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withoutyouimsaskia · 2 years

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Remember Me, Special Dreams

Part II.

GIF: Originally posted by @beaulesbian

Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs)

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: As mentioned in my post earlier today, I have completed my do-over of the chapter I released yesterday. I am much happier with this version and it will definitely make next chapter feel like a natural continuation rather than whiplash. Have a great day, Saskia.

P.S For all you Placebo fans out there, how good is their cover of Tears For Fears’ Shout? I was literally squealing with joy this morning

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There’s a croquet knitted blanket on the ground before you.

The colours are bright, mismatched, verging on garish. But you love it. It’s reminiscent of the one used at picnics that you shared with your grandparents during your youth.

You can almost taste the tangy prawn cocktail crisps and the tropical squash that came in those straw-pierced pouches on your tongue as you think back to those simpler times.

You turn to gaze out across the wilderness behind you. You're atop a mountain. Where you are, there is a grassy plateau that is a perfect place to rest and appreciate the view.

You kneel down to unlace your chunky walking boots and pull one off before planting the now sock-clad foot on the woollen rectangle. The other boot follows as you stand in perfect flamingo style. You then sink into a cross legged position and survey the landscape properly.

Craggy obtrusions punctuate the rolling vista. They are made of a type of rock that tells you that they were formed by volcanic activity. The shapes themselves are inspirational yet also a touch intimidating.

You look further still and see a coastline. Blue on blue, as sky sits upon sea. It is miles away but just being able to see the horizon is pleasure enough. It is uncommon for you to see an uninterrupted skyline. Your city is a confinement of tower blocks and ringed suburbs of houses.

In comparison to the rocks and water with their dominating natural splendour, you cannot help feeling exceptionally tiny and insignificant.

But you know how important it is to feel that way sometimes. To be humbled by things that are greater than yourself. To appreciate the power that Mother Nature has over all things. It was a comfort to know that if humans pushed their boundaries too far, she would step in and take care of it.

You shift your focus to the details closer to you. The soils here are fertile. There are swathes of wildflowers and grasses supporting all manner of trophic levels, from the tiniest beetle right up to the most majestic bird of prey.

You spy one of the latter mentioned in the distance as it soars in the slipstreams. Its white-feathered underbelly winks at you as the bird spins into a dive.

It disappears into a cluster of butter coloured gorse and you feel a pang of sorrow when it resurfaces with something brown and furry in its talons.

The circle of life. You justify internally, before remembering that the hunt you just witnessed was not actually real. You were most definitely tucked up in bed, not soaking up sunshine in this rugged countryside.

Despite the comfort of your lucidity, your sadness persists.

You can't help but draw a parallel between the images and your recent decisions in the real world.

The sudden and unexpected snatching away of a way of living.

You were the raptor.

Eyelids close as you try to screw the lid back on the jar of memories.

"Just a dream," you say. "No need to over analyse."

When your eyes open again, you notice a book has appeared beside the blanket. Its cover is pristine, spine un-creased, pages devoid of pressure dents.

An invitation to stay a little while longer. One that you couldn’t ignore even if you wanted to. The temptation was too much.

Reaching for the volume, you flip it over, pausing as you notice a few pieces of desiccated grass on the multicoloured surface you are sitting on. You brush the strands off with the heel of your hand.

You begin by inspecting the blurb. Tracing the pads of your fingers over the illustrated borders. They were full of jewel toned flowers. Drawings of cream coloured ribbons had been threaded lazily between the pictures and offset the darker palette nicely.

The passage of text had done its job and hooked you right in. You open the book gingerly and find the first page.

You read. For how long, you cannot tell. Time never felt the same in dreams as it did when you were awake.

Then, you see something in the corner of your eye. A few paces away, stands a person.

The glorious sunlight backlights the sharp lines of a figure into a perfect, angular silhouette. It’s dressed head to toe in black, a colour match to the crown of messy hair that flutters ever so slightly in the breeze.

It was the same man as the one from your bedroom.

You’re a little taken aback but you go with it.

"We have to stop meeting like this."

His face is quirked by a crooked smile.

"Like what?" His voice sounds muted and wobbly compared to when you imagined him in your bedroom, like there’s a wall of water between the two of you.

"In my dreams, of course."

His eyes flick around, processing your surroundings with speed.

"You are quite certain that this place is fiction?"

"Of course I am. There is no way that a spot this beautiful and sunny would be this empty in the real world. And I’ve definitely been here before when I’ve fallen asleep. It's one of my favourite dreams."

"It's an admirable choice."

You tilt your head to the side slightly in surprise.

"Oh, so you're no longer arguing with me about the status of my subconscious?"

"You are correct."

You smile triumphantly. Your dormant brain finally appeared to be listening to reason.

Your playful tone persists, "Wonderful. I'm going to return to my book now. Please feel free to stay if you wish."

You look back down at the tome. Your index finger tracks down the page as you search for the last sentence you remember reading.

But within seconds your eyes are pulled upwards once more by a movement in your peripheral vision.

The man is now standing over you.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

The book falls to rest on your thighs.

"Really? And why is that?"

"It's time to wake up."

You pick up the volume again and hold it up in front of your face.

He calls your name. Your lips purse at his tone; you feel like you're back at school, when you were scolded for reading a book under the table in maths class.

"You have to return to the waking world.”

You lower the object a fraction so you can look him in the eyes as you deliver an assertive response.

"No, thank you."

Your barricade of pages is put back in place.

You speak again, "This is my dream. I am in control here and I want to stay."

The man sighs softly. He speaks again but not to you, "Humans are so stubborn."

You concentrate harder on reading, hoping that ignoring him will make him acquiesce.

But then his left hand is on yours, the other easing the book from your grasp.

Your mouth drops open.

"Umm, rude."

His impassive face is infuriating.

"Please can you give that back?"

"I could, however there would be little point."

You get ready to query his cryptic statement but the reason soon becomes clear.

The words begin to fade from the cover. One letter at a time until it becomes a blank block of card-bound paper.

You don't have to check inside to know that the pages would be completely desolate too.

"Fine." You throw your hands up in defeat and push yourself to a standing position. You situate yourself right in front of him.

"Do you realise how annoying you are?"

"It has been inferred," he deadpans.

"You're funny too, you know... for a figment of my imagination."

He speaks your name again. "I am real."

"As you keep saying. But how am I supposed to believe that when I'm clearly not awake right now?"

"Do you remember what transpired in your bedroom?"

The absurdity of your imminent response is not lost to you. Humour glistens in his ocean eyes as you rattle through the list.

"You appeared, I told you that you were attractive, we argued a bit, you blew sand in my face and then I found myself here.”

He nods in agreement.

“I used the sand to make you sleep. To dream of this place. The only reason you are here is because I made it so and now, this dream has served its purpose."

Your voice becomes a whisper, "What is that supposed to mean? What purpose?"

"You'll find out soon enough.”

If it wasn’t for his comforting smile, you would have found his words a little disconcerting.

“Are you ready to wake up?”

You fiddle absentmindedly with the hem of your shirt.

“Yes.”

He waves his hand and speaks in his wistful voice.

“This dream is over.”

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"Like the stars chase the sun. Over the glowing hill, I will conquer. Blood is running deep. Some things never sleep."

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kosmosguk · 3 years

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5 days of spooktober~ #4: snare

day #4: incubus taehyung x reader x incubus jimin

word count: 1.4k

summ. it’s strange waking up in your car the morning after Halloween with no recollection of last night’s memories except for a foggy dream. But what if what happened in that dream was real?

warnings: smut, dubcon/noncon themes (mindbreak, cunnilingus, handjob, vmin giving each other the suck a couple paragraphs in), 18+, explicit language, alcohol, taehyung wwe-smackdowns you at some point

a/n: prr someone needs to stop me from rushing thru fics and not checking over my work. I ‘tis a woman on a time crunch so excuse any mistakes. Can y’all believe Halloween is in a couple of days AND we’re one fic away from the end of this fun lil’ holiday spree? Also, this drabble wasn’t very yandere-ish for some reason whoops. Thank you guys sm for 3.6k; I’m INFATUATED and somehow rly funny rn.

It seemed horrifically cheesy that you were out in the woods on Halloween on a night in which the moon was full and glinted a waxy blue. You had been drinking something bitter that burned on its way down your throat, and your head was spinning from the music of the party blaring around you.

You had only meant to step away from the party briefly, just to take a breath, but somehow you ended up deep in the woods. You stepped into something that made a squelch and wrinkled your nose in disgust.

God, you really didn’t want to end up as the first murdered side character of some half-assed horror movie thrown together on iMovie. And you even looked the part, with slightly smeared mascara and a short dress that you had to yank down so it wouldn’t expose an ass cheek to the unforgiving autumnal wind. You heard a noise, like the sound of a branch snapping underfoot, and your buzzed mind sobered as it quickly turned towards it.

“Fuck. Oh god, right there.’’

Wow, since when did the antagonist of a horror movie swear? They were always busy doing evil and ruining lives to swear. You blinked as the sound of skin against skin and ragged breathing filled your ears. Oh…oh. Yeah, you really had to get out of here.

You were about to gingerly step away when you heard the sounds shush, and you froze. Come on, come on, resume your activity, you pleaded in your head.

“Who’s there?’’

And you were running now, branches and twigs cracking underneath your frantic feet. No way were you going to meet face-to-face with two people getting it on in the middle of the woods. That would be an awkward confrontation to have.

You made it about another minute before something slammed into you and shoved you into the ground, knocking your breath right out of your chest and into the fall air.

“Literally, what’s your problem?’’ your voice mumbled out. You should have been terrified, and you were—the kind of scared that made you want to piss your pants. But you couldn’t show weakness; hell, if you didn’t die making the audience laugh then what was the point.

“Were you watching us?’’

You shook your head. Well, you tried to. Not much you could do when your face was in mud and your body was being pinned down.

“That’s not the kinky shit I’m into. I got a headache from the music and the sucky booze so I left for a breather. Didn’t mean to catch the two of you fucking, and if you want an apology, then I’ll give you one but only if you get the fuck off my back and apologize for body-slamming me. What are we? The fucking NFL?”

You were nervous sputtering now, and it must have shown because you heard his partner laugh, the voice light and soft and almost sweet if it didn’t sound so sensual.

“Come on, Taehyung. It was just a mistake. Besides, isn’t she funny…,’’ you felt this Taehyung get off your back, and you were being pulled up so you could face the two of them. The moonlight dappled through the leaves of the trees and sent waning droplets of pale light onto your dirtied face.

You could see the two you had interrupted…and wow, they were handsome to the point where it was almost otherworldly. If only one of them didn’t decide to WWE smackdown you into the forest floor.

You saw his partner smile impishly, a glint in his soft eyes, and he said with a lowered voice,” Hey, hey, Taehyung, isn’t she so pretty for a human? It’s been so long since I’ve had someone as cute as her.”

Okay, what the absolute fuck?

You laughed nervously. It was time for you to get out.

“Jimin, you’re right,’’ Taehyung’s lips stretched in an almost feral-like smile,” She is pretty.”

You saw a glint in their eyes, and suddenly, you were unable to move. You felt hot, tingling all over your body with a buzz that the alcohol had not given you, and your breaths were coming out in more rapid heated gusts.

You felt Jimin push you against the nearest tree, and his fingers toyed at the waistband of your jeans.

“May I?’’ his lips curved in a playful smirk, and when you nodded hesitantly, you saw his eyes darken as his soft pink tongue peeked out and pressed against his plush lips in a mischievous look. He was falling down to his knees, dragging your jeans and panties down with him.

You felt shame bloom in your gut but with it the heat intensified, and you were urging him to hurry by spreading your legs a little farther. You felt Taehyung press up closer to your side and the sound of a zipper echoed through the night air. He moved your hand to his throbbing cock, his voice hushed but breathy as you grasped it in your palm.

Jimin was pressing his tongue flat against your pussy, and you jolted, your eyes fluttering shut as he trailed his tongue up your slit and pressed it against your aching clit. He suckled on your clit, and you choked on a moan as he swirled his tongue around it. Your fingers trembled and tightened further around Taehyung’s cock, and you heard Taehyung groan.

Jimin’s movements against your pussy paralleled the intensity of your fist’s movement around Taehyung’s cock. He was savoring your taste, devouring you and playfully toying with you until every one of your nerves was alight. You were close, so close, and your head scraped against the trunk of the tree as your grip wavered around Taehyung’s cock.

“Please,’’ you begged, and your voice hitched on a loud incoherent keen as your legs trembled and quaked, and you felt yourself wet Jimin’s lips in a mixture of juices and cum. You heard Taehyung breath out a more ragged low moan, and something hot and sticky coated your palms and the fabric of your clothes.

You let go, almost sagging against the trunk of the tree, but you heard the two of them move, Taehyung taking Jimin’s place and firmly placing his arms underneath your ass to hoist you in align with his cock.

You tried to whimper, make a sound, but Taehyung leaned in closer—you caught a lustful glimpse of bright red in his eyes—and whispered softly in your ears, his cold breath brushing against the curve of your ear and leaving you trembling further.

“It’s my turn to devour you now, hm?’’

You felt lights in your eyes, forced to wake up in the back of your car.

“What?’’ you mumbled out as you heard someone banging on the window. It was dawn now, the sky a grayish-pink hue. You recognized the face of the friend you had gone with through your blurred vision and the throbbing ache of your head. You opened the car door and winced at the ache between your legs.

“I’ve been looking all over for you! Where were you?’’ your friend demanded.

You blinked once, then twice. You remembered taking a breather from the party and then…nothing. Well, not really nothing. You had a good wet dream, the kind that pinned you down and fucked you until you were a moaning whore of a mess. But that was but an alcohol-fueled dream.

Your friend sighed, shaking their head. “I guess whatever they spiked the drinks with did you wrong. Luckily, you’re safe. I heard that there was some kinda ghost in the woods. One of the drunk guys stumbled in and heard a ghost moaning, but he was wasted so it must’ve been a delusion.”

Your cheeks turned red as you felt something sticky on your pussy make a soft squelch as you made a move to try to get up. God, your hips were sore. That dream must’ve been something else. Unless?

“Are you okay? You look feverish.”

You blinked up at your friend for a moment and then shook your head, a silly smile on your face. You didn’t notice the eyes on you, the playful smile toying at the lips of the two beings hidden in the shadowy edges of the forest.

Yeah, one heck of a dream alright.

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fanficparker · 5 years

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Faking, Falling > Part 4

Harrison Osterfield x Reader (Fake dating! Unrequited love switcheroo!)

Word count: ~1.4k words

Warning: Angst, swearing.

Summary: He deserved it, right?

<< PART 3 [ MASTERLIST ] PART 5 >>

The next morning seemed brighter and lighter. After stretching your arms and groaning lightly, you already felt more energetic than the day before. Seeing the notification on your phone reading, '2 missed calls from Simon', you rolled your eyes, tossing the phone back on the bed and making your way to the shower.

"Your work is personally my favourite. I mean it doesn't look like you are any less than professionals."

The moment the warmth of the shower touched your skin, those words echoed in your head.

"You're just bluffing," You mumbled, smiling sheepishly while rubbing the shampoo off your hairs.

"Don't believe me but my fortune cookie did tell me that."

You almost jumped thinking you really heard him or that he was there. You looked around, feeling exposed but then relaxed finding no one.

Maybe Jade was right, I am a hopeless romantic.

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You reached your workplace, eyes trying to find Jade and share the events of the last evening, but all you met was a grumpy Simon.

Huh...

"Did you sleep well last night, Y/n?"

You were just supposed to walk past him and do your job until he threw this taunt. You stopped at his words, ready to throw back violently.

"You know what---"

"Oh Y/n, Hi... I actually was searching for you."

You heard Harrison from the door and he almost ran inside the room.

"Yeah what's the work with me?" You ask Harrison, still eyeing at Simon.

"Yeah... It's hmm it's... ah... what was it... umm..." Harrison rubbed his neck giving side glanced to both you and Simon while, you waited for his response but all he did was 'umm-hmm'.

"Are you going to say something or fucking disturb our conversation?!" Simon snapped, completely irritated with Harrison's interruption.

"He's here to talk to me, he can take as much time as he needs." You reverse snapped at Simon and turned to face Harrison. And as gently as possible with a smile on your lips asked, "Yeah, what were you saying?"

"What seriously Y/n, you are taking his side?!" Simon grunted, throwing his head back. Harrison didn't like where this conversation was going. He bit the insides of his cheeks, afraid his message secret was soon going to be revealed.

"Taking his side? You ditched me on our date yesterday, Simon! He was the one who literally was there for me!"

Harrison squeezed his eyes shut, his nails lightly digging on the skin of his palms when he tightly clenched his fists. His heart was sinking, he wasn't ready for this.

"Oh ho ho, what? He was there for you? And I ditched, is this some kind of joke? The only thing I remember is me covering up for you the whole week after Harrison dumped you in that party and you were crying like crazy!!" Simon said and Harrison's stomach sunk.

Guilt... Yes, it was guilt. What he did to you wasn't justified in any way and yet you were practically never bad to him or anyone. But there was no time left to apologize, the balloon was filled beyond its capacity and ready to explode at any time. Simon's words embarrassed you. All these times you never let Harrison know that you were crying over him. But the thing was Harrison never apologized for what he did at that party yet... But maybe he has changed? Last night, he was genuine, right? He praised you, gave you company, made you laugh... Maybe that's his way of apologizing...

"You ditched me on our date, don't change the topic..." You said to Simon, preventing your eyes to meet Harrison's.

The sinking feeling in Harrison's gut was now interfering with his breathing process. He took in a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. His vision was a bit blurry now, maybe because of the little tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. He rubbed his eyes from the cuff of his shirt and tried his best to keep his breathing steady. What was happening to him? He asked himself. He couldn't accept the fact that it was the end of this. After everything is revealed, there is no way you are going to forgive him and he has already accepted that he doesn't deserve forgiveness. Barely a week of post-production was left and realizing that you were leaving him, hating him forever was something he couldn't digest.

"I didn't ditch you, YOU DID!!! I was there sharp at nine-thirty, waited for a complete hour---" Simon couldn't complete when you interrupted.

"Nine-thirty? What will you do at nine-thirty? It was supposed to be at seven. I was the one there. Stop making up thing..."

"I messaged you about the change. You said you were good about nine-thirty. You are the one making up things, Y/n!" Simon's voice was pure irritatation. You narrowed your eyes at his allegations.

"If that was the case I would have got the messages, right? And I didn't and I have no idea what reply you are talking about." You said, folding your arms to your chest, rolling your eyes.

"Then what the hell is this?" Simon groaned, taking out his phone and showing you his inbox.

"What is wha---"

Harrison exhaled sharply. Yes, it all was finally over. No going back, nothing.

[ Yesterday ]

Simon [6:35 pm]: Hey Y/n. I m really sorry but I got stuck in some important work. Can we plz meet at 9:30 instead of 7?

Simon [6:35 pm]: Tell me if this works for you. And I m really sorry for changing the plans on last minute.

Simon [6:36 pm]: Waiting for your reply <3

Y/n [6:38 pm]: No problem. See you at 9:30 then.

Simon [6:38 pm]: Great. Can't wait to see you ;)

"But... How? I didn't get them, neither I replied..." You took your phone out showing it to Simon, none of the messages on your side of the inbox. You and Simon stood there confused while all Harrison did was stare at his shoes, his fingers anxiously fiddling.

"I-I... I really have no idea. Harrison was there with me and---" You stopped in your tracks, facing Harrison. As your eyes met his, all the dots were connected.

"You-you brought my phone back. Did you..." You trailed off, voice low. His gaze fell down again and you got the answer you were searching for.

"Why? Why did you do that?" You whispered but he didn't answer.

"Can anyone explain what's happening?" Simon said, dramatically waving his hand in front of your face.

You sighed, "Harrison messaged you and deleted them."

Simon almost chuckled but instantly stopped himself when you glared at him.

"I-I didn't mean to laugh. I was just shocked why you trusted him. Y/n, he's Harrison the same person who just loves to hurt you, the party, those messages. You are just too naïve but you need to really understand that he hates you---"

"I don't ha---"

The crack of skin contacting skin echoed off the walls. Vibrations of pain started at your palm. It was all happening way faster than you could ever think of. You gazed at your bright red palm that resembled the redness on Harrison's cheek. You had slapped Harrison Osterfield and you didn't feel any kind of remorse.

Harrison stared at you with his eyes wide as his hand slowly made his way to touch the stinging sensation on his face.

"I hate you Harrison Osterfield. I hate you so much!" Your voice was almost like a whisper but still sounded venomous. Harrison glanced at you and then at Simon, who gave him a teasing pout. Yeah, you did right. He had already done enough. He didn't utter a single word and left the room. All confusions clear, nothing holding any of you together.

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corancoranthemagicalman · 3 years

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So @sigrunsavestheday tagged me for this game during my great Laptop Absence and it’s since been saved in my draft as I’ve slowly tried catching up to things amidst balancing graduation upcoming. Having been tagged by @darkshrimpemotions too, I figured that was the perfect excuse to kick my rear in gear, update the list, and actually post it. :)

The first lines from your last 20 works and see if you spot any patterns!! :) I don’t really know who to tag, but here’s my works listed below the read more.

I’ve noticed that I start with either dialogues or “the” statements a lot. I play with tense and perspectives a lot between all of these (especially the more recent pieces), but you can definitely tell the more present tenses are my shorter works. Typically. Or definitely ones I was getting experimental with. Again, thanks to you both for the tag, and if anyone wants to do this, please tag me as your tagger ;))

1. Will You Take Me Away (Will You Make Me Your Wife): T+ SPN 789 words

The gulls are crying out in the fresh morning, and from where Cas’ stands he can see Kelly keeping a sentinel watch over the water. Her ankles are buried in the surf as the ocean kisses her skin with mist. It’s peaceful, really. The way her hair is swept in the breeze, and she seems like a painting. Motion paused; life still.

Cas peers through the yellow curtains one more time, just to watch Sam chase Jack across the open field that makes up the front yard. Its grass bleeds into the surf where Kelly stands. He can’t see her face, but Cas imagines that she is smiling. Her son—so full of good—young and carefree in a kind world. A paradise.

2. de·noue·ment: T+ SPN 1k words

The Old God was a writer.

He sat at his desk, scribbling away on a page. Or he typed away at keys. He crafted and drafted words— worlds . Creation came to life beneath his fingertips. After the world was created, and filled with his characters, he continued to write. Continued to fill out the page, writing a masterpiece that would culminate into the tale of two brothers.

3. Another Word For Divine: T+ SPN 2.9k words

“What’s all this, then?” Mary asked as she walked into the Bunker’s kitchen on a Sunday morning.

Jack smiled, beaming a sunny disposition as he turned away from the stovetop he was monitoring. “Hi! Sam said I could help with breakfast. I’m watching the bacon.”

Mary let out a breathy chuckle. Despite him looking so much older, Jack was still just a child. In a way, it was the opposite of how she felt seeing Sam and Dean. When she looked at Sam and Dean, it was like she was searching for her babies but could only see men. When she looked at Jack, his blue eyes a mirror of Castiel’s, she tried to see a man. The Devil’s son. But all she could see was a child . The child of her friend. The child of her children.

4. An Invisible Man Sleeping In Your Bed: M SPN 1.5k words

Dean Smith is a simple man. An average man. He orders salads from the cafe down the street. Talks to the other people on his floor when he steps out for his coffee. Has a unicorn laugh that erupts from his office on occasion. He’s sociable, competent, and attractive. There’s only one problem all the single women on the floor have with him.

5. (How Am I Supposed To) Carry On: M SPN 15.9K words

The thing about Florida was that it was hot as balls. The humidity was gross, and Dean could not believe anyone would want to vacation there. Maybe the beaches weren’t so bad, but wendigos didn’t stalk beaches. Sam made some smart sounding comment about silkies to which Cas refuted that silkies were hardly carnivorous and it was the sharks one had to watch out for.

6. Into The Sea Of Waking Dreams: E SPN 5.9k words

Swallowing thickly, Dean traced his fingers over the inscription within the volume that Sam had placed in front of him. His throat felt dry, but his mouth would not salivate. He turned his gaze to Sam, words rasped. “Are you sure?”

7. Modern Methods of Instruction: M SPN 2.7k words

The history of mold and its use for spellwork was an intriguing subject, though hardly relevant to Sam’s current inquiry. Sighing, Sam replaced that particular novel back into its place before retrieving another unearthly arcana book. He flipped through the pages, mentally marking how yellowed they were. Sam wondered if he should begin cataloging the books within the library. Shifting through artifacts was a daunting enough task, but creating a Hunter’s Dewey Decimal System was something more within his wheelhouse.

8. Between The Shadow And The Soul: M SPN 2.3k words

The Righteous Man was touched by angels. Literally and figuratively. Castiel himself had touched the Righteous Man’s soul, bore his grace into him, and stitched his torn soul together. Placed his body back piece by piece with a few added bonuses. Healed the old liver. Twisted the knee back into place. A few pieces here and there that would have no true bearing on his role as the Michael Sword, but which Castiel hoped the Righteous Man would appreciate.

9. You Don't Wanna Be Alone: G SPN 1.7k words

When Dean was four, he watched his mother hold his baby brother to the blooming sunflowers she kept in the backyard. Mom said they were called Sunriches. They were named that because they were like golden suns. Dean thought the sun was golden, but when he tried looking at it, the sun was just a bright, white color. Blinding. Dad said he couldn’t look at the sun without hurting himself, so he stopped trying.

10. I'm Lost And I'm Found: M SPN 1.4k words

The first time Castiel feels hunger, he is standing beside the ocean.

His brother—tall and formidable in his form—watches over the ocean with unblinking eyes.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” His brother sighs wistfully. “The quiet?”

Castiel knows what he means. It has not been so long since Lucifer rebelled against God’s Will. The noise had been terrible; the fighting was great. Now Heaven rolls with ominous thunder that looms within the clouds, waiting to rain down upon the peace that has settled since Lucifer’s Fall.

11. All That I Want For You, My Son (Is To Be Satisfied): T+ SPN 2.8k words

“C’mon, Cas,” Dean’s voice is soft. “Dad’ll be gone soon. And we’ve already fixed everything that my dumb wish messed up anyways. Might as well let him meet the kid, right?”

12. A Two Dimensional Kind of Guy: T+ SPN 2.3k words

“Hey, man, so like…” Shaggy trailed his words off as the dude halted in his steps. His shoulders were large and intimidating but his face made him seem softer and more approachable. It was easier speaking to the guy, Castiel, when faced with his - well, face.

13. You Hang From My Lips: M SPN 1.8k words

You can’t touch him unless his blood is coating your hands.

Maybe it’s because your unholy hands could never touch something so divine unless bathed in its blood. Like red wine cleansing the body’s sins. You’ve heard wine is good for that. Some God-follower interpreted it and some doctor agreed with it.

Maybe it’s because all you know how to do is hurt. Your touch is poison and it drags him down, down, down. Until there’s nothing left of that burning star but a husk.

14. A Second Once In A Lifetime: G The Witcher 1.2k words

The winter had gone quickly in Kaer Morhen this year. Geralt was certain this was because of the non-Witchers who had stayed during the season. His focus had been Ciri’s training and helping Yennefer to heal, and both responsibilities had taken up much of his stay this winter. It had certainly broken up the monotony of repairing the old keep with Vesemir.

15. The History of Tango: M The Witcher 48.9k words

If there was one thing that Jaskier could find agreeable about the eccentric Countess Yennefer of Vengerberg, it was her taste. Well, that and her disregard for social etiquette. Together, it made the woman rather impressive. The Countess had not married into her title, having been bequeathed it in some dramatic fashion that Jaskier had heard no less than three versions of. The people did love their gossip, especially when it surrounded such a scandalous figure.

16. Your Eyes Aren't Rivers There To Weep: T+ SPN 2.7k words

It was a cold night in January when it began. Castiel recalled the humans had recently marked the year 1979. The evening was an ordinary one save for the birth of one, small child. Crying, the babe called out for his mother. Like most humans, the babe hungered. Humans milled about before affixing the newborn into the arms of a tired but brightly smiling mother.

17. You've Been Ever So Kind: T+ The Witcher 2.1k words

“Geralt,” Jaskier whined. “I am sweating like a paid lady in a temple!” He pouted, fanning himself with some tool of an Eastern design that Geralt was not familiar with. The bard cupped his hand over his brow with the opposite hand not already preoccupied with the fan in order to shield his eyes from the overbearing sun.

18. I Heard There Was A Secret Gourd (That David Carved): G The Witcher 2.2k

The laughter of children as they ran along the sidewalk outside was but a muted noise within the apartment inhabited by Geralt Rivia and his goddaughter Cirilla. The young tween sighed boredly as she stared at the scattered patterns. Miscellaneous eyes and mouths meant to be traced on the gourd met her gaze as she sighed again. Drumming her fingers against her cheek, Cirilla turned to face her godfather.

19. A Wet Red Devil: M DC Comics 2.2k words

There was a reason Zatanna did not often invite Constantine to join their missions.

John Constantine was the single most irritating human to have ever existed. A brilliantly talented warlock with a bastard smug grin. A knack to create anarchy amongst even the most peaceful of beings. Zatanna was certain that even Superman himself had wanted to make Constantine choke on his smarmy words.

Sighing, Zatanna placed her forehead to her palm. While she had always tried to keep from inviting Constantine along - well - needs must and all that.

But was this worth it?

20. Vado Dove Vai Tu (I Go Where You Go): M YOI 1.5k words

The worship of the gods is common. Which deity is worshipped varies from city to estate, like which sort of wine decorates a table, but the pantheon under Zeus’ watchful eye is predominantly those deities that are worshipped. Sacrifices are offered for blessings or boons, whether it be for harvest, happiness, or war. The velvet tongues of mortals cry out their gods’ names and bleed forth on altars all for the sake of worship.

#tag game #fics #all of these words holy crow #words are so hard to process #magical moots

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pllsetskyonice · 7 years

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I don’t wanna hide us away

Otayuri Week Day 5: Fears or Encouragements

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Featuring: several I Love Yous and a fandom that cannot stop poking their noses into business that isn’t theirs

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It’s hard, dating Otabek.

It’s hard because Yuri’s only seventeen and some people have Opinions about him dating someone who’s twenty. It’s hard because Otabek is from a Muslim family, and although he isn’t practicing himself, he has no idea how his family will react. It’s hard because their relationship mostly consists of five hour Skype calls, a snap streak that’s over two hundred days long, playlists they share with each other on Spotify and kisses behind closed doors when they’re together.

It’s hard, and Yuuri and Victor have no idea how lucky they are.

Unlike the other couple, Yuri and Otabek can’t kiss at the rink side, they can’t post cute photos of them together on Instagram, they can’t get engaged and have Phichit scream about it all over social media. They can’t have any of that, and it’s so hard.

Yuri can count the number of people who know the true nature of his relationship with Otabek on one hand. There’s Yuuri and Victor, Yuri’s grandpa, then Mila, and that’s it. Their relationship for the most part is a complete secret, and although that’s sometimes a thrill, it’s mostly looking around corners and making sure no one is looking over their shoulders when they’re snapchatting each other: they can get explicit sometimes, it’s how Mila found out and Yuri does not want to deal with that again.

“Is that – oh my God, Yuri!” Mila had looked so shocked when she happened to glance over at her friend’s phone at the wrong moment and saw him open the snapchat that showed Otabek jerking himself off with the caption I miss you. “Is that from Otabek?”

“You saw nothing,” Yuri snapped, quickly locking his phone. “Shut up.”

“That was not nothing! Does he fuck you with that? How are you still able to walk? Was he a porn star in a past life or something?”

“Shut UP, Mila!”

And although it’s hard dating Otabek, it doesn’t mean Yuri loves him any less.

If anything, he loves him more.

Otabek visits for a week and everything about it is perfect. Yuri goes to bed the night after Otabek has got on a plane back to Kazakhstan with a smile on his face and the scent of Beka clinging to the sheets, his phone on do not disturb as he slips into sleep.

So he doesn’t see what’s happening until morning.

It starts off small. There’s a slightly blurry photo of them hugging goodbye at the airport posted to Instagram with the caption When you have to say goodbye to bae. Someone in the comments claims they overheard Yuri and Otabek saying I love you as they said goodbye, but it gets lost amongst the hundreds of other comments on the post and the world moves on.

It’s quiet for a few days, and then someone posts on Twitter Conspiracy: Otabek and Yuri have been dating for ages are we’re just too fucking blind to notice it. It soon starts drowning in likes and retweets once it’s made its way onto a few popular fan accounts, and before Yuri knows what’s happening, it’s gone viral. It’s trending. In the space of an hour, three different tumblr blogs are set up, along with at least five Twitter accounts and several Instagrams.

“Beka, I’m scared,” Yuri says that night when they’re on Skype together. “I just saw a Tweet that said ‘I’m going to prove that Otabek and Yuri are dating if it’s the last thing I do.’ Who says something like that? It’s fucking creepy.”

“I’m scared too, Yura,” Otabek admits. “You know I don’t care about the age difference between us but some people do, they’ve made that very clear.”

“Why? What are they saying?”

Otabek looks visibly uncomfortable even in the shitty webcam quality. “They’re calling me a paedophile,” he says quietly. “And I know that’s ridiculous, but I still can’t help but let it get to me.”

“Well that’s just fucking stupid,” Yuri snaps. “I’m not a kid, I’m above the age of consent in Kazakhstan and Russia and there’s only like two and a half years between us anyway. It’s only because I’m still seventeen that people actually give a shit.”

“I guess.”

“We haven’t done anything wrong, Beka,” Yuri assures his boyfriend. “And we’ll get through this, I know we will.”

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10 Reasons Otabek Altin and Yuri Plisetsky are Definitely Dating

1. They’re literally childhood sweethearts! They first met at Yakov’s summer training camp when Yuri was 10

2. The airport goodbye a couple of weeks ago where someone apparently heard them saying I love you to each other

3. We all know Otabek loves music, right? Well, a close examination of his public playlists on Spotify include one called Kitten, which includes an odd mixture of rock music, love songs, and classical pieces

4. They’re always together when they’re at competitions? Like ALL THE TIME

5. “Davai!” need I say more

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Anonymous asked:

So what’s up with prying into their private lives that’s not cool

yurabek answered:

Who said we were prying into their private lives? We’re not

2 notes #anon I am confused #ask #wank for ts

Anonymous asked:

Otabek naming a playlist ‘kitten’ though this shit is what I live for {x}

yurabek answered

SAME ANON, SAME

12 notes #it is truly a blessing #ask #{x}

Anonymous asked:

Going through Otabek’s spotify listening in on their conversations at airports any of this ringing any bells

yurabek answered:

…it’s not us doing this it’s other people in the fandom we’re just here to bring it all together in one place

3 notes #yurabek4life #ask #wank for ts

Anonymous asked:

That doesn’t make it okay

yurabek answered:

Well if it wasn’t us doing it someone else would be: there’s several blogs just like ours, I’m sure you’re aware of that.

3 notes #ask #wank for ts

j-jstyle asked:

don’t wanna stir things up or anything but I have to say I kind of agree with anon on this, it does all seem like an invasion of privacy. Like if they are together they have no obligation to tell us bc it’s legit none of our fucking business

yurabek answered:

That may be so, but like we’ve said before, if we weren’t doing this someone else would be doing it so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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plisetskyyuri reblogged this and added:

THANK YOU @j-jstyle FOR SAYING WHAT WE’RE ALL THINKING

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“Dance with me.”

“What?” Otabek asks, looking at his boyfriend in surprise. “Dance with you?”

“Yes,” Yuri says. It’s the banquet after the Grand Prix Final and Yuri’s riding on the high of winning gold for the third year running and the knowledge that Otabek was only one step down from him on the podium with the silver medal around his neck. “Please.”

“But…” Otabek trails off. Yuri knows what’s going through his head right now, probably something along the lines of if we do this, they’ll know and we can’t go back from this once we’ve done it.

“Please, Beka,” Yuri whispers, holding out his hand. “We can’t hide from them forever.”

“What if they think –”

“Fuck what they think!” Yuri snaps. “It doesn’t fucking matter what they think, alright? What matters is that I love you. I fucking love you, Beka, don’t you dare forget it!”

“Alright,” Otabek says, taking Yuri’s hand. “Let’s dance.”

(“I told you so, Mickey! You owe me thirty euros!”)

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[Image of Otabek and Yuri dancing together]

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phichit+chu wHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME I FEEL SO OFFENDED

Yuri+angels10 OMG OMG OMG #yurabek IS REAL

“Otabek, it’s your father. I didn’t want to leave a message but it seems you’re busy right now so I suppose I’ll have to. I just want to say that I’m glad you’re happy. I might not fully understand now, but I have faith that one day, my god will make me understand. Your mother sends her love, and your sister hopes that Yuri will come and visit soon. I hope to talk to you later.”

“Told you it’d be okay,” Yuri says later that night when they’re snuggled up in bed together. “Most people were just upset we hadn’t told them sooner.”

“I know,” Otabek replies, pressing a kiss against Yuri’s lips. “I love you, Yura.”

“I love you too.”

rest of the series on AO3 / tumblr

#otayuri week #otayuri week 2017 #otayuri #fanfic

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etherealperrie · 5 years

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22 Questions

tagged by the lovely @isitstraightvodka (thanks liv, I need to drop by ur ask more often) 💕💕 here’s 22 answers to questions y’all probably didn’t wanna know!

1. name: Shannon

2. nickname: don’t have one!

3. star sign: Aries

4. gender: female

5. sexuality: bi baby

6. favourite colour: pink

7. time right now: 9:15pm

8. average hours of sleep: 7-10

9. the last thing i googled: if Tom Jones sang “It’s Not Unusual” or not (he did)

10. number of blankets: sitting on the couch rn, so none!

11. favourite fictional character: Bella Swan from Twilight and Patch Cipriano from Hush, Hush

12. what are you wearing right now: pj shorts, a college t-shirt, and my Tegan & Sara jacket

13. favourite book: literally so many idk but probably the Hush, Hush saga by Becca Fitzpatrick

14. favourite musician(s): James Bay, Little Mix, One Direction, Jonas Brothers, The Struts, Troye Sivan, Chvrches, + so many others

15. dream job: god, i don’t even really know but I guess if I could do ANYTHING regardless of skill, i would be a broadway actor

16. number of followers: 1.4k

17. when did you create your account: psh, I don’t remember but I made this one after my original one direction one, but it’s still old

18. what do you post about: it goes through phases as my interests change but as of now: little mix, bo rhap/queen, memes, my writings, movies/shows I like, etc.

19. what made you get an account: I made my original one for 1d but then made this one to be more “aesthetic” but then it turned into a little mix blog & now it’s this random mish-mosh you’re following right now

20. when did your blog reach its peak: I don’t know if it did, if it has, or if it will and I don’t really care - I’m just here to shout into the void & connect with people of mutual interest(s)

21. do you get asks on a daily basis: hahaha no

22. why did you choose your url: despite my ever changing theme/interests on this blog, I just find Perrie Edwards to be one of the most beautiful, kind, ethereal beings ever so my url needed to reflect that - I would change it & I’d probably get more followers if it were bo rhap theme but, I’m too attached to it now!

#ask game #thanks liv!#etherealperrie #shannon muses #isitstraightvodka #ask shannon

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