#this one is slightly closer to my usual style ig

[lime-exister]

I put them in a tube. Partially inspired from that one picture of a ferret stuck in one

[ratsoh-writes]

alright!

While walking to the swapbros house(ig apartment now lmao) i shoot mal a text.

"Im coming over. Be there in 5."

While this seems normal, its...very much not. i usually send a text message before i even leave my house, and ive never been a dry texter. Today though, I cant help it. With every step closer to getting to mal, my anxieties raise a bit more lmao.

After a 5 minutes, I knock in the door and wait there.(again..unusual as Ive hada house key for a long while now, and usually let myself in.)

When he opens the door, im dressed rather nicely, with a dark green vest and a long white sleeved shirt underneath, black dress pants, and sneakers. My usual black fingerless gloves are switched for those of slightly different style, which happen to be orange, and my permanent eyebags are lighter today. I have a bag of...something in one hand, and im actually wearing a watch along with a smile.

-edgy.🦩

Mal on the other hand looks rumpled. His button up is partially undone, and he’s not wearing any jewelry. Practically unheard of. He’s holding his phone and looks almost.. embarrassed?

Mal: IM SORRY EDGY- I JUST SAW YOUR TEXT. I WAS BUSY… GETTING THINGS DONE

A smug looking (and just as rumpled) flayer monster pokes his head out from the living room

Maverick: I’m stuff

Mal: I DIDNT SAY STUFF IDIOT!!

[venenatd]

just friends; eren jaegar x reader

summary: you and eren are best pals and have both recently be dumped. so, a plan to get over your exes is needed! what’s better than going out on the town trying to find quick fucks >:) also eren is a smug bastard but kinda has a heart of gold??

content: smut / nsfw 18+. minors dni. (choking, unprotected sex, creampie drinking, drunk sex, possessiveness ig? dirty talk, both of them want to be dominant tbh. slight size kink, oral both m and f receiving. female bodied reader) 

i am new to this pls let me know if i should add anything!!

word count: 5.8k words of unedited content 

a/n: uh so i never thought i’d be back on my tumblr bullshit at 23 but hey after years without the app i’m back. i needed to get out the h-word and this is what happened. enjoy and i’m sorry if it’s terrible lmao

“You look different” 

Frowning at the man waiting ever so patiently for you on the sofa, you look a little defeated. “Is that meant to be a compliment, Eren?”. He sighed, raising his eyebrows at you. To be fair, maybe you did. Wearing a figure hugging black dress, that definitely just hid your ass cheeks, hair styled and sprayed in place, dark lipstick and makeup on your face. Usually Eren would have seen you in sweats, always running a little late for class, snack in hand. 

“Different isn’t bad,” he offered, checking the watch that lay on his wrist, “are we ever going to get to the bar? Your plan will fall through if you’re not careful.”

Ah, the plan. Both you and Eren were newly single. In your final year at university, having managed to keep each relationship going until almost the end. Ironic. Weren’t most meant to fail in the first year? But alas, your partners had decided it was the end within a couple of weeks each other, and as you and Eren had been close since you met on orientation day, you each took to the other for comfort. You had done the crying first, going to him the minute your call with the ex had ended. Leaving wet splotches on his shirt, he had calmed you, only for you to do the same to him later. Now the crying was done, it was time to move on, and what better advice to follow than getting under someone to get over another?

“I just need to look hot enough for a guy to fuck me.”

“What a romantic you are.”

“Shut up Er-”

Eren shifted from the couch, interrupting your usual sass, “and what about me, y/n? Do I look beautiful?”. He threw in a wink with his comment, his aura of cockiness always radiating. You rolled your eyes, before studying his figure. His dark hair half pulled back into a bun, the rest draping his neck and onto a deep emerald green silk shirt, with the top few buttons loose, tucked into dark pants. A ring on each hand, fingers with chipping black nail polish, and to top it off, a thin chain on his neck. You hated to admit it and add to his smug demeanour but... the man did look good. 

“Gorgeous as always Eren,” you said sarcastically, even if it was truthful, “I’m sure there will be a queue of women who are wanting to jump on you.”

“Not if they aren’t all taken already,” he taps at his watch. Whilst the two of you had already been drinking as he waited for you to get ready, it was definitely on the later side.

“Order the uber, and we can go.”

Walking over to him and adding shoes to your outfit, you present yourself before him, a cute little smile playing on your lips. He’s staring down at his phone, quickly going through the motions for the ride. Finally, he looks up to catch your eyes. His jade pupils flick down slightly, and he hopes you miss that they land at the cleavage you’re sporting in your current get up. He flicks your nose, earning a scowl from you and a smile from him.

“You look perfect”

The club is far fuller than you both expected, dance floor and tables taken up and crowded round. Luckily, you had managed to secure you and Eren a pair of seats at the bar, and you were currently on your third..? Fourth drink of the evening. Green eyes watch your lips carefully, as you finish the vodka and lemonade. 

“So, anyone take your fancy?” he prompts, looking around at the mess of people.

Humming, you scan the area. There’s some people you recognise from class, but plenty more you don’t know. Fucking friends seems like a bad move, even in your tipsy state, so you look to the strangers faces. They don’t look like him. Ugh. 

There’s a few options though, and as you point them out to Eren they come with brief descriptors: dark hair and stubble, wide set blonde. He tuts at the options, sarcastically letting out a “sure sure, I see the appeal”. 

“And how about you, anyone you like the look of?” you ask with a sigh.

Christ, Eren thinks to himself. It’s been long enough that he hasn’t had to look for someone else. Sure there were attractive people in the world, but with her around, he hadn’t needed to give anyone else a second look. His palm moves to the back of his neck, stretching out behind him with a huff. “Let’s look on the dance floor?” he offers, clearly not as eager as you were tonight. Moving his hand back down, he holds it out for you, pulling towards the throng of people.

He looks effervescently cool like this. Shirt open, hair starting to fall from his bun. Eren is looking around at the people surrounding the two of you. The two of you had been working in circles, allowing each other an eyeful as the club goers move around the space. As a group of guys push their way from the dance floor to the bar, you get shoved towards Eren. Heels were never quite your forte, and you stumble against him, hands on either side of his chest. Grinning down at you with that smug little smile that annoyed you so much, Eren brought large hands to your waist, pushing you away a little. But his hands stay there as he continues to sway to the music, making no effort to break the contact. And so you bring your arms up to his neck, allowing his movements to carry you on time to the song. For the first time in the past couple of weeks, you feel light. Your chest isn’t constricted by some foreign weight. It’s just you and your best friend, buzzed and free.

Colours change above you, as you look up to Eren, him down to you. A playful grin takes his lips as he pulls you a little closer, you so easily accepting the narrowing distance. Your black silk meets his deep green, chest pushing into his. You carefully analyse his features, seeing if he attempts to check you out like earlier. 

Was it the alcohol making your cheeks so warm? Lit up by a purple hue, you watch his eyes return to exploring the crowd, his hand still holding on to you. His smirk falters, his eyebrows creasing together. You’re not moving in circles anymore, Eren pausing in his movements as he thinks about what to do next. He shouldn’t lie to you, but seeing your ex at the bar would really harsh the night. Under his fingers, he can feel your body tense, suddenly unsure at how close the contact between you was. 

But Eren doesn’t want you to know, he doesn’t want you to be distracted by your ex tonight. He doesn’t want to see your hurt little face anymore. The way your eyes would be red and puffy the next day. The way he would feel your shoulders heaving under his arms. You don’t deserve that. Hell, you didn’t deserve the huge amount of shit your ex had put you through over the years he’d known you. Eren would sit back and listen to you rant, support you where he could. But fuck that guy. And he wasn’t sure what sparked in his chest, but Eren’s jade orbs are trained straight back on you. His eyebrows calm, tension releasing from them. As you can turn to scope out whatever had changed his body language so suddenly, he catches your jaw. 

Beginning to slowly move again, his eyes have narrowed, taking in the way the dress hugs you, the shine on your skin from the hot dance floor. Eren couldn’t quite figure out what was intoxicating him right now. Definitely a lot of alcohol, but also a sudden… possessiveness. He didn’t want you in pain anymore. Eren wanted you in pleasure. His breath is suddenly on your neck, making your hair raise. 

“I’ve only seen one person I’m interested in tonight.” 

“Oh?” you squeak, before clearing your throat a little. The new deep notes in his voice catch you off guard. It almost sounds like he’s… No. He’s your best friend. The little looks you’d been giving each other all night were just two people looking out for one another, two people seeing each other happy for the first time in a while. Your voice is calmer as you ask light-heartedly, “and who would that be?” 

His lips are so close to your ear. 

“You.” 

“Eren-” your hands move from behind his neck, resting on his shoulders. You need to see your best friend's face, you need to know if he’s joking right now. If he’s mocking you. When you draw back, you see his face. Smug, as always. Fuck you’ve always wanted to knock that cockiness down a peg. Cheshire smile showing his teeth and his eyes looking down at you. Half lidded eyes, pupils blown. He’s not joking. Fuck.

“Can I kiss you?” 

Your breath is caught in your throat. All too aware suddenly of each of his finger pads pressing into your skin, the contact feeling like fire with the added alcohol. But, you find yourself nodding, the yes just escaping your lips before he’s pressed into them.

Large hands travel to your hip, and up your back, pressing you into him. You can feel his body, tense in exhilaration against you, hands back around his neck. One travels up to the nape of his back, tangling into his hair and pulling him deeper into you. The music is all consuming, you can feel the bass in your body, you can feel Eren against you, you can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. 

Eren’s hand on your back travels up, echoing your placement on him, to hold the back of your neck. He doesn’t want you to go, you feel too good. The heat between your bodies could suffocate him. His thumb puts pressure under your jaw, he isn’t even sure you can feel it. But he can, measuring your pulse racing underneath the pad. He’s smiling into this kiss, this all consuming kiss.

His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, and you’re all too eager to allow him into your mouth. Tasting the whisky from your home, tasting the coke from the club. His teeth take your lip nipping slightly, before sucking the plump of it into his mouth. You both come up for air, eyes meeting in acknowledgment of the situation.

“Wanna get out of here?”

The drive home had only served to heap tension between you. As clearly that it was that you wanted each other, you would have to wait a while longer. Your thighs pressed together, slowly inhaling and exhaling. Going through your mind was whether this was a good idea, staring out at the city passing by you. Eren was your friend. You were dating another man two weeks ago. The same man that had previously asked you if he needed to be worried about Eren. You’d laughed it off, because it was Eren. You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt him grip your leg, a little too harshly at first, before settling, leaving a gentle pattern of circles and lines on your inner thigh. It was Eren.

Just one hallway. You had to make it one hallway to get into your apartment. One hallway left to come to your senses. And just like he read your mind, Eren is once again touching you, just his hand on yours pulling you backwards. You twist just in time, his hands instantly cupping your cheeks as he kisses you, deeply and intensely. Pushing you back into the wall, you pray a neighbour doesn’t walk out now. His knee is pressing gently between your legs, and you allow it. Your fingers sink into Eren’s arms, lightly covered by the fabric yet you can still feel the muscle underneath, relaxing and tensing as he pulls you closer. 

His lips are making their way to your jaw, lifting your chin upwards, tentatively licking the bone before moving downwards still, sucking and nipping and licking your neck. A whimper breaks through. You really need to get inside. Gripping his hair, you sharply pull backwards.

“Not going to play nice, huh?” 

When did he speak like this? The playful and shit-eating grin your friend Eren always wore was replaced by something darker, his words laced with intent. 

“Don’t challenge me.” 

You were off, finally at your door, making quick work with the lock, moving in first before he followed. The door shut as you pushed Eren against it, usual doe eyes being taken over with a deep lust. Your hands are instantly at his belt, as his hands find your face once again. This time he’s grabbing your hair, making you look up at him as he glares down at you. You’re constantly challenging one another in conversation, and it’s translating to the bedroom far too easily. 

Lips are on one another again, as you leave the belt and start towards his shirt. You bite down on his bottom lip, earning a hiss from him, and you feel his hand being brought around your throat. He doesn’t add too much pressure, checking if this turn is indeed okay with you. When you push against the weight, he takes the gleam in your eye as a yes, and uses the force to push you against the next wall, finally moving off the front door. 

It’s a constant battle to get to the bedroom, both of you taking control for short bursts. Eren pulling the thin straps of your dress down, you untucking his shirt. His muscular torso is on full display, and you had never viewed it in this light before. 

Finally he pushes you onto the bed, situating himself between your legs. Your kisses are sloppy and infused with alcohol. Hands are desperate with one another, both of you needing to be closer. Are you scared if the contact ends your thoughts will return to sanity? 

Eren’s hot and heavy over you, his hands seem everywhere at once. Smoothing up your thigh, digging in slightly to the flesh when you grind against one another. His hands rest at your hips for a moment, and he’s looking down at you, still fucking smiling. All at once, he’s flipped you over his prominent hard on pressing into your ass. He’s whispering in your ear, leaving wet kisses along your neck, to your shoulder blades. Fingers take the zip at the back of your dress, slowly and carefully pulling it down, leaving licks and pecks as he goes. It’s torturous. 

You attempt to speed things up by rutting your ass against his crotch, and you think you hear a quiet moan, before his hand is brought down to the fabric, smacking your cheek. You gasp, turning your head to look at him. Eren is too occupied in taking in all of your body, his green eyes are darkened with authority and lust. His nimble fingers play with the short hem of your dress, thumb dipping beneath, before he pushes the silk up. 

You both let out soft fuck’s, as his hands grab at the plump of your ass. It’s like he’s testing the softness, the way your flesh responds to his touch so easily. He slaps at you again, earning a sharp moan from you. Eren’s leaning down, his mouth once again trailing across the apex of your behind, leaving trails of saliva as he goes. Before you can even register the new sensations you can feel a soft pressure against your clothed cunt, just enough to let you know the presence of his hand, but not enough for you to get off on. You’re mewling, once again trying to get closer to him. This time he allows it, eagerly pressing his ring and middle finger to your clit, allowing you to grind upon them. 

Seeing you underneath him like this… it’s new and strange and so fucking hot. He’s watching you desperately try and fill the need building in your core, and he can only feel his cock twitch in his pants as he sees you coming undone. If you wanted more, he could definitely give it to you. Bringing his large hands away, to the flimsy fabric that was covering you, he pulls it down, exposing you to him. His heart and dick fucking jump. His hands return to your ass, watching the jiggle as you move and whimper. Spreading you, he brings his face down, breath tingling on your most sensitive areas.

Your breath catches in your throat as his tongue, gentle at first, licks between your folds. He’s tasting you, he’s moaning into your pussy, as you write beneath him. Eren’s hands are squeezing your ass cheeks, holding you still as you try to grind against his face. 

“Patience, y/n”, he says, with a slap on your behind again. 

“Fuck you,” you hiss. 

“You will be in a minute, baby girl, don’t worry.”

You go to make a retort but he’s instantly back, licking up your slit and a deep moan escapes you. Jesus you can feel the smile on his lips as he’s back on your pussy. Eren is so proud of the sounds he can draw from you. He wonders if your ex could make you come undone so easily. 

You taste sweet and saccharine on him, and he doesn’t hold back the groan as he further works his way into you. Hardened tongue moving it’s way from your entrance down to your clit. He swipes at it, before moving away again. Kissing your thighs, kissing the skin between your holes. Every now and then he’ll move back to your clit, allowing you a moment of pleasure before he’s teasing again. “Fuck, please”. Your whines are being smothered by the sheets, and Eren wants nothing more than to hear them, loud and clear.

Eren’s ringed fingers make their way to your hair, his face lifting from between your legs. He pulls you back round, and holy shit you can see how wet you are on his face. There’s a sheen to his lips and chin, and instinctively you reach up to his neck, pulling him back on top of you. Your tongue meets his, tasting your tartness on his mouth. A hand makes it way back down in between your thighs, playing and parting your folds. Your hand in turn reaches up his neck, pulling sharply at his hair once again. “Eren. More- please” you get out in between staggered breaths. 

“Aw, since you asked so nicely” his eyes watch your expression closely as his thumb rests on your clit, his finger swiftly moving inside you. Your eyebrows raise and knot, eyes wide and lips parted. But he keeps it still as your legs shaked around his arm. “Eren, move” you demand this time. 

“Oh, that’s not so nice. I liked it when you were polite.” He starts to retract his finger, thumb gently swabbing your clit so you’ll know what you miss.

“Please, please, please, Eren, please” you speak before he even gets the first knuckle out. All the teasing was creating a tightness in your lower stomach. 

“Much better.”

You whine as he continues to pull his finger from you, until he pushes it back in, curling his solitary finger up. Your fingernails are pressing deep into the muscle of his bicep, feeling how it moves as he finger fucks you. He’s hitting that perfect spot inside you again and again, and his thumb is swiping eagerly on your clit. 

Eren can feel you fluttering around his finger, desperate for more, desperate to release on him. He adds another finger, your wetness allowing him entrance easily. He wants to fuck you so bad, his cock so hard it felt like it was about to burst. 

He pushes your hands off him, leaving crescent moon indents deep in his skin, he works his way back down. He brings the black silk with him this time, fully being able to take in your body as you’re left naked before him. Holy shit you’re beautiful. He doesn’t want to stare too long and make you shy. But he still kisses his way down, before he’s back at your pussy. 

This time he allows you more movement, letting your fingers work their way back into his hair, letting you roll your hips against his tongue and stubble. 

With his spare hand he pulls out his cock, slowly pulling at it, before he realises he can’t do that for too long without cumming before the main event. Instead he reaches up, rolling your perked nipples in between his fingers. There are so many sensations on your body, and Eren can feel your cunt beginning to tighten around his fingers. You hold your breath before letting out little moans, building towards reaching your height.

“You want to cum on my fingers?

Your back is arching, whispering “yes, yes, yes, please” as your walls are tightening around him. He quickens the pace, making sure to hit that spot inside you over and over. Thighs around his face, he can feel your slick pooling in his mouth, and coating his chin once again. 

Your gummy walls are so tight around his thick fingers, he needs you to finish, watch you fully unravel below him. Sucking and licking at your clit, he’s pushing you towards the edge. 

“Eren-” his name is strangled coming out of you, and then your moaning, undulating your cunt against his mouth, riding out your orgasm. 

His jade eyes look up at you, watching as you pull your head up to look at him, before another wave of pleasure hits you and you have to arch your neck and look back up. He waits for you to come down, letting you fuck his face and fingers. Grinding against his stubble and tongue as you let out pitiful and beautiful moans. You’re so fucking wet, the sounds coming from between the two of you should be forbidden, as you release onto him. 

Finally he withdraws, using his forearm to wipe his face. He lies next to you, allowing you a moment as he draws little circles on your stomach. Eren has never quite looked at you in this light. Sure, you were pretty, and the two of you were obviously close. But now you’d walked a line that couldn’t be undone. You weren’t over your ex, and as okay as Eren was with what had happened between you, he didn’t want you to run. He’s overcome with thoughts, looking down to your chest and the heavy breaths you were taking. All he could pray was that you weren’t pretending he was someone else. 

But as Eren is getting caught up in his own mind, you’re twisting, hand reaching to his crotch, cock having been recaptured by his boxers. Palming him, you feel how big he really is for the first time. Fingers trace the edge of his pants and underwear, and he lifts his hips, allowing you to pull them down. Shit. His dick slapped back to his stomach, precum leaking from the top of his pink head. He was bigger than you’d imagined, because of course you’d imagined it a couple of times.

Your hand looks so small around his cock, but you slowly tease him, his deep green orbs following your movements. Bringing your head down to him, you kitten lick the precum from the top of his dick. He hisses gently, and you look up at him with these big doe eyes, so fucking eager to please.

You push your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue as you begin working along his shaft. He moans just at the sight of you, your eyes peeking up through dark lashes. His hand goes through your hair, eagerly pushing you deeper around him. 

He lets out a hoarse, “is this okay?” before you put your own hand on his pushing it for the both of you. You don’t even want to come up for air, you just want him close to you, inside you. 

You were learning far more about each other than you had expected, as Eren takes back over. He pushes himself further into you, muttering a good girl that has you whining. The vibrations around his cock make his hips buck, and now you’re gagging as his length hits the back of your throat. He holds you there instead of letting you off, and your nails are sharp against his thighs.

His head lolls back as he starts to move his hips under you, moving you in turn with your hair. He picks up the pace quickly, allowing saliva to drool from you and straight to his cock. 

Your eyes prick, big fat tears forming at the corners. But you’re enjoying this way too much, the moans and gasps he gives make you moan, pressing your thighs together for some kind of friction. 

He takes your jaw in his grasp, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. Your tongue sits out your mouth, him smacking the head of his dick on it. He notices your tears then, the mascara that’s running a little. He swipes at the corner of your eyes, leaning down to press a kiss into your forehead. 

Bringing you up to him, your dripping folds sliding across his length. His lips are on your cheeks, across your jaw, licking up your neck before reclaiming your plush lips once again. You continue grinding against one another, tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths. Eventually Eren brings his hands to your hips, lifting you up as you hold his shaft up.

Your foreheads are pressed together as he slowly pushes inside you. The stretch is burning and all-consuming, eyes pricking up again as you feel him hit your furthest wall. Eren breathes out heavily, “So fucking tight”

You roll your hips, allowing some friction from him on your clit. It helps your muscles relax a little, and balancing your hands on his shoulders you push yourself up and down, using his length for your own pleasure. Eren’s eyes don’t leave your form, watching your breasts bounce and how your eyes flutter close as he fills you entirely.

“You really did want to be fucked, huh? Look at you” he teases you, watching as you go to talk back before he thrusts his hips up. It leaves the words caught in your throat.

His pace maintains, holding you in place as he fucks up into you, feeling your cunt clench around him. There are long moments where you hold your breath, holding his cock tight within you. Then you’ll release and moan, before holding it in again. Well, Eren is all too happy to help you with that. 

One hand grabbing the flesh of your hip, the other wrapping around your throat, he pushes into you at a punishing rate. Your eyes go wide at the sudden restriction of your throat, feeling the cold metal of his ring against your pulse. 

“Who knew this about you? That you were such a slut?”

As much as he knows you want to deny it, you want to smack the smugness from his voice, he can feel your pussy tighten around him. He sees your eyes roll back a little. 

“You’re getting tighter.” 

The hand on your hip moves down, attempting to hold you in place whilst letting his thumb press over your clit. The sounds of him slapping against your wetness is obscene, and he’s only distracted from it as you whimper out pathetic yes’s and please’s. 

“You wanna cum?” he’s grunting, trying to keep the pace going until you can reach your peak.

You nod against his wide hand, still tight around your neck. “Oh you can do better than that. I already know how bad you want it, slut.”

“Please Eren, please make me cum. I want to cum, please, please, please” you can barely make out the words, your head going light and body tightening.

“Cum for me.” 

You release, and as he can feel the fluttering of your walls around him, he lets go of your throat. The sudden oxygen as you cum leaves you overwhelmed. Burying yourself in his shoulder, he fucks you through it. Cock slapping up into your cunt over and over, somehow being sucked deeper in as you coat his length with more of your own slick. He can feel your nails breaking the flesh of his back as you’re holding on for dear life, moaning his name and even a fucking thank you into his ear.

As you begin to slow, legs shake as you stay straddled over him. He flips you, Eren now firmly on top, slowly moving in and out of you. The stimulation is intense, your cunt sparking at any sensation. 

Caged between his forearms, his hair is a mess thanks to you. You push tendrils back past his ears as he leans down to kiss you once again. This kiss is different. It feels… less desperate. It feels deep and meaningful, caring even.

Your eyes meet in acknowledgment, both of you too worried to speak about the shift in tone. 

He reaches down instead, pulling your leg up and splitting you on his cock. A tongue swipes at your nipple, biting and playing with each as he gradually picks up pace again. You’re still so fucking wet it’s easy for him to thrust into you at a dizzying pace. You can feel all of him against your gummy walls. Each time he passes that special spot inside you, you moan and gasp, and it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

His thrusts were becoming more primal, holding your thighs close around his hips. Letting your sweaty bodies collide again and again, his balls slapping against you. The grunts and moans coming from his lips were so infuriatingly erotic. Eren just wanted one more from you, and then he’d let himself finish. If this was to be a drunken mistake, so be it, but he would at least make it memorable. 

Those jade eyes were on you once again, the power and dominance radiating from the immeasurable. He can see you barely being able to hold on, completely fucked out beneath him. You’re moaning and whining, hands moving over the swell of your breasts and playing with your nipples as if it’s going to keep you grounded. 

He sits up, eyes flicking down to where you were conjoined. It took so much restraint not to cum inside you right then and there. Your glistening sex was so tight around him, the wet slapping noises echo again and again. You’re pulling and sucking him in, cream pooling around his length. 

“Give me one more, y/n. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”  

You try to look up at him through heavy lids. Your friend Eren saying this is so taboo. The words he’s said tonight so far from normal for the both of you. You flutter around him, somehow your pussy still wants to be fucked, still wants to push you off the edge one more time. You can feel the coil inside your stomach tightening. 

Eyes rolling back, you can barely keep it together anymore. He’s pounding into you at a startling rate, fingers flicking over your clit again and again and again. 

“P - please, it’s s-so good.” 

Your breaths between words were quick, “you’re so big-”

“Yeah you like that? You like being so full of my cock? Such a pretty face you make when you’re all fucked out.” 

Holy shit.

Eren could tell how much words affected you, your back arching and legs pulling him somehow closer into you.

“Come on, baby. I wanna hear those moans.” he’s grunting, getting so fucking close to losing himself in your cunt. He knows what he wants to hear most though, “say my name. Tell me who’s treating you how you should be”

With that, you’re losing yourself around him again. Writing on the bed, gripping sheets in tightly balled fists. White light taking over your sight as you clench around Eren. This orgasm was the most intense, taking your body by surprise in its overstimulated state. You weren’t even making a noise, just holding on to the high for as long as possible. 

And then you shattered, whining and moaning, whispering his name over and over again. 

As you moved underneath him, Eren kept his punishing pace up until he watched you expel the last of your energy. Name forming on your lips over and over again he falters, releasing inside you. You can feel the stickiness inside you, the sensation of being filled up. Eren watches for a moment as he sees the white pearls forming around your stretched out pussy.

His chest is back on yours as he kisses your neck, shoulders, whatever skin he can. Thrusting back into you a couple of times, he finally pulls out. You feel his cum dripping out of you, but you’re too spent to do anything about it.

Eren lies next to you, both of your bodies attempting to regulate from that. 

“You okay?” 

He’s checking in, making sure he didn’t go too far with someone he genuinely cares for. 

You nod, turning to meet his stare. Giving him a drowsy smile, you’re not sure what comes next. But for now, you’re happy. Curling into his side, he puts an arm round you and lets you rest for a while. As he notices your breathing become deeper, he nestles into you, muttering something about clean up. 

Moving away from you, you can make out some noises of a tap, drawers opening and closing. In your sleepy state you feel him gently wiping at you, two glasses of water being put on the bedside table. Finally he makes his way back to you, and Eren notes how cute you look. Hot and completely fucked out, yes. But also gentle and at peace, allowing the heaviness of sleep taking over.

He rests behind you, wanting to be back in your warmth. He pulls you in closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. The fragrance of you takes over his nostrils, and he’s all too eager to move closer to your hair, pressing one last kiss at the nape of your neck. Whatever tomorrow brings, he hopes it’s not the last time he gets to be this close to you.

[writingtoforgetreality]

The Moment I Knew (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Request: hi! i LOVE ur writing and i’m not sure if requests are open, but i’ll shoot anyways. Could you do a dean x fem!reader where she gets hurt really bad on a hunt and tries to hide it from dean because she thinks he’ll make fun of her or think she’s weak?(enemies to lovers idea ig) and he finds out because she faints in his arms or something and he’s just like so mad at himself for not noticing and he’s really worried about her during the healing process and she’s confused cause she thought he hated her and AH i’m sorry it’s so specific i’m just in a mood🥺❤️ (by @rxvxr), [Supernatural-Masterlist]

Summary: A seemingly easy werewolf hunt got out of hand & left you injured. In order to avoid Dean getting angry at you, you hid your wound from him. It was not as bad as it looked, right?

Words: 1,975

Warnings: language, a little bit of angst, injury, blood, fluff

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

“You’re not coming on this hunt.” Dean stood his ground. Your frustrated groan showed him that you were not giving up that easily.

“Yeah, I am.” you crossed your arms over your chest. He turned around & walked closer to you. His face was way too close but you would not step back.

“You can’t handle this.” he spat out with venom in his voice.

“I’ll be fine, Dean.”

“You’re annoying, do you know that?” he threw his head back in frustration.

“Likewise.” you joked.

“Dude, let her come with us.” Sam joined your conversation, seemingly done with his older brother. “She’s skilled enough. Besides, three people are better than one.”

“Thank you very much, Sam.” your smile only grew wilder when you saw Dean rolling his eyes. Maybe you had not been in this business as long as they had been. But you knew that you were good enough to tag along on a werewolf hunt. After all, you had learned from the best. Sam, you meant. Of course. Dean? Meh, he was alright. But he hated you so you hated him. It was as easy as that.

The hunt was harder than you thought it would be. Werewolves were not that strong usually. But you kind of did not expect three of them to be there. Which left one monster for each of you. How you ended up with the strongest one of them all? You were not quite sure but that asshole landed a few pretty good hits on you. Blocking out everything around you, you hoped the brothers were luckier than you. Right when you wanted to shoot one of your silver bullets, its claws hit you right at your stomach. You groaned at the sting but you were too shocked to really feel the pain just yet. A look down was enough to realize that you had been hit pretty bad. As far as you could tell, there was a lot of blood coming out of you. An awful lot of blood. But if you stopped focusing now then your cause of death would be a werewolf. You needed to focus. Your vision started blurring slightly. A loud gunshot made you flinch. Eyes widened at the now dead werewolf in front of you. Turning around to check for another possible threat, you were only met with a very pissed off Dean. He did not even acknowledge you. Instinctively, you closed your jacket to avoid his disappointed stare. Your wound was not that bad, you would manage just fine. You could deal with your injury back in the bunker.

“So much for you can handle it, huh?” Dean mocked you. Usually, you always had a comeback. Not right now, it seemed. The adrenaline from the hunt had disappeared completely & the only thing you felt was the burning sensation that was caused by your wound. Dean raised his eyebrows when you stayed quiet.

“Dean, let her be. We didn’t expect three of them.” Sam argued.

“Yeah & we handled them just fine. She could’ve gotten herself hurt.” Dean eyed you up & down, shaking his head shortly.

“But I’m fine, Dean.” your voice was more quiet. Something both brothers were not used to from you.

“Great. Then I won’t feel bad when I tell you that this was incredibly stupid. I told you to not come along but no…No, you said you were skilled enough. Skilled enough? That was worse than what an amateur would do, (Y/N). You wanna get yourself killed or what?” his voice raised & your eyes trained on the ground, too embarrassed to look into his green ones anymore. Not even Sam tried to argue with him. He simply went ahead & left Dean & you standing alone.

“I’m sorry.” it was almost inaudible but he heard you clearly due to the calm night in the woods.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, (Y/N).” he scoffed. You waited a few seconds if he had to say anything else. When you were sure that he was done, you wanted to follow Sam back to the Impala. The first step you took brought you dizziness. The second one made dark spots appear. Dean noticed you wavering & when you did not answer after asking if your were okay, he made his way over to you. Right when he reached you, your body was met with darkness. For a second, Dean panicked. But when he felt one of his hands sticky with whatever liquid, he breathed out a quiet “Fuck”. He opened your jacket & saw the three long & deep gashes adorning your stomach. Wasting no time, he picked you up bridal style & ran over to the Impala where Sam was already waiting. All the while, Dean whispered sweet nothings to you. You did not hear it but he needed to say them. More for himself, really.

“What happened?” Sam was just as shocked as his older brother.

“She did get hurt.” the man carrying you explained. “Come on, Sammy. You drive.” he handed Sam the key & got in the backseat with you. Carefully as to not hurt you any more. Putting more pressure on your wound, he hated himself for lashing out at you like that. He simply did not want you to get hurt. Hence why he suggested you staying behind. Well, it was not really suggesting. It was more like forcing you & then, when you did not agree with him, being mad at you. If only you knew why he was acting that way towards you. Tonight, the one thing he did not want to happen happened. You got hurt. Not because you were not strong enough. Dean knew your abilities were similar to theirs. No, you got hurt because he left you out of his sight. Usually, whenever the three of you went on a hunt together, he made sure to keep you close by. Not that he ever admitted it. Sam had picked up on that & teased him like crazy. You, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to it all. After all, you hated him, right? Having to look at you like this, it broke his heart. Mainly because Dean blamed himself. If he paid more attention, he could have avoided all of this. After waking up, you would hate him even more & he would not even blame you. He was the one who yelled at you. But wait a second. Why the hell did you tell him that you were fine, when in reality, you were in pain? Your injury was not really a minor one. He instructed Sam to go faster. The sooner you all made it back to the bunker, the better.

Your entire body was on fire when you opened your eyes. Your attempt to sit up was cut short when you felt pain shooting through you. Wincing audibly, you looked down. Only then did you remember what happened. The werewolf hunt. One of them sliced you open with its claws. Dean yelled at you & then? What happened then? You could not recall it. All you knew was that you were back in your own bed in the bunker. The door opened & your head snapped up. Eyebrows furrowed when Dean entered. You expected Sam but Dean? You thought he was pissed off still. If you were honest, it was kind of your fault. If you had told them that you were hurt right away then you probably would not be in this situation.

“Hey.” he whispered even though there was no need to.

“Hi.” you matched his tone, unsure if you were about to experience another scolding from him. Dean walked over to the bed & sat down, careful not to touch you.

“How are you feeling?” he did not look at you which confused you even more.

“Um…Well, I’ll live.” you chuckled uncomfortably.

“Why didn’t you tell me that one of them hurt you?” his eyes locked onto yours & your mouth opened & closed a few times. What could you possibly tell him?

“Didn’t think it was that bad.” that was what you ended up with. A lie.

“Hmm, I don’t believe you. Why didn’t you say anything?” he repeated. Sighing loudly, you thought you would say the truth. It did not matter anyway.

“I didn’t want you to look at me like I’m weak or pathetic.” you looked down at your hands that fiddled in your lap.

“Why would I do that?” he was confused now.

“Well.” you glanced at him again. “You kinda told me to stay behind & I said I’d be fine. Look where that brought me. And I know you sorta hate me so…” you trailed off.

“I don’t hate you.” he wasted no time with his response. You stared at him questioningly & he knew he had to explain himself. “I don’t hate you, (Y/N). I’ve been an asshole, I know that.” you interrupted him briefly.

“Self-reflective, I see.” you teased playfully.

“What I wanna say…I just don’t wanna see you get hurt. And last night showed me that all of this can be over way too soon. I guess I was scared of losing you.” he admitted, watching you closely for your reaction. You were shocked at his statement.

“It takes a lot more to get rid of me, Dean.” you smiled warmly at him. Usually, you would have teased him but he was so serious in this moment, you did not want to ruin it.

“You’re one of the best hunters I know. It could’ve happened to all of us, this werewolf. Man…” he put his face in one of his hands, then chuckled. “I’m really bad at this feelings crap.” you laughed & shook your head at him.

“You’re getting better.”

The following weeks were different. The way Dean acted towards you was foreign to you. The teasing did not stop but you two shared another thing now. Though you had yet to figure out what exactly that was. Dean went out of his way to care for you which, if you were honest, was because of your wound taking an awful lot of time to fully heal. You spent a lot of days in pain that not even pills could numb. Sam was teasing the two & for the first time, you could actually tell that he was. Apparently, you were way too focused on Dean’s “hatred” towards you that you did not notice the younger brother’s teasing. The atmosphere in the bunker was not as tense anymore. The three of you lived comfortably together. Sometimes, you had to stop & think about your journey with Dean. It was actually the plot of a Disney movie. Two people had hated each other (at least they thought they had) until one of them got hurt & the other was scared of losing them. After that, their relationship changed into something way deeper, way more understanding.

“(Y/N)?” Dean entered the kitchen where you were currently sitting with a cup of coffee in your hand. You hummed for him to continue. “You’re still annoying as shit. You know that, right?” you broke out in laughter, Dean joined in a second later. Motioning for the cup you set up for him, he walked over & sat down next to you.

“Hate to break it to you but I won’t change.” you smirked at him.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” he pressed a soft kiss on top of your head & threw one of his arms around your shoulders to pull you closer to his body. Your eyes closed in content. This was where you were supposed to be. In Dean’s arms. And it took you both long enough that you could not live without each other. At least you had each other now. Finally.

Published (04/27/2021) by Cathy

Tags: @hollymac79, @spnbaby-67 (thanks for your support <3)

[an-ambivalent]

Sukuna x Uchiha! Reader

A/N: This is purely for my own self-indulgent purposes -- expanding on this scenario I was daydreaming about. You are invited along to read about my cringefest scenario but only I’m allowed to call it cringe. 

Headcanon synopsis: You are amidst fighting Kabuto with Sasuke and Itachi in the Fourth Great Ninja War when the strangest thing happens. Between struggling to stay conscious from the poison that’s slowly eating you alive to trying to focus on the lengthy explanations of never-heard-before jutsus’ between the two emo brothers, the clash of such jutsus teleports you to another world during another fight. There, the line between enemies and comrades is nonexistent. However, one thing is certain: apparently you wear the same face as of a thousand-years-old demon’s deceased lover. 

For clarification, you are not related to Sasuke and Itachi because that would mean this “reader” insert has fixed looks of black hair and black eyes. You are from the same clan with abilities like the Sharingan and affiliation to fire chakra nature. But fill in your blanks of whatever you want to look like. 

Warnings: This has very minor spoilers about the JJK manga, specifically Sukuna’s abilities. So read at your own risk. It’s just a bunch of OP assholes trying to one up each other ig :P 

                                                          ~***~ 

The rustic smell of blood is present profoundly in the atmosphere. The heavy rain that is suddenly drenching you, and increasing the heaviness and wetness of your clothes and making them stick disgustingly to your grime skin, does nothing to waft away the awful smell. It washes off some of the dried blood from minor cuts and other injuries you had acquired during your fight with Kabuto, triggering your pain receptors in response and causing stinging and burning of pain. But for someone like you who has already been traumatised from the blood shed you have experienced as a ninja, the revolting smell of blood and the burning pain is nothing new. However, the thing that is new is the rain. It had abruptly replaced the mid-day sun that shone horribly bright. During the war, the clear and sunny weather felt like it was nature’s way to laugh at everyone’s face when they were fighting and barely hanging onto their life. The sudden darkness of the night and the open space you find yourself in, instead of the dark cave you were in just mere moments ago, has your shoulders becoming tensed and your blood flow and heart-beat going faster. 

Instantly, your eyes are their notorious deep red colour presented with three black tomes. Your refined shinobi instincts kick in, and you catch the lean and spikey black-haired male that was thrown your way. There is blood trickling down his mouth, and as you held him momentarily, it was easy to deduce that some of his ribcages and other bones were broken, in addition to more serious injuries. Like how milliseconds decisions were required as a shinobi because they determined life or death,  the abrupt situation you were thrown into also required it. You carelessly threw him aside as a half-naked pink-haired teen with black markings on his skin, a hole in his chest and blood dripping down his abdomen charged at you. 

He aimed a vicious and strong punch to your face, which you avoided by side-stepping. When he repeated the gesture with his other arm, you blocked it with your forearm, before twisting your body at an angle, and delivering a strong kick to his stomach and sending him flying away. Using the new created distance to your advantage, you quickly made the necessary hand-signs with practiced ease, before taking a deep breath in. 

“Fire Style: Great Fire Dragon Jutsu,”  You exclaimed, as you exhaled a vicious and high temperature dragon head-shaped flame towards your attacker. 

Sukuna, currently in possession of Itadori’s body, was internally questioning whether the very few hits that Megumi had landed previously had damaged his brain because there was absolutely no way he had seen her face. There was absolutely no way in hell that a mere human would be strong enough to land a painful kick on him. Evidently, the thought that he had seen her face had made him falter in his concentration so it was probably a lucky hit. But the giant dragon fireball that was currently heading towards his way was not going to be a lucky or a pleasant hit, if he did not counter or dodge it. Attacks with fire meant play-time for Sukuna. So, he simply waited until your attack was mere inches away from him, before he easily manipulated the flames and extinguished them. Then, without any current motivation for more fighting, he started to walk towards you. 

Your eyes widened when you saw your jutsu disappear in thin air. Then, when you saw the pink-haired male began walking towards you nonchalantly, your hand automatically went to your back and you unsheathed your sword slightly. Cracks of lightning sparked through it. You stayed grounded on your fighting stance and narrowed your eyes at him, ready to strike should he attack. 

The intense cold expression you wore on your face with her familiar features was so strange to see; and usually, Sukuna enjoyed fighting and taunting seemingly stuck-up people like you. Overpowering such humans before burning them to their demise -- it was such a great way to pass his time. But right now, right now, he was infuriated. He was surprised, and somewhere deep down in his dead demonic heart, was a small sense of longing and hope to regain what used to be. 

His red magenta eyes dug through you in a fierce glare as he stopped just a small distance in front of you. 

“Oi, who are you?” 

The corner of your lips twitched up into a smirk. 

“It’s customary to introduce yourself before asking for someone else’s name. Surely, you have that much manners?” 

Your reply evoked an eyebrow twitch from Sukuna. 

“You’re unnecessarily cocky, aren’t you? If you knew who I was, you would know what was good for you. It’s no wonder it’s so tempting to kill you humans.” He remarked easily, and took a step closer towards you. 

You raised an eyebrow in question. “Me, a human? You’re talking as if you aren’t one.” 

His lips stretched into a wide grin. “Huh, so you can see me and you’re attacking me, seemingly a fellow human without mercy and not actually knowing who I am or what’s going on?” 

It was something about the way he was questioning and taunting you like you were a three-years-old kid that made you glare at him. But, there were no hints of deception or lies in his words. And the nagging feeling you felt churning in the pit of your stomach made you know that something was seriously wrong. 

“So what are you then, a monster? That’s quite subjective though isn’t it; I kill another to protect myself or my loved one, I’m a human in their eyes. The loved ones of the one I killed in order to protect myself, I’m a monster in their eyes. There’s no difference. Although, why I’m suddenly here and not where I am meant to be... maybe only you can answer that. And if you know who I am, you would know what’s good for you. Answer me or you will regret even having the nerve to look in my eyes.” You warned, and just then, the black tomes in your crimson irises started spinning. 

Your cold threats, your body bent in the certain angle it was, ready and just waiting to kill something, and the power radiating off of you -- especially your brilliant blood eyes, it sent unanticipated shivers down Sukuna’s spine. His grin widened until his canine were visible, and just before he could respond, Megumi’s shouts were heard from the distance, interrupting his intense stare off with you. 

“What the hell are you doing?! Get out here civilian before he kills you!” 

Your gaze switched to him and the moment your cold red eyes met Megumi’s eyes, they widened in surprise. Then, finally, the poison that was still in your bloodstream sent sharp waves of pain to your head, causing you to wince and hiss out in pain. This was not missed by the two men around you, especially Sukuna, who was watching you like a hawk. 

He smirked. “Reaching your human limits already?” 

You scoffed. “Hardly. But looks like our chat will need to end here.” You responded easily. Then, with a single hand-sign and your Sharingan tomes spinning more fiercely, you triggered a low-level genjutsu. Both males, who did not know better than to not look into your eyes, were easily swept into it. It was solely for a moment; however, that moment was enough time that when the world around them stopped spinning, there was not even a single clue of you ever being there was even left. 

[shouldntcryoverit]

the art of discordance

a captain rex x jedi fic during clone wars era :))

no warnings i think uh yeah hope you enjoy let me know ig...

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CHAPTER ONE -

A new general. That’s what the rookies had heard, though Rex was reluctant to believe the Jedi Council had the guts to replace Skywalker. After a good few months, the captain had learnt of his general’s unique ‘disposition’, and getting a new general to step in was what he least expected.

That was until the ship landed just outside their camp and she walked out. Even from his position sitting further back on some crates, Rex could make out the figure, identifying her as one of the jedi knights, though which one escaping him. Perhaps the rumours were true.

He watched as she walked closer, hands placed purposefully and eyes wandering over the other two jedi in front of her. The commander crossed her arms defensively, though her master seemed unbothered by her arrival, excited even.

“master?” Ahsoka coughed

“oh snips!” Skywalker bleated with the same enthusiasm he had wagered throughout the interaction “this is Jaida Reyes”

“the one from your padwan stories?” Ahsoka said with smug conviction

“my reputation precedes me” her accent was crisp and calm, though her tone radiated a coolness that Ahsoka couldn’t help but feel distanced by “though i’d rather be known for my skills with a lightsaber than helping Akin steal from Obi-wan”

Ahsoka held back a snicker as Rex walked up to the three, absent minded as he double checked his comm.

“General Skywalker, we have the new coordinates” His attention tried hard to divert to the new face.

“ah thank you” Anakin turned to his friend “this is my captain, Rex”

Rex nodded at his introduction.

“i’m the new co-general, General Reyes” her face settled into the beginnings of a smile, but faultered and remained her neutral, placid gaze.

The young jedi watched with focused eyes as they walked the short distance towards the briefing tent. Already her presence seemed to spark rumours among the men, and she watched as the younger looking troopers sent her inspecting looks. It was to be expected, honestly she never wanted a big formal introduction, but she didn’t know that her arrival would breach the news so quickly.

When they arrived, the tent was half full. An open and decorated holo map was in the centre, with at least two clones at each marked entrance point.

“Boys” Skywalker called “we have a visitor”

She rolled her eyes slightly at the flamboyant gesture, but stepped forward anyway. “I’m General Reyes, apparently Skywalker wasn’t trusted enough to run his own battalion, so i got called in” Her hands rested behind her back, but a small grin encroached her face as the snipe made a few troopers smirk.

“excuse my fellow jedi, she’s never been good at taking second place” Anakin fired back, earning another set of grins.

Reyes crossed her arms as her smiling face resumed the same placcid one she’d kept previously. “i have heard nothing but good things, and i look forward to serving with you.”

The Captain moved forward from the side of the room and clicked to change the holo map, it made a small beep as he did.

“The 212th met a settlement of droids over this side of the ridge. Last report was that they were able to move forward at the threat subsided.”

“so what does that mean for us?” Jaida’s brows furrowed as Rex layed the plans out for her. Already her mind was scoping escape routes and vantage points, but she remained seemingly unbothered by the conflict describes. Rex couldn’t help but feel unmotivated by her apparent lack of interest.

“our initial plan was to take out the last forces left on the planet after the seppie defeat, but intelligence believed the 212th accidentally did it for us”

She scoffed “so we’re here for a clean up?”

“hope you brought something fun to do” Ahsoka scorned.

The efforts were limited within the first hour. Already the men were tired of the same scenery and nothing but expansive flats. The sun stood high in the sky, illuminating the landscape in a orange hue. It wasn’t hot nor cold, everything about the mission mediocre, something Reyes particularly hated. It wasn’t just her with an annoyance, she could sense the captain’s distrust. She understood it, only hoped it wouldn’t comprimise her efficiency.

As if nothing interesting was ever going to happen, a yell from a trooper a little further ahead broke the methodical thump of the machinery.

Soon followed was the sound of gun fire. Each shot was slow, until finally the enemy was visible.

“Find cover!”

“you did say you wanted action” Anakin quipped, earning an actual chuckle from her usual pursed lips. It almost caught Rex off guard.

It was unavoidable, the lack of cover meant the men were almost completely exposed, accept for the three jedi that stepped forward, sabers ignited.

Reyes was a new sight, though she didn’t look out of place on the battle field. Her lighsaber was different, instead of the usual one blade, hers had two, both green and glowing as she tactically spun it round and round, catching blasts as if it were sport. Even her fighting style seemed new, she fought with elegance and structure, each blow purposeful and strong.

Her focus was planted entirely on the enemy ahead, so much so that she failed to notice the trooper settling down beside her.

“karking droids, never seem to die” she muttered, deflecting a few more blasts.

A muffled laugh came from beside her and the familiar blue and white etched her vision.

“I’d get used to it general” a trooper grinned

Jaida turned and grimaced, an offering of acceptance. As she refocused her mind to the task at hand, a thought slipped through.

“trooper, get those three and come with me”

Her request caught the clone beside her off guard, but he complied none the least.

The five of them rounded behind the line of defence, all the way to their republic.

“uh, sir, what are we doing?” a soldier with a hand print on his chest asked, gingerly as the new, seemingly scary, general climbed onto the side.

“if i can prime the ignition gear and jinx the starter cable, I can force it into their ranks and it’ll, with any luck,” she popped her head up with a half devilish grin “turn them all into scrap parts”

It was the trooper with the cog on his helment that relaxed first “heh, they teach you that at the temple?” he quipped

“nope” she gestured for them to cover her as she popped open the side “they taught me it on florrum” she said with a smirk, before diving back into the mess of wires and sparks.

Jaida’s plan worked, and effectively too. After a very short battle, the men finished their sweep and prepared to bid the timeless campaign fairwell.

Once back on the ship, most clones settled down for the trip back to Coruscant, and Reyes followed suit, though only subtly checking that everyone was well and okay, before continuing her sweep on the ration packs. After she deemed her check satisfactory, she retreated to the command rooms. The door slid open and revealed Rex standing over a report, absent minded to say the least. His shoulders tensed momentarily as the door swooshed, and she noticed the sour taste that seemed to flood his tongue when he met her eyes.

Jaida cleared her throat, and planted fists against the table, propping herself up.

“i’m sorry, we lost men” Jaida spoke calmly, slightly softer than her usual tone.

“with all due respect sir, you don’t seem all that bothered.” Rex mentioned.

“captain” “it’s not something i’ve grown accustomed too yet” Jaida countered, though her argument didn’t cause Rex’s stance to loosen. She cleared her throat

“i’ve lost people before, and I know what it’s like to loose someone in battle, though i don’t know what it’s like to loose your brothers. i did not want this” her tone was instructive, but it softened all the same and her true compassion fell through.

Rex paused for a moment and met her eyes again “i shouldn’t have blamed you, my apologies, general”

“relax, captain”

“it’s uh, Rex, sir” he corrected. It was when he lifted his hands to the side of his helmet that Jaida realised she had never actually seen his face. It came off, and revealed a strong jaw and cheek bones, all toned perfectly set. His eyebrows arched above his eyes, a slightly different shade of golden brown than his brothers. Of course the main difference was his hair colour, short and stark blonde.

“Jaida” her response made Rex frown ”if i have to call you by your name you have to call me by mine. Jaida” she explained

“sounds fair”

“good” she smiled for the first time, and Rex liked it.

————————————

The night after an assignment was always filled with either anecdotes or silence, a relief or devastating. Jaida watched as the men loitered around crates of rations and equipment, all with distant smiles; tired.

She had previously been stuck at the medbay after the medics caught sight of her, a few gashes on her cheeks the real cause - nothing bacta wouldn’t heal, but she learnt quickly of their head medic, Kix, and his ability to scare even Jedi into looking after themselves. After making peace with the captain, a warmth had begun to spread about her.

Now, she stood against the cold duraplast walls of the Resolute, picking aimlessly at the scarce red dirt left on her hands.

“You okay Jay?” the question broke her mindless thought.

“yeah, i am” she looked up to her friend knowingly, Anakin grinning as he always did.

“Generals!” a trooper with geometric tattoos called out “come sit with us”

She turned her head sharply and gazed over the haphazard array of lounging clones

“I ought to check the ration packs” she tried to excuse.

“you should take one sir” Another clone encourage lazily “deserve it after that rescue”

She blinked for a second, unsure if it would make more sense to agree or deny. Before she said yes or no, Anakin had already collected her on his way to his own seat in the game.

Jaida sauntered over and handed each clone a bar before taking one herself, sitting down cross leggedly just as graceful as she did anything.

“sir, i don’t like it” she spoke between chews “name’s Jaida”

“well, Jaida, general’s told us a little about your career together, got any stories?”

“many” Jaida gave the first ghost of a smile any of them had seen from her yet, however small it may have been, and lent backwards against another log “Anakin ever told you about the time we climbed to the very top of the temple walls?”

[cherryonigiri]

the retrospective: alice’s 1k special || lover masterlist

matchup requests: CLOSED

@bbytetsu​ asked: 💘id love a matchup. mbti: infp/isfp. in kind, creative, strong-willed, independent, romantic. my hobbies: cooking, doing my nails, gym-ing, watching movies, writing, astrology. my style is minimal, a lil romantic, and a lil punk (i 💖daisy daisy tv, vivienne westwood). fav outfit: white oversized button up + corset skirt (like orseund iris’s gamine skirt) + black kitten heels. fav drink: cold barley tea/passion fruit green tea w boba! i dont have a fav team but it wouldnt b karasuno yikes + omg i didnt know my house or patronus lmfaoo but i took a quiz n it said ravenclaw n orca 😳 hope that helps  — ang

A/N: aHHHHHH ANG!!!!!! HIIIIII I HOPE U R DOING WELL ALSO OMG TYSM FOR GOING OUT OF UR WAY TO TAKE UR PATRONUS + HP HOUSE TEST HEHEEH OOO THAT IS SUCH AN INTERESTING COMBO WITH ORCA + RAVENCLAW. LOTS OF LOVE -alice PS - lmaoooooooo I was gonna match u with suga but ig that’s not happening 

Your matchup is: Semi Eita

How you met: You’re working part time as a bartender at a place where Semi regularly performs with his band. He probably does 2-3 shows per month, and you come in early before the night starts to set up the bar, so the two of you end up talking because it’s only the two of you in the bar until opening. You’re working on finishing up your college degree and Semi just graduated and started his job as a civil servant. The two of you strike up easy conversation whenever he’s setting up for the night, and by now you know his regular drink and have it ready for him after he and the band finish their set. Eventually, you find out that the two of you actually attended the same university, only that you were in different departments/colleges. 

Your first date: I feel like Semi is the kind of guy who will play things by ear for a while - and figure out if you’re interested or not. He probably just approaches you after his set and sits down at the bar until closing, sipping his favorite drink. He offers to help you clean up and the two of you enjoy companionable silence. Probably acts all chill/suave and is like “hey do you want to go out with me?” once you finish locking up the bar. For your first date, probably a nice dinner befor hand followed by a movie. I feel like Semi is a sucker for classic date ideas. Ooo but he’d probably take you to a drive in movie theatre - probably in a pickup truck. He packs several blankets, pillows + snacks so the two of you can lie in the bed of the truck watching the movie in peace. Lots and lots of cuddling during said movie.

Your first kiss: Ahhh it’s so romantic bc it also happens on your first date. The credits are rolling and people are slowly starting to pack up their stuff but you and Semi just sit there, kind of leaning on each other and enjoying each other’s presence. Slowly the lights + the projector turn off and it’s just the two of you and the stars. Mayhaps there is (coincidentally) a shooting star or meteor shower as you cup his cheek to bring his face closer to yours. I just imagine after the first time your lips touch Semi can’t get enough and pulls you closer, dragging you into his lab where the two of you continue to make out for quite a bit before packing things up and driving back to the city. When he drops you off at your place late at night he pulls you into another long and fierce kiss before you get out of the car. 

Anniversary: I feel like Semi would get you two matching/paired leather jackets - custom made/comissioned with some elaborate embroidery. They wouldn’t be identical, but the designs would be similar or centered around a similar theme - maybe the same flower/object embroidered but with slightly different designs that represent your individual quirks and personalities - your jacket might have symbols related to astrology, have some laces/ties whereas semi’s might have some references to his band + volleyball. I feel like you might get creative and maybe getting some custom jewelry for the two of you - some rings, studs, earrings, etc. For the day of the anniversary itself - the two of you have a lazy day at home - maybe a jam session or karaoke session where Semi plays the guitar + binge watching marvel movies or something. 

How they propose: Probably after you graduate from university. Semi still plays gigs at the bar you used to work at, except now that you have a full time job in a field you’re passionate about, you’re usually part of the audience, nursing some fruity version of a Long Island iced tea. As the band has grown, Semi has also grown as a songwriter (let’s be real he’s secretly a poet) so they’ve been performing more and more songs with Semi’s original lyrics/melodies. Towards the end of the night, when the bar isn’t as crowded, Semi steps up to the mic and dedicates the next song (I think he might call it “glowing eyes in the evening”) and it’s basically a song about your first date + other memories in your relationship. At the end he walks into the audience and kneels down in front of you, and says “Hey, can we get married?” 

What your wedding looks like: Definitely on the smaller side - Semi is a private person and invites a small group of people that he genuinely cares about + really values to the wedding. I feel like both of you have kind of a punk + modern aesthetic, so I feel like your wedding might also reflect that - I’m thinking you’ll probably find a gothic style chapel (architecture wise) to get married in bc it matches your aesthetic, but also the decorations would be super sleek + modern. As part of your reception Semi sings you a song + your first dance is to the recording of the song he sang when he proposed. I think Ushijima and Tendou tag team the best men toast and Semi probably yells at Tendou to stop calling him “semi semi” but also Tendou comes in clutch by providing desserts/chocolate for your wedding. 

Newlywed/domestic hc: You and Semi buy a house together, mainly because you convert one of the larger bedrooms into a creative studio/haven of sorts. It’s soundproof so Semi can jam inside and also has a bunch of production equipment but it’s also sort of cozy - with fairy lights, bean bags and a lot of throw pillows + blankets. Also there’s a lot of cupboards of stuff that you use for your artistic/creative projects. Also I feel like you and Semi would enjoy couple workouts - maybe every weekend on Saturday morning you’ll clear out your living room and lay out some yoga mats + weights and follow a workout video together.

[yaz-the-spaz]

ahem. ziam fam may i have your attention please!

so this is apparently the shop where liam’s gotten his most recent rings from (the mickey mouse skull ring and winged gem ring)

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and i’m currently laughing my gay ass off y’all cause not only does basically everything on their website LOOK like exactly zayn’s style...it LITERALLY IS ZAYN’S STYLE (reference pics below) and that’s ON TOP of the fact that they also sell the anatomical heart necklace that liam was wearing recently and the eye rings (which they point out are each made unique and which is why i need an hq pic of liam’s asap so i can compare it to zayn’s properly to see if it really is the same one lol, not that it really matters anyway cause it’s still similar enough and a big enough coincidence, that they’ve both worn them, to leave everyone 👀)

anyway onto the pics!

liam in the mickey mouse skull ring and winged gem ring:

mouse skull ring

winged gem ring (which is also available in onyx like liam’s and can be seen in a closer up/better quality pic here)

some of their eye rings

both liam and zayn wearing brown eye rings (update: partial credit to @81sziam on twitter whose post i got the pics from, they also have a tumblr which that link is to, so go check them out and give ‘em a follow if you don’t already! however all original credit goes to @ziamminds who those pics originally came from, and who you should def go give a follow too if you don’t already!)

(eta: forgot to point all the similarities/coincidences in the fact that not only are they both horizontal - as opposed to vertical like is also an option - and appear to be the exact same shade of brown, but if those lines going through liam’s are in fact just a glare/shadow/result of weird lighting like i suspect they might be then i think it’s pretty safe to say it’s probably the same exact ring which he also just so happens to be wearing on his ring finger aka the same finger that has the 4 tattoo on it while he was supposed to be stunting with maya lol if that ain’t a giant bat signal idk what is 😏)

[putting the rest under a read more cause this got wayyyy long as usual]

anatomical heart necklace

liam in said necklace (second one’s a bit closer up for better viewing)

(update: i’ve since learned the pic of zayn that was formerly included here where he was wearing their indian chief ring is actually a manip and it wasn’t his hands nor his rings...sorry for the misinformation but just wanted to be forthcoming)

anyway...

zayn with a ring that looks very similar to their stone signet ring 

(although keep in mind that since most of these pics of him are older it’s possible that there’s even more he’s worn from them that they don’t sell anymore or that what’s in their store right now might be a slightly different style than what he’s wearing in pics but still looks pretty similar enough that i felt it deserved to be included)

it’s hard to tell for certain from the quality of the pics for these next couple but one of the bracelets (third one down) in this pic looked a lot like their small skull bracelet

i know people have also always speculated that that chainlink bracelet was a cartier one but after looking around this website i wondered if it’s also possible it’s their shackle bracelet...might not be since the shape/style of the chainlinks/shackles looks a little different on zayn’s but just throwing it out there as a possibility

and the middle one here definitely looks like their black woven bracelet (which is possibly also in that first pic of zayn above but it’s easier to see in these pics since they’re more hq and not in black and white) 

and this looks a helluva a lot like their thick link bracelet

there’s also these plain bands that we’ve seen zayn in a lot over the years

(he’s wearing one in that first black and white pic above too but here’s another one)

and last but not least this plain gold ring that i feel like i vaguely remembered liam wearing (or at least something similar/resembling it?) sometime back in like 2017 or so but for the life of me i can’t seem to find a pic of him in it even though i’m sure i reblogged it and tagged it

(edit: nvm i was remembering wrong, it was a similar-looking but different ring, the face had a design on it instead of being plain like this one)

but anyway here’s a (quite old now) pic of zayn in one that looks a lot like it, funnily enough from the night changes video lol

(also side note but the guy on their pendants page has some tattoos that look very similar to harry’s lol and harry’s rose ring looks to be from there too so #ot5 for the win)

(another update: just found out louis also follows the shop on IG and is believed to have bought the rose ring from them for harry years ago so yeah...definitely ot5 for the win, man do i love coincidences lol)

anyway feel free to browse around their website and see for yourselves and if anyone else notices any other good similarities/comparisons let me know and i will update this post!

[twoidiotwriters1]

Starcrossed Losers II (Josh Wheeler xReader)

A/N: Loving this thing already, seriously hoping to keep the constant of posting two chapters every week lmao

Words: 2,766

Warnings: Swearing ig

Previous Chapter // Next chapter

Of course. Of course, it was this guy.

Eli fucking Cardashyan, or as I liked to call him, the goblin under the bridge that always copied my answers on every test since we were thirteen. Just like Josh, Angelica and Wesley, I knew Eli from a while back. He wasn’t exactly popular but everyone knew him as the school’s “wanna-be”, I thought he would be dead by now, I’m glad to see I was wrong.

But I can’t believe he’s got the mall for himself. Even worse, I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. The mall was neutral territory, everyone could go and hang out with their friends, so the most logical thing is to say everyone had the same right over it. And is Eli Cardashyan the one who gets to have it all for himself? I call bullshit. This kind of situation is what leads me to believe that there is really no god.

“This is who we’ve been scared of?” Angelica complains, “A light breeze could kick his ass!”

“I thought it was gonna be Hoyles,” Wesley adds in a mix of disbelief and disappointment, “this is... Who is this again?”

“It’s Eli,” sighs Josh, he walks towards the bike and examines it, then lets out a childish laugh, “it’s fine, He’s a knock-off Baron Triumph”

And yes, obviously he was. Eli could be an idiot sometimes but he wasn’t a murderer. He went off on his (honestly weird as hell) speech until Josh cut him off.

“Who else is with you? Where is Sam Dean?” Eli scoffs.

“Do I look like her publicist?”

“Sam’s not here?” 

“I’m sorry, it’s just me and my girlf, Mavis” He answers with a smirk.

Josh and I share a look, I shrug and mouth a ‘sorry’, Josh shakes his head, telling me not to worry about it.

“You have the entire mall? You?” asks Angelica.

“Right?! How did that even happen?” I ask in frustration. Wesley mumbles a ‘chill, girl’ that I decide to ignore.

Eli went on and on, and to be honest I think I only understood like fifty percent of what he was saying, part because I wasn’t listening, and part ‘cause the boy has a wild vocabulary. Josh and I looked at each other in annoyance and I knew he was feeling as done as me with the conversation. When I was starting to think this day couldn’t get any crazier, the real Baron Triumph made his entrance.

We all hurl up at the doors and Eli pulls out a set of keys from his pocket, desperately trying to open them.

“Faster, he’s almost here!” says Josh.

“Get your own mall, this one’s mine” Eli grumbles.

“Are you twelve?” I reply, “We’re on the same side here!”

“We’re finna get eaten out here...”

“Not helping, Wesley.” 

“Got it!” Says Eli. The other boys pull him aside and practically rip the chains from the handles, “Hey!”

Josh pushes me inside hurriedly before entering himself. The others soon following after. I hear the door slamming shut and I look over my shoulder to see Eli running behind us; we’re all safe.

We reach one of the halls and Josh stops in awe, it takes me an extra second to stop completely cause I’m still wearing my skates, but when I do I’m just as amazed as him. Behind me, I hear Angelica talk.

“There’s power and air conditioning...”

“Everything is so... clean”

“Still smells like cinnabon”

“Am I still alive?” I look over at Josh, “You sure I didn’t die when you hit me this afternoon?”

“I didn’t hit you that hard,” He replies, still looking around like it was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

“Solar panels on the roof!” Eli sings, “This is an island of paradise in an ocean of poop.”

“What a fancy allegory,” I snicker.

I’ll allow myself to remember, I don’t do it as often as I’d like...

-Flashback time-

What? You thought I wasn’t going to do this? C’mon, I’m a lonely child. All I have are my memories of the good ol’ times, so you’ll be forced to relive them with me. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. (I do, but I don’t wanna brag about it).

“We should go to my place, there’s nothing to do here...”

“Maya, for the last time,” I look at the girl standing next to me, “we told Alex we would meet here.”

“I know,” She whines, “but Hoyles is here and that guy gives me the creeps. I heard he tried to have sex with Ashley Miller while she was completely wasted”

“Sounds like Hoyles,” I nod in agreement, “but we can’t scatter everytime we run into them. We’re not little kids anymore, he can’t hurt us”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” She points to the opposite corner, Hoyles and his gang are terrorizing a freshman and the people around does nothing but move away.

“Can you belive that?” I start to walk towards them but Maya grabs my arm tightly, “What?”

“Don’t be stupid,” She rolls her eyes, “don’t even try to stop them, seriously, they won’t stop and you’ll get harassed.”

“It’s a freshman!” I insist, “Hoyles is like three times his size! You can’t expect me to do nothing”

“Listen,” my friend raises an eyebrow, “Y/N, those guys are crazy, please...”

I look back at the boys and realize they’re no longer there, I turn to her in defeat.

“I just really hate bullies, okay?”

“Let’s face it, we don’t have the ability to stop them all.”

“To stop what?” 

I quickly turn around and see the person I’ve been waiting for: Alex, my best friend since childhood. My mood switches instantly and I shrugg it off, already starting to forget.

“Just the usual dumbassery,” I reply with a chuckle.

“Hey loser,” Maya adds, “you’re late.”

“Yeah, I know” Alex nods awkwardly, “lost track of time again, sorry.”

“What was it this time?” I ask, “youtube or the comic?”

“Youtube,” He smirks, “vine is honestly a national treasure.”

“Sure,” I snort, “too bad is dead now.”

“Those who are great live the shortest lives,” He replies with his ‘wise old man’ voice.

“So,” Maya hops between us and puts her arms around our shoulders, “you want to look around?”

“I wanna go see the skates,” Alex adds, basically vibrating, “they have a new model and I wanna try them on.”

“The skates place, then,” My friend nods and pulls us with her.

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A loud bang brings me back to the present and I remember why were we hiding here in the first place.

“This way, quick!” Eli tells us before he starts running. I move fast since I’m the only one with wheels on her feet. And soon most of them are behind me. Eli presses a button on the keychain he has, and the metal curtain lifts up enough for us to get in. “Go under, we’ll be safe in here...”

As soon as Josh, Angelica and I get in, the curtain comes back down.

“What the hell?” asks Josh.

“I’m not sharing my kingdom with you, sheep. No one busts into Eli’s mall. And don’t even try to escape.”

“We weren’t trying to escape, you brainless leprechaun!” This is unbelievable, I swear, I just want out of this day, “We’re running away from the monster that's on your side! You won’t make it on your own against Triumph, he’ll find a way to get in and eat you”

“Every door is locked or booby-trapped.” A laugh distracts us from the discussion and I see Wesley next to Eli... on the other side.

“Booby,” He chuckles. He’s been smoking, so you can’t expect him to behave.

Eli groans. Josh steps closer and smirks.

“Wesley Fists lead the state in sacks last season. Take him out, Samurai.”

“To fight someone so obviously inferior would be dishonorable.” He raises a brow. Eli shows us both of his middle fingers.

“Great,” I throw my backpack on the floor and walk away from the curtain, “this is only getting better and better...” 

“One punch, Wesley, come on,” Josh insists, “one punch.”

I let out a sharp breath and sit on the bench a few feet away from them to take off my skates. As useful as they are, I’m starting to feel sore and they’re not the most comfortable thing to wear after a few hours of running. While I’m doing so, another memory comes to mind and I’m unable to stop it.

Where was I? Oh, right...

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“I think these are more you’re style,” I grab the bright, lime-green pair from the right shelf and hand them to Alex, he laughs and examines them for a moment like he’s actually considering the idea.

“I mean, they wouldn’t match any of my outfits but they’d totally be catching everyone’s eye.”

“Isn’t that the point, though?”

“Obviously,” He shakes his head pretending to be offended by the question, “though I think I’ll have to pass this time. I already made my choice.”

He shows me a pair of white-colored ones.

“Dude, are you serious?” I grab the skates and raise them to his eye level, “These are the most boring pair of skates ever”

“Now they are,” Alex moves my hand slightly so he can see my face, “but I bet that you can turn them into a masterpiece”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Please, Y/N don’t play dumb, you know I love your drawings”

I blush at his reply. Sure, I like drawing but I’m no Van Gogh at it. The best thing I ever drew was probably a worm.

“You’re telling me you’d spend your money on the newest model of skates just to ruin them with your best friend’s nonexistent skills?”

“To me, their value would go up by a thousand if they had your drawings in them.”

“Jesus, get a room!” Maya exclaims beside us, she’s sitting on a small chair, trying random pairs of skates out of pure boredom.

“Shut up!” We both respond quickly. 

He looks at me and I’m pretty sure he’s blushin but I can’t really look at his face cause I’m too embarrassed to do so.

Oh, right. I forgot to mention that I had a crush on my best friend, didn’t I? No, I wasn’t avoiding this topic. I thought it wasn’t important anymore. And it isn’t! I promise it isn’t. Alex is gone, and with him so are my feelings.

Yes, you can laugh all you want cause I was one of those basic idiots who fell in love with their best friend just cause he treats me like any decent human being should. Can you blame me, though? Compared to Hoyles and his team of dickheads, Alex was a fucking teddy bear. 

And the worst part? I’m pretty sure he liked me back. 

We never made a move.

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A loud scream makes me drop my broken skates and I run back to were Angelica and Josh are.

“What the fuck...” I whisper, clinging to the curtain.

“What the fuck is here with us?” Angelica is the first to ask what Josh and I were wondering as well.

“Ooh, a ghoulie witch,” Eli steps closer, lowering his voice, “once upon a time, she was a normal girl who liked hanging out at the mall. But now she’s got mad powers, and she will fuck your shit up. She is unkillable and she is hangry.”

“There is no such thing as witches.”

“Well, a few months ago there weren’t mutant squirrels or ghoulies either.” Adds Angelica.

“That’s right. And when the witch eats your intestines like spaghetti, you’ll think: I never should’ve dissed king Eli...” He walks backwards and leaves us here with fuck knows what.

“I swear every time he opens his mouth I feel like I’m having a stroke,” Now that I don’t have my skates on, I realize Josh’s taller than me. I barely reach the tip of his nose.

“Don’t worry, I’ll convince him to let you out.” Wesley says, “I’mma go full Gandhi on his ass. Hunger strike.”

“Easy there, we don’t want to traumatize him for life” I reply dryly.

Angelica and Josh step back from the curtain and I follow them. We sit on the bench and I look at my skates, cursing under my breath. Josh notices and gently nudges my side with his arm.

“Sorry about that. We can find a new pair somewhere around here if you want.”

“I hope so,” I kick them and they slide miserably on the floor, the wheels almost fully worn out, “I really liked them.”

“You used to skate a lot? Before the nuke,” He asks in curiosity.

“Not at all. I didn’t even know how to use them,” I laugh lightly, “my best friend used to, though. He promised he would teach me one day but... things didn’t go as planned.”

“Is he..?” He leaves the question open but I understand perfectly what he’s trying to say.

“Fuck, no,” I feel a shiver going down my spine just by thinking about it, “we wanted different things, that’s all. He had a plan and I had another. Alex wanted to leave town and travel around the country now that we’re free to do whatever we please. I just wanted to find my sister.”

“And where is she?”

“She turned into a ghoulie, so I... I took care of it.”

“Shit,” He whispers, passing a hand through his hair and looking a little pale, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Again, I’m not gonna talk about this stuff with someone I just met.

“Did I ever meet your friend?” Maybe Josh can tell I don’t want to keep going with the hard topics, and I appreciate his effort to respect that.

“Dunno,” I shrug, softly massaging my feet, “He’s Alex Murphy. Bit taller than me, cool guy...”

“Oh, him,” He nods, then adds, “I have no clue of who that is.”

I laugh louder this time, giving him a gentle push.

“Dumbass,” I shake my head, “anyway, after Alex and I went our separate ways I decided to learn on my own and I think I did pretty well, they’re quieter than cars and definitely easier to control than skateboards.”

“Oh, so you’re still not over that?” He raises a brow, a smirk growing on his face.

“Well, I’m not the one running over innocent people on the street.”

“It was an accident! I wasn’t watching where I was going. I was too busy trying not to get killed by the jocks”

“You sure? Cause so far all I’ve seen you do is nothing but the opposite. If I may give my humble opinion, it's not something very smart considering you’re alone.”

“I was doing well until today,” He sighs.

“I believe you, Wheeler,” I eye him up, “you're not like I'd pictured.”

“Really?” He smiles, “What did you imagine?”

“Kinda like those boys who pretend to be all grown up,” I reply, scrunching up my nose, “the ones that can’t be caught having fun or they’d lose their cool, like some sort of bitter old man in the body of a seventeen-year-old boy...”

“Okay, okay! I get it,” Josh laughs, raising his hands in defeat, “jeez, thanks for the compliments”

“I am complimenting you!” I exclaim, “I’m saying I was wrong and you’re not what I thought you were”

“You did think I was, though”

“Well, at least I had an opinion on you,” I scoff, “I’m sure you didn’t even think of that after we did our school project, I probably just stopped existing in your world or something...”

“Of course not,” It was his time to act offended, “every time I saw you on the hall after our project I made sure to wave at you, remember?”

“How kind of you”

“What can I say? I’m a real-life gentleman.”

I laugh again and pull my shoes out of my bag to put them on.

“Is that the reason why Sam Dean fell head over heels for you?”

The effect was immediate. Josh’s shoulders tense and his smile disappears, he clears his throat and looks anywhere but me.

“Uhm, I don’t really know if she...”

“It’s alright,” I add promptly, “sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad”

“I’m not sad,” He shakes his head, “it’s just that I keep thinking... maybe things could’ve been different if I had said something sooner, you know?”

Trust me, Josh. I know.

Taglist.

@letsbloodmagic 

[jaa1682-27]

Violent Delights

Summary: Kia comes across a mysterious woman and she and Mando finally find the Asset.

Chapter 4

I looked down at my comns link and saw the green light come on, indicating that Mando was trying to reach me again. The blaster fire had now stopped, and I felt a twinge of panic. I turned the comn back on, and Mando yelled, “Kia, come in! Come in, Kia!”

“I’m here. Are you okay?”

I heard more blaster fire, and then Mando grunted, “I’m fine. Have you been hurt?”

“No. I just…got caught up with something. Just tell me where you are and I’ll find you.”

“The IG unit and I are taking cover by the big building in the back of the clearing. More of them are coming out. We need backup!”

“I’ll be there soon, just, don’t die.”

I put my comns away and Nerva quickly said, “I’ve been trained in several fighting styles and all types of weaponry. I can be an asset to your team. If you release me, I can help you and your friend.”

I knew it was a risk, but she could be of help…and she had a message for my father. “First, he’s not my friend, he’s my boss. Second, if I release you, I’m trusting you not to bring harm to either of us. And, finally…you must tell me what the message is.”

“I can’t. It’s meant for only Karga.”

“Look, I’m trying to help you, but you have to tell me what the message is.”

Nerva countered, “How about I help you and your friend acquire the asset first and then we’ll talk?”

I gritted my teeth. “Fine.”

I used my blaster on the chains to free her and she sighed in relief and rubbed her red wrists and hands. She stood and I held my blaster up to her head. She held up her hands and I motioned for her to get in front of me.

“You know I could disarm you if I wanted to. I’m only doing this as a show of good faith,” she said as we began our trek outside.

“I know you could try to disarm me,” I replied.

“Don’t get cocky, young one; you don’t know what I’m capable of,” she said.

“Neither do you,” I shot back.

We were almost to the clearing, when she stopped and asked me, “Why are you so interested in this message? You must work for Karga; you are a bounty hunter, after all.”

“I’m not just a bounty hunter…I’m his daughter.”

Nerva’s eyes widened into saucers, and her mouth fell open. I looked around when blaster fire resumed in the clearing. Before Nerva opened her mouth, she quickly pulled me behind a pillar, a blaster shot narrowly missing where my foot used to be.

“Up there, on that rooftop,” she called out, nodding towards a roof on the building across from us. I spotted our attacker and shot him, causing him to fall off of the roof.

“Good shot, I’m impressed,” she replied with a slight smile.

“Thanks,” I said as I looked around for more mercenaries.

Damn, just how many were there?

“Well, if you’re Greef Karga’s daughter, then there is something that you should know.”

I turned to her and then she yelled, “Behind!” I turned to look behind the pillar and shot two mercenaries that were coming out of a building behind us, obviously heading for the clearing.

“And that would be?”

“The message is meant for your father…to give to you.”

“What!?!”

More mercenaries began to come out of the building and another one had climbed up on the roof. A mercenary ran out from the nearby alleyway and Nerva ran and tackled him to the ground. The scuffle caught the attention of the other mercs, but she used the one she was fighting with as a shield, blaster fire hitting his body like explosives.

Then, she grabbed his blaster and began shooting at them from behind the body. I decided to help her and shot the one of the roof as well as one that came up behind her from the alleyway. It took us less than 2 minutes to defeat the small patch of mercs and then she entered the building. There was an exchange of blaster fire and I emerged from the pillar, looking around on guard.

There was another exchange before a grunt and Nerva emerged from the building unharmed. When she saw me, she lowered her blaster.

“Now do you trust me?”

“The jury is still out on that,” I replied as she walked up to me.

The next moment happened so fast, that I barely had time to process it by the time it had ended. One of the mercs on the ground was not quite dead yet, and had his blaster pointed at me. Nerva yelled out, “Get down!” before shielding me from the blaster shot. She shot at his head, just as the blaster shot hit her abdomen. He was dead by the time she hit the ground.

I tried to catch her, but it was too late. As I held her, she winced and coughed up blood. There was so much blood, it was beginning to stain my clothes and hands. Then, she reached into her pocket and handed me something. It was a necklace with a pendant on it, and a symbol was carved into it; the symbol? The same one as was on Nerva’s armor.

I had little time to piece together everything as she was dying, there were too many mercs around, and I had to get back to Mando. “Wha…I…you…I need…” I sputtered out, as I held the dying woman in my arms.

The one who had just saved my life.

She coughed out, “Go. Go…back to your…friend. Stay…safe. Keep…this close. Remember: Josyoso Prime.”

“Josyoso Prime? What does that mean? I…can get you help…don’t-“ My heart ached as I wanted to get her some kind of help, but I knew there was nothing I could do.

“GO!” She managed to yell at me. I didn’t want to leave her to die here, but I nodded.

“It was an honor…to serve,” she mumbled low. I didn’t know what to make of that statement so I chose to ignore it for now.

I put the necklace in my pocket, and took the blaster she handed to me. I laid her gently on the ground and began to make my way towards the clearing, not looking back.

I ran up the alley, taking cover behind various barrels and crates scattered about until I found the clearing. I was a short distance away from where Mando and the IG unit were taking cover.

A merc next to me shifted and aimed his blaster in Mando’s direction, but a well aimed shot from my hiding spot stopped that in its tracks.

I moved to the dead merc’s hiding spot behind a few barrels, slightly closer to Mando and the IG. “Mando, I’m here!” I whispered harshly into the comns link.

I peeked over the barrels just as Mando stepped from behind a pillar. I waved slightly and Mando pointed his blaster towards the rooftop behind me. A dead merc instantly landed on the ground directly behind me.

Mando motioned for me to join him behind the pillar. I stood up, only for scattered blaster fire towards my direction to send me back down for cover.

“IG, cover me! Kia, I’ll cover you!” Mando called out. I peeked out and nodded at him.

When there was a slight pause, Mando yelled, “GO NOW!”

I crouched down and ran as fast as I could towards the pillar, the sounds and smell of blaster fire hovering above me like fireworks.

When I made it to the pillar, I cried out in pain when a shot grazed my leg. “Dammit!” I cried out.

“IG, she’s with me! She’s with me!” Mando yelled at the droid.

“Did he just fucking shoot at me?!” I cried out, half-angry and half-pained.

“I was not aware that you were the Mandalorian’s partner,” the IG explained.

“Just don’t shoot at me anymore, you fucking droid,” I spat.

I usually didn’t mind droids, but I was already thinking of ways of what parts of this IG unit that would be worth to reuse or sell…especially if he shot me again.

I quickly looked down to inspect my leg with a quick glance.

“Are you okay?” Mando asked in a gruff voice.

I only got grazed, and there was minor bleeding. It stung like hell, and would take a while to heal without the use of a med pack, but I would live.

“I’m fine,” I said as I turned around to take out some of the mercs.

Mando’s head tilted down, and I realized that he was now noticing my blood-stained clothes. “It’s not my blood,” I clarified.

Mando didn’t ask anymore questions and then there was quiet. The mercs started yelling at each other, some emerging from other buildings towards the front of the building and setting their positions.

“It appears we are trapped,” IG-11 spoke.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” I replied.

“I will initiate self-destruct sequencing.”

The IG-11 opened up its chest, and inside there was a bomb, now bleeding red. “Whoa, you’re what?” Mando asked, shocked.

“Manufacturers Protocol dictates I cannot be captured. I must self-destruct.”

“Do not self-destruct!” Mando and I ordered in unison.

“Think you can get us inside?” Mando asked me.

“Possibly, just don’t let me get killed,” I replied.

“IG, cover us!” Mando called out to the droid as we ran to the control panel. Mando stood next me as I opened the control panel and began tinkering with the wiring. Some of the blaster fire bounced off of the door and building around us, and one nearly grazed my left hand.

I groaned when I realized the problem: someone had cut the main cord that allowed the door to unlock from the outside. The only way to open the door was from the inside.

“It’s no use! We can only open it from the inside!”

A shot hit the control panel causing sparks to fly out and Mando yelled out, “Go! Go! Go! There’s too many!��

Mando, IG-11, and I resumed cover behind the pillar. “They’ve got us pinned!” Mando called out to us.

Then, one of the mercs appeared in the clearing…with a gun similar to turret guns that were used during the war. We were not just outnumbered, but now we were out-gunned.

“Um, guys, we got company!” I said to them.

“I will initiate self-destruct,” IG-11 responded.

“Do not self-destruct! We’re shooting our way out!” Mando ordered.

Mando and IG-11 stepped out from behind the clearing to fire, but then Mando said, “Okay.”

He and IG-11 returned to the pillar, with me in between them. “New plan!” Mando yelled out.

“Beginning self-destruct countdown.”

“No! Stop it!” Mando yelled at the droid. I would laugh at the two of them if we weren’t under attack right now.

“You two draw their fire. I’ll take it out!” Mando ordered.

“Acceptable,” IG-11 replied and the droid ran out into the clearing causing the turret gun to follow him instantly. The droid was quickly gunned down, slumped against a building.

I took a breath and nodded at Mando. I did a quick tumble roll and crouch- ran to take cover behind a broken down speeder. The blaster fire followed me instantly like a shadow and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stay behind the speeder for much longer.

The gunfire stopped when Mando shot out his grappling hook at the turret gun and shot the merc in the chest. Mando quickly took the opportunity to climb onto the gun and begin firing upon the rest of the convoy. Seeing Mando fire with the gun sent something through me, similar to when he held my hand the other day. I pushed it down and shook the thought away. Within a few minutes, the gunfire ceased and it was deathly quiet in the clearing.

I peeked out over the speeder and Mando walked over to me. He reached out his hand to help me to my feet. “Thank you,” I said to him.

“Are you okay?” Mando asked.

I gave him a questioning look. He had been asking that same question a lot today. Then again, he worked for my father and I was his employee so he kinda had to ask about my well-being. Plus, we were thisclose to possibly dying so, there was that.

“I’m fine, Mando. That was clever, what you…did back there,” I said to him.

His head tilted slightly and then he shrugged. Part of the job, I guess.

“Well done. I will disengage the self destruct initiative,” IG-11 spoke from its spot by the wall.

Mando walked over to IG-11, and helped the droid stand up. “You know, you’re not so bad. For a droid.”

“Agreed.”

“That blaster hit looks nasty. You okay?” Mando asked IG-11, looking up at him.

I walked over to them. The blaster hit was nasty, but just like a human body, if it didn’t hit anything important, it would be alright.

“Running a quick diagnostic…” It whirred around and replied, “…it has missed my central wiring harness.”

Just like I thought.

“Is that good?” Mando asked.

“Yes,” IG-11 and I replied in unison.

“Well, now we just need to get the door open,” Mando spoke aloud.

Mando and IG-11 looked at each other. “Any ideas?” Mando asked aloud.

I looked at the turret gun and tapped Mando on his shoulder. Both he and IG-11 turned towards it in unison.

Mando used the gun to shoot around the door, causing it open into a big hole. The three of us stepped inside, quickly greeted by a hidden mercenary off to the right. Mando shot him down before I could blink.

“Anyone else?” Mando asked.

“The tracking fob is still active. My sensors indicate that there is a life form present,” IG-11 informed us.

Mando took out the fob and we followed towards the back of the room. There, covered in a cloth and sitting atop some cartons, laid a large white egg-shaped object.

The fob beeped louder and faster, indicating that we had found the asset. Mando and I looked at each other, and I went to open it. Mando caught my hand and shook his head.

“We don’t know what’s in there.”

I nodded and moved behind him. Mando pushed a button at the bottom. Mando inched back a little, as it hissed before opening. Inside was… a baby. But not a human baby, a tiny green creature with large eyes, big doe eyes, a button nose, and three fingers on each hand.

“Wait, they said fifty years old,” Mando said, his voice laced with shock.

“Species age differently. Perhaps it could live many centuries,” IG-11 responded.

My heart melted when the creature cooed at us. Even though it was older than all of us, it was still a baby. And… he had been out here, all alone with beings far and wide trying to hunt him down and capture him.

Just like we were sent to do, I thought as my heart twisted. He was our bounty, but he’s a baby. A freaking baby!

Mando’s head tilted at the creature, and I wondered what he was thinking. Knowing him, this was just like the others, bring it in, complete the job, get paid, move onto the next one.

“Sadly we’ll never know,” IG-11 said, raising its arm. My hand instantly reached for my own blaster, but Mando surprised me by stopping IG-11.

“No. We’ll bring it in alive,” Mando said to the droid.

“The commission was quite specific. The asset was to be terminated.”

I looked at IG-11 in horror, and moved to pull out my blaster, but then there was a shot of blaster fire and IG-11 hit the ground with a thud.

I looked at Mando, but he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at the child. Then, Mando stuck out his index finger, and the child’s little hands tried to reach out for it.

I smiled at them, slightly touched by the gesture. “Glad to see that we’re on the same page…boss,” I said to Mando.

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Vine Prompt Drabble #1- Lipstick in my Valentino White Bag?

So 8 & 32 w/namjoonxreader please!💕 hope it isn't a confusing combo I just thought they'd go well together! Also make it fluff/comedy? Gracias! 💕

8. "I spilt lipstick in your Valentino bag."

32. "So no head?"

-This is my first drabble! Idk if I’m doing it right, but I hope that you enjoy nonetheless! 

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

WARNINGS: Swearing ig?

Your apartment is filled with the sound of off-key wailing, two voices failing to harmonise with each other, overpowering the song playing on the radio that you weren’t completely familiar with but still tried to sing, or yell along to.  Namjoon was ‘singing’ along too, in the bedroom while he got changed for the album wrap party at his company that he was dragging you along to.  You were in the bathroom, bouncing along to the beat of the song while trying to tie your hair out of your face before you do your makeup. 

You chuckle as you hear something drop on the floor in the bedroom, as your boyfriend’s singing came to a halt as he quietly muttered “Shit.” to himself.

After a few seconds, he resumes singing and his voice comes closer to you, as you see him come through the bathroom door.  You look at him through the mirror, he’s dressed more formally than usual, but it’s nothing too fancy- a button-down that probably cost him hundreds, and a pair of plain black trousers, which also probably cost him hundreds.

“You look nice,” You compliment him but he doesn’t seem to process it straight away as he takes in your own outfit, he just stares at you with wide eyes and his mouth slightly agape.

“You’re so beautiful,” He says slowly as he walks towards you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and burying his face in your neck, causing you to giggle.  He took a deep inhale, taking in the scent of your perfume before standing up straight again, looking at you in the mirror.  “Are you about to do your makeup?” He asked.

You nodded, a smile growing on your face from just looking at him.  You watched him rummage from your makeup bag, mostly taking out the shiny products like a toddler would.  You then proceeded to start putting on your makeup, applying primer to your skin, followed by foundation.

“What’s this?” He asks, holding up a pot of a compressed shiny powder.  He takes it nearer to the light out of curiosity and watched it shimmer.  You stop prodding your face with your sponge and looked at what he was holding.

“That,” You begun, taking the pot from him. “Is highlighter.  You put it on your cheeks to make them shiny and accentuate your cheekbones.” your explanation is followed by a quiet “oh.” from Namjoon.

“Can I put it on you?” He asks, his request, taking you by surprise.

“Sure,” You reply, though hesitantly. “Just let me put on some pow-”

He has however started to poke at your cheek with a shiny finger, smearing the powder across your face, rather harshly for your liking.  However, you let him carry on, to humour him.  His hand clumsily travels to your other cheek as he begins to apply the highlighter there, you look down to see a large dent in the compressed highlighter in the shape of Namjoon’s index finger, making you sigh as you remember how much it cost you.

“How does it look?” He asks excitedly as you look at yourself in the mirror.  Actually, he didn’t do badly, to your delight.

“That’s not bad!” You say, with a tad too much surprise evident in your voice, causing you to clear your throat.  You even out the material with your highlighter brush and carry on putting on your makeup.  Namjoon still going through your makeup.  “Can you find me a shade of lipstick to do with my outfit please, Joonie?” You ask him, and you hear him going through your makeup bag even louder than he has before.

“How about this one?” He holds up a liquid lipstick, it’s red, but not a bright red, it suits you nicely.

“Perfect,” You tell him, giving him a smile as you could hear him mentally cheering. “You can try putting it on me, but please wait this time, I need to finish everything else first.” You laugh.

While you’re finishing off your makeup,  Namjoon examines the lipstick, unscrewing the cap and taking out the applicator. He starts to mess around with it a little, and wanted to see what the colour looked like when it was applied, so he turns his wrist so that he can put lipstick on it...

The wrist he tries to put it on, however, is his left wrist- the wrist he’s holding the bottle in.

It takes him a while to realise, but the liquid is leaking out of the bottle and straight into your handbag- the bag you were going to bring with you.  As soon as he realises what he’s doing, his eyes grow wide in realisation and he straightens his wrist up to hold the lipstick upright.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” He curses.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him.

“I spilt lipstick in your Valentino bag.” He confesses with regret.

“You what?” You gasp, looking down on the bathroom counter, where your bag was situated. Inside, you can see your purse, keys, and other belongings are smothered in the red liquid.  You then turn your attention to the lipstick, and, to your disgust, it’s almost empty.  “You jackass! Do you know how much I paid for that lipstick?” 

Namjoon blinked.

“You’re not even mad about the bag?” He asked, confused by what you were angry about.

“I didn’t pay for the bag, you did, that’s your problem.” you argued in a blunt manner.

“Exactly! It was a present! Don’t you cherish the things I gift you?” He yells, his tone still light-hearted as a cheeky smirk stuck itself on his face.

“Did this bag mean anything to you?” You throw a question back at him, which was met with silence. “Exactly! You could afford to get me another one if you were bothered! I mean, not that you have to, I have plenty of other bags, but my own labour went into purchasing this lipstick, and I cherish it! Can you still not understand why I’m so mad about all of that money, that hard work, going to waste like that?!”

After your rant, Namjoon chuckles and pulls you into a gentle hug- which you knew wasn’t easy for him seeing that he’s twice your height- in an attempt to not get your makeup onto his clean, crisp shirt, as he mutters an apology into your hair. You reluctantly gave in and hugged him back, symbolising your forgiveness.  His clumsy ass makes it very difficult to stay angry at.

“Ugh,” He sighs. “You’re so cute when you’re angry.” He pecks your head, followed by your highlighted cheek, your nose, and tries to kiss your unpainted lips before you back away.

“No.” You state.  He gives you an inquisitive look, cocking his head to the side.

“Don’t think that you’re completely forgiven, I’m still mad.” You turn away from him to hide your smile as he lets out a hyperbolic groan.

“Really? What can I do to get you to forgive me, hm?” He asks you. “Buy you a new lipstick? Tell me the shade, brand, anything.” He rests his hands on your shoulders, smiling.

“Mm, no, I can buy myself another lipstick, but you’re not taking this seriously enough,” You nod towards his smile as you turn to look at him in the mirror. “So how about, no sex for a week?”

The rhetorical question wiped the stupid smile off his face. “So no head? For a week??” He asks.

“Yup.” Your lips pop on the ‘p’ sound tantalisingly.

He nods, “Deal.  I should pay for my awful crimes the hard way…” He sighed.

You both proceed to get ready in silence, as you sparingly apply your lipstick and style your hair, just as he does too.  If things are like this all night alone, then this week will be quite difficult.  Whether you too would follow through with that yourself would be in question, especially after seeing how good he looks tonight… You smirk to yourself as you mentally admit that you may have overreacted.

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Balloons - Fred X Reader -

A/n Sorry for my absence! This is for a contest. My only warning is cursing and that I may not have gotten all of my mistakes.

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Several groups gathered in the stone hallway, some were just mingling with one another, others comparing notes from the day's classes. Neither being the case for our group.

"Any sight of him yet?" Currently, Fred, George, and I were standing together outside of Snape's classroom. I quickly look around. "Nope. Do you think he'll know it was us?" My voice barely above a whisper I try to appear as innocent as possible. The two boys share a look of amusement.

"Who else would come to mind?" Fred slings his arm around my shoulder. "Yeah, pranks are our trademark." George mirrors his twin. "What do you think he's gonna do to us?" A small bit of adrenaline rushes through me, I'm still pretty new to the pranking scene, but I'm having the time of my life.

"Probably the usual," George states simply. "Just depends on how long this time."

"How long do you think it will be this time Georgie?" As he speaks Fred's eyebrows wiggle. I can tell they're trying to make me freak out, but I now genuinely want to know.

"Well, how long is it normally?"

"About two weeks." They unison actually started to put me on edge.

"How does this compare to some of your other pranks?" I know it's kind of unreasonable but I was actually starting to worry.

"Not at bad as some." Fred states. "But worse than others." George finishes. Their arms tighten around me slightly.

"Nothing to worry about though, (Y/N). You'll have us." "Fred, I know the both of you. You'll only try and scare me more," My eyes land on a black cloaked figure sweeping down the hall. "Snake on deck, boys." My voice drops to a whisper as we watch Snape make his way into his classroom.

Little did he know that we had filled to whole room with balloons up to the ceiling, but they aren't any normal balloons, they're full of paint. Snape opens the door to his classroom thus triggering a small set of fireworks. The sparks from the explosives pop the paint filled balloons coating the contents of the room in a thick layer of paint. Laughs echo off the stone walls as Snape comes out also covered from head to toe in a rainbow of paint. He makes direct eye contact with us. I feel the twins' arms leave my shoulder and a pair slide around my waist. My feet leave the ground, one of the twins was now carrying me over his shoulder. He starts to flee the scene of the crime "What are you doing?" A small yelp leaves my lips as I feel myself being let go of slightly, the twin is now holding me bridal style. Getting a better look at his face I see that Fred is the one carrying me. "Aren't we going to get in even more trouble for running away?" Panic lacing my voice, the two boys laugh. "Better than being hit." Again they respond in unison as we whip around a corner. Out of nowhere a door forms on a once-blank wall, before anyone else could follow us we made our way inside. Fred plops down on a cushy maroon couch, still holding me in his arms. The three of us sit and catch our breath, a few seconds later laughter echoes through the room. "Did you see the look on his face? Priceless! Can we do that again?" I somehow form words through my laughter, adrenaline pumping through my system. I lean my head back onto Fred's shoulder, laughter shaking both of our bodies. Soon the three of us were a laughing mess on the couch. Our laughter fades and a peace settles in the room, soon we're in a full-fledged conversation. Clock sounds, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven. Eleven strokes. "Guys were going to get in even more trouble if we're in the halls now. Should we stay here until morning?" Fred's arms were currently wrapped around my waist and his head on my shoulder, me in his lap and George's head was in my lap. A silence had hung in the air for a while. I got no response. "Fred? George?" I squirm a little to try and wake them up. "Boys? Boys." Nothing. "Boys!" I finally raise my voice, not much, but enough. The two stir, George rolled over onto his back and looks up at me. "What do you want woman?" "I don't know if you noticed but it's 11 p.m. and if we get caught in the halls we'll be in even more trouble." Fred finally lifts his head. "Well, who says we'll get caught?" He wriggles his eyebrows at me.

"They probably looking for us anyway, we're bound to run into someone if we leave." I lift my eyebrows in testament. "We should probably stay here until morning."

"We're all going to sleep on this one couch?" George still not in a fully awake state has clearly forgotten that we're in the room of requirement. "I'm about to be captain obvious here. George, we're in the Room of Requirement. The room of fucking requirement, if we require it, the room will give us what we require." I stare at him blankly a bit too tired to deal with his sleep induced stupidity. "Come on, get up Georgie." I lightly push him off my lap and unravel Fred's arms from around my waist. Standing up I walk to the middle of the room. I draw a blank. "Wait... do I just ask the room for beds? Or?" I hear Fred sigh in the background. "Sir, are you judging me?" I turn on my heels and cross my arms at him, a look of mock hurt sitting on my face. He simply saunters his way over to me a smirk on his face. Getting a bit too close for comfort I feel my face start to heat up. Out of the blue, he places his hands over my eyes.

"Fred? What are you doing? Why are you covering my eyes?" The only reply was a mischievous giggle.

"George? What is he doing?" The pitch in my voice raises slightly. "Fred, George. Answer me. What's going on?" Fred removes his hands from over my eyes. My eyes adjust to the light and I take in the room.

The couch was still there, this side of the room is the same. I turn slightly to my right, the twins, okay. More to the right, a fireplace. More to the right. "Oh, shit. When did that get here?" now there was a plush looking Texas King bed covered in maroon sheets with golden swirls embroidered into the duvet. I stop fighting the urge and full on sprint to the bed and catapult myself onto it. "Oh, Merlin! It's so comfy!" A satisfied sigh leaves me as I sink into the cushy goodness. Soon I feel two bodies fall next to me. I climb under the thick covers and wrap myself in them. Just as I start to embrace comfort my blanket is ripped away from me. "Hey! I was comfy. Why would you do that?"  I whine as I lazily grab at the sheets, sleep still trying to take over. Both twins slide under the covers, a pair of arms wrap around my waist. The powerful grip of sleep soon starts to take over. The arms around my waist pull me in tighter and the owner buries their face in my hair. A content sigh leaves the two of us as we both slip into sleep.

At some point in the night, I must have turned over. My heavy eyelids flutter open and are met with the faded white of one of the boys’ uniforms. I roll back over to my other side to see the room covered by a cast of shadow, the only light was a slim moonbeam. One window is visible from where I am. A tree branch dances in the wind; a starling perched on one of the branches is cuddling into its nest. My eyes continue to focus on the scene beyond the window. Soon sleep once again takes me in its grasp. The sun began to peek into the room. A warm wash encouraging me to open my eyes. Once again I’m met with the white shirt of one of the twins. Not wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of the embrace, I cuddle in closer and close my eyes once more. Almost as soon as I close my eyes I can hear the sound of the other twin shifting in the covers. The twin holding me also stirs slightly. “Fred, did you finally pluck up the courage?” A light whisper is heard behind me. A small chuckle leaves the older twin. I can feel strands of my hair running through fingers. “Not yet, I think I’ll ask her soon though.” The arms around me tighten me. The two boys continue to carry on a conversation. Eventually, my body becomes stiff from laying in the same position for so long. A squirm slightly and open my eyes once again.

“Mornin’ boys,” A weak greeting leaves my lips. “What time is it?” I rub my eyes and roll onto my back. The arms that were formally around me were now behind the head of the owner. George sat up, stretched, and made his way to the clock ticking away in the corner of the room. “8:30. How long are we going to stay in here?” The redhead paces over to the nearest window and began to watch the people below. We all knew that sooner or later we’d have to leave and that the longer we wait for, the more trouble we’ll be in. We bask in the silence and wait out a few more minutes. Mentally preparing myself, I pick myself up from the bed and walk over towards an ornate body length mirror sitting in the corner of the room. My hair was a mess, the neat pony I once wore was now a loose chunk of hair at the base of my neck. My mascara had left chunks and marks underneath my eyes and my clothes sit in disarray. Thankfully this is the Room of Requirement, sitting beside the beautiful mirror is a mahogany dresser, on the top of the wood is a hair brush. I take it and begin to fix my hair, my (h/c) locks finally going back into place. I smooth out my clothes and wipe away the previous day’s makeup leftovers. Turning on my heels I’m greeted with both twins now presentable and holding out a conversation. The two laugh and gesture together. I make my way over to the pair and link arms with them.

“You two ready? We might as well get our punishment now than let it add up to even more.” I look between Fred and George, my eyes staying on Fred for a few seconds too long. He seems to have noticed and flashes me a wide grin. Looking away, we start to walk towards the door. “Who do you think we’ll run into first?” Not quite to the door yet, George speaks up. “I bet two galleons on Snape. What about you, Fred, (Y/n)?” The younger boy digs in his pocket and pulls out two aged galleons. Fred pulls out two as well and gives his brother a challenging look. “I say, McGonagall. What about you, (Y/n)?” Knowing that the aged teacher probably knew the majority, if not all, of the school like the back of her hand I had to agree with Fred.

“McGonagall, she’s been teaching here for how long now? An eternity maybe. She could probably walk this building with her eyes shut. She could even be waiting for us.” Fred laughs and stops in front of the door, now unlinked. He looks back and forth between his brother and I. Once again our eyes lock for a second too long, but this time a glimmer of mischief flashes through his eyes. “I still say, Snape. That man probably waited out there for us all night. I raise my bet, four galleons.” I look back at Fred, grins quickly make their way onto our faces, we both look back at George. Fred walks closer to his brother, arms crossed. “Then how about you go first?” George walks past his brother and peeks his head through the door. “Coast is clear. Let’s go.” He creeps out through the doorway, Fred and I behind him. The three of us quickly try and make our way through the halls as inconspicuous as possible. We were on the brink of freedom as we see a swipe of green making its way down the corridor. Fred quickly pushes George back into the hallway, right in front of McGonagall. Fred grabs my hand and bolts towards the lake. Soon we’re blocked by trees, the two of us laughing and trying to catch our breath. “Do you think she saw where we went?” Giggling I peek out from between the tree and Fred. A streak of green can be seen in the hallway. a dot of ginger next to it. Fred pulls me back behind the tree, my body in between him and the tree. My giggles cease as we look back at each other. His face starts inching closer to mine, my eyes shut and our lips meet. So many old feelings resurface, I’d been waiting for this moment since 2nd year. My hands find their way to his shoulders and his to my waist, it continues like this for a minute or so. We broke apart for air, a smile spread across my face. “So, (Y/n), what do you say to a trip to Hogsmeade?” He wriggles his eyebrows slightly. I’m about to respond but I’m interrupted by the sound of a throat being cleared. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the signature emerald robes of McGonagall. Her eyebrows furrowed, arms crossed and lips pursed. “I don’t think that will be happening anytime soon. Three weeks detention, be at my office at 8 o’clock sharp.” With that, she sweeps her way across the courtyard. Fred and I turn to each other. I laugh, a snort making it’s way out, once again we start walking. “How about a trip to detention first?” I plant a quick kiss on his cheek and run off back my dorm. Just as I’m about to ascend the dormitory stairs Fred grabs my wrist. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but instead, he simply smiles and walks away. Butterflies fill my stomach as I continue my climb. I open the heavy wooden door, balloons float towards the new draft of air, one balloon sits tied down on my bed. Written on it is a simple yet endearing question: ‘Will you be my partner in crime?’

I cast an Avis charm and send the birds down to him with a note. Written in the note is the simply reply: ‘Always.'

[theusualspotcafe-blog]

Tales of a Desert Life

Game: Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy XV

Characters: Prompto, Ignis, Sora, Noctis, Roxas, Ventus, Vanitas, Gladiolus, Xion, Luna

Pairing: Promnis

Rating: Everyone

Author: The Usual Spot Cafe

Word Count: 1583 Words

Notes: Just a simple little story introducing more Al Bhed culture and the Carnival is coming to town! I know there isn’t really a set like time frame for this Au but bear with us here lol

Prompto gasped a sharp intake of breath and rushed over to the campus bulletin board, dragging his boyfriend behind by the hand making the normally graceful Ignis stumble. “Oh. My. Ramuh!”

“Good lord darling! What’s the buzz?”

Prompto reached out and reverently brushed his fingertips against a bright yellow flyer. “The Moogle Chocobo carnival is going to be in town! Next week! We have to go!”

Ignis smiled softly at him, “okay we will, but first we need to ace Professor Izunia’s exam tomorrow.”

Prompto groaned and hung his head, “do we have to?”

“Yes, we do. Now march mister, onward to our study group!”

Prompto groaned again as Ignis began pushing him towards the café where Ignis’s now mandatory large study sessions were held. Honestly the man was a better teacher than a lot of the professors here… not to mention a better slave driver. They made it to the café quickly, greeted by a heavenly scent of coffee and baked goods. Most people avoided the café on Wednesdays because of how large the groups study session was. Nearly everyone ate dinner together here and helped each other out. It was nice for Prompto and those from Destiny Islands especially since it reminded them of being back there and feeling that close familiar feel. Today the atmosphere was more relaxed since it was the beginning of a new semester. You could tell it was more relaxed because barely anyone had their books out and instead Ventus had a ukulele in his hands and was strumming on it quietly. Accompanying him was Vanitas on his black acoustic guitar, Sora with his wooden flute, and even Roxas on the Ocarina. Yes, Roxas was a total dweeb who learned the Ocarina, and yes, Namine could play a harp like no one’s business.

Most of everyone was watching them joke around and play music while the others were lazily sitting about, enjoying a false sense of calm. When Ignis and Prompto walked in they all looked up, Xion’s eyes grew wide.

“The jig is up! Iggy’s here! Grab your books!”

Ignis held up his hands in surrender. “Hold on! If you don’t need to study you don’t have to! However, don’t distract those who do need to study, looking at you Noctis.”

“Hey! I need to study! I swear I’m going to kill Izunia...”

Sora pulled the flute away from his lips, “aren’t you related to him Noct?”

Noctis narrowed his eyes, “what? No? What are a you, medieval jester? What’s with the questions!? And the flute!?”

Gladio chuckled as Noctis buried his face in his study guide, “ignore him Sor. Izunia is like his uncle twice removed or something, it’s weird I wouldn’t think about it too much. Though I am curious about the flute.”

Luna sighed happily, “I’m just curious as to how all of you can play so wonderfully.”

Ventus stopped strumming for a moment, looking up with serene blue eyes. “In Al Bhed culture, music is really important so our mother taught us a lot of instruments along with Al Bhed songs. That’s mostly what we play, Prompto usually sings when we play during our desert trips.”

His friends and Ignis looked up at Prompto shocked while his cousins snickered together evilly. “Dudes! Did you just throw me under the bus!?”

Instead of answering the four boys just went back to playing a jaunty desert song. Ignis turned to Prompto with a raised brow, “I didn’t know you could sing Prompto…”

Prompto just grumbled and threw his bag down on the floor, “it’s nothing special.”

“Perhaps you should show us?”

Prom glared at Luna across the table, “not now Lu. I don’t feel like singing and we’re not on a pilgrimage so I can’t sing some of the songs.”

“Why not?”

Prompto sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “it’s not something you can just sing whenever… a lot of them are like prayers for a safe journey and whatnot.”

“Safe journey?”

Vanitas stopped playing and scrutinized Prompto. “Have your really never told them what a pilgrimage is Prom? That’s like the most important thing our people do.”

Prompto groaned, “dudes I just have never told them okay? It’s a weird religion thing.”

“It’s not religious! It’s more of a… tribal thing.”

Noctis frowned, “if it’s not religious then what is it?”

Now Roxas put down his Ocarina, “it’s like… a birthing ritual. Like when we go through the pilgrimage we are cleansing ourselves of anything that isn’t from the desert and pure to be reborn as a member of the desert. Some people even will do it as a marriage proposal, kinda symbolizing that they accept your culture and wish to be a part of it.” He put the Ocarina back to his lips and began playing again, falling into note alongside Sora again.

Ignis hummed thoughtfully, “that’s rather interesting. I always forget your father is Al Bhed Prompto.”

“Adoptive father but yeah, he’s from Leha’s sister tribe so we would always pass each other on the pilgrimage.”

Luna leaned forward excitedly, “why aren’t the tribes together?”

“The tribes are separated because we swap villages for a day and leave presents for the original villagers. The southern tribe, my tribe, goes to the northern tribe, the Strife tribe, and vice versa.”

Sora stopped playing for a moment, “that’s the cleansing.”

“Going from one end to the other?”

Prompto coughed, “well geez guys it does take a week to get from one village to the next, it’s pretty cleansing if you ask me.”

Ventus chuckled, “we also pray at each oasis, each one representing an astral. You should see Prompto in his prayer clothes, it’s a sight to behold.”

Prompto squawked, “you four better not show them that! You better not!”

The two sets of twins looked at each other before smiling sweetly at him and speaking in unison. “We wouldn’t dream of it Prommy.”

Prompto muttered something at them in Al Bhed as Noctis shivered. “Still creeps me out when you guys do that.”

They just grinned at him before going back to their music. Prompto narrowed his eyes at the large group, but upon seeing that none of them were asking him anymore questions he finally settled down and pulled out the same study guide Noctis was holding.

Ignis leaned closer to him, “my Al Bhed is a bit rusty… did you just call them a rusty pile of dung?”

Prompto snorted, “what? No! I called them a dirty rip off of Aladdin. Where did you get rusty pile of dung?”

Ignis looked slightly mortified as he stared ahead, “I have no idea… perhaps next semester those are the classes I should sign up for.”

“That sounds like a good idea Igs, hey that means that I could be helping you then!”

Ignis smiled fondly, “indeed it does.” They fell into silence as Ignis began helping Prompto and Noctis prepare for their exam, pointing out questions they would get wrong now and then. The silence, minus the light desert/ islander style music coming from Strifes, lasted for awhile until it was broken by Kairi.

“Hey Sor? Is Dad bringing chocobos up for the carnival?”

Sora pulled his flute away, shaking his head, “not this year. While he was visiting us we had a new hatching so he can’t leave them.”

“Aw! Baby chocobos!”

Prompto frowned at the boys, “what!? How will I get to see Lea or Reggie or Chocobutt this year?”

Ventus shrugged, “visit the islands more often?”

Prompto stuck his tongue out at Ven, as Noctis rolled his eyes at the names. “Chocobutt?”

Ignis raised an eyebrow, “here I thought you would be more concerned about the bird named after your father.”

“Wait what?”

Vanitas looked up, his face an expression of confusion. “Dad’s old friend Reggie? He’s Noct’s dad?”

Gladio nodded, “yeah! That’s what my dad and Uncle Cor call him. I actually distantly remember a third bodyguard…”

Ventus snapped his fingers in realization. “Oh yeah! Dad worked as a guard for a big company after he lost his leg! It was the last year we spent in Insomnia… well mom dad and Cloud.”

“And your dad… named a chocobo after him?”

“He said his feathers and stern eyes reminded him of his old friend. I don’t know, dad’s kinda crazy.”

Sora smacked Ven on the arm lightly, “don’t say that Ven! He’s just… eccentric.”

“So, crazy?”

“Don’t be an ass!”

Prompto groaned, “if you guys are going to argue then leave cause I really gotta study for this exam.” He bent back over his papers, his eyebrow twitching.

The others fell silent until Sora mock whispered to the group, “we should all go to the carnival together next week.”

There was a chorus of excitement the swept over the group until Ignis cleared his throat.

“The carnival is next week and we will think about it then, but for the moment you all need to study, so hop to it. You four included.” He pointed to the musicians who groaned in response and put away their instruments, getting their books out instead. The group finally fell quiet, making Ignis smile in relief as he leaned over Prompto, helping him for a moment before being pulled over to help someone else. Ignis went on autopilot as he helped the large group, his mind drifting to dreaming about going to the carnival with his favorite guy and earning enough medallions to get the best seat for fireworks.

[spotlightsaga]

Kevin Cage of @spotlightsaga reviews... F is For Family (S02E04) Night Shift Airdate: May 30, 2017 @Netflix @GaumontTV Ratings: Privatized @BillBurr @mikepriceinla Score: 8.75/10 @FYeahBill @FIFFNetflix TVTime/FB/Twitter/IG/Tumblr/Path/Pin: @SpotlightSaga **********SPOILERS BELOW********** 'Is my house clean?' No seriously, I'm gonna look up and you take a look in. I need to know... Can't go trouncing about town, especially the notorious 'Cocaine Cowboy City' of Miami with powder around the edges of my nostrils. I wouldn't think anyone, in any decade of existence, would want an onlooker seeing them trading coke for anything right out in the open... Whether that's in a record store, yes they still exist & I'm sure they would love a visit, or a street corner... I'd suggest visiting the record store over the street corner. Just as walking, talking, 'Teenage Turmoil', 'Trepidation Tornado' (Yeah, I'm also a sucker for wordplay), Kevin Murphy (Justin Long) is looking to make it big in what he sees as almost a dream world of sorts as a bonafide rockstar, he spots his well connected, high rolling neighbor, who is very much a part of that dream world, bribing an aggressively apprehensive DJ to play a pop record with a picture of a 'Teen Heartthrob' holding an adorable puppy on the front... But hey this is where they are in their lives. Pretty sure I've been lower. Vic (Sam Rockwell), along with the rest of the cast, has so much more room to breathe now that the series has been extended from 6-Episodes to the nicely rounded off number of 10 entries for S2. However, this means that Vic can no longer simply be that hurricane of a character, representing the perfect storm of carefree 1970's hedonism and indulgence. Suddenly, there are consequences for his actions and we are peaking into a long, dark tunnel where Vic is on the verge of an 'existential crisis'. No, there are no immediate repercussions for any of Vic's self destructive behaviors quite yet anyway, but the forlorn fates are written all over his face. Right now he's much closer to what we would refer to the point of 'existential dread' than we would call a full blown 'existential crisis'. The writers are smart though, they're giving you a peak of his cards without letting you see his full hand and that will surely create a helluva payoff when it it's finally time to pay the piper. That's a stark difference from a character that was once a quick, in & out, 2-D slice of animated comic relief. When it comes to television, cinema, film, real life, whatever... 'Existential' and 'Crisis' are literally my two favorite words in the English language, not only because they are so beautiful when paired together, but more so the fact that it's one thing Im actually good at. I know that's a really weird thing to be proud of, excited to dive into, or even claim to be 'good at'... But with all the LSD & DMT I've consumed in my life, I believe I've had more self-induced existential crisis and egodeath(s) than most of the worlds population. It's not just hallucinogenics and weird dissociatives, or even a finely tuned education in psychology & sociology that have made me an expert and lover of all things 'existential', it's also real life experience in all things crisis... Inner, outer, dramatic, and otherwise... I've always been dramatic, I got it from my mother, and her adoptive Mother... They are whatever is slightly above the 'every southern woman' version of Bette Davis & Joan Crawford. Everything is a spectacle, darling. Anxiety attacks are full on broadway performances, complete with Tony Awards, a nice Southern 'Wink', and a long list of 'Thank You's at the end... Oh and trips to the mall that start out sweet & fruitful and end in sheer terror. My Step-Father is more like the American Cherokee version of a cross between Tim Allen & Jim Gaffigan, if that makes sense. He has a traditional, signature style of humor that is both clean & observational and masculine & sometimes surprisingly crass, mainly due to his dual nature and long hard road from the cesspool of a nasty rock bottom to the heights of being a pillar of his community. There was a time in my life where these attributes all made me angry, just like Kevin. At that rebellious teenage age, if someone says go, you stop and if they say stop, you go. If a parental figure or an adult influence that we look up to makes a mistake, as a young adult many times we hold them to it unfairly... As if they're supposed to be perfect because they are the adult. As kids, we want to meet them halfway with unrealistic expectations. Essentially that's because adults meet their children and particularly teenagers with unrealistic expectations, themselves. Can't expect a toddler not to touch a hot stove, can't expect a little kid not to pick their nose (or worse), can't expect a teenager not to do usual teenager stuff, and we can't expect our parents to always remember all of that in times of stress. Looking back now (and let's hope Kevin moves forward to this place soon), I know that I learned the most from watching my parents make mistakes and subsequently finding a way to fix it, by any means necessary. Kevin is already sick over his issues with his dad, so he's practically ready to give up when he sees Vic forking over line after line until DJ Howlin' Hank (Josh Adam Meyers) would say he loves any record Vic gave him to play (yes, that includes records with vinyl covers that feature kids holding puppies that look like they "fell out of Donnie Osmond's pussy"). When one reaches the epiphany that hard work, talent, and actually being cool isn't what gets them to top, a breakdown of some sort is to be expected. Personally I've had this specific epiphany more than once (complete with influential dramatic Hollywood Breakdown), so a nice soul searching, ego shattering session of smoking weed (or simply insert alternative mind expansion drug here) his friends refer to as 'Oregon Gold dipped in Columbia River Salmon Piss' out of a baby doll made into a pipe is just what Kevin needs to push him to a point where he's ready to face this new, harsher, cruel world to get their band's ultimate goal achieved... Being played on the radio, preferably by DJ Howlin' Hank... Because, you know, at least they are 100% sure what it takes to make 'Hank Howl' (thanks, Vic)! So off the clueless teenage trio goes to score some blow. This should be good. Kevin has currently written off his father, Frank (Bill Burr), for his inability to accept a certain kind of defeat... Or better yet, I should say... Face his humility for a greater good and 'bite the bullet' at the unemployment office. He sees his father's stubborn pride as a weakness, when really like any human attribute, it's technically both a positive and a negative. The fact that Frank is lying to Sue (Laura Dern) about it, makes it all 100x worse, though... Creating a mountain blocking any possible view to see the silver lining. Frank taking a humiliating, lower paid job, just to avoid a handout is silly and ultimately a bit insane, but at least Frank is trying to do something instead of curling up into a corner & folding. Still, the whole ironic arrangement is not lost on us. Don't think for a moment that we won't be on the lookout for bumper stickers being sold at 'Hot Topic or 'Urban Outfitters' that say "Ask me about my Loser Husband's shit job!" Frank's insecurities and paranoia are officially at an all time high. His new boss Smoky (Michael Kenneth Williams) shows Frank the restrictive ropes of the world of vending machines, its many perks, and how to "Shove it. Slam it. Twist the lock. Stick the key inside your sock." Why can't the key just be on the key ring? Simple. "Because the rhyme came first, system came later." Frank is killing it, but an accident with the lock on the back door (see how important those rhymes are), ends up with the bag of change they've been collecting falling out of the back of the truck and finding it's way all over the dirty urban street. Frank goes into survival mode, scouring the street like a hardworking crackhead to recover the change. As this is happening, Kevin is out looking to score $10 worth of coke in the same seedy downtown neighborhood. Last time I checked $10 won't get you a bag of coke, and I live in a city where cocaine is easier to get than the attention of a bartender, and cheaper to get than a simple single liquor cocktail. These three young clowns mistake a pimp for a drug dealer and one of the funniest scenes of the series commences when the 'white' they are all so ready to score turns out to be an obese, Caucasian, $10 prostitute that has difficulties keeping one of her titties inside of her blouse. As the trio scrambles to escape the low rent hooker who offers to 'fuck them all if they have a sandwich bag', they end up passing Frank digging for nickels on the side of the street. Ok, ok... This is obviously the worst possible scenario for Kevin, but his frustrations lead him to march into the radio station with his band's demo tape in hand, demanding to be heard. Fuck the system, right? Everything might be going to shit for the characters in the Netflix Original 'F is For Family', but when you are down on your luck and you don't even know why you're stuck in a meaningless, chaotic existence... Suddenly an existential crisis becomes your best friend. Frank's embarrassing dedication to picking up the change in the street leads him to secure the job of no one's dreams, Sue has a sudden idea for a product invention when going through the mundane process of drying out her lettuce while making dinner salads, and Kevin's frustration & desperation pay off after the boys tune in to hear Vic use a two syllable taste of their song to introduce the weather segment. To three young boys with a pipe dream that's like the equivalent of being featured on MTV's 'Total Request Live' in 1999. Recently I've watched a friend go through a horrible incident and face their mortality. Suddenly that person is trapped in an existential nightmare... 'What's any of this worth if it really doesn't lead to anything, if we are all biding our time on this earth until the Grim Reaper comes-a-knocking anyway?' And that's just the base of it. We've all got our existential and emotional baggage to deal with, but it's the unexpected moments when you're at your lowest point that suddenly remind us that even tho we might all just be going through the motions and repeating history over and over, sudden sparks of light can suddenly reignite your passion for life... Its as all as easy as that, or as difficult as that, whichever way you want to look at it. Like Frank said in the beginning of FIFF's 'Night Shift', "I woulda killed myself, but I don't want to haunt my own house." **********Written By: Kevin Cage********** Special Thx: TVTime, Bill Burr, Michael Price, Jerry Wilson, Kat Holiday, Chad Rigsby... Dedicated to: Denver G. Pratt http:://www.tvtime.com http://www.spotlightsaga.com http://www.facebook.com/SpotlightSaga http://www.facebook.com/groups/ArtsEntertainment

[michaelreaderreblog]

Almost the best of both worlds

AN: Well bumped into some major difficulties. Sometimes I dislike the interactive fics extension and sometimes I love it. I always forget to clear it all the time. ANYWAYS. @howmanywastedmoments I hope you will enjoy this fic you have requested and I hope I wrote it out the way you wanted it. I enjoyed writing this out and I hope you all will enjoy reading this.

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Its like any other day. Sam wakes early, soon after you rise as well and you look to Sam who nods his acknowledgement for the greeting of the morning. You look to Dean who is still a sleep on the pull out couch of the motel room, arm hangs off at the edge of the bed, lightly touching the floor and one leg uncovered from the blanket as his face is turned away from you.

“Are we going to wait for sleeping beauty to wake up and we head to the morgue?” You ask looking between Sam and the still sleeping Dean

“Go a head” Dean replies, voice groggy and muffled by his pillow

“Ok” Is all you say and head out the door as Sam follows behind

It was a quiet ride to get coffee, very little words exchanged between you and your brother. When you finally had some coffee is when it was time for the morgue.

“Agent Iero and this is my partner Agent Way. We are here about the dead vic” Sam says while introducing himself and couldnt believe you made the badges while using two of your favourite musicians instead of sticking to the usual.

“Right this way, Agents” The autopsy technician says as he leads you and Sam to the examining room

“Brace yourselves, this is pretty gruesome” He says while opening the compartment and slides out the table and unveiling the victim

You see he has scratches on his body and finally noticing a hole where his heart used to be along with a few contusions.

You look closely to examine the body while Sam looks at the report the technician has given him.

“I can only think of one thing that could do this” You tell him as you take the gloves off

Before Sam could even answer or say anything is when another body is brought in to be examined

“Got a couple more fresh ones for the both of you” He says as they bring in another one

You and Sam look to each other and couldnt believe fresh ones come rolling in. Sam’s cell phone goes off and he answers it.

“Its Dean” Sam mouths as he walks out of the room and you begin helping out with examining the body.

Sam comes back into the examining room to get you and head back to the motel to meet up with Dean.

As we approach the room is when Dean is standing outside, pacing back and forth.

“See the bodies?” Dean asks as soon as we get out of the car

“Yeah, after we looked at the first one. Another two came rolling in” You reply and handing Dean a coffee

“Thanks. We are dealing with pack of wolves” Dean says as we enter the room.

You sit at the table while Dean does the same. Sam gets his laptop to look for the possible locations of the pack. A few moments go by and you decided to head out and get supper. Dean stays behind while Sam does the same.

“Alright, I think I narrowed down the locations of the nest” Sam says to break the silence

“Wish Michael would have been here too” Dean says while looking to Sam

“Would be nice and easier. He needs to heal though. Im glad Cas stayed with him” Sam replies while writing down the locations on a piece of paper

You finally pull into the motels parking lot, you parked in front of the room, placed her in park and turned off the engine. You gather the food and head into the room.

“We eat then head out” You tell your brothers while Dean drools at the smell of food

The three of you enjoy a meal together before the big fight occurs, at the pit of Sam’s stomach is when he knew that something was going to happen and when he started to worry.

**

Back at the bunker Michael is getting the healing he needs from Castiel, his health is in extreme poor conditions. Ever since his break from the cage is when he kept quiet and didnt say anything to anyone. You gave him a journal that he could write down the things he couldnt tell anyone.

When he did is when he started to have nightmares about the cage and all things that occurred. Him and Lucifer fighting out of anger and frustration. He kept writing and eventually the dreams stopped. He thought it was from the healing Castiel helped him with but you knew it was from writing it all out.

You and Michael started to get really close while he has been at the bunker. Dean didnt like the idea of you getting close with him but there was something about Michael that changed his mind. He couldnt quite put his finger on it but he knew something is different about him and when he backed away.

“You heard from Sam or Dean?” Michael asks as he lays there

“Sam mentioned they are dealing with a pack of wolves. 3 bodies came into the morgue” He replies as he feels Michaels worries

“They will be alright, especially y/n. She is a good hunter” He adds and continues to heal him

“She is wonderful. Ever since breaking from the cage and some how found myself here. She has been helping me and when I couldnt talk she gave me this journal to write in and I did” Michael says while remembering all those moments ago.

“She is a delight” Castiel replies with a slight smile and felt a sudden wave of happiness from his eldest brother and Cas couldnt be more grateful at that.

**

When the three of you parked in front of the warehouse is when Sam told each of you to be careful and watch out for anything sketchy. Dean couldnt shake the feeling of something is going to happen, since Sam is being extra weary about everything.

All three of you enter the warehouse, you and Dean pair up and begin searching one part of the warehouse while Sam goes into another direction.

Sam hears muffling a few steps away from where he is and he quietly goes closer and closer. He sees four of them having their meal and talking amongst themselves.

You and Dean hear echoes throughout the warehouse. He follows them and you follow not far behind him as well. You hear foot steps coming from behind you is when you hear someone clearing their throats. Dean turns around as well.

“Y/N!” Dean yells.

You take out the machette and begin swinging as you turned quickly. You got the one but the other attacked you soon after. The two of you fought while Dean finally gets him. You look to your brother breathless

“Thanks” You wave the machette to your brother as he slightly smiles and nods

Both of you hear crashing and begin running to the direction of the noise.

Once you and Dean finally find Sam is when he is being attacked by four more wolves. You see Sam is bleeding and you begin charging after them. You fought left and right to get to Sam. Dean couldnt believe you took em out single handed.

“Holy crap. Selfish much” Dean says while looking to you.

To Dean you didnt look right just standing there and looking as if you didnt know what else to do. It looked as though you couldnt keep your balance.

You turned to Sam while blood begin to spill from your mouth. Sam rises quickly while Dean makes a run for you. Sam finally sees the wound where the one wolf got you and it was bad very bad. Blood spilled quickly and the more pressure he added was doing nothing.

“No no no no. Its ok, we got you ok. Dont say anything, we will get you out of here” Dean says while trying to take it easy on you while lifting you bridal style and out of the warehouse.

Once they got to the car is when Sam helped Dean place you in the back seat while Dean sits with you as well. You lay in the back seat while Sam gets into the drivers seat and drives for the nearest hospital. Dean tries to pray for Castiel but nothing.

“Dean” You say in a hushed tone

“No, just dont say anything. Save your strength” Dean says while looking to you

“SAM STEP ON IT!!!” Dean yells from the back seat, feeling as though time is going by extremely slow and Sam isnt driving fast enough

“IM GOING AS FAST AS I CAN DEAN” Sam yells right back feeling completely helpless. The nearest hospital is another forty minutes away.

“I love you and Sam. Take care of each other. Tell Michael I’ll see him soon” You say in a hushed tone

Sam pulls over, places the car in park and turns off the engine. He turns around to get a better look at you and he doesnt like what he sees.

“Im not going to make it guys, lost too much blood and I feel completely tired” You tell them as they both have tears in their eyes.

“One last time, lets star gaze” Sam says while he looks to Dean and he nods.

Sam gets out of the car and gets the blankets from the trunk and finally opens the passenger door. Dean gently pushes you out the door for Sam to carry you. Dean spreads out the blanket on the ground and another for you to lay your head on.

Dean lowers himself to the ground as well and nestles himself beside you. Sam does the same as well. The moment is quiet, sadness begins to lurk in the air around them.

“Dean can you promise me one thing?” You ask to break the silence

“Anything for you baby” He replies with a sad smile as a lone tear falls

You raise your arm and place your hand over his face as he leans into your touch. He whimpers a little and made you whimper as well

“Dont block out anyone especially Sam, I hate to see you so defeated. Please, promise me that at least” You tell him as he nods and another tear falls

“Sam, keep an eye on him for me. He is going to need you more then ever. Dont let him push you away. I love you. I love the both of you” You say while looking to stars and one last breath. You are gone

“NNNnnnnooooooo!!!!” Dean yells as he hold you closer to his body

“Not my baby, could have taken me instead of my baby sister” Dean repeats himself. Sam couldnt say anything because he feels the same way, should have been him instead of you.

They sit there in complete silence with your lifeless form, cold underneath Dean. Cold in Sams arms. Dean begins to notice its beginning to get light out is when he finally decides its time to give you the proper hunters funeral

Sam goes towards the lake and soaks a cloth so that he can wash your face. He didnt want you looking bloody nor did Dean. They took off the bloody shirt, Dean took his shirt off and placed it on you. He couldnt believe he was doing this to his baby sister. Of all people it had to be you.

“Alright, lets place her in the car” Dean says once he is done placing his shirt on you.

“We will wrap her when we get to a secluded area” Sam adds while helping Dean gently placing you into the car.

Dean gets into the drivers side as he starts her up. Sam gets into the passenger side and they drive off, the ride is quiet and sadness lurks into the car. Grief is a hard thing to deal with, especially when it involves with someone you love so dearly.

**

Castiel senses grief, his angel radio is going off and surprised Michael isnt affected by it. Until he pays close attention to what is going on in heaven. “Y/n Winchester has fallen” He is completely saddened by the loss but didnt know how to tell Michael.

“Whats wrong?” He asks looking to his brother and wondering what is going on. He couldnt sense what is happening.

“I am being summoned back to heaven. Hannah has something she needs to talk to me about” Castiel says while Michael nods.

He is alone with his thoughts once more and begins to write in his journal. Waiting for your return along with your brothers.

As soon as Castiel enters heaven is when he sees someone completely familiar and as soon the person turns is when he sees you. He is sad by the loss of his friend and for the brothers he has come to call family.

“Cas” You say while a sad smile appears on your face

“What happened?” He asks as his voice begins to shake

“Wolves got me” Is all you say and place your hand on his face, he leans into the touch.

“Keep an eye on my brothers ok and keep an eye on Michael too” You tell him and walk away from him. Another angel came to get you and lead you to your heaven.

Cas remains there standing alone and couldnt believe you are gone from the world but still linger in heaven. He didnt know how to tell Michael, he is afraid to tell him

“How is Michael?” Hannah asks walking towards him

“He doesnt know, he isnt quite healed and why he cant come to heaven or pick up on anything angelic” Castiel says looking away from Hannah

“Castiel, you have to tell him” She says while looking to him and finally he walks away and teleports himself back outside the men of lettesr bunker.

He hears the car pulling in. He sees Dean turn the car off and walks directly into the bunker. Sam is next but he stops next to Cas.

“We need”

“Sam, I already know. I was summoned to heaven and Michael doesnt know” Castiel says looking between him and Dean

Dean stops in his tracks from opening the door that lead inside the bunker

“He doesnt know? I thought he would have picked it up on angel radio” Dean replies while whipping his head quickly to Cas

“He isnt quite healed yet, he still cant pick up on it. That will still take time but Im doing all that I can” He says as he walks to the door of the bunker

“I’ll tell Michael” He says and enters the bunker.

Michael turns to the door in hopes he will see the love of his life walk down as well. When he doesnt see you is when he got worried

“Whats going on?” He asks as soon as they come into the war room

Dean and Sam couldnt make eye contact with him as they sit at the table.

“There is something that I need to tell you” Castiel says looking to his brother with a sad expression

Michael is confused

“During their hunt, a pack of wolves ambushed them in a warehouse” Castiel starts as he focuses on Michael

Michael is listening intently

“One of them got Y/n really badly. She bled out as they were going to the hospital and soon after she passed” Castiel finishes

Michael finally catches his breath.

He falls to his knees, kneeling on all fours.

He wails

Dean and Sam cover their ears as they allow him to mourn, the bunker goes haywire but they dont bother with it since Michael needs to.

In heaven all of the angels felt the mournful pain from their brother Michael, it quakes throughout heaven. All the other angels mourn as well, Hannah mourns the loss of her brothers beloved human and begins to understand the loss.

“Why didnt you help her?” Michael yells at Castiel as he rises to his feet and grabs him by the collar

He gives the first punch to Castiels face, and he goes flying backwards. Dean is about to get up from the chair but Michael raises his arm and freezes the both of them in their chairs.

“If I did then I wouldnt be of any help because I used my grace to heal you and if I healed her then it would have been too late” Castiel says as Michael helps him on his feet

Michael continues to take his anger out on his brother. Dean knew his anger and felt the loss. He knew that Michael loved you and he knew you loved Michael. Sam felt helpless to try and help his friend fight off Michael. All they could do is just watch.

When Michael finally sees how bloody Castiel is, he stops himself from killing him and he lets go of him. He lays on the floor beside Castiel as he continues to let go of his feelings, the sobs erupt from his chest, his eyes get puffy and red. Finally Dean and Sam are free. They rush to Castiels side while Sam helps him to the chair. Dean hesitates about going to Michaels side because of what he has done to his best friend.

Seeing him and how he broke down is when he went to his side. He kneels slowly, places his hand on his back as he begins to rub soothing circles. Then he remembered the last words you said to him about Michael.

“Before she passed, she told me to tell you. She will see you soon” Dean says in a hushed tone

Michael stops as he tries to teleport himself to heaven. Soon enough he has enough strength to do so.

“Where is she?” He asks as soon as he sees Hannah

“Michael. I’ll lead you to her” She says rather quickly and caught off guard by his appearance in heaven

“I thought you arent at full strength?” She asks before she opens the door to your heaven

“Im not. I just really wanted to see her” Is all he says and places his hand on the knob and turns it slowly

He looks to Hannah making sure he is allowed to do what he is about to do because no angel is suppose to interfere when it comes to a souls heaven. She nods for him to go a head.

“I’ll need you to come back though, get you properly healed” She says before he walks in. He nods in agreement

He enters your heaven and sees the many good memories you had growing up. Mainly about you and your brothers. It caught him off guard that he is one of the good memories.

“Y/n?” Michael finally speaks as his voice came out in a hushed tone but it was loud enough for you to hear.

You turn towards him, his very form is what brought a smile to your face and run towards him

“I told you I would see you again” You tell him as you leap into his arms

He doesnt let go of you just yet but you dont mind since you have missed him very much while being away.

“I thought I lost you forever” Michael says as he still has you in his arms

“Never” You simply reply and give him a kiss to the lips

After the kiss is when Michael felt something growing inside him, like as if he is regaining his strength.

“A kiss from a true loves bond can always heal a shattered soul or in this case. Grace” You say as you smile to Michael and he does the same as well.

“I want to do one thing and I hope you will allow me to do this” You say while looking into your angels eyes. He knew what you wanted to do.

You and Micchael are back in the bunker, sadness and grief is lurking the very air. You knew where it was coming from and the person you want to see is Dean.

Dean notices something different in his room, like as if everything is calm, happy and extremely graceful. Finally you appeared before him.

“Hi big brother” You say as you appear to him

“Y/n” He says as he tries not to sob

“I just wanted to tell you that I am fine and very happy. I dont want you to feel angry but grief is ok. I love you and I hope you keep your promise. Im always watching” You tell him as you kiss his forehead.

Dean felt as though a weight has been lifted from his shoulders and knew that you are ok and in great hands.

You went to Sams room and he is in bed looking through his phone at the many pictures he has taken over the years with you, Dean and him. Like Dean, Sam feels a different feeling in his room.

“Hi Sam” You say as you appear to him as well

“Y/n” Sam says as he looks to you with tears in his eyes

“Sam, dont be worried. I am perfectly fine and in good hands. Im at peace. I hope in time you will accept that and you will be too. Same with Dean. I love you. Remember keep an eye on Dean and take care of each other. Im always watching” You smile as you tell him and you reach to kiss his forehead.

Tears fall as you pull away from him, as you dissolve is when he started to feel a difference within himself and like Dean it was as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. The air felt lighter. Dean and Sam meet each other out in the hall. They knew what they were thinking and smiles begin to form.

You and Michael return to heaven. He feels happy he gets to be with the love of his life forever and he made promises to check on your brothers from time to time. He has become the messenger between heaven and earth. Michael couldnt be more happier to do so. It was as if you and your brothers are almost getting the best of both worlds.