#i also got one of the cage bars wrong just don't look at it too hard I'm not redrawing it lol

[rhapsoddity]

STYX STYX STYX STYX

There we go, the lil Cub comic wrapped up <3

Ari is trying her best to reassure Cub... too bad Cub cant stay forever lol

[seasonsbloom]

Congrats on 500 followers! What about “make me” with Fanboy bcs I love him soo much and hardly anyone writes for him

♡ pairing ; fanboy x female!reader

♡ wc ; 700, i got a little carried away

♡ warnings ; explicit language; mentions of intoxication

♡ note ; fanboy isn't actually even that small but he looks really small in the film? anyway this doesn't make any sense, idk I'm sorry you guys :-(

Sam Cooke got it right. You really don't know much about history, you really don't know much about biology. You also don't know much about science books or any of the French you took. In fact, you don’t know much about anything. 

But what you do know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, what you know like the color of your eyes, like the scent of your childhood home, what you know irrevocably and eternally and what you know at the very core of you, is this: Mickey Garcia is your best friend. He’s always been your friend, as far back as you can remember.

This comes as a bit of a shock, then.

You’re like… six and a half Tequila shots in, and the half one only happened because you spilled it all across the front of your shirt. The night feels like it’s sizzling out at the edges, like the fringes are trickling into the sand and evaporating, but for now you’re still buzzing, you’re still reeling, you’re still high on whatever the fuck is going on here.

In the low lights of the bar, with some slow, syrupy, sultry song crooning from the speakers, with Mickey’s beer sweating condensation against the palm of your hand, with Mickey’s gaze right on you and his lips a little parted and his eyes all glossy and dark and simmering with something, something, something… 

Lines go blurry.

“Fuck off,” Mickey says, but he’s laughing with the words, pushing even closer, reaching for the bottle you pull away at the last minute. Dangle over your heads like the sword of Damocles.

“You’re too small,” you tell him, grinning. It’s what Payback - Payback with the freakishly long arms and legs, Payback who can bend like Gumby, Payback who looks like one of those inflatable things they put out in front of used car dealerships as soon as a stiff breeze blows - started after these two first met, what you’ve kept going like a game you can’t stop playing.

“Actually,” Mickey’s saying, and he’s so close you don’t really need to hear his words, can almost taste them off his lips. His eyes are real sparkly. “The shorter the pilot, the higher his G-tolerance.”

You snort with laughter like it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard, but then your eyes trail to his mouth, and something inside of you tightens, shifts, stutters. Your head is fogging up. 

“I bet Mav told you that,” you say, but your voice is too wobbly for the words to really have any impact. “Short king agenda and all that.”

Mickey makes a sound like a giggle, and you’re about to start twirling your hair or something if this asshole keeps going like this. He leans even closer, and you try to move back (why the fuck am I moving back? some part of you asks. Wrong direction, bitch, reverse, shit reverse, what the fuck?), but something solid behind you lets you know you’re already standing with your back to the wall. With Mickey caging you in, his hands inches from your hips, his fingertips tracing across the fabric of your shirt.

“Shut up,” Mickey’s saying, now so close (so fucking close, oh god, where’s the eject handle?) you can feel his breath ghosting over your mouth, smell the lime and the cilantro from the Tacos you shared earlier. 

It’s a madness, it’s a fever, it’s a yearning you’ve been carrying so long it has become a part of you come to life, come to light, and you’re exhaling, you’re leaning in, you’re saying, “Make me.”

And Mickey (Mickey your best friend, Mickey the love of your life, Mickey the guy who says how high when you say jump), does as he always does: He does as you say.

And then the lines aren’t just blurred anymore. You’re pouring water all over them and watch as they fade into nothing, watercolors dripping off the page in steady, sticky streams.

So yeah, maybe you don’t know shit about life, but you do know this: Mickey Garcia is your best friend.

Only, apparently (and now this part you didn’t know), he might also be something more.

[thegeminisage]

lol this newspaper quest. princess zelda was kidnapped?! you don't say!!

"the carved out heart" of what i assume is dueling peaks...i almost gave up on finding the cave and then i spotted it near the top of the mountain! it says south cave tho so there's probably a north cave too :/

yeah no nvm theres just a bubbulfrog in here

found another across the way. you can actually hear raindrops hitting link's glider........asmr chills!!!

.......oh

theres a sick ass triangle drawing on the ceiling here. i'm sure i'm meant to ascend lol

oh, maybe not? i can't go up...

theres GOT to be more to this cave. i dont even see a bubbulfrog!!

did the other one have a drawing on the ceiling...?

FOUND THE FROG. there was an offshoot i missed

i'm just gonna look this up lol its killing me

DROP EVERYTHING SHOOTING STAR

GOT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! thankfully near a fast travel point

i saw another fall but it landed in the water :(

weirdly enough even though they seem to have fucked dragon farming in this game they added more? star drops? but i bet theyre less predictable tho. fuck you too nintendo lol

ok, apparently i need to find the top of the mountain...im just gonna use the skyview tower lol

oh my god zelda in her regular hylian clothes is literally in this cage lol. i know it''s obviously a yiga disguise but thats wild

side bar even tho master kohga is the most fun i've had ever i haaaate how cartoonishly inept the yiga clan is...like don't get me wrong it's extremely funny and i do laugh and yk we love to have fun! but it also takes weight off of the serious backstory of the sheikah and the tragedy surrounding them...in a game which already does them a massive disservice...

oh wow my game glitched.........

the yigas i was fighting all died except one, and he vanished but didnt come back, and it wont let me leave the area?? so i'm just stuck unless i reload a save :/

ok, reloaded and got it lol. guess thats what i get for not updating <3

LMAOOOOOO penn like why would the yiga care about YOU? he still thinks i just have the same name as the famous swordsman

ok, im gonna go back to hateno. i want my fucking...travel medallion and shit >:(

got everything except the last travel medallion!! gonna do some sidequests and korok seeds my belothed

holy shit this cave goes all the way to the lanayru mountain range??

look, frankly, if i wanted to be in the lanayru mountain range i wouldn't have come to hateno, but whatever ig

YOOOO my attack up legs...worth it!!

back to good old hateno. jesus

ok i got all my korok seeds here!! tomorrow kakariko lol

[dumblildog]

Why I don't sell content :3

"Do you do OF?"

"No."

"You should."

This conversation keeps happening with people. I used to sell content before OF was a thing. I'd definitely do it again if I looked like that still. I have so many fucking scars now I'm just.. idk plus I'm as pale as bb vampire so it's just a gross contrast on my skin. I have this overwhelming amount of self hate especially about how I look. If my last relationship wasn't a sexless lonely cage of self doubt and hate I probably wouldn't be sooo hateful but like having someone look at you dead face and say "I'm as attracted to you as I can be" it's like huh.. what's the point.. when someone doesn't want you for so long for years.. but also won't let you go when you beg for it you just let go of yourself in so many different ways. I lost all grips of myself and now I just dont recognize who or what I am. I was already so lost before that relationship just a lil drug addict with no money & horrible self destructive habits. I'm so surprised I didn't die that spring with my daily habits. For so long I survived off nothing but substances, self harm, and sex. I was having so many adventures and got second hand affection from the attention my actions brought me but I still was just so so lonely. I gripped onto the first person who wanted something more than my body my bed or my connections. I didn't see what he was using me for before it was too late. I stopped doing drugs anything anyone would offer, drinking anything I'd get my hands on, stopped smoking anything and everything I could light. Gross mixed bowls and cigarettes turned to nothing but green and dabs. Alcohol and nothing but coffee and espresso turned into simple teas, coffees so much water. From eating a few times a week went to having full meals sometimes more than once a day. I stopped cutting and burning myself and started wearing glitter. I got a job, then two, then three. Parties, bars, mosh pits, basement shows, trespassing, staying up to see the sunrise turned into movies, car rides, museums, and early bedtimes for tomorrows responsibilities. Handfuls of roommates and people in and out of my bed at all hours turned into a one bedroom apartment and a bed shared with only one. Tho I quickly left that bed for the couch and slept there most nights. My life was so different but I was still so lost and empty. I thought I had what I wanted but when the person you're sharing your life with doesn't want you back.. the emptiness is so all consuming. I changed and the depression and agoraphobia got so much worse. So much isolation. My body changed my habits changed. Now I'm just plagued with chronic nightmares and the emptiness. I'm free from the grips of the lonely relationship but I lost myself day after day to 4 years. Tho I've learned so much about myself in that loneliness. I know what I'd like now and what I want but my body and brain are so fucking gone it's so out of reach and I don't feel like I can do it on my own. Everything in me tells me I'm wrong and if I was this or that maybe just maybe I'll be happy or loved. Then the echos of my past lovers cruel words bounce around that empty space in my chest and remind me that even through out all those different versions of myself I still wasn't enough for any of them to actually want me. They lied, cheated, hit, hurt, hid, and then left. No one has ever wanted me for more than a thrill or a self fulfillment. I myself, I've never been first choice to anyone friendships family lovers... it's hard to be my first choice and with little to no support or recourses and with a broken body and brain it's hard to change and reach for anything. I feel like a burden on those I love and I'm not really living for anything but sparing them the grief and guilt of my suicide.

I'm tired of this existence.

I'm tired.

[the-firebird69]

GONE IN 60 SECONDS Trailer (2000) Nicolas Cage, Angelina Jolie Movie

There's a huge number of people interested in this film and you can see her mustang goes into this film from the prior one and it's repaired and for those with gear they can scan the room with the cars in it and you'll see the Firebird and Nicholas Cage is Trump and he's being forced to take the cars anything she can get away with it then take the car and have it it's a weird situation Robert Duvall is also for us to do it. I'm pretty sure they want him to drive the white one around we did see it writing it's going to happen pretty soon in this movie is going to happen.

He's going to look at it a little more closely and is an idea for our generic beer commercial it's one of these guys he thinks it's how I met your mother it's a co-star to say it's the wrong show people know who he is though and he acts like Justin a little black hair

Thor Freya

Olympus

I know it show he's from it's got Lewis in it and he plays the opposite him and it's a funny show and he wants him to do a beer commercial and I helped to make the commercial idea and here it is he's sitting at the bar and he's drinking the beer and he pulls it into the glass and he says "I don't just drink any generic beer I drink this particular generic beer" and he really likes the idea and I do too

Hera

Zues

It's amazing how people forget things but really it's like kind of commercial I like the beer I think I haven't tried it so they want me to try it so we're going to try and get it to me they say this is going to be a good time

Co star with Luis

I think I'm going to have to get involved and he says maybe later on and I can say "I like this beer this is the same as yours yes it's generic but it is in the same beer and yes the same generic beer"

Lewis

Olympus

[rebeccccccaaa]

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) hey i just stumbled on your stuff. it's really good!! and this is my first ever request so i don't know if i'm doing it right, but do you think you could write something where the reader is insecure about her body hair and bucky or steve is just like comforting them and maybe some slight smut??

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: SMUT 18+ minors dni, major fluff miss girl 

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: idk if you were looking for just coochie hair but this was really real for me so i made it like an all around insecurity about having hairy arms, shoulders, back, belly, the whole shabang i hope that was ok . this really hit home as a Latina/Hispanic with prominent body hair so i really hope you guys like it

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“What about this one?” Nat held a silk dress, the front cutting low as well as the back. 

“It’s pretty,” you started.

“Yeah?”

“Pretty revealing,” you snorted.

“Nat I already told you, I was thinking maybe something with long sleeves, maybe a pant suit? That's a power move,” you laughed. 

“Y/n, you have a gorgeous body and you should show everyone,” she said smiling softly. 

“It’s not that, it’s just….”

“Just what?” she asked concerningly. 

“It’s stupid,” you chuckled nervously.

“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you this much,” she said. 

“I don’t really like to wear clothes that show off a lot of skin because I don’t- ugh,” you huffed out, “I have a lot of hair, Like everywhere.”

“You’re human; you’re supposed to,” Nat chuckled.

“I know, but it's very visible and I get a bit insecure,” you mumbled. 

“Awe, it’s ok. You’re still the most beautiful girl in the whole world, did you know that?” Nat smiled hoping to lighten the mood.

“Shut up,” you pushed her playfully.

“No seriously, you’re so stunning and if a guy, who probably looks like a fucking werewolf, has the audicity to say you’re too hairy can literally stick a razor up their ass,” she said making you giggle. 

“You know Steve wouldn’t care,” she wiggled her eyebrows.

“Stop it,” she was always teasing you about Steve, and as much as you did like him, it’s so embarrassing. 

“Come on buy this one and flaunt that gorgeous body so y’all can fuck.”

“Oh my-  If I buy it will you shut up?”

“Yes.”

You snatched the garment from her hands and walked prissily to the counter hearing the red head snicker behind you.

-

You stood in front of the mirror staring at your appearance. Your skin glowed against the silk fabric, the tie resting on the side of your waist pulling the fabric in to accentuate your features. The back was cut low with practically no fabric above your sacrum. 

Those little hairs crept along your back and you couldn’t help but frown at them. The fuzz was so visible and you just wish you had thin hairs, hardly noticeable like those girls on social media. Growing up people always had something to say about the hairs on your shoulders and your arms. Nothing’s changed as an adult now and it fed horribly into your insecurities. 

“You ready?” Nat came into your room, making you snap your head towards her.

“Oh my goodness, you look so beautiful!” Wanda said walking into your room as well.

“Thank you, guys,” you smiled softly. You couldn’t help but hide your arms placing your hands over your forearms and Nat looked at you gingerly and grabbed your hands softly. 

“Everything about you is beautiful, ok?” she smiled.

“Thanks,” you responded before heading downstairs. 

The music seemed quiet compared to the voices that chattered up and down the halls and rooms. It was very crowded and you were quickly left alone; Nat headed to the bar and Wanda instantly spotting Vision. 

You held your head high and walked through the crowd to the table where Tony had appetizers and snacks for the guests. You felt confident after Nat’s words and you definitely caught the eyes of many different oglers there. One particular man had walked with poise stopping before you with a smile. 

He was quite handsome and you returned a smile, casting your eyes down shyly. He wore a classic all black look, a black button up collar with sleek balck suit pants. His shoes were also black and he looked very put together. He had pitch black hair and gorgeous green eyes. You were hypnotized. 

“You look absolutely ravishing darling,” he spoke smoothly. 

“Oh, uh, thank you. You look very nice too,” you said timidly. 

You two made small talk before migrating to the bar. Nat gave you a look before Wanda spoke to you, her eyes as well as yours glowing red and her voice echoed in your head.

What about Steve?

Get out!

“Woah, what’s with your eyes?” the guy said surprised. 

“What?” you retorted.

“They- They were red for a second,” he stuttered.

“Maybe you’ve had a bit too much to drink,” Nat swooped in. 

“Yeah, probably,” he chuckled. 

You two continued to talk until he asked the dreaded question. The question that always makes you unbelievably self conscious and gross. The question that every goddamn man on earth feels they need to ask for no fucking reason.

“Why don’t you shave your arms?” 

“What?” you asked dumbfounded.

“Well, you’re very uh- hairy. Do you shave your legs?” 

“I- uh. I don’t understand.”

“Well, I just noticed you’ve got a lot of hair on your arms and your shoulders. You should probably shave it, you know?” he said.

Nat and Wanda exchanged shocked and foul looks, rolling their eyes at the man’s remarks. You smiled sarcastically before storming away. Men seriously have nothing but the audacity. You covered your arms and caved yourself in just trying to run from the situation. Before you could head to the elevators you bumped into a strong body. 

“Y/n, I was looking for you- Wow, you look- wow,” he said with wide eyes. He’s never seen you in a dress quite like this. The silk was shining beautifully like your glowing skin and the straps fell from your shoulders making Steve fight the urge to kiss and nip at your soft skin. The color complimented your skin tone incredibly and he was so enamored by your beauty; not that you weren’t always the most beautiful. 

You were angelic. 

“Thanks um, I’m gonna back up now. Not really feeling too hot,” you mean that quite figuratively. 

“What, but the party’s just getting started! I haven’t gotten to dance with you,” he gave that gorgeous smile that would make any woman fall to their knees. 

“Steve-”

“Come on just one dance?” he grabbed your hand. 

“You have to buy me a drink first,” you smirked, dragging him to the bar. Upon arrival, Nat smiled knowingly at you before making your favorite and Steve handed a twenty dollar bill. The later the night got, the more Stark’s guests drunken themselves into a careless party vibe. 

The lights were dimmed and the music grew louder. You finished your drink and Steve raised his brows waiting with a grin on his gorgeous face. You grabbed his hand and made your way to the makeshift dance floor that Tony’s guests had created.

Steve came up behind you with his hands on your hips and swayed with them to the beat of the music. Strangers around him had created quite a sexual tension filled aura that definitely affected you both. Your head was thrown back on Steve’s shoulder and your eyes were closed.

Steve looked around before catching his gaze with Nat’s smirking and nodded as if to tell him to make a move already. He looked down at you again, you were so beautiful in his arms. He ran his nose along the side of your face and sensed your head slowly leaning into him. 

You smiled slowly and Steve pressed a soft kiss to your temple. He kept pressing faint kisses down your neck as his hands trailing up your sides giving your goosebumps. He ran his nose along your shoulder and pressed kisses there too when you suddenly became overwhelmed with insecure questions; what if he notices the hairs? What if he asks the same question? Or worse, what if he gets disgusted by that?

You pushed him off and quickly ran away through the crowd. Confused, Steve chased after you. You walked quickly after leaving the crowd and made your way back to the elevator as you did earlier in the night. Steve was concerned that maybe he might’ve done something you might not wanted and scared you away.

“Hey, hey,” he reached for your arm, of which you quickly retracted.

“Wait, Y/n,” you avoided his eyes as you round the corner towards the elevator. Steve stepped in front of you, pushing your back against the wall caging you with his arms. 

“What happened? I thought- I thought we were you know, having a moment,” he smiled guiltily.

“Steve, I’m sorry but…” you trailed off. 

“Is it me?”

“No! J- Ugh, Steve. Please,” you just wanted to go to your room and cry; you let your insecurities get the best of you once again and ran away from something that could’ve been. 

“Then what is it? Because I like you; I really like you. And I need you to tell me if you don’t feel the same because I’m just gonna think that I did something wrong and that I hurt you; and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I did,” he told you.

“You didn’t do anything,” you teared up; you brought his forehead to yours and brushed his nose against yours.

“Growing up people always teased me for my body hair. Guys always told me that I needed to shave my arms because being able to see the hair was gross. I feel so ugly. And that fucking asshole tonight; I really thought he was gonna be different. They’re all the same.”

“Y/n, look at me. You are so fucking beautiful. Everything about you is perfect and I want nothing more than to show you.”

“You don’t think I need to shave,” you pouted. 

“No, and anyone that tells you that, you let me know and I’ll punch them,” he said with a deadpan look making you grin.

“Sorry. No one’s ever said those things to me, about you know,” you cupped his face.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

You smiled softly before leaning into him and pressing your lips against his gingerly. You could feel him smile into the kiss and his hands cradled the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. 

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he said against your lips.

He pulled away and turned around briefly to call the lift. He grabbed your hand and pulled you inside pressing you against the wall to kiss you sloppily. Your chest heaved up and down at his passion and when he pulled away you were left breathless. 

He led you to his room where he was on you in an instant again, your back pressed against his door and his lips on your neck. Your head was thrown back as you basked in the feeling of his lips against your neck. Your hands making home in his hair. 

He pulled your strap down pressing kisses along your shoulder. You tensed a bit out of natural habit but his lips felt so soft and gentle, you relaxed and indulged in his attention. Your finger made work with his baby blue button up that complemented his eyes perfectly and pushed his collar shirt off his broad shoulders. 

You grew a bit of confidence and pushed him off backing him up until he sat on the edge of his bed. When Steve plopped down he couldn’t help the huge grin on his face. His hands went under your dress caressing your thighs with his thumbs waiting for your next move. 

You bit your lip as you slowly untied the string that cinched your waist; unveiling your body to him wearing simply a pair of nude lace panties. You could hear the lustful groan that came from Steve, his eyes wandering your body as if he were memorizing everything about you. 

Hyper aware of your insecurity now that you’ve told him, he noticed the soft hairs that gloss over your skin. He had no problem with it. He thought it was beautiful; especially the little happy trail down your stomach. His hands came up your side and he leaned forward to kiss your belly. You instinctively pulled away and tensed before muttering apologies under your breath. 

“You don’t need to apologize, doll,” he looked up at you. 

He leaned forward again, his lips making contact with your hot skin this time. The eyes he gave were soft yet hungry and you couldn’t help the arousal that pooled between your thighs. He pulled you forward so you sat comfortably on his lap and grabbed your hands in his own. He placed them around his neck turning his head to the side to kiss the inside of your forearm all the way up to your shoulder.

“You are so gorgeous, absolutely ethereal, celestial, heavenly, god I could just look at you all day,” he said, making you grow flustered.

“It’s true, darling.”

“Thank you,” you said with teary eyes. 

Beautiful. Angelic. Divine. Perfect. Steve whispered those words against your burning skin as he turned you over to lay on your back. You kissed him messily before he moved down your body slowly practically peeling your panties from your body. 

The sight of your dripping cunt was enough for Steve’s cock to harden painfully. He stood up eagerily and dropped his pants and boxers surprising you. He was much bigger than you had anticipated and the nerves fluttered in your belly whether he’d fit comfortably or not. 

“You ok?” he rubbed your leg when he saw concern in your face.

“Yeah, you’re uh- you’re really big,” you said, making him chuckle.

“We don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable,” he reassured.

“No, I do! I really do,” you said quickly making him laugh harder this time. 

“Here, I think this will make it easier,” he grabbed your hand so you could sit up easily before quickly grabbing a condom and handing it to him. He pulled you close to let you straddle his legs as you did moments ago. He pumped his erect cock for a second before tearing the foil and wrapping it around his girth.

You stood up on your knees and stared into his eyes as you felt his tip at your entrance. You slowly sank down onto him feeling absolutely stretched to your fullest. You and Steve both moaned simultaneously as you took his entire length. You hadn’t even moved yet and Steve could you feel you pulsating around him. 

Your walls were so soft and velvety, Steve knew he wasn’t going to last long. 

“Ugh, baby, you gotta move please,” he moaned.

“You feel so good,” you whimpered. You lifted yourself before returning to settle back down over and over again. 

Steve leaned forward pressing kisses to your breasts whilst holding your waist to steady your bounces. He looked at you with nothing but adoration and devotion relishing in the moment he has with you. You were so goddamn beautiful above him, Steve couldn’t help the quickly approaching release. 

He could feel your wall clenching around him signaling how close you were. You began to grow tired and you were no longer bouncing up and down but rather rocking your hips forward and back now. Doing this stimulated your clit, rubbing against his pelvis and soon enough that had you body shaking in pleasure. 

“Fuck, Steve, I’m coming!” you gripped onto his shoulders. His finger dug into your own flesh surely to leave marks of some sort later and his head was thrown back as he chanted your name like a prayer. 

You pressed your lips against his neck kissing and sucking leaving purple and red marks and bites on him as you reached your climax. Every muscle in your body convulsed and tightened against Steve until you finally felt like you could relax. 

“You were so good, baby girl. So good for me,” he soothed; his hand rubbing and scratching your back gently. 

“Fuck,” you breathed out.

“Sh, I got ya. Relax, baby,” he could feel your slightly trembling body limp against him.

“That was amazing,” you whispered, continuing to press faint kisses on his neck.

“You’re amazing,” he said cheekily. 

“Thank you; for making me feel beautiful again.”

“I’d do anything for you. You deserve the world. You’re so stunning and anyone who wants to say otherwise is just jealous and full of shit,” he said making you grin. 

“You want me to run you a bath?” he asked softly.

“Only if you join me?”

“Deal.” 

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[julyarchives]

Thicker Than Blood || (M) || Ch. 01

Growing up in a tough neighborhood had you learning to deal with hard situations, the occasion leads you to cooperate with the mafia organization that took care of your neighborhood - Pentagon. Looking after yourself and valuing your safety brought you to adapt to the moment, but the line between working for them and protecting yourself is very blurry when you are forced to live under their roof.

→ Pairing: Pentagon OT9 x Reader

→ Genre: Smut; Mafia AU.

→ Words:  2.2K

→ Contains: Mentions of Alcohol; Mentions of Violence.

→ A/n: So this is our Pentagon Mafia AU Series! This story will be multi-chaptered and we will add more tags as the story goes on, we have big plans for it! We hope you guys like it and it is worth the wait!

→ Index: 01 • 02 • 03

Chapter 01 - The Collectors

The cute jeans and red t-shirt you wore barely matched the bar you currently were on behind the counter. The place was quite nice but it was still too rustic for your liking, too brown and dark. Usually, the customers were rustic as well, and had a certain grumpiness to them, just like the place. You shrugged for the nth time while lost in thoughts. Working at a bar on a Tuesday night was the perfect situation for boredom, and bored you were.

Thinking back, you barely understood how you got the job anyway, walking in there one day to kick your friend's ass for drinking while you had a job to do with him and the owner liked your style. He needed someone behind the counter, you needed the money, it was perfect. You were rather young and sweet, you knew that often resolving some complicated shit and arguments in the bar but you also knew how to answer when needed and to take no one's shit home, you still stood up for yourself. Ok so maybe working at a bar was the perfect job for you.

Not wanting to dwell on how you wanted a better paid perfect job, you busied yourself by watching the entrance. It was Tuesday, so you've been kind of anxious the whole day waiting for them to show up. You almost gave your excitement away when two figures entered the bar and sat in front of you on the bar stools.

"Hello, boys. The usual?", you asked them with a bright smile.

"Please, Y/N".

"Right away", you chipped as you turned to get them their cold drinks. It'd be funny to see them drink a sweet cocktail instead of anything stronger if you didn't know them a bit better.

Wooseok and Yuto were young. Sweet and awkward boys that most older people liked and wanted to pamper. That's what you heard anyway whenever you spoke to the neighbors. You also knew they were attached to the hip, always together and always messing with each other. They had a third part to their best friend dynamic and you only saw him a few times at the bar, but you knew they clearly loved each other as brothers.

But that information didn't add up to the other information you had on the boys. The reason you expected them every Tuesday was because of their work. And that was what confused you. As every person in the region knew, there was only one force to respect and listen and that was the Pentagon gang. No, not a gang. It was straight down mafia business and these two cute young boys were their collectors. So every Tuesday they went out to collect the fee from every block and at the end, they'd crash at the bar to chat and drink something.

Seeing them every week made you realize how nice they were and quickly put the whole mafia business behind them. You, better than anyone, understood that you gotta do what you gotta do to survive. Since then, Wooseok and Yuto became more open with you and always brought back gossip when they had a good day. After all, mafia men were still men. Well, boys.

"Here you go, guys", you placed the drinks down and smiled sweetly.

"Thanks, Y/N", Yuto had a deep voice and it always managed to startle you.

"So, any gossip?", you chuckled and the boys followed, lowering their heads as if to share a secret with you.

"Guy from the butcher shop was working alone", Wooseok said, "caught his employee with his girl".

"No way!", you truly were shocked at the irrelevant news.

"Yep", he said while Yuto nodded. "Oh, and someone's trying to get inside our territory. We saw a warning at a wall, directed at us and, well, at all of you".

"What?!", you shouted and they looked at you like you just offended their entire family. You were confused. One, why were they telling you information that may be confidential? Two, how could they speak about something dangerous so casually?

"We have orders to let you know, actually", Yuto said as if he was reading your mind. "We know who these people are but not their faces. We thought maybe they'd start by frequenting a place where they can get more intel on our people".

"Here then".

"Hm, yeah", Wooseok nodded. "The warning only said to be careful who is loyal to us or the community would show us. We guess they want to turn people against us"

"More people, more money. An entire neighborhood against us wouldn't be controlled by usual methods. So, that's when you come in".

"If you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting, then no way". You were bold enough to talk back and they only raised their eyebrows at you.

"We only need you to be on the lookout for someone different", Wooseok clarified, "if there's at least one person asking the wrong questions about the community, you gotta let us know".

"Helps if we can identify a face", Yuto shrugged.

"Do I have a say in this?", you already knew the answer.

"As much as you do about our fee, Y/N".

"Fine. But if they come for me, I won't wait for your boys to come to rescue me. I'll bolt", you said with a sigh in defeat.

"You won't be alone", Wooseok said as Yuto typed away on an old phone. "You'll be getting a visit from tomorrow on, he's our shapeshifter, blends in wherever".

"If you have a guy like that, why put me to watch anyone?"

"Y/N", Yuto sighed and looked straight into your eyes. "We could burst into any safe house right now and do whatever we pleased with whoever was in our way. But we do value our community, that's why we got hold of this business in the first place. The bar is where everyone comes for information and you know that. Don't forget why you're behind this counter, to begin with. We need the bartender to do her job and chat with her customers as she does. The info will come to you".

"I-", you were starstruck and kept glancing from Yuto to Wooseok, hands on the counter. "I- this is the most you have spoken to me since we met". It came out accidentally and you wanted to slap yourself.

Wooseok laughed and Yuto smiled at you. You could feel the heat on your cheeks but only nodded to yourself, still processing everything. They finished their drinks in one big gulp and got up, Yuto nodding at you still with a cute smile on his lips, one that didn't match his previous words. Wooseok watched as Yuto walked out of the bar and chuckled at your expression that slowly was turning grumpy.

"I know you'll do just fine. It's not like us to put people in our business but to protect people, we need you", he was leaning forward, as if to make you see him and only him. "So, congratulations, you got promoted!", he laughed.

"Yeah, I'm the lookout kid", you definitely were grumpy now. "You need me to protect people but who protects me?".

"Me", Wooseok said a bit too fast. "I mean, Pentagon does. And you'll have the right company for that, don't worry. He'll be here tomorrow night".

Wooseok smiled at you again and turned away from you, leaving you to your thoughts. Why the hell was this happening? You got why this way was safer to find out who was behind the threat but you still were unsure. Well, it's not like you could say no without a valid reason. And apparently, your safety wasn't one.

You watched Wooseok leave and sighed. Getting their glasses to clean up, you kept thinking about all the things that could go wrong but also all the things that could go right. Part of you wanted to impress them and come out as a hero, it'd give you something else to do instead of just being the bartender. You laughed at the absurdity of it all and quickly shoved it all in the back of your head, deciding to let the future self deal with the situation and this guy who'd meet you tomorrow, slipping back into the boredom of a Tuesday night at the bar once again.

Laying on your bed, your mind raced nonstop and you couldn't sleep no matter how much you tried. Yuto's words kept coming back and you felt even more deflated each time. "Don't forget why you're behind this counter, to begin with". You knew your upbringing was shitty and you had to fend for yourself a long time but you honestly thought that it didn't matter much until now.

Your parents fled when you were eight. They had some issues with themselves and suddenly having a family became too much of a cage for them and they fled. They left you with your grandmother and never came back. Your grandma was a saint, she was sweet and loving but she was sick enough to not be able to work, so you toughen up and started bringing money home by twelve years old.

You smiled thinking about how she raised you with such care and love that you managed to get that trait from her even if the streets treated you like shit. You discovered soon enough that all the love your grandma had was all the love you could get because no one liked a little girl who put her hands on whatever she could find to sell and get hers. You met a few people while you grew up and managed to turn out just fine even if it bruised you more than you liked to admit.

When you were around seventeen your grandma passed, you thankfully blocked whatever memory you had of her suffering and only focused on her happy memories. Since then you got her small and simple house and got more involved in the community, everyone who respected your grandma finally understanding why you were a kid like you were. Fast forward a few years and you got the job at the bar and things got a bit better.

You got up from the bed and scoffed at how things were mostly shoved on your face enough that you had to go with the flow every time. Fucking Pentagon taking over the neighborhood when you were a kid and now this. You heard more than participated in the whole protecting mafia business when you were younger, but the situation wasn't strange to you. Getting around in the streets you knew things and the most important one was to follow the organization's rules.

When you were twelve and started to hit the streets, you knew very well to not mess with the men from the org. But also soon enough you learned that the best way to earn anything good was to be on their good side. So you started to run a few errands for them and earned a good amount. Of course, you had nothing to do with them but still, it was a good connection. You didn't know much about the members in the hierarchy but you were sure that no one from the time you were a kid was still in their ranks.

You were sure mafia business was very harsh and violent but the boss was too violent once upon a time and things got out of hand. The neighborhood they swore to protect was being targeted and they brought the fight to all people. Fortunately, it ended after a few months of much fear and blood around the streets and you heard they all changed members. Rumor had it that it was their kids that took over when the parents died during the more violent times, at least in the high ranks. But you had stopped tending to them a few months before it went down so you had no idea for sure.

You only knew that Pentagon had a hard time getting people's trust again and started a more gentle approach with the community, hence why Wooseok and Yuto were dear to some people under their wings. They went over to everyone who had helped them directly and formally thanked and apologized for their trouble. Of course, they still terrified people who walked out of line and when the community respected them again, it was clear they were in charge. But now it seemed like they only cared about their own business and getting richer with their schemes instead of getting involved in a bloody gun war.

You realized you were standing in the middle of the corridor getting lost in thought and laughed to yourself before finishing the path to the kitchen to get water. The cold water helped you calm down and soon you were too busy sitting on the couch looking for any silly reality show to get lost into.

Halfway through the episode, you felt the sleep taking over you but being comfortable on the couch made you just pull a cover you kept there over you and stayed there, falling asleep in seconds. It was a very rough and long day, so you welcomed the slumber gratefully. Little did you know that while you succumbed to sleep in the living room, your phone buzzed in your bedroom, a small text that should be completely out of line appearing.

We trust you to do this safely but count on me to help. -WS.

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Enemies to lovers for the Halloween fictober event 🥰

day sixteen: why don't you say you need me, without wicked games?

MJ's she sat at the bar nursing her first drink while her date is on his fourth when her phone vibrates and she checks it under the guise of laughing too hard at his joke.

Peter: Code Red.

Shit. Movement. They’ve been waiting for this. Them being holed up together in this God-forsaken town for almost two weeks without so much as a whisper of intel.

“I’ll be right back,” she smiles trying not to seem too excited for some action. He nods at her, his finger trailing along her arm as she goes. She resists the urge to shake his hand off.

MJ finds Peter fidgeting in the corridor by the toilets and when he sees her, he yanks a door open and pushes them both in.

“What’s going on?” she asks, ready to pull her gun out from under her dress.

“Look,” he starts, hands running through his hair in the annoying way he always does when he’s about to tell someone he needs to leave early. God, he makes being Spider-Man so obvious even though he's convinced he' subtle as fuck.

“You can’t just bring that guy back to the room.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Parker?”

“What?” he hisses, hands waving in front of him as if there’s enough space in here for that. “We share a room and I’m not sleeping on the floor because you couldn’t keep it in your pants for the evening.”

“Don’t think for one second,” she whispers darkly, moving to cage him in by the sink. “I give a shit about what you think, Peter. And don’t think I missed your striking out at the bar earlier either.”

He blanches, brows furrowed as he clearly tries to figure out what to say next. She’s not sure why he’s hellbent on being the most annoying person she’s ever met. But he is. Well, she knows why he doesn't like her, but he's a hypocrite and she thinks fuck him.

Michelle isn’t an unreasonable person - obviously, she wouldn’t bring someone back to their shared room unless she were interested in Peter joining in. Which… well.

But the way Peter just assumes the worst of her because she beats him in the gym, and she runs faster than him around the track, and he can never tell what she's going to do, rubs her the wrong way. Maybe if he was willing to share his secret, she'd share hers. So no, she wasn’t going to take her date back with her. But she will now.

She leaves Peter red-faced and fuming as she storms out the toilet, the door bouncing off the wall with her rage. All he’ll see is her curly ponytail bouncing away - though, with his not so subtle gazes across the office, he’s probably watching her hips, so she adds a little extra sway. What he won’t see is the room key she’s spinning in her fingers that she swiped from his pocket.

Michelle sighs walking up to their room, she doesn’t take her date back with her because she’s trying to mend bridges with Peter despite the fact she can’t stand him. It’s called being the bigger person - which she is. Literally and figuratively. Also, he was way too interested in talking about what a good guy he was that she was so sure he couldn’t get her off properly.

She knows Peter's already upstairs, probably running there the second he realised she took his room key and she imagines him pacing around trying to figure out how she got past his Peter tingle.

But as she opens the door, she sees two people both scantily clad. After his whole show in the bathroom? That prick.

MJ feels guilty for the performance she puts on causing the half-naked girl to flee the room with her clothes in her arms, the tears all too easy to force out as she calls Peter an arsehole for daring to cheat on her.

"Oh, so you can bring someone up but I can't?" he shouts, he's not as angry as he likes to portray, but the way his eyebrows scrunch is cute all the same. He stands from the bed and MJ tries not to watch the way his muscles move as he flails his hands around but the sharp lines of his abs make her clench her thighs together.

"Does it look like I have someone with me?" she asks, waiting for Peter to turn his back to her before she flicks her fingers and the door closes behind her.

"Well - no, I guess not," he huffs out, spinning to look at her. And she drops her eyes to his crotch just once, and she knows he's not even hard so he can't have been having that good of a time. She knows what he looks like when he's excited, having felt it when they had to train together and the gym was too hot and they were too sweaty.

He catches her looking, that much is obvious as the blush spreads down his chest in an all too enticing way. God, if he were less annoying - she wouldn't feel as ridiculous as she does when she wants to watch him work out. And she'd just tell him to fuck her in the shower when she wakes up with him wrapped around her, like she has every morning since they've been on this mission, feeling his excitement pressed against her back.

But he is annoying, and she won't be the one to break. So she pretends to be asleep when he wakes up, taking all too long to move away from her in the morning. Like he wants to be close to her or something.

But he's never suggested that, so she blinks, ending their staring contest as she throws both of their room keys on the table by the door.

"I'm going to get myself off in the shower, do you want me to save you hot water?" she asks, letting her hair down with a flourish, shaking the curls out as he watches her with a slightly slack jaw. Even with her movements, she can see his crotch twitch.

"I'm fine," he wheezes, his hands coming to rest in front of him. She lifts her hands behind her head, pretending to fiddle with the clasp of her dress.

"Suit yourself," she says with a shrug, allowing the material to drop to the floor. She steps out of it, hearing him swear under his breath as she walks to the bathroom in her heels and underwear, her gun strapped to her thigh.

The door clicks shut and she waves her hand towards the shower, the water clicking on as she removes her gun, placing it next to the sink. She hears Peter throw himself onto the bed, the clinking of his belt so obvious that it gets her a little wet and she knows he's getting off thinking about her but she doesn't mind. She's thinking of him too.

[desertofsnowflakes]

Incorrect Order Chapter 2 (Nessian AU)

A/N: DO inform me if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! If you happen to find my storyline similar to another fic or one of yours, I'm extremely sorry, I might've just not known. All characters belong to the author Sarah J. Mass. Enjoy!

Summary: Don't first impressions always affect the way you see someone? Well, what more with the Nesta Archeron? Nesta meets Cassian at few unexpected places and to say it didn't go well was a major understatement. Certain circumstances make them become enemies to tolerable company to friends to lovers.

Trigger Warnings: Abuse and Swearing

1957 words | Part 1 | Read on AO3

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Cassian was waiting. And waiting. And waiting. He waited for the day he would forget the woman’s face. He waited for the day he could close his eyes without seeing her blue-grey eyes blazing in anger. He waited for the day he wouldn’t burn his bacon because he was thinking about her.

He had mused, how the face of a stranger was branded into his mind vividly. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t wondered if they’ve known each other before or have seen each other somewhere, anywhere before the day in the mall—even if on photographs or at an event or at another shopping mall. Still, he desperately wanted to forget about her. He wanted to forget that she ever existed. He wanted to forget their encounter in the mall that day. He wanted to forget everything about her, even though deep down, he knew what he wanted was far from forgetting her.

But he couldn’t afford this. He couldn’t afford to think about her at all times. He was getting distracted at work. His part-time job as a martial-arts instructor and as a sommelier was in a precarious position if it went on like this. He nearly tore one of his student’s muscles in his centre and got at least 5 orders wrong at the restaurant he was working at.

On a Saturday noon, Cassian decided the best way to clear his head was to dive into a war book or reread Secrets Of The Sommeliers for probably the millionth time.

* * *

Nesta flinched at the sudden ping of the oven timer. Again. She’d been thinking about him again. This was the fourth time in the whole week when she burned her cheese sandwich and she was getting so tired of this. She urgently needed a way to stop thinking about him. To stop seeing his insufferable grin whenever she closed her eyes. To stop thinking about him at almost all times.

It struck her as odd, the fact they didn’t even know each other’s names but she kept seeing his face as if they’ve known each other before. She gasped. What if they had known each other before? What if they were probably neighbours from Nesta’s old house or classmates or maybe they went to the same college. Nesta shook her head.

But why should she care? No, she doesn’t care. She doesn’t care what his name is or if he even has a name. She doesn’t care if she’s had the misfortune of seeing him before or if that was the first she’s seeing him. Or so she kept telling herself. She couldn’t afford to have him occupy her thoughts. She had better things to do. But all these excuses weren't enough to stop her from still thinking about him.

Nesta looked at her clock. It was a Saturday, almost noon. Maybe reading a spicy book or two will help.

* * *

Cassian loved the House of Wind library and bookstore. They had a variety of books in almost any genre. He'll admit though, that some of the librarians here are better left alone. He was lucky he came here often and therefore knew a handful of the merrier librarians. He made a beeline for his favourite section, books related to wine, best books for sommeliers.

On his way to the shelves he had committed to memory, he realised that there was a big poster about their annual Free Premium Membership Fest where 20 fortunate, early birds would get their membership card updated to premium with a number of privileges. Cassian's whole being was elevated. He missed the last fest they held and had been waiting for the next fest. He wondered how he could forget such an important thing. Oh. Right. Of course. A certain lady was occupying his thoughts. He sighed. He forgot about that too.

He was quite disappointed when he reached the counter. The fest started yesterday and the computer stated that there was only one person left till 20. What truly disappointed him was that Clotho wasn't at the counter as she usually was. Maybe she'll be in the—

“If you're done staring at the computer maybe you could deign to move so it can really serve its purpose of being a public property?” Cass froze. He'd know that voice anywhere. This was the voice taunting him at all times. “And if you have coffee in your hands, I'd suggest you turn slowly.”

He smirked. So she knew who she was talking to.

“Well, looks like the damage would be lesser this time since your clothes aren't white,” he observed.

“I figured black would hide stains caused by ogling, clumsy people better than white,” she said. “Now, if you could move, I want to register for the Membership Fest.”

“Register? What do you mean by ‘I want to register for the Membership Fest’?”

“A register, you know,” she teased, “Something like a form where you fill your details if you want to join something?” She smirked at his glare.

“Well,” he said, “if there is a register let me fill it first.”

“Because your ego is bigger?”

“Ha-ha, very funny,” he dead-panned. “I came here first.”

“Here as in the counter or the library? Because I’m pretty sure I stepped into this library first.”

Cassian quickly checked the database where the information of all members appeared. He turned back to her with a self-satisfied smirk. “The database shows otherwise, sweetheart.”

She scowled. “I don’t believe you. You might’ve tampered with the information.”

He moved slightly to the side to give her a better view. Her scowled deepened.

She rounded on him. “You,” seethed. “You did—”

“Hello,” a new, shy voice said.

“Hey, Gwyn,” they both said in symphony.

A look of surprise crossed over her features before it faded away. When the woman turned to Gwyn, she wore a huge smile. “Oh, look, she smiles,” he muttered, earning him a glare.

“Is the fest still on?” Cassian asked.

Gwyneth Berdara, one of the joyful librarians here, said, “Unfortunately, not. We just got our 20th member.”

Cassian’s face fell. He noticed the same of the woman too. Gwyn, always the optimistic one, said cheerfully, “Maybe we could reserve one for the both of you next year?”

They both murmured their assent before Gwyn offered her farewell and went back to the staffroom.

The woman turned back to him. “This is all your fault,” she hissed and stalked out of the library, leaving Cassian more confused than ever.

* * *

Nesta went to the library to find solace or at least a semblance of it. Seeing the man there, however, left Nesta more rattled than she would care to admit. Rattled, and angry. Angry at the universe for giving them these unfortunate encounters. Angry at him for following her wherever she went. Angry at herself for feeling such futile emotions. Angry at her body for reacting to him.

She was also upset that she didn’t get a free premium member cr

Nesta was so occupied with her thoughts and emotions that she didn’t realise she was taking the wrong route. She wasn’t familiar with this part of Velaris. She also didn’t realise she was being followed. It was distinct, the sound of hushed breathing, of the soft thuds of footfalls. The footsteps sounded heavier which most probably meant it was a man. She couldn’t really be sure, though. This was a person who was not experienced in stalking but was trying hard enough.

Nesta knew she shouldn’t panic but couldn’t help the bout of fear that crashed through her. Nesta tried to stay calm. She tried to make sure she didn't quicken her pace. She tried, cauldron, she really did. But her fear was slowly overpowering her senses. She felt the urge to run away from her stalker.

But that wouldn’t be wise. Running away from her stalker isn’t a good choice. It wasn’t smart. Who’s to know he wasn’t armed? What if he was faster than her? What if her stalker was faster than her? He might be stronger too. He could over power her and cage her in. She didn’t even know what his motive was.

Then, Nesta made a ridiculously huge, dumb mistake. She turned to an abandoned alley. At least it looked abandoned. She let out a frustrated breath. Running away was at least better than getting stuck in an alley. So much for ‘that wouldn't be wise’. She looked around, trying to get a sense of where she was or if there were any means of escape, however meager it might be.

Suddenly, she was slammed to the alley wall. The rough cold stone was unforgiving and unyielding under her cheek. Her windpipe was closed off and she was struggling to get some air in. She fought to get free but her captor —a man, as she guessed— was too strong. Somehow, his hands felt familiar to her. As if she were long acquainted with this person’s touch.

“What do you want?” she gasped out.

He chuckled, the sound grating through her very bones.

“My little Nesta,” he whispered, his hot breath ghosting the shell of her ear. “Ever the stubborn one.”

That voice. It was one that she couldn’t forget as hard as she tried. Tomas Mandray, her ex-boyfriend, was someone not easily forgotten.

“Tomas,” she said. She couldn’t bring herself to be nice. Not now, not after how he treated her. “What the fuck do you want? Let me go.”

“I see you haven’t changed at all.”

“I can say the same of you.”

“Mhm. You broke up with me and then you called the police. Got me stuck behind bars for two fucking months.”

“Good riddance,” she muttered.

He slammed her head against the wall. Hard. Blinding pain shot through her. He yanked her hair so hard she was afraid chunks of it came out. Her head only throbbed harder.

“Manners were never your cup of tea,” he hissed.

“You were not that kind either. You were an empowering, possessive bastard and I don’t regret watching you grovel to the police for freedom for one fucking moment and I won’t ever.”

He growled and slammed her head against the wall again. She cried out and was pretty sure she heard something crack. She felt the metallic tang of blood on her lips, streaming from her nose freely.

“Oh, you will. You’ll regret everything. Every. Single. Thing. For your whole god-damned life. I’ll make sure of it, bitch,” he promised.

He tightened his grip on her hair that sent another wave of agony through her. She caught the glint of something in the fading sunlight. A knife. Of course he had a knife.

He had a knife while she was a mess, kneeling on an alley, completely at the mercy of one of the people who hated her the most. Pathetic. So, so, pathetic. She hated herself for whimpering. She hated herself for being this weak. She hated that she had gotten panicked enough that she turned to an alley, where no one would know.

Here, in this unknown alley, with the person she hated the most, Nesta Archeron was going to die. She was going to die a death as unknown as the place she was in. Maybe even without her sisters knowing. Shit. Her sisters. If only she showed all her love to sweet Elain and brave Feyre, if only she even went to meet her brother-in-laws, Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian, maybe things would’ve been different. She closed her eyes, fighting the emotion in her throat. I’m sorry Elain, Feyre, Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian, I’m so, so sorry, was the last thing in her head before she felt acute pain and succumbed to the dragging talons of oblivion.

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❣︎Moving In With The Haikyuu Guys❣︎

❣︎Warnings❣︎: None other then a tiny bit of spice 🤏🏽

❣︎Genre❣︎: Fluff

❣︎Featuring❣︎: Tanaka,Nishinoya,Akaashi,Kenma, and Ushijima

❣︎A/N❣︎: I really like this idea a lottttttt. I decoded to add a random drabble for when you guys are moved in too. It’d be pretty cool if you gusy sent request so send awayyyyyy. Anywhoo Enjoy :)

Tanaka:

Moving in with this man will be just as chaotic as him.

You guys had spent a long time looking at apartments because you guys wanted to be sure it was perfect.

So when you guys finally get the keys, Tanaka will be carrying you bridal style through the door and speeds around the place.

“RYU PUT ME DOWN!”

“Can’t babe, we gotta practice for later!”

He continues to speed around the apartment finally stopping in the kitchen.

He places you on the counter and looks at you with the widest smile

“This is it baby, just you and me.”

He gives you the sweetest kiss before throwing off his shirt off

“Let’s do this!”

If it was up to him, he wouldn’t of had you lift anything but you insisted on helping

But that doesn’t mean he’s gonna let you lift anything too heavy.

By the end of the day, you guys have successfully moved in all the boxes and the very few pieces of furniture you guys did own.

But you guys forgot to buy food… so ordering in it is.

I could easily imagine the two of you pigging out on Chinese food on the floor as you imagine how you two are gonna decorate the place.

You both were exhausted so after sharing a quick shower, you both passed out on the mattress the two of you had set up on the floor.

Tanaka held you extra tight that night, knowing every night would be as amazing as this one.

Random Scenario

You were enjoying a little alone time just scrolling through your phone while you waited for Tanaka to come home from the corner store. All you wanted was a bag of chips, so you were starting to get concerned seeing as he still wasn’t back yet. You knew something was wrong. You hear the door slam and you sit up.“What did you do Ryu?”

He comes from the hallway with a cage.

“Okay babe hear me out!”

“What is that?!” You stand up and walk up to him

“It’s a hamster.” You stare down at the cage with the tiny dwarf hamster as its little beady eyes blinked up at you. Shit its cute.

“I got the cage and food and everything she needs.”

Your lips turned into a pout “It’s a she?”

“Yup!” Dammit! You’re supposed to be mad.

“How much did all this cost?” You almost don’t wanna know.

“Don’t worry about it.” Tanaka places the cage on the counter and reaches into a plastic bag.

“Oh- and I got your chips.”

You were probably gonna strangle him… but he’ll live.

Nishinoya:

Moving in with Noya… is an experience and a half

And probably the most unorganized if we’re being honest.

This man didn’t label any of his boxes and kinda just threw everything together.

He also has a lot of stuff.

He’s traveled a lot so he has a bunch of knick knacks.

You guys walk into your small but homey apartment and he sighs

He looks back and forth between the kitchen and living area.

“Man the sex is gonna be GREAT!” You smack his chest hard.

“We have neighbors!”

“Oh yea!”

Will your neighbors hate you guys, probably.

Noya has music blasting as you move in all your stuff and it isn’t until after dark you guys get everything.

You close and lock the front door and wipe your forehead.

Noya walks into the middle of the living room and starts taking off his shirt

“Yu what are you doing?”

He continues to remove his clothes until he is stripped down to his boxers

“We have to set some rules in this house! Rule number one, no clothes allowed!”

He goes to remove the last piece of clothing but you run and stop him.

“STOP We don't have curtains!”

Does the night end with you guys “breaking in” the new apartment

Yes, yes it does 😉

Random Scenario

Living with Nishinoya taught you a lot. And you guys definitely learned a lot about each other. One thing is that he loves spa days. You guys have made it a tradition to have a relaxing day together full of face masks and long soaks in the tub every Sunday. He loves it when you tie his hair up with a scrunchie as you paint his face with clay masks. He surprised you one Sunday with matching bathrobes with your initials on it. You excitedly changed into it and followed the same ritual as always. You guys had gotten new bath bombs and best believe the man was excited. He always lets you get in first and he slides in behind you. You place the bath bomb in and lean against him as you close your eyes. He rubs his hands up and down your body as he lays soft kisses on your shoulders.

“You know I love you right.” He softly kisses the nape of your neck.

“Mmhmm I know. I love you too” You turn and caress his cheek.

“I could fall asleep like this.”

“Me too.” You get comfortable laying against his chest and try your best not to drift off in his arms.

Akaashi:

Akaashi would be the most organized when it comes to moving. Everything is placed away neatly in boxes and of course labeled (With his label maker of course).

He would never use garbage bags to pack stuff

He would have everything separated based on category.

For sure the thing that would take the longest would be his books.

This man has a mini library I swear

So best believe it would probably take a day to organize his books the way he likes.

“Oh my god why are these books so heavy.”

“Cause they are all hardcover”

He takes the boxes from you and you quickly realize that a lot of his stuff is his books

Of course you guys are lacking furniture for a while but that’s partially because you guys have a hard time deciding what pieces you should get.

Akaashi needed an office for sure with his job.

You would surprise him with a really nice bookcase, cause there is no way his old one would work here.

Random Scenario

Akaashi is a really hard worker, and though he is not exactly where he wants to be in his career, he still gives it his all. It is a pretty demanding job, so there have been many sleepless nights for him. He usually falls asleep a lot at his desk. Tonight was another one of those nights. You wake up in the middle of the night to see his side of the bed untouched. You sleepily climb out of bed and walk straight to his office. You slowly creek open the door.

“Keiji, are you awake?” You get no response. You walk further into the room to see him slumped over his desk with his glasses hanging off his face. You push the strands of hair away from his face and gently shake him awake. His eyes flutter open and he quickly shoots up in his chair.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep here.” He rubs the sleep from his eyes and sits up cracking his back.

“It’s okay, just come to bed. Your work will be here in the morning,” You take his hand and walk back to the room with him. He quickly slides back into bed and forces himself to keep his eyes open until you’re in bed with him. As soon as you are under the covers he knocks out. You softly brush your hand over his face before falling back asleep yourself.

Kenma:

Kenma isn’t exactly the easiest person to move in with. Not because of anything bad, but because this man just hates the essence of moving.

Packing up all your stuff to move it and to take it all out again

It really sucks

And it honestly kind of stresses him out.

Especially with his gaming setup. He was sure to pack all his equipment as best he could.

And during the moving process he didn’t have the time to stream so that kinda bothered him too.

But because of all the stress, he is that much more grateful when you guys have finished moving in.

With your help, he managed to put a temporary set up with his chair so he could finally stream again.

When it comes to decorating, he doesn’t really care. If you like it, he likes it.

Probably would ban Kuroo from coming over.

“Kozu, Kuroo is asking to hang out.”

“Tell him no”. He continues to focus on his game.

“Why not? You haven’t seen him in a while.”

“And I would like to keep it that way.”

You wrap your arms over his shoulder and kiss his cheek.

“Well I already invited him for dinner.”

You knew he secretly wanted to see him, he just had a weird way of showing it

And in the end, you three had a great night together.

Random Scenario

You are about to throw the switch at the television as Kenma won another round of Super Smash Bros. He sits back on the couch with a smug grin on his face and you kick him lightly.

“Again! I’m gonna beat you at least once!” You sit at the end of the couch leaning forward as you start the round for the twentieth time tonight.

“ You know, it gets kinda boring winning all the time.” He yawns.

“Oh shut up, I’m gonna win this time!”

“If you say so.”

You are practically slamming your hands against the buttons and it is doing nothing in your favor.

Kenma laughs out loud as your health bar goes down quickly. You quickly retaliate with the same kick over and over, blocking him into a corner. You scream as you get a lead on him and slowly take down his health.

“Stop using the same moves.” Kenma sits forward a bit annoyed as it is actually working.

“Don’t be salty now”

It becomes an intense match but you ultimately lose. You throw yourself over Kenma’s lap as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“It’s not fair!” You whine out as he lays his hands comfortably on your waist.

“You tried your best” He teased as you leaned in to give him a quick kiss. You lean back with a pout and get off his lap.

“What?” He stands up and reaches for you but you go running down the hall.

“You want a kiss, you’re gonna have to catch me!” Kenma questions whether or not he should take part in your juvenile game but it doesn’t take much convincing as runs after you.

Ushijima:

Moving in with Ushy Gushyyyyyyyyy😩 (I’m sorrry)

Moving in with Ushijima is surprisingly pretty easy

But the one condition was that you had to get house plants

And a lot of them!

But that’s okay, cause they are all your plant babies

(He names them all)

You guys also needed a balcony, it didn’t have to be a big one, but enough to have some plants outside as well as at least 2 chairs.

The apartment was perfect for you both. Plenty of space for both you and him along with all your babies.

Moving all your stuff was really easy and Ushijima didn’t let you lift a finger.

“Toshi can I please do something! There are so many boxes.”

“I told you sweetheart I got it.”

You crossed your arms as you pouted.

But you gotta say, for doing all the moving by himself, he got it done really quick.

And it was a nice view if you know what I mean 😏

Man rolled up his sleeves and mmmmhmmm

Anywhoooooo

The plants were last and you both took your time placing them around the house.

Did you have any furniture

No

But you have plants so you’ll be fine

Random Scenario

Your mornings started way earlier ever since you moved in. Him being an early riser stuck with you too. You climb out of bed wearing a big T-shirt of his and find Ushijima sitting shirtless with two cups of hot tea on the balcony. You open the sliding door and he turns around.

“Good morning darling.” You lean over and kiss his forehead.

“Morning Toshi.” You sit in your respective seat and he passes you the hot mug,

The sun is slowly rising as you both peacefully sip your tea. You lay your legs over his lap and his calloused hands run up and down your bare legs.

“Have you already watered the plants?”

“Yea, right before you got up.”

You mumble a response and continue looking out towards the sunrise. You listened as he softly went over his plans for the day; he was going to be super busy with practice. But that didn’t matter. In this moment it was just you and him and all your plant babies.

[lloydskywalkers]

Hey, I sent this ask once already but I don't think it went through??? (If it did I apologize for bugging you!) I read this fic you wrote a while ago about Lloyd and Ronin talking during season 5 after that part where Morro sends that fake message, and I'd like to read it again but I can't find it? Could you link it please? Sorry again for bothering you.

Hey no don’t worry about it, I’m glad you asked!! One, because I’m almost positive Tumblr ate your other ask; and two, because I am a hundred percent positive Tumblr also ate that particular fic :’) I was going to just repurpose it for a later season 5 fic, but I’ll go ahead and post it below the cut in case you’d like to read it a whole lot sooner XD

If Lloyd was any less exhausted right now, he’d have some choice words for Morro about shoving him in a cage, of all things. 

Because really, of all things, a cage? Again? Morro’s so proud of himself and his precious plan, he could at least get creative while he’s at it. Spice Lloyd’s life up a little every once in a while, instead of sticking with the same stupid routine every other person who’s ever gone after his powers has. 

But unfortunately, Lloyd is so bone-tired right now he doesn’t even know if he could manage a glare hot enough for Morro, and if he’s going to pick a fight with him, he’d like to be able to finish it without passing out from sheer exhaustion in the middle. He’s been humiliated enough, and he’s clinging to the meager shreds of his pride he has left with a stubbornness.  

A stubbornness that’s fading faster than he’d like, so when it takes Ronin three tries before Lloyd realizes he’s saying something to him, it feels a bit like rubbing salt in a wound. 

“Huh?” he manages, scrubbing at his eye and wincing as the bruise behind it throbs. His vision clears a bit, at least, enough to where Ronin stops looking as much like a brown blob on the floor and more like…well, Ronin, tied up on the floor. 

Right, he remembers, with a sinking pit of ice in his stomach. They’d used Ronin to send a message to the others. The thought of his team heading into a trap makes his stomach writhe into painful knots, and he struggles to sit up, as much as he can in the cramped cage. 

“I asked if you were alive up there,” Ronin’s saying. He still looks pale and shaken from when Morro possessed him earlier, but his voice sounds firmer than it did, less like the trembling rasp he’d tried to curse Morro out with before he’d left them both alone. 

Save your strength. I’ll be needing it. 

Morro’s words float through Lloyd’s head like particularly unwelcome knives, and he shoves the thought of what’s coming away.

“I’m—” his attempt at a reply cuts off in harsh coughing, his throat dry and scratchy from hosting Morro’s voice as much as he has. And probably from the lack of hydration. That might have something to do with it. “Yeah, m’alive,” he finally manages, his voice thin. 

“Figured that, with all the racket up there,” Ronin says, but there’s a note of relief in his voice. 

Lloyd doesn’t know what to say back to that, so he shuts his mouth, staring hazily at the bars of the cage as they blur and swim in his vision. Ronin doesn’t say anything either, save for an occasional huff as he twists his arms in his bonds, rubbing his hands together as if to quell the small tremors that still run through them. Lloyd studies him closer, how unnaturally grey his color still is, and his stomach twists again. He knows too well how that feels.  

Maybe he should have picked that fight. 

Lloyd bites his lip, slumping back against the cage bars. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, and he hates how young he sounds.

Ronin tilts his head up at him, the corners of his eyes creasing. “What are you sorry for?” he says. “You’ve got it a lot worse than me, kid.”

“Well— maybe, but—” Lloyd stutters. “It’s my…if I hadn’t…I should’ve fought back. When he possessed you, and…everything else.”

“In your shape?” Ronin eyes him, and Lloyd shrinks under his scrutiny. “You look like death warmed over. In a busted microwave. Nice sentiment, kid, but there’s no sense in gettin’ yourself trashed for me.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten trashed,” Lloyd mutters, crossing his arms tighter around himself.

“Yeah, you would’ve, already have,” Ronin scoffs. “You’re just like the rest of ‘em, suicidal hero kids, all of you.”

“I’m the Green Ninja,” Lloyd snaps, hoping desperately that Ronin doesn’t catch the waver in his voice. “I’m not — I should be able to take him. I shouldn’t be here, I should—“

“Please,” Ronin cuts over him, sounding tired. “You’re what, ten?”

Lloyd blinks rapidly, before scowling. “I’m fourteen.”

“—fourteen, FSM help me.” Ronin runs a hand over his forehead, trailing it down to pinch the bridge of his nose. He shakes his head, going silent for a beat.

“Fourteen,” he repeats, voice quieter. “FSM.”

Lloyd doesn’t know what to say back to that, either. He feels very small and a bit stupid, which is kind of how he’s been feeling all the time lately, and he’s not a fan. 

“Still should’ve stopped him,” he finally mumbles, wrapping his arms around his legs so he can rest his chin on his knees. 

“You couldn’t’ve stopped him,” Ronin says, bluntly. “Morro’s crazy, kid. He’s hellbent on that Green Ninja thing, and he’s the kinda hellbent that gets people killed.”

Lloyd frowns. “It’s my title. It’s my job, I want to be able to keep it—“

“Could you kill someone for it?”

Lloyd flinches back, eyes going wide. “Wha— no! No, I couldn’t — wouldn’t, I’m not — I don’t—“

“There you go, kid,” Ronin sighs, cutting over Lloyd’s floundering. “Morro doesn’t care how many people he has to get rid of, so long as he gets that gi. He’s always gonna have that upper hand on you. Different playing fields.”

Lloyd stares at him, taken aback. He’s never thought about it like that before, and he doesn’t think he’d like to. Just because Morro’s more — more bloodthirsty, or whatever, doesn’t mean he’s stronger. It doesn’t mean Lloyd won’t fight for the green gi.

Lloyd presses his lips together. “That doesn’t mean — I’d still fight for it. I-I’d die for it, if I had to.”

“I bet you would,” Ronin snorts, without humor. “But you won’t kill anyone else. Death is only on the board if it’s yours. You’re the worst kind of selfless type, I’ve seen it before.”

Lloyd chews on his lip, at a loss. Talking with Ronin is confusing, he decides, too confusing for the headache that’s building behind his eyes, at least. He keeps ending up lost for words, and he doesn’t like that. Doesn’t like feeling wrong-footed, though that’s definitely nothing new—

“You shouldn’t,” Ronin suddenly says. 

“Huh?”

“Die for it,” he continues, sounding insistent now. “You shouldn’t. Don’t. Your life’s worth a lot more than some scrap of green, kid.”

Lloyd tilts his head, momentarily thrown by the direction the conversation’s turned. “I…I don’t want to,” he admits, weakly. “I just—“

“Then don’t,” Ronin interrupts, bluntly. “Stay alive. Fight dirty if you have to, you’re Garmadon’s kid. Don’t let your family’s never-ending fling with destiny take you down with ‘em.”

“That’s not — I’m not trying to die,” Lloyd insists, irritated now. 

“And you got people waiting for you,” Ronin continues, ignoring him. “Your team, y’know, they’re real anxious to get you back.” A flicker of emotion crosses his face, almost like regret. “They’re uh. Puttin’ up a real fight for ya, kid.”

Lloyd squeezes his eyes shut tightly, fighting back the sudden burn. “I know they are.” 

“Good thing, then. So just, uh. Don’t give up on ‘em, okay? Be a real shame if they gave me this much trouble for nothing.”

Yeah, I’ll bet they gave you trouble, Lloyd thinks, his throat tightening. He shakes his head, blinking back the burn in his eyes. Enough. His family’s out there, fighting for him, and that’s enough for him. 

“I’m not gonna die,” he says fiercely, dragging the fire that’s left in him from the smoldering embers in his chest. “I’m gonna beat him. And then I’m going to end the Cursed Realm, before it ever gets here. And I am not. Going to die.”

Ronin’s eyes flash with an emotion Lloyd can’t name, but he nods, seemingly satisfied. He turns away, the scars on his cheek standing out as he stares through the clouded window. 

“You know what’s in the Cursed Realm, right, kid?”

Ronin’s voice is gravely, rough in ways that makes Lloyd think of the hardened kind of people he’d run into on the streets occasionally. People who were used to life going the worst way possible, and were ready for it. He used to want to be one of those people. Now he thinks he might be scared he’s going to get his wish. 

But there’s an undercurrent of what could be sympathy in Ronin’s voice, if Lloyd looks for it. He swallows.

“Yeah,” he mumbles. “Yeah, I know.”

“You good with ending that, too?”

Lloyd swallows again, and this time it gets stuck in his throat.

“I have to be, I guess,” he whispers.

Ronin closes his eyes, leaning his head back against the wooden wall, and Lloyd feels kind of like he used to when he’d turn a test in at Darkley’s, and had no idea whether he’d passed or failed. “S’what I thought.”

Lloyd turns his head away, biting his lip hard enough to taste metal. 

He doesn’t know what to say to that, either, so he doesn’t say anything more. 

He’s supposed to be saving his strength, after all. 

[harrylee94]

In Worse Arms - Chapter 8

You can also find this on AO3!

Summary: “It’s not moving very fast anymore,” Cobb was saying. “I think it might be on its last legs.”

“Is it on its last legs, or…?” Din said, leaving the rest in silence.

Cobb understood though, and his hands curled into the hem of his jacket. “I… I think you’re right.”

Din sighed. “I’m sorry, I just want us to be prepared.”

Notes: So I made a promise to someone that I'd publish this for some motivation. Let it never be said that I don't keep my word.

TW for grief, I think? I'm not really sure how to TW this one beyond panicking tbh.

Chapter 7

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I Can’t Lose You

Din kept a closer eye on Cobb over the next few days, taking note of every sign of exhaustion, from something as small as a long blink to Cobb starting to nod off. He never did fall completely to sleep again, mostly due to Din’s help keeping him awake, but the fading in his edges became ever more translucent. Grogu knew something was wrong as well, and it made him agitated, making traveling with the baby more difficult than it already had been.

At least they knew that they were getting closer. It was only in slow increments, but Cobb swore that he could feel the distance between them getting shorter and shorter. It felt like a small consolation prize when Din was starting to be able to see through him now. He was approaching the sort of transparency that normal ghosts would have when they weren’t actively trying to be seen, and he really didn’t want to think about what that meant.

He tried to distract the both of them by talking to Cobb about what they would do after they’d got his body back -- a topic that had previously been taboo by unspoken agreement -- talking about how they’d move Cobb out of that tiny cage of a town, how he’d move in with Din and start work at the local bar. Din would visit him when he’s working sometimes and distract him too much, but Cobb wouldn’t mind. It would be difficult though, especially after they adopt Grogu properly, so it would probably happen less after they’d filled out all the paperwork, but then Cobb would come home to find his family waiting for him.

He decided later, while he was in the shower and alone for long enough for the emotions to hit, that it had been a bad idea, and that it had been taboo for a reason. At least the shower hid his tears.

And then a moment came that Din had dreaded would happen.

He was driving, as he usually was these days, though they’d stopped for lunch less than an hour earlier. It had been something vaguely healthy -- some sort of salad and some chicken mixed in -- and Grogu had been happy with his new snacks, but it had been a short stop. Cobb had insisted they keep going quite quickly, sooner than usual, saying his body was probably only a few miles away, and he was a jittery mess in the passenger seat.

“It’s not moving very fast anymore,” Cobb was saying. “I think it might be on its last legs.”

“Is it on its last legs, or…?” Din said, leaving the rest in silence.

Cobb understood though, and his hands curled into the hem of his jacket. “I… I think you’re right.”

Din sighed. “I’m sorry, I just want us to be prepared.”

“I know,” Cobb said with a sigh. “It’s just… I know my body didn’t look great last time, and I don-”

The word ended, cut off half way through, and Din was suddenly aware of the lack of a presence beside him. He rammed his foot on the break, steering onto the shoulder as fear doubled his heart rate.

“Cobb?”

Nothing, just a growing moan from Grogu who was probably a bit dazed from the sudden stop and the empty air.

“ Cobb?!”

Where was he? Had he phased through the truck like he had at the town border? No, he couldn’t see him on the road. Was he still in the truck? He unstrapped himself and went around to check the back, but all there was under the tarp was his tools.

Grogu’s moans turned into loud cries, and he swore quietly under his breath for letting his panic make him overlook a child that was so heavily dependent on him. He rushed back around the truck and pulled the baby out and into his arms, picking the frog toy up from where it had been dropped.

“Hey, he, it’s… it’s okay,” he said, trying to calm the baby down, but even he could hear the lingering tension in his voice. He didn’t know how to get rid of it while he was still panicking though.

Cobb was gone. He’d vanished without any warning, and he was just… gone.

He held Grogu close to him as he looked around, frantically looking for the ghost, for his friend, for his partner , but there was nothing to be seen of him.

“Cobb,” he muttered, eyes burning at the thought of having lost him when they were so close to the end, so close to finding his body and getting that thing out.

He didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help but think that Cobb had vanished back to the town border, that this was some sort of long, delayed thing where the town had never lost its grasp on him and was only now pulling him back. Or maybe Cobb had been pulled into the afterlife, but then what would that mean for his body? Was it dead? Had that creature found a new host like it had done with Cobb and left it abandoned somewhere that Din would never find?

Grogu was crying hard now, and Din forced himself to focus on him, rubbing his back and trying to use the frog toy to get him to calm down, or at least think about something else. Grogu wasn’t having any of it though, and he was looking around just as much as Din was, looking for their missing man.

Din ended up resorting to singing, something he’d usually leave up to Cobb as he didn’t like sharing his voice often, but he would try for Grogu’s sake. It wasn’t the same songs -- he didn’t know all the lyrics to what Cobb would sing -- but he pulled some from his faded memories of his parents, thinking of his mom singing and humming in the kitchen while she worked, of his dad singing along with the radio as he danced with her.

He’d wanted to dance with Cobb like that one day, to dance with him in the privacy of a shared home, to share his culinary skills, to hold him at night while he slept, to help him feel human again and showed him that he… that he…

He choked on a sob, pressing his mouth and nose to Grogu’s hair as tears dripped from his eyes. He didn’t want to let go of that dream. Not yet.

Maybe… maybe Cobb would come back. Yes, that could happen. He could wait for a few hours; he’d done it before when Cobb had fallen asleep, he could do it again now. He just had to keep himself from thinking.

Sobbing baby in his arms, he turned on the radio for the first time in almost a month, finding himself choking up when the static didn’t stick and the tunes were projected from the speakers, and then he sat down in the back seat, legs hanging out the open door as he tried to get Grogu to calm and to keep him entertained.

He bounced the baby on his knees, he used the frog, he even tried singing along with the radio, but that just made him feel more upset. Grogu, at least, took some comfort in hugging himself close to Din’s chest, curling into his body as he sniffled and clutched at Din’s shirt and his toy. The singing seemed to soothe him the most, so Din kept it up, despite how it made his chest ache.

Time passed painfully slowly, Din only able to keep track of it through the changing of songs, though he couldn’t tell for certain how long they were. It was after about four of them, while he was rocking Grogu in an attempt to get him to fall asleep, then he suddenly noticed the crackling edges of static.

His voice fell into silence, curling his arms around Grogu a little more tightly as he listened, waiting as the static only grew louder and louder, until that was all that could be heard.

And then, with a great gasp, Cobb reappeared just outside the door, stumbling and falling to his hands and knees as he seemed to dry heave on the ground.

“Cobb!” Din called, jumping out of the truck to kneel at his side. He almost sobbed in relief, but Cobb continued to retch for another minute before he could pull himself upright again.

The ghost was even more translucent than before, Din barely able to make out his edges anymore, which was much worse than usual ghosts. He looked more like a projection than a person now, and when Cobb finally met his eyes, the soft brown of them had been replaced with white.

“Cobb…”

“Din?” the ghost said, reaching out for him only for his hand to go through Din’s arm. “I… I’m back?”

“You’re back,” Din told him with a nod, holding Grogu back from trying to touch Cobb. “What happened? Where did you go?”

Cobb shook his head. “I’m almost out of time, Din.”

He swallowed. “Th-then we have to be quick! We have to find it and save you!”

Cobb frowned, as though the thought was difficult for him, and slowly nodded. “Yes. We have to be quick.”

Din shivered at how empty Cobb’s voice sounded, the emotion that had always coloured it and made it beautiful as faded as Cobb’s form was. “Cobb.”

“... Din?” Cobb said, blinking slowly before shaking himself. Suddenly he pulled himself straight, frowning again, this time in confusion and fear, and when he met Din’s gaze this time Din could see the brown of his irises again. “What’s happening to me?”

Din almost sighed in relief at the familiar tone, the deadness gone again, but the fact that it had been there in the first place terrified him.

“I don’t know,” Din said, “but we have to get you back to your body. I don’t know how much longer you’ll last like this.”

“It’s close,” Cobb told him, looking off in the distance. “Only a few miles away. It’s… That’s where I was. I was there, with it. My body, it… It looks awful, Din. It tried to pull me back in, but that thing pushed me out again. It was like the first time all over again…”

“Get in the truck,” Din ordered, rising himself to put the struggling Grogu in his car seat.

Cobb followed with what looked like a lot of effort, not waiting for Din to open the door for him to climb onto his seat. Din quickly shut off the radio when he got behind the wheel and turned the engine back on.

“Tell me.”

“It… My body looks so thin,” Cobb explained, clutching at his sides. “I think this is what happens when it uses a body too much. We’ve been chasing it across the country, haven’t given it a chance to find a new face, and now it’s run out of time.” Cobb looked over at Din with worry. “If we corner it, it’s going to go after you.”

Din nodded and twisted the grip on the wheel. “I thought that might happen.”

“I don’t know how I can help with this,” Cobb said. “I… I don’t want it to take you too.”

“It won’t,” Din replied, giving Cobb what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “You said your body was thin so that means it’ll be weak. I can take it.”

“And if you can’t?” Cobb asked. “You have to think about Grogu. Who will protect him if you lose?”

Din swallowed. “You’ll die if we don’t do this.”

“Din-”

“No, I’m doing this, Cobb,” Din snapped, glaring at him. “I can’t lose you.”

Cobb said nothing for a long while, just stared back as Din turned his attention back to the road, but then he nodded. “Alright then. Just promise me that if things go south, you get out of there.”

“I promise.”

“Okay. It’s at a construction site just outside of the next town...”

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LOTS of angst today, but, if you're very lucky, I might end up posting one more chapter today! I seem to be in the right mood for writing this afternoon.

Chapter 9

[lovemalecforever]

Chapter 17

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

*Before leaving for the forest*

A loud yawn escaped from Jace's mouth before he could stop it, earning a light smack and an eye roll from his Parabatai.

"What was that for?" He asked sleepily, blinking hard to stay awake.

"I only asked Clary to create me a portal, not for you all to gather to see me off. I'll only be gone for a day."

"We wanted to see you before you leave, big brother. When you get back you won't be a mortal anymore." Izzy said, trying to suppress the yawn and failing badly.

"I agree, I missed Fray's calling upon the angel thingy, at least I can see off before you leave to become immortal." Simon defended his girlfriend.

"Why is he here, again?" Alec said, eyeing Simon.

"Because we wanted to see you as a mortal Shadowhunter one last time kid!" Luke said while walking towards the gang with Maryse.

"Luke! Mom!" Alec's eyes widened. "Now don't tell me Max is here too!"

As on cue, Max chimed in. "You're gonna have wings when you return Alec? Like real wings? That would be so cool!"

"Seriously!" Alec looked at his family around him and wanted to bang his head on the wall, only the looks on their faces stopped him from doing so.

"Alec, my boy, Luke is right. What you're going to do is a big step, we just wanted to be there for you before you take this step and tell you that we all are there for you, and we all love you, mortal or not."

"Thank you, Mom, all of you. Now, can you please create the portal Clary?" He asked, a little frustrated.

"Before that," Jace interrupted, "handle me your phone, Alec." He said, stretching out his palm in front of him.

"What? Why?"

"As I remember, Catarina said that you're 'awakening' will be really powerful. Do you want to shatter your phone into pieces?"

Alec took out his phone but hesitated.

"Alec, we'll handle it if Magnus calls, don't worry," Clary said, noticing the way he hesitated.

"Don't worry big brother, you're doing this for Magnus right? We'll handle him if he calls any of us, okay?"

Alec sighed. "Okay." He handed the phone to Jace. "Now, the portal."

Clary stepped forward and created a portal for him. He looked around to see his family and thanked them all for their support then stepped into the portal.

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*Later- Jace's room*

Jace stirred in his sleep when his whole body suddenly started aching. He started twisting and turning, then jolted awake, sweat dribbling from his whole body.

Clary, who was sound asleep on his chest, jolted awake.  "Jace, what's wrong?" She asked, completely alarmed.

"D... Don't know. My whole body, it's aching, precisely my shoulders or around there."

Clary touched his back to soothe him a little but he flinched so she backed away, not sure how to help him.

"Sorry, didn't mean to. But my whole bo...." Before he could finish a loud scream escaped from his mouth.

"Jace!" She quickly wrapped her arms around him and started rubbing his back, unsure what else to do.

"I don't know what's happening, Clary. My back!" He grunted in pain.

"Jace! Try to relax, okay? Just breathe!" She ran her fingers through his long golden hair and continued rubbing soothing circles on his back when something caught her eye.

"J..Jace, your Parabatai rune!"

Jace looked down at his rune which was glowing in a goldish silver color. They exchanged a confused look, they've never seen a rune glowing in silver.

"Alec! He's.. he's in pain. I need to get to him."

"Jace, wait! Remember, we can't be there. This might be an awakening like Catarina told us. He would be fine, Jace. Come here now." She grabbed her boyfriend and caged him in her tiny arms, planting a soft kiss on his neck.

"I hope he is, Clairebear. The pain I felt... if this was what I felt then Alec..." He trailed off, shivering from the thought of how much pain his brother would be going through. And also utterly confused by the silver glow of his rune.

"Try to sleep, Jace. He will be fine."

Jace nodded, knowing that the pain had now faded, Alec would be fine. But that did make him worried about his Parabatai. He sighed frustratingly knowing he couldn't do anything about it, then laid down again, but this time on his girlfriend's chest, listening to the rhythmic beats of her heart which helped him to calm down. He closed his eyes, giving in completely to the soothing sound of his girlfriend's heartbeats.

Clary looked at the sleeping form of Jace on her chest and smiled fondly, stroking his scalp soothingly. She of all the people knew that behind a cocky, stubborn, egoistic, strong, self-centered Shadowhunter is a lost, soft-hearted, emotional, and broken person, who wants nothing but love. Not long after, she drifted to sleep.

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*Later that day*

*Alicante*

Magnus was thoroughly exhausted, he worked the whole day trying to distract himself from the disappointment, guilt, and constant emptiness but it was still there, as bright as a summer day, adding to his exhaustion more than before. His house was way too empty for his liking. After last night, lying to his husband, he couldn't help but feel guilty about it. He just wanted to be in his shadowhunter's arms badly. He wanted him home, but he knew that he couldn't, he was away for work. He wouldn't disturb him or ask him to come back just because he was being selfish.

He sighed, rubbed his face then looked down at the plate kept on the table and gently pushed it away. He didn't have an appetite, didn't want to. The pin-drop silence of the apartment was nerve-wracking. At one point he would have enjoyed this solitude, but not right now. It was too much for him. He got up, created a portal, and quickly stepped into it.

When he stepped out of the portal he was outside that bar in Germany again. taking a deep breath, he stepped inside, went to the counter, and ordered a neat whiskey.  as he took a huge sip of it, his shoulders slumped. after finishing the first glass, he ordered a refill, completely oblivious to a figure approaching him.

The woman eyed him from a distance, setting up a plan in her mind as she started walking towards him. She had long thick black hair with red highlights, deep black eyes, and had a perfect eyeliner traced above it, with deep red eyeshadow, and pale skin. Her glossy black lipstick stood out from her pale skin tone. She wore a shimmering black sheath dress with a deep sweetheart neckline, defining her perfect curves; accompanied by a pair of blood-red 6-inch pencil heels. She stood beside him, smirking at his obliviousness, then waved to the bartender.

"A shot of plasma, love."

Magnus was draining himself into the effect of the alcohol so he could forget the pain he was feeling when he saw a woman approaching him. she stood beside him and ordered her a drink, she looked familiar but he ignored it, ordering his own refill. The bartender was quick with his refills. He took a sip and sighed audibly.

"A neat whiskey! Are you in pain love? I think I can help you with that." The woman said.

Magnus wanted to answer her, but something about her sounded way too familiar. 'Do I know her?' he thought.

"No thank you, I'm fine." He said without looking at her.

"Come on, Magnus, who else other than me can help you in forgetting your pain?" She asked, her tone was sweet but dipped with venom.

Magnus froze, he was listening to those words, that voice after a long time. He now knows why the voice sounded so familiar. 'No! How can it be possible? It can't be possible!' he thought.

"C.. Camille Belcourt?" He slowly turned towards her, noticing her completely different features but the same dreadful eyes.

"Who else can it be, Magnus? What happened, did your Shadowhunter left you? I had told you, love, warned you, he won't last." Camille said, a vicious smile forming on her lips.

Magnus swallowed, hard. He was here to forget his pain in alcohol, not adding to his misery. "Shut your mouth, Camille. And don't say a word about him, I have no interest in sharing my personal life with you, so get lost."

"Come on, Magnus, you know that I'm always going to be your true love, even after what you did, I still love you. I'm always going to be the one, Magnus. Your Shadowhunter won't last." She said, sipping her shot of plasma in one go.

Magnus looked at her, not just looked at her, noticed her, every change on her except for her dark soulless eyes. 'Is that.. plasma? The hell!?' He thought to himself.

"How are you a vampire again?" He asked before he could even register he was going to say it. His eyes never leaving her changed form.

"Oh, Magnus, you know I have my way, love." She grinned evilly.

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-3 years ago-

"Remind me why Clave needs my presence all of a sudden? As far as I remember, I'm doing my job properly." Magnus asked, way too frustrated with the sudden call to be present at the gard for a meeting when he was enjoying the beach in the Caribbean with his husband.

"Us, our presence, Magnus. And I don't know, Jia didn't say anything. Apart from that fire message we got, she didn't contact me further."

Magnus sighed. They were heading towards the conference room when they bumped into Jace and Izzy in the hall.

"Jace! Iz! What are you both doing here?" Alec asked.

"Jia called us and said it was important. What are you both doing here?" Jace replied.

"Same!" Alec replied with a sigh.

"Let's see then what she wants from us!" Magnus said, and they entered the conference room where Jia was already waiting for them. She greeted them and they all sat in their respective places.

"I know this meeting was a sudden call, and for that, I apologize Mr. Lightwood Bane(s), Miss Lightwood, and Mr. Herondale, but this is regarding the act of Victor Aldertree, he conducted two years ago."

Everyone exchanged a look. "What about it, Jia?" Alec asked, trying to push away his fear.

"When Victor converted the downworlders into mundanes, there were many who were killed, but when you Miss Lightwood and Aline secretly investigated it and caught Aldertree, destroying his lab in the process, there were many prisoners who escaped, in these two years we caught many but there are few who are out there and we need to find them soon."

"Where are we going with this?" Magnus asked. "As we all already know, the search is fully in progress."

She took a few files from her bag and handed them one each. "These are the prisoners we recently caught, Pandora Berklee and Raven Thomas, but the problem is, when we caught them they were not mundanes, Pandora was a vampire again and Raven werewolf. They were more ferocious and dangerous than before. That's why we need to find the remaining prisoners as soon as we can."

"Wait, they are downworlders again. But how?" Alec inquired.

"We interrogated them but so far we only know that they lured out their kind into transforming into what they were. We still don't know the full details but need to catch the rest as soon as possible. If you go to the next page, they are the remaining prisoners: Flora Hollis, Tatia Ross, Ulsura Enkenzi, Gabriel Liaison, Yinsu Yinki, Dora Venter, Seth Allberti, August Rosedale, Benzene Westfield, and Camille Belcourt."

Everyone except Jia froze listening to the name of Camille on the list. Alec put his hand above his husband's thigh under the table and squeezed it gently.

"We'll spread the word around the globe. Magnus?" Alec said.

"I'll spread it to all the warlocks and the rest of the downworld." He replied and squeezed back his shadowhunter's hand.

"I'll start with New York and spread the word around the institutes," Izzy said.

"I know you all will do your best, that's why I called this meeting. Thank you for your time." Jia greeted them once again.

They all got up, shook each other's hands, and left for their respective places.

Magnus opened the portal and dragged his husband back to the beach in the Caribbean, trying to soothe himself. He snapped his fingers and vanished their clothes, then snapped them again and summoned coconut water for them.

Alec looked down at himself and shook his head, followed with an audible sigh. "Seriously, Magnus, I already told you I'm not comfortable being naked in the open, put me in some clothes!" He said while trying to cover his junk from one hand and holding the coconut water in the other while sipping on it.

"Alexander, it's just us here. So try and relax."

They reached the campsite and Magnus started laying down the beach mat when Alec froze in his place.

"Magnus!!" He called. Magnus reached beside his husband and froze. There was a message written on the sand.

I'll come back for you, Magnus. One day I will, and those nephilims will suffer. I'm not done with you, love. CB

They both looked at each other with horrified expressions, sinking in what just happened. They searched the whole island but she wasn't there.

As soon as they got back to Idris, they did everything to catch the remaining prisoners, working day and night, doing everything they could, eventually, they caught the prisoners except for one... Camille Belcourt! She vanished without a trace.

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"Ways? And what were your ways, Camille?" He spat out.

"Oh, Magnus! Don't be so spiteful, love. I came back for you." She said while running her perfectly manicured nails on his face.

Magnus shivered when she traced her fingers on his face. As soon as his mind registered what she was doing, he quickly shoved her hands away. "Where were you all this time, Camille? And how the hell are you a vampire again?"

Camille gave a malicious smile. "Doesn't your Shadowhunter love you anymore, Magnus, because you definitely enjoyed my touch."

Magnus screwed his eyes shut and gulped. He took a deep breath then ordered one more refill. "Answer me, Camille!" He said coldly.

"It's so easy to deceive the clave. Bunch of idiots! I was in India, it's a nice country and very welcoming!"

"India!" He repeated, surprised. "This whole time!" He mumbled under his breath. "You didn't answer my second question!" He said coldly.

"Oh, my love, there are many vampires who crave mundane blood, and many who want to expand their clan. You just need to find the right one." She smirked.

"You manipulated Vampires, just to become one once again!" He sighed. "Why am I not surprised!" He drank his whiskey in one gulp and ordered one more refill.

"Oh, Magnus, what had that shadowhunter done to you! Let me take away your pain." She pushed herself on him, pinning him on the counter with her vampire strength, running her hands over his and rubbing her knees over his legs.

Before Magnus could register what was happening, a pair of soft glossy lips were on his own, taking him hungrily. The kiss was filled with lust and passion, and he could taste something metallic as the kiss deepened. His shoulders slumped as he leaned against the counter, body giving in to the needs and mind going numb. Lust was clogging his mind and he was replying with the same fierceness as the heaviness above him kept increasing as if someone or something was crushing him.

With every passing second, the kiss kept getting deeper as sharp teeth clashed against his making a moan escape from his throat. He was completely gone into the lust until a pair of beautiful soft hazel eyes and an intoxicating smile flashed in his mind, followed by memories of his wedding day. 'Alexander...' wedding vows rang in his ears, bringing him back to reality. 'Alexander... no! no! What am I doing? no!'

With every inch of strength he could muster, he pushed her with full force, making her stumble back. An evil smile was plastered on Camille's face and she was licking her fangs when he opened his eyes. Licking his lips, he noticed that blood was dripping down from his lips onto his chin and down on the floor. Tears pooled in his eyes as his heart pounded in his chest. 'What have I done? no, Alexander... what have I done? How can I do this?'

Camille took a step forward, outstretched her hand, trying to caress his face but he shoved it harshly and pushed her back yet again. "Don't touch me, Camille Belcourt!"

"What's wrong Magnus? I thought you were enjoying it!" She said, playing innocent.

"Don't you dare try to be innocent! You did this! Stay away from me, Camille! Stay away from me!" He spat and then ran out of the bar.

"Oh, love, I'm not done with you. It's just the start, we'll meet again, Magnus!" She said viciously and disappeared into the crowd.

Tears were pooling down Magnus's face as he tried to wipe it away, rubbing it again and again as he kept running until he was far away from the bar then halted and leaned against the wall of a dark alleyway, heartbeat racing so fast that it was audible in the silence. 'What have I done? How can I do this? How can I cheat on him? Alexander... I... I need to tell him... yes...'  Without thinking he took out his phone and dialed his husband's number.

"A.. Alexander, I-"

"Hey Magnus, this is Jace, Alec is with Maryse. They are having their no phone, no disturbance mother-son time. Is there something important? I'll convey your message." Jaces' rushed voice came through the other side.

Magnus sighed as tears kept falling on his cheeks. "Uh.. n..no, umm.. nothing important. Just... just wanted to talk to him. I'll call later I guess."

"Okay then, bye."

Hanging up the call, Magnus created a portal and stepped into it, landing right beside his bed, then snapped his fingers to remove the clothes that had Camille's perfume all over them and burned them down to ashes, then fell on the bed with a loud thud.'What have I done? How can I do this? I'm so sorry Alexander, I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to!  I'm so sorry. '  Curling into a ball of a fetus, he burst into tears and, not after long, fell asleep.

[whatiswhump]

could you write, like, whumpee that's been in solitary for a long time and they're finally being visited by someone who they hate and who's violating their personal space but even though they hate this person they really don't want to be left alone

Whumpee had told himself that he had chosen to stop counting the days but sometimes he wasn’t so sure, the medications they dosed him with twice a day made it hard to concentrate and stay awake or really do much of anything so he wasn’t sure how long he had been here. Sometimes he wasn’t even sure if he was awake or asleep. But he did know it had been a long long time.

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He looked through the small window of the door to see Whumpee crumpled in the corner of the small padded room. The only other thing in there was a built-in bed with no sheets or pillow.

“He’s coming down from an episode. He’s been doing better the last few days but if we let him out too early he may relapse from the stress and overstimulation. I trust that you understand how to handle him?”

He had to tear his gaze from Whumpee staring vacantly and unaware of them outside to look back to the doctor, “Yes, yes. Of course. He’s my best friend after all. The doctors at the last hospital talked me through it.”

“Good, Brian can give you some more tips if you need a refresher, we both know how delicate he can be.” The doctor spoke gruffly like he was more of a retired general running a prison than someone tasked with caring for feeble minds.

“Before you go, can I ask you something? Why does he need the er- straight jacket?”

“It helps with security when he has visitors but also keeps him a bit calmer. We use the jackets in extreme cases such as his.”

The visitor nodded, not wanting to offend the expertise of the formidable man, “Oh yes, I’m sure.”

“Well, I’ll leave you to it. Don’t expect much from him and just knock on the door for the aid if he becomes agitated.”

The doctor quickly turned and walked down the hallway as if he had much more pressing things to attend to… and in here? Maybe he did, who knew how many patients of the most dangerous classifications were in this hospital. He had been told it was the end of the line for many. It didn’t sound like Whumpee was ever going to leave.

The orderly removed the keyring from his belt and expertly picked one from the fifty others to turn in the lock. When the door opened Whumpee reanimated from his comatose state and turned away to hide his face in the corner.

“Please, I don’t need anymore,” Whumpee begged in a small voice.

Was he referring to the medication?

The orderly spoke for the first time, “You have a visitor. Are you going to behave and talk with him?”

Whumpee very slowly turned from his uncomfortable-looking contortion in the corner. First, he looked at the visitor’s shoes and then made his way upwards to meet his eyes.

Whumpee’s own eyes, bloodshot and tired, grew wide in surprise and perhaps a few other emotions. He nodded in response to the orderly without taking his gaze away from the visitor.

“Good boy,” The orderly said and moved to close the door behind him, just before it shut he said, “I’ll be right out here if you need me,” To which one of them would be needing him, they couldn’t be sure.

Once they were alone, Whumpee cleared his throat and managed, “What are you doing here?”

The visitor smiled slightly, “Just wanted to check up on you. They told me you are improving?”

Whumpee shuddered almost imperceptibly.

Without a response, the visitor pressed on, “Nice digs you’ve got, huh? Plush,” he felt the wall and let the padding compress under his palm, “And sterile… better than a hotel I’d say.”

Now whumpee’s cheeks were burning, he was all too aware that he was only wearing a medical gown and straight jacket.

“Why did they let you in? I’m not allowed to have normal visitors.”

“I’m not normal. I’m here on official business. I’m not your usual lawyer at the firm but I volunteered to come down and get a few pieces of information for our files.”

“What is there that you don’t already know?” Whumpee retorted with a little more venom in his voice.

His visitor sighed comfortably and crouched to his haunches to be at eye level with Whumpee, “You’re right. But like I said I just wanted to see you. You’re my best friend after all.”

Whumpee tried to draw his own knees in closer, “We haven’t been friends in a very long time.”

The visitor feigned offense, “You’re still hung up about it?”

“The ‘It’ you’re referring to being taking advantage of my mental illness to frame me for first-degree murder? Yes. Surprisingly enough I am.”

“I think you need to let go of that. There’s nothing to be done about it now. And is anyone else visiting you? I don’t think so.”

Something flickered in the whumpee’s eyes. He wasn’t wrong. This was the first time someone had come to see him let alone speak to him normally about something other than the state of his fractured mind in how long… months? 

He was so so lonely. Sometimes he was so lonely it felt like his chest would tighten and tighten until it caved in. He was waiting any day for it.

“I’m being honest, I miss you Whumpee. It’s not the same without you around.” His visitor lowered himself to the ground and casually draped his hands over his knees.

And for a moment he looked like when they were kids and they would sit in their fort in the woods behind their houses, faces honest and sincere and maybe a little bit dirty from the day’s escapades in the creek. All that he had done faded away as he sat there like that.

In spite of himself, Whumpee croaked quietly, “I miss you too.”

Something passed over the visitor’s face but it was quickly covered as he grinned slightly and spoke again, “Last week I drove by the old tackle shop you used to steal ice cream bars from while I was buying a 99 cent pack of worms. That old man is probably still keeping an eye out for us.”

He laughed a little and Whumpee couldn’t help but join for a moment, buoyed by a reminder of a happier time outside of this place. It had been so long since he had spoken to someone that knew him before he was locked away here. Recalling something so simple as a run down bait shop with a curmudgeonly old man brought warmth like sunshine to his body. He couldn’t describe exactly what the sensation was but he wanted to cling to it and sink his claws in, keep it hidden for himself.

“And the ice cream sandwiches weren’t even worth it. They all had freezer burns,” He added.

His visitor laughed a bit more, “We were doing him a favor taking those off his hands.”

The visitor kept talking a little longer, remembering this or that until at last in a lag in the conversation he sighed gently and moved to stand up, “Well, I should be going. I’ve got a deposition I should be prepping for.”

Whumpee’s face fell. That’s right. He needs to leave this cage and return to the real world. A reminder that he had put him in here in the first place. A tinge of bitterness returned. 

But yet when his visitor said he would try to come back soon, a little part of him warmed again, yearning for the contact.

Before he passed back through the padded door the orderly held open for him, he paused looked back at Whumpee for a moment like he wanted to say something else but at last said, “Take care,” and walked out.

Whumpee was surprised when the warmth lingered after the door was closed and he was alone again. Soon they would come in with his next dose and they would hold him roughly as they forced him to swallow. The reality of where he was would return in its grey bleakness and remind him of what his friend did to him but for now, he would cling to the warmth and pretend that people still looked at him as if he were normal.

[fivour]

1/2/3/4/5/11/12/13/15/16/24/25 i don't think i will ever stop asking you things about your writing hehe (=^･ｪ･^=)

youre keeping this blog alive bro keep askin’

answered 4 in a previous ask.

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1. was being a writer a dream of yours when you were little? or did it spring up when you were older? or is it just a hobby?

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I never thought about being a writer as a kid, it was always something like an artist/teacher/musician aka rock star. I think it’s just a hobby for now although I would like to begin freelancing/commission work at some point. With my career plans, I’ll more than likely have to publish a research book at some point, though, but that’s many years off.

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2. overall, would you say you are more driven by plot or characters in writing? (what makes you more excited about an idea?)

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Characters 100%. If they are little toy soldiers, then I am the nine year old boy’s shithead cat that knocks them into the register vents. I wanna play with them and mess ‘em up.

Plots do not interest me in the slightest and I do not like making them. It’s part of why I don’t usually write longfic, only oneshots and short multi-chapter work.

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3. give an overview/description of some of your past stories. (only if you are willing, of course!)

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Here’s a... fun story: One of my first fanfictions was a story about Percy Jackson family feud. I was sick at home a lot, so I had daytime television brainrot. Anyways, I got multiple reviews telling me I spelled "feud" wrong, some constructive some not. However, I was a spoiled brat and I couldn’t handle not being the smartest person in the room, so I doubled down on "Family Fued.”

I am now an honors English kid and still cannot spell feud, field, or chief without autocorrect. It is my punishment for being an asshole on the internet in 2014.

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5. do you have an idea for a story you don’t feel you can write at this current time? (whether it be because life is busy right now, you need to do more research, etc.)

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Yes. I have a concept and outline for a long DioNilla fic inspired primarily by The Guilty by David Baldacci and this one podcast episode about partners in crime. At this point, there’s two different versions of it and I don’t know which I like more (one hit wonder for revenge or a totally romantic murder spree?). Both would have drastically different legal outcomes, but I’m not law-fluent enough to write either and the courtroom is an unavoidable scene I can’t just gloss over.

I also have an AU inspired by a movie that I’m not sure if I will ever write.

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11. share a passage from one of your works and tell us why you liked it so much.

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This is difficult because I have no recollection of anything I have ever written before yesterday. So I’ll just pick a recent one.

“His shoes are not thick enough to stop his leg from feeling jarred and his toes from feeling smashed, but the pain is enough to distract from the anger bubbling in the pit of his stomach. His heart races, pounding furiously against his rib cage, as if it were a prisoner beating at cell bars. It feels as if it’ll explode right from his chest, and his stomach quickly follows suit, churning with the pure agony that his newfound fury is putting his nerves through.

Fugo is miserable.

Fugo is miserable of mind and body and he wants to hurt something.”

Mabye I cheated a little. But I really like how this fic turned out in general (props to you for requesting it). This passage especially, because I used my own issues with and response to anger as a basis for Fugo’s reaction.

I think this is the most accurately I have ever described how it feels to be enraged and full of adrenaline. Not necessarily wanting to harm something or even yourself; you just need to get rid of the excess of energy that’s exploded inside of you all of a sudden. It’s an itch for action in a situation where it isn’t appropriate.

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12. what is the worst writing advice in your opinion?

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I’ve seen people totally against pantsing/not plotting a work (like, you-aren’t-a-real-writer against it), but I think the only thing I have to do to describe how foolish it is to discredit that method is point towards Stephen King.

An especially bad piece of advice that I’ve seen is to not write things that are not your lived experience. EX: if you are not a cis woman, don’t write a character that is. It defeats the entire purpose of writing and is ass backwards if you want any diversity within a work. Also... research is a thing that most authors do? And it teaches you to be more understanding of that lived experience???

There’s a lot I could say about it, but that sums up my biggest issues with it.

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13. what is the best writing advice?

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Again with Stephen King but... In a Q&A, he says something along the lines of not writing a character, by letting them write themselves. This comment was in reference to a question about Pet Sematary, I believe, which I would call the best and most alarming descent into madness I have ever read, so you bet your sweet cheeks that advice is always on my mind.

As for more general advice, creating/filling out a character sheet (x) is a really good way to figure out who your character is. I used them while writing Art & Pain and it made me realize a few holes I had to patch.

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15. do you tell friends/family about your writing, or do you keep it a secret?

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IRLs: they know I write. All but one or two of them do not know my handles nor that I write fanfiction.

I write original pieces which I don’t exactly hide, but no one knows those handles either.

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16. what are some of your favorite words to use in writing?

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enigma

superstitious

flabbergasted

superfluous

wonder

coursing

ecstatic

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24. best compliment someone has given you about your writing.

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One of the best ones I’ve ever gotten was on a fic under a separate handle, so I won’t share it lol. But it was about how I write emotion and that means a lot to me because emotion is very difficult for me to articulate.

It kind of blows my mind that people actually binge read my work, too... even if it’s just a longfic that would take maximum two hours to read, it’s really flattering that they like my writing that much. Repeat commenters/readers are also one of the best things ever and I love them.

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25. five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?

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God, I don’t know. I’ll hopefully be in college by then, so I have no idea what my life will look five years from now (other than the fact I will definitely be worked to the bone). I’d like to think I’ll keep doing it as a hobby, at least.

[ajokeformur-ray]

(my matchup info)) i'm bi, a londoner and i have loong dark brown hair, bright blue eyes and pale-ish kinda skin with light brown freckles on my cheeks and nose. i like playing sims 4, playing w my cats and binge watching Netflix. i love!! music and have a pretty good voice, my favourite artist is Lana Del Rey but i also like Lady Gaga, die antwoord, and 00s pop girl music e.g Britney Spears (don't shame me lolol). im quite smart but peaked a few years ago which is quite depressing lol. p1

pt. 2 speaking of I have depression and anxiety and take meds for both. im sarcastic, quiet, easily annoyed, funny and am a top tier shitposter. fr my feed is constantly full of memes. I’m almost always on some form of social media. im drawn to darker people and villainous characters despite being the opposite lmao. i put on a confident, independent front but inwardly im v insecure and easily manipulated if u can get past my front. i use humour/disinterest as a defence and hate looking weak. thank u!

Fandoms asked for (over two combined requests): Game of Thrones, Once Upon a Time, Yuri!!! On Ice, American Horror Story, Twilight, Death Note, The Vampire Diaries. 

Death Note: Mello (Mihael Keehl)

Mello games and you play Sims 4 so sitting next to each other on your individual consoles would be how the two of you spend lazy days and quiet evenings together. You have a varied taste in music which is actually quite dark (Lana Del Ray) and inspiring/iconic (Lady Gaga) whereas Mello just likes heavy music which, when played at peak volume, thrums through your rib cage and echoes in your heartbeat. Between Mello’s explosive temper and your depression and anxiety, things can be tense. He snaps at you sometimes without thinking and you may retreat from him all together as a result. Show him your latest memes, though, and he’ll huff a reluctant laugh through his nose, breaking the ice. He’s not big on apologies even when he’s wrong but even so he’ll silently apologise in only one way: he’ll give (not just share) you one of his most expensive, preferred chocolate bars. Overall, he’d be one of your biggest comforts and vice versa. Just knowing that he’s watching the CCTV live of you walking down a dark or isolated street to make sure that you get home okay makes you feel a little warmer. Even when he’s pissed as hell at you or something else, he won’t let you go to bed feeling alone in a bad way. It’d be an explosive kinda love ;) [inappropriate death joke lmao not sorry]

American Horror Story (AHS): Violet Harmon

Violet would adore you. There would be some tensions because she’s quite abrasive (and rightly so, in some cases) but also because you both have depression, though you also have anxiety and you both put up fronts to hide yourselves. That’s likely how you bond - with Violet confessing to you one hot summer’s day that she “hates everything” and the whole situation with her parents. She can rant for hours when you leave her to it, just listening. Sometimes you share a part of yourself. You’re quite a talkative couple, but only in private. If there are people around, it’s obvious you’re together but there’s no set reason that they can see. Vivien and Ben have, generally, never seen their daughter so animated; you only bring good to Violet’s life. You’re both sarcastic and easily annoyed so any arguments are basically just really accurate roasting sessions until one of you hits a nerve (and then it stops because Violet just leaves to go somewhere - you never know where) or you’re both laughing. In this way, there are moments in your relationship that are hard to stomach. Watching mindless TV shows on Netflix and cuddling is a good way to break any ice that lays between you; Violet would make acerbic comments about something the lead has done and you’d listen, always able to tell if something more is under the surface. The similarities between the two of you creates your relationship; you see yourselves in each other and only want to help as best as you can.

The Vampire Diaries (TVD): Damon Salvatore 

Damon would be very protective of you. You don’t like appearing weak but even when you’re down and sobbing on your knees, your body unable to hold you up anymore, Damon’s never thought you looked stronger. It takes strength to show weakness, even when you’re alone. If you ever forgot to take your meds, Damon would stand over you in with a glass of water in one hand and your meds in the other, that passive-aggressive look on his face. He’d watch you take them, arms folded, and then he’d give you a steamy kiss that leaves your toes curling for the rest of the day. Damon pretends to have no feelings because it’s easier and you put up a front. However, because Damon can’t shut off his humanity without forgetting his love for you, so he has to face his humanity which means he begins to feel guilt and everything that’s already there if he wants to feel it, which he doesn’t but… He does eventually. Because of you. You are the good in his life.You have similar defence mechanisms so it’s not unusual for one of you to walk into a room, see the other and immediately say “stop doing that” or “don’t do that” - no one else can tell that Damon is pretending, except you and Stefan. Similarly, it’ll be the brothers who can tell that you’re pretending. The contrast of your long dark hair and your bright blue eyes would be what drew Damon to you and I feel like he’d call you his “little siren” because of that. As such, he comes to understand that it wasn’t Katherine he’s been looking for all this time…

… It was you.

Twilight: Edward Cullen 

You caught Edward’s attention by singing one day. He was just passing by, skipping Biology (blood work) and he heard you singing. He hadn’t meant to tune in to your radio station but sometimes he couldn’t help it. And you did have a lovely voice. He would likely buy some of the same albums that you own so that he could get to know you through music. Over time, he would learn to just intuitively tune in to your radio station and he’d hear your thoughts - this is a promise he would make to himself to not do once you’re friends and then dating and he’d definitely stick to it. He’s conveniently free on sunny days so you’d spend those days watching Netflix with a blanket around your body to protect you from his ice cold one (it’d be really hard to explain away catching a cold during a heatwave) and he’d press kisses into your hair, your kitty purring away just above your shoulders. Though Edward would do his best to not listen to your thoughts, on your worst days some of them drift through his mind and he’d take your hand tightly and say “Don’t” or “That’s not true.” He’d try so hard to help you; I think, pre-Bella, he also has depression so he’d do his best to help you because he knows what it’s like, and not just because he can hear you.

Yuri!!! On Ice: Victor Nikiforov

Victor would have such a loving relationship with you. Ohh, he’d try so hard to make you smile each and every day. When he’s not on the ice competing or eating way more food than he should be able to consume in one sitting (seriously, where does it go? Does his stomach start in his toes?), he’s curled up with you on the sofa watching something you want to watch on Netflix, Hulu or whatever else you use. He doesn’t mind what you watch, so long as you do it together. You love to shitpost and you love memes, and Victor loves taking pictures of the most obscure things so between the two of you, your followers are well fed! You’re always texting each other memes, jokes and sending pictures to each other with cryptic captions or song lyrics attached, making the other person burst out laughing in strange places like the ice rink or a classroom. You have more of a jokey relationship than a serious one, though that’s in abundance when either of you have depression or anxiety flare up. In any case, bed time is always met with gentle touches, soft smiles and careful reassurances. Even, and most especially, when you’re angry at each other. Love is never so important as it is during the bad times.

Once Upon A Time (OUAT): Regina Mills

It would be really touch and go to date Regina for a while. It would be very challenging and many people, including her and in your darkest times, yourself, would tell you that she’s not worth it. That you’re not worth it. But you’re all wrong. She is so, so worth it. Once she splits from the Evil Queen, once she grows into herself and grows into the Charming family, once she overcomes her abusive childhood and comes to love herself, she is a ray of sunshine and she glows. I’ve always loved and been so proud of Regina, and you would be too. You both put on fronts to protect yourself and you’re both very convincing so a lot of the time, the two of you have to mentally step back and see what the other is really thinking. Luckily, you know each other very well so it’s not hard to see when either of you are feeling especially insecure or unwell. Regina would literally rip her heart in half if it meant saving you, and at times she’s risked her life for you. She lives for your cuddles, especially when her many duties as a mum, a mayor etc. get on top of her and she just needs a break. You bring her back to herself time and again, and she will always do her utmost to return the favour to you. You have a strong, loving relationship underneath it all. It just takes patience and a special bond to be able to see it from the outside.

Game Of Thrones (GOT): Joffrey Baratheon

Joffrey is the most villainous person on this matchup. I was very hesitant to match you with him, I really was, but some of the others on this list are almost as bad. So. I think your personality would have a more positive effect on him. Cersei got her claws as far into him as she could, but even once she tried to reason with him and keep him reined in, he was too far gone for her to be able to help. But you... Mm. I think you’d have a similar impact on him to Margaery. You put on a front to protect yourself and this would be what Joffrey would listen to... to begin with. Once you’re properly courting and Joffrey is able to see what you don’t say; he would soften. He would still kill and be an utterly evil piece of work, but he would exercise more mercy. He would still wrongfully torment Tyrion, but he would draw a line when you start anxiously tugging on his sleeve. He doesn’t cuddle, mocking the action all together, but then one day he walks in on you curled up in bed reading a book and he just can’t resist curling around you, an arm slung over your shoulders to possessively keep you beside him. It would be a tumultuous, dangerous relationship but then... it’s Westeros, what do you expect?

There!!!! I hope you enjoyed!