#Ryan Clarke angst

[dd122004dd]

Could u do one where we die in someone’s arms?? Anyone

“I Won’t Forget You.”

Of course I can! Thank you, lovely for your kind request!

Warnings: Death, Angst, Disintegration

Summary: Ryan Clarke has been more defiant of Malivore, so he takes away something precious from him, forever.

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It had been centuries since he was created. Forced to roam the world alone, collecting monsters like trinkets of his adventures, all to feed his power-hungry creator.

He’d been lonely, wandering alone took it’s toll on him, so Malivore decided to bestow upon Ryan a ‘gift’, a companion, one who was bound to him and would follow him wherever he went. His gift was Y/N, his beloved sister, the only surviving creation of Malivore, other than him, that was not destroyed.

If he believed in the gods, he would’ve said that Y/N was a gift from them. She was a joyful creature, pure in his eyes. He would’ve never believed that someone so good came from the same evil that he did, the same source that he came from.

And so, for centuries they traveled together, watching humans evolve and fighting monsters but through all of their struggles they knew that they’d always have each other, always.

~

“Ryan?” she asked him as they laid down in a clearing under a starry sky, the fire next to the two crackling next to them, providing them with warmth and safety.

“Hmm?” he asked her, half asleep.”

“Promise you’ll never leave me.”

He turned to her, his beloved sister, “What brought this on?” he asked her gently.

“I’m just scared. What if one day you decide you’ve had enough of me and leave like everyone else?” she asked, her voice shaky and choked up.

“I won’t leave you, baby sister. Now sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” He said, wrapping his arms around her.

~

How did it go so wrong? It wasn’t meant to go like this. He’d made sure that Y/N was hidden away, far away from where their creator could reach them, yet how had he found her?

They’d planned to finally run away from the clutches of Malivore. They’d planned to see the wonders of the world together, to taste the different types of food the world had to offer. Heck, his sister was more excited to simply get on a boat.

But like a dreams, this one too, shattered. Malivore found them, more specifically, he’d found her, the one weakness of Ryan Clarke, the one thing that could shatter his entire being. His baby sister.

Malivore approached the little makeshift home they’d created in the forest. He knocked down the door before entering, seeing his creation look at him like a child with it’s hand in a cookie jar.

She backed away from him, but he simply gripped her hand, putting a timer on her existence before leaving her feeling sick.

Later, Ryan came home with a smile on his face that quickly turned into a frown on seeing the broken door. Rushing in, he saw his sister, her arms wrapped around her knees as she rocked back and forth, softly saying ‘No’ repeatedly. 

“What happened, little dove?” he asked, voice laced with concern.

She turned her gaze towards him, eyes blank before she blinked, focusing on him. She slowly whispered, “Ryan?” To which he nodded. At his reply, she threw her hands around him, sobbing bitterly.

“F-F-Father.”

“What about him, dove?”

“He-He came here today.”

At her revelation, he pulled away from her, checking her over for any injuries.

“I’m not hurt. But...he did something.”

“What did he do?”

“He-He put a timer on me. He said that by midnight, tonight, I will disintegrate, my body will cease to be and so will I. H-He said that I was a bad influence on you and this is to teach you to never go against him.”

Shocked at her reply, he collapsed on the floor, he clutched his sister to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around her as he silently whispered, ‘No’ repeatedly into her hair.

She ran her hands up and down his back, trying to soothe him. 

When he was relatively calm, she said, “If this is to be my last night, brother. I’d like to spend it in the clearing in the woods, the one near the river, remember? It’s supposed to be a beautiful moon tonight. I’d like to see it one last time.”

~

After having their last dinner together, they made their way to the clearing. Ryan sat against a tree, his sister laying in his lap, holding his hand.

“Ryan?”

“Yes, dear sister.”

“Will you miss me?”

“Of course I will. You’re the only one who made the past decades bearable. I just wish you didn’t have to go.”

“I’m afraid...you know? I’m terrified to die.”

“I know. Rest assured, dear sister that I will join you, after I have avenged you.”

“No, Ryan. I want you to live. Far away from our father. I want you to be happy, at peace. Travel the world like we’d planned to, see everything that I can’t. Maybe even find someone to spend eternity with, adopt a few gremlins to chase around,” she said, chuckling at the last part.

“Tell them about me? Tell them about their fun auntie Y/N, okay? Please don’t forget about me, Ryan.”

“I will, little dove. I won’t forget you,” he said, tears slowly dripping down his cheeks.

Choking back a sob she said, “I’ll miss you, and your terrible singing.”

He chuckled softly despite the lump in his throat. “I will bring you back, sister mine. One day.”

Sighing softly, she looked up at the sky, “Look, the moon is so beautiful.”

He turned to look at the moon in the clear sky, nodding his head he said, “Yes, it is Y/N.”

Hearing no response he looked down but all he saw was dust.

“No. No. No. Please, no. I’m not ready. I-I’m not ready to walk without you. Please come back!” He begged, tears streaming down his face as he desperately clawed at the dust that was once his beloved sister.

#Ryan Clarke #ryan clarke x reader #ryan+clarke+x+reader #Ryan Clarke angst #Ryan Clarke x sister!reader #legacies reader insert #reader insert #x reader #Golem!reader #golem! reader #platonic!reader #platonic reader insert #malivore #character death #Legacies #legacies x reader #x reader legacies

[inevitablemoment]

A sample from my adaptation of the Collectors Arc for the Cathleen Lives AU, to hint at the seeds sown that bloom into the break-up of Peter and Dana before Ghostbusters II.

Also includes an allusion to another arc that I'm creating specifically for the Cathleen Lives AU.

Read at your own risk if you don't want to be spoiled, since I haven't written them yet.

Notes -- The apartment that Dana owned in Ghostbusters II was shared with Peter. After she married Andre, she moved in with him and sold the apartment. But after she and Andre separated, she found that her previous apartment was vacant again and took the opportunity to move back in there again.

Martha is an OC who will be part of the series for a short time, but she will have an important role. She is partially based on Jenny Moran from the comics, but her arc is created by me.

The hospital had cleared them to leave after two nights. It turned out that the cut above Peter's eyebrow wouldn't need stitches, but they still wanted to monitor him for a possible concussion. Satisfied that they could find no signs of one, they sent him on his somewhat-merry way back home with Dana.

She walked back into the bedroom with a bag of ice, covered with a washcloth. She sat down at the foot of the bed and pressed it against the goose egg-sized bump on his head.

"How's your head?" she asked.

Peter moved his hand over hers so that he could take the bag from her and keep it over the bump. "Still hurts-- still feels my brain and heart switched places when Egon detonated Ray's pack."

"I have a feeling that would happen to anyone trying to escape limbo," Dana said.

Peter found it in himself to laugh, and then instantly regretted it, the pounding in his head growing worse.

"Sorry," Dana apologized. "I shouldn't have--"

"No, no, it's okay," he tried to reassure her. "Not your fault-- just need to try not to laugh at anything for the next week. Hey, why don't you change the channel and see if a Kinison special's on."

Dana laughed, but in her brief moment of mirth, felt as if she were expelling the three months worth of tension and fear that she had carried. "I can go check the TV Guide."

But she didn't get up, staying in her seat on the bed. She smiled at him, the back of her eyes beginning to burn as tears formed.

Though she had cried numerous times in the past three months, she had found herself unable to burst into tears of joy when he had come back to her-- mostly because that they were otherwise engaged with trying to trap the Collectors. She hadn't cried at the hospital, either.

And now, she couldn't help herself.

She gripped Peter's free hand, and saw him smile back at her.

But...

No, she wasn't being fair.

His smile looked no more different than the one that he would wear when he came home from the firehouse. If anyone looked at him, they probably would have thought that it was all it was.

Just her needing to tend his wounds after a call gone wrong.

"Hey... come here," he wrapped his arm around her, laying the two of them back down on the bed.

The soap that he had used at the hospital had done nothing to wash away the scent of burnt metal on his skin, another consequence of his escape from limbo, but Dana could still smell his natural musk underneath it. It was subtler than normal, but it was there.

She nestled her face into the crook of his neck, feeling his hand reach up to run his fingers through her curls. She smiled brightly.

She had missed this so much. Moments like this, where the two of them could just lie in bed together, nothing to worry about.

Dana felt Peter press his lips to the top of her head.

"It's like I never left," she heard him say.

He couldn't see it, but her smile was slowly fading as she repeated what his words in her head.

Like I never left.

Like I never left.

Dana knew that it had only been a week for him, but she had lived without him for three months and twenty-one days.

They had only been together again for eleven days before they had been ripped apart again.

She had to step in his place to protect New York City, and to a larger extent, the world from ghosts or another Gozer situation while searching for him and the others.

She thought back to the day that Ray's asshole brother had shown up at the firehouse and pretty much demanded that they all just declare the boys dead. She had remained silent, but the others-- basically Cathleen and Janine-- had torn him a new one over it.

Despite the part of her that screamed that he was alive somewhere, she would grieve him as if he had been killed that night at least once a week, then splash water in her face, go on with her life, and the cycle would continue.

How could Peter have believed that it could be just like it was before?

For starters, one day, she had gotten so lost in her mind that she had decided to repaint their room. She had rarely picked up her cello unless she was rehearsing with the orchestra, which was rare in of itself with how many calls that she had to deal with

And people had changed, too.

Cathleen had been a mess. And who could blame her? She herself only had eleven days with her husband before he had been snatched from their own home as she had watched, leaving her to take care of a five-year-old and step in as de-facto leader of the Ghostbusters. She had thrown herself into work and raising Callie-- if she wasn't at the firehouse, she was close to tearing the world apart to try to find Egon. Dana was sure that if she and the other girls hadn't stepped in, Cathleen would have suffered a nervous breakdown.

Martha had been inconsolable at the beginning; she would retreat to the sleeping quarters upstairs and lie down in Ray's bed to cry. But, around the fourth week, when it became apparent that he wouldn't be back anytime soon, she had pulled herself together and stepped into her new role with ease. If anything, it unnerved Dana to see how calm Martha was at some times-- almost like a soldier.

Janine was more or less the same, personality wise, but the exhaustion that she always had on her face only grew more apparent as the months had gone on. She had gone from a receptionist to a receptionist/Ghostbuster/Cathleen's caretaker when Cathleen was overworking herself/Callie's part-time nanny.

Tiyah grew quiet... too quiet, as Egon and Ray liked to say whenever they wanted to tempt fate. She would often be found walking around the firehouse with a thoughtful and sad look on her face, or looking at the pictures of Winston longingly. And after Martha, she had been next to almost lose hope that the boys would ever return or be found.

And poor little Callie... her mother had missed a quarter of her last year before she began kindergarten, and her father had missed everything from her first day of school to Halloween to Thanksgiving. About three times, Cathleen had to pick her up from school because the teacher had called. Callie had broken down in hysterical tears, crying for her daddy.

But they did come back, all on their own-- not that Dana had ever doubted that they could have figured it out by themselves. And she had seen Egon and Cathleen's reunion.

How Cathleen had rushed to him and kissed him as if it had been three decades rather than three months. The look in his eyes as Egon had realized that they had been missing for three months. The way that the two of them melted into each other's arms as they talked about how much they had missed each other.

How was it that Egon, someone that everyone mocked for not understanding social cues and that some blinkered people believed to be unfeeling, was able to recognize how much had changed, and yet Peter didn't?

"Dana?"

Dana looked back up at Peter, seeing at he had set the ice aside, even though she had told him to keep it on his head for fifteen minutes.

But she didn't scold him about that.

"Yeah, it's.. you're right," she said instead, a very artificial smile on her face. "Just like it was before."

#Peter x Dana #Cathlegon #Clarkemore #Stantha #Angst #Ghostbusters #Cathleen Lives AU #Collectors Arc #Peter Venkman #Dana Barrett #Cathleen Paige Spengler #Cathleen Spengler #Egon Spengler #Callie Spengler #Janine Melnitz #Martha Ryan #Tiyah Clarke #Peter Venkman x Dana Barrett #OC: Cathleen Paige Spengler #OC: Martha Ryan #OTP: And Then She Threw Me Out Of Her Life #OC: As Long As You're By My Side #OC: How Do You Keep Doing This? #My Writing #Sneak Peek

[pomegranateandblood]

Update Plan

Hey lovelies🍍,

I decided to post an update Plan so you‘ll know what to expect and when. I will post one fic per week.

Today I‘ll post the Wally fic where the reader finds his jacket.

05.02. – 11.02: Zed Necrodopolis x reader angst with smut

12.02. – 18.02.: Wally Clark x reader friends to lovers smut

19.02. – 25.02.: Ryan Baker x reader angst with smut

26.02. – 03.03.: Zed Necrodopolis x Zombie!reader

My requests are still open and I love to see some feedback 💕

#milo manheim #milo manheim fanfiction #wally clark #wally clark x reader #zed necrodopolis #zed necrodopolis x reader #ryan baker x reader #ryan baker

[sirenlulls]

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

i will write — fem & gender neutral!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, pregnancy & parent fics, social media aus

i won't write — drastic age gaps (5-10+ years depending on the character), eating disorders, self harm, suicide, toxic relationships, major nsfw, character x character fics

who i write for ↓

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requests are open!

#formula 1 x reader #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader #pierre gasly x reader #wroetoshaw x reader #miniminter x reader #calfreezy x reader #george clarkey x reader #inhaler x reader #elijah hewson x reader #robert keating x reader #ryan mcmahon x reader #josh jenkinson x reader #timothee chalamet x reader #alex turner x reader #florence pugh x reader #harry styles x reader #gene gallagher x reader #lennon gallagher x reader #damon albarn x reader #graham coxon x reader

[spideyscardigan]

you are in love - wes bennett (part i)

word count: 2,149

summary: you're wes' childhood best friend.

warning content: underage drinking and a low-key cringe scene i tried to rush over

general tag: angst but not really, fluff

💌: wes bennett x reader

song: you are in love (taylor's version) by taylor swift (1989 taylor's version)

the warm liquid enters your mouth, making you hum in delight. following the back and forth that went on after wes asked you to help him win liz over, he offered to take you to your favorite coffee shop as a way to bribe you. shamelessly, but not really, you accepted. who are you to pass down free coffee? 

now you were on your way to your mom’s house.  

“are you sure this will work?” wes hesitates, briefly looking at the piece of paper sitting in the front of his car before directing his eyes back on the road.  

you had come up with a list of things wes should do to make liz fall in love with him. the typical compliment her, show interest in her interests, be respectful, etc. but you also added a few you know liz would notice as the helpless romantic that she was.  

you hummed a response, “hmm, you just need to start with being nice, the rest should fall into place like dominoes.” you took another sip of your drink.  

wes looked over to you for a moment without you noticing and a faint smile formed in his face seeing you enjoy your drink. he turned away when you finished. 

“i’ve never met a romance lover who doesn’t love a good enemies to lovers trope,” you reassure him, sparing him a glance then at the headlights of passing cars. “besides, how hard could it be?” 

apparently very hard.  

the very next day, wes had started the day teasing liz as usual. but things went south by the time wes went to school. michael young, an old member of the group and liz’s since-forever crush, had come back from texas. 

“wow, that’s actually crazy,” you had to bite down your lip to stop yourself from laughing, a little amused at the situation.  

you and wes stand by your locker, watching liz and michael’s interaction. “there goes the plan,” wes sighs.  

you look up at wes, seeing his defeated expression. without thinking, you grabbed his hand and drag him to where liz and michael stood.  

“what are you doing?” wes panicked. you only responded by saying, “going to say hi to our friends.” 

michael was the first to notice you both. “wes,” michael greeted him first, and they both do a bro handshake, “you were right on about the biology teacher.”  

wes seemed to be hiding the panic he was previously feeling as he started to talk to michael about how the teacher hates him. you offered liz and joss a smile, though liz was shamelessly drooling over michael.  

keeping up with your end of the deal, you spoke up.  

“michael, you remember ryan clark, right?” michael and wes turned to you, and you gave wes a look. he picked up on what you were trying to do. 

“of course,” michael smiled, “first baseman, right?”  

“exactly,” wes continued, lowring his voice, “ryno’s having a party tomorrow night at his dad’s - you should totally come.” he side-eyed liz but only you caught it. 

this is far beyond the dept you owed wes for taking the fault in your dad’s car wreckage. wes went to parties more than you did, but he had asked you to come with to michael’s for support.  

“wait, so you’re helping her get michael to ask her to prom,” you repeated wes’ words, not believing what he just told you. yesterday, liz went to his house to ask him the exact favor he had asked you.  

wes nodded, hands on the wheel. “at the same time that I'm supposed to be helping you get with her,” you looked over to wes, making sure you both agree the absurd situation wes had foolishly put himself in.  

“look, im not proud of it, but I freaked out!” wes tries, but your stare stays persistent. “for a parking place, too,” you continue the teasing, causing wes to flush.  

the party was loud, and the lights were flashing harshly. these scenes often caused you headaches, so you wanted to stay close to wes the rest of the night, but you feared that would ruin his chances with liz.  

“hey, im going to get a drink,” you voice, pointing to the kitchen, but wes was too distracted looking for liz, who had taken a ride from michael after wes asked him to. “ok, i'll be over there,” he doesn’t point, but you follow his stare and sure enough, it’s directed towards liz and michael.  

you both go your separate ways. you weren’t one to drink, but something about tonight encouraged you to take a shot, which then turned into two, three, four, eight, and next thing you know, there’s a crowd cheering around you as some random girl is pouring the remaining bottle of tequilla down on you.  

wanting to forget the weight of being the only child of divorced parents and the limited time you now had with your dad, turned into the need for a new clean shirt.  

“wes, your girlfriend might be in need of your assistance,” ashley, a girl wes would consider a friend, approached him.  

wes had been standing by liz as she conversed with michael. he would often make small comments here and there, but as he promised, wes was there to simply help the girl he liked be with someone else. 

ashley grabbed the trios’ attention. “you finally got a girl, wes?” michael teased. wes frowned and turned to ashley, who he noticed was drunk. he gently grabs her arms to steady her, but still allowing her to move away if she wanted to. “ash, what do you mean?”  

that's when ryan appears with you wrench in his arms, “hey, sorry, man.”  

immediately, wes lets go of ashley and reaches for you. his whole demeanor changes from relaxed – a little annoyed from liz and michael – to serious, and the only thing on his mind is to make sure you’re safe. “what happened?” 

“i took a shot!” you giggle, trying to stand on your own, before losing balance. wes wrapped an arm around your waist not letting you fall, a concerned look taking over his face.  

he felt your shirt and his frown deepen. he turned to ryan for an explanation, “it was more than one, I fear.”  

you started shivering in wes’ arms, adding to his worries. he remembered his spare change of clothes from baseball practice.  

he looked at liz, being the only one he could trust right now, “im going to need your help,” his voice firm and serious. liz nods, her own face showing concern.  

you hear this and, with your intoxicated mind, think you understand what’s happening. “yea, wesley, rizz her up!” you slur, giggling at your own joke.  

wes merely ignores you, and with a more gentle voice he turns to you, “im going to carry you up, is that okay?” 

you mindlessly nod, too tired to refuse. once you’re safely secured in wes’ arms, ryan guides him to a bathroom upstairs with liz following close behind.  

you snuggle close to the warmth radiating off of wes, when you notice the red head behind you. “i really like your perfume,” you confess to her. Liz looks at you and smiles, “thank you, i try to wear it on special occasions.”  

“that’s nice, and smart,” you smile back, “wes likes it too, but he won't tell you. I would say it’s because he’s shy, but that’s not true.”  

wes clears his throat, making you turn to him. you lazily smile at him, trying your best to wink at him to let him know you’re just trying to help.  

you give your attention back to liz, “he likes a lot of things, actually.” liz continues the conversation, teasing, “yea, like the only parking spot in front of our houses.”  

you squirm in wes’ arms trying to get a better look of liz. “he actually doesn’t really care, he just likes y-” before you can finish talking, wes speaks up, “here’s the restroom!” 

ryan sends another apologetic look at both you and wes, although you don’t realize it, before heading back to the party. wes sets you on the counter and sets his hands on your shoulder to get you to listen to him, “okay, I'll be right back; im only getting some clothes for you to change into.”  

you stare into his eyes, noticing the different shade of brown within them. how soft and gentle can brown eyes be? And why are you just noticing? 

you can only nod, suddenly feeling dizzy.  

wes leaves, closing the door with you and liz in the restroom. you continue to stare at the door even after liz locks it.  

you shake the electric touch wes left lingering on your shoulder and force a smile, facing liz, “just so you know, he's sorry for the frogs in your dreamhouse.”  

from then until wes’ knocks echoed through the restroom, you tried to play wingman by listing every good quality your tired and drunk mind could point out about wes.  

when wes did return, merely minutes after he had left, he didn’t enter the restroom, only asking liz if she could help you chance.  

once you were in a clean chance of clothes, liz opened the door and wes stood from leaning against the wall. “the sweatpants are a little big, but she should be fine,” liz offered a smile.  

wes looked down at her, a sympathetic look on his face. “im really sorry for taking you away from michael,” he apologized, sincerely. liz was about to tell him it was okay, when you jumped in. 

 “aw man, I’m too short for basketball.”  

wes’ eyes go from liz to you, and something that was only supposed to happen with liz, happened. it was like the air was knocked out of his lungs and his heart had done 13 backflips.  

there you stood, holding onto the waistline of his sweatpants to prevent them from falling, with a distraught expression. regardless of the many years of friendship you two shared, you weren’t the type to overstep boundaries beyond the line of friends. thus, this being the first time you had ever worn something of his, and wes didn’t hate the look, not one bit. 

“good think those are from baseball practice,” liz’s voice echoed in wes’ ears next to him, but his eyes stayed on you.  

you were wearing a tank top; one he knows he didn’t have for baseball practice. it showed more skin than you would usually be comfortable showing. even in the summer, you would stay inside where it wasn’t too hot, always refusing to do any activity that required being outside for too long.  

it wasn’t only that the tank top exposed some of your cleavage; it was also the way his sweats would slide downwards, teasing skin from your hips. wes swallows, forcing his eyes away from wandering. 

“i lend her my tank top, by the way,” wes finally looked at liz, “thought it would fit her better.”  

wes walked you to his car now that you weren’t stumbling over your own step after thanking liz.

usually, wes is relaxed when he is near you, but tonight he is very aware of how your shoulder brushing against his, making his breath hitch.  

the car ride back was quiet. your head rested on the window, slowly drifting to sleep, while wes’ grip on the wheel tightened.  

the atmosphere was calm, but wes’ mind was racing from one thought to the next. what the hell happened? to you, and currently him.  

he left you for an hour at most, and you come back to him as drunk mess. he feels guilty for abandoning you when he was the one who asked you to come, but he also knows it isn’t like you to get drunk, not like this. so, what urged you to this time? 

“oh my god!” you suddenly jump in your seat. wes flinches at your outburst, worried eyes glancing at your direction, “what? what's wrong? are you okay?” 

“she knows you play baseball,” you realize. Wes only frowns, confused, “who?” 

“liz!” the smile you give him makes his heart do that weird thing away, and he has to look at the road to keep his cool, “i- yea, she did.”  

“this is great news, bennett,” your energy seems to deem down again, but you keep your eyes on his profile.  

the way his hair falls softly on his forehead, the arch his nose makes, and how the yellow from the traffic light ahead reflects on his skin, making his eyes appear shinier and his few freckles more permanent. 

“why is that?” it’s like wes was the intoxicated one, because any cohesive thought exited his brain. his skin burned under your soft gaze, and he couldn’t help but look back at you.  

“because that means she notices you.” 

a/n: 1989 TAYLORS VERSION LETS GO🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵 obviously the og will be missed but they all sounded SO good (especially you are in love tv😋) crossing my fingers that she releases a cardigan for this rerelease too

#spideyscardigan #spideysworks #jack champion #wes bennett x reader #wes bennett #better than the movies #1989 taylor's version #you are in love taylor's version

[trashmouth-richie]

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TO SPREAD SOME HOLIDAY CHEER (AND AN EXCUSE TO ESCAPE YOUR IN-LAWS, OVERBEARING EXTENDED RELATIVES, SIBLINGS, and/or PARENTS)

LETS PLAY A LITTLE GAME

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭...

𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: 3 AM ; OPEN ARMS

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: landlord! Eddie

𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: someone like you lollllllll steddie

𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: differences

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: honey i’m home

𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔: choke me, bite me

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: steve harrington

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: eddie

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: any of the kids

𝚂𝟻 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜?: so so many, mostly that the dead will come back, will and/or el will die, maybe jonathan? hopper?

𝚔𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝 (𝚢/𝚗), 𝚠𝚑𝚢/ 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝? yes, it’s my favorite theory, vampire eddie is my roman empire

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 (𝚢/𝚗) 𝚠𝚑𝚢/𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝? i think it will happen unfortunately, bc the duffers suck

𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎: @curiositydooropened !!!! SERIOUSLY GO READ AMANDAS WORK!

𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎: literally everyone i follow, that’s why i follow them.

𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: Embarrased by @boomhauer or It Happened One Night in Detention by @mypoisonedvine

𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: @b-irock ❤️❤️

𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛: finishing a series! 🤧 improving on dialogue, using better descriptions etc

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛: 18k? maybe?

𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎:

𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎: bestfriends to lovers

𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏?: angst at the current moment

f̾u̾c̾k̾ ̾m̾a̾r̾r̾y̾ ̾k̾i̾l̾l̾

𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚛. 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎?: kill ted, fuck mr. clarke, marry murray (he seems like a good time)

𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚌𝚎, 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊? (𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗’𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖): marry claudia, kill karen, fuck joyce.

𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚛. 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛? kill brenner, marry wayne munson, fuck hopper

𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚢𝚕𝚎, 𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗, or 𝚔𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑? kill keith, marry argyle, fuck jonathan

𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚢𝚕𝚎? kill argyle, marry eddie, fuck steve

𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚝, 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗, 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚗𝚊? kill vecna, fuck demogorgan and the bat.

tag: @succubusmunson @littledemondani @eiightysixbaby @usedtobecooler @prettyboyeddiemunson @word-wytch @nightonblogmountain @mopeymopeymouse @mypoisonedvine @punk-in-docs @agentmarvel @andvys @choke-me-eddie @curiositydooropened @ryan-waddell11 @reidsbtch @onegirlmanytales @writinginthetwilight @joejoequinnquinn @sweetsweetjellybean

#stranger things #tumblr game #ask game #fic game #tag your fics game

[youngsamanda]

happy valentines day i'm spending it working and with a dog so here's a bunch of primarily shippy based things that i want to do ! please keep in mind that i'm twenty3 so be over eighteen if you are giving this post a like ! i primarily write on discord but am technically flexible when it comes to that i'll also mess around on tumblr sideblogs or my inactive indie still ! if you are interested please like this or dm me and we can get something going !

plots : gay cowboys / a better version of that whack netflix movie purple hearts where two people who don't really like each other decide to get married for the benefits and it's a whole fake marriage slowburn thing / gimme real old gay vampires that are just messy and awful for each other but keep falling back together / literally on my knees begging for any kind of beauty and the beast plot / a big slasher multimuse / frat boy x friends sister / literally the plot of ez and emily from mayans mc but with a happier ending hopefully / oops baby plots for the angst / friends when they are younger in the like 90s then playing older casted versions of them in modern day / literally just scooby doo / teen wolf x vampire diaries older and recasted mumu i don't know please indulge me / friends to lovers but it literally takes forever like one of those bitches gets married before they get together / mermaid x pirate romance / not actually the characters but the vibes of red white and royal blue gay royals and all that / just want random period pieces like characters in the 70s or something / rich girl x country boy / proper enemies to lovers / the bitches from the mummy / mob lackey and mob boss daughter / something based on beth x rip from yellowstone / literally just a drama college friend group bc it's fun

wanted ships : gale x dewey / older percy x annabeth / charlie gillespie x olivia holt / rachel zegler x tom blythe / emma d'arcy x ryan corr / seth x kate fdtd / buffy x spike / tara x jax / anakin x padme / rhys x feyre / nesta x cassian / cole x isabel from the shiver books but older / mason gooding x jenna ortega / sean teale x adelaide kane / haymitch x effie / kiana madeira x olivia scott welch / mike x emily from until dawn / danielle galligan x calahan skogman / kaz x inej / azriel x gwyn / peter x gwen but not the tom holland one / steve x nancy / keyleth x vax / bloom x sky / musa x riven / fka twigs x bill skarsgaard / jacob elordi x alexa demie / taylor zakhar perez x madelyn cline / rami malek x charlie hunnam / mackenzie davis x gugu mbatha raw / harley x ivy / maya erskine x donald glover / elena x nate uncharted / lois x clark / gendry x arya / hayley x nathan from oth / emma x sean but older from degrassi / karen x frank / crystal reed x daniel sharman but in a period piece / blair redford x jamie chung / lorna dane x alex summers / mickey x ian but recasted

wanted opposites : nick robinson / archie renaux / emilio sakraya / jena malone / ryan graves / adrian kempe / sza / lily gladstone / yahya abdul mateen ii / alperen duymaz / drew starkey / fka twigs / aubrey plaza / peter gadiot / renee rapp / paul mescal / havana liu rose / milo manheim / taylor zakhar perez / riley keogh / anna diop / melissa barrera / ben barnes / ayo edibiri / fabien frankel / dev patel / oliver jackson cohen / danny ramirez / aubin wise / cillian murphy / amber midthunder / daniel sharman / auli'l cravalho / logan lerman / phoebe tonkin / rege jean page / winona ryder / dua lipa / elodie yung / joseph quinn / simone ashley / camila mendes / jensen ackles / henry golding / blu hunt / aaron taylor johnson / calum hood / gabriel luna

#discord rp #discord 1x1 #1x1 rp #1x1 roleplay #i dunno #don't be weird abt the hockey ppl please i can't KADJJD

[ashes-writing]

ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ● ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁺ ʳᵘˡᵉˢ

taglist doc ● general masterlist

ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵃˢʰᵉˢ

● she/her born+identifies as ● trainwreck, airheaded and feral, chaos queen - oh look,it me ● i write, but only sometimes and it’s usually whatever makes my cold little heart happy. ● due to my own age + the nature of my blog contents, absolutely no minors. ● i match energy. What you give is exactly what you’ll get back. ● queen bitch in charge of fuckery and shenanigans.

ˡᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵒˢ ⁻ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᵉʳʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᶜᵉ

ʳᵘˡᵉˢ ⁻ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ

[ Fandoms + Characters ] 

If they’re not listed below, I don’t write for them. 

All American | Asher Adams

American Horror Story | Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, Dandy Mott,  Michael Langdon, Xavier Plympton, Bobby Richter Jr.

Arrow | Slade Wilson, Oliver Queen

The Breakfast Club | John Bender, Andrew Clark, Brian Johnson

The Boondock Saints | Connor McManus, Murphy McManus, Rocco

Criminal Minds | Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan

The Crow | Eric Draven, Jimmy Quervo

CSI Las Vegas | Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes, Warrick Brown

CSI Miami | Eric Delko, Ryan Wolfe, Tim Speedle

CSI New York | Danny Messer, Don Flack

Dazed & Confused | Ron Slater, Randall Pink Floyd

Detroit Rock City | Lex, Hawk, Tripp, Jam

The Flash | Cisco Ramon, Barry Allen

Friday Night Lights | Landry Clark, Matt Saracen, Tim Riggins

Ghostbusters | Ray, Peter, Egon, Winston

Gotham | Jerome Valeska, Riddler

Horror Movies | ask upon request, tbh

Harry Potter | Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Neville Longbottom + Sirius Black, Severus Snape

Legends of Tomorrow | Ray Palmer

The Lost Boys | Allen Frog, David, Edgar Frog, Michael Emerson, Sam Emerson

Mayans MC | Angel, EZ

MCU | Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier, Bruce Banner / Hulk, Captain America / Steve Rogers, Eddie Brock / Venom, Hawkeye / Clint Barton, Loki, Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

NCIS | Timothy McGee, Tony Dinozzo

Outer Banks | JJ Maybank, John B Routledge, Pope Heyward, Rafe Cameron, Topper Thornton

The Outsiders | Dallas Winston, Johnny Cade, Sodapop Curtis

Punisher | Billy Russo, Frank Castle

Riverdale | FP Jones, Jughead Jones, Reggie Mantle, Sweetpea

Shameless | Lip Gallagher

Sons of Anarchy | Jax Teller, Juice Ortiz, Opie Winston

Supernatural | Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Stranger Things | Argyle, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Gareth Emerson, Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington & Tommy Hagan

Teen Wolf | Stiles Stilinski

The Vampire Diaries | Damon Salvatore

The Walking Dead | Daryl Dixon, Negan, Shane Walsh

[ what i do / don’t write ] 

These are my hard and fast nopes. Any requests sent in for these will be deleted immediately. Save yourself the time and don’t ask.

● sexual assault, non-con, rape or attempted rape and pedophilia. ● incest ● beastiality ● domestic violence ● anything involving urine or feces ● anything that glorifies self harm or mental illness or suicide ● anything that glorifies racism or other harmful ideology  ● underage pairings ● popular pairings/ships - pairings/ships in general ● one shots of any kind unless I’ve made a post that states otherwise beforehand. I don’t write one shots and trust me, none of you want me to, lol. ●

These are the things I’m willing to write, feel comfortable writing and enjoy writing. Feel free to send these + know that you’re going to see a lot of them on the blog as you read.

● nsfw alphabet / fluff alphabet ● headcanons, personalized or just in general ● you can send me your headcanons and if I agree, I’ll elaborate on why. Because it’s always fun to hear an idiot ramble, right? ● aesthetics and moodboards, maybe even playlists? I’ve gotten really into making playlists lately, so.. We shall see. ●fluff ●angst ●friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, strangers to enemies to friends to lovers, you name it. ● hurt comfort and pining, mutual or otherwise ● tropes like ‘there was one bed’ or ‘body heat = warmth’ ● requited/unrequited love ● i dabble in darker themes ( horror, fantasy, etc ) so yeah. ●omegaverse, when/if I feel i haven’t botched it entirely ●friendships, family dynamics ● slice of life ●happy endings -or open endings, for the win ● what if scenarios / au type stuff ● 

[ rules + stuff you need to know ]

Absolutely no minors. I’m over 18.. Way over 18. It just doesn’t feel right or comfortable for me to engage with anyone who is a minor for several reasons. So, if you’re underage / your blog is ageless / ageless and content free / content free, you’re most likely going to end up blocked. 

Anyone sending hate in messages or asks / starting fights or being rude to each other in the comments on my posts will be blocked immediately. I’m not here for it, I don’t want any part of it and frankly, I don’t care enough about fandom drama, ship wars or faceless opinion enough to engage further. It’s a waste of time. Just be kind to each other, please? It’s… really not that hard? TLDR; do not fuck up Ashes’ zen/escape space.

Read all warnings. Tags to look for are ← trigger warning; (trigger) or ← warning; (trigger) / any variant of the bolded including ← tw;trigger or ← cw;trigger or if it's just smut, <- warning. adult content. There will also be a warning area on each post, so it’s worth it to check that out before reading. If you ignore the tags / warnings, whatever you end up seeing as a result is your own fault and is now strictly a you problem. If you’re looking to avoid my adult content altogether, the tags you need to look for are ← minors dni; adult intended content or any variation of that including ☠ this symbol or this one ♥ on my masterlist, in the warnings area/tags.

Any requests containing my own personal nopes listed above will be deleted upon receipt. I can’t stress enough how unwilling I am to compromise my personal boundaries.Please respect this, okay? Just don’t send it if I’ve already clearly stated I won’t write it. Requests are done on my own time, in whatever order I feel most motivated to do them in and all requests will not make the cut. If this is a problem for you, you’re being warned in advance. It’s probably not a good idea to request it from me. 

Any character I write for is 18+, regardless of canon. I do not write for minors. My writing isn’t tailored to them so it’s not about them. So, if you’re looking for a writer who writes those younger fandom characters, look elsewhere. End of story. If this bothers you at all, don’t read, ig.

Reader inserts are gender neutral / gn, female and all must be human.Pairings are typically female/male or gn/male and/or gn/female. I’m a person who was born as and identifies as a female and I happen to be straight, so out of respect for everyone, I’m opting to stay in my little lane. 

Occasionally, I have a reader insert that turns out to be well… a little more heavily personified. If this is a problem for you, the tags you need to be on alert for are any variant of ← warning; heavily personified reader ( traits ). If you’re looking to avoid that on my masterlists when I finally get around to remaking them, you’re going to want to avoid anything with ☻ beside the title/description. I’ll probably also put ☻ in the tags too, just to be sure nobody reads anything they don’t want to. 

I write original character pieces. And self inserts. And I enjoy writing them. I stopped posting them to here but.. I’ve recently come to the decision that I’m going to post them again and IDC if they’re ‘unpopular’ or ‘cringe’. If you’re the kind of person who can’t stand reading something with an original character / self insert present, you’ll need to look for ← warning; original character content or any variant of that and this symbol ❃. I’ll put the symbol in my warnings and in the tags just so nobody is forced to read my self-indulgent bullshit, no worries. 

Last but not least.. If the ask box is off or there’s a HIATUS / SEMI HIATUS notice in my bio area on the blog or pinned as a post, requests are closed. Currently, I am.. Still on hiatus. But, I’m *fingers crossed* hoping to return soon.

#<- rules + about #-- about the writer #-- read before interacting #<- minors dni.

[ao3feed-superbat]

The Proposal

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/I3amdPQ by BlackBat_of_El Bruce Wayne is under suspicion of being The Batman, and to get the investigators off his tail, he needs to prove that he is a normal billionaire with normal relationships that tie him to the mundane world. The problem is, the only way to do that is to lie and say he’s about to get married to Clark Kent, the shy reporter from The Daily Planet who also happens to be Superman. Words: 6603, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Superman - All Media Types, Superman (Comics), DCU (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Jonathan Kent, Martha Kent, Lana Lang, Lois Lane, Dick Grayson (mentioned), Alfred Pennyworth (mentioned) - Character, Amanda Waller Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Reluctant Coworkers to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, (kinda), Romantic Comedy, that's right this is a romcom, this is literally the superbat version of that one movie with sandra bullock and ryan reynolds, Eventual Smut, (but you can skip it if you want I'll warn you), no beta we die like every dc character ever, Timeline What Timeline, Banter, Banter as a Form of Love, Banter as a form of flirting, Romcom Appropiate Angst read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/I3amdPQ

#ao3feed #superbat #world's finest #Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

[live-laugh-loverpool]

you should totally formulate some lfc angst hurt/comfort hcs 🫰

OKAY!!!

The broom closet (the one closest to the locker room) has basically become Ali's hiding spot when he needs to get away. It's to the point where if they can't find Ali and he's not in the broom closet, all panic breaks loose

Lexi gets sensory overload sometimes (mainly auditory and tactile). He's got a weighted blanket and earmuffs for this, and when it happens he doesn't like anybody touching him--except for Martin and the boss, of course

Thiago makes hot chocolate for Stefan whether he's down. Kostas usually ends up joining them, and they sit on the veranda and drink hot chocolate together like the lil' family they are

After his ACL injury, Joel became restless because he couldn't do all the outdoorsy stuff he liked (climbing trees, walks in the nearby woods, etc. Cue the Double Dutch (Cody and Ryan) sneaking him off in a wheelchair to go birding in the forest...and immediately getting grounded by Virgil when they got home

After the Southampton game, Joey G made a list of teammates who'd scored before him (including Ali and 18-year-old Jayden). Bobby (Clark) and Trey found that list, declared it as bullcrap, and burned it down in front of Joey G while singing about the day he would score his first goal and silence his haters

Adrian has a way with words. He'd not usually the first person anyone goes to when they're upset, but he's a great comforter and cheerleader

Darwizzy will stop at nothing to cheer up the other guys, including blasting Drake through the speakers to get their minds off of it

When Milly was still on the team, Trentski used to sleep with him when the fan comments became too much. Now that Milly's gone, he moves in with Robbo when that happens, but still sleeps with Milly's old Leeds scarf (wink wink @millythegoat)

all for now...but i'll tag you if i find some more for a part 2

@gecswriting @bobbybecker-21 @ballsbalb @liverpool-enjoyer @snuuysideup @alissonbear-ker @alissonbecksfan234 @moomin279 @dsenotmtaetr

#liverpool fc #lfc #liverpool #soccer fanfiction by lynn

[unlikely-alliance]

finished s1 of smallville today, took some miscellaneous notes / reactions throughout the season & posting below the cut mostly for me but also it’s possible someone may get a good laugh

101

how tf old are these people??? clark is a hs freshman? lana was 3 when the meteor struck and lex was 9?

clark and lana are so stelena coded

clark and lex… 👀

this soundtrack SLAPS… everything by life house????? I’m alive

102

I didn’t know lex/lana were gonna have scenes so early 😭 I love them I fear

the soundtrack continues to slap

not the bug boy having a papa roach poster in his room—

103

lex telling lana his coffee is perfect when it’s not even remotely close to what he ordered 🥹

104

lizzy caplan????

it’s giving katherine impersonating elena

105

just read that people thought chloe was gonna eventually be lois lane (pen name) and this looks like a chloe/clark episode… inch resting

lex walking right up to martha while she’s using a chainsaw askdjsjhkska DUMBASS

lex to lana: I think you’re with the wrong guy (I know he means clark but STILL 😏)

106

ERIC CHRISTIAN OLSEN??!!!?!!)!()(??????!!!?

does… does jonathan kent die at some point?

clark telling lex to drive slower because he could get hurt 🥺

“I think that’s your destiny clark, to help people, to save them from fear and darkness”

drowning in the corn tank… very a quiet place of them

107

AMY ADAMS??!!???!!?! what is going AWN

I have to admit I do see the appeal of clark/chloe and if I was watching this in 2001 I def would have shipped them

I can’t believe clark, lana, chloe and crew are genuinely supposed to be 14/15 right now and lex is like 20 asgjgkkf

clark making a drive in movie for lana at the kent farm for her bday— I’m not crying you are !!!

108

the candyman????? who was casting this show

awfully convenient that the next time clark had to save lex he was being affected by kryptonite… lucky this time

109

wow they’re really making chloe/clark/lana a triangle huh

110

clark interrogating lex about his new girlfriend saying ‘she doesn’t seem like your type’ and lex smirking at him for 5 seconds straight… what are they doinggggggg

I can’t even be mad at amy because I too would have an obsessive crush on lex if my mom was his housekeeper

111

clark liking chloe’s kiss… now they’re just taunting the chlark shippers

112

hellooooo shawn ashmore 😏

oh shit he absorbed clark’s powers

113

chloe interviewing lex & giving him shit… it’s giving 50 shades of gray I’m sorry

oh the clark/chloe angst… ‘I should’ve gotten to her’ while watching her in the hospital… it’s so good 😩🤌

whitney has powers now… inch resting

lex to clark: a man is measured by the quality of his friends

lana making lex proud with her business proposal 🥰🥰🥰

lex telling lana “this will be the beginning of an interesting partnership” in the same building where her parents met… that’s endgame ish right there

114

more clark/chloe angst with chloe prying into clark’s past and him telling her he’s not some mystery for her to solve… I’m sorry but they’re serving

lex working overtime to do damage control (mostly with the kents) every episode is so funny, give that boy a break

115

honest to god some of the special effects on this show are better than ones nowadays

jonathan belching directly into lex’s face… absolutely the highlight of the season

pete and chloe were carryingggg the walk n talk scenes on this show… west wing who??

this episode is fun (except for the creepy sexualization of 15 year old lana part, very riverdale of them)

this lex/lana scene ooooh they have the SPICE and lex seeing right through her act 🥺🥺

116

ryan outing chloe’s crush on clark we love to see it

117

this is a good episode idk what imdb is talking about rating it in the low 7s… the jonathan/clark (+lex/whitney) father/son drama is so good

118

clark kent 4 president <3

no but I love this girl who’s running against him

I’m sorry but clark/chloe have soooo much chemistry I’m so mad asdhhdd

how many people in this show are gonna be straight up murdered???? jesus

not clark telling chloe that she’s been the only constant in his life 🥺🥺

lex being proud of lana scheming 🥰

lana: I enjoyed being underhanded clark: lana lang being seduced by the dark side? <— foreshadowing? 👀

119

helloooo adam brody 🥰

air force recruiter to clark: I see you in a uniform flying 💀

chloe using adam brody to make clark jealous… she’s living my dream

CLARK ADMITTING HE WAS JEALOUS 🆘🆘🆘🆘

THE PRINCIPAL HIT ADAM BRODY???????

not this lex/pamela family drama making me cry—

the oc showrunners probably saw adam brody with chloe and said ‘get a blonde with short spiky hair for him STAT’ and brought anna in

clark grabbing chloe’s hand !!!!!!!!!! I’M GONNA SPIRAL

120

damn they really loved making chloe a damsel in distress huh

chloe was clark’s first kiss 😭😭😭

ok so someone was def trying to lure clark out huh

I liked lex’s line about the stars’ light reaching them now even though they died a thousand years ago / the past always having an effect on the present

the way clark says “hey 😐 … HEY 🥰😊” every time he sees chloe

not this john mayer song during this clark/chloe scene——— they were made for me I fear

121

clark’s truck blowing up ahdhshshsh my jaw DROPPED

I’ll say it… clark and chloe are steroline coded

why is this lana/whitney goodbye scene making me tear up 🫣

REMY ZERO PERFORMING AT THE DANCE !!!! and he looks just like lex lmfao

oh the drama!!! they simply don’t do season finales like this anymore

lex not saving his father… that shit was scury

+ misc tweets of mine throughout the season:

I hope the music supervisor of smallville s1 has a cold pillow every night and they have everything they ever wanted in life

really struggling with the fact that I ship lex/lana so much already and it’s only s1 and he’s supposed to be 20 while she’s 15???? this is horrible. like how have smallville fans coped with this over the years? I can suspend disbelief to a certain point but damn. this show is the worst case of casting 20+ year olds to play high schoolers I’ve ever seen no doubt

smallville 1x07 just ended with hero by enrique iglesias and then 1x08 opened with pacific coast party by smash mouth… yeah this show officially has the best soundtrack of all time

I’m only on ep 3 of smallville but clark/lana/lex is feeling very much like stefan/elena/damon

no one told me the smallville soundtrack was gonna slap this hard

#natalie watches smallville #I’m having so much fun #but also they absolutely do not seem like high school freshman and I just cannot get over it #smallville

[dd122004dd]

The Goddess of my Heart

Hope Mikaelson tore apart the earth looking for Ryan Clarke but she was in for a big surprise when she finally found him.

The inspo for the mansion are from here:

https://www.thearchaeologist.org/blog/villa-krylos-a-greek-classically-inspired-house-in-french-riviera

Warnings: Mentions of murder, pain, torture, torture with magic, kidnapping,

~

It had taken Hope months to finally track down Ryan. It was as if he’d completely disappeared from the face of the Earth after he turned human.

She’d been looking for him because if anyone knew who the original vampire, werewolf and witch who created Malivore were, it was him. 

She found him in the most unexpected place, The city of love, Paris. 

Compelling a seat on an airplane was child’s play. She set herself up at one of the city’s multiple hotels before casting a spell to locate the newly mortal man but something seemed to be interfering with her magic so after trying repeatedly she gave up before looking for him the old-fashioned way, asking around.

‘Asking’ was putting it politely, she more-likely threatened the safety of multiple supernatural beings before a vampire finally caved and revealed that he was living at a mansion in Paris.

~

She arrived at the mansion, observing the large stature of the building. Though it was in Paris it opted for a Greek architectural style.

The mansion was large and white with three floors and a beautiful garden of olive trees surrounding it. It felt as though one was transported to Greece even though they were still in France.

The ground floor had an open courtyard. The walls and floors mirrored the Greek beliefs with classical Greek motifs depicting stories of the gods and mythical animals.

Stars and constellations decorated the high ceilings of the mansion, inspired by the Greek’s fascination with astrology.

Stately marble columns went through the mansion, making it feel airy and open. The mansion was sparsely decorated, focusing on a minimalist style that showcased the symmetry of the mansion.

Hope would have admired the gorgeous mansion if she were not on a mission.

She barged into the mansion, surprised that it did not keep her out. She was hit by strong magic in the air but never the less, she kept moving, trying to find the elusive man she was looking for.

Alas, the lack of presence in the mansion should have been her first red flag since only after a few moments the young tribrid was knocked out cold.

~

When she came to, she noticed that her surroundings were much darker, few candles flickered in the room she was kept in. She found herself lying in a wooden cot with none of her belongings, excluding her clothes.

She quickly jumped out of the cot before approaching the open doorway. Just as she was about to slip out a voice startled her, “I wouldn’t do that, youngling.”

She stared at the man, unimpressed. He was tall with curly blond hair and pale skin. He looked as if he’d stepped out of a time machine from  Ancient Greece, wearing nothing but a toga and a golden belt with his sword attached to his waist. He stood a few feet away from the entrance of the door, grinning widely.

“Really, why shouldn’t I? And who the hell are you?”

“No one, but try it, be my guest,” he said gesturing towards the doorway.

Hope approached the doorway cautiously, her hand raised as she exited the doorway when another voice broke through the silence.

“Now, now don’t trouble our guest, Ambrose, our mistress wants her unharmed.”

“But Caliopeee! I just wanted to have some fun with the ‘great and powerful tribirid!” Ambrose whined, seeming miles away from the serious man he was a few moments ago.

Out from the shadows emerged a beautifully tanned woman with long black hair and a pair of dark brown jeans with a leather belt for her swords around her waist, she strode next to the man with confidence. She waved her hand in front of the doorway, causing it to shimmer as the barrier between Hope and the pair dissolved.

“Come, the mistress wants to see you, tribrid. I must warn you, though, if you harm anyone within these walls, you will be denied what you seek.” Caliope spoke while leading the way down the halls to where Hope presumed her ‘mistress’ was.

“Oh, and how do you know what I ‘seek’?” She asked sarcastically.

“Supernaturals talk, especially when a stranger comes here, demanding information. It wasn’t until you started leaving a trail of blood that you truly caught our attention, Hope Mikaelson.” Ambrose answered, his voice grim.

Hope was silent as they finally reached a huge room, which seemed like a throne room. It was quite large with carved marble pillars on either end of the room with a throne at one end of the room.

On the throne sat a woman with a long, flowy Grecian styled dress, it was a soft pink color with a gauzy layer on top that made it seem like the woman was almost glowing. She sat on the throne as if she belonged there. Her grin was carefree on the surface but Hope could see that the woman was perhaps more dangerous than anyone she’d come across. Something about the seemingly harmless woman put her on edge.

“So, why did you so nicely ‘invite’ me here?” Hope asked rudely.

“Invite you, young tribrid? I think you’re forgetting that you attempted to break into my home. I do not take very well to intruders, and certainly not intruders who seek to take what is mine.” The woman answered with authority.

“What is yours?” Hope questioned, confused.

“You will know, soon enough,” she answered ominously, “You seek to find Ryan Clarke, the creation of Malivore, the mud-man who became a man.”

“Since you know what I’m looking for, let’s cut this short. Where is he?” Hope asked, impatiently. 

The woman merely smiled before raising her palm, as if she was asking someone to take her hand.

From behind her throne, he emerged, the one Hope tore the city apart looking for. He wore a toga which complimented his shape, his broad shoulders seemed to be perfectly molded for the cloth. His skin seemed to be glowing, radiant, unlike any human’s she had seen before. He seemed almost ethereal. He stood behind the woman’s throne, holding her uplifted hand. 

Grinning at Hope he asked her, “Why are you here, Mikaelson?”

“I was just in the neighbourhood, so thought I’d drop by. I see you’ve made some powerful friends here.”

“Cut the crap, Mikaelson. Tell me why you’re here.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely, I’m hunting down the werewolf, vampire and witch who created Malivore.”

“Why?” he asked, his voice slightly hitching. He’d thought that that part of his life was long behind him after he found his goddess but here she was, Hope Mikaelson, his brother’s lover, asking him to hunt the very people who created the bane of his existence.

“Simple, to kill them,” she answered nonchalantly.

“And what if I refuse?” He asked, unwilling to look away from the glare she gave him after those words slipped past his lips.

“If you refuse, I will kill each and every person in this mansion, starting with the little woman whose hand you’re clutching so pathetically.”

As soon as her answer was heard she was thrown back by an invisible force. She tried to break free or use her magic but she was unable to.

The woman on the throne glared at her threateningly, her eyes were now a molten gold, there were no irises left only swirling gold covered the entirety of her eyes.

“HOW DARE YOU?!” She thundered.

“HOW DARE YOU THREATEN MY REGENT, MY PEOPLE, MY EMPIRE WITH YOUR MEASLEY POWERS?!” She raised her hand, pressing Hope deeper into the wall, cracks forming around her from the sheer force.

“HOW DARE YOU COME HERE ARROGANTLY AND TRY TO DEMAND ANYTHING WHEN YOU SHOULD BE ON YOUR KNEES, BEGGING FOR ME TO SPARE YOUR LIFE?!” The goddess pushed forward, clenching her palm as she watched Hope Mikaelson cough up blood.

“Wh-Who? Wh-Who are y-you?” She rasped out.

“I am the Goddess Y/N, but you may know me more commonly by the name, Hecatae, Goddess of magic and you have trespassed into my territory, into my home, young tribrid. I am the progenitor of all magic, of all witches. My power flows through them and theirs through me and at this moment, you have no magic.” The woman revealed.

Hope stared widely at the woman in front of her. She was a Goddess?

“I-I,” she stammered.

“You-You what? Are you scared now?” The Goddess mocked.

“As much as I enjoy you hurting our dear guest, I think you should let her go, she is after all the only thing that can defeat Malivore if he returns and also her humanity is off.”

“Her humanity being on or off is of no concern to me. First I’m going to teach this tribrid some respect then because I’m so gracious, I’m going to grant her a wish,” saying this the Goddess once again turned to Hope, a wicked grin on her face as she raised her second hand and brought both of her hands together.

Hope screamed in pain as each and every bone in her body was broken, her brain suffering aneurysm after aneurysm.

After what felt like an eternity the pain finally stopped and the tribrid was left a sobbing mound on the marble floor.

The Goddess sighed before healing the young girl.

She went back to her throne. Sitting on it she leaned forward and said, “I shall allow my Regent to accompany you on your little adventure but if a single strand of curly dark hair is harmed, you will answer to me and trust me, the pain you just felt cannot compare to the eternity of pain I will shower upon you.”

Numbly nodding Hope turned to leave the room when a question popped into her mind.

“How do you know Ryan Clarke?”

“How do I know Ryan Clarke? Why wouldn’t I know my own soulmate? The one who has a piece of my soul?” she said, grinning at the shocked tribrid.

#Ryan Clarke #ryan clarke x reader #ryan+clarke+x+reader #ryan clarke fluff #Ryan Clarke angst #Legacies #legacies masterlist #legacies x reader #legacies reader insert #goddess!reader #reader!goddess #goddess #greek goddess #greek goddes!reader #OC #soulmate #Soulbond #soulmate au #soulmarks #Ryan Clarke Soulmate #Ryan Clarke Soulmate AU #tw threats #threat #threathening #Magic #tw torture #tw kidnapping #tw pain #pain

[zalrb]

what ships do you think had the chemistry leyton was supposed to have?

The usual suspects. Like, I said this in my post breaking down why they don’t work, Hilarie doesn’t bring out sincerity in Chad the way that Sophia can so for the destiny-soulmates-it’s-always-you-it-has-to-be-you-it’s-cosmic-it’s-transcendental intensity ... this

is subpar.

Give me some Max and Liz shit.

Give me this

Give me that Lana and Clark

Give me that Ash and Michael

Give me that Ryan and Marissa

Because  this

when there’s this?

this

compared to this?

this

should be this

for softer Leyton, which in a way is meant to be as intense as their angst because they’re just SO in love and which I said once again in my chemistry breakdown just comes across as performative and playing at being happy

give me that Evak shit

why am I going to believe this

when this exists in the world

this

when I have this

give me this

#i legit forget about leyton until i have to talk about them #and then i'm just like AND WE COULD'VE HAD BRUCAS? #ugh

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Hallelujah coming home Hallelujah he's dead and gone

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/oRPgAFf by PerconnesInconnu “It’s okay to let go, Tim,” Bruce said softly, looking at him over the fire. “You’ve done so much and I am so, so proud of you.” A sob built up in the back of his throat. “I don’t know if I can. Let go,” The fire crackled again, sending a shower of sparks into the sky. “I’ve never- I’ve never been allowed to. I don’t think I can. I didn’t do enough.” Words: 1767, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Red Robin (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Mentioned green arrow, Mentioned Martian Manhunter - Character Relationships: Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Tim Drake is Not Okay, Tim Drake is a Menace, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Tim Drake Dies, medical ACCURACIES, i did my research, TEN YEARS OF IT, IN FANFIC-ABAN, Tim Drake Angst, Bruce Wayne Angst, title inspired not by a jason isbell song, but by a ryan bingham song, Tim Drake Gets a Hug read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/oRPgAFf

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

[nayanuwa]

So Clarke wasn’t in the last Legacies episode at all... and ugh, I’m starting to worry that he really is dead. 

I genuinely hope that’s not the case; he’s easily the best antagonist character they’ve had by a longshot, with a complex backstory that spans a season and a half. It would be a waste of a good character to get rid of him. Especially since he says himself he doesn’t really want to be a villain, and has an entire redemption arc waiting for right moment to show up.

But, I still have hope that the Necromancer will raise him from the dead; there’s a lot of opportunity and reason to do that, so *fingers crossed*. 

#legacies #hope x clarke #holarke #ryan clarke #text #when did this become literally all I care about with regards to legacies #ugh me #at least the hosie was great this episode? #I think I'm finally understanding rarepair angst #this is easily the most dynamic relationship on the show right now #and yet not that many people seem to care? #I remain baffled #I'm used to shipping things that will never become canon #that's fine #but this one.... really should #even if it takes a season or two #and it's crazy to me that so few other fans seems to feel the same way

[oneirataxiahiraeth]

Rendezvous

Pairings : fem!reader x RyanClarke

Warnings : swearing, smut, fingering, Ora (m.), a bit of angst ig, lying, p in v, idk what else

Word count : a little over 1k

Request : Cool so I was wondering if the when your not busy if you could possibly do a ryan Clarke x reader smut maybe like she goes to Salvatore boarding school and is freinds with hope or somthing || @lucciolaraven

…..

You wouldn’t saying you were staring… necessarily. You were just gazing… and occasionally failing to blink. It was totally normal, and it happened to everyone now and then, it wasn’t weird. And if you’re totally non weird normal gazing we’re to be questioned, you’d just say you were zoned out.

He was talking. You hadn’t much interest in what he was saying, mind stuck in other things. How his lips formed certain words and how the pink tint of your chapstick was pressed into the soft flesh of his mouth. It looked natural, and it was barely noticeable. He was explaining himself to Alaric on how another one of your tasks failed, and how he wasn’t the problem. Basically pleading for his life and all you could do was think about how in a way… it was all his fault.

“Fuck” you moaned, his hand covering your mouth, keeping you quiet as you squirm against his touch. You back pressed into his chest, his other hand settled in your panties as his fingers continuously buried themselves in your warm cunt.

“Shhh, don’t want to get caught now do we?” He whispered in your ear, teeth nibbling at your earlobe. Your hand grinding against his fingers, pushing him deeper as his fingers pumped into you a bit faster. You can’t clenching his fingers, your fingers squeezing the arm across your body, in need to hold on to something as you felt that immense pressure threatening to flood through you.

Everyone was standing around the office, bummed looks on their faces as they lost yet another battle. Everyone looking for someone to pin the blame on. Hope shaking her head as she regretting even talking everyone into letting him go. You said it was a bad idea, and she should’ve listened to you. Lizzie and Caleb giving him a glare so deadly that you weren’t entirely sure looks couldn’t kill.

The whole super squad waiting to hear the sentencing of Ryan Clarke. You were just waiting for your turn to speak.

“Can anyone vouch for you?” Hope asked, hoping she wasn’t wrong about him, but the disappointment in her voice very apparent.

“I- I uhm,” he was hesitant, eyes flashing to you. He knew what would happen to him if he told the truth. What really happened in that library this weekend. What would happen to both of you.

“Y/N?” Josie spoke up, seeing how his eyes kept slipping over to you. A light blush rushing his cheeks, you blinked out of the slight trance you were in, looking around to the entire room looking at you, waiting for a confirmation of denial.

“… y-yeah, I can vouch.” You spoke softly, avoiding any eye contact with him, but you could easily see the slight smirk appearing on his cherry pink lips. “We were in he library… researching.” You commented, guilt ridden in your voice.

His head leaning against the book shelf, knocking a few onto the ground on the other side of the shelf. Your soft glossy eyes looking innocently up at him as you kitten licked the tip of his cock, collecting the salty taste of his precum on your tongue. His length slick with your spit as you sucked him off until he understood how hard it was to stay silent in certain conditions.

“You’re so good at that.” He groaned lowly, hips bucking into your hand as you squeezed a little harder around him.

You batted your eyelashes at him a few times before taking him back into your mouth, taking as much of him as you could until he was pushing the back of your throat. Your head bobbing along his length, earning a deep groan from his throat. You moan around him, sending shivers down his spin, chest heaving, a light sweat building on his forehead.

“I’m close.” He groaned, a hand resting behind your head, not guiding, but just following as you moved. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.”

“Researching?” Professor Saltzman questioned. Your arms crossed over you chest, nervous habit, as you nodded.

“We cleared our area, found nothing. I uhm, I figured if we found out more about what we were looking for it might give us some ideas.” You nodded.

“And you noticed nothing weird at all?” Dorian asked, trying to wrap his head around the situation.

“Nothing.” You shook your head.

Everyone just looked utterly defeated. No one quiet sure what to say. If they couldn’t blame Clarke then what went wrong?

“So you weren’t answering my texts because you were with him?” Lizzie spoke up, a different tone in her voice. More offended that you would ignore her just because you were with him. She weirdly felt disrespected. Disgusted.

“I didn’t have service…” you lied. Hope narrowing her eyes at you, your heartbeat running rapid, but it felt like only she could hear it.

You and hope had been friends she she first came to this school. You would visit her room every night before bed, brining chocolate chip cookies yours brother would send you that you snuck around so no one would try to take any. You grew to be best friends. Almost inseparable. She asked you to stick with Ryan for the particular mission, for a multitude of reasons. She wanted to watch out for Landon… make sure he didn’t do anything stupid to get himself hurt… and because you could handle him if he were to step out of line. You were the only one she trusted, simply because of your strong dislike that you expressed every time he was brought up into conversation.

She could read you like a book, and right now, she skimming thought the pages trying to decipher why you seemed so… off.

“My service was fine.” Landon shrugged. “Ralph and I were texting back and forth the entire time….”

“Yeah, same…” MG crossed his arms as everyone began to nod in agreement.

“Maybe it was just bad service in the library then.” You cleared your throat.

“Yeah… maybe…” hope hummed, her tone suspicious.

“Oh my fuck, harder.” You moaned, the pads of your fingers digging into his back as he pounding into you. You stomach clenching tighter as you felt the pressure building in your cunt.

“God, your so tight.” He grumbled, thrusting into you with a bit more force than before.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, muffling your moans as you committed the worst of sins. Legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him closer and allowing him to fuck into you at a deeper angle. His hips stuttering as he tried keeping his pace up.

You were slurring your words together in praising moans, absolutely disconnected from reality, only thing on your mind is the high he was bringing you. Neither of you caring about how loud you were being, or how offtrack you were. You were supposed to be searching for god knows what, and somehow you ended up half naked in a library with the guy you claimed to depose most in the world. Something about how wrong it was fueling your drive.

“Fine.” Alaric let out a defeated sigh after a long moment of silence. Everyone just staring at each other debating on what to do about the situation. “Whatever it was that happened…. We’ll deal with it tomorrow. You all look like hell, I feel like hell, we’re all exhausted. Just go to bed, and try to relax, wind down a bit.” He spoke, standing from his desk.

“Yeah, don’t have to tell me twice.” Caleb scoffed, already moving to walk out of the office.

“Goodnight, Mr.Saltzman.” MG sighed, still bummed that the plan hadn’t worked the way you all desperately needed it to.

Everyone bidding their farewells, before making their way out of the office. Hope still watching you with narrowed eyes as you waited for her in the hall. Ryan walking out before her, eyes connecting, him sending a wink, before hope wrapped her hand around his arm, dragging him over the the corner you were standing in.

“Go ahead” she spoke, crossing her arms as she pushed him towards you. Your heart running rapid once more, fearing for your actual life.

“W-what?” Your body stiffened.

“What really happened today? I heard your heartbeat in their, y/n, you weren’t telling the truth. Something else happened in the library, didn’t it?”

“Fuck Clarke, I’m so close.” You cried, eyes fluttering closed as you felt your demise coming.

“I can fucking feel you, sweetheart.” He groaned.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You crossed your arms.

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“Why does it sound like your accusing me of something?” You scoffed.

“We’ve been friends for years, y/n, I can easily see through your bullshit.” Her eyes rolled, her arms crossing. Ryan watching in absolute awe of how the two of you mirrored each other. The way you spoke, the faces you made with you were angry, the way you stood with you arms crossed.

“There’s no bullshit to see through.”

You moaned out his name as your cunt convulsed around his cock, your hips jerking forward as you came around him. His stroke slow and deeper as he found himself following you in you pathetic attempts to keep your composure.

“You sound so hot with my name in your mouth.” He groaned, as you both came down from your highs. Heavy eyelids, and mind still spinning back into place.

He made sure you were ready before pulling out of you, earning a high pitched whimper at the loss of warmth. Both of you still trying to keep your breathing controlled. For a second his eyes caught yours and something came over both of you. Your lips connected, softly, moving in perfect sync. What started as a mistake and just purely out of lust, turned into something a little bit more. His hand wrapping around your neck, as you moaned a bit more into the kiss.

You two didn’t stop until the loud bang sounding off in the hallway. You broke apart, pausing for a moment in fear before hearing the more terrific screech sound in your entire life. The ceiling shaking, and books began to fall off of the shelves. Both of you immediately began to put yourselves back together before heading out of the library as quickly as you could. Everyone already running down the hall, hope grabbing your hand, dragging you along to keep you at her pace as you frantically asked what was going on.

“I can hear your heartbeat, y/n, your lying… about something.”

“Or maybe I’m just super freaked out about what happened today?” You scoffed. You hated lying to hope. But you had no idea how she would’ve reacted to what happened in the library today.

“Fine. Ryan-” her head whipped to the wide eyed mud man. “What happened today, and if you lie to me, I’ll kill you.” She spoke.

“Hope.” You spoke sternly.

“Go on, Clarke.” She ignored you. His eyes flashed nervously between you and the hybrid.

“It’s exactly what she said happened, hope.” He spoke.

“Do you want to die?”

“Not really…” he cleared his throat. “I’m telling the truth.” He sighed.

“Fine.” She grumbled. “I’ll find out what your hiding.” Her gaze turned back to you. “We both know I will.”

“I hope you find what you’re looking for.” Your eyes rolled, pushing past the redhead.

She was no doubt going to find out. You couldn’t hide anything from her. And when she found out, your were going to be ten times past screwed.

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