#you done screwed up and might as well burn the place to the ground

[by-soleil]

can't fight this feeling

Pairing: Mark Lee x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.7k+

Warning: One-sided love, Mutual pinning (?), Oblivious bestfriend(s), idk...

This fic was inspired by "Can't Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon"

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You remember it clearly. It was the morning of the very first day. The sun was unforgiving, blazing thru the thinnest of fabric that was your blouse. And it was only 9 in the morning. How you survived the rest of the day was still a mystery.

After sighing for the nth time, you try to scan the new surrounding. The unfamiliarity of it left you with an uneasy feeling. How exactly does one supposed to find where the ‘Neo Auditorium’ is after only being here once? Granted, it was your fault. It was you who skipped the unofficial tour of the ground in favor of getting your nails done.

You fish your phone out, maybe your friends replied to the text you sent before you started driving earlier. They should be here already, they should know where you’re supposed to be heading.

“Oh, crap.” you grit your teeth in annoyance. Checking once more if there are any clues about where that Neo place is in your group chat before locking your phone and threw it carelessly inside your purse.

“Screw it, I’ll find my way.” you mumble to yourself as you head towards the nearest walkway shaded by the tree.

Or so you thought.

What supposed to be a 4-minute walk from your car turned into a 30 minute of absolute confusion. Stopping at every directories for some sign only for you to find out weeks later that it hasn’t even been updated since God know when.

Just when you’re about to give up and just go back to your car for some air conditioning, someone approached you.

“Excuse me, do you need help?”

“Yeah, actually. l think I’m lost, I’ve walked around probably a thousand times to look for that damned Neo-something and somehow just ended up back here. My head hurts and I haven’t broke into these shoes ugh I feel like—“ you abruptly stop, realizing you just overshared and probably scare the only person that might actually help you. “I’m sorry, I’m mumbling. Yeah, a help would be nice.” you smile shyly.

The man in front of you gulped. A bit flustered with how fast you were talking. Then he chuckled. “It’s fine, you’re good. You’re looking for the Neo Auditorium, eh?” he asks, still chuckling lightly.

You nod, questioning weather you should feel offended that the man in front of you can’t seem to stop chuckling.

“I’m heading that way, actually. I’m guessing we’re in the same class. I could show you where it is.”

“Ugh, thank God!” you grunt, feeling relieved. Sipping what’s left of your watered down iced coffee, you nod to him. “Let’s go.”

“Umm, actually, can you wait a sec? I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be quick I promise.” The man in front of you hold his hand up as if to assure you he wasn’t lying.

A chuckle slipped out of your mouth and you nod before following the man towards the bathroom.

“I’m Mark, by the way.” the man walking next to you introduced himself. Making sure his hands are dry by patting it on his shirt before offering it for you to shake.

After introducing yourself, you arrived in front of a big wooden door with a big slab of glass running through the middle of it.

“You can sit next to me, the seats in front are all taken I think.” Mark offers kindly. Which of course you accept, a friendly face was exactly what you needed that day.

And that’s how you met Mark, your dearest, closest best friend.

Throughout the years, you and Mark become inseparable. It is not a strange thing for someone to ask you where Mark is when his phone is unreachable. Reserving two seats for you knowing Mark would also tag along anyway.

Here’s the thing, being around Mark is easy and comfortable. He feels like home.

Mark is your person as you are his. You tell Mark everything and he also tells you everything about him. Well, most things.

Countless nights spent with you burning his ears off talking about your shitty love life. How your ocean-deep love for Haechan is never reciprocated.

Mark is a great listener, he might never give you any advice on how to deal with your stupidity when it comes to Heachan—sometimes you wonder why, cause he seems to always have an opinion about everything else—but you don’t care. All you needed was to be heard. To feel heard. And Mark give you just that.

“What’s up, lover boy?” Jaemin greets Mark when he set his book bag down near the couch.

“Shut up, man.” He jokingly brush him off. Taking the guitar and placing it on his lap.

Jeno then pops out of nowhere, startling both Mark and Jaemin. “You coming tonight, lover boy? You know Haechan always throw the best parties.” he wiggles his brows.

“Of course Mark is going, his little girlfriend is gonna be there. Where is she, anyway? Aren’t you guys supposed to be glued together or something?” Jaemin continue to tease.

Mark taps the guitar strings, “First of all,” then he strums a chord, “not my girlfriend.” his slender fingers quick to adjust to another chord before strumming once more. “Second, she’s getting her nails done.” another strum of the guitar follows before he quietly murmured “for Haechan’s party.”

“How are you the smartest person I know yet capable of being this stupid?” Jeno tsks, shaking his head as he head for the fridge.

“Remind me to never let you copy my assignments from now on.” Mark jokes. Knowing exactly what Jeno is implying with him being stupid.

Mark never know that it would end up like this. What started out as friendship has grown stronger. At least for him.

Maybe it was the way you always put everyone else’s feelings before yours. Accommodating people’s wants and needs, even if it means going the extra miles.

Always so kind towards other people yet never really expect the same from them. Always so selfless, smiling through the inconvenience people threw your way. Mark knows that you know you can say no. You just choose not to. Making him want to be the person you could rely on.

Or maybe it was your pure heart. You love hard, you really do. Too bad it’s never to the right person. What a shame, really.

Mark wishes he had the strength to show his feelings. The courage to just shut you up when you tell him that you feel like shit and unwanted. To kiss the pain from your voice away. To show you how amazing you really are. How you deserve to be treated.

Mark though it was only a phase. Maybe the endless hours spent together, be it studying or just hanging out in your room was taking a toll on him. But, nowadays he started to doubt himself.

“Yeah, right.” he often find himself mumble quietly, running circles inside that big ass head of his—yes, you’ve confirmed it. Mark has a big ass head. Making him all the more grateful you always gift him beanie and bucket hat instead of baseball cap. Truth be told, he’d love it regardless.

Mark tried plenty of times, he went on dates. Yet, his mind kept on wondering whether you’ve had dinner or not. Or would you like the gnocchi he’s been playing with through his entire date. Or is the music that’s been quietly playing in the background would suit your questionable music taste. Everything just somehow linked back to you.

Most of the girls were nice, hell, all of them were nice. But they’re just not you.

Sometimes, he’d think it was his ego. His needs to be needed. You were so out of it and all over the place sometimes, makes him want to take care of you. You make him feel good about a lot of things.

“You look very pretty.” you hear Mark say when you step into his car. Grinning widely when you roll your eyes.

“I’m gonna shoot my shot tonight, Markie! It’s now or never. I’m tired of Haechan only seeing me as friends. I mean, I’m not all that bad, right? I’m pretty—like you just said. I’m always cheerful. I could make a great girlfriend. Don’t you think?” you bring your body forward, pestering your bestfriend for some validation. You need all the ego boost you could get for tonight.

Mark could feel his gut stirring inside. Tonight, huh?

“Earth to Markie! Hello?” you wave a hand in front of his face.

“My bad, I just randomly thought of something. Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Mark scrambles to turn the car on.

“Yeah, what? Are you okay, dude?” you ask genuinely concern. Your bestfriend was never the type to get all panicky. Something must’ve going on.

“Yeah, you’d make a great girlfriend.” was the last thing Mark said to you through the entire 20-minute ride to Haechan’s house.

What was supposed to be ‘the night’ for you, took turn for the absolute worst.

You were so eager to find Haechan as soon as you step into the party. The music blasting from the speakers pumping adrenaline straight to your gut.

Light airy steps got heavier the more you step into the living room. The visual of Haechan shoving his tongue down someone’s throat is all you could focus on. Smiling into the kiss like some simp in love.

Your vision’s getting blurry from the hot tears threatening to spill out. The air feels thick, the smell of booze doesn’t smell like a good time no more.

You didn’t feel the arm that suddenly wrapped around your shoulder, turning you around towards the front door. Helping you walk on your trembling limbs.

Everything was happening so fast. One second you were standing on Haechan’s living room grasping for air and the next you’re bawling your eyes out in your bestfriend’s arm. Soiling his ironed Ralph Lauren shirt with mixture of hot tears and snot.

Mark was there. Mark is always there. By your side as you pick up your shattered heart, gluing it back to together. He even helped gluing some of the pieces.

Mark was there, waiting patiently as you slowly turned back into your old self. The one he fell in love with.

Maybe what happened that night was for the best. Mark feel bad for feeling this way, but that was what you needed to finally get over Haechan.

You no longer fix your hair when Haechan walks by. You no longer care whether Haechan’s gonna be at the hang out later or not. You are over him.

“Wanna go get some Korean food?” Mark suggests over the phone.

“Kimchi jjigae?” you elaborate. Earning a groan from him.

“Something else. Literally anything except that.”

“Literally what is your problem with kimchi jjigae, Mark?!” you sound offended. Though it’s true you started eating kimchi jjigae just so you can resonate with Heachan, but over the time, you genuinely enjoy it. Annoying Mark everytime.

“I’m sick of it.” Mark groans. Never actually made his peace with the stuff you adopted when you were still head over heels towards Haechan.

“Then you pick! You know what? You’re pissing me off lately. Get that stick out of your ass before you come and talk to me!” you hang up the call before throwing your phone towards your bed.

Mark’s hands smacking the steering wheel repeatedly. Frustration consumes the better part of him. “What the fuck is your problem, dude?” Mark shouts to himself.

“Can’t fucking man up, I know that’s what.” Mark answer himself. Turning his car engine on before zooming to your place.

You barely caught you breath after cursing the hell out of Mark after the call ended earlier when someone—you obviously know who it is—starts pounding on your door.

“Open the door, please. I need you to hear me out.” Mark pleas, sounding way too soft for someone who just drove twenty miles above the speed limit all the way to your place.

You stand up immediately, stopping before you turn the door knob separating the two of you. “Are you done being an asshole? Cause I don’t have the energy to fight with you, Mark.”

“Please, open the door.” his plea sounds a lot sadder that before, weaken your pounding heart.

There are a bunch of things you expect when opening the door, but Mark, down on his knees looking defeated and red was definitely not one of them.

Mark breathes out you name, face looking up. He looked… nervous?

“I am sorry,—”

“As you should be,” you cut him off.

“Not just about earlier,” he paused, raising to his full height. Making you look up in the process. “But also for what I’m about to do”

Mark didn’t let you say anything before stepping into your personal space, catching you off guard. His hands fly up to cup each side of your face, causing heat to spread all over your body.

He breathes out your name wholeheartedly, “My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you that day. The day you were lost and can’t find our class. I’ve been running round in circles ever since. You take me to the places that alone I’d never find.”

“What are you saying, Mark?” your voice came out more like sigh.

“I can’t fight it no more. I can’t fight this feeling anymore.” Mark breathes heavily before leaning down and crashing his lips into yours.

The kiss was anything but sweet, it was filled with rage and desperation. It was filled with needs, it was like the kiss was the only thing keeping him alive. He doesn’t want the kiss, he needs it.

The shocked you felt was quickly washed off by the heat radiating from his soft lips working its way in against yours. Begging to be let it. Begging for you.

Your limp hands somehow find its strength to circle his waist, welcoming him with open arms as your lips do the same.

“What the fuck was that?” you laugh in his face when Mark finally have the decency to let you breathe.

He joins your chuckle as he connects your forehead with his. “Guess it finally get too much to handle.”

“What is?” your hands play with the hair on his nape.

“My feelings for you.” his voice lowers in volume.

You scoff, “You don’t get to feel shy after you just kissed me like a madman starving.” you try to pinch his sides. Earning a laugh so crisp you can’t help to join in.

“What took you so long?” you ask, outing yourself of knowing about his feelings already. Though it is obvious, you yourself are also afraid of pulling the trigger. Not wanting to lose the precious connection you and Mark have shared over the years.

“You knew?!” Mark shrieks in absolute horror.

You smack his forearm, “Everyone with brain size bigger than a shot glass would know, Markie!”

“Then why didn’t you say anything.” he pester, eyes still bulging out.

“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t wanna risk it. What we have, you know? And I know you’d break, eventually.”

“Of course, cause if it’s me begging on my knees it wouldn’t be a problem.” he rolls his eyes.

You stand on your tippy toes before landing a quick smooch on his lips. “Just like what I planned.”

“You little minx!” he bops your nose before throwing you on the bed, joining your laugh as you try to crawl away.

Things turned out way better than neither of you expected. The afternoon spent laughing, pointing out the times any of you showed affection more than what a friend should. Laughter and shrieks of embarrassment filled the small space of your bedroom. With the craving for kimchi jjigae long forgotten.

[acheronist]

🧛🏻‍♀️⚰️

disclaimer i am not a scholar or a historian or an archaeologist. i just like vampires in a freak way and read a lot of weird articles + listen to podcasts and think about this a lot.

so the vampire burials that i know the most about were done in the general region of like... hungary / slovakia / romania / poland kind of following along the line of the carpathian mountain range. but also then in like, early america as well for some reason. random ass 1700s vampire hysteria panic swept the nation (all 25 square miles of it).

anyways so this area in europe is notorious for vampire folklore anyways so it tracks that where the european vampire folklore was originating = where people are most frightened of it for real. and so the vampire graves that have been excavated and studied are HONESTLY PROBABLY just the graves of like..... normal people who were ill in some way, and therefore cast into a suspicious light, and then died. but it was a fairly common belief that if someone WAS a vampire, especially prior to dying, then they'd return from the dead and attack and kill their family first before moving onto friends and neighbors and the rest of the community. bad for the community. so after the "vampire" in question died, the living would take extra steps to ensure that the deceased would not rise from the grave again and start killing them because well No One would like that! so one one hand its really kind of upsetting that-- essentially-- the dead were being accused and vandalized without the ability to protect or defend themselves AND THEN ALSO having their burial rites get screwed around with. sure you prevented the vampires but now we've got fucking ghosts. great work everyone.

and then on the other hand morbid freaky trivia is so fascinating to MEEEEEEE so here some of the most dramatic methods that i can recall from the top of my head:

dismembering the deceased's corpse ( with an emphasize on decapitation)

and for the decapitation, sickles or hand scythes were placed over the deceased's neck, so if they lived and sat up again, they'd cut their own throat

also rearranging the dismembered body (pieces) or the body (whole) in specific patterns

padlocking the deceased's feet together

placing bricks or rocks into the deceased's mouth, either breaking their teeth or making it impossible for any postmortem vampire zombie bite damage to be inflicted upon the living

pinning the deceased's corpse into the ground via steel or iron stakes to keep them from getting up. often stakes were stabbed thru the heart which is where the motif in media today comes from

but also sometimes removing the heart from the deceased completely and burning it also happened

burying the deceased with wreathes of garlic and poppy seeds and paprika peppers to act as wards to keep them where they were. which is hilarious also when you take into account how much garlic and poppy and paprika gets used in eastern european cuisine

and i might be making this part up LMAO but i feel like in my heart. and brain. that i remember a colonial american(?) story where an autopsy was performed on a recently deceased girl(??) whose organs still looked "fresh" and functional, as it were, and not like the organs of someone dead. because she was obviously rising from the dead and drinking the blood of the living which we can tell from her remarkably fresh organs. this was another great instance of vampire organ harvesting but i for SURE need to go try and find my source for this again.

and similarly, i also am like 90% sure I've read about exhuming someone who had been accused of being a vampire, and judging how their rate of decomposition was going, and if they looked too fresh and alive then they were a vampire and we can brutally kill them again. obviously differences in burial climates and situations would have no bearing or affect upon the body's rate of decay btw.

but then as we work our way up thru history, illegal body snatching also became an incredibly common thing as anatomists and doctors and surgeons needed the bodies to learn from. and I'm SOOOO so certain that grave cages / mort safes were invented because normal people did not want their corpses to be body snatched and turned into underground med student dissection homework. BUT ☝🏻 i have also seen claims that cages over the graves were put in place to keep the vampires IN the grave, not to keep body snatchers OUT of the grave. and then I went hmm. where have I seen big elaborate grave cages before?

mother fucking henry ford has a mort safe cage on his shit, so the only reasonable conclusion to all of this is that henry ford was a vampire. amen. my edible is hitting now and i cant think of a good conclusion to this post sorry. someday i will write an essay. or finish making my gay ass zine about this.

[sakisweetie]

Could you do maybe some Kaga x Reader? Like maybe y/n's confession and what led up to it and like a little after? It doesn't have to be too long i simply crave kaga confession 👁️👁️ - the strange and mysterious Mr. Bug

I love Kaga I want to smooch his little face

Gn reader

As cheesy as it sounds, you couldn't stop yourself from slipping a note into Kaga's locker that asked him to meet you at the cherry blossom tree behind the school. Not an original idea, and one that has surely been done for decades by now, but you thought it romantic. It was a popular place for confessions for a reason, right?

As you awaited the arrival of said boy, you felt the panic and anxiety creep up on you as if you were its prey.

What if he rejected you? What if he didn't want to be friends anymore? Would he even show up at all?

"(Y/N)? What is it that you needed to urgently discuss? Time is a scientist's treasure, you know," a much too familiar voice said behind you.

You turn and smile at Kaga, who looked as good as ever.

"Hi Kaga," you said shyly, finding it near impossible to meet his eyes. The blue orbs seemed to study your every movement, unable to look at anything else.

You took a deep breath and decided to just go for it. You weren't in the mood to hear him bitch about the fact that you're 'wasting his precious time' or something.

"Listen, Kaga. We've been friends for a while and... I- I couldn't be happier with the time we've spent together," you start, mentally cringing at how badly you started this.

As you finally make eye contact, you swear you see a wave of panic flash across his face.

"I too enjoy your company, (Y/N). With the way you're phrasing this, I can't help but think you're about to tell me you're dying or you're moving away to some foreign land," he says, eyeing you up and down with a judgmental, raised brow.

You can't help but laugh softly.

"No, it's nothing like that!" you exclaim.

You sigh, your face burning from embarrassment and the fact that your crush is so close to you.

"I guess there's no point in me beating around the bush... I've grown to like you a lot Kaga," you mutter, avoiding his gaze again.

"Well, aren't friends supposed to like each other? (Y/N), this is no news to me," he says, as if you're stating the most obvious thing known to mankind.

You give up. You can't do it like this.

"For being the smartest person in school, you really don't know how to take a hint," you say, louder than you initially wanted. "I love you! You're the best thing that has happened to me since starting Akademi and I want to be with you!"

There's an awkward silence between the two of you. You really screwed it up.

You're already opening your mouth to apologise profusely until your lips are met with another pair.

It's so quick you don't have time to react, but it does leave you silenced.

"(Y/N), I... As much as I hate to admit this, I feel this for you as well. My scientific creations are my entire purpose," he says, "but you, my dear, might be worthy of becoming my first priority."

You grin and throw your arms around him, almost knocking the two of you to the ground.

"You're such a dork sometimes," you mumble into his shoulder.

"Hmph! That would simply mean I'm your dork," he chuckles, gently cupping your face to kiss you once again.

This time it's longer, and you're able to kiss back with no problem. His lips are much softer than you would've imagined, and they fit with yours like a matching puzzle piece.

All the previous panic you felt simply melts away with just a small touch.

You both break the kiss slowly and hold each other in a tight embrace. "Shall we go back?" He asks quietly. "Just a minute," you say quietly, enjoying his warmth. You could get used to this.

[impala-dreamer]

Captives of The Court - Chapter Thirteen

A Supernatural Series

~Strange things are brewing in Connecticut, so Dean and Y/N go check it out. After stumbling through town, they fall into something that’s been going on a very, very long time. Can they put an end to the bloodshed and make it out unscathed or will they need a little help this time?~

Starring Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Series Warnings and Info may be found on the Masterlist Here 

Thank you to those of you who have read and commented/reblogged. I was very proud of this and excited to share it. Those that have interacted- you have my heart <3

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There wasn’t much time to rest. They took turns showering and chugging massive quantities of electrolytes while Rowena tinkered with some magical bombs.

Dean was last in the shower, as usual, and Y/N collapsed onto the bed, near to crying with exhaustion.

“Hey, Roe?” She popped up on an elbow to look at the witch.

“You know I don’t like that, Y/N…”

She cleared her throat. “Sorry. Rowena-”

“Better.”

“What were you doing there tonight? I doubt you were just randomly in the neighborhood.”

Rowena smiled gently and looked over her shoulder at Y/N. “Samuel called me and I was nearby. He said that neither of you had returned his calls in a few days and that you might be in need of help. When I saw where you were… Well, I had to come.” She shivered a bit and looked off at the wall, remembering.

Y/N sat up and grabbed another bottle of red stuff. “I take it you know that Bronwyn bitch.”

“Aye. Long time ago we were friends.” Rowena sighed and busied her hands with the bombs. “Well, not friends, exactly. Hard to be friends with someone who’s almost always got their knife against your throat.”

The orange cap twisted off with a crack. “Yeah, I get that.”

“She is incredibly powerful,” Rowena went on. “Very clever, too. Always pushing boundaries and finding new ways to do things. She was never one for classic spells. She preferred to create her own.”

“Sounds like you admire her a bit.”

“No, child. But I can admit when someone is clever beyond what is normal.”

Y/N nodded and took a long drink. “She’s going to be hard to kill.”

Another shrug; red hair tumbling down her back. “Perhaps. If she’s on guard, yes. These bombs will distract the others, and you two can slip in and deal with Ms. Cromwell.”

Y/N thought for a moment. “If we kill her, does the town… I mean, I know the people that directly benefit from her magic will suffer, but the town seems… innocent. There are so many families here, happy people.”

Rowena spun in her chair to face Y/N directly. “The town may fall, yes. But… everything can be rebuilt. I’ve seen cities burn to the ground and pop right back up again. It takes time, but it can be done.”

Guilt washed over Y/N and her shoulders caved inward.

“Do not worry about the town, Y/N. Everything comes at a price, especially magic. I think you’d have learned that by now. It may not be their fault that their homes were built on the backs of blood sacrifices and murder, but there’s nary a place in this country that wasn’t. They’ll be fine.”

The bathroom door opened and a clean and refreshed Winchester emerged. He ran a hand through his wet hair and squinted at Y/N.

“Oh, no. Why are we doing the sad face?” he asked, grabbing a fresh flannel from his bag.

Rowena chirped up. “She’s having a moment of guilt.”

Dean cocked his head and smiled lovingly. “You’re too good for this gig, baby. Too innocent.”

Y/N growled and stood up. “Screw you.” She went to the table and picked up one of the bombs, bouncing it in her hand. “I’ll show you who’s innocent when we get in there and I kill the bitch.”

Dean grinned. “That’s my girl.”

The ride back was quick. The Impala flew over the blacktop as the moon shone down upon the black paint, bounced off the chrome.

“What if they’re gone?” Y/N asked, leg nervously jumping up and down against the door.

Rowena pulled in a deep breath, settling. “They’re all still there. Eating and drinking and making fools of themselves. They won’t be ready to continue until well past midnight. Timing is everything.”

The clock read eleven fifty-five.

Dean pressed the gas pedal to the floor.

Y/N chewed her lip. “What if she tries something witchy? Even back in the shop, I was kinda distracted by her. And I kept… smelling… bread.”

Dean’s face twisted and he looked over at her. “I smelled apple pie. Cinnamon. Lots of cinnamon.”

Rowena leaned forward and rested her hands on the back of their seat. “That would be her seduction spell. It smells like whatever makes you happiest.”

Y/N laughed. “Huh. Kinda like in Harry Potter.” Dean hummed in question, but she waved him off and looked back over her shoulder. “So… what if I smell bakery stuff again?”

Rowena patted her shoulder. “Then you’re in trouble.”

“That’s so helpful, Rowena. Thanks.” Y/N rolled her eyes and pressed her forehead to the window.

“I’ll be there to help,” she promised.

Dean eyed her in the rearview. “You better be.”

Offended, Rowena sat back in her seat. “Have I not proven myself to you Winchesters time and time again?”

He sighed and sucked his teeth. “Yeah, well, just know I’ve got your number. You pull anything and one of these bullets will find its way through your skull.”

Rowena looked into the mirror, daring him with a slick grin. “Deal.”

A banquet was laid out on the long table, crisp linen and shining crystal goblets lined the top. Candles glowed off of every flat surface and beat shadows against the walls. Silverware clinked against antique china as they ate their fill, drank wine until their bellies were sloshing and full.

If they knew what was coming, they seemed unaffected, uncaring of the danger lurking just outside of the dining room.

Bronwyn looked up when the door opened, gray eyes following a small handmade bomb as it rolled across the antique hardwood floor. She stood, kicking back her chair, and turned away from the scene, alerting no one else, fleeing as the bomb went off.

Gray smoke flooded the room and strands of magic popped through the cloud, striking anyone that moved.

Seven were stunned as they moved from the table, dropping to the floor as the tranquilizing spell worked on their muscles.

Dean kicked the door open and Y/N followed him in, guns on the ready, heads clear, tempers triggered.

When the smoke cleared, they counted ten bodies and broke apart, each stalking down a different corridor.

Rowena hung back, searching the library for Bronwyn’s written treasures.

Dean met with Lydia and Mrs. Putnam in the kitchen trying to escape out of the back door. Two shots rang out and blood splattered on the pristine white tiles.

The Sheriff was stalking Y/N just as surely as she was stalking him, and he attacked from behind as she entered the living room. She screamed and kicked, threw herself forward over the sofa, bringing him with her. They tumbled in front of the roaring fire and she came up the winner, pressing her pistol to the bridge of his nose.

“You can’t kill me,” he warned. “I’m the Sheriff. Do you know what the penalty is for killing an officer of the law?”

“Actually, I do.” Y/N laughed under her breath. “But- don’t care.”

She pulled the trigger.

They met up at the door that led down into darkness and Y/N went first this time, pecking Dean on the cheek before rushing down the steps.

Bronwyn was waiting for them in the circle, unarmed and calm. Her mask was gone, her cloak was thrown aside. She looked stunning in the warm glow of the candlelight but Y/N grit her teeth, pushing the idea away.

“Anyone left alive upstairs?” the witch asked.

Dean sucked his teeth. “Sorry. All dead.” He held up his gun, showing it off. “Got a few more rounds with your name on it, don’t worry.”

Bronwyn laughed, loud and confident. “Oh, Dean. I am far from worried.”

She took a step and blew a heavy breath that crossed the room with preternatural speed. Struck in the face by the magical air, Y/N and Dean swayed, their eyes blurring, heads swimming.

“Why don’t you put your guns down?” Bronwyn said, her voice tumbling through their heads like a seductive song. “You had so much fun as my slaves.”

Y/N sucked in a deep breath and saw herself on her knees, face shoved between Bronwyn’s perfect thighs, tongue deep in her sweet pussy. Dean was cradling Bronwyn’s head, his mouth locked to hers, his big hands toying with her breasts.

“No!” Y/N pushed it away, jamming the thought into the back of her head. She looked over at Dean, who was lost in the same moment, and stamped down hard on his foot. “Stay with me, Winchester,” she grit.

He shook his head and advanced, taking a step closer to the witch. “Enough of your games, bitch. There’s no way out of this and no freakin’ way we’re gonna be your sex slaves or whatever.”

Bronwyn’s smile was beautiful and Dean jerked back, shocked by the pull he felt in his gut.

“Oh, but you already are my sex slaves, Dean. Don’t you see?”

She moved closer and let her fingertips brush down Dean’s cheek. He gasped and his shoulders fell as memory took him back.

Y/N ran forward and let Bronwyn have it. She cracked the witch’s jaw hard and the woman stumbled backwards.

She pulled herself together with an aggravated growl as Y/N tried to wake Dean with an equally jarring slap to the face.

“Can’t you just- give in!” Bronwyn raged. “You were so happy to be mindless for me! To be obedient and silent!”

Y/N reached up and twisted Dean’s left nipple hard through his shirt and he jolted awake, falling back against the altar.

“Don’t you want that again?”

Y/N turned back to Bronwyn and looked her over, seemingly defeated.

“It sounds nice,” she said honestly. “Not to have to worry about things anymore. Not to force myself to be happy or find ways to be funny as we’re covered in blood and monster crap day in and day out.”

Bronwyn smiled. “I can give that to you, Y/N. To you both.” She looked over at Dean, who was still a little stunned and hurting.

Y/N chewed her lip, deciding. “I bet you could,” she said softly. “But honestly-” She sighed and lifted her gun, her features hardening as the hunter in her took over. “Hard pass.”

The bullet flew and Bronwyn fell, her body crumbling to ash over the stones.

Out of spite, Y/N spat into the pile of cinder and kicked it with her boot, scattering the mess.

Dean, free from the spell, came up behind her and touched her shoulder. She jumped and spun, ready to knock it out, but he grabbed her instead and kissed her hard.

Victory was hard won, but it was won.

They watched Cromwell Manor burn from a safe distance.

Sure, there would be repercussions for the small town, and more questions than could ever be answered, but that job would fall to someone else.

They were hitting the road in a few minutes.

Rowena tucked a few leatherbound journals into her cloak and smiled at the lovers.

“This was fun,” she joked. “I hope we can not do it again sometime soon.”

Dean pushed himself off of the Impala’s hood and extended a hand. “Thank you, Rowena. I mean it.” He licked his lips and shook her hand. “You really saved our asses.”

The little witch laughed. “I sure did. And what an arse.”

She winked at Y/N who hid her face behind her hands. “Thank you, Rowena.” The hug was quick, but it was enough. “I don’t know how we can thank you enough, really.”

Rowena cocked her head to the side, thinking. “Well…” She looked at YN with a twinkle in her eye. “You can always name the baby after me.”

Dean froze, his jaw dropping.

Y/N fell backwards, slamming into the car. “Uh- wh-what!”

Rowena laughed. “Just kidding. You’re fine.” She batted her lashes and turned, ready to be on her way. “But you do owe me.”

Able to breathe again, Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. We’ll send you a fruit basket.”

“I’d prefer a nice bottle of scotch, actually…”

Y/N laughed and sighed, relieved. “Goodbye, Rowena!”

With a backwards wave, she was gone, vanished into the night.

Once alone, Dean turned on his heel and set his arms around Y/N, pinning her to the car. He leaned down and kissed her lips, humming gently when she responded.

“Dean?”

“Yeah, baby?”

She gave him a tender shove and squirmed out from beneath him, sneaking the keys from his pocket.

“Hey!”

“Hey nothing. You’re trying to get frisky.”

Dean laughed and rubbed at the back of his neck, embarrassed. “No, I’m not… OK… Maybe a little.”

She sighed. “Dude, if you even come near me, my pussy may just fall out. Plop!”

He cringed and set his hands on the roof, looking over. “So… no sex tonight?”

She stepped up into the car and mirrored his pose, hands on the roof, chin down and serious. “I will chop that thing off, Dean Winchester, so help me.”

He grinned, all white teeth and freckles in the moonlight.

“Fine. I’ll find a way to keep it in my pants.”

She smiled. “You better. Or I’m getting my sword.”

He cringed and backed up, sliding into the passenger’s seat. “Yes, ma’am.”

Flames licked at the sky as the Impala turned onto the highway, headed back to Kansas and onto another day of just trying to get by.

It wasn’t an easy life, but they had each other, even if only for a little while. And that was enough for both of them.

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

I love your Butch drabbles! Do you think you could do one where Lone first returns from the Wastes for Trouble on the Homefront?

Hello I'm sorry I definitely saw this message when you first sent it but then forgot about it for several months. Thank you for the prompt. Here it is:

Trouble on the Homefront (Butch Deloria First Kiss Drabble)

Word Count: 1527

The Lone Wanderer hadn’t exactly been expecting a warm welcome home, but this was even worse than she’d expected.

The vault was in shambles. Thankfully, it was Officer Gomez who was guarding the door, and not one of the more zealous or violent types. She hated Stevie Mack, but putting a bullet in his brain was still an unappealing thought. It wouldn’t help her, and it certainly wouldn’t help Amata.

Still, she wouldn’t let herself be turned away. The vault may have turned its back on her, but that didn’t mean she wanted to see it burn to the ground.

According to Gomez, Amata and the rest of her rebels were in the clinic. The thought of Amata doing anything that could be considered rebellious almost made her snort. The Overseer’s daughter had always been a goody two shoes, but James leaving had evidently turned the whole vault upside down.

Gomez led her as far as the stairs up to the clinic, not that she needed the direction. This had been her home for 19 years.

It had been nice to have the company, though. She’d left Dogmeat in Megaton with Charon, knowing that this was a mess she needed to sort out by herself.

The corridor to the clinic was guarded, which wasn’t unexpected. What was unexpected was who Amata had chosen as a guard. Standing in the corridor, his stupid little switchblade drawn, was Butch Deloria.

“Damn, look who’s come waltzing back into the vault,” he said, smirking. She could help but exhale in relief. She never thought that her childhood bully would be a welcome sight, but that was another thing that had turned topsy-turvy in her absence. “It takes some real balls coming back here after everything you and your dad screwed up.”

Her stomach turned. She really didn’t want to think about her dad right now.

Butch didn’t seem to notice. He always had been pretty oblivious.

He continued, blithely unaware of the way his words were like a punch to the gut, “But if you’ve gotta be back, might as well make yourself useful. You’ve gotta help us.”

She let out a dry laugh. This was starting to sound familiar. Everywhere she went, someone needed her help, and they were rarely grateful when she gave it.

“Is that right?” she asked.

His expression faltered. For a moment, she saw through his cocky façade. Then the mask was back in place.

“Come on, man, you don’t think I wanna be stuck down in this hellhole forever? You got free, now it’s my turn.”

“I didn’t choose ‘freedom’,” she said.

“Bullshit. If you’d really wanted to stay, you could’ve found a way to make it work. I know you. You’ve never settled for getting less than what you want.”

Maybe he had a point. Maybe if she’d thrown herself on the Overseer’s mercy back on the night her father ran away, then she would’ve been allowed to stay. Maybe she could’ve manipulated or blackmailed or persuaded. She’d certainly done that since. But at the time, it hadn’t even occurred to her. She’d just needed to find her father.

Or maybe the Overseer would’ve shot her dead. She’d never know now.

“If you really want freedom so bad, then why don’t you just leave? You could go right now. You have a gun. I doubt Gomez would stop you.”

Butch’s jaw tightened. “It’s not that simple.”

“It’s not that simple,” she agreed. “So why don’t you tell me what you need my help with?”

The reunion with Amata was bittersweet. They had been best friends for their entire lives, but somehow now, in a few short weeks, they had never felt more different.

Amata was growing into herself. She would be Overseer sooner rather than later, Lone was sure of it.

Lone, on the other hand, was a shell of herself. Grief had robbed the colour from her cheeks. She was on autopilot now. But if she could save the vault, she would.

She was on the way to see the Overseer when Butch cornered her again. “Can we talk?” he asked. She shrugged, and let him lead her into an empty room.

“I know Amata wants you to convince Almadovar to open the vault. But there’s another way.” He put a hand on her shoulder. She barely heard him as he explained the issue with the reactor and the air filtration system. All she could feel was the weight of his hand on her shoulder.

“Butch,” she said as soon as he was finished speaking. She sounded incredibly tired.

“Come on,” he said quietly. “After the way these people have treated you, don’t you want to get your revenge? Don’t you want to put the Overseer through what he’s put you through?”

The thought was, admittedly, tempting. She couldn’t believe that there was some small part of her that was considering this.

But there was a problem. It wouldn’t just be Almadovar, or the Macks, or Butch that would be exiled. Destroying the reactor meant turfing the entire vault out and watching the people she’d grown up alongside starve or die to radiation or be rounded up by slavers. She thought of her classmates. She thought of Amata. They didn’t deserve that.

“You’re a real asshole, Butch,” she said.

“Just think about it, alright?”

She didn’t destroy the vault. Of course she didn’t. She wasn’t a monster. And maybe Butch would be disappointed, but he hadn’t seen the wasteland the way she had. He didn’t know what fate he would’ve been dooming the vault denizens to.

Almadovar proved easier to talk down than she’d expected. She suspected, like herself, that he was tired of the fighting and the lying and the deaths. He stepped down with surprising grace, allowing Amata to take over.

And her first act as Overseer, after everything the Lone Wanderer had done to install her in her position of power, was to banish her to the wasteland forever.

Lone didn’t argue. She didn’t fight. As Amata called her a hero and told her she couldn’t ever come back, her shoulders dropped.

“I’m sorry,” said Amata, and Lone hardly heard her. Since her father’s death, the grief had come in waves, and another one was hitting her right now. She had lost her father, and now she could never go home again. The only direction she could move was forward. There was no comforting safety net of ‘back’.

“Goodbye, Amata,” she said, almost robotically. With that, she turned and walked away.

She could feel many pairs of eyes on her. She refused to look at them. All she wanted to do was get back to Megaton and crawl into bed with Dogmeat.

She was on the other side of the vault door when Butch caught up with her. He called her name,  but she ignored him. He grabbed her wrist, and she spun around to face him, fist raised.

“Woah, hey,” he said, catching her other wrist. “I just came to check on you. I can’t believe that Amata did that to you.”

“I suppose I’m an easy person to let go of,” she said. “Nobody ever seems to want me to stick around.”

“That’s not true.” Butch’s voice was soft. She looked up at him. He swallowed, his expression nervous. “I always thought the same about me, you know? My mom probably wouldn’t even notice if I died. And everyone else would be glad to be rid of me. But you… you help people. I heard on the radio about all the things you’ve done and all the people you’ve saved. Amata and all these other empty headed vault idiots don’t deserve you. They’re stupid to let you go. You don’t need them.”

She was blinking back tears. On any other day, she would be mortified to cry in front of Butch, but he was holding her hand now, stroking soothingly over her bare skin with his thumb, and it was nice. She had never expected to be comforted by Butch of all people.

His free hand came up to cup her chin, turning her face towards him so that she was looking him in the eye.

“They don’t deserve you,” he repeated. “And for what it’s worth, the vault was a whole lot better when you were around.”

With tears streaming down her cheeks, she threw her arms around his neck. She wasn’t sure who initiated it, but then they were kissing, her hot tears rolling down his cheeks.

His hand was in her hair, the other on her lower back, pressing them closer together. She just held onto him, letting him anchor her in position.

When they finally pulled apart, he was looking at her almost sheepishly. She just grinned at him, feeling a lightness that she hadn’t felt since she’d left the vault for the first time.

All of her pain was still there, bubbling just below the surface, but now, there was some hope too. Maybe the future wasn’t all dire.

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” she said. “You coming?”

“Hell yeah, I’m coming.” There was nothing left for him in the vault anyhow.

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176. The Frugal Wizard's Handbook for Surviving Medieval England, by Brandon Sanderson

Owned: No, library Page count: 364 My summary: You know how it goes. Sometimes, you wake up in the middle of a field, surrounded by burned grass, with no idea who or where you are. It's medieval England. And you might be some sort of wizard? But you have no idea where you are or what you're doing, and there seem to be some men searching for you. It's gonna be a long day... My rating: 5/5 My commentary:

Well, this was an impulse grab. If you've been following this blog a while, you'll know that I read through all of Brandon Sanderson's Mistborn books at the end of last year and the start of this one, and I thoroughly enjoyed the entire series. So when I saw this on the new book stand at work, it piqued my interest - not least because of its title. Is it a fantasy book? Not really, though it has some fantasy elements. It's actually more sci-fi, confusingly. And more specifically, something of an isekai. But Sanderson's trademark wit and vibrant characters really brought this book to life - while I had some niggles with the writing, not least because it fell into Sanderson's usual 'dashing rogue/woman who is Done With Him' kind of pairing, that didn't stop me from thoroughly enjoying everything this book had to offer. Kudos!

First, let's talk about our protagonist. John, alias Runian in this dimension, is running from a life filled with failure. Not that he knows anything about it. See, the 'medieval England' of the title is actually an alternate dimension, one of many that are on sale from the Frugal Wizard company. Transferring to the alternate dimension cost John his memories, meaning that he has to rebuild himself from the ground up, assuming who he is and what he's good at. He has augments that make him stronger and hardier than the average person, some of which are standard in his twenty-minutes-into-the-future style home world, some of which are very illegal there. He has a tendency for wisecracking and dad jokes and tries to get out of situations by talking rather than fighting, and usually screws up whatever he's trying to do.

The thing I really liked about John is that he's a trier. Even when he remembers his history of failure, he keeps trying and trying to help people and to do the right thing, regardless of if he succeeds or not. As someone who's not particularly good at things, I can relate to this isolating feeling of just being a laughingstock no matter where you go or what you try to do, piggybacking on other people's ideas and clinging to them out of a desperate sense to not be alone. I've seen some people saying that John is an unlikeable protagonist, but I don't get it? His heart's in the right place, and he grows and matures a lot over the course of the book. The other thing that really endeared me to him was how quickly he integrates to this world - the titular handbook and the attitudes of the other modern humans implies that people are meant to see these worlds as little more than playgrounds for the rich who can afford them, but John treats the other people here like people, and has a huge empathy for them. He even is ready to accept that magic is just real in this world (so maybe it's a little fantasy) unlike his counterparts, who try and steamroll all over it with their guns and superior knowhow. John adapts, and that's what I like about him.

Speaking of the world, however, let's talk about the setting! This is a sci-fi comedy, with much of the exposition being done in the style of pages from the titular handbook in between chapters, taking corporate nonsense and tempering it in this dubiously ethical practice of selling alternate dimensions as, essentially, theme parks - patrons are encouraged to live out their saviour complexes, including packages where you can cure the Black Death or participate in major wars of the time period. The modern day is much like today, but with a bit of advanced tech - that isn't the focus of the story, however, but for the augments John has. The dimension we see is based on pre-Viking England (sidebar, John is unfamiliar with the Anglo-Saxons, which had me taken aback for a second - but then again, I shouldn't expect people from another country to be intimately familiar with my country's history) with some differences, and to my eye it's a pretty credible version of that time. I particularly enjoyed the battle-boasts used by the skops, Anglo-Saxon poetry used as a weapon is a cool idea.

As this is a comedy, the writing style is loose, informal, and jokey. I get that the constant puns and dad jokes might not be everyone's cup of tea, but I personally lapped it up, I love that kind of stuff. John's POV really endeared him to me, seeing him work out the details of his life was really engaging and I felt drawn into the mystery alongside him. Seeing the other modern humans interact with him, and learning new context for his history, was also interesting. But even though it was a comedy, there was a sincerity beneath it too, which acted as a good balance. John's still treated as a real person, with real character growth and motivations, not just a one-dimensional comedy protagonist, which I really appreciated. This was a fun read, and I'm very glad I picked it up!

Next up, a local story, as a teenager discovers he's not like other girls.

[suguruslut]

Just relationship things

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Gwen’s note: general relationship headcanon prompt for Tora/Masa requested by @crimsonspiderlilyy💗

🐅𝒯𝑜𝓇𝒶𝒿𝒾𝓇𝑜🍰

--being in a relationship with Tora would include watching the Food Channel every.single.night. whatever cooking or baking competition is on, Tora will make you watch it with him. you can both be heard screaming at the TV when the person you were rooting for gets cheated

--I can see Tora being someone who uses physical touch to show affection. likes to lightly put a hand on your arm or waist as a greeting or just in moments of silence, a way to ground himself and calm down when he’s pissed. deep down, Tora really craves physical contact, so he’s glad you allow him to be close to you

--BAKING DATES! whatever new dessert or goodie you want to try, he’s all for it. will dive deep into his Pinterest boards for kawaii new treats you might like, bunny marshmallows, Pokémon macrons, puppy print cookies, whatever suits your fancy, and he won’t let you eat it until it’s perfect

-working out together. Tora obviously is in good shape, and yeah, sometimes he has to drag you out of bed in the mornings to get to the gym before the weight lifting machines get all germy, but in the end you don’t mind, bcz it gives you a front row seat of those delicious muscles👅

--has an extensive skincare routine you wouldn’t believe, will explain each process like he’s a youtuber or something. definitely educates you on what products work best, taking you on little shopping sprees to get the best lotion and toner he insists you need

--the man LOVES coffee and insists on making it himself, bcz why waste money buying $7 cups of coffee every day, so after you observe Tora’s delicate process of coffee making for a few weeks, you begin making it for him in the mornings before he wakes up. Torajiro loves waking up to the smell of coffee, and always gives you a big kiss whenever you do this little, but meaningful thing for him

--Tora is a big dude, takes up a lot of space on your shared mattress, so he tries to lie very still at night as to not wake you. you, on the other hand, move all over the place, legs thrown over his, arms sliding this way and that, drooling on both pillows...as long as your tossing and turning ends with you two cuddled up, though, Tora doesn’t mind

--my big man isn’t used to really going out on the town anymore; he hasn’t done that since before jail time, but finds it fun when you’re there with him. you guys just go on walks, mostly, stopping at little stands along the way, looking up at the moon in the darkness....then he’ll run into Tatsu and well, obviously they HAVE to yell at each other while you and Miku watch

--overall, Tora is a very loyal partner, and whatever new activity or new job you want to try, he’ll be there for support

🐕ℳ𝒶𝓈𝒶🥡

 --being in a relationship with Masa would include lots of tom foolery😂 always pissing the wrong people off, skipping out on the bill, burning dinner, clogging up the sink, etc. etc. But in a fun way!

--Masa tries really hard to stop screwing up so badly. he’s gotten better at keeping a job for longer than three days, but when he gets fired again, he always tells you right away, bcz he knows you won’t get mad like Tatsu. instead, you buy him some shitty ramen, a couple bottles of booze and kiss him to make it all better

--gaming sessions! nothing with an actual plot, cuz Masa can’t follow🤣 simple things, like Mario Cart, punching games, racing, shooting things...gaming is one thing Masa is pretty good at, so you two have lots of fun, lazy Saturdays competing against each other, cuddling and stuffing yourselves with snacks. if you beat him, he’ll brush it off as luck or says he “let” you win, but he’s actually secretly proud of your skills

--Masa can hold his booze better than his friends, but not as well as you~ when you have the funds, you two go out to a cheap food joint and get munchies with alcohol; you throw them back as quickly as Masa pours, then things get competitive: eight shots later, Masa is ready to hurl, and you’re still steady enough to help him to the restroom. he “let you win” though

--lets you wear his hoodies, tshirts, whatever. when they’re remotely clean, ofc. Masa wears really comfortable clothes, and you’re guilty of sneaking his shirts and jackets on a daily basis, but Masa doesn’t mind, because he thinks you look cute. you think it’s cute when he blushes after noticing, too, so everyone wins

--ALWAYS asking if you guys can get a pet!! Masa loves animals, but given his financial situation and general lack of responsibility, well...not such a great idea. you love seeing him light up at the sight of a dog, though, so a few times a month you bring him to a dog park so he can see cute doggos (and later have to prevent him from dognapping them or sneaking them under his shirt)

--I feel like Masa gives good foot massages?? maybe after you’ve had a hard day of being the breadwinner, Masa will make you sit down and rub your feet until all the aches and pains have gone away. man has magic hands

--constantly showing you off to Tatsu, his friends and anyone who will listen, lol. no one expected him to ever get a S/O, so seeing you two together always gives people a shock. then they hear you two laughing at a toilet joke. then everything makes sense

--whines about doing laundry, but if you’re there to help...hmm...can you say flirtatious underwear flinging? haha, Masa is terrible at folding, so you like with a lot of things, you turn it into a game: for every shirt nicely folded, Masa gets a kiss~

                                                 🐉 🐅 🐕

[a-crow-ready-for-a-murder]

Chapter 2, let's go! Hope you enjoy!

What’cha got there?” Jaylin asked with a curious lilt in her voice

“Nothing.” He replied tossing the bouquet on the ground

“Awfully well arranged for ‘nothing’” said Jaylin looking at the scattered petals that came from the impact.

“If you say so.”

It was clear he wanted this conversation to be over but seeing her friend so dejected sparked concern in the young bird fae so with a quick look at Ruggie who was turning to head back to his dorm she picked up the bouquet and examined the slightly broken flowers.

“The arrangement was definitely done with care, the choice in flowers could tie to the meanings of love and lasting affection.”

Ruggie grunted as he put his hands in his pockets “Just leave it.”

Yet she continued “Or the colors might be the meaning behind the choice, probably because they remind you of whomever you wanted to gift this to.”

“Knock it off!”

“And the few people who can get linked to this combo are Riddle, though you’d have added roses if that were the case and Jasmines are most well known in places like the scalding sands so that leaves…”

“Are you done!?” Snapped Ruggie

“Oh my gosh, Ruggie, were you going to ask Kalim out?”

“No! Now lay off.”

Ruggie was now facing Jaylin with his face screwed up in anger. Jaylin looked back at him unfazed, Their friendship had survived far worse than a mere spat. They knew neither were going anywhere, but she could tell this was a raw nerve for him, so she shrugged. “If you insist, would have been about damn time though.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you two have been making goo goo eyes at each other for like 3 weeks now.”

“No we haven’t, just been hanging out is all.”

“Strange, you don’t usually get a big dopey smile when we hang out.”

“What? You jealous?”

“Pfft don’t flatter yourself”

She dashed up to his side, still holding the flowers. “So what made you change your mind?”

“Who says that’s what happened?”

“Listen you cagey bastard, we can do this all day, it’s no feather off my tail”

“Ugh, go annoy someone else”

“Only if you answer me.”

“Why? It’s my business”

“Because it’s got you down and I care”

“Ugh, gross”

“Uh huh. Come on Ruggie, I don’t want you bottling it, you know it’s bad for you.”

Ruggie finally stopped with a resigned sigh “Jay, I’m alright, I just…There’s no way it’d work.”

“Why not?”

“What can I give him that he can’t get himself?”

“Oh that’s easy, your smile, your time, your affection”

“People coming up to him to tell him that I’m after his stuff, a no good money grubber”

“Really Ruggie? What does it matter what others think?”

“It doesn’t….Until he starts believing it.”

Jaylin gave him a sad yet concerned look, she knew all too well how cruel words, whether they were from a place of caring or not, could burn a relationship. She also knew that Kalim was the type to see good in just about everyone and wasn’t likely to turn on them just because of rumors. Looking down at the battered bouquet, Jaylin twisted her lips before making her final decision. “Hey Ruggie, since you don’t want these flowers, can I take them?”

Ruggie shrugged apathetically “Sure, whatever”

“Thanks, see you later?”

“Yeah, later.”

With that, Jaylin turned back to the main building and was on her way to setting a plan in motion.

[drkineildwicks]

oh my god, I didn't know httydragongrounds was still going! I left the group/da in general a few years ago, haha. if it's not too much of a hassle... I would love to hear about the mod drama that's happened lmao

Yeah, it's still around--finally joined it...eh, couple years ago after watching it for a while...gotta say it was before Eclipse was put into effect because that just--utterly destroyed DA for me and really made groups suffer in general (group submission expired? Hey what if DA decided to clear that out of your feed so you can never find the comments on the piece again?).

Okay buckle up naughty children it's time for Kineil Rants:

(under the cut because OH BOY HOWDY IT GETS LONG AND SALTY)

Since eclipse made working on DA a chore, I joined up with the Discord server for HTTYDragonGrounds. It was fun for a while, yes, but eventually I left because of said drama. Let's get into it.

HTTYDG is, as a rule, very, VERY strict with designs. Like, painfully strict. Like I have sworn off doing light-colored dragons strict. But the issue for me came from doing up the actual info. Because see, I'm a fast reader, and to me it makes sense to have the current stats on the far right side, so you can see where you are with it at a really quick glance. So it looks like:

Base stats -> max stats -> current stats

Which has been approved before, but starting a couple of months ago one of the mods INSISTED that it be like this:

base stats -> current stats -> max stats

And no amount of explaining that it would be more convenient for me, the person using the ref nine times out of ten, would change their mind. The order they insisted on was nonsensical to me and I said as much, and I said on the discord channel that I would insist on that order, partially out of protest, partially out of spite.

The mod's response?

Basically, "If you keep this up, I will make life miserable for you."

This is a MOD. Saying this IN PUBLIC. Not a back-door threat, in front of witnesses.

What made it worse was that everyone on the channel at the time jumped up and onto the mod's side, so it kind of ended up looking like those shunning circles you see in high school dramas. Yeah this is basically high-school levels of pettiness.

IT GETS BETTER THOUGH.

My thing had some actual points because some people would have difficulties reading in certain ways so this is actually kinda excluding to those people. But shortly afterwards someone on the channel got their way on a seven-year-old rule because they just kept complaining about it all day. No amount of pointing out that it would be appealing to a minority at best or saying it was an established rule changed anything, they weaponized 'inclusiveness' and then got what they wanted.

Again, the majority including the 'impartial' mods hopped on their side.

By this point these incidents, coupled with some nasty religious/political comments, made me leave the discord channel. And then shortly afterwards, I discover that an alligator!Loki dragon was allowed through. Like, you couldn't even tell the base dragons, it was just alligator!Loki.

Basically, tl;dr, HTTYDG has turned into what amounts to a "good ol' boys" clubs run by the senior members, and they're able to get away with it because the founder, who has the last say on everything, has been mostly absent due to health reasons for several years now and they've just taken advantage of that. I like the dragons, it's really the only HTTYD ARPG out there, but good night has it become pretty scummy.

...Oh gosh apparently I've been bottling this up for a while...yeah outside of just minding your own business the group has gone downhill and that's just sad to me considering the fun I used to have with it. :\

Hope you enjoyed the salt-fest, and thanks for an excuse to get it off my chest! ^v^/

[stardewtales]

Your shane x reader are some of the first I read when i got into sdv, and they still hold a li special place in my heart <3 I love the way you wrote shane, jas, and the farmer (you kept the farmer rather neutral, but you still gave her moments of personality, rlly great stuff!), anyway, I'd love any shane related stuff you would do, but if your looking for a request, the reader teaching him abt farming/gardening (planting hot peppers together eee) i think would be rlly cute-ok bye lysm!!!

A/N: hey lovely!! If you're still around, thank you so much for this. I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to get to your request, but here it is! Hope it lives up to your expectations xx

Shane can feel you hovering behind him.

"What is it," he groans, not bothering to turn around.

"Sorry," he hears you say. "Just, be careful with the roots, please? I don't want all your work to be for nothing."

Well, he can't exactly fault you for that. If anything, he's ashamed because he was distracted while you showed him the whole thing about the roots.

He turns to look at you. "Would you, uh... mind showing me again?"

His stomach twists as you smile at him, thoroughly amused. "Sure thing. Here, let me get in there..."

You kneel beside him, knees firmly planted in the dirt beside his. You proceed to show him how to dig around the roots instead of into them for a second time that afternoon. For a second time, he finds it hard to focus with you so close, but he fights that a little harder this time.

"Here," you hand him back the trowel, "give it another shot."

He can't miss the way the look you give him is so damn encouraging. You've given him plenty of variations on that look by now, with various degrees of concern thrown into the mix. He proceeds to try digging up the pepper plant again, the sun boring down on the back of his neck as he does it.

"Am I getting it right, now?" he asks, glancing up at you quickly.

"Couldn't do it better myself," you nod exaggeratedly, and he fakes throwing dirt at you in retaliation.

It gets a laugh out of you, clear and joyful. It stirs something inside him, the feeling that's been nagging at him sort of often these days. It hits him like a ton of bricks in that moment that this is the feeling he used to chase all the way down the bottles, the sort of rush he used to think would make up for everything else.

He must've made a face when he realized it, because your brows furrow in concern.

"Are you o-" you start, but you're cut off short by a girlish squeal further down the field.

Him and you both shoot up, surveying the surroundings.

"Jas?" you half-shout, concerned.

"I think I need some help," her voice pipes up sheepishly, and the two of you finally spot her, fallen on her butt among the sunflowers.

You huff, relieved, and tell him you've got it with a brief touch on his arm before you leave in Jas's direction. Now that he knows she's not hurt, he can go back to making sense of his thoughts, yet he barely registers the lingering feeling of your fingers on his forearm.

He kneels and gets back to work, distraught. His first instinct is to worry. The therapist Harvey connected him with cautioned him pretty early on about the way some addicts replaced one addiction with another, and that all good things should perhaps be enjoyed in moderation while he was on the road to recovery.

You're the best thing in his life by far, but he failed to keep you at arm's length a long time ago now. He's not dense enough to be unaware that he's developed some pretty strong feelings for you. But this particular feeling is new-ish, and he doesn't quite know what to make of it. As his fingers dig up the pepper plant out of the ground and he gently removes chunks of dirt from the roots, Shane hopes really hard this doesn't mean he's allowed himself to veer all the way of the right path he's been trying so hard to stick to.

He hates to think about it, but maybe he needs to cool off on seeing you so often so he can at least get a grip. He can't even recall the last time he went a day without seeing you. Sometime in the spring, probably? It's the very end of summer now.

After he's transferred the plant to the wheelbarrow, Shane stands up and looks around. You're still helping Jas uproot some sunflowers, even though her initial job was just to collect the stray seeds. Officially, he and her were there to help you wrap up the summer crops so you could transfer some to your greenhouse. In reality, he was helping you; Jas was causing more trouble than she was helping, but you didn't seem to mind at all, more than happy to show her over and over how to handle things properly.

He didn't know how you did it. It's like you had an endless well of patience, and he knew he ought to have reached the pit of it by now. And yet, he had not. There were depths to your kindness that reached far enough that even after dealing with him through his recovery, you still had plenty left for Jas in all her fumblings and ill-advised adventures.

For the rest of the afternoon Shane managed to clear his mind and just keep working somewhat efficiently. Marnie came around just before dinnertime to get Jas, who was too exhausted from running around by then to protest. Marnie had also let him know she'd save him a portion of dinner for when he came home, but to take his time, which he'd made sure to thank her for.

It wasn't long until Jas left before you and him moved on to replanting the uprooted plants into the greenhouse. He liked that part more than the digging up; liked the hazy warmth of the greenhouse more than the blaring heat of the field. The two of you worked mostly in silence, both exhausted, him perhaps more than you.

After you planted the last of yours and he was halfway through his own last plant, he heard you clap your hands together to shake the dirt off your gloves, before you fully shrieked.

"What's wrong?" he quickly turned towards you.

"Your neck!" you replied, walking over to him. "Did you not put on sunscreen like I told you to?"

Shane instinctively reaches for the back of his neck, and while the sunburn doesn't hurt yet, he can feel the tell-tale heat coming off of it.

"Ah, shit. Think I missed a spot."

You tut at him, shooing his hand off so you can take a better look.

"You big idiot," you chastise him affectionately. "You're lucky I have an infinite amount of aloe in the house from last summer."

**************

As Shane steps out of the shower and into your steam-filled bathroom, he can already tell he'll be sore from all this work. He doesn't know how you do this every day. He tries to get a look at himself in the mirror, but it's too fogged up. Probably better that way, he thinks.

He's used your shower plenty of times before, and he's glad that at the very least it doesn't feel as awkward as it used to. While he was still in the pits of getting sober, you'd graciously let him stay over on your couch so Jas didn't have to see him struggle when it got too hard. He still doesn't know why you did that, or how to repay you for it.

After putting on his clothes, he steps out into your living room, where you're waiting for him with a huge tub of the goo you intend to smear on his sunburn. You've showered too, and made him do it after you because otherwise you claimed he'd just wash off the aloe later, which was probably right.

"C'mere," you beckon him over to sit on the arm of your couch.

He chuckles. It's funny to him, how bossy you get when you're trying to take care of him. Nevertheless, he does as he's told and dutifully sits down like you instruct him. And waits.

Nothing happens.

"You okay back there?" he asks, looking over his shoulder.

You raise a brow. "Aren't you gonna take off your shirt? How am I supposed to get this on you otherwise?"

He feels a bubble of panic rush up. He's in better shape than he used to be, but he's still not much to look at, and he doesn't like the idea of you finding that out like this. "Is that really necessary?"

You sigh, and he knows there will be no convincing you. He feels the tips of his ears burn as he lifts his shirt over his head, dropping it at his feet and taking precious care not to look back at you. "Happy?" he mumbles.

"Hmhm," you hum quietly behind him.

You bring your aloe-coated fingers to his burning skin, and instantly he feels consumed by ice-cold flames. He was not prepared for you to touch him quite so gently, to work the gel into his skin in tiny, careful circles. His throat runs dry as he's reminded of his earlier conclusion that he needs to take some time away from you, for both of your sakes. If the way his body is reacting to this isn't proof, he doesn't know what would be.

You let him know you're done, and he promptly puts his shirt back on. He wishes he hadn't when the stickiness gets a hold of the collar.

"So, just a heads up," you start, screwing the jar of aloe vera shut, "I'm gonna be really busy tomorrow I think. So maybe hanging out in the evening when I'm done would be better?"

He's taken aback by the way this is coming up faster than he anticipated. Still, No time like the present I guess, he thinks to himself.

"About that," he clears his throat, "I think it might be better if I spend some alone time for a while."

He watches you still. You look up at him slowly, visibly confused. "Have I done something wrong?" you ask, and it kills him. "I'm sorry if I have, I know I can be a little overbearing sometimes," you start to ramble, but he cuts you off.

"No, no, none of that," he tries to reassure you. "It's just, uh, how do I say this," he scratches at his head, genuinely at a loss. "Remember how I told you my therapist said I should, like, maybe be careful about things I enjoy a lot? And about... strong emotions?"

You nod, but he can tell from your slight frown you're still confused.

"Well, it's kinda like that. I feel really good when I'm with you. Maybe a little too good. Strong stuff. But I don't wanna depend on you to feel... good. I wanna keep this healthy, yeah?"

You ponder his words, and he can tell he hasn't really gotten his point across. "I mean, I think I get where you're coming from, maybe? But Shane, I think it's okay for you to have a support system. Is it really so bad if being with a friend makes you feel good? I think that's how most people feel."

He shakes his head, huffing. "No, it's not like that."

"Then what is it like?"

His eyes meet yours, and he feels weak. "Please don't make me say it," he whispers.

"Shane," you reach out to touch his shoulder, "You're worrying me."

He swallows. Before he knows it, it tumbles out of him. "I have feelings for you. I have for a while. And lately it's gotten a little out of control. So I need some time away from you to get over it, okay? I don't want things to be weird. I need you too much to have things be weird. So I need to figure it out before it gets there."

You stare at him, and he sees so many emotions run across your face that he gets dizzy.

"You... what?" you say quietly after a while.

He feels heat rise from his chest all the way to his ears, like some twisted type of nausea. "Forget it, alright? That's not the point I'm trying to make. I just..." he breathes, "I'll see you in a few days, yeah?"

He doesn't wait for a response. He goes for the door right away, in a real hurry to leave this place where everything is so blatantly yours, down to the smell of your lotion lingering in the air from your bare legs.

But you don't let him leave. He feels your hand on his arm, a real grip this time, and the next thing he knows you're reaching for his neck and bringing his mouth to meet yours. Shane thinks he's forgotten how to make his blood run, how to make his lungs breathe, how to make his limbs move. You're pressing your lips on his with a fervor he didn't even know you had in you. Then, with an instinct of its own, his body kicks back into gear, and he feels himself wrapping his arms around you, bringing you closer yet as he pours all the energy he has left into kissing you back.

It's desperation that compels him, because he never imagined this would ever happen outside of his mind, outside of his daydreams. He's not even convinced he'll ever get to do it again, so he's making this one count.

He genuinely has no idea how much time has passed when you break away from him, panting. You're not saying anything, just searching his eyes with yours.

"Please say something," he eventually breathes.

He watches as you swallow, then exhale loudly. "I don't want to see you in a few days only. I wanna see you now and in the middle of the night and every moment of every day. I don't want you to go and get over me, because I don't think I'll be able to get over you if you do, Shane. So don't leave me. Stay. Please."

Your words fluster him a great deal more than he already is. "Okay," he nods, in a half-daze.

"Yeah?" you make sure, still catching your breath.

"Yeah," he confirms. "Anything for you. Of course."

[bigilante]

— 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 ❣ 𝕙.𝕠

⌜mature content • minors do not interact⌟

「 contents: mature language + handjob ━━━━━ word count: 2.4k 」

: a.n : hiya! it's been long since i last posted something but here i am! this is my entry for @worldoftom's lolbrosgetsicktoo writing challenge. be gentle with me please, i'm really awkward writing in second person but i really wanted to make this gender-neutral.

: prompt : Harrison injures his right hand. He’s sexually frustrated, and his left hand just isn’t doing the job. Reader notices something is up with her poor roommate, and asks if there’s anything she can do to help. Even though they haven’t been anything more than friends up to this point, reader offers to “give him a hand,” or whatever of her other body parts he likes.

For two weeks Harrison had had his right hand clasped in a splint from taking a rather nasty fall from his skateboard. The night he had come home from the park with his jeans ripped on the knees and his hand clutched to his chest you hadn’t wasted a second to start taking the piss out of him at the clear picture of him eating shit at the skatepark but when he let out a pained groan after trying to take his jacket off your laughter died down and worry settled on the pit of your stomach.

His hand turned out to be badly sprained and well, the next couple of weeks had been spent in him trying to navigate his days with his non-dominant hand and with the initial panic of your roommate hurting himself gone you resumed the lighthearted piss-taking. Although he laughed with you at the jokes you made you could see how it really bugged him that he wasn’t as useful and agile with his right hand being in mandatory rest. “Told you, H. Whatever you have trouble with I can give you a hand.” You reminded him waving both your hands in front of you in a somewhat mocking manner.

“Yeah, heard you the first time.” He grumbled while struggling to button up his dress shirt. “Damn it.” The blonde cursed under his breath when his fingers seemed to not be working properly. That was enough for you to put your cup of tea down on the breakfast bar to walk up to him taking over the task he was growing frustrated with. He sighed defeated, letting his hands drop to his sides allowing you to close his shirt for him.

“Really, Harrison. I don’t mind helping you out.” The reassurance prompted Harrison to nod in understanding, running his fingers through his hair clearly irked by his situation. As if after you repeating it ninety-nine times before hadn’t sunk into his brain until the hundredth. “There you go, all done.” You patted his chest a couple of times then stepped back away from him to grab your mug again watching him leave the flat in a hurry after thanking you. You had been joking about what happened to him but you really felt bad for him, Harrison was a very active and independent guy who rarely asked for help and now that he was close to useless at doing simple tasks you could see how much it troubled him.

In the evening when he returned home he headed directly to the bathroom barely uttering a greeting back when you welcomed him, the sound of the running water splashing around let you know he was running a bath, you sighed at the fact that he had beaten you to run one for yourself though you were still busy making dinner for the both of you you didn’t duel much on it. About thirty minutes had passed since he went in for his bath and you figured it’ll be enough time for him to be about done with it to come out and eat, hence you walking up to the end of the hallway to knock on the door to make him aware that the food was ready.

However, the noise of water splashing a bit too aggressively accompanied by Harrison’s angry cursing made you believe something was wrong. With not much time to think you tried for the door and found it unlocked, swinging it open swiftly. “Are you okay!?” You asked in a panic, eyes wide when you saw the walls dripping and the floor flooded with soapy water. “Are you hurt?” You insisted, daring to step inside the room, bare feet coming in contact with the wet ground making comical splashing sounds.

“Yeah-no. I just…” He frantically tried to gather the few bubbles that floated on the scarcely-filled tub, bringing them closer to his body to cover himself a little.

“You just what, H?” Your voice still held concern and he noticed, finally looking up at you with seemingly pleading eyes. “You need help with your back or what is it?”

“No, y/n.” He huffed, brushing his wet hair back with his splinted hand wincing a little with the action. “This time you really can’t help me, alright? Just, let me get dressed.”

“Harrison, I told you I don’t mind help—” You started but was soon cut by the blonde’s voice rising above his usual level.

“I need a wank! That’s what I need. And my fucking left hand ain’t cutting it anymore.” Harrison blurted out a bit worked up, breathing heavily with cheeks burning hot showing in a bright crimson colour that stood out against his milky skin. Your mouth closed immediately after he acknowledged his problem, a warmth crept up your neck settling comfortably on the apples of your cheeks as your fingers toyed aimlessly with the hem of your oversized bed t-shirt. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, he had thrown his head back on the edge of the tub and covered his eyes with his injured hand while the other was under the water.

The way the muscles of his arm were flexed made the heat of your cheeks travelled to new places that could be labelled as inappropriate. Boldly, you stepped further into the room your steps marked by the sloppy meeting of them with the soaked tiles, not knowing exactly how you conjured the confidence to do so. “I-I don’t mind... helping,” You stuttered out, stopping right by his side. Wide eyes hanging on the young man’s hidden face that was instantly revealed as soon as those words left your lips.

“What!? Don’t be silly, y/n. I could never ask you to do that.” He sat up, making starts to get up but you stopped him by placing a hand on his bare shoulder keeping him inside the tub.

“You’re not asking, I’m offering.” You gave him a sincere smile, irises dancing between his crystal clear ones as you waited for him to accept or decline your proposal. Harrison’s teeth clenched as he swallowed thickly making his jawline look even sharper. When he delayed in giving you an answer you felt as if you had overstepped his boundaries and panic began to invade you fast.

“Okay.” He agreed with a nearly imperceptible wobble in his voice. “But don’t look at it. It’ll make me feel less guilty if you don’t know what it looks like.” The chuckle he let out was nervous and awkward, causing you to match it with one of your own as you nodded your head.

“Okay, I won’t look.” You declared, pressing your lips together before sinking to your knees right beside the bathtub sitting comfortably on your folded legs. Taking in a deep breath you reached for his left forearm with your right hand, eyes focused on the edge of the porcelain trying your best not to look down as you let your hand trail down his arm ultimately meeting his own hand under the lukewarm water. “Let go.” In a soft voice, you requested. Harrison exhaled through his nose prompting you to shift your gaze from the tub to his face, sending him a reassuring nod and a faint smile, those sufficient for him let you hold him inhaling a tad sharply when you did.

With your hand now wrapped around his girth, you started to give him slow and long rubs with a fairly firm grip. Since your eyes were still on him you saw him sigh, momentarily closing his eyes with the first few strokes, his lips pressed together as he breathed through each caress you provided. It was hypnotising seeing him in that way: head thrown back, eyes closed, flushed face, brows pinched together; adding to all of that he was completely naked and splattered with water droplets. Your tongue darted out to wet your suddenly dry lips, swallowing thickly at the scene in front of you, subconsciously your grasp on the man’s erection tightened enough to make him let out an involuntary moan that echoed throughout the tiled room, travelling through your ears and finding a new home deep inside your brain.

Again, —you thought— do it again. You now craved his pleasure noises, with a new goal you lifted yourself from your sitting position back into your knees so you could move your arm at a faster pace, wrist twisting every now and again succeeding at drawing more moans out of your roommate. A whimper left your throat when your arm started to grow tired from the motion and the pressure of the ceramic edge underneath it prompting Harrison’s eyes to shoot open and you swore you felt him twitch against your palm. “S-sorry, my arm got sore.” You let out an embarrassed laugh when your eyes met his, your whole face burning hot.

The aching of your arm combined itself with the soreness of your knees forcing you to stand up and let go of Harrison in the process, with little time to think twice you swung your leg over the edge of the bathtub soon followed by the other before you found a comfortable new position straddling the blonde’s bare thighs. The weight of you coming into the water raised the level of it, permitting it to soak the bottom half of your top, Harrison’s eyes never left your figure as you moved that much closer to him, his stomach was a little sucked in as if he was holding in his breath. “Is this okay?” You quizzed, noting that you sitting on him might be too much.

“Ye-yeah.” He breathed out in a hurry. You proceeded to resume your ministrations now with a better angle and an additional hand to give your right one a minute of rest. The movement of the water around you both and Harrison’s heavy breathing was the only things that could be heard in the bathroom of your quiet flat. The view was intoxicating; chiselled chest heaving, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, jaw slacked, pink lips parted and eyes screw shut. You found it next to impossible to reap your gaze from the guy in front of you, the way he was reacting to your touch was rapidly becoming your favourite thing and you wanted more of him, your thighs tightened over his when he let out a particularly loud moan and you had to blink a few times to try and restore your morality without much success.

“Are you close?” Your voice filled the air around you, it surprised both of you for you didn’t know you had it in you to ask such a question when you were trying to keep your composure in front of the man. Harrison’s eyes were half-opened and on you the second you asked, the intensity of them draw you in closer and closer to his face until your forehead was pressed against his tentatively. Soon his healthy hand was back under the water only this time it landed on your bare thigh gripping it tightly, the simple touch causing your breath to match his ragged one, mixing together from the close proximity of your faces.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” Harrison ordered with a deep groan as his body began to tense up underneath you. You took the cue and doubled your efforts with both your hands subconsciously whispering encouragements eliciting louder moans from him. His poorly hand came up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place —as if you really had the intention to move away— while his high very evidently approached. “Fuck, y/n.” The blue-eyed boy moaned in your face luring a whine out of your throat at the sound of your name being called in such a way.

“Cum for me,” You encouraged him, nudging his nose with yours silently prompting him to look at you, and he did. Hooded eyes fixed on yours mere centimetres away that you could feel his lips ghosting over your own teasingly, warm breath fanning over them. “Harri, c’mon.” A whisper was all you could manage at that moment. Your own throat had grown dry and you had to suppress the mewls that threatened to leave your chest when you started to feel his cock twitching in your hands. A loud grunt got stuck in the man’s throat the moment he toppled over the edge, his length spasming in your grip as you so clearly sensed it unload under the now cool water, the temperature of the liquids contrasting against your skin when his seed landed on your hands as it sank.

Harrison’s body shuddered with each slow stroke you gave him to help him ride his orgasm, moans continued to fall from his parted lips. He swallowed, finally releasing your neck from the clasp to be able to relax back in the tub letting out a long and deep sigh of content. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed the moment he pulled away but it was for the best, you couldn’t be wishing for him to do something for you when you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.

That was when it hit you, the position you were in wasn’t appropriate at all, it didn’t matter how willing you were to be his second self surely giving him manual relief was a step too far. So with overwhelming shame, you let go of him, leaning to the side to take hold of the edge of the tub, pulling yourself up to your feet in a daze. The water that dripped down from your soaked t-shirt far too noisy in your ears as they buzzed with the adrenaline that still coursed through your body, the wet fabric sticking to your skin making you self-aware that it was now see-through so you hurried to the railing stuck to the wall and grabbed one of the towels, quickly wrapping it around your waist.

Embarrassed, you started for the door, holding the doorknob ready to leave the room, “Di-dinner’s ready.” You acknowledged shyly, the tremble in your voice giving your remorse away. You frantically shuffled on your feet stepping out of the room and closing the door behind you. There was a weird feeling in the pits of your stomach, you knew you felt embarrassed of what had just happened yet, that wasn’t it, it was almost like a craving. A craving for his touch and that made the shame feel ten times worse. You marched to your room locking yourself in, forgetting about your dinner plate that was sitting on the kitchen counter, your hunger long gone. Though, despite the mortification, there was a new much problematic sort of appetite tingling deep inside you and the throbbing between your legs made it much too hard to ignore.

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Lee Sangyeon - Captive

cop! Sangyeon x crime boss! fem! reader

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), dubious consent, slight degradation, sub!Sangyeon

Submissive Sangyeon is a kink I never knew I had. JK I definitely have a thing for turning dominant-seeming men into little darling subbies. Welp, I hope you enjoy this filth I put together in 3 hours.

Sangyeon's an undercover cop trying to bust you and your crew. Things don't go entirely according to plan.

Sangyeon awoke with a start, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. His wrists are chained to the wall and he is completely naked except for his underwear. He starts to get angry, shaking his chains to try to loosen them.

"You'd best not do that, officer. One wrong move and it'll cut off your blood circulation." A sickeningly sweet voice cuts through the darkness and Sangyeon whips his head around, trying to find you. A light turns on, and dimly illuminates your figure. Sangyeon growls and tugs at his restraints again.

"Let me go," Sangyeon growled. "Or you're gonna regret it." You laugh airily. "Actually I think you're going to regret it if I let you go." His eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Darling, if you leave, you're gonna miss out on a lot of fun," you bring a hand up to stroke his cheek. "Don't touch me," he spits. You shrug nonchalantly, walking back to the table.

"Fine. I won't touch you." You retrieve a vibrator and walk back towards him with a devilish grin. Sangyeon widens his eyes in horror at what you're wielding and begins to protest.

"No, no stop, what are you- ahh!" He yelps as you press the vibrator into his cockhead that's leaking through his tight, white briefs. The wet patch of fabric that has turned translucent grows as Sangyeon gushes more precum from the stimulation. He thrashes around, chains clanging as he begs for you to stop. You ignore his cries and continue to run the vibrator up and down his impressive length.

You pull away the vibrator for a moment and watch as he bucks his hips forward, chasing that delicious sensation. You laugh, slapping him on the thigh, which elicits a pained moan. "You keep telling me to stop, but it seems like you don't actually want me to. Make up your mind, silly officer."

You continue to mock him by pressing the vibrator against his cock for a second, then removing it, and repeating it over and over until he actually starts terafully whining in frustration. You laugh at his misery, sneering at him, "Big, scary officer turning into a whiny little bitch? Pathetic." You take away the vibrator and grab his balls harshly, making him howl in pain.

You grope him through his drenched briefs and he starts to welcome the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure. He hates that he enjoys being tortured by you, a criminal he had sworn to take down, but he can't deny that you were hot, and that this situation was wonderfully wrong on so many levels. But since he was trapped here, might as well enjoy it right?

Sangyeon snaps out of his thoughts when he hears you switch the vibrator on with a click. He looks down at your devilish smirk and watches as you pull the waistband of his briefs open, only to shove the vibrator into his underwear, right between his balls and cock, before snapping the elastic back into place. His whole body jolts and he starts trembling from the intense stimulation in such a sensitive area.

The chains around his wrists clang as he thrashes around, hips canting up wildly, desperate for release. You stand back to admire your masterpiece. He's flushed red all over, teary eyes screwed shut, drool spilling from his lips as he shamelessly moaned, toes curling in pleasure. He's calling your name, begging you for something, anything. He doesn't even know what he's begging for, all he knows is that he wants is to cum.

And he does, spilling hot semen into his soaked briefs, some of it spurting through the fabric and landing on the floor with the force of his orgasm. He screams in pain and pleasure as the vibrations continue to overstimulate him and his blushing cock just keeps pulsing out more and more cum. He begs you to make it stop, knees nearly buckling from exhaustion.

You pretend to think for a moment, and you decide to give a him a little break. You walk over to him and wrench the vibrator from his ruined underwear and switch it off. He sobs in relief and his body goes slack, slinking against the wall, panting harshly. You look at the cum that's covering the head of the vibrator, and dip your tongue in it to taste. You hum at the bittersweet taste of your archenemy, the man who had made the past few months so difficult for you, ruining every operation you tried to initiate.

You continue to lick his cum off the vibrator as you bask in your victory. You finally broke him. You adored how small and pathetic he looked after just one round of torture playtime. He hung his head in shame, body still twitching occasionally with aftershocks from his orgasm. You take your panties off, which had been getting progressively wetter as you were extremely aroused by watching Sangyeon come undone.

You walk over to him and undo his chains, making him fall to the ground on his knees. He looks up at you in surprise, his dark brown orbs filled with confusion. You grip his hair harshly and he whines, as you slowly hitch up the bottom of your dress, exposing your slick folds. He licks his lips nervously, his confusion slowly turning into excitement. He eyes your pussy and glances back up to meet your intense gaze.

"You didn't think we're actually done, did you? Why do you get to cum and I don't?" You smile sinisterly down at him. He gulps, readying himself for what's to come. Somewhere along the way he lost his inhibitions and was overcome with the desire to please you. He calls your name in a whisper. Your smile widens, and his chest swells. He wants to see you smile more. He wants to impress you. He wants to pleasure you.

You move to stand over him, legs spread and your pussy dripping tantalizingly before his eyes. You nod at him, and he dives in to lick at your folds ravenously, as if the sweet taste of your juices would quench the burning thirst within him. You let out a moan, gripping his sweaty locks even tighter, pushing his face into your cunt. He sucks hard on your clit, he kisses your folds, he thrusts his tongue into your tight hole and makes a filthy mess, complete with wet, squelching sounds.

You grind onto his face as he continues to tongue-fuck you, breathy moans spilling from your own lips. His hands come up to grab your ass, pulling you impossibly closer so he can thrust his tongue deeper into you. You feel a familiar sensation building in your tummy and pull him away, a line of spit trailing from his lips to your clit.

He looks up at you, dazed. Was he not doing well enough? Before he could ask, you push him down to lay on his back and rip his briefs off and start pumping his half-hard cock. He was getting aroused again just by making out with your pussy and you smile at the thought. You rub your folds up and down his length, slicking him up with your juices. He watches you in excitement, hands coming up to rest on your waist. He guides you to seat yourself on his dick, both of you moaning at the feeling of his thick cock stretching out your tight, wet heat.

Once he bottomed out, you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips, which he accepts hungrily. "Make me cum," you commanded him simply. He begins to thrust up into you, and you bounce on his dick, meeting his thrusts halfway each time. The sounds of moans and wet skin slapping fill the cavernous room, echoing off the walls. He groans at the sight of your tits bouncing in his face and he pulls you down so he can suck on your nipples. He's got one hand on your ass and the other is groping your tits and pinching your nipples.

You moan loudly at the pinches, licks and twists he's giving to your hard nipples, loving the way your body makes him go cross-eyed in pleasure. He's moaning intermittently around your breasts too, his hips continuously pistoning into your pussy once he'd found that sweet spot. He mumbles that he's getting close again, and you wrap a hand around his throat.

"Make me cum first, then you can cum inside me." He nods furiously, giving his all into fucking you, chasing both your orgasms. You let him take control of the pace, burying your face in his neck as he pounds into you, breathlessly chanting your name in praises. Fuck you feel so good, so tight and wet, you're driving me crazy, my cock feels like it'll burst, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise and you scream in pleasure, choking Sangyeon unintentionally. His hips stutter and he cums for the second time that night, the pressure around his throat pushing him over the limit. He grinds up into you, filling you up with his seed. He moans lowly as he rides his orgasm out with you, holding you close.

The room is silent, save for the sounds of both of you panting, trying to catch your breaths. He kisses you on your shoulder with a dazed, fucked out look on his face, and you stifle a giggle. You stroke his hair as a means of assuring him that he did well, before getting up and off his dick. Your dress was soaked with sweat and his cum dribbled out of your abused cunt and down your thighs. Your knees were a little wobbly but you managed to stand in your high heels.

You start to walk away and he panickedly calls after you, legs too jelly to even attempt to stand. You shoot him a look over your shoulder, calling out "It was fun, you did so well. Unfortunately that's all for tonight." He scrambles to sit up, but you're already too far away for him to crawl after. He's protesting and spluttering in panic as you give him a little wave before slamming the door shut, leaving him alone in the darkness, covered in sweat and filth.

As you walk away, you hear him wail in despair, and you smirk triumphantly. Serves you right, officer.

[fictionplumis]

I see your “Roche is secretly a half-elf” and raise you “Shrodingers Roche”. 

Half the things he does is just so Aen Seidhe that when it gets to the point where he’s forced to cooperate with the Socia’tael for the benefit of everyone, like we all want to happen, the elves are just like, “Okay, he has to have Elder Blood. Humans aren’t normally like that, especially humans like him, who revel in violence, murder, and bloodshed. I mean, he doesn’t know who his father is, so...” 

And then Roche turns around and says or does something that contradicts the theory completely and all the elves throw their hands up like, “Nope, he’s a dh’oine.”

-- Roche likes being up high places, both because there’s a tactical advantage but also because he just does. He’s a Blue Stripe, he knows how to climb a tree like a Squirrel, and yes, sometimes he will do it just to sit in the damn tree because at least there he has some peace and quiet sometimes and can observe the surrounding area better. 

-- He hates jumping through the branches chasing down some Socia’tael member who won’t do the decent thing and just let themselves be shot from the trees by a crossbow or come down themselves to get their asses handed to them in a proper fight. Fuck that. He will drag that elf from the tree by their ankle on sheer principal to kill them on the ground. You know, the only sensible place to fight. 

-- He’s really good with a bow. Ves is better than him with a crossbow and is quickly catching up to his skill with a regular bow, but for the moment he can still outshoot her if they’re both using traditional bows. His aim is also damn good with a crossbow for a human, Ves is just better. 

-- Hates using a bow. Just fucking hates it. Iorveth or someone will preach about the benefits a bow has over a crossbow and Roche will go, “Oh yes, well my opionion is,” then he flips the bird and leaves to go shoot shit with his crossbow. But of course he would rather use a sword, or a knife, or just straight up start fucking people up with his mace because who needs poise or grace when you can just bust their skull in with a mace? 

-- When he explained how the Blue Stripes were so hard to ambush without Roche figuring out their location seconds before the ambush, what he describes sounds oddly like he’s tuning into the feeling of the forest. He claims it’s a feeling, like the trees are holding their breath, like there’s a charge in the atmosphere, a drop of pressure on a beautiful sunny day before a bad storm. And what human can feel the natural world around them that strongly and not have a drop of Elder Blood there? 

--Then they watch him pass up five different medicinal herbs on his way to pick some poison mushrooms that aren’t deadly if cooked, but will cause mild stomach pains nonetheless. And Roche is like, “It’s fine, because it’s food that doesn’t kill anyone and doesn’t cut into our rations. Who cares about some mild abdominal cramping? Ves goes through that once a cycle and she’s fine. My unit never complained about them before besides the one person who died before we realized we needed to cook them, but no one liked him anyway.” 

-- He likes looking up at the stars, which Iorveth found particularly endearing. Of course, as a Commander and someone who travels a lot, Roche would need to know how to navigate by them, but laying on his back at night looking up at them twinkling overhead isn’t navigating, and Roche even knows some of the lore behind the constellations, even if the lore he knows is heavily changed to fit human beliefs when they had once been elven stories. 

-- Roche can identify the Guiding Star and knows that it’s part of a ladle, but he doesn’t get how it’s a ladle. He can’t see the ladle. He finds the star because he recognizes the pattern of the other stars around it but they don’t look like a fucking ladle. And he knows those three stars over there are the belt of a hunter but that does NOT look like a hunter with a bow. He cannot for the life of him understand how some people saw those dots in the sky and went, “Ah yes, that looks like an archneas.” Don’t try to show him and point it out star by star, don’t try to draw him a picture and explain it, he won’t get it. He doesn’t see it. He thinks people that do are a little touched in the head. 

-- His ears are sensitive. 

-- He claims that’s pretty normal for humans and they aren’t even slightly pointy.

-- When he wants to, he can move incredibly silent and blend in well with the forest despite being bright fucking blue. There is a kind of grace about him, too. All of those things are too well done for most skilled humans.

-- He’s big. He’s bulky. He has to try at being silent. Body hair. Also he would rather not fight with grace, he’d rather just wail on someone with his fists and taste blood in his mouth.

-- He rarely dreams, and when he does, they’re intense. 

-- All the dreams he has can easily be explained by PTSD. 

-- Roche does actually find peace in being in nature. When he’s alone. When he’s not looking over his shoulder for threats. And he’s very good at just being in the middle of the woods and doing things. It’s something he never admits to anyone because it just never really comes up. 

-- If given the choice between being in the middle of the woods, or in a city with a fucking bed and roof over his head, he’ll pick the bed ANY DAY. 

-- He’s actually a very clean person if given the choice. He likes baths, especially hot baths because they ease his aching muscles. And he prefers his clothing looking nice and neat, like he just stepped out of the Vizima palace. 

-- He doesn’t complain about going weeks covered in blood, sweat, dirt, shit, and gods only know what else. He’ll complain about having to scrub it off his clothes, though. 

-- He’s fucking TOUGH. For a human, he’s survived some extreme shit and kept on trucking. He can take a fall, he can take a hit, he can nearly be burned alive by a dragon and then buried under half a foot of rubble and get up and be pissed off that his uniform is scorched and he broke three ribs. Socia’tael have seen him take arrows and just keep coming. 

--  He aches a lot. Muscles, joints, especially his wrists from using a sword. All that jumping after the Socia’tael and fighting his way out of every situation has taken a real toll on his body. He often wears compression gloves under his studded ones to help with the pain. He claims that age is a factor because he’s not a young man anymore, but Elder Blood would staved that off for a bit longer. Time will tell on that one, whether is pain his lifestyle or age, and if he lives long enough for his age to give much of a hint.

-- And a random thing that screws up the whole idea he might have Elder Blood, this poor man can’t carry tune for shit. Can’t even hum on key. He’s fucking awful and so he just WON’T because his biggest weakness is doing something minorly embarrassing. 

So the question becomes, is Roche a half-elf, a weird human, or are humans just sometimes like that? Until they know for sure, all are equally likely and valid.

[teddy06writes]

PLEEAASE 😭😭 I'm begging you for some hurt/comfort resolution for the last karlnapity x reader and sleepy bois brothers!! I just want them all to be happyyy. If the 3 lives was implemented, or if reader came back like ghostbur and the hurt is raw for the loved ones, the fallout and fixing, the love and regret i- (I loved the fic, your karlnapity are my favorite!! keep up the awesome work!! <3)

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader + sleepy boys x silbing!reader

trigger warnings: mention character death (it’s you, your the dead one) yelling, swearing,

requested by the anon above, another anon: “ngl after reading that angst fic I can picture y/n ( even tho I know y/n came back with knowing who the boys were ) coming back kinda like ghostbur knowing the boys voices but can't exactly place their names and who they are to them or something like that ?? idk my brain went think of more angst after that fic - also sorry this is just me rambling. love your work btw !!” 

as well as @tobiostfu @theprocrastinatingshipper @pastelvixenbeauty  and probably some more folks I might have missed

premise: this is a part two to the other angst thing from the other day, so I recommend you read that for context, this is a resolve (ish) to that 

(y/n/n)- your nickname

“blep”- talking

‘blep’ thinking

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You had drifted the lands of the SMP, and L’Manburg for sometime trying to remember what had happened, and why everyone was always yelling.

You’d try to talk to Karl, after Alex and Nick had left, but he just ignored you.

Now you were perched on the top of the stage, looking out ‘why are the walls gone?’, and then looking down, confused, at the strange, cage like structure built at the center.

You heard a sigh, and turned to see Eret looking up at the cage as well, you hopped down off the stage and concentrated, “Eret?”

They jumped, looking around, “What the hell?”

You screwed your eyes shut ‘please see me please see me please-’

“(y/n)?”

You opened your eyes to see Eret looking at you in shock, “Eret! I’m so glad to see you! Everyone’s been ignoring me lately, and acting like I’m not here, and I don’t get it.”

“(y/n)?” His voice was shaking.

“Yeah, Eret. It’s me!” You giggled, “What’s going on here? Did I miss the festival?”

“(Y/n).”

You looked at her confused, “Yeah. W- whats-”

“(y/n/n)?” A teary voice behind you called.

You grinned turning around, running to hug him, “Karl! I missed you! Why did you keep ignoring me?”

He began to cry as you sailed through him, “(y/n/n).”

“Karl? Karl love why are you crying? Eret what’s going on?”

Karl all but fell to his knee’s burring his head in his hands, muffling his sobs, “(y/n/n)!”

You sat beside him, continually trying to wrap your arms around him, but instead they just past through, over, and over, and over and over again, “Wh- why can’t I- what’s- what- Eret whats?”

Tears similar to Karl’s began to roll down your cheeks, as you looked down at your hands, only now noticing how gray your skin looked, “What’s going on?”

“(y/n),” You could tell Eret was fighting to keep their voice from shaking, “Do you not remember?”

“Remember what? What’s going on?”

Karl sobbed louder, and Eret shook her head, “(y/n), I- theres a path, through the woods, behind- up behind the hill. I- I need you to go up there, as far as it goes, alright?”

You nodded, “Why?”

“Just go. I’m going to take Karl back home. Maybe- maybe don’t come back to his house for a while.”

Eret gently helped Karl up, and led him away, his sobs still echoing in your head.

‘what the hell is going on here?’

Slowly you drifted up towards the hill Eret had spoken of, ‘hey, pogtopia is this way! maybe I’ll go see Wil an’ Tommy an’ Techno! They’ll know what’s going on.’

You continued to drift up the path, humming quietly and wondering what Eret had sent you to look at, and why Karl had been crying.

You looked up and around at all the trees, trying to remember them. It was in bits and pieces, Tommy yelling about about freedom, Wilbur saying how proud Phil would be.

You remembered the forests burning, ‘who had done that?’, hiding in the woods after- after something- tnt, blow- after L’manburg had been blown up.

You stopped moving, looking down confused at the stone you had come across, it as large, flat and upright, and you looked at the words confused.

‘(Y/n) brave beyond words, hero of L’manburg’ there were various flowers scattered around, a sword stuck out of the ground, a flower chain wrapped around it’s hilt, there was a uniform jacket, one you vaguely recognized as your own and a bandana, also tied to the hilt of the sword.

Someone dropped something, a sword, “(y/n)?”

“Techno! I missed you! Everyone down in L’manburg is being wierd and when I finally got Karl to stop ignoring me he just started crying, and there’s this weird thing up on the stage and the walls are gone, and Eret told me to come up here, and why is my name on this headstone?”

“(y/n/n) I’m sorry,” Your brother fell to his knees, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean too! They made me!”

“What are you talkin about Tech?”

“How are you back here? I’m sorry! This is my fault I did this to you!”

You were surprised to see your brother crying, “What’s wrong Techno?”

“You don’t remember?”

“(Y/n)?” Another voice asked.

You turned, looking at Wilbur, “Wilbur what’s going on? No one’s answering me again, and I’m scared that they can’t see me again! And I’m really confused and I made Karl cry and I don’t get it!”

“(y/n) your dead, you died, you- how are you?” Wilbur stuttered.

“Wha- wh- d- dead? What do you mean?” You watched as Wilbur carefully placed himself between you and a still crying Techno.

“You died, a few days ago. (y/n/n).”

You sank to the ground, fading away so that your brothers wouldn’t see.

~~ “So you don’t remember anything?” The man with the rams horns asked.

You shook your head, “Not everything. Just a lot of things. Wilby says I’m dead, which I guess makes sense now.”

You’d continue drifting around L’manburg, for a while, trying to figure out what had happened on your own, and ended up sitting dejectedly outside the white house, you could remember making it with Tubbo.

“Well I’m Shlatt.” He shuffled around in his desk, looking for something.

“Shlatt?” You paused, trying to remember him, pretending not to notice to see the fear that flashed in his eyes, “Your.. you were here before L’manburg right?”

“Yeah, uh, here.” He pulled out a book and quill, “Uh, write down what you remember, that might help.”

You looked at him quizzically, “I can’t touch things, uh- or manipulate objects in the normal world with out using huge amounts of energy.”

He frowned and quickly picked up the pen, “You dictate then.”

You hummed, “Well, things I remember....”

~~

Alex woke with a start, sitting up from where he was hunched over his desk, blinking at the harsh afternoon light that was drifting through his office window.

He still hadn’t been back to the house since the fight after the execution, and had been forcing himself into work to mask the grief.

“So is there anything else? It doesn’t seem like you remember much.” Shlatt’s voice was muffled by the wall.

“Well it’s a bit foggy towards the end, and the beginning Ooo! I remember Alex and Nicky and Karl too! I could never forget them!”

Alex froze at the familiar giggle.

“Yeah, you never used to shut up about your boyfriends.” Shlatt chuckled.

Alex was running down the hall and slamming the door to the presidents office open before he could register he was moving, “Shlatt am I going insane or...”

He trailed off as your floating grayish form turned to him, “Alex! I couldn’t find you! And I didn’t know what was going on and everyone was ignoring me then I saw Wil and Techno and they told me I was dead. and then I found Shlatt! And he’s helping me write down what I remember! Have you met Shlatt? He’s nice!”

“Shlatt what the fuck is this?” He spoke through you as if you weren’t even there.

“Your partner. Apparently no one around has been helping them sort things out,” The president stood up and moved around his desk, “Ghosts tend to forget things of there past lives, and no one was helping them, so I am.”

“Did you tell them what happened? Why there fuckin- floating around instead of being here with us?” Alex spat.

Shlatt sighed, “Quackity listen this is a delicate thing. Right now it’s be better to help them remember than just tell them. So go find your stupid boyfriends and tell them the situation!”

“I cant Shlatt, we broke up. They don’t want to see me.”

“Is that what you were yelling about?” You asked quietly.

Alex looked at you, shocked, “You heard that?”

“Yeah. You and Nick made Karl cry. And then I couldn’t do anything about it,” you looked down at the floor, “w- is it my fault y- we’re broken up now?”

Alex remained silent so you continued, “I’m trying to remember what I did. And how I died. But if I did something stupid, or something to hurt you, I’m sorry.”

You were crying again, and Shlatt glared at Alex, which somehow surprised you, “This is why is trying to fucking handle this. Leave. Tell the others or not I don’t care, they’ll find out eventually.”

“Wh- Shlatt they- How-”

“I said get out,” Shlatt said firmly, “At least let me try to fix things I’ve fucked up.”

Alex shook his head before turning and heading out of the office, only ducking into his own long enough to grab something before stalking out of the building.

Shlatt turned back to you, already starting to pick the pen back up, “So what else do you remember about.. uh, your last few days. What do you remember right before the end?”

“Did they really break up because of me? If I did something I should go apologized.”

“Hey, hey, no, it ain’t your fault. I’ll go yell at them later. Tell me more about what you remember about the festival.”

~~ “Why the fuck are we here Shlatt?” Tommy half yelled.

Tommy, Technoblade, Wilbur, Alex, Nick and Karl were all gathered in front of Shlatt in the holy land.

“So, some of you may know, some of you may not, (Y/n) is back,” He looked over all the faces, Karl already looking like he was about to cry, and Nick frozen in shock, “For the past week or so they’ve been wandering and apparently none of you have been doing anything to help them.”

“Ghosts don’t remember much from there past lives, so good job on all of you that knew, you left your partner or sibling lost and confused,” He dropped the book you’d written together on the table, “I did my best, they remember everything that's written down here. I couldn’t tell them much about what they forgot, because it’s not my place.

“If you guys want, I can keep talking to them, and doing my best, but incase you haven’t noticed I’m also the fucking president. I can’t spend all my time helping educate a ghost. They disappeared yesterday, after saying something about Karl and how they saw you fools yelling, so, this is in your court now.”

Shlatt turned a walked away, heading back towards Manburg.

With shaking hands Tommy took the book, reading aloud,

“Things I remember: Home, fire, Phil finding me, Wilbur never having seen a child before, Techno swearing he’d protect me, fire, Tommy trying to spar with me before he could walk right, Techno teaching me to fight, finding the SMP lands, L’manburg, fighting for independence, fire,

“the forests burning, seeing Nick for the first time, Babysitting Fundy, winning independence, Eret leaving, fire, destruction, L’manburg thriving, the sun, Tubbo and his bees, more people coming to the country, meeting Karl, finding Alex, when we got our act together and finally all started dating.

“Wil threatening Nick and nick not being scared, Techno threatening all of them and making them terrified. Pogtopia, the cavern The festival, the dunk tank, Techno almost crying, my boys, fire.”

He looked up at his brothers, “You knew they were back?”

“I was in shock,” Techno was staring at his boots, clearing his throat uncomfortably, “Y’know I swore I’d protect ‘em, but- I- I killed ‘em.”

Nick grabbed the book from Tommy, “We have to find them.”

~~

“Fundy can you turn the page for me please?”

The fox nodded, “Course (y/n).”

Most of the shock had worn off, and now he was mostly just happy to see you again, even going and finding an old photobook Wilbur had given him a while ago.

“Oh I remember this!” You pointed to a photo, it was taken a year after Phil had found you, “There was a big fire across the field, and while they were taking care of it I got scared and ran away, Techno found me in a tree.”

Fundy laughed, “3 year old you got in a tree by yourself?”

“Yeah, furball, I was in a tree when Philza found me too.” You chuckled.

“Hey Fundy, have you...” Niki burst in the door, tailing off as she saw you.

You waved “Hey Niki.”

“Uhh, Your brothers, and your partners are looking for you.”

You frowned, “Are they still my partners if I’m dead?”

Niki gave you a sad look, “Come on. Sapnap hasn’t seen you and he’s worried.”

“They all fought because of me, I’d rather stay here,” You looked out the door warily, “I don’t want to make things worse than they already are.”

“They need you (y/n), you brought them together.”

You drifted around Fundy and towards the door, “Making things worse isn’t something I want to do.”

You went through the door, past the group of people, making your form fade as much as possible so as not to be noticed, from there you wandered down to the docks, sitting on the edge to look over the channel.

“Phil sent a letter, said he’s devastated your gone, but overjoyed your still here.”

You looked up at Techno, “How’d you know I’d be down here?”  

“You always liked the water,” He chuckled, “Specially if there was a fire goin on somewhere else.”

“I don’t want to make things worse, if your here to take me back there.”

“I’m here to apologize. I know you don’t remember, but in case you do, I’m sorry, I had to do it.”

You laughed, “Your my big brother Tech, I doubt I’d be mad at you if I remembered.”

He smiled sadly, sitting down next to you, “Why do you think you’ll make things worse?”

You sighed, “Well when I first came back, I thought everyone was ignoring me. And when I found L’manburg again Karl and Nick and Alex were fighting about something I did, and then when Eret finally saw me Karl started crying, and then when I found you and Wilby you started crying and I just- I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

Techno looked at you, “If anything it’s our fault. All of this.”

“Techno, can we talk to (y/n)?”

You froze at Nick’s voice, but your brother was already moving, and Your partners were taking his place.

“(y/n/n), we’re sorry-”

“Stop,” You cut Alex off, “Whatever’s happening stop. You can’t apologize to me for shit I did that I can’t remember.”

“(y/n/n), we aren’t apologizing for that, that's not even your fault. We’re apologizing for fighting as soon as you were gone.” Nick said.

“Please come back with us. Don’t disappear,” Karl’s voice was barley a whisper, “We can help you remember.”

You bit your lip, sobbing, “I don’t want to make things hard on you guys. I didn’t even want to come back like this! Before I woke up again, it was just darkness, and it was horrible. but somehow staying there for eternity seems better than this.”

All three sets of arms passed through you, all of your boyfriends forgetting they couldn’t hold you, only making you cry harder.

~~

“I want to be resurrected.”

It had been a week and a half since the day at the docks. You hadn’t gone back with them, though you had continued hanging around Manburg, talking mainly to Shlatt, and by now you just wanted to go back to the normal you remembered.

“Resurrected?” Dream looked at you curiously.

“Yeah. I want to go back. If I can’t stay dead the normal way and I’m stuck here then I want it to be normal. I want to hug my boyfriends, and ruffle my little brothers hair!”

The man behind the mask merely cocked his head, “So why did you come to me?”

“You’re essentially a god in these lands. I figured you might know someone or someway for me to be resurrected,” The mask shifted and you could almost here the plan formulating in his mind, “And if it ends up failing I don’t want it to hurt anyone else.”

The man sighed, “It would be a very complicated process. It’s been what, three weeks since you died, what ever was left of your body is going to be- less than in good condition.”

“What was left?” You questioned.

“Oh, (y/n), didn’t they tell you?”  Had the mask been gone you would have seen the gleam of wickedness in his eyes, “You went off with a bang.”

~~

“You’re planning what?” Shlatt yelled, incredulous.

You’d told Shlatt about the plan for resurrections, seeing as he was one of the only one who really still talked to you, “I have to do it Shlatt! I can’t stay like this! I want things to be normal! I want-” Your voice grew small, “I want to take back what you took from me.”

Fear flashed in the horned mans eyes, “He told you.”

“Even you wouldn’t,” You said dejectedly, “I thought you were my friend.”

“I- I was your friend, At some points at least.”

He watched as you floated away, “I suppose we’ll see once I’m back.”

As soon as you were gone Shlatt was hurrying out of his office, “Quackity! Quackity, some shit is about to hit the fan! You better call the idiots in Pogtopia!”

It didn’t take long for him to assemble your brothers and partners, frantically telling them the situation, “Dream is up to something with this people! He obviously is doing some manipulation shit!”

“Why do you even care Shlatt?” Tommy asked, “Your the bitch who killed them, so why should you care if they come back?”

“Sorry that the one time I’m willing to look past shit you don’t trust me?” He groaned, pulling a bottle from his coat and taking a swig, “Sorry that I’m trying to help.”

“How would he even turn this against us?” Nick asked, “Resurrections isn’t something he can do, he’d put Bad in charge of that, and we all know that Bad wouldn’t corrupt someone.”

“It’s possible that they won’t remember anything, at all, and people who’ve forgotten are the easiest to manipulate.” Shlatt sighed.

“We have to help them.” Karl decided.

~~

Darkness, darkness, darkness.

You had finally found your way back to that dark abyss, though now it was filled with strange chanting.

It felt like you were bein dragged across the length of the universe, losing everything of your being along the way.

‘stop! stop stop stop! I want- I want to remember’ you begged the darkness.

The hell you found yourself in seemed to stretch, continuing for infinity, the darkness, called you, begging you to stay, to give up the last of your essence to it.

The chanting grew louder as you tried to scream, the sound lodged in a throat that no longer existed.

All at once you became nothing, and then you felt the weight of a thousand suns crushing you back down into a body.

~~ Your eyes flicked open, to a blinding white world.

“It worked! There awake!” You heard Bad yell.

You started to smile as you heard Alex yell, “Get the fuck away from them Dream, you can’t manipulate anyone else!”

You sat up, starting to look around, but still, you saw nothing but light, “Alex? Wh- It- why can’t I see?”

“They remember!”  you heard Karl rejoice.

“Why can’t I see?” You asked again, raising your hands to your eyes.

“(y/n) what do you mean?” Nick asked.

“I can’t see.” You said desperately, reaching out you felt your boyfriends wrapping there arms around you.

“I think I know how to fix it!” Bad yelled triumphantly.

Everything went black again.

~~

This time, your trip through hell was not as bad, though you seemed not to notice as your existence and identify was striped away again.

~~ Your eyes flicked open, the feeling returned to your body, and slowly you sat up, looking around at the odd group of people gathered around you, “Who are you?”

As soon as the world came out of your mouth a mousy haired man in a colorful sweater burst into tears, the man with the beanie next to him quickly pulling him into a hug.

“I- Who are you?”

“Do you not remember?”  

You shook your head, “Remember what?”

you turned to the pink haired man, “I know you don’t I? I swear- I- I know I know you. Why don’t I remember you?”

A demonic looking man quickly closed a book, “You guys should clear out. a third party might be better for this.”

~~ The man- Bad, had explained basics of things to you, who everyone who’d been in the room before, and the said that you would have to stay at his house in the Badlands for a few days.

The next day was better.

‘holy shit it worked!’ you thought, looking down at your arms, ‘I’m back’

Quietly you got out of the bed, rushing through the room and towards the stairs of Bad and Skeppy’s house, “Guys! Guys it worked! I’m alive again!”

You turned another corner to see you brothers, looking at you shocked, “(y/n)? You remember?”

You grinned, quickly pulling your brother into a hug, “It wasn’t your fault Techno! You didn’t mean to it’s okay!”

“(y/n/n)?”

You turned again, “Karl! Nicky! Alex!”

The next thing you knew you were in a pile on the ground, your boyfriends all hugging you tightly.

~~

They brought you home soon after, and from there you had good days and bad days.

There were days where you remembered it all, days where you found yourself lost and confused in an unknown house, and days where you could on recognize certain things around you.

Still, you were back with Nick and Karl and Alex, and you would make it through, together.

[fangirlfics]

Trouble Sleeping (Loki x reader)

I swear if this deletes for a third time Im gonna cry 

KINDA A SLOW BURN BOIS

also I didn’t finish reading it over for mistakes bc I’m lazy 

summary: y/n and Loki used to be very close friends and sometimes when she had bad nightmares he’d use his magic to calm her mind, a few years have passed and they’ve grown apart. Her nightmares come back and hesitantly she seeks Loki’s help again 

word count: 3,592 wahahahaha

y/n leaned over one of the balconies that overlooked the kingdom’s private garden. The weather was perfect, the temperature ideal, sky blue, and the plants were all thriving feet below her. Despite the scenery however y/n’s attention was fixated elsewhere. 

Down in the depths of the garden, propped up on one of the fancy golden benches was the youngest Asgardian prince-Loki. His dark raven hair was combed back as he turned to the next page in his novel, the cover matching the shade of green displayed on his clothes. y/n couldn’t help but sigh as she watched the handsome prince, they had once had an unbreakable bond. It was always Loki and y/n-best friends, one wouldn’t be seen without the other. But somewhere among their late teenage years, Loki had become more cold and distant towards y/n-leaving her alone in the giant halls of the castle to wander alone. That’s when her and Thor’s relationship grew stronger-she had always been friends with the God of Thunder but after her and Loki’s relationship crumbled to pieces he was there to cheer her up. 

“Oh there you are!” Thor’s voice boomed-pulling y/n from her daydream. y/n glanced once more at Loki before turning her attention to her tall friend. “I was looking for you!” He beamed. 

“What can I do for you, your highness?” y/n asked with a playful voice.

Thor smiled, putting his hands together before continuing, “I was hoping that you would join me and-” his words faded as he glanced down to the gardens and caught sight of Loki. y/n’s attention soon turned to the railing in front of her as she traced her fingers along it’s smooth surface. “You still watch him.” Thor told her, his normally enthusiastic voice was now dry and serious. “How long have you been thinking of him?”

y/n furrowed her eyebrows, playing with her fingers. “I never stopped.” She confessed, “I know it’s foolish but I can’t help it, I..miss him more than I can even begin to explain.”

Thor was silent as he watched the girl glance back down at the gardens then to the sky. “Let’s go...horseback riding.” He suggested, getting y/n attention. “To lift your spirits, we can go with Sif a-”

“No.“ y/n blurted out, “nobody else-I don’t want to embarrass myself again by falling off my horse.“

Thor chuckled, “nobody is going to think low of you-” he looked at y/n once more sensing her silent plea ”very well then, just us.” He agreed, making her smile.

“Thank you.” She laughed, giving him a hug. It caught Thor by surprise but he then loosely wrapped his arms around y/n in return. “Thank you for everything,” y/n whispered, “really, I don’t know what’d I’d do without you. I’m blessed to have a friend like you.”

“Of course.” 

Neither of the two friends noticed that down in the gardens Loki clenched his jaw, snapping his book shut and silently retreated to his room-they also didn’t notice the pair of blue eyes staring through the window at them, when they returned laughing on horseback. 

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 There was fire everywhere, thick black smoke made it impossible for her to breath. She was choking-desperate for air. She fell to the ground as the fire closed in quickly-it’s heat trapping her in the room. There was no hope, no help was coming and it was impossible to escape, with a loud crack the ceiling caved in leaving her trapped screaming out as the furious flames burned her alive. 

y/n woke up with a start, beads of sweat lined her forehead although her room was cool and she found that her hands were shaking. Realizing it was just a dream she lied back down, covering her face with her hands as she tried desperately to fall back asleep. She got no more sleep that night.

The same thing happened again in the coming days and three days later while in training, y/n who was running on less than four hours of sleep was doing rather well. In one quick movement she jumped up-kicking the sword right out of Fandral’s grip. 

“Very good!” Volstagg commented from across the room.

“Yes.” Fandral agreed, “show me that move and I’ll show you some of mine.” He winked.

“Just give me a time and place.” y/n responded playfully, earning a laugh. 

“Impressive.” Fandral commented at her response. (she normally responded to his joke flirting with an eye roll) 

“Yes impressive.” Loki commented from behind Fandral. “That y/n can apparently chase after two men at once.” He said this while staring casually at Thor. Sif went stiff inder the tension and Thor opened his mouth but y/n spoke first.

“I’m sorry?” 

“Well by the looks of it, you can’t seem to decide between Thor and-” 

“Brother that’s enough.” Thor warned, taking a step forward.

“I’m just putting out a warning, you do know what they say about these sort of things.” Loki remarked, not meeting her eyes.

“You know full well that I am not chasing after anyone.” y/n said, growing aggravated. 

“It sure seems that way.”He then opened the door to the room and left.

“You know what?” y/n responded, dropping her sword to the ground with a loud clang “I am tired of this.”

 “y/n I think it best if you ignore him.” Sif spoke up, “nobody is accusing you of anything, we all know you aren’t that sort of person-”

“Thank you Sif, but I am not taking this.“ y/n exited the room in pursuit of Loki, who was a few paces ahead of her walking calmly. 

“I don’t like being followed.“ He simply called out to her, because his room was only about a minute walk away from the training room he reached it fairly quickly.

“What is your problem?“ y/n asked him, putting her foot in between the door and it’s frame as Loki was about to shut it.

“I don’t have a problem, now if you’d excuse me I’d like you to leave me alone.“ 

 “Then leave me alone.” She huffed, “hold your silvertongue and stop acting as if you’re above me because you’re not.”

“Is that all?“ He asked her calmly, “you’re done with your childish tantrum?” 

“Oh you are so-“ y/n narrowed her eyes.

“So what?“ Loki asked with an eye roll.

“Terrible.“ y/n blurted, earning a cold laugh from the God of Mischief.

“So I’ve been told.“ He stated bored.

“No, I mean you’re really terrible and for so many reasons.”

“Such as?“  

“You want a list?“ y/n asked with a bitter laugh, “ok well you think you’re better than everyone and you’re not, you poke fun at other people because it’s amusing to you and-and everyone-I mean everyone thinks that you’re a snake, ever since we were younger, and I can’t believe I’m just now realizing that..they’re probably right.“ He swallowed hard furrowing his eyebrows, “you used to be my best friend Loki, I’d defend you from people’s accusations when you weren’t around and..I wasted my time because you are everything people say you are and worst.“ She saw the look in his eye, she hurt him-good now he understood how it felt. 

Loki glanced away-looking down at the girl again. “Is that all?” He asked, trying desperately to remain collected. y/n scoffed. “You may think you know me but I know you much more, don’t forget, I’ve been inside your head. People may think I’m a bad person but I can live with that, you on the other hand can’t stand the fact that someone might not like you, so much so that you’ll break down about it. You’re a weak fighter, you’re not as clever or as witty as you seem to think, and frankly I don’t understand the fascination Thor seems to have with you, you’re nothing special.”  

y/n pulled her foot from the doorway. What happened to us? She was about to cry and she did not want him seeing that. “Is that all?” She asked, reciting his previous question.

“Yes.“ He spat coldly. 

“Good.“ She turned to walk away as Loki stayed in his place trying to keep the impression that he didn’t care.

Late at night y/n tossed and turned in her bed, trying to fall asleep after waking up from a particularly realistic dream-she had thought that by laying still she’d trick her body into falling asleep but that didn’t happen. She knew that she had been able to power through the last few days with almost no sleep-but she’d certainly crash if she didn’t get any sleep soon. The thought of making a visit to Loki for help came to her mind, but she really didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she wanted/needed his help. Screw it. She thought after another couple of hours, her clock read 2:35 as she swung her legs over her bed and slipped on her slippers and robe. 

The halls were dark and empty except for the occasional guards, which she was careful to avoid (she didn’t want to raise any suspicion). Thank God her room was only a three minute walk from Loki’s. It was once she was already in front of Loki’s door that she started getting second thoughts, but she was there already and the worst that could happen was getting the door slammed in her face or no answer. She raised her cold knuckle, letting it hover over the door’s fine wood before knocking. “It’s y/n..” She announced barely above a whisper, “trust me I really don’t want to ask for your help but I see no other option an-”

The door opened a small crack. “you do realize what time it is, right?” Loki’s annoyed voice asked-he didn’t sound like he had just woken up, maybe he was having trouble sleeping also.

“I know.” At her response Loki opened the door wider, revealing himself in a pair of emerald colored pajamas. “Look I know-” at the sound of approaching footsteps (guards) Loki stepped aside, giving her a cue to get in. She did, turning to face him one he closed the door again-his back facing the door he put his hands on his hips.

“What do you want?”

“I can’t sleep.” She said sheepishly, “I just-I’m getting the same nightmares again and I thought that maybe just this once you could, you know..” She put hands up, wiggling her fingers to imitate magic.

Loki rolled his eyes, “first off that’s not at all how magic looks, second why should I help you?”

“Just this once!“ y/n practically begged, “please. I’ve have not been sleeping at all I just need one hour. I won’t make you sleep on my couch like I did when we were younger, you can just...alter my thoughts or something and I’ll leave and-” 

“Fine.“ Loki agreed, grumpily. He walked back over to his bed, getting in between the covers on the left side. “Well?“ He asked when she stared blankly at him. He rolled his eyes again, “Obviously if you go back to your room I won’t be able to sense when I have to alter your thoughts and you’ll just come back to make a racket when you have another nightmare.“ y/n nodded slowly, making her way to the right side of the bed. “Besides it’s a big bed, just stay on that side-away from me.” She laid down, hesitant at first as she tightened her robe around herself. Loki leaned over, placing a finger and thumb over her temples to enter her mind. 

When she woke up she was in the same exact position that she was in when she went to bed and Loki was standing directly above her looking annoyed once again. It was still dark outside as he looked down at her from where he stood. “It’s about time, I’ve been trying to wake you up for the last two minutes.”

“What time is it?“

“6:05..the castles about to start waking up, you should leave before more people get uo to avoid being seen.“ y/n nodded in agreement. 

“Ok“ she walked to his door, turning to watch as he laid back down in his bed. “And Loki..“

“What?“ He sighed.

“Thank you.“ She said softly, leaving the room right after. Loki was left surprised.

“Look I know I said just once-” y/n whispered that night outside of Loki’s door, it was past 2 a.m. again, but surprisingly Loki let her in again.

“The faster you stop pestering me, the better.“ Loki told her harshly. He had woken her up at 6 a.m. again like he had done the the last time. The time after that Loki woke her up at 7 and the time after that she had woken up past 8 to see Loki sitting in a chair some feet from her sharpening his knives-when she had asked him why he hadn’t woken her up he had simply reminded that he could just teleport her back to her room, that way nobody would know she had spent the night there.

Flash forward a month later, y/n tiptoed to Loki’s room in her nightgown again, the nights were getting hotter which had led to her to leave her robe behind. When she had reached Loki’s room she didn’t need to knock, since he now left it unlocked for her. 

Once she laid down on the right side of the bed (more towards the middle now rather than all the way on the edge) Loki laid down about a foot from her. They didn’t go to bed right then however, since they had formed a habit of talking before falling asleep. “Have you been sleeping better?” Loki asked the girl beside him.

“yes.” 

“Good...”

y/n rolled onto her side to face Loki, “Thank you again.” He nodded. “You know for someone who hates me, you’re actually quite kind to me.” The corner of Loki’s mouth folded up slightly,

“I don’t hate you...” He rolled over onto his side to face her, “but what I do hate-�� he then had explained the entire plot of a book just to express his hatred for one detail in it. 

y/n woke up in the middle of the night with a start, her nightmares had came back. As it turned out Loki wasn’t in the room but when he got back with a glass of water he noticed she was off right away. “I’m sorry.” He quickly apologized, sitting beside her, “I was just-I didn’t think-”   

“I know, it’s fine.“ y/n told him, but his hand was still on her shoulder and his blue eyes still held worry in them. “I’m just-I’m going back to bed...“ Loki nodded, watching as she laid down again. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?“ She nodded.

As she began drifting off she felt Loki take her hand in his. Later on in the night y/n woke up randomly, but she wasn’t facing Loki anymore-instead she was facing his dim window, she felt warm but not from the covers and to her surprise she realized that the prince’s arm was around her waist, keeping her close. Their legs were tangled mess at the bottom of the bed and she could hear his slow breathing as he slept peacefully. She looked around slowly, trying to figure out a way to move away to avoid the embarrassment when he wakes up-but just as she began to shift around she heard him speak up. “What time is it?” up. 

“Sorry...” She apologized growing red, “I don’t know how-“  

“It’s fine.“ She heard Loki whisper. 

“It is?“

“This is quite comfortable.“ He whispered again, then he moved slightly closer-resting his head on her shoulder and he fell asleep again-she assumed that he was half awake and didn’t fully process what had happened. She decided it didn’t matter and fell asleep again, after all he wasn’t wrong-it was comfortable.  

There was a loud noise that woke y/n right up, making her jump. Now she realized that she was facing Loki again, her arms were wrapped around his neck like in a hug, his head was nuzzled in the crook of her neck-their legs still a tangled mess. Bang! Bang! There it was again, she lifted her head, looking towards the door as it came again-bang! Bang! 

“Loki” She whispered, gently shaking his sleeping form. He ignored it, pulling her closer in response instead. “Loki, someone’s at the door.” She whispered, trying not to laugh. He sighed looking up towards his door.

“Just ignore it, they’ll go away it’s probably a servant or-”

“Loki!” Thor’s voice came from the other side of the door, “Loki, I know you’re in there! Open the door.” Loki rolled his eyes, standing up to make his way towards the door. 

He opened the door a few inches, “what do you want?” He hissed.

“I-” Thor paused, “are wearing your nightwear?”

“Why is that of any importance-what do you want?”

“er, Loki is there someone in there with you?“ Thor asked. 

y/n held her breath, afraid that somehow Thor would hear her from the doorway. “I-no!” Loki snapped, “What are you talking about?”

“Alright, alright I apologize. I’m here to ask if you have seen y/n? I’ve been searching for her, she’s normally turned up somewhere at this time it’s past 10.” 

“No I don’t know where she is, I haven’t seen her. Check the garden, she’s most likely wandering around there.“ He shut the door, turning back to y/n. 

“Past 10?“ y/n asked, covering her mouth, “I should’ve been awake two hours ago.” Loki shrugged. “Can you teleport me back to my room, I should go to the gardens since Thor’s looking for me.” Loki looked at the ground with an unfamiliar look in his eyes before nodding. “Thank you.”

The girl had spent more time with Thor training than she had expected that day, leading her to take an extra long shower at night to get clean. She hadn’t realized until she looked at her clock that it was past 10-normally she’d already be at Loki’s room by now. Quickly she dried her hair and changed into her nightwear. 

She was about to leave and opened her door and unexpectedly Loki was there with his hand raised looking like he was about to knock. They stared at each other for a moment before she spoke up, “Loki? What are you doing here?” 

He glanced to the side, not wanting to meet here eyes as she awaited his response, “I thought..” he said glancing at the ground before back to her, regaining his composure “that you-“

“Weren’t coming?“ She finished for him, he nodded.

“So I came to see if you were ok, I’ll leave.“

“Wait, no.“ She told him, grabbing his wrist and taking him by surprise, “I was just coming it was just taking me longer, but you can sleep here if you want since you’re already here...?” He nodded in agreement, stepping into her room.

He settled himself into the bed, opening his arms for her to crawl into which she quickly did. The two laid there for a moment, listening to the quietness as Loki slowly brushed through her hair with his fingers.      

“remember the other day when I said that you were terrible?“ y/n suddenly asked, getting Loki’s attention. He stopped running his fingers through her hair. 

“Yes, why do you ask?“ He responded cautiously. 

“I was just mad at you. I’m sorry.“

He took a moment to think to himself, “I didn’t mean what I said either."

“Can I ask you something?” y/n asked after a while later.

“What?”

“Why did you push me away?” She asked, shifting herself to meet his eyes.

Loki sighed-only it wasn’t from being aggravated this time. He backed up a few inches from y/n-staring straight up at the ceiling. “It’s because..”

“Because what?”

“I had noticed that you and Thor were becoming closer and decided to..abandon you before you did me. I thought it’d hurt less that way.”

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, everyone always seems to choose Thor over me, I just assumed you would, in time, do the same.“ He confessed, still not meeting her gaze. 

“Loki...“ she set her hand on his shoulder waiting for him to look at her. “I would never abandon you for Thor, sure Thor is my friend but so is Fandral, so is Volstagg, so is Sif and I’m not abandoning anyone for them.“

He nodded.

“And tonight..“ y/n spoke up again, “when you thought I wasn’t coming-“

“I assumed you wouldn’t need me anymore, especially after you had spent so much time with Thor.“

“Loki!“

“What?“

“Don’t be like that!“ y/n told him, sitting up, “I do need you! I’ll always need you, I need you don’ t doubt that, and not just because of stupid nightmares, because I care for you and I love you, ok?”

Loki smiled to himself, “you love me?“

“Yes you stupid-“ she stopped talking because Loki had leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss, taking no time to hesitate she leaned into him further deepening the kiss. After about a minute they pulled apart-resting their foreheads together. 

“I love you too.“

[spunkpunx]

Say You Love Me - Jimmy Darling

Plot: Reader is heartbroken when she hears Jimmy has lost his hands, but when they're replaced he decides to make up for lost time

Word count: 3105

Warnings: Smut, Smoking, Mild violence

The words hit me like a ton of bricks when Dell brought the news. Jimmy's hands were gone. My Jimmy's hands were gone. Taken. That no good piece of shit Richard Spencer and his lies. I couldn't believe Elsa had fallen for his bollocks, but I supposed that was his game. The rest of the freaks stood in shock.

"Oh no, not Jimmy!" Ima cried over dramatically. I felt my blood boil. My skin crawled as she wailed. I felt my ears burn up with my rage. She'd been here not five minutes and here she was, caterwauling over what they had done to him. I couldn't out loud admit what I felt about Jimmy, but I sure as hell could let it be known how I felt about her. I ran at her and swung one hard punch to the side of her head. The force did not knock her over, but the shock certainly did. 

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I spat out the words repeatedly as I continued to hit her face and chest once she had fallen. I felt my eyes prick as I screamed at her, before Paul and Eve pulled me away. The second the anger cleared I collapsed in tears. Penny came over to me as Eve followed Dell out the tent. She held me tight as I sobbed into her chest. Ima was taken out the tent, bloodied and bruised and sniveling. I lifted my head only to spit in her direction.

"Shh, shh," Penny cooed, stroking my hair. 

"What have they done to him?" I whimpered, my voice coming out far more feeble and cracked then I had ever heard it. "How's he going to survive in there without his hands?"

"I don't know," Penny told me, honestly. "I'm sure he'll find a way."

She took me back to my caravan and I poured myself a drink. I pulled an ashtray out the cupboard and lit a cigarette.

"You don't have to watch over me Penny. I'm sure you probably best go check on your man."

"I don't want to leave you like this," she admitted, sat delicately on the edge of my bed. She was still so beautiful, despite the lizard tattoo, and so kind as well. I couldn't bear to be around anyone at the minute though.

"I'll be fine," I told her softly, but when she didn't move I snapped at her. "Piss off! I don't want you here!" I hadn't meant to be so harsh, but she gathered herself up and left. I knocked back my drink in one. It burned my eyes and stung my throat but I hoped for my own sake it would help me sleep.

I went through more alcohol and more cigarettes. My ashtray overflowed. My head was spinning as I reached toward the bottom of the bottle. With my head heavy I fell over into my bed and pulled the covers round myself, only bothering to clumsily remove my shoes before shutting my eyes tight and trying to forget my thoughts. I lay there, my mind playing a reel of horrors of what could have happened to Jimmy. I pictured him beaten in a jail cell, battered to death like Meep was, or sat in despair at his own situation. I knew he couldn't have killed those women, even if he didn't, because he was here in this caravan when it happened. I knotted my fingers into my hair, reeling drunk. I was just as bad as he had been. 

I eventually passed out, but kept waking, sweaty and restless after nightmares. At one point my stomach turned and I chugged up my guts off the side of my bed. I rolled back over after that and caught half an hours rest before I woke again. The night went on like that until the sun rose and Eve came in to get me up. 

"Oh sweetheart," she muttered upon seeing my sorry state. She delicately picked her way to the bed past the vomit and brought me out of bed to go sit on the seat I had. I blubbered pathetically while she tossed a towel over my mess and brought me a glass of water. I was still slightly drunk, but tried to be as co-operative as possible. Eve sat next to me, pulling me in for a hug while I continued to feel like a maudlin burden on her. She took me over to have breakfast with the others, and I hiccuped my way through some bread and butter, as everyone threw pitiful stares my way. I began to sober up. 

"I'm sorry, Eve. I'm sorry I'm so useless."

"Don't be silly, come with me," she directed, taking my hand and leading me away from the show ground. As we walked further away I wiped my eyes with my sleeve.

"It's awful nice of you to try cheer me up but I'd rather not go anywhere," I told Eve, following her through the undergrowth. We passed the spot where Ethel had ended her life, which brought back more memories of how Jimmy had been after she passed. My eyes welled, but I tried hard to keep it suppressed. I didn't want anyone to think I was being such a pathetic mess over Jimmy Darling. I didn't want to be another of the freaks that he's fucked and now loves him.

"It's Elsa who said you ought to come here," Eve explained. It was probably her plan to distract me from my wallowing, or punish me for what I did to Ima. I expected hard labour ahead of me.  We reached a small barn with the doors locked. Eve produced a key, unlocking the chains. "Now listen. Elsa says its your job to look after him," she instructed pulling the door open to let me see inside. It took me a minute to realise there was a bed, a bed and a familiar face. 

"Jimmy!" I gasped, rushing to his side. I burst into tears again, this time from pure relief. "Oh baby your hands!" 

By his side lay two bloodied stumps wrapped in bandage. His eyes filled with tears when he looked at me. 

"Princess I haven't ever seen you cry before," he told me lightheartedly, but his voice cracked and he wept. I placed my hand on his face and he leaned into my touch as I wiped his tear with my thumb. I turned back to give Eve a thank you but she had left. I turned to Jimmy. 

"I thought you were gonna be gone forever," I told him, sniffling. 

"Me too baby." I bent down and pressed my lips down against his. We shared a salty kiss. I felt him flinch hard and cut off the kiss when he lifted his arm hold me. He immediately broke down in tears again. "I'm never going to be able to hold you again," he whimpered, and I sensed that there was certainly more to it than that. It stung to see him in such a sorry state.

"Oh Jimmy don't upset yourself," I tried to comfort him. "I have to change your bandages. Okay?" He shook his head. "I let you do it for me," I reminded him.

"Well you have no fucking idea how much it hurts," he snapped. I understood his frustration, but I couldn't help but pull away, hurt. His eyes softened. "I'm sorry (y/n), I just... I just don't know what I'm gonna do."

"Hold, still." I ran my hand down his arm slowly until I reached the bandage trying to cause minimum pain. I unwrapped it slowly, Jimmy putting on a brave face. As I pulled the bloodied part away from his wound he flinched and gritted his teeth. "This is really gonna sting," I warned as I poured alcohol onto cotton to clean his injury. He bit down on his pillow and nodded for me to go ahead. I wiped it as gently as I could and tried to ignore his muffled howl. "I'm sorry." He let the pillow from his teeth.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, doll," he assured, breathless from pain. I took his stump in my hands, wrapping it in bandage.

"I tried to tell the police it wasn't you, but they wouldn't listen."

"It might have been me, I was there, I was blind drunk."

"It wasn't, Jimmy. You were in my caravan. You said you loved me."

"I do." He looked at me sincerely. I avoided his eye, focusing my attention back to binding up his arm.

"You don't Jimmy, you love Maggie, you only wanted me because you were scared she might leave you and you thought I wouldn't." I sighed. 

"That's not true, I kept coming back because I love you." Tears pricked my eyes again. He probably thought Maggie had left and was settling for me. I tied off the bandage and he raised his arm up to my face, sucking in his breath sharply as his stump brushed my cheek. "And you love me too."

"No, I don't," I lied. He watched me, his stare breaking me apart like it always had.

"Paul came by before you. I haven't seen you cry once before, (y/n), but he said you have been tearful all morning. He also told me about Ima," he teased, smugly. I didn't know it was possible to sound both so weak and so smug at the same time. 

"I was worried, it doesn't mean-" 

"Please just tell me it does. Just tell me you love me, it's all I ever wanted to hear." I let out a breath I never realised I was holding.

"I love you, Jimmy Darling." He smiled at me. I reached into my jacket pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before taking a few draws. I put it between his lips for him so he could take a puff. 

"Look at me," he complained. "Can't even hold my own cigarette."

"Hush now Jimmy. Things will take time," I reassured him, to little effect. We shared the rest of the cigarette and I moved round to change the bandage on the other side. Jimmy didn't speak until I'd finished and stood up to leave.

"Thank you, (y/n)," he said sincerely. I went back to his bedside, leaned down a pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

"I'll be here to change your bandages again tomorrow,"  I told him softly.

Although Elsa had not left, she had still sold the show to Chester, who although had a definite screw loose, seemed harmless enough. He was bright, chirpy and certainly not bossy. His odd qualities only came from the wooden ventriloquist doll he was so attached to. The twins seemed quite smitten with him, and, if I didn't know any better, I'd say they were screwing him. 

I was civil with Maggie after her trickery, especially knowing how difficult the world could be, but Jimmy had far from forgiven her. This was a hard situation to negotiate. She had asked about him, and I knew she cared, but Jimmy was set in his hatred of her. It was hard to sympathise with a woman who had been part in a scheme resulting in the death of Ma Petite and the loss of Jimmy's hands. For the most part I told the truth. Jimmy was not going to soften any time soon.

I apologised to Ima too, hard as it was. She didn't really take my apology, but it hardly bothered me. It was mainly for the sake of the others, and to keep the peace. 

That night, Dell was shot. He, it turned out, had been the one to kill Ma Petite. I felt bad for his death. As shitty as his actions were, I always felt he was trying his hardest for a better life. Still, killing another freak was unforgivable, and Ma Petite was innocence itself. It was my job to deliver the news to Jimmy, which was horrible.

"He was my father!" 

"I know Jimmy! I'm sorry!"

"Don't you dare start apologising for those murderers, (y/n)!"

"Jimmy he killed Ma Petite!" I ended up snapping. "He killed an innocent and he paid the price." Jimmy broke down into tears again, and I ended up wrapping my arms around him.

"I'm losing everything."

"Come on, baby. It hurts to see you cry so much," I mumbled into his neck. He sobbed into my shoulder.

"Don't ever leave me (y/n). Don't ever break my heart.”

The day Jimmy's hands were ready was the happiest I had seen him in months. I came into the barn again to see him, when I spotted him sat on the bed. The moment he saw me he stood up and rushed toward me. I opened my arms to him and he caught me in his grasp, lifting me off my toes. He kissed me, properly. His dark eyes seemed full of hope. I took his arms from around me and held one of his new hands in mine. Mr. Dolcefino had created perfect wooden hands, still with Jimmy's finger shapes. They were works of art.

"They're beautiful, baby," I told him, smiling.

"They ain't half as functional as they were, but my hands have never looked so good."

"Your hands always looked good." I kissed him again, harder this time. He pulled me flush against him.

"It kills me I can't touch you the same baby," he told me, running his wrists down my side in place of his hands.

"I don't care, Jimmy. I love you," I said, and it was the first time I'd said it since he asked me to. He pulled me in again for another kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth and pushing the backs of my knees against the bed. "Easy tiger," I teased.

"I haven't held you in so long (y/n)," he replied, pushing himself even closer to me, my body flush with his own. I felt him, hard against my thigh. I kissed him again, hard, and let him push me onto the bed, his own weight on top of mine. He began to nip at my neck, and I sighed contentedly. He went to cup my breast with his hand, but came short when he realised his hands could not move the same, could not feel. "Baby, I'm sorry," he apologised, sitting up on his knees and pulling away. I sat up with him and put my hands around his neck, fiddling with the hair at its nape.

"You aren't giving up that easy are you?" I jibed. "After all, you have a mouth in perfect working order." He grinned at me, pulling me into another hungry kiss. He nibbled down my neck again.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to undress yourself, doll." I did as instructed, pulling my jumper over my head while Jimmy watched. He returned to kissing my collarbone as I undid my bra. His kisses travelled over my breasts, wooden hand against my side. He kissed along my chest, eventually moving to take one of my nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it as I sighed. He bit down on it and I yelped, scolding him lightly by giving him a little slap on the arm. He grinned again at my reaction, before kissing his way down my sternum. He stopped for a second, giving me an opportunity to pull my trousers off for him. I went to pull my underwear down but he stopped me, instead using his teeth to pull them down and bringing them the rest of the way with his prosthetic. I laughed at his actions, until he buried his face into my heat, licking over my clit again and again. I felt myself get quickly wetter as he flicked his tongue up my slit. His attention went back to my clit, circling it as I dug my fingers into his hair, pulling at it and moaning as I did. I felt my cheeks flush when he came back up the bed to kiss me again, my taste still on his lips. "I'm feeling a little uncomfortable in these pants, do you think you can help doll?" he asked. I happily obliged.

"Of course baby." I pulled his shirt of his shoulders slowly, the removed his vest, taking my time to run my hands all across his chest and take it all in again. I ran my hand over his stomach and reached to palm him through his trousers. He groaned and closed his eyes. Then I took off the trousers, getting him to sit up in order to help me. I could see the shame in his eyes so as soon as they were off I kissed him hard and put my hands into his pants, stroking his cock. He let out the most delicious moan into the kiss. After a minute of this we were both desperate for it so I bit his earlobe and pulled his cock out of his pants, guiding it to the right place. He pushed into me slowly.

"Fuck," he swore, before capturing my mouth with his and thrusting again. I let out another moan into his mouth as he bit down hard on my lip. He pressed wet kisses into my neck, speeding up his thrusts with considerable lack of control. It had been a while since we had sex, so the desperation in his movements was very apparent. He let out the most beautiful gasps and moans, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers into his hair as he continued to nip and suck at my collarbone. I tugged at his brown curls and he groaned breathily. He recaptured my lips in his own and I let out a moan as he pushed deeper into me.

"Jimmy," I panted into his ear, before pulling on his earlobe with my teeth. He let out what was almost a growl and fucked me even harder. I felt myself drawing closer to finishing and let out a desperate string of swears.

“Come on, baby doll, fuckin finish for me,” Jimmy murmured deeply, kissing along my jaw and neck before biting down on my collarbone. I let out a gasp as I felt a wave of pleasure over me, clenching around him and digging my nails into his back. He kept going, his thrusts sloppy, coaxing me through my orgasm until a faltering moan fell from his lips and he pulled out, spilling his load onto my stomach. He lay on top of me, spent, and I pulled my fingers through his hair, running my nails against his scalp.

“You really love me?” I asked, as his hot breath brushed my neck. Before he answered he pressed soft kisses against my shoulder.

“Of course I do, doll face.”