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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Anonymous: sub Miranda priestly? 👀🙏❤

Fuck yeah! I’ve always had a head canon that she’s a sub. She’s just incredibly stressed and definitely needs to be taken care of. Reader, as usual, is gender neutral. Let’s get into it!

You had been Miranda’s assistant for much longer than most. You attribute your staying power to the fact that you just don’t really care about wearing expensive clothing and the latest styles. You want to be true to yourself. You don’t care if you fit in with everyone else’s expectations. Of course you dress professionally, but you don’t go overboard. You’ve done your research and understand the business, however, you’re not getting discouraged and drained by it. You’re confident in yourself and don’t feel the need to put up a facade.

Sure. Nigel and Emily tease you. But slowly, they’ve come to accept you for who you are. You three often go out for drinks after work.

Miranda, however, has apparently not warmed up to you as much. (That’s actually not true, though. She’s just really good at hiding her attraction to you.) She still won’t call you by your actual name and sends you on ridiculous errands. But, she has also started asking for you to bring the book by the house. She only sends people she trusts with the book. You’re honored.

Today, Miranda is in a much worse mood than usual.

You, Emily, and Nigel are chatting and making each other laugh when Miranda arrives. She’s half an hour later than she typically is and that’s seemingly contributing to her frustration.

She storms in and flings her jacket on your desk, unintentionally knocking Nigel’s scalding hot cup of coffee all over the front of your shirt and in your lap.

If Miranda noticed what she did, she didn’t acknowledge it. She goes right into her office and closes the door.

You hiss in agony as you bite back some cuss words.

Nigel gasps and immediately grabs some tissues to try and soak up the spill on your desk. “Are you okay, Y/N?” He asks, horrified.

“Yeah, Nigel. I’m fine… But, I can’t walk around like this all day.” You say and grimace at your stained clothes. “What the hell am I going to do? I don’t have the time to run home and change.” You ask.

Nigel looks at Miranda’s closed office door. He can tell she’s going to be a while. He turns back and grins at you. “Where do you think you are, Y/N?” He says… And immediately decides to make you his next project.

Nigel gives you tons of clothes to try on. You tell him he’s going overboard, but he just glares at you and you shut up.

By the time you’re done, Nigel has picked out the perfect sleek suit for you to wear. He helps you style your hair and tells you to go look at yourself in the mirror.

“Wow… That’s me?” You ask in shock. You look like a completely different person.

Nigel nods with a pleased smile. “It’s certainly an improvement.” He says jokingly. “Keep up that usual confidence and people are going to think you own Runway.” He winks.

“Thanks, Nigel. I really appreciate it.” You tell him.

“Don’t thank me, I was just tired of seeing you dress like an accountant.” He says, crinkling his nose.

You roll your eyes and get back to the office. As you walk in, Emily almost spits out the tea she was drinking before she starts coughing violently.

You raise a perplexed eyebrow. Emily’s cheeks are burning. “What is it, Em?” You ask.

Emily composes herself and clears her throat. “So, you actually look decent for once. Hell must have just frozen over.” She says, trying to seem disinterested in how great you look in your new outfit.

“Haha, very funny.” You say and go to sit back at your desk.

Before long, you hear Miranda’s voice from her office. “Emily.” She says. You huff. She said it in the tone she uses when she means you.

You quickly get up and walk in with a notepad and pen. “Yes, Miranda?” You ask and look down at the paper to get ready to jot some stuff down.

Miranda doesn’t speak immediately.

The silence makes you look up at her in confusion.

Miranda’s face can’t hide the shock she clearly feels. Damn. You look really hot. She can’t help but wonder how much better it would look off of you, though… With your hands exploring her body… Shit! Pull yourself together, Miranda! She thinks harshly to herself and tries to snap out of the trance you’ve put her in.

She knows what a heartthrob you are (She’s not dumb), but this… This is just not fair to suddenly spring on her.

You clear your throat after Miranda’s been staring at you for a while.

The editor slightly shakes her head before her brain gets the message to start working once again. “Get Marc on the phone and make a reservation at that place I like. And Patricia needs to be picked up from the groomers.” She says in her calm, but demanding voice. Her momentary internal freak out has finally passed.

You nod. “I’m on it.” You say quickly and leave.

Miranda clenches her jaw. This is Nigel’s doing, she’s sure of it.

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The rest of the day goes by routinely. Impossible demands are met and you take great pleasure in your efficiency. Later on, Miranda leaves for the day and you finish up some work before going to take the book over.

You get to the townhouse and enter… However, there is an immediate and noticeable tension. Something is wrong. You hear a man’s furious voice and… Miranda’s. You can tell she’s trying to placate whoever she’s talking to, but the man’s voice only grows louder. You’ve never heard Miranda so… Shaken up. You look up at the stairway balcony and see two frightened little redheads peeking their faces out at you. They are silently pleading with you to do something.

Your vision goes red. You stomp up the stairway and make your way to the sound of Miranda’s voice. She sounds… Scared. You turn the corner and see a man, about Miranda’s age, yelling and berating her. You’re almost positive that this is her husband. You and Miranda’s eyes meet. She is so relieved to see you.

The man reaches out to grab Miranda’s arm roughly, but you immediately pull him back by his collar before he can lay his disgusting hand on her. You shove him hard up against the wall, seething. “Alright, you’re done, asshole! Let’s go!” You tell him and drag him harshly down the stairs with your arm tightly around his neck.

“Who the fuck are you?!” He shouts, grunting in pain from your iron grip.

“Your worst fucking nightmare if you continue to make bad choices.” You say darkly. “If I see you back here again we’re going to have a problem. Get it?” You ask and violently shove him down the townhouse’s front steps.

The man stumbles and trips over himself. He splutters as he gets up and looks at you stupidly.

“Beat it!” You yell at him.

The man sees the rage in your eyes and decides to get going. He’s not going to mess with you.

You watch as he leaves like a pathetic idiot. You make sure that he’s gone before closing the front door, locking it, and sighing. You turn around and see Miranda at the top of the stairs.

Her eyes are red from crying and she looks so… Vulnerable.

Cassidy and Caroline begin to sob as they hurry over to hug their mother.

“It’s okay, bobbseys. Mommy’s here.” She assures. Wow. Her voice is so soft and warm right now. You… Love the sound of it like this. It’s comforting.

You quietly make your way up the stairs. “Are you all okay?” You ask gently.

Miranda sees you approaching and begins bawling herself. She reaches out to pull you into a group hug with the girls. “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you.” She says.

Your eyes grow wide. You’ve never heard her say thank you before. You enjoy the feeling of them all in your arms. You could certainly get used to this.

You four finally pull away from each other, but Cassidy immediately clings to your side. She feels safe with you. Not to be outdone, Caroline quickly grabs onto your other side. You look to Miranda in astonishment and she can’t help but chuckle tearily as she looks at the shock on your face.

“I would say that you have won these two over.” She says with a smile and looks at her precious daughters.

You decide that you rather like the idea of the girls approving of you.

Miranda leads you all to the girls’ bedroom and Caroline and Cassidy immediately hop in the same bed and cuddle with each other. Miranda tucks them in and sits on the edge next to them. “Now, bobbseys. I know that was very scary.” She says. “But Y/N protected us.” She says and looks at you in gratitude.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Caroline says.

“Yeah, thanks, Y/N!” Cassidy eagerly adds.

You blush intensely. “My pleasure.” You mumble out, embarrassed.

“Stephen will not be a problem any longer.” Miranda says, looking back at the girls. First thing in the morning, she’s filing divorce papers against that son of a bitch. A restraining order too.

“So, Stephen’s not going to live here anymore?” Caroline asks.

Miranda cups her face. “No, he won’t, bobbsey.” Miranda promises.

Caroline nods, feeling relieved.

“Now, would you like a song to help you fall asleep?” Miranda entices.

The girls eagerly nod.

Miranda turns to you and pats the bed next to her. You quickly take a seat and can feel her lightly leaning against you. She’s so warm. She gently holds your hand and squeezes it.

Miranda sings a beautiful Yiddish lullaby. You are once again falling in love with her voice. You could listen to it constantly.

The girls are soothed by their mother’s singing. They quickly fall asleep.

Miranda ends the song and kisses each daughter on the head before standing up and guiding you out of the room. She turns off the lights and closes the door.

Miranda grabs your hand and leads you to her bedroom. “Y/N, I… I can’t thank you enough.” Miranda says, breaking down once again.

You wrap her in a hug. “Hey, it’s all going to be okay.” You tell her and rub her back.

Miranda lets herself cry for a minute and you calmly whisper soft reassurances in her ear. You will never let anything harm her or the girls again. Something about your dynamic with them has completely changed. You will protect them with your life from here on out.

After Miranda has allowed herself some time to cry, she suddenly pulls back and looks at you closely.

You look back at her. “Miranda?” You ask.

“I… Feel safe… With you, Y/N.” Miranda reveals. She’s just pinpointed why she loves being around you. Every time at work when Miranda has forgotten something or made a tiny mistake, you swoop in and fix it… And now… This. You’re like her own personal superhero.

Miranda’s statement makes your heart rate pick up. You love that you make her feel secure.

“I think that… I haven’t felt truly safe and protected like this since I lost my father.” Miranda realizes and looks you in the eye. “I… Want you here with me, Y/N. Please, will you stay tonight?” She pleads.

You had no intentions of leaving anyway. You wanted to make sure Stephen was really gone. You smile. “Absolutely. I’ll go sleep on the couch.” You tell her. “Good night, Mi-”

“No!” Miranda all but shrieks.

Your posture becomes rigid. Miranda’s never raised her voice before. It’s quite startling. You turn to look at her but Miranda suddenly cups your face.

“Please… Stay in here with me.” She begs.

You can’t say no to her. You nod. “Okay.” You agree.

Then… Something happens that totally changes you for good. Miranda leans forward and places a gentle kiss to your lips. Your brain short-circuits for a second before you kiss her back. Her lips are so velvety. You need more.

Miranda moans softly and it’s the most tantalizing thing you’ve ever heard. She pulls away and looks critically at you. “Nigel knew what he was doing when he dressed you.” She says with a small smirk. “What an evil way to torture me all day.” She whispers.

You laugh and wink. “You can blame yourself for that. You spilled coffee all over me.” You tell her.

Miranda is mortified. She doesn’t remember that. “I… What?” She asks, confused.

“Forget it. I’ll tell you later.” You grin and start to trail kisses down to the base of her throat.

Miranda whines as she grips your hair, wanting you to keep going. You carefully pick her up and lie her on the bed before positioning yourself on top of her. “Let me take your shirt off, doll baby.” You tell her and begin unbuttoning her fancy blouse.

Miranda all but melts as she sees the feral look in your eyes. This is what she needs. To be taken care of and… Completely worshipped.

Note: Haha, so no smut, but the unexpected dom/sub dynamics were really fun to work with on a more emotional level. Depending on if y'all like this one, I may write some smut for it. Hope you enjoyed this!

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#miranda priestly #the devil wears prada #dwp #miranda priestly x reader #devil wears prada #emily charlton #nigel kipling #caroline priestly #cassidy priestly #meryl streep #emily blunt #stanley tucci

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zeroth-writes · 7 months

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Healing Red -Noctis Lucis Caelum-

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Prompt: i have a request bout noct where the reader is a white magician, however her powers turn red n strong when shes angry or sad (like scarlet witch), that happens sumtimes and then, when noct is in great danger, she cant control it and unleashes a massive amount of power and saves him, the rest is up to u :)

Pairing: Noctis Lucis Caelum / Reader

Summary:

Word Count: 900 A/N: I haven’t seen the wandavision series or anything else besides the main marvel movies, so the beginning scene is kinda ‘inspired’ from the age of ultron movie.

For a split second, your heart stopped. In front of you was Noctis, lying face down in the dirt. A Yojimbo stood over him. His sword raised far over and behind his head, ready to strike the fallen prince.

Your muscles exhausted from the endless battle. All attempts to stand quickly halted. Either by an enemy striking you or your own body giving out.

You glance up just in time to see the deamons sword begin it’s long decent down. From your position on the ground your arm reaches forward, hoping to summon a barrier or something protective.

Yet nothing happened.

Your body ached with each movement you made. Even the attempt to use magic drained all the energy you had.

With your last bit of strength you managed to pull yourself up to your knees. Head hung low, long panicked breaths. With one final burst of energy, you let out a scream.

Nothing else could be heard over the loud screech released from your mouth. Around you the enemies begin to fall. Their weapons and armor hitting the ground with a loud clank of metal slamming against various materials and objects.

Once the noise you were creating stopped, Everything went dark.

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For what felt like hours, you felt yourself slipping in and out of consciousness. Drifting into the darkness only to feel yourself constantly being moved. Body carried in someone arms, resting on a leather seat, gently placed on a soft sofa.

Slowly you begin to wake up. The silent void replaced with distant. Voices became clearer as words started to connect. You were able to recognize the tones and place them to a person. Ignis.

“I’m not sure on their situation. They’ve been out since we found them.” For a minute he was silent before speaking again. “Yes. I’ll keep you updated, Goodbye.”

Your heart almost broke at the sad tone within his voice. The royal retainer let out a long sigh, likely pinching the bridge of his nose. Before anymore could be said the sound of a door opening came.

“Any updates?” Ignis asked the new person. “Nope, I’m guessing nothing from you.” A deep voice answered. “They haven’t made a peep since we got them here. Prompto has yet to return.”

A creak filled the room before footsteps became louder then stopped in front of you. A hand found itself on your head while a voice softly whispered to you.

You stir slightly at the contact, causing the person touching you to jump back.

“Y/n” Ignis spoke half worried and half excited. Slowly you begin to open your eyes as they adjust to the bright light surrounding you.

In front of you stood 2 different men, both looking with different expressions. Ignis stood worried as he was unaware of how you were feeling while Gladio was excited with a small smirk resting on his bearded face.

“Glad to see you awake”

Gladio spoke first while moving to sit next to you while Ignis began hounding you with various questions.

A loud gasp caught all of you attention. Turning toward the doorway a smile similar to before spreads across your face. Standing by the opening, still in his winter coat, stood Prompto. Tears filled his eyes as he rushes to you with open arms.

“Does that mean Noct is also awake?” He whispered

You quickly pulled away with a worried and shocked expression. Even though you’ve only been awake for a few minuets, you failed to worry about the missing person.

“What wrong with Noc?” You questioned looking in everyone’s direction for an answer. Simultaneously everyone glanced toward the closed door.

As you walked toward it, reasons began to spill out

“He never woke up. We found the both of you alone in a field. He had wounds all over him. You, not so much but still unconscious.”

You closed your eyes and remembered back to that night.

You and Noctis surrounded by enemies. You defeat one and two more materialize in its place. Before you knew it, you were completely swarmed. Everywhere you look was covered by the unmistakable purple haze of a deamon.

While they weren’t attacked you physically. The magic usage itself was tiring enough to make it difficult to stand on your own.

Soon you fall to your knees in exhaustion, causing all but a handful of enemies to turn their attention towards Noctis - who is just as exhausted as you.

As the hoard of enemies begin to clear away from the prince, you glance up to see the damage only to see him lying on the ground.

Your eyes snap open at the memory of your power blast filling your head. Your heart begins to ache once you realize, you did this to him. Not only did you kill the the enemies, you also hurt the one you were trying to protect and save.

In a rush, you hurl yourself on the floor to kneel in front of the sleeping prince. You hand clasps around his. The other stood back with a confused look resting on their faces at your sudden outburst.

That shocked turned to amazement as both your hands and his begin to glow and red hue. Silent filled the room as everyone observed your actions from a distance.

The long silent finally lifted as a long groan filled the room as Noctis sat up rubbing his head.

#Final Fantasy #final fantasy imagine #final fantasy imagines #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy xv #final fantasy xv imagine #final fantasy xv imagines #final fantasy xv x reader #Noctis Lucis Caelum #noctis lucis caelum imagine #noctis lucis caelum imagines #noctis lucis caelum x reader #requested #im sorry for the title. i had nothing

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yourdreamscenarios · 10 months

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When he wants to remain friends after breaking up I Part 2

∙ Request ♡ Can you write a second part for the previous scenario ‘when he wants to remain friends after breaking up’.

∙ Word count: 3,8K

“Did you read this?” Amanda asked, holding up her phone towards you so that you could see the article displayed on the screen. One look at it, and you knew exactly what it was about. Yes, you had read it, and then spend the next few hours trying the hardest you could to never think about it again, failing miserably. You weren’t supposed to read any of those things. You knew you were supposed to avoid those sites all together. Usually the only thing they contributed in this society were gossips and bullshit, drama and heartbreak. In this situation, it wasn’t any different. You hummed in response, looking down onto your own screen again, trying to seem uninterested.

It was a cloudy day, and you had a calm morning planned as there was nowhere else you needed to be right now. Nothing else you needed to do. No one else you had to think of. You had a photoshoot scheduled tonight, but you still had a few hours to kill until then. “I wonder if it’s true.” Amanda continued, her voice trailing off. And you knew, you knew with that she was tricking you into saying something on the matter. You knew she was trying to get you to speak your mind. Which was exactly what you didn’t want to do. Yet it was exactly what you did. Because how could you not? This revolved around you. It was all you had been able to think about for the past few days since this article had been posted, even though you had tried so damn hard not to.

“Ow sure. You wonder if it’s true if Jeon Jungkook told them he is still in love with his ex girlfriend or if they simply made it up? Well, why don’t you go ask him and put us both out of our misery then?” You snapped. As soon as the words left your mouth, you knew you shouldn’t have said them. Not only had they been rude and disrespectful. Not only was your tone snarky and dexterous. You had also just created a perfect opening for your friend to start up on a topic she had wanted to address for days now. You had given her a reason to speak up about something, or rather someone, you had tried to avoid talking about for almost two weeks now. And you had been so successful in it. Since the last time you’d seen him in the hallway backstage, you had been a master in avoiding Jeon Jungkook all together.

No more calls, no more texts, no more conversations about him, nothing. The only slip you’d made was with this article, and now it had come to bite you in the ass. Those stupid gossip articles, always dragging everyone along. “You know, I don’t understand why you’re doing this to yourself.” And with that she was off. You knew there was no way for you to escape this anymore. She had probably been brooding on this for days, waiting for the right time to tell you exactly what her thoughts were on the matter. Usually, you appreciated her advice. She was one of the people you could count on to help you think your way out of a nasty situation. Yet, this time, you’d rather she kept her tongue.

“Doing what exactly?” You couldn’t help but ask, because how could you not? How could someone not want to know what one had to say after an opening like that? Talking about a fresh break up was always a bad idea. Everything was still raw. The wounds still healing. Rubbing salt on them seemed the worst thing to do. Yet, here you were, on your couch, rubbing a lot of salt. “I mean, I get why you’re angry. God of course I do. That bastard deserves every second of this. But you, you don’t deserve any of this.” You sighed as you stopped pretending to be focused on anything else than the conversation at hand. Dropping your phone on the table in front of you, you dropped your head in your hands, wiping them across your face. Thinking about all of this was exhausting, talking about it, was absolutely draining.

“What do you mean?” You asked, knowing she was dying to give you the full explanation. Everyone had been dying to do so for weeks. Somehow, everyone was always ready to comment on other people’s relationships gone wrong. They always seemed to know better. Always thought there was something left to safe. “What I mean, is that it’s obvious you’ve been spending the past few weeks trying your hardest to forget about the one person you don’t want to live without. You’re miserable, he’s miserable. He should be, he’s the one who ended things…” You raised your eyebrows slightly at her poor choice of words. He’d dumped your ass, that was what he’d done. And the explanation he’d given you hadn’t made up for it.

“But you have a guy, almost begging you to take him back, and you refuse him because you think you can’t. Because you think you’d make an absolute fool of yourself by doing so. Which means that your ego is currently standing in the way of your own happiness. Not his, yours. Your fucking own happiness. You shouldn’t allow that to happen. You can listen to everyone telling you that it serves him right, that you should move on. But the fact is that you can’t. I’m guessing that’s pretty obvious by now. You love him, period. And you can’t stop doing that just because that’s what you’re supposed to do. The heart wants what it wants, and yours clearly wants Jungkook. Whether it’s right or not.” The silence that followed was a deafening one. You both sat there, Amanda clearly surprised and slightly horrified because of everything she just threw at you. You stunned, too breath taken to say so anything to that confession.

You had no idea whether to tell her she was right or to burst into tears, still knowing she was right. But what were you supposed to do. You had broken off contact with him weeks ago. And a part of you was still convinced it was all for the best. “When he broke up with me he said he wanted to be friends, not that he still loved me or that he wanted to get back together. I can’t be friends with Jeon Jungkook. I simply can’t.” You sputtered, knowing it would kill you to call your ex boyfriend anything other than the man you loved. You couldn’t have him being a part of your life any other way. The thought of being in the same room as him, pretending not to feel anything if he’d ever start dating anyone else. Pretending to be happy for him. It made you sick to your stomach.

Amanda lifted her phone, swinging the article into your face. “Would someone who wants to be ‘just friends’ confess to still loving you in an article which he knew she was probably going to read? Which he knew the whole fucking world was going to read?” You brushed her hand away, not being able to stand it to read that title again. It had kept you awake for nights, that headline. You’d been so close to reaching out to him, to call him and ask him if he meant it. To ask him if he really loved you still. There was this part of you which died to know. But there was also a part of you who wanted to turn around and walk away. The part of you which had been shattered into pieces when he’d told you it was over. When he’d confessed to you his feelings for you had changed.

That he didn’t feel the way he once did. You were being pulled into all kinds of different directions. One day this and the other that. What did he expect from you? To simply forgive him? What did others expect from you? To simply forget what had happened? All of a sudden the room seemed to be closing in around you. The air sticky in your lungs. It felt like you were being smothered. “I need some fresh air. Don’t wait for me to head out. I’ll make my way over to the venue myself.” You announced as you got up from the couch, grabbed your phone and found your bag on the way out. Amanda opened her mouth to say something. Whether it was to apologize or explain things, you never knew. Hugging your coat around yourself, you slipped out of the front door and into the windy afternoon. You took a big gulp of fresh air, feeling your hair blowing into several directions as you set off towards the coffee shop close by.

It was absolutely terrible that everyone seemed to think they knew what was best for you. But what they didn’t know was that this was a war you had been fighting with yourself ever since you and Jungkook had broken up. It wasn’t like you didn’t understand where he was coming from. After almost three years of dating, your relationship hadn’t been the same as it had been when it had first started. That extreme, suffocating love which you had felt for each other the first few months of your relationship had evolved into something else. But instead of it not being enough, you had seen it as something even more beautiful than that. Jungkook had been your beacon, the lighthouse which always safely guided you home after a rough day. He’d been the embrace you wanted to come home to.

The one you wanted to tell everything, good or bad. He’d become someone comfortable, the one who knew everything about you, without having to ask. The one who loved you no matter your flaws and your imperfections. At least, that was what you’d thought. Apparently, for him, those feelings hadn’t been enough. And if you went back to him now, what was going to change? Things wouldn’t be new. They wouldn’t get any more exciting. You were still going to be busy. You still wouldn’t have more time for one another. The puppy love you had once felt was one you were never going to get back. You couldn’t give him what he wanted, not anymore. Taking a deep breath, you tried to hold yourself together as you reached the coffee shop. As you opened the door and pushed your head inside, you noticed it wasn’t too crowded. And your favorite spot was not taken.

When Jungkook and you had first started dating, you’d come here together often. It had been a place close by, where you both had been able to get back home whenever was needed, but you still felt as if it was just the two of you. It had felt as if you had been gone from everyone and everything else for a little while. That was the thing about break ups after a long-term relationship. Even the spots which used to be your favorites in the past, were now shared. The memories haunted you everywhere. You didn’t understand how people did it. How did one just move on? Standing in line you waited to order. How much time would you need before you’d ever be able to forget about all the things you’d done together? How long would it take before he wouldn’t be the first thing you thought about when you got out of bed in the morning?

How long before you felt you could finally put it to rest? To be fair, it seemed impossible. “Can I get your order please?” The boy behind the register smiled politely at you and you felt like you could cry. You felt pathetic, standing in a coffee place you used to come to with your ex boyfriend, who you still loved, getting all teared up by the friendliness of a stranger. How things changed. “Yes, could I get a latte with a drop of caramel please?” The order was scribbled onto a note, and you were told it was coming right up. Swiping your cart, you moved to the side to let the next person take their order. Which only left you absently staring into space, hoping not to catch any attention. The last thing you needed was some unwanted attention.

“One latte with a little squeeze of caramel.” A familiar voice caught you off guard, and you blinked your eyes rapidly as you tried to focus your gaze on the hand presenting a paper cup in front of you. Your heart didn’t know whether to shudder or crack inside of your chest. Locking eyes with Jungkook, it took you a moment before you reached out to take the cup from him. The grateful response someone expected from you in a situation like this instantly died on your tongue. He chuckled awkwardly, brushing a hand through his hair, after which it fell straight back into his eyes. There was a time you would have stepped forward to comb your hands through those soft locks, trying to control it. Right now, your hand curled into a fist at your side.

“We should probably change our hiding spot if we want to try to forget each other.” He tried, doing his best to make it sound like a joke between friends, but failing miserably. As you stood rooted to the spot, you noticed people starting to pay attention to the two of you. Curious glances were coming your way as people noticed two well known ex lovers trying to have an awkward first conversation since breaking up. And here you were thinking this day couldn’t get any worse. “Do you want to…” He pointed to the booth you always used to sit. The one you used to mope about when it was taken whenever you got here. Taking a deep breath you gave one stern nod, doing anything to get out of the center of everyone’s attention right now.

You sat down on the bench on one side of the table, he picked the other. Placing his cup of coffee between the two of you, his fingers squeezing the cup nervously. You were pretty sure wanting to be friends wasn’t supposed to feel this uncomfortable. “How have you been?” He asked softly, his eyes sweeping up to look for yours and drifting back towards the table when he noticed you were sternly avoiding his. You turned your answer over inside of your head. What were you supposed to say to a question like that? You were supposed to tell him you were doing just fine. Prove that you didn’t need him, that you were better off without him. It was what you had said last time you’d seen him, and it had left a bad taste in your mouth for hours. But you couldn’t tell him you were not fine either.

Because then you’d sound desperate, and you’d hate that even more. There was no right fucking answer to this. “Shit, I can’t do this.” You muttered, getting ready to push yourself out of the booth and speed walk towards the door and back out as discretely as you could. Until your skin set on fire, where his hand reached out and grabbed a hold of your wrist. His hold was firm, but not painful. The grip almost as hopelessly as you felt. “Please don’t go, can we just… Please.” His voice cracked and the sound had you frozen in place. For the first time since you walked into him you willingly looked up to study his face. What you saw there, surprised you. You couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed it when you’d first looked at him.

There was a stubble visible all over his cheeks and above his lips. His hair, soft as it might be, looked unkempt. And his eyes, there was a look inside of them you had never seen before. “I just… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for everything I did and everything I said. I know that’s not going to fix it, but I just need, I need to tell you how sorry I feel. I fucked up, I fucked up so bad.” He croaked, his voice slurred thick with emotion. You could feel a lump forming in your throat because of it. And even after everything he did and how much pain he caused you, you still felt your heart break for him. “Yes, you fucked up really bad.” Because what else were you supposed to say?

He made a huge mistake, and now what? He slowly let go of your wrist, as if it pained him to no longer be able to touch you. His hand stayed close by though, never going far out of reach. A silence followed between the two of you, yet it wasn’t as uncomfortable as you thought it would be. It was loaded, but you simply weren’t sure if you wanted to hear what he was about to say next. So instead, you beat him to it. “I can’t be your friend Jungkook.” You stated, placing both of your hands flat on the table, trying to ground yourself. Should you apologize for it? No, no you probably shouldn’t. He searched your face, as if looking for something, before he nodded, understandingly. “I don’t want to be friends either.”

Confusion swirled inside of you and gave way to anger. He was playing with you, messing with your feelings. Just a few weeks earlier, it was all he’d ever wanted, and now he was taking everything back. How did he expect you to keep up with him? As if shattering your heart hadn’t been enough. “What do you want from me then Jungkook? I’m tired of your games! I’m tired of reading articles online, contradicting each other. I’m sick of this! What the fuck do you want?” You didn’t mean to raise your voice, because more attention was the last thing you wanted. Several people tried to subtly listen in on your conversation, but you didn’t care.

You wanted this to be over. You wanted this to end. You deserved this, so you could move on. Jungkook looked as if he was about to be physically ill. “I want a second chance.” He whispered, his voice so soft you almost weren’t sure if your ears were deceiving you. But you were sure you hadn’t imagined it, when he said what he did. If you were in a public place right now, and if it hadn’t gone against your principles, you probably would have slapped him across the face. “What?” You sputtered, as it was the only stupid thing you were able to say. He braced himself, and seemed to swallow his courage before he spoke up.

“I was so stupid when I let you go ___________. I had no idea. But once you were gone, I knew. I knew exactly what I lost. I thought what I felt for you was no longer love, but it was everything more than that. I was just too stupid to see it. When I let you go, I let go of my best friend. I said goodbye to the one person who knew me, to the one person I would want to be a part of my life for as long as I get to live it. I want to share everything with you, my highs and my lows. I lost my family when you left, a piece of myself. And I’ve never felt so lost, so lonely…” You were stunned into silence, having a hard time breathing when you noticed a tear escaping his eye. “You were my home, no matter where we were. And I took it all for granted. I didn’t realize it was something to cherish, a once in a lifetime thing, until I threw it all out of the window. Fuck, I should have asked you to marry me instead of letting you go. I’m so fucking stupid.”

He angrily whipped away the tear that had slipped down his cheek by now, all the way to his chin. By now, yours were streaming freely, on their own accord. There was nothing you could do to stop them. “I know you probably won’t believe me. And you have every right not to. I hurt you, and I will never forgive myself for it, even if you might one day decide you could. I’m not worthy of you and I know it. But god what I would do to get a second try. I would spend the rest of my life proving you just how much I love you, because I do. I love you, so, so much. And I will never, ever take that for granted, ever again.” It seemed as if he had come to the end of his speech, and you rubbed away your tears as you leaned back against the seat, emotionally drained.

Out of all the things you had expected to happen today, this was the least you had expected. His confession had been raw, and for someone who usually wasn’t good with words and emotions, he had been spot on. “You know, a friend told me earlier today that I don’t deserve any of this.” You said, looking him dead in the eye as you did. You watched him shrink into himself because of your words, and he nodded, looking lost. “I promise you I will never bother you again.” He assured you, and studied your face one final time before reaching for his cup and shoving towards the end of his seat.

“And I guess she’s right. I don’t deserve any of this. I deserve to be happy.” You continued as if you hadn’t heard what he’d just said. And he stopped, lifting his gaze to look at you. His expression told you he wasn’t sure whether he wanted you to continue or not. “And I hate myself to saying this, but what makes me happy is you.” He deflated, his bottom lip quivering as if he was about to burst into tears in the middle of a café. And maybe he deserved that much. You sighed, shoving away your coffee mug, its insides now long cold. “So you better keep your promise and come back here. Because you still have a lot of making up to do.”

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bfdifan26 · 8 months

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please do list of every burner depression i love this show so so much you should do that

okay! thank you for enabling me. disclaimer im not a Depression Expert i pretty much only know what i go through myself. have fun

ok so roomy isnt a contestant but i do wanna talk about her. i feel like the whole thing with her literally being the room can be compared to something like a kid with depression not leaving their room and just living within a tight window of reality, only ever speaking to their parents and stuff. i feel like roomy can be related to that as she literally can’t leave. like executive dysfunction the character. also her personality, only caring about being nice and not hurting others, and by doing that not letting anyone know who she really is or how she really feels

okay onto the contestants now. rosey is a very interesting character, what draws me in about her the most is her almost refusal to appear vulnerable or overwhelmed by anything, always needing a guaranteed way to do something so she knows it’ll work. this can be seen as somebody with depression relying on things in their life that they know off by heart, things like routines and rituals they perform daily, having something to fall back on and feel some normalcy through. again she’s very similar to roomy with the whole social butterfly thing

spraypaint is tricky because we’ve basically only ever seen her be like Ahh im gonna kill you be scared. but i do think she has a reason to constantly be like that towards people. nobody is ever aggressive because they like it i dont think anyone likes being on guard 24/7. i feel like she relies on her knife alot, for example in the scene where she argues with playdoh after they run into eachother, she tries to just kill him right there instead of bothering to interact with him once she gets bored of him and decides he has nothing to say that she wants to hear (based but only because it’s playdoh)

kit seems to be very self confident unlike the majority of the other characters, but for the entire time, others have kind of decided what kit is like in their heads and settled on it, based off how she appears. that being limey seeing how relaxed and inexpressive she is and that making him think that she doesn’t care about things around her. with depression it can be easy to get tired of some things, but people then assume you don’t care about anything, and that you’re just apathetic, and/or constantly thinking you’re sad when like. thats just how you look Lol. that’s what kit and how she’s treated reminds me of

speaking of limey. he’s pretty similar to spraypaint, except he’s much more sensitive, or at least outwardly. it doesn’t take much for him to feel overwhelmed and like everybody is out to get him, and he’s always trying to counter this feeling by insisting to both others and himself that he has something up his sleeve that’ll make everyone regret thinking badly of him. he’s just a very defensive character and who can blame him. oh also hes very clearly hyperfixated on the idea of being a cartoony super villain or something. it’s a part of his identity he relies ALOT on, always falling into it especially when he feels threatened

pilly is very organised and on top of everyone else, and his only fault ive noticed is his detachment. he says to record outright that he doesn’t need or want friends, and purposely blends in to make sure he isn’t noticed and nobody tries to connect with him. i think this can be 2 different things; either he just straight up doesn’t like other people and finds them draining and just another hassle, or he really would like a friend but would rather not reach out from fear of being rejected. i think it’s the first one but you can never know

peanut is another character who’s very isolated except for him it’s nobody’s fault or deliberate choice really. we’ve seen that he lives in the middle of the country out on a farm, either living on his own or with his close family. my personal idea of him involves the second one and that also fits in with this. one of peanut’s very first lines is that he doesn’t care about what happens to him and is mostly focused on doing things for others’ sake. hes seen to be used to doing the dirty work for people and to be happy with it being like this. i think peanut relies on being a helping hand since well. that’s all he really knows how to do, and how to be wanted by others

to say polaroid is overshadowed by the other characters is an understatement both in the show and outside. like i think he’s the character with the least fanart, even including the one-time cameo dudes. its a shame because he’s SO good. his most noticeable trait first up is that he can’t speak verbally, and for others to acknowledge his words they have to put effort in which. unfortunately alot of people dont. like this hes ignored easily and often, being talked over, people dragging him around and ordering him to do things without listening to what he thinks first. but despite this hes so caring, seen with him encouraging pilly even after he threatened him with elimination (have i ever mentioned i love those two’s relationship so much) and comforting roomy and going with her to help with her fears

record is like. id say one of the most depression coded objects ever. she’s shy but not the stereotypical shy archetype, questioning people’s orders and sometimes even getting frustrated with others. she’s shown to have trouble explaining herself to others, feeling like she needs to in order to be forgiven for well. Literally just standing there. not much i can say about her that hasn’t been said /agreed on already

onto hanger my favourite… hanger is again, talked over by basically everyone. she rarely has the opportunity to ‘prove herself’ to others and when she does, the credit is taken away from her and it doesn’t matter how much she yells and argues, she can never be listened to. when this happens to someone it can easily feel like nothing you do will ever work and it’s just hopeless to even think of doing anything right or impressing anybody. i wouldn’t say hanger feels like that since we’ve seen that she’s very strong willed, but that’s just the thing. she HAS to stop herself from feeling that way because nobody else will, she has nobody else to rely on.

except erasey

erasey is similar to kit with the whole under expressive thing, as well as it being seen that they kind of struggle with motivation. they seem to have a kind of omnipotence that makes it so that they know what to do and how to do it, and if it’s even worth it to try. but apart from that they don’t do much else, that’s all that’s important to them. they only try to do what they absolutely need to

i hope playdoh cries again in burner 4

#long post #i encourage you to write your own thing about playdoh bc im not doing it #burner #burner osc #burner object show #roomy #rosey #spraypaint #kit #limey #pilly #peanut #Polaroid #record #hanger #erasey #playdoh #tbh i struggle to do anything for tissues. he’s like erasey except he has fun with it lol

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Chapter 8: Phase 1

Robin & Eddie are stationed behind some bushes across the street with their walkie & Dustin is on the curb a few feet away going over the plan. When Steve channels in “Hey Henderson how am I supposed to know when to goto phase two?” Dustin rolls his eyes “Steve don’t talk until I let you know the coast is clear & I told you when your done talking say OVER over” robin is giggling knowing her friends mean well but sometimes it seems as though they shared the same brain. Dustin makes his way to your front door with a box of candy in the crook of his arm walkie in his back pocket with the volume off. He proceeds to ring your bell repeatedly knowing at some point you’d get annoyed enough to open the door. You swing open the front door annoyed dark circles under your eyes clothes twisted hair a mess & all the color drained from your face. Dustin smiles at you but looks nervous “Excuse me miss I’m selling candy for our av club we’re raising money for new equipment & was wondering if you’d be interested in buying some & contributing to a good cause” he says with a nervous smile as he looks at anything but your eyes but can you blame him you look like shit on a stick but also wondering why he only had sno caps and goobers but not wanting to question much you lean into your book bag and pull out a $10 bill and hand it to him. “Don’t worry about the candy kid I have no need for it but here’s for your cause I hope you raise enough to get what you need hun have a good day” you shut the door quickly going right back to your room & back into your bed. Dustin pulls out his walkie “Code red guys code red at Jamie’s over” he steps off your porch walking back over to the bushes where Eddie pops out scaring the hell out of dustin. “Jesus Eddie what the hell?!” He looks upset “Henderson! Spill! What the fuck is going on why code red is she okay?! What did she say did she look alright?!” Dustin’s eyes pop out of his head “woah woah woah Eddie slow down I can’t answer anything if you’re gonna spaz out on me” Eddie rubs the back of his neck “sorry Henderson I didn’t mean to snap I’m just worried about her is all” Dustin puts his hand on Eddie’s shoulder “look she looks pretty bad right now & in a way that almost broke my heart when she opened the door she’s pale she looks like she’s not sleeping & god knows what else she isn’t doing for herself right now it’s not good she didn’t even take any of the candy she just gave me $10 and ran back inside maybe she’s not eating too I’m not too sure” Eddie’s eyes start to feel the sting of tears as he looks at Dustin “Phase two?” Dustin nods “phase two” he pulls out his walkie “okay Steve phase two over” Steve replies “okay be there in a jiffy” silence for a moment “shit over” Everyone rolls their eyes laughing trying to make light of the situation. Everyone takes their positions in different bushes waiting for the arrival of Steve & the beginning of phase two hoping & praying it gets Eddie to you so that he can see you he doesn’t even care if you don’t speak he just misses you & wants to see your face.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #Dustin #Steve #Robin bu

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OC Kiss Week: Day 3

Portland, Oregon. August 17, 2003.

At the end of an exhausting weekend tending to visiting elders, Sigrun offers a place to rest to Tammy for the day.

Filling in the blanks for an actual event that happened in game, Sigrun belongs to @prettycatgirlwinter.

The weekend of work was coming to a close and everyone was exhausted as the plane lifted into the sky and the scramble began to get home before the sun came up. As expected of the meticulous ghoul, Sigrun drove carefully but with purpose. In her passenger seat sat the red haired woman she’d been working with all weekend, the Ventrue fledgling Tammy King. Tammy was silent, clearly drained from the nights of being the personal assistant and unwilling babysitter to an elder. Though they had been working together on the same assignment, there hadn’t been much time to talk with the girl, and Sigrun had a feeling there wouldn’t be much more after this. Still, she had offered her home to Tammy, a place to sleep during the day much closer than her own.

Sigrun wasn’t sure what to make of the new Ventrue in town, she was far different from the others of her clan that stayed in Portland or that Mr. Roche worked with. She couldn’t be sure if it was due to her being that much younger than them, or something else about Tammy that drew Sigrun to her. Maybe it was that she was something new and exciting, a change to the same old same old of the last few years. Perhaps it was that unlike relationships with kine it was something that could possibly last, with someone who understood what it was like to potentially live forever. Or maybe it was just that she was a cute redhead that was utterly incompetent in the most adorable way, a far cry from what she had been taught Ventrue were supposed to be.

As the drive neared its end, Sigrun stole a glance over at Tammy. She had done considerably well with the assignment given to them this weekend, even earning Barbarossa’s approval over time. She had come a long way from the girl fumbling to put together her gun when they first met, despite kindred being in a state of eternal stagnation she was making strides towards bettering herself. So different from Sigrun, having stayed mostly the same the past thirty odd years. Putting the car into park, she wondered for a split second how long that would last. She had been content before now, but working on more important assignments like this one made her wonder if Roche had something in mind.

“We're here, Tammy.” The Ventrue snapped to attention almost immediately as if she hadn't been staring aimlessly out the window like a puppy tired out from playing at the park. Grabbing her bag as the two stepped out of the car, Sigrun let herself and Tammy inside as the precious minutes before the night ended ticked away. Sigrun led Tammy into the haven, to which she noticed a smile on her face as she took in the sight of the humble home. “I am afraid I don't have a guest room…” Sigrun began, before being cut off by the first time she had heard Tammy speak since she extended the offer of shelter.

“I am more than comfortable on a couch, Sigrun. You're already so kind, I couldn't ask for anything more.” She noticed Tammy glance around, before sheepishly scratching her head. “Except maybe a way to block out those windows.” Ah. Yes, of course. Tammy was a Kindred, Sigrun had almost forgotten that would be an issue. Well, much less of one if Tammy was amenable to the solution that came to the ghoul’s mind.

Sigrun shook her head, a determined pout on her face. “I can't have a guest sleeping on the couch, that would be rude of me. My bed can hold two, you can sleep with me.” Grasping Tammy by the hand before she could argue, Sigrun led her towards her bedroom as Tammy followed obediently with a shocked expression on her face. “Though I don't know much about how you sleep, if you wish to change out of your suit there's a bathroom on the left.”

“Okay. Thank you, Sigrun. I’ll do that then, if that's alright.” The platinum blonde ghoul gave a nod, watching Tammy take her bag with her into the bathroom before going and putting away her weapons and supplies she had brought on security detail. She could have managed it within moments, given her expertise, but she wanted to give Tammy time to settle in for the day. Sigrun wasn't sure how long it would take, but after checking and double-checking her weapons were stored properly she returned to the room to find Tammy already curled up on the edge of the bed under the blankets.

She looked to Sigrun as if she were asleep, though of course there were no signs of breathing and she was motionless. Having missed her chance, Sigrun watched Tammy for a few moments before getting ready to sleep herself. A last moment thought to check her phone showed a message for a meeting at seven the next night. “Suppose I won't be here when she wakes up then.” The words are whispered as she silences the device and slides into bed beside the Ventrue.

Despite her body being cold and the bed having gone untouched for days, it felt warm laying next to Tammy. Her long red hair lay in curls around her face, and looked so peaceful to Sigrun. Did kindred dream? She couldn't tell as she took in the sight of the young Ventrue next to her. Leaning in and leaving a soft kiss on Tammy's cheek, Sigrun pulled her closer to her on the bed, Tammy not stirring in the slightest. As the blackout curtains kept the rising sun at bay, Sigrun wondered just how much longer she would have with Tammy as she fell into a deep, restful sleep.

#ockiss24 #oc kiss week #tammy king #portland by night #vampire the masquerade #Ventrue #dapper drabbles

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The Start of Team Soup (pt. 3)

So. It's been almost two months since I've done any writing. Oops. Yeah, I didn't really do any in October and I only really started working on this in November. My job has been unexpectedly super draining on my creative juices! So I focused in on just one project to work on, and that ended up being the PMD AU. I definitely want to work on other things I have on the back burner, but I think for now, get used to seeing these funky little critters.

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That night… Clare had a strange dream.

She was in a multicolored space, sleeping but she could still sense everything around her.

“... ... … … … … Where… am I…? This… is a dream, right…?”

Suddenly, Clare could sense someone else with her. But they were very faint.

“Hello? Who are you? Do I know you? Should I know you?”

They attempted to speak, but it was barely audible with how far away they were and how soft their voice was.

And already Clare was beginning to wake up.

…

The Chikorita sat up in her bed.

“I dreamt something,” she muttered to herself. “But I can’t remember what it was about…” She stared at the basket full of Apples and berries for a while. Finally, she shook her head. “I shouldn’t be worrying about that right now,” she internally decided. “Let’s just worry about rescue work for now.”

She went outside to check her Mailbox. She found it was void of anything new, so she decided to read the newspaper Giovanni was telling her about yesterday.

“You’re up early.” Peering over the paper, Clare found Giovanni looking at her with a small smile. “Anything in the Mailbox?”

“Nope.”

The Squirtle sighed. “Yeah, I kinda figured… We’re still really new to this.” Then he perked up. “Hey, why not head to Pokemon Square? It’s a super helpful hub for rescue teams, and the Pelipper Post Office usually has jobs posted outside.”

With no better ideas, Clare followed behind Giovanni.

…

Luckily, the Square wasn’t far at all. They followed a short path and crossed a small wooden bridge over a creek. Giovanni pointed out all the different shops: two Kecleon ran the item shop (one sold general items, and the other sold Orbs and Technical Machines), Persian ran the bank, Gulpin ran the Link Shop—

“Link Shop?”

“Gulpin can link moves together. If moves are linked, you can use them at the same time! Just, ask Gulpin if you wanna know more; he explains it better than me.”

Kangaskhan ran a storage shop.

“If you store any items with Ms. Kangaskhan, they’ll never get lost! It’s super important that we store any items we don’t want to lose with her in case we faint.”

And finally, Makuhita ran the dojo.

“He can help train us or teach us about stuff in dungeons.”

As Giovanni and Clare came back to the town center, he noticed the Chikorita’s eyes darting away from others and using her leaf to hide her face. “Everyone’s super nice here; don’t be so nervous! They just want to help.”

He then started down the east road, Clare following behind. “And down here’s the Pelipper Post Office. They’re super up-to-date on rescue information. We should be able to get some jobs on the bulletin board.” Giovanni began to pluck off some papers from the board.

“…What do you think we should do about the grass?” Clare finally piped up.

“What grass?”

“The dead grass in front of our base. We should probably start thinking about fixing up the whole base, yeah? We can start small with the grass.”

“Hm… Good point. Why don’t we focus on that today instead of a job?”

That was how the team spent the next few days, alternating between repair of their base and rescue offers. It kept them both busy, and it kept Clare’s mind off her strange dreams.

…

One morning, when Clare came out of her house with Giovanni greeting her, the earth began to shake under their feet.

“Eh?”

“What’s going on?!”

They both whipped their heads around to the sound of someone popping out of the dirt.

“Tunnel over here!”

Pop!

“Tunnel over there!”

Pop!

“Tunnels everywhere! Woohoo! Digging is so much fun!” The new arrival-- a Diglett-- cheered and giggled to himself before looking around. “Err, umm… wait, where am I?”

“False alarm,” Giovanni sighed. “No real quakes; just a kid having a blast.”

Diglett whirled around, looking bashful. “Oh my! My apologies! My name is Diglett. I was digging holes around the Pelipper Post Office, so much so that I kept digging all the way here! I’m sorry I ruined your nice place!”

Clare chuckled. “Frankly, it can’t get much worse. Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you saying you forgive me?” The Ground type’s eyes sparkled.

“Yup. Just be careful; most people won’t appreciate holes around their properties. Try not to dig too many, ok Diglett?”

“Of course! Thank you! I’ll still have fun digging, but I’ll make sure to patch up the holes from time to time! Bye-bye!” With that, Diglett dug back down into the hole and disappeared.

“He said that he was digging holes around the Pelipper Post Office. I bet we could get there with this hole now without going through town!” Giovanni jumped in with no hesitation.

“…I’m slightly concerned that you did that with no prodding whatsoever.”

…

Another strange dream. The same multicolored space.

“… … … … … …Back here again.”

Clare sensed another presence. The same one from the last dream. Whoever they were, they were a bit closer this time.

They tried to speak. It was possible to hear them this time, but they were still quiet and unclear. Clare strained to listen.

“Hello? Hello? Can you speak up please?”

Then, the ground rumbled.

“An earthquake? In my dream?”

The ground shook louder and more intensely.

“Oh jeez—! This feels pretty real for a dream.”

The presence vanished, but Clare was too occupied by the ground to notice.

…

When the Chikorita woke up the next morning, she knew her first course of action was asking Giovanni about the ground shaking. If it was real, he would’ve had to feel it too. She stretched out on her bed.

“Uhh… hello?”

Clare jolted up. Was there someone in the house? A quick look around revealed no one.

“Um, hello? You are Clare… correct?”

She stepped out of her bed and looked around again. Still, no one.

“Are… you a ghost?”

“Oh! You can’t see us, of course! How very rude of us!” Clare yelped as a Dugtrio burst out of the ground right underneath her feet; she was thrown back a bit onto her bed. “We’re pleased to meet you. We are Dugtrio.”

“…Charmed.”

“Last night, during the earthquake, our child Diglett was attacked!”

“What? Diglett? Attacked?”

“Yes! He was whisked away to the peak of a tall mountain. We couldn’t possibly climb somewhere so high up. That is why we must call upon your help, Clare. Diglett was abducted by a Pokemon named Skarmory.”

Clare shivered. If the name was anything to go by, this Pokemon would not be pleasant.

“It’s a vilely vicious ruffian!” Dugtrio continued, absolutely not calming Clare’s nerves. “Please do be careful. We need your help! We must go!” And with that, Dugtrio burrowed into the floor, leaving no hole behind.

.........That was so fast, the Grass type barely had the chance to rub the sleep out of her eyes. But Diglett being kidnapped was much more concerning. She had to tell Giovanni immediately: they had a rescue mission.

She darted outside, and Giovanni wasn’t too far behind from the left path. “Mornin’!” He greeted her cheerfully.

“Dude. We’ve gotta go now. We’ve got a real-deal rescue mission.”

“Woah, woah, slow down; you just came outside. What do you mean we have a rescue mission? …I mean, that’s great! But—”

“Yes, it’s true!” A voice came from below. Dugtrio burst out of the ground, and Team Soup was flung backwards. “Our child Diglett was kidnapped! He was taken to Mt. Steel’s summit! Please, we need your help! Bye-bye!” Then the Ground-type went back down, leaving a map behind.

Giovanni blinked at his rescue partner. “Alright. I see what happened now.” A pause. “Wait, Diglett was the kid digging holes around here the other day!”

“Exactly! We gotta go help him!”

“Mt. Steel doesn’t sound real nice though…”

“Rescue team work isn’t always parades and parties; now, c’mon!!”

…

The two stood across from the menacing cave opening of Mt. Steel. They couldn’t see inside at all.

“Here we are,” Clare said simply. “Dugtrio said Diglett was whisked up to the peak of this mountain.”

“That’s right!” A voice from underground jolted the two rescuers for a moment.

“Dugtrio?! You followed us all the way out here? Without telling us?” Giovanni cried.

“Indeed!” The three-headed (three-bodied?) Pokemon emerged violently from the ground, startling the rescue team again. “The peak is the ninth floor! Thank you for helping! Farewell!” He descended as quickly as he came up.

“Er… It’s no problem at all, Dugtrio.”

The two rescuers looked at each other, and nodded. They both knew what had to be done.

Mt. Steel was the biggest challenge Team Soup had faced thus far. The first few floors weren't so bad, but the climb only became more treacherous as the pair went up. The enemies were tougher, but that meant Clare and Giovanni also got stronger in the process. They even learned some new moves (though Giovanni wasn't thrilled about his move only raising his defense while Clare's was poisoning other Pokemon).

...

“...What's our strategy for Skarmory?” The Chikorita asked when they had a little room to breathe.

“What do you mean?”

“Giovanni, Skarmory's a Steel and Flying type. We're at a huge disadvantage here.” Giovanni started to open his mouth to respond. “And before you say, 'Oh, then we'll just hit him as hard as we can', almost all of our moves won't be very effective.”

The Squirtle clamped his mouth closed, looking annoyed that he was read so easily. Then he put a hand to his chin. “Then how about... we POISON him?!” A devious grin flourished on his face.

“Can't. Steel types can't be poisoned.” And it immediately fell off his face. “Our best bet is probably using the items we've collected. We can try to talk him down, but I get the feeling he won't be very chatty.”

“Hey! No matter what, we got this! We've not failed a single mission, and we're not about to start now!”

Clare smiled at Giovanni's optimism. It put her a bit more at ease, even as they were climbing up to the summit.

...

The wind whipped around sharply at the top of Mt. Steel, and the near completely flat ground provided no cover. Square-cut rocks shined like metal in the sun.

“Clare, look! Diglett's over there!” The little Ground-type was secluded on a small ledge, which seemed to be Skarmory's perch. “Hey, are you alright out there?” Giovanni cried out over the wind. “We're here to rescue you, kid!”

“I... I'm scared...” Diglett whimpered.

Suddenly, something shot up from the chasm between Team Soup and Diglett. The rescue team jumped back in surprise as it zipped down to the ledge just as quickly.

This Pokemon was a sleek metallic gray with crimson wings and sharp yellow eyes.

Skarmory.

“You! What do you think you're doing here?!”

“Uh, I just said what we're doing here.” The Squirtle said indignantly. “We're here to rescue Diglett!”

“Skarmory, let him go.” Clare stepped up, trying not to let Giovanni agitate Skarmory further. “Diglett's done nothing wrong.”

“How can you believe that?! This is all their fault! I haven't slept in days because the earthquakes frighten me so! Every night we have them! And it's all because of that brat's ilk running around underground!”

“Well, you're not wrong about the earthquakes; there have been quite a lot. But it would take more than one Diglett to cause something as big as an earthquake, especially if it can be felt all the way up here.”

“You be quiet! We'll fight if you keep that up!”

“It's no use. Skarmory's too angry to listen to us.”

“We'll have to fight it out!” Giovanni got into a fighting pose alongside Clare.

Skarmory let out a shrill cry at the two and the battle began.

Skarmory wasted no time in closing the distance between them, and proceeded to slash and peck at the two with his talons and beak. The two retaliated with their own elemental attacks. Giovanni was mostly successful at taking a brunt of the damage thanks to Withdraw. But with Skarmory using Leer to lower his Defense back down, the combatants were at a stalemate.

Clare kept the team healthy with Oran Berries from their supplies, but they only had two left now. They had to switch strategies and fast.

What did they have? Pecha Berries, Cheri Berries, Blast Seeds... That's it!

"Gio, catch!" Clare called out to her partner as she threw a Blast Seed towards him. The Squirtle caught it and didn't hesitate on shoving it into his mouth.

His face quickly contorted into wide-eyed shock as he covered his mouth with his hands. Skarmory paused for a moment in confusion. But that was just the hesitation the team needed; the Steel-Flying type got blasted in the face from an explosion from Giovanni's mouth.

Skarmory screeched and stumbled back. From that and the team's other attacks, it looked like he had been beaten. ”Grrr... I can't keep up! I'll flee for now!“ The steel bird shot up into the sky once more, crookedly flying away.

It was quiet for a bit before Clare let out a little laugh. “We did it Gio, we did it!!”

“Hey Clare,” The Water-type breathed heavily. “Could you do me a little favor and WARN me next time you DO THAT?!”

”Oh. Yeah.” Now that feeling of pride was pushed down by embarrassment. “Sorry about that; it was the only thing I could think of.“

”...Eh, it's alright. I get it. Water under the bridge. Now let's worry about Diglett.”

The pair walked to the edge of the chasm. Clare looked down for a moment, but quickly shot her head back up. “I can’t see the bottom,” she noted with a scared strain in her voice.

“How do you think we should do this?” Giovanni asked, seemingly oblivious to Clare’s fright. He put a hand up to his chin in thought, then pounded one fist into his palm with a smile. “You can use your vines to stretch me across the gap and I can grab Diglett from there! Then you’d just reel us back in.”

“...I don’t have vines.”

“...You, should have vines. Don’t Grass-types usually have vines?”

“Sure, but not all of them. And I’m pretty sure I’m one without vines.”

There was a long pause.

“Oh Arceus, what are we gonna do.”

An electronic sound from above caught the pair’s attention. Looking up, two Magnemite were floating down to them.

“BZBZBZZ!”

“Oh, hey! You’re the Magnemite from Thunderwave Cave!” Clare tilted her head as the Steel/Electric pair drifted closer. “What are you doing here?”

“WE HEARD WORD OF THIS. WE CAN RESCUE DIGLETT FROM THE SKY. BZBZBZZ!”

“With… your magnets? What would he grab onto? Can he grab on?” The Squirtle quietly talked to himself as the Magnemite flew over the opposite side of the cliff and approached Diglett.

“HOLD ON TO US TIGHT.” “DON’T BE SCARED. WE WON’T MAKE THE MISTAKE OF ZAPPING YOU.”

“Oh… Alright…” It seemed the poor kid had been frozen with fright the whole time. But now with the helpful Magnemite, his nerves calmed a bit.

…

“Ohhh… I was very scared. Maybe because I was up somewhere so high… My feet feel like they’re still walking on air.”

The whole party had descended down the mountain and were huddled outside Team Soup’s rescue base.

Giovanni glanced sideways to Clare with squinted eyes. “...Feet?” He whispered. The Grass-type just shrugged.

“HE HAS THEM? FEET?” The Magnemite attempted to whisper to each other.

“Well, you’re safe and that’s what really matters,” Clare said to the little Ground-type, trying to steer the conversation away from appendages that may or may not exist.

“Yeah! Thank you very much.”

“Oh, you’ve been rescued! Great! Great!”

Everyone paused and whirled around themselves, trying to find this new mystery voice.

“HM? WHAT WAS THAT?” “AM I HEARING VOICES?”

“...Dugtrio?” The Squirtle asked to the ground.

“Whoops! You can’t see us? That’s terribly rude of us!” As predicted, Dugtrio erupted from the earth right next to Giovanni, making him shriek, jump, and nearly crash into Clare. “Hello. Dugtrio here.”

“Oh! Papa!” Diglett chirped.

“Diglett! You had us worried! You’re not hurt?”

“Nope! It was scary, but I’m all right. It’s all thanks to Clare’s team.”

“Thank you for everything. You’re heroes.”

“Thank you, but… You should really be thanking the Magnemite. This rescue would have been impossible without them.” Clare flicked her leaf towards them.

Dugtrio turned to the pair of Steel-Electric types. “Oh, how rude of us! Thank you so much!”

“NO, NO. IT WAS THE ONLY THING TO DO. AND… HOW BOTH OUR EVOLVED FORMS ARE JOINED TRIOS… I FELT A CERTAIN KINSHIP. AFTER ALL, POKEMON MUST HELP EACH OTHER.”

“I’m impressed. Sincerely, thank you.” Dugtrio then looked back at Team Soup. “We must be going. Clare. Giovanni. Thank you. Farewell!”

“Bye!”

With Diglett’s final goodbye, the two Ground-types buried under the soil and zoomed off, leaving behind a few rewards for the rescue team.

“WE’LL BE ON OUR WAY TOO.” Magnemite said.

“Wait, wait, wait; hold on a sec, you two!” Giovanni stepped in front of the two.

“WHAT IS IT?”

“Well, I’ve been standing here thinking we couldn’t have done that last mission without you guys. And we’re probably going to need help like that again.”

“To put it in a less long-winded way: Would you like to join our team?” Clare didn’t fail to notice her partner’s unamused side eye.

“JOIN YOUR TEAM?”

“Yes. We’d love to have you with us. O-Only if you want to, of course! We won’t force you or anything.”

“RESCUE TEAM… THAT SOUNDS FUN!” The Magnemite on the left’s magnets buzzed with excitement.

“BUT… IF YOU NEED US TO RUSH OVER TO RESCUES… WE NEED SOMEWHERE TO LIVE CLOSE BY. IS THERE ANYWHERE WE CAN LIVE IN THIS AREA?” The Magnemite on the right tilted itself at an angle.

“Er… Well…” The Squirtle scratched the back of his head.

“OH… THERE ISN’T… TOO BAD. SORRY, BUT WE CAN’T JOIN YOU. SEE YOU!” Their magnets continued to buzz as the pair left.

“Well, that’s a shame,” Clare said with a sigh. “But they’re right. Team members should live close by so they can leave quickly or we can contact them easily.”

“Then we need to find some real estate that we can use! Then we can start recruiting.”

“How are we gonna do that?”

Giovanni thought about it for a moment, then gained a wide grin and started pushing the Chikorita towards her house. “Let me worry about that! You just get some rest tonight.”

“...Could you try and sound less suspicious when you say that?”

But he was already running off. “See ya tomorrow!”

Clare just huffed.

#🐉🎮.txt #clare's writing #pmd au #team soup #damn this long as hell for one post 😭#but this is the last part of the story that i would say is the tutorial of r.escue t.eam #next part we'll be seeing. actual changes. new characters. just gotta get through this first

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metal-harbor · 11 months

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What happens when Sonic falls back to Earth? How does everyone react to it? Did Sonic age 10 years or is he now 10 years younger than everyone?

(That would be weird for Tails! Your big brother comes home after 10 years and he's now the younger brother, and a lot shorter lol)

Sonic is 10 years younger than everyone else now! He’s almost a foot shorter than Tails and Cream and is obviously a little out of place. His care free attitude is a welcome change of pace for some and seen as a little ignorant by others.

Reactions were mixed!

Tails was so thrilled to have his brother back but as an adult and the co-leader of the organisation he feels like he doesn’t have enough time to truly let it sink in that he’s back. I think he feels guilty for being a little resentful of Sonic for leaving him alone all those years; he knows he didn’t mean to but still, his actions endangered people whether he meant for them to or not. I think Sonic feels a little uneasy about the fact that Tails is a different person now, his morals and spirit haven’t changed but ten years is a lot of time to miss. He still loves his brother of course but having their dynamic flipped on it’s head is a lot to take in.

Amy doesn’t blame him at all for what happened, she knows he was doing his best to save the world and that he had no way of knowing what would happen. She’s a lot calmer now, she still admires him as a hero but also sort of sees him as a kid? She spends a lot of time getting him to open up about how he’s feeling about the strange new world he finds himself in and is the one that really helps him find his place in the group. She is the other co-leader so he spends a lot of time with her at first getting to know what’s what.

Knuckles won’t even speak to him, he talks about him as if he is a reckless child that endangered them all. He doesn’t care about Sonic’s intentions, only that he lost the chaos emeralds in outer space and has destroyed their way of living. He’s calmed down a lot in the past decade but hearing about Sonic’s return reignited old flames. He spends his time on Angel Island alone, guarding the Master Emerald as it’s the only thing keeping balance.

Shadow resents him and shares a lot of the same sentiments as Knuckles, but keeps them as close to his chest as he’s able to as to not disturb peace in the group. Shadow refrained from attacking him on sight only at Tails’ request. He speaks to him minimally, usually avoiding him by getting on with his jobs and declining his help despite knowing it would make things easier. Ultimately, he resents having to take on Sonic’s role as the protector of a large group of people, he doesn’t want to be the hero in charge of saving the world and is very tired. He also resents Sonic because he watched Tails mourn him and helped him through it.

Rogue keeps her feelings close, she’s glad to have the extra hands around - especially someone that isn’t so drained or nihilistic. She wasn’t close to Sonic before he went missing but was saddened mostly by Tails and Amy’s responses to it. She’s seen the strain that having to do his job has taken on Shadow and is the one that forces Shadow to pass on some of his responsibilities to Sonic. She somewhat selfishly sees Sonic as a means of helping Shadow heal.

Cream is as sweet as ever, a polite young woman who treats him respectfully. Her opinion was definitely influenced by Amy and she’s thankful that he’s home safe. It’s very strange for them that they’re the same age now but they get along well. Spending time with Cream is when Sonic feels things are the most ‘normal’.

Sonic doesn’t really know what to feel, he feels guilty for being the cause of everything but also knows he didn’t have much of a choice. He immediately wants to help but struggles to find a place in the group when it moved on without him. He’s glad they all stayed together but can’t help but feel a little replaced, especially by the fact that Tails and Shadow are so close. Sonic feels a little like he’s intruding, but is trying his hardest to do whatever he can to fix things. Ultimately, he’s just relieved that his friends are alive and safe even if some of them might not be his friends anymore.

#THANK YOU!!!!#that’s all the main cast!!#the other characters are still alive and about #doin other stuff #everyone has their own roles in the group #havoc au

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kookiemonster123 · 5 months

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Heeseung FF

My annoying neighbor

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authors note: This is my first time writing anything, so I apologize if it's bad. I am going to try and make this into a series. If you have any suggestions or can feedback, please let me know! Thank you

I can’t believe this is happening right now. 17 years of my life down the drain; everything and everyone I know is basically gone. I never thought this day would come, I thought it was a guarantee but I was wrong. My dad’s job has finally decided to move him to a different office. Which I thought would never happen because of how high up he was in the company and because they haven’t transferred him in 17 years! But what can I do? It’s his job not mine.

We are moving to this small town out of the city. The drive is long and the closer we get to our new home the less stores I see and more farm life I see. My dad pulls into the driveway and I look out the window and see a 2 story brick house. I let out a sigh as I got out of the car and grabbed my bags. We didn’t have to bring much because my dads job paid for all of our belongings to be moved a couple days ago. I see a man and a woman in the house next to us walk over to where my mom and dad are standing. I made a beeline for inside, I don’t want to talk to anyone right now.

I get inside, I walk upstairs to my room, I set my bags down and flop down on my bed. After a while there is a knock on my door “Come in” I call out and my door opens and my parents walk in. “Y/N our next door neighbors the Lee’s are coming over for dinner” My dad says. I sit up and look at him with wide eyes “Already? But we just got here! Why are people already coming over?” I ask. My dad scoffs and before he can speak my mom says “Honey you sound like a spoiled brat, we didn’t raise you that way. And the Lee’s are coming over as a welcoming dinner. They have a son your age so, get changed and be downstairs in 10.” I roll my eyes “Fine” I say as I stand up. “Alos Y/N behave yourself at this dinner, don’t be rude. Your mother and I understand you are not happy about this but you need to understand we can’t do anything about it.” My dad says softly and then he and my mom leave the room and shut my door on their way out. I go to my closet, grab my black sweater, put on some ripped blue jeans, and wear some fuzzy socks. I walk downstairs and I can hear people talking in the dinner room, I turn the corner and see my mom, dad, two other people around their age and then I see a boy my age but he doesn’t look like any of the guys back home. This boy is taller, cuter, very son-in-law vibes. My mom looks at me and smiles and waves me over; I walk over to them and I smile shyly. My mom wraps her arm around my shoulders “And this is our lovely daughter Y/N” My mom says sweetly. Mr. and Mrs. Lee introduces themselves and then their son looks at me, smirks, holds his hand out and says “Hello Y/N, I’m Heeseung”. I shake Heeseung’s hands and then I look up at him. I almost broke my neck looking up at him, the dude is tall.

I let go of his hand and sat down at the table and Heeseung sat down next to me. “Not really a talker are you?”Heeseung asks as he sits down. I turn my head to look at him, shrug my shoulders and reply “I’m not good with meeting new people.”. Everyone else sits down at the table and we begin making our plates and start eating. Throughout the whole dinner I answered basic questions and pretended to care about what was being said. After we were all done eating, I went to the kitchen to start washing the dishes. As I start washing the dishes I hear someone walk into the kitchen and I look over my shoulder to see who it was. It was Heeseung.

Heeseung walks over to me and begins to help me wash the dishes. We were washing the dishes in silence when Heeseung spoke up “You know you could make it seem like you actually care about what was being said at dinner”. I roll my eyes at his comment and I let out a sigh before I speak “Listen Heeseung, I don’t want to be here. I am here because I didn’t have the choice in the matter. So, don’t take it personally.” “I am going to take it personally. Just because you are made at the word doesn’t mean you get to sit here and act like a bitch.” Heeseung responds.

I stop washing the dishes and turn to look at him and cross my arms. “Then get used to it. I don’t like being fake okay? If you don’t like it, don’t talk to me.” I say coldly. Heeseung just scoffs and shakes his head and starts walking out of the kitchen; before he leaves, he turns to look at me and says “Good luck with making it out alive with that attitude. The kids at school will tear you apart” He gives me a once over, turns around and leaves the kitchen. I turn back to the sink and finishes washing the dishes,Once I am done with the dishes, I go upstairs, do my nighttime routine and then goes to sleep. I wake up the next morning, I put on black tights, a black jean skirt, a kuromi sweater and my docs. I grab my keys and bag. I walk downstairs and get in my mom and I’s shared car and drive to my new school. It takes me twenty minutes to get there. Once I am there, I go to the office, get my schedule, and wait for the student body president to come get me to show me around. After about 5 minutes of waiting, I hear footsteps and I look up to see Heeseung looking at me. “Nice to see you again Y/N. I am the student body president, so I will be showing you around today” Heeseung says with a smirk on his face. I sigh, roll my eyes “Just my luck” I say under my eyes. Why does he of all people be the student body president? Makes him just even more perfect I think to myself

#fanfic #heeseung #enhypen #x reader

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miya2006 · 9 months

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It's okay to not be okay

Just a warning that this is a long fic!

Word count: 2427

He knew it was a bad idea to come to the set today. He could feel exhaustion in his bones. He knew filming Indiana Jones would be tiring but he didn’t know it would become this tiring. He couldn’t understand why this was different from everything else he has done, even filming “The Predator” wasn’t this tiring, well he got tired but not to this extent.

But there was no way in hell, he would tell anyone. Most of the people he works with are such big actors and he is quite small in comparison. But there are two people he definitely won’t tell at all, no chance. Mads and Harrison. He has looked up to them as actors for years, and he has watched almost all of their work. So there is no way he is going to be busted in being sick.

So he went on with his day, struggling just a tiny bit with his lines and not stumbling in his own legs while shooting but so far everything is going good. No one seems to notice him being paler than usual. The only thing he has noticed is how often the elder actors send him. Karen, Mads and Harrison all send him glances every now and again. He isn’t even sure what Karen was doing here, she filmed her scene ages ago so he is guessing she is just staying around for the heck of it.

He ignored them as much as he could. If he caught them glancing over at him he smiled a bit, but that depended a lot on whether they were filming or not. Yet, he tried to seem pulled together and healthy. He has been previously told by some cast members on previous projects that being sick isn’t a weakness and that he is allowed to take a few days to get back on his feet.

But that was back in 2012 during the shooting of “Hatfields and McCoys”, it wasn’t a big thing. Not a lot of people knew about it, so therefore if he took a day or two off it was fine. But this isn’t a small project, this is Indiana Jones. So many people know his name now, he wasn’t a small person from Kenntucky anymore. He had a similar experience on “Logan” but he wasn’t in as many articles then as he is now.

Obviously he is known for “Narcos” but it never brought him into as much spotlight as now, if he pulls out for even just a day he might just stop the production for that day. He doesn't have many lines, yet he is often in the background. He is Voller’s lapdog, his right-hand man. Even if he isn’t speaking, he has to deliver the role of Klaber.

Throughout the day he could feel his energy draining quickly and he could feel his balance going haywire. He was rocking back and forth, unable to stop it. He has experienced it a couple of times. Feeling himself stand completely still to suddenly start rocking back and forth without him being completely able to control it. Luckily for him he had something to lean on in almost every scene. And if not, he moved so he had one leg behind him supporting his weight and one in front of him to equal the balance.

He should have known that someone would see through the mask he put on. Harrison was always keeping an eye out on everyone, looking into every detail he could find if someone seemed off.

To Boyd he feels like he is keeping an extra eye on him, while yes he keeps an eye on everyone but he feels like he is very often glanced at and kept an eye on. It seems like it with Mads and Karen as well. And he wonders what they know that makes them act like that.

“Boyd?” He heard someone say by his side, yet to him everything seemed deafening. His ears were ringing, everything was blurry and the room was spinning.

“Sweetheart?” That was Karen, he recognized her voice, the ringing in his ears had stopped and he could see a bit more. Pretty much everyone was looking at him, the crew had left though. Only the director and the other actors were there. Well some of them, Phoebe and Ethann had left already. Leaving behind Mads, Karen and Harrison.

“I’m fine, just got dizzy I guess” He said, shrinking under the looks he got from the trio in front of him.

“You’re not Boyd, we have seen it all day. You seem tired, you are zoning out more often than not. It looks like you are minutes away from fainting all day” Mads added, the director suddenly appeared by their side, with Boyd’s bag in hand. Making some small talk about Boyd taking some days off, he quickly departed to inform the others to take some days off as well.

“Boyd?”

"You alright?” He was about to answer when he suddenly stopped. The ringing in his ears returned and the room had started to spin again. He felt himself fall forwards and then everything went black.

The trio hurried to try and catch him, luckily Mads were close enough to catch him and lower him slowly to the ground. Making a quick decision it was decided that they would bring Boyd back to the hotel and pretty much nurse him back to healthy again. They also quickly realized that Boyd was running quite the fever, sweating through his costume.

Quickly lifting him up and going to the dressing room to help him change, Mads sent Karen to go get Boyd’s stuff and for Harrison to bring his car out front so it would be easier to get Boyd back to Mads apartment. He had bought one close by, as it was unsure how long they would stay there.

It didn't take long before they had Boyd in the backseat head laying in Karen’s lap. Running her hand through his hair, not being able to stop herself from noticing how young he suddenly seems.

“He seems so young all of the sudden” She said, not leaving them men in the front seat anytime to respond before saying;

“Am i the only one who has a feeling that he isn’t doing so well mentally?” She could feel the look she got from both men but kept her eyes on the man in her lap.

“I had a feeling about it. He pushes himself too hard and keeps forgetting to eat and drink sometimes” Mads said, the two of them spent the most time together, they had most if not all of their scenes together.

And Mads found it hard to not notice how little the younger man actually took care of himself. How he keeps forgetting to eat or drink. Sometimes it seems as if Boyd is on a completely different planet, it scared Mads at times. Seeing someone so young looks so broken.

Silence filled the car, no one had more to say. But all of them had noticed. Boyd wasn’t okay.

Finally they had reached Mads’s place, coming back to pick up Boyd and letting Karen get up and out of the car. He gave Harrison the keys so he could keep a hold on Boyd, feeling the kid’s heartbeat and seeing his chest go up and down with each breath calmed him from the anxiety he felt when the kid fell to the ground.

Walking through the door, Mads leads them to the guest bedroom so that he can lay Boyd down. Somewhere on their way into the bedroom,they heard a groan. Looking towards Boyd they could see his eyes open ever so slightly but seemed to shy away from the light above him.

Walking a bit faster and placing Boyd down on the bed, Mads turned the lights on lower so it didn’t bother his eyes anymore.

"What happened?” Boyd asked, the only thing he remembered is talking to the three of them on set.

“Here, drink this. Then we’ll explain everything” Karen said, appearing with a glass of water in her hand. Helping Boyd sit up and supporting his hands when he struggled to hold the glass steady.

Boyd drank slowly and took small sips. He had drunk about half of the glass before he gave the glass back to Karen. He shrunk under the looks from the people around him. They were concerned, and he felt bad.

“So what happened?” He asked, not yet receiving an answer. He felt himself getting nervous when the older actors exchanged glances, all three of the glances holding a look of concern and hesitation.

“You fainted on set. You kept zoning out and Phoebe mentioned she saw you kind of rocking back and forth so we stopped filming to check on you.” Harrison said, sitting down besides Karen. And Boyd was suddenly thrown back in time, that is how his parents would usually sit if he was sick and stayed with him til he fell asleep.

“There’s something else? What’s with the glances?” Boyd asked, tired of only looking at the concerned glances without knowing what they were concerned about. He knew some of it was because he fainted but he could tell there were more.

“It’s just.. Well we just wondered if everything is okay, not physically but emotionally.” Mads asked, his hesitation made Boyd realize just how bad his habits are worrying his co-workers.

“I guess not?” Boyd answered, he doesn't think he has been fine since his mentor passed away a couple of years ago.

“What’s going on up there, sweetheart?” Karen asked, noticing that Boyd had zoned out again. Tears filled his eyes, usually if he thought about his mentor again he would find something to keep himself busy. Hide from the past, but now he can’t.

“ I lost a very close friend of mine back in 2014. He was like my mentor.” He paused, feeling himself choking up, and the tears fell down his cheeks. Mads sat down beside him and put his arm around Boyd’s shoulders.

“When he passed away, my then fiance broke up with me through the phone and I couldn’t handle all that at once so I left town. Took my motorcycle up to Chile and just stayed there until I got a new offer for a role and I have been working ever since.” He said he has talked about it before. But only briefly, not going into detail just grazing the top of the mountain.

“I know I should move on.. It’s been like 8 years” He said, he felt stupid for being so affected by it still. Yet, he can’t seem to move on, too scared that he will end up forgetting his friend, the way he talked, his voice or just the way he looked.

“There is no time limit for grieving. And the pain doesn’t always leave. Sometimes you accept it and make room for it but with time the pain gets smaller.” Mads said, as wise as always.

“But for the love of God, please remember to eat and drink more? You are giving me heart attacks left and right huh?” Karen added, trying to make Boyd smile. Which it did, Boyd laughed and he felt the usual pressure and nerves go away.

“Are you feeling up for some toast?” Harrison said. He had wandered a bit around earlier to check what they could give Boyd once he woke up. Boyd nodded before Mads helped him out of bed and moved his arm around Boyd’s waist in case something would happen. Karen walked on the other side.

They helped Boyd walk over to the dining table and sat him down in one of the chairs before Karen sat down in her own right beside him. Mads left to help Harrison with finding some food that Boyd would be able to eat in his state.

They decided to go for some toast, with a bit of fruit on the side while giving him some water and pain meds if he wants them. Returning to the dinner table, they were met with the sight of Boyd leaning on Karen and her running her hand through his hair again as well as dropping a few kisses up by his hairline.

“Here, Kiddo” Mads said as he put the plate and drink down, by the look in Boyd’s eye he handed over the painkillers and Boyd smiled gratefully.

The older actors talked while Boyd nibbled on his toast and fruit. Karen had moved her hand to rub circles on his back so that he had some comfort. He managed to eat about half before putting it down.

“You done? I can put it on the kitchen bench in case you want it later on.” Mads asked, getting a nod he picked up the plate and glass. Harrison gestured to the couch behind them, so he and Karen helped Boyd up again and laid him on the couch. His head in Karen’s lap, his feet in Harrison’s.

Mads came back and sat down by Harrison and smiled over at Boyd.

“Feeling better?” He asked, liking the way that Boyd’s shoulders weren't as tense and high up as before.

“Mhm” He answered, making the others chuckle as he rubbed his eye.

They kept talking a bit about the movie and keeping an eye on Boyd. Karen smiled when she noticed Boyd was almost asleep. She gestured to the other two, to gain their attention. Not wanting to disturb, she kept running her hand through his hair. Mads went into the other room searching around for something.

Coming back into the room with a blanket in his hand, and laying it over Boyd. Though he seems hesitant before fully falling asleep. Harrison leaned forward and took one of his hands, looking him into the eyes and smiling he says;

“Don’t worry, we’ll be here when you wake up and then we’ll make sure you get some dinner for you, okay?”

“Okay, thanks” Boyd said before cuddling more into Karen and promptly fell asleep.

The three that were still awake shared smiles, now that they knew about the problems and issues Boyd was facing they could help him more, and keep an eye on him so they won't have a reprise of today.

They will always be here for Boyd if he needs them, he is pretty much a son to all of them, so they don’t mind.

Not even a little.

#found family #boyd holbrook #harrison ford #karen allen #mads mikkelsen #fainting #sickfic #indiana jones 5

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polyamorouspunk · 1 year

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Punkdate: 2022 Wrap-up into 2023:

Hello and welcome to another punk update.

First of all you’re probably asking why bother doing update posts on this blog? Well, this blog (supposedly) has almost 5k followers! I say that because no matter how many porn bots I block my follower count never goes down O.O

This is a post to talk about my personal goals for next year (probably not of much interest to you) and my goals for this blog for next year (may be of some interest to you).

First of all going forward I want to change the focus of this blog. I’ve made it clear here and there that this isn’t really a polyamory blog anymore because my polyamorous identity just isn’t a big part of who I am right now. I’m single, with no partners, and no real prospect of getting a partner any time soon, and quite honestly seeing people talk about how happy they are in their relationships is getting a little draining with my seasonal depression. I’m also busy with work and school and any free time I have is spent on my own projects (many of which relate to tumblr) or relaxing (taking time AWAY from tumblr).

Speaking of tumblr, I’ve discovered a wonderful community of streamers on tumblr! It’s honestly something I didn’t expect to find at all let alone right away. I think that a niche like this is something that might be good to fill the void I’m feeling right now, so I’m going to put more focus on trying to stream more on my main blog.

You might have noticed I called it “my main blog” vs “Savvy’s blog”. Another thing I’ve mentioned is that over the past year my sense of being plural has really diminished, to the point of being pretty much nonexistent. I’ve always assumed that splitting was due to social isolation I was feeling during Covid, but now that I work and go to school full time I don’t really have that social isolation anymore. The difference between whoever “Savvy” and “Punk” is is pretty much nonexistent right now. There are plenty of queer and non-queer people who use more than one name and more than one set of pronouns for whatever reason. We’ll be taking an approach more like that, focusing less on our systemhood and more on our genderfluid identity. You might see “we” still pop up vs “me” from time to time. It’s hard. But it’s reached the point where treating us like two separate entities is becoming more hassle than it’s worth. I’ll refer to myself as a girl or using she/her pronouns and people assume I’m a different person. We’re not. Etc. Obviously terfs consistently refer to us as she/her to try and “alienate” us which just… doesn’t work I’m literally a girl who uses she/her but okay… but also people will respectfully call us a man and stuff which I’m also not really a fan of… preferred terms are going to be more along the lines of “trans masc” or “masc presenting”…. things like “punk boy” or “punk dude” and less like “a trans punk Man™️”…. we’re a girl no we’re not eyes we are etc. etc. gender is meaningless. Feel free to use he/him or they/them still please here and she/her or they/them over on my main blog, but also don’t assume I’m “someone else” even if it is an alter if I’m using she/her for myself on here etc. is the tl;dr.

I’m going to try and stay out of dRaMa more. Obviously I say some things that kick the hornets nest and literally it’s a crapshoot whether I say something and everyone goes “I’m glad someone else finally said that” or it gets me a wave of angry terfs and trans people in my inbox calling me an assortment of things because if there’s one thing trans people and terfs can agree on it’s that I’m an abomination or something. Look I’m not delusional, I know that having a big blog on here comes with anon hate, but I can also at least make an attempt to minimize it. I’m also not delusional in knowing that I’m going to be scott-free and never post or say anything controversial ever again.

On that, I’ve also said before I don’t even like how much of a personal blog this has become where I just post things because I’m bored, but like, I am bored a LOT and I do not have any close friends to actually talk to on a day-to-day basis. I totally love when people send me asks or messages and say things like “if you ever need someone to talk to I’m here!” but I’m probably never going to put in the effort to seek out you and your blog when I feel like I need someone to talk to unless you message me like at least once a week. There is no one right now that I feel fully comfortable with talking to everyone and everything about and while that sucks and is fine I’m also not really looking for that on here. If you want to be tagged in stuff and get asks from me then totally start talking to me! I do try and tag the people who talk to me regularly but honestly ya’ll’s blogs like never come up when I do the @ thing and I’m like well rip but maybe I’ll try sending you posts then instead

Speaking of honestly like half the punk blogs on here fucking suck and the OPs are jackasses. Like sorry I’m saying that because after tomorrow I’m really going to try and cut out saying shit like that so I got 1 day left to fit it all in but yeah. The elitism here is wild. People really be saying shit like “you can’t ID as punk if the only band you listen to is MCR” meanwhile literally n***s have their own punk subculture and it’s like okay which one is the real issue here 16 y/os who listen to MCR or the literal fucking n***s pick and choose your battles I guess but idk maybe pick some better ones sorry not sorry. Point being I’m saying “fuck it” and I’m going to focus on more bands that I actually listen to. Like let’s be honest I don’t listen to the misfits or the ramones I listen to blink-182 and green day. Who tf cares. I’ll obviously reblog stuff like that for the visual aesthetic but like when I’m driving to work I am listening to FOB, MCR, and P!ATD and shit. I’m listening to INK and MIW and BVB and shit. So we’re going to kind of transition to polyamory and punk to more like. Horror metal and pop punk. I’m going to keep the same url and probably the same theme because I think it would be too confusing to switch my url and theme and I don’t really have a problem with it. But like if you don’t like horror and gore. Maybe unfollow. I know people have asked me to tag horror and also left comments like “ew” on the art I reblog which is like depending on who you are as an artist is either a compliment or really hurtful. If you don’t want to see blood and shit don’t follow. Obviously I will tag anything really over the top.

With that in mind I’m really hoping to start making more of my own content! This is always an ongoing goal of mine but I have a hard time following through. I’m going to really start trying to push out products for the shop I feel like I didn’t have a choice but to have which I’ve now spent more on than I will ever make back in revenue but I’m considering adding an online Etsy to try and balance some of that. The online portion isn’t going to be my focus, there are so many local events around here that you can get a booth at that I would rather do, but basically I jus had too much stuff to throw away after my ex and I decided to disband our shop but not enough to warrant paying $50+ for a booth for, so I’ve been slowly collecting things to work on and sell in person including a button pin maker, so I might sell those and the 100+ bracelets I made for that asshole to fund his transition with online as well. That’s not a guarantee so I’m not going to say “keep an eye out for that”.

What I WILL say “keep an eye out for” is a giveaway for 5k followers and an upcoming playlist! The giveaway will start January 1st and end when I hit 5k followers! Standard rules of being ~16-18+ and needing to be comfortable giving me an address etc. will apply. The playlist will drop at some point. It is being worked on.

So with all that out of the way, what else am I working on in 2023?

Well, I might be inheriting a blog. The person running it is having some issues and I’m the next logical person in line to take over, and I have gotten votes from the team to take over, but I think they are perhaps taking a mental health break or something because everyone went “let’s have [me] take over then!” and then it’s been radio silence since then.

My next fic will be dropping in late spring! I doubt any phannies follow this blog but hey keep an eye out over on my main for my next 50k+ long phannie fic with a serial killer.

Uh. My degree? I should be getting my AA next December.

Work? Uh. We’ll see if I survive another year in this hellhole- IF we even stay open that long.

Travel!!! I’ll be going to (shocking) Florida and CT. Wow who would have guessed. But in July we’re having our family friends from ✨Spain✨ visit!

2023 resolutions are learning how to do makeup and also trying to listen to more bands. Including The Misfits and The Ramones and stuff. And yes Mother Mother too. I’m getting there. I’m just slow.

Finally finishing up my room good god it’s been almost 2 years and it’s still not done.

Anyway, if you have anything you want to see or any suggestions, feel free to drop me an ask any time. Thank you, and have a happy new year!!

#personal #punkdate #punk update

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bridgyrose · 2 years

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Heya Bridgy

Would it be too self indulgent to ask of you could write a bit of Vampire!Cinder trying to get Dhampir!Ruby, the only non-human in her family, to feel more comfortable and accepting of her own vampire traits?

Otherwise, keep on writing all those great snippets XD

The pangs of hunger reverberated through Ruby as she watched the citizens of Vale continue on with their day. Each step felt heavy as she made her way to Beacon to report on her latest mission, her eyes watched every passerby. She could almost feel the heartbeats as they passed by. Every ounce of her being screamed at her out of hunger, her mind and thoughts drifted as her body started to sway.

“You cant keep starving yourself like this,” Cinder said from above.

“I’m…. fine…” Each word was a struggle to get out as Ruby fought to keep her own sanity. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and continued walking as the sound of heartbeats pulsed through her ears. “I… I dont need to feed-”

“And I’m not going to watch you kill yourself.”

Ruby felt Cinder pull her arm and drag her into a quiet, secluded corner. As she tried to open her mouth to argue, she immediately felt a blood bag pop against her fangs and the warm blood start to trickle down her throat. In a moment of ravenous hunger, she lost herself as she feasted on the blood.

“I have more if you need it.” Cinder pulled out another blood bag and watched as blood dripped from Ruby’s chin. “Though, you may want to slow down a bit.”

Ruby drained the blood bag dry and shakily dropped it as the color started to come back to her skin and her body quit shaking from hunger. “I told you I was fine and I didnt need any of this-”

“And I already told you I’m not going to let you kill yourself because you cant accept that you’re not human.”

“Being human is the only thing I have in common with my family!” Ruby clenched her fist and felt her nails dig into her palm. “I… I know I’m not like them. I know I’m different, that I hurt others if I’m not careful. But I refuse to let this define me.”

“Then you’ll end up dead or hunted.” Cinder dropped another bloodbag into Ruby’s lap and stood up. “Besides, there’s nothing wrong with you. Sure, you’re different, but that’s nothing to be ashamed of. Blood sucker or not.”

Ruby went quiet and stared at the bloodbag in her lap. She watched her reflection as she retracted her fangs and stared deep into her own silver eyes. The red rings around her irises were finally starting to fade, though the hunger that plagued her still stayed. She only wanted to help humans, not hunt them to feed. And all it took was one incident with Blake in Beacon to show her team just how dangerous she was around others. Its why she kept on her missions alone. With no one else around, she wouldnt be a risk to others.

Cinder continued to speak as she circled around Ruby, a finger dragged across her arm. “You need to learn how to accept what defines you and to recognize that you’re not a monster because you’re different. You’re only a monster if you give into the worst of your desires, the ones that want you to hurt everyone that you could ever hold dear.” With a smile she lifted Ruby’s chin with a single finger. “And you are anything but a monster.”

Ruby blushed and looked away from Cinder, her eyes stared towards the bloodbag she held in her lap. “And… how exactly do you plan to help me learn to accept… this?”

“By showing you what you need to see.” Cinder offered a hand to Ruby, a wicked grin crossed her lips. “Do you trust me?”

Ruby nodded and took Cinder’s hand. “I do.”

Cinder pulled Ruby close to her as the shadows seemed to wrap around them. All Ruby could do was hold tight as her vision went black and the words from Cinder seemed to echo around her.

“Just because you’re a monster doest mean you cant protect the people you care about. All it means is that you have to find another way to protect and care about them.”

Ruby opened her eyes and paused as the shadows cleared away to show the cliffside above the Emerald Forest. Ruby took a few steps to the edge of the cliff and looked out to the trees below. “I… thought you were going to show me how I’m not a monster. Why are we here?”

“Because its easier to show you in a secluded place where you can be yourself without the fear of harming others.” Cinder slowly walked over to Ruby and looked down at the trees. “For instance, you can hunt animals instead of humans for your blood. Your fangs are tools, not weapons. And when you feel confident enough that you can feed without killing someone, then you can move on to feeding from people.”

“So… you want me… to go hunt animals instead of being around people?”

“You’re the one who trusts me.” Cinder turned to Ruby and gently put a hand on her cheek and moved her head to look into her eyes. “And you do trust me, dont you?”

Ruby slowly nodded as her voice became a small whisper. “I… think so…”

“Then follow my lead and I’ll show you everything you’re missing.”

Ruby blinked as Cinder rushed off the cliff and down into the trees below. Her face went flush as her eyes followed Cinder and she swore she could feel her chest pounding. With a deep breath and a few seconds to take everything in, she finally followed Cinder down into the forest, ready to learn just what the older vampire saw in her.

#ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #cinder fall #drabbles #vampire!cinder #dhampir!ruby

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augment-techs · 1 year

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Playlist 100 + Evil!Billy/Sentry!Skull

....as this took forever, it also took a bit of an...elongated form...so to speak. Also this presented an opportunity to add an additional chapter to an already existing piece. Color me indulgent during illness~

How was it possible that Skull actually looked worse in the aftermath of the Grid Shattering and Drakkon being removed from their dimension?

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The other Soulmates that were given a Separation by the spy and the Coinless Generals were doing fine. Had actually found a kind of peace in knowing when and where their Other had died, could survive through the aftermath if they so chose (Kat was already a survivor after losing Tanya; a few of the sentries Skull had helped--Casey Rhodes, and Robert James, and T.J. Johnson--doing the best they could with new Bonds formed from the ashes of what could have been and so grateful) and were helping rebuild their world from the rubble left at their feet.

But Billy had kept his ear to the ground and his eyes wide open and, though he had only spoken to Skull once after Kim had ascended the throne in all the hubbub and excitement of a new world, had been made aware of a growing sense of dread for his--

He wasn't the only one who noticed.

Bulk might have been occupied with his days helping out Kimberly, providing a shoulder she needed to hold onto and an ear to listen to her worries; as good as any Soulmate, though neither of them had the Marks and therefore could find whoever they wanted--but he had found himself sharing a look with Billy quite often after the genius was returned to himself and no longer had to clothe himself like one of Drakkon's favorite dolls and was still recovering the pieces of himself he'd lost while under the same spell of obedience as Kimberly.

It was usually after long days of redirecting sentry energies to protect the people who still hated them, or getting the Coinless to work with citizens who were still under the impression that Drakkon would return and punish them for helping the other; in doorways that looked down onto the pavilions that had cropped up along the palace streets (to give some semblance of order and direction among the Sentries and Coinless and volunteers) and out into the city, or windows that looked out into the bazaars that were much less rigid in expectations because one person for another was simply looking to trade what they had for what they needed. The both of them spotting that tall body, that black hair, those fox eyes and that soft smile that put everyone else at ease.

They both missed him, and they both saw the differences.

Billy had felt that neck snap before the last battle Drakkon had on the moon, and Bulk could easily recall that tan skin and shine in black hair.

Skull had been healthier Before.

Now they both saw that he was practically a ghost, skin gray and hair lackluster, but they couldn't understand why.

Until Adam Park finally walked right up to Billy after a bad day, sentries having bricks thrown at them by civilian and Coinless alike along the farther reaches of Angel Grove. He mentioned Skull having paused outside of an old house, ramshackle and with the roof half collapsed into it, smiling at how much of the wide lawn had been taken over by wildflowers and weeds, tall grass encompassing what would have been an area to park cars while the trees had tripled without the train tracks having been used in decades. He'd pointed out one of the oldest trees to Adam before the bricks had been thrown, knife marks still visible to show the scrapings of 'Skull+Bones Forever' and mentioning that he still had the pocket knife when a brick had almost bounced off his helmet and they had to address the civilians without shooting at them.

He had been happy and then he'd been drained sad and Adam hadn't been able to convince him to eat rice pudding or even the smallest cream cake when they got back to the mess hall and he'd wandered off to his rooms and, "Are you ever going to talk to him on your own or am I going to have to drag you to him?"

"I..." Billy practically choked, wringing his hands together and looking so horribly young in the face of such anger, "I didn't think he'd want to see me, let alone talk to me."

Adam looked...drawn. Sad and angry.

Then he picked Billy up like a sack of rice, slung him over his shoulder, and marched down the halls towards Skull's room with the simple grumble of, "You're so damn stupid."

When Adam dropped Billy in front of Skull's door, he also took a small silk handkerchief wrap of custard creams out of his pockets and thrust them into the other man's hands, "While you're here, do try and get him to eat. He might actually concede to you."

Then he pounded on the door, bounded out of sight down the hall, and left Billy vibrating in something not too different to terror as he waited for the door to open.

And waited...

And found himself a little chagrined at having to knock again when he counted to sixty and there was still no movement, adding in a little, "Hello," for good measure.

Except that when he knocked, the door keened on its hinges to open for itself, and he found his eyes squinting into the rather spartan room with the windows all covered in cloth and the bed occupied.

Though only just.

Billy found a little side table bare much like the rest of the room so perfect to set down the food, and shut the door as he stepped over the sentry uniform pieces strewn in a carpet leading up to the bed. The red and black like little pavings of blood and tar against the grey and white, all cement and industrial.

The blanket was more like a second bed sheet draped over Eugene's long, imposing, scarily vacant form. It imperceptibly rose and fell with his very slight breathing, but other than that, Billy felt very much like he was staring at a color drained, old fashion photo of a dead body from back when it was tradition to capture the image of a person before their soul departed entirely.

He stood for what felt like an eternity, eyes tracing old scars, crow's feet, grey hairs; the delicate stream of light that formed a line under the window veering with the sun until it was gone and there was only blue twilight, but Billy was unable to wake the man.

The shades of what had been were too firm in his psyche that his next step in choice couldn't have been stalled or diverted any more than the sun rising.

He knew all the things that had happened when he wasn't in control of his own mind were quietly shut up in a back closet of his subconscious until he was willing to deal with them--the tortures, the rapes, the executions, the way Drakkon used to fondle Billy and Kim and make them act like it was enjoyable--but with Eugene it was always different, had always been different, since they had first met and felt a connection Billy's parents had often talked about, but Billy had ignored until the tide had turned and he was returned to something like himself.

Adam was right, he was an idiot, and Eugene had more or less spent the last thirty (not twenty, though he would have given a king's ransom to a god to change that) years paying for it in ways both big and small.

Black magic could save a life when a soulmate went away, but it couldn't stop the pain of separation and missing them. Let alone when they were so close as to be able to touch, but one was scared and the other was used to waiting (knowing also that it seemed the universe was adamant that what he might want, he was not going to get).

Taking a deep breath, as though he was about to step into fire and lava, Billy took his glasses off to set them on the side table.

Turning back to where he left the custard creams, he unwrapped the paper folding holding them together and removed two, wandering back over to the side of the bed, placing one cream between his teeth and squatting down so he was eye level with Eugene's face.

Not thinking much about reflexes and survival instincts and how Billy recalled once almost getting knifed by a black sentry Drakkon once had him call on after thirty-two hours awake that had been exhausted and didn't appreciate being woken up in their sleeping quarters by one of the proverbial bogeymen; Billy touched the smooth bottom of his finger to Eugene's nose and followed the line of it up between his eyebrows, over his right eye, swirled it under his ear and held the crook of his jaw in his palm. The side of his thumb brushed at his cheekbone and Billy was met with storm born eyes blinking open to look at him.

There wasn't much in the way of affect, or in surprise, but Billy forged on, chewing his own custard cream into his mouth and offering up the other in hand much like he would have with a feral animal that looked even half as starved and out of sorts as Eugene, "Adam says that you haven't been eating. I come as emissary for his cause."

There was hesitation, those eyes deep as a well taking him in like Billy wasn't really there.

And then his sighed out like a bear on the edge of spring, turning his face to nuzzle into Billy's palm (like when they were children and Billy used to sneak into bed with him during sleepovers, Skull curling all those long limbs around him and Billy's hands always ending up braced to his chest or holding his face like a stuffed animal) and his long arm reached out from under the blanket to take the offering.

A naughty, childish leftover part of Billy took hold and he declined the grasping fingers and the open palm (by the Grid, he had big hands--and big feet from what Billy could see at the rim of the blanket) and lifted it to Eugene's lips himself. Not saying, but mentally echoing, 'Open wide.'

Eugene was not inclined towards a voice in the back of his head--like Billy had once been--to answer to the call of servitude and obedience, but he had also never once denied Billy something that he had really wanted, craved enough to cry about, or gasped in excitement over.

He hadn't when they were five and Billy cried at other children stepping on ants and had helped the small blond protect their living area for two weeks until the other much bigger kids had gotten bored with them. He hadn't when Billy was sick with the flu and couldn't go camping like his parents had arranged, so he did his best to set up a tent on the roof of the Cranston house and created a makeshift fire held in a coffee can on top of a cluster of rocks so they could roast marshmallows and still look at the stars like they were somewhere else. He hadn't when the world was falling apart around them, families and the other Rangers separated and was having a nervous breakdown because he needed help and there was nobody else except for someone he'd abandoned standing before him and asking what he could do, 'No, seriously, what do you need?'

This had not changed from that moment to the present when Eugene blinked and opened his mouth and accepted the food, face pinching at the edges and looking as uncomfortable as any eating disordered person with the swallow, but not looking panicked or offended as Billy swallowed his own and smiled, bringing both hands up to hold the sides of Eugene's face with a pause of something...more.

(It was always More with them, in spite of Billy once being extremely stupid and prideful and Eugene reacting with aggression and skittishness after a hurt neither of them could explain the source of.)

"I have more. Do you want some, or do you want to go back to sleep?"

Eugene blinked, brought a hand up to one of Billy's, and held it there a moment, thinking but still looking Billy in the eye like he always did.

Then his eyes closed while the rest of him remained in place, the ghost of Billy hoping for a longer stay hushed, and he knew the answer before the words even formed.

"Sleep. I'm sorry, but I'm... I'm just really tired."

(That little tether of blue light inside Billy, and the little string of orange inside Skull, at once gave a feather light brush against heartbeats and glowed beneath the skin as Billy gave a nervous, sad little smile; pulling the blanket back into place and helping Skull return to where he was comfortable in the dark.)

Billy didn't hesitate, just bent down to give a graze of lips across Eugene's cheek as he went back to the door, tapping the rest of the creams on his way out with intent, "I'll leave these here for when you wake up. Try to eat them, okay?"

He received no answer back, just the air of an exhale and the door's hinges turning silent behind him, lock clicking into place.

But it was... it was alright for the moment.

He was very good at plans. This gave him something to work for that didn't involve the betterment of mankind, just something he found that, walking away and grinding his teeth and twisting his fingers around each other, he had probably wanted since he was ten.

Two cups of coffee, Viennese Cinnamon with a helping of pure cream in one and brown sugar laced with red tinted honey in the other. A plate of wheat toast that had been buttered to perfection. And another two plates, each containing one Sunnyside up egg and two slices of thick, wood smoked bacon.

The sentries that Skull looked over (he looked over hundreds, yes, but there was only a small cluster that seemed brave or kind enough to get near him in places and times when there were no orders to be aloft in the field and carry weapons) and looked over him in turn seemed a little bit disconcerted when the former Huntsman took a seat to Skull's right and placed the food and drink before the both of them. The little auburn haired niece of the space ninja Drakkon had cut the head off was the only one that didn't squint at the meal as if it might be poisoned, and the young man that seemed to keep his blond friend from Reefside from attacking people of higher power on sight almost appeared relieved at someone actually doing something about their captain's Problems.

Billy didn't say anything as Eugene looked upon the meal and then looked up at blue eyes behind glasses, he merely took some toast and bit into it without pushing.

Eugene sighed, but still downed the coffee, ate the egg, nibbled half a piece of bacon, and took one bite of the toast before a vein in his neck flicked with his seeming recoil, dropping it back on the plate and excusing himself without a word. Merely a wave at the youngest sentries to take what they wanted from his unfinished meal.

He didn't say anything to Billy, but the man took no offense, considering and plotting as Cassidy took the short bacon, Devin the long bacon, Marah and Kapri the practically untouched toast.

Billy's own meal was finished except for the egg, which he cut four ways before sliding it over to the sentries and leaving in the opposite direction of Eugene; to plan and consider and help things along with Kim, whereas Eugene made their proposals happen.

Greasy and fresh pork fried rice, twin goblets of black cherries swimming in what smelled like light rose wine, a tureen that looked like it belonged to Marie Antoinette filled awkwardly with a rotisserie chicken lightly spiced and soaking its juices into mashed potatoes topped with chives an lightly dusted with garlic.

Billy knew that he was pressing his luck here, in the dinner hours, Skull's seat at a balcony window a very telling thing in that he was supposed to left alone to decompress from a day of doing his duty and helping civilians and giving orders that some of the sentries still quibbled over and a lot of the Coinless didn't think he had the authority to give.

But Billy knew that the man hadn't eaten anything since the breakfast he imposed on him the day before and there was still information to be gathered on just why the man would put himself at risk with an empty stomach, energy constantly dwindling among the people he was supposed to protect that hated him.

It couldn't be a physical health issue like cancer or internal scarring; Billy had dug into his exam history and--while it had made him vomit for a good hour at the sheer volume of x-rays and had triggered his memory of events he'd been present for--Skull technically had a clean (this being an operative word that made Billy also grit his teeth and throw and stapler out of a third floor window) bill of health.

Psychological problems were Billy's next consideration, and the fattest things he could beg Bulk to help him make on short notice would probably ring the bell for yes or no if that was the issue.

If Eugene was surprised by Billy taking a seat on the other side of the balcony after placing the food between them and setting himself up with a little bit of everything in a bowl, cracking some chopsticks and smoothing them out against each other while he waited, it didn't show across his face or his shoulders.

It might have made itself more clear in the way his fingers twitched and paused before taking up a small bowl for himself, cutting off a sliver of chicken and a dollop of potatoes; spooning over some rice that would have only filled a very small bird and taking his own sweet time with smoothing out the chopsticks offered by Billy before he used one to skewer a cherry.

He seemed to savor the tastes, noting the effort it took to make the meal and was courteous enough to compliment Billy's turn on Bulk's recipes, "He's not a fan of garlic and the chicken rub is a lot softer than he would use," but otherwise kept quiet and looked out upon the city kingdom, watched sentries going home from the day shifts and the coinless heading in for the night shift that everyone was still getting used to.

It felt odd to Billy, this quiet that followed around Skull like something halfway between a state of grace and a warning siren to the discombobulate the unwary. He'd never been this quiet Before, had seemed to detest the very notion of letting moments pass on without filling them with something like notes from life.

But he still ate the food as best he could, and Billy wouldn't break the serenity of the moment by asking something so stupid as, 'Are you alright?' or 'Are you doing better?'

Or Grid forbid Billy say the one thing he wanted after years and years of wondering, 'Is our Bond truly lost? Did you know Before? Did I break you?'

The Blue Ranger bit down so hard on his mouthful of chicken at that last thought that he almost bit clean through the ends of the chopsticks, but he yanked them out just before they splintered, holding them away from his face and glaring at them a moment.

Then he realized how ridiculous he must have looked and glanced nervously over at Skull, finding the man standing up, plate and bowl finished and a brow raised at the figure Billy cut.

(Billy was never going to get over how tall Skull got; how broad--even with the weight loss.)

"Trade you mine, if your chopsticks are leaving splinters in your mouth?"

Unable to form a coherent answer to that, Billy simply blinked and tried not to show his embarrassment as Skull handed over his own chopsticks--wiped clean on a cotton kerchief, like a gentleman, Billy couldn't help thinking--and took Billy's.

"Thank you for the meal."

He swept back into the dining hall without a sound, not even boots making taps with each step as Billy stood in place a moment longer.

Then he looked at the end of the chopsticks and had to remind himself of his purpose before his brain was overrun with the thought of indirect kisses.

Psychological ills were probably not at the high end of Skull's reasons for his lack of eating.

(Billy himself couldn't manage to finish the rest of the food by himself, so he ended up giving it to the lieutenants Johnson, Winslow, Chen, and Park on his way out of the dining hall. All of them still as houses and suspicious, save for Adam, who rolled his eyes at Billy's back and dug into the potatoes; practically inciting motion like a dog whistle at a greyhound track, the others were so quick to tuck in and hum in delight.)

Pineapple and gin in tiny little glasses, with tiny little umbrellas that Billy had to improvise making with wax paper and toothpicks. A fish bowl full of whole milk with the cream still on top that the poor blue ranger spent the better part of the day trying to get from the one cow in the kingdom that absolutely detested being touched. Little squares very poorly decorated with little pink hearts of strawberry-and-cream sheet cake (like the both of them knew from trying to recreate them at eight after Billy bulldozed through Little Women at Christmas and his parents weren't around to stop them).

And Adam answering Skull's door, finger held up to his lips as Skull's other favorite (everyone knew it, and nobody held it against them) sentries looked out along the door frame, all torn between irritation and a weird kind of affection for the poor blond man.

Billy thought he might cry.

"Again?"

"Out like a light halfway home from patrol duty," Adam confirmed, but, not one to waste a good meal, herded Billy in and had him set down the offerings he'd brought along to run his usual gambit of tests on the how and why of Skull's eating problem. Emotional wounds were a lot harder to diagnose, but Billy still held onto to the reality that he'd known the other the longest and had the widest window into what might set him back on course.

Billy didn't whine, but only just, as he set down the meal on the side table, hanging up his cloak as T.J. and Kai wandered over to call dibs on the little umbrella drinks, Cassidy, Devin, Marah, and Kapri fast to take a seat on all sides of the sheet cake, dipping the treats into the cream milk and all almost moaning at the decadence that they hadn't imbibed in for years.

Billy would have taken it for a true compliment if he wasn't so focused on taking a seat on the edge of the bed where Kelsey remained, the yellow sentry scooting over to give Billy room to get more comfortable at Skull's waist side, her hand, however, not letting go of the thin wrist as she counted heartbeats to ease the lot of them of their worry for their captain.

Billy only got about five seconds of taking stock of the situation, Skull looking much more pale, the lines in his face more pronounced, the grey in his hair more obvious--before Kelsey finally said what had been on mind of every sentry that gave a damn about the man and didn't care to see him suffer any longer than necessary.

"You're going about this all wrong."

"...I'm sorry?"

"He's your Soulmate. He doesn't need some grand courting display for you to prove that you care about him, he just needs you to tell him you love him."

"I'm...I'm not so sure that's true."

"That's okay," Marah chirped, swallowing down a mouthful of cake and smiling much more than she often did, "We're sure."

"Yeah, dude," Devin piped up, meandering over with a slice of the confection for Kelsey and actually patting the Blue Ranger on the shoulder as if he hadn't spent the last twenty years as someone just as scary and terrifying as the Ranger Slayer, "Guy's been in love with you since, like, forever. I don't think it's going to be that hard to convince him if you just say boo."

"But it will," And Billy didn't even know where this free for all of information was coming from. He didn't even tell the other Rangers about his hesitation towards trying to mend bridges with Skull that Billy himself had torched into oblivion when they were young and stupid, "It will. It's all just...such a mess. I made it a mess."

There was silence, awkward and still for a moment. But then almost like a little light going off in the dark, a firefly in a field of lavender almost black at midnight, Adam cleared his throat and pointed at Billy's hand pressed to the bed.

Looking down, Billy almost jolted, soul leaving his body, as he found that in his sleep, Skull's other hand had found its way out from under the covers to touch the tips of their fingers. He was still unconscious and still exhausted in his sleep, but Billy knew the touch hadn't been there when he sat down.

When Billy allowed himself to breathe, he found his face quite wet.

When he wiped away the water out from under his glasses, he found the others in the room looking smug, endeared to both men, earnest in their gladness, and all quietly removing themselves from the room; not leaving behind a crumb or glass or anything else but the two that really needed to just...be alone together.

#ask fill #prompt fill #boom! comics power rangers #Billy Cranston x Eugene Skull Skullovitch #World of the Coinless #mmpr #ggpr #mighty morphin comics #playlist

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Meet Me In The Woods

summary: it's astarion's turn to keep watch for the night. everyone's off to bed and he's still gone hunting and nowhere to be seen. you refuse to be the one to fill in for him again, so you venture into the woods looking for where he was last seen.

rating: E

word count: 2.9k

pairing: astarion x you (afab!reader (she/her pronouns used), sorceress if you even care)

cw: 18+. smut, porn with no plot, feral astarion, fingering, teasing, slight knife play, forest sex, reader is tied up, rough sex, possessive sex (if you squint), vampire bites, blood drinking, PiV, primal play, praise kink (would it really be an astarion fic otherwise?), creampie, soft ending.

a/n: so this started out as a second chapter to my last fic and uh. well, youre here now, you know as well as i do that this aint chapter 2 BUT rest easy, im ALSO working on that. i do not control the goblin in my brain whos thirsting over astarion. ENJOY

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If you could only see the beast you've made of me

I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free

The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound

I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground

After an exhausting day spent fighting battle after battle, your friends and you spend some time relaxing around the campfire. You chat for a good hour before some of your companions start heading to bed, and that’s when you notice one of them is missing.

Astarion.

He had a habit of going hunting most nights to get his fill, which was necessary since you didn't always let him have his way with you, but tonight, he was taking longer than usual. Everyone else tried to reassure you that he was fully capable of handling his own, but you couldn’t help but have a bad feeling about it ; your intuition was rarely wrong. And so, you ventured into the woods looking for him.

The woods were especially dark at this hour of the night, even with your flame cantrip in hand, there wasn’t much you could see around you. You had never taken a walk alone this late, and there was something about the sounds of the forest that made you uneasy. You were only getting further from the camp and any chance for your call for help to be heard, if need be, was getting smaller. The rustling of leaves and wood cracking near you drains you of any courage you had left.

You turn around to look at the direction you’re sure the sound was coming from and see nothing, only to turn back around and be face to face with Astarion.

“GODS, Fuck!” you jump, losing your flame in the process, startled at his sudden presence. You allow yourself to take a few breaths, dropping your hands to your knees to get a hold of yourself, before questioning him. “What is wrong with you?!”, you glare at him.

You breathe out deeply one last time before getting back up to eye level with him, still waiting for an answer from him. The moonlight shines almost perfectly over him, allowing you to forget about your flame for the time being. There’s something off about him though, but you can’t quite put your finger on it. He speaks up only to ask you a question himself.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is husky, very different from his usually high-pitched tone, you notice. He’s eying you hungrily and his stance is rigid.

“What do you mean? Do you know how long you’ve been gone for? I was–” you stop yourself before finishing. He just pissed you off, you weren’t just going to admit that you cared for the pretentious prick. “We were wondering if you were fine.”

“Worried about me, dear?” His lidded eyes pierce through you, as his hand moves to hold your chin between his thumb and finger, his face nearing yours.

You’re lucky the dim light of the moon isn’t enough for him to see the blush creeping over your cheeks. You scoff and push his hand aside before backing away, trying to conceal your flushed state. “I’m not worried about you, you have the first round for watch duty tonight and I was making sure you would be back on time, so I don’t need to cover for you again.”

“Of course, darling,” he says, with a skeptical tone.

You quickly come to the realization that this was a waste of time. He didn't deserve your energy, or care, and you should’ve never come looking for him in the first place, “Well, alright, I’ll leave you to it then, just– don’t take too long.”

As you turn around to leave, he makes his way right back in front of you, surprisingly fast, stopping you in your tracks, “Hold on, little love. You’re not just going to leave me hanging like this, are you?” He tilts his head, his eyes watching your every move.

“What? No I– I came to check up on you, and clearly you’re fine, so I’m going back to the camp now and I'll keep watch in the meantime, you just take the time you need to finish hunting.” You try to move past him only for him to raise his hand insistently, blocking you again.

“Oh, but I think I’m done now.”

Your breathing stops momentarily and your eyes squint, “I’m… not sure I follow.”

“Well,” he steps forward, making you step back in return, “I was hunting, rather successfully, might I add,” he keeps getting closer to you and you almost trip over a branch at your feet as you back away, “Until an inconsiderate, little sorceress made her way into this very forest, quite loudly,” you back up against a tree as he towers over you. “So you can imagine my dismay when all my other potential prey made a run for it,” he lifts your chin to meet his gaze again. “All, except for one.”

Your heartbeat quickens and your entire body freezes. Your eyes flicker in fear and you feel a shiver go through your spine. It takes everything in you to mumble the next few words, “Listen, I– I’m really sorry I made your meal run away, okay? You can feed on me tonight.”

He chuckles menacingly, “That was implied, my sweet.”

You feel your legs shake in anticipation and a warmth blossoming in your stomach. You’re… looking forward to this?

Your intuition is telling you that you're in danger and yet you remain still. Shouldn’t you be making a run for it? The camp is not that far away, if you just managed to slip past him…

As if he read your mind, Astarion takes a hold of your waist with one hand to pin you to the tree you were back against, restraining you under him, “You’re not going anywhere, pet, ” he growls, before crashing his lips against yours.

The kiss takes you by surprise and you instinctively moan in his mouth. It’s rough and hungry, with his tongue looking for yours, probing your mouth, tasting everything you have to offer, leaving you breathless. A part of you wanted to touch him, get a hold of his luscious curls, pull him in closer, but as if you were under a spell, you remained paralyzed, your hands holding back against the very tree he was pushing you against.

If any part of you wanted to run before, it’s all gone now. If he was going to drink you dry tonight, you would greet death’s embrace with open arms.

It’s nothing a scroll of revivify couldn’t fix, right?

As the kiss deepens, you feel his body pushing against yours and his hips bucking forward, his already-hard bulge rubbing you both through your clothing, making him groan in your mouth. The motion turns you into a mess, your underwear getting drenched from your arousal. His fang nicks your bottom lip and you whimper in pain as he sucks on it, getting a taste of your blood. He pulls back from you to eye you down and you can see the dangerous lust in his eyes. His hand leaves your face to grab a hold of his trusty knife that he raises to your neck. You lift your face up, trying to pull away from the weapon as he trails the tip along the side of your jawline softly, leaving goosebumps in its wake. The adrenaline is coursing through your veins and it’s like he can taste it in your blood left on his lips, see how your breath quickens and sense your blood pumping furiously, fearing what he might do to you.

“Please– you don’t need to do this, think of what the others will say if I don’t come back to camp,” you plead.

“You need not worry, my dear,” he lowers his knife down your belly and slides it under your shirt, ripping the fabric apart inch by inch as he brings it back up to your chest, exposing your warm, soft skin to the cool night air. “I plan on taking very good care of you,” he whispers, in the hollow of your neck.

He carelessly drops his knife on the ground next to you and gently caresses your skin, making his way up to your breasts. You close your eyes and sigh, letting yourself get lost in his touch.

“Gods, you’re so beautiful,” he sighs in your ear. “It really isn’t fair that I don’t get you all to myself every night.” He leaves a trail of kisses from your ear to your shoulder, leaving playful bites around your neck, while his hands roughly massage your tits and give them the occasional pinch that makes you whine. The fear you previously felt leaves place for arousal, pooling at your core. You want more, you need more. You need him.

You push yourself against his touch and rub your aching cunt over his leg, “My, my, is my little pet hungry, too?” He removes your pants in one swift move and his hand wanders down, sliding between your legs.

“ Ah–!”, finally your reflexes kick in and you raise a hand to your mouth to muffle your screams. Just as quickly, Astarion takes your hand away and pins it above your head.

“Tutut,” he purrs, “I want to hear every sweet noise you will make for me.”

His fingers make their way inside you and he picks up a painfully slow rhythm. Each thrust makes you lose yourself even more and earns him a moan out of you. You simply melt under his touch. He thrusts once more, deeper, only to remove himself entirely.

“No! Astarion please–” you start begging him, wiggling under him as he still firmly holds you in place. The loss of his touch is simply unbearable.

“Please what? ”, he hums, sucking on his fingers to taste your juices.

“Please, please touch me, take me, I need to feel you, I– ah!,” you cry out as he nibbles on your nipple.

“I’m terribly sorry little love, it’s awfully unlike me to play with my food,” he coos, wearing a malicious smile.

You groan in frustration. He was toying with you and you felt yourself grow impatient at this game. You try to fight your way out of his grasp with your free hand only for him to grab it and pin it next to the other one.

“Well, I can’t have you wiggling like that, can I?” “What are you gonna do about it?”, your own audacity surprises you.

“Mh, I have a few ideas,” he takes a hold of both your wrists with one hand and reaches into his back pocket to pull out a bundle of rope. “I might finally get a use out of this damned thing.”

He gracefully ties your wrists together above your head and with a strong push, throws the rope around the tree, and secures the tie around your hands. You try again to free yourself, unsuccessfully wriggling out of your bounds, before you sigh in resignation.

“There, you look perfect. My little treat on display,” he takes a step back to admire his handiwork.

He’s simply too far and you need to feel his skin against yours. If he wasn't gonna touch you, you would touch yourself. You remember how his fingers felt inside you and you start rubbing your thighs together subconsciously, trying to ease the ache throbbing between your legs. You feel yourself dripping along your leg from excitement when you see him undo his belt.

“Do you think you’re ready for me, my sweet?”, he lets his trousers fall on the forest floor before stepping out of them, freeing his already-leaking cock.

“Gods yes,” you lack any self restraint anymore, your pride be damned. Any coherent thought was out of the door the moment you saw how hard he was, you could only imagine just how full he would make you feel.

“Mhm, we’ve made you wait long enough, don’t you think?” he asks, rubbing his length against your entrance, getting himself wet from your juices.

“Mmmhng– I– ah– I fucking swear Astarion if you don’t fuck me right now I’ll- Ahhhh!” You’re cut off by his grip on your hips lifting you up before roughly thrusting into you.

“Gods, you’re so tight,” he growls against your neck as he makes you bounce on him.

Each thrust hits you deeper in your womb, he feels so much bigger than you expected. You pull on your restraints, searching to hold on something as you throw your head back, each bounce scrapping your back against the tree you were tied to. The pain from the bark roughing up your skin mixed deliciously with Astarion’s tight grip on your hips.

With your neck now fully exposed, the vampire eagerly licks the sensitive spot on your neck in anticipation, “You have no idea how much I want to eat you whole. ”

“Do it, bite me, ” you pant. “Take everything you need.”

That's the only permission he needs to sink his sharp teeth in your pulsing vein and start drinking you up. You cry out at the initial pain ; the feeling never ceases to surprise you. The cold lingering feeling of his fangs entering your neck combined with the warmth of his cock pounding you is such a unique yet heavenly experience that soon enough, all pain you felt turns into pure pleasure. You're simply unable to speak anymore, your only form of communication left being your moans and cries for the pale elf ravaging your body.

“Oh fuck, keep making those sweet noises for me, gods- you feel so good,” he hisses, pausing his drinking to take in the feeling of your walls tightening around him.

Your blood drips from the fresh wound on your neck down to your breasts and Astarion licks the trail back up to its source, where he bites a second time to keep savoring your essence. You feel yourself losing consciousness as your vision is getting darker, and he stops drinking from you, sensing your weakness. He growls as he takes his last sip from you, ripping out his teeth from your flesh and lapping at the blood from your fresh wound, “You’re doing so good for me, little love, so so good.”

His words of praise are like a balm over your wounds, a soft embrace after the pain you went through and it strengthens the build up between your legs. He feels you clench around him and he knows he's just as close as you are, all he needs is for you to let go.

“Come for me now love,” he breathes against your ear, "let me hear you scream for me, I wanna feel you come around me.”

His last words hit you like electricity throughout your whole body. You feel yourself clench around him, enveloping his cock in the warmth of your womb. With a few last frantic strokes, Astarion releases himself inside of you, holding you tightly against him. He rides out the waves of pleasure still surrounded by your warm embrace, moaning in the crook of your neck. He embraced you strongly allowing you to come back from your high in his arms. You swear you could see stars before your eyes. The world had gone silent. Your mind went blank.

You’re brought back to reality by the vampire releasing you from his grasp, carefully dropping your legs. You’re absolutely spent. Your entire body feels heavy, if it wasn’t for the tight rope around your wrist holding you up, you would have fallen to your knees. You don’t even wanna think about the trail back to camp. If you didn’t have any ounce of decency left, you’d let yourself fall asleep in the same position he left you in.

Astarion notices your tired eyes flicking open, fighting the urge to fall asleep right there and then. He laughs quietly at your state, feeling quite the opposite after drinking from you. He holds your face softly, lifting it up slightly to meet his eyes.

“Shall I carry you back to your tent now, my sweet?” Your nod mindlessly, as you’re too exhausted to give a better answer. He takes a moment to untie your bounds and lay you on the ground before putting his pants back on. He pulls off his shirt and puts it on you instead to cover you from the cold forest breeze. It’s the least he could do after tearing your own shirt apart. He grabs your pants that were discarded just minutes ago and swings them over his shoulder before swiftly picking you up. He carries you back to camp, where a dimly lit fire awaits you both. Thankfully, all your companions are fast asleep and you’re saved from the embarrassment of the situation. Astarion lays you down on your bedroll and pulls a blanket over you. He pulls your hair away from your face and gently strokes your cheek, before walking away and sitting around the fire. You open your eyes to see him trying to light it back up. You watch the light of the newborn fire reflect on his pale, sweaty skin, a dreamy sight that you take in before letting yourself drift off to sleep.

At least, you didn’t end up covering for his round this time.

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