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kashacreates · 2 years

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Ask Day List Info and Thoughts

Concisely:

👾The Sunday List is now @kashasstupidboner and is no longer tied to a day.

As such, this requirement still remains: If I cannot tell you are an adult from the content of your blog OR you don't DM me to let me know you are an adult, I'll soft-block follows on that blog.

👾There is only one maintained "Ask Days List" and it is the original post.

The tags added to posts are purely for the function of tagging those on the Ask Days List. Sunday was the only exception, and that one is getting shifted to its own blog.

👾Ask list responses are being queued onto @kashasprompts.

👾 Also: new mainblog @kashas-stuff

@pendles-is-friendles is an old RP blog and won't be deleted; but it's kind of an archive of a time that's long since passed. There's lots of emotions attached to that blog; all positive but bittersweet. It seems a good time to lay it to rest.

Rambly and Over-Explainly:

To be blunt: I'm dumb, have memory issues, and a lot of projects and stuff on my plate. I also lack a lot of social graces and I know my bluntness can turn people off; I very, very, very rarely initiate DMs and it's almost always for a quick check-in/whatnot when I think I've done something wrong or think something is amiss. I'll call myself lazy, but it's more I operate on a level of fatigue that is more fugue than functional. This makes me very slow at most things I do. So I make a lot of systems to help me manage things and allow me to do what I can.

Like, during all of this, I'm trying to learn to code in Javascript, REACT, and C++ WHILE re-writing part 3 for the third time.

Why this is important: I feel like some might think I'm ignoring them, or ghosting them or what not. I'm not trying to. Really! This isn't a "drama because I don't like doing this"; it's more "oh shit, I don't want people to think I'm secretly awful and ignoring them!"

I'm just pumping the brakes a bit so I can get through everything without getting overwhelmed. It also gives me the chance to do content that's not just ask day stuff. I have an anthology to write and like getting asks too (which, I absolutely love you folks that send me asks back.) Also, lore posts.

And I'm pumping the brakes by doing the queue and not linking the ask day list directly in the prompts. Obviously, I'm still adding people that interact with that post -- I'm just making people work for it a little. It is in my introduction.

In conclusion: I feel that encouraging interaction with people helps any online community you're in! This is why I do these things and I LOVE how big the "Ask Days List" has become. Seriously! I like contributing! But, I'm human and slow, so I'm using systems to help me make sure I can keep contributing and not burn out. I also want people to see my work and posts and don't want to flood the dash. So, as a win-win, I'm using the queue and another blog to do the replies.

As for Sundays:

That one ask I got from the minor wanting advice low-key freaked me out.

Also, not everyone wants that kind of content on their dash. So relegating it to a day and tagging everything should work, right?

Except, certain tags can make the posts disappear from searches. And words in the post too! Ok, use slightly-modified citrus scale and heavy euphemisms. Oh, well now I have to do posts about the citrus scale and hope people see it.

Oh, any everyone that follows can see, interact, etc. with it and while I do block obvious minors that follow, I don't want to soft-block or block everyone that I'm unsure about. That's just rude.

And I forget who I'm unsure about. See the: "I'm dumb, lazy, and have memory issues." This is why I might interact with someone I'm unsure about with spicy content... then have an "oh shit" moment when it's something that makes me look at their blog again. I'm deeply sorry for being wishy-washy that way because I know it's an asshole thing to do-- it's why it's important for me to quarantine that content to its own blog. I can better moderate there than I can here (I still can't guarantee perfection, but I can at least make a much better effort).

I also can't expect people to have their ages in their bios, which is why I do a bit of sleuthing on my own. I look for mentions of jobs, things that are unlikely to have been done by minors (like multiple published books), mentions of being married, etc. I look at the mainblog and the writeblr blog (if they're separated) and will click presented links to FAQs, INFO, introductions, etc.

But if I can't find anything like that or have to dig through pages and pages of reblogs, it remains "unsure."

To help me get over that you can just DM me and tell me you're an adult.

While Moonlit Path isn't erotica, there are scenes that might cross the line. (For instance, and it'll be content warned in that part, but there is a scene in Friends of when Vocatia and Torque met... which was in the breeding chambers. No erotica, but like, it's obvious what they're supposed to be doing.) And I'll admit that I dug deep into the mechanics of how reproduction works with a lot of the species -> It informs their social development and what's involved with finding partners, etc. There's also a lot of violence and gore because the universe is kind of at war.

This blog is still 18+; but it's more of a "rated R" 18+ than "rated XXX" 18+.

@kashasstupidboner is "rated XXX." (Still with citrus scale, but I can "do away" with the tags that render the search function entirely useless. And still no images or art (There's very little of it, but there is some). Those'll have to be relegated to my AD twitter that's mixed content.)

#notice #There is not a thought between my eyes most days #I was gonna save the spicy announcement for tomorrow;#I took a look at the interactions of that ask list and realized a few folks were in limbo because I can't tell if they're actually adults #and not just me ASSUMING they are.

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polarfarina · 9 months

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I don't have a problem with steven universe as a show. I probably would never have stopped watching if I could have watched it in a vacuum, separate from the internet community, but I didn't know it would be so bad going in.

I rewatch it sometimes. I never get very far though... because while watching I think, "this is fun! The episode where Greg breaks his leg is awkward but I can't remember what got me so uncomfortable about this show" and then I get to the episode where I caught up with everyone else. Wayyyy back in the day I had started it on a delay and so it just took me some time to catch up to where the air schedule was.

It was the keystone motel episode. The reality of the fandom at the time hits me every time I rewatch and it affects my perspective for the rest of the show... I can't help it. It just brings back bad memories.

If you don't know/remember or haven't seen, the keystone motel episode is one where a few of the characters had just had a falling out in the episode prior. They weren't speaking, and a couple of them went on a road trip to decompress, but they just bottled everything up until it exploded in a rush of anger and sadness. It was one of the most serious points of the show so far, because characters felt used, and they tried to unpack that in the episode.

But they didn't do it "perfectly", so everyone had an opinion about how it was a bad episode. Comparisons were made claiming characters had abused others when the show never said that happened. Somebody found a real life listing for a hotel by the same name as the one in the episode and people started tanking its ratings with fake one star reviews that pretended the plot of the episode really happened at this real, actual place of business. Everyone was calling this character or that character toxic, and you had to pick sides, you had to have an opinion on the fight in the show. Don't you know that making a mistake is unforgivable and abusive? Don't you know that character didn't apologize even though only one episode has aired since then and they weren't even in it? You had to be morally right about it or else people would flood your inbox with insults. It was pretty terrible.

Hate for one specific character stemmed from this one plot point and even though the mistake was apologized for, and the characters made up and became friends again (gradually I guess), people still hated her for the mistake. For like. Entire seasons afterwards. People acted like this character was an outright bigot that would never change. The stakes of the show would shift and the characters evolved mentally and physically, they grew together and became more tightly knit than before. Apologies were accepted. But that didn't matter cause that one episode happened three years ago!

And that mentality kind of just... followed the show forever. That one post that says the schedule fucked the show's style over is completely right, the months long breaks between episodes brewed discourse every time something aired. That discourse ruined the magic for me. I never finished the show because of it- Steven universe started covering more complex topics, but every time, it was wrong somehow. People were never satisfied. I kept seeing so many horrible things on my dashboard. So I stopped. I blocked the tag for a long time, unfollowed a lot of people. It stressed me out just seeing fanart on my dash... ugh. I feel bad but I still don't even follow blogs that even sometimes post about the show.

Maybe one day I'll be able to separate all that stupid junk from the actual material in the show. Hasn't happened yet, though. It's hard to separate shit in my brain. I need a brain sieve or something. Maybe I should find some good people to rewatch with so I can make new memories to override the old ones...

#ghostly posts #Steven universe #rant #long post #-> sorry I just wanted to talk about my very specific experience and felt #too bad to dump it on that one post that's going around rn #I wish I hadn't caught up ever at all and that I waited to watch it without that stupid outside influence

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dw-writes · 4 years

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Kinktober 2020 - Shower/Bath - Éomer x Fem!Reader

WHY did this give me so much trouble??? because I couldn’t remember Eomer’s personality, that’s fucking why. I hope i did him justice? And I hope that you guys appreciate this!! This is a little longer than some of the other kinktobers but thats okay eue*

PLEASE remember to block the tags KINKTOBER 2020, SMUT, and LEMON if you do NOT wish to see these kinds of posts on your dash!! Thank you!

The halls of Meduseld were cool for the winter months, bringing in a chill that you had yet to shake since the longer nights had set in. Even with your heavy robes, the cold night sunk into your bones. You slipped from your quiet room, wrapping your robe around you tight, and headed down the hall, towards the bath that sat near the back of the Great Hall. Your candle hardly cast a shadow, and the closer you got to your destination, the lighter the halls became. You slowed before the door, finding it cracked open, and a small cloud of steam rolling from around its wood. You shifted in front of the door to peer through the crack to find a very familiar man sinking into the water with a groan.

You shifted back as warmth flooded your cheeks. You had been close to Éomer for as long as you could remember – learned to ride horseback with him, learned to fight with swords and with spears with him, comforted him when his father was slain in battle and his mother died of grief, joined the Éored with him despite your mother’s many complaints – and during all of that time you had developed deep feelings for him, feelings that you as a lay woman and one of his riders had to put aside. And that was all when he was merely the third Marshal.

Now, he was king of Rohan.

You stepped back as you pulled your robe closer to you. You should return to your rooms, you thought. You had plenty of furs that had been gifted to you by Éowyn when you had been given the title of Lady of the Éored after the war. They would do you just as well as a warm bath on a cold night. As you shifted your weight, the board creaked beneath you. You froze.

“Who is there?” called Éomer. You licked your fingers and pinched your candle out, stepping back more to avoid being seen. You shouldn’t have lingered so long. The water shifted. “You had best show yourself, lest I come for you.”

You swore to yourself and stepped to the door, easing it open with one hand while setting your extinguished candle just inside the door. “I would hate for you to leave the comfort of a warm bath, my king,” you called, casting your eyes down at the floor. You could see him in your periphery, standing in the wooden bath, steam rolling off his damp skin. One knee sat on the edge of the bath, while his arm was extended towards his things, folded neatly on a nearby table. Gúthwinë sat atop them.

Éomer swore something violent and quick in Rohirric as he sank back into the water, sending it splashing over the sides and across the stone floor of the room. First, he whispered your name, soft, like a swear or a prayer that only he could hear; then, he cleared his throat and met your gaze. You finally looked up. It was hard to tell, but his face appeared flush in the candlelight. “My lady,” he greeted with a polite nod of his head.

You rolled your eyes as you stepped further into the room, closing the door behind you. The warmth was wonderful, the soft smell of bath oils cloying in the humid air. You curled your toes and eased open your thick robe. You didn’t miss Éomer’s eyes flick down your nightgown. “I’ve known you far too long for you to call me a lady, Éomer,” you joked.

He relaxed against the far wall of the bath, scoffing lightly as he reclined in the water. One knee broke the surface. He lifted his hand to his face and scratched lightly at his jaw. “It’s only proper,” he commented, “Given how hard you worked for your title.”

“A title is just a word, and this is hardly a proper situation,” you said.

He grinned. His other arm lifted from the water to rest on the edge of the bath, his fingers dragging over the surface. “I take it that you came here to warm up,” he said, dropping his hand from his face.

“I did.” You removed your robe and folded it once over your arm, crossing the room to lift Gúthwinë from Éomer’s clothes and set your robe beneath it. “Though, I was expecting to be alone.”

“Oh, are you saying that you would rather be without my company?” he teased. You reached into the water and flicked a spray at him. He laughed softly. “You are welcome to join me,” he said in a voice so low that it stirred between your legs and hardened your nipples beneath your dress. He noticed them, too. His eyes lingered before wandering back to your face.

You cleared your throat and tucked your loose hair back. “Now that is not proper, my king.”

He didn’t hesitate with his response, “If you insist on calling me your king, then I insist that you join me.” He arched a single eyebrow and cocked his head. “Or should I order you to, Lady of the Éored?”

“I’ve never known you to abuse your power,” you commented. You reached up to the collar of your dress, intent on removing the thin garment, but paused. His eyes watched you intently, trailed over the curves that your gown hung off. “Yes?” you asked.

“You’re taking far too long,” he said. “Perhaps I should help you.”

You let the gown fall to the floor and stepped towards the bath, perching carefully on the wide edge before turning and letting your feet sink into the water. “Perhaps you are overstepping your bounds, Éomer.” You swallowed the small moan that bubbled up your throat as you sank into the bath. It warmed you all the way from your toes to the ends of your hair.

Éomer’s hand wrapped around your ankle and tugged you to him, earning a surprised gasp as his hands grasped your thighs and pulled you into his lap. His cock was hard when you settled against him and his mouth was set in a smug grin. “Oh, I overstep my bounds?” he whispered. “Pray tell, what bounds are those? I am king of Rohan.”

“The bounds of propriety?” you offered as his hands cupped your ass. You braced against his shoulders as he rocked your hips against him, his cock sliding over your clit so lightly that you moaned. You threaded you fingers through his damp hair to cradle the back of his head, leaning your forehead against his as he repeated the motion again, and again, and again. “Though, what is propriety compared to our history?” you whispered.

“Nothing,” he groaned, so close to your mouth that you could feel his words. “I want you,” he whispered. A wet hand brushed over the curve of your cheek. His thumb hesitantly traced the curve of your bottom lip. Your tongue flicked out to meet it, pressed flat against the pad of thumb in a motion that made him tremble. “Not as Éomer King, or Marshall of the Mark,” he continued. His arm wrapped around your waist and he lifted you onto the ledge of the bath, tilting his head up watch you.

You slid your unoccupied hand between your bodies and lined his cock up with your entrance. His eyes flickered and he took in a slow, shuddering breath at the feeling of your soaked pussy. His nose brushed past yours, his thumb dropping from your mouth to hold your head still, lest you dared to pull away. Then, he froze, hovered there, watching you. He swallowed as he dared to slide a hand over the back of your thigh and lift your leg around his hips, whimpering your name like it was the only thing he knew.

You smiled, and whispered, “Then take me, Éomer.” You tilted your head and grazed your lips over his. “Make me yours.”

He entered you slowly, stretching you as he buried himself deep, watching as your eyes fluttered closed and feeling your moan against his mouth. His lips ghosted over yours while his own eyes slid shut and you pulled him into you, capturing his mouth with your own. His thrusts were slow and steady, always hitting deep, always skimming the most sensitive spots against your walls that you could not stimulate enough on your own. You whined as he tilted your hips up, gasping his name and gripping his arms as he pulled your legs higher around his waist. You locked your ankles behind his back, urging him faster with a moaned command.

Éomer’s lips skimmed your neck and his hips snapped against yours, sloshing water up around his hips with the new frantic pace. You felt his knuckle graze over your chest and throat, then dip between you, and his damp thumb rolled your clit in tight circles.

You threw your head back with a gasp, bucking your hips up to meet his, feeling the hot coil tightening somewhere in your gut. You covered your mouth to muffle your wails. Éomer grabbed your wrist and pinned it to the wall behind your head, breathless grunts puffing against your ear as he said, “Let me hear you.”

“Éomer!” you panted with reckless abandon, your voice pitching higher and louder until his thumb stuttered over your clit. Your walls clamped around him tighter than they ever had around your fingers and you dug the nails of your free hand into his shoulder as the coil broke and stars burst behind your eyes. Your King, your Marshall, your Éomer wasn’t far behind, swearing and gripping your hip as his hot cum poured into you. His head dropped to your shoulder and his arms wrapped tight around your back, holding you close as your walls squeezed and milked his cock for everything he had. Sweat trickled down your temple, something he noticed when he trailed sloppy kisses over your jaw.

“Are you warm enough now, my lady?” he teased.

You laughed breathlessly. “Far too warm, now,” you murmured. You reached up and pushed his hair back behind his ears as he met your gaze. “I love you, Éomer King,” you whispered into the tiny space between your mouth and his.

“And I love you, Lady of the Éored,” he replied, “Something I should have said ages ago.” His nose brushed yours as he smiled. He leaned into you for a slow and gentle kiss and moved back into the lukewarm water with you in his lap.

#lotr #lord of the rings #eomer #eomer x reader #kinktober 2020 #smut #lemon

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rentsturner · 4 years

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Sweet Dreams | Obi Wan Kenobi

Request: A lil’ request since I imagined my 4’11 self with Obi-Wan who can easily carry me to my quarters after a long day while training with him, and he just lays me down onto my bed, kisses my forehead or cheeks while he strokes my hair, saying “sleep now, little one, I love you” 🥺🥺🥺 // @chogisss

warnings: nothing really, just some tooth rotting fluff and a dash of pining can you tell I’m touchstarved and lonely , a tiny bit of angst

word count: 1.7k

a/n: I wanted to get this request done and I did really enjoy writing it, but be warned it was fueled by my insomnia hence the constant references to being tired 😂 I apologise for any mistakes and I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think..

‘Concentrate!’

Obi-Wan’s voice cut through your breathless haze, the sharpness of his tone jarring you into reality. Your eyes widened as you sensed the fist flying towards your face, steady, calculated; a classic manoeuvre from one Obi-Wan Kenobi.

You managed to duck just in time and roll across the training room floor, away from the attack.

‘You're not concentrating! This is why you need more hand to hand practice, my love.’

Obi smirked teasingly as he stalked towards you. He was relaxed, languid almost, but you knew that behind his nonchalant demeanour Obi was coiled like a spring, always ready, always thinking of his next move. He was an experienced warrior and it showed. Your late night training sessions with him had improved your skills massively, despite only having had them for a week so far.

Obi was a harsh training partner, wanting to get the best out of you with every practice. You appreciated his efforts, you really did. But it was hard work, and the late nights were beginning to get to you.

You clashed again. Jab, duck, kick, jab, parry, roll, the cycle repeated over and over again, the exchange of blows like a conversation between your bodies. You knew each other well, inside and outside of the training room, every curve and plane of your body ingrained in Obi’s brain, just as the give and feel of Obi’s skin and muscle was imprinted in yours. You could predict the familiar pattern of your partner’s attack, able to read each other’s actions like a storybook, blocking’s punches before they were even thrown.

You held up Obi’s attack well, neither of you able to gain the upper hand. A strong hit sent you reeling suddenly, and you both pulled back to catch your breath, panting and sweating.

Obi circled you, prowling, cat-like, but still ready like a coiled spring. His tousled hair had fallen into his eyes and he pushed it back quickly with a steady hand, the action second nature to him. How he looked this good after hours of training you would never know, auburn hair darkened with sweat, a glint of something dangerous in his eyes, yet that easy grin was always there, showing a questionable amount of teeth. But he looked good. The man was a god, that was the only explanation.

No, you thought, no distractions.

‘Give up, Obi, you’ve had enough, I can tell.’

His chuckled lowly, his eyes shining, completely comfortable in the heat of a battle, even if it was just training.

‘Oh, darling, I could do this all day,’

That dreaded smirk crept across his face again. ‘You really have no idea.’

His eyes flashed with mischief a split second before he lunged forward. Your sense through the force had let you down and, for once, you didn’t have time to react before Obi crashed into you, hands gripping your waist and his weight pushed you to the floor. Oh no.

Now his thighs were straddled over your hips, pinning you down securely. Bastard. He’s beaten you again.

The bastard in question looked down at you, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face as the realisation of his victory sunk in. Delight sparkles in his bright eyes and you smile before you could help yourself. The happiness radiating off him was just infectious.

‘What’s it like down there, little one?’

The smile was immediately wiped off your face as you worked to look annoyed, huffing loudly.

‘Shut up, Obi.’

‘I bet you love it.’ You could feel his hot breath tickling your neck as he leaned closer.

Well you were enjoying it actually, the position was warm, comfortable and it was unsurprisingly pleasant to have Obi’s muscled frame hanging over you, his chest almost brushing yours as he took in deep breaths. But he didn’t need to know that.

You reached and pushed his chest back so he was once again perched upright over you. He frowned slightly, searching your face for any signs of playfulness, but there was nothing there.

‘You’re tired.’ he hummed, pushing the strands of auburn hair back from his forehead again.

‘I’m really tired.’ you confirmed with another sigh.

The pale skin around Obi’s eyes crinkled as he smiled fondly down at you. All traces of competitiveness had disappeared now that the session was over, replaced by a warm feeling of content that filled your chest and bubbled in your throat as you hazily took in the man above you. Your eyes locked with Obi’s and you could feel the same emotions running through his body too, the sensation pulsing steadily across your force connection.

The temptation to kiss him there and then flashed through your mind, but as you leaned up to get closer, the muscles in your back screamed in agony, hours of use and wear catching up with you now.

Obi noticed the grimace of pain appear on your face and he frowned again, smoothing your hair back from your face in a comforting manner.

‘I’m sorry, darling,’ he chuckled softly, ‘I think I may have worked you too hard.’ There was still a subtle teasing lilt to his voice, but you chose to ignore it, the fatigue and pain dimming your awareness slightly.

‘No, no, I think it’s just my back, let me see,’ you countered, not willing to admit too much weakness. After such a simple defeat, that would just be adding insult to injury.

You stood shakily, reaching for your water, but your legs were like jelly, muscles protesting at the movement and you stumbled as the pain shot through you. But Obi’s hand was already steady on the small of your back, the other skimming your shoulder, supporting you so you wouldn’t fall.

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t just your back. Tiredness was creeping up on you, eyelids beginning to droop and a yawn forcing its way out your mouth. The effects of a whole week of intense late night training were finally taking their toll on you.

Obi whispered in your ear again, but this time the tone was caring, not teasing.

‘Here, my love. Let me help you.’

He gently scooped you up in his arms. The fatigue had come over you like a tidal wave and you were too exhausted to argue, instead wrapping your arms around his neck and allowing yourself to melt into his warm tunic.

He grabbed your cloaks from the corner and headed towards the door.

‘I really am sorry if I’ve worked you too hard the past few days, love.’

‘S’okay, Obi, don’t worry ‘bout it.’ you mumbled faintly into his chest.

He was so soft and warm and Maker he smelt amazing: an intoxicating mixture of cinnamon and pine.

‘Hey, don’t go falling asleep yet, I’ve got to get you to bed first.’ Obi whispered.

There was no reply from you, only a quiet sigh and Obi rolled his eyes fondly. He moved down the corridors as quickly as he could. The temple was fairly quiet at this time of the night but there was still that lingering worry in the back of Obi’s head, the fear of being caught. He was almost sure that the sight of you half asleep and clinging to his torso would be seen as attachment.

Which of course it was. How could his love for you not be. This burning hot love, so tender yet so strong, this love that consumed him like a wildfire and flooded his mind like a tsunami, how could this not be attachment?

In fact it was more than that, more than just a connection, physical or emotional. It was like you were part of each other, two sides of the same whole, predicting each other’s thoughts, ideas. Obi had noticed it more than ever during the training sessions, how you would know were his leg or arm was heading before he even moved. It was something powerful. You two were a force to be reckoned with. If only you could concentrate, Obi mused silently.

He reached your quarters and nudged the door open, pushing his elbow firmly against the light switch in an attempt to chase away the darkness without jostling you. Obi crouched by your bed and lowered you gently onto the soft sheets.

‘Let go, sweetheart.’ he murmured, as your arms were still clinging to his neck. When no response came his way, Obi delicately pried your hands away, placing a soft kiss on each of your knuckles before laying your arms down.

He leant back, causing a small whimper to escape your mouth, a reaction to the loss of contact. Obi hushed you gently, pulled the sheets around your shoulders and tucking them in securely.

His lips glided over your forehead, pressing a chaste kiss there, before moving down to your cheeks, placing a gentle kiss on each one, his eyelashes brushing your skin as he leant down. A peck on your nose, each touch a silent ‘I love you’ and then finally his lips on yours, tender, gentle, comforting.

You hummed softly, drifting in and out of consciousness as your mind dipped beneath the waves of sleep.

A hand stroked your hair carefully, drifting down over your shoulder, brushing featherlight over your forearm.

‘Sleep well, little one.’

Obi backed slowly away from your bedside, quietly flicking off the light. He looked back at your sleeping form. Should he stay? Should he curl up with you until the morning and kiss all of your aches away? He wanted to, with every fibre of his being.

But he couldn’t risk it, as much as he wanted to. You looked peaceful and he wanted to keep you that way.

‘Sweet dreams.’

He turned away and the door clicked shut.

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#obi wan kenobi #obi wan oneshot #obi wan imagine #obi wan x reader #my writing #star wars #ewan mcgregor #userkarina

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heonymilktea · 4 years

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rendezvous

paring: johnny seo x reader

w.c: 1.4k

genre/warnings: fluff, johnny being your boyfriend, johnny being a dork (but it’s okay cause you love him), members not knowing you’re dating, running down five blocks to avoid bumping them,

A smile played at your lips while you sent him a message that you would get to your meeting place soon, excited that you’d finally get to see your loved one after not seeing him for so long. Pulling down your cap and triple checking that you had everything before you left (there had been too many times that you forgot your glasses home and had left you looking at the world like you were suspicious of everything), you slipped on your white sneakers and left your apartment.

Johnny couldn’t help but let a smile tug at his own lips when he saw your name pop up in his notifications, before eyeing the few members that also scattered the living room. There had to be he could get away from the dorm without anyone following him right? Well, most of the members already were probably tired of all the back to back promotions they had done during the week, though there was a certain member that he knew would tag along if the excuse seemed somewhat interesting (he loved him like a younger brother, but as a younger brother Johnny didn’t want to bring him along to the date that was supposed to be just you and him).

Fortunately, Johnny had managed to slip away without so much as a be careful from Taeyong, watching as the taller male slipped on a cap and took his vlogging camera with him. Hearing the door shut softly behind him, he began making his way to your meeting place with anticipation running through his veins.

It really wasn’t like either of you were trying to hide your relationship from people, well at first, now it had become a game of which of you would slip up and reveal it or when members on their own ever found out. So far, you had been dating for nearly a year and the only time that you had been almost caught was when you had walked Johnny back to his dorm before going back to your own apartment.

It had been his fault really, he kept placing kisses on your lips instead of walking inside, when the jiggle of the lock twisting was heard and you kissed him a last time before running down the hall and disappearing around the corner— you had later been told that it was Mark who had stepped out to take the trash out that had almost discovered you two and Mark was one who couldn’t really keep secrets or at least that had been what Johnny told you.

You rolled your eyes as you saw the tall figure of your boyfriend try to sneakily walk into the record shop, before returning to the record that had caught your eye. Two long arms wrapped around your torso as a chin rested against your shoulder, Johnny’s favorite way of engulfing you into a hug.

“I missed you,” Johnny hummed as you turned in his arms to hug him properly, warmth and his cologne flooding your senses.

“I missed you too,” you mumbled back, hugging him had only proved to you that you had missed him much more than you thought you had.

Nowadays, it had been rare to even facetime him, dates only becoming even rarer than before, you didn't blame him though, you knew what you had been getting into when you decided to agree to go on a date with him and you knew how packed his schedules could be— it only made the times you did get to see him even more special even if they were only him coming over to your apartment to binge watch some Disney and Tom Hanks movies and cuddle up on the couch.

After browsing the record store for another half hour, you took the ones you had eyed earlier and bought them before heading out hand in hand with Johnny while you talked about how your lives had been since you last saw each other, Johnny retelling all the stupid pranks some members had pulled on each other while adding his own reenactments, giggling along with the stupid voices and faces that he pulled as he tried to portray the other members.

Johnny never mentioned it, but your laugh was one of his favorite things about you, seeing your smile widen as your eyes creased was something he found adorable, it added on to the fact that you were one of the few people that genuinely laughed at his jokes. He had made a promise that he would try his best to make you laugh at least once every time you saw each other, and so far he had been the reigning champion.

Hours after your late morning record store encounter, both of you were still wandering around the city, not wanting to split ways just yet. There had been so much to catch up on after all— stories, hugs, cuddles and kisses. One thing you had definitely missed about Johnny was sharing kisses with him, somehow his kisses always made you feel all warm inside while melting away any worries you might've had prior to seeing him.

"Looks like we might have to turn around," Johnny hummed nonchalantly, the pace at which you had been walking slowing down drastically, “

“Hmm, do you see someone?” You turned around to look at him, making it a little less obvious that you two were about to make a mad dash to hide.

“Taeyong, Yuta and Mark,” he nodded, then slowly turned around as he slouched his shoulders and hunched his back a bit, the only downside of being tall had been that he was easy to spot.

“Let’s go, I think I saw somewhere we could hide where they won’t come inside,” you huddled close to him as you both walked back around the corner before booking it completely, directing Johnny to the trinket store you had seen earlier. Laughs had escaped both of yours’ lips, feeling like you two had been running away from enemies like spies undercover.

“Do you think they saw us?” You had asked out of breath once you reached the storefront, you had just ran down about five blocks without really being prepared for it.

“Mmm I don’t think so, they were talking to each other. I didn’t see them look our way,” Johnny huffed slightly, trying to mask that he was also out of breath.

“Let’s just wait here for a bit, if we see them again, we can book it to my apartment,” you hummed as a book on a shelf caught your eye, the worn leather cover engraved with gold letters almost calling your name.

Johnny nodded before going on to explore the different things the store had to offer. It wasn’t like the store had been a specialty store, you never really crossed paths with something twice, as if the one of a kind items had been the store’s specialty. Different goods from different countries were all on different shelves throughout the store, the thing that had caught Johnny’s eyes was a small wooden jewelry box that was painted a light blue, small flowers adorning the box, while the inside held two matching silver bands one engraved with the moon while its opposite was engraved with the sun.

Seeing that you had been towards the back of the store, he quietly made the purchase up front before pocketing the small box and wandering back to you, humming along with the song that was playing through the shop. You both loitered around the shop for a few minutes more before deeming the coast to be clear, you were left oblivious of what Johnny had done while you had been looking at all the small ceramic figurines in the glass case at the back of the shop.

After your near encounter and the almost end to your little game, neither of you saw any of your friends for the rest of the day— which had been a relief really, you could already imagine all the questions they would bombard both of you with once even just one of them found out, the headache and teasing that would come afterwards.

You felt yourself shiver at the mention of it, at least you didn’t have to deal with any of them just yet, you were allowed to live in a bubble with your boyfriend at least a little longer.

#nct imagines #johnny seo imagines #nct johnny #nct johnny seo #nct johnny scenarios #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct 127 #johnny seo #johnny seo x reader #johnny seo fluff #nct drabbles #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #kpop scenarios #jae writes

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themangledsans0508 · 3 years

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Entering the Dungeon because Bonnie said so

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Summary: Marceline came to Bonnie's aide when she called for Finn and Jake. She didn't expect to be going down a hundred floors while dealing with a shady princess.

Basically, I played Enter the Dungeon over the past two weeks and I have been writing this since the second night of playtime. Trying to write things before I forget them and it is following the canon of the game with some creative liabilities taken.

Words: 3616, Oneshot

Warnings: General Depictions of Violence

Characters: Bonnibel Bubblegum, Marceline Abadeer, Flame Princess

Ships: bubbline

Additional Tags: quests, dungeons, childhood trauma, swearing, adventure, conflict, kind of resolved kind of not, I feel like marcy and phoebe would have a neat dynamic, I've never seen them interact so, some of these scenes were legit my reaction, see: screaming

"Well, it looks like Ice King will be hanging around the Candy Kingdom now," Bonnie sighed. Marceline glanced at the dark entrance to the dungeon and shrugged.

"It's better than down there. At least up here, he can't get hurt," she decided. Bonnie looked at the hole as well and then back to Marceline.

"Marcy, I think you should let the boys handle this one," she stated seriously. Marceline shifted the umbrella in her grip and unfolded her legs to touch the ground.

"Why? I'll be fine."

"Well, asides from the fact that you have been returning up here frequently covered in wounds and the fact that Death is seemingly hunting you down, those aren't just any ancient ruins down there."

"How bad can it be?"

"Mushroom war. If my associations are correct from the information you've given me, then the same city you used to live in” Marceline stiffened. "Finn and Jake can deal with this, you just take a breather, okay?"

"No," Marceline shook her head. "I can take care of it. Just some old relics, nothing a woman like me can't face." Bonnie eyed her warily.

"If you're sure," she said slowly. "Please be careful."

"Send me down, Bonnibel."

"What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck!" Marceline shrieked.

"Marcy are you okay?" Bonnie's crackly voice asked, her projection appearing from the holo-pendant. Marceline leaned against the stone wall, her breathing heavy staring at her punctured legs that were bleeding.

"Just fine," she said sarcastically. "Almost got staked by some rusty metal pipes. Bonnie, this is post-war technology. What did you do?"

"I have important research down there, I had to defend it at least a little bit."

"The thousands of lost souls weren't enough?"

“It’s to protect it from them,” Bonnie snapped. “If these criminals got their hands on it, the Candy Kingdom would be in danger.”

“Oh, yeah, if the political prisoners found evidence you were a corrupt leader then you’d be overthrown.”

“It’s a real threat!” Marceline rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. I wished my healing worked down here.”

“Bodily magic doesn’t work because some of those creatures down there have natural magical prowess.”

“Too bad that there are tons of magic weapons down here.” The spikes retreated and Marceline pushed herself up, floating slowly around with her axe prone and ready. “What about the plants?”

“They’ve mutated to become immune to the limitation,” Bonnie explained.

“Speaking of plants, there’s one now.”

Marceline felt the wind leave her body as she was knocked against the wall, the deer’s antlers puncturing her legs and it licked her.

“Gross! Back off!” She kicked the deer’s underbelly and pushed it off her, slamming her axe down on the deer’s neck. She shakily stood up and was grabbed, a muzzle rubbing against her neck. She hissed as she felt new instincts override her other ones. She pushed herself up and slid under the wolf, standing up to hit it with the neck of her bass causing it to recoil. She slashed across its chest and took a deep breath, stumbling towards the stairwell.

She watched as a green portal opened and Death stepped out, a brown satchel on his waist and he tipped his cap towards her.

“I see you,” he said and Marceline braced herself, taking in the area and how much space she had. She dashed to the left and hugged the wall, growling when she felt skeletal fingers wrap around her forearm. She was jerked backwards and she felt Death’s skull touch her cheek. She could practically feel the energy drained from her as she struggled before she finally got her arm out of his grasp.

She dived for the stairs and fell down them, at the bottom turning back to look. Death stood at the top and made finger guns towards her.

“Kiss of Death, baby.”

“Fuck you,” Marceline hissed.

“Bonnibel, how did you get lava down there,” Marceline asked as she watched the wounds heal. Bonnie handed her a vial of a purple liquid that she drank, whatever cursed her fading away.

“Various tunnels and educated usage of pressure and-”

“It was more rhetorical. But I did get burned. And stabbed. And shot. And kissed without my consent.”

“What? Who kissed you?” Bonnie exclaimed.

“Death. He was blocking the stairs so I tried to duke him but he caught me. I did manage to get down the stairs though.” Marceline tapped her cheek in the spot that Bonnie assumed she was kissed. “Good thing I’m already dead.”

“Death shouldn’t be hanging around in the dungeon,” Bonnie muttered. “It’s interfering with the mortal realm and not allowing the natural flow to keep order.”

“Well, you’re throwing people in a dungeon and barring magic. That messes with the natural flow,” Marceline pointed out.

“Shut up,” Bonnie snapped. “Have you found any signs of the hoomans?”

“None. I’m going to head back down though, I’ll find them.” Bonnie grabbed her wrist and locked eyes with her.

“Marceline, you’re getting close to a bad place. A place that you were nine-hundred ninety-nine years ago. I really think you should stay up here this time."

"Bonnibel, it will be fine. Send me down."

Marceline stared at the ruined food truck, a flood of emotions overwhelming her. She listened to the sea of growling and heard a soft humming mixed in. She picked up a rock and threw it at the truck, the old voice box still working. The red siren turned on, illuminating the maze in red light. Her breathing became unsteady and rapid when the oozers began to glow, and she spotted a hooman among them. The hooman saw her as well and started happily skipping towards her.

She took out her axe and started swinging at the oozers, their green insides spilling out onto the ground. When the hooman was close enough, she grabbed her wrist and bolted, bringing her to the fence and kicking open the gate. She looked over at Susan’s grateful face and to the entrance of the maze and sighed.

“I’m booked for this, aren’t I?”

“Marceline! Marceline are you okay?” Bonnie grabbed her arm and started looking over her body, circling her and checking over the exposed skin and where the clothes were ripped.

“Bonnie, I’m fine. I can’t believe they’re still down there.” Bonnie stopped and stepped back.

“I couldn’t get rid of them. If that green goop even touches you that’s it. I just thought if I buried them then that would be the end of it. How the hoomans even got down there I don’t know.”

“Probably something to do with that buff cat chick,” Marceline jabbed her thumb towards Susan.

“Maybe. I’ll ask her later. But Marcy, that one got really dicey. Everyone made it out safely, but you almost didn’t. That swarm could have easily overwhelmed you. Can you please let Finn and Jake take care of this? I really don’t want you to get hurt.”

“And I don’t want them to get hurt,” Marceline mumbled. “I’m the best choice for this. I can teleport back to the surface, I know how to fight, I’ve been in all these places before. Plus I can literally eat the red bullets.”

“If you insist,” Bonnie sighed. She pulled her necklace and started fiddling with it. “What floor?”

“Marce, that one was close. This is the seventh time,” Bonnie scolded. Marceline shrugged and leaned on her.

“I’m exhausted,” she complained. “Magic Man hit me with some bullshit.”

“A strength-sapping spell,” Bonnie murmured. She pulled a herb out of her bag and placed it on top of Marceline’s head. “Stand still,” she instructed and counted under her breath before removing it. “You need to rest for at least three hours.”

“No,” she slurred, backing up and swaying on her feet. “I can keep going. I just…” She started falling forward and Bonnie caught her, sighing.

“Will you just go take a nap or something?” she asked. Marceline groaned.

“Don’t let anyone else go in there. I can deal with this myself,” she ordered and Bonnie pushed her back, keeping one hand on Marceline’s shoulder and crossing over her chest.

“Cross my heart,” Bonnie smiled. Marceline raised her umbrella in the air.

“I am going to the corner,” she announced and wandered off towards Choose Goose.

“Marceline, things are looking really dangerous. You keep having to retreat back up here,” Bonnie said softly. Marceline shrugged.

“Whatever, I’m still making it out,” she stated. Bonnie crossed her arms.

“You almost aren’t,” Bonnie scolded. “Do you want some help?”

“Bonnibel Bubblegum fighting in a dungeon? I don’t know.” Bonnie rolled her eyes.

“No, a token per se. Something that’ll protect you.” Marceline shook her head aggressively.

“No. I don’t need any help. None! Send me down!”

“If you say so,” Bonnie sighed.

“Will you accept my offer now?” Bonnie asked, placing her hands on her hips. Marceline put a hand on her forehead and clenched her jaw.

“Fine. Yes. What do you have.”

“Pep-but! Grab the sweater!” Bonnie called. Peppermint Butler came running with a knitted pink sweater folded in his arms. “Thanks, Peps. Marcy, arms up.” She took the sweater from his arms and held it. Marceline used her free hand to motion towards herself.

“Umbrella.”

“You have telekinesis.”

“Oh, yeah.” She let the umbrella float above her slightly higher and she raised her arms. Bonnie slid it carefully over her head and adjusted her collar. Marceline scratched at it.

“This is tight, Bons,” Marceline complained. Bonnie smiled shyly.

“It’s made of the strongest magic out there,” she said quietly. Marceline quirked an eyebrow.

“O-kay. I thought you thought magic was a sham.” She tugged at the hem of it and frowned, her eyes narrowing at Bonnie. “Why can’t I take it off?”

“Well, you see, I had a feeling you might try to take it off, and for your own safety, I may have had it engineered so that you couldn’t take it off until you were in a sound state. Since you’re going back in, it recognizes that you are going to be in harm’s way.”

“I should have known there’d be a catch,” Marceline grumbled.

“It’s in your best interest,” Bonnie stated.

“That doesn’t make it right. Look, I’m just going back down. I’m getting to the bottom of this.”

Marceline carefully pulled the pink sweater over her head and slid it over the umbrella handle.

“I’m not putting that back on,” she growled and sighed. “Everything is covered in your gum down there, you’ve been having fun without me? And since when did you have a giant pink cat thing and a huge gryphon eagle thing?”

“Goliad and Stormo? I’m glad they’re still balancing each other out.”

“I’m not getting an explanation? I should’ve expected that.”

“Also, I’m sorry but your corner is occupied now. I thought you could all use a break from the dungeon and while you may not enjoy the opportunity, the Nightosphere offered a challenge for anyone who felt so inclined. Maybe while everyone does that you can rest?”

“Why are you pushing me to slow down? I’m in my groove right now. You’re not my mom,” Marceline snapped.

“I’m not trying to be your mom! I care about you and I’m worried you’re pushing yourself too hard!”

“Well geez, it’s nice of you to care after all this time! I know my limits! I’ll show you! I’m going to the Nightosphere!”

“Marceline!”

“Don’t come after me,” she snapped and stalked off. Bonnie hugged herself and grimaced.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Are you going to calm down now?” Bonnie asked. Marceline kicked the dirt angrily.

“No. But I think I give up for now. That whole jam is ridiculous. There’s so much going on at once. I think the normal chaos is what I prefer right now. You know, I think it’d be cool if you came down too.” Bonnie shifted uncomfortably.

“Someone needs to stand guard here.” Marceline motioned towards the banana guards to either side.

“Found two,” she pointed out.

“It has to be me,” Bonnie insisted. She leaned over and whispered so only Marceline could hear. “You know how incompetent these guys can be.”

“Whatever you say P-Bubs.”

“So, how’d Flame Princess get locked down there, in the lab that belongs to you trapped in a machine you made.” Bonnie shrugged.

“No idea.”

“You can’t keep trying to ruin Finn’s relationship, girl. It’s an unhealthy obsession.”

“It’s not an obsession, it’s a coincidence! It’s a coincidence that she got trapped in my machinery

“You aren’t confirming it or denying it.”

"I don't need to. I'm not that cruel a woman that I would trap a child for a science experiment."

"Actually-"

"Don't." Bonnie held a finger out to stop Marceline from continuing. "There's no reason for me to lock Flame Princess up, especially when she herself is the biggest threat to the Candy Kingdom. It isn't wise to poke the bear with a stick, you know what I mean?"

“Yeah, I guess. She really wants to join the travel party now, so she might still be gunning to destroy the kingdom.” Bonnie placed a nervous hand on her cheek and glanced warily towards Flame Princess, who appeared to be trying to explain something to Finn.

“Could you keep an eye on her?” Bonnie asked.

“I’m not a babysitter,” Marceline snapped and sighed, “but yeah, I guess. I’d rather all of Ooo not be lit on fire. I’ll take her with me.” Bonnie smiled gratefully. “Anything I need?”

“I recommend a fire-resistance charm, in case you get caught in the crossfire.” Marceline nodded and dropped some gold in her hand. “I’ll use the charm, and that armour Finn hates too. Also, let Flame Princess use whatever token she wants, I don’t care.”

“Flame Princess! Marceline wants you to come with her!” Bubblegum shouted and the teen came running, small fires dotting her every step.

“That was exhilarating! So many things happening at once, so many creatures and questions! I knew that Bubblegum was no good!” Phoebe exclaimed.

“Hey, cut her some slack. She’s been at this for a long time,” Marceline growled. Flame Princess looked at her in confusion.

“You can’t honestly look at all this and tell me she’s not evil or at least bad. Look at all this stuff! Living beings forced to stay down here to the rest of their lives. Why? Is what they did really bad enough to deserve this?”

“Yes!” Marceline snapped. “And you don’t know Bonnie like I do.”

“Well, how do you know her so well?”

“I know her so well because-”

“You have done well to come this far,” A voice echoed, startling both girls. Marceline and Phoebe both looked to the speaker.

“Bonnie? What are you doing all the way down here?” Marceline asked.

“Something evil I bet,” Phoebe spat and Marceline whacked the back of her head, ignoring the burning sensation. Bonnibel frowned.

“This is my dungeon,” she said plainly. “And this room is the bottom of it. So, great job! You can go home now, back to the surface or whatever.”

“I don’t think so. There’s probably something in here that you’re hiding,” Phoebe hissed. Marceline raised an eyebrow.

“This doesn’t make sense. What’s down here, Peebs?” Bonnie chuckled nervously.

“Nothing! This is the bottom. That’s it. But just to be safe,” she glared discreetly at Phoebe “I need you to promise me you will not touch my desk back there. It has important research on it that you could mess up. This could be your final quest in this adventure, just promise me. Royal promise. No touchies.”

“I’m not promising anything,” Marceline insisted. Bonnie shook her head.

“You have to.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Fine! Whatever!” Marceline threw up her arms in defeat. Bonnie smiled. It wasn’t one of her normal smiles, not one of the ones Marceline was used to. It was empty and cold. Her eyes were unreadable.

“I think we’re done here then. Thank you for solving the mystery.” Marceline looked her up and down and walked past her, looking down at the table. Phoebe walked up beside her and glanced at Marceline.

“These papers are unreadable,” she whispered. Marceline absentmindedly picked up one of the papers, seeing the words were faded and the pictures were half-erased. Then the wall in front of them opened, showing a dark pink gum tunnel.

“Are you serious? What the fuck is wrong with you! Where does this even go?” Marceline shouted. She spun around to face Bonnibel and scowled at the expression on her face. An expression she hadn’t seen in centuries, since they had broken up. Her eyes were narrowed and she had a slight frown. Her hands were folded neatly in front of her and she straightened her back to look at them like she was above them.

You’ll never know where it goes,” she said slowly, “you broke a royal promise. And you know what that means. I’m sorry girls, it’s business.” Marceline saw out of the corner of her eye a fireball that Phoebe had thrown before they both teleported above the kingdom, standing on a cotton candy cloud and looking up at the Gumball Guardians.

“I told you,” Phoebe shouted. Marceline growled and readied her axe.

“Well, at least I’ll get a metal song out of this,” Marceline mumbled. Phoebe scoffed.

“You’re thinking about music? I’m thinking about revolution!” Her hands lit up and she prepared to attack before Bonnibel ran out in front of them.

“Wait! You don’t understand! I know this thing looks like a monster, but you have to listen to me! It doesn’t want to hurt you! It just-” A gum tentacle swung out and grabbed her, causing both Marceline and Phoebe to jump back.

“Bonnie! You’re not getting out of this that easily!” She lunged forward only to get hit in the face with a metal ball, knocking her back. Phoebe dragged her to her feet.

“Think smart!” She barked.

Marceline was angry at Bubblegum, but seeing everyone else rail on her for something she herself had done as well, made her get a bit protective. She’d deal with the lying later.

“Wouldn’t you lie to protect your weird old parents too?” Marceline snapped. She floated down and wrapped her arms around Bonnie’s shoulders, glaring at the entire crew. She glanced at Bonnie for a split second and saw her small smile and she flashed one back. She was still holding her when the mass of gum began to separate.

“Thanks for helping me out, I do wish you could’ve done it without killing my parents though,” Bonnie said. Marceline raised an eyebrow.

“They aren’t dead. We can go catch them if you want.”

“No, no. They’ll come back if they want,” Bonnie sighed. “Marceline, come inside. I want to speak with you privately.”

“Okay, sure.” Marceline followed her up the candy steps and through the winding halls, ending in Bonnie’s room. She motioned towards the bed.

“Sit down,” she ordered and Marceline obliged, sitting down with her arms crossed. “I want to apologise to you.”

“For what? For sending me on a wild goose chase? For trying to get your gumball guardians to murder me? For lying to me and tricking me? For literally putting all of us in mortal danger? Which one is it?” Marceline snarled. Bonnie winced.

“All of that, listen, Marceline, I didn’t want to do all that! But responsibility demands sacrifice and the cost kept escalating. I didn’t expect it to get so out of hand before it was already there. I was running out of ways to stop you.”

“Maybe the best way to have stopped me would have been to tell the truth? Did you ever consider that?” Marceline snapped. “Everyone could have died, get that through your thick skull! All of us could have died!” She stood up and sat back down, pinching the bridge of her nose and taking deep breaths. “I don’t even know how long it’s been, all I know is you haven’t changed a bit. You put your own pride over the actual lives of other people.”

“Marceline-”

“No, Bonnie, listen. It’s been like this for centuries. It’s exhausting. I had thought you were different now. I really did. But I guess old habits die hard.”

“I’m trying to change. I really am Marcy. I just- I was scared. You know what it’s like to have to face the potential of losing your parents. You know what it’s like to lose them. I don’t. I just had to come head-to-head with it today. It’s not okay that I did all that, but I panicked,” Bonnie rambled. Marceline stood up and shook her head.

“I’m going home. I have a killer headache and I’m tired. I got up to come help and I did, so my job’s done.” She rubbed her temple and walked to the door, reaching for the handle only for her hand to be grabbed.

“I’m sorry. I want you to know that. I really am sorry.” She hesitated. She looked to Bonnie and inhaled sharply. She did look remorseful, but sometimes remorse was not enough.

“Sorry doesn’t fix this,” she mumbled. Bonnie looked away.

“I understand.” She quickly hugged Marceline and backed away, walking to filter through her closet. “It’s okay if you never forgive me. I wouldn’t blame you.”

“I’ve forgiven you for worse,” Marceline stated. “But this one will take me a bit. I’ll text you eventually.” She strolled out and narrowly avoided Peppermint Butler who was coming into the room, getting called some harsh words as she opened her umbrella to make her way home.

#chara writes #at bubblegum #at marceline #bubbline #adventure time

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falloutglow · 4 years

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5 OTP Songs - Got Lost & Found Love - Echo Gray/Nick Valentine

Saw um... @its-sixxers doing this and weeeeeell... thought I’d uh, give it a shot.

tagging: @glitchvault74, @roachvalentine, @potatocrab, @diredigression, @wastelandersparadise, @nuclear-darling, @commonwealthcommoner, AND ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO DO IT. sadfsdfkhsd heck

(art drawn by @wastelandersparadise/ @pop-peroni ;w; <3 )

Electric Love by Borns|| Only the Lonely Survive by Marianas Trench|| Sleep by Poets of the Fall|| Kiss From a Rose by Dan Avidan & Super Guitar Bros (Seal cover) || Sway by Dean Martin

*lies the fuck down* You wanna hear me talk about lyrics, check below.

Electric Love by Borns

Honestly, this and a few other songs are very tea shop monsters au (long story) related, but I cannot stop associating this song to them. Helps that Nick’s a synth aaaaand Echo’s got (surprise!) electrokinesis as one of her psyker power(s).

And every night my mind is running around her Thunder's getting louder and louder Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle I can't let you go now that I got it

All I need is to be struck By your electric love Baby, your electric love Electric love

Also...its sappy af and super cheery and its what they deserve.

Only the Lonely Survive by Marianas Trench

So. I’m in slowburn hellscape with these two fools. This song is basically a mutual pining, we both have baggage, and “I can’t be loved.” combo deal.

I don't know how you feel yourself But I'd rather hurt here than be happy somewhere else No one will scar me like you do But no one will ever be compared, compared to you

The heart gets slow-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh We all heal though-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh You never know-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh To stay or go

Echo’s been debating for as long as she’s been in Diamond City if she should leave or stay in Diamond City. She’s never voiced it to anyone except to Dogmeat. Hell, she’s afraid of getting close to anyone...in fear of being found out. Who she is... Who she could even trust...

Meanwhile, Nick’s got the baggage of a depressed pre-war cop in his head on top of all the shit he’s dealt with being a synth. It’s hard to know how anyone ( ESPECIALLY new) will react to him. Sure he’s got a quick tongue and will absolutely demolish folks if they even try to start shit- but that shit still hurts and is probably something he just... will sometimes get hit with especially during the quiet hours of the night when few folks in Diamond City are still awake...

Burns us both To love this close We lose ourselves And I know we won't get out alive But only the lonely survive

They are both lonely people trying to make do with the world they found themselves in and spread some kindness. They are both also very much idiots who will thrust themselves into very stupidly dangerous shit without thinking of themselves. dumbasses.

It hurts like hell To love this well But no one falls The way we fell We'll burn alive Only the lonely survive

Mutual Pining fools who cannot fathom anyone wanting to be in a close relationship (let alone intimate) with them because of the baggage they carry. Slowburn hell...where the other helps, slowly but surly, unpack the luggage and tell them to stay a while...

Sleep by Poets of the Fall

I’ve definitely mentioned uh this song before where I kinda see it as Nick watching Echo deal with her echoes nightmares no matter where they go in the wastes while on a case.

Hear your heartbeat Beat a frantic pace And it's not even seven AM You're feeling the rush of anguish settling You cannot help showing them in

It takes a while, but after realizing how tough it is for her to sleep sometimes, Nick starts offering his coat as a blanket, and surprisingly it...helps. While it can’t always block Echo’s ‘echoes’, it helps her sleep longer and well...after time it just becomes routine.

Still it don't mater if you won't listen If you won't let them follow you You just need to heal Make good all your lies Move on and don't look behind

As their bond and feelings grows stronger as well as realizing how much comfort they give each other...they start letting each other into the flashes they see...

Day after day Fickle visions messing with your head Fickle, vicious Sleeping in your bed Messing with your head Fickle visions Fickle, vicious

Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in And carry you over to a new morning

Because Echo’s not the only one who sees memories that aren’t her own. Nick admits he gets glimpses of memories from pre-war!Nick, the guy whom’s brain the Institute (illegally) downloaded into a synth. This song sorta starts out as an almost lullaby of sorts, for Nick to try and help Echo get more sleep and turned into a shared “You’re tired while you’re brain never stops. Let me be here for you, and help you get through this.

Kiss From a Rose by Dan Avidan & Super Guitar Bros (Seal cover)

Not gonna lie the main reason why is just a few dashes of lyrics from this song:

My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen

and

A light hits the gloom on the grey

Nick’s eyes literally glow and Echo’s eyes are silver gray...and well her last name is also Gray but yea lol. Does not help its got that slow dance energy. What do the lyrics mean? fuck if I know, its a song that gives me feels that’s all I got.

...Also...first kiss...eventually yes... *lies down*

Sway by Dean Martin

SO. This is like spoilers (cause its still WIP) but uh... ahem. Their first dance is to this song.

When Marimba Rhythms start to play Dance with me, make me sway Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore Hold me close, sway me more

The amount of times I’ve listened to this song for the fic..and then also like marked the end of certain lines to figure out timing of the lyrics? Ho man... ANYWAYS, I sorta hc that Nick would really enjoy the “crooners” like the Rat Pack (Frank Sinatra; Dean Martin; those dudes) along with jazz music. Sway being one of his, uh, fav songs and a dif hc is that Nick likes to dance. Possibly having flashes from OG!Nick and associating dancing with good energy/memories. Finding a dance partner in the wastes is a bit hard.

Other dancers may be on the floor Dear, but my eyes will see only you Only you have the magic technique When we sway I go weak

MORE spoilers: Echo realizes she’s got a crush.

#as told by glow #tag meme #ship: got lost and found love #its music time #fallout 4 #fo4 #Samara 'Echo' Gray #fallout ocs #nick valentine #....hi i am having emotions askdfhsdf #its like 1am

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dickspeightjrs · 4 years

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Raindrops on Roses - (sequel to NERD / 1.7k words / au)

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Castiel was so tired he could feel it in his bones. Everything that could go wrong today, did.

First, the projector in the lecture hall wouldn’t turn on, so he’d had to only give half his seminar. Then, Anna had called in sick and asked Cas to cover her class, which he did gladly because Anna was a good friend (and because it was only an Intro to History class - he could do that in his sleep). But she’d told him the wrong room number, and by the time he’d arrived at the correct room, half of the class had left. And then, as if the day couldn’t get any worse, his beloved car - a Lincoln Continental - had decided it’d had enough. He left it in the university staff parking lot and got the bus back home at the end of the day in the pouring rain.

By the time he made it to the front door, he was soaked through to the skin. He sighed wearily, at least Dean would be home from work and would easily be able to cheer him up. Just being in the man’s presence was enough to fill anyone with overwhelming joy (though Castiel might be a little biased).

Castiel unlocked the door and shook off his dripping trench coat. He frowned when he noticed the darkness engulfing the house. Where was Dean?

“Dean?” He called out.

No answer.

Trying to avoid getting the carpet wet, Cas moved into the kitchen and flicked the light on. The room was the same as he and Dean had left it that morning. They left the house together before saying their goodbyes and headed off in opposite directions. The only thing that was different, Cas noticed, was the note left in the middle of the kitchen table with what looked like a gift card placed next to it. Cas slid closer to inspect it.

‘Happy Anniversary babe!

Come meet me x’

Attached to the note, wasn’t actually a gift card but a hotel key card with ‘Room 401’ printed on it.

Fuck! Crap, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Castiel had completely forgotten. Today was his and Dean’s fifth anniversary. He was meant to pick up Dean’s present during his break in classes but that didn’t end up happening because he’d taken Anna’s class.

How could he forget? It had been five years since the day that they’d met properly for the first time. Cas couldn’t believe he’d been so nervous, looking back. Everyday with Dean since then had been wonderful.

Within a year of that day in the airport, Cas had finished his degree and moved straight out to Kansas as soon as he could. He got a job at the university and had been working his way up to teaching a few of his own classes in the history department.

Dean still worked at the same garage he’d been at when they met. Except now, he’d bought out half of it from his uncle Bobby and they worked together with the idea that Dean would one day buy him out fully when Bobby wanted to retire (though Castiel suspected the old man planned to just give it to Dean no matter what the younger man said).

They were happy.

Castiel was definitely happy. He’d even been thinking lately that he might pluck up the courage to propose to Dean, and maybe suggest a couple of kids down the line. He hadn’t brought any of this up with Dean though. And now he wouldn’t have a chance. Dean would probably hate him now.

Without a second’s more thought, Cas grabbed the key card and ran back out of the house into the rain.

The card was for the Imperial Hotel, which was only a couple of blocks away. It’d be faster to run it than try to get a cab at this time. Plus, he was already soaked through, what’s a little more rain gonna do?

As he darted around people on sidewalks and jumped over dogs on leashes, Cas went over in his head how he’d try to manage to convince Dean how sorry he was that he’d forgotten their anniversary.

When the Imperial came into view, he increased his speed until he reached the front doors and stopped dead in his tracks. This place was incredibly fancy, somewhere Dean and Cas would never even think to go. Dean really had made an effort.

Castiel looked down at his dripping clothes. Was he really about to embarrass Dean even more by dashing through a posh hotel, dripping water all over its floors? He pictured Dean sitting upstairs in one the many rooms, waiting for his boyfriend to appear.

Cas would run through fire for that man. The hotel managers would have to get over a bit of water.

Before he could rethink his choice, Castiel dashed through the front doors and eagerly tried to find the elevators. Luck seemed to finally be on his side because the elevators opened right out into the lobby.

Ignoring the looks he was getting from other guests, Castiel dashed again to an open elevator. Thankfully, it remained empty as he hurriedly pressed the ‘4’ button until it lit up. The doors closed slowly as if to tease Castiel.

The elevator journey was not nearly long enough for Castiel to calm his nerves. As he stepped out and made his way to the right room, he pulled the key card out of his pocket. He made quick work of locating the room and scanning the key card, slamming the door handle down and pushing the door open urgently.

“Dean, I’m so sorry. I forg-” Castiel was stopped in his ranted apology by the sight of Dean knelt down by a bed scattered with rose petals, with something in his hands.

Once Dean’s eyes took in Cas, he immediately threw the item he was holding onto the bed and raced over to his boyfriend.

“Cas, babe, what happened?” He asked as he put a hand to Cas’ white shirt, which was now see-through. “You look like you took on a rain cloud and lost. Where’s your trench coat? Did you go out in that rain in just this?”

Castiel’s chest still heaved from all the running he’d just done. He took one look at his boyfriend and the day’s stresses all came flooding out. “I’ve had such a bad day. Nothing was going right at work. Then Anna called in sick so I covered her class and forgot all about your present. Then my car finally died so I had to get the bus home in the rain. By which time, I’d forgotten all about our anniversary altogether. I saw your note so I ran here. I’m sorry, Dean.” Castiel’s eyes pleaded with Dean to forgive him.

Dean looked at Cas with awe and love. Before he could say anything, he pulled Cas in for a warming, loving kiss. When he pulled away, he didn’t let go for long, pressing himself against Castiel and putting his face in his boyfriend’s neck. “You have nothing to be sorry for, beautiful.” He whispered against Cas’ cool skin.

“But, Dean! Look at all the effort you’ve gone to!” Castiel protested. He stepped away from Dean and took a closer look at the decorations around the bed. “Look at the petals on the bed.”

Now that Cas had a closer look he could tell the petals weren’t randomly scattered at all. Dean had shaped them to spell the word ‘NERD.’ Cas’ heart melted. That had become their little inside joke since that day in the airport. Cas was even saved as ‘NERD’ in Dean’s phone - with a heart emoji next to it, of course.

“And look at the candles!” Castiel continued looking at the beautiful atmosphere Dean had created. “And the - wait, is that a ring?” Castiel grabbed what looked like a ring box off the bed. This must have been what Dean threw over his shoulder when Cas had stormed in.

“Well, yeah, I guess I was planning to propose.”

Castiel whirled around to face Dean, ring box still in hand and unopened.

“What?!”

Dean smirked at his boyfriend getting flustered again. “I was down on one knee ready to propose when you came in.” He walked over to Cas and took the ring box out of his hands, placing it on a side table and gripping hold of Cas’ hands with both of his. “But then I saw how exhausted and, well, wet you looked so I just sorta hurled the ring away to check you were okay.” He squeezed Castiel’s hand.

Cas looked down at Dean’s hands in his. “So you were going to propose?” Dean nodded and let out a hum in confirmation. “So I ruined it?” Tears started forming in Cas’ eyes. He could feel Dean’s gaze on him but couldn’t bring himself to meet those beautiful green eyes.

“Cas.” Dean whispered, raising Castiel’s chin to make him meet his eyes. “You haven’t ruined anything. And even if you had, you could ruin a million proposals and I’d still go for a million and one.”

“But I forgot your present too.” Cas protested, tears falling down his cheeks.

Dean caught the tears with a finger and wiped them away. “Castiel Novak, you wonderful, beautiful, frustrating idiot. You are my gift. Today and always. I love you, Nerd.”

Castiel finally let out a watery chuckle. “I love you too, Dean.”

“Good.” Dean smiled. “Now, I’m gonna pick up that ring; I’m gonna get down on one knee, and ask you to spend the rest of your life with me. Is that okay?”

Castiel chuckled again and nodded - he couldn’t trust himself to speak right now.

Dean did as he said he would, not letting go of Cas’ hand once (though it was a bit tricky opening the box one-handed).

“Castiel Novak, I’ve known I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you since the day you ran into my arms at that airport. I love you even more everyday. Will you marry me?”

Cas let out a sob and fell to his knees, pulling Dean in for a kiss. “Yes, of course I will.” He whispered against his fiance’s lips.

Thank you for reading!

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incorrectdevildom · 4 years

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Accusing those of us unfollowing you rn as supporters of pe/pedophilia or inc/st is funny bc its more like "i dont want to see this conversation but the posts still show up on my dash even though the tags are blocked and you've flooded my dash with it so it's easier to just unfollow"

I will say I am a bit heated so my words aren’t coming out right and I did speak a little without thinking, and I am sorry if I made you feel like I was trying to accuse you, because I’m sure this is the case. I probably should’ve clarified I was talking more about the people who had unfollowed me after like the first thing about it before I was answering a bunch of asks about it (which not trying to say all of those people are either but it’s hard to believe there isn’t a portion of them who are).

I mean if you need to unfollow me for comforts sake that’s okay! I didn’t mean for it to seem like you can’t - I genuinely will admit I could’ve worded it a lot better and I apologize for that.

#im a bit... easily angered about subjects like this #not quotes #asks

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ivyuns · 4 years

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after hours ❆ ✰

han jisung

genre: angst and fluff

word count: 1.6k

warnings: language + self harm

A/N: since you guys asked for it, heres part two of moral of the story (: repost

listen to after hours by the weeknd

part one | part two

masterlist

thought i almost died in my dream again.

right after you left changbin’s embrace to hop onto your plane back to korea, he was furious. he didnt even knew jisung was cheating on you. as a cousin, he went to yell at your ex lover.

“han fucking jisung.” changbin muttered out. the younger one lifted his eyes and saw his hyung. quickly wiping his tears and waits for changbin to continue speaking. “did i just witnessed y/n catching you cheating on her? are you serious jisung? after everything she done for you, for us, and you did this in return!?” changbin ran his fingers through his hair and let out a heavy sigh.

“i wont hurt you or anything, just at least talk to y/n and fix some things alright?” jisung immediately nodded as changbin left the room. jisung got up and changed into a casual outfit and met up with his manager to talk about some things.

without you, don't wanna sleep. cause my heart belongs to you.

after meeting up with his manager and convincing to continue the tour without him, he finally agreed. jisung dashes through the hallway, into his hotel room and gathers his stuff and gets his belongings then heads to the airport.

handing in his ticket and sitting in his seat in the plane, he pulls our your promise ring that you threw at him a few hours ago and remembers your pained face the moment you saw him cheat on you. the way the tears fell onto your cheeks. the way you wanted to hold back your tears but couldnt. jisung kicks the seat in front of him and starts bawling his eyes out, earning a groan from the elder who he kicked, immediately starting to apologize to the boomer.

wanting to fall asleep so time can pass by, only to have nightmares of you, taking your own life of his yet another stupid mistake. forcing himself to stay awake by looking back at all the memories you two shared.

baby where are you now when I need you most? i'd give it all just to hold you close.

after the plane has landed, he made his way out of the gate and hailed a cab and gave the driver the address of your apartment. few minutes pass by and jisung looks up and sees his destination. thanking the driver and giving them money and tip, he gets his stuff and unlocks your door. everything looked normal. you had to be here. quickly going to each room to see where you were, you were unseen.

memories start flooding in his mind and sees the first fight you two had. seeing your pale body on the bathroom floor. bunch of tubes connected to your body to regain the nutrients needed. he ran his hands through his hair and yelled, not caring about the neighbors. he needed to find you before his nightmare in the plane could actually happen.

i know it's all my fault, made you put down your guard.

he ran to the dorm, thankful you decided to live a few blocks away from them. taking out his keys to unlock the door and smells a familiar scent, knowing you came here recently. he goes to his room to see a box on his bed and the pictures hung up of you two hidden in his drawer.

seeing the note placed on the box made him feel even more worse. he let out another scream and pulled out his phone, seeing if you still share your location with him.

entering the passcode for his phone and opening his friends locator app. he searches for your name only to find only you can see his location. he threw his phone on the bed and fell on the ground. not knowing where you could be. who knows if youre in the streets all alone.

knowing if youre upsetting at something, jisung always knew you wouldnt have the appetite to eat and ruin your healthy life. even if you came back to korea a few hours ago, your body could make you sick, especially since you didnt eat anything before you left for japan.

i know i made you fall, they said you were wrong for me

remembering how you acted towards him after telling stays about your relationship with him made him guilty. he knew how insecure you felt since the beginning of high school. after the mean comments stays made about you, you felt everyone was coming at you and that you didnt deserve jisung.

until jisung stepped in and defended you. he brought in the light when you fell into the darkest time. even til before he cheated on you, whenever you would fall into a dark time, he would be your knight in shining armor and bring you back to light.

i lied to you, i lied to you, i lied to you. Can't hide the truth, I stayed with her in spite of you.

he knew he shouldnt had cheated on you. but something that jiseo gave him made him fall harder for her and started cheating behind your back. the times he cancelled the dates and plans was only to hang out with jiseo. with the excuses he used was just he needed to practice more or make a new song. all the lies he said to you. all the unsaid i love you.

you did some things that you regret, still ride for you. cause this house is not a home.

currently on the bridge you were sitting at, with the han river under your dangling legs and with park near the bridge, where you two met when you were a little kid. with a blade in your hand, you rolled up your over-sized button up flannel to reveal a fresh canvas to place the scars. each memory and tear that fell, you would cut into your flesh. you promised yourself you would never cut youself or try to harm you, but you felt weak and nobody was there to help.

jisung, who was running around trying to look at the places you would always go to relieve some stress or just for fun. remembering you would always go to the park next to the han river always made you feel so calm since it was the place you and him landed eyes on each other. running to the park, only to find nobody. looking up afar, he sees a figure. a very familiar figure. noticing the same flannel you would always wear.

making his way to the bridge, he hears the sobs which pains him. going up to you, he sees blood coming out of your fore arm. widening his eyes as he approaches you, he takes the blade and throws it in the river and hugs your trembling body.

“its okay y/n” he tries to make you calm. slowly sinking into the hug, relaxing. you then remember what happened. with your shaking body, you push jisung back to where he isnt hugging you anymore and falls on his side. “how can you say that as i caught you cheating on me?!” you yelled out, which you shouldnt have, making you see more than one jisung.

“y/n, let me explain!” due to lots of blood loss, you fainted. having jisung to press on your wounds and take you to the hospital. “please y/n, not again. please i cant lose you again.”

jisung waited in the waiting room with his elbows on his knees and bloody hands on his hand. as the doctor was walking towards him with papers in his hands, he stood up. “ah so jisung. y/n is fine but due to the lost of blood she lost which was almost half a gallon, she will be having blood transmitting to her body. you can go to her room now” jisung thanks the doctor as he pats jisungs back.

walking to your room, only to see you looking at the window. jisung grabs a chair and places it next to your bed. jisung grabs your hand and starts speaking.

“im sorry y/n. i-i shouldnt have cheated on you. if i didnt, we wouldnt have to be in this situation. i dont know why i did it in the first place but after seeing you hurt, it just made me feel so guilty. i didnt return you the love you gave me and seeing your pained face, i just felt my heart shatter. and after having to keep stray kids continuing their tour without me and coming back here to talk to you. just because i love you and i dont know what life ill be doing without you.”

you turn your head to see jisungs face full of regret of what he did in the hotel room. you smiled after hearing ‘i love you’ after months. “i love you too jisung”. he lifts up his head and sees you smile. he gets up and hugs you. “if you do this again jisung, i wont hesitate and break up with you.” and kiss jisung on his lips. he sits back down and grabs your left hand. “i believe you need to put this on again, sunshine.” and slides in the promise ring you threw at him.

and finally, he goes on his knees and pulls out the small black velvet box you found earlier. without jisung even asking, you immediately say yes. “baby i didnt even ask you” jisung laughs.

“i dont care, yes is my answer.”

jisung smiles and puts the engagement ring on your ring finger.

“thank you for this second chance baby”

sorry that i broke your heart, your heart. and I said, baby, i’ll treat you better than i did before, i'll hold you down and not let you go, this time i won't break your heart, your heart, no.

END <3

a repost since first try didnt show up in the tags but ty for reading

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itsjustwhatfeelsright · 5 years

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i wanted to touch on something about steven’s behavior in the su movie that’s kind of been mentioned form what i’ve seen but not quite... from this angle? this is bearing in mind that i basically only see what comes on my su dash so you know, someone may have pointed this out somewhere before and that’s okay--plz don’t come @ me.

but i remember when steven had his revelation about his missing piece, i was actually kind of thrown that it was ‘change’ and not ‘empathy/understanding/etc.’ now, i’m not at all claiming this doesn’t make sense in the overarching narrative. before steven would’ve been old enough to communicate, he would’ve been able to change. that was what pink/rose most wanted to impart onto her child. i have no problem with this so please don’t take this post this way.

with that said, it’s worth noting that at no point during the film do we see steven approach spinel like he usually does the villains in the show. even when she first lands, he assumes it must be a misunderstanding because he established peace--pointedly NOT because he’s looking to understand her and that he’s learned at this point that most things are misunderstandings or past traumas that can be resolved. so, already, because he feels his ‘happily ever after’ is being threatened, he tries to jump to talking it out, but doesn’t get to the heartof what i think his best power is, and that’s empathy.

this absolutely PERMEATES through the movie. once spinel has poofed his friends and reset them, he makes no attempts to understand her or her change once she’s reformed, either. in fact he straight-up jumps at her, being accusatory and angry and that’s a rarity for him, really. steven is older, he’s tired of this shit, he just wants to skip to the end and he’s upset that he even has to. his actions are undersandable, but they indirectly build up to the climax at the end of the movie.

next, we see him talk with bismuth, lapis and peridot about her. even after he gets the explanation of what has happened to the gems (and by extension, her,) he really does allow his bitterness towards her and more importantly his razor-focus on getting his friends (happily ever after) back block him from even considering maybe getting to the root of who spinel is and what brought her here. she’s in the background of this scene, referenced in the song, directly talked about in front of her face, and not even really addressed until she says something useful: “what if it’s like a puzzle?”

and then what happens next? steven shuts her up, and is fully prepared to leave her behind. granted, like his mother, he tries to do this kindly, and for a brief moment this brings out her repressed feelings. but this more like startles steven rather than lights up any lightbulbs. he begrudgingly brings her along because it’s the easy solution that keeps her happy and him moving, and then she proceeds to be basically ignored while he looks for amethyst and a third wheel once he finds her.

so then amethyst reforms. remember, at this point, steven knows exactly why spinel doesn’t remember anything. but he doesn’t really explains that she hit them with a rejuvinator and he hit her back and therefore she’s reset. he just says, simply, that she forgot. and he explains it like the frustration that it is to him right now. (and don’t forget, the “gag” of her trying to play tag but being ignored for the sake of catching amethyst up is going in the background of this scene.)

moving forward, we get to the part where the rejuvinator is explained. again, everyone talks about spinel right in front of her with no regard for how that would feel. (really--they’re lucky she’s as goofy as she is up to this point.) here, it’s suggested that steven return spinel’s memories, and although he’s complained about her lack of memory all day, his immediate reaction is “no way!” at this point, he doesn’t like her the was she was. and i think it’s kind of important to call attention to this. once he’s convinced that it’s really his only option, we move on to the rock show.

it’s obvious that this is the final trigger for spinel. she’s been being ignored and pushed aside all day, but being physically “abandoned” by all of the crystal gems so they could “play” on stage without her brought the flood of feelings back to her that obviously hurt like hell. but what does steven say to her once he finds her? “that’s good. i need you to remember.”

this is usually the point when steven would realize, even if he’s been kind of absent-minded the whole rest of the arc/episode, that something is really bothering this antagonist/gem, but here he’s still razor-focused on what he needs. there’s no empathy in this statement. he encourgages her to walk right back into her trauma because he needs her to know how to turn off the injector. (and maybe knowing her backstory would help a little.) and when he finds out it’s another ‘my mom fucked over a gem’ story, steven is just... tired. he can believe it. he’s tired of doing this. he just goes through the motions but the real emathy isn’t there. and this is immediately revealed in the way steven eagerly walks ahead of spinel towards the warp, walks ahead of spinel out of the house, and doesn’t return any sentiment when she calls herself his friend, even after her transformation back.

like, at this point in the story, it’s hsrd not to understand why spinel doesn’t trust steven. he hasn’t been using the one steven power that he knows he has (talking to her) to its full affect because he didn’t just forget about change--he also forgot about “always putting others first”. you know. one of the things the diamonds praise him for in the intro of this very movie.

obviously, by the climax, he does eventually get through to spinel. but it’s more that she tires herself out and realizes that she doesn’t wanna be this over the course of garnet’s song and steven’s song (which encourage her to partake in self-reflection) and a bit less that gives her the typical steven treatment.

BUT. knowing that elements from this movie are going to matter in the future... i wouldn’t count spinel out of future appearances. i wouldn’t discount the possibility that steven developing a real friendship with this gem would be a plot-point. we’ll just have to see..

really though, i’m not saying all of this to attack steven’s character or anything. it’s refreshing, honestly, to see him make this kind of mistake. he’s the most empathetic character we’ve ever seen, but even he has his limits--he wanted to be done so bad he forgot all of his powers. ALL of them. including this one. and that only made sense for him at this point in time. i’m excited to see how he continues to change from here.

#steven universe the movie #su movie #steven universe movie #steven universe #su #steven quartz universe #spinel #ok to rb #*:・ﾟ★⁑ this is my new favorite round thing. ⁞⁞ ❛saved❜#this is a long-ass post #i'm not even editing it #i gotta get ready for my appointment LOL

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starlightnovas · 4 years

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Part 1: Fallen Titan

Part of me was beginning to wish that I had accepted Elliott’s offer to tag along. But It was a very small part of me. I didn't want him seeing who I was in my past if I actually found anything here.

I didn't expect this old IMC facility to still have anything active in it. Apparently, there were still a few active Spectres skulking around. They were somewhat slow, but still fairly effective. Elliott would’ve had all of them off me within moments, running after his decoys. But instead, they were searching for me.

They had all activated almost the moment the facility's ancient door had rumbled to a close behind me. Dozens of them tried to grab me, all I had to do was phase past them, but I still had no way out.

Now, I was hiding in the dark abandoned halls of this place. Vegetation had grown over most of the walls. The lights were either broken or had long since lost power. Pools of water pocketed the ground. I was careful to avoid these, as not to make any noise.

I heard the whirl of a Spectre up ahead. I quickly dove into a nearby room. I peeked out just in time to see the Spectre turn the corner. The red light of it's face illuminated the hall in the ominous color.

I pulled myself back into the room and sat still, watching the light outside.

After a few moments, the light vanished. I looked out again and watched the Spectre continue on.

I had a wingman at my waist, but damn was that gun loud. I would only fire as a last resort. If I shot, all the Spectres would know where I was.

I left the room, keeping a quick yet quiet pace. I had quickly realized that pretty much every computer in this place had been destroyed or lost power a long time ago. There goes my chance of finding out anything else about my past. At this point, my only goal was to find an exit.

I wandered for roughly another ten minutes before I heard the Spectres again. Panic rose in my chest as I looked around. None of the rooms were open, and the lack of power made them impossible to open.

Two Spectres rounded the corner. They looked at me, and there was a moment's pause where we just stared at each other. Then they both made a sound like a loud mechanical thrum. They raised their flatlines towards me.

I phased immediately, spinning around to run. I entered the void, the Spectres were starting to follow me.

I counted in my head as I ran: one… two… three… four.

I appeared back from the void.

*Duck now*

I dropped to the ground as a burst of bullets flew over my head.

“Oh screw it.”

I turned and raised my wingman. I fired two shots. One struck a Spectre’s shoulder, the second hitting its face. It collapsed as the lights on its body went out.

I aimed towards the next Spectre, but then three more appeared around another corner. I phased away just as they fired. I had to run.

I took turn after turn, desperate to get away. I phased every chance I got, barely avoiding a hail of bullets each time.

I then came to a dead end. A massive door was sealed tight. I was about to turn around when I noticed that the screen next to the door was on.

The mechanical roars of the Spectres encouraged me to get the door open fast. I frantically swiped the screen. It read “unlock”. The door hissed, then slowly slid open. As soon as there was enough space for me, I squeezed in. I went to the screen on the other side and swiped it to “lock”.

The door froze momentarily, then started to shut. I saw the Spectres on the other side of the door. They attempted to get through, but they were too large. They tried reaching for me, only succeeding in getting their arms crushed. Then silence fell over me. I allowed myself to sit down and catch my breath. I checked the device on my wrist:

Portal 57%

Well, I wasn't using that to escape.

*You're not alone*

My hand shot to my wingman as I spun around. My eyes slowly scanned the room. Then I spotted what the voices must’ve been talking about.

A titan was in the center of the room, hanging from cables on the ceiling. It looked damaged.

My head tilted a little from curiosity. I’d never seen a titan in person before, or at least not since I had escaped that lab. This one was a somewhat skinny titan and had a sword slung over its back. What was it called? A Ronin?

The console in front of the titan was lit up. I moved to the screens and read the flood of information.

Ronin class titan: XO-2623, deactivated until further notice. Order issued 2,420 days ago.

All the files on this computer were related to the titan. I clicked on the first file. The titan had been deactivated for faulty programming, having prioritized “Protocol 3” over “Protocol 2”. I wasn't familiar with titan programming, so I had no idea what that meant.

I read on, the titan had tried to get to its pilot when it discovered they were in pain. Dozens died stopping it. The pilot was Senior Science Pilot--

I blinked a few times, checking to see if I had read that right.

Renee Blasey.

But… that was me. I mean, I knew that I had been a pilot in my previous life, but I hadn't actually ever stopped to consider that I might’ve had a titan out there somewhere.

*You left him*

I couldn't tell if that was the void or me thinking.

“Don't worry, I'll get you powered back up.” I told the titan chassis, “Just give me a minute to figure out how.”

I didn't know much about titans, but I do remember their batteries. Massive and powerful. There had to be one somewhere in here.

Sure enough, I found three titan batteries hooked up to large devices at the other end of the room. I plugged a USB into the console to download all the files before jogging over and grabbing one of the batteries. I twisted it and it slid out of the device.

Almost immediately, the lights in the room flickered rapidly. The batteries must be powering the room. That explains why the doors work and why the consoles are on.

I took the battery and went to the center of the room, just underneath the titan. I reached up and grabbed it's foot, hoisting myself up. I climbed slowly, struggling to hold onto the battery and climb. I reached it's side fairly quickly and slid the battery into one of the slots.

The titan twitched a little, but gave no reaction past that.

“Hello? Can you hear me?”

No answer.

Maybe it needed another battery.

I hopped down and grabbed another battery. The lights flickered again, most didn't come back on, and those that did were very dim.

I climbed back up the titan. I noticed it's serial code painted across it's face: XO-2623.

I plugged the battery in, and it twitched again, making me fall to the ground. The titan’s eye light up, bright blue light filling the room.

“Ronin Titan XO-2623, online. Power at two thirds capacity. Calibrating data core… complete.”

It shifted, then realized it was hanging from cables.

“If anyone is there, make yourself known. My movement systems are disabled. I cannot get down.”

I struggled to find my voice, I had actually turned the titan on!

“H-hello.” I said softly.

He attempted to turn to look at me, “Hello, please state your identity.”

I moved so that I was in its line of sight, “My name is Renee Blasey.”

He froze for a moment, “Pilot, it is good to see you again. Data states that I have been stationary for two thousand four hundred and twenty days; six years, seven months, and fifteen days. What happened?”

I sat down in front of him, “Wow… where to start? We have a lot of catching up to do XO.”

“Agreed.”

I sighed, “Well, I suppose that I should start with that I don't remember who you are very well.”

“Because of project wraith.”

I frowned, “You know about the experiments?”

“The purpose of the project was to discover travel to other dimensions. You were the only subject. Side effects included the loss of your memory, similar to pilot regeneration.”

“Pilot regener- nope, nevermind. That's a topic for another day, I want to know how you got here.”

“The projects became harmful to you, which violated protocol three. I came to protect you, and they disabled me. It appears they got their way.”

I paused, thinking about what to do next.

“So how do we get out of here?” I asked.

“My movement systems are still rebooting. A third battery would speed up this process.”

“There is one more, but it's the only thing powering this room.”

“That will not be an issue. Power will not be required for us to leave.”

I looked over at the console screen. All the data files had been uploaded to the USB. I took it and shoved it in my pocket. I didn't need it much, now that XO could just tell me about my past self.

I went and grabbed the last battery. We were plunged into darkness, the only light being the green glow of the battery and the blue light of XO.

I climbed up one last time, and slid the final battery into the last slot. I dropped back to the ground looking up at XO. He didn't move.

“Did it work?” I asked.

“Yes, I am recalibrating my systems.” He paused, “Sword block online… arc wave online… phase dash online. Movement systems restored.”

He vanished, phasing into the void, and dropped to the ground with a thundering thud.

“You can phase?!”

XO turned towards me, “Yes Pilot.”

I noticed that he was limping a little. His right leg was damaged, as was his left arm.

“Well, care to share how we get out of here?”

He pointed to the far wall. There was a large door I hadn't noticed before there. But it was sealed up tight.

“We need power to open that door.”

“Indeed, but not the power you're thinking of.”

He reached behind his back, drawing the massive sword. He swung the blade, it crashed against the door, denting the metal. XO swung again, the blade raking against the metal door and ripping it open. It was still too small for him to fit through though.

He noticed this and put his sword away. He took a few steps back, then charged forward, throwing his gigantic chassis against it. He rolled to his feet outside. I was quick to follow.

The fresh air hit first. I took a deep breath, letting it fill my lungs. I let my skin soak up the moonlight that shone through the thick foliage of the forest trees.

“Come on XO, I know where you can stay, and I have a friend who might be able to fix you up.”

I started jogging, but even limping he was faster than me. He picked me up, much to my discomfort, and placed me on top of his head.

“Why not just let me inside?” I asked.

“The pilot cockpit will not open. Repairs are required before you may embark.” He steadied himself, “Hang onto something, pilot.”

I gripped onto him tightly as he began to move at the fastest speed he could. It was extraordinarily fast, but he was damaged, and it was much faster than I could move.

Together, we went home.

I finally had the key to my past.

All I had left to do was to unlock the door.

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Resistance...

Summary: She’s a seasoned Omega. Has her own routine and way to deal with her biology and she’s happy, to an extent. Until her Alpha shows up and throws a damn spanner in the works.

Characters: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, mild dub-con maybe? and angst? IDK... chasing, submission, loss of ice cream

Word Count: 3200~

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A/N: Uh oh. I went and fell into a Sam hole in my absence, and an a/b/o hole too! I blame @sofreddie and I’m sure she relishes that ;) This is my first go at a/b/o and I’m a lil nervous, so I kept it relatively safe and there’s no smut on this occasion, so please be gentle with me you horny animals. Here goes nothing!

The air started to acquire a chill in its undertones as Y/N walked down the high street. Her pace slightly quickened, noting the sky starting to go dark. Glancing at her watch, she realized she was due another dose suppressants soon and she rolled her eyes. It's not like she was worried about Alphas. She hated the stigma of Omega being submissive and vulnerable little things, ‘cause that’s everything she wasn’t. She carried herself with confidence, on the off chance some yappy little Alpha shithead came creeping, she could have them running with their tail between their legs with a simple one-liner and a look. She could detect them when they were near, Alphas had a particular stench about them that made her skin crawl. There had been exceptions, some of them carried a particular delectable flavor that had peaked her interests on more than one occasion, but not enough to accept a claim. Her toying with such Alpha’s had certainly had its consequences. She’d been beaten before, stalked, she’d had to resort to moving town more than once too. But not once had she ever been bitten, claimed or knotted, when it didn’t feel right, her determination to ensure it didn’t happen was beyond scary. Hence her hardened exterior to the apparent dominate gender. So, it wasn’t that she feared Alpha’s picking up on her Omega scent, more that she couldn’t be bothered with the hassle. She’d had to deal with this shit her entire life, it really was a chore and a bore now.

Clutching her bag of groceries to her chest, she continued to walk, well, more like a march at this point. As she reached the outskirts of town, her defenses lowered a little as the streets became more sparse of people. It was only another block or so until she reached her apartment, she wondered what show on Netflix she was going to binge that night, clutching to her bag with a grin as she thought of the tub of Ben and Jerry’s amongst the goods. It couldn’t be a late night though, she had work the next day and she groaned audibly at the thought. Office jobs were the definition of tedious and brain rotting, but it paid the bills. Maybe just half the tub of ice cream tonight then, she thought with a sigh.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, just outside a little burger joint she often frequented when she couldn’t be bothered to cook. She stopped in her tracks, fumbling into her pocket to retrieve still buzzing phone, just as she heard the doors of the burger place open behind her.

She looked at the screen, seeing her alarm on screen that she set to remind herself to take her suppressants. “I know,” she scoffed irritably, swiping the screen and shoving the annoying device back in her pocket.

As she straightened her back something made her body freeze momentarily. A scent. Something completely new, and she’d never encountered anything remotely like it. It was a smell that seemed to have everything desirable to her, freshly baked bread, chocolate, whiskey, and the smell of new books.

She heard steps coming from the doorway behind her, and her body instinctively turned, the scent growing stronger as her eyes found it’s source. Alpha, her mind sung to her, seeing a tall man before her, clad in jeans, flannel shirt and an incredibly cozy and inviting brown jacket. His long dark hair caressed his face, where a rough stubble beard was starting to grow through and she already imagined how it would feel scratching and rubbing against her neck.

She stepped back slightly, mild panic tingling in her chest at her body’s reaction to the stranger. This was… different. He seemed somewhat taken aback too, stopping in his tracks as his eyes locked on to her. His mouth hung slightly open and his brow furrowed a little. She could hear him breathe in deeply, given the side glances she’d been getting from passing mated Alphas in town, her scent was evidently growing potent and he was taking it in.

In a weird sensation where it felt like time stood still, they just looked at each other, not saying a word as their eyes scanned and their bodies didn’t move.

“Hey, Sam!” A voice came from inside, and another man pushed through the door. He was Alpha too, his scent unusually sweet and comforting, but the scent of the first Alpha, Sam, drowning it out almost instantly. The shorter haired Alpha continued to speak, “What’s the hold-up?”

Sam gulped slightly, blinking fast and unable to take his gaze off Y/N. “Dean,” he said lowly, nodding in her direction.

Y/N froze, watching the new Alpha’s eyes fall on her. Two Alphas plus one Omega usually equals a whole new world of shit based on her past experience.

“Hey there,” Dean said with a smirk, side-eyeing Sam with a raised eyebrow before looking back at her, “Excuse my brother, he can be a bit...off sometimes.”

“Dean…” Sam exhaled in frustration and rolled his eyes, “Just shut up for a second and listen to me.”

She watched with a puzzled expression as the Alpha’s started to bicker. Normally Alphas would start fighting over an Omega, but with actual fists. Not with snarky, almost childish, comments that made the Omega smirk.

“I’m listening and I’m hearing you loud and clear,” Dean smirked devilishly, “But I thought you were the one who always says-” he adopted a mocking voice, “-We’re on a ‘case’, we don’t have time to go chasing some Omega.”

“Hey, standing right here,” she retorted, gulping as both sets of Alpha eyes locked on her. As confident as she was with handling herself, two Alphas at the same time was always a tricky situation.

“I do not sound like that!” Sam protested, looking back to Dean.

“Listen, Sweetheart,” Dean ignored his brother and instructed to Y/N, “You just carry on home and forget you ever saw us.”

She furrowed her brow, Well, that’s a new one.

“Dean,” Sam growled with a clenched jaw as he grabbed Dean’s jacket sleeve. Y/N did tense at that, she planned on waiting for the fists to start flying and hoped she could make a sneaky getaway.

“The hell has gotten into you, Sammy?” Dean shook his head in disbelief, shoving him away, “I mean, don’t get me wrong she’s quite something,” he shot Y/N a wink and she rolled her eyes in response, “But c’mon man, we really do have work to do. I feel so wrong saying that by the way.”

If she could commend the duo in front of her of anything, it was their confidence and self-control. She’d seen Alphas practically lose their shit at the mere whiff of an Omega scent, especially unclaimed. These two were practically having their own conversation and barely acknowledging her. To say that was the opposite of good manners, she was impressed and intrigued by it. Dean was cute, and certainly an Alpha she was confident she would consider pursuing if given the opportunity. Sam though, he stole the show despite her not having any direct interaction with him other than staring. Just allowing her eyes to meet his set her pulse racing and her mind became a flood of pornographic fantasies. She felt urges to touch him, taste him, totally drown in everything that was...Sam.

He’s so damn tall… she swooned internally, I wanna just, scrunch my hands up in that gorgeous hair…What is with the size of those hands!? Heh...well we all know what that means.

It was almost unsettling, her automatic logic telling her to get out of there, but her curiosity and need screaming for her to see where this was going. The result is her stood on the spot, clutching her bag of groceries and feeling a damp patch spread through the paper bag onto her jacket as the ice cream was slowly defrosting.

“I know, Dean, all right,” Sam said frantically, eager to make his point as he looked back at Y/N and clenched his jaw, “But...that’s my Omega.”

“Y-yours?” Dean’s tone quickly changed as his brow raised at Sam’s statement, “As in… yours, yours?”

Y/N’s stomach rolled as she watched Sam nod and her mind raced.

My Alpha? She questioned to herself, eyes locked on to the taller Alpha. She’d assumed all the ‘true mate’ theories were just urban myths. Stories created to romanticize the true nature of their biology. It felt like her entire belief system was rapidly changing just by glancing into a set of hazel eyes.

And it freaked her the fuck out.

“Sam…?” Dean mumbled, scratching his head, “I...I think your Omega just bolted.”

“What?” Sam turned back to where she once stood, now just a bust bag of groceries on the ground amid a puddle of melted ice cream, and the blur of her coat dashing down the alley by the side of the burger joint.

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

Fuck, I really wanted that ice cream, she whined in her head as her quick heels carried her to the end of the alley. She breathed a sigh of relief, seeing a hidden away pile of crates and boxes that she’d assembled months ago. She’d planted numerous escape routes across the city, she knew many of the twists, turns and hidden snickets. Par for the course when you’re an unclaimed Omega and a self-proclaimed pro at ditching sniffing Alphas. She hopped on the stack, being sure to kick it down once she was half over the wall at the end of the alley, before dropping down on the other side, she dared to glance behind her at the sound of heavy thudding footsteps.

There he was, pursuing. His brow furrowed in confusion as he stopped and watched her sat up on the high wall.

“What are you doing?” he huffed breathily, his chest heaving slightly from the sudden fast movement of running after her.

“Nope,” she squeaked, finally dropping down on the other side. She leaned back against the cold brick wall, panting for breath and trying to slow her thumping heart. She could still smell him, if anything his scent was growing stronger, he must’ve been right up against the wall on the opposite side. His scent was so dreamy, making her close her eyes and lose herself in it momentarily. She felt her stomach roll and her thighs clench together automatically.

What the fuck is happening? She panicked in thought, This has never fucking happened. EVER.

There was movement behind the wall and it snapped her back to reality. She looked up, seeing a pair of hands grasp the bricks at the top.

“Shit!” she hissed, panic grasping at her heart once more as she instantly dashed. She’d underestimated just how tall this Alpha was, he’s actually climbing the fricking wall!?

On her side of the wall was a small labyrinth of interconnected alleys that snaked behind numerous shops and eventually leading down to a small housing estate. She knew the twists and turns like the back of her hand, darting down different paths and even circling herself, she knew he’d follow her scent, so doing this might confuse and throw him off.

After a short while of drawing a convoluted trail with her scent, she hopped a small fence which she knew lead to a small woodland area. A small pocket of nature in the middle of a mass of houses and apartments. During the day it provided a small picturesque escape from city life, at night it was an oddly intimidating space, definitely not somewhere a lonely Omega should wander, but that’s what she counted on. He’d never expect her to go running in here, the spot was renowned for shady activities under the cover of night, safely hidden away by the trees.

When her feet crunched on the fallen leaves and soil on the other side of the fence she ducked and looked behind her again, eyes peeping over and keeping a watchful eye for her pursuer.

It was eerily quiet. She could still smell him somewhere, but it was faint and she couldn’t pinpoint exactly where it was coming from. After a minute or so she sighed, concluding she must have lost him and the scent was just lingering. She turned and slid down the fence until her butt hit the ground, she breathed deeply and ran a hand through her hair.

He could still be around, waiting for me to come out or something, she thought, her eyes flitting side to side, Just lay low here a little longer, then head home.

Bunching her knees to her chest, she checked her watch, deciding fifteen minutes is a decent enough wait time. Her mind wandered as it tried to kill time, and it could only think about one thing. Sam.

My Alpha....is he really my Alpha? She bunched herself tighter, biting her bottom lip, Nah, I mean, all that stuff is bullshit right? True mates? That’s just fucking ludicrous, every single Omega has one singular Alpha out there that’s meant for them? I mean, that’s just unfathomable! Nevermind the odds of actually meeting them being next to impossible…

Her ears pricked up at the sound of rustling leaves nearby and the snap of a twig. She narrowed her eyes and scanned around, mentally preparing herself for another dash. She couldn’t see anything...but she could still smell that lingering scent. She looked at her watch again, ten minutes to go.

But what if he really is? And I just literally bolted. She huffed a small laugh and shook her head. Nah, maybe just some new Alpha tactic to make us ‘sweet little Omegas’ submit quicker and easier. I ain't buying that, although...damn he is...heh...certainly not harsh on the eyes. If I was in heat, I’d consider letting him ‘ride’ me through it. She smirked knowingly, All that ‘My Omega’ stuff though...he’d be so fast to claim, I’m not sure I could drop everything like that. I’ve made it this far on my own after all…

She looked at her watch again, five more minutes. Everything was still quiet and the sky had grown completely dark now, the air growing bitterly cold. She pushed herself to her feet, deciding to just start the journey home now.

That scent. As she stood at her full height she felt a fresh wave of it pass her nose and she shuddered as her stomach rolled again hungrily.

“Omega…” his voice carried through the trees, his firm tone and use of the word nearly made her damn legs buckle, “Don’t try running again.”

She froze on the spot as her eyes frantically scanned around, he was nowhere to be seen, but his scent was strong, mind-foggingly strong. Is he hiding amongst the trees somewhere? How the hell did he find me?

“Can’t you just leave me alone?” she called out into the trees, the cold air and her building anxiety making the hairs rise on her skin, “I don’t need an Alpha.”

“I’m sure you don’t,” he answered, “I can tell by your scent, you’re strong, independent, but...frustrated.”

“Frustrated,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes, “So I submit to you and all my problems are over? That’s some cliche Alpha bullshit right there.”

There was a growl that carried across the breeze, it stirred something deep down and she clenched her jaw to bite it back.

“You’re mine, Omega,” he countered, “That also means I’m yours. Just wanna take care of you.”

“I can take care of myself,” she bit back, but a small tremble in her voice. Even though she couldn’t see him, just...that scent. It was damn intoxicating like she was being indoctrinated by it. Her body screamed for more of it, to find its source and drown in it, and that fucking terrified her even more. “You don’t even know me, or my name.”

“So tell me, ‘cause trust me I wanna know everything.”

She couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at the corner of her lips, she bit her tongue and sighed, relenting to give him one small slice of information, “It’s...Y/N…” she said quietly, still searching wildly for where he could be hiding.

“Y/N…” he breathed like her name was something mystical and magical, “I’m Sam.”

“Kinda figured back there,” she retorted, positive she just saw some movement amongst the leaves to her right. She took a deep breath, adjusting her footing as she got ready to move, “It’s been a pleasure Sam, but I really need to be getting home.”

She moved quickly before he could respond, her eyes set on the path she’d set in her mind. She hopped over a small pile of fallen branches, ducked under some long hanging foliage and leaped into a run. She couldn’t hear any movement behind her, her heart sinking. He’s not following. That’s a good thing brain! Not bad!

She continued to move, despite not hearing any following movements, that scent was growing chokingly thick and potent to the point it nearly made her eyes roll in bliss. W-why am I running again?

A shadow moved. Before she could react a pair of arms had whipped around her waist and pulled her to the side. She squeaked in shock, everything moving in a blur as she was spun and forced back against a tree. Her eyes focused in the darkness and it was Sam. He gazed down at her with dark eyes and a heaving chest.

“Told you not to run again,” he growled, pushing his body flush against hers so she was pinned between him and the tree trunk.

“Oh fuck…” she moaned, his scent flooding her head now he was so close. She initially tried to push back against him and wriggle free, but her body was quick to grow limp as she got drunk off that sweet smell and his body was warm and welcoming as it pressed into her. She planted her hands on his torso, trying one more time to push which ultimately lead to her almost collapsing into his chest, “Sam…”

“Y/N…” he hummed, leaning further into her and ghosting his lips across her neck. He breathed her in, a low rumble echoing from his throat, “Mine…”

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. All she could muster was a small whimper, something completely out of character for her. In the short space of time she’d known this Alpha, he seemed to draw out numerous ‘out of character’ things from her.

He forcefully collided with her lips, moaning over them hungrily as his hand snaked up her sides and laid flat across her lower back. His hips jerked forward, pushing into her almost painfully. Her fists clenched at her sides, her eyes tightly shut as she tapped into her last ounce of resistance. His tongue stroked eagerly across her bottom lip and fingers pressed deeper into her back, her body sang and her brain struggled to hold the Omega back much longer.

Her lips parted, and his tongue dove in, finding hers and quickly capturing and twirling with it. Her fists fell loose, and she leaned into him, tilting her head so he could deepen the kiss even further. He eventually released her mouth, dropping his forehead on hers and breathing shakily as he gazed down into her eyes.

“Alpha…” she whispered, tugging harshly on his shirt to pull his lips back to hers.

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