#most people think 'oh they eat gunpowder'

[asktotallyhuman]

What does Boomer eat? Do Creepers need a hyper specific diet?

"All I have to do is bring him on my rounds with me, and he should be fine."

[forsworned]

I NEED more Elias Walker content before I die😫😫💀

God Knows I Tried ft. Elias Walker

Synopsis: Your daddy issues are raging and your long-time 'victim' has been none other than your superior and captain, Elias Walker. After a failed attempt to capture and kill Rorke, you go to "comfort" him, but he seems to have other plans for you.

Author's Note: AND GUESS WHAT I WILL PROVIDE FOR YOU, I'M GLAD WE'RE REVIVING GHOSTS IN THE FORM OF DROOLING OVER DILFS BC LORD KNOWS I NEED SOME MORE MCDADDY CLUB LOVIN

Tags: NSFW, Daddy Issues, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Reader has long hair???

Elias ruffles his fingers through his silver hair after he removes his distressed and worn mask, setting it down on his desk as he sharply inhales. He hadn't gotten to Rorke on time and that pissed him off, and rightfully so. The bastard had been getting away every damn time. His body is tense and he feels as though his anger is brimming from within, bubbling to the surface and he yearns to do something about it.

So when you come rapping on his door, ripping him away from his inner turmoil, and he hears the pleasant sound of your voice through the small crack asking, "Can I come in?" He is more than willing to oblige.

His body completely faces you now, beaconing you over, and taking in your figure in your all-black tactical uniform. It fits you like a second skin, but his intense gaze shifts to your smooth visage. The moonlight catches in your teeth when you greet him. "Can I speak to you for a moment, Sir?"

He raises a brow at you. "Somethin' on your mind, Sergeant?"

Truthfully, you had no idea why you came in. You just found yourself walking back to his office rather than your bunk. After today's failure, you want nothing more than to comfort him. You slowly step forward, just a few feet away from him. "Was just checkin' on you...?"

God, you were so stupid. Checking in? Come on...

A flash of amusement etches into his features, he tilts his head as he studies your expression. "Checkin' in?" He leans his palms against his wooden desk.

"Yeah, I mean--I know this is something very close to you..."

Oh. My. God. Would you shut the everliving fuck up!?

He sighs and turns to the night sky. The moon is full, and its luminance brings a sense of calm to him. He chuckles at your obvious statement, but he doesn't chide you about it. Something about you makes the hardass in him a little soft. "Suppose so."

You swallow and fiddle with the leather on your gloves, waiting to think of something, anything else to add to the conversation, but your mind is coming up blank.

"Tell me, Sergeant--why did you really come into my office?"

Your heart drops to your ass, and your stomach does the thing. Not the hot-and-sexy-thing, but the oh-shit-I-just-got caught thing.

Elias is a sharp man; follows his intuition, checks every corner he treks, and was raised by plain-spoken folk. He can see through most people and unfortunately, you're most people. You wear your heart on your sleeve, your gaze lingers longer than usual and although it may not be obvious to others, you imitate most of his behaviorisms.

Where you used to take your coffee sweet and milky, you now take black. The way you now drink sparkling water over soda. Your go-to music is The Eagles and Creed over Ed Sheeran and Taylor Swift (though you still did listen to them, it was seldom). Even your eating habits have changed drastically from avid fast food eater to health nut, although that seems more like a get in shape sorta ordeal due to your fast-paced, rigorous work environment. Either way, you have definitely been picking up on a lot of things that he actively does.

You avert your gaze to your fatigued boots. "I don't know."

"Step forward, soldier." He commands, and you oblige. Not because he commanded it, but because you want to be nearer to him. To take in the scent of gunpowder and the leftover aroma of his aftershave.

You're a foot away from him now, hands tucked behind your back, eyes forward. His dark eyes size you up, and you feel the sweat forming on the nape of your neck. 

"Eyes up." His fingers tap under your chin and your lip quivers a bit when you meet his gaze. "You gonna tell me what's really on your mind?"

He taps on your chin once more. "And don't lie to me."

You swallow thickly. "It's not...appropriate."

He clicks his tongue and a half smile appears on his lips. "That right?"

You nod. "Yes, sir."

"I want to hear it."

But he sees the trepidation that overcomes your features. It’s been so painfully obvious to him. Your little crush. It was endearing, cute, mere puppy love, but he would be lying to himself if he hadn’t thought of molding your walls with his girthy cock. He usually tiptoes around it, but the mission from earlier is bringing on an itch that he can’t quite scratch. Not even a Playboy mag could get him right anymore.

He sighs. "You're not my bud to blossom, sweetheart." Brushing the strands out of your face. You tremble at his touch, yet you lean into it. God, he could do anything to you and you'd let him.

"But I'd let you." You grasp his hand. His eyes ream in surprise, but the building arousal jostles up his spine. He may think that blossom is not for him, but he's intently observing how your desire stirs, seeping into your veins. His breath spreads out your petals, the smell of your perfume permeating, intoxicating him.

Your lips part open and his thumb slips in, your saliva coating his gunpowder-stained skin draws an involuntary groan from him. He wants to devour you, but he can't. You're too sweet, too decadent, too fresh. He needs to take his time to savor you. It's wrong, but he can't help himself. Especially when you look up at him with those pretty, perfect doe eyes with his fingers in your mouth.

Your free hand palms at his crotch. It's intrepid, daring how forward you are about your fiery fervor for him. He cocks an eyebrow at you, but he doesn't halt your actions.

"That's a big weapon you're slingin' there, sir." You smirk up at him, squeezing his member over his trousers. "Can I cock it?"

He chuckles at your cheekiness. He wants to disarm you, wipe off everything on his desk, and throw you up there. And you'd be so easy to lift too...

But he's shocked when your lips lock with his, a dauntless action on your part. A subordinate fraternizing with her superior? It's enough to get you locked up, and dishonorably charged, but this wasn't the minor leagues anymore. You were hunting for bigger fish. Something that's beyond the crumbling American government outside these four walls. There's a spark between the both of you that you've been waiting to ignite in him, and he can no longer suppress his deepest hunger pains for his carnal needs.

And soon he is swiping away at the stacks of papers and stationery that lines his desk, hoisting you up to sit that pretty ass on his mahogany counter. A gruff moan escapes his lips as you collide once more, and you're practically clawing at his chest. His tongue slips between your lips wanting to collect yours as your teeth clash in desperate need for each other's solace.

His hands grasp at your wrists, slowing you down, wanting to relish in your taste, your smell, your touch, and the way you moan when he dips his head in the crook of your neck to sensually kiss at your sweet spot. Perspiration builds at the base of his forehead as he slowly unzips your fleece, revealing more of your skin and he kisses at your sternum. Your fingers thread through his silver hair and your breaths become labored at his hot touch.

He wants to build as much anticipation as possible before he takes all of you, all of what you'll allow him at least. Impatiently, your arms cross over your chest, pinching at the hem and smoothly peeling off the skin-tight fabric, leaving you only in your tactical bra. Elias pauses for a second. He loves to appreciate the finer things in life.

His fingers caress your disheveled plait from the top to where your hair tie keeps it bound and he gently removes it. You analyze the lust and admiration in his features as he carefully unweaves your hair.

You watch as his Adam's apple oscillates. "You're beautiful." He susurrates, carding his fingers through your hair. Your heart stammers against your chest when you notice how he looks at you. The rough pads of his fingers glide over your collarbone to the strap of your bra, and slides either side off of your shoulder to reveal your naked breasts. Your nipples instantly harden from the chill in the room, and he gulps before reaching out to squeeze your left one.

To say it had been a while was simply an understatement. The touch of a woman has been lost on him since the death of his wife. So soft, so supple. He pinches at your bud and you involuntarily arch your back and whine out. The guilt he feels dissipates the second his lips latch onto your nipple and you shudder as his tongue swirls around the sensitive skin. "Captain...!"

He gently hushes and kisses your lips tenderly, then your cheek, your jaw as he cops another feel, grabbing two handfuls of your tits while he sucks on your neck. One of his hands glides over the expanse of your abdomen, to unbuckle your belt and unzip your trousers--

"Dad?"

Shit, he left the office unlocked. But it's too late. His boys are stepping through the door, although it's not long before their eyes ream at your half-naked form, legs spread with their father between them. Hesh quickly shuts the door and you both glance down, feeling the guilt skulk into your minds.

"I should go--" Elias sputters, and you nod as you scramble to put your clothes back on. Now this was humiliating. Being caught by his sons fraternizing with their father is just the icing on the cake of it all. You straighten your hair and fix your collar as you begin to head out the door, but his hand catches your wrist bringing you back flush against his chest.

"Don't think I'm lettin' them scare you off." He caresses your cheek, with thumb and you sigh, cheeks still warm with embarrassment. "I ain't done with you yet, sweetheart. Got that?"

He raises his brows at you and you nod. "Yes, sir."

He kisses you softly and your heart skips a beat. "Go on, now." He gestures toward the door. "I'll deal with those two."

Your lashes flutter up at him and you feel warmth all over. He smiles at you, kissing your wrist and it's no wonder you keep forgetting to leave. His gaze, his aura it's alluring and you keep pulling back in for more.

He chuckles at the hearts in your eyes. "That's an order, soldier."

You straighten at his words and nod before rushing out the door, ensuring you hear the click as you close it and quickly get to your quarters. A feeling of heaviness weighs on your shoulders as soon as you shut your door. How were you going to face Hesh and Logan?

[high-fantasy-sw]

WAIT I HAVE MORE

The training simulations - how do those work? Magic once more? And is a Kaminoan required to be present in the simulation for the magic?

How does communication work? Solely parchment (flimsi?) and quill and ink? Or do we have a magic-system for that to? And do they have a palantir-like screen in place of holoprojectors (palantir is that orb Pippin picks up in the LOTR movies, it's an object used to communicate between far places)?

What of datapads and holopads?

Chain mail! I don't know enough about the mediaeval era, but I do remember chain mail being a light and indispensable item for a soldier. Especially the mithril shirt that Bilbo hands over to Frodo and subsequently saves his life because mithril is just that cleverly crafted by the dwarves.

But the armor in stars wars is mostly plate-like, so does chain mail exist? Also, is there a particular alternative to the plastoid, or is it just the usual metal?

Okay, here's a bunch of fun questions: will a clone randomly burst into song when he's doing something repetitious only to have the rest of his brothers pick it up as well? Sort of like with "Drunken Sailor" where one sings the main stanzas and they all join in on the chorus, or "Gaol ise Gaol i".

And do they learn to play instruments once they get off Kamino? If so, which ones?

(Are there any particular clones you think would play certain instruments?)

Okay, back to the more pressing matters.

That post you dropped on Echo not eating his oranges made me think: there's a lot of clones in the galaxy, not to mention the Jedi travelling alongside them, not to mention the pirates and rulers and senators and all sorts of people travelling the seas in general. So they must need to keep a ridiculous amount of citrus fruits in stock, commodities that are as essential as water.

Water, I forgot about fresh water, that must be on very high demand, especially out on the seas, yes? Or do they have an on-board converter that turns saline to fresh water?

Back to citrus fruits: there must be acres of lands, if not entire islands dedicated to growing them. And if we're talking about a time before liquid fuel is used - does Malastare become an island that is essential for its citruses? Sort of like how Malastare fuel was just as essential? Essential enough to fake a Zillo Beast's death?

The Zillo seems a straightforward enough answer, being the Star Wars equivalent of a Balrog, so I don't have any questions about the beast.

But when we come to fuel, we come also to gunpowder and the like, unless this is before all such weapons come into play?

Oh! Another fun question!

Do the ships have pets? Like a cat to keep the mice away, or any birds like your stereotypical parrots?

Also, tookas and loth-cats! Are they the same as in Star Wars, or are they regular cats? Following that line of thought, are all the animals in Star Wars the same here, or are they real-world animals, or is it all a strange mix?

I forgot to add that option. I think most of your AU is a strange mix of real-world and Star Wars galaxy ideas, if I'm not wrong.

And finally, do the clones have any particular myths they share on a quiet night or around the bonfire? Like ghost ships or cursed flags or the undead sailing the seas, like in Pirates of the Carribean?

Alright, that's a wrap - for now.

Again.

Pfft.

This AU intrigues me indefinitely and I've got to know everything there is to know about it :)

I'll stop pestering you until this last one's been answered.

I RETURN ONCE MORE. LORE PT 3 BE UPON YE

Once again I shall also be tagging @whyoneartheven @majorproblems77 and @anime-obsessed, because I know that you also will want to be seeing this >:DDD

Clone Training

Training in Kamino Fortress is a blend of rudimentary mechanical simulations, alchemical effects, and man-to-man sparring. A Kaminoan, or at the very least a conscripted bounty hunter, is always required to supervise the Clones' training, and a Kaminoan must be present if any alchemical element is to be used (as they are the only ones who know how to operate them). In addition to the combat training rooms, there are other complexes designed to train the future army in extra areas they'll need expertise in:

The Sea Rooms: a series of white tiled rooms, each for a different specific purpose, filled with the water from the outside, where the Clones learn the seafaring skills essential to their future: sailing, swimming, navigation in rough water, et cetera. Often, young cadets will sneak in during their precious few hours of downtime to swim recreationally.

The Observatory: the lowermost and therefore darkest room of the fortress, in what would have been the dungeon before it was sunk; a huge room with a high ceiling, into which are embedded glowing white crystals in the exact positions of the stars above. The room can even rotate itself to mimic the changing of the seasons. It is here that young Clones first learn to read their star maps, for when they are set adrift in the night and must keep their direction straight and true.

The Medical Complex: Though Clone Medics specialize in healing, every soldier of the future GAR must learn basic field medicine in case a CMO is not available. Rooms in the Medical Wing include simulation rooms for battlefields and the open ocean, a more controlled environment for learning field surgery and also the more intricate operations needed post-battle (specifically for CMOs-in-training), and a small alchemical laboratory for preparing basic medicines.

Communication

Most informal communication in the Galactic Archipelago is through parchment-and-quill letters. These can be delivered by the Republic Postal Service (which employs both overland branches on the separate islands, and boats for transporting letters oversea), or personal messengerfowl. For more urgent and/or formal communication, there's the use of hologram mirrors, which I did describe briefly in an earlier post but will re-touch here: yes, they are actually quite similar to Palantiri; they project a three-dimensional, smoky image of the other party onto their surface, and can be full-sized (usually stationary) or handheld (for the field or personal communication). And datapads/holopads are most often regular books or wax tablets; while some do have enchantments, this is rare, and most of these books are preserved in the archives of the Jedi Order for safekeeping.

Armor

I'm going to give an overview of Clone and Jedi armor here; Mandalorian Armor will get its own post when I have the time to actually sit and worldbuild for that XD

Clone Armor: Every Clone in the GAR has a suit of armor that he is given upon his graduation, as well as a set of "blacks" that he'll wear when not actively engaged in military business. (I'm actually almost done with the official references for these! if you'd like to see the slightly-out-of-date versions of the blacks and cadet uniforms, i'll link that here.) The blacks consist of a grey cotton undertunic, a soft, uncured black leather overtunic emblazoned with the Republic crest, white twill breeches, and a black leather belt and matching boots. His identification ring is worn on his right hand. The actual standard Clone armor is made from white-enamel-plated durasteel (to protect it from the corrosion caused by life on the sea) with a black chainmail tunic underneath and a cloth sash worn around the shoulders. When arming, the leather overtunic of the blacks is removed and the armor is worn over the undergarments. The identification ring is covered by gloves. In addition, higher-ranked or specialized troops (Commanding Officers, CMOs, ARC Legionaries, Commandos, et cetera) have physical indicators of their rank, such as extra cloth elements like kamas, larger pauldrons (for ARC Legionaries), winged helmets (for Commandos), and the like.

Jedi Armor: While most Jedi wear the habit of the Jedi Order (which can be highly personalized and diverse), during wartime they take up a more uniform armor to wear in the field. Jedi armor is not as heavy-duty as Clone armor and allows for slightly more personalization, and comprises a simple chainmail tunic, an overtunic emblazoned with the Jedi Crest (in various colors), splint-armor trousers, upper-chest armor and pauldrons, and some variation of boots and gloves. Color, cut, armor style, and cultural elements are left to the discretion of the individual Jedi. (i have a big, focused post specifically about jedi clothing here, if you're interested.)

CLONES AND MUSIC CLONES AND MUSIC CLONES AND MUSIC

Hey, just so you know, I'm making a whole separate post for this because it is that important to both the Clones and Me. I'm going to be tagging you in that post as soon as I am done with it because it's one of my absolute FAVORITE topics :DDD

Essential Ship Supplies (AKA Citrus and Potable Liquid)

Yes, Malastare will be growing citrus now. I love you you're the best. Water conservation in the warships of the Republic Navy is extremely important, and there are both manual and magical (though the latter is rarer) ways of converting the saltwater of the sea into drinkable water for the troops. Fresh water is also collected when ships are docked in port. However, water can have a tendency to carry disease and is overall not a reliable potable, so many holds also carry barrels and barrels of much more sterile alcohol (this is historical! and it's usually diluted with the collected freshwater, especially so that, you know, padawans aren't drinking hard concentrated liquor XD).

Gunpowder Weaponry

I've thought long and hard about this so prepare yourself. It's not used very often, being too often unwieldy and overall unsuited for the culture of the Galactic Archipelago- that is, UNTIL the rise of the Empire. Up until the end of the Clone Wars, very few people use guns as their weapon of choice; those who do are usually bounty hunters, and theirs are more often than not personal, custom-built firearms. In fact, in the entirety of the story, Han Solo is the only protagonist character to actually be proficient in the use of a pistol. Now, the Empire in this AU is heavily steampunk-inspired, and it lends well to their rhetoric of trying to stamp out any use of magic- whether that be the false magic of alchemy or, more dangerous, the true magic of the Force- through convincing the public of the strength of Imperial Machinery. Thus, all Imperial soldiers are issued rifles and/or pistols, and this becomes a huge point of discussion in terms of one character in particular. That character is Crosshair. When allied with the Empire, they give him his gunpowder firearms- an entirely different type of weapon than the bow and crossbow he's so proficient with. Thus, when he rejoins his brothers, not only does he struggle with his shaking hand, he also has to re-learn how to use his original weapons, since he spent so much time developing the muscle memory for an entirely different class of warfare that his skill with his traditional arms has atrophied. The unwieldiness of gunpowder firearms is also why Stormtroopers are such notoriously terrible shots.

Animals

Quite a few Jedi warships have pets, whether legally or otherwise. Many Clones and Padawans will just… sneak whatever they can hide into the hold, and most of the time their Jedi are quite willing to indulge them, as long as the situation doesn't get out of hand (mostly so they, who are themselves very fond of animals most of the time, can continue to hide the ship companions from the knowledge of the Senate). The Resolute has at least three birds (Ahsoka's doing), a cat- ostensibly for the "rat problem" (this one was Hardcase; they don't actually have a rat problem, but Rex was willing to let this one slide), and… a tank full of exotic fish (Dogma's collection, which he caught all by himself; even after he leaves the 501st, they keep it in his memory). Jesse, Fives, and Echo have been holding out hope for a dog, but so far their dreams have not been realized. The Negotiator has a strict no-furry-creatures rule (Cody's allergic), but Waxer and Boil have still managed to sneak various reptiles and even the occasional colony of insects aboard- much to their Commander's annoyance and General Obi-Wan's amusement. As for the Marauder… well, they have Gonky, who for the purposes of this AU is going to be a goat. Don't ask me why, if Hunter doesn't get an answer from Wrecker and Crosshair then you don't either.

Clone Mythos

I'm going to go more in-detail for this in the Clones and Music post, but the short answer is yes, the Clones are excellent storytellers and it's one of their favorite pastimes, considering that they had to find some way to keep themselves entertained in Kamino. While under the sea, cadets would tell each other fantastical stories of the world above, of fish that swim in the sky and stars that grow on trees, of forests that sway in currents not made by water, of a golden jewel set in the center of the heavens that makes everything bright and clear and warm (so unlike the murky depths of the ocean floor); and when the soldiers found themselves on land and sea and ship, they'd weave recountings to their Jedi Generals and Padawan Commanders of the tales of the depths below, of the bird-like fish that nest in the forests of coral and the anemones that serve as the flora of sandbar meadows, of the great mountains of the deep and of underwater volcanoes, of the starfish and jellies that shine in the inky waters surrounding Kamino (as if they hold some memory of their ancestors set in the sky). Clones are also fantastic storytellers and delight in telling stories they make up on the spot. Additionally, though it isn't quite storytelling, one of their most favorite… traditions? superstitions? rituals? (i'm not quite sure know how to define this but what have you) is that they'll write letters or poems or little notes, hopes, dreams, wishes, prayers- on scraps of paper, and then fold them into the shapes of birds and cast them into the sea in the hopes that the sea spirits will read them and answer them. (This came to me in a vision and i cut into my sleep time just to write this down so i hope this makes sense.)

OKAY IT'S DONE! I really do hope these were helpful and that you enjoyed reading my responses :D Also please please don't hesitate to send me any more questions because you ask such good questions and I really do love answering them, even if it takes me a while to actually respond XD

[powerfultenderness]

“Close your eyes for me love.” ? >:3

Lulu! ❤ lol i'm still very much into Stalker!Adrian, but now with a teeny tiny tad bit of a twist!!

Word count: 1000 Warnings: canon typical violence

You were absolutely the most important person in Adrian’s life. After the whole butterfly incident the team went their own ways, even Peacemaker left Evergreen, again. That left you as the only person in town that he cared for. He just…had to work up the courage to actually talk to you!

But not now. Maybe the next time you came into the restaurant. You liked eating there, he noticed. In fact, he noticed a lot about you. It was easy; you were a creature of habit. It meant that even if he couldn’t watch out for you in person, he knew where to find you.  

Like right now, you should have been at home, in your pajamas and cuddled up in bed. But you weren't home. 

He cursed under his breath and jumped off of your balcony. He had to retrace the steps of where you should have been! 

Luckily you were just a block from your apartment complex, but rage filled his core as he saw a man twice your size slam you into a wall, one hand around your throat while the other moved down where he couldn’t see. 

Faster than he could ever remember moving, he pulled the man off of you, your gasped coughs only adding to his anger, and shoved him to the other side of the alley. 

“Close your eyes for me love.” He growled out as he raised his gun at the man, only hesitating a moment to let you close your eyes. 

You did not.

You could not.

You watched as he pulled the trigger, bullet bursting through the man’s skull sending blood and flesh and brain matter across the red brick wall. Brick red and blood red were so different. Neon against the darkness of night.

As much as your mind tried, you could find no pattern in the goopy, stringy, mess slowly being pulled down by gravity. It wasn’t until another shade of red, brilliant and gleaming, obscured your sight did you gasp for a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Vigilante filled your senses, your eyes locked onto his red visor, he smelled of gunpowder and oil, his voice was pleasantly low, not deep and booming and intimidating, but low enough that his worried words (what was he saying?) were able to cut through the temporary tinnitus. 

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath when you didn’t respond to him a third time. And only because you were worth it, you were worth everything to him, he pulled off his mask and gently cradled your face in his hands, calling your name in hopes of snapping you out of this daze you were in.

“Adrian?” You whispered, shocked, as your eyes locked with his.

His eyebrows scrunched up in the cutest way. “You know who I am?” 

Of course you did, he was only the man you were harboring a major crush on. Some people might even consider you a stalker, for all the times you showed up at his work place just for a glimpse of him. Fennel Fields was mediocre Italian food, at best! But you eventually figured out his schedule and couldn’t help but eat there twice a week, just to stare at him. A little creepy, but how he fueled your dreams!

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You snatched the Vigilante mask out of his hand and shoved it back over his head. “You can’t let the cops see you like that!” 

Sure, you knew he was Vigilante, but this was the first time you had actually seen him kill someone. You were grateful for that, you didn’t want to think of what your attacker would have done had Vigilante not shown up.

You then grabbed his hand and started to drag him away from the murder scene and towards your apartment. 

Vigilante stumbled a bit, “uh, you’re not freaked out?”

“That you saved me? No.” 

You decided not to tell him that you often took unnecessary risks with your safety because you were pretty sure he was always following you. He didn’t need to know that you knew his secret. “Thank you for that, by the way.” 

“Oh! You’re welcome!” You could hear the smile in his voice. He had such a sweet voice, you’d only ever heard it in passing before, but aimed at you it somehow sounded brighter. 

“Are you trying to take me home?” He asked, like he didn’t know where you were leading him. 

Right on cue policed sirens echoed through the night and you picked up your pace. “Just until the police go away.” 

“Smart.” 

It only took a few more minutes before you were pushing him inside your apartment.

Now that he was inside, and the risk of other people seeing him gone, he pulled his mask off again and put his glasses on. “How do you know my name?” He circled back.

“How do you know my name?” 

He coughed, “it’s uh, my super power! Yea! I’m really good at guessing names!” 

…

“Me too.” You blinked, biting your lip to try and hold back a grin. 

“You have a super power?” His little gasp was cute. “I mean, I have a superpower because I’m a superhero. But-”

“Do you wanna fuck?” Now that you had the man you’d been crushing on for weeks in your home and an excuse to keep him here, you might as well go for it. 

“What?” He immediately dropped his ramble, eyes going wide and jaw slack as he processed your question.

“We probably have some time to kill while the cops-Mmh!” 

He practically lunged himself at you, hands gently but firmly pulling your face to his, crushing his lips against yours as he swallowed the rest of your words.

Adrian really didn’t care what the rest of your sentence was going to be, all he knew was that the one person he’d been dreaming for months was offering to fuck him! He wasn’t going to let this opportunity go! 

[Protective Prompts]

[troublemakingrebel]

Fanfic Tag Game

Ayyy, @krankittoeleven, thanks for tagging! Love these little lists!

1. How many fics do you have on AO3?

34! (I used to write in two languages, but for this game i count only the English ones)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

295,814... (~1.5 times more words than "Fellowship of the Ring" by JRR Tolkien *sweating*)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Totally obsessed with Assassin's Creed (Valhalla in particular), but also have some WIPs for Cyberpunk 2077.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Right Behind You (Witcher 3), a piece about epic friendship & love between Geralt of Rivia and the absolute husband material Emiel Regis

10 years apart, no more (AC Valhalla), a fix-it for the fLicKEriNg flame nonsense (if you know you know...)

Shall We? (AC Syndicate), another fix-it that makes Maxwell Roth survive the fire as there's no fire at all

The Truth (The Wolf Among Us), about shaky relationship between the Big Bad Wolf and the Woodsman (i'm so surprised it made it to the top-5!!)

In the Belly of the Beast (AC Valhalla), about Ivarr Ragnarsson eating the forbidden Saxon fruit while no one is watching hehe

5. Do you respond to comments?

Of course! Can't leave them hanging there in silence!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Usually, I don't do sad endings, but the most bitter-sweet one is Pebble (Dragon Age: Inquisition) about a kossith who cuts his massive horns off to look more like a human so he could follow his lover to the city where kossith race isn't welcome :c Although I don't think his lover would let him go there anyway......

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Haha every other one :D But Sun, Rum and Gunpowder (AC Black Flag) has the happiest and the most carefree vibes whatsoever!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not on the fics, but the ships! I just delete those because why is it an author's problem suddenly that some people don't know how filters work??

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh, I sure do ;> It's not extremely explicit (no holes in sight, but dicks and balls can be spotted) and is mostly focused on emotions and dialogues.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nope, but I write AUs sometimes to spice things up! Modern days AUs are the bane of my existence, and still... somehow... I keep making them...

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, but I noticed my lines and phrases in the stories of fellow writers. I appreciate it!!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah!! Out of all possible fics, it was The Remnants of a Ruined Past, a Mad Max (the game!) story translated into Polish. Love it lots!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Never as i am incapable to work in groups haha. I did some challenges though, such as picking a theme and writing something small with a fren to compare the results later. It's very fun and helps to keep your brain gears spinning!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Like, the one and only ship that I could bring along if I was stuck on a desert island? Or the one I don't even write for anymore but carry in my heart daily? The former would be Hawke x Varric (Dragon Age 2) because they're a comfort ship with many possibilities for plots. The latter is Ezio x Leonardo (AC II + Brotherhood + Revelations) and Arthur x Eames (Inception) because they started it all hehe.

15. What’s a fic you’d like to finish but don’t think you ever will?

It's a compilation of drabbles written for a very niche CGI Resident Evil movie (Damnation) & very rare pair that i was planning to continue for as long as the planet keeps spinning, but got overwhelmed with the amount of ideas I had in mind :c

16. What are your writing strengths?

Humor and dialogues!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Everything el– 🥲 Deep character studies, believable politics and fights.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

A big yes from me, it ads depth and character when used correctly. Also, it's very interesting to keep an evening reading about the language you're planning to use, even it's for a few simple words.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

It was an attempt to mimic Marie Corelli and write a ficlet for her novel "The Sorrows of Satan". And then Assassin's Creed took my soul and I've never seen it since! Kinda ironic, huh...

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I'm gonna cheat bc I'm quite proud about Beautiful Decline, a series of four fics written for Assassin's Creed Valhalla. It's an enormous project that was never meant to break out from its confinements and produce three more stories lmao.

Tagging @firefly-partyn and @krankittoeleven if you wanna join!

[scp-10000]

Dumb headcanon I thought I’d share with yall.  Content warnings for Cannibalisum, Unsanitary, and Non Food Items.

This is what Cleo knows her fellow Hermits taste like.  Don’t ask how they know this.

Cub and Scar: Oh Watchers their flesh is so sweet and tender.  It’s only attached to the bones to allow them to move around.  They freaked out after she swore vengeance on them for defiling her head temple in season 5 cause they genuinely thought she was going to eat them.

Impulse: This man has the texture and taste of a stuffed animal.  Cleo would not recommend eating him.

Etho: The man tastes like rocks and is as sandy and grainy as redstone when bit.  Somehow despite this he thinks Cleo may just eat him.

Beef: Despite his name, he tastes like pork, what most humans taste like.

Bdubs: The man tasted like moss long before he donned the hoodie.  Also, the last time Cleo tried biting him, thorns clawed their gums, and they got punched in the gut, and it hurt because Bdubs is deceptively good at punching people.

Doc: Tell me.  Would you wanna eat rotting, half liquefied lettuce, gunpowder, and decaying goat meat?  That’s what I thought.  Cleo wouldn’t either.  This is also how they knew the vex were lying about eating the nHo(Cub and Scar said Doc tasted like a fresh garden salad when they were asked).

Joe: Joe tastes annoying.

Hypno: Hypno is one of the few Hermits she doesn’t know what they taste like.  Joe says he tastes delicious.  Joe did not commit bit or eat.  Cleo does not want to know how he knows this.

xB: Somehow this man tastes like fish.  He only has some fish in his genetics.

Jevin and Keralis: They somehow taste more annoying than Joe.

Tango: Half of this man’s diet is ghost peppers.  How do you expect him to not be insanely spicy?

Zedaph: Somehow he tastes sideways.  

Pearl: Ś̸̷o̷̸҉̸͝u͏̧p͘.

Xisuma and Welsknight: The one time she tried was when she was sick and mistook them for cans of soup and tried to bite them open.  It did not go well for all involved.

Ren: They don’t know what Ren tastes like, so they started a rumor he tastes like cat food.  He does not know how that rumor started.

Gem: Gem tastes like breakfast foods.  All of them at once.

False: No one has the courage to find out what False tastes like.

Iskall: Like his name suggests, he tastes ice cold.

Stress: Too damned sweet.  Too...damned...sweet.

Grian: You expect me to say grain, but he’s actually salty.

Mumbo: Cleo does not know what he tastes like.  No one’s sure why.

[dmwrites]

On quiet evenings, they liked to watch the sun set from the flat canvas that floated in the ocean. Well, most evenings were quiet now, since it was only Beef and xB on the server. But the sentiment still stood.

And so, as it was a quiet evening, Beef and xB sat, feet in the warm ocean water, watching the sun begin to sink into the waves.

“You know what’s funny?” xB said. “We’re the only two people here, and still, I don’t know you’re entire life’s story. How is that possible?”

“Well, we’ve been busy.” Beef replied. “Between the card building and trying to figure out where everyone went and the flirting- I mean, having fun, how can we really know each other already? I think you just want to know all of my embarrassing secrets so you can use it for blackmail later.”

xB scoffed. “Whaaat? I’d never- well, okay, that might be true. Come on, let’s do a little q&a.”

“Fine, fine, but I’m going first.” Beef said, shifting so he was looking at him more. xB smelled like gunpowder, but Beef didn’t mention it. He had a feeling that some days were a little harder for xB then he let on. “So, you’re like a fish, right? Some kind of fish-human hybrid thing?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” xB replied.

“Wha- xB, you know you do have to do an A to my Q, right?” Beef said in mock outrage.

xB giggled. “Okay, okay, yes, I am some kind of fish thing. I don’t really know what, it’s been too long.” He splashed his legs in the water, the light of the setting sun catching some of the scales he had when in the water.

Beef paused. “… right, well, we’ll circle back to that later maybe. But my real question is do you have like… fish… urges?”

“Beef, what the fuck does that even mean?” xB asked, his giggles renewing.

“Like, I don’t know, do you ever want to eat smaller fish or go upstream or lay eggs or something?”

xB dissolved into choked laughter, shaking his head and waving his hands around. “I am not answering that, you weirdo! Your question is invalid, it’s my turn now.”

“Okay, ask me, then. Anything. I’m an open book.” Beef said.

xB took a deep breath to get himself under control. “Why do you have blood on your apron?”

“Oh.” Beef said, suddenly sober. “That’s… wow, okay, that’s a big one. You must have been thinking about it for a while. Okay… it’s… I slay redstone demons at night, and that is how redstone is made.”

xB snorted. “Shut up, I hate you.” He pushed Beef, who pushed him back, and they ended up both falling into the water with a splash.

For a moment, Beef was sinking down, down, down, and xB was in front of him, laughing silently, scales of blue and black all over his body. The sun was setting far off in the distance, so vibrant that Beef could see it even in the water. He smiled at xB as he sunk lower and lower into the silence of the ocean, and, in this timeless moment, Beef felt joy. It was a special, painful kind of joy, one only came when fun and laughter is still, somehow, found in the deepest pits of uncertainty and dread. Then xB grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back to the surface, both of them laughing too hard, for what else was there to do?

[zinkleberg]

OC Interview - Vian

Ty @cybervesna for tag <3. Tagging @valeriesilverhand and @skelior

I'm pretty sure Vian would avoid any and all public appearances period but if she had to answer these questions, this is how I imagine she would.

Name?

Well, I dunno you so just call me V.

Nicknames?

Don't have any other than what I gave you, guess my brothers called me "shitling" or something but that doesn't really count.

Gender?

Female

Star sign?

Gonna be straight with you here, but I had no idea what these things even meant, had to ask my friend Misty. She said I'm a Sagittarius 'cause I was born in December. Cool I guess?

Height?

6 ft in freedom units, 183 cm in the other one.

Orientation?

What do you mean by this? I'm sitting up straight is that what you mean? Oh, sexuality. Uh, I'm asexual.

Nationality?

I was born across the Pacific in this country called China but I'm American, I don't see myself as anything else.

Favourite fruit?

I've only had real fruit like once or twice, but I think my favorite was probably grapes, dunno they're just easy to eat.

Favourite season?

I'd say summer but I live in North California... so fall probably. It's cooler at least but it's not cold. The cold sucks... I've only seen snow maybe once or something but I didn't like it.

Favourite flower?

What kinda goofy question is that? I dunno shit about biology. Uhh, red ones... just, all kinds of red ones.

Favourite scent?

Dare I say, gunpowder. Yeah, cliche but I don't care.

Coffee or tea?

I don't drink caffeine, I'm just raw dogging life out here.

Average hours of sleep?

In a row or like, overall per day? In a row probably 2. I don't sleep very well most nights. To add onto that, I don't sleep at night very often either so I wake up at like 1 in the afternoon.

Dog or cat person?

Cats. I've literally never seen a dog in NC.

Dream trip?

Literally anywhere away from NC, I hate this place. It'd be at least 10% better if people took regular showers.

Favourite fictional character?

Sarah Connor from those old Terminator films. They're almost 100 years old or something at this point but, eh, it's still cool film history.

Number of blankets you sleep with?

Uhh one? It's too friggin' hot here.

Random fact?

Glad you asked for a random one not a fun one. I got partially blown up in 2074, that was fun and it was how I ended up with this cool hand. (pic credit: chaaxfo)

I keep neglecting my tumblr sorry I plan to post my other works here as well soon lol

[wh-da-backup]

I just gathered up a pile of post-its and other bits of paper on my floor. on these papers are about a year's worth of lyric scraps and random lines. some are used in songs, some appear more than once. some were not on paper and i typed them on my phone instead. some are based on me and some are totally in character. some are cool sounding and some are stupid and cheesy. i am consolidating them here. at this point, most have dates on them. the order will be roughly most recent to oldest, starting with late 2011- early 2012 (present) and going back to whenever i uploaded the last one. here we go.

3/21 your hand will hold mine but your voice will not requite me why does it feel like you always fight me

4/? (mid april) you want to drown in soda pop fame you'll drink up the bubbles and think it's champagne while the high fructose corn syrup seeps in your brain eats away at your mind in sweet processed bliss and you want to die this way tangled in fame's kiss

2/27 fit in, don't let 'em see you care lend your conscience, lend your hair

cut and dye cut-and-dry got new shoes i hope you're gonna keep 'em tied

straight face cheap lace know your poses know your -- place!

2/28 [first line goes here- i never wrote one] in these luminescent headlights i find you prettier than moonlight the rearview mirrors are cameras whose feeds all show up on the dashboard hey man we need a dash of something 'cause we're so bored… sobered…

nothing is a let out nothing is a let out nothing is a let out oh-oh…

/no date/ just movie kisses those hollow-woods talk with their teeth

1/14 you like to send me vicarious travel and i long for closer than company the sound of your voice running rings round the sun

2/26 i owe you a lot for all the music i owe you a lot for the times i fought you i owe you the fact that i wasn't alone why are you still here? what have i done?

3/5 i wanna rip you out of my system count all the chances- you missed 'em giving me emotions i got the orders, hate the mission

it seems you never learn it seems you never learn

burn!

your words burn me out. get off my mouth.

1/17 if you got a color we demand a million shades drip-wax seals and caustic marinades in the midst of politics and people screaming poetry rises without a meaning

3/20 you think the things i do the talking feels like new you listen when i ask you to

safety pin my shadow to your arms so i can go there seal away these secrets in a box no one has to know where

3/20 I've been known for shooting mirrors no one wants to hold my fingers

all your pretty dresses won't make me a little lady i'm a bad motherfcker I'M A GUNPOWDER BABY

1/22 she saw him shortly after he got hurt warnings and dirt no shame morning advances dirt morning advances taking chances seems profane

3/17 you're looking for and like me

3/17 I thought that i was gone from you forever and you as part of me were all but severed i was sad that we were not together but then we traveled time and were recovered

again i notice all those things 22s and hearing trains it's great to have you back again

2/9 shut your mouth story and tell your brain waves they cannot come and live in my ears

there's no place there is no time there's no place for you place for you here

2/26 open wide shy outside Jeck'll hide from the world

2/21 and i will pray for every last one of you

1/25 this is a 911 to everyone this thing has got to stop [this monster's got to stop]

I could be the warm lightning to your storm

1/28 dressed to the nines for the tens and elevens you're rich as hell cause you spent all your heaven

1/30-31 daily dose of stupid juice look who made the tv noose sell yourself and sign the truce where's your right to choose?

1/27 now she withers and wishes she'd known she'd have to die to free her bones

12/29 wordless and worthless

3/9 pester rain won't go won't leave me alone and i can hear the water shaking in my ears i can see the water shaking in my eyes i can taste the water shaking in my mouth i can feel the water shaking in my blood going to quench dry bones the water the water

3/10 hold my veins away from me hold my veins against me stain of restrain as i strain to restrain as i strain to contain

3/10 under all the pressure of everything you know the pressure is relieved now feels like you let me go

under the impression you're mine to throw around i only wanted to hold you and you let me down

3/10 smarter made me shrug and safer made me prone and older made me smug and smug made me alone

3/17 the one i heard was only words found out you lied and since then i take back my smiles you lying child the one i kissed does not exist

3/7 recurrences of my old self wolf as i were as soon as i smelled spring as soon as i smelled spring

i am not the same loon nor are you the old you and nothing that i thought was true.

2/6 raze the curtain for the final bow

2/2 bleeding and bleeding on knives of the mind

2/10 a kiss to shut the door for good a kiss that this will never be

thoughts in the dark holding knives to my mind

2/10 hole in my jeans on the thigh from my thumb it'd be the latest fashion if it weren't the only one

and i cry out to the sellouts

cause the setters know best trendsetters know best

wait my heart out cardboard cutout

transcending their best, la mode just waiting for their suns to set

and explode

1/15 what i said was in the past is still around

/no date- probably late 2011/ -losing daylight and my mind -catch my breath and a glimpse of the sun -out of bed and time -waiting tables and patiently -change of season and clothes

1/31 a day so fine caught myself standing in line it was my turn i took it for the worse i meant it

the means that bring the ends it all depends on what you're looking at

/no date- based on an older line/ this is not the place where you were born this is not the calm before the storm this is not a riot, this is the norm

it's a big world, you'll grow into it

12/25 we missed half the 90s before we were born we missed half the 90s when we were alive we are the babies who live in the past we are the babies of nineteen-nine-five

winter's too cold but i'm plenty warm and dying for more trip on my tongue kissing nineteen-nine-four

love and bleach and fire and gasoline and screams and other things of which we used to sing

i wish too much can't find… can't find my mind

i'm a jaded old fuck and i wish i looked at music the same

2/25 smile for the camera shot in the head develop the pictures lookin good good as dead

1/27 head will roll to the soles in control cold races to places, mistaken plastic sarcastic bashing the masses, tactics TV static no one knows how tragic no one knows how tragic

you must be miss taken sorry, my mistake

try to make amends sever what offends

1/2 we are equal in these times we are equal in these crimes we are equal draw no lines we are equal in our brine

what's in yours is what's in mine

head first in the media just another stolen face just another stolen place

swallowing your poison whole

just another slowin' pace

we're krill in the baleen of fame

chew and swallow stolen shame

1/1 i'm so fuckin bored and lazy my stuff is all over the floor but maybe i could clear a place where we'd lie side by side and waste a couple days lost in vinyl haze no "their"s no "they"s

1/2 a heart you never asked for in your hands and what that heart demands

1/2 fuck you calculater piss off smell u later

/no date/ dodging in and out of traffic and each other's lives

/no date- 2011/ none of this is real you're just a lie i tell myself

12/26 I said never mind never mind never mind said whatever you do don't mind

5/26/11 kick it for sleeping

i like the crunch i'm chewing up my mouth

prostrate ourselves to RUMORS

11/26 [not typing the accents cause i'm lazy] passe simple l'enfance etait simple nous n'avions pas une chance taisez-vous tout a coup vos reves perdent leur romance hey hey cyclones lie in the eyes of the water cyclones lie in the eyes of the water cyclones lie in the eyes of the water woah, woah, woah

read past simple childhood was simple we never had a chance behave yourself and all of a sudden your dreams lose their romance hey hey les cyclones restent dans les yeux de l'eau les cyclones restent dans les yeux de l'eau les cyclones restent dans les yeux de l'eau whoa, whoa, whoa

11/20-21-22? there was a time, young ones, when life was a dream-sky, supple and simple, childhood was cake

we knew we had playthings and daydreams for chasing but not that they'd rot into maggot-meat, quickly replaced

flicking bombs at Mother Riot seeded boom in Riot's womb started naming generations started taking too much room

12/11 let's get famous and die in the blinding lights

we'll say he was our pretty little friend we'll wait until he's dead and gone and get to know him them

/no date- summer/ suffocated hockey sister in a spray can

/no date/ i only feel like myself when i'm by myself i feel i only like myself when i'm with someone else

11/15 bubble child, bubble child inside her shell her mind runs wild walls of concrete, writing in the grout she sees mirrors but doesn't see out

i let no one in i let no one in i let no one in staring at my skin, myopia [tearing through my skin, myopia]

/no date/ are you sure you love the ones who are laughing at your pain you are a chain and they will break you down you are a flame and they will burn you out you oughta change or else they'll push until you cave you are so brave

you're human in his arms but are you human in his head

you're human in his arms is it humid in his head

/no date 2011/ swallow your doubt i hope you choke close but no cigar, you shouldn't smoke watch your step, too close you'll go blind you should learn to read between the lines

/no date summer 2011/ just picked a scab out of my ear i think it's somewhere in my hair and then i remembered why the fuck should i care

i kinda really have to pee i perform my functions bodily they still go on even if no one cares about me

terrestrial boredom

/no date/ the emptiness is draining like all the light you're wasting you're drooling and complaining there's no spark

china cracks in broken plates like watching milk evaporate in the dark

/no date/ hello it's nice to meet you i'm hungry but i think i'l feed you blind and i would like to lead you don't forget the ones who freed you (someday they just might need you)

12/29 this is the dress i wore today it doesn't smell like you and its seams so black and blue and i run the scizzors through and the scentless dress is ruined

/no date summer 2011/ you were a child all rosy and pink had screwed ideas of how things work a library of libel just waiting to stink you developed nervous quirks all grown up and out of work i'll stab you in the gut you jerk

/no date summer 2011/ the glue is busy fixing sneakers you can wear your heart on your sleeve but not your feet

i like that thing adorning you i would like to wear one too

11/27 trust your eyes to censor mirrors trust the mind to make you care trust the others in their wisdom trust your own dead stare

11/28 i'm just your typical whiny-ass teen with a big fat vain ego but no self-esteem i can play a few chords i get pissed when i'm bored deep down all i want is to be adored i'm lazy high school sucks rule #1, don't give a

/no date these are almost all 2011/ cry me into the sea of dancing bodies

crowd energy

/no date/ count your possessions counter obsession

you're in over your sick head

/no date/ DRIVE YOUR SHOES

/no date/ i don't have your dead ghost heart why do you make things feel like it

you promised me love is it lost in the mail?

blue eyes you could fall in love with

/no date/ you seem to know the stories behind these things

/no date/ i know you don't care for me that i'm just her effigy i know someday you'll see you miss your chance with everyone

you always tell me all your dreams you love like i'm projector screens the naked canvas for your slide machine

/no date spring 2011/ factories bottline purified air while spewing their smoke to the sky

/no date/ your mind doesn't rule very well and your body rebels

/no date/ if you want to free the freed from freedom turn up the TV proceeding to feed 'em

i've been writing love songs behind your back

/no date/ you remember things were so much better in the decade before you were born

i wouldn't make my world so loud if i didn't have so much to drown out of my system

you and me forever in our infamy

/no date/ love feeds on milk and valentine candy she feeds on [flowers/roses/petals] and an artist's [starving/beating/bleeding] heart

quick and painless stolen stainless

/no date march 2011/ a cloud floats high above the ground someday we will shoot it down

i'll probably end up with someone like you

/no date summer 2011/ i'll take your hand i'll run you dry i'll whisper to you whisper baby "don't you love the lie?"

/no date/ behaviour and instinct naked on the inside

/no date spring 2011/ you're my perfect you're my pretty

someday this will speak to you

i want you to myself

FUCK EVERYTHING TAKE ME BACK TO THERAPY

oops

/no date summer 2011/ you'll censor her thorns so her love doesn't hurt this girl is a flower she'll die without dirt

it's war on the papers the movers and shakers

/no date/ you only love me in your dreams

/no date/ dead laughter tele

/no date/ i was an idiot child bent on chasing cliches

and now i have no answers for the questions you raise

and the lies you shake

off the wall- phone call

/no date/ sometimes i feel like old gum on the sidewalk- used up and no longer wanted

i wanna be different just like everyone else

she was born into royalty out of heaven in a hole

/no date/ who knows where they begin and end always loved you as a friend

/no date/ collective subconsious a black-and-white photograph we looked at the flag and we all saw red

/no date/ i wish we had our whole lives to do this, but we don't. we have rationed hours in the afternoon and we need to hurry or else we'll never get it done in time.

/no date march 2011/ i slept like it was summer and i dreamed [like/til] i was dead

i can't stand no knowing how the story ends it's true we'd make a good pair but we're even better friends i only love you cause i can't control my brain

i'm scared of spit and i'm a hypocrite and i hate you cause you're one too

/no date/ i wonder if i'm nauseous i really can't tell

deleterious, man I'm serious!

i'm intemperate

laughing off the awkward tension

can you tell what i'm thinking? oh please don't tell

/no date spring 2011/ you only go to places to say you've been

everyone's a freak

/no date/ teach us well for now, the year and if their money doesn't want him here he'll go away to live in mountains "daddy what's a water fountain?"

trickle, trickle hurrikeynesians

8/4-or-5/2011 31 hours today lumbar bumps and a glass of champagne time flies on a plane …time flies on a plane they tell you how much time remains

like the games we played as children where everything can be solved by building more guns

i may be loud but i'm no punk i just like safety pins and all sorts of useless junk

recline and don't mind

i'll see them all from first to lost

/no date/ are ya tuned

/no date/ i'd cry if i could

i know you can't take the stress i love you but i'm a mess

if this isn't real then where's your objection?

i slept through friday afternoon

/no date/ state of matter fusion fission fuck amusement fuck decision

/no date/ museum sleeper

/no date/ optic love

so close to here so unaware

would you like a kiss goodbye?

'Lyn believes in me

/no date/ sin of envy soaked in her fat cells

dull advantage

/no date/ i am made of flesh, you are made of zeroes and ones. is that true? [quote from cleverbot]

i held the computer as she shut down emitting a warmth for us to share

/no date/ beasts of change

11/1 you left without a word you had me for desert

11/2 last year wasted my december doting on my dear dissembler now i choose not to remember now i choose not to remember

/no date/ air thick with sparks

you'll fall in love with anyone as long as you have got no chance

i'm in love and you're a ghost

you think you're so mighty, might as well

i know it's not your fate to rot cause baby nothing's settled

queen of arcs and angles

out looking for birds will never get you very far just jack white's look-alike sitting in the woods with a guitar

/no date/ cuts and bruises [hearts and roses/dying muses] nothing left to run from

game-bored

indie-cision

fantasies of mind control and sex and drugs and rock and roll

/no date/ you're old enough to read a map depeche-toi and mind the gap be careful not to overlap with oncoming trains

you've got all night, you've got no right you've got a week i think you're old enought to keep that trigger finger on your lap you're screaming out your brain

it's-not-o-k

freedom for oil and dogs chewing tin foil it's painless at best spilling ice from a hole in my chest

you were right about me and i'm wearing a wire don't worry it'll all end well but i'll kill anyone you tell

my heart my head play dumb play dead

i want to be the girl who always sings in the hallway i want the apathy to curb my indecision

i want to speak and feel no remorse for speaking i want to be the girl with a dark secret

notice me

there are pills for everything there are pills for everything

/no date/ no soul, you're all just numbers digits on the counter culture 's hand

go against the grain but go against the same grain keep different names but have the same brain operate as you were trained

/no date/ circle in a square half

/no date/ i got struck by lightning walking home in the rain and i saw the future with my own brain i died young, but older than i thought but enough about me and all the things i bought

the government had total control and they were holding a funeral for rock n roll

/no date/ barb wire eyes piss-warm smile

/no date/ look at me your stare cold glare your pair o' lies real eyes

/no date/ my tongue my head play dumb play dead

lay down lay low my town my ghosts

/no date/ mirror mirror diamond ring you know we'll have our fun

i'll kiss you when i think i'm pretty, shoot you when i'm done

/no date/ i wanted to learn the ropes and be a big shot record producer

save me computer science just like you've saved and killed us all the human race got dumb i'll save my friends and then blast off to space i'm done

track 6 track 6 make me

/no date/ the taste of pennies on my tongue watching the future eat its young [i'm pretty sure my dad wrote at least the first line of that. the second one might have been mine i don't remember]

/no date/ [these are cool but i don't remember writing them] rats and stones you stroke my bones ice cream cone i drip alone

pray tell, what would you like to be, sir? a champion disgracer? a monkey deceaser?

embryonic scars welcome, my children

/no date/ leave me be, i'm no forgiver i will have these scars forever

this is not a riot, this is the norm

/no date/ i'm a hated figure but i have no regrets i'll melt all the glass in the television sets [my dad wrote the first line, i wrote the second one]

/no date/ you taught me that sometimes your children come home and you don't have to be madly in love with every album you own and you taught me that sometimes wounds heal without scars and you taught me not everyone travels in cars and dust doesn't have to gather on the shelves and sometimes we must remember to love ourselves in a world that's just bursting with personal hells

/no date/ just saw lightning but i don't hear rain

/no date/ a man who believes he can hide behind wealth he'll say there's no heaven he'll say there's no health

/no date/ i don't have to wonder because i know

/no date/ they tell you it takes brains to stay, it takes guts to drop out

it's never my turn is it

10/12 bare hands in the garden calling to his falcon sailing on his galleon til he fell off the horizon

11/9 deep down i fear it's getting cold and i just want another warm body to hold

get off my mouth

12/10 can i hold you and feel your lungs laugh?

burn diary notice the color your past in combustion

/no date fall 2011/ i'll do to you what you are to me

FOOD MAKES MOOD

ther's no stopping human nature tell that to the legislature

/no date/ were you sleepy on your wedding day? did you ever see it coming?

/no date/ apocalypse kiss think of situations but not yet not while there is consequence

9/26 "Headless Barb"

happy birthday, here's a Headless Barb dressed in her garbage manufactured garb teach the little girls to starve all dolls are beautiful some dolls are carved

wear a wire, Headless Barb tear my childhood leave your scars princesses have plastic parts live in pink houses and drive pink cars

be like her and end up dead got a hollow malleable head all her organs cannot fit never eats and never shits

/no date/ you held your tongue now spare me mine you [had/missed] your chance a lot of times I'll make the list another time

tall candles cry, burn down

i said something wrong, who hasn't?

somebody pissed in the gene pool

yesterday somebody drowned

/no date/ i can't fix it: myself

change the shit world

/no date/ i understand the things i say may come across as such cliches but i adore the way you walk even when you walk away

and i don't know how well you know me yet or if you'd even want me girl you got me in a quandry i'm in love

/no date august 2011/ i'll tell you when it's time to dance i'l be your clock with swallowed hands

/no date/ haven't picked it up since but i got real close i got breakfast cereal brains and my tongue is toast i'm all mixed up the clear is coast are you gonna leave me?

10:02 i'll call you in 20 minutes but by then i'll be pissed again anger's my bad habit

/no date/ [not a lyric but it's a thought i wrote down] That glorious moment when you've been staring into space, paused, searching for the right word, and suddenly, it appears, snatched out of the air, and clicks into place like a puzzle piece.

/no date/ always real polite to strangers i act shitty toward my friends soft embryo of an idea i ate all my brainchildren

/no date/ burping shirt

/no date summer 2011/ how's your new plaything? are you bored with her yet? she believes in you this time how soon we forget is she after your money? are you after her debt? would you cut her some slack? you think you're a tinker and you're turning a key in her back

you want a diamond you want it rough it's always the same and it's never enough

/no date/ it hurts so that i won't fuck up again but now the pain comes even when i've done nothing wrong

i'd never try to take another's place i'll leave you alone just get out of my face a smile is ugly and so i am, your grace

/no date summer 2011/ i look better hiding in my clothes where no one goes no one knows no one cares wear and tear no one dares stop and stare no one

/no date/ i'm falling down the stairs

/no date/ [prose thingy] you can't demand the respect they'd give an adult if you're going to overreact and throw a tantrum like a 5 year old child you can't be arrogant and condescending and expect them to like you. let me tell you something, princess. you live in the real world with real people, not the world in your sick head. and someday there will be a situation you can't sweet-talk your way out of, and reality will hit you like a ton of bricks to the balls.

11/17 elle adore danser mais pas quand on regarde

/no date/ [prose thingy kinda goes with the other one] you won't always have a system of sugar coated rules to protect you, and despite what you'd like to think, you're not that great at lying to cover your tracks. you don't have perfect control of yourself, and denying your flaws doesn't make them disappear.

/no date/ i didn't let it go

it could mean something

i love you when you're not around can't stand you when you are

you won't love me but you'll stroke my fingernails

planes flying over my house then yours we feel too safe at this day in age

falling for someone you think that you choose? i tried so hard not to

can i ask you something unrelated?

it spreads like dandelions on fire and i am last to know

dance with me in my living room

hope you enjoyed that, cause i'll overthink it and i might not wake

i can't picture anyone with you like i can't picture anyone with me

adding years to her collection isn't this enough? she asks

you are a replyless fool

yes i'd hold you in my arms yes i'd kiss that stupid face i'd swear you to secrecy anyday i'm not desperate, fact i hate the taste

/no date/ spent you on a conversation hey hey they wait you out you're the king of sere-nation hey hey they wait me out

we listen for planes and trains in the dark

i sit in my ball pit basement she's in love with the world

can i sleep now?

got a mind full of cities and 600 friends

replace the other muses that were living in my head one of them is dead to me the other one's (just) dead

11/11/11 start off my day with a massive blood sugar spike…

enough with the sadistic shreiking do you enjoy inflicting pain on other people's ears? does it make you happy? there are other human beings here

…I hope a walrus crushes you :3

a song i wrote on notebook paper 2/24

"Don't Know Me"

in your mind you think that it would do no harm to make me dress up just to wear on your arm weeks and months of false-alarm demands and shaking hands

you don't know me at all you don't know me at all you don't know me at all you don't know me at all

and i don't know you

cellphone bruise and razor glint a year ago you told me i can' take a hint- ha! you're the one who doesn't get it -forget it

you don't know me at all you don't know me at all you don't know me at all you don't know me at all

and i don't know you

[guitar solo or something]

you don't know me at all you don't know me at all you don't know me at all you don't know me at all

and i don't know you

[penzerker]

Thoughts from the ether: a Testimony

Thinking about how much I missed this site. As a 90's kid in the Pacific Northwest, I grew up through different waves of technology. I can still feel the fresh action on the L/R bumpers of my first Super Nintendo controller. I can smell the plastic of a fresh videogame or the hot reels of a recently rewound VHS.

AOL Messenger and T-9 texting would change my life in complex and likely generationally toxic ways. The comforting and yet isolating reality that was moderating an internet forum for people who believed in tales of Bigfoot, werewolves, vampires, and other cryptids when I was (maybe) 13 -- the feeling of that reality anyways-- still clings around my ribcage on days when I feel the internet has gone completely mad. I have seen such terrors here.

I am a witness- as an author, writer, and rogue scholar with an unused cultural anthropology degree -- My analysis is that the internet has been a leap that only gunpowder, Nuclear Power, and the undeniable fascination our species has with the holy trinity of Love, sex, and food can possibly compare too. Technology, by full definition, is so much more than the discovery of a new thing. It is the rituals around how we use them. How these "Objects" of ours (be that object a focus on a thought or way of thinking, a belief, or a new method for chipping arrowheads) define our lives.

I have witnessed global warming go ignored by the world's governments for my whole life. I was traumatized by the "end" of the aids crisis and survived doing all I could to pray away the "sin" of being queer (oh what shame, being so far from a god that I have no reason to believe in)// I digress, or refrain, or surrender this emotional moment to you... Anger makes me ramble, and I am tired. // The point was that ideas as "objects" directly impact our actions and paint our internal worlds. The thinking around our technology shapes everything we do, and in that way [returning to the main topic] I think the internet is "too good" at spreading ideas.

Conspiracies are real, and that sad fact has made false ones bloom here like aggressive algae. People hurt each other here faster than most in our species could ever have dreamed to do with words in ages past. We are connected now in more ways than any past philosopher could possibly have had a nightmare of let alone a forbidden dream.

In short, I think our reckless leaping into the deep end of this new technology has wrought reckless side effects too numerous to list here.

For one, the concept of time is now entirely f@cked.

A layer of reality has been peeled back. We are all the peelers and the peeled. It hurts, I think, but in some good ways. We all seem to find our joy, I guess

I will admit, there has been much good in it too. This technology gave many of us a safe refuge from the world outside that by any proper assessment is eating us, or trying it's best to. (Capitalism is a monster of an "Object" we can dive into some other time.

I guess, if I was asked to describe the internet in the future, I would say it is some kinder form of Rumor(Fama) - a strange goddess from ancient times, captured best by Ovid in book 12 of The Metamorphoses:

{{There is a place at the centre of the World, between the zones of earth, sea, and sky, at the boundary of the three worlds. From here, whatever exists is seen, however far away, and every voice reaches listening ears. Rumour lives there, choosing a house for herself on a high mountain summit, adding innumerable entrances, a thousand openings, and no doors to bar the threshold. It is open night and day: and is all of sounding bronze. All rustles with noise, echoes voices, and repeats what is heard. There is no peace within: no silence anywhere. Yet there is no clamour, only the subdued murmur of voices, like the waves of the sea, if you hear them far off, or like the sound of distant thunder when Jupiter makes the dark clouds rumble.

Crowds fill the hallways: a fickle populace comes and goes, and, mingling truth randomly with fiction, a thousand rumours wander, and confused words circulate. Of these, some fill idle ears with chatter, others carry tales, and the author adds something new to what is heard. Here is Credulity: here is rash Error, empty Delight, and alarming Fear, sudden Sedition, and Murmurings of doubtful origin. Rumour herself sees everything that happens in the heavens, throughout the ocean, and on land, and inquires about everything on earth.}}

I am a storyteller, that I can not hide. But I hope I can leave you with some hope that I think there is still enough good in us (collectively) I... think I have seen it at least. But I am spending less time on here - the internet- and I think we all need to unplug more.

Some of us need to shake the impulse to reach over to our phone in the dead of night. Speaking mostly for myself, surely.

Anyway, I have to go now.

My hope is that I have passed you by in these halls in the house of Fama, and passed along some Truth and that you find my truths joyful.

[dreamerstreamer]

Green With Envy

Pairing: Dream / Clay x f!reader

Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] In Dream’s opinion, you and Sapnap are getting a bit too close for comfort. Combine that with a war, and it looks like he’s in way over his head.

Warnings: some cursing (because Tommy exists) + tw// injury

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: requested by an anon who wanted some dream angst with a fluffy ending! the story takes place during the attack on L’Manberg. love to see that my first dream work is just packed to the brim with tropes. i had a bit of a rough time mapping this one out, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Dream let out a yawn as he walked into the living room, ruffling his hair as he went. “Good morning,” he greeted, collapsing onto the nearest couch.

On the other side of the room, you groaned. “‘Good morning’, my ass,” you muttered. “Mornings suck.”

He let out a small laugh at that, admiring your form sitting across from him. You were easily the biggest anti-morning person he knew. You could probably write a whole essay on why they were just the worst. But right now, in this moment, you looked absolutely adorable curled up in the couch cushions. Your hair was a complete mess, your clothes were askew, and a frown was plastered to your face.

Yet you were still so beautiful.

He wondered how you did it—how you managed to be so effortlessly wonderful in that special way of yours. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he was sure of one thing.

He liked you. A lot.

If only he knew how to tell you.

Sapnap strolled into the room, holding a glass of milk. “Morning, cuties,” he hummed, taking a sip. He glanced down at the grumbling couch lump that was you. “Is [Y/N] being a grump, again?”

Dream nodded, offering him a crooked smile. “You know it.”

For a moment, Sapnap paused. Then a devilish smile crossed his face and he set his glass down on the coffee table. He leapt over the back of the couch, crashing into the space next to you. Leaning over, he wrapped his arm around your smaller figure and pulled you into his chest. 

Dream froze in his spot.

What. The hell.

You let out a yelp at the sudden movement, your frown deepening. “Sapnap,” you said, “what are you—”

“Wakey, wakey!” he cried, his fingers going for your sides in a tickle attack. In an instant, you were howling with laughter, tears springing to your eyes as you kicked your arms and legs. Dream’s throat constricted at the sight, his heart beating faster at the sight of your smile but sinking knowing that he wasn’t the cause of it.

“Snappitus!” you screeched, smacking his head. “Snapmap, stop!” You let out a wheeze. “Oh my god, Sapnap! I’m going to kill y—”

Sapnap finally relented, dropping you back onto the couch cushion with a smile. “That’s the first time I think I’ve seen you smile in the morning, [Y/N].” He jut his thumb into his chest triumphantly. “And it was all thanks to me.”

You heaved, catching your breath before turning to look at him. “Snappitus Nappitus,” you crooned, reaching your hand over towards his face. He looked at you inquisitively. Suddenly, you flicked his forehead, and he fell back with a yelp.

“Dude!” he cried, glaring up at you from where he lay sprawled on the ground. “What the hell was that for?”

You cackled at his reaction, kicking at his armour. “Because you’re an idiot for thinking it was a good idea to do that.”

Sapnap let out a groan of defeat as he asked for you to at least pass him an ice pack for his “grave wound”. On the other side of the room, Dream’s expression was cold. A stone of uneasiness sank to the bottom of his stomach as he stood up, walking out of the living room with a heaviness in his step that he didn’t walk in with.

So, he thought to himself, his gut churning. 

Sapnap, huh?

The sun glared down at the earth from the sky, not a single cloud to be seen. Dream squinted up at it as he surveyed the weather.

The scheduled day to negotiate with L’Manberg over their territory had finally come.

Under any other circumstances, Dream would be having much more fun preparing for the journey, knowing very well that he was about to see some serious destruction. But today, he was in a terrible mood, and for one reason only.

For the past week, you and Sapnap had been spending practically every second together.

When Dream had sent Sapnap to burn down the forest surrounding L’Manberg’s walls, he had invited you to come with him. When Dream had asked you to hunt creepers to retrieve the gunpowder necessary for the TNT, you had brought Sapnap with you.

And he didn’t think it could get any worse, but even now, you were laughing at something Sapnap was saying, your grin shining brighter than the sun hanging in the sky above you.

Dream was tired of it.

“You have the dynamite sticks, right?” he asked, leading his horse away from the house.

George froze, then let out a long whine. “I forgot it in the storage house. Now, I have to go all the way back to get it.”

Despite his terrible mood, Dream let out a chuckle. “You’re so dumb, George,” he said teasingly, sending him a smirk. “How could you forget the most crucial part of the plan?”

George groaned. “I don’t know! I just forgot, okay?”

He waved a hand at him, pulling out his saddle. “Just go and grab some quickly, alright? We’ll wait for you until you get back.”

George nodded, hopping onto his horse. “I’ll be back soon.” With a snap of his reins, he was dashing down the hill toward the storage warehouse. 

The moment he disappeared over the hill, Dream’s smile vanished along with him. In the corner of his eye, he could see Sapnap chasing after you with a stick, his boots in your hand. A twinge of jealousy ran up his spine.

Wait—jealousy? No way. Dream wasn’t jealous, not one bit. 

With a deep sigh, he diverted his attention to attaching the saddle in his hands to his horse. Mere moments after he placed it upon his horse’s back, he heard footsteps approach him. He already knew who it was without having to look up.

“What do you want?” he said coldly, not bothering to look at you as he began clasping the saddle buckles shut. 

You shifted your weight from foot to foot. “Well, um,” you said, “I wanted to come over and say hi—”

“Cool, hi,” Dream said, cutting you off. He turned, looking at you properly now. “You can go, now.”

You looked taken aback by his words before your expression shifted into a frown. “What’s gotten into you, Dream? You’re not acting like yourself.”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Oh, am I?” He gestured behind you. “I’m just saying you can leave, now. You did what you came to do, right?”

You were appalled. “Why are you acting like this? I just wanted to hang out with you for a bit before we left.”

Didn’t you get it? He was trying to do you a favour. Before he could stop himself, he snapped, “Why don’t you just hang out with ‘Snappitus Nappitus’?” 

A sinking feeling dug itself into his chest at the pang of hurt that shot across your face. But in an instant, it was gone, your expression hardening. His mouth went dry.

“Fine,” you spat, fixing your eyes on him with a glare. “Maybe I will.”

You turned on your heel, stomping away to the other side of the base, inevitably making your way over to Sapnap to complain. Dream’s eyes trailed after you as you walked off, something stinging behind his eyes.

Why did he say that? He shouldn’t have taken his anger out on anyone, let alone you—the one he cherished most.

He felt sick.

“Dream,” a voice said behind him. “I got the dynamite. Ready to go?”

He turned to see George behind him, seated on his horse with a flint and steel in hand. Taking a deep breath, Dream hoisted himself onto his own horse, picking up the reins with a heavy heart.

“Yeah.”

“Big D! What’s the fuck?!”

Dream grimaced under his mask, the string keeping his patience together wearing thinner by the second. 

He and his SMP had been in L’Manberg for no longer than five minutes, and he already wanted to declare war and call it a day. 

“I’ve already presented you with your ultimatum, Tommy.”

Tommy snorted. “Yeah, and it’s a bad one. ‘Give up your land or we’ll light three sticks of dynamite’,” he mocked. He turned to look at Tubbo with a grin. “Tell me that’s not the worst ultimatum you’ve ever fuckin’ heard, Tubbo.”

Tubbo offered a cheerful grin. “It’s a pretty bad ultimatum, yeah.”

Tommy nodded, looking back at Dream with a triumphant smile. “You see, Big D? Your deal sucks. It’s fucking terribl—”

Dream let out a deep sigh. “Tommy, I’m really not in the mood for this.” His form turned toward you for a split second, taking in the sight of your figure next to Sapnap’s before looking back at Tommy. “Let’s just get this over with. What’s your decision?”

The blond blinked at him for a second, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “Oooh, are you having women problems?”

Dream’s grip on his sword stiffened, his fingers twitching. “What,” he said, his tone harsh, “are you talking about it?”

Tommy shrugged. “I’m just saying, you might be having some.” He gestured to himself, smiling pompously. “If you were like me, you wouldn’t have these kinds of problems, because I’m an expert at women.”

The string thinned another fraction. “Sure you are, Tommy.”

Just then, Wilbur spoke up. “Tommy doesn’t know what he’s talking about, ignore him.” His smile mirroring Tommy’s. “But say, Dream,” he drawled, his gaze flickering back and forth between you and him, “do you happen to know the saying ‘green with envy’?”

Dream’s breath hitched. If he said one more wor—

Wilbur narrowed his eyes teasingly. “Because to me, it seems to be you’re covered in green from head to toe—inside and out.”

And the string snapped.

“George,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion, “set it off.”

The group looked at him in alarm, their eyes wide as George began, “A-Are you sur—”

“Just set it off!” he shouted, a fury like none other taking over him. How dare Wilbur of all people tease him—taunt him? How dare he? Maybe it was a bad idea, but he was done with negotiating.

It was time.

Without any more questions, Dream watched as George lit three sticks of dynamite, tossing them onto the ground ahead of them. The moment the sticks hit the ground, George yelled, “Go, get out, get out, get out!”

Every member of Dream’s faction turned, rushing for the entrance just as the first explosion rang out. Screams rang out all around him, Tommy cursing incessantly while Fundy screeched. Hidden under his mask, a grin stretched across his face at the sound of destruction. He was a single step away from the exit when Sapnap let out a desperate yell.

“[Y/N]!”

Dream stopped, turning to look over his shoulder. The explosions were still ringing out around him, but what he saw horrified him.

You laid on the ground with an arrow pinned to the train of your satchel, leaving you stuck on the ground. Above you, a chunk of the L’Manberg walls was dangerously close to unlatching itself and falling on you. All it would take was a few more explosions for that section of the wall to come crashing onto you, and Dream knew that they had hidden more than enough TNT under the country to make that happen. 

You were tugging desperately on your satchel, unsheathing your sword to cut yourself loose, but Dream knew there wasn’t enough time.

He didn’t allow himself even a single second to process what was happening—he simply bolted.

In one moment, he was turning to head out of the base. In the next, he was tackling you to the ground, his taller figure shielding yours as he pinned you to the earth below.

“Drea—?” 

The ear-splitting train of explosions cut you off, and Dream felt a surge of white hot pain sear up his back as the chunk of wall slammed into his back. He was vaguely aware of the fact that his armour was cracking. He knew he should have repaired it when he had the chance. 

Just then, his mask slid off his face, landing squarely on your chest. The strap must have snapped, he thought distantly to himself. The ringing in his ears was deafening, and he could just barely make out the sight of you crying out underneath him, your lips forming his name—his real name.

It was a shame he couldn’t hear your voice saying it. He’s sure it would sound lovely.

Then the world went dark.

Something cool brushed over his face, and Dream felt himself being pulled out of unconsciousness.

Where... am I?

Slowly, he opened his eyes, blinking while then drowsiness seeped out of his eyes. It must be late afternoon, given how warm and light it was. Letting his eyes readjust to the brightness of the day, he took in the sight of the space around him. It only took a few seconds for him to figure out that he was in his room. He recognized those chests, his messy desk, the curtains framing the open window. A breeze must have been what woke him up.

Why am I here?

He thought back in his mind, trying to recall the last memory he had experienced.

The battle. His SMP. L’Manberg. Tommy. Wilbur. Ultimatum. Dynamite.

He grimaced.

Oh. Right. That.

He vaguely wondered if their side had won, but also knew that he was missing something. He could have sworn there was more to the battle than just that. What was it?

He felt a weight pressing down on the bed just next to him. Glancing down, his heart stuttered in his chest at the sight of you sitting in a chair next to him, leaned over and fast asleep on the edge of his bed. The images flashed through his mind.

Taunting. The wall. You. Pain. Heat. Your lips mouthing his name. Darkness.

Ah. He remembered, now.

He shifted slightly, feeling a dull pain shoot up his side. Wincing, he pulled back the covers, looking down. He was wearing a new shirt and sweatpants—clean clothes, thank goodness. Lifting up the hem of his shirt, he grimaced at the sight of the white bandages wrapped around his torso. They definitely extended to his back as well, if he remembered correctly. So that explained the aches. 

Ever so slowly, he wiggled back, ignoring each wave of pain that crashed over his spine when he did so. A few moments later, he had finally brought himself to a sitting position, your head now lying on his lap. Dream smiled fondly down at you, reaching out to stroke your hair. You were beautiful when you were sleeping. Well, you were beautiful all the time, but he digressed. 

He had a million questions swirling around in his head. How long had you been sitting here? Did your back hurt from leaning over for so long? Were still mad at him?

He really hoped you weren’t.

Just then, you reached a hand to rub at your eyes, letting out a soft noise as you began to wake up. Dream’s hand immediately darted back to his side, and he watched intently as you brought yourself back to a sitting position. You let out a quiet groan as you cracked your back. It was only then that you fully opened your eye. He could practically see the recognition set in your eyes as you took in where you were before you whirled, jaw dropped as you stared at him.

“Um,” he began, suddenly feeling shy, “hey there.”

You continued to gape at him, eyes wide. “You’re awake,” you blurted.

His lips quirked. “Sure am.”

You scooted closer to him in your chair, shoulders shaking. “You’re actually awake,” you repeated, almost in disbelief.

Dream nodded, amused. “Yep. You already said that.”

All of sudden, you moved forward, climbing onto the bed so that you were sitting on your knees right beside him. He didn’t have a chance to react before you were leaned into him, weakly smacking his chest with your fists, your shoulders trembling as you did so.

“You’re. So. Stupid!” you wailed, punctuating each word with another light hit. You whipped your head up, glaring at him through your watery eyes. “Why did you do it? Why did you block me from the debris?”

Dream averted his gaze from yours, his heartbeat picking up from how close you were to his. He could only hope you couldn’t feel it through your hands. “I wake up and one of the first things you tell me is that I’m stupid?” he said, trying to avoid the topic at hand. “What a warm welcome back.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line. “Don’t change the subject, Dream. Answer the question.” Your gaze narrowed. “Why did you do it?”

He opened his mouth, then closed it. “I—I didn’t even think about it,” he admittedly truthfully. “I just moved without thinking.”

You stared at him, your brows furrowing. “But why? You should have been worried about yourself first.”

Dream blinked down at you, feeling his heart beat against his rib cage wildly. He was almost positive you could feel it. 

Then it hit him, the realization sinking into his mind as clear as day.

It was now or never.

He took a deep breath, reaching up to hold your hand in his. He watched something in your gaze melt, but the question remained in your eyes.

Luckily for you, he had an answer.

“I like you,” he said. “That’s why.”

You stared at him, stunned. He felt anxiety lump in his throat.

“You do?”

He swallowed it back down.

“Yeah.”

There was a beat of silence.

And then you began to cry.

Almost instantaneously, Dream began to panic. “H-Hey,” he said gently, wrapping his arms around you carefully, “why are you crying? Did I say something wrong? I, uh—” He gulped. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I know you like Sapnap.”

Now, it was your turn to be confused. Sniffling, you wiped at your eyes. “Wh—” Hiccup. “W-What are you talking about? I don’t—I don’t like Sapnap.”

He wrinkled his brow at you. “Sure you do,” he said. “You’ve basically been all over him lately. That practically screams, ‘I love Sapnap’.”

You stared at him, your tears reduced to stained cheeks now and a slightly sniffling nose. “Sapnap and I are best friends,” you said, frowning.

He nodded. “Yeah. And you like him.”

Your frowned deepened. “No, that’s—” You stopped, and he watched as the gears turned in your head, being able to pinpoint the exact moment they clicked together. 

“Dream,” you said slowly. “You think that I—” You pointed to yourself. “—like Sapnap?”

He cocked his head. “I mean, don’t you?”

You stared at him for a moment longer. “Dream,” you said again, “when you jumped in front of me, I was absolutely terrified. I didn’t know what was going on, and I only remember screaming before you just blacked out on me. We won and L’Manberg surrendered, but George had to help me carry you back. You were out for two days.”

He cringed at your words. It was good that you had won, but two days was a long time to be unconscious. He must have missed so much. 

“During those two days, Dream,” you continued, “I practically didn’t leave that chair.” You pointed to the chair you had been sitting on just moments prior. “Sapnap had to drag me down to eat, and I still slept here, as you already saw.”

He gaped, absolutely shocked. You stayed by his side? For two straight days? For him?

He must have said that out loud without thinking, because you nodded and pursed your lips. “Dream,” you said, “do you know what that means?”

He blinked at you. “I don’t see how this has anything to do with you liking Sapnap.”

You let out a groan, hanging your head in your hands. “How are you this dense?” you muttered, your cheeks flushing pink. “Are you really gonna make me say it?”

He didn’t think he could be anymore confused. “Say what?”

Lifting your head, your eyes met his, your cheeks burning with heat and hands shaking. “That I like you, and not Sapnap.”

Dream froze, his brain short-circuiting in his head.

You liked him.

You liked him back.

A grin spread across his face. This was possibly the greatest day of his life.

Without wasting another minute, he pulled you into his arms, practically crushing you to his chest. You squeaked at the sudden movement, your heart swelling in your chest at the sudden display of affection. “Huh—”

“Thank god,” he murmured in your ear, his voice soaked in relief. “I genuinely thought that you were going to reject me.”

You wrapped your arms around him, careful to be gentle with his back, and smiled into his shoulder. “I thought I was being obvious, but I guess you’re just really stupid.”

Dream sighed, dizzy with affection and something that felt like love.

“Yeah, I am.”

Dream let out a yawn as he walked into the living room. “Good morning,” he said, eyes darting around the room. “Has anyone seen my—”

He stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes landed on you. On the other side of the room, you were curled into the couch like you almost always were in the morning. But this time, you were wearing a green hoodie. His green hoodie.

His heart melted at the sight.

He didn’t think it was possible for you to be anymore beautiful, yet here you were, destroying all of his expectations. You never ceased to amaze him with just how wondrous you were.

He sighed, striding to the other side of the room and settling in next to you on the couch. “Never mind,” he murmured, leaning in close to nuzzle his face next to yours. “I found it.”

You giggled at his touch, pushing his face away from you. “Ugh, you’re so cheesy.”

He rolled his eyes at you, grinning. “Don’t act like you don’t eat it up.”

You huffed, turning away from him. “I’m not saying anything.”

Sapnap walked in while Dream laughed at your expression, a glass of milk in hand. “Morning,” he greeted, sitting down on the couch opposite of you two. He spared a single glance in your direction before asking, “Are you two being gross, again?”

Dream‘s grin widened. “You know it.”

Sapnap gagged as Dream leaned in close to your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Ewww.”

Turning to face your boyfriend, you pressed a hand to his cheek and cooed. “Clay.” He leaned into your touch, his lips curling. He was right. His name did sound lovely on your lips,

You returned his smile with one of your own, moving your hand away from his cheek and towards his hairline. 

All of a sudden, you flicked his forehead, pain shooting through his skull as he jumped.

“Ow!” he yelped, wincing at the slight sting of your nail against his skin. He rubbed at the red skin, glaring at you. “Why’d you do that?”

You smiled sweetly at him, but he could see your eyes glint devilishly. “Because you’re an idiot for not realizing I liked you sooner.”

From the other side of the room, Sapnap let out a cackle, pointing at Dream. “Suck it, green boy!”

Dream’s brow twitched and a dark grin crossed his face as he stood up, cracking his knuckles. “Oh, Sapnap—”

Let’s just say that Sapnap needed more than a few ice packs, that day.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

I now present you with:

Even more Random JJK men headcannons I made while in my feels

This time Featuring: Megumi, Itadori, and Sukuna

MEGUMI:

Megumi loves a very specific type of country music, and that is "Scorned woman gets revenge" country.

Play any of that stadium, "I fuck my truck while drinkin beer" country and he's liable to punch you in the neck. CARRIE UNDERWOOD HOWEVER.

Not Carrie, but if you put on Gunpowder and Lead for this man, he is going to give you a concert you will never forget. That is his JAM.

Other than that, he listens to a lot of Tool. I dunno, he just seems like the kind of guy to like Tool. And Alice in Chains.

Doesn't like Nine Inch Nails though. First song he heard was Animal and it just ruined the whole band for him.

Is a weirdly good artist. Like, he claims he's never taken a class, and doesn't really practice a lot, but his art is so good it's hard to believe that's true.

He uses this power exclusively to draw fanart.

Oh, hes a closeted weeb. Like, hes super into anime and manga, but hes so ashamed to admit it. And for no real reason honestly.

Hes a movie guy. That giant collection of movies you saw Itadori watch? Yea, those were all Megumis. He was pissed when Gojo took them and gave 0 explanation as to why.

He says his favorite movie is the Godfather, but it's not. It's Kevin Smiths Dogma. He thinks Alan Rickman is fucking hilarious in that movie.

He can never say that though, because of he did, he'd lose all movie buff credit

Also, Nobara got him into musicals. No, not Hamilton, that's too basic. He's into things like "The Guy That Hates Musicals" and "Sweeny Todd."

Unironically sings "my friends" to himself as he shaves.

Also, he has an incredible singing voice, but good luck actually hearing it. You gotta catch him in the moment.

Watches art videos on YouTube to fall asleep. Watching people color is just really soothing to him.

He really loves chocolate. Like, all types, in all shapes and forms, except white chocolate. Fuck white chocolate, he hates that shit on principle.

"It has no coco in it, it's just soild cream! Who wants to eat cream?!"

He does, but he won't admit it on principle

Generally speaking, he's not great at video games. He can't tell you why, but they make him motion sick.

The exception is Rythm games. He kills at those. 100% on expert, first try, every time. Man's got rhythm.

Does not believe he has any rhythm at all.

ITADORI:

Hes weirdly specific about sheets. He truly believes in getting a good, comfortable, nights sleep, and that your bedding contributes to that.

Seriously, this is a man that would gladly drop 50, 60, 100 american dollars on sheets. And be Damm fucking happy about it too.

He convinced Nanami to his side as well. Nanami was of the opinion that sheets are sheets. Like, yea don't get the cheapest, scratchiest, sheets available, but 13000 yen on sheets is excessive.

Itadori was like "just touch them. Touch my sheets Nanami, please." And Nanami was like "no, that is weird, do you hear yourself?" Finally, he did it to shut the kid up.

He immediately dropped 13000 yen on some sheets.

Itadori genuinely loves doing house work as well. Dinner, dishes, laundry, he loves that. He finds it meditative. He just puts on his music and goes.

He also loves Magic the Gathering and DnD. He's finally convinced Nobara and Megumi to play with him, and is living his best life watching his friends slowly get sucked into his nerd culture.

He uses out dated slang. And this is hell on Sukuna, who is trying to learn modern language from him.

Seriously words like, Gnarly, Totes, Metal, and Home Skillet, are all common place in Itadoris vocabulary.

One time, Sukuna was just kinda rambling, and to placate him Itadori said "oh, word?" Absent mindedly and it just threw this demon for a whole ass loop. "What do you mean "Oh word?" I said many words, what word is confusing you, punk?!"

He loves birds. Genuinely, they're one of his most favorite animals. He had a green and pink parakeet for most of his life, but sadly he bad to rehome Cosmo and Wanda once his grandfather got sick.

It's ok though, they're new owners are super nice and still send Itadori letters with updates and pictures of the babies

He will point out birds and tell random facts about them as the crew goes through Tokyo. Everyone actually greatly appreciates this from him, cause fun facts are fun!

He's actually just full of fun facts. Like, sometimes he'll read random Wikipedia pages for fun, and will just throw out the facts he has as like, a conversation starter.

His favorite flavor of anything is peach. Not even for the meme or the joke, peach is just the perfect flavor as far as hes concerned.

It's also pink, like him. So. There is that.

After watching all of those movies for months, he decided his favorite movie genre was the RomCom. Even if he got punched a few times, it was worth it.

Are the cliché? Yes. Are they ever really well Shot or get creative with cinematography? No, not really. Do they sometimes have some troubling tropes? You betcha. But they were also fun, and familiar, and warm, and they always had a happy ending. And happy ending are important to Itadori.

In general he's kind of a hopeless romantic. He's not looking for love, persay. If it comes, cool but he's certainly not seeking it out.

But he does love the concept of love. And how it's used in media, specifically. It can be the ultimate good or the ultimate bad with very little in-between and that fascinates him.

His favorite holiday is the entirety of Golden Week cause he loves having the week off to research birds.

SUKUNA:

Fucking loves Britney Spears. His all time favorite artist, she has an undeniable energy, and a command over attention that he can not help but respect.

She also put out Criminal, so, he has no choice but to stan.

His first week being awake again was a fucking trip. He'd been asleep for thousands of years, and oh my gods had the humans been fucking busy.

The microwave blew his fucking mind. "You mean you've harnessed the power of the fucking sun in a small box in order to just, reheat your leftovers whenever you want?! THE FUTURE IS NOW YUJI ITADORI."

Don't even get him started on indoor plumbing, he really just though everyone in this Era had money money.

Jokes on him.

He can not handle spicy food. Sukuna can be defeated with a chili pepper and it's almost embarrassing.

Hes addicted to Baja Blast though. As far as he's concerned, that is the one thing humans did right.

He has threatened to shut the entire operation (that being Itadoris life) down over being denied the cancer in a cup.

He really tries to use modern slang, but in-between his age and Yuji not using any that was created after 1998, he never stood a chance.

"Where are your chickens, Punk?" "M...my chickens?" "Yes, your chickens! Your friends, your homes, your cooking wear!!" "...Ryomen, are you trying to say 'where are your peeps?!'"

He loves cats. They're independent and graceful creatures and he has to respect it

Also, LOOK AT THEIR WITTLE NOSES AND TEEFIES!! DEY ARE SO COOT AND WITTLE!

Hes really into documentaries, he uses them to catch up on all the things he missed out on while asleep.

The main thing he learned was that humans never really changed. And it almost bummed him out.

Greatly appreciates Itadoris passion for quality bedding, but he will never say that out loud.

Genuinely enjoys art in all of its forms. Will force Itadori to go to museums and such for him. Almost lost his entire mind when he found out Megumi was not only an artist, but a damn good artist at that.

Can not sleep at night. Even when Sukuna was mortal, he was nocturnal. This sucks for Itadori, cause while he's trying to sleep, Sukuna it trying to converse and he does not like to be ignored.

Hes queer as hell but can't admit it. He'll say things to Itadori about hot people he sees in public, and this includes men. He'll say some of the raunchiest shit about men.

And everytime Itadori is like "uhh, hey man. Is there something you want to tell me?" "No, nothing other than the things I'd do to that man." "Sukuna, are you, like...gay?" "Thats a bold question to ask punk. "Gay" is a concept you and your generation made up. In my time, there was no concept of "sexual orientation" or "monogamy" or any of those other terms you humans use to put yourself in a box. If you were attracted to someone, and they were attracted to you, you fucked. And that was that, the other parties genitals were very rarely taken into account when making a move on someone." "Thats not really an answer." "I know."

He actually doesn't talk a whole lot about his Era, or his time when he was alive. No one really knows why either. Whenever asked about it, he just kinda mutters about it being a long time ago, or ignores the questions entirely. Either way, he isn't about talking about it.

He things tigers are cool as fuck. Gotta be one of his favorite genders.

"Did I do it right? Is this how you "meme" or whatever the fuck you call it, Punk?"

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

One More Favour

Warnings: coercion, threats, intimidation, blood, guns.

This is dark!(mob)Steve Rogers and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Based on this drabble request:

Steve Rogers + “I told you to shut up and you know I don’t repeat myself.” + Mob AU + You thought after years of playing the good girl, Steve would ignore a little attitude. @americasass81​

Steve Rogers + “Do it for me… keep me from pulling that trigger.” + Mob AU + A confrontation of sorts? Reader caught in somewhere bad unknowingly @okaywitheverything​

The first time Steve Rogers stumbled through your door, you didn’t know what to do. His gun kept you from doing much as he directed you to your kitchen table and sat heavily, his other hand covered in blood as he grasped his side. He pointed to your scrubs with the metal barrel, but you weren’t a nurse, you were only an orderly. He didn’t care.

That night, you sewed him up silently, your hands unsteady as you fished around in your first aid kit, stained with his blood even after he left. The shadow of his pistol lingered in your mind until his next visit, just as unexpected as the first, but those that came after, were a ritual, although he kept his gun in the holster after the third.

You’d lost count of how many times he showed up. Sometimes he needed stitches, other times just something to eat or a couch to crash on. You never argued, you couldn’t really, the engraved handle of his gun kept you from much more than nodding and letting him stay.

You figured your house was one of the only safe places for the vaunted mob boss to hide out. No one was going to go sniffing around some orderly’s door, especially the old house with its peel roof and stained siding.

That night, you were asleep when he arrived. You woke up to a shadow standing over you and reached for your night side table. He caught your shoulder before you could slide open the drawer and pull out the knife. He rolled you onto your back and chuckled.

“It’s just me,” he stepped back, “I need help.”

You rubbed your eyes and stretched before you sat up. You’d worked a double and you were exhausted. You had another early morning ahead of you.

You followed him to the living room as he sat on the old couch, a used model from the seventies. The room shone with the amber light of the glass shaded lamp and he shrugged out of his jacket with a grunt. You went to the kitchen and got the metal box with the red cross on it. You returned as he peeled off his shirt, the sleeve stained red. His undershirt clung to his sweaty torso.

You sat beside him and groggily cleaned up the gash. A graze seared with gunpowder. You dabbed at it and yawned again. You looked up as you sensed him watching you. You frowned and focused on your task.

“You’re quiet,” he said as he relaxed against the cushions.

“You usually do most of the talking,” you grumbled.

“Mmm,” he hummed, “what’s wrong?”

“Tired,” you answered grumpily.

“Tired,” he repeated, “ah.”

His tone was smug and irked you as you wiped up the last of the blood. It wasn’t very deep at all. You opened a square of gauze and taped it over the cut. You tutted and packed up the kit. You stood and carried it back to the kitchen.

“You mad at me?” he asked.

“Why would I be mad at you?” you leaned in the doorway as he remained on the couch.

“You seem mad,” he said.

“I worked twelve hours and you have me bandaging you up like a toddler. You could have done that yourself.”

“Watch yourself,” he warned.

“Well…” you swallowed, knowing you walked a dangerous path, “is there anything else you need, your majesty?”

“Shut up,” he scowled as he rubbed his arm, “you don’t know who you’re talking to, girl.”

“Oh, I know, Steve Rogers,” you said, “I’m not as stupid as you think I am. Or as helpless. You can’t just keep showing up like--”

“I told you to shut up and you know I don’t repeat myself,” he stood and his hand went to his holster, “I never was mean to you. Can’t say that about many people.”

He neared and you stiffened. You watched his hand on his gun and as he got closer, he let it drop. He smiled as he sidled past you into the kitchen. You turned to watch him cross to the fridge and open it. He leaned on the door and peered inside.

“I don’t have much,” you said as you stepped into the kitchen, “I think you should go now. I have to work in--”

“Since when do you tell me what to do?” he closed the fridge and spun to face you.

“I think I’ve been pretty accommodating. I’ve patched you up, fed you, let you stay here. I’m just asking you one time to go. I’m tired, I gotta work in the morning, you know, a real job.”

He was quick to unholster his gun. You took a step back as your voice tied out. He examined the barrel and slowly turned it toward you. He straightened his arm and his expression hardened.

“I’ve been pretty accommodating you. I’ve kept you alive, let you be, and what has it cost you but a little bit of bread and some bandages?” he sneered.

“Steve--”

“You know what I could take from you,” he stepped closer, “you know what I could do to you?”

He pressed the muzzle to your chest and your lip quivered as you stared at him. His mouth slanted as he watched your expression fall. You exhaled slowly, as if the slightest move would earn you a bullet.

“That’s cute,” he moved the gun up to the strap of your tank top, “take it off.”

You wrinkled your brow and looked down at the pistol. You lifted your head again and met his gaze.

“Steve--”

“You can call me ‘sir’,” he growled, “think I’ve let you get too familiar, doll.”

“Don’t--”

“Shhh, you don’t tell me what to do,” he reached to slide you strap down your arm, “go on, do it for me… keep me from pulling that trigger.”

His hand spread across your chest and squeezed. He could feel your hard nipple through the cotton. You shivered and touched his hand softly. You begged him with your eyes but he was fixated on your body. He pushed the gun hard against your neck.

You slipped your other strap past your shoulder. You hooked your thumbs in the side of your shirt and pushed it down your torso. His eyes followed and lit up as you bunched the fabric up along the top of your shorts. The pistol glided between your tits and down your stomach. He pressed against the rumpled shirt.

“Take it all off,” he ordered, “now.”

👔👔👔

[themonotonysyndrome]

REDACTED verse - Those that stood above the rest

Summary: Everyone in D.A.M.N simp for the power couple at least a little bit - the Vampire Prince of Dahlia and the Electro Energetic. Gavin and the Freelancer would be lying if they said they haven't been watching them... respectfully. 

TW: [Swearing], [Profanity], [Explicit implications courtesy of Gavin, of course] & [Oblivious narrators]

Apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors because I wrote this the whole night and only edited it once. I’ll do the editing process again tomorrow morning.

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Life as a student in D.A.M.N is nothing like regular colleges or universities. While the environment is hectic with exams, assignments and teachers with sticks up their asses - there's also a hint of craziness thrown into the mix. You can never really predict how your day would go here in the academy, and to most of the students, it's the typical college experience you'll get everywhere. Just... taken to the next level. 

That's what you get for a magical academy, after all. 

An Air Elemental would accidentally shatter the windows in a classroom with a powerful gust of wind on a random ass Tuesday because she was laughing too hard. A Graviton Energetic would sneeze, and suddenly, the gravity in the music room would stick the instruments on the ceilings. The entire soccer team would fall flat on the grassy field, snoozing because the Serenity Daemon playing as the Goalkeeper uses too much magic to calm their anxious Sweeper during his first play with the team. 

With so many Empowered creatures of all kinds attending D.A.M.N, there's never a dull moment. You learned that the moment a loud growl came from the Debate Club on your second week as a student. A Wolf Shifter had gotten into a heated argument with a Vampire about the toppings that should and shouldn't be on a pizza. 

So yeah, typical college life with magic thrown into your daily shenanigans. 

Today, you can't help but wonder what sort of excitement would occur as the large clock above the lecture hall ticks by, counting down the second before the class is over. 

You check the clock and sigh. Just ten more minutes to go, but it feels like time is creeping forward at such a snail-like pace. Tapping your pen on the open notebook laid before you rather irritability, you just want the lecturer to stop yammering already so you can grab lunch at the food truck parked outside of campus. 

Something gently knocks against your knuckle. You tilt your head to the side and meet with Damien's unamused stare; it looks like this is the third time he caught you losing focus in class. 

"I told you to grab a snack before class started." Damien whispers, mindful to keep his voice even so the lecturer won't catch them chatting. Sadism Daemons are scary when you piss them off, and the way the lecturer's eyes sweep through the students is more than enough to have them all shut the hell up the moment he begins their topic of the day. 

"I was meeting up with Lasko and we lost track of time." You hiss back. Yesterday you made a promise to catch up with the Air Elemental before your first class started to organise the date and invitations for the next game night. Once Lasko starts talking about the things he's comfortable with, he loses his stutter and launches into an animated one-sided conversation. You didn't have the heart to stop him, not when he looks so happy and cute. 

Buying that Arkham Horror board game was the right purchase to surprise him with. 

While your mind replays the morning you spend with Lasko, Damien rolls his eyes. "Of course you did. Here." He pushes his coffee cup towards you. His fingers linger on the cup for a few seconds to make sure that the coffee remains hot enough to drink. 

You grab the cup, grateful for his consideration, and take a big swing. The coffee settles pleasantly in your stomach as warmth spreads within your body. 

You're more a tea drinker - the classic Early Grey and Gunpowder Green - but at this instance, coffee would hopefully kick your focus back into gear. 

"Thanks, Damien." You said before passing the cup back to him. You peeked at his notebook and wasn't surprised to find that it's packed with notes written in different coloured pens. "Hey, want to grab lunch together after this?" 

Damien switched the yellow pen for a red one when the lecturer mentioned something about a topic for the upcoming test. You absentmindedly wondered if it's worth your life stealing his notebook. "Sure. What are you in the mood for?" He asked. 

Finally, the lecturer dismisses the class. Chatters erupt as students pack up while some scurry over to the podium to ask a few questions.

You lean against your seat to stretch your back; your notebooks and stationery are already in your school backpack. You're just waiting for Damien now. "I'm craving for a burger and some cheesy loaded fries with a boba tea." God, just thinking about it is already enough to make your mouth watered. 

Being a health nut, Damien throws you a judgemental look at your food choice as you two made your way towards the main campus entrance. He easily follows your lead through a crowd of students, and Damien even gently pulls you closer to his side when a student whizzes by on her skateboard. 

With so many people talking and laughing around you and Damien, you can't help but hear the conversations hovering around you. 

"...had class with them yesterday? Dude, you're so lucky! Did you sit beside them!?" 

"Are you fucking crazy? No! I sat two rows behind them, but it was enough to smell their perfume. God, they're so gorgeous - I couldn't focus the entire time!" 

"I've heard a few players from the Earth Elemental team tried to invite them to their party this weekend, but they were shot down. Apply cold water on burned area." 

"Well, duh. You can't just walk up to them like that! They're one of the hottest people in this academy."

"Yeah, but those players are in one of the most well-respected sports teams in all of Dahlia, and even they can't stand a chance against them!"

Students parted ways as you and Damien approached the gates. Rows of food trucks parked across the street with tables and chairs placed about. The conversations tapered off behind you, along with the hubbub of the academy. You have a pretty good idea of whom those students were talking about. It's been a topic surrounding the academy ever since the start of the new academic year. 

Even as an introvert who prefers to hover to your few but close group of friends, you couldn't escape the latest academy gossip.

"Finally, I thought my ears would've fallen off before we could escape," Damien mutters. It's a cloudy Wednesday; dark clouds are rolling above them with an occasional burst of strong breeze cutting through. "You'd think they would just give it a rest already." 

The food truck you and Damien stop by displays a menu with a wide variety of food and drinks. From burgers to pasta and desserts ranging from ice-creams to Thai banana pancakes, your stomach begins to growl. You place your order in a hurry, whereas Damien selects a hearty sandwich stuffed with juicy and tender slices of slow-smoked beef brisket with veggies of his choice and chipotle mayo in between two crusty loaves with a bottle of water. 

You and Damien grab your meals to sit at one of the vacant tables and enjoy lunch together. Good food and good company - what more could you ask for? Well, other than Damien's tsk-ing and wiping the barbecue sauce that smudged the corner of your cheek like the mother hen he constantly denies to be. 

"Can't you eat your food properly, Freelancer? You're getting your fingers dirty too. Give me your hand." Damien demanded halfway through his sandwich. You grin impishly and offer your left hand for Damien to wipe with some tissue while the other is holding a burger. The thick sauce begins to drip. 

Soon enough, a familiar voice shouts at them from across the street. 

"Yo, Damien! Freelancer! Are you guys, like, having lunch? Can I join!?" 

You can't help but beam and wave your hand (that was still holding the burger) high up when Huxley crosses over. Damien squawked with eyes wide in horror when the barbecue sauce got all over the table. He hurried to wipe the table clean while you greeted Huxley. 

"Hi, Huxley! Are you grabbing lunch too? Take a seat, man!" 

"Thanks a bunch, dude. It's been a while since I hung out with you two." 

"We literally had a class together two days ago." 

"Two days too long, Damien. I miss you guys." 

"Aww, that's super sweet of you, Hux!"

"Oh, for the love of - just go buy something already before the next class starts." 

Huxley happily gives Damien two thumbs up before grabbing his food and drink. When he returned to their table, he brought a tray of smoothie consisting of kale, spinach, banana, orange, and vanilla blended into green mush in a plastic cup and a plate of vegan quesadillas. 

The moment Huxley sat down, you took a sip of his drink and made a face. 

"Yeah, I ask them to hold back on the honey because I like the vanilla more," Huxley explains before tucking in. "Oh! But I can ask them to add more honey if you want. That’s like, totally cool." 

You quickly shake your head and clean your palate with your sweet boba tea. "It's cool, Hux. Just wanted to try a sip. You're really into these crazy healthy smoothies." 

"They're the bomb, dude. My Mums introduced a few recipes to me when I was a kid, and I basically hooked ever since." The Earth Elemental explains after gulping down a good chunk of the green goo. 

"Yeah, well, with the calories you burned up during practice, I guess you can't go wrong with smoothies," Damien added thoughtfully. His sandwich is all gone. He props an elbow on the table and cradles his face in one open palm. "Anyway, what's up, Huxley? Anything new happened?" 

"Nah, it's been nothing but the same shit lately. Classes, assignments and practices for the upcoming Elemental & Energetic Games - normal stuff. What about you guys?" 

"More or less the same." Damien replies, soundly ignoring your "We're hitting the tournament arc!" outburst. "Planning to organise a study group for the upcoming tests. I expect the two of you will be joining, by the way." 

At Damien's words, Huxley beams brighter. Any brighter, you'd need a pair of sunglasses. "For real, dude!? You're like, the best friend ever, Damien! C'mere - lemme give you a hug!" 

You snicker when despite Damien's frantic protest, Huxley shoot up from his chair and quickly hugs the Fire Elemental tightly before he has the chance to weasel away. 

Also, you didn't miss the chance to snap a quick picture of them to show Gavin tonight. 

Unaware of your phone, Damien grumbled when Huxley finally released him, and they sat down again. The three of you continue to chat about everything and anything. Soon, the topic shifts from tests to plans for the weekend. 

Huxley snapped his fingers when you mentioned Lasko's gaming night and the tabletop game you recently bought for him so they could all play together. 

"I totally forgot about the party! A few guys in my team are having a party this Saturday, and I want to invite you guys and Lasko. Oh! Gavin too! It's going to be a blast, and on Sunday, we can play that new board game."

You and Damien exchange a glance. "Sounds fun. Actually, we've heard about the party just now. How many people are your team members inviting?" You asked, curious. 

Huxley takes a moment to ponder before shrugging. He's nearly done with this food. "It's supposed to be just with a few close friends. Nothing too crazy, you know? After the last party that ended with fireworks exploding in someone's bedroom, they want to keep it lowkey." 

"Huh. Close friends, but they tried to invite a certain Energetic," Damien interjects. "What's up with that?" 

"You heard about that too?" Huxley replied, surprise coloured his tone. "Word travel like, super-fast around campus! It happened, like, yesterday morning!" 

Damien let out an annoyed groan and ran a palm down his face. "I think it's safe to say that everyone in this fucking academy is talking about it and nothing else. God, no matter where you go, you can't escape it." 

You pat Damien's arm in a comforting manner. "They're hot and popular; people will be talking about them until we all graduate." 

"And if it isn't them, people would be talking about their boyfriend," Huxley pointed out, stirring his smoothie languidly. Huxley smiles and offers it to you when you critically stare at it for a tad too long. Against your better judgement, you try again. 

Blek! It still tastes the same! Huxley just chuckles and finishes the rest of the smoothie while you seek solace with your boba tea again. 

"Besides, it's not often you see an Energetic and Vampire couple walking around," Huxley continued. "I think they're living together too. I mean, that's what I heard." 

"Don't tell me you also have a crush on them."  

Before Huxley could say anything, you tentatively raise your hand as if you guys are in class. Now you bear Damien's annoyed glance. "I was kinda hardcore crushing on them and their boyfriend before Gavin and I officially got together. They keep to themselves and their boyfriend most of the time, but they're super nice in classes." 

The Elemental and Energetic courses often have classes that intermingle every week. However, they're primarily compulsory lessons like magical history, laws regarding coverts and taxonomy of various Empowered creatures. 

So you're practically classmates with the hottest Electro Energetic in the academy and had even sat beside them a few times during class. Unlike many of the students who simp for them at a distance. 

The power couple of D.A.M.N is certainly interesting, to say the least. 

You narrowed your eyes at Damien when he refused to let up his disappointed stare. "Don't lie to me. You simp for them too." 

Damien huffs and crosses his arms. "Both of them look good, alright. Anyone with a working pair of eyes could tell from a mile away. They're gorgeous, and the Vampire is hot - so what?" 

"They're both super strong too." Huxley unknowingly throws more wood into the fire. 

By the time their lunch ended, Damien had demanded they talk about something else, so you jump into plans for the weekend. Party on Saturday and a gaming session on Sunday. 

Typical college life.

-

When the time on your phone displays 10.30 PM in glaring bright light and you're still on campus, you know what death feels like. 

It's quiet in the cafeteria, save for a small group of students huddled together around tables scattered in various places. Their heads are hunched down as they go over textbooks and assignments. One of the students happens to be a Vampire judging from the blood bag beside his laptop. 

A red swirly straw juts out of the bag, and for a brief moment of exhaustion, you entertain the image of the student sipping the blood bag as if it was a Capri Sun. 

Just like those students, the reason why you've stayed late in the academy's cafeteria is because of assignments. You know that if you bring your homework back home with you, you won't get any of it done. It's better to stay here and slough through them instead. 

Damien would scold and drag you home if he knew. Huxley would be sad and plead for you to rest, and Lasko would put on his guidance counsellor voice and advise you that a good night's sleep would help you think better. 

The boys mean well, and you love them for it, but you know yourself better than anyone. If you don't finish these assignments tonight, you would just procrastinate until the deadline punches you right in the face. 

You sigh and rub your temple in frustration. You've made good progress so far, but there's still a few left and you want to complete them all before going home. So you resume writing down the essay about the importance of convert and the Department on your laptop, fingers deftly flying all over the keyboard. 

Nighttime at D.A.M.N is not as busy as it is in the morning. The students that are going in and out of classes are mostly Vampires and nocturnal animal Shifters. The academy's faculties are also lesser in terms of numbers compared to their morning counterpart. 

Twice you've experienced the nightlife at D.A.M.N, and tonight would be your third. You wondered if Gavin is at home already. Hopefully, you can return to the apartment before him. Better wrap this up, then. 

The steady rhythm of your fingers on the keyboard and quiet discussion from the group of students slowly lull you to sleep. Hang in there just a little more! 

The sound of a Daemon Rifting into this world startles you awake. 

"Here you are, Deviant," Gavin said, his ordinarily seductive voice laced with conceal anger. Oh shit, you're in trouble now. "I thought we talked about this." 

You have no choice but to face him. Gavin looks devastatingly as sexy as ever; his black t-shirt snugly fits his body to the point that it showcases his biceps tastefully. A pair of dark blue jeans that he just so happens knows will get your heart racing and accompanied by a pair of shiny black Doc Martens boots. A rainbow-coloured bead bracelet is on his right wrist; a gift from Caelum. 

You would've swoon at the sight of him if you weren't seconds away from face planting on your laptop. 

So instead, you greet him with a, "Whaaa... Gavin?" You rub your eyes and blink at him. "W-What are you doing here? I thought you'd be - " You break out a yawn before sighing. "At home by now." 

"Funny. I thought the same thing about you but colour me surprised when Caelum reached out to me while I was grocery shopping — saying that you aren't home even when it's close to midnight." Gavin explains and tilts his head to the spread of books you have before you. "So, want to explain why you're at the campus cafeteria right now instead of in our bed?" 

The gears in your head are scrambling to come up with an excuse that's good enough to appease Gavin. So lost in your thoughts that you didn't hear the whispers coming from the nearby students. 

"That's the main boyfriend..." 

"Holy fuck, an Incubus? Damn, they're insatiable!" 

"How often do you think they have orgies? Twice a week?" 

" - collecting them like Pokemon!" 

Oh fuck it, you can't come up with anything decent. "I'm nearly done with my assignments, Gavin." You assured the worried Incubus. "Just need to write down a few more paragraphs..." 

Gavin is undeterred. "Freelancer, we talked about this. It's not healthy that you're making a habit of staying over at campus late at night because of assignments. You're going to burn out like this." 

Well yeah, you could feel your body is already seconds away from collapsing but like hell would you admit that to your boyfriend. It's been a long day and an even longer evening. It's a good thing that tomorrow's the weekend. 

Gavin startles you once more by leaning against the table and cupping your face in his large hands, so you're forced to look straight into his eyes. He's many things, but to those he deeply trusts and loves, his eyes would always betray the worry and concern he has for you and Caelum; even if his words aren't as forthcoming at times. "My stubborn, enticing Deviant... Are you being a brat again? Not listening to your Dom like you should be?" He purrs. 

All of a sudden, your throat suddenly feels like sandpaper, and your heart skips a beat at Gavin's tone. You're very familiar with that tone - it always promises punishment and pleasure mixed together until nothing else exists except for your boyfriend. 

But the question now is, how far can you actually push him. So with Gavin still refusing to release your face, you swallow and reply as nonchalantly as you can, "Oh, I don't know about enticing, Gavin. I-I mean, I've been running around campus the whole day. Probably have some barbecue sauce stain on my jacket and - Ow!" 

You puff out your cheeks when Gavin pinched them. 

"Are you purposely trying to test me, Freelancer? You know that just means more fun for me, and you tie up and helpless on the bed, right?" Gavin is all too happy to remind you, cocking one eyebrow at your impertinence. No doubt he already has your punishment in mind when the two of you are home. 

But you're not going to budge that easily. Sensing your stubbornness, Gavin lets you go and unleashes his ultimate move with a sigh. 

"I can see the Knots on you, Freelancer, and if I can see them, Caelum can too. I'm not covering your ass when he comes over for breakfast tomorrow and starts crying." 

You gasp and immediately recoil. "Low blow Gavin!" You counter, but you know that he speaks the truth. Your heart will literally break if you're the reason that Caelum cries. 

Gavin smirks when you switch off your laptop. He helps put your things away and offers a hand to you. With a small smile, you let yourself be gently pulled up by him and sling your backpack over a shoulder. 

"Are you hungry?" Gavin asked as the two of you stepped into the large hallway, hand-in-hand. "I didn't manage to make anything when I put the groceries away, but I can whip something up real quick when we get home." 

It's a sweet gesture, and you made sure that he knows how much you appreciate it by squeezing his hand. Ever since you two started living together, Gavin is determined to feed you properly. According to him, it's only fitting since you've constantly been feeding him too. "I'm more sleepy than hungry." You reply after a yawn. "I'll just eat a big breakfast tomorrow." 

"I'll hold you to it. Also, look alive, Deviant. Hottie approaching at 12 O'clock." 

That got your attention immediately, and snapped your eyes forward. Your jaw would've dropped if it weren't for Gavin lightly nudging your side when you saw who was walking towards the two of you. 

It's them — the Electro Energetic that became the talk around campus. 

They're as breathtaking as ever, even after a whole day of classes and club activities. Not a single hair out of place and clothes unruffled. Their body language stood out to you; their gait is a little hesitant but friendly, while their eyes are kind. 

It's easy to see why so many people harbour crushes on them, and you've always been a sucker for cute faces. 

When they finally approach you, they pull out a pair of wireless white earbuds from their ears. That's when you hear intense music playing:

It's the Pumpkin Patch King 

With the corpse with the ring

And she'd fuck my best friend if I die here today...

"Um, hi. Good evening. I'm sorry for bothering you guys so late like this. Are you heading home?" They inquire tentatively. 

Gavin waits for you to take the lead. "Hey, man. Yeah, we kind of are, actually. Want us to walk you home?" You could feel how pleased Gavin is beside you. The offer just crosses your mind, and besides, it's not nice to walk alone this late at night. 

That's what you're telling yourself despite the small part in your brain whispered that walking them home would be a great step of getting to know them better. It's just a harmless crush anyway. 

Unfortunately, they decline the offer. "I'm waiting for someone, actually, but when I saw you, I wanted to talk for a bit." 

Your heart skips a beat for a second time tonight. They specifically sought you out? You? When they've never done so towards anyone before? 

"O-Oh," You embarrassingly squeak, clutching Gavin's hand tighter.

The Electro Energetic nod. They tilt their head like an indulged, curious cat and god, that simple gesture shouldn't look so hot. "I don't know if you notice me, but we share Covert Laws - "

If you notice them? If you notice them!? They have a stronger presence than the lecturers themselves! They radiate magic like thunderstorms - intimidating, powerful and commanding that you have no choice but to submit to it. 

Sitting beside them was an experience and a half! There's no way an Empowered creature could ignore them despite their quiet demeanour! 

" - and I was wondering if you would like to be partners for the final project this year? Um, I heard that you're really good in that class, and I promise to pull my weight with the research and - "

You don't know how to react. Is this really happening? One of the most popular students in the academy wanted to be your project partner? You thought this sort of situation only occurs in animes! 

"They'd love to." Gavin smoothly answers when you're too shocked to say anything. "It's always nice to make new friends after all. Especially with a walking wet dream such as yourself." Here, he purposely pauses to appraise the Electro Energetic. 

Just like his Freelancer, Gavin has heard all about this Empowered human and even basks in the delicious energy coming from the thoughts and emotions his partner has for them. As an Incubus and their boyfriend, it's hilarious that his Deviant thought he's not aware of their crush. It's cute. 

Hmm... it'll be nice if he and the Freelancer could invite the Energetic and their Vampire lover into their bed one of these days. Regardless if they've been Marked; honestly, that just made the couple as appealing as the biblical Forbidden Fruit. 

And besides, Gavin has a strong feeling that the Freelancer wouldn't oppose the idea. It'll be the perfect anniversary present for his Deviant. 

"...Was that supposed to be a compliment?" They ask warily. Oops, looks like he's coming on a little too strongly. Time to take it down a notch. 

"It's whatever you want it to be. Anyway, now that you guys are... partners, what say you get to know us better, hmm? My lover has been eager to be friends with you." Gavin explains. You whip your head at him incredulously. Is he seriously doing what you think he's doing!? "I'm Gavin, by the way. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." 

The Energetic look confused, and you can't blame them. You need to save them before Gavin proposes something as crazy as an orgy on your behalf! 

You laugh awkwardly, bringing their attention to you. "Right! Partners! I'd love to be yours - I-I mean, uh, for school stuff! Yeah! Can we exchange numbers?" 

"Smooth, Deviant." Gavin teases. Something caught his interest, not that you notice as you and the Energetic trade contact information. They compliment the cute picture you have as your Home Screen (it's a selfie shot of you and Gavin, Lasko, Damien and Huxley during the previous game night. It's a shame that Caelum couldn't appear), and in return, you ask where did they buy their sick phone cover. 

While they still feel like the human embodiment of a fierce thunderstorm, it's nice to have a casual conversation with them. They're thoughtful, kind and fun that you soon find yourself calming down a little. 

"Not to cut this riveting conversation short, but are you sure that you don't want us to walk you home? It's getting really late, and we're more than happy to have you crash at our place for the night." Gavin interjects with a seductive grin, eyes half-lidded. 

"Umm..." 

Whoa, what happened to being friendly, Gavin!? You shoot him a look; he's going to drive them away! 

"We have an extra guest room at our apartment." You hurried to explain. "So it's totally cool if your place is far away or something." 

Their hesitation melts to understanding. The last thing that you want is a misunderstanding between you two. 

"You guys are sweet, but I'll be alright. Actually, I'm about to leave the campus too. I'm just going to hang out at the cafeteria until he arrives." They said. You have a pretty good idea who 'he' is judging by their soft smile. 

Gavin, for some reason, amp up his game. With a smirk, he cajoles, "Since he hasn't shown up yet, how about you hang out with us for a bit? There's a bar not too far from here - "

You flinched, and Gavin automatically shuts up and pulls you close to his side when a Vampire appears behind the Electro Energetic. It was so sudden that his appearance was a blur at first. 

"Vincent? You're done with class already?" They blink. An arm snaked around their waist as the Vampire pulled his Mate close to his chest. The Energetic had to crane their head up slightly to look at him. 

He's as tall as Gavin. Dressed in a casual black coat that screams money with a dark grey shirt accompanied by a pair of black jeans and boots. His silver studs, rings and watch glimmer underneath the fluorescent lights. Everything about this man reminds you of a panther sizing up its prey. 

You gulped. He's currently glaring daggers at you and your boyfriend. You're itching to stutter out a, "This isn't what it looks like!" for some reason. 

Now, ever since you learned about the existence of magic and Empowered creatures, you did your best to be open-minded. Even that whole ordeal with Vega didn't stop you from reaching out to the various Daemons attending the academy. 

However, you haven't managed to befriend a Vampire due to their night classes, and even the few times you stay back like today, most of them are running back and forth through the hallways to catch their next lesson. 

So to be the target of a pissed off Vampire made you uncomfortable. You want to fidget, but Gavin's arm secured around you ease some of that tension. 

"Mm-hmm. I'm on break right now, so I can drive you back home. You done with that talk with your guidance counsellor?" The Vampire inquired, eyes still glued at you and Gavin. 

"All done. We lost track of time when we discussed next semester's timetable for the Energetic course and potential careers once we graduate." His lover explains, unaware of the displeasure rolling off like waves from their boyfriend. "I think I need some time to go over them again. It's a bit much to take in."

The Vampire hums in acknowledgement. "We can go through them together this weekend if you like, Lovely. Maybe we can ask Will for help since he's coming over on Saturday for dinner too." 

Oh, you suppose that's why they reject the Earth Elemental players' invitation to the party. 

But the Vampire wasn't done. He assesses you and Gavin with narrowed eyes as if you were stains on the bottom of his boots. What the hell? "By the way, are these guys bothering you?" 

A chill sweeps through you, sending goosebumps crawling on your skin at the sudden shift of tone. He was warm and affectionate when speaking to his lover, but now? It's colder than ice.

Gavin, whose smirk turns into a shit-eating grin, is utterly unfazed at the Vampire's hostility. In fact, you would go as far as to say that he's relishing it. "We're just keeping your gorgeous Mate company while they're waiting for you. I was just about to propose that we move the conversation to a bar so we could all get to know one another a lot more... intimately." 

Oh god, they're so fucked. You have no idea why your boyfriend is trying to start shit up, but you're too tired to deal with this drama. So again, you try to salvage the situation. 

"Just as friends!" You quickly butt in. "We decide to be partners for an assignment in Covert Laws, so hanging out at a bar sounds like a good idea as friends." You're sprouting bullshits at this point, but you hope it's enough to save both of your asses. You also made sure to emphasise the word 'friends'. 

The Vampire quickly looks at the Energetic for confirmation, and they readily nod. His aggressive body posture relaxes somewhat, but he's still wary of you and Gavin. 

Maybe this is the best time to introduce yourself to him. 

"Uh, it's a little silly that we didn't introduce ourselves right away, but I'm a Freelancer." You mutter out rather awkwardly. Should you offer a hand to him? 

Gavin saves you from doing so. "And I’m their boyfriend, Gavin. An Incubus." 

"...Vincent Solaire." The Vampire - Vincent - reluctantly replies. 

Wait - his surname sounds familiar, though. You think you heard it in one of the classes about the supernatural factions in Dahlia... It's on the tip of your tongue... 

"Oh, we've heard all about you, Your Highness." Gavin slyly quips. "You and your lover are quite the celebrities around here." 

Holy shit. Solaire! The most powerful Vampire clan in the city! You remember now; the King has two progeny - A Vampire Princess & Prince. You didn't expect the Energetic boyfriend to be the Prince himself! What a twist! 

"Celebrities?" The Energetic - Lovely, as Vincent calls them - pipes up in confusion. The way their eyebrows furrow is adorable, but you wisely keep that to yourself. 

They really are a mesmerising couple. You detect the perfume that lingers around Lovely is sweet and misty. It's calming yet so light that it dances just out of your reach; like a coy lover. Slowly driving you mad with desire. Vincent's cologne reminds you of husk and cedar. Subtle, but once you catch a whiff of it, it'll stay within your mind for hours on end. Wondering if that particular scent will ever return - like the perfect one night stand. 

It says a lot about the couple. 

"We haven't done anything wrong." Vincent Solaire stated, voice as hard as steel. "I don't know why you're trying to rile us up, Incubus, but I don't appreciate you and your lover hitting on my Mate when I made it clear that I Mark them." 

Ooooh, he's jealous! Wait - did you come across as flirty to him!? Did Gavin purposely flirt with Lovely to make Vincent jealous? You've completely lost the plot. 

"Consider it as an act of public service," Gavin answers, easily brushing off the Vampire Prince's irritability. "Besides, how can I not when you both are half of the student body's recent fantasies." 

Lovely 'eeped' when Vincent bare his fangs at your boyfriend. "Back off, Gavin. Lovely is mine. Not yours or the Freelancer's." 

Whoa, whoa! A severe misunderstanding is boiling here! No one is stealing Lovely away from him! 

Fortunately, Lovely has gotten tired of the conversation. With a put-out sigh, they pat the arm around their waist to capture Vincent's attention. It worked. "No one is stealing the other's partner, Vince. It's all good; chill. You know you're the only one for me, right?" Here, they peck his cheek. "When did you get so possessive?" 

Vincent grumbled but didn't explain himself, so Lovely just shook their head. 

"Anyway, we better get going before Vincent's next class starts. It was nice meeting you two. I'll text you soon so we can plan on how to tackle that project." 

You give a shaky smile and a thumbs up. "Looking forward to it." 

Immediately after you said that, Vincent bares his fangs to you next. Oh my god, this guy needs to fucking relax! 

"We're going! We're going! C'mon, Vincent. You're driving me home. Now." 

And with that, you watch as Lovely drags the Vampire Prince to the parking lot. It's a strange yet comical sight. You only sigh in relief when they're out of your view. 

"I thought I saw my life flashing before my eyes!" You complain. Those were the single most stressful moments that you’ve encountered— second to Vega invading your home. 

"I think that went well, Deviant." Gavin objected, very pleased with himself. "He's pissed now, but he and his Mate will be thanking us soon." 

So you were right; Gavin purposely flirted with Lovely just to rile Vincent up, and for what? Possessive, sexy time later tonight? Oh, whatever. That's enough drama for one night; you seriously just need to pass out now. 

And with that, the two of you head home without realising your interactions with the power couple of D.A.M.N didn't go by unnoticed by the several students who were hovering close. 

-

"Are you hurting anywhere, Lovely?" 

"I'm alright, Vincent. The hickeys and bruises are healing nicely; my body still feels a bit sore but not enough to cripple me, so stop hovering near the door." 

Vincent guilty did as he’s told and takes a seat on the corner of the bed. He watches you apply some light makeup on your face and neck in front of the vanity table as you're getting ready to head out to the academy. Your outfit compliments your look and, most importantly, hides any patches of skin except for your hands. 

Vincent really went all out last weekend after his night classes ended. It's obvious that Gavin unleashed something within your lover, and you will freely admit that an unrestrained Vincent makes for a very fun and wild night. 

The moment Will came over and realised that Vincent re-Mark you an hour before he arrives, he graciously decided to take a rain check and promise to have dinner with the two of you some other time. 

Once Vincent gets it out of his system, he teased before leaving you gobsmacked and Vincent a blushing mess. 

"You know, your guidance counsellor wouldn't mind if you're absent from classes today, Lovely. Probably." Vincent tries; a part of him doesn't want his Lovely to attend their lessons while their body is still healing. Then again, that part also whispers that the Incubus and his lover would be around them without his supervision. 

Nope. No. Bad Vincent. Lovely is more than capable of taking care of themselves. They don't need him acting like a jealous, clingy boyfriend. 

However, something that the Incubus bothered him. 

"You and your lover are quite the celebrities around here." 

What did he mean by that? He and Lovely had been playing good students the entire time they've been on campus! Their assignments are always delivered on time, grades nothing but above average, and they keep to themselves to avoid any typical college dramas.  

Is it because of his status? For some reason, Vincent feels like it's more complicated than that. What a headache. 

"Maybe, but I did promise the Freelancer that I’ll catch up with them to discuss our project," You commented and spritz your favourite perfume on your wrists and neck. You love this scent, despite it being cheap and common. "Vincent, honey, you're making that face again." 

"It's my face, Lovely." 

"Yeah, well, you have your happy-snappy-neck face again, Vincent." You dryly point out before sitting beside the Vampire. "Did that Incubus really rub you the wrong way?" Your voice is gentle. You didn't get any bad vibes coming from Gavin and the Freelancer - just genuine, harmless, friendly flirting. In a way, you welcome it as their attempts helped you drive your anxiety away. 

God, walking up to them was hard enough. You always feel a little intimidated whenever you're around charismatic people. 

"I don't know... I thought they were making you nervous, and the words that kept coming out of that Daemon's mouth? He knew what he was doing; I just can't figure out what or why." Vincent admits, frustrated. 

Seeing him look so frustrated saddens you, so you propose a suggestion. "How about this, I'll ask the Freelancer what that whole thing on Friday was all about, and if it's anything gross, I'll give you a call so you can deal with them. How's that?" 

It assured Vincent. Seeing his tiny smile urge you to peppered his face with kisses until he laughs. With your boyfriend now properly appeased, you leave the apartment for D.A.M.N. 

It's a bright Monday morning. You hope that this week will be a little kinder to you than the previous one. However, the moment you arrived on campus, everyone was glancing at you curiously. When you made eye contact with the stares, the students couldn't walk away fast enough. 

Weird. 

Your first class of the day is on the second floor, so you didn't waste any time heading for the stairs. Students mingle around as they go about their day; some grab breakfast at the convenient store, while others chat with their friends at the cafeteria and lounge room. A Water Elemental is performing simple tricks at the marble fountain to an adoring crowd.

Just as you rounded a corner, the crowd parted ways with a subtlety of a serial killer in slasher movies, which is to say, absolutely none whatsoever to reveal your new friend. The Freelancer is flanked by their boyfriend, Gavin, on the left and on their right, the famous player in the Earth Elemental team Huxley and one of the academy's guidance counsellors, Lasko. 

You couldn't help but notice that everyone is giving them a wide berth. Not that it matters when Gavin's body is positioned to shield the Freelancer from bumping into any of the passing students. Huxley passes a bottle of orange juice to them while Lasko is staring at something behind the Freelancer. He mutters something under his breath.  

A loud voice suddenly bounces off the walls. "What happened to my water tumbler, Freelancer!?" 

You and every other student in the area watch as the Freelancer turns around and loudly replies, "Don't worry! I already got you a new tumbler, Damien! It looks exactly like your old one. Except it's pastel pink with kittens on it, and the shape looks like a really fat snowman with bunny ears for straws." To make a point, the Freelancer rummage inside of their backpack and proudly present the weirdest looking water tumbler you had ever seen in your life to their boys. 

"AAAAAHHHHH!" 

"You know you could at least see it before you judge it, Damien." The Freelancer grumbled and shoved the tumbler back. Huxley gently pats their shoulder in a comforting manner. Lasko laughs nervously while Gavin continues to protect his lover silently, all the while looking at ease. 

Everyone knows of the Freelancer and their boyfriends. They're the most popular group in D.A.M.N for a reason. Friendly, yet no one can be a part of their group due to the tight bond they have with one another.

The Freelancer is quickly shaping up to be a remarkable magical individual in their own right, marching to the beat of their own drums rather than the world's. Unwaveringly kind and friendly, constantly making sure the people around them are comfortable and safe. 

In terms of academic performance, Damien remains unchallenged among his peers. Everyone could tell that he would undoubtedly change their world for the better the moment he graduates, especially in governing. He's also known for his fiery temper, yet that fire becomes a hearth when it comes to the Freelancer. More than once, students have stumbled upon them huddled close in the library, softly discussing the future they wanted. 

If Damien is known for his academic excellence, then Huxley is famous for his prowess in the field. His mastery over his element made the younger Earth Elementals look up to him as their role model while his teammates view him as their ace. Charming, cheerful yet a bit absentminded at times, and even then, you can't help but be fond of him. You can find the Freelancer cheering him from the bleachers during his matches, and once Huxley won the game, he would immediately launch himself at them. Sweats, dirt and grass all over him, but the Freelancer would laugh as he hoisted them up in his embrace. 

Lasko is an odd addition to their group, but once he drops his stuttering, he shows just how capable he is as one of the academy's guidance counsellors. Acknowledged as one of the most powerful Air Elemental of his generation, Lasko is well on track to graduate D.A.M.N with honours, and while the future might be uncertain, students like to speculate that he will remain with the Freelancer and the others no matter what. Sometimes you can even catch a glimpse of them hanging out at one of the local cafes and see how bright and alive Lasko can be when around the Freelancer. 

Gavin came with a mystery trailing his saunter. See, no one knew how exactly he and the Freelancer first met. Speculations range from a cute, accidental meet up in a random convenience store to the Incubus boldly inviting them into a threesome when the Freelancer stumbled upon him mid-feeding. Lovely wonders if there's a betting pool going around the academy. The seniors would recognise Gavin, for he was their peer before he suddenly dropped out and vanished for a while. But judging by his frequent presence around the Freelancer, some say that he's looking forward to retaking his previous course. But whatever the reason may be, no one can deny the chemistry he has with the Freelancer. How fiercely protective he is of them when the Freelancer isn't looking. 

They're certainly an intriguing group, that's for sure. 

And when Gavin notices you were watching them, he winks at you. No doubt as an Incubus, he could scent what you and Vincent had been up to the entire weekend. 

That's what you get for a magical academy, after all. 

-

PS: Everyone in D.A.M.N (including Lovely & Vincent) hilariously assumes that the Freelancer is in a poly relationship with Gavin, Damien, Lasko & Huxley when in reality, they're just with Gavin. BBBBuuuttt... Gavin could detect the romantic/lustful feelings the other bois harbour for the Freelancer but kept it to himself for now. He's just waiting for the Freelancer to feel the same way so he could give them all The Talk™ and then go buy a bigger bed!

Anyway, I seriously had a lot of fun writing for this oneshot! It's been a while since I had that writing fever again so I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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Hi! I just read "it was all yellow" and just got me hooked to ur tumblr! I'm not sure if the requests are open but if their are could u pls do an angst with fluff ending ab Jason × Reader ft. Drivers license? Thanks for the attention ♡♡

Prompts: 20. “i promise i won’t let you fall.” 101. “leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” 118. “you’re the only person i want to wake up to every morning.”

“JASON DON’T,” I stepped forward and he moved to pick up his bag. The tears that had welled in my eyes now began to fall. He had his back toward me. But the crack in his voice told me everything I needed to know. “I’m fine!” He stopped and turned back to me. “You had 3 broken ribs, a collapsed lung and a concussion.”

“It wasn’t you fault.”

“We both know that’s not true.”

“The heat signatures showed that most of the guards are on the 4th floor.” Dick’s voice sounded in my ear. “You need to get in through the south entrance on my signal. The shipment arrives in 30 minutes.” I looked at Jason, he was beginning to get impatient. He hated sitting around, and he was not one to follow direct orders. He paced back and forth on the rooftop. “We can just take them all on.”

“Let’s just wait for the signal. We don’t know what we’re up against.”

“They’re just low level fucking criminals.”

Another few minutes passed. “Fuck it.” Jason leaped from the roof and onto the next building. “Jason!” He ignored Dick’s voice and broke one of the windows. I followed after him. The sound of gunshots immediately alerted everyone inside the building. Glass from the windows crunched under my boots, and the air was heavy with gunpowder. The sound of a loud crack echoed in the warehouse. I followed the trail of bodies. There were six men on the floor, each clinging to life. I could tell by the way their limps were sprawled, they were in a world of pain. I ran down the hallway and the gunshots resumed.

I reached for the first hired gun I saw and went after him. His gun was pointed directly at Jason. I reached up and knocked it out of his hands. He was caught of guard, I slammed my hand against his throat. He choked and I brought his leg down out from under him. He fell with a loud thump and I slammed my fist into his face enuring he would be asleep.

Now a few of the men turned towards me. I took my staff and two men charged towards me. I rushed forward and hit one on the side of his head, he tumbled and I kicked him in his shin. He cried out in pain and fell to the floor. The other lunged for me and I moved out of the way before he could grab me. I looked over at Jason for a second, he was getting overwhelmed. Quickly I took the mans arm and slammed it against my knee earning a loud pop. I lunged to Jason. One of the men had managed to get his arms around him. Another was beating him. I took my staff and slammed it on his arm. In that moment Jason slammed his head back against the man who had been holding him. Then he kicked him as he fell. The man turned towards me angrily as the blood trickled down his arm. He pulled out his gun, I moved under him and slammed his hand into the wall. The gun fell and I kicked it away. His other hand reached form my hair. I kicked him in the crotch and he groaned.

I slammed my fists against his face. I looked around the room, Jason was gone. I ran out of the room and up the stairs. We were on the 4th floor now. “There’s a truck coming in.”  I reached Jason and helped him clear the room. “There was C-4 in that truck get out now!”

It all happened in a split second. There was a faint beeping noise. I quickly turned to my left. C-4 was placed on the north wall. Jason was standing right by it. He was too distracted to notice. “Look out!” I ran to him as fast as I could and grabbed his collar. I tossed him outside of the room and took the C-4 and threw it to my right.

The walls began to crumble I tried moving out of the way. I had moved out of the room but the floor was falling underneath me. Jason reached out for me but he was half a second too slow. The last thing I remember was the feeling of falling. Jason’s blood curdling scream filled the room.

I was lucky it wasn’t a lot worse. I didn’t blame him. It had been 3 months and he still couldn’t look at me.“I should’ve waited. I should’ve been paying attention. It should have been me.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true! You could’ve died and that would have been on me.” His voice broke. His guilt was eating him alive. If he had just listened, then this would’ve never happened. Dick didn’t let him hear the end of it.

“Let’s just talk about this. Don’t go.” I moved towards him and he stepped back. “I can’t.” The room fell silent. We both looked at each other. My throat was hoarse, I had been trying to get him to stay as soon as he started packing. He didn’t have anything left to say. “I’m sorry.” I rushed forward and embraced him. As gently as he could he put his arms around me. It had been 3 months since he touched me. He was worried he would break me. But I knew this was he way of saying goodbye. “Please.” He pulled back and wiped the tears from my face. His own eyes were bloodshot. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my forehead.

He pulled away and took his bag and his helmet. He grabbed the door handle and opened the door. He paused before walking out and closing it behind him.

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Jason practically fell of the grid. No one knew where he went. He was smart, he covered his track electronically. He had slowly been withdrawing his inheritance. Transferring what he could into burner accounts. It was meticulously planned. Another month went by and I went back to train.

It was hard being around the team. For a long time they treated me as if I were glass. I was going to break at a moments notice. I could see the pity in their eyes. I turned to training as an outlet. I focused all of my time and energy into. I didn’t want to be left alone with my thoughts. The memories of Jason and the accident flooded my head. I kept as busy as possible.

Dick had informed he knew where he was. He had found that the crime on the south side had dropped by 5 percent. In his first week down there he acted like himself. He never crossed the line but the scenes were far from innocent. He was acting on his emotions and releasing his anger. But after just a week, he was controlled. The scenes were getting harder to identify. He started to blend in.

Jason’s anger was something like I had never seen before. It was destructive and explosive. He was getting better, but after the accident something changed. He was regressing. Whatever had been holding him together had snapped.

As much as I wanted to, I wasn’t going to go after him. He needed space. As I got inside my car I turned on the radio. I didn’t want to go back to the apartment. It was hard being in that space. I was so used to sharing the space with him. I drove, not looking for anything specific.

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

I sighed, being back at the manor had brought back a lot of feelings. Memories of training. Sneaking around the manor. From the moment we met we were inseparable. At first I was annoyed by his cockiness. But once I took him down during training, he turned it down. Overall he was impressed. That later turned into infatuation. We did everything together.

As I drove through the city all I could think of is all the places we went together. None of them would ever feel the same without him.

And all my friends are tired Of hearing how much I miss you, but I kinda feel sorry for them 'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah Today I drove through the suburbs And pictured I was driving home to you

I wanted more than anything for it all to be a dream. I wanted to wake up and have everything back to the way it was before. I wouldn’t have let him go inside the building. I would give anything to go back and change it all. I would really be there for Jason.

But I've never felt this way for no one, oh And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

I found myself driving to our usual place. We stumbled inside after patrol, and talked for hours. I looked inside and pictured us sitting there. We were laughing so loud we were drawing attention to ourselves. If anyone ever had a problem with it Jason would laugh even louder. 

If Jason hadn’t left large tips then I’m sure we would have been kicked out. But in his eyes they deserved it. They were hard workers and they were good people. He tried to give back as much as he could because he couldn’t growing up on the streets. He used to go into the back and try and save food from the garbage.He thought about the nice owners who would let him take a few things. Some even offered him some work. He remembered all those faces, and he gave back. That’s the kind of person he was.

Red lights, stop signs I still see your face in the white cars, front yards Can't drive past the places we used to go to 'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Sidewalks we crossed I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing Over all the noise God, I'm so blue, know we're through But I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

It pained me that it was over but he needed this. He was so angry once he came back. Angry at the joker from taking him from Bruce. Angry at Bruce for letting him get away with it. Angry at the world for letting it happen. For as long as he could remember he needed to fight to survive. It was a long road to even get to where he was now. But he knew that he still had a long way to go. And he couldn’t let anyone else get hurt while he figured it out. He had to start piecing himself back together for his sake, and for everyone around him.

I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone 'Cause you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street Yeah, you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

We had problems. We were far from perfect, but I don’t want anything else. I spent the rest of the car ride in silence. I decided to get back to the apartment. I couldn’t hide forever. I needed to start living again. It’s what he wanted.

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I turned the key and the door clicked in response. I heard shuffling on the other side. Immediately I reached for my staff. I opened the door, the lights were still off. I moved quietly, as I tried to search for the source. Quietly I closed the door, and moved through the apartment. I noticed a card on the coffee table. I heard a creek. I turned down the hall. I waited for a moment and I heard the footsteps approaching me. Right when they were about to round the corner, I pushed them against the wall. Holding them in place with my staff.

I looked up and dropped the staff. “Jason?” He looked shocked, more so than I was. “I had to see you.” I bit my lip. I was feeling overwhelmed. He was the last person I expected. I worked hard to put myself back together and now I was going to have to do it all over again.

“Are you coming back?”

I was getting mixed signals. The card on the table gave me the impression he was leaving again. It was like he intended to just drop it off and leave. But he stayed until I got back. He was tense. His arms were crossed over his chest, overall he looked very closed off. He wasn't giving me an answer.

I broke the silence.

"I can't do that again. You can't leave and come back, and except me to be okay.” I swallowed, trying to keep my tears from spilling. “I begged you to stay and you just left. I haven't heard from you and now you're back and I don't know how much more I can hang on." Once again the tears welled up in my eyes. I was reliving the moment he decided to leave all over again. Deep down I know why he left. He needed to learn to forgive himself. He needed time to work on himself. But it was hard knowing that he could leave at a moments notice. Even though it hurt him he still did it.

"I'm sorry. I had to go, I couldn't look at you without blaming myself. It was selfish of me to leave but I understand that now." He moved forward and took a deep breath. "I promise I won't let you fall."

And he meant it.

His own eyes were cloudy with tears. " I tried to convince myself that you were better off without me. But I can't do this without you. That month I spent alone made me realize how empty I was without you. You're the only person I want to wake up to every morning."

"But if you decide that you don't want me-" I didn't let him finish before I pressed my lips against his. He responded immediately. We pulled away and he ran his thumb across my cheek. I wrapped my arms around him. I could feel him loosen up. He had been so tense, it felt as if he could finally breathe again.

"Come on, I have something to show you." He pulled away and stretched out his hand. I took it and he opened the door and led me out. We walked to his bike and he handed me my helmet. He got on his bike and started the engine. I got on and wrapped my arms around him "Ready?"

I nodded and he took off. The sun was just beginning to set. Although Gotham wasn't the safest city, it was mesmerizing. I leaned my head against Jason and watched the streets. The streets that had seemed somber were now vibrant. Jason stopped at the red light and turned back to me. I gave him a smile.

We went on for another 5 minutes. "Okay close your eyes."

I closed my eyes and we stopped soon after. Jason turned off the bike and helped me off. He gently took of my helmet and took my arm. He guided me, and I heard a door open. We had entered some building.  "Can I open my eyes now?" I asked, growing more curious at time went on. He laughed at my impatience.

"Yes."

I opened my eyes and looked around. It was the Gotham botanical gardens. "This is beautiful." We walked down the pathway and I took in my surroundings. The bright yellow flowers, the beautiful stream leading to the fountain. As I looked around something stuck out to me. There was a lack of people. There must've been one person who opened the door for Jason and I. But I didn't see anyone. "Where is everyone?" I turned to Jason and he smiled. "I may have rented the space for the night."

"Jason this must be a fortune." It was government property, he had to get approval from the mayor himself. "How?"

"Believe it or not but the mayor actually owed me a favor."

We reached the center of the garden. There was a table that had been set up. Jason pulled my chair out for me. Suddenly a workers had appeared. They set the table and the lights were dimmed. As quickly as they appeared they were gone. The table was filled with our favorites. The drinks were from a cafe just near the apartment. The food was from our usual spot after patrols. There were small delicacies from the pastry shop we frequented to satisfy our sweet tooth. "This is really something, Jason. Thank you."

"I'm keeping my promise. Leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever had to do." I won't ever do it again."

We talked as we finished dinner.  It felt like just another day before the accident. After we finished, Jason left a large tip on the table. "I have one more thing to show you."

"Jason you really don't have to do anything else. You've done more than enough." Still, he lead me up the stairs. He opened the door first and let me go up. I walked to the edge of the roof. I looked over the railing. The view was absolutely breath taking. It wasn't like any other rooftop in Gotham. It was quiet up here. The sounds of the city didn't touch this roof.

The wind had picked up, and since the sun had set it was colder than inside. Noticing this Jason put his jacket over my shoulders. He stood behind me and I leaned my head against his shoulder. "I didn't know views like this existed in Gotham."

We just stood admiring the city. Neither of us spoke as we looked at the beautiful sight. We both knew that everything was going to be alright. We were going to come back from everything. This is what it was supposed to feel like.

"Are you ready to go back?" He asked and I nodded. "Just one more thing." I leaned forward and kissed him. This one was soft. He smiled into the kiss. "We've got some catching up to do." He mumbled against my lips. "The night's not over yet."

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A woman out of time chapter 4

TW: probably derealisation (reader is confused where she is), talking about the loss of someone, talking about Hydra, nazi's and the Second World War

wordcount: 2694

The Dauntless

''Take that thing off on your shoulders, everything that you carry should lay on the ground,'' said a man with a white wig to you. Not that he was special or anything, no everyone was wearing white wigs. This was the moment that you knew that the men fashion of this time period was really ugly. You knew your fair share of historical women clothing but you had no idea what the men wore so you didn't exactly knew in what time you were in. ''Now!'' said the man again, you mumbeled quietly to yourself, clicked off the safety belt that was strapped across the top of your chest and shrugged of the straps across your shoulders that secured the med pack. Some of the men that could ssee you had widened their eyes and were questioning what you were wearing, they never saw it and it was certainley not lady like. You held your medpack in one of your hands and laid it carefully on the ground, you straightend your back and stared ahead of you but when someone picked that up you said concerned: ''Hey, don't touch that!''

The Commodore was walking towards you, (that was James, but after someone called him commodore you knew that he was pretty important) had handcuffs in his hand and clicked it onto your gloved hands. Both of you didn't say anything and you only stared him down. The light bags under his eyes told you that he was tired and in his eyes swom sadness, the same sadness that swom into yours. You noticed that he was or sad about the loss of his men or that he was sad that he had to arrest a woman and possibly execute her (so that was you) or a mix of them.

You were pushed on your back, were let to the lower deck of the ship and were thrown into an old cell with rusted bars. The cell smelled and you saw dirt laying on the floor, you lifted your nose up in disgust and the smell made you almost gag. James Norrington led the way to your prison and you turned your head to face him. ''Well atleast your or your men could have cleaned up this mess, but alas I shouldn't have expected that.'' The second thing you noticed about him was that he couldn't have eye contact with someone for a long time, instead of looking into your eyes he was staring at the wall behind you. He cleared his throat and looked into your eyes again for a moment. ''This is not a place for a woman,'' ''then get me out of here.'' ''No, you're a pirate. You don't deserve a good place to stay.'' His eyes went cold after he accused you of it.

''Like I said before, I am not a pirate! Besides even if I was a pirate, they don't deserve this treatment of you and the Navy. They are human just like you, yes maybe some of them are bad and they should be punished ofcourse, but not all of them are bad. And most men in the Navy are just as bad maybe even worse and they don't get punished. That isn't fair, is it Commodore?'' He ignored you and didn't meet your eyes again, in fact he didn't even say anything to you but turned his back to walk away from you. In two steps you were by the metal bars and you gripped it with determination. ''I'm a nurse Commodore, if you want your men to be alive and well, you should let me out of this cell and let me go, so I can help them!'' He still ignored you and walked to the stairs. You sighed in irritation and sat on the place of the ground that was the most clean, but in desperation you said one last thing to him ''If you leave me as a prisoner, I will be dead and my blood will be on your hands! Don't think your innocent either Commodore! You've probably killed more men than any pirate on earth!'' you took a deep breath to calm yourself and then you said in a monotone voice: ''And who will take care of your wounded men, your so called medic? He would probably give them an infection that would result in death.'' He was on top of the stairs by now and you could see that he struggled by what you said but he only give you a stare that said you disgust me and walked into the light of the moon.

You laid your head against the wall and closed your eyes. The smell was disgusting and you thought it was for the best to breath to your mouth, your fingers were tapping on the ground and you were thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. The cell resembled the prison where you stayed for short periods of time in Hydra and your eyes went wide open. Your fingers stopped with tapping and wrapped around your upperarm. Your breath was caught in your throat and with each breath, breathing was becoming more and more difficult. Hydra? No, this can't be. You're not on a Navy ship, were you all this time by Hydra? Did you ever live in 2023? Did Thanos even attack? Are you still in 1944? All this was a hallucination, a test. A test yes, but for what? Why would Hydra test you, what have you done to deserve this?

You tried to hum It had to be you from Betty Hutton, you heard this version for the first time after you and your team had a small break. It was heavenly to have a distraction and everyone had a small smile on their faces and you could say that this song was a favourite of yours. If you really were in 1944 then was this song only a few months old and in your mind it was logical that a lot of people knew this song. If these men didn't know this one then you were really stuck in the past and not taken by Hydra and if they knew or regconise it then you were in 1944. Yes, this is a great plan! Only thing you had to do is ask some of them if they knew this song, easy. You unclapsed your hand and let it rest on your thigh. Your eyes fell on the ring on your other hand and a sob fell between the sweet melody that you tried to hum and then another sob. A few tears were pooling in your Y/E/C eyes and fell on your cheeks. You put your face into your hands as best as you could ofcourse, to lessen your cries. A woman appeared in your memory, she was just as beautiful as when you last saw her, but this made you wail even more.

Dripping, you felt something dripping on your face and it wasn't tears. You were sent back to reality. You tried to touch the place where you've noticied the dripping, but the cuffs were ratteling and it was pretty hard. You inspected your hand and noticed that your gloved finger had speckles of scarlett on it, so you were bleeding. A head wound maybe. Not maybe, certainly. You expected more of your body but you only could find a few scratches, but what was even worse to you was that your green suit was dirty! Gunpowder and dirt were on it and you sighed in irritation. A few stray tears found their way onto your cheeks and you saw that woman again in your head and later that night in your dreams or nightmares you could say.

A few days later

During your time in this cell you still thought that you were kidnapped by Hydra and it was pretty scary. Yes you could escape on your own, but if it really was Hydra you don't want to get tortured again and again and even if it was not you still were stuck on the ship itself. The cell still stunk but you did your best to clean up the floor with your combat boots. Although you didn't get many visitors down here, you were very wary about the men who still came to visit you. Actually they didn't really visited you, they brought you something to eat (not that it was much). You stared them down and didn't bother to say thank you to them. Why would you say thank you to the people who kidnapped you a few months ago hm? James Norrington didn't visit you and you were glad about that, he could be a nazi for all you know. But if you really were in 1944, why did you have such vivid memories of people that were not even born yet during the Second World War and why did you have nightmares about things that wern't lining up with the war? Your face felt dirty and the wound on your head was now healing on it's own. The wound bothered you, you couldn't even check it and when you asked those men they said no! The audacity.

You heard something on the stairs, you perked your ears and listened for a second, you were anxious. Footsteps, you heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs, but it wasn't one person but more of them maybe three? You thought that they looked stern but a bit anxious too. Where they scared of you? You were landing on the wall and eyed them suspicious. ''Pirate, the Commodore wants to talk to you'' Oh, but in Hydra nobody is called a commodore, so why is James then that being called? ''He said that it was important.'' You weren't really happy that you should see him and frankly the pit in your stomach was growing and growing. But now you had the chance to know if you were in Hydra or not. ''Alright, but first I have a question,'' you could see that they thought it wasn't a good plan, but before they could interrupt you said: ''Do you know the song It had to be you from Betty Hutton? I heard it was pretty popular.'' ''No, now come along. Women do not even make music.'' The other two shaked their head and you knew now that it wasn't Hydra but you gave a stank eye to the man who said that women couldn't make music. You let out a puff of relieve now you knew that you weren't in Hydra. Everything is better than in there. ''Okay, now I'm coming'' you pushed yourself of the wall and one of the men unlocked your prison cell and you followed them to the daylight that you so dearly missed. When you stood on the deck you shielded your eyes from the sun and quickly followed the men, you saw that the others were looking at you but you looked to the ground. So if they weren't Hydra or nazi's, maybe some of them aren't completely evil. Maybe.

You were walking on the deck of the Dauntless and were lead to the cabin of the Commodore, now you knew where you where and what your purpose again was you formed a plan.

Step 1: Try to find out if the Infinity Stones exist here

Step 1,5: If they are here, then eavesdrop on people to get information

Step 2: Try not to die, find the Black Pearl and getting your time travelsuit back

Step 3: Get the location of the Tesseract

Step 4: Go to that location with your timetravelsuit on

Step 5: Get the hell out of here

Simple.

One of the Navy men knocked on the Commodore his cabin and said: ''Commodore, the pirate is here,'' you didn't even try to correct the people anymore. You heard something along the lines of come in and the door was pushed open. ''We're staying here so if you try to do something, you don't get far pirate.'' And they stood in position to guard the door.

You stepped inside and you saw James hunched over a staple of papers, you cleared your throat to alert him and he looked up. He was pretty handsome you noticed and he gestured that you could sit down and gave you something to drink. You tried to clean your face a bit, took the chair that the offered and drank in one gulp your drink up. You laid your hands in your lap and crossed your legs and stared to his desk. It was beautiful with simplistic engravings. ''So you're going to give me the date when I'm supposed to die,'' you mumbled sour. ''I don't want to die,'' you said hopeless. ''Maybe a week ago I wanted to die yes, but now James. Now I have so much to live for, please don't let me get killed.''

He was confused why would you want to be dead?

He didn't say anything but shoved a paper towards your nose. You picked up the paper and began reading, your eyes scrolled over the written words and by each word you smiled harder. ''So I don't get killed?'' ''No you won't,'' ''thank you James.'' He didn't look you into the eye but said: ''How do you know my name when I do not even know yours?'' ''Elizabeth,'' was the only thing you answered. ''That explains why,'' a small smile was on his face when you said her name. ''My name's Y/N Y/L/N by the way. But if I read it correctly I'm going to care for your men with the medic?'' He said yes and you went further. ''I'm not going to listen to the medic, I know that he isn't doing a really good job because if he did I wasn't here in your cabin and I would probably be dead in a few days. Instead of me listening to him, he should be listening to me.'' he looked a bit uncomfortable and his face was written with guilt and you knew that you were right. ''I will tell him that, we also didn't want to execute you because we wanted you to be with your husband,'' and he gestured towards your gloved hand that had a ring on it. Oh, your gleefull expression dropped towards a saddened one and a few tears were forming into your eyes. ''I do not have a husband, Commodore. My partner died a few years ago'' He looked more uncomfortable now and mumbled his apologies. ''My partner was one of the bravest people I knew, sh-he died trying to liberate people.'' and you gave him a weak smile.

''Another thing that I wanted to discuss with you is your sleeping arrangement, we have a room that we do not use and you can sleep in them,'' you mumbled a soft thank you, still thinking about your late soon-to-be-wife. ''And another thing is, that we inspected your belongings and your weapons do not match with the weapons that we know'' and laid your weapons and your medpack on his desk. ''This thing'' and he pointed to the taser, ''No one here did not regconise it like every other weapon here, care to explain?'' You were thinking to gave them an excuse but your mind went blank, not having enough food and water did really mess with someone's brain also it didn't help that you were crying. ''I got it from a gun dealer in France, he said it was the perfect weapon for a woman.'' He pinched his nose bridge and mumbled aggrivitated: ''And how did you even got the other weapons?'' ''I got it from the same gun dealer ofcourse!'' ''You want to give this dealer a name Nurse?'' ''...Jean, yeah Jean,'' ''sure.'' He didn't sound convinced but let it be.

This story is for another time, he thought to himself.

''After this talk you will have a good amount of rest and then you will be helping us. I hope you do not betray us Y/N or otherwise you would still be dead, now go, your room is ready by now.'' You bid him farewell and went outside again.