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[i-write-sometimes-maybe]

Passion- Lady Lesso x EverToNever!Reader.

Synopsis: Wherever she goes, you follow.

Warnings: None.?

Word Count: 1.1k

A/n: Me? Writing to distract myself? Yes. I really love some of the things I put in here so I hope you guys love it too. I really hate that it’s so short BUT I have another one ready for ya. And I have a longer one in the works too!

© This is my work, you have no right to repost my work for any reason without my explicit permission, all rights reserved.

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Lesso had asked you to join her on her next venture. She didn't tell you any details past that, and you didn't care to ask for any. You were simply pleased to be joining her.

Lesso had asked that you not disclose the fact you were tagging along to Dovey, it made sense. You were an Ever teacher tagging along with the Dean of Evil, Dovey wouldn't approve.

Even if she knew that you and Lesso were meant to be together.

You were to sneak out of the School for Good to meet Lesso at the bridge between Good and Evil on the last crescent moon of the month.

And so you did.

Once it started to approach midnight, you left your quarters and silently moved through the halls.

You didn't have anything with you but the clothes you adorned, all by the direction of Lesso. Again, you didn't ask any questions.

You made it through the school easily enough, passed all the fairies that must've been sleeping, and passed anyone who may have been on watch.

It was so close, the border to the other school was right within reach.

But just as you were about to cross, someone grabbed your arm and pulled you around.

"My dear, where are you going?" Dovey had her sweet smile, one that you never really saw as sincere.

You felt no need to lie, you were going regardless of whether or not you had permission.

"I'm going, I'm going with Lady Lesso," You started.

She cut you off, "Wha- you can't do that. You cannot leave, especially not with her."

You stood confused for a second until you saw Lesso walk up behind you. She must've been watching for your arrival but stayed for a moment to see how Dovey would react.

"Well, why not?"

"Because you're an Ever. She's a Never. It cannot happen."

Lesso rolled her eyes, "It has happened already, princess."

You inwardly smirked at the response she had for Dovey. She calls you her princess, but hearing the disdain in the word when it's directed at Dovey oddly fills you with joy, especially when you know how delicious it sounds when she means it every time she uses it for you.

"So, we'll just be going now-" Again, you tried before getting cut off.

"No!"

"No?" She was starting to frustrate you, and Lesso saw it.

"No. I cannot allow you to leave. Not with her."

"Clarissa, I am not asking. We are going, together."

"Oh for what? For some cheap fun? She'll tire of you in a few weeks time." You hoped to whatever creator that she didn't mean those words.

She had managed to set Lesso off, you could sense it without even looking at her. And at her words, her careless words, you stopped playing nice.

There was fury in her tone as Lesso stepped forward, "Princess, you-" You simply raised your hand to stop Lesso, her stopping right in her tracks at this move, this is your turn.

You could see genuine shock and confusion flash on Dovey's face when she saw how easily you handled your Leo.

"Dovey, you don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I don't? It's puppy love! What don't I know what I'm talking about?"

You were unsure of where this attitude of hers came from, and you didn't like it.

"Dovey, you don't get it. Anyone else would sacrifice me for the world, but Leo? She'd sacrifice the world for me. You do things for the greater good, but for her, there is no greater good if she doesn't have me. And I can only hope that one day, you find someone who will love you as strongly as we love each other."

Dovey scoffed, "Desire isn't everything." You knew that she had reason to be so defensive, but that didn't mean you cared what that reason was.

You bit back a smirk, "Maybe not. But the pure, fierce need, the way that nothing can stand in the way of us, there's nothing we wouldn't do for each other."

"Y/n, she wants to see the world burn!"

You stepped forward with a proud smirk, leaving just a few steps distance between you two, "Then I shall be by her side as she sets it aflame. I will relish in the heat of the embers if that means I get to be with her for all eternity."

"So, that's it? You choose evil?"

"No, I choose love. Wherever she may lead me is where I shall follow. And I'm not asking you to understand, I'm asking you to stay out of our way," Dovey stood astonished at your words while Lesso beamed with pride and love. "For your own good."

"You wouldn't do anything to me..."

"I might not," You opened your arms with nonchalance, "But I can't say the same for your Evil counterpart."

Lesso stepped forward once more to be by your side, "And I make no promises."

Dovey looked from the redhead to you, staying silent for a moment.

You both took this as a cue to leave, you knew you weren't waiting for permission anyway. Lesso had just turned around to continue on, and before you could, Dovey spoke again.

"What if it's a ruse? That she's using you for her own gain? You're making a mistake." She tried to get you to stay, but you weren't having it.

"Then that is my choice. This is solely your concern Dovey, not mine." You took a step back, "She would not do that. But, if your little delusion happens to play out, then it will be my turn to set fire to everything in my path."

Dovey was completely unrecognizable, "Who, who are you? It's like I don't even know you anymore."

"You've never known me. Not in any way that mattered."

Dovey stood in place, staring with a face you wouldn't have been able to recognize had you been paying attention to her.

But your attention was elsewhere, of course. Held by the one who held your heart. You had turned back to Lesso to see her already watching you, her proud look stayed unmoving on her features.

When you two were together, nothing else seemed to exist. Nothing else mattered but your love and your intertwined souls.

"Come, Dove. Let us set fire to the world." Lesso pulled you into a kiss, a kiss that held the passion between you two. A kiss that tells you no matter what happens, you two will be side by side.

You two continued on the venture, wherever it may have been. You still didn't care where you were going because you were with your love, hand-in-hand, hearts tied together. And you wouldn't have had it any other way.

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[aceing-is-writing]

Steddie Love Month Prompt 2

Protection rating: M cw: oral sex tags: first time, Steve is a little bitch, Eddie likes it prompt: Love is protection (@steddieas-shegoes) word count: 1,181

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It started as with most things to do with Eddie, in a DND session.

"Harrington, Harrington, Harrington," Eddie tutted from atop his throne as Steve once more took on a hit from a mimic.

"It's a desk! Why would I be worried to touch the desk!"

"Au contraire my small minded fellow!" Eddie proclaimed rising from his chair dramatically once more, the rest of the party groaning around him at the speech they knew was about to begin.

"Just a desk? Just a desk! Why I never!" he said grabbing his chest to clutch imaginary pearls. "Where is your sense of style? Your sense of adventure Harrington? It's as if you're looking for protection against all sense of whimsy and wonder!"

"Whimsy and wonder sure," he muttered under his breath.

Clicking his tongue in reproach Eddie finally dropped back down into his chair to the collective relief of the rest of the members at the table.

"We'll convert you one day Harrington. One day you'll see. Until then I'm willing to offer you my protection over your delicate sensibilities anytime" he said with a wink before dropping the subject to focus once more on the combat in front of him and in doing so missing the way Steve's ears reddened and he turned away to mutter once more.

"Protection my ass."

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It happened again of course, because Steve was unsure how to turn off his mother henning even when the youngest members of the party weren't present.

"Brakes Munson! Jesus," Steve yelled out clutching the handle above the door in Eddie's van with one hand and the other gripped tight to the seatbelt across his chest. Eddie merely laughed in reply as the van came to a halt at the red light perfectly stopped on the line itself.

"You were saying?"

Shaking his head Steve finally released his death grips from the car.

"I'm insane," he muttered. "Why do I do this to myself?"

"What was that big boy?" Eddie laughed out, smiling all the while with the smirk he seemed to resolve for driving Steve insane. He hadn't figured out whether that insanity was going to lead to him punching Eddie or kissing him, but it was going to lead somewhere eventually.

"No, no, you know what," he said unbuckling his seat belt.

"Leaving already are we-" Eddie said as Harrington turned towards him instead of the handle of his door. Reaching across the front of Eddie's seat Steve grabbed the seat belt from where Eddie had left it unfastened and clicked it into place.

Eddie's words cut out as he felt Steve's breath hit his chin and his knuckles graze the edge of his hip when the buckle clicked into place. Having completed his task Steve looked up towards Eddie now entirely too close.

"Uh," he mumbled out unsure what to say back.

Steve looked confused for a second before smirking at Eddie's lack of speech. Looking dead in his eyes he leaned in closer and Eddie drew in his breath and held it unsure what was happening.

"Protection Munson," he said before smoothly transitioning back to his seat.

Sucking in his breath Eddie coughed.

"Uh, what?"

Steve laughed before gesturing back out to the street.

"Protection." Eddie coughed awkwardly once more at hearing the phrase he thought at that phrase coming out of Harrington's mouth directed towards him.

"You're gonna need it with the way you drive. Light's green Munson." he continued nonchalantly.

"Jesus," he said turning back towards the road and pressing his foot to the gas pedal once more. Goddamn Steve Harrington with his stupidly natural womanizing ways. Eddie started in once more on a retelling of one of the previous campaigns he'd run for hellfire so he could pretend they didn't work on him just as well.

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It ended as with most things in a bed.

"God Harrington," Eddie stuttered out as Steve tossed his shirt to the side and scrambled down to grab onto the tops of Eddie's jeans, looking back up towards Eddie in question. Unable to believe this was happening to him let alone with King Steve himself Eddie scrambled to continue.

"Yes, yes, god, anything you want Harrington."

Smirking Steve unbuttoned Eddie's pants before grabbing them boxers and all and dragging them down Eddie's legs till he could throw them to the side of the bed. Crawling his way back up Eddie's legs he left kisses and nips on any easily available inch of skin skirting past Eddie's dick entirely.

Eddie groaned once Steve made it all the way up his torso to his lips grabbed his hips hard, pulling him forward towards him but refusing to connect either his lips or his hips to Eddie's.

"You're killing me here man," he groaned out.

"I could always offer you," Steve started before pausing to reach into his pocket and pull out a condom.

"My protection," he continued with a smirk.

Eddie's mouth dropped open as the pieces clicked together in his brain fully. Throwing his head back into the pillows at the top of the bed he laughed fully.

"Anyone tell you you're a little bit of a bitch sweetheart?" he said with a smile. "I mean goddamn Harrington. How long have you been waiting to pull that line out?"

He finally looked back up to Steve only to falter at the expression on his face.

"I think the better question Eddie," he said pausing to rip the condom open with his teeth, "is how long I've been thinking about you like this."

Slipping the condom over Eddie's dick he blissfully ignored the groan of relief he let out at the touch alone.

"You and your goddamn mouth," Steve continued starting up an agonizingly slow pace as he stroked Eddie up and down, "I've been wanted to fuck those smirks off of it since the upside down.

"Whatever," he panted out, "whatever you want sweetheart just goddamn it Steve I need-"

"Shh," he said nipping his neck as he travelled downward once more again to hover with his lips just above Eddie's dick. Eddie stared down in wonder unsure if one of his longest standing wet dreams was about to become reality.

"Less talking, more moaning," Steve said before taking Eddie all the way down to touch where his hand gripped him already.

Eddie finally shut his brain off and stopped trying to speak. After all, his mouth had got him into this mess, and he'd be damned if he tried to get himself out of it.

Eddie could definitely get behind being protected, especially if it meant the way Steve twisted his wrist and his head at the same time. He didn't know he'd said that out loud until Steve pulled off to laugh, smiling up at him in delight.

"Anytime Munson," he said, "anytime."

He smiled once more before going back to his task, flicking his eyes up towards Eddie with his eyes closed in rapture on the bed.

"Delicate sensibilities my ass," he thought to himself smiling as much as his stretched mouth would allow.

Steve could definitely get behind protection too.

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Will be cross posting this to ao3 soon once I go through and grammar check and edit it but for now that's what you get. Enjoy!

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[ja3hwa]

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SUBMISSIONS ARE NOW CLOSED

First and foremost, thank you so much for everyone who has joined this gorgeous community. All the love and support you've all given since the first day I started writing for this blog is crazy. And it means so much to me, and you all don't understand how much I care about you all.

To celebrate this crazy ass milestone, I've picked a sleepover event. So if you wish, drop any of these in my ask box, and I'd love to chat, realx, pick up a slice of pizza and cuddle up. Let's begin:

Cup of hot coco: Send in a hard ask, smutty, steam, Suggestive. I'll write as many drabbles as i can. And if i can't, I'll just scream at/with you instead, hehe.

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[zoeykallus]

Mayday

Mayday x Reader Oneshot

Angst/Fluff/Comfort

I already put it in the tags, but just in case: SPOILER ALERT FOR TBB SEASON2!!!!

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AC: After a misunderstanding with someone requesting this on anon. I decided to write this one now and don't put it in my to-do list first. As a little "apology" because I was pretty rude. Wish I could tag you, but unfortunately you contacted me on anon. Hope you still get to read this 😊

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Actually, you don't work for the Empire. You are an independent contractor, a small business mainly for cargo and logistics. When an Imperial officer contacts you, you are reluctant to take on the job. However, you don't want to upset the Empire either. None of your handful of workers is eager to deliver the cargo for the Empire, especially not to Barton-4, the ice-cold lump of a planet. So you take over the delivery yourself. Food, gasoline, energy packs for flashlights and a new generator for environmental sensors are to be delivered. Even the approach to the imperial station is complicated and dangerous. Fierce crosswinds push your cargo shuttle from all sides and make it difficult to land the ship safely. But you make it anyway. With a sigh, you see the clone troopers coming across the landing platform, who should be unloading the goods. You put on your thermal jacket, zip it up to the top and pull the hood of the jacket over your head, then you open the ramp and see the soldiers already coming towards you. Their equipment doesn't look exactly winterized, some of the men are provisionally wrapped in cloth and skins in addition to their armor. The sight makes you frown. One of them addresses you. "Of course, the Empire is sending civilian transport out here". You blink, then say dryly, "I guess the Empire knows they don't have pilots good enough to land in these weather conditions." You hear a rough laugh from under the clone's helmet, shortly after the soldier removes his helmet and you see an unfamiliar image. You clearly have a clone soldier in front of you, but one with long hair and a full beard, something you haven't seen before. He holds out his hand to you. "I'm Commander Mayday, this is Hexx and Veetch." You shake his hand, the others too, and introduce yourself. "Hi, nice to meet you guys" Maydays laughs again, and you can see a cheeky glint in his eyes. "We'll probably get to know each other a little better, whether you like it or not, the weather has been closing in, changes like this happen practically every minute around here. You're not going to get the shuttle out of here anytime soon." You look down the ramp, over which an icy wind blows into the interior of the shuttle. Outside everything is white, it is snowing, a blizzard, you can barely see two meters. "Fantastic," you say with a dry smile, and begin to help the men unload.

You have your own little area. But at night, the weather still hasn't cleared, and the cold is even more relentless than during the day. A bit unsure, you make your way out of your little cabin and into the main area, where you find the commander. He is sitting at a heat battery, his helmet lying next to him on a dura steel table. When he hears your footsteps, he looks up. You are still wrapped in your thermal jacket, in this outpost nothing works at all, not even the heating system, which is actually essential for survival. A barely noticeable, gentle smile twitches at the corners of his mouth as your eyes meet. "It's not so easy to fall asleep in this cold, especially when you're not used to it. In fact, it's probably better that way, here in this cold they tend to mistake fatigue for hypothermia. Lost some good men that way". You raise your eyebrows in surprise as well as shock and sit with him, close to the heat battery, across from Mayday. "Wait, that's that serious medical condition in which a person's body temperature falls below the usual level as a result of being in severe cold for a long time? Right?" you ask, frowning. Mayday nods. "Mmm, that's right. The body shuts down, you get very tired, but in reality you die instead of falling asleep." "That's terrible! Why don't you get proper care here? They should have given me more heat batteries and a technician to get your heating system back up to speed. Not even your equipment is intact." Mayday sighs softly and shrugs his broad shoulders, his arms folded in front of his chest, a thick wool blanket draped around his shoulder. "Clone soldiers are expendable, we always have been, but since the Republic was replaced by the Empire, it's worse than ever" Your teeth start to chatter even as you try to suppress it, your whole body keeps shivering as it tries to fight the cold that creeps under your skin despite the thermal jacket. Mayday raises his brows and looks at you. "You're not used to the cold, hmm?" "Not even close," you admit, "I've spent most of my life on Tatooine." Mayday laughed softly, "It's an extreme contrast to Barton-4."

He taps the bench he's sitting on next to him and holds out his blanket invitingly. "If we huddle together, we can keep each other warm. I'm happy to share my blanket with you" For a second you consider if the clone has any ulterior motives, but even if he does, it is so cold you don't care, and he is probably just as cold, probably even too cold for ulterior motives. You walk around the table and sit right next to him, close to the heat battery, and let him put the blanket around your shoulders so that the two of you are finally underneath it. You sit so close to each other that no hand's width fits between you. Your pulse is a little faster and you really feel warmer. However, you are not sure if it is the blanket, the heat battery, or the situation. Slowly, you turn your head to look at him. "Are you okay?" he asks quietly, and you can feel the bass in his voice as you sit so close to each other. "Yeah, it's getting better" He smirks. "Told you so"

You talk for a while. Mayday tells you about his experiences in the war and how he and his men have fared since he was stationed on Barton-4. You sympathize and feel your anger at the Empire flare anew. At a certain point, you are leaning against him, and he has an arm around you. It happened automatically and yet your heart is beating fast. You talk until the sun comes up. As you both look out the window and see that the weather has cleared up considerably, you feel no real relief. You have enjoyed Mayday's company very much, and the fact that this togetherness must inevitably end pleases neither of you. Mayday takes you out to your shuttle on the landing platform. As you say goodbye, you begin to feel a certain longing, which is reflecting in his eyes. On impulse, you kiss his wind-chilled cheek. He blinks in surprise, but he finally smiles at you. "We probably won't see each other again too soon," he says a bit wistfully, with a sad smile. You smile and say, "Maybe we will." As you take off in your shuttle, he watches you for a long time until the shuttle is completely out of his sight, and finally turns back to the outpost with a sigh.

One week later "Commander! An unannounced shuttle is on approach!" Mayday jumps up, puts on his helmet and asks, "Identification?" "It's the cargo shuttle that was here a few days ago, the civilian freighter". Mayday feels his pulse quicken. "Really?" "Yes, sir." Mayday makes his way out onto the landing platform, alone this time. He doesn't want to greet you in the presence of the others, wants a moment to himself. He's as excited as a young Cadet and doesn't really know how to categorize that feeling. All he knows is that he is looking forward to seeing you again. As the ramp to your shuttle opens, he pulls off his helmet and tucks it under his arm. You smile back at him as you walk down the ramp. "Actually, I can't allow you to land here, not without explicit Imperial permission," he says with a wry smile. "And yet you don't seem to want to chase me away," you return, amused. Mayday admits, "I was looking forward to seeing you again." You smile, feeling your face grow warm despite the cold wind. "I take it the Empire still hasn't provided for you properly?" He shakes his head. "We are expendable, still". You cross your arms in front of your chest and say, "Not for me". Behind you comes an astromech and a cargo droid. "I brought you something" Mayday frowns. "This is not an official delivery by the Empire". You shake your head, confirming his statement. "No, a little something from me and my workers. We chipped in and got you a few things. The cargo droid is to help you with transportation and the astromech is an all-rounder, he can fix your heating system. I also brought half a dozen heat batteries, a few more rations, including caf and tea." Mayday strides up the ramp so that you are finally facing each other halfway up. "Thank you." A simple word, but coupled with the soft expression on his face and the warmth in his voice, this word speaks more than a thousand words. You kiss his cheek again, like last time when you parted. "You deserve it, more than that, actually. But I hope this helps you for a while" Suddenly his hands are on your cheeks and his face comes closer. His lips touch yours. It's not urgent, not challenging, it's tender, slow, and intimate as he kisses you. Your heart almost flips over in your chest. As his lips very slowly, languidly break away from yours, you ask softly, "Would you like me to stay maybe a night or two?" Mayday smiles and replies," Please do."

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[sugarrspice]

Hi hi! I just rediscovered your writing tag; I know I binged the whole fae au ages ago but good grief have I caught the brain rot again. If you feel like taking a request, could I ask for fae au Chase having to deal with one of his eldritch housemates losing their temper, potentially with some protective Anti if that’s a vibe? No worries if not, but I thought it couldn’t hurt to ask :)

Pfft, you and me both. I've been thinking about them quite a bit. You can absolutely ask for it; I hope you enjoy!

Warnings for... not much, really. Nobody gets grievously injured or manipulated.

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Chase is only aware that something is wrong because when he walks into the kitchen, Jackie has cornered himself by the cabinet, five feet and three hundred and twenty pounds of pure wolfish muscle.

He snarls at Henrik, which is the other sign that something is wrong- Jackie would cut off his own godsdamned hand before ever threatening Henrik.

Henrik, for his part, is frozen; unsure of whether to run, or approach, Chase would assume.

Circling around, Chase keeps his steps audible, his voice low.

"Jackie?"

The wolf crouched by the cabinets snarls at him, muzzle wrinkled with fury. There's no hint of recognition in those brilliant amber eyes, and Chase casts his mind back, casts his thoughts to the calendar-

He edges around the corner to the window, just enough to see the moon hang, swollen and bloody, in the sky.

Ah, shit.

He needs Henrik out of here. Then he can- he doesn't know, open a door, lure Jackie out-

"Henrik," he hisses softly. "Henrik."

He sees Henrik's eyes flick in his direction, but no other movement. Jackie picks up his head, muzzle wrinkling, and growls in Chase's direction; Chase keeps his hands out and open, movements slow.

"Easy, Jacks," he soothes, voice low, in the same tone he uses to calm a spooked Henrik, to talk down Marvin and Anti from yet another spat, to soothe the snag-toothed magic under their skin. "It's just me, yeah? It's just Chase. Bet you're feeling all sorts of trapped in this tiny apartment, I've been telling Marv for ages we needed to move, but what can you do with rent."

It's all nonsense, soothing nonsense, and it doesn't make Jackie's hackles come down, but he can see Henrik's shoulders loosen. He'll take one out of two.

He gestures, a tiny motion, with his head; Henrik begins to edge back his way, eyes back on Jackie. The wolf snarls at them, fur rising along the ruff of his neck. Really, he's a gorgeous wolf, Chase thinks idly, all rich brown fur, a pelt thick enough to sink into.

Right now, he's fucking menacing.

"We'll leave you be," Chase soothes, watching as Jackie pulls himself to his feet with more than a little concern. It's a wonder his voice doesn't shake; he's gotten good at managing the adrenaline. He has to be, when ninety percent of their household can smell if his heartrate jumps a beat because he got startled by oil popping too furiously. "Nothing to worry about here, Jacks."

Henrik gets to within inches of Chase; Chase shifts aside to let him reach the doorway.

Later, he'll wonder if one of them moved too quickly; or if Jackie had simply reached the end of his limited patience.

In the moment, Jackie uncoils, and lunges.

Henrik shouts- Chase doesn't think before pulling Henrik back. Unfortunately, this means taking a solid three hundred pounds of muscle head on- he hits the floor hard enough that he hears something crack, and his vision fuzzes out. He can't seem to catch his breath, though that could also be the fact that there's an entire direwolf on top of him.

Someone's shouting. He doesn't have the voice for it, so he's assuming Henrik's shouting something- he can't quite make out what, wheezing for breath.

Above him, Jackie snarls, and Chase can count each claw digging into his shoulders. He drags in another breath, trying to force his lungs to expand past the weight on his chest. Don't panic, don't panic, he chants in the back of his head, through the haze of fear that thickens.

This is Jackie. He won't hurt you.

This is Jackie. He doesn't recognize you.

"Jackie, Jackie, it's me," he wheezes out, forcing his arms up between him and the snarling wolf's muzzle. Jackie snaps at him; Chase can only wedge his hands between them like a prayer to a god he's long stopped believing in. He's a journalist, not built for wrestling werewolves twice his size off of himself. He'll be lucky to make it out unbitten, be lucky to make it out--

"Be still."

The corners of his vision sharpen into almost painful detail. Jackie freezes, ears swiveling straight forward before they pin flat to his skull. A wolf recognizing the bear lumbering by.

Anti stalks through the door, all liquid grace and barely restrained fury.

These last few months, he's gotten good at... not tamping his otherness, but not smothering them. Most days, the hair on the back of Chase's neck doesn't do more than prickle, a lurch in his gut that he leans into.

Right now, Anti does not give a single shit about restraining even a sliver of his thunderous nature. Chase doesn't dare to move, doesn't dare to remind Jackie that he has a very vulnerable chewtoy beneath his paws, but he thinks he could've started dancing the cancan and Jackie wouldn't have looked.

"Up."

Anti isn't even looking at him; Chase can still feel the itch in his bones to obey, as Jackie staggers to his feet, a puppet unsteady on its strings. His tail tucks between his legs, an uncertain snarl wrinkling his massive muzzle.

Anti does- Chase doesn't know how to describe the sound he makes in response. It's too guttural to be a snarl, too harsh. Chase reels back against it, and Jackie takes a step back, and then another.

Towards the open door.

If Anti commands him to leave, Chase knows that he will not return. That they'll be lucky if he doesn't run himself into a bloody grave.

Pushing himself to his feet, he watches Anti's eyes flick his way. There's flecks of silver, brilliant shards of starlight reflecting back at him; the low light of the kitchen makes it downright eerie. He is very, very keenly aware that he's the only human here.

In any other case, he would consider himself outmatched- and on some level, he knows he is.

But he exhales, and then carefully, steps away from Jackie, grimacing a little as the world spins around him. He doesn't have a chance to waver- an arm, cool and steady, wraps around his waist.

"I'm alright," Chase murmurs, half a warning, half a reassurance. Anti's lip curls at that, eyes cutting back to the frozen werewolf crouched before them. Chase swears that he can feel the walls press in around them that inch more in response, and he squeezes what he can reach of Anti's arm. "I'm fine," he repeats, knowing that Anti can taste the half-truth.

"You know Jackie wouldn't in his right mind. We were surprised." Full truth.

After a long moment, Anti only shakes his head, and with the same finality as the sun setting, tells Jackie, "sleep."

The werewolf doesn't so much curl up as he drops; Chase starts, but Anti's already steering him away, and Chase knows full well that the fae is going to be hovering.

"He will wake up," Anti says with that odd finality, before giving Chase a familiar side-eye. "You would not have if we didn't hear you. Henrik."

Chase waves a hand, and immediately regrets it; his shoulder fucking burns. He's going to have to wrap it, probably. "I knew you would. And Jackie-"

...Well. Jackie like this would have easily ripped his throat out. A full moon already heightened his irritation; an eclipse like this would only make it worse. He wisely keeps his mouth shut.

Anti must read the way his expression tightens, because the tips of his fingers prickle, the taste of winter ice seeping into his mouth. The aching eases, and Chase lists further against Anti, who all but pours him onto the couch, and curls around him. Distantly, they can hear a pair of footsteps- Henrik, then, and possibly Jameson, likely at the feeling of magic as wild as Anti's flaring within their threshold.

"Every day," Anti mutters under his breath, shifting to allow Chase to pillow his head on Anti's lap. "Every day you find new ways to flirt with death. They are not that compelling, you know."

Chase huffs a soft laugh, and shuts his eyes, floating on the dizzying feeling of Anti's magic throbbing under his skin. A nap would probably do him good.

"I thought you liked it interesting."

"I like it when you are here," Anti snips back, and tugs a little at a lock of hair. "And death will like not having to gamble against me again."

He's going to shelve that for later, instead humming, and nuzzling into Anti's touch.

"Bet you'd cheat."

"They have no proof," Anti returns archly, but Chase can read into his words well enough. He'd rob death and all of their cousins blind if he had to, and something about that warms him all the way to his bones.

He only laughs, and curls closer to Anti, who's pressed close enough that you couldn't slide a sheet of paper between them. A nap really is looking heavenly, now, and Anti seems faintly smug about that; he's safe, here.

"Wake me up when Jackie's up," he says, quietly, and Anti grumbles indistinctly; when Chase opens an eye, he finally huffs.

"Sleep," Anti says, instead, and tangles slender fingers through his hair. "I will wake you."

There's no command in his words, but he's never needed it; Chase closes his eyes, and falls.

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[coldysartblog]

Hi everyone! I'm happy to announce I'll be opening up commissions.

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My artwork is traditional art in monochrome (black and white). I will draw dragons and related draconic creatures such as wyverns, drakes, lindwyrms, etc - all included here under the term 'dragon' for simplicity. Anthropomorphic dragons may be considered on a case-by-case basis. Feel free to inquire! I do not do backgrounds at the moment.

I do two sizes of commissions: head and full-body. Head pieces will display the dragon's head and neck down to the shoulders and beginning of the upper chest. These take up roughly half a page of A4 paper. Full-body pieces are exactly that, and take up a full side of A4.

Commissions may be for an existing design, such as your original character (OC) and dragons from existing media, or a completely new design to be created by me.

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Payment for sketches is given upfront upon my confirmation of taking the commission. Payment for other pieces is given upon your acceptance of my initial sketch.

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[runningfrom2am]

the sea around us: pt.2, chapter eight

Snowy saw no choice but to run- wondering if Rafe will ever understand that the pogues mean everything to her. JJ gets it though. JJ will always get it.

(jj maybank x f!oc)

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

wc: 2.2k

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"JJ, he's not even gonna see us." I insist, trying to ease my friend's mind.

"But what if he does, then what?"

"We're running anyways, it doesn't matter." I try and convince him, but I can tell he's hardly listening.

"She's right, our only job is to run to the truck when we get the signal and drive off. He won't even know it was us." Sarah adds, trying to help me out.

"Yeah dude, relax." John B says, walking up to JJ and grabbing his shoulders, giving him a slight shake to get him to focus. "You're freaking out because he's Snowy's ex, right? Forget that part. It's just another plan. And even then, so what. She's a pogue. She's with us, he can't take her from us."

I look down at my feet, trying to give them a little space to talk, but I feel Sarah's eyes on me. I feel a tightness in my chest, and I don't even have the time to figure out what it's from. JJ thinking I'm gonna leave them when I never even did that when things were normal? From the impending fear of seeing Rafe again after abandoning him, bloody and choking on the ground? Or maybe that we never officially broke up and then I went and kissed JJ just days later. Or, of course, the gold. I have to focus on getting that gold back for John B.

The boys are still talking when the phone now laying in Sarah's palm buzzes and we all look over.

  'Just crossed the bridge.'

We all read the text over her shoulder, and John B nods. "Here we go."

"Yeah." Sarah says, a breathy whisper in her tone as she looks at him.

We peer down the road at T and Cleo's truck, parked and ready to intervene when Ward and Rafe get here with the gold.

"Okay, Snow, here's the plan," JJ says, grabbing my arm gently. "I'm gonna carry you, as soon as we get the signal we're going to run up to the truck and jump in the back. It's easy." He insists, back to his usual self.

I smile at him a little. "You don't have to carry me, I'll be fine." I shake my head, laughing slightly. "We're what, twenty feet from the road?"

"I've been training for this all week!" JJ whispers, nudging me with his shoulder. "But, if you insist, I'll be right behind you."

I lean against him and nod as we watch the road anxiously from the bushes, no one feeling confident breaking the silence. We all need to focus and be ready.

Within a few minutes, Cleo texts the phone.

'no escorts, they'll be here in 5 we're setting up now'

'u ready?'

We look between each other and nod as Sarah texts her back, letting her know we're ready. Or as ready as we'll ever be. I focus on taking deep breaths, trying not to let my mind wander much. I pull up my bandana from around my neck to cover my nose, attempting to hide my face. I put my hands on my knees and stare at the ground, starting to count the pieces of grass that fall over the top of my shoes. Anything to keep me from panicking.

I feel a hand on my back, rubbing it gently over my shirt. "You gonna be okay?" JJ whispers and I nod in response.

It feels like only a few seconds before the barrels and roadblock are fully set up, and we hear the wheels of a truck kicking up gravel as it speeds down the dirt road toward us. We can't see it yet, but I know it's them.

We watch as the truck pulls past us, slowing down as it approaches Cleo and Terrence. I try and get a good look inside, unsure of whether I was hoping Rafe was there or not. Sure enough, he is. His hair isn't styled the way it usually is but instead parted down the middle with loose strands framing his face. He's got a fading cut on his chin and bruises from when Pope almost killed him and I just watched. My heart is pounding in my chest and I can feel it echoing through every bone and nerve in my body. I want to run to him, but I know I can't.

"Roads closed! Nobody's comin' through." I hear Cleo shout, and I try to keep a good view of everything happening without making a sound.

"Hey, careful." JJ grabs me by my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I keep my eyes firmly trained on the truck, my breath hitching as I watch Terrence pull a gun on Ward as Cleo walks up to the other window, just out of my line of sight.

"Hey, Snow, he's fine." John B whispers to me, leaning close into my ear with a bandana covering his face as well.

"You okay, Sarah?" I whisper to her and she nods as well, turning to look me in the eyes. I can see in her eyes that she's scared for her dad and her brother, and I know she can see that I'm scared too.

With a knife to his throat, Rafe helps his dad in throwing the signs and the barrels out of the way. We're seconds from go-time now, so I train my eyes on the truck instead.

"You guys are idiots." I hear Rafe say, and I force myself not to look. I haven't heard his voice in what feels like forever. "Our escorts are right behind us."

"Okay, it's time to go." John B says, looking back at Sarah and I glance around at my friends one more time.

"Go, go!" Terrence says to us, gun still pointed firmly at Ward's head as he waves for us to make our run for the truck. "Hurry!"

John B leads, stepping out of the grass out of view from where Rafe and Ward are laying on the ground, Sarah following close behind. Then me. My turn. I have to go, but my feet aren't moving.

I'm frozen solid in place until I feel two strong arms lift me up, one under my knees and one on my back and suddenly we're moving quickly towards the truck parked in front of us. "Don't look," JJ says, and I'm torn away from where I was staring at Rafe kneeling on the ground, knife still pressed against his neck. He doesn't even know I'm here, and I know that's for the best.

"Sarah?" I hear between the sounds of JJ's feet hitting the road below me.

"Sarah! You're alive!" Ward yells, making me gasp and look back over JJ's shoulder.

"Don't look," JJ says again, just as we reach the truck, stopping behind Sarah and John B.

"Baby, you're alive!" I hear Ward's voice again as JJ puts me down to open the door, and I can't resist turning to watch.

"Hey, stay down!" Terrence yells as Ward stands up, clearly unafraid of the weapon in front of him.

"Stay back!" John B says, pointing his gun up at Ward as well, but he still doesn't seem to care, or even notice.

"Do not talk to her!" Cleo yells, and I watch as she steps away from Rafe. My eyes are locked on him as he turns his head as well, standing up now with no one watching him but me.

It feels like forever before his eyes pass over me, and I find myself pulling down my bandana as he does a double take and locks eyes with me. We just stare at each other, and I can hardly tell from far away that he looks relieved, almost, until the world around us catches up and we both notice at the same time that Ward is trying to rush us, and John B is still pointing the gun at him with his finger on the trigger.

"Stop!" He screams, and it's obvious to me that he doesn't want to shoot anyone.

"Hey!" Rafe yells, suddenly holding a gun that we didn't know they had on them, and pointing it in our direction.

"Get in the truck!" JJ is yelling in my ear, wrapping his arms around me and spinning me so I'm facing away from everything with him standing behind me, attempting to get me to the other side by going around the back.

"No! Rafe, don't!" I can finally speak again, and I know I'm yelling. The only thing I can clearly make out in the sound of everyone shouting is a gun firing just as JJ gets me behind the truck.

"Are you shot?" He's asking frantically, my ears ringing as I try to make it out, mostly having to read his lips as he's grabbing my shoulders and looking me up and down, trying to see if there's any blood.

"No, no I don't think so," I reply quickly. "Are you?"

"No, I'm good. Hurry, get in." He's pushing me again around the other side, being careful to stand between me and whatever commotion is happening up the road where Rafe was standing.

"Was it him? Was it Rafe?" I ask JJ as I sit in the back seat of the truck, instantly ducking down behind the passenger's seat as he climbs in next to me.

"No, no he's fine." He replies, leaning over the center console and banging on the window next to Sarah and John B.

"Get in!" He shouts at the couple as Ward gets knocked onto the ground.

"We gotta go!" I hear John B's muffled voice just before the door opens.

"Go! Hurry!" Terrence's voice is clear now as Sarah climbs in front of me and John B makes a break for the driver's side, quickly hopping in.

"Snowy!" I recognize Rafe's voice and I peek out the window. "Wait! Snowy, wait!" He doesn't have the gun anymore, but Cleo is pushing him back as he tries to get to the truck.

Then, as we start driving, his tone changes. "You're a coward, Sarah!" He yells angrily, and I watch out the window as we drive by him, and I'm closer than I've been to him since I left him laying on the ground of the garage back home. If I reached out the window I could touch him.

"Snowy, stop!" He yells at me, trying to reach for my door but Cleo is stopping him with the gun now pressed to his chest. I watch him as we speed off, looking out the back window and seeing Cleo and Terrence making their run for it as well since the escort truck is quickly approaching.

"John B!" I say, and he turns his head.

"Shit, they're coming. Shit." He says, glancing between the back window and the road ahead of us.

"We've got it! Holy shit guys!" JJ laughs, pulling me into a hug. My arms wrap around him and squeeze him tight. The adrenaline rushing through me is the only thing keeping me from crying and I know that.

"Don't get too excited, guys," Sarah says, turning to glance out the back window as well. I let JJ go and look up at her, and she looks pale. There's a panic behind her eyes that seems almost more frantic than ours.

"Sarah?" I say, and she just turns around. I'm unsure if she even heard me.

"Shit, shit... Come on..." John B is mumbling, his foot pressing the gas pedal to the floor as the truck struggles to gain speed and I sit forward, moving into the middle.

"Sarah," I say again, reaching for her shoulder but I'm interrupted.

"Come on, it's too heavy, Sarah, the gold's weighing us down." John B says.

"Is there any way to make this thing go faster?" Sarah asks.

"I'm going as fast as this hunk of shit can go!"

"What do we do?"

"I don't know- Hold on!"

Suddenly I'm falling over JJ's lap as we take a sharp turn, the whole passenger side of the truck lifting off the ground from the weight.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" I scream, and JJ laughs. He's just having the time of his life, but I won't say anything because it is likely he's just as scared.

We quickly pull off the road and into the tall grass, out of sight from the main road. Sarah and John B both sigh as Sarah lifts her hands above her head.

John B stops the truck and we all freeze for a moment."Now can we celebrate?" JJ asks, leaning forward and smacking his friend on the shoulder.

"Yeah, man... We did it!" He grins, turning and grabbing JJ's hand. "Sarah, we got the gold! Oh my god!"

"Sarah, hey, are you okay?" I finally get to ask, squeezing in between her seat and John B's while he's talking to JJ.

I place my hand on her arm and she looks down slowly, and my eyes follow. Shit. Blood is spilling out through a hole in the front of her shorts, almost dripping down onto her leg. We look up at each other as I instinctively grab her hand.

"Guys," I say, trying to turn and look at the boys next to us but they aren't listening, shouting about how we're going full kook. "Guys!" I say again, loudly this time and they both stop, looking over at me.

"I'm shot," Sarah says, shock fully evident in her voice as John B looks down at her bloody hand.

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A/N;

Hey all!! I was so nervous to write this part ahhh but I think it turned out well! Finallllyyy some more RafexSnowy content I've been waiting on this one lol.

Sidenote; if you don't already follow me on tiktok this is the only thing I post ab on there and I have lots of fun with it. My tiktok is runningfrom2am (same user!) Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!

- R

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[miasanmuller]

My dear friend Bella @probayern tagged me to make my Bundesliga predictions for the next season so here am I :) Let's just hope I get more good things right this time than last year lol

Bundesliga prediction time: answer the following questions about this bundesliga season

1. Top 5 Bundesliga Teams at the end of the season? 2. How far will Bayern get in the DFB Pokal? 3. How far will Bayern get in the Champions League? 4. Who will be Bayerns top goal scorer? 5. Biggest surprise? (could be anything) 6. Biggest disappointment? (could be anything)

Ok so obviously we're at the top as usual, with L*ipzig as a close runner-up. Dortmund and Neverkusen are also at the top 5 but I'm not quite sure where. As for the last team... I guess almost everybody will go with either Union on Freiburg and they'e likely the safest bets, but I'm chosing not to make an exact prediction for the fifth team as I believe the Bundesliga enjoys surprising us with some wild cards from time to time. So I'm guessing the fifth team in the top 5 will not be Union, Freiburg or Frankfurt, but a completely different team no one expects lmao.

Quarter-finals bye

Honestly? Honestly?? If we make it out of the group stage alive I'm throwing a party lol I think we die at quarter-finals again.

*sigh* I'm going with Kane because we payed a lot for that man to do specifically that and I want to believe this money was well spent.

We'll have a working midfield by the end of 2023 and it will be surprisingly good. I'm unsure whether it'll be with Josh + Laimer or Laimer + Leon or if Josh and Leon will somehow make it work or if we'll sign someone else or whatever. But I think we'll get over the midfield chaos soon enough but we will have defensive problems so we'll suffer anyway

Manu won't come back this year, only in the beginning of 2024... and he'll never be as good again. I don't know how this will affect us bc I'm confident we'll eventually sign another GK soon... But this will have a huge effect on the morale and will have divise effects on Bayernblr. Hopefully I'm wrong about this one, but considering how thing's are going... And maybe this doesn't quite fit as a disappointment since this is something most of us are kinda expecting, but I also think we all have at least a bit of hope of seeing him coming back just as great as he was so yeah.

And with this sad note I finish my predictions lmao I'm tagging @thomas-mvller @miss-i-ship-it @shrimpeon and @acrazybayernfan to submit their predictions too :)

#thanks so much for tagging me and bringing this back bella!!! #and mutuals pls remember to have mercy in case i'm right about the last one xoxo hjkjkg #bundesliga predictions

[smartycvnt]

old habits die hard

pairing: becky lynch x reader

summary: as the air starts to clear between you and becky, the two of you fall back into a familiar pattern

warnings: smut

follows this.

Mentally, you had a list of things you were and weren't going to do when you came back to the WWE. Something you didn't realize should have been at the top of that list of don't was sleeping with Becky Lynch. Time had changed both of you, but not nearly enough for anything to be quick and easy. It was still painful and left you feeling like you were second rate to her. She still shoved you away when everything was said and done. Sometimes you swore that she was even colder than she had been before. You were on the verge of breaking things off when it was announced that you were going over to Smackdown in the draft.

Conflicting schedules seemed to be the best thing for you and Becky. You could see each other maybe once or twice a month, which left little opportunity for arguments and fights. It was the first time that you thought maybe things were actually going to be good in years. Becky was starting to feel like your friend again. There hadn't been a fight in months. And once your guard was down, things decidedly went to shit.

"That's a throwback for sure," Charlotte said as she ran her hand over your gear. It wasn't that unusual for other wrestlers to admire gear, but usually they weren't getting as touchy as she was with you. You blushed and ducked your head away from her as she accidentally brushed her knuckles against your hip. "Sorry."

"It's fine," you mumbled. Neither of you really thought anything of it, both your minds more focused on the upcoming rumble. PPV nights were one of the few times when you got to see Becky, which meant she was somewhere around backstage.

"You two should really talk to each other," Charlotte said with a small smile. You looked at her with confusion, unsure of what she meant. "Becky's trying to kill me with her eyes again. Kind of feels like Survivor Series all over again when we tagged together."

"To be fair, you were all over me backstage. She made me shower when we got to the hotel room," you chuckled. Charlotte rolled her eyes as she set her hands on your shoulders. "Don't provoke her please, it's me who has to deal with the moods at the end of the night."

"If she treats you like anything less than a lady, I'll kick her ass," Charlotte said seriously. You knew that she would, which was precisely why you wanted Charlotte to get off of you already. You were fine with the touchy-feely and affection, but Becky wasn't. "What are you thinking about?"

"Whether or not I deserve tonight," you sighed. "It feels like I just got back on my feet."

"You're gonna shine tonight. Winning from first is no small feat. And then in April, we'll take the gold." Charlotte winked and kissed your cheek before quickly scurrying off. You were about to ask what that was about when you felt Becky's arm around your shoulder. You turned your head towards her and smiled innocently, hoping that she wouldn't cause a scene this early in the night.

"Hi," you greeted happily. Becky unclenched her jaw when you smiled at her. You could tell that it was difficult for her to act like such a hard ass about your friendship with Charlotte. All you had wanted while you were away from the company was to be with your friends again, and while some of them were gone, you had made some new ones in their place. "Gonna wish me good luck?"

"Yeah, I am." Becky subtly wiped the spot where Charlotte had kissed you with her thumb before pulling you towards her. She kissed your lips softly. It was out in the open, as if she didn't care who saw it. Foolishly, you let yourself get excited about it, just like you had before when you'd confessed your feelings to her. "Good luck out there."

"Th-thanks," you stammered. Becky smirked at your sudden state of fluster as she settled in next to you. There was something a bit different about her, but you couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly.

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The usual post-match adrenaline was in a full battle with your exhaustion from being in an hour-long match. You wanted to crawl into bed and lie there for the next week, but you knew that wasn't an option. Not when your body was restless and craved something else. Becky was good at giving you whatever it was you needed, even if you didn't know what it was yourself. As the two of you rushed into what would be your shared room for the night, you knew that she'd take care of you.

"Get on the bed," Becky told you. She had a habit of being commanding, which you didn't mind. Becky liked to be in control, and you liked the way she praised you when you did what she asked.

You dropped your things by the closet and walked over to the bed. The mattress creaked a little as you hopped onto it, landing with a muffled thud. Becky tried to hide her smile at your antics, but you could see the quirk in the corner of her mouth. You allowed yourself to relax a little as Becky took her time in undressing herself on her way to you. Laying there on the bed reminded you of how badly your body ached from your match.

"Lay back and relax, let me take care of you." Becky was standing over you now, clad only in a pair of boxers and a sports bra. You bit down on your bottom lip as your eyes dragged over the defined muscle of her abdomen. Becky followed your gaze and placed your hand onto her stomach, even flexing a bit to show off. "You don't have to worry about a thing tonight."

You swallowed as Becky's hands tugged at your pants. She slowly and gently undressed you, peppering random bits of your body with kisses as she did. By the time that she had you undressed, your body was practically vibrating with anticipation for her. Becky kneeled down in front of you and held your legs open.

"What do you want?" Becky asked as she absentmindedly stroked her fingers along your thigh.

"I want you, just you. And please, don't tease me," you told her. Becky nodded and dipped her head down to press a kiss to your clit. Your body twitched at the feeling of her breath against you. Becky's fingertips teased at your entrance, coaxing a little bit of wetness to drip down before she pushed two fingers inside of you. You let out a loud moan, one that you were sure would earn you a complaint or two by the end of the night.

Becky moved with care, but was sure to kept a respectable pace. You bucked your hips to match the pace of her fingers. With each flick of her tongue, Becky moaned or sighed appreciatively. You could hear her mutter praise and comments about good you felt and tasted to her, but the words themselves were lost on you. Everything began to feel a bit like television static, warm and fuzzy, as your eyelids fluttered closed and your body stiffened.

"That's it. That's it," Becky coaxed you down softly. It amazed you how gentle she could be in the moment sometimes. The bed dipped with her added weight as she sat down next to you. Despite your best efforts, you drifted off to sleep fairly quickly. You wished that Becky would have been there when you woke up, but you knew better than to expect to see her. You'd been proven right when you woke up in the middle of the night to an empty room and text on your phone that she couldn't wait for Elimination Chamber.

"Of course," you muttered as you plugged in your phone. You tried not to be upset with yourself or Becky for what had happened, but that didn't stop the tears from coming as you fell back asleep. A bit of knocking woke you up in the morning to get breakfast before the hotel kitchen stopped making it. You went down, got yourself a cup of coffee and a muffin, then took it back up to your room. It seemed that most of the other talent had packed up and left already, so you didn't expect to see Becky.

"Hey," she said gingerly as you stepped off the elevator. At first, you didn't look directly at Becky, but rather the suitcase next to her you hadn't seen in the room the night before. Slowly, your eyes drifted up until they settled on the bruise on her cheek. "I wanted to say I'm sorry for bolting after last night, it was stupid."

"It's fine Becky. Staying isn't what you do," you lied. It was a lot of things, and fine wasn't one of them. "What happened to your face?"

"Friendly conversation with your guard dog got a little unfriendly. Give me a call when you get out of here, okay?" Becky asked.

"I will. See you later Becks." You shot her a smile, one that faltered a little when she kissed your cheek goodbye. It was unexpected, but definitely not unwelcome.

"Sooner than later I hope. You'd make a good Raw Women's Champion," Becky said as she stepped into the elevator. You stood in the hall for a moment after she was gone, knowing that Charlotte would be waiting for you in your room. It was very likely that she'd been the one to wake you up for breakfast in the first place. You were sure that there was a conversation to be had that you weren't ready for.

#becky lynch imagines #becky lynch imagine #becky lynch x reader #becky lynch #wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines

[garasu-no-haato]

I just looked at the DD2 post from @/demifiendrsa (unsure whether tagging is okay?) again (since I reblogged it today), browsing through the screenshots and especially focusing on the one with a person (very likely "our" Arisen) lying on the ground when the dragon takes their heart, and when I reached the last screenshot, I suddenly felt like I saw something.

Is the person with the shield supposed to be "our" Arisen or are we simply wearing the same armor by chance or some other reason?? 🤔

Edit: Now that I slept on it, I think I'm actually not a fan of being a soldier by default. The first game left it more open in regard to what your Arisen did for a living imo... but maybe they thought this is a good way to explain why we know how to fight? Well, we'll have to see!

I can't wait until we get more info (and a demo?) 😩😭✨️

#dragon's dogma 2 #dragon's dogma ii #dragon's dogma #this wouldn't be a life-changing discovery but noticing things is simply exciting!

[aurorabayrpg]

EVENT 003 {MARCH 24- APRIL 1st} AURORA BAY STORM

Aurora Bay has always been toted as a paradise, a place that barely ever sees cloudy skies, much less a rainstorm. But over the past few days, news stations have been reporting of a storm that was estimated to pass over the town. The residents, however, are blindsided with just how bad it will be.

Due to the town's proximity to the ocean, what was just going to be a rainstorm became much, much worse. Crashing waves will send water and debris into the closest residencies of the ocean but stores and buildings that are more inland will still feel the affects. And due to the powerful, gusting winds, power lines will be knocked out, cutting off cell service and plunging a lot of the town into darkness.

Residents will be advised to shelter in place, whether that be with loved ones or even amongst strangers in a safe space. Regardless of where you are, we urge everyone to stay off the streets and stay safe until this passes.

OOC INFO UNDER THE CUT

OOC INFO:

Here's our next event! We absolutely want people to plot with this one, so much so that we want this to be collaborative.

We will have five safe zones, places away from the ocean that will open their doors for people looking for cover, that if you want your character to be a part of, send us their names and we will randomize them, essentially placing random characters together to encourage plotting and writing with those you may otherwise not have anything in common with! We will accept character names to randomize until Wednesday. On Thursday we will post the list of who's where so you all can have time to plot. Again, this is completely voluntary!

Other than those spots, characters can be trapped at work or at home and of course we encourage plotting for that as well for threads.

Aurora Bay Drive, being right on the beach, and establishments on the waterfront will get the worst of it, but damage will be done to businesses and homes all around town. Ocean Crest Apartments, being the furthest from the ocean, will ultimately be the safest place to be (albeit without power). However, wherever the residents find themselves is where they'll be the rest of the night.

For the safe zones, characters can of course be there already when the storm hits! However, if you have a character that you're unsure of where to put them/just want to drum up a little plotting and drama, again just message us their names and we'll plop them into one of our five locations!

Extras:

During the course of this week leading up to the storm, there will be gustier winds and cloudier skies, all signs of a storm approaching.

In game, the storm is Friday night. The dash will be open for event posts starting Friday at 11am CST.

Power will be lost in the town in game from Friday night until the early hours of Sunday morning. This included cell service. The storm itself will clear in game by Saturday morning and by then people can of course go outside

Three open starters can be posted off the bat, after that please reply to those before making your own! all threads should be tagged aurorabay.storm and should be labeled with location.

Morning After posts on the dash can begin on Monday the 27th (but of course storm posts can continue throughout the week!)

If in a safe zone, please make sure to use the tags below for your threads

ALL STRUCTURAL DAMAGE AND INJURIES M U S T BE APPROVED BY THE ADMINS. We don't want thirty characters in the hospital with broken bones and every store in town shattered, so we will accept damage/injury plots at our discretion. (Scrapes and light injuries, and mild dents and dings to places are of course okay, but anything major needs to be approved first. Any questions or if unsure, please just ask!)

The Safe Zones:

All-Nighter Diner (aurorabay.diner)

Aurora Bay College (aurorabay.college)

Golden Hour Lounge (aurorabay.lounge)

Tidal Wave Music Shop (aurorabay.music)

Aurora Bay Vet Clinic (aurorabay.vet)

#aurorabay.event #aurorabay.event003 #aurorabay.storm

[coffeedrgn87]

Blurbs On Writing (2022 Edition)

I had this idea for a little thought compilation about my writing a while back, but I held back, unsure whether I wanted to write it all down. If I am honest, the thought of sharing something personal scared me, and still does. Today, I decided that I do want to look back on my writing exploits over the past year and add my observations. These will be at random, and I'll note them down as they come into my head. You can find the list after the break.

I enjoy writing for someone (I like the challenge), and teasing the recipient with excerpts or talking about their idea with them makes me so happy. There's something special about sharing a piece of my writing with someone or dedicating it to a particular person. Unfortunately, I don't get to do this nearly enough, and my anxiety makes it difficult to reach out to people. Occasionally, I'll jump over my shadow and ask, but it takes a lot of effort, and most of the time, I do not have the energy.

I guess not many people like reading unfinished or WIP multi-chapter things, and I understand why it doesn't work for some folx, but I've discovered that I love writing this way. It's hard for me to withdraw into a corner, quietly work on something long, and only share it once it's completely done. I don't know how other writers feel about creating their work and/or sharing it as they go, but my personal perception is that even if an author posts a chapter a week or every other day, the work is usually already finished. I may be entirely mistaken, so don't consider this opinion etched in stone. For me, writing a chapter and sharing it is thrilling. The anticipation of being able to share an update, the readers' excitement, and potential interaction via comments/messages. I thrive on that. It often lets me incorporate ideas, tweak future chapters slightly, or sometimes change course entirely.

I absolutely adore one-word prompts. There's something magical about building a short story around a prompt. Sometimes the story is centred around the prompt; other times, it's just a support, an aid. Whichever it is, it's always exciting. I particularly enjoy noun prompts, though I don't limit myself in that regard. The way these tiny prompts spark an idea is magical, but it's also frustrating when you stare at a prompt and draw a complete blank. Especially when that uninspiring prompt is part of a challenge.

Describing scenes, particularly outdoor scenes such as a forest, a meadow, a cave, or a beach (to name but a few), is such fun. I like painting a pretty picture, going into detail about what's happening, what can be seen, how things smell, what they look like... It's not been a big focus for me before, but in 2022 I really made it my priority, and I feel it's elevated my writing. I've had a few lovely comments from readers who enjoyed it, so I guess I'm on the right track.

Smells and tastes are a delight to describe, and I first dipped my toes into making that a priority when I took part in a fest in 2020, but it took time for me to turn it into a habit. My Google search has since learnt that I like to research these things. Thrilling. Thank you, Google, my trusted research partner.

If I can make it happen, I like it when my characters spent time in the kitchen. Growing up, a lot of life happened in our kitchen (mainly because my dad was a kitchen person, but it's also my inner cat, associating the kitchen with warmth, chatter, and coffee, which awakens the dragon in me), and that shows in my writing. I think I did it unconsciously until I, at one point, added the tag "life happens in the kitchen" to one of my fics on AO3, and now writing scenes in the kitchen has become a staple of mine.

I never thought I might enjoy writing sprints with other people, but for a brief period, I got to try this and found it delightful. It tickled my competitive side. Perhaps I'll dip my toes into that again at some point...we'll see.

I've gotten much better at showing rather than telling how a character feels, and it's become such a joy to add in all those little descriptors that my readers can hopefully identify with when they read my works.

Eyes seem to be something I focus a lot on when describing a person. Eyes are stunning, and I truly enjoy describing them, especially the colour and how it makes the other person feel. Knowing that one of my characters is smiling or laughing or just genuinely happy makes me happy, and I always quietly hope that the same applies to my readers.

I'm no longer all that fussed about writing super-detailed sex scenes. I go there, but in recent months I've found that stripping away some of the details of the actual "this goes there in this way" and replacing it with feelings or a character's reaction gives me much more joy. Perhaps it's loosely related to a recent discovery I made about myself, or perhaps it's just my writing evolving, but I find this interesting. We'll see where this goes. One thing that I'm very sure about, though, is that my love for smut will always burn brightly.

Pets or animals in general. I love including a pet or an animal as a character, especially when I can give them an attitude, a quirk, or something that makes the pet or animal a delight to read. I've invented a few furry/feathery/scaly companions over the past year, and it's something I want to focus on even more. I'd be happy to have 50K of one character + a menagerie of animals, and while I don't know how my readers would feel about that, a writer can dream, can they not?

I don't especially feel like I'm part of my favourite fandoms. This might be a sad revelation, but it's true. While I thrive on making new connections and responding to messages/comments (after all, I am a chatterbug), I sadly am not the kind of person to reach out to people. It takes me forever to decide to take the plunge, and my anxiety always wreaks havoc on every attempt. I no longer feel confident enough to make the first move. I overthink, worry, and convince myself that there isn't a space for me. On a few occasions, it's made me want to stop writing, but I have since learnt not to give in to that impulse. My writing is all mine. It's something I would never give up, not for anyone. Still, not having that sense of belonging makes it hard to connect. I tried for a while, but I just don't have that much strength (for personal reasons, I won't elaborate any further).

Lastly, (and to end this on a positive note) I have learnt not to compare myself to other writers, whether they've been published or whether they're fanfic writers whose works I gobble up like coffee. Occasionally, the feeling still creeps in, but for the most part, I manage to ignore it. To continue to grow as a writer, I need to be able to appreciate without feeling like reading a gorgeous piece of writing makes me want to give up on my own writing. Instead, I allow other works to push me towards doing better.

#coffeedragon writes #my writing #writing stuff #about writing #writing is hard #but it's also joyful #blurbs #self reflection #im a writer #writer's life #being a writer #writers problems #writing

[enconfess]

hello! this is a submission blog dedicated to confessions, rambles, or headcanons about ensemble stars!! please read the rules carefully before submitting!

rules:

we accept most submissions! send a confession, a ramble or vent, headcanons, whatever you'd like! just please keep it enstars-related and make sure it follows the rules.

only submit through the askbox! anything sent in dms or submissions will be deleted.

anon asks are turned on, but i will accept and tag named anons! the list will be on this pinned post. all asks will be posted as received, so make sure to turn anon on!

check submission status in bio! anything sent while asks are closed will either be ignored until asks are re-opened or deleted entirely.

discourse is accepted, but please keep it to the replies. you can add onto other asks, but i won't accept submissions that are just back and forth arguing.

i will only reply to asks with a "." in the post itself, but i may add onto it in the tags. i will do my best to avoid causing any sort of conflict or drama, but i still enjoy giving my input!

anything that doesn't follow the rules listed below will be deleted immediately.

if you're unsure of something, just ask!

will accept: nsfw of third years/grads, headcanons, ships/ship-related submissions, opinions/discourse, shitposts/crack, fictionkin-related submissions, nsfw of second year/orerei (since he'd be third year age), dark/triggering topics (NOT nsfw) (will be tagged accordingly!)

will NOT accept: nsfw of second years or younger, anything promoting incest/age-gaps or romanticizing abuse, any kind of bigotry (racism, homophobia, transphobia, etc.), anything romanticizing sh or eds (genuine hcs are fine, just don't glorify it), dark/triggering nsfw (i.e. cnc, gore/blood, etc)

i know it looks like a lot, but i want to prevent any confusion, so please read carefully before submitting!

about the mods!

hi everyone, my name is eden! i'm 18, i use any pronouns, and i'm a somewhat new enstarrie (i've been in the fandom for a year now!) i'm currently the only mod, so please be patient! i'm a bit hesitant about new mods, but if you'd like to become a mod, just dm me! if i ever get a new mod, we'll start tagging accordingly.

navigation

#ec.sub all submissions received will fall under this tag!

#ec.speaks this tag is for any kind of side interactions i receive or announcements i make, whether it’s questions from asks or info about new blog updates.

all asks will be tagged accordingly (i.e. with character name and any warnings) but let me know if you need me to tag certain things specifically so you can blacklist it!

#ec.nsft any nsfw asks i receive are tagged here! feel free to blacklist this tag if you don't want to see nsfw on this blog.

#ec.[character's first name] any content of a character that i don't want on the main tag! this includes "hate" and nsfw content! examples of this tag would be "#ec.ibara" or "#ec.rei".

#ec.neg any content of a character that is negative (excluding genuine criticisms). please blacklist this tag if content like that makes you uncomfortable!

anons:

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#enstars #ensemble stars #ec.speaks #rules

[productwave]

Meta Quest 3: Hype or Reality?

Hey VR fans, the Meta Quest 3 has arrived, and the reviews are buzzing! But before you jump on the hype train, let's unpack what the experts are saying.

Power Up, Comfort In: Reviewers are unanimous about the Quest 3's impressive processing power and graphics, promising smoother gameplay, sharper visuals, and deeper immersion. Plus, say goodbye to VR headaches – the new headset boasts improved ergonomics and a lighter design for comfortable exploration.

Wireless Freedom Takes Flight: Ditch the wires and roam freely! The Quest 3's standalone design and long battery life are praised for their convenience and portability, letting you take your VR adventures anywhere.

Game On! Buckle up for an expanding library of games. Whether you crave action-packed thrills or chill social experiences, the Quest 3 has something for everyone.

Mixed Reality Murmurs: This is where things get interesting. While some reviewers find the mixed reality features exciting, others feel they're underdeveloped and more gimmick than game-changer. The final verdict? We'll have to see how developers use this tech to its full potential.

Price Point Ponderings: Be prepared for a bigger price tag compared to the Quest 2. This might leave budget-conscious buyers hesitant, so weigh your priorities carefully.

Metaverse Musings: The social features are there, but some reviewers find the "metaverse" integration clunky and not yet fully realized. Patience might be key here – the metaverse is still evolving.

So, is the Quest 3 worth the hype? It depends. If you're a VR enthusiast seeking the best possible experience, it's a strong contender. But if you're on a tight budget or unsure about mixed reality, waiting to see how the technology matures might be wise.

Remember, this is just a taste! Dive deeper into the linked reviews for detailed analyses and individual reviewer perspectives. And hey, if you want me to craft a specific Facebook post based on your preferences, just let me know!

#vr #Metaquest3 #vrreview #thefutureishere #diveintovr #WorthTheUpgrade #productwave

#technology #gaming #game changer #worth it #virtual reality #meta quest #future #productwave

[runningfrom2am]

the sea around us; pt.2 chapter eight

Snowy saw no choice but to run- wondering if Rafe will ever understand that the pogues mean everything to her. JJ gets it though. JJ will always get it.

(jj maybank x f!oc)

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

wc: 1.5k

my masterlist, series masterlist, requests

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

"JJ, he's not even gonna see us." I insist, trying to ease my friend's mind.

"But what if he does, then what?"

"We're running anyways, it doesn't matter." I try and convince him, but I can tell he's hardly listening.

"She's right, our only job is to run to the truck when we get the signal and drive off. He won't even know it was us." Sarah adds, trying to help me out.

"Yeah dude, relax." John B says, walking up to JJ and grabbing his shoulders, giving him a slight shake to get him to focus. "You're freaking out because he's Snowy's ex, right? Forget that part. It's just another plan. And even then, so what. She's a pogue. She's with us, he can't take her from us."

I look down at my feet, trying to give them a little space to talk, but I feel Sarah's eyes on me. I feel a tightness in my chest, and I don't even have the time to figure out what it's from. JJ thinking I'm gonna leave them when I never even did that when things were normal? From the impending fear of seeing Rafe again after abandoning him, bloody and choking on the ground? Or maybe that we never officially broke up and then I went and kissed JJ just days later. Or, of course, the gold. I have to focus on getting that gold back for John B.

The boys are still talking when the phone now laying in Sarah's palm buzzes and we all look over.

  'Just crossed the bridge.'

We all read the text over her shoulder, and John B nods. "Here we go."

"Yeah." Sarah says, a breathy whisper in her tone as she looks at him.

We peer down the road at T and Cleo's truck, parked and ready to intervene when Ward and Rafe get here with the gold.

"Okay, Snow, here's the plan," JJ says, grabbing my arm gently. "I'm gonna carry you, as soon as we get the signal we're going to run up to the truck and jump in the back. It's easy." He insists, back to his usual self.

I smile at him a little. "You don't have to carry me, I'll be fine." I shake my head, laughing slightly. "We're what, twenty feet from the road?"

"I've been training for this all week!" JJ whispers, nudging me with his shoulder. "But, if you insist, I'll be right behind you."

I lean against him and nod as we watch the road anxiously from the bushes, no one feeling confident breaking the silence. We all need to focus and be ready.

Within a few minutes, Cleo texts the phone.

'no escorts, they'll be here in 5 we're setting up now'

'u ready?'

We look between each other and nod as Sarah texts her back, letting her know we're ready. Or as ready as we'll ever be. I focus on taking deep breaths, trying not to let my mind wander much. I pull up my bandana from around my neck to cover my nose, attempting to hide my face. I put my hands on my knees and stare at the ground, starting to count the pieces of grass that fall over the top of my shoes. Anything to keep me from panicking.

I feel a hand on my back, rubbing it gently over my shirt. "You gonna be okay?" JJ whispers and I nod in response.

It feels like only a few seconds before the barrels and roadblock are fully set up, and we hear the wheels of a truck kicking up gravel as it speeds down the dirt road toward us. We can't see it yet, but I know it's them.

We watch as the truck pulls past us, slowing down as it approaches Cleo and Terrence. I try and get a good look inside, unsure of whether I was hoping Rafe was there or not. Sure enough, he is. His hair isn't styled the way it usually is but instead parted down the middle with loose strands framing his face. He's got a fading cut on his chin and bruises from when Pope almost killed him and I just watched. My heart is pounding in my chest and I can feel it echoing through every bone and nerve in my body. I want to run to him, but I know I can't.

"Roads closed! Nobody's comin' through." I hear Cleo shout, and I try to keep a good view of everything happening without making a sound.

"Hey, careful." JJ grabs me by my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I keep my eyes firmly trained on the truck, my breath hitching as I watch Terrence pull a gun on Ward as Cleo walks up to the other window, just out of my line of sight.

"Hey, Snow, he's fine." John B whispers to me, leaning close into my ear with a bandana covering his face as well.

"You okay, Sarah?" I whisper to her and she nods as well, turning to look me in the eyes. I can see in her eyes that she's scared for her dad and her brother, and I know she can see that I'm scared too.

With a knife to his throat, Rafe helps his dad in throwing the signs and the barrels out of the way. We're seconds from go-time now, so I train my eyes on the truck instead.

"You guys are idiots." I hear Rafe say, and I force myself not to look. I haven't heard his voice in what feels like forever. "Our escorts are right behind us."

"Okay, it's time to go." John B says, looking back at Sarah and I glance around at my friends one more time.

"Go, go!" Terrence says to us, gun still pointed firmly at Ward's head as he waves for us to make our run for the truck. "Hurry!"

John B leads, stepping out of the grass out of view from where Rafe and Ward are laying on the ground, Sarah following close behind. Then me. My turn. I have to go, but my feet aren't moving.

I'm frozen solid in place until I feel two strong arms lift me up, one under my knees and one on my back and suddenly we're moving quickly towards the truck parked in front of us. "Don't look," JJ says, and I'm torn away from where I was staring at Rafe kneeling on the ground, knife still pressed against his neck. He doesn't even know I'm here, and I know that's for the best.

"Sarah?" I hear between the sounds of JJ's feet hitting the road below me.

"Sarah! You're alive!" Ward yells, making me gasp and look back over JJ's shoulder.

"Don't look," JJ says again, just as we reach the truck, stopping behind Sarah and John B.

"Baby, you're alive!" I hear Ward's voice again as JJ puts me down to open the door, and I can't resist turning to watch.

"Hey, stay down!" Terrence yells as Ward stands up, clearly unafraid of the weapon in front of him.

"Stay back!" John B says, pointing his gun up at Ward as well, but he still doesn't seem to care, or even notice.

"Do not talk to her!" Cleo yells, and I watch as she steps away from Rafe. My eyes are locked on him as he turns his head as well, standing up now with no one watching him but me.

It feels like forever before his eyes pass over me, and I find myself pulling down my bandana as he does a double take and locks eyes with me. We just stare at each other, and I can hardly tell from far away that he looks relieved, almost, until the world around us catches up and we both notice at the same time that Ward is trying to rush us, and John B is still pointing the gun at him with his finger on the trigger.

"Stop!" He screams, and it's obvious to me that he doesn't want to shoot anyone.

"Hey!" Rafe yells, suddenly holding a gun that we didn't know they had on them, and pointing it in our direction.

"Get in the truck!" JJ is yelling in my ear, wrapping his arms around me and spinning me so I'm facing away from everything with him standing behind me, attempting to get me to the other side by going around the back.

"No! Rafe, don't!" I can finally speak again, and I know I'm yelling. The only thing I can clearly make out in the sound of everyone shouting is a gun firing just as JJ gets me behind the truck.

"Are you shot?" He's asking frantically, my ears ringing as I try to make it out, mostly having to read his lips as he's grabbing my shoulders and looking me up and down, trying to see if there's any blood.

"No, no I don't think so," I reply quickly. "Are you?"

"No, I'm good. Hurry, get in." He's pushing me again around the other side, being careful to stand between me and whatever commotion is happening up the road where Rafe was standing.

"Was it him? Was it Rafe?" I ask JJ as I sit in the back seat of the truck, instantly ducking down behind the passenger's seat as he climbs in next to me.

"No, no he's fine." He replies, leaning over the center console and banging on the window next to Sarah and John B.

"Get in!" He shouts at the couple as Ward gets knocked onto the ground.

"We gotta go!" I hear John B's muffled voice just before the door opens.

"Go! Hurry!" Terrence's voice is clear now as Sarah climbs in front of me and John B makes a break for the driver's side, quickly hopping in.

"Snowy!" I recognize Rafe's voice and I peek out the window. "Wait! Snowy, wait!" He doesn't have the gun anymore, but Cleo is pushing him back as he tries to get to the truck.

Then, as we start driving, his tone changes. "You're a coward, Sarah!" He yells angrily, and I watch out the window as we drive by him, and I'm closer than I've been to him since I left him laying on the ground of the garage back home. If I reached out the window I could touch him.

"Snowy, stop!" He yells at me, trying to reach for my door but Cleo is stopping him with the gun now pressed to his chest. I watch him as we speed off, looking out the back window and seeing Cleo and Terrence making their run for it as well since the escort truck is quickly approaching.

"John B!" I say, and he turns his head.

"Shit, they're coming. Shit." He says, glancing between the back window and the road ahead of us.

"We've got it! Holy shit guys!" JJ laughs, pulling me into a hug. My arms wrap around him and squeeze him tight. The adrenaline rushing through me is the only thing keeping me from crying and I know that.

"Don't get too excited, guys," Sarah says, turning to glance out the back window as well. I let JJ go and look up at her, and she looks pale. There's a panic behind her eyes that seems almost more frantic than ours.

"Sarah?" I say, and she just turns around. I'm unsure if she even heard me.

"Shit, shit... Come on..." John B is mumbling, his foot pressing the gas pedal to the floor as the truck struggles to gain speed and I sit forward, moving into the middle.

"Sarah," I say again, reaching for her shoulder but I'm interrupted.

"Come on, it's too heavy, Sarah, the gold's weighing us down." John B says.

"Is there any way to make this thing go faster?" Sarah asks.

"I'm going as fast as this hunk of shit can go!"

"What do we do?"

"I don't know- Hold on!"

Suddenly I'm falling over JJ's lap as we take a sharp turn, the whole passenger side of the truck lifting off the ground from the weight.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" I scream, and JJ laughs. He's just having the time of his life, but I won't say anything because it is likely he's just as scared.

We quickly pull off the road and into the tall grass, out of sight from the main road. Sarah and John B both sigh as Sarah lifts her hands above her head.

John B stops the truck and we all freeze for a moment."Now can we celebrate?" JJ asks, leaning forward and smacking his friend on the shoulder.

"Yeah, man... We did it!" He grins, turning and grabbing JJ's hand. "Sarah, we got the gold! Oh my god!"

"Sarah, hey, are you okay?" I finally get to ask, squeezing in between her seat and John B's while he's talking to JJ.

I place my hand on her arm and she looks down slowly, and my eyes follow. Shit. Blood is spilling out through a hole in the front of her shorts, almost dripping down onto her leg. We look up at each other as I instinctively grab her hand.

"Guys," I say, trying to turn and look at the boys next to us but they aren't listening, shouting about how we're going full kook. "Guys!" I say again, loudly this time and they both stop, looking over at me.

"I'm shot," Sarah says, shock fully evident in her voice as John B looks down at her bloody hand.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

A/N; Hey all!! I was so nervous to write this part ahhh but I think it turned out well! Finallllyyy some more RafexSnowy content I've been waiting on this one lol.

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