#part of me wishes i didnt but a louder part of me does

[theinfernalcalypso]

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[agi-ppangx]

love song (bang chan x gn!reader)

angst with a fluffy ending, both chan and reader are producers/songwriters, chan is kinda an asshole for a while but he quickly apologises, not proofread; 1,3k words

author's note: a little fic requested by a lovely anon !! i kinda wrote it in one go and didnt have time to properly correct the mistakes so i apologise for typos and any other stuff >< please remember that feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated🫶🏽

“time for a break,” you announced with a smile as you entered your little homemade studio holding two bags. “i got us some food and coffee.”

chan looked up at you from his laptop and mirrored your smile, taking both bags from you with a soft thank you. you sat down on the couch with a loud huff and chan handed you your food. 

“you wanna listen to the song? i made a few touch ups to that part we were struggling with,” he asked, sipping on his americano and you nodded, mouth full of the pasta. 

as soon as chan played the song you closed your eyes, letting yourself be completely engulfed by the music. 

it was a rather upbeat melody, but when you were writing the lyrics a while ago you tried to make it really emotional and, what’s most important, true. some might think it’s cliché to constantly write songs about your lover, but it comes naturally to you. the emotions you pour into the lyrics, the memories and wishes, everything is about you and chan. and even as you sell your songs to various artists, you always know exactly who it’s about when they sing it. 

you snapped your eyes open around the middle of the song as one fragment of a few seconds did not sound as it should. 

“wait, let me listen to it again” you said with a frown and he wordlessly rewinded the song for a few seconds. “why does it sound so weird?” you mumbled to yourself as that one part was just not right. you took a sip of coffee from your cup, trying to understand what changed about the song. you two were talking about that part a few days before and…

“channie, did you change the melody?” you asked in disbelief. he turned around to look at you, but your irritated expression didn’t make any impression on him. 

“yeah, it sounds better now, right?” you huffed loudly, getting up from your place on the couch to walk your anger away. 

“i told you i want this part to sound specifically as it did before! why would you change it? we talked about it,” you let out, your voice getting louder with each word spoken. 

“relax, baby, it’s not a big deal,” he explained calmly, trying to reach for your hand, but you were quicker, taking it away and putting it in the pocket of his hoodie that you were wearing. 

“no, it’s the fact that it’s the first time we finally work together and you already don’t listen to my advice.” 

it was chan’s turn to huff, he was visibly getting annoyed by your words. “this wouldn’t be a problem if you wouldn’t make one of it.” 

“this wouldn’t be a problem if you wouldn’t ignore my opinion.”

“alright, yn, let’s just stop this. i’m getting tired of this conversation,” he said, turning around and putting his headphones on, pretending to work on some other track just so you wouldn’t bother him anymore.

you stood in the room for a while longer, staring at chan in pure shock. he may have pretended to be busy, but as you finally decided to leave the studio he noticed how you wiped your face and he sure heard the loud thud the door made as you slammed them. you went straight to your bedroom, wrapping yourself in the blanket and trying to stifle your sobs. 

hours passed as you finally sat up, grabbing your notebook to write some ideas for new songs. your eyes were still puffy as you scribbled down random words and rhymes, desperately trying to take off your mind from the argument, but no matter how hard you tried the situation came back to you like a boomerang. you weren’t sure if chan did it purposely or if he simply forgot about your conversation - you knew he was busy, so it might’ve slipped out of his mind. but it didn’t change the fact that it hurt you. 

both of you dreamed of working together for a long time - someone might think that you two could easily just write some songs for each other in your home studio. isn’t that enough? people say, but you always say that it’s different to play around on a saturday evening with a glass of wine and to write and produce tracks for other artists. it is a big deal to you - the fact that the song you both worked on will be featured on another artist’s album, heard by thousands, if not millions of people, and they all will hear about your love for chan and only you will know who it’s about.

a soft knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts. you put down the notebook, keeping a firm look on chan as he quietly closed the door behind him. he was already in his pyjamas, ready to sleep, and you fought the urge to send him to sleep on the couch.  

“you still mad?” he asked with hesitation dripping down his voice. you didn’t say anything, waiting for him to say something other than the obvious. “listen, i feel really bad.”

“as you should.”

he sighed, scratching the back of his head. “i know. but i don’t wanna go to sleep without talking.” he said desperately, taking a few steps onward and carefully sitting on the other side of the bed. 

you exhaled loudly. you also didn’t want to leave it like this. “it really hurt me, y’know?” you started, feeling as the tears started to well up in your eyes. “we literally talked about the song a few days ago and i told you how i want that particular fragment to sound like and you agreed. then why-” your voice broke a little as a few tears ran down your cheeks. chan was quick to wipe them off and this time you didn’t stray from his touch. “-why would you change it now? i just don’t understand.”

chan took a moment to think before he spoke again. “i have nothing to say in my defence,” he started quietly. “i was just bored yesterday when i couldn’t sleep and decided to change a few things about the song and i just forgot to leave that part be. i’m so sorry, baby, i know i shouldn’t have behaved like that earlier, i don’t know what had gotten into myself,” he confessed, his cheeks now cherry red as shame filled his body. he didn’t look at you, he couldn’t, because he knew he fucked up.

“let that be your first warning,” you said firmly after what felt like eternity to chan. “i’m not that experienced as you when it comes to producing songs, but i would really appreciate you actually listening to my ideas. just talk to me whenever you want to make changes like that, okay?” chan nodded quickly. 

“i will. i’m really sorry, my baby.”

“i know you are.”

“are we okay now?” he asked hesitantly. 

“yeah, we are.” you smiled softly as chan’s body visibly relaxed at your words. “but i’m still hurt though.” 

“will a kiss make it better?” he proposed, a bit bolder now as the atmosphere around you wasn’t so tense anymore. you didn’t respond, leaning over to place a peck on his lips with a smile. 

“maybe a little bit,” you giggled. chan captured your face in his hands, looking you deeply in the eyes. 

“by the way i changed that part,” he confessed. “it sounds exactly how you wanted it to.”

you grinned, whispering a soft thank you, and chan finally kissed you, making the world around you disappear. you didn’t know how long it was before you finally broke the kiss, panting heavily.

that night you held him in your arms, letting him rest his head on your chest so he could hear your heartbeat and to his surprise it was his favourite love song that you ever created.

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[airaibunny]

GENERAL SMUT PROMPTS

1. “i need you, right here/now”

2. “louder/quieter”

3. “i dont care who’s outside”

4. “do you want them to hear?”

5. “what if i dont?”

6. “make me”

7. “you don’t get to tell me what to do”

8. “that’s strike 1/2/3”

9. “if you stop, i’ll stop”

10. “no more, please, i can’t”

11. “where are your manners?”

12. “what did you say?”

13. “try again”

14. “but the cameras” - “they can’t see us from this angle, if you can stay still”

15. “you don’t get to touch”

16. “i’m begging you, touch me, please”

17. “beg for it”

18. “i said no”

19. “stop pushing, it wont end well”

20. “you look so fucking hot right now”

21. “you don’t need anything, you want it”

22. “say it”

23. “use your words”

24. “i can’t understand you”

25. “i can’t read your mind”

26. “could he/she do it better?”

27. “do you wish it was *name* touching you right now?”

28. “play with me”

29. “you’re such a needy girl”

30. “i don’t think your stage outfits cover that”

31. “let me focus”

32. “sluts don’t get to make requests”

33. “what happened? you wanted this so bad five minutes ago”

34. “stop talking”

35. “did i give you permission to talk?”

36. “you don’t understand how angry i am right now”

37. “you’re fucking soaked”

38. “you make me so wet”

39. “why are you already squirming”

40. “can i ask you for something?”

41. “please don’t stop”

42. “please don’t think i’m weird for this”

43. “i’ve been waiting all day”

44. “does that turn you on?”

45. “i need your fingers”

46. “i want you to fuck me”

47. “do it like you mean it”

48. “scream my name while you cum”

49. “call me mommy”

50. “touch yourself, i want to watch”

51. “come here, now.”

52. “on your knees”

53. “turn around”

54. “bend over”

55. “spread your legs/spread your legs further”

56. “you can barely speak, so cute”

57. “you’re so flushed, pretty girl”

58. “sit on my thigh/face/etc”

59. “lift up your leg”

60. “i’m bored, let’s play”

61. “i can see you staring at my tits/thigh/ass”

62. “if you make me/if i have to stop this car, im going to make sure you can’t walk out of it without my help”

63. “harder”

64. “let me do it”

65. “i didnt mean to, im sorry”

66. “dont cum until i tell you to”

67. “what if i just leave you here, wet and needy”

68. “what’s the safe word? you’re going to need it”

69. “what about you?”

70. “it’s my turn now”

71. “i didn’t mean to call you that, i’m sorry”

72. “you look so pretty on your knees”

73. “what are you going to do? punish me?”

74. “i think i deserve a reward”

75. “your *body part* are/is so pretty”

76. “i really don’t care that we’re in public”

77. “keep it up, you won’t like the situation you end up in”

78. “who do you think you are?”

79. “spank me”

80. “choke me”

81. “bite me”

82. “no, don’t go”

83. “you can practice on me”

84. “this is a one time thing”

85. “i thought you said it was a one time thing?”

86. “we can’t do this”

87. “i ordered us something”

88. “that looks too big”

89. “are you comfortable?”

90. “grab the handcuffs and come back here”

91. “you bought a vibrator?”

92. “how do i look?”

93. “you taste so sweet”

94. “i’m/it’s all over your chin”

95. “do you want to try?”

96. “you’re so cute”

97. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

98. “why are you being so shy? it’s not like i haven’t already seen all of you”

99. “can we use a toy?”

100. “can i use a toy on you?”

101. “good girl, keep going/just like that”

102. “you’re doing such a good job”

103. “i’m so proud of you”

104. “nobody can know about this, okay?”

105. “how are you so close already?”

106. “i can see how wet you are through your shorts”

107. “can you be quick?”

108. “please, i’ll finish fast”

109. “use your mouth”

110. “why do you get so shy when i use that word?”

111. “i love your tits/ass/etc”

112. “where do you want me to touch you?” - “down there…” - “say the word”

113. “stop teasing me”

114. “i like it when you’re mad”

115. “punish me”

116. “are you going to stop me?”

117. “on the counter/table/etc?”

118. “you’re the only one that gets to touch”

119. “have you seen the things the the fans write about you and *other member*?”

120. “i don’t care what the fans think”

121. “i really need to finish this”

122. “this is exactly how i imagined it”

123. “is that my shirt/underwear/etc?”

124. “everyone else is gone”

125. “fuck, i wish this room was soundproof”

126. “shut up”

127. “relax, angel”

128. “keep doing that, please”

129. “you feel so good”

130. “your skin is so soft”

131. “kiss/touch me, everywhere”

132. “no, you started this, now you’re going to finish it”

133. “pull my hair”

134. “open your mouth”

135. “clean my fingers, this is your mess”

136. “you’re such a messy girl”

137. “why are you so hot”

138. “fuck, i love you so much”

139. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here”

140. “you’re so gorgeous”

141. “open your eyes”

142. “look at me while you cum”

143. “do you want me to use my fingers/mouth?”

144. “i want you to keep going, forever”

145. “do you want to join me”

146. “you’re not allowed to touch”

147. “bad girls/sluts don’t get to cum”

148. “can you tell me what you did wrong?”

149. “explain what you did, if you don’t finish before you cum, you don’t get to finish again for the rest of the night”

150. “you’re all mine” - “hm…” - “say it” - “i’m all yours”

151. “you’re such a fucking slut/whore/cunt”

152. “how bad do you want it?”

153. “make me cry”

154. “ruin me”

155. “i want to do so many things to you”

156. “you look amazing, really, but i think i prefer the dress on the floor”

157. “i need you”

158. “if you ever pull a stunt like that again, i won’t wait until we get to our bedroom”

159. “say that again, i dare you”

160. “it’s too late for this” - “you don’t have to do anything, just stay laying down”

161. “what does this make us?”

162. “i love making you so flustered, it’s so cute”

163. “do you like it when i touch right here?”

164. “can you stay quiet if i take this call?”

165. “we could get kicked out for this”

166. “don’t make me say it, you know what i want”

167. “let me eat you out while you do that”

168. “can you teach me?”

169. “can i call you mommy?”

170. “what would the others think of this? their innocent little maknae being such a whore”

171. “shower with me”

172. “put your leg over my shoulder”

173. “there’s no one else here, be louder”

174. “look what you did”

175. “i want to taste you”

176. “i’m going to fuck you against the windows, i want everyone to see how good you are”

177. “stop being gentle”

178. “i don’t care what you do, just touch me”

179. “i want to fuck you so bad”

180. “i want to feel you, inside”

181. “i promise i’ll be good, just please…”

182. “you can’t leave marks”

183. “you’re not going to fall, i’ve got you”

184. “we are not doing this standing, there’s a bed right there”

185. “do you like it when i spank you right there?”

186. “stop moving on your own, you’ll take what i give you”

187. “use my thigh”

188. “if you hate me so much, why are you letting me do this?”

189. “you’re really telling me to stop while both of your hands are in my shirt?”

190. “i still hate you”

191. “this is just sex, no strings”

192. “fuck you” - “well, that’s what we’re doing isn’t it?”

193. “you looked so hot out there”

194. “you can take it like a good girl, right?”

195. “swallow”

196. “i’ll untie you if you’re good”

197. “you heard me”

198. “that was a nice way to wake up”

199. “i want to make a mess of you”

200. “breathe, please”

201. “take it like a good girl”

202. “why don’t you make it up to me?”

203. “you think your begging is going to change my mind?”

204. “i don’t care that you’re sorry”

[the-goldenbunny-diaries]

General Smut Prompts

1. “i need you, right here/now” 2. “louder/quieter” 3. “i dont care who’s outside” 4. “do you want them to hear?” 5. “what if i dont?” 6. “make me” 7. “you don’t get to tell me what to do” 8. “that’s strike 1/2/3” 9. “if you stop, i’ll stop” 10. “no more, please, i can’t” 11. “where are your manners?” 12. “what did you say?” 13. “try again” 14. “but the cameras” - “they can’t see us from this angle, if you can stay still” 15. “you don’t get to touch” 16. “i’m begging you, touch me, please” 17. “beg for it” 18. “i said no” 19. “stop pushing, it wont end well” 20. “you look so fucking hot right now” 21. “you don’t need anything, you want it” 22. “say it” 23. “use your words” 24. “i can’t understand you” 25. “i can’t read your mind” 26. “could he/she do it better?” 27. “do you wish it was *name* touching you right now?” 28. “play with me” 29. “you’re such a needy girl” 30. “i don’t think your stage outfits cover that” 31. “let me focus” 32. “sluts don’t get to make requests” 33. “what happened? you wanted this so bad five minutes ago” 34. “stop talking” 35. “did i give you permission to talk?” 36. “you don’t understand how angry i am right now” 37. “you’re fucking soaked” 38. “you make me so wet” 39. “why are you already squirming” 40. “can i ask you for something?” 41. “please don’t stop” 42. “please don’t think i’m weird for this” 43. “i’ve been waiting all day” 44. “does that turn you on?” 45. “i need your fingers” 46. “i want you to fuck me” 47. “do it like you mean it” 48. “scream my name while you cum” 49. “call me mommy” 50. “touch yourself, i want to watch” 51. “come here, now.” 52. “on your knees” 53. “turn around” 54. “bend over” 55. “spread your legs/spread your legs further” 56. “you can barely speak, so cute” 57. “you’re so flushed, pretty girl” 58. “sit on my thigh/face/etc” 59. “lift up your leg” 60. “i’m bored, let’s play” 61. “i can see you staring at my tits/thigh/ass” 62. “if you make me/if i have to stop this car, im going to make sure you can’t walk out of it without my help” 63. “harder” 64. “let me do it” 65. “i didnt mean to, im sorry” 66. “dont cum until i tell you to” 67. “what if i just leave you here, wet and needy” 68. “what’s the safe word? you’re going to need it” 69. “what about you?” 70. “it’s my turn now” 71. “i didn’t mean to call you that, i’m sorry” 72. “you look so pretty on your knees” 73. “what are you going to do? punish me?” 74. “i think i deserve a reward” 75. “your *body part* are/is so pretty” 76. “i really don’t care that we’re in public” 77. “keep it up, you won’t like the situation you end up in” 78. “who do you think you are?” 79. “spank me” 80. “choke me” 81. “bite me” 82. “no, don’t go” 83. “you can practice on me” 84. “this is a one time thing” 85. “i thought you said it was a one time thing?” 86. “we can’t do this” 87. “i ordered us something” 88. “that looks too big” 89. “are you comfortable?” 90. “grab the handcuffs and come back here” 91. “you bought a vibrator?” 92. “how do i look?” 93. “you taste so sweet” 94. “i’m/it’s all over your chin” 95. “do you want to try?” 96. “you’re so cute” 97. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?” 98. “why are you being so shy? it’s not like i haven’t already seen all of you” 99. “can we use a toy?” 100. “can i use a toy on you?” 101. “good girl, keep going/just like that” 102. “you’re doing such a good job” 103. “i’m so proud of you” 104. “nobody can know about this, okay?” 105. “how are you so close already?” 106. “i can see how wet you are through your shorts” 107. “can you be quick?” 108. “please, i’ll finish fast” 109. “use your mouth” 110. “why do you get so shy when i use that word?” 111. “i love your tits/ass/etc” 112. “where do you want me to touch you?” - “down there…” - “say the word” 113. “stop teasing me” 114. “i like it when you’re mad” 115. “punish me” 116. “are you going to stop me?” 117. “on the counter/table/etc?” 118. “you’re the only one that gets to touch” 119. “have you seen the things the the fans write about you and *other member*?” 120. “i don’t care what the fans think” 121. “i really need to finish this” 122. “this is exactly how i imagined it” 123. “is that my shirt/underwear/etc?” 124. “everyone else is gone” 125. “fuck, i wish this room was soundproof” 126. “shut up” 127. “relax, angel” 128. “keep doing that, please” 129. “you feel so good” 130. “your skin is so soft” 131. “kiss/touch me, everywhere” 132. “no, you started this, now you’re going to finish it” 133. “pull my hair” 134. “open your mouth” 135. “clean my fingers, this is your mess” 136. “you’re such a messy girl” 137. “why are you so hot” 138. “fuck, i love you so much” 139. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here” 140. “you’re so gorgeous” 141. “open your eyes” 142. “look at me while you cum” 143. “do you want me to use my fingers/mouth?” 144. “i want you to keep going, forever” 145. “do you want to join me” 146. “you’re not allowed to touch” 147. “bad girls/sluts don’t get to cum” 148. “can you tell me what you did wrong?” 149. “explain what you did, if you don’t finish before you cum, you don’t get to finish again for the rest of the night” 150. “you’re all mine” - “hm…” - “say it” - “i’m all yours” 151. “you’re such a fucking slut/whore/cunt” 152. “how bad do you want it?” 153. “make me cry” 154. “ruin me” 155. “i want to do so many things to you” 156. “you look amazing, really, but i think i prefer the dress on the floor” 157. “i need you” 158. “if you ever pull a stunt like that again, i won’t wait until we get to our bedroom” 159. “say that again, i dare you” 160. “it’s too late for this” - “you don’t have to do anything, just stay laying down” 161. “what does this make us?” 162. “i love making you so flustered, it’s so cute” 163. “do you like it when i touch right here?” 164. “can you stay quiet if i take this call?” 165. “we could get kicked out for this” 166. “don’t make me say it, you know what i want” 167. “let me eat you out while you do that” 168. “can you teach me?” 169. “can i call you mommy?” 170. “what would the others think of this? their innocent little maknae being such a whore” 171. “shower with me” 172. “put your leg over my shoulder” 173. “there’s no one else here, be louder” 174. “look what you did” 175. “i want to taste you” 176. “i’m going to fuck you against the windows, i want everyone to see how good you are” 177. “stop being gentle” 178. “i don’t care what you do, just touch me” 179. “i want to fuck you so bad” 180. “i want to feel you, inside” 181. “i promise i’ll be good, just please…” 182. “you can’t leave marks” 183. “you’re not going to fall, i’ve got you” 184. “we are not doing this standing, there’s a bed right there” 185. “do you like it when i spank you right there?” 186. “stop moving on your own, you’ll take what i give you” 187. “use my thigh” 188. “if you hate me so much, why are you letting me do this?” 189. “you’re really telling me to stop while both of your hands are in my shirt?” 190. “i still hate you” 191. “this is just sex, no strings” 192. “fuck you” - “well, that’s what we’re doing isn’t it?” 193. “you looked so hot out there” 194. “you can take it like a good girl, right?” 195. “swallow” 196. “i’ll untie you if you’re good” 197. “you heard me” 198. “that was a nice way to wake up” 199. “i want to make a mess of you” 200. “breathe, please”

*prompts courtesy from airaibunny*

[wolfisobsessed]

https://open.spotify.com/track/4AVxmpwfXH7p4YyTbg9nS4?si=Xje5FxvdRt6Zl5qJBh_peA

Please listen to this song as you read! It is important to the story.

You knock on Levi’s door. “What’s the secret phraze?” You say it and get let in with a small “come in.”

“Why would a normie like you want to sing with Me— <but getting you to sing my favorite anime opening does sound promising...>” he had mumbled, “—Fine, when I finish my shiny hunting we can do the karaoke.”

“Thank you, and could I watch you play? I used to watch my sister play video games when I was younger and you’re also playing a game I love.”

“Do whatever, I just want to complete this shiny line so i’m closer to completing this live shiny dex.”

“What line you on?”

“Eevee. I just need one more but it’s such a rare find.”

“I love that line! You’ll get it soon enough, who knows maybe your next encounter will be it.” The shiny noise played as soon as you finished speaking and Levi stared at the screen. There was a shiny eevee on the screen,

“Hey,,you didnt do any voodoo shit did ya?” You shook your head no. “Damn. Karaoke I guess?”

“Yup, I got the perfect song too. I’ll let you listen to it before we sing it.”

Falling inside the black, a lovely song by Skillet, and you decide to start the song off.

“Tonight I'm so alone

This sorrow takes a hold

Don't leave me, it's so cold

Never wanna be so cold”

Your voice was confident, as you’ve sang this song so many times the lyrics were inter-grained into your skull.

“Your touch used to be so kind

Your touch used to give me life

I've waited all this time

I've wasted so much time”

Levi’s was less confident, and his tone was slightly off as he sang his part but it was his first time singing this sing so you didnt mind it.

“Don't leave me alone

Cause I barely see at all

Don't leave me alone

I'm”

You turned to Levi, motioning his turn with a smile. You knew he could it.

“Falling in the black, slipping through the cracks

Falling to the depths, can I ever go back?

Dreaming of the way it used to be, can you hear me?

Falling in the black, slipping through the cracks

Falling to the depths, can I ever go back?

Falling inside the black

Falling inside, falling inside

The black”

He smiled back, shakily and took a breath before singing. His voice grew more louder as he started hitting the notes.

“You were my source of strength

I've traded everything

That I love for this one thing

Stranded in the offering

Don't leave me here like this

Can't hear me scream from the abyss

And now I wish for you, my desire”

You gotten a bit cocky and held his hand, staring into his eyes before twirling him closer to you and and then away. A dance has started.

“Don't leave me alone

Cause I barely see at all

Don't leave me alone

I'm”

Your action made him falter, but he composed himself and continued on as you lead him along.

“Falling in the black, slipping through the cracks

Falling through the depths, can I ever go back?

Dreaming of the way it used to be, can you hear me?

Falling in the black, slipping through the cracks

Falling through the depths, can I ever go back?

Falling inside the black

Falling inside, falling inside”

You were singing your heart out at this part, the dance going more complicated the longer it went on.

“The black

Black

Black

Black”

He tried his best to follow but he ended up tripping on his own feet, blush blooming as he grew embarrassed.

“Falling in the black

Slipping through the cracks

Falling through the depths, can I ever go back?

Dreaming of the way it used to be, can you hear me?

Falling in the black, slipping through the cracks

Falling through the depths, can I ever go back?

Falling inside the black

Falling inside, falling inside”

Both you and Levi sang the last section of the song together, you brought him into a hug, ending the dance with a dip and a kiss. When you pulled away, he was dazed with a lovely red face.

“I enjoyed tonight, see you next time.” You left before he could realize you were gone, his hand going up to his lips. He’s seen this in animes he watches but it was even better in person.

He’s avoiding you, too embarrassed to confront you about the kiss.

Sitting on the couch, his head was still racing over what happened and the more he thought over it the more anxious he became. Levi didnt notice you moving to sitting with him until you pulled him into your lap and started humming a song Simeon wrote for you.

He tensed up at the motion, but as your humming continued on he started to relax slowly. Anything in his mind relating to last week was gone as he just takes in the moment.

“t-thanks..” he mumbled slightly and you began to pet his head.

The others in the room are just giggling and Mammon’s even recording, but you pay no attention to it other then a death glare while still petting Levi.

[spicy-tomato]

Can i pls req dream being reader's sugar daddy :O - 🌼

sorry this took a hot sec ive been working on this one for a while cause i really liked the idea, so here you go :)) it ended up being like 2k words so im sorry

You had it all, anything you could want and more. Wanted to go to rome? Done, your plane leaves tomorrow. Dream absolutely spoiled you and you couldnt be more happy about it. It started off as a thing to help you with rent, but the longer you did it the more you enjoyed being able to get what you wanted when you wanted. Today was your weekly lunch with dream, you had both agreed that at least once a week he would take time off to get lunch with you, it made you smile to see him take time for you. As the tease you were, you decided to wear something a little revealing to tease him since he had cancelled your shopping trip with him the day before. You put on a low cut crop top and some shorts that show a little too much before fixing your hair. You hear you phone ding, getting a text from dream,

Daddy dream <3

Hey baby, i'm out front whenever youre ready to go

You smile and put your phone in your pocket before walking out to his car and getting in. you kiss his cheek quickly “hi daddy” you giggle and smile at him

“Hi sweetheart” he looks you up and down before smirking “like the outfit, all for me?” you giggle and nod before he starts to drive to the restaurant, one hand on your thigh. “Do you know what you want? You know the rule, anything you want no matter the price. And after that we can go shopping to make up for my cancelling yesterday.” you smile at him

“I know, and we dont have to dream, we can just hang out. Its been a while since we did that. Maybe we can go somewhere for you to make it up to me instead” he smiles and squeezes your thigh as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant.

“Anywhere you want baby, only the best for you.” you look down and blush, moving over to lean your head on his shoulder as he moves a hand to pet your hair. “Ill take you anywhere anytime and get you anything you want.” you cant lie, at times you had thought about being more than just his sugar baby, having a real romantic relationship, but he was always so busy that it made it seem almost impossible. Sure he took time out to be with you but it was never a lot unless you were traveling. He didnt tell you a lot about his job either, just knew that he had a large following and that he didnt want anything serious and put his partner in a bad situation, but damn if you havent thought about him coming home to you and calling you his.

“Baby? You okay? You zoned out.” he waves a hand in front of your face and you blink back to reality.

“Yeah, sorry i just got a little distracted. Lets go get some food!” you pull away from him and he gets out, walking around to open your door for you and holds a hand out to help you. “Thank you” you smile and take his hand as you step out, he closes the door behind you and puts an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as you both walk up to get a table. You get seated immediately and he pulls your chair out for you. “Is there a single flaw with you?” you ask genuinely, he just laughs and shakes his head.

“Theres a bunch you dont know about me, sweetheart.” you roll your eyes as the waitress comes back with your mimosa and his water, asking for your orders. He orders for you and him before she walks off to put them in. He always knows what you want and orders it for you. It makes you smile that he likes to take care of you. You shake that thought away and go back to mindlessly talking with him, waiting on the food. It comes shortly and you both start to eat. “Where do you want to go? Japan? Italy? Oh we havent been to paris in a while, maybe there.”

“I think paris would be great, its always so pretty this time of year, maybe we can have dinner on the eiffel tower again!” your eyes light up at the thought of going back to paris. Last time you went was last spring, you both walked around and had the most wonderful time people watching and shopping. You take another bite and he looks like hes about to say something before he stops himself and looks down. “What is it? Is something wrong?” you look at him concerned, scared you messed something up.

“Its nothing darling, dont worry.” you both finish up lunch and he pays before helping you up and leading you back to the car. “I have something id like to ask you when we get to paris if thats okay, its nothing bad i promise its just something ive been meaning to ask for a while is all.” you nod as he opens the door for you and helps you in. “now, a pretty girl like you needs pretty new clothes for the trip, lets go get you some.” he smiles at you as he gets in, resting a hand back on your thigh as he starts the car, leading you both to the mall.

You spend hours in there going to different stores and trying things on, him getting you whatever you wanted without any hesitation. You walk back to the car with armfulls of bags and a couple new suitcases. “Thank you so much daddy, youre the best.” you kiss his cheek and he turns a little red.

“Its no problem baby, why dont you stay over tonight and we can leave in the morning to head to the airport. I can help you pack and we can watch a movie.” you smiles and nod, putting your bags in the back of the car and your new suitcases in the trunk.

“Id like that…” you think for a second about how nice it would be to wake up next to him every day and how nice it is to fall asleep next to him when it happens, even if when you did wake up after he wasnt next to you. The cold bed always made you remember that you would never be more than this, not that this was bad in the least its just sometimes you wish you could be more. He drives you both back to his apartment building and helps you out, grabbing most of your bags, only leaving you to grab the suitcases as you enter the building. He lived on the top floor in the penthouse, expected for how much money he had. You set your stuff down in his room, your new clothes already laid out nicely thanks to him. He walks up behind you and hugs you from behind.

“Youll look so good in all of those baby, gonna be the prettiest one in paris.” he kisses your neck softly before pulling away and taking your hand, leading you to sit on the part of the bed not covered by clothes. “Let me go run you a bath and you can pick out a movie.” you nod and he walks to the bathroom, leaving you alone on the bed. You turn on the tv and start scrolling through netflix looking for a movie, finally deciding as he walks back in and picks you up. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, moving your head to rest on his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter and takes your shirt off carefully, leaving kisses down your neck and chest and he moves down to take your shorts off. You lift yourself gently to help him take your shorts off. He takes them off quickly before nipping and kissing your inner thighs, ghosting over your core. You whine and try to move closer to him before he presses your hips down into the counter.

“Stay still baby, dont wanna have to punish you. Daddy just wants his desert.” you nod quickly and stay still, his head diving to softly kiss your clit, causing you to whine. He chuckles and starts to slowly eat you out, almost at a teasing pace. You whine and grip the counter, trying to keep from pulling his hair. He pulls away and smiles, “good girl, being so good and not pulling my hair. Just letting daddy eat you up.” after he says that his hands move down to your thighs open as he starts to eat you out like a man starved. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back, your hands moving to his hair and tugging closer. At this point he didnt care about you pulling his hair, to blissed out by hearing your sweet moans and tasting you. Your cries became louder as he dragged you closer to the edge. as you were almost there he stopped, causing a loud whine from you as he moves up to face you. He looked like heaven like this, face covered in your slick with eyes dark from lust.

“Now my good little girl, i want you to get off the counter and bend over for daddy.” you quickly move off the counter and do as your told. “Such a perfect little girl, i want you to watch as i make you feel good, got it? You look away and i stop,” he chuckles and grabs your neck after you nod. His hand moves from your neck to your hair to hold you in place, making eye contact with him through the mirror.

“Such a precious little pet for me, arent you?” you whine as he lines up with your entrance, teasing you, causing you to press your hips back against him. He smacks your ass roughly and pulls you against his chest by your hair. “Thats not very nice bun, its almost like you want me to leave you all worked up.’’ he smirks at you before pulling you roughly back against him, ripping a scream from your throat. He sets a brutal pace, leaving no time for you to adjust to him. He keeps the pace, your legs starting to shake as he brings you back to the edge of your orgasm before quickly throwing you over it. You let out a cry of his name, trails of tears starting to run from your eyes as he keeps going.

“Pretty little bunny, always so good and tight for me. Gonna breed you so good. Fuck you until i know it takes.” he tugs your hair roughly and starts to bite and suck at your neck, leaving marks in his wake. You whine and cry, moving your hands to tug at his hair. “So close princess, gonna fill you up so good.” he moves a hand to your clit to punctuate his statement, causing a louder cry to come from you as you tip over the edge once again. His hips start to stutter as he fills you up, riding out his high with shallow thrusts letting out a few more quiet moans before pulling out of you carefully. You whine and tug at his hair as he does so. He picks you up carefully as he pulls away.

“i figured we could take a bath and then cuddle before we pack and figure out what time we should leave for the airport.” you nod and he carries you carefully over to the tub, setting you down carefully in it before getting and sitting behind you. He starts to wash your hair as you slowly drift off to sleep. You wake up briefly as he lifts you from the tub and carries you to the bed. He moves the blankets back and sets you down gently before crawling in next to you , pulling the blankets back over you.

“Be my partner,” he says as you turn towards him

“Only if we can still go to paris” you giggle and he nods, kissing the top of your head before you both drift off.

[dazz-linglight]

Smut with best friend!Sunghoon pls 😭🤚🏻

(He's irresistible 🥺)

Working overhours again was tiring but at least you are getting paid for those extra hours. Plus time though you're not alone, you have Sunghoon working with you. You've been friends since he started working there a few months ago and somehow you were the only person who truly understood this man of few words. Also it didn't take long for you to develop a seemingly innocent crush on him. He is handsome, tall, smell good, is a real gentleman, how could you not be attracted to him?

You stretch and let out a little yawn after being focused for so long, which caught Sunghoon's attention.

"Tired?" His voice a little deeper since he hasn't talked in a while, sending shivers down your neck.

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting to be working till late today, but here I am." You sigh and stand up to stretch your legs a little, which were starting to feel numb because of how much time you spent sitting down.

"You had plans for tonight?" He asks also standing up and walking towards you, supporting his lower back on your desk and crossing his arms. He was wearing a classic white shirt today and his signature black tie that made you swallow dry and look into his eyes before he noticed where you were staring. Little did you know that he already noticed. The same way he has been noticing this whole time.

"No, actually I just wanted to have a night to myself, you know? face masks, order some good food, take a bath with candle lights.. Just a little spa day to relieve stress." You felt your shoulders getting heavier, as if all of your responsibilities accumulated on them and closed your eyes for a second, only to open again when a pair of strong hands landed on your shoulders. You let out a little surprised moan until it hits you that Sunghoon is massaging your shoulders. You bit your lip to avoid another moan of coming out.

"Better?" He whispered dangerously close to your ear and you nodded, hearing him let out a low laugh under his breath.

"I asked a question and I would like an answer." His voice sound even deeper than before.

"Yes, it's good..." You reply not louder than a whisper, any other noise and he probably wouldn't have heard. You stayed quiet for the next seconds, not knowing what to say. Does he know? Is he messing with you on purpose? Does he feel the same way? You're too scared to ask and maybe cause the end of your friendship, so you just stay quiet while he was massaging you.

"You know, I have a question for you." He suddenly said, grabbing your attention.

"I was wondering, since we're alone in this office, it wouldn't be a problem if we become more comfortable, would it?" He stopped the massage to grab his tie, pulling it off with his eyes locked on yours since you turned around.

"I don't think so..." You say, carefully looking at his big hands wrapping his tie around his left hand and took a step closer to you.

"It's hot in here, don't you think? I think... I should do something about it." He said slowly dragging his fingers to his shirt and unmade the first buttons, watching your reactions. Of course he's also attracted to you. You're his type, physically and in personality, but he also didn't wanna risk ruining the friendship, but he couldn't take it anymore. He's been fantasizing things with you, specially how you would look while you two do dirty things friends don't do and even though he was almost 100% sure you're attracted to him too, he was waiting for the right opportunity to make a move. Now alone in the office with you wearing those clothes that hugged your body so perfectly and the whole thrilling part of doing something risky in a place like this, how can he resist? And what can you say? You're too distracted by his hands and the fact that this is really happening, it's not just a daydream. He stepped closer and whispered in your ear.

"You think I didn't notice the way you look at me? Why do you think I wear these tight shirts, hm?" He pressede a little kiss behind your ear and continued teasing.

"You think I never noticed the way you clench your legs everytime I lean on your desk? I wonder what you do when you're alone.. Do you think about me?" You were now too embarassed to answer, the heat going all the way to your face, you're looking everywhere but his eyes. So his index finger came to your jaw and turned your head to being your gaze directly at his eyes, which were darker than usual.

"Now you're quiet? What happened to the talkative person I know, hm?" One of his hands came to your neck and the other to your waist, pulling you until there was no space between the two of you.

"Guess I'll just have to take those words out myself, then." He grips your chin and smiles sweetly.

"Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle with you." He press a soft kiss on your lips and caresses your excited body with his other hand, going between your legs and you moan because at the contact. He switched positions to lay you down on your desk and kissed you wildly, pulling your long skirt up and wet panties down. You were obviously needy and he could see the way you bit your lower lip while he opened his slacks, tasting the mix of saliva he left. You look back at him and a let out a "Please, hurry up.." He debated making you beg, but instead slid two fingers in and you squirm.

"It's not enough..." You complained and he stroked his length slowly, pulling his fingers all the way out and rubbed the tips over your hole, barely sliding it in.

"So you want my dick?" He asked and you nodded kicking the back of his leg.

"Put it in before I make you regret it." Sunghoon smirked at your initiative, finding it hot that you finally decided to talk.

"As you wish." You feel something warm slide in, like an explosion that getting bigger and filling you up. He thrusts into you and moans out breathlessly with you.

"Fuck yes.." He pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in deep and fast, hans pulling your hips against himself and damn did it feel good. Perfect, even. Your bodies moved rhythmically in sync as he studied your pretty skin, running my hands over your torso and breasts, listening to the delighted noises escaping you. He leaned over you using the desk to support his weight and began to stroke as deep as he could, folding your legs up.

"Ah- Sunghoon!" It came so suddenly that almost made him pause, but instead he picked up the pace, finding stamina he didnt have before, and fucked you with all his might, pushing into you faster and faster and you notice that the climax will soon be reached with all the warmth that flows through your body.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum.."

"Me too.." The fire ignites and burns around you, euphoria flowing through your bodies. You gasp when he grips the base of your neck and tighten his fingers around it, coming down to kissand bite your collarbones, your moans resonating loudly in the office. He let out a deep groan as you both have reached a trembling hot orgasm.

"So good, so beautiful.." He takes you in his arms andbrings you to sit up, you can see the glitter in his eyes. He smile and kisses your forehead, caressing your hair and you feel safe in his embrace. You didn't know that it was possible to have such feelings, so painfully incredible.

[enderspawn]

It's alright if u don't wanna answer this cuz this argument gets people really riled up but do you think c!Techno is a tyrant or nah?

Cuz many c!techno apologists argue that he isn't just cuz he's an anarchist but I've also read a lot of essays that go against it and it'd be really interesting to see ur opinion on this

i think he, in some contexts, can most definitely be called tyrannical, yes. a tyrant? no.

to avoid spamming ppl w discourse we've all def heard before (and bc this ended up MASSIVE (like 2.3k ish), but fairly in depth bc i didnt wanna speak out of bad faith and wanted to be EXPLICTLY clear-- oops), the rest will be under readmore

so heres the thing i want to preface: i used to really LOVE c!techno. i joined beginning of s2, right when exile started, and he was arguably my favorite character. since then though i've fallen out with him a LOT, to the point i almost... actively despite him at times (though mainly in a toxic kind of way which i can acknowledge is flawed).

in short, his actions started to speak louder than his words and i lost investment in his personal character struggles because of the actions he took (doomsday was my breaking point. i get feeling angry and betrayed, as well as seeking revenge against lmanberg, but his actions went too far for me to CARE and it hurt so many more characters as well.)

so when i speak, i come from a place of disliking him but also somewhat understanding the position c!techno apologists come from: i used to be one of them myself.

NOW, do i think he's a tyrant? no. for reference in my analysis, i try to look up the definition of terms to make sure they are utilized properly. while "tyranny" and "tyrannical" can have multiple uses, tyrant itself is a more specific term. to combine the top two definitions, a tyrant is referring to "an extremely oppressive, unjust, or cruel absolute ruler (who governs without restrictions, especially one who seized power illegally.)"

techno's position as an anarchist, imo, DOES indeed make him unable to be a tyrant. tyrants are rulers with very clear power over others from a structural way. anarchists are about the lack of structure or power over others and instead viewing the people around you as equals in power.

in forming the syndicate, they very explicitly worked to not designate a leader and instead make it so that no one would have any power over the others systemically. techno may have taken a integral role, yes, but it doesn't make him suddenly "the leader", its a role that wouldve had to be filled by someone (even if it was democratic to decide who to invite, they'd need someone to hand over the invite itself yknow? like no matter WHAT there needed to be A ROLE)

one could argue that he IS a leader in the shadow hierarchy of the syndicate (which, yes, is a real and professional term used in management courses despite sounding like it comes from a 4kids yugioh dub) in that everyone CONSIDERS and looks to him a leader without him having any actual structural basis behind it, but to argue that allows him to be a tyrant is in bad faith i believe. especially because to the people he would be "ruling", he ISNT oppressive, unjust, or cruel. they are his friends and support network and critical for a lot of his personal development (since feelings of betrayal and trust issues are critical to his character and why he acts the way he does). I wish we were able to SEE this develop more, but oh well.

but like i said: tyrant is fairly specific in definition. TYRANNY, and thus TYRANNICAL are not as limited. I've discussed their definitions here. originally, i made that post because i was angry at a take i had seen that claimed that, like you said, because techno was an anarchist and not part of any government or leadership position, he couldn't be tyrannical. to which i heartily disagree.

for something to be tyrannical, they simply must have an overarching/oppressive power over someone or something. it would not be inaccurate if i were to say that something is "under the tyranny" of a concept, because what it means is that something is under the power of another thing/concept. you can frankly call anything tyranny if it is widespread/overarching and you don't like it. mask mandates? tyranny, its forcing me to act in "rigorous condition". hell, theres even such things as tyranny of the majority in which people agree too much on one thing and it gives them unfair power or tyranny of the minority where people with minority opinions have too much power (thats a very grossly oversimplified definition of both, but it covers the base idea well enough for my point)

the point im making above isnt meant to be taken as "anything can be worked to be defined as tyranny thus it is a meaningless claim", it is that tyranny (and again, thus tyrannical) are very open and nonrestrictive terms.

to make it easier to define, alongside the definitions provided i want to add an explicit clause that is (imo) implied in the original definition: tyranny is... well, bad. that is to say if someone has power over a group but literally everyone is fine with it and agrees to it, its not tyranny. thats just a group of people getting along and one happens to have power over another. a leader does NOT equal a tyrant (as discussed above), so leadership should not be equated with tyranny.

thus as an example: wilbur acting as president (before the election) may have been "unelected" with power over his citizens, but no one was upset with that power. thus, he is not a tyrant and not acting tyrannically (as well as the fact his power was, arguably, NOT rigourous or absolute but thats another topic for another time). SCHLATT however IS a tyrant, as his power was absolute (he did not consult his cabinet) and forced people to comply instead of them complying willingly, thus he was acting tyrannically.

now to finally get to the damn point of this essay: where does c!techno lie? honest answer? it depends slightly on your perspective, but it depends a LOT on the future of the syndicate.

techno is incredibly clear in his goals: no governments, no corruption. in fighting with pogtopia, he is actively working to topple a tyranny-- he isn't tyrannical for doing that.

when he strikes out on nov 16th, it is because he opposes them forming a new government. when they oppose him and disagree, he launches an attack against them. is this tyranny? maybe, but probably not. he IS trying to impose his own physical strength and power (as well as his resources) over the others to stop them from doing what HE doesn't want them to do.

however its more nuanced than that:

1. hes lashing out emotionally as well as politically. he feels betrayed by those he trusted and he believed that they would destroy the government then go (i'm ignoring any debates on if he did or did not know that they planned another government, though it is a source of debate). but typically idk about you but i dont call tyranny for someone fighting with another person.

2. he also may be acting with good intent again, in HIS EYES. if tubbo was part of manburg, whos to say he wont be just as bad? he, in his pov, is likely trying to stop another tyrant before they rise.

3. and finally, and tbh the most damning from any perspective: he gives up. he quickly leaves then RETIRES without intent to try and attack again until he is later provoked. tyranny is defined by it not just being power, but power being USED. if he doesn't use his power to try and impose any will, then he's not tyrannical.

Doomsday I am also not going to touch very in depth on for much of the same reasons. My answer is again a "maybe", depending on the weight you personally place on each issue:

1. he's lashing out as revenge for the butcher army and as revenge against tommy for "betraying" him (though this one we explicitly know he was ignoring the fact tommy did not want to go through with it, however he still did trust and respect tommy regardless so his feelings are understandable anyway)

2. he sees new lmanberg as corrupt and tyrannical (which is undeniable: house arrest for noncompliance, exile without counsel, execution without trial, etc), and thus obligated to destroy it

but also, theres the implicit understanding he's doing this to send a message: do not form a government, or else. its a display of force that also works to warn others unless they want a similar fate. phil even explicitly states that he is doing so to send that message, so one could assume techno is doing the same alongside his personal reasoning listed above.

what i just described is the use of a oppressive and harsh (physical) power in order to gain compliance from people (that compliance being 'not making a government'). does that sound familiar? exactly. it follows the definition(s) of tyranny given previously. technoblade is acting in a way that is, by very definition, tyrannical.

so the debate shifts: is he valid in doing so because he is trying to PREVENT corruption and tyranny. like i said, new lmanberg was undeniably corrupt at points. i held nothing against techno for trying to topple manburg, so does that apply to new lmanberg as well? short answer: i dont know. it depends on your specific opinion of what is acceptable. its like the paradox of tolerance: to have a truly tolerant society, you have to be intolerant of intolerance. to have a truly non-tyrannical society, do you need to have a tyranny enforcing it?

personally (and bc im a lmanberg loyalist /hj) i say it is. regardless of the corruption of new lmanberg, they are also giving a threat to EVERYONE. even those who are innocent, they are presented with the exact same threat and rule set: if you make a government, you will be destroyed.

(which, small divergence here, is part of why debating c!techno is so frustrating. so many times you end up hitting a "well it depends on your political views" situation and there ISNT a correct answer there. im here to analyze characters for fun, not debate political theory)

so: the syndicate then. this is where this debate really "took off" and i think its due to one very specific miscommunication about its goals and plans. the syndicate, upon formation, declares itself to stand against corruption and tyranny. when they are found, the syndicate would work to destroy it. so heres the golden question: what do THEY define as corruption and tyranny? if you were to go off c!techno's previous statements, seemingly "any government" is a valid answer. however, he also states he's fine with people just being in groups together hanging together.

what then DEFINES A GOVERNMENT for them? what lines do they have to sort out what does "deserve to be destroyed" and what does "deserve to exist freely"

this is a hypothetical i like to post when it comes to syndicate discourse:

i have a group of people. lets say 5 or so for example. they all live together and build together. any decisions made that would impact the entire group they make together and they must have a unanimous agreement in order to proceed, but otherwise they are free to be their own people and do their own thing. when you ask them, they tell you they are their own nation and they have a very clearly defined government: they are a direct democracy. does the syndicate have an obligation to attack?

there is absolutely no hierarchy present. there is no corruption present. but, they ARE indeed a government. is that then inherently negative? my answer is fuck no (see the whole "difference between a tyrant and a leader" thing above).

but THATS where the issue of this discourse LIES. in some people's eyes, the answer to that is YES. techno's made it clear "no government" is his personal view, but does that spread to the syndicate as a whole? do they act preemptively in case it DOES become corrupt? is it inherently corrupt because its a government, regardless of how it is ruled? the fact of the matter is because of how little we've seen the syndicate work as a SYNDICATE, we don't know that answer. so we're left to debate and speculate HOW they would act.

if the syndicate were to let that government exist, then they are not tyrannical. they are showing that they are working to stop tyranny and corruption, just like in pogtopia again.

if the syndicate were to destroy/attack that government, then they are tyrannical. simple as that. they are enforcing a rule of their own creation without any nuance or flexibility under the threat of absolute destruction.

miscommunication in debates comes, in my opinion, in the above. of course theres more points of nuance. for example:

would the syndicate allow a government like i had described with early lmanberg, where there is an established hierarchy but everyone in the country consents to said leadership? on one hand, there is no tyranny or corruption present which is what they are trying to work against. on the other hand, theres more a possibility of it occuring. perhaps they'd find a middle road between the two binary options of "leave or destroy" i am presenting, such as checking in occasionally to ensure no corruption occurs.

but if they were to destroy it without, for lack of a better word, "giving it a chance" they would be, in my opinion, tyrannical. they would be going aginst their words of opposing corruption and instead abusing their power to gain compliance.

your/others opinions may differ, again it depends on if you see it as worth it to possibly stop future tyranny or if a hierarchy is INHERENTLY a negative thing.

part of the reason so many blog gave up this debate, beyond not getting very clear answers for the syndicate, is because of the nuance present. there. is. no. right. answer. every single person will view it differently, because there is no universally agreed upon truth of right or wrong here. BUT, i hope this helps shed some light on the discussion and my thoughts on it

[zontiky]

okay so i tried to save this ask as a draft and it got deleted because tumblr is just such a functional website like that <3 but the prompt was “the hargreeves as ghosts in the apocalypse with five” or something like that i’m going to scream

this is SUPER long so i’m putting it under the cut hfkjsd

pre-five: the hargreeves siblings are dead. wait i feel a drabble coming on ooh

The Hargreeves siblings are dead.

Ben isn’t very aware of this at first. He’s been dead since 2006 -- he’s quite used to it, by now. What he is aware of, first, is light. Blinding white light. And Vanya, in the middle of it. He doesn’t close his eyes because he can’t feel pain, but if he could he thinks she would have made him blind. There’s light, and heat, and power, and then he closes his eyes anyway because the ceiling is collapsing around him and it’s instinctual.

When he opens them again he sees ash. Ash -- and Klaus.

He’s gotten used to Klaus, too. Klaus has a memorable sort of face; even if he didn’t, Ben has seen it every single day for almost twenty years. He doesn’t know if it’s actually been twenty years, for him. He doesn’t know how time moves for ghosts. Klaus has assured him it moves the same as it does for the living. Ben isn’t sure Klaus, stoned out of his mind, bleeding sluggishly from his arm, knew what he was talking about.

Anyway.

Klaus.

He’s wearing the coat he’s been flaunting around for the past week. His shirt is see-through, with little stars on it, like a pale imitation of the sky. Ben remembers his pants had laces on them, he’s sure they did not a minute ago, before the brightness that threatened to wipe out his very soul -- his soul is all he has left, really. His gaze drifts down anyway, to check.

Yes. Klaus’ pants have laces up the sides.

“No,” Ben says. Klaus is laying in a heap on the ground, his fingers curled like his tendons have been cut.

His lips feel numb because they always feel numb. Because Ben can’t feel at all. He takes a step. “No,” he says again, louder, surer. “No!”

Klaus looks up at him. His makeup is smudged, like it tends to be. His lips are bitten raw, like they tend to be. His hair is a mess, like it tends to be, and like it will be, always, because Klaus isn’t breathing.

Klaus is lying in a heap on the ground. Klaus is standing above his own body. Klaus is reaching for Ben like he’s hoping to touch him for the first time in years. Just when Klaus’ cold, dead, fingers brush his face, a voice from behind says, so quietly, dripping with disbelief: “Ben?”

Ben shuts his eyes and wishes desperately he could cry.

He feels a hand on his shoulder, for the first time in so, so long, but he also doesn’t feel it at all. He feels-but-doesn’t-feel someone turn him around, until they are saying, “Ben? Ben!” and he has no choice but to open his eyes and face the music.

Diego is gripping his shoulders like he is a dying man and Ben is the answer. Behind him, Luther and Allison watch them, stunned silent. Allison’s hands are pressed to her mouth. She looks like she wants to cry. 

And Vanya. Little Vanya, painted white. Her head is hung as her shoulders shake with the weight of the destruction she has so inevitably caused. (Ben would say he always knew she was destined for great things -- but he can’t, because he didn’t.) (Nobody ever said great things had to be good.)

The Hargreeves siblings are dead. Their bodies are strewn across what is left of their childhood home, smouldering and burning, and Ben is very aware of that fact.

righto anyway. so they have an emotional reunion but its also kind of bitter? id have to actually write this for it to make sense so lets skip it for now lol

five shows up

he cannot see them obviously bc theyre all ghosts

god if i did write this it would be such a monster of a fic and would take me like 2 years to finish i already know fhkjdsk

somehow ?? they manage to influence the world around them maybe? idk maybe now that klaus is dead hes sober

or maybe hes high for all eternity?

for the purposes of this au lets say he died sober or in the late stages of withdrawal, and bc ghosts cant feel pain in action hes sober

so EVENTUALLY they figure out how to corporealize bc klaus is like blam wham ghost powers

asdlfk that sounds so stupid im sorry

he would say that tho imho,,, it sounds like something hed say,,,

if i DID write this it would be alternating povs also,,,

ok so out of all of them klaus and ben have the most experience homeless

and while being stuck in an apocalypse is not at all the same thing as being homeless it does help to have some knowledge

five doesnt eat the twinkie!! good for him

dammit okay. theres 2 options we can take here. in the comics five couldnt get back bc he fucked up his math and spent 15 years doing the wrong thing, but if u apply that here, with 6 other ppl checking his work this could be avoided and they end up skipping the whole assassin shtick and just hopping straight back to 2019, ready to prevent the apocalypse

OR five still gets hired for the commission but the sibs are tagging along

i think bc five isnt completely alone in this au unfortunately dolores doesnt exist :((

for each other the 2 paths tho theres also options?? bc they (ghosts) can go back in time and inhabit their past selves bodies? OR they could just,,, cease to exist

IM JUST NOW REALIZING HOW MANY PATHS THIS COULD TAKE,, AAH FUCK

okay gonna split this into parts. this is gonna be so long brace yourselves.

1) they go back in time because math checking and the ghosts swap out for their past selves

after multiple years of being stuck in an apocalypse together i think they would learn to get along with each other. like at least a little bit

which would make it easier for them to prevent the apocalypse

bc theyd:

trust each other more

already know abt the apocalypse and not have to wait for five to grace them all with his knowledge

are working as a team from the very beginning

have open lines of communication

yeah uh. so there

vanya is also already aware of her powers so the whole harold goading her into turning against her family and snapping to wipe out all life on earth thing? yeah that doesnt happen

oh and harold wouldn’t know how to do that in the first place because klaus wouldn’t throw out reggie’s journal! this solves so many problems wtf

there’s still commission issues bc they (and by they i mean five) are on the commission’s radar

so there’s still dope fight scenes sdlkfd pinky promise

okay idk. they stop the apocalypse and everything is okay the end hfkjd

2) they fix the math but only five can go back and the ghosts cease to exist

this is just sad! it would be sad okay! im sad! lets move on

subset of the past one: ben CAN go back with five because he was already dead and time travel affects them differently or something idk

aaaaaa

five & ben dynamic duo would be dope as shit BUT five would not be able to see him... so they use klaus as a middleman fjsdsfd

is there 2 bens? is one ben deleted in favor of the time-traveling ben? i dont know! i dont know my brain is melting

either way shit is happening yall!! obviously klaus is clued in, directly or indirectly it doesnt matter but he is on board the ‘don’t let the entire world end in flames’ train

3) they join the commission and then when five goes back in time they all go back

this is fun because now five is a highly trained assassin who is also lowkey a complete marshmallow for his siblings and once again TEAMWORK WOO

basically the first path but now five has a gun fhsdjk

4) they join the commission but five has to leave them behind and they cease to exist

five with a gun but hes sad now

i didnt go into how much losing his siblings would suck in the prev path but like. it would suck so much. he’s already lost them once if you think about it when he time traveled the first time and yeah he found the adult ghost versions but,, its different

and now suddenly hes stuck with these strange adult versions of the people he knows and he KNOWS them but also he doesnt? at all? they dont have all the years of shared experiences together? and theyre all grown up from the first ‘set’ of siblings he had which for five was like 40+ years ago??

SCREAMS

i have losing my mind disease (self-diagnosed)

subset: five has to leave them behind but they still exist because the commission is out-of-time kind of? idk but they’re still floating around somewhere and come back to impact the plot later or something

yeah idk. literally just wrote them down bc i didnt want them to die^2 hfkjwehd

subset: they still exist but instead of being just Somewhere they’re specifically at the assassination of JFK onwards because thats where five left them and they either go on ghosting and make an appearance in s2 OR they cease because them-wise they havent died yet but that doesnt make sense because ghosts can time travel so nevermind

i dont have the brain energy left to explore this one aaaa

okay jesus christ i think that’s all

I DON’T KNOW. i don’t know. i might write some more of this because honestly it is a very fine flavor of angst + hurt/comfort <3

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moony

a/n: hey look a new series because i got overhwhelmed by in the dark. this will be a self indulgent story so its ok if you dont like it. im trying a new writing style so let me know if its any good. this isnt really edited so read at your own risk. shout out to anyone who can figure out which part of this chapter i inserted after it was done.

chapter 1/? word count: 1628

warnings: none i think. a weeny bit of blood.

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towering trees and bright flowers are all i can see for miles, it was the most beautiful thing ever. mother held my hand, swinging it as we walked along the dimly lit dirt path. "happy birthday my love! how does it feel to be 6 hm?" mothers words are soft and full of love as she looks down at me fondly. "not much differnt, i think im taller maybe?" i screw my face up trying to think if i felt taller or not, i *felt* taller. mother laughed heartly as she looked around us. "youre almost past my hip now! youve definitely gotten taller." mother cooed still looking happily at me. i smiled, i *am* almost past her hip now! i swung her hand even more as we contiuned on our walk. "dad doesnt like to go on these walks does he?" i questioned, looking up at mother. "he doesnt like to get his fancy shoes dirty, Alexander has always been that way" she reasured me softly. the bush in front of us rustled, mother excitedly pulled me down to crouch so we didnt scare the critter moving towards us. i wiggled excitedly, hoping it would be a bunny. "stay still. maybe its a deer" mother whispers into my ear. the rustling get louder before a dirty tired looking man stumbles out. mother pulled me up harshly and hid me behind her. i tried to peek out at the man but she shoved me behind her again. i suddenly remebered what day it was, the full moon. i clutched to mothers shirt as she put a hand on my shoulder.

"can i help you sir? you look ill" mothers voice is shakey but firm. "now that you ask... i do need help"

im on my back on the floor, its uncomfortable and bumpy. my hands are wet and warm, it feels gross and sticky.i raise my hands to my face, theyre red? i turn my head to see if mother knows whats happening and... the man is on top of her, his teeth digging into her neck. shes screaming, crying, "m-mom?"

"mom?" i whisper but im not in that forest anymore, im on my bed in my room. i look around my room, at the posters and drawings on my wall that i made myself, at my trunk and bag near my door. it takes me a second to register the knocking at my door. "andi we need to go" a sandy haired man says softly as he pushes through my door. its just remus, im safe. i push myself up to sit on the edge of my bed and run my hand through my messy curls. "are you alright sweetheart?" remus- dad, asks me softly. "nightmare" i mumbled sleepily. he sighs and sits down next to me. he rubs circles against my back. "its always worse after the full moon, give yourself some patient love" dad said softly, he knew i wouldnt actually give myself time to bounce back. it was frustrating to admit i needed time to heal, i didnt like admitting i was differnt. dad sighed and kissed my forehead gently "get dressed, you can eat at the weasleys, molly will have plenty of food for you"

i pull my t-shirt and worn jeans on and try desperatley to make my hair less of a mess. i dragged my trunk downstairs towards dad who was waiting patiently at the door. "ready? molly will have some ointments for you when you get there."

"i double checked this time" i chuckle, more than once ive forgotten something important, my school supplies werent exactly cheap so that wasnt exaclty ideal. dad chuckled and looped his arm through mine and, with a loud pop, we landed at the burrow. my second home! i live here as often as i do at dads house. it was the most brilliant house ive ever been too.

the door flew open and two lanky twins came flying towards me. fred and george collided with me, hugging me tightly. i giggled squeezing them tightly. Remus put his hand on my shoulder “I’ll see you at the train station, be safe” and with a pop he was gone.

“He never comes inside” a sweet voice came from the doorway. A plump woman was looking fondly at the three teens. She opened her arms wide, beckoning me forward. i smiled and wrapped my arms around molly. “Hello dear” she cooed into my hair. Molly pulled back and looked me over, cupping my face and turned it side to side, examining the new cuts and bruises i donned. She hummed

“Ginny! Ron! Come here!” Molly shouted as she pulled me inside, the twins following.

“She’s going to coddle you” Fred whispered into my ear with a little chuckle. i rolled my eyes as i followed molly into the kitchen where Ron and Ginny had just rushed in.

“Andi!” Ginny bounded towards me wrapping her arms around me and hugged me like it had been years since the last time she had seen me. Ginny had always looked up to me like an older sister ever since she could speak. i hoisted Ginny up and into my arms spinning her around. god i loved the weasleys, every one of them, including percy.

“I’m a little offended you didn’t do that for us” George huffed feigning hurt.

“Yeah come on andi, I thought we were your favourite” Fred added, mimicking his twin.

“Now when did I say that boys” i teased as i plopped Ginny back on the floor. The twins rolled their eyes before throwing their arms over my shoulders. the twins did this to me so often, we were always joined at the hip in some way.

“I dunno I just have a sneaking suspicion that you like us” the boys said in unison. i snickered and gave Ron a happy “hello”

“Now now boys don’t be too rough on her” molly scolded shooing the twins off of me. i sighed, Molly always had a tendency to treat me like i was fragile. “Oh come on mum it’s not like we’re throwing her around” Fred whined. “We could if you wanted” George whispered. The trio had learned early on that the best way to annoy the younger groups was to mock flirt with each other. After awhile it became an inside joke that the three found hilarious. Much to everyone’s dismay.

“Come on andi let me clean you up” Molly’s words are sweet but insistent. i know better than to argue with molly over this stuff. Molly is a excellent healer and it would be stupid to deny her help. i looked over at the twins who are grinning ear to ear, they did warn me i suppose. i rolled my eyes once more before following molly to the living room. i sit down on the sofa the twins and i often crowd. It was far too small for three lanky teens. Molly began rustling in a little bag near a bookshelf. She was humming a song and shaking to a tune only she could hear. Ah ha! Molly exclaimed as she pulled out a little jar full of white paste.

“This will help it heal a little faster, it won’t keep it from scarring unfortunately” molly starts excitedly before mumbling off the last part. i knew this, magic was wonderful but it couldn’t prevent scarring in most situations. i had more scars than i cared to count. Molly cupped my face as she smeared the paste over my wounds, i winced slightly. no matter if it had numbing ingriedents or not, this part always hurt

“I know it hurts, just breathe” molly humed. “Do you have anymore?” Molly questions looking me over. “You know the answer to that question” i chuckled dryly as i stood pulling my shirt up with me. Revealing a bandage stretching across my stomach.

Molly sighed, she hated seeing her kids hurt, not that Andi was her kid but it certainly felt like it. Molly peeled the bandage off slowly trying desperately to keep it from hurting too much.

i shuddered biting back tears as i felt the bandage pull healed skin with it.

The twins were watching from the doorway as molly tended to Andi. They knew what Andi looked like after full moons but they never got used to the gashes and bruises she dawned afterwards. Fred turned away, he felt sick to his stomach, he loved Andi, he wished he could take this from her. She didn’t deserve it.

Molly patched andi's stomach up once more and pulled her shirt down over it.

“Put this on your face twice a day and I’ll help you with your back until you go to school then then ask one of your friends to help” molly instructed waving her finger at me to enunciate her words.

“Yes ma’am” i mock soluted, i knew how much that annoyed her. i turned towards the door way and gave George a lopsided grin and peeked past him at Fred who was leaning against a counter.

“Want to show me what your letters talked about?” i said my tone dripping with mischief. The twins faces lit up as they grabbed my hands and dragged me up the stairs, giggling like kids the whole way to their room.

“What are you three planning??” Molly shouted up the stairs. She knew those three were troublemakers at heart. They had been since they met when they were 7. Remus needed help with Andi after a rough full moon and the rest is history. The three of them managed to turn rons teddy bear into a spider once.

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Silent Nightmares (Pt.2)

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The thing Emile did the most often and felt the guiltiest about in the camp, was sleeping. Patton had told him dozens of times that it didnt matter and he'd been on his own since the apocalypse started so if he needed to spend most of his time resting it was ok, but it didnt feel right.

Even when he knew there were people in the camp who did nothing but talk to the others, it still didnt feel right that he couldnt do anything to help.

But he'd stopped bringing this up fairly quickly, mostly out of fear that they'd kick him out for bringing up how useless he was so often.

"Eeeemmmmm, its wake up tiiiiimmmmeeee," Emile shuddered as he felt a gentle nudge on his side and rolled over in bed, blinking a few times before realizing it had been Remus who woke him up.

"You have practice today, sound fun?" Remus said as Emile wriggled his way out of bed.

"Yeah, by the way what was all that noise last night? I thought I heard someone screaming?" Emile said, raising an eyebrow at Remus as he went to change.

"Oh that was just one of the other campers, some of us get a little jumpy yeah?" Remus said.

"Oh- that makes sense-" Emile said, thinking for a few moments.

"Oh and keep that binder off for today, you've been wearing it for much to long and doing stuff like this with it on is going to hurt," Remus said, Emile's face went scarlet.

"You knew?" He said quietly.

"I have to tell Roman at least five times a day to take breaks from his," Remus said with a shrug.

"Ok- fine- I'll take it off," Emile sighed, waiting for Remus to leave the room so he could change.

Emile had never been to the training grounds before, he wasnt entirely sure what to expect, but what he did find certainly wouldnt have matched.

"Theres two training rooms, one with simulation-based activities so you can practice without getting hurt or risking trauma exposure, and another one with real obstacles, and real weapons," Remus said as he came to stand next to Emile.

"What kind of obstacles?" Emile asked.

"Sometimes we try and keep zombies that we think we can save, our scientists have been working on a cure for a while, but it doesnt always have the expected results, and normally I'm against 'putting things out of their misery', but the things a failed cure can do to these corpses. . . A second death is the merciful option," Remus continued.

"Wait. . . You said there were some you had to kick out, does that mean they're just in the labs?" Emile asked.

"Yeah, our head scientists are Logan and King, me and Roman's older brother, they've been working on a cure, but they refuse to test it on old members of the camp," Remus said, still sounding mildly dismayed.

"Were you close with a lot of them?" Emile said quietly.

"One was basically a brother to me, or more accurately brother-in-law, Roman and King are still distraught about it," Remus responded.

"Oh dear. . ." Emile whispered, running his fingers through Remus' hair.

"But let's not dwell on it now- you've got training to do," Remus said, shaking his head.

"We'll start you off with terrain obstacles, I've seen the look on your face when you hear gunshots," Remus said, Emile shuffled his feet slightly.

"Hey theres no reason to be ashamed of it, weve got at least two other campers who can barely even hear about guns without breaking down, you're not a failure for disliking them," Remus said.

"Let's just- get to the training-" Emile replied hastily.

"Alright, gloves on first, I know you like to maneuver with your hands and I'd rather you not give yourself frostbite or a bloody palm," Remus said, gesturing to a table. Emile walked over and slipped on a pair of gloves, they were warm and soft, he debated keeping them when the training session ended.

"Alright, first up, gravel and ice," Remus said, gesturing to a nearby surface, Emile could see sharp grays speaking out from the white snow.

"Now we'll be using fans to mimic heavy winds, so dont get to confident, just because a surface is relatively flat doesnt mean it's easy to conquer," Remus said, pulling out a remote.

"Alright, whenever you're ready," Remus said as the fan began to start up.

Emile took a few breaths, even from so far back he could feel a push from the fan, so, he dropped to the ground, and scrambled forward, latching on to the larger gray rocks to keep from being pushed away.

"Alright now back to me!" Remus called, louder now that Emile was on the other end of the terrain. The trip back was a lot easier, since the wind was pushing him in the right direction.

They carried on with wind-based obstacles for a while, until Remus decided it was time to move a step up.

"How good are you with climbing?" Remus asked, Emile's eyes scanned the various makeshift hills and climbing walls.

"Not sure, I've never really done it before, but I like the idea of it," Emile replied.

"Dont worry, I'll catch you if something happens, I promise," Remus said, Emile shivered slightly.

He did well for a while, until he got to the highest part of the cliffs, and then he felt his foot slip.

And then he was falling, and everything felt distant, he shut his eyes, wishing yet again that he couldve had his wings in reality.

And then he woke up laying down, a few hours later from what he'd seen on the clock.

"Oh thank gods-" Emile blinked as he heard Remus' voice.

"Emmy I'm so sorry- I cant believe I so stupid! Oh gods I'm such a failure i cant believe i let this happen-" Emile reached a hand out and grasped Remus'.

"But I'm alive arent I? The cushions you set out still worked didnt they?" Emile replied.

"Emile you broke your leg," Remus said frantically.

"I- what?" Emile attempted to sit up, only to let out a loud squeak as the aforementioned leg began shooting pain through his body.

"Dont move- itll get worse if you move-" Remus said.

"How long do I have to stay here?" Emile whispered.

"We're going to have to amputate it, you'll stay here for a week or two before you can get back out," Remus said, burying his head in his hands.

"Remus. . ." Emile continued speaking in softer tones.

"This wasnt supposed to happen! It's a training simulation!" Remus droned on.

"Remus!" Emile's tone took a sudden sharp turn, startling Remus out of his hands.

"Mistakes happen. This is an apocalypse. Zombies arent the only things capable of losing limbs. I'll be fine! I promise!" Emile replied, holding Remus' face in his hands.

"You're not upset?" Remus replied.

"I mean sure I'll miss the leg, but no, I'm not upset with you," Emile said, smiling before laying back down, resting a hand in Remus' palm.

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Hang ‘Em High {Arthur Morgan x FemOC} Chapter 11

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x FemOC Summery: Belle Hawthorne is high society looking to escape her mean husband. A robbery by the Van Der Linde gang could be her chance. Can she escape his cluches and possibly discover what love should feel like?

Warnings: Violence and attemped sexual assault/rape. Its not graphic but ive put * at the begining and end of that part if you want to miss it out. 

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The minutes that passed felt like hours or maybe it had been hours since these men took me. With no idea which direction they were going, I tried desperately to hear my surroundings for some clue to where I currently was, the busy sounds of a nearby town perhaps? Maybe the call of local birds that habited certain states. I couldn’t hear anything apart from the rush of hooves and a body of water that was crossed. My body aching from the constant movement. Not to mention I was flung over the back of this horse like a dead buck. All I could hope for was that one of the others saw me being taken, that they were following not far behind. Either that or the hope that whatever they were needing me for would have a swift ending, no matter what ending that would be. I doubted but hoped. Hope was all I had on me.

The horses came to a slow and then stopped, other voices could be heard in the distance. I was dragged off the horse and carried. Squirming in the man’s relentless grasp done nothing as he took me inside a building and then dropping me in a heap on the floor. My wrists burned as I tried to pull myself up to sit, pushing myself back with my feet till my back hit a wall. I heard a faint giggle before the hood was pulled off. Squinting at the sudden brightness before making out two figures stood before me, towering. Their rotten teeth showing through their sickening smirks.

“You gunna behave? Be a good little girl for us?” The larger man said as he crouched in front of me. I couldn’t will any words to escape, tears staining my cheeks and my whole body shaking in fear.

“Look, she’s shaking like a little rabbit.” The man laughed, causing the other man to cackle. “I like it when they are scared.” He continued, lifting his hand to my soaked cheek

“Don’t touch me!” It was nothing more than a squeak despite trying my best to sound intimidating. The man laughed again.

“She does speak,” He proceeded to remove his hand from my face and onto my knee “I wonder w-” I didn’t give him a chase to finish as I brought my knee up and kicked him in the chest, causing him to fall back slightly. His eyes changed to one of fury. The man behind him with his hand now hovering over his holstered pistol. Before I could react the man stood up, breathing heavily. His boot then connected with my head, toppling me over onto my side in a heap, crying out in pain. Another kick, this time to my gut, screaming out again in my haze, the corners of my vision going blurry. A feeling of trickling cooling liquid falling across my face as my vision got darker and darker.

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The general store owner in Rhodes didn’t expect to be threatened and then interrogated by two groups of strangers that day. The look of fear on his face as Arthur and Charles entered the store looking for Bella gave it away. But with a gun in his face as he backed up into the corner it didn’t take long for him to reveal that she had been taken by a group of Irish sounding men. Arthur and Charles shared a look of understanding before leaving the store in haste. Making their way back to camp to pick up another gun. Three men took her, but there was a possibility there would be more. There was always a pack when O’Driscolls were involved. It didn’t take long for Charles to pick up the multiple horse tracks making their way out of Rhodes and heading north towards the Heartlands, then west. The tracks avoided the roads as much as possible, keeping to untouched dirt which made the tracks easier to follow. They lost the tracks once they hit the Dakota River. They searched for the continuation of the tracks along the river now on West Elizabeth ground before deciding to search the area more widely. Passing a small cabin with a barn with no one in sight. They pushed on, searching the tree lines and the possibility of another cabin or hideout. It was a few hours till they came upon a cabin a bit further north of the river. Hidden by the surrounding trees but a fire visible from afar even in the dying light as the sun began to make its descent beyond the distant mountains.

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My head throbbed and pulsed with pain. Opening my eyes I’m met with almost darkness. The sun setting or rising, I had no idea. The stench of sweat and iron filled my nose, the distant cheers of drunken men could be heard just beyond the door. I tried to sit up again but my legs wouldn't move. I couldn't move them. So I just laid there, my mind going a million miles a second, looking around me for another door or an open window. My heart racing from the realisation that I couldn’t get out of this. Hopeless. The one-roomed cabin was in disarray. A table and chairs in the centre, a stove along with a log fire to the left of it. An empty bookcase to the right beside the window and a chest just a few feet to my right. The floor was littered with empty bottles and stains.

 The door slammed open, making me jump. The two men from before stumbling their way inside, clearly drunk. I was helpless as they made their way over, pulling me upright by my bound arms till I was upright. His face so close to mine I could smell the whiskey on his wretched breath. Turning my head away from the stench he grabbed my cheeks, forcing me to face him.

“I gotta punish you properly for kicking me, missy.” He slurred. I didn't have time to think before he landed another punch to my gut and then to my face, leaving me no time to recover before bringing his balled-up fist down again. My stomach convulsing and the side of my face throbbing.

“Tom. He said anywhere but her face.”

No, no, no.

It couldn’t be.

I wasn’t just a random victim. They knew who I was the second I walked up those steps to the store.

I tried to pull myself away. My body simultaneously burning with fear and the overwhelming push to do whatever it takes to escape. Mustering whatever strength I had left to keep moving, no matter what it took, no matter how much it hurt. Before I could even make it a few feet I was stopped in my tracks with a pull on my scalp, pulling me back and upwards, shouting at the sudden pain from my hair being pulled so harshly. His grip not relenting as he continued to pull me away from the wall and further into the centre of the room. Kicking my bound legs frantically as I tried to break free from the burning the pull was causing. He hoisted me up onto my feet, his face now in mine and his rancid breath once again in my face as he held onto my hair and my tied wrists. That’s when I realised, death would be my only other option. And I’d gladly take it.

Ceasing my movements I looked straight into his face, unable to see anything but sickening joy in his eyes. So I spat at him. With a smile on my face and a hope that that would push him to put a few bullets in me. But it was fleeting. He wiped his face with the hand previously gripping my wrists then collided his head with mine. My legs buckled beneath me, vision blurring, earing ringing and my head throbbing in agony.

I lost all power within me as I felt another pair of hands on my ankles. The other man cutting the rope. Trying to kick my failing legs I was turned to face him. What he said was nothing but incoherent mumbles, my ears filled with deafening ringing. He brought the knife to my chest just above my bouse, the pressure so light my nerves didnt sing out in pain. Then he sliced down, ripping the layers of cloth along and my flesh. Screaming out as I felt the burning from my sternum to my waist, warm liquid accompanying it. Then I was ushed face-first onto the table beside me. * The buzzing in my ears fading momentarily to hear laugher from the man holding me down as he told the other to get the other boys in line so they can all have a go. Then I felt his free hand latch onto the top of my pants, squirming as he began to pull mercilessly. His body covering mine as he pressed me harder and harder into the table. Crushing me while his hands roamed over my thighs. I was beyond hope, beyond any chance to break free. It seems death only comes to those that don’t wish for it. So I gave up the fight, tears flowing freely with my eyes clenched shut. Willing my mind to take me somewhere else till this was over. Willing my body to feel nothing but numb. * My mind filled with memories of my childhood; secretly getting drunk with my girlfriends in the stables. My brothers teaching me how to climb trees. Me and my father coming home after a successful hunt. My mother delicately brushing though my hair after getting it covered in dirt. The life draining from Franks eyes with Arthurs knife plunged into his chest, my grip on the handle. Waking up at the campfire with my head on Arthurs shoulder.

The clattering sound of a loaded holster hitting the cabin floor pulled me back. But it was the not so distant sounds of gunfire that made my body stiffen again. We both halted as we stared at the door. The consistent sounds relighting the hope that had been extinguished only moments ago. Please let it be them.

“Shit!” he shouted as the distant shots got louder and louder. Shouts from the men outside quickly quietening one by one.

Unable to tear my eyes away from the door ahead.

The door burst open with a kick, a silhouette in the fading light now in its place. But I couldn’t make out who it was. If I knew them. If they knew me.

Pulled from the table and further back into the cabin, the mans grip still as brutal as he pulled me backwards and into my knees in front of him.

His staggering breath against the side of my face as we both stared at the figure. My eyes trying to focus.

The figure raised his pistol as he spoke

"Let her go." The unmistakable raspy voice spoke out in a sense of calmed urgency.

A snicker and a low sickening laugh filled my ears “Not ‘appening buddy,” he said as a hand wrapped around my throat. Tightening.

“Ya will havta shoot through her to get to me.” he laughed again.

Another figure emerged at the door with their gun raised and pointed straight at us.

Opening my mouth to shout or scream, to gasp for air as his hand tightened around my throat. My hands coming up instinctively to claw at his fingers, my lungs screaming for air. As I pulled relentlessly I felt a sharp pain in my ankle, not paying any mind as the rest of my body was throbbing and aching. But this pain was sharp, not dull.

The knife.

 I dropped my hands, reaching for the inside of my boot as quickly as possible and praying he was too preoccupied with the two others slowly making their way forwards into the small cabin. Their spurs on the wood floor and my strangled cry for air being the only sound the fill the area. I pulled the handle, far enough to grip it completely in both hands. My vision, still blurry, now darkening around the edges. I pushed myself to the side, letting gravity do the work as I twisted the knife upwards and drove it up beside my head with whatever meagre strength I had left.

Resistance. Then the familiar feeling of warm fresh blood covered my hands.

Dropping to the floor I wheezed for breath, my vision still darkening. Flashes of light and shots the only things that kept me from slipping.

Gentle hands were on me in an instant. Voices gradually fading back and becoming more clear with every burning breath that filled my lungs.

“Bella! Bella, can you hear me?”

“Arthur?” I wheezed

“Yeah darlin it’s me. Yer safe now.” He lifted me in his arms then my hands were cut free. All thoughts of my current state and decency out of my mind. My senses still foggy and the overwhelming urge to sleep overcoming me as I tried to keep my eyes open.

“I - I thought-”

“Shh it’s okay,” he soothed, moving some hair out of my face. My body groaned in protest as he gently snaked his arms under my legs and lifted me to him as he stood. I didn’t think I’d have the energy to cry again, but the tears flowed freely once more. This time in relief.

“Let’s get you home.”

@kashasenpai​

[jslittlebirdie]

I saw your most recent post and I had to say something. I'm sorry if my tone comes off as rude, angel!

I just...dont believe J is annoyed with you. He cant be. He loves you and wants you to be near him and there's nothing you can do about it cuz he cares about you.

If he didnt love you, he wouldnt. But he does. He totally does! Because you are his birdie!

I wish I had better words to tell you. Best I got I'd just that...J loves you. He doesnt think you're annoying, and when you find the words to gush about him, he'll see it and smile.💜

Omg, this doesn't sound rude at all! On the contrary! I'm 🥺🥺 Your kind words make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside🥺💜 Thank you so incredibly much!!

It's just, I don't know why, but I can't get rid of the thought of annoying J with how clingy I can be sometimes. When I wish for him to hug or cuddle me or something. And also, because if I could, I would tell him every single day how much I love him🥺 But somehow I think he wouldn't want to hear me say this - actions speak louder than words and everything. But I guess it's just part of my love language that I want to say it out loud too. And I mean it every time I say it. From the bottom of my heart💜💜

Omg, I'm so incredibly silly!🙄 Just ignore my stupid ramblings😅🙈 But the thought that my words would make him smile makes me melt into a puddle lmao🤣 My silly little heart is just so full of love for him💜

Thank you so much for this lovely ask, darling. You have no idea how much this means to me❤️ I love you so much and I hope you have a very wonderful day/night💖💖

[hyperfixatinglove]

The tabloids were spouting lies again. Frank West scoffed as he saw some sensational but utterly false claim about him and his sweeheart once again. Fame came with a price, he had known that. But the fact that she was dragged into this gossip mongering made his blood boil. The photojournalist didnt care what was written about him,they could call him washed up loser all they wanted.

He lifted his head from his own computer when he heard rapid tapping of keyboard again. His darling was once again checking the news about them. His furrowed brows relaxed and he let out sad deep sigh from the deepest part ofhim. He wished he could make her stop worrying, she was always worrying herself to the ground.

”Anna, I’ll close them for you if you don’t.” He muttered as he hugged her slumped form from behind, earning weak chuckle from his girlfriend. No answer. Famous man took it upon himself to reach for the mouse and started deleting her thousand open tabs again. His tiny girlfriend let out dissatisfied whine and turned silent. Frank knew she was pouting now.

”No use seeing that crap.” He argued as he kept deleting them.

”It’s just- they keep telling the same things-” She tried to argue her hands motioning wildly in her usual way.

”You and I both know those are lies. I’m giving you gifts because it makes you happy.”

”You should stop that.” She muttered quietly, her mood still down and affected by the words she had read.

”No can do babe.” Frank said and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

”They keep calling me your dumb trophy wife-” Anna said, her voice louder now and with angry tone.

”You’re not dumb. There’s more types of intelligence than one and being bad at one area does not mean you’re stupid.” Photojournalist reassured her and squeezed her closer as if their odies werentalready pressed tohether as close as possible for comfort.

”You actually are kind for once.” His girlfriend teased him, he could tell he mood was somewhat improved now.

”I’m always kind to you.”

Placing a kiss to her forehead he quietly decided to spoil her with kisses and video games tonight.

”We know who we are, as couple and as individuals. That’s enough. You can’t please everyone.” Frank whispered to her ear as he slowly drew circles on her cute plump stomach.

Anna muttered his name as she grapped his hand with both of her own in such delicate and loving hold Frank was still unsure how to react even after months of dating.

”You’re right. It’s no use worrying about others image of you. Especially if they keep stubbornly clinging to it.”

She muttered and bought his hand to her lips and kept it there and at that caused even Frank to blush so badly he might have nosebleed soon.

”Thanks Frankie. I love you.”

He barely managed to answer.

”I love you too.”

[imma-new-soul]

Friend to the Bride

Summary: When your friend Natasha is finally getting married she introduces you to everyone whose going to be a part of the wedding. When she introduces you to her friend Bucky things get a bit interesting

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Natasha x Steve, Wanda, Scott, Sam, Thor, Shuri, Hope, Pepper, Tony (platonic)

Warning: probably spelling error cause I didnt proof read

Words: 3k (oops sorry not sorry)

It was nearly 6:30am and your plans to sleep in for once was interrupted by an annoying knock on the door. You grabbed the pillow from under you covering your face trying to block out the sound of the knocking but it just became louder and more frequent. Throwing the sheet that covered your body off and aside you placing your feet into the slippers you had kicked off before hopping into bed last night. 

Shuffling lazily through the living room you arrived at the door. Whoever was at the door was very persistent in their attempt to get you out of bed. Swinging the door open you were greeted by a way to energetic, Way to a wake Natasha Rominoff. Although she was your bestfriend you wanted to kill her for taking the only day you could get some well needed rest away from you. 

“I called like a million times what were doing?” She said shaking her phone in your face 

“ I was trying to sleep in like a normal person does on their day off, only psychos like you are up this early Nat” you say walking to the kitchen to start to make a fresh pot of coffee. Natasha grabs the pot from your hand and places it on the counter behind her. 

“Get ready we’re going dress shopping, we can pick up some coffee on the way over” she says pushing you towards your room.

About 4 months ago Steve finally asked Natasha to marry him and it was about time they were dating for 5 years and everyone figured it would never happen, even Natasha had her doubts. ever since then Nat has been going crazy planning everything herself. Her wedding dress was already picked out and she was so excited to start looking for dresses for all her bridesmaids. last week you went with her when she finally said yes to the dress and you balled your eyes out because she just looked so stunning. 

You couldn’t protest and beg her to let you crawl back in bed no matter how much you wanted to,  Besides you were her maid of honor and knew you couldn’t skip out on this. Nat waited for you on the couch while you got ready. Finally you stepped out in a gorgeous summer dress, hair in perfect curls, and pretty white wedges. 

You decided to take Nat’s car because you were to tired to drive anyway. After getting your well needed coffee you arrived at the dress shop at around 7:30am. 

“So why do we have to be here so early?” You say stepping out of the car.

“Because it’s the only reservation I could get, This place is ALWAYS booked. Now hurry up everyone’s already here waiting for us” Nat said rushing out of the parking lot heading to the entrance of the shop.

Even though you haven’t met all of Natasha’s friends you met some of the girls a few times throughout the years and they adored you. They thought it was cute how quiet and shy you were, Wanda and Shuri took an especially strong liking to you always making sure you felt comfortable and included.

 Walking into the shop you spotted the rest of the bridesmaids right away and they all got up hugging you and Natasha and took their seats back on the couch. Hope, Wanda, Pepper, and Shuri all beaming with excitement, everyone couldn’t wait to pick out their dresses. The dress shop was beautiful and way bigger than you expected. One side has gorgeous dresses hanging from the racks and a few mannequins wearing stunning gowns and on the other side was a giant red curtain dividing the room but you didn’t quite know what was on the other side. 

After about an hour everyone picked out their dresses and was already fitted, it couldn’t have gone any smoother you thought smiling at how happy Natasha was. After everyone was changed into their original clothes Natasha sighed and grabbed your hand leading you through the curtain to a separate room and the rest of the girls joined a few seconds later. The room you were now in look similar to the one before but the dresses were replaced with suits and tuxedos. Steve and a group of men you never seen before were scattered around the shop some still in their street clothes and some in there suits. You figured these must be his best-friends and groomsmen and clenched your awkwardly coming to the realization that you now had to meet new people when you were just getting use to Natasha’s friends. 

The rest of the bridesmaids walked past you greeting the men, hugs and laugher exchanged for a few minutes until Nat pulled you over so she could introduce you to the guys. You already knew Steve so there was no need for introductions. She swung her hand around Steve’s waist and started to call out their names. “This is Scott, Tony. Sam, Thor, and Bucky, everyone this is my Maid of Honor y/n” she said each of them turning to look at you.

Scott stepped towards you bringing you into a surprising, tight hug and you giggled a little hugging him back

Thor gave you a wide smile bowing his head a bit “Nice to meet you Lady y/n” he said in a low deep voice 

Sam reached out for your hand and placed a small kiss on the back of it, winking at you 

Tony was to busy checking himself out in the mirror to pay you much attention 

Lastly Bucky stepped forward towards you extending his hand out for a handshake but not making any eye contact with you. You noticed his hand was soft but sweating a bit and he cleared his throat before walking away awkwardly keeping his eyes on the floor. 

You had to admit they were a strange group of individuals but the way everyone talked and laughed with each other you knew they were one big happy dysfunctional family who loved one another to death and you wished you had something like that for yourself. After a few minutes everyone settled in waiting for the rest of the men to try on here suits. Sam strudder out of the dressing room confidently in an all black fitted suit and shiny flat black shoes. He smiled sticking out his tongue and did a dramatic spin so everyone could see him. You couldn’t help but laugh at his actions and everyone joined in clapping and whistling feeding his ego a bit. 

A few seconds later and Bucky came out in the same all black suit. His large shoulders and arms wrapped in the black material and as he turned to look in the mirror you couldn’t help but notice how good his butt looked in those pants. The suit fit him perfectly hugging just the right spots and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Natasha looked over her shoulder to see you practically drooling over Bucky, she smiled and went back to talking to Steve. 

When you were done in the shop Nat and Steve invited everyone over for lunch at their house and everyone one accepting their offer and got into their separate cars. On the ride over Natasha took one hand off the steering wheel smacked your thigh lightly to get your attention. 

“You know Bucky is single” she said smirking keeping her eyes on the road. 

“So.. what does that have to do with me?” You said squinting your eyes

“ C'mon y/n I saw the way you were looking at him” she said holding back her smile

“I don’t know what you mean” you said back to her

“Don’t give me that If your jaw was any more open it would have touched the floor” she was now smiling at you containing her laughter 

Your cheeks blushed bright, she wasn’t wrong but you hoped no one noticed. You sat there in the passenger seat not really knowing what to say feeling so embarrassed you wanted to sink right into the seat.

“Just promise me you’ll try to talk to him y/n he’s a sweet guy I think you’ll really like him.” Nat said hoping you’d say yes. You sighed a little rolling your eyes.

“ Fine I’ll try to talk to him, but I’m not making any promises.” You said finally giving her what she wanted to hear. Nat smiled childishly giving herself a mental pat on the back.

Lunch at Steve and Nat’s was a blast all of their friends were so funny and made you feel welcomed. After the meal, some people were crowded around the couch watching a rom-com that Wanda picked out and others broke off to their own little groups. You saw Bucky leaning against the wall and turned to look at Natasha nervously, she gave you a nod and you took that as her way of telling you to go for it, so you did. You walked towards Bucky till you were standing right infront of him. You had no idea what you were going to say so you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind.

“Hi I’m y/n” you said 

“Yeah I remember.. Natasha’s Friends” Bucky said in a friendly tone 

You wanted to slap yourself, of course he knew your name Nat already introduce you. You wanted out of this conversation already and it had just begun.

“Yeah” you said awkwardly nodding your head 

“ umm so how do you know Nat?” He said trying to keep the conversation going. 

“ We went to the same high school she was pretty much the only person I talked to my whole 4 years.” You said not realizing that that sounded kind of pathetic but you went on to ask Bucky how he knew Steve and he replied saying that he couldn’t remember a time where he didn’t know Steve and you found it sweet that their still so close. Surprisingly Bucky was very easy to talk to, he asked you lots of questions and you were more than happy to answer them. The two of you actually had a lot in common. He loved reading and science and watching old movies ,all the things Nat use to tease you about saying it was geeking. 

You couldn’t believe you could talk to someone who was so hot and be able to not make a complete fool out of yourself. After a few hours of talking with Bucky you started to see him as more than just a pretty face, he was interesting and sweet and very respectful. Somehow the conversation turned to a discussion about your relationship status and you couldn’t hide the blush on your cheeks 

“So are you taking anyone as your date to the wedding?” Bucky asked cautiously 

“ No I have too much stuff to help Natasha with I mean it’s not like I have anyone to go with anyway.” You say looking down and away from Bucky 

“Yeah I don’t either, if that makes you feel any better.” Bucky said laughing lightly and placing a hand you upper arm. 

Your heart started to beat fast and your skin started to heat up at his touch. You giggled a little with him trying not to let him notice how his touch was affecting you. You felt crazy for it but just in these few hours you were developed really strong feelings for Bucky. It was getting late and everyone was starting to head out and so was Bucky which disappointed you cause it felt like you could talk to him forever. So he said his goodbye to you giving you a quick hug, sliding one hand around your waist and leaning into you. The warmth of his body and smell of his cologne set tingles all down your spine. You signed and frowned to yourself watching him leave Steve and Nat’s house before you remembered a few minutes before he left he asked for your phone putting his number in it and telling you to text him whenever you wanted someone to talk to.

A few weeks past and the wedding was tomorrow. Bucky and you texted everyday, it wasn’t anything flirty you just talked about work and errands and the wedding of course. You were so excited to finally see your best friend get married but first you had the rehearsal dinner tonight that you had to attend. You were more than nervous, this was the first time you were going to see Bucky in weeks. It took you 3 hours to get ready trying to make sure you look your absolute best.

Arriving at the venue a little after Natasha you where in awe. Everything was already set up for tomorrow morning and it was breathtaking. When everyone arrived the first thing you had to do was practice your walk down the aisle with your partner. Nat figured it’ll be fine to not rehearse any of this till today because she knew no one needed much practice walking in a straight line. All the bridesmaids and groomsmen took their place wrapping their arms around their partners arms waiting for the queue. You were a bit confused you didn’t have a partner until you felt Bucky’s arm wrap around yours. 

“Hey y/n” he said with a million dollar smile. You could just melt right now! 

“Hi… umm you’re my partner?” You said a bit confused as to why he never mentioned it to you when you two had texted all those nights.

“Yea I’m Steve’s best man Natasha told me to keep it a secret, that it was a surprise for some reason.” He said still smiling at you.

You snapped your head around to see Nat waving and smiling at you giggling like a little kid. You wanted to scold her but you couldn’t contain your smile. The music started right away and as the couples started to walk Bucky leaned down to your ear 

“You look beautiful” he said leading down the aisle not giving any time to respond. 

You blushed the whole way down the aisle and you were pretty sure everyone noticed. The rest of the rehearsal went perfectly and as everyone sat at the tables to eat your mouth hurt from how much you smiled. Bucky sat right beside you telling jokes and funny stories. God he’s so perfect you thought to yourself as he went on and on. A few minutes into the meal you felt Bucky’s knee graze against yours and you bit your lip trying not to smile. Steve and Natasha was talking to everyone about the plans they had made for their honeymoon when you felt Bucky’s hand reach out and grab yours that you had resting on your lap. Your heart pounded in your chest and you let your smile spread across your face. He held your hand the whole dinner as he talked to you about any and everything 

When dinner was over, everyone started to pack up and leave. Bucky let go of your hand and stood up pulling the chair out for you to stand up. 

“Well I’m going to head out” he said you could hear the tiredness in his voice

“Ok It was really nice talking in person again” you said smile up at him 

“I’ll see you tomorrow beautiful” Bucky said leaning over to place a kiss on your cheek. 

GOD DAMN!! Is it hot in here? Or is it just you???

You were in shock. Did that really just happen? Did he call you beautiful? Gosh his lips are so soft? All these questions and thought ran through you head. That night you couldn’t sleep, you were up all night thinking about all that needed to be done for the wanting and most importantly you couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky. Morning came and you hopped out of bed ready for what was to come. You got dressed in some comfortable clothing knowing you weren’t going to be in your bridesmaid dress for another few hours. Nat picked you up and you both arrived at the venue early enough to get your hair and makeup done. 

The morning was chaotic for you, you ran all over the place making sure everything was perfect until it was time to finally start the ceremony. All yours and Nat’s work paid off everything was perfect. Bridesmaid and groomsmen arm and arm, you and Bucky where last before Natasha walked down the aisle and she was stunning. She took everyone’s breath away. You and Steve couldn’t help but tear up at the sight of her. After the ceremony was over, it was time for the PARTY. You could finally relax and have fun with your girls. 

The wedding was turning out even better then you expecting and it made your heart swell to see how happy Natasha was. After a few up-beat songs the DJ started to play slow love songs for all the couples. Every pair stepping out on the dancefloor to slow dance to the music. 

It was sweet seeing everyone in love, you watched as they cozied up to each other the women’s heads on their mans chest swaying to the rhythm. You were taking away from your thoughts when you looked up to see Bucky standing in front of you with his  hand stretched out 

“ Can I have this dance?” He said, taking his hand he lead you to the dancefloor, holding your waist with his hands. 

It felt amazing to him having you in his arms, he looked down at you with heavy eyes filled with passion. Without thinking he inched closer to you kissing you lightly, your hand wrapped around his neck pulling him in closer deepening the kiss. He pulled his head back after a few moments and spoke

“I was going to ask you this yesterday but I kind of got to nervous,… can I take you out sometime… like on a date" 

"Yea I’d like that” you said smiling at him and kissing again. 

When the song was over you looked over to see Natasha clapping for the two of you and you smiled in complete happiness 

@mushyjellybeans @sebbbystaaan

[diamondcamefromhell]

Storm

A/N: i’m aliveee bitches! needless to say these past few... weeks? have been rough, due to the virus, I also work at a grocery store so that didnt help either, but i know we all need an escape from this mess and a moment to breathe, so i wrote this little fic. the storm is kinda symbolic, i guess, but make it whatever you will. just know you are not alone, you are supported and its okay to be afraid or anxious. i love you.

also, i dont know if i will post more again or if this is a one off thing, but i will try. and me trying is good enough.

Summary: Jaskier and Y/N have had a sexual relationship for a while, but both of them hope it could become something more. after a big storm hits the pair, emotions and tensions run high.

Warnings: just good ol’ swearing

Word count: 1,788

The clouds gathered above them as her hand gripped the reigns tighter. Anxiety washer over her body as she petted the hazelnut mare with her free hand, trying to calm down the horse; and it turn herself. Thunder rumbled somewhere far away, but she knew it was getting closer.

As if to confirm, the wind picked up, messing up her hair as the horse anxiously neighed.

“It’s okay Roach.” The girl muttered, not feeing the stares bard was throwing her way.

Jaskier, Y/N and Geralt have travelled together for a few weeks now. The bard and the girl have been together, although they never made it official. It was mostly ways to spend the night, instead of being alone.

That awkwardness of it just being sexual stopped the guy from approaching Y/N now, even if he felt her anxiety and wished he was brave enough to ease that burden. But all he did was grip his lute tighter, staring into the woods, wondering what’s taking their witcher friend so long.

The thunder shook the sky again, making Y/N jump, letting go of the reigns. Roach nudged the girl, as if to calm her down as Jaskier sighed.

“It’s just a storm.” He finally spoke, not seeing the glare young woman threw over her shoulder.

“You don’t need to tell me that.” She responded harshly, turning around and looking at Jaskier, who held his ground, meeting the girls gaze. “I’m not scared.”

“You sure look scared.” He mumbled.

“Jaskier.” Y/N warned, crossing her arms over her chest. Her tone made Jask roll his eyes and smirk.

“All I am saying is that it’s okay to be scared.” Before he could finish, the girl put her finger up.

“You told me that it’s just a storm, not this tale you’re telling now.” She gave a quick fake smile, as it happened again, thunder rumbling above them, making the girl flinch ever so little.

“It’s okay.” Jaskier softened his tone, stepping forward and landing his free hand on her shoulder. “Don’t be so scared. It’s just a little rain, nothing compared to the monsters you faced before.”

“I told you bard,” she mumbled, stepping back and slipping away from his hand, “I’m not scared.”

“Alright, alright.” He lifted his hands up in defeat.

They stared at each other as tension began to calm down, making them both break a smile. Jaskier dropped to the ground and Y/N followed suit, sitting close by as the wind messed up their hair. The clouds made the evening darken even more and they both could smell rain; it was coming their way.

Geralt was still in a cave, fighting who knows what. They were just waiting, following his order. Part of Jaskier wished their friend was here, Y/N always acted though around him, so she probably wouldn’t even show her fear in front of him.

The other, much bigger part, however, was glad they were alone and she was allowing herself to be more vulnerable with him. It made him have a slither of hope that their passion could turn into something more.

Y/N was staring at the young bard, wondering what he was thinking about. She hated how she couldn’t hide her anxiety, not in front of him. She told herself that all he is its just a stupid womanizer who will shatter her heart as soon as a pretty lady walks by.

She had to keep her walls high so he wouldn’t shatter her entire kingdom.

“You know,” Jaskier spoke, looking at the girl, noticing how pretty she looks when wind messes with her hair, “I used to hate storms.”

“Why is that?” Y/N asked, although she didn’t really care, or believe him, for that matter. She felt like he was trying to make her feel better about her own worries.

“It holds such power of destruction, and we are so weak against it.” Jaskier leans back, resting on his elbows, closing his eyes, listening to the wind whistle. “Not even Geralt could fight off a storm.”

“Thanks.” Y/N muttered as a chill creeped up her spine. The bard shot his eyes open, grinning.

“But.” He spoke again, as the girl gazed ahead. “Why fear what we cannot control.”

“Because common sense?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes at the bard.

“Our fear wont stop it from happening. It will come at take what it wants.” Jaskier shruged, sitting upright, reaching towards Y/N with his hand, landing it on her knee. “But it never takes everything. I learnt to cherish what it leaves behind. There is beauty in a mess.”

“How poetic.” Y/N grinned, glancing at the bard. “There is no beauty in pain.”

“There is no life in fear.” He argued back, squeezing her knee. “People fear too many things. Storms, death… love.”

“Love?” Girl grimaced at the last point looking at Jaskier. She herself feared love, not that she would ever admit it. It didn’t cross her mind that it was common fear.

“Love is a beautiful mess.” Jaskier claimed, scooting closer to Y/N as thunder grew louder. The girl shook her head as his hand went from her knee to around her waist.

“Who would want love if it’s a mess.” She mumbled, leaning against Jaskier chest, shielding herself from the wind that has intensified now.

“Because it’s beautiful.” Jaskier says again.

“Right.”

The silence settles between them for a bit. It is comfortable as Y/N focuses on his heartbeat, trying to drown out the thunder, but it fails as the storm get’s closer and a few raindrops fall on them.

Roach anxiously kicks the dirt as the pair sits upright. There is no shelter nearby, but neither of them wanted to get soaked. The only place they could go was the cave Geralt was in, and the witcher made it clear that he will kill them if they go in.

With Y/N taking Roaches reigns in her hands, they headed towards it anyways. They argued that they wont go in deep, just to avoid the rain. Just as they got near the entrance, the wind has picked up even more, unforgivingly throwing rain in their face.

They rushed in, already pretty soaked, even guiding the horse in. She didn’t like caves, but rain probably bothered the mare more, as she didn’t hesitate or show any restraint against the shelter it provided.

The humans dropped to their feet, both shaking a little from the cold. The wind whizzed around them as thunder seemed to shake the ground. With each hit, Y/N grew more and more anxious and it became pretty obvious that she as, in fact, scared.

Jaskier crawled closer to the girl, wrapping his hands around her and pulling her shaking body closer to himself, trying to calm her down.

“We will be fine.” He promised, although the thundering made him uneasy too.

They sat there, silently, holding onto each other, praying for the storm to pass. But it seemed to mock them, thundering louder and louder, lighting blinding them every few seconds, scaring Roach and in turn them too.

It felt like the world was about to end, as the walls rumbled.

“This fucking cave will fall on us.” Y/N said, with her eyes closer, gripping onto Jaskier, who anxiously glanced around.

“Don’t be silly.” He finally managed to respond, making sure his voice doesn’t shake.

“We will die.” Y/N voice broke, as she gripped the boy tighter, who’s hands in turn hugged her more too.

“We will not.” This time he didn’t need to try, he was sure of it. His voice didn’t even waver, as Y/N pulled back, looking at the bard.

“Not all storms pass.” Her voice shook this time, as they locked eyes. “Maybe we’ll become a beautiful mess.”

“We’re already a mess.” Jaskier tried to joke, but the lighting lit up their faces, and neither could hide the fear in their eyes. “We will be fine.”

“If we’re not…” Before Y/N could finish, Jaskier shook his head.

“Save it.” Tears escaped the girls eyes, as she pulled him closer.

“We’re a beautiful mess, Jaskier.” She whispered in his ear, making himself tear up too.

Roach neighs anxiously as other strike of lighting and thunder shakes the cave walls. There is a moment of silence and the pair pull away from each other.

The thunder doesn’t come back. Neither does the lighting.

They can still hear the rain violently hitting the ground, they can hear the wind whistle. But the walls stopped shaking.

“Did it…” Y/N stops, too scared to jinx it. Fear wraps around her body as both of them hold their breath for a moment.

“It passed.” Jaskier finally says, standing up. His knees shake a little as he goes to the outside. Thunder rumbles again, but it’s further away. He sees the lighting strike again too, but it’s moving away.

“We lived.” Y/N says in disbelief, standing up. They both stare at the lighting as it moves away from them. Overwhelmed with emotions, the girl runs outside as the rain drenches her, her laughs echo.

“The storm passed.” Jaskier also doesn’t hide his joy, rushing outside into the rain, as it showers them both, but neither of them care. Not anymore.

And in that moment, with both of them wet from head to toe, with wind violently punching them, Y/N understood. This was a beautiful mess. This was what the storm left them. This was the moment they could breathe again.

She looks at the bard now, who’s grey eyes remind her of the storm clouds. Y/N thinks about his hand on her waist, pulling her in, holding her as she shook from fear. Their eyes meet now, no fear in sight, and her heart beats faster.

“Jaskier.” She calls out, as the bard comes closer to her.

“Y/N.” He says, smile paining across his lips.

“What I wanted to tell you, is that well.”  She clears her throat, smiling softly. “I am scared of love.”

“Okay.” His face grows more serious, as he takes her hands in his, but before he can say anything, the girl continues.

“But if you hold me… maybe I wont be afraid anymore.” She shakes her head. “No. I know I wont be afraid anymore.”

“So you are saying…” Y/N rolls her eyes, landing her hand on Jaskier neck pulling him for a kiss.

“What I am saying is, I want you to hold me not only at night, Jaskier.” She whispers. “I want you to hold me and never let go. That way, I wont have to fear anything.”

“Being afraid is okay.” He whispers back, however pulling her closer.

“I know poet.” Jaskier grins at her words. “But I’d rather face it with you.”