#this is going to SUCK oof.. agh..

[archaictold]

𝐙𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 biggest sweet tooth, but Haochen has a good eye for desserts. They sit together at the coffee table this afternoon, sampling treats and tea over conversation. It is often that he shares these sorts of meals with his brother, something the both of them might even call tradition: Meals were eaten together just like this back home, a staple of their family bonding all throughout childhood. It's comfortable, familiar. Zhilan always appreciates it, the quality time this habit of theirs tends to bring. In Spirale, most of this quality time is spent reminiscing. Of the past, of home and the people they miss. Zhilan talks kindly of these things as he portions off a helping of dessert for Xerxes, who would most certainly envy these cakes and chocolates he's having without him. The thought of him enjoying it later, smiling as he nimbly spoons chocolate mousse into his mouth, briefly brings one to Zhilan's lips as well.      ❝ I almost can't remember the last time we both shared a meal like this with our grandparents, ❞ he muses, a little wistful. ❝ It'd be nice to laugh with them again at our dinner table. ❞ He hikes a leg up as he repositions below on the carpet, casually slinging an arm over his knee. Haochen, proper as always, had opted to sit on the adjacent couch instead.      ❝ It'll probably be a while before we do. I made it difficult for us, after I... ❞ It leaves his mouth without meaning to, and it only hits him that he's saying it as it's halfway out. Zhilan feels his gut flash cold despite the warm tea settled in it, bewildered that he would make mention of such a bleak thought. Especially one that has no ground in truth. ( ... Right? )      ❝ A- Ah, sorry, that's not... It's nothing. I'm not sure where it came from. ❞

@stoicstoryteller — cupid shuffle.

[ethereacals]

“mini-me”

synopsis; your little sister captures the hearts of your boyfriends, you may even say she has a little crush on james.

contents; sexual activity mentioned, fem!reader, reader has a cute lil sister, poly!marauders, james has baby fever, you have baby fever, i have baby fever, everyone has baby fever

warnings; none! just a brief mention of sex but nothing bad (;

a/n; i’ve been daydreaming about this fic for so long

“NESSIE! FINALLY MY BEST FRIEND IS BACK!"

roared a thunderous James Potter who’d spotted your little sister— Vanessa.

Nessie was all over the boys, and they were all over her. she was a first-year hufflepuff and a true sweetheart.

Sirius silently adored how similar you two looked, it was like looking at twins— except one of them happened to be five years older than the other.

He was too afraid and stubborn to admit it, but Nessie gave him a heavy dose of baby fever.

was she a baby? no, not even close. but something about her cheeky smile, the way her robes hung over her like how a child pretending to be an adult’s would, and how her hand (which was considerably smaller than his) slid into yours lovingly at any given time.

maybe it was just that he wanted to see you as a mom, or that he longed for a family that was warm and loving.

“y/n, dear.” Sirius caught your attention quickly, even though you were watching James ramble on to Nessie like it was an oscar award winning film.

“hm—?” you hummed, attempting to pry your eyes away from the sweet scene.

“what do you think i’d-be like?”

“what do i think what would be like?”

“you know, having kids.” he could tell from your flustered expression that to were certainly not expecting that.

“o-oh… w-well…”

luckily the conversation had been interrupted by one Nessie.

Nessie ended her conversation with James, earning a “hey!” when she walked away from him.

“Siri.” she tugged in his sleeve.

“yes, darling?”

she blushed at the pet name, and started twirling her hair.

“um.. will you guys take me to Hogsmeade…?”

“Hogsmeade? Ness, only third years and over can go to Hogsmeade—“

“Professor Mcgonagall said if i went with you then it would be alright!”

She tugged on Sirius’ slightly oversized leather jacket once more, as he stumbles from the unexpected tug.

“whats going on in here— AGH!”

Remus stumbled backwards as Nessie pounced on top of him like some wild animal who was about to feed on him.

“hi— oof— hi Nessie.”

Remus was taken aback by the little first year jumping around in him in a circle chanting;

“i’m going to Hogsmeade!”

“Ness, he gets it.” You groaned from your position on James’ lap.

“Get off!!” Nessie shoved you with all of her pre-puberty force.

“N-Nessie!” you ‘gently’ hit the bedpost as Nessie locked herself onto James.

“What candy is she on? Pixi Stix?”

“Oh, suck my dick, Moony.”

“Gladly—“

“Oi!” Barked James.”

“whats a dick?”

“Nessie—..”

HOGSMEADE was beautiful in summer time.

obviously— it wasn’t summer yet, but with April coming to a close and blossoming like a flower, you could basically say it was summertime.

you walked along with Remus and Sirius, as Nessie was hanging around with James as they skipped ahead down the alleys and walkways of Hogsmeade.

you adored James, and how sweet he was to your sister, she was such a sweet kid and deserved the love.

"James?" Nessie stopped skipping for a moment, keeping a steady walking pace instead.

"Hm?"

"Do you love my sister?"

"I do."

"so why don't you marry her?" Sirius burst into a quiet laughter, and Remus tucked the hysterical boy into his chest.

"i- marry her? i'd love too, but we're a bit young."

“but Snow White was 14 when she got married.”

“Oh.” James was clearly a bit flustered, his cheeks turned to a shade of pink.

Remus watched his lovers interact with Nessie, and it sparked something deep inside him.

Remus (until now) had ruled out a happy ending for himself.

being a lycanthrope, he never wanted to pass that burden to his child. so he couldn’t— no, wouldn’t have kids.

but somehow, someway, as he watched you with your little sister. he realized how badly he wanted you to be a mom.

for the first time, Remus realized that he could live happily.

“Remus? are you alright?” You tapped his shoulder rapidly, and he snapped out of his trance.

“Y-yes, sorry I got distracted.”

“you don’t have to apologize.” you smiled brightly up to him, the smile he was so in love with.

the smile he wanted his kids to have.

*

you four dropped Nessie off back at her common room, and Sirius immediately sprung onto you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Siri?” you asked through soft giggles.

“I can’t wait to have a kid with you.”

[notyourhetloki]

Please more ken smut idc plot or anything! you are such a good writer I could read them forever

mink fantasy (Ken x Reader)

Reader: gender neutral

/NSFW Ken x Doll!Reader/

A/N: Hi, anon!! OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH you made me blushh aaaa and oof I wanted to write more smut for this man so bad! Thank you for requesting and I hope you like it! It's a mixture between an imagine and headcanons bc idk what I'm doing! Also, I made a reference to the "dirty secret" part in my nsfw alfabet soo... read it first if you'd like! xoxo

Warnings: very smutty, dolls have genitals in this one, top!Ken, Ken is feeling himself, over-confident Ken, inappropriate use of the mink!

—

What if... Ken fucked you wearing his mink coat?

Like, he would be super nervous to bring that fantasy up, but as soon as you approved it, oh... things would get interesting.

He would feel so confident, so sexy wearing it... it would bring a new attitude out of him... he would feel powerful.

Ken would kiss you slowly, taking his time to taste and feel you. Hungrily grabbing on your thighs, your ass... feeling really possessive all of a sudden.

And you loved it, oh... to see him wearing only a pair of pants and the mink, exposing his toned torso... feeling the fur on your skin and looking up at him to see arousal in his eyes... oof.

You couldn't help it, kneeling in front of him and undoing his pants like the good doll you were. His cock already hard by the time you pulled it out, you admired it for a moment before licking it from base to tip.

Ken would roll his head back, moaning and grabbing your hair as you teased him with your tongue... and now he would make sure to try his best and watch you through the whole thing.

And you would do a fantastic job, kissing and licking until his grip on your hair got a little too strong... then you would finally open your mouth and swallow him, bobbing your head up and down while sucking on his dick.

The fur on his coat would tickle your face, but you wouldn't mind it at all, continuing to suck him until you drooled all over his cock, saliva dripping down your chin as you tried your best to get him all the way down.

Ken would moan loudly and begin to thrust his hips into you, meeting your movements while grabbing your hair. He'd be so deep into your throat, dominating you with his grip and you wouldn't even gag (cuz guess what? dolls don't have a gag reflex).

Wet slapping sounds echoed through the room, only making the two of you hornier by the second. You hummed around his dick, muffled moans tried to escape your mouth as he pounded into you, groaning at the feeling of you around him.

"Fuck, (Y/N)... your mouth feels so good... agh!" He'd be so cocky, too... full of confidence to praise you and say the dirtiest of things. "You like sucking my cock, doll?" or "Oh, I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face."

And he would! Taking his dick out of you to finish on your face... and you accepted his load with an open mouth so you could taste him. He seemed to really appreciate the view, smirking and stroking your cheek while humming in approval.

Ken would enjoy the afterglow by sitting down and having you between his legs, like a puppy. You would caress his tighs while he evened his breathing, eyes closed in pure bliss.

But then would come the worrying... Ken would suddenly snap out of his over-confident persona and start asking you questions like: "My love, did I hurt you??" or "Are you ok?? Did I go too far?"

After cleaning up and reassuring him that everything was fine, you would kiss him tenderly while holding the sides of his face, saying sweet 'I love you's and running your fingers through his hair.

In the end, the experience would be fantastic for the both of you. Ken would adore wearing his mink, and you were delighted to meet his new cocky demeanor.

—

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Aww thek passing along what he says :'((

He just wanted to be there for you man <333

I get it :'( :')

Awww yeah Owen :'o :'((

Now get him out guys <33

Ahh guys crap 😬

I do totally see what he's saying but- yeah, they would never leave someone behind :'(((

No matter how far gone they might be

Wait like him and TK and Nancy go look?

Ohhh you main you stay here

GIRL NO

Be so for real xD

Yeah exactly, they're never leaving you :'))

Yeah <33

My guys <33 🥰

Oof :((

Hopefully it doesn't somehow mention them specifically xdd that would suck for y'all lol 😬 (👀 xD)

He's like "you shouldn't be watching that" and exactlyyy honey xdd

Yeppp

Yeah, maybe some music :'))

It's not good for you honey

Yeahh exactly xd :(

Yep, the perils of dating a first responder xD

Oop the tea o.o

I mean we knew but yk telling Carlos

Carlos just casually making dinner too lol

OOP spilling even more tea!!!

Aww Carlos's reaction :))

Bro's happy but knows there's more to it lol

Yeeepp 😬

Hmm kinda seems like it

I see what you're saying but- yeeeah kind of an ultimatum xD

I really want Carlos to say something specific about how he gets it but I don't think he will

I mean yeah I totally see you Trevor, she's Melody's mom and allowed this huge move, but it's still just tough :((

Yeahh exactly that's it!! It's that you waited so long to spring it on her

I do see what you're saying but it's been serious for a while now man xdd

O o p o.o

That's the tea now ain't it?

Anyway AAHHHH she's the love of his life :'DD

Exactlyy brooo, tell her that :'))

I think she'll hear you out :'D

As long as she lives through this lol 💀

Awww y'all <3

They're a fun pair :D

Okayyy y'allll

GUYSSS

I don't like how close that is 😬

Wyatt's like "these idiots 😭😭" xD and REAL, FAIR 😭😤 XD

Ohh nooo guys

No you'll find her-

OH CRAP

Dang that poor lady o.o

Oh dang okay go off TK with the jump and slide lol

Oh NOO look at her, she looks awful D:

Run TK run TK run!!

OHHH CRAP

Y'all this is not looking good o.o

Yeah grabbing extra stuff good idea, because you're getting trapped here 😬😬

I'm trying to think of how they're possibly going to do this - in another situation I would say they send the patient off and then get distracted by something and get stuck or whatever, like go back for each other or something (just thinking of the promo not seeing the patient), but they're alone here and pretty much stuck here 😬

AGH so many problems xdd

RunnnnNNN TK

Ohh crapp

Y'ALL GO GO GO

Gooo go go go go gooo

PHEW OKAY GOOD

Yes Nancy block off those windows 😭😭😬😳

Ohhh no y'all this ain't looking good

Oh noo this poor lady :'((

Y'all i know they do miracles but. . . I don't think this one's happening :'((( I think she's going to die :'((

Hmm no I think she's trying to say something but I don't know what it could be D:

Ope, is that a "let's keep her comfortable" not super safe amount 😬

Yeeppp :(((

Just do it honey :'( <3 she's not making it through this

Ope??

See I swear she's trying to say something

Ope :o boy? Ohhh yeah the boy :O D:

No it's okay honey they got him out <333 they know about him it's alright :'))

Ohh she's asking if he is okay :'OO 🥺😭❤️

Awww yes honey, they got to him in time <33

You, yeah saved me, by warning and scaring him away :'))

Awww this poor lady

She made a dumb decision but we don't judge the people who end up in awful positions because of dumb decisions (mostly) on this show :'((( it still sucks and is awful and no one deserves that

Gosh just. . . look at how white her clothes are 😳 :( it's horrifying

Ohh gosh

Ohh nooo :'((

This poor girly D':

And there she goes 😭😭💔🥺❤️

I'm so sorry honey :'(((

Rest easy now

I'm glad Tommy's wearing gloves but I'm also glad she did that, even if it might be a little dangerous (even with gloves on) :'(( <333

That poor woman

You guys did everything you could <333 you have her some physical and emotional peace, and you let her know she wasn't forgotten <33

Imagine being in excruciating pain, lying unable to move as you're encased in chlorine fog, thinking no one's looking for you and your warning wasn't worth it, didn't do anything, everyone's hurt and dying like you anyway. That's absolutely horrifying :((

I'm glad they saved her from that date <3

Gosh guys 😭 that sucks :(( but I'm glad you're okay

Problem is now you're here 😬

OOOOPE NO NANCY CLOSE THAT DOOR

NOOOPE

I thought y'all knew you weren't getting out of there 😭 o.o

Never hurts to check I guess 😬

But in this case it might actually hurt if you hold that door open for much longer so xD CLOSE THAT DOOR

Good lol

Ahhh crap 😬😬😬

Anything else?? Like backpacks or blankets or towels or rugs or anything in the room??

:OO Ohh your jackets!!

But then you won't have anything covering you/your arms 😬😬

Okay phew they're in long sleeves at least there's that

Ahh crap guys 😬 :(

Yeah, like a tornado, get as far away from any windows and doors as possible :((

Ohh no y'allll

I mean yeah I suppose, last ditch effort, might as well 😬 could be the difference between making it and not <3

Sorry I'm just imagining a horrifying scene where they're sitting there, yellow chlorine gas is closing in, just trying to not to frantically, not to erratically, move the fan to blow it back (but not up, not around) in different areas, trying desperately to survive until the wind blows it away or help gets there

Terrifying and super sad and angsty thank you xdd :')

Gosh xD anyway

My poor babeys :(((

[fnafsbheadcanon]

Gregory constantly (rightfully) bullying the stereotype version of Cassie.

Gregory: We are gonna play this fun little game; we’re I pretend that each of one of your faces are the planet Earth and this ball that I’m holding is the meteor that killed the dinosaurs. I’m gonna throw it as fast as I can at you, and if dodge the ball then you save the dinosaurs. Alright “Cassie” your first. *Throws the ball fast*

S. Cassie: The fuck- Agh *Gets hit in the face by the ball.

Gregory: He’ll yeah got her ass. Looks like the dinosaurs are dead in your world “Cassie”. Cassie your next. *Throws the balls at real Cassie*

Cassie: *Quickly dodges it*

S. Cassie: AGH- *Gets hit by the ball again*

Gregory: Good dodge Cassie, it looks like the dinosaurs are still alive in your world, and “Cassie’s” world the dinosaurs are double dead. Alright Evan your next. *Throws the ball*

S. Cassie: Ugh- *rubs her head*. AGH *Gets hit again*

Gregory: Oh “Cassie” I’m so sorry. My aim was a little ‘off’.

S. Cassie: Damn bastard *whispered*. It’s fine I’m just gonna go over here.

Gregory: I understand “Cassie”. Alright Evan it’s your turn. *raises a finger over his mouth to shush everyone, and sneaks over to “Cassie”*

S. Cassie: ‘Has that idiot not thrown it yet’- AGH *Again*

Gregory: BOOM

S. Cassie: You what? Fuck you. I’m leaving. *Walks away*

Gregory: Don’t be a sore loser “Cassie”. YEET. *Yeets the ball*

S. Cassie: I hate every single Gregory- AGH.

Gregory: EAT SHIT BITCH. I’m fire today guys. I can throw the ball anywhere I want. Alright Evan your turn. *Throws the ball*

Evan: *Get hit by the ball because he’s sleeping due to exhaustion*.

The bully behind him: Pfft- wow crybaby you suck.

Gregory: Oof Evan it looks like the dinosaurs are dead in your world. Hey kid think fast. *Throws the ball at the bully*

Bully: *Catches it* I caught it. Hey crybaby think fast. *Throws the ball at the back of Evan’s head while still sleeping*

Cassidy: *Saw what happened* HEY are you fucking around with him?

Bully: Huh? Yeah.

Cassidy: Cause he may not do anything right now to you. BUT I CAN KICK YOUR ASS. *Jumps on the bully and they both with Cassidy winning*

Gregory: HEY STOP FIGHTING YOU TWO. Wait- hold on real quick I gotta do something. *Walks over to the window and opens it. Hey “Cassie” *Throws the balls at her*.

S. Cassie: I hope that Gregory dies in a brutal way- OW. *Gets hit by the ball in the back of the head, and falls over*

Gregory: Suck that “Cassie” you whinny bitch.

Too many death of non-existent dinosaurs today Wasp.

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

Sick Boyfriend traps Ghost Fanzo inside a bottle

Drugfriend: AH! Let go of me!

BF(Cam): Drugfriend!

GF(Ashley): Oh no!

Roxanne: Hey, Let him go!

Ghost Fanzo: Never! I'm still getting my revenge!!!

Drugfriend: Guys. do something!

Pico: Don't worry, I got it! *shoots Ghost Fanzo*

The bullets went through Ghost Fanzo, *can't shoot a ghost*

Pico: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Ghost Fanzo: Ha! Can't shoot a ghost idiot! *Laughs evilly*

BF(Cam): Pico, Shoot him!!!!

Pico: He's a ghost, I can't shoot a ghost- AH! *gets hit by ghost fanzo*

BF(Cam): Pico!

Ghost Fanzo: Ha foolish idiots, you can't kill me i'm a ghost, now my revenge!

Drugfriend: Agh! Let go of me!!!!

Ghost Fanzo: I've wanted to do this to you before your friend set me on fire! *strangling Drugfriend*

Drugfriend: *choking* Let go!-

GF(Ashley): Stop!

BF(Cam): You're killing him!

Ghost Fanzo: Say goodbye to your friend~

Just as ghost fanzo was about to kill Drugfriend, something was sucking Ghost Fanzo.

Ghost Fanzo: What the- Hey!

Sick BF: Let go of my husband, you sick bastard! *using a magic bottle to suck up Fanzo inside*

Ghost Fanzo: No! This can't be the end! *drops Drugfriend*

Drugfriend: Oof! Ow...

Penelope: Go Sick Boyfriend!

Sick GF: Wait, where did you get that magic bottle?

Sick BF: I found it when we were camping out and I went hiking and saw something shiny.

Sick GF: Oh that makes sense.

Ghost Fanzo: No! This can't be happening, NOOOOOO!!-

Ghost fanzo got sucked inside the bottle and Sick Boyfriend close the bottle.

Sick BF: Gotcha!

BF(Cam): Phew! that was close!

Roxanne: Good job, Sick Boyfriend!

Sick BF: Thanks, wait *gasp* Drugfriend!

Drugfriend: aghhhhhhh....

Sick BF: Drugfriend! Are you okay?!

Drugfriend: Yeah, I'm fine

Sick BF: *hugs Drugfriend* Oh I'm so glad you're okay.

Drugfriend: Yeah, me too

Pico: Thank god you're okay, Drugfriend

BF(Cam): Yeah, who was that person?!

Sick BF: That was Fanzo miller, Layla's brother

BF,GF,Pico,Roxanne: Brother?!

Sick GF: Yeah, He was the one who kidnapped Drugfriend and Penelope along with his sister Layla.

GF(Ashley): How did he became a ghost?

Penelope: Let's just say....a friend of ours might have burned him into a crisp....

BF(Cam): uhhh what?

Sick GF: Don't worry about it.

Pico: Wait, do you guys think Viviana brought him back from the dead to take us down?

Drugfriend: *got up* Yeah, I think so

Sick GF: I think she was to slow us down from defeating her.

GF(Ashley): Yeah, Come on guys, there's still time, we have to head to Viviana's castle to defeat her and save Princess Hillaryella.

All: Yeah!

Penelope: Wait, what are gonna do about Fanzo inside of the bottle?

Sick BF: Good point.

Drugfriend: Oh I got an idea~

Meanwhile in the void of mistakes:

Lila sky: This is the worst!

*a portal opens*

Lila Sky: huh?

Drugfriend was holding the bottle getting ready to throw it in there.

Drugfriend: See ya sucker! *yeets the bottle on the floor*

Lila Sky: Wait, Drugfriend?!

Drugfriend: Huh? *sees Lila sky* Oh crap, I gotta close it!

Lila sky: Wait, no please! Don't leave me in here-

*the portal closes*

Lila sky: No!

Drugfriend: Problem solved!

BF(Cam): You drew the bottle in the void of mistakes?

Drugfriend: Yep, now come on guys we got a princess to save!

All: Yeah!

And so their jounrey continues.....

[igniting-quill]

korest (south korea x estonia)

Finding Solid Ground

Magical AU, early 1900s

Ship: Korest (South Korea x Estonia)

AN: 

If I was a better writer (and more efficient one) I swear I could have completed this. It started as a 1K, grew to 4K, and is still incomplete! Such a frustrating thing writing is. 

I am a college student taking difficult courses this semester, and to be honest a little burnt out from working on this… so unfortunately this WIP has been put on indefinite hiatus (don’t fret! I have ‘finished’ it with an ending, albeit a kind of bittersweet one. However, most of this piece has not been written and/or edited yet). For now, the story has multiple flaws: weak research, a lack of continuity, and a lack of meaningful scenes: it’s a first draft. However, I still think there’s lots of good parts in it too, plus I feel like I should respond to an ask that is like 5 months old by this point. I have peppered in Author’s Notes to supplement some of those weaknesses. The further into the piece, the more frequent AN’s will pop up. All AN’s will be inside “<” and “>” like <this>. It’s a tad cringey and reminiscent of early 2000s fic, but it’ll have to do. Anon and anyone else reading this, feel free to take what I wrote and continue it. Parts of the good in this that can get salvaged? I think it’s a rather interesting AU, and would be honored if people expanded on it. Just please make sure to credit me. 

I didn’t have great world building in my writing, so this is a brief introduction. The setting? Middle of nowhere Korea, early 1900s. I have blended elements of history and fantasy. The “magic” here can either be inherent (like magical powers people are born with) or learned (Like in Harry Potter where the people have to learn spells to actually do anything as a wizard/witch). Additionally, sort of like a hunger bar in Minecraft, “magic” can run out when the magic user is tired/famished/overusing spells. There are only a few people in this AU that have magical power. Think of it as I made the Hetalia cast have magic in place of their immortality.

TL;DR: Anon, I spent a whole lot of time on this to no avail. I think I ship Korest now though.

---

The first thing Eduard saw was a night sky. Moonlight streamed through soft clouds and stars peaked behind gaps. Beautiful.

But then, a cold wind whooshed past his ears and bit into his skin. He glanced down. Then, his eyes widened in shock. The trees looked like tiny, snow-covered bushes from up here. 

Teleport!

Nothing happened. Shoot. Why did his powers have to fail him now?

He flailed, his arms grasping at thin air as he plunged toward the earth and braced for impact.

“AGH!”

His right shoulder lit up in pain as it crashed into a branch. Crack. He hung there for a second, the branch swaying dangerously before it fell away from the trunk, dropping him lower. 

“Oof! Gah! Eouh! Tss!”

He was out of breath by the time he landed on the frost-sprinkled forest floor. He was dazed, soaking in what just happened. The leaves and snow softened the blow of the fall, but his shoulder still stung. It didn’t help that a bit of his blood was trickling out in the snow. His head throbbed dully. He propped himself up with his arms and his glasses fell off his face. 

Now the world was a blur, including the glasses themselves. He narrowed his eyes and brought the glasses up closer to his face. They were broken along the bridge, split into two halves. He brought the right lens closer. The glass had a crooked vertical gash running through it, ending with a broken rim. He picked them off the snowy ground and placed the pieces into his pocket. Slowly, gingerly, he stood up. He hobbled over to a tree and leaned against it. 

“Hello?” a voice asked in the distance. Eduard blinked, trying to keep his eyes open. He shifted his head to look toward the sound, but all he saw was a blurry forest and a faint glow far away. 

The last thing he remembered was the world turning to black.

---

Eduard drowsily opened his eyes to see a small room. He was in a bed with a thick comforter. It was dark, the windows showed a navy blue night outside. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a stranger walking over with a lit light source, eerily warm for being so small. That’s all Eduard could tell without his glasses. He touched his pocket, relief pouring in when he felt his eyewear. But he still felt tense. One thing was certain: this was an unfamiliar place, he had to get out of here. He tried to muster the energy to teleport, but his body stayed firmly in bed. His magic still wasn’t working it seemed.

“You’re awake.” The man noted, walking over to him.

“Who are you? Where am I?”

“I’m Yong Soo.” The other man said. Eduard narrowed his eyes, trying to make out Yong Soo’s facial features. But it was still too blurry. “I found you passed out on the forest floor and thought to bring you home. But first, no weapons please. Empty your pockets.”

Yong Soo respected him enough not to ruffle through his things. Not that Eduard had anything to defend himself with anyways. Reluctantly, he decided to take out his broken glasses. The man took them and examined the pieces.

“You better not take my glasses for long.” The threat sounded empty, even to Eduard himself, but it felt better than nothing. Being in an unfamiliar place with his blurry vision was putting him on edge.

“Don’t worry about them,” Yong Soo flippantly responded. “Now, my turn: how did you end up in this forest in the middle of nowhere?”

That question stilled him. Eduard wondered how to logically explain falling out of the sky without the use of magic.

“I… don’t know. I didn’t mean to land here. And you still haven’t told me where I am.” 

Yong Soo gently placed his lantern on a nearby table. “We are kind of a new country. I do not know if you know about us, Mr. Sorcerer.”

“Sorcerer?”

“Magic user.” Yong Soo recited an incomprehensible (at least to Eduard) verse and waved his hand. The lantern slowly got brighter.

Eduard sucked in a gasp: that move was powerful. All he knew was transportation spells.

“I’m pretty sure it’s my fault you ended up here.” Yong Soo gestured with his hands, trying to describe his thoughts. “A sprinkle of magic and a bit of boredom, and… poof you’re here now. The spell I used attracts other ‘magic users’ like you and me. I was trying to get my brother, but looks like I can’t get to him for some reason” He sighed, as if he had something more to say but didn’t have the words. “Anyways, I am sorry for barging into your life. Hope that this somewhat makes up for your fall.”

Yong Soo grabbed ahold of Eduard’s hand. Lightly, he nudged Eduard’s fingers so that the palm of his hand would face up. With a flick of the wrist, he produced fully fixed glasses and laid them between Eduard’s thumb and pointer finger. 

“Woah...” Eduard whispered in disbelief, examining Yong Soo’s work. There were spells of all kinds, but he never saw one that ever smoothly put objects back together like this. He put his glasses on and looked at Yong Soo. His blurry vision became sharp. 

The clothes Yong Soo was wearing were so different from the stuff back home. Eduard didn’t have the vocabulary to describe them. He wore something akin to a dress, and the waistline was high, right under the chest. The top of the outfit had long sleeves that were wide, hanging down instead of staying tight around the wrist. He also held a thick book in one hand, part of it hidden under the sleeves.

The light from his lantern lit him up so that his pale beige skin contrasted with the darkness of the room. Dark brown eyes and ink black hair, a flyaway curl sticking out the side. An Eastern Asian man. There was a happy smirk on his face, one that triumphantly proclaimed that he succeeded in fixing the glasses.

“Just a simple little time reversal spell” He tapped on the edge of the frames for emphasis, and Eduard pushed his glasses back up with a huff. “Keep those safe, they’re expensive.”

“Now could you please tell me where on Earth I am? I know I’m not at home.”

“Korea. A bit ago we were Joseon. Now, what’s your name traveler?”

“Eduard.” he paused, trying to grasp everything that was happening. First things first: “How long has it been since I got knocked out?” 

“A few days.”

“Shoot.” Eduard sat up and got out from the covers, ignoring the sting from his right shoulder. “I’ve got to go. Back. You know. Before I got transported to this place.” He tried to muster up the energy to teleport out, but, ever frustratingly, his body still didn’t budge.

“Well. How do you even begin doing that?”

“If I could just…” Eduard concentrated, envisioning his home, and pulling himself mentally closer. But nothing happened. Eduard inwardly groaned.

“Okay there?”

“You don’t understand.” Eduard grumbled, trying to avoid worsening his wounds as he shuffled back under the covers. “Before I teleported, I was writing up this article. I’m part of a team attempting to get an Estonian newspaper off the ground. And well, it’s important to me for my article through… that sounds odd but let me put it this way. Though it may sound simple, it could propel us to become our sovereign nation! Independence, that’s something that has been a rarity. And with all the Russification going on, it’s been rough going.”

<Above probably needs development, I don’t know much about this topic and did minimal research> 

Eduard paused. “Wait a second, how the hell are you speaking Estonian?”

“When I saw that you were European,” Yong Soo showcased the thick book he was holding, “I used up my resources. I searched up a spell that would break a language barrier. Unfortunately, due to my own lack of language skills, I wasn’t able to understand that deciphers written words unfortunately. Then it would be easier to read this damn thing”

Eduard looked toward Yong Soo’s spell book. He recognized the Latin letters, but not the language of the script. “Now where’d you get this from?”

“I got it from a... ” He hesitated, “An acquaintance. From out East, Japan. And he got it from a British guy. My acquaintance is not on good terms with magic, even if he was once enthralled by it, and so I bought it from him.” 

Eduard heard rumors of a strong British sorcery. The spell should be pretty good.

Yong Soo kept going. “It was a good choice too. I have translated some spells in here and they are the only things keeping me from going bonkers. I isolated myself in the middle-of-no-where after all. Turns out it’s good to have a companion, even if that companion is a book.”

Eduard looked at the spell book, intrigued. “Since I can’t go back home anyways, should I test to see how well your spell holds up?

“Aren’t you already doing so? With, um, Estonian, right?”

“Well, if I *speak Russian you’ll understand me?*”

Yong Soo nodded. “Your accent changed a bit though.” 

“And, *if I stretch it… do you understand some broken German?*”

“I do.”

“How about-”

“Hold on. How do you know so many languages?”

Eduard frowned a bit, pausing to understand what Yong Soo was asking. “I’m a polyglot.”

“Yeah, I just so happen to be a polyglot too. But I learned about other languages out of necessity. I used to have a life of splendor, politics, and drama.” He pointed out the window. “I took a break from that by moving to a place with more trees instead of people. Right here. Now, what… ‘normal’ man would be that talented? There has got to be a driving factor.” 

Would it hurt to tell this Korean man about his life? If Eduard teleported out of here as soon as he could, it couldn’t do damage. “I told you earlier, I work for a newspaper. Using language, even other languages too, are my thing. At the same time, polyglots aren’t rare back home. I guess that’s what I get for being born into a place that got bulldozed over by neighboring powers continuously. The place gets pretty bi and multilingual. Other languages get impressed onto us.”

“By… ‘Us?’ You mean, ‘Estonians?’ Of a country that doesn’t exist?” 

“Yes.” Eduard said it with finality.

The Korean man seemed to be mulling over the words, unease spreading over his expression. “I wonder...” Yong Soo stopped abruptly. He walked over to a makeshift kitchen area. “I wonder if you like pickled, spicy food.” He beckoned Eduard to come over too.

“Pickled, yes. Spicy, no. Plus, I told you I have to go back home somehow, even if it is too late.”

Yong Soo looked at Eduard with a knowing glint in his eye. “If you could teleport back now, you would have already.”

“You’re not wrong.” Eduard gestured towards Yong Soo’s hands. “But, you also have a spellbook in your hands. If you really wanted to help, you would have given me a magic boost. I would have been on the way.”

Yong Soo frowned. “I don’t even think there’s a spell for a magic boost. I could be wrong though. I got this book very recently and only a few spells have been translated.”

“That means?”

“Considering the fact that you being here is the combination of both my magic power and yours, it seems like the way back is if I incorporate my magic with yours once more. Unless you can teleport for long distances, you’ll have to stay here with me.”

Eduard felt his heart plunge. They were quiet after that statement. 

<AN: Eduard has a hard time dealing with this new reality that he has to stay in an unfamiliar place. I didn’t give enough breathing room to write his experience with that.>

Yong Soo pointed toward a dish on the table. “I’ve got some cabbage-based kimchi. I have been living on this stuff for months here in the middle of nowhere.”

Eduard walked over to the table, looking over the unfamiliar food. “What are... these?” He tapped on a small porcelain bowl filled with cooked white grains. Then he gestured to two evenly shaped straight sticks, each about the size of a rectangular-ish, thinner, flatter pen.

“A bowl of rice and chopsticks. Of course.” 

Eduard searched around. “You don’t have forks?”

Yong Soo looked up at Eduard and a tangible pause lingered in the air. “Ah. You don’t know how to use chopsticks, do you?”

Eduard crossed his arms. “Look, I appreciate this, but I can’t even eat the food you’re offering me.”

“Well,” Yong Soo took the chopsticks for himself, showcasing how they were used. “I could teach you.”

Eduard’s stomach growled, as if on cue. He sighed, grabbed the chopsticks, and looked up at Yong Soo. “Well then. I guess I’ll have to learn.”

“First of all, you're holding it wrong.” Yong Soo picked up his own pair and let Eduard see his hand. “You raise and lower the top chopstick. And then you can do this.” He grabbed a piece of the cabbage kimchi and lifted it over to his bowl of rice. 

Eduard fidgeted with his hand. He tried to ignore the feeling of embarrassment while trying to get a semblance of the position.

Yong Soo let go of his chopsticks and leaned forward. He guided Eduard’s hand to the right position. He backed up after he was satisfied. “Now try it. Move the chopstick above up and down.”

Eduard tried to focus on his shaky hands. He slowly nudged the chopstick up, but then the lower one clattered onto the table. Yong Soo smothered a giggle.

“Hey, hey now. I’m a beginner.”

“I know, I know.” Yong Soo smiled at Eduard and handed him the fallen chopstick. “Try again.”

Eduard eventually got the hang of the chopsticks. He tasted a bit of the food, gritting his teeth at the unfamiliar taste of kimchi.  

<AN: Yong Soo insisted it was a very common Korean staple, and concluded that Eduard just had a low spice tolerance for the red chili pepper.>

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“You know what? I think I’ve rested for a couple of days, I should try a simple transportation trick. Transporting objects and people are my inherent abilities.”

“I say go for it.”

Eduard laid his chopsticks on the table and shook out his arms. Then, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the chopsticks, making sure to stay a bit away from them. “Come to me now…” 

The chopsticks vanished in a shower of sparkles. Eduard looked toward his hand expectantly. They didn’t appear. 

“Oof!”

A disgruntled Yong Soo pulled the chopsticks out of his hair. He handed them to Eduard. “They tumbled from the ceiling and ran into me.”

“Are you okay?” 

Yong Soo rubbed his head and then cracked up in laughter, “I don’t know about you, but I think you need to rest a bit more.” He tapped on the thick spellbook, “Maybe we can look through this together in the meantime.”

“Sounds fine by me.”

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<AN: Brief continuity error below.>

“There’s something that’s been weighing on my mind Yong Soo. I normally travel short distances. How the hell will I get back home to Estonia?”

“You could make pit stops?”

“Not everyone is as hospitable as you, Yong Soo. Who knows what situation I could end up in.” He sighed, closing his eyes, taking off his glasses, and placing his head in his hand. “I've already been gone for awhile now. If I go back, I’ll get lost and be gone for good.”

Yong Soo looked up, at least that’s what Eduard could tell from his blurry vision, and stretched out his arms. “Well I am trying to work through this spell book to help you.”

“How are you translating it? Can you read English?”

“What do you mean?”

Eduard put his glasses back on and pointed at the spellbook. “The book’s in English, right? You said it was originally from a British sorcerer. I’m wondering if you can read it.”

“I can’t, not really well. But I did get my hands on this dictionary: English to Korean.” He lifted up a second, smaller book for Eduard to see. “I wrote a few notes for myself in the margins.” He pointed toward some notes on the sides. “English… is very different from what I know. Letters versus characters. It’s hard to decipher the text.” Yong Soo gave him a tired look, “You’re lucky, you know that? This dictionary was a really hard find. Without it you’d be stuck here with me until you walk to a port on foot and find a boat headed to Europe. The process is still extraordinarily slow, and I don’t know the vast majority of spells in here at all.” He looked back down to his book.

“Thank you for all this work you’re putting in for me. As a speaker of many European languages, maybe I could help?”

Yong Soo considered it and opened the spell book and the dictionary for Eduard to see. “Why not.”

<AN: they look over the spell book and determine which spells would be useful. This is a process that is tedious but rewarding.>

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It was an abnormally warm winter night, so the two men decided to head outside and make a campfire. After all, it was brighter than a candlelit room with small windows. Out here, they had the stars and the moon too. Yong Soo clutched his spell book and wrote in the margins while Eduard semi-deciphered the word and matched it up in the dictionary. 

<AN: they get in a fight over something which gets somewhat physical, the dictionary (I was also considering the spell book?) slips into the campfire and burns up to a crisp. Imagine like a super comical, ‘keep the book up in the air like a volleyball’ shenanigans before it falls straight into the fire>

Eduard sat down, stunned. “I’ve solidified my own fate. I’m going to be stuck here forever. Shit.”

It was quiet except for the sound of a crackling fire. The two men started as the flames ate up the last of the pages.

“Maybe… maybe… how did you get that dictionary in the first place? What if we try that pathway again.”

Yong Soo mulled over the question before answering. “No that’s impossible. I got it through farway political connections.”

Eduard raised an eyebrow. “With a friend from Japan too?”

“Not friend. Acquaintance, and no it is not from him” He sighed and looked Eduard dead in the eye. “There’s no reason to hide the truth to you about it if we live in the middle of nowhere. Royalty: emperors and all. I used to work for them. Sort of. There’s a lot of things I can do with my inherent ability… I fixed your glasses with it. Mostly I fixed things there too: both physical and politically. In my free time I would make my own little inventions, tinkering with objects, and rewinding their physical state when I really messed up. But I was also a political advisor type. That’s where I really screwed up. Sadly my time spell doesn’t fix everything: it does not work well at all with organic matter for example. I left. I usually have some control over situations, with magic and all, but yet there I felt powerless. I feel like I ran away from it all.”

<AN: I wish I got more details as to what sort of role Yong Soo would play in an Emperor's palace. But I didn’t do my research and frankly don’t know what he would do.> 

<AN: This scene, where the two stare at this fire, is supposed to be a tender, shippable moment: people at their lowest bonding. Talk about YS’s background with Korean Royalty/government. YS’s fears are shown, he’s being vulnerable and talks a bit about his worries. Like Korea being smothered by its neighbors of China (Qing Empire) and Japan, at this point in history, leaning toward the latter. Eduard comforts him, and talks about his own life experience, like how Estonia doesn’t have that sweet sweet independence but it could come (ahem foreshadowing 1918). After the tender moment, with the power of teamwork, YS uses his time-manipulation-on-objects ability and Eduard uses his transportation ability to bring back the dictionary. The logistics behind it have something to do with the fire being extinguished, the ashes being clumped together, lots of back and forth, before they legit reverse a chemical reaction. They are tired out afterwards but satisfied dammit. >

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<AN: There’s a scene in which they learn each other's languages. It’s cute, it’s quirky, and they bond. I’m in no place to implement this because I don’t know Korean or Estonian. A few more sessions of meeting up later, or maybe even in this section, they figure out a mix of spells that can get Eduard to go home.>

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It was time.

The morning was quiet. Eduard looked out the window at the woods. The landscape was dusted with snowflakes. He wore his original clothes, no use of borrowing a hanbok now that he was heading back. Yong Soo joined him next to the window. He scooted closer till their shoulders touched. Despite how cold it was, Eduard felt warm.

“I can’t believe we did it.” He said, looking over to his Korean companion. “Thank you.”

“To think-” Yong Soo shifted, and Eduard turned to look. 

Yong Soo closed his eyes and leaned forward a tad, his bangs shifting to cover his face. 

“Okay there?”

“Yeah.” He sucked in a breath and composed himself. “Before you go…” He handed Eduard a piece of paper covered with beautiful strokes of black calligraphy.

“I haven’t learned these characters yet. What does it say?”

“My name. Three characters read from top to bottom.” He pointed to the very top. “Im,” to the middle, “Yong,” to the last, “Soo. 임.용.수.”

He pulled out another piece of paper for Eduard and a calligraphy pen. “Write your name down now.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to forget you.”

He looked Yong Soo in the eye, forlorn dark brown irises glancing back. He felt a sob rise in his chest and pushed it down. 

Eduard broke eye contact, and signed his full name on the blank sheet of paper. He handed it to Yong Soo. 

“Hold my hand, will you?”

He spread his fingers across the palm of Eduard’s hand. Yong Soo’s sleeve covered up their touch, but Eduard could feel their fingers lacing together. A solid grasp, and Eduard felt fulfilled and broken all at once. When he went home, could he ever feel this intact again?

“I don’t think I could forget you if I wanted to.”

“Write to me?” Eduard smiled despite the regret that he felt, swirling in his body. “I still need to learn that Korean.”

Despite his sad expression, Yong Soo broke into a smile. “Definitely.”

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” Yong Soo let go of Eduard’s hand and stood back, flipping through the spell book in preparation. “In a time where I felt distant from the rest of the world, you were my solid ground.”

“I’ll miss you,” Eduard whispered. He closed his eyes.

Before teleporting away, Eduard heard a faint murmur in response. “I’ll miss you too.”

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Footnotes:

“An acquaintance. From Japan. And he got it from a British guy. My acquaintance is not on good terms with magic, even if he was once enthralled by it, and so I bought it from him.” 

I have long strayed from the Hetalia canon, but this is influenced by those episodes where hws Japan couldn’t see the magic-spirit-types in the hot springs but hws England could.

“At the same time, polyglots aren’t rare back home.“

I have no idea if this is true, but I would think it would be. At least in modern times, it seems as if there's some sort of forced bilingualism that people from small countries that deal with. In this case, for an educated man like Eduard, I think knowledge of other languages (Russian for example) would be very helpful.

“I wonder if you like pickled, spicy food.” He beckoned Eduard to come over too./“Pickled, yes. Spicy, no.”

I was going to have this be a whole bit. About culture comparison and stuff! Turns out, as someone who is neither Estonian or Korean with very little motivation to read through a wiki page, I didn’t have enough content to implement my idea.

“But I was also a political advisor type. That’s where I really screwed up. Sadly my time spell doesn’t fix everything: it does not work well at all with organic matter for example. I left. I usually have some control over situations, with magic and all, but yet there I felt powerless.”

His mess up refers assassination of Queen Min aka Empress Myeingseong. I’m debating whether to keep this part in at all because it’s rather horrible to add things in with little research yet I keep doing it.

Thank you to @/alfredtalia for giving me insight into Yong Soo’s name. If your interested, here’s the link to the post.

There’s probably more that I could write here. I’m fine with discussing unanswered questions about this fic thru tumblr asks.

Thank you for reading this long long post!

[multiplesmutthings]

Yang gets drunk at Junior's Bar. And ends up getting into an argument with some of the patrons. To the point where she gets kicked out. Stumbling on her way to the airship to head to Beacon, she gets surrounded by the same guys she pissed off. Unable to fight them off, they swarmed her and teach her a lesson by fucking her brutally in the alleyway. Until she's a gaping cum filled mess, and with a child in her. (Gangbang, Impregnation)

(And Second ask for the “Use Of A Blonde Bralwer”! Remaining 8 slots are still free game guys!)

“Ugh… Fuck…” Yang walked around the club. Drunkenly stepping through the crowd before bumping into someone and getting her drink on him. “Agh shit… You bastard… look what you did.” She said sluggishly as the taller men turned and looked at her, a group of five were behind him glaring at her but Yang didn’t back off. “Back off fucker’s I just want to get another drink.” She said glaring back at them.

“You stupid blonde bitch! You spilled your drink on me, you’re going to pay.” He said grabbing her wrist before she shook him off and walked towards the bar smirking at him.

“Back off, I’m a huntress I can easily kick all your asses and then some.” She said grabbing a drink and placing some lien on the table. “another round Junior if you would?” She asked smirking at him as he starred at her angrily, watching his six patrons leave. “Junior?” She asked once more shaking her empty cup.

THUD!

“GAH! Ah forget you bastards!” She yelled standing up and dusting herself as she stumbled through the streets. Panting as she made her way to the bullhead docks. Dropping her scroll as her sister Ruby tried to call her. “Bunch of dickheads they are *Hiccup* Who needs em.” She said as she rubbed her head. As she saw them, she smiled dumbly before heading towards it only to get her arm grabbed and pulled back. “AH! Hey who OOF!” She was punched in the gut as her gauntlets were taken off and thrown into a trash can. She was let go as she fell down gasping. Looking up she saw the same man that she had spilled her drink on. “Y-You.” She struggled to speak a bit due to the wind getting knocked out of her.

“Yeah, guess right now you all talk and no bite blonde. Good.” He then leaned down and picked her up by the scruff of her shirt making her groan and kick her legs in the air sluggishly. “Hold her.” He said pushing her against two of his friends who held her arms. He took out a knife making her eyes widen as he began to cut and trim at her clothes, slicing up and letting her jacket, shirt and pants fell down to the ground. Her underwear was taken off normally and pocketed along with her braw as she was fully naked. “Good body you have there blonde, shouldn’t go flaunting it around like this. Someone can get the wrong idea.” He said pulling his pants down as yang noticed the others doing the same, their cock sizes very from nine inches to the leader who’s a girthy 12 inches. She struggled against them and even kicked at one but soon her boots were taken off. All her clothes being tossed into the dumpster as she yelled, and her legs were then grabbed before being spread. “Heh I’m going to enjoy this~”

“H-Hey! Wait stop!” She said feeling her pussy getting rubbed by his cock. No way she’ll let that thing inside of her. Struggling more she moved her hips sluggishly, still a bit drunk before she felt someone else behind her hold her hips still and a searing hot pain came into her ass as he pushed his ten-inch member into her. “GAHAAAAA-“ She froze when the leader grabbed her neck and then forced his cock into her pussy, stretching it apart and making her gasp and choke as his grip got tighter. “Guh.. AGH.. ghnnn..” Her eyes dilated when she felt them moving. Now there she was lying on top of the guys as they let go of her legs, she sluggishly moved them as eh waved around above the leader’s waist while both cocks began thrusting away at her insides. “GUH! TO BIG WAY TOO BIG!” She yelled squirming more, but the men simply ignored her, and she was going to scream for help, not noticing one of them get on his knee’s next to her head. “HEL-GRK! GURK! GAK!” her gags are what came out as he began to brutally fuck her mouth and throat. As she was gangbanged the remaining three men stroked themselves as two went and held her arms, so they made her jerk them off with her hands. Yang’s legs bounced in the air with each strong thrust the leader sent into her. Her rough gags echoed through the alleyway, tears streaming down her cheeks as she was raped. The only saving grace was that she was drunk, and it only hurt half as much as it normally would.

Once the leader pulled his cock out, he smirked and spat at Yang’s pink gaped pussy before shoving his meat back into her, getting back at the drunk girl for spilling her drink on her. Soon enough Yang’s legs stretched out and she let out a desperate cry as she came, her ruined slit clenching down on the leader’s cock while her yells were muffled by another that fucked her throat and used it as a fleshlight. Her lilac eyes went wide when she felt her breasts getting roughed up, getting squeezed roughly enough to leave some bruises while her nipples were pinched. That made Yang’s holes tighten around the three cocks as her toes curled in the air. “Nnnngh getting close… how about you guys?” The leader asked his friends who nodded while one of Yang’s eyes looked up at him, fearful and desperate while lightly shaking her head. It was hard enough to do so with her mouth getting fucked by a cock. “Too bad blonde, your gonna take all our LOADS!” He said groaning out as he unleashed his inside of Yang. She squealed as her legs shook in the air, she could feel her insides getting filled with warm creamy cum. Coupled with the other two guys who let loose their own orgasms into her mouth and ass. A harsh smack to her ass made the drunk blonde moan out loud as they filled her up. Once they finished, they got off of her and pulled their cocks out of her ruined ass and pussy, se gasped and coughed out cum but it was closed shut. “Hey swallow.” The man said as yang whimpered but compiled. Gulping it down shamefully before her arms were tied behind her back and 2 belts tied her ankles to some piped. She panted red faced and tearful as she was shown in a revealing position, her legs spread apart to show off her gaping pussy, cum oozing from it down and over her equally stretched asshole. Her large breasts had hand mark on them, and she looked up at the men, hoping they’ll let her go. She needed to get a pill soon. The leader along with his two friends put their clothes on and he smirked. “Not such hot shit now huh?” He said before gesturing to the other three guys who have hard throbbing cocks from watching and stroking them while awaiting their turns. “You know, for giving us a great time why don’t we leave you a little gift. You know if you don’t already have it.” He said as Yang looked down and saw she had no way to get out and she was dazed from being drunk and fucked. She could barley feel her legs. He then snapped his fingers. “Fill up the cunt only, make sure she’s knocked up.” He said as Yang shook her head.

“Nonono Wa-“ Then her pleads were silenced as the first guy shoved his cock into her pussy, much easier due to how it was stretched but she still felt it. Her gasp and cry for help was also quieted down as he kissed her, making her eyes widen as he bucked his hips against hers. Legs twitching against the bonds as he pounded her cunt before filling up her already full womb up with his load of cum. She gasped as he pulled away and let out a choked-out sob before the other slipped his member into her cum filled fuckhole. She couldn’t even let out any yells as he kissed her as well. His cock sloshing around the cum inside her, his tongue moving against her smaller one. Yang’s eyes began to dull down as she felt herself getting pumped full of more cum. When he pulled out smirking her pussy began to spew out cum but before it could do much more the last man immediately plugged it with his fuckstick. Her bank lilac eyes rolled up and she stuck her tongue out, letting out strained noises before the man sucked on her soft tongue. Thrusting harder than the others Yang easily felt herself getting ruined as cum ran down her ass even as he fucked her, overflowing even as his cock throbbed inside of her and the sounds of his balls smacking against her ass echoed louder with the slick cum. Soon enough she came on his dick and her pussy squeezed and milked it as he shot his baby batter into her. Once he pulled out a large white puddle formed under Yang as cum oozed from her bred pussy. Her legs shook along with her body with blank broken eyes. The three men got dressed and went their way with the others, leaving the cum filled mess that is Yang. She slumped against the wall unable to move due to her legs being weak. Not that it mattered, the pharmacies were all closed at night, leaving yang there as the garbage men came to take the dumpster and trash cans that held her clothes. Not noticing her as they left, leaving the used and broken girl there alone. At least someone would find her, not before using the beautiful naked blonde themselves of course.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

WFC: Siege watch!

Part 1: Episodes 1, 2, and 3

[Part 2] (Linking because Tumblr isn’t even showing the post on my blog or on my dash 🙄)

As a side note: every single person in this fandom is horrible at tagging their spoilers, you guys really need to do a better job at that because I’ve got a bunch of blockers on and I was STILL almost spoiled multiple times. Come on you guys...it literally came out today, be better about this.

Alright going to try and keep expectations low because I feel like the target audience for this is G1 dudebros who take a series about transforming cars way too seriously, but I’m still cautiously optimistic because a friend vetted for the dudes working on this show so WE”LL SEE

Episode 1

Aw man there’s only 6 episodes??? Bummer, I wonder if they’re already working on Season 2 or if they’re going to see how this does and let it die in the water if it’s not popular enough.

Things I know going in: Skyfire / Jetfire is in this, Megatron has big lips, and Elita is in it. That’s literally it, I’ve managed to avoid spoilers thusfar (though a few of the promo images implied Skyfire’s a Decepticon, so you KNOW that’s gonna break bad eventually)

WHEELJACK Wednesday THURSDAY

OH MYG OSH IS THAT SKYWARP??? EXPECTATIONS ARE NOW SKY-HIGH

The transformation sequences look so reminiscent of those stop-motion videos people do of their Transformer toys transforming. This isn’t a dig at the animation style, I think that’s rather charming and I wonder if it’s intentional.

Wow Bumblebee sounds like a jerk. I’m instantly on-edge, please don’t make all the characters ~hyper-masculine mean guys who don’t know how to have fun or talk about their emotions~

“The Autobots aint paying you for attitude” YOU TELL HIM WHEELJACK

Yooo Velocitron exists!

Ahh so Bumblebee IS just a mercenary, not an Autobot

OHOHO HERE”S JETFIRE

Wow Jetfire you’re really going the bad dude route huh

Ayyyyyy there’s Starscream

YOOO THERE”S THUNDERCRACKER

Thundercracker I appreciate that you’re using fancy tech to identify wheeljack but his Autobot badge is literally Right There

WTF

WELL THAT DIDN”T LAST LONG HUH...that’s a bit disappointing

OH NVM THAT WASN”T A HEEL-TURN THAT WAS JUST A STRAIGHT UP “I”M THE BOSS” MOVE

huh so they’re making Skyfire the target of Starscream’s desire for power. hmm

WHY ARE YOU GUYS RUNNING JUST TRANSFORM INTO CARS unless they’re too low on energon to do it??

There he is...Mr. Big Lips

Well that’s a surprising take Megatron

Isn’t that Cybertron and Luna 1 in the sky though?? Are they on Cybertron rn or not??

Megatron’s voice is really throwing me off, if it weren’t for his helmet and color I’d really think that was Overlord

ITS TRUCK DAD

OHOHO HE SAID THE THING!!!!

Why does bumblebee have lips too

“What do you know of slavery?” Alright that line did make me go “OHHHH”

“Alpha Trion would be ashamed!” “Of us both, I think” ouch, but nice to see Alpha “Grandpa” Trion back in a series

Megatron PLEASE don’t say “I’m enjoying this, Prime” in that voice while I can hear Optimus groaning in the background

AYYY ELITAAAAAA

Why are the Seekers chasing these guys, who are running on foot, ON FOOT??? CHANGE INTO YOUR DANG ALT MODE

WHEELJACK SWORE

man I’m only like a few minutes in and I’m already bored. I’m going to watch the whole thing, but I feel like this is really lacking soul or personality so far. It very much feels like the script was written by people who aren’t familiar with these characters, so they’re writing them how they EXPECT them to sound, not writing them as they actually are. It’s more than a little disappointing, but this is only the first episode, so I’ll keep going and see if this is consistent throughout the series.

Oh man, just listening to Elita you can tell she was written by a dude. Oof.

There’s the Ark!

Dang everyone’s running low

Jeez Optimus and Elita wouldn’t just walk by all these injured Autobots!

And Optimus wouldn’t brush off his officers!! Agh!!!

YO Ultra Magnus!

Chromia!!!!!

oh my gosh is THAT Red Alert??

Hey where’s Ratchet though

Gosh the writing is so STIFF!!!! I can’t stand this, if I wasn’t a die-hard Transformers fan I would’ve bounced a few minutes ago

 It might also be the way the VAs pause between words, please speak normally, these constant pauses between words are frustrating

Ok but where the frick is Soundwave

“His arrogance I actually like” pfft

Annnnd here comes Ultra Magnus to accept the treaty on Prime’s behalf, where he’ll get held hostage and probably wind up beefing it.

Episode 2

SOUNDWAVE!!!! BABY

And Shockwave!!! 

YO SKYWARP ACTUALLY GOT A SPEAKING LINE

I want to know where Megatron got all this fabric for those stupid flags and where Ultra magnus got that cloak

Is. Is that Prowl with a weird paint job

Wow bad aim dude

Ultra Magnus you dummy....

Ok but if it was a battle then who were they fighting against???

Wow you’re really just gonna stand there and take that Magnus?

I know they’re on a time-crunch because they only have 6 episodes, but they have to do more to make me care about the characters. I’m inclined to care about them already because I’m familiar with the series and because as a stand-alone, even I’m like “Ok. So?” whenever new problems come up for them. I’m not invested!

Not to compare the two, because I feel like this entire liveblog will turn into a comparative essay, but Cyberverse got me invested in characters within the first episode! They were on an even TIGHTER time-crunch because their episodes were only 10 minutes, and yet they did a great job weaving a tight narrative and making good use of their time to tell a story and have characters charm the audience.

Optimus: Til All Are One Rodimus, coming out of nowhere: TIL ALL ARE ONE

WELL THAT”S NOT THE VOICE I WAS EXPECTING FOR SHOCKWAVE he sounds a bit reminiscent of his TFA version

What does de-rez mean

Ok but that’s assuming that this thing will automatically reprogram them?? Reformatting doesn’t automatically mean someone will turn into a Decepticon!

You know, there’s a lot of talking in the show but the dialogue doesn’t actually say a lot. It doesn’t reveal much about the characters or tell me who they are.

YOOO THERE”S SOUNDWAVE

AUDIO BOOB

It really annoys me that characters always pause after saying “I”. It’s always “I.........[long pause] rest of their sentence.”

what do you mean “Teams” Optimus there’s like 5 of you guys

I love you Soundwave!!!

Whoa wait was that Impactor in the background?

ughHHHHHH I HATE THAT MY BIGGEST PET PEEVE IS “what have you done?” SAID UTTERLY MONOTONE WHEN IT’S NOT EVEN A BIG DEAL!!! YOU CAN”T FLIP THAT LINE OUT WITHOUT ACTUALLY PUTTING IN THE FOOTWORK TO EARN IT!!! AGH!!!

Again, it feels very much like the writers read the wikipedia page for Transformers and maybe the first sentence of each character’s bio page and then wrote the entire script from there. It’s frustrating. I hate being so severe in my reviews because I hate dunking on my fellow writers because they don’t always have final say in what happens, but this is astonishingly poor writing.

Like, I can see what they’re TRYING to accomplish, but it feels like they whiff so badly.

YO IT IS IMPACTOR

oh thats Barricade that’s why I thought that was Prowl

Chromia!!!! My darling!!!! I can’t believe there’s only two girls in this show so far

Oh that’s Cog, I wasn’t sure if that was Beachcomber or what

Nice one Chromia

Oh is that Mirage?

Ugh ANOTHER WRITING PET PEEVE: Constantly having characters start to say something but then then their dialogue gets cut off. It’s fine if it’s once in a while but over and over it’s annoying

I also feel like a lot of the VAs lack...emotion. They don’t emphasize the lines. Like, “Get him into the repair bay” is one example. Depending on how you emphasize certain words in that sentence, you can infer a lot! Emotion, the state of mind of the character, etc. But when it’s delivered in such a bland way, it’s a bit like “ok whatever”, which is how I’m starting to feel about this whole show. This doesn’t go for all the VAs or all lines, but it’s consistent enough that my mind’s wandering.

RAVAGE??? RAVAGE???? RAVAGE?!?!?!??!?!

It was probably Bumblebee.

Not to be nitpicky but it should be “Neither we nor the Autobots”

The idea of reformatting is so stupid!!! It implies that Autobots and Decepticons are inherently different, which is stupid!! It’s so dumb WHY DO YOU GOTTA GO THAT ROUTE IT”S SO STUPID (ESPECIALLY SINCE THEY”RE TACKLING THE TOPIC OF OPPRESSION??? THEY”RE SAYING THEY”RE LITERALLY DIFFERENT SPECIES AND USING IT AS A PLATFORM TO SAY ONE GROUP IS INHERENTLY BETTER THAN THE OTHER. THAT SUCKS)

Episode 3

RATCHET!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lmao love your lipgloss Megatron

Ohh is Ratchet going to fix Impactor??

PROWL??? HE”S SO SHORT

Gosh please, please don’t have humans in this show

lmao Skyfire called Starscream a tool

RATCHET!!! :D

I’d like to see who was on the writing team of this show

Isn’t that Mirage?

YEAH THAT IS MIRAGE

Again with the sentences consistently being cut off....

Is that Sunstorm?

Points to Chromia and Mirage for showing the first bitof personality in this show.

Yooo Ratchet! Oof he’s not chummy with Prime huh

YOO CAMINUS EXISTS TOO

LMAO FEISTY GRANDPA

Oh Mirage come on

Actually no, don’t shut Impactor up he’s right

“I didn’t patch you up just so you could blow a valve here” *snorts*

Wouldn’t it be frickin hilarious if Magnus just popped open a panel and Minimus came out and just dipped outta there

lmao nice lightsaber Jetfire

LMAO “PULL THE TRIGGER MAGNUS”

JEEZ JUST PUNCH HIM RIGHT IN THE FACE WHY DON”T YOU 

Ratchet is the ONLY character they’ve given personality in this show so far.

Jeez Mirage cool your jets

Oh for frick’s sake Optimus be cool

Megatron please stop torturing your ex boyfriend

Ok but who did they rise against??? Were there Quintessons in this universe too?

oh come on you guys

Oh boy something tells me Skywarp isn’t going to survive the rest of this episode

Oh jk, Skyfire just let him go. Well alrighty then

I’m not sure how they found the Autobot base, they implied that it was because of Impactor but that doesn’t make sense

This post is getting long so I’m going to spit it between two posts

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH WE'RE BACK Y'ALL!!

Yooo what's happening :o

Ahhh a dinosaur lol

Ayyy kid :D go off seems like fun

Oh no D:

Ahh he has a stutter

Nahh these kids are acting sucky >:((

Awww poor kid :(( <3

Agh doing exercises too xd 😭

I feel that xd physically though not for speech

YO

Oh okay phew just a bird

Still not good o.o

UH OH

OH MY GOSH THE FREAK

HELLO???

What the freak was that

Ohhhh a gas cloud o.o

Oop one week earlier!

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Hi Owen :D

Oof xD of course she's an ex now lol

Oof, sorry Owen :((

Glad you're in therapy or something though

LOL, a cloud 👀

Hi Tommy :))!

Why is she here?

Ahhh grief counseling together :((

Oof xd yeah multiple

:O a year ago!! Dang okay

It was expected because you helped him lol

This guy keeps getting close xd

Aww :( <3

Hey guys :')

Ahh yeah she's gonna know- yep, that it's TK :')

It just sucks Owen <33

Ahhh okayy

LOL I bet there is and that's the problem

YEP LOL

Hi Marjan :D!

Hi Paul 🥰

LOL a race

Hi Nancy :))!!

Hi Mateo :D!!

Hi TK 🥰!!

Okayy okayy

show me the ring-

Sorry sorry xD

No spitting xD

LOL the tortoise xD

Not the peteringgg crazyy

GO GO GO GOOO

Hmmm- I think it goes to Marjan!!

SLFKGHKDS MATEO

Oope lol xD

Hmm y'all be careful

Glad they're chilling and still besties with it though 🥰

Oope 😳👀

Hmmm we'll see xD

Oop?

Okay okay

Hmmm idk about not balancing something xD I know there's gonna be a crash and I don't like ittt

This foreshadowing I mean

UH OHHH that's especially not a good vibe o.o

Hmmm

Uh ohh car following them o.o

Aww poor guy :( yeah I get it that seems rough

OPE GOSH O.O

Dang they're trying to rob them O.O

I mean don't they have protection xD like they are an armored truck lol

Ooope uh ohhh

Yeah driving on that avenue, might wanna clarify

OPE OH MY GOSH

OH NO 😳😭

That's not good xdd

Ohh riiight it's a train crash that comes later my bad. Still though lol, you could tell xD.

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

that last paragraph is such a mood. especially with keith being a psyche major and me wanting to major in psyche i already see the tendencies of approaching a problem and trying not to therapize the person and just being there for them and getting out of that mindset is tough. and now with Lance just Keith wanting go be there for him but knowing Lance needs his space. it just agh it sucks. Not knowing how to offer the best support is tough on Keith's end. Though I understand Lance's needs

Oof yes ^^

[themaskedwriter]

Tear You Apart

Summary: while undercover in a local gang, you have the unfortunate pleasure of meeting the infamous Punisher. 

Frank Castle x Reader.

Warnings: SMUT, some blood, some fighting, and bad language… so nothing new, right? Word count: 3,397 OOF Clues: Number 1. I have a witty url, number 2. I have an obsession with one particular blue eyed Marvel man, and finally number 3. I write mostly smut because I suck at writing fluff lol.

Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right

At the right place and right time, maybe tonight

You shut your eyes as you let your body roll to the gritty riff of the song. Hands slipped under your oversized blue flannel and ran under your ripped t-shirt. The battered hands caught on the strings of your fishnet bodysuit as they traveled along your skin. He pulled your body closer to his and you ran a hand through your hair as you began to grind your body against his.

And the whisper or handshake sending a sign Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind

“You packing, sweetheart?” His voice was gruff in your ear and his beer tinged breath ruffled your hair. You smiled to yourself and spun around in his arms.

“Always.” You smirked as you wrapped your arms around his neck and his leg slipped between yours. Another set of hands rested on your hips and you found yourself pinned between two men on the makeshift dance floor.

Or maybe this is danger and he just don’t know You pray it all away but it continues to grow

Lips and teeth scraped against your throat and you sighed contently. As the bass hummed in your chest and the lights flashed hypnotically, you began to lose yourself, or rather your persona you had spent nearly six months perfecting. Six months you had spent undercover. Six fucking months.

You had been on eggshells since you had started. Now, you felt like you could breathe! It was dangerous, letting the real you slip from behind your mask, but in that moment, you just didn’t fucking care.

I want to hold you close Skin pressed against me tight Lie still, and close your eyes girl So lovely, it feels so right

It had taken forever to be allowed so close to the gang, but your pretty face was enough to let even the toughest walls fall down. And you were on the younger side (fresh out of the police academy as well) and no man could resist having a piece of fresh meat around to look at.

Though during all your time there, they still hadn’t shared enough with you and what they had shared, wasn’t enough to take them down for good. But you were up for the challenge and eager to prove yourself.

The hands on your bare thighs brought you back to your current position and you shook your head to clear your mind of everything.

I want to hold you close Soft breasts, beating heart As I whisper in your ear I want to fucking tear you apart

The lights shot on and everyone groaned at the light change. The music continued to blast and not even a second after the lights came in, the sound of automatic gunfire boomed. The dance floor dispersed instantly and scattered screams rang out as the women in the room ran away.

“No, no, no, no…” you muttered as you shoved your way through the panicking crowd. You raced around the warehouse and finally spotted the leader of the gang.

“Find him! Fucking kill him!” He shouted at his men. You grabbed his hand and pulled him aside.

“I know a way out!” You shouted over the gunfire and the agonizing screams. His men were falling left and right, but she couldn’t seem to figure out how many attackers there were and at the rate they were falling, she doubted that it would only be one man.

“I’m not fucking running!” He scoffed. He went to turn back around, but you grabbed his face and kissed him hard.

“Please,” you said. “You can’t rule the world when you’re dead.”

He shot a look to his right hand and he nodded his head.

“Go, boss! We’ll get him!” He said. The leader turned to you and nodded as well. You grabbed his hand again and dragged him towards the garage. You shut the door behind you and locked it quickly and then you raced towards a tarp that was laying on the ground and you shoved it to the side, revealing a trap door. You grunted as you yanked it open and you looked at him expectantly.

“Go!” You said. The boss stood there for a moment and his eyes darted from you to the trap door.

“How did you know that was there?” He asked cautiously.

“Does it matter?” You scoffed. “Go or we’ll both die!”

BANG! The door splintered apart and you flinched. The boss snarled as he reached down, pulled you off the ground and held you in front of him as a shield with his arm around your throat. You screamed as you came face to face with the barrel of a sawed off shot gun and a brutish man covered in blood and bruises.

“Back up, Castle!”

“The Punisher…” You breathed.

“And you,” he hissed in your ear as he drew his gun and placed it at your temple. “Reach for your gun and you’re fucking dead. You got that, cop?!”

You nodded your head slowly and wiped your face clean of your fearful facade. Castle’s eyes flashed as he glanced from you to the boss.

“Do what you have to, Frank—” if you couldn’t bring that man to your kind of justice, you’d settle for Frank’s kind of justice. Anything would be better than letting him back out into the world without your keen eye.

“Shut your mouth!” His grip on your neck tightened and you winced.

“Hey, easy,” Frank took a step towards you two and the boss pointed his gun in Frank’s direction.

“Stay where you are!”

You slowly reached for your front pocket and slowly brought out a small switchblade. You glanced at the gun that was still pointed at Frank and you flipped the blade open and sliced at the arm around your throat.

“AGH! You bitch—!” You dropped to the ground.

The boss fell back and hit the ground with a definite dead thud. You scrambled towards him and pressed your hands to the gaping wound in his chest.

“No, no, no, no,” you hissed. “You don’t die! Don’t die! I’ve been working this for too long for you to fucking die!”

Blood bubbled up from his lips as he gurgled and gasped for air. Blood began to pool around his body, soaking your thigh high lace up boots, and the concrete around you. His chest heaved as his organs failed him and he let out a wet exhale as his last breath left his body.

“He’s done, kid.” Frank said.

“You!” You growled. “You’re under arrest!”

You stood up and drew your gun. Frank scoffed.

“I saved your life and this is the thanks I get?” He shook his head.

“Put your weapon down, get on your knees, and put your hands on your head!” You snarled. A door behind Frank and two men unloaded their clips. You screamed as a bullet ripped through your side and you hit the ground hard. Frank spun around with a roar and shot them both in the head.

You sat up as you clutched your side and Frank hurried over to you. He pressed one of his hands to your wound and you hissed.

“You’re gonna be okay, okay?” He said quickly. Without a warning you jerked up your gun and pulled the trigger twice. Frank ducked and another man in that same doorway, dropped dead.

“Shit, kid,” he slipped an arm around your waist and then an arm under your legs.

“Ahh!” You screamed in pain as he picked you up and you clutched onto his blood soaked vest. He stood up and began to carry you out of the warehouse.

“You’re still under arrest, Castle.” You muttered as you rested your head on his chest. Castle walked swiftly towards a big black van.

“Yeah?” He said dryly. “How’s that gonna work?”

He opened the back of the van and then gently set you down. He shut the doors and then walked around and climbed into the front seat.

“We’re gonna get you to a hospital.”

“No,” you groaned. “No hospitals. My cover is blown. They’ll kill me.”

“The only people who knew, are dead.” Frank said.

“There were cameras, Castle. Once they see,” you cried out as he drove over a rather large pothole. “The tapes, I’m done.”

“Shit.” Frank huffed.

“Don’t think it hit anything important,” you said. “Just need it out and stitched.”

Frank muttered something incomprehensible under his breath and he sighed loudly as he ran a hand over his face.

“How much you bleeding?”

“Got time to get out of the area, if that’s what you want to know.” You replied.

“Good. Hang on, kid.”

“I’m not a kid. I’m a fucking cop.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

It took about thirty minutes, but soon you rolled up to a motel and Frank took a second to remove his vest and somewhat clean the blood off his face before he hopped out to get a room. He came back about five minutes later helped you out of the back of the van.

You slung your arm over his shoulders and his arm stayed around your waist as his other hand held your arm.

“Grab that bag, if you can.” Frank said. You grabbed it and you both made your way to your motel room. He unlocked the room and you made your way to the bathroom. You leaned against the counter as you removed your flannel and your shirt.

“Aw fuck.” You muttered as you shakily touched your wound. Frank walked into the bathroom with a suture kit in his hands and he knelt down to examine you. He set the suture kit on the counter along with a bottle of whiskey and you snatched it up and took a long swig.

“This is going to hurt,” Frank said. “You wanna sit, officer?”

“No,” you inhaled sharply as you lowered the bottle. “Just get it out.”

Frank nodded his head and he opened the kit. He grabbed the tweezers and then gripped your body suit with both hands and ripped it where the bullet hole was. You took another sip as he began near your wound with the tweezers. He pressed his hand to your stomach and you held your breath.

“AGH!” You screamed as he dug around for the bullet and when it was finally over you felt about ready to just knock out. “Holy fuck!”

“I’m gonna patch you up now.” Frank said. You nodded your head and looked way as he stitched you up. You took a couple more sips of the whiskey and Frank stood up with a grunt. He reached beside you and pulled a bottle of some pain pills out of the suture kit. He pushed the bottle into your hand and then disappeared into the bedroom. You took a single pill and Frank came back into the room holding a long sleeve shirt. He handed it to you and you took it with a smirk.

“Make you uncomfortable?” You couldn’t exactly wear a bra with the outfit you had on, but Frank treated you like a lady and his gaze never slipped.

“Just tryna protect your modestly, officer.” He said. You chuckled and slipped it on. He went to leave the bathroom again, but you grabbed his hand and stopped him.

“Thanks,” you said. “For everything.”

“Mmm-hmm.” He licked his lips and gave you a short nod. You looked down at your clasped hands and your brows furrowed. His knuckles were battered and bloody and you pulled him closer. You grabbed a wash cloth, ran it under the faucet, and gently rubbed the blood and dirt off his hand. Once that hand was clean you gestured for the other one. He complied and let you clean his other hand.

Now that the pain med was kicking in, you were actually able to take a second to appreciate Frank’s unique beauty. His nose was crooked, probably from being broken a few times, black bruises covered his cheek, his jaw, the side of his head, and his eyes were dark, but not because they were brown. You couldn’t begin to imagine the horrific things those eyes had witnessed, but it was clear it had taken its toll on him. You glanced at his lips and thought they’d be nice lips to kiss for a second, before you shook your head as an attempt to cast the thought away.

Frank Castle was not the most attractive man out there, but god damn it if you didn’t find yourself feeling self conscious and nervous under the same scrutiny you had just given to him. You tried to ignore it his gaze, but you could feel it as if traveled across your features and paused at your mouth.

You cleared your throat awkwardly and let go of his hand. “Thanks again.”

“Yeah…” He murmured. He stood there for a second, contemplating. You weren’t sure what he was contemplating, but soon he shook his head and was about to walk about of the bathroom again. Before he could leave, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down for a soft kiss. Yeah, they were nice to kiss…

He kissed you back for a moment before he pulled back gently.

“You—you don’t have to…” He cleared his throat. “You don’t—”

“I want to.”

“You’re hurt. I shouldn’t take advantage—”

“It’s gonna take way more than a bullet to keep me from getting what I want,” you smirked at him. “And you’re not.”

“I’m older than you…” Frank said sheepishly.

“Are you going to keep making excuses or are you going to kiss me?” You cocked your head to the side and Frank sighed.

“Ah, shit.” He said before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours firmly. You moaned against his mouth and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his body closer to yours. His hands rested on your hips lightly. He tasted like copper as you kissed him.

You backed him up slowly into the bedroom and when the bed hit the back of his knees he sat down and pulled you into his lap. Your hands slid up his chest and up into his thick hair. While he refined the passion in the kisses, his hands stayed frozen at your waist.

“You can touch me, y’know.” You said in between kisses. Frank pulled away from your lips and pressed his forehead to yours.

“I know… It’s just been a while…” He said slowly. You knew the feeling. Maybe not the same way he did (you saw enough of the news to know about what happened to him and his family), but you had spent six months alone. There was no way you were going to risk any type of relationship while you were out in the field like you were.

You pressed a light kiss to his cheek and you pulled the shirt he gave you, over your head. You could feel Frank holding his breath as you grabbed his hands and guided them over your body. You ran them over your breasts and he exhaled sharply. He gave them an experimental squeeze and you bit your lip as you smiled at him.

You leaned in and kissed him again and this time he broke the kiss to place more kisses along your jaw, your throat, and the curves of your breasts, before he moved one hand to make room for his mouth and tongue. You moaned softy and that seemed to give him a bit more courage. His free hand slipped behind your back and ran down your spine as he pushed your body closer to his. Frank growled against your skin as you began to grind against him and one of your hands slid under his shirt. He jumped slightly at your touch, but a second later he pulled away from your chest and pulled his shirt off. He tossed it to the side and you gently pushed him down into the bed and as he laid back, he lifted up his hips and scooted back onto the bed so he was laying completely on the bed.

You ran your hands down his chest and traced the scattered scars across his body. You leaned down and began to press tender kisses to every scar you saw and Frank sighed contently. After you had given each scar an appropriate amount of attention, you pulled a condom out of your pocket (one of the gang members had slipped it to you earlier that day half-jokingly) and held it between your teeth as you slipped off his lap and began to shimmied off your shorts.

You climbed back into his lap and began to undo his belt. Frank chuckled softly and he slipped a finger under the leg opening of your fishnet bodysuit. You swatted at his hand as he pulled it back and let it snap back against your skin.

“How am I supposed to get past this?” Frank asked with an amused look on his face and he pulled the condom out from between your teeth. You leaned in and nipped playfully at his bottom lip.

“Just pull it to the side.” You replied. Frank laughed softly.

“Classy,” he sat up and pressed a light kiss to your lips. “But, no. Hope you’re not too fond of it.”

And what followed that, was a loud, rip! You gasped and Frank quickly pulled off the remnants of your bodysuit. His hands ran over you slowly as he savored the curves of your body and then he began to slide his pants and boxers down. When you tried to get things going before he fully removed his pants, he chuckled and he kissed you tenderly.

“Hey, no need to rush, things, m‘kay?” He murmured in between kisses. You cupped his cheeks as you pressed your forehead to his.

“Sorry,” you said breathlessly. “It’s just been a while for me too.”

“Yeah.” Frank’s dark eyes searched yours for a moment and he leaned up and kissed you hard. You moaned against his mouth and sat up in his lap. He lined himself up with you and you exhaled sharply as you sunk down on him. You were both gasping for air by the time you fully took him in. His fingers bit into your thighs while your fingers grasped his biceps hard.

You moved slowly at first, just testing the waters. Frank’s hips jerked up to meet yours and you moaned softly as you continued to rocked against each other. Frank groaned and he buried his face in your neck as he placed biting kisses up and down your throat. You threw your head back as he bit down on a particularly sensitive spot on your throat and one of Frank’s hands tangled up in your hair.

Without warning, Frank rolled you two over and he thrust himself back inside you rather roughly and you cried out.

“Was that too—?”

“No, no, keep going.” You said quickly. So he did.

The headboard slammed against the wall of the motel room as the bed rocked back and forth with an obnoxious squeaking noise. You grabbed his face and kissed him sloppily as he fucked you relentlessly into the abused mattress. Your skin burned against his and you wrapped your legs around his waist as you dragged your nails down his battered back. Frank groaned as he reached up and grasped the headboard with one hand, but his other hand stayed at your hip.

“Oh god,” you hissed. “Fuck!”

You came with a moan and you dug your nails into his lower back. Your body hummed with pleasure as he worked you through your high and you threw your head back when he slipped his hand in between your legs as an attempt to throw you over the edge one more time before he finished.

You came once again and Frank was quick to follow. You both panted for air and moaned when he finally slipped out of you. He tossed the condom in the waste bin and pulled you into his chest as he setting down with an arm under his head.

“Fuck.” You murmured contently. Frank chuckled and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Ditto.”

[fabulouspotatosister]

emotional support timelord(tm)

summary: yes, it does suck that you've been heavily drugged by an unfortunate understanding, but team tardis finds that you are still up and meme-ing! mostly.

anyway just take this. idk what this even is i just wanted to write this after seeing “emotional support timelord” on a post lmao

"Where have you been?"

That's Yaz's voice - or at least, you hope it's Yaz's voice. There's a firm hand gripping your arm, the faint, far-away sounds of a busy street, and the feeling of cold stone against your back. Where am I? What...

"I haven't - " You blink. "I was just with you guys, I didn't go anywhere."

You hear Yaz sigh, and you can imagine her turning her head to the side in frustration. "We split up to find you. The rest of the team are all around the city. Are you okay?"

You want to say "I'm fine, I'm totally fine" but your mouth feels like its full of cotton. Instead, a strangled noise escapes you, a cross between a groan and a grunt, and the grip on your arm tightens.

"Can you walk?" It's Yaz again, concern coating her words. You must look terrible for her to sound like that. You manage a nod, but the motion makes your head spin. You groan again, feeling your arm escape Yaz's grasp, but she catches you just as fast as you're falling.

"Okay, you're not walking like that," she says finally, holding your arm and throwing it over your shoulder. Yaz is warm, really warm, so you lean into her, breathing shallow. You're so sleepy. When did you get so sleepy? "Come on."

You feel yourself being moved, being lifted, and you drift. Time moves forward in lurches - sometimes, all you can feel is the leather of Yaz's jacket on your cheek and other times you can hear the sounds of a city around you, feel the biting wind against your face. Sometimes, you can hear Yaz speak, pleas for you to stay awake, before you slip into darkness.

You jolt awake when you hear someone shouting your name faintly - Ryan. Blearily, you try to get a good look at him, only to see a dark blue person-shaped blob standing against a tall building. Beside him seems to be Graham, hands in his pockets. You raise a hand weakly.

"Doc! They're back!" Graham shouts, and another vaguely person shaped shape emerges from behind a door - not the TARDIS, you note. The person raises their hands in the air (in excitement? Exasperation? Both?) before running over to you and Yaz. It's only until the person's close to you that you see the curling blonde hair, the lilac jacket and the bright inquisitive eyes that you realize who it is.

"Doctor?" you manage, then internally flinch at the sound of your voice. It sounds rough, like you haven't drunk water in years, and it's terrible. You try to look up at the Doctor, but find yourself squinting at the sun - suns? - behind her.

"Where'd you find her?" the Doctor asks, looking up at Yaz.

"Near where we parked the TARDIS. It was like - like she'd run away from something, but couldn't make it far enough," Yaz says.

"Agh, worm," you mumble, impassioned. They were probably right. Terrible, indeed.

(You hear Graham incredulously say "worm?!" to Ryan, who can only laugh and say "worm" back at him.)

There's only silence before the buzzing, whirring noise of the Doctor's sonic fills the air, the sound getting louder and softer as she scans your body. The noise is a lot in your muddled state. It's actually piercing. You wince, earning you a soft and familiar "sorry".

"What's wrong with her?" When did Ryan get here? "Is she okay?"

"She's been drugged," the Doctor began, "special blend native only to this planet. They must have thought she was an invader when we stepped out of the TARDIS. To them, it's an instant tranquilizer, but for humans… it just slows them down a lot. Yaz, help me -"

You feel Yaz shift, feel her unhook your arm from her shoulder, and the you're weightless for a moment, before you're caught in someone else's arms. You smell tea, and peppermint, and you know --

"Oof," you mutter, leaning into the Doctor's touch. "Feels organic."

You hear Ryan cough.

"Are we heading back to the TARDIS, then?" Graham asks.

"Yeah," she says, an air of finality in her voice. She pulls your arm around her shoulder, just like Yaz did, but her hold is a little bit firmer, a touch… more protective. She's got her arm around your shoulder too, the touch of her hand like an anchor.

And you drift again. It's not fun, you realize, because it feels like whoever was writing your life didn't want you awake for the boring parts. Conversation drifts through the team, Yaz occasionally speaking up, Graham cracking a joke to lighten the mood, and Ryan asking the Doctor questions about the drug, which she was all too happy to answer.

"You see, Ryan, this drug - it's meant to keep intruders at bay so they can be captured and interrogated." The Doctor's voice is like a beacon, so you try to hang on to it, clinging to any semblance of concsiousness so you could stay awake for longer and not be completely useless. "It knocks species of the same physiology as them out right away, but for some reason it doesn't process as quickly through humans. Why does it do that? I might have to run a few tests when we get back. Maybe I could ask them for a sample!"

At "knocks them out right away", you groan. "God, I wish that were me."

"No, you don't," the Doctor says suddenly, probably not understanding that you just wanted to sleep. "That drug also can be fatal without the antidote. So hopefully I can synthesize one - "

Suddenly, there's a booming noise, and the Doctor staggers backwards, taking you with her -- and then in front of you is a large, hulking being, definitely larger than the whole team combined. It's silhouetted by the light of the planet's suns, casting a shadow over you.

That was the one that --

You stiffen, something in you recognizing that it was the one that might have drugged you, and the Doctor turns to you, something stirring in those bright eyes of hers. Then, she turns away to face the being, staring it down (or up? It was quite tall, after all).

"Did you do this to my friend?" the Doctor asks, planting one booted foot in front of the other.

The being is silent for a long time, before it bows. "I apologize. We did not mean to hurt your companion. We simply made a mistake. They ran away before we could administer the antidote for the tranquilizer."

The Doctor hums, and then you notice that she's running her hand up and down your arm. "And you promise to let us leave after this?"

"Yes. You have not commited any crimes against our kind. We thought you were intruders, but you were simply - " The being pauses to think. "Tourists."

"Yeah, well, there's isn't a big difference between intruders and tourists," the Doctor says, and you chuckle weakly. She beams. "How will you administer it?"

"If you would just hand your companion over," the being says, outstretching a giant arm.

Hesistantly, the Doctor unwraps your arm from her shoulder - and then she's gone, a strange vacuum replacing the space that she used to be in, and everything blurred again, the world shifting and moving and -

"...no," you mumble, your words slurring, your mouth not catching up with your brain, the only thing coming to you being a classic line - "no, sir that's my emotional support Time Lord."

You hear what's probably Ryan wheezing from behind you.

"Your what?" the Doctor asks, amused, and you blink at her. No, she wasn't laughing at you, but her arms were crossed and she looked very, very happy. No, no, don't talk -

"Emotional support Time Lord," you say, quieter this time, enunciating the words carefully as if they had a trademark after each one. Yaz is hiding her mouth behind her hand, and Graham's just smiling.

"Oh, that's brilliant," is the Doctor's response, a smile spreading over her features. She reaches out, and, still smiling at you, takes your hand. "That's an honor. Emotional support Time Lord. I might just give up the whole saving the universe business!"

While Yaz breaks out into laughter, the being brushes away some of your hair, and places something very warm on your neck. A tingling sensation spreads from your collarbones to your fingers, and the haze thats been clouding your mind lifts, if only a little bit. Just enough for you to really see the Doctor, and the rest of Team TARDIS, all beaming at you.

"Don't," you warn, and then you promptly fall over.

The Doctor catches you for the second time that day. You cringe up at her, suddenly feeling very silly, but she keeps smiling at you, her face scrunching up in that familiar way that it always does.

You grab her hand and step out of the being's grasp. It may not have a mouth, but it seems like it's smiling at you, so you nod at it. "Thank you."

"You are very welcome," it booms, then it disintegrates, and you're left watching its ashes lift up into the air and zoom away.

"Back to the TARDIS, then?" Yaz asks, and the Doctor nods. "Good, 'cause I was getting a little tired of the double suns."

"Yeah, it's a bit hot, innit?" Graham groans, and you laugh. Except -

The world seems to tilt again, and your heart climbs to your throat. Not again! "Hey, Doctor, did the antidote actually work? Because - I mean - I don't feel so good."

"Too soon!" Ryan mutters, then - "Oh, is something actually - "

The Doctor rushes to you, holding your arm. She turns on the sonic, whirring and buzzing, then brings the device to her face. She scrunches her nose, her mouth open in confusion. "It is working!"

"Then why am I - "

Somewhat mercifully, you black out.

(After you pass out, Ryan solemnly stands over you, hands clasped over his stomach, and says in a quiet tone, "F." He gets a smack from Yaz before she tells him to help pick you up.)

[feuqueerfire]

The Merciless Live Blogging

Added it after watching Strangers From Hell, it's got Im Siwan in it and is also apparently focused on 2 men and is darker? action-y?

I too don't like fish and everybody's like "are you even [nationality] if you don't like fish?"

oh lol

1 Day After Release From Prison

wait, I thought this took place inside a prison at least partially but maybe not?

3 Years Ago

oh that fight thing was happening in the prison

the referee cigarette tax cellmate guy is called Han Jaeho

13 Days After Release From Prison

oh this is gonna be 2 timelines at once

ah, so Jaeho greeted Siwan's character when he was released and brought him to the criminal empire that he's a part of?

Prison

oh? okay I'm slightly lost because I'm also playing 2048 but kinda get it. so Jaeho got usurped because the new guy was gonna pay the chief or whoever more ig and then a lackey tried to kill Jaeho, who Siwan's character saved him from. Then, they blackmailed the chief? using those cigarette photos because it'd be bad if it got out that the chief was letting everybody have access to cigarettes and taking a cut of the money? and so the chief are letting Jaeho do whatever they want with new guy now?

damn boiling water on the mans. but it's not really satisfying to see the torture because we as the audience don't really hate that new guy mans much

wait idgi who is Mr. Ko that's paying the new gang to kill Jaeho? it's Jaeho's boss?

32 Days After Release From Prison

oh the boss here is Mr. Ko? I see

3 Years Ago

oh cop lady wants to catch Mr. Ko and knows that Jaeho gonna be released in 2 years and wants to infiltrate their men... Siwan's character is undercover cop?

Siwan's character: Jo Hyunsu

oh Hyunsu didn't wanna go to the jail operation (and would've rather done gang infiltration) but the cop lady will give his mother a kidney, I can't remember

oh, the nephew is also a Mr. Ko hater and wanted to team up with Jaeho against him (maybe he's too dumb to doublecross?)

interesting that Hyunsu fr kept his actual name Jo Hyunsu when going under the disguise

oh? is the guy who was infiltrating the gang the one who was killed in the first scene? that sucks for his new child.

agh, it seemed like Hyunsu's mother would die when on that phone call but I was wondering if somebody would kill her, seems like she got hit and ran over

ohhhhh Han Jaeho got Hyunsu an exit permit to see his mother at her funeral

damn Jaeho's mother poisoned her family

alksdf okayyyyy Jaeho was like oh you wanna work with me? and Hyunsu is straight up like "hyung, I'm a cop"

127 Days After Release From Prison

ehhh how many days? *buku buku pao pao*

Im Siwan gets called "jagiya" by his male costar before Strangers From Hell

oof the double crossing. so Hyunsu breaks the watch the cops are using to keep tabs on him -> the cop comes back to give him another watch -> Hyunsu has to punch the cop to show the cop that he has to cover up not being affiliated with him when Jaeho shows up -> Jaeho beats cop up and Hyunsu has to pull him off -> Jaeho knows that guy was a cop but Hyunsu and he both pretended he didn't know -> Jaeho is like why was a cop coming to you right now?

oof, Hyunsu said he trusts Jaeho

pls the nephew is kinda funny "yedera, he hangs out with cops"

3 years ago

oh lmfao Jaeho found out from the nephew of Mr. Ko that Hyunsu is a cop during the background check before Hyunsu told him ah

ohhhhhh Jaeho is the reason Hyunsu's mother died and that's how he got Hyunsu to confess about being a cop and onto his side he's so cruel and evil

After Release From Prison

ohhh the cops suspect he's turned over, so they test him by capturing Hyunsu and saying "Jaeho told us all" and Hyunsu reacts as if he's surprised by Jaeho knowing

oof, Hyunsu trying to get the cops to find out who killed his mother - he'll feel so betrayed when he learns it's Jaeho (unless he's like triple crossing Jaeho as well). i wonder if the cops actually know but aren't saying anything bc Hyunsu will blow up

1 year ago - day of accident

oh, so the cops knew from this early on that Jaeho is behind the accident - does this mean they also know that Hyunsu revealed himself to Jaeho instead of just suspecting recently that he did?

150 Days After Release From Prison D-Day

oof Hyunsu gave the wrong info to the cops and so the gang people were prepared

I was wondering when Jaeho would fuck over Mr. Ko

who is in the photo that the cop is looking at?

lol Hyunsu getting Jaeho to shoot him

oof Hyunsu has been told about Jaeho killing his mother and now he's thinking back to all the hints Jaeho gave

lol Jaeho has sewn doubt in Jaeho's mind, so the nephew probably gonna get fucked? unless they figure out that Hyunsu is lying to Jaeho

oof Jaeho beat and stabbed the man. he was also telling Jaeho to open his eyes rip

oh the ball bouncing sound - first Jaeho was bouncing it occasionally throughout the movie and now Hyunsu is doing it - reminds me of Straners From Hell Moonjo's bouncing ball habit

oof

ah Jaeho saying he really did have his eyes closed and should've killed Hyunsu earlier. It's like how Hyunsu had trusted Jaeho but he was the reason his mother was dead; so Jaeho had trusted Hyunsu and killed the friend but has been betrayed by Hyunsu

so Jaeho just shot near Hyunsu right? didn't actually shoot him in the head?

lol cop really hit Jaeho with her car

oh wtf Hyunsu really just shot the cop soooo many times omg emptied his whole gun and still kept shooting

Hyunsu suffocating Jaeho

oh a tear from Hyunsu about killing Jaeho - whereas he didn't care about the other cops dying at all

are we supposed to think Hyunsu's dead in that car or no? I guess not, he's just sad and contemplating coming full circle from being picked up in the car by Jaeho at the beginning of the movie but all the betrayal by the end

I do like going into shows and movies knowing very little, so every twist was fun for me; none of it blew my mind but I was still surprised nearly every time because I wasn't trying to predict the twists or anything. Im Siwan is just really good at these sorts of roles I guess, his situation, dynamic with the other male lead, and ending had similarities to Strangers From Hell for sure (or I should say it the other way around because this came first). I wish so much of the movie wasn't in such darkness though, I can't fucking see rip. I wasn't that into the bromance aspect but did like how intertwined they were and how willing to trust the other and how that trust got betrayed.

Rating: 6.5/10

[old-stellar]

Its warmer in Cuba

(((Its 11PM, I’m tired and randomly got the urge to write some Klance. Let me tell y’all that I’m writing this as it pops into my mind, I didn’t plan anything.. heh, well enjoy however long this is gonna be. Also I suck at writing so don’t expect this to be close to as legendary as Dirty Laundry or other Klance fics oof)))

(((Edit: this is long af and it’s bad af so that’s your warning. Turns out it’s more pinning Keith than actual Klance oof, maybe I’ll write a part two or something! As for now, it’s like a college au? I didn’t really introduce anyone else but Keith and Lance oops, the title sucks I know whatever. But enjoy I guess?)))

It was around 6:00AM last time Keith looked at the clock on the wall, but this was an hour ago. Now it was 7:00AM, and he was quickly trying to finish a term paper that was due for his geography class at exactly 7:36AM. Keith lived in an apartment, his room was a rather small one. He had a living room, a bathroom, and one room. In that small room, he was with his laptop only a few inches from his face, a large coffee cup was next to him, half empty at this point. He’s hair was a huge mess and he had bags in his eyes. Again.

Keith was no stranger to procrastination, he’d wait till the last minute to actually do something. Yet, he managed to turn in every paper on time and have a pretty clean room all together. How he can do everything in a mere amount of time is incredible, due to the fact that he rarely got more than 6 hours of sleep on the daily. Keith’s answer to this; Coffee. Rich, black coffee in the morning. He would have about 2 cups of coffee in the morning, then multiple cans of energy drinks throughout the day. He wasn’t exactly a healthy person, it’s a mystery on how he hasn’t died of all the caffeine he ingests yet..

Now it was 7:11am, at this time Keith was running late for his class. He quickly printed his paper, grabbed everything from his desk and shoved it in his old black backpack, ran out of the apartment, headed towards his car, and started the engine. At first his car didn’t turn on, the cold winter weather outside has left the streets icy and the engines of many old cars weak. After a few attempts, his car finally turned on. Keith sighed a deep breath of relief and made his way to school. It began to snow awhile after he started to drive. Layers of snow slowly fell on the city, covering it all in a shimmering White. Keith shivered, he forgot his jacket at home and the heating in his car didn’t work. He took a long, deep breath. Today was gonna be a long day.

The drive from his apartment to his school was only about 9 minutes away, but the traffic he encountered in the morning made him take 4 minutes longer. By the time Keith made it to school, it was 7:20am. He quickly parked in the student parking area, ran out of the car, and slammed the car door shut behind him. He had his old backpack on his back and he carried the folders and textbooks that didn’t fit in it. Keith began running to school, he turned around and locked his car with his key remote. The student parking area where he parks in is a good minute away from the school building he has to go into. As Keith sprinted to class, he slipped on some ice and slammed onto the floor face first. He weakly got onto his knees and felt that blood trickled from his nose.

“Agh fuck” he whispered and looked around. His folders and books were scattered a few inches from him. He wipped his nose with his arm and grabbed his stuff.

As he reached for his math textbook, he saw that a figure approached him. Keith whipped his head up and looked at the figure. It turned out to be a tall boy with beautifully tanned skin, glistening blue eyes, and dark brown hair. He wore a heavy pastel blue coat, a watch, a large pastel pink scarf, blue jeans and white shoes, which were dirty with dirt and mud. The student bent down, grabbed his textbook, got back up and looked at the cover before laying his eyes on Keith.

“Advanced math? That’s cool” He observed before offering a hand to help Keith get up. Keith stared at the student’s hand for a few seconds and ignored it, he got up by himself and wipped his nose again. Keith took his math book and shrugged, “Yeah, it’s pretty easy if you study and pay attention in class” he replied. They had an awkward silence before the student spoke up, “Oh, my name is Lance, Lance McClain. I’m a student here, I recently transferred from Cuba. Well, not exactly recently, I was here for the first semester of school as well. Haven’t seen you around though,” Lance held out his hand, Keith looked at it then shook it with his own hand. “Uh, i’m Keith. I don’t go out much” he stated and let go of Lance’s hand. In such cold weather, he was suprised of how warm Lance’s hand was. “What’s with the big ass coat and scarf? It’s not that cold” Keith added, he ignored the fact that he was literally freezing with just a shirt and pants on. “I’m not used to this cold weather… it’s a lot warmer in Cuba,” Lance mentioned as he shivered. Keith gave a tiny smile. Lance smiled back and looked down at his watch, he gasped, “Dude it’s 7:27!! I’m gonna be late!” He stammered, “See you around!!” He called as jolted away from Keith.

Keith watched Lance go. He knew he was also gonna be late for class, but something in him didn’t let him move until Lance was completely out of sight. After Lance was out of sight, Keith jogged to the school building, being extra careful to not slip on any ice.

It was 7:34am by the time Keith got to class, he placed his paper in the “Turn-in” tray by his teacher’s desk and sat down in his seat. Class started a few minutes later with a presentation on the board from a fellow student about the Andes Mountains. All the students paid close attention to the speaking student, Keith on the other hand, was in his own little world. He completely canceled out the presentation and was thinking about Lance. He didn’t know why he was so interested in him, he literally just met Lance a few minutes ago. Keith didn’t know why, but he wanted to get to know Lance better. Which came out of no where. There was something about Lance that intrigued him, maybe it was his Cuban accent, or his warm hands.. or his dark blue eyes. It reminded Keith of the ocean, beautiful but full of mystery-

“KEITH KOGANE!”

A loud voice exploded throughout the room, it interrupted Keith’s thoughts and he whipped his face towards the source of the sound. He realized that it was his teacher, Mrs. Lilac.

“Yes, Mrs. Lilac?” He replied shakily, “Keith, can you tell me how tall the Andes mountains are?” Mrs. Lilac asked, she crossed her arms and gave him a cold hard stare. The rest of his classmates turned their heads towards him. Keith gulped, the stares from the whole classroom burned through him. “I-I don’t know Mrs. Lilac, I wasn’t paying attention “ He stammered quietly. His classmates whispered and giggled quietly among themselves, Mrs. Lilac cleared her throat and all the students quit talking, they turned their head towards her. “Disappointing. Craig! Give me an answer” Mrs. Lilac called, and just like that, the student fired back an answer, “About 2,800 ft above sea level!” He called. Keith glared at him, He shrugged. “Pay more attention Kogane.” Mrs. Lilac stated. “Also.” She mentioned, “We will have a new student tomorrow, he is switching from another geography class to this class. His name is Lance McClain and I expect you all to behave and treat him with respect.” She scowled and went back to her regular routine of telling them what to do next.

Keith choked on air when he heard the words ‘Lance’ and ‘switching from another geography class to this class’ it took him a minute to process the fact that the boy that he met in the morning was switching into his geography class. Keith couldn’t help but make a small smile. He tried to hold back, but then his small smile grew into a bigger smile. Keith didn’t know why he was so happy to know that Lance was going to join him in class. Whatever was the reason, he looked forward to tomorrow.

[kaldraws8280]

A sparkling new beginning. Chapter 3

Your eyes snapped open as you looked around yourself. It was still dark, but you could hear a

Click

Click

Clicking sound behind you.

You peered around the tree you leaned against. The crab was asleep. So where had the clicking come from?

Worried, you stood up and turned around.

“AHHH!” Your eyes widened as you quickly turned to run away. A large black figure with long sharp claws, and a glowing purple mask had been watching you sleep.

“HELP!” You screamed. You ran over to the crab and desperately called for his assistance.

The beast that has been watching you leaped out of the trees and slowly began to walk towards you. It's head twitched from side to side as it's arms reached towards you.

“WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!” You shouted, but Tamatoa didn't budge. You gritted your teeth as you glanced at the monster.

“AGH FORGET IT” you ran around Tamatoa and up towards a large stone wall. You heard the sounds of claws scraping the hard ground as it chased after you. You turned to look and saw it leap towards you.

You quickly raised your arms in a desperate attempt to block any physical damage. But nothing came.

Instead, a large whining sound called out from the beast. You lowered your arms to see.

Tamatoa had grab the beast by the foot. “Tsk tsk” he scowled at the little thing as he swung his arm, violently throwing it away.

“I hope you're happy babe, you woke me up from my beauty sleep for that.” He let his head hang down as his arms fell to his sides again.

“Not that I need it anyways.” He smirked.

“...thank you, Tamatoa.” You rubbed your arm awkwardly. You never thought a monster would save you from anything.

“Huh?” He lifted his head to look at you. “What did you say?”

“I said thank you”

‘Thank you’ was a phrase Tamatoa had never really heard before. Not unless it had been used sarcastically, or because he forced it.

“...I-uh…” he stuttered, “youreeee welcome.” He squinted his eyes as he nodded slowly. “Yeah that's the word.”

You shifted on your feet. “Anyway I could return the favor?” You asked.

“Let me think- YEAH” tamatoa waved his claws around. “I'm kind of STUCK HERE”

“Yeah only there's a small problem with that.” You said quietly.

“And what's that “ he sighed annoyedly. Why were humans so hesitant around him? Was he really, that bedazzling?

“I don't really trust you”

“Wha- WHAT?! I just saved your life!” Tamatoa scowled. “Least you could do is help me up!”

You frowned. “... I… maybe some other time. I could, bring you food or something instead?”

“No babe. I want up. That's all.”

You stepped forward slightly. “You're… not gonna… do anything right?” You asked.

Monsters can be very tricky. They can be very helpless, but the ones that can talk are the ones to look out for. Talking ones can be convincing.

“Not at all” Tamatoa sighed. He stared up at the ocean above. The sun seemed to be coming up now.

“Ok…” you saw him perk up. “I'll… go find something I can use as leverage.”

And with that you ducked into the trees. You stumbled down a steep hill until finally you were deep in the trees, and away from the crab.

“Ok” you opened and closed your fists nervously. “Let's see lets see,” you planned to yourself. You had no intention of helping Tamatoa up. Not at least, until you had a place where you could hide from him.

You looked around yourself. There seemed to be a large hill next to you. Almost 90 degrees you guessed. You walked over to it. You quickly stopped down and picked up a stick and began to carve into the dirt and sand.

You had been working at this for hours, but finally you had carved a decently sized hole to stay in.

“Nice!” You sighed as you sat down inside. You wiped some sweat from your forehead. Good thing it was cool in there. Only thing left to add was a door of some kind.

You stepped out and looked around. “Vines might work. “ you nodded your head. “But I'd never reach them on my own…” you thought back to the crab.

“No he wouldn't help.” You shook the idea away.

“I'll have to use something else, like…” you looked around. “This rock!” You ran over and pushed the rock to your makeshift door.

“Alright!” You smiled and admired your work.

“Shelter, check! Now I just have to… help Tamatoa up” you sighed.

And may I ask why you're doing this? Perhaps it was some moral reason, or maybe you secretly admired that shell and wanted to see more, or perhaps it really was that first reason.

Up the hill you marched, until finally you had reached the trail again. You laid down on the dirt. You were exhausted.

“Hey-” tamatoa awkwardly spun his shell so he could face you. “Heeeeyyy” he said again. You didn't react.

Tamatoa reached down and picked you up. “What a pity. They died. “ he sighed. “Ah well. “ he opened his mouth. “Wait..” he stopped himself. “No they're drowning in their own sweat, ew!” He tossed you onto the ground again.

“OOF!” You turned to look at him. “Why did you do that?”

“I thought you were dead. Your pain didn't really matter when I tossed you. “ he rolled his eyes. He quickly picked you up again.

“Did you find your little lever?”

“No…” you frowned and pushed on his claw. “Please put me down!” You struggled.

Tamatoa blinked for a second. Please?

“Babe you are too polite to be down here.” He laughed. “I could just eat you up! But first you need to help me to my feet. “

You hang your head. “I don't want to thou-”

Tamatoa tightened his claw around you, squeezing the air out.

“Oh well you see the thing is, you don't have a choice.” He growled, his face twisting into a nasty grin.

You gasped for air as you quickly nodded. “O-K” you choked out.

“Ok who?”

“OK T-AMA-TOA” you sputtered.

“Perfect. “ tamatoa let up. You instantly sucked in as much air as possible.

“You can start in the morning. “ he smiled smugly as he set you on his chest. You laid down on him.

“...g-goodnight.” You stuttered. Why you wished him a goodnight was a mystery.

Maybe you were attempting some sort of normalcy in this situation?

Whatever the reason, you were quite uncomfortable with this turn of events.

You tossed around on top of him. Eventually you ended up on your back, staring up at the ocean. The dark silhouettes of the fish above calmed you as you slowly closed your eyes to sleep.