#then i went thru a dark night of the soul for two or three days earlier this week when i realized that my spiritual work (while incredibly

[abigailinc]

and here i thought my spiritual work was complete lmao (spiritual info dump in the tags)

[tateannawrestling]

Surprise

My boyfriend of two years, Jordan Devlin, is currently in the UK. Due to Covid we aren't able to be together because both of our travel is banned.

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Today is Thursday and I was lowkey kind of pissed because I had to work overtime at my job last night, meaning I missed NXT and Regal's two major announcements. You see, I'm not a wrestler like my boyfriend, I actually have a pretty normal life and job. I work at Starbucks. Which is actually how I met my Jordan. He came in ordered some coffee, we got to know each other and we started dating! I live in an apartment, I have one dog, and if you looked at me or my lifestyle you wouldn't think that I am dating the WWE Cruiserweight champion.

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Today is Thursday so I had work, and Thursdays are our busiest days. No one really knows why but people like to drink coffee on Thursdays.

I watched highlights on YouTube from last nights show, since I didn't have time to watch the full show. I was leant over the counter watching my phone, as Regal introduce the new women's tag titles. "Y/N!" I hear my boss say, "Drive Thru duty!" My boss demands "Right, I'm sorry" I reply, "Sorry isn't going to cut it, give me your phone." He says "Ugh, fine. Here" I say giving him my phone. Gosh, he always speaks to me as if I'm in the principal's office or something.

Four hours later, I was finally able to go home. I was greeted by my dog and sister who always dog-sits for me. Once my sister left, I showered and watched Atypical on Netflix, I ended up falling asleep.

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One Week Later: Monday

I sighed as I got up from my bed getting ready for another boring day of work. I got in the shower then into uniform.

I arrived early, 6:30 am to be exact. There was only two other people there. They were both girls I was friends with, Kiara and Riley. "Yes!" I whispered to myself as I walked through the doors and behind the counter. "At least I get to open up the store with people I actually like" I say with a laugh "Right", "Thank god" The girls laugh. We open at 8 am. But there was a knock at our door, if it was an employee they would have just opened the door, unless it's Tyrone he always forgets his key, idiot. But anyways, it was only 6: 52. "Who is that?" Kiara asks "I don't know" I respond "I swear if it's Tyrone again Ima beat his a-" Riley began, "Tyrone is coming in today he texted me saying he was sick" Kiara says "What if it's a serial killer?" Riley fools, "It's not a serial killer" I laugh "Well then go open it!" Riley says "Hell no, it's a serial killer!" I whisper yell "I know I'm black, but I'm not dying first" Kiara says "Oh just shut up I'll go get it!" I say as Kiara and Riley slowly follow behind me as I got closer to the door, the figure looked familiar, it was dark and gloomy out so I couldn't make out the face. I open it and notice it was Jordan! "Surprise!" Jordan says "Oh my god, Jordan!" I yell as I jump into his arms wrapping my legs around him. The girls sigh in relief. "Baby, what are doing here?" I ask "Well, first off, theses are for you" He begins as he gives me flowers "And, I'm here because I wanted to surprise you. So, I talked to management and they allowed me to have some storylines with Santos in NXT." Jordan finished "Wow, that's great baby I'm  so proud of you." I tell him as he kisses me "Gag" Kiara says with a fake look of disgust and Riley just stands there in awe. "Ah, yes, Kiara, how are you, lass?" Jordan says sitting down catching up with us three.

Jordan stays the whole day until I got off. Gosh, what a sweetheart. He's such a busy man and to think he took time out of his day just to watch me serve coffee to randos off the street is so adorable, I love him.

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After work me and Jordan went to my apartment, my sister agreed to take my dog to her house and watch him for the rest of the week. Me and Jordan went to my room and he sat on my bed, while I got dressed in more comfortable clothes. Me and Jordan have never had sex before but he has seen me naked, well half naked. In my bra and underwear, that's why I didn't mind getting (un)dress in front of him. After I was finished I sat on the bed with Jordan, "Babe, I have another surprise for you" He says grabbing my hand "I love you, and I want to share a home with you, so I bought us a house here in Florida." He says with his cute ass smile "Really? Baby! Oh my gosh, I- I- Uh. Thank you so much." I scramble my words from excitement "Anything for you, love" He says kissing my cheek "We can go check it out tomorrow, but as of right now" He says staring deeply into my eyes, probably my soul too, and licking his lips. He kisses me and I kiss back. His usual sweet kisses turned into more sexual kisses, it turned me on. So, I slid one of my hands up his shirt feeling his abs. I got on top of him and began straddling his hips. He put one of his hands on my ass and the other on my hip. I began to ride him. Jordan moaned, he moaned, he fricking moaned, that was the first time I heard him moan, it was so hot. He took my shirt off, I took off his, ect. You know what happened next.

source: wattpad - tateannawrestling

[sargentr]

my fave drarry fics of all time, part one

so, after discovering i’ve officially been reading drarry fanfic for 4 years now, i decided to show my (quite big) list of favorite drarry fics. there are 46 in total, but i’ve listed 10 down below. the first three are my absolute favorites but the rest are equally as good

most of my notes are fresh from when i wrote them post-reading. i’ve changed some, seeming less like a crazy unstable bitch, but fuck these were all emotional as fuck. enjoy

ps: i dont really know how to tag people i dont follow. i cant try and tag the authors later. soz!!

pps: most of these i read when i was really into a bottom!draco phase, so most of them contain that, some are switch tho (as it should be, yikes past me)

1. Everything That Happen is From Now On / ~43K 

After surviving a brutal assault, Draco tries to navigate the tumultuous waters of his mind, and embrace a bit of love and trust in his life. After all, the smallest steps forward can begin to heal the most fractured of souls

okay so before i get in to how beautiful this story is, i wanna say that it does touch on rape quite explicitly. i cried like an idiot reading the entire thing, because draco’s pain is navigated in the most beautiful and realistic way. it touches on a subject very risky for me, very personal, and i still can’t think of a better drarry story. draco’s very draco about it all, and harry is very harry about it all. it’s just perfect, and messy, and tender, and sad. i’ve reread it more than any other fic, and it doesn’t disappoint. 

2. Pocket Full of Starlight / ~46K

When Scorpius Malfoy and Jamie Potter meet at Quidditch camp, they take an instant dislike to each other. Then they discover their lives are more connected than they could possibly imagine.

ah yes. the magic of kid fics. the TASTE

parent trap au. i read this one recently, like 3 months back, and absolutely fell in love with everything about it, partially because the parent trap is legit one of my top 10 favorite movies of all time. its just. the essence, the IDEA, is soooo mf beautiful. i cant get enough of reading when harry or draco finally meet the other twin, or how they cant stop loving each other even after 11 years. my heart clenched throughout the whole thing. 

3. Temptations on the Warfront / ~180K

Draco Malfoy is forced into hiding with the Golden Trio and dragged into their search for horcruxes. What ensues is a journey of redemption, unexpected friendships and an unwanted, turbulent romance with Harry Potter. Warnings for swearing, sexual content, and dark themes. 

this was the first drarry fic ive ever read, and before this mf i HATEDDD this pairing. so you can imagine how much it took to convince me otherwise, bc i was 100% scorbus before this.

to be fair, horcrux hunting with draco involved is, possibly, my favorite trope ever. its unique. theres tension, both sexual and life threatening. in some ways it romanticizes the war, but fuck it it aint a real war. 

slowest of burns. amazing. life changing. long as hell. nothing else to be said except read it right now i demand it.

4. Clouding the Senses / ~58K

As everyone returns to Hogwarts for a final eighth year, some people are coping better with the aftermath of the war than others. After encountering a very drunk Draco Malfoy one night, Harry realises that maybe those that lost loved ones aren’t the only ones trying to escape the war. Blaise Zabini seems to think Harry can help Malfoy, that the Slytherin might actually listen to him. Harry is not so sure. Dependence is a tricky thing, and one addiction can quickly shift to another.

everyone that reads drarry loves 8th year fics, but this ones just kinda different from all those normal (yet entertaining) ones. draco’s an alcoholic in this, and one night harry tries to help him and whoops, one thing leads to the other and they start having casual sex. its really, really amazing how both draco and harry navigate the addiction, i really cant say it has any flaws. 

i know the author got a lot of hate on their fics and thats why they took them down, but they’re truly one of the best drarry authors out there. i’ve reread this a couple of times, and the tenderness, the love and confusion is all very on character. a+

5. Restraint / ~153K

Someone casts the Imperius curse on Draco Malfoy, and whatever the instructions may be, Harry finds himself an unwilling target. The encounter leaves him torn between pleasure and revulsion. As they fight in the aftermath, a tense game begins. Harry fights to convince Malfoy, and himself, that he was not affected by that initial encounter, or any of those following it.

Faced with a series of escalating encounters, Harry must come to terms with desiring things he never thought he could, things he wishes he didn’t respond to. They each use signs of arousal as weapons against each other in a mad struggle to finally shame the other into backing down for good. 

But it’s only after the game is over that Harry starts to understand.

this is by the same author of clouding the senses, and i read this just this week. at first, it’s shocking, because it plays around with consent in a very unsettling way. when communication comes in, and its starts getting healthier, you can really understand where the author found the idea of playing with consent. it is, in my opinion, 100% characteristic of how they would behave post-war, with that grief and confusion. it’s also dom/sub in some parts, and that’s mf hot. 

it also has my favorite tropes in it, but it’s a spoiler to say which one. i’ll probably mention the trope in the list along with a bunch others, but when u finish reading you’ll know which one ;)

6. Humbug / ~30K

Draco has been taking his casual relationship with Harry for granted. Visits from four key ghosts the night before Christmas just might shake up his priorities in life.

(felt like it was valid to just paste what i wrote in my notes app after reading this)

(FUCKKKKKK HOW TO EVEN START?!!!?? just a fucking bonus, draco is THE best bottom o ever exist i love my bottom son so much. this story isnt only amazing it’s excruciatingly painful to read, harry and draco have been sleeping together but harry is completely in love with him. draco doesnt see how much harry cares for him or how much hes hurting harry by treating their fling like its just that, a FLING. with that, draco is haunted by three ghosts. one of the past, the present and the future, AND THEY SET THAT IDIOT STRAIGHTTTT 1800000/10. the gays DO KEEP MF WINNING!!!

7. in your arms, rests my world / ~24K

Harry presses his mouth to Malfoy's forehead; he wants to tell him that he’ll never leave, that he wouldn’t dream of it.

“You make me feel safe, Potter” Malfoy whispers. “You keep me safe.”

the friends with benefits trope doesnt ever disappoint, top 5 tropes fr, especially if its also 8th year. harry and draco get into their little thing, but of course nothing ever is simple between them. by the preview, you can clearly see how much draco likes harry (also another 10/10 trope, the ‘i’ve been in love with harry potter since i was 11′ one). my only tiny issue with this is that harry fucks it up just a tad, but it of course adds up to the drama of it all, which i absolutely love.

noting it also touches on non-con/rape and, and all in all, is extremely angsty. one i was tense from beginning to end. but i am gonna say it ends amazingly and v happily.

8. Playing the Hero / ~29K

Nobody kissed me like Harry did. He kissed like he flew; he kissed like he duelled - with his whole being, not caring about anything else. I had never felt as vulnerable as I did when he kissed me, seizing all and any control I had over myself. But when Harry kissed me, I felt free...

so the thing about angst is that it ignites that mf feeling side u that even tho it hurts you cannot get enough of. this fic was EVERYTHINGGG. it made cry and laugh and smile. also another trope i absolutely adore is them breaking up and not being 100% ok with that, bc ding ding!! YALL STILL LOVE EACH OTHER!! 

i cant describe how i felt, honestly. i would just paste my notes (i wont bc spoilers) but it looks like i went thru sum shit. deadass

9. fine i’ll hold my breath / till i forget it’s complicated  / ~ 15K with the two parts

Harry and Draco become friends with benefits, and Harry thinks it's more complicated than it actually is.

u know, fluff is a drug. i dont know if its beucase 90% of drarry fics are about angsty get-togethers, but i had butterflies in my stomach when i read this. its adorable. draco is so clearly in love, he jusT SMILES A LOT I CANTTT. 

its cute. i love it to death. have some fluff before starting your day.

10. Un Noël très parisien / ~14K

When Draco crossed paths with Auror Potter at a political function in Paris, he was not expecting their former animosity to change into something rather more intriguing. But he could be certain their casual flirtation would not last more than the night, couldn't he?

look. i know i named a lot of my favorite tropes here, but i cant end this without mentioning how much single dad draco affects me. i love scorpius and how much he changes draco in every fic he appears. i love parent draco and i shant be silent about it (especially when scorpius is legit just a year old in this. i died)

as it states, harry and draco have a one night stand but draco thinks thats it, that it was all he was ever gonna have. he’s wrong of course, and the path it takes, with both scorpius and harry there, just melted my mf heart.

well kids that’s all i have for now. imma work on a part two with 10 other fics i really love!1

[mercysong-tardis]

Tagged by @queen-of-love-and-beauty 

AO3 Name: nightsisterkaris

Fandoms: Agents of Shield, Marvel MCU, TCW (Star Wars)

Number of fics: 101

1. Fic you spent the most time on: 爱 I. SPENT. SEVEN. FREAKING. MONTHS. PLANNING. AND. WORKING. ON. THIS. FIC. But I love it and I poured my heart and soul into writing this.

3. Longest Fic:  Something to Fight For ...Honestly I did NOT expect a forced pregnancy Philinda fanfic like this to blow up the way it did. I started it out writing it out as a crack fic but then things got serious real quick and everything went downhill from there.

4. Shortest Fic:  Philinda thru the alphabet This one is literally a shit-post.

5. Most hits:  Something to Fight For. Seriously why tf did you all like this one so much???

6. Most kudos: at 172 currently, once again Something to Fight For is the winner.

7. Most comment threads: I'll love you every new day, Since I’m really tired of Something to Fight for and 爱 for winning, I’m going to start answering these with the runner-ups... 

8. Fave Fic your wrote: 'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE PHILINDA This Chiristmas-themed Shit post was the most fun thing to write. II personally love poetry so this idea was hilarious to me.

9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: Countdown to Love I love the plot but I dont think I wrote it very well.

10. Share a bit of your WIP: A Philinda Star Wars AU with Philinda in the place of Padakin/Anidala:

   Melinda May was considerably one of the greatest Jedi knights of the century. She was powerful, talented in the ways of the force and her saber, having mastered almost three forms. She was starkly different than the man she had illegally fallen for.     May was on the search for him now. The Republic had fallen, and everything was chaos. She had to find Phil. She’s chased him to Mustafar. Disembarking, Melinda can see his form silhouetted against the harsh light of the lava.     He saw her, running to her with desperation in his blue-     No.     …Yellow eyes.      Melinda stared straight into his changed eyes. Sith eyes. It can’t be. No, this isn’t happening. How could he do this to her? To the galaxy he was sworn to protect?     “I did what I had to do to protect you. To keep you safe from the visions that torment my dreams.” Phil said.      “I need you to stop. This won’t save me. The galaxy is in danger, put the trillions of beings first!”      “I can’t lose you, Mel.” Phil said, “So you’re either with me or against me.” Phil said lowly, taking one step closer. May’s heart clenched as he touched his lightsaber, dropping his dark brown cloak from his shoulders, the cloak she had stolen on multiple occasions because it smelled like him. But not now. Now he was prepared to fight. “Stand back, Melinda,” Phil said in  a commanding voice.      Melinda’s eyes filled with tears as she drew her lightsaber, lighting it with a smooth flourish. “I’m sorry. I can’t do that,” The blue blade sprung to light, followed by Phil’s green one.      “Your vows to the order mean more to you than my love.” Phil says, broken loss lacing his words.      Melinda raises her saber, pointing it at him, one arm out, two fingers raised. “The galaxy is more important than two people.”      “We could rule together! You could be Empress, my love! I have power, more power than you’ll ever know. I can keep you safe!” Phil roars, sprinting forward, and their blades crash with a bright flash. “Listen to me, Melinda!” Melinda fights in defence, her saber on a low enough intensity that any strikes would only stun or temporarily paralyze him.     “That feeling is love, you know me, Phil, I cannot turn, even for you.” She says, staring into his eyes as their blades hum against each other.     Suddenly a hot pain explodes from her middle, and red light reflects off his sweaty skin. A Sith saber. A red blade. Phil jerks her back, deactivated the second blade, and watches her stumble.     May falls, curling in on herself, smoke from her scorched flesh burning her nostrils, and all she can do is say, “Phil, I’m pregnant.”     He freezes.     “You’re what?”     May gasps, her eyes clouding as her sight darkens, “Our baby… our baby.” May hears him scream in fury, lifting her into his strong arms, carrying her.    “I promised to save you, Melinda! I’ll save you both! I’m so sorry, love…” Phil’s words echo in her ears, and Melinda feels this may be her last breath.      It was... before she was plunged into darkness.

11. Saddest Fic (In your opinion):  you are the reason

12: Most Ridiculous Fic:  The Fangirls point of view 

13: Fic you thought would do well but didn't:  My Life, My love, My Melinda May 

14: Fic you thought would be terrible but everyone loved: Escape this prison that holds us back

15: Tagging: @katalizi @philindaforlife @melindacoulson4 @kelleee

[wouldthatihadwingsaswell]

The Jonerys anthem that’s actually Cersei’s most prominent quote

So, I watched the “Power is Power” music video this morning, even though the post that prompted it was warning to leave it alone. I already feel like less of a fan for not reading Fire and Blood yet (school responsibilities, meh), I’m not gonna miss out on the hype train that GoT is generating. 

Here’s the link if by chance you haven’t seen it yet. 

Anybody who’s stumbled across the lyrics, without seeing the video or having listened to the song, can tell that it’s probably a dialogue between characters, the acquisition of power, and “burning it down” because “power is power.” But when you watch the video, the verses are aligned between three characters (respectively): Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen, and the Night King. 

The first verse 

is Jon Snow (pretty obviously) sung by The Weeknd

“I was born of the ice and snow/ With the winter wolves in the dark, alone/ The wildest night I became the one/ And you’ll know you’re mine when the silence calls/ Heavy is the crown/ Only for the weak” verse, then chorus, “A knife in my heart couldn’t slow me down/ ‘Cause power is power, my fire never goes out/ I rise from my scars, nothing hurts me now/ Cause power is power, now watch me burn it down”

The second verse 

 is strictly Daenerys imagery, sung only by SZA. The chorus “The knife in my heart” through “...Now watch me burn it down” is sung as a duet with The Weeknd and SZA. Now, I want to analyze this verse a little more in depth, because the lyrics are.... interesting, when put into context with this being the back and forth between strictly Jon and Daenerys. SZA sings, 

"I went off for the coldest war/ And I know of it ‘cause I’ve played before, yeah” 

This is pretty straightforward imho. Even though the lyric video juxtaposes this with imagery of her and Drogo, the lyrics seem to fit more closely with her losing Viserion to the Night King. BUT, let’s just say for arguments sake, that this line is referring to Drogo. If that were the case, she’d be approaching her relationship with Jon as her arranged marriage to Drogo, and she’d be comparing “cold” not like being from the North, but cold down to the soul--and also referring to their relationship as a “game.” 

“How do I know if I let you stay/ How do I know if we did it your way/ You wouldn’t take my place, put me away, I’d die looking up at your face” 

I think this is pretty evidently meant to convey Dany’s paranoia towards being “usurped” by Jon (Usurped being used in this sense that she’s been working towards this goal her entire life, she’s built her identity around it, and has worked her ass off to sit on the IT). From a feminist stance I totally understand the argument that Jon’s been “failing upwards” and is about to inherit something that she’s been working for. But the language here is just.... distasteful. This is looking at someone as an adversary, not someone that you love and want to try and come together on an issue. 

“How do I ever know?/ Who can I trust?/ Feelings of emptiness/ Only love could kill me, god bless” 

Speaking more to Dany’s paranoia. “How do I ever know?/ Who can I trust?” is overlayed with imagery of Mereen, which is when Dany faced her longest period of self-doubt, and also when Jorah’s betrayal came to light. “Feelings of emptiness” is Jon petting Drogon, “Only love could kill me, god bless” shows the infamous boatbang.  

The third verse

is sung by Travis Scott, and is overlayed with imagery of the Night King. 

“Who’s hotter, been a monster with a crown/ So swamped by high water, keep your head up, you might drown/ I’m the world it’s way colder, by the day we count it down” 

Okay, okay standard, but let’s focus on the next few lines:

“Been around, just been waiting up now, she gone come around/ I took a drag, bust it out the gate, my little baby, slay” 

*crinkles the tinfoil* DO WE HAVE A NIGHT QUEEN? I mean, sure, the only exchange we see here is between Jon/NK and Bran/NK--but unless there’s a big reveal that either of them prefer She/Her pronouns, it’s gotta be referring to someone else. I’d also like to underscore that this is NOT a duet portion--it’s not The Weeknd (Jon) and Travis Scott (NK) singing together, alluding to this being reference to Jon actually talking about Daenerys. And considering the rest of the verbiage and imagery from this verse (and the verse isn’t even over) is certainly from the same POV--the Night King, according to HBO--it’s still him talking. Not Jon. Not a chance. 

“I wore a flag, put that on my face, ain’t nobody safe/ Lift the mask, they gon’ have to see what they can’t erase” 

In the trailer Sansa is heard saying, “The most heroic thing we can do now is look the truth in the face.” My gut’s telling me these two may be linked. 

“I took a lot so I took it back/ Danger’s on my mind/ Ain’t no knife, dagger, bullet that can do it/ ‘fore you yeah u know I go right straight thru it” 

This seem’s pretty straight forward, as well, referring to the Long Night in which the last Walker invasion happened, and the collective force of the kingdoms beat them back to the Lands of Always Winter. 

The Final Pre-Chorus and Chorus

is sung by The Weeknd, SZA, and Travis Scott. 

“A knife in my heart couldn’t slow me down”

Jon Snow was betrayed by the Night’s Watch, stabbed in the heart. Dany’s been betrayed a few times--she’s had some shit go down.... but none of it’s been a literal knife in the heart. The Night King was stabbed in the heart with a dragonglass dagger. This is a (mostly) unifying factor for the three of them... but I’m not gonna lie that NK and Jon were both actually stabbed in the heart, whereas Dany has only been traumatized a few times. Is it meant to be a soft unification? Or is the song possibly foreshadowing something? In places, it does really feel like it might be foreshadowing.... (Kinda tinfoily, I know.... I know the album is only meant to be “inspired” by Game of Thrones, but shit dude, I really heckin wonder with how on-the-head some of these are.... Especially Maren Morris’ “Kingdom of One” being produced with ALL-TARGARYEN imagery.) 

“Cause power is power, and fire never goes out/ I rise from my scars, nothing hurts me now/ Cause power is power, now watch me burn it down/ Oh yeah/ Now watch me burn it down” 

A little disclaimer.... I’m really not a fan of this because it does seem wildly inaccurate. We KNOW that Jon doesn’t give a damn about power, moreover, it paints him in this light as being “hungry for Daenerys” which just.... doesn’t.... seem right? lol Last episode he was avoiding her like brussel sprouts. Anywho, at the end of the day, my point is that this song is just as much of a #JonerysAnthem as it is an #antiJonerysAnthem because when you pick it apart and try to read any more deeply, it either a) doesn’t make any sense, because it’s only “inspired by” their shitty relationship or b) foreshadows the end to Jonerys and the beginning Dark Dany. 

If you’ve read this far, thanks so much for bearing with me. I’m not sure if this counts as a meta post, but if it does, it’s my first one! So please feel free to let me know how to improve my meta-making skills. I’m all here for some good constructive criticism! 

[yangholic]

Peephole |Three

word count: 1,748

warnings: mental instability, blood/gore

a/n: dang, this was pretty frustrating to write 😩 i went thru a small bout of writer’s block which made me struggle with pacing, so i hope it’s not too rushed!

Ever since that night, Jimin began to regularly drop by your apartment around dinner time. At first, he would simply offer you home-cooked meals stored in Tupperware containers. But as time went on, you began to feel more comfortable with your neighbor, and you soon found your tiny kitchen full of his cooking utensils, spices and ingredients. The two of you adopted a nightly ritual of dining together, with Jimin cooking and you cleaning up afterward. It was then that you learned more about the mysterious Lee Jimin. He was 23 years old and taught contemporary dance at a local studio. In his free time he liked to read comics and play videogames. His favorite color was blue and he loved kimchi jjigae. The more time you spent with Jimin, the more you became convinced that he was, in fact, not a murderer. How could somebody so mild-mannered be a vicious killer? What you had seen was definitely just a delusion.

The peephole you once obsessed over remained unused for weeks on end, where it stayed hidden and undisturbed behind a STB poster. You rationalized this as having trust in Jimin— maybe even more than you trusted yourself— or to his daily presence in your life. But in reality, you didn’t want your blissful ignorance to be shattered. And despite the fact that you tried to abstain from looking through the makeshift hole, you couldn’t help but cave in to your desires one evening.

Jimin had yet to stop by, and it was well past dinnertime. Something like this usually wouldn’t bother you, but nevertheless, there was a gentle nagging in the back of your mind telling you that maybe you weren’t completely delusional. You paced around your living room, contemplating whether or not you should revert to your previous stalkerish behavior. Finally, you mustered up enough courage to just take just a quick peek. After dimming the lights in your room, you whispered words of assurance to yourself as you removed the boyband’s poster. “I bet he’s not even home, and if he is, then he’s probably sleeping. Jimin’s a good person. I believe in him.”

Your hopes were crushed the second your eye adjusted to the darkness in the neighboring apartment. A pot-bellied man lay hogtied on Jimin’s bed, his mouth gagged and eyes wide with fear. A raincoat-clad figure approached the struggling man, a box cutter materializing from seemingly nowhere. The blade swiftly tore at the man’s jugular, blood spurting from his artery, a grotesque gurgling noise bubbling from his throat, followed by silence.

Murder.

The silhouette removed their hood, revealing an all-too-familiar man. Despite the darkness, you could clearly see all his features— cherubic cheeks, pillowy lips, golden hair. A wave of nausea hit you as you saw the corners of his lips curling into the same bone-chilling smile you had seen that night. Frantically re-adhering the poster back to the wall, you tugged on the roots of your hair, your mind quickly spiraling into madness. You curled into yourself, feet supporting your weight as you rocked back and forth, muttering to yourself incoherently. “I didn’t see it, I didn’t see anything.” How much time had passed? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Were you even lucid?

An annoying ringing filled your ears, causing you to snap back to reality. The guest incessantly rang your doorbell, beckoning you towards the door. You knew it was him, but after seeing the things he had done why were you undoing the lock? Why were you opening the door? Why were you inviting him in?

Jimin’s face lit up as he held up a large cooking pot, “Hey! Sorry I’m late, I got caught up with something. I made some gamjatang for us tonight.” He slid into the spare pair of house shoes and brushed past you, dropping the cooking receptacle on the burner. “Today was a good day, so I think my cooking will be extra tasty!” The air of nonchalance that Jimin exuded was disturbingly soothing, despite you seeing him for what he truly was. If housewives could turn a blind eye to their husband’s affair, then you could look past Jimin’s darkness too, right? In other words, if reality was unbelievable, one can choose whether or not to accept that reality, or believe in something else.

And you refuṠ̡̲͇̘̣̄̄͊̀͛̎̃͊ed to believe.

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Ŗ̧͍̳̙͕̎̄̍̂̒͑̽͒ȩ̶̝͍͇̗̉̈̌̒̿̈́͌͡fused to be̢̼̯͈̗͈͆̇̄̀̀̚͠͡lieve.

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Y̷͚̦͙͎̦͎͆̊̎́̋͜ͅͅö̴͔͕͙͉͙͙̳͛͒̔͟͠͝ư̡̡͓͍̩̣̿́̉̍̓́͞ Ŗ̢̪̠̬͍̬̰͌͌̄̆͋͗̽e̶̢̡̢̛̖̰̗͙̻̒́̈́̿͐̀̓̂͑f̴̨̛͈͎̻̩̬̝͍́̿̇͛͊̿͑̕ų̵͓͕̜̖̭̻̭̟̊͐̈͆̃̇͠s̛̝͙̱̎͛̓͌͂̒͘��̶̞̼͜ë̡̛̟̱̤̬̀̒̄͘͜͜d̴̤̠̯͖͇̺͚̓̓́̕͜͞ t̨̡̨̘̫̝͖̣̯͖̍́̉͘͝O̧̹̳̼͕̩͔̮̽͋̀͑̚͢ B̸̨̙̹̞̺̫̒͗̑̅̊̀̀̉̕͘͟é̼̺̞̗̩̺͍̊̀́̽̽́̚͢͜͠ͅL̴̢̬͕̖͕͍̖̔̏̔̓̾͛͐̚͢͢i̛͍͍͈̯̞̗̟̲̟͊͋̈́̒͆͛̓̒̚Ẹ̷̰͔̮͙́̎͗̂̈̇͢͞v̴̝̠͚̳͎̹̬̆̂̐̽̂͐͒͋̏ẹ̥͚̪̊̽̓̊͟͠.̜̥̦͍͔̃͑̌̇̊̚͟͢͢

The only thing you could B̴̢̛̩̯̥̥͍̬̙͍̾̆͋͆̂elieve in was h̵͓̞̫͍̭̪͋̊̂̄̀͟͢͝į̸̭̠͎̻̔͑̓̌́̌̿͊̑̚m̵̭̗̤̤̳̌̎͘͝͞

“Jimin?” You said, head bowed over your warm bowl of stew. “Why do you even bother?” The man in question quirked his head, not seeming to understand your words. “I’m a shut-in, a worthless drop out that doesn’t contribute to society. A few months ago, I was so anxious and depressed that I thought about suicide daily. But then… How should I say this,” you paused, rubbing your sweaty palms on your thighs, “I met you, Jimin. And you’ve been so kind to me, but why? Is it out of pity? Charity?” Jimin’s face was unreadable, expressionless, even, as he laced his fingers under his chin. He responded with a simple quote: “‘Love thy neighbor’.” A dark aura emanated from the man sitting across from you, as if something evil had possessed him. “I eat with you because I want to make sure I’m still normal. Don’t you ever worry about it?” Before you could respond, Jimin continued. “Don’t you wonder if there’s something wrong with you? When you’re always alone, you start comparing yourself with others— you want to make sure you’re actually normal. But when you’re surrounded by other people, you don’t compare yourself with them. You want to be yourself. You think it’s okay to be weird or to be special. That’s how life balances out.” Jimin’s message was cryptic, but you understood his words loud and clear: he stayed balanced through murder.

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Although you didn’t want to believe— you wanted to stay blind to the truth— the following night you found yourself glued to the makeshift peephole once more. Jimin had a modus operandi: he always killed men. The moment his victim comes onto him, Jimin slices them up with a box cutter. You were simultaneously amazed and horrified by the placid look that spread across his fine features when his prey had finally perished. The fucked up way he cathartically released pent-up frustration was disturbing, but you had promised yourself the night of your suicide attempt that you’d love him no matter what.

Even if that meant he was a serial murderer.

You shuddered in disgust as Jimin languidly dragged the dull edge of the box cutter down his victim’s torso, a crimson line of blood trailing behind the blade. The recoil caused your phone to slip out of your hand and it clattered loudly on the tile floor. You reeled to pick it up, and the brief removal of your head caused a tiny sliver of light to stream into Jimin’s room, alerting him of the hole on his side of the wall. Returning back to the peephole, you expected to see Jimin’s mahogany coffee table or sky blue bed sheets stained with res. Instead, you were met with an eye, staring right back at you.

The look of Love.

Lee Jimin was going to kill you, that much was for certain. He found out your secret, just as you had found his, and he was going to dig his blade into your throat to make sure you never lived to tell a soul. At least, that’s what you told yourself. Weirdly enough, the thought of an Angel killing you didn’t seem as scary as you impulsively taking your own life.

The doorbell rang and your body instinctively moved to answer, your fight-or-flight instincts malfunctioning completely. You were weak for Lee Jimin, your serial killer next-door neighbor. He wordlessly entered your apartment, his body language neither upset or amused. He was completely unreadable. “You let me in,” he stated as he approached the small divot in the wall, “and you pretended you didn’t know. How long have you been watching me?” You dropped to your knees, your fingers wringing into the fabric of your shirt. “Roughly a month…” He kept his back to you, ignoring your pitiful position. “Jimin, I... Even if you... I still—”

“Accept me,” he said softly, cocking his head over his shoulder as he glanced down at you fondly. Your hands trembled as you struggled to comprehend what he was saying. Was Jimin going to spare your life if you simply acknowledged and accepted him for who he was? There had to be an ulterior motive— something deeper meaning to what he said. The blonde man crouched down to level himself with you, his eyes boring into yours. His hand crept to the weapon he kept hidden against his hip, flicking the blade up and holding it against your jugular. “Y/N, accept me, or I’ll have to kill you.” Your throat bobbed against the cool metal, aware that at any moment he could end your life with one swift flick of the wrist.

“Okay, Jimin,” you responded, your eyes silently communicating that you were earnest in your reply. Your neighbor’s sunshine smile returned and he giddily clapped his hands, the box cutter falling to the floor. “Then let’s go out!” You nodded shyly, a tiny smile creeping at the junction of your lips. “I think it would work out well,” Jimin added. You nodded in agreement, voice wavering slightly as you spoke, “I’m- I’m happy.”

“Me too!” Jimin looked so perfect with his ethereal features creasing in happiness. It was the face of a murderer— a beautiful murderer. You hadn’t noticed the delightful shiver of excitement rolling down your spine as you stared at him, your teeth gnawing on your bottom lip subconsciously as a warmth pooled in your abdomen. “Oh, jagiya you’re bleeding,” Jimin said softly as he inspected your busted lip. His breath was hot on your mouth as it fanned across the open wound. “You shouldn’t bite your lip so much, they’re very dry.” Without warning, Jimin lapped at the strip of bleeding skin, savoring the taste of your blood. “You know, they say it tastes like iron, but I think fresh blood tastes a bit salty,” he said with a wink, making your knees weak and head fuzzy.

If Lee Jimin were to kill you, you’d let him. Because you, the suicidal shut-in, had fallen completely in love with Jimin, the cutthroat killer.

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[supersoldierslover]

The Accidental Mrs. Rogers Part 3

Summary:  (Modern Au) To celebrate your birthday, you and your friends go to Vegas. After a very drunk night, you discover that your life changed forever.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Words: 1890

Warnings:  I know that Steve is Irish, but in this fic lets pretend that he is Italin because it’s was something i need it for the plot ok?

Thank you @unbetaedimagines for beta this for me,You are the best

Part 1, Part 2

You could say you knew three things about Steve Grant Rogers for sure. The first one is that the only way he drinks his coffee is He generally drinks one cup in the morning and one in the afternoon.

When he drinks, he usually makes a joke about the coffee being as dark as his soul.

The second is that Steve loves romantic comedies; you can’t count how many times you went to his apartment after work to eat some takeout and watch movies with him. He says that he likes them because everything works out in the end.

For you, however, it’s because he is a hopeless romantic. You saw how he acted around girlfriends in the past; you notice the little things that he did for them. Any girl who ends up with Steve Rogers would be lucky.

And the third thing is that Steve is always early for things, doesn’t matter what it is. It can be to a party, a dinner date or a meeting. So you knew that when you stepped on the plane, Steve would already be there in his seat, waiting for you.

“You have been avoiding me.” He says as you sit by his side. You shrug; he is right but you’re never going to admit it out loud.  You were just not ready to face Steve , so instead of spending the day with him, you went to the casino with Wanda and Nat.

It was a lot more fun to gamble small amounts of money than with your life.

“No, I’m not… I’m here, aren’t I?” You reply, avoiding looking into his eyes; you did try to avoid him. You wanted to change seats on the plane with Natasha or Wanda, but they didn’t’ want to. They said that it was time for you to act like a big girl and face your husband.

“You are, but you don’t look like you want to be here.” He says half joking and half serious. You never consider yourself good at confrontation. You usually avoid it at all costs, but you know that you can’t run away from this forever.  

So you take a deep breath, thinking what is the best way to start this conversation. You have to remember that this Steve, your Stevie, and he is never going to do anything to purposely hurt you.

“I’m happy to be going back home. Vegas can be chaotic and I just want normal.”  You say, playing with the ring on your finger. You don’t know why you’re wearing your wedding ring; maybe you are afraid of losing it maybe it’s something more.

He nods, taking your left hand in his, building up the courage to say something. “I told Sam and Bucky about what happened to us.” He says, avoiding eye contact with you. You shrug; you didn’t’ keep the secret from Nat and Wanda, so how can you expect him to do it?

“It’s ok, the girls know too. What did the guys say?” You ask curiously. He laughs, letting go of your hand and running his  through his hair. “A lot of things, a few are better for you not know, but in the end, they were surprisingly supportive.” He says, smiling; his smile is so bright that it’s contagious. For a brief moment, you forget the situation you’re in right now.

“How are we going to solve this, Stevie?” You ask, bring the mood down. You feel like you two can survive the whole one night stand and getting married thing, but it will take some time.“I’m not sure, but all I know is that I don’t want to get a divorce.”

You arch your eyebrows at him. You are not really surprised by the fact that he doesn’t want a divorce.  If he wanted to get one, you two would have solved this right away in the morning. “Why?”

He sighs, looking so confused right now that your heart breaks. “My mom, my family… The way I was raised, marriage is forever, it’s supposed to be with the love of your life.” You nod; you don’t agree with him. but you do understand where he is coming from.

Steve never talks about his family, but Bucky does, and according to him, Steve’s family is very Italian and very religious. Bucky told you a lot of stories about their childhood and how scary Steve’s father was.

You didn’t have to be a genius to know what he was implying; Steve father was abusive towards his wife, son and probably everyone around him. You do understand Steve’s side on this; he doesn’t want to disappoint his family or betray his beliefs.  

“I understand, but it’s worth it? Steve, we don’t even remember our own wedding. Your family is not more important than your happiness.”  You say, resting your hand on his thigh; you can’t stay in this marriage for the rest of your life because of Steve and his believes.

It doesn’t matter how much you love Steve, he is your best friend after all.

“I know that is not fair to you. You’re not in love with me and I get that and I get this is not your dream wedding … But just give me a chance, please?” He pleads, and he sounds desperate. He doesn’t sound like a man who wants a chance with a woman, but someone who is scared of something.

“What is really happening, Steve? Don’t lie to me, please.” You say, trying to understand him. “I don’t remember a lot about last night, but I remember a few things, especially the way I was feeling… And I never felt like that, so happy and carefree…”

“That was the tequila talking, Steve, nothing else.” You say, cutting him off. Everything sounds better when you are drunk. “No, it wasn’t, around you I always feel this way, but yesterday, everything was amplified. When I kissed you, it was the best kiss of my life.”

You bite your lip, you don’t want to believe him and his feelings because he is confused.  

“So what, are you proposing?” When you think about your kiss with Steve, you can’t deny that it was magical, but a kiss is not enough for you to marry someone or in this case, to stay married. “We can try for a while, six months maybe even a little less if you want…”

You take a deep breath; what does try for a while even mean? You would still be living in your apartment or would you live with him? Would you two share a bed or sleep in separates rooms? What really scares you is, will your relationship evolve physically or emotionally?

Do you even like Steve this way? Sure he was a great guy, so caring, funny and adorable. And it doesn’t hurt that he looks the way he does, with his blonde hair, blue eyes, and adorable smile. But still, is this enough? And even more importantly, does he likes you this way?

You have so many questions for him, but instead, all you do is to nod and say, “Give me some time to think about it.”

“Are you planning to leave your room anytime soon? You have been here for almost five hours now.”  Wanda says, entering your room and lying on your bed beside you. “Not really, I like my room a lot it’s very comfy in here.” You say, staring at the ceiling; you’ve been in the same position for 5 hours, thinking about your conversation with Steve and the mess your life became in the last 48 hours.

“Well, you are wearing your wedding ring, so you two are good?” She asks, staring at you. You can’t lie to her; during your flight you two had a lot of time to talk. And as much you two talked, you feel like you didn’t get anywhere.

“You could say that. You know we had six hours to talk about all this and still I don’t know what we are going to do Biting your lip, you know that you have to solve this as a responsible adult.

“Why?” She asks, picking your left hand and seeing the ring on your finger. “He wants to give us a try, he also wants me to move in with him… And you know what the worst part is? I don’t even know if he likes me.”

She looks at you before getting out of the bed. “You know, for us to have this conversation, we need two things; wine and Nat.” She says, leaving your room just to return to a few seconds later with two bottles of wine and Natasha.

“Let’s start from the beginning; why don’t you want to move with him?” Natasha asks, sitting on your floor. It was obvious that Wanda explained to her what was happening in the thirty seconds that she was away.

You sigh; you have a lot of reasons, but the one that is really holding you back is the fact that you don’t know how he feels about you. You don’t want to dive into this, whatever this is, if he is only doing this because he is afraid of his family.

If he wants to give this a chance, it has to be a real chance.

“First off, how can I leave you two alone in this apartment? You two need my help to my pay rent and second, what if this fake, real wedding doesn’t work out? I’ll be homeless; I can’t afford an apartment alone in this city and what if we aren’t friends anymore because you like your new roommate more?”

You are sure that half of the things you are saying don’t make any sense but all this fears are thru for you.

“Calm the fuck down, you don’t have to worry about us. Nat and I can handle rent without you and you are not going to be homeless.” Wanda says, sweetly hugging you. You knew that you are overreacting, but you need someone to calm you down. “Are you afraid of moving in with Steve?” Natasha asks, in a sweet tone that she typically doesn’t use.

When you nod, she continues. “Why? Steve obviously cares about and he would never kick you out of his house. So tell me, what is worrying you?”  She asks, and sometimes you hate how well knows you.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship; I don’t want us to end up hating each other. I don’t even know if I like Steve like that.” Natasha passes the wine to you. She and Wanda exchange a few looks before Wanda speaks.

“Of course you like him, sweetheart. You agreed to stay married to him; you wouldn’t do that with any other man. Just talk to him, figure things out. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”  Wanda says, taking a sip of the wine.

“And you shouldn’t make decisions based on fear. So give him a chance, just remember you are in control, not him or his family. You do whatever you are comfortable with.” Natasha says, raising the bottle of wine.

You nod, knowing that tomorrow your relationship with Steve will change forever. You just hope it’s for the best.

Part 4

Steve and the reader are very confused right now, but I do hope you guys are enjoying this mess of feelings. And I truly believe that their hearts are in the right place.

So please leave feedback, I’m really excited to know what you guys are thinking so far. Especially if you are on the tag list.  And the tag list is closed but this fic is posted every Sunday.

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hey ! i’m blossom, i’m sixteen, i go by any pronouns, i fell so hard ice skating once that i got an actual gash. i’m on discord @ dios mio #2857 & here on any of my tumblr accounts. this is my introduction to my six character, sky ! read under the cut for about her and some wcs. FIND HER PINTEREST HERE.

( JENNIE KIM, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ) — ✧ that looks like SKYLAR MCCOY/ARTEMIS CREED! they’re the TWENTY-TWO YEAR OLD DAUGHTER of HANK MCCOY/TAKEN BY VICTOR CREED. [ they are also a UNDERGRAD & PSYCH TA at paragon. ] i hear they’re ADROIT & JOCULAR, but tend to be CRUEL & SELFISH. her file says that her power is GENETIC ATAVISM & GENIUS INTELLIGENCE. { blo’s rly goin thru it }

tw : graphic descriptions of violence, child abuse, and kidnapping, blood, death

i / v.  ｢    background  ! ｣

skylar mccoy is born with desire so deep in her being it leads her to do things she does not want nor understand. above all else, she wants to be free. this does not often line up to the situations she is found in.

her childhood is a mystery hidden in plain sight. her first memory is that field. they lived in a pretty home, nice and big and suited for one hank mccoy. there were always people to be around and her father was always there for her.

born to the silver of the moon, on the summer solstice, are the mccoy twins, famous beyond themselves. hank’s little science experiments. their first cries echoed against the cold walls of the lab and the warm arms of a beast that was not a beast.

skylar helix & margot astra. small, clawed, fanged... twins in every aspect of the word.

in another world, they would have grown up together. learned to love together, learned to drive together, learned to live together. they wouldn’t know despair. they wouldn’t know what it was like to reach for someone who would never be there. they wouldn’t know the shadow of tragedy, the way it sticks to different parts of ones being.

they wouldn’t miss something they could barely remember.

skylar is five when she learns how to get out of it without anyone knowing. she is like her father in many ways, but most importantly, smart beyond her wits. in that time, when she does escape, she wanders, as if her feet are driven by something else. not logical, certainly not. something primal, that shakes her bones.

when she finds that field, she’s six. it’s the only thing she remembers, and later, the only thing she remembers vividly. how it was filled with flowers. it smelt wild. like the modernization hadn’t ever thought to touch it, like it never would dare. and when she is six years old, she is in that field again. it’s close enough to her home that she can get back quick, but far enough that she has to memorize the path.

skylar is much older when the particular memory of meeting him for the first time comes back. but when she had first saw him, ugly and ferocious, she growled, a low thing that vibrated her bones. she thought he was an animal, and he would stalk in the opposite direction at her tone.

whether he was an animal or not, that was up to debate. but that he stood his ground was not.

victor creed was on a mission for the hand when he found her. skylar was alone and little, and everything he could hope for. for skylar didn’t look much human either. she was clawed and fanged and her ears pointed. she fought with urges that were not those that came from the twenty-first century.

she is amazing and intuitive and smart beyond her years, but she does not realize that he’s taking repertoire until he’s baiting her. he steals her and gives her a new identity. after that, skylar mccoy disappears. artemis creed takes her place.

she doesn’t find out for years that she had made news, that for the years that passed someone would put out an article as a reminder of the date, that people really were looking for her. ( SKYLAR MCCOY : MISSING )

victor makes himself the only figure in her young life. everything she does, it depends on him. he orders: to act, to think, to breathe.

artemis, back when it was still artemis, thinks that being with him, of running, living in the woods, it’s an awful lot like being free. she’s not given a home again. she is given a leader. follow him, do what he wants, or else.

she’s seven when she realizes that she is not going back. by the time she is seven, she’s learned the definition of abuse in absolutely chilling detail. she learns, then, survival.

artemis learns something very important about herself. she might be the girl who can’t look people in the eye anymore, who flinches when doors slam, who writes up schemes in her head of the various ways she can bring down her father. she learns that when it came to kill or be killed, she was always going to choose kill.

victor tells her often that she is made for him. he is the reason for her being. artemis, over that next year, her first year with him, kills all her memories of that house in the open, of that father who was a father. of this soul she shared ━ thoughts, tired eyes, a blood curse. she forgets because forgetting is easier.

artemis has a problem, victor always tells her after she does something that ‘ makes ‘ him beat her. ( that will always be her second memory: her, trying to bring herself to her knees. victor, smiling cruelly down at her, hand dripping of blood. )

she can’t obey, he tells her. artemis spits blood and smiles. she’s always been free, she tells him. all her wit gets her is another hit. victor tells her he should be more like victoria.

artemis learns that she is not a girl. she’s the animal her body wants her to be. the claws, and the fangs, and the ears. victor does not care about her intelligence. he cares about how much power she can pack into a punch. how much force it takes her to rip someone’s throat with her teeth. how easily she can sneak up on an enemy.

he’s not the perfect teacher. if she does not get it on the first try, he starves her. or hits her. or anything, really. what he makes up for in intelligence, he has in spades for creativity. but artemis is the perfect student, though.

she meets this perfect ‘ victoria ‘ when she is nine. she, victor tells her, is what you’re going to be. ( skylar does not ask: blank ? caged ? raw ? ) she looks up at her, and artemis thinks to herself that her and victoria, despite being sisters, do not look very much alike.

sisters & not alike. it stands out to her. it feels wrong. 

she wonders about victoria sometimes, after that, when their paths cross again. she grows bitter, in this way she does not want, that she’s second-rate. how can she spend all her time with this man & still not be the best ?

( because she is free, she is free, she is free. she is still skylar mccoy. she has people looking for her. she never learned to listen. her tongue runs before her. his violence can not degrade her spirit. )

when artemis is fourteen, though she does not know that she is fourteen, her father has left her alone in the city and tells her to not return to him until night. this is not out of character of him. artemis, always, comes back to him.

she had wondered at first, why she did it, but the answer was easy. if she didn’t, victor would kill her. she wasn’t his perfect daughter, she was the one that he ‘ saved, ‘ the one he was trying to fix of her own crimes of humanity.

she wanders until she finds a diner and walks inside. she looks as she always does. dirty and wide-eyed, but enough like some other homeless city kid that it does not make people turn.

she orders a soda because that’s the only thing she has enough money for, and sits and waits. the news is on the tv in front of her, so it’s with that she occupies her time. victor doesn’t tell her about things like those. he keeps her shrouded in a bubble. he tells her that people are poison. that anyone but him cannot be trusted, because they’ll lie to girls like her.

she does not have a reason to not believe him, but she is a smart girl, so she knows she also does not have a reason to.

the news roll on and on. it’s mundane. they talk about robberies and jumpings, of people bleeding to death in alleys and on cold linoleum floors. she thinks there are much worse ways to die. the man whose throat she had slashed with her claws two days ago, whose blood was black, whose eyes were wide open the entire time.

then, they talk about something else.  ❝ it’s been eight years to the day, ❞ the news anchor says, voice both sympathetic and void, for it has to be, she thinks. ❝ since prodigy child skylar mccoy, half the famous mccoy twins, went missing from her home in upstate new york. there have been dozens of reports all across the world, but nothing has come up with an answer to where she disappeared. her father, doctor henry mccoy released ― ❞

artemis does not hear the rest. her entire body goes rigid. it sparks something within her that was diminished long ago. the names, so familiar, and as was the story. she feels disoriented and confused, and like she can’t breathe.

artemis drops her few soiled bills in front of her and flees from the diner and throws up right there on the sidewalk. a concerned woman comes up to her, but when artemis growls, she backs away.

she does not remember, not right away, but there’s a part of her that thinks she knows, now. she takes this realization with startling calmness. artemis finds herself walking back to the cabin they have made up stay in. by the time she gets there, it is dark.

the walk clears her head. being in the forest makes her feel better. artemis doesn’t burst into the cabin, demanding answers. she’s too smart for that. she comes in quietly and goes to the space on the floor that victor had allowed her to sleep on. she makes a plan.

artemis, before she goes to sleep that night, figures out three things. three things, that she knows to be irrevocably true. firstly, she was the missing skylar mccoy. second, victor creed was the man who had taken her. third, she was going home, wherever that may be.

it does not happen in the snap of a few months. she needs time. it’s three years until she’s managed to find her opportunity. by then, she is another asset of the hand, officially, though victor is still with her every step.

if she is the weapon, he is the hand wielding her.

she thinks, in part, the time it took her is not just because of the plan. it is also because, deep down, in this undeniable way, she was scared to leave him. he was all she knew. her memories had not come back yet.

when she realizes this, it comes with something else, too. why had she been scared to leave him ? because he had caged her. she was no longer free. she had never been free but had just convinced herself that she was.

so, the plan commences, then, days later, for once and for all. they’re on a mission and skylar pretends to slip up, to fall in battle. she lets herself be brutalized to the brink of death.

victor kills the man who does it, but it’s too late. she lays on the ground as he stands above her. his voice is unapproving and angry.  ❝ a waste, ❞ he says, as her eyes flutter shut. she hears as her breathing slows. victor’s footsteps leave.

skylar, for one terrifying moment, thinks that her plan will actually fail. that she will really die. that getting away from him will be her end. but then she’s being swept into darkness with the lasting thought that, at least, victor will not eat her body.

when she wakes up, it’s to a new world. it must be days later, or at least that’s how it feels. her wounds are mostly healed. she must’ve not been hit in any organs or arteries, then. if she had, she’d be dead. ( it’s just another thing skylar never told victor about. )

she brings herself to her feet. she feels it again. freedom. victor thinks she’s dead. he won’t be coming for her anytime soon ; when he does, she will be protected. she lets out a giddy laugh as she starts to walk, weak and hungry, toward the main road. she walks into the first store she sees and tells them her name and then she asks for a phone.

it’s at the police station that she meets her family again. 

identical eyes met one another. margot. the one who made it. they stand together, arms wrapped around each other. skylar, dirty & beaten, and impossibly, unbelievably alive.

as soon as hank sees her, he cries and she finds herself doing so too, though she has trouble understanding why. 

she tells them a quiet voice that she knew that they looked for her. she tells them she’s sorry. they don’t want to hear it.

she goes back to the house she grew up in. her memories from before are fuzzy, but they come back with time. people re-introduce themselves to her, and sometimes she replies with a memory, and sometimes nothing comes.

the only one that she remembers is margot. or maybe remembers is the wrong word. she’s trying, but it comes easy with her. like she was made to know her. they will never be so close to another being as they were.

margot is always going to be her favorite hiding place. a secret she never wanted to tell.

it had always been that for her. margot was always there. she didn’t remember her the right way, but she was still a fixture. in dreams, flashes of memories, stories she does not remember being told.

warm, brown eyes, a loud peal of laughter, their treehouse...

skylar is candid with them in a way that she knows makes people uncomfortable. she tells her father everything. what victor did to her. that she didn’t remember him or herself for a very long time. that she’s killed people, hundreds, with her bare hands, with her teeth, with knives and beatings, like it was nothing.

no one rejects her. they all speak in common tongues: you did what you had to do to survive. skylar knows that she could have done better, though. she doesn’t tell them that it was easy. that she knew that she had a decision, in those moments. her or them. that she had chosen her, every time, and she would again. she thinks that would make them uncomfortable, too.

they send her to school and to therapists as well, because, naturally. skylar’s, as expected, a genius, just like her father. even advanced subjects manage to bore her. she enjoys math and science, most of all, but school is more of a hobby than anything else for skylar. she prefers doing other things, trying to catch up with everything she lost.

ii / v.  ｢    powers  ! ｣

genetic atavism doesn’t fall over on the ‘ cute ‘ end of the power spectrum, but skylar wouldn’t ever change anything about herself, even if she was willing to at least partially blame victor taking her on how she appeared.

it’s a regression, in a way. to an earlier form. for skylar, it manifests in more animalistic features. claws, fangs, and pointed ears from the day she was born. it’s not the sort of mutation one can hide, not that she’d ever want to.

skylar has never been ashamed of her powers. she never will be. ( if that, in part, is because of victor, well, that doesn’t need to be explored. )

with atavism comes more than looks. she’s enhanced. in speed, strength, agility, senses, and reflexes, just like those of an animal. she has a healing factor, one that saved her life. it’s not very powerful, but it will heal her acceleratedly from any non-mortal wounds.

on the less beneficial end of this spectrum is her animal instincts. they are easily taken advantage of. she’ll have impulses that are not those a normal human posses. she’s an extrovert to the extreme, always drawn to places she deems ‘ wild. ‘ it’s lead to more than a few problems.

iii / v.  ｢    work ! ｣

skylar becomes a person of society again at seventeen. she doesn’t ever attend high school, despite that she is, in fact, back in time to go for one year. they spend a year rehabilitating her, instead.

skylar doesn’t think she needs to be rehabilitated. she has trouble understanding severity. she always has. she hates knowing that what victor did took so much from her.

eleven years of her life, of her childhood, that she will never get back. from ages six to seventeen, she was a ghost because of him.

the trauma she deals with is the one side of the rehabilitation. skylar is deeply scared but has problems with admitting to this. it runs through even the most simple parts of her being.

when she’s seventeen, and she’s been back five months, for the first time since then she manages to anger her father. naturally, it’s because skylar did something she was expressly told not to.

hank does not yell at her, but rather calmly explains why what she did was wrong. skylar, for all her disregard, understands and apologizes. she doesn’t understand why he doesn’t hit her though. when she tells him this, and he looks like he might cry, she doesn’t understand that either.

skylar’s miseducation runs deep. she’s still trying to rectify it.

the other half of her rehabilitation is… school, really. skylar was in kindergarden when she was taken, but she was at a fourth-grade level. catching up is scary easy for her. skylar could still read and write, and everything else had faded with the rest of her memories, but it comes back.

she goes through everything at once. it would take a normal person years what takes her months. she is the daughter of one the smartest people on the planet, mister six phds.

hank lets her go back to school and into paragon after she passes her ged ( a seven & a half hour long test which skylar completes in three after chugging a starbucks espresso ). skylar runs to join margot.

skylar’s father makes a joke about her majoring in psychology. he see’s her suppressed emotion bullshit for what it is: bullshit. so… skylar majors in psychology, just to spite him for it.

she’s twenty-two, but almost completed her degree with the number of credits she has. after this, she’s thinking she’s going to apply to be a school counselor but also go for a biochemistry degree. she’s trying to outdo her dad & sister both.

skylar isn’t very devoted to school ; she considers it rather rudimentary. but she is smart enough to be concerned about her future.

iv / v.  ｢    personality ! ｣

skylar is usually one of the smartest people in the room, but you’d never guess it in a million years. she’s flamboyant and loud. she purposefully misunderstands people in order to make fun of them.

she positively radiates chaotic energy. skylar’s not a girl you bring home to your parents. she’s the girl you only talk to in a party setting. she’s known for being excruciatingly honest. don’t ask her what she thinks unless you’re ready to bear the weight of it.

skylar has problems taking things seriously. she’d rather not be deep or poetic. she can’t stand people she considers downers. she doesn’t want to talk about her feelings. she still, in a way, wants to forget, but this time it’s different.

acknowledging what victor did to her makes it more real than she would like. she doesn’t think she could stand it. of how susceptible she was, how stupid. she let her instincts get the better of her. she was just a little kid, all alone through her own making.

skylar feels responsible. she knows what they would tell her if she aired this: that she is not. she doesn’t need to air this.

but still, for all her frilliness, for all her diversion, for her play-acting at being some useless character, skylar does not hesitate to show her true colors. you don’t want to cross her. she’s gotten in trouble countless times by countless school officials & therapists alike for threatening people with harm.

skylar doesn’t really understand the problem with letting people know how powerful she is, that’s the thing. the girl she put in a chokehold deserved it, she thinks. she doesn’t see the issue.

v / v.  ｢    wanted connections !    ｣

people who knew her from victor ! someone who knew her as artemis. this can range far and wide, from someone with a personal conenction to victor or who just saw them passing through.

people who see thru her nonchalance ! they, for whatever reason, can see past all her fake ‘ fine ‘ bullshit. they call her out on it.

tutor-ee ! she’s a genius, certifiably. against all odds, she still remains a top student at the school. skylar’s definitely tutorted people, now and in the past.

other ! i’m always up for new ideas. if this sparked an interest in you, feel free to message me here or on discord.

[waywardnerd67]

Writing Your Story: Chap. 1 - Took You Long Enough

Summary: When Raelyn Nichols was approached to continue writing the Supernatural series she never knew how her world would one-day flip completely upside down when she meets the characters from her books the famous Winchester Brothers. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel and Raelyn Nichols (OFC) Pairing: Dean X Raelyn (OFC) Warnings: All the fluff. Word Count: 2621 A/N: Alright ladies and gents, here is the first chapter of my first ever series! I’m incredibly excited and scared pantless. If you find any mistakes please let me know, since I edited this chapter roughly around 2AM EST. I will be updating this series weekly probably on Saturday. Let me any thoughts and opinions you have on this including constructive criticism (all hate can be deposited into your local trash can). Above all, thank you for reading what I write and for all the support. Tagging A Few Lovelies Who Inspire Me To Keep Writing: @waywardbaby @rosethesupernaturalhunter @carryonmywaywardcaptain @anotherwaywardsister @ladywinchester1967

Raelyn Nichols smiled as a mom took a picture of her daughter with her. “Thank you, Miss Nichols.” The little girl said. Raelyn smiled sweetly at her, “You’re welcome.” Raelyn sighed as she sat back down behind her booth. Raelyn’s rise to stardom was unusual and no one knew the true story except for Raelyn, a special angel friend and Chuck Shirley, as known as, God. Chuck was a fan of Raelyn’s novels and asked her to continue writing his series Supernatural. At first, Raelyn, thought it was a joke but once Chuck revealed his true identity who could say no to God. The last three years, she had been cranking out books every six to eight months. Now she did book events along with comic conventions taking pictures and signing autographs.

“Raelyn Nichols?” Raelyn looked up from her phone into the stunning olive-green eyes of the gorgeous man from her dreams. She smiled at him, “Dean Winchester, took you long enough to find me.” He looked at her dumbfounded as his younger brother came up behind him. “Ah, Sam Winchester. Well, now that the Scooby gang is all here I’m assuming you found out that I am writing Supernatural. Can this conversation wait until after the convention? I am kind of working here.” Sam looked to Dean just as dumbfounded. “How do you know about us? Our lives?” Dean’s voice was stern and husky. His voice was just as Raelyn had dreamed it would be.

“Look, I promise I will explain everything to you pretty boy. I’m not running or going anywhere. Here,” Raelyn handed them all access passes, that had been meant for her best friend and her boyfriend, to the convention, “you can go anywhere within the convention. There is quite the spread of food back in reception if you both are hungry.” Dean perked up a bit as Sam looked over to him rolling his eyes. “You will meet us in the reception area as soon as you’re done.” Sam said as Raelyn looked behind the taller Winchester. A line was forming behind them, “Yes, I’m not going anywhere. Chuck told me one day you would find me. That day is today. Now go before my line gets any longer.” The brothers looked behind them seeing quite a few people dressed as them and with Supernatural books in their hands.

Sam and Dean stepped to the side and watched Raelyn as she talked with fans, signed books and took pictures. Sam decided to go walk around the convention since he had never been to one before and saw a few Star Wars actors he would love to meet. Dean couldn’t bring himself to move from Raelyn’s booth. There was something about her that instantly drew him into her. She was beautiful which is obviously what caught his attention first. She had long wavy chocolate brown hair, tall curvy body and porcelain skin. The two features that made Dean weak in the knees were her brilliant forest green eyes that bore into him like no one ever had before and her soft full rosy lips just begging to be kissed.

He watched her interact with fans as she would smile for pictures and even posing ridiculously with some of them. She glanced over to him and motioned for him to come over behind the booth. She pulled out a stool from under her table and patted it. “Sit. I’d rather you sit here and chat than stand there and stare.” He chuckled as he sat next to her. Another fan came up, “Wow he looks just like Dean in the books. That is exactly how I pictured him.” Raelyn laughed as Dean shifted uncomfortably. “I know, me too, that is why I picked him as the winner of a local contest. He won the chance to be with me all day. He’s one of my biggest fans.” Dean gave her a pointed looked as the teenage girl looked to him with admiration. “Wow, you’re so lucky. Would it be okay to get a picture with the both of you?” Dean started to shake his head but Raelyn tugged on his jacket. “Of course, you can, Robert here would be honored to take a picture with you.” Raelyn dragged him in front of the table and the fan stood in between them. Emma, convention worker assigned to Raelyn, took the picture and the fan hugged them both before walking away. Dean was chuckling as they sat back down and no one was at Raelyn’s booth. “So, how long are you usually here at these conventions?” Raelyn looked at her phone, “I’m usually here for three days, Friday thru Sunday, all day. I’ve got another hour or so before I can pack up. A lot of fans are starting to leave now so I may be able to leave early. Why? You got a hot date?” Dean smirked, “Yeah, I do. I have a date with a good-looking author who knows more about me than I do her.”

Raelyn felt her cheeks burning. “Why Dean Winchester are you flirting with me?” She looked at him above her black rimmed glasses. She watched as a devious smirk came across his handsome face. Seeing Dean Winchester in her dreams or visions was one thing but him in person was a whole another story. His sandy brown hair looked soft and his broad muscular body was hidden under layers of denim, cotton and flannel. She watched as he ran his large hands over his muscular thighs driving her crazy. However, it was his eyes, his olive-green steal your soul eyes, that made her lose all train of thought. He noticed her sizing him up and his smirked turned into a smile. She was staring at his lips now as he ran his tongue over the bottom one trapping it under his teeth. Her eyes got wide and he saw her breath hitch. “What if I am, Raelyn? Is that okay with you?” he asked as she fidgeted with her hair twirling it between her fingers. “I wouldn’t hate it, but I’m not really your type.” Dean looked down at his hands nervously quickly being reminded why he was there next to her in the first place. “You really do know everything about us, huh? Every thought or feeling we have?” Raelyn sighed, “I can’t read your mind if that is what you’re asking. But yeah, I know pretty much everything about you two. Including that you tend to go after ladies who a few sizes smaller than I am and wear more provocative clothing.” Dean’s smile faded as he ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah, I’m not really a great guy when it comes to having something more than a one-night stand.” Raelyn looked at him about to say something when he spoke again, “Probably best if you just stayed away from me, Raelyn.” He got up walking away from her table. Raelyn sighed as another fan approached her. Raelyn finished up the last few autographs and pictures then she packed up her personal items walking towards reception.

Raelyn found the brothers sitting at a table waiting for her. Sam was holding a few pictures that were autographed as Dean was giving him a disapproving look. She walked up to them, “Come on. We can go back to my place and talk. It’s warded against… well everything so it’s safe there.” Sam and Dean followed her outside where it had started to rain. “Well, where’s your beautiful Impala at? I don’t feel like walking in the rain even if it is only a few blocks.” Dean pointed across the street and she smiled seeing the car. “Oh Baby, you are more than I could have ever dreamed.” She said admiring the car. Dean could not help the smile on his face as she admired his pride and joy. “She’s unlocked.” He stated simply as they all got in. As he drove down the street, Raelyn was humming her praises to his Baby. Her humming was driving him crazy. Sam turned to her, “Do you need a moment alone with the Impala?” Raelyn looked up at Dean through the rearview mirror, “Sure, just park it and leave it running. I’ll be done in ten minutes.” She laughed as she watched both men’s shocked expressions and subtly smile on Dean’s face. She directed them to her condo and lead them up to it. She sat down her bag and curiously watched Sam and Dean look around her home. “You have quite the collection of comics and memorabilia.” Sam said in awe as he looked over her collectables. “Thank you, I am quite the nerd. So, please make yourselves comfort.” Raelyn went into her kitchen to grab a couple beers from her fridge for Sam and Dean. She also grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a glass for herself. She walked back into her living room seeing the boys had taken off their jackets and were sitting on her couch. She handed them the beers and then sat in her favorite chair pouring herself a drink.

“Before we get this started we need one more person to join us.” She picked up her phone and sent a text message. A couple of minutes later, there was a knock on her door. “Come on in!” Raelyn shouted. A tall man came walking in with dark brown hair and blue eyes like the ocean wearing a trench coat. “Cas?!” The brothers said at the same time as Raelyn chuckled loving it when they spoke in unison. The beautiful angel nodded as he sat on the couch next to Dean. “You two know each other?” Dean asked looking pointedly at Cas. “Yes, Dean I was asked to watch over her when Chuck left. How did you two find out about Raelyn?” he asked as Dean scoffed. “Claire found her books online and then passed it along to us. Better question is why didn’t you tell us about this?” Sam asked. Raelyn poured herself another drink as Dean whispered over to her, “You got another glass?” She snickered getting up and getting him one.

In the kitchen she could still hear all of them talking. As she walked back out she poured Dean a drink and then shut them all up, “Alright! Let’s just get this over with.” The three men looked up at her and nodded. Dean downed his drink and quickly refilled it. “Start from the beginning, Raelyn.” Sam stated as she settled into her chair. “I knew Carver Edlund or Chuck Shirley from different conventions and our agents were from the same company. Anytime we would talk he would mention how he loved my novels and I equally loved his.” She paused for a moment taking a drink. “A few years ago, he showed up here and asked if we could talk. He explained he was leaving for a while and would love it if I would continue writing Supernatural. Of course, being a huge fan, I agreed and he had all the rights transferred to me. That is when he told me the truth about the books.” Raelyn poured another drink for Dean when he finished the second one. “He was God, the books were real life events, Sam and Dean Winchester were real brothers saving people and hunting things.”

Sam scoffed, “What made you believe him?” Raelyn chuckled thinking back on the day that changed her life forever. “He touched my forehead and suddenly I saw everything that had happened in the books. I saw your lives from the day you were born. He showed me his true face bright light and all. He told me that I would have dreams of what I needed to write. Kind of like Sam’s premonitions but not as painful and no psychic powers.” She noticed Sam flinch and Dean gave him a weary look. “Look, I didn’t ask to have all of this. I thought I would just be writing a series of books based off his notes not the real-life tales of ghostbusting. I know I wouldn’t want someone knowing my entire life story and airing it out to the world.” Dean turned towards her, “Then why do you continue to write the books?” She sighed finishing her drink and setting the glass down. “The main reason is because God… literal God told me too. I think it’s important to follow what he says, don’t you think? Also, your story brings a lot of hope and inspiration into millions of lives who believe they are hopeless and meaningless to this world. I believe if my books or your story can impact one person’s life then it is worth continuing to tell the story.”

“How did you meet Cas then?” Castiel smirked slightly as she chuckled, “It was a rough start. At conventions I have some enthusiastic fans which Cas thought were trying to harm me. First time, I ever saw him, he ran off a bunch of fans that were cosplaying as demons.” Castiel shrugged slightly, “I followed Raelyn for weeks before then. I believed she was in danger and did not know humans would dress up for fun as demons.” Sam and Dean started laughing. Raelyn loved seeing them laugh since most of the time she only witnessed them fighting or hurt in her dreams. “Are you working on a new book now?” Sam asked as he finished his beer. Raelyn looked from one brother to the next and shook her head, “Not currently. I am just promoting the current book ‘Tombstone’ which was a bitch to get titled since there’s a movie titled that as well.” Raelyn nervously looked up at the three men to see if they bought her lie. Castiel was the only one looking at her curiously but Sam and Dean took her word for it. “So, now what?” she asked. Dean stood up stretching his tall, muscular body. Raelyn bit her bottom lip admiring the way his muscles contracted as he moved his arms above his head.

“Now, we leave our numbers for you and if you have any more dreams then you call us.” Dean took out a piece of paper from a journal he kept in his jacket pocket. He wrote his and Sam’s numbers down handing it to her. Briefly, their fingers touched and she felt an electric current run up her arm. A wonderful chill ran down her back and looking up she could see he had felt it as well. His eyes wide and darken as he gazed down at her. He opened his mouth to say something but simply trapped his tongue between his teeth driving Raelyn crazy. She shook her head slightly as Sam cleared his throat, “Alright, well we should get going.” Raelyn followed the brothers to her door waving goodbye and closing it once they were down the hall. She took a deep breath in and slowly released it as she leaned up against the door. “Raelyn, why did you not tell them about writing a new book?” Castiel asked as she cleaned up the boys’ bottles and glass. “No one should know too much about their own future especially the Winchesters.” She looked sternly at her angel friend, “You won’t tell them about it as well. You know how they will react and there is no need to add fuel to the fire.” Castiel nodded apprehensively. “Good, now pop out here so I can take a shower, write and go to bed.” With a whooshing sounding Castiel was gone and Raelyn settled herself at her desk. She powered on her laptop and pulled up her newest manuscript entitled, “Wayward Sisters”.

[theadgrodcast]

The Manchego Brothers Part 1: Cheese Wheel of Fortune

1min 20secs

Narrator

Ladies, and gentleman please silence your phones

If you were respectful, you’d leave them at home

Turn them off! ‘Cause a tale we’ll tell

If you don’t hear it, you can go straight to hell

It’s a story about two brothers who

Loved each other and they went through

Some trials and tribulations

‘Cause they were for their nation

But they realized halfway thru

that what they were asked to do

Was not right for them or you….

(spoken)

Lucky for you I’m just the introduction guy. But make sure you turn off those cell phones, and listen because I have a tale to tell. It’s about the Manchengo… Manchego!… sorry I just got the script.

(Sung)

The Manchego Brothers!

It’s a tale unlike any other!

If we we went back 65 years

We would see those brothers right here

Let me put you in the place

let me put you in the space

It’s the 1935 worlds fair

Let me take you there…

Sir I said silence your cell phone!

OOooooooo…..

Put it away or you will go!

Here comes the curtains!

Here comes the show!

Curtain draws…

Reporter

(Spoken)

Welcome to the 1935 Worlds Fair! Where all of the world’s most brilliant scientists are here, and there! Let’s go over here to a little stand with the Manchego Brothers!

Hello sir, what’s your name?

Charles

Well hello. I am Charles… well, Carlos is my original name but you can call me Charles Manchego. And this is my brother, Earl Bradley, and we’re here to show you our robots that we have made.

(Sung)

You see right there?

It’s put together

in a snare

There is a little tiny nut and bolt there that adds the arm to the body

and then you’ll see

That these robots they can act just like you and me.

But to not weird everyone out

I made a little dog and a cat

so you can see what they do

you can see when they look like that

Check out my robots

They’re right on the table

And they’re able

to walk for a mile

or bring you your cable

or your newspaper that’s 

outside of your front door

That robotic dog can bring you that

and bring you so much more

Our robots are for your life,

our robots are for your wife,

and for your kids,

a do do your taxes

Reporter

(spoken)

My word, I’ve never seen such a sight. Look at these robots. They’re really tight. Not a single nut or bolt is loose on these gooses! I’ll tell you these Manchego Brothers are going somewhere!

Randall Hogan Sparkwell

(sung)

Oh, yes, they’re going somewhere

That’s right, me!

I am the financier!

My name is Randall. Hogan. Sparkwell.

and let me tell

you that I’m here

to give these men

the financier

and then i know when

it will start to produce

the things that I use

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

they don’t know yet

Hello my name is

Randall. Hogan. Sparkwell.

It is very nice and gentlemen

I can tell

You are two smart boys

And your robot toys

are gonna go somewhere

because they are the nation’s choice

(Spoken)

Gentleman I would like to finance you in your robotic endeavors for the good of our Spanish nation! That’s right, did I not mention the worlds fair is taking place in Spain?!

Narrator

(Sung)

And then Earl Bradley looked at Charles.

And he said, “My friend

We’ve been working on this for quite a while”

Earl Bradley

Come on man!

Let’s get that money

Let’s get going

Let’s make our robots

and someday we will be showing…

How smart we are!

and how far we can go!

We are ahead of our time!

So far that we don’t even know!

Come on Charles!

We’re brothers

Don’t you know?

We been working on this robots

since, well let’s go!

Way back when

when we use to hang out

with our grandparents then

Back in la mancha

you know, La Mancha!

We use to watch them make the cheese, Charles.

Don’t you remember?

Grandma & Grandpa making the cheese.

And our little rat friend, Enrique.

Charles

Why yes,

I remember that time

Let me express it

in my best rhyme

Oh Earl Bradley

You brought back a memory

Of something that i couldn’t remember

but now I plainly see

Back in the day

as we watched

our grandparents

make the curds and whey

It’d turn into cheese

A delicious thing

that you could see

and it is something that made our town

beyond what we could ever be.

That’s right

We’re the family of Manchego Cheese.

It’s a creamy delight

you can spread on your bread

or you can eat it at night!

It won’t hurt you belly at all

But beyond that

Let’s get back to the present

and think about how far we can go

Earl, I’m in buddy. Let’s take the money of 

Randall Hogan Sparkwell.

And we will make these robots

We will never tell

How far we can go

until we go

until we get that dough

Raaaaaaandall!

I accept your deal

Because it is real

Raaaaaaaaaandall!

Give me the money

and I’ll give you the honey

By honey I mean robots

Just give me what you got

It doesn’t matter if it is not

For the good of humanity

Just give me that whole, whole slot

of money baby.

Narrator

(spoken)

So a well financed Manchego brothers they got their laboratory, and they got their plans  together.They started to put together robot, one piece by one piece. At first it started off with ease.

*Tinkering*

Earl Bradley

Nut by nut

bolt by bolt

after we’re done

an electric jolt

giving life

inside this can

I’m putting in

a metal man an iron man…

Thats… that is not allowed

Cause Disney has all of that

let’s keep going now

A metal man

(whirring)

And I flip the switch

Which

turns this man’s brain on

and he starts to go on and on

(whirring)

Your first directive is to pick up

That cup

Your second one is

to take a tiny sup.

But every time

they break the glass

every test t

hey just can’t get passed

Their directives are impeded

by the things that keep them receding

It’s a lack of conscious

oh yes its that

I know exactly

we’ll get that

we’ll put it in,

inside the can

then we’ll make

a bionic man

Yes!

Narrator

Earl Bradley

knows what to do

so he starts going on through

his mind

and in every plan

in every stand

He finds

the only way

to get the pay

to make those robots

save the day

is to put inside

a conscious mind

A conscious mind.

Earl Bradley

Charles! Charles!

Charles

Ugh what?

Earl Bradley

I know how we can do it!

We got take a mind

and put it into it!

That’s the only way

we will make the robots

to save the day

Because every one’s got

An emotional attachment

Except for these

nuts and bolts

We got give it an electric jolt

with a brain inside

to make it ride

to end of the directive

that we put inside

so now I know where to go

it’s a close soup kitchen

because there are some people

that no one will be missing.

Ooooooh Yeah!

I’ve got it

I’ve got the plan

we’ll take a brain

from a man

electric jolts

into a can

Narrator

Well this didn’t sit right with Charles and he thought…

Charles

Earl

You’ve gone mad

Did you not listen

to our grandma and our grandad?

They said

the best recipe

was to let things sit

and you will see

The true answer

don’t try shoe horn it in

Because if you try to put a man’s brain

inside of a can

He might freak out

It won’t work out

what are we going to do

If he starts to digitally scream and shout

Oh my God,

What can I say?

How can I make Earl Bradley

Not think this way?

Not think this way?

So I went for a walk

and I had a talk

in the park

then i thought

maybe it’s getting kind of dark

But then I saw this beautiful lady

and she started to walk to me

and I said pardon me, m’am

but I see puddle in front of thee

So i took off my jacket

and I put it on down

so she could walk across

like it was some cloth ground

and she looked at me,

said, “you are quite a polite gentleman”

I said m’am

can i get your name

and could i put it in

my tiny black book

well i know that’s not

what you think it is

because I’ve only got

my mother’s and sister’s

and my dad’s number

i hope to put it in

I hope to lumber

Oh girl, will you go on a date with me?

Beauty

Yes I will, because you seem like a gentleman.

Why don’t you take me to a place

where we can sit down

and have some coffees

or a latte

and my favorite is cappuccino

Charles

So that’s where we went

that’s where the next 30 mins were spent

I realized that

this gift

was from above

and I fell in love

and i started to talk

and after those three caffeines

we started to walk

and she looked at me

and she started to stalk

my mind and she could see

I was about to walk

into a war machine

You know Franco and his fascist are gaining speed?

Beauty

What kind of work do you do?

Charles

And then I started to lean

on the corner

and i told her about aboot

all the robots

all the things i shoot

inside a mechanical can

with my brother Earl Bradley

and she looked at me

so damn sadly

And she said

Beauty

I know about this Randall Hogan Sparkwell

He is going to send your soul straight to hell

he is a war financier

don’t you worry cause he is not anywhere here

i’ll whisper to you

the things that you do

are not the right for me or you

they’re gonna hurt all the jews

Do you not know

That Franco

Wants to take your robots

into a show or war

To fight off all the allies

to fight for something more

That no one wants to by at a store

That’s fascism. That’s fascism.

I’m not talking about fashion.

I’m taking about fascism.

Charles

Well I didn’t know.

That my robots would go

to keep so many low

so i’m not going to do it anymo’

No, no, no, no

I made my way

back to the laboratory

that day

to speak to my brother

E.A.R.L. Earl Bradley

and I said hey man

we can do this anymore this way

(Spoken)

And all of a sudden there was knock and things got really cool and chill like

Randall Hogan Sparkwell

(sung)

knock (x13)

Open the door

Open the door

I’ve got some rock

that’s right it’s me

Randall Hogan Sparkwell

I’m here to tell you something else

you did not know well

Guess what Franco wants to buy your robots.

Did you know that?

did you know that?

Charles

I didn’t want to tell

Randall Hogan Sparkwell

That I already knew about Franco’s plan

Because i learned them from one sexy wo-man.

But Earl, Earl was on it.

And he said

to...

Earl

Randall Hogan Sparkwell

Let me tell

You of the plans, things

That we’ve done well

There’s a robot can

But we really need a man

what we’ve been doing is taking rat’s minds and

putting them inside this can

just these little tiny rats

well they are made of bolts and nuts

and they weren’t all of that

they were organic matter but instead we put them in there

and now they’re walking around

with metal and no hair

That’s right

These rats

They still want to eat

the cheese

cause that is a thing that’s in their mind

they need

the wheel

We’re gonna put the man

inside the can

and send the allies

straight to hell!

Charles

No, Earl Bradley! Why?

We used to be so close brother

why do you feel this way

why do not see another

another way we can be here

where we can stop Franco

and all of his terrible gear

and all the terrible fascist

that want to go there

and send people off

and burn their hair

oh my God Earl

come on man!

You know what

I got to go from this land

for just a while

So I left, I left

and I never dialed

my brother!

I don’t know what he did

But I went off to the land of

America!

and Alaska!

And Canada!

And Mexico!

I traveled the world

There is no where

That I’ve ever not been

I’ve always been there

I’ve been on every land

I’ve seen every man

I’ve shaken the hand of every woman

and every childran

I’ve learned so much

I got in touch

with the people around the globe

Now I’ve returned

back to Spain

So I can share with my brother what I’ve learned.

Charles

Knock x4

Yo Earl! It’s me Chuckie!

That’s right!

Spent sometime over in America!

and now I’m Chuckie Manchego

You ready for this bro?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

You’ve been fed a lie

by a bunch of spies

A bunch of Spanish people

that don’t know why

America’s pretty cool

they trying to tell you something

different in the school

cause Franco and all his fascists

are trying to dash all your hopes

You won’t go to the place

of the red white and blue

But there’s a ton of things to learn there

and a lot of things to see.

Well I went to the grand canyon

I saw some things

and I went to the island

where the statue of liberty sings

then I went to Ar-Kanasas

My god they got a really fine ass

But I got a wife

inside my life

we spend so much time

talking at night

I got to know her

all across the land

and then we met a man

named Hannibal and he had us a plan

Earl, Earl!

I’m going to buy into a franchise!

It’s called Hannibal’s Pineapple Pie

and I’m gonna put it all across spain!

You see I’ve learned a trait

I love to make

Pizza steaks!

I’m going to buy into the franchise

From this guy

Who said I’ve got a really good eye

and he wants to invite me over to dinner

But that’s going to be later.

I’ve got to get to you and tell you where you’ve gone wrong

I’ve been thinking about you since I left so long

what your doing it’s makes no sense

just come over to the states and make some cents

with me.

We can open a Hannibal pineapple pie!

Robot Earl

No brother.

I’ve gone too far.

I’m too deep

I’ve put too much time in

you see it first started with Rats

then it started with people I didn’t care about

I took their conscious mind and put it in a can

but that wasn’t enough for this science man

you see I had to do me

so i put myself into a cybernetic city

mentality

I’ll live forever

well into 2003

I didn’t get to share this break through

with all of you

cause you had left

to go through

the arctic and beneath the two

different states

that’s right north America

and the southern one

now you are done

and come back for fun

Hell no!

I’ve spent too much

I’ve done too much

Spent too much dough

I’m gonna send these robots into

the second war.

Don’t you worry about me

Cause i’m gonna live forever

and can’t you see

Charles…

go ahead and live with your wife!

I don’t care about your life

Charles

No, don’t hurt me so

Earl Bradley I love you though

you have lost your mind

and now I find

I can turn back all of time

so lets just rewind

the problem that have

why can’t we live together

why can’t we ever have our brothers

Our brotherhood

like it was

oh that’s right

that’s because

you’re fighting for those fascist sons….

of bitches!

So now i’ve got to fight my bro

Even though

I didn’t know

things would go this way

I’ve got to stop this fascist today.

Tick tick tick tick tick

[bunnikook]

✧・ﾟyoonkook fic recs (pt. 2)・ﾟ✧

Hello, it’s me again! I have brought you more sugakookie recs. Again the *** show my personal favorites. Also if you love bangtan or sugakookie, how about following me on twitter, i use it 1000x more than tumblr

The Sound Of Winter

Yoongi has a lot on his plate, but when his pack discovers a small pup in their territory, he finds that he's about to have a lot more.

Capturing Passion***

Min Yoongi was a simple guy living the simple lifestyle in university with his relatively normal friends. However, his simple lifestyle wasn't enough to pull him out of his artistic slump, which was dragging him down a dark and lonely path.

Of course, this is all until one drunken evening and he comes across a beaten kid, and decides to take him in for the evening.

In his drunken state he didn’t notice the pair of tall, soft black ears that came from the top of the kid’s head, and he certainly wasn’t sure what to do when he woke up next to them the next morning.

the nights really were for saying things you can’t say tomorrow***

"you know, the fact that my rap puts you to sleep should be insulting," yoongi says wryly.

all your curves, and all your edges

Tumplr prompt:

In which Yoongi is a traveller who collects memories of people. Up until he meets a boy who makes him realise that this time he wants much more than a simple journal entry.

future tense**

Jeongguk was born with wings of blood and bone, broken beyond repair. It was Yoongi who had stitched feathers to the seams, promising that they would fly away from here, as far as they could possibly go.

I got a feeling (got a feeling, got a feeling) about you**

Min Yoongi is not sure about a lot of things, but if there’s one thing he can be sure about, it’s definitely: he wants to spend the rest of his fucking life with a certain Jeon Jeongguk.

Cerulean and Malachite***

tumblr prompt from anon: "You said you take requests on here on your ao3 and I'm here with a request! How about a SugaKookie soulmates. After that, you can do whatever you want with it, but if you could add some smut, that would be nice. :) Thank you!"

bless you, precious sugakookie anon.

Ever since Jungkook could listen, he’d been watching. Watching the streets, the crowds, watching the people pour on and off the trains. Jungkook had watched for the flash of color that was said to indicate the instant when one found their Soulmate. Under normal circumstances, in everyday life, an aura would be invisible to the eye; but when two Soulmates found each other, it was said that they would see the color of each others’ auras. Jungkook spent his entire life with his eyes wide open, searching around him, waiting; watching and waiting. Jungkook became impressively good at observation.

the collection

a collection of all my tumblr shorts and prompts!;

(my notes: all of these are amazing but #22 is ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL)

Distance makes the heart grow fonder (said by someone stronger than me)*

"He had no clue how long he stood there, waiting for a single foot to step out the gate. All he was aware of was people moving around him and his legs turning to jelly underneath him. His heart pounded and his knuckles turned white from the strain of his grip on the roses. Yoongi had never been this nervous in his life. The pain of being far from his love was hard before, but now it was unbearable. His boyfriend was on that plane, getting off of it right now, and those minutes of waiting were absolute pain. He had half a mind to rush onto the plane and kidnap the boy right then and there, but he had a feeling that it wouldn’t go over well.

When the first person stepped out of the gate, he found it harder to breathe. The people began pouring out of the gate, painstakingly slow, families pushing past Yoongi and talking animatedly to each other, somehow not hearing the thunderous beating of his heart. It was torture, standing there waiting for a sight of the boy he’d been thinking about for months. It wasn’t until the stream of passengers died down that Yoongi caught a glimpse of fluffy brunette hair and doe eyes, and suddenly, Yoongi couldn’t breathe."

 off the record

“Hyung, I think you might actually be fucked.”

There’s a phone being held offensively close to Yoongi’s face, opened on an article with a bolded title: ‘POP IDOL JUNGKOOK ENLISTS THE HELP OF UNDERGROUND HIP HOP PRODUCER MIN SUGA FOR UPCOMING ALBUM’. There are a multitude of pictures beneath it, one of him and Hoseok from two or three years ago at university, and an equally unflattering and familiar one from outside of his own studio.

(be)a(witch)

five moments between slytherin house sixth year min yoongi and third year transfer student jeon jungkook.

(five long drabbles according to the words spell, potion, spirit, fantasy, and witchcraft.)

You Stir Up A McFlurry In My Heart

Jungkook is completely and utterly screwed the moment he develops a crush on the voice behind the McDonald’s Drive Thru speaker.

what’s in a name?

Yoongi's mind is racing with thoughts of bills and lack of money and want of something better and his heart is in the hands of a (freshly turned) nineteen-year-old who is currently at his parent’s for a rare weekend of family bonding and ignoring his inquiring texts of how it’s going and driving him crazy.

(part 2 of the tattoo au I’ll never fully write)

 kiss me, kiss me

Jungkook normally exudes an aura of maturity, always fighting his youthful image to make sure people treat him with respect. He works out consistently, puts his heart and soul into dancing and never complains about pulling late nights and early mornings. But sometimes he’ll say things like “I want kisses” and it’ll remind Yoongi just how young and innocent Jungkook really is.

 (part 3 of the tattoo au I’ll never fully write)

( ✓ read 10:18 p.m. )*

 By the time Suga got back to him with the name of the sample, Jungkook was sitting in class. He’d never been an in-class text-er. He listened well. He followed rules. He gave professors the attention they deserved. But if Min Suga texted him, Jungkook always found himself texting back, attention 100% on his phone. Maybe it was because messaging the stranger felt as informative as half of his classes. Suga gave good advice. He’d caught himself thinking over the weekend that maybe he actually did owe Jimin some coffee.

 hello, maintenance calling

 it's completely fine to call for maintenance about once every two weeks... right?

 Sweaters

 yoongi has been into sweaters lately, jungkook notices.

 read 04:46 a.m***

 "tall americano to go, please."

 kkt (5 new messages)**

 [jungkookie] [00:08] keep me company?

 semantics ***

 semantics is the study of meaning; it focuses on the relationship between words, phrases, signs, and symbols and what they stand for.

 so far away (don’t fall away)

 “The spare to the heir, Joon-ah,” Yoongi drawled through the buzz of two glasses of whiskey he’s already admitted to having before Namjoon showed up. “That’s what I am. The spare. Married off.”

"Elizabeth II was a spare, you know."

(arranged marriage sugakookie that no one except me asked for HAAHHA)

 if i could (for just one day)

 Yoonkook Week, Day 2: Favorite AU (1/2)

Harry Potter AU (~2k words)

 witches petals

 "is there anything i can help you with?"

(or: yoongi has an affinity for cute witch florists)

 you and me are like peaches and cream

 where jungkook is the new employee at the ice cream shop where yoongi works, and yoongi really, really didn't ask for any of this.

(or, jungkook is pretty and yoongi is weak)

 fools (fall) ; a collection

a collection of drabbles from a canon point of view about falling in love.

seven: wrong/right

wrong is a five letter word. so is right.

(or: yoongi is whipped. jungkook might be, too.)

Watercolor

 tumblr request from peach-blossoms: It’s for Sugakookie (yeah I’m a hardcore shipper now): In which Jungkook is a tattoo artist who barely makes ends meet but still continues his line of work because he loves it (most of the designs are original, unless the customer brings their own), loves the drawing, the technical aspects, the myriad characters that enter his store, their varying reasons for getting a tattoo(s), not always disclosed but some are more prone to talk than others. Yoongi comes in as a customer one day, his reason for getting a tattoo simple but embarrassing (for him)–to give his image an edge, to make people stop underestimating him for his small frame and slightly feminine cat-like looks.

It’s a man, he realizes, his hair a muted shade of mint, like the pebbles that rest at the bottom of the water fountain outside of Taehyung’s dorm. He’s not the tallest, but people seem to give him space, so he’s easy to observe, despite his black on black outfit, a t-shirt tucked into tight denim.

Why Jungkook Won’t Leave Yoongi Alone *

The members of BTS have never been shy about being affectionate with one another. They hold hands, hug, and just generally touch each other a lot. It’s all innocent, really, except that recently Jungkook won’t leave Yoongi alone. Even the other members have started to notice. At any opportunity to embarass his hyung, he takes it. Any opportunity to praise him - mock him - argue with him - honestly, it’s all getting a little tiresome. But this is Yoongi, the non reactionary member of BTS who will not be so easily defeated. Herein lies the problem.

not just (pretending)

Yoongi agrees to a fake relationship with Jeongguk to get Jieun's attention. It doesn't go as planned.

Fucking Date Me

On his birthday, Jungkook messages Yoongi:

i'm eighteen

fucking date me

I.-x.

Yoongi agrees to go on a blind date with That Guy from Jimin's English class. When he develops a crush on him, it's strictly between himself, Jimin's unwilling ears, and apparently Jungkook, when he's pretending to be asleep.

most of all

beauty is beauty in whatever form it happens to take.

scraping the skies with our fingertips

Yoongi gave Jungkook his leather jacket and it all went downhill from there.

Take a Picture, It’ll Last Longer

It’s not that he thinks Jungkook is attractive...he just really wants to have the weekend off.

—In which Yoongi has been friends with Hoseok for years, so he should have known this bet would be stupid.

(part 2. Jungkook is good at a lot of things, but flirting is definitely not one of them. Thank god he’s got Taehyung and Jimin feeding him advice through an earpiece...)

too sober for this

after they finally get a night off, the members are at a lost of what to do with all their free time, and resort to drinking. even that doesn't help, but after some brainstorming and turned-down ideas, they settle on truth or dare. jungkook was expending it to be more fun than it was.

‘til the stars come out

he came in once a week around midday, always sat in the same booth by the window and always ordered the same thing.

let me love you

jungkook lets out a breathy giggle, “what was that for?”

“shhh…” yoongi hushes him, shakes his head. “let me love you.”

Just Missed It

In which everyone seems to know about Jungkook and Yoongi before Jin

when i think of you the sun comes out

Yoongi ends up taking Jungkook back to his apartment– not because he’s feeling generous, but because there are no fucking buses at four o’clock in the morning and the kid doesn’t have any money, doesn’t even have a wallet on him. It becomes evident that he’d been mugged by the guys that decided to use him as an impromptu punching bag.

Cerulean

Yoongi learns that stealing isn't always so bad

It’s February 13th

Jungkook is 14, not stupid. He understands the basics of Valentine's Day, Step 1: Buy a card, Step 2: Confess your feelings. How on earth is he screwing this up so badly? Maybe because his crush is Min Suga, also known as his best friend who's been living with his family since they were kids. Yeah, that can be an issue.

Sweater Weather

"Yoongi being cute in oversized sweater and Jungkook being overly possessive"

bunny boy

Somehow, they both ended up with animals tattooed on their wrists without even realizing it.

(i guess that we did it) on purpose**

in which yoongi and jeongguk work at a pet shelter and are bad at feelings.

Hand Holding and Misconceptions

Grabbing Yoongi’s hand in both of his Jungkook pulled him towards his door. “Come in for a while, hyung?” He swayed back and forth with a soft and eager smile on his lips. He wasn’t up to anything mischievous he just wanted to spend more time with his boyfriend. The blank expression was back but Yoongi shift his gaze and Jungkook couldn’t see it anymore. After a moment of silence, Yoongi took his hand back and put it in the pocket of his leather jacket. “I don’t think-“ His face fell immediately and dropped his arms by his side. “What did I do?” This got Yoongi’s attention and he looked up at Jungkook and shook his head. “Nothing.”

Letting out a scoff, Jungkook’s eyes hardened as he stared at the one person who wasn’t supposed to lie to him no matter what. “Don’t lie to me. I saw your expression when you stopped by the studio, the same one you gave me just a minute ago. I’m not dumb, something is wrong.” Before he could stop himself he reached out a hand to Yoongi but the elder flinched just enough for Jungkook to notice. That was more than the last straw. He didn’t know previously how to approach his boyfriend about the issues he’s been having but now he was forced to.

This.

This hurt.

the little things

the little beauty spot beneath jungkook's bottom lip becomes one of yoongi's favourite places to kiss.

[consoledacup]

Mine and Mine Alone

Chapter 3: Deliverance

-

Fitz read the message quickly and flicked his eyes back to hers in understanding.

He gave her the slightest of nods.

She cleared her throat, and when she removed her hand, the message was gone.

Somehow she had formulated a certain ink that could only be seen when it came into contact with a glasslike substance.

It was child’s play, compared to what they were used to creating, but he couldn’t hold back a small, impressed grin.

Schwartz came back then, informing them they had one more minute.

They both silently acknowledged the man, but he didn’t walk away this time.

Fitz attempted to keep things light, knowing their time for private conversation was over.

“Until next time, Anne James,” Fitz said warmly, savoring the way her appointed name sounded. 

She nodded. “Bye, Fitz.”

They hung up their respective phones, and she put her sunglasses back on.

She issued a small wave, and then Fitz watched her turn around without a second glance his way.

Bye, Jemma.

-

Jemma left the facility and kept walking until she was completely alone, away from surveillance of any kind. 

The Zephyr uncloaked right in front of her and touched down, giving her enough time to climb aboard. 

Coulson looked at her expectantly. 

“Message delivered,” she informed him.

He nodded and then twisted around to face the cockpit. “Okay, May, get us back up in the air.” 

When Daisy had approached her, explaining she had hacked her way in the system, she and Jemma brought the team together and shared their idea. 

After weighing the pros and cons, Coulson had given them the green light, and the others quickly offered their support and expertise. 

And if all went according to plan, the fallout would be minimal. 

At the appointed time he was given, Fitz would literally be able to walk out of his cell and escape into the night without a single obstacle in his path.

The public wasn’t as familiar with Jemma’s face as they were with the infamous Quake’s, so they figured simple was best in terms of a light disguise. And they were right. She wasn’t even given a second glance. 

Daisy was in charge of the security feed and was planning on jamming said feed by rigging it with a prerecorded loop. She also sat down with Mack, explaining the inner workings of the locking system he needed to hack, and he filled in any of the missing information regarding the actual mechanics of the locks. She didn’t leave his side until they were both confident he could open and close the necessary doors. 

Coulson would be monitoring the rest of the inmates and the staff, prepared to alert the team should any one of them notice something awry.

Yo-Yo was the back-up muscle, willing to get her hands dirty and physically break into the establishment to extract Fitz should things go south. 

May was to wait in the cockpit, so she would be ready for liftoff at a moment’s notice.

Jemma had already done her part by relaying the day and time.

But she still insisted on standing with Yo-Yo outside the facility to greet him. 

No one tried to persuade her otherwise.

-

Schwartz led Fitz back to his cell and left with a grunt, ignoring Fitz’s small “thanks”. 

Conrad watched the officer go and then turned to Fitz. “Who the hell is Anne?” 

Fitz rolled his eyes.

But apparently, Conrad had been starved for company because he didn’t let Fitz’s blatant lack of response deter him. 

“You missed breakfast.” 

“What a pity,” Fitz grumbled. “Breakfast” was a very generous term to describe what they were served. 

“Other guys in here know who you are. Overheard them in the chow hall.”

Fitz’s eyes widened at that, and he tried to mask his reaction, but Conrad’s smug little smile told him he was terribly unsuccessful.

“Is it true what they say? Did you really murder the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?” 

Fitz sat down heavily on his bed. “My actions and motives led to his death, so yes. I’m guilty.” 

“What a bullshit answer.” 

Fitz shrugged. “Take it or leave it. It’s the truth.” 

“You just don’t seem like the type is all.” 

Fitz narrowed his eyes. “You’d be surprised what I’m capable of.” 

“I'll take your word for it, Doctor,” Conrad chuckled in disbelief.

Fitz tensed.

...

We have him, Doctor.

It’s ‘Dr. Fitz’.

My son, the Doctor himself.

...

“Don’t ever call me that again.”

“What, ‘Doctor’? That’s what you are, right?” 

Fitz sighed. “Yes. But I’d just as soon take the name ‘Leslie’ over the... the other thing.” 

Conrad stared at him, mouth agape. “You’re a strange son of a bitch, you know that?” 

“Yeah,” Fitz forced out a laugh, content to be veering toward more familiar territory. “Yeah, I do.” 

-

Wednesday afternoon, Jemma sat at one of the computers in the control room, triple-checking all aspects of their mission. 

She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes for a moment, implementing the breathing exercises May had taught her. 

She wasn’t lying. He did look paler than usual. 

He had grown more of a beard and had clearly lost a little bit of weight since she saw him last. 

And... he had such a defeated look to him. 

It stung to see him like that. 

In a prison of his own making.

She knew the love he had for her.

Yet he still wouldn’t accept hers. 

It stung, but she steeled herself to focus on the immediate. 

Her phone started to vibrate, and she looked at the screen. 

She debated on answering but ultimately took the call, preparing for the onslaught of questions. 

“Hi--” 

“Jemma? He’s in jail?! What’s happened? Is he okay?” 

“We’re doing everything we--” 

“Imagine. Just seeing his face plastered all over the news.” 

“I know. I know. He--” 

“And what’s this about S.H.I.E.L.D. being labeled a terrorist organization?” 

“That wasn’t Daisy. It was--” 

She stopped herself short. She didn’t want to provide any more ammunition to those determined to keep Fitz locked up for life. 

Or worse.

Her phone was secure -- as secure as Fitz and Daisy had fashioned it to be -- but... she couldn’t take anything for granted.

“Is she how he wound up in prison?” 

“No. Not exactly.” 

“Have you seen him? Is he okay?”

Jemma took a wavering breath, unable to stop the incoming tears. “He’s... he’s okay.” 

“You can’t tell me anything more, can you?” 

“I wish I could. Just know that I love your son very, very much. And I won’t let anything happen to him.” 

The woman sighed on the other end. “Take care of him, Jemma.” 

“I will,” Jemma’s voice was thick with emotion.

“And take care of yourself, too.” 

Jemma chuckled hollowly. “I’m getting there.” 

-

Lights out were at 11:00 p.m. sharp. An officer always completed his walk thru one hour later. 

And Conrad always passed out roughly thirty minutes after that. 

All of this meant if he lost track in his countdown that night, he had two semi-reliable timestamps to get him back on track. 

Counting three hours and thirty-seven minutes to the second was incredibly tedious, but at least it gave him something to do. 

When he estimated he was near the 2:30 mark, he gingerly stood up from his bed and inched closer to the door. 

He knew he was being watched, but he wondered when Daisy would inevitably take over the feed. 

He didn’t want to press his luck by doing something too out of the ordinary (he had the oddest urge to wave), but he figured standing by the door, looking out forlornly to the dark abyss painted him as a tortured soul and not an almost escapee.

And then it hit him. 

He was going to escape.

The team had rallied together and were going to spring him free. 

He looked back at Conrad and wondered how much trouble Conrad would get into once the officers discovered Fitz was gone.

He thought about the staff and wondered who would get sacked for negligence. 

He thought about his team and wondered who ran the risk of winding up behind bars themselves because they wanted to help him.

If he already wasn’t wide awake and near the door, he would’ve missed the small noise that penetrated the quiet.

The telltale clicking sound.

He stepped closer to the door and carefully tested his hypothesis. 

The door opened easily. 

He looked back at Conrad and looked at the other sleeping inmates and then finally, apologetically, looked at the little blinking camera in the hallway. 

And then, with a gentle finesse, he shut the door until the lock latched back into place. 

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Read from the beginning here or here, and join in on the pain.

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Day 22 - Somber Rebels

As each of us roused from the stone floor where we lay on sleeping bags, the need for forward momentum hit me like a tonne of bricks.

My mind lingered on thoughts of the fair maid I’d left behind, and how grateful I was to have the support of such a woman on this journey.

I began to reflect on the concept of “home”, I pondered on how the brick and mortar of such a place was constructed by relationships and experience, foundations of unwavering loyalty…

Eventually I made way to the kitchen, sleep still in my eyes, and located the dark elixir of mental lubrication, Lord Java the Magnificent.

A familiar smile greeted me as I sipped coffee and played an aged piano in the living room. The Hornsmiths Old Lady, Sigdis, had come out from where our journey first started in Virginia to see us.

We had spent much energy convincing Grandma that Sigdis did not actually exist, and was instead a figment of The Hornsmiths imagination, the jig it seemed, was up.

As the slightly haunting melody echoed from out of tune keys, we caught up, Sigdis telling of the storm that grounded her flight from Denver, and how our friends in the area had given her a place to stay, sharing fond company.

Another home away from home.

Soon Jarnefr came to use my phone to order a replacement for himself, the marine baptism of his the night prior, not lending well to its functionality.

By early afternoon, three of four were headed south-east to enjoy Smoked Ribs and again see Karl, this time as guests at his home. The Hornsmith and Sigdis shot off towards Tombstone for some time by themselves.

Karl met us at a Shell station, and after a slight detour to pose in front of the now dilapidated “Dusk till Dawn” club, we arrived at his house.

Karl’s wife Adrienne, had etched a Compass Rose with a “T” for The Transcontinental into some Zippos which she gave to us as gifts, alongside throttle hand wrist savers her husband got for our bikes. More tokens of the incredible bonds formed across our journey.

We drank Corona laced with lime while Karl manned the smoker, explaining bits of his master technique in all manners of BBQ. He stopped every so often to show us antique firearms and old black metal tapes, while the maintenance due on Grims bike was procrastinated a bit longer. Exhaustion had overcome Magic Matt and he lay sprawled across the couch.

Shortly after fresh fluids were cycled thru the Sportster, the intoxicating scent of mesquite had signaled the arrival of our feast. We ate until it seemed our guts had stretched into alternate dimensions, and cracked open an aged bottle of Old No. 7.

Grimnir found a guitar and filled the room with his best, The Hornsmith and Sigdis eventually arrived and had their fill of the smoked ribs, but left before it was too late, Jarnefr going back with them to wait for his new phone to arrive. By morning It would only be Grim and I diving eastward.

As the night drew on, Adrienne went off to sleep while we moved to the back porch. The heat of the day had left and an enjoyable coolness drifted in.

We listened to old rebel songs, fighting songs, softly singing the best lines to one another in a sort of outlaw embrace. Before long, the melodies moved from upbeat to somber, as we each chose songs that personally tugged at the soul.

Karl, wandered off to find rest as Grimnir and I listened to The Corries sing about the Massacre of Glencoe. We spoke of honour and loyalty, our headspace somewhere between gratefulness and sorrow, and eventually on the realization that we should have long since been asleep.

We listened to one final song, the Irish classic “Grace”, and headed off to bed.

Four was now two, and we had intent to ride as far and fast as we could come daybreak.

[taleof2hearts]

Finally slept.

Three days of basically no sleep does a toll on anybody. I actually slept last night. Not my finest night’s sleep, but SO needed. I reread what I wrote before I went to bed last night. While I wrote it from a dark place, I’m not sure that I was wrong. I can not continue to throw myself, worship, pine after and wait for a man who will not even occasionally meet me for a drink or cup of coffee. I am way too awesome for that. I am way too fabulous to live like that. When I told Him that I was staying with J, I never thought that He’d cut me 100% out of His life. I definitely didn’t think the night would last this long. I had hope that we would could keep our romance and love affair alive until the day that I could belong to Him. But, this can not be a one sided effort. And, while I’ve swallowed my pride time and time and time again... I just can’t swallow it anymore. I can not wait day after day after day in that coffee shop down the street from Him, for Him to walk thru the door. I have been at Bowen countless times waiting for Him to walk thru the door. But, I just do not have it in me anymore to be humiliated. So, this is how it ends. With me too prideful to fight anymore, and Him too proud to break His rules for me. I think He thinks about me as much as I think about Him... basically all the time. I believe He loves me and what we could of had would have been amazing. But, I just can’t be this live sick girl for the next 4.5 years with zero effort from Him. I have to save myself. Maybe He has decided that He wants her. I hope so. I hope He is not settling. I will never settle... I ALWAYS want the best. This, why I have fought so long and so hard to see Him and keep what we had alive.. on any level. Of course, now I’m choosing pride over The Chance to wake up to the most wonderful creature my soul has ever come in contact with every morning. That is kind of disappointing in myself. A very sad statement to lose something so wonderful over pride. I’m sure He does not see it that way. His STUPID rules. We only have one life. Yes, on paper, I BELONG to and am OWNED, by another... but, since the moment I met Him, my heart and soul have truly belonged to Him. Because of His insecurities, He’ll never believe that. He let the voices of two CRAZY bitches get into His head. Two women who go after and fuck married men on the regular. Two women who see no problem in being with another woman’s husband, but when it came to Him, they both repeated told Him that He was stupid for ever believing that He could be with me because I was married. I know they both did. Did He not consider the sources? Did He not see that both of them just wanted Him to forget me? I guess that doesn’t matter now. I’m in an open marriage. I want love and romance and excitement and above all HAPPINESS in my life. He is going to look back on this and blame me. But this is on Him... Him and His stupid all or nothing rules. Him with all of His philosophies on free love and polyamory, but when it came to me, He wanted 100% of me... and when He couldn’t have that, He cut me out of His life like a cancer. This is a guy, who while I was completely monogamous with Him, the Thursday before Thanksgiving, our last week together, He hooked up with a chick from a bar. Men astound me. J is the same way. I need to be 100% owned and just for them... but they want to be able to fuck as many other women as that want. Not talking to me or seeing me at all is what is going to lose us for eternity. I will keep my pride, but grow bitter at my situation. I will pour myself into my work, get my perfect body back, be the most fabulous version of myself, spend more time in society and retire in five years.... I’ll become the type of woman that He hates... women like His boss’s wife. We’ll be so far removed from eachother’s worlds... all because He couldn’t have a fucking cup of coffee with me. Pride on both of our parts will destroy us. How fucking sad is that?!!

[ripburninhell-blog]

Gif not mine Part of: Harley’s 21st Birthday Challenge Pairing: Undertaker and Nikki Bella Song: I feel like a monster skillet Warning: smut Summary: Nikki Bella couldn’t believe she was in a relationship with the Undertaker but there was something about the way he made her feel when he was the Undertaker and not Mark Calloway, he made her feel like a monster.

Nikki Bella had been in a relationship with Mark Calloway aka The Undertaker for a few months. They were complete opposites but he treated her like a princess, like no man had ever before. She loved riding on the back of his motorcycle, she loved his house. Mark loved how feisty she was, she fought him on everything, he loved teaching her new things like how to do Halloween right. They brought the best out of each other, they both loved having sex in their characters. Mark loved it because he was usually sweet and gentle when they made love. As The Undertaker he could be rough and dominate her he liked being in control. It made Nikki feel like she was coming undone, turning into someone else, when normally when they made love she was in control. She liked being dominated by him, she wanted to be his little monster.

😈The secret side of me, I never let you 👿👹see 👺I keep it caged but I can’t control it😈 ☠So stay away from me, the beast is😈 👾 ugly🤖 👻I feel the rage and I just can’t hold it👽

It was finally time for the weekend every WWE Superstar looks forward to, Wrestle Mania. The Undertaker had a match with Bray Wyatt, Nikki was in a Women’s Championship battle royal. Sunday morning Mark and Nikki had the morning off, Mark took Nikki to a nice brunch just the two of them. “Today’s the big day baby girl you ready” he said, “for Mania hell yes I’m ready, question is, are you ready for our post Mania party” she said. “Oh baby girl don’t bite off more than you can chew sweetheart” he said, she slid her foot up his leg to his crotch and her toes rubbed his cock through his pants. “You playing with fire little monster” he said.

🤖It’s scratching on the walls, in the 👹 👺closet, in the halls💀 ☠It comes awake and I can’t control it👻 👽Hiding under the bed, in my body, in 🤖 👾my head🤖 👾Why won’t somebody come and save👽 👻me from this, make it end?☠

Wrestle Mania began and Nikki’s match was before his, “good luck little monster, give ‘em hell” he said, “always do Taker, always do” Nikki said as she her music blares and she walks thru Gorilla and out to the ring. Mark was watching her match in the backstage area, he loved watching her matches. She was a hellcat in the ring, she kicked ass and one by one they fell out of the ring, until finally the ring announcer stated “the winner and new WWE Women’s Champion Nikki Bella”. She jumped up and down, she grabbed the title and held it high above her head as the crowd roared. Nikki ran backstage thru Gorilla straight into Marks awaiting arms. “Congratulations Nikki, I’d knew you’d win baby girl” he said hugging her and kissing her forehead. “Nikki, congratulations girl, did I hear you growl out there” Naomi said, “yeah I growled a few times it throws people off” Nikki said, “that’s her in monster mode, just balls to the wall” he said

💀I feel it deep within, it’s just beneath 👺 👹the skin👿 😈I must confess that I feel like a 👿 👹monster 👺 💀I hate what I’ve become, the☠ 👻nightmare’s just begun👽 👾I must confess that I feel like a 🤖 👺monster 👻 👹I, I feel like a monster👹 👹I, I feel like a monster👹

Nikki’s match was over in time for her to watch Mark become The Undertaker. She loved watching his transformation from the kind and caring Mark Calloway to the nasty evil Undertaker. Her job was to stay back and watch, not to distract him, as he walked out of Gorilla he kissed her forehead like he always did. His entrance always gave her the chills, that night it made her tingle between her legs. The match started by Undertaker throwing Bray into the barricade. The Undertaker dominated the match, that was until The Wyatt Family got involved. Luke Harper and Eric Rowan beat Undertaker down until security guards forced them to leave the ringside area. When Undertaker got to his feet he glared at Bray with that icy stare that sent a chill down Bray Wyatt’s spine. Taker was pissed and Bray knew it, he jumped out of the ring and tried to run up the ramp, but was stopped by Kane. Kane, Undertaker’s brother threw Bray back into the ring. “Oh shit, sucks to be you Bray, the Deadman’s pissed” Nikki yelled. The Undertaker choke slammed Bray, when Bray went to stand up Undertaker caught him in the tombstone. He pinned Bray Wyatt and the ref counted one, two, three and he won the match.

👿My secret side I keep hid under lock 👺 💀and key☠ 👻I keep it caged but I can’t control it👽 👽'Cause if I let him out he’ll tear me up,👾 🤖break me down💩 👽Why won’t somebody come and save👿 👻me from this, make it end?👹 👾I feel it deep within, it’s just beneath💀 ☠ the skin😈 😠I must confess that I feel like a 😵 👽monster 👿 👹 I hate what I’ve become, the👹 👽 nightmare’s just begun👻 💀I must confess that I feel like a 👾 👽monster🤖

Undertaker went back to the backstage area, where he and Nikki waited for the show to be over so they could leave for their hotel. Nikki had to stay with the other girls so she wouldn’t go fuck Mark right then. “Thank God this is the last match, I can’t wait much longer for him to fuck me” she said. “Gees Nikki you all riled up girl” Naomi said, “of course I am, you don’t know what Mark as Undertaker does to me, it turns me into a monster” Nikki said.

👽I feel it deep within, it’s just beneath👾 👽 the skin😈 🤖I must confess that I feel like a☠ 😠 monster😵 👹I, I feel like a monster👾 👺I, I feel like a monster👾 💩It’s hiding in the dark, it’s teeth are 👿 👹razor sharp🤖 😠There’s no escape for me, it wants👾 😳 my soul, it wants my heart😡 😈No one can hear me scream, maybe👺 💀it’s just a dream👻 👽Maybe it’s inside of me, stop this👹 👾monster 👽

Finally the show was over and Undertaker and Nikki got back to the hotel and as soon as she closed the door he was in character. Nikki also got into character, not her Nikki Bella character but her sub role for him to dominate. He immediately started giving her orders and telling her what he wanted her to do. “The first order is do your ring entrance, hands above your head and swivel your hips” he said. She did as he said, she waited for more information. “Strip everything but your Championship and your panties and lay on the bed” he said, she did as he said after she took off her and laid on her back on the bed.

😈I feel it deep within, it’s just beneath 👾 👽the skin👻 ☠I must confess that I feel like a 👽 😠monster 🤖 💩I hate what I’ve become, the 👺 😵nightmare’s just begun😈 👹I must confess that I feel like a 👾 🤖monster 👻

He took off his robe and his singlet and he crawled on to Y/n and he placed a rough kiss on her lips. He kissed down her neck and chest to her breasts, he took her nipple in his mouth and nibbled it. He took her other nipple in his thumb and forefinger and pinched it, making her cry out. "I need you in me dead man" Nikki said, she opened her legs wide enough for him to fit between them. He lined up and slid his dick in her, "yes, yes, oh fuck" Nikki screamed. He thrust into her hitting her sweet spot everytime making her scream. He put his mouth on her breast around her nipple and bit her hard drawing blood. She screamed in pleasure and pain, she came around his dick. She screamed "dead man yes", he came just after she did with a growl and a grunt. He rolled over onto the bed, she put her head on his shoulder and they fell asleep.

😵I feel it deep within, it’s just beneath 😡 😈the skin😠 👹I must confess that I feel like a 👿 🤖monster 👻 💀I’ve gotta lose control, here’s ☠ 👽something radical👾 🤖I must confess that I feel like a ☠ 😵monster 😳 👹I, I feel like a monster👺 👾I, I feel like a monster😈 👹I, I feel like a monster👺 👹I, I feel like a monster😵

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Chapter III

One London Bridge, Zero

Somewhere between nigga & bitch the situation escalated to a point of almost no return. The customer tried to jump over the counter to get at Theo, while Young was holding Theo back as he too was trying to jump the counter. Madam Bell was holding the girlfriend, who was holding the boyfriend, who was still eager to get over the counter. After about 15 minutes of struggling and shouting people began to calm down and the situation dropped to a manageable level. 

Theo begrudgingly apologized. The couple got their meal free and a free double chocolate chip cake. Needless to say, working with Theo was always an adventure. That’s why Young liked the guy so much. 

Of the four going to Orientation, it was clear, Theo was the most excited about the trip. That night at the store, he was the nicest Young had ever seen him. He was extra polite to every customer that came in the front door or through the drive-thru. All night Theo and Young, in between filling orders, talked about what Orientation would be like. They both planned on partying, meeting new people, and getting their dicks wet. They had simple demands and the world was their oyster.

After a long a shift, that felt like it took forever, both Theo and Young were finally able to close the store down and began cleaning. Since there was no cook, once again, Young was responsible for: dropping the grease out of the fryer, cleaning them, taking out the trash, & cleaning the floors. As the manager, Young would also have to do a tally of the leftover chicken and prepare a bank deposit. As Young’s assistant that evening, Theo was responsible for: restocking the condiments, washing the dirty racks and dishes, and preparing the slaw for morning shift. After performing their nightly duties, they locked the store at 1 A.M. The store made about 6,000 that shift. They headed out like bandits.

Theo and Young walked to their respective vehicles. Theo was in his Mom’s car (a loaner until he’d saved enough for his own whip) and Young was in his Delta 88. Before leaving, Theo confirmed the plan, once more, of riding with BrisQuo, Russ, and Young. They planned on leaving Young’s crib at 5 A.M. and they were set to arrive around 8 in time for the 8:30 check-in. Young dapped Theo up, they said their goodbyes (or “see you laters” rather), and Young headed home.

Young walked into the house as quietly as possible. Doing his best not to wake up his sister Serenity, his Mom and her crackhead husband “Hollywood”. Young went straight to his room. He didn’t turn on a single light. He’d grown accustomed to the house over the years. It had gotten to a point where he knew where not to step on the floor because he knew it would make a loud creaking noise. The only obstacle he never figured out was how to stop the patio door from slamming. The only solution he could come up, with was closing the main door beforehand to help silence the heavy porch door.

When Young got home, he was too hyped to sleep. He checked his packed bags for Orientation like three times. He cleaned his room a couple of times. He was just too anxious to watch TV and not interested in playing his video game. After laying there in the dark for about an hour he decided he would just wait in the living room. He laid there for a second. It was about 3 am. His ride and Theo should be there in two hours. He began to let his mind wander towards the better days ahead. Before long he’d fallen into a deep slumber. 

When he woke up he was groggy and disoriented. He squinted into the sun, aka the screen of the Motorola Razor, and saw that he had three missed calls from BrisQuo and two from Russ. He snapped into a frenzy, and began calling them both back. BrisQuo didn’t answer but Russ answered right away. He sounded just as groggy on the other end of the receiver. 

“Come outside.”

Young did as he was instructed. As he walked into his room to gather his things he noticed it was close to 6 A.M. It was a beautiful morning in Dallas. It was early, so the cusp of the sun had just began to rise along the horizon. Young left his car keys on the table, locked up, and walked down his small brick steps to the street where BrisQuo’s blue Ford Taurus was parked. His Delta 88 was in the driveway parked behind his Mom’s silver Chevy Cavalier. 

He wanted to tell someone he was leaving. 

Tell someone that he was headed to one of the biggest moments of his life. 

Tell someone that he was excited beyond belief. 

But his sister was in a deep sleep cranky because she had to work on a day she was scheduled off, and his Mom was in the room literally sleeping with the enemy. When Young got to the car, he noticed there was another passenger in the car. Young figured Theo had made it and called BrisQuo and Russ instead of him. The closer he got to the car he noticed it wasn’t Theo. It was BrisQuo girlfriend Soulful. Young walked up and spoke to everyone. 

“Hey, Young!” 

“Hey, Soulful.” Young responded.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Soulful. To the contrary, he really liked Soulful when he first met her. He thought she was a sweet girl. She was heavier girl, but she had beautiful eyes. She wasn’t a dime by any means, but Young might’ve fucked if given the chance.

When Young got to the car he checked around for Theo’s bags. Young asked BrisQuo what happened. BrisQuo said he’d called him like five times but couldn’t reach him. The group waited outside for like 20 minutes but Theo never called, or showed. Young suspected BrisQuo didn’t want Theo to ride anyway. His girl riding with them was a new development. One Young didn’t think he or any of the others were ready for. The Taurus was roomie, but there was no way they were all going to fit in that backseat.

After waiting for a few more moments, in an effort to avoid wanting to not look like a hoe ass nigga, BrisQuo threw the car in D. 

“BrisQuo, what are you doing?” Russ asked. 

“Nigga we leaving. We got a tight schedule. I told that igga what time to be here. He ain’t answering his phone. That’s it bro. Its time to go.” BrisQuo said. 

Just like that, they were on our way to Orientation, just the four of them. No Theo.