#on the other hand High Ground 3 lost points because

[nattikay]

anyways after re-reading all the comics for that minor characters post the other day, here’s my personal art style ranking from best to worst:

Adapt or Die > Tsu'tey’s Path > High Ground 2 > The Next Shadow > High Ground 3 > High Ground 1

[dcxdpdabbles]

More cave boy? <3 <3 <3

Constantine kept throwing him long looks. Ever since the core test, the British man couldn't stop staring. Sometimes, he would glance at him, look away to shake his head, and then quickly glance back and start the whole cycle over.

Danny wasn't really sure why he was behaving this way. Much less why John Constantine felt the need to send a message to everyone in the magical community a message.

There was a large group of people wearing the most ridiculous outfits he'd ever seen—and his parents ran around in jumpsuits daily—peeking at him from every window, doorway, and, in that one girl's case, a shadow. They all stared at him like a natural miracle was happening before their eyes.

If you asked Danny, the worst part was that they didn't say anything. They just stood there, menacingly, in silence, staring. Bruce and the others had tried to get rid of them, but all the magic-user had done was a scurry to the edge of Bruce's property and camp out there.

He was sure he saw a boy with a cat praying to him at one point. The boy fully bowing low, hand on the ground, and muttering in ghost speech of gratitude for being in his presence.

Danny couldn't figure out why.

Constantine had yet to be evident on the issue either.

The man had been much more focused on explaining why he had been so disrespectful when he first woke.

Apparently, the day they found his cave, he had detected overworld energy in such high density and frankly alarming robust levels. He had assumed that a demon, an evil ghost, or even a trickster god had targeted the alternative version of Bruce Wayne.

Everyone knew the phrase "Get noticed by a higher being" never ended well in any legend, regardless of where the myth originated. Humans have always suffered in some way in those tales—most times, the human's death was the best possible outcome.

It would make sense why Danny had been thrown into a different dimension despite being a mere civilian—or as civilian as a version of Bruce Wayne could be if this was the case. He was worried that the young boy was in danger from forces far beyond human compression and had decked his room with every protective ward he knew.

He had almost demanded Danny be moved to the House of Mysteries since the death covering him had been so thickly layered over his soul. Then Danny woke up, making it evident that he was the cause of the energy, not the guiding light attracting the power like a month to the flame.

Then Constantine figured that Danny had been killed by the higher being who was done playing with him. Whatever happened in that cave meant that Bruce's alternative had lost, and now that higher being was pretending to be Danny.

The reason?

When Danny had first been found getting dangerously close to the Batcave, Constantine had been one of the first Bruce had called for some tests (tests that he was unconscious for while being held in that glass cage). He had confirmed that Danny had no magical power, so they wrote him off as meta.

The second time Constantine saw his unconscious body, he was significantly less human because he had been Phantom for literal days until he passed out. His magic had been reported as such, so Constantine had reacted accordingly, believing that the Ghost King seal was the only deserving revenge for the boy he allowed to perish in such a horrific manner.

He wanted Danny's body back from whatever was pretending to be him when he woke. Constantine just wanted to help him rest. He was not expected to threaten the King with his own seal and apologized profoundly once the confusion was cleared up.

Danny had no idea what the magic trench coat man was talking about. What King Seal? That was the badly done carvings he did with Jazz two summers ago!

What King's Guard? That's just a badly drawn photo of Fright Knight that Dan made!

What King's Cry? That's just a recording of Danny singing badly to a radio song Tucker made!

None of this made sense, especially this royal mystical treatment he received. Thankfully, the Waynes were on his side about it. They still treated him like Brucie, but there was one notable difference.

"You're majesty," Jason said with a mocking bow. "Your carriage awaits."

Danny frowns. "What?"

"Tim finished your ship."

"Oh," Danny stood quickly, a rush of impatience and slight wonder overwhelmingly developing in his chest. He'd been here for literal months, almost a full year. Danny never gave up on his idea of going home, but that was more of a stubborn hope that he would see his world again.

With each passing day, he felt that his home was getting further and further away.

And now, here it was, within reach. He didn't know what to do with that knowledge. Other than race down to the cave with his heart beating a mile a minute. He's so close. So close.

Out of his eye, he spots a woman in the window wearing a strange outfit and pressing her hands against the glass. Her silver bracelets gleam as she offers him a quick smile.

Danny swears he had seen her coming and going through the manor when he was pretending to be simple Brucie- Wonder something- but she now offers him a deep down on her knee bow. He checks Jason's reaction, but seeing that he hasn't noticed, he walks by her with a tiny head nod.

He cares more about going home, not manners.

"Hey Danny," Jason calls, falling in step with him. "I've been meaning to ask. But.....your parents are alive, and everything thinks you're this big shot in the afterlife....are you like me?"

"No, I'm caucasian," Danny tells him while mindlessly changing the arms of the clock that should open the Batcave to him.

Jason laughs. "No, kid. I mean about dying."

Danny squints up at him with confusion. "You're not a ghost."

"No, but I did die. I just came back." Jason tells him with another laugh, but this one is bitter. Danny considers the question, then shakes his head.

"No, I technically never left. I died and lived and died and lived and died and lived again." He makes a circle with his hands. "It's a cycle of being on the line between worlds, not one side completely on any given day."

"You are a god then." Damian comments, suddenly at Danny's elbow. Danny has no idea where the kid came from, only barely stopping himself from screaming as the younger boy puffs up his chest. "Of course, my father would be a god."

"Wait, if Bruce is a god in one world, maybe he has the potential to turn into a god in everyone. That would explain how he strengthens the more people know of him- the more they believe in him." Tim calls from across the cave, where he is typing on the computer.

He pauses and twists around with a look of manic curiosity. "That could mean he passed along powers to his children- Jason, what if Bruce made you a demi-god that day he adopted you, and that's how you came back? That's how all of us come back!"

"The dots are connecting," Dick shouts from the top of the cave, waving his two forefingers around. Danny had no idea why he felt the need to climb high places to do the splits between two rock formations, but he found that Dick tended to do that often. "The Justice League was right....we bats aren't human!"

Danny raised a hand. "I'm not a god. I'm not a King. I'm just a kid from Amity Park who wants to go home."

The others don't pay him any mind, so Danny leaves the Bats to gather around and compare notes. All he can see is the ship resting on a ledge. It resembles Fenton Tech so much that for a second, he feels an overwhelming sense of homesickness.

Soon, he thinks, running his hand on the smooth metal. Soon, I'll be home.

"I call dibs on the godhood of delinquents!"

"You can't just call dibs on godhood, Duke."

"Yes, I can. I have two godly fathers now, which means I have double the demi-god. I'm a mostly-god; I outrank you, Tim."

"I am Stephine, the demi-god of purple!"

"Steph, what does that even mean?

"All things purple answer to me."

As soon as the Waynes focus.

[actiniumwrites]

BLURRED LINES

synopsis: the defining moment that changed the course of your relationship with them from being enemies to that of lovers

characters: kaeya, yelan, scaramouche, ayato, cyno, dottore, and alhaitham x gn!reader (separately)

warnings: enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, injuries, blood, fighting, harassment (not from any of them), not proofread

notes: idk man i just wanted to write some enemies to lovers scenarios. each of these get longer as they go, so uh, sorry if you wanted some of the first ones to be longer cause i don’t really know what happened 😭 enjoy <3

Kaeya watched how you laughed so loudly, so confidently at him as you fought somewhere behind him. It was as loud and recognizable as usual. He felt his heart beat faster — flushed, annoyed, and fed up with your constant need to one up him, laugh at him for no reason, and point out each and every small mistake he makes. As the Cavalry Captain racked his brain for a comeback, anything to take you off your high horse, his ears began to hurt as your laughter faded into that of dreadful screams. Blue eyes caught yours in an instant, turned so fast that his body almost gave him whiplash. No. He couldn’t lose you. Not like this. Not when he hadn’t realized his hatred for you was nothing more than a guise for his buried love.

Yelan’s faint laughs scared the people on the harbor. Such an intimidating women, softly — yet arrogantly — laughing to herself was certainly an odd sight to see. She had bested you once again, and you hadn’t even known it yet. And Archons she couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when you realized it. Her laughter quickly subsided at the faint sounds of desperation and begging, coming from somewhere within a nearby alleyway. Nearly walking past it out of the need to be in other places, Yelan stopped in her trail when the whimpering cries turned into your voice. Fury festered throughout her body in an instant. Nobody was allowed to mess with you, not unless it was her. Maybe she hadn’t realized it yet, but she would do anything to protect you — even if it meant giving her life.

When Scaramouche fell limp out of the robot, falling from great heights as he plummeted to the ground, he held no beliefs he would be caught — no less by the hands of you, his sworn enemy. Yet, there you were, arms wrapped tightly around him as the traveler and Paimon stared at you in shock. Something about the way your heart felt the moment you saw him fall was deeply painful, like weeds growing around your heart. Though, the strong heat from your love was enough to burn those weeds, enough to propel yourself forward without thought and save the man you had unknowingly come to love. And as Nahida watched the scene play out in front of her, a knowing smile crossed her face.

Ayato loved nothing more than to argue and debate with you. It came as a package deal alongside the fact that you were from the Tenryou Commission and he was from the Yashiro commission. Because god you were so smart and always had the perfect comebacks, even though it was infuriating when you would win. What he didn’t like, however, was when he would watch you argue with someone else. Especially when you lost to them. Ironic, right? He hated watching his enemy lose? So when his eyes spotted you around the corner of Ritou, backed up against a wall as a rude man berated you, his eyes filled with fury and his heart was racing. No one was allowed to treat you like that. So he took care of them for you, even though he knew you were fully capable. And as you stormed away from him, he was left with a single question: if you were supposed to be his enemy, then why the hell did he care so much about you?

The moment Cyno saw you fall backwards, he scoffed. Honestly, when were you actually going to beat him while sparring? But then you didn’t get up. Cyno swore he felt his heart fall out of his chest. And oh archons, the moment he saw blood, the weapon fell out of his hand and his feet propelled him forward. His knees scraped against the rugged bricks of the floor as his arms wrapped themselves around your torso and hoisted it against him. But then your eyes opened and the laugh he always thought was so beautiful fell from your lips. Stopping when your eyes met his serious expression, you joked, “What? Don’t tell me you were actually worried about me?” Cyno’s eyes pierced through yours, a serious, yet genuine, expression painted across his face, “Don’t scare me like that, it’s not funny…I thought I lost you for a second.”

Dottore felt annoyed the moment he heard you knock on the door. So he ignored it, knowing only you would be stupid enough to get hurt and go to him at such late hours of the night. You could’ve seen another doctor, but he knew you loved to annoy him more than anything else. But then the knocks came again, weaker and more fragile this time. Sighing, he opened his door, only to find you. Your eyes were kept on the floor, but he could see the tears that pooled in them. Blood adorned most of your body, and your clothes were all tattered and torn. The arm that was holding you up against the door gave out and you collapsed, but not before Dottore caught you in his arms. You were mumbling, shaking, and absolutely terrified as you leaned against him. And yet, for some reason, Dottore couldn’t help but feel a small feeling of warmth spreading in his cold heart at the thought of you coming to him when you were most vulnerable. Though, it wasn’t enough to stop the anger he felt for the person that hurt you.

Alhaitham sighed for what felt like the thousandth time that day as he spotted you in the library late at night. Shouldn’t you have already gone home? Or were you just trying to get ahead him again? Perhaps aiming to steal his position at the Akademiya this time? He never knew with you, but at least the competition kept things a little more entertaining each day. So, he made another sarcastic comment toward you on his way out. He couldn’t see your face from the way you were sitting, but your silence stopped him in his tracks. No rebuttal? No comeback? Not even an annoyed sigh? And then your shoulders started to shake, and small whimpers fell from your lips. Shit. Alhaitham didn’t know what to do in situations like this. But even so, he stopped and walked toward you. Sat down next to you and stayed quiet, only offering a few tissues and some water he had on him — which you hesitantly, but gratefully took. Maybe you were his “enemy” and maybe he didn’t know how to deal with people crying, but for some reason it felt natural with you and he sure as hell wasn’t going to leave you alone.

[illuminakisser]

EVERYTHING WE KNOW ABOUT THE PHIGHTING APRIL FOOLS TOWER AS OF NOW, THIS WILL BE UPDATED AS MORE INFO IS DISCOVERED OR MORE THEORIES ARE MADE.

ok info about whats theorized to be medkits nightmare GO

Title of game : . (its a period)

Icon is the same as base game, background is the default one

The music playing is just overtime slowed down by a lot

1. MAP

You spawn on a road with sidewalks that have candles, you have a lantern in your inventory.

As you walk you will occasionally see an exit sign.

Halfway, pillars stretch up from the ground, most are normal but some are shaped like hands that reach to the sky. On top of the hands are weird figures with glowing green eyes and horns that look like something from the flaming horns series?

(thats the closest thing i could find,,,)

At the end of the road is the default Happy Home, though with minor modifications. An exit sign is right at the stairs and pointing at the door. Tube tvs are inside the home, a giant one at the middle against the wall with two stacks of tvs in the corners. The left side has one tv off, while the others are full of red static. They don't do anything when interacted with.

Note: This sorta resembles the thumbnail for scythe's teaser.

They also look like the TVs in broker's secret room (i reached the image limit so cant show ough)

Outside to the left and on top of the house are the same weird green eyed figures.

2. DIALOGUE

There are many figures running around saying various phrases,

phrases that ive seen:

"Help!"

"you traitor"

"do something"

"be useful"

"please help me"

"Useless support"

"Help me!"

"help"

"please just heal me"

"Please heal me"

"How's your eye?" (Idk if this is random dialogue or subspace dialogue)

Though, some of these figures are saying things from medkit ally dialogue.

Ingame dialogue phrases:

"Do I really want to work with a rebel on my team?" - Banhammer

"Hey!! Great seeing you!!" - Subspace

"How's that eye doing??" - Subspace

3. THE OVERSEER NEXTBOT OR SOMETHING IDK

You are chased by an overseer eye, it can't be stopped permanently. Though, it can be halted by positioning yourself in the right area, however, it has good pathing and can jump extremely high, so you can't hide from it.

Getting caught by it results in an image showing up on the screen, this rewards you a badge the first time you see it.

Random note: the eye is weirdly clean? im not sure if its medkit's eye or not since I remember soda saying that subspace just threw the eye away,, (not sure if this is still canon)

After this you get kicked from the game with the message "You must kill him to become him."

The interesting thing is that this is the description of the overseer eye cosmetic.

This probably means something like "you must kill overseer to become him" or something but what does that mean who is killing overseer huh what

↑ ok theories have been made (thank u discord user ankles0560 for the medkit part)

The one killing him might be either medkit or katana.

KATANA : there is dialogue between katana and ban hammer

Ban Hammer: "You can't get involved with the business of the dudes higher up." Katana: "And who will stop me?"

↑ I will expand on this later but im eepy rn help

MEDKIT : ok the whole thing is about Medkit so the kick message is probably the overseer eye talking to Medkit,,

Soda has said that if Katana knew more about Medkit, he would kill him. This could mean multiple things but very interesting hm

Another interesting thing is the jumpscare noise, it is a jumpscare noise used in old games.

The interesting part is what it is, the noise is actually the sound of the subspace tripmine slowed down, whether this was just coincidence or because of the subspace thing is unknown, it might even be both?

EXTRA . CHURCH OF THE TRUE EYE INFO

Not really related to the tower but just what we know about the cult

A religious group within lost temple, not everybody from lost temple is a member of it.

It is mentioned in Medkit's phone dialogue.

Every member of the cult is missing an eye.

Soda has mentioned that the reason why Sword's eye isn't missing is because he wasn't born in lost temple.

CORRECTION: Sword was born in lost temple, but wasn't raised in it. The point still stands that this is the reason why he hasn't lost an eye.

Based on dialogue between medkit and banhammer, it has been around for a while now. (THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME)

It is unknown what the goals or structure of the cult are currently.

They have a uniform, Medkit, Scythe, and Broker share the motif of outfits of mostly teal.

Scythe calls Vine Staff "blessed" in her dialogue with her, this is related to the cult somehow since in the same conversation Vine says "No! You and your creepy family can buzz off!"

^ According to broker, her curse is rare but she isn't the first one to have it.

They call themselves a family, and call Overseer their Father.

Overseer info:

There is barely any, but this is what we know.

They are referred to as a leader, it is unknown whether they are the faction leader or just the cult leader.

Scythe refers to him as a deity, whether they truly are one, manipulated the cult into believing they are, or the cult simply calls him a deity is unknown.

An alternative is that she isn't talking about overseer here at all, though if that is so we don't know if she's talking about a sfoth deity or a different one. ← if it is a sfoth deity, it is most likely to be darkheart or venomshank (or maybe even ghostwalker? idk)

btw soda said this. soda wdym

Feel free to add more info or things i missed/got wrong in reblogs or comments!!

pls do say more info if you have it im making this based on what the guys im theorizing with are saying i didnt have time to do more than 1 playthrough

[sizzlingstarlightsky]

*Let Me Entertain You

Azriel x Reader x Eris

word cound: 1800

cw: smut, porn with plot, anal, deepthroating, voyerism

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Another meeting. Another day of hiding. Azriel has been haunting the halls of the Forest House for the last few months. Avoiding being seen by anyone other than his shadows, his mates, and their hounds.

As well trained as the hounds are, they almost gave him away a few times. He'd been outside with Eris and Y/N on a walk. Blending into the silhouettes of trees and nearby foliage. Azriel would occationally let a shadow or few chase around the puppies.

Lost in the peace of it all, the spymaster was oblivious to one of the guards winnowing up to Eris. Some letter to deliver in his hands. Of course that's precisely the moment a couple pups started barking at their shadow friends. Able to reign the tendrils in, just not fast enough to avoid to color draining from the guards face. Rumors of the grounds being haunted shortly followed but nothing serious was ever done about it. Eris knew, he loved the subtle pandimonium it caused. Sometimes calling a guard or emissary to that spot for, some bullshit reason. The High Lord only wanted a chuckle.

But this wasnt one of those tranquil days of peace. No. Today Azriel is bound to the darkened walls of his mates Throne room. Forced to conceal the love between them.

Eris had no problem introducing Y/N to the court. He reveled in how contagious your laughter and joy were. How effortless it was for you to thaw out the frozen fear Beron plunged the land into. But that's exactly why you two couldnt be tangled up in the High Lords bed that day, creating music only for one anothers ears.

Today Y/N was in one of the villages. Helping them clear land and plot new crops. Making way for farm animals to flourish. Sowing seeds of compassion and hope into the hearts of who you deem 'The most important people in the kingdom'.

"Does anyone have anything INTRESTING before we end? It's been budgets, complaints, and concerns all day. Entertain me" As overlooked as he felt, Az couldn't help but let a small smirk creep into his lips. Eris might be a cocky bitch, but fuck was he beautiful. Esspecially sprawled out over his throne. One leg hanging off the armrest while he files his nails.

The image of himself kneeling before his High Lord, tongue pooling, cock stiffening, arousal heating... fuck. no.

Encasing himself into the darkness he emrges on a back patio of one of their secret cabins within the autumn mountains. The one lost in the North West Mountains being his favorite. Right below the relaxing regidity of the Winter Court and along to coast of the cooling Summer breeze. The air flow between all 3 courts create a jet stream unlike any hes flown in. Flips and spins. Twists and Dips. At the end of the flight, a clean dive into the late Autumn lake in the backyard.

Home.

At least he hoped. Finally a place he feels at peace. No expectations, just harmony. Azriel loves his brothers and sees them often. Grateful of their support towards his mating with both Y/N and Eris. Courts healing, wings spread ready to pave his own path, just to end up tangled in his shadows again.

Eris has been allowing the mask to come undone. It hasn't been an easy journey but slowly those around have been growing fond of their new High Lord. When Beron died and Eris was infused of the generational fire, many feared. They had only known of him to be cruel as his father. It was a challanging time to finally achnowladge the bond between them.

but you... when the bond reveled you as a second mate to both males, everything changed. Eris started relaxing. softening. Others started noticing smiles, laughs, even deep gratitude being clearly pointed their way. Azriel wasn't sure if the courts healing was because the High Lord of fire was settling in chaos or because there was a second flame to balance his intensity out. Help redistribute everything he's kept bottled up for centuries.

but Azriel... he stays hidden away. As if Eris were ashamed to be mated to someone so evil. So hopeless. So untrustworthy. So tainted.

Walking into the Mountainside cabin, avoiding Eris; who must have winnowed in while he was in the lake, Az headed to their bedroom for a dry change of clothes.

"Did your broody little flight not cool you down?"

"Fuck you Eris."

"Oh I know you want to shadowsigner. I could feel you during the meeting. Don't think I dont know what goes on in that pretty little brain of yours."

When Azriel doesn't give Eris the reaction he's looking for, he doubles down, eager to pick a fight with his mate.

"The dive wasn't super crisp today. I give it a 6. no, maybe a 6.9 but that's a bit too generous. Not quite sure if you can handle that." ..nothing.. "I don't know what's gotten into you recently. I know I havent been able to for a few days but I didn't think you'd be this needy while Y/N is awa-" Eris is cut short as his fully overgrown vampire bat rams into him. Pinning him to the cabin wall.

"You think I want to be your dirty secret? The one thing you keep hidden, afraid how others would react once they knew what a disgusting beast you allow into your bed?" Eris knew somethings been bothering his husband, but it's difficult getting the spymaster to open up. To talk about his deeper, darker thought and fears.

"Why are you two agruing now?" Y/N. That beautiful sweet voice breaks the tension in the room for a hot moment. "You know what, I'm not entertaining this right now. I'm going back to the Forest House to drop of paperwork, take a bath, and grab my book."

"Please, don't be fighting anymore when I get back. I'm tired and we havent had an evening to lay outside in one anothers arms in what feels like ages."

"It's been 11 days and 18 hours. 12 days too long." Az corrects. Still with his forarm pressing Eris's throat against the wall and his knee digging into his inner thigh. The High Lord only grinning. Reveling in the frustration of your mate.

"Please Az? Just talk to one another." Placing a jar down on the kitchen counter before Y/N leaves, "I got some more caramel from Marla in Maple Village. I'm gonna make cookies to drizzle it over tonight. So you better not be fighting or I'll eat them all."

A cold breeze broke through the windows once Y/N left. Leaving them alone togther, in darkness and flame.

~~~~~~~~~

Floating in the giant tub of the Forest House, the few words you caught ruminating through your tired head. Allow in your bed. Turning over leaf after leaf of meaning you overthink yourself into believing you weren't loving your husbands equally. Your mates, who have different love languages, diffrerent sleep schedules, different shared intrests. How could you possibly make sure one didnt feel slighted.

With a sigh and a clean body you step out of the draining bath. Drying off and putting on one of Eris's shirts and Azriels sweatpants, you grab your current book and winnow back to your favorite hidden cabin. Ready to make cookies and express your balanced love for both your mates.

"ERIS! Fuck you"

Great. Walking towards the bedroom, the sound of slamming furniture becomes louder. Not knowing what state of distress the bedroom will be in this time, you swing the door open. Only to find Eris balls deep in Azriel pounding the everloving fuck out of his ass.

"I.. oh.. uh sorry. I came in to check you werent throwing furniture at each other."

Eris turns towards you with a shit eating grin. "Sure you did Princess. You know our sounds. And I know by your smell that you're lying." Unshething himself from Az, Er walks over to you, grabbing the book out of your hands in favor of placing it on the table. Leading you towards the bed.

Wimpers fall from the shadowsingers mouth. Songs of desire, lust, and love. "Az here thought I was ashamed of him. That I havent officially introduced him to the court because they'd never accept him."

"What? Az baby that's-"

Tenderly grabbing your cheeks Eris shushes you. "He's fucked out Princess. I explained how I didn't want to pressure him into making his presence known and, well, you know how he gets." Heat building inbetween your legs at the two devilishly handsome males infront of you. Bare. Hung. Marked with passion.

A beat of silence broken by a deep chuckle. "I have an idea Princess. A surefire way to make sure everyone knows I'm not ashamed. Only if you're okay with it?"

"Oh, um" Blushing you remember a conversation a few weeks ago. Different things you wanted to try with one another "yeah fuck it. Now seems as good of a time as ever." Winking to Azriel who's watching you as if he's about to implode.

Before you could process what you agreed to, the three of you are winnowed into the Throne room. Only you clothed.

"Tell me Azriel" sitting on his throne naked, wrapping Azriels neck in a controlled flame collar "what is it you were thinking earlier"

"I thought you knew?" He tried to fight back. Never letting the male have it easy.

A nice tug on the fire leash brings Azriel mouth level with Eris's aching cock. On cue Az opens his mouth, tongue out, drooping all over the High Lords lap.

"Look at the mess you're making. Clean it up" Lowering his head Azriel licks up his spit from Eris's pelvis. Careful not to do anything without the High Lords permission.

"Good boy. Open for me" Placing his finger in Azriels mouth Eris begins to stroke himself. Azriel taking the opprotunity to suck on his husbands thumb.

"Fuck. So good for me. Princess, come here"

"Yes daddy?"

"Don't you agree?"

"Yes daddy." You moan. Humming into your neck Eris bring Azriel wet mouth to the tip of his leaking cock. "Earn your reward"

It's almost as if his shadows possessed him. A switch was flicked and Azriel is now the sluttiest little cock whore. Gagging gracefully around his favorite beef jerkey. "Get under him princess. Reward him." With a snap you've joined them in the skin dance. Dripping a trail of your sweet treasure in your path.

Slipping into position from the steps, laying down, you grab Azriels considerable length. Licking up the precum sliding down his vein and balls.

Mid face fuck the door to the Throne room opens, causing hesitation from your mate. "I didn't say to stop" Eris moans low and dark.

"You summoned us my Lord?"

"Cauldron bless us."

"Oh mother. My greatest apologies my Lord." There was a not so rushed scramble to leave, where many glances lingered before the doors shut them in.

Eris is the first to speak as Azriel's still bobbing up and down his cock like the good boy he is.

"You couldn't entertain me... let me entertain you"

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I smoked a little weed, messed around with an idea and ended up here. I hope you enjoy it.

Coming up with ideas is annoyingly tricky so if you have suggestions please let me know. I can feel the writing hyperfixation building.

[jesterofcringe]

Kiss with a Fist Villain!Venture x Reader

req i received on my main blog, moved it over here :3 tw mentions of blood and an injury but not too much detail no nsfw btw. i straight up forgot ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

★ Romance with a villainous Venture is... somewhat complicated. Your relationship as a whole had a bit of a rocky start considering every other day you were trying to kill each other.

★ You were assigned what should have been a simple mission: Arrest Sloan Cameron. Sounded easy enough- they were an ex-hero, a big nerd with a bigger heart,,, how harmful could they be?

★ You quickly came to learn that talon picked them for a reason, and pretty soon trying to keep up with them was the worst part of your day.

★ At least for you it was- Sloan on the other hand LOVED messing with you. Although it was initially because they thought it was funny to watch how mad you would get, they slowly but surely begin to develop a crush. Unfortunately for the both of you, being the feral idiot they are they decide it's much funnier to toy with you instead of confronting their own feelings.

★ You don't notice it immediately, but you do notice the way they always target you when you're on a mission. You find it incredibly strange- because of their abilities they're able to go after multiple of your teammates at once, but they never do. It's always you that's backed into a corner, shoved up against a wall, or pinned against the floor with their boot on your chest, heel digging into your ribcage to keep you from moving.

"Agh... Sh-Shit..." You rasp, struggling and grabbing at their foot, "I'm supposed to be capturing you, not the other way around..."

Their foot presses down harder, making you wheeze as you claw at their heel. They laugh at the way you whine in protest, and you want nothing more than to knock that smug look right off their face.

★ Needless to say, you weren't exactly fond of Sloan. You spent so much time chasing them your sleep schedule started to deteriorate. Even when you thought you could relax you couldn't escape them as your brain decided to replay the moments you had with them and all the battles you lost in a desperate attempt to analyze what went wrong and how to fix it. Hyperfixating on your nemesis was one thing, but it got to the point that you started to have nightmares. Though the nightmares weren't a daily thing, they were frequent enough to make you consider ditching sleep as a whole.

★ You wanted to punch their lights out sooo bad.

★ As your rivalry progressed, you slowly [emphasis on SLOWLY] got used to their antics. You weren't beginning to like them by any means, but it became less about kicking their teeth in and more about just doing your job. That didn't make them any less annoying, unfortunately, a fact that became apparent when a particular fight had you slammed against a bar counter all the while Sloan continued to make dumb jokes.

"Can I offer to buy you a drink while we're here?"

"If you wanted to treat me why didn't you just ask me on a date like a normal person?"

★ When you quipped back, you meant it completely as a joke. In your logic, you hoped that maybe flustering them even slightly would give you enough time to get them off your back and gain some high ground. Unbeknownst to you, they seriously took your suggestion to consideration.

★ You wouldn't learn this until you found yourself chasing them across rooftops a few days later.

★ Being high up was seriously out of character for Sloan considering they preferred to be close to [and usually underneath] the ground. Despite this, they had a decent lead on you and were surprisingly light on their feet. You didn't let this deter you, and instead stayed right on their track, giving a determined chase.

"Where are you leading me Cameron?"

"Right here!" They came to a sudden stop, and the abruptness of it all damn near made you fell- they had to catch you and before you could struggle out of their hold they spun you around and pointed over your shoulder, gesturing towards the sky.

Oh gods. The sky.

From where you stood, you had a perfect view of the stars as they twinkled and winked. It was like someone had flicked white paint against a deep purple canvas. You were absolutely gobsmacked.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

Their grip loosened, allowing for you to turn around to face them. For once, you saw them in a completely different way; their wolfish smile replaced with a goofy lopsided grin, and instead of the malicious gleam you usually saw in their eyes, you were met with the sparkle of the stars shining back at you.

"Did you make me chase you here on purpose? So you could show me this?"

"Uh-huh! What good is star gazing if there's no one to star gaze with?"

★ You didn't have a nightmare about Sloan that night. You dreamt about the stars, and the person they used to be when they were a hero. You wished you got to meet that person, and almost wondered if there was a way to bring them back.

★ The next morning you woke up startled. You hated thinking about Sloan like that- there was no good in it considering the fact that you still had a job to do whether they were a villain or not.

★ That didn't stop you from accidentally telling them about it, blurting it out before you could stop yourself.

"You had a dream about me?" They said with a cutting slyness in their voice. You could feel your face heat up, and you really hoped you weren't blushing as much as you thought you were, "Awh, I knew you cared about me!"

"I do not." You hissed, trying to save face, "You broke my nose, I kicked your teeth. That's all that happened."

Their smile falters for a second. Though the action was quick, you still caught it even though it seemed they were doing their best to make sure you didn't.

You wonder what ran though their mind at the thought of you thinking about them at night. You decide, for your own sanity, not to let it bother you.

★ Things change, but only slightly. You still fight but you no longer actively try to kill each other. You don't really like them yet, but you're willing to say they're alright. They're weary not to hit you too hard even though you hated when they went easy on you. As a joke, you left a small mark on their drill. Not like a dent or anything, but you stuck a spiderman sticker to the side to see if they'd notice. Eventually they did, but they pretend they didn't as an excuse to keep it there.

★ One night, they turn up at your door. You're ready to get upset when you notice their condition- they look pale, and they're hunched over with one arm over their abdomen. They look awful, and yet they're still weakly smiling at you as if they aren't obviously hurt.

You nearly jump out of your skin, just barely keeping your composure as you stare at them, "What the hell happened to you?"

"Any chance I can borrow your medkit?" They ignore your question as they sway from side to side, "Do you..." they interrupt themselves with a hiccup, blood spilling form their lips, "...H-have one?"

They lean just a bit too far forward, losing their balance. You catch them and usher them inside.

Soon you find yourself with your nemesis half conscious on your couch as you treat their wounds. They murmur small apologies and thank yous as you work, trying not to flinch as you bandage them up. You did your best to remain stoic, though you couldn't hide the way your hands shook as you cleaned them up. You hoped they didn't notice.

"Talon doesn't have a medic?"

"...Didn't think I'd make it in time."

With the state they were in, you were sure they would've suffered significant blood loss if they tried to pull through and carry themselves back to Talon's headquarters. You're surprisingly relieved they decided to knock on your door.

"What did you get yourself into Sloan?"

Again, they ignore your question.

"I'm really sorry," They manage, "I just didn't know where else to go."

"Don't worry about it. I-"

You hesitate. The words were at the tip of your tongue.

Care about you. I care about you, Sloan.

You just couldn't quite say it, the words dying in your throat. Instead you sigh.

"-Have some spare clothes you can borrow. You should really get out of that bloodstained turtleneck."

They nod, smiling wide enough for you to see the gap in their teeth.

"You're the best."

★ From then on, Sloan hardly felt like a nemesis anymore. You don't even feel like it would be right calling them an enemy or opponent. You would never admit that out loud though.

★ Like a lost puppy, Sloan continues to appear on your doorstep, yearning to see you. You let them in of course, and typically they would fall asleep on your couch and vanish by morning. One night, you decide to conduct an experiment. Just to see what would happen, you stole their pillow and tossed it into your bedroom, gesturing for them to follow.

"C'mon man, that can't be comfortable."

"You want to share a bed?"

"...if that's ok with you-"

★ They can barely contain their excitement, though they do try to hide it by creating a big wall of pillows between the two of you. The next time they sleepover, the pillow wall is gone. By the third, you wake up snuggling although you pretend you didn't.

★ It was incredible, how you could fall asleep so close together and yet feel so far apart. You hardly knew anything about them. What did they do for Talon? Why did they leave Overwatch? Would you ever grow the courage to ask? Would you be able to see them the same after hearing their answer?

★ It was like sleeping with a ghost- their embrace was so warm at night but by the time morning rolls around they're gone. All you have to prove they were there is leftover pizza and a rock they left on your kitchen table.

★ You wish it was enough for the both of you, and you could pretend it was, but deep down you knew it wasn't. Whatever you had, it wasn't enough to convince Sloan to leave their life of crime in the past, and it certainly wasn't enough for you to leave Overwatch to join them.

★ Instead you pretend what you had wasn't real. You pretend you hadn't found comfort in Sloan no less than 24 hours earlier as you pull on your uniform and prepare for your next reunion to be on the battlefield.

[daitranscripts]

Cole Conversations

Companion Comments

Cole Masterpost

Dialogue options:

Cassandra [1]

Blackwall [2]

Iron Bull [3]

Dorian [4]

Solas [5]

Vivienne [6]

Varric [7]

Sera [8]

Leliana [9]

Josephine [10]

Cullen [11]

1 - Cassandra

Romanced Cole: Petals fall open as lips shape words that rhyme. Candlelight softens the edges.

Cassandra’s personal quest incomplete Cole: Stomach full of mantras, she burns like a beacon, Faith a flame to bring succor for a Seeker.

Cassandra’s personal quest complete Cole: Faith seeks a friend in Compassion, cautious, careful, too much grey but growing.

2 - Blackwall

Romanced He feels naked without the name on the armor, but now he knows you want him naked.

Blackwall’s personal quest incomplete An old name burns inside armor that shouldn't fit, lit by faces of the children he couldn't save.

Blackwall’s personal quest complete The name breaks free, pulls the pain with it. A black wall to shield the self when the sky is rainier.

3 - Iron Bull

Romanced Tied, but tenderly, loving in the letters of a word that would stop it, knots in satin scarves.

Personal quest active “The,” a joke. He laughs to himself, imagining herds of cattle in fields of iron, but now he worries it fits.

Personal quest complete, made Tal-Vashoth Salt-spray smell of Seheron. Lost in smoke from a burning ship. Guilt at not feeling guiltier.

Personal quest complete, sacrificed the Chargers Copper on the lips. Dalish lies dead-eyed beside me. He'll come, he'll call, he won't leave us. Horns pointing up.

4 - Dorian

Romanced Glittering to gloss a hidden hurt. Unlearning not to hope for more. Stumbling steps where the wall used to be.

Giselle gave letter, have not met Dorian’s father Bright, like the fish that kill you if you eat them. Can't hate you for hiding if you burn so brilliantly.

After meeting Dorian’s father He tried to melt a snowflake because he liked waterfalls. Swallowing bile and pride as he sees his son defend himself.

5 - Solas

Cole’s personal quest complete Voice ringing with fullness from both worlds, guiding me to the shining places. He calls himself Pride.

High approval, other conditions unknown Old pain, shadows forgotten from dreams too real. This side is slow and heavy, but here is what can change.

Personal quest completed Wisdom knows enduring is pain. He hurts for her, another of many he couldn't save. He carries necessary deaths.

6 - Vivienne

Personal quest not started A breath-caught smile from the Enchanter as the candle lights. The walls are safe; she will never be hungry again.

Personal quest completed A cold flame blazes in a robe worth more than children. Protect her, and she consumes you, burning because she can.

7 - Varric

Cole’s personal quest complete Kid, says the stone. Kid, kidding. It would keep me kept with a name, but the cairn can't catch me.

Hawke lives, other conditions unknown He writes words that aren't real, but they are for him, in a quiet place whose stone shape shakes the ground.

Hawke left in the Fade The stone is cracked, split, jagged. The hawk would have been safe if it had stayed, but that isn't what hawks do.

8 - Sera

Romanced Fleet-footed and free, the arrow that caught the miller's sack, but no longer shot alone, aquiver in a quiver.

Cole more human Shite. He's wrong. Dead-eyed crazy, shite. I called him a 'him'. Is he alive, is everything alive, shite. I hate raisins.

Cole more spirit She hurts, but helping hurts more. She sees the strings that pull me, eyes like raisins in a stale cookie.

9 - Leliana

Leliana’s personal quest not started The Left Hand remembers a knife slipped to her in the darkness, and wonders why the flower blooms.

Leliana hardened The Left Hand is harder, faith fallen in folly. It makes the dreams worse, but sends them away faster.

Leliana softened The Left Hand blooms on the bush, remembering the light that shone in her darkness. She knows how to sing again.

10 - Josephine

Romanced Steel flashes, like at the top of the stairs, but this time she knows her voice and it ends with a kiss.

Josephine’s personal quest started She spins, plucking strings, matching wits and words, an admiral who will never send ships of her own.

Josephine’s personal quest complete Ships launch on changing winds. Dizzy sometimes, like the top of the stairs, but sometimes like dancing.

11 - Cullen

Romanced Safe and solid, protecting and proud. He feels like quiet, stronger when you hold him.

Personal quest incomplete, talked about lyrium He is quiet, behind the noise. The little bottle makes him shake, but he tests the chains.

Continued lyrium He sounds right again with the chains in place, but the music makes him sad.

Quit lyrium He sounds new, echoes of laughter on an empty riverbed. Not for sailing, but safer.

[thatsgay-writes]

Party Time

Slight Spoilers? Not really. Read at your own risk. I am also not a doctor so all medical terms and stuff is slightly googled and not all the way informed.

Not Proofread

You pulled Tara closer to you as the bass of the music made it hard to hear her talk to you. "We should get more drinks!" Tara yells into your ear, voice a little slurred. You motion back an "Okay" before splitting up from her in the dense crowd. You and Tara had been seeing each other for about two months now after you partnered up on a English project for class. You fell head over heels for the girl almost immediately as she made you laugh constantly and would always check you out when she thought you weren't looking. The same could be said for Tara. She had always noticed you in class, the professor's voice droning on and on and on in the background as she stared. She had wanted to go up and talk to you so many times but was always stopped by the fear of what had happened to her and the irrational fear that it could happen again. Not that she would tell her friends or her sister, who was already too over protective of her. She was also scared that she would scare you away. I mean her 3 day hell was posted all over the news for weeks and caused people she had known in school to unfriend her and the rest of her group. But luckily for her, you never really watched the news or kept up to date on most trends. Many people assumed because you threw multiple giant parties every year since high school, that you would be in the know of things but you rarely even scrolled through social media.

It was nice for Tara to meet someone who knew her as just Tara Carpenter, not Tara Carpenter a serial killer survivor with a older sister who was the daughter of a serial killer. Now that you were together though, she still hadn't told you about her past or even meet her friends or sister. She was scared that they would scare you away, especially Sam, or tell you about everything when she needs to be the one to do it.

You and Tara regroup in your kitchen, the music less loud than before and there was no more need to yell. "It looks like your out of almost everything." Tara says as she pokes at a few bottles sitting in ice. You give the girl a mischievous look as you get an idea, "Why don't we raid my dad's stash upstairs and get lost for a few hours?" Tara sends you a very alluring look and allows you to grab her hand and pull her towards the stairs, both of you a little to inebriated to see Anika and Mindy sitting on the couch you pass. Anika tries to stop you and Tara but you both brush her off and keep moving forwards. You whisper a few things in Tara's ear that cause her to laugh as you began to walk up the stairs only to get pulled down and thrown the ground a few seconds later. "Yo, what the fuck!" You say as get your breath back and stand up. The entire house was quiet as Chad stood protectively in front of Tara, who looked worried and scared. You didn't really like Chad because it was clear he had a crush on Tara. "She's not going upstairs with you." Chad sneers as he takes a step closer to you, a couple of your friends start to step forwards but you put out a hand to stop them. If you had been sober, you would have just let the moment pass because you knew Chad was Tara's friend and you cared about Tara, but you were drunk and Chad just disrespected you in your own house. "I suggest you leave before we have a big fucking problem." You tell Chad as you step up to him to a poke a finger into his chest with each word. You can see Tara behind Chad, Mindy, and Anika, all of them guarding her from you like your some kind of monster. The only reason you were going to take a step back was because you could see Tara pleading to you with her eyes and you really didn't want to fight her friends because Tara was going to introduce you to them at some point.

You don't get the chance to take a step back because before you know it, you've been shoved and tased. "Shit!" You yell out in pain as you fall back onto the floor for the second time that night. You can here Tara yell out your name and then her sisters as you see the older girl stand over you for a second before grabbing Tara's arm and dragging her out the house. You struggle to stand, feeling like your getting minor shocks every time you move. "Parties over." You say and when no one moves, you yell. "I said the party is over! Get the hell out of my house!" At that, everyone starts to move, and as one of your friends pass you, you can hear them whisper about Sam. "What a crazy bitch." "Yeah just like her da-" He stops when he sees you glaring at. "Shut up." Is all you say before slowly walking away to start picking up trash. Your friends, and Tara's, look at you confused for a second before they all finally leave as well.

---

"I can't believe you!" Tara yells as she slams the door to her room. She throws herself onto her bed as she sobs. She knew Sam had been over protective since what happened in Woodsboro, but this was way to far. Tasing someone? Tasing you? That crossed a line. "God, they're never going to talk to me again!" Tara yells into her pillow before pulling out her phone to text you, hoping you wouldn't break up with her over this. Please call me. I'm so sorry. And other variations are what she blows up your phone with and when you don't respond in 15 seconds she's calling your phone. "Shit!" Tara yells as she throws her phone onto her bed after the 5th time she gets your voicemail. It felt like everything was starting to crumble. A knock at her door stops her from her tirade. She opens it to see Sam, who looks pale, like she'd seen a ghost." She gives her a puzzled look and allows herself to be led to the living room. The news is on, covering a murder where a mask similar to the one she had seen in her dreams had been found. The apartment is deathly silent as every processes what they are seeing, even the newer people to the group who hadn't lived through what they had but could see the way it still affected their friends.

"We need to leave town. Now." Sam says, leaving no room to argue, as she speed walks to her room. "What? No! We don't know if it is really happening again!" Tara argues, she can't just leave now, not when life was finally settling. "It could be a coincidence that they found that mask! Everyone's dressed up!" Tara argues, the word coincidence cause her to flinch even though she's the one who said it, when is it ever a coincidence. "We're going. I am not risking this being some sort of "coincidence" because I can't risk being wrong and something happening to you." Tara goes to argue again when her phone rings. She lets out a sigh of relief, seeing your contact name and picture pop up but everyone else in the room tenses. Tara picks up the phone with no hesitance, "Hey, I've been calling you. Are you okay? I'm sorry about-" A dark chuckle makes it's way through the phone and Tara has to grab onto the couch as her knees buckle. "Tara, Tara, Tara. Let's play a game shall we? A little preview to the main event." The voice on the other side says and Tara grabs her inhaler while slipping her jacket back on. Her friends around her looking concerned. "You better leave them the fuck alone." Tara grits out as she slides a shoe on. "C'mon where's the spirit? I'll try again. Want to play a game." "No." Is all Tara says and her friends understand what's happening as they stand, ready for anything. "That's too bad, your friend over here is a pretty heavy sleeper. Makes it all a little too easy." At that, Tara is out the door and sprinting down the stairs, her friends fast on her heels. Quinn pulling out her phone to "call" her dad.

"Don't touch them... Please." Tara gasps out, running and talking not helping her much. "No, don't beg. You should have played the-" "Who the hell are you?" Tara can hear you ask in the background and the call immediately disconnects. Tara picks up her speed as she turns the corner, your house finally coming into view. As Tara turns and steps onto your front lawn, she can already see the door left open and can hear that inside is deadly silent. She creeps through the front door slowly, shrugging off her friends hands as they try to stop her, she couldn't lose you. She wouldn't lose you. Her friends were confused as to why the killer would target you and why Tara cared so much. A bang was heard from above as the group entered your living room to find the couches undone and multiple pillows with slashes through them, the glass table flipped and completely shattered. Tara's heart stops as she notice a good amount of blood on the glass.

A bang was heard again and the whole group flinched as they turned towards the stair to go up. Not even an hour ago had they been pulling you down to the ground and away from Tara in the exact same place. "You guys clear the other rooms, stay with a partner. Sam come with me." Tells the group as she slowly walks to your parents room, missing every creaky step in the hall like she had done hundreds of times before. Another bang was heard, this time Tara could tell it was from the closet, causing her to flinch. God, she really hope that it was you. The bang was heard one more time and Tara put her hand on handle, looking back to give Sam a "get ready" look. Tara yanked the door open and you went falling forwards. "Y/n!" Tara said thankfully as she help you stand up and assessing your injuries. You had blood covering your back from what Tara assumes is the living room table and a slice on the arm but other than that you seemed pretty unharmed. Tara finally looks away from your body and to your face and feels like she's going to be sick. You had obvious tears and tear tracks rolling down your face, mouth covered by silver duct tape as were your hands and all Tara could see was herself when she had been in this position. She felt like she was reliving how hopeless and terrified she had been. She reaches up to take the tape off your mouth when she sees your eyes go wide. Before she can even think, you're barreling through the sisters and tackling Ghostface, who was about to stab Sam in the back.

You let out a pained grunt as you landed on the floor, hands still tied so you couldn't catch yourself. Your eyes widen as you feel a knife go through your arm, right above your elbow, and into your side. The sounds of sirens had finally reached the house and Ghostface disappeared, leaving the knife in your arm and side making you feel like a shish kebab. Tara enters your view again and you can see blood rolling down her face from a cut on her forehead. You go to reach out and wipe the tears off her face but flinch as you move. "No! Don't move okay, you need to stay on your side so we don't move the knife around." She says as she carefully rips the duck tape off your mouth. You let out a strangled and broken "Tara" and it causes the girl to cry harder. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." She tells you as you feel hands on you turning you over, the movement causing you to yell out. The paramedics getting ready to take care of you, already pushing morphine to help ease your pain. The drugs cause you to tire out, adrenaline draining from your body as you look over to see Tara crying into the arms of her sister, who just looks so confused and scared, before finally passing out.

---

"How long?" Sam asked as she sat in a chair next to your hospital bed, Tara on the opposite side. It had been a week since the new ghost face trio had been taken care of and the hospital was starting to feel too much like a second home again. Mindy was out of the hospital and finally able to fully grieve Anika. Gale was being discharged later that afternoon and you were supposed to be good to go after 24 hours of observation once you woke up. The stab wound to your arm had cut an artery and nicked your lung, adding that injury to the deep wounds from the table and cut on your other arm, you lost so much blood that you passed out and slipped into a coma.

"Two months." Sam nods her head and then cringes. "Sorry about the whole... taser thing." Tara lets out a laugh, the whole situation seeming so much smaller now considering what had happened. "I'm not really the one you should apologize to." Tara says motioning to you and Sam nods her head. It's silent for a moment before Same speaks up again. "Why... Why didn't you tell us? Or me?" Tara looks away, ashamed and kind of embarrassed. "You know I'll always love you for you right?" Tara nods her head, "Of course I know that. It's just... You were so overbearing and I was around you and everyone else 24/7 and it felt so nice to have something that was finally mine. Something that didn't remind me of Woodsboro... Someone that didn't already have some preconceived notion about us." Sam looks at Tara confused, "They don't know about Woodsboro?" Tara laughs, "Yeah, besides keeping up with artists, music, some sports, and sometimes videogames, they don't really watch the news or anything like that." Tara's smile slowly disappears, "But I guess that's over now. I mean how do I even explain that they almost died just for loving me?"

"I think that's a pretty good way to say it." You mumble out as you give Tara's hand a weak squeeze. "Y/n!" She says with glee as she pulls you into a gentle but loving kiss. "Your awake! Same go get a nurse or something! You have no idea how sorry I am Y/n, I understand if you want to break up with me." Tara says all in one breath, Sam leaves the room to get a nurse but makes sure to take a scenic route, so the two of you have time to talks. "I kinda have a confession to make too." You tell Tara as you held her hand. "I lied, I knew about Woodsboro. I mean it's hard not to after they reran the story months on end... And of course, Gale's book." Tara feels her heart stop. "What..." "Please don't get mad. I never meant to lie. It's just you seemed so at ease when I made it seem like I didn't know. My love for you isn't fake or anything, I love the real Tara. Not the one they tried to portray to the world. And us being partnered up in english was truly by chance."

Tara's quiet and you are so scared you ruined everything. "Well.. I am hurt that you lied to me, but to be fair I did think I was keeping a life ruining secret from you. So I guess we can call it even?" A wide smile grows on your face. "Perfect... Now what did I miss?" You ask as you eye her sling. Tara's face falls. "A lot."

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A lot of ppl reading this 😳 if u have any other scream ideas lmk.

[enquiringangel]

The Lost Boys and the Major Arcana

Since a couple of people have asked, here are my thoughts re: The Lost Boys characters/scenery as the cards of the tarot’s major arcana. I am trying to interpret based on the movie rather than diving into pure headcanon land, so some characters who are less developed in the movie don’t get so much attention as the main players. Sorry!

My knowledge of tarot is a hodge-podge and I don’t claim my understanding of card meanings to be absolute. Far from it. The deck I refer to when discussing imagery of the cards is the Coleman-Smith tarot (more commonly known as the Rider-Waite-Smith, but fuck that, Pamela Coleman-Smith carried that project)

Here goes:

0 - The Fool - Michael. The Fool of the tarot is at the beginning of a journey. As with all journeys, there are both opportunities and perils. The common depiction is of a young man carrying a bindle and walking towards the edge of a cliff, looking upwards instead of at the path in front of him. One meaning of this card is a warning to look before you leap, something which Michael could have done with hearing.

As far as imagery goes, this would work with both Hudson’s Bluff or the train tracks, Michael depicted as about to step off the firm ground of past experience and to plunge into what’s unknown.

1 - The Magician - David - If our Fool is our neophyte, The Magician is our adept. The Magician is depicted as a robed man surrounded by the symbols of the 4 suits of the minor arcana. An infinity symbol above his head, he points up with one hand and down with the other, reflecting the occult maxim: ‘as above, so below.’ This is a card about (among other things) competency and mastery.

As leader of the boys and Michael’s initiator into vampirism, David fits this role.

2 - The High Priestess - Star - The High Priestess is the gateway into the mysteries, and she knows more than she will reveal. The answers are there, but she won’t just give them to you. (Sound familiar?)

3 - The Empress - Lucy - A card about nurturing, generative and creative forces, this is only fitting as it’s Lucy’s role as a good mother figure that ultimately spurs the entire plot of the movie.

4 - The Emperor - Max. The Emperor is about authority. Not necessarily a person, but having authority in a certain domain. And authority - in the paternal, patriarchal sense - can be oppressive.

5 - The Hierophant - Max - This card is about traditional values and conformity. While being a vampire is transgressive, Max manages to be a boring middle-class white man who literally has a suburban house with a white fence.

6 - The Lovers - Star, Michael, David-. As far as readings go this doesn’t always refer to a sexual relationship. It is about relationships in general, kindred spirits, and about choices. Joel Schumacher considered these three the main characters, and it is ultimately the links between them that drove Michael to go down into the cave in the first place.

7 - The Chariot - Grandpa’s Ford - It’s about movement, both in the literal sense but also about taking action. The car has a rather key role at a critical juncture. The motorcycles could also work.

8 - Strength - Sam - We’re talking strength of the inner kind. There are a few contenders for this one, but I gave it to Sam because it’s only because of his refusal to give up on Michael that the human characters and half-vampires were able to be saved. Thorn can be the lion.

9 - The Hermit - Grandpa - The Hermit is a wise figure who knows more than you do. As the name implies this figure is often alone or keeping a distance from people or events, sometimes for the better. Sometimes not.

10 - Wheel of Fortune - The Carousel - Round and round we go, and sometimes we win the games that come with the ride, sometimes we lose.

11 - Justice - The Frog Brothers - The thing about justice is that it is very subjective. But if you think of some other ways this can be interpreted, such as getting consequences, and finding the truth, then maybe you can see why I chose Edgar and Alan here.

12 - The Hanged Man - Marko/Paul/Dwayne. This card is about staying the same, stagnation, being held in a transitional state. So like, being a vampire who can never grow up. I’m sure you see where I’m going with this. Plus, their little upside-down selves would go perfectly on this card.

13 - Death - Welcome to Santa Carla (Murder Capital of the World) - This card is rarely about actual death/dying. It’s transformation - the end of one thing and the beginning of another. Santa Carla is a nexus of change and beginnings/endings for all the characters as a result of the events of the movie.

14 - Temperance - Star - It’s about balance; too much of anything being bad for you, etc. Star manages to avoid killing and has done for some time, while Michael was a vampire for like half a day and nearly ate his own brother. Lol.

15 - The Devil - The Wine Bottle - It’s a card about worldly desires, sexuality, addiction, hedonism… All things inherent to vampirism.

(I was originally going to do David here, and he would’ve worked. The traditional image is of a Baphomet-style figure surrounded by a man and woman in chains…but the chains look like they would come off easily, if only they stoppes to remove them. Picture David in his wheelchair, smirking, with Star and Michael to either side.)

16 - The Tower - Edgar (climbing the ladder to the sleeping vampires) - major upheaval. Catastrophe. Shit is about to hit the fan.

17 - The Star - Star - Her name is actually not the reason she was chosen haha. This card is about hope, overcoming adversity and finding contentment. Star never gave up on becoming human again, and she was certainly content at the end of the movie.

18 - The Moon - Marko/Paul/Dwayne/David - Illusion. Deception. But on a more positive note, deals with intuition.

19 - The Sun - Laddie - This is a card with feel good vibes. Happy families, achievements, abundance… But on the flip side can indicate naivety and blind positivity. This card typically depicts a young child, so yeah.

20 - Judgement - Michael - Judgement differs from Justice in that it’s more like taking stock of your own circumstances. Michael is ultimately the one who has to make the choice about which half of his half-vampire nature to embrace.

Also consider he shares his name with the archangel…

21 - The World - ??? - The end of a cycle. But where there are ends there are always beginnings. Opportunity knocks, and another Fool gets ready to set off an a journey…

I couldn’t think of a character or scene that worked to express this, except maybe Max’s fiery death/the aftermath of, so I left it blank.

Edit: it’s Sexy Saxophone Man. He’s The World.

[mob-choir]

i’m having so many emotions about teru

that was such a fast-paced, high-stakes situation, and he was thrown so many curveballs he barely had any time to cope with, and he still managed to adjust at impressive speed and never lost his faith in mob.

specifically: that moment right before ???% grabs him by the throat, when he’s kneeling on the ground trying to catch his breath. in that split moment, that’s when the realisation dawns, that this version of mob has no qualms in hurting him even with his bare hands. mob being non-violent to the point of letting himself get choked to unconsciousness was literally how they met, it’s one of the foundations at his core, and teru was well aware of it. having that knowledge suddenly be proven wrong, and all that means for his own safety, must have been a lot to take in. i can’t quite tell if it’s fear that we see on his face for a second, but if it is, that really adds to the element of horror - that sudden realisation that you’re in so much more danger than you thought and your initial plan is not going to be enough.

and then of course: when ???% lets loose his power despite so many people still being around and unable to evacuate. the horror on teru’s face, man. i don’t think it’d really clicked for him what mob being in this state actually meant until then. sure, him attacking teru was unlike him, but teru’s still an esper. he’s in great danger but he can somewhat defend himself. but civilians are different, and you can really tell teru did NOT think mob would put them in danger like that. he’s completely shell-shocked. i think that was another huge moment where he had to very quickly reassess the situation and what to do about it, all while coping with the emotional side of it all, since this is one of his closest friends and someone he really admires. he has to very quickly reckon with the fact that despite the pedestal he put him on, mob is just as human as he is and is capable of making mistakes just like everybody else, mistakes that don't detract from his worth.

which brings me to the point of it all. that DESPITE ALL THAT, teru was still able to 1) understand that mob desperately wants someone to stop him and would never want to harm anyone like this (bc he remembered that mob cried after realising what he’d done to his school....... where he’d only really harmed one person, who had done much worse to him..... if he cried after that, how will he feel when he finds out what he’s causing now?), 2) save all the people caught up in the devastation and get them all out of harm’s way, while being in a lot of pain (his EYES were BLEEDING), and 3) never once lose faith in mob. he saw him go on a (unintentional and unwilling, but teru doesn’t know that) rampage, doing things he would never in a million years think mob would ever do, and still took all of that in in record time considering the situation, and came out on the other side still whole-heartedly believing in shigeo and his goodness, and almost dying trying to stop him. because he knew that being the reason hundreds of innocent people got injured (or worse) would completely and utterly break mob.

and while, knowing teru, he might think he failed since he couldn’t achieve his goal (stopping mob’s rampage), what he succeeded in doing was ultimately just as important. he saved all the people he could, and gave his best for the one person he couldn’t.

[elsfairy]

꒰⠀FORGIVENESS⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀SEVIKA. ♟️ ꒱⠀

Pain.

Loss.

Suffering.

She’s dealt with it all before. It’s a daily occurrence for her, she knows no better. That earth-shattering realization that she has to prepare herself for it to happen the minute she wakes up, kills her. All she’s ever known is hurt, distraught, and suffering. Some would think it’s how she keeps herself going, but for the most part, losing people is what’s drowning her. Going about her day-to-day life, knowing not even 12 hours prior she lost people close to her.

What could she change for the outcome to be different? She’s tried it all with whatever points you have, or advice you give her. It’s inevitable. Every small thing she tries to change, the outcome is ten times worse and pulls her deeper underwater. She’s drowning the longer she tries to change everything about her life. Was it her fault? She blamed herself for years, but was she truly at fault for not being able to save everyone? Protect and keep safe, that’s what she’d say every waking minute. But what if those 3 words weren’t going to be enough?

It would never be enough. 

It wasn’t enough.

You came into her life so randomly but so cheerfully. At the time, she didn’t know that you being so happy and ecstatic with life was something she needed. Sevika didn’t know that you would be the reason she was able to breathe and live without constant worry. Nor did she understand why you looked at life with such a happy perspective, but that’s what she loved about you. You were willing to do and say anything to help people find their way. Someone was feeling a little low? You were there, offering your advice, love, and affection. There was an angry customer at the bar? You would be there, calming them down, once again offering to talk out the problems. She didn’t know, she would never know why you were so joyful and overall positive all the time but she loved that about you. She loved you.

She wished it was different.

She wishes you didn’t look at her and smile.

She wishes you refused to accept her love for you.

She wished you had looked the other way and not engage with her.

Because she knew it would kill her in the end.

Your laugh was her favorite. There wasn’t a day that went by and she didn’t think of it. The sound kept her above water. She didn’t feel that constant pulling, and feeling of death surrounding her when you were by her side, holding her hand and whispering small things into her ear that made you happy, and that alone, kept her high on her toes. Just knowing you were happy, around her and with her, made her feel grounded and safe.

“Did you know there is 200 billion trillion stars in the universe yet you are my favorite one of all?”

It breaks her heart to remember the times when you were happy. Skipping around the Last Drop, humming a tune she’s never heard before but calmed her heart because it was you and she loved everything you did. It makes her feel claustrophobic the longer she sits in her chair, eyes emotionlessly zoned out on the stool you were always perched on if you were with your friends. Or when you’d drunkenly stumble your way over to her just to state a random fact or compliment her.

You were the light in a dark, foggy life she needed.

You were the reason she didn’t feel so closed off.

You were the reason she was able to love so hard.

But it shouldn’t have been you. It should have been her. You weren’t supposed to be gone. It was supposed to be her.

She couldn’t protect and save the only person who made her happy. The only person who loved her with every fiber of their being. She couldn’t save you. She promised you every day she would keep you safe, healthy, and happy. But how was she supposed to? How was she supposed to live with the fact you weren’t ever going to be safe around her because of her work? Her life?

Every waking day she wishes she could stop seeing your face. Wished she could just sleep without having to have the same nightmare of you, crying out for her, calling for her as you lay there, still, bloody, and bruised. Trying your hardest to reach out for her Why’d you have to fall for her? Why did you have to fall in love with her? Why did she accept your love so fast? Why was she willing to go to the ends of the world for you knowing she would lose you one day?

The vivid, fresh memories of feeling your tight grip on her hand loosen the longer she holds onto you, stayed buried in her brain. The sound of your quivering, shuddering breath against her neck made a home in her ears. Your quiet whispers of “I love you” and “It’s okay” never letting her sleep.

She was supposed to protect you. And she couldn’t.

She knew losing you would kill her in the end.

She could forgive herself somewhat for not being able to protect others, but she could never forgive herself for losing you. You were the air she breathed, the light she held close to her and she lost you.

“I love you. I love how you loved me and i can’t tell you how sorry i am that i couldn’t save you. You weren’t supposed to die, it was supposed to be me. Why did you try protecting me? You weren’t supposed to”

Maybe one day she’ll be able to.

But for now, forgiving herself isn’t an option.

Losing you, killed her.

[sumaneun-stars]

'Four Seven Two Eight'

Chapter 01 — 'What was I expecting'

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Pairing. Jay x reader

Genre. Fluff, a LOT (and I meant a LOTT) of angst

Warnings. None! (Smut in other chapters though)

Sypnosis. You didn't know why your heart shattered, when your one sided love, Park Jongseong, left you in the dark- because he was never yours to begin with.

‘When you left I lost myself’

“Jay!” You ran over towards him, making him turn in your direction. “You're coming over, right?”

“Of course!” He replied, reflecting the same joy on your face. He groaned afterward, his expression changing. “But there's gonna be so many more people”

“That's why I need you! Once the socializing is done, we can sneak out to the rooftop” you said sneakily.

“And that's why we're friends,” he said with a proud smile.

Out of all the kids of your parents’ friends, Jay caught your eye first. He had been your friend ever since. Noticing that you never spoke to any other kids your age other than him, as well as for Jay, you two were put to the same schools by your parents.

Towards the start of high school, Jay couldn't deny that his heart longed for a relationship more than friends with you. You did too, except it was best to not ruin the friendship you had with him, which was worth more than gold for the both of you.

“Y/n!” You heard your mom call you from downstairs. 

“Yeah?” You screamed back.

“Jay's here!” With that, you ran down the stairs in excitement.

“Good, you're here. I need help with cleaning!” You said with a serious expression, making him roll his eyes playfully.

“Why'd I come early?” he mumbled as he was being pulled by you up the stairs, but it didn't miss your ear.

“You're free to go back,” you said with a frown.

“Okay okay”

“Here, help me move this sofa towards the wall, and then you have to raise the table so I can adjust the carpet,” you said.

You finished off quickly with his help, but, as the perfectionist you were, you couldn't help but point out some mistakes.

“Wait!” You stopped him as he opened the door to your room. He sighed, knowing what was about to happen.

“The table isn't aligned properly”

“Does it really matter?” he groaned

“Of course!”

“But then the carpet will get messy too”

“We can fix that as well”

“But we did it with the greatest diffic-”

“Hurry up, they'll be here any minute!” you cut him off, giggling at his annoyed expression.

You both sighed in unison, sinking into your bed. The room was silent for a while, before the sound of engines interrupted your peace. You both sat up, eyes widening. You didn't need to use words to know that the guests had come already. He ran towards the blinds of your room which overlooked the garden. He turned and nodded with a serious expression on his face.

“They're here” he said, almost panicking.

“Jongseongie, we can do this” you said, hand up as a fist to cheer you both. He reflected the action, before walking towards the door.

“Ah, y/n! Do you remember Aunt Kang?” You nodded, a smile on your face.

“How are you, darling?” She said as she pulled you into a hug.

“I'm okay,” you said softly.

“And Jay” she added, smiling at him before pulling him into a hug as well.

“Magnets since birth, these two” she joked with your mother. 

Two more conversations like that and your social battery already died down, and you could see that Jay's was also on battery saver mode. You both shared eye contact, before sneakily walking up the stairs to escape. 

“Wait!” You whispered, stopping him on the part of the staircase where a wall separated you two and the people. “Those brownies, we deserve some”

He nodded in response. “You go on, I'll be right back” he whispered back.

You admired the view of your small but homely neighborhood, before you heard Jay run up the stairs. He had a bright smile across his face, holding a saucer with 3 brownies on it.

“Oooh, thank you”

He gave you a smug smile before sitting on the freshly swept ground, next to you. He leaned his left shoulder on the railing, following where your eyes went. He scoffed.

“Zoning out again” he mumbled.

“It's peaceful at night,” you replied, smiling softly.

You two rarely ever had moments like this. Peaceful, meaningful talks. They were comforting, to both of you. It's mostly just comfortable silence, but you loved it.

Jay watched as you stared at the little cars running around, and the cats and dogs roaming the streets. Your eyes reflected the city lights, which made them sparkle like stars. He spotted a piece of hair which bothered you- or which made your face unclear to him- and gently tucked it behind your ear making you slightly flinch.

You turned towards him to his action, and noticed his softened eyes, and the unintentional smile on his face. It felt like hours, staring into those hypnotizing eyes. Your heartbeats were rapid in your chest, falling into his spell. You both flinched at the sudden start of a motorbike on the road, clearing your throat as you took the saucer in your hands.

“I- I think we have to go back” you stuttered.

Once you left with quick footsteps, Jay couldn't help but sigh. ‘Stupid, stupid you’ he told himself. He was so close, he should've just kissed you. No- that's wrong. He didn't have the heart to ruin the 11 years of friendship between you two. It was better watching you from a step away than feet. He knew you, you'd keep distance from anyone you felt uncomfortable with. He couldn't do this to you- nor himself.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

After that day, you couldn't ignore the thump in your heart whenever you saw your “best friend”. He somehow became 10x more attractive to you. And well, it would be a crime to lie to yourself that you didn't love him. Weeks and weeks passed, and it was clear to you that there was something more than friendship lingering in your conversations. 

You'd occasionally catch him staring, or notice his cheeks flushing red at times. You noticed the somewhat gentle look in his eyes and the more than usual physical touch, but you couldn't ignore the hints of sadness in his tones.

You entered your classroom with hopes of seeing him, but noticed his absence. It worried you, considering his perfect attendance ever since he joined highschool. Weird.

“Hey Jihoon, where's Jay?” You asked the boy. His expression changed immediately, into a shocked but pitiful face. 

“Didn't you hear? There's a rumor he's leaving school”

“W-what?”

“Yeah”

Later that day, you visited his house, notes in hand.

“Hi Mrs. Park” you greeted his mother with a smile and a hug. “Jay was absent today, so I brought my notes for him”

Her mouth opened and closed, calculating which words to speak out. You noticed her hesitation as she invited you to come inside. 

“Where is he?” You asked her, taking a seat on a sofa. 

“Y/n,” she sighed, placing her hand on yours. Your fingernails nervously picked on your skin, hoping the rumor stayed a rumor. “We've decided to send Jay to live with his aunt in Canada. He'll be doing his higher studies there as well”

“Huh?” You said, hopelessly.

“I don't know why he hasn't told you yet” she said, caressing your hair in a comforting manner.

“I- It's fine, I'll get going then” you said blankly, taking the notes in your hands and mindlessly walking towards the door.

“He'll be leaving on the 9th” she added, halting you mid way. “Take care, dear”

‘You too, Mrs. Park’ you tried but simply couldn't voice it.

You entered your house without a word, running straight to your room and sinking yourself into your bed, trying to mute the conclusions in your head. You couldn't help but burst into tears.

You thought he loved you. ‘Stupid, stupid you’ you told yourself. You got your hopes high for nothing, in the end, only you were left in the dark. Let alone love, was it even a genuine friendship? Overthinking clouded your brain, tears flowing like rivers down your cheeks.

You spent your days in despair, probably only 5 words coming out of your mouth a day. Your eyes were bloodshot and lips pale, and your heart shattered. Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

You opened it, only to see the reason for your depression. He greeted you with a soft smile… probably the last, but his eyes flooded in guilt as he examined your worn out eyes and tired expression. You closed the door, blocking him just like he did, leaning on the door as he tried to open it.

“Y/n, let me explain, please” you heard from the other side, tears flowing down your cheeks once again. Your heart ached once the banging stopped and his footsteps faded. He gave up so soon. You sat yourself on the ground, bringing your knees up to your chest. ‘What was I expecting’.

Jay's balled up fists ached from banging at the door he knew you'd never open, but the thing in his chest ached more than he could've imagined was possible. Sighing in defeat, he leaned his forehead to the door he once treated his own. 

‘Y/n, I'm sorry’ he wished he whispered a little louder.

His lips quivered, resisting the tears as he heard your muffled sobs. He made you cry. Those tears; he was the cause. It was always Jay who dried your tears- how the tables have turned.

Jay stayed there, wondering how many years it would take for you to let him in. Every muscle in his body protested leaving you behind as he walked away from his heart's home. 

He sighed, crossing the 9th of his calendar, before stashing it into his luggage and carrying it down the stairs.

“Are you ready, honey?” He heard from across the room, and nodded in response.

“Isn't y/n gonna see you off, son?” his father spoke from the driver's seat.

“Uh- no dad. She's… busy” 

Jay's crouched figure sparked to life at the familiar, already vandalized, ‘stop’ sign in which you two took part in as well. He dared to hope see you look out of the balcony like you always did- with that bright expression on your face. But instead, your street passed like any other. He sighed. ‘What was I expecting’.

After days spent in the dark, you drew your curtains open, finally letting in the light. 

The 9th of February. He was leaving.

Gripping the railing, you faltered once you caught a glimpse of familiar numbers on a familiar car.

‘Four. Seven. Two. Eight’  

Your eyes widened. You scraped the black metal off the railing as you clenched your fists in frustration. 

‘I missed him. Again’

A/n: taglist is open! Hope you guys enjoy our new series<3

[cahrlotah]

𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

this work contains +18 content so if you are a minor get out of here and don’t read it 

disclaimer, i haven’t written anything since October so this is kinda bad ngl, also English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are some grammar mistakes <3

my request inbox is open again for anyone who wants to send in a request. 

If you guys want part two of this one-shit pls let me know <3

paring: eddie munson x carver!reader

word count: 2.8k

trigger warnings: use of female anatomy, use of she/her pronouns, she is Jason Carver’s twin sister, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it ), virgin reader, marking(?), degradation, praising, oral female recieving, fingering ( if u blink), choking, hair pulling, manhandling,  cum, mirror fucking (?), 

NOT PROOFREAD BECAUSE I’M A LAZY BITCH

Eddie Munson and (Y/N) Carver had hated each other for the longest time. No one in their close circle knows how it all started, the only thing they truly know is that if you mix Eddie and (Y/N) bad things are going to happen. That’s until Halloween ’86. 

7:45pm, (Y/N) Carver is in her room getting ready for the Halloween party thatis taking place at her house, hosted by her brother Jason. She is dressed as Red Riding Hood but since it’s Halloween she has cut the skirt of the dress into a mini skirt, revealing her legs and cleave to the world of Hawkins High. Chrissy Cunningham is helping her with her make up, finishing her look with a bright red lipstick. 

8:30 pm, all the guests are at the Carver’s home, the ground floor and the back garden are flooded with teenagers and the smell of alcohol and tobacco fill (Y/N)’s nose trills as she makes her way to Chrissy. Her little red skirt moving as she walks, she won’t say it out loud but she knows everyone is looking at her, and she likes it. 

As she makes conversation with Chrissy, her eyes scan the garden. Her gaze lands on the infamous Eddie Munson. Something inside of her burns, as she looks at him, she looks at his veiny forearms and how his hands are decorated with rings and she can’t help but to think how hot he looks laughing at something one of his friends has said. Those feelings rapidly turn into anger and she storms towards him.

“Hey Munson!” She yells, making the whole Hellfire silent in a second. 

“What’s up sweetheart” he says with that smile of his. “ Looking for the big scary wolf?” he says mockingly.

“ Fuck off, will ya?” she rolls her eyes “Aren’t you supposed to be a responsible adult or something?” She turns to look at the two youngest and newest members of Hellfire. “ No kids allowed at this party, I’m afraid. So get lost” her cold tone and gaze makes the two youngsters look around in fear.

“Come on princess” says Eddie positioning himself between his friends and the girl. “ Don’t be an ass and let us have fun, alright.” He turns around and just guides his friends to another area where is more crowed. At the same moment someone grabs her arm, forcing her to not follow the hellfire group. 

“Here you are!” Emma yells “let’s go, your brother has challenged us to beer pong match”. 

“Shit” she whispers. (Y/N) goes with her friend as a pair of eyes follow her every move.

9:45pm,the night goes along with no sight of Eddie and (Y/N) is happy but curious on where he must have gone. at this point everyone is drunk, or at least has had some drinks. She lazily goes inside in search of  some water to sober up a little bit. The inside of the house is filled with drunk teenagers, and The journey to the kitchen is complicated. 

“Having complications sweetheart?” A voice behind her says, she immediately knows who it is but she decides to ignore, pushing people around to get through but she can’t “ it’s not going to work, too many people” she knows he is smirking and anger starts building inside of her. 

“Fuck off will ya Munson? Not in the mood for your bullshit” she says harshly. She is irritated because Jason friends said some fucked up shit about her, and he did nothing to defend her so having no chance to get some water plus Eddie Munson bothering her it is just no help for her bad mood. All her attempts to go through the mass of people are a completely fail. 

“Just stop trying and wait a bit” Eddie says, being this the last straw.

“Leave me the fuck alone Munson” she yells at him, storming towards him “ seriously I don’t really need your bitchy comments right now, why don’t you grab your shit and get the fuck off my fucking house!” Their faces are so close, that their shaky breathes collie and Eddie’s back hits the wall making it impossible to get away from the girl. This leads to his cheeky smile reappearing only infuriating her more. 

“Don’t be such a bitch seriously “ he spats back closing the gap between the two of them. “ I don’t even know why the fuck you hate me so much. We don’t even share clases. You are the one always coming to me.” His face moves closer to hers, his lips travelling to her here and in a low whisper he says “Is it because you like me? Or because you want me to fuck you?” The hot air of his breath hits her in the right spot making her goosebump, her mouth is dry making it hard to swallow. “ Oh shit, so you want me to fuck you huh?” Eddie’s voice is lower and feels somewhat darker but she knows it’s all a game and she is loosing. His mouth is almost touching her neck, his hands land on her hips pulling her closer to him. 

She would never admit it to anyone but she had something for Eddie, she did not know if it was the fact that him and her brother were what you can call “enemies”, the fact that even though no one in her circle found it attractive the ring decorated hands made her feel something or the fact that the constant bickering between the two of them had created some tension that had to be realised. But now she found herself melting into Eddie Munson’s touch, she could feel a wet felling in between her legs, she wanted Eddie Munson to ruin her, to fuck her into oblivion. The best part of it? One of the things that exited her the most? The fact that they could go to her room, a do it at the spot while his brother, downstair would have no fucking idea that his sweet little sister is being ruined by the town’s freak. This idea was not only exiting to (Y/N) but to Eddie too, the fact that he had Jason’s Carver’s sister, sweet old (Y/N), melting at his touch made him hard on the spot. 

“Munson stop it” her voice trembles “ don’t start something you cannot finish” 

“Who says I’m not going to finish it?” Eddie’s lips are non her ear again, but now he takes it a notch higher and at the moment his lips brush her earlobe a quiet moan, that only him and her can listen, escapes her mouth making Eddie’s grip tighter. His mouth travels all the way to her neck leaving small kisses all over it. 

“Mun… munson” she whimpers “ not here, somebody could see us” he stops and looks at her, looking at the Carver girl for a solution “ go upstairs to my room and wait there. I’ll be there in 5 minutes. Make sure no one sees you” she   says to the curly-haired boy. 

“Sure thing” the pair look around and luckily, everyone around them are too focused on themselves either drinking, dancing around or making out to even notice the couple. Eddie slowly climbs the stairs unnoticed and heads to (Y/N) room while she goes outside to talk to Chrissy and make some lame excuse so people don’t go and look for her. Fortunately, her brother and his friends are joined by the cheer squad.

“Hi there!” Jason exclaims, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. 

“Hey…” she says fake-pouting and in a low voice, instantly worrying her twin brother. 

“What’s wrong? Has anyone touched you or something? Because if some.-“ he starts to get heated up but she cut him off

“I kinda have a headache so I’m going to lay down for a bit in my room oaky?? I just wanted to let you know so you don’t get worried if you don’t find me around” she puts on the sweetest show so her brother can buy her lie, but even if (Y/N) was the worst liar in this word Jason would believe every single word she would tell him. 

“Oh shit have you taken something for it?” He asks and she nods “ Alright, if you need something come down again and tell me okay?” He has some worried look on his face as his twin sister means the world to him. (Y/N) nods and heads upstairs where the metal head boy is waiting for her. (Y/N) makes her way to her room, trying to go unnoticed through the crowd climbing the stairs as quickly as she can. 

10:05 pm, the door of (Y/N)’s room is half open, a dim light coming from her bedside table lamp lights her room. When she enters Eddie jumps as he turns around, like a scared cat.

“Shit Carver you almost gave me a heart attack” Eddie exclaims putting his hand on his heart. She laughs at his reaction “ you should laugh more, you look pretty” she does not know if it the real Eddie talking or the alcohol he has consumed. 

“ Shut up Munson” she locks the door behind her.

“ What a show you put out there with your brother “ he walks towards her “ pouting like that, jeez, how would Jason react if he knew that you lied to him just to get fucked but the towns freak?” His hand is now behind her head, their faces are close. She does not want to show it and will never admit it but she needs him, she needs him to kiss her to touch her. And as if he can read minds he connects their mouths, at first the kiss is slow sweet, she backs up until she falls into her bed. The moment they touch the matters Eddie’s hands start discovering her body, moving from her lower back to her tits to her face caressing her. Eddie lifts her to take her dress off, leaving (Y/N) in her underwear. He kisses her stomach, slowly going upwards leaving lovebites on her chest. 

“God, so fucking pretty” his husky voice praises her. “Now show me how good of a girl you can be” he stands up, allowing her to follow him, “ on your knees” she does as he says without any complain. (Y/N) looks at him through her lashes, a sigh Eddie Munson never thought to be alive to see. Her big eyes are looking at him with a sense of innocence, like she has never done this before. “ Have you ever done this before?” He asks and she nods in negation making him feel weaker as the thought of ruining good old (Y/N) Carver makes him harder. “I need you to open that pretty mouth of yours alright?” He commands as she nods. His belt unbuckles and his black jeans fall down to his ankles, his hand moves to the side of her face moving strands of her hair. “Now I need you to open you mouth for me sweetheart” he commands and she obeys. She looks at him as she slowly opens her mouth. “Fuck” he whimpers as he pulls down his boxers. He does not have time to react because (Y/N) she puts his dick on her mouth making Eddie grip into her hair and moan loudly but the sound of music in the background mutes it. 

Her head starts moving and with it, it also does Eddie’s hand her head forcing the girl to go deeper, exploring how much she can take. “Such a fucking good girl for me huh?” he tounts her “ a little slut sucking on my cock, jeez, what would your brother think? His little sister sucking the towns freak cock?” as he finishes the sentence, she forces herself to go deeper into  eddie’s cock, she is breathing through her nose but tears fall from her eyes smudging her marcara and make up. With the help of Eddie’s hand the rhythm fastens and the room is filled with Eddie’s moans. 

“Fucking shit just like that princess,” he moans and she goes faster “ ho- holy shi-shit” he whimpers. “ Fuck” he stops her, becuase he knows he is about to cum. “ Lay on bed” he orders and again she obeys. As it is an instinct she opens her legs, allowing Eddie to slowly crawl towards her, he kisses the insides of her thighs until he reaches her cunt.

“This wet for me already, kinda weird for a girl that hates me” he says with a cheeky smile

“Oh shut up Munson” her smile decorating her make up smudged face.

Eddie buries his face in between her legs, grabbing her panties in between his teeth and pulling the down, allowing him to bury his tongue on her cunt. That takes (Y/N) by surprise making her moan loudly, grabbing Eddie’s hair hard making him to moan into her cunt. 

“Fuck Eddie” she exlaims while her hands move from the boy’s hair to the bedsheets. His tounge working around her clit. Moans and music form the distrance fill the room as the metalhead is buried in between (Y/N) legs. Her legs shake, her hips move upwards and her back arches as she uncontrollably moans the Eddie’s name. “Ed- eddie fuck!” she screams “ I- I need you” she says as Eddie lifts his head to look at her.

“What did you just say?” he asks as in his mind this still feels like a hallucination. “I need you to use you words” the cocky tone in his voice makes (Y/N) even weaker for him, wanting him to ruin every single aspect of her.

“I need you to fucking ruin me Munson” she desperatly whimpers.

“ Sorry love I could not heard that quite well” his smile decorates his face as he sees the frustrated look on her face. 

“You cunt” she whispers “ I said” she clears her throat “I need you to ruin me Munson, I need you to fuck me so hard I don’t rembember my name” her needy face it what Eddie needed. 

He grabs his dick and takes it to (Y/N) cunt, moving it up and down in her entrance teasing her to the point where she is crying and begging for him.

“Fucking shit Eddie stop teasing” she says as small tears of frustration fall down her cheeks.

“Whatever you say love” he slowly enters her. Air leaving her lungs as she feels him inside of her for the first time, eyes rolling to the back of (Y/N)’s head, back arching. Eddie grabs (Y/N) wrists and pins them above her head with one hand and his free hand he uses for support. He thrusts slowly.

“So fucking tight, holy fuck” he moans as he fastens his pace, their moans are syncronized, filling the room. He frees her hand allowing her to deepen her nails into the metalhead back, leaving red stripes on his skin. Her bed hits the wall as a result of Eddie’s thrusts, the creaking sound of the metal structure follows the rhythm of the movements happening above. Out of nowhere he stops, pulling out and turning her around forcing her to be on all four facing the mirror hanged in the door, his hand grabs her hair strongly pulling it forcing her to look at herself in the mirror.

“I want you to look at yourself while I ruin you” he whispers into her ear, entering her again spanking her at the same time. “Such a dirty little slut for me huh?” he exclaims thrusting harder into the girl “jesus Carver” he moans. The pace rapidly increases as he holds into her hips, sweat dripping down their foreheads, breaths being irregular at this point. 

“Fuck, I-I thi-think i’m going to cum,” she exclaims as she grabs into the bed sheets harder, that is the phrase Eddie needs to thrust into her faster and harder. Their moans are louder, she is moaning his name as he was some sort of god and he is groaning too focused in pleasuring her to even notice how he now has grabbed her hair again, her eyes all rolled back her head, her mouth open moaning uncontrollably. The two of them feel it coming a tight knot on her stomach loosen up, him noticing how the big tension between his legs is being released. 

“Fuck” the two of them let out as they collapse on the mattress. 

[jackhues]

the giant stop sign - william nylander

notes: i hope you guys like this, fifth fic for 'it's the most wonderful time of the year' celly :)) also this takes place in toronto, i mentioned a blue banana market and kensington market in the fic - kensington is an area with lots of shops and the blue banana market is a shop where you can get a lot of things

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part of naqia's end of the year celly!

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"please tell me you didn't rip a stop sign out of the ground for this," you muttered to yourself.

william looked at you, back at the stop sign, then back at you, before shrugging. "okay, i won't tell you."

"william!" your eyes widened.

he laughed, his eyes crinkling as he shook his head. "have you seen a stop sign this huge out on the streets?"

he had a point. the stop sign was huge - looking more like a construction sign. and it was much larger than the ones out on the streets.

"did you buy that?" you asked this time. "where would you even find one of those?"

"i got it from the blue banana in kensington market," he answered. "you can get anything there."

it was true. there were so many things in that store, you had no doubt you could get a giant stop sign from there.

"are you done asking questions about my stop sign?" he asked. "i'd like to beat you at this race, now."

"it's not a race," you reminded him. "if it was, i'd beat you. i've got an actual sled, while you're using a stop sign."

"if you're so sure, let's make it a race," he smirked.

"absolutely not," you shook your head. "you're way too competitive."

despite being pretty laid back about most things, your boyfriend was still one of the most competitive people you knew. not only was he a hockey player, but he grew up with a lot of siblings - the combination making him a little more competitive than most.

"sure, sure," he nodded. "whatever you say."

you rolled your eyes, laughing as you set up your sled.

it'd snowed the night before, making the conditions perfect to go sledding. there was a high school with a large hill near your house, the place you grew up. being able to bring your boyfriend here was something you'd always hoped you'd be able to do.

there were no kids at the moment, which made sense considering it was early as hell. willy was a morning person, and you wanted to be the first to go down the hill.

"ready?" you asked him, adjusting your sled at the top of the hill.

"ready," he agreed.

"and.... go!"

the two of you kicked off your respective sleds (well, stop sign in william's case), rushing down the hill.

you laughed loudly as snow got caught in the front of william's stop sign halfway down, causing him to roll down the rest of the way.

unfortunately, you lost your balance because of how hard you were laughing, your sled turning sideways and throwing you off.

you and william looked at each other, laying near the bottom of the hill, and then your sleds, discarded somewhere above you. you giggled at the turn of events.

william laughed a little, making his way over and putting his hand out to help you up. you allowed him to help you up, keeping a snowball behind you. you smiled mischievously once you were on your feet, shoving the snowball in your boyfriend's face.

willy made a sound of disbelief, blinking rapidly as you ran away giggling.

"oh, it's on," he muttered, wiping the snow from his lashes.

you should've been nervous, especially considering his competitive streak. but at the moment, the only thing you could think of, was how happy you were to be doing this with him.

[crazycurly-77]

Lost in the Jungle - pt. 3

Up in the air the pilot ordered his co-pilot to take the helm and left the cockpit to speak to Gibbs and Tim. 

“Hey Gibbs. Nice to see you again.” he said and shook Gibbs’ hand. Then he turned to Tim, reached out his hand and stated “Stan.” Tim shook his hand and replied “Timothy McGee.”

Stan nodded, then pointed at his co-pilot and said “that's my fellow co-pilot Olli.”

Gibbs and Tim looked at him stunned, then Stan began to laugh “yeah, I know. Stan and Olli. But that's our names.”

He shrugged and asked "where are we exactly heading to?”

“La Nueva Esperanza” Gibbs answered. 

He opened a map and Stan and he checked it. “Look there. A little bit north is a free space where we will possibly be able to land.” Stan explained. 

Gibbs nodded “good. There we can set up our base camp.”

“Okay. You know where the plane is?”

“Somewhere between Sauce Gigante and the river Rio Napo. Approximately 4 km north from the village.”

“Okay, then we will go down there,” Stan stated and went back into the cockpit. 

For the rest of the flight, you all silently thought about what awaited her once she landed. Gibbs alternately stared out of the window, walked up and down the plane or seemed to sleep and Tim wrung his hands madly all the time. 

Eventually he couldn't take the silence any longer and said cautiously “boss…what should we expect when we land?”

Gibbs paused his walking and looked at him, then he answered “we will be in a part of the Amazon rainforest, which means a high temperature and an even higher humidity. You will sweat to no end and you will have difficulties in breathing. Additionally you should pay attention where you walk and what's above you. There are many animals that are potentially deadly.”

Tim gulped and became big eyes and with every fact Gibbs mentioned his eyes grew bigger and bigger until his blood nearly froze in shock at the mentioning of the deadly animals. Tim was sure this would be a trip to hell, but since he was your best friend he took it upon himself voluntarily to search you and bring you home. 

Which suddenly led him to the question what Gibbs’ reason was to take this risk. Surely that was because you were one of his teammates and he knew he would do anything to protect you all. 

But there was another reason why Gibbs was doing this and why he was so troubled, except Tim didn't know that and Gibbs won't tell him on his own. 

So they sat respectively walked in the case of Gibbs in silence once again until they landed in Ecuador. 

When safely back on the ground they immediately got to work and the tent and so on were standing in no time. 

Tim tried to help, but the others were so experienced because of their time at the Marines that he was simply too slow to be of use for them. So he checked the material. 

As all was ready they checked the map and the time again. 

“In two hours it will be dark, Gibbs. It then will be too dangerous to walk through the jungle,” Stan said. 

“McGee, how far is it from here to the signal?” Gibbs then asked. 

“It's approximately 4 km,” he answered. 

Gibbs pondered the options as Olli spoke up “let's get some sleep and start tomorrow as soon as the sun rises.”

“We have no time to lose. If she is injured she needs help as soon as possible,” Gibbs argumented. 

“Yes, but we will be of no help to her, if we die because of any dangerous animals” Stan stood his ground. 

Then Gibbs lost it. He slammed his hand on the table and yelled “dammit! We have to find her as soon as possible. No matter what!”

Stan watched him suspiciously as Gibbs stared into his eyes, trying to intimidate him. Then he replied “we have only four flashlights, one for each of us. With them you won't see exactly where you are and what's around you. Gibbs, that's way too dangerous! Let's go tomorrow right in the morning!”

That only increased the fire of Gibbs’ fury. But as he wanted to shout at Stan again, Tim laid his hand on his shoulder and said calmly “Gibbs, let it be. They are right. We won't be of any help to her, if we are dead. It's too dangerous. As her best friend I want to find her as badly as you do, but we have to wait until tomorrow.”

They looked each other in the eyes and communicated with their looks. Then Gibbs hung his head and nodded “okay, we will wait ‘till tomorrow morning when the sun rises.”

“Then that's settled,” Stan concluded and he and Olli went to prepare food for all of them. 

While the four of them were eating, they talked about the possible dangers that are to expect on the journey to the plane and what they will do in case she's injured. 

Finished eating, they cleaned up and Stan and Olli went to sleep. 

Tim and Gibbs remained seated, lost in their own thoughts. 

But as they stood up to went to sleep too, Tim asked quietly “why are you so determined to find her? I feel that it's more than her being a teammate.”

Gibbs stopped, turned to him, looked at him and said smiling sadly

“She's my girlfriend.”

(To be continued...in Chapter 4)

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Part 6

Parts 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

This one takes place in early 2010

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air, each second stretching painfully as his eyes darted around, avoiding contact. The weight of unspoken words pressed down on them, amplifying the awkwardness of the moment.

The whistle of the kettle pierced the heavy silence, its shrill sound a welcome interruption to the tension between them. They both glanced toward the kitchen, grateful for the brief distraction from their uneasy quiet.

“I’ll get it.” Morgana rushed into the kitchen to make the tea. She soon returned with mugs in hand, her eyes briefly settling on the man's bruised face, a knot of distress tightening in her stomach.

“Was it drugs or alcohol?” She asked, placing his mug on the small table in front of him.

He eyed the tea but didn’t reach for it. Nevertheless, he nodded his head, “Thank you.”

“So?” she persisted, wanting to know what kind of shit he had gotten himself into.

“Neither.”

A lie.

Then, Morgana raised one eyebrow high, an elegant, curved arc that spoke volumes. “What happened to your face then?”

The room fell silent as the question hung in the air, a palpable weight pressing down on everyone present. Merlin leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing in thought.

How hard was it to answer a simple question?

Finally, with a slow, deliberate nod, he turned his eyes back to her. The silence broke as he began to speak, his voice measured and deliberate, the result of careful consideration. “I am really sorry for what took place the last time we met… I was-”

He really didn't want to talk about what had brought him to this point. If he was willing to bring up the hotel incident 50 years later, it must be a big deal.

No matter, she’d forget about that for now.

He struggled to find his next words. “…I didn’t have all the facts and I just assumed…when you said-”

Ah, now she got it.

“You thought that I survived all these years because I was stealing the lives of other people. A life for a life. Is that it?”

A look of remorse washed over his features like a sudden wave crashing onto the shore. Lines etched themselves into his brow, as if the weight of regret pressed down upon him, heavy and unyielding.

Of course, he’d thought that. In a way, that did explain his aggressiveness towards her. “Well, I am just thrilled your opinion of me has remained so stagnant, Merlin.”

He continued as if he didn’t hear her, “Aithusa told me how she had saved you, that you lost your magic because of the ritual she had performed-”

She cut him off, he still didn’t have all the information. “I didn’t lose my magic. It’s tapped inside of me. I cannot use it, but it is what’s keeping me alive.”

In the beginning, it had been a fate worse than death. Being so vulnerable all over again. With time, she came to live it. But never accept it.

Merlin nodded his head and cleared his throat, “Yeah, I know that now….I am really sorry. Truly.”

She almost smiled in exasperation, her lips twitching with the urge to release a sigh of frustration. “Why do you keep doing that, Merlin?”

“What?”

“You assume the worst of me and then you hurt me.” Morgana snapped, “You cannot apologize after all these years. What exactly are you expecting? My forgiveness?” she locked eyes with his, a defiant fire blazing within them. “Never.”

“Morgana…”

No matter what foolish excuses he came up with, she had no interest in listening. "You've never trusted me, Merlin; that's the crux of it. For centuries, I kept my distance, avoiding both you and Camelot. Yet, one slip of the tongue, and suddenly I'm labelled as evil once more."

It was all because she had said that she couldn’t heal her injured palm.

“You continually evaded me every time we crossed paths. You never given me the opportunity to inquire properly.” He countered, rising to his feet in front of her. He swayed, but managed to ground himself quickly, "I made an effort to trust you, Morgana. I was adamant about not repeating past mistakes, but it was you who consistently appeared out of thin air only to vanish just as quickly."

Of course he blamed her for his shitty demeanour.  

"It was all Aithusa's doing," she explained, feeling it necessary for him to understand the full truth. "I never intended to re-enter your life, Merlin. I was content living mine, away from yours. But then you were injured in the war, alone in the hospital. Aithusa badgered me relentlessly until I relented. The same happened when you were poisoned and on the brink of death. Sailing to America was her suggestion, and in hindsight, I should have known better. And again, when I visited your hotel, it was at her insistence. Even today, you're here in my flat because she sensed danger and asked me to help you." She took a deep breath, “Believe me, Merlin, the last thing I wanted was to see you again.”

As he gnawed on his bottom lip, his eyes flickered with a mixture of fear and longing, a silent plea for reassurance in the face of uncertainty.               “You must hate for what I said the last time we met.”

He was referring to the confession she had made in a moment of brief insanity.

“I wish I could hate you, but you're nothing more than a footnote in a story I've long since closed." Morgana shrugged her shoulders. “I am no longer the Morgana you knew Merlin. That one died at your hands along with her memories and feelings of hate…and love. Unlike you, I’ve put the past behind me.”

“Then help me do that. Help me move on.”

“Tomorrow.” She didn’t know why had had said that. She should have declined immediately and he would have accepted her answer.  The moment of insanity had not brief after all. “But now, finish your tea and then leave.” she instructed, her tone firm.

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