#thorpe cloud

[wouldiweresteadfastasthouart]

Thorpe Cloud, The Peak District

[moonlightchild77]

[liminalbeam]

Jim Thorpe, PA

[crabsandbeer]

Stone Row on Race Street. Jim Thorpe, Pennsylvania. by Kevin B. Moore

[kulturado]

The Story: Oppenheimer and the resurgence of Blu-ray and DVDs: How to stop your films and music from disappearing

The Writer: Clare Thorp

(Oppenheimer movie still: Universal Pictures)

[brotherwtf]

John having a wet dream about Gale guys imagine the repression

now it's easy when it's in flight school, he's young and he's horny and his new roommate looks like a fucking Hollywood actress, but imagine when he's older, he's air exec at Thorpe Abbotts and he wakes up ON MISSION DAY with come drying in his pants and the memory of his best friends petal pink lips parted in a beautiful moan

the level of anxiety and worry John must feel on that particular day, but also so much fucking shame for having dreamt of Gale like that, he sits next to him in the briefing with his cap in his lap and biting his lip because Gale's chewing on that damn toothpick like he always does and he's pouting in concentration and Johns trying really, REALLY hard to focus on Stormy talking about the cloud cover rather than Gale's lips wrapped around his cock

Jesus Christ John just being absolutely insufferable during the whole four odd hour mission, definitely one of their shorter ones for sure, freaking the fuck out because he just dreamt of Gale in a demeaning fashion and also freaking the fuck out that his best friend might die before he can come to terms with it

all he can do is sit around or pace the tower trying to ward off visions of Gale's trim waist, his always perfectly styled hair coming undone from the sweat of sex, and when he sees the first fort come back into Thorpe Abbotts air space he really shouldn't be thinking about how tight Gale must be

it really doesn't help when John's vision of Gale's sex mussed hair almost becomes a reality when he sees Gale jump from the fort, his hair pointing in every direction and sticking to his forehead with sweat. He's panting from the adrenaline, but all John can see is Gale panting from John's touches and he keeps his eyes firmly forward as he drives Gale to interrogation, fielding Gale's concerns about how tense he looks

all the while Gale has the biggest question mark over his head when cocky and brash John Egan goes bashful when he claps his hand on John's thigh like he always did to him... maybe he's just not feeling well (JOHNS HAVING A HOMOSEXUAL EXPERIENCE)

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

You want my jacket?

John Egan X W.A.C! Reader

Summary: Y/n wants Bucky's jacket, but they have a little competition before...

Warning: Swearing/ sport inaccuracies (Wikipedia stats)/ use of Y/n/ flirting/ mention of erection/ kiss/ sexism (little bit)

Word count: 1.1k

The music was loud, Y/n and her friends made their way through the room, it was a party in their honor, and someone’s 25th mission. The W.A.C division Y/n was in just got transferred to Thorpe Abbotts. Y/n was a weather broadcaster, she was going to brief the men on the conditions they were going to fly. She liked her job, sure it was boring sometimes, but she got the insight on big mission and her job was important. She felt like she was truly having an impact on the war, not a big one, but still.

When John Egan learned that W.A.C were coming on the base, he was like every man on the base; excited. Unlike Buck, he didn’t have anyone to write to at home, he was single and loved woman! When his eyes stopped on Y/n, he knew that he needed to talk to her. Her uniform fitted her so good; her curves were highlighted, and he always loved woman with curves. So, when he walked up to her, he was a little nervous, but he tried to hide it.

‘’Hello ladies’’ he said, looking at all the woman, then he looked at the one he wanted. ‘’Hi, I’m Major John Egan, but please call me Bucky, what’s your name, gorgeous?’’ he flirted. Y/n blushed and hid a giggle. ‘’I’m Y/n, nice to meet you’’ she extends her hand for him to take. The other girls were a giggling mess. When Bucky took her hand, she felt something pass through them, maybe she was just nervous, but it felt weird. They went to sit at a table and Bucky ordered drinks. ‘’So, Y/n, what are you doing here?’’ he asked, looking at her. ‘’I’m the new weather broadcaster, so we’re going to see each other a lot’’ she flirted. Words of his reputation had got to Y/n’s ears, when the Colonel briefed them on the attitude of the men at the base, the woman were warned about Major Egan. Y/n was curious to see if his reputation was true. ‘’You’ll be Miss Sunshine?’’ he asked, with a grin on his face. ‘’Exactly, but with this English weather, I’ll be Miss Cloud, Rain and Fog’’ she joked. He laughed at her joke, he always thought English weather was shit. ‘’Maybe your presence will bring more sun over the base’’ he took a sip of his drink. Y/n tilted her head, before taking a sip of her drink.

‘’I highly doubt that, but hey I’ll probably die of cold, you on the other hand, you’re going to be okay with that beautiful jacket’’ she smiled. He looked at his jacket, then looked at her. ‘’You like my jacket?’’ he asked, with a crooked eyebrow. She nodded as she finished her drink. ‘’Yeah, they didn’t give us any jacket, they didn’t have the money for us’’ she chuckles. A wicked idea came to her mind, she was a fan of baseball, so was he… ‘’Okay, what about a quiz, on the subject of your choice, if I win, I get your jacket, if you win, what do you want if you win?’’ she says. ‘’I want a kiss’’ he grins. ‘’Then if you win, you’ll get your kiss. You in?’’ she asked. He nodded and called Curt, he was a fan of baseball and knew the Yankees. ‘’I’m on, and by the way, I hope your baseball knowledge is good, you know the Yankees, sunshine?’’ he teased. He was 100% sure he was going to win; nobody knew baseball as good as him, but that’s what he thought. Y/n was grinning like a devil, she was getting that jacket!

‘’Ok, last question since you’re both equal in points, Spud Chandler broke the record for what this season?’’ Curt asked. Y/n thought for a second and then took the apple, it was their buzzer. ‘’Y/n?’’ the room went silent; money was changing hands around the bar. Their little competition was the main entertainement right now, soldiers couldn’t believe that someone knew baseball better than Bucky. ‘’ Lowest earned run average in a season’’ she said, smiling. Curt pushed his tongue on his cheek before looking at other guys. ‘’That’s right, you officially win!’’ He exclaimed, making the woman and some guy’s cheer for her. Bucky’s jaw was on the floor, that woman knew baseball, was supporting the Yankees and she just beat him. Now he had to give her his jacket! Bucky looked at the woman, she was smiling proudly. He smiled as he shook his head. He went closer to her. ‘’Let’s get out of here, sunshine’’ he said, she nodded, and they went outside.

‘’How come you know that much about baseball?’’ he asked. They started to walk around the base. ‘’Weather girl wasn’t my original plan, I wanted to be a sport reporter, but because I’m a woman, it’s impossible, but I know a lot about sports’’ she explained. He thought he was dreaming; this woman was surreal. ‘’That was really impressive, even though you beat me, it was amazing’’ he said, he truly meant it, he was in awe before her. ‘’Thank you, but I think you owe me something’’ she grins. Bucky rolls his eyes before taking his precious jacket off. ‘’Take care of it’’ he said, before giving it to her. ‘’Can you help me put it on?’’ she asked. Her back was facing him, he helped her put the jacket on, smelling her perfume properly for the first time. She smelled good, too good, it was going to be stuck in his mind now. Seeing her in his jacket kina turned him on, he didn’t know why, but it was a problem. ‘’Thank you, Major’’ she smiled proudly. ‘’I wish I could say it's my pleasure, but that would be a lie’’ he said, laughing to hide his pain. Y/n giggled as they continued their walk.

‘’That’s me, I have to go to bed early. I’m waking up at 0500 tomorrow I have to do my job’’ she smiles. Bucky nods quickly, expecting her to walk to her building, but she stays in front of him. ‘’Since we were equal, it’s only fair that you get your part of the bet’’ she says. Before he could process what she meant she quickly kiss him on the lips. By the time he acknowledges what just happened, she’s already at the door. ‘’Good night, Bucky, thanks for the jacket’’ she says, his name sounding like a prayer on her lips. ‘’Good night sunshine’’ he said. She blew him a kiss before entering the building, with his jacket on her. Yep, his problem was definitely growing more…

[storiesfromafan]

Untitled (Part One) - Buck x Reader

A/N: here is the first part of my Buck story. I am unsure of what to call it yet. If anyone has any sugestions, dont hesitate to let me know.

I might not get part two up for a while, as I am waiting on MOTA DVD's to show up. I don't want to pay for Apple TV 😅 Also, forgive me for reader's rank, as I don't know anything Military but I tried to research it. Along with the camera. Please be kind lol. Oh, and any grammer/spelling mistakes 😅

Summary: being the only woman on ground crew could have been a challenge, if you hadn't shown the men you work with how serious you were. But now that you have, it's time for the 100th to arrive at Thrope Abbott's. And with it the reality of the War. Not to mention friendships and inevitabily romance.

Tag list: @psychocitylights

(If you want to be tagged, let me know)

Part One

The sky was a bright blue, like a clear ocean, white clouds scattered across like the foam gracing the shore. Hardly a breeze. Perfect weather for the arrival of the 100th to Thorpe Abbott base in East Anglia, England. It’s runway a buzz with the awaiting arrivals of the B-17's. Ground crew prepping all tents at each space where a B-17 would call home.

Your group had finished unloading the crates of bits and pieces, and equipment to the tent, a few men unpacking the crates, placing everything in a space. The other few men had either gone off to help another group or were hanging around, waiting for the first sight of a plane.

You were one of the ones waiting around, and an uncomfortable crate being your chair. Your legs were stretch out in front of you as you retied the scarf housing your hair. It was the best way to keep your hair out of your way. Paired with the oversized jumpsuit and boots, you looked completely unladylike. Your mother would be appalled. She always did dislike your fondness for tinkering with machines. And, to her horror, your father’s involvement in teaching you all he knew. Along with getting you into the Military, and working on planes, just like him.

You noticed a figure out the corner of your eye heading your way, upon turning your head you spotted Ken Lemmon – ground crew chief – headed your way. You smiled as he approached you, a smile forming on his face before he took a seat on the grass beside you.

“Should be any time now" he said turning his gaze to the sky.

You followed him, casting your eyes to the sky. “Can’t wait to see them" you said with warmth.

All preparations the last few weeks was leading to today. And with it the reality of the War with it. The coming storm, and all the horrors. Sleepless nights, paired with tiring and hard work. Mentally you believe yourself to be prepared, but you knew no one is every truly prepared. Your father had talked to you after you got your assignment for England. Advising you as best on what could be coming your way. He wanted you to understand it wouldn’t be a walk in the park. It would be exhausting, you would see many horrific and heartbreaking things. Along with the high expectations with your job.

Picking up the Kodak 35 RF camera from its spot on the grass by your side. This camera, your father gave you, was his pride and joy. Which made it hard for you to accept it. But he wanted you to have it, to have an outlet to channel when things got hard. You are going to see a lot over there, and it will take its toll on you. Taking photos will help you take time for yourself, you need to take time for yourself. You held it close, waiting for sight of the first B-17 to break through the clouds. Wanting to capture the moment. For yourself but also your father.

And like your prayer had been answered, there was movement and loud calls from men near the radio tower. Both you and Ken stood up, eyes to the sky. Then you saw it, the nose of a B-17 come forth from behind some clouds. Men were cheering in excitement. You moved quickly, bringing the camera up. Looking through the viewfinder you waited for the moment, and then pressed the button, capturing the plane in the heavens.

You continued to take snaps as the plane came in to land. Then as it rolled across the small tarmac. You even resorted to sitting on the grass to get a lower shot as it rolled by, in the background was another B-17 coming in to land. Ken had gone back and forth, watching the sky and you taking photos, asking did you get that? Or bet that one will be a beauty. You just smiled and laughed at how you both were like children on Christmas day.

Finally having taken enough photos, and not wanting to waste film, you placed the camera on the grass. Before resting back on your hands behind you on the grass, and just watching another B-17 come in to land. “I can’t wait to develop these photos. My dad is going to be over the moon with some of them" and you laughed happily.

A few more minutes past before Ken softly kicked your foot. “Come on. Time to assess the planes. Do doubt they’ve had to combat the weather on their trip".

You nodded before rising to your feet, grabbing your camera, before following behind him. It was time to get to some serious work. All the ground crew came over to Ken, and he delegated different groups to different B-17's. You were paired with four other men – Bobby, Patrick, Henry and Andy. They were alright, all the men you work with were now. When you first showed up it was only Ken who gave you a chance. You worked long and hard, and demonstrated your skills, before finally being accepted into the fold by them all. Now they were all like brothers too you.

Your group was assigned the B-17 Oh Baby. Making your way over to the plane as it came into rest. As soon as it stopped, and the hatch was open with the first of the crew out, the five of you moved to inspect the craft. Two men on either side inspecting the wings, while you moved to the end of the craft, and checking the belly and sides of the beautiful beast. Making your way along the metal, all the way to the nose, you couldn’t see any major damage to the plane.

About to check on the other men, it was the sound of an approaching Jeep that caught your attention. And its driver was none other then Major John Egan, or Bucky as everyone called him. He parked the vehicle before getting out with amused smile, as one of the B-17's crew helped a dog from the plane.

Who in their right mind would have a dog up in the air? You thought shaking your head.

“DeMarco!” Bucky called.

“Hey Major" the man with the dog called, as he walked toward Bucky.

“Where did you get that dog, Benny?” Bucky questioned in amusement.

Benny chuckled, “I won’t him at craps". He said it off handily, like it happened all the time.

The dark haired Major leant down and scratched the dogs head while saying, “you took this baby above ten thousand feet".

“He's got a mask. It cost me three bucks" Benny stated, before smiling brightly. “But boy, he loves to fly".

You noticed as the two talked, a third had exited the plane and headed towards them. You couldn’t make out much about the new man, other then his tall frame and blonde hair sticking out from his cap. But there was something about, an air to him that seemed to draw you in. He glanced to you, only briefly, before focusing back on Bucky and Benny.

“He wouldn’t stop howling" the new man said, voice like music to your ears.

“That’s because he’s part wolf" Benny said seriously, as if it was obvious.

Blonde removed his aviators as he spoke, “that wolf is part dog".

You chuckled at his words, moving to join Bobby and Patrick with the wing. Thinking it was best to get back to work.

Back with Bucky, Benny and blondie, they kept talking about the dog. “Got a name?” Questioned Bucky.

“Meatball" Benny replied with pride.

With as much pride, hands on his waist, Buck welcomed Meatball to the 100th. To the amusement of blonde. Benny took that as his cue for him and his dog to move on. Leaving the other two to greet the other. Warmly Bucky shook the man’s hand, smile set on his face. They exchanged pleasantries, as good friends do, before turning back to the plane behind them. And for the blonde, he watched the ground crew looking over it. He took in one in particular; you.

You were engaged in conversation with another man from the crew, you were smiling while pointing out something under the wing. The man nodded his head before laughing. It surprised him how at ease you were, and how accepted you were. For women usually held office or nurse jobs.

“Who’s that?” The blonde asked, gesturing his head to you.

Bucky removed his aviators and followed his friends gaze. A chuckle escaped his lips, which were smiling fondly. “That would be Corporal (Y/N) (L/N), Buck” the brunette offered. “She’s on ground crew, under Sgt Ken Lemmons. And a good friend".

Buck looked back to his friend with a quizzical expression. “Good friend, huh?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Surprisingly not like that. Not that I didn’t try the old charm, but she-"

“Shot you down" Buck deeply chuckled at the idea of his friend being rejected. As it doesn’t happen often.

“It happens Buck" the Major said with a sour tone. “But from it I gained a friend".

“Does she think that? That you’re friends?” He couldn’t help but tease.

Bucky glared. “I’ll prove it" he stated before turning towards you again. “Hey, (L/N)!” He called.

Hearing your last name, you looked up and around until you saw Bucky and the blonde looking at you. Bucky waved you over. You apologized to Bobby, before moving over to both men. Coming to stand before them, you placed your hands on your hips, a confused looked upon your face.

“Yes Major Egan?” You asked, a slight bored tone to your voice.

Said man smiled. “I told you, call me Bucky".

“ As I said, yes Major Egan”. This time it was all sass, and it made Buck laugh and Bucky softly glare.

“We’re friend’s (Y/N), just call me Bucky, alright?”

You rolled your eyes. “When did we become friends?”

Buck was enjoying this all too much. Most women were falling at Bucky's feet, while others were scorned after being with him. And here you were having none of him. Buck liked your moxi. No doubt he could see himself getting along just fine with you. Seeing his friend in a loosing battle, Buck stepped in to save the man.

“Major Gale Cleven" Buck inserted himself into the conversation, offering you his hand. “But most call me Buck".

For the first time you noticed the blonde, and took a good look at him now that you were so close. And boy was he gorgeous. The way his eyes pierced yours, and the smile upon his lips. You felt your breath catch in your throat.

Reluctantly you grasped Buck’s hand with yours, noticing the warmth coming from it. “Corporal (Y/N) (L/N)” you managed to get out after clearing your throat. “Nice to meet you Buck".

Bucky made an annoyed sound, hands firm on his hips. “What? You call him by Buck, but won’t call me Bucky!?”

You rolled your eyes to Buck, who smirked at your actions, before you let go of his hand and turned back to the brunette. “Sure. Because he seems like a decent guy. And you" – you shrugged – “are too much. Bucky is a bit of a pompous nickname".

“Oh? And Buck isn’t?” Questioned Bucky with a pout.

You smiled, knowing this was getting under the Major’s skin. “No, it’s an acceptable nickname".

Another, more loud, noise came from Bucky. Both you and Buck laughing at the man. He glared at you, though not entirely in a way of dislike, a touch playful. “Haha. Very funny. Now get back to work" he jested, pointing back to the plane. But then he laughed.

You smirked, mock saluting the Major before taking off without another word. Both men watching you walk away. Buck turned to his friend with a bright smile. “I like her".

Bucky rolled his eyes before putting his aviators back on. “Yeah, yeah".

With that, Bucky began to walk back to the Jeep. And changed the subject, telling his friend about the bike he got him. Buck – holding his bag – moved to the Jeep. They continued to exchange words before finally getting into the Jeep.

You hadn’t long been back with your group when you noticed the last B-17 in the sky. The men around you had heard one of the planes was uncounted for. So seeing it coming closer, there was excitement in the air. Unfortunately it was short lived when you noticed the lack of landing gears being deployed. And then the alarms went off, followed by people shouting crash landing.

That’s not good you told yourself. You and the four men working with you moved toward the runway. Eyes locked to the plane, all eyes locked to the B-17. An approaching Jeep caught your attention and it was Ken. He had told you and the men to get in, and you didn’t need to be asked twice. The fast, bumpy drive got you there after the plane had came down and sliding on its belly.

The crew of the crashed B-17 stood by vehicles that had arrived before you. All looked to the smoking craft. Some with confusion, other in sadness. Standing up in the passenger seat, you took in the sight. Grateful to see all crew accounted for.

“We will have to wait till any fires are put out before inspecting the damage" stated Ken.

You nodded, fully understanding safety first.

After given the all clear; Ken, you and a bunch of men from the crew went in. You all walked around, noting what was damaged and what would needed to be done. It looked worse then it was, and that’s what Ken told both Major’s when they came to the scene. While Ken’s men worked on getting transport to bring the plane back to the base.

Once hooked up and on its way back to base, you joined Ken in a Jeep, following the plane and its transport back. You relaxed in the passenger seat, enjoying the ride back. Ken talked about what would be tackled first on the B-17. And you agreed with him. Then you felt something being pushed into your hands, your camera. Ken said it wouldn’t be a bad idea to document this moment, a moment that could have been worse then it had been. The crew of men walking away while their craft not so lucky.

Ken slowed down a bit, allowing you to stand up without the likeliness of falling from the moving vehicle. Lifting your camera, you looked through the viewfinder. Shakily you looked to the plane and tow before you. And then pressed the button, capturing the first plane that would need extensive work to get her back into flying, fighting shape.

[germhammy]

“Post Hyde meeting pt 2”

Wednesday’s eyes rolled back she turned to face the person behind her

Wednesday: Goody

Goody: hello Wednesday. I am sorry to invade your mind like this.

Wednesday: you said you would give me time to choose whether or not I wish you to guide me.

Goody: I did. And I also said I would share what happened here unconditionally. I am truly sorry for the night terrors and torment my story caused you

Wednesday: it was horrible. And not in a good way. But I have a better understanding of things. And why my mother warned me of you

Goody: I have seen what you’ve done. Pilgrim World. The clearing and cleansing of the meeting house of present day nuisances. Thank you

Wednesday: you are welcome.

Goody: have you made any progress on your decision?

Wednesday: I have eliminated one. Too much like my mother’s sister Ophelia to my liking. Mixed with a dark twisted mind that makes me look like a beautiful rainbow. The other has been distant. Refusing to come when appropriate or convenient. I know that sometimes a lesson come at will but I have not seen her since that day she first reached out.

Goody: I see. I am still willing to stay in contact with you, Wednesday. Given the care you have taken to bring our history back to Jericho. Regardless of your decision, as long as it pertains to Jericho. We are willing to help you tonight

Wednesday: We? -seeing a group of spirts manifest behind her ancestor. She recognized Goody’s mother and the others who perished in the meeting house- Thank you

Grimhild: thank you, Wednesday for bringing my daughter back to me. And for returning Jericho to us

Wednesday: there is a long way to go for that. Centuries of praising Crackstone cannot be easily erased.

Grimhild: and some will never stop. But we have been tortured tormented spirits for so long.

Wednesday: hatred burns deep. Our families are a true testament to that.

Grimhild: indeed. But one must remember never to let the hatred consume you -looking at her daughter-

Outside of Wednesday’s mind in the real world

Xavier: hello? Earth to Wednesday? -waving his hand in front of Wednesday’s face- hello?

Granny Frump: Xavier! Stop at once! Leave my granddaughter alone! Interruption of a spiritual trance can be detrimental

Xavier: oh please. Cut the spiritual crap. Wednesday is just being dramatic like she always is! All you you are complicit in perpetuating her behavior

Granny Frump: how are you even Vincent Thorpe’s son? While Billie and I never did agree with his choice to go commercial with his psychic abilities? He does still maintain a bit of respect. You have shown very little

Xavier: oh please. -grabbing Wednesday and shaking her-

In the spirt world

Goody: we cannot do a lot to affect the real world. But we can provide a spiritual barrier. There is still much fear in our village. But we are healing. Thank you again for the cleansing ritual before they tore the meeting house down

Wednesday: Jericho must be allowed to thrive and heal. If I allow you to enter me? Could you use you—

Wednesday was ripped out of her trance by Xavier’s shaking. She was in a daze

Morticia took her daughter back.

Morticia: how dare you! -slapping Xavier across the face-

Wednesday was disoriented. Her eyes were still glazed over but Morticia could tell she was in an in between state. The best course of action was to try and bring her back

Morticia: Wednesday? My little rain cloud? Come back.

Granny Frump: Wenny.

Wednesday’s eyes rolled back to normal.

Wednesday: mother. Granny

Xavier: You slapped me!

Wednesday: I did no such thing! But if I did? You probably deserved it and I should have done it long ago but Enid would not have liked that

Xavier: so you obey Enid like a little puppy? I thought she was the dog. I thought you were a raven

Wednesday balled up her fist and punched Xavier in the face. Just off center of his nose enough to make him bleed but not break it

Morticia: WEDNESDAY!

Wednesday: I told you, Xavier. NEVER MOCK ME OR MY PAIN! I have had enough of you! Next time? I will not pull my punches!

[wayrad]

Find the word

i was tagged by @survivedthenight & @onyxsboxes thank you! i decided to mix n match, hehe

All excerpts from my WIP #the wrath of the lamb

my words: set, pink, quite, card

bright:

John hoots, yelling open-mouthed up at the night sky. The moon’s out, not a cloud in sight, washing John’s face in its pale blue. He shines out here. Catches Gale looking, smiles, and he shines even brighter. “Getting sappy on us, Buck?”

pink:

Gale nods quick, fingers pressing him back into the mattress. John lays back like that, spreading his knees, inviting Gale between them. Gale leans back on his hands and spreads his legs, cunt spreading all pink and shiny with slick. His thighs tremble, skin flushed. 

quite:

It isn’t long at all before Gale wakes back up, keening for it. It goes like that, for the rest of the day and most of the next; Gale’s time being split between sleeping, fucking, and little periods of consciousness when they’re able to talk like real human beings. John gets a chance to collect Gale in his arms and hold him the way he never quite could in Thorpe Abbotts. The barrack is falling apart and it’s dark and dirty but it’s theirs, all theirs.

card:

Gale watches his hands on his lap. Worries his cuticles under his nails until they itch and bleed. He thinks, at least he might see a familiar face. Maybe his copilot. Maybe Curt got out after all, and he’s waiting there with a deck of cards and a dimpled grin. Maybe it’ll even be okay. 

your words: blue, play, excite, kiss

no presh tagging: @alienoresimagines @london-cowboy @brotherwtf @soliloquy-dawn @c-goldthorn @blixabargelds

[chmpgneprblem]

SNOWFALL OF HEARTS ; CORIOLANUS SNOW

pairing: coriolanus snow x tribute!oc part: four summar: coriolanus is torn between his harsh pursuit of victory and the growing warmth in his heart for erykah, his tribute from district nine warnings: ooc coriolanus, slight angst that turns into fluff a/n: i've been so busy with school, so so sorry for not updating sooner!! previous parts: one, two, three word count: 1.8k join taglist!!

Debris flew around in the air as Erykah fell to the ground. Bombs continued to go off. Bright orange and yellow filled the air as one after another went off, getting closer and closer to her. She could barely see due to the dust. She felt around the ground, trying to bring herself to her feet. But the continuous bombs restrained her.

She panicked as she felt a hand on her back. She turned her head to see a distressed Coriolanus. He took her hand attempting to bring them to their feet.

They both finally got to their knees, a dark gray cloud of smoke blew past them making Erykah cough. She stood up, directing her attention to the roof of the arena. She gripped Coriolanus’ hand attempting to pull him out of the way. He didn’t seem to notice the gesture, too engrossed in the bombs.

One now went off by the middle of the ceiling, causing it to collapse in the middle. Erykah finally snapped him out of his daze, running with him out of the way of the wreckage. He didn’t run fast enough, a burning pillar fell across his back.

Erykah didn’t notice his absence, only stopping her running when she heard his faint voice yell out for her. She ran over to him and saw him writhing, attempting to free his body.

Gunshots and explosions rang out around the arena. Two peacekeepers were attempting to catch one of the other male tributes. More time to help Coriolanus. She groaned as she lifted the pillar off of his burning body, using all of her strength to free him. Her hands received cuts as she pulled harder. He rolled over, his body finally free.

“Thank you.” Coriolanus told her breathlessly, reaching out for her.

Erykah tried to respond, but a peacekeeper came up from behind her, pulling her body away from his. She thrashed around in his arms, eyes never leaving Coriolanus’.

And then he was gone in the dusty haze.

Coriolanus woke up in the hospital dazed. He blinked slowly, trying to wake himself. “Coryo,” His cousin, Tigris, whispered to him with a bittersweet smile. He was glad she was there, he needed company. “Erykah, is she okay? Is she safe?” He asked in a panicked, hoarse voice. 

“She’s okay, she’s alive Coryo.” Tigris reassured him, gripping his hand in hers. “And the rest of them?” He asked slightly worried about their well beings, but also hoping Erykah didn’t have much competition left. “Four tributes were killed, everyone’s terrified.” Tigris informed him in a hushed voice.

“Marcus got out. He’s the only one.” Sejanus, who Coriolanus hadn’t noticed was there, cut in. “Peacekeepers are hunting him in the streets… but at least he has a better chance out there than he would tomorrow.” He told Coriolanus somberly.

That couldn’t be right… “Tomorrow? They’re not still going on with the games are they?” He asked, distressed at the idea of Erykah in the arena. He remembered the last thing she said to him. “I don’t know if I’m going to make it”

“Erykah… she could’ve run. But she saved me.” He could never repay her for what she had done for him. No, he would. He would get her out of that arena and back to her family, back to her little sister, back to district nine.

The sound of cheers coming from the TV snapped him out of his anxious thoughts. Coriolanus heard the voice of Lucky Flickerman as he struggled to get out of the hospital bed, groaning slightly as he brought himself to his feet.

“Erykah Thorpe! Get out here you songbird!” Lucky yelled cheerfully and waved for her to get up on stage.

She held a light brown guitar in her hands, as her eyes scanned the crowd. “I wrote this song about a boy back in district nine, and I hope he hears it.”

3 a.m. and I'm still awake, I'll bet you're just fine. Fast asleep in your city that's better than mine…

She was an amazing singer. The song she sang accentuated her slight accent. Coriolanus’ eyes darted to the corner of the TV screen, she had already gotten fifty donations. Already doing better than some of the other tributes.

And the girl in your bed has a fine pedigree. And I'll bet your friends tell you she's better than me.

She gave an annoyed scoff and smirked at the camera while she continued to play. What had this guy done to her? Maybe it was nosy, but Coriolanus needed to know who he was. He wished he was able to talk some sense into whoever he may be, make him realize what he had lost.

Well, I tried to fit in with your upper-crust circles. Yeah, they let me sit in, back when we were in love.

This had confirmed his belief that Erykah was glaring at the mayor’s son during the reaping. He assumed that the song was about him as well. Coriolanus was brought back to the day of the reaping. Her giving the boy a sarcastic bow with a smirk on her face. Whatever he had done, the look of disgust Erykah had given him showed that he had wronged her.

But now that we're done and it's over. I bet you couldn't believe it when you realized I'm harder to forget than I was to leave. And I bet you think about me.

Despite the angry expression she wore on her face, her voice stayed steady. But Coriolanus could tell that she was trying her hardest to keep her composure. Her voice growled slightly, her grip on the guitar got tighter. 

I don't have to be your shrink to know that you'll never be happy. And I bet you think about me.

She finished the song, tilting her head with a sneer and looking directly into the camera. Cheers echoed in the background as Erykah stared at the camera, jaw clenched.

“Look at that! Record high for the evening. People in the Capitol are definitely watching, I sure hope that boy is too!” Lucky announced happily. As he spoke Erykah scanned the crowd with a smile.

Coriolanus felt guilty for not being there to watch her, though he wasn’t positive any of the other mentors showed up. He would see her before she went to the arena, he planned on it.

For the first time since she’d arrived at the Capitol, Erykah slept peacefully. She was awoken from that by the voice of someone familiar, Coriolanus. She rubbed her eyes as she heard his whispers, “Erykah. Erykah.”

She brought herself to her feet to run over to the gate. “Thank god, you’re alive.” Erykah whispered more to herself than to him. She observed him. His eyes were drowsy and dark, he had bandages across his entire chest, and despite his condition, he still came to see her.

Coriolanus took her hand through the bars before continuing to talk. “Those bombs, they’ve changed everything. There's a hole in the floors, it leads down to some tunnels. You can hide down there.” Erykah nodded, taking every word he said. 

“When the bell rings, ignore all the weapons in the middle, and you run as fast as you can for the tunnels.” He stressed to her, gripping her hand slightly to get the point across. “Find a place to hide and stay down there until it's safe to come out.”

“Thank you… for you taking care of me.” Erykah said to him teary-eyed. Something seemed to register in Coriolanus’ head as he heard her words. 

“I’m not done taking care of you. I can’t let you die. You saved me, Erykah.” He talked to her as if there were hearts in his eyes. 

Erykah teared up at his words, she wasn’t ready to die either, but she knew many of the other tributes were far stronger than her. She was weak, she couldn’t hunt them like they would her. She didn’t stand a chance against them. But the idea of Coriolanus protecting her, even if it was from outside the arena, gave her a bit of hope.

Tears fell down her cheeks. “I’m sorry. During the nights here I just… the thoughts of what’s happening back at home… it just-” Her words were barely audible as she talked in a quavering voice.

“It’s okay, Erykah.” Coriolanus whispered reassurances to her while he wiped her tears with a handkerchief. She looked up at him with sad eyes. 

“I’m going to get you out of there. I promise. Out of there and back home.” He spoke breathlessly as he reassured not only Erykah but himself as well.

Erykah couldn’t help but think to herself, I don’t want to go back to my normal life. Despite the terror of staying in the Capitol’s zoo, every day was brightened by being able to see Coriolanus. Going back to district nine would mean she wouldn’t see him anymore.

“What if I don’t want to, Corio? What if I said I don’t mind pushing through every day if it means being able to see you?” Erykah’s lip quivered as she confessed to him. Her gaze lowered to her feet, afraid of seeing the horrified look on Coriolanus’ face. But when she felt his shaky hand take hers, she looked up to see him teary-eyed.

“Erykah I don’t want to lose you.” He confessed sadly, before bringing his head to the gates to rest his forehead against hers. She followed after him looking into his eyes with a sad smile.

Coriolanus was so absorbed in the moment he had almost forgotten about what he brought her. “I have something I need to give you.” He said, sadly breaking the contact between the two. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a beautiful silver compact with a rose engraved in the center. 

“Corio thank you but… what’s this for?” She was grateful but couldn’t help but wonder what the motive behind it was. “What’s in there, don’t touch it. Don't even breathe it in because it’s deadly.” Coriolanus told her, surely. Erykah nodded, immediately understanding him.

“We’re going to win this together.” He said before giving her one last thing, an old ring which looked like a family heirloom. “If you ever lose hope, just remember me. I’ll be waiting for you till the end, Erykah.” He squeezed her hand that held the ring.

“Thank you Corio, for everything you’ve done for me. I don’t know how I could repay you.”

“Your survival is enough of an reward.”

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[psychic-refugee]

It was constantly overcast in the New England town of Jericho, Vermont. It was the perfect place for a family of vampires that sparkled in direct sunlight.

Everyone in town was used to being pale, and because of harsh winters they were covered from head to toe the majority of the year anyway.

The Addams family fit right in.

Wednesday was used to humans fearing her, even before she became a vampire. Despite over a century of attending high school, she never managed to figure out the secret to popularity.

That all changed when she met Xavier Thorpe. He was a friendly face amongst the distrustful.

It took a few meetings to figure out why Xavier was so pleasant to her.

He had absolutely no survival instinct.

Others seemed to get a sense she was a predator, with her dark onyx eyes and skin that sparkled in the sun the few times it broke the cloud cover but convinced themselves they were seeing things.

The Sheriff was convinced the slate of dead bodies popping up in Jericho had something to do with the new family, but he could never find proof.

Xavier always greeted her with a smile and invited her to events with his friends, Ajax and Enid. They could tell something was off about her, but they had never seen their friend as enamored, so they went along with it.

He never seemed to notice she never ate, or that her skin was ice cold when they were in a heated embrace.

He was comfortable enough to fall asleep in front of her, and all she could do was stare longingly at his neck and wished she could bite into it and drink deeply.

Soon enough, he stopped being a potential meal and she recognized him for what he was:

Her soulmate.

She promised herself she would turn him after he turned 18. It was easier to disappear as an adult and she would take him around the world as he adapted to immortality.

As he napped, so trusting and peaceful despite having a killer in his bed, she fondly looked at his long, graceful neck and looked forward to the day she could finally sink her teeth in.