, I’ve almost fully forgiven Bellamy for the shit he’s pulled even though he doesn’t deserve it.”
A small chuckle leaves his lips as his eyes look towards the building. “You know I never would’ve thought little miss innocent would fall for the bad boy,” he jokes and I slap his chest, a chuckle leaving my lips as well.
“Shut up. I’m not that innocent anymore,” I tell him with a smile before letting out a sigh. “I’ve missed you, you know. After all this shit is over we need to just chill.”
“I can get down with that,” he mentions and brings his hand up to my hair, ruffling it a bit.
-
Bellamy and Jasper sit to watch Raven as I peek through the curtain, seeing Raven’s eyes trained on the two.
“Look at your united front,” she says as the two boys look over at the brunette. “Tell me. Why does Bellamy get a pass for murdering your girlfriend? What was her name?”
“Don’t talk about Maya,” Jasper calmly states while shaking his head.
“You don’t have to listen to this,” Bellamy tells Jasper.
“Let’s protect, Jasper. Jasper’s so sensitive. Jasper’s lost someone. Everyone, cater to his feelings,” Raven taunts as I silently watch, moving my gaze between the three people. “We’ve all lost someone. You don’t see us falling apart. You don’t see us getting wasted. Being useless.”
“No, you took a pill to take your pain away,” Jasper points out as he looks over at Raven. “You gave up your memories.”
“But then, why should we expect anything more? You used to get high off people’s medicine. Being a selfish loser was your only move.”
“Stop,” Jasper whispers.
“That’s all we see when we look at you,” Raven mentions and I’m about to barge in when Clarke grabs my arm, shaking her head no. “A coward. A waste of breath. Why do you even bother living? You’re weak. Pathetic. You can’t save me. You can’t even save yourself. You couldn’t save whats-her-name.”
“You know her name!” Jasper yells, flying out of his chair.
Bellamy gets out of his chair, standing in front of the teen to stop him from going anywhere near Raven. “Jasper think. It’s not Raven talking and you’re giving her what she wants. Go,” he whispers and I see Jasper coming towards the sheets, walking through it.
“Just you and me, huh?” Raven smirks over at Bellamy as he sits back in the chair. I chew on my fingernails as I listen to the conversation, hearing her talk about the fun time they had together. The first time I really got my heart broken.
I push myself through the curtains, gaining Raven and Bellamy’s attention as she looks me up and down. “Bellamy, switch out,” I tell him and he shakes his head.
“No. I’m fine. Go,” he mentions and I let out a laugh, moving to sit beside him.
“Fine. If you’re not leaving then I’m staying.”
Raven looks over at us, the smirk back on her lips. “Oh, yay. The happy couple.” Her eyes move towards me, her head tilted to the side. “Tell me, Britt, how does it feel to be with a man who fucked almost every girl at camp?”
I let out a sarcastic laugh, leaning back in my chair as I smirk back at the girl. “Try me, bitch.”
“Oo, a challenge. I’m all for. Alright. Let’s talk about Octavia. How much longer do you think she’ll be friends with you knowing that you’re sleeping with a monster?” She asks and glances towards Bellamy.
I stay silent, already knowing that Octavia is alright with it. I can feel Bellamy’s eyes on me as I look towards him, a sad look on his features. It’s okay I mouth to him, giving him a reassuring smile.
“How about how Bellamy told me that he’s been with you only to get another notch on his belt?” She tries and I can feel my stomach drop, but I collect myself a bit. Bellamy and I have slept with each other like… six times already. That’s not true. “Oh, did I hit something?”
“Raven, that’s enough,” Bellamy tells her with a hard glare.
“No, you know what Alie,” I start, tired of her shit, “you know nothing of mine and Bellamy’s relationship. Just so you know, I know for a fact that that’s not true because we’ve slept together plenty of times.”
Bellamy rests a hand on my knee, making me look over at the curly-haired man. “Hey, stop,” he whispers and I sigh, nodding my head.
“Wow, plenty of times, huh? Man, she must be a keeper Bellamy,” Raven starts, tilting her head towards the older Blake. "But, it’s got to be hard to know that the person you're absolutely in love with hates you. You can see the hatred in her eyes when she looks at you.”
I narrow my eyes at the mechanic, wishing the lies would fucking stop. Bellamy’s not in love with me and I don’t hate him. He knows that I don’t anyway… I think.
"Shut up," Bellamy mutters while resting his elbows on his knees, not making eye contact with the mechanic.
"Am I triggering something?" Raven asks and Bellamy keeps his eyes on the wall in front of him.
"You know, it's almost the same look she gave you when you slept with me… Then afterward you tried to kiss her. Now, Bellamy," Raven drawls out and the curly-haired man takes a quick glance towards the brunette, "did you really think that'd work? That it was the best idea to do?"
Bellamy swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing his throat. Raven struggles in her restraints a bit as she mumbles to herself. Her eyes move towards me as I kept mine on her, figuring out what she’s trying to get at.
"Britt doesn't deserve you, at all. Hell, she's probably better off with Murphy than you," she tells him while lurching forward slightly. "That reminds me. You know how many times I heard Murphy say he was gonna steal your girl and show her how a man would pleasure her. Apparently, he doesn't think you're man enough for Angel."
"Raven, shut. Up." Bellamy and I growl, the mechanic knowing she's getting into his head
The brunette studies us for a moment, before moving onto a much more serious topic. “Does it bother you that you don’t get any credit for the genocide at Mount Weather?” She asks Bellamy and I look towards the guy, seeing him look at her for a second before shaking his head. “Clarke gets to be the Commander of Death, but you murdered all those people, too, and you’re just forgotten. Then again…” she trails off, leaning her head back against the bed frame. “You didn’t get any credit for the culling of the Ark, either. How many people suffocated when you threw away my radio? You know, at least Clarke was saving her own people. You were just saving your own ass. Of course, that’s nothing compared to killing your own mom.”
I watch as his eyes dart to hers, an unreadable expression on his face as my heart drops into my stomach. Bellamy lets out a deep breath through his nose, sitting back in his chair.
“You just had to take little sister to her first dance. You might as well have just shoved Aurora out of the airlock yourself.”
That’s why he wasn’t a guard anymore…
“Do you think she would be proud of you now? About the kind of leader, you’ve become? I wish you’d see the truth. I want Britt to see the truth, like the rest of us, do. But, you’re a follower. Clarke’s been back for one day and you’re already taking orders. A good, little knight by his queen’s side. Are you really even devoted to your angel here? I mean you left her in Mount Weather to die and face it… she almost did.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bellamy tells her calmly as my heart begins to pound against my ribcage.
“Well, you already thought she was dead since you avenged her right? I mean, you picked up a gun and slaughtered an army that was sent to protect us.”
“Raven, stop,” I pipe up, having heard enough of this shit.
Nylah walks into the room, shooting daggers at Bellamy as the two of us get up from our seats. “My father… you…” she growls.
“Nylah,” Bellamy whispers as the blonde continued to walk up to him.
“You killed him,” she spat and slaps him across the face.
Clarke grabs ahold of the girl, pulling her away from Bell. “Nylah. Nylah, you can’t be in here,” she tells her and begins to drag her out of the room.
“It’s too late,” Jasper starts, looking towards the mechanic, “Raven’s already seen her. Alie knows we’re here.”
Bellamy glares at the mechanic, grabbing his jacket before leaving the room. I quickly follow him, as he walks out of the building. I witness as he lets out a loud grunt, kicking over a barrel before ripping twigs off a nearby tree.
“Feel better?” Nylah asks before I get a chance to speak up, seeing her standing beside me. Bell turns around, seeing both of us standing before him as he lets out a sigh.
“All I wanted was to protect my people.”
“By destroying mine,” she states and my lips part, already shaking my head as Bellamy takes a couple of steps towards us, his eyes trained on her.
“I’m sorry.”
“People like you always are,” Nylah comments and the three of us stand in silence until the Rover approaches us. The blonde walks back into the building as I move to stand beside Bellamy, my fingers grazing against the palm of his hand.
I look up at him to see his eyes on me, unshed tears glossing over his eyes and he grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers. I squeeze his hand softly, letting him know that I’m here for him. “Follow me,” he mumbles and leads me away from everyone as Monty and Octavia head inside.
We get a few feet away from the building, standing in the dark as Bellamy stops before turning to face me. “What’s wrong?” I ask, stepping closer to him.
“I just… can’t help but think about what Raven was saying,” he tells me and I grab his other hand.
“She was just trying to-”
“Get in my head, I know,” he finishes and I press my lips together. “The stuff she was saying about you. About how it sucks feeling like the only girl I’ve ever been in love with hates me.”
My breath hitches in my throat as my body tenses up. What…? “Bell-”
“No, let me finish. Angel, it’s true. I saw the way you reacted when she said it. You don’t believe I’m in love with you, but I am. And I know you don’t hate me, but you should. I broke your heart by sleeping with Raven, I made you stay at Mount Weather when it exploded. You almost died because of me. I killed hundreds of grounders because I was angry that they took you from me. Even if it was just one clan. All I could see was red. I let you put yourself in a dangerous situation by helping Kane, but pretending to be on Pike’s side. I should’ve…”
“You should shut up,” I cut him off. “Bellamy… you might’ve done all of that, but I can see that you realized what you did was wrong. Apparently, no one else can but I do. I already forgave you for about half the things you’ve done because I can’t stay mad at you. It’s impossible and really kind of annoying,” I chuckle and see a small smile come to his lips. “You just have to prove to everyone that you’re on our side. That you’re trying to fix things and if they still won’t accept it then fuck them. They’ll figure it out because I know you. I know you won’t stop trying until you succeed.”
Bellamy lets out a tiny scoff, shaking his head while bringing his hand up to my face. “God, how did I ever deserve you?” He asks and rests his forehead against mine.
I shrug my shoulders, looking up at him through my lashes. “I don’t know. Luck of the draw I guess?”
He dips down to press his lips to mine, a small groan escaping from my lips as I wrap my arms around his neck. Bell’s hands move to my waist, sliding around my lower back and deepens the kiss. I bite down on his lip and pull away from him as a moan leaves his lips.
“We can make out later. Right now… we need to go save Raven,” I tell him while combing my fingers through his hair.
“I love you, Angel.”
My cheeks heat up as a large smile comes to my lips. “I love you too, Freckles.”
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I love every piece of you ( Taehyung One-shot )
The year is 5037, and the earth undergoing technological advancements at a rapid speed. Human robots are being built as war machines, but throughout time, they have been allowed to roam the mundane world. Of course the robots have human hearts, but can they still beat behind all of those circuits? Cyborg!Taehyung, Fem!Mechanic! Reader.
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut, the feels
I stare up at the pipes of the motorcycle, having no hope for the thing after its been in the shop six times in the past month. As much as I loved him, Jung Hoseok didn’t know how to take care of a bike for shit. As I slide myself out from under the bike, I sit up and look outside, seeing the rain start to pour through the open doors of the shop. I take a moment to watch as the dry cement slowly turns from tan to light grey, the rain staining it temporarily. “Y/N, we close in 20 minutes and you’re still working on that bike? Hobi is really lucky to have a friend like you who will work off of the clock to make him happy.” I stand up and turn towards my fellow co-worker, Jungkook, and flash him a small smile. “At least I’m productive while at work Kookie, all you do is play air guitar with the brooms in the back closet instead of finishing the Harley thats been sitting here for two weeks.” Jungkook acts shocked, pressing his hand to his heart as if i hurt his ego. “Y/N, how dare you insult my Justin Bieber performances, Namjoon told me last week that I was getting better at the broom than I ever have been with the mop. Im going home to practice, and next time, I’m not inviting you backstage.” With that, he grabs his coat and tosses me his keys, walking to the door. “Lock up will you? It’s the least you can do since you took a stab at my ego. Be safe on the way home Y/N, there is an extra umbrella on my stage- i mean, in the closet.” He waves goodbye before quickly running out the door, shielding himself from the heavy drops. I roll my eyes before grabbing my jacket as well, pulling it on before tidying up my station. Once I’ve put all of my tools away and swept the floors, I head for the doors, closing them tightly before locking them. I turn around and take a step forward, my eyes locking on a figure huddled up in the parking lot, next to my car, as large raindrops start to hit my face. I hesitate for a moment before calling out, hoping to god that it wasn't a homeless man about to chase me for money. “Are you alright?” I half yelled, waiting for a moment to see if the man would answer before getting closer. As I looked him over, his body was jolting, or shaking, if you prefer. Light blue sparks ran up his arms, and down his back, the water from the sky clearly shorting his circuits. I hesitate, reaching my hand out slowly to try and get a glimpse of his face, or at least to help the poor guy out. “Sir..?” Suddenly, as hand connects with my throat, the metal weaved into his fingers sliding against my skin easily as my body is pushed back into my car door. I struggle in a panic, my hands going to his arm as the sparks still run through him, giving some light to illuminate parts of his face. His grip loosens enough for me to breathe, but he still keeps his hold on me. “W-where am I..?” His features are cold and serious as he asks, but there is still a hint of question in his voice, his eyes unwavering at he stares at me. “Your’e standing in front of my shop in the pouring rain, short circuiting and holding me against my will. I suggest you let me go before I kick you in the balls and call the police..” I knew that this man was a cyborg, and there was no way that my strength would ever match his, so I decided to keep calm in hopes that he would kindly let me go. He stares at my face a moment longer before finally releasing his grip, his hand twitching a bit as another spark flies up his arm, his eyes flashing in pain as the water continues to seep into his metal plates. I let out a small sigh and rub my neck, attempting to soothe the small red marks that his hand left before reaching for the keys to the shop, his eyes following my every move, as to make sure that I wasn’t going to try anything. “I will help you, as long as you don’t try and strangle me again. I have to open in the morning and I can’t die before fixing my friend’s bike or he would kill me himself for a second time.” I walk back to the doors and unlock them, stepping inside as he cautiously follows me inside, both of our clothes dripping onto thee floor as I slide the doors closed once again, the building finally shielding us from the rain. I ring out my jacket before deciding to take it off, my damp shirt being the better choice than my soaked zip up. He stands there unsure of what to do as he follows my movements, slowly following my lead as he begins to ring out his shirt as well. I walk to the tool bench, pulling out two chairs from below it as I sit down and organize which tools I will need, scrap metals, and a couple of rags. I motion for him to sit down, and he does so after he finally realizes that I mean no harm to him. “Mind if I take apart your arm and spine plates and dry them? They were the only ones that I saw were sparking.” He nods, slowly taking his shirt off to expose each piece of metal that was carefully crafted into his skin, acting as an armor. The light grey metal was shiny, somehow mixing well with his pale complexion, and it sunk in perfectly, almost like a weaved basket made carefully by an old woman with nothing better to do. Although he looked slim, there were faint lines that defined his chest and shoulders, showing how toned he actually was. I clear my throat and feel my cheeks heat up slightly as I reach to the side and grab a clean rag, dabbing each metal plate to dry it off a bit before I get to work. As I meet his eyes, a small smile forms on his lips as he notices my blush. I quickly look away and continue my work, focusing on that to make sure that I don’t screw up. “How do you know how to fix someone like me?” His words startle me a bit out of my groove, my eyes looking up to meet his as i finish drying the inside of the last plate. “Ah.. my father was a Cyborg. He didn’t start as one of course, but after I was born he joined the army and underwent surgery to become one. When he wasn’t on active duty, he would come home to see me and my mother, and throughout the years I just learned from him I guess.” He nodded to acknowledge the fact that we was listening as I placed the last plate back into place, making sure that each one fit back perfectly like a puzzle, not wanting any of the wires to not match its partner. I nod at my work and rub my hands on my thighs, removing the water that came from the metal. I listen as the rain still pounds against the tin roof of the shop, clearly not stopping any time soon. “It looks like we are stuck here until the rain stops. Lucky for us, there is a cot in my coworker’s station. We can hang out there until it is dry outside.” I stand up and he follows, letting me lead the way to Jungkook’s station, a cot and some blankets neatly set up for whenever he decides to nap on the clock. I pick up a blanket and hand it to him, seating myself on the cot after i notice that my clothes are mostly dry now, and pull the second blanket over my lap. He watches me get settled before sitting next to me, keeping the blanket folded nicely as he keeps it on his legs. “I’m Taehyung by the way.. I am sorry for scaring you before hand, I was just not able to think clearly with all of that water inside of me.” He keeps looking forward, his eyes wondering around the shop as I turn to him, admiring his facial features a bit before flashing a small smile, glad to hear him speak to show me that I did a pretty damn good job at lining up the wires correctly. “The name is Y/N, and don’t mention it, I understand. I would’ve freaked out too if I was in your position.” He looks at me after a moment and gives a genuine smile, pleased to know that I didn't take his actions to heart. “Y/N... I like it. Its a beautiful name for a skilled woman. Thank you for helping me out..” His eyes meet mine again, the deep brown stare baring into mine as my breath catches, my stomach twisting a bit as butterflies run through it. Something about the way his deep voice travels through my ears, and how his eyes shimmer in the lighting from the oil lanterns attached to the ceiling makes my body temperature rise, something I’m sure that he notices since all of his senses are advanced. His smile fades and he leans forward slowly, his lips inches from mine as his warm breath hits my skin, making me shiver under his gaze. A small smirk takes place on his lips before he seals the kiss, his mouth moving against mine slowly as his hands come up to rub my arms that were chilled from being out in the rain beforehand. I let out a soft wince as he bites my lip, his hands moving to grab my hips and placing me on his lap to face him with ease. He continues to kiss me, the slow, romantic pace turning more eager and hungry every second. He breaks the kiss and runs his fingers tips against my sides, pulling my shirt off as he teases me with such a simple action. “I was thinking of a way to thank you properly love, but I couldn’t hold my composure much longer. You’re so beautiful..” His hands find the clasp of my bra and undo it as his eyes admire every inch of the exposed skin. At this point I can’t help myself either as my hips roll against his clothed member, feeling just how hard he is under me. His head leans back slightly, taking the feeling of my core against his before snapping, flipping us both over so that he hovers over me. His lips catch mine again, passionately dancing against my own as his hand travels down my navel and to my pants, undoing them with ease before slipping his hand into my panties. His fingers run against my pussy, the cold metal weaved into his skin gliding against my clit perfectly as the coldness from it soothes the aching excitement. A small moan slips past my lips as he breaks the kiss to watch me, smiling down as if witnessing my pleasure is the best thing he has ever seen. “Do you like that baby? Does feeling the metal against your hot pussy make you want even more?” His fingers suddenly stop the teasing on my clit and dip into my heat, giving me no time to process it as he thrusts them into me at lightning speed. I let out a cry as he keeps up the pace, the tips of his fingers reaching deep as he rubs against my walls, wetness dripping down my thighs as he adds a third finger. He edges me right up to my orgasm, but pulls out his fingers right before I get there. I look up at him in disbelief as he smirks, standing up and removing his pants before pumping his cock in his hand a couple of times. “I still need some fixing babygirl. Help me, and I’ll make sure that you get to cum.” I get up eagerly, taking off my pants as well before getting on my knees in front of him. I lick my lips before taking the tip of his cock into my mouth, sucking gently before looking up at him. His head falls back in bliss as I swirl my tongue around the tip, getting deeper with each movement before he is touching the back of my throat. As I bob my head, his hips meet my movements as they thrust up, making me choke a bit as he grabs a fist full of my hair in his hands. After holding my head down for a couple of seconds, he lets my head up and I take a gasping breath, meeting his eyes as he sends me a smirk. “Lay down love, it’s my turn to help you.” I lay down at his words, obeying him since the ache between my thighs is getting to hard to handle. He hovers above me once again and lines himself up at my entrance, leaning down to give me a soft kiss before sliding himself inside, his cock stretching my pussy out perfectly, like it was made just to be there. He gives me a moment to adjust before abruptly thrusting into me, showing no mercy as he leans down and runs his lips across my neck, leaving marks along it in the process. Moans come from both of our mouths as our bodies press together, getting as much pleasure from one another as we can. I let my fingers find his back, my nails digging into his skin as his hips snap into mine over and over, his body not tiring out at all like a normal human’s would. “Come on baby, cum on my cock. I want to feel you release on me, shaking from the way I make you feel. Can you do that for me?” He encourages me, but keeps up his movements before reaching down and circling my clit with his fingers. Pleasure shoots through me once again, my walls tightening around him as another loud moan escapes my lips, echoing off of the walls, my release hitting me hard as he keeps pounding into me, releasing soon after as he feels the warm liquids around his cock. He sighs in content before laying beside me, not bothering to pull out yet as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer, his head resting against mine. I smile lazily and happily cuddle him back, pulling the blanket over us as we let our bodies rest against the cot. “That was amazing Taehyung.. thank you.” He kisses my forehead before nuzzling his nose against yours. “You fixed me, and I was happy to return the favor.. not everyone helps out someone with more pieces that they can handle.” I let a sleepy smile cover my face before kissing him softly. “Taehyung, I love every piece of you..” He looks surprised for a moment, those words leaving the lips of such a beautiful woman. “Y/N..-” a quiet snore sounds and he looks down at you before chuckling, pulling you closer as he kisses your head. “I love you too Y/N..”
#bts#jungkook#taehyung#j-hope#fanfic#smut#fluff#kpop#itsthreeamandihaveawholepapertowrite#kpop aesthetic#scifi#cyborg#myfirstfic#love yourself
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I'm cray but I make it seem like it's the new beautiful.My jobs won't last long. My relationships are miles and miles down a dark part in my head. I get restless and feel like if I spend enough time stuck in one place my life flashes before my eyes like this:Born without lungs I couldn't use without a machine helping me remember to breathe so 3 months in a box NICU/ gravesite in the hospital where other babies were dying next to me and I was operated on every day hating life then hallelujah handed off to my teenage full on scream throwing shit annoying kyle parents who know how to get pregnant but not turn into role models or parents fit to handle their child without going all warzone style 5 or 9 days of the week and making me listen to them from the bedroom trying not to pee my pants because if i left the safe zone i'd regret it and wow fuck after 9 years of that bs my time got split by weeks on and off with each psycho.. I couldn't choose families so instead these fuckers mysteriously disappear right when a girl needs to get their parents shitty guidance the most..Normal 12 year olds deal with the growing spells and emotional rollercoasters and hit the fan normally. My heart started failing around the time my friend died while I was on restriction once again for months for asking a fucking question thats when my dad mad lost respect from me when I got yelled at for being upset about it minutes after realizing he texted me with no answer before killing himself and mom just got up and left with her kids a milli miles away n signed her rights solely to my dad who emotionally abused the shit out of me all that summer and on till I turned 16. mom never called back so i raged like hell when i physically fought him back after craving one day to get him to try me and he threw hands before kicking me out his gf and kids got to live with him. After billions of drastic measures to get myself free from never going out and seeing friends and sharing xanax with his ex to handle life for a year and a half and then having to withdrawal when she left him when I didn't even know what that word meant.Life flashes before my eyes and I want to change the channel and find something else God let me take over.I got free written all over me nowGangsta rap and millions of quotes for motivation made me do it biiitch. Till I hit a wall and started arguing with myself about who made the turn into that wall instead of climbing it and fighting that fight bagging up the wasted time.Mad frets being an orphaned only child with 2 siblings and parents closed off like I'm not allowed into their mix like family vacations and pets dying or weekly interactions or whatevs. Last year my mom kicked me out for the 5th time and I fought with my boy dude all aggravated and tried draining all my blood out in a Linda Lane parking space. God came over to me and handed my bloody spine a surge of survival juice and then did it again when I was drunk and made my car do cartwheels and kicked up the dirt on miracles when I walked away without getting paralyzed or killing someone and even gave me some advice and asked me politely to dig elsewhere instead of at myself and my health and my luck with my freaky misguided baddie self.I'm promising the world a better bitch because a bitter bitch is bound to get barked at by emotionally abusive barking freaks.I'd rather do the barking. I'm living like it's hard to die cause it is but this past year I've gone from codependent as a left shoe, to mad at the ones who got me twisted into something I wasn't, to gifting myself the go get em attitude back, and asking me aggressive ass questions about how I want to leave the world when my time does come and my heart retires. As kind as ever I be asking it to show willingness to undoubtedly fill others hearts who are broken too as a requirement for my shenanigans I left on my loved ones hearts last summer.I'm not trying to die as much as I'm trying to stop feeling so extra extra alive when everything gets so overwhelming and I just wanna be with my friends souls and not my retched body that has to endure so much thinking and wondering and blah blah blah.I'm not trying to give up but I'm lifting up every stone to find another reason to keep going when I'm running with no direction. My retched life is as important to keep from enforcing extinction as my friends were as important to me before passing too quickly.This journey is a fucking trip now that I'm flashing ya'll with it all girls gone wild style. The dreams I have are vivid and I talk a bunch about all that makes up who I am and why I think that is.And I'm mad and weird and people get intimidated by my lack of structure because I have trauma inside me like black on a yellow highlighter but this post is proof of just a quarter of whats fueling the weird greatness that is me. And its strength doesn't go unnoticed so I'm thrilled to be of distraction to you from whatever it is going on where u are.You really can't say you know what it's like to try and treat life like it's gold when it's an empty farm and no one is around to feed you.You can't feel sorry for me if you know that if you were in my shoes you would have been sent back to a better place ages ago because there was no way in hell you fit in this tank of a lifetime.You really can't say you hang in there cause you have the lives of 7 cats because piles of survival follows you like a shadow you can't detach from..I am my parent I am my guardian and I have been acting like I'm out of control in hopes of being acknowledged and loved for it but I'm mostly losing daylight doing that so I am forcing acknowledgment with this post and practicing self love for the science experiment that is the first child/girlfriend/friend that no one wants to remember having.This is not easy being single and wishing you could move vicariously through a partner but you're making that partner be you for once.. I don't know what to do with my hands..don't make that sexual I was just referencing taladega nightshahah andI love my parents they just face their children like they face their demons.. differently.Thank god I got all these prayer angels helping me see the light cause I'd be a dark lil somethin else if I didn't! God gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiersTop tier immortality might have accumulated in here too idfk yet tho hopefully not ha ha ha (nervous laughter) (im really 900 years old but I forgot my ID to prove it to you)that's all for now.
#life#story#my story#writing#personal#how i am#who i am#me#literally me#storytelling#personal story#recovery story#progress story#experiment#science
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do you think charlei and dee had sex because they mistook their genuine platonic bonding as attraction? (serious question, steming from thatlesbian dee post). I never thought of it that way, and I'm interested to hear that side !
YES that’s actully smthn i lose my sht abt !! iv blown up ppls mssgs with this kinda talk like, im a mess. ok lemme type right nd lemme type A Lot Again Anyways cz thos 2 giv me Way too many feelings (im spposd to b working on a final rn christ…)
okay…i scrolled back up after finishing nd turns out i went…literally insane…aka Much too far…so i need to under-the-cut it. mobile…viewers…i’m rly so sorry. swipe hard to leap ahead…hell im sorry fr computer viewers too. my theme is rough.
to start, my HCs surrounding chardee are rooted in charlie being on the ace spectrum and dee being gay (or like @ least bi, but imo all the men stuff is straight up compulsory heterosexuality).
i will always cling tight to the deleted scene wherein charlie says he thinks sex is gross and will genuinely get sick when he thinks about it unless he thinks about it with one specific woman. i know he shows sexual interest a decent amount of times throughout the show and has canonically had sex (on camera too, yeesh) but i see each time as very out of the blue moments (coming onto dee @ multiple points while worked up, agreeing to bang tatiana cuz she says to, that kinda thing) or relating to his long standing and delusional obsession with the waitress. in that vein, he’s also canonically enjoyed sex, and I don’t try and blind-eye any of it, because ace doesn’t always mean sex can’t be enjoyed in the moment. charlie definitely has a libido, and bodies be bodies. hell, sex-repulsed can sometimes even flip 180 in the right conditions. shit is one fun spectrum i’ll tell you that…but either way, to start with him, i think him going forward with banging dee was very much a misjudgment of what feelings are and being extremely caught up in a moment where he felt real, genuine, closeness with someone else who he was having a damn good time making terrible poetry with.
as for dee, i, first of all, just agree with everything in that post. in the context of chardee, as much as i will lose my mind in tags about how hard i ride or die the ship, it’s mostly my obsession with their dynamic. i don’t think chardee is meant to be endgame. i absolutely 100% believe that dee, too, is misinterpreting her feelings. i think part of it is her consistent comp het, and the other is she’s never been close with someone the way she has been with charlie, and she doesn’t know what she’s meant to do with it. i think she was similarly caught up in a moment in which she showed her own vulnerability, opening herself up to someone who could easily just ridicule her as she’s used to (”right now? i’m scared”), and she receives support from him instead (”you’re not gunna bomb, you’re gunna do great”). we’ve seen how much dee craves validation, thats her entire thing. i’m not shocked she dropped her pants in this moment lmao. she probably felt her damn heart flutter cuz she got told by someone who she at least somewhat trusts that she really is good, even if she doesn’t think so. the only rational explanation for the feeling associated with that person is that he’s The One right? pretty big leap
just…basically i dont think either of them know what a relationship is.
charlie’s lived nearly his entire life deluding himself into thinking that, 1. he and the waitress have a relationship that is anything other than creepy, and 2. that the warped-ass mess of an image he’s created in his brain for what he and the waitress are to each other is what love is. he thinks he’s making progress in getting close to her when the only thing she’s Ever done pre-s12 is ask him to leave her the fuck alone. he’s never even attempted to look past the waitress before, and the only time he shows interest in other people it’s purely his libido talking. he doesn’t pursue romance, and the one time we’ve seen him do so he was using her to get to, who else?, the damn waitress.
dee’s lived her entire life having to prove herself to every single person she interacts with, and its familiar to her to getting ahead by using men, usually as sexual objects. i’m hesitant to bring this up on a post wherein i speak on dee’s sexuality because i don’t want to link this trait to it in any way as if its related, but to be fair, dee is as much a serial rapist as dennis is in that regard. the gang are shitty people, we know that. she will get men drunk to have sex with them, or pressure them into it, or trick them into it. she’s not having sex with these men for pleasure, she’s literally doing it for power. it’s absolutely fucked up, but so is she.
when she Is romantically involved, she’s shown to leap headfirst into those relationships and blow them out of proportion on 0 grounds for it. she buys a promise ring for a guy who didn’t think they were dating, it’s implied she’s going to actually go ahead with the brad fisher marriage thing after the episode ends, she gloats about how important she is to a stripper who was literally shame-crying during sex (also? she says “we BOTH wept,” and she can say that’s because it was that good, but i really doubt it). i mean the woman GAGS when talking to men she’s “nervous” around, something she takes as meaning she’s attracted to them? lmao uh???
at this point i’ve probably repeated myself over and over, my brain is on backwards and my train of thought went off the rails years ago. but i’m still gunna retype an old set of tags i found:
i hc that neither of them end up together but they do go through a relationship-ish phase, but dee’s gay and charlie’s okay with that (and always ace in my mind) because they finally move on from their own irrational drives to adhere to what they think is expected of them. i dont think either of them have any idea what a relationship is meant to be and they pathetically grasp at each other because they’re kind-ish to one another and that feels safe for once. chardee may be my main ship but i purposefully backtrack on myself because i know they’re two people who barely know love and have found each other, both as underdogs in their environments, and feel an electrifying Something that they Cant Name wen theyre together, and that something just so happens to be friendship and they don’t realize it cuz they’re doofuses who’ve led really unfortunate lives where friendship and hatred are always intermingling.
i’ve never brought it up here, but i often imagine a timeline of their relationship, because i enjoy the idea of them figuring themselves out through each other, just because they are genuinely amazing (platonically) together, and they get into some of my favorite shit. the thought of late night talks and confessions about their worries and confusion about their feelings while lying in bed, just close because they feel comfortable that way, realizing they can keep loving each other and not force it to mean something it doesn’t, the relief that comes with that, a final kiss that really doesn’t mean anything but thank you, not losing what they had but rather gaining a whole new kind of intimacy, and still getting into absolutely ridiculous situations. maybe dee realizes shes, ironically, found herself with a crush on the waitress and it cracks charlie up. he doesnt mind. he’s finally learned that if he Is going to be with someone it should definitely be with someone who makes him feel at Least half as comfortable as the way being around dee does, and knowing he doesn’t have to make himself look for that, but when he knows he will know. plus, he cant imagine dee pulling that one off. but maybe one day she does. dees gentler around the edges, and she gets butterflies when talking to women, but she never gags. charlie’s a terrible wingman but he keeps convincing dee to let him try. she brings a girl home for the first time and charlie all but backflips in an empty pool that day. they’re still shithats but they’re learning to let that go. people can get better. AA would probably help.
iv gone too far goodbye
#chardee#charlie kelly#dee reynolds#maybe this is sort of#meta#ramblings#headcanon#rape ment#im so sorry this was not wat u askd for flnsjkfgh#anon#ask
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Sundown - Part 1
YOOO IM BACK ON MAH BULLSHIT
(Before i go on, there is major spoilers for the Walking Dead season 8 Premier. If you haven’t seen it yet you should probs watch the ep before u read this)
Anyway in honor of last nights premier I decided to finally drag my ass back into self-insert Negan realm and write “reader/me/you getting trapped with Negan during the Sanctuary attack. Anywho this is just a brainless excuse to write smut and other wild shit so enjoy.
If u wanna be tagged lemme know (this is gonna be a multi-chapter thing) And if u don’t wanna be tagged lemme kno.
Homies:
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Rating: M Overall cause there’s gonna be smut later. Also Simon might make an appearance bc he is bae.
I could count the number of times I’d been a good Samaritan on one hand. I rarely ever went out of my way to help strangers in this hellscape of a world. That being said, I certainly wouldn’t go out of my way to help someone who had been a complete and utter assfuck to everyone around him, and had conspired behind our backs to get us to surrender during the most intense confrontation of our lives.
Yet when Gregory, limping, stumbled into me and practically tackled me, panting and nearly in tears, I stopped.
Any other time, I would have brushed him away. But this wasn’t “any other time.” Members of the Hilltop, Alexandria, and The Kingdom were making a hasty retreat as a massive horde of walkers, drawn towards us by Daryl, barreled down on the Sanctuary. I could hear both Rick and Ezekiel shouting for everyone to head towards the cars, but Gregory’s grip on my arm tightened.
“Help me.”
I had about three seconds to make a decision. The Saviors were firing at anything that moved — walkers, humans, it didn’t matter. Sucking in a breath I jerked Gregory behind cover, gun cradled against my chest. I could see our getaway vehicle just a few yards away.
Mistake number one: leaving Gregory closer to the vehicle. I could see the glint in his eyes as we remained pinned, the sound of gunfire deafening.
Hoe don’t do it.
He glanced over at me and I gave him the most caustic glare I possibly could, a glare that hopefully indicated that I wasn’t above putting a bullet in his leg and leaving him to rot. Nevertheless, before I had a chance to even shout or aim my weapon, he was gone, darting towards the armored car.
Oh. My. God.
A barrage of gunfire kept me from sprinting after him. I cursed, pressing myself against the concrete slab. I couldn’t see Rick or Maggie or Ezekiel — I could only see the undead, slowly bearing down on me. I heard the squeal of tires against asphalt as Gregory left without so much as a glance or a fucking wave.
I rolled to the side, not caring whether or not I got shot. A bullet to the brain was far better than becoming walker chow. I wasted two precious seconds trying to figure out where I was., and a half second grasping for my knife —
My knife was gone. The thick, curved blade had disappeared from my belt.
I had no idea if Gregory had somehow pickpocketed me — he had no idea how to even properly use a knife, but he certainly didn’t know that — or if I’d dropped it during the fight.
I was forced to shoulder past a walker, keeping my head ducked. I’d only see a layout of the Sanctuary once, but being in the midst of it was very, very different than studying it on a piece of paper.
A walker grasped at my shirt, but I tore away, nearly falling. I clutched my gun tight, but there were so many, he horde so thick in numbers it would have been impossible, albeit fruitless, to try and shoot.
I tried to the first door I saw. It was locked. Weaving and ducking my way towards the second door took a harrowing fifteen seconds. I kicked away a walker, relieved to find that the door handle moved. I fell forward and was dumped onto carpet — I kicked the door shut from where I lay, abruptly cutting off the roar of the undead. All I heard now was a faint hum and my own ragged breathing.
“I hope you’ve got your shitting pants on.”
I recognized the voice immediately. For a split second I contemplated opening the door and leaping back out with the walkers. Being eaten alive wouldn’t last long, right? They’d eat my brains first. Or maybe my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see when they—
“You are about to shit your pants.”
I looked up. Negan stood above me, smiling despite the ludicrous situation we were both in. We locked gazes and he raised his eyebrows. He wasted no time in offering me a hand, Lucille clutched tightly in the other.
I didn’t take it. I stood on my own, keeping my eyes on his the entire time. The moment I began inching towards my gun, Negan kicked it away, where it skidded across the room and against the wall.
He’ll kill you.
You’re not going down without a fight.
I caught him off guard by lunging. He was a good half a foot taller than me. He was also broader, more muscular. I certainly was no linebacker, but I tacked him anyway. That smile on his face disappeared the moment his back hit the carpet. Lucille flew from his grip.
His gloved hand flew up and immediately pushed my face to the side. I grunted, boldly clamping my teeth down on one of his fingers. His bark of surprised pain was satisfying, though it didn’t last long. His opposite hand cuffed my cheek, easily overpowering me.
Now I was on the carpet, struggling as he pinned me down. I struggled, cursing, shrieking and trying to ensure that he didn’t get ahold of my wrist. I was vaguely aware of him saying something, probably demanding me to stop.
I wasn’t listening.
So, he reared back and delivered a solid left hook to my cheek. My head snapped to the side and my shouts stopped.
“Be fucking quiet! Do not make me hit you again, holy fuck,” Negan snarled. I didn’t look at him, keeping my cheek firmly planted against the ground. I could taste blood in my mouth. I went to speak, but Negan stopped me. “You are so fucking lucky that I didn’t just fucking kill you. I wasn’t going to, but goddamn…we’re in a fucked up situation here, and I would kindly appreciate if you calmed the fuck down.”
“Rick almost killed you out there. I saw it. Whatever you do to me, it won’t fucking hurt me,” I bared my teeth. “You have nothing to threaten me with.”
“Who the fuck said anything about threatening you? I mean, you clearly don’t give a fuck if you live or die, considering how you just took a huge fucking risk by jumping on me like that.”
He still had me pinned. We were both sucking in deep, gulping breaths. “I only jump on people I hate.”
“You hate me? You just fucking met me!”
“I know who you are. I saw what your people did — what they can do. Safe to say that you’re not know as the ‘best dude on Earth’ around these parts. Kind of why we attacked you.”
“No shit, Sherlock. I don’t care if you hate me. I’m your way out of here,” Negan leaned in closer, “And you’re my way out of here. That’s the fucking reality of it.”
“Says who?”
“Say’s those undead pricks outside. You stumbled in here on accident, right? I’m assuming this wasn’t a fucking suicide mission?”
“I can make it a suicide mission.”
“Wow. You really don’t fucking care about life then, do you?” Negan released my wrists, still straddling me to the carpet. He eased back a bit, rubbing his temple. “Shit. Maybe I should kill you.”
“Do it.”
“Fuck, no. I’ve already gotten Lucille dirty enough.”
I turned my head, looking at the bat in the corner. Negan rose, leaving me on the ground while he collected both Lucille and my assault rifle. I watched as he walked over, obviously limping. I saw a dark red patch on his thigh, but said nothing. He slung the gun over his shoulder before returning to stand over me, once again offering me his hand.
“Let’s try this shit again. If you attack me, I’ll kill you. And I mean that.”
Rolling my eyes, I took his hand and allowed him to pull me up. The moment I was standing I reached for my gun, but Negan reeled back.
“Hold up, princess.”
“Call me ‘princess’ again and I’ll rip your fucking nuts off,” I snapped. I made another move for the gun, and once again, Negan avoided my reaching arm.
“I said hold the fuck up. You’re not getting this gun back until I know that I can trust you. Besides, you won’t be needing it. Bullets aren’t going to get us out of here — not yet.”
I raised my hands in a placating gesture, trying to keep calm. That smug smirk on his face was pissing me off. I said, “Fine. Whatever. So what’s the plan? How are we getting out?”
“No fucking clue. i was hoping you would know.”
Of all the people that could have gotten stuck…why did it have to be me? Why couldn’t it have been Gregory or, hell, Gabriel. At least a priest would have knowledge on patience.
But no. It was my skinny-ass, short self. Of all people God or fate or whatever could have chosen.
One way to look at it: you’re not locked in here with him, he’s locked in here with you.
Now prove it.
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“Fuck off” - Brett Talbot x Reader
Pairing: Brett Talbot x Reader
Warnings: Smut, oral; male recv., kinda fluffy, Liam being a huge dick (IM SORRY I KNOW HE’S A PUPPY)
Requests: Nope, I just got this idea and thought it’d be cute
A/N: Don’t worry, I am working on requests but I really needed to post something! But requests are open so message me any ideas you want to be written and I’d be happy to write it :)
(Brett’s P.O.V)
It had been almost impossible to find a day to go on a date with (Y/N) because of the problems with the ghost riders but eventually, everything seemed to die down and we finally were able to plan a day. It was a perfect day, a perfect date, and a perfect girl. It was sunny with a few white clouds scattered across the bright blue sky. I sat across from her outside a restaurant, casually taking in the fresh air and enjoying our food.I can’t take my eyes off the girl in front of me. I loved as she twirled her fork in her food and how her eyes moved to take in her surroundings as she spoke to me. The way her sunglasses were pushed back in her hair and how beautiful she looked when the sun hit her. One of my favorite things to do was listen to her heartbeat speed up as she laughed. I reached for my phone from my pocket and began to discreetly take a picture of her when my camera clicked and I silently cursed at myself from not checking to make sure it was on silent.
“What do you think you’re doing?” (Y/N) asked, a smirk growing across her lips.
“Why I’m simply taking a picture of my gorgeous girlfriend. Why, is it a crime?” I joked with her and I could see the light pink blush dust across her face and she turned from me, trying to mask her smile.
“Well, I guess not.” She smiled warmly before taking another bite of her food and I chuckled at her answer. I was deep in a trance watching her I didn’t hear Liam sprinting up to me and I finally noticed when he came, stumbling into me, almost knocking me out of my chair.
“Liam what the hell!” I exclaimed angrily at him. Liam shuffled in place as he stood there awkwardly.
“Scott needs you…” He trailed off as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Are you fucking with me right now? I’m kind of in the middle of something.” I gestured to (Y/N) and our date and Liam nodded.
“I know, but Scott has a lead on something with the ghost riders and we need as many people we can to help out…” It was obvious he didn’t know too much and I rolled my eyes. I turned to (Y/N) with apologetic eyes.
“Baby, I have to go with Liam, I’m so sorry,” I said almost begging for forgiveness.
“It’s fine, I understand. Go save the world with all your werewolf buddies.” She smiled and nodded, standing up and kissing her on the top of her head before heading off with Liam. As we walked off I turned to see her sitting there, stabbing at her food, obviously upset and it broke my heart seeing the look on her face.
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After hours of listening to Scott’s plan, which led us nowhere I was finally able to go home. My first thought was to text (Y/N) to come over.
The meeting is over if you’re down to come over to my place and I can make up for leaving our date.
It didn’t take too long to receive a text from her saying that she would be over soon. And she wasn’t kidding, I’m pretty sure it was record timing how fast she got here. I opened the door to see her grinning at me and I smirked down at her. We didn’t have to say a single word, but we both knew what we wanted.
(Y/N)’s P.O.V
I instantly latched my lips onto Brett’s and he quickly reciprocated. I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist and Brett’s strong arms grabbed my thighs. As he ascended the stairs, I trailed kisses down his neck and sucked on a spot that made him let out a growl. When we reached his room, he slammed the door shut with his foot and roughly pushed me against it, pulling my shirt over my head and running his large hands down my side as he feverishly kissed me. My hands ran through his hair I pulled it as he bit down on my bottom lip, making us both groan. My hands danced across his chest until they found the hem of his shirt and ripped it over his head, halting our kiss momentarily. Brett picked me up and threw me down on his bed before climbing over me, kissing down my body. I felt him start to unbutton my jeans when the sound of someone knocking at the front door came through the silent house.
“Maybe they’ll go away,” Brett mumbled against my lips and he started to bite at my neck causing me to moan at the feeling. The knocks at the door grew louder and Brett groaned out in frustration.
“Give me a minute.” He sighed and left the room.
(Liam’s P.O.V)
I waited patiently outside Brett’s house. I was about to knock for the fourth time when the door flung open. There stood Brett, shirtless, sweating, and an obvious tent in his pants that he didn’t bother hiding.
“What is it, Liam?” He growled. I shifted in place before I spoke.
“Uh, am I interrupting something?” I asked looking down at my feet knowing very well that I was.
“Yeah, kinda, what do you want?” Brett rolled his eyes as he leaned against the door frame.
“Well, Scott-” Brett held up a hand as soon as I said his name.
“Listen, you have ruin multiple dates with (Y/N) because of this shit and I finally have to say that I’m not helping this time,” Brett said sternly and I grew more and more annoyed with him.
“Do you know how selfish this is? We’re trying to keep beacon hills safe!” I argued with him and he chuckled.
“Fuck off Liam, and tell Scott I told him to fuck off. Now, if you excuse me, I have to get back to my girl. Don’t try to talk to me until tomorrow cause I’m going to be pretty busy tonight.” Brett informed me and shut the door before I had a chance to say a word.
(Y/N)'s P.O.V
I saw Brett emerge in the door frame and smirk at me.
"Do you have to leave with Liam again?" I asked concerned that I'd have to leave.
"No baby, tonight's our night." He said seductively and I grinned widely, pulling him down on the bed and straddled him. His eyes wide at my sudden actions but he settled into an amused grin as he looked me up and down. I traveled my hands down his stomach until I reached the button of his jeans.
I wasted no time in tearing through his jeans and pulling down his boxers letting his cock almost slap against his stomach. I licked my lips hungrily and I took him in my hands. Brett let out a sigh of relief at the slightest touch and my heart kept with joy. I softly flattened my tongue against his tip, licking the pre cum off before lowering my mouth down on his shaft, swirling my tongue and bobbing my head to a steady rhythm. Brett let out a loud moan as he bucked his hips upwards, causing him to hit the back of my throat and gag slightly. Brett grabbed at my hair, turning it into a make shift pony tail and I palmed whatever didn't fit in my mouth and hollowed my cheeks, earning a growl from the back of his throat. I picked up my pace and I could feel Brett was close once I felt him twitch in my mouth. Brett pulled me off of him by my hair and placed a searing kiss on my lips.
"As much as I love that, I need to be in you." He groaned and I nodded happily, finally stripping off the last of my articles of clothing and Brett eyed me up and down like I was a full course meal.
"God you are so beautiful." He said admiringly and I blushed at his words. I laid back on the bed as Brett towered over me, fishing through his drawer for a condom and finally retrieving one, slipping it on and aligning himself at my center. He slowly pushed into me and we both moaned at the wave of pleasure washing over us. I bit down on Brett's shoulder to keep from screaming or as he began to thrust into me. I let my head fall back as I rocked my hips to the same rhythm as him, causing for the perfect amount of friction. I looked up at Brett to see his eyes shifting from their natural green and the bright yellow Im used to seeing.
"Faster, Brett... please." I wail out in between moans and Brett obliged, picking up his pace and I moved my legs around his waist, making him go deeper in me and hitting the perfect spot.
"Ugh, (Y/N), you're so tight I love it." Brett groans out and I sigh happily at his words. Brett moved faster and I could see the beads of sweat forming at his hairline. "B-Brett, I'm close." I squeal out and Brett nodded. "I know, me too." He panted and buried his head into my neck, sucking on my sweet spot and the added pleasure sent me over the edge. I let out a large moan as my nails dragged down his back. Brett thrusted a few more times, riding out my high as he came down as well. Once we finished, Brett pulled out and threw the condom away before laying down next to me. I snuggled up close to him, laying my head on his chest and he ran his fingers through my now damp hair.
"I should tell Liam to fuck off more often." Brett chuckled and I looked up at him smiling at the beautiful boy in front of me.
"Yes, you definitely should." I agreed before pressing one last kiss to his lips.
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Guard Duty
Starring: Im Jaebum and Reader
Warnings⚠: Violence, suggested illegal activities and profanities
Genre: Action
As promised we have a Jaebum Fanfic 🎊🎇🎆
[Y/N POV]
I woke up at night and sneaked out of the house. I have a very important mission today and I can't afford to bust it. I was ordered to protect this guy Im JaeBum but from what I heard he is a pretty good fighter himself. But who cares I'm getting paid anyways. I got my gun and knife ready and hid them in my boots. His always at the club at this timing with his gang so it's easy to track him, kind of a boring guy. I sat down and ordered some water. Who drinks water in the club? Shit but I'm on guard duty. I've been sitting here forever and they've never moved from their seat.
[JaeBum POV]
I keep having this feeling that someone is following me and I needed to find out who. It might be a hitman or a spy who is trying to find out our secrets. So I decided to do a test.
JaeBum: Guys, I'll go to the bathroom for a moment.
BamBam: Be careful Jaebum hyung.
I gave him a nod and headed towards the bathroom. The corridor was dimly lit and spacious perfect for a sneak attack. I could hear someone following behind me and sped up. So did the footsteps behind me. I took a quick turn and hid behind some beer cartons. Just then, a figure of a girl came into view.
Y/N: Goddamnit! I lost him.
I ran up beside her and pointed the gun at her head.
[Y/N POV]
JaeBum: No you didn't. Now what are you here for? Who sent you? You have 20 seconds before I blast your head off.
Y/N: Woah woah hey relax I'll talk.
I said while slowly turning around but instead of answering I grabbed his gun and quickly took his gun. I pointed the gun at his head with a smile.
Y/N: Perhaps you should evaluate your attacker's ability next time. You're not that good.
I threw his gun up in the air and made a run for my life. But of course I went back to check on him. Can't afford having my pay check die on me. It's been like that for days. Him going to the club and staying there for the entire day while I watch him 24/7. But today was different. He brought his group of friends and some of his minions to an abandon shipyard. I think they have some deals to settle today if you get what I mean. I mean his a Mafia what could he be selling. Definitely not Barbie Dolls. So I just stayed and observed.
[JaeBum POV]
We have a meet up with another gang today. Well by meet up I mean we have scores to settle and I was more than prepared if shots were fired.
Jack: Oh hey Jaebum.
Jaebum: Hey. I hate beating around the bush so let's get straight to the point.
I took out my gun and pointed it at Jack. His gang members had a fight with some of my boys over territory and his gang members shot my boys down. His minions was quick to react and all took out their guns to get ready.
Jack: Jaebum. Still the same I see always so rash and never caring about the consequences.
Jaebum: The only consequence today is you and your gang dying.
But with a clap of his hand a bunch of guys started to surround us. God I should have expected this. He let out a laugh.
Jack: So let's see you can shoot me now and let everyone else perish or get your knees to beg for mercy.
Jaebum: Mercy? I think you'll be needing that.
I shot a bullet right through his head and his body was laying lifeless on the ground. His minions started firing shots towards me and my gang members which we we're quick enough to dodge. We ran into a container to take cover.
Jackson: Shit! Jaebum hyung we can't hide here forever.
Jinyoung: It's either we find a way out or we die in here.
While we were quarreling over this, the other gang manage to surround the container leaving us trapped.
Mark: We'll have to make a run for it.
Yugyeom: 7 or never stay safe guys.
We charged out of the container and shoot down as many guys as we can. But we we're outnumbered. They had all of us at gun point.
Minion 1: I guess this is it.
Just when he was about to pull the trigger, a bullet came and went through his head.
[Y/N POV]
GOSH! Im Jaebum how many times did I tell you to evaluate your opponent. Seeing that they were in danger I immediately took out my rifle and aimed it at the guy that had a gun on Jaebum's head. I continued shooting down the guys that had Jaebum's members at gun point. Everyone looked scared by the unknown bullets and just started hiding except for Jaebum and his gang of course. Those smarty pants. I rolled my eyes and jumped down from the container. Still holding my rifle I started shooting the other guys down and signalled the rest to run.
Y/N: Time to start running! Move!
JaeBum: Fuck! Maybe you should evaluate your opponents too.
He said while pointing the gun and shooting a guy behind me. I sent him a smile while we fight side by side and getting rid of the minions. There was a river of blood by now. But we were not phased. I mean we've been in this industry long enough. We exited the shipyard where Jaebum had his car parked. His friends were all safe. Well pay check secured. I started making my way to my motorbike when I started hearing Jaebum shout.
Jaebum: Thanks! We'll get people to clean it up! Care to join our gang?
I stopped in my tracks and turn around. I waved at him.
Y/N: Maybe next time when I have to save your asses again.
And with that I took off with my motorbike. When I reached home, I received a text from my superiors 'Job well done. You can stop with your mission now. ' I suddenly feel sad. I got used to following him around and saving his ass. I can't help but to feel worried for him now. Shit it's just a guy Y/N. He can protect himself. But what if he's outnumbered again. Why am I caring so much about him. I must be crazy. Just when I was having a mental dispute with myself again I heard the window of my room open. And I immediately took out my gun, ready to shoot. But I was shocked by who stood before me.
Y/N: Jaebum?
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Write me a ficlet about Stiles finding random love poems/notes written on little scraps of paper stuffed in weird places, like between the seats in the Jeep, in the pockets of hoodie he swore he just washed so how could there be intact paper in there, in his shoes, under his pillow. Who is writing all these notes and how do they keep randomly appearing on Stiles person!?!?!
This is unbeta-d, and I am subjecting you dear reader(s?) to poetry written by me masquerading as English!Major Derek Hale. BASICALLY I’m SORRY ABOUT THE CRAP POETRY OK. also im really fuckin pissed off about the spacing of the poems but tumblr is adamant about pretending to not know what the fuck im trying to do when i try and reformat it i need to stop before i just delete this whole post in a fit of RAGE
For RachelBBY
Scraps
The first time it happens, Stiles doesn’t think anything of it. He figures he just wrote it himself in English and then forgot. It’s just a neglected scrap of paper hiding amidst other papers under his desk, sacrificed on the altar of a weekly allowance with everything else he throws out as he cleans his room. He only really glanced at it anyway, he was preoccupied with being pissed off at Derek for being Derek, thinks it said something about heartbeats and irregular spaces. So that was the incident, he supposes.
The second time he’s got his hand stuffed in the crease of Roscoe’s passenger seat in a desperate search for just one fucking quarter, just one, and withdraws a crumpled piece of paper instead. “How long has that been there?” Stiles asks himself as he de-crumples it to read it. He snorts. Obviously quite a while, it’s a poem, and Stiles knows he didn’t write this one, which means it’s circa the Scott/Allison Era.
you laughed
it was Tuesday
you didn’t know I was there
“Not half bad Scotty,” Stiles murmurs, not bothering to finish the rest of it as he tosses it aside and resumes the quest for one measly quarter cause he just wants a burger. Out of life, all he wants is to eat a burger right now. It’s not so much to ask? Right?
He bitches and moans to Scott about his inability to find a quarter and thus eat a burger, but forgets to ask him about the poem thing. The next time he sees Derek, Derek flips him a quarter with a smirk. “Oh, fuck you,” Stiles says, but pockets the quarter and eats him that fucking burger later that night, after they have all managed, miraculously, to not die. “Victory comes in all forms,” Stiles informs Scott sagely in between mouthfuls. So that’s the coincidence, in all its glory.
The third time has Stiles paying the fuck attention, because he’s digging around his back pocket for the quarter Derek gave him, and just as he remembers he spent it already, his fingers close around what must be a receipt. Stiles heaves a grunt of disgust, no curly fries for him then, and glances at the scrap of paper uninterestedly, out of habit, as his arm moves to toss it into the trashcan across the hall. And then he freezes. It’s not some forgotten transaction, it’s a fucking poem. What the fuck. Stiles unfolds the paper and reads the words in their entirety this time, standing in the middle of the hallway as other students stream around him as they head to class. It’s not very long, but it feels like Stiles takes several hours to read it. He reads it like it was meant for him. It must be? Right?
I think
you don’t think of me
all that often
but I think of you
quite often
I’m thinking of you now
I think of you in the morning
I think of you in my bed
at night
I wonder
if you’re thinking of me now
Stiles swallows. His mouth has gone dry. He feels like he just walked in on someone watching some really hot porn. He feels…intimate. He feels…like he’s now late for science. Stiles whirls around in a flail of limbs and pelts to the science lab. But that scrap of paper he doesn’t toss aside. That scrap he keeps. So there’s the pattern.
Stiles was sorta expecting the next one but he wasn’t prepared to find it lying on his keyboard; not there when he went downstairs to grab a soda and now there when he returns.
He tells himself his fingers are shaking with caffeine intake as he reaches out to unfold it, where it lays so innocuously.
He licks his lips, then reads.
I know you’re thinking of me now
will you think of me tonight
in your bed
with your own hands upon yourself
gasping
flushed
and undone
“Ffffuck,” Stiles hisses out between his teeth. There is no way he’s gonna make it to tonight. He’s got a really great jerk off session going, standing there right in front of his desk at 3:30 in the afternoon, pants only pulled down the bare minimum. He’s like feeling it, he is totally ready for this, ‘makes his knees weak’ orgasm he’s coming up on. And then of course, Scotty has to burst in freaking out about supernatural crisis 3B or 6A or whatever number letter combo they’re on now.
“Come on, man!” They both yell at the same time, Scott throwing up his arms and facing the wall as Stiles fumbles to stuff himself back inside his pants. Scott feels the need to ask why. Stiles rants that it’s the privacy of his own fucking room. Scott mutters something about how Derek thinks they need info. “Since when do you listen to what Derek thinks,” Stiles says petulantly as he tosses Scott a bag of Doritos and moves to sit back at his desk. Scott eats the chips on Stiles’ bed as Stiles furiously looks up shit to the best of his ability. The moment is already forgotten. That sort of awkwardness has happened before, and will probably happen again. Which come on Scott, werewolf, use those supernatural senses for once. After Scott is gone Stiles wonders what four times means. Also he mourns the loss of one of the greatest orgasms he never got to experience.
He finds the next one two nights later, under his pillow as he stretches out on his bed. He’s so relaxed and he’s in bed at a decent hour. Derek did not manage to piss him off when they came across each other briefly earlier in the evening and Stiles is ready for some nappy naps. When his fingers brush the edge of the crinkled bit of paper the first feeling he gets is surprise. It’s quickly followed by a quick dip of excitement in his gut. He doesn’t bother to switch any lights on. Too much effort. He reads it by the light of his phone.
I whisper your name to myself
after you’ve left
it’s fairly pathetic
but then last week
you trapped yourself inside your own hoodie
so at least I’m not alone
And Stiles knows. “Derek,” Stiles whispers furiously. He chucks the paper as hard as he can away from him. Which, it being paper, isn’t that far. It flutters down to rest on the bed beside him. That fucking asshole has been laughing at him this whole fucking time. So that’s what comes after a pattern. Epic fuckery.
Stiles sees Derek first thing the next morning; he’s having like, a pre-game huddle with the Erica-Isaac-Boyd triumvirate in the back parking lot behind the gym. “Stiles,” Derek greets him, the hint of a smile on his lips. “You are pathetic,” Stiles snarls at him. Derek’s jaw clenches and his expression turns cold and distant. Stiles whirls around and marches off in righteous fury. Stiles has enough fucking going on in his life without that kind of shit. Stiles thought, he’d thought…it doesn’t even matter what he thought. He was stupid and a dumbass for thinking it.
So naturally he finds the next poem sandwiched in between the pages of this month’s Great English Novel during 3rd period of that day. Stiles isn’t sure when or even how Derek got it in there, but it certainly wasn’t after this morning. He almost doesn’t read it, doesn’t want to give Derek the satisfaction, but he’s Stiles. He must fucking know. He can’t not.
I dreamed of you
it was warm
and bright
and we were safe
you took my hand
and my heart blazed brighter
when I woke
I pretended that it was the future
and if I am patient
that it will be
any day now
“What,” Stiles whispers. His own heart is sinking fast within his chest. His hand clenches down on the poem. “It was all real,” He realizes out loud.
“What?” Scott whispers from the seat behind him.
Stiles whips around in his seat to face him. “Cover for me,” Stiles begs.
Scott doesn’t know what’s going on, but he doesn’t hesitate. “Go,” he says.
Stiles slips from the room, so preoccupied he doesn’t notice that he doesn’t trip or smack into something once.
Derek won’t be at his apartment. Instinctively, Stiles knows this. He jumps in Roscoe and heads straight for the preserve.
The burned out husk of the Hale house looks as tragic and decimating as ever, but that feeling is especially poignant for Stiles at this moment. He gives Roscoe’s wheel one last squeeze, for luck or bravery or whatever, and steps out of the jeep. He tries to repress a shiver as he looks at the charred and broken edifice before him and fails. This had seemed so much simpler, less complicated back in 3rd period. No, Stiles can do this, he absolutely can. He leaps up what’s left of the front steps and barges through the door. “Derek,” he calls.
A few moments of silence, and then a resigned sigh. “What?” Derek asks, voice flat as he materializes out of wherever he was.
Stiles waves the hand that has not once unclenched on the poem in Derek’s general direction.
“You’re serious?” He accuses.
Derek’s stone face takes on a look of frustration. “Yes, Stiles, I’m serious.”
“I…I mean…why?”
Derek sighs like it’s obvious. “I wrote you poems Stiles.”
Stiles seizes upon a detail he has the mental facilities to deal with at this moment. “Why poems though?”
Derek rolls his eyes. “I’m an English Major, Stiles.” Which rude because, like,
“How was I supposed to know that,” Stiles says defensively.
They stand in silence. Derek doesn’t seem inclined to word anymore today and Stiles is furiously thinking.
“You wanna,” and his left hand, the one not still grasping the poem, makes an abortive movement towards Derek, “hold hands?”
After a moment, Derek uncrosses his arms and says, “Okay.” He reaches out, and then they’re holding hands, bridging a gap between them. It’s kind of…awkward. But it’s only awkward in that Stiles suspects feelings are present kind of way, because Derek’s thumb strokes gently along the back of his hand and Stiles feels kinda like, heart blazing or whatever.
“I think of you pretty often,” Stiles admits. “Like, a lot.”
Derek swallows. “Okay.”
BONUS:
First Poem
your heartbeats are
irregular spaces
I dwell there
and refuse to meet your eyes
when you glance my way
Second Poem
you laughed
it was Tuesday
you didn’t know I was there
I have kept it
for myself; that laugh
longing
for your real
and intransigent
presence
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