#it gave me something positive to work on and channel my energy towards

[negativeyield]

i came from ur greenout fic and u officially gave me soft ghoul comfort brain worms so soooo happy ur doing prompts. the worms must be fed

"this is the moment of just letting go" with Rain having insomnia and getting help from Swiss or Dew??

anon i could kiss you on the lips this is DELICIOUS -- from this prompt list

the dark's not taking prisoners tonight

Hitting sixty-six hours without sleep was a new record Rain had not tried to break.

He couldn’t figure out what the fucking problem was.

Rain was exhausted. Eyes heavy, brain slow. Supplements like melatonin had little effect on ghouls, but he tried it anyway. When that didn’t work, he downed some sleeping pills that only succeeded in making him see shadows that weren’t actually there— effectively scaring him into staying awake even longer.

He’d had bouts of insomnia before. Especially when they were timezone hopping on tour and his internal clock got majorly fucked. Rain would go through the usual channels: turning off any electronics, putting on some white noise, popping a sleeping pill for good measure. Sometimes he’d hit the gym a little harder to tire himself out.

Usually, these things worked.

Ironically, the only time he managed to get anywhere near sleep was in the middle of band practice. They were taking five while Mountain ran back to his room to get extra drumsticks after snapping his last spare. Most of them took that as their cue to grab a snack or go to the bathroom. Rain didn’t have the energy to do anything else but sit right where he was standing. One thing led to another, and suddenly his body was pitching backward.

Rain flailed, his reflexes grossly failing him. Luckily, he was swooped into someone’s arms before smacking his head into Moutain’s kit.

“Rain?” it was Swiss who caught him, pushing him back up to a sitting position before dropping to his knees in front of him, placing a hand on Rain’s shoulder. “You okay?”

Rain was disoriented. Head sleepy, heart beating rapidly as the adrenaline pushed its way through the overwhelming desire to lie down. He shook it off, nodding at Swiss.

“Yeah I… just guess… I.. uh,” the more Rain spoke gibberish, the more worried crossed Swiss’s face. Incoming footsteps and the anxiety of everyone seeing him like this seemed to snap Rain’s brain back into somewhat decent shape, and he managed to speak fluently. “Got a little dizzy, I guess.”

The footsteps turned out to be Dew downing the rest of a soda as he entered. His eyes fell on the two ghouls on the ground and he looked at them curiously.

“Having a picnic, boys?”

Before Rain could say anything, Swiss interjected. “Something’s wrong with Rainy.”

Dammit Swiss.

“What?” Dew’s mood immediately shifted. He hurried over while Swiss felt Rain’s forehead. “Are you sick?”

“No, I just—”

“He was sitting there and randomly went limp.”

“I got a little dizzy,” Rain argued, getting defensive even though he was lying, “I went to lie back and lost my balance.”

“Lost your balance while sitting down, huh?” Dew didn’t seem convinced. He seemed to have a particular talent for reading through his bullshit.

“I guess. Probably just need some water, I’ll be fine.”

Rain could feel Swiss staring at him. He turned to the multi-ghoul, who was intensely looking Rain up and down. “Want to tell us the last time you slept, Rain?”

Perceptive motherfucker. Sometimes he forgot Swiss had some quintessence in him.

“Uhhhh, three…” he messed up the division, counting again on his fingers. “Or four—”

“Fucking hell, Rain,” Dew looked at Swiss and then grabbed Rain’s hand. “You’re going to bed right now.”

“But we’re in the middle of—”

“The only thing we’re in the middle of your nap time. Swiss, take him to his room. I’ll meet you there after I talk to Papa.”

Swiss nodded, grabbing Rain’s forearm and basically pulling him to his feet against his protests. He didn’t have enough energy to fight the multighoul as he was led out of the practice room and toward the sleeping quarters.

However, that didn’t mean Rain wasn’t cognoscent enough to fight him verbally.

“I’m not a child, Swiss, I can go to bed myself,” he twisted out of Swiss’s grip, crossing his arms over his chest. Swiss, uncharacteristically, said nothing in response. “We really didn’t need to stop practice for this!” Silence. “It’s not like I didn’t try to sleep all those nights. I did. I tried everything.” Nothing. They reached Rain’s room and he whirled around at the blank-faced ghoul. “Are you going to fucking say anything?”

Swiss looked at him, sighing.

“You get pissy when you’re sleep-deprived.”

“Fuck you.”

“Maybe after you have a nap, Sleeping Beauty,” he said with a wink that was at least more in-character. Swiss reached around him, opening the door. “After you.”

Rain switched into a lightweight pair of pajama pants and an undershirt and laid down on his bed. Despite being tired enough to fall asleep sitting up in the practice room, here he felt wide awake again. It frustrated him enough that tears started to well up in his eyes, which was quickly noticed by Swiss.

“Rainy, what is it?” his voice was soft. Not mocking. Swiss reached out for him, and Rain decided he wanted the comfort. He grabbed Swiss’s hand and tugged weakly. The multi-ghoul laid down beside him and Rain immediately curled into him.

“I’m so tired,” he cried into his chest. The agony of being awake for so long was finally coming to a head. Swiss just rubbed his back in soothing circles as sobs racked his body. Rain was so out of sorts, he hardly noticed when the bed dipped under Dew’s weight. He took his place on Rain’s other side, entrapping him between Swiss’s tight embrace and the natural warmth of a fire ghoul.

“What do you think is keeping you up?” Dew asked gently once Rain’s sobs subsided into a dull numbness.

“I don’t know,” he shook his head, nuzzling into Swiss’s shoulder. “It’s like my mind won’t stop long enough.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing! Stupid shit. How much it sucks to not be sleeping, usually. Deciding who would be willing to punch me in the head just to knock me out for a little while.”

“Cirrus, probably,” Swiss muttered. Rain could feel Dew shift, probably to deliver a dirty look. “Trust me, she pents that shit—”

“You’re in a cycle, Rain,” Dew interrupted. “Not sleeping, getting anxious about not sleeping, not sleeping because you’re anxious about not sleeping— we gotta break the cycle somehow.”

“You know when my mind is usually the blankest?” Swiss said, raising his eyebrows suggestively. “After I—”

“That is a last resort,” Dew swatted at him.

“It could work, though,” Swiss argued. Rain hated to agree with Swiss being a horny bastard, but it wasn’t the worst idea.

“It could also rile him up!” Dew also made a fair point.

“Only if you can’t get him there.”

“I fucking swear Swiss. Your name is carved into my last fucking nerve.”

“Does the carving say ‘Swiss + Dew forever’ in a cute little heart?”

“Only in your dreams.”

They continued to argue. Rain had a feeling it wasn’t ending anytime soon. He settled into the crook of Swiss’s shoulder, listening to the steady beat of his heart. With Dew’s warmth and the pressure of his limbs on Rain, he started to feel heavy. Swiss and Dew’s voices grew distant. It wasn’t long before he had a moment of awareness that he was finally slipping into sleep.

And he let go.

#prompt fill #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #the band ghost #ghost the band #insomnia #bed sharing #theres some suggestive lines but can be read as gen or they're fucking

[stuntgod]

peace of mind.

in my experiences, there are different reasons why people do not allow themselves to enjoy the present moment of life. they give themselves reason after reason, and these reasons come from a fearful or anxiety-ridden source often connected to the negativity of the ego. if you are anything like me, protecting your peace is not as easy as it seems because human beings give one another high and often unrealistic expectations that we project upon each other, making us draw one narrative that perceives life as the struggle. these are the "half-empty" cup community with poor, scarce energy, and they count their losses more than their blessings. we have all been here, but i don't believe any of us want to stay there because of how low-vibrational, insecure, and unhealthy it is there. sometimes individuals are carrying energetic weight of the past and the future, concepts we make up in our mind to channel what happened or what we are working towards making happen, instead of living in the now. we find and make up excuses for why we can not live in the now.

i grew up in a family that made me feel excluded because i could not meet their expectations and whatever i did choose to do was always met with doubt or straight up opposition, which is frustrating having to grow up around so many adults who only cause you stress and bring you more problems than solutions, so i had to learn quickly to stop taking it personal because they do not understand that i know how i want to live my life and it is not under the same survival mode or poor mentality they grew up with. to prevent carrying resentment for anyone who tried to create obstacles or challenges in my life(which i realized they cause for no other reason than to watch you struggle in order to keep validating that their choice of a difficult lifestyle is sustainable), i focused more on the individuals who supported me and gave me more energy than trying to deplete it or drain me of it. i believe this occurs when others do not want to struggle alone, so they try to manipulate your optimism back into their perspective, but if it is coming from a place of negativity or lack then use your spiritual strength to set healthy boundaries for yourself that creates a strong and reliable foundation of peace, love, and happiness.

john paul dejoria is the first successful human being i will be discussing because he is fortunate enough to be in a position where he can share with society his personal advice on how to remain a healthy, wealthy, and thriving billionaire even though he himself faced a situation that nearly felt like everything was being taken from him. and still, he thrived and carried on to be one of the most influential journeys to be shared in this modern day and age, so his rags to riches story is something that can be universally relatable to all of us that feel more like victims of life's circumstances than having the strength of self-accountability and integrity to say - wait a minute, this is all happening to me because i am allowing it? why am i accepting this energy? why do i not use my alchemy to create positive, wealthy, and healing energy?

being twenty four years young is a blessing but to have a large percentage of society not take you seriously and accuse you of not taking responsibility because you are refusing to let them psychologically condition you into living life their way instead of your way, it can be energetically taxing and in my case, difficult to get away from. i had to continue to validate myself and point out that adults, no matter the age, are no exception to the rules. they do not get special authority or superiority over any of us. if you are not receiving the energy you want, it is because you are not being the person you want, and i know a lot of stubborn individuals who continue to repeat the same toxic and dead-end habits until life forces them to transcend their ego. their ego is attaching itself to an identity they create for themselves but it begins to make them compare their situation with someone else's, and that is one root cause of why many suffer. how can you ever feel happy and wholesome with oneself when you are concerned with the business of another?

when it comes to writing, art, or anything i choose to do now, i seek of inserting the best of me into it. that is to say, i have wounds myself but i am understanding that i have the power and knowledge to change my situation whenever. yes, even right now as i write this at 3:43 AM, i have access to the eternal energy source because i have opened myself up to it for a change.

i studied through a lot of other mediums, experienced many podcasts from the infamous and extraordinary mind of alan watts, practiced philosophies from special influences such as rick rubin, and i am more confident in what i have to offer in my lifetime. there are still people in my environment who want to hold me back because they do not believe i deserve to live peacefully and stress-free due to their personal opinion, but that will only affect them. i learned to move on with my life for the best and keep on living.

i truly feel like i appreciate the choice of being both peaceful and grateful because my spirit was drowning in an environment of self-victimization, playing the martyr, emotional chaos, and negative, greedy relationships with money where there was less abundance in the state of minds of the people around me.

i am sure people in my past still associate me as the same individual of my past but i have already put in too much work and self-help to hold myself back or get in my own way anymore. i do know i need to practice what i preach by not giving anyone the power anymore to do that to me. i remove myself from anyone mentally ill enough to hold onto karma, grudges, and revenge, all self-destructive qualities to carry and will only wear and tear on the person with sick intentions. you only have the ability, ultimately, of healing or hurting yourself, which is what i hope anyone reading this understands. there is nothing beneficial about getting back or even at someone. in a way, you are already setting yourself up for failure. you can not be expending negative energy upon others and expect a positive outcome, so instead, change your reaction from wishing to inflict harm against someone else and transmute it into self-improvement instead.

do something good for your mind, body, and soul. speaking on my own behalf, there are still people in my life who feel entitled to my energy. as if i owe them, but the energy is always reciprocal because if it is hurting my progress more than helping it, i will simply keep going, move on without forcing myself to.

'it is not what you do. it is how you do it." doelow da pilotman shared this great wisdom on his youtube channel and ever since i found this out, i create my intention because i give myself full responsibility to now.

i accept full responsibility for myself and do not wish to blame anyone else for my present circumstance. i am the creator of my own life, and i set the intentions of being the highest, most favorable version of myself. i did not appreciate my bad habit of blaming others and realized it was a habit i was influenced by due to my environment.

i need a mentor who is going to teach me how to take full accountability. the goal is not to overcome life's problems, but to learn through experience how you can choose to act next time with acute self-awareness.

you set yourself free once you finally realize you have enough. my ultimate goal is learning how to just be, which is pretty easy in itself.

"one gains in losing and loses by gaining." ah, truly a paradox from what we are commonly taught. this is correlated to the belief of monks that less is more.

tao te ching by wayne dyer is a marvelous thought process that i will share with as many lives that it can touch, my wish being to nudge others in a direction that will serve them the best and transform their life for the greater good. after deliberately listening to the tao te ching, there were new ideas shared that changed how i used to perceive life to be versus how it really is. i have always found life to be beautiful but should have sought out more people who are as like-minded as me and interested in what i provide and share, learning not to force it upon others. i discover my self-worth this way and practice self-discipline, curating my own so that i can keep track of my own limits.

my first goal is to improve my mental, physical, and emotional health, but to not put too many of my eggs in just one basket, i target what is most simplistic on this list to change, and that is physical body because i know i am in control of my actions.

it is so easy to elaborate on what makes life so amazing yet take things for granted. please don't take anything for granted.

i feel as though curses subconsciously stuck themselves against me.

"the surest way of losing your soul is believing in a god outside yourself." carl jung, swiss psychiatrist and psychoanalyst, has once stated before. there is spiritual truth in that, but to know true spirituality is to experience your own spiritual awakening which can only happen after shadow work.

shadow work is deep diving by entering your dark side. i assume this the hidden, the unknown, and being able to conquer it anyway. we all have our own darkness that we fight against. it feels like i am out of control sometimes that although i want to keep going, i go by any means necessary as to not startle you, or anyone. i exist in the mind, a mere thought. simple enough, right?

i wish i could explain that i'm just chill on doing nothing to bring out a disturbance in me. writing is a good outlet and though sometimes it feels like i am drowning and losing in life, it is up to me to transcend that kind of mentality.

nobody listens to what i have to say most of the time, because there are many relationships in my past life that i hope to improve of that i have managed to ruin. i have to face myself, you know. before i die i have to know myself and go deeper into my mind. i don't take a lot of interest in others, but not in a willingly ignorant way where i discard the other person's existence entirely. the more i learn about my personal astrological birth chart, the more i became inclined to discovering the hidden layers of myself. that seems to be my biggest struggle in life. to be honest, i don't know myself majority of the time and this may due to a lot of factors about myself that i need to learn to work with instead of against.

there is much warmth in this library that i enjoy very much, though i am not too good at simply sitting down to read another book without it feeling forced.

fucking shit, man.

but hey, i got up earlier today and at least i tried to improve. i think everything went downhill when i decided to smoke more weed but it brings me so much comfort to. it beats scrolling mindlessly through the phone every god damn day instead of experiencing life, less bad habits and more good habits.

i have gotten so much better with my time management. you know, my writing is a source of escape and is a wonder to me but i want to get better at making the things i don't even realize i'm doing a realization.

my stomach rumbles with hunger. i don't have a lot of money on me, and by that i mean i only have five dollars on me and am counting on my cousin to pay me twenty-five for the art piece she wanted.

i truly want to give it to her for free. she is so patient, loyal, and giving that if i did not need the money now i would not have charged her for it. i wish i was wealthy-minded enough but for me, there is an insecurity around never having enough money or feeling poor around individuals who flaunt their wealth and the things they own. if i were in their shoes i would be proud of the nice things i have if i were them too, so i could not possibly argue with anyone on this.

but here i go when i mean what i say and transcend back into the infinite possibilities where much awaits for me. it is hard to say but i need to know i'm alright. why does that have to be so hard for me? why am i the outlet for others again? i wish i could be like john paul dejoria and be genuinely good with people, but still...i struggle.

i need this to help as many people as i intend to. hell. what is hell? it is somewhere people send themselves, right? i did not mean to talk about a topic i knew nothing about. well, i never want to do that. why is this really something we have to struggle through?

i'm sure of one thing; i do not plan on struggling. just go back home and lay low and in your element.

i don't like the invasion of the mind, the penetration of my imagination that is only mine. sometimes i can not help it, the defense mechanisms. they are still subconscious, so maybe i have many underlying fears to work through, but i promise to get you back on track and ignore my enviornment just enough until i find my safe space again, which lives inside of me. yahoo.

there is a tendency to want to escape here because of how insufferable it can be.

[cuddlesslut]

Part FOUR : Chance Encounters

Atsumu x fem reader, Suna x fem reader, Hinata x fem reader

Tags: slight NSFW, Heavy Angst.

A/N: so this will NOT be the last chapter there will be more. Just like there are more choices now lol, don’t be shy to tell me who you route for. Also let me know if y’all want more NSFW I’m chill with writing it . ALSO slight canon divergence the timing on when Hinata comes back from Brazil is different, obviously in the Manga he’s only gone for two years. In this story it is longer. Hinata isn’t on MSBY yet. Also we are only caught up on 5 months since the dreaded birthday.

Part Three: Memories

Part Five: Friends

You spent your birthday in some hotel room. Sitting on the plush bed still in your dress not bothering to change your curl in to a fetal position as sobs raked through you. Your whole world crashed down on you everything you knew was a lie. Your phone lit up with one last birthday message from some distant relative. You see the time it’s now one in the morning you’ve been laying here for hours you can’t understand how you have any liquid in your body left to cry but still tears trail down your cheeks as you look at your lock screen. It’s a photo from three Christmas’s ago. Atsumu held you close from behind as you pose in front of a festive Christmas tree. Your eyes are shut tight from laughter as the setter places a kiss to your cheek bone, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. This was your favorite photo of the two of you, it always showed the realness in this candid shot. You remember laughing so hard from some cheesy joke he had just whispered in your ear. Your heart twists at the photo, a moment of anger slices through you. Was any of it real? You fling your phone at the wall effectively shattering the screen. You scream into the pillow. You wish you could feel numb to all of the emotions. But no ones that lucky. You aren’t sure when you feel asleep but you wake to find the remnants of tears stuck to your face. You move to the bathroom. You look like death. Your face is pale and eyes swollen and red. Your body aches from the fitful sleep you had. You grab a quick shower before putting on your comfiest pajamas and lay back down. All the energy is drained you look for your phone before remembering your fit of rage last night groan. You switch on the TV for some form of distraction but the gods must really hate you as it opens to a sports channel and you see him in all of his intensity standing on the volleyball court. Part of your brain pleads to change the channel but you must be a masochist as you watch him in all his usual glory. He commands the stadium as he goes up to serve. He looks perfectly fine like you hadn’t just walked out of his life. Like he hadn’t just ripped your world to shreds. You're finally turning the television off sitting in the silence thinking of the memories of your home. You ordered some takeout trying to settle the ache in your stomach. The food tasted bland, everything has lost its edge. The bed offers no comfort. The sunlight offers no warmth. It’s not long before you fall into another depression nap.

Waking up late in the evening you can’t stop your mind from making a stupid decision. But you miss him. You just want to see him. That’s how you end up outside of the door that leads to the home you shared with him. Trying to work up the courage to enter. His car was in his usual spot so you know he's here. A bitter thought run through you at the thought that while you were here he couldn’t be bothered to be home before two am at the earliest, yet the first night gone and here he is at home at ten o’clock. Silently you open the door. It was a mistake. You don’t make it even completely through the threshold before you hear the obnoxious moan and grunts, the sound of skin slapping. It makes you sick “OH Miya-San!” You hear some woman bellow out. You feel nauseous. You hurry out the door trying you best not to cause any noise to interrupt the activities in the house. You bend over you feel as though you’ll throw up right there on the spot. After calming yourself you make a way to a convenience store picking up a bottle of wine before heading back to you hotel room. There’s no way you’ll make it through the night sober.

The next morning you clean your self up before heading to the bank and clear out your joint account. Normally you’d feel bad taking the money but this cash was saved for your wedding and that would never happen now. You stopped by the phone store getting your own account not wanting anymore strings attached to the player. You spend the rest of your morning looking for a small affordable apartment. Luckily you were able to find one with in distance of your school and a reasonable price. It’s now the afternoon and you have to rush not wanting to be late for your class. Although it probably wouldn’t have made a difference if you had missed today, you barely pay attention. You find yourself back with the hotel walls.

You feel completely and utterly alone. You want nothing more to call your best friend or stop by Samu’s shop and cry on his shoulder while you eat some comfort food. But there is hesitation Suna was Atsumu's friend before he was yours, and you'll probably break down in tears just looking at Osamu he was his damn twin for heavens sake. What were you to them you wonder. You only got close to them because of the setter. Part of you wanted to believe that they cared about you and all of those friendships would still be there but you couldn’t. How could they want you around. You really question your place in their lives. It’s hard to trust in anything you had also believed Atsumu loved you and would never hurt you, yet that much was proven untrue. It's hard to trust in anything you feel or know. Another reason is your afraid of all of the memories you shared with them Atsumu ever present in those moments. You don’t want to think about him any more. You don’t want any remnants of that man In your life. While you want to believe Suna would be there for you, that he’d choose you. It was not a risk you were ready to take. You don’t think you could survive another heartbreak. It’s better to leave things as is, to cherish the good memories and not risk tainting them with pain.

It’s been two months since your birthday. You’ve moved into a quaint apartment. You got a job working at a little cafe to pay for rent. Between work and studying for your degree you try to keep yourself busy. It’s hard being on your own. You try to distract yourself with the things that brought you joy. Some days are better than others but all in all everything still hurts. Graduation is only a couple of months away so at least there’s something to look forward too. There are moments that come quite often that you miss your friends but you can’t bring yourself to reach out still untrusting. You look back sometimes and wonder where the lies stopped. You avoid everything that has to do his Atsumu Miya. Even the sight of a simple volleyball brings distress.

Three and half months later the cosmos played another prank on you. It was just another Friday afternoon and you were working in the cafe. You had just helped a young beautiful woman at the counter. She seemed so familiar but you couldn’t quit place it. You could see a puzzled look on her face. Then it hit you. You knew exactly who this woman was. She was the one with your ex fiancé at the restaurant that fateful night. The realization must have struck her too. Her eyes grew wide with worry. Although you weren’t expecting what she did next.

“I AM SO SORRY,” she basically yelling as she bows in front of you. “ I’m so sorry for the part I played in your pain.” She continues. You can tell she is really distressed. You coworkers and a few costumers look at the spectacle. Hating all of the attention now directed toward the both, you beg her to please stand.

“I need you to understand I had no idea, I would never have gone for a taken man.”

You sighed and sent a look to your coworker that you were going to take a quick break. “Would you like a cup of coffee,” you ask her. You never thought That you’d be sitting having coffee with the mistress of the only man you ever loved yet here you are. There’s an awkward silence for a moment. You don’t rush things you can see she’s also having a hard time trying to figure out where to start. You take a sip of your coffee as she finally speaks.

“My names Yuki,” she states.

“YN ,” you offer back.

“Well, umm YN I just want to say I am so sorry for wh-” you cut her off holding up your hand.

“You said you didn’t know, correct?” You send a glance at her raising your eyebrow. She nods.

“Are you still with him?” She sits up straight.

“Absolutely not,” she states with conviction “after you left I asked him what just happed and he explained who you were and I left.. well not with out dumping my drink in face" she gave a little giggle.

“Ha! Oh I wish I could have seen that,” you laughed picturing him drenched in the restaurant. “In that case you have nothing to apologize for, you are a victim of Atsumu’s selfishness as well. I’m sorry he put you through that.” She gave a sad smile you could see she was hurt too. The two of you spent a few more moments in each other’s comfort discussing the facts of his affair. It hurts to know that he had a legitimate relationship with Yuki but a part of you was glad to know. It was a small piece of closure to know how deep his transgressions ran, knowing it wasn’t just sex hurt even more. But it furthered your stance that he didn’t love you and if he had at one point the love had faded on his part some time ago. You spent the rest of your shift plagued with thoughts of you past.

After your shift you went home to change before heading out to your local bar. In your time alone you had taken solace in drinking with strangers. After dressing in an appealing yet comfortable outfit you headed out. You wanted to feel comfy and relaxed but that didn’t stop you from wanting to look nice. In your past visits it wasn’t uncommon for men to try and talk you up and while you did indulge in the compliments none had succeeded in getting you to return home with them. There had yet to be a guy who fully kept your attention away from your former lover.

You found your favorite spot at the bar, just far enough from the blaring music and smokers. You smiled at the bartender before ordering your usual. You sat there letting the liquor relax you as you listened to what music the DJ was playing tonight. Normally you stick to just drinks but after the day you had you need something to take the edge off. After downing a shot of tequila you notice a presence next to you.

“Is this seat taken,” the man smiled at you. You had never seen him here before and you know damn well you would have noticed him before. Although he wasn’t a giant like most of the men you knew in your life, he wasn’t excessively short either you could tell he’d still stand taller than you. You couldn’t lie the man was extremely defined and muscular, you swear his tanned thighs that you saw peeking from under his khaki shorts were bigger than your face. His skin was tanned you can tell from pleanty of time in the sun. He had strong jaw line but his most prominent feature was this bright mop of orange hair he tried to hide under a ball cap. He had a bright smile that reached his alluring brown eyes. It was safe to say he was very handsome. He tilts his head to the side a little smirk reaching his lips. It then you realized you had never responded and just been sitting here gawking.

“Um no it’s not uhh go ahead,” you stammered out feeling a blush creep on to your cheeks at your response. What is this feeling why are you acting like a school girl.

He takes the seat next to you ordering a beer then turning to you reaching out his hand. “ Shoyo Hinata,” he states.

You accept his hand giving it a light shake. “ YN LN,” you responded. “ I’ve never seen you here before Hinata-San,” you prod wanting to know about the stranger.

“Just Shoyo is fine,”he gives you another dazzling smile. “I actually just moved back to Japan,” he states “this is my first time at this bar , but with customers as beautiful as you I’ll definitely have to come more often.” Ohh hes smooth you think. You let out a light chuckle at his compliment although it’s fairly simple compared to some of lines you’ve heard it definitely has the desired affect on you.

“Well then Shoyo where are you traveling from?” Question not wanting the convo to stop.

“I just got back from Brazil,” he mused that signature smile never far from his face.

“Wow Brazil! That’s so far was it hard to be so far from home?”you questioned.

The conversation with Hinata flowed effortlessly. Pleanty of laughes shared as he told you countless stories of his time in South America. Being in conversation with him is like talking to the sun it’s so bright and happy. He does eventually mention playing beach volleyball and for a moment you mind thinks of your ex but it then you realized it was the first time since Sho made his appearance that you had thought of the setter. It felt nice to finally have your mind clearing from the twin. As of recent at any mention of volleyball you would have ended the convo making an excuse to leave, yet you didn’t want to, plus beach volleyball is completely different than regular volleyball you reason.

Time passes by as well do several drinks. You are by no means drunk just a little tipsy. Over the course of your talking the space between Hinata started to narrow. Right now you were so close you could smell his cologne and the slight minty scent of his breath. His hand caressed your elbow. Your breath hitched when he finally leaned in “do wanna get out of here?,” you can see his iris’s darken ever so slightly. “We can go back to my place,” he continued.

Several thoughts ran threw your mind in that moment. One, you were nervous, you hadnt been with anyone other than Atsumu. Two, you were sure you weren’t ready for a relationship but it was just sex it’s not like he’s asking on a romantic vacation. And three you wanted nothing more than to feel his lips against yours. “Absolutely.”

That’s how you got to where you are now. You barely made it through the threshold before Hinata had you pinned to the door. You were locked in a searing kiss. It was like he was stealing the air from your lungs. His hands roamed your figure before slipping under your blouse. “You are absolutely gorgeous,” he breaths before pressing a kiss under your jaw trailing down you neck. You place you hands on his shoulders trying to ground yourself. You let out a loud moan as he gives a bite to your shoulder while grabbing a hand full of you breast. He smiled into you neck with pleasure from the sounds you made. The two of you stumbled a bit as you started making your way to his room shedding clothes left and right. The door closed to the bedroom and you were ready for a mindblowing night.

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Word Count:  1,500ish

Summary: The final battle begins. (Look who actually updated, lol.)

Notes: You must read Out Of Time in order to understand this. The chapter numbers continue from Out Of Time.

Y/N coughed as she began to come to. There was smoke, and dust, in the air. Sitting up, she saw what was left over of the compound. Virtually nothing. Just rubble, debris, jetted out metal She looked around, almost instantly noticing Steve’s shield off to the side. Y/N stumbled in the Iron Man suit as she got up and went to the shield. She took and and looked around for her brother. 

“Steve,” she gasped when she saw him not far off. She hurried to him and knelt down beside him. “Come on, Stevie,” she shook him gently. “Wake up.” He let out a groan, eyes blinking. “There we go.” Y/N held up his shield. “Please don’t lose this again.”

“What happened?” Steve asked, looking around as he sat up and took his shield.

“When you mess with time, it tends to mess back. You’ll see.”

Y/N helped Steve to his feet. Together they walked through the rubble until they found an opening. There they spotted Thor, looking at something out in the rest of the destruction. Following Thor’s line of sight, they found Thanos sitting with a weapon on a rock.

“What’s he been doing?” Y/N asked, coming to the left side of Thor and Steve went right.

“Absolutely nothing,” Thor responded.

“Where are the Stones?” Steve asked.

“Somewhere under all this,” Y/N replied, motioning around. “All I know is he doesn’t have them, but they aren’t too far. I can feel them.”

“So we keep it that way.”

“You know it’s a trap, right?” Thor said.

“Yeah,” Y/N answered. “And I don’t much care.”

“Good. Just as long as we are all in agreement.” Thunder cracked as Thor stretched out both hands, summoning Stormbreaker and Mjolnir (which he had brought back from 2013). His casual clothes transformed into an armor and cape, with his beard becoming braided. “Let’s kill him properly this time.”

The three of them walked down the rubble they were on and towards Thanos. Y/N was searching out the Stones, trying to gather the strength. But she wasn’t stupid. She knew it would take a lot of energy for her to fight off Thanos with the power of the Stones and she needed to save it for the perfect moment. Y/N was currently grateful for the suit that she had around her, and for FRIDAY’s ability to sense what she needed.

“You could not live with your own failure. And where did that bring you? Back to me,” Thanos stated, as the three slowly moved to surround him. “I thought by eliminating half of life, the other half would thrive. But you’ve shown me that’s impossible. And as long as there are those that remember what was, there will always be those that are unable to accept what can be. They will resist.”

“Yep,” Y/N said. “We’re all kinds of stubborn.”

“I'm thankful. Because now, I know what I must do.” Thanos stood. “I will shred this universe down to its last atom.” He placed his helmet on his head. "And then– With the stones you've collected for me, create a new one. Teeming with life, but knows not what it has lost but only what it has been given.” Thor began crackling with lightning. “A grateful universe.”

“Born out of blood,” Steve responded.

“They'll never know it. Because you won't be alive to tell them.”

Then the fighting began. Not wanting to waste her energy by using her abilities just yet, Y/N relied heavily on Tony’s suit. Thankfully, FRIDAY basically took control because she had no idea how to use it. The three heroes were working together, battling Thanos.

“Thor!” Y/N shouted, her suit opening. “Hit me!”

Thor banged his two weapons together, sending an enormous amount of energy at her back. The suit absorbed the energy and Y/N shot it out of the chest piece and hands, aiming for the Titan. Thanos twirled his blade fast to divert the energy. Thor grabbed Stormbreaker and used it to bat Mjolnir to his Thanos. Thanos quickly grabbed Y/N before she could attack and used her as a shield, resulting in damage to the suit. She was tossed away, her head bouncing around in the helmet as she slide to a stop.

“Y/N, wake up!” FRIDAY urged when the AI noticed that Y/N had passed out.

“Y/N!” Steve exclaimed. 

When his sister didn’t immediately answer, Steve growled and went after Thanos. Steve tried to attack Thanos but was easily shielded away. Thor’s attack was quickly blocked by Thanos’ sword. Thanos grabbed onto Thor and lifts him up by the neck, choking him, before slamming him down and punching him. Mjolnir is flicked away as Thanos relentlessly beats up Thor, throwing him into a tree and socking him before throwing Thor over rubble and socking him again. Thor tried to grab Stormbreaker but Thanos grabbed it and used it against Thor. 

Form not too far off, Mjolnir began to float off the ground. Thanos was digging Stormbreaker into Thor, when suddenly Mjolnir flies into Thanos. It zoomed past, stopped, and then flew back the way it came. Both Thanos and Thor looked back in amazement as Steve wields the hammer.

“I knew it!” Thor said.

Frustrated, Thanos kicked Thor to the ground. Steve charged at the Titan, swinging Mjolnir, and hitting him in the face, knocking him down. Steve threw his shield and Thanos deflected. Steve threw Mjolnir to his shield, creating a shockwave and knocking Thanos off his feet. 

Steve then threw his shield at Thanos, quickly hitting it back at the Titan again with Mjolnir. He lined his arm up with Thanos to channel lightning his way. 

Thanos eventually got the upper hand, removing his helmet. He stabbed Steve’s leg and knocked Mjolnir out of the Captain’s hand. Thanos proceeded to destroy Steve’s shield with his double-bladed Soward and threw him across the battlefield. Steve staggeredly tried to get up.

“In all my years of conquest, violence, slaughter,” Thanos said, “it was never personal. But I’ll tell you now, what I’m about to do to your stubborn, annoying little planet—I’m gonna enjoy it. Very, very much.”

The entirety of Thanos’ army was then summoned to the ground. Upon seeing the army descending onto Earth, Steve slowly got back to his feet. With a fierce determination, he tightened his broken shield to his arm and stood against the army. Alone. Suddenly, a crackling came in on his comm.

“Hey, Cap, you read me?” 

Steve stopped and looked around.

“Cap, it’s Sam. Can you hear me?”

A portal began to form behind the Captain.

“On your left.”

Steve looked behind to see the portal on his left side. Three figures stepped through; Okoye, Shuri, and T’Challa, all ready to fight. Sam then zoomed in from above. As he did, dozens of more portals opened up all around the battlefield. Through one of the portals, Doctor Strange appeared, joined by Drax, Mantis, Star Lord, and Spider-Man. Everyone on the battlefield watched in confusion and awe as more and more heroes arrive through the portals from all the corners of the universe. 

Y/N came to, her helmet disappearing as she sat up. Giant-Man (Scott) appeared out of the rubble with Rhodey, Bruce, and Rocket. Every one was lining up behind the Captain, all the teams and armies that Strange and the other sorcerers brought in to help. Y/N could feel the cry of happiness that wanted to be let leashed as she looked around. Suddenly, something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Bucky was rushing towards her, a big gun in hand.

“Doll!” He exclaimed. “Y/N!” He stumbled to a stop in front of her, quickly pulled her up and checking for injuries. “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? What are you doing in Stark’s suit?”

“Bucky,” Y/N breathed out, not really believing her eyes. Her armored hand shook as she reached up to brush some hair behind his ear. Her hand rested on his check. 

“Hey, doll,” Bucky smiled softly, putting his own hand on her cheek.

“I missed you, so much. And… we need to talk. But—“

“After.” Bucky nodded.

Y/N nodded as well. “After.”

Bucky pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Stay safe.”

“You need to stay safe to, okay?”

“Of course.”

They took gave each other one last look before Y/N’s formed covered her face again and they joined the others.

“AVENGERS!” Steve shouted, everyone gearing up as he summoned Mjolnir. “Assemble.”

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Courage My Love// Semi Eita

Pairing: Semi Eita x Reader

Summary: You like Semi and come up with a plan to confess to him, unfortunately it takes a turn. You meet again a couple years later by chance.

Chapter Four: Disappear

Warning: suggestive nsfw. Nothing explicit at all. STORY TAKES PLACE AFTER HIGH SCHOOL MEANING THEY ARE NO LONGER MINORS.

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“Does he sing to all your music while you dance to "Purple Rain"? Does he do all these things, like I used to?”

“Eita! Stop! You’re making us depressed with all the sad songs you’ve been writing!” Ranmaru told the lead vocalist.

Semi put his palm over the strings of the acoustic guitar so they’d stop ringing and let his body relax against the cold wall behind him. “Sorry, can’t help it,” he mumbled.

Semi never got his chance to talk to you after graduation. He did notice that you only blocked his number and not his social medias but that was all he needed to know that you didn’t want to talk to him. He didn’t want to send you a direct message, solely because he was scared you’d end up blocking him on whatever platform he used. The last thing he wanted was to be completely out of your life. Even though he isn’t directly in your life, he still wants to support you from the side lines. Funny how things used to be the other way around.

“Guys, we should make him a tinder,” Subaru spoke.

“What? No! I don’t want one! I’m not ready,” Semi huffed.

“Eita, it’s been like three years. You’re twenty one now. I’m sorry but we’re tired of seeing you like this all the time. We can’t relate to what you’re going through but we can empathize with you. We can imagine how much pain you’re in and we want to help you,” Jiro argued.

“I’ve gone on a couple dates already and they were all bad. What’s talking to even more strangers gonna do?”

“Show you that there’s other people out there. I know you’ve seen me in an out of relationships a lot but I don’t regret a single one. They’ve each taught me something. Also I’m gonna be very blunt, you can’t miss what you never had. You’ve got to let go dude,” Ranmaru added.

“But I-“

“No Eita, you didn’t have them. You were only friends. Just give a chance? Please,” Subaru finished.

Semi took a look around the room before nodding his head yes. He could guess that his band mates were probably tired of dealing with him. They’re in college now trying to finish their education to have a back up plan since they still haven’t taken off yet but at the end of the day he knew the band comes first. It always has but the band is only as fun as you make it to be. They could play their instruments all they want but they have to play them in a way that fits the mood of the song and since Semi has been struggling with writing more upbeat catchy tunes, the sad boy crap gets repetitive. The others had to accommodate to him because of how much trouble he was having.

“I’ll download it now.”

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“Y/n! Smile!” Tendou yelled before snapping a picture of you with his phone.

“Tendou, stop!” You laughed while reaching for his phone. He raised his arms to increase the distance and joined with you in your laughter.

“I’m sorry but you’re just so cute.”

You and him were currently walking back to your place from a date. After graduation, Tendou continued school and you moved into a small house with your band mates to make your living situation easier for all of you. You guys have gone on tours and such but you still haven’t had your big break through.

When you got to your home you invited Tendou inside and since no one else was home you didn’t have to greet them all before going into your room. “Whatcha wanna watch?” You asked him as you sat in your bed while flipping through channels.

“I’m down for anything,” he responded, getting into bed with you and attempting to lay on you. Picking a random show, you set the remote down before relaxing and combing your fingers through his hair which was now quiet long and down, different from how he had it in high school.

You two stayed in that position for a couple minutes while your mind started to wander off. Three years since you and the girls, two for Haruka, graduated and chose not to continue with school because the label seemed promising. Your band is currently working on an album after having multiple demos made and working part time jobs to have a more stable source of income. But also three years you spent with Tendou as your lover. And all of that was going to end soon because he was moving across the world for his career.

Three years is a lot of time to spend with someone romantically, especially when you’ve known them for longer. It’s not something you can just up and forget but unfortunately the both of you will have to move on. Tendou was still laying on you peacefully until he left a wet droplet on his face. Immediately he looked up and saw you with your eyes closed in at attempt to stop your tears. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he spoke softly, reaching a hand out to cup your face. You opened your eyes to look at him and gave him a sad smile that he returned. “Even when you cry, you’re beautiful, my paradise.”

Words of comfort was something Tendou never lacked. There was never a single time you’d consider him a bad boyfriend. And you were grateful to have him in your life. “I’m sorry,” you apologized for crying.

“It’s alright,” he laughed before sitting up to kiss you. This was your last day together before he left. Knowing that, you both gradually intensified the kiss that lead to more kisses. Kisses that lead to wandering hands. Wandering hands leading to the action that you both know would be the last time you were intimate together before Tendou left to his home to grab his luggage before heading off to the airport, to take a flight to France.

Once all the aftercare was done you slept in his arms for a good two hours until he woke up from the alarm he set on his phone. He knew better than to leave without saying a word so he woke you up too. “Paradise, wake up. I gotta go.” You unwillingly opened your eyes and rubbed them before focusing on him, his form already up and out of the bed. “I’ll miss you,” he started when he stood at your door, “thank you for giving me a chance.”

You looked at him with glossy eyes as he looked at you with his. Getting up from your bed you managed to make your way towards him to give him a kiss, your guy’s final kiss. Your relationship was now mutually over.

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“I had so much fun on our date, Semi! You really are a great guy!”

“Thanks, I try,” Semi laughed as he lead the girl he was seeing to his dorm. Semi has been seeing this girl from his government course for about a month now and things seem to be going pretty well so far.

When they got to his dorm, she noticed his guitar and a couple of papers that had scribbles on them. “Oh? You play guitar? And you write music?” She asked innocently.

“Yeah I do.”

“Could you play me a song? Please?”

“Sure. I’ll even sing you one inspired by you,” Semi spoke smoothly. Being in the scene, Semi did pick up a thing or two on how to talk to girls, Subaru called it fan service.

Picking up the acoustic guitar on its stand, he gestured for her to take a seat on his bed while he sat down in a chair across from her. With the pick he retrieved from his pocket he proceeded to pluck each string to make sure it was tuned before playing a couple chords to make sure they sounded good as well. He looked up at her and took note of the smile on her face before looking back down at the guitar and playing a song he had finished writing about her two days ago. When he had finished, he looked up and was greeted with a frown. “What’s wrong?” he asked immediately setting the guitar down and walking towards her to cup her face. “Did you not like the song?”

“Semi, don’t touch me! Who is that song about?” she asked him, standing up so they were more level.

“It’s about you, babe-“

“Don’t call me babe either! Semi, we’re done!”

“What? Why?”

“What do you mean why? There’s clearly someone else! There’s no way that song is about me! My eyes aren’t that color and neither is my hair! I sound nothing like the girl in the song that you claim to love!”

“Let me explain-“

“There’s nothing to explain, Semi! Good night. We’re done,” she finished before walking out and slamming Semi’s door in the process. Burying his face into his pillow, Semi let out a grunt, not realizing his roommate had come in.

“I stopped by the cafeteria after my study group. I brought you a juice,” Subaru offered when he saw the ash blonde face down.

“Not in the mood, dude.”

“Fine. No juice for you.”

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About two months after you and Tendou split up, your band’s album was released. All four of you were in awe when you first saw your first album in a store.

“It’s like.... our baby,” Haruka stated while looking through the glass.

“I know, right! Our first little baby,” Izumi added.

You and Yui were a couple feet behind them trying to contain your laughter but you had to admit you were just as amazed as them.

“C’mon! Let’s get our own copies!” Yui announced, leading the way inside. The rest of you followed and each picked up a copy ready to purchase it. “Not gonna lie, it makes me feel real fuzzy seeing our name and faces on this.”

“No kidding. We really worked hard for this, didn’t we?” You asked aloud. “Our first of many. Let’s hope Courage My Love can keep up with it.”

Walking towards the counter to pay one after the other the cashier put together that you guys were the ones on the album cover. “Is this you guys?”

“Yep! That’s us,” Izumi smiled. “It’s our first album!”

“Oh my! Congratulations! I recognize this as one of the new ones we got in last nights shipment. I’ll play it throughout the store today to listen,” the cashier told you all.

“Thank you so much, we’d really appreciate that,” you all spoke before heading towards the exit.

Walking through a park on your way to the grocery store, Izumi had a burst of energy she couldn’t help but expel. “We should take a picture!”

“But we have-“ Yui started before she was shushed by the tallest one from the group.

“Shhh- excuse me, sir? Could you take a picture of my friends and I?” she asked sweetly. The older gentleman agreed before asking Izumi how to use her phone. Once she explained to him she told the group what pose they should do. “We should hold them up and just pose with them together!” Complying with her idea, your amateur photographer took a couple pictures before handing the device back to its owner. You all thanked him and looked at the pictures he took before posting it to each of your social medias.

So excited to announce that our album is finally out! You can pick it up anywhere that sells cds or check it out on any music streaming apps. Thank you so much for your support!

-y/n<3

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“Yo, this music kinda slaps. What band is this?” Ranmaru asked Semi who currently had the aux cord.

“Courage My Love,” Semi responded which resulted in Subaru letting out a loud groan.

“The hell is your problem?” Ranmaru asked the drummer.

“That’s fucking Y/n’s band! No wonder he’s been listening to it on repeat for the past week!”

Ranmaru immediately stepped on the breaks before turning around in his seat to look at Semi. “Eita, I’m only gonna ask once, give me the aux.”

Giving a small glare to the spikey silver haired bassist, Semi spoke, “no.... I don’t wanna.”

“Eita!” Ranmaru roared before leaning his torso to grab the other’s phone.

Jiro sitting in the passengers seat with wide eyes opted to grab the other end of the aux cord and unplug it directly from the source, resulting in everyone else getting quiet at the lack of music. “No more tunes till we get to the venue.”

Even after taking away aux privileges from him, Semi was quick to find a solution and use his headphones instead. He continued listening to your band’s new album, blown away from how much you’ve changed. He regretted everything he did to you but was also inspired by the woman you’ve become.

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Motivation or Distraction?

Summary: The reader is so over researching and Sam, in an attempt to provide motivation, distracts her further. To say she welcomes the distraction would be an understatement.

Sam x Reader

1798 words

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral sex

Note: I wrote this one morning when I couldn’t sleep or get work done, but I just realized I never posted it to tumblr. It’s not my best work but I can’t say no to more Sam smut.

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Slumping back into her seat at the table, she sighed dramatically. She let her head fall back, her neck refusing to hold it upright anymore. Sam looked up from the large tome in front of him and raised his eyebrows at her.

“Everything okay over there?” he asked with a slight chuckle. “I’m worried you may have just up and died.”

“I can’t focus on this shit anymore,” she groaned, lifting her head just enough to make eye contact with the hunter across the table.

“Find anything, at least?” 

“Kinda. I mean, I found some clues as to the origin of this stupid thing, but I’m at the point where I’ve read this same paragraph six times and I still couldn’t tell you what it says,” she replied. She sat up a bit straighter and gestured at the laptop in front of her. “It seems to be some kind of pagan something or other but my eyes are rolling back into my skull every time I try to figure out its motivation for taking these people.”

Sam let out another small laugh at her dramatics as she shut her laptop and plopped her head down on her arms, covering the laptop. Sam stood up and walked around the table, stopping behind her. “Sounds like you might be struggling to find your own motivation,” he suggested, and she couldn’t quite place the tone in his voice. He put his large, strong hands on her shoulders and began lightly massaging the tension from her body.

“Keep doing that and I’d be motivated to do just about anything,” she half-joked, melting into his touch. He continued to push his strong thumbs into the tightest muscles in her neck and shoulders. 

“Is that so?” he asked, and she could hear the smirk in his voice. “But if I keep this up, you won’t be able to focus on research.”

She sat back in her seat and looked up at the gorgeous, tall man above her. He stopped massaging her neck and let his fingers slowly dance down her bare arms. Every point of contact between his skin and hers left a trail of electricity through her body. She inadvertently let out a soft sigh as the blood began to rush to between her thighs.

“Would that be a bad thing?” she asked, allowing her eyes to drift closed. Sam leaned forward, draping his body over hers, and she could feel his breath ghosting over her ear.

“That all depends on what our goal is here,” he whispered, so close to her ear that his lips brushed against her skin. She let out some sort of half-sigh, half-moan and Sam responded with a breathy laugh. She opened her eyes, and he was still right there. His body crowded hers so that she could feel the heat from him, and she knew her next move would have consequences. She and Sam had always had a certain level of sexual tension between them, but they had never really acted on it. Sure, there were the occasional light touches that lingered just a bit too long, or the way their thighs always seemed to brush against each other after a few post-hunt beers, but this was different.

She turned her head toward him and his face was so close that their lips just ever-so-slightly touched. They hadn’t yet reached the point of no return, but they were dancing on the line. Sam gave the lightest of smirks and she couldn’t hold back any longer. Twisting her body to better face him, she reached her hand up to grab the back of his head, feeling his soft, pullable hair between her fingers. She started to pull his mouth toward hers but then he was on her in an instant. 

Their lips crashed together as they plowed right through that point of no return. His tongue roughly pressed against her bottom lip and she opened up for him. As he licked into her mouth, she stood up to better get at him. Suddenly, she had her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands found her breasts. He ran his thumb across her right nipple, groaning into the kiss as he found she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipple hardened under his thumb and she arched up into his touch. With his other hand, he cupped her whole left breast, covering all of it with his long, thick fingers. He kneaded her tits in his perfect, giant hands and she pulled him even closer. 

He moved one hand to her ass and grabbed, pulling her hips into his. She could feel his arousal pressing against her core and she desperately needed more. He pressed her backward until her hips hit the table and he lifted just enough to sit her on the table top. The move allowed her to wrap her legs around Sam’s waist and she bucked against him. She was so wet that she couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Need to feel you, Sam,” she whined, snaking her hand between their bodies. The hard, throbbing evidence of his arousal pressed against the seam of his jeans and she gasped as she could feel how big he was. His hands moved to the button of her jeans, quickly opening them and thrusting his hand inside. 

“Fuck,” he groaned as he felt how truly soaked she was. “Is all this for me?” he asked, the rough pad of his finger teasing up and down her slit.

“Yes, Sam. All for you,” she moaned, making quick work of his belt to open his jeans. 

“Need these off,” Sam growled, his face pressed into her throat. His teeth grazed the skin of her collarbone and she thrust her hips up into his hand. He pulled his hand out of her pants to hook his fingers into the waistband and pull. She lifted up just enough for him to slide them under her ass, and she tore her shirt up and off as he stepped away to pull off her jeans. 

“So beautiful.” He admired her naked body as she reached for him again. She slid her fingers under his shirt, dragging her fingertips along his bare back as she lifted the shirt up toward his head. He reached up, ripped it off and tossed it away, and immediately his mouth was on hers again. She wrapped her legs back around him and pressed her soaked pussy against his cloth-covered cock. Without breaking their kiss, he shoved his boxers and jeans down his thighs, letting them pool at his ankles. He stepped out of them and pressed roughly against her.

“Fuck, Sam,” she moaned as his thick, heavy cock pressed against her slick folds. He reached down to pump his cock a few times before rubbing it up and down her absolutely soaked slit. She let out a cry, the anticipation killing her. He teased her ready entrance with his tip before pulling away all together. Her eyes flicked open and she mewled at the loss of his touch. She reached out for him, but he dropped to his knees in front of her. As he positioned himself between her thighs, she tightly gripped the edge of the table she was sat on.

“Wanna taste you,” Sam answered, his face inches from the junction between her thighs. She opened her mouth to say something in response, but all words and thoughts were cut off with a sharp gasp as he wrapped his lips around her clit. He maneuvered one of her legs so that it rested on his shoulder as he flattened his tongue and ran it through her folds. She laced her fingers through his hair and gripped so tightly that Sam let out a groan, which rumbled through her sensitive cunt. When his lips found the small bundle of nerves again, she bucked her hips up toward his face, desperately reaching for more. Understanding what she wanted, he swirled his tongue around her aching bud. 

“I’m so close,” she panted as she began to come undone under his touch. Taking that as a challenge, Sam thrust two fingers into her slick channel. His fingers rubbed against the sensitive sweet spot inside as his lips wrapped around her clit again. She cried out, her pussy convulsing around his fingers as her orgasm took hold. She threw her head back, gasping for air as Sam continued to pump his fingers into her, working her through her climax. As soon as she was in control of her body again, she tugged on his hair, pulling his face up to hers. She had wanted to feel him before, but now she needed him inside of her.

She could taste herself on his lips and he pressed against her. Her legs, which dangled off the edge of the table, wrapped around his waist once again. He rutted against her, feeling her wetness coating his cock. He reached between them again, this time wasting no time lining himself up with her soaked opening. He thrust into her, filling her completely in one movement. He swallowed her pleasured whimpers as he began to pound his hips into hers. Each time he pulled out and slammed back in, a moan escaped her lips. 

“You feel so amazing,” he purred, dropping his head down to pop a nipple into his mouth. Her hips were jerking up to meet his every move, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. She was so wet and tight that what little control he had melted away with every thrust. She pulled herself closer to him, dragging her teeth across his ear lobe.

“I wanna feel you come,” she whispered directly into his ear and he lost it. He slammed his hips into hers as he came with a roar. Feeling hot ropes of come spurt into her dragged her over the edge, as she came again with him. Her tight walls spasmed around him and they continued to slam into each other with bruising force as they rode through their climaxes together. Their movements slowed as they started to regain their breath and Sam placed a soft kiss to her lips.

“That was incredible,” he sighed, his lips still touching hers. She nodded with a grin and he pulled his softening cock out of her, grabbing his shirt to clean them both up. She laid back on the table, all energy completely gone from her body.

“If this is how you motivate me, I’ll do any and all research you ever need,” she said with a smirk as she rolled onto her side. She met his eyes and he grinned back at her.

“If you could find the energy to focus, that is,” he answered, giving her ass a light slap.

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[forever-rogue]

Ok so, from the prompt list, ‘there’s no exit wound, the bullets still in you’ and ‘you’re going to need stitches’ with mando and possibly reader being the one hurt?

So I changed this slightly since there’s mostly only blasters in the SW universe, but I think it works. Enjoy!

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“Really? Idiots!” you let out a loud drawn out hiss as you clutched at your bleeding arm. You’d just narrowly missed a blaster shot, but it had still managed to graze your upper arm, cutting through the fabric of your shirt and slicing open the skin. It had hurt like no other, but it was still nothing compared to the blaster shot you had taken on your hip.

Maybe Din was right, you thought to yourself as you peeked out behind the wall you were utilizing as cover, finding yourself left with only one guard left, maybe I should have stayed on the ship and waited for him to get back.

Deciding that nothing mattered at that point, you pulled out your blaster and shot blindly at your opponent, hoping it would somehow work. You listened intently for any cry of pain or indication that your efforts had paid off, but nothing reached your ears. Sighing, you realized you were going to have to go and face him, most likely in close proximity. Luckily, the pain from the bleeding wound in your side and arm hadn’t fully reached you yet, the adrenaline still pumping hard and fast through your veins. You felt invincible in that moment, and deciding to just channel that energy and go out and just take him down.

Mentally going over all the things the Mandalorian had taught you, you figured it would be quick work to take him out. If you were fast enough, you’d even be able to make it back to the ship in time and get cleaned up before Din was even back. Maybe he never even had to know about the little mess you’d gotten yourself into. But of course, that was wishful thinking.

“Come on you coward, face me like a man!” you shouted as you jumped out and started bolting towards him, opting for a rush attack. But you quickly stopped dead in your tracks, almost falling over as your watched the Mandalorian come up behind the man and easily blast him in the back the head, the man’s body crumpling lifelessly to the ground.

Even behind the helmet, you could tell he was furious, as he slowly turned his head to look at you, a heavy, modulated sigh escaping his lips. You held up your blaster in a showing of surrender as you slowly started to walk backwards, almost tripping over a body as he made swift strides over to you.

“Y/N,” while his deep voice was annoyed and angry, there was a soft lilt to the way your name spilled from his lips. Eventually you were backed up between two buildings, unable to go anywhere else, trapped between them as the large man stood in front of his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched you. You gave him a small smile followed by a nervous chuckle, “what the hell was that?”

“Di-Mando,” you said as you remembered not to use his real name out in public, “fancy meeting you here...”

“What the hell were you doing!?” he asked again, and while he was clearly angry, there was concern laced in his tone. Was he more upset than angry?

“I-I just...I was getting the bounty,” you explained meekly, reaching into the pockets of your pants, hissing when you accidentally brushed your wound, but fishing out the small necklace, “I got it.”

“At what cost?” he asked as he gave you the once over, pausing as he looked at the wounds on your side and arm, “you could have gotten yourself killed! This was stupid and rash, and completely against my orders-”

“Your orders?” you almost shouted back at him, taking the necklace and shoving it his hand as you started to storm past him. He didn’t waste any time in trailing after you, “we’re partners - equals! I don’t take orders from you, Mando.”

“Y/N,” he grabbed your arm, momentarily forgetting about the graze, causing you to cry out in pain at he contact. He pulled back, his eyes wide with concern under the helmet as you stopped and gave him a pathetic look, almost in tears between the pain and frustration. He held up his gloved hand and examined the blood, his stomach churning at it; it was never supposed to be your blood on his hands. Never, “Y/N-”

“Don’t,” your voice crack as you stopped him by holding up your hand. You’d just wanted to do something on your own for once, to show him that you were just as capable as he was. You wanted to prove yourself to him, you wanted to do this for him. Instead all you had done was get hurt and disappoint him. The fact that you had let him down was enough to break your heart, “let’s just go home. The baby probably needs us anyway.”

He nodded silently, following behind you softly as you led the way back to the Razor Crest. He watched as your walk became slower and more labored, the pain clearly kicking in. He could have kicked him because in his mind he had let this happen to you, he was the cause for your pain.

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You all but collapsed as you returned to your small room aboard the ship and made your way to the bed, every move required seemed like a ton of effort. Looking as best as you could at the graze on your arm, you were happy to see that at least this injury could be cured with some bacta spray. You slowly peeled off your shirt, leaving you only in your undergarment, already feeling the soreness setting into your muscles and bones. This was going to hurt for a few days, but it still wouldn’t compare to the feeling of the disappointment you thought you were experiencing from Din. Discarding the bloody shirt, you stopped for a moment and let out a shaky breath as you realized you just how bloody it was.

Standing up and walking to the mirror, you pulled down your pants over your hip and let out a small gasp when you realized just how bad it was. In the heat of the moment and your little argument afterwards you hadn’t taken the time to look at it.

“That looks pretty nasty,” the voice behind you startled you, causing you to jump back as Din watched you from the doorway. You made a small noncommittal sound as he stepped in and gingerly took your arm and looked at it, “this one will be fine. I’ll get you some spray. But this...it needs attention.”

“It’s fine,” you insisted as you felt your whole body warming up under his touch. His gloves were off and his bare fingers were on your skin, a sensation you rarely experienced. Normally it would take your breath away, but right now you were in too much pain to worry about that, “it’s my own fault, I’ll take care of it.”

“It can get infected and then you’ll be a lot worse off,” he explained, all of which you already knew, “let me take a look at it.”

“It’s fine-”

“It’s not fine!” he insisted firmly, his voice taking a rough edge. He seemed to catch himself and he sighed lightly, “Y/N, please lie down and let me look at it. It’s a deep wound and I need to make sure there’s no debris in it. You’re going to need it cauterized.”

“Okay,” you finally gave in and climbed back in the bed, lying on your face as he got down on his knees next to you. He touched around the wound, coming to the conclusion that your pants were in the way.

“I...ugh,” he started and realized what he was saying. He seemed shy suddenly, and if you weren’t your current state you would have laughed and teased him.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, reaching for the waistband of the pants and started to push them down. He grabbed your hands and stopped you, replacing yours with his own as he ever so gently rolled them down your hips and out of the way. You shivered slightly as the coolness of the room tickled your skin; you’d never been this bare in front of him before, only in your undergarments, not purposefully anyway. He’s caught glimpses of you here and there, every time taking his breath away as he’d blush like a shy boy. But now wasn’t the time for him to get caught up in his feelings for you.

“I’m going to get a few supplies,” he said quietly and you nodded, “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

“There’s nowhere I could even go,” you joked lightly, bringing a smile to your face and his, even if you couldn’t see it. You listened to him silently leave, starting the ceiling, cursing yourself for being rash. Even if you agreed with Din’s earlier words, you weren’t going to give in and admit that to him. He would never let you live it down, relentlessly teasing you as he always did. You’d never actually had seen him get angry before, not at you anyway, and you wondered what had suddenly brought it on.

“Are you still with me?” he asked gently as he returned, finding you with your eyes closed. You opened one eye and nodded slowly as he set down the supplies and returned to your side, “how’re you holding up?”

“It hurts,” you admitted, groaning lightly as he started cleaning the wound as gently as he could, “everything starting to hurt now.”

“That’s how these things usually work,” he explained as he worked on your side. You just nodded before bringing your arm up and covering your eyes as you gritted your teeth in pain. Din continued to work, eventually getting so lost in what he was doing that he didn’t even realize he had started to hum softly under his breath. It was a tune he didn’t know the name of, but he remembered it from his childhood; his mother always used to hum while he would put him to bed.

Instead of focusing on anything else, you decided to focus on that, to focus on him and how much you loved him, even if you never admitted it to him. You respected him and his creed too much to ever put him in a position to make such a choice; you or his way of life. Even if it hurt sometimes, thinking that you’d never get to call him yours, you knew it was the way. Besides, getting to be his partner was enough, he was enough for you. He was always enough.

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“Hey,” you felt a soft hand on your cheek, as you slowly opened your eyes and found Din looking at you closely. He seemed to let out a sigh of relief as he brushed your hair off of your face, “it’s all done.”

“Thank you,” you whispered back you shifted slightly and realized your side was completely bandaged up, as well as your upper arm. He’d thrown a blanket over you at some point, and you realized you’d fallen asleep, whether it was from the pain or sheer exhaustion.

“I’ll have to the change the dressings later, but everything looks good,” he said as he let his hand linger on your face, his calloused fingertips tracing over the contours of it, “you’re going to be sore, so you’ll need to take it easy. And I mean it this time, Y/N, order or not, please tell me you’ll listen.”

“I promise,” you gave him a weak smile as you slowly tried to sit up, and he swiftly came to your aid. You thanked him before trying your best at shooting him a cheeky wink “even if it means listening to you.”

“I don’t say these things to just to say them,” he said as he sat down on a chair he’d brought next to your bed, “I say them because I want to you stay safe...because I care about you.”

“I care about you too, you silly tin can,” you smirked at him as he paused, shifting awkwardly in his chair. There was something on his mind, you could tell that much almost immediately, it wasn’t hard for you to read him anymore. You reached over and touched his leg, giving his thigh a light squeeze to get attention, “what’s on your mind, Din? Credit for your thoughts?”

“I...” he paused as he watched your hand, noticing that you didn’t pull away, just leaving it there. There was a sudden lump in his throat, and he felt nervous, more nervous than he had in ages as he looked at you. Even covered in sweat and grim and some remnants of blood, you looked more lovely than he could ever describe, “when I saw that you were hurt...I didn’t even know what to do, or what to think. All I know is that I would have personally killed every single person there that had done anything to you.”

“You did technically,” you laughed weakly, trying to quiet the thumping of your heart, “I’m pretty sure the guy you took out did this to me.”

“It’s not funny,” he insisted and you realized he was being serious, “all I could feel was rage when I saw what happened to you, and then you took it so lightly. You didn’t take it seriously, but Y/N, do you know what could have happened if I hadn’t shown up when I did? Or if there were more of them?”

“I’ve learned from you-”

“But you can’t go out and take risks like that on your own,” he insisted, taking your hand in his without even thinking about it, squeezing it firmly in his own, “it’s not safe.”

“But you do it all the time,” you reminded him, trying not just to focus on how his hand felt in yours, “you don’t think I worry?”

“It’s different-”

“No, Din, no it’s not,” you stated firmly, “you’ve come back bleeding so many times, and it breaks my heart every time. If anything ever happened to you, I would not hesitate to track down and kill every single person who ever hurt you. I don’t know what I would do you without you, and I’m not ever going to have to know, if I have it my way.”

“How do you think I felt today?” were you saying what he thought you were? Was this finally a confession of feelings you’d both been suppressing for some time? He watched as you processed what he was saying, a sudden look of realization crossing your features, “why do you think I go out without you sometimes? It’s not just to watch the Child. It’s to keep you safe.”

“That’s...that’s what I was trying to do today,” you admitted, feeling a stinging at the back of your eyes. He responded silently as he laced his fingers through yours, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand, “I just...I’ve been trying to figure out how to say this for a long time and I didn’t know if I ever could. I never wanted to between you and the creed, but it’s been inside me for so long, these feelings I can just never rid myself of. I thought I was just going to keep it to myself, I never thought I’d get the chance to say it, but - “

“I’m in love with you.”

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[heavenlysageee]

Storms Like These

Chapter 3: Hydrangeas in Bloom 

fandom: BNHA/Dabi/Shinsou

pairing: Dabi x GN!Reader

word count: 1616 words

!Possible TW!: complicated grief, depression, mentions of death

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a/n: thank you so much for keeping up with the story this far! i have been a little pre-occupied with stuff at home and university but i’m doing my best to try and continue the story!

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Reader’s POV

Your hands carefully wrap the clear plastic around the wildflower bouquet and set it to the side for an order. It’s one of your favorites, it isn’t restrictive, it’s a spontaneous but pretty bouquet. The sun was almost setting, which means you’re almost free. You untie your flower shop apron and glance over at Hitoshi surrounded by purple wolfsbane, his hair was so bright it’s like he belonged there. He was spritzing it with water and mindlessly checking for their health. As if noticing your glances, he brings one particularly ill-looking camellia plant over and carefully pushes it onto the counter.

Looking at you expectantly, he gestured toward the flower and said, “Alright, do your thing and save the poor soul.” 

You gently smile and your fingers snake around the base of the potted plant allowing your quirk to regenerate the life of the plant. You feel heat in your finger tips and little sparks of green are apparent while you watch the original rouge of the flower return into its venation. Once the flower regains its former beauty, Hitoshi grabs it and says, “Imagine what you could’ve done if you were a pro-hero like me. We would’ve been partners roaming the streets and protecting its citizens just like how we told mom we would.” 

Your hands quickly slip away from the counter and you turn away toward the window. “And I tell you the same answer over and over again Toshi, it’s just not my thing. We were kids. I promised mom I would take care of the flower shop and I know she wouldn’t want me to abandon it.” The slight tension that filled the air after you mentioned your mom was palpable. The silence was so painful that it almost physically hurt. Your hands balled into fists at your side and you try to relieve the awkward tense energy filling your body by doing menial tasks like counting stock. 

“I’m sorry, for uh, mentioning mom.” You mutter before timidly glancing at your brother who hasn’t spoken a word. His face was devoid of expression while he looked at you. Crap. I really struck a nerve this time around. 

He gave a half-smile and replied, “No one told you to abandon it. Just - consider it at least one of these days. I’d like to hang out with my blood, after all, you’re all I have left of mom.” Hitoshi untied his apron and folded it onto the counter quietly. He looked you in the eyes and spoke in small sentences, “I’m uh - gonna start to head upstairs to your apartment for a bit just to clear my head. I’ll see you in a bit.”

The guilt washed over you like an icy bucket of water. When Mom passed away, Hitoshi’s grieving process was complicated. After the burial, you couldn’t get in contact with him for 3 months, he just disappeared. Always leaving unreturned voice-mails and countless calls, you couldn’t take the stress of wondering where he was. You drove 3.5 hours to his place and stormed into his apartment. 

Before you could even open the door, your body froze. Whether it was the stupid sibling “intuition” or your own fear, it took every muscle fiber in your body to turn the spare key to his apartment. You opened the door and his apartment was absolutely horrific. The stench was a mixture of old food and unwashed laundry, plates were stacked high in the sink, shattered alcohol bottles and pictures of your mom littered the floor. When you got to his room, you found him on the floor curled up in a ball releasing the most gut-wrenching cry. His room was just as equally messy with the bed sheets haphazardly thrown off the bed, laundry basket overflowing, and no light in his room whatsoever. 

You’ll never forget that moment, you didn’t know what else to do except scoop him into your arms and hold him. You’re all he has left. He wasn’t wrong. 

Shaking yourself from the memory, the door to the storefront swung open with a little ring. “Hello, welcome to The Garden, how can I help you?” Familiar purple and olive skinned hands pressed flat against the counter filling your nose with a mix of leather and cigarettes. Your eyes trace up to find Dabi leaning onto your counter holding his chin up with a confident smile plastered across his face. 

“Hello angel, how’s it been since the last time we met? Missed me?” You rolled your eyes to try and hide the little sparks that flittered along your skin into your stomach. You met his eyes and brought your face to the same level as his leaving only a few inches of space between you two. “It was just last night, I couldn’t miss you even if I tried.” 

His eyes seemed to run down your features as if he was burning every inch of your face into his mind’s eye, stopping at your lips. “Well, I sure as hell missed you gently tending to me. So I just had to come back for round two.” This man is too damn smooth - it’s almost alarming. Straightening your posture, you returned your position at the register and asked him, “What’s the real reason you came to my flower shop and not my apartment?”

He straightened at your question and began to take a look around the entire flower shop. “You said I could ask you for help with absolutely anything. So I came here to your business to ask you for a favor as a prospective business partner.” You raised your eyebrows at his suggestion but figured it wouldn’t hurt to hear him out. Crossing your arms you pivot your attention toward the burnt man in the leather jacket. “Go on.”

His lips upturned into a half smile and glanced at you from the side. “I can’t say it here though, it’s a bit of a private affair. You know, just between you and I. I can’t just let anybody hear it.” Your brows furrowed in confusion. What the hell is he talking about? What kind of favor is this? 

Before you could inquire any further, he shook his head and shoved his hands into his ripped jean pockets. “I’ll call you and we can just meet up at a joint I know. Somewhere you and I can talk comfortably.” He pulls his phone out and hands it over to you expectantly. You tilt your head to the side still clouded in slight confusion but texted yourself from his phone nevertheless. He grabs his phone back from you and his other hand slides cash across the counter toward you. 

You laughed a little, “Dabi, what is this for? You don’t need to pay me for giving you my number.” He shook his head and picked up one hydrangea, “I’ll contribute to your business in exchange for helping me. Consider this my expression of gratitude if you will. It’s a pleasure doing business with you dollface.” 

Once his lanky figure disappears from sight, you finish closing up the register and lock the store. You’re not sure what it is about him but he makes you feel valuable and pursued. Maybe it’s just your heart getting a little lonely or bored, but it’s a nice feeling to be chased by another person. You flip the light switch, do one last check that all the closing tasks are done and post a little post-it note for the opening staff to look at. 

Going up the stairs to your apartment you notice that Shinsou was standing in your kitchen drinking a bottle of water looking slightly disgruntled. You fell onto the couch and gave your legs a much needed stretch from standing the entire shift. Turning toward Hitoshi, you frown and ask, “What’s got you all mad like that for? You look more dead than usual?” 

Your question seemed to shake his mind out of whatever was bothering him and he put on the warm smile you liked. “Nah, it’s nothing. Just stressed about work, big hero things.” You shrug it off and flip through channels on the TV, “Yeah, no that sounds like something out of my specialty. All you bro.” 

He approaches you onto the couch and after a few minutes of enjoying each other’s company, he asks, “Do you keep track of all the customers in your store?” You chuckle and turn to him, “Uh, not really Toshi. There’s usually too many people to keep count of. You know, there’s weddings, funerals, and the usual couples or filial children.” Before you could continue any further he replies abruptly, “Just watch out okay? Like I told you, I’ve been assigned to a nearby area. So I don’t want you letting your guard down.” 

Giving him a comforting nudge, you smile, “You know me better than that, you know I’m not like that.” He looks down and seems to be satisfied with your answer. He stretches his legs out and leans back on the other end of the couch opposite of you. “You cool with it if I sleep over in the guest room for tonight? I’m a little too lazy to drive back right now. Plus, I have a shift patrolling here tomorrow anyways since it’s my first day with the agency I was telling you about.” You kick him in the calf with the one leg that was resting on the couch. “So that’s what you were planning all along loser?” You shook your head and continued watching the TV. Hitoshi playfully sings, “I didn’t hear a no, so I’m gonna take it as a yes.” 

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[rainofaugustsith]

Rain Plays SWTOR: Oricon

Let's do the Oricon daily area! Thank you for the request @thatmmolesbian​ !    . :) You gave me an excuse to head over there to finish the remaining combat achievements.  The Oricon daily area is one of the more difficult in the game, especially if you're approaching it below level 75. I distinctly recall dying several times when I first attempted it on my first character. I hope that doing a daily guide will help some newer players.  Caveats about Oricon:  1. Remember, if you are going in solo: you will not be able to complete the entire storyline. You will be able to do most of it, but not all. Be prepared for the fact that it will be an unresolved storyline for you.  2. The daily area quests do not unlock until you have completed the solo story arc. Thankfully, this does NOT include the Operations.  3. Oricon's map is relatively small, and if the daily area is crowded it can be hard to complete the dailies solo. You may wish to hit this planet when it's less crowded.  4. The quest objectives are mostly open world. Be prepared.  5. There are several PvP specific achievements associated with Oricon, but you don't have to touch them or encounter PvP at all if you don't wish to do so.  6. You may find it easier to use a melee companion here. For some reason, I always do.  7. There are a lot of quests with several steps at the end - clicking things, physically exiting the area. It's easy to forget them and QT out. And then you have to come all the way back, which is a pain. So remember all the steps.  Why do I want to do it? Oricon has a really interesting story, even the limited amount that solo players can experience. The environment is unlike any other planet in SWTOR. It's spooky, and it's fun to play through at least once.  You can earn reputation points for Oricon, and the reputation vendor sells some cool stuff, including a Sith decoration, the Hallowed Gothic armor and the Gurian Volcano mount. 

There are a bunch of achievements you can complete on Oricon - loremaster, exploration, rampage, and more. Oricon is also a great place to do Conquest rampage objectives, as well as work on companion kill count achievements. As you can see, they had fun naming some of the achievements. 

Caption: It’s a Dread End Job  1/20/2021 12:24:48 pm Completed all combat achievements on Oricon - Brain Dread - Dawn of the Dread - Day of the Dread - Dread Annihiliation - Dread Eradication - Dread Head - Dread Rampage - Dread Tyrant of Irocon - Night of the Dread - Ungrateful Dread End Caption How do I start?  - You can pick up the Oricon quest on your ship, but you will still need to talk to the astromech quest giver on either the Fleet or Section X. They are easier to find on Section X, since the base camps there are very small. I think one other planet has an Oricon quest giver - maybe CZ-198?  - After the initial cut scene, go to your ship and travel to Oricon on it. There will be another small cut scene before you land on the planet.  - The quest giver NPCs who will guide you through the story are very close to your landing point on Oricon. What then?  The story quests on Oricon are essentially the daily quests, albeit with a different number of objectives. I'm giving the daily quest names. But you will know them as you go through the story chain.  The bonus, macrobinoculars and seeker droid quests will not be available during the story chain. They will be available once the daily area is unlocked to you.  1. [AREA] Oricon Decimation: defeat 50 enemy NPCs. You don't pick this up at the terminal. It will be granted to you as soon as you walk into the combat area just outside the base.  Trust me, you do not have to put any special effort into this. None. You can easily defeat double this number just questing. Don't even worry about it - unless you are a stealther who is skipping most mobs, you will meet this kill count without trying.  2.  Fallen Forces In this quest you will free Republic soldiers from the escape pods scattered in the crash zone. Click the escape pod first, even while you are fighting. Let your companion handle things for a few seconds while you click. This is an open world area and if you don't act fast, another player can take the objective as you're fighting. 

3. Dread Engines Just beyond the escape pod zone, you will find these terraforming devices. Remember what I said for Fallen Forces: click them first, then fight. 

BONUS: If you are doing the daily area (not the story mission) there's a chance for a bonus quest here. After destroying the terraforming device, grab this crystal from the center. You'll need it in a second. 

After you have destroyed the correct number of terraforming devices, go to the southern tip of the map. IF you have the crystal, stop here and click this holocron. It will summon a subteroth that looks scary, but isn't particularly tricky to defeat. Make sure you loot the subteroth to gain the sample you need to finish the quest. Turn it in at the mission dropbox. Yay! Bonus quest complete!

If you do not have the crystal for the bonus quest, or you've already defeated the subteroth, go into the cave at the top of the stairs. Click the last terraforming device, fight the subteroth, click the console at the very back of the room and physically walk out of the cave.  4. The Tower's Core Close to the terraforming area, there's a small tower fortress. Go up the steps. At the top, go into the cave. Click on the holocron to be transported upstairs.  BONUS: If you are not on the story mission, these panels on the wall will be lit up. Interact with them and collect the cores. There are some both upstairs and downstairs. 

Fight your way up the ramp to the tower Be careful- some of the NPCs have knockbacks, and you can get tossed over the edge. Try to stand away from the edge if you can.  If you have picked up enough cores, go to the right at the top of the ramp for the bonus mission. After you clear this area, you can click on this panel to summon another enemy NPC to kill. Yay, second bonus mission complete!

If you're not doing the bonus, go left at the top of the ramp. Fight your way down the corridor until you reach the instanced area on the right.

You will need to click three panels in here, and there's a specific order to it. Facing the panels, when you enter the room: Click the one on the left first, the one on the right second, and the one in the back of the room last. Some droid guards will be summoned to fight; they're not difficult. 

If you are on the story quest, there will be a cut scene at this point when you interact with the holocron/panel. If you are on the daily quest, click the panel. It will summon a Sith NPC, Commander Zaoron, to defeat. He's got Sith Warrior mara skills. After defeating the NPC, remember to click the holocron to pick it up, and physically walk out of the instanced area.   When you leave the instanced area, interact with the holocron directly across from you. It can take you back down to the tower steps.  If this is your first time through Oricon, I would recommend swinging over toward the Dread Fortress and the heroic area until you've "discovered" the quick travel spot. This will make it easier for you to return when it's time to do the H4. 5. Dread Paradise From the tower steps, go north, and fight beasts, beast masters and tentacles. They'll drop yellow Bioenergy Enhancers. When you have enough, click on the purple energy cell you will find in your Mission Items tab in your inventory. This will unlock the location of the cave you need to find, at the very top of the map. 

Inside the cave, you will have to fight a Bothrium beast. This fight can be very quick if you know what to do, and interminable if you don't. The beast stays in one place and doesn't have a lot of fancy tricks, but you need to know the ones it does have: 1. When the beast channels healing, interrupt it.  2. The beast will periodically summon tentacles to take their power. Kill the tentacles ASAP. The moment they appear, focus your energy and your companion's energy on killing them.  Once the beast is dead, again, physically leave the cave.  BONUS: If you have the seeker droid, it will sense something in the area around the cave. Look for these twisted red roots that are wrapped around small obelisks. If you position your seeker droid right on them, you can pull up a root. Pull up three roots and turn them in at the mission dropbox to finish a bonus quest and get an achievement. 

6. H4: Pre-emptive strike This H4 can be done solo. If you are a stealther, this will be easy peasy. You can stealth past the mobs, get on the ships to sabotage them, stealth out again and move with ease through the heroic area. For the rest of your toons, it may be very tough. Like, tough enough that if you pull the wrong mobs at the wrong time, they can kill you even at level 75. If you are attempting this at a lower level, even more of a challenge.  Hopefully, you picked up the Dread Fortress QT point earlier. If not, if you are doing the daily areas, I believe you can use the speeder to get to the Dread Fortress medical droids. This is also where you will land if you use the activity panel to return to Oricon later.  The heroic requires you to sabotage a number of Dread ships. Run up the ramps and click on these panels. You will need to get close. Be careful when you jump down from the ship - there is a chasm underneath each launch pad. The mobs you will fight are strong, so try to pull only one at a time. 

The other objective in the heroic is to kill a number of commanders. These NPCs are all individually named gold enemies with "Dread commander" name plates. Some are Force users; some are officers. They roam through the heroic area. There are achievements for defeating each of the named commanders.  You want to get the commanders alone. Don't even think about fighting them and a mob at the same time. Doubly: don't think of fighting two commanders at once; they can wear down even strong characters very quickly. If you see one walking near a mob, the best bet is to try to wait to engage them until they're on the steps, in the corridors or away from the other NPCs.  The Commanders have varying skills, but what they have in common is a lot of stuns. Your stun breaker abilities will not cool down in time to handle all of them. So they'll pull you and your companion into long, unbreakable stuns and cause a lot of damage.  Specific caution: these two fellows walk the hallway down the stairs near the medical droid area. If one of them happens upon the other while he's fighting a player, he will jump in and help kill you. You do not want to fight these two together. If you see one, be very careful. The other can stroll in even if you don't see him at first. I personally prefer to avoid them both and look for other Commanders to fight. 

BONUS: If you have the macrobinoculars, you can pick up another mission here. Interact with this console. It will give you four towers to scan. 

The towers are on the perimeter of the Dread Fortress, so you need not wade through the heroic area to scan them. You can get two of them from the area close to the console, and get the other two standing outside along the Fortress perimeter. They are marked on thsi map - the fourth is where the player marker is. 

Now go to this box and click on it to summon the Launch Commander. Like the Commanders in the H4, he has a lot of stuns, but he's easier to defeat. All the same you want to get him on his own and not with a mob. Go bacl to the console, click it and go to the mission dropbox in the landing area to complete the mission and get an achievement. 

Once you've finished the H4, you'll head back to your base camp. For the story mission players, there will be one more cut scene here. For those of you doing the daily and weekly quests, you will find your mission dropbox here. And...you're done. Unfortunately as a solo player this is where the road ends. Hopefully in the future Bioware will consider adding some solo way to finish Oricon. Until then, enjoy the daily area. 

#rain plays swtor #oricon #solo swtor #oricon daily area

[dustofbrokenheart]

The Lost Boys: Exhale

Dwayne x Reader

Word Count: 3,384

Summary: My attempt at a sad, spooky fic featuring Dwayne, key word being attempt. I hope I was able to do him justice. Partially inspired by Stephen King’s writings. 

Ocean waves lapped at the sandy shore, coaxing you to try and open your eyes. Despite knowing you needed to get up, you struggled to keep your lids from fluttering closed again. They felt heavy, like they were caked with cement.

You cleared your throat and tried again.

When you finally managed it, you propped yourself up and took in your surroundings. The moon was full and luminous, sitting high in the sky. A few bits of shadowy cloud drifted by in tangled clusters.

Obviously, it was late into the night but you had no clue what the actual time was which made you nervous.

How long had you been passed out here?

There wasn’t anyone around you at the moment, the next closest bonfire was a small spec in the distance, but that didn’t mean it had been that you had been alone the whole time.

You checked yourself and didn’t feel any injuries, nor were your clothes ripped, so you breathed easier knowing that you likely had not been assaulted. However, you did discover that you were missing our wallet. You cursed and got up on shaky legs, brushing the sand off of you.

So, it was nighttime, you weren’t sure how you got the beach, and your wallet was missing… great.

Crossing your arms, you walked towards the sounds and lights that beckoned to you from a ways down from the part of the beach you found yourself at. As you got closer you saw a set of stairs that led up to a bunch of shops and rides.

The Santa Carla Boardwalk sign was lit up nice and bright. Everything on the boardwalk, shop and ride alike, was decked out in spooky-themed décor.

You spied a large banner that read, “Halloween Monster Bash / OPEN LATE / Sat. Oct. 30th” and a lightbulb went off in your head.

That explained how you probably ended up passed out on the beach—you probably partied too hard for the bash and wandered off after you had had too much to drink. Not a bright move on your part, but plausible.

You promised to try and be on your best behavior for the foreseeable future. Given that it was a Saturday night, and a Halloween promotion at that, the boardwalk was teeming with people who kept bumping into you. Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if you had some bruises tomorrow.

You ended up by the carrousel, which had a much calmer surrounding crowd compared to the other areas, and sat down on a metal bench, watching the lights on the ride as it made its slow revolutions.

Suddenly, a group of long-haired boys muscled their way onto the carousel. One in particular caught your attention and you couldn’t take your eyes off of his leather jacket. A big, yellow cat with bared fangs and claws was stitched on the side of it.  

The cat, and by extension the boy wearing it, was rugged, yet sleek, dangerous, yet beautiful.

He must have sensed your focus on him because his head snapped in your direction, his soulful eyes making your throat itch and close up. With no other reaction besides the eye contact, he left his group, gliding to the edge of the moving ride and smoothly stepped off.

He sat quietly next to you on the other side of the bench, neither of you willing to speak up. It turned into a battle of wills to see who would break first. After an extended period of silence, he gave in and accepted his defeat with a snort.

“What’s your name?”

Nervous, your hand crept to your neck and his intense stare followed the movement. “Y/N,” you answered. “Who are you?”

“I’m Dwayne.”

“I like your jacket, Dwayne. The stich work is stellar.”

His lips curled upwards into a slow, easy smile. “I haven’t seen you around here before.”

You opened your mouth and froze when you suddenly remembered. “I’m meeting a friend. His motorcycle broke down and I told him I would give him a lift home.”

“Hmm. So where is he?”

“I’m not sure. I-I was on the beach for a while,” you admitted more than a little embarrassed. “He probably thinks I’ve forgotten about him—I hope he hasn’t left yet.”

“Let’s take a walk. I’m sure we can find him together.” He stood up and offered his hand to you.

You were conflicted. On one hand, you had just promised yourself to make smarter decisions; on the other, there was something about this boy that drew you in. He gave you another small smile that sealed the deal.

You placed your hand in his and he led you around the boardwalk, the picture of a perfect gentleman. If gentlemen wandered around in public with their toned chests and abdomens exposed.

Dwayne and you kept your eyes peeled for your friend, but he also persuaded you to stop at a few booths along the way and brought you some food to try. You took a bite of the soft pretzel he handed you. You chewed thoughtfully before giving your review.

“It’s okay. The flavors aren’t out of this world though.”

“Not possible,” he said stealing the pretzel back. “This is the best snack this place has to offer.”

He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. “You’re not feverish, so I guess that rules out being sick. But you do feel chilled.”

Dwayne stared you down, his eyes looked like they were searching for something. You weren’t sure if he found what he was looking for. The two of you slowed down and you leaned against a wooden rail near the entrance to the boardwalk. As much as you wished your friend would turn up or that you could continue walking with Dwayne, you recognized that it was incredibly late and decided to call it a night.

He also seemed reluctant to let you go. “Will you be back tomorrow?” he murmured. “You can keep me company for Halloween.”

You nodded enthusiastically, glad that he had enjoyed your company as much as you enjoyed his. The two of you made plans to meet back at the carousel again the following night. Halloween night. He stroked your wrist and bided you good-night.

You turned on your heel, feeling the energy within you pulsing as you walked away.

  _______________

The next night, you found yourself sitting on the same metal bench near the carousel. This time you felt more grounded and much less flustered. You jokingly thought to yourself that you must be channeling strength from Halloween.

Dwayne joined you on the bench a while later, this time coming without his friends entirely.

“Hi,” you said lamely when he looked at you. “Would you rather sit or walk?”

He chose to walk and you were eager to see where he would take you this time. He shouldered his way through the throngs of people and you followed closely behind, gripping his jacket tightly. The crowds thinned out significantly as you walked down to the beach, the noise further drowned out by the ocean.

Dry sand crunched under your shoes as he moved further away from public view. Eventually, Dwayne came to a stop by a low burning fire which he stoked back to life.

You looked around in surprise. “Hey, this is where I was last night. What a crazy coincidence!”

His dark eyes peered at you from where he sat opposite of you on the other side of the bonfire. But he didn’t comment. Instead, he asked you questions.

“Did you ever get ahold of your friend?”

“No,” you admitted, feeling uncomfortable. “He probably hates me right now. Something was wrong with the bike engine, which is why he needed the ride.”

“That’s cool that he rides.”

“His bike is pretty cool. The body is dark red, and he has wheel covers on it, plus there’s an antenna on the back end.”

Again, he didn’t say anything. He just stared. The mood turned uncomfortable once more, so you tried changing topics to bring back the fun you had the previous night.

“I’m actually passing thru Santa Carla on my way to L. A. More specifically, Englewood. To pursue my dream,” you revealed, splaying your fingers in a jazz hand fashion. That seemed to perk his interest and his lips twitched slightly.

You drew up your legs and rested your chin on the tops of your knees. A happy tingle started in your chest and ran down the rest of your body as you remembered back to another time in your life. Back when you were a small child and made a friend.

You told Dwayne the story of how your grandmother used to be involved with one of the local food pantry groups in your home city. And how you often used to tag along with her when she volunteered because your parents worked a lot. One day you were sitting under the tables and bored out of your mind, you started to doodle on the filed floor. You were not expecting another kid to join you and you jumped when they introduced themselves.

You guys were around the same age and started to seek each other out whenever you went with your grandma while she volunteered. Soon, you were even hanging out when you weren’t at the food pantry.

“People used to freak out when they saw us together in public. It was so stupid,” you ranted. “It wasn’t their fault they were on the streets. Most homeless are in that position for reasons beyond their control. I never judged my friend for doing what they had to do to survive—”  

Next thing you knew, you were knocked backwards onto the ground, your head taking a particularly hard hit.

In a miraculously fast move, Dwayne had launched himself across the fire to tackle you. It happened so fast, you hadn’t been able to track him. He moved like a menacing shape, striking with the accuracy and speed of a viper.

Your body locked up from where you were pinned and you gasped for air.

Dwayne crouched above you, his knees dug into your thighs to keep your legs spread apart and his claws gripped into your wrists like a vice. He had taken you by surprise and made sure you were completely immobile and unable to fight back. But that wasn’t even the most terrifying part.

The once smooth planes of his face had changed into raised, sharp angles along his brow and cheeks. His hair hung down over you, like a black curtain, so you had no choice but to look at him. Light from the nearby fire casted shadows where it filtered through the strands of hair, making him appear even more menacing.

He leaned down and clicked his fangs right in your face.

Your heart, which had been hammering like a freight train, stopped beating entirely. The jarring stillness within you made you think that you were having a heart attack.

“Quit playing games, Y/N,” he said darkly, his lip curled up in a snarl.

You were so frightened that you couldn’t respond even when he shook you.

“You’ve been toying with me for two nights now, just give it up. We both know you are not what you claim to be.”

You tried to articulate your shock but you couldn’t must a single sound. He growled gutturally and time slowed down. Was this how you were going to die?

A blinding pain ripped through your head, robbing you of all your senses as everything turned white.

  _______________

You hummed and bopped your head to the song that was playing on the radio in your aging car. The sun had set some time ago, so you read the green road sign with help from your headlights.

Santa Carla, ten miles.                

That should be a good place to spend the night to spend the night. According to the map you were consulting, Santa Carla seemed like a decently sized city that should have your choice of motels to pick from.

You entered city limits and as you turned a corner you noticed a motorcycle parked on the shoulder of the road. A boy with dark hair sat crouched next to it. Debating with yourself, you ended up slowing down and rolling your window.

“Hi,” you called from the driver’s seat. “Do you need any help?”

He turned and you instantly saw how attractive he was. He stood, wiping his hands on a rag that was tucked into his pocket.

“Something’s wrong with the engine. I don’t want to drive it, in case it gets worse.”

No stranger to car troubles, you felt empathetic.

“Get in. I can take you home, or to a mechanic, if there’s a garage still open.”

He accepted the offer and settled into the passenger’s side. You apologized for not having room to bring the bike with and he reassured you that his friends would take care of it. He asked you to take him home, but first he directed you towards a place called the boardwalk so he could buy you dinner as a thank-you.

Your empty stomach couldn’t refuse food.

When you got out of the car you noticed his jacket for the first time. “Stellar stitching,” you complimented.

He ordered tacos to-go from one of the food stands. “Come on, I know a better spot on the beach where we can eat in peace.”

The spot was isolated, which made you pause with doubt, but the food smelled delicious and Dwayne had been nothing but nice, so you ignored the little warning bell.

Having good food after being a car for most of the day was satisfying and you moaned when you took the first bite of taco. To fill in the silence you explained to him that you were moving down to L.A.

“Just passing through?” he questioned.

“Just passing through.”

You told him about the job offer that had convinced you to leave home and how excited you were to work with the homeless women youth there. “Most of them are in that position for reasons beyond their control. I never judge them for doing what they have to do to survive.”

Dwayne looked at you with surprise. “You mean that?” He sounded almost conflicted.

You assured him that you most certainly did.

The next hour or so passed quickly, you chatting away with Dwayne jumping in here and there. Despite not being talkative, he did a good job putting you at ease even though you barely knew one another. When you yawned while in the middle of a story and realized you needed to sleep.

You told Dwayne it was time to get him home so you could sort out your motel situation. He turned away from you and grew even more quiet. He didn’t move nor make a single sound which worried you.

“Dwayne?”

Then he whispered, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

He turned around and his face looked monstrous with his protruding forehead and blazing eyes that swirled with red and yellow. You covered your mouth.

He flew at you, pinning you into the sand. You fought your best to dislodge him, screaming shrilly, but it would have made no difference had you not fought at all. You were no match for his inhuman strength.

He wrenched your chin back, his hands clawing into your face to expose your neck. By that point you had defensive wounds all over and one of your forearms had brittlely snapped.

Dwayne reared back, his fangs on full display. The last thing you saw as the beautiful boy with the cool jacket tore into your throat was the wide expanse of black sky dotted with twinkling stars overhead.

  _______________

You came back to the present with a terrible moan rattling from your lips. You were still supine on your back, but Dwayne was no longer on top of you. He sat a few feet away with his face still in its vampiric state, somberness radiating from him.

Numbly, you reached for your neck and felt wet, mangled flesh under your fingers. And you knew that if you looked down you would see your blood-soaked shirt and your crippled arm. You dragged yourself into an upright position which was a shaky process as one of your arms did not match the other.

“You did this to me,” you whispered. Dwayne nodded once.

“What—” your voice cracked so you tried again. “What am I?”

“Something was different about you from the start. You didn’t have a pulse, your skin was cold,” he said matter of factly. “But I wasn’t sure exactly until you started talking about your job.”

“What am I” you said more strongly.

“We met for the first time in February…”

“Am I like you?” you asked.

He shook is his slowly denial. You tiled your head upwards and took in the sky, moon, and stars. There was only one other option, the option that was the hardest to admit out loud.

“I’m dead, then.”

“You’re the only person I’ve killed that’s ever come back,” he said unsurely.

Now that you remembered everything, and your ghostly status was brought to light, other things started making sense too. How your sense of taste was dulled at the boardwalk and you weren’t sure where you slept last night, if you slept at all.

It seemed that your earlier joke about drawing strength from All Hallows Eve was too far off from the truth.

“You’re the friend I was looking for. Was your bike even really broken back then?” Trails of thick blood leaked from your open wound.

He couldn’t bring himself to meet your gaze which was all the answer you needed. “It’s a con I use to lure in meals sometimes,” he finally sighed.

“I never made it to L.A. either… Oh, Dwayne. There was so much I wanted to do.”

You started choking up and he inched forward awkwardly, which you allowed.

“It won’t change things, but it wasn’t personal. I needed to feed and you were the first one I found.”

His candid confession unleashed your tears (looks like ghosts were still able to cry) and the moaning returned. He eased you into his lap and hugged you. His hands rubbed up and down your back in an attempt to soothe you.

You accepted that you were dead and you didn’t hate Dwayne for what he had done. That didn’t mean you didn’t mourn what you lost. You cried miserably for a long time before the tears ran their course and dried up.

What a mess you must have looked like with your swollen eyes and fatal wounds, your hair likely littered with sand. That got you thinking: how come you didn’t look like this until now? Hmm. Maybe you had could control our appearance. Or you had to remember the truth first.

And another thing, “What happened to my stuff?”

“We scrapped the car for metal and parts. We kept the cash and trashed the rest.”

That was a little annoying. “Donate next time you need to get rid of belongings. I’m sure there’s a lot of people who could use it.”

“Noted,” he promised.

“How much time do you think I have left?” That was an unpleasant realization, especially since you weren’t sure where you would go next.

He gently lifted up the arm that was broken. You gulped. Your fingers were flaking off into bright blue pieces, drifting in the air before fizzling out. You were slowly disappearing.

It started in your hands and creeped up your arms and legs. Dwayne watched it happened alongside you. You weren’t in any pain, but you were glad that he was there with you.

“I’m scared,” you admitted. “Will you hug me as I go?”

He tucked your head into his chest, his hug comforting. Soon your limbs had completely gone and all that remained was your center. A final release of energy that felt like the final exhale let you know that this was it.

“I forgive you, Dwayne,” you said softly. You smiled and closed your eyes in anticipation.

Dwayne watched as the last of you floated off and dissolved into the night air. 

“Good night, Y/N,” he murmured.

I hope that I was able to make Dwayne threatening, but compassionate, like I was aiming for. The Umbrella Academy gif is what I had in mind with the scene at the end. I’m actually a little nervous to post this, so thanks to anyone who takes the time to read!

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys dwayne #imagines

[themysteriousphoenix]

Beyond the Magic

FB Week Day 4: Beyond the Magic (No Wand)

(Yes, this was supposed to be posted yesterday, but I switched my days around. Happy Friday!!)

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"Newt, stop,” Tina laughed as her husband held her tightly around her waist where they were sprawled on the couch. He kissed her cheek and released her, causing her body to roll into the vacant space between where he lay and the back of the couch. She laughed, her hand holding her stomach and tears streaming from her eyes as she struggled to pull in full breaths. Newt, similarly, was looking at her with tears of mirth in his eyes as he laughed with her.

She had missed this. It had been so long since they had both been home long enough to relax into domestic normalcy and the moments like this were filling her heart with the joy it had been missing for months. These moments reminded her of her parents when she was a child. The memory of their laughter and playing had been something that had been clear in her mind all of these years. When they crossed the threshold into their home, the conventions of the outside world were left at the door and they could be free to be affectionate, silly, and in love. Tina never understood what the laughter had been until she was much older and found herself in similar situations with Newt. It was how she knew that she could marry him. He gave her a relationship and fun and filled with love as her parents had all those years ago. 

However, she had taken the past few nights off of work after returning from her trip to Spain, and now that they had calmed their more amorous sides, they were relaxing into their life together again. Now, she needed to get back to her work preparations, she would be returning to the Ministry in the morning. 

Tina groaned as she caught her breath, a silly grin still spread across her face. Newt was pressed against her on the couch, his hair a mess and his eyes closed. “Hmm?” he asked quietly, never opening his eyes as he ran a lazy hand up and down her side.

“I need to read those case files tonight,” Tina said quietly, her desire to work quite a bit less than it usually was. She was warm, comfortable, and in Newt’s arms. “I just don’t want to,” she added with a fake pout. 

Newt laughed softly as he opened his eyes to look at her where she laid inches from him. “Honestly, I don’t want you to either,” he whispered with a smile, “but if you don’t, Theseus is going to blame me for you not being prepared for work.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be your fault,” she said, chuckling.

“You know him, he’d find some reason to make it my fault.”

“That’s, uh….probably true,” Tina responded, “but, to be fair, things that go wrong usually are your fault.”

“Hey, now…” Newt said with a laugh, lightly tickling her side and making her squirm. Tina grabbed his hand and held it in her own as she snuggled into her small space. 

“I don’t want to get up. I’m comfortable.”

“Me too,” Newt said softly, his arms draping around Tina and holding her to him lightly. She tucked her head onto his shoulder and closed her eyes. 

“Now I really don’t want to get up,” she whispered. She felt Newt chuckling under her cheek and his arms tightened around her ever so slightly. 

“Just summon them over. I don’t mind you reading and using my shoulder for a pillow. I quite enjoy that, actually.”

“My wand is on the dinner table,” Tina said, regretfully. “I didn’t realize you would be pulling me into a couch cocoon when I walked by.”

“Ahh, well, here…” Newt raised one arm up and quickly flicked his hand. Tina’s black bag flew over to the couch, the handle landing perfectly in his palm before swinging down and bumping his forearm. “Your papers, love.”

Tina stared wide-eyed at her husband, quickly sitting up next to him and looking down into his face. “What was that?” she exclaimed, her eyes darting to her bag and back to Newt. “You can do wandless magic?”

“I-- Yeah. I thought you knew.”

“No! Where did you learn to do that?”

Newt sat up slowly, placing Tina’s bag between them on the couch. He crossed his legs, sitting knee to knee with his wife. “Uagadou”

“In Uganda?”

“Yes. They are known for self-transfiguration and becoming Animagi, and I wanted to see their teaching practices.”

“You told me about that part, but what about the wandless magic?”

“Oh, well, they don’t use wands that much, you see. The older generations don’t trust them. They learn to cast using only their hands most of the time. Wands are used only for channeling their magic for more difficult or powerful spells.”

“So they taught you while you were there?”

“It’s really not as difficult as most wizards make it out to be. I always thought it took great power to cast, but it really just takes self-awareness and focus.” Newt held his palm out to Tina, showing her his right hand. “When I cast with my wand, I always focused my magic through my wand. That is how I was taught. What they taught me is that your magic comes from you, not the wand, and it is only there because the core is a conductor of magic. It gathers chaotic energy and organizes it for you.” Newt flicked his fingers and a heatless flame appeared in his palm, “If you learn to focus your magic, however, and organize the chaos yourself rather than depending on a wand, you can learn to cast without.”

The fire went out with a flick of his wrist, and Tina was watching him with awe. “Can you teach me?” she asked eagerly.

“I can try,” he replied, pulling his wand from his holster. “So here, where I hold my wand, this is my natural magical pattern. I learned to cast this way. Everyone holds their wand slightly differently, and that is the position that they learn to use to channel their energy.” Newt released his wand and slid it away from his hand. “My natural casting point, based on the way I hold my wand is my second knuckle on my first finger, just here.” Making a light fist, as if he were holding his wand, Newt showed Tina that this knuckle stuck out naturally as if to support his wand. “You visualize your energy leaving your body, collecting into order, and then send it out through that casting point.”

“So I need to visualize sending my energy through my knuckle, then?” Tina was looking down at her hands curiously.

“Not necessarily. You see, you hold your wand like this, more enclosed in your hand.” Newt curled Tina’s fingers the way she normally held her wand. “Your hilt is far heavier than my own, so you support it differently.” Closing her eyes, Tina imagined she was holding her wand, it was easy to do, it felt as if it was part of her. 

“Where do you envision your casting point to be?” Newt asked, lightly flattening her hand between them, palm up.

“I actually think it’s the heel of my hand, just below my thumb,” she replied, rubbing a fingertip across the soft, pale skin. 

“Interesting,” Newt pondered. “Now, close your eyes and try to envision your energy gathering throughout your body and your magic flowing through that point. Use a simple spell, something that comes naturally to you, that you haven’t struggled to master.”

“Okay. What about the disarming spell?”

“That would work. I’ll hold my wand here, it will be close to you so we can start small.” Tina closed her eyes. “Good,” Newt said quietly, “You may have to verbalize the spell, it takes quite a bit of practice to be able to cast without a wand and nonverbally.”

“Okay.” Tina took a deep breath in and released it in one long rush of air. “Ready?”

“Ready when you are, love.”

“Here goes…” Tina closed her eyes and concentrated, visualizing like Newt had told her to, then when she felt that her chaos had been properly organized, she said “Expelliarmus!” loudly and clearly. Opening her eyes, she saw that the wand was still in her husband’s hand. “Blast…” she said under her breath.

“It’s okay, Tina. Nobody masters it on the first try.” Newt straightened his wand, “You pulled it forward, so it’s working, but it’s not quite there yet. Try it again.”

Tina repeated the actions several more times, her mind feeling the fatigue that the concentration was causing her. “This is tiring,” she observed after her sixth attempt to cast. This time she had pulled the wand from Newt’s hand, but it had fallen to the couch between them instead of into her waiting hand.

“It is. That’s why I rarely use it. It wasn’t taught to me as a child, so it doesn’t come naturally to me. It gets exhausting after a while, but I’ve been thankful to have the skill a time or two over the years.” Newt nodded at her, checking her readiness. “Are you ready for another?”

“One more, I think.”

“Perfect. One more, then you’ll rest.” Newt grabbed his wand, holding it up vertically in front of him. “Try it with your eyes open this time. Now that you know the feeling of channeling your energy, your sight might help.

“Alright,” Tina replied, rolling her neck and shoulders, loosening the muscles that had been clenched through her concentration over the past several minutes. “I’m just gonna go for it,” she said quickly. “Expelliarmus!”

Newt’s wand pulled from his hand and toward her lap. Tina, with her quick reflexes gained from years of Auror training, dipped her hand down and caught it easily in her palm. “Does that count?” she asked.

“I’d say yes, close enough.” Newt chuckled, taking his wand from Tina’s hand and putting it back into the holster on his hip. “Now, you’d better read those reports before Theseus comes after both of our heads.”

Tina giggled, pulling the discarded bag back up onto the couch as Newt stood up from the couch, walking toward the kitchen. “Tea?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at her.

“Yes, please,” she replied, pulling folders full of papers out of her bag and placing them into order on the cushion next to her. “Thank you for teaching me that, Newt. I’ll have to keep practicing it. It might prove to be handy out in the field sometime.”

“My darling,” Newt said with a grin as he spooned teaspoonfuls of leaves into the teapot, “I do not doubt that your abilities will far exceed mine within the month.”

#fbweek2020 #Newtina #newtina fanfiction #newt x tina #newt scamander #tina goldstein #fanfiction #fantastic fanfiction #newtina ff #fbawtft #fbatcog #Post CoG #domestic fluff #wandless magic #ashley writes

[thatringboy]

The Day Before Halloween - Supernerds

I had some people ask me how Matrix became a superhero so I decided to write out part of his origin story! Also, last name reveals for Oliver and Matty

Word Count: 2,306

Warnings: Blood mention

Matthew Oeste was a superhero, but not a usual one.

He had no flashy powers, striking physique, booming voice, nothing that would make him stand out. He learned from a young age that firewalls on the internet didn’t apply to him. Passwords? Nonexistent. He had the entire digital world at his fingertips and he could control it all with a thought.

Matthew didn’t ever plan on becoming a hero. He kept his head down, helped his parents around their bodega, got good grades and lived a normal life. He refused to cut his hair when it started growing down his back, went to prom with a pretty girl, got a scholarship for a two year degree at a local university and floated through life without many problems. With his powers, Matthew could easily rise to the top of the advertising and marketing world, being able to monitor trends all across the globe at once.

His parents always told him that the hardest part was not changing things. It was a cheesy line that they had stolen from some superhero movie, but Matthew thought about it often. Every time he checked his phone, he could feel his mind wanting to slip within the cyberspace and roam around, so he learned not to. Even if the digital world was usually much more interesting than his real life.

For the most part, Matthew’s life was also superhero-free. Sure, there was the resident team of superhumans that lived in the city, but the young man was never swept up in a battle that flattened city blocks, he didn’t participate in online forums about which hero was the coolest, he didn’t pay attention to which villains got arrested and which escaped prison. For the most part.

There was one incident in his childhood that always popped up in the back of his mind from time to time. He was either nine or ten, it was October 30th, he had just walked home from fourth grade and was thinking about how Mama and Papai had saved up enough money to get him a brand new superhero costume for Halloween. This year, little Matthew was going as “Cyclone”, the resident leader of the city’s heroes who enforced justice with his magnificent wind powers.

He had skipped into the Oeste’s corner shop with such a wide smile, happy to show his parents how well he had drawn himself in his costume. It was a very excellent stick figure, his teacher had said, the best she had ever seen. He was a little worried about telling his parents about how he broke two hair ties during recess, but he had also found two whole dollars on the street that could go towards paying for more. He was a big boy, a freaking fourth grader already! He could pay for his own dang hair ties!

Matthew had waved to the young cashier who’s name he could never remember and immediately went to the backroom so that he could pull out his drawing and get it ready for presentation.

While he worked on smoothing out the paper on the small plastic table he often did his homework on, Matthew heard a noise from the alleyway outside, the only thing separating him from where the dumpsters sat and the bodega’s backroom being a door that was only locked at night. Matthew got up and balled his small fists before stepping over to the door. He had superpowers, he could fight off whatever raccoon or rat was digging around in the trash no problem! 

Would you want to fight a fourth grader who could change the tv channel with a thought? I didn’t think so.

Matthew slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open before jumping out of the doorway with the scariest face he could put on.

Sitting on the street, curled up next to the dumpster was a boy only a couple years older than Matthew, unkempt hair falling in his face and arms wrapped around his frail form. He looked like he hadn’t eaten in over a week.

The younger boy dropped the hero act and ran to his side with a worried face. “Hey, are you okay?”

The older boy flinched and tried to scoot away from the child approaching him, but just pressed further into the dumpster. His clothing smelled of sewage and he had a blood stain on his cheek. Whether it was his blood or someone else's, Matthew couldn’t tell.

The younger boy thought for a second before digging the two dollars out of his pocket. “Wait here!”

He ran back inside and slapped the crumpled bills onto the bodega counter. “How much food can I buy with this?”

The teenager working the cash register gave the little boy a smile before pointing to a bag of chips on one of the shelves. “Two bucks can get ya one of those.”

It would have to do. Matthew grabbed the back and ran back to the backroom before locating a towel and wetting it in the backroom’s sink. He jogged back outside to see the older boy hadn’t moved at all, his breathing was slow and labored.

“I got you some chips! I would have gotten you some clothes, but mine are all too small for you. Sorry.” He offered the bag to the starving boy.

The older boy snatched it from Matthew’s fingers and tore it open before shoveling the bbq potato chips into his mouth with such ferocity that Matthew was impressed that he didn’t hurt himself.

As he ate, Matthew got a chance to rub the damp towel across his cheek like his own Mama would when he scraped his skin if he fell. The blood came away and luckily, it wasn’t from a wound. Well, lucky for the boy, not for whoever the blood belonged to.

“I’m Matthew, what’s your name? Do you go to school around here? Do you need my Papai to call your’s?”

The older boy didn’t answer him, opting to dig his fingertips into the chip bag to scoop up the crumbs. As Matthew worked, he ended up shifting the old jacket the older boy wore and noticed that he wore a faded orange uniform underneath it. Printed on his breast pocket was a single word and some numbers that Matthew didn’t understand.

[CHAVEZ #10824006]

“Is your name ‘Chavez’? That’s a funny name, my substitute teacher was named Mr. Chavez today, but you two don’t look alike.” Matthew continued to wipe the blood away. He had watched enough Fast N Furious movies with his parents to know that the uniform belonged to a prison, but why would a little boy be wearing one?

Chavez crumbled up the bag and tossed it aside before slowly getting to his feet, his worn sneakers digging into the pavement. He was over a head taller than Matthew when he stood up straight.

“Thank you.” He whispered to Matthew.

The younger boy opened his mouth to say something, but he heard his mother call his name from inside the bodega. 

He spun around and cupped his mouth with his hands. “I’m out here, Mama!”

She appeared in the doorway and looked around the alleyway behind her son. “Meu filho, were you feeding the street animals again?”

“Huh?” Matthew turned around and the older boy was gone, the balled up chip bag discarded on the ground.

Matthew still went trick-or-treating in his new costume after that, but he threw his drawing away and never wore the costume again. For the next week, the little boy had nightmares about the boy named Chavez in the dirty prison uniform, but he could never figure out why. After that day, Matthew stopped paying attention to superhero news, stopped drawing himself as a hero and stopped making up scenarios in his head where he used his powers to throw bad guys in jail. If locking up kids like Chavez was part of the heroing job, then he wanted no part of it.

It wasn’t until he was all grown up, almost twelve full years later, that Matty looked into what happened to Chavez after that fateful meeting behind his bodega. 

He was lounging in bed with Oliver after working out together and neither had the energy to do anything else for the day after they had showered. Oliver was reading a book with half of his body laying against Matty’s, his head leaning against the younger’s shoulder like he was a human pillow.

Matty had his phone in one hand and the other was tangled in Oliver’s hair, slowly petting the supervillain like he was a large dog lying on him.

“Hey, Ollie?”

“Hmm?” Oliver shifted so he could turn his head and look at his lover, setting his book down on his chest.

“What’s your last name?”

The supervillain pressed a small kiss to Matty’s jaw. “Why d’ya need to know?”

“You wanted help in finding what tribe you’re from, right? If I plug your family name into a database then the search could be easier.”

“Aight,” Oliver went back to his original position and pulled his book back up. “Chavez, Oliver Chavez.”

A common name, but it was a start. Matty gripped his phone and shut his eyes, his head falling back onto the pillow as he let his mind sink into the small device. He couldn’t actually see anything in this mode, but Matty could visualize a keyboard and a search engine appearing before him.

He didn’t have to move a muscle before his lover’s name appeared in the search bar and his mind dove deeper into the internet. But before he could move to plant the name into an ancestry tracking site, a news article from twelve years ago caught his interest. Matty willed the article forward to read the title.

NATIVE AMERICAN SUPERHUMAN FOUND GUILTY OF CITY-WIDE BLACKOUT & DEATH OF MAYOR

Oliver Chavez, an undocumented superhuman from the Docks District, has been charged with the murder of the late Mayor Murbenks on Tuesday, October 21st.

The image the article used of Oliver Chavez was hidden under several paragraphs describing how a superhuman with electric powers caused a city-wide power outage during when the old mayor was getting his heart operated on. The picture of the superhuman in question showed that Oliver Chavez was a young boy wearing a scared expression on his eerily familiar face.

The memory of the day behind the bodega flooded into Matty’s mind and jerked him back into his body, the feeling of his lover reading on his chest grounding him when his heart beat faster with the rage boiling inside of him.

Not once did the article mention the boy’s age. All the article spoke about was how the boy used his powers to overload the circuits in the power plants and caused power to go out in the entire city. Oliver Chavez was thirteen and all the article spoke about was that he was a Native American who grew up in the foster system and was from a poorer district of the city.

Matty opened his eyes and leaned over to press a kiss to Oliver’s hair, causing the older man to hum softly as he turned the page of his book. “That was quick, what'd ya find?”

“Found out that I was hungry, that’s what. Mind moving, big guy?”

Oliver grunted and groaned as he sat up, his muscles sore from his work out, but happy to let his partner slide out of bed and make his way to the door.

Matty took his time walking to the lair cafeteria and picking up two backs of bbq potato chips before heading back to Oliver’s bedroom and sliding back into his original spot, smiling when Oliver sat back up to let him back in.

The ex-hero dropped one of the bags onto Oliver’s chest and pulled open his own. “There ya go, Chavez.”

Oliver frowned and moved the bag out of his line of sight. “I didn’t ask for anything.”

Matty sighed and popped a chip into his mouth. “Funny, you didn’t ask for anything the first time I gave you some chips either. You just said ‘thank you’ like a polite little boy.”

The supervillain closed his book and set it aside, sitting up and twisting to make a confused face at his lover. “When did this happen? Am I forgetting something?”

The ex-hero snorted and gave his boyfriend a loving smile. “You don’t remember? Day before Halloween, a little over a decade ago, Chavez No.10824006? A little Portuguese kid giving you some food and cleaning you off?”

Matty watched as Oliver clearly raked his mind for the memory and how his eyes slowly widened in realization. “Holy shit, the little fucker in the stupid jacket was you?!”

“Hey, my Mama got me that jacket!” Matty pouted.

He let out a noise as Oliver’s large arms wrapped around him and he felt the weight of his lover fall on his chest. “Damn, I guess you’ve really been saving me since day fucking one.”

Matty hummed and kissed the top of Oliver’s head again with another smile. “I guess I am. But truth be told, your last name is kinda boring.”

Oliver lifted his head up with a cocked eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhm, I think you’d do much better with mine instead.”

It took the supervillain a hot minute to run what Matty had said through his brain. When he did, Matty relished in the way his face burned and how he pushed his face into the ex-hero’s chest with a whine. “Matty-y-y-y, you fucking ughmmnm, that was smooth as hell.”

“I know.” He kissed Oliver’s hair again and attempted to pull his arm out of the embrace so he could grab his chips and pop them into his mouth with a satisfying crunch.

#maybe i'll write out how matty met his ex and became a superhero another day #also i'm loving how quickly oliver and matty became domesticated gays who coexist cutely #Oliver's love language is physical touch and Matty's is words of affirmation btw #supernerds #ocs #my ocs #writing #my writing #original writing #original characters

[rwbyvein]

Firen Lhain: Chapter 302: Verdant Bronze

Peter Port's voiced echoed across the stadium, "For our next match we have Team JNPR from Vale against team BRNZ from Shade!"

JNPR looked across the field from BRNZ, both teams at the ready as the clock counted down. "That girl is pretty cute." Jaune stated.

"Is this reeaallllyy the time?.." Nora asked.

"What do you think, Ren?" Jaune asked.

"Indeed." Ren stated.

"Wha?.." Nora asked.

"Pyrrha?" Jaune asked.

"Yeah?" she joyfully asked him.

"Make sure he gets through."

"Oh!" she excitedly exclaimed.

"Wait, what?" Nora asked, "What about me?" And Jaune sighed.

"Nora, when we're in a fight, and I DON'T tell you what to do, what do you do?" Jaune asked. The count down reached zero and Pyrrha threw her shield. It bounced off the three male members of BRNZ while May made a brake for the woods. A moment later Ren had passed through the three men in his pursuit of May.

"Pyrrha." Jaune stated, as she was using her spear to trip one of the male members. Once finshed she jumped back. Jaune stepped up beside her, both with shields raised. Jaune then looked back at Nora.

"Got it!" Nora exclaimed. She stood on her hammer and launched herself into the air.

"So, guys?" Jaune casually said to BRN_, "You... probably don't want to stand there."

They looked up to see Nora crashing down, and all jumped away. They were knocked away by a large, pink explosion. Jaune and Pyrrha would have been affected if they didn't have their shields raised.

May used her rifle to grapple her way up a tree, but when she tried to take aim she found the blade of Ren's PetalStorm hooked into her weapon, which he tried to to use to disarm her. She moved with the pull and fell out of her position in the tree. She used her rifle to swing from another tree branch up to a new vantage point. She turned to see Ren calmly standing on a tree branch, eyes tired, almost indifferent to her. She then tried to take aim down range once again, moved out of the way just in time to avoid Ren's attack. She swung to a different branch, and once again turned to look at him. He once again stood there, calmly, not really even looking at her.

"What's your damage, yo?" May asked.

"I am quite content." Ren stated.

BRN_ had climbed back onto their feet, and each was facing off against a member of team JNPR. Nolan dodged the mighty swing of Nora's hammer and struck at her with his shock rod.

"Oh-ho!" Professor Port's hologram exclaimed, "Looks like one of my favourite students, Nora Valkye is charging up to use her Semblance!" Nolan looked up at the screen with a panicked look as Nora developed a wicked, intense look.

"Yes." Doctor Oobleck's hologram quickly stated, "Ms. Valkyrie's Semblance lets her produce, as well as channel, electrical energy straight to her muscles! This allows her to jump explosively into the air, wield her mighty hammer, or in this case, absorb Nolan's attacks and send the young man flying!"

Nolan turned back to Nora, "What?!" he exclaimed, and Nora and her hammer sped towards him at unbelievable speed, that he found himself thrown back, breaking through a boulder.

Jaune looked up at the lightning dancing about the mountaintop. It was like a light went off in his head. "Nora!" he shouted, "Get to the mountain!"

"You got it, leader!" Nora shouted back, and dashed off.

May tried to aim at Ren, but by the time she had aimed, he was no longer there. He wasn't making any move towards her. She smiled a subtle smile, and aimed once again at Ren's team mates. This time when he made his move May was ready for him. She moved in the opposite direction, and Ren found himself off balance, flying through the woods. This gave May enough time to properly aim at Nora as she arced towards the mountain. Jaune saw this and shouted at Pyrrha, as he caught Brawnz's claw with his shield, "Pyrrha! Up!"

Pyrrha dodged Roy's blades, quickly knocking him down. She then dashed towards Jaune. Jaune fought off Brawnz to make enough space to raise his shield. Pyrrha stepped onto it and he launched her into the air. She spiraled into the air, turning towards the shot just in time to block it with her shield. By this time Ren had caught up to her. She tried to strike Ren with the butt of her rifle, but he parried it with his bare hand, but made no attempt to retaliate, and she just looked at him.

"What are you, like a zombie or something?" May asked, and Ren just gave her a self-assured smile. Nora, meanwhile lifted her hammer above her head to take the lightning strike. She then turned Magnhild into a grenade launcher and fired a volley at May. She looked at where Ren had just been, only to see him disappeared. "When did he?.." May asked, only to be hit by an extremely large pink explosion. Nora then jumped down from the mountain. She was surrounded by an electrical field, and struck the ground with terrible force, knocking the three male members of BRNZ away, towards where a limping May stood. Pyrrha bounced off the mountain and guided her way back to where her allies were.

"This is it, guys!" Jaune exclaimed. "Let's finish 'em with team attacks!" Jaune then raised his sword above his head. "Ren! Nora! Flower Power!"

"Wait, what?" Nora asked.

Jaune then lowered his blade with a befuddled look, "F-Flower Power." _NPR shrugged, "It's your team attack!"

"Since when?" Ren asked, and May did a double take from the trees to where Ren stood now.

"Guys," Jaune said to his team mates, "we've been over this... Flower Power is Ren and Nora! Ren brings the flower, Nora brings the power!"

"How do I bring a flower?" Ren asked.

"No, silly," Nora said to him, "not a flower, flour, as in baking." Jaune just looked at her with an exhascerbated look.

"Why would I bring that?" Ren asked.

"I, uh, no." Jaune stated, "It's your symbol."

Pyrrha leaned towards Jaune, trying to hide her nervously and excitement, "What are we?"

* * *

Nora knocked BRNZ into the force field with one swing of her hammer.

* * *

JNPR stood in the locker room. "Guys, we're going to need to have a talk about this."

"But!.." Nora voiced, "I mean... we won!"

"Nora." Ren admonished. She looked at him questioningly before visibly sighing.

"All-riigghhtt." she stated.

"Ren, do you know of a tea stand?" Jaune asked.

"Why would I?.." Ren started to asked.

"Because you're really into tea." Jaune stated, "And right now I could use some."

"He's not wrong." Nora stated.

"I think it sounds lovely." Pyrrha giddly added, and Jaune scowled at her.

* * *

JNPR sat around a Mistral tea stand, drinking from their tea. "I want to start off," Jaune stated, "by telling everyone how proud I am of them. I don't think we've ever fought that well before. Well, except for Pyrhha."

"I'm sorry..." she said, and bowed, "but I've never had a team I could rely on before..."

"All... right..." Nora sheepishly asked, "If you're not mad, why do you look like?.."

"He tasted something sour." Ren voiced.

"It's..."

"Our team attacks... wasn't it..." Pyrrha voiced, "I'm... I'm so sorry..."

"No..." Jaune stated, "We were doing so well before I called out the attacks..."

"Then perhaps that was out mistake?" Ren asked.

"But?.." Jaune asked, "It works for RWBY?"

"Okay... but?.." Nora asked, "how did Ren know... when you?.."

"Because his heart yet belongs to another." Ren stated.

"He was drawing Ren's attention to her." Pyrrha added, "The why was not as important."

"Okay..." Nora asked, "You wanted to point her out to Ren, so he could stop her?.."

"Did you not hear our instructions?" Ren asked her with a smile, "Our leader was quite specific."

"I was?" Jaune asked.

"You told us we did not have to win." Ren quipped.

"He... what?.." Nora asked.

"My goal was not to defeat her." Ren stated, "My goal was to frustrate her."

"Ooo-kaayy..." Jaune voiced, "That does sound like something I would say."

"Indeed." Ren said with glee. "It was quite a successful strategy." Ren added.

"Okay?" Nora asked, "But what about me and the lightning."

Jaune simply looked at her for a moment. "Nora?"

"Yes, Leader?" she asked.

"Whenver we're in a fight?" Jaune continued.

"Yes?" Nora asked.

"You should always make your way to the lightning."

"That is a wise strategy." Ren quipped.

"It is..." Pyrrha nervously voiced, "Electric." She then let out a giggle.

#rwby #firen lhain #faunus au #pollinated knight au

[mint-yooxgi]

Obsession - Prologue

Yandere AU - Part of the EXO Obsession Series

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Smut (In later chapters)

Pairing: EXO OT9 X Reader (with a particular focus on X-EXO)

Words: 3,002

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: On the sixth day of ficmas, Jackie gave to me~ So I know this technically isn’t what was originally scheduled to be posted, but life caught up with me and since I already had this finished, I figured you guys could enjoy this as the update instead! I do really hope you all like this one, as I have a lot planned for this series. Without further ado, feedback is always greatly appreciated, enjoy lovelies!

Next

Walking into the base in the early evening, you’re greeted by a few of your coworkers. They either wave slightly or nod in your direction as you walk past, heading straight for the mission quarters near the back of the building for your next assignment.

You work for the company EXO, under the Supernatural Mutations department which is in-charge of taking care of variants found throughout the city, as well as nulling any types of threats that may occur which could harm the civilian population. This force includes humans, as well as certain supernatural beings. It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it.

Ever since about fifteen years ago, supernaturals have made their presences known to the human population, and after a war which lasted five years, both sides came to an agreement to live in peace and harmony, as they once were. However, there are still rogues out there whom love to cause havoc, and bring harm to the civilian population of both humans and supernaturals alike.

This is where your team comes in. Whenever there is a serious threat, your team is sent in to take care of it. Whether it be a murderous vampire, a feral werewolf, or even a rogue mutant, you’ve seen it all. However, your biggest challenge currently seems to be a witch whom is hellbent on bringing down your strike team.

She seems to hold a grudge against all ten members of your team for taking down her coven a few months back after learning of their schemes to assassinate the world council leaders at their yearly conference in Busan. Clearly, she has some unresolved issues of not being able to move on.

One thing that’s frustrating though, is that you have yet to take her down. No matter how hard you work to catch her, and end her evil plots, she always manages to escape at the last second.

One thing that you’ve always appreciated about your job is that it doesn’t discriminate. Since supernaturals are allowed to work on the team, they simply add to the prowess and skill of the whole. You’re grateful for many of your coworkers, for you don’t know where you’d be without them.

Before you can even raise your hand to knock on the mission’s office door, an alarm blares to life, red lights beginning to flash all around the base.

“That’s not good,” you mutter, more to yourself than anything.

You nearly stumble back as the door in front of you gets flung open and your team begins to run out. Seeing you standing there, Jongin stops in his tracks long enough to grip your wrist and begin dragging you along with them.

“What’s going on?” You question, being pulled into the weapons room as six of them begin to gear up while the other three grab their tool kits. You begin to suit up as well, able to see the seriousness of the situation already.

“Shelly is on the move again,” Minseok informs you as he begins to lead the way to the bunker where all the vehicles are stored.

“Apparently, she just set off a large scale explosion, trapping about a hundred civilians inside a warehouse,” Sehun adds, slinging his bow onto his back as he exits the weapons room.

“She sent out an announcement minutes ago saying that she’s going to cast a spell over the city within the next ten minutes which will ‘shed light on everyone once and for all,’ so we need to hurry,” Junmyeon adjust his earpiece as you all make it to the bunker.

“Give me more details on the way,” you say, hearing the engine of the hovercraft start up as the gate lowers for you all to enter inside. “Let’s get this bitch once and for all.”

“Right,” you hear them all say as you enter the hovercraft.

On the way over to the warehouse, you discuss your plan of action with your strike team, consisting of Jongin, Jongdae, Junmyeon, Chanyeol, Baekhyun, and Sehun. Yixing, Minseok, and Kyungsoo will all remain in the hovercraft, scanning the area for potential threats, as well as making sure the civilians get out safely while no rogues escape.

Each member of your team has a certain specialty, each having a specific role to play. Yixing is the pilot, as well as the certified medic. Minseok and Kyungsoo are the tech specialists, while the rest of you are the infiltration and strike team, each with your own unique abilities.

Chanyeol is a fire sprite, meaning he has the ability to manipulate heat and flames. Jongin can teleport, and is usually very good at getting out of tricky situations unharmed. Jongdae is a thunder kitsune who can control lightning, but is also a master strategist. Sehun is an incredible marksman with a bow, while Baekhyun is a skilled swordsman who can handle any blade. Junmyeon, a vampire, is particularly skilled at hand to hand combat, while your specialty is guns. You’re also the leader of this band of misfits, of which you couldn’t ask for a better team.

You’ve taught them a lot of what they know as you were the one to train most of them when they first arrived to EXO. You’ve saved their lives countless times, and they’ve saved yours. You wouldn’t trade them for anything, and you know that they feel the same way.

“Alright, everyone, switch your earpieces to channel five,” you say, noticing how they immediately do as told. “We begin the drop down on my signal.”

Receiving nods from your team, Yixing flies in closer to the roof of the building, but not before making sure to activate the cloaking mechanism. Once you’re close enough, you lift your mask over the bottom half of your face, and nod.

The hatch opens, and you give your hand signals for the first team to drop, watching as Junmyeon, Jongin, and Baekhyun all drop down to the roof. The next team to follow is Jongdae and Chanyeol, followed shortly by you and Sehun.

Feeling your feet hit the roof, you begin to move over to your respective point of entrance with Sehun, seeing the others do the same. With a final nod from you, the seven of you enter through separate hatches on the roof, your plan being to converge in the centre, the spot in which the most power is emanating from.

Entering into the darkness of the warehouse, you’re quick to switch on the small light that’s attached to your gun. What little light from the hatch above you does nothing to make the hallway you’re in more visible.

Hearing Sehun drop down beside you, you give the all clear to start moving, hearing the others through your earpiece also beginning to make their way through the warehouse after maintaining a clear coast.

With Sehun at your side, you quickly clear the section of the warehouse you’ve assigned to yourselves, letting the others know through your communication pieces. A few minutes later reveals their sections all clear as well.

Your brow furrows slightly as you continue to make your way through the warehouse. So far, you haven’t ran into anyone, which is concerning, considering you were informed of the many hostages that have been taken. You thought you would have at least ran into someone, or at least another enemy working for Shelly.

Rounding the corner with your gun raised, you come cross the stairwell that will lead you down towards the main area where Shelly supposedly is supposedly hiding out. 

With a quick nod to Sehun, you begin to descend the stairs.

Your brow furrows even further when you hear the faintest whisper of your name on the air, followed by a distinct laugh which can only belong to the witch in question. You’re getting a sneaking suspicion that this may be a trap.

“Viper, Null, have you come across any variants yet?” You hear Junmyeon’s voice through your earpiece.

“None,” you reply.

“What about you guys? Chen, Loey?” Sehun inquires as you reach the bottom of the stairs.

“Nothing yet, which is surprising,” Jongdae’s voice rings through, the others humming their agreement.

“You guys, I’m getting a bad feeling about this,” Yixing’s voice can be heard, followed by some static.

“Be careful, the radar is glitching, so I can’t get a read on the inside of the warehouse anymore,” Kyungsoo adds, and you can hear Minseok fumbling with something the background.

“Seems like most of our detection equipment is malfunctioning,” Minseok grumbles.

“What’s everyone’s position currently?” Your voice is heard as you round another corner, gun raised.

“Closing in on the meeting point,” Jongin tells you, and you hear a grunt of confirmation come from Chanyeol, signifying they’re also close.

You can faintly see streams of light beginning to come from down the hallway, and off to the right. You know the main area is just around the corner, so you switch off your flashlight, putting your hand up to halt Sehun in his tracks. Following your lead, he presses his back to the wall beside you, waiting for your signal.

“We’re ready, just give us the signal,” Jongin says lowly.

“Ready when you are, captain,” Jongdae adds, and you know that they’re all in position now, surrounding the room you’re peeking into.

You can faintly see the outline of a figure standing in the centre of the room, their back turned to you. They seem to be chanting something under their breath as a massive swirl of energy begins to grow in front of them, shifting the air in the room.

“What is that?” Baekhyun gasps.

“I don’t know, but I don’t like the feeling I’m getting from it,” Junmyeon replies, causing you to hum in agreement.

Your eyes cautiously scan the entirety of the room, not seeing anyone else in sight. You furrow your brow once more in confusion. You thought there were hostages in this situation, but it no longer seems you have to worry about any civilian casualties. Looks like it was just a plan to lure you out here to the warehouse.

“Looks like she hasn’t noticed us yet,” Sehun observes, watching how Shelly seems to be focusing all her attention on the growing mass of energy in front of her.

“Okay, Suho, Kai, Guan, approach from the centre,” you instruct. “Loey, Chen, left side. Null and I will take the right.”

Small sounds of approval are heard as you all begin to slowly approach Shelly from behind, weapons raised. As you get closer, you can hear her voice growing louder in her chanting, until she suddenly stops.

Immediately raising a hand with a closed fist, you halt all movements of your team, waiting to see what she does next. However, what you don’t expect is for her to start laughing maniacally.

“How nice of you to finally join me,” she turns to face the seven of you, and so badly do you want to wipe that grin right off of her face.

“Yeah, thanks for the invitation,” Chanyeol scoffs, flames appearing in both his hands as he holds them at his sides, squaring his shoulders as he prepares to lunge into an attack at your command.

“Well, I had to do something that would grab your attention, and not one of your measly little subordinates,” she chuckles, tossing some of her hair over her shoulder in the process.

“Just go ahead and make this easier for all of us,” Junmyeon says, locking gazes with her. “Surrender.”

“Oh, but then where’s the fun in that?” She hums, tilting her head slightly to the side in a mocking fashion.

“Saves you the humiliation of getting your ass kicked,” Sehun smirks, raising his bow more fully to take aim at her chest.

“That’s a nice thought, but I don’t think so,” she responds, eyes flicking towards where you’re standing. “I’m not the one who’s going to lose today.”

“You sound so sure of yourself,” you reply, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Once I finish this spell, I know I’ll have nothing to fear,” she counters, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “You’ve taken everything from me. Everything. Now, it’s time for my revenge.”

With those words, she springs into action, moving her arms in a sweeping motion and sending the seven of you flying across the room. You hit the wall with a loud smack, the others getting scattered throughout.

In an instant, Shelly is in front of you, a deadly smirk on her features. Before you can raise your gun to take aim, she’s flinging it out of your hands, pinning your arms to the wall using magic as she lifts you by your throat with her one hand.

“Soon, you’ll know what it feels like to have nothing,” she snarls, tightening her grip around your throat, making you gasp slightly for air.

“Let her go,” Jongin snarls from behind her, and you barely manage to shake your head at the six of them who now stand in a semi-circle in front of you.

“One wrong move and I’ll crush her throat,” Shelly threatens, causing the men before you to hesitate slightly.

While her focus is on them, you manage to move your arm close enough to your side and slide out your switchblade from your pants’ pocket. Your arms may be pinned to the wall beside you, but you can still slide them for side to side. Some witch she’s supposed to be, can’t even pin you properly. Well, she was never the strongest, or smartest, of her coven.

In the instant it takes for you to lock eyes with him, Jongin teleports beside Shelly, sending a quick punch to her side. This causes her hold to loosen on you just enough to free your airway properly, but serves to distract her long enough to break her magical hold on you.

Moving swiftly, you lunge at her, burying your switchblade into her chest and causing her to stumble back a bit. She holds a hand up to her wound, blood slipping through her fingertips as she attempts to stop the bleeding.

Instead of panicking, seeing as she’s been injured and is now surrounded by the seven of you, she laughs. A grin pull at her features as her eyes become crazed.

“Now you’ve done it,” she jeers, as a rumble sounds off to the side.

The giant energy sphere begins to swirl faster, catching all of your attention. It begins to flash different colours, expanding and contracting as tendrils of energy swirl and flare around it. You hear Shelly chanting one final line, and your eyes widen. You need to stop her before the spell is completed.

Lunging at her, you’re quick to put her in a headlock. Junmyeon is the first to react, racing over and ripping her heart from her chest. Her body slumps in your hold, eyes now void of life.

However, this only seems to cause the massive ball of energy to become unstable, swirling faster as it begins to shake the entire building. You can hear the worried voices of Kyungsoo, Minseok, and Yixing in your ears asking what’s going on, but you’re all too distracted to answer, concerned with how you’re going to make it out alive.

Just as you open your mouth to speak, a bright light blinds you, causing you to bring your hands up to block the flash, dropping Shelly’s body to the floor in the process. You get thrown backwards once more, eyes closed as the sphere shoots out beams of energy, tearing through the building wherever it makes contact.

You can hear the six men with you grunting, hearing as they get hit with something, getting thrown backwards just like you shortly afterwards. You worry for their safety, but you can’t do anything at the moment.

It takes about two minutes for the light to die down, and some dust to settle around you. Blinking, you manage to clear your vision enough to take in the damage around you. Luckily, it isn’t as bad as you thought it to be, sounding much worse than it is.

Looking around, you spot the six men on the ground surrounding you. They groan slightly as they stand up, a few of them rubbing their heads as they get shakily back onto their feet.

“What in the hell was that?” Baekhyun groans, blinking a few times to clear his vision.

“I have no idea, but is everyone okay?” Junmyeon asks, eyes briefly scanning everyone for injuries.

“Was I the only one who got hit with something, or did you guys feel it, too?” Jongin voices, running a hand through his already ruffled hair.

“I think we all got hit,” Sehun mutters, dusting off his jacket before picking up his fallen bow.

“Not me,” you mumble, to which they hum in acknowledgement. You take this time to look over them carefully, making sure they’re all okay. You also allow your gaze to travel over the room one last time as you say these next words, “it looks like our radios are broken. We need to get out of here and contact-“

You cut yourself off as you inhale sharply, eyes widening slightly as you take in six new, yet familiar figures now standing on a ledge in front of you, looking down at your small group.

The others, noticing your stare, furrow their brows in confusion as they turn to look at what you’re currently so fixated on. Their eyes widen, and a few gasps escape their lips as they take in themselves standing on the ledge. Only, the six new figures seem to be wearing slightly different outfits. However, they all seem to have their gazes fixated solely on you.

“Aw, leaving us so soon, sweetheart?” One of them calls out, grins tugging at all their lips as a shiver runs down your spine. “The party’s only just begun.”

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