#which is fucking terrifying but also so excited. I can't wait for my boy to finally get a chapter devoted to his problems

[six-improbable-things]

Oh, and of course I have to mention the funniest room on the ship:

A tiny room at the bow that is just for the party's (and thus ship's) cat, complete with a tiny hammock, pillows galore, and the fanciest bowls on the whole ship.

The Tide Breaker (detail)

aka, More ship map shenanigans... I think this one might be the best one yet.

Pic 1: The captain's quarters, located under the quarterdeck. (Decorated for Zara Fairweather, but will belong to Rook when we actually play on this ship.) Pic 2: The armory and infirmary, located at the aft of the ship on the middle deck. Pic 3: The main hold, located on the lowest deck. (are you proud of me?? I finally decorated a hold!!!)

[thefringespod]

Hello wanderers, its time for another late #AudioDramaSunday post! This week has been wildly busy but there was still time for @doyoucopypod to rip my heart out of my chest (on my birthday of all days, Delaney!!) We're getting closer to the end of season 2 and I have Many Concern

@woebegonepod continues to stress me out (positive). I'm so worried about all of the Mikes Walters but especially my boy MW what's going on with him Dylan what is happening please leave him alone he's a good not-cowboy

We're gonna drop in some older episodes because I didn't post last week so let's talk @grottopod because whooboy episode 12 really lived up to the title of Shattered I have. Concerns. About Emily. I'm sure she'll be fine (<- lying to myself)

Last week also had @audistorium's first foray into romance and it broke my heart into a million pieces Landon Lemon Whisnant has written another brilliant story and I'll be unwell about it forever I cried SO MUCH YALL

I am officially caught up on @thecellarletters and I'm. Gnawing on wood over it every aspect of this show is phenomenal but the way it's weaving mystery and horror is REALLY making my brain buzz right now it's so well crafted and Jamie is phenomenal

@ethicstownpod this week terrified me!! It was so well done!! Idk if yall know this from listening to the Fringes but AI freaks me out. And Ethics Town is REALLY digging into that fear of mine it's incredible I love Ethics Town so much

Today marked the launch of @allatseapod which is. Fucking fantastic already. Not only is Noah Bell an incredible writer and voice actor, they are also my friend and I love what they've done so far I can't wait to keep listening to this show congratulations Noah it's amazing!

Here on the Fringes, we've released the season 3 trailer! Our final journey to the Fringes begins on September 18th, I hope you'll join us

And over on @forgedbondspod postcards for indiegogo backers have been mailed! We're getting closer to the point where I can release that trailer/release date but for now know that I'm buzzing with excitement and love for my cast

If you want to get access to all things Fringes and Forged Bonds early (as well as supporting my fantastic casts and the creation of my next projects) you can check out our patreon at patreon.com/pinetreepods!

That's all for this week! Before we head off, I'd like to share some belated birthday wishes for my dear friends/cast members @totcoc0a and @taytayheyhey because gods know i couldn't do this without the two of them and I will take any excuse to mention that 💜

[hidden-poet]

Okay just read chapter 3 on Snow Lands on Top and HOLY SHIT LETS UNPACK THIS MASTERPIECE!!!!

Mabel is a BADASS, FREAKIN’ LOVE THIS GIRL 🩷🩷🩷

I just love love how throughout the story these two "lovebirds" keep going back and forth with each other 😂

Okay Mabel calling Grandma'am a crazy old bat had me DEAD on the floor 😂 and Coryo telling Mable he had every right to do what he wants to her… okay daddy okay... 🥵

Not him grabbing her wrist to make sure she sits next to him 😫🥵

MABLE STANDING UP to GRANDMA’AM with spelling out his name!!!!! This girl is truly fearless and loves testing this family and her captor 😂

Not her singing the Panem national anthem then adding her own Coryo twist to it… i love her pissing him off so much 😂 (also not me singing Lana Del Rey’s - National Anthem in my head after reading this 😂)

NOW the way he just joins her in the shower had me like… 😫 the way he just looks down at her body... him WASHING her hair roughly 😫 and tilting her head to wash it out 😫 while he presses her back against him 😫 GOOD GODDDDD HELP ME 🥵 He probably really enjoyed her getting shampoo in her eyes 😂 but then again, I mean... he did warn us... 👀 AND when he says “Are you worried I’ll touch you?” BOY YOU ALREADY DID!!!

HER STICKING HER TONGUE OUT TO HIM, HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THIS CUTIE PIE?! SHES SO FREAKIN' LOVEABLE 🥹🩷

And he's so fucking cocky I love it!!

Grandma’am ordering her to get her coat and put it on her then shooed her away 😂😂

This man really be keeping her locked up in a tower like Rapunzel?! I love a toxic man obsessed with power and control against his prisoner and treating her like his own little doll he can play with at any time and any way 😫

Dr. Gaul… the fact that she knows what's going on and calling her a 'pet' and how both her and Coryo want Mable under control like a submissive dog to him... SO DARK I LOVE IT 😈 And Mable meeting Dr. Gaul… DUN DUN DUN - I can't wait to see how that shit goes DOWN

Okay Mable sitting next to Grandma’am and sharing her chocolate almonds with her 🥹🥹 and not Coryo getting butthurt that she was nice to Grandma’am but bit him 😂 and her COMEBACK comment at that was just PERFECT 😂😂

I love how he locks her in with himself in the bedroom and is just training her... command me all day daddyyy 😈🥵 Her scribbling 'no' on the paper 😂 AND NOT THIS MAN HOLDING HER OFF FROM DINNER FOR NOT FINISHING IN TIME!!! Rude boy...

"The stronger party got to tell the weaker what to do." - YES 100% HE IS ABOVE ME AND I AM BELOW HIM AND HE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO 😫😫

Now the ending of this chapter...

Him getting so frustrated at her for still being her "old district self" and wanting her to be an educated Capitol girl so bad 😫

"He slaps her across the cheek, but she turns her head right back to him, ready for more." - DO IT AGAIN 😈

Okay so this man is getting kinky now with punishing her by slapping her ass 100 times 😂 the way he is LITERALLY teaching her a lesson on math... slap after slap after slap when she gets it wrong and making her start from the top until she gets it 100% right 😫🥵 SO FREAKIN' HOTTT 🥵🥵 kinky son of a bitch...

Okay but in all honesty the poor girl probably can't walk now 😂 her ass is PURPLE!!!

He is becoming more and more unhinged and violent with her to get her into submission to him and he is beyond TERRIFYING here because he would not stop until she got it right. He's way more scary in this than in Commander Snow 1000%

I love love how scary he is in this one, makes the story soooo fun and exciting, especially with Mable's sass mouth; which will lead her to more harsh punishments from Coryo 🥵

I always wonder if she's ever going to develop Stockholm syndrome... I definitely would 😂 oh wait... I already have 😂

I AM MISSING SO MUCH MORE HERE BUT I CANT FUNCTION PROPERLY RIGHT NOW AFTER READING THIS MASTERPIECE OF ART!!!

I CAN'T WAIT FOR CHAPTER 4!!!! I'M GOING FERAL FOR IT!!! THIS STORY IS SO FUCKIN' AMAZINGGG MY GOSHHH!!!

And can't wait for chapter 5 for Commander Snow 🩷

I LOVE comments like this so much ❤️❤️ ❤️

I could read them all day long.

Begging you to keep them coming so I know what’s a hit and what’s a miss.

[sweethome-thoughts]

How do you feel about the Season 2 trailer? Looks like there's going to be more suffering and pain for everyone who's still not dead 👍

Honestly they got me here, I made a shiton of theories about the season 2 but nothing prepared me to this 😭 I think it's interesting because there's like...so much more survivors and infected than in the Season 1, everything feels so HUGE, it feels like the characters are so small next to their universe, which is a complete 180° from Green Home where everything felt confined and small (if any of this makes sense ????) I'm def going to miss Green Home that's for sure 💔

I can't wait to see Eun-Yoo again too hope she shines in this season 🙏🙏

I'm also terrified for Hyun-Su because Netflix really went insane with the deshumanization with him 💀 I need my boy to be FREE for whatever the fuck he goes through... Overall I'm pretty curious and excited !! I don't really hyperfix on Sweet Home anymore but I'm still pretty happy about the show finally releasing, might do posts on this acc (?) or on my second SWH account once it airs to explain how I feel about it !

Feel free to ask me for stuff too lmaoo I love answering those 😭

[vinylandcoffeecollection]

do you have any tips or advice for writing full length fics? i have about 3 fics which i have completely planned and i know what i want to happen in them but i'm really struggling, it's like i can't execute the vision in my head and it annoys me because i'm proud of the ideas and i want them out in the world but it's not going </3

Anon I am sitting here laughing at the idea of ME doling out advice on writing full length fics! Me- who was terrified at the thought of this just a couple of years ago! I was literally going to @drinkurkombucha “yeah, I can’t do that….”!

So if you have THREE full length fics completely planned, that is AMAZING! That’s 2.5 more than I had when I started writing fic! Are you letting the little voices of doubt in your head stop you? Tell them to fuck off! You’re probably being very hard on yourself.

I think the first thing is being excited by the story you want to write, and it sounds like you have that x3. Then the only way to do it is to just start writing. I write everywhere on my phone - buses, parks, bars. I wrote a bit of Poses 2 in the queue waiting for my Covid vaccine! I wrote the first sex scene of Cellophane House on a train! Waiting for the perfect place and time to write usually means you don’t.

I always write chronologically start to finish, then I look forward to getting to bits of the plot I’ve really been super excited by. Other people have a really different process, and I find that really interesting. I don’t really work with other writers (but I can’t post anything without superstitiously getting @drinkurkombucha to read it and feed back first!) but maybe that would help you?

Sometimes posting to AO3 helps as well - knowing that people are out there waiting for you to update is good discipline and the feedback is really motivating. Then again, don’t let that be a pressure. You don’t need to post every week. Over Covid I could do that- I def can’t now! But that’s ok.

I think as well your confidence will grow the more you write. If you have a plan, you know you have a whole story. You could loosely divide that into chapters but know that your plan might change. I used to have to have 2-3 chapters banked that I hadn’t posted yet. By the end of “Lost Boys” I did not have that, which would have fucking TERRIFiED me before, but I think the more you write, the more you know you can and will finish the whole fic.

Also tho, it’s fic! There are no rules! That’s the beauty of it! You can totally indulge in yourself and at least one person, probably loads, will think it’s the greatest thing they’ve ever read!

Dm me if I can help any more and good luck ❤️

[kaygee-doodles]

I absolutely love your fic and your Reader, she's a riot! Hands down the best Reader/OC ever. Also love that you don't use Y/N and instead leave gaps, because my brain keeps reading Y/N as Yes/No or Why En and it's incredibly distracting and why I normally avoid reader self-inserts. So one question that's been haunting me: in chapter 14 Readz and Nurse Polekit talk about pregnancy by a monster as if it's a possibility, so I'm dying to know how the boys would react if she ever DID become pregnant

So many people have asked about this! The answers a little longer than usual, so they're all below the cut.

Killer: Very funny. Wait. Are you sure? Are you sure?? He's terrified. He's not parent material. He's not even Drunk Aunt material. He can't do this. Prepare for a rain of CHECKS, then a very miserable and overemotional week when he fucks off like a child and hides for five to ten days. Oh, he's not actually gone, he's hiding very close by to make sure the other boys take good care of you. Though, if one of them should say, slip in what Killer perceives to be their duty...well, he'll roll in and bring hellfire and brimstone with him. Yeah, he'll be fine in the end.

Horror: Really? Really really? He thought- well, it doesn't matter. He'll need to talk to Nightmare, see about paternity leave or, fuck, maybe he should just retire? Can he do that? Probably not. Oh, but you're eating for two now, so, he'll have to talk about expanding the supply runs anyway. He is so excited. He thinks...a lot of things. It's a little overwhelming. He's in no condition to be a father, and the environment is terrible, but oh! Baby-bones! His baby bones! From you! Expect over protection up to taping off hard edges with that baby-safe puff tape. He'll need a lot of emotional support, he's very worried he'll hurt the baby on accident, or worse, forget about something important, but physically, he's got this. You will be doted on, protected, and fed. Oh, just wait until he tells his brother.

Nightmare: He knew before you did, of course, but...are you sure about this? He doesn't actually know anything about children, or what kind of child he'd end up siring. Would it look like him now? Or him from...before. He has a lot of research to do, but he'll let you know about everything he finds, even if it's just "Apparently babies sleep most of the time. That's weird." He doesn't have any real parenting reference to go by, so he'll be very by the book until you can get him to loosen up. He's very apprehensive, which can manifest in being snappy and waspish. He'll also try to keep you in the castle as much as possible. God forbid Dream find out about this.

Error: If you try to tell him in person, he'll crash. And just keep on crashing. Maybe leave a note, or send him a "Multiverses Okayest Dad" shirt. He didn't actually know he could still, uh, do that. He's not entirely sure he wants a baby? He's pretty sure he'll do a bad job. In fact, he's weirdly convinced he might hurt the baby just by touching you. You guys are going to have to take it really slow. Be patient. He's terrified.

Dust: He's sorry. He didn't mean to, he really didn't, he won't blame you for whatever you're going to-...you...you're keeping them? You want to keep his baby bones? He'll legit cry. He loves you so much, and he is so sure this isn't going to end well but fuck it, he'll take what he can get. And apparently, he can get a family. You won't get a chance to tell anyone else, he's going to tell everyone.

[herstarburststories]

You Have A Home

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: After a call from Y/N, Sam comes back town to help -- and brings Dean with him.

Requests: N°1 heyhey, could you do a Sam x reader where they went to college togehter and later meet again and they realise their feelings for eachother...xx + N°2: can you do a college sam headcanon with medicine student reader

A/N: This was fun! The monster here is mentioned in season 6, when the boys ask Bobby for advice on how to kill it. This is my first Samgirl long imagine, with Dean being the flirty he is. I wrote this almost one year ago, so it's more crude and I'm nervous to be posting it! And my piece for @cajunquandary 's 600 challenge, my prompt was monster of the week. Dividers by @talesmaniac89!

Dean's eyes remained on the road when the bitter statement left his body, tangled with a wry chuckle, “I can't believe you are still in touch with those people.”

“Those people?” Sam arched elbows, slightly skeptical by his brother's tone, “They were my friends, Dean.”

“Sammy, all our friends? Dead. They all die. Or worse.” He glanced at him for a moment, pursing his lips together. It might not be an easy assignment, but was part of the job. Sammy had tried to run away plenty times and always came back, when would he understand? “We don't get to have friends. You should've learned that.”

“They are not our friends, they are my friends. Also, they don't know about the hunting life, they aren't in harm.” Sammy hissed once the other locked his green eyes on the road again. Dean sighed, moving one hand away and up from the steering wheel in a rendition gesture.

“Whatever you say, man. I'm just warning you, this doesn't usually end up good for them.”

Sam scoffed, Dean could get on his nerves sometimes, “We saved many people that got to have a good life.”

“Yeah, but those people didn't know us before that. I told you when you left Stanford--”

“I didn't keep contact, okay!? I just... I just still have a phone that they have the number of. No social media, no calls on birthdays.” Nervously gesticulating, he added, “I know how to keep them safe, Dean.”

“So, old friend?” The eldest Winchester asked after the few minutes of silence that followed Sam's outburst, “Female old friend?”

“Yes. (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Dean smirked, and Sam to rolled his eyes at his behavior, “Keep it in your pants.”

He'd let out a malicious laughter before turning on the radio, the first guitar sounds of AC/DC playing in the background.

“I think you'll be the one not keeping it, Sammy.”

“Hello?” The woman in nothing but a towel who had opened the door greeted them with a question, her brown eyes glaring at the two men with clear confusion.

Dean had no shame to check her out, innerly celebrating that she was still wet from her shower. Perhaps visiting Sam's friends wasn't that big mistake. “Hey, you.”

She grimaced at Dean for two seconds before turning her attention to Sam again, sudden recognition written on her face.

“Sam? Sam Winchester?” He nodded, smiling that light-hearted boyish grin at her. Not caring about her dressings, she just threw herself at Sammy, hugging him tightly. “I missed you!” She pulled away only to hit his shoulder. Her short stature didn't match Sam's, but he'd still make a grimace at her attempt of slap. “Why didn't you call? God, your hair grew a lot. Listen, I have some scissors.”

“Tried that, didn't work.” Dean interrupted their reencounter, trying to get in the conversation. An usual lopsided grin on his face, “Dean Winchester, Sam's brother.”

“Layla, Sam's friend.” She gave him a friendly smile in return, opening space for them to pass through the door before closing it, “Come in, I need to change in clothes.”

“I wouldn't even dream of that. Seriously.”

Layla would just wiggle one of her brows at Dean's comments, not impressed by it, “Ele é sempre assim? (Is he always like this?)”

Thankfully, Sam still remembered a bit of his friend's native language. He just chuckled, managing to apologize for Dean's typical Dean behavior, “Unfortunately. Sinto muito. (I'm sorry)”

“(Y/N) is in the kitchen. I'll be right back.” Her accent was thicking stronger duo the comfortability around Sam. Excusing herself, the caramel skinned girl leaded upstairs.

“What did she say?” Dean asked, side glancing at the path Layla had just gone on, not even sure of which language she'd just spoken, much less what was said. Sammy didn't bother replying, satisfied to grin at his obvxion brother. “Dude, come on!”

“Sam!” A well-known voice filled the room as the image of (Y/N) appeared in front of them, dressing your loyal cook's avental. You didn't think twice before jumping on Sam. “I missed you, giant!”

He, like always, caught you with a light-hearted laughter, “I missed you too, cupcake.” You two spent a few moments like this, enjoying each other's warm and long lost touch, until Dean cleared his throat. You finally went back to the ground, embarrassed by having a stranger to see that level of intimacy between you and Sam, “This is Dean, my--”

“Handsome brother. Hello, cupcake.” Dean was so going to tease Sam for the rest of his life for it.

“You really live up for Sam's description.” You giggled, heading towards the kitchen “Come in, I'm baking.”

“So, you and Layla still live together?”

“Most of the time, yes. You know how she is, comes and goes. Never wanted to stay in a place for too long and got a job that supported that.” The boys followed you, Dean examining the kitchen and trying to discover what you were cooking through the smell, while Sam couldn't take his eyes on you, “Apparently, just like you.”

Even though your back was facing them as you checked the food, the bite didn't pass unnoticed, “I had to leave, (Y/N)”

“I understand that, Sam. But you never called or texted. It was like I--” You quickly corrected yourself, “We never existed for you.”

“It's not like that.” Sam sighed, how could he justify? He knew you wouldn't buy a simple excuse. You were smart, and knew him too well to swallow a 'I went on a trip with my brother and just decided that college wasn't my deal' and leave it for that.

“I'm here!” Layla declared, arriving into the room with an excited smile, it was good to have the gang back together. Although, the tangible tension almost made her go back to the shower, “Am I interrupting something?”

“A sitcom DR.” Dean answered with sarcasm, spreading his figure on the chair when you turned around with an apple pie in your hands “What about we talk about the ca-- Is this pie?”

“We heard a scream followed by a loud roar and (Y/N) stayed near the camping part because there was still a signal and I went looking for who it was. When I got there, the thing ran away. Jorge's body... No human did that. His chest was cracked open irregularly, as if it was done by an animal and his heart looked weird. Like it was squeezed and drawn on up somehow?”

“We got a Samia.” Dean stated, relaxing on his spot. Some sault, rosemary and fire would do the job just fine, “Let me guess, it left a clawn near the body or inside it?”

Layla nodded, “Right in the chest or what lasted of it.”

“Are you okay? Finding the body in that state.” A comprehensive manner englobed Sam's question, whom noticed the normality with his friend described finding a shattered body.

“Just some guts.” She shrugged, a grimace was all the reaction they'd get. Crying wouldn't help, neither being terrorized as they expected her too. “I've seen Grey's Anatomy enough not to care about it.”

“Well, I'm literally a medicine student and I am still not okay with that. Especially after you made me go and check the body.” You argued, glaring at your best friend who'd only roll her eyes in response.

“I needed a professional to say if he was dead or not!”

“You need a therapist.”

Dean got up, looking straight at Layla. Time to play the hero in shining armor, “Don't worry with that, we will take care of it.”

Frowning, you were the one to respond, “Do you work for the police now or?”

“Are implying that we investigate it by ourselves?” Your best friend added.

Dean couldn't believe his brother. How the fuck did he let them get inside without saying they didn't know about the hunting business? It was a luck shot that they didn't think much when he said Samia.

“Nope. Not you two. We will do it.” The blonde one said, pointing at them with a smirk.

“I agree, we will do it.” Layla replied, matching his taunt smile.

“Sam, I'm not letting you and your brother do it by yourself. Jorge was my professor, I knew him. Besides, we found the body.” You got on your feet and crossed your arms, waiting for a response. Sam always had a sort of hero complex, ready to help no matter what, but there was no way you'd be letting him go into danger with his brother. Getting in your dormitory to kill a cockroach back then or facing an idiot during a bar fight to protect one of your friends was something, but this? They were talking about looking for an assassin. What if something happened to him? You were the one who called. All on you. The thought of Sam getting hurt for any reason was unbearable, but because of you? You weren't willing to do that.

“You would be in danger, (Y/N). You both.” He tried to explain, internally hoping you'd accept his reasoning and let it go. Sam didn't want you to become one of the friends who knew about this life, you deserve more. He already lost one woman he loved in this city, he couldn't lose another.

You huffed in frustration, “Just like you will!” 

“It's different.” As he was terrified of, you insisted. Arms crossed still and eyes locked with his, determined to get something from him. Sam was smart enough to know that you would keep it going. Perhaps he could give you a short explanation, “Me and my brother, we are used to this. We hunt things like that.”

Layla tilted her head to the side. The way Sam talked remembered her of animal hunting, although she highly doubted that was the case, “Little more explanation?'”

“Monsters are real. Vampires, werewolves, spirits. The list goes on. Call us crazy. Roll the credits.” Sarcasm saltered every word of Dean's as he gestured up and down with a cocky smile. Everyone glared at him, a special furious look from his brother, “What? I thought they knew what we did and that's why she called.”

“Sam?” Your voice was fragile when you said his name, a demonstration that you would believe him through the fear of the truth, but that he had to say it.

Sam laid his hazel eyes on you. God, how he wished he didn't have to confirm anything, to break your vision of world so abruptly, “Dean is right. Supernatural things are real. I know it sounds--”

“Unbelievable? Problematic? Scary?”

“Yeah, all of them.” Sam offered you a humorless smile, then holding your hand the way he used to when you were nervous about an exam, “But I wouldn't lie to you, cupcake.”

The silence was broken by Layla opening a bottle of Whiskey, pouring them for the three people in the room besides herself. You rolled your eyes at your best friend, while Sam wore a tiny smile and Dean was astonished.

Noticing the eyes glued, the latina just shrugged “What? If you are gonna tell me that Dracula is real and you are a sort of Buffy's apprentice, then we will need some alcohol.”

“Why did you call?” Sammy asked, his brows knotted together, mouth slight open as he waited for your response. “You didn't know what I did. And he wasn't my professor at Stanford. Then why did you call, (Y/N)?”

You could make up a hundred excuses. Lie and say he was the one friend besides Layla that you had somehow a way to get to. Appeal to the excuse of 'I felt something weird about the death and you said I should call if I ever had a problem of any kind'. But for as much as you felt horrible for using a death as a pretext for calling him, that was partially the truth. You already had put yourself into a mess of monsters and a drained heart, it couldn't be scarier than being honest to Sam and to yourself.

At least, you hoped so. But your heart was rushing like when you saw Jorge's body. Jesus, when did love become so morbid?

You took a deep breath, oxygen barely achieving your lungs, and then started to talk.

“I wanted to call you the minute that you left, Sam. I almost did a million times.” You answered, looking down at the bottle of a sort of plant that he was putting in a dark green bag. “I thought about what you could be doing, what was so important that you couldn't send me a message. But you just didn't want to call, I guess.”

“I wanted to call, of course I did.” You scoffed at his statement, looking up to match his eyes, “(Y/N), I'm serious.”

“You didn't even come to Jess' funeral, Sam. Layla said that maybe you needed to leave to clear your mind, that was too much to deal with. But I was so worried, and sad and confused and I wanted to talk to you because you would understand, you always did. About anything. And I wanted to give you some sort of comfort, but--” You lifted your hands and shrugged your shoulder, a broken chuckle leaving your body. “But you weren't here.”

“You stopped leaving messages after two weeks. Calling was gone when it made a moth.” You sniffed. Sam's lips curved into a pure, cautelous grin. God, he was always so sweet. “The emails took two months.”

“You were never good with dates. I gave you a calendar in your freshman week.” Your teeth met your lower lip. He didn't answer, only nodding at your affirmation, omitting the fact that he still had the calendar between latin books and pieces of newspapers, “Yet, you remember all of it.”

Sam leaned forward, holding your hand with all the delicacy you would expect from a sculptor. It had been too long since he hugged you, and his touch made all your skin tickle with warmth. “I missed you too, (Y/N). I thought about you all those years.”

“So, Cupcake?”

"Let's focus on the case, Dean."

“Then you can go back and eat your cupcake?” He remarked with a grin. His brother just huffed, pointing the flashlight through the trees, “So, Layla…”

Sam rolled his eyes, like he usually did when Dean started being too Dean for his liking, “Dean. The case.”

Before he could make another teaseful comment, a roar invaded their audition. The hunters gave each other a quick glance before heading towards the direction of the noise.

Shaking the salt and rosemary mixture in his hands, Dean smirked, “That's it. Time to shine, cupcake.”

“I have to admit. Being patched up by a doctor is better than by Dean.”

A surprised, half relieved laughter came out your body as you finished another stitch on Sam's arm. That boy was unbelievable; openly talking and making jokes about his brother, who was also being patched up by your best friend in company of a bottle of whiskey, while he spoke about Layla's name being a rock song. You were working on a large wound on his shoulder-- which you were sure that was full of dirt from the forest.

Medicine student, but I'll take that complement.” You winked at him, gaining a soft grin from Sammy, “I was expecting more blo-- Why are you smiling? I'm touching a recent wound. It doesn't look dangerous, but I'm sure it is supposed to hurt. A lot.”

Sam's answer came out easily, the bare, vulnerable truth: “I'm happy you are here.”

You looked at him, his hair longer than before, but the soft simper remained on his face. You bit your lip to hold a giggle; her heart dared to hope. What he expected when he said things like this? A quiet contentment spread through his expression while he watched your reaction.

“You should have come home sooner.” 

His mouth formed a line, “I don't have a home, (Y/N). It's just Dean, me and the road now.”

“No, Sam.” Shaking your head lightly, you intertwined your fingers with his. His life was dangerous, you couldn't afford the luxury of waiting even more to share what you had finally admitted to yourself in the moment he walked through the door. It didn't seem like the easiest, simpler situation. But the only hard thing you couldn’t go through was to be away from Sam Winchester. He lingered on you for years, you were done letting him run away. It was time to hold his hand and walk together. “You should've come home sooner. To me.”

Comment & reblog. Feedback is magic! Check my masterlist ♡ Tags in reblog!

[cottoncandyjester]

Yandere boys as dads

I've got a dozen of asks wanting a pregnant y/n or the boys being dads sooo let's do this thing

This story contains: wholesome dad stuff, talk of breeding kink and breastmilk kink *cough* salem *cough*

Theodore

When you told him you were pregnant he actually started crying

"you're..we're..sweetheart that's amazing!"

He's been dreaming of being a husband and father since he was a child

Makes sure to take care of you during your pregnancy he's at your beck and call

He is very nervous about doing anything intimate with you so you are on a strict no sex ban for nine months

Even when he cuddles you he gets super scared

When you finally have the baby he's absolutely freaking out

He prepared for this though so he is not too badly scared

Definitely the type to talk to the child like it's a grown adult

Has huge dreams for his baby like yale or law school

Of course he will be a supportive parent no matter what

Definitely not used to having to be silly so it's a bit of a challenge

"um, theo what are you doing?"

"reading edgar allan poe"

You stared at your husband who was currently reading such a thing to your six month old baby.

"sweetie there are baby books.."

Theo closed the book before locking eyes with you having a serious gaze on his face.

"I refuse to read my child a book that uses the word awesomest its either more awesome or awesome."

"theo that was on-"

Theo simply cracked the thick book back open with a slight pout on his face.

"I refuse [y/n] I absolutely refuse"

You felt the urge to choke your man child of a husband, you were pretty sure your child was more concerned about trying to eat the book.

Hikaru

He definitely will be shocked if you tell him you're pregnant

Will be all tsundere about it but you know he's happy

"w-what?! You idiot! Were you on the pill? Ugh! Fine we can keep it"

The minute he is away from you he's grinning and crying.

He's also super scared though cause he comes from a huge fucked up family

During the pregnancy he is super protective of you and the baby

No leaving the house and no getting up from bed

"sit down damn it! If you break a bone I'm killing you!"

As a father..he's great

Definitely spoils his child in riches

Everything from clothes to toys is expensive

He wants to give them the absolute best

Definitely is a bragger and a PTA dad

"remember sweetie if a commoner walks up to you they are usually dangerous"

"papa what's a commoner"

Hikaru smiled as he painted his three year old's nails deciding to give them a make over while you were out.

"well, a commoner is someone who doesn't have any money like us they are below us on the food chain"

"hikaru..."

The feminine male twitched at the sound of your voice and glanced back only to see you glaring at him. Having a child with you has definitely made him respect you far more to the point where his degrading is usually light and slightly harmless.

"what did I say about calling people that infront of them?!"

"I'm only being honest like you're a filthy commoner yet I still married you, doesn't that say something about how I feel?"

You wondered how much was his life insurance incase you blacked out and one day killed him.

Prince

He nearly catches a heart attack when you told him you were pregnant

He hasn't been hooking up with anyone or drinking too much since he's been with you but he still doesn't expect it

"p-p- pregnant?! You're kidding yeah?!"

The first few days he is flipping out but after it settles he does quite well

He definitely has no idea what to do when you start having mood swings and stuff like that

He tries his best to please you

He still definitely wants to do it at though

He will be pouty the entire nine months if you deny him

As far as being a parent he tries his hardest

He definitely matures a lot more but is still the silly guy like always

You walked into your child's room only to see prince's hair in many ponytails which made you hold back a laugh.

"trying a new style babe?"

"not funny [y/n], but yes I am"

Prince flashed you a grin before he reached to touch his hair only to feel a tiny hand slap it away

"not finished!"

Primce let's out a long sigh before giving you a pleading expression now wanting your help but you simply turned away.

"have fun!"

"[y/n]this isn't how you treat your husband!"

You ignored prince's outburst and figured he can handle his own child giving him a makeover.

Axis

When you told him you were pregnant he was so happy

"we're going to have a baby? I'm so excited!"

But then it hit him

He won't be able to see a child

Won't be able to see their first steps or how beautiful they are and he gets upset at himself

He gets a little depressed but he still helps you out during the pregnancy

He is terrified during the whole pregnancy

He breaks down when the baby is born

Hearing them cry for the first time really snapped him out of his depression

His first worry is if the child is healthy

As a parent he definitely wants to spoil his child but he's also deathly over protective

He always let you know that he loves his family

You let a long sigh as you walked around the hluse looking for both your toddler and husband, you heard hushed whispering in axis' art room so you walked there only to find axis with the three year old in his lap and was teaching them how to paint.

"art is about feeling, though I guess we can talk more about that when you're older!"

Axis let them paint whatever they wanted though randomly he covered their eyes earning a giggle

"daddy! I can't see!"

"yeah, try paint now hmm? Not so easy huh?"

You rolled your eyes at his antics but you noticed his shaking hands before realizing what was going on..he was checking their eyesight.

"it's lunch time guys"

Axis perked up at your voice and turned to you with a smile though it was definitely strained, he was nervous about something but you didn't push it.

Yuki

He definitely wasn't expecting pregnant to come out when your mouth talked to him

His reaction was a shocked expression

"oh. I see"

What you don't know was that kids terrified yuki

He was scared of his child being as fucked up as he is

He is definitely supportive though

He gets his first tattoo of his child's name on his back

Him as a parent is very interesting

He is wrapped around his child's finger

Whatever they want he will absolutely do

The want snacks? He got it. They want to play pretend? He'll play for hours

He Is quite protective or both you and his child so the first year of their birth he didn't want to leave your side or theirs either

He just wants to be a happy family.

"having fun yuki?"

"mhm.."

You held back a snort of laughter at the sight of yuki doing a tea party with your four year old, he had so much glitter in his hair he reminded you of a disco ball.

You were glad he was entertaining them but you simply couldn't help but laugh at his appearance. He had stickers all over his face and was wearing a bright red tutu

"join us."

You gazed at him with a nervous look, he planned this. Before you knew it you were roped in as well now with a long sigh

"the things we do for this little demon"

"mhmm..more tea?"

Salem

Let's be real here salem got you pregnant on purpose cause of his breeding kink

When you told him the news you had to spray him with water to keep him from pouncing you

Your pregnancy is very sexual with him around

He definitely has a breast milk kink so he uses you a lot during your pregnancy for that

To a point where you're worried about being dried up

He likes to talk to the baby while you're asleep or just laying down

When the baby does come you're terrified about him being a parent

He is a good parent actually..he's weird but good

He acts like a child himself so it's quite fun

He is still an insane mess but it's toned down slightly

He is glad his child is normal and nothing like him in terms of personality

"salem!"

You glared at your husband as he and your four year old shoved cookies in their mouths while hiding under the kitchen table. Salem nearly choked and simply flashed a huge grin

"you were taking tooooo long! Couldn't wait!"

"they are going to think it's okay to eat snacks whenever they want"

Salem stuck his tongue out at you before your face flashed red at his next words

"I eat snacks whenever I want [y/n]~"

You yank the two of them from out the table before you simply roll your eyes.

"how about we have another kid?"

You choke at his words and glared at him only for him to wink at you, this clearly wasn't up for discussion in his book you two were having another child

[jnyuhea]

🐼MASCOT! X IDOL JAEHYUN🐰

© 20XX jnyuhea. All rights reserved

!INTRODUCTION!

🐼XIII🐰

The event has been officially started, with just two days of practice every contender seems to now get the flow for this event, we're all gathered in one big room, waiting to others to polish the stage, and see on the television screen how the cameras are preparing, I looked at the corner of the camera and it's already 7:30...

I examine each one of them, I remember how we're just 1,111k contenders in one messenger to gather to drop to 100... which brings me where in the world is Aera she said her number is 57' since our numbers were on our mascots tummy surely we must see each other right now...

Then there she is, her mascot seems to be handmade, she must be rich, but she's the one who chatted me, I carefully slide my hands inside so I can use my phone while feeling like a loner in my mascot form, alone... yeah...

I chatted with her, so we could talk finally in person... I looked at her and she seems moved on the corner, then finally she seems to be out of nowhere, I lifted my hand then wave for her to notice, she stops her motion then runs like a wind...

Oh no she's too fast! No! I screamed as she crashes into me. I swear I feel something break in me. I heard her shouting my number good thing, "Oh 97' I'm sorry! I was just excited to finally meet you!

I don't mean to crash into you! it's just that you're here! finally yay!" She keeps on squealing like a rat, damn she's really loud and no wonder her bias is Doyoung. Doyoung would die for this girl. jk.

"Aren't you going to say anything 97' Oh no!? did you fainted!? DID I KILL YOU!?" Then she began to snob damn, hahhaah I just patted her mascot head then signalling her that I'm okay.

"I'm okay 57' you didn't kill me, well for now..." She just continues to hug me, I remain my hands on her head...

7:50 - The last practice for NCT 127 giving their best performance like they always been, then leaving returning to their booth.

Me and Aera still on a rest, all of us were. I look at the door seeing 3 staff and I think will announce something...

"The NCT 127 will welcome you all personally, remain at rest, and don't move" and by that 2 staff signals something behind the door and as they go back to the announcer they there are, 9 men walking on the stage like in the room.

Then there he is, the reason why I joined in this weird contest, I feel Aera stand and froze as the man I see next walking is her man... D... mentor D... no. I just remember our mentor.

As they close the door, the boys were just standing feeling amazed at the view looking at each of us one by one. A staff gave Taeyong the mic...

"Hi.." He said as all of the mascots were just walking, jumping they were fangirling but calm version, Aera lifting me up to walk and I want to stand by my knees failed to cooperate.

"Come on stand 97'" as she hard on her voice to lift me up, I need to stand then I stand, she grabbed me as we run, as I clearly see she's pushing others away, damn she knows the reason why I joined fucked! I stopped her running then we're closer to them...

"Hi!" She waved, The call from Denise makes all the NCT members look at her.

"Aww, so adorable!" they all giggled as they get closer to us, other 100 we're still can't get over Taeyongs Hi. "Oh look Doyoung a bunny like you!" Mark tease as Doyoung was just standing in his spot, making his way closer to Jae who's just looking smiling like there's no tomorrow.

"I wanna congratulate you all personally, that's why we insisted on closer meeting you guys, this is not the end we can't still wait for those folders to decide your stay here!" Mark said as I still locked my eyes on Jaehyun unless I'm too obvious since my mascots eyes were on him...

Aera whose got silent and just mesmerizing the boys or about the way Mark tease because I'm wearing a bunny mascot, "Jae! look, 97'" Johnny pointed out my number, I also looked at my number and look at them like this is the best unlike getting into concerts the other 100 is still frozen never to get closer at them probably because they're the judges and don't wanna gain a bad impact on them...

"And her friend is 54... yes Johnny I know..." his voice really sounds like a prince in reality damn making me more determined to win. "Okay thank you, NCT! you need so,e rest for a while, Ladies prepare the real show is about to START!" We all trying out best to remain calm seeing others If I didn't know you are terrified of what because of their cute mascots seems like waiting for their own birthday boys and girls to surprise with...

While the boys were waving their goodbyes, I looked at Jaehyun and he still can't stop smiling does he ever have a party when he was young, Aera or 54 nudged me to give them my goodbyes, I walk a little further from her then gave a wave, the boys stopped then gave me again a wave and finally Jae leans a little because he was blocked by Jungwoo and Mark waving me, then do the same smiling and wave Goodbyes.

Doyoung is the last, looking at me. feeling he might know something you're not mentor D are you, he just smirks trying not to get noticed, acting like he's waiting for the boys to leave. Taeyong, on the other hand, grab Doyoung and they were quarrelling then Taeyong called someone from the boys as Jae dragged Doyoung making the staff laugh at a little comedy show presentation, they were just removing the tension we're all witnessing then they all leave.

I come back to the position where I leave Aera, not further and she remains standing where we first saw them, I waved my paw hands at her gathering her thoughts. I decide to come closer to her then quietly whisper "A~ what's the matter..." I come closer as I heard I little snobs, Oh no. is she starstruck.

[confinedinthisflesh]

11x05 rewatch reactions by remmie

👀 spoilers ahead 👀

- welcome back, i cannot wait for my friend's disapproving stares at my unwavering excitement and frustrations

- BATHTUB IS COMEDY!

- this is weird and off topic but why didn't they just recreate the entire intro, like it's weird to have kid ian but then adult ian, idk

- hi frank, didn't miss you at all!

- frank did you really think terry would apologize, with donuts- "beware those who are proud of it" 😌 hm smartest thing i've heard him say in a minute

- TAMI AND LIP I MISSED YOU! 🥰

- FREDDIE YOU TOO! 🥰🥰

- hey milton why are you selling the house? shady move

- awww franny meeting an idol of hers 🥺

- sandy i love you but stop being shady!

- DJSJDKDKSK let your husband get coffee

- yes sandy they are married, and 85 years old, and retired

- debbie while i do not agree with sandy being shady, why did you have to put a tracker on her, that's so wrong

- CAN Y'ALL JUST TAKE LIAM WITH YOU FOR ONCE- HE FEELS UNSAFE!

- god remember when termite was a thing?

- v in a suit makes me cry in wlw

- polish?!? poland?!?

- MILTON WHAT THE FUCK?! i get it for money needs partially but what the fuck?

- tami's slippers are amazing

- bro if lip proposes to tami at all this season, i'm kinda expecting it

- the lanky teen in the back just constantly puffing a cigarette 😔 breathe dude breathe

- that is unhygienic, so unhygienic

- ... shameless writers, what the fuck?!

- god i hate the masks, wear them or don't 😤 it's frustrating me

- ohmygod is it the old milkovich house? IS IT SHEILA'S OLD HOUSE? i'm so confused?

- what kinda swing thing is that??

- oh god, it's happening, hey mickey don't snap in front of your husband's face

- WHO THE FUCK IS LOU? RJUEEJSAHHSJDSJDJD ANOTHER FUCKING COUSIN?!?

- someone gif mickey in this scene please, it's just amazing, i want this scene played-

- ya know what play the fight scene at my funeral, it's amazing, bathtub scenes have competition now

- hey who's house is this? oh god what happened in this house?

- there's so much 'we need to move' consistency, are they all gonna move

- god i cannot look at kermit and tommy anymore without thinking of termite

- liam don't investigate, no, no, no liam NO DON'T GO IN THERE

- WHAT THE FUCK?!?!

- ... is the house haunted by a family murderer, is this an amityville thing?!

- oh god someone please get liam, he needs someone

- debbie can you not take it out on your child

- they really ONLY stopped him as he was about to sip, i cannot!

- love that there's a stool limit, but nobody leaves 😌

- "hello gay relatives" i want it on a t-shirt

- because i am a gay relative

- AMBULANCE TIME! AMBULANCE TIME!

- okay frank depending on what you do here, this is could be a good plan

- oh god tommy and kermit are characters again?!

- oh wow it is an amityville situation! nice, shameless writers! so original! 😉

- oh nice the ian gallagher sweet boy next door when i'm scamming voice!

- ... am i stupid or is the timeline still in obama presidency times? because if it is? what the hell? or am i stupid, okay maybe i am stupid

- broken pot shards calling the rusted kettle black, terry!

- happy ian and mickey noises!

- WHY! WE WERE ON SUCH A GOOD STREAK! AND THEN Y'ALL RUINED IT! WITH YOUR HORN STUFF! 😤

- oh fun! dead body always kills the mood!

- carl DO NOT I SWEAR TO GOD DO NOT! oh no

- the lady in the house: *insert nicki minaj 'you can't get rid of me bitch' meme*

- lip and tami trying to rationalize this together 😭, bro better not collect music boxes, or you're screwed

- not even the security guard is wearing his mask properly 😒😒

- this is going to go terribly, carl i get it you want him to be safe but he is like 11 and terrified, also specify which milkoviches

- y'all just planted a body, that poor guy

- BRAD I FUCKING MISSED YOU, even though this is bad news

- what the fuck? oh no lip you don't do well with talking

- okay the guy 🤏 kinda deserved it

- you track your five year old kid?

- sandy 😭 i love you i knew you had a good reason, sandy no need to be embarrassed

- oh godSNAJJDSJ HUSBAND?!?!

- EXCUSE ME?!?!

- I'M SORRY?!? HUSBAND?!? DID THEY?!

- JUST REPEAT SVET?!?! WHAT THE FUCK?!

- i'm sorry i am still fucking confused

- THANK YOU FOR MENTIONING LIP AND HIS BREAK AT THE END OF LAST SEASON

- okay but wait no why are we breaking the sobriety thing??

- liam i feel so fucking bad for you, you deserve so much better

- NO WAY! NO FUCKING WAY! NO!

- HE'S NOT DEAD?!? HOW IS HE NOT DEAD? HE SHOULD BE DEAD?

😦 i just, what was this episode, ohmygod, ohmygod, guys WHAT THE HELL

[rhymingtree]

I'm actually terrified to read this because you messaged me at six in the morning telling me how ✨excited✨ you were for us to read this, and that couldn't mean anything good.

Also I have yet to re-read Aftermath from the beginning, therefore I know nothing of all the rewrites. 🙃 This'll be confusing. I'll get to reading them eventually, when I move on from everything that happens after chapter one.

Ooh another flashback from Wraith's POV...

I love how cocky Ollie was at the beginning, how he underestimates Alpha One and keeps looking down at them in his head, all the while I've always seen him as the baby of the group.

Poor Ollie got one upped by an old man..

OH MY GOD DUKE'S ALIVE AHHH

OH GOD

NO DON'T GIVE ME HOPE LIKE THAT

GOOD THINGS ALWAYS PRECEDE THE BAD

now i'm scared

wait

what the fuck is going on

Duke and I are pulling the same face right now

OH SHIT

IT'S HER

Hehe that one scene from MoM came to mind

If I were Wraith, I would have shit my pants if Ghost actually walked in looking like that

Nevermind he actually is shitting his pants

I'm loving Duke's reaction to this, it's so out of pocket

OOOOOH FERAL!GHOST IS HERE BITCHESSSS

oh no

She wouldn’t be that angry unless she’d just lost everything. Which meant he’d lost everything. 

His best friend. His fiance. His family. 

Gee golly thanks for the reminder that that happened

THANK GOD I KNOW IT'S NOT ENTIRELY TRUE

BUT DUKE DOESN'T

BELOV'S ALIVE

I have to remind myself he's still here every now and then

Duke's going through an absolute rollercoaster right now

Jesus, Darke give your OCs a break

And someone plese fucking tell Duke that Jack's gonna be okay

because I need to know too, y'all are keeping me on edge

oh thank god she finally answered him jesus it took so long

YESSSS ZAAAC

THE CHEER I LET OUT

I'M SO PROUD OF HIM

THERE'S OUR LIL MURDER BOY

They grow up so fast...

WAIT

WAIT

OH

MY

DARKE

“Your mom.”

i NEVER THOUGHT A YOUR MOM JOKE COULD MAKE ME BURST INTO TEARS BUT HERE I FUCKIN AM

SHE'S ALIVE

THE GANG'S BACK TOGETHER

Darke I swear to god I'm gonna murder you for this weeks long deception

swear to fuckin god

Yeah you better fuckin' explain how that happened because I am so confused right now what in the hell just happened

HOW

how is everyone in this damn team so hard to kill

i mean i'm real fucking happy about it

but how the hell

Boone could get catapulted into space without a suit and she'd just be floating up there doing cartwheels over the moon

STEEEVE

STEVE I'M GOING TO CRY

She's faking her fucking death

OH

I don't like seeing him cry like this Darke why are you doing this to the poor guy

EVERETT FUCKING ROSS

Yaaaaay

I love these headers Darke

but I still have no clue when any of this is happening

mostly my fault, I can't really think clearly when I'm crying my ass off

I love how much of an influence Montana's become to her New York. Look at him, lying to everyone he knows.

I did not like the emotional manipulation I had to put up with the past week Darke. 😑 No matter how well you write it.

“Have you dipshits been stressing out Christopher?” Boone frowned, eyeing him worriedly, “His accent’s gotten stronger.”

Who wouldn't be stressed, girl you fuckin faked your death and I fell for it

I swore at Darke in two different languages, that is the epitome of stress

I had to cut my caffeine intake so I don't die of a fucking heart attack reading these past few chapters

I think I need to see a doctor.

NO NOT ART, DORIAN AND GABE

🥺

Not the ones I specifically left out alive in GIS and FTS come oooon

I'm actually really sad about them being gone this isn't fun

It's scary seeing Ghost like this.

she's craving Ollie's blood, she wants to see him die, but at the same time she's completely aware how this whole war with Wraith is affecting and has been affecting the people she loves.

But she wants him to suffer. She wants him to feel just a little bit of the fear and dread she felt because of him, even though it'll get her hurt, and probably get everyone else killed in the process

it's heartbreaking

and fucking scary

but hey it's exciting woohoo

bloodlust. how exhilarating.

What's Ollie doing rifling through Duke's shit

The real question, though, was: Did he have a safe place to hide from her?

What if i snitch it to her and she just rains on your parade right now...

Oop, nevermind, she beat me to it

Ollie does know there's an entire fucking city that could probably hear him, right? That his dramatic ass is screaming at the top of his lungs above a crowd, and traffic and all that?

Well, I've heard New Yorkers ignore stranger occurrences so I guess this won't be a big deal

YELENAAAA

I KNEW IT WAS A BLACK WIDOW

Well, former Black Widow

BUT YAAAAY

YAY THE WHOLE FAMILY'S HERE

IT'S A HAPPY ENDING... sorta

FOR ONCE

I DID NOT END THE CHAPTER WITH TEARS

Just a lot of fear. I am very. Fucking. Worried.

I love that footage of Boone hitting the soldiers with her van. I love that they were cowering in fear as she trampled over them.

You still haven't been forgiven for the tornado of what the fuckery you put me through last week.

Boone being alive is great, but I am still very much hurt by that. 😑

Chapter 73 // KILL SWITCH

To all my live reactors,

Please, please, please, hide your reactions under a Read More cut. I don’t want any spoilers floating around. 

&

To all my Anonymous Avengers, 

If you want to react in my asks, feel free. However, I won’t be answering any of them until at least Wednesday if they contain spoilers. 

Thank you,

Darke

┍━━━━━━━━ ★ ━━━━━━━━┑

You could have lost them. You could have lost all of them. All because you were too blind to see through Wraith's charade. 

You were supposed to be better than this. You were supposed to be the best of the best. That’s what you were trained to be. 

You felt something shift deep inside of you, bringing with it a familiar certainty. Something you hadn’t felt in a long, long time. 

It was cold and calculated and focused. It knew exactly what it had to do and when to do it. 

It had been cooped up inside you for so, so long, shoved to the back of your mind to never see the light of day again. You’d let it slip through the cracks a seldom few times but, now?

Now, it wanted out. 

It wanted to rage and rampage and take what it was owed. 

Revenge. 

It was aggressive, yet charming. Exactly what Commander Weston had trained it to be. It was reckless and vigilant. It was impulsive and deliberate. 

Ghost.

┕━━━━━━━━ ★ ━━━━━━━━┙

Chapter 73  // KILL SWITCH

✪ Bᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ Sᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ : Aғᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛʜ

♜♠ Tʜᴇ Sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ & Tʜᴇ Sᴘʏ

⧗ Tʜᴇ Rᴇᴅ Rᴏᴏᴍ

» Jᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇ sɪᴅᴇTᴀɢʟɪsᴛ

TAGLIST :

***anyone with a strike through their handle means I couldn't tag you 😔

@thexbookxnerdx // @autumn-em // @fadingbakeryfarmoperator // @rhymingtree // @itsmeatballworld // @kippykasey // @turtleedovee // @kamalymaly // @onewithnomightypowers // @y-napotat // @riahmcq // @thequeenofthefallen // @jesuswasnotawhiteman // @fnnshelbys // @knowyourworth-sellyoursoul // @banbananas // @beans-and-toast // @violetvictoriabarnes // @oikawasblueearbud // @itsarussian // @mrsbarnesinmyimagination // @oopsiedoopsie23 // @luhuhzy // @heyimjustlaura12 // @moonlightreader649 // @petalren // @sighbuckybarnes // @soldat-petala // @useless-creature-213 // @aftermatharchives

[sending-the-message]

I can't tell if my boyfriend is haunted, or if I am by H0use0fpwncakes

This story doesn't have a happy ending at all. But I'm posting this anyway in a vain hope that purging my soul will help get rid of some of my anxiety.

About 10 years ago, my now ex-boyfriend and I moved in together. It should have been an exciting, happy time. For a few weeks, it was.

When the odd things started happening, I didn't think much of it because they could all be reasonably explained. Doors would open and shut by themselves; I figured it was one of my animals doing it, stealthily escaping before I could catch them in the act. Anyone who has a cat knows how sneaky those furry little bastards can be. No worry. I'd even forgot about it at that point.

The next serious of events was a bit more strange. I woke up in the middle of the night digging into my face hard enough to draw blood. It's hard to understand how difficult this is unless you've tried it yourself.

Crying in pain, I screamed out to Julian for help. Or at least I thought. I was screaming and yelling, but nothing came out except for a wet gurgling sound. It then hit me that I was experiencing an episode of sleep paralysis. As disconcerting as that thought was, I was relieved by the fact that it is not dangerous and would resolve itself fairly quickly. And it did. As far as I know, it hasn't happened again.

An unfortunate consequence, though, is that it's been nearly impossible for me to sleep after the aforementioned innocent. If I'm lucky, I get a whopping 3 hours, only to be startled awake by something.

In its place, however, other things arose. I would wake up with burns on my face that I could not explain, along with various other minor injuries. I also began sleepwalking, something I hadn't done since a child.

After these events occurred with increasing frequency, I decided see my doctor. She referred me to a sleep study, which I readily accepted.

Much to my surprise, the results came out fairly normal. The tech said I experienced a brief night terror during stage 2 sleep (which is pretty rare, most of the time they occur in other stages), but I was aware of it and woke myself up, so he wasn't too concerned.

Feeling a combination of relieved and disheartened, I went home. I had invited a few friends over, and even though I wasn't quite feeling up to it, I did my best to power through.

Her boyfriend and my boyfriend were talking about something we weren't interested in, can't remember what, but while they were yammering on, we decided to alphabetize my DVD collection. I had at least 1000, so needless to say this was a daunting task.

After we'd sorted around 400, we stopped for a margarita break. We weren't even gone for a minute. We came back to start up our little project again when I noticed something that made me scream. All of the DVDs were upside down and backwards. All of them. Even the ones we hadn't touched.

Our first thought was oh, the boys must have done it, fuck you guys. But the looks on their faces were as dumbfounded as we were. On top of that, I don't see how it's physically possible to do that and do that with making noise, right? We decided to drop it and continue the afternoon together.

Once again, after 1-2 weeks, this slipped out of my mind. It only came back when the next mystery occurred.

I put my cat's water and food bowls in our kitchen pantry. I fed and watered the zoo, went to the bathroom, took out my context, then realized fuck, forgot to get the glass of water I like to keep on my nightstand. Groaning, I trudged back to the kitchen.

As I was filling my cup, I noticed something...odd about the countertop. It almost looked like it was moving. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head, as though I could make it go away. It didn't. I walked to where Julian was sleeping and gently nudged him awake, asking, "Hey, baby, I think something's wrong with the kitchen. Could you please look?

He begrudgingly padded to the kitchen. I was about to point out the problem, when his jaw went slack and all the color drained from his complexion. I assumed that meant he saw.

Being braver than I am, he leaned forward to exam them, and even went so far as to pick them up. His comment made my fear a realty. "These are maggots." There weren't just a couple, too, there were hundreds and thousands that came out of absolutely nowhere. They were about the same color as the bathroom counter; if they hadn't been moving, we might not have noticed them. We went to solve the problem --him with a dustbuster, me with a bottle of vodka.

We never brought it up again, figuring some kind of folie a deux.

But, unfortunately, the strange, inexplicable things kept happening. One time, I was watching TV when I smelled smoke. Following the scent, I discovered it was coming from the kitchen. Nothing in the kitchen was plugged in except for the refrigerator. With help from a neighbor, I was able to put it out very quickly.

After most of the things that happened, I would have thought I was losing my mind. Howwver, I lived in an apartment and had neighbors who also saw what I'd been seeing.

I lived on the top floor of the building, and one day, I heard a rhythmic "BOOM BOOM BOOM" over and over again. The sound was coming from my balcony, but there was nothing there. I went so far as to check the roof. Still nothing.

When I came back inside, all of my neighbors who were at home were trying to figure out what that sound was. It was so loud, you could hear it in the basement. I mumbled some stupid excuse like moving my furniture and moving swap. Part of why this was a stupid excuse was because the banging was still going on while we were talking.

I went to the leasing office to mention the noise, but the maintenance crew couldn't find a single thing wrong.

Wanting to get out of there for a bit, I suggested that the ex and I grabbed a drink at the local bar. He agreed, and we managed to have fun and forget about the weirdness for a bit.

We stumbled our way home. Once we got there, the first thing I had to do was pee. When I closed the door, there was a knife sticking out of the wall. I had also used the bathroom right before we left, so I knew he couldn't have done it.

Just in case though, I asked him if he knew anything about it. He said no, that I'd probably accidentally put a knife in my towel and it hit the wall when I took it off--because I wouldn't have noticed a sharp metal object pushed against my body. Then he asked if what, I thought a ghost had done it?

When we were at the bar, the table next to pursue was celebrating a birthday. They left behind a bunch of stuff like balloons with those waited sand things so they don't float away. I took one home.

Anyway, right after he said he didn't believe in ghosts, the balloons rose up, floated over to him, and started circling him. I cannot explain how disturbing I found this. I couldn't even deal so I went to bed. Julian popped the balloons.

It's almost like this thing waits for us to begin to feel safe again. It was quiet for a few weeks, then something really weird happened.

This was not, by far, the scariest thing I'd witnessed, but for some reason, it drove me over the edge. I was in the room facing the kitchen, when I hear shaking, banging, breaking glass. I jerked my head up and witnessed what looked like a localized earthquake in my kitchen. Cabinets were opening and closing, dishes were falling out of them, all appliances were being knocked on the floor...it terrified me. Not really thinking, I grabbed my animals and went flying into my neighbor's apartment, hysterically blathering about what was going on. In between sobs, I managed to ask if he was hanging pictures on our shared wall or something. He was not.

He graciously offered to go over and see if he could figure out what was going on. He couldn't. After that, I couldn't spend another night in that apartment.

After this, I was thoroughly convinced that I was insane. I went to every psychiatrist I could find, begging them to give me an anti-psychotic or something. None of them would. Whether or not it's what they intended to do, they made me feel as if I was too far gone to help.

I lucked out and found a great place across the street and I could move in ASAP. It was the most excited I'd ever been about moving. I was going to be free from whatever it was that was going on there.

I was practically skipping with excitement when I brought my first box in. That excitement quickly faded when I saw the bloody handprints on the wall.

[area50dununiverse]

YOOOOOO I am so happy you're back! Just saw you posted a new fanfic so thought I'd prompt you and keep you busy lol (jk jk) but this is really dirty so feel free to skip it! but we haven't had a john ed and liam three way story in a while so how about they love to role play and are really in to acting out diff scenes like liam is doctor they're patients and there for a physical, cop/criminals teacher/students etc? no pressure to fill but ps I loooove your writing can't wait to read more!

Hello lovely! I like to fill prompts in order but I skipped a load (sorry other anons) to fill this one because I loved it! it’s a bit smuttier than I thought it would be because I think I got carried away. Edward is a super-bottom in this, I didn’t mean it to work that way but, it did (because he is a super-bottom IRL). While looking up ideas on roleplay costumes, I found a butt plug that was like a police baton, so that’s in there, oh! and I also watched a few videos to make sure the last roleplay was even possible. Turns out, it is and I prayed no one will ever see my google history!! 

This fic has also made me realise I have a kink for J&E in dresses and skirts, which I will pounder on in the lonely hours... 

anyway, enjoy!!

Liam loved this. Loved the thrill and the playfulness. He loved how naughty it was, how taboo it was.

Edward was on his knees in front of him, mid-blowjob. He was better at sucking dick than John was because although John was good, he wasn't as skilled as his twin. Edward worked hard, twirled his tongue, hollowed his cheeks and sucked in all the right places. He also knew how to use his teeth just slightly. Yes. Edward was good at this.

John was sitting on the bed opposite where Liam was standing, his eyes watching Edward's every move. Liam knew he was going crazy with need but he wasn't allowed to touch himself, Liam had made that quite clear. He had to watch. That was his punishment.

Liam came with a long growl, his fingers gripping Edward's hair a little too tightly but it was okay because one more flick of Edward's wrist and he too was coming, humming around Liam's cock.

Liam stepped back, pulling out of Edward's mouth with an obscene 'wet' sound. He threw a smile at John before leaning down to kiss Edward's wet mouth, tasting an odd tinge of bitterness that he could never get used to.

John looked desperate now and Liam was certain that Edward would finish him off as soon as he was to leave the room. Edward got to his feet as Liam turned towards the door and just as he had predicted, the last thing he saw as he closed the door behind him was Edward kneeling beside John and pulling at his jeans. He didn't mind though, punishments weren't supposed to last forever. When they had started this, Liam fully understood that this was their world, they simply let him in every now and then and Liam knew how lucky he was.

•

It was that damn film that made Liam think things. Imagine things.

He didn't know who had put it on but it wasn't their usual type of film. It was a crime, drama, cops and robbers type film and the main character the policeman was hot. He was sexy and Liam couldn't help but think it was the uniform.

That's how he found himself searching online and even worse, buying an outfit. He felt a rush of excitement as he entered his credit card details and checked out, sure to select the next day delivery option.

When it came, Liam almost felt embarrassed, he almost regretted it but then he found himself trying it on and oh fuck, it came with a police baton that had a smaller, pointed end and Liam just knew what that was for and where it would go. The uniform was dark blue and looked ridiculous but in a strangely sexy way. The shirt only done up to just above the belly button, leaving most of Liam's chest exposed. The capped sleeves were tight around his biceps and the trousers hugged him in all the right places. He couldn't wait.

In hindsight, Liam thought he should've at least brought the idea up to them, maybe just a little suggestion to test the waters. But he didn't; instead, he crashed into their room shouting "nobody move!" While waving his baton around and having a terrified John and Edward staring back at him like rabbits in headlights.

There was a pause, longer than Liam would've liked and just long enough for him to feel uncomfortably stupid. John was laying on the bed, laptop resting on his propped up knees while Edward sat on the small sofa with the iPad, in the middle of watching something on Netflix. They both stared back at him, wide, scared eyes replaced with confused yet slightly amused ones. Liam was just about to turn on his heel and leave when John spoke, his voice soft and silky when he said: "have we been bad boys officer?"

Liam almost fist pumped he was so excited but instead, he straightened up and tried to look like he had this under control. "Yes," Liam said, unsure of where to go from there.

"Will you need to use these officer?" Edward asked as he leaned forward to poke the handcuffs hanging on Liam's belt.

"Yes," Liam said again, "but first, I'm going to have to strip search the both of you." He grabbed Edward by his hoodie and dragged him up onto his feet, a rush of excitement running through his body.

He pulled off his hoodie and his t-shirt underneath before running his hands down his chest to unbutton his jeans. "Get these off-" he growled as he pulled Edward's jeans down to his thighs. Edward smirked before leaning down to pull them down and off his legs, leaving him in his pants. Liam spun him around quickly and bent him over the desk, holding his cheek against the wood.

"Hands behind your back-" he snapped, watching as Edward complied before he cuffed him.

He turned to look at John, who looked like he was about to burst with excitement. John caught sight of Liam's baton and licked his lips, making Liam burn up. "And you!" He grabbed him and pulled off his t-shirt before stripping him of his joggers and bending him over next to Edward.

Liam took a second to look at them both, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of pants each, bent over with their hands cuffed behind their backs. It was like every wet dream come to life.

He smoothed a hand down John's back, fingertips barely touching him but still making him shudder.

"Do you know what this is for?" Liam snapped as he slammed the baton down between their faces on the desk. No one answered so Liam hit the desk again, making them both flinch at the same time.

"No-" Edward said even though Liam could see that he one-hundred percent did know what it was for.

"No what?" Liam snapped, poking Edward's arm with the baton.

"No officer," Edward added, smirking behind his words.

Liam smiled down at him as he gently ran the baton down his spine and over the curve of his arse. Edward's breath hitched and Liam couldn't wait any longer. He quickly pulled Edward's pants down and took out the bottle of lube that he had tucked into his pocket. He slicked up the narrow point and very slowly entered Edward with it, making him squirm.

Liam could hear John's breathing picking up from beside Edward as he pushed it in further, opening Edward up. "Keep that there-" he snapped before stepping behind John. Edward let out a little whine and Liam laughed, bending over John to whisper in his ear.

"I think your brother likes the plug," he breathed, "let's leave it in for a little while."

John made a small noise which wasn't quite a grunt or a hum but somewhere in-between. Liam pulled John's pants down, letting them fall around his ankles. He didn't waste any time in using two fingers because he knew how John liked it, he liked the burn, the stretch, and the roughness. John moaned as he bit his lip, his eyes travelling down Edward's body as far as he could see in the position they were in. "You like it?" Liam asked, opening his fingers in a scissoring motion. "You want a go?"

John didn't answer so Liam trusted his fingers in harder. "I can't hear you, John."

"Yes!" John finally moaned before quickly saying "yes officer, I want it."

Liam quickly pulled his fingers out of him earning a needy whine from John. He stepped behind Edward again and pulled the baton out slowly, making Edward pant and grunt. He reached across and lined it up with John's entrance, circling the ring of muscles before pushing it in, faster than when he did with Edward.

John reached the hilt quickly, crying out and rocking against the desk. "That will keep you quiet," Liam smirked before turning back to Edward. He quickly slicked himself before lining himself up against Edward. "You want it?" Liam asked as he applied the tiniest bit of pressure. Edward frantically nodded before gritting out a strained "yes officer-"

"What do you say?" Liam teased, pressing against him harder.

"Please?" Edward breathed, "please officer, I want it-"

Liam ran a hand down Edward's back and looked at John, who was watching intently. "What do you want Edward?" John pulled his lip between his teeth again and Liam wanted to bite it, wanted to suck it into his mouth in a heated kiss.

"I... I want-" Edward pushed back against Liam so Liam put a hand on his head, holding him against the table. "I want you to fuck me!" Edward cried, adding a quieter "officer."

"Well done, that wasn't too difficult was it?" Liam smiled as he pushed his hips, entering Edward and bottoming out in one smooth thrust. Edward moaned and so did John and Liam thought he was going to come far too soon.

He moved his hips, pressing Edward's face into the desk as he picked up speed, the metal of the cuffs rattling as he fucked him harder. Liam moaned, the tightness and the heat almost too much, the sounds Edward was making and little sounds coming from John almost pushing him over the edge.

He reached over and took hold of the plug, moving it in time with his thrusts and making John cry out.

Edward came suddenly, his body shaking and knees buckling from under him. Liam kissed his shoulder before pulling out, pulling the plug from John at the same time. He entered John hard, picking up speed straight away. John whined and whimpered, shouted and moaned as Liam fucked him hard, leaving Edward still cuffed and watching.

He took hold of John's cuffed hands and pulled on the chain between the handcuffs, pulling it towards him. John's back arched perfectly and Liam admired his flexibility as he pulled the cuffs further, pulling John's shoulders back, his chest sticking out in front of him and his head thrown back against his shoulders. John couldn't make much noise in the position he was in but let out a strangled moan or a small hum with each thrust. It only took two more snaps of Liam's hips for John to come, his muscles flexing and hips twitching.

Liam pushed him back down, slamming him back onto the desk as he let himself go, brutally fucking into him until he came.

The world around him disappeared and he thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest as he climaxed, burying himself in John.

"Can I move now please?" Edward asked as soon as Liam opened his eyes again. He nodded as he pulled out of John, making him grunt and squirm.

He undid the handcuffs and watched them both shake out their arms, stretching them and flexing their backs. They both winced as they moved and Liam suddenly worried that he had hurt them.

"Okay?" He asked, looking between the two of them with wide eyes. John smiled and let out a breathy laugh as Edward nodded.

"That was... Different," Edward said with his own little smile.

"That was amazing!" John added with a nod of confirmation coming from Edward.

"You have the best ideas, Liam," Edward said as he flopped down on the bed.

Liam and John followed, all three of them getting settled into the soft bed. "Let's go to sleep and when we wake up, we can give that uniform another go-" John smiled as he closed his eyes. Liam laughed and closed his own eyes, feeling sleepy and gross, but mostly sleepy.

"I love that uniform," he heard Edward mumble as they drifted off to sleep.

•

John and Edward picked the next one. The policeman outfit had so much wear that it had run its course so they wanted something new. After a search online and Liam telling John that under no circumstance was he dressing in the sexy Elmo costume he had seen, he left them to it because he had work to do.

They wouldn't tell him what they had picked which scared him a bit and the next day when he got a text simply saying 'come over, it's here!' He was even more worried.

'It better not be Elmo!' He replied quickly, surprised when he got an instant reply asking him to come in a shirt and tie. That must mean they are the ones dressing up and Liam couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Liam let himself in and headed inside, completely taken aback when he found them sitting in the living room. They had gone to a lot of effort and moved the dining table into the living room along with two chairs, which they were sitting in.

Liam could see straight away that they were dressed in school uniform; warring white shirts with the top three buttons undone with a loosely knotted tie.

Just as Liam was processing it all, Edward turned sideways in his chair and crossed his right leg over his left knee. He was smirking and he had every right to as Liam stared back in shock. Edward was wearing a black pleated skirt that came mid-thigh, paired with some long black knee-socks. Liam's eyes travelled up his legs and across to John's that were tucked under the table with his ankles crossed.

He was wearing the same skirt but with what looked like stockings. stockings.

Liam didn't know what to do, couldn't process it. There was something telling him that he shouldn't be aroused by this but fuck; he was. He definitely was.

"Why did you have to keep us after school, sir?" Edward asked, his lips perfectly pouting.

"You were asked a question, sir," John said when Liam didn't answer. He wasn't sure if he even remembered how to even speak.

"B-Because you were..." He made eye contact with Edward and swallowed before saying: "because you were very naughty."

Liam let his eyes wander over the two them and shifted. How was he supposed to punish them? He wasn't sure what his next move was but as he thought, his hand found a ruler that was laying on the desk. He picked it up and saw Edward lick his lips and yeah, that's what they had planned.

It turned him on, even more, thinking about them planning it, laying it all out and getting dressed up.

"Get 'round here-" Liam snapped, gesturing to his side of the desk with the ruler. They both jumped up and Liam could finally see the full picture. Their skirts were short, falling mid-thigh and John's stockings finished an inch or so under where the skirt fell. Edward's socks were pulled up over the knee, leaving his thighs exposed.

Liam swallowed again, thinking about what he was about to do and desperate for someone to touch him.

"Hands on the table." Liam's voice was deep, stern and in control, even though he didn't really feel it. They knew what effect they had on him and Liam was under no illusion that he was the one in control here.

They complied easily, placing their palms against the table, the angle letting Liam see right up the back of those skirts.

His eyes widened at the sight of the small panties they were both wearing, delicate little black ones that were almost see through. Liam didn't know what they were but they looked like woman's knickers that covered only half of their arses and made out of some kind of sheer material that he wanted to touch.

"Come on then-" John said, breaking character slightly but managing to wake Liam up. He stepped forward and ran the corner of the ruler down the length of John's back, all the way down and over his arse.

"Impairment aren't we?" Liam teased, watching his muscles twitch and tense under Liam's gentle touch. He hitched John's skirt up using the ruler and tutted. "Dirty."

John huffed out a short breath and Liam smirked. He pulled his arm back and only hesitated for a second before snapping the ruler down against John's arse cheek. John's breath hitched but he didn't react in any other way. Liam thought that he had been too gentle so the next one was a little harder.

There was a noise this time, a light slapping sound followed by a breathed whimper from John.

Edward shifted next to him so Liam quickly slapped the ruler against his skin without warning. Edward jumped, his elbows almost buckling, a small yelp falling from his lips. Liam licked his lips and quickly snapped the ruler back down against his cheek, making the pale skin a deep red. Edward pushed his hips back, jutting out his arse in a silent plea for more. But that wouldn't be as fun, so Liam moved his attention back to John.

He slapped the bare skin that the knickers didn't cover without warning, making John groan. It all came as a surprise to Liam, he had no idea they would be into spanking. He knew they were no angels, they weren't as sweet and pure as they looked. When this all started, Liam went gentle, careful with the both of them but it didn't last long because it soon became obvious that behind closed doors, they were just like anyone else. Maybe even a bit rougher, riskier than anyone else Liam had slept with.

Liam used the ruler to lightly rub the red skin, soothing it a little. His left hand reached out and he ran his index finger over the seam of the underwear, finally touching the exposed skin there. "These-" Liam choked off, his throat dry and his dick begging to be touched.

He turned back towards Edward and done the same, hooking his finger under the knickers and running it up and down. "You're dirty." He removed his hand before leaning forward to cup the front of the knickers.

Edward gasped as Liam grabbed his dick through the knickers. They were already wet where Edward had been leaking and that was it, he couldn't wait. Liam quickly let go and pulled his trousers down to his ankles. "Don't think your punishment is over-" Liam snapped as he stepped forward and lined himself up. He wondered if he should stretch him first but Edward interrupted the thought by pushing back against him. He didn't want to be prepared, he wanted it like this and the thought almost killed Liam as he pushed forward, painfully slow.

Edward let out a long groan, pushing back with his hips and arching his back just perfectly. Liam looked at John, who was watching intently, his hips rubbing against the desk and Liam really thought he wasn't going to last. "Stop!" He had enough mind to snap, his hand pulling John's arm. "I didn't say you could do that-"

John groaned and took a step back from the desk, his palms flat against the table top still.

Liam pulled out almost fully before slamming back into Edward, rocking him against the table. He set a hard pace, his hips quickly snapping back and forth and Edward tried his hardest to brace himself against the table.

He was moaning like something out of porn and Liam was on the edge. He drew back his hand and brought it down hard against Edward's arse cheek. "Shut up, you need to stay silent-" he ordered, Edward falling silent instantly. It was hard, Liam could tell, Edward bit his lips and at one point, brought his own hand up and over his mouth. It was incredibly hot and desperate.

He quickly pulled out, allowing himself a moment to calm down. He needed to last. Edward's body deflated a little, his hips pushing back in search for Liam.

"You've been so good," Liam cooed at John, cupping his arse cheek and squeezing. "You deserve a reward."

John whimpered at his touch, trying to stifle it and Liam smiled as he said: "it's okay, you can make as much noise as you wish." He gave another squeeze and John groaned.

He looked back at Edward and the idea struck him. He almost laughed, he was so giddy. "John-" Liam pulled John's underwear down and pulled him towards him. "Your reward for being good, do you want to know what it is?"

"Yes sir," John breathed, his cheeks pink and lips wet. He looked like he had already been fucked.

Liam held his hand as he pulled him behind Edward. "You get you fuck your brother..." Liam smiled, watching John's eyes run over Edward hungrily.

"While I fuck you," Liam added, John's eyes flicking to his. John was smiling and quickly turned towards Edward to line himself up.

"Can he make noise now please sir?" John asked, fluttering his eyelashes and Liam couldn't say no so he nodded.

He watched as John smoothed a hand down the length of Edward's back before slowly entering him.

He leaned over him and kissed his neck before whispering: "you can make noise," and it was like someone lighting a firework as Edward let go and moaned, panting and pushing back against John.

John set a pace, not as hard and fast as Liam's but almost. He watched them for a moment before moving behind John, placing his hand on the back of his head and pushing him down so he was bent over Edward's body.

John stilled his hips and Liam touched him, running both hands over his arse and pressing a finger to his hole. He heard Edward whimper from underneath John and Liam wondered if he was uncomfortable under John's weight and bent over a table.

He spread John's cheeks and lined himself up before quickly pushing into him. He wasn't slow like he was with Edward, he had passed any kind of restraint and he was desperate.

John cried out, his fingers gripping Edward's shoulders, making Edward moan too. Liam pulled back before thrusting back into him, making his hips push further into Edward and making him groan.

John leaned up, bracing himself on Edward's shoulders and the angle was so much better now he was almost standing, tighter and deeper. Liam leaned forward to bite his shoulder, snapping his hips forward. Liam fucked into him, in turn making John fuck into Edward as his thrusts moved John's hips, moving his cock in and out of his brother.

Edward reached out, his chest flat against the table with his arms stretched above his head, holding the edge of the table on the opposite side.

Liam continued his brutal pace, furiously thrusting into John and watching him fuck into Edward. It was almost too much, Liam was hot and sticky, his muscles tight and his stomach knotting. He knew it wouldn't be long before he came and he secretly hoped he wouldn't be the first one.

John straightened himself up so he was standing up straight, his back against Liam's chest and his head lolled back against his shoulder. John took the lead by thrusting into Edward, snapping his hips back and into Liam, who was all too happy for him to take over.

Liam stilled himself, letting John thrust back and forth, the filthiest moans leaving his lips, echoed by Edward's.

Liam looked over his shoulder, watching John fuck Edward. His skirt was bunched up around his waist, shirt pushed up under his armpits and twisted. Edward's cheek was flat against the table while his fingers gripped the far edge, the whole table rocking with the force of John's thrusts.

Liam knew he was about to come but then John was crying out, his voice high pitched and broken, his hips stuttering as he pushed into Edward. John gripped Edward's shoulders hard, so hard Liam thought he would leave bruises but Edward was moaning and saying John's name, his hips twitching and Liam realised that he was coming too.

Liam pulled back and thrust hard into John, only needing to do it once before he was coming. He let out a long moan, the heat spreading all over his body and all he could think about was how good this was, how tight it was, how hot it was.

John moved first, lightly pushing Liam off of him and he stood up and pulled out of Edward. Edward made a sound of discomfort as he stood up slowly and Liam was taken aback at his appearance. His hair was all over the place, lips bit red and shiny and Liam could see the marks where John's fingers had been. There was also a red line across his stomach where the edge of the table had been digging into him.

"Are you okay?" Liam asked, feeling guilty that Edward was being crushed under both of them.

"Are you kidding?" Edward laughed, his eyes bright but tired. "I've never been better!"

John laughed and turned to walk away and Liam could see the dark marks on his arse from the spanking. He hoped he hadn't hurt them, taken it too far but then Edward was lifting John's skirt and saying: "cool, you've bruised. Have I?" He turned around and lifted his own skirt for John to assess the damage.

"Yeah!" John grinned, running his fingers over the skin and adding: "That's so hot."

Liam left quickly, the sight of them lifting up their skirts to look at each other's butts was too much and Liam didn't have the energy to get hard again.

•

"Lay down and close your eyes!" John snapped as Liam tried to peak again. He slowly lowered himself down so his head was resting on the pile of pillows, his eyes firmly closed. "Keep then closed now."

"Okay, okay-" Liam laughed, shifting around to get comfy. He was wearing nothing but his boxers on their instruction and now he was left waiting. Maybe that's what they wanted, to build up the tension, the anticipation.

He heard them moving somewhere next to the bed and strained his ears. He couldn't hear anything until Edward cleared his throat and said: "open your eyes-"

Liam's eyes sprang open and landed on the two of them. His eyes widened at the sight; both of them dressed as nurses, in skin-tight little dresses. The dresses were white with a big red medical cross over the left nipple. They both had the little watches pinned to the right side and a stethoscope around their necks.

"We're going to check you over," John smiled sweetly. Edward moved around the other side of the bed and gave him a smile too. "Open your mouth please?" Edward asked, pulling out a little plastic stick. Liam opened his mouth, his brain trying to catch up with the situation.

Edward leaned over him, the deep V neck of the dress showing off his fair skin as he stuck the stick into his mouth. Liam's eyes focused on where the dress ended and Edward's thighs began. He figured that they must have a thing for dresses but that was more than okay because they looked amazing.

When Liam looked back up, Edward was looking at John and he was sure they were having a silent conversation. "I'll listen to your heartbeat." John leaned down, putting the stethoscope in his ears before pressing it to Liam's chest. The coldness made Liam hiss and twitch but Edward was moving the stick against his tongue so he couldn't speak.

"Close your mouth-" Edward said as he stood up, taking the plastic stick from his mouth. Liam done as he was told and watched as John listened to his chest.

"That's actually quite cool," John smiled as he stood up, looking at Edward.

"Let me have a go-" Edward reached out to take the stethoscope from

John and put it in his ears. Liam watched him as he listened to his heart with a smile. "That is cool-" Edward grinned at John.

"Is it real?" Liam asked because now he was intrigued.

"Yeah, I got it online," John told him proudly. Liam frowned at him, curious now and said: "well I want a go too-"

"No," Edward snapped, "we're the doctors... Or nurses."

"But I wanna go." Liam tried to grab it but Edward was faster, the game completely forgot about now.

"Liam, just shut up and let us be doctors," John tutted.

"Nurses." Edward corrected, earning a glare from John.

"Whatever," he said, "just shut up, we can play with that later."

Liam huffed and sat back with his arms folded. "Okay, where were we?" John mumbled as he looked down at Liam. He ran his fingers down Liam's chest, making him shiver and forget all about how unfair it was that he couldn't try the stethoscope out.

"We'll make you feel better," Edward whispered, grabbing the front of Liam's pants and winking.

Liam bucked up into the touch, letting his eyes run down Edward's body, taking in the uniform and licking his lips. John leaned down and kissed him, opened mouthed and wet. He closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the both of them.

Edward pulled on his pants until they were completely removed and thrown to the side. He stroked Liam far too gently and teasingly slow.

Liam moaned into John's mouth just as John closed his lips around his tongue and sucked. Liam hummed, moving his tongue in and out of John's mouth and making John whimper. He pulled back and smirked before looking at Edward and saying: "examination time?"

Edward nodded and Liam frowned, getting nervous about what they had planned.

"All fours-" Edward instructed, letting go of Liam's dick and leaving him wound up and frustrated.

Liam slowly moved, debating with himself if he wanted to be on all fours because fuck knows what they wanted to do to him. He briefly wondered what other medical equipment John had found online but tried not to think about it as he knelt over, completely exposed.

"Have you ever had an internal examination Liam?" John asked, his voice genially curious, making Liam wonder if this was apart of the game.

"Yeah," he mumbled, not really wanting to talk about it at this very moment in time.

"Did you like it?" Edward asked. Liam scoffed as he shook his head because no, it wasn't great. "You'll like this one." Liam opened his mouth to ask what exactly Edward had meant by that but then slick fingers were circling his entrance and words were lost on him.

He turned the other way to see John, his brow furrowed as he watched his fingers slick Liam up. He gently pushed his index finger against the opening and slipped it inside. Liam closed his eyes again as John moved his finger back and forth.

It wasn't usual that Liam bottomed, he had only ever done it once or twice so it felt strange and as John added another finger, Liam grunted and tried to relax against the intrusion.

It felt kind of nice after a while, John had used enough lube that it was easy and he was going slow, his fingers moving gently inside of him.

There was silence in the room, the only sound being Liam's small moans when another finger was added. He looked to his left and realised Edward was no longer there so craned his neck to look behind him. Edward was standing next to John, his arm stretched out and he realised that they were both fingering him; two fingers each.

He moaned at the thought, finding it incredibly hot, leaking pre-come as he pushed back against them.

Someone bent their knuckles and with precise fingers found Liam's prostate. Liam cried out, hearing a small laugh from behind him right before they done it again, fingers brushing up against that spot.

They started to thrust their fingers, timing their thrusts so as one pulled out, the other thrust in and vice-versa, his prostrate constantly being stimulated. Liam moaned and gripped the pillow underneath him, his elbows bucking, unable to hold his weight any longer.

"Ready?" John asked and Liam nodded. He didn't have to be told what John was talking about, he was ready, so ready.

One of them pulled their fingers out and Liam felt an odd loss, missing them straight away. He felt a pushing sensation followed by a 'pop' and he wanted to pull away but at the same time, he wanted more.

It occurred to him that one of them still had two fingers in place while the other one was pushing in and Liam had a thought, an idea of what was going to happen.

John whispered a small "fuck-" so Liam guessed it was him who was currently balls deep while Edward scissored his fingers, making Liam feel a strange feeling of being stretched open.

John didn't move, just let Edward finger him but If Liam was to think about it for long enough, Edward's fingers were moving against John's dick while inside of him, and it was just too dirty to imagine.

The fingers slowly pulled out and Liam waited but they didn't return. There was a moment of nothing before John started moving his hips, thrusting into him slowly and carefully. Liam grunted and pushed against him. He loved the feeling, loved the fullness and wondered why he didn't do this more often.

John pulled out a bit too far, pulling completely out before thrusting back in. Liam moaned, quite likening the 'popping' sensation, moaning as he done it again.

John set a rhythm, pulling right out before thrusting back in, harder than before and it was only then Liam noticed his hips being pulled from side to side. He opened his eyes as his hips were pulled to the right before John entered him, that popping sensation making Liam moan before he pulled out and pushed Liam's arse to the left. He entered him again and suddenly Liam realised what was happening; they were taking it in turns to fuck him, passing him back and forth between themselves and fucking into him.

Liam wanted to see but couldn't get a good enough look, the whole situation almost too much for him. He caught sight of Edward bucking his hips as he fucked Liam, burying himself inside before pulling out. John pulled Liam towards him and repeated what Edward had done, fucking into him with a grunt before passing him back to Edward. Liam moaned and he wished he was on his back so he could see them.

There was suddenly nothing, leaving Liam feeling a strange emptiness. He turned his head to see what they were doing, mumbling a weak: "more." He felt a hand on his back and the pressure again as someone pushed against his entrance. It was different somehow, it felt harder than before, bigger and Liam wondered if they were using some sort of sex toy. He could take it though, needed it as he pushed back against it.

There was a bigger pop as something entered him and he heard John whimper as Edward groaned. There was burning, whatever they were using was almost too big but there was so much lube, it slipped in quickly, making Liam shudder.

"Oh my god-" Edward whispered and Liam turned to see, suddenly realising and fuck. They were both inside of him and Liam didn't even know how it was possible. But it was and they were moving at alternate times, just like they had done with their fingers. John pulled out as Edward pushed in and all Liam could do was helplessly cry out from underneath them.

He felt his stomach knot and he knew he was about to come.

He opened his mouth and let out a deep moan, his words a jumble and slurred as he tried to warn them. Liam thought that they hadn't heard, hadn't understood but then someone was stroking him, hard and fast, aiming for one thing. Liam cried out, throwing his head back, almost screaming as his orgasm took him. They had stopped fucking him but someone was still stroking him through it and Liam could've sworn he passed out just for a second.

By the time he had come back to earth, John and Edward were climbing into bed. They must have finished themselves off, or each other while Liam was spaced out and he was only slightly disappointed that he had missed it. He turned onto his back and winced. He was sore and his whole body ached but it almost felt nice, a little reminder of what had happened.

They fell onto the bed either side of Liam, their breathing laboured and eyes closed. Liam wanted to say something, comment on how filthy that was and how he wants to do it again and again but he didn't, he just closed his eyes with a small smile. "Can I play with the stethoscope now please?" Liam asked, getting nothing but silence in return.

[auroraphilealis]

I can't quite remember what I wrote last time but I'll do my best to continue 😂 ...Cali is probably the best decision in terms of the weather! It actually seems like such a luxury to have mild weather all the time because of how much it changes here! Also "Steal My Heart" omg!! Every chapter I read I'm like "this is it, this is the best one" but somehow you manage to top it with the next one? I mean what kind of sorcery is this‽ and both your writings flow so well together it honestly ... -Ro

Putting this under a read more, in case I am annoying my followers whoops. My replies are always huge

... seems like it's just one person writing it! It's like you two have a mind-meld! Blows my mind!! (I just reply to your new message now) aww that's so sweet! Aww thank you so much ❤️ I'm so scared though! :( Please pray for me! 😅oh god I can imagine that must be really difficult! Like we have a thing in your year with group work as well, and you honestly feel like killing people at the end of it! Why can't everyone just put in the same amount of effort instead of relying on 2/3 people‽ -Ro

Haha D&P are actually my life 😂 I'll take any excuse there is to watch them! Haha that's completely ok! I'm sure most of us are "demon" at one points or anther! As long as we don't say hurtful things or anything too invasive then it should be ok! Aww! I'm sorry to hear about that! I'm glad you're trying to get over it! It might be difficult at the start but I can assure you you'll be happier in the long run doing the thing you love rather than listening to what people say. There's been... -Ro

...quite a lot of things that's happened to for me as well but I wouldn't let it happen for D&P, they're too special ❤️ oh you're so lucky! Do you go there a lot? I'd love to go to more theme parks, I'm trying to get over my fear of heights and I feel theme parks are the way to go 😂 it takes a lot of forcing to get me on a ride on the first place though! Just can't deal if it goes upside down😧 wish Britain had some better theme parks! Yes Britain please!! That would be so cool! I'd love... -Ro

Okay so tumblr appears to hate me, and has eaten a few of your asks, but I can pull together the majority of what you were trying to say, so that’s cool! Silly tumblr, why you so crazy. No, it’s doing it’s best, I will be nice to the beast

Thank you so much for the compliment on steal my heart! Fuck, it’s my favorite thing. Everytime I edit a chapter, I get the same way. I’m like, is this my favorite chapter? Right now, we’ll have to go with yes, until I edit the next chapter and decide that one is my favorite! Working on this fic is the hightlight of my week, it makes me so happy and excited!! So knowing it’s the hightlight of people’s weeks to read makes me even more ecstatic, like you couldn’t even imagine! @ineverhadmyinternetphase and myself definitely have a mind meld, let’s not even joke LOL I think we wrote... 8 fics together, that are all currently in my drive waiting to be edited, and every single one of them was so easy to do because we just kind of tend to know what the other person wants and where we want the fic to go. We write ridiculously fast together as well, shoot us HAHAH I love her. 

I completely agree about the group project work. So far, I’ve just finished doing the one grou project, and we all put in equal amounts of work as it was easy to split into four, but the other class.. well, let’s just say part of the reason I’m on campus today is because we have yet to do anything for our group project, and as it is a teaching course and I have no idea what I am doing, I don’t even know where to start. It’s our first group meeting, so here’s to me hoping this is going to work out! 

IM GIVING YOU ALL THE PRAYERS and I’ve got you in my thoughts to get your through finals. You can do this Ro!!!! I know you can!! When the end of finals comes, you will breathe a sigh of relief, and be so, so proud of yourself that you managed to get through it. I’m already proud of you for fighting to get through! (Sorry my replies are always a mile long, I talk ALOT, which is why I didn’t want to answer yesterday)

I agree about the demon thing. I don’t see any harm in it unless you’re that person going around acting as though your opinion is the onyl true one and shoving proof down people’s throat? Like, I joke all the time about moments being proof, and how cute they are together, and I just enjoy messing about, but if it came out the boys weren’t together, I mean. They still have the best friendship in the world, and that’s all I can ask for. I just love them a lot, and I enjoy shipping them, and they don’t mind so long as I’m not shoving it down their throat, so. I’ll be happy and enjoy myself x3

I actually live near two theme parks, or they’ve been close all my live, and now I just live close enough to disneyland to hear the fireworks - oh, and a third theme park is further away, but accessible to me lol whoops - so I’m pretty much surrounded by these things. I have gone as much as I can. When I was a kid, it was too expensive for my family, so we went when we got tickets from friends. I’ve been to Knotts more than Disenyland, and Knotts has more thrill rides. I love Knotts! It’s not good for my back, but I love it so much!! ALso, lines are fucking epic long some day,s never go in the summer as it’s hot as fuck and the lines never end. The first time I went on a ride that went upside down, they had to force me on it as well, but now I love them :O Britain, get some new rides. 

I think you were saying something about cool things in Britain and why I should visit. Trust me. one day I WILL I FUCKING WILL even thoguh I am terrified lol.

[frogsandfries]

I was talking about my patches and I'm not going to repeat myself even though you guys didn't get to read it because it doesn't seem that important anymore.

So anyway, yesterday evening, we were helping my dad's friend move out again and we were standing outside when some young assholes in something like a jeep came tearing ass through the parking lot, which was covered in snow. My dad bellowed at them not to hit his bus as the jeep drifted to a stop feet from the bus. The passenger basically tumbled out, eager for confrontation. My dad strides over to them to repeat himself. My dad is officially a senior citizen, and having a crisis over it, I think, so I think he was just as excited for some action. One of them tried to hit him, but I guess my dad blocked it and yelled at us to call the police. My dad's friend hesitated and I'm thinking she's gotten into situations where things escalate when the police are involved because she was really nervous about it. I decided to watch for another moment because at this point, there are four young men ganging up on my father and no young men behind the wheel of this little buggy, and I'm ready to yell out gleefully at the last second that they should catch their vehicle and watch it barrel down this incredibly steep hill that is currently covered in slick snow. My dad's friend yelled too soon and they just ended up crashing it into the tree growing beside the drive down this hill, so hard there's a huge gouge in the poor tree's trunk and all the snow got shaken off.

They got really pissed off, blaming my dad for damage to their vehicle and it popped into my head that it was worth a shot to call off my dad, lest someone (my money is on the boys) gets hurt. And I figured it would be a small sacrifice if they got to spend Christmas waiting to get bailed out, if they decided to hit me. The one who swung at my dad gave me this look while my dad is trying to pull me aside and I'm screaming at them to get the fuck out of here if they aren't staying here, if they're just here for trouble. I thought he looked terrified, which is rich considering he just swung at an old man. Of course, he might have been considering hitting me. But they packed up and tore ass out of there.

If there's a couple things I know about men, it's that few things end a fight like a woman getting in the middle, and they have really delicate egos. Tell some boys what shit drivers they are and they'll never want to see your face again. It would be hilarious to see them again and crow about how dreadful they are at driving.

It would be better to never see them again.

Anyway.

I'm still on the "my coat looks too much like my brother's" situation. I mounted the sunflower, rainbow fish and feather on the adhesive felt yesterday morning and cut them out yesterday afternoon, before all that fighting nonsense. I actually had them pinned on my coat when that happened.

So now I have some sack cloth (I blanked on what exactly it is) on my new hoop (I bought a second one just to have) and I have a couple designs penciled freehand on the surface, a rainbow with clouds, a melting popsicle, a cupcake and Cap's shield because I'm still Team Cap.

The first patch I ever made, I just chopped right out of the fabric, so there's at least two patches worth of cloth that I can't use because I can't get it into the hoop. So, more because I'm stingy than greedy, I wanted to maximize the output of this chunk of cloth I have, which will involve basically sliding the hoop across the fabric like a viewfinder, not cutting anything out until it is definitely fully outside of usable space. Another mistake I made with my first-ever patch was that I didn't leave space to finish the edges of the patch. So I'm trying to keep the patches smaller and simpler to start out, to become familiar with some basic methods and practice some stitches, but also so that I can get some patches mounted and on my coat. Just the two patches on the back is pretty awkward. But at the same time, I want to maximize the space of the material that I currently have.

I think having two hoops will be useful, because then I can keep one project in one hoop, and start my other project in my second hoop. The small patches may be a great way to practice stitches, but I have a big idea in mind to show off:

I wanted to pull a quote from the original HCA Little Mermaid, and give it a wavy or net textured background. I have this Edmund Dulac inspired coloring book, and I was going to frame the quote in this shell frame, use the whale or the turtle, possibly both, the castle and maybe design my own Zen doodle inspired mermaid, and it was supposed to be all these elements that turn into a composition.

An exciting potential about using pins instead of ironing the patches on is that I can rearrange them, or pull them all off when they get grimy and put them in a delicates bag. Or if someone asks about a pin, I could l potentially sell it to them.

And when winter is over and I put my coat away for the season, I can pull all the pins off and put them in a tin or something and keep working on my collection. Then pull it out next winter and do it again.

[darke15]

Helloooo Rhymieeeeeee @rhymingtree

I'm actually terrified to read this because you messaged me at six in the morning telling me how ✨excited✨ you were for us to read this, and that couldn't mean anything good.

Oh c’mon 😂

Also I have yet to re-read Aftermath from the beginning, therefore I know nothing of all the rewrites. 🙃 This'll be confusing. I'll get to reading them eventually, when I move on from everything that happens after chapter one.

🖤🖤🖤

Ooh another flashback from Wraith's POV…

It’s gonna be a fun time 😈 i can’t wait to write the plane scene in tokyo from his pov 

I love how cocky Ollie was at the beginning, how he underestimates Alpha One and keeps looking down at them in his head, all the while I've always seen him as the baby of the group.

He’s a pretentious little shit 

Poor Ollie got one upped by an old man..

Ain’t nothing poor about oliver walsh he’s been a douche from the start 

GOOD THINGS ALWAYS PRECEDE THE BAD

Ohhhh c’monnnnnn rhymieeeeeee 

Duke and I are pulling the same face right now

Lol 

Hehe that one scene from MoM came to mind

Yessssssssss she’s almost fully unhinged and it’s scary 😈

If I were Wraith, I would have shit my pants if Ghost actually walked in looking like that

Same tho 

I'm loving Duke's reaction to this, it's so out of pocket

He hit his head a little hard and now he went from brave final words to: i’m not dying yet and this asshole really thought Ghost would just let him kill me. 

OOOOOH FERAL!GHOST IS HERE BITCHESSSS

yessssssssssssssssss

She wouldn’t be that angry unless she’d just lost everything. Which meant he’d lost everything.  His best friend. His fiance. His family. 

Gee golly thanks for the reminder that that happened

You’re welcome 

I have to remind myself he's still here every now and then

How you forget Rampaging Russian? That’s rude ☹️

Duke's going through an absolute rollercoaster right now

We all are

Jesus, Darke give your OCs a break

No 

YESSSS ZAAAC

YAHHHHSSSSSSS

THE CHEER I LET OUT

🖤🖤🖤

THERE'S OUR LIL MURDER BOY

🤣🤣🤣

OH

MY

DARKE

“Your mom.”

i NEVER THOUGHT A YOUR MOM JOKE COULD MAKE ME BURST INTO TEARS BUT HERE I FUCKIN AM

Congratulations. You’ve unlocked an achievement 

SHE'S ALIVE

Yessssss 🖤🖤🖤

Darke I swear to god I'm gonna murder you for this weeks long deception

😌😌😌

how is everyone in this damn team so hard to kill

They’re all part cockroach?

Boone could get catapulted into space without a suit and she'd just be floating up there doing cartwheels over the moon

😂😂😂

I don't like seeing him cry like this Darke why are you doing this to the poor guy

I’m sorry!

EVERETT FUCKING ROSS

His redemption arc begins 

I love these headers Darke

Same tho 

but I still have no clue when any of this is happening

earlier

mostly my fault, I can't really think clearly when I'm crying my ass off

Why you cry? Everybody’s mostly okay 

I love how much of an influence Montana's become to her New York. Look at him, lying to everyone he knows.

🤣🤣🤣

I did not like the emotional manipulation I had to put up with the past week Darke. 😑 No matter how well you write it.

I told you i’d make it better

“Have you dipshits been stressing out Christopher?” Boone frowned, eyeing him worriedly, “His accent’s gotten stronger.”

Who wouldn't be stressed, girl you fuckin faked your death and I fell for it

🤣🤣🤣

I swore at Darke in two different languages, that is the epitome of stress

Don’t worry, i’m used to it 

I had to cut my caffeine intake so I don't die of a fucking heart attack reading these past few chapters

oof 

I think I need to see a doctor.

😬😬😬

NO NOT ART, DORIAN AND GABE

I sorry 😔

Not the ones I specifically left out alive in GIS and FTS come oooon

Oof really sorry 

I'm actually really sad about them being gone this isn't fun

Same tho 

It's scary seeing Ghost like this.

😈😈😈

she's craving Ollie's blood, she wants to see him die, but at the same time she's completely aware how this whole war with Wraith is affecting and has been affecting the people she loves.

So true 

But she wants him to suffer. She wants him to feel just a little bit of the fear and dread she felt because of him, even though it'll get her hurt, and probably get everyone else killed in the process

😏😏😏

it's heartbreaking

and fucking scary

but hey it's exciting woohoo

🤣🤣🤣

What's Ollie doing rifling through Duke's shit

He’s looking for clues 

YELENAAAA

Yessssssssssss 🖤

IT'S A HAPPY ENDING... sorta

FOR ONCE

😌😌😌 you’re welcome 

I DID NOT END THE CHAPTER WITH TEARS

Congratulations! You’ve unlocked another achievement 

I love that footage of Boone hitting the soldiers with her van. I love that they were cowering in fear as she trampled over them.

It makes me giggle 

You still haven't been forgiven for the tornado of what the fuckery you put me through last week.

Okay 😔

Boone being alive is great, but I am still very much hurt by that. 😑

Sowwy 🥺

Chapter 73 // KILL SWITCH

To all my live reactors,

Please, please, please, hide your reactions under a Read More cut. I don’t want any spoilers floating around. 

&

To all my Anonymous Avengers, 

If you want to react in my asks, feel free. However, I won’t be answering any of them until at least Wednesday if they contain spoilers. 

Thank you,

Darke

┍━━━━━━━━ ★ ━━━━━━━━┑

You could have lost them. You could have lost all of them. All because you were too blind to see through Wraith's charade. 

You were supposed to be better than this. You were supposed to be the best of the best. That’s what you were trained to be. 

You felt something shift deep inside of you, bringing with it a familiar certainty. Something you hadn’t felt in a long, long time. 

It was cold and calculated and focused. It knew exactly what it had to do and when to do it. 

It had been cooped up inside you for so, so long, shoved to the back of your mind to never see the light of day again. You’d let it slip through the cracks a seldom few times but, now?

Now, it wanted out. 

It wanted to rage and rampage and take what it was owed. 

Revenge. 

It was aggressive, yet charming. Exactly what Commander Weston had trained it to be. It was reckless and vigilant. It was impulsive and deliberate. 

Ghost.

┕━━━━━━━━ ★ ━━━━━━━━┙

Chapter 73  // KILL SWITCH

✪ Bᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ Sᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ : Aғᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛʜ

♜♠ Tʜᴇ Sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ & Tʜᴇ Sᴘʏ

⧗ Tʜᴇ Rᴇᴅ Rᴏᴏᴍ

» Jᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇ sɪᴅᴇTᴀɢʟɪsᴛ

TAGLIST :

***anyone with a strike through their handle means I couldn't tag you 😔

@thexbookxnerdx // @autumn-em // @fadingbakeryfarmoperator // @rhymingtree // @itsmeatballworld // @kippykasey // @turtleedovee // @kamalymaly // @onewithnomightypowers // @y-napotat // @riahmcq // @thequeenofthefallen // @jesuswasnotawhiteman // @fnnshelbys // @knowyourworth-sellyoursoul // @banbananas // @beans-and-toast // @violetvictoriabarnes // @oikawasblueearbud // @itsarussian // @mrsbarnesinmyimagination // @oopsiedoopsie23 // @luhuhzy // @heyimjustlaura12 // @moonlightreader649 // @petalren // @sighbuckybarnes // @soldat-petala // @useless-creature-213 // @aftermatharchives