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Imagine Ethan seeing the rope burns and bruising on Benji's neck soon-ish after Kashmir and assuming that Benji had attempted to kill himself.

What he likes the most of about Kashmir is the weather. It's cold, yes, but it's also always bright and sunny, and the blue of the sky helps making his recovery less boring. When his ribs allow him to walk around the medical ward he does so, and he likes to take in the view. The mountains were nicer to see when he wasn't strapped to a helicopter and dangling off the edge of a cliff.

It's not all wonderful, though. Mostly, he's worried about Benji, whom he doesn't see much. Which is odd, because he's their technician, which means he should be debriefing with them almost all the time, but, well. He isn't. And that worries him. A lot.

Which was leading him to that particular moment, standing right outside his friend's small house in the snow, barely knocking. Maybe he was sleeping ? Maybe he should come back. Maybe he was imagining things, and it wasn't that bad, and he was being too overprotective like what Julia'd told him, and he should give him space, maybe—

"Yeah ?"

Benji's standing in the entrance, skin visibly paler than usual, with bright purple stains under his eyes. His beard is unkept, and his hair is a mess of locks, falling freely in his forehead. Had he been napping ?

"Hey," Ethan kind of lamely replies, waving awkwardly. "Can I come in ?"

"Oh. Yeah, sure. I guess."

His friend moves to the side, allowing the door to open wider and lets him inside the small barrack, where the bed was undone and multiple computers were laid on the covers. Not sleeping, then.

"It's pretty cold, huh ?" the older of the two remarks, "you should come 'round the foyer sometimes. They've got a nice fireplace."

"Huh ? Yeah, I guess," the other distractedly says, tugging at this scarf. That was his new fashion choice, from what Ethan could've noticed in the fast few weeks. That, or a turtleneck. "Did you need anything ? I'm...huh, a little busy, I guess."

"Oh, no, I just...I wanted to check up on you. See how you're doing, y'know ?"

"I'm fine," Benji retorts almost immediately, and his tone is barely snappy. "You know, same old."

"I mean, what happened with Ilsa was..."

"Nothing happened with Ilsa. Didn't you read the report ? We just knocked Lane off. More fright than hurt."

"No, I know, but still, I mean, we both know Lane and you have—"

"Have what, Ethan ?"

He pauses, visibly taken aback by the bite in his voice.

"Well. You...he doesn't like you, so I wanted to make sure that seeing him again wouldn't..." Ethan trails off, trying to find the right words, "wouldn't mess with your head."

"It hasn't," Benji replies, still tugging at his scarf, almost like it was choking him. "Was that all ?"

"You don't look comfortable in that thing," he points out, "maybe you should take it o—"

"NO !"

The yell rings out loudly against the four walls, and Ethan takes a step back in shock.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs. "I didn't mean to..."

He stops himself, frowning in that way he did when something had just dawned upon him.

Not good, Benji thinks. Not good at all.

"Why are you always covering your neck ?"

"I don't want to catch the flu."

"It's not that cold."

"Okay, well, maybe not for you—"

"Benji," Ethan's voice turns serious, accusatory, even. "What's under the scarf ?"

"Nothing," the other horribly lies. "I told you, I'm fine."

"Alright. Then take it off."

"No."

"Benji, please."

"Why do you care so much ?!"

"Because you're my friend, and I haven't seen you in weeks despite us living in the same quarters, and you're acting all—all suspicious with it, and I'm scared something happened to you ! And I'm scared you're hiding it from me !"

"Oh, fuck this," Benji sneers, almost tearing the fabric from his neck, letting it drop harshly on the floor. "There. Happy, now ?!" he almost spits, face contorted in a mask of pure disgust. "Congrats, you found me out."

Ethan's breath catches in his throat, and he's pretty sure he felt the floor move oddly under his feet. Instinctively he wants to reach out to touch, but a flinch from the other man reminds him to know better.

The scars are ugly.

There's no other way to put it.

They're purple, yellow, red and black at the same time, and they spread around Benji's neck like twisted vines, almost cutting his veins in half. They're patches of pain and a testament of struggle, and they seem to be burning still, under the freezing air of the barrack. There are open wounds too, and they shine more crimson than they should.

"Wh..." he swallows harshly, trying to compose himself, "what happened ?"

"Nothing."

"This isn't nothing, Benji !"

"It's just scars. They'll fade eventually. This is all my fault anyway."

A beat.

No.

"Did you do this to yourself ?" Ethan manages to ask, voice small and in pieces, "Benji ?"

"What ?"

He'd heard that Benji had gone to several therapy appointments, after London. He knew, deep down, that his friend had never quite recovered from what Lane had put him through. How could he have, anyway ? God only knew what had happened between his capture and the restaurant. Had he gotten tortured ? He never talked about it, and it scared Ethan.

Because what else had he kept for him ?

"Did you—“ he chokes out, feeling ugly tears swell in his eyes, going to grab his friend's shoulders, "oh God, Benji, I'm—I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I should've known, I'm so sorry, I should've been there, I—"

"What ? No, I didn't—"

"I didn't realise you were in that bad of a place, I'm sorry, I—I wish you would've told me—"

"I didn't try to kill myself, Ethan !" Benji manages to yell, raising his hands defensively, "I didn't—this isn't self inflicted."

A silence.

"Really...?"

"Look, I—" he shakes his head, a bitter laugh coming out of his mouth, and Ethan hates it, because never should Benji sound like that. It didn't fit him. "It was Lane. I went to help Ilsa, Lane was waiting for me and choked me, and then hung me to the ceiling. Ilsa cut the rope right after I passed out. That's it. That's the story. Alright ? There's nothing more to say. It's my fault, and I'll assume the consequences."

"Lane hung you."

"Yeah."

"Wh...why didn't you tell me ?"

The other man shrugs.

"You were busy with recovering. Didn't want to bother you with it."

"How would that be bothering me in the slightest ?!" Ethan screams out frustratedly, "Benji, I was worried sick !"

"Alright," Benji snorts, looking still as angry, "well, now you know. All good ? Can I go back to my coding ?"

"Don't do that."

"I'm not doing anything."

"You're isolating yourself from me."

"I'm not. Look, I just...I'm tired. Okay, Ethan ? I'm tired, and my throat hurts, I've been eating soup for 11 days straight, and I can't cough, or laugh, and I'm—I'm just sick of it. And to top it off, all of this is my fault."

"No it's not," Ethan protests, voice now soft. "Please. Let me help you."

"I like your confidence, but you're not good enough to make rope burns disappear overnight."

"No, I'm not. But I can help with reminding you to apply cream, and do it for you, and stay with you if you need to talk. I—I want to. I want to be here for you. Please."

Benji's eyes finally meet his, and he breathes out. His shoulders slump, like tension had left his entire body.

"Okay. Can you...God, I—"

"Yes," his friend earnestly replies, impossibly close, "I'll do anything. Just ask."

The other man nods against his shoulder.

"Can you hug me ? Just a little."

Ethan smiles. Benji is warm against him.

"Yeah. I can do that."

#mission impossible #mission impossible fic #benthan #snovyda #I LOVE THIS KEEP EM COMIN

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maritatari · 2 days

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Just three peoples hanging out-

I'll list a few headcanons cos why not-

- Rosa was actually Ben's first actual friend from the cult. She mightve also had a small crush on him or vice versa, but they were too shy to admit it to eachother and uhhhh matt thing happened- (I'll elaborate soon further what I mean by that)

- their friendship was normal and nothing too deep, they probably didn't really click enough for anything beyond it and were like what- 11-12 and 13-14 years old?

- speaking of, I genuinely think Matt is Rosas big brother. Bro however was 16 or 17 at the time (making him 26-27 at the year of his death in 2010 and rosa 22-23 in 2009.)

- I imagine Ben thought he was a REALLY cool guy. I hc Matt used to listen to rap (1 word: his profile picture) and rock, play videogames and basically have that drip I gave him in the pic, making Benji look up to him as a role model. (However, he had his personal complexes to deal with and probably wasn't the most popular among his peers at school, HOWEVER, among the moonchildren.)

- the thing is, after Rosa introduced them, the incident occurred, where Matt and Ben suddenly started hanging out more, making the crush Rosa had on Ben quickly fly away like these flying fairy toys out the window 💀👍

- afterward, matt (dealing with his self worth complexes and being seen as a "nerd" or "quiet guy" for his interests and personality, causing his STRONG connection to the moon children in the first place and automatically hooking him onto the belief) decided to slowly drag Ben into the cult aswell (I personally would like to sprinkle the idea that he wants people to suffer the way he did or he does, hence his actions in the Canon arg AND I think he was popular among them for his charismatic personality. NOW you may be wondering: wait- how was he charismatic but not popular at school TOO then?? Answer: his classmates judged a book by its cover 😭😭😭)

- so yea, Ben got sucked into the cult really fast, Rosa saw that but could never really tell him, because he was always with matt n stuff.

- after Benji ascended, rosa probably had a mini wake up call and felt guilty for not telling benji, but still stayed in the cult in fear of leaving, while matt was at first kinda ashamed for how far it got out of control, but gaslit himself into thinking that it was the right thing (yknow- become one with luna) ----> and that's when he had an epiphany: he managed to lead someone like this to his demise, so how charismatic was he actually? --> he became more and more self aware of his ACTUAL potential, therefore he began using it for his own gain, giving him a sense of satisfaction (especially as it was kinda covering up his giant riffs of complexes and turmoil) and he got hooked onto it...

- Rosa noticed it and drifted away from matt as the years went by. Matt also moved out and went to college probably a year or more after Ben's ascension, I mean he was like what- 18 to 20?? Anyways, Rosa sure felt alone at the time, dealing with the guilt and all that for not interfering when matt was dragging him into the mess, and also feeling very left behind by both her brother and benji. She eventually just asked herself why it turned out the way it did and began blaming herself and kind of just bottling it up (hence her quote "I don't know what I'm saying, forget what I'm saying") ---> #Rosadeservedbetter

OH MY GOD THAT TURNED OUT TOO LONG IM SORRY- 😭😭😭

#matt hubris #rosa hubris #benjamin lawman #jadusable arg #holy cow is that long-#honestly this is just straight up a backstory #i mean #CAN YOU BLAME ME?? TRYING TO ANALYZE EACH CHARACTER FEELS LIKE BEING A PSYCHOLOGIST

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neverinadream · 1 year

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Y O U ' R E S O F U C K I N G S P E C I A L - T H E T E A S E R

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Song Inspo: Creep - Radiohead

Warnings: THIS IS JUST A TEASER, frat boy!christian, college au, this was inspired by my favourite scene from skam italia

Notes: I'M FINALLY WRITING IT! even though i know i have plenty of other stuff i should be writing first...oops. ANYWAY....this was partly inspired by skam italia. thoughts? opinions? do we like it so far? please tell me!!!

"Do you know what this is?"

"It's appears to be a guitar," Christian answers, taking a seat at his desk, which was surprisingly tidy. You had half expected it to be a mess or something he would've called an 'organised mess.'

"No, this, my friend, is a weapon," you correct him, resting the guitar comfortably on your lap. You strum the strings, letting the harsh sound ring out. "This is your weapon," you explain, curling your hand around the fret, "this is how you've acquired a string of many broken hearts, isn't it?" He chuckles, shaking his head. "First, you act like a jerk with girls. Then you bring them up to your room. You sing them a song, and they'll say, 'oh, Christian! You're such a sensitive boy!'"

He holds both hands up in the air. "You've got me all figured out," he laughs, nodding his head, "I can play for you, if you'd like?"

"You could," you shrug your shoulders, "but I don't think I'm your usual type."

You pluck your fingers at the strings and, before you know it, your right hand is switching between plucking and strumming the strings as your left hand remained on the fret, switching between a sequence of chords. You hadn't touched a guitar in a couple of years, but together, they created a rusty but soft melody. "When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye," you sang quietly to yourself, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to be transported into your own little world, "you're just like an angel; your skin makes me cry..."

Christian leans forward, the chair squeaking as he moves to rest his elbows on his knees, and he tilts his head to the side, watching you play his guitar. A soft, partial smile twitches on the corners of his lips. This was unexpected. You had surprised him.

"...you float like a feather in a beautiful world," when you open your eyes, goosebumps tingle your entire body as you find Christian staring at you, "I wish I was special; you're so fucking special." You stop singing and remove the guitar from your lap, moving to lie it down on his bed. "Sorry," you apologise, mumbling under your breath.

"Don't be," Christian shakes his head, "that was incredible." His compliment makes your stomach flutter with butterflies. "I didn't know you could play, let alone sing too?" His smile widens. "So much for me being the one who is meant to serenade you."

You shake your head, "not really, it's sort of the only song I can successfully play. My dad tried to get me to play the guitar when I was a kid..." Your voice trails off at the end, stopping yourself before you have a chance to ramble. That was the last thing you wanted to do, ramble on about a person you barely knew to a person you also didn't know. Looking back and forth between him and the floor, you give him an unconvincing smile. "Has my roommate texted you back yet?"

Christian pulls his phone out of his pocket. "No," he shakes his head. Standing to his feet, he moves his guitar and sits next to you. "You can check for yourself if you don't believe me," he says, offering his phone, but you shake your head.

F O O T B A L L E R T A G L I S T

@shanoontje @maseandkepa @theblxefox @blueathens @ofxinnocence @1-800-benji-chilwell @mrschilly @geek-and-proud @in-my-body-bag @laurasstufff1 @mountchilly @spicysainz @greykitkepa @thoseboysinblue @breakablehcaven

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic imagines #christian pulisic au #christian pulisic one shot #christian pulisic fluff #christian pulisic x reader

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smilesrobotlover · 6 months

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Whumptober day 31- emptiness, setbacks, take it easy

Read day 30

Happy Halloween!!! Thank you so much for sticking with me with month! This was a fun challenge and I’m so proud of myself for pushing through it 😊 I hope you guys like this one, it’s kinda mid imo but it’s pretty intense I suppose.

Warnings: stabbing, blood loss, hopelessness, kind of an unhappy ending oops 😬 everything’s fine tho it’s fine

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Age couldn’t help but hum along with Kass, Benji, and Linebeck’s music. They were playing some of Linebeck’s sea shanties, and it was getting more and more chaotic. Kass and Linebeck were remarkable singers, but Benji was pretty terrible, but they all sung loudly, laughing like maniacs at the end of every song. Age listened to them, laughing along whenever they erupted into laughter after a song. Age’s father walked up to them, looking like a mess and very frustrated.

“What are you all doing?” He asked angrily, a pitchfork resting on his shoulder while his prosthetic arm rested on his hip.

“Singing!” Kass answered, “care to join us?”

“No! I’m too busy working on the farm! No thanks to any of you!”

Benji gave an awkward chuckle but looked away while plucking his guitar. Linebeck gave a sigh and leaned back.

“Ammon, I’m a sailor, not a farmer,” he said, and the others nodded.

“Well I’m a soldier! But I’m still trying to make sure Talon’s farm doesn’t get ruined!” Ammon shouted.

“Man, I don’t get why both Talon and Rusl had to leave the farm,” Benji muttered, continuing to pluck his guitar. “They’re the farmers, we don’t know what we’re doing.”

Ammon sighed. “Talon is understandable, I’m not sure why Rusl left as well, but no matter! It doesn’t mean that you can just sit around lazing the day away!” He shot a look at Age, who sat up straight quickly. “What are you doing?”

“Ah– uh– I’m sorry father, I was just resting,” Age said quickly, and Ammon narrowed his eyes at him.

“Goddesses, what do you want from us Ammon?” Linebeck asked.

“I want some help! This farm work isn’t easy to do!”

Kass stood up, walking over to Ammon who was seething. “Now now, Ammon, tell us what to do and we will try to help. I’m sorry,” Kass said gently, which calmed Ammon down. Age was almost surprised at how calm Kass was in every situation, he was perfect for dealing with Wild’s… well… wild personality.

“Right, right,” Ammon let out a sigh. “I could use help grooming the horses, I’ve milked the cows, but if someone could feed the cuccos and clean the house, that’d be great, and also–”

“LOOK OUT!”

Age’s father was interrupted by Wild, who was chasing a round pig that was sprinting towards the men. They all shot up and moved out of the way as the pig nearly plowed through them, watching it run and stop just outside the ranch.

“Hey, don’t move towards it all at once,” Wild said breathlessly, resting his hands on his knees.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Link,” Kass said, “did that piglet escape?”

“Yeah, and I need to hurry and grab it before the others escape too!”

Linebeck let out a sigh of relief and crossed his arms. “You’ll never catch a pig by chasing it kid, you need to sneak up behind it, and then grab it before it knows what’s going on.”

“Oh great! You can catch it while I keep an eye on the other pigs!” Wild suggested with a smile. Linebeck looked at him in surprise.

“W-what? Noooo no no no my Link was always the pig catcher not me.”

“No, I think it’s a wonderful idea,” Ammon grinned, “Make yourself useful.”

Linebeck frowned then took off his overcoat, throwing it somewhere safe as he hesitantly walked over to the pig.

“Oh I need to watch this,” Benji said, running after the sailor. Age grinned and followed as well as his father grumbled. Linebeck was a good distance away from the pig, crouching down and crawling from behind the pig, being as quiet as possible. Benji snorted and Linebeck shot him a glare, cautiously moving closer to the pig.

“Oy, I thought you guys were going to help with the farm wor–”

“Yeah yeah, after this Ammon, shut up,” Benji interrupted, not taking his eyes off of Linebeck.

Ammon grumbled again, but he stayed with the others as they watched Linebeck. The sailor was close to the pig, and he quickly went to grab it, but it slipped out of his fingers, jumping over his head and onto his back. Linebeck let out a yelp as he went face first into the ground, getting dirt and mud all over himself. The others started laughing as he attempted to wrestle the pig, getting more and more dirty. Finally, he grabbed the pig and held it over his head, panting and glaring at the laughing group.

“Weren’t you guys going to do farm work?” He yelled. He looked at Wild who was still with the group. “Weren’t you going to keep an eye on the pigs?”

Wild scratched the back of his head while Benji snorted laughing. “It’s not my fault you’re so entertaining to watch.”

Linebeck grumbled and marched right past them, heading to the pig pen. “If one of those pigs escaped I’m not catching it!”

They all watched as Linebeck grumbled, and Kass smiled at Wild.

“It’s best to leave him alone while he blows off some steam.”

Wild shrugged. “Well, he can deal with the pigs then, if he’s gonna be such a grump.”

Kass chuckled and Wild’s gaze lingered over to Ammon, who was also watching him blankly. Kass quickly jumped in front of them, blocking off the view.

“Let’s go help with the horses! You like horses don’t you?” He suggested, and Wild agreed, the two walking towards the horses. Age sighed sadly. Ever since Wild met his father, he’d been pretending that he didn’t exist, but there were moments where he watched him for too long, and he would spiral. Thankfully, Kass was helping him through it, but it was very hard on his father. Age gave his father a small smile, who smiled back, but it quickly disappeared.

“Uh, ok, what the heck happened?” Benji asked, plucking his guitar strings. “Why are you and Kass avoiding each other?”

Ammon shook his head. “Me and Kass aren’t avoiding each other, it’s just… Wild.”

“Oh, right, your twin,” Benji looked at Age who shrugged.

“He’s not my twin, we’re… technically the same person.” Age sighed. “It’s hard to explain, but he’s from a timeline where evil won, he’s been asleep for a hundred years and… um…” Age looked at his father who was staring ahead.

“Oh, I get it now,” Benji said softly. Age gave him an awkward smile.

“Yeah…”

It was silent for a long moment until Ammon moved away.

“Let’s finish the chores, alright?” He said softly, and the other two followed him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey! Hyrule, can you hear me?”

Hyrule groaned as consciousness began to return to him. He opened his eyes and saw everyone huddled around him, with Windy holding a magic potion.

“Oh yeah, that’s definitely Benji’s kid,” a man next to Twilight chuckled. Hyrule frowned.

“How d’ya know m’ dad?” He said weakly, his words slurring. The man grinned at Time, who was next to a woman with red hair.

“Well he knows his dad, that’s good,” another man he didn’t recognize with a big nose said. “Are ya good to drink this potion, little one?”

Hyrule squinted at Windy who started to uncork the bottle. He nodded and let the others sit him up. He drank the potion carefully, being able to drink it himself as he felt his strength return to him.

“Thank the goddesses you’re doing’ better, Hyrule,” Windy said when he finished the bottle. “We were getting worried about you!”

Hyrule smiled, then looked at the people he didn’t know. “Who are they?” He asked, pointing at all four of them.

“Hyrule, this is my father-in-law Talon, and my wife, Malon,” Time introduced the both of them.

“Huh, Malon and Talon, that’s cute.”

Talon chuckled. “Gotta keep that Lon Lon name, yeah?”

Malon laughed and nodded. Hyrule smiled and looked over at the man who was side hugging Twilight.

“Oh! Hyrule, this is my pa, Rusl.”

Rusl waved at him and Hyrule tilted his head.

“You don’t look like him.”

“I’m adopted.”

Hyrule made an “oh” sound and looked at the serious looking man behind the colors.

“This is our father!” Red introduced him. The man gave a nod at Hyrule.

“The name is Leon.”

“Nice to meet you all,” Hyrule smiled at them, and Windy grabbed his arm, helping him up. “Uh, so you mentioned my dad?”

“Oh yes!” Talon pointed to a ranch in the distance, “He’ll be so happy to see you!”

“Is that where he is?”

“Yep! At Lon Lon ranch! We’re almost there!”

Hyrule nodded. “Now I get the Lon Lon name…”

Time chuckled and nudged him towards the ranch. “C’mon, we don’t want to dawdle now do we? Let’s find your father.”

Hyrule grinned, beginning to register the idea of seeing his father again. He truthfully didn’t know him very well, he was separated from him when he was ten years old, being apart from him for so long that he almost forgot everything about him. He’d only just reunited with him, and though it felt weird calling him father, he still found familiar comfort in him, and he was excited to see him again. He started walking, still feeling weak, but determination to see his father again kept him going. When they reached the entrance, Hyrule jogged towards the horses despite his dizziness, and he looked around, spotting Wild next to a giant bird man.

“WILD!” He yelled out, sprinting towards him, but he felt his legs weaken, and he suddenly started to fall face first into the grass. He let out a yelp, but something caught him and helped him up. He looked at his savior confused, and grinned when he recognized his father, beaming at him.

“Orchid!” he cried, and pulled him into a tight hug. Hyrule buried his face in his neck and melted into the embrace.

“H-hey dad,” he mumbled, his voice wavering. He got a lump in his throat and he blinked back the tears when his dad started running his hand through his curly hair.

“I’m so happy to see you safe, Orchid. Too many times we’ve been separated.”

“Yeah.”

The two held each other for a while until he heard people come up behind him. He saw Wild and the bird man who were smiling.

“Oh my goodness!” The birdman looked at the two. “I can see the family resemblance!”

Benji chuckled and gestured to Kass. “Orchid, this is Kass. Kass, Wild, this is my son, Orchid.”

Wild narrowed his eyes. “‘Orchid’? Is that like… your real name?”

Hyrule nodded shyly, and Wild chuckled.

“Why didn’t you say that when we came up with nicknames? I’m sure it beats ‘Hyrule’.”

Hyrule shrugged. “I don’t know… Um… you have a bird for a dad?”

Wild looked at Kass in shock, and he laughed nervously. “No! No! He’s uh… he’s Kass and he’s a good friend! Has great songs. Can dance really well too.”

It grew silent and they all glanced at each other awkwardly. Time walked up to them and smiled at Wild.

“Wild! You're here! Are the others at the ranch as well?” He asked, with everyone else joining them (and Twilight scolding Hyrule for running off). Wild shook his head.

“Just me and Age.”

“Oh my!” Talon chuckled at the sight of Wild. “You must be Ammon’s kid huh?”

Wild’s smirk faded, and a sense of unease filled the air. Hyrule looked at his dad who had a blank expression on his face, then at Kass who had his wings resting on Wild’s shoulders, who surprisingly looked upset. Talon looked at everyone’s reactions and frowned.

“Was it something I said?”

“No, no Talon you’re alright um,” Kass looked back at the horses he and Wild were taking care of, “let’s finish the job, shall we?”

Wild nodded and ran over to the horses. Hyrule watched, realizing who Ammon is. The group knew about Wild and Age’s situation, but Hyrule always forgot about how serious of a situation it was, and how much it affected Wild. Benji looked at Talon and the others, who all looked concerned.

“It’s complicated, Talon, so don’t worry about it.” Benji looked at Windy and smiled warmly. “So you must be Linebeck’s then, huh?”

Windy’s dark expression lit up. “Yes! Where is he?”

“Over at the pig pen. Careful though, he’s kinda pissed off right now.”

Windy giggled. “When is he not? I’m gonna go find him!” The little sailor turned and sprinted in the wrong direction.

“The pig pen is the other way,” Benji called out to him, and Windy quickly turned around and sprinted in the correct direction. Everyone laughed at him as he ran by, clearly excited to see his own dad. Or at least, Hyrule assumed this Linebeck guy was his dad.

“Well, guys, how about we find Ammon and his kid and make some introductions,” Benji started, eyeing the different Links, “I’ve been dying to meet your guys' kids.”

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Linebeck finished washing all the mud and dirt off of him, grumbling about the stains on his pale shirt. He put his hair in a ponytail and watched the pigs play around. They seemed to be fine, no risk of another one getting out, but he wasn’t in the mood to see the others. He’d be forced to do farmwork, and he hated farmwork. He grabbed his coat and shook it off, making sure it wasn’t dirty, until one of the pigs gave a desperate squeal and he spun around, looking at it weird.

“What’s wrong with you?”

The pigs started to back away into the corner of the pen and Linebeck frowned.

“What are you pigs doing?”

He knelt down and tilted his head at the pig’s strange behavior, but something cold and sharp touched his neck, and he froze.

“Scream and I’ll slit your throat,” the familiar voice of the man who’s caused this mess whispered in his ear.

“You,” Linebeck growled, not moving with the knife up against his throat.

“You know, it took me a long time to find you and your friends, and to find you here, goddesses, it's infuriating,” the puppeteer sneered, and Linebeck rolled his eyes.

“What do you want, you big baby.”

The puppeteer scoffed. “You and your friends have been nothing but a thorn in my side! Always trying to ruin my plans and getting in my way! And then you suddenly disappear, somewhere where I can’t find you,” the puppeteer spun Linebeck around with his sword pointed at his neck. Linebeck glared at the one eyed mask he wore. “I’ve had enough of you, and I want nothing more than to kill you all.”

“So then kill me, why are you monologing when you have me right here with your pretty little knife pressed up against my neck?”

The puppeteer didn’t say anything, his grip tightening on Linebeck’s shoulder. He looked behind him, checking to see if anyone was there, and he returned his attention to his hostage. “I had no idea that the Links were all your sons,” his head tilted, “perhaps you all could be of some use to me.”

Linebeck’s eyes widened. “If you think you’re gonna use me against my kid—“

“These Links have truthfully been a pain as well, and if using their family to get them to listen is what I have to do, then so be it. If it’ll mean making you all suffer, then so be it.”

Linebeck kicked the puppeteer in the chest as hard as he could, trying to dig his heels in his ribs. The puppeteer grunted as he fell back, holding his side, but before he could do anything else, a battle cry was heard, and he jumped away before Link was able to slash him with his sword.

Wait, Link.

Link?

“Link!” Linebeck shouted, not believing his eyes when he saw the boy that he’s been looking for standing right in front of him, pointing his sword against the puppeteer.

“Oh, you’re here too. Isn’t that just convenient,” the puppeteer snarled and swung his sword at Link, who blocked it with his own. The two fought, Link being calm and collected while the puppeteer was enraged and messy. Linebeck just watched the two of them, his heart beating a mile per second.

Come on you idiot, help him! He thought to himself, looking around for anything that he could use as a weapon, but he found nothing. When he looked back at the two, the puppeteer had grabbed Link and threw him over his shoulder. Link landed with a painful thud, and he let out a cry.

“Link!” Linebeck called out again, more worry in his voice. Goddesses, why couldn’t he do anything to help him? Why was he so useless?

“You know what? I don’t need all you Links to be alive!” The puppeteer shouted, pointing his sword at Link, “I can make do without one!”

Linebeck gasped and finally moved. He sprinted towards the puppeteer as he thrusted his sword at Link, and he jumped over his kid, trying to tackle the puppeteer before he stabbed him and—

Linebeck grunted as he felt pain explode through his abdomen. He was face to face with the puppeteer, and when he looked down, his sword sunken deep into his stomach.

“Well, that wasn’t supposed to happen,” the puppeteer said breathlessly, and he kicked Linebeck to the ground, pulling the sword out of him.

“Linebeck!” He heard Link scream, and he saw him enter his vision, horror apparent on his face. Linebeck groaned at the pain, and felt the world spin around him as he felt the hot blood pouring out of him. He heard shouts and swords clanging, but Link stayed by his side, putting pressure on his wound. Linebeck stared at him, the boy that he was stuck with for so many months, the boy that saved his life countless times, the boy that he’s spent hours stargazing on his ship. Tears poured out of his eyes, and he reached out to him.

“L-Link,” he said, struggling to speak. Link turned to him and looked over his face.

“Linebeck, I—I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” he started to cry as the blood poured out of his wound.

“I’m—I’m glad you’re alright, green monkey,” Linebeck reached out to cradle his round face, but he saw the blood all over his hands, and a wave of nausea and dizziness overwhelmed him. He squeezed his eyes shut, letting his hand drop. “Oh goddesses…”

He heard people talking, and another set of hands helped with the pressure.

“We need Hyrule! He’s losing a lot of blood!”

“Hyrule is busy right now, Windy, I’m sorry.”

“But he’s going to die!”

Linebeck heard rummaging and cursing, then a cheer.

“I have a red potion! It’ll have to do alright?”

Someone lifted up his head and he opened his eyes, seeing Rusl sitting over him.

“Ok, Linebeck, I need you to drink this,” he said, and he put the red potion to his lips. Linebeck tried to do just that, and as he sipped the potion, he felt a warm tingly feeling go through his body as some of the pain left his body. He felt like he’d been drinking the potion for forever though, and Linebeck couldn’t drink it anymore. He suddenly went limp, and Rusl cursed under his breath. “You’re not done, keep going, please.”

Linebeck felt the world go dark around him, and the voices grew muffled. He heard shouting and crying, then darkness.

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Age groaned as another wave of monsters charged him and his father. He didn’t know what happened, he was greeting his friends when the puppeteer arrived and sent monsters after them. The Gerudo guards, Time, and Talon took Malon inside, and the two men guarded the home, Hyrule and Benji were fighting off a pack of Lizalfos, Rusl and Twilight ran off to help Linebeck who got hurt, Kass and Wild were busy with bokoblins, and Leon and the colors all went after the puppeteer. He and his father were being bombarded with wizzrobes, and they were never ending.

“When did the puppeteer show up?” His father grunted as he killed a wizzrobe.

“No idea, he always shows up at the worst times!”

The wave of wizzrobes were finally killed by the two, and Age spotted the puppeteer running from Leon.

“C’mon.” Age took off where they were, and soon the puppeteer was surrounded.

“Nowhere to run you bastard,” Leon growled, pointing his sword at the puppeteer. The others copied him, pointing their swords so that the puppeteer had nowhere to run.

“What are you going to do now that I’m caught, hm?” The puppeteer asked, tilting his head. “Are you gonna get on your knees and beg me to take you home?”

Leon grabbed his throat and slammed him against the wall. “Shut up! Make the monsters go away or else I’ll–”

“What? You’ll torture me? Not very virtuous, first knight.”

Leon tightened his hold on his neck, and Age glanced at his father, who looked mortified. All the colors had unease written on their faces, and Leon sighed, loosening his grip. But when his hand pulled away slightly, Age saw goop fall off his neck. Leon jumped away as the puppet melted, and he spun around.

“That was a decoy! Where is the puppeteer?”

They all looked around frantically, and Age spotted the real puppeteer watching them. He lifted his hands, and a bright light assaulted his eyes. He yelled out in pain, feeling his skin burn from the light.

“Link!” He heard his father call out, and he felt a hand grab his arm. He reached out and embraced the person near him, feeling the world around him spin and change.

And then he opened his eyes.

He was lying on his back, and he knew that he was no longer in Lon Lon ranch. He sat up, noting that he was in a forest with thin trees littering the ground, and he saw the colors, calling out for their father. He looked around, confused on where his own father was. He was right there. Age was hugging him, he remembered. Where was he? He shot up and looked around frantically, but his father was gone, as was Leon. Age heard loud sobbing suddenly, and he searched for whoever was crying. Green spotted Age and ran up to him, with the others following.

“Age! What happened? Where’s my father?”

“I don’t know. My father is missing too.”

Red was crying and he stared in the direction where the sobbing was coming from. “Did we… did the puppeteer teleport us away?”

“Obviously you idiot!” Blue shouted. “The ranch looks nothing like this place!”

“Hey hey,” Age rested his hands on the two, speaking in a gentle voice, “let’s try to find the others, alright? The last thing we need to do is fight each other.”

Blue grumbled and followed Age when he jogged in the direction of the sobbing. There was a small clearing with fallen trees, and they saw Hyrule and Time huddled up next to each other, the traveler looked upset, while Time looked devastated. His head was resting in his hands as he stared blankly at Twilight, who was holding a sobbing Windy. Twilight was rubbing his back and whispering reassurances to him as he cried.

“What happened?” Red asked, and Twilight gave him a solemn look.

“He… his father got stabbed, but it’ll be alright. He drank half a red potion, which is better than nothing,” he said firmly, mostly to Windy than anyone else, but the sailor continued to cry. Age winced at every sob he made, Windy was such a strong young man. Seeing him this hysterical, it was hard to watch. The group heard running and they flinched when someone arrived, but it was just Wild. He looked relieved to see everyone, but he still had a desperate look in his eye.

“The puppeteer is nearby, we need to go. Now.”

Time stood up, fury apparent on his face. “Good, then I can deal with him once and for all.”

Age ran up to him and stopped him from moving any further. “He’s too strong for you, we need to see if we can find the others, alright?”

“That man took me from my home twice. My wife could give birth soon and I won’t be able to be there for her!” Time snapped, his voice cracking at the end. Age took a deep breath and rested his hands on his arms.

“I know, I know, but think about it, he sent us away from Lon Lon so we’d be away from everyone. He wants to isolate us, we must stay together and find help. We—“ he gestured to Windy “—are not ready for a fight against the puppeteer.”

Time glared at him for a moment, then the anger left his eyes, and helplessness took over as he stumbled back. Age grabbed him and held him steady.

“Woah, hey, take it easy, Time.”

Time let out a shaky breath and sat back down next to Hyrule. “Malon…” he whispered, burying his face in his hands.

“Guys… I know it’s hard, but we need to leave.” Wild looked behind him. “The puppeteer can’t find us like this.”

Everyone nodded and stood up with Twilight helping Windy, who was shaking. Wild and Age stayed in the back, listening for anything that could be chasing them, while watching the upset heroes in front of them. Age only hoped that their fathers were safe.

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“Where’s Link?”

Malon’s voice was shaking as Rusl put a bloody and unconscious Linebeck on the table. Benji stood near Talon, who was shaking pretty badly, looking confused and hurt. He had a deep scratch on his arm, and he stared at Linebeck in horror. It was chaos since the puppeteer attacked, Benji was with his son one second, and the next, he was gone. All the Links were gone, along with the puppeteer and his monsters. The men’s focus went to Linebeck who was practically dying from being stabbed. Rusl said that he drank some of the red potion, but the wound wasn’t fully healed, and he lost a lot of blood. Talon went to try to help, but Benji stopped him.

“Talon, maybe you should sit this one out,” he said softly.

“B-b-but he’ll d-die and I h-have to do something–”

“You’re shaking, and this is way out of your league, you know it.”

Talon took in a shaky breath, and Risa stepped up. “We can take care of him, you voe should go outside, alright?”

Talon nodded and headed for the door, with Malon following, asking where Link was. Benji looked at Linebeck who was pale and unmoving. He sent a quick prayer for his recovery, and went outside.

The men were all devastated in one way or another. Leon was cussing out and kicking the ground in fury, Ammon and Kass were comforting Talon and Malon, who were panicking, and Rusl…

The farmer went outside, and silent tears went down his face. Benji stared at him for a moment, then walked over to him, wrapping him in a hug. Rusl didn’t say anything, he just melted into the embrace and cried silently. Benji should be upset too, he’d lost his son three times now. First time, Orchid was only ten-years-old. Living with the guilt of losing him and possibly subjecting him to a terrible life was hard, but to see him alive and well six years later, it was a miracle. And then the puppeteer stole him away, and it felt like he lost him all over again. But now…. He just felt empty. He buried his face in Rusl’s shoulder and let out a sigh.

Now what were they going to do? They were back to square one, and this time, they weren’t in the same dimension as the Links. He thought that everything was going to be ok when he saw Orchid, but that didn’t last. It never did. He could tell the others felt a sense of hopelessness for finding their sons as well. And on top of that, they didn’t know if Linebeck was going to make it or not.

Their only hope was for some miracle to happen, but Benji didn’t think it would happen anytime soon. He just prayed that his son would at least be alright.

Please let him be alright…

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WIP Snippet

Oh! I finally have something to share! It's been so long with all the anonymous fests and stuff floating around. This is exciting! Thanks for the tag, my lovely @tracingpatternswrites!

Here's a little piece of the Prongsfoot Epic (note: not an epic), which is probably all anyone will see for a while. Sorry not sorry. Can't help the hyper-fixation when it hits.

Tagging @beautitudes @theresthesnitch @plecotusauritus if anyone has anything they'd like to share (and sorry for any double tags)

"So, Benjy," says James with obvious arrogance as he leans back in his seat, eyes staring at the other man through his lifted glass, "still messing about with magical creatures?"

"Not sure why I wouldn't be," replies Benjy with an affected sense of ease, eyebrows rising on his forehead, "seeing as it's my career."

James grins, the expression fiendish, forced friendliness pull at his mouth but not reaching his eyes. "S'no wonder you and Pads get on so well. He's got a hefty bar on for creatures, did you know?"

Sirius kicks his heel into James' shin beneath the table. "You're being a fucking knob," he hisses out the side of his mouth. "Shut the fuck up."

"What?" demands James, the perfect mask of innocence, his expression affronted as he rears back to look at Sirius. "What am I doing? I'm just getting to know Benjy here in a way we were too pressed to do during our Order days. Seems about time, 'specially if you hold him in such high regard."

"Don't give me that stupid doe-eyed act, you fucking gnome. You can't fool me with it. You know exactly what you're doing."

"Being friendly?"

"That's not bloody friendly!"

Benjy clears his throat loudly, reclaiming their attention. "I do know that about him," he answers when two sets of eyes land on him, both blinking in surprise like they've forgotten he was there at all as Benjy continues as though they'd never diverted from the previous conversation. "As shocking as it may be, you're not the only one who knows things about Sirius." Benjy tips his head back, downing the remainder of his pint, slowly standing once he's finished, tugging his cloak back over his shoulders. "Think I'm for home, lads. Leave you to your quarrel. Sirius, I'll talk to you soon."

Pressing the pad of his thumb between his brows, Sirius scrunches his eyes closed, trying to stave off yet another forming headache. "Yeah," he mumbles, finally looking up at Benjy. "Yeah, I'll check in with you later, Benj."

His hazel eyes skim them both, and Sirius tries not to think about how similar yet different they are to the ones sitting next to him. He waits until Benjy is out of earshot before he spins in his chair, rounding on James with swelling fury.

"What the fuck is the matter with you?" he spits. "Is there simply some inherent need rooted inside you to make a complete arse of yourself wherever you go and with whoever you meet?"

James shrugs, unaffected. "I take offense to that. He seems a bit sensitive to me, mate," he says with a dismissive flap of his hand in the direction Benjy had departed. "Not sure what you see in him, really."

Sirius gapes. "You're impossible. You're determined to dislike anyone I show even the slightest interest in, no matter the intent behind it."

"That's not true," snaps James, head twisting around sharply to glare at him. "I like people you like. It's just him – "

"You used to like Benjy, too!"

"Maybe, but that was before you started fucking off and fucking him!"

So deep are they in the staring contest that's sprung up between them that it takes a while for Sirius or James to realize the pub surrounding them has gone very quiet very quickly. Their heads lift at the same time, glancing around, finding both wary and curious gaze trained on them. Sirius scowls at each person surrounding them, turning back to James, purposefully ignoring the crowd until the dull roar of voices picks up again.

"You're acting jealous," he hisses, gaze narrowed in accusation. "It's not attractive, Potter."

"I'm not fucking jealous," erupts James once more before lowering his voice again, leaning in a little closer to Sirius like an instinct, lifting his glass to his mouth. Sirius mimics him. "I'm not jealous. I'm acting like your brother who knows you can do better than bloody Fenwick of all people."

"What, like you?" scoffs Sirius, throwing the rest of his drink down his throat.

"You said it, not me," mutters James into his whisky, and Sirius nearly chokes.

His glass bangs down onto the table in front of them, startling James, but Sirius doesn't care, unable to believe his ears or the nerve of the other. He wants to punch him in his smug nose, knock him over and backwards, scrub his face across the dirty, sticky, shoe-scuffed floor beneath their feet.

#wip #untitled prongsfoot epic #(not an epic)#prongsfoot #so when i said 'small snippet'#let's ignore that #snippet #my writing #holli writes

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I’m trying to forget about the mess that the writers have made, soooo - if you were in charge of writing this season (we all wish it were true, let’s be honest), what kinds of jobs would you let us, the readers/players, pick for MC to have? What kind of customisation would you add to their personality/life? I’m just trying to envision a season where the writers aren’t lazy as fuck 🤡 imagine this season if we got ACTUAL choices? Branching?! Oooof.

Okay, so in and of itself, I think the characters themselves are fine. They need fleshing out, and they need a lot more depth, but Suresh, Alfie, Finn, Eddie, Pete, Johnny, and Nicolas are, at the very least, different from each other.

The girls have zero depth. Kat is the best written out of all of them, as she actually has some depth and character development. Once again, they've done our brown girls dirty, making Arlo a jealous bitch, Dana a two-faced snake, Meera a wallflower (until she comes back and then she has to be bitchy to get her man, wtf?).

Rewriting the season?

NUMBER ONE.

MC needs a fucking personality. We need a backstory. We need a job. We need interests, and hobbies, and we need things to matter. We need to have a wider range of reactions other than "I care, I don't care, I don't know how I feel."

Let me tear up. Let me go scorched earth on a bitch. Let me complain and whine and be selfish. LET ME FUCKING GRAFT.

NUMBER TWO

We need our choices to matter. If I reject Suresh, he should be rubbing Arlo in my face. If I'm hinting that I might want him back, he should be more subtle about it, and at least be a bit more worried about hurting my feelings.

If I tell Eddie I want to climb him like a tree, he should fucking PICK ME AT THE RECOUPLING! If I make out with Finn behind Kat's back, I want her to find out and go PSYCHO on me. CONSEQUENCES, PLEASE!!!!!

NUMBER THREE

The dialogue needs work. Dana saying 'Bonkers-Tonkers' or Suresh saying 'Shut up, you idiot!'. I'm sorry... what is this... primary school? IDC about the Apple Store's crackdown on sexual content. It would have been so easy to just make Dana say 'That was insane!' and Suresh seethe out a "Stop talking, mate." A corporate lawyer is not going to just randomly burst out with a childish insult when he gets upset, I'm sorry, that is not how arguing works. Also in this vein CAN WE HAVE SOME ACTUAL SEX SCENES PLEASE????

NUMBER FOUR

Give me some information about the damn love interests *sobbing*. Alfie's dog is named Benji? Finn has five older brothers? I fucking LOVE that, GIVE ME MORE! I want to know about their hobbies. I want to know about Gary's Nan, and Noah's brother's swim team, and Bobby's mates in the kitchen, and Henrik's book he's reading. I want to know about Priya's insecurities. Tai's broken pottery connection to his Dad. I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT KERRY THE IRISH SETTER!

Give us details about the characters, for god's sake. I NEED MORE.

AND FINALLY

NUMBER FIVE

Everyone needs to stop being so goddamn mean to MC.

Exactly how is it my fault that I hugged Suresh, Kat overexaggerated what happened, and then hooked up with the guy I liked, and everyone's walking around like it's my fault?

Exactly how it it my fault that my ex is so hung up on me that he can't stop talking about me, and Arlo is feeling insecure about it?

Exactly how is it my fault that Gabi is here, and is a bitch to me from the very first words out of her mouth?

If it was me in the villa, I would have burst in to tears weeks ago. This season is straight up bullying MC. She's being gaslit, blamed for everything, tortured, and dragged through the mud, and for what? For some half-assed dedication from Johnny/Nicolas, a confession from Finn that will likely go nowhere, and being kicked into the mud by both Suresh and Alfie?

ALSO I LOVE HOW ALFIE LITERALLY SLEPT WITH MC AND THEN THE NEXT DAY HOOKS UP WITH KAT AND THEN BRINGS MEERA BACK FROM CASA SAYING HE HAD A BETTER CONNECTION WITH HER OH ISN'T THAT FUCKING CONVENIENT Alfie you god damn snake.

#litg #litg rewrite #litg fanfiction

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iknowthekoolaidflavor · 9 months

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Every Kind of Way

Prompt: On the way to a friend’s house, during a blizzard, you end up stuck in a cabin with Daveed’s family…or as I like to call it Rose doesn’t know how to finish her other projects, so she wrote something else.

Part 9

Pairing: alpha!werewolf!daveed x omega!reader

Tagging: @wreakhavoconmacroissantdiggs @ramp-it-up @sebastianabucknettastan @wtfhell @sillyteecup

You refused to leave your room for the remainder of the day. Jasmine and Rafa came by to get you to open the door, but you wouldn’t budge. It felt like you couldn’t move no matter how hard you tried. It was an uphill battle you refused to fight. How could your soulmate of all people make you feel this shitty? How could he be so careless?

You sat in the corner of the room, away from the bed where Daveed claimed you. The room wreaked of him and created its own form of torture, but you had no where else to turn.

Daveed sat on the other side of the door, contemplating knocking the door over so he could hold you close and never let go. All Rafa could do was bring him dinner and wait for his next move. He wouldn’t tell his best friend how bad he messed things up between the two of you. Daveed’s heart was in the right place, but his timing was awful.

“You need a shower”, Jasmine sneered as she grabbed the bowl from the floor

Daveed didn’t respond.

“She can probably smell your stench through the door”

It was enough to catch Daveed’s attention. He knew if you decided to finally come out, he didn’t want you seeing him in this condition. Yes, he was an absolute wreck, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t shower.

“I’ll talk to her, but I can’t promise you anything for being an ass”

He quietly thanked Jasmine as he got up.

“(Y/N), I’m coming in”

Jasmine stepped in the quiet room. You were sitting on the floor with your knees pressed to your chest. You never looked or felt so small. She sat next to you as you tried to steady your breathing.

“He’s not at the door anymore. I sent him away”

“Good”, you sighed, “I don’t want to see him again”

“Well what happened?”

Jasmine took in your quietness and convinced you to leave the house, away from all the alphas…and Rafa. They were desperate to figure out what happened between the new, happy couple. Jasmine held your hand tight as you distanced yourself from the house and away from your soulmate.

“We ran into Benji yesterday”, you started, “He said that Daveed only marked me to keep him from getting to me. The same day Daveed ran into Benji was the same day Daveed marked me. It doesn’t feel like a coincidence”

“How do you feel?”

“I feel stupid for letting him in”

“You’re not stupid. You opened up to someone you trusted and they made a bad decision…a really bad decision. I don’t think Daveed was trying to be malicious. He was just being--”

“A stupid alpha”

“Well yeah”, she laughed, “We can be really stupid when our mates are involved, but that doesn’t change anything. What do you need?”

You thought the question over. There were so many things you needed in that moment, it was difficult keeping track of them all.

“I need space, some time for me to think things over, I want to punch something, I want someone to hold me, and I want people to stop trying to figure out what happened. We’ll talk about it when we’re ready”

Jasmine pulled you in and held you tight, “I’m sorry”

“It’s not your fault. Not all alphas are stupid”

“I’ll take it”

The air grew tense in a matter of moments. The same familiar stench you were accustomed to filled your nostrils. Jasmine sensed it too and pulled you behind her. You both stopped to talk right where the forest began. There was enough space between you and Daveed.

“Do you think I’m a stupid alpha?”

Jasmine was always used to keeping a calm, collected demeanor, but Benji’s presence always pushed her buttons.

“Soooooooo, how are things with you and your precious alpha? I was only trying to help darling”

You held on to Jasmine’s arm as you took a deep breath. Benji waited with a sickening smirk on his face. He wanted to see how uncomfortable you were now that he attempted to come between you and your soulmate. You were so tired of his constant meddling. You were never going to be his. You would rather die.

Without saying a word, you launched a rock with as much strength you could muster. It didn’t take much, given much you truly hated him. Your quickness surprised all three of you. The rock connected with Benji’s eye, ensuring a black eye in its wake.

Benji screamed as he took a step back, holding his eye and grimacing.

“Nice shot”, Jas smiled as she stepped back, as much as she wanted to knock him out, she wouldn’t risk putting you in danger. Benji was too unpredictable.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”, he yelled, “I told your family-

Benji was taken aback as he took in your laughter. You had the nerve to laugh at him and it made his blood boil.

“The moment you became more trouble than you were worth, I would take things into my own hands…and here we are”

Benji took a step past the woods and walked onto Daveed’s territory. Jasmine growled as her eyes glowed.

“(Y/N) run”

By the time you turned to run, Daveed jumped in front of you on all fours. The look in your eyes told you to keep running and don’t stop until you made it to the house. Once you reached the door, Oak, Rafa, and the rest of the alphas were already running out the door. Anthony tried to pull you inside, but you couldn’t move until you knew Daveed and your pack were okay.

The entire pack formed a line in front of Benji, daring him to take a step forward. Benji knew he was outnumbered. You didn’t think he would be dumb enough to challenge a pack of alphas and yet he proved you wrong. He charged at Daveed with full force, knocking him to the ground. Your heart stopped in your chest.

Get up. Please get up.

Benji tried to take a bite from his neck while he was down, but Daveed was quicker than you thought. He lunged for Benji’s tail and pulled until he was at the edge of the woods. Benji writhed in pain as the rest of the pack surrounded him, preventing him from making a break for it. Daveed’s teeth sunk deeper into his tail and connected with the bone. With one final pull, Daveed was able to swing Benji by the tail past the edge of the woods with one spine tingling howl.

Benji limped with his tail between his legs back to where he came from. Daveed was the first to move towards the house. Just like your first night there, he stood on his hind legs to reach the porch. His big brown eyes looked sad as if he didn’t know what to do next. You took a step forward and rubbed the bridge of his nose. You sealed the gentle touch with a kiss.

Daveed took a step back and by the time he reached the stairs, he was back to his human form. He didn’t care that you didn’t want to speak to him, he just needed to know that you were safe and Benji couldn’t get to you.

“You threw a rock…at his face”

“You almost ripped his tail off”, you smirked

He pulled you in for a hug, refusing to let you go.

For now, it was enough.

#Werewolf!daveed #Werewolf!au #Alpha!daveed #Omegaverse #Omegaverse!au #daveed x reader #omega!reader #werewolf!daveed x reader #Alpha!daveed x reader #Soulmate!au

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day0walkersdrafts · 1 year

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They figure things out—mostly.

It’s awkward at first, because as much as they love each other, they can’t read each others minds. Even if, sometimes, they have that secret language that lovers have; head nods and eyebrow lifts and gentle touches to a shoulder. But still, they have to figure things out. Because Xavier is in Benji’s space now—and Benji has his arms open saying, put yourself here, I want you to be here, but they have to make that work, don’t they?

For a while, Xavier doesn’t leave that beautiful hold home. Wanders the property, feeds the ducks, takes more naps than he’s ever had in his entire life (which feels like a luxury he’s never been afforded, just like that bath tub that actually fits his long, strange body). Feels a bone deep paranoia that someone is going to find him and take this away from him—tells Benji, I just need to feel like a civilian again. And flinches, because civilians don’t call themselves civilians, they’re just people to each other.

So he leaves the comfort of the house eventually. They go to a market and Xavier’s shoulders itch over it. They look at foods, haggle prices, Xavier carries the bags because it makes him feel good to be part of it. Makes his hands feel useful.

They go to a place to eat and the waitress tells him, I love your accent, which makes Benji snort and makes Xavier laugh and he says every word she asks him to say. They choose to eat outside, because indoors makes him feel funny in a way he can’t explain and Xavier feels like it’s okay to say, you look so good in that jacket. And it’s strange, to sit outside, eating a meal and compliment your boyfriend.

They figure things out in other ways too—in fun ways.

They can’t read each others minds, but instead of it being a detriment, this part is fun. In the bedroom, they roll in the sheets and say, this is where I like to be touched and I have always wanted to try this position and I never thought I liked this, but with you—but with you. They learn a pattern to sleeping, where Xavier almost always wants to tuck Benji into him, even if they part during sleep and wake up in a tangled mess.

Xavier talks in his sleep. Benji has insomnia.

The bed isn’t always for sex. Sometimes, they lay there and tell stories. Some of them end with the other going, what the fuck and laughing because it’s so ridiculous and sometimes a little scary. Because they are both men with so many scary, ridiculous stories. Sometimes, they aren’t funny. This is where the language of lovers speaks volumes, because Benji will tell a story that makes his voice waver and Xavier will slide a hand up, over his collarbone, to rest on his neck, where his kiss had just warmed that spot.

Sometimes, Xavier will tell a story and instead of cupping his own fucked up rib, Benji’s hand will land there. His thumb will brush skin and make Xavier tremble—they’ll kiss or maybe won’t, will just lay there and be quiet, and enjoy the silence as much as the nonstop talking.

But, occasionally, figuring things out—

Xavier starts a fight. And neither of them will remember what it’s over, if whatever started it even really matters. Just that it goes from arguing, to one sided yelling and stomping around the living room, while the other party stands there, mute and still. It gets nasty and mean and Xavier yells things he regrets and Benji tilts his chin up and in his cold, calm voice says things he too, will wish he’d buried.

It ends when Benji walks outside and sits on the porch. Xavier doesn’t immediately follow, because it’s not a dramatic, timeless movie. He doesn’t run after him, drop to his knees and say all the right things. Eventually, he does meander out, when his anger has simmered into something that tastes guilty and oily.

He sits behind Benji, long legs thrown wide and equally long arms tucking around the man’s torso. He says,

I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Benji. I love you. Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. Loving you is so fucking easy, you are so easy to love. But it’s everything else that is so, so fucking hard, you know? It is so hard sometimes, and I feel so bad at this—all of this. It’s so hard, but I want to keep doing this, all this hard shit, with you. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else.

Benji’s hands drop to Xavier’s forearms. He leans his head back, because he knows Xavier want’s to put his nose in those black curls.

He says, heh. Hard.

And Xavier loves him so fucking much for it. He loves him so much it makes him bite into his shoulder which makes Benji shriek out a sound, which makes Xavier stand with his arms still around the other man, lifting him up with mercenary strength that hasn’t dulled yet. They’re both laughing over it as Xavier walks backwards, pulling Benji back inside their home, where he’ll take him to the bedroom.

It is the first time he thinks their home and not Benji’s home that he lets me stay in.

#xavier #benji #xavier x benji

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the-vixen · 7 months

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 : 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

-------- MASTERLIST

When you are sent on a mission to rescue Ethan Hunt from prison, the events that domino will force you to face the ghosts of your past and your guilt tied to Ethan.

This takes place throughout the events of ghost protocol. There will be a change in the story and the events of the mission impossible 2 and 3. Ethan and Julia never got married, a certain amount of information will be changed that will be revealed in the story.

As you and Ethan walked into the Kremlin, you couldn't shake the feeling of something going on that the team isn't aware of. A part of you supposed that the only reason you feel the way you do is because of your proximity to Ethan and your role in this mission with him.

You knew you were a capable agent and you had faith in your abilities; you had served your time to rebuilt your trust in your instincts after the incident that happened, after you were benched from the team and had your file and skills as an agent reevaluated.

As you and Ethan cleared the metal detector and security check, you followed him up and held onto the case, feeling a minor sense of relief once the barriers had been cleared.

"General."

You and Ethan stopped in your tracks.

"I am Major Egorov."

You and Ethan turned to look at the Major standing behind the desk. He looked at Ethan, "your documents."

Ethan slowly went over to him, with you following suit. Russian rolled off his tongue as he spoke deeply, "you should know your boss." he stated, staring him down as he handed him his identification.

The two of you held your breaths as he ran it through the system.

You swallowed as Benji's voice crackled in your ear, "almost there. give it a few seconds." he reassured you and Ethan.

"I can't find you." the major spoke, hesitant under Ethan's gaze. His eyes slid over to you before benji spoke again, "try now." he said

"Please Run it again." You spoke slowly, feigning timidness from both the general and the major.

The major shot a look at you before looking back to Ethan's stare, before trying again. As soon as he did so, the identification came up confirmed.

"Excuse me general..I didn't recognize you." the major spoke immediately, saluting him. Ethan shot him a look before walking off with you on his tail. As you walked past the soldiers who saluted Ethan, you heard him speak again when you were out of sight and earshot, "your Russian is rusty." he said quietly, staring ahead as he walked. Your eyes were subtly scanning the area as you followed him, "I haven't been practicing." you answered.

Soon you and Ethan hurried down towards the archive room, using a decoder to get past the doors and providing Benji a direct route to mess with the cameras.

You went to check the private who was sitting at the desk, aiming the tiny camera towards him. As you focused on getting a clear view and checking the tablet screen, a presence and warm breath near your neck and collar made your hair stand up.

Ethan looked over your shoulder and at the screen as you tensed up, warmth radiating from his body over to yours. Your breath stuttered as you tried to keep focused, unsure on how you felt so out of practice after months over re-training yourself to be a good--if not better---agent.

The sound of the telephone going off felt too loud amongst your cluttered thoughts, ceasing its noise as soon as the private picked up the receiver and spoke into it. You didn't notice the shake of your hand as you went to grab the mimicry tool, feeling Ethan's hand cover yours and steady your hold on the tool.

Your eyes closed as he looked at you in silent concern, swallowing down your frustration with yourself and how your body was reacting to feeling Ethan's warmth and touch on you, "im sorry.." you whispered, looking down at his hand on yours. His knuckles were still scarred and bruised, the mere sight of it, regardless of how many times its appeared and how normal it was, making your heart ache.

"Look at me." he whispered quietly.

Easier said than done.

You hesitated before slowly moving your gaze up to him. "im fine." you muttered, looking over his eyes.

He was about to speak before the two of you heard the receiver turn to the telephone. You moved your hand slowly out of his grasp and looked at the tablet, before raising the tool and clicking it.

Drip Drops began to echo the hall, confusing the private as he stood up to go check the restroom.

Ethan rushed to put the screen up, before you followed and connected the tablet to the screen, letting it sync and project just the private returned from mini investigation.

You pressed the tool again, distracting him to check somewhere else for the source of the sound, making you and Ethan push forward. You followed his lead before you stopped, freezing in place he looked at the screen; confused.

The private left to check again, and Ethan signaled you to freeze the image on the screen so that it doesn't reflect you or Ethan moving across the camera.

As you ensured the camera scanned the area, the camera caught the edge of your head. You found yourself suddenly tugged into Ethan's grasp as the Private turned to the hallway quicker than estimated. He stared down at the screen, making you and Ethan hold your breaths as he held you close against him, frozen so as to not make any sudden moves. Your fingers tightened around his jacket before the screen set in place, the private sitting down at his desk again. Ethan's hand slowly left the small of your back and moved over the camera, testing it.

When the private showed no reaction, the tension from your body dissipated abit, letting out a silent sigh as you closed your eyes briefly and leaned against him. Ethan steadied you, looking into your eyes with a silent question. You looked at him and nodded, "im sorry...go." you mouthed as you slowly let go of him. He didn't move, one hand staying on your hip and the other on the small of you back. He looked at you before looking at the private, then letting go.

The absence of his warmth woke your brain from its stupor, making return to the process of criticizing your mistake and how even a new field agent wouldn't have made such a dumb mistake.

Ethan left to enter the archive room as you secured the tablet back in its place.

After a minute you heard Ethan's voice, "the nest is empty." through the comms. Before you or any of the other members of your team ask further, the four of you heard crackling before the sound of someone being choked.

The bad feeling that you had at the beginning of this mission returned tenfold when the sound of a neck being snapped echoed through your comms.

"check in team leader." an unknown voice spoke.

All of you stayed silent.

"check in team leader. have you made it to the archive room?"

"shit." you muttered and ran into the room, finding Ethan. "someone's piggybacking our frequency." you whispered to him as he looked at you with wide eyes. The man's voice returned.

"Team leader. Awaiting your go sign. standing by to detonate."

Ethan looked at you. "abort." he took off his comms, you doing the same as the two of you exited. "rendezvous nine two." he said as the two of you split up.

You watched Ethan head out to a different direction, worry settling in your chest before you exited as quick as you could.

Ethan would be okay.

You knew it.

#Ethan hunt x reader #Ethan hunt imagine #Ethan hunt #mission impossible #mission impossible 4 #mission impossible: ghost protocol #tom cruise #Ethan hunt fic #ghost protocol

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actualbird · 9 months

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//SLIDES IN// HI ZAK!!! I'M INCREDIBLY LATE BUT I FINALLY READ THREADS OF TIME AND- AND- AND- //LOOK HOW MUCH I CAN CRY- FWSHHHHHhhhhh// but okay seriously, reading this card makes me so emotional because of just how luke has grown within the past 2 years and like- THIS CARD IS JUST SO SOFT AND FULL OF LOVE, MY HEART IS FLUTTERING!!! god and evEN BACK THEN LUKE IS ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT HER HNGGG, YOU'RE SO RIGHT,,, LUKE IS GOD'S STRONGEST SOLDIER,,, cause imagine pinning for your best friend who's so damn oblivious throughout your whole life, have your confession plans ruined (by giving her the worst haircut ever), WAIT FOR SEVEN WHOLE YEARS TO GET BACK TO HER (AND EVERYTHING ELSE THAT HAPPENED TO HIM) HOW IS THIS MAN REAL???? i love being able to hear peanuts story, ROSA HAS ALWAYS BEEN A BIRD MOM ALL ALONG (SHE JUST DOESN'T KNOW??? will she have to pay child support for impregnating luke with a myna bir-//SMACK) AND GOD THERE'S JUST SOMETHING SO INTIMATE ABOUT LUKE CUTTING ROSA'S HAIR (the art too, as luke gazes at rosa with so much affection- i'm going to- //coMBUST) love is stored in hair cutting UWAHHH (they definately banged in the shower after that haircut no one can tell me otherwise) i know not a lot of people use the korean dub but let me tell you how luke sounds so gentle and tender and so in love

ahem anyways, all in all this card with dreams of benji goes so well side by side i think. if dreams of benji is *the* rosa card, then threads of time is *the* luke card cause i think he really shines here (it almost feels like that this acts as a better anniversary two card rather then orange scent) if i had to collate *the* luke pearce experience it would be personal story ep 1 & 2, shape of you, personal story 3 & 4, under the milky way, dreams of benji, sweet chapter 2, threads of time, (honorable mentions on love between pages (SUCH A GOOD SR CARD) also among the great blue (just because it's the card that made me fell with luke during the early periods of tot))

SORRY FOR RAMBLING IN YOUR ASKS I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND //SCURRIES AWAY

eeEEEEEEEYYY CONGRATS ON READING THREADS OF TIME, CHIKA :DDDD!!! it's so fucking good isnt it GOD GOD. i definitely do not mind the rambles on this in my ask because i adored Threads Of Time so mUCH

im seconding everything uve said abt the card’s story because Mood. and also reading ur thoughts made me realize that, probably among the reasons i adored this card was its balance of tone.

i personally tend to be more partial to card stories that isnt All Just One Emotion (i.e. it’s All angst, or it’s All shenanigans, or it’s All fluff), and this one just had such a lovely balanced mix of different things. immense emotions over luke’s dissappearance? check. intense hilarity over the series of unfortunate events that led to luke not being able to confess as a high schooler? CHECK (FUNNIEST FUCKIN THING TO ME, WAYLAID BY MESSING UP UR CRUSH’S BANGS, HELP). absolutely touching domestic fluff? CHECK CHECK CHECK. and to top it all off, PEANUT BACKSTORY!!! luke and mc have been co-parenting all this TIME im gonna run up the WALLS

i am OBSESSED with your dichotomy here of

dream of benji - mc highlight card

threads of time - luke hightlight card

because i agree, both in the sense that i think these cards go hand in hand and also in that it highlights each of them in that way and aLSO BECAUSE, TO ME:

dream of benji - story hinged on being confronted to face the future (very mc-coded theme)

threads of time - story hinged on accepting what had happened in the past (very luke-coded theme)

ur luke collation is exquisite . it makes me now wanna collate my own top picks, and mine would be:

Bloom Chapter Personal Story ep 1 & 2,

SSR Shape of You (//SHAKES UR HAND, i love how every luke enjoyer understands that shape of you is INTEGRAL it is LUKE PEARCE 101 it is the FIRST CARD I WOULD PUT IN THE SYLLABUS OF A LUKE PEARCE CHARACTERIZATION COLLEGE COURSE SJKFSJ)

Luke Mysteries of the Lost Gold event story route (listen….i go crazy for this because of the first instance seeing raven!luke, yes, but also the clear fear he has of being seen as who he getswhen hes raven!luke //chef’s kiss)

SR Star In The Palm (this is probably personally my favorite SR card story to date….to me, this is an honorary SSR just AGH…..THE ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF LUKE’S COWARDICE, HIS PROMISE TO BE BETTER WOOOAAAAUAUUGH)

SSR Overflowing Thoughts (i know this is an au but so far among the au cards this story is my dang favorite, i CANNOT STRESS just how much it rewired my brain chemistry. like aha, what if we were in a completely different life, one crueler than the life we do live, but hope and devotion set us both free, aaahhaaa 👉👈)

AND THEN ALL OF UR SSR PICKS AGAIN

conclusion: //holds luke and mc so so gently

#khickuwa #asks #WE OUT HERE FEELING SO MANY FEELINGS ABT THREADS!! OF!!! TIME!!!!

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daveyfvckingjacobs · 10 months

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Okay so me and @ vie-138 & @ inhuman-horrors have talked abut blink being a Pyro!

@buncha-angry-kids-with-no-money and @lyssiebiird have got me on Jack, blink, skittery are besties causing trouble train.

Spot protective train

I need your thoughts on who and for how long has been to the refuge cuz I have thoughts!!

hi anon I fell asleep so sorry about that ANYWAYS HCS

pyro blink is so fun actually. constantly nicking lighters, running his fingers through the flames so all the littles think he’s fireproof. burning all the unsold newspapers at the end of the day one by one and making a whole comical ritual out of it to cheer up anyone who sold badly. he experiments constantly with what will and won’t burn, wee plasters everywhere and definitely patched clothes that are a teeny bit singed around the edges. that comforting smoke smell hanging off him (that’s nicer than race’s cigar smell)

bastard trio yes. jack comes up with all the little schemes and plots and is usually the one to bat his eyes and get them out of it with his sweet talking. blink is very good at getting where he shouldn’t be or having what he shouldn’t have and has perfected his innocent face. skittery is the sentry, kicking his feet and minding his own business while sending everyone in the exact wrong direction when they ask where the others are

spot is SO protective in a very quiet way. while jack is a loud, obvious protective, spot is subtle about it. littles getting shit from older kids? wordless look from across the room until they’re left alone. someone’s struggling to sell? they’ll magically find an extra coin or two, hotshot or mack around to help. scaring off scabs and making sure more food goes to those who need it most. spot’s protectiveness is shown entirely through actions and never in a way that draws attention to it but all the brooklyn newsies know it’s there. spot acts like they don’t give a damn but god help you if you mess with one of their newsies

ohhhh anon my refuge thoughts are something. so many of the newsies have been there for one stretch of time or another. sometimes weeks, others months but most of them know what it looks like inside. as for specific characters my thoughts of as follows:

oscar and morris - from 7 and 5 respectively to when they were both 12 (morris having been there two years longer). they were handed over as opposed to sentenced/caught in any way and have a lot of built up anger about it. they knew/saw a lot of newsies while they were there but don’t really made that connection

jack - constantly in and out for short stretches throughout his whole life. the longest was when he was 12 for over a year, the shortest only a fortnight at 14. he hasn’t been since he was 15 by the time canon rolls around because he’s sure going in there again would kill him, and is more determined than he’s ever been to avoid it. he got smarter after he escaped and realised the newsies needed him, so basically wised up

crutchie/y - only once and he won’t talk about it at all, trying to put on a brave face for the others so they don’t worry about him. it was the most difficult two weeks of his life, and he truly believed for a little while that he would die in there

finch - a very short stretch when he was 11 after running away. his parents reclaimed him before he scarpered again but made very sure to avoid it this time around, living on the streets/in parks instead

albert - has never been in himself, but visits the windows on a regular basis because of benji (uksies) at risk of being caught. it gets harder and harder for him too, as security increases with every escape but he’s determined

race - three months when he was 15. tried to escape but fractured his leg and suffered immensely for it, so even if it was a relatively short stretch it it definitely hurt him mentally

skittery - he was very young, only 4 with a group of kids to look out for him. when they left (he doesn’t know why) he was left on his own and struggled a lot to survive. was let out along with a few other less troublesome littles due to severe overcrowding when he was 9

#all my babies #I wrote a lot about the delancey’s and the refuge #cause I love traumatising kids in my little bug jar #newsies #newsies the musical #uksies #livsies #92sies #newsies hc #the delancey brothers #daveyfvckingjacobs #anonymous

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hc for all the boys seeing u on a night out and thinking ur fit / making a move etc etc 😁😁😁

Van

🌸 Jaw hits the floor when you walk in, he's in the middle of talking to his mate about something and he fully just stops talking mid sentence.

🌸 His mate turns around to see what hes staring at and laughs at him. "Fuckin hell mate I thought it was something serious, not just a bloody girl!"

🌸 "to be fair mate she's hardly just a girl!"

🌸 He's actually really nervous and his mates have to bully him into going and talking to you. In the end one of them proper embarasses him and goes up to you like "here my mate over there really fancies you but he's too chicken to talk to you..."

🌸 You kind of can't tell if it's a joke. Your friends have to bully you into going up to him.

🌸 In the end you have this awkward meeting where you both wind up stood next to one another at the bar and you're both like, knowing you need to say something and then just not saying something.

🌸 "By the way am sorry about my mates..."

"What?"

"Earlier... Am sorry about my mates like they were just messing around they think they're dead funny but..."

"So you don't proper fancy me?" you smirk, you're kind of disappointed but may as well try and wind him up.

"Well no a didn't say that uh..." he starts losing his cool and stuttering a bit, getting annoyed at himself.

"You could buy me a drink if you like? As an apology for your mates," you tease him. Its the boldest thing you've ever done, you're making yourself blush.

🌸 He buys you a drink and that's it, neither of you return to your mates for the rest of the evening. Van walks you home after and crashes at your house. You definitely sleep together and wake up kind of awkwardly but it's cute in the end.

Bondy

🌸 Thought he'd get better at talking to girls the older he got but actually it's kind of getting harder? Especially when they're a bit younger than him and they're out with his mates!

🌸 You're on a night out with Sam and his pals, the band ect, you're the baby of the group and they're all teasing you.

🌸 When Bondy recognises his mates he immediately goes over to join them and that's when he sees you. At first he thinks maybe you're Sam's girlfriend because he's got you over his shoulder and he's playing around with you.

🌸 So your meetcute is Sam dumping you back down on the floor, you having to lean into him because you've lost your balance, then as you're trying to sort yourself out, fix your clothes/hair/makeup you're laughing and a bit breathless and you look up and see Johnny looking at you with curiosity and quiet amusement.

🌸 You're drunk so you actually giggle when you see him, a knee jerk reaction to finding him attractive but which he thinks is you actually thinking he's kinda funny looking or something.

🌸 "oh hi, sorry..." you don't know why you're apologising, he doesn't know why you're apologising. He just cracks a crooked kind of awkward smile. "Hello," "I'm y/n... Sam's friend," he kind of can't stand himself for being so relieved that you're just Sam's friend.

🌸 Decides the inky way he will survive the night is if he drinks doubles. And yeah in a way it works but also, in a way it doesn't. He certainly gets more talkative.

🌸 You sitting with him outside smoking, your other pals have wandered back inside, Johnny was talking proper daft political shite and still is, you haven't noticed you're the only two outside. You get through a whole pack of cigs together before you realise you're the only ones left.

🌸 You're cold and he tries to give you his jacket but you insist he needs it. So instead he shrugs out of the sleeves and drapes it around both your shoulders so that you're sitting underneath it besides him.

🌸 Lots of awkward hand brushes. Him lighting your cig with the end of his. Eye. Contact.

Benji

🌸 I'm sorry I'm struggling to picture any of these men as being the kinds of men who can hit on girls.

🌸 Him shyly eyeing you up from across the room. Blushing whenever he thinks you're looking over. You doing exactly the same to him.

🌸 In the end you do two shots for bravery and go up to him! This is the least like you thing you've ever done and when you get to his table you immediately regret your actions.

🌸 Forgetting how to speak, he's looking up at you, his mates are looking at you too!

🌸 Van frowning like "you alright love? You lost?"

🌸 You blushing furiously, your voice is strained when you speak. "No..." you're looking at Benji so embarrassed you want the floor to swallow you whole.

🌸 And then your mind runs away with you and you appear to be speaking without your own permission. "Actually yeah, I was wondering um would you like my phone number?" you're looking directly at Benji but he's so stunned he looks around as if to double check it's him you're talking to.

🌸 "Who me?" "Yeah, you... Yeah? Would you?"

🌸 "Bloody hell Blakes put the poor lass out her misery like you've been eyeing her up all night!"

🌸 Long story short you do give him your number... By giving your number to Van because he actually has to take over here because Benjis too shocked and awkward.

Bob

🌸 I honestly think he's maybe the only one you're getting anywhere with but it's not because he's a casanova.

🌸 When he sees you you're dancing with another man, you look close but you're not, you only met him that night, you're just dancing cause he asked to dance.

🌸 Bob thinks this guys your boyfriend but in actual fact he isn't. Youve just broken up with your boyfriend and you're on a girls night out to heal your broken heart. Your friends have all been pressuring you to dance with a guy or let someone buy you a drink but youre not feeling it at all.

🌸 So Bob's glancing at you every now and then and he starts to realise you're not actually having a good time. He wants to swoop in and rescue you so bad but he's too nervous.

🌸 His chance comes when you finally pull away from the guy youve been dancing with. You head to the bar, leaning on it with your elbows. You're not even there to order a drink you're just doing it to get a moments peace.

🌸 "Hi," you hear his voice kinda quiet kinda warm beside you as he leans against the bar too. You're about to tell him you're not in the mood but when you turn and look at him you're taken back by how gorgeous he is, but also how kind he looks, he's looking at you with this really comforting softness and you immediately cave. Letting out this subconscious sigh of relief.

🌸 "Sorry," you smile apologetically, "not really having a good night," "Nah I thought you might not be actually," "my friends say I can't leave until I've found someone to take home,"

🌸 "Well I'd quite like to go home too so," "I don't want to take anyone home I'm not in..." "I didn't say you had to take me home," him chuckling at you, this sweet little smile, "just let em think you are," you starting to understand, smiling and then giggling.

🌸 You end up walking back to yours with him, talking to him about all sorts, your ex, your friends, his life and your life in general.

🌸 "you wanna come in for a cuppa? Always have a cuppa at the end of a night," "promise you wont try and sleep with me?" hes teasing you and you laugh and you feel so comfortable with him.

🌸 Drinking tea, you put the TV on and it's something like the snooker, something boring but you're watching it and talking all night. You end up making another brew and not sleeping till 4am because you just didn't want to miss any time with him.

🌸 You eventually go to sleep and he sleeps on the sofa. The next morning you both have tea and talk a little more. You get his number.

🌸 Seeing him two weeks later down the pub, you pull the same trick so you can both leave early again.

Sam

🌸 You were actually at the same school but in different years and he's always secretly had a crush on you

🌸 So this isn't the first time he's seen you but it is the first time he's seen you for awhile because youve been away at uni. You're back home for Christmas, down the pub with your family.

🌸 He's working behind the bar. Your mum recognises him and points him out to you. You're embarrassed because her words exactly are "Isn't that that Sam you used to have a big crush on in school!" and your mum isn't a quiet talker

🌸 Sam does actually hear her but pretends he hasn't. Not because he doesn't want to embarrass you but because he himself is now blushing so hard.

🌸 Spends half his shift wondering if you still fancy him, or if you ever even actually fancied him at all.

🌸 Then you come up to order cause its your round and he's the only one behind the bar so he has to serve you. And suddenly he's proper anxious. He tries to be smiley and friendly and not awkward and to be fair you don't think he's anything but smiley and friendly. Besides you're too busy feeling awkward yourself because he's actually gotten fitter since school and you're not sure how to even look him in the eye.

🌸 "Heard you're a very sophisticated and intelligent young woman now ey y/n? What're yas doing here like?"

🌸 You just blushing and mumbling "well I don't know about that," biting back a smile and not knowing what to say to him.

🌸 Him pouring your drinks and away you go back to your table wishing you'd said more.

🌸 You don't speak to him much more that night but your mum makes plenty of embarrassing and loud comments "I can see why you had a crush on him he's a lovely looking young man isn't he!" "you know he keeps looking at you y/n you should go back over and say hello, talk to him properly this time!"

🌸 You don't but when you get home you get a Facebook message from him "If youre needing a tour of the area, refamiliarise yourself with the riff raff I'm free tomorrow night?" "Hmm I guess it has been a little while, and you'd probably make a good tour guide,"

#lydianthunderfics #sam fender imagines #catb imagines

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lightsburnbrite · 1 year

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What We Keep Secrets For: Part 5

Sam sat on the other side of Thomas's desk, right arm crossed over her chest defensively while she pinched the bridge of her nose with her left. A shudder ran through her body, the iced coffee she was was covered in drying to a sticky mess. She willed herself to hold back the tears as she unwillingly replayed the morning's events in her mind.

"Samira? Samira Klein?"

Sam was in the process of setting up the tripod so they could livestream the team loading on to the bus. She was on the club side of the traffic barrier but had moved as close to the street side as she could to get the whole shot.

Stopping, she looked up when she heard her name called. "I'm sorry?"

"So it is you." A slightly less than middle aged woman with a blunt platinum blonde bob stood on the other side of the barrier. "Figures he'd go for a younger, bouncier version."

Sam took a step back. "I think you may have me confused with-"

"Oh I know exactly who you are." The woman raised her voice now. "If you think you can waltz in and steal my husband…"

The team had already begun to take their seats on the bus. Some were settle but a commotion outside had caught their attention. Matthijs had his earbuds in but when he saw his teammates move to the side, watching something out the window, he took notice as well. He moved over just in time to see an unknown woman reach out and slap Sam while attempting to grab a handful of her hair.

Matthijs scrambled out of the row of seats, off the bus, and sprinted down the pavement. Some others took his lead as well. Benji and Müller put themselves between the woman, who had thrown her iced coffee at her, and Sam while Matthijs immediately went to comfort her.

"What was that?" Matthijs wiped some of the coffee away before resting his hand on her cheek.

Sam was visibly trembling, looking at the ground behind Matthijs. "She said Lukas was…is?…her husband."

They both turned to watch as security came and escorted the woman away.

"Are you ok?" Matthijs had his hands on eight side of her face willing her to look at him. He knew the bus would be leaving soon but wanted to make sure the situation was at least somewhat resolved before he had to go. "Just take the rest of the day off. Go back to my place, don't go home, and I'll be there as soon as we're done, Ok?" He kissed her forehead before pulling her against him. "I love you."

As soon as he got back on the bus, he realized his teammates had seen their interaction and he knew the cat was out of the bag. Matthijs took the gentle ribbing and congratulatory shoves from his teammates but that wasn't what he was worried about. Between the scene that was caused and then the fact that it was now known that she was dating a player, he didn't think this would end well for Sam.

"The problem is," Thomas started, "It's messy. We could tell you that you need to stop seeing De Light but that doesn't erase the past four months. And who is to say you wouldn't then fancy someone else. Plus there's the drama today and the broken equipment…it's messy."

Sam closed her eyes and nodded. "Can I please just go home now?

"Um," Thomas hesitated. "I think it would be best if we had you clean out your desk and handle all the termination paperwork now instead of having you come back in another day."

Once she had all of her personal items in a tidy little box sitting on the back seat of her car, Sam rested her forehead on the steering wheel. She ignored what Matthijs said and went to her apartment, she figured that Lukas's wife had made enough of a scene that neither she nor he would seek her out.

After a shower and a load of laundry, Sam sat down to see just how much time she had before she couldn't afford to pay rent anymore. She knew she'd need to update her portfolio but all she had done for the last year was social media and that wasn't really what she saw a a career she wanted.

"Wow," Eva came home from work to find Sam in her robe, hair done up in a towel turban, and a glass of Rosé next to her. "Did you actually get out of work early?"

Sam let out a sigh and shook her head. "My life has basically devolved into a shit show over the past eight hours."

"Wait, what happened?" Eva's eyes widened as she pulled out a stool and sat next to Sam.

After Sam recounted the day's events, she put her hands on top of her head and shrugged. "So I have like a month and a half to find another job. I'd say start looking for another roommate now."

"I can't do that, Sam." Eva automatically shook her head. "What I I get someone lined up but then you find a job? Or, what if I find someone before-"

Sam shrugged. "I can't have you worrying about me too. I'll get something figured out."

Their conversation was interrupted by Sam's phone ringing. Initially, she was going to ignore it, but she saw that it was Matthijs calling. She excused herself to her room and flopped down on the bed.

"Hey."

"Sami." His tone was gentle, almost apologetic. "I don't have a ton of time to talk but I wanted to make sure you were doing ok. I've been worried about you all day."

She hesitated. "I'm…I don't know. They fired me but honestly, I don't know if I could show my face again after everyone saw me get beat up so there's that."

Sam let out a nervous laugh waiting for Matthijs to respond.

"What can I do? I want to help you-"

She cut him off. "Honestly? I think you could probably use some space from me right now. The last thing I want to happen is for you to then have a difficult run because of me."

"No." She hadn't heard him use quite that firm of a voice before. "We're not going there. Listen, I have to go but we'll finish this conversation when I get home, ok?"

When she didn't respond initially, he continued with his somewhat firm tone. "Sami."

"Ok," She sighed and decided to complete his thought from earlier in the day. "And I love you too."

When Sam came back out from her bedroom, Eva was busy on her phone but she put it down as soon as she saw Sam.

"So you really think I should start looking for another roommate?"

Sam shrugged. "Things are really up in the air for me right now and I don't want to be taking up space and not able to contribute to my share of the rent."

"I mean," Eva pressed her lips together. "I get what you're saying, but that doesn't mean I'm not going t be sad about it."

With a nod, Sam bowed her head slightly. "I know. Me too."

"At least if you were moving in with Prince Charming I could be happy for you." She moved over to the sofa and sat, crossing her legs underneath her. "What do you think you'll do?"

She shrugged now. "Probably move back in with my parents until I can find something else."

When Matthijs made it back to his apartment, he wasn't surprised that Sam wasn't there, but he was disappointed. After Sam suggested that he needed a break from her, Matthijs looked back through their messages to see if there was anything that indicated she was wanting to break things off. He figured her seemingly new feelings all stemmed from the incident at the club. Finally, he sent her a message asking if she was coming over or if she wanted him to go to her.

He waited a few minutes and when she hadn't replied, he put his phone down and walked away. The team was given the day off tomorrow but he'd almost wiped there was at least one session, he wanted something to occupy his mind so he wasn't dwelling on where Sam's head was at.

Matthijs stood in front of the refrigerator, trying to decide if he was actually hungry, when he heard the chime signaling that the lift doors were opening. He nearly sprinted to the hallway to meet Sam, stoping just short of crashing in to her.

Sam looked up at him, offering an apologetic smile before letting herself lean into him. Matthijs wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her as tightly as she'd tolerate before resting his head on top of hers.

Eventually, he stepped back and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Why do you think I need break from you?"

"When Thomas told me I was being let go," Her shoulders slumped and she avoided looking into his eyes, "All he kept saying was it's messy. I don't want to be a distraction for you or surrounding you. People need to see you, not your messy girlfriend."

Matthijs raised an eyebrow before he leaned in and kissed her. "You're not messy. Your…ex? Hookup? Former fling? Whatever you want to call him, that was the messy part. Not you. The way I see it, you're not affiliated with the club anymore so what is there to be worried about? Just go about your business and we'll be fine."

"I'm not-" Sam sighed and leaned back in to him. "I'm not breaking up with you, I just feel like I need to lay low for a little bit, ok?"

He ran his fingers through her hair while gently rocking them in a swaying motion. "Ok…what exactly does that look like?"

"I'm going to go stay with my parents for a bit." Resting her hand on the small of his back, Sam let her finger slide under the hemline and stroke his skin. "Save some money while I'm looking for my next job."

Matthijs immediately stepped back and put his hands on his hips, a mock display of incredulity. "You could do the same thing by moving in with me."

"I know, it's just…" Sam moved closer, kissing him this time. "I want to move in when it's because we're ready to live together, not out of necessity."

When he pulled a face that was a mix between a frown and a pout. Sam laughed and kissed him again. "I won't be that far away, less than an hour, ok?"

"Ok." He continued to frown. "Will you at least stay tonight?"

Sam beamed back at him. "I was hoping you'd ask me that."

They camped out on the sofa and watched a bit of tv before Matthijs stood up and stretched. He held his hand out to Sam, encouraging her to stand as well. "You know I'm going to miss you."

“Oh really?” Sam folded her arms across her chest with a smirk and the slightest bit of defiance.

He knew that look well.

“Really.” Stepping forward, Matthijs put his hands on her hips and drew her closer. Kissing her lips once, he ran his fingers through her hair. “I love your eyes and your nose…your lips, your chin.” He kissed her again as Sam stretched up on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Sam let out a little giggle as his hands went back to her waist.

“I love your neck and your shoulders…” When Matthijs slipped his hands under her shirt and let them rest on her ribcage, his thumbs lightly grazing under her breasts, he felt Sam inhale deeply. Gently, he stroked his fingers down her spine before taking the hem of her shirt and lifted it up over her head. Sam shivered, naked from the waist up as Matthijs pulled her back against him. Leaning forward into him, Sam rested her head against his collar bone as he began to kiss her neck, his thumbs brushing across her nipples. "I think we need to relocate. My bed is going to be much more comfortable than the floor."

Biting her lip, she smiled at him as she let Matthijs lead them back to his bedroom. Sam rested her hands on his chest, slowly dragging them down to his waist. Arms over his head, Matthijs grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the side along with hers. Glancing down, he watched as she tugged on his belt, quickly unfastening it before she moved to the button and zipper of his pants. Matthijs stepped on the back of each shoe, promptly kicking them off before Sam had the chance to tug his pants down to his knees, stroking his calves as she went along.

When he kicked my pants to the side as well, Sam laughed as she traced the outline of his prominent erection with her finger. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were happy to see me.”

Matthijs shrugged before taking a step closer to her. “So, what are we going to do about that?”

Before Sam could respond, he took hold of the tie on her joggers and gave it a tug, causing them to fall to the ground as well. Sam stepped out of the fabric that had now pooled at her feet. With one hand, she lightly rubbed his now throbbing bulge and made him lose track of his thoughts. Breathing in deeply, Matthijs tipped his head forward and let it rest against hers.

Sinking down to her knees, Sam hooked her finger tips on the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down at an excruciatingly slow pace. Looking up at him to make sure he was watching, she gently placed a small kiss on the tip of his cock. He brushed her hair out of her face, holding it off to the side to keep it out of her way. Matthijs felt his breath catch as she opened her mouth wider and took the length of him down her throat.

“Jesus, Sami.” He leaned back and braced himself against the edge of the nightstand, not being able to think past the fact that her humming was now pulsating throughout his groin. On any given day, Matthijs would have had no problem going twice or maybe even three times, but tonight he knew he didn’t have it left in him. “Ok…babe…just…hang on…”

Sitting back on her heels, Sam looked up at him, lips slightly pouted. Raising the corner of his mouth in a smirk, Matthijs encouraged her to stand. It seemed like Sam knew what Matthijs had in mind and pushed him back on to the bed, climbing on top of him in one fluid motion. She leaned forward and kissed him, grinding her hips against his. Linking his hands behind his head, Matthijs was more than happy to just lean back and let Sam take over.

Closing his eyes, Matthijs moaned as Sam slid back over his hips. Taking hold of him in her hand, she stroked twice before guiding herself onto him. Once in a comfortable position, Sam tucked her legs up behind her, resting the tops of her feet on his lower legs, and began to rock her hips back and forth. Leaning forward, she rested her hands on either side and kept up a fervent pace.

Sam cried out, her moans eventually dying down to a whimper, as her entire body went rigid for a moment before she laid back down on top of him.

“My plan was to just take care of you tonight, but when have I ever turned you down?” Matthijs stroked her hair as they listened to the silence around them.

Finally, Sam let out a sigh as she snuggled in closer. "Maybe I could keep some clothes here? Stay over on the weekends so I can go to your matches?"

Matthijs gave her a squeeze. "I'll take you as often as I can get you, Sami."

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