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vintagedolan · 4 years ago

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sweet creature (egd)

ethan hates when he has to leave you for even a few days, so when he gets back, he has a little surprise planned

word count: 4.3k

warnings/tags: fluff, and then some smut to round it out WOO we goin through it today ladies and gents, harry styles (music) is involved :)

dedicated to my bruna bby ( @ethanhes ) who is so strong and the sweetest girly I know. I love you!!

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Like hell you were gonna make another trip - you slid the last grocery bag onto your arm, ignoring how they were digging into your skin as you started your walk into the house. If anyone had watched you try to navigate your way in the door, it probably would have been quite the sight. But you succeeded, emerging into an empty kitchen, heaving the heavy bags up onto the counter.

Usually, you’d yell down the hall, summon the boys to help you unpack. But it would be futile - no one was home. Not even Sterling was around - the three of them were off on Wakeheart business, at the factory in Arizona where everything was actually produced so they could approve all the candle production.

You’d gotten a few pictures from the trip - bright colorful sunsets, Grayson and Sterling smiling from across the table at breakfast. But your favorites were the stupid little selfies he kept sending. Your phone buzzed in your pocket as if on cue.

Another snapchat from Ethan, this time of him with a metal straw trapped between his teeth and big smile on his face. Adorable, as always.

cold brew mood. miss you x was the caption that flitted across the screen. You screenshotted it just in time. The next buzz was a text from him.

why you screenshot

cause you looked cute

send me one back, I miss you

You rolled your eyes at that, deciding to make him wait for a minute while you started to put the groceries away. You’d only unpacked two bags before your phone buzzed again.

hey

show me ur face

omg gimme a minute 😂

im putting away the obscene amount of oat milk I just bought

DID THEY HAVE THE GOOD KIND

yep. bought three cartons

holy shit I love you

gray says he loves you too

but I love you more

You sent him a quick snapchat to appease him, unsurprised when you got the notification that he’d screenshotted it. He always got like this when he was away - even more clingy than usual, constantly wanting to communicate with you somehow. You had to admit, you loved the idea that you were always on his mind when he wasn’t with you, even if it did mean you felt like you were constantly on your phone.

what else are you doing today?

idk might lay out by the pool for a while

without me? 😔

you should go shopping

You frowned at your phone, looking at the few boxes of pasta you had left to put away before you typed back with a huff.

I literally just got back from the grocery what do u mean

not that kind of shopping

fun shopping. like for clothes

The thought was tempting - with everything going on, you hadn’t gotten anything new in months. To be fair though, you hadn’t really needed anything new - you were just hanging around the house anyways.

do you want me to go so I’ll stop wearing all your clothes

yes

kidding baby you know I don’t care. but you should get some new stuff, you deserve it! just use my card

I hate using your card

It wasn’t a lie. Ethan had gotten you a credit card linked to his personal account for emergencies almost six months ago, and you’d only used it a handful of times when he insisted. You never wanted him to ever think that you cared about him for his money.

I’d be buying whatever you find if I was there, it’s the same thing

You grinned to yourself, plan already hatching. He didn’t say what you had to buy. You’d just get something small - a pack of socks, or a basic tee - with his card, and pay for the rest of it yourself.

alright alright, fine

But his next text had you rolling your eyes. He knew you too well.

and you have buy real clothes. like at least one dress

Even though he wasn’t there to see it, your eyes squinted in accusation.

why a dress?

you’re being sus what’s this about

you’re so stubborn holy shit. I was gonna buy you dresses for the harry concert so I want you to pick some out for yourself

Damn. You’d almost forgotten that the concert was supposed to be that night. Ethan had bought the two of you tickets back when they went on presale, using his connections to get the two of you amazing seats. E had been almost as bummed as you when it got postponed, disappointed that the night he’d had planned for you had fallen through.

it got rescheduled to august baby, we can go shopping then!

i’m impatient

omg really? I had no idea

just go buy some dresses and send me pictures. we’re back at the factory, gotta go. I love you!

love you too!

Knowing that if you sat down you probably wouldn’t get back up, you turned back to the door with a sigh, grabbing your keys and wallet from where you’d just stowed them, heading back out to the car.

You climbed into Ethan’s Tesla, hitting your preset button on the door so the seat moved forward to where you could reach the pedals. He always insisted you take his car if he couldn’t drive you, always wanting you to be the safest you could be. It was still a bit intimidating to drive something so expensive, but you did it anyways, heading to the mall that housed most of your favorite stores with your mask on.

It turned out to be one of those days where nothing caught your eye. You really looked, scoured through the racks, hoping to find anything that looked remotely appealing or like your style. You even tried on a few that you had hopes for, but they were a bust.

Feeling defeated you stopped for a while and got some coffee, sitting and people watching as everyone passed in their masks. Your eyes wandered to another store, one you rarely went into - it catered to your style perfectly, but everything was far out of your price range.

But looking couldn’t hurt. Right?

That backfired as soon as you walked in, smelled that perfect fragrance that seemed to dust all the soft fabrics in the place.

Before you knew what you’d done, you had so many options thrown over your arm that it was starting to ache.

You stopped looking, headed to a dressing room to try and narrow down your search. Some of them were automatic no’s, the cut not flattering or the color clashing with the undertones in your skin.

But there were three winners - a tight green one that hugged your curves, a casual denim overall number that would look adorable with the right shirt, and a blue sundress that tied into a bow at the back, the fabric brushing your upper thighs.

You snapped pictures in each one, knowing Ethan would help you decide. Your bet was on the green one - he was a man, after all. But his response just made you roll your eyes.

you look hot as fuck

buy all three

yes

they’re expensive

I didn’t ask how much they cost. You like them all. therefore, you buy them all

it’s simple really

ethan

y/n

just tell me which one is your favorite please

if you don’t buy all three i’m just gonna go back and buy them for you later

or I’ll order them and have them shipped to the house

stop

getting online now 😌

stop it

placing an order 😌 😌

ethan grant

last chance

fine

im sticking my tongue out at you. you can’t see it but I am

ouch, im hurt

are you headed home after you buy them?

well I’m sure as hell not spending anymore money, so yeah. why?

just wondering where my girl’s gonna be. drive safe. you took the tesla right?

of course I did.

good. hurry home. but don’t hurry too much. safety first

You quirked an eyebrow at the last text - he was being so odd. He’d only been gone for two days, usually it wasn’t this bad for him. Who knew what he’d be like tomorrow before he got home.

Changing back into your clothes in a hurry, you put your rejects out on the return rack and carried your three choices to the register, trying not to listen to the total before you put Ethan’s card in the reader.

You left the mall swiftly after that, trying to ignore the eyes on you. In reality, no one was probably looking at you, but you felt like everyone was staring as you carried your expensive bag and got in a fucking tesla. You never understood how Gray and E could walk around with such expensive things and not be fazed in the slightest.

The drive home took longer than you would have liked considering the traffic you got caught in, but you just turned your music up, humming along as you crawled down the road towards your exit. When you finally got there you let the tesla take over, pulling you off the interstate and starting down the smaller roads that led to the house.

Your first clue was when the song changed. At first you didn’t think much of it - you had every Harry song saved to your library, it wasn’t unusual for one to come up.

But then, one verse into Fine Line, it skipped, the intro of Two Ghosts starting. 30 seconds later? Falling started to play through the car.

“What the fuck?” You muttered, quickly switching off autopilot, afraid that the car may be glitching. It was only a few more minutes until you got to the house, and in that time the song switched again twice, all Harry songs.

When you pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, your phone buzzed with your second clue.

welcome home baby

omg are you watching the cameras? that’s creepy as fuck

also the tesla just got super weird but I swear I didn’t fuck up your car

just come inside

You obliged, grabbing your bag and heading into the house.

Clue number three was that the pasta boxes you’d left on the counter were gone, put away no doubt on the shelf that you couldn’t reach. You froze.

Someone was in the house.

You only had a moment to be scared before Ethan appeared around the corner, your favorite grin adorning his face.

“Boo.”

You dropped the bag, running the few steps it took to get to him before you threw your arms around him, breathing him in as he hugged you to him tightly.

“You guys weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow!”

“Caught an early flight so I could surprise my girl. Gray and Ster are still in Arizona.” He leaned back so you could look at him, shrugging as if it was no big deal that he’d cut his trip short just to come home to see you.

“Didn’t you have stuff you needed to do?”

“No, we knocked it out today.”

“Then why didn’t Grayson come ba-”

His lips were on yours then, catching your words as he kissed you hard, a hand coming up to your cheek, thumb running over your cheekbone. “Are you gonna keep asking me questions, or are you gonna let me actually surprise you.”

“There’s more?” The butterflies that only he could bring fluttered in your stomach, and you bit your lip, looking up at him. He leaned down past you, reaching for the bag you’d dropped, placing it back in your hands.

“Maybe. Go put on one of your new dresses, then come out back.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before he let go. “Hurry.”

“Okay!” You were practically giddy as you hurried back to Ethan’s room, laying the dresses out on the comforter and trying to decide on one. It took a few minutes, a few switches of holding them up to you in the mirror before you settled on the blue sundress, situating the big sewed bow in the middle of your back. It had a built in bra that was surprisingly comfortable, making it the easiest choice.

Shoving your dresses back in the bag, you didn’t even bother with shoes. You just headed straight for the backyard - but you froze in the living room, taking in the sight through the doors.

The sun was setting on the horizon, painting the sky a baby purple, the clouds a pop of pink as they floated, scattered around. The city was starting to light up below you, and the moon hung high above it. But your eyes were on something - someone - entirely different.

Ethan was standing in the grass, wearing one of his nice pairs of shorts and a short sleeve patterned button down - you hadn’t even noticed his outfit earlier, you’d been too excited to see him. He was holding a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands, the petals bright yellow even in the dim light.

He caught sight of you through the glass and immediately hid the flowers behind his back as he stood up straight and smiled like a guy coming to the front door to pick you up for prom.

You pulled the door open, stepping out into the cool California air. It felt almost cold against your flushed cheeks as Ethan looked you up and down, letting out a low whistle.

You just laughed, stopping a few steps in front of him and waiting for whatever he had planned.

He whipped the flowers around with a grin, holding them out for you with one hand, leaving his other arm tucked behind him. “Happy concert night!”

What you didn’t see was the remote in his other hand. He clicked it with his thumb, and the whole back yard lit up. There were twinkling christmas lights lining the roof and wrapping around the tree to the side of the house. He’d brought out Grayson’s projector and pointed it at a white sheet he’d hung up - you watched it for a moment, laughing when you realized it was projecting a slideshow of the pictures you two had taken together over the last year. And finally, you noticed the speakers had turned on, starting to play one of your favorite songs. Sweet Creature.

“E-”

“I know it got rescheduled, and we’ll have so much fun when we go. But, I still wanted to make tonight special. So, it’s kinda just date night, but... Harry Styles edition?”

Closing the gap with a few steps you threw your arms around his neck, flowers and all, so you could kiss him.

“I love you so much,” were the only words you could find, and you hoped he knew how much you truly meant them.

“Love me enough to dance with me?”

You froze at that - you weren’t much of a slow dancer, and Ethan had even less experience than you did. But the thought of staying so close to him made your heart flutter, so you nodded, letting go for a moment so you could sit the flowers down safely in the grass.

He pulled you back into his arms, hands settling on your waist as yours went around his neck. His fingertips ghosted over the bare skin on your back below the bow, sending shivers up your spine.

It didn’t matter that Sweet Creature was a tiny bit fast for a slow dance - the two of you weren’t doing more than swaying back and forth anyways, foreheads touching, totally lost in each other.

He spun you a few times, even throwing in a little dip that made you both laugh before he kissed you, leaving you a bit breathless when he pulled you back up to standing.

“You bring me home,” he sang, slightly off pitch and so quiet you could barely hear, but it was so sweet that it even brought a few tears to your eyes. You blinked them away so you could see his face as you both smiled.

The energy picked up a bit as the songs continued to shuffle, Carolina coming on next. You both jumped around hand in hand, looking like total idiots you were sure, stomachs sore from laughing at and with each other by the end. You paused a few times throughout the next songs to watch the slideshow, laughing at some of the pictures he’d chosen, remembering the stories behind them.

When Sunflower came on, Ethan opened his arms again for a dance and you quirked an eyebrow.

“You know, Mr. Styles doesn’t have as many romantic songs as I thought he did. This one’s not bad though,” Ethan mumbled as the two of you swayed back and forth quickly, spinning around and around.

“This song isn’t even romantic, it’s about him missing his ex,” you explained.

“You analyzed those lyrics hard huh.”

“Oh don’t act like you haven’t dissected every Cudi song five times over.” You squinted your eyes at him in accusation and he just laughed.

“Touché, touché. Maybe the sunflowers weren’t the best Harry related gesture then huh.”

“I still think they’re beautiful,” you reassured him.

“Thought it would kinda be weird to give you a watermelon. Though, I guess that would have sent a much clearer message.”

The mischief in his eyes told you he knew exactly what that song was about.

“A little on the nose, don’t yah think?” You scrunched up your nose at him as if to prove your point. He reached out for your hand and you laced your fingers with his.

“Never.”

And then he was walking, half pulling half guiding you back into the house, through the glass doors, down the hallway, into the bedroom. Your skin was hot, partially from the change in temperature, partially from the hands that were wandering over your skin as soon as the door was closed.

Ethan’s hands traced down your arms, fingertips over skin, then over fabric when he got to your waist, further down to your thighs and then you were gasping as he found his way under your skirt. His hands spread out, large and commanding over your ass, resting there for a moment, squeezing before he moved north, fingers hooking into your panties, guiding them down until they fell off and you could step out of them.

Your fingers found the buttons of his shirt, blindly undoing them as he kissed you. You found yourself pausing, hands tracing over the new yet familiar skin that revealed itself with each one you managed to loosen until finally, finally it was open and you could push it off his shoulders.

His hand found the bow, roughly starting to tug until you reached back and caught him.

“Baby don’t pull. It’s sewed, it doesn’t come undone,” you cautioned, barely pulling back, unwilling to put any space between the two of you.

“Stupid,” he grumbled, pouting a bit until he realized that he could pull the fabric off your shoulders, freeing your chest. He hummed a bit in satisfaction, hands moving to squeeze your tits, and then he was kissing them, sinking lower, lower until his knees hit the floor.

“Oh fuck,” you squeaked, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

Ethan looked up at you from his knees with a teasing grin and a quirked eyebrow, waiting for your permission. You nodded, trying to breathe as his hands ghosted up your thighs, up to your hips.

And then he ducked his head so he could get under the fabric of your skirt, ready to get to work.

Your knees buckled as soon as you felt him, tongue warm and flat against you. One of his hands came down, tracing over your skin until he got to your calf, lifting it just barely and pushing it out to widen your stance.

You whimpered as he sped up, his satisfied hums adding to the sensation in a way that had your legs starting to shake already. Your hands dropped to his head, and you pushed the fabric off the top of it so you could get to his hair, tugging. It just made him go harder, burying himself deeper. You folded forward, bracing on his shoulders, overwhelmed as you alternated holding you breathe and gasping for air, squirming.

“E, Ethan stop, my legs are gonna give out, wait,” you gasped, pulling on his hair.

He paused, ducking out from under your dress and smiling up at you, lips swollen and pride booming.

“That’s the best compliment you’ve ever given me I think. But I’m not done yet, lay down.”

You did as he said, turning around and climbing onto the middle of the bed before collapsing onto your back, rolling over and looking for him. Ethan was one second behind you, crawling above you to hover over you then duck down to kiss you hard yet somehow sweet at the same time.

It was instinct to reach down to his waist, let your fingers ghost over his waistband, tuck underneath it in a blind search. He sucked in a breath through his teeth when you wrapped your fingers around the tip. He shook his head at you, making you pout.

“Tonights about you, not me.”

“But I want to.”

“Raincheck. Best fucking raincheck ever, but raincheck. Just lemme take care of you.”

He kisses you until you forget your argument - you’re putty in his hands as his lips trail back down. He pushes all the fabric of your dress together so it’s just a band around your tummy and then he picked up where he left off.

“Fuck E, just like that, oh god.” You were squirming again in a matter of moments, his stubble rough against your thighs as he worked you over. He felt your body tense up under his hold, smiling as he gave it all he had, giving that extra little push that sent you tumbling, clenching, writhing over the edge.

He peppered kisses to your thighs as you caught your breath, and then he reached up, fists closing around all the fabric of your dress.

“Lift your hips up,” he instructed, waiting for you to bridge up so he could wiggle the dress off over your hips. He tossed it towards the closet, moving back up towards your face, bed dipping down with his weight.

“No fair,” you pouted, reaching down to tug at his shorts and boxers.

“And I’m the impatient one.”

He stood back up off the bed, quickly shoving down the clothing he had left and stepping out of it.

“Much better.” You grinned wide when you saw he was blushing at your words. “C’mere.”

He happily listened, crawling back above you and dropping a bit of his weight down as he sunk to his forearms.

“So missionary is the way to your heart huh? So vanilla.” He bumped his nose against yours.

“You have a pretty face, sue me,” you laughed, bringing your hands up to his neck and pulling him down for a kiss as he dropped his hips, searching for just a moment before he pushed inside.

You’d lost count of how many times the two of you had been just like this, intertwined and enthralled with each other, but you knew you’d never get tired of it as long as you lived.

“I love you.” It came out as a breath when he bottomed out, his lips resting on your shoulder, back curled up at an angle that let you feel every muscle, every ridge of his body.

“I love you. You’re my dream, you know that?” He started to rock his hips, unwilling to go too far from you as you clung to his back, relishing in the feeling of him on you, in you, all around you.

This would always be your favorite way to be with him - sweet and soft, just your bodies together, nothing else. You couldn’t think of anything better.

He shifted just barely, thrusting in at a different angle. You knew he was searching, and you gasped when he brushed against your g spot, your whole body shuddering.

“There she is,” he whispered, a prideful grin on his face as he hit it over and over. Watching you come undone below him would always be one of his favorite views. “Look at me baby, I wanna see you.”

You did your best in your blissed out state to listen to him, turning your head from where it had fallen against the pillow to look at him while he picked up pace. Your legs curled around his back, holding him to you, urging him as deep as he could go as you chased the orgasm that was building in your gut.

He stared at you for a few moments, and then as if he couldn’t help it he ducked down to kiss you, open mouthed and rough as he pulled his hips back, thrusting forward with more force than he’d used yet.

“Oh fuck Ethan, fuck,” you moaned, holding onto him for dear life. When he snaked one hand between the two of you to find your clit, you were done for.

His breath caught in his throat as you clenched around him and you heard the whimpers through your cloudy haze, mixtures of pleasure and your name as he came undone, hip stuttering and then stopping when he finally hit his high.

Once he’s caught his breath he rolls the both of you over so you’re resting on his chest, listening to his heart rate settle back down under your ear.

“I’m so glad you came home early,” you sighed, hugging his bare torso as he chuckled.

“Me too baby. Me too.”

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kylos-bens · 4 years ago

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Mistakes Like This ↠ Obi-Wan Kenobi (Obi-Wan x Reader) Chapter 5

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: Back to angst and tension that is so thicccc you can only cut it with a lightsaber??????? Some violence.

Tags: @blondekel77 <3

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A/N: As always you can catch up with most recent chapters on Wattpad. You can find me @/concordiabeskar

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Obi-Wan was sitting behind you and applying the bacta spray. There was a comfortable silence in the quarters and it gave you time to think about what just happened for the past few hours. His fingers lazily drew circles on your back and he placed a kiss on your scar. It sent a shiver down your spine and he felt you tremble. "I'll let you rest," he placed a bandage over your shoulder and skillfully wrapped it around the area. Your robes were placed carefully on you and he gets up from the cot.

"Obi-Wan," you looked at him.

"Yes darling?" he sits down on his own cot. There was a moment of silence before you get up and went over to him. You sit on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. His body tensed up but you snuggled your face in the space where his neck met his shoulder. That's when he relaxed. He kissed your hair before he lays back with you on top of his chest. With one hand he supports his head to keep his attention on you. He used the back of his fingers of his free hand to stroke your cheek.

"Just for now until this mission ends," you play with his beard and he nods. You buried your face on his chest and he lets out a soft sigh.

You woke up to an incessant beeping sound. The quarters were dark except for the red and green flashing lights. It took you a moment to realize that you were alone. Obi-Wan was gone but his robes were wrapped around you. You get up and fixed your own and made sure you had your lightsaber attached to your hip. The door was already unlocked and you walked through the ship. You heard Obi's voice and you just followed it. "Hello," you made an entrance and the clones were all standing around with Obi-Wan pointing at something on the hologram of the planet.

"How's your shoulder?" Obi-Wan's voice softened.

"Better," you move your arm to show him that it was doing okay. The bacta was doing what it's meant to do. "What's this?" You moved closer to the hologram and you saw that there were a few red dots blinking.

"We received some signals but they aren't originating from any of us," one of the clones, Neo, spoke up. "It's decoded and we aren't familiar with what's being said."

"Listen," Obi-Wan pressed a button and there was a sound playing. It was numbers being repeated and you crossed your arms over your chest. "It's not a life form."

"Are Zen and his troops back yet?" You look at the other details that showed on the hologram.

"No, but we have tracked their coordinates," Neo brings it up on the map.

"Have they spotted anything?" Obi-Wan stroked his beard. You wanted to go over and do that yourself but you shake the thought out of your head and focused on this.

"Nothing so far," was the response. Obi-Wan looked at you and you stared back.

"We'll go back out again," he touched something on the hologram and it showed a different part of the planet. "Just to make sure. I just have a bad feeling about this place. The signals are what's keeping me here" You clasped your hands in front of you because you started to fidget again.

"Should we just survey above ground?" one of the troopers who you noticed spoke up the most removed his helmet.

"Yes if we can just spot a disturbance above ground it will be a good indication," Obi-Wan looked over at you again. "You and I will go through here." He points somewhere on the map where a red dot blinked. "And I want you Ryder to split up your troops in threes to just survey the other areas here where the red dots are appearing."

"Copy that general," another clone with a scar running down his face replied.

"We'll regroup back here before the sun sets," Obi-Wan pressed his hands on the table and glanced over to you. "Ready?"

"Yes," you nod.

It was just Obi-Wan and you walking through a rocky path. The silence made you uneasy but you know that this was him being focused and not him actually in a bad mood. You just kept walking behind him and looking over the land. Nothing seems out of the ordinary as Zen mentioned. "Did you get enough sleep last night?" You were the first to start a conversation. He looked over his shoulder and gave you a small smile.

"Could have been better," he moved a big boulder out of the way with the force. Now you were worried. Was it something you said before you passed out or was he starting to realize that what the two of you did was wrong? You stopped in your tracks and he took a few steps forward before realizing you weren't keeping up with him.

"Did I do something?" you asked and he immediately walked back you. He shakes his head and lets out a small laugh.

"No, darling. You didn't," Obi-Wan embraced you and kissed the top of your head. "I kept thinking about the mission and you know me and my hunches."

"We won't be alone. The others are on standby until they hear that we discover something," you looked up at him and he lowers his head down to kiss you but you stopped him. "We have to keep going." He nods and both of you continued your walk. The skies were gray and you couldn't tell if the sun was setting anytime soon.

You spot something blinking in the rocks. At first, you thought it was just the reflection on the shiny surface but it was a bright green color. "Do you see it?" Obi-Wan made careful steps and had his hand hovering over his lightsaber. You do the same and your senses are heightened right now.

"Yes," you looked around quickly to make sure nothing or no one was around you.

"Bold of them to place something out here in the open," he said and it hit you.

"It's a trap. Don't get any closer!" you said as you start to back away. Obi-Wan listened to you for once and he held up the comlink.

"We found something. Sending coordinates now," Obi-Wan looked at you and you ignited your lightsaber in case something emerged from behind the massive rocks. There was a hissing sound that startled both you and Obi-Wan. To you, it sounded like steam escaping a vent. You spot exactly what you expected to be coming from behind some rock and then you heard the familiar sounds of droids.

Obi-Wan ignited his own lightsaber and waited for the first few droids to appear. You twirled yours and he looked over to you. "Finally the action you actually came for," he grinned. The first few battle droids showed up and they exclaimed.

"Jedi!" one of them started shooting and you blocked it.

"How easy!" you charged after them and sliced clean through the droids and jumped onto a boulder. There were more hissing sounds and the droidekas rolled out and you sighed. These things were a pain in your ass. They got into position and their shields came on. The droidekas started shooting at Obi-Wan not realizing that you were above. He blocked them and signaled for you to get them from behind. You flipped and landed steadily on your feet and brought rocks down on them with the force.

"More incoming!" You turned to see that there was an opening behind some boulders and super battle droids were emerging. They raised their arms and started shooting at you and you blocked everything for now and Obi-Wan around and was able to hit them. These suckers take forever to get taken down. You force chucked rocks towards the droids and Obi-Wan gracefully dodged your own rock attack and the droids blasters. He sliced through the droids and you had enough throwing you charged as well. Back to back you sliced and dodged droids. You impaled a couple of them and Obi-Wan stood back and watched you slice through the last remaining droids.

"It's like you never even got injured," he shouts to you. You lowered your lightsaber and smirked. There was more clanking of droids and you could hear the clones coming closer.

"We have to get inside!" you were about to head in but Obi-Wan grabbed your arm.

"We won't be able to take down the whole factory," he said. "We need to let the Council know about this and they will send more back up."

"No, we need to get to the bottom of this. They had it so obvious we risked our lives going down those caves," you shake him off and he furrowed his brows. In the back of your head, you knew he was right but you still wanted to show him what you could do now.

You run towards the sound of the droids and that leads you into a tunnel. In the distance, battle droids were being dispensed. A whole unit of them and you were blocking their gunfire and Obi-Wan yelled out your name. He didn't sound too happy and you just ignored it because you've been here before. You used the force to clear a path and you sliced heads and limbs off the droids and flipped through. You got to the end of the tunnel and there you were in a massive droid factory built into the rocky caves. More blaster fire came at you and you turned to find more droids coming your way.

Obi-Wan was right behind you and you heard his saber coming into contact with the droids you left behind for him to deal with. Droidekas rolled down the metal ramps and you stood your ground. "Neo, Ryder, Zen, and the others are on their way. Some of the clones were able to find different entrances but I got them to move this way." Your skillful block was able to hit some other battle droids coming your way.

Obi-Wan used the force to remove some heavy machinery off the ground and chucked it at the droidekas while you covered for him. "We need to fall back," Obi-Wan shouts to you. You saw how more droids were coming and the clones finally made it to where you were but there were only a few of you. This was only supposed to be a reconnaissance mission.

"Everyone back!" You shout into your comlink and Obi-Wan covered you and you spot the scaffolding that supported a wall. The clones were starting to fall back but still shooting at whatever they could. "Obi-Wan just keep covering for me!"

"Hurry," he replied through gritted teeth and he blocked a blaster shot that was headed straight for you. The adrenaline kept on pumping through you as you made your way to the scaffoldings. With your lightsaber, you gave the legs a clean cut through and there were some creaks as it started to tumble over. Some droids spotted you and started shooting but the clones were able to get them off your tail. One by one the scaffoldings were falling into massive heaps onto the droids and you made a run for it back to where Obi-Wan was and everyone got out of the cave before the whole thing collapsed. The droids were being crushed by the falling rocks and walls that were once supported. It bought the whole team some time to get out. Obi-Wan didn't look too happy as you made your way back to the ship.

You were sitting in the weapons room annoyed that things didn't work out the way you wanted on your first mission back. Great! Hiding from Obi-Wan was the best option right now because he may already have met with the Council and spoke about the issue at hand. You weren't in a mood for a lecture either.

No doubt back up is coming but then you handed more time to the Separatists scums running the factory to flee. Your comlink blinked and you were sure it was Obi-Wan. He tracked you and suddenly the doors to the weapons room opened. There he was serene but you can feel the tension. "What happened?" you got up and he stood a few feet away from you.

"They're sending in more troops and we're still trying to track anyone leaving Darilia," he crossed his arms.

"What did they say about me?" you looked over his shoulder not focusing on him at all.

"I didn't mention that it was your idea," he reached out and holds your robes in his hands. "In return, you owe me an apology." You scoffed and swat his hand away.

"Apologize for what? Wanting to actually get to the bottom of this operation?" you challenged him. Your favorite past time. It felt like your Padawan days and it amused you a little bit. He moved even closer to you and you swallowed.

"Fine then you owe me one," he flicked his finger and you heard a beep and click at the door. You looked up at his eyes and saw clarity in them. He raised an eyebrow probably wondering why you were giving an attitude after his gracious attempt on trying not to get you in trouble with the Council. Obi-Wan was about to place a kiss on your lips when you flicked your own finger and the door of the weapons room opened. He moved away from you immediately and you grinned.

"My apologies Master," you said before leaving the room. You felt his force tug at your hair and it caused you to look back at him. There was a slight shake of his head and you rolled your eyes as you made a quick exit out of that room.

Next Chapter

#obi wan kenobi #obi-wan x reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader #star wars #star wars fanfic #AHHHHHH #Mistakes Like This (Obi-Wan Kenobi Fic)

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impossible-rat-babies · 4 years ago

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first 20 lines meme

i got tagged by @coldshrugs tysm azia! tagging: @trvelyans, @zarneki, @rosykims, @forestcreatures, @starrypawz, @heartbrreak, @bitchesofostwick, @juniper-tree, @wayhavn, @pearlsandsteel, and whomever else go for it !

The challenge is to list the first lines of your 20 latest fanfics. these’ll include wips too lol there’s some vague nsft stuff below the cut--nothing truly explicit in these though

1. prompt fill wip:

Rubble digging into Pollux’s shoulder blades, a heavy dead weight across his back pressing down on him. He winces, gritting his teeth and there’s just shallow breaths, ribs pressing painfully into the ground.

2. pollux finding out fic:

Mason curses as he breaks yet another cigarette and he tosses it into the trash, yanking out the old worn packaging for another one. Hands shaking, he takes a deep breath to steady himself and it works this time.

3. more shoe string french fry biting fic:

Pollux fishes another fry out from the little package of shoe strings, chewing slowly before he speaks: “You remember when I bit you?”

Ortega groans, shoulders hunching and the hood of the car once again protests under their weight. “You’ve bitten me no less than three times, Lux.” He reminds him and Pollux chews another couple of fries and swallows.

4. bathtub fic:

Pollux sinks lower into the water and for the first time in a long while, it’s quiet.

The faucet still drips, ripples spreading out until they hit his knees and he too lets them sink beneath the water--distorted and unclear.

5. the five feet apart because they’re not (gay)

Five feet.

A foot between him and the desk, another two and a half feet of desk, and then Grayson a foot and a half away. Might as well be miles and Pollux sniffs (again) picking at his thumbnail (again).

Five minutes.

Five minutes they’ve been sitting in silence. Nick is quiet too, but there’s a buzzing of anxiety whirling and twisting on itself that Pollux isn’t sure if it’s his own or just Nick. Probably both, if he’s being honest with himself.

6. nightmare/dropping the cups fic:

it’s too late to still be awake, Ortega thinks. He should be in bed with Pollux, instead he’s picking his way around the kitchen, cleaning up the remnants of dinner neither of them bothered to deal with once they were done.

7. phone go brr fic:

it’s far too early when the distant sound of the factory standard phone chime beeps over and over again, drawing him out of sleep. The sun hasn’t even come up, Pollux squinting his eyes open to stare at the blue hour haze coming through the thin curtains.

8. pollux shaving his head panic attack rip:

4am and he’s stuck sitting on the lid of the toilet, hands shaking uncontrollably with what he knows is yet another panic attack, his upper back and diaphragm aching from the frantic breaths. It’s all muted under the sound of clippers, the buzz and the strain as he combs the blades through his curls, watching ringlet after ringlet fall to the white tiles. They’re cold beneath his bare toes and and oh god he can *feel* it—

Why do they have to be white tiles?

Cool air on the back of an open shift, shivering at the cold and indignity of it all, laying on his side and staring at the floor, large needle pressing against his lower back deeper, between vertebra and poking into his spine—

9. legit just some pwp

Pushed against the wall and Pollux gasps, Ortega’s lips immediately following to meet his again, open mouths and trying to breathe while kissing is incredibly difficult. Ortega pulls him closer and Pollux has to crane his neck to keep reaching his lips but he doesn’t mind the effort.

Pollux grasp his shirt, pulling on fancy buttons and silk to find skin, fingers running across his stomach, feeling Ortega’s breath catching.

10. don’t stop (color on the walls)

It’s a clear night out tonight, the sky an endless dome stretching miles and miles overhead out into deep inky blackness bespectacled by freckled stars.

Pollux blows a stream of smoke out of his mouth and it drifts up and up until it dissipates and he wonders if any particles of the smoke will reach that impossibly high ceiling. If they’ll touch moon perched on the roof, staring down at him with her grey blue light.

11. thigh kisses thigh kisses pollux kissing thighs (nsfw)

Hands on his belt buckle, sliding the belt through the loops and its tossed onto the floor. Pollux’s hands work at the button and zipper, sinking down to sit on the edge of the bed, knees trapping Ortega in close.

12. morning after stuff per usual lol

Pollux grumbles and grunts, hiking his pants up and over slim hips in a smooth motion, adjusting them around his waist once they’re buttoned and zipped up. His hip smarts a touch and he shift his weight from one foot to the other, rolling his ankle. It clicks like always does, his knee the same crackling as always.

13. more pwp bc. couches.

kissing a path down his erratically moving stomach and Pollux bites his trembling lip hard, head cocked at an awkward angle, shoulders pressed against the back cushion of the couch. Ortega’s hands gripping his hips, thumbs pressing into the divots of his hipbones and fuck he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget how big Ortega’s hands are, how he holds him so tightly and so assuredly.

14. the twenty questions fic im never going to finish:

“Okay question one.”

“Question one?”

“Well yeah, this is how twenty questions goes.”

Incredulous and obnoxious is how this is going. And the chair is especially uncomfortable, the stupid molded plastic thing.

Charge has refused to meet in his office, saying it was too professional of an environment to get to know someone and Pollux wonders if there’s anything professional about the man. Well, beyond the very nice (and expensive no doubt) dress shirt and slacks, but even then the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows.

15. a follow up to our reflections

Pain greets him when his eyes open and Pollux clenches his eyes shut once more, the screaming headache cut off suddenly at motions too fast for his battered brain and body. It quiets to a dull roar at the base of neck, spreading down across his shoulders with each breath.

He groans softly, but steady arms and hands find him, pulling him in close. Mason buries his face in his hair and Pollux tucks his face against his chest, hand smoothing out and across Mason’s ribs, feeling him breathe long and deep. Warmth seeping into his hand.

16. a wip i made happy without trying:

“Okay, okay now it’s your turn sweetheart. Worst fuck you’ve had.”

Pollux sighs and sits further back on Mason’s hips he’s straddled, crossing his arms and he fusses with a loose strand on his borrowed shirt. Pity that Mason is left shirtless, but he hasn’t complained yet.

“Okay fine...does it have to actually have been like, dick in...?”

“Nah.”

“Give me a minute then.”

“Wow that many?”

Pollux glances down and gives Mason a wicked glare, but the anger is tempered by the grin tugging at the corners of his lips. Mason grins back, hands running down the slope of Pollux’s back and down the curve of his thigh, fingers tucking against the back of his knees pressed against the mattress. He shivers at the motions, giving Mason a brief glance.

17. hotel california

A haze creeps around the edges of Rabbit’s mind, a steady rise back to consciousness; details escape them, the haze of drowsiness like cotton between their ears and they blink slowly in the dim yellow light. The gibberish hum of a tv turned down low on the edge of their hearing, but they know the sound of the news anywhere--the monotone of a newscaster droning

18. the “i refuse to believe adam doesn’t go down” fic + trans rights

Jamie pulls his head back when he hears Adam’s knees hit the floor, the air cool against his heated skin as he pulls his sweats down with him. Adam leans in, scattering Jamie’s hips with kisses and little marks he knows will leave behind marks. He’ll be covered in them by time they’re done and Jamie’s trembling, biting his lip and staring down at Adam.

19. another i dunno i just wanted a different perspective fic

ringing—ears ringing. sharp pain in his jaw and work out the kinks, make sure nothing is broken. Nothing is broken—he knows the pain of broken bones and this doesn’t feel like it. Nothing crunches as he moves his arms, the world rapidly spinning back into focus.

20. our reflections:

Feet stumbling over each other, Pollux’s shoulder slams into the door and he curses loudly. Pain radiates down his arm and into his ribs, scattering across his shoulder blades and ending at the headache welling across his scalp. Breath catching, pain making his diaphragm stutter but he knows this well. Pause, close his eyes, lean against the door, and take a few deep breaths to ease the tightness.

#tag meme #thank you azia im like a week late but im doing in nonetheless lol #owen writes #god i have so many wips #not counting the thousands of words sitting in other docs #pour one out for the abandoned 5k fic somewhere in my drafts

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freebooter4ever · 5 years ago

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color/scent association, tagged by @s-k-y-w-a-l-k-e-r

under the cut because im longwinded af

red/orange: I’m combining these because there is a particular shade of burnt red that is unconsciously my favorite color, over half my clothes feature this color (the other half are pink), and it’s because it’s the shade of my grandparent’s carpet. Both my grandparents favorite color is red and they bought the house in the 60′s, though that doesn’t excuse them for picking this truly hideous carpet color. But it was my favorite place, my favorite smell in the world growing up. Taking my micro-machines down the river of hot lava stairs safe inside the micro-machine floating aircraft carrier was a memorable pastime. The light through the front windows faded parts of the deep red carpet to a bright bright orange, so it really was like fire (and the orange matched their truly god awful scratchy orange couch that felt like sitting on a burlap sack). My grandparents loved this ugly carpet so much they kept it for 55 years and when I asked her what she would miss the most when moving out of her house, my grandma answered the carpet because no one makes carpet in that shade of red anymore.

yellow: I feel like lemon is the too easy answer here, but I really love that JR Watkins lemon hand soap. I’d never tried it until I lived in Nick’s sister’s house so now I kinda associate the smell with that time - clean, bright, airy, plus bonus dog, in a 1950′s brick house with a crumbling two story staircase climb to the entrance that was like a death trap when covered in ice. The tiny kitchen there was like the social center of the house, so many roommates and we all ended up there at various times and ALL hours of the day (Sarah was ALWAYS baking and half of it was for fundraising for her dance company and the other half was always Kale Chips which was the most disgusting snack yet I pretended to love it for her sake) - I met Nick at 3am on thanksgiving day after I finally came home from work to find a stranger sitting on the kitchen floor eating pie. The second place I have seen this lemon hand soap is my favorite organic cafe near ohiopyle where I’d stop and get mayo free coleslaw every time I drove out to the country to sit and write by the river rapids - which also reminds me of Nick because of him being a ‘dirtbag’ river guide for a good chunk of his life in PA.

green: Freshly cut grass, which seems like an easy answer, but after living away from the pacific northwest for a time I’ve come to realize that the pine tree forests smell VASTLY different than any other forests. I miss it desperately. One of those things where you grow up thinking it’s normal, and everybody lives perpetually surrounded by the smell of pine needles until you move away for ten years and discover that nope, its not. Kind of like how I thought floating bridges were the norm and was shocked to discover seattle was one of the only places to have them.

blue: Chlorine in the neighborhood pools my friends and I practically lived in all summer during grade school.

purple: i actually can’t think of anything for purple...

pink: Lavender, which seems backwards since it’s not purple but I heavily associate pink with clothes, and all my clothes smell as much like lavender as I can get. My grandma on my mom’s side grew up in 1930′s Oklahoma farm country during the dustbowl, and her dad was a pest control man (there’s a photo of her as a teen here on this blog somewhere where she’s in her dad’s truck - the ugliest photo of her I’ve ever seen and the only one where my mom claims I actually look like my beautiful grandmother) - anyway, to keep bugs out of their own house my grandma and her mother used to sew little lavender satchels and hide them in the drawers. They used the prettiest scraps of fabric, and even edged them with lace sometimes. Much much later my grandma gave a few to me to put in my clothes drawers and my tiny child brain decided they were Much Too Pretty to be used in drawers so I repurposed them into doll pillows. But the ones she gave me were pink satin with white lace and always smelled like lavender. There’s other reasons lavender and pink became kind of a sacred smell for me after the Hell Year but I’m not gonna get into that lol.

brown: Those huge wood pilings on the side of docks - specifically the ones used near the ferries that travel to and from Whidbey Island. This is a distinct smell, but it’s not unique and I’ve smelled it in other areas but the Mukilteo Ferry will always be the original for me. The smell and color associated with such things like The Center For Wooden Boats which I grew up around thanks to my mom while also being NOT ALLOWED to sail for reasons my mother never explained (she knew how to sail, my grandpa lives on a sailboat down in the carribean for fucks sake)(when i told nick about that i thought nick would understand i was saying i never wanted to leave family behind like that, not that he’d take it as life advice), and also associated with that one specific railroad bridge that crosses the lake sammamish bicycle thoroughfare which Sanjeev used to live along that I think must have been built out of the same type of old weathered wood and I spent many days running past it, also also associated with the Edgewater where my cousin got married on the same day as the local Hemp Festival so the smell of ocean and old wood was mixed with the smell of marijuana, and tons of high hippies were cavorting through the streets in front of the hotel and the Myrtle Edwards Park (my mom’s favorite park - my dad’s side of the family only liked this park because it was within walking distance of the Old Spaghetti Factory) and the entire wedding party walked from the church at Holy Names Academy down to the hotel for the reception, and we all got mixed up in the revelers. And I was walking with grandma and grandpa and at least five different people stopped to declare how splendid my grandpa’s fancy pale blue suit looked. This was before pot was legal in washington, btw.

black: whatever the fuck the smell of all the collective music events Naeem threw was...so - alcohol? smoke? sweat? weird air? I don’t even know, but I’m nostalgic as heck for it. Half the time the parties were just a black void for dancing but you sure could smell it. It’s not exactly a smell I can describe but it’s one I recognize. Cramped dark rooms, weird paintings on the wall - naked people / black light owl / hipster wallpaper, shitty beat up flooring, crowds of people half who feel familiar, quirky lighting, racks of bicycles hung from the ceiling in one instance, fog and a long artificially elongated room in another, music videos that rarely make sense but are good for something to stare at instead of making conversation (dancing monkeys?), an underground art deco bank vault door, disco balls, brick houses with narrow wooden decks behind alleys to cool off on, snow, and THAT SMELL.

tagging @aboutthatmelancholystorm , @lollki , @revolverwaffle bc i saw you online for a min old friend, and @lieblinggs

#journal shit

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panicatthekogane · 6 years ago

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Shiro + Adam's dates: a saga

*****

-going to red lobster. Not to eat, but to watch the lobsters fight in the tank

-Lana Del Rey karaoke

-watching the Emoji Movie in theaters and spending $300 on popcorn, Coca Cola, milkshakes, nachos, hot dogs and m&ms

-Flirting w/ Starbucks baristas to get free drinks for each other

Shiro: babe I told you

Adam: what

Adam: told me what

Shiro: i-....... Never mind

Adam: no what's wrong

Shiro: I wanted almond milk

Adam: and I wanted cheesecake factory but here we are broke ass

-watering Adam's mom's tomato garden in exchange for 15 minutes in the jacuzzi

-getting trapped in an elevator and making out for 3 hours then realizing neither one of them pressed any buttons

-driving 867 miles into the wilderness to look at Shiro's favorite tree, then carving "❤️A.W.+T.S.❤️" into the bark

-olive garden, to test how much cheese a waiter will grate before giving up

Some poor server, grating parmesan: say when :)

Adam: :)

*half an hour later*

The Server, in tears: sir please my wrist and my job are on the line

Adam: :)

-throwing water balloons and Keith and Pidge's tree house (Adam's secret excuse to assert his dominance over Keith)

Shiro: truce???

Keith, dripping wet, releasing a barrage of Pidge's science fair rocks: I'll see you in hell, four eyes

Shiro: - please stop-

Adam, getting the garden hose ready: tell em who sent you and kiss your ass goodbye

-flipping through all 4238 cable channels and taking a shot every time a straight white couple kisses

-visiting the World War III museum and responding to everything with "this is so sad Alexa can we assassinate capitalists"

-adopting 26 cats from the animal shelter despite Adam being allergic

Adam, eyes watering and skin breaking out in hives: 3 of these look just like your brother lmao

Shiro: I got him here too

Shiro: baby are u sure ur okay

Adam: yeah

Adam:

-thiefing whole ass traffic lights and stop signs

-motorcycle rides going 90 mph on the highway after midnight

Shiro:

Adam:

-a picnic in the middle of the mountains, in a field of Indian paintbrush and dyer's woad. This is where, stuttering, Shiro tells Adam he loves him. Wine drunk, they fall asleep in each other's arms.

Shiro, blindfolded: this is kinky

Adam: not the time, Takashi

Shiro: where are we going

Adam: you'll see baby ;)))))

*he takes off the blindfold to reveal Chuck E Cheese*

Adam: happy birthday my love

Adam: I know you never got to come here as a kid so

Shiro, in tears: you're the best boyfriend in the world

- a lantern festival:

Adam, singing in falsetto: and at last I see the liiiiiiight

Shiro, with the stupidest biggest grin: shut up you're so corny

*writing wishes on their paper lanterns*

Adam: what did you wish for takashi

Shiro, blushing: a lifetime with you ❤️ 💕😍😘😍❤️

Shiro: why,??? what did you write ;)))

Adam, immediately yeeting the lantern that says "God better gimme the ass I deserve" into the air: it's a secret ;^)))

-Sneaking into the Garrison prom to slow dance :

Adam, with his head on Shiro's chest: Takashi?

Shiro: hmm???

Adam: can I ask you something

Shiro, sweating through his tux: 💓 sure

Adam: what color is your toothbrush

Shiro:........ We live together

Shiro: it's red you walnut

Adam: just like my undying love for you

Shiro:

Keith, materializing between them: save room for Jesus you thirsty bastards

-IHOP at 3am to share a stack of chocolate mousse pancakes and talk shit about other pilots

-laser tag, in which Adam hands Shiro his own ass

*in bed*

Adam: babe please

Adam: Takashi

Shiro: not after what you did

Adam: I won fair and square

Shiro: you're a total idiot if you think I'll let you even touch me

Adam:

-the state fair:

Adam: win me that giant sloth

Shiro: alright but I need your help

Adam: wh-

Shiro: Im gonna put cotton candy in your hair and while you freak out and distract the guy I'll sneak around the tent and grab the prize

-Shiro does however wins Adam a my little pony after destroying the strength tester with the power of his gay powered muscles and big dick energy. Adam repays him with a kiss at the top of the ferris wheel

-after a particularly bad finals week they go clubbing to get fucking wasted. In the morning Shiro wakes up with a broken ring pop on his finger. Adam, still passed out, has one too. Neither remembers what happened but maybe it's meant to be.

#voltron #vld #adashi #shadam #takashi shirogane #shiro #adam (voltron)#vld adam #broganes #vld shiro #shiro (voltron)

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hope-blossoms-in-a-wastelan-blog · 8 years ago

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[I have half my drafts queued (that word is... very hard odd to spell). They’re scheduled (another weird word) tomorrow today at 30 minute intervals starting at 9 (of the morn varyeti). in any case it’s 1 and i’m tired please dont judge me and my weird spelling i really need to sleep also narsh is going on about cheese and bagels and triangles im so confused this is what happens when it gets too late okay goodbye now time to sleep]

#out of experiments [ooc]#this happens like all the time if i stay up late just fyi #sorry for rambling #feel free to ignore this delusional crap #baaaaaaii #kohai i sleep need much u get?#dont #dont question #is late #begone with you foul demons of reality #they are gone #have been for the past ten minutes #alright im actually leaving #oh wait do any of you get your youtube watch next stuck in an endless loop #for me its endless trap factory / trap fantasm.#just forever back and forth #aight actually bye #//dies from need of slep #tag rambling

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monkeypressde · 3 years ago

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NCN (NOCTURNAL CULTURE NIGHT) SPECIAL 2021 – Samstag (11.09.2021)

Nachdem es zunächst nach einem herrlichen Tag aussah, war man kurzzeitig irritiert: Was soll denn das mit dem Regenschauer jetzt? Zum Glück nur eine Momentaufnahme, der frühe Schauer des Tages, der schnell von der Sonne wieder repariert wurde. Also frisch gemacht, gestärkt und zur Mittagszeit wieder auf den Weg zum Festivalgelände gemacht, schließlich sollte es am zweiten Tag des NCN Specials 2021 bereits zeitig losgehen im Programm. So stieg auch schnell die Vorfreude und die strahlende Sonne stimmte einen auf den anstehenden Spätsommerfestivaltag ein.

Bereits um 13 Uhr eröffnete die Düsseldorfer Band Carpet Waves den Tag auf der Amphibühne und zeigte, dass die „Waves“ in ihrem Namen kein Zufall ist. Wavige Rocksounds wurden geboten, dazu postpunkige Momente, gespielt von einer Band, die sichtlich erfreut darüber war, bereits zur Mittagszeit hier ein interessiertes und zahlreiches Publikum vorzufinden. Eingängige Stücke wie Delusions und Bright Side of the Dawn hinterließen Eindruck und so waren Carpet Waves bereits als Opener in der Situation, dass eine Zugabe gefordert wurde. So ließ sich die Band dann auch nicht lange bitten und kam für Planets are Moving noch einmal auf die Bühne zurück. Ein guter Start in den Tag!

Setlist CARPET WAVES @ NCN SPECIAL 2021:

01. Winter 02. Shapeless Clouds 03. Delusions 04. Shadows 05. Bright Side of the Dawn 06. Biography 07. Aura 08. Black Daffodil 09. Planets are Moving (Z)

Schon war man mitten im Geschehen auf und um den Festivaltag. Auf der Kulturbühne folgten Akalotz und später Sleepwalk, die mit harten Elektrosounds einheizten, auf der Amphibühne begeisterte Jadu mit ihrem – wie sie es selbst nennt – Military Dream Pop und auch auf dem Sportplatz nebenan gab es gutes Programm. Seit dem einstigen Stromausfall ist es schließlich Tradition, dass der SV Blau-Weiß Deutzen ein Heimspiel während des Festivals abhält. Vor den Augen der „NCN Ultras“ konnte die Mannschaft somit am 5. Spieltag der Kreisoberliga Muldental/Leipziger Land ein 3:1 gegen den VfB Leisnig feiern – mit einer lautstarken Unterstützung, die sie sicherlich nicht alle Tage erhält.

NCN (Nocturnal Culture Night) 2021 Special – Impressionen – Deutzen, Kulturpark (10. – 12.09.2021)

Aber zurück zur Musik, gab es doch um 17 Uhr ein echtes Urgestein zu sehen, das – nebst den am Vortag aufgetretenen Das Ich – bereits einst beim ersten Wave-Gotik-Treffen auf der Bühne stand. Age Of Heaven spielten auf und spielten einwandfreien Gothic Rock der alten Schule. Stücke wie Broke The Chain funktionieren auch heute noch und verbreiten live eine Menge Energie und Atmosphäre. Treibendes Schlagzeug, druckvolle Gitarrensounds und eine Band, der man anmerkt, dass sie nach all den Jahren immer noch eine Menge Spaß daran hat, auf der Bühne zu stehen, das waren die Zutaten für einen gelungenen Auftritt der Band. Nummern der Marke In the Mirror zogen das Tempo zwischendurch gar noch einmal an, die Energie war zu spüren und als mit The Providence das Set endete, war berechtigte Begeisterung ob des Auftritts zu vernehmen.

Setlist AGE OF HEAVEN @ NCN SPECIAL 2021:

01. Lethal Poison 02. To The Clouds 03. Broke The Chain 04. Heart Of Stone 05. Machinery 06. In The Mirror 07. Change Your Mind 08. Tonight 09. Strangers 10. Love Is Just A Lie 11. Armageddon 12. The Providence

Es folgte Kontrastprogramm der beiden Bühnen untereinander: Während die Amphibühne den EBM-Sounds von Tyske Ludder gehörte, war die Kulturbühne für den Neofolk von Darkwood bereitet. Sorgen ob der Lautstärke von der Amphibühne brauchte man aber keine zu haben, denn Darkwood waren klar und gut vernehmbar während ihres Sets. Die Bank um Henryk Vogel zeigte sich in guter Form und präsentierte eine Menge Schönheit. Mit Violine, Drums, Keyboard und zeitweiser weiblicher Zweitstimme zeigten sie sich in guter Form und sorgten mit Stücken wie Nothing Left to Lose und Forgotten Beauty für Gänsehaut und ein begeistertes Publikum. Das genannte Forgotten Beauty führte einem dabei auch vor Augen, wie lang die Band schon aktiv ist, erschien das dazugehörige Album Flammende Welt doch bereits im Jahr 2001. Brüche sind dabei nicht zu spüren, die Stücke stehen gut nebeneinander, was man bspw. auch bei One-Eyed God vom jüngsten Album Twilight Garden merkt, einem der treibendsten Momente des Sets. Als mit Stiller Bund das Set enden sollte und nebst Publikum auch die Band sichtlich begeistert war (so nahm die Violinisten z.B. vor Verlassen der Bühne noch schnell ein Handyfoto des Publikums auf), war spontan noch Platz für Ostenfeld als ungeplante Zugabe. Ein sehr starker Auftritt!

Setlist DARKWOOD @ NCN SPECIAL 2021:

01. Rancourt 02. The Dusk Draws Near 03. Chased by the Swans 04. Break of Dawn 05. Secret Places 06. Nothing Left to Lose 07. Forgotten Beauty 08. Caucasian Tales 09. Roggenfelder 10. Weltenstürme 11. Verlorenes Heer 12. One-Eyed God 13. Deutsche Sonnwend 14. Lied am Feuer 15. Stiller Bund 16. Ostenfeld (Z)

Abwechslungsreich sollte es weitergehen im Programm, denn die Gegensätze waren mal wieder deutlich. Die Amphibühne zelebrierte mit Tanzwut das Mittelalter, auf der Kulturbühne ging indes der Post-Punk ab. The Foreign Resort aus Dänemark enterten die Bühne und legten direkt mit Obsessing gut los. Wem es in der einsetzenden Dunkelheit zu frisch wurde, dem wurde hier schnell wieder warm, denn die Post-Punk-Klänge mit New-Wave-Einfluss ließen einem wenig Wahl. Zwar hat die Musik teilweise einen kalten Touch, aber dem Bewegungsdrang ist dadurch kein Einhalt geboten, ganz im Gegenteil. Atmosphärisch und eingängig präsentierte sich die Band in ihrem Set und ließ in ihrem 75-minütigen Set keinerlei Langeweile aufkommen. Eine klare Antwort auf die ungestellte Frage, warum die Kulturbühne so gut gefüllt war zu diesem Zeitpunkt und eine Band, die man sich gerne wieder anschaut. Vielleicht in besseren Zeiten ja auch wieder in den Clubs.

Setlist THE FOREIGN RESORT @ NCN SPECIAL 2021:

01. Obsessing 02. Dead End Roads 03. Flushed 04. She Is Lost 05. New Frontiers 06. Send Your Heart To The Riot 07. Outnumbered 08. Skyline/Decay 09. Hearts Fade Out 10. Landslide 11. Quiet Again 12. Dark White 13. Orange Glow

45 Minuten Umbaupause und es war Zeit für Headliner auf beiden Bühnen… Wer auf der Kulturbühne blieb, konnte eine Legende sehen, die in Sachen Show auch nach all den Jahren noch Maßstäbe setzt, natürlich, ganz ohne dabei die Musik zu vernachlässigen. Nach anfänglichen Problemen betraten Placebo Effect die Bühne und eröffneten mit Evil Dead Trap ihr Set, das den Eindruck hinterließ, als wäre kaum Zeit zwischen den ersten Werken und dem 2020er-Album Shattered Souls vergangen. Dunkler Elektro, tanzbar, dazu eine Show, in der die Band aufging. Dornenkrone, Kreuz, Hostien, Asche ins Publikum… Hier gab es einiges zu sehen. Da mag es zunächst leicht deplatziert gewirkt haben, dass mittendrin ein Geburtsständchen für ein Geburtstagskind in der ersten Reihe gesungen und gar ein Kuchen übergeben wurde. Der Bogen zur Show aber war schnell geschlagen, denn der große Teddybär zählte dann doch nicht zu den Geschenken, stattdessen musste man sich auf der Bühne Sorgen darum machen, dass es diesem an den Kragen geht. Ging es dann aber doch nicht. Musikalisch blieben ansonsten ebenfalls keine Wünsche offen – es wurde ein großer Bogen gespannt, bis der Klassiker Galleries Of Pain und Open Dead Eyes ein aufwühlendes Set beendeten, das denen, die dabei waren, nachhaltig im Gedächtnis blieb.

Setlist PLACEBO EFFECT @ NCN SPECIAL 2021:

01. Evil Dead trap 02. Feed your creatures 03. Devoid of souls 04. Mistress 05. Dead and buried 06. Down on your knees 07. Hard work 08. Pain 09. Agony of mind 10. Last walk 11. Slashed open 12. Move 13. Nothing to cry (Z) 14. Crystal white snow (Z) 15. Galleries of Pain (Z) 16. Open Dead Eyes (Z)

Auch auf der Amphibühne war währenddessen ein echter Hochkaräter zu sehen. Diary Of Dreams spielten vor einer ordentlichen Kulisse und wussten zu begeistern. Als Opener diente Made In Shame, es folgte ein gelungenes Best Of Set aus dem großen Output, das die Band in all den Jahren angesammelt hat. Gewohnt tanzbar zwischen Dark Wave, Elektro und Synth-Pop angesiedelt erklangen Stücke wie Kindrom, Ikarus und Decipher Me, bei denen sich das Publikum ebenso begeistert wie textsicher zeigte. Klare Sache: Da hat die Band keine Chance, das Set mit Undividable zu beenden. Für Butterfly:Dance! und Traumtänzer kam die Band noch einmal zurück und hinterließ zufriedene Gesichter. Ganz klar eine Band, die die Headliner-Position würdig besetzt hat.

Setlist DIARY OF DREAMS @ NCN SPECIAL 2021:

01. Made In Shame 02. Epicon 03. Kindrom 04. Listen And Scream 05. Sinferno 06. Ikarus 07. The Curse 08. Endless nights 09. Decipher me 10. Undividable 11. Butterfly:Dance! (Z) 12. Traumtänzer (Z)

Wie am Vortag gab es auch am Samstag noch ein Mitternachtsspecial, das erst am Samstagmorgen via Facebook und durch Plakate auf dem Gelände aufgelöst wurde: Rome sollten noch auftreten, wobei Rome in dem Fall Jérôme Reuter solo bedeutete, der mit seiner Gitarre ein Potpourri quer durch die Rome-Diskographie spielte und den Abend damit ausklingen ließ.

Wer anschließend noch feiern wollte, konnte zu den Klängen von DJ Torben Schmidt und DJ Factory x4 noch ein wenig tanzen, bevor es galt, noch einmal ein paar Stunden Schlaf zu sammeln, denn schließlich stand noch ein weiterer Festivaltag bevor.

Der Beitrag NCN (NOCTURNAL CULTURE NIGHT) SPECIAL 2021 – Samstag (11.09.2021) erschien zuerst auf Monkeypress.de.

#NCN (NOCTURNAL CULTURE NIGHT) SPECIAL 2021 – Samstag (11.09.2021)#Festivalberichte #11.09.2021 #202

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snoozey · 7 years ago

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i was tagged in a couple of things again! i don’t think im gonna tag anyone specifically,, if u want to do either of these say i tagged u

1. tagged by @ronanslynhc & @eijuhn! thank u <3

rules: choose any three fandoms (in any order), answer the questions and tag people you want to get to know better.

my chosen 3 fandoms:

haikyuu

d gray man

owari no seraph

the first character you loved:

hinata i think?

ALLEN

mika he was so small,,

the character you never expected to love so much:

i’m not sure? maybe kageyama?

kanda

tbh mika after he and yuu were separated

the character you’d slap:

someone is going to kill me for saying this but tsukki gjddfs

tykki

ferid,, BITCH

three favourite characters (in order of preference)

suga (my best boy ever), yamaguchi, hinata

allen, lavi, lenalee

mika, yuu, yoichi

a character you liked at first but don’t anymore:

none really?

i can’t think of any lmao??

i don’t really,, ,lose affection for characters

a character you did not like at first but do now:

i guess i didn’t like kageyama in like the first episode but that didn’t last very long

kanda,, i was indifferent about him at first but now i love him

krul

three otps:

daisuga (my BEST BOYS!!!), kagehina, iwaoi

yulma, , i dont really ship anything in dgm?

mikayuu (i would die, for them) that’s it?

2. tagged by @kjirous

@last

drink: coke (mm diabetes!) phone call: my mum lol text message: eli song you listened to: i can’t remember,, maybe 1950 by king princess i love that song time you cried: last monday

ever

dated someone twice: ya kissed someone and regretted it: nope been cheated on: no lost someone special: no been depressed: uhhh idk! gotten drunk and thrown up: hell yea babey

fave colours:

yellow! pink burgundy

in the last year have you...

made new friends: yea!!! fallen out of love: nope laughed until you cried: yea found out someone wwas talking about you: no? met someone who changed you: hmmm idk found out who your friends are: gjkdshf idk!!! kissed someone on your facebook friends list: YEP

general

how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: i don’t talk to like any of them anymore but i knew most of them in secondary school do you have any pets: a cat named sparks!!! do you want to change your name: nah what did you do for your last birthday: i went to ihop for breakfast and then cheesecake factory for dinner w some pals what time did you wake up today: about 11 what were you doing at midnight last night: i think i was just on tumblr lol what is something you can’t wait for: going home in two weeks!! seeing my cat!! courty hopefully coming to my house in the summer!! what are you listening to right now: the sound of my laptop trying not to kill itself have you ever talked to a person named tom: yea something that’s getting on your nerves: i fear tumblr may crash and this entire text post which has taken me too fuckin long will disappear into the abyss along with my sanity most visited website: tumblr,, and youtube hair colour: like blondey brown? courty says im ginger but i dont believe it long or short hair: short do you have a crush on someone: is it a crush if its love?? ( that was gay) what do you like about yourself: (im stealing courtney’s answer) im a lesbian want any piercings: i used to want my nose pierced but idk anymore blood type: lesbian nicknames: becca,,, bec,,,, bex relationship status: ?????????????????????????? zodiac: aquarius pronouns: she/her fave tv shows: haikyuu, ................grey’s anatomy tattoos: i think i’d get bored of them right or left handed: right mostly ever had surgery: as a baby i think piercings: just my ears sports: SPORTS CAN DIE!! unless they’re animated gjfds vacation: somewhere hotter than england

more general

eating: rn? nothing drinking:... nothing i’m about to: open eli’s snapchat and probably die from it waiting for: my heater to actually WORK want: gay answer: courty, usual answer:,,,, a snack get married: pls i want a wife career: editor & author

which is better:

hugs or kisses: ,,,, kisses lips or eyes: eyes shorter or taller: shorter older or younger: uhhh it doesnt rlly matter? nice arms or stomach: arms hookup or relationship: relationship troublemaker ot hesitant: is troublemaker code for top

have you ever

kissed a stranger: nope drank hard liquor: nope lost glasses: no turned someone down: ya sex on first date: no broken someone’s heart: dont think so? had your heart broken: not rlly? been arrested: no cried when someone died: no the only person i know who’s died is my great nan and i didn’t really know her well fallen for a friend: oh yep

do you believe in yourself

yourself: ya miracles: no love at first sight: no,,, more like infatuation santa claus: im,,, im 20 years old..,,,. kiss on first date: ya angels: nah

other:

best friend’s name: courty fave movie: the parent trap (1998) IT’S A MASTERPIECE!! fave actors: i don’t,,, have any? mark hamill?

#this is SO LONG and it took me like.#30 mins #that's how i spend my sunday nights!

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shannxoxon · 7 years ago

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Raised from perdition

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Chapter 4: Dead Daddy’s club

Pairing: Dean x Reader (season 4)

Summary: You had known the Winchester boys for about a year and a half now, you had met them on a hunt and found out that your dads had worked together a few years back. Sam had been like an older brother to you and Dean… well, you wished Dean had seen you as more than a little sister.

You and Dean are working a case together, but your past comes back to haunt you yet again. You and Dean find out about Sam’s ‘co-curricular’ activites and Dean tells you the truth about what he remembers from the pit.

(Loosely following the events of season 4, this is kinda an orignal story line tho)

Warnings: Swearing, physical violence, more implied smut (finally)

Words: 2,755

Author’s notes: I would love to hear any feedback or suggestions on this fic! also let me know if you want to be tagged in upcoming chapters! Also im really happy with how this chaper turned out so I hope you enjoy it!

You turned the tap and the water came pouring out, you waited for it to heat up before you stepped under the it. You and the boys were back in another dingy hotel, working on cases while trying to stop Lilith from breaking the seals. The boys had gone out for some food, so you finally got a chance to hang out in the room by yourself. It had felt like you hadn’t had a shower in years, in this job you were constantly covered in blood or dirt so taking a shower was always like a fresh start. You ran your hands through your Y/H/C coloured hair and washed out as much grease from it as you could. You grabbed a shaver from the shelf and hacked at the hair on your legs then washed yourself with the complimentry body wash that smelt mostly of chemicals. You stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel, you always forgot to bring in clean clothes when you got into the shower. You dried your hair and gave it a brush before putting it up into a messy bun on your head. You opened the door into the bedroom to get dressed when you notice Dean sitting at the table eating a slice of pie. “What the hell, I thought you guys went out to eat” you held onto the towel to stop it from falling down. “We got it to go.” Dean mumbled, his mouth full of food. Dean’s eyes wondered over your body, he had seen you in less before but it had been a while since that night. You grabbed your clothes and headed back into the bathroom to change, Dean didn’t take his eyes of you until you closed the door. You walked back out after a minute in one of Dean’s old tshirts (You didn’t really have much clothes with you so you took all the hand-me-downs you could get) that almost covered your knees. Dean liked it when you would wear his clothes. “Did you get me anything” you ask, hopeing he brought you back something to eat. He passed you a burger and you took a seat next to him. “Where’s Sam?” you ask, taking a bite into your food. “He went to do some research on the case.” you looked over to Sam’s bed, his laptop sitting in the middle of it. “Without his laptop?” you ask, Dean just gave you a shrug and took a sip from his beer. “So what do we know about this case?” you picked up Dean’s beer and take a sip, he gives you a half annoyed, half flirty look, you knew that you had been teasing him after the way you saw him looking at you and you liked it, being in control for once. “Just the usual, woman goes crazy murders her husband and then goes on a killing spree, after she was caught claimed she didn’t remember a thing, said she was possesed.”

You were leaving the police station, you had interveiwed the woman who had killed those people. Her story seemed to fit with any typical demon possession. Now you just had to figure out why. You and Dean made your way back to the motel to meet up with Sam and fill him in on what you had found out. Dean opened the door to the motel room and all of a sudden he fell to the ground, he had been knocked out by a tall, skinny man, another 2 men where standing behind him, there eyes flashed black and you knew right away. The skinny man walked up to you and punched you hard in the gut, you fell to your knees holding your stomach, groaning in pain. “Long time no see” he says to you, you were confused, you dont think you had ever me this demon before, you couldn’t think about it much longer before he knocked you out with the back of your gun. You woke up tied to a chair in a dark room. You could feel your hands and feet had been tied to the limbs of a chair. you tried to lift your head but your whole body seiezed in pain, you assumed the demon must have gone a few rounds with you while you were passed out. Your eyes finally adjusted to the dark room and you could see a few objects around you, you looked over to your right and see Dean tied up like you were, still knocked out. “Dean” you whisper to him, you didn’t want to alert the Demons and let them know you had woken up. “Dean” you whisper again a little louder. You see his head move and his body shift, when he finally came to he tried to free himself from the ropes but it seemed to be know use. “Y/N, you ok,” you gave yourself a quick once over on your body, making sure you had no serious damage. “Yea, I think so” you reply. “What about you?” Dean did the same and checked his body for anything. “Yea, im fine” you wait a second and have another look around the room for anyhing that could help determine where you are, or could help get you out. “So whats the plan Dean?” it wouldn’t be long until the Demons would barge through the door and probably kill the both of you. “Im thinking!” Dean sounded agetatted, he must be at a lose for anyway of breaking free. The door infront of you swings open and the same man from the motel stood before you, he walked in and turned on the light, It looked as if you were in a factory wearhouse somewhere. “Well, if it aint the dead daddy’s club.” the demon looks at Dean then at You, he gives you an evil grin. “And who the hell are you suppose to be?” Dean asks, that all to familiar sarcastic voice was back. “Well Dean we havn’t had the pleasure yet, but I’v heard all about you.” Dean gave the demon his usual smirk “I know, I’m kinda a celebrity.” Dean laughes, followed by a painful cough. The demon turns back to you, he started walking around you, touching your hair, then you bareskin. “Don’t touch her, you bastard” Dean warned. “It’s ok Dean, me and Y/N go way back.” you were confused, you don’t remember who this demon was. “Y/N, you don’t remember? oh that’s to bad we had so much fun together. You and your Daddy had been tracking me down, trying to ruin the fun I was having” you stopped yourself from going back to that night, the one you had tried to forget. “Your Daddy found me and trapped me didnt he, tried to exorcise me” you couldn’t hear the rest, you didn’t want to. “Shut up, just Shut up!” you yelled pulling at the ropes on your arms, wishing yourself loose so you could jump on the son of a bitch and kill him. “But Daddy was a little rusty, made a mistake and I got free. then you walked in, and then we had our fun didn’t we.” Dean was looking at you, but you couldn’t look back. “Don’t listen to him Y/N, he just trying to mess with your head” He wanted to help you but he didn’t know how, he was useless tied up like this. “I made you watch didn’t I, as I tore your Daddy limb from limb” you stopped struggling and your head dropped “I’m going to kill you” you said in a low voice, barley audible. “What was that?” the demon asked. You lifted your head back up and stared at him. You tried your best not to show any fear. “I said, Im going to fucking KILL YOU!” the demon just laughs at you, tearing you up inside. “So what you kidnapped us and now your going to kill us?” Dean asks, he knew you couldnt take much more of his taunting. “Not yet, you know Lilith want’s your brothers head on a spike.” “So this is a trap then? for Sam?” the demon holds up his hand “Ding, Ding, Ding, you’ve hit the jackpot” Dean shakes his head with a smirk on his face, “You think Sam will fall for this?” the demon stops in front of Dean and leans down so they are face to face. “I’m counting on it.” The demon raises his hand and you feel like all the bones in your body begin to break, and your throat closes up. You heard a loud commotion in the other room and suddenly preassure on your body was gone. The door slams open and Sam is standing there, a woman standing next to him and the other demons were lying on the floor. “Well Sam it’s about time you showed up.” Sam held up his hand to the demon and closed his eyes. The demon started shaking and black smoke started to exit his mouth, you couldn’t believe what you were seeing, Sam was excorsising a demon with his mind.

You were back at the motel, your body ached all over. Sam and Dean where outside fighting over what Sam had just done. So you thought it was best to just get out of their way. You pulled of your clothes and put on Dean’s old tshirst, you could hear Dean yelling outside at his brother and he sounded pissed. You sat on Dean’s bed and waited while the boys figured their shit out. To be honest you agreed with Dean, that what Sam was doing was crazy and Ruby was bad news. You knew well enough that all demon’s were just...evil. Dean swung open the door to the motel room and slammed it right behind him, Sam didn’t follow. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a beer. It was a little awkward, you could tell Dean was angry still and you thought if you said anything to him now he might take it out on you. So you just sat on his bed in silence. Two beers later and finally Dean spoke. “I can’t believe him” you really didn’t want to get yourself involved in the brothers fight, it was a complex relationship they had. “He did save our life.” you say, Dean looked at you with the same eye’s he was giving your brother on the car ride home. “He can exorcise demons with his mind Y/N, thats not normal” you nodded your head, agreeing with him. There was another long pauce before anyone spoke, “So that demon, he killed your dad?” you went silent, “I don’t want to talk about it.” you say. “Look it’s ok, I know what its --” you cut him short “I said I dont want to talk about it Dean” you stood up facing him with your arms crossed. “I just think, it helps to talk about it” you opened you eyes wide, really? you thought, he was such hypocryte. “Ok you want an open hour, lets talk about you huh? what do you remember from hell Dean?” Dean stood up and moved towards you, aggetated that you had brought this topic of conversation up. “I told you, I dont remember a god damn thing.” you knew the truth though, you had known Dean long enough now to know when he was lying. “So the nightmares, they have nothing to do with it?” Dean looked away from you, he was upset. “I don’t know what your talking about.” “Come on Dean, I know you” you move towards him, you were only a few inches away. “What do you want me to say?” Dean yelled, he had never acted like this around you, he was usually calm and gentel with you but this was a knew side of Dean you had never seen before. “I remember everything ok, I remember every god damn thing that happened to me down there. Not only that but 4 months in the pit, it’s like 40 years.” You wanted to reach out and touch him, comfort him but you were frozen. He continued, it was like he had been holding this in and needed to let it out to somene, someone he trusted. “They, uh... They sliced and carved and tore at me in ways that you... Until there was nothing left. And then, suddenly... I would be whole again... like magic... just so they could start in all over. And this demon, Alastair... at the end of every day... every one... he would come over. And he would make me an offer. To take me off the rack... if I put souls on... if I started the torturing. And every day, I told him to stick it where the sun shines. For 30 years, I told him. But then I couldn't do it anymore, Y/N. I couldn't. And I got off that rack. God help me, I got right off it, and I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls.” you noticed his were glassy and filling up with water. “The -- the things that I did to them. “How I feel... This... inside me... I wish I couldn't feel anything, Y/N I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing.” You knew there was nothing you could say to help him or make it better. You put your hand on his cheek and he leaned into it. You move in and press your lips against his. It was all you could think to do and it seemed to work as you felt his heart beat slow under your hand which was resting on his chest. You pulled away and looked at him. He had a look of shock on his face, you guess he wasn’t expecting what had just happened. For second you thought maybe that wasn’t what he wanted but Dean grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you again, harder. You reached up and put your arms around his neck, you needed to be as close to him as you could get, to make sure he knew you were there. You and Dean needed each other more than you had realised until this moment. Dean started to pick up the pace, the kiss went from gentle to passionate and you let your hands down from his neck to his chest. Dean’s lips wondered from your mouth to your neck and you let out a small moan. That must have set him off because Dean picked you up and pushed you against the wall. You pulled off Dean’s shirt and threw it down on the ground, you let your hands move all around his upper body, taking in how he felt under your finger tips. One of Dean’s hands was still on your ass, holding you up on him, the other was exploring under your top. He moved you over to the bed and pulled your top over your head. You were left basically naked and you had a moment of embarasment, but Dean made you feel comfortable. He placed kisses all over your body, making you moan with each touch. You pulled off his jeans and you were in the exact same position as that night a year ago, you half expected Dean’s phone to ring again or for Sam to walk back through the door, but nothing happened. It was just you and Dean, and for once, in a very long time, you felt genuinly happy.

You woke at around 3am in the morning, Dean had sprung up from the bed sweating and panting, it had been another nightmare. But this time it was different, this time you were there to bring him back to reality. You kissed Dean’s cheek and he turned to look at you. “It’s ok, I’m here.” You both lie back down on the bed you rest your head on Dean’s chest and he warps an arm around you. This felt like what you to had been designed for, to comfort one another, that you would always be there for each other no matter what. “Thank you” you heard Dean whisper to you, you lifted your head from his chest and moved up to his lips, the kiss threatened to become passionate again but you were both exahused so you broke away and layed back down. Even though the world was literally going to shit, and an apocolypse was just begining you had never felt safer than you did right now in Dean’s arms.

To Be Continued...

@polina-93 @stardust1374

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fanfiction #dean x you #spn reader insert #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #spn fanfic #spn season 4

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frogspencer · 7 years ago

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i was tagged to do this by @timeisweird THANK YOU SO MUCH ilu and this is a rlly good tag challenge >:’0

5 things you can find on my blog:

frogs

graphic design/ that good ol’ 80′s/90′s aesthetic, you can pretty much tell what kind of things fit my aesthetic by looking at my desktop archive for 0.2 seconds lmao

tv shows, mainly doctor whomstdvevegev, fullmetal alchemist, over the garden wall, boku no hero academia, and voltron

misc video games, mainly undertale, sonic, and pokemon

movies i like, mainly star wars, indiana jones, and willy wonka and the chocolate factory

5 things you can find in my room:

venus fly trap, bby boy bby (and a lot of other baby plants)

hidden naruto poster in my closet

lots of various old things i collect including a bunch of old botany and chemistry textbooks and a pharmacy clock with alchemical symbols instead of numbers

tiny qbert machine

record player and some bombass records including readings of edgar allen poe and this rlly neat opera singer guy i dont know what hes saying but he really sounds lik ehes having a fun time!

5 things ive always wanted to do:

be a graphic designer!!

make some sort of computer game sometime, >:0

voice act for something

have a PET FROG!!

be able to play the role of willy wonka (and that just happened actually!! hbajVG)

5 things that make me happy:

primary colors!!

frogs, bees, crows/birds

alchemy/chemistry/botany/science/science fiction,, thats all over the place but people getting excited abt science gets me excited!! also i really like saying the word physics!!

socks. i hve a very neat and very cool sock collection.

MY FRIENDS!!! I LOVE MY FRIENDS SO MUCH

5 things on my to do list:

ahh theres so much

someone found out that im an artist and so i was asked to design and paint a guitar for my local coffeeshops wall display!!

a lot a lot a lot of button/pin designs to finish

BIOLOGY HW LMAO

finish my game for the students game design expo

find a frog and tell him that i love him

5 things you may not know about me:

uhhh

i really like raisin bran

i can play the ukelele and the guitar

im just trying my own little best

i listened exclusively to the world of goo app soundtrack for a while (ITS BOPPING YOU CANT BLAME ME!!)

if i was a cartoon character my iconic outfit would be my orange turtleneck an jeans and my grey converse

THANKS FOR TAGGING ME SORRY IM STUPID AND ALSO THAT THIS IS SO LONG!!

i tag,,,,,, @maidsonas @siderealcereal @medicsonas @deadsonas @gummii-chemist @friskibitz @nomercyrun @vaporub @waall-e @leaf-green-spring

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KK IM READY NOW🤗 so. it's like the game in the mystery aspect- there's a 'before' and an 'after' the 'event' is what they need to find out. BEFORE- after coming home from a war, shiro decided to open an animation studio (this is the simple version he probably had reason idek) and he took some other friends that he new to work with him. pidge and matt as projectionists, hunk as an engineer/mechanic, lance who helps write cheesy songs, allura voice actress, ect. it was fun. until they got popular

(2) while designing the main character or mascot for the studio beforehand, shiro saw Keith's cat in the window sill and had an idea. Keith had died in the war while fighting with a special team and shiro decided to honour his memory by making the mascot an anthro cat (totally not a furry lmao) that resembles and acts like keith and the shows would always be dedicated to him. shiro didnt realise how popular he would be, making him constantly wonder if this was the best way to preserve his memory

(3) with all the stress on such a small team, problems quickly began to rise. deadlines weren't being met, and overall it as such a mess. the crew rarely saw shiro anymore and when they did, he didn't look okay and he didn't act like himself. he wasn't sleeping much, just planning for something big. the big thing presented itself as a giant ink machine.

oh yeah in this au remember shiro has mad ptsd and a cool old-times prosthetic arm (that some how works in this time lmao

(4) pidge finds notes written in messy ink: 'why stop at his memory? we can bring him back too' and 'this will save the company! why hesitate?' it looks like shiro's hand writing, but she doesn't think it's him. strange things are happening, and she's not sure if she want to stay and find out. but she can't leave. the stairway is flooded with ink again. she is really not a fan of the machine and ends up talking about this issue with lance-the pump to drain the stairway is in his office.

(5) disaster strikes- shiro ends up in the hospital, everyone else: missing. (6) AFTER: shiro wakes up in his apartment well rested for the first time in ages. he figures it's time to go to work and gets ready but something is different. he can't figure it out. the studio is a mess, and he doesn't remember anything about an ink machine. i imagine this part is just like chapter one-collect the objects, turn on the machine. instead of bendy, shiro finds something else.

(7) there's this deformed mess of seemingly solidified ink that seems to be breathing lying down next to the machine. he watches as it slowly attempts to get up but fails until it eventually turns around. the ink reaches out and calls to shiro with a familiar voice. shiro thinks it's unreal but the voice belongs to keith, and the longer shiro stares the more he notices half of the mess of ink that is keith is actually the character based off him. the other half of his body is his regular self

(8) however, the character side seems to be a more deformed version, as he is constantly dropping ink from that side, but also becasue the claws seem sharper (always out not retractable like the character) and it overall just looks terrifying. he's so out of balance that walking or getting up is hard so he reaches for shiro. his ink touches shiro's prosthetic, which covers the entire thing and essentially covers the arm in ink, but he can still use it like normal even better to help keith up now

(9) shiro is now more careful not to let any part of keith touch him except for his arm. keith understands and talks about how he never wants to go back to living in the dark puddles again and would never wish anyone that fate. he talks about the first time he "came to be" and how 'shiro' was there talking to him through the ink before he drowned in it. shiro doesn't remember this, and asks keith if he remembers the war or if he's actaully talking to the character. keith says he remembers dying

(10) he also remembers various 'events' that shiro recognises as shorts he animated with the character. keith then asks if he was real, or if he was just some figment of imagination somehow brought to life. shiro's silence doesn't help because he doesn't think he's stable enough to answer. after a short while keith's body begins to stabilise more so they explore the studio to go find the missing others

(11) that's all plot wise but here's some random points: keith's body will start to melt more depending on his emotional state (like "hey keith are u okay" "ye" "no ur melting what's wrong") keith can somehow communicate with other ink monsters. kuro is involved in the 'event' (nyehe i'll tell u more once i have your thoughts on it). shiro doesn't actaully remember how the studio got so big. it was small the last time 'he' saw it. demonic circles r everywhere too. shiro's ink arm is pretty solid

(12) everyone has something part of them now made of ink just obviously not as much as keith. i imagine the with the format of the game shiro finds a different person each chapter. chapter 1 he find keith, chapter 2 lance, chapter 3 pidge/matt, ect. not sure if i want other cartoon characters (kinda like half of keith) alive yet. (they would make things problematic. which might be good idek let's see)

SWEET HERE WE GO

i don’t know exactly what the mechanics behind the ink creatures in the actual game are (is it implied that alice angel is actually her voice actor? actually maybe, now that i think about it, because she has two voices, right?) so are you thinking that each missing person corresponds with an animated character? except probably the projectionists, right? because they’re not characters, they’re literally just projector heads--the equipment instead of the product

oooh i could see pidge and matt as kind of a tag team, matt with the head of a microphone and pidge with the projector head, and matt sits in wait until shiro/keith make too much noise and then pidge gets summoned and her beam of light traps them

kuro is like the ink demon, right? so as shiro is going around people THINK he’s the evil one until he can convince them he’s not, and the whole time there’s the threat of the real monster crawling out of the shadows :O

also i’m love the idea of necromancy using black ink?? that’s my favorite fucking thing i’ve ever heard, also with shiro’s prosthetic and the ink machine it’s almost like steampunk except... inkpunk? HOLY SHIT

also... imagine how much creepier it would be if Keith’s character on the show was silent? like, they wouldn’t just find a voice actor to voice him because it would just be kinda uncanny valley for shiro, they probably spent months looking for the right voice actor and no one could quite capture him so in respect for the actual man who died they kept the character silent...

so when shiro first sees him in the factory, he think’s he’s going to be silent (like boris :O) and then he talks, and it’s in keith’s voice. the RIGHT voice.

that might be the reason shiro or kuro started to get a little, uh, weird in the ‘before’. he wanted to make this character into KEITH and he couldn’t find the right voice actor, or the right storyboards, or the right scripts... and it just kept driving him more and more into desperation, partly because he thought business would go smoother if he just found the right artist/voice actor, and partly because he just wanted keith back... grief, man

imagine factory workers who paint smiles crooked on merchandise, it would be like they were insulting keith himself... at least to shiro. that anger... that could drive anyone to the darkness. inky, inky darkness :O

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