#this is your own fault rae

[ellecdc]

Hey elle :)

requesting poly!marauders x reader (or any of them individually if you prefer) where they're at some sort of big event with cameras and press, and she feels a bit overwhelmed but sticking with the boys helps her relax? especially once they're inside the event and past all the craziness it's quite enjoyable

love ALL your writing! and feel free to ignore this if it isn't something you'd enjoy writing, all my love <3

hi sweets! thanks for your request - I opted to go wolfstar if that's alright? thanks for being here with me 🫶

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader modern band AU

CW: references to alcohol, weed, someone being 'good in bed'

You think it might have been the fifty-seventh time that your name was shouted that did you in. All of the noise turned into a steady hum and barely registered in your ears anymore. 

You weren’t even quite sure why you were here. One minute you were playing in a garage band with your college friends in shitty pubs near campus, the next thing you know, you were on the red carpet at the fucking Vanity Fair Oscar’s After Party.

Though you biasedly agreed that your band was indeed quite good, you weren’t so sure that it earned you, Marlene, Sirius, James, and Remus VIP invitations to such an event. You were watching the likes of Margot Robbie, Issa Rae, Paris Hilton and other A-List celebs walk past you and Jesus Fucking Christ was that a Kardashian?

“Y/N! Over here!” Another voice infiltrated your senses, and you were reminded of the many flashing lights pointing at you.

You weren’t invited to the Oscar’s and you weren’t even an actor; surely this event didn’t require your attendance?

But you couldn’t deny that James, and particularly Marlene and Sirius were thriving in their roles as rockstars. Admittedly, it was Sirius that made this all worth it for you.

You and Remus were more understated than the rest of the group – both here for the love of music and for the love of your friends and very little else. James, being a child of two celebrities, was very accustomed to events such as these, and Marlene and Sirius were both the absolute definition of rockstars; intense, bold, fun and vivacious. You knew exactly why the crowds loved them.

You couldn’t blame them either; it was what drew you and Remus to Sirius as well.

He had the ability to make every person in the room feel like they had 100% of his attention and devotion; he was here for you. No doubt when it was his turn on this carpet, each photographer and journalist currently standing in front of you had felt very the same way.

Your relationship with your two bandmates wasn’t public knowledge, though it was absolutely public speculation that something was up with you three.

You’d like to blame it on Sirius; he was always the least likely to control his urges to ogle you or Remus or indulge in lingering touches whether everyone was watching or not. But you also knew it was in part Marlene and James’ fault – both of whom were very public with their relationships to the band manager Dorcas Meadows and a well-known photographer Lily Evans, respectively.

And finally, it was a little bit your own faults, refusing to speak on your relationship status when your fellow bandmates were far more open.

But you liked having these boys to yourself without having to share them with the public; there was the version of them that the public got and then there was the version of them that you got, and you didn’t want the line between those versions to blur.

The unfortunate consequence of that decision was having to do some of this on your own.

This, being shouted at to ‘look this way!’, ‘over here!’ or ‘turn around for us’, the last one making you very uncomfortable because you were quite sure none of the boys were asked to turn around for the camera’s.

The band had taken their group photos and horrifyingly, you were all asked to pose separately as well.

If you’d wanted to be photographed alone, perhaps you would have gone into this industry alone and not with the support of a group.

Stop complaining, you chided yourself, do you know how many people dream of a moment like this?

You were finally thanked for your time and effectively dismissed as – fucking hell – Ariana Grande stepped onto the carpet to take your place.

Your personal assistant - because you had things like personal assistant’s now – met you behind the curtains of the carpet to hand you a bottle of water.

“Okay, now they just want a quick shot of you all at the Glambot and then you’re free to enter the event.” She explained hastily as she took the water bottle back and put it in her purse.

“Great.” You muttered, trying to give yourself a little pep talk as you began to make your way to the line for the Glambot. Your dress felt too tight, your heels too high, and the various stage lighting too hot, but you found that your heart rate began to drop dramatically when you saw the likes of your two boyfriends and James and Marlene already in line.

Sirius and James cheered as they saw you approaching, causing the few people who weren’t already looking in their direction to turn.

You were sure your cheeks had the majority of your blood flow by now, and silently hoped that your makeup didn’t completely melt off from the heat radiating there.

“There you are gorgeous!” Sirius called over as Marlene wolf whistled at you.

“You guys are horrid, you know that?” You muttered as you stepped into line with them and James threw a protective arm over your shoulder.

Sirius laughed like a good sport, though you noticed that his eyes were far more sincere than his somewhat performative smile.

“I think we all ought to stick together, huh dollface? I’ve grown entirely too codependent on you lot to last more than five minutes out of your vicinity.” He commented, throwing a wink over at Remus who offered him a fond eyeroll in return.

But both of you heard it for what he was really trying to say in front of all the reporters; “I missed you, thank you both for doing this, I’m so happy to be here with you.”

“Yeah! What’s the fun of starting a band with your best friends when you have to do half of the fun stuff without them?!” Marlene agreed, gently nudging you with her elbow.

“My sentiments exactly.” You agreed.

By the time the group of you made it to the front of the Glambot line, Sirius and Marlene quickly stepped up to be the one’s talking to Cole Walliser and deciding on the group’s pose.

“Honestly, I know I was raised for this, but it’s like he was born for this.” James commented, leaning in to whisper to you and Remus.

“Never say that to him, his ego is already massive.” Remus responded, and though Sirius was in the middle of a sentence with Cole, his eyes darted over and he considered the three of you skeptically. He’d always said he had a sixth sense when it came to you and Remus, and it appeared he was right in that regard.

“I’m so sorry Cole, I think they’re talking smack. Oi! Are you guys taking the piss back there?” He said, throwing the three of you a cheeky smirk.

Marlene scoffed, adding “of course they are, Sirius.”

James quickly shook his head. “Nope! We were just talking about how good you look tonight, Pads, and how we can’t wait to take you back to the hotel and ravish you.”

Cole let out a hearty laugh and more camera’s flashed as the group of you chuckled.

“This is not helping with the rumours.” Remus muttered with a head shake, though his smile belittled any chagrin he may have been going for.

“Who said it was a rumour?” You joked, offering him a flirty wink.

The group of you had realized that playing into the rumours and joking about it was the best way to field questions and speculation. Somehow, it had grown to the point that there were theories that all five of you were in a polyamorous relationship.

“You guys are so funny.” Cole said, collecting himself from his laughter; you didn’t know if he truly meant that or if he was just doing his job as the lovely host, but you appreciated his encouragement, nonetheless.

The Glambot went well, you think. You hoped. You wouldn’t know until it was all over social media tomorrow so opted not to worry about it as the four of you migrated into the event space. 

The event didn’t turn out half bad if you were honest. You got to eat and drink and chit-chat with some of the biggest celebrities of your time, you took an astronomical number of selfies, and danced the night away with your friends and boyfriends.

But if you were being super honest - the best part of the night was getting back to the hotel with Remus and Sirius.

Sirius was catching his breath like he’d run a marathon and you were sure his cheeks hurt from smiling so damn hard all night, but he was still riding his high as he fussed around the hotel room.

Remus looked just as delighted at Sirius’ obvious joy as you did but was nearly dead on his feet, exhaustion weighing down his movements as he all but melted into a wingback chair. 

“Oi! What’re you doing, gorgeous? That’s my job.” Sirius chided as he swatted at your hands which were in the process of attempting (and failing) to undo the zipper of your dress.

You didn’t put up much of a fuss as he undid your dress and gently kissed your shoulders; massaging the skin and muscles along your back that the gown had been digging into. 

You stepped out of the dress and caught the tshirt Remus had tossed to you before throwing it over your form and falling backwards haphazardly onto the bed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so tired.” You moaned, relishing in the luxurious sensation of the downy duvet enveloping you in a hug.

You heard both boys chuckle through their nose as you felt someone - Sirius - start fiddling with the buckles of your shoes where your feet hung over the edge of the bed.

Sirius pressed a kiss to your knee as he stood and disposed of your shoes near your suitcase before moving to Remus.

Remus groaned petulantly and went no bones when Sirius tried to help him up. “No.”

“Rem. Get up.” Sirius chuckled.

“Go away.” 

“Moons, you cannot sleep in a chair, and you cannot sleep in a tuxedo.”

“Watch me.”

“Leave him there to die, Siri.” You commiserated from your own place of death.

“Yeah. Leave me here to die, Siri.” Remus repeated sardonically. “Take care of our sweet girl, yeah? Tell her I love her.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that and though Remus kept up the ruse of being ‘asleep’ - you felt your heart swell at the smile that adorned his lips at the sound of your laugh. 

“You wanker.” Sirius chided lovingly through his own laughter as he pecked a kiss to your boyfriend’s head and started helping him strip from his place in the chair. 

You must’ve drifted off momentarily, as by the time you opened your eyes next, Sirius had just convinced Remus to stand long enough to pull a pair of pajama bottoms up his legs as Remus rubbed at his eyes like a giant overtired toddler. 

“How’d you end up falling in love with two eighty-something twenty-something-year-old’s, Sirius?” You asked sleepily from your place on the bed. 

Remus chuckled as he sat back down in his chair by the sliding doors, opening it up to light a joint before bed.

“I have no clue, but I’m so glad they love me back.” Sirius said as he started to change out of his own formal attire.

You could tell that the night was starting to wear on him slightly, but there were still notes of excitement and adrenaline pumping through his veins as he went about his bedtime routine. 

“You’re phenomenal at this; you know that, right?” You commented, causing Sirius to pause what he was doing to look over at you, expression softening into something hopeful.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You agreed readily. “The best, really.” 

He quickly finished up what he was doing and hurried over to the bed, laying down on his stomach and propping himself up on his elbow so he could look down at you.

“Thank you baby.” He said quietly, using one of his hands to rub absentmindedly on your thigh. “I couldn’t do it without you two.”

Remus scoffed as he made his way over to the bed, having locked up the sliding door and matching Sirius’ position from your otherside.

You both loved and hated when they did this; it felt as though they were ganging up on you, exposing all your feelings and flaws. But you also felt undeniably worshiped under their loving gazes. 

“I think you’d do just fine without us there, love.” Remus spoke, gently squeezing Sirius’ hand before resting his hand on top of your sleep shirt over your ribs, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth. 

“Nope. Not a chance.” Sirius denied quickly.

“You were born for the stage, Sirius. For the flashing lights and cameras and talking.” You pressed.

“Only thing I was born to do was love the two of you.” He contended. 

Remus breathed a laugh through his nose as you made a cooing sound. 

“This just in,” Remus started, imitating a newscaster. “Renowned rockstar Sirius Black has gone soft.” 

Sirius scoffed in faux contempt as he reached over to pinch Remus’ side. 

“I am trying to thank you guys.” Sirius chided, his sarcastic smile turning soft as you and Remus relented and turned to face him. “I’m so grateful to have you guys by my side through all of this, I know it’s not really either of your things. And I know you’d both likely be just as happy if we called this all off tomorrow, but…”

He seemed to trail off as he looked over your forms towards the windows. “But….” You pressed, nudging him to continue.

“Don’t go shy on us now, Black.” Remus teased.

Sirius rolled his eyes but a smile broke out across his face. “But I’m so incredibly gone for both of you. I love you, I love this. All of it.”

“I love you too, Sirius.” You offered simply, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips and ignoring the stiffness in your joints.

Remus, never one to pass up on an opportunity to take the piss, rolled his eyes as he let his elbow fall to lay flat on his back beside you.

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too, I guess. You’re just lucky you’re both so good in bed, otherwise I’d have split up the band ages ago.”You started to cackle, overwhelmed with exhaustion, love, and probably some of the alcohol still in your system as Sirius threw himself onto Remus demanding he “take it back or so help him, God.”

[whosthere54]

Hiiii I have some food for you guys 🥞🥞🍓🍓

Also I have a old thing I wrote about Icarus so you can have that too, not really happy with it but I like the concept :)

(This was in my notes app)

-=+=-

Basically, I read I know that I lost you [one or two forevers ago] by liminalAugustus and saw a quote and really thought about it.

“I have a brother again. His name is Rae.”

What if Icarus wrote a letter to themself to remember after he found out Rae was his brother?

———

They stared at the cover of their notebook as if it had wronged them. They glared at the intricate purple and yellow design, at the pair of golden wings depicted in the center.

They opened it up again to reread over the letter they had written, starting to pace once again.

╔════ ❀•°❀°•❀ ════╗

[The letter looked like it was written hastily. There are also some spots of blood staining the pages, as well as some dried evidence of tears. The first time they said their name is what looks to be “glitched” with many different colors obscuring the ink only in that spot.]

To whoever find this,

My name is Ì̸̳͙̳̇c̸͇̽a̵̭̕r̴̙̒͛̚ù̷̖͘͝s̶̼͓̔͒ and I wrote this book to remind

me of things before, to see if I can remember again. If you are not me who finds this, please try to find me. I don’t know how much I’ll remember, but I may possibly go by the name “Sherbert”. You will be able to tell it’s me from the yellow and purple wings and jacket I wear.

To myself,

I don’t want to make this too long just in case pages glitch out like before.

Your name is I̸c̸a̷r̶u̶s̷ Morningstar, you are the child of Fable and Isla Morningstar.

You have a brother again. His name is Rae.

He loves science and research, his favorite flower is a blue orchid the same as yours. He is so selfless and kind and nothing like you but treats himself like you do all the same. You need to make sure he knows nothing bad that happened is his fault, it isn’t. You need to make sure he knows that he is loved, and that he can ask for help and doesn’t have to know everything. He will have his boyfriends, but he doesn’t always think of going to them first. Make sure he knows that he can, and should. Make sure he knows you care about him, and make sure he knows that you are so incredibly sorry for everything. You were a horrible brother, but you are trying to be a better one.

Athena is your cousin. They care too much about others and don’t worry enough about herself, make sure He’s aright. She will have Jamie and Rae, don’t push yourself too much into his life. Remember what happened last time.

You love them. Don’t let yourself hurt them again.

You are not alone, you have friends now.

Centross is your best friend, though we haven’t told him. (Don’t want to boost his ego too much now do we.) He is happy now, don’t ruin it for him and bring up things that should be left in the past.

Wolf is your friend.

Ocie and Momboo are your friends.

Jamie and Easton are your friends.

Caspian and Aax are your friends.

Seven is your friend.

Ven is… complicated, but he doesn’t deserve to be alone. Make sure he is okay.

I don’t know if Will will be there, and even if he is, he will go his own direction. Don’t forget him.

Remember Haley. You killed her, she didn’t deserve that. Don’t disrespect her death by letting her go forgotten.

Remember Chaos. You didn’t know them that well, and they didn’t trust you, but she does not deserve to be forgotten.

Remember what you have done before, you do not deserve the forgiveness that these people have given you. Don’t forget them. You love them, and I think they love you too.

If the portal fails… I can only hope you find this in the next reset.

You are not alone.

You are not alone.

You are not alone.

From yourself,

- Icarus Morningstar

╚════ ❀•°❀°•❀ ════╝

Icarus rips the pages out of the book and folds them up, sealing it with golden wax and a blue orchid. With shaking hands they pull out their flint and steel, and head outside their house. They look up to the sky and breathe for a moment.

They just let themselves feel. They feel the wind tousle their hair, the sun against their face. This may be the last time they feel this until the next reset. They turn back towards their house and look at it with a small smile.

They set a piece of the ground alight, just looking at the burning flame for a moment before throwing their letter in. They watch it burn and disappear, and put out the flame.

Hopefully it wouldn’t be needed, but even then…

It would be nice to remember they aren’t alone.

-=+=-

Yeah so there’s that. I had thoughts.

Anyways go read “I know that I lost you [one or two forevers ago]” by liminalAugustus it’s a longish one chapter hero AU fic and I enjoyed it a lot.

Remember to get some food and drink some water and take any meds you need to. You are loved <3

[skye-huntress]

I’m in Love with the Villainess Reaction

Episode 10

With Lene gone, Rae has to take over for all her duties, including brushing and styling Claire’s hair.

Oof, Rae can’t even appeal to her sweet tooth without it backfiring.

Wow, Claire’s so out of it, she can’t even keep up the act of hating Rae. I saw a little smile there. Truthfully, I think Rae has already helped her more than she realises during this difficult time period.

Well, she perked up quickly at the mention of her “sister”

Why’d she have to write it like a love letter?

Popular with the ladies as ever. All but one, that is.

Honestly Claire, I don’t know what you were expecting. Rae’s doing the same comedy routine since the day you met and after months she finally has a new audience.

Oh dear, Rae, you have no idea what you’ve just done gaining Manaria’s interest like that

I see a lot of girls in the cafeteria, and not a single one came her to eat.

Ah yes, the world’s only quad-caster (as far as anyone knows) and one of the few magic users more OP than Rae.

Manaria’s right, simply being a quad-caster is nothing to boast about on its own. Knowing how to make full use of your magic is a different story. For instance, Rae experimented with her magic to modify and even create new spells in ways that weren’t possible in game. Her tungsten carbide barrier is a perfect example.

Don’t worry, Rae. Manaria may have won over Ralaire, but you’ll always be her number 1 thanks to feeding her your cooking.

I saw a family tree on the author’s Twitter that explains the familial relationship between Claire and Manaria. If I’m not mistaken they are what you call second cousins.

So here’s finally the missing piece in Claire’s childhood flashbacks. Manaria was the one who helped her after her mother’s death.

Don’t worry, Claire, I think we all understand how you could make such a mistake.

Okay, seriously where did all the boys go?

Since Manaria is a character that appears in the game, Rae is all too familiar with her capabilities.

Manaria could spend time with any other girl in school, but the one she is currently interested in is the one who doesn’t want her around.

Oof, good thing Manaria didn’t hear her internal exposition in her head, or she’d have some explaining to do later.

Rae, you’re making it worse!

I’m with Rae. My neurodivergent ass can’t even process poetry so it has always been the bane of my existence, especially during my High School English classes.

Why are they so offended? Rae brushes off invitations from the Princes all the time.

I see Rod has finally returned from wherever all the boys disappeared to.

You can hype Rae up all you want, she’s not going to play with you!

Yeah, he might be a chess master, but in battle, Rod’s fairly predictable. He just uses his massive reserves of power to keep throwing his minions at his opponents until they run out of magic. In a war of attrition, he’d win every time.

From what I understand, anybody can use spell breaker on the same magic as their own attribute/s, but it’s almost impossible to analyse magic in the middle of a fight, so it’s not a practical spell for most magic users. Manaria is one of the few who can pull it off, making spell breaker a specialty of hers.

Really, Claire, you’re only just noticing Rae is in a bad mood. Maybe if you stopped fawning over Manaria every second of the day, you might have noticed how unusually quiet she has been.

Yeah, Rae being jealous is the most obvious, and predictable reaction in the world. You get no points for guessing it, Claire.

Claire still isn’t convinced of Rae’s feelings, and honestly, this is largely Rae’s fault. Yet, here Claire is offering Rae a chance to actually prove it and erase any lingering doubts.

Yu knows what’s up.

Oh no, now that Manaria has figured Rae out, now comes the next phase, the teasing.

There’s an excellent question, Rae.

All this time, you were trying to set up Claire with Thane. This was the plan, right? For Claire to find her own happiness. Is this not what you’ve been working towards this entire time?

[moonylantsovs]

RULES | 1.13: WE ARE GROUNDERS (2)

summary: the daughter of marcus kane gets sent down to the ground with ninety-nine other teenage criminals and a fake guard on her eighteenth birthday, deciding to take charge of the camp along with the two people she never thought she'd get along with after her previous experience with authority and the privileged

pairings: john murphy x fem!oc, bellamy blake x fem!oc ( slowburn )

taglist: @lotr-got

warnings: best friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, swearing, death, violence, cliffhanger

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War has always been something that Gabriella Kane thought humanity would not encounter for another four hundred years. To her dislike, war has started since the second the hundred had landed on Earth.

It started with the dropship landing on grounder territory instead of Mount Weather and the only way it would end would cause more than half of them to die. Gabriella had to do everything in her power to keep her people alive and that started with keeping Raven alive by helping Clarke stop the bleeding on her and Wells' gunshot wounds.

Raven screamed in pain and gripped Gabriella's hand tighter as Clarke pressed the hot knife against her wound.

"That should stop the external bleeding." Clarke said, looking up at Finn before moving to do the same thing to Wells before his wound got infected.

As Clarke pressed the knife to Wells' shoulder, he gripped the edge of the makeshift table tightly and clenched his jaw to prevent himself from letting out anything other than pained grunts.

"I don't understand. How did Murphy get a gun?" Finn asked as he watched Clarke put a bandage around Wells' shoulder.

Gabriella shifted uncomfortably and stared at her feet, feeling a sudden rush of guilt. She was a hundred percent sure that it was her fault that Murphy got a gun to shoot Raven and Wells with and tried to kill Bellamy.

"Long story." Bellamy immediately dismissed the subject, seeing how Gabriella's expression became stoic at the bare mention of Murphy's name.

"We got lucky." Raven croaked out, sighing and shutting her eyes. "If Murphy hit the fuel tank instead of us, we'd all be dead."

"Wait, there's rocket fuel down there?" Clarke asked and Gabriella instantly wondered how she did not think of it sooner. It was a dropship and it needed rocket fuel to function.

They should have thought about checking beneath the dropship for it weeks ago.

"Is there enough to build a bomb?" The engineer wondered out loud, directing her question at Raven who's eyes flickered knowingly.

"Enough to build a hundred bombs. If we had any gunpowder left."

Gabriella sighed in frustration and rested her forehead in the palm of the hand that was not holding Raven's. She let the harsh reality settle in; not only did Murphy try to kill Bellamy and shoot two of their people, but he also ruined all of their gunpowder by creating a whole in the dropship so he could escape and save his own ass.

"Let's get back to the reapers." Bellamy said, gripping Lincoln's notebook in his hand and putting it in front of Gabriella so she could get a better look at the reaper drawn.

"Maybe they'll help us. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?" He added, making Gabriella scoff.

"Does that look like someone willing to help a hundred teenagers who invaded their home?"

"She's right." Clarke agreed. "We saw them. Trust me, it's not an option."

"There's no time for this." Finn exclaimed impatiently and turned to Clarke. "Can she walk or not?"

"No." The Griffin shook her head. "We have to carry her."

"The hell you will. I'm good to go." Raven snapped, trying to get up but groaned in pain, only to have Gabriella push her to lay back down.

"Like hell you are." She glared down at her. "You have a hole in your leg, Rae. You aren't going anywhere."

Clarke leaned down, looking at the mechanic sternly. "Listen to me. That bullet is still inside you. If by some miracle, there's no internal bleeding, it might hold until we get somewhere safe. But you are not walking there. Is that clear?"

Raven swallowed thickly, trying to keep the tears from forming in her arms, and nodded weakly. Finn nodded to himself. "I'll get a stretcher."

Bellamy glared at the back of Finn's head when he turned around and called after him with a taunting tone. "Can't run away fast enough, huh? Real brave."

Finn swiftly turned around to come chest-to-chest with Bellamy, his glare stone cold. "Dying in a fight you can't win isn't brave, Bellamy, it's stupid."

The male leader scoffed, "Spoken like every coward who's ever run from a fight."

There was a challenging look in Bellamy's eyes and Gabriella could see he was just waiting for another one of Finn's retorts so he could start a fight where he could get his anger out. And as much as Gabriella wanted to see Bellamy beat Finn half to death, they did not have time for that.

"Enough." She scolded, stepping between the two glaring men. "The amount of toxic masculinity in this dropship is making it really hard for me to breathe so I would really appreciate it if you boys would take your cat fight somewhere else and give Clarke and me room to help make sure Raven and Wells don't bleed out until we get somewhere safe." She set her glare on Finn "That was the plan you and your princess set your sights on since you walked back into camp. So I would suggest you shut up and help us deal with this." Bellamy looked down at his co-leader and opened his mouth to retort only to have her turn her glare back on him. "If I were you I would keep my mouth shut too. You might have almost been hanged less than an hour ago but you aren't helping anyone by trying to pick a fight."

"She's right." Wells chimed in, "If you don't stop fighting without any reason we'll never get this over with. We have to get going, now."

"But what happens if they do follow us?" Gabriella asked. "It's a hundred and twenty mile walk to the ocean and there's eighty of us which means we won't go past unnoticed for long--"

"Look, we're wasting time." Finn cut her off, "If you and Bellamy want to stay, you can stay."

With his final words, Finn walked out of the dropship to get a stretcher, ignoring Clarke who called after him, "No, they can't."

Wells was quick to notice the tension between the three leaders and looked down at Raven's half-conscious body before muttering awkwardly, "I'll uh- see if Finn needs any help..."

Once the Jaha left the dropship, Clarke looked between her two co-leaders pleadingly. "I can't do this without the two of you. None of us can."

"What do you want us to say, Clarke?" Bellamy sighed, furrowing his eyebrows in frustration.

"I want you to say that you're with us." Clarke said, looking at her best friend who still had not uttered a word and had her gaze locked on her dirty boots.

"Those kids out there, they listen to you." Clarke added, making Gabriella finally connect her gaze with her. "They listen to both of you."

Gabriella scoffed bitterly, "They're getting ready to go. They listen to you more."

"I gave them an easy choice. But five minutes ago, they were willing to fight and die for you." Clarke pointed out, keeping her gaze on both Gabriella and Bellamy before she added, "You inspire them. I'm afraid we're gonna need that again before this day is through."

And with those final words, Clarke exited the dropship and left the two remaining leaders standing in silence. After a few moments, Bellamy let out a sigh and nudged Gabriella's elbow with his own. "You doing okay, Bambi?"

"No. What happened is my fault and I can't get it out of my head." She admitted, feeling a strange feeling of relief after finally letting her actual feelings off her chest.

Bellamy's face flashed with realization and sympathy at her words and he turned around to face her "Hey, what Murphy did wasn't your fault."

"Yes, it is. If I hadn't begged you to let him stay he would not have killed all those people, Raven would be able to actually walk, we would have gunpowder so we could actually fight back and you wouldn't have almost died." Her voice slightly raised at the end of her rant and she was painfully aware of the tears that were slowly filling her eyes.

"You aren't responsible for the mistakes he makes." Bellamy told her firmly, resisting the sudden urge to comfort the girl in front of him by whipping her tears away and pulling her into his embrace. So instead of that, he opted to comfort her with his words. "If it's anyone's fault it's mine. I should have listened to you. I should have kept the camp in order better and not let them run around like rabid dogs."

Gabriella stared at him with tears in her eyes and with no warning, wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him into a hug. Bellamy stumbled backwards slightly from shock but wrapped one of his arms around her waist and used the other one to caress her hair while he listened to her soft sobs. He felt her hot tears hit the bare skin of his neck which only made him hold her tighter. In the middle of a war, these two broken leaders found comfort in each other's arms, trying to forget that everything around them was imploding and only focused on the few moments of peace they had for now. And that was all they needed.

-

Gabriella and Bellamy stood by the lit campfire in the middle of the camp, watching as the delinquents made their way outside, with Clarke and Wells walking right behind them.

Leaving the delinquents' camp made Gabriella feel bittersweet. It was a place filled with terrible loss in so many different ways but also a place where she was finally able to feel like her old self again...a place where she had almost full control of everything that was happening. A safe haven.

She knew Bellamy had the same thoughts once she saw him gazing into the fire thoughtfully. Hesitantly, she reached up to squeeze his shoulder. "We did good here, Freckles."

Bellamy's shoulders slumped and his face flashed with something similar to defeat. "Eighteen dead."

"Eighty-two alive." Gabriella corrected with a ghost of a smile on her face. "We did good."

The oldest Blake connected his eyes with hers and stared at her face before nodding, speaking the words he knew both of them needed to hear right now "Yeah . . . we did."

He bent down and picked up a bucket of water, spilling it on the fire, and making it dissolve into a small cloud of smoke.

Gabriella and Bellamy made their way to the gates of the camp, where Clarke was waiting for them without Wells this time. The Griffin looked between her two co-leaders and asked, "You two ready to go?"

"It's not like we have a choice, do we?" Gabriella's words were more bitter than intended but she was being honest. A part of her knew that staying in the camp would only end in slaughter. But the other part knew that if they were going to go down, it would not be without a fight.

-

"You know the first thing I'm gonna do when we get to the beach?" Miller spoke up after a few minutes of the delinquents walking in silence.

"No. What?" Jasper deadpanned with fake curiosity, fixing the gun in his grip from behind the three leaders.

Miller smiled that boyish grin of his. "I want to go surfing."

"Quite." Jasper hissed, "Keep your eyes open."

"No more damn trees, just pale, blue water." Miller continued, ignoring Jasper's words completely.

"Shut up, Miller." Gabriella snapped, giving him a warning glare over her shoulder. She was not going to deny that he had a point but his constant talking was giving her a headache.

Out of the blue, Octavia halted in her steps and held her hand up in front of Gabriella so she'd stop too. Once everyone saw the two girls stop, they did too.

"What is it?" Gabriella asked, eying the younger Blake curiously.

Jasper shrugged, holding his gun up high. "I don't see any-"

His words were cut off by a sharp object being thrown at a kid's head, making him drop dead on the forest floor. Panicked gasps could be heard from all around the group and Gabriella did not waste a second before lifting up her gun, getting ready for whatever was coming.

"Grounders!"

Gabriella, Bellamy, and Clarke started yelling at everyone to get back to camp, to the safety of the walls they built when they landed.

All gunners were on the wall, looking through their riffles and waiting for any sight of grounders. Gabriella swapped her small gun with Philip's rifle and rushed over to stand by Bellamy's side so she could get a better look at what was outside. She liked the rifle in her hands to her eye and looked through it, but saw nothing outside of the camp.

Clarke swiftly made her way by their side, looking around the woods with a scared expression on her face.

"Where are they? Why aren't they attacking?" Bellamy asked, obviously not seeing anything either.

"Because we're doing exactly what they wanted us to do." Clarke realized.

Bellamy narrowed his eyes, slight annoyance in them. "What are you talking about?"

Clarke ignored him and turned around to look at Wells, who was already looking up at her, equally confused by her words as the rest of them.

"Lincoln said the scouts would be the first to arrive." She said.

"If it's just scouts, we can fight our way out. That's what Lincoln would do." Octavia's words made Bellamy's body stiffen and he was quick to retort.

"We're done doing what that grounder would do." He hopped down from his place on the wall. "We tried it and now Drew is dead. You want to be next?"

"That grounder saved our lives. I agree with Octavia. For all we know, there's one scout out there." Finn exclaimed, making Gabriella roll her eyes and walk over to them.

"You really want to take that risk, Spacewalker?" Gabriella glared. "You're free to walk out and get yourself killed but it's your funeral."

"That scout has insanely good aim." Jasper called over his shoulder.

"Clarke, we can still do this." Octavia pleaded, looking up at the Griffin girl.

"Looking at you, girls." Bellamy sighed, looking between his fellow leaders, his pleading look matching his sister's almost perfectly. "What's it gonna be? Run and get picked off out in the open, or stand and fight back?"

Gabriella allowed a faint smirk to trace her lips as she shrugged, "Well you both know what I think. That means it's two against one either way." She looked at Clarke. "But you still get your vote, Princess."

After a moment of debating, Clarke got down from the wall only to have Finn grab her forearm. "Clarke. If we're still here when Tristan gets here--"

"Lincoln said 'scouts'. More than one." Clarke cut him off. "He said 'get home before the scouts arrive'. Finn, they're already here." She turned back around to give Gabriella and Bellamy a defeated look and sighed. "Looks like you've got your fight."

Bellamy smirked slightly and turned towards the delinquents who were awaiting their orders. "Okay, then. This is what we've been preparing for. Kill them before they kill us. Gunners, to your posts. Use the tunnels to get in and out."

"From now on, the gates stay closed!" Gabriella added, "And don't waste any unnecessary bullets!"

The delinquents scattered around to do what they needed to do and both Bellamy and Gabriella noticed Octavia was following them.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Bellamy exclaimed, blocking her path. "You're not gunner."

"No, I'm not. It's like you said...I'm a grounder." Octavia said confidently, brushing past them, barely giving Gabriella a chance to register the fact that she had a sword in her hand.

"When did you get a sword?!" The blonde called after her, but Octavia was already inside the foxhole. Gabriella's shoulders slumped down and confusion was written all over her face, while she asked, "Why is she carrying a sword?"

Bellamy let out a frustrated sigh and answered, "You don't wanna know."

-

"We got twenty-five rifles with twenty rounds each, give or take. Roughly five hundred rounds of ammo. While you two were gone we made some improvements. Thanks to Raven, the gully is mined."

Raven scoffed at Bellamy's words from her place on the dropship seat. "Partially mined. Thanks to Murphy."

"Still, it's the main route in." Bellamy said, ignoring the mechanic's pessimism. "If the grounders use it, we'll know. She and Wells also built grenades."

Clarke frowned at the sight of only two of them. "It's not many."

"Again, thank you, Murphy." Gabriella muttered bitterly, her sadness and disappointment for the boy being replaced by anger in the few hours she had to process what he did.

"We'll make them count." Bellamy reassured her. "If the grounders make it through the front gate, guns and grenades should force them back."

"And then?" Wells could not help but ask, raising his eyebrows.

His question was followed by a pregnant silence before Raven was the one to speak up, "Then we close the door and pray."

"And pray what?" Clarke asked, "That the ship keeps them out? Because it won't."

"Then let's not let them through the gate." Bellamy said with determination.

"Or we can just all go inside, close the doors, and beg for them to think we're not home. That sounds a hell of a lot easier." Gabriella spoke, a mix of sarcasm and venom dripping from her voice.

Bellamy huffed in amusement, still not understanding how the girl next to him could find the ability to joke around in the middle of war. He lifted the walkie in his hand and commanded "All foxholes, listen up. Keep your eyes and ears open. Inflict casualties, as many as possible. You can hold them off long enough to make them turn back. That's the plan."

"That's always your plan, just like the bomb at the bridge."

Gabriella turned to glare at Finn. "Do you ever stop talking? Unless you've got a better idea, keep your mouth shut and let the adults handle the situation."

"It can't be that simple." Clarke whispered, drawing attention to herself. She ignored the questioning looks and looked at Gabriella and Raven. "You said there's fuel in those rockets, right? Enough to build a hundred bombs."

"I also said we've got no gunpowder left." Raven reminded her, not understanding what she meant.

"I don't want to build a bomb." Clarke shook her head. "I want to blast off."

Gabriella and Raven grinned in understanding, the latter being the one to speak up, "Draw them in close. Fire the rockets. A ring of fire."

"Barbecued grounders." Bellamy nodded. "I like it."

"I'm in as long as it keeps us alive." Wells shrugged. "Besides, if anyone can do that it's Raven and Ella."

"Will it work?" Finn asked, looking down at his ex-girlfriend.

"The wiring is a mess down there, but yeah. You give me enough time, we'll cook them real good." Raven confirmed but Bellamy quickly chimed in.

"Yeah, Gabi isn't staying in. Clarke and Finn will help you here and Gabi and Wells will come with me. We need as many gunners as we can get."

"You think you will be fine with me leaving for a bit?" Gabriella asked, side-eying the ponytail-wearing mechanic.

"I'll be fine."

-

Gabriella stood in between Wells and Bellamy, her rifle tight in her grasp and her vision locked on the gates while Bellamy was desperately trying to catch sight of his little sister in the crowd of delinquents.

"Where's Octavia?" He finally asked Miller after not being able to find her.

"She left five minutes ago. Didn't say where to. She thinks she's a damn samurai."

Gabriella gaped at Miller. "And you let her leave?"

"She had a sword." Miller deadpanned. "What was I supposed to do? Threaten I'd call her brother and his girlfriend and tell on her?"

"You see anything?" Bellamy asked Wells, ignoring Gabriella and Miller's silent argument.

"No." Wells huffed impatiently. "What are they even waiting for?"

"The longer they wait, the better. This is about buying time with Raven."

"I see them. They're moving! I count two, three-- no, wait, there more. I don't know man. There's too many of them."

There was a loud gunshot echoing through the forest and Gabriella felt herself panicking. "Who fired the shot?"

"Probably Sterling." Philip told her.

Miller quickly added. "South foxhole."

Gabriella snatched the walkie from Bellamy's hands. "South foxhole, report now."

There were two more gunshots before Starling spoke."Yeah, yeah. We're okay. They didn't attack, it's like shooting at ghosts."

"There." Philip exclaimed just as Starling stopped talking. "I see them!"

Both Philip and Miller started shooting at the barely visible shadows of grounders in the trees, while Gabriella, Bellamy, and Wells yelled for them to stop.

"Hold your fire!" Bellamy finally snapped loudly. Once the two gunners did what he said, he said again, "Reload. Now."

"Those were our last clips." Miller said, almost sheepishly.

"We should-- we should fall back."

Gabriella instantly shook her head. "No way. If this position falls, they'd have straight access to the gates. Use the mines if they get closer, Bellamy, Wells, and I will cover for you."

"What if they don't work?" Philip asked, looking straight at Gabriella.

"They will."

"Ella, Jasper, we need you in the dropship right now."

Bellamy rolled his eyes at the sound of Clarke's voice and took the walkie from Gabriella's hands. "Negative. We can't give up the west woods and we barely have any ammo here so Gabi has to stay."

"The west woods are mined, Bellamy. The grounders just figured that out. Jasper, get in here."

"I swear to god, if we die it's because she can't get his priorities straight I'm gonna kill her." Gabriella scoffed and Bellamy made a small noise of agreement while Wells just rolled his eyes.

"All gunners listen up. The grounders are not attacking. They're making us waste bullets. Don't shoot when they're running laterally."

"That's my boy." Gabriella muttered proudly, realizing how true Jasper's words were.

"Jasper's right." Bellamy spoke into the walkie again, "Don't fire until you're sure it's an attack. Repeat, do not fire until you are sure."

"Let me use this for a second." Gabriella said, pulling the walkie out of Bellamy's hands and putting it to her mouth. "Are the mines working?"

"Yeah." Jasper spoke through the walkie-talkie. "Why? Is everything okay?"

Gabriella's mind flashed to the east foxhole, remembering they were out of ammo and one of the weakly guarded foxholes. She took a deep breath before turning to Bellamy. "I'm going to take the walkie and head to the east foxhole with Wells. If anyone needs backup it's them."

"I'll go with you."

The youngest Kane shook her head at his words. "No, you stay here and make sure everything here is going well. We will be fine. Wells will cover for me."

"I will?" Wells' eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Seeing Gabriella's almost threatening raised eyebrow, Wells pursed his lips and nodded. "Right...it's not like I have a choice."

"Just..." Bellamy sighed, looking down at Gabriella with a glint of worry in his brown eyes "be safe."

"Safe is my middle name." Gabriella grinned confidently, giving her male co-leader a two-finger salute before grabbing Wells' forearm and dragging him away.

-

"Stand your ground, if they take the gate, we're all dead."

Gabriella and Wells share a worried look before they quicken their pace back towards the now-empty west foxhole.

"They've broken through! There are hundreds of them! They're heading for the gate! Game over, man!"

"Yeah, no kidding." Gabriella muttered when a bunch of grounders with swords came barging toward her and Wells. Both of them raised their riffles and started shooting at them, trying to kill as many as they could.

Gabriella was surprised when one of the two last grounders pushed her onto the floor and raised his sword above his head. He was barely able to slice her shoulder when two loud shots rang through the air and the grounder dropped on the floor, along with the swords in his hand.

Wells stood above him, panting and staring down at Gabriella in concern. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." Gabriella nodded, accepting his extended hand and getting to her feet before putting his chest lightly. "Thanks, Princey."

"See, I can be a badass." Wells said, a ghost of a smirk appearing on his face that made Gabriella snort and shake her head.

"You just ruined it."

Wells rolled his eyes and checked his gun. "I'm out of ammo."

Gabriella frowned. "Get to the dropship." She ordered, getting ready to head out and find Bellamy.

Wells shook his head stubbornly. "No, I'm not leaving you."

Gabriella eyed him momentarily before sighing. "You really are a pain in the ass, huh?"

"Well, you called me worse." Wells chuckled slightly, mirroring the blonde's small smile.

Gabriella was cut off by saying something when even more grounders started attacking and Miler yelled. "There are too many! Everybody to the dropship, now!"

"No!" Clarke yelled desperately from her place at the dropship door. "We need more time. Gunners, stay at your posts. The rest of you get inside. You too, Wells."

Clarke did not expect Wells to shake his head and say, "No, I'm going to help Ella look for Bellamy."

"Where is he?" Clarke asked, making Gabriella run her hand through her head in frustration. "Obviously not here. He has to be somewhere outside with Octavia, we'll go look for him."

Clarke did not even get a chance to try and keep them there because there was a loud bang heard in the sky, followed by a big blinding light, falling down.

"Is that from The Ark?" A girl named Fox asked and Clarke stared at the sky in disbelief.

"That is The Ark."

"We don't have time to talk about this now." Gabriella said, grabbing a hold of Wells' forearm. "We have to go now."

-

"Bellamy, where the hell are you?" Gabriella asked into the walkie-talkie as she and Wells got deeper and deeper into the forest and away from the dropship. The pain in her shoulder was getting worse but there was no turning back now, they needed to find Bellamy and he wasn't answering on the walkie.

"I don't know where I am." Frustration was clear in Bellamy's voice when he finally spoke up and Gabriella saw Wells pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration out of the corner of her eye.

"What do you mean you don't know where you are?" Gabriella hissed. "Wells and I are looking for you outside of the gate and you need to get to camp now."

"Why did you get out to look for me? Are you out of your damn mind?" Bellamy half-yelled on the other side of the walkie.

"Can you two stop flirting and get back to the dropship?" Clarke's voice cut off their argument.

Gabriella rolled her eyes and said, "We'll be there in a minute."

When Gabriella turned around to say something to Wells, she did not expect to see him unconscious on the floor. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain similar to the one on her shoulder and Gabriella felt her vision go black.

[obito76]

Debbie on AO3:

Could you please write a smut where Beast Boy is playing video game, while Raven is horny so she decides to give him a blowjob while he plays. Then he fucks her rough on the bed, slapping her ass and degrading her.

Thank you so much!

Thanks for the idea 🔥✨

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Focus on me

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“Just a little more and i will be on final level.” Gar remarked with an amused grumble. She noticed that his character was throwing punches and kicks to the opposite character. No wonder it was taking him so long, she huffed inwardly. Time to remind him that he had a girlfriend, and they were alone like this after a really long time so he should be paying attention to her instead of his game. Not that she truly begrudged him his fun, but she wanted more attention than normal on this particular free day, and she figured he wouldn’t mind her interruption, not by the time they were done.

She walked up behind the couch where he sat and draped her arms over his shoulders, sinking down to press a kiss under his ear, below the padding clutching his headset in place. He turned just a bit and flashed her a smile and spoke softly, “Sorry, Rae. Maybe thirty more minutes?” She sighed at that and stood up, and he looked up with concern, his character halting in place on screen as he started to loose. “Rae?”

Squeezing his shoulder in a hand, she smiled at him and nodded, and then she slipped around to join him on the couch. She crossed her legs, deliberately giving him a flashing view between her thighs as she did. Then her hand settled on his leg, and she seemed to watch as he played. She wasn’t really paying the game much mind, however, all of her attention focused on him. He held his controller up against his chest as he played, his lips pursed crookedly in concentration as his selected character battled the enemy. Her hand on his leg moved up along his thigh, and she gave a very meaningful rub of her hand across the most sensitive area of the inner thigh. The sharp intake of breath she heard was definitely her doing, and she grinned at his expression, trying so hard to focus on his game, though he clearly wanted to encourage her as well. His legs parted and she shook her head with a rueful grin. He thought to hold out against her ministrations? Very well, then.

She slid down from the couch to kneel between his legs. He glanced down at her, and lifted his hips when she gave a tug on his pants. Baring him, she smirked quietly as he cursed the cold air, and she breathed her own hot breath on him in response. She felt him twitch in response as she inhaled his scent, trying not to make any sounds that would give himself away. And she hadn’t even touched him yet. He wouldn’t make it, she realized with a smirk. That was what she wanted.

Her hands massaged his thighs, and she scrapped her nails over sensitive skin. She kissed his hips, his stomach, smiled as his erection bobbed at every close brush, every puff of breath that drifted over its sensitive skin, trying so desperately to get her to touch it directly. She did, but only to move it out of her way, hooking a finger around it to tug it aside as she kissed where it had left a mark on his stomach with its excitement, tongue darting out to lick him clean.

She peeked up, making sure his attention was on the screen and not her, and she held her breath a moment so it wouldn’t give her away. The surprise of her lips wrapping fully around him had him unable to stop the curse from passing his lips. She guessed that something happened. She snorted at that, and he pressed against her tongue at how odd it felt with him so fully in her mouth at the time. He gently bonked the top of her head with his elbow, flashing her a “It’s your fault” look. Quirking a brow at him, she began to pull away and he set a pacifying hand on her head with a pleading expression. Smirking, she rolled her eyes with amused tolerance, and took readily to trying to make him lose his control.

Her head moved over him in a fervor, her breathing hot and heavy, rolling along his length whenever she pulled back to fill her lungs. She couldn’t take him all beyond her lips, especially not after blowing him after a long time, but she found she didn’t have to, as long as she used her tongue and hands properly. So she did, hand stroking where her mouth could not, tongue teasing him, pressing along him. Her other hand came up under her cock to tease the wrinkled skin of his balls fondling them lovingly, feeling pulses and jumps under her touch.

Gar began to groan, biting the sound off in a frustrated hiss as voices shouted in his ear unit screen flashed “Game Over!” in red. He ripped off his headset with an aggravated growl, tossing it along with his controller across the room. His hands pushed stray purple bangs back so he could see her face, and he moaned, quietly but with such a deep, longing tension in the sound, “Let me take care of you now.”

Raven smiled before kissing his balls, lips lingering for a bit. She faught an urge to just nuzzle her nose in them before getting up.

They stumbled on her room before she broke their lip contact, keeping her back still towards him as she removed her cloak and let it fall to the floor, back turning down to take off the shoes as well as Gar watched as leotard went in, relieving dark blue lace underwear and the curve of her ass to him. He sighed, walking up to her, his fingers playing with the fabric as the shoes fell to the floor, her back still down as his fingers played with her lips, feeling them grow wet under his touch as she bit her lip, silence flooding the room. She groaned into his touch, looking back to see his body press itself more and more, before finally she took off her leotard and walked to the bed, her soaking underwear following as Gar began to take off his pants as well, not climbing onto the bed until he was in nothing more than boxers. She looked up to see the reason she was so wet right now, he was probably perfect in her eyes. His chest, his arms, how he got this much hot she never asked not when his cock was ready to burst out of his boxers. With how caved in he was she simply kissed his chest, running down she kissed his each abs before coming up. She locked her gaze on him as she circled her tongue around his nipple while teasing her own.

“I really like it when you're this horny.” He observed, looking down to see her body shift as she moved her thighs and looked up, locking eyes as her fingers fished for the bra strap, taking it off slowly as her breasts burst out, the perfect shape and her erect dark grey nipple, he wanted to just grab them and have a taste. “God they are perfect.” He was used to see her naked. But whenever she undress it never failed to make him more excited.

“And growing impatient.” Raven smiled, removing the underwear as he laughed before doing the same, his rock hard cock running down the slickness of her pussy. “No more playing, Please just fuck me.” She groaned, forcing his hands on her tits.

“Alright then.” Slipping in fully she gasped, hands shooting forward to grab something just as he moved his back down, thrusting in and out restlessly. “Fuck Rae.. is this what you wanted..my cock?” Smiling down he didn’t kiss her lips, wanting to try and keep the makeup enact from the beauty of it. Instead he bit her neck, tongue swirling as he drilled fast, his hand on her throat.

“Y..Yes. Gar, please use me.” Moving her hips with him she looked up at the ceiling, closing her eyes for a moment just to feel him. His hands running down her body, hot tongue leaving marks and saliva on her skin and his cock deep inside, making her pussy wet by the second, only growing more and more of a mess as her hair rubbed against the soft pillow, her body getting numb from his touch. “I'm gonna cum Gar, spank me..”

He did what she asked.

“Yes!” she said. And then his hand came down on the bare skin of her ass again, slapping it hard.

The sting of it sent a heavenly quiver through her legs. Fuck.. oh God, the feelings sent through her. There had been a tiny part of her that had wondered if she was going to like this when it was really happening or if it was something that only did it for her in her head. Yeah, she was going to like this. She was going to like this a lot.

“Fuck Rae, you are squeezing me really tight.” he said.

“Do it again,” she moaned. “Harder.”

Another slap. Harder than before. She couldn’t have stopped herself from moaning if she’d wanted to.

“You like that, huh?” he asked. Another slap. “You like it when I spank you?”

“So much,” she said. “Please don’t stop…”

He kept going: more slaps, hard enough for her to feel, to send that wave of excitement through her body every time his hand touched her skin. He didn’t always slap the same place, either, and that heightened the anticipation: that little uncertainty about where she was going to feel it next. “Fuck, I'm a slut Gar, hit me.” she told him. “That’s exactly what I want…” She gasped at the feel of the next slap. “Yes, like that…you can do it a lot harder…”

“You are so hot” he smirked. Another slap, a lot harder, just like she’d asked, and oh God oh God oh God.

“Yes, like that, yes, just like that,” she moaned loudly. “More, please…”

Raven couldn’t have prepared herself for the feeling, not entirely. The way it felt to be this exposed, this uncontrolled, this divorced from concerns about what was the most sensible thing to do or how she needed to present herself. The way it felt to cede herself to someone else’s control with this kind of trust. She couldn’t even have known what this kind of trust felt like before she met Gar. But this was how it felt, this perfect balance between them: him spanking her and making her cry out in bliss and feel things that almost overpowered her and at the same time asking her if she liked it, if it was good, what she wanted from him. Feeling like there was nothing she could do but let the sensations fill her body without any way to stop them and at the same time knowing somewhere that she could stop this any moment, that she was completely safe with Gar.

God, she didn’t know when she’d been so turned on. She rocked her hips against him, almost without thinking about it.

“Don’t hold back, cum for me Rae.” He hushed, ghosting his lips over her. “C'mon baby cum.. cum.”

“Fuck, Gar!” Yelling the words she withered under his body, her head falling back and stress unwinding by the moment before he emptied his load inside her, filling her completely.

“Well, that was good.” He chuckled, throwing his head down to lean on hers, his body sore and slick with sweat. Her scent made his mind even more tired just as he didn’t feel her protest, she didn’t remove her body from beneath him, instead she let him lay on her side.

“Yeah, it was amazing.” Getting her back up she felt an arm wrap around her naked waist, pulling Raven back to the softness of the pillows and blankets, his warm cologne welcoming her. She wanted to stay, stay with him for a moment longer underneath his touch, with her body secured around his, drown in the boy’s lazy voice.

“Stay.” Kissing down her neck he smiled, feeling her calmly settle back right before she turned around, face meeting him with a gentle smile on her face.

“Of course.”

Someone wanted me to write this, so here we are.

Prompts are open i think, sometimes i have time and then i don't. It depends on my mood. 😂

Gar and Raven being all hot and sexy.🥵 I always wanted to write something like this.

Until then...

[maplecornia]

chapter five

m.list | sea of treasure m.list | bts m.list | ateez m.list | stray kids m.list | playlist

word count :: 2.66K

pairing(s) :: taehyung x female!reader | mingi x female!oc | hyunjin x female!oc | jimin x female!oc | jungkook x female!oc

genre :: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst | idol au

summary :: “some memories are too painful to bear"

warnings (constantly updated) :: cliffhangers | angst | fluff | slight mentions of self hatred | depression | mental health illness | self harm | occurs in the year 2025 | set in a timeline where BTS went to the military together | slight language | mentions of rape | childhood trauma | multiple forms of abuse | mentions of blood and injuries | toxic relationships | mentions of alcohol and drugs | r*pe | assault | graphic depictions of all the above

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Melody was once hospitalized in a room such as this. 

Peeling wallpaper and drafty curtains, random assortments of things tossed about as though that would make it feel more like home. A picture frame there, a small couch here, blankets and pillows scattered on the floor, candles alight to try and chase away the rancid smell of disinfectant and sanitization. 

Yes, all of it are things she is familiar with, things she wishes she wouldn't remember even after all this time. 

"Your sister better get here soon, or she's going to miss out." 

Melody swallows hard at her mother's voice, dropping the picture frame she was holding into the box laid open on her mother's bed. She chooses instead to busy herself with gathering up the carefully folded clothes decorating the bedsheet. 

"Well, you know Yen, always late to everything." Melody mutters, intentionally avoiding Jocelynn's stern look her way. 

"Melody..." 

"What?" 

"You know what."

Melody sighs, raising her eyes to her mother and falling defeated beneath her clear instruction. It takes her a moment, but she manages a forced smile, taking her mother's hand.

"Don't worry, Mom. I promise to keep the peace." 

Jocelynn returns the smile, squeezing her daughter's hand a bit before she pulls away. Seeing her daughter's fight like this, seeing two once inseparable siblings' relationship strained like this, pains her in a way she doesn't know how to express. She knows that Melody feels betrayed, and she understands why Yen had to do what she had to do, but Jocelynn hates being put in the middle of the two. So for now, perhaps it is easier to ignore the situation entirely. 

“I can’t wait to get out of here," She chuckles to herself. "I can’t believe it took this long to get discharged.” 

Melody scoffs, rolling her eyes at her blatant ignorance. 

"It's your own fault, you know." 

"How so?" Jocelynn hums, prompting Melody to turn to her incredulously. 

"Seriously?" Melody can't help but laugh at her mother's blank stare when she turns her eyes to hers. Jocelynn grows offended, tossing a stray sock at her daughter's head in retaliation when she doesn't give her a straight answer. 

"Yes, seriously!" 

Melody laughs, catching the sock midair. 

"Oh come on, Mom." The next time Jocelynn throws a sock it catches Melody right in her face and she groans, pulling the sock off before tossing it aside. As she speaks, she tries to hide the smile growing on her face at the sound of Jocelynn's laughter, but Jocelynn spies it clear as day, and her heart grows warm with affection. "You were ready to be discharged a month after your attack, but you refused bed rest and opened your stitches. They wanted to keep you a few weeks after, but you just had to get restless and assist the hospital staff. A fall and two later you’ve slipped on wet tile and have rebroken your ribs and leg.” 

Melody smirks as Jocelynn's former smile falls and she turns from her, busying herself with packing her box instead. Melody can tell she's growing embarrassed by the way she fidgets with the items she puts away and the way she avoids her eyes. 

“Okay, I take it back, maybe I don’t want to be reminded.” 

Melody can't help but chuckle, shaking her head. 

“Honestly, I don’t blame them for keeping you an extra month to ensure you got your proper rest after all that.” 

Perhaps Jocelynn says something next, perhaps she begins to laugh once more, perhaps she smiles her way, or perhaps she does none of those things and continues to stay silent, feigning ignorance towards the grave she has dug for herself. Melody wouldn't know, for her attention is now solely focused on a picture frame sitting on her mother's nightstand. She pauses, setting down the folded clothes for a moment before picking it up.

It is of the three of them, back when they had first moved to Korea, smiling up at the camera as they stood in front of the house they would soon live and make beautiful memories in. Jocelynn sits on the front steps, holding her daughters tightly to her sides, as she laughs. Melody couldn't be any older than four or five in the photo, her hair a mess as it falls from a carefully tied ponytail, her cheeks rosy as she giggles, leaning back in her mother's arms. Yen, only a year or so older, watches the two of them with soft, quiet eyes, her smile following that of the same nature. 

Melody has seen this photo multiple times, and has passed by the table it used to sit on countless times before. On the way to school, when she had just arrived home, storming out of the house after a fight with her sister or her mother, on the way to meet with friends...It was one of many that used to decorate their house, a hobby her mother had picked up to immortalize their new memories, as though that would destroy all of the bad.

She has seen it so many times, she should know every detail, she should have memorized the looks on their faces, and be able to recognize every mark. But in all her years of gazing at this photo, she's never noticed the look in her sister's eyes. Though she's smiling, she seems almost...

Sad. 

If you look close enough, you can see the gloss over her eyes as she begins to disassociate, her mind going somewhere else, somewhere dark. Her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes, it seems strained, forced. As though she were only smiling for the sake of those beside her, as though she were trying to convince them, convince herself, that she was okay. 

The thought sends bile, hot and bitter against Melody's throat. Swallowing hard, she tosses the frame into the box, tearing her eyes away from the past. 

“How could she let this happen to you?” 

The thought comes out as a whisper, words she had never meant to say. As her mother turns to her, the bile grows more prominent. So much so that she can now taste it clear on her tongue, her heart dropping to her gut in devastation as those familiar green eyes meet hers.

“Hm? What was that sweetheart?” 

Melody clears her throat, blinking hard. She shakes her head, equally relieved and yet slightly disappointed that her mother did not hear her. She knows that it would have started a fight, a fight she does not wish to engage in at the moment, but in a way she wishes she could. That they would stop pretending these problems were not there, that they would quit ignoring the massive elephant in the room; that she could finally release all the pent-up frustration and betrayal that has been eating at her heart. No, instead, she chases all those feelings away, bottles them up for a little while longer before she turns to her mother with a smile. 

"Nothing. It wasn't important."

As Melody returns to packing, Jocelynn watches her silently in concern. 

Ever since they were young, they were close. They did everything together, and couldn't stand being separated from the other. Melody would rely on her sister for everything, to the point where Jocelynn would sometimes wonder if she was actually her mother. But she knew Melody relied on Yen for things she could never rely on her for. Things that she was too embarrassed to say in front of her mother, things she was afraid she would be judged for. 

Likewise, Yen protected both Melody and Jocelynn as though her life depended on it. She would watch over Melody closely during school, on every outing, even when she got her first boyfriend. She would take care of her mother just as diligently. Keeping an eye out when she needed her, forcing her to rest when Jocelynn was being stubborn, and taking over household tasks whenever her mother needed her to do so. 

Jocelynn knows that if she had to choose between herself, or her family's being, Yen would always choose her family. For the one time she didn't, the one time she chose to prioritize herself, she nearly lost the two people she cherished the most in the world. 

The thought pains her heart as much as this tremulous fight does. 

Jocelynn knows things cannot be fixed between her daughters so easily, but that doesn't mean she doesn't wish for things to return to the way they were. It doesn't mean that she can't hope for their reconciliation and forgiveness. Which she does, every day she sees the pain and turmoil in each of their eyes. 

Watching Melody now, watching the way this is eating her up inside, she ponders whether or not she should say something. But she never gets the chance to find out, for as soon as she opens her mouth, she catches sight of Yen in the doorway. 

"Yen." 

At the sound of her sister's name, Melody goes still, turning to face her for the first time since she left. She watches with a blank stare as Yen smiles that dorkish, sheepish smile, fidgeting with the cuffs of her sleeves as she steps into the room. She notes how she can barely meet her eyes for two minutes, how every bone and tendon in her body tenses, preparing to run away at the nearest opportunity. 

That's what she does best, isn't it?

Running away?

"Hi." 

“Hello dear, we were just packing a few things.” Jocelynn smiles softly, opening her arms to welcome the hug that Yen readily gives her upon her arrival. 

“I’m sorry I’m late, the session took longer than I anticipated.” As you release your mother, grimacing when she pinches your cheek, you glance towards Melody. She avoids your eyes, focusing on packing the box that sits in front of her. You wish she could look at you, see how happy you are to see her, that you wish you could wrap your arms around her, and envelop her in the hug you had been waiting to give her since she had first arrived. 

“Oh that’s right, that was today! How did it go?” 

You suppose that is selfish, however. To wish for something you do not deserve. 

Turning from her, you smile at your mom, picking up a few empty boxes from their carefully assorted pile on the floor. “It was fine, it was more of an introduction than anything.”

When Melody scoffs, it brings silence to the room once more. 

You freeze, your fingers tightening around the cardboard rim as you raise your eyes to her precariously. She's not looking at you, not really, but it is clear that the cynical laugh that erupts from her lips is directed towards you. And this time, when those fierce eyes meet yours, you don't dare look away. 

“I’m sorry, no really, I am. It’s just, aren’t you the one who ‘didn’t need therapy’? Now you’re attending sessions?” 

You can't help but smile to yourself at her sarcasm, complete even with the air quotes. And though your mother beside you sends Melody a severe warning look, it's hard for you to be mad at her. 

At least you got your wish, albeit only partly.

“I was wrong. Turns out I need more help than I let on.” You mutter, turning from her to reach for a lamp on an opposite dresser. You miss the way the smile falls, you miss the way her eyes darken in her overwhelming bitterness. 

“Well, I’m glad you’ve been given time to work on yourself, all things considered." Melody hisses between gritted teeth. You turn to her, but the pitiful look in your eyes does nothing to ease her anger, it only fuels it, turning it malicious. "I mean, I’m surprised you can even show your face in public given your situation.” 

"Melody!" 

Though Jocelynn may berate her, the dagger has already hit the mark as it was intended. Cutting deep and bloody into your back. A precious spot that will soon fester and grow until Melody has managed to inflict the same pain you inflicted on her the minute you turned away.   

You choke back the scoff, and swallow the bile that rises in your throat at the mention of your scandal, barely managing to maintain your faltering smile as you raise your eyes to meet hers once more. 

And there it is again. 

The same look you had in the picture, the same look that you had that night she had begged you to stay. The same glossed eyes, the same false smile, the same mask you always wear to hide what's truly underneath. 

Melody can't stand to see those eyes boring into hers any longer. 

“You know what? I’m feeling a bit hungry, does anyone want anything?” Melody waits a beat to see if either of you will reply, but when she is met with silence she smirks, rolling her eyes and snatching her wallet off the desk beside her. “Lovely.” 

Almost as soon as she steps out of the doorway, you are already defeated, plopping down on Jocelynn's bed, amidst a disarray of clothes and packing supplies. Jocelynn eyes you carefully, as she silently resumes her packing. 

"Is it always going to be like this?" you murmur, wondering if the tightness in your chest belongs to that of guilt or melancholy. You sigh deeply, leaning on the box Jocelynn is working on. Shaking her head at your dramatics, she swats you away. 

“Can you blame her?” 

“Well, no.” Letting out another disgruntled groan, you flop on your back from your previously upright posture, causing the bed to shake and the boxes to jump a bit in its wake. You hold your arms over your eyes, as though that would erase every ounce of guilt, or at least hide you from your transgressions if only for a short while. “But that’s what makes it worse.” 

Rolling her eyes, Jocelynn reaches for a book directly underneath your head and yanks it out from underneath you. You let out a yelp at the surprise, but pout when you see it was just your mother trying to grab your attention. 

"It won't always be like this." She smiles down at you, taking a seat beside you and tucking your hair behind your ear affectionately. You give in to her touch, adjusting yourself so that your head is on her lap, and she is stroking your hair much like you were a child again who had just woken up from a nightmare. "She’s your sister, sweetheart, she’s going to forgive you. She just needs a little time.” 

“I find that kind of hard to believe.” You can't help but mutter, unable to even meet your mother's eyes as she regards you in sympathy. 

There have been many times in the past where you may have believed that to be true. Like the time you accidentally dropped Melody in the deep end when you were children or the time you forgot to walk home with her from school, but this time...

Not once has Melody ever let you down. She's always been there when you needed her, showed up when you asked her to, stayed by your side when there was no one else but her to do so. And yet, the one time she asks the same of you, the one time she begs you to stay, you leave her behind, not even daring to look back. 

After years upon years of promising her you'd never leave, that's exactly what you did. 

Is that level of selfishness so easily forgiven? 

That is the same question Melody asks herself from where she had been listening at the door, barely managing to choke down the tears that begin to grow as she turns away from the room and the sister she once thought she knew.

CH.06 here

[onepintobean]

Shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people.

thank you for the tags @raenestee and @supercutedinosaurs❤️

So Hot You're Hurting My Feelings - Caroline Polachek

Run Away With Me - Carly Rae Jepsen

Make Out - Julia Nunes

Now That We Don't Talk - Taylor Swift

Lovin On Me - Jack Harlow (this is @shrekgogurt's fault)

Dancing in the Street - Stephen Day (also Mary's fault)

Famous - The Summer Set

Make Your Own Kind Of Music - Cass Elliot

Ants Marching - Dave Matthews Band (y'all won't guess whose fault this one is)

Shatter - Maggie Rogers (this is the one I've actually had on repeat this week!)

10 no-pressure tags and hellos to @shrekgogurt @roomwithanopenfire @martsonmars @best--dress @ileadacharmedlife @nine-frogs-in-a-trenchcoat @basiltonbutliketheherb @tumblingwombats @yellobb @papierhaikuphoto

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Wow that as fast lol love the answers!

1: is there any modern comics that is canon in your universe? Like the recent action comics with the blue earth moment? Can see Chris having a problem with them for not being from earth.

2: would chris be the last Zod alive in your universe? Or would he be able to extend the bloodline with thara? Orrrr for drama/sadness, he ends up sacrificing himself to save his “real” family the Els.

3: don’t know if I ask this earlier, (except the duo didn’t exist question) what would it take to retire the duo?

4: maybe a nsfw question, skip it if it is, was there a plan to ship them together like a couple? Like how some ppl ship the super-sons together?

5: in their phones, what’s their family/friends contact names? Like just regular mom or mama Lois 👩🏻 for Chris

6: when taking a picture/selfie what silly face would they do?

1) Well as of recently because of the positive buzz about Beast World I got from a mutual or two, I might incorporate that with Chris and Jake no doubt being caught up trying to prevent Garro spores from entering into people in Bludhaven let alone themselves. Mar’i and Jake I can definitely see being wowed when Kory freed their Dad via luring the spore out but then crushing it with her teeth, preventing her from transforming while Dick was cured. I can definitely see Chris and Jake being there for their friend Jasper as not only is there the obvious with his Dad but also he’ll need their aid in preventing his mother Rae from being possessed by her dark self.

I haven’t been able to check out what’s going on in Action Comics so far (mainly I’ll pick it back up once Jon is restored to his proper age but I digress) but from what I can look up, the Blue Earth Movement are most definitely gonna be adapted as regular adversies for both Chris’ family and Jake’s too given their whole Human Supremacy shtick. Especially since in my own canon, Bludhaven has a sizable population of Tamaranean immigrants

2) In the future of this world…I can see Chris and Thara finally being wedded together and having a child or two together so neither Dru nor Chris would be the last of the House of Zod biologically speaking.

Though Chris might be identify as a Zod by birthright, he still proudly accepts his adoption into the House of El by Clark and Lois

3) I can only see them permanently retire once in their older ages when maybe their powers are beginning to dampen, they leave behind successors they trained for the ways of super hero work if they feel like stepping up, and the have fulfilling lives with their respective true loves

As for temporary retirements like you’d see if they’re kids and the like, likely if an internally traumatic and painful event in their lives happens with their inability to stop it or even moreso if it’s their fault somehow. Of course these retirements only last so long before the call of duty comes for them in form or another and don their costumes once again.

4) Oh No NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

No

I have seen how naughty (and in my complete honesty Perverted) fan artists and writers take that sort of ship and it makes me queasy, especially if they don’t even have the tact or foresight to age up the characters involved.

So yeah, no way I’m ever shipping Chris and Jake romantically. At the very most platonically as very close best friends but that’s the line I’m gonna have to draw

I don’t wanna invite those certain people to my little silly stupid fanon thingy, thank you very much.

Now…NOW if someone does ship them romantically in an age appropriate, family friendly, childhood crush with completely averting any to all intensely naughty and lewd acts, then I can respect them. Just not it for me personally

5) Chris;

Mom Lois

Dad Clark

Big Bro Kon

Lil Bro Jonno

Auntie Kara

Cousin Kenan

Jakey Best Buddy

Mar’i Big Sis of Best Buddy

Mrs Kory

Mr Grayson

Tim Best Robin

Cass Best Batgirl

Mr Bruce Wayne

Jake;

Momma

Daddy

Big Sis

Uncle Timmy Best Uncle and Best Robin

Uncle Jay

Auntie Cass

Grandpa Bruce

Chris Best Buddy

Jonno Lil Bro of Best Buddy

Konner

Mr Clark

Mrs Lois

Uncle Gar

Auntie Rae

Jasper , 2nd Best Buddy

Uncle Vic

Uncle Roy

Uncle Wally

Irey Sis of Jai-Jai

Jai-Jai

Auntie Donna Best Auntie

6) Hmmmm Maybe Either Goggly Eyes with their mouths wide open all crazily OR the Grumpy Cat look

Your asks are always appreciated here @pin-crusher2000

[mzannthropy]

Hi:) I know that you have reread Pat series recently (and so did I), and if you don't mind, I would love to know your opinion about Sid and May's relationship and later, their marriage. (That's the question; what follows is my own rambling and ideas;).

While reading this plotline, I had a feeling that Montgomery tried to make an inpression that it was only May's fault and that "poor Sid" was "trapped" into the marriage against his will. I also wondered if it wasn't Montgomery's own reaction or... way of dealing with her son's marriage. Or maybe... explaining him?

Chester married Luella (who was already pregnant at this time!) in 1933 or 1934 (can't remember the exact date, but the baby was born in 1934) and Mistress Pat was published in 1935, so Maud was dealing with that situation while writing the book. Of course, everyone knew it was not Luella's fault and if anything - it was Chester who trapped her, but truth be told - Montgomery was a mother and would always stand by her son. On the other hand; Montgomery and her husband lied about the whole thing and tried to make an impression that the marriage took place earlier (as Chester himself told other people) to save a honor of a family, so I don't think she would put that sort of "explanation" on purpose, but perhaps she was putting her own feelings and thoughts into this book, without even realizing it? Because it might have been easier for her to deal with thinking that her "good, honorable" son had been "trapped" into marriage than with knowing the truth (that he had ruined a girl's life).

I understand that Maud knew the truth - knew that Luella was not this kind of girl - but knowing the truth and wanting it are two different things...

And back to Sid/May... I always felt that May (and Binnies) were rather ill-treated by Montgomery. Gardiners were by no means perfect themselves, but still they felt it was alright to look down on people like this.

Well, thank you in advance! And of course, take your time, I will be happy to hear from you anytime:).

Interesting question! I suspect that it was only the way Sid and May got married that was inspired by Chester and Luella--eloping and then coming home to announce to everyone they were husband and wife. Not the actual marriage itself. It may have been LMM's way of dealing with it, or it may purely be the fact that it makes a good story. Or both. (Actually it got me thinking about the occurrence of elopement in her books, but that's an entirely different topic). From what I remember from Gift of Wings, LMM didn't have a problem, or at least not any major one, with Luella. It was that one Stuart's gf she hated, she made them break up, but she was okay with his next one, who then became his wife.

As for the "trapped into marriage". Yeahhhh, I don't buy that. Anytime I hear something about a man being "trapped into marriage", I go like "really? reeeaaaalllly???" with a raised eyebrow. Marriage benefits men. Make no mistake about that. You've also got to wonder what it was that made Sid such a coveted bachelor for May to want to snatch him. It's possible she only wanted to marry him so that she'd be married to a respectable man, as opposed to ending up an "old maid" which would have been considered a worse fate. But then, that's the fault of the society, not May's.

The Binnies were set up as antagonists from the first book, but I don't really have any feels about them one way or the other, bc I can't find it in myself to care about any of the characters in the Pat duology. I liked Jingle/Hilary and Rae in the second book, but other than that, no... not even the cats. And I couldn't care about the antagonists either. So every time the narrative mentioned the Binnies as negative characters, I just rolled my eyes. It was clear LMM wanted me to hate them, but I just didn't care enough (aside from the fact that being the contrarian that I am, if a book wants me to feel a certain way, I will feel the opposite just because!). But normally I don't like a group of people being presented as only one thing, be it a family or an alien species (that's why DS9 is my favourite Star Trek). So yeah, seeing a bit of nuance with the Binnies would have been good, but the conflict just left me indifferent.

Anyway, there was no "poor Sid". Sid had it well. He lived in clover, to borrow a phrase from Stella Maynard's letter to Anne in AOTI. He had a number of women to at home to fuss over him: his mother, his sisters, Judy and now a wife. He had the best life!

[valoisfulcanellideux]

There's a guy who owns a tiny little record shop. There's a well-known musician who just wants to shop undisturbed by fans. There's a lot of Carly Rae Jepsen. There's implied Weather Husbands at the end. There's now peace and quiet in my head after this thing ATE MY BRAIN.

100% AU (Empires Pix & Scott) 100% Minecraft characters/personas, not CCs (/stink-eyes at AO3's 'RPF' tagging decisions) Rated Teen & Up because of language (no, seriously; plenty of fruity language in this one, family-friendly this ain't) Disclaimer: Not my fault if you end up with that song as an earworm (you can share my suffering, damn it)

Hopping from one foot to the other in the kitchen as he waited for the kettle to boil, Scott perused the mug cupboard and agonised over which one would give off the right vibe. ‘Blow me - I’m hot’ ‘Little Miss Cunty’ ‘10/10 - would bang’ ‘sorry, ran outta milk, had to use jizz’ He sighed. He really needed some friends with slightly more… classy taste in gifts. Finally, he settled on ‘Calm your tits and put the kettle on’ for Mr Fucking Gorgeous, and ‘I’m so fabulous I poop rainbows’ for himself. It was the best he could do under the circumstances.

I'm not even sorry for this one. It wouldn't leave me alone, so I had to get it out of my head so that I could go back to my main story.

[manipannini]

Her.

Content and trigger warning: gore, blood, angst, SA, possibly disturbing description of death, insanity, skin pulling, very explicit thoughts of violence and murder, keeping a dead body, emetophobia, self harm, repetition of words, Mc going insane, breaking the fourth wall !!!DONT READ IF YOUR UNCOMFY WITH THESE TOPICS!!!

more under the cut…

Her. That’s all I could see and think of as I stared hopelessly at my ceiling. Screaming. That’s all that resonated through my head as I remember…that. The fact I couldn’t save her. The fact she’s gone because of me. Well. Not quite gone but. Gone. Why couldn’t I have been with her? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Oh. Right. Them. They like to make me suffer

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What was I talking about again? Oh right. Her. She was the love of my life. I sat there and watched her get mangled and broken with my own two eyes. She was so kind. What did she ever do to deserve that? I hope those guys get what they deserve. I want to strangle them and stomp on their heads until their brains are gushing out, I want to curbstomp them to the point their jaw completely dislocates and forces their head to get torn horizontally. I want to grab their hair until their scalp is bleeding and smash their heads into walls. I want to gouge their eyes out and force them to eat it.

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Fuck that burns. She would bandage my wounds. Hey [redacted]! ……….. right. She’s…she’s not here. It’s my fault she’s not here. That’s okay though, I’m [redacted] after all. It burns. It’s unbearable. I get up and run to the bathroom, and look in the mirror. I look in my reflection and see her mangled body. I don’t want to see that. No. No. No. Skin. Flesh. No. No. No. Skin. Gone. Yes. Yes. Yes.

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I go and lay back in bed. A bit more at ease as I look over and see Her. Beautiful. Although her eye is gouged out, and her jaw is torn off, even though her entrails are hanging out, it’s still Her. I lean over and press a kiss to her forehead. Her favorite spot. And then on her mouth. Which has the strong taste of old, rusty metal, and a slight hint of throw up. It’s okay. I promised I would always love her no matter what. Goodnight [redacted], sleep well. I’ll wake you up tomorrow when you start to decay.

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a/n: not proofread imma go to sleep now

[dicmcnds]

      “ life is not a song , sweetling , you may learn that one day , to your sorrow . ”

announcing, her grace, LADY CALLA OF HOUSE ALLYRION, beloved youngest sister to the ruling lord of godsgrace. 

CHARACTER INSPOS   :   lady sybil branson née crawley ( downton abbey ) ,   alice ( alice's adventures in wonderland ) ,  daphne, duchess of hastings ( bridgerton ) , elizabeth " beth " march ( little women ) , cosette ( les misérables )

in  the  time  of  dragons  ,  CALLA ALLYRION  is  entering  the  game  of  thrones  .  said  to  be  loyal  +  idealistic  ,  we  can  only  hope  that  is  the  case  as  regrettably  they  are  also  well  known  to  be  stubborn  +  emotional  .  when  asked  about  them  ,  people  are  always  reminded  of  reading too much with her heads high above the clouds , loving so fiercely that the recoil might bruise , leaping into fields of flowers with her eyes closed , soft hands and hurried words — running continuously with nowhere to go   .  though  they  are  the  LADY OF GODSGRACE  ,  their  true  loyalties  lie  with  house allyrion  and  rumour  has  it  that  if  given  the  choice  they  would  support  THE  SEPARATION OF THE REALMS   above  all  else  .  those  of  us  in  the  shadows  wish  them  luck  and  can  only  hope  they  will  survive  what  is  to  come  .    ──  rae

STATISTICS

NAME   :   calla ione allyrion

NAME  MEANING   :   calla  —  beauty .  ione  —  violet flower .  

TITLE   :   lady of house allyrion

KNOWN AS   :   lady calla ,  the moon of the south

AGE & YEAR OF BIRTH   :   twenty and two ,  439 ac

GENDER & PRONOUNS   :   cis woman ,  she / her

ORIENTATION   :    bisexual

STATUS   :   unmarried & betrothed to tba ( wc ! )

SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S)   :   common tongue 

FAMILY

FATHER   :   mors allyrion ,  late ruling lord of godsgrace

MOTHER   :   mara allyrion née _____ ,  late lady of godsgrace

HALF - BROTHER : trystane allyrion , ruling lord of godsgrace

BROTHER   :   liege quentyn allyrion

SIBLING   :   lord / lady / liege ____ allyrion

BIRTH ORDER   :   trystane   →   quentyn   →  ____   →  calla  

PHYSICAL

FACECLAIM   :   india amarteifio

HEIGHT   :   167 cm

HAIR COLOUR   :   midnight black

EYE COLOUR   :   light caramel

BIOGRAPHY

a young daughter , a little rose to complete the vision that her mother had dreamt of . little calla spent her days running through the gardens , chasing after her older siblings with her much shorter legs and squealing in glee once they plucked her up into their arms . sheltered , and wholly doted upon , the youngest of the allyrion children was not privy to much of the whispers that her mother dealt in — dark eyes occasionally peeking out from the pages of thick tomes , always with a smile , always with a warm bout of laughter . she knew no hardship , it was evident , and her heart remains full of love that would continue to spill over . her mother had use for them all — little calla had her place in their household , and it is to keep quiet and pretty , and distinctly out of the way until she was to be sold off to the highest bidder .

however , the lack of hardship and the pretty stories that had filled her head had made her brave . . . to a fault . she leaps without looking , and runs without care , words always spoken with passion and heart — nothing is ever half - meant . calla speaks with the conviction of someone who had lived a thousand lives despite barely having one of her own , adopting the adventures and feelings written upon the page by strangers into her heart and mind . she studies with rapt attention , always , enriching her mind within the gilded gates of the beautiful garden of her mind . it will one day matter , she thinks , and until that day she will continue in her quest .

but it had all gone wrong .

finally , she was old enough to see the flicker of change in her mother's expression once her eldest brother entered the room . she was quiet and perceptive enough to realise just what it had meant when he disappeared to go off on adventures and the rest of them were kept under lock and key . still , one could not grow out of naivety without hardship —  and calla had little to none ! she believed in her mother implicitly and loved her all the same . the way she loved her eldest brother and the late father they shared .

in the last gasps of girlhood , she remembered trystane coming thundering down the halls of their home after a long journey — decidedly without his usual jovial smile and astonishing stories of his adventures . it had made her pout after him , only to be thrown into her rooms without further explanation . everything started to crumble before it crashed in a whirlwind . her mother was swiftly executed by her brother's hand and the calls for the rest of her children to join her grew stronger with every passing day . calla fell terrified of her eldest brother despite of how much she still loved him —  she was at his vengeful mercy .

so she did what she does best . for seven years after her mother's death , calla stayed out of the way —  refusing to take sides between her siblings and proclaimed her loyalty to them all without fail . she delved deeper into her books , courageous only her mind . there was no telling where her life might lead now as trystane held the helm , the last vestiges of her courage had withered away once confronted with a chance to converse with her brother in any meaningful way .

older now , although not necessarily wiser , she must quickly realise that perhaps cowering in fear would do her no favours . calla must make a choice : to find comfort in the last family she had left or venture away from the gilded fences of her home , at long last .

( naivety and bravery could only breed a fool , in the end )

[catfoodsminmo]

happy dadfucker friday rae! how do you think dean and john cope after a hunt gone wrong or how does it impact their relationship (for example when it was really really bad and it was dean's fault)?

TY FOR THIS MAE!!!! IT'S BEEN A WEEK BUT IT IS DFF AGAIN SO:

i've actually written some hunt gone wrong and so you are coming to someone who has done many a thunk after this concept and i think a lot of it depends on how bad the bad is and what's the fuckup.

mild injury fuckup? that's some primo time for john to be deans savior and to remind dean how much he's got to learn still, but they're spending the evening relaxing together and working out the hunt endorphins

dean fucked up and got himself really hurt? i think john's a lot more worried about him than he would be frustrated or angry because that's his firstborn baby and his life and wellbeing comes before john being right/chastizing him about his mistakes

dean fucked up bad but neither is hurt (creature got away/other people died)? i think john's coping by spending some time away from dean, going for drives, leaving him at the motel to run to the bar for the evening without a word, possibly even being like "i think you need to hunt something on your own, you're relying on me to save your ass too much" and sending dean off on some lead of his own

much to ponder here, im chewin on this

[practically-an-x-man]

Miles Morales and Warren for the ask game? :)

Oooh okay, I think I've technically answered this for Warren before, but for some reason it's not showing up in my blog at all (I've searched so many keywords to try and find it) so I guess I'll just answer this again lol

1: sexuality headcanon

Warren: very very bi. No question.

Miles: In all honesty... I don't think even he knows. I think he's in his "experimenting with labels" stage of his life rn

2: otp

Warren: Canon-wise, I like him and Betsy. Including my own characters, though... him and Rae are something else :D

Miles: him and Gwen, obviously!!

3: brotp

Warren: I like the idea of him and Kurt managing to make up after the fight and the whole deal with Apocalypse, and actually becoming really close friends.

Miles: They only had a few scenes in the movie, but I loved his interactions with Hobie.

4: notp

Warren: IceAngel, it's just not my cup of tea.

Miles: I saw a few fics shipping him with Peter B. Parker and I just... no?? The only consolation was that they aged Miles up or set it in the future, but it still gives me the ick.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Warren: He has memory issues after being brainwashed by Apocalypse (in my fic it's more than just that, but I do feel like any version of the brainwashing, movies or shows or comics, he'd have memory problems after the fact)

Miles: It doesn't matter how long he's Spider-Man, he will never ever get any better at lying on the spot

6: favorite line from this character

Warren: "Fight! Or they'll kill us both!" (not the most eloquent line, but I thought it really showed some good background into his situation in X-Men: Apocalypse)

Miles: "Play dumb!" "....who's Morales?" "Not that dumb!"

7: one way in which I relate to this character

Warren: Everything from the strict parents, gifted kid burnout, medical issues... where do I even start?

Miles: The feeling of being pushed into something unexpectedly, then having others treat the situation like it's your fault

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

Warren: ...early-comics misogyny. He's always been a bit of a playboy, it's part of his character, but when that's depicted in comics from 1963... it's less than great.

Miles: The scene where he gets his hand stuck to Gwen's hair - it's a great scene and really fits in the movie, but the secondhand embarrassment is real

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Warren: Both? Depends on what version of Warren we're talking about, and whether he's brainwashed by Apocalypse or not

Miles: Cinnamon roll!!

[lucifersresources]

you me at six // truth decay rp meme.

edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!  

deep cuts.

i don't know how it feels.

it's a heartache in the making.

for your eyes only.

you're all grown up.

death by a thousand cuts, a lover's touch hurts twice as much.

a flesh wound got you all torn up.

i don't want you to live like this forever.

i don't want you thinking you can't do better.

you would be better off alone.

the man's an extremist.

i know you've got deep cuts.

people tell you to move on.

still holding on to what you know is gone.

no more time for sad songs.

jealously is a fatal dose.

mixed emotions (i didn't know how to tell you what i was going through)

i was more forgiving in the beginning.

you never let the good ones go.

the good ones never get old.

when did you stop making sense?

you're slurring your words again.

i can't handle this.

i've got mixed emotions.

gotta get your head straight.

it all makes sense in the here and now.

we were just boys back then, hanging on by a thread.

didn't know how to tell you what it was i had been going through.

it's better left unsaid.

it's been weighing me down since then.

it's history repeating.

you are codependent.

life without you isn't sweet.

god bless the 90's kids.

i'm not your enemy.

i'm not your friend.

i'm not your day one.

i'm not your ex.

i wanna fill that space between your bones.

god bless the 90s kids, 21st century misfits.

they never know when to quit.

they write their own scripts.

i'm less than zero, but i'm your hero.

i'm your hero.

smile at your rivals, call them your idols.

not sure what's worse when i think about it, living or dying first.

it is all just a blur.

don't drown me out when you know i can't swim.

after love in the after hours.

it might look good on paper, but it's not there in the flesh.

put your happy ending on hold.

before i ever met you, i used to be happy.

i used to be happy.

i buried what i thought about you.

baby's got a gun to my head now.

i don't wanna be here.

you used to love to fuck me up.

why don't you crack me open?

i let your have your moment coz it's all you care about.

need to break this cycle.

you acted so entitled.

you made me want to die.

fill my heart with lies, got away with it a thousand times.

i know i wasn't perfect.

i didn't deserve it.

no future? yeah right.

you're not really who you say you are.

hardly recognise what you've become.

i almost feel bad for you.

you made that call.

you made that call, always wanting someone else to blame.

this was all your fault.

you wanna destroy me.

i'll never surrender my hope.

don't try to control me.

my future isn't yours to own.

we don't know how to communicate anymore.

you're just picking fights.

won the battle, but lost the war.

why do you do this to yourself? it's bad for your health.

coming after me, i promise, it will not end well.

i'm someone that you should fear.

you thought you could get what you wanted.

i won't go down without a fight.

gonna make you wish you treated me right.

heartLESS.

i can't believe this is really happening.

you can't wait to up and leave.

you and i got matching scars.

i never wanna be apart.

don't point your love at me like that.

you tell me i'm not the one.

i'm not the one.

i know you're not heartless, your heart was just a mess.

i found it hard at first.

i found it hard at first, that someone thought i had some worth.

thought i was better on my own.

who needs revenge when i've got ellen rae.

you're my heaven.

you're my cure.

who needs revenge when you're my girl?

she's the broken one, but says that i need fixing.

i need fixing.

without me, you're doing fine.

you couldn't hurt my feelings if you tried.

breakdown.

i'm about to have a fucking breakdown.

my comeback looks like a piece of art.

sky's not the limit, it's a view.

life is short.

my heart and my mind can't synchronise.

don't wanna throw my life away.

i've become yesterday's news.

i could never theow this all away.

traumatic icon.

it's been tough.

it's been tough, taking shortcuts.

i care too much.

i never wanted to feel like we were on different sides.

i guess this makes this real.

if you don't think it matters.

can't take my eyes off it.

i'd give you everything if you asked.

you know that i can't give you that.

:mydopamine:

i am all the therapy you need.

i know you don't trust anybody, but you can count on me.

you can count on me.

i hate it, when things get complicated.

we're strangers standing in each other's way.

we've been through worse before.

i wanna take it all the way.

you are my favourite memoir.

don't drive me away.

a smile to make you weak(er) at the knees.

it hurts my head to care.

it ain't easy.

i think you're doing fine.

do you really care?

it hurts my head to care.

maybe one day you'll drop your guard.

you make it look so easy.

ultraviolence.

my heart is still beating.

there's no way of coming back.

i'll see you when the sunlight comes.

been living in the dark.

don't believe you could do this on your own.

there's too much noise in my head.

will you be there in the end?

i don't know where the good times went.

i see light in your dark.

you hypnotised me from the start.

nothing could tear us apart.

i don't know where it all went wrong.

a love letter to those who feel lost.

take it as it comes when you're feeling lost.

we used to call the shots.

wish i could make it stop.

all your working parts are my gateway drug.

you're the light that's on.

find it hard to say what i mean to say.

if i tell the truth, don't you walk away.

coming back's the hardest part.

when your world falls apart, not giving up.

[iboatedhere]

akshfksk rae I live for your attitude and this is why I’ve been following you for over 6 years you’re a true gem and amazing writer xoxoxo

LISTEN that douche has been plaguing the gc for far too long and I'm tired of it.

He's gonna get passive aggressive about people wanting to talk about the most popular ship on a show that HE covers and then he's going to go on private only to UNprivate himself the next day and ask US for questions to ask Ronen and Rafa which is fucking !!!!!!! It's the same 17 people asking the same 17 questions which are bad partially due to no fault of their own because we don't fucking KNOW what the episode is going to be about. We don't know what questions to ask because we haven't seen the episode and since the interview will be released AFTER the episode airs, isn't seeing the ep kind of important. LIKE.You know who has seen the episode, Max. You, my man, it's YOU. You decide what to ask. We don't know fuck all.

He always ask for questions just long enough to get the engagement he so clearly needs and then he goes private again. I've never seen anything like it.

He's also a gaslighter. I don't feel bad for OG fans about anything ever but he would fucking tease them to hell and then would nothing would happen (because duh) he'd be like 'idk guys I don't write the show' which was funny as it was happening and I personally think he should go back to doing it.

He is less a journalist and more some random man who got a screener in the mail accidentally and then just never told anyone that it was a mistake.