#but I can’t stop laughing at the sequence of events here.

[svndaysaweek]

Addiction and Poisoning — {Feat. Minnie (& Miyeon)}

1.2k words

A/N: It’s been months since the last time I posted something. This might not be the best I’ve written, but I did write something, nevertheless. I’ve been feeling the need to release something, and @i-am-lifeform24 thankfully gave me a precious opportunity to write something!!! So I’m posting it here too. Check out other fics from the ‘Curated Companions’ also!

*Drug use, choking, bondage, a bit of angst(…?)

******

Once in for all. You head to the bar you’re regular at. Everytime you tip a glass there, you experience a weird dream and when you wake up you’re in your bed, no memories of how you even made it there.

It’s happened several times already. To the point where you start to doubt if it really is a dream.

A charming bartender, nice drinks, and the addictive dream-like scenes you fragmentarily see like a deja-vu. 

There are different versions of it, but all follow the same sequence: sit down, empty a glass or two, a little chirpy chit chat with the bartender and the very next blink she’s riding you in a frantic manner.

What haunts you the most is that you lose old memories too. The damage is disturbing, since even at work you don’t remember major events that happened. You really should stop drinking, and you're aware of it more than anyone. 

You can’t explain, but you feel like you should just go there again. It’s an addiction, maybe. You know you should stop, but you don’t.

******

The door swings open with the little bells on it quirkily ringing. It’s a dim bar, with the calm noise of people talking and laughing with clinking sounds. Over the counter she’s wiping glasses, not in a tuxedo but in a white sleeveless shirt, long blonde hair over a shoulder and a pair of orbs in her eyes with the aura that a quartz gemstone would exude.

Hot, but not red-hot. Erotic, but not foul.

The very eyes in your dreams that you made roll back.

“Hi, long time! The usual?” Minnie’s grin blooms quickly as if she’s been waiting for you. Then she fixes it the next second, recognizing how unusual it is for a bartender to be as turgidly excited as her.

“I’d love to.” With a bite on her lip she turns around, takes a bottle of whiskey. Then enters a room in the back for a glass.

Your hand automatically takes your phone out of the pocket. You see a message from an unknown number saying ‘Hey we need to talk’, but before you can check Minnie returns with the glass and serves it to you.

“Are you shifting soon? Never seen you in that shirt before,” A sip, and another. The latter is because it tastes rather different. “Ah, this? How do I look?”

Gorgeous!

Gorge-

Gor-

…

******

“Yeah, that’s it…” Minnie’s hands are planted on your chest while her hips are senselessly grinding on your cock. The pace skyrockets and her nails dig into you deeper and deeper.

But dangerously you don’t feel the pain. You can only feel how tight she’s squeezing your cock, how sweaty her thighs are, how hot her breath is and how good she’s fucking you.

“Fuck, it gets better everytime… How can I stop fucking you like this…” Her hands are now in her hair, arms open and messing her own hair a bit. 

She squeezes her own breasts before slightly choking you with both hands. You try to reach for her hands, which are cuffed to the bed. Minnie seems to enjoy the surprised look on your face, as her face descends to be just above yours with a pearly giggle.

“Bet Miyeon is all too vanilla to do this stuff to you in bed,” She whispers it right at your left ear before nibbling on it, making you flinch a bit.

“Miyeon? Who is-“

“Never mind, boy. I have only you and you—oh, god I’m close—have only me.” Minnie’s teeth leave a deep mark on your under lip. Her glance is now beyond enrapturing. It’s a poignant hypnosis with a tinge of coercion. 

Only when she cums and squirts on your cock with a rather lunatic moan is the bewitching scrutiny alleviated. The sound of heavy breaths and the tickle of her fingers stroking on your chest is all that you can sense.

And you’re sprawled on the bed, exhausted, with your consciousness fading out. “I have only you, Minnie” is what you lethargically repeat until all becomes dark.

******

You have no idea how you ended up on your bed. Again. The last place you remember you were at last night was the bar. 

Was it the whiskey after all? 

Before you could even get out of your bed a headache swirls inside your head.

I had intense sex with Minnie again in the dream again.

She mentioned someone.

I received a text from someone who wanted to talk with me.

What could all this mean?

All of a sudden, a loud knock on the door shakes you awake from your thoughts. 

“Who’s there?” You shout, and you hear a frustrated, urgent female voice.

“Honey, it’s me! Please open the door and let’s talk!” On the other side of the door there’s a woman standing. Anxious, upset and unfamiliar.

“Do I know you?” It’s a genuine question, because you don’t recognize her at all. “Honey, this is not funny. At all. Why the hell have you been ignoring all my-” The girl tries to grab your hand which you swiftly evade.

“Sorry, but what are you talking about?” 

You’re gazing at her eyes then you’re forced to shut your eyes because of a headache like being shot in the temple.

“Babe!” Down the hallway is Minnie. You are so confused by her calling you that, but it must’ve been the drink. Should’ve drunk less.

“Babe?! Excuse me, but do you know him? Honey, do you know her?” Miyeon looks shocked, terrified, even. “I do. Why are you asking me that? Who are you?”

Disbelief shades her face. “H-honey… What are you talking about? I’m your fiancé! I’m Miyeon, don't you remember?” At the same time there’s a victorious grin on Minnie’s face. 

“Seems the potion worked very well…” Minnie whispers in Miyeon’s ear, quiet enough for it not to make it to your ears.

You’re gazing at her eyes then you’re forced to shut your eyes because of a headache like being shot in the temple. Then all senses fuzz out.

******

“Don’t go too fast, Miyeon! It’s dangerous!” You’re on a bicycle following her, on a riverside road with cherry blossoms fluttering along the breeze. She briefly looks back at you, and the way her hair streams in the wind takes your breath. “You’re saying that because you can’t pass me!” She smiles playfully and speeds up ahead.

“What are you listening to?” She takes one of your earphones after sitting down next to you on the bench. “Just some classics. Autumn is a season of classics for me.” You turn your head in her direction and are stunned at how her look matches the color of the trees and sky ever so perfectly. She can only chuckle at your face.

“Oh my god, sweetheart, yes!” You’re down on one knee, putting a ring on her finger. She’s shedding tears with the happiest smile. “I love you, Miyeon.” You rise and hug her. Your hands are still shaking. Her shoulders shake from her crying.

“I love you too. I have only you. And you have only me.”

******

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[inkspiredwriting]

Inescapable Fate

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

A/N: There is nothing more important to a writer than the opinions of the people who read his work. I would therefore be very happy if you would leave a comment :)

Warnings: Death, Angst

The rain fell in relentless sheets, pounding against the windows of the Umbrella Academy. Inside, Number Five paced the floor, his mind racing. He had faced impossible odds before, bent time and space to his will, but nothing had prepared him for this. Y/N, his wife, lay in the hospital, her condition worsening by the hour. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t save her. Yet, he refused to accept that fate.

Five’s siblings watched him with a mix of concern and helplessness. They knew better than to try and talk him out of his desperate mission. He had made up his mind, and when Five set his mind to something, there was no stopping him.

“I have to go back,” Five muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. “I have to find the moment when everything went wrong and fix it.”

“Five,” Viktor said gently, stepping forward. “You’ve already tried so many times. Maybe... maybe some things can’t be changed.”

Five whirled on him, his eyes blazing. “I refuse to believe that! I won’t just stand by and watch her die.”

Diego stepped in, his expression grim. “We get it, Five. But this is tearing you apart. How many more times are you going to put yourself through this?”

“As many times as it takes,” Five snapped, turning back to his calculations. He scribbled furiously, mapping out yet another plan to travel back in time.

With a final check of his equations, Five opened a time portal and stepped through, determined to change the course of events that had led to Y/N’s illness.

He arrived in the past, days before Y/N’s diagnosis. The world around him felt eerily familiar, yet suffocatingly different. He knew every moment counted, and he wasted no time in trying to alter the sequence of events.

Five’s first attempt was simple: he tried to persuade Y/N to avoid the places he believed had exposed her to the illness. But fate was cruel. Y/N, always the caring and dedicated person, had commitments she couldn’t break. She smiled at his uncharacteristic insistence, teasing him about his sudden overprotectiveness.

Next, Five tried a more drastic approach. He manipulated circumstances to keep her isolated, away from any potential danger. He convinced her to take a spontaneous vacation, whisking her away to a remote cabin. For a brief moment, it seemed like he had succeeded. They laughed and talked, the bond between them growing stronger.

But the illness found her even there, in the most unlikely of ways. Y/N’s symptoms began to show, and despite Five’s frantic efforts, she fell ill again.

Desperation gnawed at Five’s resolve. He returned to the present, only to find Y/N in the hospital, just as before. Each failure weighed heavily on him, but he couldn’t give up. He wouldn’t.

Five repeated the cycle over and over, each attempt more frantic than the last. He sought out experts, delved into obscure medical research, even resorted to manipulating time more recklessly than ever before. But every time, the result was the same. Y/N’s fate seemed written in stone, no matter how hard he fought against it.

One night, after yet another failed attempt, Five found himself back at the Academy, exhausted and broken. He slumped into a chair, staring blankly at the wall. The room was silent except for the ticking of a clock, a cruel reminder of the time slipping away.

Allison approached him cautiously. “Five, you need to rest. You’re going to kill yourself at this rate.”

Five’s voice was a hollow whisper. “I can’t lose her, Allison. I can’t.”

Allison knelt beside him, taking his hand. “You haven’t lost her yet. She’s still here, right now. You should be with her.”

The words pierced through Five’s haze of desperation. He realized, with a painful clarity, that he had been so focused on changing the past that he was missing the present. Y/N needed him now, more than ever.

With a heavy heart, Five stood and made his way to the hospital. He found Y/N lying in her bed, her breathing shallow but steady. She smiled weakly when she saw him, her eyes filled with love and understanding.

“Hey, you,” she said softly. “You’ve been gone a lot. Saving the world again?”

Five’s throat tightened. He sat beside her, taking her hand in his. “Something like that.”

Y/N squeezed his hand. “You don’t have to save me, Five. Just be here with me. That’s all I need.”

Tears welled up in Five’s eyes. He had been so blind, so consumed by his need to change the past, that he had forgotten what mattered most. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. “I’m here, Y/N. I’m here.”

In the days that followed, Five stayed by Y/N’s side. They talked, reminisced, and cherished every moment together. Five knew he couldn’t change the past, couldn’t alter her fate, but he could make sure she knew how deeply he loved her.

As Y/N’s condition worsened, Five held her close, his heart breaking with every labored breath she took. And when the time came, and she slipped away peacefully in his arms, he was there, whispering words of love and comfort.

In the end, Five couldn’t save Y/N. But he had given her the one thing that mattered most: his unwavering presence and love. And though the pain of her loss would never fully fade, he found solace in knowing that he had been with her, every step of the way, until the very end.

Fate might be inescapable, but love, Five realized, was the one constant that transcended time and space. And that love would stay with him, always.

[thatonebirdwrites]

Sneak peak on a Lena Luthor, Sam Arias, and Kara Danvers fic that has grabbed me by the throat and won't let go till I finish it

(Once I finish it, I'll throw it up on AO3.) Finished so will post weekly/bi-weekly until it's all up. Here's the link.

THE EVENT

Lena realizes something is very, very wrong when she feels the heft of a gun in her hand. The fog in her mind lifts slowly as she wrestles back her consciousness. She blinks and realizes she’s in a concrete room with a desk to one side.

But far more disturbing is her brother, Lex, who has pushed himself half-up with one arm, the other hugging his abdomen. The gun she holds points at him. Blood dribbles from his mouth. He laughs, and his words swim through the fog in her brain.

“It’s ironic, isn’t it? The very people you fight to protect. Do you know their truth?” He reaches up to grab a remote and turns on the televisions that make up a wall of the bunker.

Lena breathes in sharply. Bunker?

No, no, she can’t be alone with Lex. Bad things always happen.

Panic rises like bile in her throat. Her brother is speaking again, but his words can’t penetrate the growing haze in her head. She blinks at the televisions, but it blurs into a mosaic of color and faint soundscapes.

Her thoughts spark and sizzle like a broken circuit. She hyperventilates, lightheaded, as tears sting her eyes. The gun’s weight pulls her arms down. The fact her brother is bleeding out in front of her, while laughing, alarms her.

He believes this is checkmate. It’s not. Please, let me handle this.

The thought laces through her alarm and comforts her. The confidence in her other self dismantles her rising panic. Just like the last time in Kasnia during the self-destruct sequence. Time had warped for her, the fog saturated all awareness, until she woke in the cool air, the sky studded with stars. In her hands was an air duct grate, her clothes rumpled, one heel broken, and streaks of dirt on her legs and arms.

Oh.

Her other self must have fronted like in Kaznia. What is the last things she remembers? She briefly closes her eyes.

She had been escorted by armed guards to where her brother and Lillian waited in the Presidential room at the White House. Listened in horror at her brother’s rant of his victory over aliens. Saw evidence of Supergirl’s death. The terror that grabbed her by the throat had the fog boiling through her mind. No matter how hard she tried, she could not escape the Luthors.

Then nothing. Time evaporated until she wrestled her way out of the suffocating fog.

And here she wakes in a bunker, a gun in her hand, and her brother bleeding out in front of her.

“Do you see the lies they’ve woven? How they’ve abused your trusting nature? Your broken mind?” he continues with another irritating laugh.

He seeks to manipulate us again. Trust us. Lean into our anger.

Lena takes a steadying breath. That’s right. Her anger and horror at his brutal experiments and murder of aliens. The prison couldn’t hold him, cutting off his assets also failed — all facts she has factored into her calculations.

But this exact scenario is supposed to be the last resort. Her stomach curdles, bile on her tongue. Kieran, wait, what of the other plans?

We had to end the cycle, Lena. Otherwise, he’ll never stop coming.

Stop being cryptic. What the hell happened? She needs to reassess. There must be a better solution. She can still repair this somehow. Seek the Truth. Focus.

Fine. I confronted him and injected Harun-el as we agreed. He demanded we join his genocidal crusade. We are not his tool anymore. The solidity of the decision warms her from head to toe, even as her heart shatters at the sight in front of her.

Lena clears her throat and summons what strength she has left. “You’ve abused me, Lex. You have no ground to stand on.” She tries to avoid looking at the wall of televisions, for what is surely a cleverly crafted way to destroy her yet again. Like he always does. Her lip quivers, and she blinks back the urge to cry.

“Me? Your trusting brother?” Lex laughs then coughs blood into his hand. “I’ve given you the world, Ace. Only ever been truthful. Honed your skills. Do you still not see the truth? I’ve laid it out for you this time, you stubborn fool!”

Colors leech into grey in her periphery. Her limbs feel puppeted by her other self still. A rare moment of synergy but it leaves her nauseous and her head aching in a growing migraine.

“They’ve all been lying to you,” Lex continues as he laughs and spits up more blood. “Preying on your weaknesses.”

That’s you, Lena thinks. You’ve preyed on us.

But her curiosity overwhelms her, and she can’t ignore the televisions any longer. The scenes capture her gaze, and her ears roar with the orchestra Lex has woven into the security footage he’s stolen. Half the screens are footage from when Mercy attacked L-corp.

<<.....>>

Lena turns to Kara desperately. “No, Kara, you’re safer with me.” She can feel the grey fog pulling her toward the dark maw of her psyche. She reaches out to grasp Kara’s arm, the fabric of her cashmere sweater soft and comforting. As the emergency light goes off again, she slips deeper into her mind’s tumultuous seas.

Kieran rises forward, and her body transforms. Her shoulders straighten, her limbs more agile, her stance that of a fighter. Commands issue from her voice, but Lena can no longer discern meaning.

She wraps herself in the cold of shadows.

Time hiccups and coughs. Shots echo like thunder, safety doors drop like quakes, and the clatter of heels click against metal.

Is Kara okay? She needs to know. She swims through grey fog, until she pushes into consciousness again.

An uncomfortable weight hangs on her arm. Kara stands behind her, but Mercy holds the bigger gun of the Lexosuit. Fear curdles her stomach. Of course Mercy would hack through security to reach her experimental prototypes. Lena had built a lighter suit to be used for good. Not like this.

Lena, don’t. Let me handle this. Kieran’s smug confidence scratches into her thoughts.

Kara is still here!

Lena, we don’t have time to argue. Kieran surges to the front, and Lena watches as her body moves to block Mercy’s shot. “You did not see the upgrade. The arms hold more goods now.” A hint of excitement sweeps through her voice, the onset of a fight a thrill for Kieran, while Lena nears a panic.

Please, get Kara out of here. Lena struggles to keep them moving backward. Kara is behind her still, the door to the lab just a few feet away.

I said let me handle this. Anger filters through Kieran and burns against Lena’s presence.

Lena throws open the door. “Go, Kara.” Kara stumbles backward into the hallway, and she slams the door shut. The fog sears through her mind, Kieran’s anger pushing her back.

A blast tears through the air, but Kieran blocks the shot with their shield.

Except, Lena can’t let go fully. Kieran blocks and shoots, but Lena fumbles with the footwork. Kieran’s the fencer, not her. Mercy spars not only with the gloves but with caustic words. Kieran fights Lena for control, their dodging clumsy, their shots missing.

The fight warps and fizzles in her mind; the fog screeches through Lena’s consciousness.

She fumbles. Slams against metal.

“You aren’t deserving of the Luthor name,” Mercy says, her poison like barbs that sink into Lena’s insecurities.

Heat beams destroy the door, and Supergirl blasts into the room. Mercy is slammed against the wall, Supergirl’s arm against her throat. “No, you got that backwards,” Supergirl hisses, “the Luthor name isn’t deserving of Lena.”

Warmth floods through Lena at the strength and resolve in Supergirl’s words. A massive turnaround from the worldkiller crisis.

Stay focused. Don’t let your guard down until Mercy’s off the property. Kieran releases her hold, and Lena stumbles, back in full control. Already her mind shifts into overdrive to plan the exact route to verify the security of her building and her people.

<<....>>

This is a repeat of the Mercy incident. Where Lena couldn’t let go, and both of them co-fronted. It sparks a migraine, the grey in her periphery darkening, and her nausea worsening. She hates moments like this.

Let me handle this. We have him in a checkmate. The confidence in Kieran’s analysis softens the panic that has started to freeze her limbs. We know the Truth.

If there is one thing that unites Lena’s fractured psyche, it is an overwhelming need to protect those she loves. And her own brother has nearly killed her and her friends a dozen times over.

She’s exhausted, terrified, and wants this endless game of his to stop.

Lena raises her gun and shoots the televisions one at a time. The shards explode outward and rain down on her brother.

For once, Lex shuts the fuck up. His eyes widen.

The fog burns away the rest of her awareness.

She stumbles across wet grass, her clothes wet and clinging to her body, as the heavens pour down upon her. She’s outside the bunker in a stand of aspens. The sky sparks with lightning, the greyness suffocating.

You’re safe now. We all are. It’s okay. It’ll be okay.

Lena shouldn’t dig deeper. She knows it’s not healthy. Kieran has always protected her, held the worst of the horror. It’s how they’ve survived this far.

But this was her brother. And those screens showed Kara as not human. It makes no sense with what Kara claims. How does she reconcile it all?

Kieran, what did you do?!

What was necessary. Kieran’s confidence holds a trickle of grief and pain. We must seek help now, Lena. Focus.

She feels strange, unreal, like a pantomime of herself. The urge to lie in the mud, to let the rain wash her away, nearly overwhelms her. She pushes off a trunk and stumbles forward. Her hair falls in front of her eyes, sticking to her forehead and cheeks.

The images from the televisions ripple through her thoughts. Is that the Truth?

Yes. Now focus, Lena. We must call her.

Has Kara been deceiving her this whole time? She doesn’t want to believe it.

She’s given Kara her heart, far more than she ever meant to do, and yet, those videos sync with the disjointed mess of her memories. Bits and pieces that Kieran has held for her, scattered shards unlocked like the showers above.

Wait, did you know? Shock starts to shiver through her body.

That’s not important now. Call her.

Lena stumbles and falls. Her hands push into the mud and the world crackles with thunder. It’s too loud. Too bright.

It's all so wrong; she gags and spits out bile.

She wishes Kieran would take over again, to call for her, but her protective self has faded from awareness. Fatigue throttles all of her.

Her brother is likely dead in the bunker. By her own hand. Tears mix with the rain and her fingers dig into the mud. Her senses crackle with pain. She feels herself shrinking. The hairs on her arm raise, goosebumps from the cold, her body vibrating into oblivion.

She wants to go home.

Call her now. The thought is weaker, laced with grief.

“I know. I know,” Lena says it out loud to ground herself. To stop the shrinking, to avoid the inevitable pull of a switch. She shudders and leans against the trunk of a tree.

Focus on the goal. Break it into smaller steps.

She hugs her legs to her chest with one arm. Her other hand fumbles through pockets of her suit. Too many. Suit so wet. She feels slimy, gross, slipping toward the warmth of shadows.

Her fingers grasp he phone in her inner suit jacket. There’s two numbers on speed dial: Sam and Kara.

Her fingers hesitate over the two. She bites her lip, closes her eyes, and hits the button for Sam.

(To be continued on AO3, will edit in the link or drop in comments once up.) Note, this playlist was on repeat as I wrote this piece: Shattered Playlist

Edited.

[thestormynobody]

Teach a Star to Fish...

“The reason you aren’t catching anything is probably all the fireworks. Maybe tone it down a bit, Sparky?” Nille says leaning up against the bark of the large palm tree you are both sitting under. 

“S-Sparky???” You reply indignantly. Somehow you’d been roped into fishing lessons to pass the time. Not that you needed them! You knew what you were doing! It’s just the blinding fish refused to take the bait. Sure, you got a bit frustrated, but it was fine!

“That’s a bit demeaning don’t you think?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” She says in a tone that indicates she isn’t sorry in the slightest. “Would you prefer if I called you Lulu?”

“So much disrespect for the star who granted your wish Nelly~” You retort without missing a beat.

She scoffs at you, or perhaps the nickname. “Whatever you say, bud. It’s hard to buy the whole cool and mysterious star act when you were throwing a fit over a few missed bites.”

“I wasn’t throwing a fit!”

“Uh huh.”

“I wasn’t!”

“Yeah, yeah. Quiet down, would you? I’d like to catch something today. Bonnie’s the better cook but I can make grilled fish taste decent enough. You do want dinner, don’t you?” “...We’ve been over this. I don’t eat.”

“Have you tried?” “I don’t have a mouth???”

“Are you sure it’s not just hidden under all those spikes? Because you sure talk like you have one.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean, dear Nelly?” “You know exactly what I meant, Lulu.”

“Rude.”

You realize you’re having fun. You’d fallen into such an easy rhythm of friendly banter with Nille since the night she’d hauled you onto her boat. Once she’d realized you had nowhere to go she’d offered to let you crash on her couch. 

You hadn’t spent much time in the town because your appearance tended to attract attention you did not want. You’ve already been mistaken for a sadness more than once, so you tended to stick to Nille’s home and this somewhat secluded beach she’d shown you. 

It was weird. Talking to someone who wasn't Stardust or their party again after so much time. The time you’d spent…dead? Had felt like an eternity for the bits you were aware of. You’re fairly certain your social skills have deteriorated considerably. Not that they were ever that solid to begin with. 

At least Nille hadn’t seemed to mind. The fact you brought news of her sibling probably helped. Should you feel guilty about that? You didn’t exactly lie…but you certainly didn’t tell her the truth either. It was fine. Probably. Urgh.

You were so lost in your  thoughts that you missed the fact Nille was struggling to reel in a rather large fish, until you hear her say: “Heads up Lulu!”, about half a second too late and get smacked in the face with a fish as she hauls it out of the water. 

“ACK!” You nearly fall backwards from the impact. You drop your own fishing pole to catch the wriggling thing. “Blinding…OW?!”

Nille is laughing so hard you can see tears at the corner of her eyes. “You aren’t supposed to catch it with your face!” 

You just stand there for a moment, completely dumb struck for several long moments. You try to come up with a comeback but frankly you’re stunlocked by this sequence of events. You shove the fish at her. “Here just take the blinding thing.” 

She’s still laughing as she takes the fish from you, taking a moment to catch her breath. “Aww, come on, don’t be grumpy, Lulu. It wasn’t on purpose!” 

You stand there glaring at her for a long moment before squinting  in the best approximation of a smirk you can manage without a mouth. “I’m not grumpy. It's just the shock had me floundering for words.”  

It is her turn to stare in stunned silence as she looks down at the flounder you’d passed to her and realization dawns on her face. “You crab! I thought you were actually mad for a second there!”

“Such a devastating blow to my face left me simply reeling~”

“STOP. BAD.” 

“Can’t a star fish for a little sympathy?”

“Absolutely not. You’re the worst.”

“I try!”

She shoves your shoulder playfully. “Ready to head back? We’ve been out here a while.”

You see something fluttering in a tree from the corner of your eye. A lightless object caught on one of the fronds of a palm tree several feet away from where the two of you had been fishing. There’s something familiar about it.“Go on ahead…I’ll catch up.”

She gives you a questioning look but doesn’t press. The two of you have a mutual understanding on the need for alone time. She heads back towards her home giving a little wave as she goes. 

You wave back, dropping your hand once her back is to you. You approach the palm.  It…couldn’t be…could it? You scale the tree reaching for the object, snagging it between two fingers. Big and pointy, pure lightless fabric…this is your hat. No. This is Stardust’s hat. How did it get all the way out here from Dormont? You knew they didn’t have it when the two of you had met under the favor tree that final time, but obviously asking about their hat was the furthest thing from your mind then.

You look out across the water holding the hat to your chest. You see that blinding island. You’ve known it was out here since your first day here. Distant, yet close enough to taunt you with its presence. You don’t want to think about it. You also don’t want to think about why you and this hat somehow ended up dropped off in the same coastal town so close to your old home. Instead you close your eyes and listen to the waves.

After a while you descend the tree and place the hat on your head. Even after all this time and how drastically you have changed…it still fits you perfectly.

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[cxncri]

only ones who know [suna x reader]

summary: you and suna get stuck in an elevator while going to get midnight snacks, and the two of you realize something important. cross-posted on ao3 as well!

word count: 1,056

author’s note: this was one of my first fics, i apologize for any mistakes! i hope you all like it :)

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the lights of the elevator flicker once, twice, and go out with a pop!

right after you’re able to process this, the elevator stops abruptly and you’re jolted to the ground. you yelp, completely unprepared for that entire sequence of events.

“what- hello??”

“suna??”

you blink, eyes adjusting to the darkness. it’s one thing to have an elevator break down, and another to have the power go out. both of these things happening was just unfortunate.

“are you good?” if you didn’t know any better, you would say he sounds shaken up. despite it being a small space, you feel lost, and the faint glow of the emergency light isn’t bright enough to see anything.

“yeah, i’m okay. a little spooked, but nothing too bad.” you put your hand on the floor to steady yourself and grimaced, trying not to think of what could’ve possibly been on this floor in the past.

“what about you? are you okay?” you ask, leaning against the wall. you’re suddenly aware of the fact that you’re trapped in such a small place with him, and your heart starts to race. you shake your head, choosing to focus on the most important thing: getting out of here and back to the room.

“it’s dark.” typical suna.

“great observation, smartass.”

“fine, yeah, i’m fine. so, we’re probably stuck in here for a while. the storm must’ve been worse than i thought.” he sounds tired, more so than usual. “yeah… do you have your phone with you? we should probably call someone for help.”

he groaned. “shit. no, i left it with the rest of my stuff in the room. i didn’t think i would need it, but uh, my mistake.”

to be fair, you were out on a midnight snack raid, completely unprepared for an entire power outage. still, it was unlike him to not bring his phone, and horribly ironic that he didn’t have it the one time you needed it.

“hmm… let’s see…” you think out loud, trying to think of the best way to get out of this elevator. coming up short, you sit back, stumped. with no phone, no way to get help, and no ideas, you’ll probably just have to wait this one out.

“we could press the emergency button, that’ll probably do something??” smart. you hadn’t even considered that, and you’re suddenly thankful for the other person here stuck in here with you.

“oh yeah! good idea!” you move towards where your best guess of the elevator button is, reaching out to touch the wall. instead of the wall, to your surprise, your hand is met with what feels to be fabric. surprised, you pitch forward, landing on top of (what is hopefully) suna. you both pause for a second, and then you scramble, trying to get off of him as fast as you possibly can.

“sorry, sorry! i was looking for the button, i’m so sorry!” your face feels hot and you’re so, so flustered.

“geez, y/n, you’re not the type i would expect to get handsy in such a crisis!” he’s just teasing, like he always does. there’s a somewhat-suppressed laugh in his tone, and you’re so glad you can’t see his face right now.

“i didn’t- hey- geez! it was an accident!” your face is probably way past flushed by now. if it was anyone else you would’ve brushed it off, but with suna? no way. you’ve been best friends since you were kids, and you’ve liked him for years. hell, you were even roommates, and he still had no clue. despite how many hints you’ve tried to drop and signs you’ve tried your best to give him, he’s always been oblivious to them. you’ve learned to live with this by now, accepting it for what it was.

“just messing with you. the button is over here, anyway.” see, you had the right direction, just a little uh, off-target. you hear a click, and you assume he pushed the button. you both wait for a second, hesitantly expecting something, but nothing happens. “well, shit. that didn’t work. since we’re gonna be here for a bit, you mind if i stretch out? it’s not easy being in such a cramped space with my height.”

“oh- yeah, that’s fine, take as much space as needed.” you scoot, trying to move out of his way. “alright,” he yawns. “cool.” you hear him shuffle around, getting situated. hugging your knees, you rock back and forth, getting tired as well. you sigh, fighting a yawn. eventually, you give in.

“suna…?” you ask, softly, “are you asleep yet?” his response back is quick. “nope. it’s actually kinda difficult to sleep on an elevator floor. why?”

again, you sigh, unzipping your hoodie for the greater good. “here, use this.” you toss it in his general direction, and you hear a thump and a muffled “thanks,” so you assume he got it. he shuffles again, and then pauses. “wait, y/n, do you wanna lay down over here too-? like, there’s enough room and all…” he trails off, waiting for an answer.

you scoot yourself over to him again. “uh, sure, i mean, if you’re sure there’s enough room, that sounds great-“

“c’mere.” his arm wraps around you and you let him pull you next to him. your hoodie underneath you isn’t much, but it’s better than laying on the bare floor.

you could feel his body next to yours, warm and comforting, and it put you at ease. “thanks…” you mumble, embarrassed once again. your eyelids grow heavy, and you shut them, this time letting sleep take over. suna’s breaths grow slower, and you assume he’s gone to sleep.

right before you doze off, you’re aware of his arm curling around your waist. “suna-?” you whisper, surprised by it. “shhh,” he whispers. “just go to sleep.”

you smile, because for a midnight snack run, this wasn’t too bad. you wrap your arms around him, feeling safe here, in this small space.

feeling brave, or maybe just tired, you rest your head against his chest, and for a second he doesn’t move. you contemplate moving, because what if you took it too far, and before you can do anything you feel him pull you close to him. you feel so fragile here, so delicate.

“goodnight. sleep well.”

“goodnight. you too.”

[aplaceinme]

My favourite scenes of the movie:

Royal Wedding and Cakegate: Alex’s behaviour and expressions are excellent! The part when he grabs Henry with the hand full of cake, and then he puts the dirty glass on Henry’s hand… hilarious, that entire sequence is just too damn funny!!!

The first meeting after the cakegate: their banter is great, and the tension already!!!! Henry’s “Sweetheart”. The interviews!!!

Supply closet scene: funny. But also, “I need to get out of here” conversation.

Alex in the strawberry costume. (Are the stuffed toys that become friends supposed to represent them?!?) Henry laughing and talking with the little girl.

Outside the hospital: the banter and the flirting! Alex’s “I need to get out of here” and Henry’s ‘he’s an idiot, but I love him’ face.

The entire montage of them texting. Alex laughing in class at the ‘but we were ever so careful, dear’. I loved how they did that sequence, with them appearing on screen. Cornbread and them lying in bed (but not really). Again… the banter/flirting. “I’m hanging up now”

New Year's Eve party: Their looks at each other, their banter (yes, again). Alex, unable to get his eyes off of Henry. Henry, unable to get his eyes off of Alex. The jealousy. The yearning. Henry’s dancing.

Their talk outside, and their first kiss!! Alex’s face after the kiss (the realization)

Alex’s talk with Nora. “He grabbed my hair in a way that made me understand the difference between rugby and football” (whatever that means). The denial and Nora’s frustration (same girl!)

Gala event/dinner: Alex eagerly waiting for Henry’s arrival, the way that everything ceased to exist the moment Henry appeared, including the journalist (which, same!!!).

Red room scene: Alex being really nervous. “Shut up, stop talking.” The kiss(es). The desperation. Acting like fools when interrupted!!

Stonehenge/Big Ben… “Henry and I are much happier against walls” lmfao!! And, obviously, “the night is young, ma.” The test of that scene and Henry’s face after hearing Alex said that he was going to make bad things to him (understandable)

Alex’s bedroom scene: their chemistry. Their conversation. “Just to put it out there.” Alex already showing his need to touch Henry, and holding Henry’s hand. Henry already showing his efforts to keep things casual by letting go of Alex’s hand. Alex’s disappointment, but pretending that everything is alright. Henry inviting Alex to the polo game because he can’t help himself, and playing with his ring because he was nervous. Their smiles and looks as Henry leaves (Henry’s sigh of 'can’t believe this happened', and Alex’s chuckle of 'that actually happened').

Polo scene: Just all of it. “You hungry? Yeah, I could eat”

Their date: their looks, smiles, the tension. “He is.”

“Prince Henry belongs to Britain. Henry Fox has to belong to himself or else he will banish.” “Can he ever belong to someone else?” “Only momentarily.” Their sad looks….. Alex wanting to hold his hand, Henry wanting that but knowing that he can’t, “not here.” (Alex’s love language is definitely physical touch)

Their first time: Alex’s nervousness, Henry’s reassurance. The intimacy, the slight awkwardness, the yearning, their hands… “I can’t believe how wrong I was about you” “Most people are.”

Their conversation in bed. Henry’s “I’m learning” and the kiss on Alex’s shoulder and Alex’s answering smile.

Alex smiling in the plane (he’s in love)

The montage with their emails…

New York hotel room scene: the eagerness and desperation, their laughs and happiness at being together.

Their entire conversation while on the bathrobes.

Zahra in the room scene: hilarious!!! “Technically, I’m the spare” and “would it make any difference if I told you to never see him again?” Alex's answering “No” straight away, without thinking.

Alex tells his mom scene. Love that mother and son duo.

Montage during the lake house.

Henry singing Queen… Alex completely in love (which, understandable)

Alex’s talk with his dad. Alex deciding to jump.

Scene in the platform on the lake. I love love that scene!! Alex not being able to not touch Henry tenderly. Declaring his love for Henry. Henry panicking, knowing that he wants all that but can’t have it. His expression of sadness and horror. Henry underwater. Henry sad because he knows he will break Alex’s heart, and his own.

Henry’s and Bea’s talk. “I wonder if what we do has any meaningful impact on people’s lives” callback to the conversation with Alex after their first time. Montage of sad Henry😢😢… Bea wanting to comfort Henry during the reunion.

Alex’s talk with Nora. “Get your man.”

Confrontation in Kensington Palace. “The man I love” Honestly, just the entire dialogue…. But also, “Henry, nothing will ever happen to you.”

Museum scene. Just the entire scene. Perfection! Sweet, lovely, tender, them!! History, uh? (Sobs!!!)

Henry waking up and smiling because he is with Alex, in bed, cuddling

The exchange of ring and key… my heart!!!! That hug, though…was everything!

Henry freaking out because he can’t talk with Alex.

Alex’s speech, and the montage of Henry struggling with everything. “I fell in love with a person, who happens to be a man, and that man happens to be a prince. He has captures my heart and makes my life immeasurably better. I love his Royal Highness Prince Henry George Edward James Hanover-Stewart Fox.” And the montage of their time together being happy!!! (sobs again!!)

Zahra and Alex’s scene while he talks about missing Henry… she’s just too hilarious!

“Baby” 😭😭😭

Hugging on the stairs, “I will break the sound barrier for you.” Henry playing the piano to Alex and then them playing together. “Proud to be your boyfriend.”

While waiting for the king, Henry wanting to play with his ring, but Alex is wearing it… The look they share.

Stephen Fry as the King

Alex and Henry holding hands, declaring and defending their love, sharing little smiles and small touches.

Henry noticing the people outside. “The world will know me for who I am.” “I love you” “I love you more.”

Holding hands during the Madam president speech

“We won.” “We won.” (you sure did!!) ❤️🤍💙

End credit scene…hilarious

[demenior]

This is entirely validation/attention seeking.

Here's some Sugar Dragon. They're at a fancy party.

(Mildly edited for Tumblr reasons)

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“I said I had a way to keep it from being messy. For now.”

“A trick.”

“Consider it payback. You broke the rule.”

“And what was I supposed to do?”

“That would have been payback too.”

Fjord crosses his arms across his chest. He can still feel the plug. He adjusts his stance. Nope, still all too aware of it, “it sounds like I couldn’t win.”

“I’m a dragon. We hold grudges.”

“See if I go down on you again,” Fjord grumbles.

Gardneri touches Fjord’s shoulder, running a hand up and down his arm, “does it hurt?”

“No.”

“Do you want to keep complaining?”

“Yes. You expect me to go back out there, like this?”

“I think I’ve finally found a way to enjoy these parties.”

That makes Fjord laugh. If there’s one thing he can count on, it’s that his dragon is a horny bastard.

“If you want me like this, then we’re leaving,” Fjord says, “I’m not staying in public in this condition. How would I even sit?”

“Carefully.”

“Not funny.”

“Get dressed. Give it a few minutes and see how you feel. I don’t want to stay much longer, either.”

It’s easy for Gairdneri to get dressed. All he has to do is tuck his shirt back into his pants, adjust his waistcoat, and smooth out his jacket.

There is a new hole ripped in his jacket from Fjord's flailing. Fjord grins as Gairdneri inspects the tear.

Fjord, on the other hand, makes to pull up his pants and is faced with a new uncertainty.

“The th/ong, it won’t– like– with the plug, it won’t get tangled?” In Fjord’s mind there’s a horrifying sequence of events that involve this stupid underwear pulling the stupid plug out of him and him soaking his pants in the middle of the dance floor.

Gairnderi laughs so loud that Fjord lunges at him to stop him.

“I don’t think that’s possible,” Gairdneri says, too kindly. He bends down and rips the th/ong in his hands, and stuffs the fabric into a pocket, “there. How’s that?”

“It wasn’t doing much anyway,” Fjord decides.

He doesn’t remember his pants being so tight. He has to hop to get into them. He can’t even get the top button done up. He knew the clothes were tight going on, and sure he’s eaten since, but–

Fjord levels an annoyed look at Gairdneri, “you did this on purpose.”

The dragon looks as innocent as a lamb, save for the way he licks his lips, “I think you look great. We can cover it up, with the corset. Come here.”

Fjord is standing straight as not to dislodge the plug in his a/ss, and even then the corset being laced up informs him that he can always stand straighter.

Gairdneri hits his midsection, the laces pulling tight. Fjord grunts.

“Do I need to let it out?” Gairdneri checks.

“Yes," Fjord sighs, and because he's here he might as well play into it, "thanks to you, I'm much bigger now than I was earlier."

Gairdneri's hands pause, and for a moment Fjord wonders if he just talked himself into round two.

[rueitae]

Season 1, Episode 8 the lucky cat caper for @csweekly

Another of my favorite episodes almost entirely thanks to Chase Devineaux and his beloved coat. RIP

The screen is SATURATED in red the ENTIRE exam. Trying to show that Black Sheep was SAFE even if she didn’t realize it at the time.

I find it a neat detail that Carmen here isn’t looking to see if she has the dollar until she’s tried several pockets and has stopped to rest. The scene is really effective for me to show exactly how good she is.

More of Player and Carmen talking through nightmares for their health, please. How many times has this happened before and where are the fics. In general I crave to see more domestic in between caper scenes like this. The downtime. On that same vein, love the insight into the team that the whole scene provides. Player just literally hangs out on the phone with Carmen all day, just for fun. Presumably this is what they always do. Nice reminder that capers aside, they are still each other's best friend and they want to hang out.

CARMEN WANTS TO SPOIL HER FRIENDS. I love the entire auction sequence because probably unsurprisingly her love language to others is gifting/acts of service. Zack’s favorite movie? Yeah let’s get him the car because he’s my driver and I can’t wait to see his reaction. Player wants to spontaneously take up stamp collecting? Yeah I’ll get him the one of a kind stamp to START. Yeah I love Carmen loving her friends. This episode is so chalk full of between the lines team red bonding.

IM SORRY. THE SHOE kills me every time. Season 1 Chase is such a good fumbling foil. I love him so much. He’s on the right track usually but soooooo wrong. Julia again has such patience that she really shouldn’t have to put up with. She’s the most right track but everyone around her has blinders on. Otherwise this show wouldn’t be near as long lol.

First episode with Mime Bomb in the field! He’s such a funky dude. Nice to see that the Faculty have become proficient in mime for him. They took a while to get what he was saying in the opening episodes but now Maelstrom gets him right away. There’s a fic in there somewhere with several (probably creepy) one on one sessions between the two.

I really love that the Cleaners actually clean throughout the show lol. They don’t seem to mind. Probably my favorite of the VILE operatives. They’re just so. Done. Dangerous. Chill.

AND they pause for TEA and gossip. As in Coach Brunt and Shadowsan tensions. Love these guys.

No one backs up Brunt that VILE is family. Like yeah she can live in her own little world. It’s such a pity the show wasn’t able to explore this fully you can see the set up. They wanted to do something and it needed another season to bring it around.

FINE FINE SEND WHOMEVER. The Faculty are simultaneously the cruelest and absolute silliest people on the planet. I love them muchly. Their interactions with each other tickle me to bits.

Assuming The Troll has always been with VILE (since Shadowsan is aware of his existence), he totally made that bomb icon for the tracker app.

Mime Bomb is super clever honestly, to do the bait and switch like that. He uses Tigress and the cat and the store to make a clean getaway (at least from Carmen) WITH the stamp. The entire sequence of events in this episode is extremely entertaining. There’s so much cool stuff going on, either paralleling a previous episode or something new and fun.

Love the shop owner lol. Takes everything in panicked stride.

Chase and Julia are SO close. (Look at that lack of keycard) I'm amused that Carmen gets to witness part of that. And speaking of this interrogation scene, I do think of the interrogation scene from Detective Pikachu every single time I watch this episode. Then I double over laughing.

ON BASTILLE DAY

And the stamp goes into the lucky coat. I'm always in awe of so many moving parts to this episode that all tie neatly together at the end.

When I first watched this i really thought that Carmen would get there in time but Chase’s coat getting shredded is better because then we get one of the best deliveries of any line in the show. The *cracked sob* of SHE iS VICIOUS AND CRUEL is magical. Please appreciate this with me.

Even VILE makes sure their operatives use a seat belt.

LOOK AT HOW HAPPY ZACK iS. And how he wants to replicate the movie he is absolutely a top notch driver but he is a cinnamon roll. The duality of Carmen’s focus and Zack’s childlike delight makes me so happy. And then when he gets into serious mode LOOK at Carmen. She’s halfway convinced she’s not going to make it lol. Take notes, Carmen does not like not being in control of a situation that makes her uncomfortable. She’ll fall off buildings but when she’s being driven somewhere in a high stress situation she fears for her life.

For the record, I hope team red watches the whole Rogue Vendetta series for movie night.

Also the music in this sequence slaps.

“THIS IS EXACTLY WHY IM NOT INVITING YOU ALONG. I CANNOT BE SLOWED DOWN BY CAUTION WORDS” This man. These writers. Off the wall bonkers great.

“The woman beams herself from a fountain pen she can do anything.” Fhfhfgcff

What car number is this again the ongoing joke is superb.

The amount of upper body strength from both women to climb the bridge.

So cool that it’s all parallel to the exam and Carmen gets to sorta put her nightmares to rest. Just in time to have new nightmares next week! :D

I like how the Cleaners just stand by with their metaphorical popcorn and shine a spotlight. Running theory is that they just like the drama.

She got the phone too! I love this ending. Carmen got validation on her own, she doesn’t need the answer over the coat. Even though she gets it next episode haha. It’s freeing though for her to get some resolution here. She’s not dependent on Shadowsan’s reasoning in preparation for the next episode. It’s the message that she’s continually freeing herself from VILE every day.

Oh boy oh boy I can’t wait for next week. The angst monger in me is SALIVATING.

[im-no-jedi]

writing down my thoughts as I rewatch “Pabu”, this is the most incoherent I’ve ever been, be prepared ROFL

what planet are they on in the opening scene? how long have they been hanging out with Phee? has she been in regular contact with them ever since “Entombed”? I NEED TO KNOW

love that Omega was at the table with Phee the whole time, and Phee used the excuse that she was teaching Omega her trade, we love to see it 🥰

I RECOGNIZED STEVE BLUM’S VOICE INSTANTLY AND NEARLY WENT FERAL

Phee handing that poisoned drink to Omega was really funny to me for some reason LOL

Hunter and Wrecker. HUNTER AND WRECKER. LORDY HELP ME. as if I wasn’t already in love with those two... D A M N 😍😍😍

nah fr Hunter flinging his blade at that worm was LITERALLY SOMETHING I WROTE IN MLWTBB OVER A YEAR AGO WTF

I just need that entire fight sequence embedded behind my eyelids plz, it was SO good \o/

TECH PLAYING SOLITARE ON TOP OF GONKY, I DIED 🤣

all of Phee’s comments about Omega, gurl knows what’s up (and Hunter totally agreed with her)

why was that message from Cid so freaking ominous??? ma’am??? where did this animosity come from all of a sudden??? srsly I feel like the “Cid is a villain now” thing came out of nowhere (despite what happened in “Faster” but I digress... idk it just doesn’t sit right with me ok lskjdfgklfdkj)

they’ve been away for THREE WEEKS doing what exactly???? hanging out with Phee??? traveling to nowhere in particular???? I NEED ANSWERS PLZ

I can NOT believe Pabu is literally just Palma Flora (a city in Wildemount that I set my DnD campaign in 2 years ago). literally the events that happened in this episode were VERY similar to that adventure from the Wildemount guide, and I am cackling about it haha

Phee literally being female space Indiana Jones was not on my bingo card, but I’m not complaining about it, good for her \o/

NOT WRECKER WITH THE “you’ve got some competition!” TO TECH I LEGIT LOST MY MIND OMFG

SERIOUSLY I CAN’T BELIEVE TECH/PHEE IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE LSKJFGUIHGLFKDJ

the way Tech stopped when Phee started walking to the museum.... BRUH. DOES YOU HAVE A CRUSH MAYHAPS 👀

Omega immediately befriending Lyana made me SO happy, she finally has a friend her age (which I KNOW Phee thought of on purpose, she brought them all there for OMEGA’S sake, I KNOW IT) 🥰

“do you know everyone here?” “of course! we’re all like family!” YOU DON’T SAY 👀👀👀

THE MONKEYS. they’re so cute and I want 20 of them thanks 🥰

“I... have not heard her laugh like that in some time” *SCREAMS INTO MY HANDS*

to no one’s surprise, I’ve been monitoring Hunter like a HAWK, and I’m pretty sure that man never stopped smiling from the moment they landed on Pabu OMFG. I know everyone is talking about Omega’s happiness, but HUNTER WAS HAPPY TOO. FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER. AAAAAAAAAAAAA

speaking of...

“as a father, you couldn’t ask for a better place to raise a child”

*INHALES SHARPLY*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

literally I was SHAKING after that line, I am a WRECK and I will NEVER RECOVER

ALSO

“a little stability might do you all some good“ I HAVE LITERALLY BEEN SAYING THAT THE ENTIRE TIME THANK YOU PHEE

it’s not just for Omega, they ALL need this, they ALL need a safe place where they can just live life and not have to worry about anything, PLEASE they need it so bad 😭

space sushi is canon. SPACE SUSHI IS CANON. HALLELUJAH \o/

the way Hunter told Omega to “have fun”... MY DADGUM HEART. SIR. I’M ALREADY IN LOVE WITH YOU PLZ 🥺😭💙

“I’m full! I am NEVER full!” STOOOOOOOP. this poor man has never had a decent meal in his LIFE, I am SOBBINGGGGGGG

and then Tech “I will note the date and time to commemorate such a momentous occasion” PLZ SLKFJGHGLFKDJS

crying actual tears at Omega out on the boat, smelling the ocean, feeling the sun on her face, and reminiscing about Kamino... MY SWEET BABY 🥺🥺🥺💙💙💙

and then Lyana with “doesn’t that get lonely” after hearing that they’ve never stayed in one place for very long... GURL. I FELT THAT. I LIVED THAT. O O F 💔

Phee practically dragging Tech over to the corner to see the lights; she even grabbed his wrist, the menace. she’s got it BAD for him, and he totally feels the same way, I LOVE THEM 🥰

Hunter noticed the monkeys were acting weird, but I KNOW he also felt the vibrations in the earth before anyone else. my man is just that good ok ��

are tremors common for islands like that? I have no knowledge on the subject. my initial thought was OMG THE ISLAND IS ACTUALLY A DORMANT VOLCANO because of the shape of it?? idk LOL

Hunter ABSOLUTELY could feel the vibrations. “I don’t think it’s over yet” HE KNEW. HE COULD FEEL IT. HE’S THAT GOOD 😤

the fact that it’s been 30 YEARS since the last sea surge, and another one just so happened on the same day TBB showed up. @jam-n-ham and I joked that they brought a curse to the island ROFL

the warning alarm sounding like a foghorn was a nice touch 👌🏻

all of that water receding so quickly was TERRIFYING 😰

Hunter quickly taking charge and telling everyone what to do in his usual calm demeanor, my GOSH I love this man 😩💙

Wrecker sticking with Shep while Phee stuck with Tech, no surprise there 🤗

Omega sounded so scared when she called Hunter, oh my poor baby 😭💔

Tech and Phee with the grappling hook 👀😏

Wrecker immediately picking up the old guy and running off with him, I love him so much 😂

this episode marked the THIRD time we got pilot Hunter, and I am LIVING for it. Tech, please give him the wheel more often 😍🥰

also, I am suddenly reminded of “why is Omega hanging off the ship?!” after rescuing the girls; how’s that for an unscheduled study break? 😝

Wrecker putting the old guy on his back and climbing up the ladder like it was NOTHING 🥵

honestly, one of the most heartwarming things was seeing all the people helping each other during this crisis. when Wrecker came up the ladder, several people grabbed the old guy and helped him up, then several more grabbed Wrecker when Shep was about to fall. Shep was right, the whole island is like one big family 🥺💙

that shot of the island from the following day was devastating 💔

Tech and Phee still hanging out; he literally is just following her around now 😁

WRECKER OMEGA AND LYANA SLEEPING UNDER THE TREE 🥺🥺🥺💙💙💙

absolutely OBSESSED with that moment between Tech and Phee when she stops him, what am I saying, I’m obsessed with all the moments between them, I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS CANON FR LDKFJGHJUIGOFLDK

Hunter wanting to stay so they can help rebuild the damaged homes 🥺 as if he needed another excuse to stay amiright 😜

“I had the same idea” “did’ya now?” SLDFJGHIOHGLFDKSJHD

SRSLY THEIR SMILES AT EACH OTHER HELLO??????? YOUR HONOR THEY’RE IN LOOOOOOOOOOVE 🥰🥰🥰

the fact that Shep reiterated that they’re welcome there... y’all they finally have a HOME 😭😭💙💙

and that’s it! end of the episode. man. just pure serotonin from start to finish 💙

and yeah, I know we all have the same thought. “it’s not gonna last!!” WELL MAYBE THIS TIME THINGS WILL BE DIFFERENT HUH, EVER THINK OF THAT???

I honestly think we’re meant to assume the worst, but it’ll end up being ok. sure, Omega getting captured by the Empire is absolutely still going to happen. but I think Pabu overall is going to remain a safe spot for them to return to, similar to Ord Mantell. they’ll finally have a real home. and it would be completely dissatisfying to have that all taken away just for the sake of ✨drama✨. let this show be the ONE time everything turns out ok in the end, please Jen and Brad, I am BEGGING you 😫🙏🏻

[dicktective]

[werner herzog in the mandelorian vc] eye would like to see 'CALIFORNIA HERE WE COME' 👀

bahahaha well it's written partly by myself and party by kat but i'll share some of what i wrote:

It starts with Robin. 

Not that he was ever the sort of person to believe in like, fate, or God, or whatever, but every single action--every single moment up until this exact moment in time--started with her.

Beneath him, as his feet dangle knee deep in the depths of the cold morning surf, he tries not to feel overwhelmingly suffocated by this particular fact. Because he can’t hate Robin. He can’t. He knows that none of this is actually her fault--that he and he alone was in charge of the series of spurious, half-baked ideas that lead to this particular sequence of events--but god, why didn’t she try and stop him? 

Oh, right. 

She had. 

She had tried to tell him this was a dumb idea--just wait it out for another year, dingus’; we can move in with each other then--and Steve had looked her, scoffed with his eyebrows raised cheek achingly high, and let an incredulous: fuck that. 

So he bought a van. 

He put in his two weeks notice with his boss at Sears--the older woman was almost sad to see him go--said he had a way with the customers--and took out a bank draft.

He bought a van, packed it in a moment of ill-conceived anger directed vaguely towards his father, and spent two days driving to California. He got lost only once (or maybe twice), but when he showed up outside the dormitories of UCLA, unshowered and half asleep from two uncomfortable nights spent sleeping curled up on the floor behind the driver seat, Robin had nearly killed him. 

He had to listen to her rattle off a list of all the reasons why dumping half of his savings into a stupid van (a really, really ugly one, she added) to follow her halfway across the country was crazy! And also, Steve, where the heck do you think you’re going to stay? I already told you before I left you can’t crash at the dormitories and apartment prices in downtown L.A are crazy. 

“The van,” he had simply told her. As if this van was going to be the solution to all of his life's problems. 

“The van,” Robin had parroted. “The van with no mattress, no running water, and no way to cook a meal in it.”

Steve had just shrugged, but one of the first things he had done was go pick up a crappy mattress from one of the local Salvation Armys. 

And for a while it was fine. 

He spent a few days parked outside the dormitories and they would get lunch together, or sometimes hangout in the park near the campus library and there was even the occasional movie night when Robin's roommate was out visiting her boyfriend.

But then classes picked up and Robin got busy. The security guard at her dormitory complex told him politely if not firmly that because he wasn't a student at the university he couldn't keep parking there overnight. There was no place to shower and he couldn't keep sneaking into the building with Robin to wash his clothes without getting dirty looks.

Also eating a steady diet of gas station food--of bagged jerky and teeth-rottingly sweet snack cakes--was really starting to do a number on his stomach.

He didn't tell her his.

Instead, he went back to the same Goodwill where he had picked up the mattress and bought a surfboard. 

He smiled and told her half-truths about how amazing this all was. Of mornings spent at the beach and afternoons getting sun tans. Of all the sites he was seeing. The people he was meeting. Of this killer wave he hit the day before and God, Robin, you should have been there to see it. 

Robin always laughs and smirks and rolls her eyes when he talks about it all. About surfing at sunrise (she still doesn’t fully believe that it’s something he’s capable of, he believes), of the late afternoons spent sleeping on the beach, of the weird cat he sometimes gets to see when he’s grocery shopping in the gas station near the freeway. 

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, Steve,” she had told him. “I’m glad this is working out.”

The water beneath his board swells in a sudden and unnatural crest and Steve’s fingers clamp down on its edges, steadying himself just to stay afloat. 

Then, he turns and looks to the beach. People are slowly arriving, slowly unpacking beach towels and folding metal chairs. There’s a kid with a ball and a family with a dog and a group of teenagers perched in a huddle near the sandy stairs leading to the boardwalk. Steve sighs and begins to paddle the board back towards shore. 

He woke up to another parking ticket. It was there, plastered in its disgustingly muted pink under the rubber edge of his van's windshield wiper. It’s another thing he won’t tell Robin. Another half-truth. 

Because a part of him really wanted this. A part of him had wanted her to be wrong. 

She isn’t though--and rarely has been. 

But again, Steve won’t tell her this. He can’t.

[hugintheraven]

I posted 4,434 times in 2022

That's 1,637 more posts than 2021!

33 posts created (1%)

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#politics - 249 posts

#religion - 108 posts

#lgbtq - 92 posts

#dracula - 68 posts

#d&d - 54 posts

#science - 48 posts

#history - 44 posts

#about me - 38 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

So, some basic thoughts

The sequence of events is basically Chris Rock makes joke, then Will laughs while Jada looks hurt, then Will walks up and slaps Chris, then Chris tries to play it off, then Will says “Keep my wife’s name out of your fucking mouth” until Chris agrees.

So I think initially Will didn’t register the joke. He’s an actor at the Oscars, Smile and Laugh is basically his job for the night. Then he saw how Jada was taking it and reacted to that. Which I like. It makes the situation less “don’t insult MY wife” and more “don’t hurt the woman I love”. 

I also don’t think that was over the line. It was an extreme reaction, but this isn’t the first time she’s listened to jokes about her medical condition. It might be the last, though. Which appeals to me, honestly. It reminds me of high school, sometimes the only way to make people stop is to hurt someone. And Will kept it controlled. 

Honestly, a good reminder to all stand-up comedians, late night hosts, etc, there’s some jokes you shouldn’t make. Learn where the line is and stay on the right side of it. Or invest in a good dental plan, whichever. 

99 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

#4

Dracula Daily and Fanfic

So, I decided to look into AO3 and see what this fandom produced since the beginning of *gestures vaguely* ALL THIS. 

Historical context: Pre-2016, there were 166 fanfics total in the Dracula(Bram Stoker 1897) tag on AO3. 2016-2019, there was an average of 60 fics added to the tag per year. In 2020, Moffat dropped a BBC Dracula series and the fandom exploded, posting 242 fics in 1 year. 2021, things died down, only 156 fics posted, still far better than any pre-2020 year for the tag.

And in 2022, as of November 11, the tag has 320 new fics. Double last year, and the year’s not even over yet. Of those, 265 have been posted since May, which is more than the previous record year(Moffat), and this fandom did it in 6 months. Congratulations, that is legit impressive and I just want to say thank you to everyone involved. I hope to see more fanfics added to that list so that I have to revise my numbers even further in 2 months.

Now, some disclaimers. This data was gathered manually so I may have messed up some marginal things, and the practice of uploading other archives and backdating fics makes it more confusing. I have also not excluded crossovers. This means that this definitely includes some works based on the 2013 TV show(for example) that were tagged with this fandom as well, but defining a crossover in a useful way for my purposes here seems difficult. And I only checked the Bram Stoker Dracula tag, because the “All Works” Dracula tag will include plenty of other unrelated works. And of course, there’s fanfics that are in the tag for this year that aren’t Daily-related. But the conclusion is pretty clear anyway, this was a good year for Dracula fanfic.

181 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

#3

So, that one 911 scene is based on a true story

See the full post

223 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#2

Summer is coming

Do NOT leave anything in your car that you aren’t willing to see melt. That includes pets and children. Yes, you’ll “just be 5 minutes”, but then there’s a line. You get some poor retail worker on their first day. And then you get back to your car and it’s 115 degrees inside. Don’t do that. Small creatures can’t regulate their temperatures as effectively as you, they can overheat and die very quickly. Bring them with you or leave them home, do not leave anything in your car. 

1,868 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Oh look, there’s a reason Elon’s suddenly become so transphobic recently. One of his 18 year old kids just filed name change paperwork. She’s going by Vivian Wilson now. All the support for her, and given how he’s behaved about this, hopefully one of Elon’s rockets screws up and renders him no longer anyone else’s problem. 

2,648 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

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[gideonbulletin]

UNA PROMESA DE VIDA PT. 3

SCENE 7 

Sequence 7 

Nishimura’s property. It was the same day when Nishimura’s plan got rejected by Sandoval. Frustrated, he left the building and seemed to be in a bad mood for the rest of the day. 

MR. NISHIMURA: 

WHERE, IS, THE, HEAD, OF, THAT, WORKER?!. (He threw a punch on the worker) 

Nishimura Worker: 

S- Sir, we wounded him enough to make him bleed to death, it is only a matter of time before he dies.( He was frightened to even say something that might trigger him even more) 

MR. NISHIMURA: 

(He scoffed at his reply) You are taking this lightly? YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE THIS IS NOT A BIG DEAL! Listen to me, That worker is a big evidence that could take us down for good. BRING HIS HEAD OR YOU'RE THE ONE WHO’S GOING IN THE OTHER SIDE!. (He shouted)

(Maddie who was hiding behind the wall heard everything and immediately left after Mr. Nishimura’s conversation with his workers) 

(At Mr. Sandoval’s place) 

MR. SANDOVAL: 

Jane, we need to talk. 

(Jane is confused as she entered the room) 

JANE: 

What is it Pa? 

MR. SANDOVAL: 

Look, I know you’re strong, I know you can handle yourself already. That is why I am asking you to prepare yourself for an upcoming event. 

(A person from the shadowy part of the room emerges) 

MADDIE: 

For war. 

(Back to Mr. Nishimura’s House) 

MR. NISHIMURA: 

Men, we are all gathered here to prepare ourselves. Your lives, your families, and your freedom lies on the results this time. This is not a game. A worker of the Sandovals slipped through my grasp and managed to tell the Sandovals about our little doings. There is one more thing. 

(Mr. Nishimura points Maddie) 

MR. NISHIMURA:

This woman is a traitor, lock her up and do not let anyone see you. (Maddie tries to escape but failed) 

(A loud bang from the door alerted the whole Nishimura) NISHIMURA WORKER: 

THE SANDOVALS! 

MR. NISHIMURA: 

Let him in. 

NISHIMURA WORKER: 

But sir. 

MR. NISHIMURA: 

Do it. 

(Mr. Sandoval himself entered the room with 3 guards behind him) MR. NISHIMURA: 

Old friend, what brings about your unexpected arrival? MR. SANDOVAL: 

Stop this Rio Nishimura, We have come to arrest you, We do not have to have blood on our hands to end this. 

MR. NISHIMURA: 

(Laughs hysterically) You’re going to arrest me with 3 men? We can take you out here in an instant just like what we did to your other workers. 

(Mr. Sandoval raises his hand to signal something)

(Mr. Sandoval’s workers came out from all directions and pointed their weapons at Mr. Nishimura) 

MR. SANDOVAL: 

You can’t win, We have this place under control, You still have the chance to surrender. 

MR. NISHIMURA: 

Tch, This is not the end my friend, Someone will take over everything for me. 

SCENE 8 

Sequence 8 

Sandoval’s House. After what happened between Mr. Nishimura and Mr. Sandoval; Jane finds out from her father that Jaycee is Dark. Although she didn’t mind the cover up that Jaycee just did, because of her love 

for him as her boyfriend, she asks for her father’s guidance and wishes to live with him in a faraway city. 

(At Mr. Sandoval’s Place) 

MR. SANDOVAL: 

Darling, I don’t feel safe that you are always with Nishimura’s son. He mentioned before that someone will rise after him. I cannot be at ease, knowing that his son might be the one to continue his deeds. 

JANE: 

Pa, Jaycee is not that kind of person, He is a Nishimura but he acts nothing like his father. I know that, I am sure of it! (She pleads to her father)

MR. SANDOVALl: 

Jane! (He shouts out of frustration, this makes Jane flinch. He approaches her and cups her cheek to calm her down and apologizes for scaring her.) Look, I am just concerned about your safety, I cannot afford to lose my precious daughter. 

JANE: 

I appreciate your concern Pa, I Love You. But I beg of you… Please let me go against your will, for once. (She begs with her eyes glistening of an upcoming downpour of tears.) 

(At the Nishimura’s Place) 

JAYCEE: 

(Laying on Jane’s lap, he asks doubtingly) I want my father out of that prison, I can’t run this whole thing without him. I didn’t even want to be his heir in the first place. 

JANE: 

(She calms him down by brushing his hair with her fingertips.) How about we talk to my father and ask if he can be imprisoned inside the place. Like, House arrest? (She suggests.) 

JAYCEE: 

Hmm…That is more than enough, I guess. Thank you. (He kissed her cheek) 

(The couple convinced Mr. Sandoval about the idea and they celebrated) 

MR. NISHIMURA: 

I knew that you couldn’t let me down, Son. You truly are one hell of a Nishimura HAHAHA!.

JAYCEE: 

(He coldly replies) I am doing this for the business, not for you. Please don’t cause any more trouble. 

MR. NISHIMURA: 

Jane, can you give us a moment please? 

(Jane left the room) 

MR. NISHIMURA: 

You have gotten soft, my son. I am starting to see a different person in you. Hah, I have an idea. Next week, I will throw a small celebration in here, but we can’t have Jane around okay? 

JAYCEE: 

Just leave Jane out of your plans, She’s the one who set you free after all. 

MR. NISHIMURA: 

Oh yeah, sure sure. I will, don’t worry. (He replies insincerely.)

[kyriolex]

We don’t kill our oppressive upper class with fancy guillotines like the French. Real Americans use duct tape and a Glock 17 pistol.

[nessinborderland]

Ampallang

Pairing: Niragi x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Your boyfriend has been distant. The real reason as to why might surprise you.

Warnings: Niragi has a dick piercing, you’re both dramatic af, miscommunication, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex

Notes: Anonymous asks: Can you write a steamy smut of Niragi and the reader, where Niragi got some new piercings to show off. (You can do any piercings but I would recommend dick or nipple piercings maybe both?) Here it is! So yeah, I had to make it somewhat realistic since piercings are a pain to heal and can infect so easily. Also, ampallang is the specific name of Niragi’s piercing :) <3 Enjoy!

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“Okay, I can’t take this any longer, what’s going on?” you ask your boyfriend of six months, “We haven’t had sex in weeks and you barely let me touch you. Am I the problem? Are you... not attracted to me anymore?” you ask in a quavering tone. This question has been in your head for weeks, but you were always afraid to ask him. Unfortunately for him, after some beers, you’re more than ready to confront him, “Are you cheating on me?...”

“What?!” Niragi exclaims, looking at you with wide eyes, “No, baby, no it’s nothing like that. I would never do that to you!” he sounds offended but – more than that – he sounds genuine. You don’t know what to believe; why would he – a man that could barely keep his hands to himself while in your presence – be avoiding you all of a sudden?

“Oh my god…” your eyes fill with tears at the next possibility that goes through your mind, “Are you sick?” that’s it; he’s dying.

“Y/N, listen to me–”

“Am I sick?!” what if he knows something that you don’t? What if he has been avoiding touching you because he knows that you’re the one dying? “Please tell me that–”

“I got a dick piercing!” he blurts out aloud, hands on your shoulders as he shakes you slightly. There’s a moment where you just stay frozen, staring into each other’s eyes. That was it? He has been avoiding you, not touching you, canceling dates with you because he got a damn dick piercing?

Unbelievable. 

Your first reaction is to laugh, tears streaming down your face as you cackle and almost fall down the sofa you’re in. You hear him mumble something you don’t understand, muffled by your hysterical laugh. All this time you thought he didn’t want you anymore, that there was something wrong with you, but he just went the extra mile to conceal the fact that he had a dick piercing? 

You could actually kill him.

“You are such a drama queen!” you exclaim after your laughter subsided a bit. You look at him to see him red as a tomato, face half-hidden by his hand as he sends you a glare. 

“You’re one to talk,” he mumbles, before shrugging and casting his eyes down, “I don’t know what’s so fucking funny, anyway...” Watching him so angry and embarrassed makes you stop laughing altogether.

“I wasn’t laughing at you, dummy, I was laughing at your dramatic ass,” you get closer to him, taking his hands in yours, “You could’ve just told me you did it and I would be okay with it. But hiding it from me and making me think the worst? Not cool, dude.”

“I wanted to surprise you…” he says, hiding his face against your neck.

“Well, consider me surprised,” you chuckle as you pass your fingers through his raven hair. 

“To be honest, I wasn’t expecting this to take so long to heal,” he continues, relaxing under your touch, “Even getting hard hurts. That’s why I was avoiding being with you, I always get hard just by looking at your fine ass,” his hand lightly pinches your thigh near your bottom, making you giggle, “I should’ve told you, though. Sorry, kitten.”

“It’s alright.” you kiss his forehead and put your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. You stay like that for some time, until you can’t avoid the urge to ask; you got to know.

“So…” you start, “How bad was it? Did you cry?” he huffs against your neck at your words, shaking his head.

“No, but it hurt like a motherfucker,” he says. In other words, yes, he cried, “I regretted doing it as soon as it was done. It got worse, though. When I said I was with the flu last month, I was actually home making sure my dick didn’t fall off.” 

You chuckle, shaking your head at this sequence of events. You could’ve been there for him and – most importantly – you wouldn’t be worrying yourself sick. But that’s in the past now.

“Hmm...can I see?” you ask. You’re really curious to see your boyfriend’s new piercing. You always found the ones in his face hot, but you don’t really know what to expect right now.

“I might actually explode if you do so much as look at my dick,” he says in a low tone, “I miss fucking this tight pussy of yours.” 

You let out a surprised gasp when his hand cups your sex, hips bucking against his palm in response. You missed his touch so much. And that’s why you throw yourself on his lap, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. He responds immediately, tongue pushing inside your mouth and teeth nibbling at your bottom lip like he wants to swallow you whole.

“Suguru, please…” you beg as he starts kissing down your neck, “Please fuck me, please-”

“Lay back, kitten,” you do as he says, reclining against the arm of the couch as he starts taking off your shorts and panties. You’re soon bare from the waist down, legs open as your boyfriend sets in between them, looking at your cunt like it’s the first time. It almost feels like it, after a month without doing anything but kissing. 

“Fuck,” he growls, sending a shiver down your spine, “I’m gonna eat your pussy until your legs are shaking and you’re begging me to stop.” 

You whimper as his lips latch onto your clit, sucking and licking it like a starved man. And he is, as much as you are. You moan freely, together with the sounds of Niragi eating you out, hands pulling his hair as you move your hips against his face. It feels so good, to finally have his hands on you.

He fucks you with his tongue and fingers until you're a moaning mess, legs shaking and dripping cunt clenching around nothing like he promised you. But you want more, much more. And so does he.

"Fuck…" he stops for a moment after you come the first time, grinding on the couch with a pained expression, "Fuck this," he says to himself, "Gonna fuck you with my cock anyway."

"Are you sure?" you ask in between panting breaths, watching him as he strips down completely. You notice something shining on his chest, and you smile, "Oh, that one is new too..."

"Yeah, do you like it?" his smile widens when you nod, still looking at his silver nipple piercing. When you finally see his member, though, that's when your smile falls and your mouth waters.

It looks so pretty. 

He's hard as a rock, and the piercing on the head of his cock glints strongly in contrast with the color of his skin. Is hot as fuck, and you feel yourself growing wetter at the prospect of finally having him inside you like that. 

“I did this one especially for you,” he says as he kisses you, “It’s supposed to make you feel good.”

"Put it inside me…" you beg as you open your legs wider for him. He almost trembles with excitement as he retrieves a condom from his pants on the floor, before carefully putting it on and lining himself up with your waiting cunt. 

When he finally gets inside you, you swear you can feel the metal of his cock touching your velvety walls. It feels so good it makes you want to come right then. 

"Fuck," he says as he starts slowly moving in and out of you, "You feel so fucking tight it hurts."

You kiss as he starts going faster, legs raised over his shoulders as the wet sounds of sex echo in the room. He always made you feel full, the head of his cock always hitting the right spot to make you come over and over with barely any clit stimulation, but this? This damn new piercing, grazing your walls at every firm thrust? Even better. 

"Fuck, it hurts," he hisses as he sucks on a nipple, teeth lightly grazing the sensitive bud as you clench around him like you want to trap him inside you, "Fuck, shit, don't stop hugging my cock like that. Keep going, kitten."

You come at his words – whole body shaking as he keeps fucking you through your orgasm – and do as he says, too fucked out of your mind to do anything else but that. 

He comes with a shudder and a guttural moan not long after, slowly getting out of you and discarding his condom, before laying on top of you, head in-between your breasts. 

You stay like that while you regain your breath, finally satiated after such a long time without each other.

"So…" your boyfriend starts, "Did you like it?"

"Very much so," you say with a smirk that doesn't go unnoticed, "But I'm gonna need some more testing to be sure."

"You can do whatever you want with it, kitten," he kisses you, long and slow, "After it stops hurting like a bitch, though."

[kaiaiswriting]

Worry

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: injuries

Request: heeeey, i hope you’re okay ♥️, may I ask a one shot where the reader is gets injured during one scene and falls into the ground fainted and chris evans (her secret boyfriend) worry so much and after that they decide go public.

A/N: last night, i fell asleep just before posting this :/ anyways, exams are unfortunately coming up, so i’m trying to write as much fics as i can before i go on a study grind :’) + i apologize in advance if i’m inactive in the next few weeks, as i said, i have exams coming up, but hopefully i’ll be much more active afterwards!!

“You sure you can do the stunt? Y’know you can always ask for a stunt double right?” Chris asks as you both stand outside your trailer. It’d become a ritual for both of you to meet right before a shoot, but it had to be in private–you weren’t ready to publicize your relationship with Chris just yet.

“I’m fine, I’ve practiced it a hundred times with Ben,” you respond. Ben’s your stunt coordinator, and having practiced your fight sequence with him numerous times, you were certain that you could do it.

Chris’ face looked worried, and you took both his hands in an attempt to calm him down.

“Chris, I’ll be fine, really, you all do this everyday, so why can’t I do it?”

“Fine, but if you ever feel unsure just tell me or Ben, I’m sure he’ll be fine with you using a double.”

You nod as you give Chris a hug–it was warm and you felt safe in his embrace.

“Y/n, Chris! We need you both on set now!”

A crew member from inside the studio calls for both of you, and with that, you were quick to let go of Chris. He gives you a tender smile and you both begin making your way to the set.

In this scene, your character and Captain America would be fighting Hydra. The scene was set on a destroyed building with rubble and scattered pieces of rock on the ground. Admittedly, you were nervous, scared even, to shoot the scene; you hadn’t gotten enough sleep last night and woke up at 5AM this morning to train for your stunts (did you even eat at all today?)–in short: you were exhausted and tired. Nonetheless you were determined to do your own stunts.

Both you and Chris took your places and he shot you a quick smile that warmed your heart. You didn’t want to worry him, you had to get this stunt right.

“Alright everyone, places!” the director said loudly. The Hydra actors took their places across from you and Chris, and it was now that you felt your heart racing and sweat beginning to form on your palm and forehead.

You were focusing on your breathing, too focused to hear the director’s remarks.

“Okay everyone, quiet on set. And, action!”

You were snapped out of your trance and began running towards the actors across from you. Sprinting was already a challenge in itself, especially on rubble. You felt the energy in your legs drain out, but you didn’t let that stop you.

Your first stunt was to throw a few punches and kicks at an actor–easy enough, right? You approached the actor and began throwing weak punches at his face and kicked his stomach. Once the actor fell to the ground, you continued running through the rubble.

You felt a sharp pain in your stomach, must be because you hadn’t eaten. You curled into your stomach and clenched it tightly to stop the pain. Nonetheless, you pushed yourself to continue running. It was then that you felt light-headed; the exhaustion and pain from everything was enough to blur your vision, causing you to miss a particularly large rock in front of your leg.

Everything happened in a flash: one moment you were running perfectly fine (although, fine is sugarcoating your condition), and the next you tripped against a rock and came tumbling down. Your arms instinctively covered your face to protect yourself from any hard objects that came into contact with you. You felt numerous objects scraping your arms, legs, and bruising your stomach. The pain was, frankly, unbearable given your exhaustion, so when you finally laid on the ground, below a heap of rubble, you were on the verge of fainting.

The director and crew members were the first to notice your fall, and the director was quick to call “cut”. The commotion stopped and numerous crew members went to your aid. Chris was confused as to why everything stopped, but when he saw your body lay on the floor helplessly, he was quick to rush by your side.

All thoughts about your guys’ secret relationship were thrown out of the window as Chris knelt by your side and grasped your cheeks gently.

“Y/n, can you hear me? Are you okay?”

You didn’t respond; you were overwhelmed by the pain and unconsciousness began taking over you. Soon enough, you had passed out.

“Oh my god, she passed out. Someone call a medic!” Chris calls out to the crew members who hurriedly rushed out of the set to call for a medic.

Chris stayed by your side, holding your hands whilst whispering comforting things.

“It’s okay y/n, I’ll be here with you. Please stay with me. Please, please, please.”

Chris was too worried to notice the shocked expression of the director and remaining crew members who were watching. You both hadn’t told any of the producers, directors, or crew members about your relationship, so seeing Chris hold your hands and whisper gently in your ear definitely came as a shock to them.

Soon enough a medic came in the studio and performed a quick check up; the medic concluded that you had passed out from exhaustion, but other than that, you had some bruises and scratches. The director excused everyone from shooting that day, and with that, Chris was quick to carry you back to your trailer. The medic and a few crew members silently followed behind, not knowing how to react.

In your trailer, Chris gently placed you on a couch as the medic placed her bag on the floor. As Chris stroked your arm, the medic began cleaning all visible cuts and covered them with bandaids; she had also asked Chris to lightly press a cold cloth on your face, which helped bring you back to consciousness.

“Y/n? She’s awake!”

The medic darts her head to you and gives you a tender smile.

“Hey y/n, are you feeling fine? Where does it hurt?”

You let out a soft groan and begin telling her about the aches on your arms, stomach, and cheek. The medic asked if you had done anything the day before that could have led to you passing out, and you told her about not getting enough sleep and not eating at all that day. Chris was shocked, mostly worried for your condition, but the medic ensured that with enough rest and food, you’d be back on your feet in no time.

You and Chris thanked the medic and before leaving she threw you another smile.

“You should really thank Chris too, he didn’t leave your side for a second,” the medic said as she left.

You turned to Chris and held his hand.

“I guess I have to thank you too.”

“In all seriousness: Y/n, why did you do the stunt if you knew you weren’t up for it? I told you that if you couldn’t do it, you have to tell someone,” Chris said.

“I- I’m sorry, I just wanted to do it myself. I’m an actress, I need to do stuff like this.”

“But it’s okay to not be able to do it sometimes, especially if you didn’t eat or get enough sleep; your health comes first before anything y/n.”

Chris pulled you into a warm hug, and you wanted to remain in that position for hours.

“You scared me so much y/n, please don’t ever do that again. Please take care of yourself,” Chris says as he rocks you back and forth gently.

“I will Chris,” you say as you hug him back.

That day, Chris stayed by your side, watching you eat and making sure you ate and rested enough. You slept for a good 10 hours and the morning after, you felt refreshed. The director told you that they’d be using a stunt double for your scene, nonetheless, you went to the studio to watch Chris.

You walked out of your trailer and saw Chris waiting outside. After the events of the day before, you and Chris decided that there was no point in hiding your relationship anymore. With that, you both held each other’s hands and walked to the studio. Your entrance earned stares from some crew members, but you were fine with it. Chris gave you a quick kiss and ran onto the set.

“So, looks like we got a new couple on set huh?” the director asks you as you both share a laugh.

“You bet.”

[shroudcore]

Speak now, or forever hold your peace. (II)

Summary: You crash the wedding with Grim and Ortho. Unlike the others, proposing isn’t on your mind. You come with a very different approach. 

An angstier take on Ghost Marriage. Idia x GN!reader. Reader is MC, or takes the role of MC in this story. (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Warnings: none

If the students of NRC thought they’ve seen Eliza at her angriest, they were wrong. The fury she displayed now was incomparable. While Idia fawned over your dramatic anime-worthy entrance, the new interruption was getting on her last ghostly nerve.

“Guards! Seize them!” she roared. Immediately, the ghosts went into action. Idia held his breath as he watched the obedient ghosts charge at you, Grim, and Ortho. He hoped you didn’t barge in with no plan. If you didn’t come equipped with useful items, you would end up like everyone else. 

Chubby, determined to get rid of the intruders that caused distress to his beloved princess, was eager to get rid of you. (”Simp”, Idia muttered) However, eagerness wasn’t enough against an opponent equally as determined. As soon as he got too close, an unknown force threw him backwards to where Eliza floated, shocking the princess.

“Chubby! Are you alright?”

Idia, on the other hand, was elated. 

“Th-that’s so OP!” he exclaimed. He knew you heard him, because your gaze flicked to him for a split second before looking away. Embarrassed, Idia shut his mouth. He’d expected at least a smile. 

After Chubby’s failed attack, other ghosts attempted to face your group. They only met the same fate. Confused, they could only pay their apologies to the princess and watch on in helplessness. Just what did you have up your sleeve? Who did you get such an SS-tier item from?

“Princess, it’s impossible to stop them!” the last of Eliza’s guards told her. For the first time that night, she looked afraid. 

Grim guffawed, while you smirked. A familiar look. It was always there before you jumpscared an enemy, or before you checkmated a poor opponent. Idia might have thought it was kinda hot. At the moment, he was oblivious to his gaping mouth, and how wildly his hair blazed. What were once lightly blushing tips were now an alarming red—a level of ferocity never seen from him before. 

“You can’t touch or hurt us!” boasted Grim, a devious smirk on his face. “We had some he—mprfgh!” He was abruptly cut off by Ortho’s robotic arm covering his mouth. Idia’s brother shook his head at your noisy dorm mate. 

“Release my big brother now!” he demanded. Idia grimaced, but didn’t feel too worried. As long as Ortho was with you and your anti-ghost protective shield, he would be safe. 

As expected, the ghosts were affronted. 

“How dare he order the princess like that?”

“You ought to be punished for your insolence!”

“To intrude on a royal wedding and speak disrespectfully! 

“Send them to the gallows!”

One talked, and one talked over the other. Soon, all that could be heard was an unintelligible susurrus of disembodied voices. One ghost had enough of it, and shouted to Eliza: “Princess, the kiss! Do what must be done!” 

“NO!” You and Ortho yelled at the same time. You continued to walk towards the makeshift altar as your two companions followed close behind. Ghosts rushed to block your path, but you pressed on as your invisible shield threw them back. It looked absolutely badass. Well, anything you did was cool to Idia, anyway. 

 “Out of my way!” You commanded, strong and unwavering. He’d seen you annoyed and angry before, but never up to this point. It basically radiated off of you that a danger warning could be floating above your head. 

“S-so intimidating... “

“So scary!”

Sure, this wedding crasher looked like you, but something was different. An unexplainable sinister aura wreathed you tonight. Was it your glare, or was it that regal suit you wore? Idia must have been too distracted by you, that he only noticed now how your cape seemed to drag shadows with it. You were a villain... much like one of the villains from his video games! And something else that was familiar. 

Whatever it was and wherever it came from, there was a menacing presence in the hall tonight. 

All were silent, except for the wind whistling through the hall. If one listened more carefully, they would hear drowned-out cackles. But it is just the wind, right?

“Wh-who are you?” Eliza finally asked. The ghosts who were ashamed at being unable to seize you began to form a protective ring around their princess. Eliza herself, Idia noticed, was starting to curl in on herself—her presence shrinking the closer you approached. “What do you want?”

“The groom,” was all you said, staring her down as if eyes alone could exterminate the ghost in front of you. 

“Idia?” she asks weakly, glancing at her tied-up groom. Idia said nothing and did nothing but look at you, attempting to telepathically communicate his panic. You barely even looked at him. 

“He’s mine.” 

Hold up—?

More gasps and chatter. They sounded less like whispers and more like the buzzing insects he heard whenever he snuck out at midnight. The world spun. Idia stared at you open-mouthed. 

If he were asked to describe his state of mind at this moment, it would be similar to a loading screen. Suddenly, everything you did together played back in a 1.75x supercut sequence. 

Mine. 

Mine. 

Mine.  

“Wh-what?” Eliza sputtered. “What do you mean?” 

You answered her, voice losing the steadiness it possessed just moments ago. “You have the man I love.” 

Wha… 

KDJAFCKSAJHDKACBSXCJSIEUDS?

Idia.exe has crashed. Reboot? 

~~

The audience’s reactions were varied. Some students on the floor were amused by the spectacle and could have used some popcorn (and a comfortable position) during these times. Some were horrified and disappointed by the idea of the prefect being in love with Idia Shroud the shut-in. Some were much too confused to feel anything. 

“Pardon…? What did I just hear?” Azul asked the floor.

“Puppy love,” Lilia wept, sniffling very loudly. “You know, this reminds me of when I was young...” 

“Whaddaya mean when you were young?!” Floyd snapped. His irritability had spiked up even more when you arrived. His position prevented him from witnessing the events. Everyone on the floor could feel his bad mood rolling off of him in waves. 

“Hey! Watch your tone when speaking to Lilia!” scolded Sebek. 

“... Are they acting?” Leona mumbled. 

“Oh, this better be an act.”  said Vil.  “... though it does not seem to be.” The last part of his observation remained unheard by anyone else, except for Rook. 

“I believe we are witnessing a genuine love confession,” added the Chasseur d’Amour himself, voice soft as he sighed dreamily. “Engrave this moment into your memories, everyone! We are fortunate to witness it…”

But no one shared his enthusiasm about the situation. The others expressed their displeasure by groaning and complaining. “... well, even in this state we are in?” he added as a follow-up. 

~~

Reboot. 

You once fell asleep on Idia’s shoulder after finishing a movie. It was something you both only watched to make fun of, but you were apparently too tired to give your top-tier jokes and meme references. The contact sent his heart into overdrive as he froze, begging for option boxes to appear and help him. The flames of his hair blazed so brightly that it woke you back up. It was embarrassing, and sometimes he would remember it late at night and cringe. 

It was happening again, but worse. Any moment now, he was sure that he alone could burn down the cafeteria, if not the whole school. This was stupid. Why did he get that worked up over an obvious act? A mere ploy to get the ghosts to release him?

Reality catches up and deals him triple attack damage. Crowley probably put you up to this. You were probably annoyed that you were forced to do this, weren’t you? That’s why you couldn’t even look at him. It had to be the cruelest joke that fate ever threw his way. 

“I can’t say I don’t understand you, Princess,” you tell Eliza, forcing a smile. “Idia is perfect, is he not?” He felt your eyes on him. This time, it was he who couldn’t quite meet your gaze. Looking down at the floor was all he could do; it couldn’t judge his blushing face. Only when the warmth in his cheeks faded did he feel it safe to look back up again. 

“You see him, don’t you, Princess?” Your voice began to falter, losing the confidence and authority in it that scared the ghosts. “He’s so much more than what everyone else thinks! We agree on that, don’t we?”

Eliza’s face softened, nodding. “Yes. I’ve seen how these people insult him!” she tells you, gesturing to the ‘failed princes’ on the floor.

“But we’re still different,” you stepped closer, but still far enough so that your invisible anti-ghost forcefield wouldn’t activate. “You don’t want to marry Idia, you want to marry your fairytale prince.” 

Eliza appeared to be genuinely confused. She looked around at her companions, before turning back to you. “What do you mean?”

“You’re in love with your ideals, not the person himself,” you explain. “You only chose him for his appearance. Am I right? His personality, likes and dislikes, and possible flaws don’t matter to you.”

Eliza seemed deep in thought. While she was silent, you release a bitter laugh and threw your hands up.  “I mean, do you even know what his favorite candy is?”

Pomegranate drops. You asked to have some, but he refused to give you any. He wouldn’t tell you why, but he let you assume it was his favorite and didn’t want to share because of that. 

That wasn’t it, though. Maybe he’d tell you once you were both out of here. 

“You’ve never stayed up until 4am just to join him on a raid!” You waved your hands wildly, lost in your rant. Whether Eliza understood you or not, you seemed to have stopped giving a damn. 

“Weak!” he teased, noticing your drooping eyelids and reduced concentration. Deep down, he felt bad for keeping you up late.  “Look, it’s fine if you need to rest.”

“Nah, let’s finish this. What are you going to do without me?” you replied, smirking.

“You don’t even have 4-hour conversations with him on Magicord VC like I do!” 

It lasted up until 3am. You two were laughing at memes. He could hear a groggy Grim complain in the background about the noise. 

“Alright. Here’s a question, princess. How much would you risk for the man beside you right now? Bet that’s where we’re different...”

Eliza’s gaze darted back and forth between you and Idia. Even the other ghosts were silent, waiting for your next words. 

“... because if you ask me, I would risk everything! That’s why I’m here wearing this stupid suit!”

It’s not real. It’s not real. The emotion behind every word was a punch to the gut. If you kept this up, he might need a healer soon. Ever since he realized he was falling, he tried to quell the sparks of hope you ignited whenever you did something nice for him. All that hard work was gone. Each word you uttered was gasoline. 

“To think that if I arrived minutes later… th-that I would never see him again!” A sob escapes your throat, your intimidating persona crumbling.

No, don’t do that. Idia wanted to reassure you that he was still there and he was okay, but he couldn’t. It’s part of an act. It’s part of an act. 

“So please… just let him go.” The front you wore has completely dissolved. There you were, reduced to a sobbing mess in front of a ghost princess and the students of NRC. 

You weren’t the only one. All traces of anger or fear have vanished from Eliza’s face. Instead, she put her hands over her mouth. The princess had been moved to tears. Finally, she turns to Idia. “Idia, they seem to l-love you very much… ”

“That’s right.” You wiped your tear-streaked face and pointed an accusing finger at the ghosts. “And all of you! Are you going to enable her forever? Encourage her shallow ideas of what love should be?” 

They all looked down, unable to meet your eyes. 

“You have no right to just snatch him up and claim him as yours,” you told Eliza with an unfaltering resolve, despite your tear-covered face and your crumbled front of strength. “Did you never think… that there could have been someone waiting for him to return?” 

“I-I never meant to!” Eliza cried. “I was so blinded by my own happiness. I never thought… never even considered…” 

“Princess, it’s alright. We all make mistakes.” Chubby told her, trying to be reassuring. 

“Tell me, intruder. How else am I going to find my prince?” she asked you with no trace of hostility. You stopped for a while, staring at her. 

You must not have expected the question. Idia saw you look at him—it was the longest time you’d looked at him all evening. Clearing your throat, you began to explain. You fumbled a bit, scratching the back of your neck and tugging at the hem of your coat as you explained what a perfect partner should be. 

As you spoke, Idia was enthralled by your voice and most of all, the knowledge you possessed about love and romance. He hadn’t seen this side of you before. How did he ever think that a hundred dating sims could make him a romance expert?

“Is that so?” she sighs, bowing her head. “I understand now. I’m so sorry… for causing you so much grief.” 

She turns to her companions, giving them a sad smile. “There’s only one thing to do. Everyone, we must stop this wedding.” 

Idia wanted to fall to the floor in relief. At least a few exhausted sighs and weak cheers could be heard from the wedding “attendees”. You fell to your knees, exaggerating your gratitude. 

“Thank you, princess!”

“But Princess… what about your happily ever after?” Chubby interjected. 

“I can’t tear two lovers apart!” Eliza wipes a few of her own tears, then turns to you. “I was deeply moved by your words. I dream of having a lover like you,” she sighs dreamily, probably imagining her future lover already. 

While the students of NRC rejoiced at this victory, Idia’s heartbeat quickened in fear. What if Eliza decided to take you for herself?

“Princess…” Chubby muttered, sighing. Eliza only gave him a reassuring smile. Phew. Idia relaxed, grateful that she doesn’t have the idea… yet. He didn’t know what to do if that thought became reality. 

Eliza turns to address the hall with a smile. “I have decided.” Everyone waited with bated breath for her announcement. Idia squeezed his eyes shut and silently urged her to announce their departure already. 

“Idia and I will not be married anymore. She smiles wide, and clasps her hands together. “However, there will still be a wedding!”

Your smile faded. “What… what do you mean, princess?”

She beams. “To make up for my mistake, I will make sure that Idia and his lover are married tonight!” 

~~

To be continued.

Tagging: @teashopwritingzz @twistedcrumbs 

Well, that was long. To think that I was planning for the story to be a one-shot! Once again, keep an eye out for Part 3. Thank you for reading! 

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