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makeyoumine69 · 1 year

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All I Want for Christmas Is You

● Pairing: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

● Summary: You and Patrick need to get ready for the upcoming Christmas party, but suddenly your preparation turns out into something spicy.

● Warnings: 18+/ NSFW as always! │fluff (kinda), teasing, nipple play, body worship, finger sucking, sensual blowjob with titjob & handjob, fingering, biting and marking, sweet dirty talk, heavy daddy kink, praise kink, sassy reader vs sassy Patrick, cum play & swallowing (a lot of cum coz that's me lol), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, pet names.

● Wordcount: 3.4k

● A/N: This is gonna be my final fic for this year, I hope you like it! 👉👈 P.S. When I came here 3 months ago I didn't expect my writing to get any attention! I want to thank everyone who supports me-it means a lot, and I love you all!💕

● Useful links: │Main Masterlist│ │My fav AP Christmas edit│

The Christmas frenzy was in full swing as there were only a few days left before the most magical day of the year. Pierce & Pierce was organizing its annual Christmas Party, and you were lucky to be a part of this “joyous occasion”. But to be honest–you were not happy about it at all, as you didn’t like to be surrounded by self-absorbed Wall Street yuppies for a long time. Unfortunately, you had no choice but to accept Patrick’s invite as you knew how important this event was for him–for his ego to be specific.

“(Y/N), how long are you going to sit out there?” Bateman’s irritated voice resounded through the bathroom door as you were sitting in the tub, trying to relax.

“Uh… Just a few minutes!”

Suddenly, you heard the door open as he came in, grumping even louder: “Few minutes was almost an hour ago!” “What?”

“Stop pretending, Sweetie,” Patrick nearly growled, frowning all the time as he was drilling your back with his angry gaze. “It’s almost 3 p.m. and you haven’t even tried on any of your new dresses! What are you even thinking?!”

Damn, he seemed to be furious–you thought, turning around to see him standing near the door, with a scowl on his face and his shirt sleeves rolled up. “Okay! I’m almost done.”

“Just so you know–we need to be at Paul Allen’s house in 4 hours.”

“I remember! You don’t have to repeat it all the time, better give me a towel please,” you asked him, extending your hand. “And who is Paul Allen, anyway?”

“Oh… You don’t need that information,” Patrick stated sternly, wrapping a white towel around your body. “Just trust me it’s a very important event.”

Smiling, you let him gently pull you out of the bath, enjoying each second of being trapped in his muscular arms. “But why?” pleased with yourself for being so bratty, you didn’t even touch the floor when you felt a harsh slap on your ass. That itching sensation made you flinch in his hands as you howled unhappily: “T-that was completely unnecessary..”

“I don’t agree,” he placed you on the ground in front of the sink, turning away from you as he was about to leave. “Sometimes, I think you may even like it. That’s why you behave like a brat, dont’cha?”

“Who knows?” You chuckled in return before you leaned on the sink, arching your back and slightly swaying your hips.

Hiding his hands into the pockets of his elegant pants, Patrick couldn't help but let out a gasp while his eyes were ravenously traveling around your pretty shape; the picture of you, standing so seductively in front of him, expelled all his current thoughts as he couldn't even make a move.

“(Y/N)...” He called out your name in a suddenly raspy voice.

“Mmmhm?” You rejoined and looked at him while rubbing a body lotion over your cleavage. “Patrick, what is it?”

“Relax, Princess,” he murmured softly, watching your hands sliding against your wet skin. “Just wanted to say–how beautiful you are.”

After these words, Bateman gave you his most cocky smile before he pushed off from the wall, disappearing into his bright bedroom.

For a moment, you stood still, feeling your heart flutter from his unexpected but sweet compliment. Not that he didn’t say such things at all, but Patrick was that type of man who liked to be praised rather than to praise someone else. Wrapped in your thoughts, you came back to your skin routine as the clock was ticking and you still had so many things to finish.

You eventually finished your routine and left the bathroom to collect the dresses you needed to try on, which were carefully sitting on racks in his bedroom.

“Oh Gosh…” you looked over them, gliding a hand across the expensive fabric of one dress. “How am I supposed to make a choice?”

You heard his sassy chuckle behind your back and then, his hot breath brushed against your neck as he was about to press a gentle kiss. Snorting discreetly, you allowed him to encircle your waist and press against his firm frame; this innocent physical contact coaxed a muffled moan to fall from your parted lips, especially when Patrick rolled his hips against your ass to make you feel his rock-like hardness.

“You’re not gonna make it easier, right?” you tried to laugh it off, sensing his kisses going lower by the second. “Damn, these dresses must cost a fortune.”

Suddenly, Patrick stopped his assault on your neck and after leaving a sensual hickey on your shoulder, he whispered: “You don’t need to think about it. How many times did I tell you?” he squeezed your buttocks, pulling you tighter to his chest. “Are you going to start trying them on?”

“Uh-huh,” you muttered, playing with the collar of his shirt to tease him. “But first, I need to take care of this big problem in your pants,” in confirmation of your words, you palmed his hard groin, not losing eye contact even for a second and watching his lips curl into a voiceless moan. “Don’t you think?”

“Princess…” Bateman growled, holding you closer as he pushed himself into your palm.

“That means ‘yes’, I suppose?”

Hot and bothered, Patrick gave you a stare full of lust before he snuggled into your neck to leave a tangible bite on your soft skin and whispered: “That can mean whatever you want, baby.”

“Mm-mh, Daddy….” You whined into his ear as you started to grind against his hard bulge, feeling the growing need inside your womb along with the slickness between your legs.

The way you called him, closing your eyes as you were about to lose yourself right here and right now–encouraged him to lift you like a feather and moved towards his bed, kissing your face, neck, and cleavage wherever he could, while his brawny hands were exploring your mouth-watering hips.

Thrilled, Patrick sat on the edge of his big bed, his hands still worshiping all your pretty curves as he couldn't get enough of your body–that was literally beyond his power. Gently, you pushed him to lean on his elbows as you were about to undo his belt and his pants. Burning with impatience, Bateman looked down at you with how your hands were working on freeing his painfully hard cock, and then, he let out a muffled groan when your wet tongue finally contacted his hot flesh.

“Arghhk-keep going, girl,” Patrick snarled in a low voice, throwing his head back from the way your lips were playing with his blushing tip, licking off all his pre-cum from it. “You look like a sexy little angel with your mouth wrapped around me like this…”

Each word he said–every single one, was awakening something crazy inside of your gut as he was the only one who could appeal to your primal instincts and free your mind completely.

“I love how you taste, Daddy…” you mewled, taking a quick break. “Do you want to cum on my boobies?”

Innocently, you looked at him from under your lashes whilst your hands were undoing a white robe you were wearing, and then Bateman had to bite his lower lip from the open sight of your exposed breasts as his mouth was uncontrollably watering.

“I wanna taste these little sweet peaks of yours,” Patrick stated as he sat up with no delay, pushing his heated face against your tits and latching his mouth around your tight nipple.”

“A-awww! Mmmp-please, take both of them,” whining, you tilted your head and arched your back to make him more comfortable before your loud moan echoed in your head as he did what you were asking for. “Y-you’re going to make me… Pass out with p-pleasure… aaa-aahhh.”

Shaking like a leaf, you were briskly stroking his dick and running your fingers through his now fluffy hair with your other hand; the feeling Patrick was giving to you, suckling both of your nipples with his large palms encircled around your sensitive boobs, made you see stars and your legs got weak, so you had to lean against him for support.

“Baby, we just started…” Batman exhaled lustfully, burying his face in the hollow between your breasts, and then he continued his ministrations by taking them into his mouth one by one. “Mmm-hm, can’t get enough of these delicious boobs.”

“Pat… Patty, I love your mouth so much…” Whimpering, you wrapped your both hands around his head, pushing your fingers through his messy brown hair.

“And that’s all?” he paused and looked up at you, as you were sitting on his lap, burning his skin with your body heat. “You only like my mouth?”

His unhappy expression almost made you laugh–so grumpy and cute at the same time; you couldn't help but pinch his right cheek before you kissed his lips to shush his upcoming outrage.

“Oh, Daddy… How silly sometimes you can be!” You murmured, tracing a finger against his soft lips.

“Don’t test my kindness, little one…”

“Believe me or not, but I want to test something else…”

With a light but demanding push on his chest, you compelled him to rest on his elbows again, while you got down on your knees. First, you let yourself enjoy the feeling of his tight muscles, gliding your hands all around his perfect torso and paying extra attention to the notable vein under his navel by pressing a wet kiss on it, and then you leaned over to his groin, leaving behind a trail of sloppy pecks. Huffing, Bateman leaned up a bit to see you playing with his fully erected cock; you were swirling your tongue around his tip before you placed his dick between your breasts, rubbing them against it–this scene forced a loud groan to erupt from his mouth as he fell back on the bed, sensing himself on the verge of self-control.

“Fuck… P-Princes…” he cursed and pressed a hand to his forehead, as the friction your boobs were making felt mind-blowing. “Don’t work too hard, doll… I still need to… To f-fuck you.”

“Whatever you say, Daddy.” You gave him a cunning smirk before you took his swollen tip into your mouth as you kept brushing your tits against his hard length, squeezing them to make the physical contact even more intense.

Consumed by passion, you were moaning around his hot flesh, bobbing your head up and down at a quick pace and leaving him no chance but to close his eyes from overwhelming bliss and then, Patrick had to cling to his knee as he was watching his thick cock sliding between your juicy boobies.

“Damn, I’mma cum if you don’t stop… A-aggh, b-baby…” He muffled through his gritted teeth as he was so close to reaching his high.

Swiping his swollen tip with your tongue, you looked at him to tease him even more: “We both know you don’t want me to stop, do you, Daddy?”

With that said, you suddenly change your strategy of making him lose his mind, as you let go of your breasts to palm his heavy sac and massage them while your swollen lips were slipping along his full length. Drooling like a fucking fountain, you allowed his disk to thrust deep inside your mouth–you could feel it with the back of your throat; that harsh stretching sensation caused your eyes to water and your hands to claw at his legs.

Meanwhile, Patrick was about to go into full feral mode, chasing his release as if his life depended on it. “What a bratty needy girl…” groaning, Bateman grabbed a handful of your hair as he was about to combust from the inflaming lust. “Ahh… Are you gonna drain every drop of cum out of me?”

“Mmm-hm, yes!” nearly sobbing, you sped up your actions and looked into his dark eyes, rubbing his cock and balls at the same time. “Cum for me, Daddy… Cover me with your cream!”

With a guttural loud sound, Patrick squeezed his hands into fists as the level of stimulation was at its peak, coaxing his thick shaft to throb into your grip and paint your boobs white. Tilting your head, you arched your back, letting his hot seed spread all over your clavicle and run down between your breasts.

Breathing heavily, Bateman removed his slightly wet traces from his face–little drops of sweat were flowing off his tense forehead. “Mmm-my sugar Princess… Made Daddy feel so good…” Patrick crooned as he smirked, patting your head and watching you licking his hot cum off your fingers.

“I enjoyed every second,” you nuzzled against his large palm when he stroked your face before you got up a bit to press your fingers to his lips which were coated with his warm liquid. “However, I didn’t expect you to let us spend our precious time on things like this...”

Without breaking eye contact, Bateman took your soaked digits into his mouth, sucking them and letting out a moan of pleasure that sent an avalanche of goosebumps down your spine. “Well, for such things–I can always find any time… But, baby, please don’t tell me you’re gonna spend another hour in the bathroom?”

Grinning, you caught his lips with yours and that was more than a kiss, as the taste of your different liquids mixed, induced you both to tremble and gasp. “Sorry, Daddy… But I need to have a shower, if only you have something interesting to offer instead…”

Humming to himself, Patrick nodded and pulled you closer to plant a painful hickey on your neck. “You think you’re bold enough to play with me like that, little one? Why do I even need to suggest something when I can simply have my way with you?”

The moment Bateman suddenly squashed your buttocks, a pitiful wail fell from your plump lips and that only spurred him to tighten his grip on you but then; Patrick turned you around, with your back pressed against his bare chest, your legs resting on his wide-open knees. When he touched the thin fabric of your underwear, a loud whimper resonated against the walls of his white bedroom as you couldn't control how your body was reacting to his every move.

“A-awww... Pat-mmmhm.” Wrapping your hand around his neck, you moaned into his ear when he moved your wet panties to the side and slipped a finger into your needy pussy.

Watching you quivering in his arms, Bateman sat more comfortably on the edge of his bed, opening you up even more whilst he was peppering small kisses along your cheekbone. “I don’t think you’ll need them anymore…”

With that said, he ripped off your underwear before he added one more finger, sending you almost over the edge with how he was stimulating your most sensitive spot.

“Your fingers… You have such l-long… Fingers,” resting your head on his broad shoulder you let him finger fuck you as deep as he wanted to. “Can I cum… P-please?”

“Please, who?”

“Please… D-Daddy…”

“Mmmhm,” he mumbled in a raspy voice, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head as you were about to burn out like a match right into his arms, because the pleasure became simply unbearable. “You just need a firm hand to know your place... Dont’cha, baby?”

Shivering, you nodded so vigorously in response as right now you were in desperate need of his “hand” as your inner muscles began to spasm around his skillful digits; your toes were curling erratically and your peaks became so tight you thought they would explode, not to mention when Patrick pinched one of them, rolling it between his fingers.

“Aa-aah, mm-my… G-god,” your miserable attempts to pronounce something ended up being cut off by his hot mouth as Bateman was kissing you hungrily, consuming your tongue whilst his fingers were twisting inside you, extending your vivid orgasm. “P-Patrick… Aww-www…”

Ruined and conquered, you gave him an innocently begging glance and he read it right away: “I know baby, I know…”

Encircling your waist, Patrick pressed his forehead against yours as he continued his sweet attack on your overstimulated cleft, stretching your inner channel as he would not let you rest even for a second.

It didn't take long for you to cum again–his experienced fingers knew their job too well; you had no chance from the very beginning. Fidgeting around his knees, you had to cling to one of them from how your body was shaking, your ravenous moans were all that Bateman could hear at that moment as he was gently kissing your neck, holding your waist to keep you in one place.

“Such a good girl for Daddy,” after you went limp into his powerful arms, he slipped his fingers out of your bruised pussy. Copying your previous move, he pushed his digits into your mouth to clean them up, and then he locked his lips on yours and it seemed like you were so far away from returning from your high. “This is the best gift for Christmas I could ever dream of…”

Lost, you were feeling yourself so light-headed that you couldn't even acknowledge what Bateman had just said–he could not know it, probably that’s why he chose exactly this moment to tell you such frank words–but that was another story.

Within hours, you were almost done with your look for the upcoming evening and the only thing you had left to do was clasp a golden necklace, which Patrick had gifted you specifically for this event. Finishing the last details of your makeup, you winked at your reflection in the mirror and left the bathroom after that.

When you entered his living room, you saw him, standing near his vast collection of musical tapes as he seemed to look for something. Mesmerized by his marvelous appearance, you stayed behind and admired how insanely beautiful this man was: starting with his perfect side profile and ending with his delicious ass, goddamn–you let out a sigh full of adoration when you heard his velvet voice: “Look who’s here,” he chuckled, looking over you from head to toe and grinning happily. “(Y/N), you look sensational.”

A bit embarrassed, you smiled with your eyes, coming closer to ask him for help: “Can you please assist me with this clasp?” You turned around beside him, exposing your neck for better access.

Gently, Patrick did what you asked, not forgetting to press a soft kiss against the mark on your skin he’d left some moments ago; it was barely visible, but not for him.

Heart-warmed, you turned around and nuzzled your nose against his before saying: “Much appreciated.”

“You’re welcome, Princess,” Patrick replied, strolling away to pick up his Rolex watch from the coffee table. “I hope that was the last thing you had to finish, cause we need to leave out right now, if we don’t want to be late… But it seems like we will be late, anyway.”

Amused, you were watching him going back and forth, fixing his elegant Valentino suit–only now, you noticed Bateman chose the tie to tone your dress, and that just finished you.

A bit later, when you were standing near the door to his apartment, Patrick helped you to put on your coat when you suddenly asked him a cocky question: “So, are you going to tell me more about the guy who’s hosting this party? Why him?”

First, you heard his tired sigh but then he responded: “It was a decision of my colleagues,” he wore his black leather gloves and continued. “Why are you even asking?”

“Just want to know more about the man who triggers you.” You expressed with no hidden meaning, opening the door and looking back at him.

“What did you just say?” He rejoined in a suddenly stern voice.

“What?” A bit confused, you look into his furious eyes, not understanding what was wrong with your words.

“Mmm, we'll leave that for later.” Patrick declared, wrapping his hand around your waist while he was locking the door.

“I said something I shouldn't have?”

“You’ll contemplate on all these matters after the party,” he said suspiciously with a hint of danger. “Well, if your brain will still have its ability to function after the things that I plan to do with you. And Merry Christmas, by the way.”

Swallowing hard, you looked at the reflection in an elevator door, spotting the devilish smirk on Bateman’s face. “M-Merry Christmas to you too,” you took a sharp breath, feeling the uprising thrill in your chest. “Patrick…”

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look-at-the-stars-tonight · 1 month

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I have more thoughts about Chalice of the Gods

When I was getting through the first hundred pages or so I was a little :/ prob because I’m getting back into the books over a decade later and I had Expectations that I didn’t have as a kid. You could have thrown anything at me and I would have been DELIGHTED just to hear more of Percy’s story. I think the nostalgia factor was actually kind of a negative for me because I kept getting mad at the modern references and how low the stakes seemed to be. I did see a post about how it was good that Rick kept the books at whatever time he wrote them (in terms of references) because it’s literally just like the olympians growing and modernizing. You can’t stay stuck in the past. And I think keeping that perspective in mind will make rereads a lot more fun.

The low stakes seemed to bother me just because we’re so used to seeing Percy in horrible world ending situations and we just got out of HOO. But he really did deserve a break and it was helpful with developing his characterization

I didn’t expect the books to make me feel so emotional! I’ve been out of the horrifying college admissions process for a while now. But the questions he was wrestling with were very universal. At this point he’s accepted that the gods are what they are. There’s not much he can do to change them. He has to focus on himself and his future. And I am a little disappointed that his goals all seem to be around Annabeth. Like I love them but also he’s going to new Rome JUST for her it seems. But also when I was in high school I decided to go to college because that’s what Everyone Does right. I didn’t know trade school was an option. Feeling a little bit like ur life is on a set path and your choices are controlled by other people a bit was at least part of my high school experience. But also from a story perspective it does make sense that he wants to stick with Annabeth! They’ve been through a ridiculous amount together.

Sally having a kid and the emotions that it brought up was also a good way to show that transitional period between leaving home and starting a new life. Your parents are going to move on and do their own thing and their lives won’t revolve around you anymore. Also in general the whole Paul/sally/percy/annabeth dynamic was fucking amazing. The way Paul and sally accepted Annabeth into their lives and how happy they all are is what she fucking deserves!!

I think the end is what really got me. Some of it felt really silly and I did absolutely roll my eyes when Percy told the god he loved him and hugged him. But also him ACCEPTING that he would likely get old was so cathartic. This is a boy who was supposed to die at 16. And barely escaped death again after having his memories wiped and falling into fucking Tartarus. Hes never gotten a break and hes said, in multiple books, that he expects to die very young. This is the first time he says ‘wait I might survive this. I might get old and if I do it’ll be by Annabeth and Grover’s side.’ Percy fucking Jackson who has been the subject of COUNTLESS prophecies, who is reminded time and time again that he isn’t supposed to exist, even by people that he loves, (that was a lil mean of u in the intro Poseidon) CHOOSES to accept that he might get old. Like of course this boy doesn’t have much of a plan for his life yet other than ?? Follow Annabeth?? When has he gotten a chance to think about it!

This is something I did project upon a bit because I didn’t except to live to 18! Or 20! Or 22! And it’s only now at 24 that I’m starting to Accept that I might be here a little longer than I expected and now I have to Plan Accordingly. Like I have to learn these stupid life skills and figure out what I Want from my life now. And unlike Percy, I’m a little angry about it lol because I never expected to have this problem!! But, I too, am slowly accepting that time on earth is a gift or whatever. At the very least I’m stuck here for the foreseeable future so I might as well use it to learn who I am. I GUESS. In my life, Death has always been this ever-present choice I could take if things got a little too tough and I don’t know if that door will ever fully close but I have been dragged away from it kicking and screaming so. Might as well stick around. I’m still a little bitter about it honestly but I’ll get over it. I have to learn how to COOK guys. How fucked up is that. To care about the mundane all of a sudden??

Anyways. I doubt that’s the metaphor Rick was going for, it was probably more of a ‘your childhood ends! You’re gonna get older and that’s a good thing’ instead of a ‘one day you might not have killed yourself and you’ll realize that you’re actually stuck living this life and you gotta learn to fucking deal with it.’

Ok I could go on for hours so this is the last thing. Percy’s conversation with Poseidon, about how small waves are the ones that matter the most, REALLY resonated with me. Like I think I teared up at two parts of this book, the old age part and the conversation with between them at the end. It’s really easy to convince yourself that the way you alter your life is through Sweeping All-Consuming Change where you move to a different continent and begin anew. Unfortunately, through bitter experience, I’ve learned that’s not how things fucking work. Changing your surroundings does lead to new experiences but it doesn’t make ur problems go away! I moved halfway across the state and got what I genuinely believe is the best job on earth and I. Still have the same issues?? And then I thought ok maybe I was wrong this Wasn’t the best job I just need to find one that’s Better but that’s. Not how things work.

This is getting away from me but basically what I’m trying to say is u can make grand changes and it might fix u for a little while but unfortunately you have to put in the work and do the stupid boring mundane things like go on walks and journal and exercise and do things that scare the fuck out of u to actually change and grow and it’s so goddamn annoying. I should be able to become a different person just by being somewhere else but I can’t.

Wait I’m supposed to be relating this to Percy Jackson. So Percy can go on these life altering world defining quests right. And make all the right choices. But who he is at his core is defined by the choices that he makes when the stakes aren’t that high. When it would be So Easy to walk away from Ganymede and go live his life. And I know some people didn’t like that Poseidon was like ‘this is when I knew you were a hero’ of fucking COURSE he knows Percy has been this hero his whole life. But he’s also this person when there isn’t some prophecy, when he doesn’t have to be, when it’s just a mild inconvenience. It’s easy to talk about changing the world. It’s harder to go out there and take those little baby steps that don’t feel like they matter all that much. He has actually changed the world and just not talked about it but hopefully u get what I’m saying. I just liked that thing about small waves being able to sweep you off your feet when you didn’t expect it ok!! Most change is incremental!!

Ok that’s it. Loved Chalice, will probably enjoy it more on a reread and it resonated with me in ways I didn’t expect.

#chalice of the gods #pjo cotg #percy jackson #tw suicide #this is just how many ever words it is of me projecting on Percy oops #I’m almost hesitant to post cause a. I’m not reading over it b. it’s a lil personal #but also I have work to do so I’m not proofreading #mine

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rusty-phasma · 2 years

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The Sinner

A/N: i don't know if i like it, but it took me long to write and i wanted to upload something for Paul's birthday lol.

Warnings: Daniel treats his wife like shit, miscarriage, Daniel drags Eli though the mud, smut, unprotected sex, please wear protection, stds are no joke, and mommy kink. If you feel like i should add another warning, please let me know.

The movements of the train rocked you while you fought to stay awake, your fingers stroking H.W.'s hair while his head rested in your lap, your head turned to look at your husband who occupied himself reading the paper, you sighed softly and turned to look out the window. You knew you were being brought to put an image, Daniel Plainview is a family man! Look, he has his son and his wife with him! H.W. was in on the action, when you personally thought he shouldn't, the oil industry was no place for a child, but you? You were just eye candy, let's say; your husband was an ambitious man, he only cared about oil.

You had been married for a good 15 years and it hadn't even been your choice really, if you could have chosen you would have probably gone for a man that liked you, but your father had been wanting to marry you for a while and Daniel wanted a family, so at first he did treat you perfectly, you both tried so hard to have a child, nothing happened for a while and Daniel was getting impatient, he made sure you knew he thought it was your fault, but then it happened, you were pregnant and he was pleased. But as it often happens, this happiness was short lived, for you lost the baby before it even had a nervous system, you were home reading when you felt a sting in your belly and started feeling some wetness in your underwear and you had to deal with it on your own, when he got home he found you cradling your now empty belly and crying, he knew immediately what happened and left you there, you didn't know where but you didn't see him until the next day, and things went downhill from there, he was actively trying to get you pregnant but no love was involved so you felt very alone, and then the accident happened and he got stranded with a baby, after which he never touched you again, in that time you had found solace in church, the notion that god works in mysterious ways was somehow like a balm on your wounded soul, despite all the pain you knew God had good things for you. So you were there, everywhere Daniel went when he knew he'd be making deals, he cared too much, after all many did prefer him for his 'family man' image, so you were there, prim and proper, taking care of H. W. whom you loved like a son; if it wasn't for him you wouldn't be able to stand the way Daniel treated you.

Once the train stopped on Little Boston Daniel got up and you gently shook H.W. awake, before getting up and following him, you were thankful that he was gentlemanly enough that he was carrying your bag, for you knew that you would be walking a while before getting to the Sunday Ranch, but your riding pants made it all easier. You didn't know much about what you were doing but you had an idea and knowing your husband, you just hoped Daniel would finish quickly so that you could go back home, your thoughts were interrupted when you came up on a modest house and an old man that was walking towards you, when the old man reached you he shook Daniel's hand and Daniel started introducing you "I am Daniel Plainview, these are my son H.W. and (Y/N) Plainview'' he said gesturing towards you both, and the old man smiled at you "my name is Abel Sunday, how can i help you?" He said turning towards your husband with his hands on his hips "you see, my son is sick, sir" Daniel starts, you know better than to even react to his lie "and the doctors said he needs fresh air, so my wife and i" he says placing his hand on the back of your waist "thought it would be good to bring him camping and hunting quail, and we heard your Ranch is a good place for it" he finished, and after the man offered some food, milk and water to you, bashfully admitting their lack of bread, the man left you with the promise of his son bringing some wood for you to make a fire, and while you were getting everything ready to boil the potatoes a tall lanky boy approached you with his arms full of wood, your husband didn't notice him until he put the wood down on the floor, making him turna around, strangely he didn't say anything right away as the boy wiped his hands of all the wood and when he was done said "my name is Eli" extending one hand to shake your husband's "Yes, you are Eli Sunday" he responds by firmly shaking the boy's hand, you just stay silent, watching the whole thing happen "welcome" the boy simply says as your husband let's go if his hand while he stares at him, not saying a word as the boy turns to H. W. extending his hand towards him, the gesture makes you smile "i'm H.W." he says rather quietly "Eli" the other boy simply says and then he turns towards you, extending his hand towards you "i am (y/n)" you say with a smile, he nods also with a smile and says "pleasure to meet you" he let's go of your hand and continued "you're hunting for quail?" Turning towards Daniel, who kept staring at him as if he was very amused "that's right" he simply said, and the boy replied "we will bring dinner" to which you said "oh i'll help"you turned towards Daniel "i'll help the Sundays while you two hunt" and your husband turned towards you with those cold eyes that would've made you cry if you weren't used to them and said "that's a great idea sweetheart" and you smiled warmly at him as you walked towards the tall boy.

While you were walking towards the small house Eli asked "are you a woman of faith, mrs Plainview?" to which you smiled warmly at him "I am Eli, which reminds me" you replied "is there a church here?" It was his turn to smile warmly "there is!" He replied blushing, he turned shy, you found it sweet "a-and i am the pastor" he added, you put your right arm around his left one "then we will be seeing each other more often!" You said cheerily, he only responded smiling.

Now, Eli was beyond flustered, you were certainly a beautiful woman, yes a bit old for him but he couldn't help himself. He could feel your breast pressed against his arm and he felt so guilty, he was filled with lust and the only thing he hoped was that you wouldn't notice his arousal.

Of course you were baptized by him, you had been baptized when you were an infant, but you had to in order to be able to join the community fully. The day you were baptized was the day Eli knew he was lost, the way that the column of your neck looked when you put your head back, your closed eyes and the look of joy in your face had him entranced, that was the first night Eli spilled himself on his fist, asking for forgiveness for lusting after you. But he wasn’t the only one who was feeling this way. It started with dreams, in the beginning you couldn’t tell who the young man from your wet dreams was, but you started to have them more often and that’s when you realized that the man whimpering your name in your dreams was none other than Eli Sunday, and you felt guilty of course, not just because you wanted Eli while married to Daniel but because of the feelings that started to bloom in your chest, he was younger and he definitely could get himself a nice young -unmarried- woman.

And so the days passed and Eli, ever the observant young man, started seeing Daniel's for who he was, what he couldn't understand was how a good woman such as yourself was married to a man like that one; with each day he grew closer to you until he was your only friend in little Boston, but you hadn't confided in him that your husband didn't love you and that he broke your heart every day with his coldness. But then the accident happened and H.W. lost his hearing, and you stopped going to church as much, Eli understood of course, for all he knew H.W. was your son and you had to take care of him.

One day his sister asked his mother if she could visit H.W. to your house, and Eli took the opportunity to see you, telling his mother that he’d go with is sister to pray for the child, on the way to your house he felt nervous, and once again asked for forgiveness, this time it wasn’t because of his lust, but because he had to admit -mostly to himself- he had deep feelings for Daniel Plainview’s wife.

When he got there Daniel let them in, he had a flask in his hand and reeked of alcohol, it took Eli all he had not to cringe at the smell coming from the man, who left the house to sit beside a man that vaguely resembled him. But the scene he came to took away all thoughts about the men outside -all coherent thoughts, as a matter of fact- H.W. slept peacefully on your lap and all he could think of was that you looked like the virgin Mary, weeping with your child on your lap, beautiful and pure, and the fact that he was very much aroused mixed with his guilt, and his overheated mind came up with the idea that he wanted to be in your lap like that, with your fingers in his hair and your sweet words in his ears; this had him quite confused because the more he thought about it, the more aroused he was. It was his sister who shook him out of his stupor when she went up to you and he was almost annoyed about how easily she broke that beautiful image, but your smile eased his annoyance away, he watched from the doorway how you very gently shook H.W. awake and the love in your eyes as he smiled up to you and got up to greet his own sister. After he prayed for the boy, you asked him and his sister to stay for dinner and seeing as it was supper time already they accepted, so after taking your husband and his brother’s plate outside to them, you all sat at the table.

“I am sorry for not going to church this week Eli, I have been quite busy with H.W.” you looked down and Eli could see the tears starting to form in the dim light “the doctors say he may not be able to hear again” you told him, unable to hold a tear back, which you wiped as soon as it left your eye. While you were a woman of faith you knew that God would not be able to take this ailment away from your son -because even if he was not yours by blood you had raised him- no matter how much Eli tried and wouldn’t want to bother him too much. Eli watched you as you tried to compose yourself “the lord works in mysterious ways, (y/n). Besides, H.W. is an intelligent young man and he has a wonderful mother, i think he will be able to live a good life even without his hearing” his sincere comment made you smile and you wished that he couldn’t see your blush in the dim light of the afternoon “oh Eli, thank you, i just hope you are right and life is good for H.W.” Eli sensed your sadness and tried to drop the subject “thank you for inviting us to dinner (y/n), it has been delicious, but if may ask” he wiped his mouth with a napkin before continuing “why hasn’t Daniel joined us?” he asked and you felt a pang of sadness again “oh, Daniel is spending a lot of time with his brother, they usually have dinner by themselves outside, i am just glad that he found his brother…” you said trying to hide the sadness that this left you with to no avail, Eli noticed and again had to ask God for forgiveness for the jealousy and indignation that filled him, what he wouldn’t do to have dinner every day with you and there he was, ignoring you, he swallowed those emotions and smiled “well i am glad that your husband found his brother as well” after dinner his sister helped you wash the dishes and Eli prayed for H.W. some more after he fell asleep, and after the dishes were done they left.

Some days later you made some baked potatoes and decided it would be nice to share it with the Sundays. On your way there you found Eli all covered in mud walking toward his house, so you decided to approach him, worried about his state, once you reached him you gently called his name out, making him turn around “Eli! What happened? Oh you are all muddy!” you asked “it’s nothing, please don’t worry yourself” he replied to you but you weren't having it “Eli please tell me what happened” you insisted to which he turned fully towards you and looked down, embarrassed and humiliated “i-i went to ask Daniel for the money owed to the third revelation and he-” he sighed, he was really aggravated that you saw him like this “he dragged me through the mud and beat me up…” you gasped and he could see the anger in your eyes “come, let me help you” you said grabbing one of his hands and practically dragging him to your house where H.W. slept, Daniel spent almost all day by his well and it was still pretty early, so there was no danger of him coming home. You set the tub up for a bath, starting to heat water up and wetting a rag so that you could wipe his face, once you were done with the rag you set a chair down by the tub “come, Eli, please sit” he shyly sat on the chair and you set yourself to wipe his face of all the mud, occasionally rewetting the rag and cleaning the mud off of it. While you did all of this, Eli studied you, staring at your face , your eyes focused on removing the mud caked on his face, your mouth set on a stern line and your furrowed brow, and after a few moments, once you were almost done, he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a chaste kiss, swallowing a gasp, once he parted from you he widened his eyes, mirroring yours “i-i’m sorry i don't know what ca-” but you cut him off “it’s alright Eli” you sighed, this was your first kiss in a long time, and it was the most tender you’d had, chaste as it was. And then you thought about the way your husband kissed you, rough and carnal, nothing behind it, you also thought about the way he treated you all the time, Eli took your prolonged silence as a rejection and started getting up when you stopped him by grabbing his hand “kiss me again Eli. please.” you asked and he complied, this time you reciprocated the kiss as gentle as you could, placing one of your hands on Eli’s jaw and the other on his knee, the wet rag long forgotten. His hands went to cup your face, when he licked you lip andyou opened your mouth, deepening the kiss, that’s when you got the idea of gently biting his lip, you didn’t regret it after listening to the sound he made, you pulled away, you had made your mind.

“Eli” you asked, leaving your shyness behind “y-yes?” you took a deep breath before asking “do you want me?” the look on his face was something you would have laughed of if the moment allowed it, so instead you slowly got to your feet, looking down at him “yes, i-i do want you” he said as if he couldn’t believe this was happening ,you smirked at him and walked towards the part of the house where your bed was and sat there waiting for him, lifting your skirts over your knee and crossing your legs, he walked towards you and sat at your feet looking up at you as if you were some kind of goddess, and if you weren’t already aroused you sure as hell were now, and without taking his eyes off you he started kissing your legs, going up until he had to non verbally ask for your permission to lift your dress, getting a nod in return he lifted your skirt as high as it would go with you sitting and continued leaving wet kisses on your heated skin, after a while he grabbed your ankle and gently lifted so that he could kiss the inside of your thighs and your beathing gets heavy at the thought of him being so close to your cunt, as if reading your thoughts he looked up at you nudging you with his nose he then brings his hands that had been caressing your thighs up to your hips, lifting his face “can i…?” He asks and he doesn't have to finish the question for you to know, so you raise your hips for him to remove your underwear, once it is off he leaves a kiss on your thigh and you spread your legs a bit wider so he has space, so he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit, watching your reactions, noticing how you moaned when his tongue passed over your clit, so he did it again, getting the same reaction, so he started licking your clit as if it was his last meal, your hand going up to his hair, holding tightly “E-Eli” you moaned “please put your fingers inside me” and he obeyed, slowly putting two of his fingers inside you, watching as you writhe and moan “Eli” you moaned again “Eli i am going to cum” so he doubled his efforts, sucking lightly on your clit, making you moan louder, he kept sucking and moving his fingers savoring your cum, he then pulled away and got up you looked at him and grabbed his hand, pulling him so he was sitting on the bed, once he sat you got up and stripped off your dress and bra, you noticed with amusement that he looked at you as if he had seen god and wondered if he had ever seen a naked woman, and so you started working on his muddy clothes, slowly removing all of them.

Once he was as naked as you you got on your knees between his legs, looking at him through your lashes you wrapped your hand over his cock and licked from the base to he head, making him moan, so you kept teasing him circling your tongue around his head, tasting his precum, once you were satisfied you put his head inside your mouth and started sucking lightly, his hand went to grip the blanket that covered your bed, this went on for a while, his moans started getting a bit louder and you knew he was close “m-mommy i am so close” and that's when his blood ran cold, he had no idea where that came from, and you were equally as stunned, but for some reason listening to him calling you that sounding so desperate made you feel even more aroused, so you started pumping his cock “is my boy gonna cum? Are you gonna cum for mommy?” You tease him and he moans a broken ‘oh mommy’ and so you return to bobbing your head on his length until he stops you “wait, please” and you stop, looking at him searching his face, looking for discomfort, when you found none you asked “what is it, darling?” You ask a bit concerned “can i please f-fuck you?” He asks nervously and you got up, straddling him “does my good boy want to fuck mommy?” You ask teasingly and moans a “yes mommy” so you take his cock and line it up with your pussy, moving slowly downwards, making the pair of you moan.

Once you got used to the stretch you started moving your hips in a slow rhythm, his hands on your hips; your slow rhythm was torture to him “faster mommy, please” he all but whined, so with a moan you started moving your hips faster, after a few moments his hips started thrusting into yours, meeting you halfway, his hands traveling up your sides to your breasts, cupping them and taking his mouth to one of your nipples, licking and sucking on them. The sound of skin on skin and moans were all that could be heard and you were getting closer and closer to your climax so your hands went to your clit, rubbing in fast tight circles, his mouth left your tit, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your nipple “m-mommy i am going to cum” he whined, the strain his voice was evident and you leaned down to lick his neck “cum inside me Eli” you whispered between moans, and his moan pushed you over the edge, your cunt tightening and gushing around his cock, making him reach his end, his semen filled you and you kept riding him until he whined from overstimulation and got off him, laying beside him on your side he turned to look at you and you kissed him “as much as i would love to stay here with you, we need to get dressed, Eli…” you said feeling rather sad, he kissed you and sat up, and you stayed there and sighed exhausted, suddenly something touched your cunt and you looked down surprised, Eli was wiping you with a clean wet rag, and you smiled. After a few moments you were both dressed, and an hour later he was gone with all the evidence of your affair, leaving you with the notion that you were not only wanted, but loved.

Thanks for reading! ❤️

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destinyc1020 · 4 months

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Do you find the Austin Butler voice jokes played out? I was checking twitter tonight for GG updates and I would see a few tweets still dissing Austin over his voice (in reference to Margot still dressing like Barbie (I don't see an issue) or Paul's voice). Is the joke not old yet?

Giiiirrrlll...I've BEEN saying this on my blog for over a year now lol 😂

YES, the Austin/Elvis/Voice jokes are tired and played out. 😩 Idk why people are still so obsessed w/his voice?

Not to mention, I could see if his voice were going in and out or something in interviews or various different events, but his voice has literally stayed the same. I'm sure he still had more of an "Elvis twang" when he first stopped filming.....It's probably hard to shake that once you've been doing it long enough. But after over 3.5 years since he filmed "Elvis", the "twang" has gone away, and I highly doubt he's purposely faking a voice all this time. 🙄

I think the thing that makes me roll my eyes the most is that people keep comparing his voice now to when he was like in his teens or early 20s. But yet, if you compare his current voice to when he was like 25, 26, and older...you'll see that his voice really hasn't changed much at all. 🤷🏾‍♀️

RE: Margot... Anyone who has an issue with her "still dressing like Barbie" for an awards show in which her film "Barbie" in which she plays the LEAD and she's nominated for, needs to go outside and touch some grass, cuz it is NOT that serious. 🙄 Let her wear whatever she wants to wear. If she wanted to dress like Barbie for the rest of her career, that's her choice and fine by me for all I care lol. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I will never understand why people have an issue with things that aren't even harming other people...like, seriously? It's not that serious. 😒

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cracker-box-palace · 2 years

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Yayyy! Could I request maybe a Paul imagine or whatever style you’d wanna do with it! Where possibly he thinks you like John and it gets a lil angsty? Only if your comfortable with that and thank uuuuu!!!

Hii! Omg I love this idea!! I tried to make it as brief as I could lol, I hope this is what you were thinking:

There was very obviously something wrong. Whether Paul was trying to make that obvious, or he was just terrible at hiding it, you aren’t quite sure, but it doesn’t change anything. Something is clearly bothering him.

“Paul, what’s been wrong with you? The past few days you’ve been a little…” you struggle to find the right word, a word that wouldn’t necessarily be offensive, but still get your point across, “off,”

He glances up at you in a surprisingly troubled sort of glare, and grumbles, “why don’t you ask John?” He had obviously meant for you not to hear it, but your eyes widen in shock and hurt when you do, like you had been slapped across the face. Immediately and without hesitation, you connect the dots; Paul is making a fairly blatant accusation, and you stammer to find the right words to respond.

“Paul, what are you saying?” You ask as seriously as you can. Paul looks worriedly at you, his eyes wide and concerned.

“I didn’t mean it that way…” he mumbles. You know a man like Paul would never do anything to hurt you intentionally, nor would he ever really believe that you could ever have eyes for anyone other than him. That being said, you can’t help but still feel the slightest bit offended. You will admit, you and John have gotten quite close over the time you and Paul had begun to date, and maybe John did have some kind of feelings for you, but you had done your best to pretend you didn’t notice his slight advances in order to not only save his feelings, but to keep Paul from jumping to the conclusions you fear he just had.

“Paul, you know I’d never do anything like that,” you mumble.

“I know, it’s just…” he searches his brain for just the right words, and you wait patiently while he does. “I can see how John looks at you, and I know him,” the finality and helplessness in his voice indicates that that’s all he’s going to say towards that topic, but he walks silently over to you to tentatively wrap his arms around your waist. When you don’t pull away and instead smile very subtly, he becomes a bit more comfortable.

“Paul, I need you to trust me.” You say sternly, but you are very careful not to sound angry. “I love you. Every morning when I wake up, I make the choice to be with you. If I ever doubted that for one minute, I wouldn’t be here; the last thing I want is to hurt you.” He nods his head slowly in eager agreement.

“I feel the exact same way.” He says in a slightly raspy, heartfelt voice so deep and filled with seriousness it surprises you a bit. “Y’know it was just me, right? I’m jus’ being paranoid, I don’t wanna lose you,” you permit yourself a warm smile, your head still hung a bit low but your eyes angled upwards to meet his.

“How can I make it up to you?” He asks, placing his tender fingers under your chin to bring your face closer to his. You hope the look in your eyes tells him you have a few ideas.

#classic rock #the beatles #fanfic #paul mccartney #imagine #paul mccartney x reader

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one-boring-person · 3 years

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Hi, it's me again lol. I'm not very well, could you do one with Lost Boys, which the reader suffers with depression until one day she is about to try something to end the pain, but the boys find her and stop her plan? Something cute with them talking to her, hugs and they even decide to take her in. If you don't want to because it's too triggering, that's fine, I'll understand. I'm really sorry if it's bothersome, it's just that I needed some comfort with them and you write so well.

Oh no, I hope you feel better after reading this! I'm sorry it's so short!💛❤ and thanks for the compliments!

Why Did You Stop Me?

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: SUICIDAL THEMES, mention of death

Masterlist

A/n: this is the closest I will get to writing suicide (for future reference for others)

Wind tears around the four vampires as they race up the road, each thanking whatever God there is that their bodies don't get tired from exertion like this, though they use the same breath to curse them. Normally, they'd be much faster, using the air to get exactly where they need to be, but nature is playing a cruel trick on them today: a storm rages around Santa Carla, the wind and rain far too strong for flying to be of any real use. It does nothing to help the panic sparking through their systems, bodies tense as they push through the whirling haze of rain, eyes wide in terror. None of them, not Paul, not Marko, not Dwayne, not even David, can remember the last time they were as frightened, as helpless as they felt now.

Paul leads, his naturally leaner body moving faster than the others, though Dwayne is right on his tail, Marko and David bringing up the rear, their coats flying out behind them. None of them speak, each too focused on getting up the hill they've ridden up so many times, the stretch feeling longer than it ever has done. The sharp ridge of the bridge up ahead is already in view, the structure so familiar to them, a place they never thought would be used for anything except their own enjoyment.

As they finally crest the top of the hill, a familiar figure comes into view, their silhouette almost invisible through the rainstorm as they stare down at the gaping drop below them. It's heartbreaking for the vampires to see this, the set to the figure's shoulders dejected, slumped and weak, something they've come to notice in past months, though they always tried to curb it. They tried all sorts: nights out on the Boardwalk, movie nights in their home, food dates, motorbike rides, everything. It had looked like it was working, like their efforts were making a change, but it was only tonight that they figured out it made no difference. The note they found at the cave had told them that their efforts were appreciated, but that, though they had tried, it wasn't enough. Not this time.

Their brains had gone blank as they tore from the hotel, forgetting their bikes as they started the long run to the bridge, where they knew she'd be waiting, ready to commit one last act.

Now, as they race out over the edge of the hill, they call out to her, Paul breaking into a sprint as he gets close. She looks over at them, eyes widening as she freezes in place, before she turns back to the drop, moving closer to the edge.

Paul visibly strains to move faster, hair fanning out around his face as he leaps to catch (Y/n), who finally steps off of the edge.

The others skid to a halt, screaming out to her as she starts to plummet to the black depths, hearts dropping in terror, their voices raw with pain and horror, pleading lacing their tones. David, Marko and Dwayne can only watch as Paul throws himself off after her, arms outstretched as he calls out to her, desperation driving him forwards.

For a moment, there is no sound except the howling wind around them, the rain pelting the floor beating out a rhythm they don't pay any attention to, the three vampires frozen in place in terror. Genuine fear is etched into David's expression, his face more open and vulnerable than either Dwayne or Marko can recall it ever being, but then so are theirs. Stock still, they remain where they are, staring out over the empty crack in the ground, every particle within them being used to pray for (Y/n)'s survival and Paul's success. He'd always been a fast flyer, so he definitely stands a good choice of catching her.

Minutes pass, before Paul finally emerges back over the lip of the cliff, a body cradled in his arms. In the dark, the others can tell he's distraught, his eyes wide as he stares down at the girl in his grip, the limp figure curled into his chest. Instantly, the other three leap into the air, fighting the harsh winds as they move to crowd round their friend, anxious to know if (Y/n) is alright.

"She fainted...she's alive." Paul manages out, sounding breathless as he holds (Y/n) closer to him.

Relief floods them all, teary eyes closing as they thank whatever is out there that she's still with them, that she hasn't been taken away from them prematurely.

It's a few hours later that (Y/n) finally comes to again, finding herself confused and disoriented as she wakes in a bed full of four other bodies, each curled around her. The feeling is comforting, but she can't help the small spark of disappointment that flares up within her as she realises she's still alive. Groaning, she leans her head back, surprised when it meets the hard ridge of someone's collarbone. She glances up, eyes widening in surprise as she sees David watching her, his piercing eyes softer than usual. The look instills a sense of security within her, and she glances around her again, taking in the other vampires holding her. Dwayne lies to David's right, his head on her shoulder, whilst Marko uses her stomach as a pillow, Paul lying between her legs, his head on one of her thighs. All of them are watching her, relief written into their features.

"You're awake." Paul murmurs, his warm blue eyes meeting her's.

Tired, she simply nods, somewhat unhappy with that fact. They notice this, and their grips tighten around her. All is silent for a long while, (Y/n) sinking back into the dark thoughts that spring unbidden to mind.

"Why did you stop me?" She finally asks, voice quiet and hoarse.

"Because none of us would be able to live without you, and you were trying to take yourself away far too early. We couldn't let you do that to yourself when you've got a whole life ahead of you." David says, reassuring her with the rhythmic rubbing of his hand over her arm, "We love you too much."

"But why? I'm not happy with who I am, I hate existing, and, apart from you guys, there is nothing left for me to live for!" She argues back, frowning angrily.

"We love you for who you are and we know full well that you have a lot of opportunities that you'll miss out on. We want to help you learn to love yourself as much as we do, we're here for you, (Y/n). We always have been, as long as we've known you." Dwayne interjects, smiling down at me gently.

Rendered speechless by the confession, (Y/n) opens and closes her mouth a few times, trying to figure out an argument in response, before Marko leans up and places a finger over her lips.

"What they're saying is true. We all love you far too much just to let you go so easily. We're gonna fight with you and we're not gonna let you surrender, ever, because you have so much to live for. There are loads of people who care about you, it just seems like there aren't many because the world had a cruel way of making life difficult for us all. You're appreciated, (Y/n), by loads of people." The shorter blonde smiles, "Mostly by us, though.

"Yeah, (Y/n), we need you in our lives. You're so important to us." Paul chips in, watching her.

Again, (Y/n) struggles to find the words she wants, unsure of how to react though her heart has flooded with love and security, chasing off the darkness. She makes a few noncommittal sounds at first, until David interrupts her.

"Come on, we'll talk more about this tomorrow night. Right now, you need to get some sleep." The blonde vampire hums, holding her closer to him as the others cuddle closer, too, pressing their bodies to hers.

"Thank you." (Y/n) murmurs after a little while, relaxing into the vampires' grip, feeling exhaustion starting to take over.

"Of course. We're always here for you." Dwayne purrs back, the boys cradling her until she falls asleep, the four of them unbelievably relieved that they got to her in time.

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys)#the lost boys paul #dwayne (the lost boys)#the lost boys marko

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undercoveravenger · 4 years

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Warmth

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Original Request: “Iiiii wanna request one of the wolf boys of your choice in Twilight imprinting on Bella’s younger brother and how the Cullens were involved cuz they all baby him so much. Thank you & I love your works a lot btw, hope you have a nice day”

A/N: I went with Paul, bc that gives Emmett reason to go angry brother bear mode lol, hope that’s okay!

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“Why am I here again?” You asked, looking over at your sister. The two of you, along with the entire Cullen family, were hanging around in some snow-covered clearing in the woods, waiting for the Quileute wolves to show up so that they could renegotiate the treaty, so that, hopefully, the Cullens could turn Bella without causing a full-on war to break out. “I get that this is important to you and all, but Bells, I’m human, and I don’t really want that to change, so I don’t see how this involves me.”

“Because you’re an honorary Cullen, human or otherwise.” Bella grinned at you, reaching over to shove you playfully, “And Emmett wouldn’t shut up about seeing his future brother-in-law again, so I figured this would be a good time to bring you to visit.” She shrugged, looking back out toward the wall of trees in the direction of the reservation, “Besides, having another normal person here might help convince everyone to keep a level head.”

You snorted, crossing your arms over your chest, “Bells, you’re a lot of things, but normal definitely isn’t one of them.” You waited with your sister for a few more minutes before getting bored and going to go talk to Alice and Jasper.

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Time seemed to have been passing even slower for Emmett than it had been for you, since you’d barely even greeted the dainty vampire and her mate before the brunet’s arms snaked around your waist and dragged you up against his chest and you barely had enough time to close your eyes before he was suplexing you into a snow drift.

To mess with him, you remained perfectly still once he’d let go of you, even going so far as to hold your breath. There was a lot of shouting, far more than if it had been just the Cullens to witness your little prank, meaning the wolves had undoubtedly arrived just in time to see you get pitched into a snowbank. There was the expected moment of arguing but before you knew it, you’d been hauled up out of the snow by a pair of arms so warm that you had to wonder whether hypothermia had set in upon impact.

“What the hell, leech?!” The chest you were being held against rumbled as it’s owner growled, “Not enough to have to kill things to exist, now you go killing your own sympathizers!”

You could hear Emmett snarling and you knew that you needed to intervene before things got even further out of hand. You jerked against the stranger’s grip, forcing yourself out of their arms and back to your feet. “Don’t get your fur in a bunch, Fido,” you grumbled, stumbling a little as you tried to regain your balance. “I’m fine, just a little colder than I’d like to be.” It was then that you looked up at your ‘rescuer.’

His hands were still extended out toward you to help steady you if you needed it, but now you’d been knocked off balance for an entirely different reason. He was tall, towering over you easily even though you really weren’t all that short yourself, and he was built, with thick arms and a defined chest and abs and the rich russet color of his skin only made his musculature all the more appealing. Suddenly you were a little regretful that your playing-dead act had ended so soon. He had close cropped black hair that nearly matched the pitch-dark eyes that were fixated on you, like the two of you were the only people left in the world.

His lips twitched up into a tiny grin, like it was meant for you and you only. “Hi,” he said, voice small and breathless like he’d just run a marathon. “I’m Paul.”

You’d opened your mouth to respond when you were cut off by the celebratory whoops and hollers coming from the rest of the wolf pack. Your brows furrowed and you turned away from Paul to see what all the commotion was about.

You could see Edward murmur something quietly to the rest of the family, dark amber eyes flickering warily between the two of you. Emmett bristled, storming over and planting himself between the two of you. “No way in hell,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Any of the other mutts I could’ve learned to live with, but you? Fat fucking chance.”

The werewolf’s shoulders straightened and you could tell he was trying to hold himself back. “It’s not really any of your business anyway.”

“Not my business?” Emmett hissed, tensing at the insinuation. “(M/N)’s my best friend! It’s definitely my business if some mongrel thinks it’s his place to come try and steal him away!”

It was fair to say that you were incredibly confused, but you knew that your first step needed to be defusing the situation. “Emmett,” you said, putting a hand on his shoulder as you spoke, “You wanna tell me what’s got you so pissy?”

Rosalie was the one to answer you, stalking forward to stand beside her husband and glare at Paul. “This pathetic little puppy imprinted on you.”

“Imprinted?” Your brows furrowed and you glanced toward the rest of the pack for an explanation.

Jacob, the only one of the wolves you’d actually met before now, nodded at you, “It’s, uh, kind of like soulmates. When a wolf imprints, it’s like their person is the only thing that matters anymore. Like they’re what’s holding you to the planet, not gravity.”

“Oh.” Well. That hadn’t been what you were expecting. You turned back to look at the vampires blocking you from Paul’s sight, nudging your way past them with a sigh so you could look up at Paul. “Is that true? Did you imprint on me?”

You could see him swallow hard before he forced himself to speak, “Y-yeah.” He was quick to backtrack, “But it doesn’t have to be r-romantic or anything, if that’s not what you want or you aren’t into guys or anything. We could just be friends? Or, uh, whatever you want me to be, really?”

You couldn’t help but smile a little; he was cute when he got flustered. “Tell you what, after this, if negotiations go well, I’ll let you take me out to dinner and we can talk about it, okay?”

Paul brightened, a wide grin taking over his features, “Yeah? Yeah.” He paused, seemingly getting lost in thought for a second, “Yeah-” He pulled a face, “I said that already. Um, sure. Anywhere you want is fine, I’ll just be happy to be there,” he grinned at you sheepishly, ducking his head to hide the faint blush coloring his cheeks.

Carlisle chose that moment to interrupt, “Well, with that excitement settled,” he started, shooting the two of you an amused grin. Esme smiled at the two of you from her place beside him, “I believe we have a treaty to discuss?”

Emmett and Rosalie headed back to the rest of the Cullens with a huff, but the rest didn’t seem all too bothered about your new bodyguard/soulmate. Alice even looked excited, bouncing up and down on her toes and speaking quickly to Jasper, probably already planning your wedding even though you and Paul had just barely met.

You took a few steps toward the group before a thought struck you. You turned to look over your shoulder at the werewolf, “Hey, Paul? You said you’d be anything I needed you to, right?”

He perked up as you addressed him, grinning back at you. “Absolutely.”

“Well,” you started, smirking mischievously, “I’m still pretty chilly, so I could really use a space heater?”

Paul smiled as he realized what you meant, waiting until you turned back to listen to the negotiations to drape himself over you, slipping his arms around your middle so he could pull you flush against his chest. He pressed a barely-there kiss to your shoulder before setting his chin there so he could still see what was happening. He may not have known what you’d want from him in the future, but right now, with you in his arms, Paul was perfectly content.

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unashamed – e.call

[warnings: alienation]

summary: in which embry isn’t ashamed of y/n | tradgoth!reader | requested!

word count: 1,685

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By now, you were used to all the stares. Well, actually, no one stared anymore, just stayed away from you.

You don't know what turned people off; was it the jet black hair or the black lipstick? Maybe it was the eyeliner and the big black combat boots? But did you care? No.

Your mom thought it was a phase, but you never felt more confident in the way you looked.

When you first were getting into your look, your classmates stared, and you heard all the whispers. It was discouraging at first, but your mom always told you to hold your head high no matter what.

At first, it was the big black boots. Your eyes almost turned into hearts at first sight of them. But then you wanted to push it even further, the novelty of the boots wore off. You went for all black clothes now, ditching the floral skirts and donating whatever else wasn't you anymore. You wore your favorite black boots with black dresses, black shirts, black mini skirts, black jeans, as long as it was black, you would wear it.

Once you had the perfect wardrobe, you started doing your makeup. Black eyeliner, thick or thin, long or short, depended on the day.

But soon, that wasn't enough, and to complete your full evolution, you went and got box dye and dyed your hair jet black.

The whole style change garnered you the eyes of the entire school, but once they got used to the look, the stares subdued.

You were happy people no longer stared, but now you felt alienated. You were always shy, never had any real friends, just people you'd talk to in class. But no one would speak to you now.

You thought that maybe you should go back to your old look, but that wouldn't change anything. People would think you were confused, and they already made up their minds about you.

So, you held your head high, confident in yourself. Sure, you wished people would talk to you and give you a chance, but it wasn't worth trading your confidence and happiness for it.

But one day, you were in the library, not looking for any book, in particular, just thumbing along the spines. You finished reading the summary on the back of a book, and as you were looking for the spot you took it from, your eyes met another. The staring brown eyes were on the other side of the bookshelf, unwavering from yours.

You blinked and felt your cheeks heat up, not used to the looks anymore (but it was also just weird that someone was looking right into your eyes). You coughed gently, hoping to distract the boy across from you, but his soft amber eyes were unwavering.

"Um, are you alright?" You finally spoke up, keeping your voice low since you were in the library.

He seemed to have snapped out of his gaze. His face that displayed shock, was now covered with joy.

"You're Y/N, right?" He asked, an aloof smile on his face as he reached down to grab his backpack.

"Uh... yeah, Y/N," You nodded and walked as he quickly walked around the shelf.

He was now standing in front of you, tall and slender, warm russet skin, and the brown eyes that were just about ingrained into your brain.

"I'm Embry!"

He stuck his hand out, waiting for you to shake it. You hesitantly met your hand with his and shook it.

"Yeah, I know. We've gone to school since freshman year," You chuckled awkwardly.

You tried pulling your hand away, but it was practically glued, the way Embry was gripping it. You tugged it back, giving him a tight smile, and turned to walk away. It wasn't a lot, but you weren't used to the chitchatting, so you were growing uncomfortable. You were used to being isolated, forced to be alone.

"Wait, do you think... you could... help me find a good book?" He asked as if trying to make something up.

You raised an eyebrow but still nodded, walking a little further down the aisle.

"This is my favorite book, like, ever. You might like it, I don't know, don't really know what you like," You shrugged and grabbed the book of the shelf, handing it to the boy.

"Thank you. I'll make sure to give it a read. And I'll let you know what I think," He nodded and looked down at the book in his hands. "Do we have any classes together?"

"I don't really know; I just focus on the lesson if I'm honest," You shrugged. "But yeah, definitely let me know if you like it."

"Okay, I will. I better get going, they're waiting for me," He sighed and looked back at the table at the end of the aisle.

At the small circular table was Jacob Black and Quil Ateara. You didn't realize the two of them were there, their eyes locked on you and Embry. But now that you noticed them, they looked very on guard, ready to jump into action. But nothing crazy ever happened at your school, so you don't know why they were so tense.

"Yeah, you do that. They look like they're about to combust," You joked and turned away. "Talk to you later, Embry."

From then, you two grew to be practically inseparable.

He read the book fairly quickly and found you during lunch, going on and on about it. All you could do was smile; it was rare that someone liked something just as much as you did. And to hear him go on about it made you happy because he was happy, and you could see his eyes twinkle as he talked.

It became something like a book club, but you were always talking about things other than the books you'd recommend to each other. You were hanging out after school, getting pizza, watching the movie versions of the books you read. It was a great time. You finally had a friend.

Of course, you had to overcome the disbelief that he wanted to hang out with you, and it took even longer for you to believe he didn't care what other people thought.

He would wrap an arm around your shoulder, and even though you'd get flushed with embarrassment, he wouldn't think anything of it. You weren't embarrassed by him, of course, but now all eyes were back on you. You heard the whispers (you always did). The boy that went off the rails and joined a "gang" with the goth girl. It was all the school could talk about for weeks.

But the pack didn't think anything about your new relationship with their pack brother. They were happy, which you thought was weird; you thought they would judge you and maybe try to talk him out of it.

You found out about the pack and the imprinting after Embry invited you to Emily's for dinner one weekend.

He was asking you about how often you had to dye your hair, honestly intrigued. This made Paul laugh and say, "imprinting makes you interested in the most random things."

This comment caught your attention but what made you even more suspicious was Seth nudging him and saying, "bro, he didn't tell her yet! Idiot."

You had looked over at Embry, an eyebrow raised, but he just gave you a sheepish smile. You let it go for the time being, but the next movie night you had, you pressed him.

He spilled though you found it weird, you weren't going to push away the only person you had.

"So, Jake and Quil heard when I said they were going to combust? Like, because of the good hearing thing?" You asked, hand over your open mouth.

"That's your only question?" He chuckled and pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head.

You didn't know when you two had crossed the line from best friends to boyfriend and girlfriend, but you theorized it was that night.

He gripped your hand as you walked into the cafeteria. Instead of sitting alone at lunch, you sat with the pack and Kim. It made you happy to feel like you were a part of something. Something that accepted you for who you are.

"Maybe you can do that thing you do with your eyes on my eyes," Embry said, his head supported but by his hand as he looked at you lovingly.

"You mean eyeliner? You'll really let me?" You asked, your eyes lighting up with joy.

"Yeah, sure, seems fun," Your boyfriend shrugged nonchalantly, but you knew he was bubbling with happiness just at the sight of how happy you were.

"Y/N, please send me a picture of that," Quil chuckled, making Embry roll his eyes.

It was tv night at your house, very different from movie night. Leave it to your boyfriend to make a big deal about the difference. ("It's the principle!")

Tonight you were starting Golden Girls (Embry's choice. You wanted to start Community but Embry won rock, paper, scissors fair and square).

"Who even introduced you to Golden Girls?" You asked, holding the black eyeliner pen in your hand as you started your project.

"My mom, of course... duh Y/N," He mumbled the last part, making you giggle.

You finished one eye and went to move to the other, but you paused. At first, you were looking at your work, but then you started thinking about how perfect he was and how grateful you were to have him in your life.

You hadn't realized you were smiling like a goofy idiot until Embry spoke up.

"What? Did you mess up?" He asked and reached for the hand mirror on the coffee table.

"No, I just realized how much I love you, that's all," You shrugged and went back to doing his eyeliner.

Once you finished, you pulled back and kissed his cheek before looking at your masterpiece.

"You look great!" You smiled.

"Do I look like you?" He asked, smiling back at you

"Even better, baby."

[AN: heyyy, it’s me back from the dead. sorry I’ve been gone for like a month but I had the worst writer’s block omg. hopefully you all like this and I hope this somehow pushes me to keep writing but we’ll see lol]

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morganaspendragonss · 3 years

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If you still have the square open, fingore for Tarlos? I looked it up and the definition made me all cringy lol because I am a giant wuss, so I was thinking maybe threat of fingore (or actual fingore if you want to go for it because you are clearly made of cooler and tougher stuff than me ;) ), something with Carlos hostage on a case and the bad guys want him to give up some information? Or Carlos is protecting TK somehow and won't tell them where he is?

holly's august extravaganza day 8: we'll hold each other soon

unfortunately the square had already been taken when this came through but i hope you like what i came up with! thanks for the prompt! tied into chapters five and eleven from the breeze in my austin nights

ao3 | 2.1k | angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, torture, carlos briefly thinks tk is dead but he's not

Carlos had known this would happen. He’s known for weeks; he’s felt the suspicion in the gang growing, sensed his cover crumbling bit by bit. It’s been especially bad since his run-in with Paul and Marjan, but that was really just the final straw.

Things with this mission have been going sideways for a long time. He’d reported it to his supervisors, of course he had, but all they’d said was that the case was too important to give up just because of one man’s feeling.

He wishes he could take satisfaction in being proved right.

Unfortunately, him being right means nothing to his supervisors. For Carlos, it means getting dragged out of his temporary apartment in the early hours of the morning and taken, blindfolded and gagged, to a remote corner of town, probably unknown to everyone outside of the gang.

Carlos doesn’t struggle as he’s shoved into a chair and chained by the feet, his hands and torso bound to the wood with a rough rope that rubs his skin painfully. By the low mutters and footsteps echoing around the room, it’s clear there’s more than just one or two of the gang holding him, so he figures that fighting will only make things worse for him.

Once he’s sufficiently tied up, the blindfold is yanked from his eyes and the gag removed. Carlos gratefully sucks in a few deep breaths, blinking hard as his vision adjusts to the harsh fluorescent lighting in the room. There are six men surrounding him and Carlos recognises one as the gang leader, Manese. Another, Daniels, is holding a crowbar, and all of them are armed with at least one gun, probably more.

Carlos, meanwhile, is lucky he’s wearing socks.

Thank god for draughty apartments.

Manese steps forward, his hard stare betraying little emotion. “I’m gonna cut the bullshit, Reyes,” he says. “We know who you are, we know you’ve been passing information to other cops, and we know you’re probably not doing it alone.

“So, you’ve got two choices. Either you make it easy for us and we’ll make it easy for you—I’d say I’d let you live, but you and I both know I can’t do that. But I will leave a body to bury. Or, you make it difficult and we’ll return the favour. And, believe me, we can make things very, very difficult for you.” He grins and spreads his hands out, tipping them in a mimic of a set of scales. “This only ends one way for you, Reyes. All you gotta do is decide how fast you want to get there.”

The look Manese sends him lets Carlos know that he already knows exactly what decision he’s going to make, and that he’s going to enjoy it. Carlos sighs and closes his eyes, briefly hanging his head. He spares a thought for his family back in Austin—his parents, TK—and prays that, whatever happens, they’ll at least be able to get some closure.

Then, he steels himself and looks Manese dead in the eyes. “Do what you want. I’m not telling you anything.”

Manese’s grin takes on a shark-like quality, and Carlos has to force himself not to react to the way he leers at him. “Excellent choice.” He flicks his hand and Daniels steps forward, a manic look in his eye as he flexes his grip around the crowbar.

Carlos barely has a moment to prepare himself before all he knows is pain.

He screams as the crowbar comes down for what feels like the hundredth time, eliciting a sickening crack as his arm breaks. Carlos’s vision white out and he folds in on himself as much as he can, his left arm straining to cradle his right, but all he achieves is the already abused skin becoming more raw and sore. He breathes heavily, blinking rapidly as the room slowly swims into view once more. Daniels looks bored, the crowbar swinging loosely in his grasp, and Manese seems to be running out of patience.

“Got your memory back yet, Reyes?” he asks tersely.

Carlos just shakes his head and braces himself for the next hit.

Which doesn’t come.

And doesn’t come.

Carlos squints up at them, frowning when he sees Manese with a hand on Daniels’ arm as he studies him closely. The calculating glint in his eye sends a flash of dread through Carlos; nothing good can possibly come of this.

“Go for his fingers next,” he orders after a while, releasing Daniels. “I don’t care how—break them, shoot them, crush them, whatever—just get me answers.” He turns to Carlos and tuts, sighing heavily in mock regret. “This is your own fault, Reyes. All this can be over like that”—he snaps his fingers—“if you just give me what I want. A couple names, a location or two, that’s all I’m asking. Not much, right?”

Carlos stubbornly stays silent—at this point, he’s not sure he has enough breath left to speak even if he wanted to—and Manese sighs again.

“Your funeral.” He shrugs and steps back to give Daniels room, but before anything can happen, one of the others in the room rushes forward to whisper something to Manese. Carlos can’t hear what’s being said and he’s too exhausted to try; all he can feel is relief for the brief reprieve. His arm is screaming at him, the pain in the rest of his body paling in comparison, and he’s not sure how much longer he can stand it.

The hushed mutters continue for another minute, until eventually Manese nods sharply and four of the six men in the room file out. He smiles at Carlos, sickly sweet, and claps his hands together once, rubbing them for good measure. “Looks like it’s your lucky day, Reyes,” he says, with a lazy drawl that can’t mean anything good. “Business calls.”

Carlos doesn’t have time to comprehend what that means before Manese and Daniels are also leaving, flipping them lights off as they go.

And Carlos is left alone.

Time means nothing as Carlos waits for someone to return and finish what they started. The only thing he’s certain of is that something must have changed to get Manese to halt his torture, and it probably isn’t a very good something.

Not for Carlos, at least.

He thinks about trying to escape, but even slight movements are so painful that he fears he might throw up or pass out or, more likely, both. Besides, even if he did manage to get out of the bonds on his arms and torso, there would still be the chains on his feet to deal with, and Carlos knows there’s more of a chance of rescue than him dealing with those on his own, especially with a broken arm.

His mind is left to wander, and he keeps circling back to one point that seems to solidify itself more with each second that passes.

He’s not getting out of here.

A fresh wave of pain—not physical, this time—washes through him, and his whole chest aches as he thinks of TK. He’d been so worried for Carlos ever since they found out about the case, and he’d begged him to stay safe the morning he’d left just over three months ago.

“Be careful, please,” TK said, smoothing down the lapels of Carlos’s shirt. “Whatever happens out there, whatever you have to do, just promise me one thing. Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Carlos knew better than to promise something like that, and TK knew better than to ask it. But because it was him, and because it was TK, Carlos just nodded and leaned in to press a kiss to TK’s temple.

“I promise,” he whispered, pulling away. TK didn’t let him go far before dragging him into a real kiss. It felt like it lasted forever, only to seem far too short when they broke apart, still clinging to one another. Carlos allowed himself another minute in TK’s embrace, then forced himself to move away, giving his boyfriend one last smile.

TK returned it with a smile of his own, and Carlos carried it with him long after the door swung closed between them.

It’s the last good memory Carlos has, and he’s going to hold onto it for as long as he has left. If he’s going to die, then the last thing he wants to see is TK’s smile, even if it is just in his mind.

Carlos is nearly blinded when the lights suddenly turn back on, revealing Manese and two other gang members standing in front of him. He only vaguely recognises these two—it’s possible he could dredge up some names if he thought about it for long enough, but his attention is locked on Manese, who looks far too pleased with himself, in the same way a predator must look before it catches its prey.

“You’ve made it clear you’re not going to give us any names,” Manese says, “so now I’m going to give you one.” He steps closer and lowers his voice, grinning like he’s sharing a secret just for the two of them. “Tyler Kennedy Strand.”

Carlos’s blood runs cold at the sound of TK’s name.

TK’s full name.

“What—” but his ruined and dry throat refuses to cooperate. Instead, he levels a glare at Manese, and hopes that it’s enough to convey every single question and threat running through his mind right now.

If possible, Manese’s smile widens. “Recognise it do you?” he says lightly. “I thought you might. See, Carlos, we have people all over, not just in this shithole town, and once we knew who you were, it was child’s play to track down your nearest and dearest. And who is nearer and dearer than that pretty boy of yours?”

He steps back and snaps his fingers, holding his hand out. One of the others hands him a slip of paper, which Manese then presents to Carlos, dropping it carelessly in his lap. “Take a look.”

Curiosity getting the better of him, Carlos looks down at what he realises is a photograph. He can’t understand it at first, but slowly the details become clearer and more familiar, and—god.

“I’ll give him credit, he put up quite the fight,” Manese is saying, but he sounds like he’s shouting down a tunnel, the roaring in Carlos’s ears blocking out most other sounds. “It’s unfortunate that fists can’t stop a bullet.”

Everything stops making sense after that.

TK is dead.

It makes no sense, so why should anything else? Carlos stares and stares at the photo, and keeps staring even after it’s snatched out of his lap, the image burned onto his retinas by now. He’s aware, distantly, of voices and sounds and sensations but they’re all muted, happening outside this bubble he’s created around himself.

He wishes they’d just get it over with.

Carlos blinks, and there’s someone new in front of him, someone unfamiliar who touches him gently and looks at him kindly.

He blinks and the scenery changes. He’s in a vehicle, staring up at a white ceiling, being taken...somewhere. He feels warm and the pain has dimmed, but he’s sinking again before he can put a thought to what that means.

He blinks and he’s in a bed, a woman standing in front of him and asking him questions. Carlos doesn’t really understand what’s going on, doesn’t know what could possibly be more important than the fact that TK is dead and it’s all his fault. He shakes his head at the woman and turns away.

He blinks, and TK is there.

And, when he blinks again, TK is still there.

And it’s—it’s impossible. He’s hallucinating or dreaming because TK is dead, and dead people don’t come back to life just because he might wish it.

So he tries, and he tries, and he tries to snap himself back to reality. But it doesn’t work, and TK is still in front of him, that crease between his brows growing with every second that passes. Carlos wants to reach out and smooth it away but he knows he can’t, and—

And, TK takes his hand and presses it to his chest.

Hallucinations don’t feel that solid.

They also don’t have a heartbeat.

This time, when TK doesn’t disappear, Carlos allows himself to believe.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby,” TK whispers in his ear, holding him close, warm and solid and alive. “I’m always going to be right here.”

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Slashers W/ a Soft Pastel S/O

A/n - So this one actually wasn’t requested, I just thought it would be super cute. And what I mean by “Soft Pastel”, I mean being into soft/pastel/kawaii fashion, I just didn’t know how to phrase it. Since there’s so many subcultures.

Trigger Warning: Slight Cursing (I say f*ck)

Also- these are gender neutral, but a few describe you in skirts/dresses, so if you’re not comfy with that, just skip that part or the whole thing?? :/

I might do more like this for other types of alternative fashion- like punk or something? Or a S/O who has a lot of body mods, I think it would be fun.

Characters: Billy/Stu, The Lost Boys, Helen Lyle, Daniel Robitaille/Candyman, Brahms Heelshire, and Amanda Young.

I didn’t add Michael Myers, but can do so if y’all want it. I just think he’d be very indifferent about it...didn’t think that would be very fun to read.

Billy Loomis + Stu Macher

Stu would be the most like into your outfits

Billy? Not so much. he just thinks you look cute in everything.

but if you did more guro-kawaii looks? they would both be all over that shit.

it combines more of the grotesque in with the cute- which is just perfect for the boys. they get to see you dawned in all sorts of blood, guts/gore, bandage patterns/aesthetics.

and maybe even tying in different monster-ish elements.

like wearing funky white or other unnatural colored contacts, really intense makeup(especially around the eyes), and fuck it, maybe you’re wearing faux demon horns.

I think they’d find it kinda hot. if we’re being perfectly honest here.

Now- would you able to get them into it as well?

Stu will ask you, with excitement reverberating throughout out his body and his voice. of course he want’s to at least try it!

so many clips in Stu’s hair. you haven’t even had that many in your hair before!

he may also wear rings sometimes. he thinks all the colors and designs are just so fun!

and on the other hand...

Billy, the guy that basically wore the same outfit for an entire movie? who’s closet only contains jeans and white t-shirts? trying out your style? i don’t think so lol

if you do- somehow- get him to try...

then you might have pressured him into it a bit? very jokingly, of course.

“C’mon, humor me, babe. Stu’s already dressed and everything!” You try giving him puppy eyes to seal the deal.

“Fine!” Billy says, grabbing the garment and a few clips from your hands. He shuts the door too harshly behind him.

A short silence is shared, before you and Stu burst out laughing. “Do you think he’s mad at us?” You’re hardly able to get it out. Of course he was, but in his own odd way appreciated this adventure.

He comes back a moment later, his white t-shirt replaced with a pastel red one, an especially gory character printed on the front. and a red clip barely hanging on to one of the side pieces of hair in front of his face. You try to suppress a giggle at Billy’s messily put together look.

for the love of gosh- don’t actually laugh when he appears. he is very outside of his comfort zone, and he’s only doing this because he loves you and Stu, and just,, don’t add this to his list of reasons not to try new things.

whatever your reaction ends up being, you’re absolutely obligated to tell them how attractive they look in it(even Billy who looks hella dorky).

(my art)

The Lost Boys

the comparison between their dark, punk-ish style and then the sweet baby pinks and blues, and soft lavenders that adorned your form??

it’s just too sweet.

they are completely enamored by your style- even if certain vampires (and I’m not naming any names, but I definitely mean David) may not show his love for your look as openly

Marko- he’d get one cutesy patch for his jacket, so he has like a little piece of you everywhere he goes. also...he genuinely ended up really digging your style? but not enough to abandon his punk look completely. he is still totally dedicated to that.

the other boys will absolutely mess with him about the patch though

all in good fun!

David’s not letting you near his hair with any extra clips or accessories.

Dwayne enjoys the quiet intimacy shared between the two of you. just sitting together, you might be styling his hair( super loose ponytail or braid- admit it, it would be so cute! and helpful so his hair isn’t always in his face!)...anyways, you’d use a colorful hair tie, and a few clips to help pin back his hair.

he probably won’t go out with the clips in, but if it’s just the five of you at the cave? he’ll keep it in until it’s time to sleep.

he loves seeing how happy and accomplished you look after finishing with his hair tho.

Paul is hands down the most likely to get into the whole look and go out in public with it on.

makeup? hell yeah. it won’t be as intense as yours, and he probably only does the eyes and maybe some shine. sparkly vampire time

hair accessories? all of them

would try combining his look with yours, to have a perfect mess of it.

a light, light blue mesh top, slightly darker blue jacket(with slight accents in pink, purple, white or black), and his usual sort of white jeans(?) would still look great with it. he’s absolutely rocking that look.

you are ecstatic to finally have someone else to share your passion with! (much harder to find similar folks when you’re a vampire,,)

Helen Lyle

she’s so used to the plain life around her, and she’d been living before you- you were such a breath of fresh air.

of course, you’re darling personality also drew her into you- but your fashion sense? it fascinated her.

she’s not trying it herself anytime soon, but she appreciates the fact that you enjoy it.

the most she would ever try is a very natural makeup look. and a coat or two of a pastel color of her choice.

she would love watching you get ready. not so much help out though- she just likes seeing the way you approach things. how you choose to pair certain pieces with one another.

she’ll ask questions to better understand your interests! not that it’s weird or wrong that you’re into it, she’s just a very inquisitive person.

you’d wear a lot of blue though- because you know Helen likes that color.

imagine wearing coordinated looks for different events and such. so, when you go with Helen to help out with her Candyman thesis, you might wear candy-themed attire. (of course in this universe,, she wouldn’t die! so no worries of that! you get to keep you’re gf).

if you do gift her something, she keeps it on her bedside table(or dresser). so she can still admire it, and still serves a purpose. fun décor!

all around though- Helen would be very chill, but captivated, about you’re interests.

Daniel Robitaille - Candyman

his life is so dark and gruesome, and he loves seeing you all dressed up.

and while he’s dead- long dead- and isn’t really apart of the world in the same sense that you are- it gives him this happy sense of hope for the world.

because there’s this very small thing, that you hold close to your heart, that makes you smile.

Also!!

even if they’re apart of a super awful, traumatic, part of his past- the bees are just a part of the family now.

so cute yellow/spring/bee themed outfits?? yes. ohh definitely, yes.

As for him dressing up? He’d feel hesitant.

he’s filled with immense joy around you, but is almost scared with someone altering part of his attire or self in any way(rooted back to, again, past stuff).

but part of loving is to take the person as a whole, bad parts, good parts- insecurities- the entire package. and trusting one another.

he has his whole faith in you not to do anything bad.

and so, it becomes a habit for the two of you to spend mornings together, chatting and getting ready. well, you’re getting ready, it’s more for the quality time together for him.

things are little different for Daniel. for many reasons.

one, he has very short hair. so the clips don’t really work there..

two- he only has one hand, and he’s “working” a lot with the appendages he does have. rings won’t work out because they might fall off- and he’d hate to lose something of yours.

three- he’s not a big makeup fan. he’s happy enough watching you put it on.

and then for his actual attire- he needs the coat to cover his insides. it’s also, in a way, his uniform.

you’ve settled on two things.

making homemade necklaces that can easily hide under his big coat (either sweets or honey/bee themed).

and sewing little patterns on the inside of his coat. other’s wouldn’t be able to see it, but he would know it’s there.

Brahms Heelshire

imagine being super into sorta ‘sweet lolita’, pastel/soft colors, bows, the big skirts, all the sorta ruffles(?)

and then especially if your shorter than Brahms(which is really,, not hard to do unless you’re insanely tall cause he’s,, 6 foot 3.)- and he thinks you look like such a doll?

but like,, in a nice way.

I think he’d get pretty excited if he got to help you set up your outfits!

especially if you praised him for picking out a good combo, or organizing correctly.

and some of Brahms movements are a bit awkward, he’s spent most of his life in the walls and the attic...but imagine turning on his music, and just dancing with him. having him twirl you in his arms a few times.

Brahms loves having your hands through his hair. and if hair accessories means he gets more of that love and attention? then yes,, yes he will wear them.

he just likes feeling taken care of, and along with your usual duties, you help him figure out the soft fashion styles, and how to make it more appealing and suitable for his own tastes.

because- as you insist- you want it to be something he enjoys just because he does, and not just for the closeness. though you can’t deny you love that aspect, too.

i can tell you one thing right here, though. you’re never getting makeup on him. he does not like taking off his mask, even if you’ve been in a relationship with him for a while, he still hides his face a lot.

you’d offered to do his makeup once, since he was staring so intently as you did yours. you’d made the mistake of reaching for his mask. you’d usually ask before doing so, but sometimes you’d slip up.

You apologize profusely, offering your arms out to him for a hug. “There, there, Brahms.” You smile, giving him a slight squeeze of affection.

he does take your stuff sometimes.

it’s a little annoying when you think you’ve lost your favorite accessory or dress or etc and then you just realize,, oh, it’s my favorite wall boy again. thank gosh you love him, so you’re not really upset or anything.

he just likes having little reminders of you, it gives him reassurance. upon other warm and fuzzy feelings.

if you’re able to find time in your day though, you’ll make cute little trinkets or bracelets for him. you’ll gift them or purposely leave them out for him- so you’ll still have some of your stuff when it comes to getting ready the next day.

in short- he’d much rather look at you than partake on his own.

Amanda Young

she’s never seen anything like this! :0

everyone she knows, herself included, tend to wear more dulled, plain clothes.

she’s immediately very intrigued by your attire...sort of want’s to try it, but is a bit self conscious and embarrassed to ask.

So!! you start out with small things, and fairly early on you both realize that she loves when you decorate her hair with accessories.

gifting Amanda a pair of little pig clips!!

or little stud earrings- those would be fricking adorable on her!

and she’s just so happy,, wtf

you dress mostly for yourself, but the more you’re in a relationship with your gf- the more you want to dress for her as well.

you can see this little sparkle in her eye when she sees you, and you want to keep seeing that look for as long as you can.

you slowly get her into it. your relationship and Amanda’s interest in your style just gives her so much light in an otherwise dim world.

if she did get into it, I think she’d do more creepy/cute. as a way to sort of cope with past trauma. that this sort of “bad” thing (the creepy) can still coexist with the good (the cute). she admires that quality.

just very sweet partners, who happen to love similar types of fashion

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poly!lost boys x fem!vampire!reader

𝐀/𝐍 — this is super random but like have u ever been able to guess what someone was like before you ever spoke to them ? like , just by their appearance alone u knew that u wanted to befriend them or something ? 😩👉👈

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — the lost boys are shocked to discover that the only other vampire in santa carla doesn’t want anything to do with them. ( this probably won’t make sense if you haven’t read part 1 lol )

part one is here !

“well, the choice is yours.”

those were david’s words. [y/n] stood on the beaches, the feeling of living in the icky tent she was accustomed to suddenly making her brain overflow with regret and disgust. paul, marko, and dwayne eagerly awaited her decision. would the pretty girl want to stay with them?

“how’s your guys’ place?” [y/n] grinned. “better than the tent?”

“if you think a cave is better, than yeah.” paul replied, sending her a wink.

[y/n]’s mouth curved into an ‘oh’ before she giggled. the cave or the tent? although living in a tent wasn’t the worst, being alone again did. when would she ever meet another? or, rather, another vampire? would she be forced to be alone for another decade?

‘make the right choice.’

“alright. i guess you weirdos talked me into it.”

paul and marko cheered, with paul wrapping an arm around [y/n]’s neck as david and dwayne wore content little smiles in silence. if only [y/n] knew what she was getting into.

before she knew it, the boys were showing her around the cave. all of the posters intrigued [y/n], as well as the dumpster fires for lights and the beds. one was tiny, the size of a toddler perhaps, while the other was fancy, with curtains at the side for slight privacy.

“star! laddie! come meet, uh,” david turned to her, “what’s your name again?”

“[y/n].” she told him, beaming.

david nodded, starting again, “come meet [y/n]!”

[y/n] watched as two people came into view. a girl with elbow length brown hair was accompanied by boy who appeared to be six. he held a teddy bear in his arms, which he gripped onto rather tightly at the sight of [y/n].

“c’mon, say ‘hello’ [n/n].” marko seemed to figure out a nickname for the [h/c]ette girl already.

“uh, hi. it’s nice to meet you.” [y/n]’s hands felt clammy.

the girl who’s name was star nodded. “[y/n], right?”

“mhm.”

“it’s nice to meet you. laddie, she’s not gonna bite you. say ‘hi’.” star nudged the child who stayed by her side.

he said a faint ‘hi’, which made [y/n] grin. [y/n] honestly swore her heart did a trick. it had been a long time since a little kid spoke to her. actually, it had been a very long time since she had seen a little kid. “it’s very nice to meet you too.”

“you hungry sweetheart? marko got shitty chinese again.” paul sneered, causing an audible ‘hey!’ to be heard in the background.

flash forward to a month of living with the lost boys, and [y/n] had fit in with them surprisingly well. she kept her wardrobe mostly the same, though she had to admit, a bit of a grunge-esc flair to her outfits didn’t go unnoticed by the four boys. star and laddie warmed up to [y/n] shortly after they realized she had good intentions. laddie even deemed her okay to hug, which [y/n] reminded herself of often.

though [y/n] couldn’t sleep. being a creature of the night wasn’t exactly normal. she never slept in a coffin or hung upside down like the four boys whom she had grown to fall in love with. she slept in a regular bed, sitting on the edge of the cave as she stared at the open water, the crashing waves’ noises calming her down and giving her a sense of reassurance. [y/n] was lost in thought before she heard dwayne coming over.

“why aren’t you asleep?” though he knew the answer. he spoke to her calmly, sitting down next to her.

[y/n] only shrugged in response. “i don’t know. i never sleep anyways.”

dwayne nodded. “you alright?”

[y/n] shrugged again, her eyes feeling teary, though none slipped out. she didn’t even know why. it just seemed to happen. “yeah, i’m fine. thanks though.”

“you can talk about it if you want.” dwayne inched closer to her slightly.

[y/n]’s head tilted at the boy. “are you sure?”

dwayne nodded, which prompted her to start a rant. “i keep thinking about my past life. if i wasn’t immortal or whatever, life would be easier. i keep feeling anxious at night, y’know? my parent’s are probably sad, even though they didn’t seem to give a shit about me to be honest. plus, i got a crush on four boys at the same time, so that’s great.”

“are these four boys cute?” dwayne wore a faint grin.

[y/n]’s face felt hot. “yeah, they’re pretty cute.”

“are they vampiric maybe?” [y/n] covered her face with her hands, a laugh emitting from her mouth from dwayne’s words.

[y/n] uttered out a ‘yeah’, her brain screaming that this was a mistake. her heart, however, was quite fine with the idea as it tried to reassure her brain that this is was clearly the right option.

“i think those four boys like you too, but they feel like you’re trying to push them anyway, y’know.” dwayne explained to her.

as [y/n] talked with the brunet boy, she didn’t notice that paul, marko, and david were near by, listening to the girl’s rambles. her hands felt clammy as she explained how she didn’t mean to fall for them, but when face to face with the fact that she was living with four awfully attractive boys, it was only reasonable to develop feelings for them.

“ah, so you finally admit it.” david and the others finally decide to step out of the shadows.

with their added presence, [y/n]’s jaw clenched. she didn’t want to show them any sign of her being embarrassed, but she continued to fake the opposite. “do you always listen in on other people’s conversations?”

“do you always fall for creatures of the night?” david retorted, the three other men sitting down right with their brother.

[y/n] scoffed, her heart pounding. “not often. just sometimes.”

“so, you like all of us?” marko started a different conversation.

[y/n] pursed her lips. “um, yeah... sorry. if it makes you guys uncomfortable, i totally get that! it’s just that, uh—”

paul chuckled. “for a vampire, you’re more cute than scary.”

marko smiled. “it doesn’t make us uncomfortable. what if we all take [n/n] out for dinner tomorrow.”

“why?” [y/n] covered her smile with her palm.

“because, we finally got the girl of our dreams.” marko winked at her, grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“that was really cheesy, marko.” [y/n] replied, smiling down at her now-kissed hand.

paul nodded. “yeah, that was.”

all of them couldn’t sleep. the sun had finally set, and [y/n] and the boys’ were restless. with the dawning of night, they all went for a “midnight snack”. [y/n] shook her head before grabbing take out with them all.

“forgot what i said earlier, all of you are cheesy.”

“c’mon, it’s more romantic than cheesy, right?”

“in your dreams.”

#80s #80s imagines #reader insert #x reader #female reader #x y/n #x you #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys #the lost boys imagines #marko x reader #paul x reader #david x reader #dwayne x reader #sfw #vampire #vampire boyfriend #80s horror #80s movies

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I love your part 11 of Rare Kinks with Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, please make stories like it ?

Thank you! I’m glad you liked it! I’ll try to get around to making more Tony/Bruce fic’s in the future, let’s just hope the muse for them strikes me this year!

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5 Works Tag Game

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

I was tagged by @takaraphoenix so let’s see what I actually wrote in 2020! Oh yeahhh, I forgot I did Kinktober2020 lol

1. You’re My Anchor, So Steady Me Now [Naruto- Shikamaru Nara/Naruto Uzumaki Dom/sub AU-18+]

2. You & I Are Burning Up Tonight [ The Walking Dead- Daryl Dixon/Paul ‘Jesus’ Rovia/Rick Grimes - Alpha/Beta/Omega AU-18+]

3. Choice Of My Fascination [ The Flash - Barry Allen/Leonard Snart - BDSM AU-18+]

4. I’ll Throw Away My Faith [Just To Keep You Safe] [Star Wars Clone Wars Era- Cody/Female Obi-Wan- Sith Qui-Gon AU]

5. Batfamily Week 2020 [ Batman, Titans, AU’s everywhere, General rating]

I tag @stellecraft @lat479

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ShikaNaru Week 2021 Day 3 [Jinchuriki Shikamaru]

ShikaNaru Week 2021

@shikanaruevent

Day 3 - Jinchuriki Shikamaru AU | Dom/sub

Read On Ao3

“Naruto, be careful. Something is wrong here.” Kurama warned Naruto as he and his team landed in a destroyed and smouldering clearing with the half-melted bodies all of them had slashed through Hidden Mist headbands scattered around them.

“What do you mean?” Naruto asked mentally as he knelt next to one of the bodies.

“This reeks of the Two Tail, Matatabi. Something is wrong here, be careful and get the Monkton user ready,” Kurama said ominously.

“Yamato-Tachio, Kurama says it may be the Two Tails, but something is wrong,” Naruto reported and Yamato nodded and straightened up as Sai and Sakura looked more on edge than before.

“The Two Tails? I thought we found where Shikamaru had been taken.” Sakura frowned as she stamped a small puddle of flames out with her foot to vent her anger at not finding their friend.

“What if the two are related…” Sai trailed off with the idea that had all of them stiffening as the thought fully set in.

“We’ll find out soon enough, the Two Tails chakra is this way.” Naruto swallowed as he prayed that Shikamaru was nowhere near the Two Tails.

The group moved through the trees in unison as they neared where the Two Tail’s chakra was flaring up. Naruto arrived first, urged on by bursts of Kurama’s chakra. Naruto held up his fist as his stomach flipped at the sight and the trees rustled as the rest of his team settled on branches around him.

“Shit,” Yamato swore, eyes widening.

Shikamaru was sitting cross-legged in the middle of a clearing that was merely burning around him, but not penetrating the blue and black chakra cloak that was engulfing his body and two tails lazily swayed behind him.

“What do we do?” Sai asked curiously, fingers itching to capture the sight that somehow looked so serene and tranquil in the middle of so much chaos.

“We wait, he’s talking with the Two Tails. If anyone can do it, Shikamaru can.” Naruto said confidently and Kurama hummed in his mind.

“I’ll be on standby in case things get out of control,” Yamato promised as wood began to creep out of his arm as he kept a firm eye on the chakra cloak that was covering Shikamaru.

“Good plan, I remember how hard it was to keep control in the beginning. I can only imagine that it is worse for Shikamaru.” Naruto whispered, his eyes never once leaving Shikamaru and he kept his chakra low and even Kurama was quiet knowing better than to interrupt.

“Why would it be worse?” Sakura asked, silently jumping to Naruto’s branch.

“We know he was kidnapped, by those rouge Hidden Mist Nin. They must have torn the seal apart on the previous Two Tail’s Jinchuriki and forced it into Shikamaru. The brutality of it and the anger I’m sure both of them were feeling must have fed them to react in the way we saw…Not to mention most of us Jinchuriki’s had our beasts sealed into us when we were born, so they grew with us. This could be complicated if Shikamaru doesn’t figure this out.” Naruto explained in a hushed voice, but every muscle in his body was tensed and ready to move in case something went wrong.

“I understand,” Sakura clenched her fists as she looked down at Shikamaru with worry clear on his face.

“He’s going to need our support,” Naruto reminded and Sakura nodded firmly, eyes shining with determination and Naruto knew that Shikamaru would have his friends in his corner and Naruto would be the most supportive one. He would not allow his friend, his crush to be cast off and labelled a demon or used for political gain.

“Look,” Yamato caught their attention as Shikamaru drew his feet up under himself and rose gracefully to his feet. The chakra cloak melding to his limbs like a second limb instead of a bubbling mass of chakra.

“We’re okay, we have control. You can come down now.” Shikamaru called out, his eyes a soft glowing yellow as the chakra cloak faded away. Naruto was by Shikamaru’s side in a flash and was able to catch the Nara as he stumbled and collapsed into his arms.

“What you guessed is what happened, but our anger is gone. We avenged Yugito and she is now at peace.” Shikamaru said, sounding exhausted as he allowed Naruto to hold him close.

“Did you work something out with the Two Tail?” Naruto asked worriedly, determined to make sure the Two Tail wasn’t going to take control of Shikamaru and make him a vessel of destruction and murder.

“Matatabi and I are good, we came to an agreement as you and Kurama did. It’ll take some time for us both to adjust and get used to our new rhythm but she is already calling me kitten so I think we’ll be fine.” Shikamaru explained and Naruto laughed as Kurama echoed his laughter inside of the seal.

“Yeah, the shadow user will be fine if Matatabi is already calling him kitten,” Kurama assured Naruto.

“I was so worried for you,” Naruto ducked his head to hide his face against Shikamaru’s head, letting out a shaky exhale as the realization that while Shikamaru was safe now, he was a Jinchuriki just like him and as selfish as it sounded… Naruto was glad not to be alone anymore. Kurama didn’t voice his agreement but his satisfaction at having one of his more tolerable siblings nearby.

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Far More Precious [The Untamed]

Title: Far More Precious

Author: FallenQueen2

Fandom: The Untamed

Pairing: Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/ Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian

Status: Complete, 1/1

Challenge: Bad Things Happen Bingo - BLACKOUT CARD-

Square: Defeated and Trophified

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Main Tags: badthingshappenbingo, defeated and trophified, Prisoner of War, collared and shackled, canon level violence, Yiling Patriarch Wei Ying

Wen Ruohan was hiding inside his palace with his stolen pieces of Yin Iron and something far more precious to Wei Wuxian than anyone could ever fathom.

Read On Ao3

Wei Wuxian’s fingers tightened around Chenqing, the black and red flute creaking under the pressure of his grip. Resentful energy swirled around him, clinging to his robes and plastering itself to any bit of free skin it could find as Wei Wuxian stood on top of the roof of the palace in the Nightless city taking in the large scale battle that was happening in the courtyard below. Colourful dots fought against the bright red of the Wen clan, but his target was not among them. Wen Ruohan was hiding inside his palace with his stolen pieces of Yin Iron and something far more precious to Wei Wuxian than anyone could ever fathom.

During his time hunting and haunting Wen Chao, he had learned what had happened the three months he had spent in the Burial Mounds. Nothing good of course, the Sunshot campaign was in full swing and ever so slowly the Wen Clan was losing. Yet they seemed confident and Wei Wuxian had found out why.

A few weeks before Wei Wuxian left the Burial Mounds, there had been an ambush and Hanguang Jun had been taken. Now he resided in the Nightless City by Wen Ruohan’s feet, chained like a slave under the guise of him being a prisoner of war.

Resentful energy lashed out around Wei Wuxian as his hatred grew at the mere thought of Lan Zhan being collared at that monster’s feet like a dog. The screaming voices in his mind called out to him, urged him to take back what was his and ruin all those who stood in his path.

Wei Wuxian wanted nothing more than to that, to see Wen Ruohan’s head on a spike and whisk Lan Zhan away from the horror that no doubt he was enduring however, he was smarter than that. Wei Wuxian had stayed away from the other sect’s, even when he spotted Jiang Cheng and Shijie in one of the camps below. It took everything he had not to run to them and break apart in their arms, but the resentful energy tugged him away reminding him of Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian turned his back on his sworn siblings and moved on.

Now the battle turned against the gathered sect members in the courtyard below as the Yin Iron turned the dead into puppets and Wei Wuxian twirled Chenqing, itching to begin his plan and turn the power of the Yin Iron against Wen Ruohan with his Stygian Tiger Seal and show that dictator the true meaning of power. The resentful energy writhed and screeched in their approval and a smirk appeared on his lips as the sound of the large doors of the palace opening echoed out and the seal burned from its place in a hidden and warded pocket above his heart.

Showtime.

Wei Wuxian coated himself in resentful energy and leapt above the courtyard to land silently on the top of the archway leading into the courtyard so he could see the palace entrance clearly. What he witnessed had him snarling as the resentful energy shrieked in outrage on his behalf.

Wen Ruohan was out in the open now with a vicious smile on his haggard face, a thick chain was held in his hand and attached to the other end was Lan Zhan, clad in what could only be described as courtesan robes in Wen red baring far more skin that Lan Zhan ever would and every inch of revealed skin was marred with some sort of wound fresh or old. A chunky collar was tight around his bloodied neck, the shackles were obvious around his wrists and ankles as he was forced to kneel by Wen Ruohan’s side like a dog.

Wei Wuxian brought Chenqing to his lips, eyes turning red as he took in the brutal-looking muzzle that was locked over Lan Zhan’s mouth and his forehead ribbon was gone. Yet Lan Zhan’s eyes looked the same, there was fire within the deadly gaze that made Wei Wuxian smile against his flute.

Wei Wuxian listened to the screams of outrage from the gathered sect members below when they caught sight of Hanguang Jun at Wen Ruohan’s feet and the three pieces of Yin Iron hovering above his hand. Wei Wuxian began to play and haunting flute music spread around the Nightless City.

One by one the puppets under Wen Ruohan’s control turned on each, leaving the still alive sect members alive and Wei Wuxian spotted Lan Xichen flying up the grand staircase towards where Wen Ruohan was keeping his brother hostage, Nie Mingjue was on his heels with Baxia held high.

Wei Wuxian allowed the resentful energy to propel him over to where Lan Zhan was still held captive as he played intently. Wen Ruohan was bellowing nonsense, asking the other sect leader’s who were taking up their battle stances to kill the Wen dictator and rescue Lan Zhan who was yanking at the collar and muzzle in an attempt to escape but it only was causing his fingernails to tear apart and bleed what they had done to his Yin Iron.

Lan Zhan spotted the cloud of resentful energy first and made a muffled noise behind the muzzle and his eyes went wide as the black mist receded to wave and writhe behind Wei Wuxian’s back.

“Wei Wuxian?” Lan Xichen’s voice was coloured with shock and disbelief as his appearance caught the group’s attention.

Wei Wuxian simply smiled as he played Chenqing and tendrils of resentful energy shot out, breaking apart the collar, muzzle and shackles that bound Lan Zhan before the energy twisted around Lan Zhan, dragging him away from Wen Ruohan until he was safely behind Wei Wuxian.

“You! You’re the one who had been killing my men and now you’re interfering with my Yin Iron!” Wen Ruohan howled in anger, pointing his sword at Wei Wuxian. The man was distracted and angry, allowing Nie Mingjue to lunge forward and shoving Baxia through the man’s chest.

Wen Ruohan coughed up blood as he stared down at the thick blade that was sticking out of his chest before it was ripped out and he collapsed to the ground, bleeding out instantly.

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ShikaNaruWeek 2021 Day 5 [Genderbend AU]

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Day 5 - Mafia AU | Genderbend

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Naruto poked at the lumpy sandcastle he had tried to make in the sandbox, feeling utterly alone as he stared longingly at the groups of kids playing on the other side of the park. He had tried to play with them once upon a time, but their parents always pulled them away and shot Naruto disgusted, hateful looks, calling him a demon. Naruto had grown used to being called that even if he didn’t understand what he did to be called a demon or to be hated so much.

“That’s an interesting castle,” A soft, high-pitched voice commented causing Naruto’s head to whip over to the side. He stared open-mouthed at a girl his age and she was pretty. She had long, night sky dark hair that flowed down her back with expensive-looking silver clips holding her bangs back. Her skin was pale and contrasted with the extremely expensive forest green kimono she was wearing with an odd circle symbol on the sleeves. Her brown eyes were narrow but full of interest as she looked at him as he patted his lumpy castle awkwardly.

“In-ter-esting?” Naruto sounded out the new word and she tilted her head to the side but she didn’t look annoyed with him, which was new and… Nice.

“Yeah,” The girl said simply and Naruto swallowed hard as he took a chance, what was one more rejection anyways?

“Do you want to help me make another one?” Naruto asked trusting not to feel too hopeful.

“Sure,” The girl shrugged her shoulder and Naruto could just stare at her as she picked up the hem of her kimono and dropped into the sandbox across from him and dug her fingers into the sand.

“If we made a solid base we can add towers!” The girl suggested and together the two began to push and mould the sand. Naruto couldn’t stop smiling as he was guided by her small hands into making a solid base. “I’m Uzumaki Naruto!” Naruto blurted out as he realized about five minutes later that he hadn’t introduced himself.

“Nara Shikamaru,” Shikamaru looked up at him with sand smeared over her high cheekbone and gave him a soft smile. Naruto decided right then that he had never seen anything so beautiful and highly doubted he ever would again.

“We’re going to make the best castle together Shika-Chan!” Naruto announced determined to make his words come true before she had to leave. He knew that he would never be able to play with Shikamaru again so he wanted to make this memorable.

“Okay!” Shikamaru nodded and the two tackled making the best castle yet.

Naruto realized as the sun started to set, casting shadows around the two that they seemed to gravitate towards Shikamaru who either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Shikamaru looked up and then turned her eyes towards the shadows that seemed to wave at her and she sighed dramatically, which made Naruto giggle before it faded away as she stood up and tried to dust the sand off of her kimono.

“I have to head home or my Tou-san will come after me,” Shikamaru said, real regret in her voice as she stared at the almost completed castle.

“Oh… I understand Shika-Chan! Thank you for playing with me!” Naruto plastered on a fake smile before flinching when she flicked his forehead with a scowl on her lips.

“Don’t smile unless you mean it, I don’t like seeing that fake smile on you. It doesn’t suit you Naruto,” Shikamaru stated firmly as Naruto touched his forehead and stared at her wide-eyed before his fake smile faded into a true smile and she nodded in approval.

“Much better, oh can you hold this for a moment?” Shikamaru pulled one of the silver clips out of her hair and shoved it into Naruto’s sandy hands. Naruto gasped at the heavy metal that he carefully held, he didn’t want to break it and watched as she pulled her hair into a messy bun.

“Good night Naruto.” Shikamaru leaned forward and pressed her lips shyly to his whiskered cheek before picking up the bottom of her kimono and she ran away, her pale cheeks pink.

Naruto held his cheek and beamed stupidly. He would never forget Shika-Chan, the most beautiful and kindest girl he had ever seen. Naruto clutched the silver clip she had left behind and hoped against all hope that he would see Shikamaru again.

~~/~~

Shikamaru winced as she tried to rub the sand off of her cheek and out of her hair, but she knew that once her Kaa-San saw the mess she and her kimono were in plus how late she was, she is going to be in real trouble.

Shikamaru couldn’t help but relax a bit when she spotted her Tou-San waiting for her at the gates of the Nara compound.

“There you are little fawn, you were out late,” Shikaku commented as he swept his daughter into his arms, taking in the sand and her missing clip. She yawned and settled her cheek against the fur on her Tou-San’s vest.

“I was making a sandcastle with a boy who had hair like gold,” Shikamaru admitted as she allowed her Tou-San to carry her inside.

“Like gold huh?” Shikaku only knew of one person in the village who would match that description.

“His real smile was like the sun, not his fake one. That one hurt to look at, he was nice Tou-San.” Shikamaru yawned again as her father took her hair out of its bun and smoothed her long black hair down as he walked towards her room.

“How did you find him little fawn?” Shikaku asked curiously and Shikamaru blinked sleepily up at her Tou-San as he lowered her onto her bed, tucking her blanket up to her chin. Usually, she would have gotten in trouble or at least scolded by her Kaa-San, yet he was tucking her into bed and looking at her with sadness hidden in his eyes. She may be exhausted but she was still a Nara and something didn’t add up.

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Season 8, Episode 10: Old Love, New Love, Is This True Love

All right, so...like I said, work has picked up and my eyes feel like old marbles from staring at numbers (the woes of working in accounting I guess) so I want to get this written up and tossed into the nether before I lose steam and motivation to do it. The interesting thing about these little write-ups is that as the week goes on they just get harder and harder to write...

I do apologize in advance to those who like the long-winded write-ups. I’m just not up to it at the moment. Still feeling kind of bleh from the episode.

Let’s go back to an old format, shall we?

The Good

We might as well start out with the things about this episode that I enjoyed!

Gossip Hour with the Men was one of the best openers they’ve had on the show in a while. It was genuinely funny without being meanspirited. Nobody looked like the bad guy. Everyone just calmly talked about it alike it was a normal thing to maybe call off the wedding. Bill calling out Carson for giving marriage advice was pretty funny, Mike was a delight. I don’t know what to say. I’d watch a whole episode of The Boys just hanging around spending time together.

Florence’s worry that she’s ugly was...not a terrible idea for a storyline, but the actress is too good-looking to pretend to be ugly (I saw her in this pretty yellow dress on Instagram a couple years ago and she was smashing)? Also, it’s not like Ned is a handsomely aged gentleman (like Henry lol) so it makes even less sense for the characters. I think they should have gone with Florence feeling she’s “plain” and that dressing up Super Nice makes her feel uncomfortable because she just doesn’t feel like Herself and worries maybe it’s projecting a false sense of Who She Is or something? I guess overall I still liked that an attempt was made to add some depth to Florence and her difficulties in choosing a dress/hairstyle, so...it goes here.

Ned asking Henry to be his best man was nice, too. I can forgive the shoddy pacing and weird placement of this request (like I do with almost everything in the show) but only because the scene was just...so incredibly wholesome.

I like how Henry just casually is like, “Well maybe today’s just not the day.” I think it eased Ned’s mind just a little that he CAN back out if he really wants to.

I think it’s worth thinking about the fact that Ned and Henry would have always worked very closely, since the mercantile would have been a company store before the mine closed down... I like Henry and Ned as pals.

I’m glad the “investment” thing with Jesse and Clara’s savings was brought up in a way that...makes sense. And also, glad it wasn’t forgotten.

I really liked Molly and Florence in this episode. I’m a little sad Florence married Ned because I AM SORRY BUT I WANTED TO KEEP SHIPPING MOLLY AND FLORENCE TOGETHER UGHGHGHH

But their relationship is so good and maYBE Elizabeth will learn something from them.

Hey Elizabeth...you see that?

YOU SEE THAT?

Just saying.

And then later...

“You are the sister I never had, the mother I forever wanted, the friend I have always needed. From the depths of those dark and terrifying coal mines you’ve walked beside me, picking me up whenever I’ve stumbled along the way.”

AAAAAAAAA IT GOT ME.

I’m...really liking Fiona and Mike’s relationship, whatever it is. I kind of think they’re not headed toward anything romantic. Everyone thinks Mike is really into Fiona but at the end of the episode we realize he likes talking to her about business; it’s almost like they have this shared passion for numbers/ideas and he likes infodumping to her (and vice-versa).

I think they’re going to end up being “just friends” and Fiona will end up paired off with the man Elizabeth doesn’t choose. They hinted at Nathan briefly in this episode (with Allie’s hair), but who knows? I’m over trying to speculate on where the triangle is going at this point, but I actually like Fiona’s relationship with Mike so much that I’ll be disappointed if she fades into the background with Nathan or Lucas. Mike deserves more screentime.

Ned and Florence sharing their fIRST KISS. My husband got emotional over this. And I admit, it was starting to get to me, too. I can’t NOT root for them.

I said it before and I’ll say it again: I WOULD DIE FOR THE CANFIELDS.

The wedding was nice. I liked that Bill and Joseph officiated it together; it gives Joseph a li’l trial run of pastoring and finally Bill gets to use some of that power of his to officiate a wedding.

“Please, if you’d like” is such a Bill way to say that they may kiss LOL.

Also, I have to admit that I did enjoy Lucas calling Nathan out about Allie. She wouldn’t be caught in the middle if he’d leave Elizabeth alone AND HE IS RIGHT LMAO.

The last good thing: Elizabeth telling Nathan she doesn’t blame him for Jack’s death. Nice. Good. Thank you. He probably needed to hear that.

...THE BAD

Carson and Faith. UGH. UGHHHHHHHHHH. BREAK UP ALREADY I HATE YOU BOTH.

I appreciated that Carson had the ring ages ago, and I did like his conversation with Minnie—or more accurately, her advice to him. I felt like she was nudging him toward, “Remember why you became a surgeon in the first place.” If he became a surgeon to help people, then there’s no reason he can’t help people where he is. Sure, he might not be doing state of the art procedures but with Faith working alongside him, he can afford time to learn new things and go to doctor conventions or even take a specialized class now and then. No other doctor could get away for very long but he has that chance!

And he’ll arguably be doing more good in the middle of nowhere than in the city. All the doctors want to live in the city. Nobody wants to barely get paid for their time in the countryside.

We had a whole episode that made it clear that Faith and Carson don’t make a lot of money and do a lot of charity work. They also work for trade goods (mostly food). So it’s like...a pretty big difference in lifestyle?

Half the reason I can’t get invested in these characters is because I really can’t stand Paul Greene. He just...annoys me on every single level imaginable. But he’s a decent actor and I can’t help but feel that his character was a massive waste of space for the past few seasons through no fault of the man himself. Imagine introducing a character like Carson and then leaving him to rot before you try to make him interesting with a romance plot that nobody asked for.

Yes, some people really like Faith and Carson, but as a whole I think the fandom didn’t buy into them as a ship due to the lack of chemistry.

It really is a shame. This episode didn’t do a thing to endear me to either character. Please, Carson. I am begging you to leave town.

This one particular line of dialogue almost enraged me.

WE KNOW WE KNOW WE KNOW WE KNOW WE CAN SEE THAT FOR OURSELVES. WHY DID THEY HAVE ROSEMARY SAY THIS LIKE IT’S AN EPISODE OF A CHILD’S TV SHOW?

Elizabeth.........

How could Katie have...looked up to her? She was never in her class? That was? Never part of anything? It was just something they threw in here to force Elizabeth to make 1% more sense in the role she’s in but IT STILL DOESN’T WORK.

I felt like I was back in Season 5 again with Lori and Elizabeth putting their nose in everyone’s business except it’s just Elizabeth!! The whole plot, which was boring and contrived anyway, should have gone to Molly, since she’s Florence’s best friend and another woman from town that Katie would have known as a child.

AND ALSO, MOLLY WOULD HAVE KNOWN KATIE’S MOTHER AND WOULD REMEMBER THE GRIEF THAT NED STRUGGLED WITH.

I know they wanted to make Elizabeth give advice so that she’d Realize that she needs to, I don’t know, make better choices or something, but it was too on the nose for me and I hated it.

GinithePooh on Reddit made a good comparison to Elizabeth in this episode by saying she reminded them of Clippy from Microsoft Word, always popping up and offering to help when nobody really needs or wants advice.

To honor their incredible idea, I opened Photoshop and created this gem, which I will also be posting separately so that people can reblog it if they wish to.

I also don’t think I need to say also filed under The Bad is the fact that Elizabeth didn’t even apologize for being awful to Rosemary and then gave her unsolicited advice to other people for two days straight. I can’t believe they wrote that?

All I can say is that her apology to Rosemary, when it comes, better be good.

And I didn’t like this either:

I wish it had been followed up by literally anything: Nathan saying he’s sorry he didn’t tell her sooner or something to make the hand-holding actually be a little more innocent.

As it is, it just seems so deliberate?

Maybe the next episode starts off right in this scene and we’ll get that? If so, this might actually end up being fine. I just don’t think it is if it doesn’t get a little more direct attention.

& THE UGLY

I debated on putting anything in here, because I’m not ready to talk about my feelings on this matter, at least not fully. But I’ve been pretty quiet all season so far, and...eh, why not just mention things in advance? What will it hurt?

Let me preface this section by saying I’m biased and I doubt hardly anyone on this site will agree with me, so feel free to just ignore this part if that’s the case.

There are two things that I really didn’t like in this episode.

I hate the slanting toward Bill/Molly.

I like Molly just fine but I don’t like her with Bill. I’m biased as all getout and also worried about the future/potential Season 9 with regards to this. I don’t want to see it. Like at all. Why, you ask? You should know why if you follow me. I’m super transparent.

It’s because I like AJ AND I WANT HER BACK LOL.

John Tinker rewatched the series so we know he wouldn’t have missed that hanging plot thread—especially since he didn’t forget any of the other things that were brought up this season! So why didn’t she appear this season? The love triangle absolutely needed to be a focus or it would have never ended, so that’s part of it, but I’m also pretty sure Josie Bissett wasn’t interested in doing any filming last year during Covid. My only “proof” is that Wedding March 6 wasn’t filmed last year even though it was scheduled to be filmed, but it makes sense. Last year was chaos.

THAT SAID, Jack Wagner posted on his Instagram the other day that they are actually filming Wedding March 6 now, so... I guess AJ’s re-appearance in Season 9 wouldn’t come as too much of a surprise if they wanted to write it.

You’d think I’d be hyped about that, and I kind of am? But it doesn’t come without its share of worries, too. We just had the worst love triangle in the history of love triangles and I really don’t want another one, especially if it makes any of the characters in question look stupid or mean.

I fully admit a well-written love triangle could be a LOT of fun for them* (low stakes because they’re not front and center characters), but I saw how Nathan was written so far this season and I really, REALLY do not want to see that happen to Molly, Bill, or AJ.

Anyway, not a fan of the Molly/Bill stuff. No chemistry. I don’t want it.

*I would totally write a fanfic like this lmao.

And finally...the part that everyone will hate me for:

I DO NOT WANT TO SEE ABIGAIL COME BACK. And I specifically do not want her to come back ‘cause I do not wanna see Henry/Abigail happen.

I fully recognize that a lot of you like it and ship the heck out of it, and that’s...good. I’m glad you enjoy it. I loathe it, though, and I worry that all these hints (more like...mentions) are leaning toward...something. Like, either they’re:

1) Sending Abigail off/tying up that loose end with Henry (since nothing was ever clarified either way), or

2) Warming up the audience to receive Abigail back on the show.

I’m pretty into the idea of one-sided Henry/Abigail. Hindsight is 20/20, regrets, that’s all some juicy stuff to give a character like Henry. Some things can’t ever be made right again. He had too direct of a connection to the death of her husband and son for me to ever want to see them together. Forgiveness? Yes. A careful but meaningful friendship? Yes. Romantic relationship? Uh...no thanks.

I liked the Abigail mentions at first because I felt like...the character still mattered (as she should) but I’m at a point where I feel like they’re trying really hard to steer the fandom’s view a certain way and not knowing where it’s going is extremely unsettling to me.

I’ll probably talk more about the things that bother me when the season ends, because I’m hoping to have a better idea of where things are going to be headed, but for now just...know that I feel very apprehensive.

And keep in mind that I primarily watch this show for Bill these days, since all my previous faves (AJ, Frank, the old Abigail, Dottie) have exited, stage left. I also always really liked seeing Henry. So as you can imagine, seeing plotlines I hate for the only two characters I’m invested in? Is making me consider dropping the series next year.

My husband told me I should hate-watch it, but I don’t know if my heart can take it. I’ve been following this series for so long...it just...kind of hurts to feel let down like this?

But sometimes an ongoing series ends up going where you...didn’t want it to, and it becomes something that’s no longer right for you. I hope that doesn’t happen, but last night’s episode makes me feel like...it might be happening for real this time.

I guess if that holds true it’ll be back to fanfiction for me. Will that novelization I planned ages ago end up getting written? Will I write the best love triangle fanfic known to man? WHO KNOWS.

For now, we’ll all have to wait and see! Two more episodes left. I’m really curious to see how they resolve some of the open plots right now. :>

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