#who I spammed with snaps of me screaming and kicking my feet

[hiraethwrote]

i finished season 4

[hotpinkboots]

Oh. My. God. Hi there!!! I’ve been desperately trying to find others who still love WWDITS and write for them so when I came across your post I almost screamed. Can I get Yandere Nadja x Female!Familiar?

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~Yandere!𝕹𝖆𝖉𝖏𝖆 x Fem!Familiar!Reader Headcanons~

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OH. OH HONEY. I had to throw my phone on the couch when I saw this request so I could squeal and wave my hands around. Had me giggling and kicking my feet irl, babes SOMEONE COME SPAM MY INBOX WITH NADJA REQUESTS I'LL KISS YOU

Summary: You're Nadja's stupid little baby. Do I need to explain further

Note(s): I do not watch What We Do In The Shadows episode for episode, I usually skip around. Due to this, some events in the show or the way I portray the characters may be a bit mixed up or off.

Warning(s): Yandere behavior, possessive behavior, gaslighting, guilt tripping, manipulation, objectifying the reader, violence, blood, a little bit of (but not much) sexual content, ect.

~Enjoy~

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𝕹𝖆𝖉𝖏𝖆

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~Nadja has a LOT of big feelings, and she WILL make them known, no matter what the situation is.

~It may not be obvious what she's feeling, but when she's feeling something then everyone is going to feel it, too.

~If she's angry, you had better NOT be caught in the line of fire. If she's sad, she's going to either whine and sulk for attention, or she'll lash out. Emotions vary. She could seem one way when she's really only acting like that because on the inside she's feeling another way.

~So, she's a very hard person to read despite the fact that she speaks her mind without having much of a filter.

~The same goes for how she treats you.

~Her stupid familiar who just follows along with whatever is happening. Her useless human pet who has the HONOR to even be in her presence and clean up after her.

~Treats you like you're her stupid dog.

~She'll degrade you one day, and be giggly with you the next.

~Oh, but don't get too friendly with her, or she'll be annoyed by you. But, make sure you interact just enough, because if you don't, she'll get after you and try to make you entertain her. Ah, yes, but don't try TOO hard to make her happy, either, because you'll get on her nerves.

~The point is that you feel like you're walking on eggshells 24/7.

~She can't decide if she wants you to wear something gorgeous and grand to have you match with her, or if she wants to have you wear ugly baggy clothing so you don't look seem as gorgeous as she does.

~Then she thinks that it'll make HER look bad if you're not dressed up, so she's going to make you wear all the stuff she does so you don't look like you just recently escaped from the sewers after swimming in shit and piss.

~Of course, she might scold you and smack you with the hair brush if you tell her something she's doing with your hair is hurting your scalp.

~But then Nadja saw you smiling in the mirror when she was finished. You looked so gorgeous. So excited to be dressed up like that.

~Suddenly, she wished she could see herself in the mirror beside you.

~Laszlo will join in, too, so all three of you match.

~If you ever have a fight with her, her reactions come in phases.

~First, she'll snap at you and call you names and demand you get out. It's unclear if she means get out of the room, or out of the house, but the point is that she does NOT want to see you after an argument.

~Second, she'll rant and be absolutely furious for awhile.

~Third, she gets upset at herself because she made her own familiar upset. She denies being upset at herself by being a bitch to everybody and claiming they did something wrong, even if they were just standing there.

~Nandor probably got yelled at for just existing or something idk

~Colin Robinson feeds off of all this drama of course.

~Fourth, Nadja decides it's your fault for whatever happened, and she'll cry and run away or something just to get your attention. Will sulk until you're the one to apologize.

~And lastly, once you apologize, she realizes the apology sounds wrong coming from YOUR lips instead of hers, since she was probably the one being a drama queen and making a big deal out of nothing.

~Does not know how the hell to apologize very well but she'll kind of try.

~Nadja will start giving you more cute (sometimes weird) nicknames after that.

~Once she REALLY gets attached and decides she likes you, she'll be silly with you and gossip. She DEMANDS a girl night.

~You're like her pet, now, and will literally go as far as petting your head.

~Does she ever think about putting you in a collar that makes your throat look extra delicious, with a leash attached so she can tug you along and coo at you?

~Absolutely.

~She will beat the absolute shit out of anybody who looks at you the wrong way.

~More than willing to rip open someone's ribs so she can tear out their heart and stomp on it.

~Then she shows you and expects you to be like "wow Nadja you did that for me thank you!"

~Or if you have a terrified reaction, she'll be confused as hell. She just killed someone for you? Hello? That's the ultimate way to show someone you love them, isn't it? Literally be willing to tear people apart for them?

~But she'll baby you and give you a hug, anyway.

~"He was a big stupid asshole, my love, didn't you see the way he looked at you? He deserved to die!"

~Then she'd look back at the bloody scene and point down at the body and yell "He was a PIECE OF OLD PIG SHIT!"

~And then would go back to babying you and giving you all the reasons why the person who looked at you wrong deserved to die

~She has done something like that on multiple occasions and would never be afraid of doing it again.

~Nadja most likely wouldn't make you a vampire for an extremely long time (by that I mean she might literally not do it in time, you might be dead by the time she even decided to consider it 💀. Or, if something awful happens to you and you're on your death bed and she decides she needs you to be immortal for her.)

~She wants you to always be her cute little familiar who comes when called, not her fellow vampire who doesn't work under her anymore.

~If you ever had a one night stand, she's fine with that, and would have everybody in the house sit down so they could listen to you tell them (in detail) everything that happened. You aren't getting out of that one.

~But she would be very jealous if you had a boyfriend/girlfriend, rather than just a fling.

~If you fall in love with anybody, know ahead of time that she's going to consider either murdering them, or at the very least, treating them badly.

~She would try to chase them away by somehow getting them to believe you said something about them that you actually didn't say.

~Then she'd comfort you about your "break up", pretending to be shocked about what happened, as though she didn't plan that.

~Unfortunately for her, she isn't a very good actress, and it's a bit obvious that she was the one who made that happen.

~If you then demanded to know WHY she did that to you, she'd finally admit it in a moment of anger and fear that you found out.

~"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! I did that for YOU! They weren't good for you, my darling, why the FUCK don't you understand?!"

~Nadja is most definitely a dangerous yandere. She can be just as volatile and demanding as she can be doting and silly.

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Nadja is my favorite character to write as a yandere omg

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[guardianofrivendell]

Stalker

Kíli x reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: mentions of a fight, stalker things, bad writing because I was rushing

A/N: I don’t know what I was thinking... but here is a silly Kíli fic. I reposted this a couple of times because it didn’t show up in the tags at first. I apologize to my followers for the “Stalker”-spamming (although it fits the theme, doesn’t it :))

"You did not!" you gasped, looking up from your book and staring at your other half. Kíli just stood there, silently pleading with his eyes for you to let this go but you weren’t going to. Not this time. He couldn’t say he didn’t expect this reaction.

"Kíli, you already had a council meeting today and every day for the last three weeks! Can't you sit this one out? You promised!" you complained. You had every reason to complain; he and his brother, uncle and some members of the company had been trying to renew trade agreements and other important things with nearby kingdoms for the last couple of weeks. They weren’t going according to plan and he spent more time in the royal halls than he did with you. You understood how important this was for him, and that he had to be there as the Prince of Erebor but weren’t you important too?

To make it up to you, Kíli promised you’d have a quiet evening tonight, just the two of you. But you guessed those plans were cancelled now... "I know, amrâlimê. Trust me, I know and I’m truly sorry… But you know how uncle gets when these things don’t go as planned. Dain isn’t cooperating at all, they’re both so stubborn! Fíli is trying really hard to compromise but you know he can’t do anything without me there," he smiled trying to lighten the mood.

You huffed. You knew you were acting a little childish, but you had been looking forward to a night to yourselves. "It's just... I stayed in Erebor so I could be with you but you're never here. I think I spent more time in these chambers by myself than I got to spend time with you!" Your eyes traveled back to the pages of your book.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you are avoiding me…" Now it was Kíli’s turn to scoff, and he went through his hair with both hands. An obvious sign he was starting to get frustrated. "Now you are overreacting, Y/N. You know I love you more than anything and I love spending time with you. But we had some problems with the numbers and stocks, so uncle and Dain wanted to do another run through tonight. Just to make sure," he explained. "You can come if you want?" You shook your head. "No, thank you. I'll only be in your way and I wouldn't want them to think I am the controlling type." He snorted. "Oh, don't worry, they already think that." When he saw your eyes widen, he raised his hands. "I'm joking! I'm joking! But I do have to go, amrâlimê. I really am sorry for tonight,” he said. He kissed your head and brushed his hand over your cheek. “I promise I will make it up to you." Before he closed the door to your chambers he said, "Don't wait up!" Great... home alone. Again.

You looked outside the window into the dark night and sighed. It was well past midnight and still no Kíli. Your thoughts began to take a turn for the worst and you started to feel a little homesick. You left everyone in your hometown when you joined the quest all those months ago. Your friends, your family, ... back home you didn't have time to spare, you were always busy. But here in Erebor you had way too much time on your hands. Especially since you were by yourself most of the time. Getting betrothed to a prince didn’t help either. You weren’t allowed to go out by yourself – for your own safety according to Thorin – and everything was done for you by the maids. You tried to help them at first by making the bed or doing the laundry yourself, but Kíli had explained to you that the maids considered this to be an insult. It gave them the idea you weren’t happy with how they handled everything. So you had apologized profusely and let them do everything for you. Even though it went against everything you believed in.

If you were in your hometown right now, you’d probably go for your nightly walk. You found walking at night to be relaxing, almost comforting. No sounds, no people, ... just you and your thoughts and nature. But you couldn't do that here, could you? You thought about it for a moment. And why shouldn’t you? You didn't know your way around Erebor and Dale that well, but you recalled a little path not far from the main gates that led to the Dale lands and forests. You went there once with Kíli so you could probably find it on your own, and get some much needed fresh air. When you get back, Kíli might have returned from his meeting.

You pulled on a coat and heavy boots and headed out the door. It was fairly easy to get out of Erebor without being seen. The guards at the front kept an eye on people trying to get in, not the other way around. When you walked in the direction you thought the path was, an uneasy feeling came over you. As if someone was watching you.

You shrugged your shoulders, thinking your mind was playing tricks on you but you picked up your pace nonetheless. Now where was that path again...? Just when you were about to give up, you spotted a small path that led you away from the Lonely Mountain, to a small forest. It wasn't the path you were looking for, but it would have to do.

A sudden noise made you turn. You saw a silhouette walking a couple of feet behind you; dark clothes, hood, ... Everything about this figure screamed danger. You quickly ran over the path and disappeared between the trees. Why did you always have to do these things? What were you thinking going out alone? You ran your hands through your hair and took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. But the noise of someone walking on the stone path made your head snap up.vYou cursed under your breath. The hooded figure walked over the path in front of you and headed straight towards you.

You started running deeper into the forest and you heard their pace quicken as well. Your daggers! You started tapping your thighs and chest before you realized you left them in your chambers in your rush to get out. "Alright, Y/N, it's up to you then," you whispered. You could easily defend yourself, you’d fought in many wars before. But that was different, you had your weapons back then. Now it was dark and if they were armed, you had no chance.  

You hid yourself behind some bushes and waited. As soon as you got sight of your stalker, you flexed your muscles and got ready to jump out. They halted not far from you, close enough to hear a male voice say, "Where did she go?" "Right here!" you yelled while launching yourself at him. Although he was much heavier than you, he fell to the ground immediately. You climbed on top of him and started punching with everything you got. He tried to get you off of him, but you gave him no chance.  

"Stop it!" he yelled. "Y/N, it's me!" At the sound of your name, you froze. You quickly stood up and took a few steps away from him. Your 'stalker' held a hand over his eye as he slowly stood up. "Mahal, Y/N, you got a good right hand!" "Kíli?!" you gasped. He threw his hood back and started laughing. Now you could see his face and you felt instant relief and regret. "Oh no, I am so sorry!" you said and you hugged him. He wrapped his arms around you and chuckled. "Well, I can say I am feeling a little better now knowing that you can defend yourself when you’re unarmed."

You looked at his face and touched his cheek with the back of your hand. "It is already starting to swell. We should go back, I need to take care of this," you said.

By the time you got back to Erebor, his eye and a part of his left cheek was starting to bruise. "I hope they're not going to be mad at me..." you said, scared of the reaction of Thorin and his brother. "Nah, they wouldn't do that to you. What I'm afraid of is that they wouldn't let me hear the end of this. I got beat up by my own girl who is not much taller than a hobbit!" You slapped his shoulder in protest.

"Then why did you follow me in the first place?" you asked. "Are you kidding me? I was on my way back to you and I saw you leaving in the middle of the night! Of course I would follow you, something could've happened to you!" "You worry about me?" you whispered. You weren't used to this kind of affection. Long story. "Of course I do. Y/N, I love you! I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you!" Kíli said while he started stroking your hair. "We should get some sleep, you probably have another meeting tomorrow..." you sighed.

He picked you up and walked through the silent hallways to your chambers. You looked at his face and started laughing. "What?" he asked. "You look like one of those pirates from Bilbo’s stories!" you giggled when you looked at him and his black eye. "Oh, I'll show you what this pirate can do, kurduwê!" he growled while kicking the door open with his foot.

A/N: I’ll leave the rest to your imagination...

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[mrs-i-have-too-many-biases]

Eyes off the runway// Bang Chan

(before we do this, I honestly have no idea how fashion weeks work, so bear with me for the sake of this imagine <3)

Scenario: You and Chan accidentally made the runway seem a little less interesting as than it should be.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Female Reader X Bang Chan

Word count: 1,6K

You and your team had prepared for months to this moment. You were a youtuber and a selfmade millionaire who has a bestseller on many people’s shelves and a clothing line that most people nowadays had their closets filled with. 

Right now you were preparing for a red-carpet-like event in Seoul where you had the honour on releasing it in front of thousands of people who were watching the live-stream or those who were present in the audience. 

Your manager called you and told you to get ready to walk down the stairs. There were tons of photographers waiting and fans as well, ready to take their pictures of you. You’re not going to lie, you were nervous. But not for the paparazzi, but for those who were walking before you. 

Which were the three boys of Stray Kids, but one of them just made you more nervous in general: Bang Chan. He has a masculine vibe going on and he’s known as a serious and good leader, you were quite intimidated by him to say at least. Since you were someone who lead people as well, you felt like you had to live up to certain standards. 

And that’s all besides the fact that you were totally smitten for him and unfortunately for you, your teams knew it too.

“Don’t be scared Y/n, the worst thing that could happen is falling in front of Chan and make a fool out of yourself.” You stylist jokes whilst fixing the last things on your hair. 

“Not really helping the nerves.” You whined, making everyone around you laugh. They knew that you’re young and still trying to cope with your feelings, but they just thought it was so adorable that a strong, independent woman like you were so captivated by this one guy. 

“You will be fine.” She reassured you. 

“I guess, it’s not like I’m going to talk to him.”

“I mean probably not-”

“You know you’re seated next to him right?” You manager butted in with a smirk spread out on his face. Your shocked expression made the room laugh once again, making you whine. 

“Guys, I’m not prepared for this.”

“Well you better get ready, because it’s your time to shine in two minutes.

Your pink dress was a little over the top, Way over the top if they would ask you, but since you were the honour guest of the evening, you had to stand out a little. You were behind the big doors that made the place almost remind your of a palace you had seen in a movie when you were a child. 

You didn’t hear the man announce your name and you were a little jumpy when the doors opened. You straightened your posture and made your way down the stairs. The lights of the flashed were almost blinding and the screams and chants were deafening your ears. You waved to the fans and told the paparazzi that you were doing great when they asked how you were doing. 

You could see the three boys from the corner of your eyes, looking as handsome as ever, making your heart race as well.

‘Is my hair okay?’

‘Isn’t my makeup running?’

‘Oh my gosh I’m sweating.’

You were so absentminded that you didn’t notice that you were moving by yourself. Before you knew it, you heard people gasping as someone bumped against you. You snapped out of your trance and everything went so quick. You felt someone step on your dress and you felt arms around you.

When you opened your eyes, you were inches away from the man you have been crushing so hard on: Chan. You looked directly into his eyes and you were so confused at what just happened. 

Let’s see what the audience around you saw: Chan was minding his own business, looking at his members to see if Hyunjin wasn’t getting lost like he usually did. And as Chan was doing that he was unconsciously walking backwards, he suddenly felt a tug under his feet and Chan’s instincts seemed to kick in. And in a speed of light he turned around and saw you falling down, He tried to pull you back up, but instead, he fell down with you. He had snaked an arm around you, his hand behind your head to protect it and his other hand next to if to capture the fall.

The moments seemed like it was from a movie scene and the fans were all screaming their lungs out when they realised what happened. 

So right now, you were face to face with your crush, your heart racing but little did you know, so was his. 

“Hi.” You managed to say after minutes, that were in reality seconds, of silence.

“I’m- Oh my gosh I’m so sorry.” He repeated as he helped you up. 

“Y-You caught me.” You stuttered, still a little shaken up by the moment and embarrassed that this was how you met. You suddenly remember your managers words and you cringed to yourself. 

“I mean, I was the reason why you fell, so I guess yeah- I. I’m sorry I’m a little too embarrassed.” He laughed, making you laugh as well. The two of you looked at the crowd in front of you who were yelling at you and at the paparazzi who were immediately asking if the two of you were dating, because the two of you literally fell for each other. 

After saying your goodbyes real quick you almost ran back in embarresment to your manager. 

“That was so embarresing!” You whined as you got now ready for the runway. 

The look was way more subtle and you really loved it. It was something you could wear any time and you were glad that you weren’t wearing something so extravert that made everyone look at you. Even though you were a public figure, you didn’t want everybody’s eyes on you all the time. 

In the mean time, Chan was being teased by his members for his moment with you.

Little did you know that the mister Bang Chan had certain feelings for you as well.

“You just met her!” Hyunjin whisper yelled. Chan was still so embarrassed and now flustered as well, that his two younger members were teasing him for literally falling for you, again.

“Maybe this could be the start of something.” Hyunjin wiggled his eyebrow, receiving a soft shove from Chan who was absolutely done with everything and everyone. 

“This isn’t a Kdrama Jin.” Chan mumbled, whilst smiling like an idiot as a scene of you and him together played in his mind. Chan was relieved that Changbin and Jisung weren’t here right now, or they wouldn’t have let him live. Screw that, they probably won’t anyway since this will be all over the internet and Jeongin probably spammed the group-chat already with the news. 

Chan wouldn’t admit it, but he might be head over heals for you. He admired how hard working you were, how talented you were in so many things and how well you were at leading a big amount of people almost by yourself. 

You’re an independent woman and he loved how you were doing your own thing. Chan was a nervous wreck when he heard that you would be an honour guest at the event and he wanted to be at his best if he would be able to meet you.

He never would imagine that he was going to meet you like this, he just felt like a fool and hoped this went by quickly.

The boys and him were lead to their seats and he noticed a little sign saying ‘reserved’ on the chair next to him. He didn’t think too much of it and just focused his eyes on the runway. 

He had to admit, even though he wasn’t that much into fashion. He was very impressed by the creativity that was put into the clothes, they were unique but wearable for everyday clothing or special events.  

When all of the models had walked their moment on the runway, it was time for you to appear and do the honour round. 

Chan’s eyes were basically glued on you and he could feel the cameras being aimed at him, wanting a headline of his reaction to your clothing line. Who are we lying to, they wanted to see how Chan would be looking at you. And he didn’t help himself when he caught himself staring at her as she walked back and fort on the runway. 

He saw Hyunjin smirk next to him and he slightly poked Hyunjin, making the youngster smile. 

Chan’s breath was caught in his throat when he saw you walking towards him and he finally realised what was happening. The seat next to him was meant for you. 

He straightened his posture and smoothed out his clothes.

In the meantime you were mentally preparing yourself for being next to your crush once again. And sadly, before you knew it, one of the paparazzi made you trip right in front of the boys. 

Chan’s instincts kicked in once again and reached out for you, just to catch you and set you safely on his lap. Lights were flashing rapidly and the two of you were looking at each other in shocked, both of your cheeks heating up as his arms were still around you.

“Hello again.”

“H-hi.”

“Thanks for catching me again superman.” You chuckled as Chan set you down on your own seat. You couldn’t help but smile at each other at how cheesy this was. 

Chan couldn’t help but feel like this was indeed the start of something.

And so did the audience who’s eyes weren’t focused on the runway anymore.

Gifs aren’t mine.

This probably sucked but I liked the idea

[sam-winchesters-lost-shoe]

Day 10: Sam x Ruby

Ship: Sam x Human!Ruby

Trope: One of them becomes human

Mood: Hurt/Comfort

Words: 1.7K

Sam didn’t know that Dean and Bobby had managed to track down Ruby. He had no idea that they had found a way to turn her human with consecrated blood, either.

When they led him to the panic room beneath Bobby’s house where they had been keeping her, Sam refused to go until he got to talk to her. Dean and Bobby eventually agreed, letting him go inside and closing the door behind them so they could talk.

Ruby was sitting on the small cot when he walked in, getting to her feet the moment she saw him.

“Sam, I’m so sorry.”

“For what? You’re.....you’re human now.” Sam shook his head. Ruby held his hand and looked up at him with a shake of her head.

“Sam.....I used to be human. I can handle it, but.....I can’t give you blood anymore.”

“It’s fine, we’ll figure something else out.” He replied simply, but he could tell something was wrong by the look on her face. When he turned back around, Dean’s eyes met his through the small opening in the door.

“Sorry, Sam. She told us everything. We’re not letting you out of this room until you’re clean. No more demon blood, man. This is for your own good.”

“Dean, no.” Sam begged as realization set in. He ran over and pounded his fist on the metal door, but Dean only mumbled that he was sorry and turned to go with Bobby.

Sam turned to go sit with Ruby, shoulders slumped as both of them realized how miserable the next few days were going to be.

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About 24 hours later, Sam was pacing the room. He had started to go into serious withdrawal at this point, and the side effects were starting. He was shaking and his heart was racing, and all he wanted to do was punch the wall until he could get out and find another demon he could drain.

Ruby had tried to keep him calm, urging him to sit down and take a few breaths, but he couldn’t sit still. She tried once again to get him to sit down before he passed out, since he’d been freaking out and almost hyperventilating for hours.

She finally managed to force him to sit long enough to drink some water and eat a granola bar, but she refused to let him get back up. She managed to eventually convince him to lay down, threading her fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him down.

Luckily, it worked, and it didn’t take long for his feverish body to fall asleep.

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Sam had been hallucinating for hours now. Ruby had been trying to cool him down by wetting a washcloth that Dean had provided, but he continued to sweat profusely and writhe around on the cheap mattress that seemed far too small for his frame.

He was mumbling nonsense, his eyes darting around beneath his eyelids. Ruby wasn’t sure why she was so scared for Sam in all honestly. Maybe it was that she was feeling actual emotions for the first time in......well, a really long time. She couldn’t believe it, but....she was actually kind of scared for him.

That was when another hallucination seemed to hit and Sam shot up off the bed. His eyes were bloodshot and wide open as he shakily clambered up.

“Sam. Sam, it’s just me!” Ruby tried to calm him down and got to her feet with her palms up defensively. His chest heaved as he looked around the room frantically. It was like he didn’t know where he was.

“Sam. Look at me.” Ruby continued and gently put a hand on his arm. He jumped and looked down at her, his eyes not exactly seeming to register that it was her. He put a hand on his chest like he couldn’t breathe, panicked eyes finally locking onto Ruby’s.

“Breathe.” She instructed calmly. She took a few deep breaths as if she was teaching him how, and Sam tried to copy her. He took a few shaky inhales and let it out, but it didn’t seem to be helping at all as he continued to panic.

“Sam, you have to calm down.” Ruby instructed. Her voice grew a bit firmer this time, and Sam did his best to steady his breathing, but nothing seemed to be working. His eyes glossed over and he seemed to almost dissociate with reality.

“Sam?”

Ruby tried calling his name, but he didn’t even notice. Sam’s eyes rolled back and his legs gave out beneath him. He fell to the ground and landed on his side, already beginning to seize.

“DEAN!” Ruby screamed. She had no idea what to do with the man spasming on the floor in front of her. She sank to her knees next to him and tried to use her hand to stop his head from hitting the concrete floor. Sam continued to seize, only the whites of his eyes visible beneath his fluttering eyelids.

“DEAN!”

Two sets of footsteps thundered down the stairs and to the door. There was a mumbled “shit” and the metal door swung open quickly. Dean was beside them a moment later with Bobby at his shoulder.

“What the hell happened?” Dean demanded. As he forced Sam onto his back. The younger man’s legs continued to kick and twitch, his hair falling haphazardly onto his face with each spasm.

“I.....I don’t know....” Ruby shook her head. Dean undid his belt and looped it in his hands before fitting it in Sam’s mouth to keep him from biting his tongue.

Bobby mentioned something about tying him down, but both Ruby and Dean were too focused on Sam to really make out what he was saying. Seizures were terrifying enough when they happened normally, but one that was a side-effect of demon blood withdrawal was uncharted territory. There were a few moments where all three of them could hardly hold him down, and it only panicked them more.

Eventually Bobby got the two of them to snap out of the worries and help him get Sam onto the cot. They managed to do it, hauling him over carefully before strapping him down. His seizing had begun to calm down at this point, but Dean was still panicking inside. The only outlet he had for his emotions was Ruby, who was watching Sam just as intently as she was.

He turned and grabbed her by the front of the shirt, slamming her against the wall behind them. Her head snapped back and cracked against the metal, and she wasn’t expecting it to hurt that much. She wasn’t expecting it to hurt at all, actually, after being a demon for so long.

“This is all your fault!” Dean spat in her face. “I should kill you right here and now.”

He dug out a blade from his pocket before holding it against her throat menacingly.

“Dean, I’m sorry, I didn’t know this would happen to him.” Ruby started, only to be cut off by Dean again.

“That’s bullshit! You’re the one that did this to him, now you tell us how to fix it!”

“There isn’t exactly a handbook on demon blood junkies, Dean! I don’t want this any more than you do!”

Ruby was sure that he was going to kill her then and there. He raised the knife as if he was going to drive it into her chest when there was a pained groan from behind them.

“Sam...” Ruby mumbled. Her heart ached as she watched him over Dean’s shoulder. The spams has finally stopped, but now it seemed like he was having another nightmare.

“Dean, let me help him...”

The older brother thought for a second before grunting and letting her go. He looked over at Sam on the mattress while Ruby went to wet another cloth and resume her pattern of attempting to cool his forehead. Dean and Bobby watched her work, seeing how Sam actually did seem to relax a bit under her touch. She brushed his hair out of his eyes and removed the leather belt from his mouth before handing it back to Dean. She then sat back down and resumed her work with the washcloth, completely ignoring the looks from the other two men in the room.

Dean took the belt back silently and took a step towards his brother. Sam was still feverish and sweaty, tending his fist inside the restraints every once in a while, but when he did Ruby would put a hand on his cheek and he would seem to calm down again. Dean kneeled on the opposite side of the cot that ruby was on, putting a hand on Sam’s shoulder before addressing her.

“Listen, I just......i don’t understand. Why do you care? I mean......you were a fricking demon, Ruby. Why are you taking care of him?”

She frowned and paused, holding the washcloth above the bucket and avoiding eye contact as she thought about her answer.

“I.......I guess I feel guilty. I don’t know, I haven’t felt anything in a long time, but.....you’re right. This is my fault, and I feel bad about it.”

She resumed the action of dipping the cloth into the bucket and then wringing it out while Dean got to his feet. He didn’t say anything after that, just walked over to the door with Bobby with tired eyes. They slowly left when they were sure Sam was okay for now, closing the door behind them and trudging upstairs.

She would never tell both of them that part of the reason she cared so much was the warmth in her chest when she was around Sam. She might’ve been doing everything for her own personal gain, and to break the final seal, but now that she had actually gotten to know Sam she regretted it all.

She loved him.

She just hadn’t realized it until she became human. When she was actually able to have feelings, and that voice in the back of her head that was constantly telling her to hurt people had finally gone quiet.

She huffed a quiet sigh and continued wiping Sam down with the cool water, pausing every now and then to press a kiss against his forehead.

[drpsyche]

A Man, A Sword, and A Grill

My entry into the Webcomic Review’s writing contest.

My name is Bill, I like to grill. I work as a trucker, transporting goods all across the 43 States of America; naturally I keep a barbecue grill in the back of my cab. I’ve grilled a lot things over my life time: steak flank, salmon, chicken gizzards, portobello mushrooms, and various cuts of sirloin. In many ways, grilling is how the world makes sense to me. Gives me a purpose; a goal to strive for. There’s a lot of moving parts to a good meal: how much you tenderize the meet, how hot the grill is, what the marinade is, how long the meat is soaked, how much attention you gave it on the fire. Slip up and your meat is too bland, or cooked unevenly, or, god help me, well done.

 I shudder at the recollection of the times I failed the meat that was put in front of me. It was as if I was disrespecting the very memory of the beast who’s meat I was trying to cook. I resolve to be better, always.

 A year ago I travelled to Hawaii. Even then you could see the tension in the people and feel the apprehension in the air. I had gone on a journey to better understand the secrets of kalbi, meat jun, kalua pork, and other dishes; a unique product from the diverse local culture. I visited a swap meet at the local stadium and it was there I was enchanted by a beautiful blade. It was the Kitsune-Neko Katana; a sword forged in the fires of Glorious Nippon, adorned with a cute Hello-Kitty phone charm bought from a since closed local Sanrio store. I was told that the sword would aide me in a time of strife. I bought it, intending for it to be an ancestral weapon passed through my family for generations to come… I just need to have kids first.

 Sadly my time in Hawaii was short. After learning the secrets to kalbi I was forced to flee. The Spam shortages had grown too great and society finally broke down. Hawaii became the 7th state to become uninhabitable as the fighting escalated. I miss Hawaii and its sunny beaches, blue skies, the Walmart so callously built on sacred burial grounds, and its coffee.

 I carry the sword with me wherever I go. Now, I am in Montana assisting in an illegal maple Syrup smuggling operation. Our neighbors north of the border have produced a tremendous amount of that stuff and the dry pancakes of America scream out in thirst. I am doing my part in dodging the unethical syrup tariffs by hauling dozens of pallets of the stuff disguised as liquor. Unfortunately for me, the syrup put me in the crosshairs of some less than reputable company. I often catch a glimpse of them in my side mirrors. Like the Sandworms of Arrakis seeking out the Spice, so too did the Syrup attract the beasts of Canada, the Moose.

 I’d counted at least five of them, massive creatures with horrifying horns protruding from their heads and murder in their eyes. They were weaving in and out of the forest waiting for me to tire, then they’d strike. You could hit one of them with a car at full speed and it would walk away from the accident but you wouldn’t. Three Syrup Smugglers had fallen prey to moose attacks; their thirst was that great. More and more of them were spreading; some travelled by land to America, others swam to Europe. We originally thought they were from Canada but now it seems likely they came from another place all together. Somewhere further north than any point on the globe. I grab my trusty samurai sword. Perhaps today would be the day that it tasted blood.

 As I slow to take a turn, one moose springs from the forest to sprint down the road towards me; seven others join. I accelerate but they are gaining rapidly. I update HQ on my radio but they are too far to offer me any assistance. I am on my own it seems. The moose’s run into each other, their flesh twisting and oozing as they combine. The moose’s have formed an eldritch horror that locks 17 eyes on my truck and pursues me on nine-legs. I increase speed; it’s dangerous to go this fast with such heavy cargo. The AmalgaMoose is almost upon me and it’s clear that speed will not save me.

 I glance down at Hello Kitty, her vacant yet always happy eyes inspire confidence within me that I can win this fight. I think of all the meat I’ve grilled, all the dishes I’ve eaten… I’ve never had moose. I hit the breaks and the AmalgaMoose crashes into my trailer. It’s disturbing crown of horns rends through the metal, but the force from the crash snaps several of its bones. The truck swerves off the road and crashes into the forest.

 The thick delicious contents of my cargo leak out onto the grass a symbolic form of blood from my fallen truck. I lay in my overturned cab, bleeding from a wound near my hairline. The creature removes its head from the twisted wreck of the back of my trailer, losing a few antlers in the process. It opens its 5 mouths and sends out 12 tongues into the illegal syrup; hungrily drinking its ill-gotten gains.

 I open my glove compartment and withdraw some bandages and a bottle of barbecue sauce. After tending my wounds, I kick open the door and extract myself from the cab. I jump to the ground on shaky legs and face the beast down. It looks at me with 13 undamaged eyes as I unsheathe the Kitsune-Neko Katana. The barbecue sauce (a concoction of my own making) hangs from my belt via cord. It’s a silent taunt to my enemy, one that it knows the meaning of:

 “I will kill and eat you.”

 Its shape morphs and flows as it gets into a defensive stance. I shift my weight and stand ready to strike. I feel nothing but contempt for this monster. When it’s dead I will bust the grill out from the back of my cab and I will cook its meat until it is thick and tough. It will be the final act of disrespect for this foul creature.

 The Moose tenses its legs and shifts its horns so they all face their repulsive edges towards me. I glance from its feet to its face and back to its feet again. It springs forward and I do the same; Kitsune-Neko is by my side, my guiding light.

 My name is Bill and by God am I gonna grill.

[aweirdkindofyellow]

The Royal Invitation, Pt. 13

Aerowyn Matilde George Rothchester might seem like a very long name, but it definitely is not for a royal in the Kingdom of Dalewin.

After her grandfather, the beloved king, passed away, Aerowyn (also known as Winny) is called back from her art school in New York. She’s thrown back into her royal duties, expected to know what to do.

But with the Royal advisor on tour with the new king, Winny is left to figure things out with his stepson. The only problem, he has no idea what he’s doing, after all he’s only the lead singer in a band.

Co-written story with @scream-tears.

Chapter 13

Winny's POV:

"So, you're telling me you've never even heard of that movie?" Alex's eyes practically bulged out of his head, judging me to a full extent, as we entered through the hotel's sliding doors.

"Well, I'm sorry," I defended, putting my hands up slightly, "I actually had better stuff to do back in my teenage years. You know, like learning how to rule a country."

"Oh, okay, sure, show off," he shot back with a laugh.

I was about to respond when my eyes fell on somebody else. Right behind the reception was the hotel's bar. There were a few people scattered about on other tables, but there was a single person actually sitting at the bar and having a drink. I could immediately recognise his dark hair and body shape. Why he was all alone over there, I did not know. But there was a plan brewing in my head. We had one short night in this hotel, and I would be damned if I didn't take the chance and meet up with Jack.

Alex and I went straight to the elevator. He didn't even seem to notice Jack. I didn't really mind, though, it only meant that I could carry out my plan without the thought of Alex knowing in the back of my mind. We left the elevator when it got to the right floor and started walking down the hallway to our rooms. Coincidentally, mine was the closest one.

"So..." I whistled as we got to my room, pulling out my keycard and putting my hand on the door handle.

"Yeah..." he nodded back, his own hands in his back pockets. "Are you enjoying yourself so far?"

"Definitely. I'm still so grateful that you offered to take me and convinced everybody else to let me go," I thanked him.

"It was necessary," he countered, brushing off my graciousness.

"Well, I'll be going to bed then," I said, hoping to hurry this along a little bit. I didn't want to come downstairs just for Jack to have disappeared.

"We don't have to cut the evening off here," Alex offered, crossing his arms over his chest. "We could go back to my room and watch a movie."

I tried to soften the way I declined. "I don't know..."

"I'll even let you choose the movie," he tried to convince me.

"I'm actually really tired." I made up an excuse.

"I don't mind if you fall asleep in my room."

"Really, I think I'd much rather go to bed now. Sleep in a proper bed for a night, you know, not surrounded by boys." It was a complete lie of what I actually wanted to do. Alex's face dropped, however, and I didn't want to upset him. "But we can definitely watch one back on the bus at some point."

"Are you sure?" He tried one last time. "It's a once in a lifetime offer."

"Next time," I insisted.

"Okay, then. But I'll still see you tomorrow morning, right?"

"That's why you should let me get some sleep now."

"Alright, goodnight then, Winny," he smiled.

"Goodnight, Alex," I waved back as he walked down the hallway to his room still looking back at me.

As soon as he turned around, I rushed into my bedroom. Although I never had made any particular effort around Jack before, I definitely was going to put a bit more into it this time. I threw off the gray graphic tee I had been wearing, but kept on the ripped jean shorts. To make it even easier, I quickly snapped off my bra and started scouring through the clothes in my bag. Eventually, I pulled out a loose black tank top that tied together at the front, exposing my midriff. Technically, it was still too cold for that, and I usually would never wear it without a little support, but I decided to go against all of that tonight and put it on anyway.

Once I left my room, I double checked to see if anybody I knew was in the hallway. When I was sure that it was completely empty, I jogged up to the elevator and spammed the button. It had been quite a while since I saw Jack down there, I didn't want to miss him. Luckily for me, he was still sitting on the same barstool. I shook out my hair a little and walked up, sliding in the chair next to him.

"Oh, hi!" He grinned when he saw it was me, his gaze briefly lingering down before rapidly breaking away.

I propped my elbow on the bar and leaned softly against my hand. "What are you doing here, drinking all by yourself?"

"You and Alex were out for dinner, Zack's at the gym, Rian's gone to bed to call his girlfriend. I was hoping somebody would like to join me here, but this place is full of dudes." He looked around the room, as did I. It literally was just small groups of men, and if there was a woman, they were obviously there with a significant other.

"I'm not a guy," I smirked.

He looked pretty pleased. "I know."

The bartender came up to me and asked what I wanted. I ordered a double whiskey. Something about who I was and the legal age of drinking being lower in Dalewin left me with quite the acquired taste for some alcohol. My grandpa always used to drink whiskey in his library, it was only natural that I inherited that. Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy my cheap vodka on nights out in New York, but this was different. And it seemed to impress Jack, which was a huge plus.

"You know, something doesn't sit right with me," Jack spoke up, still eyeing me sensually. "How have you not been swooned by Alex yet?"

"First of all," I held up one finger, "I work with him, it's weird. Second of all," I held up another, "I can't say he didn't try in the very beginning, but I choose who I sleep with, not some guy."

"Ah." He nodded in understanding, taking a sip of his own drink. "So, what does a guy have to do to convince you."

"It's not so much a matter of convincing rather than first impressions."

"Did I make a good first impression?"

"Hmm..." I faked that I was thinking deeply. "You definitely made an impression."

"And there's nothing I can do to change your mind?" He continued to look at me with a smirk.

"You don't have to change my mind," I simpered back, bringing my glass to my lips and taking a sip.

It wasn't long until Jack and I were on our way back up to our floor. We went straight to his room, running past both mine and Alex's. As soon as we entered and the door closed behind us, I pulled Jack close to me until I was leaning against the wall. His breath hit my face as he looked down at me, investigating the distance between my eyes and my lips.

I waited for him to make the next move, but was too impatient. My hands were already on the back of his neck. All I had to do was move my arms a little closer and he moved along. When our lips were almost grazing, our oxygen being shared I realised exactly what he was doing. His expectant eyes were waiting to see just how far I'd take it. But two could play that game. I returned the favour of teasing, going in and almost making contact, just to fall back the tiniest bit. It didn't take long to turn him insane. He finally went for it, and he didn't hold back. His hands were pulling me closer by the waist while his lips pushed in the other direction. The stubble on his chin and jaw scratched roughly at my skin, but I didn't mind one bit.

It was only seconds later when he started tugging at the tanktop I had only put on thirty minutes before. He moved away just a slither and I raised my arms to let him take the fabric off my body. It was barely covering anything in the first place, but Jack still seemed to get excited at the new sight. He looked down briefly before connecting his lips to the side of my neck, touching my chest in ways I had been dreaming of for a while now.

Everything was so fast-paced and lustful. It hadn't even been a minute and Jack already started fondling with the button of my shorts. Before it was over too quickly, I stopped him, moving his hands back up to my waist. While it could have been taken as a rejection, I quickly interjected with my own want for less clothes. I gave a hard tug on his t-shirt, motioning that I thought it was very unfair. Jack understood the sign, breaking away to practically rip his shirt off.

Immediately after, we were kissing again. It felt nice finally being able to touch him without clothes there to be in the way. Jack must have felt the same way, he was slowly, subconsciously or not, leading us further away from the door. My back was still pressed up against the wall every step of the way up until the back of my legs hit the cold edge of the desk. That's when I decided to pull off my shorts, kicking them off, and getting to work on Jack's jeans.

But I didn't get to finish. Suddenly, he had his hands on the back of my thighs and had lifted me up on the desk. He was sucking on my neck when his fingers hooked onto my panties and shuffled them down my legs. One second he was there, taking care of my top half, the next he had dropped down and his head was between my legs. An unforeseen thrill ran through my entire body when his lips made contact with me.

–––––

I laid next to Jack, taking a second to let my heart calm down. His arm was underneath my head as we both stared up at the ceiling taking everything that had just happened. My mind was blank and racing at the same time. It was like I was supposed to be overthinking things and regretting it, but I really wasn't. Everything was just powered by the extreme high I just came down from.

I probably just laid there, doing nothing for quite a long time. But Jack was doing the same exact thing. Eventually, I sat up and looked around at the room, trying to spot where all my clothes were. My shirt was just a few feet away from the door, my panties at the desk, and my shorts at the foot of the bed. I got up and started to put everything on again.

"Leaving so soon?" Jack turned on his side to watch me.

"I'll fall asleep if I stay any longer," I chuckled and shuffled on my shorts, buttoning it up.

"That isn't all so bad." He propped himself up on his elbow, not even caring that literally everything was still on display.

I picked up my shirt and pulled it over my head. "Yeah, but Alex will be knocking at my door at eight, it's going to take a lot of explaining if I'm not there... especially after I blew him off and said I was going to bed."

"Hmm." He nodded, his eyes still on me. "You and Alex... you don't have a thing, right?"

"No," I shook my head and put my hair up in a ponytail, "why?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. I asked him as well, just checking."

"He's just one of the only people I can bear to work with. We've become friends over time as well."

"Is it that bad?" He laughed, rolling over onto his stomach now.

"It actually isn't that bad," I admitted. Afterall, it literally was my life. "Anyway, speaking of things..." I gestured between me and him.

He sucked in a sharp breath. "Right..."

"I'm going to be honest, I'm not looking for a relationship right now."

"Thank god, me too." He brushed his fingers through his hair.

"Although, this doesn't have to be a one time thing if we can keep it under wraps."

"I wouldn't be against that." He wiggled his eyebrows. "But I can't promise the setting of a nice hotel bed."

"I don't need one." I winked and finally left his room to go back to mine.

[channy-mae]

All My Love

You were warm whenever you were with him, his everything made you smile and feel joy. Why wouldn’t it? Your forever and only one, Jaebum, who loved you just as much as you clearly loved him. His smile, his laugh, even his breath all belonged to you, which of course made you the happiest girl in the world. You sigh in contentment behind your mask when you spot Jaebum walking out of his dorm laughing with the other members. While you loved him with all your heart you hated these games he was currently playing. How could he just avoid you and ignore you! He didn’t even want to see you, or be seen with you lately. “We should hit up that new bar that opened up, it’s low-key so a bunch of people don’t know about it yet.” you over hear BamBam tell the others as they pass by you. You make a quick mental note to look into the place as soon as you get home, as you stare longingly after JB’s back, he didn’t even spare you a passing glance. You go home after being able to see him for the day, mildly upset but with a set plan to confront him about his actions at the club. Taking out your phone you shoot him a quick text, hoping that he’d reply.

“Hey, I don’t know what I did wrong or why you’re just plain avoiding me but can this end. I hate what this is doing to our relationship! I love you so much!”

You press send and it sits with the other read and ignored messages you sent him, you sit and stare at the screen, waiting for the read receipt. 30 minutes passed while you sat there, unmoving determined to see if he reads it, finally you see the receipt and like always there isn’t an answer. Rolling your eyes at the childlike behavior Jaebum was displaying you get ready for the club. You put on the sexiest dress you owned, paired with sleek black stilettos, after doing your makeup everything about you screamed perfect. If this doesn’t make him stop acting finicky then you don’t know what you’d do. Finding your way to the club was easy, getting in was easier it was like Bam had said, so low-key there was barely a line for waiting to get in, and finding a already semi-wasted Jaebum was the easiest thing to happen all day. Strutting up to him you plop down in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’ve missed you baby.” you pout and bat your eyelashes. Jaebum just sits there and doesn’t respond to you. “Uh, excuse me, but who are you?” you turn your head towards Mark who was standing a bit too close for comfort. Ignoring him in favor of JB who remained quiet, you hug him tighter and nuzzle into his neck. That seemed to snap him from whatever daze he was in and he pushed you off of him onto the ground.

“What! Are you really going to do this right now!” you glare up at him, pissed he dared to push you. “I told you to stop following me around!” He stands up and backs away from you, the others stand by him as if they were going to protect him from you. “I stopped being so clingy baby, truly!” you whine, slowly standing up and brushing yourself off. When you look up after checking your dress they were walking away, rather quickly, and were almost out the door. Huffing you rush after them to catch up before they were able to get him away from you. “Stop!” you reach forward to grab his arm, but he rips away from you and they get out the door with you close behind. “Are you honestly going to run from me….from us?” you stomp your foot. It was getting older outside since the temperature was dropping, a slight chill makes it way through you as you wait for a response. You don’t get one since they keep walking like you didn’t even open your mouth. You run as fast as you can to get in front of them, seeing Mark hang up his cell phone quickly. “Who did you just call?” you growl at him. Jaebum steps forward and blocks your view of Mark and some of the others. “Listen, just stop please, following me around, sending me your underwear and sometimes blood soaked pads in the mail, spamming me with phone calls and messages, it’s madness.” you couldn’t believe your ears. How could he say these things, how could your perfect and amazing boyfriend let those words come from his lips so easily.

“They told you to say that didn’t they! You know your members have never liked me!” you spit at him, pointing to the bastards behind him. “You love me! YOU LOVE ME!” you shriek and stomp your feet, beyond angry at this situation. You were drawing attention from people around you, and soon a mini crowd formed an arc around you all. Tears were forming in your eyes, you couldn’t understand why this was happening. Was he really trying to break up with you? Jaebum puts his hands up in and effort to calm you down when you stepped towards him. Sirens rip through the air, getting closer. “You called the cops on me!” You shout and take another step forward. You trip over your your heels and collapse onto the ground, Jaebum and the others take this opportunity to go around you and run across the street. Hot white rage filled you, it blinded you of anything that wasn’t the root of your problems. They were keeping Jaebum from you, that was the only explanation behind his actions, staggering up you kick off your heels and run into the street.

JB’s POV

I turn around to see that crazy sasaeng getting off the ground and running into the street. Just as I was about to tell the guys to run, the police flew around the corner. It was like the world slowed down, the cars drove up and crashed right into her. I saw her body fly in the air and smack the pavement when it came back down. The sound was sickening, bile rose from my stomach and I vomited all the contents of my stomach onto the pavement at my feet. I could hear the others making gagging sounds behind me as well, when I glanced back up, the two officers bypass us and rush to her, all I see is one of them put his hand on her and look at the other. He didn’t open his mouth to say a word, just simply shook his head.

[leswansong]

Marichat May - Kitty Cats & Ballet Shoes

Day One: No Powers

[ A03 ]

Marinette chalked her ballet shoe’s and waited stage side for her name to be called, she anxiously bounced in place, every little noise was magnified with her tightened senses. She tried to calm herself down, singing a little tune counting to one hundred, nothing seemed to work. The solo she was about to perform replayed itself in her head, she was relying on it to win her the lead role, this was everything she had been working towards since the young age of twelve. She had had lead roles in other productions before but this… this was a major role, this was for the chance to play ‘Clara’ in the Christmas production. Marinette wanted this role, she wanted it more than anything else in the world.

Her eyes flicked down to her shoes, she groaned and walked back over to chalk her shoes again, her constant movement had shaken her last dusting off.

She held her breath but let it go when someone else’s name was called, she rolled her eyes in boredom, they landed on the huge shadow being cast on the ceiling, she traced it to the source only to find nothing there but she knew someone was there she could feel their eyes. She kept her eyes train on the spot in where she thought the person was as she slowly backed away from the stage, her footfalls were silent as she climbed the steps towards them. She intended to cut them off in the hall leading to the dressing rooms but they caught her first, strong arms wrapped their way around her waist, she let out a yelp in surprise and one of the hands flew up to her mouth silencing her.

She struggled, kicking her legs and pushing on the arms in an attempt to free herself but the person's grip was tight and didn’t budge. Marinette couldn’t deny how terrified she felt in that moment, she tried to bite the gloved leather fingers around her mouth as he dragged her down the hall to a small broom closet. She fought to stay out of that room but he was stronger, her pointed shoes collided with the wooden door frame and she pushed against it trying to send her attacker into the shelving on the wall behind them, he let out a grunt when he collided. Her fighting back didn’t deter him, it just made him hold onto her a lot tighter. Her heart raced, she was panicking, she was about to die that's what her mind screamed. If by some odd chance she survived, she tried to commit everything about him to memory, his gloves and jacket was some sort of leather it didn’t feel like the real leather, his zipper on that ‘leather’ jacket was round and made of metal, it jingled every time she brushed against it in her struggle. He stunk of camembert cheese and there was also a slight hint of aftershave.

Something sharp dug into her sides, she whimpered at the sudden pain, he seemed to notice that and release his grip on her slightly. She used that to her advantage and stopped her struggle against him and he loosened his grip even more, he let go of her waist to try and close the door and she elbowed him in the side feeling bone collide with bone, he sucked in air through gritted teeth in pain. She pushed against him clambering for the door, her attacker recovered quickly, cut her off and slammed the door in front of her. She screamed when the room was plunged into darkness, his hand instantly found her mouth again and her screams were muffled.

Her back met a cold bricked wall of the small broom closet, tears fell freely down her face, she was now truly trapped and the moment she accepted that she felt herself ease. Her breathing levelled out and her heart rate slowed back to its normal speed, she stopped fighting and relinquished control, she became limp in the stranger's arms. His hand was removed from her mouth, the temptation to scream had long since died, she stayed perfectly still using the shelving to her left to support her weight.

“Well aren’t you a pretty one,” his voice was surprisingly sweet, “how did you see me up in the rafters?”

“What do you want?” she asked getting straight to the point and ignoring his question.

“’Le Grande Gazelle Blanche.’”

The name rang a bell, “the necklace?” she queried.

“Yep,” he replied popping the ‘p’, “the one and only, do you know where they keep it?”

She rolled her eyes, “why would I know?”

He chuckled, “A pretty ballerina like you-“ a gloved finger ran across her jawline, she shivered in disgust, “-most certainly knows.”

She rolled her eyes again, of course, he thought flirting with her would get him somewhere but boy was he wrong, “try again,” she replied, “I’m a student, there is no way they would let me see that thing and besides you and I know it only comes out once a year for Christmas and the last time I checked Christmas is six months away.”

“A smart ballerina too,” he commented.

“Anything else?” she snapped.

“All work and no play for you.”

“What do you want,” she repeated.

“Nothing.”

“Then why am I still trapped in a broom cupboard,” she asked raising an eyebrow.

He let out a small laugh, “how about I ask the questions hmm?”

She sighed and reluctantly nodded her head.

“Have you seen my face?” he asked.

She frowned at his question but shook her head forgetting they were in complete darkness, she opened her mouth to say no but he spoke first.

“Good, then I don’t see why we can’t come to an arrangement.”

“And that is?”

“I let you leave here unharmed and you-“ his hands found themselves on the wall beside her, “-you tell no one about our little chat.”

“And if I don’t.”

“Then my little ballerina, you may just find yourself in quite a lot of trouble.”

“Is-Is that a threat,” she stuttered.

“Yes, yes it is, now do we have a deal?”

She paused to think it through, she swallowed the ball of saliva that had built up in her mouth. Closing her eyes she nodded her head once again forgetting that he couldn’t see her in the dark room.

“Good, now keep your eyes closed and count to twenty, when you open them I shall be gone and you can go back to try out for that role you want,” his feet shuffle across the room towards the door, “and sorry my ballerina but you sadly won’t get that role. Start counting,” he commanded.

She bit back her anger at his words but followed his command, “1… 2… 3… 4…”

Her ears picked up on the sound of the wooden door being opened, she continued her counting out loud, he had paused at the door, her mind told her it was to get one last look at her before walking out and closing the door behind him.

“9… 10… 11…” she slowly stopped her counting.

Her hands felt along the wall heading towards the door looking for the light switch, light flooded the room revealing the mess her struggle had caused. She sighed and her eyes fell onto her tutu, it had been ripped and bent in ways that she had never thought possible, it was ruined. Her hair that had once been tied in a neat bun was most likely a mess now with strands of it falling down onto her face. A few tears dripped down her face as she set about fixing the mess she had caused, the strangers words stuck with her, it had crushed her to hear such words and sadly some small part of her believed them, no, she couldn’t think like that, her ripped outfit could easily be fixed with one trip to her small dressing room.

Marinette picked up the last mop and lent it against the wall. She opened the door and peaked out onto the corridor to find it completely empty so she stepped out into it. She quickly slipped her pointed shoes off and ran down the hall towards her dressing room.

She pressed her back against her closed wooden dressing room door, it was if she had just locked out all the noise and self-doubt. Her mind was free to process what had just happened to her, she pulled her spare skirt out of the wardrobe and replaced the ripped one she was wearing for it. She wondered if she should tell her dance teacher about the strange man, the turn woman was someone that wouldn’t believe her but it was worth a shot. Marinette fixed her hair tucking the loose strands back into the tight bun, she reapplied the small amount of makeup she had originally put on and ran back to the stage. She hoped no one had noticed that she had been gone for the five to ten minutes it had taken her to return, she re-chalked her pointed shoes. Something within her told her to look back up to the spot she had originally seen the stranger, he was back up there watching her, she ignored him to wait only for her name not to be called.

The judges congratulated everyone then disappeared out of the seated audience to discuss their choices on who would play the lead role.

Marinette never felt so angry before, she had never missed an audition before and the one time she did it was because she let her stupid curiosity get the better of her. She kept her composure all the way up until she closed the door of her dressing room, angrily she pulled off her pointe shoes and tossed them into her gym bag along with everything else she didn’t need. She ripped her jacket out of her bag and pulled it over her arms, it was going to be a cold walk back to her small two bedroom apartment but she reckoned her anger would keep her warm enough for her to reach home.

She avoided the other auditioners gazes as she exited the opera house, she kept her head buried in her phone. Alya, her best friend, had spammed her phone with text messages trying to find out if she had gotten the role, Marinette spared the girl all of the details and just told her that she didn’t get it, she swore that sometimes Alya was more upset at her not getting roles than she was at times.

Marinette put on her best smile to try and distract herself from the crushing disappear within, her anger had mostly subsided, she was still most definitely pissed at the stranger but she more pissed at herself. Her ex, Luka, had described her as a roller coaster of emotions, it had its highs and lows, its twists and turns and at times was unpredictable and went off the rails at times. Her mind wandered back to the guitarist, if she had the strength she would kick and scream at herself for even think of him after what had happened but right now she didn’t have the mental fortitude to argue with herself. She allowed herself to get wrapped up in the warm rose coloured glasses of the past, memories of time spent on his families houseboat and her own parents bakery, she smiled as the many times he snuck into her old dance studio with flowers flooded back to her, she couldn’t deny how much she missed him.

Slipping the key into the lock she opened the door to her apartment, she flicked the light on and stared at the dreary apartment she called home, she sighed in disgust and slammed the door shut behind her. Throwing her gym bag onto her sofa she made her way to her small kitchenette, the cheap bottle of wine she had bought the night before sat on the counter, she had originally bought in to celebrate whether she won or not but right now she felt like downing the entire bottle. She peeled the cheap plastic seal off and twisted it open, she didn’t bother with letting it breathe or with a glass. Marinette never liked the taste of cheap wine but it was all she could afford, she downed a quarter of the bottle in one go not caring about alcohol poisoning.

She sat down in front of her small blank tv, she hated how her life had turned out, she had expected to be a lot further along in her dancing career and not where she was right now. She had believed every little lie her dance instructors had told her, companies would do anything to hire her, the usual lies they told a twelve-year-old girl so that her parents would continue to pay for the lessons, how could she be so gullible.

She downed another mouth full of wine, she didn’t drink often so she already felt the buzz, reluctantly she put the lid on the bottle. Although heartbroken she still was a struggling dance student and needed to be on time for an 8 am class. She placed the half drunk bottle of wine back on the kitchen countertop as she passed by it to her bedroom. She tossed the clothes she was wearing aside before slipping into her cold lonely double bed. The springs creaked as she settled onto the uncomfortable mattress, she looked at the time on her phone one last time before tossing it across the room onto a stray pile of clothing.

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[thatlesbiannudistcult-stories]

Finding Goddess (Chapter 13)

Breakfast was always best when it was eaten with Carol. Not because she was the best cook or anything, but for the simple reason that Katherine was being served by her surrogate mommy! Seeing the older woman roam around the kitchen, pulling various things out of the fridge and cupboards and mixing them together over a hot stove turned her on in more ways than one. Especially since Carol did it wearing nothing but an apron. Seeing her breasts jiggle against the cloth like they were trying to break free while the raven-headed woman's bare butt peaked out adorably from behind was unbelievably sexy. Katherine couldn't imagine anything more mom-like if she tried!

It was enough to make her sigh as she stepped out of the apartment and into her car. She didn't want to go to work. She wanted to stay with her naked mommy, have some more fun with her, marvel at her beautiful body, just for a little while longer. Fate robbed her of the opportunity to spend any quality time with her biological mother; why couldn't she spend all the time she wanted to with her sexy fake mother? Speaking of which, said sexy fake mother was exiting the apartment, no doubt to head out for work herself. She looked the part; her hair was neatly combed, her face was done up, and she had her purse and her briefcase in her hands. The only thing she didn't have were her clothes. She had walked outside stark naked! Katherine completely blanched. What is she...how did...her naked problem! It must be kicking in again! "Mom, Carol, wait!" Katherine shouted as she flung her door open. It was too late. Carol had already slammed her own shut and was pulling out of her building's meager parking lot. Katherine had to act fast! She was parked on the other side of the street opposite her lover's place. If she ran quick enough, maybe, just maybe she could slam into Carol's car and get her attention. Unfortunately, she wasn't quick enough. By the time the black girl's foot hit the sidewalk, Carol was already on the road and zooming away, her car rapidly disappearing over the horizon. Putting more and more distance between her and her clothes. Katherine had to admit, the idea of Carol driving around town and going to work in the buff was really hot! Who knows just how many people's days she would make stepping into the office bouncing breasts first? But...more likely than not, she would just get arrested if she did that. And fired! And Katherine couldn't let that happen, not to her mommy! She whipped out her phone and began texting furiously. She had to tell Carol, had to warn her! Calling her would be better, but knowing the nudist woman, she wouldn't answer it in the car. She was too responsible like that. So Katy did the next best thing: she spammed her girlfriend with messages! 'mom ur naked' 'get dressed' 'hurry' 'gr8 ass btw' Hopefully, the constant stream of alerts would get Carol's attention before she got out of her car and exposed herself to everyone. Because if they didn't... Katherine jumped. She thought she heard a loud screech off in the distance. It sounded like some kind of screaming machine. Or some kind of screaming person. She couldn't be sure. Maybe it was both; a screaming robot person. That would be something. The roaring hum of rolling tires and panicked machinery grew louder as a familiar-looking car suddenly appeared and started to zoom its way in her direction. But before Katherine could utter a sigh of relief over her message to Carol coming through, she was forced to jump back as the car came to a very sudden and very dangerous halt, spinning a near 180 degrees on the road as a certain someone slammed on the brakes a little too hard. SCRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! The tires screamed as they grinded on the pavement, no doubt leaving rubber skids marks behind. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The tires' screams turned into Carol's as she flew out of her car in a mad panic, nearly knocking Katherine over as she blazed past her, naked and barefoot as the day she was born. Katherine was amazed the apartment building didn't get itself a new Carol-shaped window. *** The blush didn't fade from either Carol's face or her body. Not while she dressed herself. Not while she got back in her car. Not while she drove to work. Not while she entered the building, rode the elevator, and walked into the office. And it still didn't fade as gravity all but kicked her into her chair with a steel-toed boot. It still burned her every inch of skin, making her look and feel like a lobster in a pot of boiling water. Red, hot, cramped, and ready to blow up at a moment's notice. She thought she was going to get better, but she wasn't. She was getting worse. The thought to put her clothes on didn't cross her mind at all this morning. If Katherine hadn't been there, if Katherine hadn't warned her in time, if Carol's phone had been muted...she would never have realized that she had gone to work butt-naked until it was too late! Waiting out whatever condition was afflicting her wasn't going to do it. Carol had to...had to...had to do something to put an end to it! Because if she didn't, then she'd... "Hey, Carol! Working hard, or hardly working?" Carol stifled both a groan and the urge to bang her head on her desk. A talk with the office clown was the last thing she needed right now. "Not now, Harold," she mumbled. "I'm not having the best day right now." "Sorry to hear that," said her well-meaning co-worker. "What's been going on? Anything I can do to help?" "No there isn't. And I don't wanna talk about it," Carol muttered, too tired and surly to think up a proper excuse. Harold looked like he had more to say, but before he could so much as get another word in, a new voice suddenly spoke up. "Um, Miss...Connors is it?" Carol looked up to see who else decided it was their goddess-given duty to aggravate her and once more resisted the urge to bang her head on the her desk. Of all the people who had to approach her at this bitter hour, it had to be none other than the new intern. The cute, innocent-looking, bespectacled one she nearly bumped into yesterday, and who put all kinds of dirty thoughts into her head. "Yes?" she snapped, not bothering to hide her annoyance. She regretted it immediately when she saw the girl wilt behind the stacks of papers and folders she was holding. "I-I've been told to pass this onto you," the intern stammered. "Elaine Cassidy will be coming in today. They want you to speak to her about her work-in-progress." The blood finally drained from Carol's face. "Elaine...Cassidy? Oh Goddess, no..." The intern wasn't done talking. "And, since they don't know when she'll be here, they want you stationed in Writer's Room 3 for the day so she can have her meeting with you as soon as she gets here." Carol didn't bang her head on her desk, but she did lower her head onto it, burying it in her arms if only to give herself the illusion that she was actually hiding. Because the Goddess only knew how much she really needed to hide! She couldn't see the intern's face, but she was certain the poor girl was likely confused. "And, uh...they suggested you read over her manuscript while you wait for her. To review what you think needs to be revised and all." "Noooooooooooo," Carol moaned into her arms, really wanting to cry right now. "Um, that's all I had to say, so...bye!" said the intern. The rapid padding of her feet indicated she was scurrying away as fast as she could. No doubt she wasn't very comfortable speaking to Carol either. "Goddess damn son of a..." Carol muttered as she pushed herself up, pausing only to meet the baffled gaze of Harold. "Why are you looking at me like that? And what are you still doing here?" "Elaine...Cassidy?" he said. "Is she by any chance related to Jay Elliot Cassidy?" "Yes. She's the daughter of our company's bestselling author," said Carol. "And honestly, that's the only reason she's given the time of day here." "I take it she's a difficult person to work with?" "Difficult, annoying, immature, unprofessional, and very pretentious," said Carol giving her head a rub to soothe the headache that was starting to make itself known. "She thinks she's the Goddess' gift to writing, but she's not. She's terrible! She feels the need to describe every goddesss-damn little thing and action. She spent five whole pages describing a woman putting groceries away! Five pages! Of 'she put this in the fridge and that in the fridge and this in the fridge.' And three whole paragraphs talking about how handsome a man's chin was! I have never read anything more grueling and tedious in my life! And if you try to tell her what's wrong, she gets snippy and accuses you of just not getting her 'art!' It's just...AGGGHHHHH!" "Sounds...difficult," said Harold unhelpfully. "Any idea why they're having you talk to her?" "No clue at all," said Carol. "Maybe I'm the only person here she'll kind of sort of listen to? Or maybe this whole universe just hates me? I don't know!" "I see," said Harold. "By the way, what is this goddess you keep mentioning?" Carol raised an eyebrow worryingly. "G-goddess?" "Yeah, you keep saying 'goddess.' Often wherever most people would say 'god.' Is this some kind of new expression going around? Or did you convert to a new religion?" "I...haven't converted to anything," stammered Carol, who was starting to feel awfully hot again. Hot...and sweaty. "I...I have to go to the Writer's Room right now." "Yeah, I guess you should," said Harold. "Good luck! May the Goddess, whoever she is, be with you for your meeting with Miss Cassidy!" Carol grumbled at his quip as she grabbed her things and got a move on, though she couldn't help but wish it would actually be true. Goddess knew she could really use a...goddess. *** It was called the Writer's Room not because it was where people went to write, but because it was typically where writers would go to talk business with the good people of the Trilo Publishing Company. It and its sister rooms were cozy little places that offered plenty of privacy not found in the rest of the office, making them especially ideal for an author to learn from a copy editor like Carol why their book was trash and why they were trash for writing it. That's what Carol wanted to tell Elaine the second the little bitch set foot inside anyway. Going over her text like she had been for the past 30 minutes was darkening the mother's already foul mood. 'First she pulled out the milk and she put that in the fridge. Then she pulled out the juice and she put that in the fridge. Then she pulled out the bananas and she put those in the fridge...' "For fuck's sake, you don't put bananas in the fridge!" she roared, resisting her every urge to hurl the computer monitor at the wall. "This idiot knows nothing! How much longer does this go for? Goddess...did she jot down her grocery list during a bad case of writer's block or what? No, I doubt she's ever had to go grocery-shopping in her life. Damn it, my daughters wrote more engaging shit in first grade!" Carol took an angry sip of her coffee, all the while secretly wishing it was wine. Being drunk was the only thing that would make reading this crap bearable. Her wish intensified the moment the bitter-tasting liquid hit her lips. "Gah! Too hot! Too hot!" she sputtered, hastily stowing the mug on the edge of her desk. "Looks like it's going to be another rotten day," she grumbled, dropping her head despondently into her hand. It was bad enough she'd have to talk to someone as irritating as Elaine, but did the wait have to be so grueling too? She scrolled ahead into the document. Maybe there was a better, more engaging passage later on. Stories tended to be a lot more iffy on the early parts after all. Perhaps Elaine found her voice on page 100 or so? 'Like a billion rays of brilliant gilded sunshine did his hair flutter and fly in the breeze, twirling like the spinning whirlpools that were likely spinning somewhere in the azul-coloured ocean from which the waves crashed on the beach they were both standing on like two tall statues standing in the dawn. She loved his hair. She loved that about him. She would jump in and dive in it if she could, she would paddle, swim, and kick in it like it was the cerulean ocean that was meeting the beach they were both standing on, she would wear it on her body like a new dress bought at the store. That was how much she loved his hair. That was how much she loved Jones, but which she could never find the lexemes or vocables to inform him of that emotion she felt. Just like how she loved his chin. It was magnificently square, it kind of reminded her of a big rock and it...' "Ohhhhh Goooooooodeeeeesssssssss," Carol groaned, rubbing her head. This hurt so much that she swore her brain was trying to break out of her skull just to be free of this madness. Reading this text couldn't be good for anybody's health, and she was expected to pore over it for possibly HOURS? "I can't do this," she breathed as she minimized the document on the computer screen. "I need to read something better. Something more engaging. Something..." Her eyes fell down to her purse, where the Scripture of Zenriah was peering out at her like a mischievous kitten just begging to be petted. "Something...erotic," she whispered before snatching it up in her greedy hands. *** And so the Goddess could love and be loved eternally as ever She desired, but nay, the same could not be said of Her wives. For though they ever basked in the love of their Goddess, never could they sing they their love for Her as ever as they wished. Every hour of every day and every hour of every night rang with the hymn of Zenriah and a hundred scores of Her wives, and yet in those times were hundred scores more who could not sing with Her. It was in those periods of silence where new songs would have to be sung in ways never sung to the Goddess before. Arnessi yearned for her Goddess in Her hours of absence, so she took to wallowing and bathing in the clay from which all Womankind was made. She let it drip and she let it seep upon her form until it enwombed her from toe tip to hair tip, and then she let it seep within her woman. For Arnessi knew that the Goddess had once touched these pools of creation and in doing so, mayhap She was touching her once more. In her singing and her bucking and her blossoming, Arnessi learned she too could shape the clay like the Goddess had before. By embracing it with her arms and kneading it in her hands, by smothering it in her chest, and enclosing it in her bloom, Arnessi was able to create a still being in the image of Zenriah. Enraptured by her creation, Arnessi sought to create more. Statue after statue of the Goddess did she create, each more beautiful and more perfect than the last. More came to look upon what Arnessi had made and like her, they too were struck with love by the image of their Goddess. And so they joined Arnessi in her creation. Through smothering of lips and licking of tongues and of blooming of flowers and quaking of yoni, they sent ripples through the lakes of mud, they pushed rock and stone, they reshaped earth, erected mountains, split canyons, sprinkled dust, and cooled lava. When they were done, they made the first and greatest sculpture in all the history of Womankind. A home fit for a Goddess, Her Wives, Her consorts, and Her children. She made the Temple of Zenriah. And so she became known as Arnessi the Builder... ... The Goddess and the fire. For Kinuse, these were the only passions that mattered. When with the fire, she yearned for the Goddess. When with the Goddess, she yearned for the fire. For though Woman was a creature prone to dripping and flowing and running as water dripped and flowed and ran, was she not also fire given physical form? Did Woman not dance as fire danced? Did Woman not warm as fire warmed? Did Woman not tremble in the throes of passion as fire trembled? Did Woman not lick the petals of her being as fire licked? When Kinuse did not lay with Zenriah, when Kinuse did not lay with Woman, then Kinuse did lay with fire. And she loved it in all the ways that she loved Goddess and Woman! If fire could love Kinuse as Woman loved her, then could it not love the Goddess as Woman loved Her as well? So Kinuse bathed in only the purest of oils, shorn of the blood of fallen trees and leviathans. She spread it across her flesh, soaked it into her hair, and let it flow into the valleys of her posterior and of her labia until it became that of another skin over her form. And then she set herself aflame. Wreathed in fire and ensconced in flame and embroiled in light and emanating of heat, Kinuse presented herself to the Goddess in all her fiery glory and she began to dance. She thrust her breasts into the air, she twirled her hair round in circles, she splayed her legs and kicked them skyward to show her Goddess the glowing embers of her womanhood. And she burned all throughout. From her hair and from her hand and from her feet and from her nips, the flames danced and they dazzled and cast wondrous shadows all around Kinuse as the sun sank and the moon rose. All looked upon Kinuse as she danced with stars in their eyes, enchanted by the lights that never illuminated their nights in all the centuries they had lived through before. And none were more delighted than Zenriah. No longer able to contain Herself, the Goddess took to a lioness stalking her prey and pounced upon Her fiery lover with a hunger never known before. Licking the rosebud of the Goddess with her tongue and her hands and her breasts and her body and her flames, Kinuse proved that Woman was indeed a creature of fire as much as she was a being of water. For four days she burned until finally the Goddess' pleasure quenched her with a wave of infinite love, and with it went Kinuse's wakefulness. She laid happily in the pool of her Beloved's loving essence, completely unburned and unscorched by a force fatal to lesser beings made not by divine hands. ... And so Kinuse the Unburned became a holy flame to illuminate the Goddess's Temple and Her growing city forevermore. ... Enamored by the flowers, Lila... *** "Hey, old lady! Old ladyyyyyy? Wake up! I'm right here! HellOOOOOOO? Is anyone home?" Old lady? Looking up from her book with an indignant scowl, Carol growled: "Who are you calling—" Oh. It was her. She recognized that bleached blond hair and that snooty glare any day of the week. It was Elaine Cassidy, looking like she always did: like she owned the place and that the world revolved around her. Just seeing her made Carol want to wretch. Sadly, that was just another one of many things Carol couldn't do thanks to the demands of life and especially of her job. The only thing she could do was put on her biggest fake smile and pretend that everything was just dandy right now. No matter how much it hurt her soul or her face. "Oh, Miss Cassidy, what a pleasure it is to <>see</i> you a...see you a..." Her voice trailed off. Her fake smile flickered and a cold chill fell over her whole body. Not a metaphorical chill used to illustrate a sudden sense of unease, but a very literal chill that blew all over her skin from the office's air conditioning, causing goose bumps to rise over nearly every inch of her exposed flesh. It hit all the parts of her that it normally did, like her face and her neck and her hands. And it hit all the parts of her that it normally didn't as well. Like her shoulders, her back, her stomach, her thighs, her feet, and especially her breasts. I didn't. She looked down. To her horror, it turned out she very much did! Caroline Connors was sitting at the desk, in her workplace, before a very important client for her company. And she was completely naked!

[kpopblog]

I’ll Always Love You

*Note: Trigger Warning (Involves death) ain’t nothing graphic don’t worry* 

You were warm when ever you were with him, his everything made you smile and feel joy. Why wouldn’t it? After all he’s your forever and only one, Jaebum who loved you just as much as you clearly loved him. His smile, his laugh, even his breath all belonged to you, which of course made you the happiest girl in the world. You sigh in contentment behind your mask when you spot Jaebum walking out of his dorm laughing with the other members. While you loved your man with all your heart you hated these games he was currently playing. How could he just avoid you and ignore you! He didn’t even want to see you, or be seen with you lately. “We should hit up that new bar that opened up, it’s low-key so a bunch of people don’t know about it yet.” you over heard BamBam tell the others as they pass by you. Your brain stored the new found information as you stare longingly after JB’s back, he didn’t even spare you a passing glance. You go home after being able to see him for the day, mildly upset but with a set plan to confront him about his actions at the club. Taking out your phone you shoot him a quick text, hoping that he’d reply.

Hey, I don’t know what I did wrong or why you’re just plain avoiding me but can this end. I hate what this is doing to our relationship! I love you so much!

You press send and it sits with the other read and ignored messages you sent him, you sit and stare at the screen, waiting for the read receipt. 30 minutes passed while you sat there, unmoving determined to see if he reads it, finally you see the receipt and like always there isn’t an answer. Rolling your eyes at the childlike behavior Jaebum was displaying you get ready for the club. You put on the tightest dress you owned, paired with sleek black stilettos, after doing your makeup everything about screamed perfect. If this doesn’t make him stop acting finicky then you don’t know what you’d do. Finding your way to the club was easy, getting in was easier, and finding a already semi-wasted Jaebum was the easiest thing to happen all day. Strutting up to him you plop down in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’ve missed you baby.” you pout and bat your eyelashes cutely. Jaebum just sits there and doesn’t respond to you. “Uh, excuse me, but who are you?” you turn your head towards Mark who was standing a bit too close for comfort. Ignoring him in favor of JB who remained quiet, you hug in tighter and nuzzle into his neck. That seemed to snap him from whatever daze he was in and he pushed you off of him onto the ground. “What! Are you really going to do this right now!” you glare up at him, pissed he dared to push you. “I told you to stop following me around!” He stands up and backs away from you, the others stand by him as if they were going to protect him from you. “I stopped being so clingy baby, truly!” you whine, slowly standing up and brushing yourself off. When you look up after checking your dress you see they were walking away, rather quickly, and were almost out the door. Huffing you rush after them to catch up before they were able to get him away from you. “Stop!” you reach forward to grab his arm, but he rips away from you and they get out the door with you close behind.

“Are you honestly going to run from me….from us?” you stomp your foot. It was getting older outside since the temperature was dropping, a slight chill makes it way through you as you wait for a response. You don’t get one since they keep walking like you didn’t even open your mouth. You run as fast as you can to get in front of them, seeing Mark hang up his cellphone quickly. “Who did you just call?” you growl at him. Jaebum steps forward and blocks your view of Mark and some of the others. “Listen, just stop please, following me around, sending me your underwear and sometimes blood soaked pads in the mail, spamming me with phone calls and messages, it’s madness.” you couldn’t believe your ears. How could he say these things, how could your perfect and amazing boyfriend let those words come from his lips so easily. “They told you to say that didn’t they! You know your members have never liked me!” you spit at him, pointing to the bastards behind him. “You love me! YoU lOvE mE!” you shriek and stomp your feet, beyond angry at this situation. You were drawing attention from people around you, and soon a mini crowd formed an arc around you all. Tears were forming in your eyes, you couldn’t understand what was happening. Was he really trying to break up with you? Jaebum puts his hands up in and effort to calm you down when you stepped towards him. Sirens rip through the air, getting closer. “You called the cops on me!” You shout and take another step forward. You trip over your your heels and collapse onto the ground, Jaebum and the others take this opportunity to go around you and run across the street. Hot white rage filled you, it blinded you of anything that wasn’t the root of your problems. They were keeping Jaebum from you, that was the only explanation behind his actions, staggering up you kick off your heels and run into the street.

                                               JB’s POV

I turn around to see that crazy freak getting off the ground and running into the street. Just as I was about to tell the guys to run, the police that Mark called earlier whip around the corner. It was like the world slowed down, the cars drove up and crashed right into her. I saw her body fly in the air and smack the pavement where it landed. Crunch was sickening, the sound brought bile from my stomach up and I almost vomited on a frozen Jackson. The officers stop with the loudest screech in the silent night, everyone traumatized from what just happened. The two officers bypass us and rush to her, all I see is one of them put his hand on her and look at the other. He didn’t open his mouth to say a word, just simply shook his head.

[jooheonies]

SinglesMingle.com

Character(s): Reader X Changkyun, bestfriend!jooheon

Genre: fluff, borderline!crack

Warning(s): scientist!changkyun (is that a warning), online dating, bad humor

Length: 3.2k

Summary: In which your best friend sets you up for an online dating site and maybe it’s not so bad when you meet a  scientist by the name of Lim Changkyun.

There’s a reason you don’t let Jooheon touch your laptop. Aside from the porn sites (and the numerous viruses acquired from them) he’s not to be trusted alone. You’ve known this since the third grade when he came over for a playdate and ended up drinking a bottle of Elmer’s glue while you went to the bathroom because he was too shy to ask for water.

He can’t be trusted.

So when he comes over a lazy Sunday morning and props his feet up your coffee, pressing his fingertips together as a slow smile stretches across his face, you know something must be up.

“You did WHAT?” You scream, the mug of tea in your hands slipping through unsteady fingers and dripping onto your clean rug. Not that you even notice, what with how much your eye is twitching and your fists are clenching, because goddamnit Lee Jooheon is not to be trusted.

“I signed you up,” he breathes, eyes sparkling with excitement, “for a dating site!” He claps gleefully as he finishes his sentence, dimples deep and smile wide.

You rake your hand through your hair in frustration, eyebrows snapping together. “Why would you do–”

“Because you’re turning into one of those old cat ladies, but with dogs,” Jooheon explains, smile still wide, “and it’s turning you into a real meanie so I think you should get out there.” He furrows his eyebrows for a second and rubs his chin. “Get laid,” he adds as an afterthought.

You glare at him, teeth gritted. “I am perfectly fine being single.”

“Maybe you should try to mingle,” he replies, eyebrows waggling.

Jooheon pulls out his phone, clicking through the fifty tabs he has pulled up on his internet browser.

“So I was looking up porn on your laptop when I came over last week–”

“I told you to stop doing that!”

“–and I saw all the pictures of your dogs that you have saved as your wallpaper and I realized you live a sad, sad life–”

“It’s not sad! I like my dogs!”

Jooheon stops talking, rolling his eyes and shooting you an incredulous look.

“You named one of them Doggo.”

“It’s a good name!”

He wrinkles his nose and drops his phone onto the sofa, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s a dog and you named it Doggo and you named the other Pupper.”

“Get out of my house.”

Jooheon cackles and scooches closer, nuzzling into your arm, phone back in his grip. “You love me. Moving on, I made an account for you and you’re going to fill your profile in with me or I’m setting you up with Son Hyunwoo from Human Resources.”

You groan, head tipping back to rest on the back of your sofa. Son Hyunwoo is . . . interesting. He once thought the fire alarm in the break room was broken so he set the Hoseok’s cactus on fire to test it. It resulted in the entire office having to deal with a forced evacuation and coming back to the smell of burning cactus and smoke that continues to linger in the air seven months later. 

Hoseok held a funeral in the parking lot and cried for two months over the loss, and to this day, he still sniffles every time he sees the corner it used to sit in. Hyunwoo is interesting.

“I’m not going to date Hyunwoo,” you groan, picking at your nails.

“Then let’s get your profile going!” He exclaims, doing a little jig where he sits.

“No, you can’t make me–”

“I used your credit card.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, anger flaring. “You what? How did you even get that?”

Jooheon scuttles to the other end of the couch, hands raised defensively and tosses his phone towards you.

“Woah, man, I’m just trying to help my best friend get laid.”

“Yeah, and you might die before you get to see it happen.”

“Look,” he sighs, grimacing a little as he tries to force a smile on his face, “I think it would help if you just loosened up a bit–”

“Get. Out.” You fling the phone back at him and stand. “I’m cancelling the account so get out, loser. I never want to see you again.”

Jooheon groans and stands, brushing imaginary crumbs off his pants. “You haven’t heard the last of this,” he says, pointing a finger at your face. And with that, he stalks out the door, whistling and swinging his hips.

Unfortunately, it turns out that Jooheon was more or less right. Monday night finds you sitting cross legged on your bed, scrolling through the dating website, singlesmingle.com of all names. You had originally logged on to figure out how to cancel an account but two little pings echo in your silent room when you sign in and it peaks your interest.

The little message box in the corner has a little red bubble in the corner and you wrestle with the decision of clicking on it for a good five minutes before you cave. When you open the page, two users pop up.

Your options are limited to science_is_my_kokoro and hamsta-luv.

The next three minutes are spent with you wondering what kind of fucking website Lee Jooheon signed you up for.

The first message, from hamsta-luv, is creepy, for lack of a better word. It consists of a single smiley face and a tongue emoji. You slowly click the block button next to his username.

The second message is decidedly less creepy, a simple ‘sup’, from science_is_my_kokoro. When you click on his user name, it redirects to his profile page and your eyes flit over his bio as you hunt for a picture, clicking on the read more tab.

His profile picture pops up and for a second you stop breathing and the room starts spinning because good lord this man is gorgeous.

He’s wearing a white lab coat, round glasses perched low on the bride of his nose as he flashes a tight smile at someone behind the camera, dimples deep and eyes sparkling. Your breath hitches as you scroll through his photo album, lips curving into a smile when you find a picture of him cuddling a golden retriever and another one of him sitting in a park, legs wrapped around a tree. You find yourself shaking your head, staring at his photos for who knows how long because what is someone this attractive doing on a dating website and why is he talking to you of all people. It takes a good ten minutes before you can finally calm your heart rate, clicking on the back button and searching for his profile.

This time you properly read his bio, searching for any signs that he may be one of those creepy men you hear about in the news.

I am what I.M, bro. You and I, we fit together like the sticky ends of recombinant DNA.  Interests: science, dogs, dog videos, the periodic table of elements.

It’s childish but cute and you can’t help the spark of curiosity that blooms in your chest, prompts you to wonder too many ‘what if’ scenarios. What if he’s not a creepy stalker and what if he really likes your dogs and what if he lets you poke his dimples and–

You inhale shakily and click on his name again, slowly typing out ‘hi’ into the message box. Your eyes read over the message eighteen times to make sure you haven’t somehow misspelled it and you click send, wincing when a whoosh sounds from your laptop.

And then you wait, fingers drumming nervously on your laptop. As you wait, you go to your own profile. What you find there nearly has you flinging your laptop at the wall, already prepared to hunt down Jooheon and strangle him, because what kind of friend does this.

Henlo~ I’m h0t trust me date me im mean 2 my frendos but not 2 my luhvurs Interests: eating, sleeping, hitting people (even my super sweet best friend), and doggos

The profile picture he has set is of the one your mom took of you during halloween in the seventh grade and you’re wearing a giant pumpkin costume with a green stem on your head, braces flashing unattractively in the camera.

Lee Jooheon is not to be trusted.

You’ve spent the last few minutes, kicking at your sheets in frustration and clawing out your hair because you’re doomed there’s no way this cute boy is going to think you’re normal and now you’ll never know–

A loud ping! sounds from your laptop and you nearly fall off the bed as you scramble, squinting at the screen and clicking on the notification above the messages.

From: science_is_my_kokoro

What’s up?

You choke.

Jooheon barges into your apartment the next evening, swinging a bag of beer in his hand and yelling something about ‘best friends night!’ You wave your hand dismissively at him as you continue clacking away at your laptop.

Turns out, science_is_my_kokoro is a cute laboratory geneticist who’s also been roped into this website by a friend and goes by the name of Changkyun. You spent all last night talking to him, first polite and stiff, but as the night wore on, he grew more and more relaxed, eventually spamming you with nine smileys and messages with very poor grammar. 

Your conversations consisted of random topics, mostly dogs at first. Changkyun sent you three dog videos and you sent him pictures of Pupper and Doggo. He didn’t hesitate to immediately tease you over the name choice, snarky comments and sassy jokes, but you find that it doesn’t annoy you as much when he does it.

“Hey!” Jooheon whines, poking your shoulder and pouting. “Why’re you ignoring me?”

“Wait. I’m doing something.”

He props his chin up on your shoulder, tilting his head to eye the screen, and out of the corner of your eye you watch as his mouth drops open, a gasp slipping past his lips.

“YOU’RE USING IT? YOU’RE ACTUALLY USING IT?” He asks, voice too loud in your apartment as he lifts his head off your shoulder.

You turn your head slowly to glare at him, hissing, “Why are you screaming? Are you trying to make sure I wind up with a noise complaint?”

Jooheon recoils, clearing his throat, “Right. Sorry. But you’re actually using it!” He squeals the last sentence, body writhing in some strange rendition of a happy dance.

You roll your eyes and look back down at your laptop, lips curving into a smile when Changkyun sends you another message, something about having to study beetles for work.

Jooheon hooks his chin on the screen of your laptop and pouts. “Stop ignoring me. I’m your best friend.”

“Fuck off,” you respond, not bothering to look up at him as you blindly reach over to crack open a can of beer, patting the space next to you and handing him the tv remote. It takes a few more pokes from him for you to close your laptop and finally stop messaging Changkyun.

A week later, you both exchange phone numbers, because lugging around you laptop to talk whenever you’re out off the house is annoying, especially since it requires you hunting down a place with wifi and hogging it just so you can exchange a few words with him. He’s cute, texts you random things during the day, pictures of things that reminded him of you and questions about what kind of cereal he should buy.

You both stay up late nights, rolling around bed and sending each other cheesy texts and sometimes Jooheon comes over with beer and offers to set you up with Hyunwoo because you still haven’t met up with Changkyun.

“I just–” he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face and taking a swig from his can of beer, “I just want you to get laid already, man.”

“Yes, thank you very much Jooheon.” But also you agree, because Changkyun has really nice hands and lips and sometimes he sends you selfies and you can see his dimples and–

You might be in over your head.

In three months, locations are exchanged and, as fate would have it, it turns out you both live in the same city, nearly in the same area. He tells you of a cafe three blocks away, one that has a park next to it that he likes to take his dogs to and you both decide to meet up for coffee.

It’s just coffee.

But then he goes to sleep and a funny sort of panic settles in your gut and you spend the next hour rifling through your closet in search of an outfit. You wind up sitting in a pile of skirts and flowy blouses, frantic thoughts rushing through your mind because what if he doesn’t like you or thinks you aren’t cute or he’s actually a fifty year old pervert who lives in his parents’ basement.

It’s how Jooheon finds you in the morning, curled up in a heap of clothes at the foot of your bed.

“How adorable,” he chimes, clapping his hands, “my sweet little bumblebee all grown up and ready to go out and get laid!”

“I can’t meet him!” You wail, “He’s never gonna like me!”

Jooheon rolls his eyes and pushes you into the bathroom. “You’re going.”

“But–”

“You’re going.”

And that’s how you end up standing outside the cafe in an itchy pink skirt and a loose white blouse. You clear your throat, steeling your nerves as you walk through the door, and you’re not exactly sure what you’re expecting, but the man with the familiar dimples sitting three tables down in a blue button up and black jeans is damn cute and he’s smiling at you and oh god–

“Ch–Changkyun,” you squeak, awkwardly waving as you stumble towards the table.

“Hey,” he responds, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he stands, nearly knocking over the kid standing behind him. He apologizes profusely to both the kid and her mother, who both send him irritated glares before stalking out the cafe. “You look nicer than that picture of you in your profile,” he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck and smiling.

You laugh, sliding into the seat across from him, “I would hope so, I was only twelve in that picture.” Stupid fucking dating website that won’t let you change your primary profile picture.

“It was cute,” he snickers, propping his chin up in his palm, elbow resting on the table. “I ordered us a vanilla milkshake because I’m pretty sure out said it’s you favorite.”

That was back when you were both first talking, about three months ago.

He hums, turning his head to look at the counter like it isn’t a big deal (it is).

“Do you remember mine?” He prompts shifting his gaze back to you and tilting his head.

“Strawberry shortcake,” you respond without hesitation, fingers coming up to splay across the table top.

He grins and you nearly keel over at the sight of his dimples. “Correct, m’lady!”

When the milkshake shows up, you’re surprised to see there’s only one on the tray.

“You didn’t order one?” You ask, eyebrows scrunched together.

“I did,” he replies with a grin, sticking two straws into the glass. He shoots finger guns at you and winks.

Oh.

You can’t tell if this is moving fast, but when he pushes the glass towards you, eyebrows raised, you find that you really don’t care.

So you lean forward, lips closing around the straw, and reenact all the cheesy summer teen movies you’ve seen, starry eyed and coquettish.

He leans forward, too, and he’s so close you forget exactly how to drink and he smells woodsy, with hints of sugar, like warm naps and fireplaces.

“I’ve wanted to try something,” he announces when you both leans back in your seats.

“What?”

“The woes of onlines dating do not allow me to do so” he sighs mournfully, shaking his head.

“What?”

“Whatever,” he says, jaw setting in determination, “I’m doing it.”

You’ve never been more confused.

“You’ve got a little something there,” he says, pointing at your upper lip. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion because you’ve been drinking from a straw and there’s no way there something on your face.

Changkyun fixes his gaze on you and licks his thumb, leaning over the table to swipe it across your upper lip. You shoot him a bewildered look pulling your head back in confusion.

“What are you doing?” You ask. “We’re using straws, Changkyun, there’s nothing on my face.”

His cool expression melts into a pout and he whines, voice lilting, “Just–okay? I haven’t been able to do anything cutesy because we met online and all I can do is send you memes and hope you laugh!”

Your head tilts back and you laugh, nervousness melting away as Changkyun brings a sense of comfort, of familiarity. He cracks a smile and tries to intertwine your fingers on the table because he ‘saw it in a drama once and it’s cute!’ but you only double over in laughter.

You both leave the cafe ten minutes later because he has a new shipment of beetles coming in and you have filing to get to, but he walks you back home and little butterflies flap in your stomach.

“So,” he says, standing in front of your apartment building, hands stuffed in his pockets. “I enjoyed this.”

“So did I,” you reply, fingers clutching the strap of your purse and you hiccup when he takes a step forward breath fanning over your lips. “Y’know I don’t usually kiss people on the first date.”

He takes step back and furrows his brows. “Oh.”

“But in this case,” you continue, a small smile blooming across your face, “I think I’m willing to make an exception.”

He grins and steps forward again, but this time there’s uncertainty behind his eyes, like he’s scared of doing something wrong.

You both stare at each other for what seems like eternity before his jaw sets in determination and he blurts out, “I’m going to kiss you now, okay?”

You haven’t dated in a while, but you’re pretty sure that’s a fairly unromantic thing to say. It doesn’t matter, though, because when he leans forward and presses his lips to yours, you find that you quite enjoy this feeling. Changkyun’s hands press against the small of your back, drawing you closer and you wrap your arms over his shoulders, fingers playing at the little hairs on the nape of his neck. He tastes like evening walks at the park and fireworks on the river and everything fades into the background as he tilts his head, lips moving softly over yours.

His lips feel better than they look, you note mindlessly, tracing the back of his neck with your fingers.

“So,” he breathes when you both pull apart, pressing his forehead against yours, “are we dating now?”

You gurgle back a mess of cracked syllables and broken words and nod, pulling him in for a second kiss because Lim Changkyun makes butterflies flutter in your stomach and makes your breath hitch.

So maybe, just maybe, you can learn to trust Jooheon a little bit.

A/N: 4am drabbles w nawar i wrote this in 2 hours and hAVE NO REGRETS yes i do what was this i used to write crack does it show

Masterlist

[trulycertain]

For the Latin prompt list: 5 or 15

5. Ad astra per aspera. To the stars through difficulties.

This is what John thinks of, when he looks through a window on the Normandy and out into space: 

He thinks of being a hard-scrabble kid with too many scars, watching friends die because of red sand or because of smuggling it. He thinks of the first time he felt a gun against the back of his head, turned and saw a friend holding it. He thinks of the gang tats and the pain of getting them removed, afterwards, and the way he clung to his dog tags and barely made a sound, even though in his head he was screaming, screaming, screaming.

And he’s fifteen and sitting against a wall, looking up at the sky through the smog and dust, and thinking, Huh. There are people up there. He remembers reading old Earth fiction about space travel, and yeah, maybe he read the Alliance pamphlets when they came round. Apparently they spammed datapads, but it wasn’t like he could afford a decent one, so he never got the system update - or maybe he just missed it, he doesn’t know. He’s never been much good with that kind of tech. Anyhow, he builds ships in his head, then, works them up from imaginary blueprints and then girders. Part of him wonders how the hell those things stay in the air, but part of him knows - he spent years taking old books about that kind of thing, and sure it was illegal but he was never going to know otherwise. He builds ships in his head, and then he starts to build the people.

(Later, when he’s twenty-nine and people are telling him he saved the galaxy, he’ll build models instead. Put them together in his quarters with shaking hands and think that he could just never get the tailfins right when he was a kid. And he never accounted for the complexity of a decent FTL engine, not really. Those things are huge, and you can feel the floor under your feet vibrate when you stand near one, even with all the safety guards.)

Yesterday he walked past the Alliance recruitment posters with some of the others, and he’d laughed about it being propaganda bullshit too, because he wanted to be alive tomorrow. But he’d wondered, and he’s still wondering. It’s not like he’s got anything to lose.

He was right, though, even then: it’s all bullshit. He builds people in his head, but none of them are a too-skinny kid who steals books, when he’s not stealing everything else, and sleeps on cardboard in alleys with his dirty, falling-apart boots still on. He laughs under his breath at the thought of someone like him getting stripes, getting patted on the back, the way some of them do in the stories. Shit, they’d probably kill him if they knew half of what he’d done.

The first time he sees a quarian, he only just stops himself staring, because he’d heard of them but he’d never seen one on Earth. Sure, turians and krogan and everyone else, but never a quarian. He thought they lived in fleets, travelled pretty far from here. He thinks that he’s never spoken to one. And he wonders about how it is that, even with the fact he watched his best friend snap a guy’s neck yesterday, the world can still surprise him. It makes him feel better, somehow. Makes him forget about the shaking and the blood. And he wonders who else is out there that he’s only heard stories of, maybe not even that. He thinks of planets he’s never been to, people he’s never met. 

Yeah, kid, that’s the trouble, he remembers Sal telling him once. You like people too much. Means you’re good for deals but you can’t take what the deals mean afterwards, can’t clean up. 

And John’d shaken his head and said, I like people. Doesn’t mean I trust them.

He’s seventeen, getting a gun pressed into his hands and told to deal with a problem. That problem didn’t do anything wrong except try to tell the truth about the Reds’ stranglehold on this neighbourhood; didn’t even hurt anyone. His hands are shaking, and he’s thinking that he can’t talk his way out of this one, and they’re saying the same, grinning, but it’ll be all right, kid, you got a lot of your father in you, just don’t think too much. And he’s looking up at the sky while his boss walks away, building ships and stars and skies in his head and wishing he was somewhere, anywhere else. Because you don’t disobey the Reds. And you don’t lie to them, either.

So, it’s either his last night on Earth or someone else’s, depending on how brave he can be, and he’s spending it reading old books - some story about a kid who gets to go and see stuff he never expected, gets to be some kind of wizard, hundredth printing or so, and hell, when he was eleven he was running red sand and trying to duck past the mercs, so just being stuck in some cupboard under a staircase, in an actual house, seems like the fantasy part even without the magic - and doodling stars on some napkin he grabbed from the bins outside a restaurant. That’s when he sees it on a screen.

The recruitment drive. Ships leaving for the training centre at the Citadel, tonight. Propaganda bullshit, he thinks, running past the blaring holoscreens and back to the shithole he and ten other people call home. Grabbing his stuff and making sure no-one else was around and then running to the office. Abandoning the gun there, turning out his pockets and leaving packets of red sand in his wake. Propaganda bullshit, he thinks, signing his name on the virtual dotted line and not even blinking when he lies about his age. 

Last night on Earth, he thinks with a bitter half-grin as the ship lifts off. He realises too late that he’s left the book, too, but there’ll be other books. There’ll be whole libraries. He doesn’t know why it’s so hard to watch locks of hair falling to the floor, but it is. When they start shaving his head, he shuts his eyes, and thinks of stars.

Turns out joining the Alliance is just getting another gun shoved into his hands, but they say stuff about peace and never use force if you don’t have to, and somewhere along the way he starts believing it. By the first time he steps foot on a ship on his first decent posting, he hasn’t taken his dog tags off in days, and he carries an assault rifle rather than the cobbled-together pistol he did back home. He shook in his boots the first time he saw the Citadel, got kind of a headrush when he stepped onto it, but now, somewhere different, he just presses his hands to the wall, feels the low vibration of the engines, and thinks of new colonies.

Years later, when he’s spitting out blood on Akuze and listening to friends dying screaming, again, for the first time in years, and he’s got injuries that the one smear of medigel left can’t help, he thinks of never seeing other suns, new worlds, new people, and he crawls.

(Sometimes he closes his eyes and he’s still crawling.)

They call him Shepard after that, mostly. Sometimes it’s with a little awe and you were on Akuze, weren’t you, while he tries not to think of the blood and the dirt and the crawling. He stops trying to change that. Sometimes he thinks he might forget his own first name. He washes the blood off his hands and tries not to freeze up when they say, that’s Shepard, like he’s someone worth admiring.

After he talks some scared salarians (Korun and Mello, they tell him their names are, eventually) down from shooting the guns they found at the sight of unidentified Alliance personnel, he gets called into the captain’s office. You’re one of the good ones, Shepard, his captain says, matter-of-fact and without the scared awe. There’s something in there, though, that might be… pride? And John blinks and mumbles, I, uh, thank you, Captain. Just doing my job, while Anderson looks like he might be trying not to laugh.

John watches sunrises on Mars, sits with a quarian and listens to her talk about her pilgrimage, watches a turian get his clan markings. He gets asked where home is and says the name of the ship he’s on. Earth is an afterthought.

John, he hears, for the first time in a long while. And it’s a quarian, part of the crew - his crew, though that still feels weird to think - saying it. Because, as he’d said, I’m not your CO, Tali, you don’t have to call me Shepard. Something warm rises in his chest, something he can’t explain, but he’s barely started thinking about what it might mean when he gets spaced.

It seems right, somehow, dying out here. He laughs bitterly at it. He wants to say he goes calmly, but he’s screaming and calling out for anyone who’ll listen and scrabbling at his helmet. Even though he’s kicking out, some part of him is thinking Least it’s not some alley on Earth and Least I got to see the stars. And they flash behind his eyelids when his vision goes.

John looks out of a window on his ship, bracing his hands against what looks like glass but isn’t - and he’s thirty, nearly thirty-one, and so damn tired (and fifteen and dreaming, and seventeen and scared, and twenty-one and twenty-nine and all of it at once). He was asked once if it bothered him, having such a direct view - if it made him think of getting spaced. The truth is, it does. And it makes him remember that there’s more than the blood on his hands and the politics; makes him think that somewhere out there there’s a Fleet with the woman he loves on it; makes him remember that he isn’t crawling; makes him remember that he went and he saw and he’s breathing.

He remembers Ash quoting, once, “I cannot rest from travel: I will drink life to the lees.” 

He remembers saying back, quietly, “Come, my friends, ‘tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset, and the baths of all the western stars, until I die.”

And she’d grinned in surprise, bright in the dimness of the mess. Didn’t take you for a poetry kind of guy, skipper.

He’d smiled back, remembering old books and old daydreams. I’m a ships kind of guy, he’d said, because it was simpler.

He thinks of Ash, wherever she is, and the others out there, somewhere he can’t see. He wonders if he’ll see them again. And when he sleeps, he dreams of stars.

[petitelepus]

Halloween, 21. Undead

Brainstorm is in danger and you’re only one who can save him!

It was an ambush. You should have known better, you all should have. Some rogue Decepticon’s had managed to lure you in with false emergency signal and in the panic they had managed to separate you and your crew. You were far from harmless despite being a human. If anything you were just as dangerous as Cybertronians who were so much bigger than you.

You were about to prove it as you held your electric tranquil gun pointed at the Decepticon holding Brainstorm hostage. The con had his arm choking your Autobot friend tightly against his chassis as he kept the pipe of his gun against Brainstorm’s helm.

”Drop the gun and let the scientist go!” You yelled and the con laughed at you in mock fear. ”Oh, I’m so scared! A tiny little organic is going to shoot me!” He laughed and in blink of an eye he shot laser gun straight through you!

You chocked on a breath, air getting knocked out of your lungs as you fell on your back, your gun falling next to your body and you went limb. Brainstorm cried out your name and tried to run to you, only for the con to hit him on the head with the back of his gun.

”Shut up!” He yelled, hitting the scientist again and throwing him back. Brainstorm cried out in pain as he hit the hard ground and he only managed to push himself on his hands and knees before he heard the gun clicking.

”P- Please! Mercy!” Brainstorm cried as he raised his helm only to come face to face with the gun’s pipe. The con smiled cruelly and cocked his gun. ”No mercy in war Auto—!”

The con never got to finish his words when he was suddenly electrocuted, bright and dangerous amount of electricity frying his circuits and overloading his processor. Brainstorm watched optics wide in horror as the con spammed until the electricity died down and the evil mech fell unconscious and fried to the Brainstorm’s feet.

Brainstorm, thinking the help had arrived lifted his helm up, but saw nothing but dark forest. That when he felt a tiny pap on his leg and he screamed, kicking his legs out!

”Outch! Fuck!”

Brainstorm flinched. That was your voice! You were alive! The flier quickly scrambled on his pedes and called out your name, looking all around you, but all he could see was the pool of blood on the place you had been shot down…!

”Under here Brainstorm…!” You called and the scientist looked down and to his utter horror he was standing on top of your leg!

”Primus!” He cried in horror, falling on his aft in the ground and he scrambled farther away from you. You scoffed as you pulled the left overs of your crushed leg into your arms and turned to Brainstorm. ”Might wanna carry me big boy, seeing that I only have one leg right now.”

”Slag, are you okay?! What happened, I saw him shoot you! You were dead!”

You shrugged and smiled with sharp toothy teeth. ”I’m fine. A shot like that doesn’t kill me.” You said and lifted your shirt to show Brainstorm a giant hole in middle of your midsection and to scientist utter horror and sickening feeling he saw your guts and insides hanging on the hole. The bot gagged and you took the hint, quickly covering your hanging entrails.

”Sorry about that. Anyway, I’m alright. Just try not to kick me again.”

”What are you!? Are all humans like this!?” Brainstorm asked in horror, but you could tell there was some morbid curiosity in it. You were willing to answer. but first you would have to get back to the Lost Light.

”Take me to Ratchet before this con wakes up and we will talk.” You said and he nodded dumbly, quickly getting up and picking you up, before transforming and flying to the ship.

At the medbay Ratchet was glaring you whole time as he sewed you a new abdomen where your ruined one used to be and a leg on crushed one’s place. The abdomen was four shades darker than your original skin colour, though you couldn’t really tell anymore, you had been through body parts and limbs more than one could really count. Who were you kidding, it was your third abdomen transplant.

On the side Brainstorm was staring at you with such fascination that you felt a little awkward underneath his non blinking optics. You glanced him over your shoulder. ”Umm… Those questions you had?”

”Right! Are all humans like this?” Brainstorm snapped out of it and out of nowhere he pulled out a datapad to write down notes. You exhaled and inhaled and started explaining. ”No, not all. Only few rare ones. We’re usually called living bodies, but undead and zombies is also used. For one reason or another we die in early age and wake up like this, non feeling and immortal beings.”

”Interesting…! Were you born with this ability?”

”Maybe? I was always a ill child, so doctors said it was a miracle I lived this long, but just as I died I didn’t stop living but I came back as this.”

”Is it contagious?”

”No, I wasn’t the first one. There were tests and everything if it was like anything in zombie movies, but it wasn’t. Our bite is just a regular bite and it’s not something you catch on the air.”

”What are the effects of your ability?”

”I’m immortal for one, I don’t feel pain, but I do feel pleasure, I can taste normally and I have a great appetite.”

”And what are the bad sides?” Brainstorm asked and you groaned.

”Sometimes my stitches give up and my hand or leg may come off, I need weekly fluid shots from Ratchet that prevent my body from decomposing and I have to stretch each night and morning or else I’ll get rigomortis and I can’t move until someone massages my muscles.” You explained and Ratched grunted. ”You could still take a little better care of yourself! I don’t have these human parts for forever!”

”This is so interesting, this is a breakthrough!” Brainstorm cheered, completely ignoring Ratchet in favour of taking your hands in his and staring deeply into your eyes. ”If you please will, will you come visit me in my laboratory so I can perform tests on you? Please? I’ll buy you a drink at Swerve’s…!”

You blushed at the contact and averted your eyes stubbornly. ”F- Fine, but you better get me a good drink then! N- Not some cheap mud water!”

”You’re on!” He cheered and run out, shouting how you wouldn’t regret your decision to help him with his studies. You watched after him even though he was long gone and Ratchet grunted at you. ”If you like him, say so, you ball in tailpipe.”

You groaned by yourself and covered your face in embarrassment.