#And then Darken over here when I get a cool new friend just like:

[unfunnyaceartist]

Vent post ahead that may change your view on me and that may sound dramatic (NOT DIRECTED AT ANYONE, THIS IS JUST IN GENERAL) Mostly just to get out my feelings. I only ask that if you look, to be kind and understanding and patient. Also the tags are silly and id appreciate if you read em. id appreciate if you didnt ask me anything on it

I feel toxic sometimes because i can get so jealous i borderline gatekeep things and I always feel so bad because its never intentional but then I end up hating myself because I know its unhealthy and irrational but I cant help it, and I know im so lucky and have a lot in many senses of the word, but at times it feels like they can be taking everything, because when I like someone or something, they tend to matter a fuck-ton to me. Im sorry to anyone ive lashed out at a bit for them wanting what I have, I really am. Its not coming from a place of hostility, rather a place of trauma responses and hyperfixation that stem from my adhd and autism but like when I try something and it goes great, and then someone else is like "OOH thats awesome I wanna do that too" It feels almost like when Im finally happy or excited or proud to have something, someone comes and takes it. Usually Ill play it off as a joke, but in reality, its complete honesty that im trying to soften so I dont upset anyone, especially when its over fiction or a person, because I do NOT own them and I know that, but it bothers me when someone swoops in to do the exact same things or even one-up especially when its really soon after me, and since my self worth is already abysmal, it just makes me feel worse, like I should be lucky to have what I do to begin with, but I feel the need to hold it close to me and protect it so I dont lose things that make me really happy.

Recently Ive even started reverse gatekeeping in response to others, where ill just tell myself I cant or dont deserve to have anything special because I'm not, and only others can enjoy this. But thats why people making me ship content makes me so happy. Its dumb to get jealous over others selfshipping with a character I like. Its dumb to get upset over someone I know copying or taking heavy inspiration from one of my ideas. Its dumb to get possessive over someone else trying to befriend my new awesome friends or wife/wives. I rarely selfship anymore due to my reverse gatekeeping and instead serve the others who simp or enjoy content. I provide since I feel I cant take. It makes me happy and distracts me. But the moment someone else does something similar to what is my toxic coping mechanism for my toxic coping mechanism, it only hurts worse. Thats why sometimes, for example, I get a bit snappy when someone else provides gummybunny (that and also shipping jealousy sometimes). Thats why I get snappy when I make a friend someone else super cool and then another person comes in and wants to befriend them (No darken, this wasnt directed at you, its happened more than once with more than one person but I know how you tend to assume). I LOVE giving but I hate sharing, because all my life whenever I shared, I lost something.

Introduce a friend to a friend? They leave me behind for eachother. Let someone wear my fitbit because they wanted to feel "rich"? It got stolen. Give money to someone in a "rough spot" who promised to repay me somehow? Never saw them again. I was always so trusting and understanding, and I always made excuses for others. Always so naive and gullible. So much so, in fact, that in elementary I kept letting my bullies pretend to be my friends when they claimed they changed, and let them destroy any ounce of worth I had whatsoever. Things that make me happy I CHERISH because of all the things ive lost and all my experiences. Ive never been hit, not once, but the abuse all my life came emotionally and mentally, and I only recently realized through therapy. Now its hard to trust people in certain situations. Sorry for my probably hard to follow and melodramatic rant.

sorry im dumb haha

#tw vent #By the time I finished writing the post I was no longer a mess about it but im still gonna post it #I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF I SEE ANYONE APOLOGIZING FOR MY OWN ISSUES IM GONNA BE PISSED #yall read all the tags its beneficial lol #Ngl SOME of this jealousy hits hardest with Gummy #because Ill FINALLY get fed some simp food for myself #and then yk #theyll kinda show up and ask to receive the same stuff #or act jealous #gummy #babe I love you #BUT DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE YOU HAVE FEEDING YOU GUMMYBUNNY CONSTANTLY???? #Like mine is rare and far between #and I dont draw much selfship unlike you #LET ME HAVE SOME THINGS DAMMIT #And then Darken over here when I get a cool new friend just like: #... is for me? 🥺👉👈 #/nm for both things #im the embodiment of envy and greed arent I... #I hate upsetting people #I just keep it to myself and internalize my emotions mostly #haha now you guys know how possessive and jealous I am #its giving yandere 🥰💅✨🗣💃🕺😍😘😼🤠🤭😇🙄🤩😜😝🤑🧐😈 #i regret my life choices right about now

[navybrat817]

Around Your Throat

Pairing: Vampire Mob!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!Female Reader Summary: Bucky has the perfect accessory to go around your throat. Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: E/xplicit s/exual content, f/ingering, b/iting, p/ossessive behavior, b/lood, feel (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics , Moodboard - yours truly A/N: Set before Lay Me Down, we're visiting our vampire to kick off Hot Bucky Summer challenge hosted by @buckybarnesevents! Theme - "What should I wear?" ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You stood in front of the full length mirror, a frown on your face as you looked over yourself. The black and gold gown you wore was beautiful, the v-neckline and fitted bodice drawing attention to your chest. Bucky had it designed for you, with your approval. He wanted only the best for his bride-to-be.

The fact that he had a matching suit almost put a smile on your face.

But you couldn’t figure out why you weren’t happy with your look. You thought for a moment that the dress was too much for a dinner, especially since you would be one of the only people at the table eating an actual meal. As Bucky’s future mate and your father’s daughter, however, it was the expectation that you’d look your best.

At least I won't have to create an illusion since I'll be amongst Bucky’s friends for the evening.

“I'm not sure about this,” you told your fiancé since he insisted on being in the room as you got ready, admiring your side profile with a sigh. "Should I change into something else?"

"Why would you change when you look good enough to eat?"

You spun around to face him, your breath catching when he stood from his chair and straightened his tie. He slicked his hair back for the evening and you longed to run your fingers through it to make a mess of it. This man managed to steal your heart and he would be the reason you took your last breath.

He was both your ending and your new beginning.

"Just what every girl wants to hear when she goes to feast with vampires," you teased, turning back to the mirror.

"If you sensed something was wrong, we wouldn't attend," he pointed out. He wouldn't risk your safety. He assured your father of that. "Should I tell Steve to play host while we skip it?"

"No, my love, because nothing is wrong," you assured him. You trusted his friends and the only gut feeling you sensed was that your evening would end happily. You looked forward to it.

"Then what's the matter?" he asked as he crossed the room and placed his hands on your hips. Though you couldn't see his reflection in the mirror, you imagined his blue eyes either darkened or glowed at the sight of you. Both stares always set the blood on fire in your veins. “Do you not like the dress? Should I rip it to shreds?”

“Don’t you dare,” you answered, narrowing your eyes when he chuckled. “I love this dress.”

“If you won’t let me tear this gown from your body, at least let me lift the skirt and bury myself in your pussy again,” he said, making you gasp when his cool lips brushed the shell of your ear. Your core throbbed at the idea, tempted to let him bend you over in front of the mirror as he took you apart. Once he turned you, you wouldn’t see your reflection ever again. “And if you love it, why have you stood here for the last two minutes, spinning and frowning at every angle?”

“As much as I’d love for you to ravage me, I don’t think we have time,” you said, gesturing to yourself. “And something’s missing. I can’t figure out what.”

Bucky hummed, gripping your chin to turn your head toward him. “I can get you off quickly," he said, which was true. "And you're missing an accessory. You need something around your throat.”

“Of course,” you smiled softly. Such a simple solution to a ridiculous problem. “What should I wear?"

He moved his hand to your neck before you could go to the armoire, making you moan when his fingers tightened. “I have something perfect in mind.”

“As much as I love this type of necklace,” you said, wetting your lips with your tongue. “I can’t go the whole meal with your hand around my throat.”

Bucky chuckled again, spinning you and pinning your back against the mirror with lightning speed. You trembled when his eyes began to glow, your blood rushing through your veins at the sight of his fangs. The mix of pain and pleasure whenever they pierced your skin brought you to a euphoric state. It was no wonder some begged to become a blood mistress or paramour.

You were lucky enough that you would belong to Bucky forever.

“And just because I can’t ravage you with my cock right this second doesn’t mean I can go through an entire meal without having a taste,” he whispered, pushing the skirt up so his cold hand could slide up your inner thigh. No tights and no underwear so he could have access to what belonged to him. His rule for the evening. “I need your blood and your cunt so I can behave myself."

“You better satisfy your craving then,” you whispered, knowing he’d want more before the sun came up. "And we'll see how well you actually behave."

Vampires had no shame when it came to sex or anyone who witnessed it.

Your wet, warm folds welcomed the cool feel of Bucky's expert touch. Before you could grip his arms, he pinned your hands above your head. His strength turned you on more, which you didn’t know was possible. You were almost in a constant state of arousal around him. “You'll beg for my cock long before you finish dinner,” he whispered against your lips, teasing your entrance as he kissed down the pulse in your neck. “Don't fucking move."

“Yes, sir,” you breathed, closing your eyes to brace yourself for what was coming.

Which would be you coming all over his fingers.

“Mine,” he growled, drawing a cry from you as he sank his fangs into your soft skin and slid two fingers inside your wet walls. You did your best to keep still as he slowly thrust and moaned against your neck. A submissive position he put you in to assert his power, yet you didn't feel weak. Even as he took your life essence and pleasure as his own he empowered you.

Because in return, you’d get every part of James Buchanan Barnes.

“Please, Bucky,” you begged when his thumb toyed with your clit. You wanted to grind your hips down, but he told you to stay still. If you had more time, you would've pushed to see what kind of punishment he'd dish out. But you knew he wanted to get you off quickly, like he said he could. "Please."

“So needy, darling. One of the things I love about you,” he said when he stopped drinking, blood running from your neck down your collarbone and chest as his fingers curled. He pulled back so you could see the red fluid around his lips. The feral look in his eyes as he licked them clean, your head spinning as you teetered on the edge. “Come for me.”

Your body seized up as you gushed around his fingers, your moan of ecstasy lost as he covered your mouth with his. You tasted your blood on his tongue as helped you ride out your orgasm. Days from now you would know the taste of him. Pleasure, eternity, love.

Your new life.

It took a moment for you to realize you were no longer against the mirror as you recovered. Bucky moved you to the bed to rest for a moment and catch your breath. the pinpricks in your neck closed and your dress straightened out. “Thank you for letting me have a taste,” he said, sucking his fingers into his mouth. “Didn’t think anything could make your blood sweeter, but your pussy does the trick.”

“Best combination,” you smiled.

“My favorite,” he agreed, helping you stand once your head stopped spinning. Lust still lingered in his gaze, but you couldn't ignore the concern that shone through. "Are you okay? I didn't take too much?"

"I'm okay," you assured him. He never wanted to lose control and take more than what he needed. No matter what, you were his number one priority. "And you won't have to worry once I you turn me."

"I'll still worry," he whispered. Loving you meant having something to lose. It also meant he had something worth living for. "One more thing before we go."

You smiled when he held up an onyx pendant surrounded by diamonds, like he pulled it out of thin air. Perfect to go with your dress. "It's beautiful," you said, allowing him to put it around your neck. "How did you manage to hide that from me?"

His fingers traced the delicate, gold chain as he smiled. "Because you aren't psychic, but you get feelings. Which is probably why you felt off when you looked in the mirror. You were waiting for me to give you this."

"It's like you know my gifts better than I do," you smiled, touching the pendant before you noticed there was still blood on your neck. "I should clean myself up."

"No," he said firmly, pulling you to his chest. You suspected his heart would race only for you if it could still beat. "You'll wear my mark with the necklace I gave you and your blood on your skin. You're going to be my wife and my mate. I want everyone to see that you belong to me and that there's no shame in my want for you."

You'd wear every brand and claim of his with pride.

"This won't show them that?" you asked, holding up your hand with your engagement ring.

"Vampires don't look at hands," he said, taking yours and kissing it. "They look at throats. And anyone who sees yours will know you're mine."

And I will be until the end of time.

"And when you turn me?" you asked, brushing your hand along his cheek. "Will I get to leave my mark on you and show everyone you're mine, too?"

"You can make an entire path of bites around my throat if that's what you desire," he offered, his icy hand covering yours. "I'll wear them proudly."

Bucky loved with his entire being. Not only were you strong and willing enough to accept it, you'd give him the same love in return. You would always be in each other's care.

My eternal partner.

"I might take you up on that," you smiled, feeling how hard he was through the fabric of his pants. Tempted to drop to your knees and return the favor, you asked, "Do we have time for me to take care of you?"

"We're already running late," he said, giving you a gentle kiss. "But maybe you can keep my cock warm at the table. No one will mind."

"I thought you were going to behave at dinner if you had a taste," you said, your walls clenching with the need to surround him, like he hadn't brought you to orgasm moments before.

"I will behave," he said innocently, but his eyes flashed as he showed his fangs again. "But we'll see how long you last before you try to ride me in front of everyone."

"Well, you did say I'd beg for your cock before I finished dinner."

And you suspected his hand, the necklace, and your blood would be the only things you wore around your neck once he took you to bed for the night.

Who wouldn't want an eternity with Bucky? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[dhampling]

sunburn dadstarion, <1k

She runs in with cheeks flushed, head wet with a thin clad layer of sweat. Remnants from some form of cool treat dry on her chin. Plaits - neat this morning - loose now with tangles and damp as she beelines straight for his workroom. 

Face scalding as she buries it in his abdomen. 

“You’re getting muck on my shirt, little one.”

She mimics his words with a cutting tone as she burrows deeper, wraps even tighter around him. Smells like cloves and hot paving and the dry-sweet musk of city dust. As he presses a kiss to her head he feels the sun lingering in her hair. Little white cowlicks brushing his nose.

If he stills he can hear you out on one of the cast-iron chairs with a glass of red in hand, talking to a friend of some parental variety in the early evening heat. 

“You’re so cold” 

His heat comes from woodsmoke and yours from the sun. Both familiar to her. He could light a fire but you’d moan at him for it.

“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

He pokes at her clammy arms with a fat laugh and she winces away, pulling a face.

“It’s hot.” She sneers. He quirks a brow.

“Sounds like a you problem.’

He lifts the last of her plaits and looks round at the ruddy blush beginning to bloom at the nape of her neck. She squirms at the ice of his fingers.

‘Run up to the washroom and get the cream. Quick.” 

You sit just beyond the window - he can hear your laughter, the muffled lilt of your voice by the climbing ivy. He imagines the ornate carafe - left to aerate all afternoon - rich and ripe as the wine within soaks on your tongue and darkens your teeth. Your loving grin. The little wave you’d do; the light clothes he’d spent all winter designing for you to sit out front and feel comfortable in, in spite of the sweltering sun. 

To throw a casual look through open shutters and see you out there again. A wink. A little sign that he’s thinking of you. 

Maybe he’ll head out, when the stars are newly minted yet the sun still lingers. Feel the iron sear his skin through his clothes. The warmth of your palm as it wraps around his forearm. 

It’s not until the youngling returns that his gaze shifts from the dark to her, a tired furrow on her brow. 

“I’m too hot.”

Her mouth hangs open in a wide pant. Astarion kneels before her.

“Have you had any water?’

No.

‘Right then.”

-

Hours pass and you shuffle back in with a thick-knotted shawl draped lazy over your shoulders, the singe of a giggle still whisper-light in your breath as your friend shouts their farewells.

“She burned today, you know.” 

He’s quiet as he stitches, merely an observation; thread between teeth. You sigh fondly in the doorway.

“She’s a child. It’s what children do.”

You bring your warm chalice to his mouth and he lifts his head to take a sip, humming softly. He looks up at you with a raised brow. 

“Get burned?”

“You morose bastard. Sun-burn. Children get sunburned.”

She’s lounging on his worn chaise, hair wrapped in towel, with a small bowl of plums at her side and a drawing pad atop her knee. Contented in new pyjamas and the cool dim of her father’s workroom.

The cream has seemingly worked. The cool bath you heard her splash about in not so long ago must’ve been some clever placebo work.

“Found some pretty beetles today, but wasn’t allowed to bring them in.” She speaks as usual with Astarion’s theatrical whine, riddled with fatigue. You roll your eyes affectionately.

“What were they like, darling?”

He’s preoccupied, stitching something small in the gilded embroidery he works at; but there’s the persistent glimmer of interest in his tone. The slightest tilt of his head as his eyes find her in the periphery.

“Really pretty. Different colours. All pinky and greeny.” She waggles her fingers and sighs with a start.

“Draw them for me?”

She looks at him warily as you watch on.

“Will you keep it if I do?”

At that, Astarion stops. A gentle halt. The needle and thread in hand gently tucked into the stitchwork. 

“I keep everything you do.”

You scoff. She looks at him with a tiny glare.

“Where is it then?”

“What?”

“All my drawings?”

“It’s where are they, darling.’ He chides, the smallest chit of his fangs.

You move to sit and your daughter lifts her head from the chaise, so it rests on your settled lap when dropped once more. The hint of a grin plays at his mouth.

‘And I keep them somewhere safe so when you’re old - like me - you’ll be able to look back on you now. You’ll be able to remember the beetles.’

He shuffles over to where you both sit, cross legged as he rests his chin on the chaise. Brings the back of a hand to her forehead and swears a sizzle as he pulls away.

‘Plus. I can’t see these beetles now, can I? My sunburn gets a fair bit more serious than yours in nature. I’d like to see them.” 

She pauses for a moment.

“Okay. But ONLY because you can’t go and see them for yourself.”

#my writing #dadstarion #baldurs gate astarion #astarion baldurs gate #astarion ancunin #astarion #astarion x reader #bg3

[hotxcheeto]

Can you do Ellie x fem!reader who are best friends, but Ellie can’t stop eyeing the reader when they took a day off from patrol to hang out with each other?

Something really fluffy but also with smut.

Thank you! Love your writing! <3

━ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐃𝐎

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams  x Fem!Reader 

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, AFAB reader fluff, pet names ( ellie calling reader pretty ), fingering ( r! receiving ), mentions of a movie sex scene, dirty jokes, finger sucking, kissing, top!ellie, bottom!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - sorry this took so long! hope you enjoy lovely and thank you so much for enjoying my writing!

REBLOGS ARE EXTREMELY APPRECIATED

"Morning." Ellie could see the sleep in your eyes still, rubbing one with your hand while staring at her with a thousand yard gaze.

Softly, you muttered something in response, hands falling to your sides as Ellie walked over to you with a smile.

"How much did you sleep last night?" "I was too excited for our sleepover." You didn't answer the question though, yawning big and wide before hugging her torso and burying your face in her cream colored shirt. "So... not at all." "A little bit."

"You're taking a nap with me when we get back." "M'kay." Ellie patted your head and then pushed you back slightly much to your dismay.

"Here. Seth's wife made them fresh." She handed you a granola bar wrapped slightly in white napkin. "Really?" You asked excitedly, taking it from her with a little cheer. "Yeah." "How early did you have to get up to get it?"

This time Ellie was the one who didn't answer the question, shrugging and turning to the stable which Shimmer was stood in. Grabbing her reigns and pulling her out.

"You riding with me?" You shook your head. "Star hasn't gotten enough exercise lately. She needs her workout Ellie." You spoke seriously making her laugh, guiding Shimmer to the gate while you followed after her.

"When'd you get those shorts?" You glanced down at your outfit while Ellie climbed up onto Shimmer, a smile soon appearing on your lips. "Dina gave them to me. Do you like them?" You did a little twirl for her, the way her eyes darkened and fixated on you when unnoticed though. Laughing as you climbed up onto Star.

"They look good." "You can borrow them, but after years of knowing you, I'm not sure that you're a short shorts fan." You giggled. "But people change." You added.

Ellie scoffed as you began to outright laugh to yourself. "Yeah... not my style. Thanks for the offer."

"When we have our sleepover can we watch that new scary movie that you found?" You asked as you both exited Jackson into the cool summer wasteland, the mountains beginning to reflect the light of the sunrise peeking over the horizon.

"Yeah. But I'm not keeping the lights on." You grumbled something under your breath. "Fine. Maybe one." "No I don't need one." "You did last time." You huffed, looking away from her. "Did not."

"What'd you say?" "Nothing." You muttered. "Yeah that's what I thought."

"You're a dick." "You love it."

You shook your head with a little hum. "Nope."

Her eyes scanned your body as you continued down the golden path, giving little pockets of shade through the trees.

"What?" You broke her line of thought, eyes shooting back to your own. "Nothing."

Your ears turned hot along with your cheeks, even though you couldn't see it. Glancing away from her and staring off into the distance.

"We're here." You both slid off your horses, Ellie's hand finding itself on the small of your back as you both walked inside. Cautiously looking around through the small walls of the shop. One of the only ones left on the homey little street just outside of the large neighborhood.

"Do you ever wonder who owned these places?" You asked, grabbing the book from under the counter and signing your names, the entire time her fingers tickled your lower back and hereyes never stopping their movement as she watched outside the front door.

"Sometimes, mostly when you bring it up."

"I like to think about what we'd be like before." You began while standing up straight, turning to meet her eyes. "Like what we'd be and how our lives would go. Do you think we'd have met?" She shrugged. "Probably." "Yeah, we're practically soulmates, like in those stories. Tied together through time." You said dramatically

The comment made her blush this time, even though she knew you meant in a friendly way. Giving her that sweet smile she loved so much.

"You are so corny." "You love it." You giggled.

"I think you would be an astronaut, or do something with how good you are at drawing. And I could run a shop for flowers, or bakery. Or even a bookstore–"

You continued to ramble as you walked out of the shop, Ellie right behind you, though her eyes were locked somewhere else.

"Right?" "Yeah." She didn't hear a word you said afterwards.

"We could've been roommates." You climbed up onto Star. "Sleepovers, every night. Then again we could technically do that now too." Her hand suddenly grabbed your calf, giving you a little squeeze before climbing up on Shimmer.

"You should really just move in." You said matter-of-factly, continuing to ride down the road. "Or you could live with me." "You only have one bed, how're you supposed to have anyone over?" "I have a couch." "Ew I'm never sitting on that thing again."

You could hear her laugh from behind you.

"I haven't on the couch yet, just the bed." "Ellie! I have to sleep there tonight. I'm gonna cancel if you keep talking." She snorted. "I do change the sheets." "Thank God."

You rode in a comfortable silence after that. The cool air sending a light shiver up your spine, relaxing when the breeze blew past. Closing your eyes while leaning forward making your back arch just the lightest.

Ellie knew staring was wrong, admiring you like this would make you uncomfortable if you were aware of it. Surely it would, but she couldn't help herself, you were just so pretty.

Especially when you were so relaxed and sat so nicely.

Making those little noises while you stretched your arms back, looking around yourself and at the trees.

Turning to her with that fucking smile.

"I can't wait to go back to bed." You yawned, dragging her away from your appearance.

"You and me both."

You all but threw yourself onto the mattress, your feet hanging off the bed as you kicked off your shoes snuggling deep into the fresh sheets.

"I gotta change by bra is hurting me." You huffed, sitting up once more while rubbing your eyes. "You wear those shitty ones that's why." "The wire ones make them look better."You pouted at her. "For who?"

You stared at her with an agape mouth, faux shock on your face.

"You are such an ass today." You stood up and shoved her shoulder playfully turning your body away from her and taking your shirt off to change.

"I'm tired." Was all Ellie said in response, climbing up into her spot on the bed. You unclasped your bra and set it aside with your shirt, planning on bringing the clothes home tomorrow once you left.

"Excuses, excuses." You muttered, putting one of her shirts over your head and pulling it down. "Mhm." You glanced over your shoulder as you unbuttoned your jean shorts, seeing her clicking around with her game controller.

"I'm gonna put on a random movie. Background noise, y'know?" "M'kay." You slipped down the shorts and grabbed a pair of sleep shorts you'd left here before.

"I'll probably fall asleep a few minutes in though." She shrugged, scooting over as you made your way to your spot on the bed. Her arm opened wide for you to lay back against, snuggling into a throw blanket that technically was yours, you'd just kept forgetting to bring it home.

The particular movie she'd chosen though started off at a scene that happened to make you go wide eyed.

Seeing the sex scene begin at the start, your face going hot.

She didn't even mean it either. That's what made her chuckle out loud but you didn't even notice. Too alarmed at what was happening on screen.

You sunk deeper into the bed, feeling Ellie's hand creeping up on your bare hip. Shirt having risen up at your movements, her fingers tickling your skin as they moved so slowly across your flesh.

You hadn't seen the movie, but you understood what it was about.

Dina had told you the plot when she gave it to Ellie, thinking it as a good date movie if Ellie would invite girls over more than once every six months and just to have a quick hookup.

The scene was two girls, two friends that had casual sex here and there. A group of friends that party and spend life together, but the girls fight their feelings off the entire movie.

That was their whole plot together.

It was a bit ironic.

"You okay?" You hadn't noticed your squirming, or they way your eyes were locked on the screen. Thighs pressed together while you tightly nodded and looked up at her.

"Mhm." You messed with your fingers as her hand crept lower to the band of your shorts.

You closed your eyes, hoping the lude noises ended soon or you fell asleep first. Your legs pushed together so hard that you prayed it would make the ache stop from terrible thoughts you were having about your best friend.

The best friend that happened to be cuddling you.

You should've been used to it though, you guys cuddled all the time. Snuggling while you slept, that's what friends did. You and Dina did the same, so why did your heart beat so fast when it was Ellie beside you?

Everytime you shut your eyes again though you'd see her doing things to you. Making you feel so good. They'd rocket back open and you'd move around uncomfortably, becoming sweaty and hot.

You wished you could shut your brain off.

"Geez Y/n/n, you move too much." "Sorry.." "You okay?" You looked up at her with blow out eyes and your mouth open just the slightest. "I'm fine Ellie." The way you said her name so innocently made her to grab you up and show you how much she cared about you.

"Really? Because I think if you push your legs together anymore you'll become a mermaid." "Ellie! Don't say that!" You covered your face with your hands and rolled over so your back was facing her.

"I can help, you just gotta ask." "What?" You looked at her with such an pure face, expecting her to laugh at you. "Oh c'mon, that's what friends are for." She said, mocking what you've told her time and time again about her not asking for help when she needed it.

"Stop messing with me, it's not funny." "M'not messing with you, we can pretend it never happened, or that I never asked." You huffed and moved to lay back against her side.

"I dunno.." Her fingers moved between your legs, tickling your inner thigh as she moved down to the crotch area of your shorts. "What if it's weird after?" "It's only weird if you make it weird."

Two of her fingers pulled the shorts aside so your white cotton underwear were visible to her, along with the wet spot that had been soaked right through them.

"Want me to stop?" You looked up at her once more and quietly shook your head before burying it into her side. Hiding your face from her when she pulled your panties aside, a small string of slick sticking to them revealing your glistening, aching cunt.

"Geez Y/n." You heard her whisper under her breath, circling your clit with her middle finger. "You're so wet." "Ellie.." You peaked out to watch her finger move around and around, her other hand pushing your legs father from each other.

"When's the last time you were touched?" She asked, glancing down at you. "Before me and Talia broke u– oh!" Her finger slipped deep into your hole that ached for some attention and was finally getting just a bit. Clenching around her as a few little whines left your lips that had turned into an 'o' shape.

"So what is that? Seven months?" "Mhm" You squeaked as she added another finger, sinking deep inside of you. "Please.. more Ellie.." Per your request her fingers began moving in and out with a gross squelching sound filling your ears.

The ache was delicious once she began to move, pulling you more open so you were set nice and wide for her.

"That feel good?" "Mhm.." You nodded very quickly. "More please." "You're being so polite, can't you be like this everyday?"

Her fingers went faster as they worked themselves in and out of you, her other hand forcing your face to turn up so she could see you. Mouth parted and eyes slowly crossing as you melted into her touch and let yourself enjoy the pleasure.

"You want another finger?" The way you hurriedly shook your head and grabbed her wrist made her smile. Slipping a third finger into your cunt, pushing in and out even faster than before.

"Oh..." "Let me hear you.." She muttered against your lips, moving her head down just enough to where she could kiss you. Tasting the granola from this morning and a faint mix of your toothpaste. Her fingertips grazing against your g-spot giving it just a bit of pressure making you moan into her mouth.

Your grip on her wrist tightening so hard your nails dug deep into her skin creating little moons on the back of her hands. But all she could think about was how pretty you looked breathing against her mouth, squeezing her fingers and moaning just for her.

"M'close El.." "Yeah?" You could feel it winding up in your tummy, legs constantly wanting to go wider as she harshly pulled your shorts and panties away. Letting you suck her in even deeper with a cry.

"M'gonna cum." You breathed, crying as she kissed you once more. Feeling your legs begin to shake, juices coating her hand as you came around her digits. All but screaming into her mouth, hips jerking and spasming as you came.

"Oh Ellie.." You stammered out in a whisper, the girl slowly circling your clit as you came down.

"You're so pretty like this." She moved her hand away from your cunt, moving it up to your mouth. Pushing past your lips letting her fingers explore your mouth.

Your tongue running along each knuckle.

"You want me to clean you up?" She asked pulling her fingers from your mouth with a little 'pop'. "Yes please. But be fast."

You yawned as she moved away, snuggling into your pillow as your shorts and underwear were pulled away. A warm rag cleaning you up as you slowly fell asleep into what was technically her pillow.

Inhaling her forestry scent always mixed with an expired cologne from years and years before.

Your underwear were replaced with a pair of her clean boxers and then your sleep shorts. Her pillow replaced with her chest as you slowly began sinking deeper into sleep.

"Thank you Ellie." You muttered, cuddling into her shirt.

"That's what friends are for, right?" You nodded with a little smile.

"But I think we can be more than that now Y/n."

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[wasabidottie]

Brothers Best Friend (Jschlatt)

prologue, part one, part two, part three

The night air was cool as [Y/N] sat in the passenger seat of Tristan's car, the dim glow of streetlights casting soft shadows on their surroundings. Tristan's car was sleek, the kind that garnered second glances from passersby, and it seemed to reflect his personality perfectly—smooth, confident, and undeniably attractive.

The evening sky had darkened considerably, and the comforting hum of the engine provided a stark contrast to the awkwardness she had left behind at the diner.

"Thanks for picking me up, Tristan," [Y/N] said with a warm smile, genuinely appreciative of his gesture. "I didn't want to interrupt Ted's post-game celebration."

Tristan chuckled, shifting gears smoothly as he pulled away from the curb. "No problem at all. To be honest, it was a good excuse to bail on my study group. They were starting to drive me insane."

[Y/N] raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, really? What happened?"

Tristan let out an exasperated sigh, his frustration evident. "There's this girl in my group, Jessica. She's smart and all, but she just gets so damn emotional about everything. It's like she can't handle any kind of criticism."

As he spoke, a condescending tone crept into his voice, and [Y/N] felt a twinge of discomfort. She didn't like the idea of someone belittling their study group partner, especially if it was over something as trivial as emotions.

"I see," she replied cautiously, not wanting to dive into that topic any further. "Well, sometimes people just have different ways of handling things."

Tristan scoffed, clearly not satisfied with that response. "Yeah, but we're supposed to be a team, you know? We're all trying to graduate here."

Wanting to change the subject and alleviate the tension in the car, [Y/N] decided to steer the conversation in a different direction. "So, how have you been otherwise? Anything new going on?"

Tristan's mood seemed to lighten as he shifted gears again, taking the conversation away from the subject of Jessica. "Well, you know how it is. Classes are a drag, but I've been keeping busy with work and stuff. Nothing too exciting, though."

As the miles rolled by, [Y/N] tried to keep the conversation light, asking about his plans for the weekend and any upcoming events.

Back in the diner's parking lot, Ted and Schlatt had lingered behind as the rest of the baseball team dispersed. Ted's curiosity about Schlatt's behavior earlier in the evening gnawed at him, and he couldn't let it go.

"Schlatt, what was that all about with my sister?" Ted asked, his tone a mix of concern and confusion as they leaned against Schlatt's truck.

Schlatt's eyes remained fixed on the ground, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He seemed unwilling or unable to meet Ted's gaze as he responded, "What are you talking about, Ted?"

Ted wasn't buying it. He knew Schlatt well enough to recognize when something was bothering him. "You know what I'm talking about. You were acting all weird, making comments about her photography and whatnot. What's going on?"

Schlatt sighed, his breath forming a visible puff in the cool night air. He glanced up briefly, his expression guarded. "I don't know what you're talking about, man. She's your sister, not my problem."

Ted wasn't satisfied with the evasive answer. He prodded further, frustration seeping into his voice. "Schlatt, come on. You've known [Y/N] for ages. You're like family to us. You can't just act like that."

Schlatt's shoulders tensed, and he finally met Ted's gaze, his eyes flashing with a hint of irritation. "Look, Ted, I don't know what your deal is, but I'm not here to babysit your sister. She's a junior, for God's sake. She can handle herself."

Ted's frustration only grew. He didn't like the way Schlatt was deflecting and avoiding the conversation. "Schlatt, it's not about babysitting. You know how protective I am of her. If something's bothering you, you should just say it."

Schlatt sighed again, his irritation giving way to resignation. He knew Ted well enough to recognize that his friend wouldn't let this go easily. "Fine, Ted. I don't have a problem with her. Can we just drop it?"

Ted wasn't entirely satisfied with Schlatt's response, but he could tell that pushing further wouldn't lead to a productive conversation. He relented, though not without a lingering sense of unease.

"Alright, Schlatt," Ted conceded, his voice softer now. "But if something's bothering you, you know you can talk to me about it, right?"

Schlatt nodded, his gaze dropping once more. "Yeah, yeah, I know, Ted."

With the conversation left hanging, the two friends climbed into Schlatt's truck, each lost in their own thoughts. Schlatt couldn't help but wonder why he had reacted so strongly to [Y/N]'s presence earlier, and Ted couldn't shake the feeling that there was something his best friend wasn't telling him.

Taglist: @zulpix-blog

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #schlatt #chuckle sammy #schlatt x reader #jschlatt #schlatt x you #chuckle sandwich x reader #i wanted to use the word rizz #but im stronger than that

[haeflmz]

The Sin Eater.

Title: Was It A Dream?

Pairing: mark lee x fem!oc.

Genre: Horror occult, romance, fantasy, age-gap, slow burn, non-idol au, angst, fluff.

Summary: where an unexpected curse takes over baekhwa private school, jeong haelim gets involved into the world of occult.

Warnings: jumpscares, suicides, gore mention, hallucinations, mental health problems are spoken here, stress and strong language used.

Early morning it was an assembly. Everyday the principal holds an announcement but today was a particularly important announcement that every student has been dying to know.

Lining out in the courtyard, each young female student was behind another in a single file line. Each grade had the oldest lining in the front and the youngest at the back.

Haelim stood at the third youngest behind her friend. “Yeji are they doing the register?” She asked since it was difficult to hear from afar.

Her sharp gaze looks at the front seeing the class president coming down to do the register. One by one asking them to appear present.

Yeji gives a nod to her. “Yeah Ryujin is taking the names down.”

It didn’t take long for them to see the young girl wearing a blazer over the loose white shirt, the brown board with the piece of white paper with all the names on it being written down.

She looks at Ryujin but the gaze wasn’t reciprocated.

The register soon was done. The waiting was boring Haelim but nonetheless she was on the look out for the principal anywhere.

Eyes caught up on a handsome figure walking past. The groups of girls lining in the courtyard were wowing and awing seeing the new teacher that had recently enrolled and arrived to work here.

Replacing the biology teacher that fell sick suddenly. Everyone seems to like the new substitute teacher for his looks.

Black sleek back hair, glasses, clear pale skin and tall and slender body. The girls practically drool at the scent of his new shaven deodorant.

“You’re so cool Mr Mark!” One of the younger girls calls out in the crowd causing Mark to turn around suddenly and trip over his feet.

THUD.

“Oof…thanks girls!” Mark gets up from the floor dusting the clothes off with a heavy pant. That was a big fall and he seemed to be fine.

The girls giggle watching him awkwardly waddle away from the view.

Haelim’s gaze turns away when the new Professor disappears out of sight. For some reason, there was something very strange about him.

Microphone up in the front echos with a tap of the finger, the principal comes on the stage where the students go in silence looking up front. The courtyard resembles almost like a funeral with the way every student was present in single file. One behind the other.

The principal looks with a darken smile and expression that could tell it’s not the greatest news.

“Good morning everyone, I’m sorry but I don’t bring good news today.” She looks at the girls one by one. “The death of Park Sooyoung is indeed very tragic. However we must move on. I suggest all of you focus on your studies and refrain from commenting about the recent events.”

“Now go on everyone. These exam revisions won’t be done themselves.”

“Yes m’am.” Just like brainwashed sheep the students one by one go do the one thing they were created for. Study.

Until the very fine evening Haelim was studying in her own dormitory. Each student attending Baekhwa has a small dormitory to themselves. The rules were to not roam out of the dorms at 10pm. Curfew was needed and everyone sleeps and dines together mostly.

It is why this was so hard on Haelim from move on from Sooyoung’s death. They were in the same classes before and they expect Haelim to forget about her just because she is dead?

It felt cruel and selfish.

Sighing the blank ink on the pen suddenly stops working on the paper and Haelim throws the pen into the trash can, getting up from her chair to dispose of it in the room.

She wore a light and free white tank top with a pair of grey sweatpants. The hair was in a low bun, leaving the baby hairs out and the bangs to be free.

Looking back at the desk full of biology, history and mathematics books that she has been studying all day. Haelim looks away drained at the clock.

Midnight. Haelim always loses track of time whenever books are involved. In fact she loves reading the most.

She doesn’t have any particular hobbies. Haelim doesn’t have any interests that make her seem unique or extraordinary.

She was just the most basic, blank canvas that anyone could ever lay their eyes on.

Haelim doesn’t have any ambitions. She doesn’t have any goals in life that she wants to achieve by a certain age or period of time. Haelim actually has no idea what she wants to do with her sullen weak life at all. The only thing she was good at was studying.

Sounds pretty sad right? Haelim knows it herself.

That her life was nothing but sad and boring. It feels like a cage keeping her trapped inside it as if she were a humming bird.

Murmuring a few sighs, Haelim decided to go for a quick toilet break and then do some more studying just to be extra sure. You can never be too sure until you re-do it again.

Walking out of the dormitory gates outside the young girl made her way inside the school building again. Slowly she moves her hand to the toilets with the female sign on it.

When going in the toilets were brightly lit. Almost too brightly lit to the point it could burn someone’s eyes out. Haelim fixed the round golden glasses on her face and opens one of the stalls.

She sighs taking off the sweats and underwear then to do her natural business, the lights flickering take her attention from above.

“Stupid lights.” Haelim mutters when the lights kept on flickering, and flickering, until it sounded like footsteps were heard on the other side.

At first she thought it was probably another girl who was studying up late like herself; but then the footsteps kept on getting louder and louder by the time. It was eerie in a way. It felt like music approaching but it was just disconnected footsteps that she cannot recognise. The drops of her peeing was awkward too, Haelim felt nearly scared because there was silence and when the footsteps stopped. They sounded like it stopped right in front of the stall she was inside.

Her breath hitched. “Hello…?” Haelim asked out on the other side. Slowly pulling up her sweatpants and underwear back on. She flushed and then came close to the door opening it suddenly.

Nothing. No one was in the toilets.

She looks around each stall and they were empty. Haelim gives a small sigh of relief “Probably imagined it…” but then the lights went out in the bathroom.

The silence and footsteps were heard now outside, but they were running and Haelim quickly walked out of the dark toilets in fear and curiosity.

Who was messing around? The power went out everywhere and the entire school was now a dark, dark place.

Each corner was filled with nothing but blackness reeking the entire school. No sign of light. Haelim took out her phone putting on the flashlight while walking the terrifying corridors, alone.

Coldness reached her dainty arms. Wearing nothing but a white sleepwear tank top and a pair of sweatpants was not enough to keep her warm, but suddenly it became cold.

She kept her eyes in the front until a hand reaches to touch her shoulder.

Haelim screams and turning around to see who it was, as if preparing to attack the person or thing. She stopped midway.

It was the night shift janitor. “Whoa whoa misses. What are you doing up here? You’re meant to be in bed.”

She exhales in relief, pure joy on her face. “Sorry. I went for a toilet break.”

Haelim bows her head to say goodbye but then she stops on the floor and turns around back at the janitor who is watching her with keen eerie eyes. There was something weird behind them. As if they were hungry?

“Did you perhaps hear some footsteps… actually,” She paused when seeing the strange expression on the janitor. “Never mind. I have to go to bed.” Turning around to walk away.

There was this instinct inside her, screaming at Haelim to run, run as fast as she can. Something weird was going to happen…

The same footsteps were then heard, causing Haelim to turn around with her widen eyes. This time it was clearly the janitor following her with nothing being said but a weird smile; creepy reddish eyes glowing right before her body.

She flinched and starts to run for it with her phone flashlight making way for her around the school campus. The janitor giggles in many overlapped disoriented voices together that sounded of female: “Come back! I promise I don’t bite!”

Running out into the large courtyard in the middle, a launching body pushed her down enough to make Haelim roll down the many stairs in a dizzy composure. Shaken up vision and seeing stars from a single clutch. The man hovering above her with a face that looks nearly-demonic with a female voice taunting her, it felt like death was at the door.

Nearly, death was at the door.

“So pretty, but pretty dumb.” Said the janitor with a maniac-like laugh while running hands down Haelim’s cheek. “You’ll do great for my dinner.” The hand stops and raised up with massive animal claws. Something she could only imagine would be something out of a fantasy movie. The sharpness of the claws swish in the air,,

Only to make Haelim flinch screaming. “Stop!”

And a large shadow hovering above her body on the ground opening her eyes in shock to see the claw being stopped from a powerful grip. Burning the flesh of the person, lunging them away with a hammering punch to the fist.

Such a simple punch was able to launch a human across the courtyard and break the concrete wall making it have a crack.

Gasping. “Holy shit!” Haelim sits up on the ground with a dazed expression now that she sat up small blood drops down her forehead, must’ve been by the fall down the courtyard stairs.

Looking back at the strange figure, she starts to recognise the face. It was the new teacher.

Mark looked so much different. Differently dressed in dark clothing and the glasses were gone, hair was sleek back and the eyes look more, cold and serious. There was a different feeling of the aura he carries and now Haelim felt the touch of his hand on her head wound.

“Mr… Mark?”

Haelim felt her eyelids becoming heavy as her head collapsed into his hands. It feels like a bad miracle leaving a dark pity over her.

To what felt like a horrible dream, Haelim woke up in her dormitory bed. As if nothing bad happened, as if she wasn’t attacked by the crazy-janitor and wasn’t saved by her new substitute biology teacher.

Panting leaving with cold sweat, Haelim was checking for the head wound and it was like it never happened. Her head was spotless.

The next few minutes Haelim tried to tell herself that it felt too real, a little too real to be a dream. Something terrible was happening in this school and no one was doing anything about it.

Walking to the morning class which was literature class. On the way Haelim paused seeing the new teacher, Mark, leaving his office room that seems to be empty.

The opportunity to prove that everything was reality was revealing itself. The young girl walks over and looks around before opening the doorknob and entering it. Haelim looks around for a few minutes with her eyes. Then reaching over to the desk she would search for any clues.

It couldn’t be a dream, right? There’s no way.

For once, Haelim wasn’t rushing. She wasn’t caring if she will be late to class because this dangerous eerily familiar tale that keeps on happening to her was making Haelim excited but also terrified. She knows something wasn’t okay with Mark.

He wasn’t just a teacher, he looks like someone who has a past to say a lot. Haelim shifts down going on the knees opening up the desk cupboards. A reflective golden piece of golden ring shines, and Haelim saw a jewellery box full of weird-like occult symbols and equipment.

“Whoa what’s this…?” She breathes out heavily taking out a talisman. Why would her biology teacher carry a freaking talisman around the school?

The door started to open and Haelim was panicking. She puts the stuff back into the cupboard closing it shut and then crawling around to hide underneath the teacher’s desk. The voice of Mark speaking to one of the teacher’s was in a polite form.

Mark shows a smile. “Yes Doyoung i’ll get the biology papers marked and re-done by tonight.” Shifting back into his office he closed the door and sighs a little. He then walked up to the giant wardrobe in the room he had.

Haelim hiding under her desk never held her breath so much until now, she was afraid that if a single breath coming out could get her caught instantly; her eyes kept a stern watch over him until realising he was unbuttoning the white shirt, taking off the black tie.

Blushing at the bare-ness of his back exposed to her face. Haelim looked away immediately with red cheeks. She kept her legs tucked in front chest while underneath the desk, Haelim wasn’t expecting to see her teacher topless.

In the moment Haelim then made her eyes move to peak again only to see bunch of strange tattoos on his arms, biceps, chest and stomach. She didn’t understand what they meant. But last time she checked teachers were forbidden to have tattoo’s especially Baekhwa. Who discriminates against tattoos for both students and teachers.

Her eyes caught the glance of the mirror and Mark was gazing right at her as he saw her under the desk. He turned around quickly now pulling Haelim’s wrist and pressed the girl against the wardrobe door flat shutting it down.

She grunts. “Let me go!”

Mark raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing in my office?”

The sight of his topless upper body made Haelim incredibly uncomfortable by how close they are and she looked at him with a fearful expression.

Silence came out of her and she pants pushing her hands down on him. “I know what you are. You’re not a teacher.”

The sudden assumption scared Mark. What did she mean by that? He pulled away and glares over at her and he pulls out a shirt on his body.

“What am i then?”

It’s like he was challenging her. Haelim stares at him with two deep glares and fixed her glasses on the bridge of her nose.

“Because of you these deaths keep happening. Ever since you came to this school weird shit has happened to me. You’re the cause of not aren’t you?”

Haelim snapped, and Mark was watching her with an unreadable eye and expression on his face she couldn’t read whatsoever.

She wasn’t sure if she caught him or if he was laughing at her. Mark shifts coming forward. “Now calm down. I can promise you I’m not the bad guy here.”

The girl takes a step back breathing heavily almost like she were hyperventilating. “No? Then what is this?” Haelim rolls up her sleeve showing her wrist with a star mark possibly done by a sharp glass shard object deeply into her skin.

This morning when she had woke up, Haelim woke up to this mark impaled on her skin. Each victim that died had this on their body and Haelim knew, she knew from that moment that she was next and she had no idea what to do.

The mark on her body caused the teacher to furrow his eyebrows and he quickly looks back at her trying to remain calm.

“Haelim how long did you have this mark for?” He asked cautiously and Haelim cried stomping her feet, she couldn’t just stay calm. “Answer me! Are you the bad guy? Am I going to die? Give me an answer already!”

“Say something already!”

Knowing that she probably wouldn’t stop and become calm Haelim came closer to him to do something but Mark blew air on his face, brushing his hand over her eyes and immediately caused the girl to fall backwards in sleep state.

He caught her in his arms as she fell unconscious breathing lightly again in a calm sense. Mark looks down at her face and down at the star symbol imprinted on her arm.

Was It A Dream?

@haeflmz 2023 ©️ everything belongs to me.

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[lilaliend]

the witch and the bats ⠀♡

AUTHORS NOTE ; this is my very first fan fiction or anything close to it. I have written a handful of short stories before and am currently on a project so bare with me. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. You have been warned, and it is also 4AM as I write this. So please excuse any grammatical errors or general mistakes! I am open to suggestions as well some constructive criticism! Asks and Requests are open!

WARNINGS : None, this is just a short writing sampler. OC is a female assigned witch, though no name has been given to her character and no description of her body nor appearance is provided. Scenario / Blurp is based on the anon ask below !

An annoyed look casted over the woman’s features. Her small herb and floral potions shop sat in between two dingy and putrid clubs the incessant loud noises and oppressive smell of alcohol and sex that clung to the air, had the witch growing more and more tempted to simply turn in early return to her small cupboard-like apartment in the old bustling streets of New Orleans, but the thought had been quickly forgotten when she glanced at her watched and caught time of the hour. It was near closing time, finally. The new girl she had hired started closing down her small shop. The witch took this time to distract herself, she stepped outside to sweep the quaint entrance of her small shop, her eyes met by a familiar man across the road, the old prince of these streets had been roaming the city with his blonde counterpart, a look of trouble foaming both of their features. 

she picked up her broom and made haste back inside her shop. “marseilla, you can head out for the rest of the night. I’ll be closing by myself tonight, dear.” she called to the girl───or rather young witch───who had so graciously stayed past her waging hours to help organize a bit.

the young witch had taken her leave just in time, right as her apprentice left the door’s top bell chimed. alerting the woman that she had guests.

“Well, if it isn’t the devil and his advocate, she spoke in reference to the golden blonde who had made his presence known, a sly smirk took form over the french man’s features. Her graze leaving his and falling onto her old friend, Louis De Pon Lac. She offered the man a kind smile, but only that. The night he had given up his humanity had been the last night the two had seen each other. That was months ago, and the witch had no desire to associate herself with the troubles of the night. “What brings you two to my shop?” Her tone was sharp, her head held high. She wasn’t planning on selling them anything.

“I hear word that your crafts are quite extraordinary. I was simply in the market to get a certain… uh, Louis how is it you say it?” Lestat’s voice trailed off, his eyes wandering around the many trinkets and figures that were displayed on the many old and rustic shelves. He paced around the small shop, seemingly enthralled by everything that it had to offer. “Talisman.” Louis shortly replied. Unlike the other man, he remained still, unmoving from his original spot. His eyes were still locked on her────or so she thinks, she couldn’t really tell with the darkened eyeglasses the man now wore. His frame was still merely a few feet away from the witch. The only thing keeping them apart was her shop's front desk.

“ Ah ! Yes ! A talisman ! ” The blond yelled from somewhere in the back end of the store. The sound of his footsteps were light, and the cool breeze that flew into the shop by one of the many broken windows sent a shiver up the witch's back. “ You see my dear friend here has recently been through quite a lot , a loss in the family , and I heard those could be a great deal . ” Lestat had finally found his way back towards the store’s front. His piercing green eyes finally met hers, and as she stared through those orbs. She couldn’t find a single trace of a soul.

“ A talisman ? Interesting . ” She pondered. “ I’d love to make your friend here one but it takes quite a lot of time , a few days and I lack the resources to make one . Besides──” Before her rejection could finish reaching the air, Louis cut her off. “ Take all the time you need , I can wait . I’ll even pay double──no , triple . Just don’t . . . reject me . ” His voice was laced with what she could only compare to something a kin to regret, maybe even disparity. But whatever it was, it had made the woman look at the man as just that. A man───not the monster that he truly was. That he chose to become.

“ Fine. . . I’ll do it . But given your nature , I can’t guarantee its proper function . ” She still cared for him, but it was a carelessness that came as a result of shared history; as the two have known each other throughout their entire life and all of their childhood. 

The night of her brother’s funeral. When she had seen runoff, broken, and uncommonly in the streets. She should’ve followed him, should’ve offered her shoulder to cry on, instead, she too had been driven by grief and secluded herself from the others. The witch had grown to regret that night deeply, but she was thankful for having the opportunity to repair her misdeeds, even if it was already a little too late to save him.

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[holylulusworld]

Best costume ever (3) - Kinktober 9

Summary: Another Halloween. Another costume.

Kink: ripping clothes kink

Pairing: Wolverine x Reader

Characters: Scott Summers

Warnings: language, fluff, Logan is a dirty bastard, teasing, ogling, implied smut, ripping clothes kink, pregnant reader

A/N: This is a fluffly little thing with a dash of naughty Wolverine. It’s one of the few flufftober stories I wrote.

Catch up here: Is that a costume? & Where is your costume?

Kinktober 2022

“No, Logan. That one just looks awful on me,” you huff. Frustration is your new best friend as you look in the mirror to check the next costume he got for you to try on. “I look fat.”

“You look hot,” he growls in your ear. His hands already move to your ass to feel you up. “If not for the people at the store, I would have my way with you.”

“Logan, no,” you fight his hands, giggling as he tries to bury his face in your neck to kiss your skin. “Babe, not here. We got to get a costume. The professor wants us to have a nice Halloween. We can’t let him down.”

“How about we turn you into a pretty little lamb? I can be the big bad wolf as always,” he chuckles darkly as you look up at him. “Just saying, you make such a good lamb for me to feast on.”

“We can’t do this every year,” running your hand over his chest you smirk. “We already have scarred Scott for a lifetime. He can’t take much more. You know he’s a prude.”

“Aw, but I love scarring Scottie,” damn him. Your boyfriend grins like the devil himself. “Let’s do it one last time before little Logan pops out of you.”

Logan’s eyes drop toward your middle and your three months baby bump. “No.”

“Please, kitten. One last time.”

You laugh as he gives you puppy dog eyes. Logan mostly looks like he’s about to slide his claws out and rip anyone crossing his path apart. But he’s all smitten with you. Especially since he got to know you are expecting his child.

“We can’t.”

While you try to find a costume hiding your baby bump, Logan has other plans. He wants to scar Scott some more and won’t give up.

It’s this time of the year again. Logan gets all itchy the closer you get to Halloween. He just loves to fuck with Scott.

“Please. How about we do it a little?” you furrow your brows. “You know. I can only put the tip in.” He grins from ear to ear. 

“You and I will behave this Halloween. No making out in public. No having sex in public. No stealing candies from the kids.”

“Hey, the little guy using his tongue like a frog offered candies to me. He’s cool. We are cool. I helped him talk to the girl he likes at school in return.”

Logan gives you a stern look. “You’re going to be such a good dad. If only you would stop wanting to mess with Scott.”

“Fuck,” he curses loudly. “I’m going to be a dad soon. What if I mess things up? What if I hurt them with my claws?”

“What if Scott tells them about your bad manners when it comes to Halloween, costumes, and keeping private things private?”

“But you think I’ll be a good dad, right?”

“Of course,” you pat his chest. “Now help me find a costume. We can’t be late and I still need to get more sweets and all.”

Logan follows you with his eyes. He smiles and his heart swells as he whispers to himself. “I’m going to be a dad.”

“Fuck me,” Logan bites his index finger. He promised to behave tonight and even agreed on wearing a costume for this year’s Halloween party but the costume you’re wearing is just too hot to get ignored. 

“No.”

“Kitten how can you wear this kind of costume and expect me to do nothing about it?” he grumbles. “You know, this wild wolf will devour you.”

“It’s only a costume, baby,” you giggle as Logan purrs low in his throat. “No funny business tonight, Sir.”

“That’s not just a costume. It’s a dream coming true,” his features darken as you turn around to grab your purse. “Fuck, I’ll have my way with you, pretty pregnant sheep.”

He’s not wrong. You chose the fluffy one-piece sheep romper on purpose. The legless bodysuit has a hood, with sheep ears.

“I said no, Mr. Wolf,” you give himn a pointed look and close the zipper at the front to stop Logan from staring at your tits. “You will behave tonight. No making out in public.”

“Hmm…” he licks his lips. “I’ll try to keep my hands to myself…”

“What’s your costume, Logan?” Scott looks your boyfriend up and down. “You’re in jeans and a t-shirt. At least you’re not smoking one of your cigars tonight. That’s a pro.”

Scott doesn’t know Logan stopped smoking the moment he got to know you are expecting his child. 

“Scott are you blind,” Logan slaps his chest. “Or can’t you read? What does my shirt say?”

“Her big bad wolf.”

Scott scrunches up his nose as Logan wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“That’s right. I’m Y/N’s big bad wolf and she’s my cute ‘lil sheep. I love to devour her. Even in public.”

Logan bares his teeth as Scott eyes you up and down in your sexy costume. “A sexy sheep, huh?”

“My sexy sheep,” you laugh as Logan goes full possessive boyfriend. He steps in front of you to size Scott up. “How about you get yourself a drink or something? Y/N and I want to have a snack.”

The party is in full swing. People laugh, chat, and tell each other scary stories. It’s past 1 am, so the kids are already in their rooms to get some sleep or share the sweets they collected.

You enjoy yourself and even got Logan to dance with you.

You rest your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as he gently sways you to the music.

“That’s nice,” Logan smirks as his hands move to your ass to shamelessly grope you. “Logan!”

“Kitten, let us be bad one last time before we become good parents and raise our child. I want to dirty things to you.”

You giggle. Logan is just too adorable and sexy at the same time when he wants to seduce you. “Fine, but not here.”

“My sexy kitten, dressed like a sheep,” Logan circles you like prey, chuckling while slowly sliding his claws out. “You look so sexy in your costume but, you will look even better without it.”

“Logan, what are—” you whimper as he carefully cuts the front of your romper open with one of his claws. He growls low in his throat as he gets a good look at your breasts. “I liked that costume.”

“I liked it very much too,” there is something sinister in his eyes. Logan slides his claws back in and steps closer again. He rips your costume into two halves, dropping the fabric carelessly to the ground. “Look at my sexy sheep.”

He chuckles when you point a finger at him.

“LOGAN!”

“Just one more time,” he hums as you put your hands on your hips. “Let me ruin you, my little lamb…”

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[sungbeam]

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 — act I, scene iii

nonidol!hwang intak x f!reader

when summit poster boy hwang intak's car breaks down in the school parking lot, it sets off a chain of events that leads to you, someone he was perhaps always meant to find. the only problem is that the two of you are far from the ideal couple, and your peers are apt to keep that status quo.

▷ genre, chapter warnings. s2f2l, classism and discrimination, forbidden romance au, minimal swearing, angst, humor, kind of gray morals

▷ word count. 3.6k

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a/n: i've realized this has been pretty fast-paced but it's only cuz i wanna get to the good parts 😭💀

SUMMER (RISING JUNIORS).

YN stepped into the cooler, darkened building of the repair shop and immediately reached for her towel sitting on the front desk. As she swiped away the sweat dripping down her face and neck, she guzzled down as much water from her bottle as she could intake at once. It was a hot day out, and usually there were fans set up in the garage area, but the electricity had stopped working three hours ago.

The door flew open, and Jongseob's sopping wet head of hair poked inside. "Hey, lover boy messaged you."

She rolled her eyes. "Stop snooping, Jongseob."

He smiled with a shrug. "Tell that to your notification sound."

"And his name is not lover boy."

For some reason, that made Jongseob's smile grow wider, but before she could question it, he ducked back outside. She knew that if she appeared immediately after him, he and Soul would never let her live it down, so she continued to take her time drinking water and patting herself dry. As usual, it was a relatively slow day at the shop, and her mom had left the three of them there to watch the grass grow. She wasn't supposed to be in any hurry.

When she finally stepped back into the garage, she was greeted by a wave of heat that almost knocked her over. She felt the sweat drip down the side of her face again, despite having cooled down inside just seconds ago. Jongseob's playlist of r&b hits filled the space along with the familiar sounds of metal fixings.

Soul and Jongseob were both at their respective stations, so she made her way over to her own station and picked up her phone. Sure enough, there were messages from Intak sent about five minutes ago.

tak: *sent a picture*

tak: one of my friends just got back from his trip and we're at the roller skating rink in the crossroads 👀👀👀 maybe i'll see u here later??? wink wonk

Yn smiled to herself, but tried to suppress it for the sake of her own ego and pride (and the two others blatantly watching her from their stations). She had changed the contact name from "jae" to "tak" a couple days after first reaching out to him. It had seemed natural to let go of the contact name and bring in something new; it was an attempt at moving along in the grieving process, if you would.

The image Intak had sent was a selfie of him in fuschia-toned lighting, most likely from the neon lights in the Crossro-ller Rink in the Crossroads community halfway up the hill. His black hair was tousled just slightly in an effortless sort of mess, but he wore a plain black T-shirt and a chain collar, his lips pursed at the camera. He didn't show which friend he was with, but it wasn't like she would have paid attention to him anyway.

"Awwwh, Soul look! She's blushing!"

Yn rolled her eyes again and blindly flipped Jongseob the bird over her shoulder. His cackles of delight echoed in the garage, accompanied by Soul's softer laugh.

yn's phone: i have to give it to u, i think ur getting better at this "being smooth" thing

yn's phone: but i have to work, sorry buddy wink wonk

The thought did cross her mind, even for a split second, to ditch the shop and go to the roller skating rink. Intak would never know who she was—just another poor girl crawling up from the gutter to skate around. The thrill of it energized her though, and she set her phone aside to get back to work with just a hint of a skip in her step.

Jongseob peered out from under the car he was tweaking. "You're so whipped; it's insane," he teased with a feigned gag.

When she stuck her tongue out at him, her phone dinged to announce another incoming message. And another. And another—

"Are you gonna get that or should I?" Jongseob gestured to her station table with one oil-stained hand. He grinned at her scowl. "You're so touchy, sheesh. Fine, but if it's important and you miss it…"

Yn grumbled under her breath and stomped back over to her phone. "You're so stupid."

"And you're stupid whipped!" He cackled, then ducked out of view.

tak: r…. r u mocking me or were the winks genuine…..

tak: wait where do u work :0

tak: ur missing out tho yk 😋

tak: *sent a video*

tak: wait wdym u THINK? i AM GOOD AT BEING SMOOTH

The new picture looked like the saved recording from a Snapchat story. It was him and Yoon Keeho skating around the roller rink beneath the combination of a sparkly disco ball and rainbow neon lights. He still looked as good as he did in the picture, and the video gave a top view that was angled downward over the two tall boys' heads. Yn had definitely seen Keeho and his head of dark blue hair around school before. From what she had heard through the grapevine, he had an awful lot of sass and character stored up in him.

yn's phone: that's confidential :l

yn's phone: looks like a lot of fun! haven't been up there in awhile tbh but i'll think about going soon maybe (^^ゞ

yn's phone: whatever helps u sleep at night tak 🤕🤥

The smile on her face slipped as she read her own messages back, though. Her eyes caught onto one phrasing in particular—the words "up there" yelled at her from the screen with about a dozen sirens blaring. She slapped a hand to her forehead. "Fuuuck."

Her friends peered up from their projects, eyes wide with curiosity and concern. "What? What happened?"

"I said to him 'up there' in relation to the roller rink. There's no way he doesn't know I'm from the Hollows—" Her words were cut off by Intak's own replies.

tak: "tak" 🥰😩😗🥺🫂 someone hold me that's so cute

"I guess not," Jongseob said as he peered over her shoulder at the message, Soul leaning over on her other side. "Man, that's disgusting. Even he's fluffy."

Yn scoffed and waved him off. "Oh, shut up you."

yn's phone: ur friend can hold u lmao

tak: u don't wanna hold me? 😔

yn's phone: if u figure out who i am, then sure ;]

tak: game on.

Though there was a part of her that wanted to get to know Intak like she had his brother, she knew there would be consequences. If he found out her social standing, it could lose her Intak, for one. Even though his brother didn't believe in following the foul classism and bullying his peers up on the hill participated in, that didn't mean Intak felt the same way. (Though, she wanted so badly to believe the opposite.)

It wouldn't matter anyway, right? Losing him? If he discriminated against her based on her income and where she lived, then he could screw off.

(It wasn't like she wasn't used to losing people anyway.)

"Oh my god, who is making you blush so hard, dude?"

Intak's head shot up from where it had been buried nose-deep in his and Yn's text chain. He subtly moved his brother's phone screen out of sight as Keeho came to sit down next to him on the leather sectional. The two of them had come back to Keeho's house about an hour ago from the roller skating rink, legs and backs and behinds aching from hours of skating. It had been a breath of fresh air, getting out of the house. As vast as the Hwang estate was, it was never big enough. Intak had always felt suffocated, and perhaps that was partly because his father shared a living space with him.

"Hm?" Intak mentally willed his heart to calm down.

Keeho eyed him strangely, but his smile was teasing. He reached for the remote to unpause the movie on screen. "Are you still purging Jae hyung's phone? You've been pretty occupied with it ever since the last few weeks of school." Keeho tossed a piece of popcorn into his mouth, and Intak cautiously reached for a handful of the buttery treat for himself.

If "purging" meant keeping in contact with one of his older brother's old friends, then yes. Because of Yn, he probably spent more screen time on Jaehyuk's phone than on his own device. "Yeah, I guess you can say that. Just lots of stuff I didn't know about him."

Intak sunk into the couch and tucked the phone away into his pocket, albeit reluctantly. It almost seemed unfair that Yn knew more about him than he did about her, but he was sure there was a good reason for it.

Well… especially if his hunch was correct.

The movie on screen wasn't very interesting, to be completely honest. Intak had seen it about a dozen times before, but it was the movie Keeho had chosen randomly with the Amazon fire stick thing, and he pretty much stuck with it because he didn't know what to watch either.

Intak suddenly cleared his throat. "Can I… ask you a question?"

Keeho glanced over at him. "Of course. What's up?"

"What do you think about the Hollows kids?" He asked slowly, choosing his words carefully. He tried to pose it as neutrally as possible; he had never really gotten a clear stance from any of his friends about what they thought about the people who lived down the hill from them, but generally, they never seemed against the Hollows kids. At least, they never went out of their way to "show them their place." Those were the obnoxious people from their social class whom Intak was pointedly not friends with.

Come to think of it, Intak hadn't gotten a direct answer from his brother either. But then again, Jaehyuk had never been much of a bully sympathizer or bystander.

Keeho raised his eyebrow as if surprised by the question, which wasn't completely unexpected. "Uhhh—I think they're fine. Like the whole community discrimination is a little stupid, but…" He shrugged, "They can bark as long as they don't bite, y'know."

Intak pursed his lips together in a slow nod.

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh—uh, no reason." Intak shifted. What did that answer even mean? "Just curious."

His friend bobbed his head. "Okay… well, if they look at me funny, I'll look at them funny, too. I dunno, dude. It's hard to explain, but if I don't have to get involved, then I won't. You know it's complicated."

Intak supposed he could… live with that answer. It wasn't like he fully accepted it either. After all, he didn't even know what his answer would be... Right?

If faced with the opportunity to befriend someone from the Hollows, would he follow his damn heart or succumb to peer pressure?

This felt illegal.

Intak sat behind his desk at home, hair damp from his recent shower, his laptop opened to a new web browser. He was searching for car repair shops in the Hollows region, something that had been poking at his brain since the roller rink. He didn't know if Yn had even realized she had said "up there" in regards to the roller skating rink, and to be honest, it wasn't until the third time he read the message that it finally clicked in his brain. (Sue him, he had the nickname "Tak" stuck in his head like some fool.)

It didn't really make sense that Jae would have gone all the way down to the Hollows to get a luxury, vintage car repaired and maintained, but because Yn and Jae had met over the phone, it was just a little more plausible. There were a few holes in his theory, clearly, but it was all logical. Actually, the more Intak thought about it, the more it made sense.

There were a couple repair shops in the Hollows, but only one of them was family-owned and not a chain. The name was something along the lines of Ln's Auto Repair—simple and to the point.

He was seconds away from whipping out the academy yearbook.

yer a wizard yn!: ayo r u alone rn?

Intak bit his lip in a poor attempt to hide his smile.

jae's phone: oh so u wanna get me alone?

yer a wizard yn!: u said u almost got caught by ur friend AGAIN earlier õ_ó

jae's phone: and she CARES!! 😩🙏

yer a wizard yn!: smh T-T

jae's phone: admit that u deflect my flirting bc ur flustered

yer a wizard yn!: u were flirting????

jae's phone: that's so hurtful.

yer a wizard yn!: plus, i bet u get flustered easier than i do, hwang intak

yer a wizard yn!: i bet ur blushing so hard rn 👀

He instinctively pressed the back of his hand to his cheek—and goddamn, it was hot. He wasn't about to admit that though.

jae's phone: not the government name 🙁

yer a wizard yn!: ahh look who's deflecting now 🤭

jae's phone: … touché

He paused, biting his lip. Hey, btw…|

No, he thought to himself, spamming the backspace button with his thumb. But why not? He was already searching it up—it didn't feel right without asking her first.

jae's phone: okay i don't wanna come off as stalkerish but…|

Before he could finish his text, Yn's own popped up.

yer a wizard yn!: anyways the reason i came to bug u was bc i m bored :l

A small laugh fell from Intak's lips. Omg ur finally reciprocating my feelings?? :')

yer a wizard yn!: bro what feelings 😭😭

jae's phone: ur literally so mean to me 😔 y am i here to suffer huh

yer a wizard yn!: dunno dude it's cuz i'm cool B)

jae's phone: not w that emoji ur not 💀 what r u? 60???

yer a wizard yn!: experience-wise, yes

jae's phone: and humor-wise 🤕🙁

jae's phone: a little concerning tbh

jae's phone: but ur bored? lol i thought ur usually w ur friends?

He was usually the bored one because his own friends were with their own families and away from this damned place. Intak technically knew a vast sea of people, but it didn't mean he really knew them. He hadn't smiled while talking to someone new like he did with Yn since he first met his three best friends. Crazy how one could feel so alone in an ocean of people.

yer a wizard yn!: they had to go home to help their families w some stuff lol so im just here ig

yer a wizard yn!: my mom's busy w work rn too so i have the house and it's so quiet haha

jae's phone: r u trying to make moves on me rn 👀 insinuating that the house is empty ;))

jae's phone: JKJK IM SORRY IF THAT MADE U UNCOMFORTABLE KSFBJEBFJRJF

yer a wizard yn!: dude do u just flirt w everybody is this a reflex or something 😭😭😭😭

jae's phone: n,,no just u :')

yer a wizard yn!: tak, honey, r u stuttering thru text T-T

Intak leaned back in his desk chair with a soft giggle.

jae's phone: yes my honey bunches of oats 😚 i did stutter

yer a wizard yn!: damn ??? okay 😭 (honey bunches of oats huh 🤨)

jae's phone: do i make u speechless, snookums

jae's phone: or how about sweet lemon drop daisies

jae's phone: lovey dovey partridge in a pear tree?

yer a wizard yn!: HELLOAKDJKS 😭😭

jae's phone: hUH? WHATS THAT? U LIKE THE NAME SNOOKUMS???

jae's phone: i'd change ur contact name to snookums, but i like the hp reference :/

yer a wizard yn!: i don't think i've laughed that hard in awhile tbh 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

yer a wizard yn!: where tf dID U GET ALL THOSE ???

jae's phone: wdym snookums :(( they came from my love for u

He unconsciously raised his hand to his face and felt the scorching hot skin there. Yeah, he was so far gone. Maybe a glass of ice water would do him well.

yer a wizard yn!: okay,,, i think i've calmed down now 🤧🤧

yer a wizard yn!: were u doing anything interesting before i interrupted 🤩🤩

jae's phone: yes yes very important stuff o7 top secret info

yer a wizard yn!: who's the vague one now :// lol jkjk

Intak's eyes moved back to his laptop, of which the screen had faded to black. He moved his fingers over the trackpad to wake the device up and display the page for Ln's Auto Repair again. This felt like—was—an invasion of privacy.

jae's phone: okay uhm… don't be mad

yer a wizard yn!: uhhhh haha that's not very reassuring 😅 what'd u do lol

jae's phone: okok uhm im so sorry but i promise i don't stalk people for fun and i was really curious and i noticed that earlier u said that the roller skating rink was "up" from where u were and i figured u were prob in the hollows, so i looked up the auto repair shops in the hollows… and i think i might have found yours?

jae's phone: ik this was an invasion of privacy, i feel so bad

jae's phone: pls don't be mad

Intak dropped the phone onto his desk with his eyes pinned to the screen, waiting for her answer. He bit his lip, knee bouncing frantically. The dots would appear and disappear, then reappear again.

Finally, he watched Yn's reply come in.

yer a wizard yn!: it's… actually kind of relieving ? in a way

yer a wizard yn!: i actually noticed my mistake earlier too but i figured since u didn't say anything about it, u might not have noticed, but ig i shouldn't have underestimated u haha

yer a wizard yn!: so,,, this is it then?

Panic seized his chest, and he picked up the phone so fast it almost fell right out of his hands.

jae's phone: WOAH WOAH WAIT

jae's phone: hey what's wrong? no this isn't **it**

yer a wizard yn!: well u know im from the gutter now right lol

jae's phone: and?? y should that matter to me

jae's phone: yn i don't care that ur from the hollows like u literally don't care that im from the hill right?? and my brother didn't care either and u had no problem being friends w him too

When she didn't respond for a couple of minutes, Intak felt the furrow in his brows as his thumbs raced over the phone keyboard to type out another message.

jae's phone: call me?

He pressed the button to send the message and left the phone on the desk, waiting for the phone to ring. His knee would not stop bouncing to save his life, and so he turned the phone screen off and busied his hands and eyes by looking through his mess of an email inbox. Every few seconds, his eyes darted to the phone, however, the screen remained dark and still. No answer, no phone call.

Just silence, and the palpitations of his nervous heart.

He screwed up, hadn't he? He had just scared her off—and that in itself messed with his head.

He was about to give up for the night—maybe resort to finding a drink downstairs and curl up with a movie—until the dull vibration of the phone jolted him out of his chair. He fumbled with the slim device, and somehow managed to accept the call.

"Hello?" He answered, almost breathlessly.

Yn's throat cleared on the other side, voice low. "Hey. Sorry it took me a couple minutes to call. I think I was just nervous." Her throat cleared another time and it sounded like it was accompanied by cracking knuckles.

Intak relaxed a little into his seat. "No, no, don't worry about it. I—" I was dying, "—take your time. I get it. I was just worried I scared you off." He laughed a little at the end as if he hadn't just experienced a self-induced heart attack.

"No, don't worry," she rushed to reply. "You didn't scare me off. I think I do a good enough job at that already."

He turned on speaker mode and placed the phone on the desk so he could fidget with his fingers. "Ah… if it makes you feel better, I feel the same way—scared, I mean. And I really did mean what I said… with the not caring about you being from the Hollows."

A beat passed. "Thanks, Intak. That's… really cool of you."

He nodded. "Right, yeah. Just the...the bare minimum," he said quietly with a flippant flick of his wrist. And it was the bare minimum, but in a community like theirs, bare minimum was a high standard when it came to classism and discrimination. "So—we're cool, right? We're cool?"

She hummed. "Yeah, of course."

A smile crawled onto his face and tugged at the corners of his lips. "Good. I'm glad." He leaned forward to rest his elbows on the desk with his cheeks leaning on the palms of his hands. "Listen, Yn... you can be comfortable with me, I hope. I—I hope you can feel safe with me like you did with my brother."

His heartbeat thundered in his ears almost as loud as the volume of the call, and his cheeks were aflame beneath his palms. It was a marvel how one person could make him feel this way. Hearing her voice sent a course of tingles down his spine, made his toes curl. It was a feeling not entirely foreign, yet completely new at the same time.

"Thank you," was her soft reply. "I hope so, too."

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[brassknucklespeirs]

Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ Mʏ Bᴇsᴛ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ [Rᴏɴᴀʟᴅ Sᴘᴇɪʀs x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

Genre: FLUFF with a side of angst (or should I say Speirs trying not to pout cause he didn’t get his way)

Warning: Mention of warfare, death, weapons, burn scars/wounds, language

Prompt: Request by @holdingforgeneralhugs​ “how about a Soft!Speirs oneshot because I am majorly in my Speirs feels rn and I will consume literally any soft Speirs content by the BUCKETFUL! “

A/N: *spoken in spongebob narrator’s voice* aaah the sickly sweet nature of "we’re more than friends and we both know it”

 If the woman who sat patiently in the back of the beaten Jeep was nervous, she didn’t show it at all, a calm look was a normal expression upon her face as many had come to know. Her body was free of tension, and she could even say the chill travelling down her spine as the wind whipped over the exposed skin of her neck was a welcomed feeling compared to the intense heat of the Pacific. However, it would take a lot more than just the gentle expression on her face and the little tension in her body for people to not see that this woman was tired.

I guess you could say that was part of the reason she was here, in the whiteout forest surrounding Foy, Bastogne. With a year or so of combat experience already dealt with, her soldiers had placed their lives gratefully in the hands of the well put together woman for more reasons than just her cool composure, and it had been noticed. She had worked tirelessly to ensure the safety of those in her platoon and even those who were not. She wasn’t your natural born combat leader but she had the tools to learn; and learn she did. With a metaphorical hammer and nails, she built and upgraded herself so she could take the weight of everything she’d had to see and do in recent years. This being said, she didn’t force herself to reshape every aspect, no, she ensured that every chink in her armour was carefully polished but never fully made new. She held that emotion that came with the trauma she’s been through and wore it like a medal. Her best friend Ron had always told her how admirable she was for that trait, praised her for being such a strong person in rough times. And even then, he had still promised to be there whenever she couldn’t be that person. A thought that Y/N had sometimes wished he could follow through with even though he was likely somewhere in the middle of god-knows-where, fighting for his life while she was, well, here.

When the 501st Airborne Regiment’s top dog, Colonel Sink, heard of the admirable paratrooper known as Lieutenant Y/N L/N, he had jumped at the chance to rip her away from being caught once again in the hot talons of the Pacific that she had just been pulled from. A transfer had been accepted by both her and her previous superiors as Sink called for the help of a capable platoon leader now that he had lost Buck Compton, and don’t even get him started on the ex-CO known as Dike. The Colonel himself was sat beside the woman informing her of the men she would be taking over for and though he would never say it out loud, the man had his fingers crossed in a silent plea that this officer beside him was the right choice for Easy Company moving forward. The man talked with a gentle kind of assertiveness, kind yet firm with his words while he explained several things such as the Battle of Foy that had taken place the day before, and the new company CO. He was impressed with the way the woman was able to point out the strengths and weaknesses of an assault she wasn’t familiar with nor witnessed, his mind being left just slightly more at ease with his choice.

The two pulled up into the main street of Foy as their conversation continued, and they were meet by the darkened red hair of the battalion’s XO. The man stood with the same tired but calm expression as Y/N as they both drew smiles to their lips to exchange to one another.

“Captain Winters, I’d like to introduce you to Easy Company’s new platoon leader, Lieutenant L/N. I expect a warm welcome to be given to the Lieutenant, Y/N’s come a long way for us.” The colonel had said and followed it up quickly with a sharp pat on the woman’s shoulder. “Lieutenant L/N, I’m excited to see how you do with Easy Company.” He exchanged a few more words between the two before jumping back into the jeep and taking off with a yelp of ‘Curahee’ to those men of Easy who had lingered carefully to see the newcomer. Y/N watched as he went with a small smile before turning back to the red headed Captain who was stood with the same curled lips. A gust of wind blew along her spine as they stared at each other for a split second, a shiver rippling down her body aggressively.

“Well, sir, I don’t know if the welcome will be able to get much warmer than this.” The man huffed out a laugh at this as another officer with dark hair came into view behind him with a snort, clapping the other man on the back.

“I like this one Dick. Can we keep her?”

***

If there was one thing Y/N knew already about the Intelligence Officer known as Captain Nixon, is that he could talk. Not that she was complaining, the constant chatter being thrown from his mouth was entertaining, an amused smirk finding its way to her lips almost as soon as he’d begun to talk. The random banter he sprouted had reminded her again of her best friend, someone she thought of constantly, it would seem. It wasn’t the way he was talking in great amounts because god knows that Ron was a more of a listener than a talker but it was in the way his eye crinkled at the edge when he laughed at his own jokes. She’d hate to admit the way she’d compare everyone and everything to the man she was desperately in love with but she knew that she did it just often enough to stop the dull ache in her chest from turning into a stabbing pain.

“-and let’s just say, that didn’t go down very well with the wife.”

“I can’t imagine why, Captain Nixon, you seem like such a mellow man.” She’d said with a quiet chuckle and a roll of her eyes as they continued their walk to the building that second platoon was bunking in.

“Ah, what can I say? I’m as close to perfect as they come.”

“Oh I’m sure you are Sir.”

“Eh, you may say that with judgement now but just you wait and see.” He threatened while pulling a flask from his pocket before offering her a sip. She glanced at it with a raised brow and then proceeded to shrug her shoulders as she reached for it. A harsh cough of disgust almost echoed around the town as the woman screwed up her face.

“There’s no way you can convince me you’re close to perfect when you drink shit like this Sir.” She managed to say. Nixon laughed while taking his own sip.

“We’re gonna get along just fine, I’m sure. Now let’s go find one newly appointed CO, Captain Speirs for introductions.” The man had barely finished talking before Y/N’s head had flicked to him so quickly one could question if she would have whiplash.

“Captain Speirs? Ronald Speirs?” She questioned with an urgency that almost worried Nixon.

“Uh, yeah?” He replied carefully. Before either got a chance to ask more questions, a voice had called for the Captain behind them, one familiar to the both of them. A shiver ran down Y/N’s spine though she’d never admit whether it was the cold or whether it accompanied the violent beating of her heart. As she thought of how much she missed that voice, she’d turned slowly and faced the man that it belonged to.

There he was, walking towards them from a distance, his face almost the same as she’d last seen it aside from the matching dark shadows under his eyes and the odd spot of mud on his skin. Though his eyes had only been on Nixon as he wandered over, he moved his gaze to Y/N as she whispered his name, almost like he’d heard her across the distance between them. He’d faltered for a second, his eyes blinking as if trying to rid the dream from his foggy mind only to realise what he was seeing.

“Ronald-fucking-SPEIRS!” The woman had all but yelled, her feet carrying her as quickly as they could over to him. His breath had lodged itself in his throat before he too begun to move quicker towards her. It would have been quite the sight to see and it certainly was in Nixon’s eyes as he watched the two race towards each other and collide almost violently. Even with the clashing of bodies, the two were like magnets and didn’t seek to become unstuck from each other any time soon. As soon as their bodies connected, Ron’s hands had moved to cradle her neck and waist while Y/N wrapped tightly around his shoulders. They clutched at each other as if their lives depended on it and each drop of emotion and every ounce of missing one another had combusted as they stood there. Ron let out a quiet huff of a disbelieving laugh into her hair while stoking his thumb across the back of her neck.

“Are you a dream? Or did I get shot or something?” He questioned so quietly it almost didn’t reach her ear directly beside his mouth. She hummed to him in response before muttering to him a continued stream of ‘I’m here’s. Ron pulled back from her slowly, his hands moving to cup her face while staring at her in awe.

“You’re here.” He whispered back. He almost let out a sigh of contempt before he tuned in to the distant noise of gunfire and felt himself snap back into reality. His hands on Y/N’s jaw became more tense as he stared at her with a different expression. “You’re here.” He repeated while she furrowed her eyebrows, taking a small step back. His hands dropped to his sides as Nixon finally moved over to the two, a look of pure confusion mixed with shock covering his features.

“I feel like you two know each other.”

“Wow Sir, I’m not surprised you’re the intelligence officer.” She replied to the man causing him to smirk. Ron looked at Nixon as he grabbed Y/N’s arm gently.

“What the hell is she doing here?” He questioned almost furiously. Nixon just shrugged before taking another swig of his drink.

“Say hello to your new second platoon leader, Lieutenant L/N.”

“Lieutenant?!”

***

Ron doesn’t speak at first as the two wander over to second platoon, losing Nixon along the way to a task he needed to do. He was mad, she could tell, and as she asked what was wrong, he sent her a glare over his shoulder. She knew what he was doing of course, she hasn’t been his best friend for many years and not pick up on these things. He was processing, he just needed a bit of time of switching to default ‘tough Ron’ to hide the fact that what he was actually doing was wandering a long pathway through his thoughts and emotions. He wouldn’t be mad forever, he was just worried. She guessed the last time he saw her she was home safe and promising to write to him and then she was practically a ghost in the wind with not a single letter finding it’s way to him until suddenly she shows up right in front of him and worse yet as a US Army Trooper Officer. One could see why the man was a little grumpy.

“I missed you.” She heard him say to her and when she glanced at him again, his jaw was tensing under his skin. The words contradicted everything you could see from his body language but she smiled anyway.

“And I missed you. Guess two years can do that to a person.”

“You know what I just can’t figure out though?” He asked as he stopped before a building, clearly the one they were going to be entering. She shrugged at him as she too stopped. “What I can’t figure out is how the hell you got here.”

“Well you see I was in this darn awful place called the Pacific, god it was hot there. Anyway, then I got this call to get on this boat back to this other place where I then got on this plane to another other place and-“

“Spare me the jokes Y/N. I meant how did you even get into the Arm-“ He paused suddenly, looking at all the details of her face as he gulped. “Did you say Pacific? You came from the Pacific?” He asked in a low voice. Y/N just nodded softly, her expression the same but her eyes holding so many thoughts unsaid. He saw it in her mannerisms then, all the little things he’d always noticed she did when upset. He’d noticed the dark shadows under her eyes. Hell, he’d noticed the faint red burn scar that climbed up the side of her neck, angry and raw. He took a careful step forward before grasping one of her hands in one of his, his thumb moving to draw little lines across her skin. “I’m sorry Y/N. We’ll talk about this later. I think right now we should just introduce you to the men, get you settled in and everything.”

“Yeah, we’ll talk about it later.” She replied almost making a promise that they would indeed need to talk about it later. A smile rose to Ron’s face as he nodded in confirmation before pushing her helmet back pressing a gentle kiss to her hairline and moving it back.

***

The men had been a little thrown off by the presence of the new officer and didn’t seem to want to warm up to the idea of her at all. That was until she made a snarky comment directed at Speirs regarding her not needing him to defend her and with no reaction from him but a nod of confirmation they’d decided she must have been some kind of angel or a god with the power to make the great Captain Speirs bow in submission. Y/N had decided to milk that theory a little when it came to her new reputation of being the ‘tamer of legends’. She’d gotten quite the kick out of it and decided to tease Ron as much as possible since then.

As promised, they talked about it later. They talked about the Pacific and Europe, jump wings and basic training, the year he’d left and the year she’d arrived, all blurring into one long conversation had in the early hours of the morning. Ron held Y/N as she cried as she’d been dreaming of him doing since he left while she ran her fingers through his hair as he lay his head in her lap. And just like that, they had fallen in love with each other all over again. Just two lost souls who had found their way back to each other as they always did and they always would. Their hands moulded perfectly together as they lay beside each other in bed, their noses almost touching as they listened to one another pour their hearts out like they never did with anyone but each other.

“I just ran. It wasn’t really like we had any other option so I just didn’t think twice.”

“I know you like to play this tough guy act but sometimes I think you play it a little to well.” She replied with a giggle. He smiled down at her gently, nudging his nose ever so slightly into hers as she teased him.

“I play the tough guy because the tough guy always gets the prettiest girl.”

“Well then you’ve been watching too many movie films.” She teased as his fingers began to trail her jaw gently. They both sat quietly as they admired each other, his touch sending shivers down her spine until they stop on the side of her neck. He seemed hesitant to ask about the burns that lay directly beside where his fingers touched her skin, she had read it on his face.

“The Japanese are ruthless and the Pacific is even more so.” She said in a low voice, sitting up as her hands moving to unbutton the top layers of her clothes until she got to the last shirt. He watched her closely as she removed each piece, waiting for her to tell him more. “It’s hard to explain, and even if I could I don’t know if I’d want to.” She continued, pulling off the last shirt she wore and exposing her upper body to the cold air. He saw it now in full as it trailed down her neck and over her shoulder, as well as some of the left side of her back and chest. She would usually feel uncomfortable or embarrassed but with Ron she felt safe, she felt seen. “It was an explosion, a mine, grenade, bazooka, I don’t know. Set fire to the trees around us, and then some of me with it.” He sat up slowly, his gaze moving to every part of her that he could take in, the raw blazing scar as well as the soft skin that he reminisced touching gently in many early hours of the morning. She sat patiently, letting him take in her entire being, letting him visualise her once again to capture in memory. His dark eyes moved back to hers slowly, his hands reaching out to pull her closer to him by the waist.

“You’re as beautiful as you were the day I had to leave you.” He’d whispered to her, caressing her cheek carefully as she smiled at him, tears swimming in her eyes. And as he leaned in to plant his lips on hers, he let a smile take over his features while he held the love he had missed so much in his arms once again. Their lips melted together as they had so many times before, yet this time it held an urgency, a desperate need to make up for lost time. They held each other close like they had in the streets earlier, his hands holding her neck and jaw gently while she wrapped her arms tightly round his neck. “You’re my best friend.” He said suddenly. Y/N let out a quiet chuckle as they pulled back fully, causing Ron to look at her and smile.

“What?” He questioned.

“It’s funny, isn’t it. That we both knew, but never said anything.”

 “Never felt like it needed saying.” He said finally, his eyes never leaving hers as he brushed a hair away from covering them. “Would you like me to say it now?” She looked down almost sheepishly, as if she suddenly felt shy under his gaze while he spoke to her. He smiled once again before pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

“I love you Y/N.”

“And I love you Ron.”

#i hope this is sweet enough cause i think i could serve it on pancakes instead of syrup and it would be so good #ronald speirs #band of brothers x reader #ron speirs #ron speirs x reader #ronald speirs x reader #speirs #speirs x reader #protect them at all costs #soft!speirs

[thediktatortot]

Hear me out now.

Billy's always worn his personalities like his clothing, categorized by activity and people.

There's quiet and agreeable Billy, that wardrobe is reserved for Teachers, Cops and Niel. CPS is part of that but Billy lumps them in with the Cops, never seeing one without the other in the Hargrove house.

Not that Billy's spoken to either of them since Niel married Susan and moved them out to Hawkins. Seems back woods folks don't really see anything too weird about the sounds of screaming and yelling coming from their neighbors house.

Then again, it had only really been Billy's mom calling them when they lived in California. No neighbors called there either.

There's snarky and laid back Billy, the wardrobe he wears when friends are around, unable to open himself up completely enough to be 100% genuine with them, but comfortable enough that he can let some of his guard down.

He likes these people, his friends, not necessarily in a positive way but he enjoys their stupidity and loyalty to him after such a short amount of time.

These hicks cling to anything shiny and new the moment they see it.

Then there's pissed off and manic Billy, the wardrobe he dons when someone gets in his face, in his space. He doesn't appreciate people invading his space no matter the circumstances, having to dodge girls advances and shrugging off dainty hands all day leaving him irritable and bitchy by the time he gets home.

Billy knows he can't stay home when he's like that, in a bad mood. Niel picks up on Billy's bad moods like a blood hound on a fox, purposefully utilizing Billy's anger and short temper as a way to hammer in the fact that Billy had no control in this house.

Not even over his own emotions.

There's more personalities, dopey and sweet Billy who gets girls in bed and sweet talks teachers into higher grades for missed homework. Or, fiery and confident Billy who used to strut around the beaches in California, showing off his assets and lifting friends up onto his shoulders as they drink around a bonfire on the beach.

That Billy doesn't really show up anymore, snarky and laid back Billy taking over that spot for now.

So it's no surprise to Billy when he finds out he enjoys the concept of acting...or play pretend. It's easy to get eyes on you this way, everyone watching you put on a show and Billy's always loved putting on a show.

It's safer that way usually.

The only problem is that acting and theater were really nerdy, like, socially crippling nerdy, but Billy didn't have a choice. Billy has Theater class as his elective for the year and there was no other options. All the other classes were full and he ended up here.

In theater class.

"Okay class, today we are going to start off by partnering up with another student and going through the basic warm up techniques of theater.

Billy's eyes rolled back as he closed them, rubbing the bridge of his nose as his cheeks darkened at the thought of sitting here and doing god knows what. Students shuffle around Billy as he bemoans his situation, only looking up when things go a bit quiet and he realizes he was missing the pair ups.

"Guess it's just you and me." A playful voice asks. "Eddie Munson."

Billy's gaze shifts to the other boy, taking in the view of this 'Eddie Munson'. He looks...vaguely cool, in a biker magazine kind of way, but the hair screams medal-head or at least a stoner adding a grungy texture to his appearance.

Maybe this wouldn't be too torturous after all.

A small smirk pulls at the corner of Billy's lip as he flicks his eyes up and down Eddie's torso, settling back on Eddie's eyes. "Billy Hargrove."

Eddie's face flushes a bit which peaks Billy's interest but he shoves it aside.

"Hargrove, yea I've heard of you." Eddie says with a grimace, he smiles a few seconds later, "I'll give you the benefit of the doubt though, I do for all bully jocks at least once in this school. I'm very generous that way."

God, okay maybe not as enjoyable as Billy had first thought but it's not too bad, guy is just genuinely into the whole extravagance thing he's got going on. Billy had met a few metal heads in the past but none of them were as nerdy as this guy.

"How generous." Billy muttered before turning back to his desk, sighing as the teacher set a pamphlet down in front of him.

"Alright class. I want you to read over those pamphlets and then practice the warm ups with your partner."

"Can I just die instead." Billy sighed as the class erupted into introductions and welcome backs. He slumps back in his chair with a sigh, an irritated expression crossing his face.

Eddie laughs at Billy's dramatics, finding it ironic that Billy doesn't want to be here yet seemingly just fine being a drama queen. "So. Afraid to play a little pretend?"

Billy shoots Eddie a glare and sighs heavily, tapping his finger on the desk and his toe on the ground.

"Look, how about I do all the warm ups and you just watch? I'll even lie for you and say you did yours too." Eddie smiled with an expectant look, so casually extending help Billy's way.

Billy glares at Eddie for a few moments, not sure if he should accept the kindness now and nip the hope of friendship he sees in the other boy in the butt later or if he should never extend that hope in the first place.

"...Alright. I guess that helps." Billy's cheeks go red as he sniffs and fidgets in his chair, getting his body turned to face Eddie at lest so he looked like he was paying attention.

So Eddie reads through the pamphlet with Billy at least before doing his warm ups that consist of a few semi-embarrassing noise practices for the throat and a few odd stretches. Overall not too bad, but still too early in Billy's assessment to know if it was more bad than good.

By the time class ended Billy was truly and utterly exhausted with having to not panic at every weird thing people did around him. Thought it eventually over time got easier and easier to not find everything around him horrendously embarrassing

The bells rings and Eddie looks up at Billy as he rises from his seat. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow." He smiles watching Billy for a second before, "Oh! Do you want my phone number?"

Billy halts where he is, just having slung his backpack over his shoulder. "Uh...why?" Billy says a bit stupidly, genuinely confused.

"First ow- hurtful." Eddie laughs, "I'm just saying. If you smoke, you can always come join me."

Oh. Billy hasn't had weed in months, not since the big fight in California and that was weeks ago. "Oh- uh sure." Billy isn't going to squander that chance at some weed. Eddie writes his number down and hands it off to Billy who stuffs it in his jean pocket.

"...Thanks for uh- vouching for me or whatever." Billy mumbles not sure why he felt inclined to say anything in the first place before he turned away and stalked off.

#Mungrove #Theater Kid Eddie Munson #Billy Hargrove #Eddie Munson

[jpitha]

Hidden Depths 19

Awakenings 1 2 3 4Hidden Depths 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18Hidden Depths: A Side Story Hidden Depths: Another Perspective

Alia, being the only biological person, ate her dinner with gusto. Gord took a few bites to be polite, but stuck with coffee. Lucas, who never really liked the idea of eating anyway, just sat.

"So, how's the colony?" Alia asked, as she went for another serving of pasta.

"Eh, it's not much to speak about." Gord said. "The planet is much too dry for the K'laxi, so they really only have the one town and that's it. All the excitement happens on Starbase."

"Oh? Tell me about it."

"It's pretty great. It's the first joint Human/K'laxi place we set up, so it's been around the longest. Humans and K'laxi have been living together for more than a century there."

"Wow, the things you miss while you're in hibernation for five hundred years." Alia giggled. "Tell me about the K'laxi. How are they?"

Gord smiled. "They're pretty great. They come from a planet that is almost, but not quite Earthlike. Smaller, lighter, around a sun that's more orange, and get this: they don't have seasons."

"No. Way."

Gord nodded. "God's honest truth. Their planet is straight up and down, no tilt at all, and their orbit is practically a perfect circle. It's basically a cool fall day there every day, all the time."

"What are they like?"

"Every one I've met has been incredibly nice, no exception. You've seen photos?"

"There was one, her name was Fellmeli I think, who sent us the messages."

"Oh yeah, she's one of the Administrators of Starbase. Good head on her shoulders. Anyway, so you've seen them. Those ears of theirs? They're very expressive. They practically do all of our facial expressions with their ears. Takes a minute to learn them, but once you do it's innate. Same with their tails. They're prehensile, they can move and grab with them. They get along well with us and humans too. I know of at least a few pairings that wound up in marriage and a K'laxi dating a human and vise versa is no big deal. K'laxi serve on human ships and humans have posted to K'laxi ones."

"Wow. So we have new friends in the galaxy" Alia said

"That's just it. New friends." Gord said smiling.

"That's nice and all..." Greylock cut in. "But you and Lucas and Resort and Express wouldn't be here if it was all fluffy bunnies. Fellmeli said that there was an incident. What's going on?"

Gord's face darkened. "Venus. Venus is going on."

Alia looked surprised. "The resort planet?"

"Not anymore. They've decided they would rather be in charge than fleece vacationers. They built up a navy in the last one hundred years and took over the Sol system. I think the OPA is holding their own, but it's probably just because they're so small and spread out. Earth is under Venus' control and they set up a Vichy government. Previously, they let Earth manage the colonies but it looks like they're tired of that. When I left there was a Venusian dreadnought and troop carrier coming into the joint Starbase."

Alia shrugged. "That's bad for Earth, but I don't see how the colonies care. One government to complain about is basically the same when you're between 25 and 200 light years away."

"Alia, they don't think AIs are people."

"What? That's ludicrous. That question was answered two millennia ago."

"I know, I know. I was there. And yet. They think I'm not a person and have decided to enforce that ruling."

"Well fuck them then. We gotta stop them." Alia finished her dinner. "How do we help?"

Back in the Mindspace, Gord looked at Greylock. "Hey Greylock, you have the cargo manifest?"

"Got it right here Gord. I think I see where you're going. We have a light Frigate, a heavy Destroyer, a cargo ship and a smaller dry dock class printer."

So three ships, and we just so happen to have three folks here who have the ability to pilot them." Gord said, grinning. "Lucas, you want to be a Frigate again?"

Lucas shrugged. "Sure, I can do that."

Gord clapped him on the back "Beauty. Greylock, I've got some ideas about the ships, let's see about applying some upgrades before we link in. Shouldn't take too long to print since you have such large printers. Did you get the wormhole generator and ancillaries done?"

"We got it done a while ago Gord." Alia says. "Ran the simulations too, it should work fine."

"Excellent. Greylock, I'm going to toss you some plans, let's get those printers cooking and get these ships upgraded. I want to have a surprise for Venus when we link in."

Greylock looked at the plans. “You sure, Gord? These look…suspicious.” Gord grinned. “I’m super sure. Don’t worry. They’ll work a treat. I’ve done it before.”

Greylock raised an eyebrow but said "You got it Gord, I'll get the printers going and the remotes can do the installs while we brake."

While Gord and Greylock were talking, Lucas turned to Alia. "Alia, can I ask you about your augmentations?"

She side-eyed Lucas. "Maybe, Lucas. What do you want to know?"

"Well, you volunteered for it right? Why?"

"Oh that's easy. I thought it would be really cool to be able to connect directly to computers and possibly be able to get upgrades to my body."

Lucas was taken aback. "That's it?"

Alia nodded "Why? What's wrong with that? Do you know how much stuff Humanity has done because it seemed like a cool thing to do?"

"I guess." Lucas looked disappointed.

"Wait, you were thinking there was some kind of underlying reasoning for me wanting to become a cyborg? Not really. I saw the ad asking for volunteers on the subway as I was headed to my dead end job and thought it looked neat and so I signed up." She shrugged. "It was super cool, and look!" She gestured "This is WAY better than just being a nobody who works at a coffee shop. I'm co-captain of a colony ship!"

Lucas changed tactics "Okay, but why is Gord always grumbling about the program and why does he always look pained when he speaks about it - if he speaks about it at all?"

Now, Alias face was serious. "The program was a failure. Most humans who underwent the surgery died. Either from infection or from their bodies rejecting the mods or from the mods themselves causing problems."

Lucas' eyes went wide. "How many people were a success?"

Alia thought a moment. "I don't remember." She turned and looked at Gord. "Hey Gord, how many people survived the cybernetics trial?"

"14" Gord said flatly.

"And how many volunteers were there?"

"Two hundred and seventeen made it through the screening. There was over ten thousand applicants before we closed the application process."

"Oh." Was all Lucas could manage. "Why didn't it effect you?"

Alia looked thoughtful. "I don't know really. My mods were all computational and brain augmentations. I wasn't on the group that did limbs or organs." She thumped her chest. "I'm all meat here." She pointed to the base of her brain and her eyes flashed blue. "I'm computer here. Maybe that was part of it."

"Are you glad you did it?"

"Sure. Look. By the time I came on, Gord and his team knew that it probably wasn't going to work. I was in the last accepted group before the program was shut down. I probably have the latest versions of the mods, the ones most likely to succeed. If they had kept the program going, they probably would have been able to make it work for just about everyone. People got spooked though at the deaths, and so the funding was pulled."

"For good reason." Gord said. "We should have stopped sooner. Over two hundred people died for no good reason."

"Gord, we've been over this. They knew the risks. Hell, I remember you telling people that it was going to be harder than you had thought and that people's bodies were rejecting the mods, and anyone could leave the program at any time and receive a full payout. How many people left?"

"Three." Gord said sadly. "The only smart ones in the group."

"Don't be mean Gord." Alia chided. "You know how medical trials go. The people that don't want the tech don't sign up. Everyone who was left knew what they were in for."

"So you think the program should have continued?" Lucas asked, carefully."

Alia nodded. "Yes. I am biased because I made it through, but I see a real benefit to my mods. It's easier for me to come in and out of hibernation, I can interface directly with AIs and computers, I learn languages just by loading the software, I can even be taught gross motor skills. Refinement takes practice, but it's a real shortcut. Look!"

Alia gets up and from a standstill goes a backflip. "That? I didn't know how to do that until I was modded. Now, I can do a backflip. It's not super useful, but it's a great demonstration. I really truly believe that if more people got cybernetic mods this whole AI aren't people thing would disappear. The differences would blend until people would barely be able to tell!."

"Or the anti AI folks would have a whole new group of people to oppress." Gord added darkly.

Alia was sanguine. "I think in the end, most people are generally good and want to do good where they can, how they understand it. If we were able to get the side-effects of the cybernetic mods curtailed, people would jump at the chance."

"The point is moot anyway." Gord said "Nobody will open up that can of worms again."

Alia raised an eyebrow and looked at Lucas. Lucas said nothing and shrugged.

"Okay, so Gord. Tell me about next steps. We have to stop right?"

"That's right Alia. We're going to thrust at a combined eighteen gee to get you slowed down relative to Starbase in 4 days or so, then we'll activate your wormhole generator and link all of us over. Venus doesn't know what we're doing and doesn't know about Mt Greylock, so it'll be a complete surprise. Then, between our ships, the colony ship, the Starjumpers and any help Chloe was able to scare up, we should be able to run Venus off."

Alia looked at Gord. "That's your plan??"

"Yes?"

"Gord, that's so..so you." She said, exasperated. "That's barely a plan at all! It relies on so many external factors going exactly the way you expect them to."

"Chloe knows her stuff. She'll get us help. She can link beacons around to the colony worlds and to the other AIs, they can also send folks to talk to the K'laxi direct. It won't be just us. Trust me Alia." Gord said gently.

"I do Gord, you know I do." She thought. "Okay, eighteen gee is probably fine for you all, but what about me? How am I-" and she glared at Gord here "-and all fifty thousand people in hibernation going to do it?"

"That part is actually easy." Greylock said. "You'll just get back into your hibernation cabinet. Everyone already there will be fine. I'll adjust the pressure settings and make sure they're oriented flat to the plane of acceleration. They can take it fine."

"But, I'll need to be awake to coordinate. I can't go back into hibernation."

"And you won't. You'll maintain your neural link and be completely in the Mindspace, coordinating with Gord, Lucas, Express, and Resort. You just won't be able to use your body for a while then."

Alia looked skeptical. "And you're sure that'll work."

Gord spoke this time. "It'll work. I've talked it over with Greylock. Your mods will take over the heavy lifting while you're under, but you'll still be there, you'll still be you and you'll be helping us while we brake and coordinate our response. In fact you're going to have to pilot one of the ships."

"By myself? I've never done that before!"

Gord smiled "First time for everything. It'll be fine. You're helping out with a big colony ship. A Heavy Destroyer is nothing."

Alia looked surprised. "You just asked Lucas to be the Frigate. I figured you were going to be the Heavy Destroyer."

Gord waved his hands dismissively. "Nah nah, I'll be the cargo ship. Greylock and I have added new toys to it and it's more my speed anyway. I've been a warship. That's not for me anymore."

Express chimed in now laughing. "Don't worry Alia, we won't haze you about your first run as a ship."

"At least, not too hard." Resort said also laughing.

Gord looked at both of them "Be nice you two. I remember when both of you were newbies. Did I make fun of you?"

"Constantly." Express said.

"Every time you saw me." Resort said.

"Yeah, well it was done out of love." Gord said grumbling. "Anyway, we'll get you in your cabinet, and moved over to the Destroyer. You'd ride things out there, and when we link in you can launch and we can kick some Venus ass."

"Gord." Lucas said seriously "What about naming?"

"Hmm? Gord looked over at Lucas."

"The ships in Greylock are just empty shells right? We have to name them when they get occupied."

"Good point." Gord said, nodding. "I knew there was a good reason to keep you around. Yes, the ships will need to be named." Gord thought for a moment. "I'll take the name...Gordian Knot."

Everyone groaned.

Lucas said "Really? Really Gord? Fine. I'll be...Friendly Wave"

Gord laughed. "Hah, I like it. Ironic." He turned to Alia. "Okay hon, your turn. What's your new name going to be?"

"Hmm...I'll be Superliminal. Because I got here the slowest, right?"

"A little on the nose, but it has a nice ring to it." Gord said. "Okay, get to your cabinet. Lucas and I will wheel you in and strap you down and get the connections set. Then we'll go over to our ships and do the same."

"Hey Alia?" Greylock said.

"Yes Greylock?" Alia looked at her old friend. In the mindspace, Greylook smiled sadly. "Thanks for being captain with me. We did good work together."

"Oh Greylock." Alia ran over and hugged her friend. "We did great work. And it's not done yet. We still have to get our passengers home and kick some Venusian ass."

"Damn right we do." Gord said. "Let's go everyone. We've got a busy schedule"

Part 20

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[chaotic-tired-bastard]

Hi !!

I'm such a big fan of your artworks, especially Rozin. (They just mean so much to me, I can't get them out of my mind..) and I would love to ask you this,, What are your thoughts that Rokus' companions in the novel are both Gyatso and Sozin? I would love to see how their characters to be fleshed out and what they were like before especially Sozin. I'm simply so filled with ectasy and excitement for his upcoming book since he's one of my favorites aside from Aang and Kuruk.

Hiiii thank you so much! I’m so glad that you enjoy my art, it always makes me so happy when people tell me that :)

But also I am SO GLAD that you brought this up because there’s so much POTENTIAL THERE. Roku’s gonna be dealing with Sozin, his best friend from childhood, and Gyatso, who is described as a bit of a nuisance but we all know they’re gonna be besties. There’s the potential for an interesting dynamic- Roku's past life as Sozin's BFF competing/conflicting with his new life as the Avatar. There's also Sozin fighting to stay Roku’s friend, his past fighting to stay in the present, and Gyatso being as lovable as he is, the future slowly becoming the present and pushing the past farther back. I foresee some jealousy on Sozin’s side mayhaps, and maybe some frustration on Gyatso’s side because “Why is this Fire Prince being so MEAN TO ME I’m LITERALLY the AVATAR’S BFF!!” I can't get my thoughts in order rn because I have been doing Work and my brain is Dead but I understand and share in your excitement 100% :)

but the idea of jelly Sozin was actually was so juicy that I wrote a lil thing about it I hope you don't mind :)

“And here is your room,” Sozin said with a smile, pushing open the door and revealing the inside with a grand sweep of his arm. “I made sure nobody came in and moved around all of your stuff; the dust on the floor is 100% natural!”

“Wow, thanks,” Roku scoffed, unable to keep a smile off of his own face. “I’m so glad. Thank you, Sozin, I do appreciate the gesture.”

“Right…” Sozin’s smile softened and he peered up at Roku through his eyelashes, his cheeks darkening. He’s always been the shorter one, and he seemed even shorter now that Roku had hit yet another growth spurt. “You know, I really missed you. I’m glad you’re home,” he said quietly, as if he was afraid that someone would overhear.

Roku bowed his head so he could look down at his best friend, a similarly soft smile on his lips. “I missed you too,” he whispered back. “It’s weird not seeing your dumb face every day.”

Sozin turned away, worrying his lower lip between his teeth, his grip tightening on Roku’s door. “Roku, I-”

“Wow, this place is awesome!” Gyatso crowed, narrowly missing bowling Roku over as he basically crashed into his back. “Hey, do I get a room too? Is it near Roku’s? Oooh can it be near that little pond I saw earlier? It’s got these turtle-ducks and-”

Sozin’s eyebrow ticked and he shot Gyatso a look that Roku had dubbed the ‘annoying teacher’ look when they were younger, reserved for prissy professors obsessed with dates. “Yes, I will see to it that you are given appropriate housing,” he forced through gritted teeth, removing his hand from Roku’s door and holding it behind his back. Roku tilted his head minutely, surprised—what had caused his mood to change so drastically?

“Cool!” Gyatso stopped using Roku as a wall and poked his head inside of his room, his eyes wide. “Woah, is this your room, Roku? It’s so fancy!”

Roku sighed, bringing a hand up to rub at his temples. Great Agni, Gyatso, calm down for once in your life. “I’m sorry, Gyatso can be very energetic. You come to love it, though. Now, what were you going to say?” He prompted, returning a smile to his face.

Sozin’s face froze and his shoulders tightened. “I… nevermind. It was stupid. I’m glad you’re back, Roku, and I’ll see you later,” he replied curtly. Then he turned around and walked off, one of his hands curled into a tight fist behind his back as the other gripped his wrist.

#and anon you are so valid in having Aang Roku and Kuruk as your fav Avatars ILY /p #answers from the pit #ATLA #Avatar: The Last Airbender #Roku #Avatar Roku #Sozin #Fire Lord Sozin #Gyatso #Monk Gyatso #Rozin #(implied)

[bxcketbarnes]

Congrats on the milestone! For your celebration can I request a best friends to lovers with TASM!Peter?

Thanks so much for requesting! I hope you like it xox

First Vacation

"I'm glad you agreed to come with me," you call out to Peter from the room you'll be staying in.

Your best friend leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest. "Well, you gave me the pout," he argues with a teasing grin. "I can't say no to the pout."

A giggle leaves your lips and you turn your head to look at him. You release a quick sigh and make your way towards the brunette. "I know you have these responsibilities and all, but I just thought you needed a small vacation," you confess to him while picking balls of fuzz off of his shirt.

"You know me so well," he laughs, moving some of your hair out of your face. "No, I agree with you. I do need a break. It's just… hard."

You pat his chest a couple of times before walking back towards your suitcase. "I think New York will survive for the five days that we're gone," you chuckle softly and continue putting your clothes into the dresser.

"I sure hope so," Peter mumbles and walks into the room. He sits down on the edge of the bed and watches you unpack. He furrows his brows at the sight of a bottle of saline spray. "What's this for?"

"What's what?" You ask, not glancing over your shoulder as you stuff a pair of jeans into the bottom drawer.

His honey-brown eyes read over the aerosol can before looking toward you. "It's a bottle of saline. It says the word piercing on it," he mutters in confusion. "Did you get a piercing and not tell me?"

Your eyes widen and you swiftly turn to face him. Your cheeks blush at his question and your fingers fumble with the hem of your shirt. Peter stands up from the edge of the bed and takes a step towards you.

"I-I was trying to figure out how to tell you," you stutter over your words and avoid his gaze.

Peter raises a brow and he shakes his head. "Tell me what?" He asks, genuinely confused.

The blush on your cheeks darkens and you tilt your head back, releasing a deep breath. "I got my nipples pierced," you whisper to him, feeling the embarrassment run up your spine.

His eyes widen when your voice reaches his ears. Peter's lips move like a fish out of water as his gaze drops down to your chest. "You- Wh-When?" He mutters while rubbing the back of his neck.

"A few weeks ago. My two girlfriends convinced me to do it," you laugh and walk back towards your suitcase.

That's…hot. Peter thinks to himself as his eyes continue to move from your face to your chest. "I- That's cool. I never would've thought you'd do that," he chuckles.

"What can I say," you shrug your shoulders and you give him a playful wink. "Now that's out in the open, would you want to take a walk on the beach with me later tonight?"

Peter smiles and he nods his head. "Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I?" He asks with a chuckle.

"I didn't know if you wanted to do your own thing while we were here," you say to him, shrugging your shoulders again.

The smile falls from Peter's lips as you go back to unpacking your clothes. "I came here with you. Of course, I want to do things with you," he points out.

A scoff leaves your lips and your best friend gets confused at your mood change. "So, you weren't planning to tell me that you brought your suit?" You accuse him, your eyes shifting towards him.

"How did you-"

"I saw it when you opened your bag, Peter," you sigh while slapping your hands against your thighs. "I mean, shit! I wanted you to come with me so you can have a break. Not fight crime in a new place."

He watches you shake your head before zipping up your now empty suitcase. "Y/N, you don't real-"

"Don't tell me that I don't realize your responsibilities. I realize them, Peter," you cut him off again. "I just want you to give your body a break. I care about your well-being."

Peter reaches his hands out to you and gently grasps your arms. "I know you do, and I'm extremely grateful. You've patched me up more times than I can count," he almost whispers. "But, you don't realize that I keep going to keep you safe."

You let out a gasp and your eyes widen at his statement. Peter laces his fingers with yours and tugs you closer. "Me?" You ask him, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Yes, you. There's so much out there that can harm you and I don't want that happening, ever," he explains while squeezing your hands. "I don't want to lose you."

Tears begin to pool in your eyes and you suddenly glance down at your feet. "Pete," you whisper and shake your head.

Peter brings both of his hands to your face and lifts your head. He smiles at you while stroking your cheeks. Your hands find their way to his hips, clutching the shirt he's wearing.

"I love you," he mumbles softly before kissing your forehead.

Your eyes flutter shut and you release a deep breath. Your hands slide up his sides before you wrap your arms around his neck. "I love you too, Peter," you whisper into his ear as your fingers play with the ends of his hair.

His arms circle your waist and he hugs you tightly. One of his hands slides up your spine as his lips pepper kisses along your neck and shoulder.

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[ally-yoop]

Wanted to post a little something for you all as a Christmas Eve treat, and in honor of the new tumblr sexyman. Over the past month I've been watching and re-watching the new Scrooge move on Netflix and I can understand what all they hype is about XD. So here's a little blurbo for the holidays, and maybe just a little something to read for those of you who need a little spicy comfort for the holidays <3. So particularly in this movie we are shown a brief glimpse of a ghoulish Scrooge, which not only is beautifully animated, but also was what I used as the main source of inspiration for this little piece.

I'd like to think that similar to the ghosts who helped Scrooge change his ways, that in the after life he'd offer the same comfort and guidance to those who may need it during the Holidays. Whether it be to show them the error of their ways, or to simply provide comfort and joy where it may be lacking.

He's come to see you again tonight, as he has the past few nights leading up to Christmas. You can sense his arrival by the sudden change in the air, cool wind causing goosebumps on your skin, the roaring fire in the hearth dwindling down to weak flames, and lastly the bright shining of light as he appears before you. His skin is a pale frozen blue, his hair white ghostly wisps, and gold coins where his eyes should be. Their candlelight reflecting off of their golden shine, surrounded by thin white flames. He's dressed in his normally aristocratic fineries, although slightly darkened in color and showing spots of frost due to his ghostly chill. The sight of Scrooge has become a great relief for you over these past few meetings. He first came to you many nights ago, he sensed your sorrow and your loneliness. He explained to you that no one deserved to feel alone during the Holidays, and that everyone deserves to feel loved on Christmas. Every night since he's come to offer you his company, lend his ear when you need to talk or vent, offer you words of praise and comfort, and even shared memories from his past with you. You've felt your feelings for Scrooge grow stronger with every night you spend together, it becomes harder each night to part ways with him.

"Hello again my friend, I trust you have been doing well in my absence?" He floats towards his usual seat next to you on the chaise, in front of the fire. "Tonight is Christmas Eve, and I think someone as lovely as you deserves a small gift to open before tomorrow." Like magic a small, wrapped present appears in the palm of his hand. You weren't expecting him to give you a gift, especially since you did not consider getting him a gift in return. Your try to utter your apologies and gently refuse his offer, but he just chuckles kindly in return. He reaches for your hands and and places the small box between them, clasping his hands around yours, tucking the present safely between the both of you. "Please I insist, your company has been more than enough of a gift for me. I haven't felt his much joy being with some in quite a long time. I only hope this gift can compare to how you've made me feel these past few nights." Flustered, you pull your hands away and begin to open the small box. When you peer inside you catch the gleam of a golden coin, you pluck it from the box and inspect it closely. A pristine golden coin practically identical to the ones that cover Scrooge's eyes. "I know it may not seem like much but I was able to make some arrangements and have the coin enchanted. Whenever you wish to speak, just hold the coin tightly and call upon me by name. I will hear your call and appear before you just as I have done these past few nights." You feel speechless, you couldn't believe Scrooge would gift you something so precious, that he'd value your company just as much as you value his. "Mr. Scrooge, this gift is too grand, I can't possibly accept this. And surely you wouldn't want someone like me to keep bothering you for company every day." The feeling of his cold hands upon your flushed cheeks stops your rambling, "My darling, I don't know what I could have said to give you such an impression...but please know I would spend every waking moment of this afterlife with you if you'd allow me. And I'll happily spend every second of it telling you how much you mean to me. How much someone as lovely as you should be cherished every day of the year. How someone as beautiful as you should be worshipped every night. All while reminding you that you deserve every goddamn second of it!" The flames behind his eyes grow stronger the more passionate he speaks, nearly engulfing the coins they surround. "If you'd have me...If you feel the same as I do for you...please permit me to show my greatest gift just how much I love them."

With a small nod of your head he pulls you in closer and begins to leave an icy trail of kisses down the column of your neck. He carefully undresses you, his hands gently removing you sleeping gown, exploring your body with great care. "So beautiful for me, my little treasure. You've been so good to me, always so good for me." His lips and tongue trail along your body, paying extra attention to the spots that cause such a reaction from you. "Every part of you deserved to be loved my dear, like here..." He kisses your lips, "and here.." He kisses your chest and continues to pepper down a trail of kisses till, "...and especially here." He kisses and laps between your legs, you bite your lip in attempt to stifle your moans. "None of that my love, please let me hear you. Want to hear how good you're being for me. I want to hear how good I'm making you feel, you deserve to feel this good my love. Dripping so well for me, getting ready for my cock so nicely." Like that he brings you to your first orgasm, continue to pleasure you through the aftershocks, "That's it, such a good little gift for me. Taste so good for me, know you're going to take my cock so well." Praise continuously falls from his lips as he prepares you with his fingers, telling you how tight and warm your hole will feel around his cock. The praise doesn't cease even after he's buried deep inside of you. "Look at you, taking all of me so well, doing such a good job of keeping my cock nice and warm. You don't need to worry of anything else my love, just let me worship you. Just keep being so good for me. Be my good little gift and cum around my cock darling." You grip onto his shoulders and let him bring you to your second orgasm of the night. You hold him tightly as he brings you to many more, mind going fuzzy from the pleasure, no thoughts inside your head besides trying to be good for Ebenezer. Those thoughts stay in your mind as his cock softens inside you, holding you close and warm in front of the fire. "Merry Christmas, Love. May I get to love you like this for an eternity of Christmases to come."

#nsft #nsft text #Scrooge #monster lover #monster fucking #ghost fucking? #monsterfucker #monster fucker #nsft writing #scrooge 2022 #I only write for me and my friends at this point #I give the people what they want and didn't know what they wanted till they got it XD #also scrooge deserves to be happy ! #Just like all of you deserve to be happy

[krethes]

@wolfstarmicrofic Day Twenty-One: inhale

Set in the same universe as Wildfire.

"Moony, this is Red, do you copy?"

In.

Hold.

Out.

Hold.

"Moony, this is Red, do you copy?"

In.

Hold.

Out.

Hold.

"Moony, this is Red. Do you copy?! Remus!?"

In.

Hold.

Out.

Hold.

"Red, this is Moony."

"Thank fuck. Your vitals monitor is-"

"-Broken. Yeah. Busted."

In.

Hold.

Out.

Hold.

"Padfoot and Prongs are coming with an evac. I'm staying here with you until they get there."

"Pulse is coming down. Switching to wheel and shutting up."

Crack the canister, suck in half a breath, close. Hold. Hold. Exhale. Repeat. His lungs scream, every fibre of his being shouting that to survive, he needs to leave the canister open, take a nice deep breath, or run, get out of the trap he's found himself in. Surrounded by fallen logs on all sides, the fire encroaches, eating up the detritus that separates him from the team.

Crack, suck, close, hold. Hold. Hold. Exhale. Hold. Repeat.

"I'm still here, Remus. They're on their way."

Crack, suck, close, hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Exhale. Hold. Repeat.

He's got less than an eighth of this tank left. He'd been due for a swap-out before the fire jumped their fucking break. He'd done everything right, they all had, but their job is unpredictable. The only thing about it that is certain, that is guaranteed, is that fire burns and consumes.

Crack, suck, close, hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Exhale. Hold. Hold. Repeat.

Each jump can be their last, he knows this, but he wasn't really expecting this one to be it. Sure, his will is updated, and he and Sirius had their customary pre-jump embrace, looking into the other's eyes and promising to be careful, to be safe, to come back. They both know that one day, they're probably going to have to break that promise. Remus just...wished it wasn't today. He wants to see Sirius's face when he opens the birthday present Remus's already bought for him, months early.

Crack, suck, close, hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Exhale. Hold. Hold. Hold. Repeat.

He knows he can just open the valve all the way and have five, maybe ten delicious, full breaths that will clear the pounding of his head, soothe the burning in his lungs. It would be so easy, but discipline and his need to get back to his friends, his family, to Sirius wins out.

Crack, suck, close, hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Exhale. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold! Repeat.

The edges of his vision blur, darken, and start to close in on him, and sleep seems like a good idea, because this is a bad dream, a nightmare shared by their like.

"Moony! Prongs, he's over here!!!"

The heat lets up. Strong arms envelope him. His mask is swapped for another, sweat-soaked and sooty. "We've got you, Moony. Breathe. Breathe!" He's shaken, and it startles him out of the wheel rhythm he's kept.

Remus opens his eyes to the terrified face of his husband, and his body sings with relief as fresh oxygen fills him, as Sirius's expression transforms into something peaceful, hopeful. He's safe. He can breathe.

It's straight to the hospital for him, hooked to monitors and strapped to another oxygen tank. It's so cool in here, he shivers, but Sirius's hands are warm on his forehead and gentle along his arm where he's earned a new burn scar.

"Hey," Sirius says, voice cracking.

Remus offers him a small smile, though his lips are dry and split painfully. "Everyone out?" he rasps.

Sirius nods. "Everyone out. Second string is in now, taking over. I'll go back in the morning."

"I should be good to-"

"Moony, no. Remus..." Sirius fixes him with a hard look. "You're stuck here for at least three days. Lily's going to chaperone."

Remus grumbles under his breath that he doesn't need a babysitter, but he knows that he does. Without someone he respects and cares about watching over him, he knows he'll rush right back into the thick of it, into the press and crush of the action, fighting the wildfire, keeping Sirius safe. "You'll come back?"

Sirius leans in and drops a tender, soft kiss to his mouth, and it eases the knot in his chest that has nothing to do with oxygen deprivation. He smells like cedar and hand sanitizer, and Remus wishes he'd just climb over the rail and into bed with him. That way, Remus can wrap around him and never let him go, keep him here, keep him safe, inhale his scent and exhale his love. "I always do."

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