#i forgot how i wanted to finish this so this is what ya'll are getting

[shieldherostuffs]

Otherworldly War

Inspired by the all the different Humans Are Space Orcs tags on here, which gave this idea.

This idea is taken from the thing with world jumping in Shield Hero, and I came up with the idea of many worlds somehow utilizing the Waves to World Jump via Magic, and take over or just eradicate many other worlds.

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Naofumi had been peacefully living his life with his parents and younger brother, running their shop in the Capital of their home kingdom. Naofumi would usually stay in the shop, making small trinkets and pieces of jewelry to sell as their own merchandise, while his brother would go out with their mom to try and get more experience in making deals with traveling merchants, and their dad would help customers and keep inventory in the shop.

However, that was all ruined one day, when the sky turned red, and toxic-green swirls appeared in the sky. Not only did monsters they've never seen before start appearing and causing chaos, but also what seemed to be an army led by a man with a purple cape, wielding a staff.

The Kingdom was too unprepared for the attack and too busy dealing with the monsters to properly fight back against the suddenly-appearing army. It only took hours for the Capital to fall, and that was with a few survivors who'd hidden themselves away.

Naofumi and his brother had been able to hide in the basement of their shop where they usually store their most valuable items, the latch-door hidden away by a heavy rug.

It was only hours later, when the sun had gone down, the chaos had stopped, and the cheers of victory from the opposing army had gone quiet.

Naofumi had left the basement first, holding the latch for his brother to get out before they snuck out to the front of the shop. Naofumi kept his brother behind him as they snuck through between the shelves, overturned tables, and broken merchandise of all kinds on the floor.

They had to take a few minutes to breath and not break down when they found their dad's corpse laying in front of the counter. Naofumi left his brother hiding behind the counter and snuck to the front of the shop, where the door let just a sliver of moonlight through, and the windows were broken. Naofumi moved up to look through the window, only to quickly duck down when he saw a group of the soldiers who'd come with the change in the sky hanging out outside the tavern on the other side of the street, among the blood and corpses (both human and not) dirtying the streets.

"Hey! Everyone, the messengers just got here! This whole world has gone down, and if there's anyone left alive, they're without hope! The four heroes have been killed, and every civilization has been scattered at the least!" A soldier shouted as he ran down to join the group.

Naofumi's breath hitched, he fought not to let out a sob, and he could faintly hear his little brother's breathing grow heavier from behind the counter. Naofumi took one last look at his dad's corpse, before quietly hurrying over to take his brother's hand and take him to the back of the shop. They hid among the storage shelves, clutching each other close as they trembled with emotion, fighting themselves not to cry out and sob and wail.

However, a little later, they'd hear the door being thrown open, and multiple sounds of steps coming into the store.

The two, despite their wishing and praying, end up found by the soldiers, and are taken back to where the main army have set up camp in the castle's courtyard.

Just as the two arrive, Naofumi's eyes are locked on the leader of the army, using his staff to execute the last few survivors of the capital that'd been found hiding. One of them, Naofumi recognizes as the nice middle-aged lady living by the river with her goats, selling the best and softest string, wool, and clothes, who would Naofumi help he sew and weave. As they make eye-contact, hers become lifeless, and her body falls to the ground.

Naofumi's brain is in overdrive, trying to protect him from the trauma of everything, and to protect his younger brothers, and keep them both alive.

Every face that he sees, mainly the leader of the army, is burned into Naofumi's brain, never to be forgotten.

Before anything else can happen, a golden light surrounds the whole army, and they cheer as they become but small pieces of light shooting towards the shrinking swirls in the sky. Naofumi watches as they all disappear and the sky returns to the normal night sky.

———

Something must've gone wrong.

Naofumi and his brother had been trying to escape their dying world by leaving through the swirls in the sky, the same way that army had. They'd clutched each other as it happened, but something had pulled him away from his brother, separating them.

Now, he was here, a shield stuck to his arm, surrounded by mages, standing with three other guys as confused as him, with a different weapon each, now demanding things from the mages.

Honestly, if it wasn't for the situation and lack of information, Naofumi would be looking for his brother right now.

A bit later, the four of them were led away by the mages, to meet the King of the Kingdom they'd been summoned to. As the doors opened, Naofumi walked in alongside the other four, keeping his eyes trained on the long rug under his feet.

As the other three stopped, so did Naofumi.

Then, the King spoke up,

And Naofumi recognized that voice.

When Naofumi raised his head, and turned his eyes to the man sitting on the throne before them, he recognized that face, even if it had aged many years.

———

It's been a while since everything went down, and yet the anger and lust for revenge Naofumi felt hadn't dwindled since he's seen that face again. He kept seeing faces from back then in almost every group of soldiers he comes across.

He wants revenge on those who decided his world had to be destroyed by the Waves of Calamity, and sped it up by killing so many of the innocent and weak. He and his brother had been of those, and had to live through the genocide of everyone they cared for, and more, being killed.

He felt with Raphtalia, and how she, too, had lost almost everyone to the Waves similarly, had then been separated from them, and was now fighting for the people half-responsible for it.

Naofunmi hadn't yet told her or Filo that he hates the King and army for more than just what had been done to him so soon after being summoned.

After getting back at the former first princess and former king only for what they did to him while in this world, Naofumi he proposed something to the Queen. The moment he'd had the chance, he'd tried to find out everything about the King's past.

"He's a Vassal Hero hailed as a War Hero as well, yeah? Why not make him useful instead of a waste of resources to keep him alive?"

The Queen had agreed, and when the next Wave came around, Trash was dragged with them to the battlefield at sea, on strict orders to follow everything Queen Mirellia said.

Naofumi's hatred had even expanded to the majority of this world once he'd gotten the information that the majority of this world's rulers had gone into agreement that whenever possible, they would travel with the Waves to fight and eradicate different worlds to let their own survive.

Funny how they didn't tell that to the Four Heroes, huh?

He didn't really care that Glass had come to fight against the Four Heroes, he couldn't care less for the survival of this world, but he would be damned if he didn't find a way to leave it before it could be destroyed.

But, despite the hatred, Naofumi had come to care for L'Arc and Therese during their time at Cal Mira.

Naofumi had honestly been shocked when L'Arc and Therese had turned against them, but he hadn't really cared that they were fighting to destroy this world for the sake of theirs. The other three were appalled at how little care Naofumi had to actually fight the two.

What he had cared about, however, was a familiar voice arguing with Glass.

"I told you're not strong enough to help us yet! You have years to go! Now we'll have to fight and protect you!"

"I don't care if you think I'm too weak, I need to look for him!"

"That doesn't mean you should forcefully join me when world-jumping!"

A few moments later, Glass and a young man joined L'Arc and Therese.

Naofumi couldn't focus on the surrounding talking with his eyes, and mind zeroed in on the young man standing with L'Arc's group. He looked a year or two older than last Naofumi had seen him, he was wearing different clothes, and his hair was longer, but he was still the same.

Then, a pair of similar emerald green eyes met Naofumi's and widened in shock, body frozen.

A moment later, a pair of arms wrapped around Naofumi, holding him tight.

"Big Brother!"

Naofumi didn't waste a second before hugging his younger brother back, clutching just as tightly as before they'd been caught by that group of solider's from Melromarc's army.

"Ah... This makes things a bit complicated..." L'Arc trailed off

"How so?" Naofumi asked, not letting go of his shaking brother

"We promised him to help him find his brother again, and he would help us protect our world, but since you're the Shield Hero..." Therese explained

"I don't care for this world. He told you what happened to ours, yes? Well, this is the world that attacked our home world and caused its destruction. I don't want to fight for it anymore. If we can find a way for me to be able to world-jump with you, I will gladly surrender-" Naofumi was interrupted

"Naofumi! What the hell are you talking about?!" Motoyasu shouted

"Sir Iwatani, how do you know about world-jumping?" Apparently they'd been taking enough time for the Queen to join them

"... Motoyasu, Itsuki, Ren, did you know that the majority of Rulers in this world are in an agreement to eradicate and destroy any world they come across while traveling to other worlds via the Waves? That they'll kill and cause the deaths of millions and billions of people?" Naofumi said, leaving the three speechless

"As for your questions, Your Majesty; your husband was hailed as a War Hero for causing the destruction of countless worlds, yes? My brother and I lost our world to invaders coming through our world's First Wave, and their leader was a man with a purple cape, wielding a Staff. The face of your younger husband is engrained in my mind as he executed innocents from our Kingdom after they'd killed everyone alongside the Monsters we'd never seen before."

#naofumi iwatani #the rising of the shield hero #rising of the shield hero #shield hero #shield hero prompt #shield hero short fic #shield hero idea #i forgot how i wanted to finish this so this is what ya'll are getting

[angelltheninth]

You Don't Have to Tell Me

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Tags: fluff, domestic, chores, neck kissing, flirting, blushing, slight injury, blood, suggestive

Word count: 0.8k

A/N: People who commission me for Jason Todd fics are some of my favorite people. Like ya'll have so much taste.

1. "What did I do to deserve you?"

Your and Jason's apartment was regularly empty, leaving many chores to be done by the time both of you came back from your respective missions. These chores were always divided between the two of you, making whoever finished them first able to tease and distract the other.

That is how you found yourself kissing the back of his neck while he washed the dishes. You could see his skin prickling and his body tingle from your kisses. The target you selected was the nape of his neck, right below his hairline. It was a mildly ticklish spot for him, nothing that would make him drop a plate or a glass.

"Going a little slow there. Don't tell me dishes are what bests you?" You interlocked your fingers at the front of his stomach, feeling the soft material of his shirt.

"I would have finished faster if you weren't distracting me." He poured more liquid soap on the surface and scrubbed it away under the warm water. Ignoring your kisses and the warm, soft press of you against his back was getting increasingly difficult. "Normally you want me to take my time finishing." His head turned enough for you to see his wink and smirk.

You could feel the tips of your ears burning. Remembering all those times you told him to slow down, to take easy, make it last... Agh! You couldn't let him distract you. He was trying to get out of doing the rest of his chores, you knew he was.

Jason wasn't an irresponsible boyfriend. He actually took the role very seriously. More then some other things in his life. He never wanted you to look at him and see someone not worth being around, he wanted to be someone who you could always know you could rely on and be safe and happy with. At the same time he loved flirting. You've never met anyone who could turn any situation into a flirting opportunity, but Jason Todd could.

"You know if you finished fast now you could take your sweet time with me later." A little extra motivation never hurt. You brushed your lips against the back of his ear, "I could that thing with my mouth that you like so much."

Your words were immediately followed by the sound of breaking plate.

"Jason! Be careful!" Too late, he was already bleeding.

"It's okay. Nothing that a little water can't fix." He pushed his hand under the flowing water and immediately recoiled, "Shit, that's burning hot!" In his haste he forgot to turn it to cold water. You pulled him by the back of his shirt and into the living room. You didn't have to tell him to sit, he just did. When you returned with the first aid kit he couldn't help but laugh a little, "Babe, you know I regularly get hurt worst then this right? We're superheroes, kinda comes with-" He stopped short when you closed your lips around the cut "-the job."

"I know it does. That doesn't change the fact that I can still worry about you. You always take care of me. This isn't a one way street Jason." You kissed the cut area before applying cream to the cut to relieve the stinging pain.

"What did I do to deserve you?" He asked with his smile so wide and his eyes gleaming with joy. Yet you could sense that the question was a bit more layered then simple flirting. You fetched the band-aid and held his hand in yours while you put it in place, then kissed over it too. Under your lips you felt his pulse speeding up.

When your eyes met his he looked away quickly, instead twirling his white tuff of hair. He tried to have a neutral look on his face while you kissed up his forearm until you got to the short sleeve of his shirt.

"That's easy." You beamed as you sat on his lap and cupped his cheeks, "You're you, Jason Todd. There's nothing and no one more that you have to be." You felt a little like a lovesick puppy saying this but it was the absolute truth.

"A hot bad boy?" Jason leaned in.

"Are you one though? I think you're a real softie actually." You left an inch between you.

"You can always make me hard." Wouldn't have to try very much knowing him. "And then soft. And then hard again. And then-" You pressed your finger to his lips.

"You're not getting anything until the chores are done."

He gasped dramatically and placed his injured hand over his hand, "You're gonna make an injured man do chores? How heartless of you."

"Yeah, really diabolical." You pulled him up and lead him back to the kitchen, "Take your time. I promise to make it worth your while." You traced the hem of his pants with your finger, and then just slightly below it. "Half way there already." Except you weren't only talking about the dishes.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd fanfiction #titans x reader #titans #dc #dc imagine #dc fanfic #dc x reader #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #red hood fanfiction #jason todd fluff #dc comics x reader #dc comics #dc comics imagine #dc comics fanfiction #dc comics fluff #titans fluff #red hood fluff

[etherealyoungk]

chef mingyu part five (epilogue)

since alot of yall requested for an epilogue to end the series, here you go!

warnings: wholesome fluff

chef!mingyu x chef!reader // wordcount:

here's part one, two, three, four

taglist: @daisycheols @ksyongi @hyunyin @strawberri-uyu @urboyangelhani @yoongyuplace @rosealie05 @shuabby1994 @merapehlapyaarwaapasaagaya

it's been about three months since you and mingyu have been dating after you finally came to your senses and finally acknowledged your feelings about him. and honestly you were so happy. mingyu was sweet, funny, honest, passionate, and still annoyingly attractive but who were you to complain because you had him all to yourself now.

you're at mingyu's place because you're finally keeping your end of the deal and cooking another meal for him because you still owed mingyu one last meal, and he wasn't going to let you forget about it. after months of nagging and forgetting, remembering and nagging again, here you are, cooking him a meal.

"i really didn't think you'd make me cook for you again after i admitted how i felt, like that's just petty", you tell. "we made a deal hm and it still has to be fulfilled", he counters. "i was glad you forgot about it...until now", you mumble and he chuckles.

you had prepared pork tonkatsu with some sides and you set everything on the table. "looks good", he says. "of course, this is like my specialty", you tell proudly with a smile. you watch as mingyu takes a bite and chews. "it's...better than i expected", he admits and you smile. "see, everyone loves it"

oh, and mingyu still loves to tease you about how you were 'playing hard to get' on purpose. "you know i still don't get why you hated me", he asks after dinner, where you both are sitting on the couch, having some cake mingyu bought.

"i didn't hate you", you defend. "liar, you totally hated me like i swear i saw lasers shooting from your eye the first time we met", he counters and you roll your eyes at his exaggeration.

"i just...i don't know, i thought you were so full of yourself and too cocky...and too good looking", you tell mumbling the last part. "hm what was that baby?", he prods, as he puts his plate down. "nothing", you tell. "speak up baby", "that you were too good looking oh my god", you tell, annoyed.

''you left out the most important part". "what?", you ask, confused. "that you were dying to sleep with me", he completes, with a stupid smirk.

"mingyu!", you exclaim, whacking his arm as he laughs. "i was not okay", you tell, putting down your plate too. "i just-" "was so desperate for me", he says, finishing the sentence for you, making you glare at him as he leans closer, wrapping his arm around your waist as he pulls you closer to him.

"you're so annoying", you huff. "only for you", he replies, as he leans in to kiss you and you get lost in the feeling of his lips on yours.

"you need to cook me something next time", you mumble as you pull away. "hm whatever you want", he says as he chases after your lips again, making you melt in his embrace.

i hope ya'll liked this! i enjoyed writing this series so much!! thank you to everyone who read this, followed along and enjoyed it <3

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[xxavengingangelxx]

Somewhere Only We Know 4/?

Part 4, loves!

Triggers: Flashbacks/nightmares about torture, mentions of self-harm, mentions of suicide, mentions of possibly abusing a pregnant woman (neither party knew yet), mindfuckery Graves playing mind games, possessive behavior. Let me know if I forgot any!

Taglist! @unicorngirly1 (thanks for the ideas, love!), @sharksausages, @bellgraves, @josieguts, @lily-lily131313, @shepgurl - if you want in, let me know :)

A/N: This is entirely new territory for me! Lots of ups and downs in this one. Let me know what ya'll think! These chapters are getting harder to write, I'm not sure why! It might be because of my overwhelming work schedule and exhaustion. But I love this fic :)

Val experiences ups and downs in her first few days back with Shadow Company. Graves increases security but Val still feels vulnerably, especially when she finds out she's still expected to be in the field to help put an end to Makarov, a man she is terrified of.

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You woke up to someone with their hands on your arms. You forgot you were back with Graves and lashed out. Or you tried to. He subdued you easily.

“It’s me, Val,” he said quietly.

You sat up. He was dressed. You weren’t. The scratches on your arms were worse than you thought.

“Why’d you do that to yourself?”

“It was a lot. It just brought back bad memories,” you responded. You were getting teary-eyed. Again. Fuck these hormones. “Shit, they drugged me, restrained me. They had me in cuffs and were about to lock me up—”

He hadn’t seen you cry in months. The last time Graves had seen you cry was when you were being tortured for information. You covered your face, trying to keep from sobbing.

So Graves, surprisingly, just held you until your tears stopped. Bandages were placed on the worst scrapes.

Graves had done that before. He’d patched you up plenty of times after his men were finished ripping you to pieces while interrogating you. Your schooling background told you he had done that to get you to associate him with comfort and to make it more likely that you open up to him (and you did; you eventually broke under all that torture and gave Graves exactly what he wanted).

But one thing Graves had not done before, ever, was hold you. Sure, you’d both laid around in bed after having sex but that was a far cry from Graves holding you for comfort.

“Shepherd hadn’t made me aware it had gone that far,” Graves’s voice was calm, weirdly soothing. “Wait,” Graves gently pushed you out of his arms and those deep blue eyes met your darker, red-rimmed ones.

“So they were about to lock you up, and you were steps away from being put in a cell,” Graves stated.

“Yessir?”

“You can knock off the sir unless we’re roleplayin’, darlin,” Graves smirked. His tone then turned serious. “Why didn’t you break? You would’ve gotten way better treatment if you’d just talked, told ‘em everything about me, Shadow Company, everything.” Graves paused before adding, “About everything we did to you.”

“I couldn’t. You were just following orders.” you said simply. “It’s—I’m—I’m—I don’t know how to explain it. I’m weirdly attached to you. And I’m convinced it’s just gonna stay that way forever. You’re never gonna let me get away are you?” You stopped before adding, “Be honest,”

“Hell no,” Graves answered immediately. “I wasn’t gonna let you go before but now that you’ve got my kid? Never.”

“And what would you have done to me if I’d talked?”

Graves didn’t answer.

“Or maybe not you but your men.”

“Tread carefully, Val,” Graves warned darkly.

That tone, that look, let you know that if you pushed enough buttons in the right order on the wrong day, Graves wouldn’t hesitate to at least smack you.

“I’m scared of you, Graves,” you finally admitted. “And while they’ve saved my life several times in the field, I’m terrified of your men.”

And the next question slipped from your mouth before you had a chance to stop it. “Would you have had them hurt me knowing I’m pregnant? If I’d talked at that hospital?”

The look in Graves’s eyes said it all. It took every ounce of strength in his body not to at least shove you. But he restrained himself. You saw an inner battle in that blue gaze, kind of like a bright, blue-sky summer day being interrupted by storm clouds but with the storm not quite gaining enough strength.

“Phil,” his voice was much softer than expected. And the look on his face was one you’d never seen before. Concern? Regret? Shame? Alarm? “I need an honest answer to the next question I’m going to ask you,” his voice gained an edge but it was no longer near as intimidating as it had been a minute ago when he’d warned you to tread carefully, Val.

“We’ve been—together so to speak since—”

“You mean we’ve been fucking since the first night we met when 141 introduced me to you, yes,” you added shamelessly. Only you had expected that relationship to be a meaningless friends with benefits stress release on the battlefield. You two were the only Southern Americans on the blended unit and so you connected and you started fucking. Harmless, right? Now look where you were. You wondered just when Graves became obsessed with you.

Graves didn’t take comfort in your attempt at humor and again, you hadn’t smiled in over 3 months now so neither did you. You wanted to get to the bottom of what he was asking because you hated him questioning you about anything. It tended to bring back bad memories.

“Did I have you tortured while you were pregnant?” Graves asked. “How far along are you?”

And a tiny part of yourself wanted to make Graves to feel like shit for doing what he did to you. What had done to you had been war crimes. But the brainwashed part of yourself overwhelmed that rational part of your brain.

“I don’t know,” you responded. Besides, you were terrified of what he would do or what he would order his men to do to you if he found out you lied and said that yes you are 100 percent sure you had been pregnant when he’d had you tortured. “I’m between 2 and 3 months.”

“Holy shit,” Graves counted on shaky fingers. And then his gaze met yours when he made the connections in his brain. It was entirely possible that you were ether pregnant or became pregnant shortly after he’d had you tortured. “But that’s an estimate,”

“Yessir. Most likely between 2 and 3 months. I just didn’t show cuz…all the gear and the required exercise routine and I’m on the smaller side.”

“So there’s a possibility I—”

“I don’t think you tortured me while I was pregnant,” but were you really a hundred percent sure of that? The hospital had told you in clear words: “How far along you are right now is an estimate. You could be further along. The detention facility you’re going to is going to have to call in an OB to get your history and run other tests. We’re just not too confident in how far along you are other than to say you’re about 2-3 months.” Hell, you’d wondered back then if Graves had indeed had you tortured while you were pregnant.

But here you were again trying to protect him.

-

Graves had stepped out a while ago.

You were exhausted and your head pounded. You were again feeling sick and seriously fuck these hormones because you were teary-eyed again.

You cried yourself to sleep.

-

You dreamt of your initial captivity with Graves. When he was still having you tortured. Only at that point he had started introducing hypnotic and mind altering drugs to try and get you to break.

You were strapped down after you’d freaked out and pulled that IV out of your arm in a second attempt to take your life. You’d been beaten, tortured, sleep deprived, and now you were being drugged. A nurse practitioner and combat medic, Shadow 10-4, had been put in charge of balancing your medical needs and trying to get answers out of you using drugs.

Everything kept going from muffled to painfully sharp and loud. You were drifting in and out of consciousness although you probably looked unconscious to Graves who was standing in the room having a conversation with none other than his superior, Shepherd.

“She’s not gonna break, General,” Graves’s voice went to sounding far away to sounding like he was shouting in your face. He sat next to you. Right next to you and his weight, his scent, his presence made you want to get the hell away from him but you were restrained and you were getting more and more intoxicated off of whatever the hell they were pumping into your veins.

You tried to focus on the oxygen catheter pumping oxygen into your nose rather than Graves’s voice because Graves’s voice was nightmare fuel right now. He was the one commanding his men and telling them what to do when they ripped you apart looking for the codes to those homing beacons.

Your drugged out mind reminded you that there was a 10-year age gap between Graves and you. He was about 10 years older than you. The volume on his phone was set to be just loud enough to where you could hear it. So when he sat next to you to talk to his superior, your suddenly ultra sensitive ears picked up on what Shepherd was saying.

Or were you hallucinating?

“Keep the prisoner focused on their own self-preservation and eventually they will break.”

“General, we’ve broken men in hours and we’ve had her for days. She won’t break.” Graves paused before adding, “Let’s stop.”

“Now you’re outta your damn mind,” you heard Shepherd snap. “Stop letting your feelings for this brat cloud your judgement. She’s listed in your paperwork as an enemy combatant, is she not?” he demanded.

“Yes, sir, she is,” Graves conceded.

“Treat ‘er like one,” Shepherd ordered. “You haven’t done any of it yourself have you? Tortured her.”

“I give the order—”

“Not what I’m askin, soldier,”

“I can’t sir. I cannot.”

“Are you limiting your men in what they can do?” Shepherd sighed.

Graves didn’t answer.

“If she doesn’t break in the next day, I’m gonna come in and break her myself,”

-

You awoke with a start. When it came to these dreams, you weren’t sure if they were complete fabrications of your imagination or whether they were partially true or if they were something else entirely. Had Graves really wanted to stop trying to break you?

Now that you were back with Graves you reached towards the nightstand, looking for something. Graves’s men had shared with you a bad habit: vaping.

And when you found yourself getting emotionally overwhelmed, you found yourself doing two things: vaping and blasting music. But you didn’t have your headphones. For some reason, you hadn’t gotten those back from when you’d been detained. 141, the police, and the military had thought they might be wired as explosives.

You quickly learned that you didn’t have your vape either. If you knew Graves well, and you felt like you did, it was just one of the many minute details of your life that now Graves would ensure to have complete control over.

-

You were still trying to get used to Graves holding you just because he wanted to it seemed. It caused anxiety still because when he’d held you all those months ago it was to restrain you or hurt you. Even now you shook just slightly in his arms. Whether that was from fear, nicotine withdrawals, hormones, all of the above, or something else you did not know.

He still scared you and couldn’t he tell you were uncomfortable? It wasn’t like Graves to care. It seemed that your relationship would continue to be toxic, just in an entirely different way. Instead of being physically abusive, he was going to be physically and mentally overbearing. He would control every aspect of your existence and whenever that poor kid was born? Graves would control their existence, too.

“Why you hummin’, darlin’?” his voice made you jump. “Get your headphones and listen to something.”

“They didn’t give ‘em back to me when they handed me over to Shepherd,” you responded.

“That’s just fuckin’ cruel,” Graves commented. “No wonder you agreed to come back to me. Consider them replaced.”

“I can’t vape, can I?”

“No ma’am,” he drawled. “Took that shit before you even got back. That was a bad habit my boys taught ya.” He paused before adding, “I still wanna know why you didn’t talk. They were about to lock you up.”

“I wasn’t gonna betray the father of my child,” You said.

And just like that, Graves’s mood switched. “Shepherd was right,” he smirked. “You’d make great wife material.”

There was that word again: wife.

-

“I’ve got my boys staying here watching you,” Graves’s voice drew you out of a light slumber. Your eyes stung and you were nauseous. Graves’s kid hadn’t even been born yet and he was already giving you a hard time. “Plus I’ve got something for added security.”

And while you still did not completely feel safe around Graves’s men, they had saved your ass more than once in the field. You were too tired, too exhausted to talk. And you were scared that if you opened your mouth that you’d be sick.

One of the last things you heard was Graves telling one of his men just outside the door asking about you that you should be okay. Graves told him to just give you some space until he got back. That you felt warm and didn’t seem like you were feeling well.

The only thing you hoped for was that Graves would hold off on telling Shadow Company about the pending addition because while you somewhat trusted them to keep you safe, there was no fucking way in hell you’d trust any of those men with your child. Those men had beaten and tortured you for days on end.

Those were your last thoughts before you passed out from exhaustion.

-

The door squeaked open. It didn’t open much but someone or something slipped in. The bed dipped and you felt something wet on your face.

“Graves, c’mon man,”

Was he licking your face?!

“That’s Riley,”

You jumped up, covering yourself with the sheets. There was a large German Shepherd next to you, licking your face.

“Riley?” You remembered that 141 or it’s allies had a dog named Riley once.

Was it the same dog?

“It’s not the same dog,” Graves clarified. “I just named it the same just to fuck with ‘em,” he smirked.

You felt a twinge in your chest when you heard Graves said he still liked messing with 141.

“We’re not gonna get along,” Graves read your mind. “They took you from me and I don’t play that shit, sweetheart,”

“He’s mine?” Riley sniffed at your still-damp hair and it made you—

“All yours and you need to—” Graves looked at you and he paused, stop talking.

It took a moment to get Riley away.

“Now that’s somethin’ I’d pay to see more often,” Graves smiled genuinely.

You were confused. “What?”

“That smile,” Graves pointed out. “I haven’t seen that in 3 months.”

-

“It’s just air support,” Graves explained. “We have a lead on Makarov and chemical weapons he’s been stockpiling.”

And while you’d been playing with Riley on the floor of the conference room, smiling when he licked your face, Graves got your attention by calling your name.

“That’s where you and Riley come in,” Graves added.

Wait…Graves was expecting you to have boots on the ground when Makarov was involved?

“He’s not primarily an attack dog but will attack if you’re in danger. He’s mainly a bomb sniffing dog.”

After that, Riley wandered away thanks to Shadows offering treats and so he made his way around the table before returning to you and plopping down heavily in your lap. You turned the rest of the briefing out because even though you’d thought Graves was going to be removing you from the field entirely given your condition, he was basically putting you within Makarov’s reach.

And so you promised yourself that if Makarov captured you, you’d take yourself out, pregnant or not. There was no way you could repeat the whole capture, torture, breaking process. No way.

But you were convinced you knew Graves well, and you told yourself that since 141 got their hands on you and he almost lost you, he wasn’t willing to leave you behind anywhere. He was going to continue dragging you and your child all over the world if needed as long as he had you within arm’s reach.

Graves thought you were his property. And you were wondering if he would see his child as his property, as another way to control you.

You told yourself he would.

“You look nervous, darlin’” Graves smiled at you when you were the only two left in that large conference room. “I know just the thing to calm you down,” he winked suggestively.

#phillip graves #cod mw2 #phillip graves x reader #cod mwii #graves x reader #cod mw3 #longwayfromhome #mw2 141 #cod makarov #shadow company

[purplefixations]

The Best Thing We Never Planned

In honor of the most recent David audio, here is my mind started thinking after I finished listening to it. This is what I think would happen the next morning.

(in the mates gc)

Angel: *picture of David cuddled up to them, sleeping peacefully*

Angel: my fiance is the cutest😍😍😍

Baabe: aww, im saving this for future black mail

Baabe: WAIT!!!

Sweetheart: We're not gonna breeze past that like you didn't say what you just said!

Baabe: i swear to god if you're messing with us!

Baabe: angel answer your phone

Sweetheart: If this is a joke I'm gonna kill you, very slowly

Angel: what do yall want?

Angel: oh...

Baabe: "ya'll" lmao

Baabe: you're around sam too much

Sweetheart: What you mean oh?

Angel: u guys didnt know?

Baabe: NOO?!

Baabe: ash didn't either

Sweetheart: Same with milo

Angel: hold up, how do I know they that didnt know and just kept it a secret?

Baabe: look at my bf and tell me he can keep a secret :/

Baabe: also, I screeched when I saw the word "FIANCE" and he wanted to know why...

Angel: u screeched?

Baabe: I WAS SUPPRISED OKAY!!!

Sweetheart: And I thought milo was jumpy 😂

Baabe: don't pick on me sweetheart, you still havent answered the question.

Sweetheart: Oh, I asked Milo if he knew as soon as I saw the text

Angel: why...

Sweetheart: I assumed he knew and just forgot to tell me

Angel: and he didnt?!

Sweetheart: nope

Sweetheart: It seems David decided not to tell anyone, not surprising tho

Sam: Why is my phone blowing up all at once?

Baabe: scroll up

Sam: Congratulations Angel

Angel: DID U KNOW?!?

Sam: No, no one told me exactly. But Tank mentioned something a few days ago about David and serious commitments, so I'm not exactly supried

Baabe: TANKER KNEW?!????

Sam: Maybe, I can ask.

Sweetheart: I mean, David has been trying to actually include Tank in pack/friend stuff, so maybe this was one of the things.

Baabe: makes sense, tho ash and milo might feel a bit betrayed lol

Sam: They said that David asked them for help with what to say to not sound too cheesey. They also said that it was still extremely sappy in the end.

Angel: it was but it was a nice kind of sappy

Baabe: awwwww

Baabe: what'd he say?

Angel: i dont really remember the words

Angel: it was very long and i think i started crying near the beginning of it all...

Sweetheart: Haha, crybaby

Baabe: HEY! the only one aloud to call them baby is David, back off

Angel: YEAH

Sweetheart: Is this you saying that David calls you a crybaby, and you like it?

Angel: WAiT

Baabe: hahaha

Baabe: masochist

Angel: do you want me to put you on blast? cuz i have receipts

Sam: Okay, I'm going to stop this before it gets out of hand. Again, congrats Angel.

Angel: thanks sam

Sweetheart: Congratulations from me and milo

Baabe: and milo?

Sweetheart: He's been asking for live updates on this situation

Sweetheart: He has also demanded that he gets to help David pick out a suit

Angel: he has to take that up with davey, but honestly that might be a good idea

Baabe: why?

Angel: i love him very much, but he lives in clothes just nice enough to look presentable.

Angel: and dirty work clothes

Baabe: haha

Baabe: ash says congrats too

Baabe: he's been reading this over my shoulder for the last few minutes

Angel: that tracks

Angel: thx tho

Sweetheart: On a serious note, if either of you need any help with filing marriage paper work for an empowered and non-empowered through dump, let me know

Baabe: is it hard?

Sweetheart: I wouldn't say hard, but it's a bit complicated and a lot

Angel: ill keep it in mind Sweets thx

Baabe: getting off that serious note

Baabe: ash made a meme and wants me to send it to you all

Angel: GIMME!!!

Baabe:

Angel: HahAhHAha

Sweetheart: Is that Aggro?

Baabe: he says yes

Angel: is he actually upset?

Baabe: nah, he's just dramatic

Sweetheart: pls tell me he sent that to David

Baabe: he did

Angel: hes still asleep so don't expect a response yet

Baabe: he's still asleep? I thought he was an early riser and shit?

Angel: normally, but i think the solstice tired him out

Sweetheart: It's probably an emotional vulnerability hangover

Angel: lmao

Baabe: haha

Sam: So it's not just Tanker who gets those.

Angel: LMFAO!!!

Angel: theyre too fucking similar

Baabe: hehehe

Baabe: oh shit, if i die pls have a picture of me at your wedding

Angel: ofc, but why r u dying?

Baabe: I didn't notice that ash left, and I smell smoke

Sweetheart: I'll make sure it's a cute picture

Baabe: bless you

Angel: oof, go make sure your mans didnt commit arson

Baabe: 👍

------------------

Bonus:

"Angel, why did Asher and Milo send me vaguely threatening memes?"

"Ooohh. Yeah, that's on you."

"Why?"

"You're the one that didn't tell your best friends that you were proposing."

"I didn't tell them because they cant keep a secret. If I told them, they'd tell their mates, which would be fine but then everyone would start dropping hints and you'd get suspicious."

"Tanker tells Sam everything and you told them."

"How do you know I told Tanker?"

"As I said, they tell Sam everything."

"What- Did you add him to your weird group chat?"

"It's not weird Davey, and besides, he enjoys it."

"I don't know why I bother at this point."

"Because you love me!"

"Yeah. I do, you snot."

Idk how it got this long, I was not planning for that. I wrote this over the span of two ten minute breaks and my lunch at work, so that's why it's kinda chaotic. Anyways, love y'all <3

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted headcanons #redacted fluff #redacted shaw pack #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted sweetheart #redacted babe #redacted sam #david x angel

[dtupdates-archive]

♡—DREAM was active on DreamFanartAcc! He liked:

Happy new year!!!🎉🎉

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year ! 🧨🎉🎆

YIPPEE ITS DREAMNAP DAY

123

i found this old drawing from 2021 and i actually like it a lot so im reposting it

one last piece of 2023 🥳

judgement.

💫✨💙Comfy night💙✨💫

earth duo doodles

summer will spring up on you again ☀️

“Sanders Sides? Wait no, Dream Sides?”

boobing along

Winter Dream! looks like he's waiting for someone in the cold ❄️ (wanted to draw the first design in non-chibi style)

they rocking those 2024 glasses 🎆

help he looks like a wizard

@.drmnaphugs's c!dream design in my style :DD

My part of the #dtkplusmultiverse collab!!! who’s up for a night in the woods ?

i forgot how to draw

my little sister made dream team cookies

The Dream team plushie ornaments

THE CHRISTMAS MAP IS COMPLETE !! Full MAP in thread !!!

Dream brushing us

?

VII - Strength

shark vs. fish

that one silly guy lucid drew (I’ll finish these soon)

Merry Christmas ✨🎄❄️

Minecraft, but my friends are fish .o.

@.DreamFanartAcc waittt come back later too im drawing rn 😭🙏

that video was so cute 😭💕

HAPPY DREAMNAP DAY💚🧡

[1/2] BOTANIST 🫐

[1/3] CAPTAIN 🍏

[3/3] ENGINEER 🍊

DTEAM AS THE MAIN TRIO OF CHAINSAW MAN WOOOO‼️

8 STAB WOUNDS DUO fuck yeah, android revolution?

I didnt enter, but Lilo and Stitch was a GO TO for #dtkplusmultiverse

Another gift for dtblr secret santa! Some good ol' warm dnfies :]

drew @.pawonfire's cdream design! you should definitely check out his art

manhunt outfit idk

dreamie

i miss dreamxd tbh

Manhunt shenanigans

Ya'll ready for this?

Tried to salvage the sketch I rushed on the day😭💔

sole survivor

little george! sure hope he doesn’t get stomped on :)

hi idk here’s dream as a painting i found

Fine I'll try painting

Another year..and more to come.💚

✨2024 here we go✨

“It’s within that brings that lonely feeling”

It's 2024!

did i eated

[untitled]

happy new year!!

whats wrong with my fish

your dream bakery🥐🍰

times changing :')

#dt.update #dranart #dreamwastaken

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Hi! Can I ask for a Levi Fontana x SHSL Confectioner! reader (basically Ruruka's talent) that is just a sweetheart? It is stated that he really loves sugary food so

Awe that's really cute! I completely forgot Levi liked sugary things, that makes me love him even more. Hope you enjoy!

Levi with a SHSL confectioner S/O

Warnings: none

Gn! reader

-This man will eat anything you make with a smile on his face

-He adores you and you're talent, he thinks it's super cute that you're just as sweet as the candy you make!

-If you sell candy as well as make it, he attempts to nab candy from you when your not looking once and awhile (he tries to pay you back later but you don't let him, he can have some free treats every now and then)

-He likes to sit in the kitchen with you while you make your treats, he'll even help you if you'll let him

-Be warned though, he might ask to try some of the finished product "Just so we know it tastes good" (Levi you aren't slick)

-You know that part of drdt where he asks Rose what he should do about something and when he finds out she's actually asleep he kinda deflates and makes the sad minecraft dog noise?

-That's what he looks like when you say no to him taste testing your newest candy batch

-When you make him his favorite treat for his birthday, a special event, or just because you wanted to be nice (which is quite often), he'll be over the moon about it

-You have to watch him though, because given the opportunity he will eat sweets until he gets sick

-He buys candy from you quite frequently, you try to give it to him for free but he insists on paying you for your hard work, you have to settle for giving him a discount

-He's definitely gifted your treats to his friends, he wants everyone to know the joy of tasting your candy!

-He looks out for people trying to take advantage of your kindness, like a friend who expects free candy from you. He loves how generous you are, but there's a fine line between appreciating your kindness and expecting it

-He always tries to do something in return, like getting you clothes or helping you with your... baking? is that what you call the creation of candy?

-Anyway, he knows that you don't do kind things for him because you expect something in return, but he wants to do nice things for you too!

-All and all, ya'll are a sweet couple with a big sweet tooth each, so I'd say it's a pretty good pair up!

#x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa despair time #drdt #danganronpa x reader #drdt x reader #levi fontana #levi x reader #drdt levi #levi fontana x reader

[mtreebeardiles]

Fandom Questions

Ah! Got tagged by @theoriginalladya - Many thanks! I think I read this at like...some obscene hour in the early morning, passed back out, and promptly forgot about it til just now hahaha

Tagging let's see uhhh... @urdnotflexthejedibard @aleiocus @solstheimtxt @clericofshadows and uhhh @illusivesoul -- only if ya'll want to, of course!

How many works do you have on AO3? 50!

What's your total AO3 words count? 643,168

What fandoms do you write for? That have actually been posted: Mass Effect, Mass Effect: Andromeda, Cyberpunk: 2077, Dragon Age, Fallout 4, The Outer Worlds

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Intangible Things (131) The Paths You Take (125) Biotic Theory (95) No Matter What (92) Stealing for Spite (92)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to! Even just an expression of gratitude, though I'm not averse to rambling hahaha

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hmm that's probably No Matter What, my in between fic for ME2 and ME3...

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Currently, gotta say Restoration (ME3/Post-ME3, mshepclone x Major Coats)

Do you get hate on fics? Hmm I don't think I'd qualify anything as "hate," but I have had readers express a dislike for a direction I seemed to be going in. Eh, what can ya do?

Do you write smut. If so what kind? I do! Generally not very explicit, and I'm a sucker for fluffy smut specifically. I love lovers being incredibly dorky together, and that includes in the bedroom.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Hahahah, yes. Stardew Effect is a crossover of Mass Effect and Stardew Valley that I'm surprised got a lot of positive reception haha

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge

Have you ever had a fic translated? No

Have you ever cowritten a fic before? No. Original works, yes, but that was a while back, and never for fanfics.

What's your all-time favourite ship? I gotta pick ONE!? How about...one per my favorite fandoms...ME: mshenko, ME:A, mreyder, and Cyberpunk: m!V x Kerry

What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? It's not a matter of doubt, it's a matter of getting my muses to be consistent. I'll get to all WIPs in due time, though some may be absorbed into other projects that better suit them

What are your writing strengths? I like to think I'm mechanically and stylistically pretty consistent?

What are your writing weaknesses? Plotting. Outlining. Like long-form, I just can't follow an outline to save my life

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I've had some interjections of other languages (mostly Spanish, since I have some very very basic understanding there), but otherwise I don't think I could get the words to flow right if it wasn't primarily in my native language.

First fandom you wrote for? TECHNICALLY? Tortall. But I was like, 11 and idr what it was even about. More recently, Mass Effect.

Favourite fic you've ever written? Ahh that's hard! Restoration will always have a special place in my heart, but Chasing Storms had some really fun moments too in terms of writing in and of itself

#fandom questions #tag meme #my writing #had to really noodle on some of these haha

[faegoddessog]

 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 22/41

Chapter  22: Unfinished Business

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, unprotected PIV (play safe ya'll)

Series Masterlist

Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Chapter  22: Unfinished Business

When you wake up, Austin is not in bed with you. You wrap yourself in your robe and go looking for him. You find a note on the table.

“out walking, didn’t want to wake you, be back soon “

He wrote the time, he only left about 15 min ago.

You check the door and find it locked, you smile.

You make a cup of coffee and decide you might as well dig in. You plait your hair into a braid, put on a work shirt, pants and work boots.

Knowing you were going to demo today, you had already packed away the kitchen non-essentials. It takes less than an hour to clear everything out of the kitchen and push all the living room furniture up against the far wall. You cover it all in a plastic sheet and hang more sheeting over the hallway to the bedrooms to keep the dust down in there. You quickly cut the seams on the offensive wall and strip off the trim. You check twice to make sure the power to all the outlets is off.

Donning your gloves, impact glasses and dust mask, you pick up your 10 pound sledge hammer.

“Time to go to work,” you say to yourself. You take swing after swing, breaking starter holes in the drywall between studs. You actually love this part, working up a sweat and swinging your sledge. The section of the wall is only about 10 feet long. When you get to the end, you lean on the sledge, breathing heavily.

“Damn, that is sexy as hell,” you hear from behind you.

Austin is standing by the front door, holding two coffees and a bakery bag. He is staring at you like he’s never seen you before.

“Oh hey! There you are!” your voice muffled behind your mask.

“I brought you breakfast, I didn’t know we were starting right away,” he says apologetically.

“No worries, I just was eager,” your stomach growls, ”and I totally forgot about breakfast!”

You go out on the balcony to get away from the dust. He brought breakfast wraps and pastries.

“I uh, also thought about how your kitchen will be out of commission for a while and um… thought that maybe you’d like to use mine in the meantime,” he pushes a key across the little bistro table, ”I went and had it made, that’s why I was gone so long.” It has a unicorn printed on it.

“Thank you babe,” you grab the key and hold it to your chest, grinning from ear to ear, “I was gonna just eat cold sandwiches for the next three weeks. This is awesome!” You stand up and throw your arms around him, almost spilling the table over.

“You are so welcome, that’s an open invitation to come over anytime,“ he says with a smile.

When you finish eating, you hand him safety goggles, gloves and a dust mask.

“I hope those are not your favorite clothes, cuz they are gonna get messy,” you nod to his comfy jeans and t-shirt.

“Yeah, these are fine, now what do we do?” he says, muffled behind his mask.

Despite him having zero construction knowledge, you guys get the wall down in less than an hour. He follows directions and listens well. He was excited when he got to use the reciprocating saw. Power tools are sexy.

You keep catching him looking at your ass when you bend over to lift debris into the construction chute you installed off the balcony and into a dumpster below. You keep watching him too, the way his back muscles moved as he swung the sledge was delicious. You are a task master, however, and only allowed 45 minutes for lunch with no fuck breaks, no matter how hot he looks.

By late afternoon, you had all the cabinets out and the carpet and outdated linoleum floor up and out.

You are doing the final sweep with the push broom. You bend over to sweep up the pile and you feel hands on your hips.

“Damn, you are fine Kitten.” he says, running his hands on your round ass. ”I’ve been sneaking peeks at this ass all day”

“Why Mr. Butler, are you trying to seduce me in the middle of work?” you say, faking shock.

“I am, is it working?” he slides his hand over the fabric of your crotch, making you clench and suck in a breath through your teeth.

“It is,” you walk over and tip the dustpan into the chute, “and we are officially done working.” You take your dust mask off, “but I for one, need a shower first,” rubbing the lines from the mask that you know are in your face.

He takes his mask off too, he has identical lines in his face. “I believe we have some unfinished business in the shower.” He says, pulling you close, kissing you.

As his lips press to yours, your hands run over his biceps, reminding you of how they flexed when he was working today. Even though you are tired from the day's labor, you still want him.

“Let’s use my shower, I think it’s bigger. I’ll go get ready, you meet me over there,” he says, kissing your forehead then walking out the door.

You finish up and grab comfy shorts and a t- shirt before heading next door. A neighbor is walking towards you down the hall and watches you walk to Austin's. You wave, they give you a questioning look as you put the key in door.

"Hi, I thoguht you lived in that apartment," they ask.

"Oh yeah, I do, but Austin here is letting me use his shower and kitchen while I'm remodeling mine." You turn the key, yay it worked!

"Oh, yeah I just saw him go in there, was he helping you work too?" they say.

"Um, yeah," you open the door and hear the shower running.

You neighbor looks down at the floor inside the door, and then up at you with a knowing grin.

You look down, Austin's work clothes are piled by the door. You look back at them with a raised eyebrow and a shrug

"Have a good day," you wave at them.

They wave back, "Have fun," they murmur. You close the door with a huge grin on your face.

You strip your clothing off at the front door like he did, not wanting to track construction dust into his apartment.

As you approach the bathroom you hear Austin singing Blue Suede Shoes. When you walk in he stops singing, but you can see him washing his hair in the shower. Even blurred by steam, Austin is one sexy man.

“Come on in,” he opens the door, you step into the large tiled shower. He offers you a can, “Shower beer after a hard days work? Well, it’s cider actually, it was the only thing I had in a can. I figured glass in the shower could be dangerous.”

“Yes please!” you pop the top, clink cans and both take a big swig. It tastes like apples and pears. You look at the can, it’s Kopparberg Pear cider. Yum.

“Here, I already washed,” Austin says as he moves aside and lets you into the stream of water. You down about half the can as the hot water cascades over your body.

Austin’s hands are on your back, thumbs massaging up your spine to your neck. You put your forehead on the cool tile and relax into the feel of his fingers and the water. Once at your neck, he starts taking out your braid. He tilts the shower head away from you to wash your hair, fingertips pressing into your scalp. God it feels good. He rinses and spreads conditioner on your hair.

You smile, thinking of the last time you used conditioner on him. Fuck that was sexy. You take another big drink.

As the conditioner sits, he scrubs the back of your body with a sudsy loofa, even picking up your feet and getting between your toes. You try not to squirm and giggle.

The combination of hot water, empty stomach and 7% alcohol makes you feel tipsy, but in a lovely relaxed way.

Austin rinses the conditioner out of your hair and replaces the showerhead, again pointing away from you. He grabs your hips and pulls you backwards to him. You feel the hardness of his cock against your ass. You set the half empty drink on the ledge next to his almost full one.

You lift both arms and wrap them around his neck, languishing in the feel of his wet naked skin on your back. You feel like some kind of Botticelli painting.

He washes your armpits and down your sides, sudsing up your belly. Soap runs in rivulets down your legs. He drags the loofa across your nipples, making you inhale.

He squeezes soap from the loofa over your front before dropping it to the floor. He starts massaging your breasts in the soap, tweaking your nipples. You can feel the excitement rush from your nipples, dart across your belly and settle behind your pubis.

He slides one hand through the soap on your belly and down to your vulva. The other he slips behind you and down your crack. You step your legs apart a little. His soapy fingers stimulate your asshole as he rubs the surface. Your breath escapes your mouth with an ‘oh’ and you arch back into him, your fingers sketching circles into the hair at the nape of his neck. You feel his cock bounce against you.

Careful not to let any soap get inside you, he rubs his hands up and down on the surface of your crotch, his long fingers meeting in the middle. Your hips move of their own accord, rocking back and forth in his hands. Little sounds of pleasure emanate from your throat.

He grabs the shower head off the holder and rinses away the soap, getting your back side too. He taps your leg with his foot. You step wide, he directs the flow to rinse you off. The hot water streams against you, making you gasp and sigh out an ‘ohh’.

Your fingers curl into a fist, catching his hair. Your other hand slaps down to the side of his thigh, grasping and pulling him tighter into you.

“Mmm, I like hearing your sounds Kitten,” he says low in your ear. Just the sound of him makes you clench, your insides start to saturate.

All soap rinsed away, he puts the shower head back, pointing it to the side. He runs his hands along your wet vulva, pushing his finger between your folds. The other hand on your breast, cupping your nipple in his palm.

He pushes his finger into your wetness making you growl hungrily.

“So wet already,” he murmurs. He trails the wetness up to your clit, tracing circles around it with the pads of his fingers.

Purrs vibrate from your mouth. Your hips start shaking a little and you press your ass back into his cock.

He keeps on teasing your nub as your wordless noises crescendo into verbiage.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out.

“That’s the plan,” he rumbles behind you.

You lean forward, one hand on the tiled wall in front of you. Reaching through your legs you grasp his cock. Rising up on your tip-toes, you rub his tip against the wetness of your pussy. He angles his hips and pushes, sliding into you.

“Awwww yes” he moans behind you at the same time you rasp out a guttural ‘ungh’.

Grabbing your hips, he moves you back and forth on his shaft.

You love the way he fills you, you are vocalizing long drawn out shaky ‘uhh’s’ each time he pushes into you.

You reach up with one hand and grab the shower wand. The water isn’t quite as hot now. You had better make this fast before the hot water runs out entirely.

You click it to the massage setting and push it onto your vulva, aiming the pulsating stream to your clit.

Your legs start shaking, Oh gods, it feels spectacular. Your hips move faster. He pushes you forward so he has room and starts slamming into you, his fingers digging into your hips. He knows how much you like it when he fucks you hard.

You know he likes it too.

Without much warning, your orgasm spikes through you, internal muscles clenching down hard around him. Your scream starts as an ‘oh’ in your mouth, transcends to a high wail in your nose and ends back down in a throaty shuddering ‘uhhh’ as you tremble on his cock. The water starts to go lukewarm.

“Hah, hah, hah, hah,” Austin keeps up his pace, hammering each explosive sound into your wet and clenching pussy. You drop the wand, bracing yourself with both hands.

He freezes deep in you, inhales then snarls with short jerky thrusts as he spasms into you.

You are both breathless as you pull off him, cum running down your leg. You turn around and lay against him. “Thank you Kitten,” he puffs out, holding your wet body close.

“Uh huh, my pleasure, ” you tilt your head up with a languid smile.

He shakes his head, a little laugh puffing out his nose ,“You sound like you work for CHick-fil-A.”

The idea of conservative Chick-fil-a and fucking in the shower strikes you as so funny right now. The endorphins overtake you and you start giggling uncontrollably, hanging off him shaking.

“Is it that funny?” he says smiling and holding on to you.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry. Now I will never be able to go there and not think of fucking you in the shower everytime they say ‘my pleasure’.” You manage to explain between giggles.

“You are so weird… I love it,” he says laughing only because you are laughing.

“Oh hunny, I’m glad you do, cuz I can only be me,” you smile up at him.

“I just have one question,” he says, kissing your nose, “can it be nap time now?”

You rinse the cum off with the now cold water, shrieking just a little. After drying off you go flop down on his bed. Austin climbs in next to you and puts his arm around you. You curl up on his chest. You both take big contented breaths.

“Sorry about my wet hair,” you mumble.

He is already snoring softly.

#Austin Butler #Austin Butler smut #Austin Butler x reader #Austin Butler fic #Austin butler fanfic #@purejasmine #@slowsweetlove

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Battery Zine (1990) | Pelle Ohlin

Hello!! Here's another decently long interview with Pelle (5 pages in the zine) for ya'll. Also: I'm trying to post everyday, whether it's a photo or an interview, however I don't always have time. :-] Again, Pelle's answers are in italics and the questions are in bold.

"Hello Deathmetallunatics! Here's Werner again, presenting you an interview with one of the best Deathmetalbands that exist on earth, the true MAYHEM from Norway! (Huh, that sounds like a big hyper but what I wanted to tell you is that they fucking rule, ok?). Really, the stuff they create is so godly, I have to listen to it again and again and again... every day! Everybody into serious Deathmetal should this + of course the review somewhere else in this zine and of course write to these guys. Let us waste no more space with this stupid intro, just read what dead (voc) answered to my questions...

Has anything been released after "Deathcush"? If not, when can we expect some more stuff from MAYHEM, and what (LP/EP)??

- Not really.. well we've recorded a few rehearsings (which we never released). What we've done is doing new material all the time and dropping them for better songs. We have very different ideas of how we shall sound like and it's hard for us to make songs that we are satisfied with. These shall not sound like anything else and not be bounded to the moment of now. What I mean with that is that we first have to forget of how all the other bands sound like and not to be bounded to any time to avoid trends and to find originality. Yeah, it's now been a time since "Deathcrush" was released and we've got many requests of a new vinyl but it's hard to make new material that doesn't become ordinary or usual after a year. However, in the latest time we have released two songs for a compilation LP that will be released by Chicken Brain Records in this summer. The songs are "The freezing moon" and "Carnage". "The freezing moon" is a new one while "Carnage" is from the first demo. "Pure fucking armageddon" that we did the mistake to limit only to 100 copies and it's not available now. But we thought the song "Carnage" was worth to be picked up again (you're completely right, Dead -W.). We haven't signed anything (of course) for CBR and we'll not get anything of the profits for the selling records later. I don't think we'll let any other label give out something with us in the future cause there's no reason to do that and we'll never sign any contract neither sell our band to fat multi-labels who don't give a fuck about the music. Fat deals ain't no investment as some believe, only a bad try to get rid of the job behind everything that's necessary to do but not impossible to do by one self. We got the idea of that we have to use the so Darkened Black name DE MYSTERIIS DOM. SATHANAS for something a long time ago. That title comes from a story of a book with that name, which is Latin for "Lord Satan's secret rites" and it's thought to exist in only one copy and I won't give up searching for it... we had a finished lyric for that song and the music to it was almost complete also. By then we had to drop all the new songs we were onto making cause of a festival in Poland that was supposed to be then.,, it fucked and we later should pick up those songs, more or less finished, we'd forgot about them but we have to use that song DMDS by all means.,, it'll be the most complicated thing we ever have been involved in. That is also what the LP, that we hope will come out soon, will be entitles.

And then you'll play in Russia. When will this take place and in which part of the country will you play? Only in the European part or also more in the eastern part?

- Yes, but I wonder of when this will be.... their tour agency, that is government owned, want us to wait and that's all we have heard about them. It all begun with that Euronymous asked a pal there of the possibilities to set up about 3-4 gigs there and then answered that thought of put us together with two other band there, ACCENT and SYZORYE, and make a tour containing 20-30 gigs sometimes in the future that for us seems to be far. Later one guy of SUZORYE kind of took over that and now we just don't have any idea of how and when it'll be.

Do you really think you're ready for a Russian tour? I mean, does anyone know you over there?

- Of what we've heard of the people we know there, we are well-known by radiostations and music mags (I don't think there are any zines there) and those guys have arranged for tours before, but only with their own local bands. 

I know of Euronymous that he is a communist, so is that one reason why you wanted to tour over Russia?

- He's mentally addicted to countries he finds sicks or as communistic as possible, preferably totally enclosed with iron borders and everything and with a language none else can understand. He wants Norway to be in conspiracy with Albania or Cuba and also that a "Commogrey" wall shall be risen and the borders closed... we other don't share his ideas of that, Necrobutcher is only into crimes and drugs and he's a kinda rightwing, Hellhammer wants to be a dictator and he's seriously into fascism and Nazi stuff. I think everything politically involved is CRAP and I don't think any political involved things mean anything and I keep away from it. The countries and republics and places Euro has "planned" that we shall tour are - Albania, North Korea, China, Kampuchea, Vietnam, Mongolia, South Yemen, Afghanistan, Iran, Angola, Congo, Somalia, Ethiopia, Libya and Cuba. My thoughts of these countries that we can never visit them & especially cannot play there. Out(?) there's a guy in Cuba who tries to set up a gig for us there and also in the (lesser sick) Philippines there might be something as well as Malaysia. I think it all will end with that Euro will tour there by his own.. there will be too music hassles with the stage show I think, and in Iran it's no possibility to bring any instruments. Places like for example Romania that are losing the communistic involvement also lose Euro's interest. But I'm madly into Romania instead and that's cause the main part of Transylvania is there. So that's why Euro wants us to play in Russia, even if they now have "too much" Glasnost and everything. Euro reads books of Mao and he wishes to live in South Yemen or North Korea and go also to Kampuchea to join the Red Khmer. 

I heard that in a communistic country, only guys with privileges are allowed to go to gigs of Western bands, and not always the real fans, so will this be the case with you, too? Or won't you have such problems over there?

- At least we think that was the case many years ago but that it has changed pretty much since then. The real problem is that there exists NOTHING of an underground there and they don't even know of what it is. There ARE Deathmetalbands there, even if the're very rare, and the same guys who listen to them also like Hard-Heavy-Speed- Pop. VENOM is really widespreaden and well-known there but they haven't heard of METALLICA (or not many of all know of them) which I think is great...

Do you think that you'll earn money (or at least don't lose it) or are you going to pay for it?

- The reason of why it'll be so easy to set it up and why that agency is into us is that we don't want dollaers. They'll pay by a cheque instead an we can get that money froma Norwegian bank in what currency we wish to have it in. The problem that can appear is to get them into giving such a cheque afterwards but our Russian friends talked them (in the agency) into it.

Talking about live shows, judging from what you have told me about your show (impaled pigheads and such stuff), you seem to have a very brutal stageacting. So aren't you afraid that perhaps some moron takes it too seriously and beats up someone (or hurts him seriously)?

- There's always some fuckheads that do not understand what it's all about and cannot understand others who are there for the music and that problem is at almost every concert not depending of what band is playing I think. If someone's diving or something there's often some asshole who cannot see what that is and then wanna start up a fight of that reason. Idiots that go to concerts only to throw bottles and destroy for both the band and the crowd shouldn't be there. We haven't had many liveshows and that one we could have hose "effects: there were many into Speedmetal and glam-fag-rock and they left as soon as the pigheads begun to fly around in there... but something I do hate indeed is mosh! I can't accept it exist children that think of themselves funny & noisy recording demos demos after a couple weeks after one more trendy band has formed. A kid of 11 years or so has listened to CARCASS and the day after he finds out he shall form a band along with plas from school. It's like that these bands get created and they never care or know of, they only fuck with the scene by their hundreds of demos  that are teeming everywhere and it sounds all the same! I REFUSE to listen to that! And especially never laugh at their fun-pix, fun-lyrics or fun-noises they make.. to all those things are supposed to be so childish and non-seriously funny, it's only themselves that manage to alugh but no one else does! I think it was necessary to tell of that, too.

Do you use any other effect than impaled pigheads on stage?

- Pigheads, as well as other heads, is what we try to have at all gigs. But also other things are kind of planned at future shows. It needs sick ideas and also money as well as it gotta suit to the place we're playing at.. for example if we use impaled pigheads in one (of Euro's) Islamic countries we'll surely get killed then. Another thing is that what's the most disgusting thing to do right here to fuck with the wimps might not be the same effectful somewhere else and if we ever come to for example India, the most evil thing that we can do there I have in mind will be to sacrifice a "holy cow" on stage. I wanna have stage equipment at our shows of Transylvanian landscapes, instruments of torture that are from the 12th century, real trees from a dead forest, spotlights that are used to "paint" dark colors of dust and later moonshine... different animalheads and human craniums hanging in meat hooks by chains from the dead trees and the heads have huge screws in their eyes... that's what I think would make the perfect mood. But if we can build such things by ourselves pay for the giant expenses it surely will include and make it portable also, I can't imagine if we will ever be able to make. But to tell of what else we have as the show or effects is when I cut myself up. Something I study is how people react when my blood is streaming everywhere but that's not why I do it. I like to cut, in others preferably, but it's mostly in myself. That I can't do too often which makes me a bit mourning.. the nearest thing is three gigs in Sweden which will probably be in the end of May and I think of if I can take a highly tunes kitchen saw machine that's cutting and sawing faster than it's possible to control it..... that would be a nice thing to have there I think. Another band there, that's the one the guy that'll set this whole thing up by the way, will try to get a goat that they shall sacrifice on stage by a fireman's axe but I just can't remember that bandname. Another Blackmetal band that'll play there is GROTESQUE (from Gothenburg) + some other Deathmetals. If it shall be "gore" then it gotta be REAL effects and only snuff is real! 

Is MAYHEM still trying to play as fast as possible, or is that something of the past?

- Hard to say yes or no. Maybe I shall add here I wasn't in the band in the beginning and I didn't join MAYHEM till after "Deathcrush" was recorded, and we got a new drummer straight after that's called Hellhammer. What I can of by my experiences of early MAYHEM is only when I first heard the band. That was when the first released demo "Pure fucking armageddon" that suddenly appeared in five copies in a record shop in Stockholm called heavy sound.. that record shop is really commercial and their prices stink! But anyway that tape was the most brutal, fastest and unbelievably evil than what I had ever heard since VENOM! That first released tape, which was a reh/demo is not available any longer, it was given out in only 100 copies. I could har then, and they told me of it also, that it was a sharp contrast to most of the bands that were in '86 and as for that time it was really something very fast. And as for my experiences in about that time, which was outside of MAYHEM then, when we played most of those who watched thought it sounded chaotic and they simply couldn't understand us... but the speed is not exactly what we think is the view of our sound. It's not necessary to play as fast as it's possible for a band neither the heaviness as some call it in doom shall not make the sound of a band. I fell that it's necessary to add that I'm neither into noise nor techno. When we make something new of material for a song we don't think like "it gotta be 100 times faster" or "no, we can't use such a guitar-riff 'cos it's not doomy enough". When we first make it as well as when we improve it we only are working on what's necessary for that track and try to find out of what makes it that we think we like that one. Then it's not depending on how fast it goes but the rhythms and sound itself. To express brutality and the matter in the lyrics is not not done by breaking the soundwall with drumpounches. What I think the most Doomband can't make so well is that they wanna be Deathmetalbut at the same time they try to get that heaviness of BLACK SABBATH. Nothing wrong with BLACK SABBATH (the early...) but it can't be mixed with Death, then it turns out to be something between these and that's Heavy-Speedmetal and that's not acceptable! 

Will you always play Deathmetal, or can we expect a change of the style?

- Maybe we now have learned a bit more of our instruments since the start... of the present time the only we have to compare with of a new recording are the two track that'll be on the Swedish compilation LP. I have no idea of what responses it'll be from it. But yes, we have changed a bit, but not more than what can be expected after almost three years since last recording and two new members. And it is a difference between the first PFA demo and "Deathcrush". I can't tell much more than my own thoughts of how a band shall hopefully sound like. That is to keep the sound and spirit that once existed in the time of what now is "old fashioned Blackmetal: of VENOM and the earliest bands that came by then like POSSESSED, DESTRUCTION, SODOM, POISON (German of course!!), BATHORY, DEATH and so on before they either vanished or wimped out to get big bucks and groupies. What has happened after that is hard o ignore when one got reminded by totally unserious and senseless demos of noise with either vegetarian or anti-everything lyrics or no lyrics at all - can they never realize they;re all fuckheads and should never form those fun-bands that each such dude is in 30 or 50 dofferent crap bands with thousands of half-second songs? But they can eat their fucking (polluted) salad believing they do the scene a big favour while I stick with what I worship and that so many others seem to be indeed scared of - BLACKMETAL! Once there was something illful that ordinary wimps feared and never understood. Something none had heard anything like of ever before. There were less numbered bands and the scene was new and not big but there was a friendship, so limited but strong. In leather and spikes.

What do you think of bigger bands like METALLICA that become more wimpy and slower with every album?

- What happened with METALLICA can never be forgiven, they died after "Kill em all" although I can listen to some of the songs from "Ride the lightning". Their sound of aggressive power is totally lost and there is no reason for such a band to continue. Bands that appear on such crap as MTV (get off the air - W.) and commercial lists should never exist!!!! They're too damn technical with only harmonies and tight rhythms to pose as rutinated superstars.

Do you listen only to Deathmetal, or also to something else? In America it seems as if many people listen to many different musicstyles, not only metal, so what do you think of it?

- Each place seems to me having an own scene. And mostly it can be noticed if a band is American by their sound. I've never been there, only heard lots of strange comments by friends who visited it. I think I better keep these comments untold.... Do you believe me when I say that I don't listen to anything else than Black/Death? (We do believe you lol - me) To me that's what exists and nothing else. I listen to what I find to be evil or black for the evil's sake. That's why I begun listen to it. Satanic sound of pure evil illful brutality that I couldn't get out of my grey matter! I still like it that way and that's why I continue having about the same idea of it. In lyrics I try to express various evil thoughts and the same in for example drawings. That's one reason why I think effects as stage show is of such importance.

On the rehearsal tape you've sent me, it's you who's singing, or am I wrong? Well, Most Deathmetal bands prefer a vocalist with a very deep voice, so why is it different with MAYHEM? Do you do that on purpose to sound different than other bands?

- Yeah, it's me on vocals and Hellhammer on drums 'cos that tape was pretty new. If my voice is different from the most bands I take it as a compliment. Each singer has got an own voice and an own way to use it. But mostly there's only one particular way of singing that suits on singer's voice. I use to sing in that way and how we think fits to the music, too. I have no purpose that I necessary have sound completely different than anything else do or create something new. Neither to copy from anyone. No, it's simply our sound.

Your voice reminds me a bit of Quorthon from BATHORY and that brings me to the next question. I read that you and Quorthon aren't what one could call friends, so could you tell me what's up with that or don't you want me to talk about that? 

- Why is Quorthon talked of so often? (I don't mean by you but from so many..). I don't think he invented Occultism or the deathway of singing. I can listen to the early stuff by BATHORY only. Like the first LP and the compilation LPs, but later he lost all the ability to crush and kill. I don't think so many outside of Scandinavia have him but I can tell you it's not worth the try. Some dudes I know more or less know that guy, but I've met him only once. He's one of the worst motherfucking wimps I've had the misfortunate to meet! Do you by the way know it's his dad who's "the boss" and he runs his record label and Quorthon goes nowhere without his daddy.. "Quorthon" has changed his real name now to Ace and he doesn't have have to slightest idea of any Occultism and especially not of the black arts his lyrical stuffs content! I just don't understand who makes the lyrics.. could it be the Boss? The only interest Quorthon has is to fucking around at the London's rockclubs and the so-called Vvornth, the drummer he picked up from a GLAMROCK band!!! How strange how everything he says in interviews is changing completely all the time... in the earliest days of BATHORY he explains how important it is with the darkness in songs and he's writing of the satanic influences he has 'cos that's his greatest possession. He also explained of a gig that fucked in the earliest line-up of BATHORY befre he became an one-man band for two LPS - the reason why that gig wasn't possible to set up was 'cos of the extreme stage-show they were supposed to have then. Things as for example sacrifice a lamb.. that's NOT how he's talking now at all. He became for a while so totally against satanism, black magic and so on to change again to "nothing is wrong with satanism, black art, the evil etc., but what I hate is the satanists"..more amazing than ever I think! He's a fuckhead and he's too much of a superstar and he "can't" talk to normal people 'cos he is far too fucking famous for that! Haven't seen any likely case of wimpism before! WOE! And he didn't like the sacrificed guineapighead impaled on an upside-down cross with nailed eyes that I thought smelled so nice....

Is there a special way to get such a voice or were you born with it?

- In fact I sound different on the demo I sung at with m old band in Sweden - MORBID. Which is the only demo I am on by the way. I've learned some more of how to sing I guess, but I hope people won't thing of it as a negative...? That demo of MORBID "December moon" that we'd recorded in Dec. '87 isn't much of spreaden out so I guess not many have heard it that are reading this interview. We split up about a month after that recording. I can't think of if I have any technic or a special method, I just sing.

Are you "only" a singer, or do you also play and instrument? If not, don't you find it a bit frustrating that you can't write music?

- I'm "only" a singer. I once tried to learn playing guitar but with no success at all so I gave it up after a short time. That was years ago...... I joined for a short moment a very stupid band and we tried without any success to make music but it was too disturbing for all of us so we quit that almost immediately. In that "band" I tried to play bass which went shit and by that short existence I found it did sound kind of better when I tried to sing.. strange, I just thought of if we had done that right now instead of about six years ago we had probably been one of these noise bands of the thousands of inscrutable demos and working on ruining the scene I suppose. I don't think of myself as a musician.

Normally singers have to take care of their voices, like no smoking, no drinking and much sleep, so how do you treat your voice? Is drinking and smoking the best way to get a Deathmetal-voice?

- I guess I should take care of the voice more than I do. But I can tell you that I don't smoke and don't drink very often either, and as for drinking, that's 'cos of lack of money and time...

Why do you have these pseudonyms? Just cause they sound cool? 

- I got many nicknames and usually when I visit somewhere they start to call me something strange of a name. We think there's nothing wrong with our names that we have chosen and we think those pseudonyms reflect our personality. If we had used our "real" names, none outside Scandinavia surely couldn't say them. We use these names 'cos they sound best! 

How do you react when someone makes fun of you cause he thinks your names are stupid?

- That doesn't happen often, but if some shithead does it's too stupid that I shall care of!

Sweden seems to be a land of Deathmetal, while I can't think of too many good Norwegian Deathmetalbands, so how is the Deathmetalscene in Norway? Which bands are good?

- Firstly, I don't think Sweden is a Deathmetalcountryand the most of the bands there are just shit. Many of them are "into" Deathmetal right now 'cos every one else is. I don't like the scene in Scandinavia at all. It's true there are not many of the Norwegian bands but to say some that I find OK - DARKTHRONE, VALHALL, ISENGARD, AMPUTATION, and CADAVER.

Are there plans to release more stuff on DSP (the label which the guys from MAYHEM founded) in the next future?

- It'll be a couple of released MERCILESS editions before any further band on DSP will come along. Otherwise we wouldn't be able to pay for the studio expenses for the bands. The next band will be IMPERATOR from Poland and then MASACRE from Columbia. They are the only ones that are certain yet. IMPERATOR is ready to go in studio now and it'll be 8-10 songs on their LP (depending on if they will use two old songs or not), they've got a new drummer and they now got lyrics in English. We'll let the next release of our band be on DSP also, which probably will be that "De mysteriis dom. sathanas" LP. But when ever that will be I don't know...

How are the sales of "The Awakening", or is it too early to say something about it?

- The first edition of "the awakening" sold out as fast as we could manage to pack the records. Of an edition of 1000 copies it's hard to be fair to everybody by who shall have the record when the orders are more than what we have records to send out....

Karlen from MERCILESS told me of a tour with MAYHEM, so is it merely a wish, or will something like this happen?

- I don't know about actually a tour, but we thought of having some gigs around somewhere in Scandinavia.. I just can say we hope a such thing will be. A guy told us for a long time ago he wanted us down to Portugal to play there and that he will pay in advance for that trip expenses. We think of that when it'll be we'll bring also MERCILESS there, but when that thing can be done I just don't have an idea of.

When I listen to "Deathcrush", I hear that the guitarsound has not much bass in it, so is this the way you want th guitar to sound or just how it came out in the studio, or are my ears cheating me?

- I guess you're right about th sound might be lighter than ordinary. But in fact it is down-tuned but with a bad speaker, the distortion makes it that way. I don't play guitar by myself and once again I'm not musically talented so I don't know of the particular reason for that sound...

In this interview with F.E.T.U. Euronymous said that in some occasions, he reached up to 50 hits per second...??? Is this really true? It's hard for me to believe it...

- In fact that's not really so fast with 50 hits/second, huh.... with the thought of it's one up and one down. It might sound faster than it is.

Do you think that a distorted bass and doublebassdrums are necessary for Deathmetal?

- Definitely yes and with our sound it fits perfect. As for the distorted bass it makes it possible to tune up the bass, but Necrobutcher doesn't in fact actually play bass, it's like a rhythmguitar played on a bass. And the main reason for having doublebass on the drums is that it ca be to play with the pedaldrums not only doing it faster by them. A bass with no distortion sounds too funky and a single-bassdrumkit is for pop or discobands which I don't give much for!

Compared to Manheim, Hellhammer seems to play much more technical and complicated, so do you think that this drumming style is better for Mayhem? 

- You're right about it's more technical on the drums. He may do it too technical sometimes, I think, instead of having aggression and brutality in the sound and I don't think much about techno. Technical playing mostly doesn't give anything at all in the sound, instead it's a risk that the power in it and that the Evil Black sound got wasted by that. Something I HATE by technical styles is when it is to show how good one is at some instruments but it's mostly the guitar players that do that. It ruins only.

Uh, I must come to an end, so instead of another boring "last comment", could you tell which zine you think is the most stupid/shitty one?

- The very worst one ever done that we've seen is the "Shit mag" from Chile that only uses one sentence of each answer of the interviews by all bands, not depending on how long or what the answers are. But it's hard to say exactly what zines are the worst crap when so many of them are... some rite in a totally "impossible" English in both the letters and interviews to us and sometimes not even in English... we really don't know what to do with the 25 or more questions in for example Spanish but mostly their letters are the worst and what do you do with many pages written in Hungarian, Polish, French, Spanish, Portuguese, German (from Eastern Europe) or Italian????? All we can do is to write back in English and if there is any possibility for us to translate their letters so we know of what to answer and we of course do that. Otherwise I use to answer in Swedish or Japanese. (Pelle knew Japanese?? Or am I misunderstanding??? - me) It is really weird how zines can exist in the most strangest places... and once we got a letter in pretty good done Swedish from Hungary. It's hard for me to see how it can be a scene (or a kind of) in places like Cuba, GDR, Malaysia, Bangladesh, Israel and Scandinavia. It sounds really strange to us but it is bands and sometimes zines at such places and we try to contact them. But to give a more proper answer on that question but not to put shit, eh, the place of really many shit-zines and also much of rip-offs is Poland. No place is totally free from rip-offs neither only shit-zines existing. But Chile and Greece also got much of that kind but not as much as Poland. What I really hate of rip-offs is when someone buys a demo and then sell it like bootlegs when it's no even cheaper to buy a such one or when they print t-shirts of our band and never even tell us us of that. It's ok when we receive one shirt-each member and then they can sell and print as much as they want to. It's the same with some zines, they either send interviews and after that we never hear from them again or they don't even write us up at all, only copy other stuff from various zines and later we can receive letters from people telling of our reviews or bio in zines we thought those didn't exist... that's the worst zines I think!

Oh my god, this was a pretty long interview, wasn't it? I hope you enjoyed the questions and especially the answers as much as I did, so you can be sure that I'm deeply proud to have that interview in Battery. If you wanna contact the band, you can write to the following address: MAYHEM, Box 75, 1405 Langhus, NORWAY, but please include an IRC or something like that. You can also ask about the label DEATHLIKE SILENCE PRODUCTIONS and the MERCILESS LP which fucking kills - read my review!! OK, that's it and thanx to Dead for such long answers!"

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Wip Wednesday (but a day late)

This is part of my wip for Growth of Trial and Error. This is a fic connecting another two of my one shots. This is not edited to my usual standard but it's pretty close. I'm still working on ship week stuff so this is on the back burner for a bit till I finish that.

ya'll can use this post to ask question and shit in the tag or comments.

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Danny and Tim have been dating for a little over a month and a half. In that time they have tried to have a date night once every week… It ends up once every two weeks with random visits for a cuddle date. Danny blames the Observants and Gotham rogues for being bitches. There's only so many times that the restaurant they have reservations at somehow gets hit in an attack before they just give up on restaurants all together.

This is one of those cuddle dates. Danny was laying with his eyes closed on Tim's couch with a star pattern blanket wrapped around him. He's waiting for Tim to get back to back with popcorn so they can watch the Knives Out movies. Why would Tim want to watch murder mysteries when he literally helps solve crime as his nightly activities Danny would never get, that being said he had no room to talk. He himself often fights ghosts for fun now. It's good stress relief from royal duties. 

Speaking of royal duties, Danny was sick of paperwork and meetings. Being Ghost King was one almost useless meeting after another with even more useless paperwork to go with each one. He swears, if the Observants ask for another meeting about making more court trials he will find a way to revive them from never being alive and end them himself. All that doesn't matter at the moment because he has a tired boyfriend to cuddle, once he stops taking so long in the kitchen.

Danny opens his eyes to see Tim with a small loving smile on his face. One that Danny can't help but return.

"Aww, it's almost like you got flowers in your lungs for me again!" Danny teases 

"Hey! You have no room to talk, Mr. Blood Blossoms!" Tim's blush only gets worse with Danny's light laughter.

"Yeah, yeah and I'll never live that down." Tim rolls his eyes at the pun. Why did he have to bring another person who likes puns into his life, wasn't Dick enough. Danny lifts one side of the blank.

"Come on sweetheart, get in here." Now how can Tim say no to that? Tim sets down the popcorn and the veggie tray Bruce insisted they have. Tim dives into Danny and settles in for a good old murder mystery.

They get half way through the first movie when things go wrong. 

"God these guys are assholes, you'd think that after hearing one person getting excluded they would worry about the possibility of it happening to themselves!" Danny says, grabbing a handful of popcorn from its bowl.

"I hate that I've met people like this at galas." Tim groans. 

"I hope they crash and burn. Marta deserves the inheritance at this point." Danny ends his point by popping pieces of popcorn in his mouth.

As the scene on screen changes, so does the one in Tim's living room. Danny really can't have a nice day off.

A ripping sound is hard over the cacophony of the TV. A portal to the Infinite Realms appears next to it, effectively ruining their cuddle date night. As the Observant floats out into the living room, Danny can't help but feel like he is forgetting something. 

…Oh, oh no. 

Danny realized what he forgot to tell Tim.

He is the ghost king and Tim has no fucking clue.

Oh Ancients, Tim is going to kill him a second time. That's a future Danny problem, present Danny has to handle an Observant with an uninformed vigilante boyfriend laying on top of him. 

Tim has yet to move as he is in his civvies but Danny can feel him tensing. Danny pins Tim to his chest with his arms. The newly added pressure is hopefully comforting. Danny makes a soft rumble from his core. A signal to Tim that everything will be okay, he still doesn't relax.

The Observant was impatiently waiting for Danny's acknowledgement. It doesn't wait long, not because Danny answered but because it ran out of the little bit of patience it had in the first place. The mutual disdain the Observants and Danny hold for each other is great, but Danny will always commit more than the Observants. So yes, Danny could make this easier for himself and Tim, but no. He has principals!

"King Phantom, us Observants wish to schedule a meeting with you regarding the court-'' the eyeball in a sad imagination of jello didn't get to finish its request. It got cut off by Danny's sigh.

"If it's about the same thing as before, no. As stated in the Court Acts section 12a, you can't give out Court hearings without proper approval by an Ancient and myself. Nor can a trial proceed without a pre-approved Ancient or ghost of similar position from outside the Observant branch." Danny's blank stare fixed itself on the unwanted goo encased eyeball, daring it to rebuttal.

"Yes, of course King Phantom. I will tell the others." The Observant grits out. Its goo flesh scrunching in a poor imitation of a disgruntled face. It rips open a portal to the Infinite Realms and leaves without further pestering.

Danny lifts his arm. He can hear Tim's mind trying to piece together what happened. 

"Hey, Tim? Beloved? Are you good?" Danny is starting to think that this might have broken his boyfriend. It's been a good 30 seconds since The Observant left and Tim hasn't moved. Maybe he's rebooting? As Danny is pondering the mental state of the man he's supposed to be cuddling, said man decided to roll off of him landing in a crouch.

Tim looks Danny in the eyes and says with all his heart, "What the fuck, Danny?!" 

Oh Danny might be a little fucked.

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Tim is going to kill and revive his boyfriend for a second time, if he doesn't explain right now.

"So, I may have forgotten to tell you something important." Danny placates.

"Oh! What gave it away? The probable high powered ghost that portaled into my living room and broke the TV in the middle of our date, or the fact you responded to them with higher authority!" Tim's sass is amplified by the TV blinking to life and giving a static scream. 

Danny breathes in through clenched teeth, face slightly scrunched. It was adorable, making it hard for Tim to stay upset. "I'm sorry Tim. I didn't mean to keep anything from you. I just forgot you didn't know already and I just don't talk about it by default, you know. I'm not used to not being around my parents and they don't know about any of-" 

"Danny, hun, you're starting to ramble. I know how it is with your parents but please explain now.”

“Sorry. I’ll start at the beginning. So, you know how I told you how I became a teen hero after my half-death.”

“Yeah…” Tim switches from crouching to sitting on the floor, eyes squinting at Danny with suspicion. He doesn’t like where this is going.

“So, there was this one time my town was pulled into the infinite realms by the old ghost king. So I had to fight him. I won in the end but, Oh the consequences of these actions."

"Oh no."Tim said quietly, reeling at the possibilities of what the downfall of a king could be.

"Fun fact, the right to the throne is earned through trial by combat. It would have been fine if not for the Realms showing affection for me. You can't argue with the semi-sentient realm between realms." Danny sighed.

“Semi-sentient in what way??! How did it show affection for you?? What do you mean it would have been fine??" What exactly was Danny involved with? Tim thought it was just ghost wrangling. He knew he should have tried harder to contact Constantine about ghosts. Doesn't matter at the moment, nothing could have prepared him for this.

"I don't know how but the Infinite Realms are just like that. It might have to do with the fact that it's where all the dead end up, so technically all lands of the dead, but I just work there." Danny shrugged, all too used to the Infinite Realms' brand of being.

"Danny, Alnilam, my dearest boyfriend, I mean this with my entire chest, what the fuck?" Tim lets his head slump into Danny's arm.  He was done for the day and the next two after that. He just wants to watch some murder mysteries with Danny and deal with the Ghost King shit later. It was the first day off of both Wayne Enterprises and any major case he had in weeks. 

The TV's static increased in volume for a moment before setting down, as if mocking him. He side eyes the TV.

"Sweetheart, if you stop glaring at the TV and give me like 5 minutes, I can fix it." Danny lightly chuckled. 

"Fine, I want to see if I'm right about what is actually going on." Tim knows who did it, he's just waiting to be proven right.

"Hey! Don't spoil it!! Not everyone is a smartass." Danny sheds the blanket as he stands, "Are you going to join me on the couch when I'm done, or are you brooding?"

"Yeah, yeah, and here you are calling me a smartass." Tim rolled his eyes. Switching from the floor to the couch, stealing Danny's blanket in the process. He's allowed to be a bit petty. It's what he deserves after this ordeal and the ones to come when they talk in depth, but that's for later. Right now, he gets to go back to watching murder mysteries with his boyfriend.

#wip wednesday #dpxdc #Petals and Arrays of The Dead and Those Yet To Be #writing wip #it's a 5 + 1 fic :) #Is this wip like a 3rd of the doc rn? yes.

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Freezing

Fred Weasley x gender neutral/gn! Reader

*Reader blushes but it's more of an act of being flustered than color on the cheeks (color isn't specified*

Summary: ONE BED TROPE

Warnings: Fred doesn't leave the reader alone but that's it

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Forgot where I got the gif from but it isn't mine!

"Oh I'm sorry dearie but we have so many people over, you'll be sharing a room with Hermione and Ginny," Molly said.

"Oh no Mrs. Weasley it's fine, really."

"And you two," Molly meant at the twins,"help these ladies with their bags."

With a small sigh George and Fred grabbed the 2 suitcases and went up the stairs behind Hermione. When ya'll reached the room Molly chose, Ron's. 'I dont understand how they came up with this idea. Why cant Ron keep his own room?' You thought.

Ginny was already there when Hermione, you, and your unvoluntary bellhops. Before Fred left he pulled you into the hallway," Hello y/n," he said with that classic grin of his.

"Hi Fred."

"It's always a pleasure you know who the more attractive twin is."

"I never said that. I just can see the difference."

"It didn't need to be said, love."

"Not your love," you said shaking your head," and is there a reason why your here still? Other than my jaw dropping looks?"

"Not just that, but I wanted to let you know Ron's room gets the coldest at night. Get to chilly, my door is always unlocked."

"I'd choose freezing, Weasley."

"You see you say that now but-"

"Fred and George what did I say about pranks when there were guests over!" Molly yelled, he voice echoing up the steps.

"Better head down she sounds lethal at the moment."

"No goodbye kiss?"

"Fredrick Gideon Weasly dont make me come up there!" Molly's voice came again.

"Good luck, that's all your getting."

"For now, love."

"Not-", you would have finished if he didn't near fly down the stairs. You just settled for a sigh and re entered Ron's your room.

"You like him don't you?" Ginny didn't hesitate the moment the door closed.

"Don't lie its obvious," Hermione chimed in.

"It's not!"

"So you do!" Hermione and Ginny shared a high 5. "We planned this while you were snogging my brother in the hallway.

"What! I wasn't-"

"Shh sh Y/n there not point in hiding it, you're the definition of flustered right now."

After taking moment to feel the extra warmth at the tops of your cheeks, and become of aware of how short your breaths were. "You don't think he noticed did you?"

"Probably not he's and idiot."

"That's promising."

"So, do you have a type? Does it happen to be gingers..?" Ginny teased looking you up and down. Hermione couldn't hold back the laugh she released.

"Ginny!" It was more of a whine than annoyance.

"Do you?!" Ginny was laughing through her questioning.

"I mean-" Ginny gasped.

"Oh! You're going to be enjoying this summer aren't you!"

"No! What?!" You now were laughing and the whole room was just bursting.

After unpacking, nearly right on time Molly called everyone down for dinner. Following behind Hermione you shut the door to save some heat from escaping. You didn't know how Ron could do it with the draft.

The table had to be outside since the many guests couldn't possibly make it inside. But being the last one there meant little to know seating. Well there was seating actually, just not where you wanted to sit. That of course HAD to be right next Fred of all people.

Sitting down hie flirting never relented. "Just couldn't stay away for to long could you?"

"Well when you save a seat for me, is this not what you wanted?" You saw George put a hand to his mouth to stufle his laughter. Fred mutted a quiet, "Traitor," to his twin. And the food was passed around.

After dinner you all returned to your rooms and thr draft from the window had really done se damage. You shiverd, luckily Ginny noticed.

"Did you not bring a thick enough blanket?" Conern in her voice.

"No, but it's fine-"

"No it isn't. Hold on a second," Ginny left to who knows where.

When she returned she had a sweater in her hands. "Here," she said fights back a smile," it's all I could find."

Putting it on it was a rather large sweater, but very soft. It was deep green and had an 'f' on the front. Wait, it had an 'f' on the front...

"Ginny really! I mean im grateful but, you planned this." Of anything in their house, Ginny could only find Fred's sweater.

"What a coincidence," she said fighting back a laugh. Hermione however let something small slip, but quickly held it back again.

Not long later you all had layed down to sleep, full to the brim with Molly's dinner. Still you woke, the chill of room waking you yet again for its torment.

You got up and decided a warm drink was what you needed. The stairs only cricked a little at the bottom and you walked into the kitchen. It was dark but there was just enough moonlight to see what you were doing.

You put the kettle on and heated the water within, and grabbed a mug and a tea bag. You thought were being rather quiet and that everyone was still asleep. Unfortunately you were wrong.

When the kettle began to whistle, you swiftly pulled it off the stove. While pouring your cup though you heard a muttered," Lumos."

"Sorry it's ju-," you cut yourself off," Oh it's you." You were met with that one ginger you really wish you could avoid. Fred.

"Like you don't enjoy my company."

"You and your delusions."

"You wake me up and then call me delusional," he tsked. "You must be mistaken my room is 1 above the kitchen Y/n. You'll remember soon enough."

"Trust me Weasley, I'm not in need of anything from you."

His wand still lit, pointed down at his your sweater. "Then what's this? Hm?" He tone was condescending and you hated the effect it had on you. "Cute but don't be speechless now Y/L/N."

"Nonononono Ginny got me this."

The smirk on his face prominent when he said," Sending out my little sister for your dirty work I see." He tsked again.

"You just can't go on without thinking I'm into you, can you?" He walked closer to you and you were pressed to the kitchen table.

"Am I wrong?" His voice was low.

You took in a sharp breath and said," No," you mumbled.

"What was that?" He just HAD to be cocky.

"No." You didn't look at him. You didn't need to see his expression to know his arrogance was shining through.

"Had a feeling."

"What are you doing down here Fred?"

"What are you?"

"I'm freezing so I made some tea, now answer my question."

"I wanted to see what was going on down here. The floor boards gave you away, love."

You scoffed," Well now you know, can I enjoy my tea please?"

"No, not when I have a better solution then tea."

"If I do this will you please let it rest?"

"Yes ma'am." You took a some long swings of your tea so if wasn't a complete waste.

After a long sigh you said," fine. One night though!"

"Of course! This is a one time deal Y/n." His tone humorous as always.

You walked up the stairs and he joined you, opening the door. Good thing George slept like he's dead or he would have heard the door open. You didn't mean to launch yourself on the bed, but you just knew it was warm.

"Well make yourself at home I guess," he said with a small chuckle. And you did didn't you.

You felt a dip in the bed, and an arm wrap around your waist, lazily though. You pulled out of his grasp.

"Suit yourself, g'night love," he whispered.

"Night, Fred."

Of course the cold got you once more. You didn't know what to do, Fred was out cold beside you and you hated fo disturb him. 'Well he is out cold', you thought. You gently grasped his arm and allowed yourself to give into his warmth. You dropped his arm around you, and you started to feel the warmth envolp you.

You felt his arms pull you close and press you to his chest. "Knew you'd give in eventually," he lazily murmured.

"Shut up," you murmured back.

You felt his chest rumble a bit as he laughed and you let out a small giggle. Deep sleep finally met you and you slept fully.

'One time' how funny the words were. Long story short, you both broke that vow.

#fred weasley x reader #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley #harry potter #harry potter fanfic #fred gideon weasley #fred weasly x y/n #fred weasley fanfiction #mountkennedie

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Enemies - Zora Ideale

word count - 2.5k

request - Z3ll0us

warnings - uhh none really, language probably, just some fluff

a/n - ya'll, my bad, I'm not dead just not creative, I somehow came up with this in the matter of like 5 months, and it's still shit I'm sorry guys, but I hope you all enjoy! Btw I'm going to be trying my best to come back!💕

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It seemed no matter where he went, no matter what job it was if they were there, there was no chance for him. How many bounties had he lost? How many relics had they stolen right from under him for contracts? Zora was sick of it and made it a rule to himself that he would drop everything and turn the other way when he saw them, but what was even the point? Because no matter where he went, they were always there.

Even now, a member of the Black Bulls, he was having a hard time holding back from releasing magic spells. He wanted them gone, at least that is what he thought. Why else would he get this burning feeling looking at them to speak to Magna like they have been friends for years? But, of course, Zora could never tell them. However, he wanted them to talk to him like that, not like he was just some scum on the bottom of their shoes, but it is not like all he has done has exactly helped his relationship with them, which brought him to his current predicament.

"With who?" Zora could not believe his luck. Of course, he was going to be with them. What else would the fates do but trick and play with him? His suffering must be amusing. Yami puffed on his cigarette as he handed Zora a pack of mission information.

"You are with Y/n. Now go find them and get on; I forgot about that one under some stacks of papers, due dates in 3 days." Yami kicked Zora out of his office and left him there to stare at the door as he thought about how fucked the next four days would be for him.

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It was a cave expedition. Some wild animals had been going in there and coming out with big mana. It was beginning to make it dangerous for the surrounding villages who hunted wild game to put dinner on the table. But, thank the gods, Yami had cleaned off his desk; if not, who knows what kind of trouble the guild would have been in the next few days.

Walking to their room, Zora had heavy feet, which seemed only to get more weighted and weighted as he got closer to their door. Then he heard their laugh vibrating through the walls and ringing out to the hall where he could listen, halting his step and his heartbeat. Zora swallowed a knot before bringing his hand up to the door and knocking heavily. He heard their steps before the door opened, and they stared at him, sitting into their hip and glaring.

"What?" They seethed, narrowing their eyes as if looking for a trick. He sighed and handed them the folder, not even bothering to mess with them right now; they will prove him wrong later anyways.

"Be ready in thirty minutes." And then he walked away.

Y/n P.O.V

I watched Zora skulk away, a different air around him, almost defeated. I frowned before closing the door and turning back to the guest.

"Who was that?" A friend of mine from hell, a tiny demoness who specialized in brews and potions. Aliza was her name, and she was a stout little thing with filled-out curves and gorgeous maroon skin that glowed. Her nails were sharp and black, seeming to glitter in the light as she lifted her cup, which was much more prominent in her little red hands. Red swirly horns curled around her ears before pointing up in effortless black points that seemed to drip back down her horns like minor oil spills. Most enticing were her pink eyes, slit-like a cat and equally as sharp.

"Zora, a team member." I settled back down in my seat in front of her and sipped my tea. Her tail swished around her curiously as she stared at me pointedly. Since she was so short, she had to stand on the table to see eye to eye; she looked adorable under the flowers in the vase sitting at the center of the table.

"Just a team member?" Her pink eyes seemed to glint in knowing, knowing what? I did not know. I eyed her suspiciously as I finished up my meal.

"Yeah. Just a team member who, by the way, gets on my nerves sometimes and is a huge asshole." I took the final sip from my tea and gathered the dishes before throwing them through a portal to hell. Aliza looked unimpressed as she watched me close the said portal. "What?"

"You cannot keep expecting Helltower to keep doing your dishes." I grinned, dusting off my hands and moving to change.

"Of course I can! He loves me! Plus, I always repay him with little trinkets from the middle world." I mused, throwing on my guild cape and walking out of the room, Aliza following me. Her heels clicked on the stone hall as she followed me, surprisingly keeping up for being so small.

"Where are you going?" She continued to drink her tea, which she had reheated with a small flame in her hand.

"Some mission, talk shit later, okay?" She laughed before slipping through a small red vortex in front of her effortlessly, and I continued to meet Zora.

It has been silent ever since we started walking, stale moods rising from both of us. Yami had mentioned that the mission would be within walking distance. What he had failed to mention was that he thought thirty-five miles was within walking distance, which brought us here, stumbling on the only trail that would lead us to the village in need. Wind around us blew softly, whistling through the trees and making the leaves above our heads shutter and shake. Orange and yellow leaves were falling overhead to frame our little journey. Now and then, deer or a rabbit would hop across a few feet ahead of us, some even stopping to stare at us with their beady eyes before walking off.

As silent as it was between us, the forest made up plenty of sounds, birds chirping tiny tunes to each other from the high treetops. We had even heard the roars of hogs fighting by a pond over a mate. We stopped to watch them for a second but continued a little after. Eventually, Zora let out an irritated sigh and walked over to a tall, thick tree, probably hundreds of old- and kicked it so hard, the roots ripped out from the ground, well, mostly. Before any dirt or rocks could hit us, Zora quickly set up a magic circle and reflected it all. I watched in astonishment and confusion. What the hell was he doing? Then, as dozens of birds flew away from the scene, scared of such commotion, he spoke.

"Cut this for me, dear?" I scoffed at the nickname, trying to ignore the sweet pound of my heart that followed after his raspy voice wrapped around that word in an unreasonable amount of attractiveness. Then I thought of a particular pair of pink cat eyes glinting at me. So I shuffled forward, opting instead of asking questions to pull an ax out of a small portal. "I always forget your weapons are double the size of Cap'n Yami." He muttered off to the side, watching as I walked up to the top of the tree and measured up the ax to swing. As I swung down on the trunk, cutting it just as it began to branch out, I heard a low whistle, and secondly, his footsteps walking along the tree trunk back to me.

"Clean shot, doll." He grinned down at me, then looked back at the severed trunks. "We'll take the long one for the rest of the ride, whaddya say?" He asked, reaching down to pull me up. What the hell is going on? As I gripped his hand, I was almost in a trance, confused and running through millions of thoughts. Setting my body on auto-pilot as I tried to figure out why the hell he was so lovely. Which, in the end, was a bad idea, or maybe a good one.

My foot slipped, and just when I thought I was going to eat shit, a specific pair of hands gripped me, pulling me up fast. We fell back, landing against the wood hard; well, Zora did at least.

"Fuck." He groaned, rubbing his head before looking up at me, his mischievous eyes and smile gone, there laid concern. "Are you okay?" He moved me off of him gently, surprisingly not making any inappropriate comments on our position.

"You saved me," I spoke, still flabbergasted with what happened and the events leading up to it.

"Yeah, it didn't look like it was gonna be a soft fall, sweetheart." He stood up, convinced that I was all right, and gave me a hand again, this time watching me intensely as if I would misstep again. After I was up, he walked away, going to the head of the tree to fill it with mana. Slowly, the trunk began to rise, higher and higher, until we were above the surrounding trees. Green leaves blocking the view of the forest floor we once stood on, and a soft sunset began in front of us. The trunk began to move forward, slowly speeding up before staying steady. The wind whipped my hair around, along with a few of my things, making me hold on to them tightly after tying up what I could of my hair. I walked up to Zora again, coming to sit beside him. The trunk was thick enough for us to sit side by side, but it was a tight fit nonetheless. So as I settled beside him, he moved slightly for me, but our legs stayed glued to each other.

"If you could just do this the entire time, why didn't you just leave me back there?" I laughed it off, so used to him being a pain in the ass, and it is not like it would not be the first time he screwed me over in some way. Our relationship was not one of the niceties or cordial words. So often, you would find us fighting or screaming to see the other because of something they did, which eventually leads to a fight. Zora did not look at me for a bit, but when he did, I wished he had never turned his head. His eyes were sullen, sad, and overthinking, foggy with millions of thoughts that looked to be running through his head. The evident frown that towed down his face bothered me, so used to the shit-eating grin he pranked me or others, or when after putting someone in their place.

"I guess I can be really mean sometimes, huh?" I did not know his voice could be so soft. Honestly, I was surprised I heard him at all, but I did and could not stop thinking about it. I did not feel it necessary to talk after that, instead finally shutting my trap and moving on to watch the sunset. Colors blurred and blended across the sky, framing the mountains and trees rising to kiss the sky. It was quite the sight with bright pinks, oranges, and even some purple painted across the blue sky. When we reached the village, the sun was long gone, replaced by the moon, just as bright and beautiful with specks of stars across the sky. At some point, I remember getting bored and searching for the different zodiacs and patterns defined by the stars. As soon as I had found my sign, the tree trunk began to descend.

The trees we once flew over surrounded us and shut us off from the sky once again as we settled on the forest floor. The tiny little path we had been following earlier continued beside us, looking as it had when we left it hours ago. Up ahead, I could see the village glowing lively. Its name is written proudly on a wooden sign almost overcome at the bottom in ivy. However, before we got there, I opened my big mouth again.

"I don't blame you for being so mean; I mean, I would be mean too if my guild partner beat me at everything." That is not how it was supposed to come out, I mean, I was genuinely trying to be nice, but I did not filter the words that left my mouth before. Zora's head turned to me, eyes gaunt and eerie, his brilliant smile no longer on display.

"You wanna run that by me again, Doll?" The venom that surrounded the once cheery nickname made my stomach drop. I felt backed against a corner with miles surrounding me to run off. Quickly I tried to explain what I meant.

"Wait, Zora, that's not what I meant- not how I-"

"No, I think I got it doll, you just think you're that much better than me, huh? So what, you got to some quests before me, stolen relics under my nose, and joined my guild, passing me up in less than four months. I don't care, Honey, 'cause ain't nobody better than me- 'cause ain't no one like me! I don't care how much mana you have, how many spells you cast, how skilled you are, or how fucking perfect you are! None of that is gonna change no matter how gorgeous you are!" Zora's eyes widen, and he clenched his mouth shut, turning away with a growl and turning to walk off toward the village ahead of us.

"You think I'm perfect?" I called out, watching him stop and turn back to look at me. Zora's face was blank as he spoke.

"Are you telling me that out of ALL that, that is the only thing that stuck?" He scoffed, and his eyes narrowed slightly, sharp jaws sent in a deep frown. I walked up to him and stopped a step ahead of him. I held out my hand slowly, making sure I held eye contact with him.

"Truce?" Zora looked at my hand, astonished, which slowly melted away and revealed mixed relief and annoyance. Then, finally, he moved to grip my hand and shake it firmly.

"Truce. Whoa-" I yanked Zora forward, pulling him close, catching his surprised blue eyes before closing my own and going in for a kiss. Fortunately, Zora fell into it almost too easily, slipping his arms around me tight and returning the kiss with a bottled fever. However, after a few seconds, he pushed back, letting me go.

"W-What was that for?" I stared at him, lips still buzzing slightly from the contact.

"I don't know; it felt like the right thing to do. I think you're perfect, handsome too."

#black clover #black clover zora #zora ideale #zora ideale x reader #black clover oneshots #request #x reader #im back bitches #fluff

[og-danny-dorito]

[ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐎𝐕 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 ]

v v hard to explain this concept but basically it's what pieces of them they leave behind with you that would make it known that they live with you/come to your house often. the only people not included is the blonde dude bc i didnt really think his character was around long enough to mention and all for one because hes stinky. enjoy!!

𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢:

- black hair dye stains on your bathroom sink

- the lingering scent of weed and cigarettes in your bedroom

- stolen hoodies on your couch for convenience

- takeout boxes with his name on them that you've most definitely eaten from

- an extra pair of shoes that he could wear for taking a smoke outside since he almost ruined yours last time

- a half finished beer bottle on the kitchen counter that he'll take a sip from and then promptly pour down the sink next time he comes over

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢:

- his nintendo switch that he keeps "forgetting" to take back to his place (its just an excuse to come back over even though he doesn't need one)

- anti-dandruff shampoo and conditioner on his ledge of the shower

- the scrunchies/bracelets he gave back on the coffee table so he could steal other ones of different colors

- fast food wrappers near the foot of your couch

- scented lotion you told him you liked on him for his skin

- a card for kurogiri's bar so you could come get him if you needed help and couldn't contact him

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞:

- dirty undershirts and sweatpants in your clothes hamper

- the smell of cigarettes and musk on your couch, bed, and blankets

- a razor and some shaving cream on your bathroom sink's ledge for when he needs to shave at your place

- the cologne you bought him on your dresser that he wears when ya'll go out

- a pack of cigarettes on the nightstand for "emergencies"

- some mugs he put in the freezer so ya'll could have something cold to drink the beers he brought out of

- a few extra towels he brought when ya'll first started sort of living together cause he thought it would annoy you if he used up your clean towels

- not really in your house but i thought i should mention it: theres a few photobooth pictures of y'all in his wallet

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞:

- a few dresses/nice blouses in your closet that she put there in case of surprise dates

- a few things of expensive lip balm that she thought you would like

- a written note that says "don't forget to eat today <3" on a container of food she packed for your lunch

- a list of movies on a piece of paper on the counter that the two of you could watch next time you meet up

- some rubber bands under the couch that she lost because she keeps having to tie her hair up

- old mascara in a drawer in the kitchen that she can't use anymore but you never threw away

𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐚:

- stickers. EVERYWHERE. mostly lisa frank and cute ones she got off etzy

- sticky notes on your bedroom wall and fridge with encouraging notes on them so you'll be motivated to get through the day

- scrunchies that she gives you to wear with each outfit so you're never under-accessorized

- smiley faces with little fangs all over your notebook pages along with little doodles of y'all holding hands

- a framed polaroid of y'all's first date

- a cook book with stars next to the recipes she wants to try out with you next

- some cat-themed utensils that she thought were cute

- "how to raise a child" books since she's trying to convince you to adopt a cat with her

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫:

- his laptop and headphone set

- some extra blankets on the couch because he likes to be warm at all times (he is technically reptillian so it makes sense)

- a small dent in the bed since he literally doesn't move from there if he doesn't have to

- a few scratch marks on the floor in the kitchen where he fell and accidentally scuffed the ground with his talons

- the armor plates for his gear that he was fixing at your place because you had the very specific tool he needed

- an extra pair of keys to his place on the key rack

- a five dollar bill with a frowny face sticky note because he lost a bet

- so many hoodies. so many. its a problem.

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐢:

- a dress shirt in your closet that he left that you've designated as your personal nightshirt for when you miss him

- his "special pillow" he brought from home since yours were hurting his neck

- a bottle of expensive wine above the sink for special occasions

- a few potted plants that he got you in your living room to "spruce up the space"

- some books on your nightstand that he likes to read you to bed to

- a printed list of places to go eat out at (he's old don't @ him)

- expensive matching pajama sets that ya'll rarely ever wear

- a list of people to call on the fridge if anything were to happen to you and he wasn't there

𝐌𝐫. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬:

- a vase of red and orange roses on your kitchen table that he bought you last time he visited

- a bunch of really expensive jewelry he bought (NOT stole this ain't dabi) in your dresser

- some fairy lights the two of you set up in your little backyard dining area since he said it didn't feel romantic enough

- a magic book he bought for you on a shelf in your room after you kept asking him how his tricks worked

- a handwritten note from him saying "you look stunning, darling <3" on your mirror in his fancy ass handwriting

- a pair of red gloves sitting on the kitchen table that he forgot on his way out this morning

[ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 :) ]

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"Reunion" A Sam Gardener/Paige Hardaway "Fix It" One Shot *Atypical*

Alright, I should have been working on my series but ya'll I finished ATypical last night and I was FUMING. Actually I still am fuming. So fuming I had to write a "fix it" fic for the ending of the Sam and Page story. It will NOT end at the Olive Garden. I refuse to believe that.

So I spent all day writing this. I don't care if anyone likes or agrees with it, this was for me. In my heart this is how they ended up. Okay? Okay.

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“My my my, Sammy you are lookin’ FLY!” Zahid stepped back and admired his work. Sam had reluctantly let him pick out his outfit for tonight. He felt very uncomfortable in the soft cotton t-shirt NOT the regular cotton t-shirt, distressed jeans NOT regular and non-holy, and an unbuttoned dark blue flannel, NOT a normal polo. But he wanted to look a certain way for tonight, something he thought she’d like. He needed tonight to go perfectly, and not because his atypical brain needed it to. His heart needed it to.

“Thank you Zahid, I’m very uncomfortable. That’s how I know I look good to other people,” Sam nodded.

“So true,” Zahid nodded. “Now are you sure you don’t want me to come with you tonight? Be your wing man?”

“No,” He shook his head as he studied himself in the full length mirror. “I need to do do this on my own, no birds necessary,”

“That’s my Sammy Sam,” Zahid beamed. “Always so literal,”

“Well, I’ll see you after the party ends. Probably before,”

“Unless things go well..” Zahid wiggled his eyebrows.

“If they go according to plan I will still come back home, you know this is the one of the only three places I can spend the night. The other two being my childhood home and Antarctica,”

“Yes I do know that,” Zahid nodded. “I am so proud of you for spending two months in that popsicle freezer, by the way,”

“I didn’t see one popsicle while I was in Antarctica, but I appreciate your praise Zahid,”

“Anytime, Sam. Permission to hug?”

“Permission granted. I’d normally say no in fear of wrinkling my clothes, but I’m pretty sure they’re already as wrinkled as they can be,” Sam raised his arms, gesturing to the crinkled flannel and jeans.

“Alright, well go and get her man!” Zahid wrapped Sam in a huge, tight hug.

“I hope so,” Sam nodded before walking out the door and down to his car that he could legally drive now.

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When he arrived at the school, he parked and went inside, He glanced down at the invitation he needed to enter the party:

“REUNITE WITH YOUR FELLOW OWLS! 5 YEAR REUNION FOR THE CLASS OF 2019!”

He couldn’t believe it had been five years since he had walked down these halls. It seemed to go by so fast; from going to Antarctica to graduating from Denton to getting a job at the aquarium as a vendor selling his drawings of Stumpy and the other marine life. He would even take long term commissions or draw guests right there on the spot. He didn’t like doing those so much though.

He approached the table apprehensively, hoping he wouldn’t be met with any of his tormentors from high school. But to his absolute relief and delight, there to greet him was the very person he had come to see. Her blonde hair was missing it’s usual blue streak, but other than that she looked exactly like he had remembered her: Beautiful.

“Sam!!” Her eyes lit up when she saw him walking up. She ran around the table and met him before he even reached it. She almost went for a huge hug, but she wasn’t sure if they were still in that stage where he trusted her enough to do so without permission.

But to her absolute shock, Sam opened his arms and welcomed her embrace unprompted. Tears lined her eyes as she hugged him as tightly as she could.

"Hello Paige," He simply stated as she had her arms around him. Suddenly she was catching something she’d also never thought would happen

“Sam, are you wearing cologne?” She asked him softly in his ear, not wanting to let him go just yet.

“Yes,” He nodded as he pulled back just a little to face her, but still his arms around her. He usually hated soft touch or holding of any kind, but with Paige everything was different.

“But you hate foreign smells, especially on your body,” Paige blinked in disbelief while also mentally noting that Sam was not letting her out of his grip.

“Yes, I do,” He nodded again. “But I read that this cologne produces pheromones for the female human,”

“Sam!” Paige blushed, biting her lip and looking at the floor. “Why would you need that?”

“For the ladies obviously, buddy,” Sam used his line for lying, dropping his arms around her. He couldn’t focus on more than one social skill at a time. “You look very nice tonight by the way, Paige,” He added the compliment to complete the lie.

“Oh,” Paige’s voice fell a little soft and disappointed, but Sam was unable to detect it.

“Are you done with your duties? I’d have some things I’d like to discuss with you,” Sam gestured to the table where two other women were taking “tickets’”.

“Absolutely!” Paige replied over excitedly. “I’ll just tell them I’m taking my break,”

“I don’t want to break anything, Paige. I’d just like to talk,” Sam said in a distressed tone. He didn’t want Paige to think he was going to attack her.

“Oh no no no Sam,” She laughed nervously. She missed how literal Sam was. “I meant a rest from work,”

“Oh, right,” Sam shook his head nervously, picking at his fingers. He should have known that, he knew what a break was. Paige just made his thoughts foggy.

“Shall we?” Paige pointed down the hall. Sam nodded and followed her into an empty classroom where they could talk uninterrupted. She pulled up a chair at a desk while Sam did the same, then she realized where they were.

“Oh my goodness,” She whispered.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” She waved her hands dismissively. “Not at all Sam. It’s just--” She paused and looked around. “Do you know where we are?”

Same studied the room for a moment, when his eyes caught a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower.

“We’re in the French Classroom, where I brought you your penguin necklace so you'd be my girlfriend again, and then you kissed me for the first time,” He informed her matter of factly, but with a small smile, a thing he never did for anyone else.

“Yes,” She nodded with a small smile while her cheeks turned red.

“That was a very good day,” Sam nodded while recalling the memory. He would never admit it to anyone, but that was his first kiss.

“Yes, yes it was,” Paige nodded as well.

“That relates to what I’d like to discuss with you, Paige,”

“Oh?”

“Yes,” He nodded while looking at the floor. He was extremely nervous to do this, but he wanted to do it now before he lost his nerve.

“Well, I guess first of all I should ask-- do you have a boyfriend right now?”

“Sam!” She blushed even more; she forgot how blunt and honest Sam was, straight to the point.

“That’s not yes or no,” He stared at her.

“It’s...complicated,” She played with her hair nervously.

“How is it complicated? You either have a boyfriend or you don’t,” Sam was confused.

“Well the short answer is no, I don’t,”

“Okay then,” He started to continue his line of questioning, but Paige put her hands up.

“Wait wait,” She stopped him, trying not to laugh at his eagerness. “Don’t you want to know the long answer?”

“Not really, but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me,” Sam shrugged.

“Yes I am,” She agreed as she took a deep breath to explain her story. Sam was not looking forward to a long story, but he loved hearing Paige talk. Also he could block her out at any time if he got bored with her words.

“Well, while I was working in Georgia my managers realized what a great foreman I would make,”

“How can you be four men?” Sam asked quizzically.

“No no,” She giggled. “A FORE-MAN, Sam. It basically means I tell people what to do at the building sites,”

“Oh,” Sam shook his head in understanding. “Well you are good at bossing people around,”

“Thank you,” She half laughed. “So, I moved up and up and now I’m a manager myself,”

“I thought you hated being a manager," Sam's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "That's why you used your magic birds to quit Spud E"s,"

"I did hate it there," She chuckled as she remembered that day. "But just because it was at Spud E's. You can hate or love something depending on your happiness in doing it,"

"Oh," Sam just nodded, even though he didn't understand it.

"Anyway, so while I was working my way up the ladder, I met this guy Daniel," Paige's voice lowered as she said his name, she saw Sam's face turn to distress.

"Oh," Sam looked at the floor. "So Daniel is your complicated boyfriend,"

"No no no!" She wanted to take Sam's eyes to make him look up at her but she didn't want to make him more upset.

"No, we did date for a while. And then last week, after I got the invitation for this thing, Daniel took me to dinner," Paige paused, not wanting to push him further emotionally by saying the next thing.

"And he asked me to marry him," She said softly. To her surprise Sam's head popped back up with an even more distressed face.

"So you don't have a boyfriend you have a husband,"

"No!," She once again started going for his hands instinctively to comfort someone, but she knew it was different with Sam. Everything was different with Sam.

"Sam, will you let me get through the whole story before you ask questions, please?" She knew she had to flat out ask him to follow social cues.

"Yes," He nodded.

"Okay," she put her hands in her lap to finish her story.

"When he asked me to marry him, I sat there and I thought about it. For a long time. And I thought back to that afternoon when I got the invitation to come here. I was so excited to come,"

"You do love it here," Sam nodded. Paige gave him a look. "What? You said no questions, That was an observation."

"Right," she nodded her head with a laugh. "Well, then I realized I was more excited about coming back here than I was about the prospect of marrying him,"

"Oh." Sam simply replied while looking at the floor once again. Paige wondered if he understood what she was trying to tell him. Finally after several seconds, he raised his head and looked her in the eyes.

"Paige, now may I ask you a question?"

"Yes Sam," she nodded.

"Good," he nodded looking back at the floor. He wanted to pick the right words, he knew he had only one chance at this. He was so lost in his head he didn't realize how long the awkward pause was lasting.

"Um Sam," Paige's voice knocked him out of his thoughts.

"Right," He nodded, rubbing his sweating hands together.

"Paige," He took a deep breath. "Did you say no to marrying Daniel because the archaic institution of marriage disgusts you, or did you say no because you didn't want to spend the rest of your life with him?"

Paige's smile grew bigger at the question. He did understand what she was saying.

"I didn't want to spend the rest of my life with him." She smiled.

"Good." He nodded, making Paige softly giggle. He didn't hide his thoughts, that's for sure.

"Paige may I ask another question?"

"Yes, Sam,"

"Good." He nodded. This was it, the big question. If he could survive 54 days in Antarctica, he could survive this.

"Paige, would you say yes to marrying someone if you wanted to spend the rest of your life with that person"

"Yes Sam," she nodded with tears in her eyes. "If the right person asked me, I would definitely say yes"

"Paige," he didn't form the statement as a question this time, the one time she was hoping for a question.

"Yes, Sam?" She asked with a very anxious tone, tears threatening to fall down either way this went.

Once again he looked at the ground, furiously picking at a loose stand in the flannel sleeve. She debated whether to say something this time, she could tell he was thinking very hard about something and she didn't want to throw him off. Finally, he looked up once again with the lightest hint of wet pupils.

"....I'm the right person" He said with a very matter of fact tone. He didn't ask, he spoke it as if it was the truest fact in the whole world. He was never absolutely sure of anything, but this one exception.

Paige couldn't hold it any longer, happy tears dripped her face. To her surprise Sam was holding his hands out for her to take. The one other time this happened their love story was ending. She had said that day that maybe someday, they would pick up where they left off. And that day was here.

She gently placed her hands in Sam's as closed his fingers so they intertwined with hers. She looked at him with the same look of love she had when they parted.

"I think you're the right person too," She answered him with a tear filled smile.

To her delight his face lit up with overwhelming happiness, something very rare for him. Even better, he pulled her up out of her seat with his hands still holding hers and kissed her.

It was very softly at first like she was accustomed to given his apprehension with displays of affection, but to her continual shock that evening she suddenly felt his lips press harder against hers, the hardest they'd ever been in fact.

The surprises continued when his mouth ever so slightly, and his tongue traced the very littlest bit of the inside of her lip.

She went as slow as she could, following his lead. She absolutely did not want to ruin this for either of them, and she knew what a huge and probably terrifying event this was for him.

Sam slipped his tongue into Paige's mouth little bit by bit, as slow as Edison's movements. But as he felt the roof of her mouth against his tongue, he began to panic at the thought of the germs they were trading right now. His instincts wanted to abruptly push her away from him, but he couldn't do that to Paige.

Instead he removed his tongue and his mouth away from her, quickly but as gently as his neurosis would allow. To his relief, Paige was smiling from the encounter.

"Wow, Sam that was--" She tried to find the words. That kiss they had just shared was even more intimate than any time they made love.

"That was amazing,"

"I practiced that from a video I saw on YouTube," He smiled proudly. "And Zahid,"

"Zahid?!" Paige almost laughed at his last statement. "You practiced kissing on Zahid?"

"What?! No?" Sam made a disgusted face. "I'm not Casey, or Magic and Sphen,"

"Who are Magic and Sphen?" Paige asked curiously.

"Gay penguins," Sam informed her.

"Of course," she shook her head with a soft laugh. She had missed his affection for penguins.

"Anyway Zahid just showed me how, with his girlfriend Honey," Sam continued.

"You know we don't have to talk about how you learned it, Sam," She laughed awkwardly. "I'm just curious, did you--- did you practice that for girls in general, or me?"

"You, of course," Sam replied in an obvious tone.

"I've never wanted any other girl's germs in my mouth, but for you I wanted to make an exception. I read that physical affection is important in a relationship, and if we're going to be in one for the rest of our lives I thought I should learn more,"

"Oh that's so sweet!" Paige grinned.

"Yes, I know." Sam nodded proudly once more. "If we both brush our teeth profusely and use the strong mouthwash we can try it again,"

"Oh, well that should be--" Paige started to respond but Sam was busy opening the backpack he brought everywhere.

He soon pulled out two toothbrushes still in the package along with unopened bottles of mouthwash and toothpaste.

"Oh you meant right now," Paige laughed in amusement.

"Of course right now, we're going to be together for a long time, we should start practicing now," He shook his head in an obvious manner.

"Sound logic," She agreed.

"Wait, I almost forgot something Paige," He went back into his backpack. He was so focused on getting through the proposal he forgot the best part.

"Oh?" She tried looking where he was rummaging.

"Yes," he finally pulled out a sparkling rock from the backpack and stood up.

"This is a rock from Stumpy's tank. I work there now. Not in her tank, but the aquarium." He explained.

"Oh thats--"

"Paige, can you wait to ask questions until I finish my story?" He mimicked her question to him like a parrot.

"I--" Paige started to correct him by saying she was making a comment not asking a question, but she thought better of it. "Yes Sam,"

"Good," he shook his head in approval.

"Like I was saying, this is a rock from Stumpy's tank. I made sure it was one none of the penguins would miss, but was also very shiny and pretty." He explained as he presented the rock. She just nodded, encouraging him to go on.

"When a male penguin wants to mate with a female penguin, he searches and searches for the perfect pebble to present the female. I didn't have time to find the "perfect' one, and its not a pebble its a rock--," Sam noticed Paige's start to make the face she'd make when he was over informing her.

"Anyway," He dismissed the rest of his penguins fact buzzing in his head. He was already on the ground when he pulled out the toothbrushes and the rock, but he knew there was a specific way you had to be on the ground to ask this question.

He moved one leg so he was kneeling on one knee. He presented the rock more towards Paige, who was crying once again. Sam had to remind himself that people cried when they were happy as well as being sad, especially females. So he didn't have to worry if she was sad.

"Would you accept this rock?" He asked nervously.

He didn't know why he was nervous she had already said she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, but this gesture meant even more to him, given that penguins were his favorite thing. Next to Paige.

"Of course I will Sam," she nodded happily as she took the rock from him.

"Oh also," He pulled a small diamond ring from his pants pocket and held it out to her.

"My mom said its better to give a girl this so they can wear it, but diamonds aren't a rock," He laughed to himself like it was the craziest thing in the world to give a girl a silly mineral opposed to a sturdy rock.

"Oh my god," Paige softly whispered as he slipped the ring on her finger.

He had told his mother he was going to ask her to marry him. He had planned this ahead of time, even though he had no idea what she would say. He loved her so much, and she truly loved him as much in return.

Finally done with everything he had planned to do, Sam got back up off his knees and gave Paige a small peck on the lips.

"I love you, Paige," He smiled.

He had practiced saying those words longer than he had practiced kissing. He started saying it in the mirror at first, then saying it to his mom, then his dad, then Casey.

He had always felt the emotion for them, he just never felt the need to announce it. But he knew it was important to hear for neurotypicals, especially Paige.

When he had said he was in love with her before the lock in, she had needed several minutes to process it. He hoped she wouldn't need minutes processing this, he wanted to practice kissing again.

To his relief she only took about 30 seconds to accept that she wasn't dreaming or hallucinating, he had actually said the words out loud to her for the very first time.

"I love you too, Sam," She kept crying from happiness as he gently kissed her once again.

And they did indeed spend the rest of their lives together, just like penguins.

#sam and paige #saige #sage #sam gardner #paige hardaway #atypical #fix it fic #i love them so much #jenna boyd #keir gilchrist

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Paw prints on the Agent's heart🐾part 7:

Hey guys back to gift ya'll with part 7, hope you guys enjoy this part.

Tag list:

@retro-aesthe @blackluthxr @samustar @aznblossom @ibe-anne @lezzzbehonesthere

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"The two of you together is absolutely impossible." Alex groaned out, folding her arms over her chest.

Kara's head whipped around to her sister. "And why's that? We haven't done anything." The blonde Kryptonian questioned before going back to patching your shoulder up where she have removed the kryptonite bullet from.

Alex rolled her brown eyes for what seems to be the umpteenth time the whole time you were groaning as Kara removed the kryptonite bullet, surprised she haven't eye rolled herself into another dimension yet.

"You two know very well what I mean, and you did do something wrong. Don't try to pretend this was nothing. You two could've gotten hurted more that you already are or even worse...killed." Alex said icely, trying to keep the worry from her voice and trying not to pay too much attention to how pale and weak you looked from the kryptonite bullet.

You grimaced but huff out, (e/c) eyes flickering to the clearly worried agent. "Alex, we are both okay now. We had to stop those CADMUS agents before they could've caused more harm to the innocent people."

"I know that, but you two didn't pay attention to the agents sneaking up behind you and haven't waited for the signal. I swear the both of you are going to give me a heart attack if you guys keep that up." Alex explained and sat down on the medicine counter in the lab near you and Kara.

"Besides that, what have gotten you distracted anyways? You usually pay a lot more attention and don't get easily distracted." Alex questioned curiously as Kara finally finished up and sat down next to you on the hospital bed.

You looked back at Alex before looking to the wall behind her. "Eh, it was nothin' really. I just thought I saw somebody I know but yeah there were a lot of people so...it must have been a stranger anyways." You explained before looking back at Alex and making eye contact with her beautiful eyes.

Alex raised an eyebrow at you. "Who did it look like?" She questioned, not sure if it was good or bad to ask that when she noticed you tensing up.

"For a moment back there I could've swore I saw Lillian Luthor lurking but I couldn't be too sure because she disappeared back in the crowd before I could have a better look." You explained and rubbed at your shoulder, playfully glaring at Kara when she flicked at your hand when you got to near your bandaged wound.

Alex heaved out a breath and looked at you and Kara again. "If that was her that means she's probably plotting something again to show her face out in public after hiding for awhile."

Kara hummed in agreement while putting and arm around your shoulders and pulling you into her side for a comforting hug, one that you gladly returned.

"If that's the case we must try and sniff her out." Kara said, smiling at you after you pulled away while Alex kept her happiness inside at the hug you shared with her sister, she's just glad to see you getting closer again just as much as Kara is too.

"We'll talk about the CADMUS problem another time, I'll talk to J'onn first." Alex said and Kara agreed.

"Let's get going." Kara grabbed your arm and pulled you off of the bed and towards the door. "I'm hungry like a lion and we need our share of potstickers." Kara paused, causing you to collide into her back with a grunt and making a money motion with her hand at Alex.

Alex rolled her eyes and got out her card and stridded over to Kara and placing it in the blonde Kryptonian's hand.

"Ugh why did I made that deal with you anyways. At this rate you will make me as broke as a church mouse." Alex joked as Kara smiled innocently at her sister and pulling you away to the door again as you gave a tiny wave at the agent.

"Luckily it's just one month and two weeks left of that deal!" Alex yelled from behind but Kara simply waved her off with her other hand that isn't holding your arm as you both disappeared out of the door.

"And don't drag (Y/N) around too much, she needs rest and time to heal!" Alex shouted, knowing full well that you and Kara can hear her due to Kryptonian superhearing.

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"These potstickers is yummy but pizza still stays the best." You said to the blonde Kryptonian that is sitting in front of you, two plates of potstickers in front you along with your drinks.

Kara fake pouted at you. "No! Potstickers are the best!"

You just laughed softly at her and took a sip of your drink before nearly jumping out of your skin when feeling nails slowly trace up your spine, goosebumps rising to your arms as a familiar feminine chuckle rang through your ears.

You whipped your head to look at the familiar woman standing next to your chair, a teasing smirk pulling at her luscious pink painted lips.

"Lena! Don't scare me like that. I nearly spitted out my drink and that tickled." You playfully swatted at her as she dodged and laughed softly.

"Hello to you too. I always manage to startle you. I wonder how because it's not easy for enemies to sneak up on you but it's easy peasy for me." Lena looked down at you with soft green eyes as she hugged your shoulders and you returning the hug after putting your drink down.

You patted the chair next to you, inviting Lena to sit down next to you as Kara clumsily waved at her when she sat down.

"Hi Kara." Lena greeted her back before turning her attention back to you.

"(Y/N), want to have another movie night at my place? I'm finishing up on my new project early tonight and I am in the mood for some good movies and also want to show you my project." Lena asked, toying with a piece of her dark hair.

You took a sip of your drink and looked at her. "That sounds like a good idea, I don't have any plans for tonight anyways and I wouldn't miss a movie night with my friend." You eagerly accepted her request.

"Wonderful. I'll order us pizza just before I get home and just pick it up on the way home." Lena beamed happily, a bright smile tugging at her lips and crossing her leg over the other causing her black higheels to clank against the white tiled floor.

"You can join us too if you want." Lena briefly looked at Kara.

Kara looked at the two of you before shaking her head. "I would've liked to but I already have plans with my sister and a friend." She said nervously.

Lena smiled and then looked back at you before getting up again.

"Well I must get going, I've just came to get myself a coffee and then get right back into that project." Lena said, squeezing your arm lightly. "See you tonight." Lena said over her shoulder before walking to go and grab her coffee.

"Bye Lena Boo! See you tonight and good luck." You called after the Luthor that shot you a closed eyed smile over her shoulder as she left.

"I also must get going, I want to go down to that new store that have opened a good few blocks away from here." You took the last sip of your drink before getting up.

"Okay. Have fun and hope to see you tommorow. I'll be helping out the new recruits, just glad it's my day off and away from Cat." Kara also got up and hugged you goodbye before going to pay for the food and drinks while you left.

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It was almost past midnight when Kara's phone rang catching the attention of Kara, Alex and James away from the movie they are watching.

"Who can possibly be calling at such and hour?" Kara questioned and picked her phone up that is on the table next to her while Alex paused the movie.

Kara raised her eyebrow at the caller ID.

"Lena?"Kara said confusedly before pressing the answer button.

"Hello Lena." The blonde answered, paying no mind to Alex scooting closer to her.

"Kara!" A worried Lena said through the phone. "Sorry I'm disturbing at such an late hour but I want to know if (Y/N) is at your place. She haven't showed up here and I'm worried now."

"Wait, what? No she isn't here. And that's strange she didn't show up at your place, she wouldn't miss a movie night at your place." Kara said, trying not to get too worried just yet while Alex now looked even more interested in the conversation.

"That's true. I though she was just running late but the later it got I started to think she forgot or was at your place, and she's not answering her phone either." Lena started to sound even more worried. "I hope she's okay and just at home and maybe had fallen asleep."

"Lena calm down, I'll go check at her house, I've been there once a few days ago when I went there for a visit. You go sleep and I'll tell you if she's okay tomorrow, you sound tired." Kara assured her, trying not to have Lena more worried.

"Okay I will thanks but do be careful when you go out to check, you never know what kind of aliens and villains might be lurking around and Supergirl might not always be around the corner to save the day...er well night." Lena said while Kara chuckles to herself.

"Oh I'll be just fine don't worry Lena. Now go get some sleep, I'm very much certain that (Y/N) won't be too happy to hear you like this. Now goodnight Lena." Kara urged and listened as Lena grumbled in the background before saying her own goodnight before hanging up.

Kara sat her phone down on the table again before jumping up, getting a confused look from James and a concerned look from Alex.

"What's wrong?" James was the one that broke the silence.

"It's (Y/N). Lena said that she haven't showed up at her house and she isn't answering her phone. I must go check if she's okay." Kara explained while Alex looked even more concerned now.

James gave her a confused look. "Who is (Y/N)?"

Kara smiled akwardly. "She's a friend and perhaps later I'll introduce you two but I really must be going." The blonde rushed out, already halfway to the front door but James grabbed her arm.

"I'll come with you."

"No James. I'll go. It'll be faster." Kara pulled her arm away but James tried to reason with the Kryptonian until Alex cutted in.

"Olsen, it's okay. I'll go with Kara. You can go home and we'll tell you everything tommorow." Alex's voice was firm, leaving no room to argue.

James let out a defeated sigh but then nodded. "Okay but you two better be careful and tell me everything tommorow, I dislike these secrets between friends." He quickly got his phone and jacket from where he have sat at and spared one last look at the two sisters before leaving through the door.

"Let's go Alex!" Kara urged, slamming the door close behind them and pulling the agent down the stairway and hall before running to a nearby alleyway while Alex tried to stay on her feet as the Kryptonian ran, glaring at her sister when they finally came to a stop in the ally.

"Gosh, chill out, I don't have super running speed like you."

Kara rolled her blue eyes but smiled. "Sorry." She muttered and zoomed into her Supergirl suit and holding out her arm to Alex.

"Shall we go now slow poke?" Kara teased before holding onto Alex.

"Yes you goof, let's go."

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When arriving at your apartment Kara set Alex down and Alex immediately went to knock at your door but Kara firmly grabbed her arm.

"Alex wait, something is wrong here. I detect kryptonite here and it's already weakening my senses and powers by the second." Kara warned her, eyes full of concern.

Alex gave her a worried look. "So you mean Lena was right to be worried about her?"

"Yes, something must have happened, let's go check if (Y/N) is in there and still alive." Kara ran to the door with Alex following right behind her, gun already pulled out before Alex stopped her.

"Kar, let me go inside, I don't want you even more closer to the kryptonite." Alex went in front of her.

Kara went to argue but Alex fixed het with a glare. "Please, I'll be okay and you'll be near incase anything happens. Give J'onn a call and let him send in people." Alex reasoned until Kara agreed reluctantly.

"Okay but yell if you need help. Be careful." Kara warned but walked a few steps back.

Alex took the last few steps towards the front door, noticing it's half open by a few inches. Taking a deep breath, Alex pushed it open and pointing her gun in front of her, scanning her surroundings carefully but found no threat and proceeded further into your apartment after going through a dimly lit hallway and into what appears to be your bedroom, eyes widening at the state it was in.

It was clear that a struggle and fight have broken out here by the cracked dent in the creamy white painted wall along with dried blood that is on the wall and the floor and kryptonite bullets lodged into the walls and the whole rooms furniture was knocked over and even a few were broken and smashed.

"This is very bad." Alex muttered under her breath worriedly, brown eyes scanning around the place until they landed on a lump on the floor against the other wall that also have a rather large cracks in it.

"(Y/N)!" Alex exclaimed in desperation and worry and rush over to the lump after figuring out it's a person instead, turning the figure around until they were on their back, a snarl escaping her lips when she realized it was just a young man that couldn't be older than twenty.

The young man coughed weakly, dark eyes opening into tiny slits and meeting with the angry eyes of the agent, a cruel smirk already starting to form on his lips.

"Well we'll, if it isn't the*cough*agent of*cough*DEO!" He weezed out, clearly in pain as he gripped his chest with his left arm that wasn't broken like his right one was, the bone that was punctured through his arms flesh making Alex cringe a bit at the thought of how painful that must be.

"Where is she?" Alex growled lowly through gritted teeth, grabbing him by the front of his black uniform he's wearing, earning a painful grunt from the man as his broken arm was knocked against the wall.

Alex's anger grew even more when seeying the all too familiar CADMUS logo badge on the front of his black uniform.

"You mean that bitch of a wolf? Boss have taken her but." He coughed more, a little blood dripping from his mouth. "The little bitch wouldn't have come willingly, the bitch was stronger than expected and managed to knock me against the wall but not before I got a good few shots in her." He grunted out, a wicked grin settling in his lips once again when he caught onto Alex's worry and anger, groaning internally at the familiar sirens of the police in the background.

"I hope the bitch die from all those kryptonite bullets." He decided to add cruelly to worry Alex even more.

Alex jabbed at his broken arm and pulled him up making him let out a pained yelp and bitting hard down on his teeth to keep from yelling out in pain when she angrily dragged him through the house and outside where they already found Kara, J'onn and a few more agents in DEO polices cars and vans waiting outside.

Kara and J'onn both looked up at Alex when she went outside the CADMUS agent still in arm.

"CADMUS have taken (Y/N) but they left this one behind." Alex hissed out, throwing the agent infront of J'onn's booted feet.

J'onn folded his arms over his chest, looking down at the young agent that is groaning and squirming in pain on the hard and cold unforgiving pavement.

"You are in a lot of trouble young man." J'onn said in his stern voice, before turning around and motioning to two other agents to pick him up and escort him into one of the cars.

"Alex." Kara rushed over to her sister after the man was in the car and out of earshot.

Alex let out a sigh and looked back at her sister while combing some strands of hair that fell into her face away with her nimble fingers.

"They've taken her Kar. From what I've seen in there and heard from the guy, they've injured and weakend her a lot and..." Alex paused and looked down at the floor with a frown plastered on her usually stern face.

Kara nudged her before pulling her into a comforting hug. "You worry about her I can see." The blonde Kryptonian confirmed.

Alex went to deny but Kara fixed her with a knowing look.

"Don't even try to deny it. I can see you like her and worry about her. But hey don't worry, we will get her back alive." Kara assured her, squeezing her shoulder a little tighter.

Alex blushed a little at what Kara said but gave her sister a warm smile and squeezing her arm back before frowning again.

"But what if we find her too late and she's d-" Alex began to voice her worry but Kara sternly cut her off.

"No! (Y/N) dying is not an option. If she dies I swear to Rao I'll hunt her soul into oblivion and back. I've just gotten her back a few weeks ago and I won't let either one of us loose her again." Kara's voice trembled a bit but it stayed firm as she comfortingly rub hers sisters back.

Alex nodded and quickly wiped a tear away that escaped her eye but Kar already saw and gave her a warm smile.

"If we get her back you better make a move on her before she's swooped away." Kara teased and pouted as Alex softly punched her arm.

"Get swooped away by whom?" Alex asked a bit tensely, trying to not show the jealousy in her tone and ignoring the way how her ears turned red in embarrassment.

Kara laughed softly before they slowly make their way back to the cars and vans.

"Oh you know all too well who." Kara said teasingly until J'onn walked over to them, putting a hand on each of their shoulders, giving the the slightest of smiles.

"We'll get her back, but for now let's get the agent back to the base. Maybe we can get answers out of him." J'onn removed his hands.

"Some agents will stay back here and remove the Kryptonite from this place but when we do find her she might need to stay away from here for awhile just to be safe." J'onn informed and walked next to them back to the cars and vans.

"That might be a good idea. She can stay at my place when we get her back." Kara agreed eagerly, already thinking back to the sleepovers you two had together back on Krypton along with her aunt.

"Thank you, I'll see you two back at the base." J'onn said and got into the back of a matt black van with the famous DEO logo.

As the cars and vans began to leave, the CADMUS agent looked through the window at Kara and Alex, glaring at them coldly and full of hatred.

Alex and Kara glared back, not faltering under his gaze even one bit until they were out off eyesight.

Kara let out a tired huff before facing her sister again. "We need to let Lena know what have happened but...I don't want to call her awake and just drop that bomb on her, she'd be worried and restless and we can't have a restless Luthor running the LCorp." Kara tilted her hand and frustratedly run her fingers through her blonde locks.

Alex let out a grunt in agreement. "That's true. We'll just have to tell her tommorow then." Alex said, taking a few steps towards her.

"Yeah, but she'll be angry that we've waited so long to tell her but I'll go to her work and tell her." Kara said calmly and picked her sister up easily, getting ready to take flight.

"I know but we can deal with her anger tomorrow. Now let's get back to base and try to get some answers from that thug."

"Let's do so. The sooner the better." Kara agreed and took off into the sky with Alex.

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By the time they've gotten back to the base, the CADMUS agent was in the medic bay to get his arm fixed and in a cast before they could even begin to question him.

J'onn watched Alex pace around until he decided to stop her pacing by stepping in front of her.

"Alex, you need to calm down. Pacing around won't make his operation go faster. It will take a long time and he won't be able to talk properly until the medicine wore off. Go get some rest, Winn is already on the look out on the computers along with others to see if he can track down a location they might be keeping her." J'onn adviced her in concern, worried that the agent might collapse in worry if she kept this up.

Alex looked up at him and flinched slightly when Kara came from behind and putted a arm around her.

"J'onn is right Alex, let's go rest for awhile." Kara urged and led Alex to a chair and sat her down in it, asking one of the agents that passed them to get them both coffee.

"Will do ma'am." The agent said hurriedly before rushing off to the cafeteria of the base.

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Hope ya guys ave' enjoyed this chapter. I'm going away on the vacation today but I wanted to leave you guys with a chapter before I go because I can't say for certain when I'll be back and when I'll be able to start on the next chapter. When I'm done with writing this whole paw prints on the agent's heart series I want to start on a Lena x reader story or even a Kara x villian reader or a Sanvers(Alex and Maggie)x depressed villian reader story where reader is villian by night and a typical depressed young woman by day that constantly gets in trouble with the cops and do drugs to cope with her homophobic family, but only if you guys would be interested in it.

#alex danvers imagines #alex danvers x reader #kara danvers x reader #kara danvers imagines #supergirl imagine