#mini wish haul

[moody-alcoholic]

This Is Going To Hurt

Part 1 - Die Another Day

Summary: Poly141 x reader, established relationship, medic reader, kidnapped reader, mini fic.

CW: Dead dove don’t eat, torture, waterboarding, descriptions of wounds, kidnapping, assault, blood, strangulation.

Previous parts - masterlist- next AO3

Enjoy <3

You wake to darkness.

Your head throbs, there’s a stinging down your arm. 

The floor feels like sand, you force yourself to sit up against the wall. There’s sand everywhere, in your mouth, nose, eyes, even under your clothes.

The dark has you disorientated, you can’t remember what happened, you were in the convoy. You remember the drive, the truck ahead of you being blown off the road. You don’t remember much after that. 

You decide to crawl, you need to know how big this place is, find an exit. Maybe you’re at a safehouse somewhere. No, there’s no safehouse you know that has sand for the floor. As soon as you move you cough, your throat is dry, your lips are raw and cracked. 

You bring your hand up spluttering as it sends throbbing pains through your head. A door opens and light floods the room, the coughing stops as you bring your hand up to block the light.

You hear shouting in arabic. Shit, this is not good. You feel round your body, you've been stripped to just underwear and a shirt. The figure moves from the door and you hear more voices. People rush in the room, you don’t have anything to defend yourself with. 

You kick and fight as best as you can. Digging your heels into the floor as the strangers pick you up by your underarms and drag out the room. Your left arm stings, you grit your teeth trying to press your feet down. They just lift you up off the floor, pulling you along. 

You’re taken into another room and thrown on the ground. This room has a light, you look round your head still throbbing, you don’t get time to take in your surroundings or assess damage before the door opens again. A man with his face covered walks in dragging a chair behind him. He places it down in the middle of the room as you back away.

“Sit.” He says in English, you can hear the thick arabic accent. There’s another man guarding the door with an AK in his hands. You swallow hard not moving, They’re going to have to force you if they want anything. 

You can just about see his eyes, that’s all you can see. You don’t know where you are or if anyone else is here too. You hope not, you hope they’re all okay. Fuck. What if they’re here with you, in a different part of this place. You’re not even sure what to call it, it’s barely a building. 

“Sit.” He says again. You hold your ground staring him down. He says something in Arabic before coming over to you. His fist slams into the side of your face. It snaps your head to the side. His hand comes down gripping a fist of your hair. You cry out as you’re dragged over to the chair, your eyes fill with water fogging your vision. 

He lets go of your hair as he and the other man haul you to your feed and throw you into the chair. You blink the tears away. They don’t bother tying you down. What are you going to do? Run? You wouldn’t stand a chance. You can’t believe this, you have assume you’re alone, you have to assume no one is coming for you. 

“British, medic.” He says. You look over at the other man in the room. Maybe if he didn’t have a gun you could take them. You’ve spared enough with Johnny and Simon, they’ve taught you how to fight 2 people at once. You’d be shot before you would even be able to get a good hit off. 

“What unit?” He asks, you look back over to him. You wish you could see his expression, it would give you a better idea of what he’s thinking. Now you can understand why people find Ghost so intimidating. You won’t give him anything. 

You’ve been trained for this. Not much, but you have a better chance than most. 

“What base were you stationed at?” He asks moving closer to you. You can taste blood in your mouth, your arm still stings, you’ve definitely been injured. His fist crashes into your cheek again. You grip the seat of the chair so you don’t fall off. This time you feel your teeth bite down on the inside of your mouth. 

“Let’s try again. What unit?” He’s already raising his voice. You cough clearing your airway. The taste of blood makes your stomach turn. You can feel adrenaline flowing through you now, your head stops spinning, your pain turns into a dull throbbing. You feel your heart rate pick up. 

The man's hand grips around your throat forcing you to look up at him. You can’t breathe your hands squeeze the chair. 

“What is the name of your unit?”He shouts through gritted teeth. You almost want to laugh, you’ll never tell him, you’ll never give them up. But you would like to be able to breathe again. You build up a ball of blood and saliva in your mouth and spit it in his face. 

You regret it as soon as you’ve done it. He lets your neck go though and you suck in a gulp of air. It makes you cough again, your hand going up to your neck, it’s raw, painfull. The man shouts something in Arabic and the man on the door moves. 

You’re still gasping for air when the butt of his weapon crashes into your head. Your body is thrown off the chair to the ground. You squeeze your eyes closed as nausea rises in you, there’s a ringing in your ears and a throb in your head.

He flips you to your back and you look up at him. His hands rap round your throat, his knee pressing on your chest. You try and fight him, scratching, kicking your legs. Black spots start appearing in your vision. 

This is it, this is how you die. You just hope you were right and you’re the only one here. 

Simon, Johnny, Kyle and John, that's who you think about. That’s all you think about in your last moments. 

___

Johnny clenches his jaw, he’s tried to ignore the anger bubbling in him. 

Price hasn’t stopped pacing, Laswell tried to calm him down first. That went about as well as Simon’s attempt. He doesn't know what to say, what to do. For once he’s happy to just wait for orders. 

He hears Gaz walk back into the room. He goes over to the table and puts a file down. Ghost walks over to pick it up. 

“Shepherds on the line.” Laswell says. 

“Put him through.” Price stops pacing and pulls a laptop round to face him. 

“Anything new?” Gaz asks, leaning over. Johnny just shakes his head. 

“Captain it is 2am, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Shepherd's voice comes through the laptop speakers. 

“The convoy was compromised.” Price says. 

“And this could not wait until the morning because?” Shepherd sighs.

“We have one MIA.” 

“Who?” 

“Does it fucking matter?” Price snaps. It makes Johnny’s stomach turns. 

“I warned you taking the medic was a bad idea captain.” Shepherd says. Johnny hears Gaz grit his teeth. “I don’t know what you want me to say?” 

“We’re going after her.” Price says. 

“John. Don’t make me do this:” He warns. He’s not going to stop them, no one is going to stop them. Johnny’s still not quite sure why Price wanted to call him in the first place. 

“How did the convoy get compromised?” Price asks stepping away from the laptop. Ghost hands him the file. 

“You tell me?” Shepherd replies. Johnny looks over at Laswell, she hasn’t moved. 

“You gave us the intel.” 

“You organised the convoy.”  Shepherd says, Johnny can hear the irritation in his voice. 

“Based on your intel.” John turns around handing the folder to Laswell. Now Johnny’s curious.

“What’s in the folder?” He whispers to Gaz. He shrugs, he didn’t look. 

“What happened to the convoy? Were there casualties?” Shepherd asks. 

“5 KIA, 1 MIA.” Simon says, Johnny looks over at him. Ghost was more than happy to lock himself in a room and do Price’s paperwork while Price went on a rampage. 

“No body?” 

“No body.” Price replies. 

“Look again. We cannot push into al-qatala territory. If they have her-” 

“They have her.” Price interrupts him. 

“You have your orders Captain. Clean up your mess, finish the job then we will talk about getting her back.” Shepherd orders, raising his voice. 

“I’m done cleaning up your messes General.” Price says leaning back over the laptop. “Laswell will send you the intel.” 

“Don’t do this John. You’re making the wrong decision.” Shepherd says. Price just lets out a sigh. “If they have her she’s a prisoner of war. We have a protocol for this.” 

“I’m not waiting for you to negotiate. I’m done, we’re getting her back, with or without your permission.” Price says ignoring Shepherd's comments. 

“John.” Laswell pipes up, everyone turns to look at her. She gets up showing him something on her laptop. Ghost looks over his shoulder.

“If you do this, Captain we will have to stop you.” Shepherd says. 

“I’d like to see you try.” Price says, he nods at Laswell and she ends the call. 

“What now?” Gaz asks, stepping up to the table. 

“They have her, she’s alive.” There’s a collective sigh around the room. It only lasts a few seconds, silent glances are shared between them. 

“Gaz, Soap. We need a vehicle. Ghost, we need ammo, explosives. We need to leave here stocked.” Price says ordering people around. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Laswell asks, Price shoots her a glare. 

“We’re getting her back.” John says. 

“He’ll send the shadows after you. I can try and hold them off for as long as I can. I can buy you 48 hours max.” Laswell says. 

“That’s all we’ll need.” John replies. “Don’t sacrifice yourself for us Kate. We'll handle it.” 

___

When you open your eyes again the pain in your head is worse. There’s a bright light above you that forces you close your eyes. 

“Don’t move.” Someone says, this time the accent is not as thick, there is a hint of something there. You turn your head to the side, you see someone’s hands are on you. You see the gash on your arm. It stings as they dab round it. 

You’re laid on something hard, a table you think. You try to move your arms and legs, this time you are tied down. You can feel wet on your back, you can’t tell if it’s sweat or water. You look round the rest of the room. There’s a breeze, you can feel it, cool and refreshing. There’s a sink and a hose, buckets of water and dirty rags. 

You know what’s going to happen. 

You look back at the person. His face is also covered, this time instead of bandanas and scarves it’s just a balaclava. It reminds you of Ghost, Simon, one of the people you promised you would spend the rest of your life with. 

Maybe they’re looking for you, it doesn’t matter you have to assume the worst. 

“They’re going to hurt you. I would recommend talking.” The stranger says,  definitely an accent from somewhere else. You watch as he wraps your arm in bandages. 

If you talk they’ll kill you. Surely he knows that.  

You’re not going to talk, you’re not going to give up the people you love. You try to remember what John taught you. You need to focus on a happy place, something you can retreat into while they torture you. 

Torture you, it makes you swallow hard, fear rises in you. You can’t panic, panicking will make it worse. 

They’re not going to kill you, they want intel. They hit the convoy but they need intel, otherwise you’d be dead. 

Something went wrong, and now they have you. 

The stranger stands up dragging his chair to the corner of the room and coming back with a roll of cling film. You look away as he starts to wrap your arm, fear bubbles in you again, the pit in your stomach won’t go away this time.  

This is going to hurt, it’s going to be hard. You have to stay strong though. If you love them you have to stay strong. 

The door to the room opens and another voice addresses the man wrapping your arm in plastic. You look back up at the ceiling, the light burns your eyes. Someone’s hand pulls your head to the side.

Another covered face. Another repetitive voice. 

“What is the name of your unit?” He asks, you think it’s the same voice from before. You don’t say anything. He lets your face go, you hear the door open again. More people come into the room, more people talking in arabic. 

You turn your head to the other side, the person who patched you up is gone. A hand grips your hair pulling your head back on the table. You’re forced to look up at the ceiling, the light and the grip on your hair makes tears form. 

“What base are you stationed at?” The same voice asks. You grit your teeth, your lips are sore now too, cracked and dry, they won’t be like that for long. 

The sound of sloshing water makes you feel sick. You can do this. 

You close your eyes. You need to find a happy place, somewhere you can focus on. 

Johnny and his smile. The way he looks at you with those pretty blue eyes. 

Johnny and his pretty blue eyes, that's what you’re going to focus on. 

A wet rag is pressed over your nose and mouth, you hear the hose start. This is it, you have to be brave. You have to be silent. 

If you want to keep them alive, you have to suffer. 

Your body is already pulsing with pain. This is really going to hurt.

Part 2

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[angel-of-the-moons]

Ill Met by Moonlight

Khonshu x Fem!Stripper Moon Knight!Reader

Summary: You are Khonshu's Moon Knight. Although your "normal" job isn't what many expect from a superhero...

Nor does your god realize just what his presence means to your peers.

TW/CW: Reader is a stripper, Exotic dancing, strippers, lap dances etc. All the NSFW stuff that comes with that job, don't ask Khonshu where he gets the money because I don't know. Predator featured, but don't worry he dies :D

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: This came to mind because I've been constantly thinking about the little AU that @drinkingwithkhonshu and I came up with in my little "Moonlight" post. I figured a nice way to wind down from the chaos of hurricane Helene, indulging my brainworm would be fun.

"And that concludes our little Moonlight's song and dance. Pretty as a painting, am I right, fellas?" The DJ said over the stereo system as you walked back behind the curtains.

Your set on stage concluded with a rather decent haul. Although you did have half a mind to kick one patron in the face when he threw literal nickels at you...

You sighed, pulling your mask down long enough to wipe the sweat off your face and adjust your hair beneath your hood.

Then, you reached down and adjusted the pasties covering your nipples--shaped like crescent moons--and re-examined yourself in the mirror.

Surely, not what many would expect the Avatar of an ancient god to wear in place of ceremonial armor, but.... Well. Sometimes video game logic worked in your favor.

Many of the cruel and evil men Khonshu dispatched you after often came to these clubs. You were an "amateur" dancer--meaning you would hop from club to club, working there long enough as a temporary hire to make pay but long enough to build a rapport with your targets before eliminating them for your god.

Your nose scrunched as you adjusted the ties to your g-string, fidgeting slightly to get comfortable in the scrap of clothing once again. You then slipped your fingers beneath the edges of your thigh-high platform shoes and let them loose with a soft snap! to your skin; the latex material hugging your thighs once more.

As you ensured your mask was securely in place, one of your fellow dancers, who went by the stage name "Khandi" (pronounced "Candy") walked up to you, her heels clicking on the glittery floor of he dressing room.

She wore a thin, sequined mini-dress that cut just beneath her bust line and was cut so short you could easily make out the panties she wore beneath.

"Hey, girl." She smiled at you.

You smiled back. You always treated the dancers with respect--male and female--because their line of work was dangerous as well as entertaining to many.

Which is another reason they were your preferred hunting grounds for you to dispense Khonshu's "justice".

"Khandi. What's up?" You asked curiously, leaning into the mirror to apply just a bit more silvery eyeshadow.

"Oh, y'know..." She snickered, leaning her hip against the dressing table, "Just that your usual guy is here. Again. And wants to see you. For another private dance."

Your hand stills and you look at her, "Again?"

Khandi grins and crosses her arms, "Mhmm. God, I wish he'd ask me to dance for him once in a while. Dude has it bad for you."

You rolled your eyes and laughed softly, "Mmm, if you say so."

"If she says so?" Another coworker, Mina grins, the shorter woman bouncing up to you.

"You're the only girl he ever asks a dance from. I swear, is he your boyfriend or something? Didn't picture you as the DILF-lovin' type..."

You sigh, trying not to laugh, "I--hah..."

Shaking your head, you roll your eyes again, "It's.... complicated? I'm not entirely sure how to categorize our.... situation."

You had some affection for him, sure, but--

Mina shoves your shoulder with a snort-laugh, "I knew it!"

Khandi grinned at you once again as you peeked out of the curtain to see a certain tall, bronzed, serious-faced man looking right at you, as if he knew you were going to look out at him.

He gives you a ghost of a smile, and nods his head ever so slightly, the slight wrinkles at the corners of his eyes creasing a bit more, the silver in his dark hair and beard almost shimmering beneath the pulsing lights.

He then turns and dips into the private room, waiting for you.

Khandi grins and nips her bottom lip, "Ugh, okay, I don't normally like the older guys who come in here because they're creepy--but god is he hot! He's really rocking the silver fox look."

You roll your eyes and look at her as Mina snorts again, "Well, he's not my type, but he is kinda nice! One of the customers got too grabby with me after I told him I didn't want to dance because i was on a break, and your mysterious stranger over there practically twisted his arm off and walked him out the door!"

You smile beneath your shroud, "Yeah... Sounds like him. He hates it when people take advantage of others. Has a bit of a moral code, that one..."

"Oh, so you do know him more than just the occasional lap dance!" Khandi grinned, waggling her eyebrows.

You shove her playfully and walk past her, "And it's none 'o your business, nosey!"

You could hear the gaggle of giggling fall quiet behind you as the next song pulsed through the air, the base vibrating the floor beneath your feet.

Your hand closed around the knob to the room, and you swiftly closed it. The lights were a very very low shade of purple-red, pulsing in slow waves along the LED strips that lined the couches along the walls.

And perched oh-so casually on one of those chairs, was not the same man who walked into the room a minute prior.

He was no longer the tanned handsome older man who walked in; though he wore the same crisp, white suit.

Khonshu nodded his head to the side, his large bony beak sweeping a bit as he spoke, "Your most recent performance was interesting. Though I have a suspicion that many of those men's wives will not like the glitter you threw over the crowd."

He patted one of his gloved hands to his thigh expectantly at you, and you silently obeyed the request, walking with a slight swagger to your hips before you straddled his lap; your hands coming to rest casually on his chest as you smiled.

"Well, I didn't just name it the Starlight Shower for shits and giggles, old man." You tilted your head, "And besides, if their wives find out they're getting lap dances in some dingy club instead of staying home and loyal that's on them. My work is done. They deserve whatever fate they made themselves."

Khonshu laughed, "Or the occasional embezzler using his partner's money to hire companionship for the evening."

His hands found their way to your hips as you settled yourself more firmly in his lap, the soft fabric of his suit pants wonderfully smooth beneath the cheeks of your ass.

His hands slid over your curves, almost possessively as his beak brushed the side of your face gently, "Speaking of which...."

"Already taken care of." You hummed, rubbing your cheek along the smooth bone of his skull; "I left the fool with his pants around his ankles and his laptop open in the hotel room."

Khonshu hummed his approval--the man he'd sent you after was a predator--for both women and underage girls. You'd been impersonating a child in an online chat room for weeks, using filters to appear much younger than your actual age, slowly manipulating him into agreeing to meet you in a hotel somewhere.

From there, you met him in the hotel, smugly noticing how disappointed he was that you weren't some young girl; his disappointment morphing quickly into rage as he realized you intended to trap him.

He had told you too much, sent too much--confessed too much. He needed to cover his tracks. That's how he thought his night would go...

With him dumping your body in a drainage ditch, hoping to read in the news about some poor "hooker" being murdered by a John.

He didn't expect for you to fight back--let alone summon your crescent darts and fling them into his chest, taking the last to plunge it into his heart.

You staged the crime scene; used a USB to get past his laptop's security, and opened every single incriminating file--and you felt like your soul needed a cleansing at those images afterwards--and left out of the back entrance, letting your darts dissolve into thin air to further stage the crime scene.

It would look as if he was meeting one of the young girls he was grooming--perhaps a parent, guardian or older sibling got there first.... Perhaps they killed him in a rage at how he was abusing their relative.

They wouldn't know it was you he was meeting. Not with how you paid off the security officer to conveniently stage the cameras to be "down", and the clerk at the front counter to forget you were there, and to "forget" to have you sign in....

It went off without a hitch. You uncovered an illegal human trafficking program, and saved many lives. Both women and girls.

A wonderful dispensation of justice, and Khonshu was proud of you for how wonderfully you orchestrated it all.

You leaned back as you feel his large hands smooth over your cheeks, tugging your hips closer to his, "A wonderful job, my little Moonlight. There is another man here I want you to go after. He is the leader of a gang of criminals and they are intending to bomb a business that will not pay them for "protection". He holds many innocents under his thumb."

"I'm guessing he's the douche who likes to play grab-ass with the other girls when they walk by? The guy with the tattoo on his fingers?" You sighed.

"Yes." Khonshu said simply, not surprised that you already sniffed him out.

"All right. I'll try to get him away from his friends and "take care" of him. It'll be a little bit difficult, though. His cronies like to hover."

"You will figure something out." Khonshu hummed, his thumbs plucking the straps to your g-string almost playfully.

When you went to try and stand up, his hands gripped your hips once again and pulled you down; his voice dropping to a low timbre that was on par with the base that thumped through the walls.

"Where are you going, pet? I believe I hired you for a private dance, did I not?"

Unlike your usual methods of operation, you stayed at your current club. You'd grown a little attached to the girls.

Often coming to their defense and fending off clients who got too handsy or rough with them.

Once, a man had grabbed the youngest dancer, Millie by the wrists and yanked her into his lap; grabbing her so tight her delicate wrists bruised.

Khonshu had stepped in first--scooping his arm around Millie's waist and whisking her out of the man's lap--before you grabbed him by his greasy shirt and shoved him towards the door.

"She said no, you fucking pig." You snarled from behind your mask.

"You bitches 're paid to be sluts." He slurred, sneering at you. "Th' fuck she turnin' me down for? I got money!"

"We aren't hookers, you piss stain." You replied, eyes narrowing dangerously as your fists tightened.

"Now leave. Touch any of these girls again, and I will gouge your eyes out with my heels myself. Go home with the friend attached to your wrist--it's obvious the two of you are well-acquainted with each other already. You won't get lucky with a woman around here, anyway."

"You fuckin' bitch!" He barked, face red with rage as he lunged at you.

Despite wearing your clunky, impossibly high platform heels, you were able to deftly drop to the ground, sweeping out your leg and tripping him, making him smash his face on the floor and breaking his nose in the process.

You stamped your foot on his chest as he rolled over to glare up at you, attempting to staunch the flow of blood form his nostrils.

"You should go back to school." You sneer as everyone in the room laughs. "Or maybe take a kick-boxing class. I'm a stripper and I just kicked your ass in heels."

You grabbed him by his disgusting shirt and shoved him towards the bouncer, "Get this piece of shit off my floor."

After that, Khonshu got an even bigger reputation with the dancers in the club. He would sit in a booth, watching from the shadows. All of your coworkers knew Khonshu did not mind if they sat near him--he was a safe space. He would help protect them when they were on break; he would even ensure they hydrated and fed themselves after an exhausting performance.

It had gotten to the point where your manager usually waived any purchases he made--not that he needed or wanted to drink, but he had to keep up appearances--and the dancers began to bring him things.

Takeout, bottles of water... things like that would often accumulate around him where he sat.

Half of your coworkers didn't even find him attractive, but they all agreed he was hot simply for the fact that he was willing to keep them all safe--both the guys and girls--when others would simply say they "had it coming" for being strippers.

Those that did find him attractive were shameless flirts. They knew he apparently only had "eyes" for you, but that didn't mean they didn't want him to know just how attractive his chivalry and good looks were.

Khandi was probably the most shameless, she would plainly lay across his lap and chat his ear off as Khonshu's eyes tracked your every move in the club. She knew what he was doing, but lavished being in the attention of such an attractive customer.

One night, Khonshu had inquired as to what a "DILF" even was, and why Khandi and a few others had apparently likened him to one. You couldn't stop laughing long enough to tell him. You never did, and it annoyed the fuck out of him.

With every little thing left to Khonshu, every whisper of his name on the lips of your coworkers, you noticed his powers gaining in strength.

It took you only a few days to connect the dots--the things they were leaving, the "hopes" your coworkers would utter that he would be there if you couldn't defend them from some jerk in the night, the attention they were giving him...

You had doubled over on the couch next to him, kicking your feet with tears in your eyes as you finally realized what that meant.

He had followers again. Even if they weren't in the practical or traditional sense--

Khonshu had essentially became the god of the strippers.

And the mere idea of the situation had you nearly crying and gasping for air as you laughed and laughed, and laughed...

Until Khonshu had pulled you across his lap and growled rather impatiently,

"Impudent little... I guess you need to be punished now, hm?"

Khandi certainly noticed how you didn't want to sit down for a little while after you came out of that room--and how smudged your meticulously applied mascara was...

[the-kr8tor]

Saw your requests open and decided to pop in real quick!

So, I found this video on tiktok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMrkqnBQj/ could you write a Hobie x nb!reader oneshot with that, please? 😆🙏

Hope you like it! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie brown x nb! Reader/ Spider-Punk x nb! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, FLUFF

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You haul the shopping bags over your shoulder, it's heavy and weighty in your hands. The canned goods and rice weigh you the most down. At least it's cool outside the grocery once the automatic doors open for you. And yet, you stop in your tracks the second your eyes land on Hobie and the kitten you fostered a few weeks ago. You didn't see her at first, but the second she pokes her cute head out, you almost burst into tears.

“Oh,” you can't help but coo from your position.

Hobie has stayed outside on the bench since they didn't allow the cat inside. They're under some shade and accompanied by a mini fan that Hobie brings above his head and towards the kitten laying atop his hair. Crumpet, you've lovingly named her, has situated herself on Hobie's hair, soft fur against his soft hair, tubby orange against dark locks. Her eyes are fully closed, tiny fluffy head resting upon his hairline. She's a picture of someone absolutely spoiled. You swear you could hear Crumpet purr from where you are.

You beam at them, footsteps quick as you get closer to the pair. “H-how? What?!”

Hobie shrugs, finding amusement in your reaction. He wishes he has a camera right now to capture the moment. “She just climbed on my shoulder and screamed in my bloody ear until I lifted her up on my head.”

“She did?” Cuteness overload has taken over your body. Grocery forgotten on the ground, you instinctively take your phone from your jean pocket, and then taking a hundred snapshots of them both in every conceivable angle. “That's the most adorable thing in whole fucking world! I wanna smooch her face off but I don't want to wake her up.” You groan from the cuteness, fists shaking from the sheer volume of adorableness in front of you.

“I'd take those smooches.” Hobie says, neck straight like a statue and frozen ever since Crumpet climbed up on his head. You move in-between his legs, to which he happily lets you in, slim fingers tugging you closer by your belt loop.

You chuckle, ducking your head down to cradle his face, giving him a chaste but a much needed kiss. “There, I'm going to give you and Crumpet so many goddamn kisses you'd beg for respite.”

Hobie realizes that the kitten isn't the only thing that has given you cuteness aggression. He grins up at you, hand slowly reaching for your own without disturbing the relaxed cat on top of him. “You won't hear any beggin’ from me, love.”

“Good,” you smile against another quick kiss. Leaning away, you pick at a stray kitten fur from his cheeks, blowing it away from him while he rubs lovingly at your wrists. “Let me guess, a few people have noticed and have taken pictures.”

Crumpet yawns above him, stirring but continuing to sleep in the coziest bed. Even though at home she likes to sleep inside discarded boxes despite the expensive bed you've bought for her. Her ear twitches, tail curling around herself, and you almost melted from the small movement.

Hobie flicks your side to get your attention, chuckling at how your eyes are practically glossing over from how cute the kitten is. “A few? Try a couple dozen of ‘em.”

You inhale, desperately trying to compose yourself but you still want to coo and and bite something, anything to quell the emotion. Sliding your hands down to his shoulder, you coax him up from the bench. “We gotta go home then.”

“Don't like sharin’?” He teases, standing up but still keeping his neck frozen like a statue, a hard task in itself.

You giggle, “yep! I like my baby and my other baby kept to myself, thank you very much.”

Hobie squeezes your nose, shaking your head. He thinks that he has caught your cuteness aggression, but for you this time. “Let's go home then, or we might end up on Ellen or some shit.”

[wistfulcynic]

the inn is a metaphor

They are terrible at running an inn. 

In the beginning. 

They don’t know the first goddamn thing about the hospitality industry. Or carpentry, plumbing, invoicing, logistics. Anything, really. They know nothing. 

They learn. 

There’s a lot of trial, even more error. But by the first time the Revenge returns for a visit they have something. A roof that doesn’t leak. Un-rotted floorboards. Nooks and crannies free from feral beasts of any kind. Zero spiders. Twin armchairs in front of the fire and a bed just big enough for the two of them. It’s a start. 

The Revenge comes bearing gifts. Wee John has knitted them some afghans and Frenchie sewed an enormous quilt, which takes pride of place on the bed. They’ve towed in another ship as well, a wreck whose timber they all pitch in to rebuild into an extension and some outbuildings. Roach helps them plant a kitchen garden and a medicinal one. 

Jackie gives them business advice and contacts for her old suppliers. Lucius has a guestbook for them, with marginalia he drew himself. Some of it at least is appropriate for guests to see. The rest…

“Are you planning to have guests who’ll faint at the sight of a cock?” Lucius inquires innocently. “Because I’ll be honest with you, that seems unlikely.” 

The idea of guests of any kind is still a long way off, but they’re getting there. They can envision it now, and not just as a wild fantasy they spin each other at night as they lie entwined with sweat cooling on their skin. They have actual plans, concrete ones, and a decent understanding of how to realise them. 

They get to work. 

Jackie’s contacts prove invaluable. Soon they have a liquor supplier, deals with local butchers, bakers, candlestick-makers, and even a reliable fisherman to give them first dibs on his haul. 

(It’s not Pop-Pop.) 

A few survivors of Zheng’s old crew hire on as housekeeping and kitchen staff. The soup is phenomenal. Ed learns how to make it and how to cook a fish without burning it. They have fresh-smelling towels, expertly folded. They have guest rooms, and soon they have guests. 

It’s an adjustment, having new people in their space. Some of the guests are gawkers, eager for a piece of Blackbeard and the Gentleman Pirate. They reserve the right to refuse service to anyone, namely those particular assholes. But other guests are much more pleasant. Locals looking for a bit of a mini-break, people from nearby islands wanting a getaway, even the occasional European who doesn’t know who they are. 

The guests are mostly happy with their stay. There’s excellent soup and decent fish, fresh linens and great views. The walls could be a bit thicker, perhaps, for everyone’s comfort, but the hosts are always most apologetic in the morning and offer copious marmalade in exchange for good reviews. 

The Revenge returns frequently, each time with some new trinkets and finery for their former co-captains. In exchange, they host bonfires on the beach with music and dancing and wine, until they all fall asleep together in a pile, so like the old days on the ship that Stede watches them in the soft light of the embers with tears in his eyes. 

“All right, love?” Ed asks him. He slips an arm around Stede’s waist. Stede tugs him in until Ed’s head is nestled against his shoulder. He strokes Ed’s hair. Ed sighs and snuggles closer. 

“I’m all right,” Stede says. “A bit nostalgic is all.” 

“You miss it.” 

“I miss the crew. I wish they could visit more often. I suppose I miss the sea, though of course it’s right there in front of us. But I’m happy, Ed. I have no regrets.” 

“Really?” The whisper of doubt in Ed’s voice has Stede pulling back to look down at his dear face. 

“Yes really! Do you doubt it?” 

“Kind of.” Ed shrugs. “It’s easier for me, I think. I was ready to be done with it, Stede. Desperate to do anything else but be Blackbeard. But you—you had just got started. You could be out there now with the crew, pirating away. You could be famous. You could—” 

“Ed Teach, you listen to me.” Stede’s got his Captain Voice on now and the sound of it has Ed’s stomach turning cartwheels, his dick leaping to attention. “I don’t care about any of that. I only wanted to be a pirate for the freedom. To escape my old life. But I have a life now that I would never want to escape. Do you know why?” 

Ed shakes his head. 

“Because I chose it. I chose you. I love you and I would be happy anywhere you were.” He cups Ed’s cheek in his palm and kisses his forehead, his nose, his lips. Ed moans and presses closer but Stede pulls back, just far enough to whisper, “You make Stede happy.” 

They spend that night alone in the inn, no guests, far enough from the beach that when they serve breakfast to the crew the next morning not a single smirk or smart remark is sent their way. 

They wave goodbye to their friends that evening and stand together on their porch to watch the ship sail off into the sunset. Stede turns to Ed with a smile. “New guests checking in tomorrow,” he says. “We should probably fix the creak in the door hinge of Room 1.” 

“I’ll do it,” says Ed, “if you polish the candlesticks. Fuckin’ polish makes my nose itch.” 

“Deal,” says Stede. He turns to head inside. “What’ll we have for dinner?” 

“Got a nice turbot we could roast.” 

“Ooh, fab.” 

The inn’s front door closes behind them. 

It’s still a bit rickety, their inn. It’s old, it creaks, it springs leaks from time to time. It’s hard work, keeping it going. But they are devoted to the task. Whatever it takes, they will see their inn thrive. 

It’s what makes them happy. 

[rottingbvnnyheart]

just as every time i get new things i wish i had a d*d bf bc i wanna do a mini haul bc i have this ignored inner child in me who constantly wants to share everything w someone and receive attention T-T

[ribroses]

Blogmas Day 2

Black Friday Haul !!!

i got a lot of cute 2014-esque things for Black Friday so I wanted to do a little haul for you!! 💝

Vacation by VACATION Perfume Sample i enjoyed this scent, i bought it because everyone was saying it smelled exactly like a summer day on the beach. it’s not my favorite summer scent, but it does smell good!!

VACATION Classic Whipped Sun Screen

Bath and Body Works Strawberry Snowflakes Body Wash I can’t find a link to the link to this specific product, but they do have a cute little set of the lotion, fragrance, and wash :) i’m very excited to use it this winter after Christmas, it smells delicious!

Victoria’s Secret Body Shimmer Oil, Pomegranate i looooove this, it is such a good shimmer oil , not to think like some body oils and the SMELLLLL it takes me back to the early 2010s, totally recommend, I can’t wait to use it in the summer!!

Victoria’s Secret Body Shimmer Oil, Coconut can’t find a link :(

Bath and Body Work Hand Sanitizer Set in true 2014 fashion, I needed to get a hand sanitizer set since I only have one, I wish they would bring back the old bottles!! 😩

Bath and Body Works Sanitizer Holder this is soooo cute, i feel like the pink camera design is so 2014/16. It also makes a clicking sound when you press the picture button!!

Victoria’s Secret Lip Gloss Set since they don’t have the philosophy lip glosses anymore, i though the VS one were very similar! i already have 3 and now my collection is at 12 (i wear these everyday, so I’m not just buying these to have them lol)

Single VS Lip Glosses; Berry Flash Sugar High Pink Mimosa Candy Baby

Lokai Bracelet veryyy summer of 2016/17

Victoria’s Secret Perfume Set i was going to buy multiple bottle of VS perfume, so instead i bought this perfume set of mini perfume, they’re so cute. specially the whole top row smells veryyy like perfume scents in 2014/15

Clinique High Impact Mascara Black Honey Black Mini

Clinique Take The Day Off Makeup Remover

Wet and Wild Liquid Brown Eyeliner bought this to practice my 2016 sharp ass cat eye lolllll

Essence Black Liquid Eyeliner

COVERGIRL Tinted Lip Balm Life Is Pink You’re The Pom i already had on of these and looove the color, totally recommend if your doing a no makeup makeup look!!!

Elf Lip Stain Cinnamon Dreamz

Elf Cream Eye Shadow Sand Dune

Elf Liquid Camo Liquid Blush Berry Well my favorite liquid blush

[heartfullofleeches]

For all the yans who have to deal with loser reader. How would they feel if loser reader was...well themselves every other day of the year, but on their birthday they damn near worship the ground they walk on? I mean, it's still loser reader so they'd probably still complain about it but they do everything their yan/s say and generally treat them like royalty on their special day

Melon - Yanbot: The most normal about it. All they desire is to wear your clothes and sleep the day away with you. They ask you to accompany them to the grocery store so they can pick out a cake with your favorite flavor and other things they wish they could try, and watch you eat them. They're cheerful year round, but any praise and they'll be over the moon. Sets a countdown until their next "birthday" and replays the recording from that day every night until that day

Elio - Saint Yan: The second most more about it... On the surface. "OH, haha - you don't need to do all this for me. I'm more than happy just having you here...." That's a lie - on all plains but physical they're doing cartwheels." Drags you to stores they'd never go into on any other day and doesn't try on anything until they see your interest peaked. "H-hey Y/n.... What do you think of this choke- I mean collar. It's not for me - it's for my cousins dog! I'm just wearing it for reference.... But um - since it's my day and all... would you call me your good pet and let me fall asleep on your lap?"

Blythe - Yan Angel: The true most normal about it. She appreciates the kind words, but all this gal wants to do is play mini golf and go to as many buffets you can find and fill yourself up on before they kick you out. She's still buying you everything you see as is her sugar mama ways, but she cries, begging you on her knees to use your tickets to buy her a spider ring from whatever arcade you end up at

Tsundere Yan: Fucking finally. Sucks that shit up like a fine soup. Doesn't give a damn about your whining and insists you call them your dearest or they won't answer you at all. Cancels the huge gathering planned and raises their middle finger to whoever tries to complain or lessen their time with you under their will and thumb. If they aren't having your kid by the end of the night there will be riots.

Yan Demon Trio: "Birthday??" "Outta my way, losers." One is the only one with an actual birthday as they were once human. Sure the others were born, but they don't count the day as important. One is living that birthday hype up. They applied to every rewards deal they could find and you are joining them to get their free cake, ice cream, and useless nicknacks. They demain you bake them a cake despite the haul they carry home and devour all it first no matter how terrible it tastes. They honestly miss being human, but it's not all bad since they met you.

The others watch One and want their own free shit day too. As with them - they enjoy the treats but love whatever you give them more. They close out the day with their favorite activity/hobby, draining you completely dry - only you wear whatever they buy you. For One it's some high quality lingerie, Two enjoys those cow bikinis, Three wants you to be their cute bunny - but they get too attached to seeing with the ears and settles for just the suit honestly

[tiny-trilobite-toys]

Went to the thrift store and bought a bunch of those toy bags

Real happy with my haul!

Gonna start doing this thing where I post a list of things I got in a haul under the cut

Top Row:

Yeti from Monsters Inc (Hasbro figure set 2001)

Alien from Toy Story (Can not find any information about year or collection)

Tigger from Winnie the Pooh (McDonalds Disney home video masterpiece collection 1996)

Elmer Fudd from Looney Tunes (Arby’s Looney Tunes kids meal set 1988)

Hanzo from Overwatch w/o base (Blizzard Cute but Deadly 2017)

Reaper from Overwatch w/o base (Blizzard Cute but Deadly 2017)

Second Row:

Tigress from Kung Fu Panda (McDonalds Dreamworks All-Stars 2022)

Mini Slumber Party Yasmin (Mini Bratz 2023)

Khalil the caterpillar as Jonah from Veggietales (2002)

Lost Kitties Snoopz (Lost Kitties Kit-twins series 2 2019)

Little gnome dude (1990s Kinder Egg toy)

Rockhopper from Club Penguin (Sometime around 2010)

Third Row (the Shopkins row):

Cookie Nut (Season Four 2014)

Caramel Topping (Season Six 2016)

Penny Wishing Well (Season Five 2016)

Happy Places Key Holder (Grand Mansion playset 2017)

Grace Baseball Bat (Season Five Super Shopper Pack edition 2016)

Veronica Vase (Season Five 2016)

Gracie Birthday Cake (Season Seven 2017)

Happy Places Umbrella Stand (Grand Mansion playset 2017)

Choc Chips (Season Six 2016)

Mintee (Season Four Glitzi Collector’s Case 2015)

Jilly Jam Roll (Season Five Super Shopper Pack edition 2016)

Tammy Tambourine (Season Five Super Shopper Pack edition 2016)

Fourth Row (Trash Pack Row):

Rotten Roll in Yellow (Series Three 2012)

Saver Krout in White (Series Five 2013)

Dung Bug in Purple (Gross Ghosts Series Two 2013)

Trashteroid in Green (Gross Ghosts Series Two 2013)

Grotty Fruity in Green (Gross Ghosts Series Two 2013)

Trash Top in Purple (Series Five 2013)

Skabby Shark in Light Blue (Series Three 2012)

Garbage Goat in Brown (Series Three 2012)

Sudz in Orange(Gross Ghosts Series Two 2013)

Burny in Green (Gross Ghosts Series Two 2013)

Burny in Purple (Gross Ghosts Series Two 2013)

Slime Python in Red (Series Three 2012)

Slime Python in Purple (Series Three 2012)

Cruddy Kebab in Lime (Series Three 2012)

Football Virus in Light Green (Series 7 2014)

Grot Pot in Yellow (Series Three 2012)

Fifth Row (Trash Wheels Row):

Beetle in Yellow (Series One 2013)

Fast Flea in Yellow (Series One 2013)

Muck Monster in Green (Series One 2013)

Last Row (Grossery Gang Row):

Rotting Toothpaste in Blue (Series One 2016)

Sour Milk in Blue (Series One 2016)

Fungus Fries in Purple (Series One 2016)

Stale Muffin in Blue (Series One 2016)

Sour Pineapple in Orange (Series One 2016)

[myrmyrtheorca]

DISCLAIMER: English isn't my first language, I apologize in advance for any spelling or syntax mistakes on my part. If you feel like something in my posts isn't clear and wish to correct me, please do so through DMs! I'll be more than happy to learn and improve.

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Killer Whale. (Ao3 profile) [A Katekyo Hitman Reborn Fanfiction]

LAST CHAPTER: ACT 1, Ch. 8 - The Abyss that Gazes Back [03/10] NEXT CHAPTER: ACT 1, Ch. 9 [ETA 31/10]

Character sheets: Myr (old ver), Lidija (old ver.), Anemone (old ver.), Tristam

Info sheets: Pallid Flame, found note

Tags:

#khr killer whale for anything about KW

OC tags: #myr killer whale, #lidija killer whale, #anemone killer whale, #tristam killer whale, #cavalieri family

#myell's mini haul for merch hauls

#myell thinks for headcanons and general KHR thoughts

#myell draws for doodles and artworks made by me

#ask the myell for ask games/answers

General info:

Ciao~ my name is Myell, my pronouns are she/her and this is both my personal blog and my fanfic's archive! Have a fun stay 🩵🦈

Killer Whale's chapters are normally released on a three-weeks schedule, so to give myself the time to translate and edit them without rushing. Still, be on the lookout for a post here or through #fanfic updates if anything needs to be delayed. Doing my best! Thank you for your patience ✨

Project Killer Whale (name to change? fuck it we ball) is a retelling of the canon story with the addition of a few OC elements, mainly the protagonist and her context. I don't have a beta reader. It's my first ever full fledged fanfiction, and it means a lot to me.

I'm always open to feedback and questions about my work, so do not hesitate to contact me through asks or DMs if you need to!

All the art I post is made by me (unless stated otherwise, like for comms posted with the artist's permission).

Ask box:

open and more than willing to accept any kind of questions, OC asks, questions about KW Project or KHR in general, ask games, questions about if Myell has eaten mold again this week

[taduki]

Fun-sized HCs: M6 w/ a Conspiracy Theorist MC

Yeah, that’s right, I’m making mini hcs cuz my full hcs are HUGE — they’re like oneshots. Also, yes any and all Inside Job fans come thru I’m begging. 🙏

Asra: If it were not for Julian, they would be the Major Arcana of conspiracies… I mean, when you died, he looked and looked for ways to bring you back when it’s generally supposed to be impossible. If you wanna mull over old books and scrolls for secrets that might not even be there, go right ahead! Will always tear you away from your studies to prevent you from going too far into the rabbit hole.

Julian: Omg!! Partners!! He obsessed over the plague and his best friends since then have been decaying tomes and mysterious ledgers. Though, he’d rather keep away from biology studies for a time, he’s all good with your investigations! He would accompany you on your ventures around the abandoned sides of Vesuvia as well as the not-so-abandoned sides… 😈

Portia: Confused… but delightfully interested! Wants to hear the most interesting stories you have. After all the fun you two had with the realms, who knows what’s gonna happen now! Is down to protect you anytime, but would prefer to keep you safe at home with just your theories. Wants to know everything that goes on in your cute little noggin. 💕

Nadia: Oh, well, now she can make use of that dusty, old section in the library! Is somehow surprised when you suddenly haul ass to the library… Really though, knowing a theorist is inquiring to her as a ruler. She’s cautiously intrigued in your interests, but would rather not intrude. Her concern for you shines through when you express plans to infiltrate or explore… Does her best to get you into events as lawfully as she can if you so wish.

Muriel: Doesn’t care, honestly 😭😭. After all you two have been through during the trip South, he’s had his fair share of magic and monsters already… DOES care when you show signs of the rabbit hole’s depths or plans to get into something dangerous. Begrudgingly accompanies you on expeditions, just to make sure you’re safe…

Lucio: Kind of cool, actually??? He never understood all of that magic junk that happened during the ritual, but secret societies and monuments are way cooler to him! Especially cooler now that you’re traveling and picking up stories from the locals. He’s down to muck up an old crypt anytime with you! Just… don’t expect him to be careful 😒…

[moody-alcoholic]

This Is Going To Hurt

Part 3 - Useful Hostage

Summary: Poly141 x reader, established relationship, medic reader, kidnapped reader, mini fic.

CW: Dead dove don’t eat, use of weapons, death, torture, blood, assault.

AN: My birthday is on Wednesday so I'm taking a break from writing to do birthday things.

Previous parts - masterlist- next AO3

Enjoy <3

You actually get a break from the torture. Which means you get some sleep. Maybe it’s a thank you, but more likely they’re going to let you get your strength back up before it continues. The room you’re being held in is small, there’s only the door, no windows or vents. 

In fact you haven’t seen the sun since you were taken. You have no idea what time of day it is, how long it has been. There’s no point in trying to keep track, they purposely avoid a schedule, come for you at what seems like random times to take you to the bathroom or for more torture. 

You’re woken mid sleep and dragged back into the wetroom. That’s what you’ve started calling it, you always leave the place wet and shivering. It’s getting harder and harder to fight against your instincts and keep quiet, not panic. The safe space in your mind is getting harder and harder to imagine, it’s almost like the mental barriers you try to put up are being pulled down one by one. 

“No one is coming for you.” The stranger says, you turn your head to look at him while you gasp for air.

“You’ll die here. Alone.” You can’t help but scoff. You always knew this would happen, now they’re switching up their tactics. Maybe they’ll try and flip you, try and promise you a new life. It’s not going to work, it will never work. 

He doesn’t try the new tactic for long before switching back to the questioning. At one point you think you pass out because the next thing you know your straps have been undone and you’re rolled on your side heaving onto the floor. 

Angry voices ring in your head before you’re hauled back to your room. Everything hurts, your stomach and your lungs. The wound on your arm- you’re pretty sure is infected at this point. You can barely keep yourself up as you're thrown back into the room and the door is slammed closed. Like you have the energy to do anything right now. You pull yourself up into the corner of the room. 

Laying down just makes your stomach turn. You wish it would end. For the first time you feel your resolve slip. 

He’s right, they’re not coming for you. You’ve always known that, you just didn’t want to admit it, somewhere deep down you hoped they would come for you. You feel tears come even though you’re too exhausted to cry. 

You just hope they’re safe wherever they are.

___

“We’re in.” Soap says in Price’s ear. 

“Keep it tight, we need at least one of them alive.” Price says. This is their only chance to get intel, without having to resort to other methods. Price and Gaz move to the front door of the small house. There’s at least 5 people in here, all hostile.

Price pushes through the door first hearing Gaz following behind him, Ghost and Soap will be making their way around the ground floor so Price makes a b-line for the stairs. He looks around quickly, making sure Gaz is following him as they make it up the steps. 

They take it one room at a time. There are 2 people both sleeping. They take them out silently, hands over their mouths, their throats slit. Price takes the first one, Gaz gets the second one. 

There’s no third floor which means the last 3 are on the ground floor. 

“Ghost, sitrep.” 

“Ground floor’s clear. 2 down, one in custody.” He responds. 

“We’re clear here too.” Price responds and nods at Gaz to make it back down the stairs. When they make it into the living room, Ghost and Soap already have him tied to the chair. 

“He speaks English.” Ghost says his eyes meeting Price. They’ve done a good job, they were quick, they have what they need. 

“Yeah, beggin’ for his life when we got him.” Soap says. Price sighs walking round the chair to stand in front of the man. He shouts something in Arabic. Price’s patience is wearing thin already. He has to keep cool, keep it together. 

It’s like there’s a timer in his head though, ticking down each second, minute, hour. The longer they take, the more chance you’ll be killed. The thought makes his stomach sink, he swallows the lump in his throat and lets the adrenaline calm his mind. 

“You took a hostage. Female, British, medic, we want to know where she is.” Price says. The man's eyes flick to him, there’s blood on his forehead.

“I don’t know anything about a medic.” He says. It’s a lie, Price knows that. He nods at Ghost who throws his fist into the man's face. As Ghost straightens back up, Price watches the man spit blood. 

“The hostage. Where is she?” Price asks. 

“Fucking American pigs!” He snaps spitting at Price’s feet. Price crosses his arms looking over at Ghost, who pulls a knife off his vest. 

“The hostage!” Price snaps. The man just laughs and Price lets out a sigh. Ghost walks over and plunges the knife into his thigh. He screams thrashing against the chair, shouting in Arabic. Price goes over bending down in front of his face. 

“Tell us where she is.” He orders through gritted teeth. 

“I don’t know.” He says between breaths. Price doesn’t believe him, he has to know something. Suddenly there’s a beeping Price shoots up watching as everyone raises their weapons towards the origin of the noise. 

Soap is the closest and he moves over to the table. “It’s a laptop.” He calls lowering his weapon. 

“Bring it over.” Price says and he comes over placing it down on the coffee table. When they open it, it shows a page with a video. In the middle a chair, the backdrop is all al qatala flags, Price sees the red ‘live’ watermark flashing in the corner of the video.

“What the hell?” Gaz asks. Price reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. 

This can’t be good. 

__

The door to your cell opens, jolting you from sleep. It’s Sayyid, he has a bottle of water. You don’t even want it. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks putting the bottle down on the floor. You scoff as you move yourself back into the corner. Your body is stiff and sore, you wonder how long you were asleep for. 

“Fuck you. You don’t care.” You say. 

“I came to ask for your help.” He says, you look up at him confused. You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You laugh, maybe you’re dead and this is hell.

“There was a missile strike, injured are being brought here.” Sayyid says. 

“Oh my God you’re not joking.” You say. He looks somber as he shakes his head. You get up to your feet taking a step towards him.

“I’m not helping patch up terrorists.” You say with anger in your voice. How dare he ask you to help the very people keeping you here. 

“Innocent people are hurt too. Civilians with no affiliation. You took an oath when you became a medic. Do no harm.” He says. Fuck him, how dare he throw that in your face. 

“Fuck you!” You spit your fist crashes into his face. “I spent the last few days being tortured and you want to lecture me about not wanting to help terrorists.” 

The door to the room opens, someone steps in but Sayyid shouts at them holding his hand up. You watch as he rubs his cheek. You wish you had the energy to throw a proper punch, you wish you broke his nose. 

“Your allies are the ones firing the bombs at us!” He snaps. You shake your head, you don’t have to help them. No one would blame you. 

You look back up at Sayyid. You would blame yourself though, you will blame yourself. Do no harm, who dares wins, none of it fucking matters at the end of the day. 

You joined to help people, to make a difference. You've treated the enemy before and if you get out here you will again. You won’t treat them, the people holding you here, just the innocent people caught in the crossfire. 

“Why are civs coming here and not going to a hospital?” You ask. He looks up at you sad. “Shit, they hit the hospital.” 

Fucking Americans. Why did they fire on a hospital? Maybe it was a stray? 

“They’re diverting critical cases elsewhere but we have to pick up the rest.” 

“I can’t believe this. I’m your prisoner. Why do you even trust me?” You say throwing your arms up.

“I don’t but what are you going to do? Run? You wouldn’t make it to the door.” He says. “We need- I need help. You might as well be useful.” 

“Okay. I need to see what you’re working with though.” You say crossing your arms. He nods and moves to the side so the man standing behind him can grab you. 

His grip is strong, his fingers digging into your skin as he drags you down corridors and staircases. You catch your first glimpse of the outside world. It’s dark out, you don’t get to look for long before you’re dragged away. You’re moving deeper and deeper into the building and down more stairs. You’re pretty sure you’re on the ground floor, or a basement by now. 

You’re about to go through some double doors that you assume lead deeper into a basement. This place is huge, way bigger than you thought it was. Suddenly there’s an eruption of shouting. You’re stopped and you turn behind you to see 3 men walking towards you. They sound angry, they have weapons in their hands. 

Sayyid walks past you talking to them. He gets shoved out the way and two of them grab you. You resist this time. 

“What the hell!” You snap. You look back at Sayyid who looks confused as you’re dragged back to the stairs.

“What’s going on?” You ask as you’re pulled up them. Something's wrong, somethings changed. They shout at you in Arabic as they continue to drag you down the corridors. You’re bought into a room and it makes your stomach sink. 

There are more terrorists, all holding weapons. One of the walls is covered by al qatala flags, there’s a chair and a camera, lights and a microphone. The whole place looks like a shitty movie studio. You’re dragged over to the chair and they force you down. You have to squint and the lights are bright in your eyes. 

The two men stand directly behind you. One them presses the barrel of his weapon against the base of your skull. You feel sick, your body freezes up. You look over and you can see yourself on a laptop screen, this is live. They’re doing a livestream? Why? 

There’s no way this ends well, you wonder if 141 are watching. You hope not. 

One of the men comes up to you and hands you a piece of paper. You look down at it then back up at him. 

“Read.” He says. You swallow looking back down quickly. 

“I can’t read.” You say. You’re not going to give them what they want that easily. He hits you with the butt off his weapon, it stings forcing your head to the side. His hand then grips round your neck forcing your head up to see him. 

“Read!” He spits before letting your head go. You clear your throat and look back down at the piece of paper in your hands. 

“In response to the recent missile attacks by the Americans on civilian targets including a local hospital.” You pause for a second looking over at the laptop. The barrel of the weapon is pressed harder into your head. 

“We have no other choice but to-” Your eyes snap up at the man standing next to the laptop. This can’t be real, this is not how things work. 

You’re worth something to them, you're a hostage. You look back down at the words on the paper. Apparently not. 

“Execute the hostage.” You finish. This is it, this is how you die. You feel fear rise in you, there’s no way you can get out of this you’re dead anyway. The paper is ripped out of your hands. You look back over at the laptop. Now you really hope they’re not watching. 

The man by the laptop moves to the front of the camera and says something in Arabic. You look down at the floor, you're not sure what you're feeling. Sadness, fear, confusion.

You're about to die.

You won’t cry, you won’t give them the satisfaction. When he’s done talking he comes over and presses a pistol to your temple. 

You look into the camera, you wish you could see them one more time, the people in the room start chanting when they’re done the man moves to stand in front of you. The barrel moving to your forehead. You look at him, right in his eyes. 

See you in hell fucker, you let yourself smile. He doesn’t deserve to break you, even now. You let out a breath and think of them all, John and Simon, Kyle and Johnny. You never stopped loving them. 

There’s a loud bang of a door being thrown open. Someone shouting in arabic. The gun barrel is pulled from your forehead. The man moves and you look over to see Sayyid rush in. There are more angry voices, people shouting. You wish you knew what they were saying. 

The same man turns back around to you, you see confusion in his eyes.

“Is it true, you are part of 141?” Your stomach sinks. How did they know? You didn’t tell them. His fist crashes into your face.

“Answer!” He demands. You’re not going to say anything. He pulls out a knife pressing it up against your throat. 

You swallow and it digs into your skin. “Where are they?” He spits. You keep as still as you can, your heart is pounding in your chest. you hold your breath.

“I don’t know.” You say through gritted teeth. You feel the blade slice into your skin. It makes your eyes water. Sayyid says something again. The knife is dragged away from your neck. Your hand goes up to it and you feel blood pool between your fingers, the wound is not deep, just enough to bleed. 

You look up at Sayyid who smiles at you. What the hell? What the fuck just happened? You watch the livestream get turned off. There’s another shout, another order, the barrel of the weapon is moved off the back of your head. You feel a sharp pain as something hits you over your head and everything goes black. 

__

No one moves. No one says a word. 

Price can feel eyes digging into the back of his head, looking at the same screen they just saw you on. 

“She’ll be dead already.” The terrorist chuckles.

“John?” Price hears Laswells voice in his ear. 

“Send traffic.” He replies, trying his best to keep a level voice. 

“I traced it to a relay but that was as far as I got. Chances are you’ll be able to pick up the signal from there. I’ll send you the details.” She says. Price doesn’t reply, ending the call.

He reaches down, unclipping his pistol. He’s not even thinking as he clicks the safety off and shoots the terrorist in the head. 

“Laswell has a lead. Let's move.” he says putting his weapon back in his holster and walking to the exit.

Now they have even less time.

Next

Banners by plum98

[thelibraryoflightandflowers]

Riorson House P2

The reader finally gets to meet the rest of the people at Riorson House (Some fluff to make up for the angst). Part 8 of my Garrick x Male Reader series.

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Link to Masterlist (For parts 1-7)

Neither of you had wanted to get out of the bath. However, the quickly chilling water was enough of a push for both of you to haul yourselves out of the tub and into your leathers.

“We should really get some food.” Garrick muttered as you changed. 

“Are you sure? We don’t have to go out there if you’re not ready.” You responded, slipping your daggers into their sheathes. 

“Yeah, I can’t hide in here forever.” Garrick jokes, to which you chuckle and move to kiss him on the forehead. 

The two of you walk into the dining hall of Riorson House to a sea of cadets, all chattering as they eat. You follow Garrick’s lead, walking behind him as he heads to a table where you see Xaden and Violet eating breakfast. Violet’s eyes light up as she sees the two of you, getting up to say hello. 

“Hey, Vi.” You greet her as she gives you a once-over that reminded you of Mira (although you’d never tell her that). 

“I’m so glad you’re okay, Xaden filled me in on the mission; I wasn’t there.” She responds as the both of you take your seats at the table, you two across from Xaden and Garrick. Garrick and Xaden are already engaged in a conversation about the cadets, so you and Violet take the time to just catch up. 

After breakfast, the four of you take another tour around the house trying to figure out where to move different classes for the cadets; they’d already started, according to Violet, but there were new classes designed for learning to fight venin that The Assembly wanted to be taught. As you walk into the courtyard discussing where Emetterio could create mini sparring gyms outside, a tall figure calls out to Violet from the gate. 

A tall figure you recognized. Who was supposed to be very, very dead.

“Uh. Whatthefuck?” You exhaled, watching the man stride across the courtyard.  

“Oops.” You heard Garrick mutter. 

You whirled around to look at him, then back around to look at Brennan Sorrengail as he came over to your group. Who was, again, supposed to be dead. 

“I’m glad to see you up, Melgren!” He smiled over Violet’s head as he gave her a hug. 

“Violet. Move.” You spoke a little sharply, but Violet quickly got out of your way as you stepped into Brennan’s personal space - and tackled him. 

“You fucking asshole!” You both landed on the ground hard enough to knock the breath from both your lungs as you hugged your friend. 

“Ow.” Brennan groaned beneath you. 

You could hear Violet giggling behind you, as well as confused noises from Xaden and Garrick. 

“Sorry.” You giggled a bit yourself as you got off Brennan and helped him up. 

“It’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to me, don’t worry.” He responds, waving off your hand to stand up himself.

“I thought you were gonna hit him.” Garrick says. 

“No, but when Mira finds out she’s going to, you know that right?” You ask Brennan. 

“Yep. Looking forward to it.” He answers as the two of you walk off to catch up. He’d been one of your closest friends, it was nice to see him; you’d always missed him. 

Garrick

It was nice to see him settling in nicely. Even nicer that he didn’t beat the shit out of Aisereigh for faking his death. I probably would have.

Xaden and I had gone off on our own, Violet leaving to find her squadmates. 

“Didn’t sleep well?” Xaden always could read me like a book. It was as aggravating as it was comforting. 

“No, not at all. I just…nightmares are a bitch.” I answer lamely. I’m not sure that I’m ready to talk about it all yet. It still feels so raw, so fresh. I still haven’t fully wrapped my head around any of this. 

“Fair enough.” The nice thing about Xaden is that he doesn’t push. 

“I wish he hadn’t had to go through…what he did. I can’t understand how a parent could do anything but love their own child.” I open up after a few minutes of silence. I knew parents were a sore spot for Xaden; they were a sore spot for all of us. But I also knew that he’d understand my feelings. 

“I’m glad, and I can’t believe I care, but I’m glad that he is okay.” Xaden responds. I snort. 

“Fuck, I’m so glad he’s okay.” I whisper. Xaden doesn’t respond; he doesn’t need to. It’s enough to sit together. 

“Xaden! Garrick! Mainly Garrick!” Ridoc runs towards us from the front door of Riorson House. 

“What?” I’m instantly on guard, thinking the worst possible. 

“The Assembly kinda just arrested your boyfriend, because Lieutenant Aisereigh mentioned who his dad was.” Ridoc wheezes out. 

“Fuck!” I’m already running for the door, Xaden right behind me. 

“Xaden fix it, I’m going to get him out.” I yell over my shoulder as I bolt for the stairs that lead to the cells below the house. 

Xaden doesn’t respond, just runs towards the Assembly Room. 

“Baby! I’m so sorry, are you okay-” I skid to a stop in front of the cell that currently houses my boyfriend. Who is very clearly uninjured. And sitting against the far wall, looking bored as all hell. 

“Not the warmest welcome I’ve ever received.” He deadpans. And I can’t help but laugh, because I’d been worried that this would send him into a panic attack but instead he’s making jokes. 

“I’m glad you think this is funny. What the hell happened?” I ask as I look for the keys that I know are around here somewhere. 

“The Assembly decided that I was either a spy, a threat or both, and I didn’t want to hurt your friends, so I just went with them.” He explains. I find the key relatively quickly, and open the door. He steps out of the cage and I can’t resist giving him a once-over to make sure that he isn’t hurt. 

“We do have to go meet with The Assembly, though.” I admit. 

“I would expect nothing less.” He snarks as we make our way towards the Assembly chamber. 

“You need to stop locking people up! He’s here to help, the same as me, the same as Violet. Besides, I can guarantee that Tavis will vouch for him. You let them rescue him, you can’t just lock him up now.” Lieutenant Aiseraigh is arguing with the rest of the Assembly as Xaden sits on his throne looking annoyed. Violet, Bodhi and Imogen stand just outside listening. 

I give them a nod as we walk inside. 

“Cadet Tavis! How dare you let him out!” Suri yells from one end of the table. 

“Suri, enough. He is no threat to any of us. His own father is the one the cadets had to rescue him from in the first place; I’m sure he feels no lingering loyalty.” Brennan responds.

“Never felt any in the first place, certainly not after finding out about the venin.” Pipes up the man in question. 

“Look, same as Xaden did for Violet, I vouch for him. He is my responsibility.” I add. I’m not interested in political nonsense when we could be doing so much more. We’re running out of time. 

“Case closed, then.” Xaden ends the meeting with those three words, and the rest of the Assembly begrudgingly leaves. 

“Well, now that that’s settled, how does heading back upstairs sound?” it’s whispered in my ear in a way that leaves no room for misinterpretation. 

“I have no objections.” I murmur.  

[the-enzyme]

My November 2024 Japan toy haul finally got here! I am super happy with all these, particularly Riku! He turned out so beautiful! I feel like even nicer than the Static Arts one by Square Enix, from 2017, if I am not mistaken. I only own one of those sadly, and he's somewhere deep in my closet, so I can't compare. However, I feel this UDF looks so much nicer in person, and he's quite smaller (if I am not mistaken). I hope they make one based on KHIII as well. I got one Riku and one Sora from the KHI release back then, since those aren't my favorite designs, but I like KHII designs so much, I had to get two of Riku.

From top left to lower far right: Medicom Ultra Detail Figure No.785 UDF KINGDOM HEARTS II RIKU x 2; Medicom Ultra Detail Figure No.784 UDF KINGDOM HEARTS II SORA ; Banpresto NARUTO NARUTOP99 World Collectable Figure vol.5 Sasuke Uchiha (Game-prize) None Scale Figure; BanDai Q posket - Kagamine Len - A (Game-prize) Non-Scale Figure; Square Enix Final Fantasy XV Adorable Arts Noctis Lucis Caelum; FuRyu Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba Hold Figure Mini -Shinobu Kocho, Giyu Tomioka- Giyu Tomioka Non-Scale Game Prize Figure; FuRyu Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba Hikkake Figure -Pillars (3) -another ver.- Giyu Tomioka (Game-prize) Non-Scale Figure; Sega TV Anime "NieR:Automata Ver1.1a" Tiny Melties Mini Figure Vol.3 Eve & Adam (Game-prize) Non-Scale Figures; Good Smile Company/Arts Shanghai Huggy Good Smile Rebuild of Evangelion Kaworu Nagisa: School Uniform Ver.; TV Anime "Black Butler: Public School Arc" Mini Acrylic Stand Design 32 (Sebastian & Ciel /A), Design 35 (Sebastian & Ciel /D), Design 09 (Sebastian Michaelis /I), Design 04 (Sebastian Michaelis /D), Design 01 (Sebastian Michaelis /A), Design 06 (Sebastian Michaelis /F), Design 07 (Sebastian Michaelis /G).

Most of these are tiny prize figures, or just plain tiny figures in general (s/h from Japan was still brutal!!!). I wasn't able to afford or justify getting two Adorable Arts Noctis, so that's the only downer. However, he barely comes with anything worth the cost I feel like. Otherwise, all these are super cute! I wish I took myself seriously, about cutting off on hoarding acrylic stands. It's so hard!! More so if they are Sebby! DX

[drowningyoursorrow]

PROM SONG (GONE WRONG)

(pre-death) kyle spencer x gn! reader

summary. - you always saw him in the hallways of the university the two of you shared, finding him cute. eventually your shared looks you both exchanged, turned into something more meaningful. w/c. - 3.1k

| heads up ! swearing, kissing, violence

YOU didn't enjoy much of what you were doing in the university you were attending. The dorm you were staying in was actually quite depressing, and you refused to join a house, eventually beginning to regret it. Maybe joining one would've expanded your social circle because all you do now is go to your classes, study, then do nothing. You already hardly slept, solely because the all-nighters that you believed were "useful" just got you accustomed to being awake. Which meant you surprisingly had a lot of free-time, and what did you do with that freedom?

Nothing. Well, not entirely nothing, sometimes you'd wander around in the halls acting as if you were going somewhere. Just to get a glimpse of him, Kyle Spencer, Tulane University's Kappa Lambda Gamma golden boy. You were sure that everybody had eyes for him, he was a sweetheart and honestly, there weren't many of those around. Hoping that he never caught on to you magically encountering you in the hallways.

Obviously, you never talked to him, he was always surrounded by big groups and girls. That was too much attention to draw to yourself, and you would prefer to keep yourself hidden. You had a small pattern with your routine, you'd work, eat, wander the halls to see Kyle, then go relax somewhere. Occasionally it was a coffee shop nearby, or sometimes just the library. You weren't that creative with your locations, but it was quiet wherever you went, so who cares?

You had just finished a short essay for one of your classes, that drained you entirely, and you even missed your scheduled meal. But the one thing you couldn't miss, was your scouting. So since you're already going to be out, might as well just get a glimpse then eat while you're at it. Quickly fixing yourself up, you headed out and on your walk to the coffee shop, you saw him. But this time, this time was different, usually he never picked up on you passing by.

So, it caught you extremely off guard when he paused his mini stride and looked at you. It was brief, and you wished you were hallucinating, but he actually scanned you. With his eyes. Totally unbelievable, out of instinct of the sudden look, you unconsciously gave a WTF face. And instant regret washed through you, immediately turning away and basically began to haul ass away from him.

You made it to the coffee shop and you just kind of sat at a booth, not ordering anything, just processing. Processing that, you kind of gave a disgusted look to your crush, up-front. Groaning, you shoved your face into your hands, you didn't really feel hungry anymore, just embarrassed. You recollected yourself and made your way back to your dorm, wallowing in your shame. He probably thought that you were judging him, him of all people.

You didn't bother changing into something more comfortable, too lazy at the moment. So you just crashed into your mattress, hitting your head on the wall as you did. That was perfect for ending your day. You laid restless as you thought of how he might have interpreted that moment, scared for some reason. As drowsiness eventually consumed you, you hoped that was just a one time thing.

You were wrong, entirely, you should never hope for anything again, ever. Because as the days passed, and you did your scouting, it began to worry you, that he may have caught on to what you were doing. Whenever the two of you crossed paths, he looked your way, and sometimes even tried to speak to you. But your cowardly self would pretend not to hear him and speed walk straight to the coffee shop. To save yourself from embarrassment, you decided to try to stop this unusual ritual you had.

So, today you took a different route, a longer route, just to avoid him and not seem like a total creep. Hoping this would save your ass from him and his frat brothers remarks about you. You stalled in an abandoned hallway until you felt that it was long enough that he wouldn't be nearby. Shamefully, you made your way to your designated spot, ordering a quick drink and sitting in a corner booth. It felt odd not doing what you've always done, but maybe this was better for your attempts at trying not to be stalkerish.

You were scrolling on social media as you heard sort of loud voices make its way near the coffee shop. Then silence, a muffled goodbye, then a welcome from one of the workers. Nosily, you sipped your coffee as you peered up from the cup, then you saw him. Spitting out your drink and coughing profusely as you looked down. And then you heard a snicker, a laugh that was too giddy, a laugh that makes you mad and happy at the same time in your pain.

Then you felt a patting on your back, and you know it's him because nobody but him would help someone choking from a liquid. Awkwardly, you just mutter a small "thank you," not really knowing what to do or say. "You're welcome, I'm sorry that I laughed, it was abrupt and kind of hilarious." He sat across from you and just talked to you, for hours, you didn't introduce yourselves. You two didn't need to and all you did was listen, you listened to what he had to say and he listened back.

He's seen you in the hallways, he always has, but he didn't want anyone to tease him in front of you. That would be embarrassing, nobody wants to talk to someone that gets teased over something like that. It wasn't middle school, so, he would try to not acknowledge you, and eventually he decided to take the routes you did too, by himself. In hopes for a chance to speak to you or something, he didn't really plan it out, he just hoped you two would say hi and fall in love. And his plan failed, a lot, because it felt like you began to avoid him whenever he tried to reach out.

It bummed him out, yeah, but he wasn't going to give up and so whenever you didn't take your shared route. He was confused, this was the only place he ever saw you, so finding you to try to actually make a move, was going to be difficult. But he can remember a few times when he had seen you sitting by yourself in the coffee shop. And this time he was determined he was going to speak to you, so he pushed away his nerves and on the way there. He was trying to think of anything that would help his situation, corny pickup lines, pretending to be smart, or even inviting you to a party.

He didn't really want to do the last option since you didn't seem like the type, and he didn't want to sound obnoxious. But when he was brainstorming, someone came up to him, and he was trying not to lose focus of what he was thinking about. And they were a talker, a loud one. Generally he was patient and listened, but right now was not the time, so when he finally made it to the café. He breathed a sigh of relief and said his goodbyes to the person.

Not wanting to see like a creep, he just decided to order something and not awkwardly stand around looking for you. But once he got his order, he heard an immediate series of coughing. It was you. And you were choking on something that wasn't solid, wow? He accidentally let out a laugh as he processed it, but he was ultimately worried.

So he hurriedly placed his drink on the counter and made his way toward you, patting your back in a way to soothe the pain. Which didn't really make sense, but he was in the moment.

You both realized that this was the perfect opportunity for the two of you to finally talk, so Kyle reacted on his instinct. He sat down across from you and decided to just go with it, he talked, since you looked you didn't have much to say. And that was fine for the both of you, because at the moment the both of you enjoyed the moment. You stayed across from each other until the place closed and Kyle offered to walk you back. Happily, you accepted and although it was silent on the way there, the two of you cherished it.

You gave him one last look before heading back inside, and the two of you went to the bed breathless. And that was how it started, you'd meet at the café, talk for hours, study together, and depart. He always wanted to walk you back, and who were you to deny? Throughout the months, the both of you grew closer and closer, Valentine's Day was when Kyle wanted to admit his feelings. It seemed more cherishable and more romantic in his mind, very original, but who says that's bad?

On the day, you two did your usual routine with each other, and you both had something to say but couldn't say it, Two cowards in love, who weren't even dating, yet. So when Kyle walked you back to your place, and you two stood in silence. Kyle immediately blurted, "will you be my valentine, it's like cool if you say no, yeah, just uh- wanted to ask you and stuff, and it's already over, which makes this kind of dumb. But why not shoot my shot, y'know? I didn't want to seem-" "Yes." And you hugged him, it felt like you were in middle school, but he happily reciprocated, and you laid in your bed, nerves kept you and him awake.

Boy, it's late, walk me home, put your hand in mine At the gate, stop and say, "be my valentine" You are, by far, the brightest star I've ever seen, and I never dreamed I'd be so happy that I could die

Overtime, you two did eventually tell each other about your feelings and became a thing, he both of you didn't care who knew. He always told you how beautiful, handsome, and pretty you were all the time, and you did the same. He loved watching you get ready whenever the two of you did go out, loving to kiss you as you did so. If you were to put your makeup on, he loved kissing you with your lipstick/lip gloss on, it appearing on him. It always made him feel as if showed that he was yours and that's all he really cared about, where you went, he followed.

You used to say that I was beautiful like Cleopatra But you the king too, so I would say, "back at ya" I flip my hair and make you stare and put my makeup on And make up stories 'bout my life and put on very cherry bomb And even then, I knew that we were something serious That you would dominate my thoughts like radio to Sirius I'd see you in the hall like "hello, hello" Up against the wall like "let's go, let's go"

Kyle loved driving you places, anywhere you wanted to go, he would happily take you. You two often drove anywhere you could reach and enjoyed it all because you two were with each other. Sometimes whenever you two left the dorms to explore cities, he could notice how you always enjoyed it more there than here. It started to make him wonder if you were really happy where you were, did you want to be somewhere else? He didn't want to think about the possibility of you leaving so he began to cherish your presence more and more, always abruptly hugging you.

Let me take you out of this town Let me do it right now, baby Dancing 'til dawn, staying forever young Let's get out of this place 'Cause you're starting to waste within this teenage wasteland You will never see my face If you don't get me out of this place now, baby, I'm not crazy I'm leaving, are you coming with me?

You knew how Kyle would get whenever he was on his own, he would overthink and become isolated. And he always knew how to deal with his fucked up things on his own, but when you held him. Comforting him, just wanting to hold him, he didn't know what to do with himself. The both of you would just watch movies to cheer each other up and it always worked, it was your thing. You never dreamed that you'd be watching shitty romcoms with Kyle crying into your shoulder over it, but this felt like heaven.

If you're lonely, baby, hold me, you're my only one Watching television, kissing 'til we see the sun So far, we are a safe in the dark And I never dreamed that I'd be the queen And I'd be so happy that I could die

Your smile and blush was something Kyle loved pulling from you, his corny lines never worked on anyone. But they worked on you. He eventually showed you some of his favorite music, and you made fun of his old man's taste. And when Rosanna by Toto began to play as you two just happily stared at one another. It may be old music but you loved it now, you loved him.

You used to call yourself The Don and call me Queen Diana You always make me blush and say, "shut up boy, you bananas!" You pull my hair and push me down and chase me, make me run You played me Biggie Smalls, and then my first Nirvana song So even then, when no ones friends were really serious I knew you loved me by the way you looked in second period I'd see you in the hall like "hello, hello" Up against the wall like "let's go, let's go"

Kyle eventually invited you to tag along with him to some of the parties him and his frat brothers went to. But he always remained close to you and the both of you would just dance in the kitchen. He assumed the noise would bother you since you two lived in a quiet place. But instead he saw happiness, he saw longing as you lost yourself with the loud music. The suspicion that you wanted to be somewhere different and loud began to bother him, and suddenly he didn't feel like dancing anymore.

Let me take you out of this town Let me do it right now, baby Dancing 'til dawn, staying forever young Let's get out of this place 'Cause you're starting to waste within this teenage wasteland You will never see my face If you don't get me out of this place now, baby, I'm not crazy I'm leaving, are you coming with me?

You always loved going out with Kyle because he wasn't trying to solely get drunk. He wanted to show off his weirdly coordinated dance moves to you, to impress you. And especially whenever it was raining, he took you outside and he danced with you like it was your last day together. The both of you held each other and sang horribly to one another, while it downpoured. And for some reason deep down, it did feel like your last moment together.

I know that they say that all i want Is to have fun And get away for rainy days I know that they think I've come undone But I'm in love, I wanna run, run, run away I'm leaving, are you coming with me?

When the two of you were at another party, his nerves finally caught up to him and he asked you about staying. You finally said that you wanted to be somewhere different, somewhere bigger, somewhere louder. Neither of you agreed on where the two of you should stay and you couldn't meet each other halfway. So, you ran out, you left, you couldn't do it, you loved him you really did. But you wanted to be where you truly felt where you could fit in and be comfortable at.

Kyle didn't know how to take it, he knew you were leaving but he felt too defeated to say anything so he drank away his sorrows. He knew that he couldn't do anything, he couldn't change your mind, but his thoughts were interrupted when his friends were in a panicked state. They came rushing downstairs and dragged him along with them and he was partially too drunk and hazy to understand what was going on. When he was being rushed out of the house, he saw you down the street, walking by yourself, where? He tried calling out to you and even though the street was loud enough, you could hear Kyle from a thousand miles away.

You were confused about what his friends were doing and the sudden urgency into their bus. Kyle was trying to shout something, you could hardly hear him drunkenly sob, "I love you, I'm sorry!" You laughed at his effort still trying to reconcile even when he was nowhere close to being sober. Eventually they did board up the bus and drove off, but for some reason you felt as if you should've grabbed him yourself. One thing turned into another and you heard screaming from, you couldn't really tell who was chasing after the bus.

But they were yelling and you felt worried and as you were making your way to check it out. There was a loud bang, and it hit you. The bus had flipped over and before you even knew it, it burst into flames, and you felt everything crash in front of you. You wanted to believe that this was a dream and you couldn't feel the tears escaping you and that your legs weren't about to collapse. You shouldn't have argued with him over a stupid wish, a dream, maybe you should've held him and took him home.

Maybe this is all a dream and you're overthinking this whole situation, maybe Kyle is in bed next to you. Eventually you'll wake up and you'll find him in your shitty dorm, sleeping right beside you. And you'll tell him about it and he'll laugh and tell you how freaky your dreams are and everything will be okay. But as you do finally fall to the ground, sobs breaking through you and your voice turning hoarse from your screaming. You realize that this time, this wasn't a dream, and you weren't somewhere different, you were here and Kyle was there.

He's always been.

Let me take you out of this town Let me do it right now, baby Dancing 'til dawn, staying forever young Let's get out of this place 'Cause you're starting to waste within this teenage wasteland You will never see my face If you don't get me out of this place now, baby, I'm not crazy I'm leaving, are you coming with me?

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- Inspired by Prom Song (Gone Wrong) by Lana Del Rey - Decided to do a little plot twist sort of - Halfway proofread?

Hope you enjoyed and if you have any requests or questions please dm!

[paleangellex]

Heather???

This was my haul from the 2023 Sheep and Wool Festival. See those little multi colored puffs in the bottom left? I grabbed them to try and spin a long gradient. Well...I didn't do that. Instead I wanted to see if I could make heathered yarn.

Here are some examples of the fiber as it came and after I prepped it on a blending board. Each little bundle is about an oz of dyed Corriedale. It's not my favorite fiber to spin, but it is affordable! I wish I would have taken more pictures, but I was in a rush to see it spun. I'm sure that's relatable.

Here are some singles and then how they looked plied.

And here are the yarns all completed and washed. Don't mind the derby gear. I am a specific type of person.

Above we can see the difference between two passes on the blending board (top) and three (bottom). I liked two passes better than three. I think that third pass really loses some of the definition of the shades.

Again, two passes at the top and three on the bottom.

Just for fun, three passes on the top, and two passes on the bottom. The top one is much prettier in person, but I still don't like it as much as the skein that had two passes over the blending board.

And here's the whole collection! I'm pretty happy with the results and really wish I had more. I love the look of a heathered yarn. It gives that overall consistency that you can get with a tonal or a solid, but texture and interest that a flat solid just doesn't have. I would love, love, love to spin more. Making minis is like eating cookies. Instant gratification. It's much more fun to spin than a whole sweater quantity worth of wool. But...now I have to figure out what to make with it. Or, I'm toying with the idea that I can just gift it to one of my many friends that also like to knit. I don't know if I actually like knitting with my spinning. I think those hobbies might not overlap as much as I would have thought.

[herobrinezombie]

The Tale of Hermine the Mechanitor

Many solar cycles ago, another poor soul crashed and stranded on this dreaded planet. Separated from her interstellar ship by a chance asteroid encounter, her ship fragmented and careened down towards the surface. Luck on her side, made it out injured but alive from the crash, the last kindness this world would grant her for a long time. Scraping together repairs for herself and some surviving labor mechanoids from the scrap and slag of the impact; the lone mechanitor stands alive and unwilling to concede her life.

The weather however, had other plans for this woman. Chilling winds began to blow within a week of her arrival, signaling the turn of the seasons. Priority shifts from not only shelter, but also to rations for the winter. Leaving the digging and walling of a cave to her mechs, the Mechanitor set off with her rifle. Navigating the thick woods, finds a many unsuspecting animals, hauling each meal back to her cave, now a proper shelter with the mechs' work. Starting a fire inside, the Mechanitor prepares for the coming long and cold months.

A mere month before the planet played its hand once more. A team of raiders arrive, having seen the tracks of valuable mechs in the thick snow. Scouting out the mountain, they count 3 of the mini gold mines collecting resources and constructing an outpost. Moving in to strike they prowl closer and closer to the mechs. Then as one raises their revolver to disable one of the robots, a single crack is heard ringing throughout the forest.

The raider drops his gun and stumbles back, clenching his forearm, blood starting to seep from between his fingers. Realizing what has happened the other two marauders spin wildly, hoping to spot their attacker. Another crack echos out, curses are yelled as one grabs his thigh and stumbles to the ground. Again a crack, the first bandit goes limp. Finally, the last raider spies the source, the Mechanitor crouched in the snow with her rifle, barrel pointed dead center at him. Having only moments to react he rapidly fires in her direction as he ducts behind a tree. A single cry indicates he hit the target. Peeking out, seeing their attacker lay still in red stained snow, he laughs. The raider turns away to locate his ally, hoping to patch them up enough to get back to camp. Just as he pulls out the gauze and starts to wrap the leg, fear enters his accomplices' eyes as a drop of blood splatters against the snow from just out of view. Twisting around one final time he gets a glimpse of his reaper, her left eye torn from his grazing shot and a muzzle close enough to stare down. A last crack rings across the white mountain side.

As winter's peak was reached and surpassed, the Mechanitor received a visitor and a plea. Another stranded soul thrown onto this planet, wishing for a place to carve out survival from. With a tale so similar to her own, despite her own wish of isolation, the resolve melted like the snow off the cliff sides she built under. The extra pair of hands even though from a sub species built for war, were more than useful with their green thumbs. Alas there is a reason her name is unknown to anyone but the Mechanitor. As winter drew to a close, so did the supply of steroids the botanical soldier needed to live. The withdrawal first weakening them, the soldier hid her ailment as long as she could, only sharing when they collapsed while tending to the crops. Many nights now spent restless between them, one's own body fighting against them, the other fighting to keep them alive. Now stopping every passerby and trading caravan in hopes that one would know where to find the needed steroid.

Little time was left for the soldier, having slipped into a coma. The Mechanitor not having properly slept for many nights now caring for her. A couple of travellers from a nearby settlement make their way through the area. Once more, almost routine now, the Mechanitor stops them and asks about the needed drugs. Pleading with them for help, she spots the precious green bottles in their bags. The travellers noticing she's seen the steroids, quickly shift them out of sight, claim ignorance and ready themselves to leave. She begs, offering them everything they have in trade. The travellers disregard her cries and start to leave. Just standing there, broken as they walk away, she thinks back to her partner slowly slipping further and further into death. The Mechanitor, steeling herself, focuses back on the departing travellers, and raises her rifle.

Relief filled the room as the soldier pulled back from the brink of their coma. A tear filled embrace that lasted long into the morning hours, only broken by the call of daylight and the warcry of the buried travellers' settlement seeking retribution for their fallen. The details of this battle are long lost to time and grandiose myth, but only things that ring true through those myths, that the Mechanitor alone was left standing among the ruins and her new lover buried deep in the mountain with a hole through her chest.

And so began the Mechanitor's long isolation, only broken by the occasional refugee from the world's factions or one rejected from the stars, but none stayed for long. Made to leave or taken by the whims of this dastard planet like the ones before and buried with them. The pain of every loss mounting and growing on her, leading her further and deeper into her mountain. However, she was never able to reject those needing help like she once needed. Stories slowly spread, a bionic hand reaching out to pull people out of rubble, a mech showing up and guiding lost souls to a settlement, a sniper with a metal eye freeing the imprisoned, and a refuge for those with nowhere to go.

I got possessed by deadline and memories of a really good early game rimworld play through. Hope this first attempt at more myth like story isn't terrible More of my stories