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Chapter 4 - The Chipped Statue

Content warnings: Death, gore, alcohol mention

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The air felt static, like it was going to burst.

The partygoers, like a flock of nervous sheep, began shooting wary glances at the darkening sky. There were no stars tonight.

People began to leave, mostly underclassmen who couldn't afford missing class tomorrow. Others soon followed, and in a frantic attempt to get people to stay, the host stole the karaoke microphone again.

"Hey, hey, guys! Don't leave yet— there's still some surprises left in store." Everyone stopped shuffling out. Heads turned to Ronnie on his makeshift stage, a picnic table that, in poor taste, held the framed portrait of the dead girl. The karaoke machine was still playing Carly Rae Jepson's Call Me Maybe.

"Yeah, that's better! Stay a little longer- I promise nothing can spoil our plans. The weather isn't going to get worse until the morning!"

Raven vaguely remembered the weather report stating storms by this evening, which means they were long overdue. It seemed no one else liked to watch the five AM news, though, because others seemed to eagerly believe Ronnie.

Raven shifted his gaze to the tree line, where strong wind beat the bare branches. He hmped. The sky felt absolutely heavy with rain, but he wasn't about to burst the fun.

A presence at his shoulder– lavender perfume told him it was Dahlia. She was back and pulling him onto the dance floor. The song was loud and had a heavy bass, something one could only jump to. She didn't seem to mind, bobbing up and down and screaming the lyrics like everyone else. Raven smiled, Dahlia was too precious. He'd have to tell her how cute she was later when he kissed her goodnight.

Bodies began crowding them as more popular songs came on. Between body odor, humidity, and alcohol fumes, the air felt impossibly tight. Thankfully whatever drink Dahlia had given him earlier was working wonders to untangle the knot in his stomach so he was more than happy to bounce and sing and spin around.

His head felt so light, he can't remember the last time life felt so good.

Once one song ended, and before another could begin, a group of people meandered off and came back with a box dutifully marked in a series of bright colors and explosion warnings.

Someone had brought fireworks.

By the birds.

Raven scrambled out of the circle— it seemed they were going to light them in the middle of the dance floor— and almost had a heart attack when he realized Dahlia wasn't right next to him. Shit.

Then he remembered she'd just gone to the bathroom, and he willed his heart to slow down.

They passed around sparklers and soon the scene lit up with thousands of crackling lights. No one seemed to care that flying sparks and dry November woods were a bad combination. But that wasn't even the worst of it. Dammit- Raven needed to find Dahlia and get the hell out.

He creeped around towards the front of the house, having seen Dahlia go this way, but there was nothing save for a few drunk students leaning over steps or trash cans.

A firework launched into the sky with a whine. It popped, ringing like a thousand shots, and Raven had to cover his ears. He refused to let this stop him from his mission, so he marched on.

The front door was open and he stepped through. He could only guess where a bathroom would be in this grand of a cabin, but maybe if he waited by the hall she'd have to pass him. And then he could grab her and go home and there would be no more fireworks or drunk people or parties.

"Dahlia?" He caught sight of a poofy dress turning a corner. Raven made to follow after her but was stopped when a drunk highschool boy came running through the deck doors, a lit firework in his hands.

Raven's eyes widened. Was he really about to set off a firework inside?

The boy turned to Raven, wide-eyed and giddy, and pointed the rocket right at his chest. All Raven could do was duck and cover his ears.

Behind him, glass exploded in a shower of tiny shards. The air filled with clouds of powdered sheetrock. Something began to burn.

Raven cursed. He turned away from the boy who could only stare, white as a ghost, at the consequences of his actions.

Raven did not care. He had bigger things to deal with, and Dahlia must already be so far away. He ran out the back door she'd disappeared through and was met with a twisty path right into the woods.

Of course, he barreled straight through. Behind him, firework after firework exploded over his head. And what began as screams of awe and wonder soon turned bloodcurdling.

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Smoke filled the air behind him, the dangers of dry November woods were real. Maybe the storm would be enough to put it out but that was a big maybe.

As he got further and further from the party, the screams grew distant, and all he could hear were the rumbling from the clouds and the ruffles of feathers from above. The click clack of beaks told him they were waiting.

No, please, he begged, pushing himself to go faster. Lightning struck something in the distance. Abruptly, the path ended with a cliff— the back of a retaining wall— and Raven jumped.

He landed dozens of feet below, a fall that was just fine for his joints but would have been detrimental had a human attempted to jump-

Raven turned around, because, in his gut, he knew what awaited him.

If a human were to run into the woods, drunk and laughing at the colorful lights bursting above them, then not notice when the path ended and the cliff began, then surely they'd trip and tumble off, body rolling just a couple feet away into the dry leaves and timber.

Raven gulped. He recognized the poofy dress that stuck out of those leaves.

It began to rain.

ˇˇ

A long time ago, a sculptor was carving life into a cold block of rock. The attention to detail was immaculate— muscles pulled taunt over smooth white limbs, flesh prodded and poked by invisible hands, a ribcage open and bursting with all the plump organs inside— it was a projection of life itself.

However, there was a moment when the sculptor, distracted, accidentally struck the mallet too hard. A simple ding, and the perfect immaculate structure was no more. A sizable chunk had been chipped away from the heart deep in the chest cavity. The sculptor cursed and threw down his tools, for it could never be fixed.

That's how Raven felt as he knelt down to gently turn the body over. Dahlia's eyes were open, still staring in wonder at the sky.

Another firework went off, mixing with the storm.

Training kicked in automatically, and Raven frantically began searching for a soul, a link, a tether, anything- but the body was empty. Someone had gotten to it first.

For the first time in a while, Raven felt like he was going to cry.

And then, like a gentle hand coaxing the feelings away, everything turned off.

Boom. Szzzszszsz.

He could not feel the still warm body under his hands or the cold rain pooling on his shirt or the grief choking his words or the guilt threatening to drop on top of him like an anvil.

There was nothing like remorse going through his head, yet he methodically prepared the body anyways, smoothing down her dress, crossing her hands over her chest, and lodging a coin under her tongue for the ferryman. It was a limited edition one too, he'd like that.

Raven knew a thousand prayers, but couldn't say anything at the moment. He glanced up at the canopy overhead, where a thousand beady eyes stared at him. They ruffled their feathers. Another firework went off with a boom. The forest began to shake with thunder.

He glanced at the body, then back at the birds, then again at the body, and finally, turned around to the distance, where the trees were lit up brighter than they should have been at night even with the rain.

The flames would find them soon enough, but that didn't mean they'd have to waste what was here.

He knelt down again.

"I'm sorry Dahlia," he said, but he really wasn't. Was he? He cradled her face, her perfect face, flicking off the rain, then went for an eye. Digging a fingernail in, the eyeball leapt out of its socket with a satisfying and slick pop.

He studied the organ, weighing how grimy or dirty it would be after tumbling around in the dirt, but he was willing to risk the chance of disease if it meant the beast in his head would stop howling.

He popped it into his mouth and it burst like an oversized grape. He did the same with the other eye.

It was quite chewy.

The birds above him cackled.

"Raven king! Raven king!"

Raven got up, brushing dirt off his pants and wiping his hands free of eye goo.

"Well," He looked up at his unkindness with a smile. "Tonight, a feast. Eat!"

The birds understood and flocked down, surrounding the body. It looked like a mass of writhing, shiny wings.

Raven stepped away from the mutated thing and his smile dropped. Sense was slowly coming back, and he could smell the wildfire smoke as close as ever, as well as hear the screams for help from the cabin up at the top. Perhaps they had run out of fireworks.

He didn't care. He never did, because that sculptor had smashed his heart too many times, to the point where there was barely a chunk left. There was no point in trying to fix his mistakes. All he could do was move forward.

ˇˇˇ

"And on today's breaking news: a forest fire started in Weston County nearly ran out of control had firefighters not responded fast enough. Although the cause is believed to be from an electrical fire in a cabin, we are still investigating whether or not it may have been set on purpose after the burned body of a missing teenage girl was found on the property. She had last been seen partying with her boyfriend, whom, eyewitness reports claim, later fled the scene shortly after her disappearance. A trail camera captured grainy footage of what appears to be a tall teenage boy dressed in black running through the woods. If anyone has any information please contact the Weston County Police Offic-"

Click. The screen turned black as someone set the remote down. They stirred in their chair.

"Well, well, well, Raven King. Looks like we finally caught you."

End of Part One: The Raven King

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[thisismeracing]

Can I please request a charles dating a Greek girl *like the Korean girl you did*???👉🏻👈🏻🥹🥹🥹🥺🥺

Hi, love!!! of course <3 here you go! sorry for taking forever, I was off for a bit and just got back hihih

Here's the Charles version - I'm so sorry I read Mick idk why, but do not fear for Millie will make justice (even if she was the wrong one in the first place lol).

MICK DATING A GREEK GIRL | MS47

Warnings: mentions of food; tooth-rotting fluff; mentions of family members; not proofread.

A/n: Just a quick reminder that there are many shades, experiences, and backgrounds when it comes to greeks and their culture, what I am writing does not resume everything, but rather brings a piece of it to the table. <3

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Mick already knows Greece, but when you two start dating he's in for a whole new adventure aka getting familiar with culture, sayings, and the idiom;

He becomes obsessed with Greek cuisine. To him, everything is better when it's Greek - greek rice, greek break, greek spaghetti, and the latter let it slip during an interview, and you bet Ferrari fans we're mad for a week or so;

He would encourage you guys to visit the less tourist-centered cities and islands, instead suggesting places where you grew up or had stories to tell;

Mick would make sure to always have his camera on him and register random photos of you - he has a 'Greek girl <3' folder that consists mostly of pictures of you;

Randomly learned to introduce himself in Greek, but got his age wrong and it didn't matter how many times you tried to correct him, he would always forget and say it wrong again, so you just accepted that he was one hundred five instead of twenty-five when in Greece;

Though Mick loved the homey cities, he also loved the famous islands and whenever you traveled there at least one weekend would be spent in one of those. Athenas, Santorini, Corfu, Mykonos, Crete, Zakynthos, Ithaca, you name it, he will pack his bags at the speed of light and be ready to tag along;

He would watch movies that were ambient in Greece and ask you if things were accurate. He looved Mamma Mia and Greek Wedding;

Totally hints that he wants to have a greek wedding after you attend one together; The plates breaking? The common cup? the wedding face? He watched it all in awe;

Now when it comes to meeting the family Mick is nervous. He wants to make everything right so he will try to at least introduce himself in Greek -and he'll most likely get nervous again and say he's one hundred-five years lol it becomes a family thing, and he feels at home around your folks;

Same to you and his family that will definitely put Greece on their next vacay destination just to spend some quality family time with everyone.

Overall Mick is just super curious and open to learning about you and your culture, and will go around talking about how cool things are in Greece because he's this type of person. He's obsessed with your country, but he's even more obsessed with you.

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[soft-and-bitter]

Not for the first time, you realize just how badly you need to escape from Steve. You have to, before he decides to turn a passing comment into reality and you’ll be trapped with him forever.

The Cure & The Cause

Mafia!Steve x Captive!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Notes/warning(s): some sexual content, coercion, Steve is sweet but a little psycho, no plot just vibes. Reader’s been kidnapped by Steve and is being held captive for a bit before story begins. Part of the same universe that Failed Bargaining belongs to.

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When the car rolls up to the curb and a member of Steve’s unit opens the door, Sharon exits first before it’s your turn. You’ve barely stepped out of the black Range Rover before several bodyguards usher you towards the entrance of the multi-storied boutique, but the small stretch of sidewalk you cross is simply not enough for you to attempt an escape. Figures.

You’ve only ever gone shopping for a wedding dress once, when you had accompanied your best friend in search of hers. But with the costs of her traditional wedding adding up quickly, Lisa had been forced to make some concessions where her dress was concerned. Her final choice was still lovely, in the end, though admittedly it wasn’t perfect in every capacity that she’d envisioned.

As soon as you step foot into the bridal boutique, you realize right away that whatever financial concerns Lisa had during her own wedding planning, Sharon will not have. Money is, quite frankly, the least of her worries. For starters, Sharon is one of Steve’s highest-ranking, and she’s getting married to Sam, so it’s no surprise that all the stops have been pulled out. This upscale boutique is apparently one of many salons she has in mind to visit, but already it’s proving to be the most impressive.��

“We have the whole place to ourselves,” Sharon mentions with uncharacteristic giddiness, just as you and the rest of the group settle into plush white sofas. You thought that that in itself spoke to Steve’s influence and wealth, but when the senior manager in her stylish black dress and six-inch heels pops open a bottle of Dom Perignon circa 1996, you’re left wondering how much of Steve’s largesse these people are truly hoping for. 

Together with the champagne, the store’s personnel offer you and the others an assortment of French pastries while Sharon gets into her first dress. A collection of them has already been set aside for her based on previous consultations, but today is when she gets to try them on. You’re already reaching for your second flute when you think that for just a second, you want to imagine that this is all a normal picture, that these women you’re here with—Sharon, Nat, Wanda and Sarah—are in fact your girlfriends, rather than accomplices to your captivity. That without him present, you might just be able to subscribe to the illusion. Combined with the right amount of ridiculously expensive champagne, it’s more than possible. 

This scares you more than you want to admit. Mostly because you’re stuck realizing how lonely you’ve been up to this point, even before Steve decided to take you, but also how your perception of your captivity is beginning to morph into something less depraved, a jagged picture where the edges are becoming dulled. 

You swallow down another bit of champagne in response, and then a little bit more; the next thing you know, time is flying by and your reaction at every dress Sharon steps out in gets more expressive, louder. Somewhere along the way you even end up in Nat’s lap, arms flung over her shoulder, the both of you choking on laughter at a snide comment Sharon’s made about the gown that Wanda—yes, her—has chosen to try on. It’s the very portrait of idealized friendship, of closeness and devotion and support. Of course you want to believe all this, even if only for a minute.

“It looks like you ladies have gone through most of the champagne I sent,” says a low, timbrous voice that slices through the racket of laughter and loud talk.

You, together with everyone else, process Steve’s sudden presence in the salon at the same moment, only your reaction is nowhere near as positive. Amongst the wild cheers and drunken shrieks that the other women let out, you merely stare at him with your mouth agape, blinking at the sight of him in the doorway, Bucky lingering not so far behind. Rather than disappointment, your brain can only process how fucking handsome this man is, how the top of his head nearly grazes the lintel as he enters, every step full of confidence. You’re completely out of his league, your brain foggily reminds you, though you know that—just like you know what’s beneath the gray suit he’s wearing, the one tailored to perfection. 

More treacherous thoughts, you realize, just like most of them today.  

“It feels like I’ve stepped into a party,” Steve says, rounding a sofa to enter the fray. His blue eyes cut to you, take in your place on Nat’s lap and the way you’re holding on to her, but he says nothing. 

“That’s because it is a party,” Sharon insists, a little too loudly, the tendrils of her hair dancing along the sides of her face. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

“We were driving through the district and I thought I’d drop in,” he says, still hovering over them. Bucky’s leaning against the doorway with his arms folded across his body and a look of mild amusement on his face, but he doesn’t attempt to intrude any further.

With his hands poised on his hips, Steve looks over at Wanda standing before the wall-to-wall mirrors. “Last time I checked, you’re not getting married. What’s happening here?” 

“Nobody says you have to be a bride to try on a pretty dress,” Nat explains beneath you, one arm still loosely wrapped around your waist. “Sharon needed a breather, actually, so we’ve decided to take turns modeling now. Right, babe?” 

She knocks a shoulder against one of yours.

When Steve swivels his head to look down at the both of you, there’s a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. “In that case, it’s your turn,” he commands, eyes fixed squarely on you. “Now that I think about it, I'm curious to know how you’d look in a wedding dress. And you want to please me, don’t you?”

You blink at him, letting his words wash over you. You remain sitting on Nat’s lap, even though you’re still not sure how you ended up there in the first place, and you can’t quite believe that Steve’s here too, but reality is starting to sink back in, your little fantasy cracking at the edges. These women around you aren’t your friends, and this isn’t some typical shopping excursion at a designer bridal house.  

When you respond, you’re only vaguely aware how much the champagne you’ve been knocking back has emboldened you. His champagne, no less.

“Forget it,” you say, shaking your head. “I don’t want to.”

You think you may be imagining it, but the room suddenly feels quieter. Steve, though, is still looking down at you, his face still set in a calm expression.

“Find a dress, sweetheart, or I’ll choose one and get you into it myself.” He sinks into the plush sofa adjacent to yours, the sole occupant. “Knowing your tastes, you won’t like what I have in mind for you.”

You know that Steve’s not messing around, because he’s made good on a similar threat before. Worst of all, none of the women around you dissent on your behalf, not even Nat, sitting so close to you. You should feel betrayed by their silence, but it’s partly your fault you helped craft the illusion you so badly wanted to believe in. 

“Come on beautiful, let’s go find you something,” Nat says gently, nudging you to stand. Maybe it’s the hurt you’re feeling, but this time around you don’t object as you follow a sales consultant, Nat trailing close behind. You pass by Bucky as you leave the private room; he throws you a look akin to mild sympathy before he joins the rest.

“My god, look at you,” he breathes, slowly rising from the plush white sofa. “My sweet, sweet girl, all dressed up to get married.”

You’d chosen a dress that made you think of a suit of armor. But by the way Steve studies you, his gaze sharp enough to pierce through any material, you just feel vulnerable. Exposed. Ironic, because your first and final choice felt the most conservative compared to all the dresses that Sharon and the others had come out in. Nat had coaxed you into wearing a veil, too, completing the whole look. 

The champagne keeps your fiery spirit afloat, your tongue looser than normal. “I'm never getting married,” you say.

Steve lifts an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Never?"

"Never," you parrot.

“Well that's too bad, 'cause that won't be a decision you get to make. Now come here.”

You think about ignoring him for a second, just turn right back where you’d shuffled from as your own quiet brand of fuck you. But there’s a look of expectancy on his face, and at his full height, Steve isn’t one to spar with. 

His hands are already on your waist when you turn to the expanse of mirrors. You weren’t wrong when you deemed this dress less eye-catching than the others, but that doesn’t mean it’s any less lovely. 

“What do you think?” he asks. You can feel his fingers playing with the veil that waterfalls behind you, the way his knuckles ghost along your back.

“It's . . . fine, I guess,” you say, staring at yourself in the mirror.

“Oh, I think it’s more than fine,” he insists. “Stunning, in fact. Should I buy it?”

He doesn’t mean it, you convince yourself, but it’s not enough to clamp down on the panic rising within you. Didn’t he just hear what you’d said a second earlier?

Until now, Steve has never mentioned marriage or anything of the like. But since when did you know how his mind worked? You wouldn’t be here if you did. 

“Well?”

You shake your head. “Don’t. I can’t wear white to another bride’s wedding,”

Steve chuckles as he gently draws back the veil and your hair away, sweeping both over your left shoulder. “In that case, you can wear it at home, just for me. And you’ll make sure not to wear anything underneath, won’t you?”

Goosebumps dance along your skin. His hands on your waist have you trapped in place, body pressed against his. To your alarm, you feel him hardening against your back, a threat and a promise.

" I liked it more when it was on the rack," you say hastily, trying to ignore his growing desire, "now that I'm in it, I'm having second thoughts."

In the mirror, you can see Steve shaking his head. "No, you're absolutely radiant in this. It's perfect . . . and it's just so you."

He acts without warning. You inhale sharply as his tongue trails up your neck, slow and hot. Steve was licking you��licking you—in front of everyone, without an ounce of shame. It reminds you all too well of the other night, when he had spread you out across his desk and eaten you out while he'd taken a call on speaker. He'd taken his damned time too, keeping you on the very precipice while the caller spewed all this babel your mind couldn't comprehend, all thanks to the desperate state you were in. And when he finally let you come, it had been with his hand shoved against your mouth.

Not for the first time, you realize just how badly you need to escape from Steve. You have to, before he decides to turn a passing comment into reality and you’ll be trapped with him forever.

Yeah I have no idea what this is lol; it was such a basic and simple premise that really didn’t need to be 2k plus words long, but here we are I guess. Graphics by me.

[lestappenforever]

The final chapter of "Devils roll the dice (Angels roll their eyes)" is up!

Please excuse me while I go cry in a corner about this fic officially being finished, three weeks and 50 000+ words later.

You can read the final chapter, chapter 7, here.

It has been an incredible ride, and I don't even know where to start.

I'm fluent in two languages, I master two more, and I can understand quite a bit of another and yet, I have no words in either language to describe the gratitude I feel to each and every one of you.

I have had so much fun writing every word of this fic, and I'm honestly heartbroken that I've actually finished it. The motivation and inspiration I've felt every second I've spent working on this is unlike anything I've experienced before. And a big reason for that is you guys.

To every person who has read the fic. To every person who has left kudos. To every person who has commented, to every person who has bookmarked. To every person who has subscribed. To every person who has liked and reblogged snippets and other posts related to the fic on Tumblr. To every person who has left me replies and asks. To every single one of you who has shown this fic and me any sort of love in the past three weeks: Thank you. Thank you so, so much.

And a very special thanks to the lovely Ilse, @f1writingbyme, for proofreading the Dutch parts of this chapter and making sure it was worded properly.

You truly have no idea how much each and every one of you means to me, and how much your support and love has meant. I'm going to remember the way you've all helped make me feel during this ride for the rest of my life, and I will cherish it forever.

I love you all so much. ♥

[rinusuarez]

Working on this one took me forever. I’m very happy with the result though because I wanted a pose that portrays the animal with majesty and power.

Bengal Tiger

If you ever saw a tiger, 90% of the chances are that you saw a Bengal Tiger. It is the most famous and probably the one that has inspired us the most. The versatility that the tiger has to propel the imagination of humans is unmeasurable. From a cruel villain to a magnificent god, its charisma and beauty have made us dream for centuries, and are now just part of the whole human culture, regardless of nationality.

It is also the popular white tiger which is nothing but a lack of melanin, the pigment in charge of giving us color. Less popular but equally magnificent and extremely rare is the golden tiger which can be seen just in captivity. A problem! if you ask me because this means that has been humanly altered genetically to get the color. There is also the black tiger, which is not completely black. Its black stripes are thicker making the orange color less visible. However, there are some reports stating that completely black tigers have been spotted in the wild. No photographs have been taken though. 

India primordially is its homeland but now it can also be seen more often than in the wild in the backyards of United States homes. __________________________________________________ Credits: Felids and Hyenas of the World: Wildcats, Panthers, Lynx, Pumas, Ocelots, Caracals, and Relatives.  Dr. José R. Castelló Bengal Tiger __________________________________________________ Instagram Store Thank you guys for your support! If you like the contact please like and subscribe. Reblog is also very much appreciated. Any comments showing love or even hate are appreciated. Please help me spread the word! Cheers!!

[shigarakisdumbwhore]

BNHA Boys Doing Your Make-up - Part Two

check out part one here

Tenya Iida

he's DETERMINED to make this look good ASF for you

no understanding of how to use anything so he looks up tutorials

takes him forever to find a video because he wants to make sure the look is what you like

"what about this one?"

"i don't mind, you pick"

"NO! IT MUST BE WHAT YOU WANT."

eventually you pick because it'll never end if you don't

"like this?" after pausing the video and doing it

every time he does something

doing this right is so important to him

picks everything up with a confused face

does a very dramatic "OOOOOH" after watching the video

tries so hard to get the technique down

end result: beautiful and suggestive red look

Hawks

"don't worry about it, i got it"

very confident in what he's doing

maybe even a little cocky

he knows A LOT about make up to your surprise

but you're also not surprised because what isn't this man good at

he's so intelligent and picks up on these things so quick

"you watch a lot of makeup videos, Hawks?"

"what... no... of course not."

end result: 100% golden sparkly glam look

Shota Aizawa

pulls your hair back first to get a good canvas of your face

(he's really good at doing your hair and putting into a ponytail you're almost jealous over)

constantly pulls back to eye up his work

he's a perfectionist with everything so he wants to make this look good enough

he didn't realize it'd be as hard as it is

you can't help but giggled when you noticed how focused he's getting

he starts getting shy thinking he's doing a bad job

"what? did i do something wrong?"

"no, you're just really into this, it's cute."

he responds with an annoyed frown but he low-key loves it of course

"and you have the energy to do this every morning?"

end result: natural emo? ig

Dabi

"what the fuck does this do?"

@ everything he picks up

he just dips whatever colors he feels like putting on you

he doesn't seem to know what he's doing with anything

despite asking wtf everything is he assures you he knows exactly what he's doing

"so you don't trust me? then shut up"

don't you dare question is makeup skills

certified professional ™

obviously

curses under his breath whenever he makes a mistake

but also won't admit out loud he messed up

teasing from Shigaraki, Twice, and Spinner

Toga trying to give him tips

him getting mad

"aren't you supposed to-"

"SHH" certified artist at work

"i could've done a better job," she says crossing her arms

end result: very dark

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[lucemferto]

I talk about the current troubles of the Dream SMP.

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Script under the cut

I really hope Technoblade succeeds in breaking Dream out of prison.

Now why would I say that? Well, it’s because there’s this feeling in the fandom right now that Dream SMP Season 3 is … going slow. That there’s not much happening. Some have blamed it on the pace of how lore streams are doled out, saying we get too little lore stretched out over too much time. Others postulate that it’s the quality of the lore – that the individual plot points are badly told or that the high production value of certain streams prevent the story from gaining momentum.

Now, because I’m me, I think I identified the problem as something that’s structurally wrong with Season 3 as opposed to Seasons 1 and 2. In order to explain that we must look at one of my favourite narratological theories: the Three-Act-Structure.

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Let’s get back to the video:

 Chapter 1: The Three-Act-Structure Explained

The Three-Act-Structure as a model to explain narratives finds its roots far in the past with its earliest recorded instance being in the fourth century by the Roman grammarian Aelius Donatus though similar ideas were also expressed by everyone’s favourite Greek philosopher Aristotle.

Since then, the model has been continuously evolved and used throughout recorded history. There are also alternative models such as the Five-Act-Structure, the Six-Act-Structure, the Eight-Act-Structure, the … Nine-Act-Structure, Jesus Christ. But the Three-Act-Structure has reigned the undisputed champion in modern-day creation and analysis of narratives.

The particulars of the Three-Act-Structure as we know it today were codified in Syd Field’s 1979 work “Screenplay: The Foundations of Screenwriting”, which has since become the Go-To-Work when it comes being a screenwriter in Hollywood. You want to write a script? You need the read the “Screenplay”.

The modern Three-Act-Structure is comprised of the following points/sequences:

-       The Backstory/Exposition: Exactly what it says on the tin. Sets up the Ordinary World that the characters inhabit, let’s us know about what character’s general deal is. It serves as an introduction to the story and world of your narrative.

-       The Point of Attack: This one is not often talked about and doesn’t feature in every story, but it’s still worth mentioning. This is where the major tension/conflict/dramatic question (structurally, these terms fulfil roughly the same function) is set into motion. It usually doesn’t include the protagonists of the story, but rather the antagonists.

-       The Inciting Incident: This is where the protagonists are sent on their way. We are introduced to their personal conflict and given a reason as to why they would have to leave the Ordinary World behind.

-       The Turning Point: This marks the end of Act I, where the personal conflicts of the protagonists and the major conflict of the overarching story intersect and coalesce. It is the natural fallout of the inciting incident, the big dramatic status quo change that we need in order to get the story going.

This naturally leads into Act II, where all the minor character conflicts are resolved and integrated into the larger conflict. This is what is referred to as the Rising Action: through the resolution and incorporation of the minor conflicts into the major conflicts, the story gains momentum. The action rises.

This act has two big culminations:

-       The Mid Point: The first culmination or Mid-Point sees some sort of shift in the major conflict. Maybe all the minor conflicts set-up in Act I are resolved and thus the major conflict becomes the full focus or the major conflict gains an additional factor. Instead of defeating the evil bad guy, the Heroes now have to defeat the Bad Guy and save the Damsel

-       The Lowest Point: The Lowest Point marks the end of Act II. Here the villains are just short of victory or maybe even achieve victory. In a romantic movie, this is the cliché end of Act II fallout which naturally leads into chasing the Hero chasing the love interest into an airport.

With the Lowest Point, the Heroes begin the third act almost or fully defeated. The stakes are high and everything seems hopeless. But then comes:

-       The Twist/Resolution: Usually, the twist coincides with either the protagonist or some sort of character having a eureka-moment or resolving their personal conflict – their Want vs. Need.

-       The Climax: With their problems resolved, the protagonists can venture forth to stop the villains or antagonistic force or save their love life.

-       The Dénouement: After the villain’s defeat/the resolution of the final conflict, the protagonist returns to the ordinary world, but changed by their experiences. The Dénouement is the one part of Act III, that can really drag it out – think the many, many endings of Return of the King for instance.

Up until now, I usually focused on that end of Act II/Act III-part when discussing the storytelling of the Dream SMP such as the Final Disc War, November 16th or Doomsday. Because Doomsday wasn’t just the Lowest Point in terms of storytelling quality.

But for Season 3, I instead want to focus on this section, The Inciting Incident and The Turning Point. Because this is where the current storytelling falters. The narrative has failed to pick up momentum, something that is achieved through a successful Inciting Incident and Turning Point.

So, I want to make the theory palpable and apply the Three-Act-Structure – with focus on Act I and early Act II – to all three Seasons of the Dream SMP to see where Seasons 1 & 2 succeeded and Season 3 failed.

 Chapter 2: The Three-Act-Structure Applied

Despite being much less written out and planned and more focused on the roleplay-aspect, both Season 1 and Season 2 somehow stumbled into recreating the Three-Act-Structure pretty well (S2 had its problem, but on the whole, it was still generally discernible).

I’m not here to discuss why narrative conventions and tools of literary analysis are applicable to something as seemingly idiosyncratic as the Dream SMP, I will do that in a future video. For the purposes of this video, we will simply have to take it at face value that these tools are applicable.

Season 1, which was probably the most consistently and competently written out of the three seasons thus far, has a very clear major tension/conflict: Who gets to steer the fate of L’Manburg, whether that be through stewardship or dissolution. It ties deeply into the personal conflict of our protagonist Wilbur as well as the external threat as represented by our villain JSchlatt, the best character in the story.

And not just that, basically every character whether that be Tommy, Tubbo, Niki, Fundy, Dream or Technoblade is invested in seeing this major tension resolved.

All this is achieved through a wonderful inciting incident and turning point. The inciting incident, the personal conflict for our protagonists, is Wilbur calling a presidential election. He wants to solidify power; his personal conflict being gaining full control over L’Manburg – I will talk about it more in my Wilbur-video.

This leads to the Turning Point, which in this case is a very natural cause and effect: Wilbur loses the election his sense of self shattered and JSchlatt, best character, takes over L’Manburg declares himself Emperor and exiles Tommy and Wilbur. The protagonists are forced out of their Ordinary World and the dynamic of the server is changed forever. The Main Tension or Major Conflict has been fully established.

This has server-wide consequences that every character is impacted by. All the many personal conflict are now framed by this all-encompassing major conflict. Thus, everything feels like it’s building up towards the same climax. Whether that be Fundy’s personal conflict as a deep-undercover spy, Niki’s conflict as the resistance in Manburg, Quackity’s struggle for power under Schlatt or the threat of Schlatt trying to expand Manberg into Dream SMP territory.

This even applies to the most disconnected conflict in Act II: The War between Sapnap and Tommy. Because even here, Sapnap’s stated goal is to gather enough power to take over Manberg. Now, that the power dynamic has shifted once it has signalled to other antagonists that the power dynamic can shift once more. The Balance of the Ordinary World is disrupted.

And from the Pogtopia-side, this conflict serves as a great way to not only build up their team, but also as a mini-version of their major conflict. If they cannot defeat Sapnap, what chance do they stand against Big Bad Emperor Schlatt.

Season 2, in spite of all the problems that it has, also managed to pull off the inciting incident and turning point rather well. The Inciting Incident here being Tommy burning down George’s house – his intent being to gain some leverage to win his discs back – which then again lead very gracefully into the Turning Point: Tommy being exiled from L’Manburg.

Tommy’s personal conflict – regaining his discs – was folded into the major conflict: Breaking Dream’s grip over the SMP (and in effect creating a new power dynamic on the server).

Tommy’s exile led to Tubbo being pushed by Quackity to institute the Butcher Army – an antagonistic force intent on making L’Manberg the strongest nation on the server; in effect dethroning Dream. This would of course lead to Hog Hunt and Technoblade’s involvement; ultimately bringing a lot of momentum into the narrative.

Now, Season 2 doesn’t pull this off as graciously as Season 1: You will have noticed that both the Inciting Incident as well as the Turning Point are pretty exclusively focused on Tommy which leads to the major conflict revolving mostly around Tommy and the characters in his orbit – which is not ideal when dealing with an ever-expanding ensemble cast.

While Season 1’s Inciting Incident and Turning Point also had Wilbur as their centre point, they were open enough to allow for other characters such as Quackity, Sapnap and most crucially Schlatt to naturally integrate themselves into the narrative.

What also doesn’t help is that the Rising Action up until the Midpoint is almost exclusively focused on Tommy as I discussed in my Philza-video. There is dramatic and narrative momentum, but it comes at the expense of basically every other character or storyline. The Butcher Army and New L’Manburg are painfully underexplored.

But still, despite its flaws, Season 2 managed to get the ball rolling. So where did Season 3 go wrong?

The main problem that Season 3 has is that it presented us with a large number of potential inciting incidents, but no concrete turning point. We have a lot of personal conflicts, but are as of yet missing the big major tension or conflict that ties it all together; that gives the framework in which the personal conflicts of the characters can intersect and resolve.

I think just to showcase how scattershot Season 3’s storytelling is right now; I’ll have to list all the big plot points of the season as they happened:

1.    Tommy meets with the Egg and shows an immunity to it. The Egg orders the Eggpire to kill Tommy in order to proceed with their plan

2.    The prison gets into lockdown mode, while Tommy is visiting Dream

3.    Tommy gets killed by Dream

4.    Tommy gets resurrected by Dream

5.    Technoblade and Ranboo come into contact with the Egg

6.    Quackity comes into contact with the Egg

7.    The Syndicate meets up and checks out Snowchester

8.    Tubbo loses a nuke

9.    The Red Banquet

10.  Tommy breaks into the prison

11.  Wilbur gets resurrected

Now, quite a number of those could have worked as either inciting incidents or turning point with some narrowing the scope of the narrative more than other. The early points involving Tommy for instance would have pushed him again into the role protagonist akin to how it worked in Season 2, while others like the Syndicate, the Red Banquet or Wilbur’s resurrection would have established the respectively involved groups or characters as the drivers of the major tension.

But none of these avenues are taken. All these conflicts are still insular; their resolutions don’t build to anything.

Tommy’s resurrection – which in my opinion is the first plot point that could have been used as the Turning Point relatively easily – changes the course of the prison and Las Nevadas-storyline, but has little to no impact on the Eggpire, Syndicate or Nuke-storylines.

Similarly, Tubbo losing the nuke could have led to the major tension becoming every faction hunting for the missing nuke in order to fulfil their personal agendas. But again, no dice.

And this just keeps adding up and up. Each new plot point subconsciously leads the viewer to expect that this will be the one to establish a major, unifying tension for the season – and then nothing comes of it. Though the volume of “lore” is still relatively high, the narrative momentum that is needed in order to make the viewer invested in the storyline is diminished with every potential turning point that is ignored in favour of more set-up.

And this structural problem of Season 3 when compared to Seasons 1 and 2 is made the most apparent when looking at …

 Chapter 3: The Eggpire

Oh, my poor boys. Where did it all go wrong?

To give some context: The Eggpire or Crimson-storyline actually started in the middle of Season 2, where they managed the impossible: Establishing a storyline with some narrative momentum and impact outside of the major conflict.

So, how did they do that and do it successfully at that?

The first thing we need to understand is that the Season 2 Eggpire-storyline basically involved no one from the “principal cast”. As such, the story was not chained to the developments that were going on there – such as Exile, Hog Hunt, the Green Festival, etc. – and instead had more freedom to do their own stuff.

The Eggpire-storyline in Season 2 was for the most part self-contained. So much so, that people were viewing it not as a part of the on-going narrative, but rather in the vein of Tales from the SMP: A story that stands alone, the resolution of which would have no impact on the server as a whole.

And, to be fair, they could have gone that route. But the writer(s) behind the Eggpire-storyline decided to be more ambitious.

The Eggpire-storyline in Season 2 follows its own mini-version of the Three-Act-Structure, with BadBoyHalo serving as its protagonist. The big narrative movements coincide and are influenced with dramatic movement in his own personal conflict. He is the Wilbur of this storylines – the once good man (relatively speaking), who falls from Grace.

Now, the thing that makes the Eggpire-storyline in Season 2 quite brilliant is that they ultimately tied the resolution of their tension into the major conflict/tension of the Season 2.

Doomsday saw the Lowest Point of the main storyline of Season 2. With L’Manburg’s destruction and Dream’s future imprisonment, there was a huge power vacuum on the server – a power vacuum that BadBoyHalo, now fully under the control of the Egg, was ready to fill.

The climax of the Eggpire-storyline in Season 2 saw the rise of the Eggpire as they spread the seeds of the Crimson in the L’Manburg-crater, intent on taking over server – thus adding onto the dramatic tension that Doomsday already established, making the Lowest Point feel even more foreboding and successfully linking their erstwhile separate storyline to the main tension of the overall narrative. The villains for Season 3 seemed to be perfectly set-up.

And then Season 3 rolled around and they … bungled it completely.

Though the Eggpire eventually came into contact with almost every active character in Season 3 – such as Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, Technoblade and Quackity – they completely failed at driving the major conflict and establishing themselves as the main antagonistic force of the storyline the same way Schlatt and Dream had done in the Seasons prior.

The biggest missed opportunity in that regard is without a doubt the Red Banquet. Now, I talked in the past about how the Red Banquet failed just on its own – at least a specific aspect of it – but now we’ll have to talk about how the Red Banquet fails in the context of Season 3.

Because this was the moment that all the storylines could have been brought together. The Eggpire could have succeeded in their endeavour and established themselves as the most prominent force on the serve. This event would have impacted the server as a whole and thus the entire storyline.

Immediately we would have had a major conflict to drive all other storylines – such as Tommy’s storyline, Snowchester, the Syndicate, Kinoko Kingdom and Las Nevadas – to stop the Eggpire from fully taking over the server. All the character-specific conflicts could have then happened within the framing of this major tension.

Maybe Tubbo and the rest are hunting for the nuke, because they think it’s the only way to stop the Eggpire. Maybe the Eggpire wants to free Dream, because he could be of use for the Crimson. Tommy could get abducted by the Eggpire because he is some sort of chosen one or whatever and the onus would fall on the other characters to save him and stop the villains – so Tommy would become the damsel effectively.

Maybe they decide that the only way to defeat the Eggpire is to bring back Wilbur and that’s how that storyline gets integrated. Maybe the disparate forces disagree on that or other plot-points and there’s some infighting between them.

But still: All conflicts would be unified by this one major tension. The Red Banquet would have been the Turning Point to lead into Act II of Season 3, where all the problems would be viewed with the knowledge that the Eggpire and the Crimson was looming in the distance.

Alas, we did not get that. Instead, the Red Banquet turned out to be just another plot point in a long line of plot points that promises more in the future. Smaller personal conflicts are resolved just within the limited scope of their individual storyline and a major tension is yet to be seen.

When Bad says that there’s just one more Egg-stream planned, I hope he’s either misleading or not being clear enough on what he means. Because if this was it; if the Eggpire-storyline just kinda dies here – too connected to all other storyline to be seen as standalone and yet too separated to be enjoyed in the context of Season 3 as a whole – then it would be a worse writing choice than Doomsday.

 Epilogue: How the Prison Break can bring it all together

To bring it all back to the sentence I opened this video with: I hope Technoblade succeeds in breaking Dream out of prison, because this could finally be the Turning Point that introduces a major tension to the narrative of Season 3.

I hoped that Wilbur’s resurrection would fill that role, but disappointingly that plot point is again relegated to driving the tension of a few chosen storylines instead of providing a major tension for all players involved.

And with five months into Season 3, this Act 1 has gone on for far too long! For comparison, the entire written storyline of Season 1 encompassed 4 months. Season 2 took place in only 2 months. Season 3 has already exceeded both their runtimes and still seems to have yet to truly start.

Whether Technoblade breaks Dream out or Quackity succeeds in trapping Technoblade in Pandora’s Vault – there needs to be a turning point somewhere in sight.

Because my biggest fear is that we’re already past it. That the Eggpire-storyline will just fizzle out and that some other plot point will retroactively reveal itself as the turning point – because that would mean that Season 3 would have a horrifically unfocused, saggy and just generally unengaging second act. And that would be a shame.

Thank you so much for watching. Once again, please feel free to like, comment and subscribe. The links to my social media are all in the description down below. I have a bunch of stuff planned for the future including a very long video on Wilbur as well as two videos that have nothing to do with Dream SMP.

Until then, please be excite.

[mitchmarnier]

writing prompt masterlist #1

 Of course, there’s 75 million prompt lists out there but i figured there’s nothing wrong with making my own. Send me a category + a number + a pairing and i’ll write you a fic. Okay to reblog and use :) (x)

Fake/Secret/Etc Dating AUs:

my parents keep setting me up on blind dates but in reality I’m dating you and it’s so you help me get out of them

i hate commitment but my dad’s dying wish is to see me get married and you’re an old family friend i ran into at the airport on my way to visit him so hey let’s get engaged

you need a plus-one for your brother’s wedding so i’m going as a favor but there’s been a misunderstanding and now your whole family thinks we’re engaged

i’m mad at my parents so i ask you out because they wouldn’t approve of you and you’re well aware that i’m just using you but you agree because you find it funny but hey you’re actually super sweet

there’s this really creepy person hitting on me and i don’t know you but you pretending to be my partner completely saved my ass thanks how about i buy you a drink

we’re just really touchy friends and we get each other gifts all the time but everyone thinks we’re going out and we let them think that but why are you getting upset about me going on a date we’re not actually together? 

I’m sorry you always thought your love for me was unrequited but on to more important matters YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED IN THE MORNING SO YOU HAVE A DECISION TO MAKE YOU ASSHOLE!

Our mutual friend apparently has been waiting for us to get together and so they’re very angry/disappointed/upset when they find out that the reason we kissed last night was because we were black-out drunk

everyone thinks we hate each other and we keep that front up in public, so we have hilarious pretend fights and squabbles and pranks 

when we were little I accidentally mentioned that I had a crush on you but I always thought you didn’t hear me because you just looked at me weird and never commented but now we’re in high school and omg you just introduced me as your boyfriend/girlfriend/datemate wtf we never discussed this

friends to lovers aus

You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you

You’ve liked me for ages and were really obvious about it and I didn’t like all the attention but now you’re over me I really miss it and fuck I think I like you too?

 You want us both to get in shape and I hate working out/running but your ass looks really good in shorts oh the things I do for my friends and their nice asses

Our best friends are that awful ‘cute’ couple that make-out in public and call each other “sweetie” and “sugar” and “babe” and god they’re awful let’s talk about how awful they are – develops into “shit we’re the awful couple now”

Celebrity/Famous AUs

listen, you may be a famous (and extremely attractive) guitarist, but that gives you no right to practise on the electric at two a.m when we live right next to each other.

We broke up and I used my feelings to write songs and now I’m super popular and you want me back

we decided to make a fake vlog drama for our subscribers and they all think it’s real but jokes on us we end up actually liking each other

I run a prank channel and you were some innocent bystander I pranked for a video but then it turns out hey, you’re also famous online haha shit

we met and started talking but i didn’t know you were a rising star until i noticed cameras following me wtf

you’re a reporter and i think you’re super cute so i’ll only give you personal interviews to help your career and also get you to talk to me more

I’m a celebrity and I have a secret social media account and we started talking online and now we’re close friends but you want to meet up oh shit

I’m a celebrity and I may or may not be following your blog which is dedicated to me. reading your comments and tags are hilarious and very flattering and I’m somewhat smitten  

You’re an actor/other famous person that I really admire and I just saw you in the street and as I was debating whether or not to say hi you came up to me and started flirting what do I do??

wedding/kids/marriage/long term relationship AUs

we’ve been dating forever, and you just caught the bouquet at our friend’s wedding

remember when we were in high school and we swore that if we were still single at 30 we’d marry each other, well hey guess whose birthday it is

i’m a runaway bride/groom and you’re driving my getaway car

I suddenly bumped into you after years and wow you look good but holy crap is that a kid?? since when?

you had a breakdown because the baby wouldn’t stop crying and you kept saying how you weren’t ready and how you couldn’t do it

whenever my kid starts crying I just hand them to you and then they just stop and start smiling

“i’m so sorry that my child pointed out how your shirt- actually nevermind i agree, that shirt is horrendous”

i always tease you because that’s just our thing we tease each other but for some reason you snapped at me and are you okay? what’s wrong?

my in-laws despise me GREAT but around you they’re super nice so you don’t believe me

neighbours AUs

You always complain about how loud I am (whether it be TV, video games or music/musical instrument is up to you) and this is the first time you’ve actually knocked on my apartment door and given me a lecture there rather than giving me a phone call, but I’m not really listening because I didn’t  realise I had such a cute neighbour

you never open your door for children on halloween so i always pay the kids to smear your door with shaving cream

my printer isnt printing anymore and my papers are due tomorrow so im on my knees in front of your door begging to use your printer when the old lady from above passes us and thinks im proposing to you

we always run into each other on the stairs but we’ve never said more than hello but when we found out that we both hate the other neighbours, we became friends

i came home drunk and wouldnt stop knocking on your door. when you open i keep telling you to get out of my apartment

after a rough party night i find you sleeping on the stairs but since im still a little asshole all i do is put a blanket over you and a pillow under your head

Please help me, I know you have a kid and my sibling just dropped their baby on me where’s the button to put them to sleep?

I’m stressed and sleep-deprived, please let me pet your cat. 

I have really weird dreams and you have really weird dreams so now we’re in this contest to see who has the weirdest dreams.

Strangers/Meet Cute (or meet very NOT cute) AUs 

We were sitting next to each other in a public place and I saw a mosquito on you and my instincts just acted before my mind.

We mixed up our clothes at the laundry service and I have nothing left to wear and every thing you wear is too big/small for me.

We’re at a comic book store and if you tell me your superhero is better than mine I’m gonna have to punch you in the teeth.

There are no table left at this restaurant and you let me sit at yours since you’re alone.

I’m a single grown-up with busy friends but I want to go to Disneyland so I drop a message on a forum to find someone like me to go wear silly Mickey ears headband and stuff ourselves with cotton candy.

My computer broke down so I called an IT and now I need to find a reason to call them back so I delete important files and download adwares and do all kinds of stupid things. 

I almost dropped something and in my fumbling attempts to stop it from hitting the floor I accidentally projectiled it at your face and it’s a really nice face I’m so sorry

first day at a new job and oh fuck my boss is the person I drunkenly hooked up with last weekend/night

I wanted to go on the ferris wheel but there has to be two people to a cart come on random person let’s go oh wait are we stuck at the top? Fuck

 Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this

college/high school AUs:

i went on a date with a boy who had plans to take me to dinner and drinks. but he lost his wallet at a pizza place so we just walked around the neighborhood, sat in the park and talked.

we’re in the same study group but we dont talk but you brought goldfish and im starving

we have the same notebook and we took the wrong ones home so i used your notes on my open book test

you were my elementary school crush but you moved away but somehow we end up miraculously going to the same college and i barely recognized you because holy hot damn you are more attractive than i remember?

I tripped over on my way to this party and I’m bleeding profusely from the grazes on my knees and you’re a complete stranger that pretty much jumped me the second I walked in the door to play nurse

ive had a crush on you for 3+ years and now youre going out with my best friend and i definitely havent locked myself in a toilet cubicle to cry

We’re in different debate classes and I was constructing a case on the board and I come in the next morning and you’ve replied to all my points really well?? But I don’t even know your name? And oh shit, we’re taking over the entire whiteboard, is that your phone number squeezed into the corner of the board there?

You have braces and I don’t and I keep forgetting you’re not allowed to have gum so every time I offer, you give this death glare

You sent me a text asking if I wanted to go to prom on the day of prom and I’m not in town

I’m a notorious goody two shoes and you look like you get into fights on a daily basis, so when you were in the library on the first day I was supposed to be a tutor, I assumed I’d be tutoring you. But, as it turns out, we’re both tutors, and the people we’re tutoring keep blowing us off to make out and we have to go round them up

we have a mutual best friend but they cannot find out how much i like you then they’ll tell you, but i need to find out if you’re single!

I sat down in the wrong class and I’m panicking but don’t want to get up and leave because the class has started and you think it’s hilarious 

You pissed me off in class so I threw a book at your head and now I’m in detention and jesus fuck I hate you so much and the teacher made me apologise and wait you’re cuter up close

soulmate aus

if one soulmate gets an injury, the other gets it as well.

Character A has a soulmate, but Character A died before they got to meet them. As Character A navigates the afterlife in their ghostly form, they discover that they can’t “move on” until they’ve met their soulmate.

 the very first words your soulmate ever says to you are tattooed somewhere on your body since the day you are born

when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever, it will show up on your soul mates skin as well.

You get an ‘impression’ of your soulmate when you turn 18 or something but all I got was a strong smell of bananas or something

you have a compass on your wrist and it directs you to where your soulmate is

i usually think i’m having a conversation with myself in my head but it turns out we’re telepathically connected

everybody is born with a map “tattooed” on their forearm that’s centered on the exact location of where they’ll first meet their soul mate 

[madmadmilk]

Return to Sender | Tom Holland x Reader

Pairing: Tom Holland x Yours Truly (You)

Summary: A letter made out of love and loyalty. It’s your choice to press post, send, delete, or save to drafts. The only thing we’ll never know is if he decides to read it or not.

Warnings: cursing, (lowkey highkey) angst, and a fair amount of delusion

Word Count: 1.8K over the character count

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How to read: First Person POV, so read this as yourself first and foremost. Then read this as his good friend, read this as someone who saw him yesterday, read this as someone you haven’t see in a long time, read this as someone who has nevermet him, read this as someone who has only known him through the lens of social media... read this as someone who has a lot to say but will never send it.

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Hey Thomas,

I must have written this over a thousand times, and I know it’ll never be just right.I just feel weird calling you Tom over this absurdly long, formal message, and Thomas kinda just looked better to me. And, blah, I know this could never change your mind, or make you see me any differently, but it doesn’t hurt to try, right?

Let’s get the hard part over with.

There’s about three things I’m absolutely positive about. First, you’re amazing. Fucking, brilliant. Second, there’s a part of you–– my wishful thinking, I suppose–– that I know, cares about me or could. And third, hah, I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you.

Yeah, I totally just took that from Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight, but you know what?? I gotta pay homage to how fiction and storytelling has always left a significant impression on me. Fluttery stories of love and hope and strength and cute brunettes–– all leads to you.

And I’m joking and rambling now, I know, but it doesn’t make it mean any less.

I love you.

Truthfully, I don’t even know where thatstarted. Was it when I saw you fight impossible odds during a tsunami as a boy? Or when you trained to spin webs and do back-flips and shit. Did I notice this affection through your first appearance in the MCU? The second, or even the third? Did I realize it when I found your instagram, and finally let myself follow? That time when you mistook your hair gel for toothpaste…? Or when I caught your livestream at the Right Time? When you looked right at me, and I let myself believe?

I don’t think I’ll really ever know whenthis started. I only know what I want and wish to happen now.

Through the videos, posts, movies, interviews and experience, I just… I just feel like you’ve always been there for me. You’ve always been someone I could fall back on–– look back on. I open my phone, and you’re right there. Beneath my fingertips, first in my search bar, bright on my lock screen. You’ve always been.

I look for your voice before I sleep, and I imagine the sights and sounds when I see new pictures of you. All I can do afterwards is wish I were there with you.

That’s all I want.

All I want is to leave an impression on you, to have something that lets you remember me. After that, I can let go and rest forever, if I knew I could mean anything to you.

I draw you, write about you, read about you, dedicate a whole blog to you–– and still wonder if it’s too little or too much.

(Side note: does it weird you out? Seriously, let me know and I’ll halt productions.)

Gah, it’s staggering to think that we are worlds away from one another; that we could meet tomorrow and then never again. Or how often I see your face, and never know how often you see mine––

I don’t let myself think of that most days.

You’ve brought me so much peace and happiness just knowing you.

My view is one-sided and biased and rosy. It’s limited, blurry, and lacking. There’s so much I don’t know about you, so much I wantto know about you.

And that’s what keeps this going.

The hope.

Or some shit.

I wonder if you would tell me if you had a girlfriend, or boyfriend, or someone special. I wonder how that would make me feel, or if that could make these feelings stop…. Hah, but I don’t think that would take anything away from me.

You’ll still be you.

You’ll still be that sticky boy who’s kind and generous and cute and funny and good to his family and friends.

You’ll always be that to me.

Not that I’d refuse to believe that someone else completes you or supports you better than I can, but I’ll always have the warmth you’ve given me. They could love you more than me, be closer to you than me, be better than me, and that’s alright.

Because all I want is for you to be happy.

If you are, then so am I.

And that’s love, I suppose.

It’s something selfless, it’s something that’s kind of like a hobby. You enjoy it and you endure it. You build it, you tear it down. You want to share it, but keep it to yourself. And no matter what happens, you learn and grow from it…

Oof.

I do hope you continue to share these things with me. No real pressure, of course. It’s your life to take control of. You deserve your privacy first and foremost, and time away from the public and social media. You deserve the time to recharge and reorient yourself after long trips and interviews and work hours–– we all do.

I just hope you decide to continue to share the snippets of life that you do.

It’s a lovely world to be a part of.

I love that you share so much with your family and friends. I love seeing your cute lil dog and snaps of places you call home. I love seeing how you spend your night out, and the sporadic nature of it all. I love that you can’t use instagram stories for shit. And I love that you continue to try anyway.

That’s something I’ve always really liked about you.

You don’t give up when you can’t do something. You’ll post the same thing twice to get it right. You keep your cool and roll with the jokes. You laugh at yourself when appropriate. You stand up for yourself when things go too far. You try your best while we all are watching. You try even harder even when we’re not.

I really respect that.

And I’ve gone so far off track from what I came here to say, I don’t even know if you’ve bothered to read this far. There’s just a few more things left, I promise.

I just need to say that I’m sorry for being a pest. For lurking so far up your ass and hitting the bottoms of your feeds so much. For applying more pressure than you need. For reading fakey gossip and making bold assumptions. For forgetting that you’re human just like me.

I’ve made these mistakes, and I don’t know how to make them right. I’m still out here learning too––

And what I’ve realized is that to move forward, I have to  step away.

I see your posts and fawn, and then I have to turn and leave. Suppress the urges to tease and make fun, to shout profanities, to post about what I wish I could do to you or you to me.

A well wish is all I can give you.

“Have a nice day,” and “Do your best,” is so fucking vanilla but it’s what I want you to hear from me. Something soft, loving and easy.

Something that will undoubtedly go unnoticed.

And I’m fine with that (most days).

You don’t have to acknowledge me, you don’t have to recognize me.

Because I want you, but I don’t.

I don’t know what would happen if thisbecame real. If you suddenly become realto me in my real life. Real, real, real. It’s seriously unimaginable.

Not because I’m me or anything.

But because you’re you.

I can picture myself beside you, but I doubt you could with me.

That sounds so pathetic but–– I don’t know!

I’ll never know, unless youtell me. Or I tell you and you tell me. Or we end up in one of those fanfiction slow-burn roommate!AUs. Unrealistic, but romantic.

And this is the point of it all, I guess.

I want to tell you, “hey! I love you!” because I have to know what could happen next. Not that I’m expecting anything grandiose. I’m just hoping for a chance that you’ll listen to me and accept the feelings I’m giving you.

I just want you to hear me, so I can get rid of it.

So here, take it! Here it is! Do with my heart what you will!

I’m sick of hiding behind a screen, but too scared to show you my face.

Just take this pretty moment, remember me like this, and let me know what you think in 5-7 business days.

I’ll be waiting like I always have. Never too high on my toes or too relaxed in my bed. Leave it all to chance–– Can you believe I don’thave notifications set up for you?

You don’t own me!

And now that I’ve managed to give you a hard time figuring out what to do with my feelings, I’ll move on to the last part.

Happy Birthday, Tom Holland.

I’m so happy to have seen you grow on-screen and off. I’m incredibly proud of your achievements, and baffled by your impact. Keep fucking growing, dude! This is your time to thrive. All with your bare fucking hands. Fucking wild.

I can’t even compare myself to you––

But anyway, I hope you’ve had a nice day or night or whatever the hell. Please get some good rest tonight and tomorrow night, and all the nights onward. Take time to take care of yourself and brush your teeth.

And thank you for being your being here for me.

I hope you can take my words and turn it into strength and support, no matter how you deem to view it. It’s only to remind you that someone cares, after all.

Yeah, so before I dig myself a deeper hole, I’ll end this letter here. A reply would mean the world to me, and even if you don’t, I wouldn’t hold it against you.

You’re a busy guy, I know.

Thanks, Tom.

You have all my love.

Sincerely,

Yours Truly

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A/N: and that’s it!  really raw and kinda exposing who i am lol. You can make your own assumptions of what happened next. What perspective did you read this in? Did you actually send the letter? Did he reply? (is the reply the title of this fic?) Hahaha, I don’t really know what this is. I just felt like writing a love letter. Please let me know what you think! Did it work? Did it make sense? Thanks for reading :)

Please like, comment, reblog, subscribe and turn on bell notifications!! Haha

Peace out ✌🏼

Madmadmilk

[justalittleofmyworld]

Through the lens - Luke Hemmings imagine

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Pairing: Luke x reader

Request: yes! By the lovely @youngblood-5sos : can you do one for Luke where you're a famous youtuber and you're filing a video together?

Here's your thing, lovely. I've had this idea in mind for a while and you reminded me of it. Hope you enjoy it lots!

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"Ok guys, so I'll finish with breakfast and I'll see you in a bit."

You covered the lens with your hand and pressed the button to stop filming. Then you put the camera on the table, ready to finish your toasts and coffee. It was one of your favourite times of the day, getting up and having breakfast while you start filming your vlog and telling your audience how your day was going to be. You've had a YouTube channel for years, even before meeting Luke. However, once you started your relationship, the channel blew up and the subscribers stated rising quickly. Three years after, you've reached the million and a half people following you. Of course, you knew that the majority of them came because of you dating him, but others stayed when they watched your own content, from the lifestyle videos to the book recommendations and talks, your favourite to do. You'd been vlogging for a couple of months now, giving them new content and the opportunity to follow your daily life. Luke didn't use to appear much in your videos, as he spent months away from you, but when he did, you were able to give your audience —and his fans— a different perspective of his life, out from his on tour environment.

"Good morning, beautiful" a raspy voice said in your ear, distracting you from your own thoughts. You turned your head slightly to the side while your boyfriend hid his face in the crook of your neck and left a few light kisses there.

"Good morning, rockstar" you replied with a smile. When he was at home with you mornings were the best. God, you missed him like crazy when he was gone, although you were able to make quick trips to see him on tour, having him there was far better.

"I heard you talking to yourself." he said, and placed a quick kiss on your lips.

"I wasn't talking to myself" you replied and pointed to the camera.

"Good, because I thought you'd become mad" he laughed while he walked to the counter. "Oh, you made coffee," he exclaimed and poured some in a mug. "So, what's the plan for today?" He asked you and you shrugged your shoulders as you sipped from your mug. "What do you think, Piggy?" Petunia was running around his feet and he took her up in his arms. "What do you wanna do today, love?"

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Although the day wasn't the sunniest, you ended going to the beach and taking Petunia with you. You took a long walk there and played with your baby dog until she tired you up. You filmed some scenes, including some of Luke running and playing with her, throwing her a ball o making her run to catch him, rewarding her every time she did it. It was hilarious but also cute as hell, and even if you didn't include it in your vlog, you'd keep the videos forever for your own entertainment. You spent some time sat on the sand too, wrapped in each other's arms while you watched the ocean in front of you, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Your camera caught some silly moments between you, stupid giggles and a couple of kisses that you doubted you were going to include in the final vlog.

You went to have lunch afterwards and also filmed shortly your dishes so you could include them in the vlog, as well as a fan of you both who recognized you in the restaurant and asked for a photo, spending some minutes chatting with her. You took your camera out and started filming.

"Guys, this lovely girl is Anna" you introduced and the girl waved at the lens with flushed cheeks. "She came to say hi and she's the cutest, I swear"

"Can we adopt her?" Luke said in the background and made you both laugh. You turned the camera to him and his smiley face. "I'm serious, Y/N. Let's adopt Anna. Even Petunia loves her already!" He pointed to your dog and you mimicked his gesture with the camera to see Petunia cuddling at her feet and playing with her shoes. Another laughter invaded you all and you turned the camera off.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"We decided that we're going to answer some questions" you explained with your eyes fixed on the road. The camera was on the dashboard so it filmed both of you while you were driving back home and Luke was on the seat by your side. "I asked you an hour ago to leave some questions on my instagram, so Luke is gonna read them and we'll try to answer them."

"Okay, first question:" Luke started reading, "Are you addicted to your phones?"

"Luke is, definitely" you answered before he could say anything else. "I mean, I check my social media a few times during the day and I really like twitter at night, but Luke's all day with the freaking phone in his hand."

"That's not true" he complaint.

"It is. Next question." You ordered with a giggle.

"In a scale from 1 to 10, how the other's fashion sense?" He read and started thinking. "Well, it depends on whether she wears those shoes I hate so much," he said and you slapped his arm slightly while he laughed. "I would say... She's an 8 because of those shoes... and a 10 when she's not wearing anything at all."

"Lucas! Children friendly!" You reprimanded with a laughter. "I'd say Luke's a... 9. I'm really into this long hair, open shirts and hands full of rings thing lately."

"Okay, next. What's your favourite thing to do together? Oh that's easy, sex-"

"Luke, please!" You laughed by his side. "That's why I can't do tags with him even though you ask for them" you exclaimed exasperated to the camera. "And answering the question, I would say... going out like today and lots of cuddling." You replied, watching your boyfriend nod in response. "God, we're so cheesy." You added.

"YN, what's your favourite 5SOS song?"

"Hmmm, tough question," you though out loud while the car stopped at a red light. "I have several favourites and they change over time. I would say one from each album, but right now... Maybe Babylon." you answered.

"Just the one in which I don't sing" Luke noted and you started the car again when the light turned green with a giggle. "Ok, this girl here asks about our favourite films..."

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You were sat on the bed the next morning, the sunlight entering through the window as you edited your vlog from the day before. While Luke was running some errands with Calum, Petunia had decided to give you some company, lying next to you in the ruffled sheets. You didn't have to edit a lot, only a few cuts to make it shorter. You only had one more bit to add and you clicked on it to check it. At first you didn't recognise the place in which it was filmed, but a second later, you realised it was your own living room. Luke appeared on the screen and a curious expression crossed your face. You didn't remember him taking the camera at any time during the day.

"Hi" he started talking as he let himself fall onto your couch. "Y/N is already sleeping and I just saw the camera on the table and I thought that I could close the vlog today. Y/N is gonna freak out when she sees this on the editing. Hello," he waved and smiled at the camera. "I just wanted to say that I spent the most amazing day today and that I love sharing some of our lives with you." He continued, and your heart clenched a little. He never complaint about being even more public with your videos than he already was as an artist, he always supported you and your channel, encouraging to upload whatever you wanted. He could have asked you not to show him on camera, but he didn't and you never had thanked him enough for that. "I'm gonna stop talking so I don't wake up anyone. Thanks for all your lovely comments, subscribe if you're new here, follow Y/N on social media and all that stuff. Love you all. Byeeeee" he finished, and covered the lens, just as you used to do.

The smile on your face was so big when you finished watching his unexpected appearance and you were about to close the video player when the lens uncovered and he reappeared. "Hi again, love. This part is only for you." You opened your eyes in surprise, letting a small gasp escape form your mouth. Even Petunia looked at you intrigued. "Just wanted to tell you that I love you to the moon and back and that you make me a better person and my life ten times easier. Thanks for being there even when I'm not literally with you. I guess you can keep this in case you miss me and I'm not able to get your calls because of time difference sucking so... yeah." You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes at this spontaneous gesture, you couldn't believe that something so simple could make you this emotional. You could see his smile and the love in his eyes even when you saw him yawning of tiredness. "I cannot wait to turn this thing off and going to sleep by your side. You're the cutest when you sleep, by the way." You giggled again and wiped the quick tear that had fallen down your cheek. Your chest was going to explode of pure happiness and love. "Thanks for everything. I love you."

"I love you too, Luke" you whispered to the screen, still in awe. Then, you cut that bit of the video and kept it in your hard disc, and finished editing your vlog with the warmest feeling in your heart and the widest smile on your face.

[annaparsons822]

Congrats on 2͡0 Mi̷l҉l̶io͏ņ Jack!

    I literally tried to figure out what I should make after a 3 hour sleep. After several hours of experimentation, I think this is something that I am proud to make! I hope it’s worth it! :D

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(Keep reading for comments made for Jack from the people in the Unofficial Jacksepticeye Community Discord!)

On the Unofficial Jacksepticeye Community Discord (Link here if you want to join: https://discord.gg/rMSjnEq ), I have asked some members from the server if they wanted to congratulate Jack. Here are their responses!

1. “ I become increasingly more proud every day, of you, and this community, and I could never express this enough. The things you’ve accomplished and the message you spread is nothing short of incredible. This is reflected in your fanbase as well, I’ve never been a part of something this loving and supportive. It feels very much like a family, and a home away from home. I’ve found some amazing new friends here. And have discovered a few new passions. This may be changing my life for the better. So thanks. For all you’ve done for us, and all you’ve done for yourself, which inspires us. All the congratulations <3 for this and whatever may come!” - Septic-HeartEyes

2.  “You are a true inspiration to me and many others Sean, I couldn’t be more proud and happy for you on how far you’ve come. Congratulations on reaching 20 mil subs, I am looking forward to the future from you. Stay you and keep that PMA goin! P.S. Oober excited to see your tour on the 23rd.” -forever subbed DMNfox

3. “I have been subbed I believe every since 1 million subs! You have definitely come a long way and you pretty much outdid yourself. I am pretty proud of what you have accomplished and I am so happy to be a part of this community. I wouldn’t know where I would be without it. Congratulations Sean!! <3″ Anna Parsons (Parsons Photography)

4.)  “ I’ve been with your channel since your first dark souls video, I may have not watched every video but as soon as I was able to stop using my Grandmoms computer (haha rip) and create my own account I subscribed to you. So after 5 years of watching your videos, 5 years of someone to escape to even if he might not ever know me, I’m glad I stuck around this long- Not only with your channel but in general. You’ve accomplished so much and Seán you’re such an inspiration to me to keep going and to do what I love. The community that you’ve built up is like a family to me and I am more than grateful that everyone supports everyone and that your PMA spread down to the community and even further. Thank you for being you”   - The artist that waits to be seen, rainecloudky

5.)  “ I’ve only been in this community for a couple of months but every moment has been such an amazing experience. This community you’ve created is so full of kindness and love, and the amazing person you are just makes it shine. Thank you for making this safe space for me to escape to on my bad days and making me smile, and for helping me realize that its okay to have bad days as long as i’m trying my best to be the best I can be. My pessimistic view on life has changed to a much better more optimistic and hopeful way of seeing things and that’s all thanks to you. So thank you so much for helping me and many others and for just being the amazing person you are”. - Carly aka machokoolkat aka fantasticswm

[maychorian]

Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #57

Rules: You can find past weekly rec lists here, and non-list recs in my general fic rec tag. Also follow @maychorianrecs for individually tagged posts, the easier to search and reblog. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

Sweet Poison by Eastofthemoon Words: 3,046 Author’s Summary: If there was one thing Hunk almost felt was worth becoming a paladin for, it was the kitchen in the castle. My Comments: Sequel to a previously recced fic, and this one is just as lovely. It’s wonderful to see the team coming together and Hunk settling into his new role and finding acceptance and pleasure in his new accommodations. Lance was particularly lovely, too.

find me in the drift by ghiblitears Words: 2,038 Author’s Summary: He puts a hand on Keith’s shoulder and it’s startling to note that it feels almost like nothing, though the weight of Shiro’s hand is usually a comfort. Instead a slight warmth lingers in the spot he touches, insubstantial as a beam of light.Keith blinks, and looks back at him. “I can’t feel anything.”“Me either.” Shiro frowns. “It’s like a memory, or…” “A dream.” *** (Keith and Shiro meet in the astral plane during and after the events of season 4) My Comments: Intriguing concept, very well done. I love the idea of Keith and Shiro connecting like this even when they are far away from each other, and I would love to see the show bring back the Astral Plane too.

Resting? Who’s She? by Cinnamean Words: 1,914 Author’s Summary: When Lance woke up that morning, he could already tell he was sick. Or in other words, when Lance wakes up and doesn’t feel well, but instead of resting like he should, he instead decides that sparring is a great idea. Cause that makes a lot of sense. Good thing everyone else is there to look after him. My Comments: Nice little Lance sickfic with a protective team. Hits the spot.

we move lightly by eatjamfast Words: 2,539 Author’s Summary: In space, thousands of miles away from home, love and forgiveness are the only things that can keep you going. My Comments: Lovely and warm and just a little heartbreaking. I love the tenderness between Lance and Hunk here and how well they understand each other and want to take care of each other. Just lovely. Hance.

Voices by YukiSetsu Words: 4,812 Author’s Summary: When Lance gets captured by the Galra during a rescue mission gone awry, he’s sure he can hold out until the others arrive and get him out. The Galra, however, have other plans. My Comments: Wonderful finale to the all of the hurt!Lance fics this author has been giving us lately. The emotions are intense, and the ending was cathartic and satisfying. It nice to get some aftermath after one of the worst ways to whump Lance yet. Shiro was perfect, too, offering support afterward. I really, really like this one.

Little Green Hat by YukiSetsu Words: 4,012 Author’s Summary: In hindsight, Lance knew that walking around in the cold when he was that sick was a bad idea. My Comments: This is everything I could want in a Lance sickfic, plus Lance with a cute little kid. Just perfection.

Nothing Makes Sense by fandomsnstuff Words: 2,003 Author’s Summary: Everyone had a mark. Some had more than one. They were images meant to reveal the future of a person. Some images had different meanings than what’s expected, such as a heart could mean a person falls in love or they touch the hearts of many, but the marks always make sense. My Comments: Nice little bit of fluff, not complicated, fun to read. Good way to round out a day of reading sickfics, if you’re me.

Just a Touch by AssortedGeekery Words: 15,926 Author’s Summary: In which a particularly tenacious bug gets loose among the Paladins, prompting a full halt for recuperation. Too bad Shiro’s system didn’t get the message about this being a non-emergency. My Comments: Fantastic, indulgent, super detailed sickfic in which everyone gets hit, but Shiro gets hit the hardest. It totally has a plot, too, which is unusal for sickfics, but also there is So. Much. Cuddling. And I loved every single bit of it. Warnings for copious amounts of vomit–I actually felt a little sick to my stomach myself at times reading it, though not enough to make me stop reading. Hint of future Sheith at the end.

Feeling Down by codevassie for gdesertsand Words: 4,130 Author’s Summary: Lance is undeniably sick and it’s possibly the worst day for it. He and his friends had been planning this day for months! Now he feels like he’s ruined it all… My Comments: Really sweet and enjoyable modern AU sickfic. Everyone is adorable, and Lance gets lots of love, and that’s what I want, always, every day, forever.

in your hands i fold these cards by prettyshiroic (AnalystProductions) Words: 5,093 Author’s Summary: Pidge shares some thoughts, Lance shares his skincare routine. Keith shares so much more than he planned to. My Comments: Unexpectedly profound. I went in expecting fluffy shenanigans, and I got those, but also a whole bunch of EMOTION. It was awesome.

Reaching Out a Daring Hand by wingedflower Words: 3,320 Author’s Summary: Keith and Shiro visit a very sick Lance at the infirmary. Keith is extremely uncomfortable with the whole situation, but at the end he manages to learn a thing or two about being a good friend. My Comments: Perfect little sickfic, everything I could ask for. It made me so happy. I love it.

hold on to you by valkyriered Words: 1,129 Author’s Summary: A New Years ficlet crossposted from my blog. Lance reflects on his found family as they enter the New Year together. My Comments: Warm and soft, and all of the descriptions are crisp and vivid. I love this vision of the team after the war, safe and at home with their world and with each other.

Coming Up For Air by crumpetz Words: 15,636 (2/?) Author’s Summary: “Sometimes Keith wondered if with every new person he let past his walls, maybe the walls got weaker, came down quicker, more eager to let people in. Maybe Shiro had been the beginning of the end on that front. It was all so freaking scary.” The team must recover in more ways than one after a mission gone wrong leaves Keith with brain damage. AKA, the fic where Lance and Keith (accidentally?) become bff’s. My Comments: This is everything I love, and it’s being written fantastically well. The characters all feel like themselves, and they are so very supportive and protective of each other already, with a promise of MUCH more to come. It’s very realistic, too, in the way the injuries are treated and the reactions afterward, and gah, I just can’t recommend this highly enough. Favorite, favorite, favorite. Kudos, follow, subscribe, comment, bookmark. I love this so much.

The Best Medicine In Space by bouquetofwhoopsiedaisies Words: 5,327 Author’s Summary: “Sorry,” Keith sighed, pushing his hair away from his sweaty forehead. “I woke up feeling sick this morning, and I thought I could power through it, but I guess it got worse.” The Blades exchanged confused looks. “Sick?” “Yeah. Sick, you know, ill. Unwell. The opposite of a healthy state.” Keith looked around at all of them, taking in their puzzled looks. “When there’s, like, a foreign virus or bacteria that gets into the body and attacks the immune system, and the body has to fight it off.” Confused and awed murmuring broke out among the Blades, who wondered aloud if this was true. “This has been known to happen to certain species of aliens.” Ulaz said slowly. “But Galra do not ‘get sick’.” “Well, humans do.” Keith said. “Guess I didn’t inherit a Galra immune system.” He broke off to cough a few times into the crook of his arm. (After Keith collapses in the middle of sparring, the Blades learn that humans can get sick and what that means. Taking care of their sick youngest member brings out some of the Blades’ protective sides.) My Comments: Suuuuuper cute. I love how befuddled and concerned the Blades are, and Kolivan was especially endearing. Fluffy and fuzzy and sweet as sugar pie.

Failsafe by VelkynKarma Words: 49,930 Author’s Summary: In the aftermath of Shiro’s rescue and recovery, he and the team start to figure out how exactly to incorporate Ryou into their dynamic, while Ryou takes some time to try and determine who he is. But when Ryou starts acting out of sorts, Shiro and the others realize they might not have as much time as they’d like. My Comments: Really, really wonderful sequel to a previously recced fic. Fics where “Kuron” get hurt or injured always hit me really hard, maybe because he never asked for this. He’s a total innocent, and seeing him suffering because of what Haggar did to him is never not gonna pierce my heart. As always, VelkynKarma’s plot is out of this world, and the hurt/comfort, both physical and emotional, is absolutely pitch perfect. This story does get VERY depressing early on when Ryou’s illness causes some terribly severe symptoms, so be sure to read the tags and notes and know what you’re getting into. But it’s absolutely worth it to keep going, I promise. The payoff is wonderful and cathartic and so, so satisfying.

Home Is Where The Heart Is by wingedflower Words: 9,834 Author’s Summary: Five times Lance’s big brother instincts have kicked in, and one time Pidge has returned the favor. (platonic Pidgance, sibling relationship) My Comments: Absolutely adorable, so warm and fluffy I’m gonna die. I love these two forming a sibling bond. Protective Lance is awesome, and protective Pidge (at the end) just as much.

Obverse (History is Written By the Victors) by Spazzcat Words: 4,685 Author’s Summary: Obverse noun 1. the side of a coin or medal bearing the head or principal design. 2. the opposite or counterpart of a fact or truth. The first time Sam Holt hears the word Voltron is in the hushed whispers of the guards as he’s dragged on board a ship and they nervously scan the sky. A sick feeling settles into his gut as he realizes that there is something out there that even the Galra fear. My Comments: Well-written, but hard to read, if that makes sense. It’s hard to think about the other side of an all-out war, but this story does a great job of showing it, showing the horrors of war.

I Hope You Dance by hufflepirate Words: 2,282 Author’s Summary: Inspired by ggracee’s art on tumblr (link inside) When the paladins start learning to dance, Allura remembers Coran teaching her - and they both remember that it’s supposed to be fun. My Comments: This made me smile so much. It’s warm and soft and made me nostalgic for things I’ve never done and sights I’ve never seen.

Voltron Whump Week 2k17 Day 2: Hypothermia by carefulren Words: 2,399 Author’s Summary: a different take on what happened in season 3 episode 5– the one where long-haired Shiro is travelling alone on that ice planet My Comments: Alternate take with Shiro getting lots of love and comforting. I am such a sucker for hypothermic characters, like for real, this made me super happy.

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A Little Taste of What Should Have Been by hailqiqi for Engineer104 Words: 2,340 Author’s Summary: Despite the persistent begging, Samuel Holt had forbade his daughter from getting her ears pierced until she was sixteen. Fast-forward four years and ‘missing out on getting my ears pierced’ was just another reason to be angry at the Galra. Pidge was only mildly bitter about it - there were bigger reasons to be angry, after all - but it still hurt to think about.Then the topic of 'what would be different if we were still on Earth?’ comes up, and her friends realise that this one’s something they can rectify. My Comments: Very sweet and cute and just a little achy. It hurts that Pidge wasn’t able to cross this milestone with her family at her side, but Hunk and Lance and Allura were all very kind and eager to help. Just adorable.

Bright And Bright by YukiSetsu Words: 3,493 Author’s Summary: A migraine hits Lance at a bad time, and threatens to ruin a new alliance if he doesn’t face due punishment. Unfortunately, in his current state, mere isolation is enough to hurt Lance in more ways than one. My Comments: This one gave me that good sweet ache in my chest, a little bit. Perfect mix of angst and whump and hurt/comfort.

Inner Workings by MoonlitWaterSunnyRiver for Mikiri Words: 2,439 Author’s Summary: Denial was a powerful drug, thought Hunk dizzily as he stared down at the rebar puncturing a hole through his gut. So powerful, really, that he could almost pretend he wasn’t seeing it. Almost. Or, Hunk is injured in an accident and trapped in his lion while floating in space, waiting for Keith to get there. My Comments: Really, REALLY good whump, a little graphic, but worth it. The yellow lion tries so hard, and Keith is great, too. Poor Hunk.

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puppet (crimson king)

Sam plays with his favorite puppet.

PAIRING: King of Hell!Sam x Reader

WARNINGS: smut, bondage (female), orgasm denial, dub-con only if you read fast and skip around

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Sam likes ropes. The coarse feel of them in his hands. The indentation the fibers leave on your creamy skin. The way they snap dully in thick, lust-heated air. 

Tonight he’s got you strung up in them, tied to his bed, one limb to a bedpost. He’s using softer ones this time, ones that only get tighter as you struggle. You’re naked, blindfolded, legs spread wide to expose wet, quivering flesh. He could keep you immobile with just his mind, but he likes the reality of your bonds. 

You’re like a puppet, doing whatever he wants as he pleases.

You’ve been like this for a long time—hours, it feels like. You can hear the soft click of his shoes on the stone floor, and the anticipation is making your heart flutter in your chest. The heat between your legs is at a low simmer; Sam likes to build until you’re desperate, then hold off on giving you what you want, but he’s taking longer than normal. 

“My Lord,” you try. 

“Hmm?”

You take a shuddering breath. “What are you doing?” 

He keeps staring down at your body as you reflexively roll your hips towards the ebb of heat he’s kept between your legs for the better part of an hour. “Playing with my toy. Why? Do you want to stop?”

You shake your head, a slow loll from side to side. “No.”

He smirks. “Good. Do you think I would?”

He would stop, and you know it. He says things like that to get under your skin, put you on edge. He only hurts you when you want him to, when he knows the pain will be enjoyed and he can listen to you screaming “yes” and his name over and over again. 

If he really hurt you, or if he crossed a line, he’d never forgive himself. 

He hears the skip of your heart, smells the warmth in the air as your blood runs hot. Oh, he’d love a taste of it, just to get that little kick that heightens his senses.

But no. He’ll remain sober this time. 

“So eager to please.” He runs a finger up the inside of your thigh, watching bumps rise on your skin. Your leg trembles reflexively, and you let out a shaky breath through your nose as his finger reaches the crux of your leg, between firm muscle and the soft wet flesh of your labia. “Such a good little slut.”

The throbbing between your legs intensifies, tendrils of heat snaking out and wrapping around the most sensitive parts of your body. It’s too much too fast, and you’re immediately greedy for more.

“That feels so good,” you whimper, head tipping back, “please... more.”

“Hmmm… you did complete everything I asked of you earlier.” Sam’s deliberately stretching the temptation as you writhe and twitch under the force of his pleasure. 

“I did,” you cover eagerly, “I did so good, didn’t I? I was good for you…”

A dark chuckle makes your skin prickle. Sam never laughs unless he plans on tormenting you to your wildest limits. 

“Maybe you do deserve a treat,” he ponders, “or do you… no, I don’t think you do.” He cuts off your whine of frustration with a light slap on your bare mound that makes you nearly jump off the mattress. “I should use you first. Make your cunt good and sloppy before I let you cum.”

You chew your lower lip, a deep groan leaving your throat. “Anything… anything for you.”

His clothes are gone with a snap of his fingers. The bed dips, and you shiver when his hands cave the soft bedding on either side of your shoulders. You can’t see him, but you know he’s close, just hovering over you, knowing the sheer closeness is putting you on edge. He could have his knife, planning where he’s gonna trail it over your skin, where he’s gonna press hard enough for you to feel the sting. 

The blunt, firm heat at your entrance draws your attention away, and you hold your breath as he sinks in, seating deep with a heavy grunt of pleasure. Your fingers curl into the sheets, and when the bed shifts you know that Sam’s sitting back, watching your pussy stretched around his cock. 

“That looks so pretty.” His hands run up the insides of your thighs. “Such a beautiful sight.”

You shudder under his touch as his cock gives a hard throb inside you. “You’re so big, Sam… I… fuck…”

Uncontrollably, you squeeze him tight, bearing down to try and get yourself that final nudge you need to cum, but Sam doesn’t let you get very far. 

“No.” He presses down between your hips, forcing you to stay still as he pulls back, the slide of his cock making you whine loudly. “You’re getting ahead of yourself. Do I have to make it hurt?”

Shaking your head, you manage a breathless gasp. “No… just feels good…”

He smirks, his upper lip curling into a snarl as he shoves himself in so deep and hard your vision blurs. “You cum before I’ve given you permission and you’re gonna really regret it.”

“I won’t,” you pant, “I promise I won’t, my King… I’m yours.”

Sam grins wickedly. “That’s right.”

Your squeal of pleasure cuts off when he starts rutting into you, hard, fast, hips slamming against your ass so hard you know your skin will be black and blue. 

“Look at you,” he growls, hands on your tits as you bounce on the mattress, “all fucking strung out like the little whore you are.”

He swallows your long, drawn-out moan with a brutal kiss. You thrash underneath him, forced to the edge of an orgasm that refuses to come. Sam doesn’t stop, even when your pussy chenches tight and slicks his cock with a wet, hot burst. Your whimpers turn into cries, then sobs. To any passers by, one might assume that Sam’s doing the worst, but little would they know that you love every single bit of what he gives you. 

Sam doesn’t last very long. He’s been pent up all day and he’s been playing with you for too long. You feel it before anything else, the stiff jerking of his hips and the shudder of the mattress as his hands clench tight on either side of your shoulders. He cums with a loud, gasping groan, thrusting wildly until you feel his seed begin to drip out, making a mess between your legs and staining the comforter underneath you. 

He pulls out with a soft huff, watching his release pour from your body. You’re shaking, tears flowing freely from your eyes, and when he runs a thumb experimentally over your clit you writhe, too sensitive for his touch.

“That’s what I love to see,” he coos, running his hands up the insides of your thighs. “What a good girl… I think you deserve it, now.”

You nod frantically, breath hitching. “Please, I just—”

Your words cut off when he slides back in, still hard and throbbing. Sam chuckles, holding a hand over your clit and focusing his energy exactly where you need it. “Don’t let me stop you,” he directs, “I want to hear it.”

You don’t even make it a full minute. The hot pulsing on your clit is too much to handle, and your entire body vibrates with the force of your climax as it finally crashes through your body. Sam has to hold your hips in place with his free hand, and you let out a sob of his name when you hit the peak before letting go and giving in to the pleasure. 

He works you through it, letting the pleasure he controls ebb away until you’re numb and his cock slips free. The mess and sweat is gone with a snap, and your bonds come loose. He pulls you into his arms, rolling onto his side and planting a gentler kiss on your lips. 

“I’ll never tire of you,” he murmurs affectionately. “I chose right with you… my pretty little vixen.”

You hum, trying to bring something remotely coherent to your tongue as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. “I’ll always serve you, my King,” you stutter, “anything you ever want, I’ll give it to you.”

He pats your hip, eyebrows raised in appreciation. His lips meet yours in a deeper, more passionate kiss, and you sigh when he fills his hands with your ass and tugs you even closer.

“That’s my puppet.”

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Cosmo Says - 1

PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader WARNINGS: smut: p/v sex, oral sex, some dom/sub themes, eventual threesome, exploration of kinks, and more NOTE: Do not save or repost my work without my consent. I don’t tag for spoilers, so feel free to message me with any questions you have. This work is 18+ only.

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“Cosmo?”

You look up as the magazine lands on the table beside your laptop. The bright pink background is glaringly obvious, as is the half-clothed model on the front cover. Dean’s brought in the mail, and he’s leering down at you like he’s just uncovered your biggest secret.

“Yeah, Cosmo.” You grab the magazine and move it to the other side of your computer, facedown. “What about it?”

“Nothin’.” Dean strides around behind you, leaving the rest of the mail—assorted newspapers and Sam’s monthly National Geographic—on the table. “You just don’t strike me as the kind of girl who reads…” he snatches the Cosmopolitan before you can grab it and peeks at the front cover. “‘Sixty-nine Ways to Spice Up Your Sex Life’.”

Your cheeks flush. “I didn’t subscribe for that.”

“Really?” Dean raises his eyebrows. “What did you get it for, then?”

“It’s none of your business,” you stand up, reaching for the magazine. He holds it above his head, smirking down at you.

“Who’re you gonna try those out with?” he asks. “You got a secret boyfriend Sammy and I don’t know about?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” He grins. “That’s hot.”

“Shut up.” You jump, trying to grab the magazine out of his hand as a playful giggle escapes. “Just give me my magazine back, Dean. Please.”

He puckers his lips, bending over to kiss at your cheek before you can squirm away. “Gimmie a kiss first.”

“Back off, Dean.” Sam strides in, tugging the magazine out of his brother’s hand. He unfurls it, reading the cover, and issues a soft chuckle before handing it back to you. “Really? Cosmo?”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, it’s Cosmo. I don’t see what the big deal is, Dean’s got a subscription to fucking Playboy and I don’t even wanna talk about what I’ve seen in his browser history.”

“Wait, you’ve seen my browser history?”

“Yeah, and you’re nasty.”

“Okay, guys—” Sam steps between you, hands held up. “Dean, leave her alone. She’s right, your browser history is gross.”

Dean frowns and turns on his heel, stalking out of the room, muttering “puritans” under his breath. Before Sam can say anything, you stick your tongue out after the older Winchester and stomp down to the kitchen, open laptop forgotten on the table. 

A week goes by with no mention of your subscription. One night, after a long, lazy day spent lounging around in pajamas and eating junk food, Sam finds you in the television room. You’re flipping through the Cosmo, scanning an article about different kinds of cruelty-free makeup, and you barely glance up when he flips the TV on, scanning channels until he settles on some old black-and-white. 

“Anything interesting in there?” he asks, slumping back into his armchair and glancing over at you.

“It’s Cosmo, what is there to be interested in?” 

He chuckles. “Just askin’.”

You go silent, flipping absentmindedly through pages until you end up in the section that made the front page. Sam turns his attention to the television, and you hope he doesn’t spy the several glances you cast at him. Dean’s joking taunt about you having a boyfriend had hit a little deep—you’ve been single for the last few years that you’ve been with the Winchesters, hitting up one-night stands in towns you linger in long enough to have a drink and a lay before taking off again. You want someone to love you, sure, who the fuck doesn’t, but you’re tired of taking nameless men to bed.

You’ve got two perfect specimens around you almost twenty-four-seven, anyway.

“Hey, Sam?”

“Hmm?”

“Am I fuckable?”

He frowns. “What?”

You sigh, dropping the magazine onto your lap. “If I was some stranger in a bar and you’d had a couple drinks, would you have sex with me?”

Sam clears his throat, shifting a little in his seat. “Well, yeah, I would. But I wouldn’t have to drink to have the balls to do it.”

“What do you mean?”

Sam turns the volume down on the television. “You’re a pretty girl. Besides, drunk sex isn’t my thing.” He spies the pull of your lower lip between your teeth. “Why? Something wrong?”

You know you can trust Sam. If anything, he’s the one person who’s always had your back through thick and thin. “I’m just tired of fucking random guys,” you confess, “I like sex, but it’s boring with them, there’s no connection, we know next to nothing about each other… I hate it. I’d rather fuck men I know.”

Eyebrows raised, Sam completely mutes the television. “By men you know…”

“Well, that is why I got Cosmo.” You ruffle the pages of the magazine. “I was gonna join a dating app or something, maybe try and find another hunter…”

Sam narrows his eyes. “I sense a ‘but’ coming.”

“But,” you continue, unable to help a small smile. “I just figured… you and Dean…”

“Wait,” Sam holds up a hand, “me and Dean?”

You reopen the magazine, staring down at a perfume ad on the back of the front cover. “Why have one when you can have two? Besides, I don’t think Dean would care.”

“Care about what?” Dean steps into the room, a bowl of popcorn cradled in one arm. “What’s going on?”

You chew on your lower lip, suddenly embarrassed. “I just thought that… um… I got Cosmo to kinda explore some more, um… things, and I just thought that you guys might be interested.”

Dean absorbs your words carefully, eyes darting from you to the magazine and back again. “Wait,” he finally says, “the last four years we’ve been talking about getting you in bed and now—”

“Four years?” You sit up a little straighter. “So you guys have been trying to get—why didn’t you just tell me?”

They shrug in unison. “Didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Sam says, “or make you feel like you were bein’ used.”

“I’ll give you that.” You turn your gaze to the older brother. “Dean’s a slut anyway, I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

Dean frowns, mocking offense at your joke, but sinks down onto the small couch and stretches out. “Just putting it all out there on the table, we both think you’re hot and Sam’s got a list of things he would do to you if you let him.”

“What?” Sam’s cheeks flame red. “No, I don’t.”

“Yeah, you do.”

“Shut up—”

You hold up both hands, instantly quelling the bickering. “Anyway… this doesn’t have to go anywhere or lead into anything. I just thought that since we’re friends, we could make arrangements or something.” 

The brothers exchange a glance before Dean speaks. “Have you had two partners before?”

“No,” you reply honestly, “but I think if we’re open with each other about who’s getting what, where, when, et-cetera… it could work. Have you two shared before?”

“Once,” Sam replies. “Long time ago, it was just a weekend thing in Vegas and we had a lot of boundaries.”

You nod understandingly. “Well, I know where I stand. I want sex with someone I trust and I got two guys apparently willing to share right here in front of me.”

Sam darts his tongue over his lip. “How would this work?”

You flip to the dog-eared segment of the magazine. “We could do things from here? Pick out things to explore.”

Dean frowns. “What, like the dick in a donut hole thing?”

“Ew, no.” You wrinkle your nose. “Donuts are pure, we don’t need to defile them.”

“True.” Dean throws a piece of popcorn at his brother. “What do you think?”

Sam shrugs, giving you a quick, slightly nervous smile. “I’m in.”

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As Nature Intended

An anniversary camping trip prompts you and your husband to get more in touch with nature… and live life as nature intends.

PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Native American!Reader

WORD COUNT: ~1200

WARNINGS: semi-public sex, breeding kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, quickie, brief fluff

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You and Sam had been hiking for almost three days. It was warm, and you’d accumulated a good amount of sweat and dirt on your skin to actually feel gritty when you moved. 

It was Sam’s idea to hike part of the Appalachian trail for your second anniversary. You went along with the idea, having finally gotten reasonably in shape enough to take a week-long excursion through the mountains. No hunting, no research, no stress… just you and Sam alone on a nice (albeit very long) hike.

The two of you finally stopped in the late afternoon when you reached a secluded spot a few hundred feet off the trail. It wasn’t strictly a camping spot, but the large circle of bare ground and exposure to the slowly flowing stream made it the perfect real estate for your small tent. 

“God, I need a bath,” you said, dropping your pack to the ground and stretching your arms over your head. “I feel gross.”

Sam chuckled. “We’ve still got a few hours of sunlight left. Go dip in the river, I’ll get the tent set up.”

You gratefully kicked your hiking boots off before stripping out of your clothes. Fortunately, you were secluded enough that anyone just walking by wouldn’t see you. The moment you were free of your clothes, Sam let out a low groan. You turned to see him looking up at you with eyes full of lust.

“What?”

“Just…” he chewed on his lower lip and shook his head, “fuckin’ gorgeous.” He reached up to give one cheek of your ass a firm swat, watching as you giggled and danced away towards the river.

You quickly adjusted to the temperature of the water and perched on a half-submerged boulder, lathering soap in your hands and scrubbing your skin clean. Sam only took a few minutes to set up your small tent and unfurl the large sleeping bag you both managed to share before stripping bare and joining you. His large hands pressed against your shoulder blades, long fingers splaying out. 

“You look fuckin’ gorgeous,” he murmured, sneaking a kiss on your jaw. “But y’know, you shouldn’t be using soap.” He nipped at your earlobe. “Could screw the environment.”

“It’s biodegradable,” you answered as he sat down on the rock beside you. “I got it before we left. REI has your back.”

He grinned and leaned over to pull you into a deeper kiss. “I love you so much, you know that?”

“I love you too,” you replied, casting your gaze downward to where his cock was steadily filling and thickening. You returned the kiss and sucked on his lower lip, brushing a hand over his thigh. The feeling coaxed a soft sigh from him.

“Are you really gettin’ me hard out here, baby?” he asked. “All exposed… you know anyone could see us.”

You shook your head. “Nuh uh. We’re too far down the bank… all we gotta do is be quiet.”

Sam growled and reached up to tangle a hand in your wet hair. “God, you’re a little minx, you know that?”

Another giggle escaped your lips as you stood up, dancing just out of reach. He stood up, not caring that he was buck naked as he chased you through the shallows. He caught you within seconds, wrapping his arms around your waist. He spun you around, bending you over the boulder and caging you in with his wide chest pressed against your back. 

“Been wanting to do this for a real long time,” he growled, reaching down to stroke himself, “couldn’t wait ‘til we got in the tent, wanna fuck you out here.”

You pushed your ass back against him, feeling him angle the tip of his cock so that it slid through your soaking folds. He grunted, shuffling closer so that he could line up. The heat of his body on your damp skin made you shiver with anticipation, and you obediently spread your legs for him. 

Sam pushed inside you with a heavy, animalistic grunt. You whimpered as he stretched you, not stopping until his hips were pressed against your ass. Arching your back, you used your positioning to push yourself back, encouraging him to move.

Sam wasted no time. He wrapped an arm around your waist, adjusting the other around your shoulders, and snapped forward. There was nothing slow or tender about the way he fucked you; he lost himself in the moment, bucking frantically into you. The thick, heavy slide of his cock repeatedly punching into your already clenching pussy made you moan louder, and his own sounds grew to match yours in frequency and intensity. 

“Gonna fuckin’ breed you,” he growled, “gonna fucking cum in your tight little pussy.”

Normally, you might have wanted to talk about the idea of him knocking you up. Granted, you’d been married for two years and had been hinting at babymaking, but you’d thought he might want to plan for a Christmas due date or something cheesy. 

Now, with your husband frantically slamming himself inside you with nothing on his mind but the thought of impregnating you, all discussion was out the window. The condoms you’d packed were useless now.

You wiggled your hips receptively, bracing your hands against the rock. “Cum inside me,” you moaned, “cum in my pussy, Sam, fill me up.”

He growled, holding you tighter. His bony hips snapped against your ass, and you knew you’d have bruises the following day. When he shoved a hand between your legs to rub circles on your clit, you let out a keening whimper, your legs shaking.

Sam’s body stiffened when he came, his hips the only part of him moving as he spilled into you. You felt warm spurts of his seed splashing against your walls, the final nudge you needed to cum as well. He grunted when he felt you squeezing around him and buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting wildly against your skin. 

“Fuck,” he breathed, shifting behind you. “That was fast…”

“It was good,” you assured him. You knew that Sam liked to take his time with you, making you cum before he even thought about getting his dick inside you. Quickies like this worried him that you hadn’t fully enjoyed the encounter, and this time you hadn’t used protection that both of you were normally adamant about. 

Sam straightened up with a huff and pulled his cock free, watching his impressive load make white streaks down the insides of your thighs. You stood up straight, stretching your arms over your head as Sam placed a palm over your lower belly.

“And you’re okay with this,” he murmured, “what could happen…”

You pulled him into a deep kiss, cupping his lightly stubbled face. “I want it,” you whispered, “I want a baby.”

Sam groaned and slid his arms around your body. “Gimme an hour and I’ll do it again. We can have…” he paused to slide his tongue over your lower lip, “...campfire sex… knock something off our bucket list.”

You smiled against his lips and wound your arms around his waist, pulling him close. “I’d like that.”

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The Hunt

Sam’s the hunter… and you’re the hunted.

PAIRING: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

WORD COUNT: ~1500

WARNINGS: hunter/prey, a/b/o dynamics: heat, rut, knotting, Omega-cervical penetration, breeding kink.

NOTE: If you read fast, this fic may appear to be dub-con or non-con. It is completely consensual. In my version of A/B/O dynamics, Omegas have a very soft and flexible cervix during heats, enabling an Alpha to penetrate and ejaculate directly into their womb. Written for @kayteonline and edited by @crispychrissy - please heed the warnings and enjoy!

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You and Sam were always adventurous in your sex life. He was the Alpha, and you were his feisty-yet-submissive Omega, it was the perfect match.

Except this time, he wanted to try something different.

It was dark when you and Sam left the bunker, hiking through the warm summer air up the small trail around the bunker. The full moon shone through the leaves and branches, ghosting over the moss that covered the forest floor. The scent of Sam’s rut hung heavy in the air, and you trembled with anticipation at what was to come.

Sam had every intention of hunting you through the forest and fucking you like the wild animal his rut drove him to be.

When you reached the edge of the forest, Sam stopped, grabbing your wrist and turning you to face him. He towered over you, bare-chested, shoulders rolled back. He was intimidating in the best way possible.

“You’ve got ten minutes to get ahead of me,” he warned, lifting your wrist to set the timer on your watch.

You smiled, batting your eyelashes at him. “That’s a long time, baby.”

“I’ll catch up.” He placed his index finger under your chin. “I wanna see how long it takes me to track you down.”

He snuck a soft kiss before watching you turn and jog off through the trees. Your heat was just beginning, and he was sure he could follow your cinnamon and vanilla scent though the warm breeze.

You dashed through the trees, trying to run as quietly as possible. You were just able to make out the tree trunks, and you had to pause every once in a while to feel your way through the shadows. Three minutes in, you stopped to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it to the ground. You took off towards the East, changing your course a little bit. You wanted to make Sam work to track you down.

Your bra came next, then as you switched direction again, your leggings. You had to tug them over your Converse, but the moment you threw them into a small bush, you were off again, running practically naked through the darkening forest.

Only minutes after you ditched your leggings, your watch went off. You froze, the high-pitched beeping echoing through the trees.

Sam was on his way.

Sam followed your scent through the trees, hurtling forward with long strides as his excellent vision guided him through the thick trunks. It didn’t take him long to pick up on your trail. He smirked; you could do everything in your power to avoid him or lead him on the wrong path, but he was smarter, stronger, faster. He knew everything you would do to tease him and when he finally found you, he’d make you know just how ferocious he really was.

He found your shirt a little ways in. He barely cast the garment an eye before continuing on, following the sweet, welcoming trail of your scent.

As he continued on, he slowed his pace, pausing every now and again to scent the air and scan the trees in the distance. The closer he was, the stronger your scent would be, and he’d be able to see you through the darkness.

He found your bra, then your leggings, and finally, when a wave of your heat washed over him, he spotted your panties laid out on the ground, damp with slick. He picked them up, raising them to his face so he could smell your warm, sweet pussy. The slick was still warm…

You were close.

He kept going, careful to keep his boots quiet on the leaves. He crossed a small stream and picked up your scent again, this time going up the bank. He grunted as he climbed up, and that’s when he saw you, walking quickly through the trees only a hundred feet away.

You stiffened when you heard a branch snap on the ground. Instinctively, you turned, only to find the area behind you vacant. The crickets chirping had dissipated, and there was nothing but the sound of the wind in the trees. Heart pounding in your chest, you continued on, your hands beginning to tremble as a bolt of fear shot through your stomach.

Sam could be anywhere… in front of you, behind you, watching your every move…

When two large, powerful arms shot out from the darkness and wrapped around you, you let out a scream of surprise. A hand clapped down over your mouth, and Sam’s voice echoed in your ear.

“Caught ya.”

You began playfully wriggling and squirming in Sam’s arms, making him struggle to keep his grip. He grunted, then chuckled darkly as he shoved you to the ground, holding you down with a palm between your shoulder blades as he reached down to pull his cock from his already unbuttoned jeans. You felt the hot tip of it against the back of your thigh and let out a muffled cry. Slick coated your folds and squirted onto his cock when he lined up, your heat flaring at the promise of your Alpha’s knot.

“That’s a good Omega,” Sam growled, “you’re gonna take this big cock balls deep, aren’t you?”

You arched your back, playfully trying to squirm away. You dug your fingernails into the ground, caking them with wet dirt. Sam rutted himself through your folds, bending over to crush you between the earth and his chest. When he shoved himself inside you, right down to the root of his dick, you let out a high-pitched scream and reached behind you, desperate to hold onto some part of him.

“Stay fuckin’ still,” Sam ordered, “don’t move.”

His thrusts were hard and punishing. You felt your body scraping roughly over the earth, and Sam reached underneath you to hook his forearm across your shoulders. His grunts and growls were loud in your ear, and when you stifled a cry, he raised his free hand, landing a smack on your ass.

“Scream all you want,” he snarled, “it’s just—fuck—us… I wanna hear you.”

You choked when he drove himself deeper, leaning back to hold your hips. When he spanked you again, you finally let out another high-pitched yelp. He huffed between his primal groaning, and you felt your pussy squirt on his dick when he pounded against your sweet spot.

“Oh, that’s it.” Sam reached underneath your body to rub your clit as your slick gushed over his balls, “fuckin squirt on my cock… you gonna cum?”

The sound you made in reply only made him smirk, and his pace only increased. His hips smacked against your ass hard enough to surely leave bruises. His hands were firm on your body, fingers splayed wide as he held you tight against him. He gave a particularly hard thrust as his hips stuttered, his knot beginning to swell inside you.

“Lemme in, baby,” he growled, swiveling his hips to coax your receptive cervix open. “C’mon, I can feel you opening up for me… gonna fuckin’ put my load right in your little womb.”

You let out a high-pitched mewl as his cock slipped through the ring of muscle. He shouted as it fit snugly around the head of his dick and shoved you forward, crushing you against the earth. His long, hot, sweaty body draped over yours as he panted and grunted his way to ecstasy. His fingers quickened on your clit, and you screamed again as your orgasm burst free, your walls clenching down around his dick and forcing his knot to pop inside you.

Sam growled and scratched at your body, his chest heaving as he collapsed on top of you. You could feel the hot, thick bursts of Alpha cum filling your womb, and you bucked your hips back, whimpering mindlessly as Sam buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Finally, you managed to come down from your high. Sam was still panting and grunting against your shoulder, his entire body heaving with pleasure.

“Fuck.” He kissed the side of your neck and shifted his weight, holding himself up on top of you. “Good girl, baby…”

“I can feel it,” you moaned, “I can feel your cum in me, Alpha.”

Sam hummed and nipped your shoulder. “You took it all, ‘Mega… I love you so much.”

You sighed happily, turning your head to kiss him. “I love you too.”

It took several minutes for Sam to be able to pull out. He tucked himself back into his jeans and helped you stand, noting the slight swell of your lower belly. He’d cum so much that you were swollen with it.

“Can’t wait for there to be a pup,” he murmured, running his fingers over your slightly mudstained skin. “Gonna keep you nice and filled up until you’ve got a pup in here.”

You sighed happily. “I’d love that.”

Sam growled and pulled you against him. “Let’s go home, baby… I’m not done with you yet.”

You shivered as he took your hand. “Yes, Alpha.”

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