#she also wants to not feel shitty and like she’s being hunted for sport

[just-a-tiny-goldfish]

Ooooh I like this one- orellias ‘canon’ run won’t be to go see HG as herself BUT if she did I love this snippet more then the ‘you came here to do something-and you’re not done yet

YOURE GOING TO CALL ME EVERY WEEK 😭🤧💐💐💐

#like SHES got a few bonus goals #but it’s all personal #she’s not out to change the whole world she’s selfish and wants ‘revenge’ for herself #she wants pretty clothing and pretty jewlery okay #she also wants to not feel shitty and like she’s being hunted for sport #so I never felt like the other dialogue really fit her because #she’s not really centers around a huge goal- she just wants to give the farm the middle finger #however now that hg is involved we might be moving away from having no goals huh?

[evieelyzabethh]

Hi me again! 👋🏻

I was wondering if you had time maybe to write a small fic (or one shot whatever you’re comfortable with) where the reader is Buffy’s cousin ( also library assistant or whatever you would like ) and the reader and Giles are in a secret relationship ( maybe smut?? ) and they’re navigating that and Buffy finds out and it’s this whole thing. If you’re busy I totally understand or if you just don’t want to, again it’s okay. I really do enjoy your work 🥰.

Not Unavailable, More Unimpressed

pairing(s): Giles x Summers!Reader

summary: what started out as a short term fling has gotten increasingly complicated when the reciprocity and sincerity of feelings is called into questions. pt.1 of ???

warnings: smut, fem!reader, drinking, hand job, a bit of breast worship, clothed grinding, riding, slight choking, age gap (Giles is in his mid to late 40's, reader is in her late 20s/ early 30s), reader has nipple piercings bc I said so and I think they are hot

an: This fic will contain smut so be warned. You are responsible for your own media consumption, read at your own risk.

The man at the bar was a mystery to you. He didn't quite fit into the bar atmosphere. He wasn't one of the barely legals or illegals who snuck in eager to drink, he wasn't one of the old guys who came to hit on the bottle girls, he didn't smell like a smoker or shoot whiskey like a drinker. He was also British, something that left an odd taste in your mouth.

You couldn't call yourself a regular here, more often than not you found yourself at the Bronze, purely per Buffy's request, which had okay enough booze and slightly better music. Here, some place clearly meant for an older crowd called Jack's, is where the older man sat. Alone, he sat at the far corner, sometimes looking longingly at the stage like he was a performer. He didn't look like a performer though.

He was older than you. He was greyed out and looked like he came from when TVs were still in sepia tones. He looked like Gregory Peck in To Kill a Mockingbird, like he was always a moment away from scolding someone. It didn't help that he always looked tired, like a lot of his age came from stress. If that was the case, it still didn't make sense as to why he chose a bar to be his spot to wind down.

It was loud. Not in the way that the Bronze was, a type of loud filled with life. A loud spurred by rowdy souls, people who couldn't let loose at home, so they came to one of the only shitty bars in the small town to drink a shitty beer and watch their favorite sports team lose. Not to mention the countless barely legals who got into fights with the bartenders after they failed to get their underage friends a drink. Jack's wasn't a place to have fun, it was the place to avoid doing something reckless during your midlife crisis. You were only there because of convenience, and after being there for a half hour were already beginning to get a migraine.

Job hunting was rough. When you moved to Sunnydale on behalf of your aunt, she offered to let you stay under her roof, but being a grown woman who got up to grown woman shenanigans, it would be more than distasteful to do it in Joyce's home. You were lucky enough that the housing market was great in the area, with all the supernatural happenings so one chose to move to Sunnydale, but that still didn't mean that a decent looking apartment wouldn't cost you a nice sum of money every month.

I could just work here, was your first thought. You were once a young college student also desperate for money, you had bartended, you could always go back if you lacked self-respect. You had a degree dammit, sure you didn't have a doctorate, but you shouldn't need one to get a nice quiet desk job. Neither option was all that fulfilling, but something told you that bartending in a town when demons just roamed the streets didn't seem like a great idea.

The mystery man looked like he had a nice job. Maybe a nice car. Possibly a nice house. He looked financially stable, and fuck was that hot. What did he do? What was there to do in Sunnydale? You could ask.

You looked at his hands to see if there was a ring or any indication that there was someone waiting for him wherever he came from. Maybe a picture of a kid, maybe a photo of a significant other. Nothing. Nothing.

You slinked over to the seat beside him, not meaning to make your presence immediately known yet he still looked up as he felt the heat of someone else beside him. His glasses perched low on his nose and his grey hair tussled. His eyes were green. He was pretty.

"Hello?" He looked at you confused. He took a moment to drink you in. Younger, gorgeous, clearly bold.

"Hello."

"Are you waiting for someone?" You shook your head.

"No. Are you?" and he'd be lying if he said he was.

☽✯☾

"You know, I don't do this often." He said between the rare breaths that were allowed in between suffocating kisses. Whatever he took up in his free time must've involved a great workout regimen. His hand sat comfortably at your neck, and you basked in the warmth that it provided in his cold apartment. His other held your cheek, his thumb mindless rubbing against it in a way that was hypnotizing. It almost had a numbing affect, your skin not being able to get past the feeling making your brain pause as he kissed your lips.

He tasted like fine wine. He smelled like old books. You half expected him to quote a classic at you, you didn't know him well enough to gauge if he was the type. His tongue contradicted his previous statement. These weren't the kisses of a man out of practice, that or he did it so much in his youth it was impossible to forget. Something like riding a bike.

"For a man who doesn't do this often, you're mighty good at it." He smirked; you could feel it against your lips. You wished you could see it, but he had the lights in his bedroom turned low and you weren't sure you wanted to open your eyes in the fear that you were dreaming. It was warm, he was so warm. So warm it was noticeable when his lips left yours and moved to your neck, hovering under your ears. His breath fanning against your neck was enough to send shivers down your spine.

"You haven't even seen how good I am, darling." The pet name alone made you weak in the knees, but you would be damned if you swooned at someone called you darling. Granted, you couldn't help how your mouth went dry or how your pussy clenched at nothing, but he didn't need to know that. He was going to find out, but he can find out later when your lust ridden brain stopped listening to reason and pride.

"Show me, then."

He dipped his head to kiss you, grabbing a fistful of your hair to tip your head back and you let him, grabbing on to his broad shoulders to stabilize yourself. You were pressed between the wall and him, pressing him even closer as you fisted his shirt to pull him closer, but he was hesitant to oblige. He was teasing, you could tell by the way he smiled into your kisses, pulling away like he needed air while you chased after his lips.

"You having issues breathing, old man?" The hand at your neck squeezed, not enough to choke you but enough to make your head even dizzier. His other hand travelled to any piece of skin he could get his hands on. Feather light, his fingers ran across your arms, then your collarbones, before knocking the straps of your dress off your shoulder. His kisses moved slow, his tongue damn near like languid waves that you were somehow managing to drown in.

Still, you chased after him, and still, he ran. His lips ran to the corner of your mouth, to the skin of your neck his hand didn't engulf, to where your strap lay useless. His kisses scorched your otherwise cold skin, his mouth sucking hickeys and then immediately soothing them.

He was so soft. Soft in how his hands found the back of your dress, soft in how his eyes looked into yours, asking permission without even saying a word, soft like the way the fabric slipped of your body and onto the floor. Soft like the bed he laid you on. Even soft in the way he continued to tease you, his knee meeting the crotch of your panties and him meticulously unsnapping your bra as if you couldn't tell he knew how to do it.

He then paused for a minute, finally coming across something he hadn't experienced before. His fingers took the ball of cool metal between his fingers, and you moaned at how it pulled ever so slightly at your nipple.

"What are these?" You chuckled.

"I got 'em pierced ages ago. Drunk night out with a few friends my senior year." He continued to play with the metal ball, well aware of how you keened and ground yourself into his knee.

"So, I can play with them." Fuck. It was how he said it. Like a nerd you might've messed around with in school because he was a good tutor but also because he had that nerdy charm to him. Like playing with your body was a game of Operations he had been so eager to play and was determined to get good at. It was easy to imagine Giles like that, fogged up glasses, eyes concentrated and focused on figuring out what buttons to press to get a prize. There was the curiosity in his lust-blown eyes, and in your lust addled brain you were fine with being his toy.

"Please do." He didn't need to be told twice. Avid learner he was, he went in, his large hands easily covering your breasts. His fingers pulled at the bars, drawing whimpers out of you the more he prodded. It wasn't too rough, Giles was too soft to ever be truly rough, but the feeling of his gaze, your clothed pussy rubbing against his soft slacks, and his large hands over your chest was getting a bit much. And he hadn't even put his mouth on you yet.

It didn't take long for him to realize the feeling of your pierced tits in his mouth was one of the best things he's felt, and it felt even better for you. A wet patch had long since been growing and he certainly felt it too, it egged him on. He wasn't even in you, he hadn't even tasted you, and you were almost there. You were so close.

You grabbed at anything you could, his shirt, his sheets, his hands that held yours as you rocked yourself onto his knee until you saw stars. Then he grabbed your face and swallowed your moans as he kissed and kissed you until you came down. A moment of clarity hit you, and you pulled on his shirt. "Off." you told him simply, and he obliged. You smashed your lips into his, peeling off button after button until the shirt was thrown to the side and his undershirt beneath was discarded with even less care.

"Issues with patience, darling?" You shook your head.

"Not fair I'm practically naked and you were fully clothed." His retort was cut off by your lips as you sat up to meet him, his hands absent-mindedly finding your breasts and yours finding his belt and making quick work of it before he even realized what was happening. You kissed him through it, anyway, still chasing after him as he pulled away to curse at the feeling of your hand around his dick.

"Gods." he muttered, words tumbling out clumsily as you rubbed the tip of his cock. He never had the control to pull away fast enough for an adequate breather, just a second to get a breath out and pray. You were flattered. His hand seemed like it wanted to swat you away, but it didn't have the strength to betray his brain like that. It felt good. Too good. So good he couldn't even think, and Giles never stopping thinking and now he was drawing blanks. He was sure you had mocked him once or twice, which went through one ear and out the other.

He caught himself thrusting into your hand before he caught himself, grabbing your wrist. "Hang on." He choked out, but you didn't listen. Your hand moved up and down his shaft terribly slow, and it was almost worse. Watching you spit on your hand and collect pre-cum from his tip and spread it like some sick simulation of what it would be like to be in you, and yet he couldn't help but watch his hand completely cover yours as you pumped him. Don't cum yet.

"I said hang on." His breath was ragged and his voice was deep. This time he meant it. "There are condoms in the top left drawer. Take one out for me, love." And you did as such. Did it with so much assurance that you slid it on without him even needing to ask you. Slid your panties off and sank down so fast neither one of you was ready.

You both sat there a moment, feeling your nerve endings tingle and burn, like you were both on fire. But you were on fire together. Like you could feel every atom in your body, like it had all been reduced to nothing but water, you were both feeling everything and anything yet absolutely nothing at the same time. So much feeling any nuance got lost in the moment. Just being there, breaths away, with a complete stranger you were sleeping with because he was pretty and looked financially stable.

You kissed him, a real kiss. Spontaneous. One with a feeling neither one of you could decipher and both assumed meant nothing. You rode it out until you had both exhausted each other, you falling on top of him and him catching you.

"Would you like to use my shower before you go? Did you need a ride home?" You cheesed to yourself. And they say chivalry is dead.

"Yeah, that would be nice." You had already rolled out of his bed in search of your dress and waiting for feeling to return to your legs. "I never got your name."

"Giles. Rupert Giles." You giggled as you shook of your dress after picking it up from the floor. Sounds about right.

"And what do you do for a living, Mr. Giles."

"Do these things typically end in interviews?" He made no effort to get out of his bed, he even had the decency to turn away while you get dressed as if he wasn't just balls deep in you.

"No, but I am new to town and would like to not be broke."

"I'm a librarian." Of course, you are. "Have you any interest in literature?" You did. You were a nerd. You had tried convincing yourself you weren't for years, but you majored in philosophy and minored in classic literature; and no one likes philosophy majors.

"I dabble a bit. Got a degree from all the reading I did if that counts." He looked at you like he knew you were trying to make yourself sound cooler. Nerd calls to nerd.

"Well, plenty of places are always hiring. The turnover rate is quite atrocious here." And even new to town, you believed it.

"I just might."

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You did end applying, you even ended up getting the job. Apparently, your little cousin's high school was in desperate need of a library assistant. You also had the pleasure of freezing when you saw Giles again and watching your little cousin greet her favorite teacher.

It was almost worth it for the look on his face, though.

#btvs #btvs imagine #btvs x reader #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy the vampire slayer fanfiction #buffy the vampire slayer imagine #buffy the vampire slayer x reader #rupert giles fanficion #rupert giles smut #rupert giles x reader #giles x reader #giles smut

[jewish-vents]

My entire life, I've yearned for the kind of community the Jewish community and Judaism have provided me. I found out I had Jewish ancestry when I was a kid, I looked into it more later and realized my most recent Jewish ancestor (like three-ish generations back) was almost certainly forcibly converted out, and decided to convert to like. Make amends for that I guess and also because I really vibed with the holidays and how we turn up everywhere in history bc we keep doing cool stuff despite consistently shitty circumstances.

But I digress.

I have waited my WHOLE LIFE trying to experience the joy becoming Jewish has shown me, and that gets shit on constantly.

My sister has started making a truly obscene number of Jew jokes. My mom scoffs at all the 'nonsense rules' and has said repeatedly that she thinks choosing a 'restrictive' religion is dumb and I've made a mistake. She even said it's an insult to HER parenting skills that I would seek out religion after she tried to teach me to know better.

My dad is dead but I never ever in a million years would have told him even if he were alive, and my sister thinks it's funny to threaten to 'out' me as Jewish to his relatives even though they're basically KKK-adjacent so she actually enjoys threatening mg safety at this point. (Yay family right?)

My friends have turned everything into an Israel/Palestine discussion lately and I know damn well what they're doing when they start saying truly horrible shit about Israelis and looking at me. They get mad if I try to temper their extremism so I've given up. I barely talk to them anymore and I spend more and more time with other Jews from temple and I don't want to like. Isolate myself from all non-Jews I guess bc I've always felt like that leads to weirdness and perpetuates shit about Jews being unfriendly I guess idk?

Anyway I digress again. My point is I'm really sick of constantly being expected to tolerate it when people think I shouldn't be Jewish.

Other queer people think I'm somehow compromising my queer identity by being Jewish, leftists think I hunt Palestinian children for sport now apparently, right-wingers think I traffic good Christian babies for organ harvesting or some shit idfk, my friends think that if I'm not being more vitriolic in my hatred of Israel than they already are I'm some kind of secret rabid Netanyahu fan, my family think I've been recruited into a cult apparently and the only other people who show me even an ounce of compassion or regard are other Jews and Gd knows there's like ten of us and that number is unlikely to increase.

Just. Fuck. I've put blood, sweat, tears and money into this, I invested more time and emotional commitment into this than I have into going to college or choosing a career, I love it more than anything and have only loved it more the more I learned about it, and all I get when I express this or even just let slip that I am Jewish and chose to be, I get nothing but hatred. I will never understand how a religion that has spent all 5000 years of our existence minding our business and arguing about the same book over and over can possibly have offended this many people with our existence.

Dmn anon, that is a lot you're dealing with right now. I'm so sorry you're surrounded by people who clearly don't respect you. Because yes this is a lack of basic respect, and it is antisemitic. Now I don't know how old you are and how safe you are, but if you can safely do so, set very hard boundaries. Do not tolerate this amount of disrespect towards who you are. It is hard, and many of us have had to go through similar situations, as you can read all over this blog. But I think having to spend your life surrounded by people who make you feel unsafe and disrespected is worse. I know sometimes there are situations in which people cannot safely set these boundaries, I hope it's not your case, but if it is feel free to come here to vent again.

I know you don't want to isolate yourself from goyim. Many Jewish people don't want to. Sadly, when people disrespect us like this, they're the ones isolating us. It's not your fault. Seek people who love and accept you. Sadly, a good chunk of goyim won't - I'm not saying everyone, obviously, but a portion. Having a good Jewish support network seems to be more and more important, whether it's irl or online.

I hope you can soon be in an environment that's safer and more accepting

- 🐺

#jewish vents #antisemitism #leftist antisemitism #jewish convert #i feel like i need to clarify #while i said that a good portion of goyim are disrespectful and antisemitic #i dont mean every goy is #so if someone is coming in the comments to call me goy-phobic i assure you i do not have the patience to deal with that #i mean what i said #thats not an attack on goyim #its just an observable truth stated by literally every jewish person I've ever spoken to #if you feel offended at being called antisemitic try not to be antisemitic #like im sorry i sound so mad but i am just very tired of seeing my community suffer while everyone else just looks the other way

[ignite-stars]

sicarius, azriel

summary, ( HOSAB SPOILERS! ) being best friends with bryce quinlan can be a pain in the ass, but you both truly hit rock bottom when you fell through worlds.

word count, 2.2k

author’s note, reader is fem, and an elemental fae in this fic, fire and ice. also, if az is a little ooc in this, it’s because i’m still learning how to write his character. AGAIN, HOSAB SPOILERS!

The stone clapping beneath your feet was laughing in the wind. One after the next, each step ringing in your ears louder than the last. And the sounds of Hunt’s pained screaming was bone-chilling. Your brother, you hadn’t realized how close the two of you had become until he was wailing in pain, for his life, for his freedom being reclaimed. Everything in you wanted to turn around and help him, to help Ruhn, and Lidia— who you were placing the entirety of your trust in, despite everything in you telling you that you shouldn’t.

Memories of the alphaholes you called your friends played in your head as you continued to bolt through the Asteri’s throne room. Flashing as quick as Athalar’s lightning.

Hunt buying you a sunball hat, matching to his, because he had learned from Bryce that you loved the sport just as much as he did. The three of you making a habit of watching together every weekend.

Practically freezing Ruhn’s balls for calling you icyhot after you had warned him not to. Declan and Tristian laughing their asses off afterwards.

And you couldn’t help but think of Danika.

In the moment, you missed her so much. You missed her stupid chipped nail polish and faded pink and blue highlights in her light blonde hair, that you had dyed for her one late night in yours, hers, and Bryce’s, shitty apartment. You missed the way she always knew what to do, how she always was the mediator to the absolute wreck you and the redhead— whose hand you were currently gripping tightly in escape— were.

Bryce whimpered, slightly fumbling in her running as Hunt’s bellows of agony got progressively louder. You tugged on your connected hands. “I know,” you croaked, not daring a glance back at Rigelus, who was hot on your trail. “I know, B.” You gave a squeeze to her hand to signal that she wasn’t alone in any of this, and she never would be, not as long as you were still breathing. Though that may not be much longer, if the circumstances took a turn for the worst.

But because the two of you had discovered the secrets of the Asteri, together, just like you always had, both of you were totally fucked if you didn’t go through with Lidia’s silent instruction. The Asteri survived off of the first light of the citizens, the slaves, of this world. And there were other realms, some like Lunathion, and others the opposite. You needed to find Aidas, and the other princes of Hel, as quickly as possible if you wanted to save Hunt and Ruhn. And in order to do that, you had to keep moving.

The distance between you and gates was closing rapidly. So close that Rigelus began roaring in anger. With a deep, shaky exhale, you prepared yourself for the churning of your stomach that came with teleporting. Bryce was already tired, so the chances that everything would go smoothly was slim to none.

But you didn’t give yourself a chance to think about it and you hurried her in front of you. The livid Asteri was too close for comfort— you could feel his hot breath curling down the back of your neck and shooting down your spine. His hand reached out and attempted to snag the back of your scaled fighting armor, similar to that of a warrior on a battlefield. Lightweight, and easy to move in. You had worked, and were known for, as the Sicarius of Lunathion since you were barely a teenager, physically owned by Micah Domitus.

It was ironic, really, that you had waited years to finally be rid of that horrid man, and now, you were possibly about to meet him once more in the afterlife. If there was one. There wouldn’t be one waiting for you in the Bone Quarter, you knew that much.

When Bryce’s fingers finally connected with the gate, and her golden eyes scrunched shut in a frantic attempt to gather the remnants of her Starborn gifts, Rigelus had realized his failure. He tipped his head back and cursed loudly at you and Bryce as you vanished from his view.

You were free-falling through the air.

The wind was long since stolen from your lungs, dancing with the space and matter around you. The silence was so thick that it was almost peaceful. A different kind of peaceful. It was as if your soul was pleased. Your entire being was alight in darkness and starlight. You thought Hel was supposed to shred you apart from the inside out, but apparently your scarred heart was finding solace within the flames. Like you had taken some sort of diversion from the path of your life that would lead you to greater things. A place where you were meant to be all this time.

Like a missing piece of a puzzle. Or a glass slipper that slid perfectly onto your foot. Whatever the feeling was, it felt right.

Maybe this was it. A reaper had collected your soul and dragged you to the Underworld, where you rightfully belonged. All the blood on your hands had finally come back to bite you in the ass. Maybe all the souls you had stolen were damning yours to a much darker fate.

Guilt flooded through you. In death, you were betraying Bryce, breaking the promise you made to her when you were both fifteen years-old. To Hel and back, I’ll be with you, Quinlan. You were leaving her now. To go on alone. You were giving up on the only person who you vowed to never abandon.

When you hit the ground, you hadn’t expected such a place to have, grass? Or the loud chatter of crickets. What the fuck? Was the wading of a river a figment of your imagination? You sat up with a startle, your hand immediately retracted to your bloodstone blade in your thigh holster, unsheathing it without hesitation.

The guilt you were feeling ebbed away and traded out with confusion. When you scanned your surroundings, you indeed spotted a river beneath a group of stunning mountains. But the biggest surprise was the snow-covered town not too far from where you collided with the ground.

“Bryce,” you breathed, whipping your head around in an instant. Through the fog of the night-chilled air, you could spot her form kneeling not too far from yours. A growl ripped through your throat as you also caught sight of a shadowed figure behind her, holding a blade to the skin of her trachea.

The redhead was utterly frozen in compliance. You could hear her crying as you creeped closer. She was begging with the winged— demon? He had the leathery wings of a demon. She was pleading for Aidas, fear bleeding through her wobbly tone.

You monitored your every step while also never removing your eyes from the demon. You studied his body language just as you’d been taught. His tense shoulders and heavy breathing told you that he was nervous, underneath his facade of rage. But his quivering hands and confident movements told you that he wouldn’t hesitate to slit Bryce’s throat had she made one wrong move. By the stance he took, the deep scars littering his hands, and down to the control he had over his weighted wings, you knew he was well trained, perhaps just as skilled as you in the art of killing.

You summoned heat to the palm of your hands, imbuing the steel of your knife into a bright silver. You didn’t know how sharp the demon’s instincts were, but you were bound to inflict some sort of stun with the burning blade.

Like a predator toying with it’s prey, you lunged for him in a swift movement. The front of your torso meeting the back of his body as you tangled your arms around his neck. The attack threw him off balance, causing him to stumble back a step, giving Bryce a chance to clamber up to her feet, albeit blindfolded.

The demon grunted in shock at the heat waving off of the weapon millimeters away from the column of his throat. You shushed him, purring into his ear as he struggled, “quiet.” His eyes widened when the shadows curling around him loitered, some even curling up your calves in admiration. The demon snarled at the darkness adorning your skin. You had caught on pretty quickly that those shadows currently wrapped around you were his source of information. He hadn’t been as on guard as he should’ve been because he was expecting the darkness to warn him of anyone lurking behind him.

“Take me to Prince Aidas,” you whispered, much calmer now that his knife was nowhere near Bryce. “Or I swear to Luna I’ll slit your fucking throat.” The demon panted, still relentless in his thrashing. He was strong, so strong that even with the Fae abilities pulsing through your veins, you struggled to keep ahold of him.

You grew suspicious when he stilled in his movements. You pressed your molten blade closer to his throat, close enough to ensure the heat could nip at his jugular. His throaty voice surprised you, not because he spoke scarily low, but because the language he used was nothing you’ve heard before.

Suddenly, his warm hands slipped through your death grip, and grabbed at the backs of your thighs. Bryce called for you in a panic, sensing something was deeply wrong by the tension in the air. He leaned forward to shift his weight before he withdrew and slammed the back of his head into the bridge of your nose.

You hadn’t let out any noises of pain, not even as the scarlet color of your blood started to gush from your delicately-flaring nostrils. There was only a hitch in the rhythm of your breathing that you couldn’t control. But you knew he picked up on it, nonetheless. It infuriated you, that he was now one step ahead. Your first instinct was to tighten your hold on his neck, and send him falling into the ground with you. And you did exactly that. You let go of his neck, but wrapped your thighs around his waist, pulling him down to render him.

He grunted in annoyance in this game of fire on fire. He spat out what you assumed was a silver-tongued threat. You had taken the brunt end of his weight, giving him the advantage. He took the chance to quickly flip over and grapple each of his knees on both sides of you. Once more, you couldn’t understand what he was gritting through his teeth, but even as you threw your head back in pain, you understood that he was telling you to quit fucking moving.

You gasped when one of his shadows slithered down the side of your face, urging you to open your eyes. At his foreign command, laced with warning, the darkness scattered behind him. You heaved wrathfully, forcing short breaths through your nose in order to clear your head. You needed to think. Calm down and think.

You needed to get to Aidas. Hunt, Ruhn, and Lidia’s lives were dependent on that. The longer you fought tooth and nail with this winged bastard sitting smugly on top of you, their fatality rates heightened. You knew Bryce was thinking the same thing by the racing thump of her heart.

When you convinced yourself your temper was under control, you allowed your eyes to flutter open to finally get a glimpse at the demon before you.

Holy fucking Urd.

His hazel eyes bored into yours, pupils pinging from the intensity of the combat he was up against. You hadn’t been able to get a good look at him prior to this moment, so caught up in getting to Bryce. But he was gorgeous, deeply-tanned skin freckled with beauty marks, and an occasional, faint scar. His features were sharp— nearly wolfish— nose and cheekbones that could cut.

And when you peered down at his chapped lips, something inside you reached out to him. You couldn’t stop it, an emotional tether searching for it’s other half. A piece of yourself was intertwining with his in a way that was so beautiful that it was horribly tragic.

The falter in his hands holding yours to the ground was an indication that he felt the same piece of him singing out to you. He couldn’t stop it, no matter how much he tugged and hauled back on that endless bond. He could’ve dug his damn feet into the dirt beneath him, but nothing could’ve halted that piece of him that tangled with you.

He gathered both of your hands into one of his one, the other swept up his glowing blade from where it laid beside you. If he had any doubts to what he did next, he showed no signs of it. He set the blade against your windpipe, and applied the slightest bit of pressure. Warm blood swarmed around the sharp tip, not a lot, simply enough to warn you with words he could not speak.

Your mate, your opponent was your mate.

#azriel x reader #azriel acotar #azriel #acotar #cc hoeab #crescent city #cc hosab #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #ruhn danaan #cassian acotar #feyre archeron #rhysand acotar #sjmaas #sjm

[multi-lefaiye]

hi hi hello I don't know very much at all about tftgs aside from You Like It So It Must Be Cool, can I mayhaps coax some Rosa Rambles out of you? :O

hi hello thank you that is very kind,,,,,,,, i'm running on Stress Stress Anxiety Brain rn so i don't know how coherent this will be but talking about blorbos helps me feel better so i will Attempt A Ramble.

the tl;dr for tftgs is that it's a horror-comedy series that i have been fixated on for a hot minute and that i am almost constantly rotating in the background of my mind. it is INCREDIBLY problematic™ in several ways and i do have a lot of issues with it

(namely its handling of disabled/neurodivergent characters and ableism is Not Great at the best of times, there are minor characters who use a lot of nasty derogatory language that makes me super uncomfy even though i Know they're at least not Celebrated for that and are condemned by the narrative, and also a lot of the characters are just fucking MEAN to each other)

but something about it scratches an itch in my brain that i didn't know was there. i love the characters (or at least my six faves, but there's a lot of others i adore even if they're not My Blorbos) so dearly and i am going to scoop them up and run away with them at high speeds to give them the happy endings they deserve.

this is also where i reveal i haven't actually finished reading the series in its entirety yet because i am a slow reader. i did rewrite chapter one of the first book tho as like a writing exercise, and i posted some of that here if anyone wants to check that out (shameless self promo). (No pressure or obligation tho)

okay rosa rosa rosa my beloved darling rosa. i am going to talk about some of my headcanons for rosa and also share some of my favorite Rosa Moments in the series. i will put this all under the cut b/c idk how long this will be <3 i will avoid spoilers as much as possible in case anyone reading this wants to maybe check out the series (though if you do feel free to reach out for like. a list of relevant triggers/content warnings, b/c i am happy to provide).

ROSA VASQUEZ my darling. okay so rosa is a character introduced in the second book, and she is a d e l i g h t. like... the whole series centers around a group of people who work at a shitty gas station next to a shitty small town, and rosa is introduced as one of the newest employees at the gas station.

rosa is just. baby. and i don't mean that in an infantilizing way, i mean that in an I Love This Character way.

she's introduced as this incredibly sweet, bubbly gal who's excited to work at the gas station despite the fact that the people there keep treating her like shit even before she's hired. i'm not going to talk about calvin ambrose (a minor character in book two) in depth but i am going to hunt him for sport for being both sexist AND racist towards rosa. and for other reasons but that's a big one.

one of my favorite things about rosa is that like... the protagonist, jack, misses her first day of work SEVERAL times and so he can't train her!!! and eventually she gets so fed up that she comes to confront him! because rosa is a sweetheart but also she stands up for herself and others and I LOVE THAT.

and of course she's not mean but she does tell him off BUT when she finds out he had uh. very important and understandable reasons. she apologizes and he apologizes and anyway rosa and jack being nice to each other and being friends. it brings me joy.

and anyway rosa ends up telling jack that she's not going to work at the gas station actually, and she and jack wish each other well.

BUT S I K E HER NEW WORKPLACE ~MYSTERIOUSLY BURNS DOWN~ AND JACK'S BOSS TELLS HIM ABOUT IT BEFORE THE NEWS KNOWS ABOUT IT. AND THEN TELLS HIM TO MAKE SURE ROSA WORKS AT THE GAS STATION. WEIRD VIBES BUT OK!!!

anyway ok actual favorite rosa moments.

my favorite rosa moments from book two:

when jack is training her on and she is taking Super Careful Notes in a little notepad and taking the job Very Seriously

when jack runs out of things to train her on and she ends up like. deep cleaning the gas station out of frustration.

when she finds the box of videogames in the closet and gets REALLY EXCITED until she finds two dead mice in there. and then she asks jack if they can hold a funeral for the mice.

the mice funeral, where rosa gives an adorable and heartfelt eulogy for the mice

"rosa i'm sorry but you were floating off the ground and chanting in a voice that wasn't your own and we panicked" "oh. i'm sorry. i didn't mean to."

rosa just. she brings me joy. she is a delightful breath of fresh air in this series and even though jack is my All Time Favorite, rosa is up there too.

anyway uhhh some Rosa Headcanons That I Believe Are Canon And You Can't Tell Me Otherwise:

rosa is trans. i refuse to entertain arguments about this. how do i know? i just know.

she is also really short!!! she and jack are both incredibly tiny and everyone else is tall

i headcanon rosa as a biromantic asexual mainly b/c that's what i headcanon jack as, and i think the idea of them having that Solidarity is a super cute concept.

i like the idea of jack and rosa as having a kind of sibling-type bond. that's my ideal relationship dynamic with them.

rosa is implied to be one of the youngest/probably The youngest member of the main cast so i like to think she's a somewhat recent college grad who's just trying her best.

she absolutely likes baking. you cannot convince me otherwise.

in my AUs and such, rosa has a cat. he is a sphinx cat and his name is Mister.

okay this is long but uhhh last thing i will share. i do have some Art of rosa but tbh i'm not super happy with it </3 i will instead share a meme i made with tupperbot with rosa. a quote that i think sums her up as a character.

[Image Description: A screenshot of a discord message created with tupperbot. The message is from Rosa Vasquez, and reads: "I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people." End ID.]

#albatris #talk to the bunnykitty #rosa is best girl #sorry this is so long asdfjk; i'm incapable of being concise about my gas station blorbos #but thank you for the ask i appreciate it <333 #especially b/c you don't know these blorbos. thank u #also yeah tftgs has its Issues but i do have a lot of affection for it. mainly b/c the characters make brain go brr #also fun fact. idk if it's changed but for a while one of the only things about rosa on the tftgs wiki #was just 'her dress? it has pockets!!' #so yeah there's that

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Do you have any headcanons about the Hazbin's (minus Charlie) lives back when they were alive?

I scrolled through all 42 pages of the hazbin tag on my blog and literally every one of my premortem headcanons are about Alastor and Sir Pentious lmfao

So sure! Want an entire novella about my headcanons for Sir Pentious's backstory?

For Alastor, I can offer:

a traumatic toddler experience

his mother observing him with ghosts as a child

Alastor working with demons (funny)

Alastor working with demons (creepy)

Alastor and his asexuality/aromanticism (mostly postmortem but it has some premortem flashbacks)

Alastor with friends in the 20s trying to explain he does not get horny

a fic that didn't ACTUALLY happen but that demonstrates my headcanons for how he works with demons

And moving away from fics and on to tumblr posts!

For Alastor:

Alastor fought in World War I

another WWI post

headcanon about how he died (I've since changed my headcanon—hunting accident rather than manhunt—but the position's the same)

excerpt from one of the fics above about Alastor's first kiss

early headcanoning on Alastor's relationship with the queer community in life

Alastor saw but didn't learn the lindy hop in life

Alastor's accent makes people (in this case Sir Pentious) think that he's upper class when actually he's just had theater training

Alastor's family tree comes from a mix of socioeconomic backgrounds and before he died he achieved fame but not fortune

Alastor does not feel broken/insecure due to being ace/aro and never has

what people in Louisiana thought of Alastor as a radio host

what did Alastor look like (and Sir Pent)

Alastor only saw 10% of the Golden Age Of Radio and that's fucked up

fun fact when Alastor was on air radio stations weren't "just news" or "just (one genre of) music," a single station would play music and news and soap operas and sports etc

random links of queer history, 1920s gay culture, slang, and NOLA history

Alastor's mother grew up while Sir Pentious was menacing the US and she has very vivid memories of living in fear of him, and also she doesn't know her son is a cannibalistic murderer

Alastor wore glasses in life and only switched to a monocle in death

Alastor was never identified as a serial killer and there's probably unsolved true crime documentaries made about his killings (and these documentaries unknowingly use a recording of the killer's real voice, a clip from a news broadcast where Alastor read about the killings on air)

check out how hyped this newspaper in the 20s was for radio like goddamn

Alastor listened to radio all day every day

more 1920s research links

very loose overview of New Orleans race relations 1890-1920

how NOT to write about Voodoo

reminder that "alastor did magic in life" is a headcanon until we SEE him using magic before he died—also "Voodoo" is a religion not a magic power

how Alastor avoided getting caught as a serial killer

I doubt Alastor was famous enough for queer historians to have discovered he existed, only niche radio broadcast historians know about him

Alastor was raised to be courteous to (respectable) women, but not to genuinely see them as equals in a modern sense

1920s hair facts and headcanons on Alastor's hair

scene from one of the above fics of baby Alastor being haunted as shit

Alastor is a hedonistic thrill killer not a mission-oriented killer

his killing method was shooting from a distance, like hunting game

Alastor was kinda psychic in life and his psychicness interacted with radio signals

this includes developing a hella accurate sense of time

Alastor's always been hella into Mardi Gras

here he is in a ridiculous Cajun Mardi Gras costume

how the Great Depression probably affected Alastor

Alastor feels 0% empathy for other people but 500% empathy for fictional characters in musicals

For Sir Pentious:

he was so infamous that today he's a common character used in historical fiction in the same way that Victorian-era historical fiction commonly uses Queen Victoria as a character

(and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle references him in a Sherlock story)

(and he really did call himself Sir Pentious in life)

(and every character who lived after him had to study him in school, including Vaggie writing a paper about him and Alastor was cast as him in a school play)

(and now let's talk about historians dying and meeting the people they studied in Hell)

he has a son who's probably now in heaven

Sir Pent is trans

no seriously he has a son

Sir Pent has a chain of deadnames he used before settling on "Sir Pentious" and all of them are snake puns

one of Sir Pent's chosen names

based on Victorian sexual mores Sir Pent probably got kinda homoerotic with some dudes

this is just big Trans Sir Pent energy

what did Sir Pent look like (and Alastor)

I don't think Sir Pent used a wheelchair in life (but do think he had to for a while after he died)

Sir Pent is Pussyeating World Champ no I do not accept arguments

Sir Pent and his wife were very loving until his wife went "nope, you're planning world conquest, that's too evil for me"

he rigged his clothes to self-combust so he could choose death if he was ever on the verge of capture

his wife was named Helena and here's why

this is his self-destruct binder/corset

the one headcanon everyone shares

Sir Pent ain't Jack the Ripper

And there's a ton more headcanons on @dontasktheradiodemon my Alastor ask/RP blog but listen, I just went through 42 pages of one tag and it's 3 a.m., I'm not going to comb my roleplay blog for every premortem headcanon I've ever mentioned about him over there. It includes stuff like "he did deliberately shitty horoscope readings on air" and "the first time he summoned a demon he was on the Western Front and also coming down with Spanish flu so he's not sure how much of the ensuing chaos was real vs fevered hallucinations or how much was the Germans' fault vs the imp's" and "he lived a few years in New York and did drag."

These are not the only headcanons I have. These are just the headcanons I've been asked about or made time to type down. (And not counting all my postmortem headcanons. Or the premortem headcanons sprinkled into postmortem fics.) Feel free to ask me for more. Ideally with a topic you'd like to hear about; otherwise asking me "do you have any headcanons?" is like walking into a library and asking "do you have any books?" Gimme a section to start with.

#alastor #sir pentious #hazbin hotel #headcanons #reference #anonymous #ask

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Take Care of You

Fic for @fyeahnix ! Thank you so much for your patience during this!!! This also is a sequel for her other fic, ‘Don’t wanna forget a thing’, but can be read as a stand alone!

Ao3 link here

Summary: Wraith and her no good, awful, terrible day. Nothing is going right, stress is piling up, plans aren't going right, and to top it all off she can't sleep. She's gonna have to finally suck up her pride and ask her girlfriend to come over and help her sleep. But, Anita has better plans than just sleeping to help ease her girlfriend.Or! In which Anita takes care of Wraith in more ways than just helping her de-stress.

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Bangalore/Wraith

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, fluffy moments, mentions of Wraith’s depression, Anita tops with a dragon dildo and it’s gr8, rimming + anal play

Words: 9.5k

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Life could be cruel. 

A statement that Wraith had made herself familiar with for quite some time. Though, she supposes, that this could not be the cruelest it could be. No, this was nothing like when she found out of her past- or... one of her pasts. It could get confused on who and which ‘she’ she was thinking of. Or even if they were a ‘she’ at all. Or what path, which life, which people, which-- 

Sigh. 

Exhausting. It's all too exhausting to consider. Every path, every outcome, every recent nightmare plaguing her mind and making her even more irritable. Nightmares that she didn’t know if they were of watching a life of hers get hurt, another path. Or if it was simple fears that every person had. 

Everything just seemed to be going wrong for her. It started off small enough, her nightmares had been triggered back into place. Insomnia making her dark under eyes look more like bruises nowadays and not helped by the way she rubs her eyes in exhaustion.  

Natalie, bless whatever planet she came from, would always chide her and gently move her hands from her face once she noted Wraith’s nails starting to sink into flesh. Wraith was forever grateful to her, but she wasn’t about to let Natalie believe she had to take care of her in any form of the manner. 

Natalie wasn’t her keeper, not her mother. But whenever Wraith would gently try to tell Natalie that she had this, she’d get a look from her best friend. One that was so gentle with a soft reminder from her glossy pink lips. 

“You do not have to do everything alone either.”

!Rest under the cut here!

A statement Wraith was familiar with. She’d been doing things on her own since she could remember. It just seemed hard to break that habit. To feel like she needed to do it on her own, to try and succeed when she knew it would be better to have even one shoulder to lean on.  

Relationships and friendships required balance, equality. She had to allow herself to get just as much as she gave. 

Harder than it sounded. 

On day three of her awful week, she looks at her phone for a moment in the night. Her thumb resting over the call button of the name ‘Handsome’ with a heart and ring emoji beside it. Cheesy, she’s aware. But for a moment, she thinks of calling Anita or even texting her. 

Just asking for her to be there. 

She would be. Wraith knew she would drop whatever she was doing to come take care of her, make sure she was okay. Wraith could practically taste Anita’s grape lip balm on her lips, the taste of mint on her tongue. The hint of gun smoke that always clung to Anita’s frame. The deepness of her cologne. 

Anita’s presence was like the first drink of water in the morning. The first warm bliss of sunshine after being in the biting cold. The first taste of warm food when you’d had a shitty day. Her presence was like that of comfort. 

Her home. 

In the end, she puts her phone face down. Welcoming another sleepless night with too many people talking. Too much tossing and turning. Too much yearning in her heart, but too much of a stubborn fool to do anything about it. 

-- 

The season is about midway through. Wraith had a strong start, topping the charts with her ferocity. Spurred on by Anita on an opposite squad and making her feel a bit more hectic in her need to hunt her girlfriend down. To pin her by her neck, dig her knees into Anita’s hand and murmur, “Surprise.” in her ear to watch those pretty freckled cheeks flush and a snarl uplifting one side of Anita’s lips before she stabbed her kunai into her throat. 

Flirting with your girlfriend just got more vicious when you were a part of a blood sport. 

Halfway through the season, they paired her with new people who were hoping to get in to call themselves Legends. Most wanted the glory all to themselves, going off as a solo only to get foolishly killed. Of course they did. This was a team sport, after all. But that left Wraith open and on her own. Just another body bag to take off the battlefield. 

Day five, she looks at her phone again. Thumb hovering over the text box that led to her and Anita’s conversation.  

It would be so easy.  

She would come if we just asked.  

Don’t you miss her?  

We miss her.  

Text her-  

Call her-  

Just press the button, you dumb girl-  

The girls, as Wraith has been recently referring to the voices after Anita lovingly calling them ‘Her Ladies’- as they are just people as well. They always have an opinion when it involves Anita. Wraith has always wondered if in all her other lives if they were with her as well, or if all of them had the same attraction. If they even all knew her from various lives. 

That sometimes made her smile. A childish desire to believe soulmates were real. 

Whatever the answer, they all had an opinion about the sunshine in Wraith’s life. Normally trying to get her to do like she’s considering now: Getting Anita into her quarters. 

Wraith huffs. Placing the phone face down on the nightstand and resting in bed with an arm over her eyes as an uproar of voices start trying to convince her to change her mind or to do something saucy to get Anita’s attention. 

-- 

Plans with Natalie fall through at the end of the week. She’s had a breakthrough on a project, meaning she needed to focus all her attention there to possibly prevent a meltdown. She apologizes profusely, but Wraith is quick to tell her she understands and to not worry, they can try for another day. Wraith promises to check in on her in a few hours to make sure she’s not forgetting to eat either, as she knows how Natalie can be when on the brink of something this big. 

So that falls to plan B of Elliott having told Wraith that he and Pathfinder were going to be having a night at the bar and she was free to join. But when Wraith calls him for that, he explains apologetically that Ramya wasn’t feeling too hot today so he was staying in to make sure she was doing okay. Siting something about not leaving family behind. 

It’s sweet, and understandable. Wraith once again explains that she understands, but when the call ends, she feels so horribly exhausted and at her wits end. A sigh on her lips, rubbing at her face and feeling on the very last leg of her thread. 

When she lies on her bed for the seventh day of the week, she stares at the ceiling with a blank expression. In desperate need of something. Anything.  

A sigh escapes her, her brows furrowing and coming to the realization all at once. 

She has to swallow her pride and call her girlfriend. 

It’s not that she doesn’t want to- oh she’s wanted to all week. But it’s...hard to admit to someone that you aren’t okay. That you just need someone there. Not to mention she feels a tinge of guilt. Whenever she had a bad time, her comfort was her girlfriend. To be wrapped in her arms and hear her soothing voice calming her. To smell her cologne and know her worries were put at ease with an easy kiss to the forehead and a tuck of her hair behind her pierced ear. 

Not like Anita hadn’t noticed Wraith doing well- attentive as she was. Wraith just kept saying she had it, that she was fine. Her poor defense mechanism kicking in and pushing away even the woman she loved. 

It’s hard enough for her to even sit up and grab the phone, once again hesitating before forcing herself to just send a simple ‘Hey’ text to her. Telling herself that if Anita said she was busy or even if she wasn’t going to respond because she was already asleep- that Wraith would drop it immediately. That she’d find something else- 

Ting, ting!  

Her phone lights up, casting a blue glow in the dim room and making Wraith’s heart pound at the quick reply. She feels like a teenager as her fingers wrap around her phone and flipping it to look at the text. Her heart does a flutter, feeling relief already in her body and tears pricking her eyes when she sees the text given back to her. 

‘hey boo whats goin on?’ 

A small, tired but fond laugh crosses Wraith’s lips. Rubbing at her eyes to steady herself and feeling a bit ridiculous for having worked herself up to the brink. But exhaustion still wears out her bones. Wraith sinks down onto the ground, pressing her back to her bed and sitting cross legged as she begins typing. 

She erases what she’s writing a few times, starting to become frustrated. Nothing sounds right- or it sounds too needy. Too whiny. Too wanting. But she finally settles on one. 

Honesty. 

‘I just miss you.’ 

That’s what she types at first, letting it sink in before swallowing her pride once more and beginning to type again. 

‘And I...’ 

A moment of hesitation to continue when she hits enter the first time. 

‘I feel like shit. Been having a rough week. Was wondering if you could come over tonight so I could get a few hours of sleep?’ 

When she hits send again, she debates deleting it. But when the read icon pops up in two seconds flat, she knows she’s got Anita’s full attention. 

Something about that makes her feel terribly wanted . 

‘of course pumpkin’ 

Wraith hates that it makes her smile, tired and soft. Pressing her hand to her cheek and feeling a bit ridiculous just how a confirmation and a nickname could make her heart flutter. 

‘be over in twenty’ 

Wraith clicks her phone screen closed. Moving to stand to go take a shower so she at the very least looked half presentable for Anita. Even if her body screams at her to just lie down already. 

Ting ting!  

Another text? Wraith would have assumed Anita was going to finish her nightly work out and then head over. She flips the device in her palm, opening up their conversation. 

‘and don’t even think about showering yet. I’ll take care of you tonight.’ 

‘bath? I’ll bring the snacks’ 

Wraith’s eyes linger on those words with an air of feeling like she was going to melt into a puddle. ‘I’ll take care of you tonight’ Anita said. And she could hear it in her voice too. Low in Wraith’s ear, her full lips caressing the shell of her ear and her voice dropping to a husk with a squeeze to her waist. Where Anita’s hands liked to linger, moving towards her softer abdomen that she oh so loved on her. 

‘I’d love that. Sorry if my hair is a mess :/' 

Wraith finds herself texting back in a more playful manner. Emoticons weren’t normally her thing. But, after texting between Elliott and Natalie who were both plentiful in emojis, Wraith finds herself trying to express her words better by adding some sort of emotion to them. Not so clinical. 

‘you look sexy when your hairs a mess’ 

And once again Wraith hates that it’s the small things that make her pale cheeks flush red. Huffing an amused noise under her breath and knowing Anita is probably laughing in return as Wraith shuts off her phone. 

Her room is a bit of a mess. She hadn’t had the energy to really take care of it much. So, she works on picking up dirty clothing and putting it into the hamper. Finding water bottles to toss out and taking glasses left around her quarters to go wash later. 

It wasn’t horrible, no, just some things where she just felt like she couldn’t do it. Where if she touched one more thing, she would have exploded. 

It looks presentable in a few minutes. Tasks put off that could have been easily done in two minutes that instead took a week to complete. It would have frustrated Wraith on any other day, but today she feels accomplished for even getting that much done. The small wins, as Anita would have put it. 

It makes Wraith feel proud for even rolling out of bed today. 

She also changes into some clean clothes. Nothing fancy, just simple. A spaghetti strap black camisole that her chest near spilled out of- a favorite sleeping shirt and a favorite of Anita’s to see. And some gray sweatpants that were most definitely stolen from Anita with how Wraith has to roll up the bottoms of them to not trip over them. Her hair is tied into a messy ponytail, some black waves curling around her cheeks and making her blow them out of the way with a gust of air. 

She figured she looked presentable enough. Anita tended to like when Wraith was dressed casually, even when Wraith knew how her eyes wandered whenever she dressed up. 

A reminder of their trip just a few months ago for their anniversary crosses through her mind. A small smile playing on her lips when she remembers how Anita couldn’t take her eyes off her in her tight dress. 

The time they spent in Psamathe would always be treasured. Every moment. And every photo tucked away for safe keeping for Wraith’s eyes only. The ones that were more...appropriate had another spot. Namely in her bedroom, on her desk with a photo of the both of them. With Anita’s arm around Wraith’s waist and leaning her cheek atop her head while Wraith smiled with her eyes closed. 

It was one of her favorites. 

She’s outside.  

Wraith makes her way to the living room just as she hears the telltale ‘beep beep’ of the door being unlocked. Able to see the sliding door open to show Anita. Dressed in her casual clothes with her workout bag and a plastic bag slung over her shoulder. Her curls are a bit wet looking, clearly fresh from a shower. A tight white crew neck t-shirt clings to her frame, tucked into camouflage cargo pants and a black leather jacket with silver studs on the shoulders. 

Wraith feels her clit throb. Feeling a bit too wound up already. 

Before Anita can even get a word out, Wraith pounces her. The door sliding shut behind her and bracing Anita’s back to prevent her from falling. Wraith hears a vague ‘woah’ from her and the thump of the two bags over her shoulder hitting the ground. 

Wraith can’t help herself as her strong legs slide around Anita’s hips to secure herself. Feeling calloused palms grab her ass to hold her up and in place just as Wraith’s hands move. One grabbing the nape of Anita’s neck, the other cupping her cheek and dragging her into a hot and heavy kiss. 

Wraith feels all her worries melt away the second their lips make contact. Tasting Anita’s grape lip balm, the taste of mint on her tongue, inhaling the smoky scent off her clothes and the deep scent of leather. The subtleness of the musk and citrus of her cologne. 

She moans freely into her mouth, delighted when Anita hums back, her hands gripping Wraith’s plump ass tight and appreciative. 

Anita is the first to break the kiss, but that doesn’t even make Wraith pause. Kissing down her jawline, down her neck where her teeth start to nip the sensitive flesh right above the silver chains on her dog tags. 

“Fuck-” Anita hisses through her teeth, only spurring Wraith on to seal her lips on a spot on her neck and beginning to suck. Stopping herself from smiling when she hears Anita's breath hitch. 

There's a tighter grip on her ass as Anita walks them back into Wraith’s bedroom. Wraith’s back turned towards her bed and- 

Move. 

When Anita goes to throw her onto the bed, Wraith moves fast to let herself hit the bed. Rolling out from under her just as Anita goes to pounce and promptly hooking her legs around Anita’s waist. Rolling them over so Wraith comes out on top on her lap, delighting in how Anita blinks a few times to get her bearings before her eyes settle on Wraith victoriously atop her. 

“You little -” Anita starts, but is promptly cut off by how hungry Wraith’s lips press to hers. 

Wraith can taste the frustration melting from Anita, feeling how her hands go from pressing at Wraith’s sides to shove her off potentially. To now moving slowly down the curves of her sides, sliding over her plump ass and encouraging Wraith’s little humping movements against her. 

Their lips part occasionally to mingle their breath. Both their half lidded gazes meeting and Anita’s full lips tugging into a small smile when Wraith sighs at the sight of her. But that’s cut off when Wraith leans in again, meeting her tongue first in a kiss that draws a low, deep moan from Anita’s lips. 

Anita’s hands are all over her as Wraith’s hips slowly grind into her. Anita’s hands slide up along her sides, up into her hair to tug it free from its ponytail. Silky black locks fall free, and Anita parts from the kiss just as Wraith sits up a little. Her calloused fingers sliding up and over Wraith’s collarbones, up her neck and just holding loosely for a brief moment around her throat. 

Wraith’s heart flutters, her lashes fluttering just the same and arching her back. A low moan leaving her lips when Anita croons low and raspy in her throat, “Love when you look a mess for me.” 

Wraith shudders under the attention, worries already starting to get put on the back shelf for Future Wraith to deal with. Content to lean back in for another kiss, taking her time licking into Anita’s mouth. Her hands starting to slide under Anita’s shirt, nails scratching along the way across taut muscle- 

Watch it.  

Wraith doesn’t have time to question it. Not when she’s so intoxicated by Anita’s taste and scent. Fingers wrap in her hair at the root, pulling and forcing Wraith’s back to arch and forcing her to sit up. She moans for the pain of it, her hips rolling helplessly into Anita’s lap with a hiss and a flutter of her lashes. 

A low, breathless chuckle falls from Anita’s lips, and Wraith knows the sight of her is making her just as much of a mess as Wraith is. “Woah, Kitty. Relax. I missed you too, but let's focus on you for now, yeah?” 

“I like my way better.” Wraith speaks, a smirk in her voice that is quickly extinguished when her hair is held tighter and forcing her to bare her throat. Keeping her in place like a scruffed kitten as Anita sits up to kiss the expanse of her neck down to the strap of her tanktop on her shoulder. 

“Betcha do. Always been good at distracting yourself from your feelings, hm? Let’s get you cleaned up, princess.” 

Pent up but willing to follow, Wraith only groans low in her throat. Letting Anita slip out from under her and peeking up at her when Anita looks down at her. Wordlessly, Wraith lifts her arms up like a pouting child, enjoying the way Anita’s eyes roll despite her soft smile and she lifts her up. Allowing Wraith to hook her legs around her and arms around her neck to be carried into her bathroom without much of a fight. 

The bathrooms for their quarters were nice. Some had walk in showers, some had clawfoot tubs. In Wraith’s case, she’d gotten a tub. At first that had been a struggle, but if she wanted a shower she could just go to Anita’s or the gym’s locker rooms. Especially on nights where no one else was awake. 

Small risks were had on those nights. With a hand over Anita’s mouth and the other sinking fingers into her and making the soldier beg. 

Anita sets Wraith atop the sink so she can begin drawing the bath. Going under her sink and finding the self-care items that Anita and Natalie had equally purchased for her. 

Bottles full of expensive hair care items that Anita had gotten for her, siting her expertise on hair care. Things like bubbles and soaps purchased by Natalie, who for some reason knew what scents were too much for Wraith and managed to avoid them miraculously. 

“Let’s get you undressed, baby.” Anita’s voice gets Wraith out of her trance. Feeling the weight settling back on her of the last two weeks. Suddenly tired, worn out. Too tired to take off her own clothes and grateful when she feels Anita gently working her out of them. Her warm touch sliding over her bare flesh and it makes Wraith sigh softly, her shoulders slumping. 

When she finally can refocus on the world, it’s when Anita is gently leading her to the tub. Letting Wraith sink into the warm water, the scent of lavender and vanilla quiet in the room. Anita only leaves briefly to return with a few candles, setting them around and turning off the lights to leave a quiet, low glow. 

Wraith watches her quietly. Watching as Anita begins to strip and sighing to herself at the sight of her working out of her clothes. Her eyes sliding over the muscle freshly wound up from Anita’s work out, the scars on her body telling stories not even Wraith knew all the answers to. 

She was picture perfect- even if Anita didn’t think so some days. No one would think the headstrong soldier could have her shy moments, but Wraith knew the truth. When the clothes came off and her dark eyes looked at Wraith as if waiting for her to comment something other than how handsome she thought she was. 

When Anita comes close, Wraith makes room for Anita to slide in behind her. Sliding her legs on either side of Wraith and sloshing the water a bit. Wraith leans back into her when Anita’s arms slide around her slowly, encouraging her to lean back until Anita can rest her chin atop her head. 

They sit in silence, and Wraith knows that Anita is waiting on her to open up. To work through her feelings and talk about it. 

It’d always been...difficult. Where the words wanted to come out, but Wraith’s throat closed. Where her frustrations became something more than just something as simple as a shitty week of back-to-back frustrations. 

Where her memories cannot separate past from present. 

“I don’t know where to start.” Wraith murmurs finally, feeling Anita’s fingers tracing circles into the softness of her abdomen and soothing her immediately. She tips her head back against Anita, closing her eyes when lips press to her forehead gently. 

“Don’t have to say a word ’till you’re ready, Shorty.” Anita murmurs in return, making Wraith at least crack a small smile at the familiar pet name.  

“And if I’m never ready?” 

Wraith can physically feel the smile Anita pulls on her forehead, another press of a kiss there before she grabs Wraith’s chin. She tips it all the way back, straining Wraith’s neck so she has to look up at her. “I have a good way of making stubborn kittens like you talk.” 

Wraith’s face flushes, her heart pounding in her ears and pulling herself from Anita’s hold of her chin to face forward. Anita’s body rumbles behind her with laughter, her nose nuzzling at the top of Wraith’s head and her arms squeezing her back to her strong chest. 

It’s...easy. The thoughts come easy when it’s Anita. Where the words once clog her throat and anxiety eats at her lungs- she can finally find the words. 

And Wraith spills. Talking of her hard week, feeling a weight lifted the second she mentions just how tired and exhausted she is. That she’s tired of being leader, that she just wants to get taken care of and for things to go right. How all her plans have been falling through. 

All while Anita is attentive to her. Humming and going ‘Mhm’ or nodding her head in understanding. Starting to work on washing Wraith’s hair for her, massaging into her scalp and briefly making Wraith’s woes disintegrate with each loving swirl of her fingers and scratch of her nails. The soft scent of lavender and figs filling the room as Anita tips Wraith’s head back to pour water through her hair and pecking a kiss on her forehead. 

Familiar movements come with the conditioner. Where Anita twirls her hair through each strand as if to encourage her natural wavy pattern. Anita was the type to be very particular about her hair, teaching Wraith the care behind it when she expressed interest in doing her hair for her.  

As Wraith’s words start to dwindle down and tears stop pricking her eyes, Anita starts to wash her body so lovingly. A washcloth with vanilla scented soap working all across her body. Her head being practically cradled back into Anita and Wraith’s back arching so she can let her wash her thoroughly. Arching back into her and sighing when Anita moves the washcloth down her body, down over her abdomen. As if pushing all worries down, down, down, into the water below to be later swirled down the drain. 

Wraith can’t really help herself when her breath hitches as bare fingers skim down over her happy trail, down over her mound and then back up. It’s a purposeful tease, one that makes her sigh shakily when she hears Anita’s fond hum behind her in her ear. A small nip to her pierced ear and Anita’s deep tone crooning, “Be patient. Thought you said bath time was a sacred place?” 

“Starting to regret past me.” Wraith huffs, her head straining back in an arch against Anita’s shoulder when her hand starts to come up. Squeezing one of Wraith’s full breasts and skimming over a pierced nipple in a way that catches her breath. It only quickens when Anita’s hand comes up, loosely wrapping around her exposed throat and a low moan leaving Anita’s lips in a way that makes Wraith’s clit throb . 

“Don’t look so temptin'. Might eat you alive.” 

She could make us forget.  

She better watch her mouth before we shut it for h-  

Imagine her tongue-  

Her hands-  

What she could do to us-  

Watch it.  

Wraith’s eyes open just in time to see a bubbly hand come up and a finger to gently tap to her nose. Bubbles linger, popping and tickling and making her nose scrunch.  

Laughter falls from Anita, only to spike up when Wraith squirms from her, grabbing a handful of bubbles to shove into her face. The water sloshes with Anita’s jerk and the sharp gasp from her that’s intended to sound more dramatic and offended than she is. But when she wipes the bubbles aside to look at Wraith’s smug expression, she narrows her own dark eyes. “Oh, it is war.” 

Laughter ensues when Anita lunges forward with a new handful of bubbles. The water sloshing around them and onto the ground as they both try to smash bubbles into each other. 

There's giggling, yells of ‘no fair’ and ‘brat’ being exchanged until finally Wraith goes to splash her and ends up with both her wrists being snatched and held to Anita’s chest to keep her still. 

They’re both panting. Anita’s curls have bubbles popping in them, her skin wet and glistening with the soapy water. Bubbly water swirls down the drain beneath the tub built into the tiles, the floor wet and an even more dangerous battlefield.  

“Truce?” Wraith speaks, looking at how Anita’s eyes narrow with her smile. It’s one that tells her she’s debating throwing another metaphorical punch in. 

“Truce.” Anita finally decides, jerking Wraith’s trapped wrists forward so she can press a kiss to her nose. 

They finally make it out of the bath, but when Wraith goes for her clothes- she's quickly shooed away from them and told to just go lie on the bed after she dries off. 

“Whatever you say, Boss.” Wraith teasingly quips back, quickly getting her ass pinched and making her yelp with laughter as she heads for the bed. Feeling a bit less exhausted then when they had started. 

Lying on the bed dutifully in the dark, Wraith lies on her stomach with her arms crossed under her head and a pillow tucked under her chest and stomach for comfort. It feels a bit exposing to be lying there naked, the sheets feeling cool against her warm flesh. But, Wraith finds comfort in closing her eyes and easing her body’s tension. Knowing Anita wouldn’t do anything to harm her or surprise her. 

When Anita does enter the bedroom again, Wraith can hear the soft swish of clothing on her body. Only mildly disappointing, Wraith’s almost tempted to crack an eye open and grumble for her to get undressed again. 

But words die in her throat when the bed shifts with Anita’s weight, her strong legs straddling Wraith’s thighs and the pop of a cap heard. 

The scent of some sort of oil fills Wraith’s senses first, hearing Anita rubbing her hands together before they start sliding the oil across Wraith’s shoulders and back. Working the taut muscles there first and making a sigh leave her lips as talented fingers slide up the back of her neck and then back down along her spine. 

Anita is god sent with her motions. Even more so when she leans down towards Wraith’s ear, murmuring with her chest pressed to her back and making Wraith feel each rumble of her low voice. “There you go, kitten. Nice and easy, yeah? Relax for me.” 

Wraith hums low in her throat in reply, a sigh following when Anita sits back up and her fingers work down her back and over her sides. Feeling her shift down her body to work more across Wraith’s body and all her taut muscles. Kisses press down her spine, down towards her lower back and kissing each dimple there before the weight shifts again. 

Hands slide over her ass and Wraith tenses up but soon eases. A low moan leaving her when the massaging touches get rougher. Soon pressing to her thighs and pressing them apart until Anita can move her body between them this time.  

If it were anyone else, Wraith would feel exposed. Too exposed for comfort. But...with Anita? She’s never been more willing to rip herself apart, expose all her bad- all her good that came with it. To bust her ribcage open and hold her beating pulse if it meant seeing Anita’s soft, sweet smile that was always crooked and how her dark brown eyes looked at Wraith like she was the most beautiful thing on this planet. 

Wraith’s breath catches, her fingers curling into the sheets when teeth nip at her hip. Soft, pale skin easy to bruise there and making her sigh again when a tongue dips out to taste the bite. 

“Bleh -” Anita huffs, clearly getting a mouthful of oil as she sits up and the moment breaks momentarily. It makes Wraith laugh, shifting to peek over her shoulder to see the way her girlfriend’s nose scrunches and she’s wiping her mouth off on the bottom of her tanktop. Lifting the fabric towards her mouth and showing off her abs in a way that Wraith can’t help but admire. 

“Not your smartest move, baby.” Wraith quips, seeing how Anita’s eyes shift up to her face and narrow in reply. 

“Hey, don’t condescend me.” Anita huffs back at her, reaching and smacking Wraith’s ass just hard enough to make Wraith jump with a flutter of her lashes. “I’m trynna make you feel good. I don’t need you acting like a brat.” 

“Mhh. My apologies, Ma’am. Won’t happen again. I’ll be good.” Wraith smiles through her words, knowing they sound a bit too sarcastic for Anita’s liking with the look she gets. 

Her laughter is smothered in her arms when Anita swats her ass again in a quiet way of telling her to shut up. 

When the tension dies down again, Anita gets back to work of her massage. Working on Wraith’s lower back and easing her once more, working back down to her ass where her hands slide over the plump frame of it. Nails catch Wraith, scratching down the backs of her thighs and making a whine catch in her throat. Another kiss is pressed on her lower back, and that’s all the warning she gets when hands grab her ass and spread her apart. 

Wraith’s face flushes bright red, burying herself deeper into her arms at how exposed she feels. She knows she’s wet too, feeling the warmth seeping there and shuddering when Anita adjusts her grip to make sure she can spread her pussy apart too with the action. 

Wraith can’t help but tip her hips upwards, arching her back and shuddering when Anita moans low in her throat with a, “Good girl.” It sends Wraith into a spiral as her hips jerk into the air without even being touched. 

It was rare Wraith wasn’t in control. She liked having it over Anita- who she believed needed a break from being in control all the time. And just...Wraith struggled with feeling submissive. But in times like this, it didn’t feel so much as submission as it felt like they were equals. Where Anita’s touches were experimental and quiet, always room for Wraith to disagree or politely tell her otherwise. 

It also helps that Anita’s talented hands just made her into putty. Relaxed for the first time in weeks. Her mind thankfully empty except for the thoughts running rampant about being touched. 

Still exposed, Wraith can feel how her cunt drools with slick. She can hear how Anita moans low, her breath close to her skin before her tongue slides up. Licking Wraith from her clit, all the way up her cunt, up further to lick across her ass and along her hole. 

Wraith feels dizzy from how turned on she is. Whimpers falling from her throat unwillingly when Anita’s tongue focuses on her ass. Swiping over her hole, licking and pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses. The pleasure isn’t new, Wraith has been touched like this before, but it doesn’t change how electrifying it feels. 

“God, ‘Nita-” Wraith breathes out, her lashes fluttering when she lifts her head to breathe. Tipping her head back and moaning outwardly when she hears Anita hum against her, her tongue pressing into her experimentally. 

Anita’s rough fingers slide up Wraith’s thigh, slipping briefly along her pussy and collecting the wetness seeping there before her mouth leaves her. Fingers toying now with her ass, brushing wet knuckles across until Wraith feels like she’s going to snap from how tight she’s wound. 

“’Nita- ” Wraith whines this time, her name like a prayer on her tongue as one finger sinks into her ass. Anita’s mouth doesn’t stop though, moving to kiss across her ass instead and sinking her teeth into a soft cheek. Undoubtedly getting more oil in her mouth, but being more subtle about the mistake by dragging her tongue across Wraith’s hip. 

Wraith is practically humping the bed to brush her clit across the sheets. A second finger is introduced to her hole, and her entire body trembles. 

“That’s a good girl. Gotcha purrin’ like a little kitty, hm?” Anita’s voice is rough, sending tremors through Wraith’s body and a mewl following to make her point even more clear. Anita’s fingers pump inside of her, fucking her at a nice pace and sending another jolt through Wraith’s body with a cry. “What a good kitten you are.” 

It’s an experimental phrase. Not that Anita hasn’t teasingly referred to her as a cat before. But in bed? This was new. A new word that only proves to make Wraith clutch at the sheets, mewling and twisting her body as her lower half fills with fire of desire. 

“A-Anita-” Wraith gets out, her breath stuttering and ragged. A third finger is introduced, and she buries her face into the pillow beneath her to muffle her raw cry. Tears fill her eyes at the pleasure, caught between trying to fuck herself back onto Anita’s skilled fingers, or hump downwards against the bed. 

“Use your words, baby.” Anita’s voice is like silk, her fingers rocking slow and hard into Wraith. Dragging them slowly back and pressing back inside, curling downwards into her and making Wraith feel oh so full. 

“Hhh-” Is all Wraith can get out at first, definitely drooling on herself by now as her eyes go unfocused. But she manages at the very least. “Fuck me- just fuck me already, ‘Nita, G-God you’re so good- ah!” 

Hard to talk when your girlfriend can’t get enough of you, it seems. Because Anita only hums at first, still fucking her fingers into Wraith without a sign of stopping. Her tongue returning to lick around her fingers. 

But finally, blissfully, she departs. A small pat to Wraith’s ass and a murmur to wait there and get on all fours being said. 

Sluggishly, Wraith picks herself back up on shaky arms. Moving so she can sit herself up on all fours, hugging a pillow to her chest and arching her back to put her ass nice and high in the air with spread legs. Even going so far as to slowly sway her hips, living up to that cat persona Anita is so fond of calling her. 

She’s watching.  

Wraith can hear fabrics shifting and the loud zzpppt sound of a harness being tugged tight around Anita’s body. She only knows she’s looking because she can hear the mutter of a swear under her breath. It makes Wraith smile to herself, knowing she had such an effect on her. 

The bed creaks and shifts with Anita's weight. She settles behind Wraith, a hand coming underneath her to brush her whole palm against her cunt until Wraith presses down into it in a hump. 

A chuckle is heard behind her before two fingers brush past her enlarged clit, sneaking down until they can slip into her cunt and curling forward. Wraith doesn’t hide her cry, or her eagerness when she shoves her hips back into Anita’s fingers with a moan. 

Wraith knows Anita won’t finger her long- not out of not caring, no. But because Wraith liked the pain of the stretch. It was something Anita had worried about at first the first few times she was allowed to top. Always asking if Wraith was okay, if she was hurt. But nowadays, Anita knew that the rougher she was, the wetter Wraith got. 

“Mmh, hey, Rey?” Anita’s voice is gentle despite her fingers curling into Wraith. It’s hard to hear her at first, but Wraith catches it, humming in her throat quizzically. “Remember when we had our anniversary?” 

It’s not a question. It’s a set up to something bigger. But it’s hard to really be suspicious when your girlfriend is curling her fingers inside of you juuuuust right and her dumb, stupid, gorgeous smoky voice is doing a number on you already. 

So, you can’t really blame Wraith when she practically whimpers out a, “Y-yeah-” without any hint she’s actually listening or curious to what else Anita has to say. 

Thankfully, Anita doesn’t seem to press. Just humming in reply. “Yeah. Was nice.” In a manner that would normally make Wraith suspicious at first, if she wasn’t feeling Anita’s fingers leaving and hearing the shuffle behind her as she comes closer. 

Questions for later. 

Now Wraith can feel the dildo behind her. Anita’s chosen cock of the night was one she was familiar with by now. She can see it in her mind clear as day. A dark, obsidian base to a dragon-like imagery. Thick and girthy, with ribs and bubbles that stimulated harshly. It wasn’t very long, just about maybe six inches, but it was incredibly thick. Fading to a deep shade of red at the tapered head with gold flecks hinting into the silicone. 

Wraith sighs, practically melting so her front rests on the bed and her ass sticks high in the air, thighs splayed wide and ready. She can’t help but move her hips back across Anita’s cock, slipping her cunt across it and letting her breath catch. 

Anita’s laugh behind her is soft and low, her hands grabbing Wraith’s plump ass and holding her nice and steady. “Nice an’ easy, kitty cat. Look like you’re about to purr. That happy to get fucked?” 

Wraith won’t entertain her with a retort. But she does entertain her with a huff, tipping her head so she can look behind her shoulder out of the corner of her eye. Catching Anita’s look, how her head tilts and her curls remain immaculate, her lopsided smile and the glow of the lamp behind her makes her look heavenly. 

Sunshine incarnate. 

And Wraith, the moon, helplessly attracted to her and aching to be within her orbit. 

She’s beautiful.  

She wants us.  

Look at how hungry she is.  

We could have her-  

If she just let us-  

-uld take her, wipe that grin right off her mouth.  

For a brief moment, Anita’s face crosses with worry. Undoubtedly from the milky white of Wraith’s eyes. But with a small smile sent her way to quietly tell her it’s alright, her worry vanishes back to that cocky look and a squeeze of Wraith’s ass. 

“My Ladies distracting you?” Anita says with that same cocky look, that same lopsided grin and gentleness in her dark eyes that makes Wraith’s heart race from more than just arousal now. 

Yes.  

“No.” 

Wraith’s quick reply is met with a laugh. And Wraith hides her smile and playful lie by turning her head back into her arms. 

It doesn’t take long to get back into it. Where Anita lines herself up and gently presses the head in. She’s always so careful at first, always so gentle with her grip on Wraith’s hips. It could be sickening sometimes how gentle this soldier could treat her sometimes. Like glass. 

Like Wraith was something precious to her. 

Wraith groans, shoving her hips back and moaning when she feels the sharp bite of pain from taking the entire cock in at once. She’s greeted with the hiss from Anita, a sharp slap to her ass and a harsh grip that only serves to make Wraith groan. 

“Hey- you’re not in charge here.” Anita grunts, her voice low and blunt nails digging into the soft flesh of Wraith’s ass. Wraith can’t even pretend she’s sorry, not with her moan and how she rolls her hips back into Anita’s for her to just get on with it. “Keep acting bratty and maybe I’ll just have to tie you up.” 

Now THAT gets Wraith’s attention. A weak mewl leaving her at the idea of Anita having to hold her down by the back of her throat, another on the rope binding her wrists behind her back, just using her however she pleased. Taking what she wanted. 

Now that was a thought. 

“Promises, promises.” Wraith manages to choke out through another moan when Anita pulls her hips back nice and slow. Feeling each bump, each rib stimulating inside of her. Apparently, her retort isn’t desired when she feels a slap hit her ass, making Wraith’s body jerk, only to be yanked back roughly by her hips onto Anita’s cock. 

It’s a repetitive motion, one that Wraith tries to keep up with. Trying to fuck herself back onto Anita’s cock or trying to even push herself up onto her forearms to get a better angle. But Anita lets her have none of that, a hand twisting in Wraith’s hair and pressing her cheek back down to the bed, her other hand gripping her hip and holding her still to fuck into her. 

Wraith is a mess under her, clawing at the sheets and trembling under her. Anita’s voice caresses her ear, thick and low and murmuring, “Yeah? You like being treated like this, baby? Like being mine?” And Wraith is so helpless, unable to argue or come up with snarky in time. Only able to whimper in turn. 

When Anita sits up behind her, Wraith can hear the wet sound of maybe fingers in her own mouth before two fingers brush by her ass again. It’s all the warning she gets before they plunge into her, curling and pressing downwards to make Wraith feel fuller and fuller from both holes. 

It’s so overstimulating. It’s so much- she's so close- 

And then Anita stops. 

And Wraith practically screams in frustration, trying to twist herself but still held down by the hand in her hair and only able to exhale sharply in irritation. Trying to fuck herself back onto Anita’s hips and fingers, but unable to with how she’s scooted forward to press flush into Wraith. 

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Anita’s voice is teasing, dripping with faux sympathy. Her fingers aren’t stilling either, pumping into Wraith and making her feel her own slick drool down to the bed undoubtedly in strings. “Ya wanna cum?” 

“Yes- ” Wraith practically hisses, her nails digging into the sheets and feeling just a second closer to ripping open a rift just so she could get the upper hand.  

“Then be a good kitty for me and make some noise. Meow for me.” 

Wraith’s face turns three shades of red, her heart still pounding in her chest from being on the precipice of cumming. There's a feeling almost like humiliation in her and yet she... 

She kind of liked it. 

“Make me.” Wraith finds herself saying, almost immediately regretting it from the way Anita’s fingers still and pull out of her. The feeling of her strong hands holding her hips and sliding them up and over her waist. 

“Suit yourself.” 

It’s with that that Anita pulls out, and at first Wraith goes to maybe turn herself over, but a hand on her lower back keeps her in place now. Feeling how the head of Anita’s cock slips further up, brushing across her ass and making Wraith’s breath catch. There’s no warning when Anita grabs her hips, sinking her blunt nails in and the head popping into Wraith. 

It almost hurts. Almost. But there’s something about that bite that makes Wraith’s eyes roll into the back of her head with each inch fed into her until Anita’s hips press flush to her ass. 

Oh, what Wraith wouldn’t give just to see what Anita looked like right now. 

Wraith is a mess, squirming and on the same hand trying so hard to hold still. Especially when one of Anita’s hands slides off her hip, reaching under her to capture her clit between her index finger and middle finger’s knuckles to jerk her engorged clit casually. 

Anita knew just how to work her. Just how to drive Wraith to the brink and bring her back down. Until Wraith was squirming back on her cock, choking on a sob over how full she feels and how Anita’s hand slaps lightly across her cunt and makes Wraith’s body jump. Pushing her back further onto Anita’s cock and making a moan choke from her again. 

Anita was going to kill her. And what a beautiful death it would be. 

“You know what I want.” Anita gruffly murmurs by Wraith’s ear. “Gonna make me force it out of you? I can do this all day, baby.” 

That finally seems to do it. A mewl parting from Wraith’s lips, followed by Anita’s murmur of ‘Good girl’ that only makes Wraith do it again for good measure. A shatter of Wraith’s need for control. 

Anita’s fingers hook around her hips again, pounding her hips into Wraith’s ass and fucking her harder now. Each loud slap of skin on skin bringing Wraith closer until she’s stuttering on her next pronounced mewl as she’s cumming. Cumming harder than she think she’s ever done in her life with harsh tremors of her body and sobs of Anita’s name. 

That doesn’t even stop Anita, only making her a bit rougher as she reaches under Wraith to grab at her breasts, thumbing at her pierced nipples. Sob after sob leaves Wraith, squirming as her clit throbs and squirt dribbles down her inner thighs from the intensity of her orgasm. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, helpless but to take whatever Anita gives her. 

And take she does. 

It’s when Anita slows her hips down does Wraith finally begin to catch her breath. She’s drooling for sure on her arms, blinking blearily and making a soft noise in her throat of curiosity at why the pace has slowed. 

“Said you remembered our anniversary, right?” Anita asks in that way that really means it’s not a question, so Wraith doesn’t respond. Not until her hair is pulled and forces her head up with a cry, bowing her back beautifully for Anita. It’s then that she gets why Anita is asking. 

In front of her, on the pillow, is a laptop. One that Wraith didn’t even realize was put there. And on the screen is that video she’d taken. Seeing herself crawl up onto the bed to work Anita into a strap on, her own voice in the video ringing out, “Wasn’t really asking you, Princess.” 

Wraith’s breath catches in real time, the fingers twisted in her hair keeping her nice and still as Anita’s hips start to pound into her. “Keep watching.” Anita murmurs, lips brushing by her ear and sending a shiver through Wraith’s frame. 

She’s made to watch as she guides Anita’s head in the video to her cunt, how she’s covered in Wraith’s lipstick from the night, how she slips her panties past her lips, how Anita looks so adoringly at her. 

Like she is now.  

Lips press to the side of Wraith’s neck, just under her ear and kissing down her neck, down her shoulder. Each thrust sends her body bouncing, jerked right back onto Anita’s cock and hearing just how Anita moans nice and low. The harness must be pressing right against her clit, sending dull vibrations through. 

Wraith’s mouth waters at the idea of being able to lick her raw. 

Anita’s low groan and her hips stuttering capture Wraith’s attention. Feeling her hair released so her hips can be grabbed, her wide hips being held still so Anita can fuck herself into her, humping her ass and once more making Wraith’s eyes roll back. The sounds of her girlfriend cumming making her match as she begins to cum with a cry, equally matched by how Anita slaps her ass and grips the plump cheek with a groan. 

As they both come down from their highs, Wraith can’t support her own weight anymore. Not when Anita slips from her and releases her, making Wraith practically melt onto the bed in a splat. Legs apart, one lightly pulled up, her body shaking and trembling and lying in her own little wet spot with lubricant leaking out of her ass. 

Surprise.  

Click!  

“Anita!” 

The click of a camera following flash and one of the Ladies speaking makes Wraith groan in embarrassment. Hearing Anita chuckle and lightly patting her ass lovingly. “What? Thought you’d like a reminder for later, baby.” 

“Mnnnhph-” Wraith groans in turn, reaching back to swat blindly at Anita who laughs as she slips off the bed. 

From there, Wraith is gently pulled into Anita’s lap- who has set her harness to the side and slid her shorts back on. Gently, Wraith is cradled in her lap, a hand on the back of her head and pressing her face into Anita’s neck where she inhales her scent and the hint of sweat. Anita’s other hand rubs Wraith’s thigh softly, soothingly, giving her a fond and comforting squeeze to her frame. 

A kiss presses to Wraith’s ear, and just the gentle move makes her blush, squeezing her arms around Anita tighter and making a positive noise. 

“How do you feel?” Anita murmurs, pressing a firm kiss to Wraith’s shoulder adoringly. 

“Better.” Wraith confirms in a small voice, her throat aching and her mouth dry. “Little thirsty.” 

“Mmh, I’ll bet.” 

“Anita.” 

Anita laughs at the stern, scolding tone. She murmurs an ‘Alright, alright’ as she gently shifts Wraith off her lap and onto the bed- out of the wet spot on the bed. She’s only gone for a moment before a cold water bottle is given to her, following a sugary pack of gummy prowlers that makes Wraith break out into a beam. 

Easy to please, she’s well aware. But she’s also aware of the way Anita looks at her oh so fondly with a little half smile as Wraith snatches the candy delightedly. 

Once more Anita leaves after double checking Wraith didn’t need anything more physically. When she returns, it’s with an armful of fresh sheets, but at first Wraith doesn’t pay any mind to her being there. 

She’s watching us.  

Peeking up and through her lashes, Wraith tries to hold back a blush at seeing Anita with an armful of new sheets and blankets. The little smile back on her face and the lightest flex of her biceps in her tanktop making Wraith feel how she did the first time she’d ever seen Anita look at her like that. 

Thankfully the silent staring is broken when Anita walks in and shoos Wraith from the bed to take the soiled sheets and change them. From there, she goes and gets a wet washcloth to help clean off Wraith without the need for another bath, also getting her a new pair of panties and one of her big hoodies she took comfort in. 

Anita gestures for Wraith’s arms to go up as she holds the hoodie and Wraith obeys. Only for Anita to pull it down over her head, stopping when she’s at her shoulders while Wraith is blind so she can push her back onto the clean bed. Sending Wraith gasping, only to fall into a giggling fit when Anita’s hands grab her hips to hold her in place. Anita presses kisses up her tummy, pressing a raspberry there while Wraith is helpless and squirming, still caught in the hoodie. 

The torture ends soon when Anita tugs the bottom of the hoodie down to rescue Wraith. Wraith can feel her cheeks flushing as she looks up at Anita, seeing her half-lidded eyes and her fond half smirk down at her. She’s straddling Wraith now, arms on either side of her head and looking all the more charming per minute. 

Wraith can’t stop her racing heartbeat when Anita leans in, fondly pressing their foreheads together. 

“Hey.” Anita softly murmurs. 

“Hey.” Wraith murmurs back just as soft, closing her eyes and turning her head to rub their noses softly together. 

They move back into the bed together. With Wraith tucked into Anita’s arms, her ass pressing back against her and her cold fingers holding onto Anita’s arms around her body. Anita’s chin tucks against the top of Wraith’s head, occasionally moving to press a kiss. 

“How are you feeling, by the way?” Anita starts, resting her cheek against the top of Wraith’s head. When Wraith hums back quizzically, Anita clarifies. “You were upset earlier. Ya know just makin’ sure my baby’s okay. I mean, I know you’re satisfied physically-” 

That earns her a laugh from Wraith and an elbow in the ribs, sending Anita laughing in turn. It’s good she’s got her back to Anita, or she’d see just how much her absentminded ‘my baby’ affected Wraith. 

“I’m better,” Wraith murmurs, pulling Anita’s hand up to her face to kiss her palm tenderly. “Thanks...for coming over, I mean. And just...being with me. I should have told you earlier but I-I was...” 

Wraith trails off, pulling Anita’s hand to cup her cheek and sighing when Anita’s thumb caresses her cheekbone. A quiet and patient understanding as she waits for Wraith to continue. 

“I don’t know- I was stubborn, I guess.” Wraith finishes after a moment. Rolling over to look at Anita and letting her arms drape over her waist. At first not meeting Anita’s gaze, not until fingers gingerly grab her chin, guiding her gaze up to Anita. 

“Hey, I get it. It’s hard asking for help. But you know I’m here for you, okay?” Anita’s voice is gentle, a low rumble and making Wraith’s heart burst into a frenzy again. Especially when Anita leans in, pressing a warm, soft kiss to her forehead. “I love you. For better or for worse.” 

“Your ‘hopeless romantic’ is showing again.” Wraith playfully mumbles, smiling when she feels Anita smile against her forehead in turn. 

Soon they settle back down. Only the soft glow of the fairy lights Wraith has overhead making the room glow. Anita cradles Wraith to her chest, stroking through her hair and down her neck, occasionally drawing or writing mindless things with her fingers. 

One day, Wraith’s mind reminds her. 

One day they could forget the games. Start a life on their own together. 

For better or for worse.  

#Bangawraith #Voidstrike #bangalore x wraith #apex legends #apex lemons #apex legends nsft #nsft #lemon #commissions #princess writing

[thiswasinevitableid]

88. I dropped my watch in an open grave, jumped in to get it, and while you were visiting your dead grandmother, you saw me climbing out of the grave (credit to @enchantedcass)

Indruck, sfw or nsfw, please!

Here it is! This is technically SFW, though there's some discussion of sex and a bit of steaminess at the end.

“Here, these are fresh.” Indrid sets the wildflowers on the small, stone marker, so covered with moss and worn with age that no one can read it. He only knows where to find her because he watched from the Barrens as she was put in the ground.

Temperance Leeds. His grandmother, the one who narrowly avoided accusations of witchcraft, the only human who ever set foot deep enough in the trees to bring him food, to drape blankets over his shaking shoulders. She never forgot him, and he shall return the favor as long as he lives.

There’s a thump of earth behind him and he whirls; it’s midnight in a graveyard, who could possibly be here? The ghosthunters usually wait for darker nights to come. In his periphery, a hand rises from an open grave.

Great, if the dead rise he’ll probably be blamed for that too.

“Fuck” A young man pulls himself from the grave, staring at his cell phone, “c’mon, please don’t be fuckin cracked.” Light illuminates his face and sighs, “thank fuckin christ.”

The light disappears and he blinks, eyes adjusting to the dark. Indrid, too caught up in working out why he’s in the ground, hasn’t bothered to hide as he should. The human notices.

“Uh. I. Uh. Dropped my phone checkin the time. I, uh, definitely wasn’t smokin in the off limits, uh, fuck, graveyard I, uh, I fuck, promise I’ll clean up my beer bottles I mean, uh, fuck.” He scratches the back of his neck, “please don’t call the cops?”

“Can you see me?” Indrid cocks his head.

“Yeah?”

“And you are worried about me alerting the police?”

“I mean, guess we’re both breakin the rules but I kinda figured you were staff here because of the clothes.” He gestures to the ensemble Indrid cobbled together from clothes lines.

Indrid stands, stretches his wings, flicks his tail and watches the human slowly notice the color of his eyes and the outline of his horns.

“Fuck. Look, man, whatever you are, I swear I won’t tell, I’m just tryin to keep busy, please, my folks are already worried about me-”

“I’m not going to harm you.” Lightning cracks through the sky, flashing his shadow across the frightened human, “I just wanted you to see me clearly.”

Rain patters on the leather of his wings. The man looks up at the sky, face seeming even younger as it fills with resignation. Indrid recognizes it’s source.

“You have nowhere to go, do you?”

“No. I, uh, decided I wanted to get outta town and never come back, made it as far as here before I ran outta money.”

Indrid offers his hand, watches the man’s face zero in on the claws, “You may spend the night with me, if you wish. My home is a ways into the woods, but it is dry and warm.”

“Okay.” The young man replies softly, letting Indrid help him up as the dirt turns to mud. Indrid shelters him as best he can with a wing until they reach the cottage. Indrid kneels by the fireplace, lumps kindling into a pile as the young man sets his backpack on a chair.

“Nice place. Gotta admit I was expectin somethin more dilapidated. On account of the whole, uh, y’know.” He gestures to Indrid’s horns and cloven feet.

“It was much like you expected, once upon a time. But a human named Arlo Thacker took pity on me and helped me build it with the aid of a few friends. There.” The fire flickers merrily, “that should keep us warm. You may--ah, what are you doing?”

The young man has removed his jacket and shirt, revealing what Indrid recognizes from human magazines as a sports bra. His hands are now on the fly of his jeans.

“You said I was supposed to, uh, spend the night with you?”

“Yes, in that you may sleep here to be safe from the weather and any who might wish you harm. Not so that you may keep me warm. So to speak.”

“You’re not gonna fuck me?”

Indrid flicks his tail, surprised, “You would offer yourself to me, looking like this?”

The man nods in a way that suggests he’s run a calculus in his head and decided Indrid’s desire was less abhorrent than some other option. Indrid crosses the small living room, bringing them face to face. He reaches out a hand, runs his claws through black hair until the human closes his eyes. Then his hand slides to cup his cheek, one nail tracing fond little shapes on the skin as the man sighs. Against his better judgement, he tilts his head down to nose the dark locks; smoke lingers there, just as alcohol hangs on his breath. He’s so warm, so willing and so very soft. Indrid wants nothing more than to undress him further, carry him to his cozy bedroom and discover what sounds come when he fits their bodies together.

“What’s your name?”

“Duck. It’s a nickname.”

“A charming one. But no, Duck, I will not take such advantage of you. I may be called a devil, but I do not believe in making one trade their body for basic kindness. Come along, the bedroom will allow you more privacy.”

“Thanks.” Duck sways, and Indrid senses a weariness he’s not certain a good nights rest will fix. Tomorrow he will be sure to be gone when Duck awakens, leaving his dry clothes and a map back to town outside his door so that he can do what Indrid can dare to; leave the Barrens and find a life waiting for him in the world beyond.

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There are some days when Duck thinks his encounter in the woods was a dream. The hand-drawn map he keeps folded among his books tells him otherwise.

He’d come home after that night, made his peace with Kepler for a few years more, and often awoke from dreams where he was pushing through brush in pursuit of a strange shadow. He never cites these as a reason for his taking a job at a state forest in New Jersey that includes the Barrens.

Now, he’s decided to upgrade from his apartment to a house in the woods that’s been listed for over two years and is a goddamn steal because of that.

“As you can see, there’s another residence across the clearing; that’s why the company that built this lovely dwelling was able to do so. They intended to build a nice little community here.”

“The fact that ain’t happened got anythin to do with the reason I gotta stay the night before I make an offer?”

Ned’s smile falters, “Indeed, dear boy. I like you, so I’ll be forthcoming; we’ve never seen anyone in the other house. But they have most certainly seen us.”

Duck settles in for an uneventful afternoon and evening, reads his book and considers whether he could fit some windowboxes on the house for garden space. It’s not until it’s pitch black outside that it starts; footsteps on the roof, followed shortly by red eyes peering in through the living room window.

He opens the front door, the undergrowth rustling hurriedly to his left.

“Uh, hey there. You may not remember me but, uh, we’ve actually met before. About ten years ago. You uh, you let me stay the night?”

Only some crickets, unaware of the tension in the air, reply to him. Then the bushes grow two, ruby red flowers.

“Duck?”

“Yep. Y’know, you never told me your name. If we’re gonna be neighbors, feels like I oughta know what to call you.”

A shadow moves from the trees, stopping when it reaches the light spilling from the windows. He’s as Duck remembers him; short horns sprouting from a mop of silver hair, claws on his fingers and black wings folded on his back. His skin is a swirl of ashy grey and ember red. And his face, while striking, is human. That was the part that always tripped Duck up; the Jersey Devil was always drawn with a goat or horse face, making him question whether that’s who he met all those years ago.

“Indrid. My name is Indrid.”

“Nice to see you again, Indrid.”

The other man smiles, and Duck knows what will replace the mad hunt through the brush in his dreams, “Likewise.”

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“You know, she had three more children after me. None of them suffered the same curse.” Indrid kicks idly at the long decayed remains of his family home. Their nightly walk brough them close to it this time around, and Duck had been curious. His interest is never prurient or morbid; Duck wants to get to know Indrid, not his legend.

“That fuckin sucks.”

Indrid chuckles, “I do enjoy how you put things so plainly.”

“I’m serious, what kind of folks put their kid out when it’s a baby? I mean, mine weren't always the fuckin parents of the year but at least they understood lookin after me was part of the deal.”

“It was a different time.”

“Fine, but I’m still judgin the hell outta them.”

Indrid looks fondly down at the human, “That’s as fair a fate for them as any.”

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“It don’t weird you out?” Juno indicates Indrid’s house from where she and Duck are sitting on his front porch. The twin Adirondack chairs are a new addition, as the warmer months mean he and Indrid spend ample time trying to see the stars through the treetops.

“Nah. Indrid’s a real good neighbor when he’s around. He’s uh, from an old family so he don’t gotta work. Part of why he keeps such weird hours.” Duck wishes he could introduce them; it’d be nice for the three of them to have dinner before Juno heads south again. But Indrid has several centuries of shitty human encounters that dig under his skin like splinters, and Duck will never push him to ignore that pain. Besides, there will be other visits.

The summer and fall pass in much the same ways last winter and spring did. Duck works in the park, visits friends in town, runs errands, and generally goes about all the mundane moments that make up a life. Then he spends his evenings in one of the two cottages, or walking alongside Indrid on long-overgrown pathways.

The hardest part of it all is not mentioning Indrid in every single conversation; Duck is already tempting disaster being unable to lie and the neighbor of a cryptid. He doesn’t want to also drive his friends up the wall talking about said cryptids art, or his laugh, or the little herb garden Duck is helping him grow.

They’re in the stretch of days between Christmas and New Year, and Indrid has just finished opening the gift Duck brought him; a thick, soft sweater that Duck stitched a “I” into the front of along with a few little pine tree patches. Indrid smiles at him and notices that Duck’s sweater is done in a similar fashion (in fact, everyone in the Newton family wears one like this). The grin turns bashful and Indrid rubs his cheek against the fabric.

“Thank you, Duck. I, ah, I’m sorry I do not have anything to give you. Holidays are not my strong suit.”

“Just gettin to see you is enough.” Duck stands to refill his tea, Indrid’s gaze caressing his back as he moves through the room. He almost hadn’t gone home, had offered to stay and keep Indrid company. But his friend insisted, reminding him that while it felt odd to be without each other, they both had spent plenty of time apart and been fine. All the same, when he got home yesterday Indrid was knocking on his door before he even put his bag down.

Duck didn’t mind at all. No more than he minds when Indrid sleeps with his head in his lap or strokes his hair while they read on the couch.

The cryptid stokes the fire as the snow gives way to sleet, streaking the windows with icy drops.

“Goodness, what a frigid night.”

“No kiddin.” Duck sets his mug down, turns just as Indrid gets to his feet, “can’t say I mind, kinda reminds me of the night we met.”

The colors of Indrid’s skin make a blush difficult to spot, but Duck’s learned which dip of his head and quirk of his lip means it’s there.

“‘Drid? Did you ever think about that night? Because I did. I, uh, I do.”

“Yes.” Indrid’s tail twitches.

“What do you think about?”

“I, ah, I...you first.”

Duck crosses the creaking floorboards, looking up into red eyes, “I think about how safe it felt when you brought me here. How when I woke up, I felt like this was some kinda weird sign, that I needed to rethink some things and that’s how come I went home, which turned out to be a good call. And” he smirks, “I think about how I was drunk and desperate enough to ask the fuckin Jersey Devil if he was gonna fuck me.”

Indrid blushes once more, studies the ground as Duck touches his shoulder, “I must say that is the part that dominated most of my thoughts. Not right away; for the first few weeks when I thought of you I only hoped you were alright. Then I would let myself imagine that I had been devilish indeed.”

Gently, Duck raises Indrid’s hand and cradles his cheek with it as they did that night, “What would you have done, devil of mine?”

A snicker, “I will answer that only if you tell me whether you are angling for the demonstration that I think you are.”

“Damn right.” He closes his eyes, heart swelling and skin prickling as Indrid steps closer and nuzzles the top of his head.

“I would have asked if you were tired of running. If you wanted a home. And would you like to make it here, so that we could keep each other company. I know in my heart this would have been a selfish offer. I am glad I did not make it, did not trap you here, resign you to a fate that was not what you would have chosen freely.”

“I’m pretty fuckin free these days.”

“And that all on it’s own fills me with joy. But yes, there were nights where I wished I’d been selfish.”

Duck tips his head up, brushing their noses together, “Say you made that offer and I accepted. What then?”

Indrid cups his face with both hands. The kiss is chaste, Indrid sighing against his lips as he twines his claws in his hair. Duck wraps his arms around his waist, lightly teasing the edge of one wing.

“Then” Indrid murmurs, “I’d carry you to bed.”

“Yeah, that part woulda been easier when I was seventeEEN” he laughs as Indrid scoops him into a bridal carry with ease. He’s never been in Indrid’s bed, so he giggles again when he discovers it’s ten times squishier than his own. The cryptid sinks onto it with him, guiding him so they’re face to face on their sides.

“May I undress you?”

“Knock yourself out, darlin.” Affection deep and warm as a thermal spring wells up in him as Indrid carefully removes his sweater and shirt before dainty setting his claws to work on his fly. When Duck is down to his boxers, hunger enters Indrid’s eyes for the first time.

“Oh you are divine.” One hand strokes his leg, pausing at the crease of his thigh each time it reaches there. The other curves along his belly up to his chest before caressing his face, the black claws making his skin seem oddly pale and very fragile in comparison.

Duck touches the hem of Indrid’s shirt and the cryptid freezes.

“‘Drid? Is this okay?”

“Do you...truly wish to see me unclothed?”

Duck surges forward to kiss him as he rucks up his shirt, the movement a sufficient answer for Indrid to raise his arms and let him pull the sweater and battered shirt beneath it away. His skin here is the same swirl of colors as the rest of him, but there’s a dusting of peach fuzz fur across it. It’s delightful under Duck’s tongue, though the little keen of pleasure from Indrid is even better.

“It’s strange” Indrid traces hearts and zig-zags with his claws along Duck’s sides as the human continues kissing his chest and neck, “I thought that seeing you like this would so overwhelm me with need that I’d beg to have you this instant. But it seems I feel much the same way I did in my fantasies of that night.”

“Oh” Duck reaches up to toy with the base of a horn and Indrid groans happily before continuing.

“Had you stayed, knowing you were now mine, I’d have taken my time. Nestled you under the blankets, opened you up on my tongue until you were weak from pleasure. That way it would be easy to take you when I was ready. Perhaps on your back, so you had me to hold onto if you needed. Or on your belly, so you would be even more sheltered from the cold, cruel world by my body and wings. And I’d stay there for hours, make up for decade after decade of touch starvation by glutting myself on your young, willing body.”

“Holy fuck, ‘Drid.” Duck pulls him down into a kiss, “christ that’s a fuckin good image.”

“Mmmm” the cryptid licks his cheek, “it is, isn’t it. But since you are not going anywhere, and we are not limited by the confines of my imagination, I am even less inclined to rush. Will you indulge me with just kisse tonight?”

Duck brushes silver hair from his forehead, planting a kiss there when he’s done, “Of course.”

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The morning brings several feet of snow and announcement that those who can stay in their homes and shelter from the ongoing storm should. The pines drop heaps of white across the ground, and frost makes the windows so icy it’s better to draw the curtains and stay curled up in the dark.

Duck doesn’t mind at all.

#indrid cold/ duck newton #indruck #meet ugly #monster boyfriend

[kevinstansanonymous]

High School but Gayer and Worse

Aka the tma/wtnv high school au crossover you didn’t want but I still provided

WTNV Cast: Cecil: runs the morning announcements, is the assembly narrator and does sports commentary

Carlos: resident mad scientist, blew up the chem lab freshman year, his scientists are other freshman who live in awe and terror of his shitty chem skills

Old Woman Josie: the nice librarian lady

The Angels: weird library kids who follow Josie around

Earl Harland: that one kid in every culinary class, you swear he’s been a junior for as long as you’ve been there

Tamika Flinn: freshman girl who feels really strongly about banned books in high school

Leann Hart: rival underground school newspaper, is suspected of causing the “mysterious accident” that put the online social media team in the hospital

City Council: principal & vice principal

Station Management: the office

The Interns: freshman who help Cecil out, they keep getting in accidents/getting sick so none ever last more than two days (except for the lesbian freshman of course)

Michelle: first chair cellist in the school orchestra, plays percussion in school band, one of the school's top trend setters

Maureen: sophomore who survived being a freshman intern, she keeps getting in what look like fatal car accidents but miraculously surviving with no harm

Kevin: was raised atheist but sophomore year created an entire religion, managed to convert half the school before faculty could get involved

Charles: new Mormon kid really interested in Kevin’s cult and also Kevin

TMA Cast: Jon: runs the school newspaper, that one kid who always asks really uncomfortable personal questions

Martin: sunshine boy, has a giant crush on Jon, went through his edgy phase sophomore year when he became friends with Peter

Elias: that shitty rich prep kid

Peter: the even richer shitty prep kid, family owns a yacht which he never shuts up about

Melanie: volleyball lesbian (she’s the spiker), her slaughter record is her deliberately aiming the ball so it hits other girls’ faces

Basira: runs one of sports team, is top of her class

Gerry: weird library kid who came up with the high school fears, caused a school wide supersitution about it

Georgie: class president and also gsa leader, once stood up to the principal which is where she got her no fear rep

Jude: no one’s sure how she got in here, everyone’s pretty sure she’s been expelled five times but she’s always there in the locker rooms offering freshman cigarettes

Agnes: prep kid that every lesbian in school has a crush on, may or may not be under police investigation for arson

Daisy: runs the chess club, school rumors about her previous anger issues but no one has any proof, had an accident and was in a coma for sophomore year

Tim: high school sweetheart, had to move away after junior year

The High School Romance™ Drama: Elias and Peter are the shitty high school couple that dramatically breaks up and gets back together every two weeks. Their drama shamelessly gets involved with everyone else's drama

Cecil and Carlos are the school’s It Couple™, they won homecoming king and king (which is this au’s version of their marriage)

Martin has a giant crush on Jon and Cecil tries to help him out using the morning announcements, cue horrible shenanigans and mishaps

Jude still has a Massive Crush on Agnes

Maureen and Maurice are still a power hipster couple, rumor has it they once single handedly crushed a freshman beneath their power

The principal, vice principal, and the entire office are all in a giant polycule

Kevin and Charles aren’t subtle at all and people keep walking into them making out in very obvious places

Steve and Abby are the brave out straight couple, they adopted freshman Janice

General Fackts™: Kevin’s broadcasts are when he locks Cecil out of the broadcasting room and takes over for the day

Cecil and Kevin are twins but their parents divorced and raised them separately (cue parent trap)

Martin performs poetry at the talent contest to confess to Jon, Jon doesn’t get it, (cue shenanigans)

Martin ends up becoming friends with Peter sophomore year, it goes terribly, (cue depressing shenanigans)

Jon and Cecil have a bitter rivalry because Jon thinks Cecil isn’t professional enough as a reporter and Cecil thinks Jon’s sweater looks dumb

There is at one point a school fashion show, the school never recovered from the damage

(Fears under the cut since this is getting long)

The Fears but in puberty this time

Vast:  fear of the largeness of the world, "Where will I go after this?"

Buried: fear of being trapped into a career path, or alternatively just normal claustrophobia, "what if I don't actually want to do this?"

Web: fear of being used, "what if they don't actually care about me?", "what if i'm being manipulated?"

Slaughter:  fear of disapproval from authority figures, "is my mom going to be mad at me?"

Lonely: fear of being unlovable, "what if no one ever likes me?"

Hunt: fear of being targeted or bullied, "will people come after me for who i am?"

Flesh: fear of being ugly or unattractive, or judged based on your body, "do people think i'm pretty?", "will they hate me for how i look?", "is my body good enough?"

End: fear of the unknown that comes after graduation, "what comes after?", "will i survive the real world?"

Corruption: well... fear of bugs, or fear of changing for the worse, "will things ever get better instead?" “Is that a fucking cockroach infestation in the locker room???” (god i hate public school)

Dark: fear of the dark, fear of the occult, "are ghosts real?", "can these superstitions hurt me?"

Desolation: fear of it all crashing down, fear of failing school or your grades being ruined, "are things this good really sustainable?"

Eye: fear of being known, of having your secrets exposed, "does anyone know?"

Spiral: fear of dwindling mental health due to school, “can i really go through another year?”

Stranger: fear of the people around you becoming strangers, fear of not knowing things, "My friends are acting different then they were before” “I don’t recognize anyone in this classroom”

#sorry for this massive post but it needed to be set free #we made this like a year ago lmao #long post #tma #wtnv #cecil #carlos #jon #martin #im just gonna tag the big fandom characters otherwise these tags would be a mile long #also im fitting a glee club in here eventually

[olderthannetfic]

Escapade Vid - The Untamed

I could say this was my attempt at meta on an underappreciated character and that's why I wanted to vid Wen Ning…

Nah, I just think he's hot.

Wen Ning has this adorable babyface and big eyes. Just my type. And then he got a goth makeover and became a creepy zombie, increasing his hotness by ten thousand times. The Living Dead was everything I wanted except for dubcon possession porn, and it both irritates and cracks me up to see how many people find it OOC and badly made. I agree the colors are an abomination though--but more on that later.

I like Wen Ning the best because 1. He's hot and 2. He's one of the most competent characters and compromises his morals the least. Mianmian might be one up on him given how her story turns out, but in a whole series of craven idiots, I like the suicidally moral characters, especially when they're competent.

And also JC. Because I like his face. (What? I never said my Untamed feels were deep.)

I wanted to make this vid last year, right after Escapade. I spent forever finding a song, and I'm glad I did it then because it was a nightmare. I can find love songs easily, but I don't really care about WN/WWX, nor would most love songs fit that. It's clearly one-sided, but WN is also clearly totally happy to follow him around forever. Happy love songs are out. Pining angst is out.

WN is also motivated by high ideals more than specific family feelings. WQ wants to protect her family. WN wants to repay his debts. WN is a shy doofus on the surface when we first see him, and he acts flustered around most of the older characters, but this is deceptive. I feel like the most revealing scene is when he pops up at Lotus Pier, ready to grab JC and take on his entire clan. In what universe was this a good idea? What is he even doing there? Why did it actually work???

I wanted a song that encapsulated WN's quiet stubbornness. The trouble is that like 99% of popular music is either about romance or about being a confident badass, and most of the confident badass music is "Fuck you, ex boyfriend, I'm stronger now". I did not want an ex boyfriend song. A bunch of other songs are macho, flexing dudes talking about how they'll win the sports competition. Obviously, that was out. There are a very few songs like Try Everything, but they're awfully perky for covering Wen Ning's entire story, including him getting, you know, gruesomely murdered.

I honestly can't remember how I found the song I picked. I was probably listening to Happy Hanukkah on endless repeat and saw it in the Youtube sidebar. (Look, it's a great song for all times of year. Shut up.) Matisyahu has many amazing songs that build and move in ways ideal for vids.

I then sat on this source/song combo for a year because, well, it sure was a year. But when we got close to Escapade, I realized I wanted to finish it for the con.

Clip choices:

I'm not going to include the full lyrics on their own since they're in English and on every lyrics site. Instead, I'm putting the relevant bits between my explanations of what I chose and why. A lot of it came together quickly. I knew I wanted to include cute WN moments, like him being bullied by kids, and they wouldn't fit in the main narrative, so I had to put them in the intro.

Feel like the world don't love you They only wanna push you away Some days people don't see you You feel like you're in the way

I had a lot of trouble with 'push you away' since, generally speaking, no one does push him away. However, this is a vid from Wen Ning's own perspective, so it felt like an acceptable match to use the part where Wen Qing tries to leave him behind as they go on a hunt. She's objectively correct to do so given what happens, but Wen Ning is clearly upset that she tried. He doesn't want to be protected, especially at the cost of other people's safety.

Today you feel as if everyone hates Pointing their fingers, looking at your mistakes You do good, but they want great No matter what you give they still wanna take

I was very clear from early on that I wanted to use 'mistakes' for what Wen Ning is actually upset about: ruining Jin Ling's life. Of course he feels super guilty about what he did, despite it not being his fault, but the specific fallout Wen Ning is going to care about is a kid's feelings, not the political drama. That gave me the idea for what to do with 'good' and 'great'. More than most characters in the series, WN is not impressed by the power structure or reputations--scared, yes, but not impressed. WN likes bringing people food, at little things that are quietly good, and their society does not value that. (Cf. everything about Jiang Yanli's betrothal before Jin Zixuan catches feelings.)

'No matter what you give' I used for a shot that is probably not going to read as anything in a convention vidshow. He's bruised up, so I was hoping it would read properly visually. The actual context of the shot is WN having been thrown in the dungeon for being a traitor to the Wen. And yet, when the Wen are defeated, does he get a pardon? Nope, ignominious death. It really didn't matter what he did: these factions are all thoroughly corrupt and the entire system is garbage. It's all power-hungry assholes and sanctimonious prisses ripe for manipulation. All that mattered was that he was a Wen, and the Wens were either on top or being exterminated.

Give your love and they throw it back You give your heart they go on attack When there's nothing left for you, Only thing that you can do, say

The next part is WWX being an ungrateful little bitch. He's understandably stressed, but it still cracks me up that he's all up in WN's face and WN is literally only there to help him. WN might feel an obligation, but WWX sure isn't earning it here.

'When there's nothing left' I wasn't sure about. WN hitting rock bottom is arguably when he gets killed or maybe when they're in the burial mounds, but that didn't work with my structure. I chose to put a montage here of all the times that WQ tells him to stay safe by ditching WWX. I sympathize with WQ, but as WN comments in one of these scenes, he's following their own family code that she taught him. WQ cares so much about protecting WN (and the rest of their little part of the clan, but let's be real, it's mostly about WN) that she's willing to collude with a mass murderer just to keep him safe. Maybe it's only because he's a younger sibling, but WN seems to see things a lot more clearly. I laugh every time he's like "Uh huh, uh huh" as she lectures, and then the next scene is him running off to do something dangerous again.

Today, today live like you wanna, Let yesterday burn and throw it in a fire, in a fire, in a fire, Fight like a warrior, Today, today live like you wanna, Let yesterday burn and throw it in a fire, in a fire, in a fire, Live like a warrior

For this round of the chorus, WN is burning his Wen clan membership in a fire, and the heroic thing is running away, living to fight another day. WN has no ego, nor would ego be helpful here.

Buuuut, equally, being an actual warrior means hurting people, and while he was literally mind controlled into murder, that still couldn't have happened if he hadn't been already involved in violence and fighting. Violence you regret is also part of this life, and so is accepting responsibility for your actions. (Sure, he's very literally not responsible here, but WN doesn't know that at the time and doesn't feel that even later.)

There's some things you should let go, They're only gonna pull you down, Just like weight on your shoulder They are only gonna make you drown

I swear The Untamed has the best casting for a variety of face types. I recognized everybody from the moment they appeared… Except for Su She. Whom I forgot entirely and couldn't recognize at all. Doh.

It wasn't till I was clipping the whole series for this vid that I realized that the reason Wen Ning gets possessed here is that he's the only one to notice Su She's plight and go to his aid right away. I think on first viewing, I read it as him just getting possessed before he could get in the air, but that's not what's happening at all. His dumb ass stayed behind to try to help someone. Seriously, fuck Su She. They live in a grotesquely shitty power structure, but WN responds in admirable ways, while Su She just whines that he's not on top.

We all swing high, we all swing low, We all got secrets people don't know We all got dreams we can't let go, We wanna be brave, don't be afraid

WN's secret is that he gets possessed so easily and why. WQ is refusing to tell WWX in this scene, but he has figured out something is up and gives her a talisman for WN, which shows up later in the plot to great emotional effect--though not in this vid, alas.

The butterfly reveal was one of the first things on my timeline as I recall. I have Many Feelings. Also, this is me, so yes, I totally ship them. >:D

WN and WQ showing up to accept responsibility is kind of a dumbass move, but it's definitely brave. I enjoy how WN just keeps barrelling through the plot in a way that should mean he's the cute woobie who dies early on to prove the world is bad… and that instead leads to him being one of the strongest fighters, making it through the series, and finding A-Yuan again. (Though, okay, he did that first thing also. Heh.)

I ended on Jin Ling because I was so struck on rewatch at how the juniors first meet Wen Ning.

Today, today live like you wanna, Let yesterday burn and throw it in a fire, in a fire, in a fire, Fight like a warrior, Today, today live like you wanna, Let yesterday burn and throw it in a fire, in a fire, in a fire, Live like a warrior

I dimly recalled this fight, but it wasn't till I was clipping that I realized just how much focus each of them gets and how WN is literally strangling them and such. I just remembered him fighting people, not who. It's hilarious how quickly after this (in their timeline) we have doofus woobie WN being cute and them being like "He's my murder zombie! ♥"

For this chorus, I focused on that change. WN is rescuing them. "Yesterday" is their scared faces. Here, being a "warrior" is apologizing to JL. And maybe WN doesn't really owe an apology, but JL does deserve one. Almost no one in the series seems to give a shit about how JL is feeling.

And then my favorite scene with my two faves! WN is finally telling JC what he has probably wanted to for ages. WN is a wuss when it comes to himself, but he gets righteously pissed when someone else is being mistreated. The yesterday he's letting burn here is his promise to keep quiet… along with viciously burning down every bit of self perception and hubris JC ever had. Ouch!

Your heart is too heavy from things you carry a long time, Been up you been down, tired and you don't know why, But you're never gonna go back, you only live one life Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go, let go,

Bless the sequel movie for literally being entirely about Wen Ning's internal struggle. The way he breaks free of the bad guy's hold is by accepting the past and letting go of his guilt over things he can't change.

Today, today live like you wanna, Let yesterday burn and throw it in a fire, in a fire, in a fire, Fight like a warrior,

He's just so hot in this movie! This first chorus is him coming out of the hallucination, having beaten his self doubt and then beating on the villain.

Today, today live like you wanna, Let yesterday burn and throw it in a fire, in a fire, in a fire, Live like a warrior

Okay, in actual canon, JL mostly joined them because he was competing with LSZ like the bratty little asshole he is, but I wanted to highlight how JL got over himself enough to join the other juniors on team WN. Also, WN defends both him and LSZ in this scene in ways he couldn't back then.

Today, today live like you wanna, Let yesterday burn and throw it in a fire, in a fire, in a fire, Fight like a warrior,

This I wasn't planning on at all. As I was clipping the whole series, I was thinking that WN's possessed footage here wouldn't be narratively useful since he went and got taken over again, but when I rewatched for visually impressive stuff to use interstitially, I realized that--holy shit--he's defending Jin Ling in this scene. And he succeeds. I included both a shot of Jin Zixuan, which everyone caught in the vidshow, and a shot that nobody mentioned: Wen Ning's bloody fist after ripping JZX heart out to go with Wen Ning's bloody hand on the sword in the present as he struggles to keep it from Jin Ling. Here, fighting like a warrior means keeping the sword off of JL, even if WN can't defeat the spirit or resolve the entire situation himself.

ALSO I HAVE MANY FEELS ABOUT JC JUMPING IN FRONT OF JL.

Today, today live like you wanna, Let yesterday burn and throw it in a fire, in a fire, in a fire, Live like a warrior

Sometimes, WN is not that sweet. He traps this dude in a hell of his own making instead of letting him kill himself because Wen Ning can be a vindictive little bitch. And then he strides off into the matte painting sunset.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Other vidding notes:

I totally wanted to do something with Chinese characters, but there wasn't really space, and after much dictionary-searching and asking, it's clear that Chinese does not use morality metaphors involving a compass pointing true north. But that effort was not wasted since I needed a good font for my other vid.

Vidding The Living Dead turned out to be a pain. I had completely forgotten it was in another aspect ratio. The shots look much more beautiful before one crops them. That said, none of them are that beautiful because the entire film has this atrocious green color filter over it. It's like they're all wading through mud at all times. Ughhhhh. I spent so long trying to fix the color on that final scene to be at least a little pretty for my vid.

Still, the film had exactly the emotional tone I wanted. It very much skewers the fanon that WN is entirely the bashful wimp he appears to be on the surface when we first see him. It makes overt the change that we see over the series. It's also fundamentally different because it's a situation where WN is the senior person and in charge of someone. We've seen him babysit a small child, and we've seen him around the juniors with lots of people of his generation also there, but we've basically never seen him out from under WQ and WWX's thumbs. It's only natural that he's acting more authoritative here. His smackdown of the villain is very much in line with how he treats JC during the golden core reveal. WN is not a forgiving guy when he thinks someone has been selfish and awful.

Throughout this vid, there are shittons of color, speed, and motion effects. I don't normally use a lot, but it turned out to be a lot of fun this time. I should find another project to use effects on.

The vid:

Available on AO3.

#vidding #wen ning

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Give Me Some Sugar

Steve Rogers AU

Series Masterlist

Sugardaddy! Steve Rogers x Sugarbaby! Reader.

Summary: When young Y/n gets fired from one of her jobs she struggles to make enough money for college loans and Bills, that’s when she meets Steve. What Steve is looking for isn’t exactly a relationship, he just wants someone to look pretty in his arms and take care of his needs without asking many questions about his job.

Series Warnings: Salty reader, age gap, Sugardaddy and sugarbaby relationship and all the chaos that comes with it, SMUT (Obviously. Don’t try tell me you didn’t see that coming, Karen.), asshole people (Yup that’s a warning.),language more will be added later to the chapters.

Characters (as per the chapter): Y/n, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, Sharon Carter. 

Words: 5.4k. (I need to calm down.)

Chapter Warning: Salty reader, Drama, Some making out.

CHAPTER  FOUR

The next day you found yourself sitting in the cafeteria of your college during the break between your two classes fidgeting in the chair. Your sister asked you this morning that how the apartment hunting was going and you smiled and lied to her that it was going great and you already saw a few of them. The truth was it had completely slipped your mind because of the dates with Steve. 

How could you be so lost in a guy that you forgot that you were practically homeless. knowing your sister, she would definitely throw you out at the end of the week, weather you have a place to live or not. You were already sipping on your fourth cup of coffee. What the hell were you going to do? You can’t really ask Sharon or Wanda, they already have to much on their plate with the semesters coming to an end and the loans. You can’t ask Kyle either, he lives with his cousins who always stare too much. Steve? No, you just met him a few days ago. Although you would love to live with him it wouldn’t really be right.

You could always apply for the dorm rooms. But who wants to live in a dorm room, they’re always so gross.

“What got you so anxious today, babe?” said a voice and you turn to see your two loves of your life coming up to you. You quickly gave Wanda a hug and turn to give one to Sharon as well. They took a seat on either side of you and waited for your reply.

“Well, Lisa might or might not have found out that I was fired from the restaurant. And then she called me the ‘w’ word in front of her children. And then I might or might not have told her that I’m gonna move out and then she gave me till the end of the week, Its already Thursday and I still have no where to go.” You said and your voice almost broke. “I’m homeless.” You cried out.

“A decaf, please.” Sharon yelled out to the waiter pointing at you and you assumed it was for you. “You can just ask her to give you some more time.”  Sharon suggested as she turned to you. 

“I can’t, Sharon. I have dignity.” You said.

“She’s right, Sharon. Besides you know Lisa, she’ll hold it over her head for the rest of her life. Sweetie, you can always come live with us.” Wanda said as you thanked the waiter who brought your decaf. 

“But that place is already too small for the two of you, where are you gonna fit me? I don’t wanna bother you guys. And no offence but that couch is not really back friendly.” You said.

“Yeah, non taken, we know that. And you can stay with us till you find another place okay?You’re not gonna bother us, besides you can cook dinner and lunch. And about that couch, we can share bed alternatively with you. Right Wands?” Sharon said looking at the red head.

“Absolutely. And we will also help you apartment hunting.” Wanda nodded with a smile.

“Really? Oh my god, guys, I love you.” You said and pulled them both in for a hug. Just then you felt your vibrating and you took it out to read the message. “No this is not what I needed right now.” You exclaimed before putting your phone back in your purse. 

“What happened?” Wanda asked with an raised eyebrow.

“Mr. Zane just cancelled our class.”

“I swear to god, Y/n, if you cry because your class got cancelled I’m gonna jump off the terrace.” 

“I’m sorry.”

*******

Sharon and Wanda practically dragged you back to their apartment claiming that they didn’t have any class either but you had a feeling that they were lying and just needed an alibi to skip classes, not that you mind or anything. 

“You guys watch TV, I’ll make something for lunch.” You went to the kitchen to make yourself busy into doing something, you knew is you sat free your mind would wander off to apartment hunting again.

As you hummed a melody that you don’t quite remember that well and dance around in the kitchen a little you could hear Wanda and Sharon fighting over what to watch. You weren’t quite paying attention to it until you hear Sharon say “Look, Wands. I told you I saw him somewhere. No one can be that stupid hot and not be a celebrity.” Your curiosity got the best of you when you heard her words and you ran out of the kitchen to see who were they talking about.

Your eyes widen as you saw the familiar face on the TV. Your words got stuck in your mouth. There he was, proudly giving interview to some famous TV channel. You felt like he was looking directly at you from the screen. You could tell that it was clip of some old interview because there was that sexy beard on his face that he wasn’t sporting anymore.

Steve. Shit you almost forgot about Steve, he was supposed to pick you up from college.

You started to say something when Sharon said “You remember that sexy stranger from your birthday, Y/n, that’s him. Thank god I didn’t go up and talk to him, I’ll never stand a chance.” Sharon said as she looked at the screen with heart eyes and you almost felt guilty. Was it wrong for you to make a move on him when Sharon clearly stated she was into him? Well she said she called dibs and you were not in high school anymore, and you saw him first anyway............. Gosh, you were a shitty friend. You should just tell her and apologize. It won’t be a big deal right?

“Guys I wanna-” You started but you were again interrupted by Sharon.

“Oh my god, He’s so dreamy. Maybe I should have just talked to him, I mean what’s the worst could have happened?” She asked. ‘He could have told you that he’s interested in me and you would have hated me?’

“You should have. Who knows? You could have been in his bed right now.” Wanda playfully wiggled her eyebrow. You couldn’t help the slight pang of jealousy that you felt at the thought of Sharon being with Steve instead of you.

“Guys I want to tell you something. Wanda, remember I was talking about something that day at college, well this is it. Ste-” You were cut off again but this time it wasn’t either of them, it was the doorbell. God, why can’t people let me finish before interrupting.

“I’ll go get the door, you finish your juicy story later.” Sharon winked at you before getting up and walking toward the door. 

Sharon opened the door and her eyes widen as she took in the man standing in front of her. She thought she was hallucinating. Half of her was expecting him to just disappear or maybe convert into their annoying neighbor who was always here to ask for a phone charger. There he stood the man of the conversation, in all his glory. Blue eyes looking down at her because of the height deference. 

You couldn’t see who was standing at the door because of the angle but you frowned when you didn’t hear anything for a few seconds.

“Guys, please come here and tell me I’m not hallucinating.” Was the first thing that came out of Sharon’s mouth after a few seconds of silence. You and Wanda walked over to her and your eyes widen as well as Wanda’s. 

“I can assure you you’re not hallucinating. I’m here to meet Y/n.” He said pointing at you with his eyes. Both of your friends turned to you with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

“You know him?” Sharon asked in a surprised tone and you let gave her a guilty smile.

“We are seeing each other, I thought you people would have known.” Steve replied.

“This is what I wanted to tell you guys. Steve what are you doing here?” You asked the man.

“I went to your college but you weren’t there then I went to your house your sister told me you might be here...... Is this not a good time?” He asked as he sensed the awkwardness between you and the blond girl..

“No, It’s okay. I’m Wanda by the way, this is Sharon. And you already know Y/n here. Why don’t you come inside.” Wanda said with a smile which he returned. 

“No its okay, I was here to pick her up.” Steve said and Sharon gave everyone a smile before walking to her home without another word you followed her as well.

“Sharon I’m so sorry. I know that night you clearly stated that you were into him but then you just walked away and I know I should have asked you before going out with him. I’m so sorry.” You said practically begging for her forgiveness but in return she only smiled at you.

“Y/n, its okay.”

“No its not, Sharon. I’m a bitch to do that to you, It was not what a good friend would have done.”

“Y/n seriously, I think its okay. You should go.”

“I can cancel if you want me to. We can have a girls night.” You offered with a smile.

“Y/n please just go. I’m okay, I’m not in high school anymore, I’m not gonna be upset about you hooking up with a guy I had a stupid crush on.” You knew what this was about. No matter how much she says she forgives you you could see that little glint of hatred behind her eyes for you.You know she still hasn’t moved on from what happened in high school. 

Without another word you walked out of her room, you wanted to talk to her until she would laugh again on your stupid jokes or pull you in a hug or even yell at you but you knew she wanted to be left alone right now. She clearly didn’t want company, much less yours.

When you came into the living room you saw Wanda and Steve having a conversation and laughing at something. You smiled at them. At least she was getting along with Steve, you wanted nothing more than your friends to get along with Steve.

“What you guys talking about?” You asked walking up to Wanda and sitting on her lap. 

“Its a secret. If I tell you you’ll kill me.” Wanda replied.

“Oh my god what did you say, Did she say something embarrassing about me? If its about the cab thing, I had no idea it was a private car and I was getting late.” You defended yourself.

“It was definitely not about the cab thing but now I wanna know about the cab thing.” Steve said suddenly looking more interested in it.

“Oh you’re never gonna find out, Rogers. Now lets go.” You said standing up and taking his hand. “Wands, keep an eye on her. She says she’s not mad at me but I know she is.” You said worrying about your other best friend.

“Its okay. Don’t worry about her, have fun.” She said giving you a wink and a hung. “It was nice to meet you, Steve.”

“You too, Wands.” He replied and you looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Wands?”

“We bonded.” He casually shrugged making you and the red head laugh.

Your mind couldn’t help but wander off to Sharon as you looked out the window as Steve drove to what you assume was his house since the traffic and crowd was reducing with time. You should have told her on the first day that it was Steve who paid for the drinks. It wouldn’t have escalated to this by now. 

“What ya thinking about, Doll?” Steve asked keeping his one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your knee.

“Just thinking about, Sharon.” You replied

“Ya, What happened? She just walked away.”

“I really don’t know its my place to say this but...... well, she kinda saw you in the club at my birthday and she called dibs, which is this stupid thing we have been doing since we were in high school, and now I broke the sis code and I’m seeing you and I think she’s upset with me.”

“Well, its not true because I made a move on you.”

“Steve, I clearly remember giving you a strip tease in the middle of the dance floor, minus the strip.” 

“I was the one who asked you out. And besides you can’t control who you get attracted to, doll. You were the one I got attracted to, not her, and its not your fault.” He said stroking your left cheek. 

“Actually its about what happened in high school, she’s still a little salty about it.”

“What happened in high school?”

“We were in senior year and there was this guy, Brady, He was the mayor’s son. She had a really huge crush on him and I don’t know why she just never told me about him, she only told Wanda and when Brady asked me on a date I said yes, She caught us making out in the chemistry lab. And she got so mad at me, I didn’t even know what I did until Wanda told me. She didn’t talk to me for three months even though I immediately broke it off with Brady.” You said and you didn’t realize you were so embarrassed and ashamed of yourself that you couldn’t look him in the eyes in that moment.

“Hey, Doll. It wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t have known.” Steve assured you, holding your chin and turning your face to him. You halfheartedly smiled at him. “Besides, I don’t really blame Brady.” He winked at you making you blush like a teenager. 

You couldn’t help but stare at Steve as he continued driving. His one hand in steering wheel and the other in yours. He was stealing glances at you now and then. How could a man be so devastatingly beautiful, without even trying. His blue eyes was sparkling in that moment that he was sitting in the car with you.

You wanted to kiss him so bad right now, you know you shouldn’t since he’s driving but when has you ever not done something because you shouldn’t, that’s why you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. Your hand against his jaw rubbing at the stubble that was growing there. Steve was taken aback at first but then quickly kissed you back. He was smiling against your lips. You then pulled away with a giggle and sat back on the passenger seat.

“What was that for, Doll? Not that I’m complaining.” He asked with a smile.

“I just......wanted to make sure you’re real.” 

“So? What do you think? Am I?”

“Oh that was very real.” Steve pulled up in his driveway less than 5 minutes later. As he helped you out of the car you looked up at his mansion. If you had thought it was beautiful last night. It was even more beautiful in the morning. You could see it very clearly in the sunlight. 

“It looks even more wonderful in the morning.” You commented as you took in every detail about the mansion. 

“Thanks, but the actual credit goes to the real owner of the house” He said said and you gave him a questioning look. “I bought this house from Alucio Garcia. He’s a Portuguese businessman, he needed money so I bought this house from him.” Steve explained to you before leading you inside by holding your hand. 

“Well, Mr. Garcia has a very lovely taste. Where’s Pete?” You asked when you realized you didn’t see the man anywhere. 

“I gave him a day off, they just find out his wife’s pregnant.” He said and your eyes brighten up for the man. 

“That’s awesome. Congratulate him for me when he gets back.” You said with a wide smile. You were very happy for Pete. You remember when Lisa first found out she was pregnant. She was so scared, just 17. You were the first person she told, you were just 14. She loved you back then, you were the only person she trusted it with. You remember how she cried in your room the whole night, scared that Dad will be very mad, and he was. So mad. You were the one who stood between them, stood up for her. You fought with your dad for her. You practically begged him to let her be with Martin, Oh how you regret it now. Martin is an asshole, you have no idea why Lisa still doesn’t see it. He is the reason the two of you drifted apart. You used to be the perfect duo at some time, how did you come to this? How did you get to the point where she can’t see you without the look of disgust in her face. 

“What happened, Doll?” Steve asked and you realized you were sitting on the couch in the living room now. When did you get here?

“Nothing. What are we doing today?” You asked with a smile. 

“Wait till 7. You’re gonna change, I’m gonna take you to the fanciest dinner ever.” He said and you pouted a little. You just wanted to spend some time with him, alone, here, you didn’t want to go anywhere fancy. 

“Can’t we just stay here? Do something fun?”

“You want to stay here when I’m taking you to a fancy dinner?”

“Yes.”

“And what do you wanna do?” He asked pulling you close by your waist, his eyes were sparkling with mischief, brow raised in a suggestive manner. 

“I don’t know, watch a movie maybe. Order pizza. Bake?” You replied, purposely ignoring his suggestion.

“You wanna bake?”

“Why not? You are great at it, I suck at it. You can teach me something maybe.” You replied playing with the collar of his shirt.

“Okay, I guess I’ll have to cancel the reservations I made then.” He sighed out, taking out his phone and quickly typing something in it before tossing it on the other couch. “What do you wanna bake?” He asked.

“What do you suggest for a beginner?” You asked in return. 

“Hmm....how do you feel about chocolate dump cake?” 

“Despite the name, I love the idea.” You said making him laugh. As you tried to stand up he held your wrist and pulled you back down.

“But I want to ask you something before that.” He said the look on his expression suddenly turned into a serious one. You frowned a little bit, your heart speed up by a bit. What was it? Your mind went to a thousand places in the span of 2 seconds. Was it about Sharon? Does he think badly of you too? Why do you overthink all the time, its probably nothing.

“What is it?” You asked looking at him innocently. 

“You don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to. I have to a business Party to attend to, this Saturday, I was thinking if you could be my date to it?” He said and to say that you were surprised was an understatement. You had expected a lot of things but that. You were flabbergasted for a second before you answer

“Ummm, well where is it?” You asked.

“LA.” He simply answered. 

“Los Angeles?”

“Yes, I know its far but you said you don’t have classes on Saturdays and Sundays. We’ll go Friday night and come back Sunday night.” He said. You didn’t know what to say, on one hand you wanted to go so badly, on other hand you can’t risk losing this job too. It seemed as if he could almost see the conflict behind your eyes. “Its okay, you don’t have to answer now. You have till tomorrow evening. Right now we can bake.” He said giving you a smile which you returned happily. 

He stood up pulling you up with him by your hand. You gazed into his deep blue eyes for a second before he lead you to the kitchen. Never have you been so keen to learn something in your life before. Probably because the teacher was the most beautiful man you’ve seen in your life. 

“What do we need?” You asked.

“We need to preheat the oven first.” He said moving along with his words. “Then we grease the pan.” He said taking out a bundt pan from the cupboard.

“Let me do something.”

“Take the chocolate and butter out from the fridge.” you did as he said.

“Now we mix it with Sugar, coffee and cocoa powder and we heat it over a pot of simmering water so that we can mix it till the chocolate melts.” He said dumping the ingredients in a small bowl and putting it over the stove. Honestly you weren’t even paying full attention to instruction, the site was too fascinating. “Now we make the batter.”

“I wanna make the batter.” You said with a little pout making him chuckle. 

“Come ‘ere.” He said and you happily skipped to his side. 

He helped you put the ingredients in a bigger bowl and then guided your hand to whisk it.

“I know how to whisk, Steve. I’m not that useless.” You commented making him chuckle but left you to do it anyway. 

“I can see that.” He sarcastically said as he saw what a mess you made all over your hands and the kitchen island. 

“Hey, everyone is not perfect like you okay. Deal with it.” You said making him chuckle. He then poured the mixture of chocolate coffee and sugar in the batter. 

“Taste it.” He said picking the batter with his finger and holding it in front of your lips. You didn’t think twice before wrapping your lips around his forefinger and sucking on it. You looked up at him as his pupils became dilated and he licked his lower. You smirked before swirling you tongue around his finger, giving him a hint of what your tongue would feel around his other parts, before pulling away.

“Its delicious.” You said in a suggestive voice. He didn’t answer, just kept staring at your mouth and eyes. “Steve?” 

“Huh?”

“The oven.” You whispered pointing at the oven that has been preheating for some time now. You giggled when he looked around in confusion before it settled over him. 

“Oh.” He said before quickly grabbing the bundt pan and pouring the batter in it and putting it inside the oven. “Its gonna take at least 40 to 50 minutes.” He informed you before coming back over to you.

“Hmm......I wonder, what are we gonna till then.” You said outloud putting your finger on your chin and pretending to think.

“I’ll tell you what are we gonna do.” He said and before you could register anything he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. You squealed out and started laughing as he walked to the living room.  He threw you on the couch and climbed on top of you straddling your hips. You giggled out for the last time before both of your expression turned into a more serious one, although the smile was still intact on your face. 

His eyes looked between the both of yours for a second. Your heart was skipping beats and your breath was heavy in anticipation. His hand came up to cup your jaw. He took your breath away as his mouth finally came down onto yours. He kisses you, tenderly at first, you took a second to response. You closed your eyes and tried to lose yourself in the kiss. The kiss became more fierce as the second goes by. You hand slowly curled around his neck to pull him closer. 

He pulled away to catch breath but it seemed he couldn’t be away from your lips longer than a second so he pressed his lips to yours once again. His wet hot tongue stroked against your lips and you didn’t think twice before opening up and giving him entrance. He tasted like chocolates he’s been eating while making the batter and you could bet that you did too. 

He slowly shifted to lie back on the couch and pulling you over him. Your knees straddling his hips. Your chest pressed against his so tightly that you could almost feel his heartbeat on your skin. His hands were under your shirt, stroking the soft warm skin there. One of your hand was in his hairs and the other was stroking his rock hard chest through his shirt.

The two of you make out for the next 20 minutes on that couch like a couple of school kids. As you pulled away this time you felt your lips were a little swollen due to the make out session but so was his. Pink and swollen which just made you wand to kiss him more. Your clothes were disheveled and your hair was a mess. A big smile playing on your lips as you looked in his dreamy eyes. 

“Steve.” You whispered out of breath

“Yes, Doll?” He asked, he was so mesmerized by your face. He could swear he’s never seen something as beautiful as it. How can someone look so innocent and so sexy at the same time is beyond his understanding. 

“Yes.” You said and he gave you a look, a little crease of confusion between his eyebrows. “I wanna go......I wanna go to LA with you this weekend.” You said, you didn’t even have to think about it. You knew you would regret it if you don’t go. You were too invested in him by now to give up an opportunity to be with him and only him for the weekend. Even just the thought of being with him started a whirlpool inside your stomach.  The look on his face was the highlight of your day when you said it. A smile broke into his face just like the sun breaks into the dawn. 

“Thanks, Doll. I promise you won’t regret it.”

“I better not, Rogers. I’m putting my Job on stake for you.”

“I will not give you a chance to complain.” He said, finally pulling you down to his lips. 

*******

“I don’t know, Wands. Is it still a good idea to move in with you guys. Sharon’s still mad at me.” You said as you packed the last of your bag. Wanda was helping you pack so you can move out before Steve picks you up for the airport. Wanda was really happy when you told her. You haven’t had a chance to go on a vacation for three years, in her words you deserve the much needed break.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Babe. Sharon would be fine. And you’re going away for the weekend, I’m sure she’ll cool down by the time you come back. Now be quick the cab’s here.” She said carrying 2 of your bags out of the room. You quickly completed packing the last one and carried out the other three as well. 

“So....You’re moving out.” Lisa said and as much as she hates to admit it she would miss you, and you know it. She knows you’ll miss her too, it was a unspoken truth between the two of you. You hate each others guts but you still love each other.

“I am.” You said giving her a small smile. “Can I say goodbye to the kids?” You ask. 

“You know you don’t have to ask, Y/n.” She said and you quickly walked to the dining room where they were eating lunch. 

“Hey, babies.” You said and as soon as the twins saw you they started crying, even Carl looked like he was about to cry.

“Do you have to go?” He asked and it broke your heart completely. Tears started forming in your eyes as well. 

“Hey, I’ll come here every week to meet you okay? But I have to go, sweetie. Now come here three of you and give me a hug.” You said and the three kids didn’t waste another second to come running towards you. You kissed Malcolm, Elle and Carl before standing back up. “Bye bye. I’ll miss you guys.” You gave everyone one last smile before walking out of the door.

“The baby’s getting salty again?” Wanda asked as you walked out to see her standing beside the cab. 

“Yeah, they are.” You answer as the driver helped you put the bags in the trunk.

“I was talking about you.”

“Shut up.” As you and Wanda reached their apartment Sharon has already left for her job at the clinic which made you a little relieved.

“When is he picking you up?” Wanda asked as you last of your bags inside.

“In 5 mins. I should go down at the lobby now. Thank you, Wands. I owe you one.” You said giving her a hug.

“Aww. Its okay. Just give me all the juicy details later.” She winked at you which made you laugh. “Now, go. But don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” She said and you skipped your way down to the lobby. The word excitement would not do justice to the feeling that you have inside your stomach. Last night later when Steve dropped you back home after dinner and some more making out you couldn’t sleep at all whole night. The feeling was similar to the one you had when you experienced your first kiss back when you were 11. He was the most handsome boy of your school and you were head over heels for him. It was puppy love and honestly it was the purest relationship you’ve ever had. Timothée was his name and you were heartbroken when he had to move away for his fathers job. That’s how you felt with Steve, like a little girl having her first kiss. That feeling was so pure and innocent.

The car was there, in front of the apartment, right on time. A man who looked older than Steve stepped out of the car. 

“Ms. Y/l/n?” He asked and you nodded your head.  “I’m Lorenzo. Mr. Rogers sent me to pick you up. Are you ready, Ma’am?” He asked in an accent that you assumed was Italian and you nodded again. You were expecting Steve and if you said you weren’t disappointed you would be lying. 

“Where’s Steve?” You asked and just like Pete he insisted on helping you in the car.

“Mr. Rogers, had to have a last minute discussion with the pilot.” He answered as he drove away from the apartment. 

“The pilot?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. Why would Steve have to talk to the pilot.

“Oh, I assume Mr. Rogers haven’t informed you that you’ll be travelling in his private jet.” He said and your eyes widened. You shouldn’t even be surprised anymore. Of course Steve has a private jet, he’s The Steve Rogers, he gives interviews in television, he’s some hot shot businessman and yet you have no idea what the hell does he do. 

The rest of the ride to the airport was silent. As soon as you stepped out of the car in the airport you were greeted by two woman who were apparently there to assist you. 

“Come with us, Ma’am. Mr. Rogers has been awaiting for you. Your bag will be taken to the plane.” The blond one said and as in queue a red man came up and took out your bag from the trunk. 

“Is that it, ma’am?” He asked looking at the rather small bag. Steve had told you to pack less for some reason.

“Yes. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Miss.” And with that he walked away with your bag. Then the two women led you to the hanger. A big smile sprinted over your lips as you saw Steve standing a little far away. He looked hotter than ever wearing that navy Henley of his. It was fitting his like a second skin. A black glass covering his gorgeous blue eyes. You sped up and practically ran to him. 

He greeted you with a brief kiss before he pulled away and took in your attire. You were wearing a high waist jeans shots and a beige crop top, a white lace shrug over your shoulder. Your hair was pulled away from your face in a top bun giving away a clear look to your neck and shoulders.

“You look lovely, like always.” He said pecking your lips once more. 

“Well, you don’t look so bad either, Mr. Rogers.” You said checking him out in a not so subtle way.

“Let’s go. You ready?”

“No. But lets go.” 

*******

CHAPTER FIVE

A/N: Honestly this was my least favorite chapter so far but feel free to tell me what you think. Like if you like the chapter, if there’s something you didn’t like feel free to tell me in the comments or in the asks, If you want do be tagged send me an ask.

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[snowisflesh]

bolts and blip episodes summed up for all my tee dee mutuals because my beains too active 4 me 2 sleep <3 spoilers ig for anne if ur gonna watch it lol

episode 1: basically an introduction they pretty much just play sport, they ARE being threatened with death if they play badly though

episode 2: in order to try and get popular with the fans bolts and blip decide to create a signiture move whenever they score, it’s basically just blip throwing bolts on his head because he’s a great friend. they end up living with this old guy welder and destroy his house by throwing constant parties

episode 3: bolts and blip finally live in an apartment and don’t sleep in a storage closet, bolts finds a ridiculously deadly gun that he turns into a water pistol, this is not addressed again. meanwhile blip befriends a bomb that is also a mouse, it’s his pet now and it violently attacks everyone, especially bolts

episode 4: bolts sets blip up on a date with a #girlboss who hits him all the time in order to try and make their teammate saedee jealous because blip has a crush on her, this is healthy <3

episode 5: everyone gets reprogrammed by a janitor to have different personalities. the team coach becomes a hippie, the old guy listens to rap music, saedee becomes a southern belle and blip turns into a homophobic collage boy

episode 6: bolts and someother guy illegally download lotr, it ends up getting uploaded into blips head and they have to reinact the movie or blip will be stuck like that forever

episode 7: everyone gets turned into vampires and blip has to fix it with the help of a vampire hunter

episode 8: the sports team has super shitty airplanes so bolts blip and saedee head off to find leprechauns to make their planes super powered

episode 9: bolts and blip think that they killed the old guy so they try and rebuild him, it turns out that it was actually just a tv, they reinact king kong at the end

episode 10: bolts feels useless to the team and decides to join an underground wrestling ring

episode 11/12: lore stuff on blips part, bolts and this absolute chad from an opposing team got hit by lightning so they’re kind of like a cult now, bolts is a prophet

episode 13: the sports team sells out to a cola company and they all do stupid stuff to advertise the products for money, yay capitalism. blip hates this because his is a commie king

episode 14: everyone goes on a scavenger hunt to win a pet, bolts and blip accidentally go back in time but they don’t do anything and this is never addressed again

episode 15: bolts becomes a police officer and he is the worst so blip becomes one to try and stop him and they both get arrested because they start a fight with a biker gang

episode 16: everyone uses this magic box to get better at stuff and the villian steals it

episode 17: saedees cousin shows up, blip accidentally asks her on a date and it’s super cringe. bolts trains her into a battle bot

episode 18: a ufo crash lands on the moon and the sports teams get drafted in the military to fight aliens, but there aren’t aliens it’s actually a decommissioned nuclear satellite that was turned into a space ship by a chess computer

episode 19: and evil version of saedee turns up and shes 10x more #girlboss, she gets turned into a slushee machine

episode 20: they think that the chad from the other team is an ultimate evil robot so blip spends the day with him because he won a contest from his fan club, the chad isn’t evil but he’s scared of the dark and really wanted to be a painter

episode 21: evil robots start scanning people to figure out who the superhero robot is, they don’t figure it out but they figure out that bolts is the evil robot

episodes 22-26: bolts turns evil and tries to kill everyone but the power of friendship saves the day

#long post #whap whap its wolfgang #bolts and blip

[fireproofheart]

Endgame Speculation

So I accidentally wrote a three page essay.

Tldr:

Caleb is consecuted,

the city(tm) is full of evil mages doing blood sport who want to unlease the chained oblivion,

Molly and Lucien are totally separate souls,

The empire knows more than it should about the beacons and the city

Ok so I decided about ten years ago that the astral city was actually where the souls that are stored in the beacon exist while they’re waiting to be reborn. Initially, I’d thought that they’d find Molly there, but clearly his body is already up and running. Anyways I think the city is some kind of phantasmal double of Aeor that they created to store the souls of mages who had reached umavi. Now I know there’s been lots of talk of a god killing weapon, but what if it’s that all these super powerful mages souls are in the city waiting to be unleashed. And then if you take to alpha and alpha to be a reference to the rebirth cycle (I go into that in this post) “We trek 'til homeward bound we be” makes sense as something like we drag ourselves through life after life through the rebirth cycle until we reach enlightenment and head back to the city and I think Lucien has figured this out, but Vess hadn’t (remember she was so close to figuring out the book).

I also think it’d be fun if the mages do actually have a god killing weapon up there but what they have is that they think they’ll be able to control the chained oblivion (I don’t think they actually can) but like what if they want to set it free so that it will destroy the divine gate and go kill a bunch of gods so that they can ascend? They might not even think that they can control it, they might just be banking on becoming gods and being able to defeat it.

So like what if there’s all this talk about umavi and perfecting your soul in the Dynasty, but that’s not it at all. What if it’s actually go through lives until you get powerful enough that the mages in the city are like oh hey come on in. We also know sometimes if you go through too many of these cycles you can go nuts. So like I wonder if the black city mages are just nerfing people who get too powerful and who aren’t good candidates to join them, or if they’re like trying to shape a world they want to come back to.

Like maybe ‘umavi’ is really just a shitty club running around hunting shit, like Halas had dreadnaught chained up in his basement essentially and also was messing around with using astral projection to achieve immortality, so why wouldn’t other mages be doing similar bullshit? We know something related to the city is hunting through the planes like Vokodo was Terrified. And if these beings are so enlightened why would they be sitting on top of like some kind of literal hell and engaging in blood sport??  Also what if the wizards knew it would be a hell city so they're all asleep and everyone who wasnt prepared to go is having a miserable time being hunted through an otherwise empty city? And this also works with Matt’s themes about false gods and blind faith!!

So, If we follow the line of thought about the city, it makes sense that the beacons are ancient Zemnian artifacts, created by the mages to ensure their immortal life. Halas was obsessed with immortality, so I think this tracks. I also have a suspicion that nine eyes is related to the governing structure that the mages used pre-calamity, possibly like a Cerberus Assembly type deal, like one for every school of magic.

Anyways! I think at least one of the assembly members possibly more have figured that out and that’s what they’re actually trying to do with the beacon. I think that initially, the assembly thought that the beacon was the ancient weapon, but I think they’ve realized it isn’t. So I think Trent is trying to recreate the consecution process so that they can continue using the rebirth cycle. That man has made some weird comments that hint about immortality, like how he doesn’t ever plan to leave his office, how he wants caleb to kill him etc. I think this raises the possibility that he’s already figured out consecution I also think it’s an interesting possibility that Trent himself is consecuted and has the memories of a pre calamity wizard, but probably the only way that’s possible is if he wasn’t that powerful, otherwise he’d know all these secrets the Empire is trying to decode.

I think what he is doing is looking for Zemnian kids who might be consecuted souls. We all know Trent loves to fuck with memories, he does this shit constantly. So he’s picking up kids he thinks might be cycling souls and trying to extract or trigger their memories while he trains them to be loyal to the empire, so he can command some real powerful mages. I think it’s also very possible that some of the experiments he ran on them were to try and discover or recreate this consecution process. We know he was up to some Bullshit, but not what exactly. We also know that he’s doing all this when they’re teenagers, which is when their memories are supposed to be returning.  

My guess is that only Caleb is actually one of the souls from the city. Also it’d be super fun if he was the soul of Mr. Destruction council member because I think that’d be a fun motive for Trent to be beating destruction magic into him (aside from the practicalities of course). But if Caleb is consecuted, it explains his dream when he slept near the beacon. Where he saw a dark sphere, which I think was the city, and multiple versions of himself. Matt  also  particularly said there were 17 selves which is a high number of rebirths (the bright queen has like 8 and shes starting to lose it) which goes to my theory that he has a super powerful soul. Also aligns with Trent telling him that ‘he has unlimited potential, unlike Astrid and Eodwulf’. And another thing he saw which tends to get overlooked, is a flame and when he looked at it, it felt familiar and overwhelming and he had to stop focusing on it bc he could feel all of his selves pulling at him. Which brings me to my next point.

Trent said that he traumatized Caleb to help him grow and that man basically never lies, he just talks around the truth. He also said that he thinks Caleb could be an assembly member and that other assembly members have been through similar situations. In the Dynasty, the memories don’t come back automatically, it’s just little flashes and then you have to have someone train you to remember your past lives. But the Empire doesn’t know about that process bc its super secret, so they have this other one that uses trauma to trigger the memories.

So I have two thoughts, one that maybe this works for some of the other souls that have gone through it, but if Caleb is one of the Pre Calamity assembly members who had reached a state of ‘umavi’, there was too much information coming through and his mind broke. And now he can’t access those memories at all, not because they’re magically supressed, but because they’re too wrapped up in his trauma. He started freaking out a bit in the dream when he felt the souls pull at him and looked into the fire and I think until he deals with allll that, he’s not going to be able to remember, if he ever can.

Or! I think it’s also possible If his soul was up there in the party part of the city and was like oh hi I don’t feel like hunting people for spORt anymore and got reborn on purpose and actively doesn’t want to remember.  Who really knows.

But if this is the case and Trent was trying to run that process, it would also makes sense as to why he would keep Caleb around for that long in the asylum if he was still trying to dig them memories out. If the second possibility is right it also provides an interesting possibility that the woman in the asylum went nuts when she healed his mind, because if she tried to heal the second part and his soul was actively resisting and lashed out… like heyooo. Caleb being secretly super powerful and evil in his soul, but choosing to act against that also is a nice tie in with the themes around identity that we’ve seen so far.

Where do Vess and Lucien come into this?

I think Vess is trying to release the souls from the city and hadn’t quite figured out how. I think that she used Lucien as a test run for being the nonagon and sent his soul to the astral plane to go into the city using the book and then as part of the ritual, cut the tether to his body so he could go off and do whatever. So it tracks that he killed Vess if he thought that she tried to kill him/did kill him/didn’t tell him that he could die or whatever. It also wouldn’t surprise me if she was prepared to be the nonagon herself even at that point, but wanted to use Lucien because the risk of death was so high.

So anyways, the ritual failed technically, because an ‘umavi’ mage didn’t pop into Lucien’s body to come tell her how to release the souls (possibly by unleashing the chained oblivion lmao) When you cut someone’s tether, they die instantly so I think she did that, a soul didn’t appear and she went fuck ok so that didn’t work. They tried to resurrect him, didn’t work, so they left. But I think the ritual did work in a way. I think they called a soul from the city, just not the one they  wanted and it took longer than they’d expected.

So Molly wakes up, has no memories of this nonsense, because as he said the entire time he was alive, whoever he was before isn’t him. And if the souls can’t interact with other souls there and they think it’s an empty hell city what if that’s why Molly came back saying empty because that’s how it seemed to him??

So Lucien accidentally gets stuck wandering around with all the other trapped souls. And what if that speaks to Lucien’s motivation to try and bring them all back. Like he’s been wandering around the shitty part of the city for years while Molly was up and running and the black city mages have promised him that he won’t have to go back there if he brings them back to the material plane. So I think Lucien mostly knows how to do this and like maybe needs that book for the technicalities, but I also think he’s going to Aeor to go find another beacon to use for the ritual. And obvi when Kree resurrected Lucien, he actually came back this time because his soul was willing and Molly’s wasn’t.

So I think Vess was trying to figure out how the ritual had failed, but I think after the nein told her about Molly and shit, she’s probably figured out that really the only piece she was missing was how to get the soul she wanted.  I think that missing piece is probably a beacon and that you could possibly use them to communicate in a way or draw the specific souls from the city. But I think it took her too long to figure it out because the beacons are super important to the peace effort, and I don’t think she’d be able to sneak off with one right now, so I think she was going to Aeor hoping to find another one. I think if she had, she would have become a vessel for an umavi mage and she would have learned how to bring back the city and I think right now, we’re in danger of Lucien doing exactly that.

My final point is that a lot of people have been saying it feels like we’re getting into the endgame of the campaign with the stuff that’s happening now. I agree. I also think it would be very tidy if Matt had wrapped Molly and Caleb’s story arcs around each other to end the campaign. Also having them defeat the literal past, the assembly and possibly a god would be a baller way to end it.

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[ziracona]

Hi! I just realised I havn't popped in in awhile. Do you have any headcanons u feel like sharing about the newer survivors?? (I love them all, they're so cool but I think imma have to say cheryl is my bby gurl. she's tired. let her rest.) also. i am. going insane. from a toothache :) - Sleepy

Hey! Hope your tooth pain clears up! I’m so sorry—that’s one of the worst. : /

Hmmm, I do, but I’m trying to think of ones I haven’t said in asks before. 😬 Unfortunately my memory of fictional characters is great, and my memory of what I said in asks is shitty. :’-]

I don’t know the newer survivors—except Nancy and Steve—as well as I do the older ones, because I’ve never written them, and I haven’t played Silent Hill. I like Zarina, Yui, and Cheryl a lot though. Poor fkn Cheryl can join Quentin in the “Please God, just one good day?” Existence. Rip to them both. 😭

Poor kid gets out of hell once, and ya throw her back in. :’-]

Let’s see—headcanon I am fairly sure I haven’t already shared. I think Yui and Min would get along really well, and Jane and Zarina would too.

Yui hates the serial killers especially, from her own personal experience, and goes to bat hard against them every time.

Ash flirts with everyone to a point it’s even more than Ace does, and for a while it becomes a competition between them to see who can flirt more and better than the other (not in a shitty way—everybody knows they have the competition going on and it’s more a ‘I can act better than you’ than a ‘I can win more hearts’ one.) Ace is declared the winner in class, Ash the winner in sheer quantity he’s able to churn out, and they agree to call it a semi-draw. It’s actually a really fun week for everyone, because they’re all constantly being complemented and flirted with in a way they know is performative and seeks 0 real actions from them in return, so essentially they are just showererd with ‘drunk girl in a bar bathroom’ levels of praise for seven days.

Felix and Nancy are the only two with significant others waiting back home, and they bond over talking about their wife/boyfriend and sharing stories and having someone around who understands that specific brand of pain and can encourage them that they’ll make it back home.

Tapp is a dad, so he gives Felix a lot of advice on stuff since he was an expecting father. Not so much “do this” advice, since his relationship with his family didn’t go so well, and he feels like he’s in absolutely no position to teach—more like “It’s okay. Women have been giving birth for thousands of years. She’s gonna make it just fine even if you’re not home yet, and you’ll get back to them. And I’m gonna teach you some of the tricks so you’ll be ready when you do. You can even surprise her by already knowing how to change a diaper and warm a formula bottle. I’ll show you how to do it,” and talking him through some of the stuff he would have been able to learn from infant care books. It’s sweet, but Tapp almost dies when Jane says its “Very heartwarming” and teases him, so they cut him some slack. Felix is really appreciative. Laurie has taken care of a ton of kids, and gives him some advice too, and so does Nancy, who had two younger siblings.

Steve is a disaster who suffers from “I like you and you are a girl, so *pigeon meme* Is this falling in love?” syndrome. Gets shot down hard by Laurie, who is ridiculously pissed at him for bringing it up during a trial when their lives are on the line, but after he gets over being super awkward around her, and she reaches out to be like, ‘Look, dumbass, why did you even like me?’ And he’s like ‘...because you’re, uh, really cool? A-and pretty? And...’ and eventually she’s like ‘Buddy, you don’t even really know me. You’re just lonely. You’re not in love with me, you just want to be, because you want to be in love with somebody, and that’s not gonna cut it, for me, or anyone. Be in love with a person—not with the concept of being in love. And for that to happen, you have to know them first.” And since Steve is good af self-improvement, he realizes she’s got a real point, and tries to find his worth outside of needing a girlfriend, and becomes both a lot happier, and one of Laurie’s closer friends. (Side note—this extends probably only to my initial Steve ideas. I had the idea batted around that in that universe, Stranger Things /is/ an existing show, but it’s based on a mix of urban legend and history from the 80s, and Nancy and Steve are the version from the actual 80s, and I think in that pitch Steve is dating Barb, who is still alive, and already worked through this specific issue, because many things happened differently for wild comedic ‘But in the show’ effect, becuase both them repeatedly going “WELL REALITY WAS A LITTLE DIFFERENT” when like, monster hunting shit from the show won’t work on the Demogorgan, and *Spit take* “THEY HAD ME HIT ON ROBIN?” “Ewwww” “YEAH ewww! She’s basically my lesbian little sister! We’ve been best friends since grade school! What the fuck :’-]” make for amazing joke potential. )

Cheryl starts having nightmares where she sees things from the Entity’s eyes she was never meant to see, and finding out dangerous amounts of information this way. The Entity decides at some point this is too big a threat, but because it’s proud, it doesn’t want to just kill her, as that would be admitting a human is a threat, so it starts having killers gun for her mercilessly to try to get her to give up, and the poor girl is in agony.

Zarina documents stuff form the realm constantly, and has a careful scrapbook collection of all notes and paraphernalia from past survivors. She also keeps conspiracy pages tacked together trying to figure out who they were becuase they deserve at least the justice of people somehow knowing how they died and what they went through. Laurie is a big help with this, and so is Claudette, who has been keeping stuff for a long time.

Yui is very no-nonsense, and protective. She gives off strong big sister vibes. She especially also loves board games/puzzles/other games like Shogi or Go and such, and Dwight and Adam create game pieces for her to play Go with when she mentions how much she used to like that kind of thing, and Yui is incredibly touched, and makes several other ones for people to play with too, and it becomes a very enjoyed pastime between trials. It’s engaging and competitive, but much more relaxed and low energy than sports or training or going for a run, so it’s a great alternative. Meg gets super into making puzzles, and all the artists do too, and take turns painting pictures on boards, cutting them into puzzle pieces with extreme painstakingly slow care, and then doing puzzles together. Jake is invaluable in the actual cutting pieces out area, but actually enjoys to do it.

Felix knows a lot more than anyone else about the Entity when he’s taken, so he spends a bunch of time with the research team trying to recall whatever he can from his childhood and sharing any information he has, then just stays on it because he wants to. He’s desperate to meet Benedict Baker someday himself, becuase that man seems to get around, and he really wants to know what happend to his father.

Everyone becomes protective as fuck of Cheryl when the Entity starts targeting her, and someone—I think Kate and or Meg—probably both together—as a one-off joke call themselves her knights at some point, becuase they’re running such dedicated protection detail, but it becomes a whole thing, and several more start to do it. They’ll like ‘fist clasped arm across chest at attention, quick bow’ when they see her, and it’s goofy as fuck, but it helps a lot making Cheryl’s reality more bearable. Plus, it’s really sweet. Nea gets in on this and comes back one day with a little daisy chain she made cause she was bored, sees Cheryl, it clicks, runs over and offers it as a ‘favor’. Zarina sees and comes back later that day from a trial and kneels and presents Cheryl with a rescued toolbox with a brand new part. This becomes increasingly common and extravagant, and Cheryl /cannot/ deal, but it’s like, genius, becuase it takes exactly this level of surreal goofy friend bullshit to distract from the hell she is living. She ends up just regularly having someone come back from a trial or trip to the woods, salute with an arm across their chest, bow, and present her with anything from a pinecone or pretty rock, to flowers or a medkit, to a salt statue or key, to a painting or hand made bracelet, to a makeshift weapon or a pillow. Everyone always tries to outdo each other, so the gifts tend to be extravagant. Zarina considers herself Cheryl’s righthand woman/personal knight by chocie, because she wanted a cause to fight for and has found one she truly loves, and she makes Cheryl her favorite gift so far, coming up to her at the end of a long day, after a very bad trial where Cheryl was mercilessly and slowly killed by the Pig, kneeling, and offering a thick shard of stained glass from the chapel, made sturdy and held in place with a few chunks of soldered and wrapped iron along the blade and down the grip, forming a razor sharp and reinforced stained glass knife.

#ask #Sleepy #headcanons #dead by daylight #dbd

[hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall]

Nothings ever what it seems

Bucky Barnes x Reader AU

Summary: Sometimes how we see things by our own eyes are not how things really are. This a journey of how you should never judge people by what you see.

Warnings: Swearing, bullies, parent’s death, mention of death, depression, lots of angst, but a happy ending.

A/N: This is my little entry for @mermaidxatxheart​ 500 followers challenge, but I’m pretty sure it doubled by now ;) It’s really emotional and kind of triggering stuff so if you do not feel like reading PLEASE DON’T. But I am very happy about this piece as I always wanted to write something about bullies, as it’s a personal thing for me. I hope you will enjoy it <3

oh and let me tag @idjitmonkey​, I hope you don’t mind, but you wanted to have a read at that, so here it is <3

Word Count: 4300+ (wow, sorry)

There are people who loved high school. All the sports teams, cheerleading, friendships that would pathetically last forever. First ‘real’ relationships, sex drive and partying. Oh, and the prom, homecoming and all the shitty things all the girl were so happy about. All those people loved High School. But you were not one of them. 

You hated it so much. Every memory you had about this time of your life was filled with sadness, anger or anxiety. You hated everything associated with High School. You never went to any sports events, didn’t care about cheerleading or who is dating who. You couldn’t give less of a shit about fashion, make-up or the parties. Those years were a nightmare for you. 

As a shy girl that focused her attention on studying, books and all the ‘lame’ clubs (like history and literature) you were one of the first to be bullied. You tried your best not to show that it affected you, hoping that they would give up eventually. Of course, being a poor kid in a school fool of rich assholes wasn’t helping. You weren’t dressing like them, weren’t talking the same language. You never went out, not to mention that you never had a taste of alcohol or went on a date. 

All you ever cared about was your education and all those part-time jobs you started to get when you finally turned 16. You needed the money more than all those stupid parties. Despite having a full-paid scholarship for your school there were still expenses that needed to be covered. Like your dad chemotherapy. Despite him trying to hide all the expenses from you, you knew how much money went into that and how little savings he had. All the money went on you, and you decided that as soon as you turn 16 you will work for yourself. And so you did. After the first year of high school, you gave up on all the clubs and took three part-time jobs. You slept around 4 hours with an extra two on Sundays, but you managed somehow. 

Your dad was pissed when he found out that you gave up your young, high school life for him, but he was never more proud of you. You cherished those little moments you had with him. You always gave him the stories you wrote and he gave you the best feedback. You told him some made-up stories of your amazing highschool and friends you had. He didn’t need to know how lonely you were. Nor about the bullies, that seemed to love making your life even a more of a living hell. 

HYDRA. That’s what they called themselves. Bunch of guys (and girls) that would start their life by taking all the lunch money from the kids. When they found out you had no actual money they made sure to destroy you mentally. During lunches they would always accidentally tipped their drinks on you, leaving you with dirty and soaked clothes until the end of the day. 

But this you could survive. From time to time Steve Rogers and his gang would step up and defend the weak. A captain of the football team and the smartest guy in school has never looked down on you. But he was also from a rich family, that should ‘keep their level’ which means he would never even consider being friends with someone like you. 

But there was him. James Buchanan ‘call me Bucky’ Barnes. From what the rumours said he was friends with Rumlow - the head of HYDRA gang - since primary school, but before high school they got into a huge fight. And now became the biggest enemies. 

“You ok?” He once asked you, those grey-ish eyes that would hunt you till your last breath - gazed at you. He was the first person that treated you like a human being in this school and your stupid teenage heart decided to fall for him. For someone, you could never have. Someone that was from an entire world. A place where he could happily be a high schooler, a playboy and the most charming boy you ever met. All he needed was just a simple smile and all the girls would give themselves to him. The bad boy looks mixed with a kind heart. 

If you wouldn’t be so tired and focused on school and work, you would probably be apart of this group of girls secretly hoping he would ask them out. But you weren’t. So despite trying to make things better, you - the world's biggest disaster - just growled, took your backpack and left with no words spoken to anyone. 

The Avengers, as HYDRA called them, weren’t too happy about how you treated their kindness. Natasha Romanoff, a daughter of ahead of the police, cornered you in the bathroom once and made very clear that next time someone saves your sorry ass you thank them. 

And that’s how you went on with your life. Having two biggest, most influential gangs in high school hating you. Sometimes you would catch Barnes (you would never call him any other than his last name) glancing at you, smirk under his nose. 

So your life continued. It was cruel and tiring but a least you had your dad to make it work. It was him to beg you to go to at least your prom if you missed the homecoming. (you told him you weren’t feeling good). He even bought you a dress online. So when the day came you got yourself ready and was about to head to show yourself all fancy looking to your dad, when you got a phone call from a doctor to come to the hospital as your father was feeling worse. 

And this was when your life changed completely. There you were in this ridiculously beautiful dress, watching your dad’s heart stop beating before you were able to show yourself to him. Your world ended that day. At the age of 18, you were left alone in this world. With an enormous bill to pay and an acceptance letter for the NY University. On this day, you closed yourself even more. You didn’t even care about all those mean words from Rumlow or the little smirks and looks from Barnes. You focused completely on studying and surviving. You sold the house your dad still had hoped to keep and with the money you had from it you rented a small apartment outside of NY. An hour and a half drive altogether, but at least something you were able to afford. 

When you got that acceptance letter, you promised yourself that your life will change. You will be a better person and actually enjoy uni, even if you would have to work twice as much. You wanted to do it for him. Your dad. But now that he was gone, you had no reason. So before the Uni started you were able to find yourself two surprisingly well-paid jobs.

**

Journalism was always something you wanted to do. A little dream in the back of your head. Something your dad always encouraged you to do. And now that you were finally about to start your year at your dream Uni, there was nothing that would stop you. At least that’s what you thought. Until your first introduction class to WW2 you decided to take, as you always loved history. 

“Well isn’t this Mrs Trouble-maker?” You froze hearing the familiar voice of the man who once helped you. You looked up from the book you were reading while waiting for the class to start. “Of course front table.” He chuckled and smirked at you. The same damn smirk that was hunting you since that day. His hair was a bit longer and he seemed to spend a bit of time at the gym during summer. His eyes, however, were as beautiful as they have always been. 

“Barnes…” You whispered, closing your book and looking up at him. “I didn’t know you were going to NY.” 

“She speaks!” He laughed, turning towards Steve who just walked in. He nodded his head as a way to say hi and sighed at his best friend. “Year of having classes together and you never spoke to me directly.”  

“Buck”, Rogers growled, when the room started to fill. 

“You ok, if I sit here?” Your frowned, when he showed to the seat next to you. You shrugged and turned towards the front of the class when the professor walked in. You tried to focus on the class, ignoring the little glances Barnes was sending towards you. 

*

You were more than relieved not to see him in any of your journalism classes. Apparently, it was just this one you both shared. Through the whole summer, you hoped you will never see the people from high school ever again. You hoped this part of your life was over. You could move on. As pathetically as you do it, just move on. 

“Miss Trouble-maker!” You cursed under your nose, wondering why gods hate you. “I didn’t know you work here.” A small cafe place was paying quite good money as it was normally visited by rich folks that didn’t mind spending 24 dollars on a stupid latte. 

“What can I get you?” You asked trying to stay as professional as possible. You even gave him one of your fake smiles. 

“Oi, Stevie, Natasha, look who I found!” You felt shivers down your spine hearing her name. Oh, Barnes was annoying, while Romanoff was just frightening. And of course, she looked even more beautiful after summer. Her always short hair grew longer. And not to mention that she has probably lost some kilos as well. If that was even physically possible. 

“Y/L/N”, she greeted you with a grin and you welcomed them as they would be every other customer. “I heard you got into NYU…” Oh, how you hated small talk, especially when there was a line of customers started to appear. 

“I’m sorry but the line is getting bigger. Can I help you with your choice today?” You really tried to sound as nice and polite as possible. 

“It’s not very polite to not answer someone’s question”, she hissed and narrowed her eyes at you. 

“Is something wrong.” You froze hearing the voice of your boss. The biggest chauvinistic, rich boy of an asshole you ever met. He was not much older than you, but because he got rich daddy he became a manager of his own coffee place right after uni. “Y/N the line is getting bigger.” He growled at you angrily. Oh, and of course he hated you. Especially after you declined his offer for a date about four times already. He was just waiting for an excuse to hire you. 

“You should teach your workers to answer questions, Jack.” Your widened hearing Romanoffs remark. 

“Natasha! It’s so good to see you.” He smiled and went there to give her a hug. 

“Come on Nat, it’s our fault!” Bucky chimed in, giving you an apologetic look, which you tried to ignore. “Sorry, man. I was trying to catch up with a friend from school.” You did everything you could not roll your eyes at it. A friend from school. That was a good one. 

“Doesn’t justify why the line is getting bigger.”

“Maybe if you helped your workers a bit, it wouldn’t be that bad?” Bucky hissed. Apparently, they both didn’t like each other much. 

“I’m the manager, Barnes. I hire people to do their damn job and if someone can’t they probably shouldn’t be here…” As you were about to just ignore them and take another customer in, you froze hearing his words. “Sorry guys for the inconvenience your coffee on me.” He then smiled and turned towards you. “Well on her, as she seems not to be able to do her job!” Your eyes widen. No, no, that was not happening. Why did the world hate you so much? 

“Sorry doll, I...:” 

“Have you decided on your choice of beverage, sir?” You asked, trying to stop the angry tears from flowing. You were sure that when the day is over you will lose that job. And what’s worse getting a job in the middle of the academic year was a nightmare. Almost impossible. 

“Come on, Buck…” Steve murmured and ordered three cappuccinos for himself and his friends. “And we’ll pay.” He smiled and took his card from the pocket of his jacket. “Sorry about it, Y/N.” You nodded and turned around, preparing yourself for the end of the day. 

*

It was supposed to be your time. Journalism was what you loved since you were a kid. An idea of telling someone’s story was so appealing to you. So beautiful and romantic. But now when the end of the year came and you got a yearly reminder of how much you own to different institutions you were sick. The bill for your dad’s treatment wasn’t getting any better. not to mention the still growing rates of your student loan and all the postponed bill were growing as well. You were completely broke and after losing the job at the cafe you didn’t get to find another one. Not a part-time, who would expect students or something which was remotely near uni or your flat. Not to mention that your landlord needed to raise the rent, which only made you realise how fucked up you were. You were able to get extra shifts at the shop but it still didn’t pay the expenses. You needed to make life decisions and this one, to end your childhood dream was one of it. 

A year of expenses from University was still better than a future 5 years (mixed Master course)  and as much as it pained you to send the letter to the dean you needed to do it. You cried the whole week prior to this decision. You felt even worse when the amazing guy tried to make you stay, promising to try and help you with the loan. But even with the extra scholarship, you wouldn’t be able to make it. So with as much spirit and power you had in you, you thanked him and left his office ending your student career. 

“Miss Trouble-maker!” You have got to be fucking me! Since the cafe incident, he tried to talk to you. Even invited to a 4th of July (and Steve’s birthday) frill and theirs. But you ignored him. You didn’t care you were impolite but you hated him. And as much as you knew he wasn’t really at fault for your shitty situation but now you really needed to put a blame on someone. “I missed you at the hist…” He got quiet when he noticed the tears that you had enough of hiding. “What happened?” His voice serious, and there some softness in his feature. 

“Leave me alone, Barnes!” You hissed, and walked past him, to the end of the building, really not wanting to make a scene at the corridor. “Just once in your life, leave me the fuck alone”, he was taken back by the curse. For all the years he’s been observing you, you never once cursed. Never. You were a goodie girl. 

“No. You’re crying. Come on, tell me what’s happening? Did someone hurt you?” The sincerity in his voice was so annoying. Why was he so nice to you. Why did he even care? 

“Why would you care heh?” You growled, not caring about making a scene anymore. He wanted to know. Then fuck it. He will know. “Why would someone like you care? Your whole life is nothing but open doors waiting for you to cross. Why would you give a fluffing fuck about someone like me? You never cared about making my high school life a living hell beside that damn Romanoff and Rumflow. The never leaving smirk on your face haunts me till this day. The way you look down at people who weren’t so lucky to be born rich.” You sniffed and pushed him away from you when he tried to take a step closer. “And when I thought I was finally free from this damn school, you and Romanoff happened again. You walked into my life, making it a living hell again. This one time after this damn prom night, I wanted to start living again, but no, you were always there, with this annoying smirk of yours!” You didn't care that there were people watching the two of you. You were sure you heard Rogers and Romanoff from the crowd, but Barnes stopped them with a shove of his hand. “But I didn’t care. I learned to have my life a living hell, but then you had to come to my work and destroy all of it, with your damn friends!” You shouted, showing at surprised Natasha. “You with your high status, rich kids behaviour cost me my job!” His eyes widen and when he was about to open his mouth to speak, you stopped him. “You have no clue about my life. No idea how hard it is for me to survive every passing hour. Not to break down and just fucking give up.” You shook your head, wiped the tears with your sleeve and turned around. “It doesn’t matter anymore. Whatever game you were playing, you won, Bucky. Congratulations.” It was the first time you called him that and it burnt your lips. “Damn it, everyone is watching… At least I will never come back to this place…”

“What are you talking about, Y/N?”

“I quit. Are you happy now? huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?!” You shouted, turning back to him. “Life isn’t always as happy and under control, as yours is. Life is shit, Barnes. I hope you will never have to find it out!” And with no words left you run towards the exit, pumping at Romanoff, who had the decency to look sad. 

*

“I miss you, daddy!” You whispered, putting a simple sunflower on his grave. “I… I can’t do this any longer. My life is a mess, really. I'm a mess. You know… I left uni…” it was a month after you shouted at Barnes and left NYU and the first time you came to your dad’s grave. “I could not afford it. All the expenses. The bills, the loans… Everything just kept crashing down. But hey I got two jobs back. Damn it, daddy… I don’t blame you don’t get me wrong, it’s just. It’s hard. And I made a fool of myself and blamed a poor guy for all my problems. He didn't deserve my bitchy attitude, but… It was Barnes.” you chuckled remembering the time you told your dad about a guy you had a crush on. “He really didn’t deserve it. Now that I think about it, he was always nice to me. A bit cheeky and annoying but nice. Well, I guess it was harder not to have a crush on him, right?” You chuckled through the tears. “I think I will leave NY. I may go and live in a small town. You would be so disappointed at me, daddy. I really wanted you to see me happy. I was ready to come to the hospital and show you this damn prom dress, but… I’m sorry daddy.” You sat on the ground and hid your face in your knees. 

“I’m sorry.” You jumped on your feet hearing a familiar voice behind you. There was Barnes, with tears in his eyes, and a flower bouquet in his hand. “I didn’t know… No one knew…” 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, pretending to start cleaning, the already cleaned grave. 

“Please don’t hate me for that.” You frowned hearing his defeated voice. “Nat looked you up using her dad’s access.” You froze, but then you shrugged. No, you didn't care anymore. “Jesus, Y/N, did anyone from school knew? Teachers? Anyone?” 

“It doesn’t matter, Barnes.” You shook your head and put your small backpack on, and got yourself ready to leave. “Thank you for the flowers. If you wish you can put them next to mine. He would be happy.” 

“Y/N, please.” He cried, stopping you by your wrist. “Please… I… I really didn’t know about your situation. I didn’t know your dad was sick, not that he died… Please.”

“What do you wanna know Barnes? What’s more important, why do you need to know? It won’t change anything.”

“I always looked at you.” He smiled softly. “You were this smart, quiet, beautiful girl who caught my eyes. Damn, I was obsessed with you. I was hoping to see you at the prom, I wanted to ask you out. But you never came, now I know why...“ His gaze shifted at the grave behind you. “I cannot even imagine what you went through… But maybe we can start from the start and I can take you out for a coffee or something?” You looked at him and there was something shifting in your heart. This always confident guy was now all shy and nervous, all because of you. You put your hand on his cheek and smiled. 

“I will start everything from the beginning. This is why I’m leaving. Have a great life, Bucky.” He wanted to stop you, convince you to not leave but he knew that he was being selfish. So he watched you go. He left the flowers on the grave and promised to come here every year from now on. And maybe he would be able to see you again. 

*

It has been years since you came to this place. Ten years since you moved away and started a new, better life. You moved to Carlisle and worked in the little library there with some extra job in the small coffee shop. You got your degree in teaching and not journalism and you schooled kids in the little military school there, while you found yourself writing books, one after the other and before you were able to blink you were one of the most established writers. Your books were selling quicker than the freshly baked bread and you were finally happy. You were sending flowers to your dads grave unable to come back there. Until this year. After years you decided to move back to NY. A city you found yourself to actually love. You bought an actual flat in Brooklyn and got a small teaching job at the school there. Despite not having to work, thanks to your books, you still loved doing it. 

And when the anniversary of his death came, you finally went there, only to be met with a figure cleaning the grave. You frowned, knowing that you have cancelled the yearly grave caring. 

“Hello?” You froze when the man turned around. Despite those ten years, he hasn’t changed much. He has cut his hair from what he had in college. He has become a bit bigger, especially around shoulders. His jaw seemed sharper than before. He changed. From a boy, he transformed to even a more handsome man. But his eyes stayed the same. Beautiful greyish once that always melted your heart. You didn’t remember him being so tall, but when he straightened up he was a good head taller than you. “Barnes?” 

“Y/N?” His expression softened, hearing your voice. It was visible on his face that he had not recognized you. Of course not. You weren’t this poor kid anymore. You were good clothes and a bit of makeup. Your hair was well done, and not kept in a loose ponytail. Just like he has become a man, you have become a woman. “Wow… You... “ He coughed awkwardly, which made you giggle quietly. “You look great, Y/n.” He finally said, his voice a bit distant, almost unsure what this compliment would make you do. 

“You don’t look bad yourself.” You complimented himself, and you swore you could see a faint blush on his cheeks. “What are you doing here?” You asked, softer now. You noticed the already cleaned grave and some fresh flowers. 

“I…” He hanged his head and took a deep breath. “Don’t be mad at me, ok?” You frowned and nodded, letting him continue. “I… Since you left I came here every year and took care of your father’s grave. I felt so bad for how I treated you, and everything, and… Well when you left, this was the only reminder of you.” You felt your heartache at this shy, lost man standing opposite you. He was this confident, smirking and annoying kid anymore. You could see it in his eyes. He went through ups and downs in his life, which made him a different man. “I… Can stop if you want. I’m sorry, now that I think about it, it was invasion of your privacy… Shit, I…” You stopped him putting an arm on his forearm, to stop him from mumbling. 

“Thank you, Bucky.” His eyes widen, when his nickname sounded so soft. He swallowed and smiled shyly. “It means a lot to me, really. I… I think I should apologise to you as well. I was unfair to put all my failures on you. you were always nice to me, and I… I think it all just was just too much for me. I’m sorry Bucky for being such a bitch.” He chuckled and you couldn’t help but admit that this made him look even more handsome. So you decided to be a bit bolt. “What do you do after this?” 

“Nothing planned, why?” He asked, brows raised, when you smirked at him, trying to mimic his smirk from high school. 

“How about I go apologise and say hi to my dad and then we can grab that coffee you promised me those ten years ago?” He gaped at you like you were crazy for a second, but then his face lit up and the most beautiful smile appeared on his face. 

“I’d love that doll.”

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[suckmysupernatural]

Sunshine - Chapter 6

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1557

Pairing: Sam x OC Sunny

Series Summary: The Winchesters meet a cheerful hunter named Sunny, who quickly captures Sam’s attention. Little do any of them know what lies in store when Sunny gets invited to join the brothers. Who can say how Sam, Dean, and Sunny will be some training days, a handful of hunts, romantic dates, a kidnapping, and one vengeful demon later.

Chapter Summary: The case gets wrapped up.

Warnings: language, show-level violence

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Near the end of the day, the three hunters had decided to meet up at the local diner to discuss their findings. Dean had been to the police station, local bars, even checking out the alleyways looking for men with sinning tendencies. Sunny and Sam had talked with many of the townspeople, posing as journalists who were looking for extraordinary women. Sitting at a booth, they began to trade information.

“I have, like, four town drunks,” Dean said before listing their names. “Oh, and there is this one dude who I caught snorting coke off of a bar bathroom sink.” Both Sam and Sunny were equally disturbed by the information. Bars were not known for their cleanliness, that was for sure. 

“Well, we found a couple of women who seem to fit the profile,” Sunny started, looking to Sam so he could continue. 

“There is a woman who is a sports coach for teens with disabilities, one who plants gardens around the city to make it look nice, a lady who bakes cookies for those staying in the hospital, and the last one just recently came home from a trip to Africa where she built ten houses for those in need,” Sam explained.

“Well, damn. Those are some do-gooders. So what, we just trail the people until the demon shows?” Dean asked. The three sat in silence, no one knowing where to go from there. 

“Why don’t we follow the women? So far it’s one man, one woman and so on. The last that died was a man,” Sunny pitched the idea to the guys. 

“There are four women and three of us,” Sam pointed out. 

“I think Garden Lady can be counted out for now. Yeah, she is doing good but not at the scale the other three are,” Sunny shrugged. The two men agreed. Tomorrow, they were each going to tail one woman and call the others if they found anything. 

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Sam had been watching a basketball practice for almost two hours now, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He watched as the kids all left the court, getting their things, and starting to leave. Taking the opportunity, he decided to approach the coach.

“Hi, um, Jeanine?” Sam asked, getting the woman’s attention. 

“Yep that’s me, and you are?” Jeanine smiled.

“My name is Sam, I’m a freelance journalist and I am currently writing a piece about extraordinary women. I asked around town and your name came up a lot. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?” Sam asked, taking on the role that he and Sunny had the day before. 

“Why, sure! The people around town are just the sweetest,” Jeanine shook her head slightly. It was obvious that she wasn’t one to boast about her efforts. She motioned to a bench nearby, her and Sam sitting and facing each other. 

“So, Jeanine, what made you want to teach teens with disabilities?” Sam asked. He wanted to ask demon-related questions but knew it would probably be best to start simple. 

“I might not look like it, but I’m disabled myself. I have POTS and Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. When I was a kid I really enjoyed going out and being active until I kept getting sprains and injuries. I tried pushing through it but began fainting at random times as well. It was then that I saw a doctor and was officially diagnosed. I asked if I could continue playing sports, but was immediately shut down. My doctor basically said that people with disabilities can’t play sports. I decided that was ridiculous, so I started finding ways to play the sports I loved while also keeping safe. As I grew older, I realized that I wanted to help other kids do that too. When you have a disability you are always told what you can’t do. I decided to focus on what they can.” 

“Wow, that’s really great. How has the reaction been of those in town? People must love what you are doing,” Sam said. 

“Almost everyone is fantastic about it! I have parents that volunteer to bring snacks for all types of diets, the community here really cares about one another. I do have a few people, however, that don’t like what I’m doing. They say I am getting these kids’ hopes up for no reason or that they are just going to get hurt,” Jeanine sighed. It was obvious that these types of people annoyed her greatly.

“Who would be against this kind of thing? Do they bother you?” 

“Well,” Jeanine took a second to choose her words carefully. It was going to be in an article, after all, “I have had one woman that won’t give up. She had tried just about everything to get my programs shut down. She doesn’t even have a reason, it can feel like she has it out for me.” Sam’s eyebrows raised Jeanine’s answer. This could be the lead he was hoping for. 

“Off the record, who is this crazy lady?” Sam asked. Jeanine hesitated, not wanting to annoy the woman even farther. He gave her his sympathetic puppy-dog eyes and she folded.

“Name’s Brandi Thomas,” Jeanine told him. The two continued to chat for a few more minutes before Sam excused himself. Walking away from the bench, he sent a text to his two partners. He was going to leave Jeanine to go investigate Brandi. He got two confirmations before heading to the nearby payphone to look at the yellow pages.

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After finding Brandi’s address, it didn’t take long until he was on her front door. The mailbox was filled to the brim and it looked like there hadn’t been any visitors to the house in a long time. Sam patted his jacket, feeling the demon blade that was tucked into this inside pocket. He had a feeling that he was in the right place. Bringing his knuckles to the wood, he gave a few loud knocks. Sam could hear the footsteps as someone approached the door. It swung open, revealing a middle-aged woman with black hair and piercing blue eyes. 

“Yes?” the woman asked, her voice conveying her slight annoyance.

“Hi there, my name is Sam. I am a freelance journalist reporting about those who use other’s disabilities for their own gain. I heard that you might be the perfect person to talk to about Jeanine?” Sam said. The woman’s eyebrows raised in curiosity. 

“Brandi,” she said, offering a hand for Sam to shake, “come on in.” She ushered Sam into the home, closing the door behind him. He took the opportunity to pretend he tripped on the rug that sat in the entryway.

“Jesus Christo!” He said, looking in his peripheral. Brandi twitched, her eyes turning a jet black. Sam’s hand went to his jacket pocket, pulling out the blade. The demon saw the glint of the metal, quickly shoving Sam in an attempt to get away. Before Brandi could get far, Sam tackled her onto the ground, stabbing the demon blade into the center of her chest. It was like her skeleton was a glow stick, lighting up orange as the life drained from the demon. Sam stood and wiped the knife off on the lifeless body’s jeans before tucking it back into his jacket pocket. Adrenaline was still pumping through his veins as he cleaned up the corpse, wiping down any surface that might have his handprints on it. 

Exiting the house, he pulled out his phone and told the other two that he had dealt with the bitch. They could meet back at the hotel, pack up, and head home. 

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“I wonder why the demon went after the shitty guys too. I mean, the good people make sense; demons want to watch the world burn. Why the sinners though?” Sunny questioned as she shoved her clothes back into her duffel bag. It was something she had been pondering all day.

“Who gives a shit? The bitch is dead,” Dean shrugged. Sunny tossed him a look before resuming packing. Of course, Dean wouldn’t care. He usually left a hunt behind as soon as the monster was rotting in Purgatory. Sunny and Sam, on the other hand, wanted to understand each aspect of a case. The question nagged at Sunny, but she decided to drop it as she felt Sam’s hands snake around her waist. He kissed the back of her head before leaning down to rest his chin on her shoulder. 

“You know, maybe she had a bad ex,” Sam joked. Sunny couldn’t help but chuckle along with him. Turning her head, she gave him a quick peck on the lips before stepping out of his arms.

“Let’s get going, Mr. Lucky,” Sunny teased. Sam picked up her duffel bag, along with his, and began to follow her out to the Impala. 

“Mr. Lucky?” Dean questioned.

“Yep,” Sunny looked to the older brother, “it’s short for Mr. Getting Lucky Tonight.” She stuck out her tongue as Dean pretended to gag. Looking over at Sam, she winked. He gave her a grin, his eyes raking over her body. 

The car ride to the bunker was going to be torture for them all. Sam and Sunny would have to resist taking each other in the Impala’s back seat and Dean would have to resist puking at the thought.

Chapter 7 ->

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